HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILLY CARPENTER...
By Gunslinger



The door into the apartment rattled, then swung open, a strong-but-feminine hand slipping around the frame of the door and finding the light switch just inside. With a familiar motion, it flicked the switch upwards and flooded the small foyer of the apartment with light.

“Come on, Milly - we're home...” Terri said, kindly, guiding her friend and roommate into the apartment and closing the door behind them.

“I... I'm sorry to be such a nuisance...” Milly sniffed, her dark, watery eyes rimmed in red from the tears she'd shed this evening. “I'm really sorry, Terri.”

“No - don't you dare apologize...” Terri said, sharply.

Blinking, the skinny, brown-haired girl peered in the direction of her friend. “What?”

Terri sighed - she hadn't meant to snap at her friend. Right now, that's the last thing Milly needed. “I didn't meant to snap at you, Milly...” Terri said with a sigh, exasperation causing her to run her hand through her short, sandy-blonde hair. “It's just that you have nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault that those... jerks decided that stealing your glasses would be funny.”

“I.. I guess you're right...” Milly sniffed, her entire body huddled in on itself after the mistreatment the 'popular' guys had given her tonight. Terri couldn't help but blame herself, in part, for what had happened this evening. Tomorrow was Milly's birthday, and the athletic, tom-boyish girl had thought that taking the mousy, lanky girl out to start the celebration early would be a good idea - only to have the evening turn into a complete debacle. Another example of the pessimistic phrase 'No Good Deed Goes Unpunished'...

It was a philosophy that both girls were well familiar with them.

On first glance, the two women had very little in common. Millicent J. Carpenter was the epitome of a 'mousy' girl, from the top of her bland, lifeless brown hair to the end of her completely unremarkable toes. Tall, skinny and lanky, Milly had no figure worth speaking about, seeming more like a stick figure then a real person, with narrow hips and almost no feminine 'padding' anywhere in her body, a lack that was most noticeable in the bust and the derrière. Even her face seemed more of a quick sketch then a real face - despite being fairly skinny, her narrow face managed to remain somehow undefined, the bones of her face refusing to sharply define her chin or cheeks - and, almost as if to 'compensate', her nose was too large and prominent above her thin, nearly colorless lips, dominating her whole face. Except when a coupe of jerks decided to play 'keep away' with them, Milly wore thick glasses to compensate for the weakness of her pale, watery brown eyes. While many seventeen-year-old girls had eagerly embraced the wearing of make-up by now, Milly's face remained unadorned - no make-up with help with her appearance much, and would only serve to draw the eye to her face, which was the last thing she wanted. It was almost a defense for her to wear the clothes she did - big, colorless skirts, baggy sweaters, nothing bright or form-fitting. With her figure, the less that showed the better...

Theresa-Anne Knight, on the other hand, was completely unlike her tall, lanky friend. Of about average height, the sandy-blonde girl had a lithe, supply body that was tanned and toned from hours of athletic activity every day. She was almost preternaturally fit, and slightly over-muscular for most people's definition of 'beauty'. Her face, while well-defined, also fell short of beautiful, being more 'willful' most of the time, though her usually up-beat personality managed to transform her slightly too-strong features into 'cute' at times. Usually, Terri's toned, athletic body could be found clad in athletic clothing such as spandex bike-shorts and crop-tops, or into unisex casual clothing like jeans and T-shirts.

Even their personalities were direct opposites - Terri, outgoing and generally chipper, Milly quite and very shy.

However, a common bond had forged a powerful friendship between the disparate girls - both were intelligent girls with wonderful qualities and caring, giving personalities...

..and both were completely ignored by guys. For Terri, it was because she was more-or-less treated as 'one of the guys' herself, accepted by her peers but never seen 'that way'. Milly, however, was an outcast, not only unwelcome, but ridiculed and demeaned. Terri had never seen a girl so completely downtrodden by her so-called peers, and her heart went out to her - one of the reasons she'd agreed to share an apartment with her when she'd been looking for a roommate. If Terri hadn't answered the ad and taken the other room in the apartment, God only knows who the poor girl would have been saddled with as a roommate.

In the six months since then, their friendship had formed and solidified, until they were closer to each other then any other friend they'd ever had.

In the same time, Terri had also become very, very protective of her shy friend, and to see something like this happen to her angered Terri to no end, though she struggled to not show any of that anger in front of Milly, who had seemed to long ago accept her fate and now merely let whatever happen roll across her with a resigned acceptance of pain that hurt Terri's heart to see.

Guiding her near-sighted friend to her bedroom, Terri gently closed the door behind Milly after wishing her a goodnight, the made her way down the hall and through the small living room to the sliding glass doors that led out onto the balcony. Stepping through the doors into the cool, late-summer night air, she shut the door behind her, effectively sealing the apartment off from her...

...and allowing her to work off some of her rage without upsetting Milly.

“Damn it!” She shouted to an uncaring universe, shaking a fist at the stars that glittered in the ebony sky. “It's not fair! Is to it much to ask that she have at least one day in her life where she can take control of her destiny? Too much to ask that she can have one day where she need not fear anybody or anything? Is that too much to ask...?”

* * * * * * *

In the street below, a dark-clad figure paused to listen to the frustrated, angry shouts of the young woman.

Though great age showed in his deeply lined face and leonine mane of white hair, the strong-featured man's carriage was erect, almost regal under his long, dark overcoat - or, so old-fashioned was the design, perhaps 'cloak' would be a better description. Though he carried a gnarled, well-aged cane of rowan-wood with him, he put no weight on it, using it to mark the tempo of his firm stride rather then to support himself. Now, he tapped the walking stick thoughtfully on the ground, his eyelids slowly slid closed, and his head cocking slightly to the side, as if listening to a very distance sound.

After a moment, his eyes opened again, the dark, knowledgeable pools of limpid black thoughtful and sympathetic.

“So - this is where you are now...” He whispered in a voice that carried the faintest hint of an English accent beneath his well-worn tones. “A hundred lifetimes, a hundred different lives, and still you are punished for your first, which you no longer even recall....”

He looked up again, at where the strong young woman was disappearing back into the apartment, the glow from inside lighting her fit, tanned body for a moment before she dissaperead, her drawing the curtians inside the aprtment dimming the light.

“Even now, without knowing who she was, or why she does it, yur etrnal champion guards you still...” the man whispered, regretfully. “Though Arthur no longer impedes you, the universe conspires to keep your love from being consummated once more.”

Looking down at the ground and cursing himself for being a sentimental old fool, (very sentimental, and very old), the man decided that, given the circumstances, it wasn't too much to ask...

Closing his eyes again, his weathered brow furrowed in intense concentration. Lifting the Rowan-wood cane, he began to trace intricate patterns in the air with the tip, while moonlight glinted off it's polished surface, almost making it appear as if it were glowing with a faint, silvery inner light.

A few sends later, the man lowered his arm and relaxed, letting out his pent-up breath in a long, slow gust.

“Happy birthday, Milly Carpenter...” the man said, softly, wearily, as if the motions had taken an enormous expenditure of energy from him.

With a step that was more weary then a moment before, but full of a certain pride, the man who was currently using the name Martin Ambrose continued onward, the sidewalk all-to-familiar under his feet as he continued a centuries-old quest, filling the days and years with meaningless activity as he awaited the incarnation of the man who was the once, and future, king...

* * * * * * * *

At eight twenty-two, Milly slowly yawned and blinked blearily up at the out-of-focus ceiling above her, the faded off-white stucco a golden blur of morning sunlight to the skinny girl.

Half awake, Milly responded to long-standing habit, and began to grope around on her night-table for her glasses, not yet awake enough to remember the events of the night before.

“Come on...” She murmured, sleepily. “they're here somewhere...”

