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     Percy shifted in the tight, black, squeaky latex dress Mitch had insisted she wear.  It was strapless and seemed specially fitted to tighten against her ribcage to accentuate her already massive breasts.  Then there was a clear heart-shaped opening on her belly that almost showed her crotch, and the hem stopped at about mid-thigh.  A pair of heavy, matching thigh-high, four-inch platform heels adorned her feet and pink latex gloves covered both arms.  The gloves had special slits in the tips of the fingers for her nails.

     After Mitch had shouted out her for asking too many questions, she'd decided to keep quiet and do what she was told until she could find a chance to explain everything to him.  Then maybe she could find Nancy and together they'd figure out what to do about all of this.  The limo slowed to a stop and she could hear cheering and whistling outside.

     "Where are we?" she asked before she could stop herself.  Luckily Mitch had had a glass of scotch to calm himself.

     "We're at your club, 'Sepphie. Honestly, did you hit your head or something today?" Mitch said.

    The club was downtown and five stories high, adorned with bright lights and neon signs.  A large poster of Percy was strung along the front wall.  It announced: 'Home of Persephone McBoobity!'  People were lined up to the end of the block from the entrance.  A chauffeur opened the car door and a red carpet was laid out for them.  Cameras were flashing everywhere and posters of Percy were plastered along the path.

    Percy stepped onto the carpet and gaped at the picture of her.  Flashes went off all round, startling her.  Mitch sidled up beside her with one hand around her waist and waved.

    "This is ... All for me?" she said, mincing forward at Mitch's urging.  "When ... How ..."

    Mitch led Percy into the club quickly as people are filing in.  A large screen was set up in a lower floor, stretched across an empty runway and circular stage.

    "Come on, sexy," Mitch says, groping Percy's ass. "We're going to the VIP room."

    Percy meeped when Mitch grabbed her, but hurried along in the direction they were going.  "VIP room?" she said, glancing around in confusion.  The place was pretty crowded, but it seemed that three burly men in tight shirts were pushing the crowd back for her and Mitch.

    "I don't know ... This is ... Mitch?" she said, taking his arm and feeling a little overwhelmed and scared.  Is this what it meant to be famous?

     "Yeah, this is YOUR club. In your name and everything." Mitch smiles.  "It's a hit! Of course you're important!"

    Percy had to admit; Strange as this all was, it was pretty exciting.

    Mitch took Percy's hand and gently squeezes it. "You're a star, baby! A star!"

    He opens the door to the VIP room, and lets her in first. "And we can watch it in the comfort of our own room."  Percy gaped as she looked around the room.  It was like something out of a movie, and it was all decked out in pink.

    He sat on the couch in front of a large flatscreen television and patted a spot for Percy to sit down on.  Percy sat down, still in a bit of shock.

    "I'm famous?  This is ... Unreal," she said, leaning back into the cushions, her own 'cushions' bouncing on her chest.  "Mitch ... How did this ... When did we ... Wow."

    Mitch quirked a brow at what, to him, seemed obvious. "We started after I got out of school!  Don't you remember?  You ended up going to community college for Cosmetology and I went to business school.  But it really all started when you decided to try acting for that movie after you got out of school, and that big shot director wanted to hire you. Turns out he was a porn director ... And well ... Here we are.  I became your manager soon after he hired you."

    Percy listened, flabbergasted at the retelling of history.  She'd only gone to community college?  She hadn't seen Mitch since High School, and now he'd been her manager for years, it seemed.  She was so distracted in thought she didn't even notice his wandering eyes nor sense his hand groping her chest for several seconds.

    "Now, let's enjoy the movie...or not," he said with a smirk.

    "What are you ..." she gasped, trying to flinch away, but Mitch's hand was firmly planted and his finger was already working around her nipple, which was hardening and sending a tingling flush through her torso.

    "Ohhhh ... Gawd," she breathed for a moment.  But then she came back to her senses and swatted his hand away.

    "Stop that!" she said, holding her breasts protectively, even though her hands barely covered anything.  Both nipples were already hard and poking through the latex of the dress.

    "I ... Wanna watch the movie ..." she said, hoping to fend him off for a bit longer.  She worried that she and Mitch might be an item, and when she glanced at the diamond ring on her finger, another thought slipped through her mind.

    "Are we married?" she asked.

    "About to be," Nick answered, smiling.  "We're engaged ... Now give me a kiss ..." he said, leaning closer to Percy, closing his eyes and puckering his lips as his hands wander to her lower back and ass.

     Percy leaned away from him and flinched from his wandering hands.  "Um ... Mitch ... The movie's starting," she said nervously, pointing at the screen.  This was just getting stranger and stranger.  She couldn't marry Mitch!  She had to find Nancy.

    "Oh, come on, Baby!  Why are you so hard-to-get tonight?  You give it up so easily before!"  He eventually stopped his attempts to get her aroused, and became content to just grope at her hips and backside, wrapping an arm around her.

    Percy was stunned by Mitch's revelations and eventually by the scenes on the television.  That was really her!  She sat in stunned silence, hardly noticing Mitch rubbing her leg and ass.

    Eventually, a scene came up that showed Percy ... Or Persephone, sucking off one guy while riding on another, with a dildo in her ass and stroking off two more.

    Percy stood up slowly and dumbly walked out of the VIP room.  "I ... Have to go to the bathroom."

    When she got there she vomited.  Twice.

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     The boys were finally asleep after Nancy gave them some antacid and read them two bedtime stories.  Noticing the time, she realized she'd need to start getting ready for work soon, even though she shouldn't leave before Bryan got home from bowling.

    Nancy took a shower and then wriggled into her nurse's uniform.  Looking at herself in the mirror with a sigh, she headed downstairs.

    She had to find Percy and figure out what was going on.  She had to fix this.  She couldn't live like this.  Though the kids were sweet, she felt like they deserved better.

    She grabs her car keys and sees they're to a Toyota.

    Just then, the low hum of a mini-van pulled into the driveway with only minutes to spare.  Bryan looked pretty tired and his shirt was crumpled, but he wasn't drunk.  He staggered in, brushed past Nancy without a kiss and moved toward the stairs.

    "Night," he whispered in a half-awake daze.

    "Night," Nancy said in a small, slightly annoyed voice.  There was no way bowling could make someone THAT tired, and she didn't smell alcohol on him.  She looked him over as he moved past and saw a red smear of something on his neck.

    She sighed. "I'd expect as much from him..."

    Heading out to the mini-van, she rummages through the console.  She finds a business card stuck in the visor.

    "What's this?" It was for the Sunset Strip strip club.  The flipside had a close-up picture of the new Percy blowing a kiss and said 'The Home of Persephone McBoobity!'

