Double Trouble

The genie quickly gave him a peck on the lips and wagged a finger in his face, gently touching his nose with it,

“I will see you at lunch!”

Simon nodded his head at his girlfriend and smiled. Jessica groaned as she put a hand on her hip and then became authoritative again, the same bossy cheerleader that had owned the school’s hallways.

“Besides, you have to fix some stuff today, and you promised to make me dinner again, remember?”

The auburn-haired photographer laughed and smiled, “I’ve got it handled, Jess. Relax!”

The emerald-eyed blonde pouted at his demeanor again, puffing a cheek as she let out a huff and then reaching up and whispering in her Master’s ear.

“Don’t ever forget. You can do anything.”

She pecked him again on the cheek and spun around with a smile as he was left staring.

“Now we’re even for this morning, Master!”

Simon watched his genie playfully walk away after a polite shove into the doorway. Her skirt swayed as she strolled ahead, and for a brief moment, he forgot that she was in any sort of danger. The photographer awkwardly entered his class as the bell rang and slumped exhausted into the open desk. Though replenished of his energy before his intervention, the strain still impacted his mind. He rubbed his face with his left palm and ignored the others in the room.

The dorkish teen exhaled as he shook his head and opened up his phone and the amulet’s app to start undoing the extent of the butterfly effect as much as he could.

He glanced up at the altered Mr. Jenkins for his Math class. The bald elderly male, replaced by a twin-pigtail-wearing brunette in a parody of a sailor’s uniform. Obviously, there had been some prior experience, or his friend had become lazy when changing teachers.

In any case, as it was, Simon would not have a repeat of today. With his focus drilled down again, the young man began rejecting as many of Kevin’s changes to the teaching staff as possible.

The sooner this ended, the better for everyone involved. For now, the auburn-haired dork would ignore only the prime candidates, those impacted in Kevin’s initial circle, such as Peralez, and focus on the unnecessary. The teachers like Ryder or those that were on the peripheral of Kevin’s view. That still left the issue Simon had discovered when the algorithm of the projected butterfly effect completed its task.

Theodore Edwards, Jessica’s Father. If Kevin’s changes were to become permanent, the man’s power and wealth would’ve grown more than it had before; even when immune, the indirect impact would funnel to his benefit. And Kevin would’ve had zero clue that he would’ve made his genie’s Father into the de facto ruler of the whole area. The most obvious impact to Simon was that besides Jessica, the indirect power of the amulet meant the planned effect on Tiffany could also impact Sam if the nerd ever discovered it.

The teenager genie Master then found himself asking about his beloved blonde’s Father again. How the hell was Jessica’s Father hiding all that wealth for it to explode like that? What the hell made him build a mansion in Eastlake and live an unassuming life with his trophy wife and daughter? Was Jessica’s Mother a part of this?

In any case, Simon didn’t need that threat to grow. The young man quickly set the changes to expire in 24 hours. Of course, considering it was the middle of the day, that would mean having to make sure school was off tomorrow so no one would notice.

Also, canceling classes would help with more than one issue. But after today, it would be worth it.

As he focused on shutting off Kevin’s botched handiwork, however, he missed the figure walking into the room, followed by the voice of his transformed teacher.

“Class, we have a returning student joining us today! Go ahead and say hello.”

A girl then chirped and laughed as the auburn-haired teenager felt his bushy eyebrow rise at the reactions around him.

“Hi everyone! It’s great to see you!”

That voice. The teenager knew that voice.

The bubbly tone and happy quality in front of a crowd of her peers. The command over the room as they giggled. Simon’s eyes glanced up. It couldn’t be… Jessica had walked off after she kissed him. The genie was just….

Then his jaw immediately dropped.

Whatever plans he had soon fallen out with it.

No Fucking Way.

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Jessica would make sure of it. Simon was going to cook her dinner tonight, no ifs, ands, or buts. His genie was insistent on that part when he promised to do that for her. The cheerleader was ready to have him do that again to get their day back on track from where they left off that morning.

She had been spanked, humiliated, pranked, and **** to send her favorite teacher home for her safety. Miss Littlewood was her English teacher, for fuck’s sake!

