It was not unusual for Karyn Black to visit the school library on Saturdays. Max McMillan IV High School (there was a reason that bitch Sarah got away with acting like she owned the place—it was great-grandpappy’s money that had built it) prided itself on two things: the strength of its college prep, and its athletic programs (although there was not often a lot of overlap between the groups of students that benefited from those two things): So some of the school’s facilities like the library and gym were staffed with limited hours on weekends and over breaks by volunteers from the PTA for upperclassmen who needed additional study resources or coaches who wanted to punish their teams into better performance by making them give up a weekend.
But Karyn knew from experience that there were several hours mid-morning that were both too late for the gym to be occupied by the most vindictive of coaches and too early to be occupied by the coaches who knew their teams needed extra practice but didn’t want to give up their own weekend sleep-in either, and unlike the quiet bustle of the library, the locker rooms were guaranteed to be silent and empty. This was where Karyn went to concentrate, and right now she needed to think.
So having picked up her holds from the volunteer at the circulation desk, Karyn settled into the girls locker room, but today study eluded the normally disciplined Karyn. Her mind was fully occupied by the possibilities of harnessing Jon’s power: she was pretty sure this offered her a way of fixing her previous big-boobed-blonde wish—the boobs had their perks, of course—her recently embiggened nipples twinged at the thought—but they were too much for, uhh, daily wear. With Jon’s help, they could each get the bodies of their dreams—even if their dreams changed from time to time. Reversibility also put some more interesting experimentation that would be too dangerous for the stone directly back on the table, although Karyn liked to pretend to herself that she was above such lewd imaginings. Of course, even Karyn had to admit that she wasn’t so high-minded as to be above using Jon to find a way to take Sarah and her cronies down a peg—or three.
As a plan started to take form in Karyn’s mind, she gathered her things and headed out—she had some Amazin’ orders to place and the library computers decidedly were not the ones for the job. On her way out, she passed the lost & found shelf languishing in the corner of the girls’ locker room, including, with pride of place on the top shelf, the gigantic jock strap neatly labelled “J. Saxwell”.
Every girl at MMHS knew the story of how Jackson Saxswell’s jockstrap had come to rest in the girls’ lockers, although how it had remained there for over two years after he graduated without being removed by a staff member was inexplicable. Nevertheless, there it sat like some sort of monument to past events. Karyn was embarrassed that the thought had even crossed her mind—but not so embarrassed that she didn’t shove that jock deep into her messenger bag for later, along with Rebecca Esipeth’s ridiculously thick prescription sports goggles and a few other items of interest that might come in handy later.
