Devasree sat still and tried not to cry as the lawyer read through her mother’s will. She’d been very good all week, trying and mostly succeeding at not crying since her entire extended family had perished in a freak accident, leaving little nine-year-old Devasree – Deva for short – all alone in the world.
"We’ll appoint a guardian for Deva, of course," the man was explaining to the state caretaker. "The family has more than enough wealth that we don’t have to worry about that." He flipped through some more papers. "As for specific bequests… the contents of her mother’s safe deposit box are to be provided to her. I’ve taken the liberty of having that delivered to her room. Everything else passes to a trust that the firm will manage until Deva reaches the age of eighteen." He nodded smartly and collected the papers. "I’ll begin the process of selecting a overness, and keep you appraised."
Deva silently went to her room. She didn’t want a governess. She didn’t care about some stupid trust. She just wanted her mother.
The safe deposit box was sitting on her desk, the key next to it. Rubbing at her eyes, Deva sat down and opened the box.
Inside was a single gorgeous necklace, with an cluster of rubies set in gold, and a short letter.
If you are reading this, it means I have passed on before I have been able to gift you with the power that is yours by birthright – the magic of the Ruby of Haridwar. Wearing it opens you to incredible power to reshape the world to your desires.
The Ruby is how I opened our family to the power and influence we now wield, and I hope you use it wisely and justly. I know your heart is pure, and your mind clear. Make me proud, and carry our family’s legacy forward.
I will love you forever,
Wordlessly, Deva raised the necklace over her head and placed it around her neck. Every fiber of her being wanted her mother back, and did not want to be watched over by whatever stuffy governess the lawyer was sure to select.
Immediately, Deva felt an incredible warmth flow through her, as if she’d jumped into a hot bathtub. Stumbling to the mirror, she watched as her skinny, youthful body began to lengthen, her head inching higher and higher every moment. She was engrossed as she watched her face thin down, some of her baby fat melting away from her features.
As she continued to grow taller, however, Deva found that other parts of her body were growing in altogether different ways. Her breasts, for example, were rapidly swelling larger. She was quite pleased by this — she’d only received her first bra a month previously, and the indignity of only needing a ‘training’ bra had rankled. Now, though, Deva’s breasts were outpacing everyone else in her middle school classes, and she knew she had more growing to do.
Middle school? She thought with a start. Searching her memories, Deva found that knowledge was flooding into her mind, backfilling the years she was now skipping thanks to the Ruby. Already smart, the Ruby extrapolated generously, Deva’s scholastic career one long high point, with top grades in the most challenging subjects her teachers could throw at the blossoming young woman with the unruly masses of black hair.
And blossoming she was. Now in late high school, Deva had a body that many of the teachers looked upon with envy, and that the sex-ed teacher sheepishly used as a teaching aid — fully clothed, of course — for the effects of puberty on teenage girls. Her breasts, full and heavy; her hips, wide and fertile. If she carried a little extra weight around the middle, well, she owned the look, completely and utterly. Every boy in school dreamed about her curves.
In her memories, she spurned them all. Her will was set on college, and finally reaching the age of majority, when she could finally take control of her family’s trust and really start down the path her mother had laid out for her before her death.
College, she discovered, was every bit of a scholastic romp as public school had been. Deva devoured every bit of instruction she could find, but left without a diploma once she was sure any further time on campus would be a waste. Through it all, her necklace stayed nestled between her fantastic breasts, smoothing over disputes with its power yoked directly to her will.
Now, then, here stood twenty-four-year-old Devasree, Deva to her friends, and fifteen years older than she had been just minutes before. She leaned over slightly, hardly able to believe what had just taken place. But no, there was the truth before her: the necklace, still shining dimly; her body, wide and beautiful, reminiscent of her mother’s gorgeous form; her mind, filled with the knowledge of an expensive, self-directed education. She was mature and ready.
"Look out, world," Deva said, growling at her mirror in the sexiest voice she could muster. "Here comes Deva."