Autumn Wind

Maria sat their plates down in front of them with a small, complimentary bowl of caramel ice cream. She blew a kiss to Samantha, gave a small salute to Ethan, dropped the check on the table, and left.

"Well, that wasn't too forward at all." Ethan said.

"Well, I wasn't hiding my attraction this time." Said Samantha. "Which, I might add, is at least partially your fault."

Ethan laughed. "Oh, no. I wasn't talking about you." He lifted the bowl of ice cream to show her its contents. Two round and sultry scoops of ice cream sat next to each other like breasts. The caramel color matched Maria's skin tone, and the edible arrangement featured two large chocolate chips; one on the peak of each scoop. Ethan reached in and pulled out a strip of paper with a phone number written on it.

"It seems she noticed your attraction, my fault or not."

In a flash, Samantha grabbed the paper from his hand and placed it in her purse. "Regardless of who's fault it is," she said as she picked up a spoon and dug into the mischievous frozen dessert before her, "I still get to reap the rewards." And she sat the spoon in her mouth, pulling it out slowly and pushing the utensil against her lips.

She moaned a little loudly, though Ethan was unsure if it was because of the ice cream or her lips. But, a moment later when he saw her squirm uncomfortably in her seat, he had to question as to what was causing that. He looked over and smiled at what he saw. The tablet may be within her grasp now, but the changes he'd set in motion were starting to take place.

He leaned over and kissed his friend, confidant, and date, and this time there was no illusion as to what caused the moan that escaped her lips.

-

They finished their dinner quietly and with little event. Ethan chipped away at his lasagna and enjoyed watching Samantha's expressions of ecstasy as she slurped her noodles past her sensitive lips. As he admired her, he spent a moment recollecting how he got here.

He'd never been special. Not really. At the very least, he'd never felt special. He'd slipped through school with mediocre grades. "D's get degrees" is what he used to say, back before he started college, where he discovered he could really enjoy learning from the right teacher.

One teacher in particular had changed his life. Now a friend, his photography professor had invested in him and worked with him to hone his hobby into a monetary skill. He'd spent years learning everything he knew today about his job. The lighting, editing, how cameras worked and how lenses worked at different focal lengths. He'd learned how to frame a face, and what lens to use to get the most of his subject's features. He'd also met Samantha during this time, and their friendship had become something special.

Ethan watched the candlelight sparkle on Samantha's earrings as she shut her eyes and closed her lips around another noodle. The warm light cast small shadows across the contours of her cheek, reflecting off a small bead of sweat at her hairline. Olive oil from her pasta coated her lips as she finished with her noodle, painting them with an inviting and tempting sheen. He watched as if in slow motion as she bit her lip, admiring the contrast of white teeth on red lipstick. Samantha opened her eyes to find him staring at her.

"What?"

"I wish I had my camera."

Her hand slipped into his and she smiled. "You're too sweet."

"And your plate's empty."

Samantha looked down at the dish, which was coated in olive oil, diced garlic and red pepper flakes, and frowned. "Damn."

"Yeah, it looked like you really enjoyed it." He said, chuckling as she smacked at his shoulder. "That really was delicious, though." He noted as he pulled some cash out and slipped it into the folded check. "But if you took any longer with your noodles, I'd be afraid of us missing our movie."

The dainty smartwatch on Samantha's wrist read 9pm. "Crap, you're right. We should go."

Ethan watched as she scooted out of the booth and hopped down a fair distance to the ground. He was reminded that she was now five foot even, (five-two, with her heels on), as he watched her drop down. It was really, really sexy. He was so caught up in her size that he nearly missed the expression on her face when her feet landed on the floor. Samantha's face looked shocked at an unfamiliar sensation.

She's noticed, he thought.

Samantha looked at him, then down, over her shoulder at her rear and her eyes widened in surprise. "How did I not feel that happen?" she said.

"Maybe because of the cushions," he said as he patted the thick, leather seating while stepping out of the booth to stand in front of her.

After a cursory check of her surroundings to make sure no one else was watching them, she placed both hands on her ass and squeezed. Her mouth dropped open in amazement. "This is not a 'handful', Ethan. How did I not feel this?"

He just shrugged and grinned. "I've got no clue, Girlfriend. But I can tell you that it looks great."

