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Revenge of a Goddess, Part II
By Limbo's Mistress
Chapter Three
Once we were outside, I descended the steps to the sidewalk running along
the front of the house, turned left, and began strolling down the street.
Despite never having been here before, I knew every aspect of the
neighborhood.
Kat fell into step beside me, and I noticed she was glancing around with
a slightly perplexed expression on her face.
"Yeah," I said, a shudder running up my spine at the breathy, sensual,
and very feminine voice that came out of my mouth. "It's weirding me out,
too."
"I don't understand," she replied. "I mean, I know we are in Taborville,
Illinois. I live at 1625 Meredith Avenue in a red, two-story Cape Cod. We
go to Taborville High School, which is six blocks in that direction." She
pointed to the end of the street. "I'm a Junior and you're a Freshman.
We're walking to school today because it's nice out and my dad needed to
take my car in for maintenance."
She stopped walking to turn and look down at me. "On top of all that, I
remember everything about us I knew yesterday. You're from an Atlanta
suburb, and I was raised in California. As far as I'm aware, we've never
been to Illinois, have we?"
I shrugged, resuming my pace down the street. The shifting weight on my
chest was a gentle reminder of Nadine's warning for us not to be late to
school.
"It's all a part of her game," I said to my now older girlfriend. Though
I knew instinctively that Kat and Stephanie didn't have an amorous
relationship. "It's more entertaining for her to watch us get lost in the
people she's turned us into. We're dancing on her strings, Kat. Only
makes sense she would have a lot of it automated."
We walked on for a few more minutes before I heard her huff.
"Will you stop doing that?"
I paused, turning around to look at her. "Doing what?"
"Wiggling your ass when you walk," she said in an annoyed voice. "It's
like you're actually trying to draw attention to that bubble butt of
yours."
My mouth dropped open for a second, then I shook my head. "I'm not doing
it on purpose, you know. It's just how this ... body wants to move. More
of Nadine's doing, I'm sure."
She clamped her hand over her mouth, cheeks reddening. "I'm sorry,
Stephanie ...Stephen. I just realized that I'm jealous of you. I mean,
this version of me is jealous that, over the summer, you went from being
a skinny, gawky fourteen year-old stick figure to a virtual knockout
hottie with big boobs and a sexy body." She gestured at herself. "Unless
your ex made some changes to my genes, my boobs aren't going to get any
bigger until I'm in college."
"It's okay," I said, though I don't think I really meant it. "As I said,
we're dancing on her strings. At least for now."
We resumed walking, neither of us speaking. However, I'm sure that Kat
was thinking about our situation nearly as hard as I was. How were we
going to get out from under Nadine's thumb? Could we? The display of
power she'd shown us thus far couldn't be the full extent of her
abilities. What would happen if we really pissed her off?
So caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realize that a car had pulled
alongside us until someone called my name.
"Stephanie Coltrane. You're looking mighty fine this morning."
I stopped and turned to see a blue Mustang convertible idling next to the
curb. The driver, an extremely good-looking, broad-shouldered boy with
blonde hair in a surfer style, smiled at me. Brad Jenkins. The name and
identity of the boy came to the front of my mind far too easily for
comfort. Brad was the co-captain of Taborville High's lacrosse team.
While not the ruler of the roost himself, he was a part of the in-crowd
that dominated the school's social scene.
He also had a reputation for chasing anything with a skirt and a
heartbeat.
"Hey, Brad," I said, cocking my hip to one side and pushing my chest out
slightly.
"Want a lift?" He asked as his eyes drifted down from my face to linger
on my bare legs before coming back up. "I don't mind giving you a ride."
The way his eyebrows went up at the end told me exactly what type of ride
he really wanted to give me.
"We're fine walking," Kat said, moving to stand next to me. "Besides,
aren't you dating Jenny Walters? I doubt she'd be happy if you rolled
into the parking lot with another girl sitting in her reserved seat."
Brad made a face, cutting his eyes over at my friend for a moment. "Ouch.
Kat's got some claws."
I turned my head to glare at Kat. She hated Jenny Walters as much as I
did. Both of us had been teased and made fun of by that spoiled brat for
most of our lives. The thought of Jenny seeing me in the passenger seat
of Brad's Mustang, especially if I was scooted real close to him, gave me
a thrill. Too bad my so-called best friend was trying to ruin my fun.
