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This is part of Max's Mall Universe; I'm just visiting there...
Good things to good people
By Dan Green
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Yangyin, older then time, and younger then water, watched the crowds
going by him. The people, of course, could not see her, unless she
wanted them to, so Yangyin merely watched, listened and observed. She
liked righting wrongs, and correcting errors, and mostly visiting
vengeance, but sometimes, something happens that warms even her ancient
heart...
Late January in southern California, the weather starts to warm, even
if the calendar said it was still winter. But then again, it never gets
that cold in Los Angeles does it? (Hey the chamber of commerce is
paying me...lol). At the Valley Mall, a van pulled up, and found a
parking spot. The driver and person in the front seat got out.
He was tall, a little over 6 feet, he moved like an athlete, graceful,
with long limbs and arms, buff, but not body builder crazy. He wore the
uniform of Southern California winter, a long sleeve T-shirt, like a
Baseball player might wear, and jeans. Since he was a pitcher on the
UCLA squad, it only made sense. His name was Tom.
The girl was his girlfriend of 2 years, Cindi. Cindi was the very
poster child for the beach boy's California Girls song. Except she was
not blonde. 5'8," slender, but with curves where a girl should have
them, her breasts were full yet not too big, her hips and butt shapely,
with a healthy glow to her skin and long brown hair. A freshman at
UCLA, she was a young girl approaching young womanhood.
They walked to the side door of the van, opening it, and rolled onto
the electric lift, a teenager in a wheel chair. This was Cindi's sister
Debbie. Debbie was 17 and a senior at West Fernando High School. She
was confined to the wheel chair, with a degenerative nerve sickness.
She had not walked since she was 9. The illness had sapped her of
vitality, her body bent, unable to feel beneath her waist. Debbie's
eyes were alive and friendly, as if the illness were merely a shoe that
did not fit correctly. She wore a Los Angeles Dodger Jersey, as she was
a huge Baseball fan. Debbie had decided early on, to live as normal as
she could. Of course, being a teenager, the word normal had a wide
range of possibilities.
As she was lowered to the ground, Cindi spoke. "Tom, let me talk to
Debbie for a minute, okay? We will be right there."
"Sure, I'll meet you at the mall door, see you in 5," Tom answered and
walked off.
Cindi watched him walk away; thinking to herself, nice legs, and then
turned her attention to Debbie.
"Debbie, are you sure this is such a good idea? You met this guy on the
Internet, in a chat room? I know it was a baseball room, but all the
same. If we had told mom and dad, they would have killed you for
agreeing to meet him, and then killed me for taking you." Cindi smiled.
"Don't worry so much. This guy said he would be wearing a Dodger shirt,
like mine; see like I'm wearing, so he would be able to find me at the
food court. He even goes to West Fernando High, like me, so most likely
I know him, or at least have seen him," Debbie replied. "Besides, I
have my big strong sister and almost brother in law to protect me,
right? And, he's a Dodger fan, so how bad can he be?"
Cindi looked dubious, then another thought occurred to her, "You did
tell him you are in a chair, didn't you?"
Debbie blushed, "No, a girl has to have some secrets, doesn't she? I
mean, I just could not just blurt it out, and we were getting along so
nice. Cindi, I swear to G-d, I don't compare us, I'm not jealous of
you, and your relationship with Tom. But I just want to meet a guy, and
have him look at me, because he wants to meet me. Is that so awful? To
have a guy want to be with me, even if it's just for talking? I know I
can't take his hand or hug him, or walk with him. I'm cool with that.
But I'll tell you, the one thing I'd love to do, is go roller-skating.
That's something I'd love to do with a date. Man, that I miss skating
from when I was real little."
They began to move toward the mall. "Oh Debbie, I know, I remember you
skating so fast too. I could never keep up with you. (Cindi almost
began to tear up, but she did not). No Debbie, it's not awful to want
to meet a nice guy. I just want you not to be hurt and to be happy. I
just worry that you didn't tell this guy the truth. What was his screen
name again?" Cindi inquired.
