The new Sarah sat down on a locker room bench to take off her shoes.
"What are you doing?" Jon's voice came to her in her head.
Sarah took a moment to decide whether she wanted to torture Jon by pretending he didn't exist, or whether she wanted to torture him by answering his question in the fullest possible manner. She settled on the latter.
"Are you aware of who I am, Jon?" A smirk subconsciously formed on her lips.
"You're Sarah McMillan."
"That's very flattering, but you're only mostly right." A white high-heeled shoe dropped onto the dirty linoleum. "I'm a little more than Just Sarah. I'm her body, her thoughts, her personality..." she paused as another shoe fell to the floor. "But I'm Karyn's memories." She flipped up her skirt and began to roll the pantyhose down her legs. "That means that I still don't like you, I still don't think you deserve to live on this planet, still intend to make your life in this school a living hell," with her pantyhose rolled down to her knees, she paused to give a little tug to her bra straps, shaking Jon, "but now I know everything about you."
Sarah waited so see if Jon would respond to that. He didn't, so she went back to her legs.
"Now there's a problem that I have. I like being me, being not just Sarah McMillan, but being Sarah McMillan with special leverage over Jonathan Alexander Gibson, and right now I'm the only Sarah McMillan that exists." The pantyhose rolled off of Sarah's feet. "But tomorrow morning, there's going to be another one running around somewhere." She unceremoniously removed her panties. "And I just can't have that."
"What are you doing to the other Sarah?"
The girl smirked again as she rose from the bench and held the small strip of black cotton in her fist. "I wish," she said, brandishing the stone in her other hand, "that the panties I am holding in my hand will absorb characteristics from anyone that wears them, and that the person who wakes up tomorrow when they turn human again will have those characteristics." She then turned to a locker at random. "I wish," she said, holding the handle, "that this locker wasn't locked." She pulled, and the locker opened. "I wish," she said, throwing the other Sarah inside, "that the owner of this locker will put on the panties that they find as if they were her own, and that she will trade underwear with one person before nightfall."
She closed the locker with a slam and walked back to the white shoes on the floor. "Now I wish I was wearing panties that matched Jon perfectly and were completely inanimate."
Sarah put her shoes back on, leaving the pantyhose on the floor. Who wears pantyhose in Spring, anyway? Then she left the locker room, and began to think about what else she would be doing that day.
