Claire remembers the popular girls

Claire remembered the popular girls from before. She envied them with a passion and looked down at the bracelet. Could this thing really make her like them? Make her popular? Pretty? Hot?

She left her house with the bracelet concealed beneath her large hoodie and cautiously walked to the mall. She had seen them there enough times to know that was where she could find them. Sure enough, coming out of Pink was the group of girls. Tiffany, Brittany, and Mary. Claire felt herself pull back once she saw them. The note said she needed to spend time with them and there was no way they would ever allow that. Even with these thoughts, she felt the bracelet pulse and Claire felt a strange confidence. Almost like the bracelet was encouraging her. Egging her on.

With a deep breath, Claire walked up to the girls. "Umm can we help you?" Mary asked. Her voiced dripped confidence and disapproval. Claire would have turned away in embarrassment, but she felt emboldened.

"I uh," Claire stammered. "I was wondering if I could hang out with you guys today?"

The three of them began to crack up. Claire knew they would never accept her, at least not yet. She just needed a good excuse. "There's a creepy guy that was following me and I thought if he saw I was in a group he would leave."

Brittany looked around the mall. "Where is he?" Claire looked, but couldn't find anyone to fit her story.

"It's kind of sad that you don't have a group of friends to actually spend time with," Tiffany said. "Whatever, you can follow us for a bit, but don't think this means we like you."

Claire smiled as the three turned their backs on her. The bracelet pulsed and Claire felt herself naturally matching the girls' posture and walk. She stood up straight, pushed her chest out, walked with an air of confidence. Mary turned around and looked at Claire's face. The poor girl wanted to crumple into a ball, expecting an insult, but was surprised.

"Damn, girl. Do you do your own makeup?"

Claire was stunned. "Yeah?" She asked, not quite following Mary.

"You've got to show me how you did your contour, it's so subtle and sexy!" Mary said inspecting Claire's face. Claire was uncomfortable with the attention, but the bracelet began to pulse again and Claire suddenly felt confident in her makeup. She knew exactly what Mary was talking about and could remember the hours spent watching makeup tutorials in her room.

"It's nothing," she said. "I'd love to show you sometime." Mary agreed and they continued down the mall. Claire couldn't believe it. She knew that she never did more than a few minutes of makeup in her life, but she could also remember devoting hours to it. It was like her memories were slowly being replaced. She smiled her perfectly lined lips. The girls went into a lulu lemon to get some new athletic clothes and Claire followed them in. Brittany gave Claire a pair of leggings and a sports bra to try on.

"Oh I don't know," she said. "It's not really me."

"Oh please, it'll be... interesting to see what's beneath that hoodie. Try it on," Brittany commanded. Claire went into the changing room and saw that the clothes were a few sizes too small for her. She was about to leave when she felt the bracelet and felt a desire to put the clothes on. To her surprise, the clothes fit. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe how good she looked. Her body was lean and curvy from working out. She felt memories of running and doing squats invade her mind. She smiled at herself and went out of the changing room.

"Holy shit!" Mary said. "You've been hiding a body like that under there this whole time?"

"Yeah you might even have a rack better than Brittany's," Tiffany added. Claire looked down, suddenly feeling the sports bra tighten and saw a much more significant amount of cleavage. She brought her hands up to her new breasts in shock. "Alright no need to get all handsy," Tiffany said.

"Sorry," Claire said. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face. It was then that a man walked passed the storefront and saw Claire. He whistled and winked at her and Claire blushed.

"You going to hit that?" Mary asked.

"What him?" Claire asked back.

"Duh? He's so hot."

Claire blushed and felt the bracelet's presence. She grew aroused and suddenly had images of the man pushing her against a wall and fucking her. She excused herself and went to change back. She stared at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the girl who looked back. She was toned, with big breasts, hair turning blonde, and a perfect face of makeup. She started to panic, even as the bracelet vibrated to soothe her.