Spotting a group of girls around her age, who obviously had had the same idea as her, Jen decided to make
them her first victims. Reaching into her purse, she grabbed the first artifact her hand came in contact with:
The Ring of Three. Shadowing the group at a distance, she assessed each one in turn. The two leading the group
were a pair of attractive blond girls, both of medium height and slim but shapely build. Both had roughly the
same hairstyle, the same outfits, the same... everything. When they both turned a bit, Jennifer saw that they
were, in fact, twins, and identical ones at that. To the left of the twins followed a small, pale, brown haired
girl. Jennifer guessed that she might not even break five feet in height making her almost appear childlike.
This was not helped by her almost painfully thin frame which showed little if any development, except for a
slight padding around her rear and a definite swell at her hips. Jennifer guessed she might be a dancer judging
from her graceful walk.
To the right of the twins walked two more girls. At the fringe of the group walked a girl who really looked
like she didn't belong. She was a nervous looking girl, with thick glasses, and braces. She was also, quite
honestly, a little chubby and it was clear that she was the outsider of this group. Rounding out the group was a
tall dark skinned girl with sleek dark hair and a body showing the first signs of curves. The tallest of the
group by a full head, she looked slightly awkward, as if the rest of her body had not kept pace with her height
increase.
Pointing the ring at the first girl in line, the short one, Jen decided she might as well go for something big. Mulling carefully over her exact choice of words Jennifer finally decided on...