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SRU: If the Suit Fits by Bill Hart Only a single second remained on the game clock at the championship game of the church league basketball tournament. The crowd fell silent as Justin Stevens, fouled moments earlier, took his place at the free throw line with an opportunity to win the game. Justin, awarded three shots to make two, needed to sink at least one of the free throws to tie the game and force it into overtime. But if he could somehow sink two of them, his team would probably win the game since the opposition wouldn't have much time left to even get a shot off before the final buzzer sounded. Justin was nervous. Even at his best, he was only a fair basketball player. And calling him a mediocre free-thrower was almost a compliment. In truth, he'd really rather be swimming. Yet he didn't need to be a genius to figure out that his abysmal free throw shooting was probably the biggest reason they had fouled him instead of one of the other guys. Their coach must have decided Justin might accidentally make one of them, but for him to make two in one night, let alone two in a row, might just signal the beginning of Armageddon. Justin took a deep breath. He dipped his knees, then cocked his arm, before letting the ball fly. Accompanied by a mixture of hoots and groans and laughter from the crowd, the ball fell short of the rim. Justin had missed everything. "Great shot, Stevens," crowed Chet Warner, as he, along with everyone else on his team, laughed. "You shoot worse than a girl." Mark Thompson looked at his longtime friend. "It's okay, Justin. You've still got two free throws left. Don't let Warner bother you. We know you can do it." As Justin looked down at the ball in his hand, he really wished it were someone else in this situation instead of him. He also wished they were playing any team other than the one Chet Warner was on. Having gone to school together since kindergarten, he'd known both Chet and Mark almost forever. But where Mark and he had always been close friends, he and Chet had taken an immediate and total dislike of each other that had continued ever since. "Don't take all day Stevens," chuckled Chet. "We've got a trophy waiting for us. We really don't have the time to stand around waiting for you to miss these next two shots. I'll bet you don't even hit the backboard on either one of them." Justin looked down at the ball, then inhaled deeply. He cocked his arm, then let loose his shot. The ball struck the front of the rim, then bounced high into the air before coming down on the base of the rim. It bounced once ... then twice ... and yet a third time ... before lazily rolling into the net to tie the game. Justin's teammates cheered. The small crowd sat in silent disbelief. "Wow," sneered Chet. "I guess miracles can still happen. But all of us know it will be an icy cold day in hell before you can possibly sink two free throws in a row." The closest referee, an elder from one of the previously eliminated church teams in the tournament, glared disapprovingly at Chet. Just what I need, thought Justin. Even more pressure. "You can do it, Justin," reassured Mark. "Just relax and take your time. Remember, it's just a game." "Yeah right. And fat pigs fly," muttered Chet, just loud enough for Justin to hear. Justin took his place at the charity stripe again. He took a deep breath. After letting it out slowly, he took another, even deeper, breath. He dipped his knees. And cocked his arm. He shut his eyes tightly, not really wanting to see the ball miss the rim or the backboard altogether. He wished he were somewhere else - someplace far away would be nice. Justin blindly let the ball fly; he only hoped it was on its way towards the basket. But a moment later, he heard an odd swishing sound followed by an unexpected eruption of cheers from the small crowd. Opening his eyes, Justin was just in time to see the ball caught, for that one split second, at the bottom of the net. "Way to go, Justin," cheered Mark Thompson. "We all knew you could do it." His teammates mobbed the totally unexpected hero of the game. "There is still one more second to play, but then that championship trophy is ours!" one of them shouted. "What a lucky shot, Stevens," grumbled Chet. "I never would have guessed in my wildest nightmares that you could actually sink two free throws in a single game." Justin simply smiled. If the truth were known, he still couldn't believe he'd actually made two free throws in the same week, let alone two in the same game. The hurried inbound pass was intercepted and the buzzer sounded ending the game. In celebration of their victory, Justin's teammates mobbed him again. While he and his teammates were celebrating, Lana Tyler, the captain of the girls' swimming team walked by. "Nice shot, Justin," she smiled warmly at him. "I'll see you at school Monday." Justin blushed brightly. He couldn't believe that Lana Tyler had actually spoken to him. Justin had had a major crush on her ever since he'd first discovered girls. But, with her being as popular as she was, he'd never even imagined she knew he was even alive. But she'd actually talked to him; she even knew his name. It