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A Broader Palette Chapter 4: Smelling Salts
By Becky ([email protected])
"I can't believe you didn't even try to talk to any of the
guys there, Emily," Sarah complained as she lead her little
sister through the giant campus parking lot. She seemed so
mad Emily could see smoke coming out of her mouth in the
chilly November night air. "What on earth were you
thinking?"
Emily didn't have an answer. She still wasn't entirely sure
what happened. She was about to kiss a hot 20-year-old when
she found herself on the floor with a nasty bump on her
head. And then there was all that talk about freshmen.
"You're going to have to get used to the idea that girls
don't want to be kissed by you," Sarah spat. Emily stopped
walking. That hurt more than the bump on her head.
"Are you saying I'm not attractive?" Emily pouted, causing
her sister's wrath to melt away.
"Oh, honey. Of course your attractive," Sarah cooed,
drawing her into a loving hug. "You're a-DOR-able. You just
can't go around kissing girls like that." She held Emily at
arm's length and stared into her glistening eyes before
planting a kiss on her forehead.
Back in their room, Emily laid awake in bed thinking about
the events of the evening. Staring at up at the underside
of her sister's bed, she noticed a cluster of stars on the
wood.
"Sarah?" she whispered. Sarah groaned in response. "Sarah!"
"What IS it?"
"Where did the stars above my bed come from? I don't
remember seeing them last night."
"You put them there back in third grade, silly. That's the
Little Dipper. I've got the Big Dipper on the ceiling above
my bed."
Emily poked her head out over the side of the bed. Sure
enough, the constellation that had been in the corner last
night was directly above the bunk.
"I thought you said we put the Big Dipper up in *sixth*
grade," Emily asked, judging by Sarah's exasperated sigh
that perhaps she was pushing too far with her line of
questioning.
"I was in sixth grade when we put them up, and you were in
third grade. HON-estly. Now will you go to sleep?"
But Emily couldn't fall asleep. She had been jolted awake
by a sense that something was amiss, and she had to find
out what. She slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the
bathroom.
Examining herself in the mirror, she saw nothing different.
The pretty girl on the other side with the worried look on
her face was the same one she saw yesterday. It was two
o'clock in the morning, but she locked the door anyway
before removing her shirt, feeling her nipples stiffen in
the chill night air, but her breasts were no larger or
smaller than before.
"I'm still the same," she said to herself quietly.
She had to admit she was a little disappointed. The thought
of something new and different had excited her.
She walked over to the window and opened it to see the pale
light of a full moon hanging over the Schneider house next
door, illuminating the neighborhood. Emily searched the sky
for the Big Dipper, but couldn't find it. She had never
really been into astronomy before, but somehow she wanted
to see those stars she had recreated above her bed.
"I know you're up there," she said.
Suddenly there was a snapping sound, as though something
had fallen into the bushes below. Emily leaned out the
window and squinted into the shadowy foliage. For a moment
she thought, or hoped, that a shooting star had fallen
right there to answer her.
"You've been right there all these years," she said to the
constellation, as though it could hear her. "My whole life
and the one time I actually want to find you..."
She stopped. How many years had she been alive? She quickly
closed the frosted window, pulled her shirt back on and ran
to her room.
"I thought you were going to SLEEP," Sarah complained
groggily.
"I am, I am. In a few minutes," Emily said, grabbing her
purse and running back to the well-lit bathroom. She
rummaged for her wallet and found her driver's license.
"January tenth, nineteen eighty-THREE?!" she read in
disbelief. "Oh no!" It had indicated her birth date as
January 10, 1980 just yesterday, and 1973 the day before
that. "I can't be 18. I can't be."
Just then the door creaked open.
"Are you all right, Emmie?" Emily turned to see her
diminutive sister Katie in the doorway.
"Yeah, Katie," she said wiping her eyes and flashing what
she hoped was her most convincing smile. "I just had a
nightmare. What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"You couldn't sleep? Well, you know what helps me sleep? A
glass of warm milk. Let's go get some. And maybe we can
find some of those cookies mom baked yesterday."
***
"It's okay to get scared of getting older, you know," Katie
told her big sister between gulps of milk.