    Nancy takes the business card, and waddles to the Toyota.  It was a couple of years old, probably purchased used in the first place.  The seat was already adjusted for Nancy, but still felt awkward since she'd never driven with a belly like this before.  Fortunately, she knew which hospital she worked at.  She'd volunteered there as a candy striper in high school.

    "Well, at least I know where Percy is now," she said, starting the car and heading off to work.  She'd had some medical training in school before she'd gone into management, so she was pretty sure she could get through this.

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     Percy came out of the restroom and leaned against the wall feeling completely overwhelmed.  A cluster of rabid fans clustered up to her with pictures for her to sign and cameras to get pictures with her.  Completely swept up in the situation, she signed whatever they wanted and posed for the pictures, but clearly didn't look very enthused.  Then one scrawny guy stood next to her for a picture and hefted one of her boobs.  Startled, she shoved him away.

     "What are you doing?" she yelled at him, holding her boob protectively.  The others laughed, joking that he should have sucked on her boob instead!  Percy stalked away, just trying to get out of the club and away from this crazy life she'd been stuck with.  More fans pawed at her as she tried to escape and a security guard noticed her and started running interference.

     "Is something wrong, 'Seph?" he asked, escorting her out a side door.

     "I just had to get away.  I don't belong in there.  I don't want to look like this!  What am I going to do?" she wailed, falling against the man in a flood of hormones.

     The security guard sighed.  "Well, you've still got a contract with the movie company.  I'm afraid you're stuck short of wishing it away," he said, disappointed he wasn't able to give her the answer that she wanted.

     Persephone's tears slowly came to a halt and she wiped her eyes. "Did you say ... Wish?" she asked, looking at the ring on her finger.  It didn't look like the Wish Ring anymore, but what if it was?

     She rushed away from the security guard, out of the alley and up the street.  It was late and there weren't many people around.  She slowed to a walk, realizing she was swaying her hips unconsciously, then stopped in her high heeled tracks.  Holding up her hand with the ring, she stared at it intently.

     "I wish I was myself again!" she announced, clenching her eyes shut.

    A few seconds passed before she slowly opened them, looking at her hand.  It was unchanged.  Glancing down, she was still Persephone McBoobity.  Either this wasn't the ring, or it was now out of magic.

     Sad, scared and uncertain, she started walking, unconsciously heading for her old neighborhood.  Maybe she could find Nancy somehow.

    The neighborhood was largely the same with nothing much out of place.  Her parent's old house was still there. Maybe they still lived there?

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    The sun was already up by the time Nancy's shift ended.  It hadn't been hard since the night shift was slow, and the other nurses had even thrown her an impromptu baby shower that just made her more self-conscious.  The night ended with her turning over to a handsome male nurse who she thought she recognized but was too tired to really care.

    The ride home was a blur and she stumbled into the living room completely exhausted.

    The boys were up and an older woman seemed to be cooking them breakfast.  They jumped up at the sight of their Mom and tried to get her to play with them.  Bryan was sitting on the couch on his laptop and hardly noticed Nancy coming in.

    She climbed the stairs, ignoring the boys, and collapsed into bed.  Nancy fell asleep quickly but was plagued with dreams of her old live crumbling around her into lego blocks as her belly expanded and Percy the Bimbo bathed in a pool full of money.

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    Percy woke up with a start.  She'd been having a a terrible dream where she was being force-fed grain and her breasts were growing and growing while being milked by a cold machine.  Sitting up, she was reminded of just how big her breasts actually were, and how that part was not a dream.  Yawning and stretching, she peered out of the treehouse she'd climbed into last night (with difficulty) after walking to her parent's house in the middle of the night.  While it was overrun with leaves, there was still a blanket in the foot locker stored there.

    The sun was now up, and checking her dainty silver watch, she saw it was just about nine in the morning.  Carefully climbing down from the treehouse, she looked at her old house, bucked up her courage, and knocked on the front door.  An old, somewhat portly man opens the door.

    "Honey...honey is that you?!" he asks, reaching out to hug Percy. "We've not seen you in so long.  What's happened to you?!  Honey!  Persephone's back!"

    Percy almost didn't recognize her own father.  He looked older and heavier than he should.  She hugged him back as best she could without feeling obscene.

     "Hi, Dad," she whispered meekly, stepping through the door.  Her heels clacked on the hardwood floors.  The house was the same for the most part, only a bit less organized.  It didn't make sense.  If she was rich and famous now, why would Mom and Dad be worse off?  What could have happened?

     Percy looked around for Mom, worried about how she might look or how she might react.  She felt like a stranger in her family home.

    "Sepphie? Oh my God, it is you!  I thought you'd never see us again!  Not after you ran off with that boyfriend of yours," Mom said all at once as she rushed down the hall.  She noticed the ring on her finger.

    "Are you engaged to him?  Why?" she gasped, stopping for a moment and then wrapping her arms around Percy.  "Oh my baby!  It's so good to see you!"

    Percy hugged her mother like she never had before, just happy to see a familiar face.  But it was clear there had been some kind of terrible parting between them.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the horrible things she'd seen herself doing on film.

    "Have you come to grace us with your presence, Miss Movie Star?" Dad said mockingly, "Or do you actually miss us?"

    Dad had always been a tough nut, but they'd always gotten along before.  Clearly growing up as a bimbo female had taken their relationship in a completely different direction.

    "Dad ... I ..." she started, wiping her eyes.  How could she explain away the decisions her female self had made?

    "I never wanted this.  That's not me in the movie.  I'm Percy ... Your son," she insisted, the admission just falling out of her mouth.

    "Are you alright, Honey?  Did you get hurt?" her father said, placing a hand on her forehead.  "You're not sick, are you?"

    "She might be," Mom added, guiding her into the living room where they sat on the couch.  "We never had a son.  Only you, Persephone."

     Persephone shook her head.  This clinched it.  Reality really had been completely changed as if she'd been born female and there seemed to be no way back.  She sniffed away the tears and looked at her parents.

     "I'm sorry.  I mean ... What if I'd been a boy?  Wouldn't things be different?  I've made some mistakes, and for that I'm sorry.  I only hope I can turn my so-called life around and make you both proud of me again," she said.  If she was going to be stuck like this, she was going to fix this life rather than go along with it.

    "They might have, Sepphie," her mother answered. "But that isn't this life, is it?  All you can do is change things, like you said. And we're always happy to see you."

    Mother and daughter shared another hug and a squeak drew attention to Persephone's latex outfit.

    "Do I ... Still have any clothes here?" she asked sheepishly.

    "Your old clothes are in your room.  We kept it the same after all this time," Dad explained.

    Persephone smiled.  "Thanks, Dad.  Thanks, Mom.  I probably don't deserve it after all I've done." Her dress squeaked again as she stood and she excused herself to her room.

