Disastrous Wishes
Disastrous Wishes
Maya wiped at her face, smearing the last of the tears on her cheeks as she gave up on any sympathy from her parents. It wasn't her fault she was so late getting home! Why couldn't her parents see?
There was a bump on her head and the coin that caused it for proof! But rather than listen to her explanation or bother to look at the swollen lump in her hair, they had focused on their own anger. Maya's tardiness was no more than an excuse to start another of their arguments. Their shouting voices pushed her out of the kitchen, down the stairs, and into her bedroom.
She touched the knot on her head. Even gentle pressure caused her to wince. The coin, tossed from a third story window, hit with enough force to knock her out. She laid in the alley for at almost two hours before she woke up and scurried home. It didn't help she'd been so groggy she walked halfway to school before realizing she was going in the wrong direction.
The coin twinkled at her from her desk. It cared as much about her plight as her parents. At least it had an excuse—it was just a stupid coin! "Couldn't they listen to me? Just this once?" Her voice grew more frustrated. "It's like I don't even exist! Like I'm some sort of excuse for them to be 'parental'! To fulfill some obligation to what their social circle expects!"
With a sigh she picked the thing up and peered at it. It was the first time she'd gotten a chance to really look it over—it was dusk by the time she had gathered enough of her wits to walk home—in the right direction.
It was kinda pretty in a dark and dangerous way. One side had a dragon—the Europe-kind with bat-like wings not the tiger-snake Chinese things—attacking a tower while the other depicted a town being destroyed by a tornado or something. There was writing around the edges in some language she had never seen before but looked decidedly fantasy-ish.
The angry growling from her empty stomach matched the mood she sensed from the coin. With another sigh—the sigh of unfairly treated girls everywhere—she put the thing back on her desk while she searched her room for any snacks. Her parents were fond of exiling her to her room without dinner so she had long-since taken the precaution of hiding junk food around the place.
Feeling somewhat better after a couple swiss rolls and a bag of BBQ potato chips Maya returned to her usual 'sent to her room' routine. She did her homework, did a little reading, got ready for bed, and stared dreamily at her Serenity McBride memorabilia.
A fashion model turned actress, Serenity was a rising star in nearby Los Angeles and far away Toronto. Even better, Serenity lived only a couple blocks away in a stately, sea-side estate. Every bit and piece of memorabilia Maya owned was signed by the actress and there were, even better, a couple of photos of her standing next to the starlet.
Maya looked longingly at her favorite. Since the photo only showed them from shoulders up there was no sign of the bench Maya was standing on to give the illusion the two were the same height. It had been so windy that day that their hair was tossed about, Serenity's honey-blonde and Maya's muddy auburn mingling together.
She loved the photo so much because it was difficult—at least in her mind—to tell she was just some scrawny kid shining in the glow of a gorgeous celebrity. Usually when she looked at the photo she wished Serenity were her mother, or that they were best friends, even sisters. She would wish for anything that would take her away from parents that were more worried about status than they were about love or caring.
This time, though, her usual ruminations were interrupted by that golden coin pressing into her elbow.
"Oh," she muttered, remembering the events earlier that evening. She picked up the coin, smiling wryly at it.
"As much trouble you've brought me," she told the dragon, "the least you could do is bring me a little luck." She paused and considered a moment. Nope. Didn't feel any luck bubbling up.
Her eyes turned to the photo. "I wish I were like you so everyone would treat me like an adult instead of a little girl!"
Maya's fingers clutched tightly around the coin as this time she did feel something! Her's eyes widened as she felt a lot of somethings.
"Wha—what's happening?" She could barely speak, her breath came in gasps. Her eyes swam and she room moved around her. The picture seemed to slip away from her, the wall tilting crazily.
No! She was slipping away from it! She was growing taller!
And growing in other ways as well. Her legs were lengthening, pushing her back in her chair as her feet were forced against the wall under the desk. Both desk and chair were sized for a girl, not an adult woman, and in seconds her chair tipped over and spilled her out on the floor.
She didn't notice however because she had more pressing problems. Much more pressing! She had been ready for bed in a sleep-shirt and shorts. Both of which were now much, much, too small for her. Maya moaned, trying to breathe as her shirt painfully constricted her upper body. As her torso grew and her bust filled out the shirt, its vice-like grip made her feel like a sadistic python was trying to crush her ribs. How could summer-weight cotton be so strong?
