Abigail was the top of her class, taking every advanced placement and honors class her school offered, and she was already looking at colleges when it happened.

As class president, she was required to attend a handful of basketball games to "support school spirit." It was her least favorite part of being class president - she wasn't really the type for sports - but she took her duties as class president very seriously, so she found herself in the front row of the game, cheering on the East High School Bears, and trying not to betray how little she was paying attention to the game. She tried to push down the gnawing anxiety that arose whenever she had tried to let herself relax during the last four years. She tried not to think about the fact that she could be doing homework, or studying or doing something she could put on a resume right now.

Perhaps because of her preoccupation, she wasn't really paying attention when one of the players lost control of the ball and slammed into her. One moment, she was sitting there, waiting for a team to score so she could react appropriately, and the next moment the world was spinning and she was on the ground with people looking down at her.

"Oh my goodness! Abigail are you okay?"

Abigail's ears were ringing, and she felt like she had the wind knocked out of her. She looked at the person talking to her, trying to process the words but they just weren't making sense.

She looked around. There were so many people. Many of them seemed to be saying things, but the dull, pounding headache and the feeling of faintness enveloped her mind and prevented her from making greater sense of everything. The people talked animatedly around her.

"Abigail, can you understand me?"

Finally, Abigail made something out.

She forced herself to concentrate on answering the person, and managed to get some words out.

"Uh, yeah. I can understand you?" she said.

"Oh, thank goodness!" said the person, who was *so* familiar, though Abigail couldn't place her. "Do you know where you are?"

Abigail realized she didn't know, but looking around she saw the gym, so she took a guess, "Uh, is it PE class?"

If the woman's face was any indication that was not the right answer.

"Okay, Abigail. Do you know who I am?"

Abigail looked at her, trying to place her. A teacher of some kind? The pounding headache and the ringing in the ears was making it so hard for her to think. To concentrate.

Abigail tried to shake her head, but realized that that was a mistake immediately. She shut her eyes and just said, "No."

* * *

Time moved strangely after that. Abigail was fully conscious as she was driven to the hospital and underwent a scan of some kind, but it all happened in a blur. She did remember the words that the doctor left her with.

"You should see most of the symptoms clear up in two weeks, though around 30% of people with the type of concussion you got can experience symptoms lasting more than six weeks."

Then it was back home, where her mom monitored her for three hours as instructed by the doctor, before leaving her alone to sleep.

Abigail woke up feeling groggy and a bit light-headed. She started getting ready for school, and after drinking down her morning protein shake her mother stopped her in the kitchen.

"Abigail, are you sure you're feeling good enough to go to school?" she asked with concern. "Because I'm fine with calling you in sick if you want."

Abigail had to process her mom's words for a few seconds.

"No, uh, I'm fine, mom. I'm feeling so much better than yesterday. Besides, I can't miss school."

Her mom gave her a dubious look, but just said, "Alright, but take care of yourself. And don't drive yourself today, I'll drive you."

Abigail got to school, and walked into the first class of the day, AP Calculus. Math had always been one of her strong suites, and she had been acing AP Calculus for the past two months, so when the teacher started writing on the board Abigail was surprised when she couldn't make heads or tails of what he was writing.

She knew that just yesterday all of these symbols had made perfect sense to her, but today... it was like the teacher was writing in a completely different language. What did the long squiggle mean again? And how did "lim" work again? The numbers all made sense, more or less, but since when did math have letters?

However, the strangest thing of all wasn't her sudden step back in math skill. No, the strangest thing is that Abigail wasn't feeling anxious or unhappy with her sudden confusion.

For most of her life, a drive to always be the smartest person in the room had compelled her to stamp out her own confusion and ignorance wherever it became apparent to her. But right now, with her head fuzzy and swimming as she tried to make sense of these mysterious symbols, she realized that she liked the confusion she was feeling right now. It was... relaxing. Sure, if she exerted her addled mind, it took a *ton* of effort and concentration, but if she just sat there and let the confusion wash over her, she realized that it was fun to float on a fluffy pink cloud of ignorance. It was so much easier. So much less stressful.

She just watched the teacher make pretty squiggles on the board, and it was lovely. The first hour of real rest she had had in a long time, maybe ever. It was normally so hard to turn her brain off, but the concussion seemed to have done all the hard work for her and now all she needed to do was go with the flow...

She was so blissed out watching the pretty art the teacher was putting on the board, that she didn't even notice she was drooling until a few dribbles fell onto her shirt. She was in such a good mood, she didn't even care. She just continued to watch the board fill up with symbols, and before she knew it the bell rang, marking the end of class.