"Baseballnut10, after Ron Cey's number, the old Dodger 3rd Baseman,"
Debbie giggled.
"Oh, that's very cute, I like it. He would fit right into the family.
Dad, mom, you and me, and Tom, all Baseball crazy. I think Dad took us
to Dodger games before we got our first dolls," Cindi laughed.
The three of them arrived at the mall's Food Court, and took a table to
a side. It was away from most of the crowd, and they each got a drink,
and waited. Debbie appearing more and more nervous as the minutes
pasted. From the side, it was not too clear that Debbie was in a
wheelchair, and sitting down at the table, her bent posture was not
quickly apparent. At 5 minutes after 1PM, Baseballnut10 arrived.
He was 5'7 or so, thin and wiry, with sandy colored hair. He was
pleasant looking, with wire frame glasses and bright blue eyes. He
approached the table, looked at Debbie and smiled. "Are you my fellow
Dodger fan?"
Debbie looked up at him and smiled, hoping he would not run in terror.
"Yes I am, my name is Debbie Jaye, and this is my sister Cindi, with an
"I," and her boyfriend..."
"Of course I remember Tom Greenstein, he was our star pitcher on our
team last year, good to meet you, my name is Larry Stone," and Larry
offered his hand to everyone to shake. Debbie was surprised, even
pleased that Larry fit right in with her sister and Tom, and did not
seem at all put off by her being in a wheel chair. After a few minutes
of small talk, Cindi and Tom left to get a pizza for the group, leaving
Debbie and Larry alone.
"Larry, do you play Baseball? I mean, you sure know a lot about the
game," Debbie asked.
"Well, I did when I was younger. I'm kinda surprised that Tom does not
remember me, because we were on the same little league team when I was
8 and he was 9. I'm actually really, fast. I can chase down fly balls
like the wind... oh, I mean..." He blushed, thinking of Debbie being
unable to walk, let alone run.
Debbie blushed, feeling his embarrassment, "Don't worry," she smiled at
him. "I am more then used to the idea that I can never run, or dance,
or jump rope or do my old favorite of skating. I have been in this
chair way too long to pretend that I'm gonna get better, or that I will
ever do those things, so don't worry about me," Debbie stated flatly.
"Does my being in a wheel chair bug you?" She continued.
"No, it only bugs me that I can't dance close with you," and they both
blushed and smiled at each other, shyly. "Anyway, I never got bigger or
taller, so I just could not compete in Jr. High or a higher level. If I
were just 4 inches taller and 45 pounds heavier, it would make all the
difference," Larry told her.
They made conversation for another 10 minutes, discovering they both
enjoyed many of the same TV shows, music and films, hated the same
teachers even. In short, they were two young people, normally shy and
reserved, discovering each other. For Debbie, it was a dream come true,
a guy, just sitting and talking with her, in a mall, in public, and not
ashamed of her, and she thought he was kinda cute too. For Larry, the
issue of the wheelchair was not all that important. He was shy around
girls, and finding one who was a Baseball fan made it easier to talk to
her. Then, out of nowhere, disaster struck.
From behind them, two large guys appeared and slapped their hands down
on the table hard, spilling Debbie's coke, scaring Debbie.
"Hey, look what we have here, a geek and a spaz." said Darryl smirking.
"Yeah, the zookeeper must have left the gate open," laughed Steve.
"Why don't you guys just leave us alone, don't scare Debbie," said
Larry, standing up to his full 5'7" and staring at them. Debbie thought
he was so brave, she had never had a guy stand up for her before and it
both excited her and scared her, worried that Larry would get his ass
kicked by these two jerks.
"Whose gonna make us?" laughed Steve. "Sure we'll play nice, you and
what Army are gonna make us?" Steve and Darryl high 5'ed each other and
laughed.
"Me, leave Debbie alone," stated Larry, standing between the two
bullies and Debbie. Debbie looked for her sister or someone to help
Larry.
