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Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and class-A bitch, was wandering across the yard followed by her usual entourage of drooling, overmuscled football players and other assorted testosterone-fueled flunkies, along with some of the cheerleaders, who were talking to her.
Karyn was unimpressed. "Can you explain to me what people see in her? Everyone knows that McMillan is a total bitch and yet, because she has blond hair and big tits, every guy in the school spends half his life dribbling down her cleavage, and the girls treat her like royalty."
“Not all the girls,” Chloe pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah, I just wish that nice people like us could have the long blonde hair and big boobs for once.”
Karyn Black said it, not realizing that her phrasing had activated the new wishing stone Chloe had just shown her for the first time.
The stone flashed, and Karyn found herself looking at the ground for a moment; when her gaze returned to Chloe, she had changed. Her hair had gone from chestnut waves to pin-straight blonde. The increase in the volume of her bust wasn’t a lot, but Karyn couldn’t fail to notice it. There was a tension in her shoulders, but it took a moment for Karyn to connect the sensation to its cause: her own bust had grown substantially. She pulled at her own hair, dreading what she would see as it came into her field of vision. Blonde.
Chloe had been forced to look away from the field. She looked back and was shocked to see, where she expected a blonde and busty Sarah, a redhead with an entirely average chest. She had to look more intently to be sure that the girl was, in fact, Sarah. Chloe turned to Karyn and was about to speak when she took in the effect the wish had had on her. Chloe couldn’t really tell how much Karyn’s bust had changed with the baggy green sweater hiding her figure, but she could see the blondeness of her hair.
It took Chloe’s brain a moment to unwind what Karyn had just said. The wish. Why it had made Sarah a redhead. Nice girls. Sarah wasn’t one, so now she wasn’t a blonde.
“What happened, ChloChlo… We… I wi…” Karyn cut herself off before she could use the “W” word again while holding the stone. “Take this thing back,” she urgently commanded.
Chloe took the stone back and quickly got it safely back in its box. “I… think… uh, you made it so people who aren’t ‘nice’ can’t have long blonde hair and big boobs.”
A horrifying thought filled Karyn’s head. “Does that mean… everyone ‘nice’ got…”
“I don’t think so? See, Victoria’s over there beside Sarah. She’s still got dark hair.”
“Ah… So just us?”
“Seems like it.”
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Walking home, Chloe couldn’t help but be mad. Karyn had been careless, and it now had left her with some changes. Was this what Grandma Barbara had intended? To suddenly give Chloe even more weight on her chest and a big shock of blonde hair?
Chloe couldn’t wrap her head around why Karyn would even say that; she was beautiful before. Her hair had been lovely: the shade of red complemented her eyes and skin tone stunningly. She didn’t even really understand the part about boobs—in Chloe’s opinion, Karyn’s were plenty, but of a perky shape and fullness that one didn’t see in bigger boobs.
Did she really feel inadequate?
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Karyn was just as angry with herself as Chloe. She couldn’t believe she’d said those things out loud, and to Chloe, let alone done so while holding the one thing in the world that could make it worse. She could feel the extra weight of her new boobs bouncing slightly as she walked. It wasn’t so different from her normal… just a bit more movement, but it was also a reminder of her mistake.
Ever since she had started dating Chloe, she had become more aware of the attention Chloe got from her figure. It wasn’t just Sarah. It was every time she saw a low-cut top distract a man, or even when it happened to her. Watching Chloe during volleyball, she often found herself distracted by Chloe’s chest. She even understood exactly how a guy might look at Sarah and like what he saw. She didn’t understand how he could continue to want anything to do with her once he saw how she acts.
A little bitter voice in the back of her mind wondered how many situations might have gone her way if she had been bustier. Well now she could find out, but she wasn’t pleased by that fact.
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