"Thanks for the ride!" Jade called out as she walked down the path to her front door. Randi stayed in the driveway as she fished her keys out and put them into the lock. The driveway was empty other than her friends car. Her parents were still out, still socializing because of their new positions in McMillan Corp. No, not really new. Only to her, because she had been dropped into this life. And even then, it was only the Jay part of her that was still adjusting to this. To Jade, it was normal.
She opened the door and entered, waving to Randi who finally pulled out of the driveway to make her own way home. Leaning against the door, she let out a long sigh. It didn't really feel easier. That was something that the Jade and Jay parts of her could agree on. She hated that her parents were so absent, that she could barely spend time with them. They hadn't had as much money in her old life, but they had done well enough. They had been able to spend time together too. It... it was hard. Being around the others helped. It felt like it filled the hole in her heart, but there was still a gap there.
Jade pushed herself off of the door and made her way to her room, dropping her bag by the door as she entered. She changed into her pajamas and sat at her computer, unlocking it. She was tempted to go digging some more, to find out what she could of the lives of herself and the others who had been recruited to the squad. She had missed Karyn and Jen's relationships when digging earlier. Had that been an oversight, or were changes still happening? If Ms. Holloway was still twisting things, pushing them a little further with each passing day, hour, or minute...
She stopped as she saw some messages from Kyla. Checking in, saying again that she was excited for the shopping trip that they had planned for the coming week. Jay had known she was lonely, in a way. One of the few girls in their 'clique', if such a word even really applied. Gladys Brewer counted, was a friend of Kyla's that had come along with her, but... there wasn't a lot of overlap in interests. Gladys really only hung around because of her connection to Kyla, not because she had been interested in friendship with the rest of them.
Comparing her new memories to the old, she could really see the difference. How Kyla practically craved time and attention from Jade. It had been a bit much, at times, she knew. But... with her Jay memories, she got it. She shot back a message, saying she was excited too. She started to browse, but the messages coming from Kyla kept distracting her. Jade considered telling her she was busy, trying to get something done, but it felt wrong. She cast a quick glance to the page, Jen's profile, and navigated back to her main feed. She would focus on Kyla for now, lean into a friendship that Ms. Holloway had nothing to do with.
The two chatted throughout the night, interrupted only by Jade making herself dinner and when both needed to go to bed for school the next day.
Randi parked and took a few moments to compose herself, bracing for what she would face inside. The pool party had let out a bit earlier than she had expected so she had stopped to get herself some food after dropping Jade off. She really didn't want to deal with a family dinner right now. When she hit the point where she knew it would draw attention if she didn't start making her way inside, she exited the car and went into the house.
"Miranda? Did you eat?"
Randi practically winced at her mother's voice. "Yes, mom!" she said.
"Something healthy, I hope."
"You know how Sarah is."
Her mother made a noise that Randi recognized as begrudging acceptance. After a moment, she emerged from the kitchen. "You've been awfully busy this weekend. I thought we could watch a movie once dinner is finished, spend some time together." Her voice was a mix of hopeful and demanding, where Randi knew there wasn't really a choice.
She nodded. "I was going to shower, get the chlorine off. Should line up pretty well." Her mother nodded, and Randi went to it. A longer shower than the one she had taken earlier, where she allowed herself to enjoy the hot water pouring over her. When she closed her eyes, she could almost forget about all of the craziness of the last few days, almost forget that her body was foreign to her.
Even though it wasn't, really. Not in the way that it should have been.
After about half an hour or so, Randi climbed out of the shower and dried off. She changed into a pair of yoga pants and a black tank top. She went to the living room where her mom had already set things up for the movie. Her brother and father were missing, so it was a girls night. After a girls day...
Randi sat on the couch next to her mother, resting her head on her shoulder. She was tired. Physically, sure, but emotionally and mentally, too. So much craziness, so much to adjust too. She wanted to rest and recuperate, like her coaches would always tell her to do. This... it was odd. A Miranda thing rather than a Randy thing, but it was nice. Comforting in that strangely familiar way. She managed to stay awake through the whole movie, a rom-com that she knew her mother and she both enjoyed. When it was over, she went to her room and climbed into bed, falling asleep soon after.
Nadine sat up in her seat, wiping at her lip with her thumb. The small amount of fluid there came away easily and she smiled as Steve tucked his dick away. "I wish we had more time for fun," he said.
"Me too..." Nadine agreed. She leaned over and kissed him which led them into a makeout session that lasted for a few minutes. Steve's hands moved over her body, groping and teasing. She wanted more. Desperately. She knew it was wrong, that she should save herself for marriage and resist these temptations but it felt so good. And, really, if they didn't have actual sex then they were safe, right?
Steve pulled her boobs out of the top of her dress and started playing with them. She grinned, knowing he was pretty much as insatiable as she was. Or maybe it was the other way around? She broke the kiss and made a tsk'ing sound. "We don't though, really," Nadine said. "Sunday dinner is important."
"So is us getting to spend private time together," Steve said. "I want to fuck your ass so bad."
"Language!" Nadine said, barely managing to keep the giggle and desire from completely overtaking her voice. "Now, if you get me home I'll reward you tomorrow and definitely give you a chance at my ass at your party."
"You better not make me wait until the party for that," Steve said. Still, he buckled up and started his car, pulling out from the spot they were parked and heading to her house as she tucked her boobs away. She was almost willing to bet that they made it there in record time. She kissed and thanked him, then climbed out of the car and headed into her house.
