Prisms of Change -- The Blue Orb

         Linda smiled as she brought the fist size blue orb into her dorm room. The willowy brunette had been astounded by the demonstration she'd seen of the Orb's power, and she couldn't wait for her room mate to get back to try it out. She probably should have passed her time waiting by studying for her History of the Ancient world class... but some how, she just couldn't make herself focus, even if it was on one of her favorite subjects. So, instead, she spent the time rummaging through her clothes, looking for something... fitting to wear on this occasion. Not that she really owned much of note. The best she could say was that at her height, nearly five foot ten without heals, any skirt she wore appeared both shorter than it really was, and showed the only truly notable feature she possessed; her stunning legs.

         Her room mate of course, was another story. Kaitlin was another brunette, but there the similarities pretty much ended. Where Linda was tall and slender, Kaitlin came to barely five foot four, and filled every inch with curves. Both girls were good students, but while Linda brought home honors and was poised to graduate with highest honors, Kaitlin simply passed her classes, putting in just enough effort to breeze through school and save her time for parties and more important things... like her boyfriend of the moment.

         No sooner, of course, had she thought of Kaitlin than the other girl entered the room. “Hey Linda,” Kaitlin said in musical tones. “What's with the funny rock?”

         “Oh this?” Linda said, fighting to conceal her glee. “You probably won't believe me till you've tried it, but it's a magic rock that lets us trade things.”

         “Trade things,” Kaitlin laughed. “Okay, I'll borrow your magic rock... and you can borrow... my sweater that you like so much. Seriously, how much did you pay for that thing?”

         “No, silly, its not for trading things you own. It's for trading things you are. Here, you really have to see it to believe it, so I'll explain, and you can try it. And if I'm wrong, you can laugh at me and tell everyone in the quad what a loser I am.”

         “Okay then string bean, let's get with the explanation and the demonstration then.”

         “All right, it's simple enough really. You think of something of mine that you want, and I think of something of yours that I want. Then, we both touch the orb, and we trade. It can be anything. Height, weight, attitude, lifestyle... anything you can think of, we can trade. The trick is... we have to trade the same sort of thing. So, I can trade say... my height for your height.... but I can't trade my height for... let's say your singing skills.”

         “Okay string bean,” Kaitlin sad, shaking her head. “Let's say I buy it. So I just think of something, and we trade that thing?”

         “Yup,” Linda nodded enthusiastically. “So are you ready to try it?”

         “Sure. What the heck. I'll humor you. So what do you want to swap?”

         “Breasts,” Linda said in a rush. “I want to know what it's like to be that insanely busty.”

         “Ha,” Kaitlin said as she reached out and touched the orb. “If you want these monsters, you're welcome to them. My back could use the break,” she finished, thinking of how much lighter Linda's breasts would be on her.

         “Wow,” Linda said, staring down at the deep valley of cleavage her breasts formed. “You weren't kidding Kaitlin, these things are massive!”

         “Oh my god,” the formerly busty girl gasped, hands flying to her bra-less breasts. “It really works, it really fucking works!”

         “Yup,” Linda said, hefting her new endowments and marveling at the weight. Bra-straps the likes of which she'd never felt pulled firmly at her back, supporting the wonders and pushing them up into the scoop neck of a shirt she'd never have dared to wear before. “Wild isn't it?”

         “Yeah... we'd better trade back before anyone sees though. I'd hate for Mark to drop by and wonder what my boobs are doing on another girl.”

         “Oh, don't worry about it,” Linda said, placing the orb on a small table between them. “As far as anyone outside this room is concerned, you've always been an A-cup. So your boyfriend won't even notice that anythings different. And people will think that I've always been... what are these anyway?”

         “Custom. I think the last time I got an official measurement, I was a 34-G, but sometimes, I wear a 32-H instead. Or, I used to.”

         “Wow. Double wow.”

         “Yeah. So, about trading back?” Kaitlin pressed.

         “Fine, if you really want them back. You can have them back. I thought we could have some more fun first though. Besides, I thought you were glad to have a load off for a while.”

         “Yeah, but... when you've had them for so long, they sort of become a part of who you are, you know? I don't feel quite like me without them.”

         “Oh, I get it. We can fix that I think. But only if you want to keep having fun with this. If you want them back, I'll give them back and we can stop.”

         “Well,” Kaitlin said hesitating. Looking down at her chest, and for the first time in... years, seeing something other than her own cleavage... feeling something other than the strain in the shoulders, it was sort of a relief. “Okay, so what do you have in mind?”

         “Well first, let's even a few things out, physically. Hips, butt, legs... I feel top heavy enough that I think I'm going to tumble here, and that's not a good thing.”

         “Oh, okay. But... if we're trading that much... how about height too?”

         “Um... sure, why not. Ready?” Linda asked, touching the orb.          

         “Yes,” Kaitlin said, thinking of Linda's long, sexy legs and her overall slim figure as she touched the orb. Blinking, for a moment, Kaitlin thought her friend had vanished, until she looked down, and realized she'd been looking over Linda's head. “Wow, this is just... really, really... cool.”

         “Isn't it?” Linda said, running her hands over her now stunning curves and smiling at the sight of her friend as the new 'string bean.' “So this is what I was thinking. The Orb is supposed to be able to trade roles and things like that too. And you were saying you were used to always being the busty, curvy one. So, I was thinking. I'll touch the orb and think about being the party girl that you are, and you  touch the orb and think of being the kind of girl that I am. It should make you feel right about how you are now. And then, after I've had a chance to party it up a bit, and you've had a chance to relax from the party scene for a while, we can swap back. How's that sound?”

         “Yeah, sure, that sounds like it could be a kick.”

         Touching the orb, the room seemed to flicker around the two young women as photos changed, along with the contents of closets, purses, and a multitude of other items changing to fit the girl's new life style.

         “Wow,” Kaitlin marveled, looking over the stack of books that had appeared on her desk. Her entire side of the room had changed, becoming neat and organized... just the way she liked it of course. Linda's side of the room on the other hand, looked like she'd only been present long enough to bounce from one event to the next, discarding last night's clothes in favor of something fresher, but obviously things outside the room were far more important than anything in it.

         Further observation of changes was interrupted by a knock at the door and the call of a familiar voice. “You decent in there babe?” Mark asked, moments ahead of opening the door anyway.

         “Mark!” Kaitlin cried in shock at his lack of manners. “What if I'd been changing in here?”

         “Oh, sorry Kaitlin,” Mark said looking somewhat sheepish before turning to Linda. “So, you ready to get going babe?” He asked, offering a strong hand to the slightly stunned Linda.

         “Oh, sure,” she said, standing and marveling at how her head barely came to Mark's chest. His strong, strapping chest that he held her so close to. “Um, I'll be back... some time Kaitlin. Don't wait up or anything.”

         Too stunned at the sudden loss of her boyfriend, Kaitlin could only stare as Linda slipped the orb into a pocket and left the dorm, arm in arm with Mark.

         “Oh, Mark,” Linda asked as soon as she neared the edge of campus and the heavily wooded park that bordered it. “You play baseball right?”

         “Yeah, center field... but you know that babe.”

         “I know,” she said, pulling the orb from her pocket. “I was just wondering... how far into the woods do you think you could throw this?”