Neon Pink
by Fret Pearson
* * *Part 3: A Struggle and a Solution
While waiting for Janey to call, I played with my new nipples. I couldn’t keep my fingers off of them. In the mirror, they looked kind of like angry strawberries, but they were warm and electric and stretched like firm elastic when I gently pulled on them. They felt incredible! They, and my new aureolae, were so female that my former chest seemed masculine in comparison, though I would have given anything to get it back. The wider aureolae filled my chest! They made me think of those moths that develop big fake eye patterns on their wings to protect themselves from predators.
Rolling and squeezing my nipples was addictive; I had to force myself to stop. I tried wearing a shirt, but that just made it worse. Bare-chested, my huge new nipples throbbed in a weird way, just enough to keep me from forgetting about them. Even when they hurt they still felt good, and part of me longed to take a long bath and slip my fingers between my legs...
There was no way I could go to school with perpetually erect nipples! My reputation would be ruined faster than I could be called to the principal’s office—which would be pretty fast the way these stupid things stuck out.
Janey had to have found my replacement note by now. I had given her strict orders to go home immediately after school. She seemed compelled to read the notes. But did my note have a chance of turning her back to normal? It hadn’t done a thing to me. But then again I knew it was fake; Janey didn’t.
I still knew deep down inside of me that I should be out there finding men and pleasuring them. What would men think of my new nipples? The thought made them ache for attention. I pictured myself in the principal’s office, leaning against Mr. Klein’s desk and thrusting my chest forward. “But sir, I’d just do anything to keep from being expelled.” It might have been funny if it didn’t seem like such a good idea.
Earlier today, doing all the tiny helpful things for the guys in my classes and the male teachers had kept my mind at ease. But alone in my room there was nothing to relieve the tension. It didn’t seem fair that Janey was neighbors with a peeping tom and I wasn’t!
The phone rang just before six o’clock and as usual I answered it before anyone else. My mom and stepfather usually let me get it because they both know that 95% of the time it’s for me anyway.
“Mouse, I was going to come over but I wasn’t sure...” It was Rob. “I mean I think this is kind of an awkward situation, I’ve always thought of you as a friend and- No wait, that’s not what I wanted to say. What I mean is, do you—”
“Rob, what are you talking about?” I said. It was good to hear the sound of his voice. “I’m trying to keep the line free, but maybe you could come over?” I caressed a nipple with just the flat palm of my hand. Well, I thought, it’s too late. I just invited him so if he comes over there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Sorry. No, I guess we can talk at school tomorrow.” He hung up. I felt both relieved and disappointed.
I started planning what I was going to wear tomorrow. I suppose it was just as well that I hadn’t gotten my dresses cleaned yet. If tomorrow was as warm as today was, I was going to look like an idiot wearing a sweater. Or two. But how else could I hide my nipples? I shuddered at the thought of wearing something plain and baggy. I disliked sweaters even before part of me started thinking like a teen princess (which I guess is another way of saying “snooty fashion snob”).
My mother and stepfather were laughing at something on TV. His big booming laugh was really attractive. I imagined I could feel it resonate in my lungs, vibrating my boobs. Even if he was my stepfather, he was a man. There’s no way I could let my mother know the new feelings I had for her husband. If she found out, I’d kill myself. Brainwashed or not, I couldn’t handle it. But you know you’re in trouble when you spend fifteen minutes seriously considering ways to secretly sneak into your parent’s bedroom while they’re asleep and give your stepfather a nice slow handjob. (If I did it in the dark he might think it was my mom.)
Finally it was past nine o’clock and I couldn’t wait any longer. I picked up the phone and dialed quickly. Janey’s mom answered.
“Sorry Keiko, Janey can’t come to the phone right now. I’ll tell her to call you back, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
Janey never did call me back. I would have called her again, but somehow I knew my decoy note had failed. And what do you say to someone you trapped in a bathroom stall all day? Instead I took a hot bath and drowned my nipples in bubbles and fantasies. I always thought women who cried out like Meg Ryan during sex couldn’t possibly be sincere, but for the first time in my life I found myself moaning and panting and wishing harder than I had ever wished for anything that a man was on the other end of my ecstasy.
Here’s how I was able to cover the hypersensitive strawberries on my chest: I put on my silk chemise, then my tightest bra. Yes, I wore the bra over the chemise, which I think is illegal. In each cup I folded a small handkerchief. They kind of “rounded out” the mini-mountains of my nipples. Kind of. The silk of the chemise felt nice and cool for about two and a half seconds, then it got warm and started to itch. But it was the best I could do. I wore a thick T-shirt over the bra and chemise, then a light sweater, and finally a huge thick baggy one that my aunt bought me because she lives in Phoenix and has no idea what styles I like. I had to pseudo-hem up the sides like a pair of pants, because otherwise it hung down to my thighs and looked like an Indian poncho. To top it all off, I slouched slightly. The ensemble made me look thick, like a linebacker or eskimo. Of course I wore a skirt (shorter than usual) so at least I could show off my legs.
Friday morning was pure torture. But there was no way anyone without X-ray vision could tell I had breasts, let alone monster nipples. I was briefly reminded of wearing my first training bra, ages ago, sitting in the living room and watching TV and nobody except me (and my mom) knowing I had it on under my T-shirt.
I left the house early and walked to Janey’s street. Unless by some miracle she was back to her old self, the least I could do was order her to stay home all day. Flashing and posing for Mr. Beergut all day would be preferable to anything she could do at school. I waited fifteen minutes by the bus stop on the corner before she finally came out. “Janey!” I called. “Wow!” She was wearing a new dress, short but still very stylish with plenty of ruffles and purple glitter around the bust. I felt a prickle of jealously as she skipped toward me, looking so beautiful. Still, she was wearing a healthy amount of lipstick and way too much perfume, like yesterday.
Well, no surprise. Somehow I had known the replacement note had failed.
“Keiko! Do you like it? I went to the mall yesterday.”
“It’s... fantastic!” Her cleavage bounced slightly as we began walking to school. In the sunlight I could see a sheen on her chest that reminded me of summer camp and insect repellant; I realized that she had sprayed all the perfume onto her boobs.
“I had so much fun at the mall,” she said. “These college guys were telling me what to do in the Food Court and touching me and I made them so happy!”
“That’s... great.” For them, I thought.
“Hey, did you hear Rob and Cindy broke up,” I said, trying to change the subject.
“I know, isn’t it cool!” she exclaimed. “He finally realized he could do better than her. If things with me were back the way they were before, I would be so all over him.”
“Wait, Cindy dumped him,” I said.
“That’s not what I heard.”
Who dumped who? If Rob had broken up with Cindy, could it be a coincidence that he did it just as Janey was becoming more and more... available, so to speak?
“My parents want me to see a doctor,” she said.
I realized suddenly that I had been so worried about my situation at home that I hadn’t thought of what Janey’s might be like. “Have you...” I wasn’t sure how to ask her, or even what I wanted to ask her.
“Well, they don’t understand that I’m a slave for real. They thought it was a joke and they thought I hit my head or something—actually I don’t know what they thought. And I know they don’t want me pleasuring men and that’s a huge problem because that’s all I want to do. Of course I can’t tell them about the notes, or about what I’m becoming. I tried to fuck dad but he got so pi—”
“Janey!” I almost screamed. “You can’t say things like that. Not even to me!”
I realized that I had yelled a bit more harshly than I had intended. She stopped walking and started to sniffle. “If I can’t talk to you... if I can’t... well who can I talk to?”
Like I had seen someone do in a movie once, I caught a tear out of her eye with my finger before it could drop down and ruin her mascara. She blinked and I tried to think of an apology. The sun and my fifteen billion layers of clothes were making me sweat. I felt like it was August and I should be sitting somewhere with my legs propped up and my nipples under an air conditioner.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You’re the only one who knows what I’m going through. Keiko, when I found out you were involved in this poison from the arrow thing it was such a major relief. We’ve always been together and now we’ll graduate and be a million miles apart and you’ll find new friends who like writing books and I’ll find new friends who like playing the piano or whatever it is I decide to study.” She took a deep breath. “Everything’s crazy now and out of control.”
“Don’t forget that there’s one other person who knows what you’re going through,” I said. “You haven’t gotten any strange phone calls or visitors, have you? Any email? Toby hasn’t called you, has he? I think he may have called your house yesterday when you were at school.”
She was smiling at me. “No, no one. Except you.”
“He—or she—must be waiting for something. Either Johnson is spying on you or he’s waiting until after more notes, maybe all of them, are delivered. There’s got to be a reason why he hasn’t made contact yet.”
“You haven’t asked me if I got another note last night,” Janey said. She winked. “I think you already know.”
“Did you?” I asked, keeping a completely straight face.
“Yes, but it was from someone else. The color was pretty, and of course I stared at it and I was able to see that something was written on it. But it didn’t do anything to me.”
Clearly not. Why hadn’t it done anything to her? Was the magic that strong? If she was commanded to read only notes from one person would she simply be uneffected by notes from anyone else, would she magically know notes from other people were forgeries? If there was a way to inject her with more love poison, could we overwrite the previous notes?
Suddenly she hugged me. I gasped at the sudden sensation of my nipples being squashed. All I could do was squeeze the cool skin of her lower back through her dress.
“I love you, Keiko. Not as a lover or anything like that, but as a friend. You’re trying so hard to help and I don’t know if I want you to succeed because my life makes sense now and I like doing what people tell me, even if it means sitting on a toilet seat for seven hours. But when you didn’t call me last night and when the card didn’t change me of course I knew you must have put a decoy in my mailbox. I have to read the original card, Keiko, and I will get it from you somehow.”
“I did call you,” I said. “Your mother said you’d call back.”
“Really? She didn’t tell me, probably because they were mad at me. I love you so much!”
“I love you, too. As a friend.” She had to have felt my nipples burning into her. My eyes closed involuntarily and if she hadn’t released me just then I would have kissed her passionately.
“Take the bus downtown!” she said firmly, her mouth only inches from my face. Before I could react she was running away, her hands over her ears, chanting. “Take the bus, take the bus, take the bus!”
She must have seen it turning the corner when we were hugging. As it neared it began to look more and more inviting. Resist it, I thought. Fight it! I almost let it pass, but I was so hot and the thought of an air conditioned ride was so tempting that as it neared the stop I frantically ran to catch it.
By the time I finally made it to Washington High, I had a renewed interest in solving the mystery of the neon pink notes. Things weren’t as bad as they could have been. If Janey had read the latest note she’d be the one with super nipples. Actually, the poison from the arrow was much stronger in her blood, so who knows what the card might have done to her? If nothing else at least I had delayed her transformation into Johnson’s dream girl. Forgoing my sunglasses, I removed the note from my purse and glanced at it.
