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To give credit where credit is due :). Not that long ago, Greinskyn and I began to exchange story ideas and thoughts and philosophies. We quickly discovered we had similar tastes and ideas, and he kindly shared a story he was developing with Gordon. It was called simply GOTH. Frankly, the possibilities in the story caught my fancy, and I asked Greinskyn if I could take the story a direction I would enjoy. Without hesitation, he graciously agreed and gave me permission. Major props to Gordon and Greinskyn, for they set the stage for this story, and they did a superlative job of it. I tried to remain true to the settings and personalities they developed, but clearly, you will be able to see when and where my writing begins and theirs ends. Thanks also to the "dreamer", Morpheus, for his story suggestions and observations. Please feel free to send your comments and feedback to me. Dan, in way too warm Los Angeles ([email protected]). The Goth and the Executive Jessica Montague-Jones was having a pretty good day. She was a well off, good-looking 28 years old who had been spending the past couple of years doing her dream job. Her rise through the I.T. industry had been meteoric. Most people her age could only dream of even the opportunity to do what she was doing. Not only that, but for a woman to get through a male dominated industry such as the one she was in was nothing short of amazing - standing as a testament to her determination and also her intellect. Jessica had always been a high-flier, right from the start. School and college had seen her earn fantastic grades - and it was apparent from very early on that she was destined to be great. Unfortunately, her many talents had fueled her fiery ego from very early also. She was a blatant control freak. She had to be in charge of a situation, no matter what. Everything had to fit how she wanted it - anyone or anything else was simply irrelevant. Getting to her dream job had not been easy - even for Jessica. She'd had to eliminate some competition through means both fair and foul... but mostly foul. That said Jessica was by no means an entirely bad person. For all her questionable actions in getting to where she wanted to be, Jessica had done some good things in her life. As well as being very ambitious she could also be a good friend and had built up a group who she regularly met up with after work to socialize. Jessica was popular. But she was not very friendly. It was hard for her to open to people and make friends. That said, she was very selective about who she spoke to. She wouldn't dream of talking to anyone from outside of professional circles, for example. To Jessica, such people were lazy and weren't professional for the simple reason that they couldn't be bothered to learn anything other than what outfit looked good for getting laid. She had no time for such people and she imagined that they were most likely jealous of her anyhow. Today, Thursday, had been an excellent day for Jessica. She'd finally managed to pluck up the courage to ask out Carl - a cute technician she'd had her eye on for some time. For all of her success, Jessica had a disastrous track record for relationships. Her longest had been a few weeks and she'd always felt a little insecure about this. Not that anyone would even suspect Jessica of being insecure! Carl was a nice guy - the kind she'd always pictured herself being happy with. Feeling like nothing could stop her now, Jessica allowed herself a big smile as she strolled down the corridor to her office. She was just about to open the door to the office when she heard someone call out her name. Turning around she called a greeting back to her friend, Megan Tilley. Jessica used the term "friend" loosely. Jessica more or less tolerated the woman out of a sense of debt. Megan was 32 years old and a single mother. Unlike Jessica, she'd struggled through life with various problems and was still struggling with her job as a filing clerk for the same corporation Jessica herself worked for. Megan looked overworked, she looked tired and worn - her hair was straggly and she had small creases under eyes. She was still pretty but the stresses and strains of her life were apparent in her face. This was the kind of woman that Jessica would normally consider riff-raff and wouldn't be seen dead talking to... but Megan had been a friend of Jessica's since she'd saved Jessica from being attacked by a masked guy one night on her way from work, a couple of years previously. Jessica had been terrified and scared out of her mind, when the guy had jumped out, brandishing a knife. She'd never found out just what he'd wanted from her - thanks to Megan who had shown real courage, to come running from across the road to spray a can of Mace straight into assailant's eyes! Jessica had promised Megan there and then that she would do her best to repay her for her good deed. She'd got her the filing clerk job not long after, something Megan was pleased about as her then current job had been being a waitress! Of course, this good gesture hadn't stopped Jessica from looking down on Megan. Jessica had felt that it was her duty to give this poor wretch a chance. She felt that Megan was the same kind of slapper you saw hanging around bars picking guys up - indeed she was a single mother, which, in Jessica's eyes, was a by-word for careless slapper. She did have a good heart though and Jessica thought she deserved a chance because of this also. Getting Megan the job had been easy - after all, anyone could do it. Unfortunately Megan had struggled with it. She consistently made mistakes and had, of late, been becoming something of an embarrassment for Jessica. After all, she'd recommended Megan. Jessica felt slightly guilty at having been avoiding her friend lately as she still felt like she still owed her something, like a debt she had not fully repaid. How does one repay an act of courage? Jessica pondered many times. Jessica, though, had an image to portray and associating with the likes of Megan did not fit that image. "Hi, Jessica... sorry - I mean Miss Montague-Jones." Megan corrected herself - Jessica insisted that all lower staff address her with respect. It simply wouldn't do to have them calling her by her first name. "Hi, Megan." Jessica returned the greeting, "Is there a reason for catching me like this?" "Yes, Miss Montague-Jones - I have a bit of a problem." 'Oh great, now what' thought Jessica. Several ideas quickly burst into her head, the primary suspicion being that Megan had gotten herself pregnant from one of those encounters that people like her have. She guessed it wasn't her fault; having a low I.Q. and not being able to keep your legs together for five minutes went hand in hand - so Jessica thought. "What's wrong, Megan?" Jessica tried to hide the cynicism in her voice. "Well, I've been given an opportunity to work in sales!" Megan beamed - her face briefly losing the burnt out look she'd sported in recent years. Jessica felt slightly surprised - Sales wasn't a particularly demanding job in her view - Chimpanzees could probably do it, but poor Megan would still be flummoxed! "That's great news! Well done!" Jessica replied, hoping Megan would now leave so she could get on doing the work that intelligent people such as herself had to do. "Only problem is that I have to go to that big conference they're having up north - that one for teaching you how to sell stuff?" Jessica felt contempt at the way Megan phrased things, but reminded herself that it wasn't Megan's fault. "Well, problem is that my daughter is only 14 and I can't take her with me... I can't get anyone to mind her and I was wondering if you knew of anyone?" Jessica again felt contempt - how the hell would she know where to find someone like that? "I'm sorry, Megan - I don't know anyone like that." She