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The Former Boy's Club By The Professor "Aren't you a little old to go trick or treating?" My mother's voice surprised me. I hadn't heard her come into my room. I had been trying on my dad's old army fatigues. They fit just about right. I was the same height as my dad - six feet - and the same weight that he had been when he was in the army. Of course he had put on a few pounds since then, but he was as slender as I was when he had been in the army. "Oh, Jack and Darren and I are just going to have a little fun," I replied. As seniors in high school, I suppose we were a little old to be making the rounds on Halloween, but it had sounded like a lark. After all, this was the last Halloween the three of us would be together, and we had been friends since elementary school, always trick or treating together, except for the year Darren had the chickenpox. Of course, by now, we weren't in it for the candy... "Well, just be home early," my mother cautioned. "Even though you don't have school tomorrow, there are a lot of mischief makers out there tonight." "I know." And I did, too. We planned to be some of them. Halloween on a Saturday night was a prescription for fun. Fun was something the three of us knew well. Jack and I had been friends since kindergarten. Then Darren's family moved up from the south when we were all in third grade. We became instant friends. And even began to call ourselves the Boy's Club. The nickname stuck, and people still called us by that name. "Besides," she continued, "you're going to have to get up bright and early tomorrow and study if you're ever going to get into college like your sister." "That's right, Little Brother," my sister, Nancy, called from her room. She was home from college for the weekend - just in time to make my life miserable. Her boyfriend, Brad Russell, had gone to high school with her, but his parents had moved to St. Louis. Brad went to the University of Missouri in Columbia while Nancy was a sophomore at a small college not far from Millikin. His grandmother lived in Millikin, so it was a good meeting point for them on weekends. It seemed like they were always together every weekend. "Mind your own business," I called out to her. "Keeping you out of trouble is my business, Little Brother," she called out as I hurried down the stairs. The sad thing was that she really believed that. Dad was more understanding. I think he sowed his share of wild oats when he was my age, but he never talked about it. Actually, dad and I weren't very close, but occasionally, I would get him to the point where he would start to tell me about his presumed misspent youth. Every time he started to, mom would give him the evil eye and he'd shut up. Still, mom wasn't around, so dad was more loquacious than usual. "I remember Halloween senior year like it was yesterday," he told me. "We soaped all the windows on Old Man Moore's car. You know him, don't you?" I nodded. I knew him well. He was flunking me in Algebra. Well, not flunking, but I was hovering between a C and a D. "Anyhow, we got into all kinds of mischief that night," he continued, "finally stopping off at the old Bancroft mansion with a couple of - well, that's another story." He had a sheepish look on his face. He and mom had to get married when mom got pregnant with Nancy. They dated the last year of high school, so I could imagine that went on that night and a lot of other nights as well. I sort of envied him. My sex life was nothing to talk about. In fact, my sex life was pretty much nonexistent. "Well, I won't be at the Bancroft mansion tonight," I told him. "It burned down last year." "Not all of it," he corrected. "Only the guesthouse and the stable. The main house is still there. I understand one of the heirs from back east retired and lives there now." "Well, the Stone mansion is the haunted house of choice now," I told him. Of course, we all called it the Stoner House now, since most of the hardcore dopers hung out there. Millikin was too small a town to have more than one good haunted house, so guys like me and my friends would have to do without one. Actually, Millikin was pretty good sized. Only the old part could be called small. It was a suburb of Kansas City, nestled in a little river valley east of the city. Over the last twenty years, it had grown from a tiny farm town of perhaps two thousand to a bonafide suburb of twenty thousand or so. We even had our own mall. Of course, most of the town consisted of new housing areas and strip shopping centers. The old farm town was at its center, consisting of a small business district of mostly craft and antique stores and a collection of houses built before the time of Christ or so. The only reason my friends and I had to go into the old part of town was to annoy the local police. "Well, anyhow, have fun," my dad said with a grin, returning to his paper. "Stay out of trouble. Your mom will be pissed if I have to bail you out of jail tonight." There wasn't much chance of that, I thought as I heard Jack's aging Chevy pull into the driveway. We planned to do a little tick or treating, soap a few window and teepee a few houses, and have a couple of brews - that is if Darren's older brother remembered to get us the beer. It was an unusually warm fall evening, so we planned to have a good old time. "Wait!" I was on my way to the car when Nancy called out to me. "What?" "Did I hear you saying something about the Bancroft property?" she asked, an unusually serious expression on her face as she ran to catch up with me. "What's it to you?" She thought for a moment, then said, "I just think you should stay away from there. It's private property." I looked at her carefully. There was something she wasn't telling me. I wondered if she and her boyfriend, Brad, were planning on something up there. It made sense. They couldn't get too carried away at our house or at Brad's grandmother's house. Maybe they planned to do it out on the lawn of the mansion or something. Wouldn't that be something, I thought, if we barged in on them. "Why would I go there?" I asked innocently. "Just don't, okay?" I shrugged. "Okay." I'd go there if I chose to, but there was no sense in arguing with my sister. She could be a little weird sometimes. I turned and ran to Jack's car, an aging Chevy, stopping at attention in front of it. "Corporal Adam James, reporting for duty, sir!" I barked with a salute as Jack rolled down the window of his car. Jack was dressed in a black sweatshirt and had painted his face with white paint. He had made dark circles around his eyes and painted a trail of red paint down his chin. He looked like an out of work vampire. "Get in!" he yelled. "Time's a'wastin." I plopped into the back seat. Darren was already at shotgun, wearing his street clothes. But he did have a cheap Spiderman mask propped up on the top of his head. "You look like General Jerkoff," he laughed. There we were, three average guys. We all looked enough alike to be brothers. We were all about the same build and height, and all had brown hair cut fairly short. Darren was probably the best looking of us, with a smooth southern manner he had picked up from being a small child in the south. His parents had moved to Millikin when he was in the third grade, but he had retained just a touch of southern manners and accent. Darren was also the best athlete of the group, but still played second string. The coach was threatening to drop him to third string - a real insult for a senior. He just didn't seem to have the desire to excel in sports. Jack was our ladies' man. He could usually get a date whenever he wanted to. Unfortunately for him, the knack he had for aggressively getting dates failed him when he actually went out with girls. He came across as the class clown, always looking to do something wild. Jack was the wildest of the three of us. As the only one with a car, he tended to be a little