YOU KNOW WHAT MEN WANT.YOUR BODY IS AN ADVERTISEMENT FOR SEX.
For once, I felt somewhat clear-headed while looking directly at one of the notes! No tunnel vision, no fog clouding my thoughts! The card seemed extraordinarily bright and “sexy” (for lack of a better term) but otherwise normal. My palm didn’t even begin to tingle. The effects of the poison were almost gone. I wanted to jump for joy! Maybe this nightmare was coming to an end. The only question was, how long would it take Janey to be free of the effects? I thought back to something she had said. She had been able to tell something was written on the card I left in her mailbox. When she saw the previous ones she couldn’t see anything but their pink color. It gave me hope.
I signed into school and received my first ever tardy demerit. I never got into trouble, so the office ladies didn’t know me and even though I left school early the day before, one thought I was a new foreign exchange student. Yeah, right. I’m Keiko “Scarpetta” Tanaka and I’ve only been going here for three point eight five five years.
Toby was right about Rob and Cindy’s alibi. City Hall is definitely closed on Sundays. So if Rob picked Cindy up there, she couldn’t have been inside getting her transcript. There was something fishy about that story. And why was the old guy there yesterday? Could he have been following me?
There was only one person I could ask about him. I didn’t even bother reporting to my second period study hall because the bell was about to ring anyway. I went straight to the science lab. As soon as Mr. Lopez saw me he crossed his arms, crumpling his newspaper to his chest.
“Come to ask me about the accident again?” he said, his eyebrows lowered. He acted like I was responsible!
“No!” I said, almost defensively. “I just wanted to know who that older man was that was watching us.”
He sighed. “Mouse, let’s be honest with each other. I know you’re friends with Janey and Robert and the other students involved and I find it a little hard to believe that you don’t know Mr. Kirkwood, too. If he wasn’t so powerful I’d go to the superintendent of schools with what I know, and I don’t think you’d want that, would you?”
“I don’t know him!” I stated defiantly. “Are you saying we staged the accident on purpose?”
“Didn’t you?”
“No!”
He looked at me for a long time. Somehow I knew he was judging me, and I felt terrible that he could even suspect me of such a thing. After working together on three plays how could I have allowed him to become so disappointed in me? I felt terrible.
“Relax, Mouse,” he finally said. “I believe you.” I almost crumpled to the floor in relief as the tension drained from my body.
“I think you should talk to your friends. I’m not going to say anything about old Mr. Kirkwood around here unless someone gets me good and drunk. But I’ll tell you this: He’s a big bastard working on the city planning committee and has many friends on the school board and in the PTA. And I know for a fact that he is the one responsible for that ‘accident’ with the bow and arrow. For a fact. That’s all I’m saying, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
Mr. Lopez began straightening and ironing his newspaper with his hands and I noticed (not for the first time!) how sexy he was. It’s kind of a joke that every freshman girl gets a crush on him when they first come up from middle school. My gigantic nipples stiffened. I slouched forward slightly, just in case they were visible, as if anyone could see them under all these stifling layers. Just a few minutes making out with Mr. James Lopez would be so nice, feeling his scratchy face against my neck. If I could somehow get one of my nipples into his mouth... The things I could do for him... It seemed like such a good idea, definitely possible. If he saw my nipples he’d have to taste them. I shook my head. I had to go find a door to hold open for some freshman boys before I made an ass of myself. The bell rang.
“Oh, there’s just one more thing,” I said. “Can you get Season of Cupid out for me again? I’d like to take another look at it.”
He opened his desk and pulled out the bundle of paper with its purple mimeographed text. “I never did put it back after you borrowed it last time. Bring it back when you’re finished. No hurry.”
I grabbed it. “Oh, and you mentioned someone named Mr. Daniels before. He knew all about the bow and arrow and this play. Is he still around?”
“No, he’s off sailing the Carribean or some such thing.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now get going.”
“Yes sir!” I said, and before I even knew what I was doing I was out the door.
I scratched Mr. Lopez off my list of suspects. First his “buying champagne” alibi had checked out and now his display of mistrust toward me just made it seem really unlikely that he was behind the notes. I just couldn’t see it. Of course if this was an Agatha Cristie novel he’d be guilty for sure.
And if the old guy, Mr. Kirkwood, was on the city planning committee then that explained why he was at City Hall the day before. Though it didn’t exactly explain why he stared at me. Of course he could have remembered me from Sunday or just been captivated by my freakishly large nipples. Mr. Lopez seemed to think him directly responsible for Janey being shot. I wondered what Mr. Lopez knew. Even if Mr. Kirkwood was involved, that didn’t mean he was behind the notes. But if he was involved in the PTA, maybe he saw the 1965 performance of Season of Cupid and knew about the poison and after seeing the accident on Sunday was taking the oppurtunity to make Janey his personal love slave. No one else was old enough to have been around back then.
I walked past Janey’s locker but there was no sign of her. Jane Ann was replacing some photos on the inside of her own locker; she said she hadn’t see Janey all day. This isn’t good, I thought. Where is she? I was hot and felt almost dehydrated, so just before English class I stopped at the drinking fountain and guzzled as much water as I could.
In class I gave in to temptation and let all the guys to my left see my underwear. It was easy. I sat with my legs crossed, then innocently brushed my skirt back as far as I could to rub my pantyline, and “forgot” to cover myself afterward. Everyone from my left diagonally all the way back to the windows could see the side of my panties and all of my hip. I didn’t have to look to sense their attention, and it made me feel so good that I kept finding my hand surrepticiously touching my thigh or fingering the dark purple waistband of my panties.
I knew it was wrong, but it wasn’t like I was spreading my legs for a porn magazine or anything. Besides, I reasoned, I had to do something to make a day dressed so far down at least bearable. That meant showing guys as much skin as possible as well as keeping the airflow to my legs constant enough to offset the two-sweater heatbox encasing my chest.
My book was open to the poems Mrs. Richards was stressing, but in reality I was scanning Season of Cupid. Looking again at the play, the introduction of the cast of characters at the beginning reminded me of an Agatha Christie novel. I briefly wondered if I should make a list of my suspects in a similar style, to try and organize things in my mind.
I couldn’t find what I was looking for in the text; there didn’t seem to be any concrete information about the duration of Cupid’s poison. There was definitely no cure, in fact Cupid mentioned several times that a cure for “love” was impossible. By the end of the play, the girls were still under its effects.
- Prince:
- Cupid:
- Woodsman:
What did “ful many days” mean? As far as I could tell, it could be anything upwards from a week or more. (Assuming of course that whoever wrote the play knew the magic was real.) I probably should have skimmed the play to figure out how many days it encompassed, but I found it too hard to concentrate sitting in a room half full of boys.
I felt like such a slob in the sweaters. I might as well have been wearing a potato sack with arm holes cut in the sides and “DESTITUTE” printed on the front in big blocky letters. My nipples wanted to be seen. They craved attention, or maybe I was just emoting my needs onto them. In any case they were imprisoned helplessly in fabric, itchy, throbbing in time to my heartbeat and the only way I could forget about them was to show more and more of my ass to the boys next to me. I heard Darren turn and begin whispering to someone else. I scooted forward in my chair, pushing my skirt back even further. A tickling on my chest ran down to my stomach, and I realized I had been sweating profusely for a long time.
A few minutes before the bell rings in any class, students always start to fidget more, closing books and putting away pencils, etc. I heard these sounds and realized the bell for fourth period would ring soon. The clock said three more minutes. I closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was get into a cool bathroom and pull up my T-shirt and sweaters and bra and let my chest breath and do whatever I could to comfort my poor nipples.
At last the bell rang and I ran into the hallway. The girl’s room near the office was the closest, but before I could get there Cindy appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me!
“Hey, let go!” I yelled. I tried to push her away but she locked her arm around me tightly and walked me straight out the main entrance! I didn’t even have a chance to struggle. She turned and pinned me against one of the the metal double doors, pushing me backwards to close it. We were out in the fresh air and sunlight, alone, facing the faculty parking lot. Cindy looked down at me, shaking her head. She didn’t look very happy.
“I always thought we were friends, Mouse, but you’ve got to stop poking that twitchy little nose of yours where it doesn’t belong.”
“Leave me alone,” I said. I pushed against her again but it was useless. She was bigger and more athletic; she had my arms pinned to my side.
“We’re all sorry that Janey got shot in the gym,” she said. “And we all know that it was an accident and that the sooner we put it behind us, the better, right?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Besides, don’t you think You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown is a nice musical? I’m going to make a deal with you, Mouse. You stop bugging Mr. Lopez, and stop snooping around City Hall, and stop asking questions about me... and I won’t tell anyone about you and Janey being lesbians.”
I gasped. Then I understood. “That night... you saw us!”
“Of course I did, you were only like writhing against the window. There were two cars stopped in the street.” She smiled and pushed herself closer to me, pressing her boobs into my neck. Her T-shirt smelled clean, like flowers and fabric softener. Whatever my nipples were doing, they actually felt like they were getting heavier.
“Do we have a deal?” She leaned even closer to me, whispering into my ear. “Say ‘yes’ and just this once I’ll let you kiss me, and touch me wherever you want. No one has to know.”
“Cindy, I’m not a lesbian...”
“Of course you are. And this is your chance to touch my perfect body. Don’t tell me you haven’t dreamed of this moment.” Why wouldn’t she stop rubbing herself against me?
“I have dreamed of it,” I said. “Wait, I didn’t mean that...” Why couldn’t I think properly? I felt like I had sun-stroke or something. I struggled crazily for a few seconds with absolutely zero result. “Stop breathing in my ear!” I yelled.
She pulled up my left hand and I watched as she squeezed it between my collarbone and her jutting breasts. Unfortunately, on the way up my wrist jarred my left nipple ferociously and suddenly I was someone else. I didn’t care that anyone passing in front of the school could see us, or that I wasn’t really attracted to Cindy. My posture slackened as a warmth settled itself between my legs. I groaned and grabbed at her neck, trying to pull her closer to me, wanting somehow to grind my chest into her toned midsection. She stood on her tiptoes and all I accomplished was getting my face between her breasts. They were cool against my flushed cheeks.
My other hand freed itself and I began working my T-shirt and chemise free from my skirt. They were soaked with sweat. I felt like a caged animal, a monkey caught in a net, desperate for freedom. Finally I got my hand under the layers and peeled both sweaters and the T-shirt away from me, lifting them. Cindy stepped backwards and watched as I groaned with relief. I lodged the sweaters under my neck. The chemise was invisible, shrinkwrapped to my torso. My aureole—just visible peeking out of the top and bottom of my bra—were puffy, dark, and wet. I pulled my bra down and the distended plugs on my chest popped free. The chemise made a slurping sound as I peeled it upwards. Sweat was actually streaming into my navel. Immediately I began shivering. In the daylight my nipples definitely looked obscene.
