A Friend in Deed

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“Are you kidding me?”

Marcus looked down into Janet’s beautiful green eyes. The pain in them hurt him. This was the last thing he wanted to do to her. She had recently been outed as a lesbian and all of her so called friends turned on her. Marcus was the only one who stood by her. “I’m not joking,” he said.

She held up a heart shaped locked made of silver. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that this will do what you just said?”

“Have I ever lied to you,” Marcus asked. “I know you don’t believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me. But I’m telling you the truth. You put that locked on me, and I’ll turn into the girl of your dreams.”

Janet turned and started pacing. “Marcus,” she began. “Magic isn’t real. There’s no way this locket will do what you said.”

“Magic is real,” the teen insisted. “Unfortunately, the only way to prove it is to show somebody real magic. And I can’t prove it until you put that locket on me.”

Janet paced for a few moments. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that I believe you. I put this locket on you and I get my dream girl. What do you get out of it?”

Marcus gave his friend a small smile. “I get to see you happy. Even if it’s only for one night. You deserve this. You’ve been a good and reliable friend. You do not need all the shit you’ve gotten recently.”

Janet studied Marcus with narrowed eyes. “And going out on a date with me has nothing to do with it?”

Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d rather go out with you with me as a boy. But, you don’t do boys. I don’t like it, but I can understand it. Sorta.”

“I knew it,” Janet said as she pointed at her friend. “You just want to go out with me.”

“Who’d blame me? You are a sexy woman. Only a fool wouldn’t want to go out with you.”

Janet blushed at Marcus’ reply. She knew he was attracted to her. He had asked her out before she was revealed as a lesbian. Of course, she turned him down, but she was polite about it and he didn’t react badly. Only disappointed. “Marcus,” she growled.

“What?” He replied. “I’m being honest. Besides, I think this is the only way you will try the locket.”

Janet looked at the locked in her hand. If what Marcus said was really true, she’d have a date for the dance tonight. If it wasn’t. . . If it wasn’t, she wouldn’t have lost anything. Then there was the fact that Marcus had never lied to her. Oh sure, he’s kept secrets. What person doesn’t have secrets. But he has never lied to her. Whenever he didn’t want to tell her something, he told her that. Sometimes, he even told her why he didn’t want to tell her.

“Marcus,” she sighed. “I can’t do this.”

Marcus blinked. “Don’t you believe me?”

“I do. That’s why I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

Janet took a deep “There are things you don’t know about me,” she said. “Things that you may not like.”

“What,” scoffed Marcus. “You think that the fact that you like short girls will scare me?”

Janet blinked. “You know I like short girls?”

“Of course,” Marcus answered. “For the people who know you, you’re not exactly discreet. I’ve seen you watch the shorter girls whenever you thought you could get away with it.”

Janet blushed and looked away from her friend. “Was it that obvious,” she asked.

“Like I said, only to those who knew you.” Marcus thought for a moment. “Your mother probably knows. If she does, she’s most likely waiting for you to tell her.”

Janet had to agree with that. Her mother was a very perceptive and accepting woman. As long as she wasn’t doing anything to hurt herself or anybody, she would wait until she, Janet, brought it up. Which made her think about how long her mother knew she was a lesbian. And why didn’t she say anything to her about it.

“So,” Marcus began. Startling Janet out of her thoughts. “Are you going to put it on me?”

“Marcus,” Janet said, suddenly nervous. “I don’t think you want me to do that.”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have gotten this from my mom if I didn’t.”

“Your mom!”

“You think I could just get something like this off the streets? This is like a family heirloom.”

“All the more reason for us not to use it.”

“Janet. I want to give you one night of fun.”

Janet gave a nervous grin. “Really, Marcus. There’s things you don’t know. Things you need to know.”

“The only thing I need to know, is that you need a night of fun,” Marcus replied. “You don’t smile much since, you know. You don’t laugh anymore, either. You need this. Really. And I want to give it to you.”

“Marcus,” Janet said sadly. “As much as you know about me, you don’t know everything. The things you don’t know could hurt you.”

Marcus gave Janet a slow smile. “I may not know everything about you, but I seriously doubt it would hurt me. So, please, put the locket on me.”

Janet slowly raised the locket. “Marcus, I think you’re making a big mistake.”

“I don’t think so. You’re my friend and I trust you.”

“That makes one of us,” muttered Janet. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll do it. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you if something you don’t like happens.”

Marcus smiled. He bent his head forward to allow Janet to put the locket on his head. “Don’t worry. You’ll put the locket on me, I’ll turn into a girl. Then we go to the dance, have a good time and make those bitches jealous, then come home. Simple.”

Janet just sighed and shook her head. She didn’t really believe the locket would do what Marcus said, but she went along with it anyway. He always could make her smile and laugh. Even when she didn’t want to. She closed her eyes and place the locket around Marcus’s neck.

Marcus felt the locket go around his neck. At that instant, he felt a shock go through his body. He closed his eyes as he felt his body twist and change. He swayed on his feet as his body lost height. He felt his waist narrow and his hips widen. Hair fell down his back in soft waves. He grimaced slightly as his face rearranged itself to a more feminine shape.

Altogether, the changes were not unpleasant. Especially when his penis turned into her vagina. He, now she, was definitely glad when the changes stopped. She knew she’d have to go through the changes again, in reverse, but that was later. She took a deep breath. She frowned at the way hanging from her chest. It was more that she was expecting.

“Well,” she said looking up into Janet’s eyes. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Janet breathed.

Marcus waited a moment. When Janet didn’t say anything else, she got suspicious. Her suspicions increased when she noticed Janet wasn’t staring at her face. Her gaze was lower. “Janet,” she growled. “Those are not my eyes. Why are you even staring anyway? You have a pair of your own.”

“Mine are not as big as yours,” replied Janet. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I’m feeling flat all of a sudden.”

Marcus blinked. At a C-cup, Janet was not small. She should not be feeling flat. Then she remembered the weight she felt earlier. It was still there. But now she was more aware of it. Slowly, she turned her eyes to look. Hoping that it wasn’t that bad.

It was worse.

Marcus saw her breasts well before she thought she should. She couldn’t see her feet. She couldn’t see Janet’s feet. Janet wasn’t standing that close to her. Huge wasn’t the word for her breasts. Each was bigger than her head. She could feel them pressing against her from her armpits to the top of her stomach. They were wide enough that they could be seen from behind. Yet, despite their size, they still projected almost a foot from her body. She didn’t understand how she was still standing.

“Janet,” screamed Marcus. “What the hell is this?”

Janet gave a nervous grin. “Um. I told you there was things you didn’t know.”

Marcus glared at Janet. “Are you really a girl?”

Janet glared back. “Yes! I’m a girl. I just like short girls with really huge boobs.”

Marcus looked back down at her breasts. Her hands hefted their weight. “Mom’s going to love this,” she finally said. “She wanted to take me shopping for a dress for our date tonight.”

Janet stared at Marcus’ breasts. “Good luck finding a dress that fits.”

After a few moments of waiting, Marcus realized Janet wasn’t going to say anything else. “I know I’m short,” Marcus finally said. “But my eyes are not down there.”

Janet snapped her eyes back to Marcus’ face. “Sorry, “she said with a slight blush. “It’s just. . . They’re so big!”

Marcus looked down at her breasts. “You don’t have to tell me,” she sighed. “But what really gets me, is that I had to tell a girl that my eyes are up here.”

Janet’s blush darkened. “I can’t believe I was staring like a boy.”

“I think anybody would stare,” Marcus said as she shifted her shoulders. “These things are heavy. I can’t believe they’re real. Real girls just don’t get this big.”

“Not normally,” Janet said.

“I don’t mean those fake girls you find on the internet,” Marcus said with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t know how you even get on those sites. Don’t you need a credit card to pay for them?”

“My brother,” answered Janet. “And I don’t mean those girls. I mean real women. “

Marcus opened her mouth.

“Women who don’t have implants.”

Marcus closed her mouth.

“Are you sure those women are real.”

“Yes,” nodded Janet. “If you dig long enough, you can find evidence for or against them. The only thing they had in common was their condition. It was called breast hypertrophy.”

Marcus tilted her head in thought. “You’re making that up.”

“No, it’s true,” insisted Janet. “You can Google it yourself, . . . Um. What do I call you now that you’re a girl? I mean, Marcus is a boy’s name.”

“Mom was going to name me Nicole, if I had been born a girl,” Marcus answered. “I guess you could use that name.”

“Nicole, huh? I like it. For now, on, your name is Nicole. As long as you’re a girl that is.”

“Fine,” the newly christened Nicole said. “Now that that’s over, I need to get home.”

“But you just got here! Why do you have to leave already?”

“Because I need to get ready for the dance” Nicole patiently answered. “For some reason, Mom is convinced I can’t get ready in less than four hours.”

Janet looked at the clock and her eyes widened. “Is that the time,” she shouted. She turned back to Nicole. “You need to hurry,” she said. “If we’re lucky, your mom has already made an appointment to have your hair done at the salon.”

“What,” yelped Nicole.

