No. Karyn didn't want to spend the rest of her life pining for Sarah. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Sarah. Having Sarah. Owning Sarah.
She stood up.
"Karyn?"
She wasn't sure who had said it. Didn't care. Someone else called her name as well. Maybe a few other people. It didn't matter. She had one goal.
A false narrative built in Karyn's head with every step she took towards the cheerleader's table. Denial. Unfairness. Destiny. Every negative thought she'd ever had about Sarah melted away, and was replaced with desire. Replaced with the belief that Karyn deserved Sarah, and that nothing should keep them apart. A stirring in her mind sent a stirring to her loins, and the phantom feelings from a dick that she'd only had for single day sent stirrings straight back to the most central core of her brain, which Sarah had infected the day before with her voice.
Sarah's voice. Sarah's face. They were everything. Nothing else mattered but being close to her. Feeling how she'd felt in the boy's shower. She was owed by the universe the ability to feel that again.
The cheerleader table all but froze as Karyn stopped behind Sarah's seat. More people shouted her name. They were unimportant.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Sarah stood up to her full 5'2" height and stepped directly into Karyn's space.
Karyn smiled. And she pressed her lips into Sarah's.
For the splittest of seconds, Karyn felt Sarah try to pull away. Felt her move to break the kiss before it had really started. But this new thing that had awakened in Karyn's mind wouldn't accept that. She held the memory of being desired by Sarah, the memory of the look in her eyes as she saw exactly what she wanted. So Karyn knew exactly what Sarah wanted.
Strength.
If Karyn was going to have Sarah, then she needed to be strong. And Karyn was going to have Sarah. A pulse began in the deep core of Karyn's mind, and flooded out to fill the rest of it, to change the rest of it, and her body shifted to match. Because Jon's wish meant that Karyn's body would always match her mind.
Karyn's hands moved almost without her instruction, holding the back of Sarah's head in a grip that was firmer, stronger than Karyn ever remembered having, but simultaneously gentle enough that it wouldn't cause pain.
Sarah twitched at the contact, but she wasn't pulling away any more.
Not enough.
Karyn remembered the feeling of looking down at Sarah from a great height, of her looking up into Karyn's eyes with adoration. Strength wasn't enough. When she was in Biff's body, she wasn't just strong. She was also big. Imposing. As she held Sarah's face to her own, Karyn saw a vision of her own body in her head, and of the body of Biff which she'd inhabited the day before, one of them a foot taller than the other.
Size.
Karyn rejected her old size, her old height, as her mind embraced the image of being tall. Taller than any girl in the school. Taller than almost all of the boys. Big and strong and powerful in the way that Sarah adores.
Sarah found her neck craning down so that her lips could keep contact with Sarah's. Her hands drifted down Sarah's neck, past her shoulders, gripping her waist and lifting her off of the floor inch by inch to match every inch that Karyn gained in height.
And despite the fact that Karyn's hands were no longer holding Sarah's lips in place, the cheerleader did not break the kiss, and began to tentatively kiss back.
Still not enough.
They were kissing like girls, Karyn realized. Like two girls. But this wasn't how it had felt the day before. It wasn't just about size and strength, Karyn had had an assertiveness as Biff, even as she had bowed to Sarah's every whim, that she lacked as Karyn. Sarah could call the shots. But Karyn would take the action. Karyn would move like a boy, act like a boy, and kiss like a boy.
Stoicism.
She pressed her face more firmly into Sarah's, taking physical control, opening her mouth and letting her tongue dance with Sarah's. And Sarah's tongue danced back. Her legs wrapped themselves around Karyn's torso as her arms wrapped themselves around Karyn's neck.
Karyn's hands dropped from Sarah's waist to cup the cheerleader's butt. Not for support, Sarah's limbs were providing all the support she needed, but just to grip her. To have her. To own her.
And as Karyn felt the cheerleader actively pressing her body closer to her own, gripping more tightly with her legs, with her arms, with her tongue, Karyn knew that she had gotten what she wanted.
The two broke the kiss, panting, gasping hot breaths into each other's faces. And the sultry look that met Karyn's eyes as Sarah caught her breath even as she continued to hang from Karyn's body told her everything she needed to know. Only two words left the cheerleader's mouth: "Wow. Karyn."
The cafeteria stood in silence as Sarah slid off of Karyn's new muscular frame like a car, one hand lingering on a set of rock-hard abs. And with that physical contact, and with the eye contact that came with it, Karyn knew that she would always be exactly whatever Sarah wanted, do whatever Sarah wanted. And in exchange, Sarah would make her every sexual fantasy come true.
Karyn grunted. Smirked. Ran a hand through her shiny blonde locks that matched Sarah's own. Then she sat down in Sarah's seat, in front of Sarah's tray, a mountain peak among the hills of the cheerleaders. And Sarah slid under her arm and swung a leg over to sit on her lap, facing Karyn and putting her beautiful eyes where they were all that Karyn could see.
And they were all that Karyn wanted to see.
