You Girls Have Fun

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"Wanna have some fun?" A high, giggling voice whispered behind my ear.

I spun around. I should've been alone in the collections vault with a big door sealed-shut behind me.

"Who's there?" I definitely heard someone nearby who sounded young and girlish.

A light laugh behind me. "You flatter me. I've been around a long time."

No matter how I turned, the feminine voice was always right behind me.

"What's going on? How?"

"Little to the left." I glanced to my left at one of the study counters.

The voice continued, "Down. Now further left." This was madness, but I followed her instructions in the hopes that the truth would soon be revealed.

"Down some more. There you go! Hiiii!" I was staring at the ancient, unknown pottery I'd adjusted a minute before. I wasn't working on it, but it had looked like it was about to tip over.

"Naaaah. I just wanted to get your attention!"

It was with this answer that I realized I'd only thought about the pot tipping over and I'd thought about her sounding young. Okay, I was going mad...

"Nope! You do work a lot though. You should relax."

I braced myself against a counter, careful not to disturb any of the priceless relics. With a long breath, I looked back to the storage units. There was still no one around and the only sound was the idling of the ventilation system.

"You should have fun..." This time, the whisper was so close I felt like her breath should've touched my ear. Impossible. It had come from the center of the counter.

"It takes humans forever to get it. Yaaaawwwn."

I returned to the pottery, laid a glove on the side, and peered through the opening. While it was dark, I could clearly see nothing placed inside like a walkie-talkie by a tricky grad student.

I heard a raspy inhale followed by a throaty, rattling exhale. "This is me snoring because you are so thick."

Humor the madness. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I pick a name a week when bored. It's Alis right now. And I told you....Fun!"

I didn't know any Alices on staff. She interrupted, "No! Alis. A-L-I-S. And I'll call you...Bubbles! Yeah, Bubbles sounds good because you must have air for brains!...Oh! Or maybe Aerie? Hey, anything to match your name to your empty-headedness! Hehe..."

I kept calm despite being creeped out. "My name is Winston Thompson. I don't know what's going on, but I'm getting the head curator..." I took a step towards the main door...I tried to take a step towards the main door, but I couldn't move.

"Now hold up, Winny. We don't need an old fart stinking up our one-on-one chat."

This was insane. I must've been drugged or touched some psychotropic substance left behind on an artifact.

"No and no. What did I say about your Swiss cheese noggin, Windy? You're not getting the important part here. Fuuuunnnn!"

Suddenly, I felt quick and gentle brushes all over my body. I squirmed to get away from them, but they followed me. As a release from the touches, I broke out in little giggles that continued until it finally stopped.

"It's a start. You're a toughie though. What do you like? What's fun for you? What turns you on, Wendy?"

I trembled, took a breath, and collected myself. Okay. Alright...go along. "I like...the Abbasid era along with early Ottoman..."

"Gahhhhuhuuugh. Pleaaaase. Just sitting on pillows and sipping cups. They had some pretty stuff but not enough fun. Try again."

I wanted to challenge her assessment academically, but it was pointless. Just keep going. "It's fun to...make discoveries, restore artifacts from cultures long ago, and present them for others to enjoy..."

"You have a high resistance. Or you're just that dull. Maybe you should be a prancing, playful little statue for your friends to poke and puzzle over. Hmmm..."

She clapped an invisible pair of hands and proclaimed, "But I can do better than that. Alright, here's the deal. I can hear what you're thinking, but I can't get into your whole mind. I want you to tell me what you consider fun and what turns you on or else...everything will..."

With the sound of a snap of her fingers, I felt a sudden swelling in my pants. My manhood tented the front painfully, throbbing and sensitive. "Oh, shit...you can't do this. Please don't!"

"Finally! A little recognition of my power. People used to worship me. Here's my deal. You tell me what really turns you on and I'll make all your wishes about it come true. And no hard feelings hehe."

My arousal eased slightly, but I still felt a little woozy. "There...uhh...the new grad students who come in with bright looks..." The pain surged in my groin, like I was on the verge of climax but without the possibility of release.

"Bzzzz...try again. Thoughts. You are annoyed by grad students, even the pretty ones. Come on, you can share the truth with Alis. I won't tell anyone else..."

Whimpering, I finally admitted, "Okay...shit. Fast food girls..."

"Good boy. Tell me more about them. I've been out of the loop."

I...It was back in grad school. I always went to go pick up food from local burger joints. The girls who worked there had easy smiles and perky moods. I noticed certain ones.

