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My Internet buddy Greinskyn again allowed me to take a story he started and run with it a bit. My thanks to him for his permission and indulgence. My thanks also to Max for his suggestions and help. Dan in rainy Los Angeles [email protected] CASSIDY The ringing doorbell finally ended Rosa's torment. A day spent waiting for her friend Cassidy to come over. She was unable to enjoy her favorite T.V. show or even taste supper... nothing to do but wait. The reason for the petite girl's excitement was twofold. First, Rosa's Madre rarely allowed her to have sleepovers. Second, and most important was the small charm in her pocket... Rosa had been walking around the market the day before. It was one of her favorite summer pastimes. Almost every Saturday you could find her strolling through the isles looking at all the mysterious wares being hawked by equally mysterious vendors. Over the years cheap new imported goods had replaced many of the traditional displays. If one looked hard enough though, you could still find one that contained something special. Rosa found just such a place. She knew she had hit pay dirt the moment she entered the stall. It was the smell, the light, the.... feel. Whereas most displays were filled with bright gaudy plastic, this one was dark and musty. It smelled of age and time. The proprietor was equally old and musty. Rosa caught her breath at first sight of the woman. The hunched figure could have been anywhere from eighty to a thousand years old. The faded rags she wore didn't look much younger. Rosa tried to hide her shock and greeted the woman respectfully, just as her Madre instructed. The old woman smiled broadly at the manners displayed; a rare thing these days. Her crooked teeth made the gesture more disturbing than kindly. "My what a little darlin' ye are! And polite too!" Rosa winced at the 'little' comment. She was often referred to as little or cute, or worst of all... adorable. At seventeen these weren't compliments, they were taunts. Reminders of how undeveloped she was. Rosa looked away from the gentle faded eyes of the old woman, and did her usual appraisal. The view down was barely hampered by the smallest of swellings on her chest. The puberty fairy seemed to have overlooked Rosa entirely. The absence of curves was accentuated by her lack of height... 4' 11" precisely. Though seventeen she could be (and had been) confused with a twelve or thirteen year old. "Lookin' for somethin' special are we?" The old woman's brogue shook Rosa out of her sad reverie. "No Ma'am nothing special. I'm just looking, thanks." Rosa forced a smile onto her thin lips. "Ah, but there must be somethin' you be needin', else you wouldn't be 'ere." The old woman's voice trailed off as her gaze became dreamy. Rosa was about to disagree when the old woman's eyes flashed suddenly... and quite literally. She took a step back in a mixture of fear and apprehension. 'Whoa! What the hell was that!' her mind raced, trying to comprehend what she had just seen. 'It must've been the light or something'. Somehow Rosa didn't believe her explanation though. "Ahhhhh! Little lass, I see your desire!" The old woman smiled in satisfaction, obviously confident in her prognosis. 'My desire? What the hell is she talking about? Is this some sort of weird sales pitch?' Rosa asked herself. "Yes, your desire Lassie! Only folk that are searchin' for somethin' enter 'ere." The old woman stood a little straighter, spreading her arms. "Tis a special place, ye know." Rosa had had enough. She backed away slowly from the crazy woman, this bruja. As soon as she figured she was out of reach, Rosa turned and ran. Without a care of who might be on the other side of the curtain she burst through the opening... and found herself face to face with the old woman! 'What the...?' she wondered briefly before turning and running out again.... only to find herself back in the tent once more. "Easy little lass, I told ye... folk only come in 'ere when they be searchin' for somethin'. Won't do no good tryin' ta leave before ya find it!" Her deeply winkled face wrinkled even more from the broad smile on her face. Rosa couldn't resist taking a peek through the tent flap. Instead of the bustling crowd of marketers, she saw the inside of the tent... the very tent that lie behind her! Even more disconcerting, the old woman winked back at her. With a gasp Rosa let the flap go and stood ramrod straight. "Come on o'er 'ere child. Ole Mattie aint gonna bite ya!" Rosa, her heart pounding wildly, turned to face old Mattie. Somehow she just 'knew' no harm would come to her. Slowly the distance between the two closed as she approached the woman once more. "I knows what cha be wantin'. Ole Mattie can 'elp too." The old woman's eyes dipped momentarily to Rosa's chest as she said this. "Just you wait 'ere, now." Mattie turned and went far into the back of the tent. Rosa just stood there watching, her limbs numb with excitement. The old woman seemed to be gone for ages, but, it was probably only a minute or two. Finally Rosa heard the scuffling of feet grow louder, and before she knew it Mattie was standing in front of her. The ever-smiling figure held out her hand. When Rosa failed to take the shiny token, Mattie herself reached out and guided the girl's hand to claim it. Rosa looked at her hand. In its grasp was a small silver charm. Despite the obvious antiquity of the thing it shined bright.... strange given the dim interior... She slowly brought her hand closer to inspect it in detail. The surface was intricately engraved. The depth and detail of the engravings suggested the work of masters. Surely this was a valuable piece of jewelry. Whatever Mattie wanted for it would surely be too much! "I know what you're tinkin' luv. It be a grand fortune me wants fer it. Don't fret none child. Tis a gift. In order ta receive you 'ave ta give. I be paid in my own way. As will ye. Remember dat sayin', tis the secret to that charm ye be 'oldin' In order ta receive you 'ave ta give And ye kant be doing harm to no-one." As Rosa heard the words Mattie spoke, she noticed a pattern in the intricate engraving. Certainly it must've been her imagination, but, it looked like two women. One bore a striking resemblance to herself, while the other... She looked up to ask Old Mattie about the charm. The old woman wasn't there. In fact the whole tent wasn't there! Rosa found herself standing in one of the crowded aisles outside in the sun. Squinting her eyes she looked for any sign of the old woman or her tent. Nothing remained... "Cassie!" Rosa squealed; leaping into her friend's surprised arms. The bigger girl easily caught her small counterpart, though the impact still drove her back a couple steps. "Ro... Rosie, good to see you too!" Cassidy replied, after overcoming the shock. The two girls locked eyes for a moment. A task made easier now that Rosa hung from her friend. If standing, the tiny Rosa would've had to crane upwards to meet 5'10" tall Cassidy's eyes. That was only one difference between the two... one of many. "Um... Rosie. You can climb off me now." Rosa flushed. "Oops! Sorry!" As the small girl dismounted, a smile again came to Cassidy's lips. "Hey, no problem. I was just worried you mistook me for a set of uneven bars!" A shadow passed over Rosa's face at the reference to gymnastics. The expression was fleeting, however, and escaped Cassidy's attention. Rosa too, quickly moved on. After all, how could she be upset when her longtime friend finally got to sleepover? Rosa's Madre heard the commotion and came out to greet their guest. Maria was a hearty woman, full of life and energy. She nearly burst from the kitchen while wringing her hands on her apron. A big hug followed. Though considerably taller than her daughter, she too was dwarfed by the tall girl. After