She froze at the door, looking at the family portrait that was hanging just inside. She looked at her new self and felt her disgust and self-loathing well up. I've become a whore. she thought. I've allowed a man to defile me before marriage, sucked his dick, and promised to do it all again in the coming days.
"Nadine? You're home?" her father asked.
"I am," she said. It sounded hollow to her. Would her father notice? Would he pick up on the fact that something was wrong? If he could, maybe he could realize that she had been changed. That they all had. Could he help? If the three of them prayed...
"Dinner will be ready shortly. Get yourself ready."
"Yes, daddy," she said. She made her way to her room, feeling how stiffly she was moving. Of course he didn't. He wasn't the father she knew, and she doubted that even he would have been able to pick up on all of this with the black magic that had been put into play. She washed up and went to the dining room to join her parents for dinner. They ate, chatting about various things that didn't really feel like they mattered. Her mom talked about donations and organizing fundraisers, but it sounded so... wrong. Like the motivations were off. Her father barely mentioned church at all. Occasional references to conversations with other members of the congregation or the priest.
Once dinner was over, Nadine returned to her room and sat on her bed. Her phone chimed and she grabbed it, seeing a message from Steve. It was a photo, his body from the chest down. Nude, dick hard. Nadine was disgusted on some level, aroused on another...
But she felt okay when she gave into the urges. Still conflicted, still scared, but the pleasure made it all easier to deal with. She quickly stood and locked her door, stripped down, and took her own picture to send back to Steve. The exchange became quicker, escalating to pictures and videos of them pleasuring themselves. She came twice before he sent video of him cumming, which pushed her over the edge for a third time.
Which left her feeling shameful once the pleasure subsided. She maybe felt worse, if that was possible. She sent a few more messages to Steve, keeping up the flow of their conversation, and then went to sleep when she was able to exit the conversation. Sleep would help too, she hoped. A few hours with no thinking, no worrying, no... existing, really.
Delia smiled as she ate dinner, both of her parents talking through their days, occasionally inviting her to add what she did. Not that she had done much that was interesting to them, but... they cared enough to ask. To include her. And they were both there, which was still a lot to wrap her head around.
"I made brownies for dessert," her mother said.
"I'm tempted to call the meal here and move onto those," her dad said, turning toward her and winking. "How about you, kiddo?"
"Tempting," Delia said.
"No brownies for anyone who doesn't eat all of their dinner," her mom said. "You're both old enough to know that,"
"Aww, come on honey," her dad said.
It was such a simple exchange. Dumb jokes and comments. It was normal, probably the kind of thing that other kids groaned at witnessing or taking part of. But it was nice. They finished dinner and ate brownies, her mother promising to supply some that Delia could bring for her friends for the next day, and they even watched some TV together. Some show that Derek had never watched but that Delia's whole family watched together.
She was tired from swimming and from... well, the everything that had been dropped on her over the past few days, but she wanted to enjoy this time with her family. It was midway through some show that even Delia barely recognized that her dad got her attention.
"You're nodding off, Dee," he said. "Think you should hit the hay."
"I'm not that tired," she said.
"You look that tired. And if your body is telling you you need something, you should listen. Hit the sheets young lady."
She thought about arguing, but... she didn't really want to. She sighed and relented, standing and kissing her parents good night, then heading to bed.
There was a lot that was messed up with all of this, but having her parents and her friends... that made this so much easier to swallow. Hell, she had been invited to a party for the popular kids. That... it all added up to being worth giving up her old life, didn't it? One she wasn't even really happy with.
She drifted off to sleep, smiling but feeling conflicted.
Trinity's eyes were on the TV but she wasn't really paying attention. She knew, in the same way that she knew how to put on the clothes and make-up that had come with her new life, that she always watched this show on Sunday nights. To not watch it would seem weird, raise alarms. Her dad was in his room, trying to sleep since he had to be up early for work, but he could hear the sounds of the show. He probably had a better idea of what was going on in it than she did if he was still awake.
She couldn't really feel the way that the bitch Holloway's magic was affecting her, but almost... She had chickened out on entering the pit at the show, but she could have written that off as not being used to the body she now found herself in. It made sense. She was smaller, didn't have the same sort of bulk that she had as Trevor. But she had slipped into full Trinity mode earlier. She had gotten annoyed at Steve, Biff, and Chris interrupting their 'Girls day'. She had actually said that shit, which was...
It was fucking pathetic. It was playing into Holloway's hand. Or it felt like it at least. Even watching this show felt like a loss. Not that she knew how to actually score a win against the witch. She could change them this much, threatened to wipe their minds and make them into the girls they appeared to be, and... who knew what else she could or would do.
It was scary in a way that Trevor had never felt fear. She was capable of things that no one should be capable of, and their only real choice was to go along with it and hope that she would put things back to normal once she got whatever it was that she was after.
Trinity waited for the show to finish then turned the TV off. She went to her room and changed for bed, then climbed in. It was earlier than she usually went to bed, but not so much that her dad would notice and think anything was super fucked up. Especially not after a day when she had been swimming and out with her friends.
Friends who had been anything from strangers to the closest thing she had to enemies a few days ago. She didn't fall asleep right away. Even an hour after lying down she was still awake, still thinking. They needed to come up with a better plan than 'play along and be good little cheerleaders'. She kept looping around that thought until she finally drifted off.
