From Geek to Glamour [Nerdy Guy to Popular Girl TG]

Two nerdy college guys plot revenge on the jocks who constantly ridicule them. Using their chemistry skills, they create a potion to turn the star quarterback into a ditsy, Asian cheerleader. But when the plan backfires, one of the nerds ends up transformed instead. With a new perspective, she starts to see the jocks in a whole new light...

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Gavin was one of those guys who never really stood a chance. Short, skinny and palid, he was in the shallow end of the gene pool for sure. That, paired with the fact that his parents decided to name him Gavin of all things, meant his status as ‘nerd’ was practically guaranteed. Harrison wasn't much better; a little taller, with wild black hair, he wasn’t much of a looker either, but fortunately, they’d found each other freshman year of high school and clung to one another ever since. They might not have had friends or girls, but at least they had each other. At least, that’s what Harrison always told him. 

“Without me,” he would say, “you’d be all on your own.”

It was probably true, so Gavin never questioned it. The two of them managed to survive high school, both holding out for college. College was where smarts were respected; once they got there, they’d be invited to parties and have plenty of peers, plus, the girls there would actually be into guys with smarts. That’s what they always thought. 

So when the first year came and passed without so much as a casual invite ot get coffee from one of their classmates, Harrison started to stew and Gavin could tell something was close to snapping. 

“Look at them.” Harrison sneered as they sat on the corner of a bench at a football game. “Idiots.”

He pointed to the footballs standing on the sidelines, waiting for the game to commence. Tall, handsome and charming, they flirted with the cheerleaders and girls sitting in the front row. Gavin felt jealously boil in his stomach. One of the blonde beauties turned and waved to them and he got halfway through raising his hand to return the gesture before Harrison stopped him. 

“Don’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ugh, Gavin, you’re so naive. She’s making fun of you.”

“By waving?”

The group burst into laughter, and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“See, they are all laughing at us now, for daring to think beautiful people like them would ever want us around.”

“Are you sure? Maybe somebody just told a joke.”

“No way, they’re laughing at us, they always are.” Harrison hissed through his teeth. “Jock is the worst. I mean, his parents even named him ‘Jock’! Meatheads having meathead babies, I suppose.”

Jock was the colleges nepo baby, as Harrison put it, handsome, rich and dumb as rocks. He’d officially gotten in on a football scholarship, but Harrison said it was an open secret that his parents must have bribed his way in. 

“Hey!” Jock called, “You guys are always sitting alone! What’s up with that?”

One of the other footballers smacked him on the shoulder, and Harrison balled his hands into fists. 

“Ass.”

He stormed off, and Gavin stood to follow, but as he looked over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but notice Jock blushing.

“He looks embarrassed, maybe he didn’t mean-”

“Of course he did, assholes like that are all arrogant douchbags. He’s probably never felt ashamed in his life.”

“Oh, okay.”

Harrison clamped a hand on Gavin’s thin shoulder.

“Thank God you have me around. You’d be eaten alive by guys like that if it weren’t for me.”

~

It was the middle of their second year, after watching Revenge of the Nerds one too many times,  that Harrison fully snapped. He was a chemistry major and started experimenting in his spare time on something he called ‘his masterplan’. When eh finally produced the little phial of liquid Gavin wasn't sure what to think. 

“We sneak into the latest part at Jock’s frat,” he explained, slip this into his beer and boom, instant bimbo.”

“Huh? This is going to turn Jock into a girl?”

“A horny one.” Harrison said gleefully, “And I, uh, I mean we, will be her only hope to change back. She’ll have to spend time with us and then, since she’s so horny, we’ll finally loose our virginity! And put Jock in his place, it’s a win-win scenario.”

“I dunno…”

“Come on, man. Assholes like Jock deserve it. Once everybody sees what we can do, nobody will laugh at us again!”

Gavin felt guilt twist in his stomach, but Harrison held fast to his arm.

“Come on, haven’t I helped you out all these years? I’m your best friend. Do this for me?”

“...Okay.”

Even so, Gavin felt strange as he snuck into the back of the frat house, phial in hand, while Harrison watched from the bushes. 

Inside, he was greeted with everything movies had told him college was: loud music, drinking, dancing and at least three couples hard-core making out. He swallowed; he felt so out of place here. With trembling hands Gavin served out some punch into a red plastic cup and added the liquid from the phial. It fizzed for a moment, then stilled. Curiously he sniffed the drink; it smelled totally normal. 

