Sabrina Goes Straight to Homeroom

Sabrina decided Libby had suffered enough for now and merely headed into the building with Harvey. Their homerooms were right across the hall from each other, and Harvey left her with a heartfelt "see ya later."

As Sabrina walked into her homeroom, her best friend Valerie greeted her with a "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks so much," said Sabrina. She gave Valerie the once-over -- even with melon-sized tits, skimpy attire, and fairly slutty makeup, the brunette still managed to look geeky somehow.

The two sat down and Valerie said, "Wow, you look good today. Being 18 really agrees with you. I've been 18 for a couple months and, so far, nothing much is different."

"Oh, come on," said Sabrina. "Just look at yourself. You're smart, you're funny --"

Valerie had apparently taken "just look at yourself" literally, and had gotten a compact out of her purse to look at her face in the mirror.

"Guys don't want that, they want -- they want someone like you," she complained. "I wish I could just be a slut without having to think about it."

Sabrina knew a cue when she heard one. She said, "Valerie, I wish you success/And that being a slut now is effortless."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," said Valerie. Her hair lengthened and teased itself up, her cropped sweater and skirt becoming a black lace teddy connected by garters to thigh-high stockings, dangling earrings appearing along with a ring through one nostril as her makeup became even more vividly colored.

As a choker reading "VALERIE" appeared around her neck and her lips plumped up to rival Sabrina's, she said, "No, wait, what was I talking about?" and giggled. "Hey, you got a mirror in your bag?"

"Didn't you just have a compact?" asked Sabrina.

"What do you mean? A compact car?" Valerie retorted.

"No, for your makeup."

"What? It's still a month until the Drama Club play, and I wouldn't put the makeup on until the night of anyway."

Sabrina looked at Valerie's glossy pink lips, reddish cheeks, thick black eyelashes, and multicolored eyelids, and it dawned on her. "Ohhh, you're not wearing makeup!"

"Like, you've gotten weird since you turned 18," Valerie said with another giggle. "So do you have a mirror or not?"

"Yeah, you can go ahead and take a look." Sabrina nodded toward her bag, which was on the floor, as she noticed the rest of the classroom. Most of the girls were now wearing something closer to lingerie than anything else, and the others were squarely in the "clubwear" category. They all had facial coloration similar to Valerie's, along with chokers with their names on them in raised letters -- Sabrina felt her own neck and found she had one as well.

She realized she hadn't limited the "being a slut now is effortless" part of her last wish to only Valerie. The thought distracted her as Valerie went through her bag.