Thursday Night Practice

“I wish I had a key to open the basements locked doors.”

Steadying herself, Jessica decided it was best to stick to the routine. Trying to ignore the spreading sensations and the fact that they were not diminishing, she thought things over. She didn't see a good way out of her current situation without trying to find a way to reason with Alex. Her wish regarding the ring staying on her finger lasted until tonight, and if Jessica was lucky Alex may have forgotten about that limit, but she had no idea how to take advantage of that. She was unable to do anything that would 'harm' her mistress, and that seemed to include trying to fill her friends in on everything or trying to bring attention to the ring.

With a quick stop at her locker to drop off her books and grab the water she had in there, Jessica made her way towards the gym. The creep keeps claiming some bizarre affection for me; maybe I should try to manipulate that? Of course, that means I would likely need to do more perverse things... Images of her licking out the creep and Cassie popped up in her imagination, as well as the memory of the massive orgasms that overtook her.

No! She shook her head, feeling her already warm and wet folds heat up further, as she tried to clear her head of the unwanted imagery. I don't want to be the pervert that the creep is trying to turn me into!

She had to get Alex to listen to her, to be willing to hear her out, try to manipulate those twisted feelings to get some of these wishes undone, and maybe eventually get the ring away from her.

Jessica stopped in the hallway between the lockers and the school gym. Brad and Jason were talking with an unfamiliar scantily clad girl just in front of the gym doors. Well talking and outright groping. The girl had her hand against the outside of Brad's jeans, rubbing the obvious growing bulge within.

“What are you guys doing?” Jessica asked. Those two were supposed to be heading out to the field for football practice, not flirting with some random new girl, and Tiffany was trying so hard to get with Brad.

“Oh, sorry Jess,” Jason started, “We did... er, lost our cool earlier and we were going to take Kadie out for some shopping as an apology. We came looking and found her in..."

That's Kevin? Jessica looked at Kat, the girl blushing at her gaze, as Jessica realized just how thorough the changes had been. The girl was fairly attractive, though her shirt hugged her chest enough to reveal the traces of a push-up bra making her chest appear bigger then it was, and her freckles were rather adorably laid out. Her body's demeanor was playful and girly in stance as she leaned against Brad, brazenly toying with him, while Jason kept talking.

It's like she was never a guy...

“Fine!” Jessica snapped, a bit more to the point then she meant, walking quickly past and ducking into the locker room. She really did not care what Jason had to say, the abrupt transformation that Kevin had gone through was what held her attention. She remembered the wish now about those two taking her out. Guess football practice did not count as part of school for that.

“Hey, Jess!” Cassie said as she walked by, giving Jessica a wink as she finished changing. Jessica had been the last to arrive; everyone else was just about done changing or chitchatting before heading to the gym. Jessica greeted a few but made her way pointedly to her locker in her 'I don't want to talk' stance, giving a few brisk replies, while keeping her eyes on the target. She did not catch the stares or grins that followed her as she passed, nor many of the girls secretly trying to admire her firm behind.

I wish all the stuff scattered around in these rooms were removed.

Alex had wished them to have a desire to watch Jessica, and the later wish about her 'aroma' had retroactively altered many of them. Even the straightest of them could not deny how enticing Jessica smelt, or how arousing it was to them. Many of them did not know the exact source of this aroma, only her best friends did, but they knew they could smell it more when they hung out with Jessica, and the wish-granted arousal brought tremendous confusion to their sexual identities, at least concerning Jessica.

“What the hell?” Jessica asked, her voice a little unsteady, as she saw a wooden bench with stacks of freshly folded clean shower towels, pressed against her locker.

“Oh, sorry!” her friend Sam yelled from near the front, “I forgot to bring them to the shower. Could you do that for me? Thanks!”

Sam did not even wait for a response as she, and the rest of the girls, suddenly start filing out.

Jessica tried to yell an objection, but with the loud chorus of the cheerleaders talking, she seemed to have gone unnoticed. The laundry machines were off in a little cubby on one side of the locker room, with the shower on the other. Sam had stacked them on the bench halfway and forgot about them.

I wish Tia was here. She would have done this for her in a heartbeat. Had she been here? She normally followed Jessica in, and Jessica had not considered looking for her when she came in. Jessica grabbed the nearest stack, annoyed at Sam's forgetfulness as she started to carry them over.

Or was this from the serving wish?

Jessica stopped at that thought, staring down at the towels in her hand, focusing her thoughts on that topic rather than her growing 'itch', the constant need pushing against her senses.

Sam knows me really well...

Was this really a mistake?

It doesn't matter.

She had to tell herself that a few times, as she moved them all over before lifting the bench and clearing the way. Alone in the locker room, Jessica took off her shirt, switching into her sports bra, and dropped her pants then the underwear... Wait.

Jessica felt a lack of control as she stepped out of the cursed panties, her body moving against her control as an earlier wish took hold, and she picked up the underwear and starting moving. Some of the girls brought bags with them instead of stopping at their normal lockers after practice. Generally, these were put down in the corner instead of in lockers. They largely trusted each other, and so many of them would just drop their bags in a corner and grab them after the showers.

Jessica now found herself approaching the bags of her fellow cheerleaders, friends, her clique, and knew she would give one of them the cursed panties.