Crystal pushed two fingers into her sopping box squeezing with her cunt muscles as she started pumping them in and out. All the lingerie was making her jealous, she wanted something sexy to wear for Franklin when he got home. Something pretty to accentuate her curves.

She was fixated on Mary Jane's ensemble as she fucked herself with her fingers "It'd look better on me, Franklin would love it, I could be a gift wrapped slut for him..."

Her head felt warmer for some reason, the concentration was intensifying in her brain, and before she new it, the world was warping around her, the string bikini parody of her super suit was shifting and being replaced by the outfit she had been admiring, suddenly her had was under panties, not hotpants and her impossible breasts were barely contained in a b;ack bustier.

"How did that happen?" Thought Crystal pausing to take it in. "Frankie didn't do it..." she ran her hands over the material.

"Did I do this? But how?" the inhuman sat up in the bed and observed herself in a full length mirror across the room. She looked at her feet, still clad in the boots of her uniform. "High heels." she thought, intently. To her surprise, the boots morphed, becoming calf length fuck me boots with a four inch stiletto heel. She stood up, instinctively balancing perfectly and tried walking around the room.

"It's like I got a copy of Frankie's powers..." she thought, then she imagined how much fun she could have with them.