"Not Jim! Jen. Thanks to you, I'm Jen now. Try to remember that.", Jen said, grabbing her discarded bikini and going inside, slamming the door behind her. Rick knocked at the front door for a while, but got no answer. Knowing Jen needed some space right now, he returned to his house. there must be something he could do to get Jim back, but all the scientific information looked bleak.
Falling asleep over his computer keyboard, Rick was awakened by a loud thumping on his front door. Rushing downstairs, he threw open the door and saw Jen standing there. Not the Jen he'd known before. Not the Jen that had been made from Jim. This one was very sure of herself and very secure in her femininity.
"Are you going to invite me in ?", she asked. Jen stood, dressed in the most provocative outfit she could possibly get in this town. She wore a black leather bustier, an insanely short black leather skirt, fishnet stockings that came up to her thigh and black stiletto heels. Her hair was thrust on top of her head in a pile, and her face was heavily made up.
"Uh, sure . . .", Rick said as she strutted past him, giving him a deep tongue kiss as she passed. He wasn't sure, but he could swear she had a pierced tongue! Jen must have gone downtown and gotten new clothes and a total slut makeover.
"I've decided not to be moping anymore. I'm at peace with what YOU did to me, and I only ask one thing to set everything back to the way it was.", Jen said, sitting down on the couch with her legs spread wide. All the money she'd spent on clothes, and Rick saw that she had spent none of it on underwear.
"Name it.", he said, staring in shock at his friend.
Tue Mar 9 14:24:39 1999