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Hi! This is my attempt at a longer story! I hope you like it let me know what you think😊 If you’d like to see Mark’s and Lisa’s transformation they are in my exclusive gallery here:

Also, I’m going to post a NSFW Part 2 to my exclusive gallery as soon as I finish it!

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over an unremarkable suburban neighborhood. Two couples, Mark and Lisa, and David and Noelle, eagerly gathered their belongings as they prepared for their long-awaited trip to Florida. The anticipation in the air was palpable, Noelle was slightly nervous whereas Lisa couldn't wait to get a martini on the beach. The couples were longtime neighbors and friends. They had met while at church years ago. Mark suggested the trip for David’s 38th birthday after seeing how overworked he was.

Mark, a skinny man with graying hair was 7 years older than 38 year-old Lisa. David and Noelle were a bit younger… and each couple has 2 children. It would he the first time David and Noelle would be getting away on a real vacation since they started their family.

Noelle was and had always been a bit of a control freak.

Noelle meticulously checked her packing list one last time, ensuring that everything was in order. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety as thoughts of every possible mishap flooded her mind. What if they missed their flight? What if the hotel room wasn't up to their expectations? What if something happened to the kids while they were away?

Trying to shake off her worries, Noelle took a deep breath and reminded herself that this trip was supposed to be a break from the monotony of everyday life. It was meant to be an adventure, a chance for them to let loose and have fun. With a determined spirit, she pushed her concerns aside and

The couples had booked a hotel at a resort 40 miles from Miami Beach but they soon found that wasn’t the case at all. David, had somehow booked a hotel right on Miami beach. Well, Noelle didn’t accept that… and blamed the hotel manager for the mistake. He responded by ensuring the couples would be in “a special room.”

As soon as the couples got to the room which was a suite with separate bedrooms… immediately something was off. Noelle tried to call the babysitter right away to check up on things… but when she did she only found herself talking in a nasally high pitched voice. Nobody thought anything of it at first until it got more and more apparent. “Noelle honey, you okay?” David finally asked her. “Ummmmm? Totes baby! Nevers better! Ohmygod w-t-f? I can’t stop talking like this! Babyyy, I’mmm like, reallly, scareedddd.” David wanted to help… but he caught a look of himself in the mirror. “Ugh my shoulders look like behemoths.” He blurted out before turning away. There was a desperate look on his face. The couple frantically looked at each other but they didn’t know what to do.

As Noelle and David stood stunned, bewildered by the sudden changes in their own behavior, Lisa and Mark, burst out laughing. Their laughter echoed through the suite, causing Noelle's anxiety to heighten.

"What's so funnyyy?" Noelle asked with a nasally tone, her frustration seeping through her words.

Lisa tried to contain her laughter, wiping away tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she managed to say between fits of giggles. "It's just... you should see yourselves!"

Feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, David walked over to the mirror and gasped at his reflection.

His shoulders had actually shrunk… but more dramatically there was hair growing like a weed out of his head. David's hands reached up to touch the thick strands sprouting from his scalp, his eyes widening with disbelief. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he examined every inch of his reflection. The hair was growing at an alarming rate, covering his entire head within seconds. The once balding man now possessed a full head of luscious, dark locks.

"Noelle, do you see this?" David turned towards his wife, panic etched across his face.

Noelle's eyes widened as she took in her husband's miraculous transformation. She had expected the worst when her voice started changing, but nothing could have prepared her for this peculiar occurrence.

Lisa and Mark’s laughs soon stopped when they suddenly noticed changes.

Lisa gasped as she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She looked down and saw her skin transforming, the pigment shifting from pale white to a radiant shade of gold. The transformation spread up her arms and across her chest, she sprinted into the bedroom as she saw what was happening. Mark quickly followed.

6 hours later… Noelle and David were still trapped in their suite, desperately trying to make sense of the bizarre predicament they found themselves in. The changes had accelerated. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't shake off the peculiar high-pitched voices and the distorted reflections in the mirror… along with some very foreign thoughts.

Meanwhile, Mark and Lisa were going through something very similar. Mark’s skin was already several shades darker… not to mention he had gained some weight in some interesting places. Lisa was looking young… young and hot. Both of them were completely aware what was happening… yet neither tried to do anything to stop it. Instead Mark and Lisa soon found themselves in the bathroom… applying pounds of makeup to their faces.

