At another part of the room Samantha Roderick, Caprice’s shadow was becoming a stereotypical stripper. The blond cheerleader was convulsing in her desk as the throws of the transformation ran through her changing body, her hair wiping about her changing features. Soft moans escaped her lips as her body was transforming, and pleasure assaulted her confused mind.
In her heart of hearts, the young cheerleader had always secretly envied the attention lavished upon Caprice, even as she admired her friend for shining in the spotlight, often quite literally at the top of the cheerleading pyramid during pep rallies and at games. To the young teenager, nothing compared to the glamour and attention of having all eyes upon her and she had come to associate the praise and often-sexual overtures of the admiring male fans of Caprice with social popularity and success. A realistic if not overly bright girl, Samantha had quickly come to the conclusion that the primary focus of the boys worshipful attentions to her friend dealt with her sex appeal, her ability to tease and titillate her fans with flirting and with her body’s charms.
While Samantha was quite attractive herself, she lacked the confidence and exhibitionist qualities of Caprice, and longed desperately to possess the confidence and self-assurance that to her mind was the key to popularity and social acceptance. Over time this had strayed over into her fantasies, in which she first began imagining herself as the star cheerleader, whose beautiful form and grace was admired by all, then to more explicit fantasies in which her naked body, augmented by her own imagination, was worshiped by thongs of admiring men and in her more daring fantasies even some of the females she most envied. Society’s imagery and also influenced her fantasies of the perfect body, the perfect personality, and a carrier that would allow her the freedom to display herself in the manner she secretly desired.
While publicly she continued to go through the motions of fantasying with her friends about being famous singers or movie stars, the secret and perhaps more realistic side of her realized that these dreams were highly unlikely to ever become reality for one such as her. But to be a dancer, this was not out of the question for her and, as her fantasies progressed in their sexual overtones, the dreams of becoming a back-up dancer in music videos, or of playing the lead ballerina began to give way to more lurid fantasies in which she danced naked, stripping her clothes off to reveal the beautiful body her mind had given her, unashamed and proud to display her beautiful form.
Now, as the magic of the curse took hold of her, the long dreamed of and secret fantasy she had kept hidden for so long was about to be revealed. The initial terror she had felt at having her most secret fantasy, her personal fetish laid bare and exposed for all to know was melting away, as the magic ran through her filling her with confidence and with sexual energy tempered with a professional edge that would guide her in her new life.
Samantha’s legs began to lengthen and tone up, even as her stomach muscles contracted, her waistline losing the stubborn roll of baby fat that she had never quite grown out of and giving way to tight and toned perfection. In contrast, her hips and butt expanded, gaining new voluptuousness as they blossomed into shapely womanly curves. Her skin darkened to a rich tan, and tiny bikini lines formed under clothing, as the already trimmed pubic hair above her pussy became a narrow tuft of blond practically nonexistent and built for concealment under the tiny white g-string her panties were morphing into under a previously knee length skirt that now rose higher and higher on her increasingly shapely legs, until it stopped just below the mound of her sex, and hugged her hips and ass as tightly, the material now a plaid pleated material.
The conservative white blouse she was wearing was morphing as well, the long sleeves climbing up arms that while delicate now showed the tone of a woman used to long hours of working out in order to maintain her body. The tightening sleeves stopped just below her shoulders, and hugged them tight, while the bottom buttons of her shirt became unbuttoned, and then tied the ends off just under her breasts, leaving her toned midriff bare and exposed. The white material of the blouse became sheerer in appearance, and contrasted nicely with her tanned skin.
Samantha let out a coo of pleasure, as the building sexual heat in her body now centered on chest, and her previously modest B-cup breasts began to blossom forth, pushing against the constrictions of her bra for a few seconds before it vanished altogether, letting the weight of her expanding bust-line be taken up solely by her blouse, the nipples hard and defined against the clinging material. For a moment they seemed to sag a bit as the passed into the D-cup range, only to harden and firm up into tremendous, surgery-enhanced E-cup breasts that taxed the endurance of her previously baggy top, the nipples now even more prominent, larger and swollen with her sexual excitement.
