Let me see how I feel tomorrow

“So what do you girls want to do?” Gina asked, looking at Mary and Morgana. She was the oldest woman in the group and the most proactive, which felt strange. She was used to following the flow of the group, or striking out on her own, but taking a leadership role over others just felt unnatural.

“I wish to pass the time in a place of dark misery most fitting for a person of my wicked nature.”

“I think it would be good for all of us if we spent some time contemplating God in the chapel!”

Gina sighed and massaged her temples. No wonder the old man used to complain so much about being a teacher, this is like herding cats.

And she knew a lot about the subject, given how much of a pain in the ass Dawn had been in their time as buddies.

“You want to go to church?” Morgana recoiled with disgust. “Why would you want to go to church when we’re on an island paradise?!”

Not that she had any intention of stepping foot in the sun, of course, but it was the principle of the matter!

Mary sounded aghast. “You claim to be a witch!” She declared. “You must repent for your unholy ways, or you will burn for all eternity in the pit of fire!”

“What, you mean hell?” Morgana snorted. Mary gasped in horror at how lightly she used the word. “Oh, please. I can’t wait!”

“You are a child! You should not talk so lightly about such things!” The redhead wailed. She looked practically in tears. “Those who parlay with the devil shall doom themselves to everlasting agony and pain!”

Gina grinned. “Sounds like a party!”

Sure, she was joking around, but the look on Mary’s face when she said that was too worth it.

Morgana smiled smugly. So Mary might be the only one here with bigger boobs than her, but she was one of those doddering bible thumpers. A judgmental woman like her wasn’t a threat, and she certainly didn’t need to worry about making friends with her. Knowing the nature of this show and the audience, and judging by the humiliating transformations already inflicted on the redhead, it was obvious that the audience despised her. Seeing no merit to a friendship with someone so prejudiced, Morgana decided to assert her authority even more intensely over the other girl.

“You see this?” She rolled up her sleeve to show the pentagram inked on her pale flesh. “This is the mark of unholy! It marks me as Satan’s mistress, a brand denoting who wields his dark power in exchange for her soul!” She waved her hand in Mary’s face, and the redhead turned so pale her freckles practically leapt off her face.

Gina squinted.

“…That’s drawn on with sharpie.”

Morgana turned crimson and quickly pulled her sleeve back down. “S-So what? My parents wouldn’t let me get a tattoo, because I was too young! But now that I’m 18, I can get, like, so many tattoos! All the tattoos!”

Gina snorted. “Oh please, I got my first tattoo when I was 15 using a fake ID and flashing my tits to the guy.”

Mary held her hands over her ears. She didn’t want to hear that stuff! This was a bad idea! The worst idea ever! Why did I agree to this?!

She’d tried to give Gina a chance as her buddy, but the sinful girl proved time and again that she refused to change her ways and become a good person. She just wanted to partner up with Kim again, like the old times.

Morgana was shaking. She felt like the woman in front of her was issuing a challenge. “F-Fine then!” She stammered. “I’ll get a tattoo right now! If only there was a place you could do it, but there isn’t, so I guess it can’t be helped!”

Gina smirked.

“A tattoo parlor?!” Morgana’s jaw dropped. Gina had led them through the shopping district to a rundown section where a neon sign flickered on and off, barely displaying all the letters.

“Yup,” she nodded. “I haven’t actually come here myself, I was waiting for some private time with Nick so he could pick out what he wanted for me.”

She lifted the hem of her shirt to show off the tats dancing around her belly. “What’s the point of having a nice canvas like this if he can’t decorate it to his liking, you know?”

“Y-Yes, of course!” Morgana nodded, eyeing the tattoo parlor hesitantly.

Mary was in her happy place. She was skipping through a field of wildflowers and basking in the morning sun. Happy place, happy place!

“Well? What do you think?” Gina grinned. “Want to get a tattoo for real? I’ll pay for it if ya want, since all this BP is burning a hole in my pocket!”