“Hey!”

Gavin spun around to come face to face with nonother than Jock himself. And he was smiling. Gavin could hear his heart beating in his ears: Harrison had warned him what would happen if he got caught: nerds were never allowed at big parties. He was about to get the shit beaten out of him for sure. 

“I’ve seen you ‘round.” Jock grinned, “you and that scowly guy are friends, right?”

“His name is Harrison…”

Jock slapped himself in the forehead.

“Oh right, sorry, I’m so bad with names. What’s yours?”

“G-Gavin?”

“Sweet, glad you could make it!”

“You…are?”

“Yeah! You guys always look so sad by yourselves!” Jock grinned and slapped Gavin on the back hard enough the wind was knocked from his lungs. “Oh shit, sorry, did that hurt? I dunno my own strength sometimes.”

He threw back his head and laughed; was this guy for real?

“Oh! Do you like the punch?” Jock asked, looking proud. “I made it myself.”

“Um, yeah!” Gavin took a sip without thinking; he was still floored by this entire conversation. Jock seemed so…nice. Genuine nice, he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop but the longer they talked, the more obvious it became that Jock didn't have a mean bone in his body. He honestly seemed too stupid to be manipulative. It was only when Gavin lifted the cup to his lips and found it empty that he realised just how badly he’d fucked up. 

“Hey, you okay? You’ve gone sort of white…”

“Uh, maybe I drank too much, gotta go!”

“Hey, Garry, wait!”

Gavin didn't stop, though. His stomach was rumbling, and his skin was starting to feel tingly. He had to admit, that part of him doubted Harrison’s drug would work, but by the time he stumbled down the back steps, he already had proof that it did. 

His shoes flew off as his feet shrunk, and he almost fell face-first onto the ground. In his panic, he headed straight for the bushes; he could feel his chest becoming more sensitive and his pants getting tighter around the waistband as his hips stretched. Any second now, he was going to become a slutty woman, and there was nothing he could do to stop it!

Gavin dove into the bushes, bracing himself for the slam into hard ground. Instead he saw a flash of blue, and suddenly he was underwater. He’d jumped right through the bush separating the frat house from the sorority next door and fallen right into their pool. Disoriented, he struggled to the surface, breaking the water only to get a face full of long blonde hair. He pulled his new locks away from his face with his now soft and dexterous fingers just in time to see a concerned-looking woman swim up to him. 

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Why did you jump through there?”

“Um, I…I…” 

Gavin had never been great at talking to women and now his voice sounded so strange, so feminine. 

“You poor thing, let’s get you some dry clothes.” The woman wrapped a hand around his shoulder and guided him to the pool stairs. “I’m Maria, what’s your name?”

“Um…Gabby?”

“Okay, Gabby, did one of the boys next door do something to bother you? Is that why you dove through the bushes? Cause we’ll all go over there and beat their asses if they did!”
 “No, nothing like that! I just…too much to drink?”

They reached the stairs, and as he slowly climbed them, Gavin felt hyper-aware of all the new changes in his body. Without the water to support them, he felt his new breasts sit against his chest and the weight of his ass. His hips had a natural sway to their gait, and his legs felt utterly smooth. It felt like a crime to hide such a beautiful body under soaked cargo pants and a hoodie. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” another girl said, taking him by the arm.

Gavin felt his heart race. Was this a joke? Would they all start laughing at him the moment they were out of sight? That's what sorority girls were like, at least...that's what Harrison always said. These were supposed to be the bitchy mean girls. They led him into the house, where another girl wrapped a towel around his shivering shoulders.

“We’ve got a shower upstairs,” Maria said. “You’ll feel better after you get cleaned up.”

Gavin nodded numbly, his mind still spinning. As they showed her to the bathroom, the girls chatted with him as though she were just another guest at the party. It felt surreal. It must be because he looked like this. He was sure they would be teasing him mercilessly if he'd fallen through their fence in his normal body. 

The bathroom was twice the size of the one in his and Harrison’s little dorm room and it smelt of roses. Slowly, Gavin peeled the wet clothes off to reveal the new body beneath. His skin was smooth and creamy, his breasts were large, but still perky and natural looking, with deep pink nipples and his waist cinched to form a perfect hourglass figure. It felt almost taboo to step under the steamy water and feel it flow over his new body, rivulets running down his ass cheeks and over the soft mound of hair between his legs. The steam made his skin heat, and for a moment, he was tempted to reach between his legs and explore, but he ignored the urge; what if one of the girls walked in and saw?