    It was the same room, but was laid out different;y.  The bed was now a four poster with a lace canopy and it was turned against the far wall instead of under the window.  There was no writing desk, just a vanity and an extra stand-up wardrobe.  The walls were covered in cutouts of sexy male heartthrobs, busty women and sexy models.

    Looking around she found a few diaries in her underwear drawer.  The earliest had various entries from elementary school, another for middle school entries, and then high school. When she looked through the middle school diary, she found that she'd sudden blossomed in the middle of seventh grade, and the boys seemed to act a lot nicer toward her.  She also was told by a random boy that she should be a model when she got older.  In high school, even more guys took notice of her, and she often had to fight them off - with quite a bit of help from her father.  She also had journals documenting what she did with other boys and who was fighting over her each week.  She seemed to also have problems with tests, but never an abundance of help, which is why she passed with a 'C' average when she graduated.  That explained why she had gone to community college for Cosmetology.

     Mitch was also present throughout the diaries, always there to guide and assist her.  She'd indicated several times that he was so much smarter than she was and she had come to trust his opinion implicitly.  Her parents didn't understand him and considered him a bad influence, but she loved him.  One of the last entries right after graduation indicated he'd gotten her a job waiting tables at the Sunset Strip and she'd be moving out to live with him.

     How could Mitch have turned out so mean?  He'd never been so egotistical before.

     There was little mention of Nancy.  It seems the had known each other and were friends, but were never close.  There were a few entries that spoke of Nancy's jealousy.

     Flipping through the yearbooks, she found a picture of her and Mitch in every single one through High School.  Freshman year she was regarded 'cutest freshman,' then 'Sexiest Sophomore,' then 'Most likely to be an Actress.'  Her Senior yearbook easily had double the number of signatures and notes that she remembered.  She must have been the most popular girl in school.

     A prom photo fell out of the book.  It showed her in a short, purple, latex dress clinging to Mitch, and Nancy with Bryan Wilkins!  She set the photo aside and finally set to changing her outfit.

     Persephone squeezed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said 'Princess' across the front.  Her boobs stretched and distended the word across her cleavage.

     She found her parents downstairs and showed them the photo.  "Do you guys know where Nancy is now?  I think I should apologize to her too," she said.

     "I think she's a nurse at the hospital," Percy's mother answered. "She was always a determined young woman. She deserved better than that slob Bryan."

     "A nurse?  That makes sense," Persephone said, remembering her days as a candy striper and then pre-med in college.

     "She's with Bryan?" she said, looking at the prom picture again.  He'd been kind of a slimeball in High School.  Why would Nancy have gotten together with him?

     "Thanks, Mom.  I'm gonna go try to find her.  I'll be back though," she said, giving her mother a peck on the cheek. "I love you."

     As she stepped out the door, her cell phone rang.  It was Mitch.  Hesitantly, she answered it.

     "Hey, Babe! Where are you? I can't find you anywhere! Your photoshoot is tomorrow, I need you!" Mitch said.  Persephone cringed at the sound of Mitch's voice.  He spoke with such blind authority over her.

     "I'm busy right now.  Photoshoot?  For what?  Can't this wait?" she asked, moving down the walkway to the sidewalk, her feet actually uncomfortable in sneakers.  Her feet were so used to those damned high heels.

     ""It's your modeling photoshoot! And no, it can't wait! I need you here!" he shouted.  Persephone was startled by his anger.

      "I ... I'm busy ... And the shoot is ... Tomorrow ... I'll be home later ..." she stammered.

     Mitch had been a little hot-headed, but he'd never yelled at her before.  Clearly this relationship was very different from the one they'd had, and this female bimbo-self must have been quite the push over.

     "I have to go," she said, hanging up the phone and turning it off.  She hurried to the hospital, hoping she could find Nancy before Mitch could find her.  She nervously fiddled with the diamond ring on her finger.

    Receiving a few curious looks when she got to the hospital, Percy moved down the halls nervously.  Near the entrance, she saw a wall of Excellence Awards, and a few of them had Nancy's name and picture on them.  Persephone saw these and smiled, happy to know that Nancy was at least doing well for herself.  A male nurse walks by, passing the front desk.

    "Can I help you, miss?" he asked.  He was tall and fit with short brown hair.  Persephone glanced at the voice and got a little embarrassed.

    "Oh, um ... I'm looking for Nancy ... Nancy Wilkins?" she asked, indicating the pictures.  "I'm an old friend of hers and I'm ... I heard she worked here."

    "Nancy is out for the day.  She's gone on maternity leave.  I could contact her for you if you needed her," he said.

    "Did you say, 'Maternity leave?'  She's pregnant?!" Persephone exclaimed a little loudly.  Shock slowly changed into humor and she found herself chuckling.  "I thought she'd just gotten fat.  Oh, she's got to be maaaaad!"

    "Clearly there's a difference between pregnant and fat..." the nurse said, slightly offended by that.  She blushed a little and composed herself.

    "I didn't mean ... Sorry," she said.  She remembered Nancy's belly starting to expand before she vanished, and if she was on maternity leave that meant she had to at least be in the third trimester.

    "Do you know where she lives?  I have to see her right away," she tried to insist.  The male nurse glanced at her chest and thought for a moment.

    "I don't quite know where she lives, but I have her cell number," he said, walking over to the desk to write it down.  After scribbling the number on a piece of paper, he hands it to Percy.

    "Here you go.  Just don't tell her I gave it to you. She'd kill me," he said with a chuckle.

    "Okay, thanks.  She can be a handful, huh?" she said, taking the note.  "Have you been working with her long?"

    "I've been working with her for a couple years. She's a really sweet girl. Her husband seems like a complete jerk, though." He sighed and shrugged. "But what can I do? He got to her first."

    Persephone raised an eyebrow at that last comment, noting a sense of interest in the guy's voice.  Glancing at her own chest, she reminded herself that she was currently in no condition to be jealous of what was now her EX-girlfriend.

    "Yeah, I've heard about the husband.  Thanks again for the phone number.  I'll keep it our little secret," she said, heading back outside.

    Pulling out her phone she dialed the number and waited, hoping that Nancy would answer.

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    Nancy awoke from a disturbing dream and groaned, looking at her cell phone.  Glancing at a clock she saw it was about 4 p.m.  Picking up the phone, she answered it.

    "Nancy?  It's Percy!  Are you okay?" came an excited woman's voice.  Nancy immediately perked up upon hearing Percy's voice, but then started to growl.

    "Okay? Okay?!  I'm stuck as a nurse with two boys and a third one in me!  My life has been downgraded to being stuck in a house on Elm and I've been shafted with a husband who I'm sure is cheating on me!  I am FAR from okay! Where are you?"

    "Look, I'm sorry, okay?  I had no idea the ring would alter all of reality like this.  But if we get back together, maybe we can reverse it or at least improve our situations.  I'm at your hospital.  I can take a taxi.  Where is your house?" Percy asked.