“Holy shit!” Cindy cried. “What happened to you? Turkey’s done, huh?”
I stared at her eyes as I groped at myself awkwardly. The metal door against my back was hard. My chest was slick and damp. Cindy stepped closer to me again. I licked the sweat from my upper lip and grabbed her hand, placing it on my chest. “Please,” I said. God, I need her, I thought. Suddenly I could see Cindy’s sex appeal clearly, as if it had been cranked into sharp focus. She was gorgeous.
“Eeewwww!” she said. “Could you be any more sweaty? You’re lucky I’m used to cheerleading practice. You’d better keep your promise to be quiet because this is totally gross.” She twisted a nipple cautiously and I shuddered. I pulled her tightly to me and began lightly tracing circles around her double D cup breasts with my palms.
Her bra was filled tightly, and I was surprised at how firm her breasts were. I gazed in wonder as they heaved in front of me. I could tell by touch that only her bra was keeping them from wobbling all over the place. I felt a delicious thrill at touching them, at doing something so “forbidden.” After a few seconds, the indentations of her nipples became apparent as they hardened behind her bra. Whatever I was doing was getting to her. Her nipples were further to the side than I would have expected. I arched my back as she squeezed my chest powerfully, almost but not quite hard enough to be painful. My chin lost hold of my sweaters, but it didn’t matter.
“Oh god, Cindy...” I murmurred. My underwear felt like it was pulsing. I began rubbing my crotch against her leg.
“You really should shave this peach fuzz from your forehead,” she said, “but then again I guess it could grow back scratchy and that would suck.”
My hands dropped from her breasts to her waist, then I circled them behind her and pulled her toward me. Her butt was so soft and though I’d never fantasized much about even guy’s butts, my hands couldn’t get enough of hers. She did something else to my nipples, in sequence, and my leg cramped from the spasm invoked in me. It hurt, but I ignored it. The pain was slowly forgotten as I clutched at her rear.
“Cindy...” I said, “I hate you so much.” It was so hard to think of what I should be saying, and then keep a steady voice while saying it. She was pressing her boobs into my face again. My heart was pounding.
Oh shit, I’m going to come, I thought. Right here in front of the school. Looking up at Cindy, her eyes closed, I realized that I had to kiss her before this was over and my attraction for her vanished. I needed to kiss her. This was one of the sexiest, most popular girls in school. She looks so... delectable, I thought. If I don’t take this chance I may never have it again.
Just as I was coming, I smashed my mouth to hers awkwardly and sloppily kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth. Warmth trickled down my leg and I collapsed, pulling Cindy down with me. I craned my neck to keep our mouths connected. Her teeth were smooth and cool, and finally I found her tongue and to my surprise she began actively French-kissing me. As my mind began to clear, her hands on my chest were suddenly painful and clumsy. Then I climaxed again; I had absolutely no control of my body.
I’m actually kissing Cindy, I thought. I shouldn’t be doing this. I tried to sink back into mindless passion but it was hopeless. I sucked at her mouth in a last frantic effort to taste as much of her as possible... kneaded her cheerleader-perfect ass in an attempt to instill the memory of its springy texture into my fingers... Then it was over. I pushed her away in disgust and a sparkling string of saliva stretched between us. I could hear birds chirping and cars driving on the road just past the main campus.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Do I smell what I think I smell?”
I realized I was about five seconds away from balling my eyes out. She was crouching before me, smirking. “I always keep my promises,” she said. She pulled my T-shirt down over my nipples, which felt like they had been sandblasted raw, and took my hand. Hers was slippery with my sweat. “Still friends?”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I nodded. She shook my hand, then stood, opening the door beside me.
“It’s funny, I thought getting felt up by a girl would be different, but my tits felt just the same as they always do. Remember, no more snooping!”
The door closed behind her.
Some freshman girl came into the bathroom while I was leaning low over the sink, dousing a nipple in cool water from the faucet.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” I yelled. My nipples were so big they bounced. She ran away in fear. I continued to gently splash water on my chest.
The human body is such an amazing thing. It’s capable of such incredible sensation and experience. I felt ashamed at losing control with Cindy. But I knew I would never forget those few minutes of pure ecstasy, no matter how much I wanted to. It was foolish to think myself a lesbian when I knew only a thin strand of self control was holding me back from pleasuring the billions of men on Earth. If there were no more consequences, no more tomorrows... the things I could do!
I may have been in a daze, but I knew one thing for sure: There was no way I was going to stop my investigation. Janey and I had our futures at stake and they were way more important than some promise to a cheerleader. And why would Cindy want me to stop asking people questions? I could still taste her in my mouth, in fact my breath now smelled like hers. Was she some kind of pervert, or simply oversexed? Was it possible to have a body like hers and not be oversexed? Basically, did she have anything to gain from turning Janey into a sex slave? Cindy wasn’t stupid, but she wasn’t exactly a genius either and the thought of her actually using a typewriter was laughable.
One thing worried me today more than anything else. I had huge nipples like stubby thumbs. If the person responsible for sending the notes saw them, he or she would surely realize that I was caught in his trap as well! And what would he think when he saw his latest note had had zero effect on Janey?
Cindy now knew about my chest. Her reaction didn’t directly implicate her in any way I could imagine. Still, she had to be involved somehow if she wanted me to stop asking people questions, didn’t she? Maybe she was protecting someone?
Rob.
Actually, that didn’t seem to make sense, considering their recent break up. But since at that moment I was supposed to be in advanced math class anyway, I decided to talk to him. I fixed myself up, squashing my sticky nipples again, left the bathroom, and walked toward the math room.
The second floor hallway was silent except for the distant drone of the school band practicing in the music room. The vision of the lockers stretched out before me suddenly gave me an impulse: I should search each of my suspects’ lockers. I guess I got the idea from catching Toby doing just that the day before. It’ll only take a few minutes, I thought. If anyone comes down the hall they won’t know I’m not at my own locker...
I opened Cindy’s locker first, because it was closest and because part of my brain was still thinking about her. Most of her textbooks were inside, as well as a stack of fashion magazines and a few tubes of lipstick. The door was plastered with middleschool pictures and cutouts and bits of pom-pom string were caught in the grill. I rifled through the stack of magazines but didn’t find anything interesting. There was a note from the team’s “showpiece girl,” Tricia: “The new cheer is fantastic but if you kick so hi early the havetime show won’t be as cool.” Cheerleaders, I thought.
I trusted Janey (or at least I used to) but I searched her locker anyway. The only way to know for sure that Johnson wasn’t in contact with her would be to handcuff myself to her. If he slept with her or contacted her in any way and then ordered her not to tell anyone, she’d lie to me happily. Her locker looked the same as it always had. The picture of us eating chocolate parfaits was inside the door where it always was. No pink index cards or flowers from secret admirers. Rob’s locker was also normal, as far as I could tell. Guys’ lockers are sure messy.
Toby’s locker wasn’t as cluttered, though the inside was covered wall-to-wall with stickers of bands. It felt odd to be so close to his locker, knowing I should be feeling the effects of my crush on him, but instead feeling only a slight disgust. Even his locker seemed “dirty” in comparison to its neighbors. Immediately something jumped out at me. In the middle of his textbooks was a thin hardcover book, Herbal Magick For Personal Gain.
“Oh my god!” I said. Well, this is what we call a clue, I thought. I wanted to flip through it right then and there, but there wasn’t time so I hurried to my locker and stashed it inside for later.
A few whispered words about “female problems” to Mr. McHennen and I was allowed to join advanced math class without too much of a fuss. It probably helped that I looked like complete shit in a baggy sweater and that my eyes were a bit glazed over. If I had been wearing jeans he would have assumed I had my period intuitively.
Rob was staring at me, which was both a turn on and a frustration. But he couldn’t talk to me until the last few minutes of class; when everyone is finishing up the work exercises Mr. McHennen lets us get away with stuff. Until then I pretended to absorb myself in the problems, but inside my head I was going crazy. I so wanted to tear off the sweaters and expose myself to everyone. Ironically, my session with Cindy might have somewhat quenched the fire my new nipples were capable of, but they still tried their damndest to be noticed.
When it became safe to talk, Rob coughed to get my attention. “You look terrible,” he whispered.
“I know. And thanks for noticing.”
“Look, Mouse, about yesterday. I’m really flattered that you like me, but I think we work best as friends, you know? I mean, yeah, you’re pretty hot and you are Asian which is really cool but... I just can’t see it.”
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“You know! You touched my...” He gestured at his crotch.
Shit, I thought. I forgot all about that. If only I had been able to control myself! The worst part was how disappointed I felt knowing he hadn’t enjoyed it. I briefly considered ways I could trick him into agreeing to let me have a second chance with my hands, but that only started me daydreaming. I forced myself to pretend to be angry.
“That’s all you ever think about, isn’t it?” I hissed. “Admit it, you’re thinking about me giving you a blowjob right now! Aren’t you?”
His eyes widened, then he blinked. “Well fuck, I am now.”
A minute of awkward silence passed.
“Where’s Janey?” he said.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her all day. Did you see her in English?”
He shook his head. “But I talked to her this morning and...”
“And?” I said. “What?”
“She doesn’t seem like herself. The way she’s been acting... I’ve heard some rumors that seem pretty hard to believe. Do you know anything about what’s going on with her?”
“No,” I lied.
He looked at me. “Somehow I don’t believe you. Anyway, I have something I need to tell her about what happened in the gym. I would have told her this morning if she could have dislodged herself from that guy who takes pictures for the school newspaper. I need to tell her as soon as possible. It’s important.”
“Did you break up with Cindy? Who broke up with who?”
“What? You can’t believe her or her friends,” he said. ”I broke up with her.”
The bell rang and everyone started leaving the room. On his way past, Brett Walters put his arm around Rob’s shoulders. “Missing those big tits yet, my man?” he said, laughing. I realized papers were still all over my desk, and started cramming them into my math notebook.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” Rob said. “Mouse, give me your purse.”
“What?” I said. “Why do you—” I fidgeted with its straps, knowing I shouldn’t give it to him but unable to remember exactly why I didn’t want to.
“Give it to me,” he repeated. I immediately handed it over, and watched as he opened it and started going through the contents. I hope he finds what he wants, I thought. Wait a minute, my money is in there! And he’s going to see my tampons. Then for a few seconds I started wondering whether or not guys are aroused by the sight of hygiene products. After a moment Rob pulled out the latest neon pink index card and quickly slipped it into his pocket. Then he returned my purse.
“Don’t worry,” he said, and walked out.
I stood slightly out of sight behind the Pepsi machine and watched the cafeteria and the lunch line. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be doing any homework over the weekend or not, but I had my English and physics books just in case, Herbal Magick For Personal Gain, and of course Season of Cupid. Finally Janey appeared in the hallway entrance and I ran to meet her. She seemed dazzled by the commotion of the cafeteria. Probably wondering who to pleasure first, I thought. I grabbed her arm.
