Your Female Roommate, Now Looking a Lot Better

Your jaw drops. In the kitchen of your apartment, standing at the counter, sucking a smoothie through a straw, is your roommate Emily. At least, you assume it's Emily. She's at least 50 pounds lighter, most of that missing from her midsection to give her an hourglass figure. Barely covered by a leather microskirt, her legs are shapelier and longer, although it's hard to tell just how long, given the platform stiletto sandals she's wearing. Her skin appears unblemished and towards the porcelain end of the spectrum, an attractive contrast to the hair that's gone from mousy brown to a raven black, thick and wavy and past waist-length. A black leather bra barely holds in a pair of melon-sized breasts, the arrangement extremely visible under a V-neck fishnet shirt.

She turns to look at you. Her irises are a vivid blue, the eyes framed by long and dark lashes, the eyelids lids painted with several colors of shadow. There's a silver ring through one nostril. Large silver hoops dangle from her earlobes. She pulls the straw from her mouth, and some of the red gloss that paints her plump lips remains on it.

"What?" she asks. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She nervously hooks a finger into the leather choker around her neck.

More like a fantasy come to life, you think, but what comes out of your mouth is, "I-I just needed some water."

She dramatically waves toward the water dispenser on the front of the refrigerator. You take a couple deep breaths as you get a glass out of a cabinet -- you're shaking a bit, you smell an arousing aroma that must be a perfume she's wearing, and your cock has started to spring to life. You stand close to the fridge as you fill the glass.

"I'll clean up the blender and stuff when I get back from my date," she says. "Just needed to get a little something in my stomach."

"Uh-huh," you mutter, still facing away from her. Gorgeous, dresses like a stripper, and there was that third reality alteration you'd typed...