She walked up to the teacher, and stood there staring blankly at him. She knew there had been something she had wanted to tell him. It was on the tip of her tongue...

Oh, yeah.

"Uh, Mr. Diez. I got a concussion last night, and, uh, didn't do my homework. I don't know, if-"

But Mr. Diez cut her off. "Not to worry, Abigail. You've always been my best student. I'll waive this homework for you."

Abigail walked away on cloud nine. She didn't do homework, and somehow the world didn't end. Her life hadn't come tumbling down around her.

As she walked the halls to get to her next class her mind wandered. She realized she was walking behind Tom, one of the hottest boys in school. Boys?

Abigail thought about the fact that she had never had a boyfriend. It had seemed like the right decision. Focus on her academics. Get into a great college. But looking at Tom was making her stomach do somersaults, and a warmth start to spread between her legs. He was *really* cute. How had she never noticed it before? No, of course she had noticed it. But she had always suppressed such feelings. She didn't have time for them.

As she looked at Tom, she got to daydreaming about what it would be like to make out with him. She didn't even notice as she started giggling at the thought. This was amazing, she thought. Letting herself get swept up in feelings for a boy was so liberating, and the best part was that it wasn't hard. Whenever she tried to think hard, it took effort and was uncomfortable. But a fluffy, harmless thought like making out with Tom wasn't hard at all. It almost happened on its own.

There was only one problem. Abigail jealously realized that Tom was looking at a few girls as they passed. And they all had something in common: they were dressed in skimpier, sexier clothes. Whatever they could get away with that was within the school dress code. Abigail looked down at her own clothes, and couldn't help but notice how very, very plain they were. Not sexy at all. A boy would never notice her in these!

As she settled into AP World History, her thoughts were still on Tom.

When the bell rang, she looked up from her notebook, which contained Tom's name absentmindedly scribbled dozens of times across both pages. Abigail smiled. She had never just zoned out in a class thinking about a boy. It was... so nice. So easy.

At lunch, she decided not to sit with her friends. They were always talking about deep topics or academics. Things that Abigail was pretty sure would be too hard to think about in her current state. Instead, she asked to sit by the vice president of student council, Tiffany.

Tiffany was the head cheerleader, and had mostly joined student council to prove her popularity and because it looked good on a resume. It had been a bit of an embarrassment when Abigail had won class president, but Tiffany had made peace with the idea after allowing herself to believe that it was because Abigail got more of the nerd vote that she had made no effort to court. Tiffany and Abigail weren't exactly friends, but Tiffany was curious why Abigail would want to sit at the "cool kids" table, so she graciously allowed her presence.

Abigail realized she had made the right decision sitting with Tiffany. The conversation of the cool kids was not hard to follow. They mostly talked about boys, and gossip and petty feuds. Abigail's fluffy brain whirred happily along, absorbing the conversation. She quickly found herself unconsciously mirroring Tiffany and her friends. She effortlessly recorded their postures, movements and body language as well as their slang and verbal tics.

Abigail wondered why she had never tried to sit with Tiffany before. She was so pretty, and nice, and fashionable.

When lunch finished up, Abigail kept Tiffany back.

"Um, Tiffany, can I, like, ask you a question?" Abigail said.

Tiffany looked weary. "Uh, I guess?"

"Can you help me get some new outfits? I realized today that all of mine, like, suck, y'know?"

Tiffany looked Abigail up and down with pity. She seemed to be thinking things over. "Alright, I've got cheer practice today but, like, if you want to meet up at the mall-"

Abigail looked embarrassed. "I couldn't, like, drive myself today because of my concussion. My mom doesn't want me to drive for at least two days."

Tiffany frowned. "Alright, well, I guess I could give you a ride after cheer practice. Maybe you could hang out and watch us?"

Abigail readily agreed.

The rest of the day went faster than a day at school ever had for Abigail. She was loving her new super power. Zoning out and enjoying sparkly, silly thoughts throughout a class made it go so fast. And it gave her so much opportunity to daydream about boys, and clothes, and having fun, and partying. Why did she never party?

It occurred to Abigail that she had been in high school for four years, and never once been to a party. What was up with that?

When it came time for Abigail to watch cheer practice, she found herself enjoying it in a way that she never had before. She had always looked down on the cheer squad, thinking that it was a sexist and outdated institution and a waste of many girls talents that could be better spent doing math olympiad or debate team or a thousand other things. But as she watched Tiffany and the other cheerleaders go, it clicked for her for the first time. They were having fun. They were happy. They wanted everyone else to be having fun and happy too!