“We’re leaving school now!” I said. “Follow me!”
“Oh, hi,” she said. “No offense, but I don’t really want to be seen with you if you’re dressing like someone from a foodstamp line.”
I dragged her out of the cafeteria. “I don’t want to be seen with me either. Follow me closely and don’t try to get away or trick me.”
“Okay, okay, you know I’ll do whatever you say. Did Toby come through here? He was watching and spying on me this morning. I might not have noticed before but now it’s like I have this power to sense the guys around me.”
“Faster, we have to hurry. I know what you mean. I haven’t seen him. Besides, he’s suspect number one. I think. Where were you all morning?”
“I just had a three hour meeting with the guidance counselor, Mr. Hamilton. I guess my parents called the school or something. And apparently, some of my teachers have forgotten that I’m a woman. They’ve ‘expressed concern’ about my displays of ‘sexual openness’ on school grounds.” She smiled at me.
“What did you talk about?” I asked.
“Really boring stuff. Of course I tried to flirt with him first, but that didn’t work. Then he told me to tell him everything, so I did. I didn’t mention the notes, of course, but I told him everything else and about how I had turned into a slave and would do anything for men. Then he tested me. When he found out I wasn’t faking, he locked the door and made me pull down my underwear and lift up my dress.”
“Mr. Hamilton did this?” I exclaimed. “But he’s such an old... fuddy-duddy.”
“I guess he really likes oral sex,” Janey said. “He did this butterfly thing with his fingers and mouth and I totally went sky high. It was amazing. You have to try it, Keiko. I know you’d squeal like a saxophone.”
“I have an idea, let’s not talk about sex for two seconds, okay?”
“Okay. What about Rob? Have you seen him?”
I only shook my head. I was trying to concentrate on getting her out of school. The student parking lot is sometimes watched during lunch, but the front entrance was completely empty earlier when Cindy and I had had our encounter. That seemed like the best bet. Who would try to sneak out of school past the main office?
“Stop!”
Janey and I both halted on a dime. We turned and saw Toby standing in the hallway, his arms crossed. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket. He glanced at the books in my arms and though I quickly turned them sideways I knew immediately that he had seen the herbal magick hardcover.
“Where are you going?”
“Leave us alone!” I said.
“Janey, come here,” he commanded. I grabbed her hand and jerked her backwards.
“No, Janey, don’t move! Stay here!”
She planted her feet at my side. Toby shook his head.
“All I wanted to do was have a nice conversation. Janey, you know you have to do as I say. Mouse isn’t being nice now, so call her a bitch and push her as hard as you can.”
Janey looked at me with a wicked expression, and I was too shocked to do anything. “Keiko, you little bitch!” she screamed, and shoved me, hard. I was still trying to hold my books sideways, out of sight, so I landed on my butt and all the air rushed out of my lungs. Instantly tears began forming in my eyes.
The office door opened. “What’s going on?” asked one of the assistant principals. He looked from me to Janey and finally settled on Toby. “Collins?”
“He pushed me!” I wheezed. My tears no doubt made me that much more believable, despite the fact that I was a good fifteen feet away from him. The assistant principal began walking toward Toby, who was shaking his head and stepping backwards slowly. We have to get out of here, I thought. Toby is the one! I whispered quietly to Janey, “Put your hands over your ears and hum the Sailor Moon theme song.” She clasped her hands to her head and began humming loudly.
“Don’t you back away from me,” the assistant principal was saying. “Why don’t you come inside and we’ll have a nice... chat.” He motioned Toby toward the office. Some of Toby’s friends peeked around the corner but quickly ducked away when they saw the assistant principal. Come on, I thought. Hurry! Just a few seconds is all we need. Toby reluctantly walked to the office doorway.
“She’s lying!” he said. “Janey! Janey, put your hands down and listen to me! Please!” But there was no way she could hear him.
Score one for the good guys.
When we got to the sidewalk I pulled Janey’s hands away from her head. “Okay, you can stop humming now. Stop humming!”
“I’m sorry I pushed you,” she said. “You know I had to. Don’t cry, Keiko, I had to do what he told me.”
“I know, and I’m not crying.” I wasn’t really. The white streets in front of the school grounds were blindingly bright in the sunlight. Fuck these sweaters, I thought. As we walked, I pulled them over my head and threw them under a nearby scraggly tree. I felt a lot cooler in my sweaty T-shirt, even if it meant anyone could tell I was The Amazing Nipple Girl. Of course I suddenly smelled ten times worse, being so sweaty.
“Where are we going?”
“We are going to go to your house and see if there’s another note in your mailbox, and then we’re going to drive to my house where you’ll be safe. After that, as far as I can see, we’ve got only two options open to us.”
At that moment, she must have just noticed my chest. “Oh my god! Your nipples! What happened?”
“Don’t ask. Wait, I meant that figurati- oh, never mind.”
“But what if there isn’t another note in my mailbox yet?”
Actually I was betting there wouldn’t be, because from what I learned at the stationery store, their most recent sale was just one package of Neon-Brite cards, and I had bought the last of them after that. I was almost positive that Johnson was putting the cards in Janey’s mailbox in the mornings, before school. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to leave school early the day before and find Thursday’s card already in her mailbox.
As we turned down her street, Janey started getting antsy and I knew she was looking forward to another card. I took the sunglasses out of my purse and ordered her to wear them, just in case. As her house came into sight she started running, her dress swishing back and forth, and I followed her. When she opened her mailbox I was just a few steps behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing inside but a few envelopes. I looked at them quickly and saw they were all for her father. I also felt a twinge of disappointment. I still wanted to read the notes, too.
Following my instructions, Janey went up to her room, got all the index cards she had been sent so far, and brought them down to me. I put them in my purse.
“Okay,” I said, “give me back the sunglasses.” It was almost fun ordering Janey around, and I knew it was fun for her. But this isn’t the real Janey, I reminded myself. She’s happy but only because she thinks she should be. If she had her old point of view she’d be as disgusted as I am. Probably more so, since I was halfway down the road to being a “perfect slave” myself.
We walked to my house and I left a message on the refrigerator for my mother.
Mom- Janey and I are upstairs. She’s going to stay the night.
No visitors! Keiko
Just to be safe, I took the phone off the hook. I threw everything on my bed, ordered Janey to sit at my desk, and started thinking. The problem was, I knew I couldn’t be comfortable wearing a shirt and bra over my huge nipples. Though I found their constant screaming for attention more manageable than earlier (don’t tell me I was getting used to having them!) I still wanted relief. And that meant being bare-chested like the night before. But in front of Janey?
Suddenly I had an idea. It was weird, but I couldn’t think why it wouldn’t work. I had to do something. Anyway, I thought, you need to concentrate for Janey’s sake. Even though it seemed the mystery was becoming clear, there were still some things I had to work out.
“Listen to me very carefully,” I told Janey.
“Yes, of course,” she said.
“You’re a great actress, and tonight we’re going to do a little pretending. I order you Janey, I command you, to act like you did before you were shot by Rob, okay? Pretend that you’re not a slave, and that you’re completely normal. I also order you to pretend that tonight no matter what, that I’m wearing a shirt. And take off that dress and put on something from my closet that looks more... everydayish.”
“Okay,” she said cheerfully. We changed quickly, me into a different skirt (and the new underwear I so desperately needed) and she into a pair of shorts and a flannel shirt I don’t wear that often.
I grunted softly as I gently caressed my nipples. The dark aureole surrounding them felt bumpy and chafed. I still couldn’t believe they were wider than my palms. Janey flipped through one of my magazines while I tried to grope my tender boobs as softly and inconspicuously as possible. It was like half the nerves in my body had migrated to my chest. God, this feels good, I thought.
After a few minutes I had a little more control.
“Are you a slave?” I asked Janey.
“What?” she said, and started laughing. “What are you talking about?”
“Just a what-if kind of thing. If someone turned you into his slave, to make you cook and clean and do... other things for him, would you go along with it?”
“Like a kinky thing? No way, unless it was Rob, of course. But I still wouldn’t do any cleaning.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said. “There’s no way I’d ever want someone to have that kind of power over me.” It was a lie of course, because part of me did want it and did know how much pleasure there was in obeying.
“Hey Keiko, there’s an article here about how to tell what guys are going to look like when they’re older. They can do computer aging. Remember when you told me that you weren’t interested in some guys because you could tell they would look goofy when they got older? I guess you were right.”
“I don’t remember saying that.”
“Don’t you remember? It was when we were at that slumber party at Brandy’s house.”
“That was like five years ago! How can you remember that?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just do, and I always think about that when I see a hot guy.”
“Wow, I don’t even remember saying that.”
We talked for a long time, just like old times, and as evening approached I warmed up some cheese casserole for us before Mom could get home and see me in the kitchen with my shirt off. It truly was just as if things were back to normal. If only I could keep Janey this way forever, I thought. But is she truly happy inside? It was confusing to think about: currently she was happy being a slave but in ordering her not to be a slave she was still following orders so was she happy or not? I realized that it didn’t really matter in the end, because the first guy she saw would shatter any programming I gave her. The cards had made her a slave to pleasuring men on a much deeper level than anyone’s orders could change. Too bad we couldn’t move to some Amazon tribe in a jungle somewhere.
I traded places with Janey and spread the clues across my writing desk. Four sexy neon pink index cards (one a fake, written by me), the visitors’ log from the hospital with “Johnny Johnson,” the play Season of Cupid, and Herbal Magick For Personal Gain.
I opened the hardcover book and started reading. It was a catalogue of spells designed to bring the user fame, fortune, and romance. It was the love spells I was interested in. I expected to find something about Cupid and his arrows inside, but instead I found a spell that claimed to be able to romantically control anyone.
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Follow the steps below to create a binding paper and steal the will away from your future love. Note: For those of you tracking your karma, this spell falls under the subcategory “curses.”
Things you’ll need:
- Dried Witch’s Root
- Two Black Candles
- Small Piece of paper (a 3x5 inch index card works best)
- Water-based Glue
- Small Brush
- Typewriter
I had the first note right in front of me, the one that Janey and I had fallen in love with in her room at the hospital. Though a lot had since flaked off, there were still bits of stuff, what I now guessed was Witch’s Root, glued to the back. And a message typed on the front, just as the recipe in the book instructed.
I HAVE CAST A SPELL ON YOU.YOU WILL DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING I COMMAND.I WILL CONTROL YOU, IN MIND AND BODY.
But the following notes didn’t have any herbs glued to them. Just the typewritten message. Why? Because they were sent by separate people?
