High school yearbook

She pulled out a copy of the high school yearbook. "Here's a blast from the past."

Bryan took it and paged through it, while she got new shoes and socks on. He found her picture and smiled at it. Her stringy hair hung somewhat unkempt beside her face. Her face was cratered with pimples. No makeup. He remembered what she looked like at graduation -- flat-chested and definitely plain.

He looked up at Emily today. Her hair shone in the sunlight coming in the window. Her skin had cleared, and some makeup focused attention on her eyes. Her body was no longer boyishly straight. Her chest had

filled out, and she had round hips and ass. Definitely womanly.

As she leaned over fiddling with her shoes, Bryan got a good look down her cleavage. He smiled as his cock swelled a bit, making his pants tighter.

Then he turned back to the yearbook, looking up his own photo. His glasses were heavy and too geeky, his hair was unkempt, and his skin wasn't clear either, though only a few pimples were visible -- not nearly as bad as Emily's had been. What he could see of his arms in the picture were scrawny.

He glanced in the mirror by Emily's roommate's desk. No acne, hair nicely cut, and contacts. His arms showed some definition from his summer of softball. Not as dramatic a transformation as 'Emily Stringbean', but an improvement nonetheless. Bryan smiled at how they both were more attractive than they had.

"Wow, this is actually kind of scary," he said. "Everyone looks so different."

"Yeah, well, my body finally caught up with me, and getting on acne medication helped a lot. You look good too," she said as she smiled at him. "I'm ready now. Let's go!" She put her arm through his elbow and lead him out of the room.