"Honestly, I gotta be careful with how I invest my time," Amy said, her voice gaining a slight maturity as she aged, "I want to make sure I'm ahead of the game."
Her words made Katie's mind wander. She had never considered the idea of shaping someone's future with her power. But here she was, sculpting a child's destiny with every sentence spoken. It was a bit overwhelming. "So, you're thinking stocks?"
Amy nodded, her eyes lighting up with the excitement of a future she hadn't quite grasped yet. "Yeah! I see my dad watching those numbers go up and down. It seems like a fun puzzle to solve!" Her voice had deepened slightly, hinting at the onset of puberty, and she was now the height of a young teenager. Her clothes had shifted to match, the dress pants and shirt giving her a surprisingly mature look despite her youthful demeanor. Small bumps had begun to form under the fabric of her shirt, hinting at the beginnings of womanhood.
Katie watched the transformation with a mix of amazement and trepidation. "So, you'd like to be a stockbroker, huh?"
Amy nodded, her eyes still shining with excitement. "Yeah! It's like playing a game, but with real-life consequences. And I'm good at games!" Her voice had taken on a more assertive tone, and her posture had straightened, giving her the air of someone who was already used to wearing heels.
Katie leaned back on the bench, watching as the little girl's clothing shifted again, becoming a sharp pantsuit. Her breasts swelled to A-cups and her buttcheeks accumulated more flesh, giving her a more mature look. Her blonde hair grew longer and more styled, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. "Wow," said Katie, "You really are getting into this, aren't you?"
Amy nodded, her voice a touch deeper now, "It's like a game of strategy, isn't it? Buying low, selling high. Knowing when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em," she said, with a chuckle that sounded eerily like a Vegas casino owner.
"Well, Amy, it sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders. But remember, it's not all fun and games. You'll have to study hard and make some tough decisions." Katie said, trying to add a touch of realism to the girl's burgeoning dream.
Amy's eyes widened as she contemplated the advice, and her clothing shifted again. The pantsuit grew more tailored, the blouse more form-fitting, and the heels she now wore clicked against the concrete as she tapped her foot in thought. "I know," she said, "But I'm a fast learner, and I've got you to help me, right?"
Katie nodded, feeling a strange sense of responsibility toward this girl whose future she was essentially crafting. "Of course, I'll be here for you. But you have to remember, this isn't a game. There's a lot of risk involved."
Amy nodded thoughtfully, her expression mature beyond her years. Her eyes scanned the park, noticing the different types of people passing by. Some were clearly wealthy, others looked like they were just scraping by. "I know," she said, "But I've got a good gut for these things. I just need to learn how to play the market."
Katie couldn't help but smile at the girl's confidence. "That's the spirit," she said, "But remember, it's not all about the gut. There's a lot of math and analysis that goes into it."
Amy nodded, her expression earnest. "I know. I'm good at math," she said, "And I'll work hard to understand the market."
As she spoke, Amy's mind began to whirl with the complexities of the stock market, her young brain already grasping the intricacies of finance. She envisioned herself in a bustling office, surrounded by screens flashing with green and red numbers, her hand hovering over the phone, ready to make the next big call. Her thoughts raced with strategies and calculations, her eyes flicking over imaginary graphs and stock prices. Her figure swelled to match from her C-cup bussom, to her toned stomach to her heart-shaped butt. By then Amy no longer saw Katie as a stranger, but as a close childhood friend she's known her whole life.
Her attire shifted to reflect her newfound ambition, the pantsuit transforming into a sharp business dress, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail that swished as she nodded. Her heels grew higher, clicking confidently against the pavement as she stood up, her body now that of a young woman in her early twenties. "Thanks, Katie," she said, her voice a smooth blend of confidence and determination, "I'll make sure to use my head as much as my gut."
With a final nod, Amy strode off into the park, her future as a stock mogul already taking shape in her mind. Katie watched her go, feeling a sense of pride mixed with a touch of sadness. She had essentially robbed Amy of her childhood, but hopefully, in exchange, she had given her a chance at a successful and fulfilling life. As the young woman disappeared into the crowd, Katie couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right choice.