Kat returned my hard look and then stomped off, heading toward school. I
gave Brad an apologetic smile and shrugged. "Maybe next time, Brad." I
hoped there would be a next time. His movie-star smile flashed as his
eyes slid over me again, causing my insides to go all jelly and a hot
warmth formed between my legs. "Definitely," he said. Then he pulled away
from the curb, the blue sports car vanishing down the road.
I hurried to catch up with Kat, struggling since she was determined to
use her longer legs to her advantage. I always hated it when she did
that. Wait. I was taller than her, wasn't I? Or, I used to be.
"Oh my god," I said, grabbing her arm. "What was that?"
She pulled free, continuing her march down the sidewalk. "That? That was
you acting like a little tramp just because the local stud undressed you
with his eyes."
I swallowed, remembering just how much I'd enjoyed the Senior boy's
attention. "Kat, I couldn't help it. As soon as he pulled up, it was like
..."
"Like you were a different person?" She frowned, looking back at me
before slowing her stride. "I know. Me, too. I think." She sighed. "All I
could think of was how Brad used to flirt with me before Bitchy Walters
got her hooks into him. Now, you were the only one he could see."
I nodded, the false memory she'd mentioned appearing in my mind. She'd
been so infatuated with Brad for the past three years. Ever since she'd
seen him at the country club's pool. He had flirted with her a couple of
times, but since she was only fourteen and he was sixteen, he'd done
nothing more than that. Kat had been hoping and praying that he would
change his mind when she turned sixteen.
Jennifer Walters had beaten her to the punch.
We arrived at the edge of campus six minutes before the first bell. I
stopped, looking at the large, two-story structure and the throngs of
students milling around in the public areas and drifting in through the
entrances. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked up at Kat.
"I'm scared," I admitted, looking back at the institution of learning
across the grassy courtyard from where we stood. "Once we're in there,
I'm going to be her. All day." I didn't need to voice my fear that
Stephanie might decide to do things Stephen had no desire to do.
"I know," Kat replied. "Me, too, apparently."
A large majority of the students hanging out began to move into the
building.
Swallowing the heavy lump in my throat, I followed Kat as she cut across
the swatch of lawn to the triple sets of double doors that led inside. I
crossed the threshold, expecting that my awareness of the truth would
evaporate like steam. Instead, my body moved on its own, a little sashay
in my step as I headed automatically toward my locker.
I glanced up at Kat, seeing from her expression that she was just as
surprised as me. It wasn't until someone spoke to me that I realized what
Nadine's "rules" had meant.
"Hey, Coltrane, you still planning on trying out for the team this
afternoon?" The speaker was a slender brunette with large brown eyes and
freckles across her pert nose.
I smiled, nodding with enthusiasm. "You know it, Johnson. I spent a ton
of hours this summer practicing shaking my pom-poms." I laughed as I
threw on fisted hand into the air and swiveled my hips from side to
side."
Toni Johnson, co-captain of the school's cheerleading team, gave me a
wink. "Excellent," she said. "See you at four o'clock. Don't be late."
She nodded at Kat. "See if you can convince Davenport to try out, too."
Kat rolled her eyes. "I've got better things to do than jump around in a
mini-skirt, flashing my panties to drunken crowds."
"Whatever," Toni said. Then she smiled at me again. "Later, Coltrane."
When she'd drifted off, Kat looked at me with shock, and leaned close to
me, linking her arm in mine. "Oh shit. What was that? I mean, I was the
cheer captain at my old school," she said in a barely audible whisper.
"And the first two years of college."
I lowered my own voice to the quietest level. "Apparently in this
reality, you don't like cheering. I bet Nadine did it to keep us apart."
We reached our lockers, which just happened to be beside each other. As I
spun the dial on the combination lock, I felt someone reach under my
skirt and grab a handful of flesh. Spinning around, I found Nadine
standing behind me, grinning like she'd just won the lottery.
"This is better than I imagined!" She said with utter glee. The students
passing us by didn't bother to look in her direction. "Don't worry about
them, darling. Right now, the only thing the rest of the world can see is
you getting your books out of your locker."
I shook my head. "Nice to see you're having fun," I said through gritted
teeth.
