Rick opened her eyes, startled that her girlfriend was pushing her away. It all seemed wrong, of course, but she was more concerned that Jill wasn't interested in having sex with a pregnant cow, "Jill, what's wrong?" she asked in a worried voice.
Jim blinked. Jill? Obviously Jennifer was playing with Rick's memories now. "Yes, Jill," she asked from the nearby desk where the computer awaited, "Not still upset that your girlfriend's Bi, are you?" She giggled slightly, stroking her cock.
Jim scowled, taking assessment of the changes he could note. Jennifer hit a couple of keys, then smiled back at Jim. The world seemed to have frozen, and Jim, now sporting a white belly tee that was easily a size too small, yet no bra what so ever, was not amused. While he could still feel a very male erection in his pants, his hips had changed to a girls', his navel had somehow gotten pierced and was now sporting a small, heart shaped charm. From the mirror next to Rick's room he could see the changed nameplate, indicating it was nwow Rachel's room, as well as his toned, tight, cheerleadeer body and face. His hair was tied into a fancy tiara braid and three accent braids hung down the back. In the amount of time it had taken Jennifer to stop typing it had grown to knee length. And his face... His face looked angelic, innocent, yet at the same time highly sexualized. While he could feel makeup, he couldn't see any, aside from the bright red lipstick.
"Taking assessment, Hmm," commented Jennifer, "That's good. You see, I think I'm going to leave you with your old memories for a while, Jill. Oh, I'll add in a few things. I don't want your period to completely surprise you, and it would be very bad if suddenly you forgot how to do your hair and makeup, or suddenly couldn't perform those cheerleading routines. Also, it wouldn't be nearly as 'revenge' if you weren't aware of what's going on. Rick was... well, let's just say that Rick gets off easy. Rachel was always a bit of a slut and sluts end up pregnant sooner or later, but you... You, Jim, were something else. I bet you never even noticed me, did you?"
"Noticed you?" asked Jim incredulously, "What... s this some stupid revenge for some imagined slight that I..."
He was cut off by the sudden inability to speak, "That's enough of that out of you, Jimmy girl." Jill found her ass swelling slightly, pulling her jeans tight against her seemingly smaller erection. "Let's call this last change punishment for thinking you're better than you are. And yes, you slighted me. Thinking I was nothing and using me to get revenge on Rick anyway? Sure, he deserved it, but we can't have you thinking you're better than you are now, can we?" ill crossed her arms in annoyance, flipping Jennifer the bird since she couldn't speak. "Ooh, that deserves something more.
Jim felt an itch on his hip and spotted a bit of color over the low cut of her jeans. Her ass sweled again, rising up slightly higher as it firmed. Her erection was now painfully pressed against the zipper on her jeans, and she nearly teared as the pants themselves shrunk a bit further. Her erection shrank, and was noticeably smaller. After several rapid intakes of breath Jennifer smiled, "There, all girl now. Although I suppose it'll take you a while to wise up. I don't mind. That big, tight booty of yours looks amazingly good on a white girl. And there are always other things I could change. You could always end up like your girlfriend..."
Jim, now fully Jill, cast a brief glance at Rachel before nodding silently and making an expression of acquiescence. "Good girl," commented JJennifer, but that underwear... way too boy-cut. How about this..." A few key-strokes later and jim felt his undewear change, followed by an audible snap. the strings of the thong rode high on her hips, while the jeans rode low. Her clit pressed hard into the silken panties, and she could feel moisture building up. "Right, setting arousal levels... My, my, it's a lot easier to change you with this computer than with the power you gave me, Jim... Too easy. In fact, I think that you are going to have to be unable to use it from now on." She typed in more commands and Jill felt more changes, hidden from sight. She lost all her scientific knowledge and gained... A lot. Sexual technique, names and faces of new ffriends, a number to the gay and lesbian youth center, a complete knowledge of botany and biology, a new class schedule that was light on physics and computers, heavy on Literature and Biology. She even learned CCPR as she somehow recalled Jill's desire to one day be a doctor.
"Okay," managed Jim in a respectful tone, "I'm a cheerleader, and we three are best friends. Aparently I've been dating Rachel since middle school, and she's not the most responsible person... You gave her freckles??" Jim turned to spot Rick, still frozen in time, her belly now significantly smaller, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her bare breasts.
"Well," admitted Jennifer, "I think they look cute on her. Besides, I want you two to be individuals... I'm not justdoing this as punishment, after all, you're supposed to learn something, Jill."
"Learn something!?" asked Jim incredulously, "You keep changing your mind! What am I supposed to...Ack!" Jill's breasts swelled from a magnificent C to a huge F while her hips widened just slightly only to pull her already painted on jeans even tighter as a wet spot spread out the front.
"Don't question me, Jim," warned Jennifer one last time, "I made your parents understanding, gave you and Rachel none of the consequences you would normally face as lesbians. I could always change it so you were bi-sexual, make you as pregnant as your co-hort here, maybe more. Or I could just make you even more overtly sexual, an extreme of feminine sexuality. And I will if you try and defy me, Jim. Or, I could change you back, slightly...
Jill felt her hair sliding back to a pair of hip length pigtails, her ass shrinking slightly and her breasts reced. Her clothes still looked painted on, but the butterfly tattoo on her hip now poked out of the jeans and her spot of feminine arousal wasn't visible. "I am going to restart time here in a bit, and you are going to play along. If I think you are doing well enough, I will reward you. If not... Well, cheerleaders kick the total skanks out, Jill..."
Jim gulped and nodded. The fear he showed was genuine, even as Jennifer's cock disappeared back into a vagina. He had a sneaking suspicion she had just made it invisible or some such, but that didn't change the fact that Jenny was a madwoman. She seemed to frown momentarily as he thought that, and a pad appeared in Jill's thong. Rachel shifted into a position where she could lay on her back, a maternity dress to one of her sides, a pant-suit to the other, and otherwise she was completely naked. Jill took her position at the foot of her bed, her breasts having swollen back up to a DD, still braless, and nipples visibly poking through the white tee. Jenny sat at the desk, grinning, and time started back up.
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