Preparations

“So what preparations are you going to make?” The enger asks as the body gets up and heads back to the bathroom.

“Well, I need to form a separate identity from you so my social life doesn't impact yours too much,” the man looks through drawers until he finds what he's looking for: A cheap costume jewelry bracelet, “Mind if I use this?”

“Go right ahead,” Jasmine confirms, “it's cheap, and mine.”

“Thanks…” the man sits down with it, and starts chanting, slowly turning it over in his hand as thin blue lines of power etch themselves into the plastic, forming tiny little runes that would require a good magnifying glass to distinguish from simple straight lines, a microscope to allow reading.

“So what's this?” The woman in the back of the body's head asks out of boredom.

“A very limited bracelet of illusion,” the man continues to work, “it will change our skin and hair color while worn to a specific set… we'll be a white redhead. Eye color will be unchanged, remaining green.”

“Why a white girl, specifically?” The mixed race mind pipes up.

“Pigmentation changes are both simple and low energy,” the male mind begins mentally, “and because they don't impact other senses, there's no mental dissonance when someone interacts with us by way of, say, shaking our hand: It still feels, smells, tastes, and so on, for the appearance. This makes such minor changes very stable and capable of handling close examination. The racial departure is so it can't really be ed off as makeup: Nobody's going to believe the hot white woman is the same person as the hot mocha skinned babe, especially when we have different accents and mannerisms. Oh, and I should ask: Are you on the pill?”

“Wait, are you planning to…” the current enger begins.

“Not tonight, but eventually, yes,” the ring its, “I want to enjoy life, and among other things, that does mean enjoying the pleasures of the flesh… but obviously, a baby would be very disruptive, so I'm not going to bring that on you.”

“So at some point, you're going to… and I'm going to feel everything… umm…” it's a good thing the ring is in charge at the moment, otherwise the body's cheeks would be a very bright red.

“If we keep making deals, then sooner or later, yes.” The mage keeps at it, “which means I kind of need to know the answer to my question.”

“Umm… yes?” the mental voice squeaks, “Mom insisted, and I've kept it up since I got my own place, but I've never…” she trails off.

The ring actually pauses in his preparations at that, and then continues, “I'll wait, then. Your first time should be YOURS. I still plan to go to parties and things, mind, but you can choose who you give yourself to the first time. I am not going to take that from you.”

“Thank you,” the woman ‘sounds’ relieved.

The mage, meanwhile, finishes his handiwork, picking it up and smiling, “are you ready to go see the results?”

“Yeah, sure,” the human confirms, then they head to her room, close the door, and look in the mirror:

Jasmine's a ten, no denying that. She has toned muscles, a slim waist, “child bearing” hips and a well-padded caboose stretching out her blue jeans, slender legs, and petite feet. Further up, she has G-cup milk makers filling out her bra and pushing her T-shirt taught, narrow shoulders that emphasize her bustline, a long smooth neck, a narrow chin, a button nose, and emerald eyes. Her face is framed by long black hair done up in super tiny braids stretching down to her knees… and of course, her skin is the color of a tasty mocha.

“You are beautiful, you do know that, right?” The mage comments as he slips on the magical trinket.

“Yes…” the currently trapped mind mentally cringes as the magic takes effect, “the catcalls, wolf whistles, random groping, and constant indecent proposals growing up made that abundantly clear.” The transformation is magical… but simple. The woman in the mirror lightens several shades, and her hair goes from black to a bright copper red.

The mage chuckles, “all the wrong people around you, then. Well... my time is almost up...."