Desire in the Desert

When Jade woke up, everything ached. Her head was swimming with alcohol. Her chest felt like it had been trampled by an elephant, her ass felt like she had sat on a stovetop, and her scalp felt like it had been, well, scalped.

What had happened last night? She felt like she had gone to a party? At Blacklog street? That didn't sound like her. Then again, a broken heart can make you do crazy things. But there was something more? God she had drunk a lot last night and her head was pounding. It made it hard to sort reality from fiction.

Had she been grinding up on some random army boy? Yeah. That seemed right. Had she turned into a faerie queen that had hypnotized all of the boys at the party into taking turns licking her pussy? Probably not. Had her boobs and ass grown big and sexy? Had she magically grown a full head of hair? That seemed strange. She felt her chest, nope, her normal speedbumps greeted her. That would be ridiculous, but then why did it seem so real?

She definitely remembered that there had been a cute boy that she had been dancing up on (had she grabbed his dick? No that would have been insane). She definitely remembered having her potential tryst interrupted by the intervention of the police. Ug.

She dragged herself out of bed and faced down her nemesis. The mirror confirmed what her hands had felt. Her tits and butt were the same, flat as always. Her hair was still a chia pet. Why did she remember having big tits? Touching her chest she could almost feel the bigger boobs… feel a man’s hands on them. She certainly felt how sore they were now.

She came out of her room for breakfast, and found her mother at the table. Rachel Teth was a shadow of her former self, her face was hollow, and she was bone-thin, with hair as short as Jade’s. Jade's mother had barely gotten any time to get over the death of her husband before she got sick, but it was hard for Jade to focus on her mother's problems when her own life had been blown up so much.

In books when you made sacrifices to take care of someone they became more loving and kind to you. The worst villains became soft as they experienced tender loving care. Clearly these authors had not met Rachel. Jade's mother had not been a particularly kind woman to start, and disease and loss had not improved upon her temperament.

"Have you started wearing a wig?"

"Good morning to you too, mother. How was your treatment yesterday?" Jade said flatly, pouring herself a bowl of Cheerios.

"I saw you coming in late last night. With your fake hair and your stuffed bra. Have you started walking the streets?"

"No mother. I have not become a prostitute. And I was not wearing a wig. I was out with a girlfriend I met at class, you probably saw her.” Technically true. Though she knew that Mei didn't drop her off last night. “Your treatment mom? What did the doctors say?"

"Looked like you. Was wearing your dress. That slutty thing with the slit down the front." Her mother turned back towards her cornflakes.

"Stop avoiding the question mom. How did the treatment go?"

"Perfect. Should be cured by Monday.” Her mother finished her bowl, and got up to rinse it.

Jade sighed, shaking her head.

"They did ask about the money." Rachel mumbled, under her voice.

"I'm working on it mom. As soon as the government releases dad's pension payments we can cover it. I will go up to the base next week. We have to prove it was an accident, but that is so hard when everything is so hush hush up there."

"Yeah well. I know I'd be cheaper to you dead. Maybe just stop paying the bills and let me die." Her mother said, walking away from the table.

" Mom I-"

Her mother slammed the door to her room.

Jade let out an exasperated growl and clenched her fists. She wished her father were still here. Controlling as he was, he had a kind heart, and he was the only one her mother had really listened to. She had never gotten along with her mother, but things had gone from bad to worse in the last few months. The woman was impossible!

But she usually didn't outright lie. Did Jade have hair last night? And she said a padded bra too… Jade certainly hadn't padded her bra (better for the boys to be disappointed up front she always thought). But she did have this nagging memory...

She grabbed her purse, and pawed through it. Inside she found... yes. There it was.

A vial of red liquid, mostly full, with a stopper at the top. She had drunk this last night! And it had… transformed her? Maybe? But clearly the effects were temporary. And the aftereffects were- ouch she squeezed her breasts- painful.

Jade looked at the time. Shit! She was going to be late for her second class! She hurriedly stuffed her mouth full of soggy cereal with a plan to chew it later, grabbed her bookbag and rushed out the door.

Class was largely uneventful, though Mei caught up with her afterwards.

"Thank god! I was so worried when I didn't see you after the cops came. I turned around and some slut was dancing with Theo instead of you!"