Just then, her bony fingers made contact with the arm of her glasses, and she pulled the silver-rimmed, thick-lensed glasses to her nearly non-existent bosom, using her other hand to sweep her hair out of her face before settling the glasses onto her prominent nose, snapping the sun-splashed ceiling into focus.

Pushing off her covers, Milly sat up and swung her long, coltish legs over the edge of the bed, staring down at her too-thin legs in resignation.

Standing up, Milly wrapped her bathrobe around her slim frame and padded out of her room. As she crossed the hallway to the bathroom, she smelled the welcome odor of fresh-brewed coffee, indicating that Terri was already up and about - Milly wasn't a 'morning person', but Terri was.

Reaching the bathroom, she started the water running in the shower, allowing it to warm up, then turned to take off her glasses and put them on top of the toilet tank...

“Hey!” Milly exclaimed, a little more alert now. She placed the glasses down with a small grin. “Good old Terri - she went and got my glasses back for me...”

Glad she had such a staunch defender, Milly climbed into the now-warm shower. Following her usual 'head to toe' method of cleaning, she reached for the shampoo... and stopped.

The usual white blur she reached for wasn't there. The small stainless-steel rack that hung from the shower nozzle usually contained two blue containers - Terri's shampoo and conditioner - and a white one, her own cheap shampoo. Today, she could only see two blue blurs - and remembered, now, throwing away her empty shampoo container.

Leaning her head forward, out of the spray, she picked up one of the blue containers and brought it right up to her nose, the container coming into focus that close to her myopic eyes.

“'European Formula Shampoo'...” She read, aloud. “...'Adds extra volume and bounce, and leaves hair soft, moisturized and radiant-looking.'”

Figuring Terri wouldn't mind, Milly squirted some of the shampoo into the palm of her hand...

* * * * * *

Leaning against the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, Terri yawned widely, tugging her white terry-cloth (Or, perhaps, Terri's cloth) robe around her well-toned frame.

Filling her mug with a cup of the steaming, fragrant brew, Terri walked over to the fridge and added a dollop of cream, walking over to the table. Sitting down, she crossed her legs, tugging on one leg of the jeans she was wearing to ease the pressure on her knee as...

Jeans? She thought with a moment of confusion. But...?

Then some of the confusion cleared as she clearly remembered getting up early and tracking down a couple of the guys from last night so she could get Milly's glasses back.

Shaking her head, brow furrowed slightly in puzzlement at her own, unusual confusion over what she'd done this morning, Terry began sipping at her forth cup of coffee of the day. Usually, she awoke easily and quickly, but she felt oddly groggy this morning, her mind fuzzy - though it was rapidly clearing. Still - the morning up till now had a sort of hazy, dreamy quality, and she guessed that - for some reason - she hadn't been fully awake as she'd done the favor for her roommate.

Terri had finished her coffee, and was just refilling her mug, when Milly entered the kitchen, her wet hair draped back over her shoulders and dressed in her usual baggy, colorless clothing.

“ 'Morning...” Milly said.

Handing her the mug of coffee she'd just poured for herself, Terri got another mug and filled it. “Good morning - and happy birthday, Milly.”

“Thanks...” Milly said, grinning shyly. “Thanks for getting my glasses back, too.”

“No problem...” Terri said, with a frustrated sigh. “I was glad to do it - those assholes just get me so angry...!”

Milly very lightly touched the well-muscled arm that Terri's bright-yellow crop-top left exposed.

“Terri - today's my birthday, and to keep it from being spoiled, I'm just going to accept whatever today brings without worrying about it. I can think about it tomorrow.” Milly said, quietly.

“Yeah - but..” Terri started, not liking her friend's willing acceptance of what today might bring.

With somewhat uncharacteristic firmness, Milly spoke. “You're not going to try and point anything out that might disturb me, either. Today's my birthday, right?”

“Yeah - okay...” Terri said. It was Milly's birthday, and if would make her happy...

“Thank you, Terri...” Milly said, that all-too-rare grin resurfacing briefly.

“Sure thing, Milly. Now - I'm going to take care of breakfast this morning.”

Usually, Milly made her own breakfast, since Terri was generally already up by the time Milly awoke. In fact, Milly usually cooked, even for both of them...

...and there was a reason for that. Milly was an excellent cook, one of those talents that guys didn't bother themselves to learn about her. Terri, on the other hand...

“Uh...” Milly said, nervously, remembering the burned, inedible mess that had been Terri's last attempt at cooking. Anything that came out of a box or can and could be microwaved was fine, but 'real' cooking wasn't Terri's forte...

“Gotcha!” Terri said, with a grin. “I didn't say I was going to cook you breakfast, did I? C'mon - I'm taking you out for breakfast.”

“Oh - okay...” Milly said, relaxing. Even with her best friend and roommate, Milly was so reserved that she wouldn't out-and-out say that Terri's cooking was awful - but she could admit it to herself, and was relived that she wasn't going to have to choke down another awful meal.

“So - where do you want to go?” Terri asked, as they put on their shoes and headed out of their ground-floor apartment.

“I don't know...” Milly said, hesitantly. “Uh... where were you thinking of...?”

Terri's lips tightened at her friend's wishy-washy answer, but she'd learned not to berate Milly about it - doing so felt to much like kicking a puppy.

Milly, seeing that look, hunched her shoulders slightly and turned away, hiding her 'phobia' about upsetting people in any way by getting the mail out of the mailbox near the door...

“Uh... maybe that restaurant in the mall...?” Milly said, a second later, surprising Terri by the suggestion.

“Sure - they have a good breakfast special, I hear.” Terri agreed readily.

“Good...” Milly said, turning around to reveal a shyly naughty grin. “Then I can get an early start on spending this...”

'This' was the endowment check that both girls had known about, but had sort of forgotten until a happily surprised Milly had been reminded of it by the sight of the letter from 'her' lawyer in the mailbox. Her parents - who, sadly, had passes away when Milly was still quite young - had been smart enough to set up a trust fund the day their new daughter was brought home from the hospital - and the check that Milly was holding was her endowment.

All five thousand, seven hundred and ninety-three dollars, fifty-two cents of it.

“Well, hello!” Terri said, taking the check and reading the amount on it, twice. “Milly, honey - the day's starting to look up.”

“Yeah...” Milly said, still grinning - which made Terri's day all by itself. Usually grins sort of flitted across the skinny girl's face, then vanished - as if she were ashamed to be enjoying anything. This grin had remained on her narrow lips for an unprecedented three minutes so far, and didn't show any sign of waning.

“Well - what are we waiting for?” Terri asked, leading the eighteen-year old girl out to the nine-year-old Trans-Am she owned.

As they slid into the candy-apple-red sports car tat was Terri's pride and joy, Terri smiled enigmatically as she brought the car roaring to life, revving the engine in three long, loud bursts of power that made the car rock under the torque of the powerful engine.

Milly shuddered as well, which also had something to do with the torque of the car's performance engine, but not as directly.

“Terri...” Milly said, buckling her seat belt quickly and grabbing onto the door's grip. “You drive like a stunt-car driver!”

“You bet I do!” Terri grinned - then dropped the car into gear and peeled rubber out of the parking lot. The bright-red car shot forward, engine roaring as it shot straight out onto the road fronting the apartment.

Terri cranked the wheel hard - while pulling up on the parking brake's handle, locking up the tires. The car didn't so much turn as skid ninety degrees, the sloped hood pointing down the roadway. Releasing the brake, Terri stomped on the gas - and the car shot forward again, whipping past two other cars by slaloming between them, despite the fact that she came within an inch of each car in the precision movement.

“I feel great!” Terri shouted, eyes shining as she expertly maneuvered the car down the road, using every ounce of power and precision the car could give her.

