Candi bounced along when she caught the smell of smoke. She found a girl in a small clearing. The girl was pale as a ghost with black makeup, giving her a dark, moody appearance. Her hair was poorly dyed black. The black jewelry was covered with spiders and other icky stuff. She glared at Candi as she approached, blowing smoke in her direction.
“Hi, I am Candi,” She introduced herself.
“I’m Night Owl,” a sneer formed on her black lips. “Now that we know each other, why don’t you fuck off!”
“Smoking isn’t good for your health, and you look pale. I think you should spend more time in the sun. You could be so pretty. I bet it would make you happier.”
“Yeah, some sun and a happier attitude would do me good. It is too hard to give up cigarettes, Melons. I guess you should just be on your way, so you don’t get second-hand smoke. It might stunt the growth of your chest.”
“Thanks.”
Candi didn’t detect the sarcasm dripping from the Goth’s words. The bountiful blonde moved to the edge of the woods and decided a wish was for such kindness.
“I wish she wouldn’t smoke anymore and get in the sun more so she gets a good tan,” Candi said. “I wish she would be happy, healthy, and have a big chest like she wants.”
Cassie, Night Owl, was glad the intruder was gone. She started to put the cigarette to her lip, but she wondered why she had it. She didn’t smoke. Putting it out, she stood up. Her skin darkened to a deep bronze. The black hair dye flaked off from her hair, vanishing in the air. Cassie’s sun-kissed hair became platinum blonde. New makeup and jewelry appeared on her. Her small chest started to push forward against her cheerleader top. Cleavage formed into vast valleys, and the shirt lifted from her chest. The shirt was tight and revealed underboob.
Her mind was fuzzy for a moment. Why hadn’t she wanted to come to cheerleader camp? She was so happy here. Everyone was so friendly. The beach was great, she couldn’t wait to do some sunbathing, though things would be better if they could invite the football camp across the lake over. Perhaps she could give them a flash of her boobs. She was certain that would make them happy, and perhaps they could make her happy; she giggled.
