Jess couldn't believe it. Her room's window had, if she stretched her head out of it, a fairly good view of Angie's. She had watched the whole thing and instantly, transfixed by the changes to her neighbor. As a guy she'd looked out of her window on the odd occasion to catch a glimpse of the snobby cheerleader. She even had a few photographs of her in compromising poses. She'd never shown them to anyone of course, and even releasing them anonymously wasn't an option, it being clear exactly where they had been taken from. Still, it had given her that sense of power whenever she'd received a snide comment or a dirty glance from her.
Jess waited, and as the change finished, she could feel her memories being altered. She remembered the Angie as she was before, but she also remembered the geeky girl. Strangely, there wasn't a whole lot of difference. She'd still see her every morning, Angie had still tried out for the Cheerleading team, though failed miserably to get on. Jess even vaguely remembered taking photo's of her in the same way.
Quickly, Jess got up and dashed to her computer. Navigating briefly to the secret folder on it, she opened up a random image and sure enough the picture was of Angie in her room, as before, but this time as her new nerdy self. Every picture was almost identical except for the one major difference, and as Jess got to some of the more lewd pictures, she found herself becoming aroused (as per usual). The sight of the nerdy Angie touching herself and fondling her naked body was, as it had before, drive Jess to begin playing with herself. Her hand slipped into her shorts, past her underwear, this time not even bothering to discard the clothing prior. She probed and prodded, pumping her fingers in and out and feeling the moistness once again spread to her clothing. She didn't care. A hand wondered to her breasts and she began fondling those as she lent back in the chair. The thought of Angie's naked body, week, petite, racked with an orgasm, was enough to push her over her own edge and she arched as the liquids spurted out and her soccer shorts became completely drenched. Her breathing was heavy and she had to calm down as the afterglow began to fade. She gazed at the chronivac lying meter's away, grateful and amazed at the wondrous world she now found herself in.
She shed her bottom half, now content to walk around with her new female organ on proud display. No one was in the house and every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she giggled. She was rather proud of her body and her pussy, bare with no pubic hair (presumably to stop any discomfort while doing sport) was a feature she kept coming back to with a grin that seemed permanently affixed to her face, It was a weird sort of pride. She wondered over to the chronivac and again looked at all the options. She didn't want to leave this body yet, and after the revenge she had exacted on her. She pondered producing more costumes but thought instead to try out the portable emitter with some presets to carry out any of the spur of the moment changes she may want. Quickly typing in to the computer some of the fun ones she could think of, she dashed over to the wardrobe and pulled out another pair of soccer shorts and underwear. A memory had suddenly popped into her head and she had realized that with all this going she was late for practice. It had, after all, been why she was dressed for soccer anyway. Grabbing the sports bag and stuffing the chronivac she dashed out of the door. Leaping the stairs deftly she was away, ready for soccer, and any mischief she could come up with meanwhile.