the introductions Maria sent the girls off to Rosa's room snacks in hand. Sodas for both; yummy Coke for Cassidy, diet for Rosa (gymnasts need to watch their weight). The petite girl looked with envy at the Oreos in her friend's hands... then at the pathetic rice cake in her own. She sighed deeply before dumping the tasteless disc into the trash. Cassidy heard the 'thunk' and smiled sympathetically. "Here ya go!" she laughed, tossing three of her cookies to her friend. The cookies were accepted happily. Rosa's quick reflexes allowed her to snatch the flying treats from the air without effort. Soon the two close companions were giggling and snacking away. After consuming the contraband Oreos, Rosa checked her teeth and face for telltale signs. A few black flecks on her thin lips needed to be removed. She then turned her attention to her t-shirt and shorts. Rogue crumbs had found their way there as well. Rosa brushed them away. The action highlighted her small underdeveloped breasts... or rather, the lack of breasts. Her heart sank. Discretely she checked out Cassidy in the mirror. The beautiful girl was everything she wasn't. Actually girl didn't do her friend justice. Even at seventeen woman better described the beauty. Besides being tall, Cassidy possessed curves that stopped many a man in their tracks. She could easily enter a bar without being carded. The only give-away of her true age would be the innocence in her smile. Not that any bouncer would notice that, they would be too enamored by her other 'assets'. What assets they were! Rosa sighed again as she unconsciously placed her hands onto her own tiny bumps; they couldn't even be called breasts. Cassidy... now she had breasts... real breasts... huge breasts! The little girl continued to watch her friend in the mirror. Cassidy had gotten off the bed and was now looking at the rows of trophies and ribbons that Rosa had won over the years. She knew exactly what the pretty blond was thinking. Cassidy, unlike Rosa, LOVED gymnastics... In fact that was how they met eight years ago. Two cute little girls in leotards. The shy Rosa had been paired at random with the outgoing Cassidy. They hit it off immediately and soon became best friends. For several years the girls competed together. Rosa was by far the more gifted of the two. The gift of talent but wasted on Rosa. Gymnastics came easily to Rosa, but it was just fun and games. The fire, drive and competitive spirit, that separates champions from pretenders and wannabe's, was missing in Rosa. Oh, Rosa enjoyed Gymnastics, but more for being with her friends, especially Cassidy. Her coach's told her again and again, that she needed to focus, but the passion was just not there. For all her parent's encouragement and hopes for her, Rosa just did not have it in herself to channel that talent into all she could be in sport. What she did love and live for was science. Rosa loved her Chemistry class and even the advanced math she qualified for. Solving the equations and unlocking the mysteries of nature, intrigued her. And her cute, but shy lab partner, Dan, was another plus. Unfortunately, Dan was way too shy and Rosa was convinced that her skinny appearance did not attract him anyway. What was ironic, is that her bestest buddy, Cassidy, loved sport, competition and gymnastics. She loved the meets and the challenges. But Cassidy was nowhere near the talent that Rosa was. If Rosa worked for one hour and mastered the routine, then Cassidy had to work 3 hours and still not be close to what came so easily and naturally to Rosa. The gift had passed by Cassidy, and landed with Rosa. The coaches whispered to each other, if you could combine Rosa's talent with Cassidy's passion, you would have another Mary Lou or Kathy Rigby. Now in High School, Rosa could win any event, most any week, with minimal effort, but she just did not feel magic or passion. Cassidy could only look on with envy, remember how she had to give up competition, when it happened. Puberty. It struck Cassidy with a vengeance at thirteen. She grew three inches that year. She grew in other ways as well. Adult curves soon distended the fit of her leotards, which had to be replaced with a frustrating regularity. Among those changes was a set of breasts. In mere months Cassidy's small swellings had grown and blossomed. Midway through her thirteenth year she sported breasts that any senior would be jealous of... heck most women... It didn't end there. She kept growing... This of course had a disastrous effect on her performance. Her performance was almost all will power to begin with. Her growing and changing body betrayed her, once and for all. Her body was simply too big. Cassidy struggled with an almost obsessive fervor, to no avail. She couldn't compensate for her body's development. Her center of gravity kept changing. Finally the day came when, in the midst of a routine, her overstressed leotard gave way. The loud rip echoed through the gymnasium. All eyes turned to the red faced Cassidy trying in vain to cover her burgeoning breasts... exposed by the failed suit. That night, all of 14 years old, Cassidy refused to allow herself to be comforted by Rosa, (who was jealous in a strange way), her parents and coaches. Her shame at being exposed and feeling like a huge cow with giant udders made her cry to the heavens and ask why? Alone in her room, in bed with the light off, Cassidy reached up and cupped her already 34D bust, and cried a river of tears into her pillow. She never competed again. That had been three years ago, when they were freshmen. Rosa of course had immediately wanted out as well. Her Madre would have none of it, however. By that time her inherent skill had caught the eyes of scouts. She was well on her way to a full ride scholarship. If only that had meant anything to her. The thought of having to continue competing into college filled Rosa with dread, of the hours, days and weeks of practice and commitment and sacrifice. The full scholarship was something Mr. and Mrs. Perez welcomed greatly. Though they never wanted for anything, the modest income of Mr. Perez would have been strained to match the prospect a good scholarship financed secondary education offered. So Rosa competed, so Rosa suffered. The years passed and the Perez family based more and more hopes on good scholarships. As such, what little fun there had been for Rosa, was driven out of the sport. It seemed like some hateful job... a burden. That wouldn't be so bad if it stayed in the confines of the gym. Rosa could stand that, if only barely. However, gymnastics became a way of life. All aspects of life. "Don't eat that Rosa! You have to maintain your shape!" ... "We must keep your hair short. It adds that competitive edge." ... "I don't care if the other kids are going to the mall, you have a meet on Saturday." ... On and on it went. Anything that might enhance her competiveness was explored and implemented. Meditation, herbal teas, early bed times, restricted TV usage...God forbid she even look at a video game. All the joy of a "normal" teenage existence, were driven from her life. Rosa thought she was going to explode... To make matters worse, the one person who wanted this life was denied it. Rosa looked at her friend. 'I have everything she wants. She has everything I want! If only...' Rosa paused; eyes going wide. 'The charm!' Her hand drifted down to a certain pocket and around the silver object within. As she grasped it Rosa could have sworn a tingle passed through her fingers. A mysterious excitement began to build in the little girl. Withdrawing the charm, the words of Old Mattie rang in her ears. 