As Sharon helplessly recited the page, the unpossessed part of her watched in appalled fascination as her reflection changed. First it was her face, then her hair became a mane of fiery red that fell to below her shoulders. Her waist narrowed, her hips became slightly fuller and her legs lengthened.
Finally she was able to stop reading and her transformations ceased. It was an unfamiliar bombshell who stared back at her from the mirror, clad only in bra and panties (she been side-tracked from getting dressed when she decided to look at the book again). The only part of her that hadn't changed seemed to be her breasts, presumably because they had already been taken care of.
It's a beautiful body, but it's not me, she thought. None of my friends will recognise me. And I'm not going to match the description on my passport or driving licence.
Sat Jun 30 10:22:43 2007