What could be better?

When Tiffany finished up, Abigail was grinning ear to ear.

"Tiffany, I know it's super late in the year, but do you think I could join cheer squad?" Abigail asked.

Tiffany looked at her dubiously. But then she smiled wickedly. Abigail wasn't exactly known for her athletic prowess or grace, having spent her whole life in her head. Letting her on the team was probably the best way to humiliate her rival.

"You know what, sure, Abigail. Why don't you join us tomorrow. I'll try to find a spare uniform for you."

The two of them drove to the mall, and Tiffany lead the way to her favorite stores. Tiffany was surprised when Abigail made a beeline for the skimpiest clothes they had on the racks. Abigail had to try on a few outfits before she found one with a miniskirt that was barely within school dress code, and a top that would show off her midriff.

Tiffany had never realized Abigail was quite so attractive. Underneath her dowdy, preppy clothes was a certified hottie. She was a little worried that helping Abigail update her wardrobe like this might be helping her too much, but decided that at the very least Abigails new risque outfits were sure to imperil her position as the teachers pet. In fact...

"Abigail," Tiffany said. "You know, a lot of girls get away with minor dress code violations all the time. Not all of your outfits need to be 100% regulation. Especially if you want to catch the right boy's eyes."

Abigail processed what Tiffany was saying... Was she right? She was right. Abigail could remember many times when she had seen girls wearing outfits blatantly against the school code. Much of the time, it was down to the teacher and their relationship with the student. And all of the teachers loved Abigail. They'd probably give her more wiggle room than another random girl.

Abigail added a few rule-breaking outfits to her pile, and finally decided to check out.

She was surprised when the cost came out to a really big number. Abigail was normally very diligent about budgeting the credit card her parents got her (for emergencies only!), but she didn't want to do the hard thinking for the math right now. She handed the clerk the card, and all the clothes were hers. She smiled, life was so much easier when you didn't think too hard about things!

When she got home, she went up to her room. She had closed the door behind her and unloaded her books onto the table in front of her, and was about to start her homework when a thought occurred to her.

What if she *didn't* do her homework tonight? Her concussion had been an airtight alibi for class today. Maybe it would work for tomorrow or the day after as well? If she didn't do her homework, she could do something else. Doing something other than homework was kind of a new concept to her. What would she do?

She decided to lie down on her bed, and browse the web on her phone. She normally used the internet for research, but now she was at a bit of a loss.

She stared dopily at the search bar, and typed "how do i make boys like me."

And she started reading articles.

* * *

The next day, Abigail's mom stopped her at the front door.

"Uh, are you really going to school in that young lady?" her mom asked.

Abigail looked down at her outfit. It was one of the rule-breaking outfits she had picked out, and it showed off a lot of her skin and a hint of her cleavage.

"Like, I guess..." Abigail said uncertainly.

Her mom crossed her arms, "And does that outfit meet the dress code?"

Abigail never lied to her mom. She was a good girl. And yet....

"Of course it is, mom. I promise you won't get any, like, calls from the school or anything like that."

Her mom didn't seem to 100% buy it, but she sighed and let Abigail lead the way to the car.

Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She had lied. To her mom. And it had been so easy. She hadn't spent days agonizing over it. She didn't even feel bad, or anxious that her lie would eventually be revealed. This was incredible!

Abigail's started the day in her free period. Normally, students were supposed to sit and do homework, but Abigail happened to know that Tom had free period at the same time. She decided to ask the teacher if she could skip it.

"Hello, Mr. Wong?" she said.

Mr. Wong looked up from his papers, and smiled when he saw Abigail. His smile faltered a bit when his eyes scanned over her outfit, and lingered over her barely there outfit.

"Abigail, uh, Abigail," he dropped hiss voice to a whisper. "I really don't want to have to send a star pupil like you to the front office, but that really is too much. Please change into something that won't distract the other students here."

Abigail bit her lip. She had already lied to her mom. Could she lie to a teacher?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Wong. I've always been a good student. Can you please, like, overlook my little, ind-, indis-, can you please overlook it just this once."

Mr. Wong didn't look happy, but he nodded.

"And can I have one more favor. A teeny-tiny little thing. Can I please roam the halls during free period today?'

He looked like a war was playing out in his head. Eventually he sighed, and handed her the hall pass.

Score!

