After asking the bartender to send a few drinks to their table, Ayame made her way towards the bathroom. Her hands pressed against the door, pushing it open, and she was sure to lock it behind her. Sighing, she finally let her guard down. She needed to process everything that had just happened. Walking over to the sink, she turned the faucet. Cold. Water, pouring. Her hands cupped around the water, seeking to retain some of it, her fingers tightly clenched together as she brought her hands to her face, splashing it with water.
You look disgusting.Looking at herself in the mirror, she let out a deep breath, letting her hair down. First thing was first. Hands around the hem of her shirt, she lifted it up, above her head, and discarded it on the ground. Running her hands across her stomach, she felt a shiver run across her spine. It was cold in this bathroom. Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled them down to her knees before sitting herself on the sink. She could feel the wetness of the sink, and it made her feel slightly uncomfortable as she kicked her heels off before shimmying the jeans down her body and onto the ground. Standing, she reached behind her, unfastening her bra and slipping the straps down her shoulders. Finally, her hands wrapped around the wasteband of her panties, and she pulled them off as well.
She looked at her body. She looked hard and well.
Here goes nothing.First, the hair. She knew how to do this. It'd been part of her training -- disguises. Closing her eyes, she concentrated her magic, building it up and streaming it towards her hair.
Concentrate. Concentrate. Her hair began to grow longer, longer, and longer still, finally stopping around her breasts. Letting her hair fling forward, she turned on the sink again, wetting it. It needed to be wet. This next spell needed water. Her hair began to grow wavy, and then, turned red. It was no longer straight, blonde hair. It was distinctly different. The hair on the rest of her body soon turned red as well.
Next, the face. The eyes went from their blue hue to a much more green one. Her nose grew wider, her lips perkier. Across her face appeared freckles, common for gingers. Her skin grew whiter, more pale, all over her body. Her chin became slightly more pointy, her face slightly more skinnier. Even her ears changed, her piercings closing up, the shapes of her ears growing more pointy as well. Already, she looked like an entirely different person.
Her breasts became slightly larger. Her weight, smaller, her stomach smooth. Her hips grew only slightly wider. Her ass grew larger as well. Her legs grew to be just slightly plump, but smooth, all the same, pale. Her hands and feet grew softer. Freckles decorated her body, only slightly as well, in a way that some men would find completely attractive. She had already used up a good amount of her range of magic. She was almost done.
The clothes she'd been wearing vanished, gone. On the sink, new underwear and a white sundress appeared, as well as flats. Slipping into her new clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and applying necessary makeup -- just a bit of eye shadow, some mascara. She looked... Beautiful. Completely different. And she felt
confident. With a new identity, a new accent, and a new appearance... She was a changed person.
Now, it was time to start her new life. She confidently walked out of the bathroom, ready to see what would happen next.