was unbelievable. He'd always dreamed about getting to know her better. Chet glared at him from the other side of the court. Justin looked away quickly. Although he and Chet didn't like each other - never had, most likely never would - they'd pretty much learned to ignore one another over the years. As a result, things between them were more or less livable; that is, until Justin had been named captain of their high school swimming team. Chet had been absolutely livid at the coach's decision, knowing he was clearly the better swimmer of the only two seniors on the team. By Chet's reasoning, he should have been the only logical choice to captain the team. But the coach had decided that Chet's hot temper would wind up being more costly to the team in the long run. And now that Lana Tyler had spoken to him, Monday at school promised to be even worse than it would have otherwise been. And it was already going to be bad enough because Justin's team had just defeated Chet's team for the championship. But Lana Tyler was also Chet's current girlfriend. Justin wondered if she might have spoken to him just to make Chet jealous - not that it had ever been all that difficult to anger Chet. He hoped that wasn't the case. But it was times like these that made him wish he could understand what went on inside a girl's head. * * * * * * With the arrival of Monday morning, Justin wished he could stay home. However, both swim teams held their practices in the morning before the first classes began. With the big swim meet coming up tomorrow afternoon, Justin couldn't afford to miss his time in the pool. Even though he'd always been a better than average swimmer, he was always wishing he could be an even better one. Although he won his fair share of races, he always wanted to win more. Besides, hadn't Coach Gannet always impressed it on the whole team that there was always room for improvement, no matter who you were? "Lucky couple of shots Saturday night, Stevens," snarled Chet, still obviously upset, as Justin entered the locker room. Justin said nothing to Chet in reply. But to himself he thought, well the shit's started. "I saw you talking to Lana after the game," said Chet. "I don't want you getting any strange ideas, Stevens. I don't want you to start thinking you can get lucky against me again. You aren't going to steal my girl away from me." "Yeah, we don't want some loser like you thinking he can steal any of our girls," agreed Greg Morton, one of Chet's flunkies. "But all she said to me was 'nice shot' and 'see you at school'," replied Justin. "That was all there was to it." "That's just what she said too." Chet glared at Justin. "But I saw how you were looking at her. And I really didn't like that way you were appraising her." "But I didn't say anything to her," objected Justin. "That's right, you didn't say anything. And, if I have my way, you won't be saying anything to her either," snarled Chet. "I've already had a really long chat with Lana about her little error in judgement. She won't be seeing you at school anytime real soon." As Chet and his smirking cronies headed out the locker room door, Justin wondered what Chet had meant about Lana not seeing him anytime soon. He hoped Chet hadn't hit Lana, but deep down Justin knew Chet was just nasty enough to do something like that, or possibly even worse, to Lana. He wondered how and why Lana continued to put up with an asshole like Chet Warner. After changing into his Speedo, Justin turned and headed towards the locker room door. For a brief moment, he stopped before the mirror that covered the entire locker room wall. He looked at his green eyes, which he normally hid behind brown contacts and his straight brown average length hair. He knew he was in excellent shape, but he often wished he were taller than his 5'10" frame. If only he could be granted a wish ... he'd really enjoy being a height that would make Chet pay a lot more attention to him and whatever he had to say. "But wishes like that never come true," mumbled Justin as he continued outside. "After all, if wishes came true, then the world wouldn't have so many people like Chet." Once outside, he was greatly relieved to see Lana practicing with the girls' team. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be injured in any way, but as soon as she noticed Justin looking in her direction she quickly looked away and found a spot where he couldn't find her again. "Just what did Chet do to her?" he mumbled. "You shouldn't be looking at her, or even in her direction, Justin," said Tom Dalkins. "If Chet finds out, Lana will get more of the hell she suffered through the other night. That asshole Chet's one crazy jealous dude." "You won't tell him? Will you?" asked a nervous Justin. "Of course not. I don't like that pompous little jerkoff any more than you do," replied Tom. "An intelligent girl like Lana deserves someone a helluva lot better than an asshole like him." Tom left, heading towards the pool. Justin once again wondered what Lana, or any girl for that matter, could possibly see in someone like Chet. Although he wasn't certain he deserved someone like her, Justin knew with certainty that he'd treat her far better than Chet