As Aerith snuck into Tifa's room, she saw her clothes strewn about on the floor. She stepped on one of Tifa's bra, envious of her large bust as always. She stepped over her panties. She had always admired Tifa's body, and wished she had the courage to dress and show herself off as she did. Of course, if she had a body like Tifa's, she wouldn't need courage.
As she bent down next to Tifa's low bed, she saw her boots laying on the floor next to her head. If that's a fault Tifa had, it would be those airtight boots. How she slept with the rotten things that close to her face Aerith would never understand. The smell was almost enough to make her abandon her plan and go to Yuffie's room. Almost. Yuffie was too much of a flake to be trusted with something this important. Aerith took a hair that had fallen out onto the pillow, and retreated to her room.
As she prepared the spell, she read the book one more time. "You must keep your mind perfectly clear while reciting. Any thoughts may throw off the balance of the spell and have disastrous consequences for you."
Aerith cleared her mind, and began to recite. She'd done this many times before, but it was harder this time than usual. She felt guilty about sneaking into Tifa's room and doing this without her permission. She couldn't stop thinking about her stealthy trip into Tifa's room, sneaking around her clothing to avoid noise, avoiding her boots, admiring her perfect body, just to get a hair she probably could have got just by asking. Just then, Aerith felt herself crumple from within. Her body became a ball of small light, which flew through the inn and hovered inside Tifa's room. Suddenly, Aerith felt herself fly towards...
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