As Jen got off the bus with her parts in her bag, she walked with her boyfriend Brad to a secluded area on the outskirts of the school. Had it not been for the second part of Kyle’s curse, Jen would probably not have told Brad about the change to her genitals, even given their relationship. Brad was your stereotypical jock, with the requisite combination of crassness and naivete born out of small-mindedness that gave him exactly the “bro” personality one assumes of a high school quarterback. Jen was with him because he was the male royalty of Glendale and it was her rightful place as the female royalty to form the school’s power couple, at least for the remainder of senior year.
But the curse meant that Jen’s psychology was changed such that she had a subtle drive to show off her long-distance-capable bits to people she knew, and as she had been talking on the bus she had stopped their conversation to tell him that she had something important she needed to show him. As Brad started guessing what it could be (all the guesses were laughably wrong, inevitably), Jen rationalized her risky decision to herself, telling herself that if she could trust anyone it was her boyfriend and that she clearly wouldn’t be able to hide it from him for long. Before long they had arrived at the trees on the outskirts of school, Jen deeming even the bleachers where they occasionally made out too exposed to show Brad her new condition/capabilities. Jen started to reveal her secret, feeling nervous but at the same time mildly aroused.
“You know how we often can’t find anywhere to have sex?”
“I think about that all the time babe.” Brad looked downright wistful as she continued.
“Well, what if I had a solution?” Jen teased the moment out, enjoying Brad’s confusion.
“Like what? You made a treehouse?” Brad replied eyeing the trees suspiciously.
“No! Like THIS!” whispered Jen excitedly as she pulled her pussy out of her bag.
“Wait…that’s, WHAT THE-“ Brad’s eyes went wide for a moment in shock before another secondary effect of the curse came into effect, causing his expression to return from near-horror to excitement. Since the curse couldn’t achieve the effect Kyle had intended if everyone who saw Jen’s junk started calling hospitals and research laboratories (though where Brad would have called is anyone’s guess), the curse mildly affected their minds as well, turning their reaction into one comparable with seeing a very valuable trinket.
“Whoa! Is that like plastic surgery?”
“Well….yes. I got a procedure done, so now we don’t ever have to deal with waiting until someone’s parents aren’t home” Jen opportunistically used the suggestion as cover for being able to avoid explaining the whole curse thing.
“And I can….” Brad’s eyes glazed over for a second as he tried to imagine the possibilities.
“Yeah, you can take part of me home and we can have fun….if you’re good, of course.” Jen said with a wink. Jen let Brad stroke her for a little while as she sat next to him and watched. Jen knew she had him under her thumb. He would never do anything I wouldn’t like, if it means he’d lose out on THIS. Jen thought to herself with an air of haughty pride. This just means that I’m even more of a catch, nice curse Kyle. Taking her vagina back but promising more later, Jen walked with Brad back to their first classes.
As Brad was understandably quite keen to try out the results of her "procedure", Jen lent him her vagina that weekend after she had received perhaps the most differential treatment she had ever gotten over the whole week. She had given him strict rules on when it was okay to have sex with her; a range of times when she knew she'd be alone, the requirement to call her phone and let her know before doing anything, and to wash her clean immediately afterwards. Brad was respectful of these rules, remarking after the first night how much tighter she was than when she was whole, not even realized he’d put his foot in his mouth in typical Brad fashion. Jen had found it cute, in an idiotic meathead way. And so she had continued to let him borrow it.