Terri had always liked to drive fast - but she couldn't clearly remember the last time she'd driven the car this close to the edge of it's performance envelope before. Somehow, she seemed to know exactly what the car would do in any given instant, allowing her to push the car harder and faster then ever before.

Milly didn't respond to her friend's enthusiastic whooping - she was too busy holding on for dear life, eyes closed and whit-knuckled hands locked firmly onto the door grip.

For everyone else, it would have been a twenty-minute drive to the mall - Terri did it in fourteen minutes flat, sliding the car into a parking space with a loud screeching of protesting tires before the car came to a shuddering halt, perfectly centered in the space. Terri shut of the engine.

“...Mary, full of grace...” Milly was whispering.

“Relax, Mil - we're there.” Terri laughed, tapping her ashen friend on the shoulder.

Millie opened her eyes and smiled weakly at her friend. Unbuckling her seat belt, she didn't so much get out of the car as escape it.

The two friends headed towards the mall entrance, and Terri smiled at Milly - then blinked. The air whipping over the windshield had dried Milly's wet hair...

“Geez Louise, Milly - your hair looks fabulous!” Terri said, eyes widening. It did, too - instead of limp and dull, her hair was fuller and silkier, with a vibrant, rich shine.

They'd reached the entrance to the mall, and Milly used the ghostly reflection in the tempered glass doors to look at herself.

“You're right - it's lovely...” Milly said with a smile, running her hands through her long, rich brunette mane. “I used your shampoo because I was out - and I'm glad I did! Well, from now on, I'm not using cheap shampoo ever again. That salon shampoo gives me such beautiful hair.”

“Wow - I wished it worked that well for me...” Terri said, envious - the shampoo was pretty good, and it did clean her short mop of sandy-blonde hair better then most, but she'd never had such an amazing experience. Then again - her hair hadn't been nearly as limp and lifeless as Milly's had been to begin with, so maybe she shouldn't complain...

Pulling open the door to the mall, the stepped into the cool, dry atmosphere of the sprawling complex.

Terri nudged Milly and pointed to a tall, flaxen-haired girl, surrounded by a small group of guys.

“There's Lisa Tunney - and, as usual, she's got a flock of guys sniffing after her.”

Glancing over, Milly rolled her eyes at the sight of the head cheerleader and her entourage. “Well, duh!” Milly said, her mousy voice holding scorn - and a little longing. “She's got tits like a pair of volleyballs!”

* * * * * * *

“Why don't you run over to the Kwik-Stop and...” Lisa was 'suggesting' imperiously to one of the guys hanging around...

...when she felt a strange sensation from her chest.

“Hot damn!” the guys she was speaking to said, and Lisa's eyes dropped downward - to watch her fuzzy blue sweater slowly bushing outwards.

“What the...?”” Lisa gasped, hands flying to the soft fabric that covered her D-cup endowments...

...or, at least, what had been her D-cup tits a moment before - because the softly firm mounds of flesh, unrestrained by a bra under the whit T-shirt beneath the sweater, were growing, becoming fuller and heavier.

“Guys - look at this...!” The one in front of her said - but it was an unnecessary statement, as all the guys were crowding around, trying to get a good look as Lisa's tits swelled outwards beneath the sweater, becoming firmed and fuller, more spherical...

“Ahh... ahh..!” the inarticulate sounds escaping from her throat, Lisa stared, wide eyed, as her tits filled out her top more firmly and roundly. In a state of shock, she didn't even think about what she was doing - as she rucked her shirt and sweater up to get a better lock at the now-EEE-cup breasts that were thrust from her slender ribcage. They were large and firm and almost preternaturally round, the spherical masses of almost impossibly firm breast-flesh about the size - and shape - of volley-balls...

* * * * * *

“Jeez - she's actually flashing them!” Terri exclaimed, making a face. They were too far away for her to hear what they were saying, or get a good look - but there was no way of missing Lisa hauling her sweater up to reveal a pair of big, round tits. Oddly enough, they seemed a lot bigger bare then Terri could remember them looking at school, under cover - but she didn't think it worth mentioning to Milly.

Milly blushed, rather fetchingly. “Oh, she just loves showing off her tits...” She said, that trace of envy still running through her tones. “Come on - they're obviously fake...”

* * * * *

“Ah.. ahhhh.. oh... Um... Like what you see, guys...?” Lisa asked in a sexy little voice as her surprise and shock slid through the emotional spectrum into pleasure at the way the guys were staring at her large, firm, round tits. She should be happy about them - her father had certainly paid enough to get them for her, after all her nagging....

* * * * *


Shaking her head, Milly turned away from the spectacle Lisa was making of herself.

“She's going to get in trouble for doing that.” Milly said, dismissively. “Well - you go ahead and grab us a table inside - I'm going to cash my check.”

Although Terri wasn't really sold on the idea of splitting up - she didn't mind escorting Milly to the bank at all - she didn't think it was worth arguing about.

“Okay - don't be too long, or I'll start without you...” Terri mock threatened. Smiling, she lightly punched Milly on one slender shoulder, then watched her friend start walking away before turning back to enter the restaurant...

...too quickly to see that Milly had to swing wide around Lisa and her group, as Mall security showed up and began dispersing the guys, holding Lisa until the cops could arrive for the charge of 'indecent exposure'.

* * * * * *

As usual, Milly was walking fairly slowly, eyes focused on her sandals, unwilling to meet the eyes of anyone she passed, in case that person might take the gaze the wrong way.

So she didn't have any warning as a pair of hands reached around from behind her and snatched her glasses off her face.

Gasping. Milly whirled around, peering myopically at the fuzzy blur that was dancing about.

“Whatsamatter, four-eyes?” A voice she recognized taunted her - Billy Greyson, the guy who'd performed the same stunt last night. “can't see me well enough to grab your glasses back? Maybe you should go get your boyfriend, Terri - he is a guy, right? Flat chested, short hair, muscular? Gotta be...”

Suddenly, Milly's fear vanished, lost in a haze of anger. Terri knew Milly better then just about anyone on the planet, and was convinced that Milly was too frightened and nervous to stand up for herself - which was true, as far as it went.

However, when it came to the person Milly liked to call 'her bestest and onliest friend', it was a different matter...

Mousy little Milly suddenly drew herself up as tall and straight as she could - which, considering her lanky height, actually made a rather impressive sight as the backbone most people believed she lacked went as rigid as an iron bar - the same iron seeping into her voice as she spoke, a voice that was almost haughty in it's cool, controlled tones.

“As a matter of fact...” Milly said, firmly and strongly. “...Terri happens to be quite pretty, even if she is athletic...”

* * * * * *

Smiling up at the waitress who handed her the menu, Terri saw the woman's eyes widen - as Terri felt a strange, writhing sensation in her face.

“What the...?” Terri said, just about the same time the startled waitress asked “How did you...?”

staring at each other, Terri was the first of the two to find her voice, as her strong fingers slid slowly across her face, finding it unfamiliar terrain. “What the hell happened...?”

Wordlessly, the waitress dug into one of her apron's pockets, and emerged with a small compact, which she handed to Terri.

Opening it, Terri stared in amazement at her face...

Well, sort of - because it wasn't the face that she was used to seeing in the mirror. It was still recognizable, as if coming from the same genetic background. However, it was as if it were the face of the prettier sister she didn't have - the strong nose had become somewhat smaller, though not completely unlike her original one. Her eyes appeared slightly larger, and the lashes framing them were longer. The cheekbones below her altered eyes were better defined, while the chin was less so, becoming smoother and slightly more pointed. Her lips had become considerably fuller, more sensual.

Though she still looked like a cheerful, approachable young woman, it was no longer a case of being just shy of 'pretty' - she was very pretty in a cute, open way. She AHD the ideal face for those 'girl next door' type calendar shoots, with a beauty that was bright and cheerful, not as cool and mysterious as, say, a fashion model - yet, this was achieved with only mild changes to a face that was still recognizably hers.

