That's what you get for not paying attention

You feel a whomph go through you and you give Jamie and Max a glare that could kill. "What the fuck did you two twerks just do to me?" you say as you scan over your body for changes, pushing some of your long raven hair out of your eyes and behind one of your ears, making your hoop earrings dangle against your neck.

First you pick your phone up and look at the mirror sleeve on the back to see what your face looks like.

A feminine visage that feels familiar smiles back at you, your make-up skills are on point. You also see your skin is a tan of milk chocolate that sits somewhere between Jamie's pale almost blue caucasian tone and Max' African American "dark, but not midnight black" ebony tone.

Then you look down at your most prominent asset: Your ass is filling up your tights, ballooning out under you from your seat.

On your feet you have a pair of black and glittering six inch stilletto heels.

Lastly covering up your bolted-on D-cups and thin waist, you're wearing a simple black halter top with no bra.

You turn back towards Jamie and Max, about to tell them what you think about them messing with you with the app.