"More...", she urged me.

They had long hair pinned nicely behind them and snug uniforms which showed their large, youthful breasts. I could see them working up a slick sweat from the grill. I imagined them leaning forward and bending over as they served me. So dedicated, so eager to please.

Alis took a deep breath. "Now that's better. Reminds me of a trader who lusted for his friend's comely servant. Let us have some fun..."

I could inch my foot slightly. Was that enough? Would she let me go?

"I wanna make your perfect fast food girl, the most fun one possible. Tell me...how does she think?"

My whole body felt electric. Was she really going to make a whole person? I began, "She is confident, eager to please, and ready to help anyone." An invisible wave, like static, washed over me. Tingles surged through my body as I added, "She speaks clearly and answers energetically!"

"Good girl. Tell me more."

Oh shit! Something was wrong, but I wanted to help her out. She needed to know about the best fast food girl. "She loves smiling. She's eager to work hard and does whatever work is necessary!"

"That sounds a lot like you, Wendy."

Her words struck me with a mix of horror and pride. I worked hard, but it was fun! I answered decisively, "Yup! That's me!"

"Fun stuff! Please, tell me exactly how you look. How is your hair?"

Nononono! What was happening?! I tried to resist, but I needed to help her and it made me happy to assist. "I have long, full red hair that spills past my shoulders. I use several ties to keep it in place so it never falls in my face...or the food hehe."

I should've had close-cropped, dark hair but my neck was soon swaddled in warm, crimson locks that went further than I could ever remember them being. I wanted to beg her to stop, but all my voice could do was ask, "Anything else you'd like to know?"

"Yes, Wendy. Tell me about your voice and your face."

A giggle came easy for me where it had to be forced out before. "Sure thing! I've practiced a high but sweet tone. I try not to squeak but it still happens if I get excited. I want the guests to feel at home with a friend. I love to show my best face. I have slender eyebrows, high cheeks for grinning, and little red lips to show off my smiles! Not too much makeup though, just enough!"

Make it stop! I had the idea and feeling of a smile burned into me. My voice rose as I got through all that, matching what she...I described. The cold, sensitive feeling across my cheeks told me I now had that face.

Alis giggled to herself. "That is lovely, Wendy. So are you a big girl or a small girl?"

"I'm both! I need help or a stool to reach the supplies on the top shelves. I'm just a few inches over five feet. Buuut, I'm a chesty gal who just moved up to an E-cup bra. I can't believe I'm still growing at my age but not getting an inch taller!"

I was swarmed this round. First, the swollen ache in my groin receded but also concentrated. It dug deep between my thighs. Then, I sunk as though the floor was falling from me even though I reached on my tiptoes. Along with that, parts of me which hadn't been soft since grade school felt fleshier and colder without a dense buffer of body hair.

Lastly, my chest woke up. The soft points I often forgot about pressed against my top. The sensitive edges stretched and swelled with weight. Sweaty, hidden terror filled me as my rough shirt was warped by the breasts my perky, server girl persona described. When they finished growing, I was left with immense, warm flesh (like memory-foam pillows) I couldn't even touch until Wendy's service and duties were done.

Alis persisted, "You're a cutie. Bet you have a fun uniform you enjoy wearing."

"Of course! It's a cute button-up with a collar, short sleeves, and a light stripe across my chest. The boys always look there when I'm trying to tell them our specials hehe."

I blushed and continued, "I like to wear a black, mid-thigh skirt that clings to my legs. Gotta be professional. I have shorts too but a skirt is more fun because I'm such a girl."

I was being washed away in an acid bath of my own fantasies. The museum seemed far away. What was important was serving food and making people happy. On some level, I remembered myself, but it didn't matter. I was a cute server girl and I enjoyed helping. That was what mattered. That was fun. That made me happy.

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I folded my hands in front of me and wondered what happened to my headphones and mic. Why was I in a dusty room with big things on tracks and old stuff everywhere? Had I gotten lost on a delivery? Somehow, without headphones, I was still able to hear a voice in my ear.

"Thank you, Wendy Thompson. That was wonderful."

Oh, goodness! Alis was still there. I adjusted my visor and eagerly declared, "Hi again, Alis with an S! I hope I was able to help you today!"

She giggled happily. "Oh yes, for many days ahead. That was delicious."

Funny, I didn't remember serving her any food, but I was glad to know she enjoyed it.

"Will there be anything else I can help you with?"

"Just make sure you have lots of fun."

With a giggle of my own, I made my way to the exit and assured her, "I always do!"