This was a surprise for her.
Contemplating at her desk, the young lady looked at the assorted work that been laid out on it. The girl was dressed in a simply purple tank top and light blue jeans. She casually brushed back her short brown hair while her green eyes studied the work.
Aeron heaved a sigh of relief. All of her homework was now finished. She gave a courtesy look over but everything was in order and completed. That responsibility out of the way, Aeron had the rest of her weekend free.
This put her in a bit of dilemma.
Her parents were gone for the weekend so Aeron had the whole house to herself. But there were no chores or anything that needed to be done. Even her work as a writer was stalled since she had already turned in the manuscript to her editor earlier this week. So she was still waiting for feedback before she can do anything about that too.
Put it simply, Aeron had nothing to do for an entire weekend.
Getting up from her chair, she briefly stretched out before she headed to the kitchen. Just maybe she could find something to snack on and consider her options.
This was an unusual circumstance for Aeron. She usually was fairly busy balancing her schoolwork with her writing. Because she did not participate in other school activities, these two were sufficient in keeping her occupied. Now she was a bit of loss on what do with her sudden free time.
Pausing down the hallway while she glanced at a mirror, Aeron did not know what to do. But there was someone she could imagine would never be at lost about things like this.
Pearl Kingsley, the fictional character behind Aeron’s success as a writer. The books about the story of Pearl had caught the attention of many readers and afford Aeron a lot of royalties. Pearl was someone quite different then Aeron, so might consider Aeron admire Pearl as a sort of ideal.
But Aeron shook her head at the thought. Such thinking was foolish, Aeron knew deep inside she could never truly measure up to her creation. There was simply no way, someone as dull and plain as Aeron could be as beautiful and outgoing as Pearl.
To add insult to injury, Aeron had even found herself with an ironic curse. For reason she did not understand, Aeron would inexplicitly transform into Pearl. But to become such a person brought no relief to Aeron since at that time her personality would be subsumed by her creation. This Pearl completely oblivious to the situation would go off without a care to what was happening.
But even despite that resentment, Aeron knew that Pearl would not be stumped like this. Pearl would definitely find something fun and exciting to do unlike Aeron who best idea right now was to go get a snack.
About to turn away from the mirror and continue onward to the kitchen a strange sight caught her eyes making Aeron stop. It was a bit strange, but Aeron had to look a bit closer to notice it looked like a strand of her hair was sticking out strangely. While Aeron did not keep her hair as groomed compare to other girls it was certainly not messy enough like it did right now.
The hair strand seemed just a bit off.
A nagging thought crossed her mind about this, but Aeron ignored it. She instead studied the strand poking it with her finger, before she noticed the rest of her hair was starting to look slightly fuller and thicker. Not that it seemed to be growing larger, at least Aeron did think it would but while she studied her reflection it did appear that her hair was becoming unruly. She wondered if maybe the eyes were just tired from earlier and playing tricks on her, but a part of her suspected something else. There was another answer to all this, but it was one Aeron was hesitant to admit.
Even if Aeron did not want to admit it, that had no effect on what was happening before her.
Almost as if to mock her reluctance to accept what was happening, the unruly strand of her hair that stood out in the first place started to change. She watched in the reflection the brown coloration slowly drained from the hair strand replaced with a platinum blond. Green eyes opened wide at the sight of the change and she grabbed at the strand to pull it in front of her gaze.
Gazing in shock at the pale strand of hair, Aeron knew this hair was not natural to her. But it was natural to Pearl. At the same time she could feel the brushing of hair against the nape of her neck and shoulder.
Turning back up to her reflection she could no longer deny her hair had definitely grown thicker and longer in volume now reaching down her bare shoulders. Even more she could see more of her hair starting to lighten into the same platinum blonde. At the moment, it looked like Aeron had placed numerous blonde highlights across the hairs but she knew eventually all of her hair would share the same platinum blonde luster all over.
