The dictaphone

As usual, when Angie entered the bus, she walked right to Lucy, already in, and sat with her at her usual place.

"What's up Lucy ? You seem to be quite cheerful today, something quite rare, Miss Gothic !
- You wouldn't believe how happy I am. I have something incredible to show you ! But promise not to tell anyone ?
- Don't tell me : new piercing ?
- What ? No, stupid ! Here, check this !"

Lucy got out of her bag the black and silver dictaphone. Angie frowned, wondering what it could be.

"A voice recorder ? Amazing...
- Don't try to sound polite : you're not amazed at all !
- Well, why should I be then ?
- Here, let me show you. But promise you won't freak out, okay ?
- Whatever it is about, deal."

Lucy pressed the record button with a smirk and said "Only Angie and I notice the changes made by this dictaphone. And Angie has four arms."

Angie heard a sparkling sound and wondered if the device had just toasted. She looked at Lucy, a bit concerned. "Well, Lucy, I don't know what it's about but you're a bit strange today.", but Lucy was looking really, really amused by something. Angie wondered what.

"What's so fun ?
- Are you playing with your hairs, Angie ?
- Yeah, you can see, why ?
- Then how are you scratching your tummy at the same time ?"

Angie realized that, it was true, she was doing both things at once, and looking down, noticed that she had two hands moving her hairs away, and two other scratching her stomach. The pair on her stomach went right to her mouth to stop her from screaming while the two others went to her cheeks. Lucy winked, and Angie looked down : she had indeed two arms, just under the original and coming from the same shoulders, and even her shirt had now two more sleeves. She looked around, and saw a boy looking at her, almost bored, before looking away. The four hands caught Lucy's shirt, the girl laughing.

"How did you do this ! Turn me back to normal NOW ! And why people aren't freaking out ?"

With a quick word, Angie's superfluous arms vanished, and again, nobody seemed to care. Lucy explained her the strange case of the dictaphone and told her :

"Angie, you're my best friend and you're unhappy with your life. I'll share this with you.
-You'll lend me your Dictaphone thing ?
- Mmm... no, I don't think I'm ready for that, with all the bullies around, it's safer with me.
- But you could change that !
- Sure, but I want to take my time before changing my life or the world. So, meanwhile, I guess it's fair to grant your wishes.
- Lucy, you're the best friend ever ! May I begin now ?
- Please.
- You know, there's this boy at school, Josh, he's kind of cool... but he's like the others, he's into Barnes and all. Would you mind making me in love with me ?
- Wouldn't that be mental-slavery ?
- Well, you're right... then I guess there's other ways to have his attention..."

Lucy smiled : that way, Angie would learn to fight for what she wanted. She would giver her the tools, and Angie would do the rest. Something cool for her confidence... and a good way to let her give herself a sexier body willingly.