The idea made him shudder, so he quickly jumped out and did his best to ignore how nice the soft towel felt as it rubbed all over his wet body. 

He wrapped the towel around himself like he'd seen so many women do in films and poked his head out. Maria handed him a set of spare clothes. Gavin looked down at the outfit—a soft pink mini dress with delicate straps and a pair of nude heels. 

“I’ll let you get changed,” Maria said, leaving him alone to fit the tight dress on his new body. 

 It clung in all the right places, flattering her body in a way she hadn’t imagined possible. He glanced at her reflection in the mirror and was surprised by how happy the woman staring back at him looked. Her hair, though still damp, framed her face in soft waves, she had delicate curves, not too big or too small, and pouty pink lips. Gavin knew it was wrong but it made him feel...cute. 

He tugged at the hem nervously as Maria returned. 

“You look amazing!” she exclaimed. "You should come downstairs and show everybody!"

Gavin’s cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and gratitude. He had never experienced this sort of kindness and encouragement. The music was still pounding from downstairs, and soon enough, one of the girls pulled her onto the dance floor. 

“Come on,” she said, grinning. “Let’s show you how to dance!”

Gavin hesitated, his heart racing again. He really should report back to Harrison, but the idea of spending more time with all these beautiful women was too tempting. They were all so welcoming and so patient. 

Step by step, they taught him the moves, laughing and cheering each time he got something right. At first, he was nervous, but with each song, she grew more comfortable, letting the rhythm take over. This new body was so easy to move in; all it took was a thrust of the hips and roll of the shoulders. He could feel his new breasts bouncing slightly with each jump and twist, and it set a small ember of something burning low down in his stomach. 

It was only when girls started peeling off to head to bed he realised the time. The realisation that he’d spent the night dancing and drinking with a bunch of sorority girls, and even used their shower was incredible. It was the sort of thing that had always been outside his reach before. And yet, it had been so easy in this body. Or maybe it was because he’d started to relax for once. 

“Do you feel okay to walk back to your dorm?” maria asked, “you can always crash on the couch.”

Oh shit. The dorm. Harrison was probably waiting. 

“No, I’m fine! I didn’t realise how late it had gotten! Thank you so much!”

“No problem, you’re loads of fun Gabby, you should pledge next semester!”

The idea of pledging to a sorority had his cheeks burning but luckily, Maria didn't seem to notice. He hurried down the street as quick as his heels would let him; still marvelling at how even walking in this body felt different. He was almost hypnotised by the way he could feel his breasts bouncing, up and down, up and down. 

“Ow!”

Gavin was so distracted he didn't even realise somebody was in his way till he’d walked right into them and fallen on his ass. Luckily, it was well cushioned now. 

“Oh man, sorry ‘bout that!” 

A warm hand appeared in front of his face, and Gavin took it. The moment the fingers closed around his, he felt a spark ignite. That warm ember of arousal that had started when he was dancing fanned into a hot flame as he came face to face with Jock. 

Suddenly, he could see the appeal in a chiselled jawline and wide, strong shoulders. It wasn’t just that, though; it was his eyes. They were wide and almost innocent looking, full of genuine concern despite the fact Jock was clearly drunk. 

“It’s fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Oh, good!” He chuckled, then immediately looked flustered. “Not that…sorry, I just mean that I get so clumsy when I drink, heh. I am glad it wasn’t my fault.”

Gavin‘s mouth was dry; he had no idea how to continue this conversation. The last time he’d been so instantly turned on was back when he was a horny teenager. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Jock asked, “you didn't hit ya head or something, did you?”

Gavin shook his head vigorously before choking out. 

“It’snothinggottogo!”

The word vomit came out so quickly it would be a miracle if Jock even understood it, but Gavin didn't stick around to find out. He ran as fast as he could, wobbling in his heels, back to his dorm room. His long blonde hair streaked behind him, but the cold night air didn't do anything to cool his desire. 

Trying his best to ignore the burning need between his legs, he knocked on the door to his own dorm. The key was back in his hoodie at the sorority house. The door opened, and Harrison stood there. He seemed shocked at first, but then a cold, almost cruel smile spread across his face as he looked Gavin up and down. There was something creepy about that look. It sent a shiver down Gavin’s spine and instantly cooled his libido.

“Jock, I assume?” Harrison grinned, “Come on in, I believe we have a deal to hammer out.”