By the time it got dark everything had changed. The couples emerged from their respective bedrooms for the first time as they prepared for a big night in. The sight before them was nothing short of jaw-dropping. David, now Destinee, had transformed into a complete bombshell in every single way. Her skin glistened with a sun-kissed glow, her once balding hair now a cascade of beautiful locks that fell effortlessly down her back. Destinee’s eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence as she admired her reflection in the mirror and admired herself rocking a little black dress and 5-inch pink heels.

Noelle, on the other hand, had become Natasha, an oblivious airheadheaded slut who hardly knew right from left. She didn’t quite have the breathtaking body that her once husband had… so she made an effort to make up for it in the makeup and hair department. Although her new head told her she looked fabulous… Noelle now looked like a bimboized bratz doll. She would never know though… because her IQ had been cut by more than half. “Ohmygod Natasha you look like such a slut!” Destinee muttered… it was actually David attempting to tell his wife she was acting moronic. But “Natasha” as she wanted to be called now just giggled, “Destinee you're likeeee, literallyy my hubbie and I can't believe what a total slut you look likee too!" Natasha's voice was incredibly annoying, the obnoxiously high nasaly tone combined with trailing on every word made her sound no smarter than a 3rd grader. Well... she probably wasn't at this point.

Destinee ignored her as Mark and Lisa emerging from their room caught her eye. Instead of acknowledging the obvious Destinee was concerned about something else, "Oh my god Mark, I literally told you 1000 times I get to wear the little black dress tonight!" She pouted as she saw Mark sporting the very same dress as her.

Mark put his hands on his thrust out hips, “Okay first off bitch, you know my name? Does Michelle ring a bell? Haven’t we worked at the same salon for 4 years now? Second, I told you girl this is my first time out since my divorce so I’m wearing my little black dress!” She began a 10 minute long rant in a strong New Jersey accent. Mark was always a bit reserved. Michelle was well… the opposite.

Destinee had been parked in front of a mirror ever since she had been done getting ready. Mostly for selfies but also because she couldn’t get enough of her reflection. She rolled her eyes at Michelle before staring back at her reflection. “Whatever, but I’m wearing this anyways because I look, like really super perfect.”

Lisa had emerged during the rant. Surprisingly she experienced very little mental changes… and was basically in her vanilla mind the first time she saw the 3 other bimbos in the Miami hotel suite. Seeing her longtime husband look and act like an overly stereotypical Jersey housewife was a lot.

Lisa was more concerned about herself though… she had never felt more alive as she looked down at her body and saw a giant pair of fake tits pushed up against a tiny black leather dress. She couldn't help but run her hands over the smooth, silicone curves that now defined her chest. The weight of her new assets felt foreign yet strangely empowering. She couldn't deny the surge of confidence that coursed through her veins, as if all her inhibitions had been shed along with her previous identity. She decided she didn’t want to be Lisa anymore… she wanted to be Lexi instead.

It was a remarkable sight… in a few short hours the christian conservative couples were now overly prepared Miami party girls. They all realized it entirely too.

“Sooo should we likeeee goo to the hotel guyy and complainn?” Natasha whined over acrylic nails tapping on her phone. Instead of calling for help she was setting up an Instagram account. Destinee piped in, “Ohmygod we have to! The champagne wasn’t even cold! Not to mention the bathroom only has 2 plugs… that’s like not even close to enough for curling irons and charging and stuff.” Lisa chimed in, “Ladies, like it will have to be quick because our Uber is coming. Also I’m not gunna like miss out on half the night to figure out stupid hotel stuff.”

The hotel manager smirked as he saw the bimbos emerge from the elevator. He didn’t have much remorse… he told himself he was doing them a favor. Natasha stormed up to the counter as the other ladies carried on. Their tiny attentions spans forgot they were going to stop and complain, “Sooooo we’re likeeee reallyyy madd at youu. I mean likeee, the other laddiess aren’t supeerr madd. But I’m like, really really reallyyy mad!” The manager held his smirk, “Whats the problem ma’am?”

It was fresh in Natasha’s head just a second ago. It was clear there was something in the hotel that had turned her and her friends into complete bimbos. She was going to sue for millions. Billions. But that suddenly slipped her mind… she though hard for a second then remembered. “So it’ss like my bff Destinee’s 24th birthday today, and her champagne was likeeee, all warm?” It would be the last time Natasha would think anything like Noelle.