If the pain from her upper body was slowly driving her unconscious the reaction down lower was pushing her in the other direction. Her buttocks had filled out just like her bust, changing into a shapely bottom that, for all its lovely proportions, was simply too large for the simple shorts Maya liked to sleep in. The seam of her shorts was forced between the cheeks of her ass and around the front with the cloth wedged deeply into her labia.
As Maya squirmed and flailed her arms and legs in panic her world became focused on two contradictions: pain—incredible, mind-numbing pain—from her chest and driving, insatiable pleasure—of a sort she had never felt before—from below her waist. She felt her body moving, hips jerking spasmodically as her hands clawed first at her shirt then the shorts.
She couldn't breathe, her vision narrowed to a small section of the ceiling as her hands started jerking the cloth through her suddenly very adult—and very willing—sex. A few moments later she felt something else she had never felt before as an orgasm rioted through her body. Her back arched, ribs creaking painfully, as she—impossibly—sucked in a breath that was let out in a long, low moan as her shirt finally tore.
The sudden relief from the pain caused the burning, star-swept currents of passion to rise even higher in a cascade of sensation that drove her thinking, aware and conscious mind into retreat. All she felt was a need, a desire which she didn't know how to sate. Her body knew, though, and wet shorts were pushed aside and down, legs twisting, as fingers replaced cloth.
She was so busy breathing again that she wasn't at first aware of what she was doing. By the time her mind noted the movement of her hands she was long past caring. Not even when she realized she was rubbing herself down there with the cool presence of that coin!
Serenity had long-since determined that there were two cardinal rules to becoming a well-sought actress. The first was to take a situation—any situation—and figure out how to turn it to her best advantage. The second was to act quickly and decisively—never hesitate and—for fuck's sake—never let anyone sense indecision. In the film and modeling industry, people were nothing more than humanoid vultures and sharks. The industry may have once been filled with lions and eagles but she had yet to meet one.
Even with her determination, decisiveness, and drive to succeed she admitted her current situation—just maybe—was more than even she could deal with. She was, she thought, probably in shock. She was looking at herself in the mirror but her mind just couldn't grasp what her eyes were telling her.
Instead of a tall, willowy frame of near-proportional perfection she was used to seeing, her mirror was reflecting a gawky, adolescent body. Her mane of glorious blonde hair—every bit of it natural by God!—was now shoulder-length auburn. At least her nose was cute, she couldn't help but notice. In fact, as little girls went, she was now very cute. Even adorable. Somewhat lithe, in a way, without a trace of baby fat despite her age. Naked, dripping with water from the hot tub—thank God she was alone!—she was very much the image of the nubile nymph. In fact, she guessed she looked just lik—“Motherfucker!”
Serenity gasped as the realization crashed into her consciousness. This body! It looked just like that girl that lived in those condos down the road! Or her body was that girl! Did that mean—did that mean that girl now had her body?
Err... “My body? Does she have my body?” Serenity took a breath—and tried to ignore the sense of loss as no heaving bosom accented the shift in her chest—and tried to marshal her thoughts. What did she know about that girl?
"Her name... Megan? No, something more oriental sounding. Maya. Yeah, her name's Maya and she lives nearby in some condo. Where is it? Oh, yeah. It'll be in my address book. She's in my fan club and sends me stuff all the time. Taken pictures with her. Her mother is a real bitch and her dad a real shit head in that ever-so-polite 'look we belong in high-society' sort of way."
Serenity frowned, for the first time realizing that even though she liked the girl, even sympathized for her since her parents were so obviously worthless, she really knew almost nothing about her. Just that. . . just that. . . "I guess I was using her to feel good, in my own selfish way, as her parents." The conclusion effected her more profoundly than she expected. How could she treat the girl so callously?
She nodded to herself, determining to change that if she could.
"My God," she whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror again. "I almost forgot what happened."
She swallowed, sincerely hoping she wasn't becoming used to her current state.
"I need to find her." Serenity decided.
"Need to talk to her and find out just what the fuck happened." In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but giggle at the impropriety of some nine year old girl swearing like a sailor.
She looked over her shoulder at her walk-in closet. "What the fuck am I going to wear?"
