After awhile, Penny pulled the medallion out from under her shirt, though it was still around her neck where she’d put it earlier. Seconds later, I felt myself changing again. Getting younger and having some of the other alterations Penny did to me fading. My breasts increased slightly, back to what they were before I had to fit into her clothes, which was extremely uncomfortable since I was still wearing her clothes.
“Shit,” I cried out while my breasts pushed hard against the limits of Penny’s shirt, much to her amusement and Brandon’s interest. I swear that he was actually drooling as he stared at my tits.
Since Penny’s clothes were incredibly uncomfortable on me, I went to her bedroom and changed back into her robe once again while she and Brandon stayed in the living room, talking in hushed tones. When I came back out, I stopped in front of the mirror and was slightly surprised to notice that Penny hadn’t changed me back to the same age I had been. Or at least not all the way. I looked like I was about a couple years older. Closer to 21 than 19. Shrugging, I decided that it didn’t matter and went back to join my friends in the living room, dreading what they were going to do next.
As soon as Penny saw me again, she started giggling, making me even more apprehensive than I had been. “Let’s try this,” she said as I felt the changes happening again.