My shoulders hurt. Actually, my back hurts more.

 

I took Clara’s offer to hang out more during the school day. However, other than our first aid and P.E. classes, we don’t really see each other during the day. Well, except during lunch. It’s just…I usually sat in a classroom with a teacher, in the corner of the courtyard, or in some closet somewhere.

 

It’s a rare sight to see me in the cafeteria, much less with the various club and team captains. Well, not that anybody would notice me anyway. Nobody raised a fuss when I came in here to stalk.

 

Apparently, if you become some kind of school captain or authority, like part of the student council, you are required to take a leadership class. That means that the guidance counselors had to line up their classes, and it ended with most of them having the same lunch time.

 

Oh, and, uh, they’re all silently judging me. They’re not being open about it, but I can tell they’re definitely wondering why Clara invited a nobody like me here. It’s not like they even know we’re dating; it’s more like they think I’m some introvert Clara adopted.

 

Partially true.

 

I still need to have that talk with my mom about my…date. She came back that night and Sunday night even more haggard than normal. Even to the point where I’m not sure she’s even changed clothes over the weekend.

 

So, now, I’m surrounded by some pretty hot girls. And by pretty hot, I mean I want to take them to bed and have them scream my name. However, I’m also fighting the burning anxiety within my gut, and that’s taking a lot of effort, so I can’t really absorb the images of some talented beautiful women right now.

 

…Upon retrospect, it appears that Confident Swagger doesn’t work if I’m not actively moving. An oversight, it would seem.

 

So, Clara’s sitting on my right, chatting up her friends, attempting to deflect attention away from me. And it works! Mostly. The only other person that isn’t paying the majority of their attention to me would be the person on my left: Grace Cooper.

 

She’s captain of the swim team, and a nice light tan to match. I bet if I looked under her shirt to look at her A-cup breasts, then I’d see a clearly defined tan line. Hmm. Maybe some taut muscles, too? A girl can hope.

 

She’s wearing a normal school outfit, with only minor additions. For example, she’s restitched the seams completely with golden and silver threads, outlining her…curves. Or the lack thereof… I mean, not one to discriminate. I’d still like to suck on them regardless of size.

 

Sex in the locker rooms…with the steam…maybe in the showers. It’d be a dream. A sweaty, heavenly, meaty dream. After some time, I could probably convince the two of them into a threesome. Wouldn’t that be nice? Eating out two beautiful women in the shower.

 

I can almost taste them now…

 

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After school, I find myself in the library. The librarian, Ms. Knight, said she gets out hours after us, so I could take all the time I needed. Speaking of…

 

[ Name: Rebecca Knight

  Age: 29

  Height: 5’ 8”

  Cup size: C

  Hair Color: Vivacious Ginger

  Eye Color: Sea Green

  Clothes:

            Black Foam Push-up bra

            Black lace panties

            Black silk stockings

            White pencil skirt

            White buttoned blouse

            Beige 3” High heels ]

 

All of that seems nice… And just a cherry on top, her hair is super frizzy, almost like it’s constantly near a static balloon.

 

Hmm. Maybe later. When I’m ready to go for the full adults…

 

Anyway, apparently, the library does have books on biology and anatomy. And! A book on colorblindness. With Ms. Knight, I can barely tell the difference between her hair and eyes, but if I can adjust my cones to see more pigments…then…I can view the world in its full glory.

 

Altering the cones shouldn’t take too much energy. It’s the precision I’m worried about.

 

Well, I either live and get to see red and green, or I lose the ability to see forever. Hmm…could be worse.

 

Let’s do this! Trust in the magic!

 

The warmth fills my eyes, slowly becoming a slight cool around the cores of them. I focus that energy on the cones, trying not to rub my eyes as they increasingly become itchier. Is that a word? I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m crying.

 

Am I? Or am I bleeding? These are all excellent questions. Not really important right now though.

 

Then, it ends. I blink. Glance over at Ms. Knight. I can see some difference between her hair and eyes now, but something tells me it’ll be a few weeks for the effects to take full effect.

 

[ Level up! Minor Body Manipulation – Lv. 1 has become Minor Body Manipulation – Lv. 2 ]

 

Ugh. Okay. Note to self: bodily modification sucks ass.

 

I flop down, faceplanting in the anatomy book, feeling 500 pages of information cushion my fall. Huh, 500 pages… I wonder if there’s anything else of use in here.

 

…

 

…

 

…Oh. OH! Huh. Genitalia. Male and female. Makes me wonder… Do I want kids? Maybe. Probably. Down the line, I mean, I’m still in school. I have grades and stuff to worry about. Though, isn’t a child just a mixture of XY chromosomes. Could Body Manipulation combine X and X of two females? Who knows?

 

There might be multiple paths for a child to be made when magic is involved…

 

Maybe some modifications to my chemical makeup. More adrenaline in emergencies; perhaps increase stamina in other ways. Last as long as I want in bed. Especially if I can actually get as many girlfriends as I want...