This choice: "Remember it's Justin." Jenn assured them. "Soon to be Justine!" • Go Back...Chapter #6"Remember it's Justin. Soon to be Justine." by: Mr. George   As the smoke rose and danced. They started to doubt their own sight, as the images scattered. Even Jenn was no longer sure it wasn't a hallucination. Her head pounded, and she wondered if there was something in the fire to make them see visions.
By, the end of the evening, all of the participants was giggly and amused. Casting suggestion after suggestion to burn up in the small fire.
Once things were too giggly, the party started to break apart. As a couple of girls headed home, another asking for a lift. Jenn, Kate and Suzy were the last ones left. Tossing a canteen of water over the remains of the fire, and another to extinguish the embers. Jenn's eyes were streaming by the end, as she hugged her friends.
Shaking her head, at the idea she'd ever considered them rivals, enemies... That she'd ever allowed Justin to tell her, what others were thinking, or planning.
Each of the girls headed home, as Jenn picked up the book. Even if it wasn't real, it was a nice looking edition.
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None of the girls were giving it much thought, as they woke the next day. Headaches from the smoke, and the dregs of drunken excess made coherent memories hard to form. It felt more like a release, of tension, and shaking off of any vestiges of his influence.
She headed off to work, eager to show her disinterest in Justin, or his stupid games. None of them needed to play, needed to justify their opinions or place in the office.
She nodded a hello to Suzy, when they met in the elevator. From her flinch, she guessed that she too had the same migraine. Kate too, had a sorrowful look, as she sat behind her reception desk. A fake, pained smile plastered to her face, ready to greet the visitors.
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However, Jenn's frown deepened, as she felt her thoughts shuffle and adjust. She spotted a woman, another secretary she had to guess. But, as she straightened up, she waved to her. Just in case, she waved back. But, she didn't recognise her. Maybe a new start being friendly, or someone had told her what Jenn looked like.
Her thoughts continued to shuffle, until it hit her. That gorgeous secretary was Justine. She tried not to stare, but the impulse was too strong. As she gazed in fascination, the barest traces of Justin were visible.
It was clear their little experiment last night had paid off, and in a big way. Jenn hissed in empathy, as she took in Justine's incredible bust. So, firm, but also too full, and bouncy, with everything looking natural, rather than enhanced. The sheer size screamed that it had to be artificial. But, it was all flesh, all real. Well, if magically summoned breasts can be real.
A smile split her face, magic was real, and she could use it. There was a slightly vacant look behind her eyes, an innocence... a stupidity that she tried to disguise with an open smile. Memories struggled, various suggestions and pieces of paper burning up. She recalled 'cock-sucker lips', 'need to please', and more that she couldn't. She knew if Justin still existed, he'd call that a rack, or titties. At that size, TITS, seemed to be the only term that applied. They were too obvious to be called simply a bust, or bosom.
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Certainly, she'd never be the athlete that Justin had been. That rack would threaten any energetic movement. As she bent to pull a folder from the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. It was clear that Justine, had the ass to balance those tits.
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She snapped a few quick pics with her phone, sending them to Suzie and Kate!
The speedy replies, showed that they too recognised this unfamiliar woman. Some instinct informing them, that Justin was now her, was now Justine. Jenn struggled to recall what else had been burnt up, what other adjectives, observations, suggestions were sacrificied to the fire.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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