"Come in," I finally said, assuring myself that I just wanted to talk to him, just wanted to figure out what the hell had been going on with my life since I'd made those wishes about my appearance. It had nothing to do with the fact that I found him attractive, the fact that part of me wanted what he had so obviously come over for, and it definitely had nothing to do with the bottle of tequila he was holding. So why did my eyes keep drifting toward it? Why was I craving it? It was kind of like the cigarette thing. Before I'd made the wish I'd never smoked a day in my life. On the contrary I'd been extremely antismoking. When I'd lit the first one after school today though, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world, like I'd been doing it forever. Something was going on here and I didn't like it one bit.
Steve smiled and, much to my surprise leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips. I knew I should fight it, should pull away. Everything was screwed up right now, thanks to that stupid wishing rock. One thing was certain. Tomorrow Jon and I were going to sit down and figure out how to fix this. The breasts and the hair were bad enough, but the thought of spending the rest of my high school career as another member of Sarah's entourage of dimwitted, bimbo cheerleaders was just too much. His lips felt so good on mine though, so strong and firm. Somehow I managed to pull away before any tongue got involved.
I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep before Steve had shown up, but I knew I wanted a cigarette. He followed me into the otherwise empty house, closing the door behind him and tossing his varsity jacket on a hook on the coatrack. Backtracking toward the couch, I found my pack of smokes. I was pretty sure I probably didn't smoke in the house, but my parents were out of town, so I decided to have one anyway. It helped to take the edge off a little and I sat down on the couch.
It wasn't long before Steve was sitting down next to me. He didn't waste any time slipping his arm over my shoulder and resting his hand on my arm. When I turned to look him in the eye, carefully removing the cigarette from my mouth, he smiled. I was about to ask him about us, about what exactly we were, when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Part of me, the little Karyn inside who still had her manageable breasts and short red hair, rebelled against the act, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. It was almost like my body was on auto pilot as I leaned into the kiss. Although, as far as I could remember, it was my first real kiss, it didn't feel like it. Even if my mind was a little lost, my body seemed to know what it was doing. I felt a hand on my cheek, the other one sliding up and down the side of my body, trying to worm its way beneath my oh so tight shirt. It surprised me that I didn't stop him. In fact, when I felt his tongue pressing against my lips, I opened them and met it with my own. I wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted before I finally broke it, finally pulled away, but I don't mind saying that it took my breath away.
Without even realizing what I was doing, I reached for the brown paper bag and pulled the bottle of amber liquid out. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize what was happening until I felt the burn of the tequila against my throat. I'd never tried a drop of alcohol in my life, but it felt like my body was used to it. The taste was stronger than I was prepared for, and I felt my face contort. Steve seemed to find this all very amusing. After another long pull, I set the bottle back down and took another drag. Could the wishes I'd made about my physical appearance really have made all of this happen? I knew I should get up. I should send Steve away, despite the growing warmth between my legs, and lock the door. I should avoid all contact with the outside world until I had the chance to talk to Jon tomorrow. On some level I knew all of this, but my curiosity was getting the better of me.
All my life I'd been the good girl. Not a perfect angel by any means, but I'd never really gotten in trouble, never really taken a chance. There was something dangerously appealing to a seventeen year old girl who read fantasy novels for fun, about being alone in the house with a cute guy who wanted her. This would never have happened to the old Karyn. She never would have let it. Maybe I wasn't the old Karyn anymore.
Another quick kiss later, a thought occurred to me. It hadn't weighed very heavily earlier, but now it was pushing its way through the back of my mind. "What about Sarah?" I asked with a devilish grin. I'd never paid much attention to the popular crowd but I was pretty sure that Steve and Sarah were an item.
He smiled back, one of his hands casually sliding up and down the leg of my jeans and sending shivers through me. "Relax Kare, she thinks I'm out with the guys tonight, and Biff's covering for me."
I didn't know what to think and my mind began to race. Was I really that girl? The one who fooled around with other girls' boyfriends? Part of me was repulsed, couldn't believe I'd stoop to such a level. Another part of me, more toward the surface was completely blown away that somebody who had Sarah McMillan, the most popular girl in the school, would rather be with me. True Sarah was my friend, or at least she was now, but I'd hated the bitch before. The thought that I could steal her boyfriend from her had a certain appeal. It was almost like I was taking revenge on her.
"Good," I finally settled on. I leaned in and kissed him again, allowing my hands to sample his firm body as we embraced. When I pulled away, I took another pull from the bottle. I was starting to feel a little light headed and I liked it.
Steve leaned in and whispered, "You promised you'd wear the uniform."
I smiled back. "A promise is a promise," I told him as I stood up, feeling a little dizzy and laughing it off. Inside I was screaming at myself. This isn't you! You're going to regret this! I reached down for the bottle, nearly falling over and took another drink to drown the annoying little voice. Still, I knew if I didn't send him away now, I wasn't going to
