Once inside the Fetch took the lead again, indicating with a nod of his head the Mei-Lynn should follow. They crept up the stairs past Mei-Lynns old room and the one her former parents slept in, before the Fetch indicated the door to the attic and whispered 'Your room. It's probably still pretty bare but we'll get the other stuff tomorrow.' After taking a peek inside he added 'Best go up alone. The stairs look like they might creak.' Mei-Lynn just nodded glumly
What she found up there didn't raise her spirits.
The usual clutter that dominated the space had been removed, probably behind the curtain that cordoned off a third of the room.' The naked bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated a single camping-cot with a small drawer serving as a bedside table. The whole ensemble looked kind of lost amidst the large empty space.
After the emotional wringer she had been through, that night, Mei-Lynn was exhausted enough, that even this dingy resting place was a very welcome sight. Killing the light again, she navigated over towards the bed by the light of the streetlamps shining through a ceiling-window. Once she had reached her destination she deposited the backpack next to the drawer and plopped down on the bed, wincing slightly as her chest bounced uncomfortably with the sudden motion. Bending down to remove her sneakers caused her chest to shift again and her hair to slide down to tickle her face. With an annoyed grunt Mei-Lynn tried to ignore the reminders of her new femininity and lay down on the covers, closing her eyes to try and escape her fate for a few hours and hopefully dream about football.
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Meanwhile in Kevins room.
Kevin had some time to think during his walk back home, and now that Biff had been dealt with he realized he had nearly forgotten about his three friends assaulting him in the afternoon. True, Biff had made it sound as if Kevin deserved it. But still . They hadn't even given him a chance to explain. So they still deserved a bit of grief coming their way.
Deep down he knew he was rationalizing a reason to get the same feeling of power again, he'd felt when he saw the realisation dawn in Biffs eyes that Kevin could turn his entire life upside down with a snap of his fingers.
Steve 'The stud' was the easiest target. At first Kevin entertained the idea of making him pine after Gladys Brewer, Kyla Leeson or any of the other girls 'the Stud' probably thought beneath his notice. But that would mean all sorts of trouble for the girl involved. She might agree to go out with Steve, just to be bored to tears because they had nothing to talk about. Or she'd be annoyed by Steves constant advances.
And people would start asking questions if the Stud had a radical change in tastes.
And that was the point when Inspiration hit Kevin, and he scrambled to get the stone from it's hiding place. 'I wish Steve Farber would develop a large crush on Mei-Lynn that won't fade until he heard me say that strawberries are overrated.'
Kevins next wish wasn't inspired by revenge for once. 'I wish when Gladys Brewer decides to go on a diet she'll find the willpower to go through with it until she is comfortable with her weight.'
For roughly an hour Kevin alternated between trying to come up with a fitting way to get even with Moose and finding a reliable way to introduce global changes like the eradication of cancer that wouldn't be traced back to him and had no unintended side-effects. World-peace might very well be delivered along the lines of the police-joke 'What do you call a place in town where the inhabitants never disturb the peace?' A graveyard.'.
In the end he decided to go to bed without making any further wishes until he didn't have to fight to keep his eyes open.
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Meanwhile in the Meadows attic
Mei-Lynn lay in the darkness and waited for sleep to claim her. But now that she had nothing to distract her, she had to deal with all the new sensations from her body again. Even the smell wafting from her hair was different when she buried her face in it while shifting from lying on her back to lying on her side.
But what really worried her was how was the first thing that popped into her head when she felt the hairs on her shins as they rubbed against each other.
Kevin had said she'd have to find out on her own, what exactly he'd done to help her 'fit into' her new role. She already knew about the accent, the desire to wear a bra in public and about shaving her legs. Some mental probing and whispered tongue-twisters also showed a vast difference in strength between the changes.
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The accent was definitely there to stay: Even if she took things slowly there was a hint of 'r' in every 'l' she spoke. She could mitigate it somewhat, but the slow careful pronunciation sounded even worse.'
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Shaving her legs on the other hand seemed mostly optional. The idea of going to school with hairy her legs felt pretty much like being seen with stubble on her chin: a bit sloppy.
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The bra seemed to straddle the middle ground: The idea of going without, resulted in mortifying visions of featuring prominently in the locker-room-discussions and the masturbatory fantasies of her former friends or finding her locker stuffed full of something disgusting and with the word 'whore' scrawled over it.
But the idea of wearing one felt uncomfortably. .girly. No, that wasn't what was really bothering her. Two years ago the football-team and the cheerleaders had switched uniforms for Halloween because of a bet and she'd worn the skirt with pride. No, what really bothered her was, that it felt like admitting defeat. Giving in to whatever Kevin had done to her.
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Of course with her bust she'd have to wear one, no matter how she felt about it. A sports-bra ideally. While thinking about the few things she knew about bras, her mind naturally turned to images of various women posing in their underwear. Most were from his private collection but there were also a few from jpgs that were passed around the locker room.
Mei-Lynn unconsciously rubbed her thighs against each other as she slowly dozed off, remembering pleasant moments she had spent ogling scantily clad girls. And much like her thoughts, her hand drifted towards a risqué destination.
The sensation of a finger parting her moist lips, jarred Mei-Lynn from her half-sleep. It took her a moment to reorient herself.' She was lying on her side in an unfamiliar room, and she could feel her hand buried between her clenched legs and it was touching something wet. A questioning twitch of her fingers stoked the pleasant warmth beneath her belly and elicited a little yelp of surprise.' '
The girlish sound and the way her slight squirming rubbed her hardened nipples against her shirt cleared the rest of the drowsiness from Mei-Lynns system and her hand jerked away as if she'd touched something hot.
For a while she just lay there, contemplating whether she should continue. It had felt nice, after all. And stroking her nipples through the shirt felt kinda nice too. But masturbating the first chance she got felt so .so lewd. But it was her own body! She had every right to touch it, just as she had as a man!
the question brought her internal debate to a screeching halt. She was pretty sure she had masturbated before, after all she had a porn collection.
Yes. She could definitely recall opening the porn folder and the Kleenex in his waste-basket afterwards. But when it came to the act itself, all she got was a vague notion that it had been pleasurable. Her memories of Sarah were the same. She remembered going out with Sarah, but had no recollection of the sex. Or the cuddling, the kissing or even freaking holding hands.
The realisation killed the mood as surely as any reminder of something unpleasant. For a while Mei-Lynn just lay there, staring at the opposite wall, her mind going a hundred miles an hour while improbably revenge-fantasies slowly gave way to a hollow feeling of loss.
