Sam blinked, her head feeling… foggy. She looked to the strange man with the dark hair again, wobbling unsurely on her feet. “Wh-what was that?”

“That was punishment for calling me a… ‘boring old man’, was it? I’m twenty-five.” He chuckled, bringing a hand to her cheek and tutting. “Those extra piercings… Too rebellious for my tastes. Let’s do away with them, and instead…”

Sam felt her cheeks tingle, and the slight tug of her piercings vanished. She pressed her fingers against them and shuddered, feeling the soft powder of makeup. “Hey, what the hell!” The redhead’s eyes narrowed.

The man shrugged amicably, shaking his head with a wry grin. “Close to the mark, but not entirely accurate. I could explain, but I honestly don’t have the time or the patience.”

As he spoke, Sam felt her hair begin to lengthen. She couldn’t explain how it was happening, but she knew it was. In a matter of seconds, it was like she desperately needed a haircut. In minutes, her hair hung to the small of her back, the sleek red locks glinting in the light of the mall.

She looked to her shoulders, gasping as she saw her red tresses. They were lightening before her startled eyes, as though the color was being drained from them until they were a platinum shade of blonde. “Stop it!” She balled her hands into fists.

“You’re not the one giving orders. In fact, you’re rather submissive.” His voice was suddenly stern, and his word was law.

“O-oh, yes sir.” Sam blinked at the words, then cupped a hand to her head. That wasn’t right, was it? She knew that she respected him, or something along those lines, but why did she? She could have sworn she was angry at him just a moment ago…

“Ah-ah… No putting two and two together. Dumber.” The man grinned, watching as Sam wobbled in place.

“I… Like… Wha? I mean, like… I’m not dumber…” She groaned, her lips swelling slightly. She blushed, looking to him anxiously. “Like, I mean! I’m totally sorry, I didn’t mean to like, contrad… Contry… Country?”

“Contradict?” He offered.

“Yeah! That one! I didn’t offer to cuntadick you!” Sam giggled, glad that the man was so perceptive.

“You don’t say… That gives me an idea. Hornier, dumber, and… Well, more of a bimbo? If you understand the word?” He made an exaggerated motion with his hands, miming a wide hourglass.

Sam gasped, her breasts growing in her shirt and her ass swelling in her jeans. The former loosened while the latter tightened, the fabric changing from a punk outfit to something more befitting of a valley girl socialite.

Her cheeks flushed as a tan spread along her body, bringing a heat with it that reached deep into her heart. She moaned, groping her breasts, then squeezing her fat ass. Her body was so warm to the touch now!

“Like, I’m feeling all horny-like!” Sam giggled, looking to the man with a wide smile. She bounced on her heels, giggling more.

“Of course you are, dear. But be a good girl, and don’t forget to charge them? After all, this is your job.” He grinned.

Sam blinked in confusion, twirling her fingers through her rapidly curling hair. “Huh? Wait, but like… My job is like… Working…” She struggled to remember, thoughts of her old life flitting from her mind. “Uhm… Sucking cock and stuff?”

“As long as the ‘stuff’ includes protection.” The man grinned, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it. You know where to meet me with your earnings.”

“Like, of course!” Sam giggled. She loved being a bimbo whore! The girl sluttily sashayed her hips as she walked, making sure every eye was on her and planning to make many of them her new customers.