more independent than Darren and me. I often thought that without us, Jack would have been a real wild man. We tended to keep him a little more legal than he would have been with other friends. Don't get me wrong - we weren't bad guys. Although we drank a little beer, we didn't do drugs and we never got beyond the malicious mischief stage in our activities. We were just three average guys with average prospects in life. We played a little sports, although strictly second or third string, and got C's in our classes. Odds were good that none of us would go on to college. Instead, we'd be mechanics or truck drivers or retail clerks for the rest of our lives. We just wanted to have a little fun before we graduated and had to work for a living. "Let's get some candy before everybody runs out," Darren suggested. "I got a pillow case here we can use to collect it." "I need a burger first," Jack replied, pulling into the parking lot at Burger King. "I didn't get any dinner." "Shit!" I interjected. "It's already dark. Let's trick or treat first." "After my burger," Jack said firmly. So, okay, I thought. It wouldn't hurt to get something else to eat. Mom couldn't seem to understand that I was a growing boy. My older sister, like most girls, ate sparingly, so my mother hadn't been prepared for my ravenous appetite. Mom and dad were on a diet, too, so as a result, she never fixed enough for dinner. I had to admit I could use a Whopper myself. "Oh-oh," Darren said as we approached the door. "What?" Jack and I asked together. "Cindy Sellers is in there with Peggy and Denise," Darren told us. I felt like running the other way. I had quite a crush on Cindy, and over the summer, I finally worked up enough courage to ask her to go with me to Brian Bailey's back to school party. Brian was a first string fullback on the football team. He was the most popular guy in the class, and every girl in the school had a thing for him. As might be expected, his parties were always popular affairs, and the back to school party was particularly popular because his parents were out of town and there was going to be lots of beer. It turned out there was too much beer at the party. I got thoroughly ripped and made a fool of myself in front of Cindy. At least I didn't throw up on her. I did that in Brian's yard after Cindy left in disgust with Peggy and her date. I had avoided Cindy ever since, actually going so far as to duck into my counselor's office when I saw her coming toward me in the hall. That cost me nearly half an hour as my counselor lectured me for testing so smart and performing so poorly. Well, I had to face her some time. The three of us strolled up to the counter nonchalantly. After ordering, Jack decided to play with dynamite. "Why look," he exclaimed to Darren and me, "it's the three most beautiful girls in the school." Cindy smiled a sarcastic smile. "Well, well. Adam James, Darren Pool and Jack Haliburton. How are things with the Boy's Club tonight?" I turned beet red. People had been calling the three of us by that name whenever they wanted to deride us. It was okay when we called ourselves by that name, but no one else should, we thought. Darren and I said nothing, but Jack went on, ignoring her cut. "I'm surprised to find the three of you here without dates tonight. If you'd like, we could escort you to the party." He was referring to the party the high school was putting on to keep jokesters like us off the streets. "In your dreams," Cindy replied sweetly. "Now go along and play, boys. Our dates will be here any minute." "Stuck up bitch," Darren muttered when we were seated with our food. "She is not!" I argued, embarrassed that I was still attracted to her. "All girls are," Jack said sagely. "They treat us as if we were children." "Yeah," I agreed. "They keep telling us to grow up." I belched from a combination of Whopper and large Coke. "But we don't have to grow up," Darren pointed out with a belch of his own. "We have girls to grow up for us." It was an old joke, but we all laughed in agreement. Cindy and the other girls finally left as their dates came to claim them. Naturally all three of them were dating our class studs - football heroes with good grades and bright futures. "We need to teepee her house," Darren muttered. "We will," Jack told him. "I have a full twelve pack of toilet paper in the trunk. We'll get all of their houses after we go get some candy." We began our trick or treating in some of the best areas of Millikin. The take was excellent, and after an hour or so, we were tired of our game. "It's time to drink beer," Jack declared, back behind the wheel. "Right," Darren agreed. "Then our reign of terror can begin." "Give me one now," I suggested. "Not in the car!" Jack said. We both looked at him. "Why the hell not?" I asked. Jack looked a little embarrassed. "I didn't tell you guys, but I got a hefty speeding ticket last week. If I get caught drinking in the car, my license is in the toilet." "Just great," Darren grumbled. "Wait a minute!" I said with a sudden inspiration. "I know where we can go to drink." "Where, genius?" Jack asked. "The grounds of the Bancroft Mansion," I declared. "Jesus, Adam," Darren broke in, "haven't you been paying attention? The Bancroft Mansion burned to the ground." "Nope, just the guesthouse and stable," I said with a look that told them that I knew something they didn't know. "The house is still there, though. One of the heirs retired there. He's probably just some half deaf old fart who won't even hear us." "Okay," Jack agreed, throwing the car in gear. Darren and I whooped in agreement. Minutes later, we were disappointed. The house looked like something the Addams Family would live in, but it was well lit, including a spotlight aimed at the grounds. "It looks pretty lively," Darren muttered. "Whoever lives there will probably hear us." "Look, I didn't know for sure," I said. I was as disappointed as he was. Looking back on everything that happened, we should have just quietly driven away and looked for another place to drink our beer, but we didn't. After all, we were young and... stupid. "Maybe there's nobody home," Jack suggested. "Then why are the lights on?" Darren asked. "Hey, it's Halloween," Jack said as if that explained everything. Seeing our blank expressions, he continued, "A lot of people leave the lights on on Halloween. That way, the house looks occupied. It's supposed to keep people like us away." "People like us?" I asked. "People who are going to soap their windows," Jack explained, pointing to several bars of soap on the seat beside him. It had sounded like fun a couple of days earlier when we agreed to do pranks Halloween night, but as I approached the house with my friends, it became less of a good idea. