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The Bet By ROBO ([email protected]) & ERIC ([email protected]) It was difficult being a witch, thought Gwen; it's hard enough just being a 17 year old girl with a bratty 16 year old brother! She didn't dare tell anybody, and the secret was hard to keep. In the midst of her musing came a knock on her door. "Gwen, can I please talk to you?" She made a face at hearing his voice. God, what had she ever done to deserve a brother like Stan? Gwen hid her books on Familiars and Advanced Spells, and unlocked her door. "Well?" she asked her brother. Stan stared at his sister. Even though he was bigger now and on the basketball team, she had always intimidated him. But he gathered his courage and asked the lovely blonde, "I need your help! I have a tremendous crush on Cindy, but she ignores me!" "So...she has good taste! You're a jerk!" He flushed. "Look, lets cut the brother and sister sibling crap. You're one of the most popular girls at school, but you treat me badly, so the other girls follow your lead. If you would let me hang around with you on Saturday..." "AS IF!" she said, cutting in, but he continued, "I would gain acceptance, and maybe Cindy would go out with me. She is such a babe." "Forget it." "I bet I know something you don't want me to know!" Gwen stopped herself from slamming the door, her curiosity aroused. "What, dork head?" "If I do, and promise not to tell anyone - will you promise me to let me hang around with you and your friends all day Saturday?" "Okay, but what if you lose?" "I will do your chores for a month." Gwen grinned. "And I decide?" Stan nodded his own blonde head. At 6'3", he was 7" taller than her 5'8". 'What a sucker bet!' thought Gwen, already imagining how great it would be to not wash dishes or clean bathrooms for a month! "I know you're a witch!" Stan blurted. "I saw you naked in the basement in a pentagram, chanting with a picture of Bud. The next day, that macho ass hole, who had pinched your bottom, was caught in the locker room wearing panties and a bra. He had to leave school. Nobody believed him when he said he didn't put them on, and had no idea how they got there." Gwen's blood chilled. She couldn't believe that he knew her most private secret. "I guess you won the bet! Okay, Saturday you can hang out with us! But first, you have to swear on my book of spells that you will never tell anybody that I am a witch! It will hold you to your promise." "Okay, but you have to swear on the same book that you will let me hang out with you all day Saturday!" So they each swore. Stan was so excited. He dreamed of Cindy as his girl. Gwen was dreading Saturday. How would she ever explain to her friends why her brother was tagging along. Friday at school, Gwen's friend Lori came up all in tears. Lori was a very beautiful girl from a very well to do family, but she was always in trouble for one thing or another. She was always rebelling against her mother's desire to turn her into a lady, and was still a tomboy and pretty wild! She was about 5"4" with a great figure, and striking violet eyes and midnight black hair. Gwen thought she could be the prettiest girl in school if she worked at it - If she would jazz up her clothes, wear make up, and walk more gracefully. "My folks are moving, and I am losing all my friends! They're going to send me to some strict, private, all girls finishing school; the place doesn't even allow phone calls! They want to turn me into a simpering fucking LADY!" Lori sobbed. "It will be like being in prison. What am I gonna do?" she cried bitterly. "I feel like running away!" "Gee, I'm sorry Lori!" Gwen was tempted to use magic to help her, but she decided against it. Partly because Lori would find out, and partly because she really didn't know what even her magic could do to help. Magic couldn't make someone do something against free will. "Tell the other girls," Lori continued, "that I won't be able to make it Saturday, as my folks and I are leaving on the 2 o'clock plane, and they won't let me out of the house on Saturday! They're monsters! I wish I were dead!" Gwen went about the task of soothing her friend. That night, Gwen was sitting thinking about Lori, and then about losing her bet with Stan. The next morning, she woke up with a sinister smile on her face. Maybe there was a way to have Stan tag along, and not have the other girls even know. Stan came into her room all excited. Today was the day! He was finally going to make progress with Cindy, and be accepted by all the cool kids in school! Suddenly, he felt paralyzed and funny. He saw his sister chanting in front of a mirror, and three red candles and a girl's picture in the center of a red circle. The room went dark. When Stan regained consciousness, he was lying on the floor. He felt weird, sort of like wearing uncomfortable clothes, only a more severe feeling. What the fuck had his sister the witch done to him? Stan stood up and his clothes practically fell off. Gwen was grinning at him. He turned to the mirror. In it was the image of Lori Carmichael, with her violet eyes staring horrified back at him. "Now you are one of the 'cool kids' bro!" laughed Gwen gloatingly. "How do you like it?" "Give me back my body, you witch!" he screamed, in a high pitched voice, and quickly slapped his delicate hand over his mouth, shocked at the voice which came out of it. He tried to punch her head in, but now she was bigger, stronger, and also knew her body, and just contemptuously hurled him onto the bed. Stan found himself crying. "You broke your promise!" "WRONG! I promised to let you hang out with me all day, and now you will, but as Lori. If I let my brother tag along, I would look like an idiot. This way, no one will ever know." "You stupid bitch, what's going to happen when the real Lori shows up? How are you gonna explain that?" "WRONG! As usual, dork head! Her folks are taking her out of town today, and won't let her leave the house until they do. So you will take her place today. But you had better not do anything weird while in her body; I don't want you taking advantage of the situation." The lovely face that Stan was now using looked thoughtful. "Humm!" "You'd better not be thinking anything perverted!" snarled Gwen. "But what if they guess that I'm not Lori?" asked Stan. "Get real! They wouldn't even believe you if you outright told them that you were Stan! Any oddities will be put down as being caused by the fact that you are leaving town and your friends. They will be extra nice to you. After all, who else could you be than Lori?" she said with a smile. "And after the day is over, you will change me back, right?" asked Stan. "Of course! Hey, I may be a witch, but I am not a bad person, and you are, God help me, my brother. Look, this picture was once of Lori." He looked - it was now a picture of him! "Your repulsive body is stored here! When we get back, I will reverse the procedure." "Okay, then!" said a very relieved Stan. Who would want to be a GIRL forever? "We've got to get you dressed. You can wear some of my clothes, as she had some of the same outfits as me." Gwen wanted to make Stan wear a skirt, but he refused, and then she made fun of him by telling him that he was acting just like Lori. In the end, Stan was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with "girl power" on the front. He was also wearing a bra and panties and some running shoes with pink laces. He felt foolish, but when he looked in the mirror, he had to admit he did look exactly like Lori. Outside the window, the real Lori had watched in wonder and amazement. Gwen was a witch! She had turned her brother Stan into a duplicate of her! Lori's mind was in a whirl. It was bad enough that she had run away from home, and desperately had come here, figuring that maybe Gwen would hide her - then to see