Her hot, sexy English teacher was now under the command of her Master like she was. Only after begging to please her was she home after participating in both the genie’s and her Master’s first threesome.

Jessica became flustered once more and shook her head at the thought of “Kimmy’s” lips on hers and the taste of that damned lip gloss. The cheerleader attempted to navigate the hallways alone to reach the library’s possible sanctuary during Study Hall and Lunch. Simon had to attend class. At least for the first half on her insistence. Master did not like his fourth-period class and would rather spend his time with her.

But the blonde acknowledged to herself that they would both need a breather after the first half of the school day.

Kevin, the perverted monster she had always known he would be, had made things stressful for her Master and the genie. She trusted Simon with everything, and as Kevin’s trials and changes kept coming, her Master was growing increasingly annoyed with his bastard of a friend.

It only made it clear to Jessica that her photographer would fix it. Her Master could do anything, and he would. She just had to be patient and endure. After that, Simon would know what to do about Kevin.

In the back of her mind, she’d known her childhood companion wasn’t going to sit by and react. Her awkward lover was taking notes, remembering names, situations. He agreed to the rules.

Hell, the way Simon told her how he manipulated the rules to suit his own needs, the way he tricked both Kevin and herself in some regard, made the cheerleader’s arousal in the classroom more intense.

He was keeping his word about taking control now. A naughty giggle escaped Jessica’s lips as she bit down on her finger.

Master was so much more fun when he let loose and could relax. No wonder the genie had become so playful with him when she wanted.

Kevin would probably become more angry or **** now. Miss Littlewood was his best shot, and Simon had made sure it wouldn’t happen again. The perverted nerd was doing as he wanted, enacting ****, while the humiliation and perversion had only spread as the day went on.

Class after class had one form of sexualized event or incident. There was no telling what would be sent by him in the next to attempt to break her.

In any case, Jessica knew she was almost there. The only good thing about today would be lunch. Even Kevin couldn’t fuck that up.

Then the sight of auburn hair on a taller human form appeared in front of her without warning.

The sight of her Master’s sudden arrival caused the genie to squeak out in surprise and shield her face tightly. Simon banged his hand and then his head onto the door of a nearby locker.

“That bastard….motherfucker…I can’t…I oughta….”

The blonde’s emerald eyes opened from their squinting position and looked confused as the sound of his voice was increasingly erratic and angered.

“Master?”

He continued to mumble as he paced back and forth, rubbing at his head and made incensed by something. His genie puffed her cheeks and placed down her book as she knew exactly what to do with her Master in this situation.

No meltdowns on her watch. No sir.

“Simon!” the blonde cheerleader grabbed onto her Master’s torso and squeezed him tightly,

“Hug!”

The dork stopped and began to relax. Her Master’s hand reached for the comforting feeling of her ass underneath the skirt she wore. Another replaced wardrobe of clothing due to the encounter with Miss Littlewood. He sighed and groaned out in frustration. Finally, he pulled away to show he was fine—her auburn-haired boy kissing her on the forehead.

“Thanks….”

“God, I love you, you know that?”

The genie smiled with pride and giggled as she grabbed his hand, “How can I forget?”

With a quick pull, she tugged her Master as if they were six-year-olds again and caught him off his feet, a pout and furrowed brow formed on her face in annoyance, “Now tell me what the pervert’s done now.”

Simon looked flustered for a moment as he took a deep breath, letting the excess energy in his arms out with a quick stimming session. His arms wholly extended and flapped like a bird and then twisted and flailed as if made of wet noodles. The genie made it worse by giggling at how adorably childish the over-six-foot tall dork looked. He seemed the most like his childhood self in this state, face red, a cheek puffed up as his face scrunched up. Same old Simon, but then his shoulders slumped, and he bluntly exhaled the answer.

“Kevin turned Brad into a girl….”

The cheerleader’s eyes widened as she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. She even began to laugh at the idea. Did she hear that right?

“W-What?”

Her Master shook his head and continued to explain, flustered throughout,

“New girl or returning girl, I don’t know, but I do know it’s Brad or who Brad used to be? Just, he’s…he’s a she! She’s a girl! Full-on tits and lack of penis! Make-up and mini-skirt! Lady parts!”