"I bet it does," she said, looking over her shoulder again. "You did make sure that my dress would adjust accordingly, right?"

"Well, there was a little checkbox there that said 'MATCH CLOTHING' when I set up the transformation, so I think so."

She nodded and smiled. "This is going to be fun. I've never played around with this setting as much, you know. Even my ex was more of a boobs guy and didn't do this."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm." She nodded and turned to walk away, swaying her hips seductively. After a few steps she paused and waved for him to catch up instead of staring at her ass like a drowning man staring at a life raft. When he caught up she asked him, "Are my hips wider, too?" He nodded, and she pulled him down for a kiss.

"Only by an inch and a half, though."

"When I'm five feet tall, that makes a big difference, Ethan."

"Oh, I know." He winked at her and nodded toward the entrance. "You lead, I'll just admire the view, okay?"

She stuck her tongue out at him and continued on. The lighter fabric of her dress drew a lot of attention to her newfound curves, and Ethan nearly tripped over himself following her out of the restaurant.

Samantha stopped to talk to Maria at the door and Ethan hung back, appreciating the two very different women. The waitress was maybe a little shorter than he was, but not by much. She also had a thicker build than Samantha, with wider shoulders and hips that accentuated the differences in their size. 'Petite' was the proper word for Samantha now, but could never be applied to the curvy specimen flirting with her at the moment. Ethan tried to think of a different word than 'thick', but had trouble and eventually resigned himself to observing the women before Samantha waved to him to follow and headed out the door.

"Take care of that one, hon." Maria said to Ethan as he passed. "She's something special."

"Don't I know it." He winked at her. "And the 'group activity' invite is still open if you ever change your mind."

She rolled her eyes and walked away toward the kitchen.

Holding his jacket tight, Ethan exited the restaurant and met Samantha on the steps. He held out his hand and escorted her down the steps.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"What did Maria say to you?"

"Oh." He smiled. "She just said you were special and threatened to murder me in my sleep if I ever hurt you."

"She did not!"

"No, but I sure felt threatened."

She laughed and placed an arm around his waist. "You're telling me. As small as I am now, I think she could pick me up and walk off with me if she wanted to."

"Now that might be fun to explore sometime." Ethan said. "Imagine you, but four feet tall. I could just pick you up and throw you over my shoulder."

"Now don't go giving me ideas, mister." She laughed as he opened the car door for her. "Remember, you're gonna be getting this end of the deal real soon once we get back to my place." She motioned up and down along her body. "I wonder what you'll look like with hips an inch and a half wider," she teased.

Ethan swallowed, unsure of the proper response. He shut her door and went around to the driver's side. After starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot, he said, "Two inches."

"I'm sorry?" Samantha was adjusting her makeup in the mirror.

"Your hips are probably two inches wider by now."

She stopped, lipstick in hand, and raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean, 'by now'?"

He kept his eyes forward. "Well, you did show me how to set changes to take place over time."

"How big is my ass going to get, Ethan?" she asked, a little flustered.

"Are you upset?"

"Upset? No, I don't think that's the right word. I just had an idea in mind of what this night was going to be like." She put a hand on his shoulder. "I just didn't expect this, is all. Being smaller is one thing. You kind of get used to it after a while. But having a butt like this is different." She squirmed in her seat a little bit. "I feel it every time I move. When I walk, I feel a different sway in my step, and it's a bit disconcerting."

"Well, would you like to stop the change?" he asked. "You've got the tablet, and I wouldn't be upset."

There was a moment of silence before Samantha declined. "No, I think I'm okay with this." She turned back to fixing her makeup in the mirror, pulling out a brush. "That's what relationships are, right? Compromise and communication?"

It was Ethan's turn to pause before asking, "And what exactly is our relationship?"

"Romantic, at bare minimum." She replied without hesitation. "I call you 'Girlfriend' jokingly, but I mean, I'd like to say we're at least boyfriend and girlfriend. Or girlfriend and Girlfriend." She smiled.

"So, then we're dating?"

"We're on a date, aren't we?"

"I know, but I—"

"I know what you meant, Ethan." Pausing to look at him again at a red light, she said, "If you'll have me, I'd like to date you."

Ethan admired the red light on her face, pulling out the rose hues of her lips all the more. He smiled. "I'd like to date you, too."

