“Let’s see what Trixie can do,” the self centered magician said, typing away at the computer. After talking to the sisters in the gym, Trixie made a beeline to the library, as it was the only place to use a computer. Well, there were other places, but the library had the paper and programs she needed to do this.

Trixie moved the pointer icon to a list of options in the photoshop program, trying to pick the right designs to use.

“Should Trixie use the stars, balloons or the confetti? Decisions, decisions...” Trixie muttered to herself as she looked at her choices. “Stars are better than balloons and confetti,” Trixie said, adding a few stars on the white screen.

Not many knew this, but Trixie was fairly good at making fliers for her shows. While she wasn’t gifted like her classmate Photo Finish, Trixie had enough experience to make a decent flier in a short time.

How else would she get some of the kids to come to the park to see her magic shows?

A short while later, Trixie said, “All Trixie needs to do is just add the… finishing… touch. And voila.”

The printer turned on as paper was being printed. Taking one of the fliers off the printing rack, Trixie got a good look at her handiwork.

The flier itself had a black background with a few lights and silhouettes of some dancers as the stars made out the word “Party” in the sky. There was even the time and place for the party at the bottom of the flier.

“Not Trixie’s best, but it’ll do,” Trixie said, gathering all the fliers from the printing rack. With the papers in hand, she grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder as she started walking towards the door.

The door suddenly opened as her teacher, Cheerilee, entered the library with a book cart. Trixie held the fliers to her side, so as to hide them from her teacher.

As Cheerilee walked through the door, she noticed the white haired magician in front of her. Waving to her student, Cheerilee cheerfully asked, “Hello, Miss Lulamoon. How are you today?”

“I’m fine, Ms. Cheerilee. Just doing some homework before I go home,” Trixie casually lied, hoping she wouldn’t see the fliers in her hand. She didn’t need to be lectured about using the school computers for personal use.

“Well, it’s nice to see a student using the school’s facilities well,” Cheerilee said, as she looked at a shoe box in disgust. “...Unlike these students that’re leaving things lying around,” she muttered.

Being the ever curious person, Trixie looked into the shoebox to see a few personal items, like fingerless gloves, a microphone and even a skirt, just to name a few. “What happened?” Trixie asked, being considerate for one of the rare times in her life.

Cheerilee let out a sigh and said, “From what I’ve been told, a bunch of stuff has been dumped in the hallway like it was a trashcan. It just baffles me on who would be careless enough to just leave everything there.”

“Was that everything that was dumped?”

“No, there was a few more things there, but most of it was thrown out,” Cheerilee said, pulling the cart to the librarian’s desk.

With her teacher not paying attention to her, Trixie made her way to the door and opened it. “That’s terrible. Rest assured that if Trixie sees these people, she’ll give them a piece of her mind,” Trixie said dramatically, halfway out the door.

Cheerilee smiled and said, “You don’t have to do that, Miss Lulamoon. But please, do tell any teachers if you see this going on.”

Trixie smiled and said, “Will do, Ms. Cheerilee. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

Trixie closed the door as she let out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding. She didn’t want her teacher to find out about this little project. The last time someone used the computer for something other than schoolwork got an hour long lecture on why the computers are here.

Suppressing the urge to shiver at the memory, Trixie began walking down the hall and away from the library.

“At least some things are looking up for Trixie today,” Trixie said, lifting her nose up in the air and closing her eyes. “Infact, after I hand out these fliers, those girls will be impressed with Trixie. Maybe they’ll even want to be friends with Trixie?”

With that thought in mind, she gained a spring in her step while thinking of getting more friends and maybe even have them come to her magic show. “Nothing can ruin this day for the Great and Powerful Triwaaaaaahh,” Trixie said, tumbling onto her back.

Groaning, Trixie sat up and said, “What tripped Trixie?”

Looking at the ground, Trixie found a long purple umbrella near her feet with the fliers scattered across the floor. She rose to her feet and said, “An umbrella? An umbrella tripped Trixie?” Glancing down the hallway, Trixie tried to see if anyone was watching her.

“Alright, who dares make Trixie fall on her delicate derriere?” Trixie asked angrily, waiting for someone to say ‘gotcha’. She stood there for a few moments, but no one came out from anywhere.

Trixie just stomped the ground as she looked at the umbrella on the floor. From what she could tell, the purple umbrella itself was a few feet long and had a few blue stars on it. Bending down, Trixie started to pick up her fliers while grumbling to herself.

“Stupid classmates, leaving stuff on the ground,” Trixie muttered to herself. After a while, she was able to gather all of her fliers in her hands before looking back at the umbrella.

“This accursed thing could have broken Trixie’s back if Trixie didn’t have her backpack,” Trixie said, bending down and picking the thing up. “What should Trixie do with you?” she asked, looking at the umbrella.

“Well, it is Trixie’s color,” Trixie said, spinning it around. “And I could use a new one after those brainless dorks ruined the last one,” Trixie muttered angrily, thinking of Snips and Snails breaking her last umbrella.