someone turned into herself! Then she found out Stan was going to impersonate her with all her friends at the Mall! Lori's head was swimming. She sat down, trying to think things over, and then she got a plan! At first, Stan could not get over feeling that at any minute he would be discovered! That the girls would point fingers at him and laugh! But everybody accepted him as Lori, and he got hugs and kisses from all the girls. It was pretty cool; they were all fooled. Most of the talk he found really stupid - like Jan should never wear purple, and can you believe how dowdy Mrs. Johnston is! And the new girl Amy - she really needs to do something about the size of her hips before the school has to give her two chairs! At first, Stan just kept his mouth shut, but getting some guts, with great daring he asked Cindy what she thought of Gwen's brother, Stan. The pretty redhead shrugged, and Stan tried not to look at her great tits. "He's kinda of cute and is on the basketball team, but he's too uncool for me." "What do you mean?" asked a crushed Stan. She wrinkled her cute freckled nose. "Oh, he's always staring at my breasts, and then he gets so tongue tied and tangled when he talks to me - also, he just hangs around me like a lost puppy. He needs to be more like a man - more confident - not like a little kid! Stan has all the conversational skills of a wet paper sack!" Stan kept Lori's face smiling, but his mind was working furiously. God, was he really that bad? No wonder Cindy didn't want to date him. He made a few notes, and stuffed them in her - his - pocket. They all then went into the shoe store, and the clerks groaned when they saw them coming. "You girls aren't going to come in here again, try on twenty shoes each, and only buy one pair between the 6 of you. Two pair each maximum!" said the manager. Boy did they complain, and loudly. "We'll take our business elsewhere, thank you!" But of course, they didn't - grumbling about only 2 pair each - they made their selections, and Stan had to as well. He picked some flats and a pair of running shoes. The other girls just jumped down his throat. "You've got to be more feminine, Lori! You'll never get a guy, acting like a boy!" Since Stan had no desire to get or trap a guy, he just grinned, but Gwen had other ideas. Laughing, she made him try on some 4-inch spike heels, and he almost fell off them. But he had to admit they made his sexy legs look great! Then they went into the store Stan had dreaded - GIRL'S PANTIES AND BRA'S! Stan felt like running for his life! Gwen took great delight in embarrassing him! She made him try on all kinds of frilly stuff, and told him he looked darling in it! 'I'm going to get her for this!' he vowed. Then he saw Cindy go into a changing room, and thought this was his chance to see her naked! He grabbed a nightgown, and dashed in after her. Cindy looked up, and said, "All the other dressing rooms full?" Stan nodded his lovely head, thinking, 'This was great! She had no top on!' And her tits were even better than he hoped. "You have great breasts, Cindy." "Thanks, Lori, but I sure wish I had your skin! What to trade?" That made Stan laugh. Cindy sighed, "I HATE my freckles! I really do wish I had such smooth, creamy skin, like you do!" Stan blushed a little and giggled, as he stared in the mirror. He must admit it, Lori was a real beauty. Those violet eyes were to die for, and the hair was like midnight. "I'll help you undress," said Cindy cheerfully. "I think you picked a great nightgown - it will really show off your hair," she giggled. "Got a guy in mind you want to see you in it?" Stan found himself giggling back. He didn't get the thrill he expected, having Cindy touch him, or in him touching Cindy. Bummer! 'Just have to wait until I get my real body back!' he vowed. To add insult to injury, when he got out, his sister was glaring at him like he had just voted for Sadam Hussein! After trying on clothes all morning, they stopped to have lunch. Stan got up and said, "I have to powder my nose," with a giggle. Gwen said, "I'll join you," and they both went to the bathroom together as girls often do. After they got in the door, Gwen said, "What the hell were you doing in the changing room with Cindy? I told you not to take advantage of the situation, or act weird!" Stan smiled and said, "We were just doing girl stuff. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pee." Gwen frowned, and said, "Well, okay, but no more funny stuff!" Gwen left the room, and Stan went into a stall and sat down to pee. It was odd. The urge to pee felt the same, but the act of peeing as a girl was definitely different. The one thing that worried Stan was that Lori's body no longer felt that strange any more. He was getting used to it, and he didn't like that idea. When this day was over, he would be glad to have his male body back again, as he had no desire to be a girl any longer than one day. Stan wiped himself, spent a moment exploring his female parts, and then left the stall. He hadn't gone more than two steps before he was hit over the head with a piece of pipe and knocked out. The 'real' Lori had been hiding in the adjacent stall, and she now stood looking down at her exact twin, and said, "Sorry, Stan, but better you than me!" It was eerie, looking at her own body - Stan was an exact duplicate of her in every detail! She pulled Stan into a stall. Rapidly, she stripped Stan naked and undressed herself. She then put on the clothes Stan had been wearing, which were far more comfortable than what her mother had forced her to wear that day. She then put her bra, panties and pantyhose on Stan, and then her short black skirt and a pink silk blouse and her 2" pumps. She then checked in the hall to make sure it was clear, and dragged the unconscious Stan out the emergency door and into the alley. She draped her purse over his shoulder and smiled. "Good-bye, LORI, everyone's going to miss you around here!" she said, thinking of how this was the perfect solution to her problem. Lori hurried back into the mall, and called 911 on a pay phone to report an unconscious girl in the alley. When Lori got back to the table with the other girls, one said, "Gee, Lori, you certainly take your time, don't you." Lori replied, "Well, I had some things to sort out, but they're all fixed now." Gwen leaned over and said, "You'd better not have been doing any funny stuff in there!" Lori smiled, and said, "Just girl stuff." "That can cover a large territory, 'Lori'!" But Gwen was surprised. Her brother seemed to relax and fit right in, chattering away and no more funny stuff. She almost liked him. Stan was disoriented, and still dazed. As he slowly regained consciousness, he could see police and paramedics running around, and a policewoman saying, "You're okay, Lori, just a bump on the head." Stan looked at her puzzled, and said, "Lori?" The policewoman said, "That's your name, isn't it? We looked at your ID in your purse." Then it all started coming back to Stan, his sister the witch, the bet, and his current appearance. Stan got up, still a little shaky, and said, "I'll be all right, Officer, I'm just a little shaken up, I had better get home." The Officer grabbed her arm firmly and said, "Don't try to hustle me, Missy, we have already contacted your parents, as they reported you as a runaway. We found out when we checked your ID." The Officer handed Stan a purse. He was stunned, he didn't bring a purse, he didn't have Lori's ID, what the hell was going on? As Stan was trying to figure out what had happened, an icy looking woman staring accusingly at him approached. Beside her stood a tall, stern looking man with a perpetually sour expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't get it out, as the woman spoke first. "Well, young lady, I hope you are satisfied! You've had me and your father worried sick!" Stan was mortified; Lori's parents thought he was the real Lori. The last thing Stan could remember was being at the mall, and Lori was supposed to be on the way to the airport with her folks! He looked down at himself, and received a distinct shock. He was wearing a short black skirt and a pink silk blouse and 2" high-heeled shoes and panty hose! 