The light turned green, and they continued on. They were both smiling.

-

"Would you like to go back to your own height?" Ethan asked as they pulled into the theater parking lot. There was a new Marvel movie out, and the place was packed, though Samantha didn't seem to notice. She was busy writing on a small notepad she'd pulled from her bag.

"Hon?"

"Yes?" She said, looking up.

"I asked if you wanted to go back to your own height." There! A parking space.

"Oh." She frowned. "No, thanks. I told you, I wanted to give you a night where you got to be the tall one." Turning her attention back to her notepad, she added on, "You'll have plenty of chances to pay me back."

That didn't sound good. Or maybe it did. He decided to hold judgement on that one as he turned the car off and got out.

It had only been a short drive, but he was excited to see how large his new girlfriend's newer butt had become. Trying for his best poker face, he opened her car door and helped her out. The poker face didn't last long as the first thing Samantha did upon standing up was look at her reflection in the car's side mirror. She patted down her dress, running her hands along the soft material that accentuated her new, wider hips. At only five feet tall, her increased hip size of two and a half inches was extremely prominent.

Sighing, Samantha turned on her heel to face him. With her hand on her wide hip, she asked, "Are you happy?"

"Yes." He said with a grin as he stepped forward for a kiss.

"But are you content?"

"With you? Of course."

She laughed and gave him the kiss he wanted. "Oh honey, you're sweet. But I meant, are you content with all the changes you've made?"

He stepped back, holding her at arms' length and took his time studying her. When she rolled her eyes, he twirled his finger. She played along and gave him a little twirl, making her skirt fly up a bit. "I've got to say, I'm pretty happy with it."

"But not content?"

"Well..."

"Good." She said, handing him her tablet again. "Because this is fun." Hand in hand, they walked toward the box office. "Can I ask a question, though?"

"Of course." He said as he stuck the small tablet into his jacket pocket.

"This isn't weird for you, is it?"

"Well, of course it is, Samantha."

"No, Girlfriend, that's not what I mean." There was another sigh. "I mean, this is kind of kinky, right? There's so many things happening here that could be considered a deal-breaker for any other person."

"I mean, I don't know if I really agree with that. Yeah, it's kinky," he whispered the word into her ear, "but it's fun. And who in their life hasn't toyed with the idea of changing things about themselves?"

"But what about everything else?"

"Like what?"

"Well..."

"Samantha?" He could tell that whatever it was was really stressing her out. Ever since he'd met her, she'd always been the decisive one; very forward and often right.

"You're not put off by me being older than you?" she blurted out.

He went to speak, but she cut him off. "Because there's a lot of guys out there who wouldn't go for a girl five years older than them."

"That's not that long though, Samantha." He could tell that her worry was genuine, but he couldn't understand. "Five years isn't a long time."

"Five years is a very long time when you're twenty-two, Girlfriend." She said.

"Well, I disagree. And I think that answers your question now, doesn't it?" He stopped their walk and caught her eye. "I'm not put off at all. You're gorgeous, smart, smarter than anyone else I know, really. You love things that I love, and you have great taste in food. Trust me when I say I'm on board."

"Well, thank you. I'm sorry, I just get in my own head sometimes."

He pulled her tight and kissed her forehead. "You're perfectly fine." He paused, remembering something. "Shit, I left my wallet in the car."

"It's okay! You got dinner, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to treat you, remember?"

"Forget about it, Ethan." Samantha said. "I've got the tickets."

"Fine, but I've still got the popcorn. Get us good seats, okay?"

"Okay." She kissed him again as he jogged off toward the car. She paused a second to admire his frame as he moved. He had gorgeous legs that she'd like to see more of. Shaking her head, she continued toward the box office.

There was a small line, so she took out her compact and checked out her makeup. On-the-move-makeup-application was a skill she was still working on, and she didn't trust herself. The lady in front of her stepped off toward the doors and she was next in line. She closed her compact, but not before seeing a familiar silver sheen flash across the rim of her irises.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the teen behind the glass asked.

Shit, she thought, what did he change this time? And why right before I have to talk to this guy?

"Uh, yes..." She swallowed. "Yes." Was that her voice? It sounded... different. Higher, maybe? "Can I please get two tickets to..." Shit! What movie did Ethan want to see, again? And why was her voice so fucking high? She looked up at the list of films playing and none of them caught her eye until she fell on IT: Chapter 2. She used to love horror movies, and she hadn't seen the first one, but it was the only one that interested her.