Who plays baseball with an umbrella?

Shaking her head, Trixie said, “I have better things to do than thinking of those two buffoons. Like handing out these fliers for the party.”

She began walking down the halls, unaware that the umbrella gave off a faint pink glow.

Passing by a few classrooms, Trixie’s breasts began to grow with each footstep she took. Her C cup breasts pushed against the tight hoodie Trixie wore as her ass was beginning to swell slightly.

“Now, where should Trixie hand these out?” Trixie asked herself, trying to think of the best place to hand out the fliers. With each step she took, her breasts grew in size, going from her large C cup size to a D cup size.

Her ass grew as her thighs were gaining a bit more muscle in them. Trixie’s hurried footsteps were starting to slow down as her boots began to change. The upper part of her boot was starting to change to a thinner material as Trixie was walking.

“Should Trixie try handing them out by the front door?” Trixie questioned herself, not noticing her hoodie getting a little tighter. While her breasts grew, the hood of her hoodie began to rise towards her neck.

Trixie cupped a hand to her chin, trying to think of possible places to hand out the fliers. Only problem was that none of the places seemed like good ideas to her.

Lost in thought, Trixie’s purple skirt began to rise and show off a bit more of her thighs. While this was going on, the skirt was getting a bit of a slight shine to it.

“Maybe Trixie should try the park,” Trixie muttered to herself. Unaware that her D cup breasts were now changing to E cups as her hoodie’s neckline grew. The slightly bigger neckline revealed that Trixie didn’t wear a bra to the world.

With her hands firmly grasping the umbrella, Trixie’s sleeves were getting tighter as they shrunk. Her boots started to get a little bigger as the material of the boot began to feel a bit smoother.

“Oh, what about the coffee house? Trixie knows a bunch of people go there,” Trixie said happily, thinking it would be a good idea. With a smile on her face, Trixie walked down the hall, unaware of her footsteps gaining a soft click to them as she rose a bit in height. Even her neckline grew, showing off her now F cup breasts as they stretched her shirt a bit more.

The backpack she had on her back began to deflate, in a sense, as it was starting to look smaller than a normal backpack. It even lost some of its material and its own zipper.

Trixie’s skirt was still shrinking as two pieces of the skirt stretched towards each other. The two pieces soon connected, forming a pair of baggy looking short shorts as a few lines started to form on it. Trixie’s hoodie started to rise up, showing more of her midriff as her breasts bounced around. The straps of her backpack were getting thinner as the pack itself was shrinking, to the point where it couldn’t hold any books. In fact, it looked like it could only hold a large paperback novel.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good place to start. But what should I say?” Trixie wondered as she smiled to herself. Her breasts were now G cups in size as they were pushing against the tight yet shiny top. The hood was completely gone, fused with her top as the former hoodie started to show more of Trixie’s back.

The sleeves continued traveling up her arms and past her elbows as her ass grew more plush. Trixie didn’t even notice that her now bare arms were brushing against her own silky top as the sleeves neared her shoulders. A small flash of light happened at her hands, but once it died down, Trixie was now wearing shiny purple fingerless gloves.

With each step Trixie took, her breasts bounced around as the tube top tried to contain them. Her bag slid down her back and fell to her right side as the bag was getting small enough to hold only a few small items in it. The bag slowly began to change to a heavier material as her shorts began to get a bit tighter, almost looking like the shorts were painted on with stars on them.

“Oh, I can’t wait for this party,” Trixie said excitedly, skipping down the hall and causing her breasts to bounce wildly.

“Trixie? Is that you?” a new yet familiar voice said.

Turning around, Trixie saw one of her best friends, Lavender Lace.The blonde haired girl just stood there with her mouth wide open as she looked Trixie up and down.

“What… How… Why…. When?” Lavender asked, confused out of her mind at the sight. She just saw her boastful friend not that long ago, and she looked normal. Now, her friend looked like she belonged in some kind of perverted video game or story.

“You should close you mouth, Lavender. Unless you want to be eating flies,” Trixie said, giggling a bit while covering her mouth with her hand. Looking behind her friend, Trixie saw a large bulletin board and got an idea.

“Lav, do you mind holding this for me?” Trixie asked, holding out the large purple umbrella to Lavender’s face. The girl took a step back as not to get hit by said object.

Lavender took a good long look at the umbrella, unsure of what to do. “Why do you want to hold that thing? And what’s with the nickname?” Lavender asked, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with her friend.

“Well I need the both of my hands to put this flier up, silly,” Trixie said, giggling to herself while she was still holding umbrella.

Lavender was still looking at the umbrella but sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll hold your umbrella while you do whatever it is you need to do.”

Trixie shoved the umbrella into her friend’s hands and happily said, “Thanks. I’ll just be a moment.”

