Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: DIVERGING AGENDAS

“How does my butt look?” asked Rachael, twisting her upper body to get a look at the mirror.

“Really, really good,” replied Amanda, biting her lower lip as she surveyed her friend’s posterior. “That dress looks amazing on you.”

A smile grew slowly over Rachael’s lips as her friend circled her from behind, the statuesque blonde’s eyes appraising as they flowed languidly over Rachael’s new curves. “Okay. I’m going to get it. That’s what summer jobs are for, right? Paying back parents for credit card charges from high-end department stores that will absolutely drive the parental-types completely through the roof? I mean, they did say it was for emergencies, after all.”

“And it is clearly a dire emergency for you to have this dress!” Amanda said, her playfully affected tone of sarcasm giving way to giggles as she finished her ridiculous statement.

Rachael turned, smiling and shaking her head at her friend before falling victim to the contagious nature of the buxom blonde’s laughter.

Still battling bouts of infectious giggles several moments later, Amanda began to browse the racks near the fitting rooms, a long red gown catching her stunning aquamarine eye. She lifted it from the rack, turning it from front to back as her gaze raked the fabric admiringly. Finally, she held it to her voluptuous chest, turning toward Rachael who had resumed admiring her own body in the mirror.

“What do you think?” Amanda said, pursing her lips as she awaited her attractive friend’s reaction.

Rachael tore her eyes away from the hip-hugging dress to find the source of the voice that had addressed her. Her eyes widened as she saw the sexy, low-cut evening gown draped over Amanda’s staggeringly curvaceous body.

“Oh. My. God, Mand,” she breathed, her eyes searching the scarlet fabric as if attempting to match each inch to Amanda’s unbelievable body. “You have to try that one on.”

“And if I like it?” Amanda’s long lashes lowered, narrowing her eyes. “Will it be another emergency?”

“Oh God, yes,” Rachael deadpanned, her beautiful features taking on a stern cast.

Amanda laughed, twirling toward the fitting rooms as if the dress were her dance partner, kicking the door shut behind her with the flimsy flip-flop she’d worn to the mall.

When she came out a moment later, Rachael was so stunned that she could feel her knees wobble.

“Holy fuck!” the young redhead whispered. “That looks completely…”

She trailed off, her shock-addled brain unable to come up with an adjective that could capture the magnitude of the sight before her.

“Amazing?” asked Amanda hopefully, making her way to the three-paned mirror nearby.

Rachael shook her head, still momentarily speechless but knowing that word was inadequate to the task of describing her friend in that dress.

“Incredible?” Amanda tried again, almost to the reflective surface to see what had her friend so riled up.

Rachael shook her head again, a better word struggling to emerge from her rattled consciousness.

“Divine?” Amanda whispered as she saw herself in the dress for the very first time.

“That’s it!” Rachael managed in a raspy voice, a lump having formed in her throat as the fact that her fellow Pygmy’s body had ascended to supermodel-or-better grandeur truly sunk in.

“Rache,” Amanda said softly after a long moment of twisting and turning before her reflection led her to come to the same conclusions about the stratospheric nature of her beauty at which her friend had already arrived. “I actually think this is an emergency. I think that I’ll die of disappointment if I don’t have this dress.”

The sound broke Rachael’s admiring trance, causing her to blink several times before responding breathily, “Yeah…”

A boy walking past punctuated the moment with a clank, his eyes affixed to Amanda’s luscious curves as he walked directly into the steel support column in the center of the store.

The girls looked at each other for a brief moment before bursting into another gasping, teary-eyed series of giggles.

***

Stabbing a long finger at the doorbell, Caley bit her lower lip, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. She had never imagined being able to seduce anyone before, much less a teacher. But with her new stratospheric level of beauty, she was game to try—and pretty sure that she would succeed. She was eager to show off for her school crush and put an end to her virginity in one dangerously naughty act.

Footsteps clomped toward the door, and a moment later, it opened. Mr. Matthews suddenly stood face-to-face with the most beautiful woman alive. She had to be. Dark, thin eyebrows arched above large, sparkling dark eyes. The young woman’s cheekbones were prominent, her nose small, pert, and perfect. Her full, naturally red lips seemed to suck the moisture from his own, causing him to involuntarily run his tongue over their parting surface.

A long, graceful neck led to full, ripe breasts that pressed the mesh of her revealing crop to its absolute limit. Her bare shoulders and upper arms were the perfect balance of athletic muscle and slim, graceful femininity. Her bare stomach was lined by smooth, etched abdominals. Her hips swelled outward from her diminutive waist in an elegant arc of firm, supple perfection. Her skimpy sarong left her right leg bare to the hip, showing off its shapely, slim flawlessness.

As his awestruck gaze rose to meet Caley’s mischievous eyes, she stepped forward and kissed him deeply on the lips. His eyes widened even further in astonishment.

