Jessie was almost back to class when it became too much. Something was wrong. Her head ached, her body ached. Something about her clothes wasn’t right and the stone was gone. She slipped behind a concrete pillar and pressed her forehead into the cold brick wall.
Who was she? Contradictory information clashed in her head. With every breath, her tits swelled until they matched the image on Ronald’s phone. She turned around and leaned against the wall. It shouldn’t mess up her hair too much. Why did she care about that?
The T-shirt and the letterman shunk together. There wasn’t enough time for them to match the image Ronald couldn’t get out of his mind so the magic compromised. The blue jeans turned gray, tightening as her thighs and ass plumped out to their final size. Jessie frowned looking down at the rips. They were actually quite scandalous, one was only 2 inches from her crotch.
And underneath, seen through the multitude of rips, it was almost a wonder the form-fitting jeans even stayed together, were fishnets. She didn’t remember putting them on. She felt a little exposed wearing this. Another wave passed through her and an image burned in her mind. She didn’t know it but this was the image from Ronald’s phone.
Layla. The name popped into Jessie’s mind, immediately associating with a woman burned there. She felt a solidarity with this woman. She immediately felt more comfortable. They barely enforced the dress code at this school anyway. She could remember meeting Karyn on the bus earlier that morning. Karyn blushed as her eyes traced up her body. Karyn was so gay, even if she refused to admit it.
Karyn’s eyes traced up to her… What was she wearing? Jessie opened her eyes, the discomfort was starting to fade. She looked down and laughed. Right. Of course, she made Karyn so uncomfortable. A white and blue silk camisole covered some of her torso hemmed in by a tiny unbuttoned letterman jacked–it couldn’t button over her breasts anyway–that hugged her curves and kept her arms warm.
Zoe’s look of derision when she saw what Jessie was wearing that morning made it more than worth it. Zoe was her half-sister. Finally, the pieces in her mind fit together. She remembered Karyn on the bus. And Sarah. Wait how did she forget she was a cheerleader? All the naked girls… And the guys in their football uniforms. She squeezed her thighs together, unaware that the changes had stopped. Why did she have to be so damn horny? First Karyn, then that Ronald guy. She might have to take care of herself at lunch. Maybe in that server closet if it was still unlocked.
She pushed herself off the wall and slipped her hands into the letterman's pockets as she made her way back to class. Unsettled.
