Your godly powers demonstrated, you both shrink down to a more manageable size. You're pleased to see they're both still suitably terrified. Alice blinking in disbelief, and Abdul cowering, seeing his former girlfriend as terrifying and intimidating.
Abdul's gaze darted between both of your faces, trying to guess which would be kinder. His ex-girlfriend, or you. You spot Alice weighing up the same decision. A smile flickering weakly across her face, as she tries to excite some fond memories of your time together. Apparently, Abdul sees you as the weaker, or more gullible, too.
Not sure you trust yourself, not to go easy on Alice, you speak.
"I'll deliver divine retribution to Abdul, and you can punish Alice." You kiss Katie, when she nods her agreement. In a moment, Katie reaches out a hand, resting it on Alice's shoulder. She looks pleadingly at you. But, the next moment the pair vanish leaving you and Abdul behind.
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"Mas... Master." Abdul stammers. With a wave of your hand, you cut off his words.
You nod along, enjoying that title. "Yes... Now, I have an idea how you treated Katie, and you'll learn the proper respect, today and every day that follows. No-one will ever be threatened by you, or see you with any authority or respect."
Katie was quite vague about his behaviour, but you can see his upbringing shaped it. His entitled attitude, his possessive control, and his dismissive regard for all women, especially Katie.
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Abdul started to shake his head in denial, as he read your intent. However, it was futile, as from one moment to the next. Abdul vanished and was replaced by Yasmeen. The woman he'd have been had he been born female. You ensured she was blessed with a healthy appetite, and that any excess weight went to her bust and rump.
Her trembling hands barely reached beyond the end of the sleeves. She was swamped in her former clothes. They pooled around her feet, a reminder that she was over a foot shorter. She shivered in fear, knowing her body wasn't merely smaller, but abundantly feminine. She felt the weight hanging from her shoulders. Her bust a burden she'd carry for the rest of her life. Yasmeen, felt her pants, straining to cover her sumptuous ass.
"You have a choice, Yasmeen." She flinched at her new name.
"Do you make a biddable, modest and obedient daughter." you snap your fingers, and the last trace of Abdul's previous life vanished. She was dressed with an abaya, and headscarf. She felt the underwear shifting beneath, the soft, chill touch of her satin panties, the confining and controlling cups of her bra helped with the weight at her shoulders. But the tight band around her chest was impossible to ignore. She certainly couldn't deny her new sex, or the abundance of her curves.
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"Or..." you snap your fingers once more, "Are you the defiant rebel who argues with her parents, and defies their authority, fighting to adjust to your new country, and adopt that culture and fit in."
Yasmeen gasped, as her Earth toned outfit was replaced by a garish neon yellow top, that clung to her bust, and she felt the constriction of a tight leather skirt, that gleamed.
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You don't answer. "Or you could leave the decision up to either Goddess Katie, or that nice Alice girl..." Snapping your fingers once more. Yasmeen, yelps and whimpers as her outfit changes once more.
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Her hands fluttered and flapped, as humiliation battled with futility, unsure what to cover, disguise, protect or hide on her newest look.
"Is Is.... Is it my choice?" she stammered out the question. Her decision mortifying but obvious.
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