"Thanks! No, I was fine, just booked it out of there. Yeah, who was that black girl that jumped him?"

"That's private Green, but no, I was talking about that hot chick that grabbed his dick. Todd says she left quite an impression..."

So it was definitely real. Fuck.

***

That night Jade snuck back into her house to change for work. Fortunately it sounded like her mom was out. Jade didn't relish having a reprise of this morning's conversation. Some part of her wondered if the red liquid could cure her mother. If it could change her body so drastically, just by wishing it, surely a little disease would not be so bad?

But the effects were temporary, and seemed to have some rough side effects. Maybe a short term benefit but a long term risk. Not worth it. She needed to understand more about what this stuff was.

She threw on her Sweetie's uniform and drove out to the town's only ice cream parlor for her closing shift.

Nizhoni was already there restocking the waffle cones.

"Sup bitch, you look worse for the wear. Where you been?"

Niz was absolutely beautiful. If Pocahontas had looked like her, the Native Americans might not be stuck on crappy reservations. Jade thought. Niz lived on the Navajo reservation just outside of town and had smooth brown skin, luscious black hair, and a bust that was nearly popping out of her Sweetie's apron. Niz always made a point to wear low-cut shirts to work that made it look like her boobs were just barely being held in by the top of the apron. She was short, but had thin, lithe arms and legs.

"It was a rough night. I was out at the Blacklog party."

"Who now? You were where? Are you sure you are my girl Jade? Because she would never be caught dead at a Blacklog party."

"Well, you know. Being the perfect, well-behaved girl has got me all of nowhere, so I figured why not try to live a little?"

"Damn, You go girl, I gotta up my game if you are gonna be out here struttin' Shit."

The bell over the door rang and they started serving ice cream. It was a pretty normal shift. When the rush calmed down, Jade took a deep breath and tried to be nonchalant

"Niz have you ever heard about like a drug, or a magic potion that can make you look different."

"Girl, what'd they give you at that party? LSD? That shit will make you see some crazy things. I once had a trip where I was a giant penis, and everyone that touched me made me cum. Damn… That was a good trip."

"I suppose..., but you've never heard of something that can actually change its shape. Right?"

Niz's eyes got dark, and she looked more serious than Jade had ever seen her.

"Don't tell me you have found one of those."

A pit dropped in Jade's stomach. "One of what?"

Niz looked around furtively. “We're not supposed to talk about them with Bilangaana, white people. We're not even supposed to mention their name out loud, you could draw their attention."

Jade looked out the wide windows of Sweetie's to the darkened parking lot beyond. "What if... what if you already have their attention?"

Niz gave her a horrible glare. "Then you pray."

They stood in silence for a moment, both staring out the empty windows into the night. Both trying to make out any shape in the darkness beyond the parlor.

Jade started breathing hard, Niz took her hand and met her eyes.

"Here." she said, writing something on a napkin. "Look this up online, but DON’T say it out loud. The elders say we used to have one that lived out on the reservation, but the army folks drove it away."

Jade took the piece of paper. There was one word on it.

SKINWALKER

Most of the rest of the shift was uneventful. Not too many customers. Jade didn't mention shape changing again, and Niz seemed keen on pretending their conversation never happened. It was nice to catch up with Niz. She was one of Jade's few friends who hadn't left town for college. With ten minutes left in their shift, Niz headed out leaving Jade to close up the shop. She was just about to go to lock the door when the bell rang.

Jade had a sudden fear that a skinwalker had snuck into the parlor. But it was worse. She looked up and saw Crystal walking in with her posse of mean girls.

Crystal had bullied Jade since middle school. It had slowed down in the last few years as they both got boyfriends and other things seemed more important, but when it came out that Jade was turning down Stanford to stay in Neezgai, Crystal had come after her again like a bat outta hell. Crystal hadn’t gotten into any colleges and seemed to want to make sure anyone that was sticking around town knew she was the top dog.

"If it isn't the bald freak." Crystal sneered. "Look girls, flatchest here is giving up on being a girl and trying out being a boy for a change. Hah!