“Hey,” snapped Janet. “I may not be all girly-girl, but I do like to be pampered every now and then.” She sighed. “But I’m not sure you’ll have to the time to get everything done. You really should have done this earlier today.”

“How was I supposed to know girls take a long time to get ready?”

Janet blinked. “You know, that comment doesn’t make any sense now.” She shook her head. “But that doesn’t matter right now. We need to get you back to your home. You need to start getting ready.”

“Fine already,” Nicole moaned. “I’ll go home.” She started patting her pockets. “Um, where are my keys?”

“Probably in your purse,” smirked Janet.

“Purse? What purse.”

Janet pointed. “That one.”

Nicole turned to look to where Janet was pointing, but she turned too fast. Her gigantic breasts kept moving when she stopped turning. Their momentum caused her to spin around and crash into Janet.

“Easy there,” Janet said as she caught the smaller girl. “You are a very top-heavy girl. You can’t just spin around like that.”

“And who’s fault is that,” grumbled Nicole as she regained her balance. “I know it isn’t mine. I wouldn’t have chosen such ridiculous boobs.”

Janet blushed. “Dreams aren’t always practical,” she admitted. “And they’re not always something you can achieve. Sometimes, they’re just something to motivate you to do better.”

“That’s nice. Who told you that?”

“My mom,” Janet answered. “She told me when I asked her about lesbianism.” She sighed. “I was so afraid she would figure out I was talking about myself. I’m still not sure why she told me that. But, from what you said, she probably already knew I was a lesbian.”

“Well, she is a bit strange.”

“True. And you’re stalling.” Janet pointed. “Get your purse and let’s go. We really don’t have the time to waste. Or, do you not want to go to that dance with me?”

Nicole squared her shoulders. “I said I’d go with you,” she said.

Janet started grinning.

Nicole stared at the taller girl for a moment. “What are you grinning at,” she finally asked.

“You really shouldn’t square your shoulders like that,” she pointed out. “It really makes your boobs stand out. Not that they need that. They stand out enough on their own.”

Nicole blushed and hunched her shoulders. “Janet,” she moaned. “That’s embarrassing.”

Janet sighed. “You’ll have to get used to the stares,” she said. “With as big as you are. Sorry about that. I just wished I knew why you turned out like this. I mean, I know I like really big boobs, but your size is impractical for everyday life. If this was just for sex, then I could understand the size.”

“Wait,” Nicole said. “You don’t fantasize about women with boobs this big?”

“I do,” Janet answered. “But only for sex fantasies. Those are way too big for everyday living.”

“Wait,” the extremely endowed girl began. “If you only fantasize about girls with boobs this big, why am I this big? I should only be what you consider large and sexy.”

“Who says I don’t find them sexy?”

Nicole glared.

Janet backed up a step. “You sure you weren’t born a girl? You definitely have the death glare.”

Nicole glared harder.

“Alright, already,” Janet said. “I have a tit fetish, okay! Are you happy now?”

“I’d be happier if I knew why my boobs are so big,” Nicole answered.

“I don’t’ know. I do know that I like them big.” She looked at Nicole’s breasts. “Maybe not quite that that big. But big. I mean, your size is impractical for regular living. They’d get in the way of anything you try to do.”

Nicole eyes narrowed. “You’ve thought a lot about this, haven’t you?”

“What?” Janet asked defensively. “I have fantasies, you know. I’ll bet your fantasy girls had giant tits too.”

“Don’t you try to change the subject,” Nicole demanded as a light blush covered her cheeks. “We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you.” She went to cross her arms over her chest. But, she couldn’t find a comfortable position and ended up putting her hands on her hips.

Janet couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

“I’m happy to amuse you,” growled Nicole. Unfortunately, her growl wasn’t as fearsome as she wanted it to be.

Look, this is getting us nowhere,” Janet said. “Let’s just get you home so you can start getting ready for the dance tonight. Okay?”

Nicole sighed. Janet was right. She really needed to go and get ready. She turned to her purse. Slowly this time. She didn’t want a repeat of the last time. She, then slowly knelt and reached for her purse. “Um,” she blushed. “Can you tell me where my purse is? I can’t find it.”

“M-move y-your hand a l-little to the r-right,” stuttered Janet.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” Janet managed to say. “Why would I do that?” She couldn’t stop the snort as she finished speaking.

“You are laughing at me,” huffed Nicole. “Why are you doing that?”

“I’m sorry,” giggled Janet. “It’s not every day you see a girl with boobs so big she can’t see what’s in front of her.”

“At least you could hand me the purse.”

Giggling, Janet walked to the purse and picked it up. “Do you want some help standing,” she asked her friend. “I’m not sure you can get back up with all that weight.”

“No, thank you,” Nicole said. “I can stand up fine on my own.” Nicole went to stand up, only to find that the weight of her breasts wouldn’t let her. She tried leaning forward, but quickly stopped as she felt herself tipping over. She tried using her arms to keep them close to her body, but that didn’t work either. Finally, she looked around for something she could use to help her stand. The only thing close was Janet. She had her hand out and a huge smile on her face.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help,” she giggled.

Grumbling, Nicole took her friend’s hand. Even with help, Nicole had a tough time getting to her feet. “Don’t even think about it,” she growled at Nicole. “Just give me my purse so I can go home.”

Even though she tried, Janet couldn’t keep from grinning as she handed her temporary girlfriend her purse. “So, what time should I expect you?” Janet asked as Nicole rooted through her purse.

“I don’t know,” Nicole answered. “I’ve never done this before. Um, I guess 8. That’s not too late, is it?”

“No, that’s not too late,” Janet answers. “You should be finished getting ready by then.” She watched Nicole root through her purse for a moment. “What are you looking for?”

“My car keys,” the busty girl said without looking up. “For some reason, I can’t find them.”

Janet studied the shorter girl for a moment. “You may not have car keys,” she finally said.”

Nicole froze. “What?” she asked. “I have to have car keys. I drove here didn’t I?”

“Not exactly,” Janet said with a wince. “I mean, I don’t know much about magic, but with as short as you are, and as big as your breasts are, you may not have been able to drive here.”

“What?”

“Couldn’t the magic decided that since you’re both so short and so big, that you can’t fit behind a steering wheel,” Janet asked. “I mean, your boobs are bigger than you head! Only porn stars have boobs that big. And they’ve got implants!”

Nicole glared at her friend. “And who’s fault is that,” she demanded. “I know I didn’t ask for these.”

Janet blushed. “You know I like big boobs,” she said. “Even bigger than this, if you want to get picky. But those are just fantasies. I would never want a woman to be this big in real life. For one thing, those have got to be really heavy. And, they’d be a bitch to work around.”

Nicole glared at her friend for a moment before reluctantly agreeing with her. “So, what about me not driving here? You know how hard I worked on getting that car.”

Janet nodded. Marcus had practically built that car. Marcus’ father had salvaged a 1975 Ford Mustang and he and Marcus had worked on it for 2 years. Marcus didn’t expect anything but to spend some time with his dad. The fact that he got the car for his 16th birthday came as a complete surprise.

“Maybe you’ll get your car back after you take of the locket,” Janet said with a wince.

“I am not taking off this locket until after we get back form the dance,” Nicole said flatly. “But you may have a point about my car. I’ll ask my mom when I get home. I’ll call home and see if somebody can come and get me.”

“No,” Janet said. “I’ll take you home. It’s the least I can do. Especially since you’re doing all this for me.”

Nicole looked into her cleavage and sighed. She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down her spine at the feeling of her breath against her breasts. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s go. I just hope Tammy doesn’t laugh herself to death when she sees me.”

“She’d better not,” growled Janet. “And if she did, I’d remind her that your boobs are bigger than hers.”

“Just what I always wanted,” Nicole said as she rolled her eyes. “Boobs bigger than my sister’s. Come on. I’ve get a date to get ready for. It may be the only time I get you out on a date.”

Once in Janet’s car, Nicole took a few moments to get the seatbelt settled. “Damn seatbelt’s,” she grumbled as she finally snapped it closed.

“All women have that problem,” Janet remarked. “Some just find it more annoying than others.” Nicole huffed and turned to look out the window. Janet just shook her head as she buckled herself in and started the car. “You may want to watch the jiggle as well. As big as you are, I don’t think you’ll enjoy it.”

“And just how am I going to do that?”

“Hold them,” Janet said. “You can either put your arms on top and press them down. Or, you can hold them from the bottom. Personally, I’d like you to hold them from the bottom. But, I’d probably get distracted and crash.”

“What!”

Janet grinned. “Holding them from the bottom will only stop them from jiggling around. And, with your size, that really won’t stop them from jiggling.”

Nicole glared a Janet for a moment before putting her arms on top of her breasts. She then turned to stare out the window. “Just get me home.”

“Remember,” Janet said. “This was your idea. I didn’t ask you to do this. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this even if I knew you could have done this earlier.”

Nicole sighed. “I know,” she said. “It’s just my boobs are so fucking big! I know you like big boobs. I like big boobs. I just wish I knew why I’m so big.”