Morgana looked a little sick to her stomach. She gulped. “Tattoos, they… they hurt a lot, right?”

“Yup,” Gina nodded. “But no pain, no gain.”

The goth began to shake, causing her curvy body to wobble. But she **** an adamant expression onto her face.

“Th-then…”

“That’s enough!” Mary finally put her foot down. She stepped in front of Morgana, putting her own bouncing boobies to work as a block. “Gina, you can’t pressure her to get a tattoo! That’s not right!”

Gina opened her mouth, preparing to say she had no intention of pressuring the other girl whatsoever, but when she saw the fire in Mary’s eyes she suddenly felt ashamed. What am I doing? Encouraging someone that young to get a tattoo, when she obviously doesn’t want one? I’m just the worst, I shouldn’t be doing something like that.

“Y-You’re right,” Gina admitted, flushing with shame. She hung her head. “I’m sorry, Morgana, I shouldn’t have been pressuring you like that.”

“It-It’s alright,” Morgana said, crossing her arms over her chest and puffing up her cheeks like she was frustrated with the result. “I wanted to get one, but I suppose if it’s too much trouble I can wait until later.”

Inwardly she was sighing in relief that she didn’t have to go through something that painful.

“Look, Mary, I really didn’t mean anything by it,” Gina apologized, hoping to get back on Mary’s good side (if she had ever been there at all). “I just wanted to have a bit of fun. Tell you what, we can do whatever you want to do.”

“Not church!” Morgana cut in. “I don’t want to burst into flames!”

Mary made a sour face, partially regretting stepping in to help Morgana after hearing the other girl badmouth her religion. But perhaps it was too early to try bringing either girl on the path back to God right now.

“What about… the bookstore?” She suggested.

Now Gina was the one who felt sick to her stomach. But she held her tongue, since she’d already agreed to let Mary choose.

Besides, there’s no way Morgana would want to go to somewhere like-

“A bookstore? There’s a bookstore?!” Morgana squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement. “I haven’t been to a bookstore in years!”

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Mary felt a little better now that she knew that she might have something in common with this little heathen after all.

“…Yay…” Gina **** a crooked smile to her lips, while inside she was screaming.

Meanwhile, Nick and Kim were still in the garden, and Kim was still contemplating the question Nick had asked.

Do I like myself more like this, or like my other self? Kim wondered. “I think I… want to leave that up to the other me to decide.”

“Huh?” Nick didn’t know how to respond to that. “What do you mean?”

Kim glanced up at the sun, high in the sky. She couldn’t believe how much time had passed since their date started, it was almost lunch. “When I purchased a new transformation, I did it because I thought that the previous me was boring. I wanted a drastic change, something that would catch everyone’s attention and I could leverage to stand out a little more. And… it definitely worked.”

She grinned at him and winked, copping a feel of his ass.

“But…this forwardness, this outgoing nature… it’s not really who I am, you know? I mean sure, I’m still Kim where it counts, but normally I would never be so bold as to do this.” She groped him again. “Or this.” She turned him around and mashed her lips against his while she continued to fondle his ass. Then her hands crept around to the front of his pants as she broke the kiss.

“Or especially… this.”

Nick froze as he felt her fingers slip under his waistband and begin massaging his crotch, inching slowly towards his hardening erection.

“K-Kim!” He sputtered, pushing her back. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” Kim batted her brown eyes at him coquettishly. “I’m just letting things advance naturally, don’tcha know?”

She started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Like I said before, the normal me wouldn’t be this forward with you. And that’s why I can’t say for sure whether or not I would like this version of myself, since it’s only temporary. And you know that too, don’t you? That any answer I give will be overshadowed by the fact this me was the one who gave it.”

Nick swallowed. The girl in front of him was definitely Kim. But in the same way he was having trouble seeing Mimi and Marley as the same person, even though he knew intellectually that it was Kim standing in front of him, the drastic shift in her behavior was enough to make him question how much of her was really her.

