Better than one would expect

"I wish I had a figure like Jess'...."

A stupid dream that Vivian had, an idle fantasy that her skinny, frail form could go through another growth spurt, this time just to round her out instead of shoot her up and make her into a stick like the last one. She had always been envious of the Cheer Team, and Jessica especially who was not just well-liked but well-rounded; the girl who had everything. Tons of friends, tons of influence in the school, tons of Daddy's money to buy whatever she wanted (everyone had been wowed by the brand new SUV she showed off at the start of the party), and she was Cheer Captain, for crying out loud! Then there was her hourglass figure, her perfect blonde hair, her gorgeous green eyes...

While Vivian was happy with her dark hair and blue-grey eyes, she wouldn't have minded if she could look like Jess, instead of feeling like a twig wearing oversized clothes.

Still, she knew that was just a stupid wish for her to have, something she'd murmur to herself before sighing and getting on with her life. So it was a bit of a surprise when a tingling sensation spread across her body after making her normal wish, before changing to a flare of pain all over her frame, making her scream in shock and in agony. It only lasted for a moment or two as the magic coursed through her, the tingling returning along with the sensation of her body changing.

The first thing that Vivian noticed was her chest, it was hard not to when over the course of a few seconds, her dark sweater went from sitting plainly on her chest to stretching snugly around a large pair of round breasts where before she'd had nothing but 'mosquito bites', as the crueler members of the Cheer Team liked to remind her during gym class. Her arms stopped tingling soon after her breasts did, changing from thin and wiry to slender and delicate, even her fingers were now dainty instead of bony.

Her hips aching was soon replaced by that tingling sensation again, her body changing from a straight line to a full hourglass figure, while the jeans she was wearing creaked a bit at the sudden expansion of her rear. While her ass had been nice, it was nothing compared to Tiffany, Valerie or even Sam, but now she had an ass to die for, the perfect ass she dreamed of with the curvy legs to go with it. Somehow, she had gone from a wiry waif of a girl to a full-blown, big-tittied goth beauty (though she STILL refused to be called that).

Had it hurt like hell to have her whole body be rearranged in a matter of seconds? Oh, absolutely. Was it worth it? Fuck yes, in Vivian's opinion. It was while she was examining her new figure, realizing just what had happened and that yes, those actually are her boobs, when Jessica walked up, smiling at Vivian, no less. And then...

"What did you call me....?"

Sure, Vivian didn't mean for it to sound as cold and guarded as it did, but having Jessica Edwards, the Queen of Eastlake High and the Cheer Captain, call HER 'Mistress'? Something was up...and Vivian needed to find out what. Standing up straight, Vivian hadn't realized until now that she actually had a couple inches of height on the Cheer Captain, but then again, she usually curled up into herself, and never actually stood face to face with Jess. Now was not the time to focus on that, though. Taking Jess' hand, she started heading toward the house, hoping that at least one room in this absurdly large home would be empty for a while.

"Mistress, what're you doing?! Let go of me!" Jessica shrieked behind her, but Vivian didn't relent, walking up to the door before turning to Jess and staring into her bright green eyes (the same green as the emerald in the ring, Viv belatedly realized).

"Is this some sort of prank, Jessica?"

"What?! No, I-" Jessica yelped out, unable to look away from Vivian's glare.

"Then what the hell happened to me?" The dark-haired woman tried to stay calm, but...

"I don't know! Look, Mistress, I just need the ring back, then you can do whatever you weird goths do when you aren't being a total creep!"

... It was very difficult.

With an aggravated sigh, Vivian tugged on Jess' hand again, pulling her into the house and ignoring the complaints from the Head Cheerleader, or the looks she was undoubtedly getting for pulling the Queen of Eastlake like a doll upstairs. Tiffany, the skulking Alice, the Football team members who were getting a game of beer pong going were all just an after-thought...