“Ask your mom,” Janet said. “You did say you got the pendant from her, right? Maybe she knows why you’re so big. I mean, it can’t be just because I like them big. I would have been perfectly happy if you were only a D-cup.”

Nicole looked down at her chest. “I don’t know,” she said. “D-cups look awfully small now.”

Janet couldn’t help herself. She snorted. “Porn stars look flat next to you,” she said. “And I don’t mean the girl-next-door types, either. I’m talking about the ones with the big implants. They wish they were as big as you.”

“Why now,” Janet asked after a few moments of listening to the radio.

“Huh,” Nicole asked. “’Why now’ what?

“Why did you show me you and your family can do magic now?”

“Oh, that.” Nicole sighed. “You’ve seen the news about the ‘snake girl?’”

“Oh yeah,” nodded Janet. “She’s been on the news for a couple of months now. Wait! You mean she’s real! She’s not some sort of elaborate hoax?”

“She’s real,” Nicole said. “She’s the reason why Mom okayed me telling you about the pendant. Magic is coming back into the world. That ‘snake girl’ is the emissary of the gods.”

Janet couldn’t stop her head from turning and staring at her buxom friend. What she just said was too incredible. It couldn’t be real.

“Eyes front,” snapped Nicole.

Janet snapped her head back around. She saw that she was fast approaching the rear of another car. She slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a stop. Both girls sat there, panting.

After a moment, Janet caught her breath and pulled over. “Now,” she said once she put the car in park. “When you say ‘gods,’ whose gods are you talking about?”

“All of them,” Nicole said. “Yes, that does include the Judeo-Christian god as well.”

“Why do you think there hasn’t been any miracles for the past few hundred years,” Nicole quietly asked when Janet didn’t say anything. “From what Mom has told me, magic left the world thousands of years ago. The gods fought over what little was left. One god one, and you know which one. That one, banned all magic users. Saying they were either evil, or worshipped evil. He even tried to kill all magical creatures. The only ones that survived were the ones that went into hiding, or submitted to him.”

“But why do all that?”

“Magic had left the world,” Nicole said. “No more was coming in. The magic users and magical creatures used magic. Leaving less for the god. And, without magic, even the gods can’t stay in the world.”

Nicole studied her friend for a moment. “I can understand if you don’t want to go to the dance with me,” she said. “It’s not easy having your world view shaken.”

Janet shook herself. “No,” she said as she put the care back into gear. “We’re going to that dance. And I’m going to rub those stuck up bitches’ faces in your cleavage. And their bastard dates too. Tell me I should die because I’m a lesbian. Fuck them and their god.”

After pulling back in to traffic, Janet gave Nicole a side long look. “Does your religion accept new people?”

“You don’t even know what my religion is,” protested Nicole.

“Does it have anything against lesbians?” Nicole shook her head. “Then it’s okay with me. Too many so-called upstanding Christians hate homosexuals. They tell everybody we’re sexual deviants. Ha! All the rapist I’ve heard about were all straight. Bet they don’t spread that fact around.”

“Okay,” Nicole said. “Calm down. I want to get home in one piece, you know. Besides, our high priest has told us that their god will be having a few words with his followers when he gets back. Apparently, he’s not happy with how his words have been twisted.”

Janet’s eyes widened. Then a wicked grin appeared on her face. She could just see how her friends would react when they heard this. “Any word on when that will happen,” she asked.

“The emissary hasn’t said,” answered the busty girl. “She says that the magic has just now started returning to the world. It needs to build up before any other magical being or creature can return. Mom hopes she doesn’t give a time frame. If people believe their god will return at any moment, they’ll clean up their act all the sooner.”

Janet nodded. “I can see that. Now, about your religion. I’m serious about joining. If not yours, then another. I’m tired of people telling me I’m going to hell because I’m a lesbian.”

Janet gave a mental groan. She hadn’t meant to say that. She didn’t want to burden her friend with that particular problem. Sure, Nicole knew she was having problems. But she didn’t need to know that people were telling her she was going to hell. Now, here she was, trying to come up with another subject to talk about. “So,” Janet suddenly said. “When you said the snake-girl was the emissary to the gods, what did you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said,” answered Nicole. “She’s the emissary to the gods.”

“Whose gods?”

"From what my mom said,” Nicole answered. “All of them.”

Janet blinked. She opened and closed her mouth several times. “How does that even work,” she finally asked. “Aren’t most gods insisting that they’re the only god?”

“Most religions,” Nicole stressed, “insist that they are the only true religion. A lot of religions have multiple gods, you know.”

Janet pressed. “But they still insist that they’re the only one, right.”

Nicole nodded then grimaced as a bump caused much jiggling in her abundance. “How to girls deal with this?”

Janet grinned then answered. “Most do not have that much. Most strippers don’t have that much. Girl you are a fantasy come true.”

“I wish your dream had smaller breasts,” grumbled the busty girl.” Janet just laughed.

“So,” Janet said after a moment. “What else do you know about that snake-girl? And what do you actually call her?”

“Her name is Rebecca. Or, were you asking what she is?”

“What she is. I’ve heard some arguments about that.”

“We’re not sure,” Nicole answered. “She has features of both a Naga and a Lamia. But neither has four arms or her coloration. So, we do not know what, exactly she is.”

“What does she say?”

“Nothing,” Nicole answered. “She says it doesn’t matter. She’s here and she has a job to do. Personally, I think either she, or the gods, have a twisted since of humor.”

Janet asked, “What if she’s something new? If she’s some new kind of monster, she may not have a name.”

Nicole tilter her head to the side. “I hadn’t thought of that,” she said. “Let’s talk about something else. I get enough talk about magic at home. With Mom and my sister going on about all the possible changes.”

“How about your dress,” Janet asked after a moment’s thought.

Nicole’s heart sank. She realized she may have made a mistake asking Janet to change the subject.

* * *

Nicole had never been so happy to get home. The questions Janet asked her about the dress were exhausting. She didn’t know much about dresses. And she didn’t want to learn. But the questions kept coming. When she wasn’t being asked about dresses, it was shoes. Or jewelry. It was a good thing she liked Janet, or these questions would have had her cancel the date.

She did have a little trouble opening the door as her right breast was pressing against it. When it did open, she had to catch herself as her breast tried to pull her out of the car. She blushed as she heard Janet giggle. By the time she got herself out and stable, Janet was already at the door to her house. “I thought you were going to wait on me,” she said.

“I’m avoiding temptation,” Janet answered back. “I think I’ll have enough of that tonight. And I don’t want to anger your mom. Magic is real, and you proved that it can transform people. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow sitting on a lily pad.”

“My mom would not do that,” exclaimed Nicole. “I doubt she’d turn you into anything.”

Janet gave Nicole a look. “She let you have a necklace that turned you into this, didn’t she?”

“Because I was doing this for you,” Nicole shot back. “Mom wouldn’t have let me use this otherwise.”

Janet blushed. “And I appreciate it. But I didn’t ask you to do this.”

“Yeah well,” an embarrassed Nicole said. “Enough with the mushy stuff, we do have a dance to get ready for.” They both started walking toward the house.

“Keep your eyes front,” Nicole said when Janet stumbled. “You’re not walking over a nice and level floor.”

“Your jiggling breasts are distracting me,” Janet replied. “I can’t help but look at them.”

“Janet,” Nicole sighed. “When I was a boy, I didn’t stare as much as you are. I didn’t want to be labeled a pervert.”

“As far as most people are concerned,” Janet sourly answered. “I’m already a pervert. So why hide it?”

Nicole didn’t know what to say. Luckily, they arrived at her front door, so she didn’t have to think of something. She reached for the doorknob. Before she could open it, the door was jerked open from the other side.

“Marcus,” exclaimed the woman standing in the open door. “Is that. . . you?”

Nicole stared at the woman. With a sinking heart, she realized that she had to look up to see the woman’s eyes. Standing at 5-foot-6, she had long curly black hair, hazel eyes, and a ready smile. All this fit in an oval face with high cheek bones. She had a slender figure that showed nicely in the pullover shirt and jeans she was wearing.

“Mom,” Nicole said. “I think you have some explaining to do.

Eyes wide, Mrs. Kimby looked her new daughter over. “What happened to you? Your boobs are huge!”

“Ask the boob crazy girl,” Nicole answered. “Oh. My name is Nicole while I’m a girl.”

“I’m not boob crazy,” Janet protested as Mrs. Kimby looked at her.

Nicole and her mother looked at each other. Then they both looked at her breasts. They turned to look at Janet who blushed. “Okay. Maybe I’m a little obsessed,” she admitted.

“Why don’t we sit down,” Mrs. Kimby suggested. “Then we can get to the bottom of this.” The three females walked to the living room. Nicole and Janet sat on the sofa while Mrs. Kimby took the love seat.

“Now,” Mrs. Kimby said once they were settled. “Janet, you did put the locket on Nicole, right?” Janet nodded. “Then she turned into this?” Janet nodded again. “Hmmm.” Mrs. Kimby rubbed her chin.

“Mom,” Nicole said as she pulled the locket out of her cleavage. “Are you sure this thing is working right?”