"You two deserve each other, a geek and a spaz, oh man, this is too
funny," snickered Steve. Steve suddenly faked at Larry and yelled
"Boo!" as Darryl tried to mess Debbie's hair.
Debbie tried to duck, but saw Larry push Darryl away from her. As Larry
pushed Darryl, she thought he was so brave, and then she cried out, as
she saw Steve slap Larry on the side of the head. Larry's head snapped
back, and Debbie could see his glasses were bent. As Steve cocked his
arm back, Tom appeared and grabbed it and held it still.
"You guys were always pussies, you know that. It takes two of you to
attack a smaller guy and a girl. What, were you afraid she was too
tough for you assholes?" Tom said, holding Steve's arm. "I'm not
smaller then you, how tough are you really?"
"Oh, we were just playing Tom, are these your friends?" Asked Daryl.
"Yes, they are, so why don't you leave, right now," Tom replied,
releasing Larry.
"Sure, we were just having some fun, no harm, no foul," said Daryl. And
they walked away, into the mall.
Cindi put the pizza down, "Are you guys okay? Those fucking jerks," she
said.
"Yeah, I'm fine Cindi, Larry and Tom are my knights in shining armor,"
smiled Debbie.
"I'm okay too and you're way too nice Debbie," said Larry, "but I need
to get to a repair shop and get my glasses fixed, so I can drive home
later."
"There's a repair shop downstairs, I'll go with you, so you don't bump
into anyone or anything, (they all laughed). We can go and be back
quick," said Tom.
"Okay, cool, Debbie, I'll be back as fast as I can," said Larry, and he
and Tom left.
Yangyin had watched the events unfold and now waited with glee,
expecting that Debbie would release her, to carry out vengeance on the
two bullies.
Cindi helped Debbie clean up and speaking in anger as she brushed out
her sister's hair. "Those fucking assholes, how fucking brave, picking
on a guy half their size and a girl in a wheelchair. How manly!" Cindi
fairly fumed. "I wish they could have some idea of what it's like to be
in your situation."
Yangyin held her breath, waiting for Debbie to complete the wish and
authorize her visiting judgment and vengeance on Daryl and Steve,
confining them to wheelchairs, making them female and unable to move or
speak.
"No, I would not want that," said Debbie, sipping on her drink.
"Why not? They fucking deserve it. Those two are lower then scum,"
replied Cindi in anger.
Debbie looked up at her sister, and with a wry smile said, "And why
would I wish this on anyone? They were just being fools, and I just
could not wish this fate on them. And I'm so happy to be here with
Larry, he's so brave. If I have a wish, it would be for him to be big
enough to play Baseball for real," Debbie said, watching her sister sit
down next to her.
Cindi put her hand on Debbie's shoulder, and kissed you. "You are
really special, I'm glad you're my sister," Cindi said. Debbie reached
up, as best she could and hugged Cindi back.
Yangyin was stunned. For the first time in her experience, someone made
a truly selfless choice. Rather then punish the two miscreants; she
wanted something nice for a boy she knew for less then an hour. Yangyin
recovered and discovered she was pleased. A wish like that deserves to
be answered and rewarded. So be it, she thought, and Yangyin sent out
the magic to do it's work, and sat back and watched.
Cindi looked at the pizza with hunger. "Say Debbie, you don't think the
guys will get too pissed if we start without them. I know you don't eat
too much anyway, and I can buy another pizza if I need to."
"Sure go ahead, I don't mind. I won't eat much anyway, you are right, I
don't have much appetite," Debbie replied.
As Cindi passed her a slice, Debbie felt a tingle over her body, even
her legs. Which surprised and startled her. It must have shown on her
face, as Cindi asked, "Are you okay? Is something wrong? Did they hurt
you?"
"No, I'm fine, I was felt something funny, but it passed," she told her
sister.
