Bitch Slap (quickie)

Becky Johnson came back home from college a very different girl. Her family were shocked with how much she had changed in just a few months. She was skinnier and prettier for one thing, with sexy blonde hair and a naughty smirk on her face. She now wore short skirts and heels and she spoke like some dumb college girl with a hot twang to her whiny brat voice. She was a tease and a bitch... a horny little slut.  It was like she was a completely new girl.
Indeed since joining the Alpha-Alpha Sorority and being made their leader, the once sweet and innocent woman had become a hot and manipulative bitch who enjoyed fashion, boys and makeup.  She hadn't wanted to join at first, she definitely wasn't their usual type... but that was why they wanted her.  Putting high achieving good girls like Becky into the organisation had helped to rehabilitate their reputation to no end.
You see, the Alpha-Alpha's had, had a bit of a membership crisis... they had been hemorrhaging pledges since a hazing scandal leaked out that had gotten half of them expelled. It would have been a massive problem were it not for the magic ring traditionally worn by every leader or the sorority since the house was founded.
The sparkly pledge ring, placed on the finger of a girl, corrupted and transformed them into the ultimate bitch. Once the Alpha's had jammed it onto Becky's hand it had transformed her into the evil and slutty version of herself that had now come home. It had also gifted her the power of the bitch slap.
Now Becky only needed to slap people with her ring hand and she could transform them into slutty bitches too.  She had come home on a recruting mission... she was going to corrupt and transform all her old friends and bring them back to college with her.  Soon the Alpha-Alpha's would be the strongest sorority again!
Becky started with ex-boyfriend Brad.  Smirking hotly, she slapped him across the face with her hand, giggling as he recoilled and she felt the power surge out of her hand into him.
"Noooooo what are you doing to me?" moaned Brad as his bones cracked and he transformed into a bouncy little blonde slut.
"Shut up and become my new bestie Britney," laughed Becky as her former boyfriend was corrupted by her slap into a hot college girl too. He giggled and laughed as he changed, his hair lengthening and face turning pretty as the slap warped him according to Becky's desires.
"Oooh I feel like totally hot," giggled Britney as big tits swelled out of her chest and her clothing transformed into a pink dress. She was becoming a spoiled Diva and soon no one but Becky would ever remember the old her. Being a slutty college girl felt so much better than being a dumb boy. This was awesome.
Becky grinned at her creation.  This was fun. All she had to do was slap the shit out of all her old friends and they would become horny bad bitches just like her. 
The Alpha-Alpha's would be the best sorority again, now Becky just had a lot of slapping to do...

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