A little hesitation goes a long way

Just as Jon was about to throw the red die, he paused for a moment and thought, Is this really happening? What if I can't play along? Will I have to loop through this day again and again, becoming some different fantas--

His thoughts were cut short by the appearance of another letter.

"Since you have not yet rolled, the stakes have been raised. You will now roll the blue die 6 times, and will have to stay in your new form for 2 days. Further, the enhancements have been increased in effect. Now roll the red die."

Jon rolled the red die with alacrity. 2.

He felt himself shrink, felt his hair lengthen a bit and his face writhe. His penis shrank and he felt a vagina form in his crotch. His clothes shifted to match, as did his--her--room. He found he had at least some memories of this new body--even his measurements, 5 feet even, flat-chested, no figure--but that, fundamentally, he was still Jon. Still, he'd have to think of himself as Jen for 2 days.

But as he--she--pondered what might become of his new, not very feminine, form, he realized that he'd waited too long as another letter appeared. "12. 4. Roll the blue one."

The Jen part of his mind was frozen. She liked her body! She didn't want it to become some lewd fantasy--

"24. 8. Now."

Jen snapped out of her hesitation and now, no longer blocking Jon from doing what he had to, the die slipped from her hand.

1. Jon felt his Jen-memories changing as his legs extended. When they stopped, he knew he was 6'6" with 4' legs, and just as shy, quiet and nerdy as ever.

He kept rolling. He had to make twenty-three more; he didn't want that to go up. He was finding it easier to think of himself as female, though, perhaps as a side effect of his form becoming more exaggerated.

4. Her face writhed. A small mirror appeared on her desk, she saw the face that could light up a room with its radiant smile--if she ever let it.

1 again. She shot up another 1'6", making her one of the tallest people in the world.

2. Her breasts surged out--12 cup sizes--with her sweater stretching with them. A bra materialized underneath, supporting what Jon knew could make him rich but that Jen would never dare to show.

3. A funny sensation in her throat led to new knowledge of an abortive career as a singer. Her proportions were simply too exaggerated to make for a successful career.

4. In the mirror, her eyes widened, giving her a look not normally seen outside of the anime and manga she devoured.

5. Her hair, previously a somewhat unkempt mass making it to her shoulders, surged down to the backs of her knees, perfectly straight and glistening.

6. She no longer needed to smile to light up a room. Uncovering her face did that all on its own--and then some. Jen hated it--she just wanted to be left alone, but one glimpse of her face and everyone, everyone, wanted to be with her. It was only in her own room that she took off the very wide-brimmed hat she wore everywhere else. Even her own family wasn't immune to her, and that scared her most of all.

7. Her butt surged out, balancing her breasts. Jon wondered what sex would be like in this body. Jen was moaning over the cost of clothes to cover her figure to avoid just that.

8. That funny feeling came back into her throat. Apparently Jen kept numerous window-repair stores in town operating at a comfortable profit all on her own--not to mention that the local hospital had the largest audiology department of any in the country.

9. Again her breasts grew, doubling in diameter. Her sweater became even baggier, but Jen was beginning to realize that, despite the baggiest sweaters and best minimizer bras, there really wasn't any hiding them.

10. Not again, thought Jen hopelessly, as her orbs doubled in diameter. At least memories now came to her of relentless back exercises, so she could stand up straight. Her sweater might as well have been a hospital gown--for all the good that did.

11. The air was forced out of her lungs in one vast rush, as her waist cinched down to 14 inches around. The balance exercises she'd had to go through...

12. The only thing on which the Jon and Jen halves now agreed was that the die had to be rolled ten more times. But while Jen's self-image issues were growing, Jon's excitement at being in this 9'6" body with 7' legs was also growing.

13. Her hair--which still reached the back of her knees after her recent growth--now surged to the floor, along with a bun on top of her head.

14. Jen hoped this was the last of the breast growth, as they doubled in diameter yet again. They were simply massive, and she hated all the leers and ogling she got at school every day. She'd begged her parents to have homeschooling arranged somehow, but it was a choice between that and the sort of clothing she wanted, and she didn't want to be seen in anything smaller than this in front of anyone. Jon was disappointed, though--all this tit, and not a hint of cleavage? Who was this girl? How was he ever going to be her for 8 days?

15. The sheet said 5 was "J.Lo butt". J.Lo would die to have Jen's butt. Jen would die to have J.Lo's.

16. Jon and Jen wondered simultaneously how much of reality had to be rewritten to make it possible for an 11' person with 8'6" legs to exist, and how much more to give it the figure she sported.

17. More hair forced its way into the bun atop Jen's head, while the mane down her back thickened.

18. Jen felt a sensation all over her skin. She couldn't see it now, of course, but she knew from every time she took a shower--she'd figured out how to do that on her own, with the help of some very specialized and expensive equipment--that her skin was utterly flawless. Even scars faded almost immediately, as if the magic of the dice were somehow trapping her in this form.

19. Jen's butt surged out again. Jon was a bit disappointed--he hadn't thought to give it a good smack before, to see what it felt like, and now he found he couldn't reach around.

20. Oh, no, thought Jen. She almost lost her balance as the air was forced out of her lungs. What was left was what should be an impossible waist. 7 inches.

21. Jen's butt bubbled out yet again. Jon had gotten over his disappointment at not being able to give himself a smack on his ass to rejoice in his hyper-feminine form, while Jen wanted to break down in tears. And still one roll remained.

22. As if the last roll were even more exaggerated, hair gushed from the top of Jen's head. A bun, stretching up 3 feet, was collected above her head, while her hair was so long that it ran down her 11' body, back up to be caught underneath the bun, and back down to the floor again. It was only through persistent exercise that she was even able to stand up, never mind walk. But her parents simply confiscated all her CDs, DVDs, manga, books, everything, and would only let her have them while she was exercising. Thankfully, her growth had only lasted two years, and had ended two years ago--but what a two years. She'd gone from being the nice, shy, quiet girl, maybe a bit weird, to being the shy, quiet, weird loner girl with the bombshell body she never showed, and which she wished she never had. At least her younger sister Zoe wasn't showing any signs of becoming a freak like her.

For Jon, reality was settling in. Left to himself, he knew exactly what he'd be doing with a body like this. But he didn't want to lose it, and so for eight days, he'd have to try his damnedest to act like Jen, with only the guidance of partial memories, a faint voice in the back of his mind moaning with self-image issues, and his own preconceived stereotypes of what nerdy girls were like. He had no idea what would happen if he screwed up--would the "game" revert to 3 rolls for 1 day, or would it remain as it had been now? What if he hesitated again?