'In order ta receive you 'ave ta give and ye kant hurt others.' "Hey Cassie..." The tall blond had been overjoyed at the gift. "Thanks Rosie! This is the best gift I have ever been given." Cassidy looked down at the exquisite silver charm. Her fingers tingled with excitement as she handled the gift. "If there's anything of mine that you want it's yours!" She beamed at Rosa. Rosa beamed back. She had just the thing in mind... Not that it was possible, but hey, a girl can dream, she thought, thinking of Cassie and her. As friends, almost sisters, doing what they had always done, sharing gifts and prizes with each other. A sudden knock at the door startled both girls. "Hey you two! Supper is ready. Wash up now and help set the table." The strong authoritative voice of Maria rang through the door as if it wasn't there. Rosa and Cassidy looked at each other once more before hugging in a fit of giggles and outright laughter. It felt so good having her friend over...almost as good as Cassidy's E-cup breasts felt pressed tightly against her face. The two parted. They knew better than to have Maria call a second time. Rosa went into the kitchen to wash while Cassidy went to the bathroom down the hall. In the bathroom Cassidy admired her gift. The silver charm rested between her massive breasts. As she turned, the engravings reflected brightly from the lights. Picking it up to examine once more, she noticed an inscription that she'd previously missed; "The Spirit of Giving" "Strange, I don't remember that being there before?" Cassidy addressed the empty bathroom. Something else seemed off. Again the blond scrutinized the metal surface. As before there were two women; one much taller and curvier than the other. She could have sworn though, that the tall busty one had been on the right side. It was now on the left. Cassidy shrugged her shoulders. Certainly it had just been her imagination... Rosa dashed to the kitchen in her usual scurrying manner. She could hardly contain her excitement. Maria just smiled and shook her head at the lithe little form bouncing about. While hopping up in her usual way to get the soap Rosa misjudged the distance and sent the bottle flying. 'Funny, it seemed closer' she thought. Maria scolded her daughter. "Tranquila peque?a. Relajate un poco." Then, slipping back into her adopted English, continued. "You don't see Cassidy careening about like a lunatic. She has grace and poise." 'She also has boobs and a real ass too!' Rosa added silently. A smile formed across her face as she imagined what would happen if Cassie tried to careen about. 'With boobs as big as hers, someone would likely get hurt in the carnage.' She smiled wider at the images flowing through her mind. "Better set the table now, before your Padre gets here." Maria's tone was less harsh this time, but still meant business. Rosa finished washing and went about setting the table. In her rush she failed to notice how much lower the cupboards appeared to be or how little she had to stretch over the table... Cassidy took one last glance at her reflection. Something was... wrong. A pout formed on her pretty face when she couldn't figure out just what. After a time she noticed that her face looked thinner, sharper somehow. 'Am I losing weight?' she wondered. A glance downward deepened her frown. Her bust seemed smaller too. Cassidy's hands drifted there. It was hard to tell for sure, but, they seemed to confirm the notion. 'Of all the places to lose weight!' she thought exasperatedly. A scale in the corner drew the blond like a magnet. Cassidy stepped on and struggled to see the numbers past her still impressive bust. 138lbs. Sure enough, she'd lost eight pounds. That explained it. 'Funny my bra doesn't seem loose,' she wondered. In fact she was surprised that all her clothes fit perfectly. 'I'll have to worry about that later,' she surmised, remembering that Rosa was probably already setting the table. Cassidy put the incident behind her and headed out to help her friend. There seemed to be an extra spring in her step... "Aren't you going to give an old man a hug?" The voice of Mr. Perez boomed out. Startled by the unexpected call, Cassidy spun around. "You'll never be old Mr. Perez!" Cassidy ran over and gave a big hug to the man who was like a second father. "What's with the Mr. Perez business D2?" Roberto asked, shrugging off the exuberant youth. Cassidy beamed upward. "I'm sorry, P2!" In the kitchen Maria clucked at the informal display. She loved Cassidy dearly, but couldn't shake the tradition of respect she'd grown up with. Daughter 2 (D2) and Papa 2 (P2) chatted over the day's events animatedly. Cassidy adored the attention. Mr. Perez was as interested in her as he was his own family. As she looked up into his eyes... 'up?' She did a double take. 'Damn he looks tall!' Cassidy was used to looking down slightly at the man, not up. 'What the hell?' she wondered, truly puzzled. Suddenly a comment made by Rosa the other day came to mind. Her friend joked about how her father had begun using hair dye to look younger. A quick glance at his locks confirmed the statement. 'Mid-life crisis strikes again!' she laughed internally. Surely the elevated shoes he must be wearing were another example of P2's attempts to appear young and virile. By the time Cassidy finished her journey to the table, it had been fully set. In fact most of the food now rested there too. The blond felt more than a little guilty and hurried to at least be of some help. After grace, Roberto set about slicing the roast beef. The cheerful man relished the duty. Somehow it made the connection between work and providing for his family. This was the reward... this made life worth living. 'Keep your millions and fancy toys! Nothing beats friends and family!' he thought proudly. Somehow Roberto beamed even wider... The women passed their plates along to receive a helping of the beef. To Rosa's great surprise she received not her usual tiny piece, but TWO WHOLE SLICES! Worriedly, she looked to her Madre; sure her treasure would be confiscated. "Something wrong?" Maria asked. "Did you get enough?" Rosa was nearly speechless. "N..no I'm fine, thank you." She put her plate down, hardly able to believe her luck. 'Enough? She always criticizes me for taking too much!' Rosa then shot a questioning look over to her friend. Cassidy missed the look, however, being preoccupied by the tiny smidgen of meat on her own plate. The blond was too polite to ask for more, being a guest and all. Rosa knew she shouldn't push it, but couldn't help herself. With exaggerated movements she took two big heaping spoonfuls of potatoes. Again no reaction at all from her Madre. Emboldened Rosa began to take a huge spoonful of beans. 'Surely that ought a do it!' she figured. "Be careful dear, you need to watch your weight." Maria's commanding voice finally broke the silence. "Here, I'll dish it up for you." Rosa froze in mid dip. 'Damn, I knew I shouldn't have pushed it!' she cursed her stupidity. Rosa waited for her plate to be snatched away. To her utter dismay, it was Cassidy's plate that was taken! Both girls sat there in shock as Maria doled out tiny portions of food. Portions that Rosa had resented, but, became accustomed to. Portions that Cassidy now was being dished up! Rosa couldn't believe her luck. There she sat with more food on her plate than she'd eaten in two days and neither of her parents was saying a thing! 'When you got a miracle going on, you might as well make the most of it!' she decided. "Can I have an extra roll and some gravy please?" "Sure dear, here you go," Maria responded, handing her daughter the bowl of rolls. "Roberto, can you pass Rosa the gravy?" Rosa accepted the food with numb hands. 'This can't be happening!' she marveled. Across the table Cassidy stared open mouthed at the display. 'Since when have the Perez's allowed Rosa to eat anything fattening?' she wondered. The blond looked over her friend. There was something different about her. Rosa looked fuller, healthier... bigger. Cassidy couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before. The more she looked, the more she noticed. Rosa's thin gaunt face had filled out. Not fat or anything, but healthy and vibrant. Even the girl's lips looked fuller, no longer pale and thin. 