told her. Megan's face suddenly changed, Jessica could see the desperation in her face and felt a pang of guilt. This woman HAD saved her life, after all - even if she was a bit slow. "Uh... well, maybe I could help somehow? Maybe check up on her or something?" Jessica offered. After all, just making a telephone call and asking her daughter if she was okay couldn't hurt, could it? "Well, she needs someone to be there. Is there any chance you could stay over at my place with her?" No frigging way! Jessica was NOT going to be seen in a trashy neighborhood like that - being seen there could start all kinds of rumors! "How about coming to my place?" She offered without thinking. "Really?" Megan's voice was filled with surprise! "Um... well, I'm sure she'd love that!" Jessica cursed herself internally for saying something so stupid! Now she was going to have to put up with some annoying little kid invading her home! "Wow, thank you so very much! Will you be okay with the time off?" Megan asked. "Time off?" "Yes, the conference is four days... I hope that's not too much of a liberty!" Jessica sighed internally. Well, what could she do? "Yeah, I guess I could do some work from home..." Jessica felt dread creeping on herself already. "Thank you - I'll bring Stacey over on Thursday night as I have to be there on Friday. I'll return Tuesday evening, when it's over". Jessica thought that that would make technically five days then but didn't say anything. And Stacey? The very name suggested 'tramp' to Jessica! "Thank you! Thank you!" Megan said, almost jumping up and down with each word! "Yeah. No problem." Jessica replied in a low voice. 'At least this could help her square her debt to Megan' she thought. Megan glanced at her watch and said she'd better get back to her desk before she got another roasting, leaving Jessica to wonder how a good day could suddenly go so wrong as she opened her office door. Good day? Shit! She suddenly remembered she'd arranged a date with Carl over the weekend. No way she was going to cancel that! She'd have to think of something! Jessica stopped in front of her mirror to check that she was still looking smart. Her skin was smooth and perfect. She was pretty, with a small petite nose and her lovely natural blonde hair tied up in a bun. Jessica knew that she was pretty and often used this to her advantage - after all, no harm in making use of what you've got! She had nice-sized breasts - she wasn't massively endowed although Jessica had nothing but disgust at women who were. Especially those who thought they were somehow great because of it. She herself could show a nice amount of cleavage when she wanted to though. She also always made sure her top button was undone at work, knowing that this could help her get her way when she needed it but not to such a point as being slutty. At 5 foot 9 inches, Jessica was also a bit taller than average and had pretty legs to compliment the rest of her figure, which was nice and slim. Jessica loved being pretty and all the benefit's such looks brought with them too! Carl's a lucky guy, she thought to herself! Thursday evening soon came around. Jessica was sitting in her apartment, dreading the knock on her door. She was hoping that something would go wrong and Megan wouldn't need her to look after her daughter after all. At about 6:15 pm, that hope was dashed! Jessica opened the door and was almost immediately hit by a barrage of 'thankyous' from Megan. "Oh my God, thank you so much - you're the greatest!" She blurted. Jessica glanced down and saw a petite gothic looking girl standing next to Megan. Her hair was black, her nails were black and all of her clothes were black too. She wore torn tights, with a medium length black skirt, as well as a top that Jessica thought looked, unsurprisingly, a touch slutty as it showed a small amount of cleavage which the girl's small developing bust could barely manage as it was. Her mid-riff was bare with a pierced belly button, and Jessica noticed that her nose was also pierced, along with several piercings in her ears too. Her face was powdered as pale as possible and was 'complimented' by very dark lipstick and a heavy amount of dark eye shadow. "This is Stacey." Megan added, noticing the direction of Jessica's gaze. Stacey scowled at the woman before her. She was less than thrilled to be staying with some stuffy bitch. She eyed Jessica and couldn't believe she was wearing such a stuffy outfit outside of work! She knew this whole weekend was going to suck big time. She was probably going to be forced to listen to Frank Sinatra and watch shitty soap operas like sad bitches like her usually did. Why couldn't her mom have just let her stay with her friends? She could have been out getting stoned already! "Hello Stacey." Jessica forced a smile whilst underneath dreading the whole experience that awaited her. "Yeah," replied Stacey. "Whatever." Megan just laughed nervously before handing a suitcase to Jessica. "Um... here's Stacey's stuff. I'm sure you two will have a great time together! Anyway, I have to catch a train so I'd better go! Bye!" Jessica watched Megan hurry back down the corridor from her apartment. She wondered if she was actually hurrying because she couldn't wait to get rid of the pretentious little brat that was now scowling at her from the doorstep! "Are you goin' to just leave me out here?" Stacey asked sarcastically. Jessica broke her gaze from Megan's retreating cab. Looking down, she met the stare of the scowling teen. She could feel the hatred radiating from the brown eyes. Jessica's own contempt equaled that of the rebellious girl. It was going to be a long five days, but she decided to make the best of it. Jessica took a deep breath and addressed the child. "My, aren't you the charming little dear," her voice not quite concealing the sarcasm. "Why don't you come in?" Stacey rolled her eyes and with an exaggerated sigh dragged her suitcase through the doorway. She made every attempt to move as gracelessly as possible. Jessica, bearing witness to the marks left on her spotless floors, saw red. "Could you carry your case please?" Jessica's tone suggested it was an order not a question. "Sorry!" Came the reply, though it seemed devoid of any remorse. The cheery welcome over with, Jessica led Stacey up to the spare room. The way was marked with defiant silence. After reading a long list of don'ts Jessica left Stacey to unpack her things. ?Children like that just need a firm hand' she thought. Once downstairs, Jessica decided to continue her work. She already had a good start on Friday's business and hoped to finish it up in short order. This hope turned out to be in vain. Jessica was pouring over important figures when a loud thump came from the guest room. Pausing out of concern, she waited for any sign of crisis. After a short time with nothing appearing out of the ordinary, she started over. At about the same point she had previously reached another thump echoed through the house. Again this was followed by silence. "What could that little witch be up to?" Jessica asked aloud. Determined not to let it get to her, she again attempted to proof the numbers. This time she had hardly started when the mysterious sound was repeated. Unable to let this go, Jessica headed upstairs to investigate. Before she reached the guest room another mysterious crash emanated from the guestroom. Jessica elected not to knock. "What is all the racket? I'm trying to work down?." Jessica's voice faltered at the carnage before her. There was Stacey sitting in the middle of the room, or what was left of it. Stacey had unpacked her suitcase. The method she chose apparently consisted of throwing the contents in random directions. It didn't end there. The imported French drapes were ripped half off the rods. The fine bedding had been torn off of the bed and was balled up in an