She turned over, idly playing with the magical talisman. On the other hand, her powers were really cool and who knows, her life might be better off as a slightly younger girl who happened to look like a three dimension version of a video game character who could turn into other women from the same video game series. Or from any series, maybe. Maybe it was the fact that the characters she turned into had an established personality that she knew and could imitate that made her personality change when she turned into them? She wasn't quite sure what the true extent of her powers were, and if the fact that the magatama matched the character of Maya Fey was just a complete coincidence that he had over-thought. Oh, who cared. She wondered if her wardrobe had changed. She couldn't exactly run around dressed like an anime character all day, even if not having to wear pants was surprisingly comfortable, but she didn't exactly think that the considerably taller and noticeably more male Brian's clothes would fit the much smaller and if-she-might-say-so-herself cuter Brian. She dragged herself off the sofa and headed for the bathroom, intent on not coming out until you couldn't see the other side of the room through the steam.
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Brian looked at her naked body in the mirror, turning slightly as she got different angles. Doing this was an inevitablity, really. But for better or worse, she wasn't really interested in doing any exploring of her new body. She just looked at herself and felt normal and natural, like she had been female forever. So much for the mystery of womanhood. She gave it up and grabbed a towel from next to her pile of clothing, undoing her hair's bun at the top of her head and the part that was tied near the bottom of her hair. She had a lot of hair, she realised. A lot more than she was used to. She wished that she had turned into someone with shorter hair, although the first character that came to mind who fit that description was Franziska von Karma, who was kind of a bitch and had bright blue hair which would look incredibly silly anyway. Man, she really had to think of some other series.
She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, fiddling with her magatama while she waited. While she probably shouldn't take it into the shower with her, for some reason she really didn't want to take off her person. Hoping that it wouldn't suffer any sort of damage or wear from the water, she stepped under the hot water, sighing appreciatively as she was quickly soaked, brushing her now almost eye-obscuring hair out of the way. She had to admit, she wasn't sure if it was her new body or if it was just her finally relaxing properly, but the shower felt wonderful, and she closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her. Minutes dragged on in her state of bliss, steam filling the room as she unwound further and further by the second. Her hands briefly closed around the magatama, warm and slick to the touch, as she decided that right now, everything was absolutely perfect, and she didn't have a care in the world. As a result, she didn't notice the slight shimmer, as her idle thoughts had an unintended consequence. Perhaps if she had a mirror she might have noticed a small mole appear below the corner of her left eye, but even then it would have been too late to stop what happened next.
Her legs began to slowly grow longer, Brian's short stature becoming less apparent as the ground grew further away, the different obvious, but not enough for Brian to notice that anything was off. Her overall height didn't change after her initial growth spurt, but her legs lengthened as the height was put mainly into her legs, her thighs slimming slightly as her hips grew minutely larger. Her breasts swelled an inch, but her narrowing shoulders gave her a very thin, straight frame, rather than the hourglass that her previous transformation had granted her. Her long, dark hair began to lighten as it began to retract upwards, seemingly growing in reverse, going from brushing the arch of her back to falling just above her shoulders, turning first grey, then to an unnatural silvery blue colour, her locks of hair losing their square cut in favour of a pointier one, parting on the right to sweep across her forehead, at least when not completely drenched by the shower that she had lost herself in.
Her body matured only a year, but her face matured greatly, her chin and nose growing sharper as her eyes shrank and narrowed, giving her a shrewd, cunning look, albeit a beautiful one as her eyelashes grew longer and darker. Her lips grew fuller as a brief smirk overtook them, her normal gentle expression being replaced with a cold, confident one, seemingly made for it rather than the warmer expressions that her face had been previously adorned with. Her transformation complete, she took a deep sigh, and reluctantly turned off the shower, the room full of steam as she grabbed a towel. She ran it through her hair, not really caring that she had been in the shower for an inordinately long time. It had been a nice shower, and she was feeling a lot more confident in herself now that she had had some time to relax. Things like what she was going to do about adjusting to her new life didn't worry her, since she was sure she could easily take command of her new life. She toweled herself off for a minute before catching a glance of herself in the foggy bathroom mirror, noticing that she seemed to look distinctly different.
She approached the mirror, towel wrapped around her as she wiped it off and revealed her changes to herself. But rather than panic or get upset, she instead let her towel fall away as she appreciated her suddenly more mature body. Franziska von Karma, eh? It explained why she was feeling a bit more confident. She really had to get away from the Ace Attorney characters, but perhaps not this one. She gave a quick turnabout as she examined herself closely, her shorter hair being easier to deal with. She was quite happy with these changes, and felt that it suited her a lot better than that childish body she normally had. Only a year or so younger than this one, and yet this felt so much more mature. In fact, this body seemed to have cleared up all of the flaws of her old one, from body to mind. She didn't just see a girl standing there, she saw herself, and she was perfect. Perfect skin, perfect body, perfect mind.
She toweled herself off for another minute, fingering the magatama clinging warmly to her chest. She wondered exactly what the extent of this object's power was, and how to exploit it best. Assuming she wasn't restricted to fictional characters, she could theoretically give herself whatever personality and body she wanted, as long as she fixed the problem of her time in a form being seemingly limited. And in fact, why stop with just herself? What about altering other people? Was that something she could do? Perhaps she could use it to improve somebody, or give them a state of mind more likely to see things her way, if she felt like manipulating somebody's mind was a thing she was alright with exploiting. Well, in her personal opinion, this sort of power couldn't have gone to a better person than herself. She looked in the mirror, and considered turning them into a particularly fetching woman who suddenly came to mind. Or perhaps even...
She was distracted from her thoughts by her hair brushing against her back, and she looked into the mirror to see her hair rapidly growing and darkening, her eyes widening as her height plunged back down. She watched her chest shrink, and within seconds she was back to her old, default form of Maya Fey. Unlike last time, she wasn't really upset with changing. She seemed to be a bit full of it in that form, but having so much confidence in herself was quite nice. She actually wouldn't mind giving it another go, or keeping it as one of her more permanent forms if she solved the time limit problem. She might have to do something about the bright blue hair though. That was sure to attract attention, although her very Japanese dress had already done a pretty good job of that on the way home. Thank god it was the middle of the night. She figured she should probably do something about her nudity, and finished drying off, putting her dress on loosely. Despite her long shower, she was feeling pretty tired, and yawned as she wandered into her bedroom, collapsing onto her bed. Maybe it was using the magatama that had tired her out. Whatever it was, it would have to wait until tomorrow morning, she decided as she quickly drifted off, wondering what awaited her in the morning.