'All this food must be doing her good' thought Cassidy. 'Just look how tall and straight she's sitting!' It was true; Rosa no longer looked like a young child at the table. The girl across from her was finally starting to resemble the teenager she was. Cassidy's eyes went wide when she realized that Rosa had begun to develop in other ways as well. Her friend actually had breasts! When the hell did that happen?' she wondered. Sure enough, the girl that never even needed a training bra now sported two modest swellings easily visible through her T-shirt. 'Looks like someone needs to do some shopping!' Cassidy couldn't believe Rosa's mother hadn't done something about them. But then again she figured Maria had become as used to the ageless girl's body as she herself had. 'I had better tell Rosa tonight after supper how obvious she is becoming' thought the blond, looking again at the way Rosa's nipples and small swellings distended the snug cotton. It must have just been her dawning awareness of the matter, but they seemed even bigger... Rosa ate her meal with relish. It felt like she'd been released from prison. She wasn't about to waste the opportunity either! Across the table Cassidy didn't seem to be nearly so happy. Rosa noted the hungry look in her eyes; that and the one of rebuke after being denied seconds. 'Now she knows what it feels like in my shoes!' Rosa thought, feeling more than a little vindication. Then again, after noticing how small and resigned her friend looked sitting there she began to feel some compassion. 'Wow! She really does look small!' Rosa noted with surprise. The normally statuesque blond seemed much less imposing. At first she figured Cassidy was slumping over, but, further scrutiny showed her to be sitting upright. 'Is she sick?' wondered Rosa. Her face looked thinner and much paler too. 'Even her boobs look smaller!' she realized. Concern started to filter in over her previous elation. After eating more of the generous meal, Rosa looked up to find Cassidy staring openly at her chest. It was a decidedly uncomfortable moment causing Rosa to look away and shift in her seat. The motion seemed foreign. For some reason the chair felt softer, like it had been cushioned. 'That's odd!' she thought. It was then that Rosa noticed the table sat lower. Sure enough, it was now possible for her to comfortably put her elbows on the top. 'Whoa this is...' "Rosa Marie Perez! What are you doing with your elbows on the table?" Maria Perez's voice boomed. Rosa's arms quickly shot off the table. "I'm sorry Madre. It won't happen again." Maria didn't look convinced. "Perhaps you should do the dishes tonight. A little labor might teach you some manners." She knew better than to answer her Madre. It was wiser to look down and appear properly admonished. Rosa chose the wise action. "Maria," Roberto unwisely broke in. "Don't be so hard on the girl..." Maria Perez shot a glare at her husband. "And YOU look where your elbows are!" All eyes focused on the startled Mr. Perez. His burly arms were planted firmly on the table. Those very limbs retreated from the surface just as rapidly as his daughter's had. Roberto may be the man of the house, but, he knew better than to challenge Maria at her table. He too looked down, admonished, hoping to escape the wrath of Mrs. Perez. No such luck. "Looks like Rosa will be having help with the dishes tonight." Said Maria with an authority all knew better than to question. The tense moment lasted a short time, until Maria went back to her meal. Soon the clinking and clatter of plates and utensils again filled the dining area. Not long after that and conversation began to filter in, until the whole incident had been forgotten. Rosa stuffed herself like there was no tomorrow. Oddly, she had the room to store it all. On previous occasions when her parents were out of town and she splurged she hadn't been able to eat nearly so much. Her stomach so long denied excesses refused to accept more. Yet now, it almost felt natural. When Maria returned from the kitchen with dessert Rosa eagerly attacked that as well. In her eagerness to experience the long denied delicacy of desert, Rosa rudely reached across the table... and planted her right breast directly into the remains of her mashed potatoes. It was difficult to determine which surprised the girl more; the fact that her breast pressed into the plate or the fact she had a breast with which to accomplish the task. Rosa's hand immediately shot to her chest. Once there it encountered not only the gooey remains of her dinner, but yielding and somewhat sensitive flesh. Her eyes went wide and her breath froze in her lungs. In scary slow motion Rosa felt her head swivel downward to take in what her hand told her was there; what shouldn't, couldn't be there. Breasts... real breasts... They were there! They were real! 'Either that or I am insane' she thought inwardly. What the shocked teen did outwardly was another matter. "Oh my..." Rosa's voice was an odd mixture of shock, surprise, astonishment, disbelief, and pleasure. Of course all the others saw a 17 year old girl fondling her food smeared breast. The sight of which caused Rosa's Madre to summarily dismiss her from the table. In actuality the stunned young woman was extremely grateful to be on her own. She needed to examine the changes. Rosa made her way slowly and somewhat demurely to her room. Her actions might have seemed calm and collected, but, inside her mind was racing. 'It just has to be the charm!' she thought. In addition to trying to deal with the shock of her recent "developments" Rosa had to fight the urge to reach up and touch them again. At least until she was out of sight... Cassidy sat at the table no less shocked. She had been picking away miserably at the tiny portions of food when Rosa's cry caused her to look up. No way had she been prepared for the sight before her. Across the table her friend cupped her right breast... cupped mind you. 'What the hell!' she wondered, stunned by the image. Gone was the flat chest of her good friend, gone too were the modest swellings she had witnessed not 10 minutes before. In their place were sizable womanly breasts. For some reason thinking of Rosa's mysterious growth caused Cassidy to look down at her own endowments. What she saw nearly stopped her heart. Instead of the huge, and somewhat cumbersome cleavage she was used to seeing, sat a pair of C cup breasts. Cassidy felt the same urge to reach up and confirm the impossible image before her. Unlike Rosa, she fought the urge and struggled to find her voice instead. "Mrs. Perez, M..may I be excused?" She finally managed in a weak, somewhat pleading voice." Mrs. Perez looked at the blond girl. Something seemed to be bothering her. "Sure dear, you go on now; I'll take care of your plate." As the worried girl stood up to leave, Maria was once again reminded how similar she was to her own daughter. In fact, other than hair color and complexion, they could be sisters. Same height, same build...even the same taste in clothes. They'd been sharing each others outfits since they'd first met in gymnastics years ago. Maria sighed. She missed taking the girls to the gymnastics meets and practices. It had been fun watching them perform. Both were fairly talented, though Cassidy appeared to be a bit more so. Six years they had competed together, until Rosa's developing body forced her to give up the sport. Cassidy should have given up too. After all it was so hard to compete with those lithe little girls. She just refused to give up. Maria had to admire Cassidy's spirit. It took a lot to go up against girls physically better suited for the sport. She doubted Rosa would be able to put up a similar fight. Then again her daughter was a little bigger... As Rosa neared her room she realized she didn't need to touch her breasts to prove they were there. The unfamiliar weight on her chest that shifted and swayed with her movements was all the proof she needed. Of course that didn't alleviate the desire to touch them... When she got to her door Rosa realized how much lower the knob was. Not only that, the door itself seemed smaller somehow. The awestruck girl looked around. Everything seemed smaller! "Either that or I'm taller." She finished her thought vocally. Rosa turned the knob and entered her room. At least it resembled her room...somewhat. There were some stuffed animals from her childhood, and a few posters from her favorite band, but that was about it. Everything else was new. Rosa squealed with delight at the sight of an honest to goodness QUEEN sized bed. Her momentary burst of excitement caused her to abandon the newly acquired demure movements to jump on the mattress. As she bounced up and down the excited Rosa realized there was much more bouncing up and down than she'd been expecting. 