You awake to find yourself lying on your back on the couch, still in your shabby apartment. Your vision is blocked for a moment by long dark brown hair covering your face. As you brush it away with your hand, with long, manicured fingernails, you confirm that you are indeed Megan Fox, the woman of virtually all men's fantasies. You look down your hand at a now slender and hairless arm, to the rest of your body. Your view is obstructed from anything below the two mounds of flesh now residing on your chest. Boobs, only covered by a thin, white bra. You poke them with your finger to see if those were real too. Upon the slightest touch on those perky breasts causes you to gasp, as the sensation you feel is way more pleasureable than you would have thought. Rubbing a finger over your tits, they become erect within seconds. Startled, you jump up quickly, falling down almost with your slightly-altered sense of gravity. It is then that you look down at the rest of your body. Small, delicate feet leading up to thin, curvy legs, and that's when you see it-- or rather, don't see it. Where your penis should have been is just a flat area, covered by almost see-through pink panties. I'm all-woman, you think, as the realization that you are entirely, 100 percent, Megan Fox sinks in. Walking over to your mirror in your bathroom, you see Megan staring back at you, as attractive as ever. You make a face, sticking out your tongue. In the mirror, Megan does the same. "Damn, she's even hotter than I thought." You say aloud in her voluptuous voice. I'm gonna make a fortune with this powder, you smirk, going back to pick up the can of purple powder. What happens next?