Ty now Lizzy’s head hung low, she was broken and defeated. The new rebel in her wanted to fight back but she knew provoking the new Ty would only make things worse. She turned around and started her way back to the dump her new memories called home.
Liz was filled with a wash of new emotions despair, self loathing, anger, and lust. The more she dwelt on her predicament the more miserable she felt, which in turn made her angry. She was angry at Ty for not giving her powers back, she was world for giving her power only to take it away, and she was angry at herself for kinda liking it.
In her old life she was an abused foster child that always played by the rules, she was nice and kind yet nice guys finish last and that was the case for her. Now she could try walking a different path. She tried being nice and look where it got her. She was now stuck in the body of a bad girl, so a bad girl she will be. The thought made Liz flush with excitement.
Halfway home Liz decided to stop off at the drug store. She felt a new feeling she never did as Ty, she now had addictions to feed. Walking in, she headed straight to the liquor and proceeded to grab herself a case of beer. As she was checking out Liz decided to be more adventurous and asked the cashier for a carton of cigarettes. While the cashier was turned away Liz pocketed a handful of cash form the register. A rush of excitement was making her horny.
Liz spent the next few hours chilling at the local park, downing all her beer and smoking half a pack of cigarettes. She was a bit disappointed she wasn’t drunk yet, apparently she has built quite the tolerance over the past few years of underage drinking.
Liz crushed her beer can and tossed it on the park lawn before heading off. She continued home when a shop caught her eye. It was a tattoo parlor, and her new memories told her that the old Liz only got one tattoo, and that simply would not do. She would have to out due the old Liz, really show Ty what he lost. Liz went in and spent all the money she stole, getting tattoos all over her left arm, one on her right shoulder and one on her lower back. Liz also got herself several more piercings, three in her brow, one in her tongue, one in her nose, seven in her left ear and ten in her right, she got a barbell piercing in each nipple and one in her pussy.
After all the work she had done she was short on cash to pay it all. “Perhaps an alternative form of payment is in order.” Liz purred as she unzipped the tattoo artist’s pants as his massive dick flopped out. Memories of fucking and sucking rushed her head, allowing her to masterfully give the man a blow job, after all sex and crime were her two best talents. The two continued to fuck for hours.
It was late when Liz came stumbling home around 2 in the morning. She lived in the poor side of town, and her apartment was the embodiment of a slum, the result of her parents drinking or gambling away their money. Liz fumbled with the lock several times before making it in side. She quietly made her way to her room, as she didn’t want to wake the alcoholics she calls parents, she simply didn’t have the energy to fight. She crashed onto her unmade bed, not even bothering to undress, and slowly drifted to sleep.
Liz had a full day, looking back she lived more life in one day as Lizzy than her entire life as Ty. Liz stuck a hand down her pants as she thought about what happened to her, she was only seventeen and her future prospects were looking bleak. And that just made her wetter, bleak was her style, and rebel was her life.
Liz thought to herself, “Maybe I’ll drop out of school or maybe I’ll get expelled again. Who cares I won’t amount to anything anymore, her self loathing taking over. My fate has been sealed by Ty nothing to do about it other than enjoy the ride.”