This choice: Angie wants to impress Danny with a better body. • Go Back...Chapter #6Angie wants to impress Danny with a better body[1] by: LeFrenchFox   Angie couldn't believe what she recorded just moment before could become truth.
The petite brunette nerdy girl could be dreamer, a geek who could wish a world of fantasy (like in books, comics or video games she played) would be real, but she was also just too Cartesian and rational-mind to know such thing as words having physical and literal effect on matters could NOT be possible by any law of Sciences.
"Am I hallucinating?", Angie asked and recorded to the dictaphone.
Nobody answered her.
But it wasn't like she actually expected some Divine intervention to answer her. No, such thing as someone or something answering her questions didn't happened. What happened though, was a voice in her head, her own (or was it?...) telling her that "NO", she wasn't hallucinating at all. And even if the skinny girl couldn't tell how or why, she was 200% sure that, in fact, she wasn't hallucinating, despite knowing she was being given no evidence or actual certainty of it, weirdly. She just "knew" it.
This was impressive!
How far this unbelievable thing's powers could go? Angie's curious and geeky mind wanted to find out with some test.
"My... carpet is the color it was 5 minutes ago." she recorded... and noticed it was still black.
"Does this means this thing now considers that my carpet had always been black?..."
"My previous records about my carpet are removed." Angie's carpet suddenly took its white color Angie always remembered.
"I see...", she said, thinking of something else to test this amazing device's "intelligence".
"I never had a carpet!", the teen girl recorded, seeing her carpet popping out of existence, as expected, immediately followed with "My carpet is black" again.
Angie heard the sparkle but couldn't see any change. No carpet coming back to its place. The record had no effect.
Or so she thought for brief seconds as she felt a localized tingling in her petite body...
Looking down to her panties, she noticed, all surprised and embarassed, some "fluff" stuffing her little bright white thin panties from inside.
The brunette didn't had to look explicitly inside her cute little panties to know what was going on as the front of its partially-translucent white fabric was getting darker and darker shades and she could feel a thicker layer of fluff filling and slightly pushing forward her panties.
She watched it red-faced for the short time this awkward moment lasted, until she saw, emerging from the sides of her "stuffed" white panties the thin but clear lines of pubic hair... black pubic hair.
"My carpet is black, I said... Oh my god...", Angie said, watching her brunettes pubes having not only flourished but also turned a full raven-black color, realizing that the dictaphone was opened to some... varying interpretations...
Of course, it has to happened, thought Angie. She hadn't an actual carpet anymore when she voiced that her carpet was black.
So, filling the gaps, it seemed the dictaphone just interpretated her words with the closest meaning it could have when speaking about "her carpet", considering the english language...
Peeking a view to her little privates, Angie's face turned red even more, looking at the contrast between her dark-as-night velvet and her pale white skin. She felt like a japanese character from one of these numerous hentai you could find on the web...
She indeed had now a "black carpet"...
"I guess I'll have to trim it a bit...", she said to herself, all embarassed, despite being alone, "Or I could just use this d-..."
*VRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
Suddenly, a very loud but brief motor sound coming from outside interrupted Angie's train of thought.
Looking through the window of her bedroom on the second floor, she could see Danny on the frontyard apparently checking his lawnmower or something...
He had already finished mowing their lawn (what an efficient job!) and was probably about to going away.
Looking at the younger boy, Angie started to thinking about how nice he had been.
"Danny didn't even thought about keeping this unbelievable dictaphone...", the petite brunette girl said to herself, readjusting her glasses from habit, looking at the short but kind and happy boy down there on her frontyard.
"Despite knowing the power of this incredible thing... or at least having an idea about it... he still gave it back to me as if nothing.", Angie said, remembering that Danny did records on the dictaphone. And at least one of them would have made him clearly aware of the device's power and potential.
How many people would have pass on such incredible opportunity? Would have she given back the dictaphone if she had been him?