“Holy shit...!” Was the only thing Terri could think of to say. The waitress nodded her head in stunned agreement with the sentiment.

* * * * * *

Billy - somewhat taken aback by Milly's sudden change in attitude - wasn't willing to back down. He was still pissed off at Terri for tracking him down and getting these glasses back for Milly.

“Yeah, right...” Billy sneered. “That's why she never wears make-up, or jewelry, or girl's clothes...”

Milly also refused to back down in defending her friend - even if she had to 'fudge' the truth to do so.

“Actually, that's just when she's exercising or playing sports.” Milly said, coolly. “When she's just out having some fun, she almost always wears make-up and some jewelry - and she has lots of 'girlie clothes', and she wears them quite often...”

* * * * * *

Terri was still staring, slack-jawed, in the small mirror - when something else happened to her.

As she watched, amazed, color began to appear on her face, as if applied by an unseen hand. Faint - but definite - strokes of blush appeared on her redefined cheekbones, further emphasizing the shape of her face, as pastel eye-shadow was applied above lashes that suddenly acquired a light coat of mascara. At the same time, a pastel pink lipstick suddenly applied itself to her fuller lips, making them even more enticing - while a pair of small gold-colored earrings appeared in her ears, which - a second ago - hadn't even been pierced. The earrings matched the small necklace that appeared around her neck.

As stunning as this was for Terri, she couldn't devote all her attention to her face - because a strange sensation diverted her gaze to her legs..

Which were no longer covered by jeans. She was now wearing a mid-thigh length denim skirt that showed off her toned, tanned legs, and her feet were no longer clad in sneakers, but a pair of sandal-style strappy shoes with a three-inch high arched block heel.

The waitress stared, open mouthed, at the customer - who had, in a few minutes, gone from athletic and kind of boyish, to athletic and very pretty, with a lovely new face, and a very becoming outfit that emphasized her toned-yet-feminine body.

Leaning forward, the waitress said;

“I don't know how you did that... but can you do it to me, to?”

Blinking, Terri stared back at the waitress.

“Hell - I don't know how I did it, either...”

Then Terri smiled. “...but I'm not complaining...!”

* * * * * *

“As for my glasses...” Milly continued, regally. “...if you want them so bad, just keep them. I can see fine without them!'

It didn't even faze her when the world suddenly popped into perfectly clear focus and depth, her tormentors sneering face suddenly sharp and clear.

“Since you think Terri's a guy...” She said, turning away and getting in her last parting shot. “...you must need them pretty badly!”

She completely ignored Billy's strangled shout of surprise and horror as his world suddenly went badly out of focus. Still seething at his verbal attacks on Terri, Milly's core of anger lent her unaccustomed authority as she cashed her check, getting no 'static' from the cashier who counted out five hundred dollars into Milly's hand and put the rest into her account.

That anger was fading by the time she went to the restaurant, though, and she was more-or-less back in her shell as she meekly slid into the seat at the table where Terri waited.

“Have you ordered yet?” Milly asked Terri in a quiet voice.

“Huh?” Terri asked, tearing her attention away from the refection in the window she'd been staring at. Milly hadn't commented on her altered appearance, and for some reason Terri didn't feel like bringing it up, even though she was ecstatic - if mystified - over it. Perhaps Milly couldn't see the change, since she wasn't wearing her glasses - though, oddly, Terri didn't think of bringing that up, either. “Uh - no, no I haven't.”

The signaled one very wide-eyed waitress that they were ready to order. After making their choices, they started chatting while waiting for their food to be brought.

“so - what do you think about the rumors miss Jackson's a dyke?” Terri asked with a giggle, referring to the female Phys. Ed. Teacher, who was even more muscular and mannish then Terri was.. or had been.

Milly blushed at the topic, but answered evenly. “Are you kidding - it's too much of a stereotype. No - Miss Jackson's not a lesbian...”

* * * * * * *

Her strong, firm body wrapped around her lover, Carol Jackson nibbled on Marcie's earlobe...

...then suddenly felt a wave of revulsion and pulled away.

“Hey!” Marcie said, startled, as her muscular lover all-but-recoiled from her, climbing off the bed. “What's wrong?”

“I.. don't know!” Carol said, wide eyed, as she turned away from Marcie with a shudder...

* * * * * * *

“..but Mz. Lansky is.” Milly finished, referring to the head librarian.

* * * * * * *

“Excuse me, Ms. Lansky?”

Hurriedly tucking the lurid mail-order 'romance' novel she was reading out of sight, the slender, cool-looking woman looked up at the coed standing in front of the desk.

“Yes...?” She asked... while noticing how lithe and firm-bodied the young woman was.

“Where would I find 'Paradise Lost'?” The girl asked, an odd tone in her voice as she noticed the way the librarian was eyeing her.

“Uh.. fourth floor..” Ms. Lansky answered, unconsciously licking her lips, eyes focused on the gentle rise and fall of young girl's bosom.

The girl scampered away, and Ms. Lansky went back to reading her book.

The mail-order 'lesbian' romance that was so difficult to find in 'normal' bookshops. After all, being a closet lesbian did have its drawbacks...

* * * * * *

Their food arrived, and the two friends ate in companionable quite, with only the occasional between-bite comment. When they'd finished their meal and paid for the check, the two of them headed out in the mall to do a little shopping, strolling along without any hurry as they peered in the windows of the shops.

They were looking in the window of a shoe store when Terri caught Milly's quick glance at a certain pair of 'not Milly' style boots, then her faint flush as she glanced away just as quickly.

“come on - go ahead and try on a pair.” Terri urged, pointing to the shoes.

“I don't know...” Milly hesitated, blush deepening.

“It's your birthday - and it's not like you have to buy them, if you don't want to. Just.. have fun.” Terri said, nudging her.

Milly grinned uncertainly... “Well.. okay...”

they went into the store, and Milly - blushing and unable to meet the saleswoman's eyes - asked nearly inaudibly to try on a pair of the black leather boots in the window.

Mentally shrugging, The woman went into a back room and returned with the correct size boots, and helped Milly put them on.

Black leather and knee high, the boots featured a four-and-a-half inch heel, raising the already tall, slender girl up even higher. Blushing furiously at wearing boots that were so out-of-character for her, Milly went over to the mirror and decorously lifted up her skirt to mid-thigh to survey the resulting look.

“Hey!” Milly said, glancing over at Terri. “You know - I actually have really nice legs!”

When she turned her attention back to the mirror, it was to smile at the very shapely-looking legs that the boots now clad.

The sales-woman's jaw dropped. “You... your legs just changed!” She stammered.

Blinking, Milly glanced over at the woman.

“What? - No, it's just the clothes and shoes I usually wear. I guess I never realized I'm not the coltish young girl I was just after puberty - I've filled out and become better looking since then.”

The sales woman was now making strangled sounds, eyes wide as saucers, as Milly's skinny body filled out, her clothes drawing somewhat tighter over a tall body that went from 'painfully skinny' to 'delightfully slender' in the space of a few seconds.

“See, Terri - you've been telling me that I'm not a scrawny nerd all this time, and I've just refused to believe you. “ She told Terri, happily. “You're right, though - I'm pretty good looking after all.”

“You sure are...” Terri affirmed with a weak smile, feeling incapable to express any shock as Milly's face underwent a transformation similar to the one her own had undergone a short while ago - remaining recognizably her own, but becoming much more lovely, with the too-large nose becoming smaller, finer and more feminine above lips that suddenly blossomed out to become full and enticing.

