The Jealous Bitch - Chapter Two

- by Alvo Torelli

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Two: In which a wish is granted, if not quite as expected.

Friday night brought many more dreams to the pretty head of Julieta Bosch - dark dreams. Dreams of Edgar Rudel laughing at her, beautiful little Georgene Petruso gossiping with a gang of high school girls who glanced over their shoulders and giggled as Julie tried to sneak past them. And the not-so-friendly face of Professor West, smiling at her with a macbre evil grin and terrifying glowing eyes. She dreamed that Edgar was with her, touching her in places she'd never let him touch - but then he was someone else, Dash, and then her brother, and she struggled with him but he kept touching her - and it felt so good. And then he was Edgar again, but Edgar older, much older, no, he was the Professor and his long bony fingers scraped across her delicate skin, touching her wetness!

Julie sat bolt upright in bed, clutching her covers. What a horrible dream! She felt ill and dizzy for a moment. Glancing at her alarm she saw that it was 7:27 a.m. She felt so very peculiar and tired, but she couldn't stand the idea of returning to the awful dreams, so she threw the covers off and forced herself out of bed.

"Why is my nightgown so loose?" Julie thought. She was stepping on the hem and the cuffs fell well below her wrists. She glanced into her full length mirror. "Aggghhhhh!" The girl looking back at her had long blonde curls cascading down around her shoulders. Her huge blue eyes stared back at Julie in shock. Her thick red lips suddenly cut off a scream. "Oh my god," Julie whispered to herself and the girl in the mirror whispered the words right along with her.

Julieta Bosch was looking into the eyes of Georgene Petruso. Julie was Georgene, or rather Julie had Georgene's body! She nearly fainted. She sat heavily on the edge of her bed. It was the wish - it had to be the wish, what else could it be? Julie fought down panic. She had to get a grip on herself. What was she going to do? She wanted to scream again.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal and her head stopped throbbing. "You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out," she heard the old professor saying in her mind and she recalled the whole conversation. He was real, not a dream, and he had really granted her wish. But she had to figure out how to do the rest herself. It was obvious! For the next 24 hours she was Georgene, not Julie. She could do anything she wanted and everyone would think she was Georgene - it was perfect. It was genius! Julie laughed out loud and she knew exactly what she was going to do - go see Edgar, go see him as Georgene, not Julie.

But first there was something else to do, something her curiosity couldn't resist. She stood, facing away from her mirror and pulled the nightgown over her head, tossing it on her bed. Before looking at herself again, she also stripped off the pink lacy bikini underpants she so enjoyed wearing. Turning back to the mirror she stared at the naked little girl who stared back at her. Her skin was so milky white, without a hint of tan and the small aureolas surrounding her tiny nipples were a pale pink. Julie's own small firm breasts were gone, replaced by a chest that was just budding out, hinting of the ample bosoms that would appear some day soon. Julie moved her small hands over the flat chest and marveled at how sensitive the tiny buds and nipples were.

Suddenly Julie had an idea. She tore herself from the mirror and rummaged in a dresser drawer, pulling out her digital camera. Looking back into the mirror she smiled a pretty smile, struck a provocative pose and took a picture of the naked body in the mirror. The naked body of Georgene Petruso. An evil little smile flitted across her face, a smile that looked incongruous on Georgene's innocent features.

Julie used one hand to take pictures and one hand to explore the young body. She pulled a chair up to the mirror and sat down, spreading her legs to expose Georgene's hairless young pussy to her camera. It was strange to see and feel the hairless skin just above the tiny slit. Her own pussy hair was thin, silky and black, but she was used to seeing it there. Georgene's pussy was completely hairless and so tiny - her mons pubis was swollen and hid the inner pussy lips until Julie parted them to expose the pinkness within. The camera caught every angle of the gorgeous little cunny.

It was such a strange feeling, to be exploring and fingering someone else's little pussy, to feel it and know that it was not hers. It was exciting. Julie felt like she was violating the other little girl, almost like she was raping her, and the idea sent shivers down her spine. It was so much better than when she touched herself. The pussy was pulsating and tingling madly. Julie rubbed it harder and faster, pushing her fingers inside until she could feel the other girl's hymen. She played with the little clitoris, pinching it and rubbing all around it. Julie moaned out loud and then bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. The camera clicked and clicked. Then the shivers overtook her body and she threw back her head, crying out softly. She dropped the camera and clutched at the tiny nipples on her chest as she kept abusing and finger-raping Georgene's tiny cunt, on and on.

Eventually the orgasm died away and Julie sat panting on the chair, staring into the huge blue eyes of the girl she hated so much. She pursed the large blood-red lips, batted the other girl's long lashes and tossed the golden curls over one shoulder. "Your ass is mine, bitch," she whispered at the reflection. "I'll teach you to try to steal my boy."

It was nearly nine o'clock and Julie realized she'd better get down to business. She had a lot to do and several obstacles to overcome. First there was the problem of clothes. Nothing in her closet was going to fit the smaller body of Georgene. Besides, all her clothes were designer whereas Georgene wore hand-me-downs. The solution to that problem came to her when she realized that her ten-year old sister had the same school uniform Georegene was wearing the day before. Fortunately, her sister slept like a rock until at least 10 am every Saturday morning, so sneaking into her room and lifting one of the uniforms from her closet was only a little bit chancy.

Julie admired the young body in the mirror again as soon as she'd dressed in her sister's clothes. "Perfect," she thought to herself. The girl in the mirror was wearing a school uniform that was two sizes too small. The simple pleated skirt was far too short and forced to ride up on her hips, making it even shorter. The thin cotton blouse stretched tight across her braless chest and Georgene's hard little nipples pressed against the fabric, leaving clear protrusions. Julie had taken the time to add eye-shadow, blush and even some lipstick to the little girl's face. She finished the look off with white knee-high stockings and a pair of her own shiny black high-heels that were only slightly too large. The girl looking back at Julie in the mirror looked like a total slut - an innocent young girl trying hard to look like a sexy older woman, a whore. It was the perfect outfit for testing Edgar - a hot young girl who clearly wanted it bad. Julie smiled and winked at Georgene.

It wasn't hard to get out of the house without running into anyone. Terri was always up and gone by now and her parents and sister all slept late. Julie left a note saying she was out for the day and wouldn't be home for supper. She wrapped a long coat around her outrageous outfit, pulling the hood over her head for good measure, and headed out for her rendezvous with Edgar Rudel.

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