JC was immensely glad she was no longer ten years old for more reasons than the obvious. The betrayal she'd witnessed by Karyn and her own mother had been devastating, and she was certain that she'd have involuntarily burst into tears if she'd still been younger than a teenager.
That said, she was still flooded with emotions, further compromised by the fact that her own sexuality was beginning to return now that she was older once again...and in the tight, toned body of a ballerina, no less. JC desperately wanted to examine her new body underneath the sky blue leotard and ivory tights, but she thought better of it in the presence of her peers.
Who, of course, were only exacerbating the problem.
Sarah McMillan might have been a grade-A super bitch to Jon and his friends, but that didn't mean she wasn't ultra-hot, too. Dressed in a classic black leo and white tights, Sarah seemed more approachable to JC than ever -- fragile, almost, in fact. Add in the fact that she apparently considered JC a friend, and it was tough for the Jon inside of JC to contain himself every time Sarah playfully touched her as they stretched and joked about school.
Their class was small, and JC seemed to have inherited enough ballet knowledge to hold her own, so she'd all but forgotten about her predicament when another ballerina interrupted Sarah's instructions to their students. It was CJ's instructor, and though JC took great pleasure in now standing a head taller than her, she was more concerned with the two women the girl had in tow -- Mom and Karyn!
"Sorry, Sarah, Jennifer..." -- Well, at least now I know what the "J" stands for, thought JC -- "...but have you seen CJ? She left my class for a bathroom break, but she hasn't come back, and her mom and babysitter are worried."
JC couldn't decide how she should respond, but it didn't really matter, because she didn't get the opportunity to do so before Sarah took control of the situation herself...