Debbie normally did not eat, the illness took her appetite away and
since she never ate, she was weak. But today, to her surprise, as she
bit into the pizza, it tasted wonderful, no, she thought to herself,
this is the best pizza, hell the best food, she had ever tasted. Debbie
wolfed down the slice. And washed it down with big drink of coke.
Cindi looked at her, amazed and laughed. "We need to get you out
talking to guys more often, I don't remember you ever eating like
that," she giggled.
"Umm, that was good, pass me another slice," Debbie asked.
"Sure, no problem, we'll order another pizza for the guys," Cindi
laughed.
This slice tasted just as good as the first. Debbie ate like she had
never eaten before. In fact, the more she ate, the better she felt.
Debbie noticed her body was tingling, from the waist up. Her arms,
fingers, felt fuzzy, like they had fallen "asleep" and now had woken
up. The tingling spread. As she ate, the better it felt. Even her hair
felt good. Cindi was watching Debbie, and noticed something, something
strange.
"Debbie, your hair looks longer, and thicker," she observed.
Stopping her eating for a minute, Debbie replied, "Well, mom helped me
shampoo it this morning, maybe that's it?" And Debbie asked for another
slice. "I don't know what's come over me, it just tastes so good, and
I'm so hungry. I've never felt like this," she told Cindi.
Cindi watched the pizza disappear and then another slice rapidly
follow. She looked closely at Debbie, and was now sure of it. Debbie's
hair was longer and thicker, and even her skin looked more healthy, not
the pale color she normally had. Debbie took a drink and stopped to
catch her breath.
"Debbie, what's happening to you?" Cindi asked in a worried voice.
"Cindi, I dunno, but I tingle all over, even my legs. I swear to G-d,
even my legs and toes tingle. It's so weird, I have not felt my feet in
forever, but I can feel them. In fact..." Debbie whispered, and
concentrated; and then smiled, "Cindi... oh my gosh, Cindi, I can
wiggle my toes!! Oh man, oh man!!" beamed Debbie, tears of joy falling
down her face. "Something wonderful is happening, I can feel the
tingling all over, I mean everywhere (Debbie began to move her hands
over her legs, feeling them, massaging them). I can feel my legs, when
I touch them. Cindi! This is so wonderful!!"
As a stunned Cindi watched, Debbie closed her eyes and leaned back in
her chair. Her entire attitude and body were changing before her eyes.
Debbie was sitting still now, and up straight, the curve in her back
suddenly gone. A look of rapture and peace spread over Debbie's face,
her eyes closed, but not screwed shut. Color flowed into her skin,
quickly losing the pasty look, taking on a rosy glow. Her hair grew
thicker, down to her shoulders, in a deep brown color. Debbie's arms
filled out, toned and sleek, and then the changes spread.
Sitting up, Debbie's shoulders and chest took on a fuller, healthier
look. Her very clothes changed before Cindi's disbelieving eyes. The
jeans Debbie was wearing appeared to become newer, more stylish and
snug, as Debbie's legs and thighs filled out. The ravages of the
illness being driven away, by new, healthy flesh and bone. The sides of
the jeans stretched out, as Debbie's hips and butt grew lush and full,
Debbie moaned out loud. Her shoulders began to undulate, back and
forth, as her breasts filled the front of her Dodger jersey. Little by
little, her bosom swelled, going from almost non-existent, to full and
round and proud. She would later discover she wore a 36C bra. Debbie
opened her eyes and looked at Cindi first, and then down at herself.
"Debbie, are you okay? What, what? What happened??" Cindi asked, amazed
and concerned.
"I don't know (even her voice changed, sweeter, fuller, more mature
sounding), but I feel wonderful. Debbie, help me, I want to try to
stand up. I feel like I can do it," Debbie said with wonder in her
voice.
Cindi stood in front of her and extended her hand, Debbie took it, and
rose, slowly, slowly, till she was up right. "Oh my, this is
wonderful."
Debbie whispered. "I want to try walking."
