Laying down next to her bestie Isabelle was enjoying her time just being near Harriet. She was studying a little out of her textbook while Harriet was looking at some social media, but they'd occasionally chat or have a bit of some food they got from a nearby vendor. It was nice. She just didn't get the whole horny parts of the relationship part, and all the guys came off a lot less romantic. She sighed wondering whether or not she'd be better off as a guy, and pray that the theoretical him wouldn't be attractive to gay men... or at least attractive enough to the point of being flirted by gay men. She took a glance to Harriet who while not that pretty didn't look too bad. Isabelle wondered if their relationship would be different in that theoretical wo- A couple of drunk guys on the side were starting a commotion and she hoped that theoretical him wouldn't have turned out like them. She sighed deciding literally that this theoretical him wasn't productive, especially when there was a productive use of her time right in front of her as she was studying the exact reaction betwee- *Boom* went the first firework that started as a blue and pink lines that twisted into a helix? Was that supposed to be DNA?
The firework wizard was controlling the display from a vantage point to see everyone's reactions. What was the point of doing all this if you couldn't at least enjoy the reactions on everyone's faces. The lights popped up some in pink and some in blue ranging from things like a cargo pants in pink to a purse in blue. These fireworks were a mix of genders meant to bring out something from the other sex. No use in rigidly reinforcing one thing or the other.
Isabelle put her hands on her ears, and it had nothing to do with the fireworks whose bangs and sizzles were reverberating in her bones but the damned DRUNKS! They were hooting and hollering about boobs or something. She looked up at the fireworks, but she couldn't quite enjoy them. Some of them she felt a little fun, but she couldn't help feel like there were some subliminal messaging through overlapping fireworks. It's not like the pyrotechnic made a dick firework, but there was a rather detailed BBQ firework with a patty and a hot dog on a grill, and what looked like a vollyball and bowling ball in front of the hot dog...Now that she thought of crotches hers did feel pretty... The fireworks stopped firing then as she looked down to her crotch wondering if... There was a bulge. Her jeans went from something skin tight that Harriet had gotten for her to more loose fitting jeans with a bunch of room in the crotch... and it was being used. More than that it became obvious that her Bra and breasts were gone! Her hands were bigger, arms longer, and... Isabelle looked to Harriet who...