A delapitated clunker of a car parked on the side of a gravel road outside of town. Lee stared down at the plain leather collar draped across her shaky palms and took a deep breath.
"Well..." She exhaled. "Here we go."
Closing her eyes, the dark skinned girl raised the leather strip to her neck and buckled it with the worn brass buckle. She opened her eyes, the strip of black leather comfortably snug above her blue tank top, and her chest heaved with terror and excitement. After all... what if it worked?
"Say the words." Steve whispered, putting his hand in Lee's nervously.
"All right." Lee closed her eyes again, concentrating. "I submit myself to the article that I now wear and accept its control."
With a sudden audible click, their eyes widened again. Lee's free hand raised to her neck, the collar, and curiously she felt the buckle. Her dainty fingers fiddled with the brass and her eyes widened further. "Uh... it's... locked."
"It's what?" Steve said, blinking. "Here, let me try."
Without effort, his hands unbuckled the collar and removed it from her slim neck. She looked at him in confusion, put the collar back on, and together they watched in disbelief as Lee couldn't budge it with her own hands. Their first taste of the magic was clear. She couldn't remove the collar herself.
"This..." Steve gasped. "This is wild!"
"I know!" Lee gaped, her expression turning to curiosity. "Um... well..."
"Try something?" Steve gulped.
"Yeah!" She looked at him, still holding his hand nervously and trembling.
"Okay." Steve smirked, gently stroking the soft skin of his lover's hand. "Okay, um... something small."
"Yeah. Small." Lee agreed. "Just in case, uh... you know."
"You can't turn back?" He finished, a bead of warm sweat running down his face.
"Yeah. Yeah. Nothing too drastic." She nodded nervously.
"All right. Then... I order you to grow one inch taller."
Almost immediately Lee's back arched and her hand closed on her boyfriend's tightly. She threw her head back, grimacing, and just as he had asked her body stretched upward by one entire inch. When it relented, she fell back into the passenger seat panting and grabbed her head as it swam.
"Oh my God." Steve said simply, a huge grin playing across his lips. "It worked! It fucking worked!"
"Yeah..." Lee panted. "It worked. Did I...?" She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, holding out her arms for inspection, looking down and finding her tank top had pulled up just a little and the ankles of her pants were just a little higher. Her eyes widened in first shock and then amazement. "Holt shit! I did!"
"Yeah!" Steve laughed, and they both giggled with mirth.
"Try reversing it." She said.
"Okay..." Steve took another breath. "I order you to turn back to normal."
Just like that, Lee's eyes widened again as she felt herself pulling in like a stretched elastic band. She returned to her original height with a barely audible popping sound. They both took a moment to take in the fact that Lee really was wearing a magical collar that could change her however anybody else wanted.
"Okay." Lee said finally, in her usual matter of fact way. "So as long as nobody else but you knows how to make it work, I'll keep wearing it. Just don't do anything really weird to me. I mean, like, yet."
Steve laughed and stared at his beautiful girlfriend from head to toe, catching her startled gaze on the way back up. "You know..." Steve said. "I've always wondered what you'd look like with bigger boobs."
Lee narrowed her eyes, sighed with a smirk, and shook her head slowly. "Why do I get the feeling I'll be getting you to take this off?"