He makes her his ideal American woman (pt. 1)

"Fuck you," she said. It was the first time she'd ever sworn in front of him. Both Curtis and Julianna were watching Abdullah slowly reaching for the Stone, as if afraid to be caught.

"Tell me what he's doing," Curtis commanded.

"Fine. First he's going to test it out. He's making me more crass," she said. The boy put a finger on the underside of it and seemed to drop out of the conversation for a second, likely to try to think about what he wanted to change. Younger Julianna seemed to say something, and when he didn't respond, she snapped her fingers at him, impatiently. He looked up, shocked. Sheepish, he responded. As they talked, he stared at her, weighing her every word.

"Why?" Curtis asked.

"Because he fucking felt like it." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, I think he liked that I'm American and he liked bold women. He'd probably never heard a woman cuss before, in English or Pashto. Maybe his Mom."

"Huh. I come in here to make my boss hot and probably fuck her, and I end up learning something. Wild. What'd he do next?"

"Give me a second, Prick," she said. "I can only go as fast as we did. We were talking about America, because he was fascinated with us, and especially the way we dressed. He said he'd snuck into a movie theater, where he saw some old James Bond movie, and he really liked the women in it. I told him that it was England in the movie, but he seemed to think they were basically the same or some shit. Anyway, he was really into how skimpy clothes were in American movies and also he kept going on about workout clothes. I guess he saw a women's tennis match on TV and kept it in his spank bank." On screen he was reaching for the Stone again. "He's about to make me dress like one of those bitches full time."

Sure enough, as Abdullah reached for the Stone on screen, the present Julianna changed as well. The one sitting next to Curtis was in a much more up-to-date version of the outfit: a blue crop-top and small skirt, while on screen the woman was dressed in a white dress, with a scandalously short skirt for the time and country. Curtis reflected on his time working at the Museum, and how he'd always thought his boss' outfits were out of place, as if she were just getting back from a run. Even her formalwear looked like she was ready to exercise, even if she'd have been the classiest person on the tennis court. It looked nice on her, but he had a feeling the boy had greater plans in mind. On the screen, Abdullah's jerked his hand back from the Stone in shock, but recovered his composure when Julianna wasn't acting like anything was out of the ordinary.

"After he did that... Well his words changed how I'd always dressed, so I didn't get how he was fucking with me. It's weird that I remember that, but I also remember dressing normally the rest of the time. Anyway, we kept talking about what kinds of girls he liked. He confessed that his main fascination with America was American women. He'd watched women's sports in the Olympics and they looked so healthy, and so beautiful." The man carefully slid the cushion closer to himself, bringing the Stone near enough to be able to touch it more surreptitiously. "First he made me stronger," she said.

Curtis was watching her, and the moment she finished speaking, he saw her body firm up, losing what little fat it had. Well defined muscles outlined her body. The other thing he noticed, though was that she was breathing heavier, with her eyes glued to the screen. A flush began to appear in her cheeks.

"He liked that I was so athletic, but that wasn't enough. The fucking pervert needed more."

"What did he need," Curtis coaxed.

"He needed tits. I bet he'd never seen real tits in his life, and he wanted mine big enough to stretch out my dress. Too chickenshit at that point to make me show him my tits, so instead he just made them bigger to compensate." Curtis watched as she unconsciously rested her new breasts on the table in front of her. It was so hot for him the way she didn't even realize she was doing it; how she immediately had habits about her tits from years of managing them. Her crop-top grew to match them, and he was excited to see the gap between the bottom of the top and her stomach, as if the shirt was simply draped over her tits.

"Should have known he was a boob man. You like the looks you get if you don't wear a bra, right?" Curtis said, impatience getting the better of him. Her breasts dropped some, but apparently Abdullah had some kind of shape in mind when he grew them out. Her nipples pressed into the fabric, and he could make out the shape of each one. He had to hand it to the guy: he'd given her a fantastic rack.

"Hey, you're making me change things now, the least you can do is let me do it," she said, sharply. "Where was I? Oh right, so he was a real pussy, and backed off a little at that point. Still, he spent the entire time with his eyes glued to my chest. I think he noticed that I noticed, because he needed to cover his tracks. He figured that, if I had a higher libido, I wouldn't mind a guy ten years younger than me staring at my boobs. So that's what he did next. He made it so that I had a ridiculously high libido."