“I'll buy them!” She told the still-gaping saleswoman, referring to the boots. “In fact - I might as well buy a few more pairs of heels. I certainly have nice enough legs for them - and I bet my ass is pretty damned nice, too...” She turned in the mirror to check and, sure enough, her ass was full and firm and round, certainly quite delightful.

The stunned saleswoman fainted dead away.

Shrugging, Milly found another salesperson, who first helped the groggy, mumbling woman into the back to rest for awhile, then helped Milly pick out a few new pairs of shoes.

“How about these...?” Terri suggested with a giggle, holding up a pair of bright-red platform shoes with a six-inch heel.

“Hell, no!” Milly said, offended. “Kara Davies owns a pair like those - and she's just a big-titted slut.”

* * * * * * * *

At that moment, the red-headed Kara Davies was pulling her usual routine with Steve, teasing him to get him to buy her things.

“Aw, c'mon Steve...” She pouted, 'unconsciously' pressing her arms together, causing her DD-cup tits to push together...

...when her tits began to tingle. They began to grow, pushing even further out then she'd ever intended, and she dropped her hands by her side to stare down at herself as the pleather corselette top she wore began to bulge as her tits swelled, milky cleavage spilling over the top of the glossy black garment.

“Whoa..!” Steve breathed, eyes widening, as the garment - unable to withstand the breast-flesh attempting to fill it - slid downwards under the pressure - leaving her now melon-sized tits to pop free and sway gently, the nipples rapidly becoming engorged in the slight breeze.

“Holy...!” Kara gasped, eyes going wide as her tits continued to swell, gaining heft and bounce as they grew bigger and bigger, until they were the size of a pair of basketballs, but not nearly as firm - though still quite firm in their own right, the hung in a truncated teardrop manner, the way a very large, natural breast would.

“Uh...” Steve said, shifting uncomfortable to hide his growing erection and wondering how Kara had done that. “Why don't I just go and...”

Kara looked up from her huge new breasts - then her eyes took on a hungry look.

“You're not going anywhere, stud...” She said in a low, hungry voice, as she reached out and ripped open his shirt, pressing her huge new tits tightly against his chest as she kissed him hungrily...

He didn't argue...

* * * * * * * *

After shoe shopping, Milly - more animated and excited then Terri had ever seen her - went on a whirl-wind shopping spree.

Her own self-image as a 'nerd' was breaking down, and she was gaining self-confidence in herself and her appearance - due in no small part to the fact that she was now indeed a vision of lovely young womanhood, even though she hadn't been this morning.

Terri had no idea how this was happening, or why Milly didn't seem to actually notice the changes both of them were undergoing - but she didn't say anything. If nothing else, it was because all of this was absolutely wonderful. Both of them were better looking then they'd been when they'd woken up that morning, and Milly was happier and more self confident then she'd ever been in her life. There was no way that Terri was going to do or say anything negative, to bring this incredible, magical day to a stop. It was just... too perfect.

Finally, about five o'clock, Milly finished her shopping spree and decided it was time to head home - before she spent all her money. She'd already spent nearly two-thousand of it on her new wardrobe, including nearly a hundred on stuff she insisted on buying for Terri, whose arguments about it being Milly's birthday were only half-hearted.

Milly was dressed in a different outfit then when she'd left home this morning - and, in fact, a different outfit then she'd ever worn before. It was odd, but the outfit was somehow 'Milly' without being the least bit dreary of 'disguising'.

In addition to the boots, she was wearing a pair of nylons - though you could only tell that when the hem of her flowing burgundy knee-length dress lifted or twirled with her movement. Somehow, that mad it more enticing then a tight, short skirt would be - that quick, almost illicit glimpse now and then was very seductive. More then that, the 'demure' nature of the skirt was somehow Milly to the core - but the new Milly, who was more confident and comfortable with herself, without being vain of 'cheap'. It was sexy - but in a sort of playful, innocently lovely way, rather then the cheap or trashy way a lot of the other girls went.

The same with the rest of her outfit. She was wearing a tight black mock-turtleneck shirt with long sleeves, covered with a wine-colored shawl-style cardigan - yet, though it covered her completely, it also revealed her delectably slender waist and her new, firm B-cup breasts. If you looked hard enough, you could see the nipples of her bra-less breasts denting the fabric - but with the semi-transparent knit shawl sweater, she was 'flaunting' it brazenly, but was as enticing as the way her nylons sometimes showed through her skirt.

Milly knew she was lovely - but in an excited, giggling way, not a vain, 'how can I use my body to get what I want' sort of way. She was almost a chipper and cheerful as Terri usually was - so much so, in fact, that she didn't even complain about Terri's driving as they screeched, squealed and roared home.

Terri was almost as ecstatic as she'd ever been, too - though she didn't know why or how, this was the most wonderful birthday Milly could have ever had, and it was a miracle. The day only seemed to get better and better...

Then Terri opened the door to their apartment - and her heart trip-hammered in her chest and her spirits fell as the shout of 'Surprise!' filled the air.

It could have - should have - been a wonderful, heart-warming sight, Milly's friends sneaking into the apartment to throw her a surprise party...

...except that Milly didn't really have friends. No - this wasn't a wonderful scene, but a prelude to humiliation and degradation in the guise of a 'friendly' party.

Terri recognized all of the people who were in the apartment, waiting for Milly's return.

The tall, muscular, blandly handsome blond man who'd popped up from behind the couch was Brad Winslow. A soccer player, the wealthy young man was a party-animal and self-proclaimed 'ladies man', and was decked out in a pair of khaki trousers and an off-white silk shirt, his longish mane of hair as carefully styled as ever.

Then there was Tammy Hollander - the tall, statuesque blonde girl Brad quite often dated. In the same moneyed social strum as Brad, she carried herself regally, her tailored clothes showcasing a shapely body. Beneath her mane of golden-blonde hair, a face that could have been beautiful was stamped instead with cool indifference for years of haughty expressions.

Terri knew why they were here... Neither of them was actually actively 'cruel' or 'mean', but both were incredibly self-centered and insensitive - and both bored very easily. With all their money, they could buy all sorts of amusements - and did, which made them pale quickly. They were always searching for something that would be good entertainment, and Terri thought they probably didn't even realize the emotional pain some of their 'games' caused the unfortunate victims.

Then there was Cecilia Grant and Melissa Mainz - Missy and Sissy, the terrible two. Though unrelated, the two girls looked almost like sisters, with the same dark hair, lithe build and full busts. They were even dressed alike, in jeans and tight-fitting sweaters - though Sissy wore blue jeans and black sweater, whereas Missy's jeans were black and her sweater blue. These girls were the architects of this 'party', Terri knew - because they were actively cruel, and got their kicks out of humiliating people.

The last two people looked downright ashamed to be hear - Matt and Luke Jenson, a pair of red-haired brothers who were downright cute, right down to their freckles and dimples. They were also studios, quiet and rather shy - and almost desperate to be accepted, which explained their presence her. Almost pathologically insecure, they'd do almost anything that somebody 'popular' asked them to, in attempt to be accepted by somebody - anybody. They often regretted their actions while they did it - but they were so afraid of being 'outcasts' for their studious ways and quiet natures, it seemed they couldn't help themselves. Terri actually felt sorry for them...

* * * * * *

Milly had to keep from sighing at the sight of the Jenson boys - she felt sorry for them, being dragged into this. She knew how they felt, having been there herself.

She also knew what was going on here, and, even this morning, she would have been near tears - but now she felt so confident and vibrant, she refused to let these people 'win'. She'd take whatever they wanted to dish out, and never bat an eyelash.

Stepping out from behind Terri, who'd entered first, she pasted a big grin on her face.

“Wow! A surprise party!”

* * * * * * *

The six people waiting for Milly were floored as a very attractive, nicely-dressed and amazingly chipper girl smiled and clapped her hands together gleefully while saying 'Wow - a surprise party!”

