Mary Jane trotted into the studio. As she did, she began to change...

Her skin smoothed out, its tone changing to a light caramel colour as the needle tracks disappeared. Her hair began to darken, tightening to kinky curls and then weaving into stylish cornrows.

Her body's proportions changed with every step. Her formerly slender frame filled out as fat began to layer itself on her. Her breasts grew to a healthy DD-cup while her hips and ass blossomed, matching then exceeding the curve of her upper body. Mary Jane's stride changed with this new shape, becoming more sensuous. Her hips swung with a hypnotic cadence as she strolled throught the hallways to her audition. The features of her face became a blend of caucasian and african, with fuller lips and soft dark eyes.

She didn't notice as her threadbare cocktail dress changed, splitting across the belly. the lower half dropped around her waist and smoothed out into a skintight pair of lycra capris while the top half turned into a tube top with sequined lettering. Her coat shortened into a midriff-baring hooded jacket lined with faux fur. A baseball cap appeared on her head. Hoop earrings sprouted from her earlobes.

By the time she walked into the studio proper, she looked like a new woman: a gorgeous mulatto club rat with a body that made Kim Kardashian look like Kate Moss, frosted cornrows and a brassy attitude. There were a group of other girls milling about near the stage. She sauntered over to the signup table.

"Name?" the casting director asked.

"MJ Parker," she said confidently. "M-Jane at the club."

The director looked through a pile of headshots. He looked at the photo, then the girl. "You don't look anything like your picture. Oh well. Get in group B. You know how to dance, right?"

MJ laughed. "Sure, holmes. You don't get an ass like this and not know how to shake it."

She lined up with the other girls and some thumping ryhthms began to blare over the sound system. Her body went into automatic, writhing, bumping and grinding the other girls to the beat. Her hips and ass wriggled like a bellydancer's as she let the music take over. M-Jane was almost irritated when the music stopped.

"Great work, ladies," the casting director said. "When I call out your name, line up along the wall." He began to list off names, and M-Jane grinned when she heard hers. She strutted over. Only two other girls had made it out of about twenty. She couldn't wait to shake her ass on camera.