What she ended up wearing was a black t-shirt and mini-skirt that, on her old—her own!--body, would have been scandalous anywhere but a California beach party. On Maya's girlish frame, though, the ensemble was almost demure. Even then, she had to wrap a belt around the skirt to keep it from falling off her hips. Tossed over one shoulder was a small backpack with a change of clothes for her real body. She realized when looking for clothes to wear that if Maya really was in her own body right now the girl would be having just as much trouble with wardrobe issues.
She bit her lip, a nervous habit she had broken herself of as a teenager that seemed oddly appropriate for this body, as she peered through some bushes at a bedroom window in the rear of the complex. She had found Maya's address on one of her letters easily enough, and was pretty sure she was looking at the right window. At least it was on the ground floor. She eased herself through the shrubs to get closer to the window, giggling softly to herself all the while. Who would have ever thought the training she'd received from that old Marine captain on the set of "Return of the Amazon Assassins" would actually come in use?
"Tip-toe tip-toe through the woods we go," she whispered to herself. She eased up to the window and quickly discovered with her new height, she could only see the upper half of the room's walls and the ceiling. She wasn't tall enough to see anything lower!
Serenity muttered a curse under her breath as she eyed what little she could see of the room. It was enough to confirm she had the right room, at least. Even in the dim light of what must have been a desk lamp or side lamp the dozen Serenity McBride posters were easy enough to see.
"Wow, she even has that stupid pre-proof poster from Saigon Seven." She couldn't decided whether to be amazed or embarrassed. "Those things are supposed to be worth hundreds now." All because of a bit of nipple and a way too much of her thigh showing.
All that aside, she had more important matters to worry about. Serenity glanced around, looking for something she could stand on for a better view of the room. Much to her surprise she found something almost immediately as she nearly tripped over a plastic box thing. She wondered if it was a bit of memorabilia from one of her movies, not realizing that the plastic crates often used for storage around the set were quite common in the "real world." One milk crate later, she was looking at her body.
"Through the looking glass," she murmured, suddenly feeling a bit like Alice. She also felt a bit embarrassed, though the source of the emotion was difficult to pin down. The reason was obvious, however. Her body, presumably with Maya inside, was laying sprawled out on the floor of the room. Serenity could see sweat glistening in the light of the lamp off her body, the tattered remnants of a shirt about her body's neck, the red marks on her boobs where that shirt had crushed skin before it finally tore, and her hands lodged in—Hey!
Serenity stared, just a little shocked. "What the fuck?” A blush turned her new face red. “The first thing she did was masturbate? Damn!"
She knocked on the window, trying to wake Maya up without being so loud as to give notice to anyone else in the condo. Last thing she needed was Maya's parents to walk in and see Serenity McBride laying naked in their little girl's room! Though she had to admit she looked damn good. And was that gold she saw glinting from between her legs?
"Damn, girl. You're too young to have a gold-plated vibrator! What were your parents thinking?" Serenity giggled. Then giggled again. She tried to stop, but the hysteria finally escaped from the last, straining finger-tip grip of her self-control. Her giggles turned to sobs as she collapsed next to the window. What was going to happen to her? To them?
It was a wince of pain that brought her out of her funk. She felt at the back of her head as she regained her composure, wondering where that little bump had come from. "Okay, Serenity, get a grip," she murmured. She stood back up on the crate and rapped at the window again.
Five minutes later she had determined that must have been one hell of an orgasm since her body was still out of it.
"If—no, when!—I get my body back, I'm keeping that vibrator!" Though she knew that couldn't be the only reason. She was pretty sure part of her body's present state of unconsciousness had something to do with the bruises on her torso.
"Managed to keep my masochistic side a secret from everyone and some girl figured it out that quick?" She tapped a bit louder at the window. Serenity was really starting to worry someone other than her body would hear.
Great, just great. As if there weren't enough rumors about her sexuality going around after that expose detailing how all her movies had strong female costars.
"I like dick," she told her unconscious body. "I love fucking. I just like my hands a lot better.” As silly as it was, she felt a bit better after admitting the truth to—ironically—herself. "There. Now you know. Feel better now—Finally!" Her body actually moved.
Serenity watched herself stir, first legs shifting, then a twist of her head. Her fingers paused at the window, silent for a moment as she had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch herself wake up.
"Damn, I'm sexy." She felt a tremble rise in her lips as her heart raced.
Then, noting the rising panic inside the room, she gently knocked at the window.
"It's me!" Serenity sotto-hissed. Trying to be loud enough to be heard through the window without the rest of the condos noticing wasn't easy.