Abigail started walking the halls looking for Tom's home room. She got lost a few times, an experience she actually found fun and exiting. It was rare that she didn't know exactly where she was. Not having to worry about it was so *freeing.* But eventually, she did find her way there. She poked her head into the classroom, and saw Tom sitting in the back. Most of the students were quietly working away on homework (or at least trying to look like they were.) The teacher seemed to be deeply engrossed in something on her computer.

Abigail slipped quietly in, and sat down next to Tom.

"Hi, Tom," Abigail said, giggling. "Watcha doin'?"

Tom jumped a little at her words. "Abby, what are you doing here?"

Abigail stopped for a second. She had always hated the nickname "Abby" - her name was Abigail. But the new, improved worry-free Abby didn't seem to care that much. Life was so much nicer when you weren't getting angry at every silly little thing.

Abby smiled. "I, like, asked my question first."

Tom took Abby in. He had always written her off as an asexual nerd, but her new outfit was quickly disabusing him of that notion. Abby was hot. She had a nice rack, flat tummy, pretty face. And the way that she was carrying herself right now - instead of sitting like someone who always knew they were the smartest person in the room, Abby's body language was so relaxed. She was leaning towards him, her hand subtly touching his arm. And her eyes had a look that Tom knew well. Abby was looking at him with lusty eyes.

"Well, I was doing homework. But I think something more interesting turned up," he said.

Abby stifled a giggle. "Well, the teacher doesn't seem to be paying attention, and I've got a hall pass. Want to go on a walk?"

Tom looked around, before nodding.

Soon the two of them were wandering through the halls. Abby wasn't trying to hide her flirtations with him. The looks she was giving him, playing with hair, her body language - Tom was reading her signals loud an clear. Eventually, Tom got tired of small talk and-

Kissed Abby. It was amazing. Abby had thought that "fireworks" while kissing was just a concept made up by Hollywood or Hallmark, but Tom was proving that she had been dead wrong.

Soon the two of them were making out in the middle of the hall, and Tom started guiding Abby to the wall where he pinned her and started getting more enthusiastic.

Abby wondered where this had been all her life. She had never kissed a boy before, and now she never wanted to stop.

Tom's hand found itself on her stomach and it was working its way up to her top. Abby grabbed his hand instinctively, stopping it in its track.

She was a good girl. Right? But he continued to kiss her, and she realized she didn't care about what a "good girl" or a "bad girl" was anymore. She just wanted to be someone's girl.

She guided Tom's hand under her top, and he started kneading her breasts with obvious skill.

Tom pulled apart for air, and said, "Are you sure we should be doing this here? I know somewhere we won't be caught."

Abby didn't really care, but she let Tom lead her through the winding hallways to the gym, and then ducked as he made his way under the bleachers.

Then he kissed Abby again, and guided her softly to the ground. When he started removing her skirt, Abby kissed him even more passionately.

She had never realized how much this had been missing from her life. Tom was going to be her first, but he certainly wouldn't be her last.

He pulled down his pants, revealing his dick. It was the most wonderful thing Abby had ever seen. He was well-endowed, and when he entered her, every nerve in her body was lighting up with a storm of pleasure.

Tom was a skilled lover, and after finding a set of movements that seemed to put a look of arousal and pleasure on Abby's face, he fucked her under the bleachers for 90 incredibly minutes.

Tom kept Abby coming orgasm after orgasm, and when he was finished, she was left panting and sweating on the ground. Her mind was completely empty except for pure nuclear pleasure that filled every piece of her being. He had fucked her so good.

Eventually, too soon, Tom left Abby's side and started pulling his pants on. Abby slowly came to her senses, and started putting her tiny outfit back on.

"You know," Tom said, grinning. "I never pegged you for a slut, Abby."

The old Abigail would have taken that as an insult. It would have ruined a wonderful moment. But the new Abby let the word "slut" roll off of her. Was she a slut? Maybe. Yes. She decided that if wanting to cut loose, and fuck whatever boys she wanted to made her a slut, then she was a slut. She didn't care what she was called, as long as she was able to pursue that pleasure again and again.

Abby walked in late to her next class, but the teacher didn't seem to mind at all. He just nodded, and continued with his lecture.

Abby spent the rest of the day daydreaming about all the cute boys at the school. Some of them had girlfriends, and she couldn't see herself as a homewrecker yet, but there were so many single guys, and so little time. Her mouth was watering just thinking about it.

When it came time for cheer practice, Abby was pumped. Not only could she make people happy by being a cheerleader, but she could make boys look at her. It was perfect.

Tiffany, started Abby with simple routines. Abby wasn't super coordinated on the best of days, but having had a concussion just two days ago, she was even less coordinated than usual. Thankfully, Tiffany only wanted to humiliate Abby, not hurt her - so she wisely kept Abby out of the more intense parts of the routine until she was ready.