'I have boobs!' her mind shouted in joy. Rosa looked down at the strange jiggling motion on her chest. She realized she needed to see them. Really see them. Rosa stood from the bed intending to use the bathroom mirror. On her way across her room, however she spotted a dressing mirror...a big one too. "No way!" She said in an astonished tone. Sure enough she had a dressing mirror. In fact it looked like the one Cassidy's mother had bought her. As amazed as she was by the appearance of the mirror she was even more so by the reflection it contained. It was obviously Rosa's own face; though a fuller, softer, more mature version of it. The sight took her breath away. She looked so beautiful! The girl staring back at her from the mirror was a far cry from the scrawny little girl she was used to seeing. The 'new' Rosa stood considerably taller. Her Raven black hair shone brightly in the light. She shook her head marveling at how the longer locks danced and flowed. It had to settle a good two inches past her shoulders. It was the hair she'd dreamed of having, but had been denied. She bid good riddance to the hideous lifeless boy cut that she had for years been burdened with. Rosa turned and inspected her profile. The sight nearly made her cry from joy. The breasts she now sported stood out high and proud. They seemed to be the same size as her friend Lisa's were. 'That would make me a C cup at least!' she thought proudly. The view further down pleased her no less. She still had a narrow waist. It was a bit bigger and softer yet quite trim. The slight swell outward of her tummy signaled womanhood pure and simple. Rosa ran her hands down her ass. There too she was all woman. Gone was the skinny bony rear end she had so despised. In its place a firm rounded sexy wonderland now lay. She couldn't help giving it a little shake. The motion simply oozed sexuality, something Rosa never thought she'd possess. She couldn't take it any longer she had to see her body. Her hands had just reached the hem of her t-shirt and begun lifting when a sound from behind made her turn... Cassidy scurried away from the table. She didn't know what was going on but she was sure it had something to do with the strange transformation her friend had undergone. "I'm going to find out." She vowed. The blond girl hurried to her friend's room. It didn't occur to her right away how fast, and how small her steps were. Cassidy looked down and saw the reason, or should I say reasons, why. The first clue to the changes was a distinct lack of movement from her chest. The large E cup breasts she had been cursed with didn't take well to rapid movement. The fact that she was now hurrying along down the hall should have sent the massive mammaries into wild undulation. That they were not only reminded her of the drastic change she had undergone. Cassidy looked down at the much-diminished breasts. For the first time in years she was able to see past them without effort. What she saw lead her to the next revelation. Her legs were shorter. 'That's why things seem so big.' She realized. The discovery brought to light the strange sense of unease that had been building during supper. As she watched transfixed by her smaller legs pumping rapidly, Cassidy nearly ran into a wall just past her friend's room. 'This is so weird!' she thought, shaking her head. That thought was immediately followed by another; "GOD I hope Rosa knows what's going on!' Cassidy reached blindly for the doorknob...and missed it. She tried again; this time looking and adjusting her reach upwards several inches. The big door, at least it seemed big now, swung open... In the room before her, a curvy brunette was removing her shirt. Despite the awareness of some of the changes that had befallen her friend, it took Cassidy a few seconds to recognize Rosa. "Rosie? Is... That... You?" It was the young woman's startled expression that really convinced Cassidy that indeed she was Rosa. Even with the dramatic transformation, that look could only belong to one person. Cassie entered the room even as Rosa lowered the hem of her T-shirt. She approached her, totally in awe of the changes. It was immediately apparent that even more had happened during their separation. The continued look of shock and amazement remained on Rosa's face long after Cassidy startled her. The blond girl finally realized it was because of her own changes. Rosa's eyes were locked directly on her smaller cleavage. The realization made her blush... Rosa felt as if she had been caught doing something naughty. Our growing brunette turned, fully expecting to see her Madre bearing down on her. She quickly lowered the hem of her T-shirt and tried to look as innocent as possible. Instead of her Madre she was faced with a young blond woman. There was something very familiar about her. Then the young blond spoke. "Rosie? Is... That... You?" Rosa did a double take. "Cassie?" The greatly diminished form of her friend nodded and approached. The look of awe on her face mirrored the one on Rosa's. As Cassidy approached her, she realized that they were now the same height. No, that wasn't quite right. They were almost the same height. Rosa felt her rapidly beating heart speed up even more at the realization that Cassidy was now at least an inch shorter! The two girls stood speechless at arms length. "What is going on Rosie?" Cassidy asked, breaking the silence first. There was more than a tinge of fear in her voice. "It must be the charm!" Rosa responded, pointing to the silver trinket around her friend's neck. "A weird old lady gave it to me. She said it would fill my desire, but that I had to give to receive." Rosa looked downward. "I... umm didn't know it would really work." Cassidy was even more shocked... if that was possible. "You mean you gave this thing to me to steal my body?" Rosa looked ashamed and embarrassed. Still, she tried to defend herself. "Well, yeah... sort of. I mean I really really wanted to look like you. You know? You're just so beautiful and the boys all think you're sexy." Cassidy felt herself blush. Rosa had never told her how she felt before. The moment was fleeting, however. That her friend was willing to steal her looks brought the anger back. "But why steal my looks? Aren't we friends? How could you do this to me?" Rosa, despite her height advantage, sunk lower. "Cassie, you gotta believe me. I didn't think it would work or I would have told you!" Suddenly she straightened again as another thought entered her mind. "Besides, I wasn't really stealing from you. The old woman said in order to receive I had to give... so I offered you my talent." Cassidy took all this in. She loved Rosa like a true sister. Deep in her heart she knew that her friend wouldn't do anything on purpose to harm her. But, to be so small and sexless! She looked up into her friend's eyes. 