"What? You know I wouldn't make fun of you, Sharon. Really, it's amazing how well you move in those things. I bet even Candace couldn't move as well as you do in those, and she can do that toe thing. You know, the one from Ballerina school." Jim might not know dance terms, but he knew what he saw, and Sharon was definately good at walking around in those shoes. "Of course, that's not what I meant to say, so aparently the shoes work. I can't lie to you."
Sharon blinked. She couldn't walk in the shoes a moment ago, and Jim obviously meant to lie. So what had happened? It warranted more tests. "Well, we need to try again. Maybe you should lie about something else. Something obvious... like... how about th..."
"You easily have the largest tits I've ever seen in my life," commented Jim before his eyes glazed over. Sharon wanted to topple, but she was too good at walking in her shoes. Afterword, she wanted to smack Jim. Hard. "And... you definately aren't an A cup... It's no good Sharon, I can't lie. Wierd. We should definately take these to the foyer."
Sharon gramaced. Her blouse was now overloaded with a pair of breasts that simply weren't found in nature. "I was going to have you tell me about that bed," she commented with a chin point toward a moldy old matress stained with years of disuse. "As it is, I think it's about time you told me how athletic I am."
Jim nearly laughed, "Sharon? Athletic. I don't know..." His eyes glazed for a moment again. I suppose you could be athletic." Sharon felt her body tighten a bit, as if something had changed. Jim started to come to again, "Well, I mean, I love watching you jog and all, and I suppose you're good at sports, but there's no way you're traditionally athletic with those... what did you say they were, triple H cups?"
Sharon wanted to smack Jim upside the head, hard, as her breasts swelled out ever so slightly. Aparently Jim's memory wasn't accurate about her former size. Well, it was now. And she could feel muscles in her body, but her chest... It was obviously going to take a lot to get Jim to say the right lies to her, what with his being Jim and all. "Hmmm... How about if I wrote a list of things to say down to test. You could read them, and that would be proof?"
Jim shook his head amusedly, "Well... maybe after we get them upstairs. We could get Brad and Rick to try. Kind of proof. I mean, it doesn't really prove much if I can't lie... Hell, you could always tell when I was lieing anyway... Still..." Jim looked thoughtful. "I guess we can go back upstairs and see what the others have found... Lie detector shoes aren't really the strangest thing we could find, though. I mean, this is Hill House. It's full of all sorts of strange things, magic devices, and other fun stuff just waiting to be found." Sharon wanted to smack herself over the head. She should have taken the shoes off before Jim's mouth ran away with them. Almost instantly the overall condition of the house improved due to the residual enchantments. The room they were in was no longer worn down, but like new and draped in silks, black mostly, with candles that could have been purchased just last week. Sharon plopped herself on the bed to get the shoes off before Jim could say anything else. She was unfortunately a little too late, "Is that a tattoo? It is! Sharon, when did you get a tattoo on your ass?"
Sharon bit her lower lip as Jim's bad eyesight resulted in her body's alteration just as surely as his attempt at a lie had. "Just recently," she spat through gritted teeth. She wondered how she was going to explain that to her mother, let alone the sudden change in bra size...
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