This was Milly Carpenter? Sure, they recognized her - but just barely. They'd never seen her like this before.

Who knew she'd been hiding a nice little figure under those bulky clothing all these years? Hell - with that figure, the clothing hadn't been as bulky as they'd all thought. What's more, it was amazing what a little make-up and jewelry did for both her and Terri - they looked downright... pretty!

Four for of the party-goers, this was disappointing, taking some of the fun out of the party. For two of them, however - it made them feel even more guilty, while they also found themselves rather attracted to the two young women.

In a rather 'snippy' voice, Sissy pushed the 'party' onward, annoyed by the intended target's transformation from mouse to fox.

“well... Let's bring out the cake...”

As a humiliation tool, the cake that the Jensen brothers rushed to the kitchen to get was a flop. It was brought out, eighteen candles blazing from it's top, while the Jensen's belted out 'Happy Birthday' with enthusiasm, off-key as it might be. Brad and Tammy were more on-key, though they sank in bored tones - and Sissy and Missy did little more then mumble,

On the top of the cake, beside the words 'Happy Birthday, Milly', was a caricature of the way she used to look, little more then a huge nose and an over-sized pair of glasses.

Milly squealed in delight and blew out the candles - while her silent wish was more of a cheerful thought that her birthday wish was fairly well granted already, now that she felt confident with who she was and how she looked.

Then it was time for the 'gifts', and the Terrible Two perked up a bit as Milly sat down in a chair, a small pile of gifts stacked in front of her. The Two grimaced as Terri rushed into her room to grab her gift and add it to the pile, but remained silent, leaning forward with nasty smiles as they waited for Milly to open the first 'gift'...

She opened Brad's first - and her breath caught in her throat as she unwrapped the big box and slowly lifted out what lay inside.

It was a dress - but not just any dress. Black crushed velvet with black-silk lining and accents, the dress was gorges, elegant, expensive, and breathtakingly beautiful.

It also would have been completely inappropriate for the 'old' Milly Carpenter - but on the new Milly, it would look absolutely stunning.

“It.. It's beautiful...” Milly said, a bit breathlessly, as she also lifted out the black leather pumps that were in the box with it. Very carefully putting it back down, she rose and walked over to Brad. Gently holding his shoulders, the tall, slender girl leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“You are so kind, generous - and thoughtful.” She whispered to him, somewhat overwhelmed by the extravagant gift. In her mind, she thought it was a 'genuine' gift - she thought Brad had noticed just how lovely she 'really' was under all that clothing, and bought her a dress to go with that figure.

Brad blinked, taken aback by her words - and the warm, pleasant feeling it gave him. It felt... nice to be thanked like that. Really, really nice, as a matter of fact.

He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how nice it would be to feel like that more often. If he just paid a little more attention to the people around him, saw what they wanted, and found a way to give it to them... he could feel this god almost all the time...

Missy and Sissy, however, shot angry looks at Brad, not knowing that he'd thought he was following their instructions to get a 'gag' gift to humiliate Milly with. Of course, they also didn't know that they're hold over him had been broken, and they'd never be able to enlist the suddenly philanthropic young man's aid in a nefarious scheme ever again.

The next gift Milly opened was from Tammy. Lifting up the small envelope with a raised eyebrow and a thoughtful look, Milly opened it.

“Oh, wow - a 'Charlie's Angels' photo shoot!” She said, with a grin. It was a gift certificate from a place that did 'celebrity' photo-shoots. They supplied the setting, the costumes and the props, and you could 're-enact' some famous photos from movies or TV. (the 'Gone with the Wind' was the most popular with couples, and the 'Armageddon' for groups of guys.) They even supplied full-sized 'posters' with the show or movie name and a 'cast list'.

“I thought you'd enjoy it - if you can find a third person willing to go with you...” Tammy said. She'd rehearsed the phrase several times, searching for just the right amount of scorn and sarcasm - but the way the party was going made her say the words hesitantly, without any heat or scorn.

Milly ginned. “Yeah, right - I see through you, Tammy. Under that exterior, you're just a fun-loving gal. You want me to invite you to go. Well, okay - you've got it. Me, you and Terri will do it.”

Tammy opened her mouth to decline - then found herself grinning at the thought, the smile transforming her cool exterior into true beauty. She'd never even considered that idea, and now that it had been brought up - it sounded like a hell of a lot of fun.

“Sure!” She said, amazed at how good it felt to be doing something with somebody. “Yeah - how about next weekend?”

“Sure - that'd be great!” Milly said, moving on to the next gift - this one from Sissy.

Inside the box was two bras. Two brand-new bras, one black lace, the other white cotton.

The black lace one was a GGG-cup.. and the white lace was an incredible, custom-made KKK-cup, looking like two small parachutes stitched together.

Sissy had no trouble summoning up sarcasm and scorn. “I wasn't sure of your cup size - but I figured that the wrong size would be fine for Terri here. They're about the right size for you girls, aren't they...?” She asked, purposefully picking a position that showed off her own, DDD-cup endowments.

Milly refused to be cowed by her. “Well, Terri and I will go try them on - but I'm sure they'll fit perfectly.”

Sissy and Missy snickered as Milly took Terri's arm and all but dragged her to the bathroom.

Several minutes past, while the Two almost wet their pants giggling at the great 'gag' gift - then Terri and Milly returned.

Everybody fell dead silent, gaping.

Terri was the first to emerge from the hallway - and she was walking tall and proud, her head held high and her chest out-thrust - the better to showcase the massive, firm breasts that rode on her chest, barely contained within the bright yellow spandex crop-top she wore, which barely covered the massive bra that hugged her massive new chest.

“Fits like a dream, Sissy...” Terri said with a grin, reaching up to lightly cup her massive endowments, jiggling them slightly. The crop-top revealed a mouth-watering display of cleavage, and there was no way that the top could just be 'stuffed' - there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the massive, incredibly firm volley-ball sized tits under that top were real.

“But... But...” Sissy stammered.

Then Milly emerged from the hallway...

She'd changed shirts as well, picking another of the tops she'd gotten on her shopping spree. This one was black denim that she left hanging loose, which went nicely over her skirt...

..and she'd left the top buttons undone, displaying the even more vast cleavage of her equally undeniably real new tits, even bigger and more incredible then Terri's. The size of Basketballs, they were more 'downplayed' by her shirt - but the once-baggy shirt was now perfectly fitted over her massive tits, outlining them 'demurely' but decidedly.

“Wow - this bra's the most comfortable I've ever owned...” Milly said with a smile, as it became the instant truth. “Thanks, Sissy - it's great.”

Then she 'pouted'. “Of course, we're not as expert in bra-buying as you and Missy are. Everybody knows you've always been a lot more buxom then Terri and I have ever been...”

“Damn...” Sissy muttered, annoyed at not humiliating Terri and Milly - she didn't seem to notice that her sweater was bulging outwards under the pressure from her steadily swelling tits, which were getting heavier and firmer by the second.

“How did they make their tits big enough to fill the bras?” Missy whispered to her, equally unaware of her own breasts swelling at a matching rate.

“How the hell should I know?” Sissy snapped back, a little too loud, as she unconsciously shifted position to ease the strain on her back as her now considerably heavier tits passes Basketball size and continued growing.

“Something wrong, girls?” Milly asked - thanks to her wording, nobody at all noticed the fact that Sissy and Missy were becoming steadily more buxom.

Sissy grimace. “Oh, no...” She lied, through clenched teeth, not willing to show her 'defeat'. “I was just saying to Missy how great you look in the bra - you should show it off more, like Terri.'

“Oh, no...” Milly said, blushing, as Missy and Sissy's tits passed Medicine-ball size, without any sign of stopping. “I'm sort of shy about showing off my body - I'm not as much of a flirt as you two have always been.”

