A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 6
"...the charge separation in the cloud produces an electrostatic potential between the top and bottom layers of the cloud. The strong negative current at the bottom of the cloud can induce a positive charge at the Earth's surface..."
Mikayla furiously scribbled in her notebook, hanging on Mr. Quinn's every word. She found the subject fascinating. In the past she had always found it hard to concentrate in science class. All the girls in
the class fancied Mr. Quinn, and would whisper and giggle throughout, making comments about their teacher's dreamy blue eyes, or his well toned bottom. Even though she was new to the school, it hadn't been long before she had been drawn into it all. But today seemed different. She was able to concentrate fully, undistracted by any inappropriate thoughts about her science teacher.
"... Providing the electric field strength is sufficient this can lead to ionization of the air molecules and an electrical discharge between the cloud and the Earth's surface."
"Lightning," Mikayla said. She felt the other girls in the class turning to look at her, surprised that she knew what the hell Mr. Quinn was talking about.
"That's correct Mikayla. So you see class, small changes can lead to big effects."
Small changes. Big effects. That sounded kind of neat. Mikayla wondered what Mr. Quinn would think about magic; how he would explain the workings of her transformation stone. The school bell chimed throughout the room.
"Alright class, our next lesson is on Friday, I want you to read chapter three for then."
Mikayla collected her notes up and hugged them to her chest as she shuffled her way with the rest of the class out into the corridor. Classes were over for the day. She had gym for the rest of the afternoon, meaning she needed to go and get changed. Cheerleader try-outs were on Thursday and her and some of the other girls were going to practice out in the field.
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Mikayla opened her locker, pulling out her bag with her cheerleader uniform. She thought of Daniel and how last week she had played a prank on him, changing his clothes into a similar outfit. Closing her locker she turned. Quite by conincidence she suddenly caught sight of Daniel across the sea of students.
"Dan over here!" Mikayla called out waving her arms.
Daniel jumped as if taken by surprise, he changed direction and walked over to where Mikayla was standing.
"Hey..."
Mikayla stared up at him. He seemed embarrassed and didn't know quite where to look.
"Are you okay?"
Daniel shrugged. "Everything's fine."
"Listen, uh. About Friday night." Mikayla felt as awkward as he clearly did.
"Yeah..."
"I'm sorry." They both blurted it out at the same time.
Daniel continued, "I never should have..."
"I know. You shouldn't have. I'm sorry about my Dad though..."
"Forget about it."
"What happened when he took you downstairs?"
Daniel looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Nothin'. He changed me back after we got downstairs and then told me to leave."
"Oh, good, I was worried he'd do something stupid and leave you like it!"
"No, no..." Daniel stared at the floor. "Look Mikayla, I was thinking..."
"Me too," Mikayla interrupted. "Sorry, you first."
Daniel continued, "Well, I uh... Maybe it'd be a good idea if we stopped seeing each other."
A wave of relief swept over Mikayla. She'd been thinking the same thing, but was worried about how to tell him. "I think you're probably right."
"Yeah..."
"Well, uh... We can still be friends, right?" Mikayla looked up at Daniel hopefully.
"Sure. I mean, of course!" Daniel's face brightened a little. Mikayla nestled herself into Daniel's embrace and the pair shared a parting hug. She'd always enjoyed the feeling of Daniel's muscular arms around her, the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest. But today it seemed different. Maybe the spark had just gone between them.
"Listen, I'm gonna be late for cheerleader practice."
Mikayla jogged off down the corridor, her school skirt swishing about her hips as Daniel headed off to his next lesson.
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Mikayla walked into the girl's changing room. Most of the other girls were already there, as she had been held up talking to Daniel.
Samantha, a friendly blonde girl from Mikayla's Economics class, greeted her as she put her bag down. "Hi Mikayla," she smiled warmly. Without missing a beat, Samantha pulled her top up over her head, tossing it onto a bench. Mikayla watched as she then reached around behind her, unclasping her bra. Her B-cup breasts jostled slightly as she pulled the bra from her body. They were a perfect shape. Not too large, pert, topped with thick pink nipples. Samantha glanced upwards, catching Mikayla's gaze. Mikayla quickly turned away, blushing furiously.
What was she doing? Mikayla had never felt the need to stare at another girl quite like that before. But she found she couldn't help herself. Even now she gave quick glances over at Samantha as she pulled her sports bra on. Everywhere Mikayla looked girls were in various states of undress. Skirts being put on, skirts being taken off. Bras, panties, hips, waists. Firm breasts bobbing and round tight backsides bending over.
