Disclaimer: I do not own thou most holiness. Ah well, there's always my next incarnation.
----------o(O)o---------
The next morning, I awoke with groggy eyes to the gentle sound of some form of pop music radiating from the living room. After a couple of minutes laying still in a vain attempt to fall back to sleep, I realised where I was and sat bolt upright.
I was almost surprised to find I wasn't tied to the bed or something, and glad that I felt no pain in my body. This, however, made me more suspicious - now that my mind was clear, I could see the strangeness of what had happened the night before. Why had I been so happy and relaxed? It certainly wasn't my usual nature. I resolved to question Jess as soon as I saw her.
I couldn't find my clothes, so I had no choice but to stay in my nighty for the time being as I marched fiercely through the house looking for the woman. To my utter surprise, there was no one home. The music had obviously been left on as a sort of comfort to me for when I awoke, but in this atmosphere it seemed almost scary. I staked out the source of the noise and pressed the big, shiny silver button labelled 'off' on the front of the expensive CD player.
I couldn't leave in my nighty, so with a determined glare at nothing in particular I found my back into the room I had slept in. It was strangely drab, in ordinary colours with ordinary furniture. The bed wasn't made, of course. The curtains were shut, but when I opened them the view I was treated to was a rubbish truck picking up the week's leftovers. They were pulled closed again.
When I opened the cupboard door, I realised with dismay that none of the clothes would even think about fitting me. Jess was a lot taller, skinnier and more top-heavy than me, so they'd be too tight in some places and too loose in others. I stepped back, holding up a bright green top with a black design on the front. I puffed up my chest, standing sideways on to the mirror, trying to work out if I would fit into it. It was a no-go. With a dejected sigh, I went to put the top down - then froze halfway.
In the milliseconds that tiny action took me, my chest had grown. It gave a whole new meaning to rapid growth - they were now as large as Jess'. In the same instant, I seemed to have shed a couple of pounds. It took me a moment to remember the reason for this - it had to be the same thing that caused my horn to disappear. I hadn't given it much thought since then, the whole thing overshadowed by my misery, but now a grin spread across my face as I realised the possibilities. I began to lift my nighty over my head, when a noise at the front door stopped me. I shoved the top back into the cupboard and ran to the bed. I had just replaced myself under the covers when I heard a high shout.
"Salla?"
"Yeah?" I replied, sitting up. Jess walked into the room, dressed in a plain black skirt, a baby pink top and impossibly high shoes. I smiled nervously at her. "Yes?" I repeated.
"You feeling better today?" she asked, stepping closer. I saw with mild amusement that her ankles wobbled slightly from the enormous height. I nodded. "Good, because I have a lot planned for today. Would you like some food? Or drink?"
"No thank you," I said quickly. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, you must be! You have to have breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day. You'll not be up to much if you don't," she said, a lecture I had heard before after falling asleep in my lessons at school a few years ago. "Have a croissant. I insist."
What harm could a croissant do? I smiled and stepped out of my bed, wrapping my arms around my chest as I realised with horror that my body still had the rather over the top chest for my size. She took it for shyness, something I possessed a lot of as it were. When she turned to lead me into the kitchen, I dropped my arms and concentrated - within a second, my body was back to normal. I checked in the mirror, just in case my horn and stripes had decided to join me again. They hadn't.
"Come on!" she called.
------o(O)o------
The day passed quickly and without much interest. She took me to town to buy me new clothes after forcing me to put on a baggy t-shirt she found and a one-size-fits-all stretchy denim skirt. I felt like an idiot, but wasn't about to say anything.
I returned to her flat with bags full of stuff. I had no idea at that point how she got that much money, especially as she had told me that she was currently unemployed. Perhaps she was the sole heir of some rich man somewhere who'd recently kicked the proverbial bucket.
When we had eaten, I glanced at the clock. It was ten to seven and the sun was already nearly completely set. I saw Jess watching me again, and I glanced at the cup of water I had just drained. A spark of suspicion flared inside me as I sat down on the chair I had relaxed into the night before.
"There's someone coming over tonight, and I want you to entertain him," she said, her voice calm and cool, but I heard a little quiver somewhere in it that showed that she wasn't looking forward to asking this. "Its kind of payment for letting you stay here."
"What sort of entertaining?" I asked, suspicious. "And who is he? If you want payment, I'm gonna leave. Money, I could do, somehow. Anything else just ain't gonna happen."
She fell silent for a moment or two, and I suddenly wondered why I was so worked up about it. Hey, I could even make a new phone. I felt my muscles relax, starting at my toes and ending with my frown, leaving me with a happy, warm buzz. I shrugged.
"He's a bit older than you," she finally replied upon seeing my posture change dramatically. "He's visiting. You can entertain him however you please, and I'll be out. I have to see someone."
"Oh, fine," I sighed, smiling faintly. "I don't mind. Could be fun!"