could ever dream of treating her. "Just what made an otherwise intelligent girl put up with a guy like him anyway?" he mumbled. * * * * * * Between worrying about Lana and trying to avoid Chet, Justin had a singularly unspectacular practice. "Something bothering you today, Stevens?" asked Coach Gannet. "Not really, coach." "It's just that Stevens has already used up more than his share of luck for the next several months," smirked Chet. "Can you actually imagine him sinking those two free throws the other night?" "I heard about that basketball game," replied Coach Gannet. "You beat Warner's team for the championship the other night. Didn't you, Stevens?" "Yes, coach." Before storming away angrily, Chet glared first at Justin and then at Coach Gannet. "You need to get your head totally back into swimming, Stevens," replied the coach, totally ignoring Chet's unimportant childish behavior. "Yes, coach." "I don't want you thinking about anything else but swimming the rest of this week, Stevens. That means no basketball - no girls. Understand? If it ain't swimming, you ain't thinking about it. I fully expect to see a marked improvement in your morning practice and at the meet tomorrow. I hope I've made myself clear, Stevens." "Yes, coach." Having overheard the conversation between the coach and Justin from nearby, Chet smiled. If Justin had a bad practice and a poor showing at the meet tomorrow, followed up by another couple of poor practices like this one, he considered, then the little wimp will be gone and I'll be taking my rightful place as the captain of this team. I'm pretty sure I can help him have a few more very miserable practices. * * * * * * As fate would have it, Justin incredibly managed to avoid seeing Chet and all of his friends for the remainder of the day. And yet, at the same time, he'd also been assigned what he guessed must be close to a ton of homework - all of it due the next day. But in order to finish all of it tonight meant staying up late, which very likely meant having another horrible practice the next morning. It also meant Coach Gannet would be on his case again. "Just what I needed," he sighed. "It never rains but when it pours." Justin tossed his schoolbooks onto the backseat of his car, a twenty-year-old junker. It wasn't much to look at, being in bad need of a paint job, but it basically got him anywhere he needed to go and back again. And besides, he'd paid for the car himself. During his last class, Justin had decided to head for the mall after school. It hadn't even been that hard of decision, given everything that he'd been through that day along with the nearly ton of homework that he'd been assigned. There were always plenty of good-looking girls wandering around the mall after school. He wasn't expecting to get lucky with any of them; he doubted if many of them would even speak to him. It was more a case of Chet, for some inexplicable reason, never having discovered his not overly secret hideaway. It was a short drive to the mall from school. As he generally did, Justin parked his old car in the small parking lot near one of the lesser-used entrances - the one closest to his two favorite stores. He locked his car, although he knew that no one in their right mind would ever consider stealing it, then made his way towards the door. After entering the mall, Justin was surprised at what he saw. "That's strange," he muttered. "I've never seen that little place before." Directly in front of him was a small, somewhat odd-looking, shop situated between the bookstore and the computer store, his two most favorite haunts. "It's really weird," he mumbled. "I could have sworn those two stores always shared a common wall before now. I wonder how, and when, they squeezed that place in between them? None of the guys at school said anything about a new store opening." Justin walked over to the small shop. Strangely, there were no windows through which he could peek inside. And the antique handcrafted sign that really looked out of place in the modern mall read simply 'Spells R Us'. "They must be selling magic tricks with an odd name like that. I wonder why the mall people decided to locate it between the book and computer stores - putting a magic shop between those two stores just doesn't make much sense." And yet, even if its location made little sense to him, Justin's curiosity still got the better of him. He decided he just had to go inside and take a quick look around. What could it hurt? As Justin pushed open the door, its hinges squeaked. "I guess they need a little oil." And then, as he stepped over the threshold, he heard the tinkling of a little bell over his head announce his arrival. He was surprised when he noticed there wasn't much merchandise in the shop, which seemed larger inside than Justin thought it should have. A pretty young girl looked up from the counter. "Hi Justin. I'm Dannie," she smiled at him. "He said you would be coming by today, but I was beginning to think I'd finally caught him slipping up." "What?" he said with surprise. "How'd you..." But before he could finish his question, Justin heard a small cough from somewhere near the cash register on the counter. However, except for