    "1250 Elm Street. It's a couple blocks down from where you lived, or at least where I remembered," Nancy explained

    "Yeah, Mom and Dad are still there.  Should I come by, or do you want to meet somewhere?" she asked.  Nancy listened for the sounds of Bryan and the boys and thought she heard them downstairs.  Thinking for a moment, she realized that an overly stacked stripper showing up out of the blue to talk to her might look weird.

    "How about we meet at the soda shoppe.  You remember ... Our soda shoppe?" Nancy suggested.  It had been where they'd first met, first dated, and first kissed.

    "Okay ..." Percy started, "I'm sorry for all this.  I ... I should have appreciated what we had."

    Nancy wanted to throw that back in Percy's face, but she didn't.

    "Well, let's go and fix things, then," she responded, hanging up the phone.

    After getting a shower and a change of clothes, Nancy headed downstairs.  There she found the boys with the older woman, going over some math homework.  The children came up to her for hugs and she capitulated.  When she inquired about Bryan, the woman said he'd gone out a few hours ago.  Shaking her head, Nancy said she had an errand to run and asked if she could keep an eye on the boys.  She said it wasn't a problem and told her to take her time.  The boys seemed sad to see their mother go, and it tugged at Nancy's heartstrings.

    Nancy eventually headed out to the soda shoppe.  Ironically, it was only a few blocks down from the Sunset Strip club.  Stepping inside, Nancy saw that not much had changed.  She immediately spotted Percy sitting in a booth alone, but getting a few glances from other customers.

    Percy stood as she waddled over.  "Oh, my. You're ..." she started to say, but stopped herself.  Surely she didn't want to say anything upsetting.  The busty redhead eased back into the booth.  She actually looked somewhat decent without all the make-up, jewelry and shiny clothes.  Her shirt still showed a bit of midriff though, but that seemed unavoidable.

    "So ... What now?" Percy asked.

    Nancy wedged herself into the seat across the table and smirked at Percy.

    "We figure out what to do with that ring of yours, of course."  Percy held up the diamond ring on her finger.

    "But I already tried wishing again.  It didn't work," she said, pulling it off and setting it down between them.  When she let go of it, it suddenly turned back into a solid gold ring.  Percy stared speechless.  Nancy picked it up.

    "Let me try it," she said.

    Slipping the ring on her finger, Nancy felt a slight tingle flush through her body.  A strange, ethereal voice whispered to her: "One wish will I grant to you, once I hear it spoken through."

     She also had an innate sense of what wishes could be granted and how even reality would be shifted.  Then she realized she could not use the wish to reverse a previous wish.  Percy would be stuck as a bimbo forever.

     "Well?  What happened?  Strange tingle, right?" Percy asked insistently.

     "Well, basically, whoever wears it get one wish," Nancy answered as the tingle faded away.  "You already got yours, since you were wearing it when I said what I said and got you turned into a bimbo.  Unfortunately, we can't fix things back to where they used to be, but we can change things again.  Maybe get better husbands?  Better careers?"

     "Can't fix things?  You mean I'm stuck like this?" Percy asked, indicating her chest.  She sighed, making her breasts rise and fall.

     "Well, I guess if I have to be a huge-breasted babe, I could use a better career.  And I certainly want to be away from Mitch.  He's scary now.  What did you have in mind?"

     Nancy thought for a second, trying to figure out how to word the wish.

     "I wish ... We were with better men and had better lives for ourselves," Nancy said, looking at the ring.

     The ring began to glow like before, then a blast of wind erupted from it, blowing both women's hair back and shaking the table.  A gold halo rose from the ring, expanding wide to encompass both of them, and it slowly lowered down, passing ethereally through the booth's seats.

     Persephone gasped and Nancy saw her looking down at her chest.  Her huge breasts were shrinking down to about half their previous size, but still firm and perky.  Her clothes shifted into a pink string bikini with decent-sized cups to cover her chest.  Her hair darkened to a honey-blonde and became more wavy as light makeup appeared across her face.  Then she began to fade from Nancy's sight, whisked away to where ever she belonged in this reality.

    Nancy blinked as she realized the Soda Shoppe had faded from view as well.  She was in an office behind a desk, still with a pregnant belly.  Noticing a picture frame on her desk, she saw Shane, the cute male nurse, and the boys.  She glanced at her hand and saw a lovely diamond wedding ring.

    She was wearing a brown cardigan over a brown blouse with an empire waist that hung loosely over her bulging belly.  Khaki pants and black flats finished off her classy business attire.

    "Mrs. Sottermeyer?" a woman's voice said from the entrance to her office.  "I'm just heading on my lunch break.  Is there anything you need?"

    She was a cute young redhead holding a clutch of files against her chest.  Nancy saw the plaque on her office door establishing her as a Hospital Administrator.

    "Um, no, Maggie.  I'm good, thanks.  Have a nice lunch," she said.  The perky redhead smiled and headed off.  Nancy sighed happily to herself, leaning back and absently rubbing her belly.

    "I can do this," she said, smiling and picking up her phone.  Scrolling through the favorites, she saw Percy's number and dialed it.

    A young woman answered the phone.

    "Hi, Nancy!  Viola's in the middle of a session, but she's almost done if you can wait."  Nancy could hear the sounds of crashing waves in the background.  It certainly sounded better than the mess of the club Percy was at last time.

    "Oh, okay, Sharva" she said, responding instinctively to the girl she suddenly realized was Percy's assistant.  After a few moments and some hurried activity on the other end of the line, Persephone came over the phone.

    "Hello?  Nancy?  Where are you?" she asked.

    "I'm in town.  I'm the hospital's administrator," she said happily. "I still have the kids, but they're with this handsome male nurse I know at the hospital.  How about you?"

    "I'm doing a bikini photo shoot on the beach!  I'm a super model and married to an editor at Sports Illustrated.  My boobs aren't as big as they were.  Everyone is calling me 'Viola.'"

    Nancy does a quick Google search and finds that 'Viola' is Persephone's model name and how she is best known in the media.

    "This is definitely an improvement.  Do you still have the ring?" Percy asked.  The ring was dull and lifeless on Nancy's right hand.

    "Yup," she says, looking at it.  "I don't think it's changing, though."

    She pulls the ring off of her hand and turns it over to see if it changes.  She feels a slight shock in her finger tips, and suddenly she feels compelled to give it to someone deserving.

    'Share and enjoy,' she hears the ethereal ring voice say.  Nancy smiles.

    "I gotta go, 'Viola.'  Shane's picking me up for lunch," she said, her best friend signing off.  She dropped the ring into an envelope and wrote 'Put me on' across the front.

    On the way out to meet her husband, she put the envelope on Maggie's desk.

