Xmas story trade

I thought that since it was going to be another day or two until I can post the next part of "A Perfect Match, Every Time" I'd post the other half of the Christmas story exchange I participated in this year. 

In a nutshell, my request had been for a woman to transform while protecting a group of people she cared about. I gave a couple of examples, one being a group of women are accosted by a tough biker and one of them stands up to him and turns into a biker herself. In my mind I was thinking she'd become a female biker, but I am happy with how it turned out. 

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by CW Tyger

The first day of summer was an excellent excuse for Marsha and her friends to go shopping.  Truth be told, any excuse was an excellent excuse for them to go shopping.  They’d never needed a good reason other than having money to burn since they’d met in college and discovered their common love of consumerism.  They’d had absolutely nothing else in common other than blonde hair and brown eyes, but as long as they could hang out at the mall and increase their already sizable wardrobes, that didn’t matter to them.

“Check this out!” she bragged to her three friends as she showed them the brand new bikini she’d purchased.

Tiffany wrinkled her nose.  “It’s ugly,” she finally managed to say, averting her eyes from the loud disaster in Marsha’s hands.

“Yeah, I know,” Marsha confessed.  “But look at how little it leaves to the imagination.”  She held it up to her ample chest; although she’d hidden it in a sweater, her bosom was still prominent.  The bottoms were little more than a string that seemed to disappear when she similarly modelled it over the faded jeans she wore.  It was very clear that the bikini would only cover certain strategic parts.  “They’d knocked 90% off and I just had to have it.  I think I’m going to wear it to next week’s pool party and accidentally leave it behind.”

The girls knew what she meant by “accidentally” and that she probably wouldn’t care enough to want it returned.

“It looks like they’d knocked 90% of the fabric off as well,” Jessica said.

“I feel sorry for whoever you blind with that thing,” Ursula commented.

“Well, it’s going to be on the floor soon enough anyway,” Marsha responded.  “Out of sight and out of mind!”

The girls made several purchases and showed them off in turn, each one expressing their approval of the price tag and yet agreeing that the purchases themselves were terrible, albeit useful in their own limited ways.

And so it went for the entire afternoon.  The quartet raided all the clothing stores and a few that catered to their own interests.  That evening, as they were making their way back to their car, Marsha was still gushing about the teddy bear she’d bought for herself.

“Don’t you have a room full of those?” Ursula asked.  It was less that she didn’t remember and more that she thought she was reminding Marsha.

“Of course I do,” came Marsha’s response.  “But this one is extra special adorable, don’t you think?”  She held him up so he was facing the rest of the group.  “I think he’ll be the centrepiece of my collection!”

They heard the sound of mocking laughter nearby and as one, turned to see where it was coming from.  A group of bikers had parked nearby and were egging on their leader, who called out to them, “Hey!  You, the hot bitch holdin’ Teddy.  Wanna ditch the toys an’ come play with a real man?”  His friends all laughed as one punched his shoulder.

Jessica sounded as unimpressed as she looked.  “He’s not seriously talking to us, is he?”

“I think he’s talking to me,” Marsha said, bemused.  “He’s not my type.  Too much Duck Dynasty, not enough Chris Pratt.  Come on, girls.  Let’s just ignore them.”

They had barely turned their backs when they heard another cat call.  “Where’re you goin’, ladies?  That bear can’t satisfy in bed like I can.”

Marsha rolled her eyes but gave no other reaction as she reached their car.  The only girl to react was Ursula, who showed the bikers her middle finger.

That pissed off the leader, who shouted at them, “Fine.  Run back to the safety of your kitchen.  Probably too afraid to be within five feet of a strong and desirable man like me.”

Marsha stiffened.  Tiffany reached towards her and said, “It’s okay, ignore them and go.  Once we’re out of this parking lot, they won’t matter.”

But the gauntlet had been thrown and Marsha had a fire in her eyes.  Something had to be done about the bikers and it had to be done now.  Since Tiffany’s hand was outstretched, she set down her bags and gave her stuffed toy to her friend.  “Here, hold my bear and watch this.”

The leader of the bikers was pleased to see her approach and smirked when he saw the fire in her eyes.  “Women are like horses,” he liked to say to his friends.  “You just gotta break them in and they don’t give you no trouble no more.”