unorganized heap. Cheap posters had been haphazardly thrown up; Jessica didn't want to know how. As bad as this was, it wasn't the worst. The little tramp was actually smoking! Stacey was sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked up at the sudden intrusion, and smiled. Jessica noticed with distaste that the girl's skirt was hiked up in a very unladylike manner. She also wasn't wearing any underwear. "Somethin' wrong?" She asked, grinding the butt into a rare Chinese vase. "Something wrong? Something wrong?" Jessica fumed. "Look what you've done to my beautiful room!" Her hand made a sweeping motion to emphasize her point. "I know what I done to your precious room" Stacey smirked. "I gave it character!" Jessica couldn't stand the insolent child any longer. She strode over to the seated Stacey and grabbed her arm, painfully. Using her superior size and strength she hauled the girl to her feet. "Ow!" Stacey yelled. "You're hurting me Bitch!" That was the last straw. "Alright little girl I'm going to teach you to respect your elders!" Jessica scolded. At that she carried the screaming Stacey over to the bed. The enraged Goth didn't go willingly. She kicked and flailed, and even tried to bite the larger woman. It was to no avail. Their strengths were to disparate. Jessica leaned Stacey over her lap and hiked her skirt up. Stacey's thin little behind was exposed. 'Tramp' thought Jessica, as she began to spank the bare flesh. Jessica had to admit Stacey wasn't just pretending to be tough. She had spanked the little girl's bottom red. Rather than cry, Stacey just glared at her with pure hatred. Jessica wasn't worried. She was confident that an obviously intelligent woman such as herself could maintain control. After all, she was dealing with a child. Jessica clucked at the obvious lack of authority Megan must have provided. Leaving Stacey to think about her actions, Jessica went back downstairs. She poured herself a glass of red wine and went back to work. It took a few minutes to put her anger aside and get into the right frame of mind. Finally she hit her stride and was once again checking the figures. Tension gradually left her and she was soon absorbed in her work. Jessica was just taking another sip of wine when a loud crash startled her. In her reaction to the sudden noise, Jessica spilled the crimson liquid all over her dress. "That does it!" She slammed down the mostly empty glass and quickly made her way upstairs. Stacey had apparently thought about her actions; she just came up with different conclusions. Rather than pick up the mess, she made it worse. Black lipstick now covered the walls, and her fancy drapes were now hopelessly shredded. The $2000.00 cut crystal lamp her mother had given her now lay in shards. "Oops! Clumsy me." Stacey shrugged. Jessica's will was tested, but was far from broken. "If you thought the spanking was bad, just keep this up and you'll find out what punishment really is." She added menacingly. "You're not dealing with some feeble minded slapper!" Jessica then drew herself up to her full 5' 9" "You are dealing with a real woman!" Stacey didn't act scared like Jessica had expected. She actually seemed to brighten as if an idea came to mind. "I think we'll both soon see just what kind of real woman you really are!" Stacey smiled at the statement, almost as if she had told a joke. "Just remember what I said." Jessica warned Jessica waited this time before she again started her work. All was quiet. Stacey must have known that Jessica meant business, as it remained quiet. Without any more disturbances the work progressed rapidly. In no time Jessica finished and put the material away. She looked at her watch noting it was after 10:00 pm. A quick peek in the spare room showed a sleeping Stacey. Jessica patted herself on the back. If only Megan used the proper discipline. She resolved to let the woman know first thing Tuesday evening how she felt about the sloppy job Megan was doing. When the door clicked shut again, Stacey's eyes opened. A grin slowly spread across her face. In the dark she waited? After putting the soiled dress in the sink to soak, Jessica prepared for bed. She slipped into a silk nighty. The rhythmic action of brushing her long golden locks was relaxing. Eventually the tension over Stacey faded. Jessica took in her reflection. She was proud of her looks; at 28 she was still a head turner. Her smooth skin was lightly tanned, thanks to regular trips to the salon. The bright blue of her irises complimented her silky blond hair. Those very blue orbs drifted downward their gaze settling on her chest. Here Jessica was truly grateful. She had been a late bloomer. As small as Stacey was, she had been even less developed at that age. Her heart ached at the memories of that time. The kids teased her mercilessly. She had been very insecure about her body, a feeling she had never been able to shake. The sad memories jogged her out of the reverie. Jessica put down the brush and turned out the light. As she made her way to the bed, she unconsciously brought her hand to her breasts. The nightly ritual reassured her she was no longer that little girl? Stacey waited. She had stealthily crept out of the room while Jessica was preparing for bed. Eventually Jessica's breathing had slowed and deepened. With catlike movements she made her way to the master bathroom. After quietly closing the door she braved the lights. It didn't take her long to find what she needed. There were several loose hairs from a brush. Fingernail clippings were easily acquired as well. Stacey almost left with those?almost. With an evil grin she opened the hamper and removed Jessica's bra. Deciding it would be too obvious to take the whole thing, she settled for the tag. Stacey felt a pang of jealousy as she read the size. If all went well, however, she wouldn't be jealous for long. She took the objects she'd gathered back into her room, arranging them separately onto the floor before going over to her suitcase and pulling out a small, leather-bound book. Stacey thumbed through the pages until she found exactly what she was looking for. Walking back to the objects she'd arranged, she sat down in front of them, crossing her legs and sitting up straight. She then pulled two small items of jewelry out of her skirt pocket and placed each of them - one a gothic looking naval ring, the other a humble looking standard ring - and placed them either side of the other objects. Stacey sighed as she realized that this was going to take some time. She placed the book in front of her before scanning a couple of paragraphs of the text presented in it. After a few minutes she closed her eyes and smiled. Everything was working out perfectly. There was just one thing Stacey wasn't sure of. Something about Jessica that would be necessary for this to work. While she meditated, she pondered the likelihood of 28-year-old Jessica meeting the one physical requirement that was needed for the spell. The one requirement that she would no doubt not tell anyone about - especially not Stacey! Stacey guessed that she would simply have to wait and see... About 3 hours later, Stacey suddenly snapped out of the trance she had slipped into. It was done. All Stacey could do now was wait. The sudden ringing of the small telephone beside her bed broke Jessica's deep sleep. Her hand clumsily felt around the top of her bedside cabinet, consistently missing the target until she raised her head and managed to make out the shape of the loudly ringing device through her bleary eyes. She yawned as she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Uh... hello?" She asked, tiredness still evident in her voice. "Jessica?" Came a guys voice on the end. "Uh... yeah..." "It's Stan McShane - " came the response. Jessica's head cleared - it was her boss! "Stan... sorry - was still asleep!" She replied. "I'm sorry to wake you Jessica - especially on your day off but I'm afraid we have a bit of a crisis here. Someone seems to have hacked into the network during the night and they've made a right mess of everything. Do you think you can come in for a few hours and go through everything with the tech guys n' girls here? We're restoring the backup but as it was made yesterday we need to make an assessment of what's been lost." Jessica mentally groaned. It was bad enough she had to come into work but the fact that she had to work with the tech people - those nerdy geeks and geekettes - just made it the perfect day. She knew some of the tech guys were always checking her out - a burden she had to put up with what with being so pretty, whilst the geekettes were just pretentious - wearing odd makeup and clothes to be different. Being different was the worst thing you could be! The fact they never got any dates, at least to Jessica's knowledge, should have told them something! "Sure, Stan. I'll be there ASAP." "Thanks, Jessica. We really appreciate it!" Jessica put down the phone and held her head. She'd obviously gotten up too quick as she was starting to feel dizzy now. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. Staying sat up on the edge for a few minutes. Finally, she pulled herself right up onto her feet. She started moving forward when she unexpectedly stumbled, suddenly feeling another spell of dizziness. As it subsided, she guessed that was what happened when you had to get up early after a night screaming the brat from hell. She shuffled into the shower, dropping her nightclothes onto the floor along the way. After a few minutes of showering, she stepped out and dried herself off. She checked out her naked body in the mirror next to the shower. Her body was looking particularly good this morning - her skin almost seemed to have a glow to it. Her breasts looked nice and firm, she quickly turned and checked her petite but sexy posterior too - giggling as she did so. 'Those tech guys are going to be drooling again' she chuckled to herself. After getting dressed, Jessica was surprised to discover she was having a bit of trouble with her hair. Usually, it brushed perfectly. Jessica was very fussy about her appearance - she always insisted the her hair was cut and styled to perfection, so that it would be no trouble and she didn't end up having bad hair days. She still recalled the time she'd kicked up a fuss in a local hairdresser's after the idiotic little tramp in there had cut her hair too short. If these people can't do their job then they simply shouldn't be there - and she'd certainly seen to that! Jessica swore under breath as she repeatedly brushed at her blonde hair, trying to get it into shape. It simply wouldn't do, as she wanted. Every time the brush went through, her hair would spring back into an almost straggly looking shape. She squinted at it in her dressing mirror. Her hair was still in her usual style, but it was as if it just didn't quite sit there neatly. She picked up her styling spray and began blasting the offending areas, brushing furiously at them. After a few more minutes, she looked at her reflection again and decided that her hair was as good as she was going to get it. Not quite as perfect as usual though. She wondered if she could make a quick emergency stop at the hairdresser's on her way home. She didn't want to look scruffy for her date this weekend, after all! Standing up, she eyed the rest of herself in the mirror. She still looked like an impressive young go-getter. Her top couple of blouse buttons was undone, as always, to give the office boys a hint of something whilst no doubt making the girls seethe with jealousy! She giggled again before grabbing her laptop and bag. She made her way down the corridor, stopping by the room Stacey had been sleeping in. The door was wide open and Jessica couldn't believe the state of it! She was going to have to have a few more words with that little scrubber! Stacey, however, was not in evidence. Jessica continued into the kitchen. She wasn't going to have breakfast - she wasn't going to ruin the figure she'd spent so much time perfecting in the gym! Jessica had managed to get her body firm and tight in all the right places, giving her pretty but slightly athletic build. She'd have a sandwich or something at work later anyway. She saw Stacey sitting in her kitchen, still in her nightclothes - an oversized T-shirt with the words 'Fuck You' written in bold lettering on it. Jessica felt that pretty much summed the young tart up perfectly. Stacey was eating a bowl of cereal and had left cereal all over the kitchen counter, as well as cupboard doors half open. "Must you make a mess everywhere you go?" She asked the young girl. "Not my house." Stacey replied, halfway through a mouthful of cereal. Jessica sniffed the air. "Have you been smoking in here?" "Just one - I have to have one to get up, otherwise I'm fucked." Such a charming girl, thought Jessica. "Your mother told me you have to be at school by 8.30 - it's ten to 8 now!" said Jessica. "What? Fuck that. I'm going to Alana's house in a bit." "Certainly not. I promised your mother --" Started Jessica. "Are you my mom's bitch or something? You don't have to do everything people tell you to!" Stacey shouted. "No, but YOU have to do what I tell you to!" Jessica shouted back. "Fuck you, bitch - you're not my Mom!" "Thank God, but I'm the adult and you're the child. I'm bigger and smarter - that's just how life works. Get used to it!" Jessica grabbed Stacey's arm and wrenched her off the seat, pulling her out of the kitchen to the room where all her stuff was strewn about. "And when you get back from school, tidy all this junk up. My home is not a rubbish dump." Jessica scolded. "Fuck's sake, I'm not 10 years old you know!" Stacey screamed before slamming the door shut. Jessica stood wondering if the little bitch was going to come out or if this was one of those tantrums that those kinds of girls threw when they couldn't accept the way life is. A few minutes later Stacey threw the door open - answering Jessica's question. She had a school uniform on - untidy though it was. Her skirt was extremely short, showing off the young Goth's pale bare, slightly skinny legs. Her shirt was slightly too tight - the school tie she wore was loosely tied - the knot being below the small amount of cleavage revealed by the top couple of buttons being undone on her shirt. Stacey's make-up was laid on thick - her face was pale white witch dark red lipstick and the usual thick eye shadow and mascara. She'd also pulled her jet-black hair back and tied it. Jessica had to admit to herself that Stacey's hair was actually quite nice - it certainly had a nice shine to it and also brushed pretty well - there wasn't a single hair out of place. It just proved to her that if trampy little slappers like that actually made an effort they could be halfway respectable. "What are you staring at now? Do you fancy me or somethin'?" Stacey scowled. "Grow up." Responded Jessica, before marching the 14 year old out of her apartment - she didn't want to chance leaving her in there! Just outside the door she stopped and turned to the young girl. "What?" Came the response. Jessica continued to stare. Stacey quickly caught on to what Jessica was doing. "Yes, I am wearing panties today. Happy?" Stacey asked, sarcastically. "I'm ecstatic." Jessica returned the sarcasm, while shutting and locking her front door. The ride to school was quiet. Rather than talk, Stacey sized the older woman up. She was disappointed that the spell hadn't worked. It had been a long shot, after all. What were the odds of Jessica filling the crucial requirement anyhow? She looked over at the larger woman. 