"Common... you... No, don't look at your hands like that... No, don't worry about it just open the win—Oh, God. You licked my fingers."
Serenity shivered as she watched her body nuzzle her hands. Was she becoming aroused? Could a body this age become aroused? She used to know what aroused felt like, and she was feeling something mighty powerful right now. But whatever it was, now was not the best time to explore the matter. Just like now was not the best time for Maya to start exploring her body!
"Damn it! Maya!” Serenity rapped her knuckles solidly against the glass. She couldn't help but feel more than a little satisfaction at the startled expression that came over 'her' face as Maya looked at the window. Satisfaction with undercurrents of envy, confusion, and what may have been lust.
Maya started to stand but a wave of dizziness had her falling back to her knees. She felt her new face blushing bright red as that coin fell to the carpet with a solid thud. Swallowing, she approached the window, moving on her hands and knees, as she made out the silhouette of a young girl. Could that be... could it be her?
Serenity saw something fall to the floor, but it was quickly hidden from view by a shapely leg as the woman crawled over to the window. Confusion, shyness, desperation, and hope scurried across the woman's features. Serenity felt herself watching in wonder.
"If I could learn to express like that," she thought, “I could pick any film I wanted." The smile that grew on her girlish lips was genuine enough, even though it warred with her own emotions.
Fingers fumbled at the window for several moments as Maya forced the latch—supposedly child-proof—with fingers longer than she was used to. Finally it clicked open and she pushed the window aside. She tried to say something but words died as she found herself looking at... herself. Not even an hour ago she was in that body. That body was hers. She stared, dumbfounded.
"It's me," her body was saying. "I mean, you. I... Damn! I'm Serenity McBride. You're Maya, right? This is your body and you have my body. How the fuck did this happen?" Serenity tried to ignore the powerful combination of scents that were drifting through the window from inside the room. Salty, musky, all the scents of her own body made all the more powerful because she was smelling them with a virgin nose.
"I... I don't know," Maya answered. It was the first time she'd said anything in her new body and... she didn't sound like she thought she would. But then, her own body didn't sound right, either. Was that really her voice?
"This is so confusing,” Maya whispered. “Who is I and you is me? Gah! We don't sound right!”
"Voices?" Serenity prompted. At Maya's nod she smiled. Something in this madness she could handle. "It's because of how the ears work. We don't really hear our voices through our ears, we hear our voices through our bones and muscles and stuff. Like being inside a guitar instead of outside. Understand?"
The girl, the real one, nodded that naturally-perfect chin.
"Good. Now we need to figure out what happened," Serenity said.
"The coin!" Maya gasped. "It had to be the coin!"
"What coin?" Serenity started to ask, but was interrupted by a voice inside the condo.
"Maya! You're grounded, little lady! Turn off that Serenity movie and get to sleep if you're done with your homework!" Both Serenity and Maya froze at the voice. Then Serenity's hand shot out to cover Maya's mouth before the wrong body replied. “Yes, Mom! Sorry! I'll turn it off right now!”
"Lights out in 10 minutes and no arguing!" came the woman's voice again. Serenity couldn't help but sneer at the petulant tone. The two girls could hear footsteps moving back up the stairs beyond the door.
"Randolf! Why do you encourage her to worship that two-bit actress? It'll come of no—" The complaint ended with a shut door. This time it was Maya's turn to clamp a hand over the suddenly-furious actress' mouth.
Serenity stared into her own eyes as adult feelings, attitudes and perceptions warred with a prepubescent body's innocence. The shock of that hand over her mouth drove her anger away in a split second. She was breathing in the musk of her own arousal from those fingers, tasting it on her lips. Her heart beat madly in her chest as what she wanted to do warred with what she should do. This was wrong. So very, very wrong.
She forced her hand to drop from Maya's face, feeling with some relief Maya's hand leaving her lips. But not before her lips parted and her tongue licked against one musky finger.
Maya gasped and withdrew the hand even faster. "Why'd you do that?" The adult-girl felt a strange tightness in her throat. And an unfamiliar thrill elsewhere.
"You were doing it earlier and seemed to enjoy it." The reasoning sounded weak to Serenity's ears.
"Besides. Why shouldn't I? It's my hand." she giggled. She watched with fascination as her body blushed in a way she didn't think she had in years. Then remembered about irate mothers.
"Quick, get the coin thing and get out here. I have some clothes. We'll go back to my place."
