This girl seems sweet, but you really can't afford to risk anything more happen to you - you have to go and see the wizard as soon as possible.
You feel overwhelmed by nerves - you're still shocked at what has happened to you, and this girl - as cute as she is - was making things worse, being clearly intimidated by someone she'd just met. It was actually quite annoying - you'd like to have a conversation with someone as attractive as the pigtailed girl was, but she's far too shy to have a proper conversation. Is this how all attractive girls feel, you wonder to yourself?
"Listen, I'm going to have to go," you say, noting the sense of rejection that's clear in the girl's face. "But I'll talk to you tomorrow, or whenever I next see you." The look on her face - she clearly doesn't believe you. She thinks you're just making excuses to get away from her. It's a look of embarassment, of rejection - of someone who expects to be rejected, and feels stupid for even trying.
You felt really guilty - you've felt like that once or twice, and it is an awful feeling. At least she was brave enough to come and see you, you think. If your dream girl suddenly appeared to you, would you have the confidence to start talking to her? Could you make yourself push through that fear?
You think, holding your manicured fingers gently in front of you (as there's nowhere else to put them) of what you can do to make her feel better.
"I mean it." You speak more softly than last time, and instinctively rub her arm in reassurance. "I appreciate you coming out to check on me, and I'd love to show you round town."
She smiles as you say this, clearly fighting back the tears. She's a little shorter than you, maybe four or five inches. A bit of your hair has flopped down in front of your eye as you lean in to reassure her. With your other hand, you flick it behind your ear, noting the smell - strawberries, or peaches - something fruity and feminine. It reminds you of what has happened to you, and you feel even more embarassed, blushing even more, and renew your determination to get to Spells R Us.
"I feel s-so embarassed, I'm b-b-being a t-t-total d-drama queen." She could hardly look at you as she spoke, she kept looking shamefully at the floor. "I c-c-came out here to see i-if you're okay, just the w-way you ran out..."
"I'll be okay," you squeeze her arm, softly, and smile as you say it.
You need to come up with some excuse for running out, "I've just gone through some changes in the past few days, and..." you clutch for something, "Right before I ran out, I had some bad news I wasn't expecting."
"A-anything serious?"
"I'll be okay." You smiled as you said it - you hoped it was true.
Taking your hand off the girl, you look yourself up and down - the arm you are pulling back to yourself is long, elegant, with transparent nail polish, you're wearing a medium length black skirt, ending just above the knee, with your legs bare below that. You can feel a slight breeze. Your tanktop is black as well, with quite large breasts (though you weren't used to looking at them from this angle), and your stomach felt tighter, more toned. You're wearing a white belt, though you can only see the sides, your breast obscure the front of your lower body, and you haven't the experience to know how to look round them.
Suddenly you realised you were checking yourself out, and remembered you had to get to the Mall quickly.
"I've got to get going," you say, "But I'll look out for you tomorrow, come over and see me if you see me first." She nodded in agreement. "In fact, I'll tell my brother to keep a look out for you as well, his name's Elliot Barnes."
Hopefully you'll be back to yourself by tomorrow, and while she may not be attracted to you in your male form, she was still cute enough for you to enjoy her company. Besides, being attracted to a girl who didn't feel the same way was hardly anything new, was it?
"I'm A-april. April Sutton." You have to come up with a name of your own...
"Sally. Sally Barnes."
You smile at her, and she smiles back, nervously, shyly, like she can't believe her luck that such a beautiful woman wants to spend time with her. There's a tension between the two of you, you can feel her checking you out, and you're suddenly more aware of your new femininity. You can feel a stronger wind blow across your legs, your heart is beating quickly beneath your breast, your cheeks are blushing, and your lips seem almost to be itching to kiss April. You lick your lips - softer and larger than you are used to - and look at April's. You think how good it would make her feel if you placed your hand on her chin, gently drew her near and gave her a....
You break away, mid-thought.
"I've got to get going." As she nods, you squeeze her, tightly, your breasts just above hers, and feeling bizarre between the two of you. They might even be bigger than Penelope's, you think to yourself, before tearing yourself away.
You run off, to leave before you're tempted to turn back, looking over your shoulder only once, from a distance.
Your hair flops across the whole of your face as you turn.
Her cheeks are redder than a tomato, and she's grinning from ear to ear.
Bizarre as this experience is, you enjoy having a prety girl fancy you - it isn't all bad.
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