After Athena woke up, she stretched and smiled. Then she looked down at her pink nightgown and ran her hands over the silky smoothness of it. She felt incredibly hot.
Getting out of bed, she thought about all the guys at school. She licked her lips, wondering which one she'd choose first.
"What am I doing?" she suddenly asked out loud. She was trying to keep these feelings down, trying to keep them from taking her over, but it wasn't working ... just like what Tiffany warned. The sexual urges were coming more and more often. It wouldn't be much longer before she'd have to just grab a guy and have sex. And the way she was feeling, it didn't matter who it was.
She cleared her head of all sexual thoughts, as much as she could, and started to get ready for school. But as soon as she entered the shower, the feelings came back. Rubbing the soap all over her body made her feel so sexy, and she imagined not being alone in the shower as she did it. But not with just one guy, but with two or even three. And when she finally was done with her shower, she let out an excited burst of pleasure, which also was able to knock her out of her sexual daydream.
Stepping out of the shower and looking at herself in the fogged up mirror, she looked worried. And why shouldn't she be? She just had an orgasmic experience just by taking a shower. These feelings were getting out of control.
She quickly got dressed, choosing to wear a tight pink T-shirt with a low neckline (giving a nice view of her cleavage), a very short white pleated miniskirt (similar to the one she wore the previous night), and a pair of white open toe 4-inch heels. Around her neck, she wore a necklace, which a metal strip pendant hung from, resting between the cleavage of her breasts.
Besides the previous night, she had never worn an outfit this sexy. And this time she was the one that picked it out. More and more, she felt herself falling uncontrollably into her new life. And soon, she figured, she wouldn't want to go back. And that disturbed her.
After applying a fresh coat of pink lipstick and plucking her eyelashes, she grabbed her school bag and her purse, and headed out.
On her way out of the house, her mom told her to have a nice day. And Athena smiled, thinking that she would.
Tiffany awoke to a new day, feeling refreshed. Until she realized where she was. Suddenly, she just wanted to go back to sleep.
She got up and walked to her computer, as she saw that something on the screen was flashing. It said that she got a new e-mail. She opened it and saw that it was an e-mail from a store called The Occult Stop. She had heard of it, but obviously had never gone out of her way to find it. But now she may have had to, since the e-mail stated that her book was in and ready to be picked up. But what exactly did that mean? Was it another witchcraft book? She wasn't sure, but she felt that it was important.
She clicked the e-mail message off, then turned around and headed for the bathroom. Athena informed her that she never used shampoo when she showered and Tiffany did exactly as she said. She was tempted to, but something inside her stopped her. She suddenly felt like it wasn't her way, whatever that meant. So, she took her shower, without shampoo, but at least with soap, then got out and went back to her room.
She put on her plain underwear and headed towards her closet. Seeing the clothes reinforced the concept that she was a witch now. But, unlike two days ago, she wasn't as put off by the fashion style. It still made her a little uncomfortable, in a social sense, since everyone else was dressed in T-shirts and jeans, and she's dressed in 18th century fashion. But she was more accepting of it. Perhaps it had something to do with knowing that she was a witch, but she wasn't sure.
Today, she wore a full-length black lace dress (like the previous day), except this time she wore a brown leather under-bust corset, instead of a black one. And on her feet, black boots once again.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. It felt like she was looking at someone else. Someone else with her face. It was an eerie feeling that she didn't ever want to feel again.
She turned around and picked up her schoolbag and left, never making it a point to tell her parents she was leaving for school.