Angie, all polite and well educated she could be, wasn't even sure... And yet, that's just what Danny did. Give it back to her without a doubt the most incredible and unbelievable thing ever. To her... to Angie Marsh.
Probably a sign of respect at least ONE person that wasn't either her mom, Helen Marsh, or her bestfriend, Lucy McMillan, had for her...
No... It's SURE a sign of much respect, considering the obvious value of this dictaphone.
Everyone boys and girls around her age either ignored her, pitied her or bullied her... But not Danny. Danny was respectful to her...
Something very unusual for Angie the flat, skinny, petite geek and nerdy girl...
"I... I should thank Danny...", the brunette thought. Recognizing that her life might quite surely take a much better turn from now on thanks to this magical dictaphone, and it was thanks to Danny who could have been a douchebag, like everyone else, and kept it for himself.
Angie felt ashamed that she didn't even immediately thought about thanking him properly.
"Oh god, i'm such an asshole.", she shamed herself, like the insecure girl well knew how to...
"I wonder if..." , Angie asked herself, looking at the dictaphone.
* * *
Knowing that Danny was about to go home, Angie hurried herself through the house, the dictaphone in her pocket, rushing the entrance door and quickly came back to Danny, who was turning back with his lawnmower, ready to go home.
"Danny, wait!", Angie soft little voice called.
"Uh, yeah, Angie?", calmly answered Danny, turning around to face her with a kind smile.
The 2 teens were nearly face to face.
That's when Angie could be remembered that Danny was about the same height as her, at 5'0 (1,52m).
There sure wasn't much people from her school as short as she was, even more among the boys.
Of course, Danny being a couple years younger than her had something to do with it. But it was giving Angie even more practical reason to connect, on a personality side, with him.
"What is it?", he asked innocently, before Angie's curious brief silence.
"I, uh...", softly said Angie, ".. Sorry, i'm quite a bit shy." she said, stating the obvious, feeling a bit stupid to be shy, even to a boy younger than her.
"Uh, okay... Well, i'm quite shy too myself, haha, i know this too." the smiling boy answered, a bit confused but amused by the girl's awkwardness
"I just wanted to say... That I didn't thank you properly... For, you know, giving back my stuff."
"Ha.. yes. The dictaphone.", Danny said, scratching his head, "Oh, well, that was the right thing to do, right? haha", he said, now a little embarassed himself.
"Well, yes... I guess.", Angie said, "But not everyone would've done this, because... you know... I'm just "flatty little schrimp Angie Marsh" nobody respect...". She paused, setting a little awkward moment.
"So, well, anyway... Thank you...", she said timidly but convincingly.
"Heum, yeah.. sure! You're welcome Angie!"
"You did the right thing to do... So, well, it's my turn to do the right thing to do!", the petite brunette girl said, wanting to show the same respect Danny gave to her, despite having nothing forcing him to.
"Haha, okay!", Danny giggled, amused, not knowing what Angie had in her mind.
"Danny", Angie said, suddenly in a more solemn tone, "I know that you know what this thing does...", she said, showing the dictaphone in her hand. His surprised expression in his eyes giving her confirmation.
"And I want to use it to give you something to thank you..."
"And what something are you thinking about?...", Danny asked, now more intrigued.
"I actually know of one thing you... want... The dictaphone told me..."
"What are you ...?"
"I asked the dictaphone to know if you were in love for someone. And I know you're not. But I also know you're a bit fond of.... me", Angie said, blushing hard.
Danny was startled.This sure was something nobody knew! Even himself wouldn't much address this, but yes... yes, Danny had a thing for the geeky skinny shy insecure girl before him.
"H-how ?!", Danny first reacted, taken by surprise, even though knowing how : that dictaphone...
"*cough* Which is... uh, a bit strange, because... The dictaphone told me you're into... big girls...", Angie said. The shy girl knowing perfectly that she doesn't really match the definition, for sure... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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