Ordinarily I would have consulted Janey about anything related to magic, but I didn’t want to risk snapping her out of her Oscar-winning “normal Janey” performance. As far as I could tell, there was a ninety-five percent chance that Toby was behind the notes. The book was in his locker and he had demonstrated today that he knew Janey was a slave. I couldn’t understand how I had ever liked him, especially after seeing the way he had treated me today. What an asshole!
But what about Rob? I wasn’t worried that he had the “your body is an advertisement for sex” card, but taking it from my purse seemed to demonstrate that he also knew what was going on! Were him and Toby in this together? They weren’t really friends at all, and I think they might have almost gotten in a fight once. Toby had yelled at Rob to be careful when he was monkeying around with the bow and arrow... The first note was different from the others; maybe one of them had left the first card and the other the following cards.
Cindy also had to be involved somehow. I still couldn’t believe the rollercoaster ride she had taken my body on. I tweaked my nipples unconciously just thinking about her. No, get a grip Keiko, I thought. You dream about pleasuring men, not women. But wait, that wasn’t right either.
“Damn these stupid notes!” I whispered under my breath.
While Janey watched TV, I worked on a list of suspects a la the beginning of an Agatha Christie novel. I put everyone I could think of on the list. I knew I had enough clues to figure this mystery out, but my “little grey cells” were so easily distracted by the changes to my mind and body. In a way, I envied Janey and her happiness. Being only half a slave was almost worse than being a full-blown one. My nipples bobbed above my notepad as I wrote. If Rob and Toby were to converge on my house tonight, what amazing things could I do for them?
“None-chan, you have a visitor!” my mom yelled.
“No!” I panicked. Jumping up, I grabbed a T-shirt from a hanger and pulled it over my head as quickly as possible. Janey sat up and looked at me.
“I wonder who it is?”
The door was closed. I ran to it and yelled loudly enough for anyone anywhere in the house to hear: “No visitors! I don’t care who it is!” But I heard someone bounding up the steps; I recognized the footsteps immediately. Only one person runs up my stairs with that rhythm.
“Oh, it’s only Rob,” my mom yelled back, as he pushed open the door. Why hadn’t I locked it? Quickly I cupped my nipples.
“Hey guys,” he said. He closed the door behind him.
“Hi Rob!” Janey purred, jumping off my bed. She turned the TV off and walked over to him. Well, so much for her normality performance, I thought. She stared at him lustfully, and I have to admit having him in my bedroom just seemed a thousand times more exciting than it ever had before. There suddenly seemed so many posibilities with him there. He was so handsome, and so obviously male. Janey twitched with anticipation and I knew hundreds of sexy scenarios were flitting their way through her mind.
“Now before we get to the real reason why I came, I have something to tell you, Janey. I think first you guys, uh... sit down, you’re going to be sur—”
He raised an eyebrow as we both dropped to the carpet. I was still palming my nipples so he couldn’t see them.
“Okay... Anyway, I need to apologize for the accident. This isn’t easy for me to say, but the truth is... The truth is that Cindy made me fire the bow. Honest. But I swear, no one was supposed to get hurt! It was just supposed to scare a few people and stick in the wall or something. I wasn’t trying to hit you, Janey. I’m really, really sorry.”
“I forgive you,” Janey said.
My mind was going a mile a minute. “Why did Cindy want the Drama Club scared?” I asked.
“She didn’t really, but her grandfather did.”
“Grandfather?”
Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle came together in my mind. “Mr. Kirkwood! He’s Cindy’s grandfather! He used Cindy to get to you, because he wanted the play changed!”
“Yeah, the choir kids’ parents wanted to do a musical. If it looked like Mr. Lopez fucked up, they could put pressure on him to change the play. So I guess they did. But I just couldn’t live with myself afterwards. I shouldn’t have been so weak-willed, but Cindy has this way of using her body.”
Yes, I thought, she certainly does. I still didn’t trust Rob, but I was closer to trusting him than I was earlier today. There was just one thing about him that bothered me.
“And why did you take the note from me in math class?”
“That’s why I came today,” he said. “Janey asked me to get it from you.” She winked at me. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Here you go.”
“No!” I shouted, grabbing it away from her as quickly as possible. I shoved it under my skirt so she couldn’t see it. For a second she looked as if she was going to tackle me for it, then she stopped, and blinked. Maybe I got it in time, I thought.
“Whoa, Mouse, you are poking holes through that shirt,” Rob said.
Janey laughed. “I told you that if you kept ordering her to give you her purse, eventually she—”
She looked from Rob to me, then twisted her head back and forth. She inhaled suddenly. “Oh Keiko, I think it’s doing something to me. Something’s changing!”
No way, I thought. She couldn’t have read it that quickly.
But her subconcious could have.
Janey looked down at herself. Her hands went to her chest and she groaned loudly and seductively. Arching her back, she groped at her breasts. I rushed to her and held her shoulders. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. “You’re going to be okay,” I said.
“My boobs,” she said. “My boobs.”
She arched her back again and I grabbed my mouth. Rob almost fell over. Her boobs were getting bigger, and even through the flannel I could see her erect nipples. Her nipples weren’t as big as mine but they were growing. Her breasts were no longer B cups, but pushing outward slowly—slowly but surely expanding. She squirmed on the floor and to my amazement I could see that her butt was a bit larger, too. My shorts looked tighter on her. I felt a warmth spreading under my skirt. As disgusting as it all was, I was getting turned on.
“Jesus, should I get some water or something?” Rob cried. Janey grabbed the waist of his bluejeans and pulled him to his knees beside her.
“What are you talking about?” I said.
Janey took hold of both sides of the shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons everywhere. Hey, I thought, that was my shirt. Her swollen boobs popped free. They swayed back and forth like jelly, wobbling crazily. They were pale and the nipples were almost as wide as bottlecaps.
“Look at my tits... look at my body,” she said in wonder. “God, I’m getting so... sexy. I want everyone who sees me to think about sex!”
She pulled my hand to her warm boobs and shuddered at my touch. I could feel them growing, the skin magically stretching under my fingers. There’s something magical about the energy of another person’s touch, some kind of message that gets transmitted. My mind was twisting with desire. As I watched in fascination, her aureolae crept outward, covering more and more of each breast. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her body. More than anything else it made my own chest ache. The warmth in my crotch began to feel more and more wet. The pleasure I knew she was experiencing was so seductive! Fight it, Keiko, I thought. Fight it! I realized I was approaching the point of no return but I found it harder and harder to care.
Rob also put a hand on her shoulder, probably hoping she would move it to her chest, too. I put my free hand under my shirt and up between my nipples to the collar, pulling the shirt up and shrugging out of it. Remembering Cindy, I grasped myself and fell upon Janey, pushing her to the floor. It felt so good to give in, to stop fighting. Our experience at the window was only the beginning. She was turning into an advertisement for sex and I wanted nothing less than to fuck her.
We kissed, and she grabbed at my chest, at my skirt, at my underwear. Her lips seemed a bit thicker, puffier. I kneaded her breasts, big, soft, and heavy. I felt a prickle of pain as her fingers got caught in one of my hairs, but then her hand was exactly where I wanted it to be and doing almost exactly what I wanted it to be doing, and I found it impossible to kiss because I was grinning so widely.
“No Keiko,” she said, and pushed me up and aside. I almost hit my head on my desk. “Men come first,” she said.
As I watched from some kind of brainless, bottomless pit of disappointment, she crawled with her boobs almost dragging along the carpet to Rob. He was still kneeling, stunned, but with an enormous erection visible in his jeans.
“I know you want me,” she said. “I know you want me more than you’ve ever wanted any girl.” She kissed him deeply for a few seconds and his fingers shook. “You have me.”
“Janey...”
“I’ll do anything you say,” she said. “Anything.”
A wave of jealously washed over me as I saw him lift her enormous new breasts and thumb her nipples. Her breasts were so large that they spilled out of his hands. But I wasn’t jealous of him, I was jealous of her. The expression of contentment and satisfaction on her face as she looked down at his big hands fondling her even bigger tits was what I wanted. I wanted to trade places, to find a card in my mailbox that told me I was Janey Martin and I had long blonde hair and long white legs and bright blue eyes and huge fucking boobs.
Things happened quickly after that. Before I knew what was going on, they were on my bed, and I was, too. I felt like I had when Janey and I were young and I was always tagging along after her, wanting to go to the same movies, begging my mom to buy the same brand of watergun, etc. Every man dreams of being in bed with two women, and I knew Rob was no different. Sex is such a graphic thing, with pumping and slurping and meaty sounds that are never described in books. And girls screaming like Meg Ryan. As Rob pushed himself in and out of my best friend and she called out in passion, I clamped my lips to hers and drowned her screams in my throat before my mom and stepfather could hear.
The only important thing was that Rob enjoy himself to the fullest extent possible. Somehow I knew he did.
Janey and I found it easier to relax after Rob was satisfied. No matter how hard I tried to feel differently, I couldn’t help but be proud. Janey lay with her heavy breasts on his chest and I knew the afterglow she was experiencing was genuine and well-deserved. I found it awkward being on the bed and moved to my desk. I put my T-shirt back on, and found my skirt.
“You really don’t know anything about the... notes?”
“Nothing,” Rob said. “Janey just told me to get a bright note out of your purse and that I’d know it when I saw it. You guys have to tell me what this is all about. I mean, not that I’m complaining, but this is pretty amazing stuff! Jesus, I can’t believe I just got laid. We’ve been friends since we were kids!”
“It’s really simple,” Janey said. “I’m a slave, and I’ll do anything you want.”
“Well, I figured out that much. Tell me about the notes.”
Where to begin, I thought. The more I thought about it, the more difficult I found it to trust Rob. “Someone has been putting—” I coughed to clear my throat. It was difficult to talk about the index cards to anyone but Janey. “The bow and arrow from the play poisoned us, and made us fall in love with the color pink. Since the notes are pink, the messages are kind of like rewriting our brains.”
“And bodies.”
“Yes,” I said. “And our bodies. The brighter the pink, the stronger the message. Hence the neon pink cards. I’ve been trying to figure out who’s behind it all and now it seems pretty clear that it’s Toby Collins.”
“So let me get this straight,” he said. “Toby saw Janey get hit by the arrow and started sending her notes to make her a slave?”
“I think so.” In fact, I suddenly remembered, he had stared at her butt at the mall just before we saw that stupid “Teen Princess” shirt.
“But guys, this is incredible! Do you realize that this proves magic is real? When does it wear off?”
“We don’t know. Maybe never.”
He sat up quickly and Janey put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him. He put his hands on her bare back and looked at her carefully. The more I thought about how he had taken advantage of her, the less I thought of him. It was almost like raping her, in a way, even if she wanted it. Or at least I would think it would have been like raping the memory of her in his mind. Do guys really think that differently from girls?
“You mean you’re stuck with these humungous tits- I mean... your larger bustline forever?”