'What the hell,' thought Stan, 'these aren't the clothes I was wearing! What is going on here? Somehow, I have taken the real Lori's place! I have talk to my sister, she can fix this - I hope! Obviously, something went wrong with the spell.' Lori's mother then grabbed him by the arm, and thanked the Officer. She then said, "Now come along, young lady, we still have time to catch our flight." Dazed and confused, Stan blurted, "But you don't understand!" "No, its you who doesn't understand," said the angry mother. "We know what's best for you! You've got to learn to be a proper lady; our family has a social position to uphold. Public school was a mistake; you are acting just like your rowdy friends. This incident was the last straw. We have made our decision, and you are going to attend a special Private School in England that we discussed. They will teach you to be a lady, instead of a Tom Boy!" "ENGLAND!" screeched Stan, as he was escorted by Lori's mother to their car and roughly pushed inside. "Yes, England!" said her mother, "We were only considering it before, but after your running away, your father and I have decided that this will be best for you. You have to settle down and become a proper young lady. As a child, you were always a tomboy, and we had hoped you'd outgrow it, but you didn't. So now we have to take this extreme measure to help you become the elegant lady you should be. It's for the best, Lori! Your father agrees with me - don't you, Edgar?" As the father opened his mouth, the mother said, "These are your father's instructions - you are not to leave our sight until you are safely in school!" The father looked sheepish, but nodded like a vice president with his CEO. "But, I'm not Lori! This is some mistake. You've got the wrong person!" Lori's mother laughed coldly. "As if a mother wouldn't recognize her own child! You look like Lori, you are dressed in the clothes I picked out for you this morning, and you are carrying Lori's purse with Lori's driver's license - if you are not Lori, then who are you? Really Lori, do you take me for a fool? You're going to the private school, like it or not, and that's that!" Stan opened and shut his mouth. He was stuck! Hell, he had a hard time believing he was Stan! Every time he had looked in the mirror, he saw Lori. No way were they going to believe him. As soon as he could, he would slip away and call his sister! She got him into this mess, and she would have to get him out. They arrived at the airport, and Lori's parents didn't let Stan out of their sight for even a second. Most of the time, Lori's mother was holding his arm while they checked their luggage in. Then they immediately went to the boarding gate, and got on the plane. He was trapped now; he was going to Lori's new school, and would be stuck there until he could contact his Sister! His folks would be worried sick! Stan collapsed into the seat, and thought, 'At least we are flying first class, and on the Concorde!' The plane took off, and Stan's heart sank, as he knew he was on his way. About half way to England, his head started to hurt, and he felt lightheaded, and suddenly he couldn't keep his eyes open. Stan fell into the aisle, unconscious. Back at the Mall, Lori grinned to herself. 'It was so funny,' thought the real Lori, 'I am playing Stan playing Lori, and his sister doesn't suspect.' She had a twinge of guilt about the real Stan, but desperation had forced her hand. Besides, he wanted to be her - let him be LORI! Later, they drove to her new home. It wasn't the mansion she was used to, but she was away from her dreadful mother, and wouldn't have to be a 'LADY'. "Stan, I was surprised at how well you did today!" Gwen said. "In the beginning, you were your usual jerky self, but you improved as the day went on." "Thanks, SIS!" said 'Stan', grinning. They went into Gwen's room, and Gwen lit the candles. Then she took off Lori's clothes. "I don't want you to ruin my stuff." She gave Lori Stan's discarded clothes. "Ready to go back to your repulsive self?" Lori gulped. It was now or never. Now was the time to tell the truth, later would be too late! The thought of getting away from her horrible folks, getting away from that horrid school - and even getting away from being a girl who had to grow up 'Ladylike' kept her silent, and she nodded. The world swam in front of her eyes! When she opened them, she was looking DOWN at a grinning Gwen! Lori walked unsteadily over to the mirror. Stan's tall, strong, MALE body was in the glass. She couldn't help grinning in triumphant glee - she had escaped! Her folks would never find her! And nobody would ever ridicule her for being too boyish again! Suddenly, the urge to explore Stan's room AND his body came over her. "Thanks for turning me back, Sis!" Lori said, and thought, 'My voice is deep and strong - wow! And Gwen doesn't know! Nobody will ever know!' "Okay, now get out of here, dork head, and remember, don't ever tell anyone our little secret, or I'll turn you into a toad!" Lori flushed angrily, "Okay, ugly!" Gwen was furious. "Don't call me that!" "When you quit calling me Dork Head!" Gwen thought for a moment. "Deal!" she said reluctantly, and thought, 'Stan is finally getting some balls.' A paper fell out of a pocket. She picked it up and giggled. "Here's your notes on Cindy, Lover Boy!" Lori blushed. Was she going to be dating GIRLS? Lori went into Stan's room on the second try - the first door led to the linen closet. 'I'll have to get more familiar with the house.' First, she looked at all his clothes - okay, but she would have to make some changes - show more style. Lori checked out his schedule of classes and room numbers. Okay. Then with shy but rising excitement, she undressed. Wow! 'I really do have a dick.' It grew with her excitement and stroking. It was going to be really weird, being a guy. As her excitement grew, she was determined to look at the plusses - one, NO MORE PERIODS! No more high heels, no more 'act like a lady', she would get to play on the boys basketball team, no more uncomfortable clothes, no more boys trying to cop a feel. Best of all, no more folks pushing to turn her into something she didn't want to be. Poor Stan, she thought and then gasped and gasped - wow, it was so easy for boys to climax! Lori thought, 'Well, I often wished I had been born a boy, and now it looks like I got my wish, big time!' Lori cleaned off her new body. It used to belong to Stan, but now it was hers! Stan vaguely felt himself getting off the plane. Later, his newly acquired parents were exasperated, but talked to the school physician. "Are you sure she's not faking, Dr. Wooster?" The physician shook her head. "She has a mild concussion. We need to keep her quiet for a day or two. Also, your daughter may act a little strange; a concussion causes a person to be a little disoriented and confused. Soon, she will be herself again." They nodded. After she left, the mother said, "Any change might be an improvement! At least we know the embarrassing scene she caused on the plane was real, and not another one of her tricks." Stan was lying there in the new school, thinking, 'If I say I am not Lori, they will think I am faking, or they'll lock me up in a mental ward. Her parents do not look like the understanding type! And that's an understatement'. They entered the infirmary. The mother smiled a false smile, and said, "We are so sorry to leave you like this, but it's for your own good!" Stan barely refrained from