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.
