The Tickler (Paid Post #2)

 Janice was just like every other girl. She was tired of being so young and tired of looking like someone that needed to be taken care of, but most of all she was so tired of people tickling her.
 She decided to get dressed in her mom's clothes, there was no way anyone would tickle her if she looked so much older and mature right?
 Her friend Billy showed up. Ugh Billy, she liked him enough but he was a serial tickler. Billy loved to great Janice with a hug and a tickle. Just like he did today only this time it was different.
 Billy gave Janice a hug and looked her up and down.”Janice, why are you dressed like some old lady?  Get your club gear out we're going dancing!” He reached out and gave her a little tickle   
 This time rather than giggling like usual Janice let out a moan. “That felt,” she paused trying to find the right word. “Good?”
 She looked down at her body and it seemed, bigger? More mature?
 “Good huh?” Billy smiled and reached out to tickle Janice again. She initially pushed herself back because she detested those tickles so much. But then she though about how good that first tickle felt and readjusted herself. She stepped forward. Billy tickled her some more and the moans in her body increased. She felt like her body was growing older and stronger with every stroke of his finger tips.
 Billy didn't seem to notice, or care as he practically hungrily tickled Janice's tightening body. Janice grew taller and matured. Soon, she was lifting up her blue dress and softly moaned to Billy “Here, Tickle me here.”
 Billy's smile melted and he bit his lip trying to hide his arousal as he reached out and tickled her stomach. Janice moaned some more as her legs stretched longer and she just couldn't get enough but she had to stop herself.
 She took her hands and squeezed them around Billy's wrist, pulling his hands off of her. “Later,” She whispered. “First, I need to get changed. Then we dance, and if you're really good, I'll let you tickle me some more if I haven't brought someone else home with me.”   
 Billy Looked her up and down, marveling at her firm new body, and uttered two words he never thought he'd utter about his young friend, “Yes Ma'am.”