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising up, and deep within me, there was a sense of foreboding. Jack and Darren said nothing, but I could see their faces in the darkness just enough to note that they weren't comfortable either. "Maybe this place really is haunted," Darren suggested. "That story played well when it wasn't occupied. Somebody lives there now," Jack reminded him. "Besides, there's no such thing as ghosts." I had been trying to tell myself the same thing. The house was completely quiet, and through the lighted windows, we could see no sign of movement. Maybe Jack had been right, I thought. Maybe whoever was living in the guest house had just left the lights on before leaving. Still, they might be coming back any moment. I wanted to just soap the windows and get away as quickly as possible. I was thankful we had decided not to teepee the place, too. I just wanted to get done with the soaping and find a nice quiet place to drink a beer. "I'll take the back of the house," I said. Actually the back of the house looked dark. I wanted to soap the windows where there was the least chance of my being seen. "You guys take the front and sides." I made my way to the back of the house. It was very dark there, and I nearly stumbled in some dark bushes, but at last I made it. Thankfully there weren't many windows on that side. I raised the bar of soap to one of them and was ready to start when a voice said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had not heard anyone come around behind me. The voice was that of a woman, young and sweet, but it might as well have been the voice of Dracula. I could feel my heart leaping through my fatigues as I dropped the soap to the ground. Turning slowly, I was greeted by a woman about my mother's age. She was dressed casually in a long shirt dress which dropped down to her ankles. It was dark in color, appearing burgundy in the dim starlight. Her hair was the color of copper, flowing long and neatly over her shoulders. There was a look of mild amusement on her attractive face. I've never been attracted to older women, but I was attracted to her. She smiled. "Why don't we go in the house and discuss this?" "Uh... yes, ma'am." I didn't want to go with her, but somehow, her suggestion seemed to be interpreted by my body as a direct order which had to be obeyed. I followed her into the house. Darren and Jack were already in the house, sitting together on an overstuffed couch. I sat down between them while our hostess picked a comfortable looking chair across from us. The furnishings looked old fashioned, like a display from one of the antique stores in downtown Millikin. But they also looked almost brand new and very expensive. Our hostess might be a bit out of style, but she obviously had money. "Now, what brought you boys out here tonight?" she asked pleasantly. "Uh... it's Halloween," I tried to explain lamely. "You know, trick or treat." She looked puzzled, but I could tell it was only an act. "I don't seem to remember any of you asking for a treat," she said. "Isn't that the way it works? You ask for a treat, and if I don't give you one, you play a trick on me?" None of us answered. She leaned back in her chair. "Tell me about yourselves, boys," she commanded. I looked at Darren and Jack, but neither seemed ready to speak. "Well, ma'am," I began, "I'm Adam James. My dad runs the Western Auto over in Liberty." "Are you a good student, Adam?" I turned red. "No, ma'am. Not really." "A good athlete?" I hesitantly shook my head. "A lover of great prowess, perhaps?" I didn't even bother shaking my head. "Well," she purred, "you aren't a scholar, you aren't an athlete, and you aren't a lover. And you don't even appear to be very good at pranks, either." She looked at the others. "How about you two?" "Uh... we're just like him, ma'am," Jack said, nodding at me. "Yes," she said in a low voice. "Of course you are." Was it my imagination, or was the room getting darker? The lights were bright when we entered, but now they seemed dimmer. I began to get the feeling we were in more trouble than I had ever imagined. "Forgive me, boys," she said with a wave of her hand. "I'm being a poor hostess. You must all be thirsty." She motioned at three glasses sitting on a coffee table in front of us. I was sure the glasses hadn't been there a moment before. In fact I was sure the coffee table hadn't been there, either. The glasses were normal eight ounce tumblers, and the liquid in them was not bubbling angrily as I would have expected. It was clear and appeared harmless. "Please, drink, boys," she said. None of us reached for his glass. "Ma'am, I don't think any of us are thirsty," I managed, speaking for my friends. "Thank you anyway, but -" "Drink!" As one, we reached for our glasses. I couldn't stop myself, and I was sure the others had the same problem. I took a single swallow of the liquid. It wasn't unpleasant. It tasted like... flowers, sweet and succulent, with a slightly spicy aftertaste. "Do you like your drinks?" she asked. Dumbly, we nodded. "Good," she said pleasantly. I began to feel an odd tingle all over my body. It was as if my skin were crawling. I felt shorter, smaller, but at the same time, my hips were now touching against my friends' hips. There was something tickling the back of my neck, too. Then suddenly, auburn tresses were draped over my shoulders. "Drink up," she ordered. Again, we lifted the glasses to our mouths, drinking down the rest of the sweet liquid. "It's really very nice, isn't it? It's sweet. There's a lot of sugar in it - as well as spice. In fact, it contains almost everything nice." I looked down at my chest. Two lumps were growing, as if to cushion the violent beating of my heart. She didn't have to finish her description. I think we all knew what was coming next. "That's what little girls are made of," she finished in a silky voice. I turned and looked first at Jack and then at Darren. The strange changes that were engulfing my body were affecting them as well. Jack's brown hair was now a golden blonde, flowing down over newly narrowed shoulders. His breasts were as big if not bigger than mine, prominent even through his baggy sweatshirt. Darren too was changing, only his hair was getting darker. It was becoming long and black, with prominent curls. His skin, too, was changing shade, darkening to the color of milk chocolate. His breasts, although not as large as mine or Jack's, were most definitely feminine. "What are you doing to us?" I managed to ask in a soft soprano tinged with panic. "I think that should be obvious," the she said. "I suppose I should introduce myself while the magic finishes with you. My name is Loretta Bancroft. You may call me Loretta if you'd like. I am the last of a proud family to bear that name. The women of my family have practiced magic for longer than you can imagine. It is my intention to retire here in Millikin - to spend my golden years away from the crowds in the city." Then, her voice rising, she continued, "And I do not intend to have my solitude interrupted by adolescent boys who can't mind their own business!" "But we didn't mean any harm," Jack whined in a voice that was as soft and feminine as any I had ever heard. "That is why you are not field mice right now," she countered. "I realize you are basically good, but your boyish pranks would eventually be your undoing. Look at yourselves, and I don't mean the physical bodies I have given you." She looked directly at Jack. "Look at you, Jack Haliburton. You have significant leadership and interpersonal skills. Yet you waste them to play practical jokes and embarrass people. Well, since you don't want to be taken seriously, you'll be given a body to match. Your name is now Jackie Haliburton, and you are the stereotypical blonde, but not really a dumb one. You have the same fine mind for leadership you've always had, but you'll find it hard to lead when you look like an extra on Baywatch." Jack - now Jackie - was crying softly, the tiny sobs sounding so intensely feminine that it was difficult for me to realize that she had ever been male. "And you, Darren Pool," she told the new black girl who sat quaking with fear as she examined her now feminine hands with long, slender fingers, "are you aware that you could have been an outstanding athlete? You could have played any sport you wanted." "But I've never been big enough," the new black girl said in a sultry southern alto. Loretta snorted. "Size isn't everything. You were quick and smart as a boy, but you never developed your talents. Well, Darla, now you really have an excuse for not making first string on the football team. I'll bet you throw just like a girl, too." "Oh my god..." Darren - now Darla - murmured softly to herself. "And as for you, Adam James." Oh no, I thought. It was my turn. "Yes, ma'am?" "Do you have any idea how bright you are?" she asked me. "Your IQ is in the low genius range, and yet you've never made over a B minus in high school." "I did get an A in Auto Shop," I managed to correct her meekly. "I mean in any academic subject!" she practically yelled at