Dannie, whose voice was too high for what was obviously a male cougher, no one else was around. Motioning him to follow her, Dannie led him towards the rear stock room door, where a small sign that read "He knows your name because he's a wizard" was hung. A wizard? That's impossible thought Justin. He knew there were no such things as wizards. Dannie opened the door, then shouted inside; "Justin's finally here! Are you coming out here or not?" Moments later, an old man, wearing a tattered bath robe, which appeared as if it might be even older than its wearer, came out of the stockroom. Looking up as he entered the store proper, he smiled at his young visitor. "Welcome to my little shop, Justin," he said in greeting. "And of course, there are such things, young man." "What?" asked Justin. The old man smiled. "Why wizards of course, young man," he answered. "You can't deny that you were just thinking there were no such things as wizards, my boy. But there really are wizards. In fact, there must be wizards; I'm one myself you know - and Dannie here is my young apprentice." "But she's a girl." "And just what's the matter with girls, Justin?" asked an annoyed Dannie. "Don't you like girls?" "Calm down, Dannie," said the old man. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure you remember how boys can be sometimes," he grinned. "It's just that Justin's a little shy around pretty girls." "I am not," objected Justin. "Have it your own way, Justin," replied the old man. He turned to Dannie. "Would you go into the stock room and get that item Justin needs?" "Sure thing, master." For a moment or two, Dannie glared at Justin, then abruptly turned in the direction of the stockroom door and walked off. Justin watched Dannie walk away with an apparent growing interest. "She's certainly a pretty young girl," said the old man with a widening grin. "Don't you think so, Justin?" "What?" asked Justin, engrossed with watching Dannie. As he watched her walk through the open doorway and disappear into the stockroom, he stammered, "Oh yeah; she's very pretty." "But as far as you're concerned, she's not nearly as pretty as Lana Tyler. Isn't that right, Justin?" Justin looked at the old man with surprise. "How do you know about Lana Tyler?" "Justin, Justin. I thought we had already covered all of that," replied the old man. "I'm a wizard. Remember? I know all about your longtime crush on Lana Tyler, your even longer running feud with Chet Warner, your problems at the swim team practice this morning, and that seemingly ton of homework you were assigned that you must complete tonight." Justin looked surprised by what this strange old man knew about him. "And I also know about those two free throws you made that won the basketball game the other night." Justin's look of surprise turned to one of confusion. "But how could you..." "He told you how, Justin," replied Dannie, as she returned from the stockroom carrying a small package in her hand. "Or don't you bother listening when people tell you something? He's a wizard. And I'm his apprentice. We're simply trying to help you." "Help me?" Justin sounded puzzled. "But how?" "We're going to fix a few things in your life. You and Lana will soon become much closer friends. At the same time, we're also going to put a stop to your silly little feud with Chet Warner," replied Dannie. "And after we're finished, I really won't be very surprised if you wind up being a whole lot more popular than you currently are." Justin smiled. "You'll need a huge barrel of industrial-strength luck to accomplish something like that." "Not at all. Luck is a totally unnecessary quantity, Justin," said the wizard. "And Dannie's already taken care of all that homework you were given today." "It's been done to absolute perfection, I might add, although I can't remember ever finishing that much homework so quickly before," added Dannie. "And you won't have any problems at either tomorrow morning's practice or the afternoon meet ... with this." She handed Justin the small package she'd retrieved from the storeroom. "What's this?" asked Justin, as he took the package. "Open it and find out," replied Dannie. After opening the package, Justin stared at its contents for several seconds. "It's a Speedo." He shook his head. "It's identical to those we wear at practice. How is this supposed to help me?" "It might look exactly the same," replied the wizard with a grin, "but trust me, Justin, this one is not quite as identical as it seems. You'll become an improved swimmer just by wearing this at your morning practice tomorrow." "I will?" "Of course, you will." Dannie smiled at Justin. "Didn't he just tell you that you would? Or weren't you paying attention again?" "I suppose; if you say so. But - assuming I'm at all interested - how much is this going to set me back?" "Why absolutely nothing, Justin. It's a freebie," replied the old man. "I wouldn't feel at all right about charging you anything for our service, especially while you're being a practical exercise for Dannie." "And, if you have any problems - which, by the way, you won't - then just come back and see me, Justin." Smiling warmly, Dannie battered her eyelashes at Justin. "Okay, I'll