"Hmm, time to be a little curvier and shorter." Steven cooed in Gemma's voice, as he picked up Carly's scarf, that Emma had stolen from Beautylicious. Immediately he felt a tingling sensation overwhelm his sexy body, and he first began to shrink in height. His long blonde hair retreated into his head until he sported a familiar asymmetrical hairstyle, his tits - while staying a C-cup - sagged a little more but his ass and hips expanded against the fabric of his skirt. In no time at all, Steven had morphed into a copy of his friend Carly, from Beautylicious. He stepped out of the black patent high heels he had been wearing with ease, since his new feet were slightly smaller than Gemma's. And his skirt suit also seemed a tad too big for him, but not much.
"It's always a rush seeing someone transform like that." Emma shook her head, smirking.
"Tell me about it." Steven grinned, speaking in Carly's sexy voice as he walked around to where the box of clothes was on the floor. Next to the box was a large carrier bag, which contained some of Carly's older clothes and shoes that he had been tasked with taking to a charity shop. Of course he didn't, and he'd kept them himself. He took the medallion off first and tossed it to Emma, who kept it in her hand for now. Then Steven pulled a red tank top and a short white skirt from the bag, quickly getting changed into them and tossing his navy skirt suit in the box. He did however keep wearing the knickers and bra he'd worn while being Gemma.
"So you think Carly would be pissed if she found out you were turning into a copy of her? Emma smirked, as she watched Steven slip his feet into a pair of Carly's well-worn, black leather pumps with a 3-inch heel.
"Er, yeah, probably. Though not as pissed as Gemma would be to see me in her form." Steven giggled, running his fingers through his new hairstyle as he strutted around the room in Carly's pumps. He slapped his manicured hands on his shapely ass and then flashed a grin at his manager, who was a couple of inches taller than him while wearing her T-bar heels. "But she won't know, will she?" He said to her in a giddy tone. "God, her body feels so fucking nice. But it needs a good fucking." He lamented. "She's single again and therefore... she's not getting laid. And even though this is only a copy of her body, it's a god damn accurate one." Steven explained, rubbing his pussy through his skirt.
"I know that, Steven, I know how the whole thing works." Emma chuckled, as she inspected herself in her compact mirror. She could tell that she was a few years younger than she was usually.
"So, when's the bitch arriving?" Steven chirped in his new voice, as he squeezed his breasts.
"In a couple of hours. I've still got to let Liz know, and Natalie." Emma answered.
"Fucking great." Steven mumbled, shaking his pretty head.
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