Someone behind her groaned and she made up her mind.

"Two tickets to IT."

"I'm sorry, but that's rated R."

"Uh, okay?"

She and the worker stared at each other for a minute. What was this guy playing at?

"I'll need to see your ID."

"My ID?" she asked, fishing it out. Why would he want that? So what if the movie was rated R?

He took the ID and her credit card from her and seemed to read it before shrugging and handing it back. "Just made the cutoff, nice." He took two tickets and handed them to her. "Theater three is to your left."

"Thanks?" she said as she headed inside. What was up with that guy? She did have to admit, he was pretty cute, though. She giggled at how surprised he'd looked when he saw she was actually twenty-seven. He must have felt stupid.

Wait, twenty-seven? Was that right? It didn't feel right, but she shook it off and waited for Ethan to show up.

She spent the time people watching. Dang, what she wouldn't give for a piece of gum right now. She dove into her purse and, luckily, found one. It tasted like spearmint and felt really, really good against her lips when she went to blow a bubble.

A couple in their late twenties walked inside, and Samantha could feel the guy's eyes on her. Gosh, that feel's so gross. Samantha had never had a thing for older guys. But, she could admit that the rack on his date was nice. Wait, when had she gotten into boobs? That was a newer thing, right?

Just then, Ethan walked up. He had that dopey smile on his face that she loved so much. "Hey, Girlfriend." She said, running up to meet him in a hug, her leg rising just like in Princess Diaries.

"Oh, wow. You're certainly full of energy."

"Oh, I'm just excited for the movie. I haven't seen a good horror in ages! Which is so weird, because I used to love them."

"So, what movie did you decide on?"

"We're going to see IT!"

"What's on second?" he joked.

"What's on second?" she parroted, confused.

"Uh, never mind. Let's just go inside." He gave her that dopey smile again and held the door open for her. She walked past him, carefully putting a little extra sway into her hips. They felt weird, though. Wider. And her ass did, too. That was really weird. Puberty, maybe? She shook her head. No, that should have finished years ago, so why had she even thought of it?

Wait, hadn't Ethan changed her? She remembered something vague about that happening at the restaurant. But, no. That was impossible.

"Ooh! They have a bar here!" Ethan said, running up and grabbing her hand. "Come on, I'll buy." He was surprised when she stopped in her tracks.

"Uh, Ethan?

"Yeah?"

"You know I'm not allowed to drink, right?"

He stared at her quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Like, I'm not old enough." She suddenly looked very small and embarrassed. "I only just turned eighteen."

Ethan froze in place with a look on his face that clearly spelled out the words 'oh shit'.

"And I don't even look it." She said, quietly. "I don't think they'd even let me up to the counter."

"Uh, yeah, no problem, Samantha. Let's just go into the theater, okay?"

An awkward, shy smile crossed her face. "Thanks, Ethan," she said as she sidled up next to him. With a tight grip on his arm, and bouncing in anticipation at the horror movie they were about to watch, she led the way toward their seats.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. What had he done to Samantha? He pulled out the tablet once they got to their seats and quickly opened up the app, hoping they were early enough he wouldn't draw too much attention for having a device out.

He opened up Samantha's CHARACTER SHEET page and reselected the AGE line at the top of it. It currently read 18 YEARS / 0 DAYS. And, apparently, as far as Samantha was concerned she'd just turned eight-fucking-teen!

Shaking off the cold sweat that was gripping him, he checked to make sure Samantha was occupied before surveying the options before him. Maybe he just hadn't checked the right settings? He ran over them again. There were:

NAME: SAMANTHA

RACE: CAUCASIAN

HEIGHT: 5'0" [ADJUSTED FROM 5'8"]

ALIGNMENT: STRAIGHT

AGE: 18 YEARS / 0 DAYS

He reselected the button for her age and looked more closely at the screen. There were a couple options he hadn't noticed when he'd first made the change.

PHYSICAL [X]

KEEP CURRENT CHANGES IN EFFECT? [X]

REGRESSION [X]

MEMORIES [ ]

WARNING! LEAVING THIS UNCHECKED WILL RESULT IN CONFUSION