Amanda hurried back to her room, anxious to transform her body into the powerful vision of female sexuality and strength she imagined Carol to be. But as she was about to start cranking the gun to even more powerful settings she hesitated.

None of the clothes she had would fit the immense size she wanted to transform herself into. She had had a hard enough time dressing "Marsha". In fact now Marsha didn't even have a shirt to wear.

Amanda was going to have go out and get new clothes first but thoughts of her empty wallet made her groan. Was there some way that she would be able to make money using the power of the gun?

A plan was forming in her mind and she grinned wickedly at her reflection as she shot herself. "Hello Marsha," she winked at her reflection and struck a double bicep pose. "Hello Amanda, it's good to be back."

Amanda quickly dressed in the miniskirt and fishnets again then snuck into her parents room in a desperate search to find something that was going to cover her massive upper body. With some creative cutting one of her dad's t-shirts would have been a tight fit but her mind was set on something more feminine. So her search was confined to her mother’s clothes.

Few of her mother’s blouses would even fit her arms and none could handle the width of her shoulders. Didn't her mother own anything that was off the shoulder? Just at the point she was ready to give up and shrink herself back down again she found a black and red lace corset in the back of her mothers "special occasions" drawer. With the corset laced as loosely as possible, and her breasts looking as though they would pop out if she even sneezed, Amanda exhibited an awe inspiring blend of raw sexuality and sheer power.

She laughed as she slipped out her window again and took off in the pursuit of money and clothes. Vaguely she thought about her brother waiting for "Carol" to show up. The douche could wait. Her parents would be home soon and she might be missed. She really couldn't bring herself to worry about that either. She liked being "Marsha," and when the time came to crank the gun up and become "Carol" she had the feeling she would like that even more. Going back to ever being Amanda didn't appeal to her very much.

These thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way towards the center of town. They entwined with thoughts of how to use her new body to make money.

She was sure she could her use strength and sex appeal to coerce and bully money from someone with ease. Or maybe she could enter some sort of contest? Anything that involved strength she was sure she could easily win, maybe even a bodybuilding event.