"There," Liz said, "Now doesn't that feel better?
"Weird as it is to say this... Yeah, it does!" Cassidy admitted, smiling shyly. But her grin was nothing compared to Liz's at seeing that her work was appreciated; the gorgeous young girl was straight-backed and beaming.
"Damn straight! Now we're going around the circle and you all MUST say something about your body that you LIKE, got it? Nothing wishy-washy, no prevaricating, and none of this 'I don't have anything' crap. Leah! Your turn!"
The curly-haired Leah looked up in alarm - she was one of the shyer girls their age; at 5' 3" pale and fairly chubby, she was never one to turn heads, though she was nice enough that most people got along with her. "I don't know, Liz..."
"Doesn't have to be anything huge. Just something about yourself that you like."
Leah began to blush, but Liz didn't back down. So quiet she could barely be made out, she muttered "I think my freckles are pretty cute'
"Cute!" Liz replied, "Heck, girl, they're downright gorgeous."
Angie was the only one who noticed the shimmer as it played around Leah's face, and the only one who saw her freckles deepen and spread across her face until they shifted from a cute smattering to something striking and beautiful - like something Angie would expect to see from a model if she googled 'beautiful freckles'. She was almost a little jealous.
"Look at that gorgeous blush!" Liz said, "Who else do we have? Sam! What about you?"
Sam grinned as Liz approached and rolled her eyes, but clearly in a good-natured way. At nearly 6', she was only just not the tallest girl in the room - just shy of Angie herself - buy her body didn't have any of Angie's generous curves, and her jaw was quite prominent. Together with her unfortunately unisex name, it meant she attracted her fair share of insults - but luckily was too happy-go-lucky for any of them to really stick.
"I knew it. Somehow I just knew I was next," Sam said, and bent over to lean into the Dictaphone; "Well, I have really nice legs."
Angie immediately turned down to look at Sam's legs, only to see that there wasn't much of a change; maybe they looked a little more freshly shaven. Truth was, she already really did have nice legs. That, and Angie noticed, Liz hadn't taken her finger off record yet.
"Oh, hey, dang, you really do," Liz said, "I've never noticed them before. Well, we can officially say that as of now your legs nice enough that even straight girls find them hot!"
Wait, what? Angie thought, and now Liz hit stop. There was another sparkle, and this time there really was a change. Sam's already nice legs shifted and stretched, growing even longer as every stray hair and blemish vanished from them. Her calves were toned perfectly and her thighs thickened from the super-thin state they had earlier; they even developed a tan. It was all impressive, but there was something else to it that Angie couldn't quite put her finger on, something very pretty, something that made it so easy and so pleasant to imagine them wrapped around her while Sam -
Angie felt the blush creeping up her face and found that she had to turn away. That odd turned-on feeling she'd got when she'd used the Dictaphone to grow Lucy before was back with a vengeance, though this time she was fairly sure it wasn't just the thrill of the power.
"That does actually feel pretty good," Sam said, running a hand slowly up her legs. She paused for a moment to stare, her face seeming stuck part way between confusion and admiration before she shook her head to clear it, "Liz. The admitting nice things to the recorder, I mean. That feels good." Sam seemed to be trying to regain focus, her face looking bothered by something. She threw herself back into the topic at hand as a distraction; "But I still don't think we're going to be showing up the Vanessa Barnes of the world any time soon. Except maybe you, Angie, you lucky bitch."
The words were mean but Sam said them with real warmth. Angie smiled back. Part of it felt normal - but at the back of her mind, a half-forgotten part of her was ecstatic that people were noticing and being nice to her for no reason.
Liz was still rolling on from what Sam said; "Oh please," she said, "Vanessa who? I think we do fine in comparison. In fact, and I want this on the record..." she said, lifting the Dictaphone to her lips again
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