me. I pushed myself into the back of the couch, feeling my large ass sink lower into the cushions. "All you had to do was apply yourself and you'd be on your way to college with a good scholarship," she lectured me. It was true, I knew. I could have gotten straight As if I had worked at it, but somehow, it didn't seem like a fun thing to do. So here I was, facing a lifetime of low level jobs because I wouldn't be able to get into any respectable college. I felt absolutely lower than shark shit. "Well, maybe you'll have less distractions now that you and your friends are the wrong sex for pulling all your practical jokes. That should give you more time to study, Amanda." So that was to be my name. I was Amanda James now. Like my friends, I felt a very unmasculine need to cry. I sniffed softly to myself, my head down staring at my dainty and long fingernails. "There's just one more thing," our tormentor said to us with a sweep of her hand. "You can't go back outside wearing those terrible clothes." I felt a soft perfumed breeze flow past me and watched in amazement as my friends' clothing began to shift and change color. Darla's jeans fused and crawled up her legs, becoming a fashionably short red plaid skirt. Her legs were made to look even darker as black knit hose encased her legs. On her feet were patent black slippers, with a tiny hint of a heel. Her shirt had become a black turtleneck, set off with a gold necklace displaying a gold heat-shaped pendant. Under her hair, I could see gold rings, each a good two inches in diameter hanging from her ears. Her face had changed subtly as well, and I realized it was because she was now wearing makeup. I had been so stunned watching Darla that I hadn't been able to keep up with Jackie's changes. She was now wearing a tight green sweater dress which did nothing to hide her large breasts. Her jewelry and makeup were as feminine as Darla's, and her smooth legs were encased in tan nylon. It's a good thing she was sitting down, because her feet now sported green heels at least three inches high. She looked at her hands, gasping at the bright red polish her long nails were now painted with. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it matched her lipstick perfectly. I was aware of my own changes as well. The perfumed breeze had wafted around me, too, and I was treated to a slight buzzing sound, almost as if small insects were swarming around my body. I was in a skirt and heels as well, but thankfully, my skirt came down almost to my knees and my heel was very small, only an inch or so. I was wearing a rich brown silk blouse. My skirt complemented it in a tan color which matched my shoes. My nails, I was relieved to see, were long but not painted. A quick exploration of my lips with my tongue told me that I, too, was wearing makeup. As I put my hand up to my ear to feel what had been placed in my earlobes, I heard the tinkle of delicate gold bracelets at my wrist. "Oh my god!" Darla said again. I didn't know what she was complaining about. She looked incredible. Wait a minute! What was I saying? We all looked incredible, but none of us wanted to be girls. "Look, ma'am," Jackie began in her sweet girlish voice, "we're sorry if we bothered you, but surely we don't deserve this. Please, change us back. We'll do anything you say, just change us back." "Why should I do that?" Loretta asked. "I know as girls you will give me no further trouble. As girls, you will have other things on your mind, such as clothes and makeup... and boys." Now there was a frightening thought. We might be boys changed into girls, but there was no way in the world any of us would ever be interested in boys. We were guys, no matter what our outer bodies looked like. At the sound of the word "boys" Darla, Jackie and I audibly groaned. Jackie continued, "Ma'am, please. There must be something we can do to get our real lives back." "These are your real lives now," she told him. Jackie shook her head, her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders as she did so. "No, I mean our male lives. Isn't there something we can do?" She appeared to be considering the proposal. For a moment, I actually had a faint hope of returning to my masculine world. Then, as if she had suddenly had a brilliant idea, she grinned. "Very well, girls, I will give you a way back to masculinity. But the road will not be an easy one. Each of you has failed to live up to his potential as boys. As girls, you must show me that you are willing to work hard. As the Army commercials say, you must be all that you can be. Are you willing to try?" "Oh, yes!" we said as one. What did she have in mind for us? I wondered. Whatever it was, I suspected it would be difficult to accomplish. I was right. "All right," she said with a sly smile. "I believe I'll take a chance on you. Let's see, Darla, as Darren, you had the talent to be a fine athlete but wouldn't apply yourself. Now, as Darla, I want you to make the girl's basketball team." Darla grinned. "That's no problem." "And," Loretta continued, "I expect you to be in the starting lineup before the end of the semester." End of the semester? That meant Darren would be stuck as Darla until nearly Christmas. I was sure she had a similar time line in mind for all of us. How was I going to be a girl for the next seven weeks? "But that's impossible!" Darla complained. "Look at me. I'm - what? - five foot five?" "Five foot six, dear," she clarified. "Then I'd be the shortest girl in the starting lineup." Loretta closed her eyes and smiled. "Yes, you would, dear." There was a moment of silence before Loretta asked, "Do you understand what you must do, Darla?" "Yes, ma'am," Darla said with resignation. It was obvious from her tone that she now expected to be a girl forever. "And you, Jackie," Loretta continued, "you had terrific potential for leadership, so that is what you must do to regain your manhood." "What?" Jackie asked, confused. "You must lead. In spite of the appearance I have given you, you must find a way to be a leader in your class." "But... but class officers have already been selected for the year," she nearly cried. "What can I do?" "That is up to you," Loretta said simply. "You must either establish yourself as a leader by the end of the semester or get used to high heels for the rest of your life." Jackie's peaches and cream complexion became pasty white at the thought, but she said nothing. "And you, Amanda." Oh no - it was my turn. I knew what was coming. "You had in many ways the greatest potential of all. You should have been an A student." She was beginning to sound like Mrs. Gibson, the Guidance Counselor. Unfortunately, both Loretta and Mrs. Gibson were right. I just couldn't seem to get myself motivated. I did fine until high school. By then, personal freedom had transformed into freedom to fail. There was always something to do that was more interesting than studying. That something usually involved Darren and Jack. "Did you hear me?" she snapped. "Huh?" I said stupidly, shocked out of my reverie. "I said if you want to regain your manhood, your task will be to get straight A's this semester." "Straight A's?" I cried. "But I've got all C's. Well, maybe even a D in Algebra." She scowled. "Don't flatter yourself. Your Algebra grade is currently just above an F. But it doesn't matter. As Adam James, you were a mediocre student, but as Amanda James, you are already a straight A student. This semester, however, you will have high B's in all of your classes. It is up to you to bring them up to A's by the end of the semester." "But that means I'll have to get high A's from here on," I protested. "It does, indeed," she agreed, "unless you find that you really like wearing skirts." I blushed. I had only worn a skirt for a few minutes, and I had decided I didn't like it one bit. "In addition, you will each live as if you had always been girls. You will dress the way girls dress, speak the