By IridescentGentleman
Mind Alteration, Exhibitionism, Bimbofication, Age Progression, Cultural Play
Synopsis:
Hardworking Human Relations Rep Shashi “Sasha” Kapoor has always gone the extra mile in life. But when she unwittingly puts on a magical pink pendant, she finds her aptitudes, her interests, and even her body changing. Will Sasha be able to hold on to her job? Or will she find new meaning in a very different life?
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[This story takes place in the same universe as a previous story of mine - Mona Lisa Smile. While it can be enjoyed alone, there are parts of it - especially the Pink Pendant - that will make more sense if you read through Mona Lisa Smile first.]
[Disclaimer: All characters in this story are entirely fictional and over the age of 18. If you aren’t over 18, this story is not for you. Additionally the author does not condone any of the immoral actions or offensive behaviors of the characters herein. This is fictional, fetish writing for entertainment purposes only.
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The pink pendant rested at the bottom of Sasha’s purse, waiting.
The pendant didn’t think in the way a person would. It was a thing of instinct. Of reaction. But it did know its circumstances. It was aware of its surroundings. And it knew of its owner during their brief time together.
The pendant had been alone for three months now. But three months wasn't such a long time for the relic. It had been on display in the antique store for years. And it had spent decades before that in an attic, lost by its last wearer.
The pendant had enjoyed her. The pendant had been happy she left her husband to strike out on her own. And it had liked Lisa Ricci - Mona Lisa now - too. It had made her so much happier.
And it already knew what its next owner would be like. Sahshi Kapoor - she liked to be called Sasha, it knew - had only touched it briefly. She had only touched it twice. But the pendant had gained glimpses into her mind in both of those instances.
It had seen a mocha-skinned beauty, already a vision of radiance even before it rested around her neck.
It saw a family history going back to Hindustan, now India. Closer to its home than Alice’s roots in the land of…was it Noo Jerzi?
It had seen a woman who worked too hard. Who lived her days out in front of the glow of a machine under harsh fluorescent lighting. Even when she wasn’t at this “office”, she took it home with her. It permeated her entire life.
It had seen enough. All that was left was for Sasha to put it on.
And then it would help her.
The pendant emitted a dim glow from its pink stone. Enough to garner a second look and nothing more. Once the pendant was on, it was free to do its work. But it had a few tricks to get its owners to take that step. To embrace their new selves.
To let it make them better.
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Sasha Kapoor’s eyes shot open as the alarm on her phone played an upbeat morning jingle to wake her from her slumber. The Indian-American woman rolled over towards the phone, reaching out and grabbing it to silence the noise. It was time for her to get up. But it was still too early. Well, it wasn’t too early. Sasha had just stayed up too late. Those grievance reports weren’t going to address and then file themselves, right? She checked her phone for notifications. Sasha had hoped that a confirmation for the receipt of the reports would be in her email. But no such luck. Seemed like she was the only one in the office who had been working at midnight. Oh well - she was sure her bosses would appreciate it when they saw her work done first thing on Monday morning.
Despite her drowsiness, Sasha didn’t waste any time starting her day. She slid out of the large t-shirt and pajama pants she’d worn to bed, and with a single pull her white cotton panties fell to the floor with them. Sasha looked into her floor mirror to see her same long, black hair framing her angular face and pointed chin. Sasha had big, brown eyes and elegantly curved eyebrows, a prominent nose, full lips, and a beauty mark on the edge of her right cheek. Her face gave way to a slender body. Sasha’s arms were slender and lithe, her core was tight and showed the barest hints of a four-pack, and her hips were comparatively wide and drew some space between her full, fit thighs. Sasha’s chest was topped by perky B-cups, her butt was full but toned. And all of her skin was a rich shade of brown.
Sasha was Indian-American, and she was proud of it. Her Americanized nickname Sasha might have led people to believe otherwise, but that was a convenience - Sasha had gotten sick of listening to other Americans fumble “Shashi” a few times before giving up. While the other little girls did ballet, Sasha did Indian belly dance. While other seniors took graduation trips to Hawaii or the Bahamas to party on the beach, Sasha went to visit her extended family in New Delhi to learn more about her roots. She was fluent in Hindi despite her native language being English. And she had never been shy about being a part of her local diaspora’s community events. Nothing made her happier than seeing little Indian-American girls light up when she showed them all the things they could be if they worked as hard as she did.
