Chapter #4Jessica by: Unknown Opening the stall door Natasha was met with Jessica.
Still wiping the tears from her eyes the nerd slowly looked up.
"What do you want? I don't want any trouble, just leave me alone."
Jessica crossed her arms as she frowned. Strange, was she showing pity or concern.
As Natasha wondered this Jessica brushed her tear aside with her thumb.
"Huh? Wait, why hasn't she insulted me yet?"
The teachers pet thought about it until Jessica pulled away her hand.
"Hey, umm Natasha. What I said back there earlier, please don't tell anyone else."
"Why?"
"You've got to be kidding, you know why!"
Turning around Jessica laid back against the tiled wall as Natasha slowly stepped closer. The cheerleader swished her blond ponytail back as she pouted.
"Do I really have to spill it out for you jiggly ass? Your.... Your so damn smart, you get the best grades out of the whole class and what do I get? "
Lifting up her precious girls she continued.
"It's funny, I get a lot of attention from everybody you know. If I swing these beauties in the right direction I'll get a guy to fall head over heels for me. It's.... ridiculous. Your lucky you know that right? With your grades you'll be able to go anywhere you want meanwhile I'm still stuck in this boring town."
Still holding onto her breasts she squeeze d one lightly as her left hand grappled onto her left butt cheek.
Natasha saw her facial expression.
"She looks so sad. Is she really expressing to me her true feelings?"
Jessica looked back at her. It would seem she was smiling however her eyes were watering up.
"Here I'll be stuck playing the typical fat housewife while your making it big in the city. If I'm not too careful I'll probably end up with a jiggly ass of my own. I'm pathetic aren't I?"
Natasha couldn't believe how honest Jessica was being right now. All those times she was bullied, all for Jessica's insecurities.
Wiping away her tears the bimbo tried her best to cheer up.
"Look girl, what I'm trying to say is...well... I'm sorry. There ok!"
She crossed her arms again, still flustered as her precious rack bounced a bit.
Natasha was so baffled, baffled that she started crying more even though she was laughing under it all.
Jessica turned on with fury in her sight.
"What the hells so funny?!"
"I... I just... I never expected you to apologize to me like this. It's so funny that you want to be like me. You know what's crazy? I want what you despise."
Wiping her eyes away Natasha smiled sadly as her lips quivered. The other girl just stood there confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I hate math! I hate science, I fucking hate it all!"
The anger Jessica saw in her shook her insides as the emotions of her old victim were finally beginning to surface.
"You think I want all the best grades! I'm tired of pushing myself! My parents, my elitist pricks of a family want me to excel harder each day and what do they do? The y go on vacation every chance they get and when they come back they smile if I get good grades. If not they fucking hassle me like no tomorrow. I just wish that..."
As Natasha firmed up her fists, Jessica watched in shock as her jaw dropped.
"I wish I could be like you! I wish I could become a mother!"
Panting from all of the shouting Natasha felt the weight on her chest that had been sitting there for so many years finally lift off.
A strange realization came after thinking about what she had said.
"Is that really what I want? Why, why did I say that I wanted to become a mother?"
Jessica cupped her breasts as she pondered what was just said.
"You want to be like? I'm... I'm hot I get that yet I can be so damn stupid sometimes."
Natasha stood infront of her now, feeling nausea inside her fuzzy out her surroundings.
"I wish I could trade my intelligence with you. I..."
Before she could say anything else Jessica caught her, causing the nerd to plant her head between Jessica's melons.
Touching her forehead Jessica was amazed by Natasha's temperature.
"Natasha, your heating up! I better get you to the nurse."
Grabbing her by the waist Jessica pulled her out of the bathroom.
...
With every step Jessica pushed them both on as Natasha held onto her shoulder.
"Hang on, were almost there."
With each step it was strange, it almost felt like a weight had lifted from Natasha's mind. For some reason her body felt weaker when they reached the nurse's office.
...
When they came in it was nurse Joy who jad been sitting at her desk. Being visibly pregnant the brunette noticed the two when she had been snacking on a pretzel. Blue eyes widened at jow pale her patient was.
Quickly getting up she moved to take Natasha's temperature.
"My goodness! Your heating up! Jessica, would you be a dear and help me get her into bed?"
"Right..."
The two put Natasha to bed as she panted. Her body feeling intense heat was fuming everywhere.
Ms. Joyce took Jessica by the arm out the door.
"Thank you so much for bringing her here. She just needs some rest."
"Thanks mrs. Joyce."
As they stood out in front of the nurses office another teen ran up to them.
With dirty blond hair and skinny body Fiona wasn't much to look at. Naturally she was 5'8 being the average height yet she looked more like a boy for having less curves to help.
Wearing a pair of jeans and a purple hoodie she stopped in her tracks, panting.
"Oh Miss Parker! Did you come running to see you're friend? She's going to be alright you know."
"I.... I'm not too late am I?"
Standing up Abigail Parker sighed.
"I can't believe she's gotten sick today. Even after she's promised me to play D&D. Jessica?"
The cheerleader looked back plainly as the pregnant woman quickly intervened.
"Jessica here helped your friend. I'm sorry to say to you two but she needs a lot of rest."
...
Moaning and shifting under the sheets Natasha struggled as a voice came into her mind.
"Ahh my dear girl. You're going to change soon, I can tell."
"Who.... Who are you?!"
"You don't remember me? You bumped into me earlier today."
Finally remembering the old janitor she had knocked over a wave of guilt shook her.
"I'm sorry, I was having a bad day alright? I was being bullied."
"Even so you should have still helped me. I see however that you are truly apologetic so I'll give you hint on your new power."
"New power?"
"For every desirable thought you have a change will happen. To desire for others will change them as well. Now that's the biggest hint I'm giving you. Well more like a dead give away but.... Alacomeblamous!"
Suddenly her mind was clear.
Laying back the poor woman sweated as she pondered what had happened.
"So the old man gave me a power rather than a curse. If I desire to change in a certain way I can desire the same for someone else. Does that mean I'll never be the same again?"
The door opened to her alarm.
"Whose there?!"
Stepping inside it was...
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