“Dear,” Mrs. Kimby answered. “This locket has been in our family for thousands of years. Not once has it failed to deliver. Yes, sometimes the wearer was surprised at what body they got, but it still was the dream lover of their chosen one.”

“So why the giant boobs,” asked Nicole. “Janet admitted to liking large ones on short girls. But this is a too much.”

“Um, why don’t she take it off and let me try again,” Janet asked. “And why didn’t Nicole do that in the first place?”

“Because then she wouldn’t be able to use the locket for a week,” answered Mrs. Kimby. “That’s a failsafe that’s built into the locket. Too many transformations in a short period of time can cause serious problems. The more drastic the change, the faster the problems develop.”

“Don’t worry, Janet,” Nicole said. “This wasn’t that drastic a change. Despite the giant boobs. But that failsafe does prevent the chance of problems from happening.”

Mrs. Kimby stood up. “Nicole,” she said. “Let me see the locket.”

Nicole held the locket out for her mother to see. The older woman bent over to examine it. After a moment, Nicole cleared her throat with a light blush. “Mom. That’s my cleavage you’re studying.”

Her mother blushed. “I know, Dear. They’re just so big!”

“I know, right,” exclaimed Janet. “Your eyes just can’t help but to be pulled toward them.”

“Hush you,” Nicole said to Janet. Nicole wondered why she felt a warm tingle at Janet’s words.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Kimby said. “I know what went wrong.”

“Well what,” Nicole demanded when her mother didn’t say anything for a long moment.

“You got the wrong locket,” the older woman answered. Her face was rapidly turning red.

“Okay,” Nicole said as she eyed her mother’s red face. “If I didn’t get the dream lover locket, what locket did I get, then?”

Mrs. Kimby backed away with a cough. “Well,” she said. “You got the fantasy lover locket. Which explains the giant boobs you’re sporting.”

The two teens stared at the older woman. Neither could believe what they had just heard. If, for different reasons. While excited to see her fantasy in the flesh, Janet did not want to inflict such extremely large breasts on anybody. She couldn’t imagine carrying around those weights for any length of time. Her C-cups were bad enough.

Nicole wasn’t happy to know that her current body was Janet’s fantasy lover. It was bad enough knowing that she was going to become her dream date. Now, she knew more about Janet than she was comfortable with. Certain fantasies people just kept to themselves. If for no other reason than they’d be embarrassed. She was surprised that Janet had only stared at her. Nicole knew she would be hard pressed not to do more if her fantasy lover was standing in front of her.

“So, um, what are we going to do,” Nicole managed to ask.

“Do you still want to go to that dance with Janet?”

Nicole looked at Janet. The girl in question had turned her head away from them. Nicole bit her lip then sighed. “Yes,” she firmly said. “I said I’d go with her if she put the locket on me. And she did. I can’t complain about the body. She did try to warn me.”

Mrs. Kimby nodded. “Alright then. You need to go and start getting ready. Your sister should have the bath ready for you. You need to go and get ready too, Janet. But, before you go, I’d like a few words with you.”

With a look toward Janet, Nicole got up and started walking to her bathroom. Once there, she found her sister, Julie, there. Julie was 5-foot-7-inches tall. Her slim figure was encased in a T-shirt and jeans. Her long, brown hair hung to her mid-back in a loose braid. She was just finishing putting out some bath items. The tub was full of steaming water. “Hey, Julie,” Nicole called as she entered the bathroom.

Nicole startled and spun around. Once she saw Nicole, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in surprise. Nicole could tell that the taller girl hadn’t expected her. “Marcus. Is that you?”

Nicole sighed. “Yes, it’s me, Julie. My name is Nicole right now.”

“Okay,” Julie said as she stared at Nicole’s breasts. “But what happened to you? I thought you said you were going to let Janet put the locket on you.”

“I did,” Nicole answered as she shut the bathroom door. “She’s a lesbian, remember?”

Julie stared at her sister’s body. “Are you sure she’s a girl,” she asked. “You look like some horny boy’s wet dream.”

Nicole blushed hotly. “Yes. I’m sure,” she said. “She just likes short girls with big boobs.”

“More that big, I’d say,” Julie remarked as she turned back to the bathtub. “Those things are ginormous.”

“Hey! They’re attached to me, you know.”

“Either way,” Julie continued as if Nicole hadn’t said anything. “You need to get started. It takes a girl longer to get ready for a dance than a boy. So, strip.”

Nicole stared at her sister’s back. “You got to be kidding me,” she finally said.

“No, I’m not,” Julie said as she turned to face her younger sister. “You need to take a bath before you put on your dress.”

“But you’re in here with me!”

“So, what? We’re all girls here.” Julie eyed Nicole for a moment. “Unless there’s something in those pants that you haven’t told anybody.”

Nicole blushed. “Nope,” she said. “I’m all girl here.”

“Then what is the problem,” Julie asked.

“I’m not used to anybody being in here with me when I take a bath,” Nicole said. “It’s weird.”

Julie gave an exasperated sigh. “Look, girls do this a lot. I mean sure, we like our privacy, but we don’t really say much when another girl is in the room with us.” Nicole didn’t look convinced. “Think about this way. It’s just like a locker room. Only there’s just the two of us right now.”

“I don’t know,” an unsure Nicole said. “It still feels weird.”

“What about Janet,” Julie suddenly asked. “How can you go to the dance with her if you don’t take a bath? Don’t you think she’d be upset?”

Almost without thinking, Nicole started to take off her clothes. It wasn’t long before she was down to her bra and panties. She moved to take off her bra when she realized her sister was staring. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“That’s all you, isn’t it,” Julie said.

Nicole looked down at her breasts. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Your boobs,” Julie said. “They’re real. You don’t have any implants.”

“Of course, they’re real,” Nicole said. “Why wouldn’t they be? Why would you even ask that?”

“Because you’re bigger than any woman I’ve heard of,” Julie nearly shouted. “Even the ones who get the giant implants aren’t as big as you! Your boobs are close to twice the size of your head.”

“They’re really that big,” Nicole asked as she stared at her breasts. “I knew they were bigger than my head, but not that big.” She blinked. “Wait. There are some women who actually want boobs this big?” She hefted her chest.

“Yes!”

“Seriously?” Nicole shook her head. “I don’t believe it. And, even if it was true, how would you know about it?”

“Internet,” Julie stated. “You only have to do a search to find these women. There are some sites that has them listed with links to their own websites.”

“If you’re so knowledgeable,” challenged Nicole. “Name two of them.”

Julie stared at her younger sister. She was so much like the brother she used to be. “Okay,” she said. “An adult model name Beshine and a retired porn star turned adult model name Chelsea Charms are the closest to you in size. Beshine has 10k cc implants last I heard. I don’t know what Chelsea has, but I do know that they’re always swelling. Both women have their own websites.”

Nicole opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. Silently, she proceeded to take off her bra and panties. She tried to use one hand to steady her breasts when she went to get into the tub. But she quickly discovered that one hand wasn’t enough for breasts her size. One arm wasn’t enough either. She had to use both her arms. That left her a little unsteady when she tried to step into the tub.

“Need a hand,” Julie asked.

“Just this once,” Nicole answered. She gasped when Julie’s hand brushed her breasts. “Watch the hands.”

“It would be easier if your boobs weren’t so big,” Julie said. “But they are soft.” She squeezed the breast her hand was on. “And surprisingly firm.”

“Julie!”

“What?” She looked at Nicole’s angry face. “You better get used to it. Girls will get into your personal space. Especially if they think you’re stuffing and they don’t like you. I figure that a lot of the girls at the dance will have an eye on you. Most won’t believe your boobs are real.”

“Implants?”

“Prosthetics,” corrected Julie. “Remember, your size isn’t natural. Even if you are. Now, get to bathing. We have less than 4 hours to get you ready.”

* *

In her driveway, Janet sat in her car. She was thinking about what Mrs. Kimby had told her. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. But she had to. With what she had learned, she wanted to call the date off. But that would hurt Marcus. She did not want to make his sacrifice meaningless. She’d just have to keep an eye on Nicole. She had to make sure none of the signs she had been warned about showed up.

“Do you think Janet will like my breasts,” Nicole asked her older sister. “I know she likes big boobs. Are mine big enough?”

Julie blinked. That was not a question she was expecting. Nicole’s breasts were humongous. Easily as large as her new sister’s head. If not bigger. If that Janet girl did not like the size of Nicole’s breasts, Julie would have something to say about that. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Hopefully, Janet didn’t want them bigger.

“I think they’re big enough,” Julie finally answered. “She’s sure to like them.”

“Do you really mean it,” Nicole asked, eyes big and hopeful.

Julie looked into her sister’s eyes and froze. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t even been a girl for a day, and Nicole already had the big puppy dog eyes down cold. She swallowed and open her mouth.

“Did she really mean what,” came from the bathroom door.

Both girls turned to see their mother standing in the door. “Hi Mom,” Nicole greeted her mother. “I was just asking Julie if Janet will like my breasts. I know she likes big ones. I hope mine are big enough as I can’t go bigger right now.”