giving them the finger! "All your clothing was burned as requested by the school; they will supply you with all your clothing while you are here, including the school uniform for classes." With that, Lori's mother and father kissed him good-bye and left, saying, "See you at Christmas!" and leaving Stan in the infirmary with the school Doctor, dressed only in a hospital gown. After a few minutes, an older, graceful woman entered the room and asked the doctor to give them some privacy. "Well, young Lady, so you're Lori Carmichael," she said, as she circled him like she was apprising a piece of artwork. "Your mother has told me all about you. I am the Head Mistress here, and you will refer to me as Ms. Maples. Here at the school, you will learn how to be a true lady, a credit you your sex. You will learn to walk like a lady, talk like a lady, dress like a lady, and behave in every way like an elegant lady. When you leave here, you will be a picture of grace and femininity." Stan didn't like the sound of that. "Ah, Ms. Maples, I need to make a phone call, would that be okay?" "No phone calls will be allowed," replied the Head Mistress. "You probably want to talk to your friends who have been such a terrible influence on you. That life is gone, Lori; from now on, you will act the way we tell you to act, and if you disobey, then you will be punished. You will be allowed mail to your parents, though. They will be your only contact with anyone outside the school." "Couldn't I even send one to my best friend?" "You will make new friends here - the right kind of friends." "Of course," Stan replied in a musical voice, his heart sinking into the cellar. That night, he cried himself to sleep, wondering how did he end up in Lori's place - had the magic gone wrong? And what had happened to Lori? How was he going to get back? Had his parents notified the police? What was Gwen doing about him being missing? Lori woke up with a grin on HIS face. Today was the start of the first day of the rest HIS life. The silence was wonderful, with no screeching mother telling her how to dress and act and even eat! Lori splashed some water on this new face, combed her hair, and went down to eat breakfast with HIS new family. Five minutes is all it took! For breakfast, instead of grapefruit and dry cereal, she got bacon and eggs, and Lori wolfed them down! She thought, 'I am going to enjoy being a guy!' Stan had a less enjoyable morning. He was awakened by Ms. Maples at 6:00am sharp, and introduced to a tall, cruel, and very strong looking woman that he was to call Ms. Moore. The Head Mistress explained that Ms. Moore was her special assistant. "You see, Lori," said Ms. Maples, "Ms. Moore helps me with the more 'difficult' students at the school, until they learn to be obedient." Stan looked at Ms. Moore, and she gave a little smile that made Stan cringe. Ms. Maples pulled Stan to his feet, and turned him around and started undoing the ties on the back of his hospital gown. She removed the gown, and Stan covered himself exactly as any girl would. Ms. Maples smiled, and said, "Your modesty is becoming, but this is no place or time for it. Now put you arms at your sides, and let me measure you; you have nothing I haven't seen before." Stan slowly put his arms down, and Ms. Maples pulled out a measuring tape. First she wrapped it around Stan's waist, and called out numbers to Ms. Moore, who was writing them down in a notebook. Ms. Maples measured almost every inch on Stan, and even checked his shoe size. "You have a lovely, feminine figure; we will teach you how to properly display it, so you can capture a man." Ms. Maples then told Ms. Moore to go get a school uniform for Lori. Ms. Maples said, "All your clothes will be custom made to fit, outside of your school uniform, and I will personally select which styles and colors you will wear. You are a lucky young lady that your mother cares enough to give you the best possible education." Then Ms. Maples put her hand to her chin and said, "Walk for me, Lori." Stan frowned and said, "What?" Ms. Maples said, "Walk over to the wall, and walk back - - NOW!" Stan decided it was better to do as he was told, and did what she asked. Ms. Maples said, "My goodness, girl, you walk like a trucker! And your posture is all wrong!" Ms. Maples put one hand on the small of Stan's back, and another on his shoulder, and straightened him up so that his breasts were thrust outward. Ms. Maples smiled and said, "Much better! Young ladies do not slouch! But we will have to do something about the way you walk." Ms. Moore returned with some clothes, and laid them on the bed. Stan didn't like what he saw. There was a white silk bra and panties and some white knee length socks. There was a short pleated blue skirt and a white long sleeved silk blouse with a blue ribbon around the neck, tied in a big bow. Stan gasped at this, and said, "I am not wearing that!" Ms. Maples sighed, and said, "Oh dear, you were doing so well, too. Are you certain Lori?" Stan said even more firmly, "I am not wearing that stupid outfit!" Ms. Maples sighed again, and said, "Ms. Moore, it is a pity, but Lori needs to be disciplined." 'Disciplined!' thought Stan, as he saw Ms. Moore approach with a smile. Ms. Moore grabbed him by his upper arms so hard it hurt, and she said, "Well, Miss Lori, it looks like you and I are going to get to know each other, too bad for you!" She then sat down on the bed and pulled Stan over her knee, and started giving him a spanking on his bare bottom. He could not have been more humiliated. He was being spanked like a little baby, and each smack felt like a hundred bee stings. They kept coming, one after another, for what seemed like an eternity. When Ms. Moore was finished, Stan was sobbing out of control, and his bottom was bright red and sore as hell. Ms. Maples came over and put her arms around Stan, and gave him a hug that made him feel a little better, and she said, "There, there Lori. I am sorry, but you need to learn obedience and discipline, or you will never learn anything." She continued to hug her until she stopped crying, and Ms. Moore gave Stan a tissue to wipe his eyes. "Once I was a rebellious student at this very school, and look how far I have come." Stan sniffled and wiped his eyes. Where was his mom and his dad and even his sister?! 'I wonder if they are looking for me, and if they miss me as much as I miss them?' he mused. Ms. Maples looked at Stan, and said, "So, shall we try again? Lori, will you please put on your school uniform?" Stan looked at it and paused. Ms. Moore smiled, and said, "Do you want another spanking, Miss Lori?" Stan quickly picked up the clothes, and started dressing, not wanting another obedience 'lesson'! He put on the uniform, and Ms. Maples said, "My, Lori, we are going to need to start with the basics for you, as you have no grace at all! I thought your mother was exaggerating, but don't worry your pretty little head, as we will make you a graceful, charming, feminine woman, eventually. The school hasn't failed yet. Your mother was quite right to send you to us." Stan stood there, feeling ridiculous in his school uniform, and not liking the sounds of the word 'Eventually' or the phrase 'Hasn't failed yet!' He didn't want to be a graceful, feminine woman! He wanted to be a teenage boy again! Ms. Maples came over and straightened the big bow on his blouse, and said, "There now. You are really very pretty, Lori. If you step over to the vanity table, I will do your make up and fix your hair, and then tomorrow, you will have to learn to do it yourself. But I will help you Lori, you are in desperate need of help. I will make you my personal project, and make you my star student." Stan sighed, as he sat down at the vanity table, and thought, 'How am I going to get out of this?' He never thought he would be so glad to see Gwen. If only she would come to his rescue, he would never torment her again! On the other side of the world, Lori drove into school with 'his' sister Gwen. He really liked his new family. His new father joked with him instead of just frowning and being an echo for his former mother. His new Mom was sweet and motherly, and fussed lovingly over him. It was nice to be loved! This was great! He found friends at school, and opened his locker with the combination Stan had left in his desk at home. Lori was repeating most of the classes, so they were easy. Also, it was fun to be so tall and strong, and look down on most of guys and all the girls in school! It was too cool, everybody thought he was Stan! The only thing that worried him was basketball practice. 