The Contractee Club: Sense-ational Swimsuit
The Contractee Club, the newest and greatest mage-club within five highschools (at least!) Why? Thanks to Admilu, a contract-making (and -keeping) spirit of a rather ecchi nature, among other tendencies: In particular, it likes for contractees to trade the certainty of detailed options-sheets for the risk and generous payout multiplier of more interesting and uncertain selection methods. That said, it doesn’t require that a Challenge be picked, making that a good choice if one desires Admilu’s transformations in and of themselves, but take care: Though honest and reliable, it’s still a trickster in its own right, always ready to liven up life a bit
The weekend after her deal with Admilu Kennedy walked out her front door, heading to her usual weekend swim practice at the rec center, and stopped in her tracks, suddenly remembering her first practice post-deal, the sensation of everyone’s eyes tracing across her new body. Though Kennedy first noticed their gender-fludity a while back, the motivation that got them to actually take the plunge and try physically being a girl was something less wholesome: Annoyance at the attention blackhole effect of Lilia, a Busty Fanservice Catgirl whose appearances in the neighboring for-fun pool was pulling off not only fans of Kennedy’s swim team, but the focus of the team from practice. (To be precise, it gave an excuse to start joking about actually going through with it, then turn those jokes serious.)
*If you’re wondering if these Capital Letters imply some sort of social-perception-magic, you’d be right! But one story at a time (see description).*
As she walked to the school’s pool (a deserted place, on weekends) Kennedy thought back to her Contractee choices. They’d gone fine, the points from the mtf transformation and T&A boost and the required minor thematic curse fully covered the cost of a custom ‘counter the drag from my bust when swimming’ boon. It was afterward that Admilu made a suggestion: Seeing as it had an idea and Kennedy had a few spare points, it offered a small extra custom boon, fitting with Kennedy’s stated motivation: The ability, while wearing a swimsuit, to sense attention and how to draw it. Kennedy thought this over, checked it wouldn’t be too distracting, and accepted.
After that, things went well right up until swim practice (Kennedy’s transformation certainly wasn’t a surprise, not to anyone paying attention). Putting on her swimsuit went fine: Her new swimsuit-only 6th sense for attention wasn’t too obtrusive, as promised. That said, the minor curse (that swimsuits would be quite skintight indeed, especially showing nipple bumps and cameltoe) was pretty embarrassing at first (Kennedy did quite a bit of blushing looking herself in the mirror, let alone ), but one of Admilu’s great powers is that people Just Get that curse effects are simply curse effects (as opposed to drawing certain kinds of conclusion about, ahem, moral fiber), and the curse-ees know that.
The real trouble came Kennedy stepped outside, and became visible to people besides the female part of the swim team: She could tune out her attention-sense in and of itself just fine, but its content, in this situation—the appreciative eyes tracing over the curves of her chest, her waist, her well-muscled legs—the (usually) brief attention of those spotting where her swimsuit took up the shape of her nipples and lower cameltoe outline with unnatural efficacy, not stared at (by most) but definitely noticed—that, she couldn’t tune out. She hurried to less visibly swim in the pool, which worked well enough (though it put her backside in easy ogling position). Then a chat with a teammate tripped the other half of the ‘boon’, telling her of the best words, poses, and deeds to subtly or not-so-subtly turn his eyes from her face to less polite parts of her body, and Kennedy folded: She stuttered, made her excuses, and fled.
Back in reality, outside Kennedy’s head, she finished swimming her first set of pool-lengths, and decided to more closely ‘look at’ the attention-draw suggestions of her ‘boon’: How to dismiss them, or request less or more blatant suggestions, how people might be directed to at least ogle her muscles more then her curves…that sort of thing. After testing less jiggle-inducing ways to for instance exit the pool (see image), Kennedy took a deep breath and decided she’d finish practice with the others after all. She might’ve gotten in over her head, attempting (however unseriously) to divert attention from Lilia of all people, but (she tried to convince herself) that’s life: Sometimes you take an unexpected dive.