This choice: Find someone specific to test the remote on. • Go Back...Chapter #3The Perfect Target by: Zone   As Weiss was contemplating what to do with the remote, a group of people began to approach. Not wanting to be seen holding the remote or risk being caught trying to throw it away and littering, she pocketed the device along with the instructions in one fluid movement before heading back to the dorms. The entire time, she was thinking about what to do with it. Even if it was a joke prop, the temptation to at least try it once secretly was too great to ignore.
If she was going to use it and she was set on using it just to prevent any lingering thoughts on what could have been, she wanted the right target. It had to be something noticeable and preferably on someone she knew. This was to cover her bases in case the remote magically worked yet had some problem, like the other person realizing the swap. That was the reason she was heading back to the dorm. Her teammates would be the perfect targets. She did want to avoid Ruby finding the remote. Her partner wouldn’t be able to contain herself around something like this and cause all sorts of problems.
Entering the room, the only other occupant waved to her.
“Sup, Weiss?” Yang greeted her, packing a gym bag with a water bottle and a change of clothes. As she was still wearing her Beacon uniform, Weiss concluded she was planning to change in the locker rooms.
“Hitting the gym?” Weiss asked, putting her own bag down at her desk.
“You know it.” Yang flipped her hair back over her shoulder. “Nora and I are having a contest to see who can bench press more. She’s strong, but I’m pretty sure I can take her.”
“How…cultured.” Weiss barely hid her obvious distaste of something so barbaric.
“You should come and watch,” Yang suggested. “I need someone to cheer me on. Nora will get some of her team to come.”
“Thank you, but I’ll pass this time,” Weiss replied, sitting down. “What about Blake or Ruby?”
“Blake is hiding somewhere reading her smut books,” Yang answered. “While Ruby is hanging out with Jaune reading comic books or something.”
“How childish,” Weiss commented. “They are supposed to be leaders of our team. Studying or training would be more beneficial.”
“We aren’t machines,” Yang told her, crossing her arms. “You have to have fun once in a while. When’s the last time you did something fun?”
“I have fun learning,” Weiss snapped.
“Nerd.”
“Better than being a brute or a child.”
“Not going to say Ruby doesn’t act like a kid now and then,” Yang continued. “It’s nice to see she’s still the same even after coming to Beacon two years early.” A grin formed on her face. “It’s still funny that she thinks drinking milk means she’s an adult.”
“I bet you gave her that idea,” Weiss said dryly.
“I might have.” Yang shrugged yet was grinning from ear to ear. “Besides, you could stand to drink some more milk. If you know what I mean.”
“No. I don’t.” This was a lie and the cold expression on Weiss’s face revealed her true thoughts as she turned to face Yang. “Why don’t you explain it to me?”
“I don’t know~,” Yang sung, throwing her gym bag over her shoulders. As she straightened up, she deliberately used her free arm to prop up her well-endowed chest to make it stand out even more. A vein in Weiss’ head throbbed and she reached for the remote.
This is the perfect target, she thought. It’s now or never.
As Yang turned toward the door, Weiss hit the Body Part Swap option and there was a flash of green light.
Weiss’s mouth fell open.
From her viewpoint, Yang’s chest deflated instantly to an almost unnoticeable size. Weiss didn’t have large breasts, she accepted that. Compared to Yang, she was pretty much flat. Now, Yang barely had any bumps pushing out her uniform. Weiss, on the other hand, was now feeling the weight of two heavy mounds threatening to pull her forward. Before Weiss could say anything, Yang stopped and turned to her with a hand on the door.
“You’re lucky, Weiss Cream,” Yang said. “Even though you’re short, you got an awesome rack.” She slapped her butt. “Best thing I can do is make a chiseled booty men would die for. If Blake stops by, tell her I want to meet for dinner around 6:30.”
“Will do,” Weiss replied automatically, her mind still stunned at what just happened. The second the door closed behind Yang, Weiss bolted toward the mirror to examine herself.
Her reflection looked normal except now her chest had two amazing breasts. They looked a little unusual on her smaller frame then on Yang, but they still fit. What was even more amazing was her clothes adjusted to fit her new assets. The clothes Weiss was wearing now was just her Beacon uniform. The shirt and bra she had was not made for Yang’s breasts. Yet, they adjusted to fit the second the swap was made. Weiss jump a little and felt her new breasts bounce up and down. Even if the size changed, her strapless bra was not designed to support a lot of weight. She would have to change. As she did so, ideas flashed through her mind on what to do next.
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