Cindi dropped her hand and stared, as Debbie took one, then two then
many steps around the table. As she walked, she gained confidence, and
pushed her shoulder back and walked upright, her full bust extended and
proud. Without them noticing, the wheelchair disappeared, a regular
chair in its place.
Debbie stood before Cindi, each looking at each other. They had not
seen Debbie upright in years, and had no real idea of how tall she was.
They both noticed that Debbie was about an inch shorter then Cindi, but
clearly fuller in the figure, lush would be a good word. Without
speaking, they embraced and hugged tight.
"Oh Debbie, I love you," said Cindi, tears dropping down her face.
"I love you too Cindi. I don't know what happened, but I am so lucky."
Debbie turned round and round, simply enjoying the sensation of
standing on her own. She walked to a nearby shop, which had a mirror in
the display window. Debbie got close to the mirror, with Cindi next to
her. Cindi watched Debbie move and twist this way and that, enjoying
the feelings of movement. Debbie twisted, looking at her butt and legs,
amazed that the long, sexy and working legs were hers. Feeling a little
like a Playboy model, she pushed her chest out, seeing her new, full
bust, with a sense of pride.
"Do you think I look good?" She asked Cindi, almost fearfully.
"Oh you silly girl, you look hot, I'm jealous of those big boobs of
yours, looks like you really favor dad's side of the family," Cindi
teased.
They both laughed and hugged again. "What do you think Larry will say?"
Debbie asked.
"I think he will be pretty pleased, oh my gosh, how could he not be?"
Answered Cindi.
The girls returned to the table and ordered another pizza for the guys,
sitting, amazed and delighted at the sudden change of life for Debbie.
Debbie still getting used to moving freely, sipped her soda and waited
for the guys to return.
"Debbie, oh my gosh, Debbie, look!" Cindi pointed at the two tall guys
walking toward them.
Debbie looked up and watched them approach. Tom was still clearly Tom,
but the other guy looked like Larry's big brother. It was Larry, yet it
was not. This guy was taller, broader too.
"Hi guys, the strangest, weirdest shit just happened," Tom began.
Larry, stood, looking embarrassed. "We were walking back from the
repair shop, and it was like, well, time stood still for a moment, and
when we came out of it, well, look at Larry now," he said, the
amazement still in his voice.
Larry was taller, over 6 feet tall, and clearly stronger and broader.
"I don't know what to say, its weird to me too," said Larry, his voice
deeper, more mature. Debbie smiled to herself, and looked at Cindi who
smiled back at her.
"Well, I have an idea or two," said Debbie, and she pushed the chair
back and stood. Tom and Larry gasped, and stared.
"What happened to you?" Larry and Tom both asked in one voice, and they
both found themselves looking at her new, lush curves.
Debbie blushed under their attention. "I don't even know where to begin
or how to explain it. And what happened to you?" she asked Larry.
"Honest to goodness, I don't know. But Tom wants me to come with him to
the park and try shagging some fly balls, which sounds like a lot of
fun." Larry replied.
"Oh, yeah, it does. I'm sure you want to try playing Baseball, instead
of just watching it," said Debbie, with a little hurt in her voice.
"Yeah, but I think I have a better idea." he replied.
"Really, what might that be?" Debbie asked, as Cindi took Tom's arm and
smiled.
Larry reached for Debbie's hand, engulfing it, in his new larger one;
she could feel his new strength in his hand. "I thought I'd ask my new,
favorite girl, if she wants to go skating with me at the roller rink
downstairs?" Larry smiled and looked into Debbie's eyes.
Debbie felt warm and fuzzy, and blushed under his admiring stare. She
slipped her arm under his, feeling the swell of his strong bicep. "I'd
love to, can you give me a ride home? I want you to meet our mom and
dad," said Debbie.
"Oh yes, you bet." replied Larry. He and Debbie took each other's hand,
and waved to Tom and Cindi, walking together, down the stairs. Eager to
explore they're new lives, together.
Yangyin watched them walk away, together, happy and content.
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