"What are you talking about?" Emily asked, feigning
ignorance.
"I heard you talking in the bathroom," she said, breaking
off a piece of a cookie.
"Oh, you did." Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. "I
was just--"
"It's okay," Katie interrupted her. "When Mommy told me I
was too old to sleep with Mister Bear anymore I was scared
too. He used to stay up ALL NIGHT to chase away the
monsters, and I kept falling asleep. But then Lizzy moved
in and I haven't been eaten by a single monster yet."
"Really?" Emily smiled.
"Nope. They haven't nibbled a single toenail, so I cut them
myself," Katie declared with pride.
"I mean, you don't miss Mister Bear?" Katie thought about
it for a few seconds while she munched on a cookie.
"Sometimes, but I can still go down to the basement and
visit him during the day. Mommy said getting older is just
trading old things for new ones."
"Mommy's a really smart lady," Emily said, getting up to
wash their glasses.
When she returned to the table, Katie was fast asleep.
Emily carried her up to her room and tucked her into bed
before drifting off to sleep beneath the Little Dipper.
***
The next day Emily found it difficult to stay focused in
class. A lot of the material was new to her, but she just
wasn't interested. Her mind was busy analyzing what Katie
told her the night before.
If getting older was about trading old things for new ones,
what about getting younger? Was she trading new things for
old ones? Were the old ones really old if she didn't
remember them? Just thinking about it made her head hurt.
She was still debating this as she walked across the
school's grassy mall. There was an icy frost on the green
blades and they made crunching sounds under the feet of the
hundreds of students, who were all snugly bundled in bulky
coats and woolen hats.
"Hi Emily," said a tall figure hidden inside a dark coat, a
green hat and a white scarf. "Are you feeling better? We
were pretty worried about you last night." It was then that
Emily recognized the voice as Tracy's.
"Tracy!" she exclaimed a little more eagerly than she
intended. "I, uh, yeah. I guess I just had too much to
drink. I'm okay now."
"I'm glad. Listen, about last night..."
"You, don't have to--" Emily began quickly, hoping to avoid
an awkward moment, but Tracy put a hand on her shoulder.
"I do. Look, I don't know if I'm lesbian or bi or straight
or... I need to figure that out. But you didn't do anything
wrong. But if it turns out that I am, I hope you're still
single. In the meantime, would you settle for a hug?" Emily
nodded vigorously and gave Tracy's waist a squeeze,
enjoying every millisecond of shared warmth between them.
As Tracy turned and started to walk off, she paused and
smiled. "You're a cute kid, Emily. Don't lose that -- it's
delicious."
Emily walked to the student union, where her mother was to
pick her up, with a warm feeling inside.
"She hugged me... she hugged me..." she repeated in
disbelief under her breath. Then she frowned. "She called
me a 'cute kid?!' Ugh..."
***
"Emmie!" Mrs. Thomas called from the open window of her
white minivan. Emily jumped from the granite steps and
raced to the van with her head down in shame. "What's the
matter?"
"I'm trying to radiate the appearance of a mature young
lady whose mother no longer calls her 'Emmie,'" Emily
explained patiently through her teeth as she opened the
passenger-side door.
"Oh, I'm sorry honey. Of course you are," her mother said
supportively. "I MEANT EMILY!" she called out to the
crowded steps before Emily could shut the door. Katie's
giggles erupted from somewhere in the back seat.
"So how was it?" Mrs. Thomas asked eagerly.
"How was what?" Emily shot back.
"The school!"
"Oh school. It was okay."
"Just okay. So you're not DYING to go there after
graduation?" Emily stared at her. "Your sister seemed to
like it there, but if you want to go somewhere else, I'm
sure we can scrape together the money. I just hope you
won't go too far from home."
"It couldn't have happened again," Emily thought to
herself, rummaging through her purse. "Not this soon."
"What are you looking for," her mother asked, seeing the
concerned look on her daughter's face.
"I had this weird feeling I might have left my driver's
license somewhere," Emily lied.
"Should I turn around?"
"Never mind," Emily said, pulling it out of her purse.
"Here it is. Sorry about that." Her date of birth was
printed as October 10, 1983.