'Of course, I can just drop the team, but it's too good an opportunity to pass up!' Lori thought. It sure was weird, undressing with a bunch of guys, but Lori just pretended he was the real Stan, and ignored it as much as possible. It was fun to be so tall and strong! Lori was amazed how high he could now jump! And boy, did he have an outside shot. In his former body, Lori couldn't shoot more than 15 feet - now the ball was going in the hoop from twenty-five without any effort. The coach got on Lori a few times for forgetting plays, and once took him aside and warned him that sometimes he was moving like a damned girl! Lori flushed - determined to work on it! The new Lori walked into the classroom. All the girls were sitting straight, with perfect posture, and all were perfectly made up and with becoming hairdos. The beautiful sight made Stan want to puke. 'My God, am I going to turn into one of these Stepford wives?' The teacher, a lovely young woman with red hair - also beautifully styled, smiled kindly at her. "Ladies, please stand, and welcome a new girl to our school. Everyone, this is Lori Carmichael. Lori, I am Mrs. Hudson." All the girls stood gracefully, and smiled almost identically gracious smiles. This scared her more than the spanking Ms. Moore had given her. "Lori, my class is Proper English for Ladies. Your next class will be Madam Lafarge's French class. The school has always felt that no one can properly be a true lady without an excellent knowledge of French." This was said with the most proper of English accents - she sounded like she had been taught by that My Fair Lady Professor. She smiled. "Please take a seat." Carefully, Stan sat down, trying to ape the posture of the other 'young ladies'. "Lori, let's see where you are in pronouncing the King's English. Repeat after me. "The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain." Feeling like Liza Doolittle, she said it. Her instructor visibly winced. "I'm sure you did your best, Lori, but we have to get rid of that dreadful New York accent! Tonight, after supper, I will spend fifteen minutes with you." 'Shit! I didn't even know I had a New York accent. I must have got it form this body, as I was born and raised in Portland!' thought Stan. Then she was given a written test, and took it as Miss Carmichael. The class was drilled in pronunciation and proper grammar, and also vocabulary. Most did fairly well, though one girl had a cockney type accent that Stan could see caused pain to Mrs. Hudson. With the rest of the 'Young Ladies', she filed out. "Is this for real?" she whispered to the nearest girl. "Too real! Be careful what you say, or we will both meet Ms. Moore's loving administrations!" "I'm (Stan got it out) Lori Carmichael. How long have you been here?" "Phyllis Smith, two years, six months and three days." "You sound like a fucking prisoner!" "I am, and be quiet! Cursing is not allowed!" She felt a strong grip on her shoulder, turned, and was terrified to see Ms. Moore smiling. "The young Ladies of this School do not curse, Miss Lori. If they do - then the old fashioned remedy of having their mouths washed out with soap is the sovereign remedy." Stan started sweating. "Please, Ms. Moore, I didn't know." It seemed like an eternity. Then she released her iron grip on her shoulder. "Well, it is your first day, and you're getting over a concussion. I will let it go THIS TIME, but you have to promise never to use any bad language ever again!" "I promise!" She turned away. "That was a close one!" breathed Phyllis. "You were lucky; Joan over there couldn't break the habit for weeks - she's from LA - her diet for a month mostly consisted of ivory soap. But she never cusses at all, now." All the girls settled with decorum into their seats. "Look, I can tell from the way you move and stuff that you are a 'Tom Boy'. I was once one myself. Over half the school is either rowdies like us or gold diggers that figure they will need these skills to catch a rich husband. Take some advise - fake it - go with the flow - or they'll break you and you won't recognize yourself! You'll be somebody else." Stan felt like a wind blew across her grave. She was somebody else already! The day went terribly slow for Stan. She was surprised to see a sex education class, and thought she might learn some tips for when she got her male body back. Unfortunately, the tips she learned were on how to pleasure a man. They even passed around a dildo to examine, and were instructed on various forms of sex that men find pleasurable. After classes, Stan went to her room. She was glad that each girl had a private room, as she needed to get away from all this girl stuff. She entered her room and saw Ms. Maples sitting there as elegant as ever. She looked at her watch and said "Lori, you are 2 minute late! You shouldn't dilly dally." Stan said, "I didn't know you were waiting for me," as she was truly surprised. Ms. Maples rose in elegant fashion, and said, "Of course, Lori, but you have do to extra studies so you can get rid of those terrible masculine traits I keep seeing. But don't worry, we have trained Tom Boys like yourself to be graceful women, as you yourself will soon be." Ms. Maples then took Stan's hand, and walked down the hall with her. Stan could see that Ms. Maples just oozed with grace and femininity, and she was worried that she, too, would act like that if she couldn't escape from there. They entered the gym that was empty except for Ms. Moore, who was smirking at her. 'Damn, she seems to be everywhere,' thought Stan. Ms. Maples said, "Lori, please wait here," and she went to walk away, but stopped to correct Stan's posture, and then she walked across the floor. Well, walk wasn't actually correct, it looked like she glided across the floor with her hips swaying. She then turned and said, "Now, Lori, walk as I did." Stan had no desire to walk like that, and said, "I can't." Ms. Maples said, "You must try, Lori." "No, please...I don't want to," said Stan, as tears welled up in her eyes. Ms. Maples nodded to Ms. Moore, and she walked up to Stan. When she saw her coming, she tried to run away, but Ms. Moore was too fast, and too strong. She caught her and said, "Well, Missy, where do you think you're going? You have skills to learn, and you still have an obedience problem that I will correct." She forcefully bent Stan over and pulled her panties down, then gave her a hard spanking on her bare bottom. "No!! Please, I'll do it, I'll do what you want!" Stan pleaded, but Ms. Moore just continued that spanking, saying, "You must obey right away, or you will be punished." Finally she stopped, and Stan stood up and pulled her panties back up under her skirt while crying. "Now walk for me, Lori," said Ms. Maples. Stan looked fearfully at Ms. Moore, who crossed her arms, and then she tried as best she could to walk like Ms. Maples. When she reached her, she smiled and gave her a hug and said, "You still need work, Lori, but that was much better." Then Ms. Maples turned Stan around and said, "Walk again for me," and this time Ms. Maples