Blending Vanities - Part 03

Jenna set both hands on her hips, staring down at the open book. The heavy vellum had kept the tome open to the same page. For a moment, Maisie watched the light soften and fade. Her skin tickled, warmth rushing through her body as adrenaline coursed through her veins. 

The energy pulsing inside her, her imagination running wild, vivid images flickering through her subconscious as she nibbled on her lower lip. ‘What crazy gibberish was that!?’ She thought silently, tugging at the waistband of her sweats. Jenna stood staring glassy eyed at the brown paper facing up at them. Maisie’s lips curled up on one side, and rocking forward she glared at her friend. 

“Fun light show, Jen, but, like, what are we supposed to do now? I’m not wearing, like, a pretty dress or anything.” Spots flaring and fading in the corner of her eyes she shifted, lifting a hand up and gesturing to nothing. “The parties in an hour and …” Jenna squinted, dumbly brushing her chin with the back of her fingers. Her pupils dilating as she stared at Maisie “What are you looking at?”

Jenna smirked, eyes wide as saucers. “You’re…” She reached out, pointing slowly towards Maisie. “You’re blonde!”

“No, I’m not…” Maisie said, touching her temples. “I’ve been a brunette from the day I was—” Pale shimmering strands of hair met her sight; she pinched the short filaments carefully. “No…way!” She breathed. Shaking her head slightly, golden locks fluttering along the top of her vision like make-up brush tips. 

Across the floor, Jenna’s body seemed to shimmer like a mirage.  The sight reminded Maisie of a character creation menu in one of her games, marvelling as Jenna’s hair went from almost black to bright brown, each strand catching the light and shedding pigment imperceptibly. “Jen! You’re cha-… your hair!?” She tilted her head as the colour became almost gold.

Jenna bent forward, her chest shifting in her singlet, jaw dropping slightly as she leant towards Maisie. “Oh! Your body!?” 

Maisie’s back snapped forward, forcing her chest up and out, squirming as her body swelled, pulling her tank off of her tummy. “Whoa! What’s happening to us—” She whimpered. Jenna stumbled towards her, Maisie’s cheeks flushing as Jenna’s comfy singlet stretched. “Jenna! What did you do!?” Her voice creaking as she swept and arm across her chest. To her horror, she actually had something to support. What was worse… her pants felt tighter too…