"Nothing! You're perfect just the way you are." Bob said reassuringly. "If I didn't like how you are, I wouldn't have decided to go out with you and love you forever." He reached his arms out and Chris fell into a hug with him.
"I love you too. You're so sweet." She said. "But there are a couple of things I would like you to do, please? For me?" Chris smiled. If she couldn't go back and had the chance to change this reality, she might as well use it to her advantage.
"Sure, honey, anything!" Bob returned the smile. After a few minutes, Bob understood the changes and they took effect. Chris's name became Chrissie, more fitting for her female form, she thought, and her breasts swelled out a bra size, clothes adjusting to the new C-cups.
"Are you happy?" Bob asked when the changes were complete. "I certainly am if you are!"
"Yes, Bob. Thank you. I mean, if I can't go back, I might as well make things work for me." Chris smiled as she hugged her boyfriend again. Bob checked his watch through the embrace, peering past her auburn hair that reached mid-back (she had changed this back to normal too, not wanting to have to put up with blonde jokes): nine thirty.
"Oh, damn it!" Bob shouted and hurriedly released himself from the loving hug. "I need to get to work! I will be fired if I miss too many days, and I've already taken at least two days off! Sorry to cut it short, but see you later, Chrissie!" Bob grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door and ran out, blowing Chrissie a kiss goodbye.
"Bye!" Chrissie waved from the door as her boyfriend ran down the street to his car. She sighed as he drove out of view and closed the door; she had forgotten that he still wore the necklace.
************************************
A knock on the door caused Chrissie to jump up with excitement. She had stayed at home all day: she had had no college lessons and she was still trying to find a job. A gorgeous redhead fell into her outstretched arms, bawling her eyes out. Not knowing what to do, she took the girl, who looked about the same age as her, into the living room and set her on the sofa. Chrissie sat next to the girl and comforted her in the best way she could.
"There, there. Now, what's your name?" She asked, feeling a little awkward. She felt even more awkward when she heard the reply: "Bob."
"Wh-what?!" She jumped in surprise. "Bob? Is that you?" The redhead nodded sullenly, curly waves of dark reddish-orange hair cascading down her face. She wiped her eyes and looked into Chrissie's eyes.
"I loved you... I did what I could... I loved you..." She said between sobs.
"OK, OK, calm down, please, Bob. We won't get anywhere with this hysteria. I know what it's like..." Chrissie comforted. "Now, tell me what happened."
"I... I went home from work and started on a paper I had to do for college. I didn't have time to see you again, sorry." Chrissie nodded, reassuring the girl. "I was tired, so I decided to go to bed. I remembered I had your necklace on me, so I thought I would take it off and give it to you tomorrow. As soon as I took it off, I fell unconscious and woke up in the morning like this." She indicated the blue plaited skirt and matching top. A sleeveless green jacket was open on top, revealing the fair bump in her clothing where the new breasts had formed. "Please Chrissie.. What should I do...?"