'Was she even taller?' "But, why? Why did you do this to me?" Cassidy pleaded. Rosa looked at her friend; her face an unreadable mask of countless conflicting emotions. "I gave you my talent because of what it can do." Rosa said this from her heart. Despite all the other conflicts this was true. "I knew that you wanted to be a gymnast more than anything... it was my way of giving that to you. No matter how hard I try, I just don't enjoy gymnastics or feel the passion for it like you did." Cassidy had thought she couldn't be more shocked. She was wrong. To be able to return to the sport she loved was her greatest dream. Up until now that is all it had been... a dream. Her eyes became misty. Cassidy could almost feel it. The pressure, the nervousness, all those eyes on you winding your body like a spring. Then... release. Your body in motion; twisting turning flowing and at times even flying. Gymnastics had been the most liberating experience of her life. When it was snatched away it had been so hard to go on. "I could compete again," whispered Cassidy. Rosa sensed the return of hope and joy to her friend. This made her own heart grow warm. She looked down at the dreamy expression still on Cassidy's face and smiled back. Of course you must realize Rosa was a teenage girl, not a saint. "And I get these!" She replied excitedly, accentuating the comment with an outward thrust of her chest. "You can keep them too," Cassidy's voice actually sounded relieved. "Some is good, a lot is a burden." Rosa just couldn't believe her friend. Who would want gymnastics when you could have a real body? 'I can't wait to see how I look in something more feminine then jeans' she thought excitedly. Suddenly Rosa's eyes lit up. She scanned 'her' room looking at all the changes. Acting on a hunch she glided over to the closet and opened the door. "Oh my!" For a brief moment, it seemed that time stood still. Rosa shook her head and backed away from the closet and looked at Cassie. The ultra tall, buxom woman was gone. In her place was a teen girl, with a very cute face. Clearly it was still Cassie, her eyes bright and intelligent. Cassie was looking in the mirror. Wearing jeans and her School Gymnastic Team T-Shirt, she was looking at herself. 5'5 inches tall, blond hair cut in pageboy style. It looked cute, but not little girlish or silly. Where huge 38E cup breasts stood out before, was now a modest 34B. Small enough to bind for competitive sport, large enough to show the world and the guys, she was more then feminine. Her arms were toned and sleek. Not buffed out like an Amazon's, but with the tone that comes from constant and consistent physical workouts. Her waist was tight and her tummy flat and defined. Cassie turned and looked at her back view. Her shoulders were broad, but not too broad, clearly belonging to an athlete. Her back seemed wide and powerful. Glancing down, her once curvy booty, was still round, but much tighter. Her thighs seemed to push against the fabric of the jeans, almost bursting with strength and power. Words like thin and scrawny would not be used around her, and neither would ugly, masculine or butch. She had the strong body of a gymnast. And in that body beat the heart of passionate competitor. As Cassie's right hand softly touched with wonder the bicep on her left arm, feeling the power in it, she looked at Rosa. Rosa was getting behind her, to look in the mirror. Cassie's head came to Rosa's chin. Later they would find that Rosa was now 5'9, tall but not freakish. Her face was clearly Rosa's, but a different Rosa. More mature then girlish. Eyes were bright and warm and a dark black in color, to match her long luxurious hair. Her legs filled out her jeans nicely. Her thighs flowed into lush hips and a round sexy ass. Her hips tapered into a tight waist, smaller then her hips but not petite. Her new 36D bust projected out over her flat tummy. The girls looked at each other, feeling reality shifting and changing, even if they were no longer physically changing. Finally Rosa spoke. "Are you gonna kill me Cassie"? She asked with a small tremble. Cassie looked up, UP? She smiled to herself and replied, "Um no, somehow, in some strange way, I think we both just got the life's we wanted", as she felt the swell of her biceps in wonder. They stared for a moment more and then hugged, forgiving each other, although for what, they really could not be sure. Then, without thinking about it, Cassie smiled and did a perfect back- flip into the air. Her body tucked tight and missing the ceiling, she landed like a cat on her feet and smiled. "Whoa, I could never do that before," she beamed. Rosa smiled at her brightly, "You have not seen anything yet," Rosa said. "Ah, Rosa, why do I feel like I have a meet tonight and I need to go?" asked Cassie. Rosa smiled, "Because you do. Look there is your gym bag packed. Here are my mom's car keys, we were going to go together to the meet, and then out to Bennie's Burgers, remember? I'm going to watch you, cuz tu eres la mejor amiga del mundo". And they hugged again. As they left Rosa's room, Cassie tried to turn out the lights, but missed the light switch. Stopping, she took a second look, and saw Rosa's mirth filled face looking down at her. "Better try that one again, short stuff," Rosa teased. Cassie adjusted her point of view and turned out the lights. "This is gonna take some getting used to. I never appreciated being tall until right now", Cassie said ruefully. Passing Rosa's parents, Rosa was surprised, but not really, that they did not note anything different with her and Cassie. Walking out the door and to the car, both girls continued to experience the full changes in their bodies and center of gravities. For Rosa, the grace that she walked with without thinking about it was gone. The first few steps, even in the Lady Nike's she was wearing, she almost fell from the new height and size she was carrying. The ground looked a long way away and her ass stuck out behind her a mile and her breasts seemed to block the view of the floor and shoes. Even with a well fitting bra, which her mother would insist she wear at all times, the weight on her chest was much greater then she expected. And her hips seemed to move with a mind of their own. Side to side, without meaning to, she felt like an actress putting on a show. In fact, she was and the strange thing was it was unintentional. Her body had just zoomed from tiny and almost pubescent, to buxom and curvy woman in minutes. The months of adjustment and learning that puberty would have afforded was missing. Rosa and Cassie were finding they had memories of life in their current forms. Of school and teachers and friends and parents and families. Memories of shopping and guys and frustrations and disappointments and joys. In short, life as they lived it, in their current bodies and in their former existence's. Cassie smiled as she watched her friend. Slowly Rosa got control of her body and its movements. Not the grace she had an hour before, but at least Rosa was not falling down and hurting herself or others. Cassie felt her body, the power, grace and energy that flowed in it. She moved with a feline prowess and style. Her tight buns of steel moved in small circles and her breasts, oh my gosh! I can see my shoes she laughed inwardly. As they hit the driveway Rosa turned to Cassie, "How did you walk with these monsters?" Cassie smiled at her and looked intently at Rosa's chest. "Girlfriend, you are at least 2 cup sizes smaller then I ever was. I have to tell you, I don't miss the weight or the effort of dragging them along or being pulled forward by those mounds. Like I said, some is good, a lot is awful. My back feels better