And with that doubt hanging over his head, maybe she was right. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to believe her with certainty if she answered his question.

Kim continued to strip, shedding her blouse to reveal her lacy bra. It looked like a freebie from her job. “Once I return to my normal self, once I’m thinking the way I usually think… then I can give you a real answer,” she promised him. “An answer we both know will be the truth.”

She licked her lips and sauntered closer to him, tugging teasingly at the hem of her skirt. “But until then… what do you say we have a little bit of fun? The sort of fun I wouldn’t normally have the courage to try out.”

“W-Wait, are you saying…” Nick’s eyes widened. He thought she was just teasing him by stripping a little, like when Carly used to take her shirt off back at school to get him all flustered. But no, that fire in her eyes, she was seriously asking…

“I don’t have the courage for this normally,” she whispered, suddenly close enough that he could feel the heat coming off her. This time when she stuck her hand down his pants, he didn’t stop her from wrapping her fingers around him.

Touched Master’s Penis! +2 VP

“It took me so much courage just taking my clothes off for you yesterday…” The way Kim panted with desire made him hard as a rock, even without her touching. “Can you imagine how long it’ll take for me to be ready to have sex with you? The other me… but right now… right now, we can do it… we can enjoy ourselves as much as we want!”

“No, it’s… that’s not right…” Nick groaned. But it felt so good…

“Yes… yes, it is…” He couldn’t believe the whine of desperation in her voice, she sounded as thirsty as Holly! “Normally I wouldn’t want to go too fast, I want… I want everything… the romance, the inside jokes, the kissing… I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I always pretended like I didn’t care, but…”

Kim did want someone. Definitely not the jerks and assholes hitting on her while she was working, but she’d always wanted someone.

But her responsibilities to her family had always come first.

Right now, though? Fuck her family. Kim was finally thinking about Kim.

“You can do all that other stuff with me later… we can follow the rules and be like a real couple… but for now, just let me have this, please!”

Nick saw the desperation in her watery eyes, and suddenly he realized that his comparison to Holly was erroneous. Kim wasn’t doing this because she was horny. She wanted to be loved.

He needed to make it clear that she didn’t need to please him physically to be precious to him. He held her wrist, trying to stop her from playing with him further. “Kim… it’s okay… you don’t have to-”

“I know. I want to.” She unzipped his pants and pulled them to his ankles, causing him to stumble back. Only then did he realize there was a bench behind them.

Had she been planning this out?

Nick hissed as he exposed his erection to the warm air. Kim’s touches may have been amateurish, but her vigorous determination had more than made up for it. Like with everything she did, she put her all into it.

She stared down at his penis like she was hypnotized.

“It’s so… hard,” she breathed. “So rugged and manly…”

Nick’s cock was the first she’d seen. And now that she’d seen it, there was no going back.

I have to get him off, she realized. Her initial plan had been to lose her virginity, but that had unfortunately been pushed aside with the new compulsion welling up inside of her. A quick recall of her transformations reminded her why that was.

I caused this with my handjob. Until I stroke him off to completion, then my work isn’t done. It was an interesting note for later. Getting him hard in the store yesterday hadn’t compelled her to take care of his erection, even when she’d touched it through his trousers. But once she’d started stroking him directly and saw it with her own eyes, her transformation had kicked in, and now she had to. And not only did she have to get him off, but she couldn’t do it with a blowjob, or even with her pussy. That wouldn’t be completing her handjob.

Well, I just hope he can go twice then! She decided. Because there was no way she was letting him off that easy.

Kim knelt between his legs and wrapped her hands around the shaft, giving him a few testing strokes and squeezes. Suddenly the bold tomboy from before was gone, and the shy girl was back. She still wanted to please him, but she was out of her element.

So she did what she always did when working a job she’d never done before, and started experimenting to see what worked.

“Kim, that’s… oh!” Nick winced as her fingers danced over a sensitive spot. She caught that and returned there, touching him again. This time with a little more **** to judge his reaction. When she felt him buck in her hands, she knew she had a good thing going.

