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Steph reached out for her phone, she was going to at least attempt to text Jenny and let her know what happened, but just as her fingers brushed the smart screen she noticed a change in her fingernail, “What’s this?” she said looking them over. They were longer and painted a pale pink with French tip. “What the heck?” she asked no one as she cocked her right hip to the side and took an annoyed stance.
She farted and absent-mindedly patted her booty, a booty that was now encased a [pair of spandex sausage casings for capri leggings. “Where did these things come from?” Steph asked annoyed at the amazing feeling leggings she now sported. “What the hell is going on?”
Steph waddled her large ass over to the full-length mirror and took a glance of herself inside it. “Guuuuuuuuuurl…!” escaped her mouth in a whisper of shock and awe at what she was looking at. She was wearing black with Leopard Print lace up traction sole booties in faux suede. Her shirt was now a sexy, women’s leopard animal print chiffon shirt, a casual blouse with a white collar. “I’m dressed as trashy as Fanny!”
She turned to her left and beheld her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her face was caked in makeup, just like Fanny would have done it; dark blush, heavy foundation, and dark red lipstick along with smokey eye shadow. Her eyes, which now stood behind a pair of leopard print cat’s eye glasses, looked up to see she now sported a fire engine red big, beautiful, bouffant of a Peggy Bundy nature that stood nearly a full foot in height.
Steph grabbed her hair only to find he had a pair of white silk gloves on her hands. “What the Hell?” she blurted out stunned. She turned her attention back to the full-length mirror. “I’m just a black version of Aunt Fanny,” Steph observed, appreciating how her milk chocolate complimented Fanny’s normal garish makeup style to make her look quite nice and sexy.
Looking herself over in the mirror Steph couldn’t deny the truth to herself anymore, “I look good!” Steph snapped her fingers a few times before she noticed her wrists were covered in 10 to 15 gold bangles each, a few garish rings on her fingers, and big gold hoops from her ears. “I look even better! Steph laughed at all the gold she now sported, “How can this get better?”
TTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTHHHHPPPPTTTTTT!
“Yeah,” you danced, “it totally can! Uh, baby that is one funky fart. I want another!”
FFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTT!
“And another!”
VVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTHHHHHPPPPTTTT!
“One more!”
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!
“Maybe one last-Nope!” Steph stopped herself. “I said I’d call Jenny and I need to call Jenny!”
“Even if it going to suck!” she frowned with a fart.
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