When Amanda walked back into the room she remembered her earlier thought that Roxie's body sometimes turned her on, but the body she saw now made her just about melt. Would she compare Roxie to a work of art? Hardly, no human hands could sculpt so magnificent a form. To a natural wonder? No, the most majestic peaks and lush valleys of the world weren't on par with Roxie's majestic peaks and lush valleys. She thought to herself how the site of Roxie's body had turned her mind immediately to the use of poetic metaphor, which only caused her mind to respond that poetry could not capture in verse the sight before her eyes.

She wanted to be upset - Roxie had after all used the gun without her permission. She wanted to be disappointed - Roxie clearly had little respect for her as she had done so behind her back. But it took a supreme act of will to feel anything but intense lust looking upon her friend and so the best she could muster was a mild feeling of envy at her friend so completely outclassing her yet again.

Roxie looked at Amanda and drew the comparative lines - Amanda was 5'7", Roxie 6', check on the height superiority.

Amanda had sleek, sexy legs. Roxie had shapely pillars of feminine perfection - check on the leg superiority.

Amanda had curving hips to a slender waist. Roxie had spectacular man catching curves leading up to tight, jaw dropping abs - check on the lower torso superiority.

Amanda had nice, firm breasts, Roxie had wonderous, deep and perfect cleavage - check on the upper torso superiority.

At the moment she had no mirror, so she was going to have to leave a facial comparison till later, but she was quite sure that her sense of self was well served by her new look.

"Roxie, what happened?"

"I got impatient.", she responded. "And besides, I had to do this early because I'm going to need to plan out a whole new wardrobe for this body. What do you think, short and skimpy? Or tight and sexy?"

Amanda's mind cried out BOTH, but her voice said, "Whatever you think is best."