Nadine stretched as she woke up, sun peeking in from between her curtains. she sat up, hair hanging all around her face. She usually braided her hair before bed, but she hadn't last night. Or... was that right? It didn't feel quite right. No, old Nadine from before Ms. Holloway had worked her magic on her had braided her hair each night before bed. New Nadine didn't, according to the memories that popped into her mind. And it was as those memories struck that she realized her prayer hadn't been answered for the second day. God hadn't seen fit to restore her to her normal self.
She sat up and reached for her phone, unlocking it and checking her various social media sites. It was only after she had liked the 20th or 25th picture on Instagram that her eyes drifted to the time. Just a bit past 11. Nadine gasped as she realized what that meant. She had missed church. She stood up, going to her door and reaching for the knob. She stopped as she heard her parents talking in the kitchen and more memories streamed into her mind. They didn't go to church every Sunday. On holidays, for sure. But... that was it?
She stepped back from the door and sat back on her bed. Was that why her prayer hadn't been answered? Because she had been dropped into a version of her life where she wasn't devout enough? Surely God would realize that that wasn't her. That she had been a good follower and...
But she hadn't. Because she had slept through church. It hadn't even occurred to her to set an alarm, and it had felt so normal. She hadn't even thought to check the time for nearly 15 minutes after waking up. Her hand went to the cross around her neck and she squeezed it. She believed, she did. God wouldn't abandon her because of some dark magic, right?
But... He hadn't done anything yet. That witch was still out there, and she and the rest of the girls were still changed. Why would he allow all of this?
Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it without a second thought, seeing a message from Steve Farber. He had never had her number before. She wouldn't want him to. He was one of the most sinful people in school. Now, though... she could remember many interactions with him. Both casual and... intimate. Again, never crossing that one crucial line, but... She looked at the message.
Morning babe, wanna meet up today?
She felt conflicted. She knew what he wanted and how wrong it was. But she felt so low... so abandoned. And in her memories, it felt so good...
I'm meeting up with Sarah and the others later :(
Why had she added that face? It was so unlike her.
I can drop you off there whenever you need to be there. His message was followed up quickly by another, a picture. His... manhood on display, tightly wrapped in his boxers to show it's size and shape. It was new to her, technically, but she could remember it.
She looked around, then up toward the ceiling. Up toward heaven. "Give me a sign..." she said. "Please, anything to help me resist this temptation."
Her phone buzzed again, and she looked at it. A similar picture, but minus the boxers. Nadine bit her lip, then smiled.
Pick me up in 30?
She received an affirmative message and started getting ready. She would need to shower and pack a swimsuit for later. And... she paused, realizing what she had done. What she was doing. Part of her mind was so against it. The other part, which in this moment felt so much more real to her, had already made these justifications so many times before. She was 18, she would be graduating in a few months, and as long as he didn't enter her vagina, then they weren't really having sex.
And the fact that she, or a version of her, had made those justifications before made it easier for her to make them now. She hurried to shower, needing to hurry to be ready for Steve. She showered, then got dressed. Her dress was floral, low cut and showed off a lot of leg. It was the sort of outfit that the Nadine of two days ago would have judged a woman for wearing. Not quietly, either. Now she wore it without a second thought. A pair of high heeled sandals completed the outfit.
She left her room, walking by her parents who were seated in the living room on the way to the door. She gave them each a kiss. "Heading out, I'm gonna be hanging out with my friends all day."
"Have fun," her mom said at the same time her dad said "be good."
"Of course," she said, smiling. She stepped outside, purse over one shoulder with a swimsuit inside. She started walking down the street as she could remember doing many times.
She was a street over from her house when Steve pulled up, stopping next to her and popping the door open. She climbed in, closed the door, and leaned over to kiss him. As their lips met, she found herself rethinking. This was wrong, she knew where it would lead, and if she left now...
Steve's hand moved to her thigh and slid slowly up her leg. Each inch that it crept making her feel more and more of a... thrill. Her own hand moved to his leg and slid toward his crotch, squeezing. They broke the kiss.
"The usual spot?"
That spot was a clearing in woods. It wasn't exactly unknown, but it wasn't usually populated at this time of day. She hated that she knew that. She hated that she nodded. On some level, at least.
Steve smiled, squeezed her thigh, and started driving.