"Just the attitude I look for. Sit tight, I'll fetch him now."
----------o(O)o---------
The next morning, I awoke with groggy eyes to the gentle sound of some form of pop music radiating from the living room. After a couple of minutes laying still in a vain attempt to fall back to sleep, I realised where I was and sat bolt upright.
I was almost surprised to find I wasn't tied to the bed or something, and glad that I felt no pain in my body. This, however, made me more suspicious - now that my mind was clear, I could see the strangeness of what had happened the night before. Why had I been so happy and relaxed? It certainly wasn't my usual nature. I resolved to question Jess as soon as I saw her.
I couldn't find my clothes, so I had no choice but to stay in my nighty for the time being as I marched fiercely through the house looking for the woman. To my utter surprise, there was no one home. The music had obviously been left on as a sort of comfort to me for when I awoke, but in this atmosphere it seemed almost scary. I staked out the source of the noise and pressed the big, shiny silver button labelled 'off' on the front of the expensive CD player.
I couldn't leave in my nighty, so with a determined glare at nothing in particular I found my back into the room I had slept in. It was strangely drab, in ordinary colours with ordinary furniture. The bed wasn't made, of course. The curtains were shut, but when I opened them the view I was treated to was a rubbish truck picking up the week's leftovers. They were pulled closed again.
When I opened the cupboard door, I realised with dismay that none of the clothes would even think about fitting me. Jess was a lot taller, skinnier and more top-heavy than me, so they'd be too tight in some places and too loose in others. I stepped back, holding up a bright green top with a black design on the front. I puffed up my chest, standing sideways on to the mirror, trying to work out if I would fit into it. It was a no-go. With a dejected sigh, I went to put the top down - then froze halfway.
In the milliseconds that tiny action took me, my chest had grown. It gave a whole new meaning to rapid growth - they were now as large as Jess'. In the same instant, I seemed to have shed a couple of pounds. It took me a moment to remember the reason for this - it had to be the same thing that caused my horn to disappear. I hadn't given it much thought since then, the whole thing overshadowed by my misery, but now a grin spread across my face as I realised the possibilities. I began to lift my nighty over my head, when a noise at the front door stopped me. I shoved the top back into the cupboard and ran to the bed. I had just replaced myself under the covers when I heard a high shout.
"Salla?"
"Yeah?" I replied, sitting up. Jess walked into the room, dressed in a plain black skirt, a baby pink top and impossibly high shoes. I smiled nervously at her. "Yes?" I repeated.
"You feeling better today?" she asked, stepping closer. I saw with mild amusement that her ankles wobbled slightly from the enormous height. I nodded. "Good, because I have a lot planned for today. Would you like some food? Or drink?"
"No thank you," I said quickly. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, you must be! You have to have breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day. You'll not be up to much if you don't," she said, a lecture I had heard before after falling asleep in my lessons at school a few years ago. "Have a croissant. I insist."
What harm could a croissant do? I smiled and stepped out of my bed, wrapping my arms around my chest as I realised with horror that my body still had the rather over the top chest for my size. She took it for shyness, something I possessed a lot of as it were. When she turned to lead me into the kitchen, I dropped my arms and concentrated - within a second, my body was back to normal. I checked in the mirror, just in case my horn and stripes had decided to join me again. They hadn't.
"Come on!" she called.
------o(O)o------
The day passed quickly and without much interest. She took me to town to buy me new clothes after forcing me to put on a baggy t-shirt she found and a one-size-fits-all stretchy denim skirt. I felt like an idiot, but wasn't about to say anything.
I returned to her flat with bags full of stuff. I had no idea at that point how she got that much money, especially as she had told me that she was currently unemployed. Perhaps she was the sole heir of some rich man somewhere who'd recently kicked the proverbial bucket.
When we had eaten, I glanced at the clock. It was ten to seven and the sun was already nearly completely set. I saw Jess watching me again, and I glanced at the cup of water I had just drained. A spark of suspicion flared inside me as I sat down on the chair I had relaxed into the night before.
"There's someone coming over tonight, and I want you to entertain him," she said, her voice calm and cool, but I heard a little quiver somewhere in it that showed that she wasn't looking forward to asking this. "Its kind of payment for letting you stay here."
"What sort of entertaining?" I asked, suspicious. "And who is he? If you want payment, I'm gonna leave. Money, I could do, somehow. Anything else just ain't gonna happen."
She fell silent for a moment or two, and I suddenly wondered why I was so worked up about it. Hey, I could even make a new phone. I felt my muscles relax, starting at my toes and ending with my frown, leaving me with a happy, warm buzz. I shrugged.
"He's a bit older than you," she finally replied upon seeing my posture change dramatically. "He's visiting. You can entertain him however you please, and I'll be out. I have to see someone."
"Oh, fine," I sighed, smiling faintly. "I don't mind. Could be fun!"
"Just the attitude I look for. Sit tight, I'll fetch him now."