way girls speak, and act the way girls act. If you do otherwise, I will know. Is that clear?" Each of us nodded reluctantly. "And there's one more condition I have for each of you," Loretta added. "If any of you has sexual relations with a male before we meet again, you will be stuck as a female for the rest of your life." No danger of that, I thought. The last thing in the world I wanted was one of my old friends playing hide the sausage with my new anatomy. "That is all, girls," she said, emphasizing the word "girls." She opened the front door for us. "Enjoy your new lives. We will meet here again on the last day of your semester when your final fates will be decided." We didn't say a word until we got into the car. At least that hadn't changed. Jack's - or rather Jackie's - car was still an aging Chevy, but it was now uncannily clean. Apparently Jackie was neater than Jack had been. "Ouch!" Jackie yelled when she plopped down behind the wheel. "What did I just sit on?" "A purse," I told her with a sigh, looking in the back seat where I had been sitting before. "I've got one, too." "So do I," Darla chimed in. "Oh great," Jackie muttered, pulling the purse out from under her expanded rear. "Just what I've always wanted. It looks like we're the Former Boy's Club now." "What are we going to do?" Darla moaned. "Well, the first thing we're going to do is get something to eat," Jackie said. Some things never changed. We were back at the Burger King once more, but things had really changed. As boys, we had been pretty much ignored. Only our friends would acknowledge our existence. But as good looking girls, everyone wanted to be noticed by us. Fellow students who barely knew our (old) names would cheerfully wave and try to chat with us. The guy behind the counter even tried to make a date with Jackie. Failing that, he tried with me. Fat chance, I thought, but I got him off my case by telling him I was going steady with a karate black belt. "This isn't going to work," Darla said, hunching over a Coke. She took a sip. "Ugh! This Coke is too sweet." "Try mine," Jackie said. "It's better," Darla replied after a sip. "What is it?" "It's Diet Coke," Jackie sighed. "I suspect our tastes have changed, too." "You mean we'll have to eat like girls, too?" Darla asked, shocked. "Nothing but diet drinks and salad?" "Could be," I said. I was drinking iced tea. Coke hadn't sounded good to me. In fact, nothing much on the menu had sounded very good to me, but I suspected I was just upset at having my entire life turned upside down. Then I noticed that none of us - even Jackie - had bothered to get any food. "I thought you were hungry," I remarked to Jackie. "I thought I was, too," she sighed, "but when we walked in, nothing smelled right. It smelled... I don't know. Greasy, I guess." "This isn't starting out well," I concluded, looking around to make sure there was no one within earshot. If the changes in our bodies produced changes in our preferences, where would it all end. Did it mean we would also prefer guys? I shuddered at the thought. No way, man. "Oh my god!" Darla interjected. "Look at this." She had opened her purse. In her hand, she held two items. The first was a driver's license made out to Darla Jean Pool. The picture was the typical bad DMV photo, but it showed a photo of the girl Darren had become, a bright happy smile on her face. The other item was even more disturbing. It showed Darla standing next to her parents and her older brother. At least I presumed that's who they were. They looked something like Darren's family, but they were all black. "The bitch changed my whole family!" she cried. "Well what did you expect?" Jackie asked, examining her own purse. "Did you figure you would be adopted by a white family?" "I didn't know what to expect," she cried. "But I didn't expect this." "Look at your purse, Adam - I mean Amanda," Jackie suggested. I opened it as if it contained a bomb set to go off. I had no idea what I looked like, except for the auburn hair. Maybe I was the ugly duckling. It was bad enough to be a girl, but an ugly one... The picture on my driver's license didn't totally reassure me. It showed a girl with eyes too big and a sort of buck toothed grin. "Let me see," Jackie said, grabbing it out of my hand. She stared at it for a moment and laughed. "What's so funny?" I demanded petulantly. "This picture!" Jackie laughed. "It's terrible." "Okay," I grumped. "So I'm not attractive. So what?" "Are you kidding?" Darla asked. "You're really very cute." She looked at the picture. "Ooh, I see what you mean. Take it from me, that's just a terrible picture. With that reddish brown hair of yours and those emerald green eyes, you'll have to beat off boys with a stick." "Do you really think so?" I asked to my own surprise. What should I care about what boys thought about me? "Let's face it," Jackie said. "We're all dolls. Now look, we've got to come up with a plan or we'll be in tit city for the rest of our lives." She was right about that. Darla and I both gave her a nod of agreement. "Okay," she said. "Now each of us has got to learn how to fit in as girls for the next few weeks. I don't feel any magical knowledge about makeup or periods, do you?" Darla and I shook our heads. "Then we've got to learn. I'll go buy a couple of books tomorrow at the mall, and we can meet at... Amanda's house about two. That will give us a chance to make sure we're acting the part." "But why should we act the part?" Darla wanted to know. "Because, my Nubian princess, if we don't act normal, we won't have a chance at getting our real lives back. Don't you remember what Loretta told us? Either we spend the next seven weeks acting like girls or we'll be acting like them for the rest of our lives." "Okay," I agreed, "but I don't plan to start dating boys." "You may have to," Jackie said. "Why?" Darla and I demanded to know. "Look, we can't have sex, and I don't think any of us particularly want to have sex as girls, but we're good looking girls and good looking girls go on dates. It's part of being who we are now. Got that?" Darla and I reluctantly agreed. "Okay," Jackie said when she realized she had us convinced. "Now let's get out of here before some guys come in and try to take us to the party." I never felt so alone in my life as I did when I saw my two transformed best friends driving away from my house. In a matter of seconds, I would have to face my family. Oh, I knew they would all find nothing odd about me. To them, I would be Amanda Sue James, just like it said on my driver's license. But when Jackie and Darla were with me, we had each other. Misery really does love company. Now, I was alone. "Hello, princess," my father called out cheerfully to me from the den when I opened the front door. "It's only ten o'clock. Was the party dull?" "Oh... uh... yes it was," I managed. "I'm a little tired, too." "It's not time for your period yet, is it, dear?" my mother asked. Oh dear god. "Uh... no, mom." At least I hoped it wasn't. I hadn't even thought about that yet. "Well, I'm glad you got home early," she said. "You told me you had a lot of studying to do tomorrow." Studying? Well, I had a History quiz, but I had been cruising in that class with a solid C. I hadn't even brought my book home. And as for Algebra, I had an open second period where I could go to the library and get that done - if I could figure it out. I had really planned to copy from Darren's paper. He was good at Algebra. But then I remembered that I was now Amanda Sue James - Super Student. I was sure I would find all of my books neatly stacked in my room. If I ever planned to be Adam James again, I would have to start taking my classes seriously. "Right, mom. I think I'll start on it now. The guy - girls are coming over tomorrow afternoon." "Okay, dear." Apparently "the girls" were more popular around the house than "the guys" were. Mom usually got uptight about having Darren and Jack