* * *

It was funny how long you could skate by on a good reputation. It was several days before teachers started telling Abby that they wouldn't accept her not doing homework any more. It was two weeks before she was sent to the office because of her outfit. (Luckily, she was still on good terms with the people at the front desk, so she managed to talk them down from calling her mom. She just put on some clothes from the lost and found, and resolved to be more subtle about her clothing going forward. Maybe during class, she could wear "appropriate" clothes, and between classes...)

Abby was slowly working her way through the boys in the football team. It turned out she liked boys. She liked boys a lot. She still couldn't wrap her mind around having a boyfriend. Why have one boy when she could have them all?

She started getting better and better at make up in the morning. It was like making art every day, and she was the art!

And she continued to learn in the cheer squad - it seemed like soon, Tiffany would let her start doing more difficult routines. Tiffany hated to admit it, but Abby *was* starting to become better. Tiffany would have been disappointed with this outcome, but Abby had started to take a back seat during student council meetings. Abby may still have been president, but it was in name only. All of Tiffany's ideas were getting pushed through without resistence on Abby's part.

It was slow at first, but Abby started to feel more and more normal as the days went on. A little over two weeks after her accident, Abby felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt anxious.

It was after putting on her clothes for the day. It was like she had lost her super power. Instead of just enjoying her sexy outfit, and thinking about the boys she was going to fuck, she started to think about what the teachers and her mom would think. Where had her happy-go-lucky feeling gone?

She wanted to go to the school in this outfit, but she was feeling too self-conscious. She needed to change. She reasoned with herself for fifteen minutes (reasoned with herself? when was the last time she had done that?) and managed to convince herself to wear one of her skimpy, but not *too* skimpy outfits. She still felt everyone's eyes on her when she walked into the school. She had worn this outfit last week, and she had loved the attention then, but today the attention was just making her more and more anxious.

Then she got to calculus class, and for the first time in a while, the symbols on the board made sense again. There were some aspects she didn't understand (almost like she had missed two weeks of lessons...) but she was quickly able to think her way through the parts that she was missing.

When a boy tried to make a pass at her-

"Hey, Abby!"

- she turned her nose up at him and walked away, mumbling, "It's Abigail," under her breath.

Though she regretted that decision every step she took. She could have been having fun. She could have been cutting loose.

And when it came time for cheer squad, she wasn't able to just turn off her brain and enjoy cheering like she had been recently. As she forced her body through the motions of her cheer routine, she couldn't help but be distracted by a thousand thoughts. Judging herself, wondering why she had let herself slack off so much at school, and ruin her grades, and her reputation bit by bit with the teachers, her mom, the front desk staff, every boy on the football team. She started thinking about how much work it was going to be to make up for two weeks of slacking off. She was so distracted that she missed the timing on a double down-

Thump.

* * *

It was five weeks before they let her start cheering again after the second concussion. It was four weeks before she had to go to classes again, and when she started she was on a 504 learning plan that reduced her schedule and gave her extra time on tests.

And it was wonderful. Abby had her super power back. Her worry and anxiety were gone. And the best part was that the doctor guy said that the effects were probably going to be longer lasting this time!

Abby was happier than she had been in years. Instead of worrying about the future, or thinking about hard things, she could focus on the things that mattered. Dressing cute, doing pretty make up and fucking boys! Pleasing, teasing, partying, being pleased, having fun. Was there anything better than that?

The teachers even let her get away with stuff so much more now! Most of them would just shake their head in pity, and let her carry on her way no matter what she was wearing, or what she was doing. Skipping class, making out in the hallways - it didn't matter!

Towards the end of the school year, her mom sat her down for a serious discussion.

"Abby, even with your reduced hours and extra time on the tests, your grades aren't good enough to graduate. You're going to have to repeat senior year at the rate you're going."

Abby rolled her eyes, "Get real, mom. I'm not going to, like, repeat senior year."

A small smile spread across her mom's face. "There's the Abigail I know and love. So you'll try harder, and apply yourself like I know you can?"

Abby shook her head. "No, silly. I'll just drop out. I'm an adult now, and I've been looking online. There's lots of jobs for sexy girls out there, and none of them require a high school diploma!"

Her mom looked like she had been struck.

Abby stood up, ignoring her mom's protests and went up to her room. She looked in the mirror, and admired herself. A smile of the purest joy spread across her face. Her future was looking brighter than it had in ages.