Also unnoticed by anybody - well, noticed, but found unremarkable - the girl's rather standard pumps pushed upwards, until they were wearing identical pair of six-inch stiletto-heeled open-toed pumps. Their pants also writhed and reshaped themselves into very short, tight denim mini-skirts that showed off their legs...

..while their sweaters shank and melted in on themselves until they were midriff-baring, low-necked long sleeve sweaters, kind of like the ones sold as part of 'Adult role-playing cheerleader costumes', only without a 'college' acronym or letter on the chest.

These new, smaller garments were perfectly designed for showing of the most of the massive new breasts the girls possessed. As big - and almost as round - as those huge beach-balls you could by, the massive new tits the girls sported were absolutely gigantic - and heavy. Each of the girls sat leaning slightly back, so they wouldn't have to fight gravity to push themselves upright under the massive drag of their gigantic, huge-nippled new tits.

“Yeah, well...” Missy said, grinning unconvincingly. “Why don't you open my gift?” Unconsciously, she moved her body to be in a more 'seductive' pose, while her friend was doing something similar, both completely unaware of their actions as they strove to make themselves look sexy and inviting at all times - in short, to 'flirt' whenever there was a male within their line-of-sight.

Sitting down, Milly reached out with a swiveling motion to pick up Missy's gift - leaning straight forward would have had her blocking her own view with the large mounds of her huge, firm new tits.

Picking up the gift, she unwrapped it - and blushed with a long, high-pitched giggle of embarrassment as she pulled out a very long, very large, and very thick black plastic strap-on dildo.

“Hah. Gotcha!” Missy thought, as she filled her voice with scorn and said;

“I figured you and Terri could take turns using that on each other when you can't get a man to satisfy either of you.”

Looking as they did now, it wasn't nearly a devastating comment as it was supposed to be - and Milly took it all to well.

“Oh, gee - no thanks...” Milly said, almost regretfully. “I'm sure Terri and I will have no trouble finding men to satisfy our sexual needs - and we're not a couple of helplessly horny bisexual nymphomaniacs, like you two.”

“Oh, really...” Missy asked in a voice that was supposed to be scathing - but fell short because of the lustful tone in it. Unconsciously, she began to fondle her huge new tits.

“Yeah, 'fraid so.” Milly said, as licking her lips hungrily, Sissy began to massage Missy's leg.

“Well.. then...” Missy started - then trailed off as Sissy buried her head in her cleavage, tearing off her bra to get at the massive mounds beneath. Almost instinctively, Missy reached around to fondle Sissy firm ass. “..then... can I have it back..?”

She was almost pleading, and Milly shrugged and handed it to the girl, was now engaged in a hungry - almost desperate - kiss with Sissy, their huge mounds pressed almost painfully tight against each other to allow them to get close enough for the kiss.

Still kissing, Missy stripped off Sissy's skirt and began to buckle the massive dildo in place, as Sissy stripped off Missy's skirt as well. Neither girl was wearing panties (anymore), and their cunts were sopping wet.

Now naked except for their high heels, the two girls collapsed onto the couch in each other's embrace, Sissy struggling against the weight of her huge tits to get herself in position - and then she lifted up her firm ass and drove forward, impaling her best friend on the huge, thick dildo.

“Ew... get a room...” Terri said, making a face and turning her head away. “Now we're going to have to buy a new couch...”

“Oh, just ignore them, everybody.” Milly said. “They can't help themselves.”

Instantly, everybody lost interest in the two massive-breasted girls on the couch, fucking hard and fast. As they continued to moan and scream in panting breaths, Milly turned to Terri.

“Don't worry about the couch...” She told her roommate. “I've got tons of money left in the bank. We can either redecorate this place - or move into a whole new apartment.”

What had been exaggerated boasting became reality as, in a series of bank computers, Milly's bank-balance doubled and redoubled, until more then twenty grand was shown.

“Now - let's go into the kitchen and open the rest of the gift.” Milly said, gathering up the packages and cradling them under her massive, firm new tits - though she was now 'tiny' compared to the Titanic Two, as Missy and Sissy had always been called.

Many thought that Titanic Four would be more accurate, but it just didn't have the same ring to it...

The next gift was Terri's, and Milly hugged her friend in thanks for the spare key to the Trans-Am. Though it wasn't much, financially, Milly knew what it had cost Terri, emotionally, to give permission for somebody else to drive her beloved Trans-Am.

That left just the combined gift from Matt and Luke. Smiling at the two fidgeting guys, Milly opened the small box...

...and discovered that the two shy, almost pathetic young men hadn't been able to go through with the orders to buy a humiliating gag gift. Instead, they'd bought a series of gift certificates - a dinner for four at a romantic sort of restaurant, movie tickets for four at a nearby theater, and a certificate for four people to take the Midnight Moonlit cruise on a local steam-powered paddle-wheeler.

Terri and Milly shared a look - then turned to the Jenson boys, who were looking at their shoes and blushing.

“You know - you could have just asked us...” Terri said, blushing slightly herself. “We would have said yes...”

Matt looked up. “You would have?”

Milly made a snorting sound. “Of course we would have,” She said, somewhat gently, though she was laughing a bit. “You guys are cute, kind and smart. You're a little... impulsive - but I bet you two would be the most perfect boyfriends, kind, considerate...”

In the other room, Missy and Sissy began screaming in sync as they reached orgasm.

Blushing brightly, Milly felt compelled to add: “:...and utterly spectacular in bed!”

She turned away, blushing like a neon sign, as her words registered on everybody else. The Jensens flushed brightly, while everybody else laughed, not unkindly. It was actually quite funny...

* * * * * * * *

But, as both Terri and Milly found out a couple of hours later, after the others had gone home, it certainly wasn't a joke, both Matt and Luke proving to be absolutely amazing lovers.

* * * * * * * *


At nine-seventeen, Milly slowly yawned and blinked blearily up the ceiling...

It took a second for her to register the fact it was in perfect focus, every detail of the sun-splashed stucco sharp and clear to her.

“Whazza...?” the groggy girl asked herself, still somewhat asleep. She tried to sit up -and found herself held down by a weight.

Glancing down, her eyes widened to find out what was restraining her. Part of it was an arm - a pale, lightly freckled and undeniably masculine arm, attached to one Matt Jenson...

The other weight was from the huge, firm - and, if she was recalling things correctly, incredibly sensitive and pleasurable to have - pair of tits.

Then the memory of yesterday came flooding back.

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, then slapped one hand to her fuller - and fun-to-be-kissed-on - lips as Matt stirred and mumbled in his sleep.

Quietly and carefully, she slid from the bed - amazed at the way her huge new tits jiggled and swayed when she moved, her nipples large and fully engorged in the cool air.

Wrapping a bathrobe around her supple, sexy new body, Milly padded from the room in a daze, her mind still replaying yesterday's events - and leaving her wondering why she hadn't actually noticed herself becoming this gorgeous, sensual vision of sexuality.

In the kitchen, Milly found Terri - with an equally stunned look on her face.

“Terri!” Milly said, gaping. “You.. you're gorgeous!”

“So are you!” Terri retorted. “Or haven't you noticed yet?”

“Oh - I've noticed...!” Milly said.. then, slowly, began to smile.

Terri, eyeing her friend's buxom, lithe figure, then looking down at herself, also began to smile.

“Hey... we're gorgeous...” Terri said, in a whole different tone of voice.

“Hell - we are, aren't we?” Milly said. “I think Matt and Luke would agree...”

“Agree that you're gorgeous?” Luke said, from the doorway. “No argument here...” He walked across the room and slipped and arm around Terri's waist, claiming a kiss, which Terri returned enthusiastically.

Feeling an arm around her own waist, Milly turned to find Matt expecting a similar treatment - which she gave him.