“I’m sure she’ll love them,” Mrs. Kimby assured her youngest. “She has already seen them, you know. If she didn’t like them, she would have said something.”

Nicole nodded. “That’s true,” she said. “Do you think she’ll like them if they were larger? She does like big ones.”

Mrs. Kimby studied her daughter for a moment. “Dear,” she said. “You can’t make them larger now. You’ll have to take off the locket, wait a week, then have Janet put it back on. If you do that, you’ll miss the dance tonight.”

Nicole perked up. “Yeah. I do not want to miss the dance tonight. I need to hurry up and get ready.”

“You do that,” Mrs. Kimby said. “I need to talk to your sister for a moment. We’ll be right back.” She motioned Julie outside.

Once outside the bathroom, Julie turned to her mother. “What’s going on with Nicole,” she asked. “She’s starting to creep me out.”

“It’s the locket,” Mrs. Kimby said with a sigh. “She’s losing herself to it. I did not think it would happen this fast.”

“Losing herself?”

“When the locket is placed on a person, it changes that person into the fantasy lover of the one who put it on,” Lorie’s mother explained. Lorie nodded. “Well, when the wearer loves the other more than the other loves them, the spell can change their mind. Their mind changes to what the other desires.”

“Are you saying that Janet doesn’t love Nicole,” Julie demanded.

“Oh, I believe she loves her,” Mrs. Kimby said. “Just not as a lover. But more like a friend or a sister.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“Since Nicole loves her, yes.” Mrs. Kimby sighed. “The only way to stop this, is to take off the locket. But I don’t think Nicole would let us. Also, Marcus wouldn’t like being brought back before the dance.”

“What about Janet,” Julie asked. “Will she take advantage of Nicole?”

“I doubt it,” Mrs. Kimby said. “I had a talk with her before she left. She knows that this is possible. Hopefully she’ll notice that Nicole isn’t behaving like herself. If she does, she can keep Nicole from doing anything they’ll both regret.” Both women fell silent.

“Well,” Mrs. Kimby said after a moment. “You go and help your sister finish bathing and I’ll make sure her dress is ready. Hopefully we’ll get through this night with only good memories.”

Mrs. Kimby walked away. Thoughts of her youngest child ran through her head. Would Marcus, now Nicole, regret what he’s done when he changes back? Would he be disappointed? Or, would he learn something new and wonderful about himself? She hoped it would be the latter.

Back in the bathroom, Julie approached her sister. “Do you need any help,” she asked.

“Yeah,” Nicole answered. She gestured toward her breasts. “I need some help washing my boobs. I can’t reach the front that well. Also, I need some help washing under them.”

Julie stared at her sister’s breasts. Normally, large breasts didn’t intimidate her. She was perfectly happy with her C-cups. She had seen larger women both at the gym and at school. But none even half the size of Nicole. Nicole’s breasts scared her. “What do you want me to do,” she tentatively asked.

“Can you clean the front of them,” Nicole asked.

Julie swallowed. “Okay,” she answered. She reached for the washcloth. Slowly she started washing the front of her sister’s breast. It was a lot firmer than she expected. But then, it was a fantasy, so she shouldn’t have been surprised. Then Nicole started making noises as she rubbed. She winced with every gasp and whimper Nicole made.

“I’m sorry,” Julie. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

“It’s not that,” Nicole said. “They’re sensitive.”

Julie’s arm froze. She looked from Nicole’s breasts to Nicole’s face. Then back to the breasts. She dropped the washcloth. “That’s it. I’m done.”

“Julie,” whined Nicole. “C’mon. I need your help.”

“No,” Julie said. “This is too weird. This morning you were my brother. Now you’re my sister. As if that wasn’t enough, you also have the biggest tits on the planet! And you want me to help you wash them. When every time I touch them, you moan or gasp. I don’t want to think about why you’re doing that. Especially after you tell me that they’re sensitive.”

“But I need to finish here so I can get dressed for the dance,” Nicole said. “Can’t you help me, please?”

Julie tried to resist her sister’s ‘puppy dog’ eyes. But it was a futile effort. Within seconds she had given up. “Okay,” she grumbled. “I’ll help you finish here.” She started undressing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking my clothes off.”

“Why?”

“Because I am not going to even try to lift those things from the side,” Julie said. “As big as they are, I’ll bet they weigh 30 pounds each. If I didn’t know magic was involved, I’d wonder you could even stand, let alone walk.”

Julie finished undressing and got in the tub. She reached for her sister’s chest then stopped and looked up. “Don’t tell mom,” she said. “I don’t want her to know I did this.”

Nicole nodded. She wasn’t sure she wanted their mother to know about this either.

* * *

Janet sat in her car after pulling into Nicole’s driveway. Part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this. Just that morning, Julie was her friend Marcus. Now, he was Nicole. A short, massively endowed girl. And there were going to the Christmas dance. Together! Now that she had time to think about it, Janet knew she really owed Marcus. She couldn’t think of any boy who’d turn himself into a girl just so a friend of his could go to a dance. A friend he knew he wasn’t going to have sex with. Marcus was one special boy. No, not a boy. He was a real man.

With that thought, Janet was able to get out of her car. She straightened her dark green dress as she stood. She probably should have worn a dress suit, or even a skirt and top combo. But she felt like wearing a dress. She was a normal girl, even if the people in town thought something was wrong with her for being a lesbian.

Janet walked to the house. Before she could knock on the door, it was opened. “Um, hi,” a startled Janet said. Nicole’s sister, Julie had opened the door. There was something, off about her look. “Um, is something wrong?”

“You remember that talk my mom and you had?” she asked as she shut the door behind her.

“Yes,” Janet slowly said. During the talk that Mrs. Kimby had given her, Janet learned all the things that could happened to Nicole. None of them sounded very good. A couple actually scared her. She was suddenly worried about Nicole. Did something happen to her?

“Well,” Julie said. “One of the things happened. Nicole is losing herself to the spell.”

Janet blinked. “That’s not good. I’ll take the locket off her.”

“Don’t do that,” blurted Julie.

“What!?”

“I said ‘don’t do that,’” Julie repeated herself. “Like it or not, Marcus chose to do this for you. He wouldn’t like if we stopped him because of this.”

Janet thought about it for a moment. Then she nodded her agreement. Marcus would hate it if they stopped him after this. “So, what do we do now?”

“You go to the dance with Nicole,” Julie said. “After the dance, get her home, then take of the locket. Just be careful. Nicole is your fantasy lover. She’ll do her best to do whatever fantasies you had at the time you put the locket on my brother.”

Janet’s eyes widened. Now she was really worried. She knew her fantasies. And they were not for public display. Hopefully, none of the ones where the girl outgrew her tops will happen. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy watching it. She just didn’t want it to happen at the dance. If it did look like one of those was happening, she’d just have to got her date out of there and someplace private quickly.

Julie noticed Janet’s expression. “What,” she asked.

“Um, let’s just say I have some interesting fantasies and leave it there.”

Julie studied the girl for a moment. “Are you sure you’re a girl?”

“A girl can have fantasies too, you know,” an indignant Janet said.

“About boobs?”

“How many lesbians do you know?”

“You have a point,” Julie admitted. “Anyway, let’s get you inside before Nicole charges out here. She’s been driving me and mom crazy getting ready for this.”

They enter the house, Julie with Janet following. When Janet saw Nicole standing there, waiting on her, she froze. The short busty girl was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her hair was up in an elegant style. She didn’t look like she was wearing any make-up. Her red dress was a simple strapless thing. That surprised Janet as she thought straps would have been needed. But then she looked at Nicole’s breasts and her mouth fell open. Impossibly, they looked even bigger than before. Nicole’s cleavage was bulging up to her neck! Janet lost herself in the astonishing deep valley of her date’s cleavage.

A bright flash startled Janet. She looked up to see Mrs. Kimby holding a camera. She couldn’t help the blush that flooded her face when she realized what the woman had done. “You didn’t have to do that,” Janet told the other woman.

“Of course, I did,” Mrs. Kimby replied. “I just had to have a picture to remember this by. I doubt this will happen again.”

As much as she didn’t want to, Janet had to concede Mrs. Kimby the point. “So, you’re going to be taking pictures?”

“Of course,” Mrs. Kimby said. “This way I’ll have proof that my son is a real man. How many boys, or men, do you think will do this?”

Janet couldn’t think of anybody who’d do this. Man or woman. “Yeah,” she said. “He’s a very good friend.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Are you two finished talking like I’m not here,” Nicole asked. “If so, there’s a dance we need to get to.”

Janet stared at Nicole in shock. “You want to go to the dance,” she asked.

“Of course,” came the reply. “I said I would, didn’t I? Besides, I want to see the look on the faces of those,” her eyes darted to her mother, “little freaks when we walk in.” She smiled and gave Janet a look that had her worried. “I’m also looking forward to after the dance.”

“After the dance?”

“Yeah. That’s when you and I are going to a motel.” She studied Janet for a moment. “You did arrange for a motel room, right?”

“Y-you shouldn’t say that in front of your mom, Janet said with a nervous look at Mrs. Kimby. There was a neutral expression on the older woman’s face. Janet could feel the sweat build up on her body. “And aren’t you supposed to turn back to normal after the dance?”