Simon’s suddenly flailing and his answer caused the Queen of Eastlake to try and stop herself from laughing even harder. She couldn’t believe what her Master had just told her.

Brad Myers. Star High School Quarterback, Massive Prick, the “It” Guy of Eastlake up until his expulsion, a prime example of toxic masculinity, and her Ex-Boyfriend…was A GIRL!?

“Oh my god! That’s perfect!”

She let out another happy laugh as she had to keep herself from cackling in the middle of the empty hallway. Simon’s face turned red as she looked up at him.

“Master, don’t you find that funny? It’s priceless!”

Her Master began to laugh nervously and resisted the urge to scratch his head or deny his beloved genie the ability to enjoy her newfound sense of karma. Unlike herself, Simon had wanted to bring something else up,

“Yeah…um…it’s…it’s um…not funny after that though….”

The anxious boyfriend took out his phone with the app open and revealed the profile for Brad Myers on it, complete with the button list for accepting and denying changes. Jessica looked at the dark blue background screen and golden buttons as she snorted at the profile’s listed sex change. It didn’t look too hard to navigate Simon’s genie medallion app. This was the first time she got to hold it and see it in person, “So this button zooms out, right?”

Simon tilted his head and leaned over as she pressed her thumb over the button. His eyes widened, and he suddenly reached out for the phone,

“Jess, wait, don’t hit…!!”

An upbeat sound and noise came from the phone as Jessica looked at her Master confused, but still smiling.

“What?”

His shoulder slumped in defeat, and he turned to rest his head against a nearby locker. The genie now looked worried as he took the phone back and looked at it, further slumping.

“That was the permission button…it’s permanent now….”

The cheerleader’s emerald eyes bulged as she pointed to the phone slowly with her finger, “So I just made Brad a girl, forever?”

“Unless I wished for otherwise, but yes….”

Jessica blushed as she realized the implications and picked her book up from the ground, “Oh. I’m sure it won’t be so bad. I mean, it’s Kevin making a female Brad. She’s probably a total perv!”

Simon sighed again, “It’s worse than that….”

The genie giggled at her Master’s sudden reaction and his emotions, feeling anxious and exasperated. So she took his hand and dragged him behind her as they renewed their standard operating procedure.

“Well, it’s not going to ruin my first public lunch with Master! So let’s get some of this catered food, hm? You can feed me, too. That’ll help make Master feel better. I know it makes me happy! And you like it when I’m happy, right? So that’ll help!”

He finally let out a smile as he sighed, “Maybe….”

She picked up speed, “C’mon!”

“Seriously, Jess, we need to talk about this!”

“Lunch first, Master!”

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Sam didn’t know who decided to switch lunch today, but she wasn’t going to complain about a full-on taco bar. Instead, the redhead-bombshell picked out between different salsas and hot sauces for the barbacoa beef, tilapia, and black bean tacos that she had been able to pick out onto her tray.

What a weird morning.

First, the run-in with Kevin during the pre-class hour had left her annoyed, and then her best friend arrived in class on cloud nine, having made out with her dork brother in the doorway. After that, their biology teacher came in full blast, Mrs. Cooper her usual authoritative self, but different? Sam couldn’t exactly put a finger on it. The brunette science teacher never particularly liked the cheerleader-clique, probably because her daughter Abby had been one when Sam was still a freshman.

In any case, it hadn’t excused her teacher from treating Jessica the way she had. Sam knew Cooper had always been eager to break out that crop of hers, but watching her friend get embarrassed like that was infuriating. But Jessica had also put herself in that situation, so the blonde should have known better in Sam’s eyes.

The redhead knew she should have stayed in the classroom and not left her friend alone with Kevin and their teacher, but Jessica ensured she went out of the room. That gave Sam time to try and confront Tiffany in person.

That potential catfight would have drawn too notable a crowd, and Tiffany knew it. Both friends of Jessica had their disagreements before, but Simon had clearly set the cheerleader off. So when Sam approached, Tiffany made it abundantly clear she wanted no part in talking to her.

“Your dumb brother always gets in the way, Sam! I can’t believe Jessica would choose him over the rest of us!”

The green-blue eyes of the former cheerleader closed as she sighed at the sight of her brother with his head on the table from something bothering him, her best friend happily eating in his lap. The Head Cheerleader bounced off her brother and had him lift his head as she waved his sister over to their table.

