As Catherine sat down in her silver Prius, instinctively smoothing her skirt as she did so, she marveled at the changes not only to her body but her mind. Physically there was the obvious biggest change of her gender, but she was realizing there was even more than that. For one, Catherine was in so much better shape than the somewhat scrawny Jon. She could feel her coiled firm muscles with every movement, and her breathing was deep and clean. In short, she felt PHENOMENAL. She was also now acutely aware of her newfound beauty, and due to some of Gary's commands, found she wasn't embarrassed by the fact that people would be looking at her. In fact she took intense new pride in always looking her best, due to Gary's descriptions.
Mentally she felt changes in both her knowledge and the way she thought. So much new information had entered her head, books Jon had never read, skills he'd never practiced, not to mention an entire college education. Moreover, she thought as she nestled the seatbelt between her perfectly formed breasts, she thought she was actually smarter now. It made sense, she supposed, Jon was a B- student, whereas Catherine was hexalingual and had a doctorate to boot; it'd basically be impossible to do that without having a rather high IQ. She was also astounded by how her perspective had changed about the people around her. Karyn, for instance, had gone from her best friend, to just one of the students in her fourth period class who needed to work on her tenses. Lexi Starr, meanwhile, had shifted from some jock girl Zoe complained about and Jon had never spoken to, to the prize member of Catherine's tennis team and one of her favorite students.
Catherine was in fact so lost in thought, realizing she now had months worth of lesson plans in her mind, that she failed to notice the second car, a purple Mazda, parked next to her as she pulled into the driveway of her new house. She walked towards her new home, a gorgeously restored mid-century house with an extensive lawn, her heels clicking on the pavement as she fished her keys from her purse, acting on habits and intuitive knowledge her new ID had given her.
So it was, her thoughts decidedly elsewhere, that she failed to notice her girlfriend, Jackie, quickly approaching her in the foyer, until the other woman pounced upon her, pulling her into a passionate embrace. Catherine's eyes opened wide as the phenomenally beautiful news reporter, locked lips with her, their tongues dancing with each other.
Catherine was stunned. Her first thought was momentary anger at Gary for obviously further meddling with her life and identity, but that was quickly lost in a wave of pleasure as she held Jackie's warm body close to herself. 'Maybe there were upsides to Gary's machinations after all.'
