It was to her, a heavenly existance. Jon had always been a somewhat unpopular fellow - often picked on and abused by the schools jock population. But as Jen, she was beloved by every well-hung boy in school. Day after day, she spent most of her time hanging out by the lockers or under the bleachers, getting her itch scratched. Wanting more time for her daily regimen of fucking and sucking, she wished herself out of all her various "gifted" classes, and into remedial classes that nobody cared if she blew off. Instantly, her grade point average dropped to practicly nothing, as her records showed she was flunking every class, and HAD been for years. Jen was vaguely amused that she was now painting her nails, fluffing-up her hair and touching up her makeup in 9th grade again.
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except for fucking. She trolled through all the bigest studs (much to the cheerleaders disgust) and finally settled on the schools biggest jocks. Steve Farber, Mike "Moose" Matthews and Greg Harrison became her most regular fuckbuddies. They had huge cocks, could go several hours without tireing, and were far too stupid or arrogant to want to talk about anything other than sex and how pretty he thought she was. Jen found their dog-like devotion cute, and began to lavish attention on them out of school. After explaining she wasn't a one-man-woman, they accepted that she was going to continue spreading it around school, but once out of school (What? Was she going to waste her time doing homework?) one of them would pull up to her house in his car, and they'd go to a movie or something (where she'd blow him several times) before driving out to makeout point and screwing each others brains out. They was so good at what he did, and Jen forgave them for all the times they'd beaten Jon up.
"Jen? Jennifer, I need to talk to you."
Jen (who had been fluffing her platinum blond hair) turned and saw Karyn. She smiled, but really didn't care much about the girl anymore. Her life revolved around cock, after all...not pussy. "Hey, Kay...what's goin' on?" she squeaked in her breathy, little girls voice.
"It's...about the...wishing stone."
Jen sauntered into the nearest supply closet, lit a cigarette, and said "What's on your mind, Kay? You need me t' do som'thin fer you?"
"Well...I was wondering...if you'd used it on yourself."
Jen smirked. She'd wished that nobody would remember the old Jon, but not changed any of his relationships. Thus, Karyn remembered that she and Jen had been best friends before puberty had transformed the tiny girl into the sexual dynamo she had become. Karyn remembered that Jen had shown her the wishing stone a few weeks ago, changed her breasts and hair, and then...well, she returned to her usual perversity again. Karyn and Jen were friends, but that friendship was practicly dead. Jen felt a little sad about that.
Maybe...she should change that?
"Used it on myself? Babe, what's different about me?"
"Well...nothing. But, you're going to be held back another year, Jen. I'll be at collage next year, and YOU'LL still be in 9th grade! Couldn't you use the wishing stone to...I don't know...help yourself? I know that you're one of the smartest girls in school, but you just refuse to apply yourself."
"And why's that, Kayrn? Oh, it's because I LOVE to fuck, and school work just gets in the way! Don't you get it, Kay? I LOVE the life I'm living right now. All day and all night long, it's one gigantic fuck fest...and that's all I want from life. Can't you just be happy that I've found something I love you do, and be happy for me?"
Karyn sighed and nodded. "I guess...if you're happy...then I've got nothing else to say. I guess...I just miss the person you were before...you know."
Jen looked down, and some small part of her felt the loss of their friendship. It really was sad, but...what was she supposed to do about it? This was all she wanted from life. She hugged Karyn, and watched as the girl walked out of the room...and out of her life. She felt a pang of loss...but then relief that it was all over. Jens' last tue with the old Jon had been cut, and her new life could continue without further interruption. Jen smiled and dropped the cigerette on the grimey floor, mashed it out, and strutted out into the milling press of bodies. Boys hand cupped her tits and another squeezed her ass. She giggled, laughed...and loved every minute of it.