“I swear, you two are nothing but children,” the fiery-haired teenager declared as she smacked her brother in the back of the head.

“Don’t slouch, Simon. You’re sitting with girls today.”

He rubbed his head,

“Ow.”

Then the big dork groaned as he finally showed his face and sighed at his sibling, showing the red cheeks on his face.

“C’mon, Sam. I’ve sat with girls before.”

The redhead rolled her eyes as she sat down at a chair and pulled herself closer to the table, and shook her head again at her brother. Then went about dismantling his argument.

“Vivian doesn’t count.”

Simon always seemed to gravitate toward outcasts or vice versa. At least her brother sat with people instead of always by himself. Unfortunately, though, he did often used to do that.

Her brother then tilted his head and pointed to her,

“What about you?”

Sam growled in annoyance,

“Home and Primary School don’t count either, idiot.”

His face went flat as he remained slouched over with Sam’s best friend, happily giggling and rubbing his scruffy head at his antics and animated facial features. Jessica was the sun again, the world revolving around her as both Harris siblings flanked the Head Cheerleader. So she seemed normal again for the most part,

“Silly Simon….”

Oh great, Sam thought. That name again.

The redhead rested her hands and took a bite of one of the tacos on her plate in defeat. Her best friend was still giggling as she announced to her brother that her mouth was open and demanded a bite of her lunch. The lummox obliged, allowing Jessica to take a bite out of one of the shrimp tacos he’d procured.

Her friend then proceeded to peck her brother on the cheek as a thank you.

Good lord. Didn’t they know that the redhead was trying to eat?

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

Jessica proceeded to stick her tongue out at her as she wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck in defiance. Sam now had to roll her eyes as her blonde friend stuck her nose up and away childishly.

“My boyfriend is very helpful!”

The redheaded fox groaned as she rolled her eyes at her best friend’s antics. It wasn’t hard to be frustrated. She always looked after her brother, and she always had to get Jessica out of trouble. Both of them together like that awoke old memories in the former cheerleader, the constant protests and having to catch a blonde rabbit that constantly dragged her innocent brother behind her and left Sam behind. She grimaced at took an angry bite out of one of her tacos.

“You shouldn’t give him the wrong ideas! I told you that before!”

“What ideas?” the voice of that thickheaded dork asked innocently.

His sister shot her eyes open and glared as she could see that tilted head of his without having to look. What ideas, he should know the answer to that one already! Sam found her cheeks reddening as she realized the Head Cheerleader was still wrapped around her brother in his lap, dressed like a preparatory schoolgirl.

If Jessica wasn’t busy having her brother feed her and pamper her while being so smitten with him, the redhead might take the time to compliment her on her outfit.

Then again, if she remembered right, Simon had more input on those choices as well. She grew flustered even more and tried to shake it off by shaking her head harder.

“Oh, stop acting like you don’t know….”

Her brother’s face remained blank as he looked confused at the emerald-eyed girl in his lap; both shrugged and continued to eat together without a care in the world, even as they drew eyes on them among their peers in the cafeteria.

Thankfully, they seemed to adjust themselves when Simon wanted to look at his phone, and the blonde moved off his lap and squished herself into his side with the same bubbly smile she always wore when she was in a good mood. A giggle escaped the blonde’s lips as she drank from the straw on her fountain cup.

Sam had to raise an eyebrow at a few of the spectators that passed by as if they’d just seen some sort of miraculous event.

It wasn’t their brother with their best friend. So why were they acting like it was such a big deal when they weren’t even in her shoes!

Hell, even some of the people who actually interacted well with Simon were more stunned that he was with Jess than members of their clique were!

Speaking of said members, a familiar voice happily chirped as she bounced her brunette self at the table and slid next to the open side next to Simon,

“Hey, guys!”

“Hey, Cassie,” both the blonde girl greeted happily, and the auburn-haired boy acknowledged with a smile with his eyes glued to his devices.

The brunette smiled and laughed. Then Cassie faced the redhead across from her at the round table where the teenagers sat.

“This lunch is something else, isn’t it? First tacos, and now your brother can sit with us! How are you, Sam?”

