The dictaphone

"Well, I'll investigate this later. Time for school".

Quickly dropping the dictaphone in her backpack, Angie finally left her house and catch her bus. There, she met her best friend Lucy, sitting lonely in her black clothes and gazing at the outside. She wouldn't have done another face if the bus was taking her to jail. In the seat behind her was her twin sister Laura, chatting with some friend, so Angie sat near Lucy, shaking gently her shoulder "Hi Lucy, still dreaming ?"

The girl in black turned, and needed an instant to realize where she was and eventually smile to her best friend.

"Hi Angie. Sorry, I didn't sleep well. Some noise in my street.
- Yeah ? I suppose there were people partying in town last night, because I found a strange package in my mailbox. A joke from some drunken guy, I guess.
- What kind of package ?
- Just... a voice recorder."

Opening her backpack to show the thing inside, Angie waited for her friend reaction, but Lucy didn't move a bit.

"Something was recorded in ?
- Nope.
- Could be some kind of mistake from the postman.
- Yeah, maybe..."

They changed the topic, chatting about everything and anything until they arrived at school, joining the crowd of the other students in the hallways. But they didn't have a lot of time in front of them, as the first class was sport, and they had to go to the pool. Angie hated this, as she couldn't hide her body during this class, and had to hear all kind of nasty comments from the other girls. Also, being small wasn't helping her to be the quickest of the class, and the coach was always yelling at her for sucking at this. And sucking at every kind of sport, though. Even if she was trying her best, the man never had a single word to support her, and instead, used all kind of words like "Nerd" of "Geek" to qualify her.

On her way to the pool, Angie crossed Vanessa, the school bitch, followed by some giggling girls as usual. The tall girl just greeted her with a "Going to the pool flatty ? They need you to demonstrate how to do the plank thing ?" and then, the girls behind her laughed loudly. Used to this, Angie didn't say anything, and tried to ignore the sad look of Lucy next to her. Even if Lucy wanted to, she couldn't stand for Angie : nobody wanted to have Vanessa Barnes as an enemy.

Finally, the girls entered the locker-room, and began to undress. Angie noticed Lucy strangely looking at the other girls, and especially at Liz, one of their classmate with a thin body endowed with D-cups, . Is she just checking the other girls bodies, or is she a lesbian ? she thought. But as she was opening her backpack to take her one piece swimsuit, she found the dictaphone. Putting it with her stuff in her locker, she couldn't help but study it a bit more.

Lucy catch her examining the voice recorder, and putting her head on her shoulder, just said

"Stop playing with this, you should change yourself or you'll be late.
- Yeah, sure.
- What will you do with this, though ? Record some kind of journal ? Or report ?
- Could be an idea !" Angie took the dictaphone and pressed record, laughing a bit and taking some sort of journalist voice, she said "Hello, this is Angie Marsh, speaking from the local highschool. I'm here with Lucy, a girl so gothic that even her swimsuit is !"

Angie pressed the stop button, when Lucy began to laugh with her, but wondered about the strange sparkling sound she was hearing around her. Lucy didn't seem to hear it, as she was still laughing, but suddenly, the grey swimsuit in the girl's hand slowly turned black, and strips began to magically appear here and there. Angie's mouth opened, her friend not even noticing the thing changing in her hand ; it became smaller and tighter, ready to mold her owner, and the fabric seemed to change into something with more reflects, like an imitation of some black leather. Finally, it stopped, and Lucy looked at her friend with strange eyes.

"What is it, Angie ? Close your mouth, I need your help to enter in this, I can't lace myself behind. - and sure, Angie could see in the back of the gothic swimsuit laces waiting. She hardly found the will to close her mouth, to open it again to speak
- Lu... Lucy, did you see that ?
- What ?
- Your... swimsuit ! It turned into this !"

Checking her swimsuit curiously, Lucy sighed "Nope, what are you speaking about ? It's my favorite swimsuit, as usual. You just said it in your voice recorder, can't you remember ? Did you hit your head on you locker door ?"

Angie gazed at the dictaphone, then back at her friend, undressing to jump into her strange swimsuit. "Did I do this ?" she muttered