Becky felt waves of warmth pass over her body, flowing like how water, pressing harder against her skin over protrusions like her nose, chin, and breasts.
The familiar feeling came back to her, she was beginning to feel like her self again inside, not a false front. Soon the changes began happening outside.
She kicked off her shoes, becoming uncomfortably tight now as she swelled larger than a size 6. She kicked them lightly to the side, neatly, and felt more clothing get tighter.
Waves of warmth passed over her chest harder now, as her nipples became erect, and the breasts slowly swelled larger and larger, her bra growing tighter... tighter. Cleavage began to show as two buttons popped open... She was now 6' tall. Like eighth grade again.
Her hips became tense, knowing what was coming next. They began to thin as her femurs lengthened. She quickly gained another three and a half inches during this. It always struck her how different it felt to have her "little hips" pull inward into her "big hips" felt, or just how it felt in general to shrink down to her "little size."
Then the warmest part of her transformation began.
A pimple above her vagina began to swell up, protruding almost a centimeter before splitting into one large and two small pimples. It became the hottest spot on her body as the three spots swelled, suddenly cover with a light dusting of hairs, looking like a grotesque mole.
Becky bit her lip and rubbed her palm against the spots as they grew and got warmer. The large one in particular became very very hot as it tensed even more, growing almost twice as fast as the other two spots. She began breathing hard as another sensation, not just warmth, began passing through her body.
Her attention suddenly turned away from the burning-hot growing spot beneath her skirt, as the tension in her brassiere she'd been ignoring was suddenly relieved with a strange "Swick!" noise, her breasts bursting from their tiny confines.
She laughed at her F-cups announcing their arrival on the scene, then got a sudden headache as she orgasmed, now holding a very large penis in her hands, dripping semen onto the kitchen floor and cooling off.
She'd turned back into the real Becky again. The hermaphrodite raised as a girl by her parents, teased through all her high school years first for her large breasts, then her massive height growth spurt leaving her 6'9", finally then becoming a joke on many minds (and a dreamboat of a select kind few) after it became common knowledge she was dual-gendered.
Years had gone by since ridiculing, and she'd moved away. 27 now, her tall stature had made her eye-catching but intimidating to the "little men" who'd've LOVED to have hired her just for her breasts. But the idea of being beat up was too much for them.
So she took some entry-level jobs here and there around the city until she found the magic shop.
She bought the pendant in 2001, and found success as a 5'3" "average woman" at an office, not exceptional in any way. Less is more, she'd found.
Then, in the last few months, she'd found ways to put both bodies to good use.
She lit a cigarette and stretched, tossing the size 6 pumps into her closet and grabbing a size 13 platform she'd paid a lot of money for.
She crushed out the cigarette and...