Vicky woke to an annoying sunbeam in her face. She could smell something good cooking, and she sat up, stretching.
For a brief moment she wondered where she was, and why she was naked under a blanket, then she recalled the previous day. The idea that she'd not only made friends with her sworn enemy, but that they were now lovers, was hard to grasp.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" A cheerful young voice chirped, and Vicky gaped at the source.
Georgia had changed more- she now looked like a girl of 12 (if one didn't take into account her very nice, if small breasts, and figure). Her skin looked smooth and soft, and her golden blonde hair reached the back of her calves, crudely tied out of her hair by a bandanna. She was beyond adorable, with eyes like sparkling blue gems. She was wearing nothing but an apron way too large for her that said "Kiss the Cook" and nothing else.
And she was tiny. Like real tiny. Standing up, she realized Georgia had to be at least a head shorter than she was, maybe more. "Oh wow, Georgia...you look like a kid!"
Georgia beamed. "Yup! I know, but I feel fantastic! So breakfast is almost done, do you want to take a shower first?" She moved in close to hug Vicky, gazing up at her lovingly.
Yes, definitely shorter. 4' 6"? Maybe 4' 5"? She couldn't resist leaning in to kiss the tiny girl. Her lips were soft and warm, and soon the kiss graduated to something...much more intimate.
"Uh, yeah, a shower would be great."
"Bathroom is that way, help yourself to anything you want. My bathrobe will be huge on you, but I'm not going to be able to wear it anymore. I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe...at least when going outside. I want to be naked for you all the time."
"Guh." Was all Vicky could say.
Later, at the breakfast table, Vicky was amazed at how Georgia managed herself in the kitchen despite her size. She would hop up on a chair to reach the stove with truly astounding agility, and had no problems climbing up on her countertop to reach the cupboards.
Upon serving the meal (waffles with maple syrup, an omelette, and bacon with orange juice and milk), Georgia attacked her own meal with gusto, having piled some books on her chair to reach the table more easily.
"Oh man, I haven't let myself pig out in so long. Always worried about my weight." Georgia smiled happily.
"I'm surprised you had stuff like this at all, isn't your normal breakfast like yogurt and a grapefruit?"
"You noticed! Most people don't pay attention." Georgia beamed at her new lover.
"Uh, well, yeah...it was hard to not notice you. Still is, I guess." Vicky blushed.
"So I have some updates on the other cheerleaders. I guess their doctors are flabbergasted, you might want to put that big sexy brain to work on covering this up. Or building a satellite and zapping the whole world with Lesbian rays!" Georgia giggled.
Vicky imagined a world of beautiful lesbians...and realized there was a slight problem with that idea...unless...
Georgia was giggling. "Oh man, you have the goofiest smile on your face! So you want the whole world to be your harem?"
Vickly blushed even more now. "Not...the whole world."
"Well anyways, let me tell you what happened to the girls."