Description
Hi! This is my attempt at a longer story! I hope you like it let me know what you think😊 If you’d like to see Mark’s and Lisa’s transformation they are in my exclusive gallery here:

Also, I’m going to post a NSFW Part 2 to my exclusive gallery as soon as I finish it!

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over an unremarkable suburban neighborhood. Two couples, Mark and Lisa, and David and Noelle, eagerly gathered their belongings as they prepared for their long-awaited trip to Florida. The anticipation in the air was palpable, Noelle was slightly nervous whereas Lisa couldn't wait to get a martini on the beach. The couples were longtime neighbors and friends. They had met while at church years ago. Mark suggested the trip for David’s 38th birthday after seeing how overworked he was.

Mark, a skinny man with graying hair was 7 years older than 38 year-old Lisa. David and Noelle were a bit younger… and each couple has 2 children. It would he the first time David and Noelle would be getting away on a real vacation since they started their family.

Noelle was and had always been a bit of a control freak.

Noelle meticulously checked her packing list one last time, ensuring that everything was in order. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety as thoughts of every possible mishap flooded her mind. What if they missed their flight? What if the hotel room wasn't up to their expectations? What if something happened to the kids while they were away?

Trying to shake off her worries, Noelle took a deep breath and reminded herself that this trip was supposed to be a break from the monotony of everyday life. It was meant to be an adventure, a chance for them to let loose and have fun. With a determined spirit, she pushed her concerns aside and

The couples had booked a hotel at a resort 40 miles from Miami Beach but they soon found that wasn’t the case at all. David, had somehow booked a hotel right on Miami beach. Well, Noelle didn’t accept that… and blamed the hotel manager for the mistake. He responded by ensuring the couples would be in “a special room.”

As soon as the couples got to the room which was a suite with separate bedrooms… immediately something was off. Noelle tried to call the babysitter right away to check up on things… but when she did she only found herself talking in a nasally high pitched voice. Nobody thought anything of it at first until it got more and more apparent. “Noelle honey, you okay?” David finally asked her. “Ummmmm? Totes baby! Nevers better! Ohmygod w-t-f? I can’t stop talking like this! Babyyy, I’mmm like, reallly, scareedddd.” David wanted to help… but he caught a look of himself in the mirror. “Ugh my shoulders look like behemoths.” He blurted out before turning away. There was a desperate look on his face. The couple frantically looked at each other but they didn’t know what to do.

As Noelle and David stood stunned, bewildered by the sudden changes in their own behavior, Lisa and Mark, burst out laughing. Their laughter echoed through the suite, causing Noelle's anxiety to heighten.

"What's so funnyyy?" Noelle asked with a nasally tone, her frustration seeping through her words.

Lisa tried to contain her laughter, wiping away tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she managed to say between fits of giggles. "It's just... you should see yourselves!"

Feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, David walked over to the mirror and gasped at his reflection.

His shoulders had actually shrunk… but more dramatically there was hair growing like a weed out of his head. David's hands reached up to touch the thick strands sprouting from his scalp, his eyes widening with disbelief. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he examined every inch of his reflection. The hair was growing at an alarming rate, covering his entire head within seconds. The once balding man now possessed a full head of luscious, dark locks.

"Noelle, do you see this?" David turned towards his wife, panic etched across his face.

Noelle's eyes widened as she took in her husband's miraculous transformation. She had expected the worst when her voice started changing, but nothing could have prepared her for this peculiar occurrence.

Lisa and Mark’s laughs soon stopped when they suddenly noticed changes.

Lisa gasped as she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She looked down and saw her skin transforming, the pigment shifting from pale white to a radiant shade of gold. The transformation spread up her arms and across her chest, she sprinted into the bedroom as she saw what was happening. Mark quickly followed.

6 hours later… Noelle and David were still trapped in their suite, desperately trying to make sense of the bizarre predicament they found themselves in. The changes had accelerated. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't shake off the peculiar high-pitched voices and the distorted reflections in the mirror… along with some very foreign thoughts.

Meanwhile, Mark and Lisa were going through something very similar. Mark’s skin was already several shades darker… not to mention he had gained some weight in some interesting places. Lisa was looking young… young and hot. Both of them were completely aware what was happening… yet neither tried to do anything to stop it. Instead Mark and Lisa soon found themselves in the bathroom… applying pounds of makeup to their faces.