The redhead bombshell sighed and slumped her shoulders slightly, “I’m in mourning.”

Sam motioned at her brother and friend as she looked at Cassie with a realization, “Don’t tell me they’re roping you into their little gang, too, Cass!”

The brunette cheerleader only laughed as she stuck out her tongue, “Maybe!”

The red-haired young woman could only sigh and let out a smirk. She should have known this would happen after talking at dinner last night. Cassie looked just as eager to sit with her brother and talk to them all as she had learned from him yesterday. Simon couldn’t be faulted for being himself, thickheaded and clumsy as her brother always had been. It could always have been worse. But he was a good brother…when not driving her nuts at least.

“Simon, are you sure you haven’t noticed anything odd this morning?”

Cassie’s sudden question at her brother got Sam’s attention as the brunette soon had Jessica scoff at the question, “Okay, so Simon took me on a date this morning! I get it!”

“No, not that-wait…you two are dating!?!”

Sam felt like doing her best Simon impression and faceplant onto the table, but instead, she hissed at the brunette that had screamed out the question and silenced the entire cafeteria into stares.

Jessica suddenly turned red as the salsa on the table and glared in protest at her teammate on the cheerleader squad.

“Not so loud!” the blonde hissed as her hands shrunk into her chest.

“Oh! Sorry! Just….”

Cassie covered her mouth and tried to process her feelings as Sam rolled her eyes. Simon’s nervous laugh erupted as he suddenly reached to scratch his head intensely. His eyes then darting down at his plate and mouth clenched shut.

Welp. He wanted to date the Queen of Eastlake. What did her brother expect would happen when people found out?

Sam groaned in embarrassment and annoyance at her friends’ antics. This spazzing was starting to give the redhead a headache.

It was like going to her Aunt Elizabeth’s house…now she knew how her Father must’ve felt....

Jessica quickly retook her authority over Cassie and finally explained to the girl a series of events that happened where Simon had asked her after dinner to go out for breakfast. Sam looked at her sibling as he seemed just to let the two cheerleaders flanking him talk with one another as he focused on something else. The occasional nervous laugh or smile let them all know he was still listening even as his focus was elsewhere.

Classic Simon, Sam thought as she smiled at her brother.

It was good to see him in a social setting he wasn’t used to. Usually, he would be off somewhere on his own or the peripherals of the cafeteria. However, after his fight with Brad, there had been a noticeable impression on how people were seated.

On most days, Sam expected a table with Tiffany, Brad, Chris, Jason, Cassie, a couple of invites, herself, and the Queen of Eastlake in Jessica.

Now? It was like her brother had scattered them off into different directions.

Brad had been expelled, Chris was on suspension, Tiffany noticeably gathered around another group of girls she had known or been around, like Jane and others. Sam recognized the other members of the squad also scattered about the cafeteria. Then there was Jason, their physically most prominent and most noticeable member of the group with his Samoan build and jovial laughter, who had to assume responsibilities for looking out for his teammates.

Sam felt terrible for the lineman. The whole season went up in flames because of Brad’s selfishness and the stupidity of others around him. The redhead was going to punch Chris hard in the gut once he got back. He knew better.

Maybe she should find Tamara to rub that point in….

“Seriously, Simon! Are you sure you haven’t noticed anything?”

Cassie’s voice, her constant eager tone beset with confusion as Sam glanced back to the attention her brother, mid-taco chewing in his mouth, received. Her brother tilted his head as always and shook his head.

The brunette slumped and rubbed her head, “What about you, Jess, Sam?”

“Hm?”

The pixie turned her head and looked around as she leaned over the table and finally spoke in a quieter tone,

“Does anything seem weird to you today? I can’t put my finger on it, but it just feels off!”

Oh, thank god, Sam felt herself sigh in relief. Simon’s sister wasn’t the only one thinking something was weird about today.

“Now that you mention it, yeah, something does feel different….”

The redhead lifted a finger and asked the brunette if she noticed or felt any of the same things she was experiencing,

“Like your class is going the same as you expect it to, but you feel like things are supposed to be different?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” the brunette clapped her hands together as she leaned forward toward Sam.

