Change again

Fred raises the marble. "You're really upset by this. You really don't want to be a little girl?"

"No." you snap. "It's horrible. It's not me."

"Then how about we make a compromise? You'll still be my daughter but you won't have to be so young or girly..." You glare at Fred, but before you can say or do anything she continues: "I wish you were my 16-year-old tomboy daughter."

"What-?" you start, but are cut off as the marble glows brightly, encasing you in the glow as well. You are briefly blinded by a bright flash as a brief electric shock runs through your body as you are changed yet again. You rapidly grow to 5-feet-4-inches tall. Your curly blonde hair changes to dark-brunette and becomes straight and grows to halfway down your back, then pulls back into a ponytail. B-cup breasts grow in and your female figure forms. Your shoes become sneakers, and your dress is replaced by blue jeans and a long-sleeved dark green shirt. Under the shirt, you feel a bra form around your breasts.

You stumble, disoriented from the sudden change in your body, but manage to catch yourself. You glare at Fred, who has also received a (very minor) change: she now looks to be in her mid-thirty's, old enough to have a teenage daughter. You don't care about that, though.

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