Chapter #5She uses it in the bus by: Wokod   While she was dancing, Kimberly saw the bus coming, and quickly jumped in, so she could sit and think about what to do.
When she got in, people were looking at her, smirking, as she was basically no taller than a child. She was used to this, but still, it was hurting a bit as she could clearly hear some whispers about the "midget" she was. She went to her usual seat near the driver and with the nerds and shunned teens, and couldn't believe how, at 17, she still had to be there alone with no friend to chat with.
But now, she had this strange dictaphone. She knew that it could change everything. But how ? She had some time before the bus coming to school, so she could think. She tried to summarize : for some unknown reasons, someone had given her a way to have whatever she wanted, and without people around worrying about the changes. It was working like those typewriters in the stories... Kimberly smiled as she thought about it in a new light : it was just like writing a fanfiction of he own story ! She knew the original and just had to add new elements, or erase some... well, she knew where to begin with. She took the dictaphone out of her backpack and took a deep breath before pressing the record button.
"Years ago, the day the doctor found that I had a rare condition making me unable to grow normally, he realized that he had done a mistake in his samples as I never had this condition to begin with, and weeks later, I began to develop normally."
She waited for something to happen, and a few seconds later, she heard the sparkling sound and felt her whole body tingling. First, she felt her short legs growing longer, while no one around was seeming to find this strange. She looked down and felt her torso creaking a bit, as it was enlarging too, letting her grow as almost 8 years of puberty were hitting her at once. He arms grew too, less childish and more feminine just like her hands, and she smiled when she felt her ass growing with her hips in her seat, and she looked around proudly to see her perspective changing. Eventually, she felt something appearing on her chest, but was disappointed when her A-cups grew slightly larger, but nothing more. She was now taller, with an athletic body, a nice small ass and hips from what she could see, and instead of childish clothes, she now had regular ones. It wasn't perfect, as her parents had never been especially tall of big to begin with, so it was quite logical for her to have "normally" turned into a quite small teen, but it was way better than the shrimp she was before, now that she was a clear 5'0 from what she could tell. And she felt strangely... less focused on what was happening as for the first time of her life, she was a teenager full of hormones.
She wanted to think more about it when she felt strange, little stars appearing in front of her, and she wondered if she was going to faint as everything went blur. Things felt like they were moving around, and when it cleared up, Kimberly wasn't sitting near the drive with the nerds. She was in a seat with the regular teens around the middle of the bus, and just next to her was sitting a 17 years old student from her class, a latino girl called Maria who used to joke about her like all the other girls when she was a shrimp. Maria, a bit bigger than she was at 5'3 and B-cups, was looking at her strangely.
"So, Kimberly ?
- Eeeer... what ?
- I was asking why you would record this story with the samples from years ago in this device ? Weren't you listening ? The girl was frowning, and Kimberly bluffed
- This ? I decided to keep a journal, nothing else. Just a little experiment.
- Well, even If I'm your best friend, sometimes I still thinks you're a bit freakish, girl..."
Kimberly thought about this : this girl had been one of her enemies when she was a shrimp : did she want her as a friend, knowing that she was just like the others ? She could think about it later... first, she had to be cautious : the dictaphone had just changed things its own way, and Kimberly liked to keep in control. The fanfiction idea wasn't this stupid : if she was really, really accurate when recording something, she would be able to control the changes more efficiently.
And she had a lot of ideas right now to grow powerful...
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