Katy normally was very plain. She didn’t put a lot of effort into how she looked or what she wore. Her makeup selection was minimal at best. Her body type was not impressive. She slouched as she walked, her breasts hadn’t really developed and her hair always looked unkempt.

That is, before she put on the dress.

As she slipped the dress over her head and let it fall naturally, she turned towards the mirror hopefully. Nervous butterflies flew around in her stomach as she did this.

A second passed. Ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. The hope faded from her face, but the butterflies didn’t disappear. In fact, they seemed to be growing. She looked down and touched her stomach as the fluttering changed to a heat deep in her stomach. The heat changed to a fire and she cringed and hunched over slightly.

Her eyes were closed tightly and she was hugging her stomach tightly. “Aaah!” she let out uncontrollably. The fire began to spread throughout her torso. Her mind was trying to race through all of the possible scenarios, but it suddenly began to feel as if it were splitting apart. Her brain ached, her thoughts were centered completely around making the pain stop.

The fire kept moving outward, ignoring her mental pleas. Her body was a furnace from the end of her toes to the top of her head. It finally brought her to her knees as she let out a whimper. Without any apparent reason, it suddenly began to go from a raging heat to a dull burning.

She slowly peeled her eyes open and gradually let her arms fall away from her stomach. She looked down at her hands, gasping. They were changing in front of her eyes. The fingers were becoming slighter, the nails shinier. Her hands were more petite now. They had gained some color and lost their clammy paleness.

Something began to invade her lower peripheral and she bent her head down slightly to see her breasts beginning to grow larger. She looked up excitedly to see them in the mirror. Her breaths were becoming more rapid as she saw her bra finally being filled out. She noticed that her bra had changed from black to white and had changed sizes. She looked up to see a confused stranger staring back at her.

She was stunning. She lifted one of her beautiful hands up to her face slowly and touched her now flawless skin. She stood up with her hands still holding her new face. Her gaze moved to her legs to see a brand new pair. The muscles stood out from them perfectly, not excessively. Her butt was more defined. Her thighs curved gently to her smaller waist. Her excitement was obvious as she let her hands explore her new body. She had become perfect in her mind.

In her mind, it was as if it had been torn in half.