“Oh, I hope so,” Janey said. “I love my new body. Everyone should see me as a billboard for sex. Rob, I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. I was saving myself for you or marriage, whichever came first. I knew you wouldn’t stay with Cindy forever. And I could feel how much you wanted me when my boobs grew out and got bigger than hers ever will be.”
“But you guys always teased me! You had a crush? You were saving yourself for me?”
Janey giggled. “Of course I was! Well, before I turned into a slave I was. Since then I only slept with Keiko, kinda, and some fat kid. And Tyler.”
“A fat kid?” said Rob with disgust. “Tyler?”
“Don’t forget Mr. Hamilton,” I added.
Rob grimaced. “Jesus, I think I’m going to puke.”
While they talked I reviewed our options. Knowing that Toby was behind it all didn’t change anything for Janey and I, except that we had to stay as far away from him as possible. There were still only two chances to end this nightmare.
“Here are our options,” I said. “We can either find more of Cupid’s poison and... contaminate ourselves again, and use the message I typed yesterday to overwrite all the old notes. Or, we can go someplace safe and wait for Janey’s blood to become clean. The poison is diminishing, but it takes time. When her blood’s okay, at least we won’t be in any danger from new notes. And there’s a chance that even the changes made to our minds and bodies will fade over time. It’s like being in love. It takes time to get over. I hope, anyway.”
“No way,” Janey said. “I like the new me.”
“No,” I said. “You love the new you, but only because the notes told you to love it!”
“So? What’s the difference? You’re not changing me back!”
“Shut up!” I said in exasperation. She quickly closed her mouth. I shook my head at her. “See, that’s why you shouldn’t want to be a slave. You’ll never get your way on anything.” She frowned and started examining her new boobs and squishing them together.
“Well, it’s an easy decision. There aren’t any more arrows so I guess we have to find a hotel someplace. I can withdraw some money from my college fund. And Rob, as much as I want to do things to your body that you’ve only dreamed of...” God did I ever. He gulped and my nipples sprang to attention. I realized it was a mistake to say such things aloud. But I was able to keep a grip as long as nobody was flaunting their breasts, touching mine, or parading a veiny erection in front of me. “...Janey and I are going alone.”
Because I still couldn’t trust anyone.
“But there is another arrow,” Rob said.
“What?”
“I shot two, remember? The first one is still sticking out of the gym ceiling.”
We talked a bit longer but it was getting late and after 10:00 my mom kept calling up to check on us, probably finally worrying about me having a boy in my room. Well, she was the one who had invited him up, not me! And she was the one Janey could thank if Janey became pregnant. Janey didn’t want Rob to leave, and I didn’t either. But I forced myself to pretend I did. I think it helped that Rob seemed like he was a bit uncomfortable with my Mom’s constant offers to make popcorn or bring up snacks.
Rob planned to meet Janey and I in front of the school at 10:00, so I set my alarm for 9:00, but after he left I changed it to 8:00. I didn’t really trust him and just the fact that he was male could jeopardize any chances of us returning to normal. If we did get the arrow and there was still poison in it, I didn’t want anything with a dick between its legs nearby while we repoisoned ourselves.
I opened my window a crack, to try and air out my room. Janey and I undressed completely, and slipped under the sheets together. I really didn’t think anything about it. I was so exhausted, and as we held each other, naked against the sheets, it almost seemed a shame that once we were back to normal moments such as these would only be remembered with embarassment. But for now we could enjoy them. I kissed her nose. God, I love her so much, I thought.
The alarm woke us. My white curtains were bright in the morning sunlight. I lifted my head away from Janey’s amazingly feminine chest. In my sleep I had drooled a bit onto her aureole. Yuck. Groggily I stopped the incessant beeping of the alarm. Janey started trying to gesture wildly in sign language and I sighed.
“Okay, you can speak again.”
“I need to go to the bathroom, bad!”
“You also need to take a bath bad.” I helped her cover her breasts, made sure the coast was clear, and led her to the bathroom. She had trouble walking, probably because she was suddenly jiggling all over the place. While she showered, I decided I had to talk to my mother.
I put on my pajamas and held my pillow to my chest, hiding my nipples. Mom was in the kitchen, standing on the counter cleaning some of the higher cabinets.
“Morning, None-chan,” she said.
“Morning.”
“Rob stayed a little late last night. He’s a nice boy.”
“Yeah, he’s great,” I said. “Janey and I are going to go to the school this morning, to finish up something. I’m not sure how long it will take.”
She had a dust rag and was dusting behind the jars and ceramic bowls that we kept around for some reason. I stood in the doorway because I didn’t want to start sneezing. Slowly moving my pillow from side to side on my chest felt really... interesting.
“For the play?” she asked.
“Yeah, something like that. But I just wanted you to know that if it takes longer than I thought, I’ll be home sooner or later. Okay? I love you, mom.”
She looked at me. “Now you’re scaring me. I love you, too. I’m thinking about making pizza tonight, so you don’t want to be late. Be careful.”
“I will.”
Standing in my bedroom doorway after a shower, watching Janey trying to get her new flower pot-sized boobs into her dress, I didn’t know what to think. It would have been hilarious if the situation wasn’t so grave. She really wanted to dress up but of course nothing could fit her. I thought about wearing her dress, but unfortunately it wasn’t designed for a little Japanese-American girl.
“Come on, Janey,” I said. “I’ll help you.”
I wore a skirt and white blouse, naturally without a bra. It was almost bearable. Janey had to settle on my largest T-shirt, tucked into the shorts she had worn the night before. It strained to hold her bosom into place. I kept catching myself starting at her breasts. They were so pert.
“It hurts,” she complained. “They pull.” She was trying to lean backwards to make them more comfortable. Her nipples were as big as mine. With those breasts and the constantly erect plugs jutting out from them, she’d never be taken seriously again. Standing, the differences to her body were much more apparent. Her waist was a bit thinner, her butt bigger (also more pert), her lips thicker, and she may have been a bit taller, too. But she’s still my best friend, I thought, somewhere in there. I shoved the pink index cards into my purse.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
We snuck out to my car, and drove to the school. The parking lot was almost, but not completely, empty. It was 9:05 and I hoped that by the time Rob arrived we would be long gone. If Toby had a car, I could have looked for it. But he’s not rich enough.
I signed in, then went around to the back and let Janey in secretly by the home economics room. I didn’t want anyone to see her freakish chest and start asking questions. My nipples were bad enough. But Washington High is never completely empty and of course some kids saw us as we hurried toward the gym. A boy and a girl. I think they were sophomores, putting up some pep rally posters in the hallway. Janey’s hands fidgeted at her waist and I knew she was thinking about ripping off her T-shirt and exposing herself to the boy. I pulled her past quickly.
“Whoa, look at that girl’s tits!” the boy said.
“Michael Bolton strikes again,” said the girl next to him.
When we made it to the gym, I smiled as I looked up at the arrow in the middle of the ceiling. Luckily the volleyball team wasn’t practicing. The gym was silent.
We weren’t safe until we slipped behind the stage curtain. According to Rob, Coach Nelson sometimes used the mechanical walkway to get down balls that had been lodged in the lights, and we could use it, too. The walkway was able to move horizontally across the whole width of the gym. Sometimes at junior and senior prom the dance committee hung lights and streamers from it. I hoped that I could figure it out. I took my drama club key from my purse and unlocked the barred gate that led to the wings. Just in case, I also took out my sunglasses and the “you are back to normal” card, putting them in my blouse pocket (keeping the card out of sight so Janey wouldn’t go all goggle-eyed, of course). We stepped inside, over the guard rail, and examined the control panel. A lot of the buttons had faded masking tape over them and it was hard to read what was written on them. But I could tell two were worn from use. I pushed the one on the right and heard a humming noise.
Looking up, I could just see the walkway moving across the gym ceiling.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. It was almost too easy. With a bit of trial and error I got the walkway positioned almost directly beneath the arrow, and prepared to go up and get it. There was a warning sign about “maximum load” over the panel but it was torn and I couldn’t read it.
“Uh, okay, you stay here,” I told Janey. She nodded. I grabbed her shoulders. “I know it could hold us both but we have to be careful. If you see Toby... or if you see Rob, yell. Okay?”
“Okay!”
I left her standing in the wings against my better judgement. It’s like leaving a steak guarding a dog, I thought. I’d better be quick. I climbed up the stairs as fast as possible, hurried across the stage platform to the mechanical walkway, and stepped out onto it carefully. It swayed a bit, but seemed sturdy. It wasn’t very wide so I decided to crawl. I’m afraid of heights, so I tried not to look down. Honestly, I was really afraid of falling.
Slowly I crawled across the gym, more than fifty feet from the floor. I could hear the ceiling snapping and popping above me as the sun warmed the aluminum. When I was a kid I used to think birds made those sounds.
It seemed to be forever before I reached the arrow. But then I had another problem. I had to stand to grab it. I managed to do it, but it wasn’t easy. When I touched the arrow I thought I would have to really yank it to get it free, but it came out of the ceiling with no effort whatsoever, a drop of thick black gunk falling to the walkway by my shoe.
“Yuck!” I said. I almost dropped the arrow, but in the end managed to hold onto it. I held it carefully, point upright, so that more poison wouldn’t spill out of the shaft.
It was hot near the ceiling, and I was sweating. I began sliding my way across the walkway back to the platform above the stage. “Janey,” I hissed. “I have it.” A few minutes later I was sitting on solid metal (or at least metal that wasn’t hanging from pulleys and cables) and breathing heavily. I looked down, but I couldn’t see Janey, or even my purse, in the wings. The barred door was still ajar.
Oh no, I thought. Why did I leave her alone?
“Janey!” I cried. My voice echoed in the gym. Maybe she just wandered into the hall to show those kids her boobs, I thought. My own nipples felt suddenly sensitive, and I couldn’t wait to get out of my blouse. I had a sinking feeling. I jumped to my feet and ran to the stairs. Why were my nipples so hard?
A shadow reached out of the darkness and caught me!
I smelled his leather jacket before I saw his face. He pulled me tightly to him and I tried to stab him with the arrow, but it was a half-hearted attempt and he caught my wrist easily. Poison splattered against the wall. He squeezed my wrist and I cried out, dropping the arrow. It clattered to the platform. He threw me down, away from the stairs thank goodness, and I cried out.
“No!”
“I can have Janey any time,” he said. “But first I’m going to take care of you, Mouse.”
“Toby... why?” I said. I tried to glare at him. I don’t have a chance, I thought. I don’t have a chance in the world.
“I know you’re Johnson.” Just saying it made my body tingle with sexual energy, and I found my fingers playing with the buttons of my blouse.