Description
     Percy shifted in the tight, black, squeaky latex dress Mitch had insisted she wear.  It was strapless and seemed specially fitted to tighten against her ribcage to accentuate her already massive breasts.  Then there was a clear heart-shaped opening on her belly that almost showed her crotch, and the hem stopped at about mid-thigh.  A pair of heavy, matching thigh-high, four-inch platform heels adorned her feet and pink latex gloves covered both arms.  The gloves had special slits in the tips of the fingers for her nails.

     After Mitch had shouted out her for asking too many questions, she'd decided to keep quiet and do what she was told until she could find a chance to explain everything to him.  Then maybe she could find Nancy and together they'd figure out what to do about all of this.  The limo slowed to a stop and she could hear cheering and whistling outside.

     "Where are we?" she asked before she could stop herself.  Luckily Mitch had had a glass of scotch to calm himself.

     "We're at your club, 'Sepphie. Honestly, did you hit your head or something today?" Mitch said.

    The club was downtown and five stories high, adorned with bright lights and neon signs.  A large poster of Percy was strung along the front wall.  It announced: 'Home of Persephone McBoobity!'  People were lined up to the end of the block from the entrance.  A chauffeur opened the car door and a red carpet was laid out for them.  Cameras were flashing everywhere and posters of Percy were plastered along the path.

    Percy stepped onto the carpet and gaped at the picture of her.  Flashes went off all round, startling her.  Mitch sidled up beside her with one hand around her waist and waved.

    "This is ... All for me?" she said, mincing forward at Mitch's urging.  "When ... How ..."

    Mitch led Percy into the club quickly as people are filing in.  A large screen was set up in a lower floor, stretched across an empty runway and circular stage.

    "Come on, sexy," Mitch says, groping Percy's ass. "We're going to the VIP room."

    Percy meeped when Mitch grabbed her, but hurried along in the direction they were going.  "VIP room?" she said, glancing around in confusion.  The place was pretty crowded, but it seemed that three burly men in tight shirts were pushing the crowd back for her and Mitch.

    "I don't know ... This is ... Mitch?" she said, taking his arm and feeling a little overwhelmed and scared.  Is this what it meant to be famous?

     "Yeah, this is YOUR club. In your name and everything." Mitch smiles.  "It's a hit! Of course you're important!"

    Percy had to admit; Strange as this all was, it was pretty exciting.

    Mitch took Percy's hand and gently squeezes it. "You're a star, baby! A star!"

    He opens the door to the VIP room, and lets her in first. "And we can watch it in the comfort of our own room."  Percy gaped as she looked around the room.  It was like something out of a movie, and it was all decked out in pink.

    He sat on the couch in front of a large flatscreen television and patted a spot for Percy to sit down on.  Percy sat down, still in a bit of shock.

    "I'm famous?  This is ... Unreal," she said, leaning back into the cushions, her own 'cushions' bouncing on her chest.  "Mitch ... How did this ... When did we ... Wow."

    Mitch quirked a brow at what, to him, seemed obvious. "We started after I got out of school!  Don't you remember?  You ended up going to community college for Cosmetology and I went to business school.  But it really all started when you decided to try acting for that movie after you got out of school, and that big shot director wanted to hire you. Turns out he was a porn director ... And well ... Here we are.  I became your manager soon after he hired you."

    Percy listened, flabbergasted at the retelling of history.  She'd only gone to community college?  She hadn't seen Mitch since High School, and now he'd been her manager for years, it seemed.  She was so distracted in thought she didn't even notice his wandering eyes nor sense his hand groping her chest for several seconds.

    "Now, let's enjoy the movie...or not," he said with a smirk.

    "What are you ..." she gasped, trying to flinch away, but Mitch's hand was firmly planted and his finger was already working around her nipple, which was hardening and sending a tingling flush through her torso.

    "Ohhhh ... Gawd," she breathed for a moment.  But then she came back to her senses and swatted his hand away.

    "Stop that!" she said, holding her breasts protectively, even though her hands barely covered anything.  Both nipples were already hard and poking through the latex of the dress.

    "I ... Wanna watch the movie ..." she said, hoping to fend him off for a bit longer.  She worried that she and Mitch might be an item, and when she glanced at the diamond ring on her finger, another thought slipped through her mind.

    "Are we married?" she asked.

    "About to be," Nick answered, smiling.  "We're engaged ... Now give me a kiss ..." he said, leaning closer to Percy, closing his eyes and puckering his lips as his hands wander to her lower back and ass.

     Percy leaned away from him and flinched from his wandering hands.  "Um ... Mitch ... The movie's starting," she said nervously, pointing at the screen.  This was just getting stranger and stranger.  She couldn't marry Mitch!  She had to find Nancy.

    "Oh, come on, Baby!  Why are you so hard-to-get tonight?  You give it up so easily before!"  He eventually stopped his attempts to get her aroused, and became content to just grope at her hips and backside, wrapping an arm around her.

    Percy was stunned by Mitch's revelations and eventually by the scenes on the television.  That was really her!  She sat in stunned silence, hardly noticing Mitch rubbing her leg and ass.

    Eventually, a scene came up that showed Percy ... Or Persephone, sucking off one guy while riding on another, with a dildo in her ass and stroking off two more.

    Percy stood up slowly and dumbly walked out of the VIP room.  "I ... Have to go to the bathroom."

    When she got there she vomited.  Twice.

------

     The boys were finally asleep after Nancy gave them some antacid and read them two bedtime stories.  Noticing the time, she realized she'd need to start getting ready for work soon, even though she shouldn't leave before Bryan got home from bowling.

    Nancy took a shower and then wriggled into her nurse's uniform.  Looking at herself in the mirror with a sigh, she headed downstairs.

    She had to find Percy and figure out what was going on.  She had to fix this.  She couldn't live like this.  Though the kids were sweet, she felt like they deserved better.

    She grabs her car keys and sees they're to a Toyota.

    Just then, the low hum of a mini-van pulled into the driveway with only minutes to spare.  Bryan looked pretty tired and his shirt was crumpled, but he wasn't drunk.  He staggered in, brushed past Nancy without a kiss and moved toward the stairs.

    "Night," he whispered in a half-awake daze.

    "Night," Nancy said in a small, slightly annoyed voice.  There was no way bowling could make someone THAT tired, and she didn't smell alcohol on him.  She looked him over as he moved past and saw a red smear of something on his neck.

    She sighed. "I'd expect as much from him..."

    Heading out to the mini-van, she rummages through the console.  She finds a business card stuck in the visor.

    "What's this?" It was for the Sunset Strip strip club.  The flipside had a close-up picture of the new Percy blowing a kiss and said 'The Home of Persephone McBoobity!'

