"So, this stole is magical. I think I might get used to this."
A fair-looking young lady, desperate for love and popularity, didn't believe an elderly shopkeeper at first when they told her that the stole had magical properties. She thought they were exaggerating, but she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to have something as fashionable as a stole. Money traded hands and she was on her way. Once home, she kept it atop a dresser drawer near her bed. After that, it was only a matter of time before the right moment to show it off. Little did she know the right moment would come sooner than expected.
Invitations to a private party were sent out through the mail. To the young lady's surprise, she got one in hers. This seemed like fate's way of throwing her a bone. When the time came to depart, she grabbed the stole, kissed her father goodbye, and was off. Once she was among the in-crowd, she felt that she wouldn't feel so alone anymore. If only she knew that it wouldn't be that simple.
From inside a palatial home, young people from all over from mingling. To the girl with the stole, it felt like walking into a gigantic maze because if she wasn't careful, she was sure to get lost. Two well-endowed women, one a redhead and the other a brunette, were gossiping. The girl with the stole silently walked over, hoping to get in on their conversation. Unfortunately, she knew nothing of the people they were talking and backed away unnoticed. At that moment, she was starting to have doubts and regrets. These people were all so much more attractive than her and it fed into her trench-deep insecurities. Then, she had a thought: Maybe if I wrapped the stole around me and wore it, I would gain a little more confidence.
Making her way into a bathroom, she checked to be certain if there was nobody around. When she was done, she took a deep breath and put on the stole. As soon as it was in place, she felt a cold shiver. It lasted for an entire minute. Suddenly, she heard audible cracks coming from below. Looking down, she noticed the floor slowly moving further away from her with every passing second. Her legs were elongating, increasing her height. She heard the sound of muscles and bone cracking or reforming as her thighs and calves lengthened. As scared as she was, she also found it very much a turn-on. The changes, however, didn't stop there.
Her breasts, which were mocked as "bee stings" or "mosquito bites" by her peers, suddenly started swelling up. She rocked her head back as they ballooned from A-cup to B-cup size. Another few seconds and they were C-cup size, then D-cup. A loud gurgling could be heard below from her stomach. Turning to the mirror, she found her paunch gut was melting away, becoming a sculpted core. Next, her hips audibly creaked outward, making the poor girl wince in pain.
"Ahh. Okay, that-that hurts."
The pain, however, wasn't gone, for the last thing to change was her face. Her jawbone retreated, becoming less protruding while her eyebrows and cheekbones shifted. Then, her nose reformed, also protruding less. She let out pained gasps and grunts as she felt the bones and muscle underneath the skin in her face moving on their own. The curls in her hair were disappearing as her hair slowly grew down to her new waist. Finally, it stopped, and it seemed that the transformation was over. No longer stood a short, unnoticeable young girl. In her place was a tall, shapely magnet for any man within walking distance. One good look in the mirror and she was in awe at her new body, which brings things back to the present.
"So, this stole is magical. I think I might get used to this."
The moment she walked out of the bathroom, the eyes of most of the men were on her. To them, she was perfection in heels. Some dropped everything and clamored for her hand. She became the target of envy for most, if not all of the women who were at the party and yet, she didn't care. As long as she had all the attention from the guys, she was satisfied. Ever since this party, she had no plans to part with the magical stole that gave her such power. After all, why would she?
