Elsewhere in the school, Kyla Leeson was chatting with her friend Gladys. Kyla was a quiet and shy girl. Unlike most of the girls in school, she wore no makeup, and very plain clothes.
"Why did you even say yes to him?" Gladys asked.
Kyla looked around. "Well, he kept asking. He's done it before...asked girls out that don't seem normal for him...I just...was curious," she blushed a bit. "It may have been a bet for him or something, but it was interesting to see what it was like for a boy to..."
All of the sudden, everything stopped.
There was nothing nerdy about that slut when we got into bed. She's like a sexual animal.
The words, even though Tom Welles wasn't anywhere within earshot of Kyla Leeson, the words echoed through Kyla, changing her to the very core of her being.
Genetically, nothing about Kyla changed. But her clothes and hair had changed. Shy Kyla had never cared much about her appearance, but the new one clearly did.
They weren't the expensive sort of clothes the cheerleaders wore...the ones that looked like they had to be cut out of them, but, suddenly stylish glasses or not, people who hadn't even noticed Kyla Leeson would certainly now.
Except, to nearly everyone in the school, shy dumpy looking Kyla had never existed.
Kyla walked down the hall confidently, heading toward her first class. She thought about last night. She'd finally given Tom Welles a date. It was mostly to get him to stop asking her...and her plans for the evening had fallen through.
He and his friends were so...juvenile. He'd probably already spun them some fantasy about how the evening went. Tom was cute, but when faced with a girl who knew what she wanted...When she reached into her purse and handed him a condom, suddenly he became timid and nervous, like a little boy. Like she would trust him to be prepared.
It was getting into crunch time for her end of year projects, and nothing helped stimulate her to work harder than some exercise. She smiled a bit. Maybe she would see him again.
