"Fuck him," Karyn said to no one in particular, "he won't be such an asshole when he wants some pussy again tomorrow."
She thumbed through the student directory looking for her back-up plan, Carl Gaines. Carl played wide receiver on the school football team. He was taller than Steve or Biff at 6'1 and just as built. He wasn't as handsome as Steve--he didn't have Steve's flawless tanned skin nor was he as well-endowed--but he did have a nicer car and wasn't such a callous dickhead to her all the time.
Karyn found his number and gave him a call. She heard him pick up on the other end of the line. "Hello?"
"Hey big Carl... what are you up to tonight? Still seeing that mousy girl with the small tits who just teases you all the time?"
"Hey Karyn. Nah, I'm not hangin out with Nadia again until tomorrow night. You wanna come over?"
Karyn smiled. Nadia was Carl's girlfriend and a genuine pain in her ass. Head of the school's abstinence club, straight-A student, and a judgmental bitch, particularly to Karyn. As smart as the girl was though, she hadn't figured out that her boyfriend was getting laid on the side with the school slut. Or she did know but knew that no one else would want to put up with her nagging. Either way, Karyn didn't care. In fact, she didn't know what she liked more about fucking Carl--the sex with her enemy's boyfriend or the semi-disgusted look he'd get right after they were done. A devilish idea for tonight ran through her head and she smiled.
"Yeah, I'll be right over then. Let me ditch my parents."
"Alright. See you soon."
Karyn gave him a sultry sing-songy "bye" and hung up the phone. She walked over to her closet and gasped--what the fuck had happened to her clothes? The wish had changed her friends, family, and attitude, but it hadn't altered her wardrobe. She couldn't go over to Carl's dressed like this--even he deserved better.
Digging through the back of her closet, she found a pair of four-inch heeled sandals. White, with corkwood heels and a slight platform. Regular Karyn had worn them exactly one time as a bridesmaid at her aunt's wedding last year. Along with a pair of 2" black pumps she kept for funerals and events, they were her only heels.
"I don't know what the fuck is going on, but this is bullshit." She suspected that her mom had thrown away all of her clothes. Again. "That fucking bitch... who does she think she is? Maybe I can get Jeff to take me clothes shopping again tomorrow."
She dug through her dressers, growing increasingly upset at the lack of sexy garments to wear. She found a light blue t-shirt with an anime character on the front in her bottom drawer, something regular Karyn hadn't worn since the seventh grade. Slut Karyn however could make use of it. She took off her underwear, tossing her bra and panties on the floor. She wiggled back into her tightest skinny jeans, gingerly pulling them snugly around her exposed privates. She then pulled the undersized t-shirt on over her head, liking how it left her midriff exposed. Without her bra, her nipples poked through the thin blue fabric clear as day. She slid on her heels and stood up, admiring herself in the mirror. It wasn't ideal, but this would get Carl's blood pumping until she changed again. She pulled out her phone and snapped a few picks of herself looking hot. She'd upload them to Facebook later.
She picked up the shitty purse hanging on the back of her chair (and resolved to buy a new one as well) and checked it's contents. She gave out a disgusted "ugh!" and rolled her eyes when she realized that her mom had taken away her condoms, vibrator, and cigarettes.
She slipped her phone into the purse along with her sunglasses and some cash and walked downstairs. Normally she'd try sneaking out, but tonight she didn't give a fuck if her mom was pissed off--she'd had enough of that bitch's bullshit.
As she opened the front door, her mom walked back into the foyer. "And who are you going to fuck now? I see you're dressed like a street walker."
"Fuck you, mom. You're a fucking bitch."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? YOU WAIT ONE MIN--"
Karyn walked out, slamming the door before her mom had a chance to finish. She stepped outside, and saw her neighbor, Mrs. Martin getting the mail next door. The woman gave her a look of disgust. Karyn didn't care. She tossed her blonde hair back and started walking over to Carl's place, her heels clicking on the sidewalk as she went.
