Staring at Rose, you can’t help but notice that she almost looks a little dorky. Sure, she’s got a curvaceous body, but her aesthetic isn’t quite up to snuff. Taking her hand, you lead her up to your room to be a little more private before you do some more changing.
“Rose, my dear,” you begin, calmly. “You’re a popular girl.”
“P-popular? Nononono…” she protests meekly. Her face scrunches up as her whole body seems to balk at the suggestion.
“You are a popular girl,” you insist.
“I’m…I’m…uhhh…” she stammers. You notice her lips are now coated in bright red lipstick, and…did she lose some weight?
“You’re a popular girl.”
“Pop-popular…I’m a p-p-p-popular g-girl…” she manages to get out, her eyes open wide. Her appearance begins to drastically change as well. She’s no longer that plump, retaining her large bust but slimming down considerably, especially around her ass, waist, and face. Those crimson curls are now strawberry blonde, and her hairdo is now a cascade of curls that flow down to her shoulders complete with some disheveled bangs in the front. Her makeup is a lot more subtle and meticulous, save for her blood-red lips. The last notable change is her outfit. From the waist up, she’s now in a short shirt that reveals her midriff and is transparent enough to see her bra. From the waist down, her athletic shorts transformed into jean shorts, and her sneakers are now a bright white color. Thinner, more beautiful, and in trendier clothes, it’s clear that being popular completely changed who she is.
“Very nice,” you tell Rose. “You’re the most popular girl in school.”
“I’m…I’m the most popular girl…” she agrees, nodding in a very submissive fashion, falling to her knees as her will is now totally broken.