Kyle opened his mouth and said, "You know, you are one hot ho, babe. And I'm just as hot now. We should fuck.
Now."
He reached out - his hands had gotten huge, and his eyes were wandering over her body like she was something
he could eat. Jennifer wasn't fast enough to dodge the one hand that grabbed her arm, and before she could
scream the other hand was over her mouth, as he shook his head. She started to say "Transfo--" but he slapped
her suddenly, and clamped down on her jaw. "No, I like who I am. No more curse."
She realized through the shock that he had completely accepted it, he wasn't struggling with his new identity
now. It made her realize just how careless she had been, since with his reflexes, she would have to be far
away before she could hit him with the curse again. She also felt his hard body - and oh god his dick was
almost freakishly big now, she could feel it half-hard and pressed against her - how would that feel? If he
raped her, it would kill her.
"Kyle, please, ..."
"Hush up now, you don't want my Mom to hear us. She's a real Jesus Freak, she already thinks you're a slut.
But a slut is just a ho who likes sex, and you like sex, right?"
Jennifer's eyes were large with fear, and she shook her head. "No," she said behind his hand. She knew she had
to distract him but he had already moved his other hand around her back to reach under her shirt, expertly
unfastening her bra. Apparently the curse had given him all the skills of the brainless testosterone-filled
skater jock that she had envisioned, not just the athletic ones. And the confidence was terrifying and
attractive as hell.
"You know you want me," he said, "All the hos do, it just takes one fuckin' ride on my board and they can't
help it, they all want more. It ain't rape if you want it, babe, and I can make you feel so good, want it so
hard..."
The hand that had unhooked her bra was now sliding, feeling red-hot, down her body, caressing her in a way
that left a tingling pleasure behind. Damnit, was this part of the curse? She hadn't SAID he would have the
seductive skills he was showing, but he was even better at this than her ex-boyfriend Jim - the wrestling team
captain. And the slap hadn't really hurt, he had expertly controlled his strength, it just shocked the hell
out of her. Something about him smelled good too, and his hard muscles against her body - but she hated being
trapped against the wall, his hand pressed across her mouth. It changed from a silencing clamp to fingers
stroking across her lips, and she resisted the urge to suck them into her mouth. Her nipples were starting to
harden too. This was too much, she had to stop.
She tried to bite his hand, and he pulled it away, threatening to slap her again. She felt fear burn through
her, like poison. "No, Kyle," she said, "We can't do this here. Your Mom would hear, remember?"
"Fine, but where? I gotta get off!"
"You won't die in five minutes, right? We can, uh, walk to school and find a place in the gym."
"Sure, babe, but I'm edgin' and the longer we go the less fun you're gonna have," Kyle said, the threat
fading. He didn't let go of her though, pulling her close and giving her a kiss that made her pulse race.
Jennifer swore silently to herself. He was not letting her get far enough away that she could safely speak
the words of the curse, and fix this mess. Kyle the unstoppable skater-rapist was definitely not the safe
dumb easily manipulated boy-toy she had been half-thinking of.
"OK, fasten your bra," Kyle said. "Mom will see it if you're unhooked."
She felt her face flush hot, again, and looked into the mirror. There wasn't even a handprint from the slap
earlier. Kyle leaned back against the door, one leg forward, thumbs hooked in his low-rider board-short
pockets. His legs were muscled and ripped, short golden hairs sparkling in the light over his now-tan skin,
and his brilliant dark-blue eyes were wandering over her body again, like he was thinking about what to do
with it with those big, too-strong hands. His clothes hadn't fit him nearly this ... dammit, he was looking
like sex incarnate again. His tee-shirt was carefully just a bit too tight, riding up so that a ripped
stretch of his apollo's-belt showed muscular curves that made her swallow hard.
"OK." She fastened the bra, knowing that with his reflexes she needed to be at least ten feet away before she
could use the curse. If she could figure out how to do it without making things worse.
He kissed her on the forehead, whispering, "You are gonna come so hard you'll forget your name."
She swallowed again, terrified. He reached around her shoulder, pulling her close, and picked up her pack with
his other hand, effortlessly. He opened the door. "Let's go."
She had to fake a smile when Kyle's Mom - a definite Church Lady type, in her frowsy plaid knee-length dress
and pearls, in the morning, glared at her from the other side.
"What were you doing in there with the door closed?" the woman demanded, her face hard.
"Nothin', Mom," Kyle started to say, but she knew he wouldn't be able to fool her.
"I had gone in to wash my face, Mrs. Perkins, but I had lost a contact. Kyle helped me find it, it had gotten
onto the floor by the door. We had to close it so I could reach it."
"I see. Well, next time, make sure an adult is present. We don't want you compromised."
"Yes, Ma'am," Jennifer said. They escaped to the outside, Kyle effortlessly kicking up his skateboard on the
way out.
"That was real smart, Jennifer," Kyle said, smiling - even his smile was sexy. "I would not of thought of
that."
She felt ashamed for a moment. He would have, except for her. And the stupid was beginning to grate on her
nerves.
The walk to school wasn't that long, but it was incredibly frustrating. Kyle never let go of her, and he kept
telling her what he wanted to do, and she kept finding her body trying to respond to it.