Becky froze in front of her Uncle James' bedroom after she herd another shrill 'Becky' from the other side of the door.
"What have I done?" She thought to herself in a panic. She knew she had gone to far, but she had been desperate and now there was no turning back now. She would just have to convince her uncle to help her.
She reached for the doorknob, but it turned on its own and the door swung open. Reflexively Becky tilted her head up to meet the gaze of her Uncle's six foot four height, but his familiar face wasn't there to meet her glance. Slowly her eyes drifted downward, past the level of her own five seven, down further until she met eyes with an angry, but very attractive, teenage girl wrapped in a bed sheet.
"Becky!" She shrieked! "What have you done?"
Becky looked down at the girl and quickly sized her up. She towered over her and guested her to be around five foot two, with a long mane of golden brown disheveled was disheveled. She had her Uncle James' eyes, but her face lacked his rugged good looks, instead she had a 'delicate' look to her with raised cheekbones, a smooth flawless complexion, an adorable little nose and pouty kissable lips. Becky could see a family resemblance to James, and to her self for that matter, but the man that James was wasn't visible in the cute little 'heart-breaker' that Becky was looking down at now.
"Uncle James let me explain." She said walking into his bedroom. She felt her anxiety fading, finding it ridicules to be intimidated by this petit, little girl who stood in front of her.
"Explain?" James said in a high soprano voice. "Explain! Explain this!" James said and he pulled open the sheet that he had wrapped around his new body. Becky nearly gasped at the sight of the perfectly toned, petit dancers body that sported a pair of perfectly perky C cupped breasts. She had a lovely hourglass figure and the large boxers she wore barely managed to stay on her round little hips.
"Maybe I should have gone with a B cup." Becky said aloud without thinking as she stared at James' large chest.
"Maybe you shouldn't have done this at all." James said as 'she' pulled the sheet closed and headed out of the room. "Where's the medallion?"
"You can't use it for another ten hours." Becky said following the angry young woman. "And in that time I am going to convince you why you have to help me."
James frantically was searching through Becky's room looking for the medallion, nearly tripping over the sheet she had wrapped herself in.
"Here, you may want to wear this." Becky said handing James a shirt. James glared at her and then snatched the shirt away from her, dropped the sheet and started to pull it over her head. "It has a built in bra." Becky said lightheartedly. James again glared at her, and then with some awkwardness adjusted her new breasts into place. She looked down at the valley of cleavage that was shown off by the low-cut top and signed with disgust. Becky handed her a pair of sweat-shorts, which she took, turned away, kicked off the boxers and slipped into. The shorts clung tightly to her hips like a second skin and Becky couldn't help but think how her Uncle might suddenly find himself recieveing a lot of unwanted attention with some of the guys at school, but she knew it would only be a week and she would make sure nothing happened.
"Where's the medallion?" James demanded shrilly as she looked up at Becky and then turned back to her suitcase and started digging through it again. Becky's eyes reflexively darted to the dresser where she had left the medallion, but it was gone. Panicked, she glanced out the window just in time to see Trish just starting up her car. Trish caught Becky's glance, waved, picked up the medallion from the passengers seat and held it up with a smile. She then turned and sped away. Becky gulped and steadied herself as she watched her new 'Aunt' searching vainly for a medallion that was now long gone.