“No, it’s me.”

Harrison blinked.

“Gavin. I…I drank it by mistake.”

Harrison’s jaw dropped, and his mouth opened and closed a few times before finally speaking.

“Are you serious!? How did you manage to fuck up that bad?”

“Look, can I just come inside? I’m tired, and my feet hurt.”

“I bet. Why are you wearing heels?”

“The sorority girls gave them to me after I fell in their pool.”

“Fell in their-? Okay, come inside and tell me everything.”

Gavin tried; it felt weird sitting on his old bed dressed like this, and telling the story proved difficult. Harrison seemed more interested in the details of what the sorority women’s bathroom was like than anything that had happened to Gavin. 

“You didn’t even try to sneak a pair of panties?”

“What? No! They were being nice, I wasn't about to steal from them! Jock was nice, too, I think maybe you were wrong about him.”
 “He was only nice because you have a great set of tits now.” Harrison rolled his eyes.

Gavin opened his mouth to try and explain hat Jock had been nice before he’d even drunk the potion, but he didn't get the chance. Harrison’s hand was on his leg, and he had that same smile on his face.

“Look, this isn’t what we planned, but we can make the best of it.”

“What do you mean? 

“Come on, I know you’re horny right now; why don't we test your body out?”

“Uh, no thanks. It’s been a big night, and I think I’d rather just go to sleep.”

Harrison looked like he’d been slapped.

“But…I designed that formula to make you my dream girl and super horny. You should be all over me.”

“I mean, just cause I am horny and a woman doesn’t mean I will sleep with just anybody.” Gavin squirmed uncomfortably. 

He thought about how kind Jock’s eyes had been; he was starting to realise that maybe his good looks weren’t the only thing that made him popular. Maybe he was just a nice guy, a real one, not like Harrison, who was currently fuming. 

“Come on, I am not asking much. We’re both virgins, it’ll be romantic and shit.”

“I said no, and I am going,” Gavin said, standing up quickly. “You’re acting like a creep.”

“I’m acting like I always do!”

“Yeah…maybe that’s been the problem all along,” Gavin muttered. How could he have been so blind? Harrison cursed under his breath.

“Women like it when you’re forward, at least that’s what they all say, lying bitches…” 

Gavin pressed his lips together. Standing up to people had never been his strong suit, but tonight, he’d gotten a taste of what feeling free was like. He took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder while holding open the door. 

“Did you ever think maybe you’re the problem?” He said, “Instead of blaming everybody else?”

Harrison just sneered.

“Fuck you, if you think I am changing you back, you can forget it.”

Gavin shook his head in disappointment and headed off into the night. He wasn’t concerned about finding a place to sleep. Something told him the sorority would be more than willing to let him stay. 

~

“So you’re like…a guy?” Maria said, mouth agape.

Gavin had been right about the sorority taking him in. He slept the rest of the night away on their couch, with some difficulty, sleeping on his stomach wasn't an option anymore for obvious reasons. They had all made breakfast together and were sitting ont he floor, half the women nursing hang overs when he decided to tell them the truth. 

“Sorry if that makes using your bathroom weird and boring the clothes.” Gavin blushed, “But I didn't think you’d believe me and, well…”

“Everybody was drunk. Good call.” Maria nodded. “I still can’t believe how awfully Harrison treated you when you went back! Threatening not to make you a cure? Asshole move.”

“Yeah…maybe I was a bit short with him…”

Maria shook her head. 

“He’s always given me creep vibes, honestly. He’s always staring, and if you so much as smile at him, he acts like you slapped him.”

“He said you were making fun of us…” Gavin squirmed, and the women rolled their eyes.

“This isn't high school.” One of them replied, “When adults are nice, they usually mean it. Besides, we try to be welcoming; Jock invites all the freshmen to his frat house parties. If you guys had come, you would have seen that.”

Gavin felt his cheeks starting to heat with embarrassment. 

“Harrison said it was a prank…”

“That guy has such a martyr complex.” Maria said with a sigh, “No matter, you have us now, we’ll all be your friends, girl or guy.”

“Really?”
 “Hell yeah, and you can stay here since I don’t think your dorm room is going to be a very welcoming place.”

Gavin felt tears stinging his eyes; this was more than he could have hoped for. A voice in his mind that sounded suspiciously like Harrison told him it was a trick. There was no way all these beautiful women really wanted to be his friend. Gavin ignored it, for once, he went with his own instincts. 

