The surface of the pool sparkled like cut glass, and the sun was so hot that the air shimmered above the scorching tiles. Paige, a girl with long wavy hair and enormous breasts, stood in her blue swimsuit at the corner of the pool, surrounded by boys circling her like a school of fish in warm water. "You're absolutely gorgeous," says one, "seriously, Paige, curves like that are crazy." Paige smiles in a way that only someone who is used to having the world bow down to them can, and she repeats to herself that this is justice, because life has finally recognized that her body is her ticket to anywhere. The compliments caress her like a small, constant breeze, and she basks in them. In her blue swimsuit, she is the star of the pool, a shop window doll, the queen of summer. Emily stands at a distance, a petite girl in a red swimsuit, crouching so as not to be seen, but so she can see everything. Her chest is flat, as if summer couldn't stop at her. She knows she is her polar opposite. What one was given in abundance, the other was given nothing. In her heart, she carries a secret love for Paige, a love that envelops her like a silent sea that no one can see. "What would I do to make her love me," she whispers to herself, while Paige laughs at strangers' compliments. After all, she's obviously into boys and doesn't notice her at all. But today everything will change, Emily tells herself. Yesterday, as if it were a sign, she met an old woman in a purple dress, a woman with sharp eyes and a shallow smile who said she was a witch. She promised to grant one wish. Emily asked for only one thing: for Paige to fall in love with her. Miracles happen to those who dare to ask for them. And today it will come true. But Paige notices Emily and pulls a funny face. "Look at yourself," she breathes with cruel tenderness that sounds like the song of a saw. "What nature didn't give you, no one can give you. Look at me. This is true femininity." The words are stones, and Emily, the still waters, breaks beneath them. Tears well up in her eyes so quickly that she can't stop them, and she bursts into tears, without a word, just with an open, wounded heart. In the background stands an old woman in a purple dress, approaching slowly but decisively; it is Agnes, the one who offered to help yesterday, and now she exudes a sternness that is as cool as a shadow. "You can't behave like this," Paige says in a quiet voice that cuts through the noise of the pool, "it's shameful to mock those who are weaker." Meanwhile, Emily runs away crying, running as fast as if running could fix the whole world. Paige lashes out at Agnes, who stands like a pillar. "I can behave however I want," she snaps. "Look at me, I have big breasts. I make the decisions." Then she pushes Agnes away, as if she wanted to push away the clouds gathering on the horizon. Agnes gets angry and says, "No one will ever see your breasts again, and you will never undress in front of anyone." And then, without delay, a turtle shell grows on Paige's body. First like a tightening of the air, then like pressure from within, like thorns pressing on everything that is soft. The shell grows under her blue swimsuit, tearing it apart as if something inside that doesn't like fabric has awakened. The shell presses her large breasts painfully against her body, and Paige cries out in a muffled voice. She tries to tear off the shell, her fingers sliding over the hard surface, the edges digging into her fingertips, but it's no use. It's as if it's grown onto her; as if it's a part of her that can't be cut off without cutting herself off as well. The pressure on her breasts slowly eases, but the shell remains. Paige gasps for breath. "No, no, no," she whispers to herself, "not this." She runs to her blanket. She fishes her phone out of the bag next to her. Her hands are shaking as if she were calling for help even in the silence. "Please," she says into the phone, "something's wrong with me... an ambulance... immediately." She packs her things, tears dripping onto the blue towel, and runs out of the pool. An ambulance stops at the entrance, a white box with a red plus sign. She gets in, and the paramedics look at her with amazement, with delicately concealed shock. "What is she wearing?" one asks the other, without wanting to be heard. "Is that some kind of... thing?" The other shakes his head. No one knows. They take her to the hospital. The ambulance hums like a metal shell, inside which Paige trembles, her heart beating against her shell. She walks through the hospital and everyone watches her. People stop, their eyes immediately weighing her up and judging her. Paige is ashamed. She is the girl with the turtle shell. She enters the doctor's office. The doctor introduces himself as Dr. Walters, a man with a calm voice and patient eyes. "Don't worry," he says, "we'll do everything we can." He performs all possible tests. The sound of the machines is a strange symphony. X-rays, ultrasounds, blood, touches in latex. Then he takes her to a room, puts her to bed, and leaves. Paige lies trapped in her turtle shell, hoping he will free her. "There must be a solution," she whispers to herself. "There must be." The next day, the doctor comes with the results.

