It All Started With That Purse

             See that little purse she's holding? That is what turned her into this seemingly innocent babe. To the outside world, she was a debutante, a spendthrift, and just plain sexy. Behind closed doors, however, she was a totally different person: dominating, vicious, and ghastly in personality. It didn't matter if you were male or female, if you crossed her, you paid for it in spades. People who knew her were clueless as to her sudden change in character, but they all agreed on the same thing: It all started when she started carrying around that "Pandora Purse".

            This is a reasonable facsimile of what she used to look like: "Plain-Jane" look, a body not worth writing about, mousy hair. She preferred not to be the center of attention. However, that didn't mean that attention couldn't be thrust upon her. She found that little white purse seemingly abandoned on a bench while at her favorite hangout at a local mall.

             I could a purse of my own, she thought. Finders keepers, after all.

             So without a second thought, she went and snatched it, all the while making sure she wasn't caught. Later, while being driven home, she peeked inside and saw a pair of stilettos and some make-up.

            Who would stuff high heels into a purse? 

             When she reached her bedroom, she finally took the stilettos out and, without hesitation, tried them on. They fit, but unbeknownst to her, they weren't ordinary stilettos. She was about to discover that these heels were bespelled, as they change her in body and mind. First, there was a very loud groan from her stomach. She clutched it immediately as it began to reshape itself.

             Ugghh! 

             She moaned as her stomach actually lengthened a little and became quite toned. Then, as she turned to her sides, her legs slowly elongated, creaking like a decrepit door in an old house as they became longer and sexier. Her thighs and calves had stretched out, giving the transforming woman the legs of a supermodel just short of six feet tall. The small mounds on her chest ballooned to the size of melons as she suddenly gained a full-body tan. The last of her changes came in the form of her face moving around like it was putty. At last, as quickly as it began, it was over, and a totally different woman was lying in the bed of the girl that was there just moments ago. Her eyes still squeezed shut, her face kept twitching as a second personality was fighting its way to the surface...and winning.

             Walking to the bedroom mirror, the transformed beauty admired herself for some time. Afterwards, it finally dawned on her that the stilettos had given her this form, only it wasn't exactly her, but rather, a statuesque stunner, an irresistible eye-cather, an "Alpha". Ever since then, she's been mesmerizing men at every turn, making them spend only on her and her narcissistic desires. When in private, she was even worse, treating her men more like dogs than dates. She wanted everything her way, literally everything. They didn't dare cross her, lest they suffer in more ways than one. She had become a monster with hot legs, and it all started with that purse.