He laughed. “I guessed you figured it out. I always liked Janey. She’s got the prettiest hair in school. But whenever I talked to her she wouldn’t stop talking about you. Now she’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, and as a girl I doubt you’d understand what an incredible hard on that gives me.”
He moved closer to me. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?”
He’s going to fuck me, I thought. I felt damp and tingly, and my fingers undid a button. What was the harm in taking off my shirt? I couldn’t think of any reason why I wouldn’t want to, except that Toby was taking advantage of me. But he was so sexy and he smelled so nice. I craved him, I craved showing him my little boobs and their thick puffy nipples. They weren’t meant to be hidden behind a blouse. I unhooked another button.
“Toby, please,” I said.
I need him so bad, I thought. Why was he teasing me, making me struggle with myself? If only he would have ordered me directly, firmly, I couldn’t have resisted.
He put his hand to my cheek and I pushed my head against it, shuddering. Quickly I unbuttoned two more buttons. To my shock I could smell my arousal. He pulled the sunglasses from my pocket and dropped them from the platform. They clattered to the stage and I heard them break. His hands found mine and together we unhooked the last button on my blouse. He slid it from my shoulders and I leaned my head against his chest. He smelled so nice.
“You’ll do anything I say, won’t you Mouse?”
“Yes.....” I groaned.
“The poison got to you, too, somehow. It’s not as strong, but it’s strong enough.”
My left nipple brushed the zipper on his leather jacket and I gasped loudly. My hand went to my glistening chest and I tugged at the nipple, milking it gently, sending a haze of warmth and pleasure and sensuality into my brain. I watched as my legs spread, then I twisted to wrap them around him. It felt so good to be losing, to be feeling all my hopes dashing against him. I hadn’t expected that.
“If I asked you to suck my dick, would you do it?”
“Yes...please... tell me to do it and I will.”
He put his hands under me and lifted me upwards, until my chest was at his mouth. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I almost came. His tongue gently swirled around the swollen strawberries on my chest, licking and sucking on them so lightly, but just hard enough to make me want more. His mouth was warm and his breath made my skin prickle. I rubbed my face against his oily hair, breathing in and out like a bellows, possibly hyperventilating.
He lowered me to the platform again, stood, then unzipped his pants. He dropped them to his ankles and I gazed in lust at the erection poking from the hole in his boxers.
“Pull down my underwear.”
I jerked it down immediately. His penis wasn’t as big as Rob’s but it was still beautiful. I wanted it in my mouth; caressing my chest was driving me crazy with lust. Somewhere inside I knew that I wasn’t myself, but instead some erotic cartoon version of Keiko; that knowledge was a hindrance that only threatened to keep me from tasting Toby... and pleasuring him the way he justly deserved for being a man.
“Tell me to suck you,” I almost begged. I would have kissed his tennis shoes.
He only watched me. I squirmed on the floor, kneading my boobs. He’s playing with me, I thought. How can he be so cruel? His penis was rising slowly, getting higher and higher, and longer.
“Tell me to suck it,” I cried.
He shrugged. “It’s a free country.”
I lunged at him, grabbing his member and pushing it into my mouth. It was warm and dry and it felt so right inside of me. I couldn’t believe I was doing it! I sighed in contentment as I began doing my best to make him happy. How could I have been so crazy before? This is what I was meant for, I thought.
“I have to admit, I always wanted to see those big Mickey Mouse ears from this angle,” Toby said. I sucked on him even harder, moving my lips back and forth, even lightly touching him with my teeth. It was the first time for me to have a penis in my mouth. He was getting harder and harder, and before I knew it he was as hard as a rock. I didn’t know how anything attached to the human body could become so hard. No wonder they’re called “boners.”
Suddenly he pushed me away, to the ground, and pulled at my soaked underwear. Once it was off he spread my legs and fell on top of me. He was heavy, and I grunted, swallowing the saliva in my mouth.
“Fuck me,” he ordered. It was what I was waiting for. Somehow I knew this moment was coming, and had been listening, waiting for those words for days. I pulled him into me.
There was a sharp pain, but then only a wet in and out, stretching feeling that seemed to be getting better and better. And then it was great! The rhythm was incredible. I made noises that didn’t make any sense as my brain’s circuits tried to process the sensations of being penetrated by a man, at losing my virginity to a guy I hoped was the son of some king in hiding, ready to whisk me away to a life of pleasuring him at his throne. I squeezed him along with the rhythm, occasionally opening my eyes to see his panting face, his silver necklace dangling against my chubby aureolae. His thrusting was so animalistic, so meaty. I loved every sensation. I knew with no doubt whatsoever that the reason I was alive was to take men inside of me, to let them pleasure themselves with my body.
So I was crestfallen to see Rob step behind Toby and crash a history book down upon his head.
Toby fell onto me—unconcious, but breathing. A trickle of blood rolled down behind his ear.
“Guess I better call an ambulance,” Rob said. He scratched his chin.
“You know, this is the second person I’ve sent to the hospital in this gym.”
Grunting, I rolled Toby off of me, felt him pull out of my body. I clutched at Rob as he walked toward the stairs. “No,” I groaned. “Please fuck me, Rob, please. I need it so bad. I’ll do anything for you but I need to come, I was so close.”
He shook me. “Wake up, Mouse! Keiko! Snap out of it!”
“No,” I pouted, grasping at my breasts. “I don’t want to snap out of it, I want to make you happy.” I fingered his crotch and he jumped away from me.
“Getting dressed would make me happy enough,” he said. “Put on your clothes.”
“Yes,” I said immediately. Reluctantly I put my underwear and dress back on, and pulled my blouse out from under Toby. The card was still in the pocket. I slipped the blouse on, buttoned it, then rested against the railing, my fear of heights forgotten for the moment. My brain was clearing, but so slowly. I’m an adult woman, I thought. I had sex. I gently rubbed the sensitive opening between my legs. I was so wet. There was a speck of blood on my fingers. It reminded me of something. What am I becoming? I’m losing all control.
I stood uncertainly, then walked to the arrow, lying in a small puddle of black poison. The metal at the tip was bent, but still sharp.
I picked it up carefully and pressed its point into my palm, until I felt the skin break. Then I fell to my knees. I dropped the arrow. I felt dizzy, and I saw blood mixed with specks of black in my palm. My whole body began shaking and my eyelids fluttered. No wonder the doctors thought Janey’s brainwaves were strange, I thought, and I dropped to the floor.
I could feel a differentness spreading through my body, from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. My thinking slowed. I struggled to hold on to conciousness.
I crawled past Toby to the stairs, grasping the ground as tightly as possible because the whole world was shaking. Or maybe it was me. All colors seemed to vanish, except for a glare on the ridges in the metal floor before me. Whichever way I turned, the beautiful glare was in front of me. It was pink. Neon pink.
“Where is it coming from?” I murmurred.
It can’t be, I thought. But I knew it was. The card in my pocket. In the dim light, the glare was those few thousand photons that made it through my blouse to the card, bounced back out through the fabric, then hit the floor and reflected back into my eyes, all the while retaining their bright, beautiful, perfect color. Not even daring to look down, I pulled the card from my pocket.
Everything disappeared as I fell into it. I was gone, dead.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
I blinked and winced in pain. My eyes felt dry and closed with great difficulty. I realized I was still alive. I ached from bruises in half a dozen places, my left hand was shaking, but besides my eyes the loudest pain was between my legs. I tried to remember what had happened. Did I have sex?
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Janey’s face. She smiled and wiped at my face with a handkerchief. My chin and blouse were wet, my arm asleep from propping myself up.
“I pushed the card over the edge. Wow Keiko, your eyes are really red. Sorry, it took me a long time to get back.”
Suddenly I remembered everything! I looked down at myself. My blouse was damp and I could see my boobs... but they were flat! I eagerly pulled at my collar and looked into my shirt: my boobs were back to normal! My nipples were tiny! I slowly reviewed everything in my mind, and realized immediately that all the mental changes were gone as well. I had no desire whatsoever to be a slave or follow orders or pleasure men, or advertise myself as a sexual good time.
“It worked!” I shouted. I grabbed Janey and hugged her. “I’m back to normal! I poisoned myself again and looked at the card I wrote and I’m okay now.” I could feel the firm jelly-like fullness of her chest pressing against me. It was disgusting. I pulled away, and looked at her.
“God, Janey,” I said, “You really look... different. We need to get you back to normal as soon as possible.”
“No!” she shouted. “Please Keiko, you can’t change me back.”
“And don’t tell me to shut up!” she said quickly. “Please, just listen to me, okay?”
I looked around and saw the arrow a few feet away, behind Toby. Toby! I rushed to him. I hope he’ll be okay, I thought. He was so cute. All this time I had really been acting like a snob, I realized, and all because of that stupid shirt at the mall. My feelings for him returned, despite the way he had acted, and I remembered running into him and breaking his glasses. Toby wears glasses, I thought. How could I have not been excited by that? I tried to imagine him with them and couldn’t. Despite his intentions, I was still attracted to him. My crush was back!
“If you change me back it will be like killing me. I’ve really thought a lot about this, okay? I know I’m not the same now, but I’m happy and if I go back to the way I was before then the new me will be dead. Keiko, do you understand? You’ll be murdering me!”
“Yes, but you’ll be thankful. The old you never would have wanted this!”
“Keiko, you know how good it feels to obey people. I never want to give that up. That’s the new me. I don’t want my personality changed again.”
“Yes, your personality will change and you’ll be different, again, but...”
She pulled up her T-shirt and exposed her breasts. They were pale and disgustingly, obscenely large, as big as really big grapefruit. The aureolae were as wide as saucers. They hung heavily from her chest and she grasped them and held them firmly.
“This is the new me, Keiko! And I love it!” She flung herself at me and I almost fell over trying to back away. But she was only trying to get to Toby. As I watched, she rubbed her swollen boobs against his leather jacket, moaning and cooing and I felt sick to my stomach and perhaps just a little bit jealous, because Toby had all but said he wanted Janey more than me.
“It feels so good,” she purred. “How could this be wrong? My body was built to make men happy. You remember how good it felt. You remember it, I know you do.”
“For the last time, Janey, it’s not real!” I yelled. “It only feels good because you think it does.”
She lifted herself away from Toby and took my hand, holding it tightly. “I have your purse, Keiko.” I saw it by her leg.
“In it are all the notes I got from Toby. Four old ones and one new one I just got today. I don’t want to leave you, Keiko. After graduation we’ll go our separate ways but we don’t have to.”
“You can’t possibly have a new note,” I said. “There aren’t any more cards. I bought all of them from the stationery store.”
She moved closer to me. I could feel her breast on my arm, warm and heavy.
“No...” I murmurred.
“I do have a new one, and I know somewhere inside you want to read it. Keiko, it’s so simple and easy. The poison’s in you now. If you just look at the cards, you won’t have to worry about anything ever again,” she said. “Just a little look, and life will make sense. Remember how happy you were fucking Toby, how good it felt to make him happy. You’ve had a crush on him for like forever and now you have a chance to be with him forever.”
