You consider the options left before you. It would be interesting in turn to see what becomes of the guitar guy and the antsy one. But the Star Wars guy doesn’t appear as visibly troubled as your first target. Though, he definitely seems reserved.
Not much fear crossed his face to his fellow player being transformed. The pool cue he once held behind his back shifts to his side like a staff. All three regard each other with questioning looks, as though wondering if they really saw one of their number turn into a girl. You know this could lead to a problem.
None of them quite know what to do after one of them is transformed but once two or more are changed, those afraid and not fearful will try to get away. You consider just laying down an all-encompassing beam to take care of the group, but you would miss the specific nuance and details of the individual changes.
Watching the goth girl creation got you squirming in a way that challenged your recent shower fun. Rushing that or something like this would only spoil it. You want to take it slow.
Keeping the same settings of awareness and invisibility for you, you take aim and set the flashlight in front of your next target.
When the bright pink rays wash over him, for a split second, he squints as though actually seeing the light. The first, obvious change is the shift of his eyes from a subdued brown to a striking green that shines like jewelry. As with the goth girl, the light scrunches up the elongated shape of his head into a gentler oval. His cheeks bend inward and trace girlish curves. Beyond some refinements though, the general presence of his face remains the same, but without the barest hint of facial hair. He immediately tries to clear his throat. You hadn’t yet heard his voice, but it doesn’t quite match the man who is rapidly turning into something else.
His expression doesn’t shift, but there’s a placid, serene warmth in his pink, soft lips. When the tissue crumple of his hair spreads out in straight, flowing brunette locks over his shoulders, he quickly remarks, “Oh, woah…” before using a hand to feel it. Just his face in isolation has a certain clarity. If you didn’t regard his hair or the other changes rapidly flowing forth, the face might still resemble a young, curious guy. But it also reminds you of swimmers of all sorts in high school who straddled the line between tough and gentle.
The way the light chooses what features to gift and what way to interpret them, fills you with wonder. His arms and shoulders slim to enviable, lean dimensions as the material of his gray top swells and wiggles with ridged, sweater material.
His jeans rise up and darken into a simple, straight polyester black skirt with a fold and cut around the knee. Sandals complete the ensemble, as what’s beneath that outfit asserts itself. His soft, long legs glimmer in the light through the side window. They have a polished sheen clear of even the faintest traces of silvery hairs.
The last feature to assert itself is her breasts. The dense material of the top provides a buffer which blunts and contains the swelling expanse of flesh. She swells easily beyond the goth girl and eclipses what you can boast, in a prominent feminine ridge. The exuberant expression of her abundant, gorgeous chest can’t help but draw the eyes of the others as she looks down and notices as well. Hers is now a body to be witnessed around campus and that fills you with a sense of hope but also trepidation. Changing their shape is one thing, but can they use this new light in their life to shine brighter for themselves?
“Woah”, is her next comment. It looks like she’s done, so you click off the light and watch.
The antsy one rocks on his heels without bouncing and takes a breath before inquiring, “Matt? That you?”
Ahh, her name is Matt… Was Matt. But that’s all up to her now, you haven’t resolutely settled on a new name for yourself yet.
Matt sucks in her lip on the right side with an ambiguous expression. Her arms adjust her gray, ribbed top and drift towards her bust but ultimately cling to the edges without getting closer. Guitar guy takes a sharp breath and scans the room again. You have to wonder if the light has some sort of relaxing quality in the vicinity to keep them from running and screaming, or perhaps this is just human nature when faced with the inexplicable. Certainly though, there will eventually be those who react with less reserve.
The new girl shifted in place while looking down at herself and eventually bouncing her slender knee. The ripples through her top were immediately obvious and made her widen her captivating eyes. From there, the gap between her thighs narrows and you can see them slipping against one another. Her expression shifts around, as though she is hunting for some intangible thing. Her breath draws in and her mouth widens slightly. Both of the other guys lean forward.
After a moment, Matt seems to realize where she is and releases a long breath. “Umm…what was that? Oh. Ha… damn. I guess it’s catching or spreading. Woah though… this. I don’t know what to say. These are super big. I guess I take after my aunt…if… you know.” She trailed off but didn’t look flush or embarrassed. The guitar guy gave one shake of the head, picked up his instrument, and walked out the sliding doors without saying anything.
Matt commented, “Probably smart. You?”
Antsy guy brushed his hair out of the side of his face and rubbed his nose. It was entirely obvious that he was looking at her eyes and brutally trying not to look down lower. Matt seemed to notice and a slim smirk emerged on her face.
Clearing his throat, he told Matt, “Can we go talk somewhere that I know for sure I’m not going to need a bra by the end of the conversation, because of some curse or ghost or whatever is going on?” I stifled a chuckle at that. Matt rocked her head and looked him up and down, even though he couldn’t bring himself to return the gesture. “All right, Ty. Talk though. Because the thing we have talked about, I know what we promised but you gotta give me a little bit.”
With all his twisting energy surge out of his voice, Ty beckoned and hid his hands back-and-forth as a furious pantomine before they made their way over to the hall. And I had some choices before me as I didn’t want to lose any of them before the job was done but there were also so many others in the building who might be easier to catch unaware. I also felt like I hadn’t even begun to tap into the abilities of this precious little device.