The next few days were a wonderful, slightly overwhelming blur. The sorority sisters set him up in one of their shared bedrooms and even donated a few of their old clothes to give him a full wardrobe. They taught Gavin how to walk in heels, brush and manage his long blonde hair, and apply makeup.

“This is so fun!” One of them grinned, “It’s like having a little sister!”

It took some convincing to get his academic records set straight, and surprisingly, the Dean wanted to sweep everything under the rug. It had made Maria’s blood boil to know Harrison wasn’t going to be punished, but since Gavin had ‘willingly’ drunk the formula, the Dean said it wasn’t a problem. 

He attended his usual classes and, for the first time, saw from the outside just how creepy Harrison looked, sitting in his usual corner. No wonder Jock called him ‘the scowly guy’, Harrison looked like he was constantly sucking on lemons. However, it probably didn't help that Gavin was suddenly becoming popular. 

Of course, people were checking him out, his new body was sexy as, but to his surprise, it wasn't just physical. When he started talking about advanced mathematics, he expected his eyes to glaze over, but to his surprise, most people kept listening. 

“I thought people hated nerdy stuff like this,” he admitted as he walked arm in-arm with Maria. 

“You’re at an Ivy University, half of us are taking advanced mathematics along with you!” She laughed. “Smart guys with no social skills like to think girls don't want to be around them because of their interests, really, it’s just caused they are assholes.”

“Yeah, I am starting to see that.”

“Oh look, there’s Jock!” Maria said, waving.

Gavin followed her eyeline to where several footballs were tossing a ball back and forth between them. Jock turned and waved, only to immediately take a football to the face. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Gavin cried.

“Oh yeah…totally.” He grinned goofily. “Hey, I didn't know we had a set of twins going here.”

“Maybe we should take you to the campus medical centre.”

“Oh, I go there all the time, I can lead the way!” Jock said happily, getting to his feet and swaying slightly. 

Without thinking, Gavin reached out to offer him an arm in support and almost got dragged down with him. Jock managed to right his footing, but not before Gavin was pulled in close to him. His new breasts pressed into Jock’s chest and the arousal that had been a near constant companion the last few weeks flared. 

“Maybe you should get your temperature taken when we go.” Jock said, “You’re kinda red.”

“M-Maybe…”

Gavin watched as Maria’s eyes slid between them for a moment, and she got a funny look on her face.

“Oh shoot! I forgot, I promised to meet Stacey to help her with her science paper, Gavin, do you think you could take Jock to the medical centre?”

She didn't give him a chance to answer; she was already moving, giving them both a wave and then a thumbs up. Gavin just stared at her as she went and Jock straightened up. 

“Never heard of a girl named Gavin before.” He said as they started walking. 

Gavin searched his face for any malice but found nothing but wide, innocent eyes blinking down at him. 

“Well, I’m not really a woman-”

“Oh shoot! You trans? My bad, man.”

Gavin was slightly taken aback by how quickly Jock accepted it but shook his head.

“No, I’m not trans. I drank this formula, and it sort of turned me into a girl.”

“Oh…wow, that’s neat!”

“You believe me? Just like that?”

“Why would you lie?”

Gavin laughed nervously and tried to ignore the way his body was responding to Jock as they walked side by side. By the time they reached the medical centre he’d told Jock the whole story, including the fact that the formula was meant for him.

“So yeah, I get it you’re mad. But if it makes you feel any better, I guess karma got me before I could give it to you.” Gavin finished awkwardly. 

Jocks brow furrowed.

“I’m not happy if you’re unhappy. In the end, you didn't go through with it, so I don’t see any reason to be mad. Besides, it seems like it was that other guy's idea.”

“You’re…weirdly chill about this.”

“Thanks!” Jock beamed. “Anyway, I should probably go get the noggin’ checked, but you should swing by the frat house next Saturday; we’re having another party!”

“You’re really going to invite me?”

“Why not?” Jock grinned, “Now that you know I’m not a bad guy, we can be friends!”

Gavin’s stomach churned, and he felt his nipples starting to stiffen under his shirt.

“Yeah…friends.”

~

It was strange how easily a new normal formed. Maybe it was all the support and friends he had now, or maybe it was nice not to have the constant negativity Harrison brought with him. Either way, Gavin could feel himself changing. He started going by Gabby more and more, and then, one morning, as he was getting dressed and adjusting his bra, he looked over into the mirror and realised something.