She tapped me on the nose. "Now, now. Let's not be such a sour puss,
okay? Didn't I make you beautiful? On the cusp of popularity? Wait until
later, you'll find I also made you extremely flexible."
"Great," I said, turning around to actually pull a couple of textbooks
from inside their metal cage. "I get flirt and tease and drool over all
the cute boys. How original."
Nadine giggled. "Is that what you think?" She gave a tisking sound with
her tongue. "That's actually the reason behind this little intermission,"
she said. "I needed to make a little adjustment."
Before I could ask, she reached out, shoving her fingers through my
chest. There was no pain, no blood. I stared helplessly as she rooted
around inside my body and then pulled something out. All I felt was a
tugging sensation that lasted less than a second.
In her hand, she held a glowing pink ball. Giving me a wink, she turned
and plunged her other hand into Kat's back. My friend froze in the
process of checking her reflection in the mirror, unaware of our
tormentor's actions.
The ball of light she pulled out of Kat was blue.
She stared at the pair of glowing spheres for a moment. The pink one grew
slightly brighter, but the blue one became a miniature sun. Then, with a
wink, she took the pink ball of light and slammed it against Kat's spine,
shoving it back in place of the blue one.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "What are those things?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Especially with the extra power I put
into this one." She held up the blue sphere. Without any warning, she
slapped the light against me, making me gasp aloud as the feeling of
something snapping into place in my breast ran through me.
I rubbed at the spot where she'd touched me. As if I could feel what
she'd done.
Nadine reached around and closed my locker. "Now," she said. "A new rule
for the game."
"What new rule? You can't just make up new ones when you feel like it."
Her eyes hardened. "Do not interrupt me again, Stephen. This is my game
and I'll change the rules as often as I please." Then she smiled. "Now,
listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. Just because I
let you two remember things at times, doesn't mean I'm going to just sit
idly by while you insult me." She tossed her hair back, striking a regal
pose. "After all, I am a goddess here." Then she gave me an angry glare.
"In return, I'll give you a gift." "A gift," I asked incredulously.
She nodded. "You'll have the power to change something about someone once
per day."
"Change? Like what?"
She waved her hand in the air. "Whatever you want. You want someone to be
taller? Then they will be. Or shorter. Uglier. Dumber. Bigger dick. Any
changes you make will be woven into this reality. If you turn one of your
girlfriends into a blonde, she'll have always been blonde. Even she won't
know the difference."
I shook my head. "Sorry, not interested. I don't get off on manipulating
people like you do."
"Oh, but you do. You've manipulated people your whole life. Work,
relationships, friendships." She leaned closer. "Besides, that is just
Stephen trying to be noble. Something tells me that Stephanie isn't quite
so high and mighty." She placed a kiss on the end of my nose. "Laters,
babe." Then she sauntered off down the hall.
When she turned the corner out of sight, Kat resumed primping and closed
her locker. "Guess we better get to class. See you at lunch." She smiled,
reaching out to lightly grip my upper arm. "Good luck, hon."
I nodded, trying to give her a reassuring smile. Nadine's words made me
worry for my girlfriend. "Thanks. See you at lunch."
Kat gave me one last look before heading off in the same direction Nadine
had gone. I watched her for a second and started to turn around to go to
my own homeroom. However, right as I was turning, I thought I saw
something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked again, I saw Kat
turn her head as a sophomore girl I didn't know passed her by.
Did my straight girlfriend really just check out the ass of another girl?
Chapter Four
I got into homeroom right as the bell rang. Making my way to my seat, I
nodded and waved to the people I knew. Or wanted to get to know better.
It wasn't easy coming back looking so different than I had at the end of
the previous year.
Sure, a lot of my friends had seen me over the summer. They were used to
the new, curvier Stephanie. However, not everyone had been forewarned.
Especially the older boys.
Homeroom was in Mrs. Daniels class. She taught sophomore English, but was
also responsible for the beginning of the day ritual for all of the
Taborville High students with last names A through C.
I slipped my backpack off my shoulders as I placed the pair of thick
textbooks on my desk in the middle of the room. I plopped down in my seat
and pulled out my phone, checking it while Mrs. Daniels performed roll
call.
"Abraham, Julius."
"Here."
"Amick, Cindy."
"Here."