Sasha moved through her modern, minimalist apartment as she got ready. She showered. She ate. She had her first cup of coffee. But as she went back to her room, something caught Sasha’s eye. She stopped, still dressed in her towel, and followed the gleam back to her purse. Sasha approached the bag curiously. What was it that had caught her eye? Sasha knew her phone was in her bedroom. She walked towards her purse and reached in. Her hands grasped around something cold and shiny. She pulled it out, producing the pink pendant and holding it in front of her face. Oh right! The pink pendant Shashi had been keeping in her lost-and-found drawer. Sasha sighed as she let the pendant dangle in front of her. The whole thing with Lisa Ricci had been bizarre from beginning to end, not to mention a nightmare for HR. Sasha wasn’t even sure why she’d brought that gaudy pendant home.
…well, it was pretty. The longer Sasha looked at it, the more she found herself taking in its positive qualities. The silver chain it hung around seemed authentic. The pendant itself, though obnoxiously pink, was clear and beautiful. Sasha knew it couldn’t be natural. But the more she looked at it, the less gaudy it seemed. The longer she stared, the more beauty she found in it.
Oh what the heck? Sasha smiled and unclasped the pendant, moving her wet hair out of the way so she could fit it around her neck. She felt a warm, comfortable feeling as the pink gem dropped to just above her cleavage. Sasha admired the pendant and the contrast between the silver and pink of the jewelry against her brown skin. Who cared if it looked like something cheap from a mall store? Sasha thought the pendant was cute. And she deserved to feel cute sometimes, didn’t she?
Sasha walked back into her room. She wanted to see how the pendant looked from the outside. The office worker stood in front of her floor mirror and her smile only grew. The pendant was so cute on her. And it’d be cuter with an actual outfit. Not this ugly towel.
In fact, it would be cuter without anything at all.
Sasha blinked. Woah. Where had that thought come from?
Sasha shook her head and let the moment pass. She wasn’t used to intrusive, raunchy thoughts like that. But the HR Rep had been especially busy for the last few months. Sasha hadn’t had time to go out or date. Maybe she had some pent-up urges she needed to work out. But for now they’d have to wait.
Sasha turned from the mirror to finish getting dressed. Today she wore a plain, white bra and panties, a navy blue blazer and skirt, and a button-down white shirt underneath it. She was the picture of professional perfection - even the pink pendant gave her outfit a bit of approachable levity. She returned to her bathroom to apply a minimal layer of makeup and slip in a few pieces of jewelry more tasteful than the pendant. With her earrings in and a simple bracelet, Sasha went to her kitchen to make a quick breakfast before finally heading to the door.
Sasha looked at her phone to check the time. She was running a few minutes late, but that wouldn’t be a big deal. The professional got into her car and set her bags in the passenger seat. Her drive was an easy one, and traffic was light this morning. And maybe that was what let her mind wander. As Sasha drove through the city, her mind drifted back home.
She had left her bed unmade. Sloppy.
But Sasha never made her bed in the morning. She usually only did it when she washed her sheets.
Dishes were still in the sink!
But she did dishes at home. Why was this suddenly bothering her?
She’d left her clothes on the floor. Makeup stains on the sink.
How could she live like this?
Sasha pursed her lips and took a big drink of coffee. No. She had no idea why the lack of cleanliness in her condo suddenly bothered her. It was her place. She could leave it a mess if she wanted to!
She could get naked there if she wanted to.
What?!
Sasha took a deep breath. Something was up with her. Not necessarily wrong, but off. Sasha hadn’t been this hard on herself - or this horny - since…maybe ever! And if she was distracted, there was no way she was going to be able to keep up with her job. As she pulled into the MetroCorp parking garage, Sasha tried to put a lid on the intrusive notions. She asked herself what she’d advise an employee to do in her shoes. What she’d suggest to someone else.
The first thing she’d do was suggest that they take some time off. But that wasn’t an option as far as Sasha was concerned. There was too much going on right now. But Sasha knew she’d never accept that answer from someone else. So why should she accept it from herself?
Sasha kept thinking. Maybe she could see the in-company counselor. She was the one who had insisted on having one to begin with. Why was a counselor there if not to give counsel, right? On the other hand Sasha could go directly to her manager. Aaron Stone, Sasha’s boss, had never been cruel or unfair. He was demanding, but it was his job on the line as mush as Sasha’s. She couldn’t spite him for the company culture. He’d been at the company for longer than Sasha. And maybe he had figured out a better way to balance work and life.
As she pulled into her parking spot, Sasha made an executive decision. She put in a request for a meeting with the office counselor. And then she put a meeting on Aaron’s calendar. Based on Aaron accepting the meeting and the reply from the Counselor’s office she’d get the chance to meet both of them today. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t feel better yet. She was still frazzled by the thoughts eating away at the edges of her psyche. But she was she she’d find a way to power through them and get back to work.
Sasha got out of her car. She stood tall and she held her head high. Whatever was going on, she’d power through it. She headed for the elevator in the parking garage.
And the little pink pendant bounced on her chest.