No, as fun as it might be to give some guy a good time, Beverly decides, it would be much more fun to tease them, all of them. And more than that, to save the real action for someone who could really get a rise out of her brother. The mere thought of his face when he finds out "Tracy" is cheating on him with some jock, or genius, or basically anyone who's a better catch than he is, sends a shiver down her spine.
So in a move that almost surprises even herself, Beverly decides that losing her virginity...or at least, losing Tracy's virginity, would be much sweeter if she could double-dip with that satisfaction, and gets out of the pool, making sure to place extra emphasis on the sway of her hips, and dries herself off right there at the poolside. She's very sure she sees at least one guy, if not a few, literally drooling as they look on, causing a smirk to form on her face. She makes little effort to hide it, but doesn't give any of the guys a second look. Well...maybe a second look, but no more than that.
For now, though, it's getting late. Beverly had planned to go get her hair dyed, or get some piercings, or tattoos, or something, but between spending the morning examining herself and the afternoon at the pool, plus the effort of actually getting Tracy's body in the first place, there just hadn't been time, and now she's just out of energy. Breaking in her new body can wait for another day. For now, she needs to get home - her new home - and get some rest.
Or, that was the initial plan, at any rate. But the moment she shuts the front door behind her, a voice calls out from inside the house; a woman's voice. "Tracy! Is that you?"
"Yeah..." Beverly calls back, unable to keep the irritation out of her voice.
A woman appears from the hallway, one who looks just like Tracy, if Tracy were twenty years older. Her mom, presumably. "Did you have fun with your boyfriend? ...And why are you all wet?"
"Ditched him and went to the pool," says Beverly shortly.
"Oh? What happened?"
"Nothing, he's just a loser," Beverly replies acidly.
"Mm...hmm..." Tracy's mom looks at the girl she thinks is her daughter with obvious concern. "Well, I can't make you talk if you don't want to, but you know I'll be here to listen if you do. Just make sure you take a shower and get all that pool-water off, okay?"
Shower...a shower does sound good.
"Yeah, sure," says Beverly, only slightly more upbeat, and turns to leave.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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