take it," he smiled back at Dannie. He carefully put the Speedo back in its box. "Even if everything works out okay, can I still come back and see you anyway, Dannie?" "Of course you can," she replied sweetly. But after watching Justin almost literally float out of the shop, Dannie questioningly turned back to her mentor. "Is he all right, master? He's acting kind of odd." "He's just fine, Dannie" smiled the old man. "As I said earlier, he's just a little shy around pretty girls. I suspect he's been more than a little overwhelmed by all your feminine charms, just as any other boy in his same situation would have been." Dannie blushed. However, after thinking about what she'd done for a moment, she knew if she'd had some girl do to her what she'd just done to him when she'd still been a boy, then she might have tried aimlessly floating out the front door as well. "Then you don't think I laid it on a little to thick?" "Not at all, Dannie." "What about those free throws?" asked Dannie. "Do you think I should have mentioned that I kinda helped him sink those two free throws the other day?" "No," replied the old man with a wry grin. "Not at all." * * * * * * As soon as Justin returned home, he went straight to his room, where he opened his books and checked his homework. Impossibly, not only was every last assignment finished, but he now also remembered actually doing every last bit of it himself. However, with all the things he'd been up to since school had ended, he couldn't seem to remember when he'd found the time to do any of it. Even as he opened the book he'd been assigned to read several chapters, he remembered he'd already read every chapter. Not only that, he could also answer every question at the end of each assigned chapter. He began wondering if the old man and Dannie might have actually been a wizard and his apprentice wizard as they'd claimed they were, instead of being just another odd pair of crackpots hanging out in the mall. He took the Speedo out of its small box again and looked it over carefully. If this were actually some magical artifact, then, in all likelihood, it would be some kind of icon representing his swimming ability. Justin assumed that wearing this Speedo would let him swim better and faster than ever before. But he saw no way how wearing this simple Speedo could do anything to help him get closer to Lana, or end his feud with Chet. "Poor Chet," smiled Justin, "He really won't know what to do with himself once he doesn't have me to pick on any more." * * * * * * The next morning, Justin woke later than usual. As a consequence, he was going to have to skip breakfast - something he really didn't like doing - in order to get to practice on time. Unless he was lucky, he'd also end up listening to his mother's tirade about how bad it was for a growing boy to skip breakfast. But he also knew he'd be able to eat something during his snack break after second period. Once again, he picked up and examined the Speedo that the strange old man, who'd claimed to be some kind of wizard, and the pretty girl, who'd told him she was the old man's apprentice, had given him the day before. After a good night's sleep, he saw things more clearly. He didn't care what either of them told him about this Speedo; it was identical, right down to the school logo, to those he wore during practice. In the light of a new day, he couldn't begin to imagine what this particular Speedo could possibly be capable of doing for him that any other one he picked up at random in the locker room couldn't do just as well. He decided the old guy and the girl must have been pulling his leg. It must be some kind of a practical joke; a joke made more sense than believing in magic. There were no such things as wizards. Someone he knew must have tipped them off about everything and given them the Speedo to give him as part of the joke. That must be the real reason the old guy knew all that stuff about me, reasoned Justin. And, as gullible as I am, I almost fell for it. However, as he was busily rationalizing all the magic away, Justin never once considered the completion of his homework as anything out of the ordinary. If he'd only thought about it, he would have realized that all of his homework assignments had been done while he'd been in their shop. But on the other hand, if he had taken some time and thought about it, Justin would have simply remembered doing all of his homework himself. And yet, thought Justin, as he considered the Speedo again, what harm can possibly come from wearing an ordinary Speedo? Besides, if I'm wearing it, then maybe it will give me some great psychological edge over all of my competition. Justin began to smile. "Yeah right," he muttered, as he packed the Speedo into his school bag and headed off for school, relieved his parents had already left for work. * * * * * * Justin still arrived late for practice. Although he thought it was much later, he was only tardy by about five minutes. Only a few of the guys were currently in the pool. He didn't know how he'd arrived so quickly, but he had noticed that Coach Gannet was frowning in his direction. Just great, thought Justin. As he entered the locker room, he ran into Chet