Her shoulder length hair was growing downward, gaining fullness and body as it’s golden strands passed the small of her back to lightly caress the swell of the rounded buttocks so sharply defined by her next to non-existent skirt. Soft moans of arousal escaped lips that were increasingly fuller, blossoming to “cock-sucker” proportions, as her features became more defined and womanly, cheekbones higher, nose a delicate button, and lashes long and full under arching brows. The effect was enhanced by artfully applied of somewhat obvious and slightly cheap looking makeup. Crimson lip-gloss, blue eye shadow and a slight application of blush to the cheeks all designed to catch the eye now decorated her features.
Her heels, previously conservative black were now white in color with six-inch heels that only added to the length of her already generous legs, and with the sheer material of her hoes had been transformed to white-thigh highs that matched that of her blouse. The effect was one of rather busty looking and shapely woman dressed in school girl like attire that gave the effect of being more like a costume appropriate for someone playing a “Catholic School Girl” type of persona, and as if to add to that image, Samantha’s now longer and more luxurious blond hair swept itself up into two long pigtails of gold, tied off with crimson bows.
Samantha shuddered into an orgasm as the changes to her physical form and attire finished, and her previous mind-set was obliterated by the soul-shattering climax that ripped through her transformed body. Gone were her doubts and the crippling inhibitions that she had so longed to escape. Gone was the shy and unassertive girl she had once been. As Samantha’s long lashes fluttered open, she saw the watching eyes of other students in the classroom, and she revealed in the attention, but their was also a slightly predatory look behind the glow of her warm blue eyes, appraising the levels of desire in the spectators around her, and instinctively gauging how best to increase it, and to work it to her profit. She knew that some were already undressing her with their eyes, and her crimson lips curved with the thought that for the right amount of money they could do it for real, and she would enjoy it every bit as much as they would, as she felt her already moist pussy dampen further at the thought.
As Samantha ran a hand lightly across the broad expanse of her cleavage, she surveyed the room and her eyes came to rest on Beth Diaz, who was finishing up her own transformation into a stereotypical slutty hooker. Beth was now nearly unrecognizable as the somewhat frumpy and geeky photographer she had once been. Her longer, shapelier legs were incased in thigh high boots of pink PVC with four-inch heels and zippered sides. The tops of her previously pale thighs and her now generous heart-shaped bottom were wider and curvier, and with the type of tan one acquired in a saloon. It provided a nice contrast to the gleaming pink boots, and to the matching pink G-string she now wore in place of the jeans she had been wearing only moments ago, and also pink in color.
A pink PVC micro-skirt hugged the tops of her shapely thighs, doing very little to conceal the g-string or tanned skin beneath it, and a wide white leather belt accented her now narrower waistline. A pink PVC midriff top had replaced Samantha’s red peasant style blouse with a black zipper down the front. It struggled to contain the now generous pair of D-cups that had replaced her small B-cup breasts, and one could see the hard and quarter-sized nipples she now had straining against the material, while where the black zipper at the front of her top ended, a overgenerous expanse of tanned cleavage began, swelling outwards in an enticing manner.
Beth’s once brown and somewhat mousy hair that had been cut in a short page-boy style had blossomed into a shining blond main of hair, platinum in shade, that now stretched to the small of her back, and with a slightly tousled look to it as if she had come fresh from a bed. Rounded gleaming pink hoop-earrings peaked out from it, and her now fuller lips where painted in pink, with a matching shade of eye shadow and generous lashes. The thick glasses she once wore had vanished away, and her face had gained in beauty, but with a slightly hungry look in her baby-blue eyes, eyes that had once been brown and intelligent, now devoid of all but the barest of the working-girl knowledge necessary to her new profession.
Beth had, up until a few minutes ago been possessed of a strict and moral upbringing. From an early age, she had been taught that the way to gain respect in the male orientated world was to dress and act conservatively, and to maintain a strict self-control. She had always been taught that women who used their sexuality and their bodies to entice men was disgusting, and had tried to remain true to those ideals both in her dress and her interactions. But the self-denial of her own sexuality had created something of a paradox in her mind, furthered by a photography orientated carrier in which she was frequently confronted with the task of documenting the very women she had been taught to despise.
