A blast of light strikes nearby

"You don't understand! At some point the machine will reach critical mass! The random discharges will..."

The ballerina cannot finish, as something like pink lightning strikes the ground not-too far away. You and the schoolgirl feel an electric tingle, and you both seem to get even more horny. Looking up, you see the teenage ballerina girl has changed again.

Now, she is a little older, with slightly bigger breasts, and her outfit is now even frillier, if that is to be believed. She has a set of fake, pink fairy wings, and her hair is a beautiful, shining blonde done up elaborately. Her legs are shapely, and straight as she is still on tippy-toes. You look down and see that your clothes have changed as well. Your schoolgirl friend is wearing all pink, her hairwilder, curlier, and her eyes are a pale blue, showing a complete lack of intelligence and only desire. Your clothes have changed, too. Your skirt is bouncy, but still short, and you realize it's become a fluffy kind of pink skirt. But more than that, it's part of the dress you are now wearing, a frilly pink little girl jumper that barely holds your EE cup breasts.

"See, this is... umm..." says the ballerina girl. "Ummm... This is... a pretty dress..." She straightens her costume and dances up to the two of you. "It's hard to, like... think. But we have to, umm... get back... to my room."

Written by Anon

Dumb and dumber . . . and getting dumber

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