Already eager to try on a new body, you focus on transforming yourself again. This time you decide to transform into your girlfriend. Just as before, a single thought kicks off the transformation. You begin shrinking down again, back down to 5'5", boosted to 5'8" by your heels, and you start to become more slim and slender, with more subtle curves. Lauren's figure is not at full as Crystal's, but she is quite good-looking in her own way. Next, your breasts begin to shrink, stopping at a more modest C-cup compared to the E-cups that you just had moments before. The, your hair begins to lengthen again. It stops growing once it reaches just past your shoulders, and then its colors begins to change. Slowly, it shifts from Crystal's dark hair color to Lauren's red-orange hair color. Then, just as before, you watch in the mirror as the rest of your features, including your face, begin to change into those of your girlfriend. You maintain your blue eyes, though a slightly different shade, as Lauren's are blue like Crystal's, but the rest of your face changes. Once it takes on the shape of Lauren's face, her cute freckles begin to appear.
With your change now complete, you look yourself over in the mirror. You now look exactly like your girlfriend, but you're still dressed in the sexy skin-tight outfit that you had given yourself a few moments ago. "Lauren would never wear something like this," you say with your girlfriend's voice. Lauren wasn't a prude by any means, but she would certainly never wear such a sexualized outfit. It just wasn't her style. Not that Crystal would wear something like this either, but Lauren was definitely more prim and proper than her. With that in mind, you decide to change your outfit into something more befitting of that aspect of her personality.
Soon, your skin-tight catsuit-like getup begins to grow loose, forming into one long, flowing garment made from a light, silky-smooth fabric with a pale lavender hue. The sleeves retreat up your arms and fade away entirely, leaving your torso covered by the sleeveless top of a halter-neck dress held around your neck by a thin strip of fabric secured in place with a broach with a large ruby set in it just above your breasts. A sash then wraps around your waist, held in place with a piece similar to the one on your chest. From their, the dress hangs loose over your legs with elegant folds, and the hem is highlighted with a golden trim. Your boots, maintaining their 3-inch heel, simply become a pair of lovely golden-colored shoes that perfectly compliment your dress. Finalizing the look is some jewelry: a gold bangle on your wrist, a pair of earrings that match the color of your dress, and a gold tiara with a ruby set in it that holds your bangs out of your face, while your hair is secured into a ponytail in back. In this getup, you look like a character out of The Legend of Zelda or some JRPG. It's certainly a good look for Lauren's body. Maybe I should give Lauren this princess look the next time I see her, you think to yourself.
You pose for the mirror for a bit longer, but soon you grow bored and decide it's time for yet another change. Having got your fill of masturbating in a female body for the time being, you now want to just have fun trying on different bodies, and trying on different outfits on those bodies.
Moments later, another change begins. Your figure remains rather similar, though you lose another inch of height. Your hair lengthens and darkens back to brown like your mother's, as do your eyes. As the final changes to your body set in, you see your older sister Amanda looking back at you from the mirror. "You make a pretty princess, Sis," you chuckle with Amanda's voice as you strike another pose.
Amanda's body does look a little silly in this princess getup, but that might just be because she's your sister. Whatever the case, you decide to transform your outfit into something that you might see her wear. The skirt of your dress begins to shorten, sliding up your legs until it reaches only partway down your thighs, and then the material changes to blue denim. Meanwhile, the top part of your dress separates from the bottom and takes on a less fantasy-esque look, becoming just a simple lavender-colored halter top. As for your shoes, you just change those into a pair of black boots you've seen your sister wear several times. The final touch is just to remove the princessy jewelry, especially the tiara.
"Amanda is quite the looker," you say. You do have to admit that your sister is rather attractive. Of course, you don't have any sexual desire for her because you're not a creep. Taking on her appearance is just amusing to you and nothing more, and you think it might be even more amusing to become your younger sister.
With yet another minor exertion of your will over reality, you make yet another change. You shrink again, going down to 5'1", and your body becomes more petite as you take on the form of Ashlie, your younger sister. Your breasts shrink away down to Ashlie's small A-cups while your hair changes to become her choppy layered emo haircut and, of course, its color changes to the bright pink shade she had dyed it.
"This outfit is definitely not Ashlie's style," you say with your younger sister's annoying high-pitched voice. You think for a moment about changing your outfit into something ridiculous that your sister would never wear, but then you decide to just put on something that she might wear. The skirt you're wearing separates into two pieces, which individually wrap around your legs. They then start sliding down your legs, soon encasing them in a pair of tight skinny jeans, which then change from blue to purple. Next, your boots transform into the pair of well-worn pink converse trainers that your sister wears all the time. Next up, your top simply becomes a tight-fitting girls-cut T-shirt. However, instead of putting the logo of whatever crappy emo band she was currently obsessed with on it, you put the logo of a band that you like, specifically Queens of the Stone Age. Then, to complete the look, you give yourself that heavy black eyeliner look that Ashlie always rocks.
"Hi, I'm Ashlie and I'm an annoying brat sometimes," you say to your reflection before bursting out laughing.
All this transformation is pretty fun, and it certainly is entertaining. Over the next several minutes, you transform yourself into more of your female classmates, friends, and even that sexy MILF who lives down the street, and you try on all sorts of different outfits while in those bodies, but you do start to get bored and begin thinking about what else you can do. There is so much more you can do with your power, after all.
Before you do anything else, you want to settle on a form to keep for the time being. You could transform back to your regular male self, but where's the fun in that? You focus on the form you wish to take, and soon you are back in Crystal's body, garbed in the same skin-tight outfit as before. Of the form's you've tried out today, this one is the one you felt most comfortable in for some reason. You also like how sexy you look like this.
With that done, you start thinking about what to do next. You soon come to the conclusion that it would be more fun to share this experience with, but you're not sure who to tell about your powers. There's your girlfriend, Lauren, of course, but you think she might not have the right personality. You have plenty of other friends, but you're not sure if you want to share your secret with them either. You also think of your sisters and parents, but quickly rule them out.
Then, you suddenly have an epiphany of sorts. You can use your powers to create someone to share this experience with. And who better to share your power with than yourself? Focusing on the space in front of you, you will a clone of yourself into existence. For some extra fun, you decide to give him the ability to transform himself, but you don't give him your full power so you are still the one in control. Before your very eyes, your regular old male self appears in front of you.
"Hello?" you say with Crystal's voice.
"Hey there, sexy," your clone says, a knowing grin on his face.
"You like what you see, then?" you ask striking a sexy pose.
"Damn right," your clone replies. He then takes a step forward and reaches out to touch your body.
"You know we're not into guys," you say, sticking your tongue out.
"I know just the fix, then," your clone says. He then proceeds to transform his body. Slowly, he morphs into the sexy blonde MILF from down the street, whose body you tried out earlier. Then, that body begins to lose its age, becoming the same age as the body you currently inhabit. As a final touch, your clone gives this body a sexy skin-tight outfit just like yours, except red instead of purple. "Better?" he, or should you say she, asks, pressing that sexy body against yours.
"Much," you say, grinning as your reach out and start feeling up your clone's body.
"So, what should two sexy girls like us do now?" your clone asks.
"Now it's time to have some fun," you say.
"What do you have in mind?" your clone asks, reaching around and grabbing your sexy ass.
"I've got a few ideas in mind," you say, returning the favor.
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