I need to tell her to shut up, I thought. But in spite of it all I did remember how wonderful it had felt to be with him, pleasuring him, the incredible sensations. Janey’s hedonistic lifestyle was seductive but it wasn’t worth giving up my life over, was it?
“Give in to it,” she said. “I know you want it. Don’t fight it. You’re always so stubborn about things, Keiko. It feels so good to have big boobs, to be sexy. We can stay together forever and be Toby’s slaves and we’ll never have to worry about anything.”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks. My eyes still hurt. I hugged her.
“I don’t want to,” I sobbed. I looked at Toby’s handsome face, trying to figure out how I could even be considering going back, but the truth was that it felt so good to give in, to lose. I couldn’t forget that. Janey moved closer, whispering in my ear.
“You know what it means to be female, to have a great body and to be able to use it the way you’re meant to. It can all make sense, Keiko. No more wondering about anything ever again. You just think it’s a fake kind of happiness now because you’re not having it now. It’s real.”
“No,” I said.
“Trust me. When you feel it, it will be real, just like before, and we’ll be together, and we’ll be slaves to anyone who wants our bodies, and we’ll feel so fantastic. You can’t tell me you don’t want that.”
“I don’t want it.” But I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure at all. I felt like I was being hypnotized.
She ground her breasts against me with a sigh. “Okay, I’ll make it easy. I’ll open your purse and take out the cards. If you don’t want to look, close your eyes.”
What would it be like to think I was a slave, completely, one hundred percent with no doubts whatsoever? To know for a fact that my sole purpose in life was giving pleasure to any man who wanted it? To be as happy and sure about things as Janey? Why was it so attractive suddenly? Because I remembered how happy I had been for those brief moments? Because it felt so good to give in? My heart was pounding; I sensed this was the most important moment in my life.
She opened my purse. Its mouth glowed, as if the interior was full of pastel angels.
“Janey, I’m not thinking correctly right now, I think we—” I said.
She pulled out the first card, and I didn’t close my eyes. Everything was so beautiful.
Five flashes later, I blinked.
“Okay, that’s that,” she said. I closed my mouth and looked around. After a few moments of blinking I was able to see her before me. I’m still the same, I thought. Nothing changed.
I ripped off my blouse to show Janey my boobs, and they were the same size. Wait, I never would have done that before, I thought. I am different, I realized. I’m a slave.
“I’m a slave!” I shouted. Janey laughed at me. I must have been crazy not to realize it before, I thought. It was so obvious. This is so cool, I thought. My brain is all different and I don’t mind at all! I had been foolish to fight it. Of course I realized the cards had changed me, had reprogrammed my mind, but it was so obvious that I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I hadn’t realized before that I was a slave to pleasuring men. It was my purpose in life; I should have been able to figure it out on my own. I shouldn’t have needed a poison arrow to realize it, but somehow I had. I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face.
“Wow, I’m so happy,” I said.
“See, it doesn’t matter that it’s not real.”
“It is real,” I said.
“Wait, where am I?” Suddenly I didn’t remember. I was in Washington High, but where in the school? I couldn’t remember the way out. I looked down and saw I was really high up, above the gym! My head seemed fuzzier than usual.
I felt a tingle in my chest. “Here come my big boobs,” I said. I couldn’t wait to feel them growing in. Men were going to see them and want me.
I pressed my palms to them flatly, holding them as tightly as possible. I felt the nipples hardening first, then the breast underneath them pushing my hands further and further away. The skin was prickling beneath my fingers. Damn, I’m so sensitive, I thought. I feel great.
“Kiss me,” Janey said.
I grasped her head and kissed her deeply, wholesomely. A small part of me was amazed that I didn’t even have to think about doing it—the reaction to her command was like a reflex. There was no other option than doing what she commanded. The rest of me was just tingling from the pleasure that any slave feels from doing what she’s told. I gasped and sucked in a breath of hot air from her mouth. My boobs were getting more and more sensitive, and I could feel them pulling down. It was so amazing to feel soft breasts pressing against soft breasts. I only wished that Toby could wake up and see us.
As my breasts swelled even larger than Janey’s, we broke apart the kiss so I could play with them. I was gasping and heaving and my body was on fire in a dozen places. My lips felt like they were puffy or swollen, and my butt became big and cushiony. I wished I had more than two hands. My body was becoming ulta-feminine. No man could look at me and not think about fucking me, which was exactly what I wanted.
“I still don’t understand how there could be five cards,” I said, trying desperately to think about anything other than my expanding aureolae. They were getting even wider than before. My breasts were like volleyballs, cow udders that I was having trouble keeping up. I couldn’t believe how firm and heavy they were. It felt like two bags of cement were hanging from my chest. Squeezing them, I could feel stuff inside of them, and they ached. But they were worth any minor discomfort because they advertised me as a woman; I couldn’t wait to squash them against some man’s hard chest.
In the middle of it all, I heard someone coming up the stairs. Janey and I both turned eagerly to await whoever it was, both hoping he had a dick between his legs.
“Still thinking about it?” said Janey. “You never give up, do you? There weren’t five cards, one of the new notes was typed on the back of an old card.”
Even caught up in the sensations of my new body, some part of me understood. I had been completely wrong about everything.
Rob helped us out of the school. I just couldn’t remember my way around at all. I’m afraid we were all over him. Walking with my new body was an adventure of wiggling and jiggling. Being in his car was fun. The leather seats were so soft. He kept us quiet most of the time by ordering us to make out with each other.
“Shouldn’t there be an ambulance coming?” I thought aloud.
“Don’t worry,” Rob said. “I was sitting in the cafeteria waiting for some skater to get off the payphone, and then I thought, ‘fuck it, he’ll be okay.’”
Yeah, Toby will be okay, I thought. I settled back into the luscious leather seats, so soft and smooth against my back. I couldn’t believe how nice it was to be a slave. All my struggling with the mystery seemed kind of pathetic in hindsight.
“Keiko, you tried so hard, but you’re just a girl,” Janey said.
I already knew that the accident was only half an accident, because Mr. Kirkwood made his granddaughter, Cindy, convince Rob to fire the arrows. Thus they created trouble for Mr. Lopez and got the drama club play changed into a musical for the PTA. In return, Rob explained, Cindy was allowed to sneak into City Hall and edit her personal transcript. But the arrows weren’t supposed to hit anyone.
I realized I had made a crucial mistake in assuming the first card had been brought with the flowers Toby had left under the name “Johnny Johnson,” when in fact it had been part of Janey’s things I had taken to the hospital. She had used the spell in Herbal Magick For Personal Gain (a book Toby would later steal from her locker) to make the card, in hopes of binding Rob to her will. But unluckily, she had used pink paper and the poison in her blood made her fall in love with her own curse, so she was forced to follow the instructions to control herself “in mind and body.” That’s probably why she knew the decoy card I left was fake, because she didn’t type it herself. It also explained why the typing wasn’t as nice on subsequent notes—she was typing the notes blind.
Unfortunately, her strange behavior caused Toby to start spying on her, and he heard her discuss her problem with Mr. Hamilton, the school guidance counselor. Then he decided to take advantage of her. It seemed that having his own personal sex slave pushed all the right buttons for him. I knew it certainly did for me... now.
While I had retrieved the arrow and struggled with Toby, Janey snuck off to the library to type the last note. Since she didn’t have any more pieces of paper, she typed it on the back of one of the previous ones. She had gone to the mall to look for more cards, but thanks to me she hadn’t found any.
“Sorry Keiko,” she said. “In the hospital I just had this realization that I had to control myself, to make myself a slave. It was so strong, so right, that I didn’t consider any other options. I had to do it. I couldn’t tell anyone, especially someone like you who would try to stop me. I knew it was wrong, but it excited me so much and I just couldn’t stop. I had all these kinky ideas to transform myself and I honestly couldn’t stop. And then when you got involved it was the greatest thing ever. It had to be fated, it just had to be. I didn’t lie to you, well not until the end, anyway. But only because I knew you’d be as happy as I am.”
“I am,” I said, smooching her again. My head felt different in a strange way, and I began wondering what Janey had typed on the last note. But she couldn’t remember.
Rob was able to read it to us.
I WILL SEND NO MORE NOTES. FORGET EVERYTHING YOULEARNEDIN SCHOOL. ENJOY YOUR NEW LIFE, SLAVE.
I learned to read in school. I learned to write in school.
I learned almost everything I know there. I tried to think of anything missing from my mind but if it was missing how would I know what it was to think about it? I could still say the alphabet but when I tried to think about the shape of an “A” I couldn’t come up with anything.
I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to write The Great American (Mystery) Novel like I had always wanted. But when I put it in perspective, that was such a small thing. Life was wonderful and no one ever had as much fun writing as I knew I would have getting fucked. College wasn’t an option anymore, but I was already a perfect slave so there really wasn’t any point to going anyway. Besides, my tits were so gigantic and any lifestyle that needed them to be covered was out of the question.
Sometimes love is forever, but not always. Time is the only cure. Janey and I were in love with being slaves, pleasuring men, etc. Perhaps our love would fade eventually, but I couldn’t imagine it and when I thought about it I felt cold. Despite being intertwined in Janey’s arms, I shivered. I suppose it was possible that I would remember how to read and write and do multiplication some day, but only a small part of me wanted to and only then because I knew the old Keiko would have wanted it. My life before realizing I was a slave was pretty stupid, actually.
“Where are you taking us?” Janey asked. “We’ve been driving for a long time.”
“Lick Mouse’s tits,” Rob said. I lowered Janey’s head into my lap and she smiled up at my jiggling boobs. I shuddered in delight as her tongue lapped at me. My monster nipples looked much more at home on my huge half-melon boobs than they had on the little mounds I had before.
“What will we do?” I asked Janey. “This was your idea. Well, we’re slaves. I don’t think my mom will be happy. I wonder what I should tell her.”
Rob was laughing at us in the front seat. I really wanted him to pull over so I could fuck him.
“Forget about her,” Janey said, between licks. “We’ll give ourselves to some rich, sexy executive with loads of cash and a big house—someone from a good family, I’m thinking maybe a king or some stud-muffin prince—and we’ll pleasure him every hour of every day.” I started rubbing my wet boobs just thinking about it, and Janey lapped at my hands. It was a great idea, though I didn’t really care if our master was rich or not. Janey still thought she was a princess, which was absolutely ridiculous. As if there were any kings around here.
“But who?” I said. We definitely needed someone to control us, that much was certain. I was thinking my stepfather would be a great start.
“Keiko, you’re so stupid,” she said. “It doesn’t matter.”
When I thought about it, it really didn’t.