Crystal's minions tittered obediently. Crystal always made fun of Jade's flat chest, but it wasn't like she had much more of her own. If Jade was a b-cup, Crystal probably wasn't much more than a c-cup. Though Crystal’s push-up bra and low-cut royal blue tank top certainly made the most of them. But she had everything else going for her. That long blonde hair. Those big blue eyes. That cute fake high pitched voice that belonged in a Japanese porno.

"We're closing Crystal, come back tomorrow."

"Oh just a bite, mosquito bites! Come on!"

Jade turned red, but knew it would just be easier to give Crystal what she wanted than to try to fight.

"Fine. What will you have?"

"Give me a double scoop mint chip on the bottom, and chocolate on the top."

Jade made up the cones for Crystal and her friends. As she was handing the last cone over, Crystal's hand shook and a big scoop of chocolate ice cream went "spalt" right in front of her.

"Ew! Bitch you did that on purpose."

"I- uh. Sorry Crystal. Let me get you another one."

"No! It’s all over my shoes. I want you to clean it up."

"Sure, let me get the mop."

"No freak. Get down here. And lick it up."

Jade looked at her stunned for a moment. But Crystal was serious. Jade knew she should tell Crystal to go fuck off, but she had never actually stood up to this girl before. Jade had conditioned herself to just submit. That was the easiest way to deal with her. Maybe if Niz had still been there, or if Jade hadn't had a big fight with her mom that morning, or if she wasn’t rattled to her core at the possibility of a skinwalker lurking outside ready to eat her, or something, but she just didn't have the energy to start a fight.

"Crystal, I-"

"Don't give me that shit. We are not leaving her till you clean up every drop. With your tongue."

Jade walked out from behind the counter awkwardly. She tried to rationalize. I just cleaned these floors, so it is probably fine. Jade tried hard to block out everything else, to push down the horrible embarrassment and just focus on the ice cream. She kneeled down and licked the ice cream. It wasn't that bad. Chocolate was chocolate.

"Oh my god! She actually did it! What a freak!" One of Crystal's minions tittered.

"Did you get it?" Another one asked.

"Yep." Crystal said smugly. "Now everyone will know what a freak you are, mosquito bites."

Jade looked up and saw Crystal filming her with her phone with its tacky pink bedazzled case. The shame welled up inside her like a tornado. Crystal had quite a following online, where she shamed all the "degenerates and sinners” in town by playing pranks or harassing anyone that wasn’t Christian enough on the streets. Everyone would soon see what a pathetic loser Jade was. Jade ran into the back room, tears streaming from her face and slammed the door.

Why was everything so hard? Why hadn't she just told Crystal off? Why did she have to be such a fuck-up? How did she always make everything worse?

Jade had the feeling of possible futures benign closed off, just like she did when her mom got sick. Suddenly she had gone from a promising Stanford freshman with endless possibilities to an obedient daughter who stayed home. But she had always harbored a hope that after a year or two if she got her associate’s she could reapply to Stanford and they would be impressed by how she “overcame adversity”. But now, even that path seemed to be being closed off. What admissions committee would take her with a disgusting video like that online?

She didn't know how long she hid in the storeroom crying but she didn't come out until long after the voices of Crystal and her groupies had faded away.

The first thing Jade did was lock the door to make sure no one else was a witness to her shame. Then she got out the mop and cleaned up the now-melted chocolate ice cream spilled on the floor.

She sat down at one of the small tables and stared blankly into space. She didn't dare look at her phone, in case Crystal had already posted the embarrassing video and tagged her in it. As she stared though something caught her eye. It was pink and glittery and sitting on the next table.

Crystal's phone! The bitch had forgotten it!

With a new surge of vigor Jade snatched up the phone and tried to access the camera app. but the device was locked. The face-id knew she wasn't beautiful, toxic Crystal. She looked at her own phone and checked all the socials. It looked like Crystal hadn't uploaded any videos today. Phew.

Maybe I should just throw the thing in the river. She thought. But Crystal probably had it backed up to the cloud. She would get the video back as soon as she got a new phone. The only way to get rid of it was to delete the video here and now. But how? Jade wasn’t a hacker and she certainly couldn’t guess Crystal’s password. She was so close, but a loser and a failure again.

Jade went to put her phone away in her purse, another surge of depression rising in her when she saw it.

The red vial.

The liquid could give her longer hair and bigger boobs. Could it make her look like Crystal? Enough to fool the face ID? It was worth a shot. Anything that went wrong would wear off by tomorrow.

