The Knight and the Acolyte Book 2 Chapter 7 Fireeyes
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Wondering Eyes
By Lyndee Mason
"...then this customer kept bugging me about how there was
a loose thread on the shirt and that she wanted a discount
on it. But we know she made the loose thread herself just
to get a discount on it. I get customers trying to scam us
all the time." explained Amy.
"Uh-huh." Tim responded half listening.
"They come in and try to find tears or find a way to mess
up the clothes so they can get some kinda of discount." Amy
continued.
"Uh-huh." replied Tim.
Amy frowned at Tim glazed-over look. He was staring at
something behind her. She quickly turned around to see what
he was looking at. A few tables away in the cafe there was
an extremely attractive blonde with rather large breasts.
His eyes were basically glued on them. Amy was getting
annoyed.
"And then when this lady brought up a skirt she messed up
to try to get a discount for I took the knife from behind
the counter and stabbed her and kept stabbing her till she
stopped moving and quit bitching about the pain. Then there
was all the blood on the ground I had to clean up." Amy
tested him.
"Uh-huh. That's nice honey." Tim replied.
Amy was pissed as she glared at her boyfriend. This has
happened one too many times for her, and she was set to
never let it happen again. She was willing to do something
drastic.
Amy dipped her finger in her water and drew a symbol on the
table pointing at Tim. Then started to speak words no one
could understand, "Pernus itum resun juatcen ornem patucs
itum."
"Uh-huh." responded Tim out of habit not looking away from
the blonde.
Only unnoticeable to him was the first moment of his chest
beginning to swell. First slowly then the rest rapidly
until he had breasts that matched those of the blonde woman
he was undressing with his mind.
"What the Fuck!" he yelled attracting the attention of
every person in the cafe.
People turn and stared, gawked and cringed seeing this man
swear and grab at his D cup breasts.
Amy stood up and tossed her napkin on the table. "I'm tired
of you gawking at other women when you are supposed to be
with me. You'll find out where gawking will get you." Amy
finished and stormed out the cafe.
Tim tried his best to hide his breasts from all the staring
people in the restaurant, "What?"
Tim headed out of the cafe, reaching in his pocket for his
car keys, wanting to get home as soon as he could. Walking
outside the he saw his car gone. "Of course she took it."
Tim headed for the nearest subway.
Tim ducked into the first subway and sat in the corner. He
tried crossing his arms over the large protrusions on his
chest to help hide them, but he'd be better trying to hide
a mountain behind a shack. There were enough other freaks
in New York that no one really paid that much attention to
him. For all they know he could have been some part of a
reality show.
It was a fairly long ride to the other side of the city
where their apartment was. He was already guessing Amy
wouldn't be there. Normally when she gets mad she goes to
her Russian friend's apartment. They were some friends she
met in college as an international college. They gave her a
visa the year before.
Wasn't long before Tim's eyes wondered around the car and
landed on some tart redhead that looked like she was
heading home from the local university. She looked
incredible. Tim probably would have hit on her had he not
had a set of woman's breasts. But it didn't stop him from
enjoying the view.
Few moments later an elderly woman arrived on the car and
sat next Tim. She looked around the car a bit then leaned
over to Tim. "You two must be sisters."
Tim gave her a funny look back and said in his natural deep
voice, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well you won't get man with that voice. Oops here's my
spot." the woman said before getting up and leaving the
train with several other riders, including the redhead he
was admiring.
"This city is full of kooks." Tim spat out and looked out
the window. In the window he could see the reflection of
the redhead.
"Wait, she got off!" Tim said aloud and turned around and
confirmed that she was no longer in the subway car.
Tim quickly looked back at the window and saw her
reflection. The reflection didn't quite look like her. In
the window she had D cup breasts.
"Oh God!" Tim said as he started to figure it out and
reached into his hear pulling strands of red hair in from
of his now soft face.
"I'm a girl... mostly." Tim said noticing his voice was
still manly but feeling down below that it was all female.
"Fuck!"
"If you insist hotcakes." came a man's voice from behind
Tim.
Tim turned back around to see some guy that would normally
be younger then her, but now being a small big-breasted
redhead co-ed, she was a bit intimidated.
The man leaned closer into Tim, "So, where are you heading
baby?"
Tim backed up till she was pressed against the side of the
car.
"This is my stop." Tim yelled as soon as the car stopped
and ran out not caring if it was his stop or not.
The man on the subway sighed and watched Tim go, "Women!"
Tim looked around the station and headed for the stairs. A
leggy blonde with perfect hair caught Tim's eye as she ran
up the stairs to street level. She wasn't far from home.
Tim turned her head towards the stores as men whistled as
she walked by and brushed blonde locks out of her face
"Blonde??" Tim said shocked and stopped to look at his
reflection again. She had the hair of the blonde she looked
at in the station. Tim lifted her now rather baggy pants to
find that she had her legs too. "This just keeps getting
worse!"
Tim did the best she could, not looking at anyone the rest
of the way to her apartment, and took a deep sigh once
inside. His feet hurt from running, with shoes that were
way too big. She tossed herself on the couch taking off her
shoes rubbing her feet.
"God I need shoes that fit... no I need feet that fit in
the shoes."
Tim crawled across the couch with blonde locks falling in
her face, grabbing the phone and calling Amy's friend's
apartment.
"Hello?" Christine answered with a thick Russian accent.
"Christine is Amy there?" Tim asked hurriedly
"Ves, but she dos not vant to tolk vith you." Christine
shot back. Tim always loved girls with accents. Drove him
wild. "On thecond thought. You can come and vee her. And
dress good."
"Thank vou." Tim answered and stopped wide-eyed hearing
Christine's voice, accent and all, coming out of her.
"Vuck!"
Tim got up and went to the bathroom and dropped her clothes
in front of the mirror. Now that her voice changed there
was no part of here that remotely resembled her old male
self. Looking in the mirror more and more he would have
jumped this girl if it weren't her.
Tim went into is girlfriends closet in search of better
fitting clothes. Even in a pair of sweats she was a
bombshell. Tim would have cursed again, but was afraid of
hearing that voice again. Tim headed out Christina's to see
Amy.
Arriving in Christine's apartment building, Tim stopped to
look in a mirror in the hallway to see if she had changed
any more since leaving her apartment. She looked down and
saw her nails were longer and bright red, and her hair and
nose were like in the Buffy poster she saw on the way up.
Turning around she was her butt was tighter and firmer.
"Great."
Tim entered the apartment to see Amy standing there waiting
for her.
"Amy vou have to undo this!" Tim pleaded.
"No, I don't actually. Not too many laws out there against
witches and spell casting." Amy smirked. "Well maybe...
let's get a good look at you."
Amy took a walk around Tim, checking out her new body. Then
came back in front and laid a large kiss on her.
"There. The spell is done." Amy smiled
Tim inspected but was still the same girl as she was when
she walked in, "Whut, I'm still-"
"And you always will be," Amy finished, "but you stopped
changing. You had a change to get your manhood back, but
see you don't find any part of me attractive enough for you
to have any feature of me. I know where you rank and i know
where you are going. Russia."
"Whut!?!" Tim yelled in her accent and went to run and
discovered she was handcuffed to a pole.
"Oh yeah, I'm having you deported." Amy continued, "Chris
told me you had her accent and I called immigration. They
are their way and you'll be on the first boat to Russia."
"No!" Tim yelled starting to cry.
"Yep, girl like you with no ID, name any proof of
existence." Amy smirked heading for the doorway. "Should be
interesting. Enjoy your fate."
Amy exits.
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