    Nancy takes the business card, and waddles to the Toyota.  It was a couple of years old, probably purchased used in the first place.  The seat was already adjusted for Nancy, but still felt awkward since she'd never driven with a belly like this before.  Fortunately, she knew which hospital she worked at.  She'd volunteered there as a candy striper in high school.

    "Well, at least I know where Percy is now," she said, starting the car and heading off to work.  She'd had some medical training in school before she'd gone into management, so she was pretty sure she could get through this.

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     Percy came out of the restroom and leaned against the wall feeling completely overwhelmed.  A cluster of rabid fans clustered up to her with pictures for her to sign and cameras to get pictures with her.  Completely swept up in the situation, she signed whatever they wanted and posed for the pictures, but clearly didn't look very enthused.  Then one scrawny guy stood next to her for a picture and hefted one of her boobs.  Startled, she shoved him away.

     "What are you doing?" she yelled at him, holding her boob protectively.  The others laughed, joking that he should have sucked on her boob instead!  Percy stalked away, just trying to get out of the club and away from this crazy life she'd been stuck with.  More fans pawed at her as she tried to escape and a security guard noticed her and started running interference.

     "Is something wrong, 'Seph?" he asked, escorting her out a side door.

     "I just had to get away.  I don't belong in there.  I don't want to look like this!  What am I going to do?" she wailed, falling against the man in a flood of hormones.

     The security guard sighed.  "Well, you've still got a contract with the movie company.  I'm afraid you're stuck short of wishing it away," he said, disappointed he wasn't able to give her the answer that she wanted.

     Persephone's tears slowly came to a halt and she wiped her eyes. "Did you say ... Wish?" she asked, looking at the ring on her finger.  It didn't look like the Wish Ring anymore, but what if it was?

     She rushed away from the security guard, out of the alley and up the street.  It was late and there weren't many people around.  She slowed to a walk, realizing she was swaying her hips unconsciously, then stopped in her high heeled tracks.  Holding up her hand with the ring, she stared at it intently.

     "I wish I was myself again!" she announced, clenching her eyes shut.

    A few seconds passed before she slowly opened them, looking at her hand.  It was unchanged.  Glancing down, she was still Persephone McBoobity.  Either this wasn't the ring, or it was now out of magic.

     Sad, scared and uncertain, she started walking, unconsciously heading for her old neighborhood.  Maybe she could find Nancy somehow.

    The neighborhood was largely the same with nothing much out of place.  Her parent's old house was still there. Maybe they still lived there?

---

    The sun was already up by the time Nancy's shift ended.  It hadn't been hard since the night shift was slow, and the other nurses had even thrown her an impromptu baby shower that just made her more self-conscious.  The night ended with her turning over to a handsome male nurse who she thought she recognized but was too tired to really care.

    The ride home was a blur and she stumbled into the living room completely exhausted.

    The boys were up and an older woman seemed to be cooking them breakfast.  They jumped up at the sight of their Mom and tried to get her to play with them.  Bryan was sitting on the couch on his laptop and hardly noticed Nancy coming in.

    She climbed the stairs, ignoring the boys, and collapsed into bed.  Nancy fell asleep quickly but was plagued with dreams of her old live crumbling around her into lego blocks as her belly expanded and Percy the Bimbo bathed in a pool full of money.

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    Percy woke up with a start.  She'd been having a a terrible dream where she was being force-fed grain and her breasts were growing and growing while being milked by a cold machine.  Sitting up, she was reminded of just how big her breasts actually were, and how that part was not a dream.  Yawning and stretching, she peered out of the treehouse she'd climbed into last night (with difficulty) after walking to her parent's house in the middle of the night.  While it was overrun with leaves, there was still a blanket in the foot locker stored there.

    The sun was now up, and checking her dainty silver watch, she saw it was just about nine in the morning.  Carefully climbing down from the treehouse, she looked at her old house, bucked up her courage, and knocked on the front door.  An old, somewhat portly man opens the door.

    "Honey...honey is that you?!" he asks, reaching out to hug Percy. "We've not seen you in so long.  What's happened to you?!  Honey!  Persephone's back!"

    Percy almost didn't recognize her own father.  He looked older and heavier than he should.  She hugged him back as best she could without feeling obscene.

     "Hi, Dad," she whispered meekly, stepping through the door.  Her heels clacked on the hardwood floors.  The house was the same for the most part, only a bit less organized.  It didn't make sense.  If she was rich and famous now, why would Mom and Dad be worse off?  What could have happened?

     Percy looked around for Mom, worried about how she might look or how she might react.  She felt like a stranger in her family home.

    "Sepphie? Oh my God, it is you!  I thought you'd never see us again!  Not after you ran off with that boyfriend of yours," Mom said all at once as she rushed down the hall.  She noticed the ring on her finger.

    "Are you engaged to him?  Why?" she gasped, stopping for a moment and then wrapping her arms around Percy.  "Oh my baby!  It's so good to see you!"

    Percy hugged her mother like she never had before, just happy to see a familiar face.  But it was clear there had been some kind of terrible parting between them.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the horrible things she'd seen herself doing on film.

    "Have you come to grace us with your presence, Miss Movie Star?" Dad said mockingly, "Or do you actually miss us?"

    Dad had always been a tough nut, but they'd always gotten along before.  Clearly growing up as a bimbo female had taken their relationship in a completely different direction.

    "Dad ... I ..." she started, wiping her eyes.  How could she explain away the decisions her female self had made?

    "I never wanted this.  That's not me in the movie.  I'm Percy ... Your son," she insisted, the admission just falling out of her mouth.

    "Are you alright, Honey?  Did you get hurt?" her father said, placing a hand on her forehead.  "You're not sick, are you?"

    "She might be," Mom added, guiding her into the living room where they sat on the couch.  "We never had a son.  Only you, Persephone."

     Persephone shook her head.  This clinched it.  Reality really had been completely changed as if she'd been born female and there seemed to be no way back.  She sniffed away the tears and looked at her parents.

     "I'm sorry.  I mean ... What if I'd been a boy?  Wouldn't things be different?  I've made some mistakes, and for that I'm sorry.  I only hope I can turn my so-called life around and make you both proud of me again," she said.  If she was going to be stuck like this, she was going to fix this life rather than go along with it.

    "They might have, Sepphie," her mother answered. "But that isn't this life, is it?  All you can do is change things, like you said. And we're always happy to see you."

    Mother and daughter shared another hug and a squeak drew attention to Persephone's latex outfit.

    "Do I ... Still have any clothes here?" she asked sheepishly.

    "Your old clothes are in your room.  We kept it the same after all this time," Dad explained.

    Persephone smiled.  "Thanks, Dad.  Thanks, Mom.  I probably don't deserve it after all I've done." Her dress squeaked again as she stood and she excused herself to her room.

