As Jon was taking his books out of his school bag and placing them in his locker, he heard the voice of Nadine Ferguson, a prudish high-and-mighty Baptist girl who frequently insulted those people she deemed to be sinful. There was nothing unfamiliar about her insult this morning, as she passed Tiffany Sanders, who had the reputation for being the school slut. But what happened after her insult, that got Jon's attention.
"Ugh, get out of my way, you slut," Nadine said. Then something strange happened. The entire hallway seemed to ripple and then Nadine saw that she was dressed differently. All of her prudish clothes were gone, replaced by those worn by a slut. Her long-sleeved high-necked starch white blouse had been replaced by a light blue bare-midriff tank top, her ankle-length beige skirt had been replaced by a white pleated micro-miniskirt, her sensible 1-inch heels had been replaced by a pair of 5-inch heels, and she now wore quite a bit more jewelry, including the piercing in her navel. She also wore heavy make-up, but she couldn't see that at the moment (except for on her longer nails).
Jon blinked and stared. What the hell happened? And how come no one else was taking notice of the change?
Well, no one else except for Nadine. She obviously knew that she had changed, because she began freaking out about it. But for the rest of the school and town, Nadine had always been a slut. She was dressed like one, and despite the fact that she still retained her original memories, she would act like one too. She just wouldn't be able to resist the urge to have sex, no matter how distasteful her memories told her it was.
"Hey, Nadine," a jock said, approaching her. "How 'bout a quickie before school starts?"
Nadine was more than appalled, but the invitation made her anxious for some reason. She was feeling really weird. What she didn't understand was that she was feeling really horny, something she had never experienced before. Her body was telling her that she needed to fulfill her sexual needs, but her brain didn't understand any of it. But having this jock so close to her ...
She gasped, feeling a wetness form in her now-thong panties. What was happening?
"So how 'bout it, Nadine? I'm up for a fuck. How 'bout you?" the jock asked.