There was no denying it. Aeron knew the curse had started again. And again, she was at a loss at what had caused it. She only had the sinking feeling that soon she would be replaced in both body and mind with her own fictional creation. A part of her protest about the abruptness of the change onset, but Aeron could only sheepishly note that at least Pearl would find something to do with their sudden free time.
Resolved to simply let the change continue to unfold, Aeron took the opportunity to simply observe her reflection while it continued. Though the changing hair was most noticeable part that she could see, Aeron knew there was far more that needed to happen before it was over. Though the hair length was steadily growing down her back, it was not the only thing growing. She felt it first in a strange discomfort in the stomach, but then it spread out all over.
Aeron let out a startled gasp at the sensation of her body starting to grow. Pearl was much taller than Aeron so she had some catching up. It was a strange feeling for Aeron to feel herself getting taller at how her entire body was inexplicitly growing to match the height. This unfortunately put a strain on her clothing which could not compensate for the difference. The bottom of her tank top was creeping up her stomach thanks to her growing height. Below her jean cuffs too were climbing up her legs too.
This meant Aeron was showing a lot more skin then she would ever be comfortable and she blushed slightly in embarrassment. But that only highlight another change that was appearing to make her more like Pearl. The hair was not the only reason Pearl got her name from, but also her skin tone too. Contrasting against her flushed checks, the skin became noticeably paler to almost be considered whitish. The sensation was a strange pickling one for Aeron as if something was brushing against her entire body while her changing pale skin finished.
Already Aeron could feel the pinching bite of the straps of her tank top and sides of her jeans thanks to her new height. She had considered perhaps trying to take them off, but found it was hard to move her body while the change was still coursing through her. Already she could see her hair had finished growing and even shifting in style into something more suitable of Pearl. The hair parted and shined with a luster that Aeron knew she could never possess and secretly envied.
But she had little time to consider that thought when she felt a definite tug from the front of her chest. That was what she remembered that Pearl too was noticeably bustier then Aeron who had barely modest bosoms. But Pearl had far more obvious and sizable with a cleavage that easily could drown eyes in their depth. Thank she was not wearing a bra. Aeron could only gasp at the feeling of her chest pressing forward against the front the top. The straps protested greatly digging into her pale skin while the front pushed outward allowing Aeron to see the developing cleavage that was now showing.
It seemed immodest for her to stare at her own body like this, but thankfully another sensation down below gave her reason to look away. Pearl had quite a fantastical curvaceous figure and now the body was changing to match. Aeron winced with embarrassment at the sensation of her rear starting to push out while her hips started to flare. The tightness of her jeans was too much and it was discomforting relief when the buttons and zipper popped open. Even some of the seams on the side started to split to grant her some relief from the tight pressure down below, but not enough to make her awkwardly aware of the tightness.
Trying to compose herself, Aeron could not as she felt her entire body tingle like a thousand needles were poking at her. She cried out in feeble protest and closed her eyes shut. All over she felt it, while her body finished the last minute details of changing her body into something far more luscious then it was before. Her face molded into a prettier shape with several freckles emerging across her cheeks that only serve to compliment the beauty of her skin and hair.
And while her clothing were now stretched and torn in parts all over her body that pained her, the feeling was washed away by euphoria of pleasure that engulfed her. All of Aeron’s worries and discomfort seemed to vanish away. Instead she was filling with a heady sense of pleasure and liberation that send of her adrift as she lost herself in it.
The changing figure seem to lose all semblance of stress and instead was replace one of extreme contentment as her arms hugged beneath the sizable bosoms and a smile cross her face. Slowly the eyes opened to reveal the bluish eyes of someone quite different.
Pearl Kingsley let out a happy smile to behold her reflection. Giving herself a wink, Pearl was happy to see herself looking as how she always remembered. It was then she noticed how painfully tight her clothing were, but she merely shrugged it off. She just needed to change her clothing and that would be it. There was so much fun to be had and Pearl was ready to go find it.