    It was the same room, but was laid out different;y.  The bed was now a four poster with a lace canopy and it was turned against the far wall instead of under the window.  There was no writing desk, just a vanity and an extra stand-up wardrobe.  The walls were covered in cutouts of sexy male heartthrobs, busty women and sexy models.

    Looking around she found a few diaries in her underwear drawer.  The earliest had various entries from elementary school, another for middle school entries, and then high school. When she looked through the middle school diary, she found that she'd sudden blossomed in the middle of seventh grade, and the boys seemed to act a lot nicer toward her.  She also was told by a random boy that she should be a model when she got older.  In high school, even more guys took notice of her, and she often had to fight them off - with quite a bit of help from her father.  She also had journals documenting what she did with other boys and who was fighting over her each week.  She seemed to also have problems with tests, but never an abundance of help, which is why she passed with a 'C' average when she graduated.  That explained why she had gone to community college for Cosmetology.

     Mitch was also present throughout the diaries, always there to guide and assist her.  She'd indicated several times that he was so much smarter than she was and she had come to trust his opinion implicitly.  Her parents didn't understand him and considered him a bad influence, but she loved him.  One of the last entries right after graduation indicated he'd gotten her a job waiting tables at the Sunset Strip and she'd be moving out to live with him.

     How could Mitch have turned out so mean?  He'd never been so egotistical before.

     There was little mention of Nancy.  It seems the had known each other and were friends, but were never close.  There were a few entries that spoke of Nancy's jealousy.

     Flipping through the yearbooks, she found a picture of her and Mitch in every single one through High School.  Freshman year she was regarded 'cutest freshman,' then 'Sexiest Sophomore,' then 'Most likely to be an Actress.'  Her Senior yearbook easily had double the number of signatures and notes that she remembered.  She must have been the most popular girl in school.

     A prom photo fell out of the book.  It showed her in a short, purple, latex dress clinging to Mitch, and Nancy with Bryan Wilkins!  She set the photo aside and finally set to changing her outfit.

     Persephone squeezed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said 'Princess' across the front.  Her boobs stretched and distended the word across her cleavage.

     She found her parents downstairs and showed them the photo.  "Do you guys know where Nancy is now?  I think I should apologize to her too," she said.

     "I think she's a nurse at the hospital," Percy's mother answered. "She was always a determined young woman. She deserved better than that slob Bryan."

     "A nurse?  That makes sense," Persephone said, remembering her days as a candy striper and then pre-med in college.

     "She's with Bryan?" she said, looking at the prom picture again.  He'd been kind of a slimeball in High School.  Why would Nancy have gotten together with him?

     "Thanks, Mom.  I'm gonna go try to find her.  I'll be back though," she said, giving her mother a peck on the cheek. "I love you."

     As she stepped out the door, her cell phone rang.  It was Mitch.  Hesitantly, she answered it.

     "Hey, Babe! Where are you? I can't find you anywhere! Your photoshoot is tomorrow, I need you!" Mitch said.  Persephone cringed at the sound of Mitch's voice.  He spoke with such blind authority over her.

     "I'm busy right now.  Photoshoot?  For what?  Can't this wait?" she asked, moving down the walkway to the sidewalk, her feet actually uncomfortable in sneakers.  Her feet were so used to those damned high heels.

     ""It's your modeling photoshoot! And no, it can't wait! I need you here!" he shouted.  Persephone was startled by his anger.

      "I ... I'm busy ... And the shoot is ... Tomorrow ... I'll be home later ..." she stammered.

     Mitch had been a little hot-headed, but he'd never yelled at her before.  Clearly this relationship was very different from the one they'd had, and this female bimbo-self must have been quite the push over.

     "I have to go," she said, hanging up the phone and turning it off.  She hurried to the hospital, hoping she could find Nancy before Mitch could find her.  She nervously fiddled with the diamond ring on her finger.

    Receiving a few curious looks when she got to the hospital, Percy moved down the halls nervously.  Near the entrance, she saw a wall of Excellence Awards, and a few of them had Nancy's name and picture on them.  Persephone saw these and smiled, happy to know that Nancy was at least doing well for herself.  A male nurse walks by, passing the front desk.

    "Can I help you, miss?" he asked.  He was tall and fit with short brown hair.  Persephone glanced at the voice and got a little embarrassed.

    "Oh, um ... I'm looking for Nancy ... Nancy Wilkins?" she asked, indicating the pictures.  "I'm an old friend of hers and I'm ... I heard she worked here."

    "Nancy is out for the day.  She's gone on maternity leave.  I could contact her for you if you needed her," he said.

    "Did you say, 'Maternity leave?'  She's pregnant?!" Persephone exclaimed a little loudly.  Shock slowly changed into humor and she found herself chuckling.  "I thought she'd just gotten fat.  Oh, she's got to be maaaaad!"

    "Clearly there's a difference between pregnant and fat..." the nurse said, slightly offended by that.  She blushed a little and composed herself.

    "I didn't mean ... Sorry," she said.  She remembered Nancy's belly starting to expand before she vanished, and if she was on maternity leave that meant she had to at least be in the third trimester.

    "Do you know where she lives?  I have to see her right away," she tried to insist.  The male nurse glanced at her chest and thought for a moment.

    "I don't quite know where she lives, but I have her cell number," he said, walking over to the desk to write it down.  After scribbling the number on a piece of paper, he hands it to Percy.

    "Here you go.  Just don't tell her I gave it to you. She'd kill me," he said with a chuckle.

    "Okay, thanks.  She can be a handful, huh?" she said, taking the note.  "Have you been working with her long?"

    "I've been working with her for a couple years. She's a really sweet girl. Her husband seems like a complete jerk, though." He sighed and shrugged. "But what can I do? He got to her first."

    Persephone raised an eyebrow at that last comment, noting a sense of interest in the guy's voice.  Glancing at her own chest, she reminded herself that she was currently in no condition to be jealous of what was now her EX-girlfriend.

    "Yeah, I've heard about the husband.  Thanks again for the phone number.  I'll keep it our little secret," she said, heading back outside.

    Pulling out her phone she dialed the number and waited, hoping that Nancy would answer.

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    Nancy awoke from a disturbing dream and groaned, looking at her cell phone.  Glancing at a clock she saw it was about 4 p.m.  Picking up the phone, she answered it.

    "Nancy?  It's Percy!  Are you okay?" came an excited woman's voice.  Nancy immediately perked up upon hearing Percy's voice, but then started to growl.

    "Okay? Okay?!  I'm stuck as a nurse with two boys and a third one in me!  My life has been downgraded to being stuck in a house on Elm and I've been shafted with a husband who I'm sure is cheating on me!  I am FAR from okay! Where are you?"

    "Look, I'm sorry, okay?  I had no idea the ring would alter all of reality like this.  But if we get back together, maybe we can reverse it or at least improve our situations.  I'm at your hospital.  I can take a taxi.  Where is your house?" Percy asked.

