Part 3; see first part for information.
Entry: Mar 19
Part: 3
This next part is what happened today. (That's right, I'm writing this at night—what better time to hide stuff from people?) See, I've got a friend, Seth, who's a couple of years older than I am. He graduated last year from Phalos High, and he's been spending the time until next fall working under a small business as a telephone handler, to help pay for his planned four or more years of college. After school Carlos had to go run some errands for his mom, so I decided to go visit Seth at work on my way home, to relieve doldrums. Turned out he got the rest of the day off today, starting just about when I walked up to the place (how weird is that?), so he said he'd walk with me to chat a little.
“So, I haven't seen you much the last couple of months,” I said. “Not since New Years. How are things with the job?”
“Well...let's say I'm looking forward to college, Kael.”
I remember thinking 'this, the job you absolutely loved for six months straight'...but didn't say that. Instead: “Wow, that bad?”
“I just don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything anymore. It's not that I hate my boss or those professionals that work with him...I'm just getting annoyed with how they pretty much ignore me. The customers on the phone have the usual range from friendly to demonic, of course...I guess I just feel underappreciated. I don't want a raise, know they can't afford it anyway and there's no reason for one. Just an occasional friendly nod, pat on the back, 'hey, great, you're doing your job' would do. You know?”
I did the natural, semisarcastic thing then, of course, and patted his back a couple of times. He paused in his walk to give me a halfway grin. “Thaaanks. Ha ha.”
We started to move forward again, two or three steps, and he suddenly stopped. “Whoa.”
“What is it?” I said, looking around. There wasn't anything...and then I thought, wait a minute, there was nothing around. There we were on the sidewalk, without any other people, no cars, pets, or anything. The closest houses even had thick blinds drawn. I began to suspect where this was going, and didn't like it a bit.
“I don't know...my back feels..warm.”
“It is spring, you know.”
“I know..not like that, though. It's like...aah, I'm not sure how to describe it. The kind of warm, fuzzy feeling a kid gets hugging a brand new teddy bear. And it's spreading..aah...”
What I could see was his button-down shirt starting to get tighter, especially on his stomach. And I knew for a fact Seth wasn't nearly as thin as he looked now..
I could hear his voice occasionally, making slight noises, could hear it slowly rising in pitch, but I was more focused on what was happening to his body. Now his khakis were getting tighter around his thighs—not shrinking themselves, as I could see his hips quickly expanding, and his bottom rounding out. They did shrink quite a bit on his legs, and at the top, between them—I was quickly able to see something that wasn't there anymore.
My attention was suddenly and inexplicably drawn to Seth's face. I could see the bits of fuzz he hadn't been able to shave with his electric razor this morning suddenly retracting, leaving its skin entirely smooth; the whole thing then shrank in, his lips turning a shade of red I was sure could only be achieved with lipstick. Then his hair—oh, this was weird—shot out, growing down easily to the small of his back, past that to the top of the round bottom, and turned a shade of light purple as something red—a scrunchie?—tied some of it up in the back.
“Ah...whoa... That was, a push.” I was startled by Seth's voice, now a smooth, mature alto. I was going to ask or wonder what..she..was referring to when I noticed bulges appearing under the now quite-tight shirt. Suddenly the shirt's buttons popped off, starting at the center and going up and down, exposing a good bit of the slender neckline, flat, taut stomach, smooth skin..and most importantly, a black, flower-patterned brassiere that had probably been Seth's undershirt before, and was now filled quite completely.
Blushing, she gingerly traced her neckline, touching some of the skin on the new breasts. “Wow...R-real...
“It all feels so....wonderful....” After a moment, she looked back up at me, as if noticing me for the first time in the last few minutes. “Kael...don't tell anyone about this, alright? I've been..Sarah, alright?” I nodded dumbly. I had a lot of questions, and objections, too, but...I felt stuck.
She ran off, toward her house. After a moment I shook myself off, and ran to my own house. I sat through a normal supper to get to writing this...hoping it'll help my sanity.
I called Carlos after I got home, and invited him over for lunch. My parents will be out tomorrow, most of the day, so I'm going to tell him. I just really hope I don't wind up in some kind of loony bin.
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