'If she didn't dress like an old lady, the odds would be nil', she thought. Stacey couldn't stand the smug superior attitude of her oppressor. If only the spell had worked, she would have wiped that look off of Jessica's face. Stacey imagined being the bigger one; forcing her will on a helpless Jessica. She was still pissed at the way the stuck-up bitch ordered her around, and the thought of a reversal was exciting. Jessica was relieved when the little tart got out. She stayed at the curb until Stacey passed the monitor and entered the school building. It was an uneventful drive to work and she arrived in short order. The calm drive was a sharp contrast to the chaos she faced at work. Secretaries and lower staff members were all a buzz over the hacked data. Jessica immediately took command and got them oriented. They had to categorize all paperwork from the point the back up had been secured to the present. Although the back up was only one day old, a corporation of this size generated a lot of numbers. Fortunately it was just one division and could be handled by her department. If things went according to plan they could be done in about four hours. "I guess it's time to face the freaks." She spoke, addressing the empty office. Straightening her outfit, she took a deep breath and set out. The elevator ride was short, but she was transported to a different world. Here is where the lifeblood of the corporation flowed thickest. The people down here lived and breathed information. Storage, transmission, protection, you name it; it's here. There were no powerful clients to impress, so the d?cor was far removed from the superior quality she was used to. Jessica entered their lair. She was pleased to see that they were more organized down here. Apparently being systematic was a common trait among these types. They were so involved they didn't even notice her presence. Jessica took them in a bit before calling attention to herself. Was there a requirement for this job that you had to be strange? The group before her was divided into two types, though they intermingled. The first types were the stereotypical geeks, who were either skinny or quite obese. Glasses seemed to be another distinguishing feature found in them. The second types were the freaks. These beings tended to have wild dyed hair and wardrobes similar to that of Stacey. Metal objects scattered about the anatomy were common features. They had one thing in common; she despised them all. The lazy sots were an embarrassment. At least Jessica thought they were lazy, as she had no real idea of what work they actually did. All Jessica saw was how they looked, like freaks! No wonder they were hidden down here. She cleared her throat. "How's it going?" The sudden interruption startled the group. When they realized a member of management had arrived they scrambled to attention. Jenkins, a wiry fellow, spoke up. "Oh, we're doing great", he paused to push up his glasses. "Kelly and Mathews figured out how they got in and fixed that already. The system is up and running. We can take in the data lost as soon as your people double check it so it's verified." Jessica felt a little out of the loop. She had hoped to be the one to set the plan in motion. She wanted to be the one to receive the credit after all. "Have them be careful so we don't have any discrepancies." Jenkins warned. Anger flared up inside her, how dared he talk to me in such a tone. She was the one here to give orders. Jessica pounced on the little man determined to put him in his place. He shrank back under her tirade. Satisfied, he had been dealt with, she laid out her plan for the rest of the work required. "Um?" Jenkins stammered. "We can't do that." Jessica smiled at the uncertainty of the techie. "Why, aren't your people capable?" "No, it's not that? We um, can't do it like you want" "And why's that?" She asked her smile fading as agitation once again took hold. "It would corrupt the data." Jenkins actually managed a weak smile after proving miss high and mighty didn't know everything. Jessica couldn't believe she had made such a stupid mistake. She retained her composure, determined to stay in control. After a moments thought, she gave them new directions. "We can't do that either." Jenkins's voice was even more confident this time. "That is outside the fields" The techies were all smiling now, as they enjoyed the show. Jessica was used to being in control. Having them openly laugh at her brought back her childhood insecurities. Suddenly she felt small. "Well, just do what you can!" She blurted, eager to leave. Jessica retreated down the hall. Behind her she could hear their joyous voices, no doubt at her expense. She was glad when she returned to the safety of her own department. Her distress must have still been evident as it caught the attention of one of her co-workers. "Are you ok?" The older woman asked, noticing her uncommonly disheveled appearance. "I'm fine really," Jessica tried to look calm and collected. "It's been a busy day; you know how hard it is to get these people motivated." The woman nodded, but didn't seem convinced. "Well, try to keep it together. We have an image to uphold." Stacey was hard at work trying to look as disinterested as possible. She had barely made it to class on time and drew an angry glare from the teacher. "At least that went well', she smiled inwardly. Reactions like that only reinforced her image. Stacey vowed to be even later for her next class. The day dragged on as usual, Stacey sat in her chair bored stiff. Feeling uncomfortable she shifted position in her chair. Her discomfort remained, however, and she gave a loosening tug to her bra. She made no effort to conceal the action and received another dirty look from the teacher. Stacey returned the look, slipping into a disrespectful slouch as she did so. This only made her bra dig in worse, and she was forced to sit upright again. She reached up and noticed something that sent a chill through her spine. ?I'm bigger' she realized. Stacey began to surreptitiously explore her newly enlarged assets. The groping exploration of the Goth did not go unnoticed; in fact it was the subject of several of the boys' dreams that night. Her body began to get aroused by her ministrations. Suddenly an important fact came to her. The spell was working! Stuffy bitch must actually be a virgin! She could hardly believe it; but the restriction of her clothes only confirmed the fact. An evil grin crossed her face as she realized the power she now possessed. Stacey looked down at the plain ring that adorned her finger. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad weekend after all? Jessica felt like a fifth wheel. The others were handling everything. She looked at her watch; it was 12:00p.m. She had a couple of hours to kill while the data was entered. Figuring she had to do something, she decided to use the executive gym. It was one of the perks that went with her status. She used it often. As usual, the place was fairly deserted. Jessica went to her locker and took out her workout clothes. In no time she was dressed and ready to go. She started her warm-up routine. Her body seemed especially limber today. Jessica decided to start on the treadmill. A few buttons and the machine was up and running. She enjoyed the easy pace, her body smooth and steady. It wasn't long and a blister started to form on her right heel. Jessica shut the machine down and took off her shoe. It slid off easily?too easily. "Damn imported shoes!" She cursed. Jessica slipped the offending shoe back on and tried to tighten it sufficiently to stop the blistering. It was no use; the leather had stretched out too much. With running out of the question, Jessica went to the Nautilus resistance machine. There she was surprised to find her performance was a little to be desired. Her usual weight settings were proving too much for her today. She left the machine and went to one of the many-mirrored walls. Indeed her arms looked thinner. A