“Oh, I can do that when we get home,” Nicole said. “Don’t you want something special to remember this day by?”

Janet smiled at her friend. “I already have something special to remember this day by,” she said. “I have you.”

There was a bright flash of light. Mrs. Kimby had done it again. “These pictures will be great,” she said.

Twenty-five minutes later, the two teens were finally able to get Janet’s car. Mrs. Kimby had snapped, probably, a couple hundred of pictures. Most of them had Nicole hugging Janet tightly. Janet would have enjoyed those more if Mrs. Kimby hadn’t been there. As it was, she was happy to have gotten out of there without any mishaps.

“So,” Nicole said as Janet got into the car. “What did you not want to say in front of my Mom? Did you rent a room somewhere?”

“No, I didn’t Nicole,” answered Janet. “You’re a good friend doing me a favor. I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.”

Nicole ran one hand along Janet’s thigh. “What if I want to be taken advantage of,” she asked.

Janet gulped. “Let’s just get to the dance,” she squeaked. Nicole chuckled as Janet started the car.

• *

Janet had never been more relieved to get somewhere than when she pulled into the community center’s parking lot. Nicole had been flirting with her the whole way over. Giving her flirtations looks and saying innuendoes. It was driving her crazy. If she hadn’t been worried that she was losing herself, she would be now. This was not something Marcus would do. Not in a million years.

As soon as she parked the car, she hopped out. She cursed as she put her keys in her small purse. She had wanted to wear a suit, but her mother insisted on her wearing a dress. Not that she had anything against wearing dresses. She just didn’t want the hassle of keeping track of her purse. There’s no telling what her so-called-friends would do to it once her back was turned.

Janet almost forgot to help Nicole stand as she got out of the car. The incredibly busty girl had made sure Janet had gotten an eyeful of cleavage as she leaned forward. “Nicole,” she groaned.

“What,” Nicole asked innocently.

“Do you have to do that?”

“I just wanted them to know that I’m here only for you,” Nicole said as she stood. “I want them all to be jealous of you.”

“Well, the boys might be,” Janet said. “But I doubt the girls will be. Knowing them, they’ll just insult the both of us.”

“At a Christmas dance,” Nicole scoffed. “That’s not very Christian of them.”

“People tend to ignore the inconvenient,” Janet said as they started toward the door. “And me being a lesbian is inconvenient for them. Even though I never did flirt with one of them. And, now, I never will.”

“Some of them are kind of’ cute,” Nicole said with a shrug. Janet felt her eyes go to the girl’s undulating cleavage. “But I wouldn’t want to deal with their attitude.”

Before Janet could reply, they arrived at the entrance. She could see the hate filled looks being shot her way. Those looks changed to those of stunned amazement when they saw Nicole. She didn’t blame them. It’s not often you see a girl as short and as busty as Nicole. And, of course, there’s the amount of cleavage she was showing.

“Mr. Owens,” Janet said as they approached the door. She held their tickets out for him to take. He only stood there, staring.

“Ahem,” Nicole said. It was obvious where Mr. Owens was staring. The size of Nicole’s breasts prevented her from completely closing her coat. The deep valley of her cleavage was on display for all to see. “Those are not my eyes!”

Janet saw one of the two police officers near the door turn to look in their direction. She shook the tickets in order to get Mr. Owens attention. The man did not break his stare at Nicole’s breasts. The officer frowned and nudged his partner. When that officer turned, Janet could see that that one was a woman.

“You do know you’re staring at a teenager’s breasts,” Nicole said. Again, like her last comment, it was not said quietly.

The female officer walked over. “Is there a problem,” she asked.

“He won’t stop staring,” Nicole said. “I know my breasts are big. I carry them around all day, every day. But come one. He’s an adult. He should know better.”

“Sir,” the officer said. “If you do not stop, I’ll have to arrest you with sexual harassment.” Mr. Owens started to drool. All three shuddered. “Sir,” the officer said sharply.

Mr. Owens jumped and looked up.

“I’m going to have to ask you to step away.”

“What?”

The officer motioned to her partner. “Sir. You need to step away from these teens.” The man stared in shock as the other officer came and escorted him away. “Now that that is taken care of,” the female officer said. “Let’s get you two inside. Tickets?”

Janet handed the officer their tickets. She inspected them, tore off the stubs and hand them back. Janet and Nicole went to enter the building, but the officer stopped them. “I know this is inappropriate, but I just have to ask. You know, woman to woman.”

“They’re real,” Nicole said. “The doctor who’d do this to a girl my age should have his hands cut off.”

“How?” Janet wanted to hear this too. She knew Nicole’s size had come from magic, but she didn’t think Nicole wanted to tell anybody that. And she couldn’t think of a reason for a teen to have such large breasts. If fact, she didn’t think it was possible for anybody to have such large breasts.

“It’s a medical condition,” Nicole said with a sigh. “There are several names for what I have. Macromastia, gigantomastia, and breast hypertrophy. Basically, they’re the same thing. The only difference is degree. Macromastia is the least of them. Of course, I have breast hypertrophy. The worst of the three.”

The officer shook her head. “Can you get a reduction,” she asked. “I can’t imagine walking around with all that.”

“No.” Nicole answered. “Well, I could, but the doctors don’t recommend it. As they’re still growing. They want to wait until they stop to do a reduction. So, no surgery until then.”

“Damn. Well, good luck to you. I hope you two will enjoy the dance.”

Janet watched the officer walk away then turned to Nicole. “When did you learn all that,” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Nicole answered. “I haven’t even heard of any of this condition before today.” She thought for a moment. “As for when I learned this, just now. She asked a question and the magic came up with a valid response. In fact, I’m willing to be that if you looked up those words, you’d find them, and they’d probably mean what I said they meant. Or, at least close to it.”

“Magic is weird,” Janet said with a shake of her head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Nicole said. “I want to dance.” She grabbed Janet’s hand and started walking.

Once inside the two girls looked around. Whoever decorated did a very good job. The them was ‘A Winter Wonderland.’ The auditorium was decorated like a forest glade in winter. There were fake trees and bushes. All covered in fake snow and ice. Janet didn’t want to admit it, but she was impressed.

“They didn’t hold back, did they,” commented Nicole.

“No, they didn’t,” Janet answered. She could see people turning to look their way. Trying to see who just walked in. She saw several faces start to frown at her. Especially the teen girls. She frowned back. It was just a dance. Couldn’t they let her enjoy herself?

Nicole grabbed Janet’s shoulder and turned her. She looked into the taller girl’s eyes. “Don’t pay any attention to them,” she said intensely. “They don’t matter. Only me. Let’s find a place to put our coats and purses so we can dance.”

Janet followed Nicole to the coat area. The woman working there, smiled at them as they gave her their coats. Surprised, Janet smiled back. She had not expected many people here to be friendly toward her and Nicole. “I hear what some people are saying about you,” the woman said. “They shouldn’t be saying any of that. Who you chose to sleep with does not involve them.”

“Mom says that they react that way because they’re insecure in their femininity or masculinity,” Janet said.

“She just may be right,” the woman said. “Anyway, my name is Alice. If you’d like, you could leave your purses here. I’ll make sure that nobody touches them.”

“Thank you, Alice,” Janet said. “That’s very kind of you.” She pulled Nicole closer. “This is my date, Nicole.”

Alice turned to look at Nicole. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Nicole smiled and pulled her shoulders back. She even turned side to side a bit to show them off. Not that her massive breasts needed any help in showing off. Any body standing behind her could see them.

“They’re real,” Nicole said.

“How can you even stand,” Alice blurted. “They have to weigh a ton!”

“Not quite a ton,” Nicole said. “But they are heavy. I’m carrying over fifty pounds of tit.”

“Again, how can you be standing up,” Alice repeated in awe. “I know women who aren’t even half your size who complain about the weight. Not to mention the stares.”

“I don’t mind the weight,” Nicole said. “But the stares can be annoying. That’s part of the reason why I’m here.” At Alice’s look, she continued. “Back in school, somehow a boy snuck their phone into the girl’s locker room and got pictures of me topless. He then posted copies of them around the school.”

“That’s horrible,” Alice said. “I hope they found whoever did it.”

“When I last spoke to my mom, she said they found who did it,” Nicole said. “He’s been expelled. The principle does not take that stuff lightly.”

“Good,” Alice nodded. “So, just leave your purses here, and I’ll make sure nobody touches your stuff. Go and enjoy yourselves. If anybody needs to enjoy themselves, it’s you two.”

The two teens thanked the older woman and went to the dance proper. Janet could feel the stares as the two approached the dance floor. “Remember what I said,” Nicole said. “Only look at me. They don’t matter. We’ll show them that we don’t need their approval to have a good life.”

Janet swallowed then nodded. She remembered what Nicole had said and she was not going disappoint. She took a deep, calming breath and managed to smile at her date. “Shall we,” she asked as she held out a hand.

Nicole smiled in answer and took her hand. She stepped closer to Janet only to stop and frown. Both girls looked down at Nicole’s voluminous chest. “I don’t think I thought this through,” Nicole said as she looked back to Janet’s face.