"Nine months," she said out loud, indicating how much
younger she had become. "I can't believe it."
"I know," her mother gushed. "Only nine more months and my
little girl... I mean, my mature young lady will be going
off to college." She sniffled, and so did Emily, knowing
she'd never get together with Tracy.
***
"It happened again, Sarah," Emily pouted. "I can't do
this."
"You're doing fine. All you have to do is go with the flow
instead of resisting it all the time."
"Fine? I'm NOT fine! I'm one month this side of being
jailbait."
"Not if you hang out with people your own age. You're not
jailbait to a bunch of high school guys."
"Right, I'm just a cute piece of ass to them," Emily
huffed. Sarah craned her neck to inspect her sister's rear,
but Emily blocked her with a pillow.
***
The next day Emily walked to school with Karen.
"Hey Emily!" called a boy's voice from the Schneiders'
front porch.
"Hey Justin," Karen cooed, but he didn't seem interested in
her.
"Oh, hey Karen. I was hoping to get a chance to talk to
Emily." Neither of the two girls said anything. "Alone..."
Justin added.
"Oh, I see how it is," Karen spat, tromping off down the
street. Emily found herself wishing Karen hadn't left and
started walking after her, but Justin followed.
"Listen, Emily? I have a confession to make." Oh no, Emily
thought. Here it comes. Was I this dumb talking to girls in
high school? "I saw you last night, in your bathroom
window."
It was worse than she thought.
"So you're telling me you're a pervert?" Emily asked.
"No, no. I mean, I didn't mean to. I was just checking out
the stars from my tree house."
"In the middle of the night? It must have been quite a
show."
"Well yeah, I mean, well. I probably shouldn't be telling
you this, but I've had this crush on you since we were
kids. I just never said anything because, well, what would
a senior like you want from a junior like me? But after
last night, I just had to tell you."
"That's sweet," Emily said, as though her cat had just
brought her a dead rat as a gift. "I'm just not interested
in dating little boys." As soon as the words escaped her
mouth, she regretted saying them to the man-child who
towered seven inches over her. "I'll see ya."
***
Emily was beginning to feel claustrophobic after a long day
of walking through crowded hallways full of giant kids who
thought they were adults. To make matters worse, Emily
discovered she had a nemesis. Tall, lithe, and
quintessentially blonde, Kathleen Quinn was forever
pointing out Emily's plainness. To add insult to injury,
Justin Schneider took every opportunity to defend her. She
was relieved when the day had ended. Karen had some after-
school practice to attend, but Sarah was picking Emily
up... and Emily was bursting to talk to someone who didn't
see her as a kid.
"Why can't I hang out with you at a dorm party?" Emily
pestered. "I'm willing to take a shot at liking guys, but I
don't feel right about the immature boys in high school. I
mean, they're just kids. I can't possibly connect with
them."
Just then Emily felt a tingling sensation and Sarah seemed
to get about two inches taller. She became acutely aware of
the fact that her clothes didn't feel quite right.
"What the hell just happened?" she squeaked in a voice that
sounded too sweet to have come from her mouth. It had only
a hint of the maturity she had grown accustomed to in her
womanly voice. "Omigod," she blurted and made a beeline for
the girl's bathroom without waiting for an answer from her
sister.
In the bathroom mirror she saw a younger version of
herself. Her cheeks looked a bit chubbier and in her large
eyes the scales were tipping from sexy to cute. Most of her
hair was pulled back into a bushy ponytail, but a few
strands had been allowed to hang freely off to either side
of her face. Nothing, however, shouted "girl" as loudly as
the large, puffy bangs that curled over her forehead and
ended just above her eyebrows.
She could see why her clothes didn't feel right. The form-
fitting shirt that had showed off her body was displaying
some embarrassing wrinkles, particularly in the chest,
which seemed collapsed against her body. She felt for her
breasts. They were still there, but definitely smaller. The
sleeves of the shirt had ventured past her wrists and
fluttered a bit around her skinny arms when she walked, but
that wasn't as annoying as the way her butt slipped out of
her underwear and rubbed against her now-loose jeans. Even
her fingers seemed childishly pudgy with a trace of baby
fat and closely-cropped, unpainted pink nails.