By the time it got dark everything had changed. The couples emerged from their respective bedrooms for the first time as they prepared for a big night in. The sight before them was nothing short of jaw-dropping. David, now Destinee, had transformed into a complete bombshell in every single way. Her skin glistened with a sun-kissed glow, her once balding hair now a cascade of beautiful locks that fell effortlessly down her back. Destinee’s eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence as she admired her reflection in the mirror and admired herself rocking a little black dress and 5-inch pink heels.

Noelle, on the other hand, had become Natasha, an oblivious airheadheaded slut who hardly knew right from left. She didn’t quite have the breathtaking body that her once husband had… so she made an effort to make up for it in the makeup and hair department. Although her new head told her she looked fabulous… Noelle now looked like a bimboized bratz doll. She would never know though… because her IQ had been cut by more than half. “Ohmygod Natasha you look like such a slut!” Destinee muttered… it was actually David attempting to tell his wife she was acting moronic. But “Natasha” as she wanted to be called now just giggled, “Destinee you're likeeee, literallyy my hubbie and I can't believe what a total slut you look likee too!" Natasha's voice was incredibly annoying, the obnoxiously high nasaly tone combined with trailing on every word made her sound no smarter than a 3rd grader. Well... she probably wasn't at this point.

Destinee ignored her as Mark and Lisa emerging from their room caught her eye. Instead of acknowledging the obvious Destinee was concerned about something else, "Oh my god Mark, I literally told you 1000 times I get to wear the little black dress tonight!" She pouted as she saw Mark sporting the very same dress as her.

Mark put his hands on his thrust out hips, “Okay first off bitch, you know my name? Does Michelle ring a bell? Haven’t we worked at the same salon for 4 years now? Second, I told you girl this is my first time out since my divorce so I’m wearing my little black dress!” She began a 10 minute long rant in a strong New Jersey accent. Mark was always a bit reserved. Michelle was well… the opposite.

Destinee had been parked in front of a mirror ever since she had been done getting ready. Mostly for selfies but also because she couldn’t get enough of her reflection. She rolled her eyes at Michelle before staring back at her reflection. “Whatever, but I’m wearing this anyways because I look, like really super perfect.”

Lisa had emerged during the rant. Surprisingly she experienced very little mental changes… and was basically in her vanilla mind the first time she saw the 3 other bimbos in the Miami hotel suite. Seeing her longtime husband look and act like an overly stereotypical Jersey housewife was a lot.

Lisa was more concerned about herself though… she had never felt more alive as she looked down at her body and saw a giant pair of fake tits pushed up against a tiny black leather dress. She couldn't help but run her hands over the smooth, silicone curves that now defined her chest. The weight of her new assets felt foreign yet strangely empowering. She couldn't deny the surge of confidence that coursed through her veins, as if all her inhibitions had been shed along with her previous identity. She decided she didn’t want to be Lisa anymore… she wanted to be Lexi instead.

It was a remarkable sight… in a few short hours the christian conservative couples were now overly prepared Miami party girls. They all realized it entirely too.

“Sooo should we likeeee goo to the hotel guyy and complainn?” Natasha whined over acrylic nails tapping on her phone. Instead of calling for help she was setting up an Instagram account. Destinee piped in, “Ohmygod we have to! The champagne wasn’t even cold! Not to mention the bathroom only has 2 plugs… that’s like not even close to enough for curling irons and charging and stuff.” Lisa chimed in, “Ladies, like it will have to be quick because our Uber is coming. Also I’m not gunna like miss out on half the night to figure out stupid hotel stuff.”

The hotel manager smirked as he saw the bimbos emerge from the elevator. He didn’t have much remorse… he told himself he was doing them a favor. Natasha stormed up to the counter as the other ladies carried on. Their tiny attentions spans forgot they were going to stop and complain, “Sooooo we’re likeeee reallyyy madd at youu. I mean likeee, the other laddiess aren’t supeerr madd. But I’m like, really really reallyyy mad!” The manager held his smirk, “Whats the problem ma’am?”

It was fresh in Natasha’s head just a second ago. It was clear there was something in the hotel that had turned her and her friends into complete bimbos. She was going to sue for millions. Billions. But that suddenly slipped her mind… she though hard for a second then remembered. “So it’ss like my bff Destinee’s 24th birthday today, and her champagne was likeeee, all warm?” It would be the last time Natasha would think anything like Noelle.