“It’s not your fault,” Janet said with a blush. “I’m the one who designed that body. So the fault’s mine.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Nicole said as she squeezed closer to Janet. “I like this body. I got curves in all the right places.”

Janet felt her face heat as Nicole’s cleavage bulged further out of her dress. “Um,” she said. Nicole giggled.

“Let’s dance.”

The two teens danced. At first, Janet kept glancing at the people watching them. Looking for those who would try to ruin their fun. Each time she did, Nicole would draw her attention back. Usually by causing her breasts to jiggle or shake. Unfortunately, this also caused other people to look.

When they got tired, they’d sit and talk. Some of the friendlier people would come over and talk with them. They all seemed to be in support of her relationship with Nicole. They were even saddened to find out that she wouldn’t be there for long. Of course, in every bunch, there’s always a bad one. Those few people who disapproved of her who came over wasted no time in insulting her and Nicole. Thankfully they didn’t stay longer than it took to insult them.

Eventually, it was time to leave. Both girls were surprised at just how much time they had spent at the dance. They truly had fun together. But, now that it was over, Janet became nervous. She remembered what Nicole had said back at her house. Nicole wanted them to have sex after the dance.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with Nicole. She wanted it. Very much so. It was that it would be unfair to Marcus. And, considering what he did for her, she couldn’t do that to him. She now had to figure out how to turn Nicole down without hurting her. Which would be damn hard. After all, Nicole was her fantasy girl.

“I’m almost sad this has to end,” Nicole said. “I had a lovely time.”

“Yeah, me too,” Janet said. “Let’s get our coats and purses and go home.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first,” Nicole said. “I’ll only be a minute. Why don’t you get our stuff while I’m there?”

“I don’t know,” Janet said. She did not want Nicole being alone here. “We could stop someplace on the way.”

"I’d rather go now,” Nicole said.

“Nicole, I’m worried about you. I’m afraid they’ll do something to you.”

Nicole chuckled. “Don’t worry. I did see all those dark looks they gave us. I know they’ll try to start something in the bathroom. Or, when I come out. But I got this. I’m not all beauty, you know.”

Janet could only watch as Nicole made her way to the bathroom. No matter what the busty girl said, Janet still worried about her. She had only been a girl for less than one day. She had no idea how vicious girls could get.

Nicole didn’t show any reaction to the small crowd waiting as she exited the stall. She knew they would be waiting for her. They probably started moving toward the bathroom the moment they saw her go in. She knew they wouldn’t waste this opportunity to do something to ruin her and Janet’s night. If they thought their numbers intimidated her, they needed to think again. There was only four them, after all.

Nicole walked calmly to the sink and started washing her hands. She knew the four girls. Their names were Rebecca Daisly, Sarah Covens, Melissa Streetly, and Diana Marrens. Diana usually led the group. “You have some nerve,” one of them said. Nicole recognized Diana’s voice.

“What? Washing my hands,” Nicole asked. “You’re supposed to wash your hands after using the restroom. Please tell me you wash your hands.”

“Of course, I wash my hands,” Diana yelped, shocked.

“Good,” Nicole remarked as she continued wash.

The four girls stared at her for a moment. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here,” the Diana said.

“Oh, I understand what’s going on,” Nicole said. “You’re here to try to intimidate me.”

“We’re here to warn you,” Diana said. The others nodded their agreement. “You’re with a pervert.”

“I wouldn’t call you a pervert,” Nicole said. “I’m sure you’re a very nice girl.”

“What? No,” Diana almost shouted. “I’m talking about Janet. The girl who brought you here. She’s the pervert, not me.”

“Okay. Why is she a pervert,” Nicole asked. “Oh, and could you tell me you name. I’d really like to know who’s trying to warn me about possible perverts.”

“My name is Diana,” said Diana.

“Nice to meet you, Diana,” Nicole said. “Now, what’s this about Janet being a pervert?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice her staring at your breasts?”

Nicole looked down into her cleavage. “Who hasn’t,” she asked as she looked back up at Diana. “They’re bigger than my head! How can people not stare at them.” She glanced at the other girls. “Your friends are staring now.”

Diana whipped her head around fast enough to catch the others suddenly looking at anything but Nicole's breasts. By the blushes on their faces, she could tell they had been staring. Diana shot them a glare before turning back to Nicole. “Janet doesn’t stare because they’re big,” she said. “She stares because she’s a lesbian. That’s how she’s a pervert.”

“She’s a pervert because she’s a lesbian,” asked Nicole. “How does that work?”

“Because lesbianism is a sin against God,” Rebecca declared.

“Really? Have you asked Him?” The question caused all four girls to blink. Not one of them had thought that question would ever come up. “You do know He’s coming back, right?”

“You believe that demon girl thing told the truth,” Diana scoffed. “Something like that would lie about anything.”

"So, you think she’s lying?”

“Yes.”

“And you think she’s a demon?”

“I know she’s a demon.”

Nicole shook her head. “Keep telling yourself that,” she said. “Me, I’ll accept people as they are. Those that I don’t like, I won’t socialize with. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a girl I need to get back to.”

Nicole went to leave but the teen girls stepped in her way. “What,” she demanded.

“You’re a lesbian too,” Diana said. “Don’t deny it. That’s the only way a pervert like Janet could get a date.”

“We don’t like lesbians here,” Melissa said.

“I don’t see why not,” Nicole said. “You four can’t seem to keep your eyes off my boobs.” She pretended to think. “Maybe it’s because you’re jealous. Either of my size or that Janet got to touch them.”

“We’re not lesbians,” yelped Sarah.

“We’re trying to help you,” Nicole said. “You don’t want to hang around the wrong people. Others might get the wrong impression.”

“Oh please,” Nicole said with a roll of her eyes. “If two girls can’t dance together without people assuming they’re lesbians, then something’s wrong. And I don’t the problem lies with the girls.”

“Diana, I don’t think we’re going to convince her,” Melissa said. “We should teach her a lesson.”

Diana nodded. “That does seem like the best thing to do,” she said.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Nicole said. “I’ll scream and that’ll bring people in here. With just the five of us in here, who do you think they’ll believe?”

The four girls looked at each other. This time, when Nicole tried to leave, they got out of her way. At the door, Nicole stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“You girls should think about what’s coming,” she said. “Whether you believe it or not, the gods are returning. From what the emissary has said, they’re not happy with humanity. You should make sure you’re not on their shit list.”

• *

Janet was worried about Nicole. Even though the busty girl was very good at distracting her, she still had seen the dark looks shot at them. As long as they were together, those people didn’t do anything. Now that they were separate, she knew somebody was going to try something. And she did see Diana and her crew heading toward the restroom.

After seeing Diana go in the restroom, Janet would have entered as well. But she was stopped by a series of boys. They all wanted to know the same things: Who was her date, where did she come from, and did she have sisters. She told them the girl was Marcus’s cousin and to ask him about her. As they walked away, she could see them making plans on talking to Marcus. She hoped Marcus and his family had a cover story.

Janet was relieved when she saw Nicole walking back toward her. Her and every male eye tracked her. Or, more specifically, they tracked the bounce and jiggle of her massive chest. Again, she marveled at the fact that the buxom girl could even stand. Those breasts were too big to be real. Of course, she knew their size was because of magic. She shifted Nicole’s coat in her arms to give herself a distraction. “No problems,” she asked once the short girl was near.

“Not really,” Nicole answered. “Diana and her group tried to start something in the restroom. But I stopped it.” She frowned.

Janet didn’t like the frown. “What happened,” she asked as she helped Nicole with her coat.

“It may not be much,” Nicole hedged. “But I suddenly started warning them about the gods’ return. Especially their god’s return.” She looked Janet in the eye. “Why would I do something like that? I’m not Christian.”

“I don’t know,” Janet slowly said. “But magic and the gods are returning. There’s no telling what caused you to say that.”

“I can ask Mom later,” Nicole said with a sudden smile. A smile that Janet was suddenly nervous about. “Now, let’s leave. We have something special to get to, don’t we?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Janet stammered.

“Oh, yes you do,” Nicole said as she pressed herself against her date. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

Janet was worried. Nicole was not acting like she should. Well, she was, since she was, literally, a sex fantasy. Her current behavior was correct for that. But she wanted a date for the dance, not a sex partner. She really needed to get her someplace private so she could get that locket off. She wanted her friend back.

“Let’s go,” Janet said with sudden inspiration. “Whatever we do, I don’t want anybody following us. There’s no telling what they’ll do if hey get us alone.” Nicole happily nodded and lead the way out. Janet could tell that she was excited about what she thought was going to happen.

Thirty minutes later, the two pulled into a parking lot. “This is not a motel,” Nicole said. “I thought you’d want a bed for this.”

“Nicole,” Janet said. “You know I really like you, right?” Nicole nodded. “But the thing is, I love Marcus. Yes, I don’t love him the way he wants me to. But I do love him. As a friend. A really good friend. I mean, look at what he did! He turned himself into you just so I’d have a date tonight. How many people do you think would do that? How many men? Hell, how many teen boys?”