She took a swig.

She waited for a moment. Nothing happened. Had it all been a dream? Had she really imagined it? She just wanted to look like Crystal, with those big eyes, flowing hair, and firm tits. Was that so much to ask?

Then as she imagined it, that feeling of burning desire rushed through her again. She wanted to make Crystal pay. To make her suffer. To get back at her for all those times Crystal had mocked and degraded her. As fury rose in her, so did an insatiable lust. She wanted Crystal in pain, and imagining doing it made her so horny it hurt.

As she imagined what she wanted she felt a tickling on the back of her neck and a surge in her bosom. Her tits tingled as they grew one size larger, and her shoulders became covered with long golden locks. The lust, the desire for revenge only grew stronger as her body changed... Was it a side effect of the potion, or was Crystal just that much hornier than she was?

She looked down at Crystal's phone. It unlocked.

With a wave of relief she opened the camera app and immediately deleted the horrible video. Then deleted it from the trash. Thank god. At least no one else would see her humiliation.

But instead of relief, her fear turned cold. To hatred. She didn’t just want to save herself, she wanted revenge. Her body burned for it. How could Crystal do that to her? To anyone? To so many people she played nasty mean pranks on? This girl was a monster. She had to be stopped. But what could Jade do? Sign her up for a bunch of annoying email listservs? Post a racist comment somewhere as Crystal? No, a girl like Crystal could always talk herself out of something like that. What would really get her?

Crystal was obsessed with her own purity. It was how she had first built a following online, talking about the right way to be a woman. She was a fanatical member of ChurchChrist, a far-right congregation that preached no kissing before marriage and said we should repeal women's right to vote. Crystal was leading her boyfriend Phil around by the nose, with no more than a hug for his troubles.

That was where to hit her, right in the chastity. Jade could post something salacious that would shame that puritanical bitch. But what would Crystal not be able to talk her way out of...

Jade looked down at her chest, then opened the camera app on the phone in selfie mode. Right now she looked exactly like Crystal. And she had her phone. She could post pictures of herself doing anything and everyone would think it was Crystal. But what could she do?

Eventually she decided on posing for some topless photos in the parking lot, fears of skinwalkers overcome by fear that someone would recognize the ice cream parlor in the background and track her down. She had to go quickly though, she was worried that Crystal would show up looking for her phone any minute.

As Jade slipped behind a car and un-clasped her now too-tight bra, she marveled at Crystal's full perky tits. They were far from huge, but certainly bigger than Jade's own. She found a street light at the back of the parking lot, and started posing as sexily as she knew how up against a car. Pursing her lips, cupping her tits, reaching down her panties and pretending to cum. Looking through the photos Jade felt a surge of jealousy. Why couldn't she be that hot in pictures? Every picture of her always ended up with her looking the wrong way, or making an ugly face.

Jade was about to hit "post" when she saw someone walking into the parking lot. She crouched behind a car. Fuck! A skinwalker! Jade’s whole body tensed in fear. She shivered in the crisp desert night and Crystal’s nipples got hard on her chest.

She gathered the courage to peek around the car and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Phil, Crystal's boyfriend. He looked around on the ground, as if he were searching for something. Then he held his phone up to his ear. What was he...

The phone in her hands started ringing loudly.

Shit! Crystal must have turned on “find my phone” and sent Phil after it. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. She covered her tits with a jacket and stepped out into the streetlight.

"Oh. You found it. I thought I was getting it?” Phil said.

Phil wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. By most metrics he wasn't even in the shed at all, but a rotted log sitting out in the forest. But what he lacked in processing power he made up for in horse power, the dude was jacked and at least 6 foot 6. He was wearing a tight fitting muscle tee and gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination.

Usually Jade wasn't drawn to the dumb and stupid, but she could feel a heat building in her abdomen, pressing down insistently between her thighs. Maybe Crystal's body was just automatically hot for guys like that.

"Oh yeah. Haha! Sorry." Jade tried to not look shocked as her voice came out in a perfect imitation of Crystal's nasally twitter. She leaned in and gave him a hug. Damn those muscles were rock solid. She nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the embrace of his strong arms. Pressing herself against him she felt his half-hard dick against her stomach.