then it has in years," and they giggled together. Rosa unlocked Cassie's door and then walked to let herself in. Coming down the block, in a slow moving car, were a few guys from a neighboring High School. The all stared intently at Rosa's figure, and Rosa blushed under the attention. But these were High School boys, not Gentlemen. "Hey Babe, shake that booty for me!" One of the boys yelled from the car. "I'd like to walk a mile on those tits," shouted another. "Do those things hit you in the face as you run?" Rosa was flushed and embarrassed and angry. She bent down to make herself smaller, to no avail. It only served to make her curves look more dramatic. The boys continued there running commentary, as Rosa fumbled with the car door. Cassie opened her door and shouted at them, "You clowns have no idea how to be men! Take those dirty mouths and run home to your mommies!" Seeing that there were two girls, the guys drove past and out of sight. "Are you ok?" asked Cassie, as she took Rosa's hand in her smaller one. Rosa turned to her friend, a tear falling down her face. "I always wanted to be beautiful like you. I was so sure the guys and the world would treat me different, not ignore me or act like I wasn't there. And the first guys I see are assholes," she sobbed softly. Cassie held Rosa's hand snugly. "Hey, hey, don't sweat the assholes. They like just abound everywhere! The fact is, they KNOW they don't stand a chance with you, or being with you, or a girl as HOT as you even talking to them. So they act like jerks and hope you might notice them. Rosa, they are babies and will never grow up. Come on, lets go," she smiled at her. "I had to deal with guys and men staring at me when I was 13 and 14. (Cassie giggled at the memory). I quickly found out, they are mostly harmless and mostly stupid and mostly thinking with some other organ then their brains. Not that the other organ was any bigger. But then again, they are guys and what can you expect?" And they both giggled. Cassie stared into Rosa's eyes. "Rosa, you are gonna have to get used to it. I don't mean to sound shallow or something, but you are gonna find guys will talk to your chest. It's both good and bad, I never really liked it, maybe you will. I found it disrespectful and silly. Do you know how many conversations I have had without anyone noticing my eyes or their color? Besides, I just discovered something. With you around, guys aren't gonna notice me at all. That's kinda weird and strange," she said. "Well, maybe Cassie, I guess I will have to find out for myself. I know guys ignored me, but you are much better looking then I EVER was. And I can tell you, you have beautiful blue eyes," replied Rosa as she started the car. At the school gym, they parted company. Rosa wished Cassie luck and walked into the gym. The crowd was filled with people she knew, but she was used to be on the mats and equipment. Being in the stands was something new for her. Walking to her seat next to Cassie's parents, she could feel the stares of guys and girls on her. Her large bust seemed to draw stares like moths to a flame. And she was not wearing anything more then a cotton shirt and jeans! This might not be all bad she mused to herself. In times past, she could enter a room and no one would notice. Now, she waved to friends, both male and female and watched the reactions. The guys seem to have their eyes linger on her chest, and the girls with dates, even ones who were her friends, tended to pull their boyfriends closer, as if to mark them against Rosa poaching their dates. That amused Rosa, as if she would behave in such a vulgar and low fashion. Her Madre had taught her better then that. Well, with this body and figure and height, everyone notices me. Suddenly confident, she sat and watched the warm-ups begin. Cassie entered the locker room and took it all in, the sounds and feelings of tension before competition, the camaraderie of the other girls. She even enjoyed even the smells of old damp towels. How I missed this, she thought. Putting on the school uniform/leotard, she went outside to the gym floor and started to stretch and warm-up. She enjoyed the feeling of how flexible she was and how strong. Just reaching for her toes and ankles in warming up, she could feel grace and power at her command. How could Rosa not appreciate this? She wondered to herself and smiled. The other girls looked to her as the team queen bee and Cassie relished the role. After what seemed forever, the meet began. Rosa watched, almost jealous that she was not taking part. Gymnastics had been a part of her life for so long, and now, she was merely a spectator. She stood up and yelled, "Go Cassie, go!!" Cassie heard her best friend and smiled and waved at her. Cassie then got on the runway for her first vault. With the crowd watching, Cassie thought and focused. She ran up and vaulted, flew thru the air, and landed. It was everything she remembered, but it was just not a lot better then she used to do. In fact, her scores were rather mediocre. Rosa watched as fear and confusion seemed to sweep her friends face. After 3 vaults, Cassie was not improving and seemed to be fighting herself. After the vault rotation, Cassie was stuck in the middle of the pack. Her vault scores were not good at all, and yet she could feel that she could do better. More then a little confused and disappointed, Cassie stood by herself and stretched and tried to regroup. Rosa saw her friend and motioned for her to meet her by the drinking fountains. That part of the gym was accessible to both the athletes and the fans. "Rosa, I can't do this," whispered Cassie, as she leaned against the wall. "Why can't I do this? I'm trying so hard and concentrating so much". Rosa smiled at her. "Cassie, that's the whole problem. Relax girl, just chill and relax. You have the talent, you have the skills, the BODY knows. I never stressed. I knew I could do anything I wanted. I just relaxed and jumped and tumbled and ran. You try that on the tumbling next. Focus, but relax. This is what you live for. This is the reward for all the hours of work and torture. I believe in you. Okie dokie?" Rosa shook Cassie by the shoulders. "Okie dokie artachokie," smiled Cassie back at her. Rosa went back to her seat and waved and yelled encouragement. The feel of her large breasts swaying and bouncing as she cheered for her friend was both alien and exciting to Rosa. On the tumbling mat, Cassie prepared for her turn. Standing on the mat corner, she got the 'go ahead' sign from the judge and she took off running and tumbling and rolling and dancing and flying. With a final leap up high into the air and a perfect landing, she heard the roar of the crowd and knew she had done well. Waving, she ran to the bench and hugs of her teammates. The Judges scores were all very high marks. Cassie caught Rosa's eye as Rosa yelled and cheered for her, her full body swaying this way and that. Rosa was beginning to enjoy the sensuous movement of her full, womanly figure. Cassie excelled on the floor exercise and then moved to the Balance Beam and finally the Uneven Bars. Just relaxing into the events and concentrating on her moves, Cassie took the top marks. Focus without stress. Knowing the routines and focusing on the moves, but with joy and pleasure. The routines flowed from Cassie without effort. Again and again, she flew and landed perfectly. Her routine on the Balance Beam was an act of fearless tumbling and poise and feminine power. At the end of the meet, at the awards ceremony, she held the roses of the overall victor for the first time, the meet's overall individual winner. As she turned to walk to the locker room, a tall man and lady wearing baby blue and gold polo shirts stopped Cassie. "Cassie, might we have a minute with you? We know you need to shower and change, but this will be worth your