He wasn’t a ‘he’ at all anymore.

She felt better, even if it was just internal at first. Thinking of herself as a woman felt easy, even freeing. That was probably for the best since she could never change back anyway. 

Gabby walked to class with a spring in her step. Life was really looking up, the party at Jock’s frat house was tomorrow and she was actually excited. Even if she still had no idea what to do at a college party, if Maria and the girls were there, she was sure she’d be fine. 

“There you are.”

The voice sent a shiver down her spine, and not in a good way.

“Harrison.”

He was leaning against the wall a few doors down from the lecture hall. His greasy hair fell over his fringe and Gabby couldn’t help but cringe, quietly adding ‘never takes pride in his appearance’ to the long list of actual reasons he couldn’t get a date. 

“I’ve been waiting,” Harrison said cooly. “Are you done yet?”

“Done?”

“Look, I know you must be miserable and whatever pride is keeping you from crawling back…get over it. I’ll fix you up, and things can go back to normal.” Harrison said, “I’ll whip up more of that formula, and we can get Jock properly, and another asshole for good measure, then we can each have a hot babe for ourselves.”

Gavin stared in awe at the sheer arrogance in front of him. Harrison really had no idea, did he?

“You’re such a creep; you know that, right?”

“What?”

“Firstly, Jock is super nice, so are most of the people you claim are looking down on us, secondly even if you did turn Jock into a woman, he wouldn’t be interested in you. Just like I’m not interested in you.”

Gabby flicked her hair dramatically over her shoulder and walked past to class.

“Wh-hey! Get back here! You’re my dream girl! You’re supposed to be obsessed with me!”

Gabby didn’t respond, she left him in the dust just like she should have done years ago. When she walked into class Maria was already there and she smiled as she sat down. Harrison didn't come to class that day or the day after. Only later would she learn he decided to move colleges for a fresh start. Gabby could only hope that a fresh start involved a little self-reflection; but she wasn’t holding her breath. 

~

The music thrummed through the crowded frat house, a bass-heavy beat that vibrated in Gabby’s chest as she swayed to the rhythm. She clutched her plastic cup of cheap vodka and soda, her fingers trembling slightly. It still felt strange being here instead of lying on her bed listening to the music from afar. She giggled and watched as Jock won yet another round of beer pong and slammed back his remaining cups regardless, grinning like a loon. The man was like a golden retriever in human form; how Harrison had even assumed he had a mean bone in his body was a mystery.

“Hey!” Jock grinned, “Did you want to come dance with me?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, why not! Maria was saying how your first night as a woman, you tore up the dance floor!”

“That might be a bit of an exaggeration.” She flushed.

“Nah, come on, everybody’s drunk, all ya gotta do is flail around a bit, feels fun.” He wiggled his arms from side to side and Gabby snorted. “See? Fun, come on!”

His big hands rested on her hips, and he gently guided her movements as they danced. 

“You’re a great dancer,” he shouted over the music, his voice deep and warm. 

His smile was blinding, his dimples creasing his cheeks as he pulled her closer. Gabby felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. She laughed, nervous and giddy, her drink sloshing over the rim of her cup. 

The song changed, something slower and more intimate, and Jock pulled her closer still. His chest pressed against hers, his hands sliding up her back, and Gabby felt her breath hitch. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. His eyes were a deep blue, warm and inviting, and she felt herself drowning in them.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” he murmured, his lips curving into that dumb, perfect smile. 

Gabby’s heart skipped a beat. 

“T-thanks, you don’t think it’s weird that I was…you know?”

“A guy?” Jock said with zero shame, “nah, hot is hot. Girl, guy, why limit yourself? What’s on the inside is more important anyway, but…I won’t lie, it’s nice to have somebody pretty to look at.”

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” Gabby tried awkwardly. 

Jock laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made her stomach flip. 

“Not so bad, huh? I’ll take it.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, and Gabby’s knees threatened to give out. 

His kiss was gentle, his lips soft, and she felt a rush of heat spread through her body. This was it. This was her first kiss. With Jock. When he pulled back, he smiled, his thumb brushing her cheek.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, his voice low. 

Her mouth was dry, but she nodded, barely able to speak, and he took her hand, leading her through the crowded party and up the stairs towards the bedrooms. With each step up the staircase, Gabby could feel her arousal growing; it was bound to reach a breaking point some time and she’d been teasing herself without release for days. Still, she knew where this was going and she was conflicted. She’d never had sex before, as a man or woman. 