“Sure, whatever,” Lavender said, rolling her eyes at Trixie’s attitude. She watched as Trixie walked past her and towards the bulletin board, unaware of the faint glow the umbrella gave off.

Trixie stopped in front of the bulletin board and tried to look for a good place to put it. She wanted to put it in a nice easy to read place like the center of the board. Trixie moved some of the stuff, like the school cafeteria menu, a babysitting flyer and a few other things to make room. After putting the flier on the board, Trixie backed up to see her handywork and smiled happily.

“Lav, you mind giving me a hand?” Trixie asked, walking over to her blonde friend.

Lavender sighed and asked, “Sure, what do you need?”

Holding out a bunch fliers in her hands towards Lavender, Trixie asked, “Could you take these and hand them out somewhere?”

Taking the fliers from her friend’s hand, Lavender looked a bit confused and said, “Um, sure. Any place I should go?” She didn’t see anything wrong with helping Trixie, unaware that her shirt was getting a bit tight on her.

“Anywhere. Oh, and if you see Fuchsia, see if you can get her to help,” Trixie said, remembering her other friend.

“I’ll do it if I see her. She said that she might be a bit busy,” Lavender said, nonchalantly waving her hand as she felt something wrap around her torso.

“Thank you, Lav. …Did you forget to wear a bra today?” Trixie asked, feeling something wasn’t right as she embraced her blonde friend.

“I’m sure I put one on this morning. …Didn’t I?” Lavender asked, wondering if she put on her bra earlier.
“I don’t know about that. How about you go and hand those out somewhere?” Trixie asked, trying to get her friend motivated to hand the fliers out. She wanted to get them handed out before the party started.

Lavender gave a slow nod and said, “Okay, Trixie.”

Trixie turned around and happily made her way down the hall, unaware of her friend’s continuing changes. Turning a corner, Trixie began to hum a jaunty little tune as she heard someone yell something. She didn’t pay any attention to the yelling as she continued on her way, without a care in the world.

“Hey! Stop!!!” a scratchy voice yelled behind her and caused her to turn around. Trixie saw that Rainbow and her little posse of friends were the ones who yelled for her.

“Yes? Can I help you?” Trixie asked, generally curious of what her fellow classmates want.

Rainbow and her friends stopped in front of her as she said, “We need your… TRIXIE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rainbow. Are you feeling feeling ok?” Trixie asked, taking a step forward and putting a hand on Rainbow’s forehead.

Rainbow backed away from Trixie while looking her over. She was trying to see if Trixie was carrying anything that could have changed her, but only saw Trixie’s small pocket book. She thought of asking if she saw anything weird but decided against it, knowing that it wouldn’t help.

“I’m fine, Trixie, but we have to ask you something,” Rainbow said as her friends looked at her curiously.

Fluttershy took a step forward and said, “Is this wise, Rainbow Dash?”

“I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot,” Rainbow said, feeling tired of this whole ordeal. Turning back to Trixie, she tried to figure out how she could say this without sounding crazy.

Clearing her throat, Rainbow Dash said, “Trixie, me and my friends have had some strange things happen to us.”

Trixie brought her hands to her mouth and said, “Was anyone hurt?”

Shaking her head, Rainbow said, “No, they’re not hurt, but they changed. You see, they now look like this cause of some crazy objects or something that turned them into this.” She waved her arm at Fluttershy, Twilight, Barb and Tennis, to show off their bodies.

Trixie, when she first saw them, thought that they were wearing some kind of makeup or something, until blinking in shock at the clearly natural cleavage they were showing off. She was shocked that Rainbow said some magic stuff made them look like that. “I understand that somewhat. But what do you need from me?” Trixie asked, wanting to do whatever she can to help her fellow classmates.

Rainbow took a step forward and placed her hands on Trixie’s bare shoulders. “We need you to take any items, objects or whatever that could be suspicious and take them away from anyone. We don’t know how many there are, but we need to make sure no one else changes or gets hurt by them.”

Trixie nodded her head and said, “To think, something like this is happening to our classmates.” She grabbed Rainbow’s hands and held them in front of her. “You can count on me to help. I’ll get anything I can find and bring them to you, or my name isn’t Trixie Lulamoon.” Trixie then ran down the hall, already trying to help her classmates with retrieving these strange items while her ass jiggled.

The group of friends just watched as the most boastful girl in their school ran off to help them. "Uh... when we find a cure, can we keep her like this?” Rainbow asked, hoping that they can keep this nicer version of her classmate.

“Rainbow Dash?” a firmer sounding voice asked with authority.

“Yeah, what… AAAAGGHHH!!!” Rainbow said as she was smacked up side her head. “What the hell was that for, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy just stood there and said, “Rarity told me to punish you if you did something inappropriate. I thought this was one of those times.”

“GOD DAMNIT RARITY!!”

Author's Note

Newest chapter and sorry for the delay. Had some crazy stuff happen in the last couple of weeks.

A big thanks to Regreme for editing and helping me