"Are you okay?" Samantha asked, pulling her cheerleader jersey on.
"Yes, yes. Fine," Mikayla stammered as she pulled her cheerleader's uniform from her sports bag.
Mikayla shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the strange distractions. Instead she tried to concentrate on getting changed. As she pulled her top off she noticed that her breasts were aching and felt
swollen. Funny, it wasn't her time of the month or anything. She unclasped her bra freeing her breasts and was surprised to find her nipples were erect. She looked around, embarassed, hoping no-one had noticed. She quickly put her sports bra on and her red cheerleader jersey, but even then her hard nipples protruded through the fabric. If that wasn't bad enough she could now feel a tingling sensation between her legs.
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Things didn't seem to get any better out on the field. Mikayla tried her best with the cheerleader routines, but missed her cues and fell behind on the choreography. All around her the girls were jumping and high-kicking, their breasts bouncing under their tight tops. Their skirts swished, offering exciting glimpses of their yellow coloured panties.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Samantha asked her during their break.
"I'm sorry. I've just got... things on my mind." She could feel her heart beat hammering as Samantha rubbed her arm affectionately. "Listen, I'm gonna head off early. I'll be okay tomorrow, I promise."
"Okay, if you're sure, but remember the try-outs are only a few days away."
"I know, I know." Mikayla smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Mikayla started off back down the field towards the school gates. Wow, that was weird. She'd never had an interest in other girls before, but here she was fantasising about them! It all seemed a bit sudden. Mikayla considered the transformation stone. It plainly worked its magic very well. Was it possible she had accidentally caused a change in herself? But then again, she was only seventeen. It was possible her body and her hormones were still developing and changing. Either way she felt excited. She imagined what it might have been like to kiss Samantha. To have her body pressed up against hers. Samantha was beautiful. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, an athletic body. In fact when imagining a form for Daniel's transformation on Friday, she had based some of his feminine characteristics on Samantha. Mikayla smiled inwardly at the memory of Daniel in his skirt and high heels, his large breasts and his cute feminine face. She remembered how she had teased him, squeezing his large breasts in her hands. Biting her lip Mikayla stopped at the school gates. She decided she would wait for Daniel.
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Daniel made his way past the throng of students, all of them desparate to get out of school and enjoy the rest of the warm afternoon. Outside the school gates car horns honked, kids shouted across the road to one other, and a general summer-time exitement filled the air. Not that Daniel felt like that. He hung his head, feeling sorry for himself for his break up with Mikayla. Usually he liked to dump girls while they were still keen, but this time round he'd also been rejected himself. Still, it was nothing his red-blooded male ego couldn't recover from. No, there were plenty more fish in the sea. He held his head up, looking round for any potential hot single babes.
"Dan, over here!"
Daniel looked to see Mikayla waving him over. Couldn't he just be allowed to forget about her? To make matters worse, she was wearing her cheerleader outfit and looked sexy as hell. Her red jersey clung to her firm breasts and her canary yellow skirt was only just long enough to cover her panties. He'd have to try his best to banish the thoughts he was having. After all, look where it had got him last time.
"Hey baby, uh... Mikayla," Daniel corrected himself. "Shouldn't you still be practicing?"
"I know. I just couldn't concentrate..." Mikayla stared thoughtfully into the distance. "Listen, I was wondering, did you fancy coming over tonight. Maybe watch a DVD? You know, just as friends?"
"Are you serious? What and get turned into a girl again?" Daniel blurted incredulously.
"Shh, keep your voice down!"
"Sorry."
"I already asked my Dad and he said you can still come round...just...."
"Just providing I've got a pair of tits for him to gawp at? No way Mikayla, I'm not going through that again." Daniel had spent all Sunday trying to keep busy, anything to take his mind off of the events of the previous couple of days. But now it all came flooding back.
"Come on, it's not like we'd be doing anything. We'd just be watching a movie. What does it matter what you look like?" Mikayla stared up at Daniel. He could feel her green eyes drawing him in.
"No! I'm not doing it!"
"Please, Dan, I thought we were still friends? What kind of friends don't spend any time together."
Daniel stared at Mikayla's beautiful face. No one was more surprised than he, when he finally answered.
...continued in Chapter 7
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