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Chapter 7 by khanhninh khanhninh

Which racial will she be?

Russian

"Russian." your girlfriend answers.

"Really, babe? You want me to turn you into a Russian chick?" you ask.

"Hai, because me always though Russian girls is beautiful, and elegant, and... more bustier." your Japanese girlfriend replies shyly while cupping her now tiny breasts.

"Okay, if that's what you wish for, say no more, babe." you reply understandingly as you aim the remote at your Japanese girlfriend and hit the language button.

Slowly, you noticed your girlfriend has started changing in many ways all at once: First, her body started growing much taller, and her hips expanded. Then, her waist slimmed, jut as her breasts and ass started inflating until she had achieved an almost exaugurated hourglass form. Her skin lightened even further, until she was pale, and the jet black ponytail grew all the way down her back until it reached her waist, and colored itself to a beautiful, bright blonde. Her face molded like clay as she took a look of a gorgeous Russian supermodel- high check bones, thin nose, and plushy lips, which were soon covered in what seemed like red lipstick as her face was getting covered with makeup.

When all of that was done, and she was starting to grow out of her previous, tiny attire, her clothes had started changing rapidly: Her school uniform connecting and transforming into a tight, red summer dress and black heels.

When the transformation was finally complete, your girlfriend looked up (although along with her heels you were now almost the same height) into your eyes with her shiny new, light blue ones, and spoke to you in her heavy Russian accent, "O, спасибо, милый мой! I very like new look of me!", as she moved her feminine hands across her new curves, her long nails now painted a glossy black.

"I'm really glad you like it, babe." you say, happy for her, but also very aroused.

When she had finished feeling herself up moments later, she two steps towards you, her hips swaying. She was now standing right in front of you. She was moving a finger across your chest, almost caressing it, and you could smell a perfume you've never smelled before all around. "So, baby, vat you like to do next vith new me?"

What happen next?

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