He liked to say a lot of things, but before he could get word one past his lips, Marsha laid in on him.  “You.  You think you can just whistle at a girl and she’ll kneel at your feet and worship you like the Adonis you obviously think you are?  Yeah, I’ve seen your type around.  More facial hair than a cat can cough up and so many tattoos it’s hard to tell what your real skin colour used to be.”  It didn’t seem to bother her one bit that he was a head taller than her.

Her friends started to follow her but as soon as she got in the biker leader’s face, they stayed back.  “Marsha, let’s just go.  They’re not worth our time,” Tiffany called out.

Meanwhile, the bikers didn’t take kindly to Marsha’s attitude.  “You’re not going to let this bitch talk to you like that, are you, Mitch?” one of them said.

“What, your gang does all your talking for you?” Marsha continued, cutting the leader off again before he could speak.  “Are you even the leader of this outfit?  Go on, take charge!  Say something, I dare you!”

But any anger in Mitch’s expression melted away to surprise as he gestured to Marsha’s face.  “Uh, lady, I didn’t know you were one of those bearded freaks.  I don’t want no trouble, okay?  I didn’t mean nothing.”

“Oh, so I’m not good enough for you now?” she rose up on her tip toes so that she was standing nose to nose to him.  “Funny, you had no problem with me a moment ago.”

“Marsha, something’s very wrong,” Jessica called out.  “Tiffany’s right, we should go before something happens.”

“Why is her voice deepening?” Ursula wondered out loud.  “Is she doing that?”

Mitch could only stare as a full beard finished growing in on Marsha’s face.  That was freaky enough as it was, but then his gaze travelled up to her blonde hair.  It was shorter than it had been a moment before and it was shortening further with each moment.

This wasn’t stopping her tirade, though.  “I suppose I should be grateful you’re not staring at my breasts, but I expect eye contact when I’m talking to someone!”

Naturally, the biker gang all looked down at her breasts, having been reminded that they existed.  Or were supposed to exist, anyway; one of the bikers suddenly exclaimed in astonishment, “Her damn tits are gone!”

Even though they couldn’t see her face and chest, Marsha’s friends couldn’t ignore that she had much shorter blonde hair now and as they watched, they noticed she wasn’t standing as tall on her tip toes as she had before.  Yet it wasn’t that she was lowering herself, she was somehow getting taller.

Perhaps emboldened by her growing stature, she said, “I reckon that I can lead this gang a lot better than you could.”

Her friends exchanged looks.  “Reckon?” one of them mouthed.  They looked back in time to see Marsha’s sweater shift itself into a leather jacket with a custom logo on the back that said “Field Marshall” and her jeans develop holes.  Struck speechless by what was happening, they were helpless to do any more than watch as whatever invisible force was reshaping Marsha did its work.

Even the biker gang was speechless as their leader received a dressing down from the woman he’d harassed.  Marsha was now as tall as him and relished the opportunity to look him straight in the eyes.  As her arms thickened with newly formed muscle, she finished Mitch off with one final attack.  “In fact, I don’t see why you’re our leader at all.  I dunno why I didn’t see it sooner, but you’re a pussy.  You’re the pussiest member of our gang.  You never stood up to me tonight, you just look at me dumbly like,” she opened her mouth and went, “duhhhhhhhhh.  I think we all know how much you’re compensatin’ by ridin’ that bike o’ yours.  You’re just a pussy pretendin’ to be a one percenter.”  She then sneered and grabbed Mitch’s bike as if it was her own.  “Let’s get outta here, we wasted enough time already.”

As Marsha got on the bike and turned around, her friends could see the full extent of her changes.  Her thicker, stronger body, her missing chest and the telltale bulge in her jeans, even her now prominent Adam’s apple all pointed to their friend no longer being Marsha, perhaps instead the name Marshall emblazoned on the back of his jacket was a lot more accurate now.  As they watched, Marshall didn’t give them more than a casual glance, as if he’d forgotten who they were.  Instead, he started the motorcycle, revved the engine a few times and took off.  Although the rest of the gang were dumbfounded by the events that unfolded before them, they soon got on their bikes and joined their new leader on the road.

Tiffany, Ursula and Jessica were left behind to stare at one another in shock and disbelief at what happened.  They ignored Mitch, who had slumped down to the ground in defeat.  “So...” Tiffany asked after the sound of motorcycle engines faded away.  She was still holding their friend’s teddy bear.  “Are we supposed to follow her or... what?”