around all afternoon. There was no time like the present to turn over a new leaf, I thought, mixing metaphors. I took a moment to examine my room. As I had expected, it was now a girl's room, so feminine I could have barfed. Plus it was neat and clean. Apparently Amanda was much neater than Adam. With trepidation I looked at myself in the full-length mirror that hadn't been there before. Jackie was right. I was a doll, just like she and Darla. I fell short of true beauty, but I was well beyond cute. Fair skin, auburn hair and an attractive figure combined to make me a delicious dish of femininity. I had the look of an attractive professional woman in training. My clothes were stylish but relatively conservative, and my makeup enhanced my looks without making me look cheap. I was the proverbial girl next door. Thank god the only boy who really lived next door was only twelve. Even at that, I sighed, he probably had a crush on me. I decided to get ready for bed and study for awhile. Of course that meant getting undressed, and I wasn't looking forward to that. Still, I had to do it some time. It might as well be now, I thought to myself. I locked myself in the bathroom with the least feminine pair of pajamas I could find. They were pink, but didn't have the frills that most of the other pajamas had. And as for night gowns... well, I couldn't even bring myself to think about that. I carefully washed off the makeup as I had seen my sister do so many times before. Then I tried in vain to tie my long hair into something resembling a ponytail. I would just have to go to bed with it loose. At least, I thought, I would now be able to get even with my sister for hogging the bathroom. Of course, she wouldn't realize the irony of the situation. I had to examine my body - even touch it in a few sensitive places. Hey, I was a child of the nineties and we had a satellite dish. I had seen all the soft porn stuff late at night after my parents had gone to bed. I realized what I would need to do to get myself off, but I had no intention of doing so. Loretta had said no sex with guys, but I didn't want to get started down any road marked "female sex." I was afraid today it would be masturbation, and tomorrow it would be... No, don't go there. I just wanted to... well, see if it was all real. I stood naked in front of the mirror, thinking sadly to myself what I would have given to get this good a view of an attractive girl just a few hours before. Well, be careful what you wish for. I was all girl, and all attractive girl. Although not perfect, since I had the small moles and other imperfections everyone has, my skin was soft and smooth. My figure was very nice, and I could see I had the sort of hips which would sway provocatively in heels and a tight skirt. My legs were firm without being too athletic, and there was no trace of stubble on them. Either I had just shaved them in this reality or I didn't have much hair. Come to think of it, I didn't have an excessive amount of hair on my legs when I was male. I tried not to look too much at my ample breasts, and the bushy triangle between my legs merely gave me a feeling of great loss. I wondered if Darla and Jackie were giving themselves similar examinations. I was sure if they weren't, they soon would be. I tentatively touched my nipples. As promised, they were very sensitive. I could see why the soft fabric of a bra was required for them. I bashfully slipped a finger into my pubic area (I refused to think of it as a cunt, box, pussy, or any of the other things I had learned to call it in my male life) and felt the yielding lips of my vagina. There was a clitoris buried in there, I realized. Did it really work as advertised? I was too frightened to find out. I pulled my hand away, remembering the prohibition on sex. I was determined to get my male form back, and if that meant no sex, then there was no sense in getting myself all worked up. I might find that I liked it. Then where would I be? I'd save self- experimentation until I was about ready to be changed back. Then, by the time I discovered that I liked it, I would nearly be male again. Washed, teeth brushed, and pajamas on, I settled in for a night of studying at my now feminized desk. As I pored over the American History text, I mused over the fact that I had not expected to spend my last Halloween in high school cracking the books. Well, I suppose if I had spent the entire evening studying, I wouldn't be in the fix I found myself in. "Hello, Little Sister." I looked up at the clock. I had been studying for almost two hours. Then I looked at Nancy. "Hi, I didn't hear you come in." "I tried to be quiet," she explained. "Mom and dad are in bed. How's the studying going?" "Okay," I sighed, "but I'm getting a little tired of it. I think I'll go to bed." "Aren't you going to do something about your hair? It will be a mess in the morning if you go to bed that way." "Oh, sure," I lied. "I'll take care of it. Good night." Nancy didn't leave. Instead she sat down on my bed and patted the covers for me to sit beside her. "It's been a long time since we had a sister to sister chat," she remarked. It certainly had been a long time - like forever. In fact, we really never had brother-sister chats. Like many siblings of the opposite sex, we weren't terribly close. It wasn't that we didn't like each other; it was just that we didn't have a lot in common. Nancy was an industrious person and a good student. She was two years older than me and was attending college partially on scholarships. I was, if the truth be known, a little on the lazy side and would be lucky as Adam to even be able to get into college. Obediently I sat down beside her. I supposed that if I was to succeed in winning back my masculinity, I would have to be more like my sister. At least as far as everyone was now concerned, I already was. I would just have to continue doing what I supposedly had already been doing. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked pleasantly. "Oh, all sorts of things," she said. "How are your classes going?" "Fine," I replied noncommittally. "Any boyfriends?" "No, not right now." Where was she going with all of this? "Bought any new clothes lately? Tried any new makeup?" "No and no. What's this all about, Nancy?" Her benign look faded into more of a devilish grin. "Soaped any good windows lately?" My heart stopped. "You know!" She gave me a wider grin. "Yes, I know. How does it feel to be my little sister?" A hundred questions came into my mind at once, but none of them passed my lips. I felt like such a fool. It was bad enough to have the rest of the world see me as a girl, but the rest of the world thought I had always been a girl. My sister knew who I really was. "But... but how?" "How did I know?" I nodded my head. "Remember, I warned you not to go out to the Bancroft place?" she asked. "Sure," I replied, "but how could you have known what was going to happen to us out there?" "I didn't know exactly what would happen," she admitted. "I just knew if you ticked Loretta off, you wouldn't be coming home as my little brother, if you came home at all. What she did to you was actually a pretty mild punishment. She is probably the greatest witch in the country, if not in the world. You're lucky you and your friends aren't out catching flies on a lily pad someplace." "You seem to know a lot about her," I said, my eyes narrowing. She was silent for a minute; then replied, "Of course I do. She spoke to one of my college classes last year, and I'm one of the members of her coven." I moved away from my sister. "You're a witch, too?" "In training," she clarified. "I'm not much at doing spells yet and probably won't be for years. Still, Loretta says I have a lot of potential." "I thought she was retired." "She is," Nancy confirmed. "At least, from her business career. She sold out and came out here to manage the family property and do a little consulting and teaching. Of