“I was sitting in anthropology, and Miss Weaver was doing her lesson, y’know, how she outlines different cultural practices with examples? And part of me just wondered if I was being taught by someone else….”

Sam nodded as her eyes widened. Cassie, for once, wasn’t babbling on through the same kind of nonsense or ramblings she often got into.

“Yeah! I swear, I had the same thing all morning. History Class, Drama. Hell, Mrs. Cooper was on the warpath with Jessica today!”

The young woman pointed her thumb at the head cheerleader to illustrate her point, Jessica’s face turning that predictable shade of light pink as the blonde scoffed.

“Hey, I kept you from getting picked for that. So cut me some slack!”

It was then Sam noticed something else that wasn’t exactly wrong but caught the former cheerleader’s eye when it came to her best friend.

“So why’d you change clothes?”

Strangely, both Simon and Jessica appeared to freeze up at the comment and looked at one another for a moment. Then her brother looked away, and the blonde in uniform sighed in anger,

“Fucking Peter Edgars…he’s been pranking me all day, Sam! First, he plants a paint balloon in my locker, and then he pours water on me when I enter Miss Littlewood’s class! I got drenched!”

Sam watched as Jessica grew increasingly flustered as she recounted the events in her head before she looked down and sighed while her shoulders slumped.

“Anyway, Miss Littlewood sent him off to the office, and Master brought me my backup clothes. It’s cute, though, right?”

The Head Cheerleader twisted in her spot to show the redhead her outfit, a bubbly smile and giggle escaped her lips. Sam outwardly rolled her eyes and refocused on lunch to deny her friend the compliment and approval she desperately sought. Instead, the red-haired volleyball player refocused on her conversation with Cassie.

“So, the prankster daring to aim for her highness is unusual. Given how many times Jessica’s laughed at his victims…no offense, Simon.”

Her brother glanced up and shook his head. Jessica pouted and quickly hugged the thickheaded lump, “Sorry….”

Her best friend was going to have to do more than that to pay Simon back for her behavior, but at least she was trying. The redhead remembered how she had to hug the blonde who agonized over why she had been a bitch to someone the cheerleader cared about as much as she had. Sam found herself not understanding that situation either at that point.

“Hey, yeah. Come to think of it, Jason’s had to put up with people being mean today, too,” Cassie realized.

The brunette held up her finger as she looked up in the air and readied for a fish taco in her other hand. The pixie twirled her free hand and extending finger as she thought about something, “I think people have been badgering and after the football team, all day since Brad got expelled. Poor Jason, he’s probably had to put up with all of it with Chris gone. Then there’s the new girl that’s got the place a buzz!”

The red-haired sister of Simon leaned forward as she raised an eyebrow.

New girl? She had heard about her all morning, too.

“I thought I heard Nina say that she used to be in the district, though. What about you two have you seen….”

Thud.

Sam had to snap her head to see her brother’s head once again on the table face first. He then planted his head again in a repeated motion, not pulling his face off the table.

Thud.

Thud.

Simon was obviously overwhelmed by something. The topic of conversation had earned his attention enough to gain a reaction. And as his sister had been aware, the dork only reacted that way if he knew something that he didn’t like or was flustered enough for his forehead to hit the table.

Jessica rubbed his back as she looked at him with a reassuring smile and giggle,

“Silly Simon…he told me earlier that she was in his math class. So obviously, there’s something about her.”

Cassie looked at her brother’s antics, reacting with a smile and a giggle at the name Jessica had referred to him as. The nimble cheerleader repeated it to herself and responded with another chuckle. Sam only rolled her eyes but turned her head as she noticed Tiffany had gotten up and walked happily over to someone that had entered the cafeteria. The raven-haired cheerleader was seemingly ecstatic and laughing with them as Sam turned her body to face them. Her green-blue eyes spotted a blonde head of hair that began walking toward their feuding friend’s table nearby but then stopped. She broke from Tiffany and made her way over to their table as the former cheerleader felt her eyes widen in surprise.

The girl was a bombshell, a blonde bombshell. She wore a red mini-skirt that swayed with her hips much like the cheerleader’s old uniform. The young woman also wore a grey sports bra as a top that let her ample chest bounce as she walked over to their table and smiled confidently. Sam turned to her best friend and let out a laugh in disbelief,

“Damn, Jess! She looks just like you!”

