Sharon felt a bright flash of light surround her body as she wished, tickling every crevice of her being. Sharon felt herself being transported and transformed into a previous lifetime. When the light faded, Sharon found that she was now standing near the edge of a stone pool filled with water. Of course, the first thing she noticed was that she was now completely nude. The second thing she noticed was that she was positioned rather awkwardly over the edge of the pool, almopst as though she were about to step into it, which made sense since it was there and she was naked. The third thing she noticed was that the water was pleasantly cool against the strangely warm, humid air, although it was still not the best thing to try and breathe. With a few coughs that sounded strangely unfamiliar she managed to right herself and began taking assessment of her situation.
Deciding that it was best to try and figure out where she was, Sharon first glanced upward only to discover that she was in a sort of stone structure that was open to the sky. Above her she could see strange green plants that looked like something out of jungle movie. The walls themselves looked well crafted enough, and there were murals painted on the walls showing various women bathing. The lone door led to another stone chamber, this one lit by torches and a warm breeze that smelled vaguely of aloives and jasmine wafted in. Near the enterance there was a series of steps leading out of the pool, and a few articles od clothing were lain carefully there.
Assessing that she was alone, Sharon swam over to the steps and sat in the pool. Before the water could settle she noticed a few things about herself. Notably the lack of tan lines, and for that matter the deep, rich, golden bronze tan she now possessed. Her arms were shaped somewhat different, as was what she could see of her body. Her hips were much wider than she remembered, and her breasts a touch larger, maybe even a bit firmer. Her nipples, erect from the chill water, were a slightly darker brown than her skin, and her fiery red hair fell in long waves all the way to her knees. When the water had settled she managed to catch a glimpse of her reflection, which looked strikingly like Sharon had a few years ago, although with a different coloring and slightly fuller lips. At least her eyes were still brown, and she took some small comfort in that familiarity.
Sharon took a deep breath. She wasn't sure how this was how things were before, but somehow the wishing Brenda panties had disappeared when she had been moved here. She splashed a little water over herself as the warm air began to grow somewhat uncomfortable, and reveled in the more toned nature of her limbs, even if her hips were huge... With a tilt of her head she noted that they were not fat, even though her buttocks were more rounded, and that she seemed to be well muscled underneath her deceptively soft curves. That seemed strange, although given the chain of events her recent life had taken she was less than surprised. She decided to examine the small pile of clothes as long as they were within arm's reach.
Saddly, the magic panties that had once been her friend were gone. There was a sort of loin-cloth that looked as though it were made of snake-skin and strips of leather, as well as a kind of silken shawl with feathers and pretty stones woven into it, as well as a crown made of gold that resembled a winged jungle cat and had a number of gems worked into it as well. Sharon was busy deciding whether or not to wear the few garments when a woman bearing a striking resemblance to a taller, duskier, more muscular Candace strode into the pool room and took one knee before the pool and laid a decorated stone and wood pear before her. Sharon had no time to be surprised even as the woman stated, "My Queen, pardon the intrusion but I bring important news. Your cousin, Hypolitta, next in line to the throne, has been kidnapped by a man from the Eastern seas. What are your orders?"
Sharon blinked. The not-Candace was speaking a strange language, and what's more she could understand it. With another blink she became aware of Candace's outfit, a sheer piece of silk that left little to the imagination and that Sharon found that strangely arousing. Shifting to stand, Sharon took a few steps from the pool, trying to sound simultaneously regal, commanding, and a lot less emberassed to be naked in front of another woman than she was feeling at the moment, "Wait for me outside. I will handle this when dressed."Not-Candace waited a few moments, seeming to suspect something was wrong before rising, nodding, and crossing an arm across her chest, just above her prominently erect nipples, "As you command, my Queen." Sharon could not help but notice that the spear was left behind, even as she watched not-Candace's well toned posterior swaying outside the door and down the hall. She gulped down a sigh in confusion as she struggled to get into what now seemed like a tiny thong to her newly proportioned body. What's more, on an even footing not-Candace seemed huge in comparison to her, with Sharon's head barely reaching the bottom of the taller woman's breasts. And older as well, somehow managing to make Sharon feel like both a Queen and a spoiled teenager at the same time. She grimaced a bit as the thong of her garment found it's appropriate crack and wedged itself in, then draped the Shawl over her shoulders and breasts to get as much coverage as she could. "I wish Jim, Rick, Candace, Brad, and even Brenda were here..." she whispered to herself. Unnoticed her tiny thong began to glow for a moment as something seperated out.
Brenda snapped to wakefulness. Something was different all of a sudden. She barely remembered what had happened since her visit to Hill House, but was well aware of a change. She knew she no longer had the wishing power in the same way someone knows when they've lost a physical part of themselves. Still, this strangely made her feel less of a burden. She shook her head clear only to find herself in a sort of stone temple with scrolls lining the walls. What's more, she had developed a significant tan similar to Sharon's and experienced a strange sense of off-balanced-ness from the nearly double sized breasts she now wore beneath her silk robe. What's more, she felt smarter somehow, like she could totally figure junk out and stuff.
Jim stumbled forward. The twin swaying sensations on his chest confirmed that he was a she, at least to Jim's mind, although he couldn't figure out why it was so dark. He deduced another wish having a hand in this, but couldn't quite figure out how. Shuffling around a bit he managed to find a leather flap attatched to a stone doorway. Throwing caution to the wind he pushed back the opening to expose a sunny, dirt street. All around were women in various stages of undress, some as nude as Jim, others clad in more. Many had various pieces of armor as well, and a few possessed weapons of bronze or iron. Most, however, were simple wood and stone. With a quick blink Jim realized that he was easily the least developed woman about, and the shortest as well, not to mention the palest. Jim was about to curse his newly acquired gender when he spotted a group of men trudging past, obviously slaves of the women. Sadly, Jim could only barely make out what the women were saying, their language not his. Still, the words of the two nearest him, one wearing a metal plated bikini type outfit, the other a tough leather shirt and nothing below, seemed to tell Jim he wasn't welcome to step out of the hut just yet. He put his compartively spindly, delicate hands up in resignation, turned, and stepped back into the darkened hut. It was cooler inside, anyway.Go back - Go to the parent episode.
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