Gen and Kate were led into surprisingly large changing rooms.
Genevieve turned on her.
To Kate's utter surprise she was being aggressed upon. Genevieve was the taller girl, not by much, but the size difference was enough to leave Kate staring up at Gen with wide buggy eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Sssh"
Genevieve was so close! But there was clearly a world of difference between lust and whatever Gen was doing-
"What?"
"Sshh. I'm listening."
Then she pulled back and shouted, with a finger into the ceiling.
"It's literally a crime girls!"
Her head tilted up, then Gen put a finger to Kate's lips with cold efficiency but then sighed rather dramatically, her shoulders dropping.
"These bitches think they're so funny. Go private."
Kate didn't move, appalled at the dark eyed version of the same cool girl she'd been looking at for half a day. Gen sat and pulled from her cleavage a thin stick-like a stylus she took a deep puff from the end, the end facing Kate glowed and breathed out a thin line of smoke.
"Kaitlyn. Please. I am asking you nicely to go private" Gen said.
Kate sat at the bench on the opposite wall and nodded.
Private mode activated.
"We have a massive issue" Gen continued.
"What?"
"You."
"What?"
The word gaining a whole new meaning. Gen took a long deep pull and let the white smoke filled the room.
"You want some? I got girl cooties though." She said with a smirk.
"What's with this transformation?" Kate asked already reaching out and collecting the stylus.
It had Gen's girl juices on it. Kate made a show of taking a long deep breath. That breath filled her with a hot mint tea with no milk, the caffeine taste was there. There was a hint of the medical in it too.
Pain killer neurons activated.
What?
"You like that?" Gen asked.
Genevieve stood and pulled down her pants, underwear and all dropping to her ankles. Kate stared at the lacy blackness just over the pants. Kate had to stare at it to not look up. The whole act had been so shocking as, again, there was not a single thing sensual about any of it. At that point it was starting to feel like an insult. But the show wasn't over as Gen bent blinding Kate in pale white. Distracting herself did not work. Kate shut her eyes then opened them wide, looking onto what she was seeing.
There was a purple mark with a white bandage and that looked like electric wiring sticking out.
She pulled her pants up.
"Did Tiff tell you about the tree branch in her gut?"
"Y-yeah," Kate stammered out. "Tiff said she passed up a surgery in order to go to some event."
"Yeah, she needs those points."
"Points?"
"Exactly." Gen said. Which just left Kate exasperated. "The whole idea is to show you tonight. To welcome you. And… I don't think you should go. Now's your best time to flee. Because you'll feel the pressure to keep going even after you start fully behind. But I've been looking at the comments, before Edna deleted them."
Kate's heart had been tossed into some kind of tumble dryer, battered around by Gen's words. It had been rested back on its perch with a cast and neck brace.
"You have no self-esteem, no boldness, no fitness and I hate saying this because I can see the potential and I can see where I'm wrong. But you don't have the looks either."
Gen pressed her advantage, physically closing in, getting closer, cupping Kate's cheeks in her hands. The dark eyed monster had changed, suddenly so sincere and soft eyed, like she was moments away from weeping for Kate. She was the one saying the crazy shit!