followed behind, holding her hips and making her move the way she wanted. This continued again and again for 2 hours. Finally, it was time for dinner, and Lori was excused. Stan started walking down the hall, and was having a hard time not walking like she had been just taught, and then she felt a painful 'zap' on her behind. She spun around to see Ms. Moore with a cattle prod. "You are falling back into bad habits, Lori, so I will ensure you don't." She followed Stan, who was trying to walk gracefully, into the dining area, where she sat at a table with her new friend, Phyllis. She leaned over and said, "I see you're getting the 'prod' treatment, they must be determined to train you." Stan nodded and said, "I hate this place, and I don't want to be a graceful lady." Phyllis put her arm around her and said, "Well, we're all in here, too, and who knows, maybe at the dance on Saturday, you will get a rich boyfriend." Stan winced, and said, "Dance?" Phyllis said, "Oh, I guess you don't know yet, but every other Saturday, they bring in the students from a boys school a few miles from here, and they have a dance. Ms. Maples said its important for us to learn how to interact with young men. I think it's great fun to dance with cute guys!" Phyllis sighed, and all the girls at the table giggled except Stan, as her nightmare was going from unbearable to nightmarishly hellish. ***************** Lori went over to a girl he had hated earlier - super feminine, and who had always been catty to him when he was a girl. She was an uncontrolled flirt, and started flirting with who she naturally thought was Stan. Lori stopped and said with surprise, "Tiffany, what has happened to you?" "What do you mean?" asked the suddenly nervous girl. "You have put on so much weight, I hardly recognized you!" The girl started crying and ran away, and Lori had an attack of conscience. 'That was mean, I forgot criticism from a guy is much harder to take than from another girl. I won't do that again.' Lori then saw Cindy. 'So this is the girl who was so attractive that Stan allowed himself to be turned into me to get close to.' Lori studied her. She did look darned good. Suddenly, Lori was embarrassed to realize that he was getting hot. Wow! He walked over to Cindy, and started talking to her. Lori knew what Cindy was interested in, and was far more charming and articulate than poor Stan had been, and so Cindy thought, 'Stan has really matured into a charming man, and did not stare at my boobs.' The new Stan knew Cindy was crazy about animals and the zoo, and suggested an outing the upcoming Sunday - and maybe pizza afterwards. Cindy smiled and said she would love too. She made a point of touching him, and then walked away with just a hint of sway on her hips. Lori grinned. 'She likes me!' he thought smugly. 'Being a boy is great - I should have turned into one years ago!' That afternoon in the gym, he made no more moves like a girl. ************************** Even dinnertime was a trial for Stan. If her table manners were not ladylike enough, she got her hands slapped. The food was bland, and she got very little of it. She felt like Oliver Twist. She knew better than to ask for more, though - another new girl had tried it. "Ladies are never fat. They eat only what is necessary - to eat more is to lose one's figure. Then ladies are no longer attractive to men." The offending girl, one Gertrude, was put on a water only fast for three days, until she learned to control her appetite. Stan thought she'd fallen into a horror movie - the Attack of the Ladies From Outer Space! She and Phyllis became friends, and she helped her avoid a lot of the traps. In return, she helped her with math. One of a ladies duties was household expenses, and Phyllis was terrible at it. At least 30 minutes a day, Ms. Maples trained her in walking. Soon, Stan found herself walking with a graceful, elegant stride that set off her lovely young body to perfection. 'In this form, I seem to have a truly natural grace,' she thought proudly. Ms. Maples said so, and she should know! The fateful day arrived. Unfortunately, Stan's new wardrobe was here the Friday before the dreadful dance, and she would spend the day trying on all the clothes and learning make-up and accessorizing. Stan stared at the shoes - high heels and sandals, and boots and sexy evening shoes. Then the low cut, but elegant evening dresses. The cashmere sweaters and silky blouses that Ms. Maples said would show off her enchanting curves. Not a pair of pants in sight! Stan looked at the clothes, and then asked where the pants were. Ms. Maples winced, and said, "A lady does not wear pants. She may occasionally wear slacks, but the only proper attire for a young lady is skirts and dresses, with which to display their lovely legs." Stan's long, beautiful, midnight black hair was now styled to fall in cascades around her beautifully striking face, and onto her creamy shoulders. Stan thought 'she' was probably the most beautiful girl in the school. Others thought so, too - friends like Phyllis said so admiringly, other girls were really catty to 'her' so they probably thought so, too. Stan didn't know whether to be proud or humiliated. "Lori, you are a beautiful young lady, it is beyond me why you wanted to be a rough tom boy. That's why I have made such a major project out of you - I know you will be a shining example of what we can achieve here!" Ms. Maples told her. Stan was now wise enough to smile (in a ladylike fashion, of course) and say, "Thank you very much, Ms. Maples. You are very kind." Her language now was more English than American. The thought of being a shiny example of this school made her want to throw up! Stan was beginning to act more graceful and feminine, and while she didn't want to, she knew that the conditioning was starting to change her into what the school wanted, regardless of what she wanted. She also couldn't understand why her sister hadn't been looking for her. Surely, she would have noticed her missing. Stan had to find a way to contact her, or she might be stuck in Lori's body forever. That was a thought that she didn't even want to consider. She had no desire to be a girl, and if she couldn't get out of this school, they would eventually turn her into a graceful, feminine woman. Besides the school, the body was starting to effect Stan, even to having the strangest dreams and in the pride in looking so beautiful! Saturday arrived, and the day was awful for Stan, because all the girls were excited about the dance that night. Ms. Maples spent almost the entire day with her, making her practice applying make-up and selecting an evening dress for the dance. Stan told Ms. Maples that she didn't want to go. Ms. Maples said, "You must go, my dear, it's important for you to learn how to enchant young men, so that someday you will be able to marry into a family of wealth and power." Stan knew it was useless to argue with Ms. Maples, she would either lose the argument or be punished by Ms. Moore. In the end, she ended up wearing a tight, long, silky, sleeveless evening dress, with two inch heeled women's pumps, and elbow length gloves. Ms. Maples made Stan wear a dainty gold bracelet on her left wrist, and a gold necklace with a locket in the shape of a heart. Ms. Maples told her that she could keep pictures of a boyfriend in it. Stan was disgusted by the idea, and said, "But I don't have a boyfriend, Ms. Maples." Ms. Maples just smiled, and said, "Well, a beautiful girl like yourself won't be without a boyfriend for long." Stan knew that she was right, as she was a real babe, and the make-up she was wearing, combined with the dress, would attract every boy that saw her. She was a fucking boy magnet! She knew this dance was going to be a nightmare for her. At 8:00 p.m. the girls were assembled and led by Ms. Maples into the