"Okay. Are you sure that's what you said?" Serenity asked Maya. The girl nodded. The first rule they'd established while walking back was be be sure not to use the "W" word. Serenity also refused to touch the coin, just in case. The movie industry was a place full of wishes that rarely turned out the way people intended. She'd handle that fire only when she was good and ready.
It sure is a lot easier to concentrate on the problem now her body was wearing clothes, Serenity decided. And wondered if she had always had this much impact on people or if it was something to do with being in Maya's body. Or the situation. Of course, she'd always had a lot of confidence in her ability to control and manipulate others. But it was a blow to her ego to realize that it wasn't her personality as much as she thought. Her body was much more of an asset than she realized.
And, right now, someone else was in control of that asset. And the girl wearing her body had a childish, innocent air about her that added an amazing allure. Serenity shook her thoughts out of her head. Perhaps the "treat me like an adult" part was causing her to have very adult-like thoughts about Maya's current body.
"It seems like a simple enough Genie-thing," their current code for wishing, "so why did it turn out so... strange? Why give me your body? Why do bodies at all instead of personality." She frowned at the coin, resting on the kitchen counter. They had wiped it off but it still smelled faintly of her pussy.
"There's too many questions." Serenity's mind was full of conflicting ideas.
"It's dangerous," Maya said.
The girl was shy, but willing to talk. And, even more important from Serenity's view, the girl was willing to think. Serenity had expected a number of things from her local fan, but intelligence wasn't one of them. If things worked out, maybe she could get her agent to represent her. And if things didn't work out… well, maybe her life wouldn't be a complete disaster.
She frowned. Disaster. She looked from the coin back to Maya.
"Yeah, I think that's it," Serenity said. "It is dangerous. . . the images on the faces are about disasters. One is natural and the other is… umm…"
"Magical," Maya supplied. She smiled at Serenity's answering nod. Then the girl frowned. "But we have to try something. This just isn't right!"
Serenity perched her girlish rump on a stool in front of the counter. "Okay. I'm betting because of all this disaster—the side with the dragon reminds me of a Tarot card, I think it's Ruin or something ominous—that just trying to reverse or fix the w—the genie-thing won't help us."
"So, we work with it. Like a messed-up script when the movie has been halfway shot. Sometimes all it takes is to actually talk to the writer, even if he is a complete ass."
She started to reach for the coin then stopped. With a little chuckle she undid the belt holding up her skirt and tossed it aside. “Wouldn't want to break my hips or anything." She nodded, looking at Maya.
The two smiled at each other, then both swallowed in unison as Serenity once more reached for the coin. Look for the most advantage, she thought to herself, then make your decision quickly.
"I wish I could have my body again in any way possible!"
She looked down at her chest and waited a second. Several seconds. Maya said it took a while for the change to finish but. . . . Nothing. Then Serenity felt a chill run down her spine as behind her Maya gave a strangled gasp and stammered out her name.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered. She didn't want to turn around, but knew she had to. In a quiet recess of her suddenly terrified mind, she thought, "Now I know how to act in those scenes when the heroine looks anyway."
Throat dry, she turned. And felt her breath whistling out of her mouth in her own, girlish version of a strangled gasp.
She froze for a long moment at the sight then hurried to help Maya. She almost tripped as the loose skirt slipped down her legs.
"I'm sorry!" Serenity was nearly in tears. She kicked her skirt to one side. "So very sorry. I didn't think you would have to worry. What's it doing to you?"
Serenity's body writhed on the couch, hands scraping first at shirt than at the loose cargo shorts. Suddenly Serenity realized her breasts—Maya's breasts—had grown larger. The bra, she realized, and struggled to help the woman's body out of it. Damnit, most of her lingerie front-clasped. Why did she pick a more sporty bra?
Desperate, she reached under the shirt and grabbed the straps at Maya's shoulders, she yanked them down over her shoulders before forcing the cups aside. The too-full curves inside pressed at her hands.
Breasts free of the suddenly over-tight bra, the two worked together to pull off the shorts. It turned out to not be the shorts as the primary problem, but the confining panties. The thing inside smacked against Serenity's face when she pulled the struggling fabric away. "Hane's Her Way" was no longer appropriate.
Serenity fell back in shock, landing painfully on the coffee table. Her eyes traveled the length of the body sprawled before her. It was her body, much like before, but now different. Breasts had grown at least two cup sizes, nipples along with them, distorting the shirt's fabric. Which seemed to be growing damp.
