Tara awoke with a start, the image of a tall, fit, buxom version of Anna kissing her sister lingering in her fading thoughts. The sheets over her heaving chest were damp with perspiration.
The shapeless redhead let her head fall back to the pillow with a soft plop.
What had that been all about?!
Rising, shaking her head with a wry smile, Tara wondered what had gotten into her dreams last night. Apparently, her imagination had run wild with Anna’s fantasies about Tess.
As she showered and dressed, she couldn’t help but think back to her dream, straining to remember the details. All that she could manage to recall, however, was the image of a gorgeous version of Anna making out with Tess on the beach.
As she was getting dressed, Tara’s phone buzzed with the arrival of another text.
“Come. Here. Now.”
The message was from Anna. Brows furrowing in confusion, Tara replied. “Where? Why?”
“My house. NOWWWWW!!!!”
Tara’s eyes roamed over her friend’s urgent words several times. What on earth was so important that it couldn’t wait until this evening’s beach party? They had already made plans to meet at 3:00 PM for the annual Labor Day bash.
“And bring some of Tess’ clothes!” Another text came in, adding to Tara’s befuddlement.
Tess’ clothes? Why would Anna want—?
Tara paused mid-thought, a smirk forming over her lips. Her friend probably just wanted some sort of bizarre Tess memorabilia on which to focus her unceasing affections. Tara was going to have to have a talk with that girl. She was seriously taking this best-friend’s-sister crush way too far. For now, however, Tara would humor her. She would never hear the end of it from Anna if she arrived empty handed.
Opening her bedroom door, Tara looked across the hall to see that Tess’ door was still closed. She was probably still asleep. She wouldn’t be able to enter without risking her sister’s considerable wrath. So Tara crept downstairs, slipping into the laundry room to pull several of Tess’ garments from the dryer. If anything went missing from the laundry, Tara doubted that even her sister would find it cause to blame her.
She shoved the armful of clothes into a bag and left the house, walking swiftly toward Anna’s house to see what all the fuss was about. Knowing Anna, the girl had probably just found some sexy new actress on the internet that reminded her of Tess and wanted to gush to Tara and her other friends about her…
...hopefully not while sniffing her sister’s freshly laundered undergarments for traces of perfume or something.
When the slight redhead arrived at Anna’s door, after ringing the doorbell, Chloe, a cute, Anna-sized—if slightly better endowed—brunette answered.
“Chloe? What are you doing here? Did Anna text you a 911 too?” As the words came out of her mouth, however, Tara noticed just how pale Chloe’s normally rosy cheeks were. She looked as if she had seen a ghost!
Her friend didn’t reply, the tiny brunette simply grabbing Tara’s hand and hauling her roughly into the living room. Without a word, she marched a stumbling Tara through the room, then up the stairs to Anna’s room, where the girls’ gymnast friend, Ariana, stood before the young Asian.
Tara blinked several times, knowing instinctively that something about the scene was off before finally realizing what it was. The top of Ariana’s head was roughly even with Anna’s collarbone. That just wasn’t right! Normally, Anna was even shorter than she was. Was she standing on something? Wearing stilts?
The Latina gymnast stepped aside, revealing a voluptuous, long-legged beauty. Tara had rarely seen a body that could rival that of her sister. This one could. And it belonged to Anna!
Tara’s jaw dropped as the far shorter latina stepped aside, revealing a tall, buxom Asian whose body was easily a match for her sister’s.
Anna’s face was recognizable, if noticeably prettier. Her silky bob hadn’t changed either, swishing under her chin with the girl’s every movement, aside from looking a bit healthier perhaps. But her figure! It was absolutely breathtaking!
She was completely nude, full breasts a good cup size larger than Tess’ signature C’s rode high on her chest. The young Asians arms were long, toned and willowy. Her stomach was flat and firm, hips ample, and her legs endlessly shapely.
“I know, right?” Anna winked at her friend, amused by Tara’s speechless awe. “That’s what I said when I first saw it this morning in the mirror too!”
“B-but I didn’t say anything” breathed a wide-eyed Tara.
“Exactly. Speechlessness is appropriate, Tare. Glad you’re coming around, though.” She leaned forward, bending her knees and putting a cupped hand to one side of her mouth. Her voice came out a conspiratorial whisper. “What do you think Tess will think of the new me?”
He rose to her full height, extending both arms as she stood proudly before her ginger-haired friend, a sparkle of delight lighting her dark chocolate eyes.
“Wha… what happened?” managed Tara, brushing aside her friend’s question in favor of her own, an audible swallow interrupting her second attempt at speech since laying eyes on the girl.
Anna gave her friend a dazzling grin. “A fucking miracle, that’s what!” She twirled in place, giving Tara a view of her sumptuous curves in all their naked glory.
“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” huffed Ariana, crossing her arms over the tiny swells of her nearly non-existent breasts.
“Damn right, I am!” laughed Anna. “Wouldn’t you? You better believe I’m gonna enjoy every freaking moment of this!”
The sexy Asian interlocked her fingers over her taut stomach before raising them in a sensual cupping of the outer slopes of her prodigious breasts. “I might even be hotter than Tara’s sister now! She’s so gonna want to do me!”
Tara felt her knees go weak, her hand shooting to the door frame to steady herself. “I… I mean…” She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say. And her train of thought was lost completely when another realization suddenly struck her.
The girl looked just like the mental image that had been emblazoned in Tara’s memory from last night’s dream!
“You look just like…!” Tara began breathlessly before catching herself.
Anna furrowed an elegantly sculpted brow at her much shorter friend. “Just like…” she prompted.
“Like you wanted to when we were talking yesterday,” Tara finished, quickly modifying her statement so as to not mention her dream. She didn’t want to talk about that with her friends yet. Least of all Anna. Not until she knew more about it.
Anna’s suspicious look faded. “No fucking way! I don’t look that good,” she announced, shaking her head with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I look even better!”
Giving her friend’s luscious body another appreciative once-over, Tara couldn’t help but agree. If Tess really was into girls, as Anna always claimed, it was difficult to imagine her not finding Anna attractive. She was absolutely stunning!
“Told you so,” said Anna with a superior smirk. “Now what did you bring me?” she continued, her gaze dropping to focus on the bag of clothes in Tara’s hands.
“I, um…” Tara stepped shakily forward, offering up the clothes to her foot-taller friend as if she were a supplicant to a just-descended-from-the-heavens goddess. At least she knew why her friend had requested the clothes!
Anna snatched the garments from Tara’s trembling fingers, examining them critically before pulling the skimpy top and tight-fitting sweats snugly over her jiggling breasts and voluptuous hips.
“Not exactly couture,” she said dismissively, admiring herself in the mirror. “But these will get me to the mall, at least.” Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Then, I need to get some real clothes... along with a Tess-taming bikini.”
With a flourish of her shimmering black hair, she grabbed her purse and put on her shoes. “Come on, girls. It’s time to show you what a real woman looks like.”
Anna giggled lightly, clearly enjoying her new alpha status, snapping her fingers to summon her doting friends as she swept out the door.
Chloe hurried after her, clearly in awe of her friend’s miraculous improvements and wanting nothing more than to ride her coattails. Ariana and Tara, however, remained behind, exchanging a look. Tara’s mind was reeling, her rattled thoughts returning to the dream from the previous night. But that hadn’t been the only time she had thought about dreams the previous day. There had been that poem from the strange book at the antique bookshop. The Burgeoning Book.
Remembering the feeling she’d had as she’d read the poem, her heart sunk. She had felt the weight of those words, the power they’d held.
Could the book have really empowered her dreams to change her friend? If it had, what else could it do?
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