"Ugh," I thought, bringing my eyes up to stare at the back of Cindy
Amick's head. In the eighth grade, she had spread a rumor that I chronic
bed-wetter and learning disabled. All because I'd dared dance with Jeremy
Smith at the winter semi-formal. Cindy couldn't believe that someone as
kind and handsome as Jeremy would want to spend time with me when he
could have someone with her popularity and assets.
When she saw me for the first time after summer break, I thought she was
going to have a stroke. Her itty bitty B's didn't even compare to my new
D's.
"Coltrane, Stephanie."
I blinked, lowering my phone to sit up higher in my seat. "Here," I said
loudly.
"Here," Cindy said in a high-pitched mocking tone. She looked over at me
and made a face. I returned the look, adding an extended tongue to boot.
Cindy rolled her eyes and leaned over to whisper something to Hannah
Bowman. Hannah's eyes widened, and she looked over at me with an
expression of surprise and doubt.
I felt my face warm and I turned away to stare at the phone in my hand.
Damn that Cindy, always causing trouble. "I wish she wasn't in any of my
classes," I mumbled under my breath, remembering how I'd had to deal with
the looks and whispers through the last four months of the prior year.
"She should be the learning disabled one."
"Excuse me," Mrs. Daniels said. "I think you're in the wrong room."
I looked up to see what she was talking about. Then I followed everyone's
gaze to the girl standing against the wall.
Her strawberry blonde hair was ragged, one side looking as if it had been
attacked with a pair of scissors by someone with epilepsy. Her clothes
hung limply on her body, with paint and dirt stains all over. Her eyes
were slightly out of focus and her mouth hung open in a slack expression.
She looked from the teacher to the rest of the room. As if noticing us
for the first time.
"I'm sorry," said another woman as she came through the door. "We were on
our way to the playground and she wandered off." The woman took the
confused girl by the hand. "Come on, Cindy. Let's leave these nice people
alone and go to the playground. After, you can make a picture with the
crayons. How does that sound?"
The girl nodded, a dopey smile forming on her face. The woman apologized
again for the disruption and took the addled girl out of the room.
Mrs. Daniels shook her head, sighing with obvious pity at the scene. Then
she looked back to the room.
"Crawford, Barbara."
After homeroom, I moved along the corridor toward the opposite side of
the school. My first period class was Honors History. Most of the class
was made up of juniors and seniors, but a few underclassmen, including
myself, had tested high enough to be allowed to take it.
I slipped in through the door, looking around for a good seat. There was
an empty one near the front, right next to Corey Johnson. He was Toni's
brother, a senior, and one of the top players on the football team. I
practically skipped across the room to drop into the vacant spot.
His eyes widened a bit, as they seemed to climb over my whole body,
lingering a bit on my chest. Then he finally made eye contact and smiled.
"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been all my life?"
I giggled and waved my hand dismissively. Toni and I had been friends
ever since middle school, and Corey had seen me almost a million times.
However, it had only been since school started that he actually "noticed"
me. I loved the way he looked at me now. Not as his kid sister's friend,
but as a woman. Someone to do all kinds of naughty things with.
"Oh hush," I said, giggling again. "Don't act like you don't know me."
He smiled, the expression lighting up his face. And my groin. "True. But
I am starting to think I don't know you well enough. I'm also starting to
think we should do something about that." "Oh?" I said, leaning closer.
"Like what?"
"A movie. Saturday night. You game?"
My heart skipped a beat and the room seemed to grow warmer. Corey Johnson
just asked me out on a date. The same Corey Johnson who practically had
to peel women, some of whom were in college, off him?
"Uh," I said, trying to find my tongue. "Sure."
He arched a brow. "Sure? You don't sound completely convinced there."
"I'm sure," I said with a nod. His eyes swept over me again and he
nodded, leaning back in his seat. "Cool."
I gave him another smile and turned to face the front of the room. I
couldn't believe that a senior boy would bother to notice a freshman girl
like me. The thought of an older man wooing me and introducing me to
adult pleasures made me all gooey and anxious. Like a cat in heat or
something.
Corey Johnson made me hot and bothered.
Then Mr. Tillis walked into the room.
"Sorry I'm late, class. Got hung up in the staff room."
He put his briefcase on the desk and shrugged out of his too-small coat.
