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The Even Stranger Case of Ms. Carolyn Jekyll - Part 006
It was shocking to hear CJ invite me to join her that evening for dancing and drinks. She had never once shown any interest in going to a club. Not once. Trust me, I tried multiple times. This would have been enough of a twist for me to reflect on for hours. So it was doubly shocking when she got distracted mid-sentence by a cute boy walking by in the park. CJ was always a shrinking violet when it came to boys; my college friend would have never pulled me over with her to flirt with the man. She also never would have gone so hard at trying to get him to go dancing with us. I hadn’t even responded if I was joining her before she invited someone else.
The conversation was uncomfortable for me to be a part of. First, while I am fine approaching a stranger under the right circumstances, this was anything but. A few seconds after CJ had spun up this conversation, a woman looking very agitated with us arrived. It was like CJ couldn’t even see her. My friend’s focus remained on the guy exclusively. CJ kept pressuring him to meet up with us later that night, and she used every feminine wile she could. Pouty lips, cleavage squeezed together and thrust forward, higher pitched voice, twirling her hair, and anything else you could imagine. It thus fell to me to hold back the likely girlfriend, or maybe even wife, from assaulting CJ.
I was able to slow the woman’s progress just enough for CJ to disengage. I could swear I heard him say he would meet us later, but it was faint. With CJ moving away from her boyfriend, the woman made a beeline to him instead of trying to pursue CJ further. That’s when the yelling and slapping started. I turned to look at CJ, but she had a mischievous smile and a look of self-satisfaction that told me she had no remorse over what was happening. In fact, she confirmed as much verbally by telling me that he was “In” for dancing later. Based on the bruising he was taking at his significant other’s hand, I wasn’t so sure about that.
Eight o’clock arrived quicker than I would have liked that night. I was at a loss for what to do with my friend. She was clearly out of control, but how could I intervene? CJ had always resented the pretty girls; the traditional female upbringing was something she longed for but never had. It felt like I was watching someone gorge themselves on candy after concluding a crash diet. CJ was doing all the things that she told me she hated to see other women do: flirting with men who had partners, wearing clothes that showed more skin than they covered, and going out for drinks on a work night. All of these things would be fine in moderation, but CJ was not practicing moderation.
So, it was absolutely not a surprise when CJ arrived at my apartment, as we agreed, wearing the most scandalous dress I had ever seen. I felt like I was smuggling a secret with how frantically I rushed her inside. I checked the hall to see who might have seen her arrive at my door. The coast seemed clear, and I was grateful even though CJ wasn’t technically breaking any laws. When I turned around from my door, CJ stood there and planted two kisses on my cheeks. My friend looked like a tramp, and she was acting like one too.
I begrudgingly told CJ I would just need a minute to get into my dress when she stopped me. I hadn’t noticed it in the rush to get her inside, but she had brought a sizable bag with her, which she was now rummaging through. “Here it is, our ticket to a guaranteed good time.”
The words hung heavy in my head. I remember them still so clearly. Her bubbly voice, so unfamiliar, pierced through my ears, wedging this idea in my head. CJ just wanted us to have a good time. She wanted what I had tried to give her so many times during college. All the late-night pushes to finish a paper, the cram sessions to prep for a test, and the all-nighters to finish a final project would have been easier on the soul if we had taken time to decompress. So, now, my friend has pulled the most extreme U-turn I’ve ever seen anyone take, and I am doubting if I should let her continue.
No, no, I wouldn’t shut this down.
CJ was doing this with me specifically because she knew that I had been the one who wanted to do this before. So now that CJ was finally feeling comfortable enough to go out and let a little steam off, she had come to me as a trusted friend. I was determined to be there for my friend, no matter the circumstances.
CJ handed me a pill and held one between her fingers as well. “To my bestie. Let’s have a blast!” CJ downed her pill instantly and smiled brightly, waiting for me to do the same. So, unsurprisingly but regrettably, I swallowed the mysterious pill.
I couldn’t have known the kind of “good time” CJ was looking for was contained within the pill, but it didn’t take long for me to feel its effects:
Kendra transforms into Ken, a hunk of a man
Kendra transforms into Kayleigh, a buxom blonde bimbo.
Kendra’s inhibitions melt away
Note: Multiple choice is allowed. If both Ken's and Kayleigh's options “win,” Kendra will go through multiple changes in the next installment.
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