"Lactating?” Serenity's voice squeaked as she tried to sit up. Her eyes moved lower. They didn't have to move far. Her old body was now equipped like a horse with a scrotum to match.
"What does this have to do with my wish?" She felt tears at her eyes.
Her mind scrambled, looking for answers, only finding a fleeting confession outside a window. She liked dick and liked to fuck, but liked her own hands a lot better. Her body now had a dick, which was growing ready to fuck, and the way Maya was looking at her, her own hands would be very active.
"But what does this have to do with my wish?" Despair welled from deep inside, the moment's panic breaking through the control she exerted the last few hours.
That thing was fully erect now, reaching the underside of those larger breasts. The end of it added slime to the darkening areas of cloth.
"Don't!" Serenity's eyes locked on Maya's, pleading. Her voice ragged with sobs. "Don't do it! It's too big!"
Her voice rose, though the pounding in her chest was taking her breath away. "That thing is too big!" She was terrified of what that thing would do to Maya's little body. At the same time she was desperate to find out. Her thighs were wet, a pool of slick fluid collecting on the table below her butt.
As Serenity's body rose up, leaned towards her, then reached out to her, Serenity not only found herself unable to flee but unable to control herself. Her breathing quickened as her legs spread wide and her hands reached to caress her own body which was sweeping her off the coffee table and down to the floor.
The last thought in her mind, for a long while: "What does this have to do with the wish?"
Then her consciousness was swept away leaving only pure, raw, emotion behind.
Two Years Later
Maya, her name was Maya now, sighed with bliss as expert hands rubbed lotion over her back. She was lazing in the topical sunlight on their island—a small island, sure, but all theirs—bought when she had Serenity—who used to be Maya—sell her ocean-side estate and other properties.
It had been a hectic couple months at first as the two of them diffused the disastrous situation. Things had mostly worked out alright. Though her former career was shot to hell. Or, rather, Serenity's career. They had a new career now, which was just as amazingly sordid as it was illegal in many countries.
But with most things that were illegal, there was a market. And they also had a business which would cause a legal ruckus once news got out. But their clients were very discreet so it would be years more, at least.
In the meantime, she was content in a way she had never dreamed she would be before the coin entered her life. Truth to tell she loved being pampered, and she was very pampered now. Spoiled, even. But that wasn't her whole life. The rest of the time she was getting her brains fucked out by Serenity.
It had taken a couple months before she figured out the results of the wish. And a few more to find out for sure she was right. Nine, to be exact. Another reason to leave the country: it is very difficult to hide a pregnancy in a body so small. Difficult enough just to keep the prenatal care quiet. The ultrasounds alone were enough to throw her doctor into fits. Good thing Doctor Sandra—who was now applying sunblock to a place on Maya's body there was very little risk of the sun shining—loved the island and its decadent lifestyle as much as the rest of them.
Maya opened her eyes to slits, peering out from under her sunglasses along the beach. Serenity was playing with a couple of their daughters not far away, the high-pitched squeals of laughter ringing pleasantly in the tropical air. The first time she had given birth was to twins. The second time to triplets. For a while she had been worried about the progression continuing, but this time it looked like twins again. Each birth was, while not painless, at least free of complications. She wasn't too surprised. It seemed the wish wanted her to be bound to her old body as long as possible. Other than the changes brought on by pregnancy, Maya's body remained exactly the same as she'd been two years ago. Not even a stretch mark. She didn't even lactate. That, it seemed, was the purpose behind Serenity's other change. That and the hugely endowed hermaphrodite was equipped for all sorts of kinky sex. Another way she "had" her own body.
She smiled at the sight of the girls frolicking at the edge of the surf. Each one was a perfect replica of Serenity's old body, down to the exact proportions. Like Lilliputians they were scaled down to a small size. From their progress so far, they would continue growing into replicas of her former body.
She now had five of "her" bodies, with two more on the way. And who knew how many after that.
She closed her eyes again. Sure those wishes had destroyed her previous life, robbed her of her body and career, and ruined her relationship with her family, friends, and peers. But it turned out her two cardinal rules for acting worked well enough for a life of topical luxury, depravity and ecstasy.
Which reminded her, Sandra was still being too indecisive about where to put her fingers. Time to encourage her.
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