A former witch, meanwhile, could hardly stop herself from daydreaming about boys and sex and the night before and everything lewd while in class. Athena had meant to take the time to be more reasonable with herself, and start approaching her new situation as the school slut more rationally than she had, but she was soon finding it was all too easy to stop truly thinking and let her mind wander into this or that scenario, ending in sex. Always in sex.
Athena shook her head and looked at the clock, frustrating herself at the lost time, and just how firmly her nymphomania had her in its grip. She had come more to accept it as simply a reality she had to deal with and would maybe even to love in time, but for now she needed a clear head, to reign in those impulses before they could be healthily expressed. For instance, that morning she wisely decided to buy several condoms to always keep in her purse, should the urge ever become unbearable again, as well as some packs of contraceptive pills to take regularly from that point on, and even a few pregnancy tests just in case. She found herself thankful she had only been sucking cocks so far, at least herself; if Steve, on the other hand, had decided to go all the way with her body and she got pregnant for it, she'd been in a world of trouble, and then so would he, if Athena had anything to say about it.
Truth be told, while in Steve's body, Athena hadn't wanted her own body back so much as she wanted Steve the hell out of it. He was hungry for sex even before exposure to Tiffany's nymphomania, and with it, Athena could only think of how much of a ruin her body would be by the time she got it back. Life as a slut wasn't something she had looked forward to when thinking rationally, in Steve's body, but that body was still hers, regardless of whether Tiffany's old insatiable lust now came packaged with it. Being a man was just odd for her, anyway.
To the matter at hand, Athena needed to find a good, reliable man to take care of her needs, and she needed him fast. Fun as her spree a few days ago had been, she couldn't lose control of herself like that again, not regularly; who knows what would become of her then? Athena needed some semblance of self control to stay functional, or else just to magic all the urges away, and she couldn't do that while her fantasies still tempted her so.
The old Tiffany, Athena realized, probably had a whole network of men on call to keep her urges in check and functional, and likely some analogue of that now existed for her. But as as a goth, Athena couldn't have cared less about the slut's sex life, and now she was having to rediscover all of that from the ground up: all the men, all their tastes, all their relationships to her, who was probably available, who probably wasn't, who needed more attention to get sex from, it all became a fairly complicated act fast. It was an easier problem to handle as a popular girl now, but all the information was still new to her.
Hence much of her time was spent on the phone. She was asking practically everyone she knew had already learned about the swap about boys, and how to get them. It was all as new to the former Goth girls as to her, so they could only help marginally with her issues if at all, and most of the new goth girls didn't do much more than insult her for being such a slut. Tiffany herself had only answered "Meet after school, I need to talk with you as well" and would say nothing else; Tiffany being probably the best source on the new web of sex, Athena was hanging onto those words and hoping.
As it turned out, the most helpful contact so far, despite the inevitable awkwardness of conversation, was Steve. Steve remembered everything about the timeline where Athena was always a slut, for one, and was enough of a sexual deviant to know many of the ins and outs of the school's sex scene even where not personally interested. Not all of them, but enough to give Athena something to work with from then on. Already she was working on future meetups, thanks to him. Steve even suggested she have sex with himself, to which Athena gave a noncommittal "Too soon after swap, but I'll remember that."
Aside from Steve, her social media and message history had both been wonderful info sources. Chat histories from before the swap had changed with the rest of the world to record secret sexual correspondences Athena had no memory of, and had become a veritable treasure trove of contacts for sex and rich relationship histories. They lacked context, however, and were often written in short innuendos and blurbs whose meaning she had issue deciphering, and that alongside other more mundane day-to-day correspondence. Still, if Athena had the patience, she had no doubt all her issues could be solved by sifting though that and deciphering all the meanings and histories. Athena had much more lust than patience, however.
All the while, she had to ignore uncomfortable messages from Amy about last night. Athena hadn't the focus to deal with that can of worms, not now. So the messages were simply left unreplied to.
