Sighing, I agreed to it.
“Just for a little while though,” I told them both.
Penny smiled, saying, “Thanks.”
Then she looked thoughtfully at the medallion while Brandon watched hopefully.
“I want to try something,” Penny said, beginning to concentrate. Well, here we go again, I thought to myself.
Once again I could feel my body changing, but this time it wasn’t as fast as before. I could feel myself slowly getting bigger, which vastly relieved me. Still, it was going kind of slow compared to the other changes, and about a minute later I was almost as tall as Penny, though still not quite. My breasts were slowly beginning to push out again as well, and I hurried to the mirror to see that I looked about 13 years old. Slowly the girl in the mirror continued to age, and I turned away from it as soon as I saw that I was almost back to how old I started as. But still I felt like I was still changing, though now a little more subtly.
“Wow,” Brandon said, and I turned to look at myself in the mirror again, gasping at what I saw. I was still that blonde woman, but now I looked like I was about 35 years old. Penny had just made me get older, and somehow slowed down how fast the changes normally seemed to go.
“That is so cool,” Brandon muttered, “you look almost as old as my mom.”
“Shut up,” I snapped jokingly, surprised by it myself. It felt strange to think that I was now so much older and that people would treat me different because of it.
“What do you think?” I asked Penny, posing for her amusement. After she chuckled, she told me that I looked interesting, and by the look of excitement in her face, I could tell that she was really enjoying herself. I had to admit that I was kind of having fun too. It was sort of like dressing up for Halloween or something.
Looking down at my once again fully formed female body, I winced slightly as I realized that I wasn’t dressed. Or actually that I only had a T shirt on me since nothing else would fit me when I was a little girl. Feeling my face flush red with embarrassment as I noticed the way Brandon was staring at me nearly naked body, I ran into Penny’s bedroom and put on her robe again, thankful to at least be covered a little. God this was embarrassing.
For the next hour, we all sat and talked, trying unconvincingly to pretend that the medallion wasn’t there. However every couple moments one of us would turn and glance at it. Suddenly Brandon started laughing and I asked him what was so funny.
“Well,” he said, still chuckling, “why don’t you go over to the store and pick us up some beer.”
Penny started chuckling too and I looked down at myself in embarrassment, realizing that Brandon was right. I certainly looked old enough to buy beer now.
“Yeah,” Penny quickly agreed, “you can wear some of my clothes.” I winced at the thought of having to wear my girlfriend’s clothes, but I started chuckling too. It wasn’t very difficult to get alcohol around the campus when you’re underaged, but this could be an unusual opportunity.