Prompt

Jenna watched, her own desire a hot coil in her gut, before she began her own transformation. She let the dark, supermodel glamour melt away. Her hair shortened into a messy, chic black bob that brushed her jawline, the color deepening to an inky void. Her skin took on a warm olive tone, and her eyes shifted to a molten amber. Her face became sharper, more fox-like, with a sly, knowing smirk permanently playing on her newly full lips. She sculpted her body into something more compact but no less devastating—small, pert breasts with large, chocolate-brown areolas, a tight, toned stomach leading to a dramatically rounded, jutting ass that begged to be gripped. She was spicy, unpredictable, a pocket-sized Venus, and she took the name *Juno*.