It had frustrated and confused her that contrary to what she had been taught, often the men she thought of as being intelligent and attractive seemed to prefer the company of girls who had more sex-appeal then they did brain power, and while in her darker moments Beth had begun to envy the advantages that these voluptuous, bubble-headed girls seemed to enjoy. She thought of many of them as being little better then common prostitutes but had become increasingly jealous of the dumb contentment these girls seemed to enjoy. Beth’s own darker fantasies, deeply hidden away in her sub-conscious mind had begun to toy with what it would it be like to live in a voluptuous female body to be too stupid to even understand the concept of morals and ethics, the things that governed her life. To be wanted and desired, to live by her looks alone a creature of carnality and desire. These were dark fantasies, ones that she had been ashamed to even entertain, but the more she had repressed her own sexuality, the more they had grown within her.
Now, as Beth raised her head and met the gaze of the newly stripper Samantha, what little remained of the once conservative woman’s intellect told her that the girl she had once deprived pleasure from degrading as being a simple minded cheerleader was now a sister to herself in her new outlook and professional ambitions. Beth smiled as she rose from her desk, her ample hips and bottom rolling in a seductive sway as she walked towards Samantha, extending one hand to pull the wide eyed girl from her desk, and tight against her.
“Hey little schoolgirl,” Beth whispered in the sultry growl that was her new voice, “Why don’t we give these boys a show, and maybe make a little money?”
“Oh!” Samantha purred back in a breathy little girl voice, as her own ample cleavage and nubile body rubbed against Beth’s own. “I think a good Lesbian make-out strip tease should get their cocks hard and their money in their hands.”
“I like the way you think, Sammy,” Beth whispered in Samantha’s ear, licking at it before she moved her full lips across Samantha’s cheek to her lips, “Let’s get started.”
The two girls were soon furiously making out, their newly made curvy forms grinding into each other as their tongues swirled in each other’s mouths and their questing hands roved over each other’s forms, petting, caressing, and enticing the stunned audience of former classmates to keep their eyes on their entwined and heated writhing bodies. More then a few cocks were at attention by now, and one enterprising male student actually slipped near to the two women, slipping his hand in between them to plant twin twenty-dollar bills into each of the girl’s ample cleavage. The girls moaned their approval and became more daring in their explorations of each other’s bodies, hands now openly rubbing at each others dampening pussies through the thin material of their g-strings.
As the two girls continued their lesbian display for the class of gaping students, Tristan Jung, the now biker girl Laura’s friend and follower turned away from display back towards her transformed friend.
“Oh my god!” Tristan exclaimed. “Look at those two!”
“I’m looking,” Laura said, her new voice husky and low. “It’s kind of… hot… damn!”
Tristan’s eye widened in shock as she looked at Laura not believing what she was hearing from her friend. Laura’s leather clad legs were widely spread, and one of her hands had strayed down across the slightly pudgy roll of fat on her previously flat belly to rub at the swollen mound of her pussy through the black thong she was wearing. Her back arched and the two large mounds of her breasts were now openly displayed, pushing out from the black leather biker jacket she was wearing and straying against the thin material of her black bikini top, the hardened nipples looking enormous as they were outlined against the skimpy top.
“Laura!” Tristan exclaimed. “Y’all cut that out now! It ain’t right!”
Tristan broke off her rebukes with a gasp as she detected the sudden shift to a thickly exaggerated Southern accent. She could only sit there with a stunned expression on her face as she began her transformation into the fetish she had long hid. Growing up, Tristan had often looked down her nose at a girl from the South that lived in a trailer park across town from her family. The girl had been a notorious whore, working the local boys not only in the park, but also in the surrounding areas to help her mom pay the rent, but what had truly shocked Tristan and her friends while providing them with a juicy peace of high school gossip was that the girl seemed to enjoy every moment of her sorted sexual exploits, and was even fond of bragging to the various girls that tried to shame her with the knowledge that their boyfriends were coming to her for the satisfaction their girlfriends could or would not provide. It was something of a relief when she was expelled after being knocked up.
Tristan’s boyfriend at the time, while he claimed to never have visited the girl soon began trying to get Tristan to role-play the Trailer Park whore during their make-out sessions. He had become more and more insistent that she talks in a Southern accent, and that she dress up in clothing and makeup similar to the girl’s trashy style. Tristan had humored him at first, but had grown increasingly disturbed by his growing infatuation with the girl she was pretending to be. The final straw had come when he had begun talking about how sexy she would look with a big, pregnant belly like the one the trailer trash girl now sported and she had ended the relationship.
