Tiff noticed one book that was not like the others. It was red, bounded in leather. “Hey Katie, come over here! You have to see this.” The book was very large and thick.
Katie came over. “Wow! This must be an antique.” She smiles as she touches it. She loved the supple feel of rich classic binding, so much better than the plastic-like feel of modern hard bounds. She hefted the heavy tome in both hands; it was at least 1500 pages of thick paper. “No title on this”, she said, half aloud. She opened the cover to the first pages. “Unbound Forces: A Book of Magical Spells, Formulæ, and Incantations,” Katie said dramatically. “How very cool, wanna try one?”
“Here?? No way. Lets get this thing home, so we can at least look it over without worrying about the police. Can you fit that in your bookbag?” Tiffany asked?
“Urk!! It’s bigger than my dad’s book on baseball statistic. Here…take my history and chemistry book…OK, calculus too.” Katie grunted as she pulled up the zipper leaving her with a very boxy-looking bookbag. “You ARE staying the night right?
Tiffany looked up from arranging her bag. “You know it! Parents are out for the weekend, eh? Let’s go!
Tiff and Katie slipped over the wrought iron fence to the other side of the block, and then followed the drainage ditch to Katie’s house. Katie Kapasouris was an only child, a rarity for a Greek family, but she made her parents proud every semester. Tiffany Seaver was more athletically orientated like her famous great-uncle, but was taking advanced courses like her tiny friend and had a few report cards with nothing but A’s.
Now, normally the two girls would jump right into their homework or get a quick snack before watching TV. This time they were too intrigued by what the book might offer them, if only a few hours of harmless distraction. Katie whipped up a couple of peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches and milk, and they went up to Katie’s bedroom.
The book was 1820 pages long with 120 chapters on various subjects on magic history, spellcasting, potions making, and occult rituals. No copyright date was given, but it had apparently been printed in London, author unknown.
“Well, no-cans, shall we see about getting your chest boobed up?” Tiff was teasing, but she stroked her best friend’s nearly flat chest affectionately.
Katie smiled slightly, but wondered. “Tiffany, h-how long did it take your breasts to grow? Have they stopped getting bigger?” Tiff shrugged. “They started growing when I was eleven and stopped when I was fourteen. But yeah, you may be due for a growth spurt…course that bush you have looks pretty thick.”
It was true. Katie’s Greek heritage gave her a lush growth of black hair between her legs and under her arms, while Tiff had a tiny little patch of soft brown curls. Katie thought Tiff got the better of the deal, though she did love her hair. Katie shrugged herself. “OK, lets see what we can find in the way of body augmentation.”
They delved into the book, but there were several possibilities that caught their attention.