One thought did get stuck in her head, though. She could hear some people talking about her dragging Jess along, but nobody seemed to think that her new body was in any way strange or out of place. At the top of the stairs was Sam, the one person who absolutely could make her freeze in fear (aside from Brad, but for different reasons).

"Hey Jess, I checked your room, but Kevin ran out the front door, from what Tiff told me. Now...do I need to help you with her?" Sam asked with a pointed glance to Vivian, who gulped quietly before trying to put on her best smile (which wasn't great, but it'd have to do).

"Hey Sam, I uhh, just need to talk to Jessica about something that Kevin tried to do. I'll leave as soon as Monica is ready to go." Viv tried to stay calm, though it was hard to be when Samantha Harris was glaring daggers at her. After a quick glance to Jessica, Sam pointed at Vivian, the dark-haired beauty leaning back a bit from the menacing finger.

"I'll give you ten minutes. You do anything, and I'll make you regret it. Got it?" Vivian nodded frantically, the redhead sending one last glance at Jessica before she started heading downstairs, only to stop as Vivian called back to her.

"Oh, uh, Sam? Do I look...different to you?"

She looked back, her eyes slowly roaming over the goth girl standing there with her arms out, before she shrugged.

"New makeup? I'll talk to you later, Jess."

Ignoring the stunned looks from the two women, Sam kept making her way downstairs. Vivian and Jessica just stood there for a minute or two before Viv remembered what she had come here for and pulled Jess into the Cheerleader's room. The blonde huffed at the indignity of being dragged around everywhere while Vivian closed the window, checked the closet and thought over everything.

"Mistress, just take off the ring, put it in the box, and I swear I-"

"Explain what the hell's going on first, then I'll consider it, since I'm not being a 'total creep' right now." Vivian snapped back, blue-grey eyes glaring a hole into the blonde. The dark-haired woman reached up to her hair and pulled out the clip holding her dark locks in place, letting them tumble down to her stomach and realize that they looked a bit healthier than she remembered it being.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mistress! Just give me the ring, okay?"

The usually quiet girl sighed under her breath, 'tsk'ing and rubbing her forehead.

"I didn't wanna do this... I wish you would tell me everything about this ring." Vivian commanded, sounding as firm as possible, though any anger or frustration she felt melted away as she got a front-row seat to her wet dream.

Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head, the busty blonde groping at her chest while she cupped her aching sex, a visible stain forming on her leggings while she alternated between moaning and explaining everything.

Her mother, the fact that she's a Genie, of all fucking things, how she has to grant the wishes of whoever owns the ring... all while Jessica was rubbing her thighs together with her chest heaving in that tight top. Vivian almost forgot to pay attention to what she was saying, transfixed by the sight before her. After a moment, she shook her head and pulled out her notebook, frantically scribbling down as many details as she could. By the end, she had to switch to a fresh page, letting out her breath when Jess finally finished and she had a chance to go over her notes.

"Masters...genies who grant wishes...a ring that binds you to a Master...or, well, a Mistress I suppose. If I wrote this into a story, nobody would believe it." Vivian murmured to herself, closing her notebook and sitting on the bed, very pointedly covering the hand with the ring on it with her other hand while Jess looked over to her, both their faces completely red.

"Look, Mistress..." Jess looked ready to try again with saying her name, but just sighed and continued on, "Just...give me the ring back, okay? I just wanna go back to being normal, not some..."

"Some freak like me?" Vivian cut in coldly, one dark brow raised as Jess flinched. Hearing the Cheer team cut her down and laugh at her, at Kevin and Simon and Lisa, it had hurt, especially whenever Jess joined in. Maybe it was vindictive of Vivian to say all this now that she had the power, but she'd probably never get another chance to. "You think it's fun hearing you joke about my body with your friends while you pretend you're being quiet? Or about my father, or my friends? Maybe I should use this ring to see how you like it."

The colour drained from Jess' face, looking at the glaring goth girl in horror. "You wouldn't..."