Chapter 2

Kyle entered Ms. Moran's classroom, clutching the wishbone, and was delighted to see that he hadn't misheard the old battleaxe. If anything could compensate for his missing out on the senior cheerleaders, Erika & Christine certainly qualified.

Christine Saeki had been the perfect little straight laced scholar that her Japanese-immigrant parents wanted her to be when they had started high school. Somewhere along the way to their senior year, though, she had rebelled big time and taken on a California party girl persona, right down to the accent. Recently she had cut off her long black hair, devastating her mother. Kyle didn't really like it either, since he'd always found Christine's hair sexy. No doubt she was failing math class just to piss off her parents. There was even a rumor going around school that she had given her father's business partner a blow job on the night of her 18th birthday to get back at him for giving her savings bonds instead of a car.

She was here now, wearing a schoolgirl's uniform despite the fact that their school had no uniform, especially not one with such a short skirt. She was talking a mile a minute on her cell, frequently punctuating the conversation with exclamations of 'Oh my fucking god!'. She looked up when Kyle entered the room and he smiled broadly at her. Christine rolled her eyes and turned away from him with a dismissive swing of her head.

The other detainee was Erika Jones, an acid-tongued goth chick who claimed she dressed slutty to make a political statement. Kyle suspected that political statement was 'hey, check out my tits and ass' which was a statement Kyle could certainly get behind. She was doodling in her sketchbook when Kyle walked in. She was less dismissive than Christine, but apparently only so that she could insult him.

"What you smiling about?" she asked. "You look like a fucking idiot."

"Oh, I just think this whole detention thing might wind up being funner than I expected," he said, openly ogling her chest.

"Whatever!" she said and went back to drawing a zombie decapitating Ms. Moran.

"No, really, I think we can have some fun with the old bitch," Kyle said. "Maybe we could have some fun together afterwards."

Erika sighed and rolled her eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, Kyle, you're a dork," she said. "I don't do dorks."

"Oh I think you might," Kyle said. "I just wish your tits were bigger."

The little bone throbbed in his hand and Erika's tits swelled up inside her shirt. Her jaw dropped.

"Holy shit!" she said. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Kyle smirked. "I wish you'd just forget that I did anything to you. Your tits have always been big like that. I wish you'd just accept whatever changes I make and not make a big deal about it."

Erika blinked, then looked confused.

"What?" she demanded.

"Oh, nothing," said Kyle, grinning from ear to ear.

"Weirdo," she muttered.

Kyle couldn't help smiling. The power felt great! He turned to Christine, gabbing away on the phone. That hair just really had to go. He wished for her not to notice, then wished her hair to grow, long and sleek, to just above her ass. Kyle grinned. The ass was kind of an anticlimax following the hair, though. He could fix that, and her assflesh swelled and bubbled as she babbled on oblivious. She could use a bit more leg, Kyle thought, and as her legs stretched upward a good five inches, her skirt remained the same length. With the help of her new ass pushing back, her skirt was now obscenely short. She gabbed on, oblivious.