coming out. "You're late, Stevens," snarled Chet. "Coach Gannet is going to be royally pissed, you know. After all, you're the captain; you're supposed to set good examples for the rest of the team." Unseen by Justin, Chet smiled, as he turned away and walked out to the pool. He couldn't believe his sudden good fortune - Stevens already had a black mark on his record from his poor practice of the day before and now he'd arrived late for this important practice. Stevens is self-destructing, thought Chet. At this rate, I won't have to do very much to help him along. Justin went straight to his locker; he was now the only person left in the locker room. After quickly stripping, removing his contacts, and stuffing his clothes into his locker, he snapped the combination lock shut. For a moment, he gazed at the Speedo the old man had given him, then casually slid it on. As he'd been expecting, it fit perfectly. However, when Justin took his first step towards the door, something about the Speedo began feeling very peculiar. Justin shook his head. Was it all in his imagination or had his Speedo begun changing? Without noticeably thinning as it did, the material from which it was made impossibly seemed to expanding upwards. At the same time, the Speedo was also riding upward on his hips. Alarmed at what appeared to be happening to his suit, Justin tried, without success, to remove the Speedo. But the altering swimsuit stubbornly refused to budge. Horrified and helpless, Justin watched, as well as felt, the Lycra fabric continue creeping upwards over his body, covering first his stomach and then his chest. After covering his chest, the material extended two tendrils further upwards and around his neck, which then eagerly slithered down his still bare back. As if they were alive, he felt the two tendrils converge and meld into one near the middle of his back before splitting apart and branching out again as twin serpents. One of the sinuous vines joined the newly extended material a few inches below his armpits; the other one fused seamlessly into the material above his hips. Justin could tell that his deltoids were still bared, as was the middle of his back, but he was very definitely wearing a swimsuit that was a far cry from the one he'd originally donned. As if afraid of what he'd see, Justin slowly and nervously walked over to the mirror that ran nearly the entire length of the locker room wall. "Oh shit!" he swore at his reflection. "This dumb Speedo has somehow become a girl's swimsuit." Once again, he tried removing it, but just as before, the willful suit resisted his every effort. "I can't go out to practice dressed like this," he moaned. "They'll laugh at me. I'll never hear the end of it from the guys, especially Chet. What am I going to do now?" Suddenly, Justin noticed that everything around him seemed to be getting bigger. How was that possible? But then, he realized things weren't getting larger around him; it was him - he was actually getting smaller. Fortunately, his shrinkage ceased before he'd lost very much of his height. Justin thought he might be only a couple of inches shorter than he'd been, but certainly no more than three at the most. But two or three inches removed from his previously 5'10" frame was still a definitely noticeable change. And yet, that wasn't the worst it. As he watched in the mirror, his waist seemed to be contracting inwards. And even though he saw no one standing near him, Justin could almost swear someone with huge hands was squeezing him. His hips and buttocks tingled oddly. But his altering reflection left little doubt that both of them were swelling increasingly larger and wider, while his waist thinned. He looked at his eyes; they were brown. But that was impossible; he knew his brown contacts were in his locker. He always removed his contacts before swimming. His eyes should be blue. And yet, even though he knew they were in his locker, Justin saw everything around him as clearly as if he were still wearing his contacts. Even his light brown hair had changed. It had very quickly spurted out several inches longer. And with every new inch it had grown, his hair had become increasingly darker. By the time his hair finally stopped growing, it had become an inky black hue and easily reached down to the tops of his newly expanded buttocks. As he slowly shook his head in total disbelief of what was happening, the tickling of his ass cheeks, as his long hair swished over them, felt most peculiar. An odd itching sensation spread quickly across his chest. "What now?" he mumbled, although he was afraid he already had a good idea. He gasped at his reflection as two small nubs started pushing out the reformed top of his altered Speedo. Without consciously thinking about it, one of his hands shot up to chest. The twin nubs were small, but unmistakably there. As they rubbed against the fabric of the swimsuit, the little nubs felt sore and overly tender. But as he absently began massaging them, they started feeling better - actually, they felt even better than better. A completely new and unknown set of pleasurable sensations began coursing through his entire body, rapidly replacing all feelings and thoughts