Keith/Katie gave Nicki a ride home. They didn't talk for most of the drive. Keith was too uncomfortable for conversation and, besides, he didn't need to ask directions. He already knew the way. It was the first time he had been around Nicki as a male her own age and he was victim to a disturbingly strong undercurrent of attraction to her. She had grown up into a beautiful woman, though she seemed oblivious to her effect upon him.
Nicki was drunk, half-angry, half-ecstatic, and most of all curious, not about sex, but about everything else. She peppered the young man with questions, about the medallion, about this mysterious other woman, about the man who now had the medallion, about Keith's old life as Carter before he had become Katie, but Keith kept putting her off with evasions, saying he would call her tomorrow and tell her everything she needed to know. Nicki refused to get out of the car until he at least gave her his cell phone number. Suspicious she tested it before getting out and heading up the front walk.
Keith couldn't help watching the sway of her ass as she went. He had been half-tempted to ask her for a kiss. Shaking his head, amused that hormones could still have such an effect on him in this, his third adolescence, Keith put the car into gear and slowly pulled away.
So that was the situation. Keith who had been Katie who had been Carter was a young man again, and full of a young man's impulses. Changed by the medallion more often than poor Nicki he was more accustomed to the behavioral modifications it made and had slipped into his new role with greater ease. Not so with Nicki who had once been Nick. Nicki was eighteen years old for the second time in her life, but for the first time as a woman, and there was little doubt that she was now a woman. It had been a long six years, watching from the inside out as her body had matured and developed into this supple, alien shape. Six years of periods and sitting down to pee, of bras and panties, of guys with hungry eyes and roaming hands. All of it passed through Nicki's memory in a series of sickening flashes, the skiny body filling out, breasts blossoming, hips widening, pubic hair sprouting to hide the vulnerable place between her thighs. Strangely, worst of all, her voice deepening not into the masculine register, but merely from a girlish soprano to her now familiar alto.
Yes, as far as the world was concerned "Veronica Andrews" was a sexually mature female, capable of bearing and rearing young. Indeed, if it were a century earlier she would probably already be a mother by now. Physically fit, even very attractive by most people's standards, intelligent if a bit wild, Nicki had a few black marks on her record, two arrests, one for vandalism, one for buying alcohol with a fake ID, but was otherwise considered a "goody two shoes" by her friends, which pissed her off to no end. All because of sex. Three of her friends, including Carrie, had already given up their virginity and they were all just sissified candidates for prom queen. It didn't matter what Nicki was or wasn't caught doing, cutting class, smoking, joyriding, flashing old men, or whatever other whim she chose to indulge. Until she did... that... she wouldn't really be the wild child she made herself out to be.
Now Katie, or rather Keith, had shown back up offering her a way back to her old life, to being a man once more. And she wanted it, but not in the precise way she had dreamed of over the last six years. Her old life as Nicolas Masters seemed too distant, too far away, only a half-remembered dream. She wanted to be Keith, not just because he was young and handsome, but because he used to be Katie and Katie was the one who had betrayed her. When she was done Katie would have to be Nicki and, if she planned it right, that wouldn't be any walk in the park. Nicki grinned a secret grin as she let quietly let herself into the dark, still two-story home. Once she had that medallion there would be some changes like Keith wouldn't believe. The thought of transforming not only herself, but Keith as well proved arousing. Nicki hoped that Keith had already popped his cherry while away, because once she had the medallion he'd be getting it popped again- - only this time it would be in Nicki's body.
Reaching the top of the stair without waking up Megan, the teenage girl quietly crept into her room and shut the door. Flicking on the light she tossed her purse onto the desk by the window and then kicked off her battered sneakers. Unashamed, indeed, not the least bit uncomfortable, Nicki stripped out of her clothing and examined herself in the mirror. After all, she'd had years to grow into this new body of hers. It would be almost a decade before long. Unless she did something. Nicki preened a little, vainly admirign her female form in spit of how much she professed to despise it. All the milk and exercize had done her some good. Perhaps other environmental factors had come into play, but Nicki was content to chalk it up to milk and exercize. She was two inches taller than Megan was at her age, but conversely also lighter. She was also far more athletic than Megan, her waist trim from crunches, legs incredibly well toned from hours and hours of running.
Of course all that running meant her butt was a little bigger and rounder, not fleshy, just a hard perfectly curved bubble. Her breasts were bigger too, though Nicki didn't have an explanation for that, another evironmental factor she supposed. They were at an annoying inbetween phase, too big for her C cup bras, which pinched, not yet big enough for a D. All that and the dyed hair helped differentiate her from Megan, a willowy brunette with a pleasingly plump bottom, something which had become increasingly important to Nicki as she grew older. But then, Megan was growing older too. Worse, depression had Megan drinking and eating more than was good for her, so her weight, which had always been a dicey thing, ballooned upward. As time had gone on they began to look less alike, not more.
Nicki decided that if she had to seduce this guy, this son of the woman who had betrayed Keith/Karen, then she certainly had the body to do it with. She wondered exactly how old her "target," as she started to think of him, really was. God knows, the guys at school wanted to get into her pants bad enough to cut off their right arms. Nicki smirked and then blew herself a kiss in the mirror. With any kind of luck she could be safely ensconced in Keith's body and he in hers by the end of the summer. She could spend her second senior year of highschool the same way she had spent the last one, as a man, partying, getting laid, raising a little hell. Granted, that wasn't exactly how she had spent the first go around, but Nicki tended to view her old life through a haze of highly-edited nostalgia.
Excited about her future for the first time in three years, Nicki locked the door to her room and turned off the light. She clicked on the ceiling fan, laid down on top of her black bedsheets, and furiously masturbated herself to orgasm, trying to remember what it was like to have a penis, to thrust inside a woman and ejaculate. It didn't occur to her just then that she would have to get more familiar than she would like with the female half of that equation before such fond memories would be a reality once again.