    "1250 Elm Street. It's a couple blocks down from where you lived, or at least where I remembered," Nancy explained

    "Yeah, Mom and Dad are still there.  Should I come by, or do you want to meet somewhere?" she asked.  Nancy listened for the sounds of Bryan and the boys and thought she heard them downstairs.  Thinking for a moment, she realized that an overly stacked stripper showing up out of the blue to talk to her might look weird.

    "How about we meet at the soda shoppe.  You remember ... Our soda shoppe?" Nancy suggested.  It had been where they'd first met, first dated, and first kissed.

    "Okay ..." Percy started, "I'm sorry for all this.  I ... I should have appreciated what we had."

    Nancy wanted to throw that back in Percy's face, but she didn't.

    "Well, let's go and fix things, then," she responded, hanging up the phone.

    After getting a shower and a change of clothes, Nancy headed downstairs.  There she found the boys with the older woman, going over some math homework.  The children came up to her for hugs and she capitulated.  When she inquired about Bryan, the woman said he'd gone out a few hours ago.  Shaking her head, Nancy said she had an errand to run and asked if she could keep an eye on the boys.  She said it wasn't a problem and told her to take her time.  The boys seemed sad to see their mother go, and it tugged at Nancy's heartstrings.

    Nancy eventually headed out to the soda shoppe.  Ironically, it was only a few blocks down from the Sunset Strip club.  Stepping inside, Nancy saw that not much had changed.  She immediately spotted Percy sitting in a booth alone, but getting a few glances from other customers.

    Percy stood as she waddled over.  "Oh, my. You're ..." she started to say, but stopped herself.  Surely she didn't want to say anything upsetting.  The busty redhead eased back into the booth.  She actually looked somewhat decent without all the make-up, jewelry and shiny clothes.  Her shirt still showed a bit of midriff though, but that seemed unavoidable.

    "So ... What now?" Percy asked.

    Nancy wedged herself into the seat across the table and smirked at Percy.

    "We figure out what to do with that ring of yours, of course."  Percy held up the diamond ring on her finger.

    "But I already tried wishing again.  It didn't work," she said, pulling it off and setting it down between them.  When she let go of it, it suddenly turned back into a solid gold ring.  Percy stared speechless.  Nancy picked it up.

    "Let me try it," she said.

    Slipping the ring on her finger, Nancy felt a slight tingle flush through her body.  A strange, ethereal voice whispered to her: "One wish will I grant to you, once I hear it spoken through."

     She also had an innate sense of what wishes could be granted and how even reality would be shifted.  Then she realized she could not use the wish to reverse a previous wish.  Percy would be stuck as a bimbo forever.

     "Well?  What happened?  Strange tingle, right?" Percy asked insistently.

     "Well, basically, whoever wears it get one wish," Nancy answered as the tingle faded away.  "You already got yours, since you were wearing it when I said what I said and got you turned into a bimbo.  Unfortunately, we can't fix things back to where they used to be, but we can change things again.  Maybe get better husbands?  Better careers?"

     "Can't fix things?  You mean I'm stuck like this?" Percy asked, indicating her chest.  She sighed, making her breasts rise and fall.

     "Well, I guess if I have to be a huge-breasted babe, I could use a better career.  And I certainly want to be away from Mitch.  He's scary now.  What did you have in mind?"

     Nancy thought for a second, trying to figure out how to word the wish.

     "I wish ... We were with better men and had better lives for ourselves," Nancy said, looking at the ring.

     The ring began to glow like before, then a blast of wind erupted from it, blowing both women's hair back and shaking the table.  A gold halo rose from the ring, expanding wide to encompass both of them, and it slowly lowered down, passing ethereally through the booth's seats.

     Persephone gasped and Nancy saw her looking down at her chest.  Her huge breasts were shrinking down to about half their previous size, but still firm and perky.  Her clothes shifted into a pink string bikini with decent-sized cups to cover her chest.  Her hair darkened to a honey-blonde and became more wavy as light makeup appeared across her face.  Then she began to fade from Nancy's sight, whisked away to where ever she belonged in this reality.

    Nancy blinked as she realized the Soda Shoppe had faded from view as well.  She was in an office behind a desk, still with a pregnant belly.  Noticing a picture frame on her desk, she saw Shane, the cute male nurse, and the boys.  She glanced at her hand and saw a lovely diamond wedding ring.

    She was wearing a brown cardigan over a brown blouse with an empire waist that hung loosely over her bulging belly.  Khaki pants and black flats finished off her classy business attire.

    "Mrs. Sottermeyer?" a woman's voice said from the entrance to her office.  "I'm just heading on my lunch break.  Is there anything you need?"

    She was a cute young redhead holding a clutch of files against her chest.  Nancy saw the plaque on her office door establishing her as a Hospital Administrator.

    "Um, no, Maggie.  I'm good, thanks.  Have a nice lunch," she said.  The perky redhead smiled and headed off.  Nancy sighed happily to herself, leaning back and absently rubbing her belly.

    "I can do this," she said, smiling and picking up her phone.  Scrolling through the favorites, she saw Percy's number and dialed it.

    A young woman answered the phone.

    "Hi, Nancy!  Viola's in the middle of a session, but she's almost done if you can wait."  Nancy could hear the sounds of crashing waves in the background.  It certainly sounded better than the mess of the club Percy was at last time.

    "Oh, okay, Sharva" she said, responding instinctively to the girl she suddenly realized was Percy's assistant.  After a few moments and some hurried activity on the other end of the line, Persephone came over the phone.

    "Hello?  Nancy?  Where are you?" she asked.

    "I'm in town.  I'm the hospital's administrator," she said happily. "I still have the kids, but they're with this handsome male nurse I know at the hospital.  How about you?"

    "I'm doing a bikini photo shoot on the beach!  I'm a super model and married to an editor at Sports Illustrated.  My boobs aren't as big as they were.  Everyone is calling me 'Viola.'"

    Nancy does a quick Google search and finds that 'Viola' is Persephone's model name and how she is best known in the media.

    "This is definitely an improvement.  Do you still have the ring?" Percy asked.  The ring was dull and lifeless on Nancy's right hand.

    "Yup," she says, looking at it.  "I don't think it's changing, though."

    She pulls the ring off of her hand and turns it over to see if it changes.  She feels a slight shock in her finger tips, and suddenly she feels compelled to give it to someone deserving.

    'Share and enjoy,' she hears the ethereal ring voice say.  Nancy smiles.

    "I gotta go, 'Viola.'  Shane's picking me up for lunch," she said, her best friend signing off.  She dropped the ring into an envelope and wrote 'Put me on' across the front.

    On the way out to meet her husband, she put the envelope on Maggie's desk.