Jessica, however, had already noticed.

Jessica Edwards had tried not to let today get to her.

She had the best morning after having to be up before the sun was up. First, the cheerleader survived having sex in a foreign country, then the trip back, Kevin’s exploits of Mrs. Cooper and the Stepford Wife smothering of Mrs. Briar.

She dealt with pranks, the whispers, and the taunts of classmates.

She even made it, BARELY, through the perverted and sexual hurdles subjected by Miss Littlewood, her favorite teacher.

Simon had been trying to warn her and continued to flail on about what had happened to Brad Myers. Jessica enjoyed the thought of Kevin turning that asshole into the very thing he exploited. Now the genie was wide-eyed and fully aware of what her Master sought to warn her about the transformed ex. What made him teleport from the room so fast and set him off.

Kevin had always been a bastard, as she was concerned. The pervert was always lurking, waiting, and in her way. She wanted nothing to do with him. Because, as it turned out, she had believed all along that the nerd had stolen Simon from her.

When she realized that it wasn’t true, Jessica had to face the knowledge that she had, in reality, had a hand in creating her own worst enemy.

But even she didn’t expect him to go this far.

Her green eyes shifted to her Master, fists clenched on her skirt as she saw Simon still faceplanted on the table. The genie was ready to yank her hair out from the anger but also overcome with an equal amount of worry.

Sam’s observation was understating the point. The young woman that had entered the cafeteria didn’t just look like her.

She WAS HER.

Instead of screaming out, the cheerleader reached out mentally to the exasperated young man next to her.

“HE….HE CLONED ME?”

Her Master nodded and let out an exhale, his face still red and flustered,

“She isn’t an exact copy….”

Exact Copy? She looked pretty precise from Jessica’s standpoint!

“Why would he do this, Master? He made her into a copy of me! He’s not supposed to mess with me directly anymore! That was the deal!”

“He didn’t expect us to show up, Jess.”

“So what?” the Head Cheerleader mentally protested as the other blonde approached, “Are you saying that just because Kevin hadn’t planned on me meeting my clone that it makes it any better? I mean….”

“Enough, Jess,” Simon’s voice became colder almost immediately as he chastised her sudden protests and rantings.

The blonde quickly stopped as she saw his head turn to glare up. He was clearly not happy with the events taking place, either. Jessica now remembered her Master’s anger and flustered state when teleported in front of her, the curse words and emotional feedback finally being received. She shrunk into herself as he tried to speak again,

“Do you think I’m happy about this right now? She’s not just your doppelgänger. She’s….”

Unfortunately, they were interrupted by a voice that sounded very much like her own,

“Hello, all! Hope you don’t mind me intruding!”

The new blonde bombshell waved and let out a bubbly giggle as she leaned forward over the table. She clapped her hands together and looked around, “I just wanted to say hello and apologize to Simon for startling him in class today! I’ve heard a lot about you since I’ve come back to town!”

She smiled and giggled. Jessica recognized the demeanor the former-Brad Myers carried almost immediately.

It was the same as the Queen of Eastlake. The same that Jessica once flaunted. The one she had been before that fateful night and unaware of her heritage. The blonde held her hand over her ample chest. Kevin had given her a large cup size than Jessica’s already envious cleavage, as well as familiar body shape and tone. Still, Simon was able to pick and point out the differences as well. As minor as they were.

She had icy-blue eyes much like Brad had, but far more feminine; they shared similar faces, but in addition to that change, there was also the young woman’s platinum blonde as opposed to Jessica’s more golden locks. There were changes in the hips a bit, but otherwise…it was…

Jessica might have done as well to look into a mirror to find the same features. And the other blonde pointed out to her teasingly and locked onto the head cheerleader with great interest.

“You must be, Jessica Edwards. I’ve heard so very much about you from everyone!”

She recognized that tone as well. It was the same when Tiffany told her of a challenger or student who somehow decided to get in her way. It was the way she spoke when someone caught her interest, like a cat with a mouse. The other blonde wanted to make herself known.

The genie felt her hands shake as the young woman introduced herself to her Master, herself and her friends,

“I’m Jessica Myers! It’s so nice to meet you!”