“Hi, Mr. Matthews,” Caley spoke in a sultry voice, releasing the kiss, confidence born of physical perfection practically oozing out of her as she lowered her eyelashes seductively. “I hope that you don’t mind. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

He just gaped at her, his lips twitching as if they had just experienced an electric shock.

“Besides, I owe you that and a lot more,” she continued, her eyes intense as they remained glued to the man she was determined to use her newfound beauty to land. “Since I wouldn’t have any of this…” she motioned downward over the curvaceous lines of her statuesque body. “Without you.”

Mr. Mathews continued his fish-out-of-water act, his mind still processing that overwhelming kiss.

“I know that it might be a little difficult to recognize me,” the girl continued, a half-smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “But I’m Caley.”

That revelation finally snapped him out of his stupor. “Caley? But… how?”

“I was tired of being small and mousy and dull and… and… I just wanted to be pretty! Things went wrong, but then I remembered what you said about taking action when you’re feeling helpless. And it worked! God, did it ever work!” she said, cheeks flushed, eyes glowing radiantly.

Mr. Matthews’ shoulders drew back, his posture becoming more commanding as the fact that the beautiful girl before him was a student began to fully sink in.

“And I became beautiful. Even more beautiful than my friends. You see, my friend’s brother, Chad, invented this weird blue stuff that...” Caley continued excitedly, blurting out her whole afternoon in a torrent of childish enthusiasm and gratitude. She didn’t seem to realize that the spell she had woven with her revealing clothing and the unexpected forwardness of her kiss was quickly fading, the object of her affection clearly regarding her as merely a student rather than an object of desire. Caley’s entrancing aura was diminished with every meandering phrase of her youthful ramble.

“Are you alright?” Mr. Matthews said as the sexy student before him finally ended her stream-of-consciousness spewing. The man had fully entered teacher mode now that he realized he was dealing with a needy student, not the woman of his deepest, darkest sexual fantasies.

“Of course I am. Don’t I look alright to you?” Caley protested, her expression confused, thrusting her chest out in too-obvious-to-be-enticing fashion. The act only served to further diminish her appeal.

“Caley, I am glad that you’re grateful, I’m also pleased that you took my advice to heart.” He spoke as if he were addressing a classroom, his voice firm, his pace pedantic. “But you’re my student! Kissing me simply isn’t an acceptable way to express yourself.”

“But, Mr. Matthews...” Caley whined, sending the man slipping away from her but not knowing what to do. Desperately, she continued, grabbing his hand with both of hers, her eyes as pleading as they were desirous. “...I want to do so much more than kiss you!”

“Now, Caley. Let’s talk about this at school. It’s also not appropriate for you to be here, at my house.”

“But I’m eighteen! I can do what I want!” Her desperation and petulant words only served to break her fraying enchantment entirely. “We can do what we want!”

“Young lady,” her teacher began, patting her hands. “I’m not sure what is going on or how you changed so much, but I can’t do this with you. As beautiful as you are, that’s just not who I am. I’m sorry.”

With that, he closed the door.

Caley stood there, shocked, stunned, and hurt. Here she was, maybe the most beautiful girl in the world. And she still couldn’t have what she wanted. Tears began to stream down her face. “It’s not fair,” she pouted. “It’s SO not fair.”

Then she remembered Mr. Matthews’ words, now her personal mantra. Action would fix this. Sadness slowly transformed to anger this time, a smouldering flame fueled by rejection.

She. Would. Have. What. She. Wanted.

As she wandered aimlessly away from her teacher’s house, her outrage at being rejected continued bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She would get her revenge. She would grow so beautiful, so unbelievably sexy that no red-blooded man could resist her. Hell, she would grow so devastatingly gorgeous that no woman could resist her. A sinister smile accompanied the thought, as she imagined seducing even her traitorous friends. And she had a plan for just how to do it.

Caley composed herself and started walking with purpose, her beautiful features hardening. It was time to see Chad again.

***

Two hours and two thousand dollars later, Rachael wriggled into a tight pair of Zellas, enjoying the sound of air whooshing into Amanda’s lungs as she clapped her hands together.

“Holy shit, Rache, that new ass of yours totally fleekifies those yoga pants.”

“You think?” The ginger-haired bombshell asked, releasing the elastic band at the top of the pants, letting it snap against the toned muscles of her lower abdomen as she turned to look at her friend.

“Omigod, girl. Totes!” said Amanda admiringly, extending her hands to her friends shoulders to turn her 360 degrees for the full visual experience. “You look amazing as fuck!”

“As good as you in that Jessica Rabbit dress of yours?” asked Rachael with a mischievous flash of her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Rache. No one in anything looks as good as I do in that dress, though it might look even better if I tear out the padding in the chest to make room for these,” Amanda shot back, cupping her impressive breasts with a laugh.

Rachael smiled, turning to take a look at herself in the mirror. “Another emergency?”

Amanda nodded vigorously.

“I’m so going to die when dad sees the credit card bill,” said Rachael, her pleased expression belying her concern.

“And it will be so worth it!” said Amanda, yanking another outfit off the rack with a flourish.