The old Jon managed to exert enough control over Hilary's body's programming to tell Zoe he wasn't going to the Cauldron tonight. Hilary had hoped to go back to sleep to get the day over with. The sooner the next week was over, the sooner she could get back to her old life and pay Jerry back for this. But, since she had just woken up from a nap, she had trouble sleeping, so she decided to relax in the bath.
Lying in the suds, Hilary began to give into the messages her body had been sending her all day. Braeden had clearly amped up her libido. She explored her body, feeling both new and familiar.
The bits of Jon that still clung to her mind were repulsed by the images of Braeden in various states of undress floating through Hilary's head as she felt herself.
After exhausting herself and relieving her tension in the bath, Hilary made it back to her room and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, waking up to the sound of Zoe yelling at her that she was going to be late, Hilary got ready and left together with Zoe for school.
I'm going to miss this she thought to herself. I have really enjoyed getting to know my sister better, and once this is all over, I'm going to make more of an effort to keep up our relationship. But who knows what I'll look or act like after lunch today.
They arrived at school, and Hilary went about her day as usual (for Hilary) until she felt a compulsion to return to the computer lab during lunch. When she got there, she found Jerry and Braeden in a conversation.
"I just feel a little gypped," Braeden was telling Jerry. "I thought she'd want to spend more time with me."
"I guess that'll be a lesson to the rest of us," Jerry replied, addressing everyone gathered. "Apparently Hilary here managed to avoid Braeden yesterday. I suggest that if you do not want the same to happen to you, if you would like to get to know our friend better, you need to do a better job of setting the mental changes than Braeden did." Then, addressing just Braeden once more, Jerry said, "Look, I'm sorry, but your turn is over. It's Scott's turn now."
Scott was a pretty clueless guy on the school baseball team. He was the male equivalent of a ditz. Handsome but vacant. Heavily involved in baseball, so much so that he didn't seem to really care about anything else. He didn't have much of a reputation with the ladies, either. Not because he wasn't attractive. He was. But he just didn't seem to want to put any effort into anything other than baseball, including getting laid. Hilary had no idea what kind of girl he would make her into.