Gabby’s nerves spiked as he closed the door behind them, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. They were alone. Just the two of them. She quickly wiped her sweaty palms against her dress and swallowed to try and get rid of the dryness in her mouth. 

Jock turned to her, his eyes intense, and pulled her into another kiss. This one was deeper, hungrier, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her against him. Gabby felt her body respond; heat bloomed between her legs, and for a moment, she froze. She’d never done this before. Her body seemed to know what to do, though; her hands tangled in his hair and her lips moving against his. She’d never felt anything like this—the heat, the electricity, the overwhelming desire. 

It all felt so good; and she wanted to keep going. But as his hands moved lower, sliding down to her hips, Gabby’s panic spiked. She pulled back, her cheeks burning, her heart racing. 

“Jock,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I… I need to tell you something.”

“I already told ya I don’t care about the whole guy thing.” he muttered, “I like you.”

Gabby took a deep breath, her hands twisting together. 

“I’m… I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, cheeks burning.

 She braced herself for his reaction, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Jock’s hand cupped her chin.

“Hey,” he said gently, “that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She blinked, confusion mixing with her embarrassment. 

“It isn’t?”

“I’m glad you told me, I’ll make this special for you.”

Gabby’s heart swelled, a mix of relief and something sweeter, something she couldn’t quite name. She’d expected him to laugh, to walk away and to think she was a joke. But she realised that was just Harrison talking. Jock, sweet, dumb, perfect Jock, was treating her like she was the most important person in the world. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her face, and kissed her again, slow and tender. 

“Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Gabby hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“I want this. With you.”

He smiled and pulled her closer, his hands tracing the curves of her body like he was memorising every inch. He kissed her neck her collarbone, his lips were almost reverent, and Gabby felt her breath catch in her throat.

His hands moved to the hem of her dress, and Gabby’s heart raced as he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. She stood there in her bra, her cheeks flaming, but Jock didn’t make her feel self-conscious. 

He unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes traced the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples, and Gabby gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She had been wondering how that would feel, nothing could have prepared her. Her hands gripped his hips, pressing her panties to his jeans. 

“Fuck, Gabby,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You’re perfect.”

He kissed her again, his hands moving down her body, sliding over those panties, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Gabby felt her desire building, a heat coiling low in her belly, and she pressed herself against him harder, her hands sliding under his shirt, tracing the muscles of his chest.

He smiled and stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head. His body was exactly as perfect as they said: broad shoulders, chiselled abs, every inch of him sculpted and perfect. Gabby felt her breath catch in her throat as he slid her panties down,  and she tried to do the same to him. Her fingers trembled, and he finished undressing himself before leading her gently over to the bed. 

She lay down, her heart pounding, her nerves mingling with her desire, and Jock followed, his body hovering over hers, his weight careful, respectful.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers. “I promise.”

And he did. He kissed her slowly, his hands tracing her skin. He was far gentler than his strong frame would make her believe. She could feel his length pressing against her entrance, but it was only when she rolled her hips to meet him that he started to push inside. Gabby gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Gabby rolled her hips again, and Jock moved with her, his rhythm slow and steady, his hands holding hers as he kissed her, his breath hot against her skin.

“Gabby,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

She felt it too—the heat, the tightness, the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him. The walls of her passage clenched around him, and ecstasy sparked. Her whole body was trembling with the intensity of it. 

As their movements grew more urgent, Gabby felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening inside her. Jock sensed it too, his pace quickening, his lips brushing her ear as he nipped at the shell of her ear.

“That’s it, let go.”

And she did. Gabby’s back arched as she moaned and came. Jock followed, his body tensing as he thrust into her one last time, his release hot and intense. Afterwards, he collapsed beside her, pulling her close, his arm wrapping around her waist. Gabby lay there, her heart still racing, her body buzzing with satisfaction, and she felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sex.

“You’re incredible, Gabby,” he whispered, his lips brushing her hair. 

A sense of peace settled over her; she could get used to this. A life full of friends, warmth and maybe even love if this flutter in her chest was any indication. She felt annoyed it had taken such a big change to make her see what an ass Harrison had been, but at the same time, he couldn’t regret their friendship. Without it, she wouldn’t be Gabby right now; she probably wouldn't be in Jock’s bed or part of a new sisterhood. 

Jock held her close, and Gabby smiled in contentment. Yes, she could certainly get used to this.