This choice: One of the jocks in the hall makes fun of Emily/James • Go Back...Chapter #7One of the jocks in the hall makes fun of Emily. by: Mr. George   You hear Ms. Ling's voice inside your head.
"If you want an easier... Well, another option, you can become a majorette."
Emily looked around, dipping her head to see beyond Grace, hunting for the source of the voice. But she knew it was inside her head.
"Of course." the voice chuckled with malicious glee. "There's a price too."
Unsure if it'll work, you purse your lips, not wanting to speak out loud, not wanting Grace to think you're insane. You try and project your thoughts back to her.
"Yeah... Yeah..., I'll have to wear the damned mini-skirt and march everywhere."
It's hard to control, to know what you're sending.
But, you do hear, a laugh echoing around inside your skull.
"Oh, yes. You'll certainly have to wear an eye-catching skirt, but I wasn't thinking of that. I'll take that as your answer, Emily."
Swallowing, nervously, unhappy her thought had been taken as consent. She stood up, ready to protest, forcing Grace to take a step backwards. Through the frosted glass of the changing room door, the shape of a head was visible. If you had to guess, Cole.
But, before you can react, the world, twists and spirals dissolving away from coherence. With a sickening dizziness, you find yourself unknotting into a gym. The weights machine, all unattended. You stand there, in a dark blue leotard.
Ms. Ling's ethereal voice, "Now, you have to work to get the body you deserve. Laziness, will not be tolerated."
Still unsure, what's going on, what's expected of you, of anything. She gives you another clue. As you feel your body warm... The heat focusing rather embarrassingly a warning against sudden growth.
Message received and understood. You crash your ass down on one of the machines. Your scrawny arms extending as far as you can reach for the bar.
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The feeling of your own petite new body, your vulnerability too clearly outlined for you. Straining, you manage to pull it down.
"C'mon Emily, you can do better than that."
A hot flush races through your body, it's intense wave centred in your stomach... No, your waist, a crack from your pelvis confirms the correction, as you feel your hips widen, your ass gaining extra pounds. The extra heft, giving you a curvier, a fuller, humiliatingly still a firmer ass.
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Looking at the weights, you see it's only one 5lb block on the end. You can barely shift the lowest setting.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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