She grimaced at her reflection, making no attempt to hide
the fact that she was absolutely mortified. What if Justin
were to see her like this? Would he still like her?
'That's silly,' she told herself silently. 'Justin wouldn't
want to date some little girl.' Then she realized that the
only silly thing about the thought was the fact that she
actually wanted Justin to like her now.
The toilet in a stall behind her flushed and a Kathleen
emerged, looking Emily over with a gaze of mixed amusement
and disgust.
"What happened to YOU?" she asked nasally as though Emily
was covered in raw sewage. "Someone steal your clothes in
the locker room, or did you lose a bet and have to wear
your sister's clothes to school?"
"At least I'm not dressed like some tramp," Emily seethed
under her breath.
"WHAT did you call me?" the girl asked, her voice rising.
She advanced on Emily, backing her against the opaque
window, and looked down at her menacingly.. Emily didn't
answer her -- her sneakers suddenly feeling looser than she
knew they were. She wanted to disappear. In her platform
shoes, the girl was easily nine inches taller than Emily's
five feet of cuteness. The fact that the girl's large
breasts were only an inch or two from Emily's nose only
reinforced her notion that this girl was a tramp, but she
needed to find a way out of this. She needed a plan --
fast.
She began to think of every wicked tactic she might use,
but even on her tippy-toes her face was practically buried
in the Amazonian girl's cleavage. What really scared her
was the sense that she wasn't even turned on by this. Maybe
she really had become a girl.
"Is there a problem here?" Sarah's voice threatened from
the doorway.
The girl turned around, nearly brushing Emily's nose with
her left breast, and sized Sarah up. She was pretty sure
she could take her alone, but it was two against one. And
with two of the Thomas girls on the scene, it was only a
matter of time before more started showing up. Everyone at
school knew that what they didn't have in stature the more
than made up for in numbers.
"No problem. I was just trying to help the kid fix her
clothing. You should really teach her how to dress
herself."
"Then leave," Sarah said quietly, her voice echoing off the
tiled walls. The girl grabbed her bag from the sink and
took off.
***
"What happened back there?" Emily asked as Sarah drove her
home.
"The same thing that's been happening since this thing
started. The magic kicked in again. Apparently it thought
you needed to be younger."
Emily sighed and slumped in the passenger seat, but that
only emphasized her loss of height, so she sat up as
straight as she could.
"Real perfect timing. So you really don't know how far this
is going to go?" Sarah shook her head somberly. "Well could
you at least fix my clothes so mom doesn't keep reminding
me of how little I am?"
Sarah smiled and took one hand off the steering wheel to
give Emily's bra strap a little tug. When she let go, it
snapped back like a rubber band and shrank to snugly fit
the A cups.
She then yanked on a loose thread that was hanging from
Emily's shirt and the fabric appeared to shift to a T-shirt
with a Venetian blind effect. Another yank and the loose
thread snapped off in her hand, and the T-shirt reacted by
shrinking to babydoll size.
Emily was beginning to enjoy this until she felt Sarah slip
her hand down her pants and gave her a wedgie... but when
she let go, the underwear and jeans shrank to just the
right size. Two quick zaps from her finger, and Emily's
sneakers were resized as well.
Emily unzipped her now-tight jeans and reached down to pull
her underwear out of her butt crack when she noticed that
the fabric felt strange. She pulled her pants down to see
pictures of Minnie Mouse smiling up at her.
"Underoos?!" she yelped. "I'm not wearing Disney underwear!
No WAY!" Sarah snickered.
"Just trying to keep you on your toes, sis." She snapped
her fingers and the underwear reformed into a silky
material devoid of cartoon mice.
***
As they walked up the driveway to their house, Sarah
stopped Emily.
"One thing I forgot to mention. Since you're only 15 now,
you're rooming with Lizzy in Karen's old room, and Karen's
sharing my room."
"You're dumping me for that priss just because I'm too
young to drive? Besides, Lizzy's just a kid. We don't have
anything in common."
"Give her a chance. She's only three years younger than
you, and if you don't keep an eye on her she'll catch up to
you."
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