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This time the Name Changer decided to try something new:
For Emma Frost he wrote down two names... and waited to see what would happen....
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The next morning, Emma Frost moaned and stretched and scratched herself.
"Fuck, dat was a fuckin' weird day. Oh fuck!"
She stared down at herself in horror.
Her body was big, a lot bigger than before, with thick muscular arms and legs, a wide body with a large pot belly, and above that a pair of huge silicone-stuffed tits. She stared at herself in the mirror, with her hair dyed a fake shade of peroxide blonde,
her large nose, her thick neck. God, she looked like she was in her forties, some weird whitetrash who looked cross-between some burnt-out whore and a trucker.
This was stressing her out so much that Emma Frost -- Emma-Lou Frugg -- lit a cigar that was beside her bed. That was a little better.
"Holy shit! Who the fuck are you!"
Emma-Lou Frugg turned towards the angry high-pitched voice and saw herself, like what she looked like before, all beautiful, except at 16 and with her long platinum hair in two pigtails. And wearing cute white fluffy lingerie.
"What're you, like, doing in my room, y'old bitch?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Emma Spring -- I mean Emma Frost."
"No, I'm Emma Frost!"
Emma-Lou Frugg, the large Whitetrash Queen, stared at Emma Spring, the spoiled, bratty White Princess.
"SCOOOOOOT!" Emma Spring shrieked. "There's a horribly, fat, ugly ol' woman in my rooooooom!"
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Lashay Cage and Danni Randi, whores for hire, purred as they turned over in the bed with the light streaming in.
"Fuck, never would have believed it, but you two are one great pair o' hos."
The two whores gasped as they saw who was in bed with them.
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