  He holds the images like foreign maps of a landscape where a grown hill cannot be bypassed. "I have to tell you the truth," he begins seriously. "The shell cannot be removed. Your spine is completely fused to the shell, and your ribs have disappeared and been replaced by the shell. In addition, the shell largely replaces the skin of your abdomen and also the skin of your entire back. It is a vital part of you and cannot be removed without death." There is a moment of silence. Paige feels the world falling apart beneath her feet, even though she is lying down. "No," she whispers, then cries out, "No!" She falls into a hysterical fit. "I don't want to be trapped forever in a hard, uncomfortable, inflexible, heavy turtle shell!" Dr. Walters calls a nurse, and they calm her down, but she trembles like a bird behind glass. After a few weeks in the hospital, during which they confirm that they cannot find a solution, the room has become almost like home. Emily enters the room. The one Paige humiliated so badly at the pool. The one who still secretly loves her. She carries a large blue poncho, the only thing that can be worn over the large turtle shell and hide it somewhat. "I'll take you home from the hospital," she says quietly, her voice trembling as if she were carrying water in a bowl. Paige bursts into tears. Emily hugs her and holds her tight. The tears are suddenly warm and carry traces of both of them. They leave the hospital. They call a taxi, but Paige can't fit in the car with her shell. The driver apologizes, embarrassed and ashamed, as if it were his fault. They have to take the bus. They walk to the stop; the bus is full of people. Paige feels their stares. They are like tiny needles pricking the skin that the shell has replaced. She feels ashamed and starts to cry. Emily comforts her. "Breathe," she whispers, "I'm here." They take the bus to the city. They walk through the city to their home. People still stare at the girl in the turtle shell. Her reflection is reflected in every shop window like a stranger. They enter the house, and Paige has to enter the door sideways because she can't fit otherwise. They enter the apartment, Paige hangs her poncho on a hanger and bursts into tears, she takes off the poncho, but she will never take off the shell again, without permission, without light. Emily calms her down. Paige wants to sit on a stool, but with the shell it's impossible again. She cries again. "I can never even sit down normally again," she says, and the words hang like a short rope that can't be caught. Emily hugs her when she suddenly kisses her on the mouth. This surprises Paige. "What was that?" she blurts out. They go to the living room. They sit together on the couch, Paige half-lying down because her turtle shell prevents her from sitting up. They talk seriously about the unsolicited kiss. Emily takes a breath: "I've been secretly in love with you for a long time. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't resist the moment and kissed you." There is silence for a moment. Then Emily continues: "I brought that witch to the pool. I wanted her to cast a spell on you so you would fall in love with me. I didn't believe she was a real witch, but I tried it anyway. I had no idea it would turn out like this and end so badly." Paige freezes. She realizes that Emily is the reason she is trapped in a turtle shell for life. Her anger is swift, blunt, and suddenly overwhelming. "Get out," she says, her voice cracking. "Get out of my apartment." Emily gets up, her eyes full of tears, wanting to say something else, but Paige is already getting up as much as her shell allows and opening the door. Emily leaves. Paige closes the door and bursts into tears. In the evening, before going to bed, she tries to wash herself. She showers and washes her shell. She realizes how difficult it is for her now and that it won't go away, that it will always be this way. She starts crying again. Water flows over the top edge, and because she is completely encased inside like a turtle, it has nowhere to drain. She has to lean forward and rock her body to pour it out. It takes a while, but she finally manages it and goes to sleep. Before falling asleep, she realizes that she is extremely horny and that she didn't have any privacy in the hospital to satisfy herself, so she wants to try now. But oh no, her shell prevents her from reaching her private parts. It's like her own private chastity belt. She is frustrated, desperate, horny, and unable to satisfy herself. She pounds her fists against the shell, pulls at it desperately, but it is as solid as a rock. She is completely desperate. Crying and unsatisfied, exhausted, she falls asleep. She turns off the lamp, which she can only reach with difficulty due to the restrictions of the shell. In the morning, she wakes up and runs to the toilet, desperate to pee. But she can't sit down normally on the toilet because of the shell, so she thinks quickly, the urine is pushing out, and so she sits astride, facing the tank. She pees without dirtying the floor, one small victory. She eats breakfast in the kitchen, but since she can't sit down, she kneels at the table, the weight of the shell on her back pulling her down and her knees hurting. She looks in the fridge and the pantry, both empty. She has to go shopping, but she doesn't want to go out again in her turtle shell, among people; she would prefer to stay home forever.

  She clutches her head. She has to go. She puts on her poncho and leaves the apartment. She walks down the street with her shopping bag and is once again the center of attention, which she resents. She thinks that her friend is probably nice for bringing her the poncho to the hospital. That she still loves her even though she humiliated her so much. That she still loves her even though she is now basically a monster. That she is probably the only person in the world who will ever love her and that she needs to be satisfied so badly and can't do it herself right now. With these thoughts, she arrives at the store. She shops at the supermarket and people stare at her, she feels ashamed. Two children are talking about Mrs. Turtle. "I am Mrs. Turtle now." The pain inside is terrible, but she is no longer crying because she has cried so much, she can't anymore. She comes home, but as soon as she closes the door behind her, someone rings the doorbell. Still holding her shopping bag, she opens the door and there is Emily, her crying friend. She is shy, afraid of what will happen. She feels sorry for her and hugs her. Together, they unpack the shopping from the bag onto the table. She takes her by the hand and leads her into the living room. Back on the couch, they have a serious talk. About everything that happened and what can't be undone. Paige finally says she forgives her. And that she would like Emily to forgive her for humiliating her at the pool. Emily smiles and starts kissing her on the mouth. This time, Paige doesn't resist. Then they go to the bedroom together, and Emily helps Paige with her hand to overcome her horniness, which she couldn't overcome on her own. After a long time, Paige finally experiences an orgasm. An orgasm that would have been forbidden to her alone. Then they make love tenderly and for a long time. They fall asleep together in each other's arms, both happy.

  So in the end, they became lovers, not with the help of love spells, or actually yes, it happened thanks to spells, but ones that weren't meant to lead to that. Maybe they were meant to be.

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