You find your attention drawn to the roulette wheel behind you. The voice is filled with panic and jabbering rapidly. However, as the croupier passes back the token to the gambler. It is now a shocking pink.
The player doesn't even touch it, and the changes race through his body. In an instant he loses about six inches of height. As he drops, you see his hair fluff up. The hair itself doesn't settle either, as it cascades outwards from his head. A short and smart style rolling in waves down his back to become a waterfall of raven locks.
Her hands grip the edge of the table as she trembles, and you see the hands swamped by the sleeves of the suit as the nails take on a scarlet gloss. The suit looks terribly tailored as it hangs loose on her frame. And it is clearly her now, from the width of her hips and the pitch of her voice. She still babbles incoherently to the croupier.
Sensing the magic has run it's course. The new woman snatches her token from the table and flees.
You can tell that her clothes don't fit, as her generous chest shifts and heaves as she pushes her way through the crowd. Her blood must be pulsing through her veins as her nipples are clear through the fabric of her shirt. Tears run freely down her face.....
She looks vulnerable, terrified ... and very arousing and aroused.
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