His black hair had receded to the back part of his scalp, the thin
strands on the side slickened and pulled into a comb-over that barely hid
his shiny dome. The white dress shirt had what looked like a small stain
on the front, right on top of the swell of his man-boob. His gut, round
and distended, hung over a pair of brown slacks that probably had been
new when Carter was President.
He was old, fat, and dirty ... and I was in love.
I couldn't explain the sensation that rushed over me. Mr. Tillis had been
my teacher for the past three weeks. I honestly couldn't remember giving
him more than the necessary amount of attention.
Now, however, I ached as I studied him in exquisite detail. The more I
looked at him, the hotter I got. My hands gripped the edges of my desk as
I forced my knees together. The burning between my legs turning into a
warm wetness.
I wanted the balding, overweight man at the front of the room to take me
sexually. In every way possible. I wanted to kneel at his feet, his hard
cock in my mouth as I slid my lips up and down along the shaft. I needed
him to fuck me hard, while I lay back on his desk, my legs wrapped around
his waist. I desired having him spank my bare ass while I bent of a
chair, his throbbing dick sliding painfully in and out of my ass.
"Today, we will discuss the events that led up to the Russian
Revolution."
Oh. My. God. His voice. So powerful. So authoritative. Just hearing it
made my nerves stand on end. My fingers tightened their grip, and I
squirmed in my seat as nonchalantly as I could. A sheen of perspiration
formed on my forehead. I bit down on my lip, just to make sure I didn't
moan or anything.
"Who can tell me the name of the group who began organizing the workers
against the Tzar?"
His gaze swept across the room, eventually landing on me. I nearly came
right then.
"Miss Coltrane? Do you know the answer?"
I didn't dare open my mouth. Whatever came out wasn't going to be the
response he was looking for. More likely something a bit more primal.
We stared at each other for several seconds; him inquisitively, me
amorously.
"Well?" he asked.
I jumped out of my seat, rushing for the door. As I sprinted past him, I
mumbled something about "time of the month" and "bathroom." I didn't even
wait for him to respond or acknowledge me.
Once outside the classroom, I made a bee-line toward the nearest
restroom. Inside, I hovered over the sink, splashing cold water on my
face. The burning need in my pussy had slowed to a steady throb of
arousal. My panties were practically soaked, leaving trace aroma of musky
lust hovering in the air around me.
I didn't know what had come over me. Why had I responded like such a ...
slut to the unattractive teacher when someone like Corey Johnson was
sitting right beside me? Was I coming down with something? A tumor,
perhaps?
When I exited the bathroom, a stern-looking woman in a charcoal grey
pantsuit was standing outside the door.
"Pass?" Coach Susan "the Bull" Grayson said.
I shook my head. "I don't have one. I was in Mr. Tillis' class and I got
... uh ... sick." The gym teacher gave me a long, hard stare. "Well, you
seem to be fine now. Out of class without a permission slip? I think
we'll see what Mr. Lewis has to say."
I sighed. There was no use arguing with the Bull. To do so would probably
result in my having to run suicide sprints every day through graduation.
I nodded and fell in behind her as she led the way to the principal's
office.
Right as we arrived at the heavy wooden door with a thick pane of frosted
glass nestled in the top half, I glanced over to see a girl lounging
against one of the lockers. She was dressed in a uniform that was not
regulation, to say the least. It looked like something a stripper would
wear. The girl winked at me and then vanished. Almost as if into thin
air.
The Bull opened the door and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving me a
push inside.
"Move it, Coltrane. I got other things to do."
Inside the school administrator's outer office, a woman in her early
thirties sat in front of a computer. She glanced up as we came in, her
gaze settling on me.
"What do we have here?"
"Wandering the halls with no pass."
I started to add that I wasn't wandering. However, I was afraid that if I
said anything, I'd end up recounting the tale of how I nearly ripped off
my clothes in History so Mr. Tillis could teach me all kinds of things.
So, I merely nodded in agreement with the mannish woman.
"Fine," the assistant said. She sounded put out that we'd interrupted
her. Probably interfered with her web-surfing. She looked from the Bull
to me. "Go into Mr. Lewis' office and wait. He should be back soon."
I sighed again and went through one of the inner doors into the office of
the man who ruled Taborville High with an iron fist.
How did I ever get into this situation?
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