gym for the dance. The boys were already there, and started hooting and whistling as the girls entered. Ms. Maples told the girls to ignore them, as boys would be boys. Stan was wishing that she was one of those boys, rather than be trapped in the body she now possessed. The dance began, and almost immediately, Stan was the center of attention. It was the last thing she wanted to be, but nonetheless, almost every boy wanted to meet her, and worse, wanted to dance with her. With all the boys gathered around, she could see Ms. Maples standing off to the side of the gym with a huge smile, obviously happy with her personal project student. Finally, Stan agreed to dance with someone just so she would stop being pestered for a dance. She picked a shy boy with a kind, trustworthy smile. The boy was a good-looking young man, and his name was William. They went on to the dance floor, and just as they were about to begin dancing, the music changed to a slow song. Stan saw Ms. Maples give the bandleader an 'okay' symbol with her hand. Stan sighed resignedly, and then moved closer to the boy who was beaming with joy at his good fortune, which Stan knew was actually Ms. Maple's handiwork. Stan hated having this boy's hands on her. His hand kept sliding down to Stan's butt, so she had to keep grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand back up. Another thing Stan hated was being so small compared to the boys; she was even a little small compared to the other girls. After the third consecutive slow song, which Stan knew Ms. Maples was behind, she suggested to the boy that they go outside and get some air. Stan could see Ms. Maples smiling at her while they went out on to the patio. When they got outside, William tried to kiss Stan. Stan was shocked, and said, "What are you doing?" William smiled, and said, "Well, you wanted us to be alone, so I figured you wanted to make out with me." Stan was a little worried, because the momentary thought she had of making out with William was not repulsive, instead it kind of turned her on. This feeling worried Stan, as she now realized that Lori's body, with its hormones, was controlling her sexual preferences. Stan smiled at the boy automatically, as she had been conditioned to do, and said, "I just wanted to talk with you, and be away from the crowd." William smiled again, and said, "Okay, let's talk...but let me first turn off my cellular phone, so we won't be interrupted." Stan saw him pull out the phone, and at last saw her chance. She smiled sweetly at William, and said, "Could I see your phone?" William said, "Of course!" hoping to impress Lori with his very small and expensive cellular phone, and handed her the phone. Stan now held in her hands a way for her to contact her sister and tell her where she was as she must be frantic wondering what happened to her. Stan smiled again, and struck a provocative pose, then said, "Would you let me make a long distance phone call? I have someone I need to call, and they don't let us make phone and calls at the school." This might be her one and only chance to contact her sister, and get out of this body! William got a little worried. "A long distance trunk call? Where?" he asked, in his upper class British accent. "To Portland, Oregon," Stan cooed. The boy looked a little uncertain. "The Governor - my father - might be angry." Stan steeled herself, this was going to take some persuading. Maybe some of the classes at the hellhole were going to come in handy. Stan pressed this beautiful sexy body against the boy, and made a pouting face, then looked like she was going to cry. "I thought you liked me?" Stan said, while pouting. "I do! You're really beautiful. I was hoping to persuade you to be my girl." Stan smiled dazzlingly. "I will be your girl, if you let me use the phone." He grabbed her. Stan was startled to find herself enjoying having a man in her arms. "Will you let me kiss you?" he asked passionately. "Of course, I'll even let you touch my breasts, but only if you promise you will still respect me in the morning, and let me use your phone!" Stan thought the teenage boy would swoon. "Really!" he squeaked. Stan seductively kissed William, and found herself horrified that she enjoyed it! Then she took his large hands and guided them to her lovely breasts. It felt good having a man touch her. 'I've got to get out of this body!' Stan thought. But Stan made her voice coo with sugar and say, "Now isn't this worth a phone call?" The boy couldn't talk, he was so choked up. He had the most beautiful, sexy girl he had ever seen in his arms, and she let him touch her breasts and said she would be his girl! He felt like the Heavens had opened up. 'Ms. Maples was right!' thought Stan smugly, men are easy to manipulate. "You will be my girl, really?" "Of course, William dear!" Stan took the phone away from the bemused boy. Stan felt a little guilty. If all went well, it would the real Lori here. 'I hate to deceive William, he was very sweet, but it's my only chance to get away!' Stan thought, as she went off to get privacy. Stan quickly called, using the operator. Due to the time difference, it was 8 a.m. when the phone rang in Stan's house. Stan waited as the phone rang, hoping her sister would answer. Instead, a strange man's voice answered. Stan paused, and then said, "Hello, is Gwen there?" The male voice asked who was calling. Stan paused again, and said, "Lori." Stan heard the voice on the phone gasp. There was a moment of silence, and then the voice said, "I almost couldn't recognize your voice with that English accent!" Stan was surprised and said, "Who is this?" She heard the voice chuckle, and say, "Why, this is STAN!" Stan was speechless, but finally said, "That's impossible, because I am Stan!" The voice chuckled again, and said, "I think it would be more accurate to say that you used to be Stan, especially since to all the world you are Lori Carmichael. I, on the other hand, used to be Lori, and are now having the time of my life as you. I can't thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to swap places with you." Stan now realized what had happened. "You bitch!" she screamed, horrified. "How can you do this to me. It isn't fair! Does Gwen know you did this?" Stan's voice chuckled on the phone, and said, "Well, this whole plan was all Gwen's idea. She said she would much rather have me as a brother than a Dork Head!" Lori felt a little bad lying about Gwen betraying her brother, but figured it would stop Stan from trying to contact him. Lori knew that if Gwen ever found out what he had done, that she would transform them back into their proper bodies at the very least, and Lori wasn't about to let that happen. Life was too good as Stan! "That bitch, I should have known she was behind this!" screamed Stan on the phone. "Well, LORI, I have things to do, and I'd appreciate you not bothering me again," said Lori as he hung up. ******************* Stan's mother came up to Lori, and said, "Who was that?" Lori thought for a moment, then said, "It was some weirdo breathing heavily on the phone. It's about the fifth time he's called in the last week. I think we should have our number changed to an unlisted number." Stan's mother said, "Well, I have often thought about getting an unlisted number, but could never justify the cost. But since we have some weirdo phoning, I will look into it today." "Thanks, Mom," said Lori, giving the woman a hug. He really loved his new mother. While at the mall, Lori phoned home, and when his new mom answered, he began breathing heavily on the phone. Lori then heard her new mom say, "We're changing our number, you freak," and slammed the phone down. Then Lori smiled, knowing the plan had worked. "I am never going back to being Lori! I scored twenty points in last night's game, and even better, I scored with my girl