course she's worth millions. Wait a minute. You don't have the foggiest idea who she is, do you?" "Should I?" "She was one of the top businesswomen in the country. She was president of Luxuria Cosmetics. You've heard of them, of course." I shook my head. "Afraid not." "Well, you will now," she smiled ironically. "I'll bet half your new cosmetics are Luxuria." "That's great," I muttered. "I get turned into a girl and my sister is her partner." Nancy put an arm around me. "Look, tell me what happened. Maybe I can help." I told her everything that had happened earlier that night. A couple of times, I almost broke down and cried, which was odd, because I hadn't cried since the fifth grade. I had a sneaky hunch it was my new hormones rising to the surface. When I had finished, my sister looked at me sympathetically. "She didn't make it easy for you guys, did she?" "No," I said, trying to keep my voice from quaking. "So you have to play your parts and excel at your tasks or you're girls forever?" "That's right." She shrugged. "I don't know what you guys are upset about. I like being a girl. You might, too. I don't think I'd want to be a boy. It's too much work. You might decide you like it this way." I threw myself back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Oh, sure, this is a lot of fun. I get to wear greasy makeup, spend hours on my hair, dress in frilly clothes, have periods and maybe babies someday, and put up with fending off guys I used to play baseball with." "Well, at least I can make life a little easier for you and your friends. When they come over here tomorrow, I'll teach you guys all the things your mothers never taught you. At least I can help you act like girls." I sat up, feeling a little hopeful for the first time since my transformation. "You'd do that for us?" She smiled. "Of course, Little Sister. Now let's get that hair of yours tied up so you can go to bed." *** "Amanda, wake up!" Light filtered into my closed eyes. Who the hell was Amanda? Oh, that's right, I realized. I'm Amanda. So it hadn't been just a bad dream after all. Slowly I sat up, disgusted with the feeling of the shifting weight on my chest. To make it worse, I had to go to the bathroom, but the feeling was more intense than I had ever felt in my life. Rather than the insistent feeling I was used to as a male, the entire area between my legs was insisting I go to the bathroom. I now regretted going to bed the night before without relieving myself. It just made the urge all the more insistent in the morning, but I had been revolted at the need to squat to pee the night before. I hoped I had good control of those muscles there, because it felt like I was going to go in my pajamas. What seemed like a gallon later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed again. Nancy popped in the door. "Come on, Little Sister, mom and dad want us to go to church with them." I looked at the clock. It was only seven thirty. "But church isn't until ten thirty," I argued. "That's right," she agreed, "but you're a girl now, remember? That means you're going to need some extra time to get ready. Besides, I'll have to help you with makeup and everything, so come on. Get going!" "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I growled. "In a word - yes," she admitted with a smile. "But remember, this is going to take a lot of time since it's your first time getting ready as a girl." She was right. It took me at least twice as long to shower and get ready. Of course I had to get Nancy's advice a couple of times on how to wash, and she taught me how to shave the stubble that was already forming under my arms and on my legs. We both ended up eating breakfast in our robes rather than chance getting something on our dresses before church. It was very weird to have breakfast with my family. No one, even Nancy, acted as if there were anything out of the ordinary. Of course Nancy did have to send me a couple of nonverbal signals when I did something out of female character. It was extra hard because my mother had always been determined that her daughter be a "young lady" at all times - proper etiquette, no swearing, sitting right, and so on. That hadn't applied to Adam, since I was my father's responsibility, and dad had never had the world's best table manners. But now as Amanda, I fell under my mother's influence. "Get your elbows off the table, young lady," she commanded as I sat over my breakfast. "I tried to warn you," Nancy silently mouthed. So that's what she meant when she made a circular motion with her elbow. I had heard enough of my mother's admonishments of Nancy through the years to understand what was expected of me. Still, it was hard not to act like Adam. I noticed wistfully that my father had his elbows on the table and mother never said a word. I felt a momentary pang of sympathy for Nancy who had been under mother's influence all her life while I was able to do what I pleased - or so it must have seemed to her. After breakfast, I found Nancy, although willing to help me get through my ordeal, was not above playing a joke or two on me. "Here, wear this," she said, handing me a dress which seemed to be a silky pink material with white lace in every imaginable place. "I can't wear this," I told her. "It makes me look like a... a..." "Girl?" "Well, yes." "But it's mom's favorite. It will get her off your back for awhile." "Oh, all right," I agreed reluctantly. A short time later, I was in the dress, complete with white nylons and pink one-inch heels. Nancy was putting the finishing touches on me when mom came in. "Amanda, I'm surprised to see you wearing that dress that Aunt Lynne got you. I thought we both agreed it was a little too frilly for you. You look as if you were twelve years old." When mom left, I shot Nancy an angry glance. "I thought you said she would like this." "Well, I just thought you might like to revel in your new girlhood," Nancy laughed. "Besides, it does look darling on you." "I just hope none of my old friends see me in this," I muttered. I would have changed, but it was too late. Of course all my old friends did see me in it. Girls that I had lusted over all my high school life came up to me to tell me how "cute" I looked. And the boys... well, let's just say that they acted like boys around a cute girl and leave it at that. I was relieved when services began. One oddly pleasant surprise was my singing voice. I had never had much of a voice as a boy. For the most part, I had been a tenor with a very limited range. My female persona had a very fine soprano voice though, and I found myself looking forward to the hymns. When services were over, I hoped my parents would hustle us off to the car and I could get home and slip into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. It wouldn't exactly make me feel male again, but it might make me feel less like a walking talking Barbie doll. No such luck, though. My parents ran into some friends and my sister started talking to an old friend she hadn't seen since high school. That left me standing there looking like Little Girl Lost. I hoped that nobody would notice me. Fat chance with my looks. "Hi, Amanda!" I recognized the voice and tried hard not to cringe as I turned around to face Robbie Miller. Robbie occasionally chummed around with Darren, Jack and me. He was on the football team with us, but unlike the rest of us, he was a starting halfback. I guess even as a guy I would have to say I knew he was good looking with short blonde hair and a build that came from lifting weights for an hour every night. What I wasn't prepared for was how my Amanda persona would size him up. He was handsome. I'm sorry, but there's no better word for it. I felt like some sort of a pervert, smiling involuntarily at his handsome face and feeling an odd sensation which in the depths of my being I recognized as sexual attraction. I kept trying to tell myself that it was just all