A Magical Hangover

As Monday morning rolled into Monday afternoon, she awoke with the notion that something was not as it usually was. Was she meant to be doing something? Meant to be somewhere else, perhaps?

  Work!

Late, with almost half the day gone, but there was something else she couldn't quite put her lavishly manicured finger on..  

Perhaps it was because she'd fallen asleep beside the still glowing stone the night before, for the effects would have usually worn off by now and her usual reserved, yet clearer headed self would have resurfaced with the morning light.

But not today.  The spell had lingered, leaving her with a body that stretched belief and any shirt that dared squeeze over it, fine platinum hair that cascaded down her back, and long luxurious nails, all coated in layers of gloss and glamour 

After an untold amount of time spent admiring and toying with the breasts of her Bimbo alter-ego, she wondered if she should be worried about missing that boring job.

She couldn't exactly remember what it is she was supposed to do at work today anyway, or just what exactly it was she did for a living.  Must be pretty boring if she forgot it so easy, she told herself, but doubt pinched at her mind.  She was pretty sure this was Crystal speaking.  Which made sense.  She had Crystal's bouncy tits, her glistening pink nails, even her voice.

She stared into her reflection in an attempt to summon her senses,

"No.  I'm..."

She appealed to the mirror and searched for her name.  The memory of which whisped vaguely in and out of her head as she found her eyes fixed upon her own lips.
Admiring the way they flexed and pouted was distraction enough from the thought at hand as she absently reached for and applied a surplus round of lipgloss for good measure.

With a smack the lips and a giggle, she broke the silence and lazy stare and remarked in a breathy falsetto, 

"Perfect!"