of both soreness and tenderness. "This really feels good," he mumbled. As he continued gently caressing his chest, he felt his small nipples stiffen. It was an odd feeling - unlike anything Justin had ever felt before - but the pleasure accompanying it was absolutely incredible. He wondered if what he was doing could be addictive. And yet, as the itchiness in his chest continued increasing, Justin, wrapped up in his newfound pleasures, simply ignored the feeling and, as a result, failed to notice the other changes in his body. Abruptly the itching ceased. Its sudden absence jolted Justin back to reality. He was stunned at what his mind told him he now held so casually in his hands. But a look into the mirror confirmed it all. He had breasts? And they weren't little ones either. Although he considered it possible, given his earlier loss of height, that his breasts might just look bigger than they actually were, he was reasonably certain, without really knowing how he knew, that he now possessed an impressive pair of 38D female breasts. Once again, Justin stared at himself in the mirror; he didn't want to believe what he saw reflected back at him. In spite of the continued presence of the telltale bulge at his crotch, he looked exactly like a girl, especially with his new firm and full breasts. He imagined he could see a little of himself - an almost sisterly image, who was even sort of pretty - in the girl looking back at him from the mirror. As he gazed at his reflection in disbelief, he suddenly felt - what he could best describe as a pair of hands - grab his balls and pull them upwards into his body. There had been a momentary twinge of pain at first, but it had been quickly followed by indescribable, but intensely pleasurable, sensations as his genitals and internal structure altered in the leading wake of his family jewels' journey to their new homes. Without conscious thought, Justin's hand fell to his crotch. He'd never even noticed his penis disappear. He'd never felt his new fleshy mound or the slit within it form. Another look into the mirror again confirmed it all. The bulge that had been the final remnant of his manhood was gone, just as if it had never been there in the first place. In body, even if not in mind, Justin was now completely and unquestioningly a girl. "But how can this have happened? It's impossible! It's just like magic," he wondered aloud. "Magic!" he exclaimed suddenly, as the cause of his sudden change of gender finally dawned on him. "That damn old man and the girl weren't pulling my leg after all. They really are wizards. They did this to me! But why? I didn't ask to be a girl. And I've never in my entire life wanted to be a girl." Once more, Justin looked at his altered self in the mirror. He shook his head. "I've got to go back to the mall and talk to them again. If they can change me into a girl, then they can just change me back into a boy again." But first, he had another problem in need of a solution. Justin had to find some way of escaping the boys' locker room without being seen. And, given his new appearance as well as the way he so impressively filled out this girl's swimsuit he was wearing, that escape was definitely going to be a difficult task. How could he get out of the locker room without getting caught? Once again, the suit wouldn't budge as he tried to remove it. He wondered if he'd change back to normal if he could only find some way to take the suit off. It was a possibility, but there could be no guarantees. Even if the suit allowed him to doff it, what could he wear if he remained a girl? He briefly considered putting his old clothes on over the suit, but then quickly decided they would neither fit his new smaller frame nor make him look very much like a boy. Whatever he found to wear in the locker room, he was still going to look like some girl who had mischievously sneaked into the boys' locker room for a quick peek of some naked male flesh. Justin shuddered at the thought. He was probably going to wind up spending the rest of the day in the office of the girls' vice-principal, while they tried to figure out who "this girl he'd become" was and why "she" was found in the boys' locker room. For a fleeting moment, Justin felt oddly disoriented. "What now?" he muttered. Although the strangeness passed as quickly as it had begun, nothing seemed out of place following his swift perusal of the room. And yet, he realized that his assessment wasn't exactly true. There was something intangibly different about the locker room, but, no matter how hard he tried to figure out what might have changed, he just couldn't put his finger on anything specific. He heard the outside locker room door open. When he looked towards it, he was surprised seeing Lana Tyler walking unexpectedly towards him. "Shit," he muttered. What does Lana think she's doing walking into the boys' locker room so blatantly? We'll both catch shit if we're caught here, he thought, while wondering where he could hide. "There you are," said Lana as she spotted him. Strangely, she sounded relieved. "Coach Drake sent me in here to find out what was keeping you." Justin was thoroughly puzzled. In spite of what she'd said, he still