physical examination confirmed what she saw. Her fingers probed the muscles of her arms. They were definitely softer. The changes didn't end there. Jessica noted how loose her shorts and top were. She had always prided herself on staying thin. Perhaps she had been trying too hard. Jessica couldn't remember when she had last eaten a breakfast. Her hands went to her breasts. She could feel how much looser the normally snug fabric had become. A stab of fear hit her at the painful memories that brought back. Jessica had to know how much she had lost. Abandoning her workout, she went into the shower room. In the corner stood a doctor's scale. Jessica weighed herself, 118 lbs. She had lost eleven pounds! She immediately regretted skipping lunch. Stacey waited for the locker room to clear before she examined her reflection. She couldn't risk being seen actually showing interest in something. Her first impression was that she looked older. This image was accentuated by the extremely tight fit of her clothes. She had deliberately worn them snug this morning, but this was something else. Her tight shirt was now straining it's buttons. The shirt it'self no longer reached her skirt, giving a tempting glimpse at her tummy. Stacey turned her attention to the short skirt. Whereas it had been suggestive before, it now bordered on the obscene. A peek of her buttocks was just visible beneath. The pleats themselves seamed to hug the fuller cheeks. She seriously doubted she could get away with wearing it the rest of the day. Taking advantage of the empty room, Stacey rummaged through the lockers for better fitting items. The girls who previously owned them were in for a surprise; she really didn't give a fuck though. She found a shirt that fit with the normal snugness she preferred. The skirts she had to choose from were all too loose for her tastes. She eventually settled on the smallest one she could find. There was just something naughty about wearing other girl's clothes. She gave her outfit a final inspection. Stacey realized she wasn't as developed as Jessica was but the improvement was astonishing. She wasn't as developed yet. The ring she wore appeared to warm at her thoughts? Jessica showered quickly, and began to dress. Hopefully everything was going smoothly. She scolded herself for leaving her post like that. Damn, if only she hadn't let the incident with the techies get to her. Jessica slipped on her bra, her brow creased at the looseness of the cups. 'Of all the places to lose weight', she thought. She slipped on her skirt, again noticing the extra room. Jessica fidgeted, uncomfortable with the sudden changes. Bracing herself she took in her reflection. Her hair was simply awful; the styling spray had washed out in the shower leaving her hair looking wild. She tried to put it up in a bun and failed. It was as if her hair was too short to comply. Out of desperation she pulled it back in a ponytail. It made her look a little better anyway. Mr. McShane was in his office when Jessica came to deliver her report. The secretary waived her by. She was surprised to hear laughter from within. Jessica was further surprised to see Jenkins and McShane laughing, apparently over some jest by the techie. McShane's mirth faded as he saw Jessica enter. "Sit down Jessica." He instructed, motioning to a chair. Jenkins quit laughing as well, though a certain light danced in his eyes. He nodded to her and gave a somewhat less formal greeting than before. "Hello again Jessica." Jenkins' voice was calm and reassured. Jessica decided to go on the initiative. "Here are the reports on the data restore." McShane didn't move to take the papers. He treated her with a disappointed and angry look instead. "I've already seen them, Jenkins dropped them off almost a half an hour ago when he was unable to find you." He admonished. McShane shifted his attention to Jenkins, his features softening. "Thanks Jenkins good job, I won't forget it." McShane extended his hand in appreciation. "Why don't you head on home, you earned it." Jenkins shook the boss's hand and turned to leave. His Face was full of himself as he nodded good day to a sullen Jessica. McShane reamed Her good. Jessica had never been reprimanded in such a manner before. She had to struggle not to cry. He even made comments on her unprofessional appearance. Finally in disgust he dismissed her. "Don't worry, we won't bother you Monday," he added as she skulked out the door. She tried to maintain her composure as she left. By the time she got to her car she had consoled herself with thoughts of Carl. The mere mention of his name brought to mind pleasant memories of his strong manly body and caring demeanor. Jessica had time to make it to the hairdresser before she picked up Stacey from school. The place was pretty crowded and Margaret was nowhere in sight. Worry creased her brow. Margaret was the only competent stylist there in her opinion. Jessica caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of the many mirrors. The dull scraggly strands were unacceptable. She wanted to be perfect for Carl tonight. After some serious effort, Jessica managed to secure a chair. She was a preferred customer after all and deserved a spot in front of the riff-raff. Walking proudly past those that had been there first she took her seat. Jessica ignored the angry looks; there was no one important there anyway. "So, what do you want?" Came a disinterested voice from behind. Jessica looked up into the mirror to identify the voice and caught her breath. 'There must be some mistake' she thought. The hairdresser must have been some sort of punk. Her hair was tinged blue and she had a ring in her nose. The garish outfit she wore looked like it belonged on a streetwalker. There was no way she was going to let this thing touch her hair! Jessica called over the manager and complained. "I'm sorry Miss Montague-Jones," the manager apologized. "Audrey here is the only one open right now," then added. "She's very good, and might I add we moved you in front of two others as a favor." Jessica could see the manager was giving her "Take it or leave it" option. Since she really didn't have any other choice she relented. The harried manager seemed relieved that the matter was settled and left the two alone. "So, what do you want?" Repeated the hairdresser, her voice now more agitated than disinterested. "My hair is normally silky and smooth" she fingered a few strands as she informed the woman. "I woke up this morning and it was like this." Audrey nodded and pretended to listen to Jessica's explanation. She knew better, however. Hair only got this way through serious neglect, and poor genes. These stuck up business types blew all their energy on their careers. If they'd just relax a little and get laid there'd be no problem. Audrey suggested a new treatment they had just received. Jessica at this point was willing to try anything. The hairdresser had her head on the padded sink and was rubbing the treatment in. The combination of warm water, sweet smelling perfume, and especially the soft kneading motion was extremely relaxing. Jessica started to drift off. The sound of concerned voices pulled her out of her slumber. "I don't know what happened?" Audrey's voice was defensive. "You should know," The manager countered. "You were the one working on her!" "All I did was use some of that new stuff!" She motioned to the bottles by the sink. "How was I supposed to know it would do that?" Audrey jerked a thumb towards Jessica. Jessica's eyes widened as she realized she was the cause of concern. She swiveled her head towards the mirror. Her hair was a mess! It looked like she had swum in the ocean then went for a motorcycle ride. She reached up and touched it. The hair felt coarse and dry. "Don't worry Miss Montague-Jones," Stammered the suddenly humble manager. "We'll do our best to fix