"Sure, Jim, what is it?" Candace replied, drawing close to Jim as Jim covered his mouth and nose and turned his head. . . . SCUTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHHH! The spray went off right in Candace's face.
Candace fell back. "What the HELL did you do that for?" she shouted. "Are you cr- . . ." The girl on the floor paused. "Oh, my," she said. Candace's features morphed into those of luscious Playboy Playmate Petra Verkaik: long, dark brown hair; thin yet sensuous lips; narrow, angular nose; large brown eyes; tanned skin, burnished to the color of glowing copper; long toned legs; round, pert buttocks; and last but certainly not least, Petra's glorious full breasts that must've been a 38 D-cup. Jim stared at the transformed Candace in amazement.
"Where am I? How did I get here?" the figure next to Jim said, in Petra Verkaik's voice. Jim had seen her video and recognized it. At any rate, it wasn't Candace's voice. . . .
"Candace? Is that you?" Jim asked cautiously.
"Candace? My name's Petra! Who are you?"
"I'm Jim. Don't you know me?"
The girl shook her head slowly, trying to focus with sleepy eyes. Jim stared at her. The girl had Petra's memories as well as her appearance, it seemed. . . .
"Petra Verkaik? From Playboy magazine?"
"Playboy?" The girl next to Jim blushed. "I could never be in a magazine like Playboy! I'm not . . . well, . . . pretty enough. Who'd want to look at a picture of me?"
Jim pondered this last part. Maybe Candace had been transformed into Petra as she was when Petra was the same age that Candace was now. She definitely wasn't Petra as she looked in 2001. Maybe this was Petra as she appeared at the age of 19. . . .
Jim looked back over at Candace/Petra. She was unconsciously(?) running her hands over her body, sensuously exploring her new curves, eyes closed. Jim's eyes popped when Petra slipped a hand up under her dress and began fondling her inner thighs--then reached upwards, probing further. . . . "Oh, my GOD, I'm so wet!" said Petra. . . . "Take me, Jim! Take me now!"
Well, Jim may not be the sharpest character in the drawer, but he still knew an gree light when he saw one. He began removing his clothing, kneeling next to Petra's sensuous, writhing form. . . .
Mon Mar 5 12:47:48 2001