Despite her outward feelings of disgust at her boyfriend’s behavior, and for the girl he had become obsessed with along with seemingly most of the boys in her school, Tristan had been puzzled and disturbed by the incident and left a lasting impression on her developing psych. Being in the shadow of the more popular members of the cheerleading squad, often settling for the boys her girlfriends had no interest in pursuing or had broken up with, Tristan was constantly struggling to improve her social standing and her popularity both with her friends and with the boys in her school. In her darker moments she had begun to wonder weather or not the trailer trash girl from years before had not entirely had the wrong idea. Despite her damaged reputation in the community, the girls sexual energy had left a lasting mark, and one she had enjoyed making. Boys had been willing to cheat and to pay to get a chance at her; she was an object of desire and sexual fantasy.
Now, as the transformation began to work on her body and mind, Tristan’s changing psyche was telling her that the life style of a trailer trash whore was exactly what she needed, what she wanted, and what she desired to be. Tristan moaned softly as sexual energy began wash over her. She could feel her nipples stiffening beneath her blouse, her pussy dampening beneath her panties, and her arousal only grew as the changes took affect, reshaping her body and mind.
The legs of her jeans began to creep upwards over her legs that were increasing in shapeliness and tone, the tan on them darkening slightly as tone went from the type applied in tanning booths to that spent in long hours in the sun. Her ass plumped out and her hips expanded, filling the cut-off shorts with ragged looking cuffs that her once fashionable jeans had become. Her belly firmed up, and became visible as the t-shirt she was wearing became a skimpy midriff flannel top, the sleeves melting away and with several lower buttons missing, tied off just under her breasts.
Her breasts were swelling outwards against the material of her bra, which was changing to a cheap and flimsy affair, straining to hold her now massive and heavy D-cup breasts. The makeup on her changing features was becoming trashier and cheaper in brand, as her lips swelled, her eyebrows slimed to wicked arches and her lashes thickened. Her previously brown eyes now a dazzling and seductive baby blue were closed in ecstasy as she felt the juices flowing from the lips of her now hot and horny pussy, damping the crotch of the thong that had replaced her panties, the supporting straps of which were clearly visible now over the low cut top of the shorts she wore.
Tristan’s face had lost it’s girlish innocence, her features now taking on a predatory and savvy look while even as the previously natural blond hair on her head developed dark roots, and dropped down about her shoulders, stretching down over her back in waves of slightly unkempt and bleached out blond. The pubic hair above her dripping wet pussy changed from blond to black, and became slightly thicker as the lips of her pussy swelled and her clit expanded, the sensitivity increasing and fueling her new found lust.
“Dam,” Growled Tristan, opening her eyes with a smirk on her red lips, “Ah’ need me a man right quick. My pussy’s just ah’ itching for a good, stiff dick.”
With her mind now solely focused on the cocks of the men around her, Tristan rose from her desk, her hips rolling in a slutty and sultry way as she swivel hipped her way over to the biggest, beefiest looking member of the school’s football team she could find and ran one hand with it’s cheap painted red nails over his swelling crouch.
“Howdy stud,” She purred in her new voice, “Wanna’ take this gal’ for a little ride, handsome?”
The confused and horny football player, already turned on by watching the antics of the two newly made sluts who were making out with each other and now with a third quite obviously horny and sexy looking girl rubbing his crotch could only nod his head dumbly as without further ado, Tristan dropped to her knees in front of him, causing her already tight cut off’s to ride up even higher on her firm ass and unzipped his fly, pulling his hardening cock out into the open air.
“Twenty bucks,” She said, her breath hot on his pulsing cock-head.
“I… I think I got a ten…” He muttered in at thick and dazed tone.
“Good ‘nuff stud,” She purred as her mouth wrapped around his aching cock and began to suck and lick at the thick shaft of manhood in her hot little mouth.
As the newly made trailer trash whore continued to suck at the moaning football player’s hard cock, and the two now slutty looking girls a few feet away continued to tease the class with their make-out session, the increasingly horny biker girl that had once been a cheerleader had now pulled aside the crotch of her skimpy black thong and was openly rubbing at the swollen lips of her own pussy, growing in arousal as she watched the erotic scene unfold in front of her.
Ms. Smith, the now young and hot teacher who had started it all with her “transform of dare” question to the class, looked around at the other students, wondering which would be next to transform and expose their hidden fetish to the class.
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