time. Have you given much thought to where you want to compete next year, at the university level...." the woman began. Later, after saying good-bye to Cassie's parent and hugging her teammates, the two girls made their way to Rosa's car. Cassie was bubbling over with excitement from the meet. It had been everything she had hoped for. Rosa drove and just drank in her friend's excitement and joy. Looking at Cassie in her jeans and bright cotton top, she thought that Cassie looked cute as she babbled on and on. The pure joy of sport was overflowing her, and the success she had had that evening was more then she had ever experienced. Arriving at Bennie's Burgers, they entered together. Bennie's was a local hang out, in the style of a 50s diner. The waitresses were all dressed in black skirts and tennis shoes, the guys in all white. Walking in the door, they were watched by all the guys and not a few of the girls. Before they could even sit down, a tall and broad guy approached Rosa and asked her to dance. Cassie answered for Rosa and told him, "one sec, we just got here." Rosa was more then flattered by the attention. "Rosa, do you know who that is?" Asked Cassie. "Um, no, why? He's cute," she giggled. "That's Larry Johnson, he plays Linebacker on the Football team. He is a jerk with a capital J," said Cassie. "Well, ok, maybe he is, but it is just a dance. He is so cute and a hunk," gushed Rosa. "Ohmygod!" exclaimed Cassie, "your hormones are in overdrive. You're thinking with your boobs, never a good thing," Cassie admonished her and shook her head. "It's just a dance Cassie girl, it's just a dance", whined Rosa, "I wanna dance with a cute gorgeous guy, what's so awful about that?" "Does the word octopus mean anything to you? This guy is an all hands and no conscience," retorted Cassie. "He is looking at one thing, ok maybe two things, and it's not your gorgeous black eyes, girlfriend." "Ok mamacita, I can deal with him. Cassie, I've never had a guy ask me to dance. I've always been ignored. Mi Madre never let me come to dances; it got in the way of practice and training. I want to enjoy myself and discover what its like to be attractive and wanted. Ok? Is that so awful of me to want?" And with that, Rosa spun and walked over the floor to Larry. Cassie watched Rosa approach Larry and begin to dance. Her lush body moved in a sexy fashion, even without Rosa meaning to. Cassie looked down at the table in the booth and hoped that Rosa was not headed for disaster. Suddenly, Cassie felt a tap on her arm and looked over to see a pretty 9-year-old girl standing before her. "Your name is Cassie isn't it?" the girl asked softly. "I saw you tonight at the gymnastics meet. You are so AWSOME," the little girl zoomed her words and Cassie blushed under the praise. "I was there with my brother, he's a Volleyball player at your school," and she pointed to a tall brown haired guy standing a few tables away. "He's kinda shy, but I wanted to say how much I liked watching you. I wanna be a gymnast like you someday," the girl gushed. Cassie was completely charmed by the young girl. "That's a great thing to want to be. I know I love it. Yes, I'm Cassie, what's your name?" "I'm Tina," she replied. "And this is my big brother Ron," as she pulled him over. "Hi Cassie, I think I am in your US History class this semester, I'm Ron Greenberg and this is my sister, Talking Tina," he laughed, it was a pleasant sound, not mean or hurtful. "I hope Tina's not being a pest," he asked, "I took her to the meet, since our parents are out of town. And then I promised her a burger here. We'll get going," and he turned to leave. Cassie made a spilt second choice and ran with her guts. "Wait, why don't you guys join me? I have not ordered yet," she invited them and smiled wide. "Can we Ron? Can we?" asked Tina. Ron smiled, "who am I to argue with an invitation like that." And they sat down, Tina taking the seat next to Cassie and Ron opposite her. The waitress came and too their orders. Tina wanted a burger and coke and fries, Ron ordered the same, except a double burger with chili. Cassie ordered only a tuna salad, and when she explained to Tina about eating right for competition, Tina changed her order too. "Seems like you found a loyal fan today," Ron teased her. They all laughed and talked. Cassie was totally charmed by Ron. Here was a guy taking his 9yr old sister to a hangout, and not being embarrassed by it. He talked to Cassie about their classes and about sports and competing, and he listened to Cassie's thoughts and ideas. For Cassie that was a new experience. So many guys never looked in her eyes before or took her seriously. It was like they radar locked on her breasts and assumed since she had big breasts, she had no mind. In short, it was a wonderful dinner for Cassie. For Rosa, the dance with Larry began innocently enough. They were playing old 50s style Rock and Roll, and they danced a slight distance apart. Larry seemed to be drinking in her curves with his eyes, not looking above her neck. Rosa let it pass, just enjoying the movement of her lush body to the music. She knew others were watching her move and her breasts jut out, but she took Cassie's advice and just took it as part of the deal. In fact, the more she danced, the more Rosa was finding she liked being the center of attention. Then the music switched to a slow ballad. Larry took her in his arms and pulled her close. At first, it was nice and pleasant; she enjoyed the feel of a guy for the first time. Larry was strong and buff, his chest broad and arms toned. Then he pulled her closer, so she was forced to rub her large breasts into his chest, and he suddenly began to kiss her ear. It was like electric. It felt so good, she softly moaned as he kissed her. "You like baby," he softly asked, as he kissed her again on the neck. She did not reply, not trusting her voice, feeling her nipples swelling in her bra and pushing outwards. Larry's hand reached lower and lower, till he was cupping her ass. It felt good, but then Rosa heard a giggle from behind her, over the music. Raising her face upwards a little, she could see in the mirror above the soda bar, her back and Larry's hand on her round ass. And Larry's friends were urging him on, encouraging him to fondle her like she was nothing more then an object, like this was some cheap show! Not wanting to make a scene and the anger raising up in her, she whispered in his ear to let her go. "Now babe, why would I want to do that? Your tits feel so hot and your dandy ass is sweet," he leered at her. A deep sense of shame swept her, thinking of what her parents would say if they saw her dancing with this pendejo! Lifting her arms, she pushed away from him and stumbled and fell to the ground. Larry laughed, "Easy babe, you are falling hard for me." Rosa stared at him with eyes focused on his face, noting his eyes were on her full to overflowing chest, heaving with anger. "Que clase de tonto! Pinche cabr?n! You jerk!" she hissed at him. "What's my name? You never even asked me my name before you grabbed me! Tell me, what's my name? And I'll give you a hint, it's not babe." Larry stared at her, the anger building in him. "Who the fuck do you think YOU are? I'm an All Region Football player, I don't know your name, you're just a slut with big tits," he told her under the music. "You are lucky we are in a public place, or I'd make you pay for treating me like this, you slut." "You are no gentleman, you're not even a MAN. A real man does not treat a woman like you just treated me," Rosa replied, the first hot tears falling down her warm cheeks. "My father is more then twice your age, but he's still more MAN then you will ever be. I see how he treats my mother, like a lady and she treats him back even better. Maybe you'll learn how to be a man someday, but I doubt it," Rosa taunted him. "Fuc