Panicked Dad The Remote of Transformation chapter 5 by bodyswapbabe

“Ethan?” she rasped, stumbling toward him on unsteady legs. The way she moved was all hips, exaggerated by her new frame. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

Ethan took a step back. “I—it was just a test! You were being kind of a jerk, and I wanted to prove—”

“You turned me into some kind of—some kind of bimbo Latina sexpot!” She caught sight of herself in the garage’s dented chrome hubcap.

There was a long silence. She blinked. Touched her hair. Her lips. Her chest. “Oh Jesus. I’ve got tits. Big fucking tits. And—Jesus Christ—these nails?” She looked like she wanted to scream.

Ethan swallowed. “I can fix it. Probably. Just, uh... don’t panic.”

Her expression was caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. And then she caught sight of the busted phone in the corner, reflecting her full silhouette like a mirror.

“Dios mío,” she whispered, tracing a hand down her hip. “I look like that chick from your Instagram... the one with the—wait a second. Brenda?”

Ethan’s ears burned.

“You used her picture?!” Ray snapped, lips curling. “You little perv!”

“It was just a test!” Ethan cried, shielding himself with the remote.

Ray took a deep breath. Her chest rose with it.

“I swear to god, Ethan,” she said, voice thick and heavily accented now, “when I get my hands on you—”

Ethan bolted.