This choice: She decided to visit one of her old crushes, to show off her new improvements • Go Back...Chapter #4She decided to visit one of her old crushes, to... by: Unknown Greta stood in the middle of the room, in all of her naked glory, as she tried to decide which boy she should drop in on first to show off her beautiful and sexy transformation. A few boys sprang instantly to mind. There was Mark who lived across the hall in her dorms. He was dark haired and handsome. She’d never introduced herself to him, but with her looking so beautiful now, breaking the ice might be very fun indeed.
There was also Charlie, her first ever crush. He was studying over at OSU Getting to his campus would be a breeze with the ring. It could be fun to show him all the fun he had been missing out on with old “fatty Grettaty” after all these years. Maybe they could have a wrestle for old time sake. And since she had successfully wished him onto her campus she could just wish him back to his own dorm and try again from scratch.
A more devious thought even entered her mind. It might be fun to drop in on her older sister Miranda and see how she was coping with newly married life. They’d never gotten along well, but since Miranda was now living with her husband and facing the responsibilities and hardships of adult life, now might be the best time to pop in and rub it in her face that she was now a beautiful, fun-loving, carefree and newly omnipotent teenager. She’d always had a bit of a crush on Cliff, her sister’s partner. Flirting shamelessly with her big sister’s husband right in front of her big sister’s nose? That would definitely be fun.
Who should I visit first? she wondered.
“Decisions, decisions, decisions,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Greta looked around the room for a source of inspiration. She noticed the crumpled up romance novel at the foot of her bed. The women in the story were SO lame. They’d just sit there, writing love letters, waiting for their Prince Charming to come in and sweep them off their feet. The girls never took the initiative in any of these books. It was never the girls who rushed in to lift Prince Charming of his feet. She only read them for the steamy scenes. But if she was a character in one of those stories, she’d be FAR different she told herself.
With the ease that her new-found super-strength afforded her, she tore the romance novel in half, then into quarters and then into eighths. Possessed by an amusing idea she stuffed all 200 torn pages into her mouth and chewed them up. She laughed as her cheeks bulged with the churning paper in her gob. The papers became wet and mulchy as her saliva washed over the pages and she chewed them furiously as if the stodgy clump of chewed up paper was the world’s largest piece of chewing gum.
She could have swallowed the clump of wet pages if she wanted to; the wish she had made earlier about being able to eat anything without ever getting sick, meant that she could now completely digest anything she pleased. This was a pretty useless “superpower” but it still made her feel powerful nonetheless.
Instead of swallowing the clump of pages she made a hocking sound and then pursed her lips and spat the chewed ball of pages across the room. The sticky ball of paper, which was about the size of a baseball, hit her front door with a heavy wet thump and it stuck there. It was probably the world’s biggest spit ball.
“Now that’s what I call PULP fiction!” said Greta with a giggle. She looked around. “Dammit, why is nobody ever around to hear me when I make a funny joke?”
“I heard it,” said the ring.
“Then why didn’t you laugh?” said Greta.
“Well... My sense of humor is... different... to yours,” said the ring stoically.
Greta walked across the room. She found a blue M+M on the floor and popped it into her mouth as a force of habit, not even thinking about her wish or the magic ring. Her limbs stretched outwards as she walked across the room. Her legs grew longer as she stretched out taller. Barely realizing the difference she grew a whole 4 inches taller, which put her up to the lofty, long legged model height of 5 foot 10 inches. She was just as beautiful an well proportioned as she had been at 5 foot 6, but now there was an extra 4 inches of her to ogle. Greta barely noticed the difference at her higher vantage point.
“Right. Okay ring. I wish I had a brand new wardrobe of nice clothes to compliment my amazing new looks and figure. Replace all my old clothes with newly sized, fashionable and hot outfits,” she said with the click of her finger.
“Easy. Done.”
Greta looked through her wardrobe. She now owned all sorts of outfits to show off her incredible beauty and fantastic figure. She had clothes for every occasion, from modest to racy, from professional to playful and from cosy to revealing.
She got dressed, quickly picking out an outfit that was suitable for paying her old friend a visit:
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