Jim and Sharon burst into Misty's room and stopped dead. Standing in the middle of the room was a woman neither of them had ever seen before. She was probably twenty years old, with full blonde hair halfway down her back, a luscious, rounded figure, and the biggest breasts Jim had ever seen. They were contained, just barely, by Misty's tiny "Whatever" T-shirt, which was now tight enough to show her big nipples and a little bit of bare tit-flesh below the hem, and G-string, now tight across her hips and riding in the crack of her perfect ass.
"Oh my God!" she was saying. "omigod omigod, look what happened to me!" She turned to Sharon and Jim, confusion in her big blue eyes. "Sharon," what's happening she said."
"Misty?" said Jim. Sharon turned to him. "Out," she hissed.
"But --" Jim protested. "Out!" Sharon said. "We'll deal with you later. You and your lingerie."
Jim slunk out. He waited nervously in the hall, trying to hear what was going on in there. What were they doing? And could he get another look at that incredibly hot Misty?
It turned out he could, because the door opened and Misty came out, followed by Sharon. She was still wearing the tiny little T-shirt, and weirdly enough, a silver lame miniskirt and high platform heels. "We're going to the mall to find out what happened to me," she announced. She still sounded exactly like her junior-high self, but then she turned to the slackjawed Jim and smiled wickedly.
Little boys shouldn't get hot for their girlfriend's big sister," she purred, and walked past him.
"Big sister?" Jim whispered to Sharon.
"All her clothes havechanged," Sharon whispered back. She seemed a little stunned. "All of them. They're all like that now."
They turned to watch Misty sashay towards the stairs, her ass swaying. Hallelujiah, thought Jim.
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