At that moment she made a decision. It might not have been the smartest decision, and it certainly wasn't the good decision, but she wanted it so bad, her aching pussy was telling her there was no other option.

"Hey Phil, want to see something cool?"

"Uh. Sure."

She opened up her jacket and flashed Crystal's firm tits at him.

His pants reacted before his face did. The bulge doubled in size pressing against the seams of his sweatpants. She could almost see the veins through the fabric.

"But. Didn't you..." Phil trailed off as his penis told his mouth to not look a gift breast in the mouth.

"Don't worry about what I said before. Worry about what I am saying now. Drop your sweats and start filming." Jade said, handing him the phone.

Phil might have been slow, but there were few men Jade knew who would turn down a blowjob. Much less a blowjob from their stingy girlfriend who didn't believe in sex before marriage.

His pants were off before she finished talking. His dick was sticking straight out, its head throbbing.

She lay her jacket down on the ground, folded to cushion her knees and knelt in front of him as he fumbled with the camera app. Grasping his shaft, she couldn't believe she was about to give her first blowjob in someone else's body!

(There was some cynical part of her that did believe of course she would only be getting some if she looked like someone else, but that part was overwhelmed by the insatiable desire to stick that dick as far down her throat as it would go.)

She held firmly to the base and kissed the tip. Phil's entire body tensed in pleasure and he leaned back against a car.

"You filming?" She asked.

"Mmhm" Was all he could manage.

As she brought her hand slowly up the shaft, she extended her tongue to lick the tip gently. His cock pulsed larger and stiffer with each lick. Phil grasped at the car with one hand, while trying to keep the phone steady with the other.

She started bringing the tip of her tongue in circles around the head, tickling the underside of his cock gently with her fingers.

“Oh god… Please… Please…” Phil mumbled to himself, head thrown back, magnificent neck muscles straining, phone still pointed directly at his dick.

Lord, this felt so good. Having this control over a man. Being able to choose when he felt ecstasy. Getting to pick when and if he came. Feeling his rock hard dick against her fingers. She could feel herself start to get wet, the pleasure coursing through her legs making her ache all over for more.

As she brought the whole head of his dick into her mouth, circling the tip with her entire tongue now, she unbuttoned her shorts with her free hand, and slipped a finger into her panties. As soon as she touched her clit, such a wave of ecstasy washed over her that she couldn't help herself. She grabbed Phil's well'muscled ass and put his gigantic throbbing dick all the way down her throat.

As her fingers played lightly with her clit, she realized why it was so sensitive. This was Crystal's clit. The prude probably hadn't ever touched herself. Jade could feel it swelling at her touch, dripping sweet juices onto the pavement.

Phil's dick pressed the back of her throat and she almost choked, but pulled it out just in time. But then she dived back in, sucking his cock into and out of her mouth faster and faster. Her tongue pressed up against the soft underbelly of his penis, making him moan. Her hands were moving like lightning now, one stroking his shaft in time with her head, while the other pressed methodically into and out of Crystal's tight pussy.

She could feel her body tensing building, building to a climax as her toes curled and her thighs squeezed together. Jade let out a muffled moan as she orgasmed so hard she almost collapsed, her pussy squeezing and pulsing with pleasure.

"No... I'm gonna... I should't... We got to save ourselves..." Phil tried to protest, but Jade ignored him. She felt him try to pull out as his dick throbbed faster on the verge of cumming. She held his ass tight and shoved his dick all the way down her throat.

“UUUFF!” He cried as his resistance gave way.

She felt his cock stream cum down her throat, over and over again. The feel of his hot seed dripping into her mouth just extended her own orgasm. Her whole body tensed again and shook until she slowly released his member from her lips.

She gave it a goodbye kiss and it twitched.

While Phil was still in a daze, Jade quickly grabbed the phone from him, added the video to the photos and hit post. Sure it would get taken down, but not before half the town had downloaded it, and all her religious followers had left her for a hypocrite.. That should keep Crystal from terrorizing anyone for a while.

"I'm gonna go freshen up." She said. Leaving the phone with Phil, who wasn't in a state to question her. Jade snuck around the building, got into her car, and sped home.

Part I: Neezgai

Chapter 3: Just Desserts