friend Cindy later. She was so proud and excited to be the steady girlfriend of the star. Now I don't even have to worry about getting pregnant, and sex as a guy is great! I was so strong and in control!" ******************* William came over to a weeping Lori. "Bad news?" he asked, concerned. Lori nodded. "Hold me, William! Just hold me!" The teen did as she asked, feeling so strong and protective of this beautiful damsel in distress. Ms. Maple looked out at the two young people, and smiled. Lori had learned her lessons well. Already she had captured a man. And not only a man, but William Thatcher, son of Lord Thatcher, one the wealthiest men in England. Ms. Maples felt so proud. It felt good to have William holding her. Stan was so upset, she just wanted to be hugged by anyone. There was no way back now, Stan knew she was going to be Lori Carmichael for the rest of her life. There was no use fighting it, she had better just accept it, and make the best of it. Stan thought William was sweet to her, so she had better honor her promise to be his steady girlfriend, as it would be better than being alone. The next 2 weeks went by quickly, and Ms. Maples was so happy with Lori. She was boasting to all the teachers about how Lori had transformed from the worse kind of Tomboy into such a graceful feminine young lady under her guidance. The teachers had to admit that Lori had changed drastically in such a short time. The new Lori threw herself into her studies. It was a way for her to forget the past and the depression that overcame her after finding out that Gwen, her own sister, had betrayed her. That Gwen had trapped her in this life, allowing Lori to steal Stan's life and trap Stan in Lori's. Stan knew she could never escape her fate of being Lori, being a girl. Then she had her period, and it was driven home to Stan - now Lori forever - that this was to be her monthly curse! She was so depressed. The only thing that cheered her up was the upcoming dance, and seeing her boyfriend William again. He had sent her his picture at her request, and Stan had it in the heart shaped locket. It felt so comforting that she had a boyfriend that adored her. It was Saturday again, and time for the regular dance. Stan saw William waiting for her with flowers. Stan smiled and thanked him. Ms. Maples came over and took them, and told her that she would put them in a vase in her room. The new Lori and William danced and chatted, and Stan couldn't help but like William, and felt so secure when with him. The new woman didn't like having these feelings, but she couldn't deny that she felt them. She smiled at him, and an encouraged William took Stan out onto the patio and kissed her. Stan couldn't fight it any more, and she responded to his touch. The two of them made out in a darkened corner of the patio. William asked Lori if she would like to visit his family estate, and meet his parents. The new Lori was so excited. 'He must really LOVE me,' she thought, 'to take me home to meet his father and mother! I wonder if I can get him to marry me, and take me away from my mother and this horrid school!' Ms. Maples was flushed with another glorious triumph. When Lori asked her if she could visit William's parents next week, it was obvious that Lori had William well on the way to being hooked! She was such a quick study! Ms. Maples gladly gave her gracious permission, and the grateful girl kissed her in a ladylike way on the cheek, and thanked her with tears in her eyes. ********************* The new Stan got better and better at basketball, driven to prove that he was a better man than the old one. Cindy had a few catfights with other girls trying to steal her man. Gwen couldn't believe how much her brother had improved. Spending a few hours as a girl had sure changed him into a MAN, she thought with pride. It was all her doing. They got along for the first time in their lives. Stan's parents also were pleased, the way brother and sister were getting along. The new Stan stole the ball and went the length of the court to score the basket that put his team into the State Championships. Cindy rewarded him after the game, but as she giggled, she said, "I take no pleasure in sex, or in your steely manhood and virility! I am just doing it to please you!" Stan beamed in pride. During the playoffs, major colleges heavily recruited 'Stan' even though he was only a junior. *************************** Mrs. Carmichael was delighted (oh, and Mr. Carmichael, too) when Ms. Maple called them, and told of Lori's progress into a lady, not only a lady, but one who had captured one of the most eligible young men in the world. For the first time in her life, Lori's mother was proud of her daughter, and when she spoke to Lori, she told her so. It made Lori feel very strange. Confusing thoughts and emotions seemed to be the order of the day. 'Who am I?' she asked herself. She got up and looked at the very beautiful girl in the mirror. 'Who am I? Why, I am Lori, of course - who else can I be? I used to be Stan, but that life is being filled by another. I have lost myself. What does that leave me? Why, it leaves me as Lori forever.' She looked at the lovely image in the mirror. And she cried. Then she looked in the mirror again, and expertly made up her strikingly beautiful face. She smiled at her image. 'I am so beautiful, and William loves me. I sure hope his folks like me. I will just die if they don't!' Lori thought. Lori applied herself more than ever to her classes, begged, and got extra help from Ms. Maples on what to wear and how to behave at the home of William's family. The Head Mistress was delighted to help - Lori had come a long way from the rebellious girl who'd arrived here such a willful tomboy. The day arrived, and Lori was a nervous wreck, trying to decide what clothes to wear and what to take. Thank God, for Ms. Maples! She was such a help! When William came for her, Lori's heart was in her mouth, and they both flushed as their hands met. Later, as the Chauffeur opened the door for her, she slid in with the inborn grace of a born lady. She kissed William with affection, and again he thought he was the luckiest man in the world to have such a beautiful, lovely, feminine girl friend. He prayed that his parents would love her as much as himself. Lori was very nervous, and she snuggled up close to William. His family estate was HUGE! She gasped, seeing the turrets and battlements. Suddenly, she felt like a princess in a Fairy Tale! She was actually going into a real life castle! She was a little frightened, but calmed herself with the thought that it would be a piece of cake, after dealing with Ms. Maples and Ms. Moore and that horrid school! Lord and Lady Beatrice Thatcher, her father was the Earl of Westfold, were very taken with the beautiful, ladylike girl their son was head over heels in love with. They had, of course, done some discreet checking, and found she came from a very good family (for an American) and was the only child of very wealthy parents, so she was not a vulgar fortune hunter. Lady Beatrice was impressed as Lori talked and behaved like a real English lady, not like one of the vulgar sluts or dreadful tomboys that most young females thought was so fashionable these days. It was a tremendous relief to her that Lori was so feminine and ladylike! William's mother took the young woman to her heart. The poor child seemed to need a mother, and when Lori told her about her mother, Lady Beatrice's heart went out to the poor child, and they became very close. She had always wanted a daughter, and now she seemed to have one. Lady Beatrice took Lori riding. She rode like a true lady and had a good seat, thanks to Ms. Maples. She taught her the family history, and was delighted that Lori seemed so interested in everything, and so unfailingly polite and respectful! Lori was