“You like that, huh?” She cooed. “You like feeling me touch you there?”

“Yeah, right there, that’s… oh, and there!” Nick gasped, feeling her finger trace up the underside of his shaft.

One of the benefits of being such a dedicated employee with the newfound passion and drive of a tomboy was that Kim excelled in attuning to the needs of her customers. Certainly this was different from explaining the difference between two products to a prospective shopper, but the principle was ultimately the same.

Figure out what the customer wants, and give it to them the best way you can. Especially if that thing was a wet and sticky orgasm.

She was actually grateful that Carly had taught her some of this stuff when she’d consulted her last week. Although at the time she didn’t think she’d be doing this so soon, it was certainly coming in handy. And with a little effort, he’d be cumming in her handy soon.

It didn’t take Kim long to figure out what worked. Her motions might have been amateurish but she was more dedicated than any pro. One of her hands shot up and down his shaft, altering in tightness as she went to put more pressure on his most sensitive spots. She used her other hand to fondle the head of his cock, squeezing and adding some twisting to the throbbing dome in order to keep it angry and ready to fire.

“Does that feel good?” She whined. “Do you like that, baby?”

“Y-Yeah, it, it feels great…” Nick panted, squeezing down on the seat of the bench as his raised his hips to thrust in her grip.

Okay, nix on the dirty talk next time. That just sounded lame! She chastised herself. But there was always time to learn that later. She redoubled her attention to his shaft, moving her hand from his head to start fondling his testicles. His balls throbbed with desire, and she could feel how hot and ready they were, preparing a nice load just for her.

Kim caressed them, trying to figure out from Nick’s grunts and groans just how much **** was too much ****. This is a really sensitive spot for guys after all, I don’t want to squeeze him into a painful crying fit.

…Or maybe she did. She still didn’t know just how much effect this transformation had on her psyche. Maybe it had thrown a little sadism in along with the tomboy bits, or maybe she had a bit of that deep down all along.

She filed that away in her mind with all the other things she wanted to verify about herself when she returned to normal.

“Oh! Yeah, right there, right there!” Nick groaned, and his dick swelled with desire. Apparently Kim had found just the right amount of pressure. She kept squeezing him with one hand while stroking him with the other, trying to hide her impatience.

How long was this going to take? Was she really that bad at pleasing a guy? Her hands were starting to get sore!

While Kim continued her dedicated ministrations, Nick was trying to stay in control. Everything in him wanted to forgo the handjob and just pounce on her right now, rip off that skirt and the panties underneath and just take her like she’d asked him to.

But he had to hold himself back. This was what Kim wanted. This was the reason she’d accepted this transformation in the first place. He didn’t want to push her, even though he knew she was absolutely ready for him.

And frankly, she was getting a lot better.

“Oh, fuck, right there!” Nick squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back, letting her work him over with her skilled hands. He couldn’t believe she was the same girl that had started this whole thing; she’d improved leaps and bounds since she’d begun, and had almost gotten as good as the other practiced hands who’d dealt with his cock before.

She picked up the pace, going faster and faster while still maintaining the delicate pressure she applied to all his most sensitive spots. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, she had almost pushed him over the edge!

“I’m cumming!” He groaned, throwing his head back as he thrust his hips out, unleashing the load he’d been saving up onto the student in front of him.

“Yeek!”

SPLURT!

Handjob! +3 VP

Facial! +3 VP

The telltale sound of semen spraying onto skin combined with a shrill gasp filled with desire. Nick struggled to catch his breath as his heartrate returned to normal.

Finally, he cracked open an eye to see Kim’s hard work for himself, and gasped. Her stunned face was glazed in semen, and she stared back at him in shock.

Her hair was long again. Her toned figure had been replaced with her regular appearance.

Her transformation had worn off.

And neither one of them were quite sure at just what point in the handjob that had occurred.