Author note: Was gonna be one chapter with the last one, but it felt a little too long.
The cheerleader began the final transformations in quick succession, not bothering to stop the watch or watch them finish.
“My hair retains whatever color and style I give it, with 0 maintenance. I would know, since I’ve experimented with loads of combinations over the years. I can even get it to hold a pattern or design. Right now I’m wearing it in a simple braid, and… you’ll let me decide the color”
Her hair darkened into a wine red as it became boyishly short, save for two locks on the sides, which draped down onto her collarbone, and a braid touching her back.
“I’m not a slacker by any means, but I have better things to do than being star student, so I absorb things quickly enough to ace all the tests, and do the bare minimum to avoid repeating elsewhere.”
As her bag lightened down to a couple pirated e-books, her brain swelled with information. Ironically, she’d probably retain more lessons than most of the GT kids.
“I still find time to nerd out over personal hobbies, and anyone who judges me for it wishes they could kiss my ass.”
Common ground between the cliques. If Janine wanted to be, she could probably be a bigger social butterfly than Rhianna, though that was a big if.
“My greatest passion is opposition. Seeing failings of society and tearing them open for all to see.”
There was one class she failed. That history teacher thought he could pass off his whitewashed interpretation of the cold-war as authoritative; even having the gall to act all proud when she called him out on it.
“My greatest talent is art. Giving word and sound and image to the evil I see and its destruction”
Her jacket became rough, and covered in patchwork illustrations. It was the first and only piece of clothing Janine sewed together completely from scratch. Her backpack filled with spray paint, sketches, speech manuscripts, and a single wireless microphone. A handful of lewder works stayed at home, she wasn’t that brazen.
“I’m no armchair culture-critic either. I’ve never lost a fight, and not for lack of trying.”
A small handful of scars appeared on her body. Conveniently only where it would accent her features, save perhaps on her knuckles. More notable was the elaborate full-back tattoo of a Leshen. A reward for single-handedly chasing off some old skinheads who had been harassing the artist.
She may have learned to partially hide her binding just to show it off.
“All my bodily fluids smell pleasant and evaporate quickly without staining.”
Rhianna probably expected lavender or something equally ‘clean’, and not the savory sweetness that made both of them hungry as much as horny. Still, Janine was thankful that her pants could start to dry.
“All my entrances are fully erogenous no matter how much sex I have, can stretch and contract to accommodate different sizes, and I have a prehensile tongue.”
A single thought intruded on Janine, “Heh, uvula.” in the moment before she began cumming yet again, re-soaking her drying body.
This time, the hypnotist paused for just a moment, and Janine seized it. She forced her voice to stay steady, even through the pleasure of ongoing changes, even as her mind swirled with emerging memories and re-writing history.
“So, does that mean I get a lot of sex then? Does this plucky hero get the beautiful princess in the end, my dear?”
Janine’s nemesis bit her lip, trying not to drool as her gaze turned manic, “oh yes honey, very… very soon now, just a little more…”
“I never have to sleep alone if I don’t want to. I haven’t felt much inclination for steady romance, but I have a long list of friends with benefits. Men, women, losers, alphas, even some who thought they weren’t into girls before I came along. But my favorite time has always been with my old bestie, even if she is Head Cheerleader now.”
And with that, Janine had the last thing she needed. Friends with benefits were still friends after all. As she learned to put her looks to good use, as her sexual prowess became the stuff of legends, as her conquests brought in their own friends, her own gang of apprentice rabble-rousers exploded in numbers. Sports, theater, theater, computer, it didn’t matter, all talents could be put to use.
Also holy shit, joke’s on Rhianna. Barb being a cardboard cut-out was only skin-deep, she got real passionate (not to mention kinky) once she was forced to open up a bit. Speaking of Rhi…
“Oh my god…” the crazed icon of hierarchy forced the words out in desperate gasps, “you’re more perfect than I could’ve dreamed…” Janine was right, her boyfriend seemed like such a petty thing next to the statuesque goddess she’d created. One more command, and Janine would be become her last lover, her true love, her devoted spouse who’d bow to her and serve her and please her, her and her alone… “Now, Janine…” she closed her eyes, nearly tearing up as she prepared to make the final stroke of her masterpiece…
“Hmmm, not sure Janine feels right anymore, what about Jan?”
“Wha-” before she could finish, the cheerleader found her arms pinned to her sides. Her eyes bolted open to see Janine effortlessly holding her at bay. Well, she saw Janine’s chest at least. With both girls fully upright, Janine stood over a foot taller. “Actually, never mind. I’m definitely a Janine, don’t you think?”
“You can’t… I commanded you to stay there!” She’d only closed her eyes for a moment, how did Janine close the distance so quietly? When did she break the restraints around her legs? Now the savage grin was on Janine’s face, “You said to stay until you were finished. You seemed done where I was sitting, funny how some commands can be interpreted.”
Janine pulled the watch from her would-be mistress, pondering what to do now that she was free.
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