“You don’t want me,” Nicole asked with tears in her eyes.

“God yes! I want you. But it wouldn’t be fair to Marcus. Nor would it be fair to you. You are more than a stupid sex fantasy.”

“But I’m your fantasy,” Nicole said. “I want this. Marcus does too. So why don’t you?”

Janet growled in frustration. She really wanted Nicole, but she didn’t want to hurt Marcus. A part of her believed Nicole was telling the truth, but she still did not want to do this. Maybe later, if Marcus and his mother agreed. Now that she knew magic was real, she did not want to upset the magic user. Especially when she was the mother of her best friend.

“I can’t,” Janet said. “I can’t do that to Marcus. How would he react if I had sex with you, but not him? If anybody deserved it, it is him.”

Nicole was crying now. “So, this is it? You’re going to take the locket now? Can’t I have something? A kiss?”

“I can do that,” Janet said. “But let’s do it right.” She got out of the car and helped Nicole out. As the shorter girl stood, Janet brushed her face with her finger tips. “You are a very beautiful girl. If things had been different, I’d would definitely have dated you.”

“Thank you,” Nicole said and closed her eyes.

Janet tilted Nicole’s face up, leaned in and kissed her. She put all that she felt for both Nicole and Marcus into the kiss. She believed they both deserved that. As the kiss when on, Janet ran her hands up Nicole’s back to her neck. She carefully unclasped the chain and pulled the locket off.

In hindsight, she probably should have ended the kiss before taking the locket off.
 
EPILOGUE

One week later, Janet and Marcus sat in Marcus’ living room watching television. Even though the dance was long over, neither could look at the other. Marcus’ family thought it was funny. Janet was studying what was going to be her new religion. They haven’t told her the name, yet. But she was sure they would when they were sure she was going to convert. She knew she was, but she also understood why they wanted to be sure of her. Ever since the gods announced their return, people have gotten serious, and strange, about religion.

Janet peeked at Marcus, saw him looking at her, blushed then snapped her head back to the television. They were watching an interview of the emissary. She had been on television a lot recently. There were still people trying to proof her false. They only thing those people managed to do was embarrass themselves on national, if not international, television.

“The gods are always watching,” the emissary said. “Even when they couldn’t talk to us because of the lack of magic. They know all the things we do, both good and bad.”

“Can you give us an example,” one reporter asked.

The emissary nodded. “Yes. There recently was something that attracted most of the goddess’ attention.” She paused and looked at the camera. Marcus and Janet felt as if she was looking at them. “Marcus, Janet. You two have attracted the gods’ attention.”

Marcus and Janet froze when they heard their names. While Janet knew what Marcus had done was special, she did not believe it would draw this amount of attention. She managed to turn and look at her friend. He didn’t seem to be taking this any better than she was.

“What you did Marcus, was something the gods had to take notice,” the emissary continued. “They haven’t seen such a sacrifice in eons. To give so much of yourself just so a friend could go to a dance. You have earned their respect and a gift. Hopefully you’ll find someone worthy of it.”

Janet could hear Marcus’ shocked grunt, but she didn’t look to see what was happening. The emissary was continuing.

“Janet. I hope you realize what Marcus has done. When you find your love, you and her, should offer to have a child by your friend. There are several ways this can be accomplished. The gods will allow you to pick the method which best suit you.”

The press suddenly flooded the emissary with questions. Neither Marcus or Janet were paying attention. They were staring in shock at each other. “The gods know our names,” Janet said. “Is that good or bad?”

“I don’t know,” Marcus said. He shifted in his seat. “I think we should ask Mom. I also need to talk to her about my gift.”

Janet heisted to ask. “What did they give you?”

Marcus’ face turned as red as tomato. “You don’t want to know,” he said.

Chapter 1

Marcus gave a sigh of relief as he reached his car. He couldn’t believe things hadn’t died down yet. It’s been seven weeks! The girls still wouldn’t leave him alone. But then, that may be because of the gifts he received. Apparently, the gods couldn’t decide what to gift him with, so they gave him three gifts. The first of the three was obvious. Well, to him it was. A boy can’t miss his dick doubling in size in a few seconds. Especially when he was wearing blue jeans at the time.

The second gift became obvious the first time he left home. It wasn’t hard to notice all the heads turning to watch him as everywhere he went. Especially when he realized it was only the women who were watching him. He was puzzled, at first. Then he asked his mother and sister, but they were just as confused as he was. Even after a girl he vaguely knew came and asked him out, he had no clue. He knew something strange was happening when full-grown women started flirting with him. His mother quickly intervened when that happened. Needless to say, the trip was quickly cancelled. His mother and sister quickly ushered him back home.

Once home, Marcus was interrogated by his mother. She didn’t want to know if he did anything to attract the women. She wanted to know if he noticed anything strange happening around him. Any unexplained lights or sounds. If any strangers had approached him or given him something. The only thing that he could think of was getting that gift from the gods. And he knew it wasn’t that. Not unless those women had x-ray vision. But now that magic was coming back, he wouldn’t doubt that somebody would make a spell to do that.

After hearing his answer, his mother went to her workroom. And hour later she came out and got him. In the room, she placed him inside a scribed circle on the floor. While Sam did trust his mother, he was a little nervous to enter the circle. She had told him tales of what could happen to somebody once they were in one. But, enter the circle he did.

“You definitely have a blessing from the gods,” his mother told him a few minutes later. “Three of them in fact. The first one is physical, and I think you already know what that one is.”

Marcus blushed. “Yeah,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me about that one.”

“The third one,” his mother continued. “I can’t tell what it does. You haven’t activated that one yet. And I can’t tell you how to do it. But the second is the one I’m concerned about. That one attracts women.”

Marcus stared at his mother. “It does what now,” he finally asked.

“It attracts women,” she calmly repeated. “Specifically, women you’re not related to.”

“But that’s virtually all the women in the world,’ Marcus exclaimed. “Who would do that to me?”

“The gods, remember?”

“And a good thing it is,” Marcus immediately said.

His mother snorted, then started laughing. “Is that all you have to say about it,” she asked once she regained control.

“Yes! I am not going to question the gods. Who knows what they’ll do next if I do?” Marcus paused for a moment. “You said something about a third blessing.” His mother nodded. “Do you have any clue as to what it may be?”

“I can only tell that it’s there,” she said. “Until you use it, or it activates on its own, I can’t tell you what it does.”

That was where things stood until the third gift activated a few days later. Up until then, Marcus hadn’t gone outside unless he was with his mother. That day, she and his sister had left to do some personal shopping. Julie insisted that he stay home. She did not want her little brother, sometimes sister, with her while she was picking out new panties and bras. Marcus agreed.

A couple of hours later, Marcus was bored. There was nothing he wanted to watch on TV. He’d beaten all of his games and didn’t want to play them again at the time. In fact, he was tired of being in the house. He wanted to go outside. He wouldn’t go far. He did remember the strange affect he had on women. They backyard should be safe enough.

Marcus quickly put on his coat, hat, and gloves. It was January and it was cold outside. A quick peek to make sure none of the neighbors were around. He then stepped outside. The crisp cold air felt invigorating. He started smiling. Everything was perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

Twenty minutes later, Marcus was running from a crowd of women. He didn’t know where they all had come from. They ranged in ages from as young as sixteen to as old as seventy-eight. He was surprised. He did not think Mrs. Canby, their elderly neighbor, could move that fast. He needed to find a pace to hide. And soon. He knew the longer he remained where women could see him, the bigger the crowd would grow.

Frantically he ducked around a corner only to find a dead end. He looked around to see if there was a place to hide. There was nothing. He even would have taken a dumpster full of trash. Marcus started to panic. He knew what would happen when all those women got to him. Only idiot boys wanted that to happen. He was not an idiot. But that wouldn’t stop what was about to happen.

Marcus frantically looked around for something, anything, that he may have overlooked. There was still nothing that would hide his presence. He knew he was screwed. Whatever was left of him after the mob of women were through with him, would be destroyed by his mother. He braced himself and a strangely familiar tingle ran through his body.

“Hey, you,” a voice cried out. Demanding Marcus’ attention.

Whatever that tingle was, Marcus decided that he could find out later. Right now, it was more important to find out why he wasn’t being mobbed by a crowd of women. He looked at the alley entrance. It was filled with women. “Yes,” he said. He frowned at the sound of his voice. It was not his. It was too high.

“Did you see a boy run in here,” the woman in front of the group asked.

Marcus shook his head. “No,” he said as he felt his, now, long hair fly about his head.

“Are you sure about that,” the woman asked with narrow eyes.

“Look around,” Marcus said. “There’s no place to hide in here. There’s not even any doors.”

The woman reluctantly nodded. “He must have gone on ahead,” she told the others. “Let’s find him!” They rushed off.

Marcus stood still. He had a sneaking suspicion what had happened to him. But he wasn’t going to confirm his thoughts until the women had left. When the last had passed the alley’s entrance, he finally looked down.

Marcus’ gaze was filled with the cleavage of two very large breasts.

“Well, shit.”