the female hormones that filtered my perception, but it did no good. Just my luck. I was becoming somehow attracted to the first boy to really come up and talk to me. "You really look hot today," he told me. I'm sure I blushed a little in spite of myself. "Thanks, Robbie. You look nice, too." He did, too, I had to admit. He was wearing a nice Navy blue sport coat and looked like a high school winner. It was a shame, I realized, that his grade point was even lower than my old one had been. "Hey," he began, "some of us are going into Kansas City to catch a movie. You want to come with?" I shook my head, remembering my meeting with my friends at two. "Gee, I'm sorry, Robbie, but I've got a study date set up today. Maybe next time, okay?" "It seems like you're always studying," he said, trying not to sound disappointed. "Hey, I was just thinking. You know, we've got a big Algebra test coming up next Friday. Could you give me a little help?" "Well..." "Oh, come on," he pleaded. "You've got a good grade in there. The coach said if I didn't get at least a C on that exam, he'd bench me. The Raytown game is coming up. You wouldn't want me to miss it, would you?" Actually I was going to have to book it pretty hard to get my A in Algebra. There's usually no better way to learn something than to have to teach it. I supposed one study session with Robbie wouldn't hurt. But just one. I wanted to stay as far away from boys as I could. If my body was going to get turned on every time a good looking guy said hello, I was going to have to be careful, and I had to admit, staring at Robbie was stimulating in a disturbing sort of way. It figured that Loretta would have put a healthy dose of attraction to the opposite sex in our makeup. That made the prohibition on sex a little tougher than I would have liked. "Okay, Robbie. Come on over tomorrow after school. We can study until dinner." He rewarded me with a wide grin. "Great! I'll see you then." Now what had I gotten myself into? I wondered. Well, Robbie had always been a friend, if not a close one. I'd just help him with Algebra and send him on his way. I couldn't afford any emotional attachments to boys even if I wanted to, which of course I didn't. Once home, I pulled off my dress and nylons and got into the jeans and sweatshirt I had promised myself. The sweatshirt made me feel almost normal, but the jeans did nothing to make me feel less feminine. Granted, it was nice to not be showing off my legs, but I found to my chagrin that girl's jeans aren't loose and comfortable. Instead they're uncomfortably tight over the ass and ride higher on the waist. At least the tennis shoes felt right, even if the laces were pink. I used the time after lunch to start studying Algebra. If I was going to have to coach Robbie, I had a lot of catching up to do since as Adam, I was practically flunking the course. To my amazement, it wasn't too difficult. I was starting to realize that I had always had the intelligence to get good grades, but had simply never applied myself. Maybe some good would come out of this after all. I wondered if I could talk Loretta into leaving my grade point high if - when - she changed me back. When, when, when - not if. I had to think positively. I could do it. I could get my real life back. Darla and Jackie arrived together, right at two, dressed much as I was. They greeted my parents with a smile and some happy talk. Then they both came to me and to my surprise each gave me a big hug. There were grins on their faces as they cheerfully said, "Hi, Amanda!" I could see they had cooked up this girlish greeting just to annoy me. It worked, but I didn't let on. I just played along. "Oh, your room is just so pretty!" Darla gasped theatrically as the girls followed me into my room. "Okay," I growled, "knock it off, guys." Darla and Jackie laughed together. In a few seconds, I was laughing with them. We told each other stories of our first few hours as girls, but I told them nothing about Nancy's offer of help. I wanted that to be a surprise. I did tell them about church, and with a little prodding, I even told them about Robbie. This started the girlish prattle again. "Oh, Amanda," Jackie said, "you're just so lucky. Robbie is such a hunk!" For emphasis, she batted her considerable eyelashes, then laughed loudly. "Laugh it up," I told her. "It's only a matter of time until the guys are sniffing around the back of your skirt." Darla thought this was funny. "They already have. We stopped off for lunch at that salad place, Greens, on the way over. Jason Morley hit on her." That got a big laugh from me. Jason was starting quarterback on the football team and thought he was God's gift to women. "Maybe I'll really go out with him," Jackie ventured. "I'll get him all hot and then tell him I'm not that kind of a girl." "And maybe Jason will be too fast for you," I pointed out. "Remember the old joke about the girl who talked so slowly that before she could say she wasn't that kind of a girl, she was." Jackie grinned. "You know, I almost hate to admit it to you guys, but it might be kind of fun to try. I had a lot of fun during my shower this morning." I hadn't known a black person could be seen to blush, but Darla did, and I found my face a little flushed, too. Jackie looked at us with surprise. "You mean you guys didn't...?" Darla and I shook our heads. I don't know what had gone through Darla's mind, but I had just been too overwhelmed by the whole experience of becoming a girl. I hadn't had time to experiment, and frankly, I was a little afraid to do so.. Was I curious? Of course I was. I wasn't a virgin, but only barely. I knew Darla when she was Darren had managed to get a little, too. But it was Jack who had been the most sexually active of our trio. Apparently there were some traits that were passed through with the sex change. "No, I didn't," I admitted. "Me, too," Darla added. "Look, Jackie," I began, seeing the confused look on her face, "I'm sure we'll get around to... experimenting eventually, but remember what Loretta told us. If we have sex in these bodies, we're stuck like this forever. Do you want to be a girl for the rest of your life?" "Of course not!" she replied indignantly. "Then we'd better keep the conditions of our curse in mind," I said. Jackie and Darla nodded solemnly. Darla broke the dark mood with, "So who called this meeting anyway?" "I guess I did," Jackie said, sitting in my desk chair while Darla and I sat next to each other on the bed. "I thought we should talk about what we can do to get our real lives back. I'm sure that witch plans for us to fail. I for one don't want to fail. Do you guys agree?" We nodded our heads. "Then we have to learn how to be girls before we do anything else." I smiled. "I can help there. I have a secret weapon." My friends looked at me in confusion. "Nancy!" I called sweetly. I told them briefly of Nancy's involvement with Loretta. They listened with keen interest, even asking her a couple of questions. When I had finished, Nancy spent over an hour with us, critically examining our hair and makeup and telling us all the things we would have learned from our mothers if we had actually been born female. I could have kissed her for all of her help. In fact, I did give her a very sisterly hug as she left to get ready for her date. When she was gone, Darla threw herself back on my bed and groaned, "There's so much to keep track of. I never realized girls had it so bad." "Tell me about it," Jackie said. "It took me an hour to get ready to come over here today, and Nancy said I didn't do the makeup or my hair right. I don't even want to think how long it would take to really get dressed up." "A long time," I told her. "I had to go to church today in a dress and I had Nancy helping me. It still took forever." "Look, guys, let's make a deal," Darla said. "We wear pants all the time." Jackie and I voiced our agreement. Of course we would still have to do