it." Jessica was almost too horrified to speak. Almost. Her rage began to build as she grasped the enormity of the situation. Tonight of all nights, this has to be? What with Carl coming over and all, it's so unfair. Jessica's anger cowed the increasingly apologetic staff. While she would have liked to chew them out further, Jessica realized she was pressed for time. She plopped back in her chair. "Do what you can!" Forty-five minutes later a pissed off Montague-Jones left the Hairdresser. They had soaked her hair in conditioners and used a straightening gel. The results were far from satisfactory. While it wasn't as dry, her hair still felt course and refused to lie properly. To make matters worse, the solutions darkened her hair several shades. She vowed never to return to those butchers. Jessica had just enough time to get to Stacey's school. Her car was a couple blocks away and she walked briskly. Her rapid pace caused her loose skirt to settle a little lower on her hips. Jessica was in too much of a hurry to notice. She climbed into her Jaguar, and cursed when she had to move the seat up a notch. She must have bumped it somehow getting out. Jessica took a glance at her hair in the rearview mirror. She had to edge it downward a little for a better look. Although it was a mess, the darker shade did make her face appear more youthful? She guessed that was something good to come out of what had otherwise been one hell of a day! She sighed, taking a few moments to compose her and get a grip. The day had been a hellish blur - but at least tonight would be different. She just had one problem - what was she going to do about Stacey? She didn't really want her lurking around the house while she entertained Carl... That could be embarrassing - and the last thing she needed after the kind of day she'd had! Jessica decided she'd have to think of something, before she glanced at her watch and realized she'd better pick that little tramp up - despite how tempting it was for her to just leave her. She reached for her key and started the ignition; briefly noticing it was harder for her to turn than usual, before shifting into gear - which proved to similarly difficult. "You'd better start stepping up the workout sessions, girl!" She said to herself - she hadn't struggled with anything like this for a couple of years now - not since her gym sessions. Stacey made her way out of the gate from the school, along with a few new male admirers she'd managed to acquire throughout the day - though they were following at a cautious distance! She hadn't managed to take another look in the mirror and see how she'd changed, but the draft she felt across her bare legs and the tightness around her behind and chest suggested she'd gotten a bit bigger again! She smiled as she saw a guy chatting to his girlfriend suddenly take a double look at her - not much to the amusement of his girlfriend though! Stacey spotted the dark green Jaguar belonging to Jessica, parked at the end of the small road that led to the school. She could see that Jessica had the vanity mirror down and was doing something to her face. Stacey figured that they must have exchanged a couple of years - the process was fairly gradual after all. At least, that was her understanding from the book anyway. She reasoned that Jessica wouldn't look very different. She walked up and pulled open the door and got in. Jessica was startled, whirling round in her seat. "Hey, what the --" She started, at first not recognizing the girl that had gotten into the car. Stacey found herself similarly startled - also wondering momentarily if she'd gotten into the wrong car! Jessica looked quite different to what she'd expected - she looked visibly thinner, not like someone who worked out at the gym. She still had the figure of an adult woman, but she was now very slim! Her clothes looked a bit loose on her, particularly around the chest - this morning Jessica had been pushing that blouse right out, now the two undone buttons revealed a bit of space between the material and her breasts. Her bust appeared to have reduced to a size that could have, at best, been described as average for an adult woman. Her skin also looked paler... and her dull hair looked almost brown now rather than blonde! Jessica found herself noticing differences in Stacey also - the young Goth was wearing much smaller and tighter fitting clothes! She found herself surprised at the difference it made to her appearance. Stacey's body appeared to be displaying a maturity that Jessica hadn't noticed before. Her bare legs looked fuller than they had before, more shapely and feminine with a hint of muscle tone too - like she'd been working out a bit! She guessed she hadn't noticed before due to the fact that the little slut was now wearing a much shorter skirt. She could see the young girl's panties! Her shirt looked similarly too small - Jessica noticed Stacey was now wearing a sports shirt, rather than the uniform one she'd been wearing earlier. Obviously the school had no sense of discipline - how typical! The shirt revealed a little tease of flesh between it and the top of the girl's skirt. The biggest surprise for Jessica was Stacey's chest! She could have sworn that she'd only had the budding breasts of an average teen that age, but in that shirt she appeared to have a rather full bust! Her young breasts were pushing at the fabric of the shirt, the top two buttons of which were now undone showing a tease of her cleavage! Jessica noticed Stacey glaring at her. The young Goth's face also looked slightly different - she put it down to the makeup. No doubt the little tart's makeup needed renewing every few hours and she'd obviously borrowed someone else's - probably a fellow tart's. It did make her look slightly more mature though. She was still undoubtedly a young teen, but there was a hint of cuteness now to her looks. Jessica felt that she was looking almost pretty! What a shame she was too trashy to make the most of that! She also noticed the young Goth's hair was looking lovely and silky - much to her own annoyance - and seemed to be more of a dark brown than the black she thought it was. "Are you just going to fucking stare at me?" Stacey suddenly snapped. "Uh. Sorry..." Apologized Jessica - she was starting to feel a bit intimidated by Stacey's appearance... she wasn't sure why. In fact, the more she thought about it - the more stupid it seemed feeling that way about someone who was nothing more than a child! "I didn't realize that you could look like any more of a scrubber..." She added, trying to reinforce her air of authority on the young girl. She didn't feel quite as big as she thought she would though. Stacey was tempted to retort with 'what's the matter? Not getting any?' but grinned to herself as she realized she already knew the answer to that! She watched as the snob started her car and pulled out. She wondered what could have caused her to diminish so apparently in such a short space of time. They could only have exchanged 2 or 3 years at most, yet she was visibly smaller! She guessed that Jessica must have spent the last few years really working on her appearance - she couldn't wait to see what she was like with all that work stripped away! Stacey folded her arms over her rather more substantial chest and smiled wickedly. This was going to be sweet! Jessica tried to take her mind off of Stacey throughout the journey home but found it hard with her sitting right next to her! The fact that she'd had such a bad day didn't help much either. She guessed having a nice long shower and relaxing for a while before her big date tonight would help take all her troubles away. Well, most of them. She still had to put up with Stacey! There was no way Jessica was going to have her hanging around while Carl was there... She glanced at the girl in question - she couldn't get over the