Cloe was walking down the quaint street on a warm summer Saturday afternoon. She was just window shopping, she couldn't afford anything in these high end shops, but she enjoyed looking at all the beautiful things they contained.
She looked in the fashion shop window in front of her, a classic long black dress graced a thin mannequin's frame that flared out in just the right places. Her own frame was thin like the mannequins but she didn't have the curves it did. Her almost flat chest and small hips couldn't fill out the dress in the same way.
Cloe wasn't unhappy with her body, she quite liked it. She had always taken care of herself and many men complemented her beauty. Her long brown hair framed her clean face, which was more the result of necessity than desire. Her job at the restaurant paid the rent and basics but not much else.
The next few shops were more clothing stores, each specializing in slightly different types. She passed each by while only stopping for a short while to admire the wears in each. The next store she came to seemed out of place here, it held an assortment of trinkets and bobbles, a mishmash of items with no discernable theme.
The sign above the window was in blue and gold, a gothic script spelling out "Magical Odds and Unnatural Ends". A sparkle in her eye, she lingered at the window longer than she should have admiring the items on display. She knew she couldn't afford anything in the shop, but a small voice in the back of her mind assured her, 'Just take a quick look inside the store, you don't have to buy anything.'
She opened the door and a bell rang out from above, the shop was chocked full of items from wall to wall. There were several rows, stacked high running the length of the store, with no rhyme or reason to what they contained. She saw several pieces of furniture interspersed with smaller display cases in each. On the walls hung all kinds of different items, from art to small farm implements. Along the bottom of the walls were larger pieces of furniture and more display cases.
The woman behind the counter raised her head from her magazine and smiled. She was older then Cleo, but only by a few years she guessed, maybe in her early thirties. She had lovely blond hair that was lightly curled and rested just above her shoulders. She was wearing a fashionable top that hugged her slender frame showing just a hint of cleavage. Some light makeup and understated jewellery completed her outfit.
"Welcome, have a look around and if you have any questions just let me know."
"Thank you, I will."
Cloe looked above the shopkeeper and noticed the sign, "Shoplifting will not be tolerated!"
She walked through the isles, loosing site of the shopkeeper as she moved behind stacks of items. Even with her heels on, her 5'1' frame didn't stand a chance of getting her high enough to see over everything crammed in to the store.
Near the back she came upon a small display case, in it were an assortment of rings, bracelets and ear rings. Each had a small price tag on them, all of them out of her budget. The voice was back again, 'Just try on that nice bracelet, you can put it back, no harm in seeing how it looks on your wrist.'
She slid open the case, she was a little surprised it wasn't locked, but didn't worry about it. The bracelet that had caught her eye was a thin silver loop of two strands intertwined. It had a floral pattern engraved on it and a small clasp with a tiny chain to do it up.
It was beautiful, it felt almost as if it wasn't there, she lingered a moment admiring it before removing it. As she went to place it back in the case, the voice once more spoke to her. 'Just put it in your purse, no one can see you back here, then you'll have it all to yourself.'
She tried to resist, but the voice always won and she was soon browsing the rest of the store with her prize safely stashed away. She spent several more minutes looking through the items at the front of the store, to make sure the shopkeeper could see her, eventually turning towards the door and leaving.
Cloe went straight home, the buzz of lifting the bracelet still fresh in her mind. She closed the door when she entered her apartment and quickly opened her purse, she took the bracelet out and placed it on her right wrist, closing the clasp after fiddling with it a bit. A broad smile crossed her face, this was always the happiest time for her, the voice was gone for the time being and the satisfaction of getting away with it again always left her with a euphoric buzz afterwards.
She spent the rest of the day alternating between doing simple chores around the apartment and admiring her new possession. When it was time to turn in for the night she was still too excited to go to sleep, instead trying to read for a while, but that didn't help. Instead she found herself looking for another kind of distraction and soon found her hand with the bracelet between her legs, the cool feel of the silver enhancing the pleasure she was providing to herself.
She was soon in the throes of passion, her climax building, without noticing the bracelet was no longer cool, but had started to heat up. As she came all of the energy released in her orgasm seemed to go straight in to the bracelet, a second later being returned to her ten fold. A second orgasm rocked her from the release and without knowing it she called out "Yes mistress!" to her otherwise empty bedroom before falling in to a deep sleep.
******
Waking up the next morning Cloe rolled over and felt something was off. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and groggily walked in to the bathroom, clearing the sleep from her eyes revealed to her what it was. She had breasts, well larger breasts at least. She cupped them in her hands and she raised them up slightly, they were a good C cup now, much larger than her old A cups.
The nipples were hard as well, sticking out from the top of her breasts like little erasers on the end of a pencil. She touched her nipples and found them much more sensitive than before. It was then she noticed the silver bracelet was still on her wrist.
She flipped over her hand and went to remove it, which revealed a second change, her nails were longer as well. At least an inch long now, they were perfectly rounded and strong. In fact, now looking in the mirror and over the shock of her breasts, she could see many changes. Her waist was smaller, her hips a little wider and her flat brown hair was longer and had a slight shine to it.
Overall, she had gone from plain to plain but pretty overnight.
She picked at the clasp on the bracelet with her new nails but it would not come off. She grabbed a nail file and still had no luck. After a few minutes she gave up, but for the first time in her life, the voice in her head came back the very next day. 'If you take it back now, everything will be ok. Quickly, take it back before it's too late!'
She had never heard the voice sound so demanding, almost in a panic. It was strange but she tried to fight it. The voice always got her in trouble and so she fought it down, the voice getting quieter and quieter before disappearing completely.
She went about her day, getting dressed, doing some chores and watching some TV, like she did on most Sundays. She went out and did some grocery shopping and found she attracted quite a few more looks then she was used to, she even had someone she had never met before ask her out to dinner.