He'd rinsed his mouth out with toothpaste, to keep from subjecting her to morning-breath in the kiss. How thoughtful...

“So - these girls want to know if they're gorgeous or not?” Luke told Matt, sliding one hand into Terri's robe to fondle a firm, round breast.

“Hmmmm...” Matt said, thoughtfully, slipping a hand down to caress Milly's magnificent new ass. “Yes - yes, I think you could say that...”

“Oh, stop it!” Milly said, swatting Matt on the shoulder. Matt pulled back in mock apology - and she grabbed him and pressed herself against him, her huge tits crushed most pleasantly against his chest. “The teasing, I meant - you can fondle all you want.”

Reaching around her, Matt went back to doing just that.

“So - what's the plan? You girls want us to rustle you up some breakfast?”

Milly considered the question - then grinned, wickedly. “Later. Right now - you are taking me back to bed and you're helping me build up a big appetite for my breakfast in bed.”

As it turned out, Milly Jennifer Carpenter still had some ability to make what she said happen....

Apparently, Terri Knight also absorbed some of this magic, as well...

It could be said, with a fair amount of accuracy, that - after many unremembered lifetimes, the two very old, very special friend finally got the ending that was denied to them in the story of their original lives, and they lived 'happily ever after'...

* * * * * *

MEANWHILE, IN OTHER PARTS OF TOWN...


+ + + + +

“Young lady, how do you plead?” The judge asked, less sternly then he could have.

Lisa Tunny pouted. “Gee, judge - would I be guilty or not guilty for showing off these?” She asked - and yanked up her top to display the wonderful new tits Daddy had bought for her. “I mean - they're just so perfect that it's be a travesty of justice not to show them, wouldn't it?”

The judge's eyes bulged. “Young lady - if you really do feel helplessly compelled to... display your... endowments, might I suggest you find yourself employment as an exotic dancer, where it's be legal?”

“A stripper!” Lisa said, clapping her hands gleefully and bouncing - which caused her chest to do some interesting things. “that's perfect, your honor!”

“Well, then...” the judge said, flustered. “If you will pull you top back down, and promise only to.. display yourself in your work - then the charges are dropped.”

And, oddly enough, 'Luscious Lisa', as she chose to call herself, lived as a headliner for ever after...

+ + + + +

“Aw, c'mon guys...” Billy whined, myopically peering at the dancing blobs of shape and color that were his so-called friends. “Give them back...”

“What's a matter, Four-Eyes?” One of them taunted. “Can't see without your glasses? Gee - you thought this was real funny when you didn't need glasses...”

Wincing, Billy Greyson sighed, and continued pleading with the blurry shapes.

Which was the start of his future, where he lived 'hoisted-by-his-own-petard'-edly ever after...

+ + + + +

Nervous as hell, Carol Jackson lowered her firm, muscular body onto the stool next to the guy she'd found herself staring at ever since he'd walked into the restaurant. She'd had enough problems coping with the fact that the thought of sleeping with a woman now disgusted her - but to find that she was very strongly attracted to men was driving her nuts - especially since she'd been a lesbian since high-school, and had no experience with picking up men...

“Uh.. hi..” Carol said, blushing.

The almost overly-masculine man, a big bear of a trucker with a huge, thickly muscled body and a full beard, looked over at the heavily muscled woman beside him, running an eye over her, then turning his disinterested attention to her face to reply. “Yeah?”

“Um.. would you.. that is, I, and.. we...” Carol stumbled to a stop, blushing bright red, flustered beyond all hope of recovery.

The man's bushy eyebrows went up. “If you were trying to say what I think you were... I'm surprised. I kinda thought you.. well, would have tastes more like mine..” He jerked a head in the direction of a slender, shapely blonde waitress.

Nervously licking her lips, Carol lay a hand on the man's leg and leaned close to whisper...

“Yeah - but do you think she'd be willing to do absolutely anything at all you wanted, just to have the privilege of getting fucked long and hard by you?”

The man looked into Carol's nearly desperate, lust-filled eyes...

“Check please!”

As she followed the trucker out to the bunk of his truck, driven by her new needs, Carol didn't know she was destined to live heterosexually ever after...

+ + + + + +

'Is it right to be taking advantage of somebody on the rebound...?” Liz Lansky thought, guiltily...

Then Marcie's incredibly skilled tongue dove into Liz's crotch, and the librarian decided to ignore the question for awhile while Marcie worked out her 'anger' at being jilted.

They both lived homosexually ever after...

+ + + + + +

“I brought you a necklace!” Barry said, holding up the silver trinket. “See!”

“Yeah, well - this one's gold..!” Don retorted, shoving the almost frantic youth out of the way to display his wares.

“Well - I got this watch.. it's kinda expensive..” Steve said, rather pathetically.

Kara Davies smiled at the three guys vying for her attention, pushing and shoving at the door to her apartment.

“Oh, boys...!” She said, sensuously, with a smile. “There's no reason why I can't accept all of your gifts, and.. thank you properly... in the order of the gift's value.”

Opening the door, she let all three young men in, gathering their gifts and dropping them in a large box - full of other, similar gifts.

The three youths stopped dead at the sight of nearly a dozen other young men filling the living room. Stunned, they barely noticed as Kara pressed a small piece of paper into each of their hands. Then, walking in a way that emphasized the jiggle and sway of her huge tits, she strolled to the door of her bedroom.

“Now serving number twenty-seven...” She said, huskily...

She lived whorishly ever after...

+ + + + + +

“Here - this is for me and the lady...” Brad said, putting down some cash on the counter of the ticket-booth for the midway.

“Oh - this is great!” Tammy said, dressed in - what for her - was a highly unusual outfit - a simple off-white cotton dress and sandals, her hair falling naturally around her face. Despite the simplicity of her clothing, her bright smile made her absolutely stunning, a vision of beauty as she clung to her blue-jean and loose-denim-shirt clad fiancee.

“I know, babe - that's why we waited an hour to be first in line.” He said, giving her a kiss. “That, and...”

Brad pulled out a huge wad of cash and slapped it down in front of the stunned ticket sell.

“This is for the next hundred people who show up.” He announced, grandly. “They're to get in for free. Got it?”

“Uh.. yessir..” the ticket seller said, amazed. “That's.. very generous of you...”

“Hey - it's nothing...” Brad responded with a smile. Both he and Tammy had decided to give up all their material possessions, to keep just enough for themselves to live on a small farm and be happy - while spending the remainder of their wealth to spread happiness to other people, and to help people join the little, friendly 'community' they were starting.

Like them, anyone who joined could live hippie-ishly ever after...

+ + + + +

“Please...” The one on the right begged, hungrily, fondling her enormous, barely-covered tits almost obsessively.

“...give us a job...” The nearly-identical one on the left moaned huskily, hand rubbing at her crotch.

“You don't have to pay us much...” The one on the right said, her hands sliding over to her near-clones leg, fondling it.

“...just as long...” The clone continued, returning the favor and folding her friend's leg.

“...as we get fucked a lot!” They chorused - then fell on each other, kissing hungrily as their hands went to each other's unbelievably massive tits.

The cigar in Morty J. Dickens mouth dropped out as his jaw dropped. In all the twenty years he'd been working in the industry, he'd never had this happen. Never had a pair of nearly identical, huge breasted, obviously 'really' insatiable young women beg to get into the porn business.

The girls, of course, lived hornily ever after.

* * * * * *

Many, many miles away, a very old man paused in his endless walk and cocked his head to one side, as if listening to a distant sound...

“Well, well, well...” He muttered, slowly smiling. “I do believe it worked out for the best, after all.”

Then, as always, Merlin the Wanderer returned to his eternal, endless search for Arthur...

...and lived, quite simply - ever after.