difference a change of clothes and makeup made! Maybe she'd have to consider revising her wardrobe a bit too... after all, she thought, if it can make a grungy little madam like Stacey look almost pretty, just imagine what it could do for a beauty like her! Which reminded her - she'd have to have something to eat! She'd obviously overdone the dieting lately! Jessica pulled the Jaguar into her parking space. Living in an apartment meant she had to park in a private car park underground. As soon as she shut the engine off, she threw the door open and leapt out - almost too eagerly! She stumbled a bit, having misjudged the distance to the ground! Jessica totted - today had worn her out so much, she was losing her balance! She closed the door and then noticed Stacey was still sitting in her car. "Ahem..." She coughed, hinting at the young Goth. Stacey took the hint and opened the door, climbing out and standing up. Jessica received another shock. She could have sworn that Stacey had been about 5 foot 2, if that - yet she now looked taller than that - more like 5 foot 6! Jessica glanced at Stacey's feet - she was just wearing regular trainers (which Stacey had also stolen). Stacey put her hands on her hips. "Now what?" She asked - of course, she knew what the problem was! "Uh... nothing..." Jessica said, sounding unsure. Stacey slammed the door shut on Jessica's Jag. "Can we get something to eat, for fuck's sake? I'm starving!" She moaned. Jessica had to agree - she could do with some food too. Back in her apartment, Jessica pulled open her cupboards. There wasn't much at all, but Stacey wasn't waiting for Jessica - she'd already found some junk food somewhere and began eating it in front of Jessica. "Hey! That's mine! I was saving that!" Jessica wailed, realizing she was sounding a bit childish. Stacey grinned. "Hey sorry, but I need food! I don't want to end up skinny like you!" She teased. Jessica frowned. What did she mean by that? So she'd lost a bit of weight this past week... big deal! Deciding to ignore the young teen's comments, the older woman went into her refrigerator to see what she could put into a sandwich. As much as it pained Jessica, she had to agree with Stacey in that she was getting a bit too thin. She wouldn't have said she was skinny though. She hadn't been skinny since she was a teen! Jessica made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a quick snack before her shower. She misjudged the jelly, though and put too much on. Rather than scrape off the excess, Jessica gave a shrug and ate it anyway. Biting into the overloaded sandwich caused small amounts of jelly to ooze out. Oblivious of her actions Jessica wiped her sticky fingers on the fabric of her specially tailored skirt. Stacey had to stifle a laugh as she watched the woman leave telltale purple streaks on her clothing. She had moved to the kitchen table to eat and observe Jessica, though "Jessie" seemed more accurate at the moment. Stacey crossed her legs and observed the changes in behavior. Jessie had abandoned the slow graceful walk that she had perfected over the years. The rapid gait she had adopted recently held far less sophistication. The chips she had been munching on began to lose their appeal. Stacey put them back in the cupboard and selected some yogurt instead. She couldn't help grinning as she passed Jessie. Their height difference was much reduced from their first meeting. Jessica hadn't paid any attention to the girl as she passed by. Her mind was on finishing her snack so that she could prepare for her date. Jessica actually caught herself gulping her milk. 'Slow down girl', she thought. Stacey couldn't believe former miss stuffy bitch was actually gulping down milk! She shifted her position, sitting up straighter. This was too good to miss! 'I wonder how far it will go' she thought. Jessica realized it was getting late and she hadn't even started to get ready yet. She left Stacey to her own devices and went upstairs to shower. "Damn it!" She shouted, as she tripped over her nightclothes. "What the hell are these doing here? She scooped up the garments she had dropped before, and threw them into the hamper. Jessica then stepped out of her shoes and tossed them into the closet. Her conservative skirt slid down effortlessly. Jessica then unbuttoned her blouse; it seemed rather loose to her trained eye. Her bra was disconcertingly slack as well. Starting to fidget, she quickly thumbed down her panties and dashed into the shower. The hot spray felt exquisite. For several minutes Jessica did nothing but stand under the invigorating stream of water. She picked up the shampoo and began to lather her hair. Even wet her hair felt scraggly. "Damn those butchers!" She cursed, choosing to ignore the state of her locks before going to the hairdressers. Jessica rinsed off the shampoo and applied some conditioner. While that was soaking, she turned her attention to her body. The soft natural sponge felt like gentle caresses on her skin. Slowly she worked her way along her arm until she reached the area where it met her breast. The sensitive skin of her breast came alive with the contact. Jessica inhaled sharply as the sensation hit home. Her hand worked it's way forward, the sponge leaving a trail of suds. Her erect nipples awaited her touch. Jessica imagined she was with Carl, entwined in a lovers embrace. How long she waited for such a man to have her. Jessica's sex cried for attention down below. She happily obliged, not that she had much choice at that point. After the thorough shower, the trying details of her day seemed faint and distant. Jessica toweled herself dry in that magical area of the bathroom, the spot where the cool air mixed with the heat radiating from the shower. It always reminded her of spring battling it out with winter. She smiled at her familiar childhood memory. She wrapped a towel around her head and went to her dresser to pick out some lingerie. She had been saving the sexy black garments for a special occasion. Jessica remembered how naughty it felt trying on the tight skimpy garments in the store. She let out a giggle at the thought of the effect they would have on Carl. Jessica bent at the waist and stepped into the panties. She slowly slid the sensuous fabric upward, awaiting the snug grip as they formed around her ass. It didn't come. Jessica stood there in shock as she held the slightly loose waistband. Stacey's comment came to mind. "I don't want to end up skinny like you," The words echoed in her head. Clad only in the ill-fitting panties, Jessica hurried over to the dressing mirror. Her face reflected the worry she felt. She didn't see that though. Her gaze was directed elsewhere. "Oh my God!" She cried. How could she have lost so much weight so fast! The loose fabric made her ass look positively skinny. Her legs appeared much less shapely too! Jessica's attention turned to her breasts. One arm had been draped across them defensively at her alarm. Their reassuring weight seemed somehow absent. Her dread curiosity outweighing her fear, Jessica removed her arm. "Oh my God!" Repeated the stunned woman. Her sudden weight loss had affected her breasts more than she had realized. The firm mounds were no longer the full C that she had been so proud of. At best they appeared to be barely in the B cup range. 'How could I have let this happen', she thought. It must be that her metabolism was changing. 'That must be it' she rationalized. She hadn't really changed her habit's. Still... Carl was coming and she had no time to ponder the "whys". She had to make do for now. Jessica broke herself away from the mirror and went back to her dresser. Reaching back into the drawer, she found one of the Wonder Bras she had worn before when she had needed a little "extra". Checking herself in the mirror again, she realized her bust looked to be almost back to it's former glor