couldn't believe that Lana was here with him in the boys' locker room. But, not only was she here, she was reacting to him and his newly altered form as if absolutely nothing was wrong at all. "Lana?" he asked hesitantly. "Yes." "Is that really you?" "Of course it's me, silly," replied Lana. "Were you expecting someone else? Some boy perhaps?" she asked with an impish smile. Justin wondered what she meant. "But you know who I am? Don't you?" With a sudden look of concern, Lana looked back at him. "Are you sure you're all right?" "I think so," he replied uncertainly. "But I've been having a really strange day." "I think we should make sure you're all right," replied Lana. "Just sit down on the bench. I'll go get the coach." Justin watched in growing confusion as Lana hurried off only to return moments later with Miss Drake, the girls' swimming team coach. Why was Miss Drake with her? And why was being inside the boys' locker room not bothering either of them as Justin thought it should? "Lana says you're not feeling well," said a concerned Miss Drake. She put her hand across Justin's forehead. "What seems to be your problem, Justine?" Justin's eyes grew wide with surprise. She just called me Justine. From the bench, he looked up at Miss Drake. But as he started to answer her question, the peculiar events of the day with all their attendant stresses finally caught up with him. Justin passed out. * * * * * * As his consciousness returned, Justin found himself stretched out on the cot in the small room adjoining the school nurse's office. He could hear Mrs. Watkins speaking to someone on the phone. Not wanting to look at himself, he kept his eyes shut tight while his hand quickly confirmed the longer length of his hair, as well as the two rather large mounds of flesh on his chest. He shuddered when his exploring hand discovered his penis still missing. He quickly realized what had happened to him hadn't been a bad dream after all. It was all too real; he'd actually been transformed into a girl. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw he was still wearing the girl's swimsuit that had been a boy's Speedo before its own metamorphosis right after he'd put it on. He was glad they hadn't tried removing it. Or had they tried - only to discover it wouldn't come off? He wondered what Nurse Watkins would have done if, while he had been completely naked, he'd changed back into his male self while she watched. Of course, that scenario assumed the mere removal of the transformed suit was the only thing necessary to restore his normal form. Somehow Justin didn't believe the restoration of his maleness was going to be as simple as that. After the nurse hung up the phone, she peeked into room. "I see you've rejoined the living, Miss Stevens." Justin blanched. Miss Stevens, he thought. She thinks I'm a girl too. "Yes ma'am." "Are you feeling better now, Miss Stevens." "Yes, Mrs. Watkins," replied Justin nervously. "I just spoke with your mother." "Did you have to call her?" asked Justin. "Of course, I had to call her. You know that's S.O.P., young lady. She told me you might have skipped breakfast this morning. Is that true?" "Yes ma'am," he replied shyly. "But I was late for practice." "That's no excuse, young lady. As an athlete, you should know better than that." "Yes ma'am." Justin nervously fidgeted, as Mrs. Watkins gave him the full lecture - modified somewhat for his newly acquired gender - he'd managed to avoid hearing from his mother this morning. "You and your boyfriend haven't been experimenting, have you?" asked Nurse Watkins. Justin paled noticeably. Boyfriend, he thought, I can't have a boyfriend. Can I? "Of course not, Mrs. Watkins," he replied with all the indignation he could muster. But as he continued fidgeting on the cot, the strange look the nurse kept giving him make him think she didn't believe him. He was very relieved when Mrs. Watkins changed the subject. "When is your snack break, Miss Stevens?" Looking up at the clock, Justin was surprised by the time. "In about twenty minutes." He'd only now realized that he'd already missed his first class entirely and most of his second. "All right, Miss Stevens," replied Nurse Watkins. "I want you to go eat something high in carbohydrates; you definitely need the energy. And I don't want to hear any of those complaints or excuses you girls always give me about being on some kind of diet. You're too skinny now as it is." "Yes ma'am," replied Justin, surprised he wasn't being sent home as he'd been expecting. "What about my clothes?" "I'll close the blinds and the door so you can change your clothes in here," she replied. "Miss Tyler retrieved your clothes from your locker and brought them here. I'm sure you're aware you aren't supposed to share locker combinations with your friends. Now get yourself dressed, Miss Stevens. Make sure you eat something high in carbohydrates during your snack break. And don't skip breakfast tomorrow morning; I don't want to see you back in here tomorrow." "Yes ma'am." After Nurse Watkins left the room, Justin quickly looked around, but he couldn't spot the clothes he'd been wearing earlier. And what had that been she'd said about Lana getting his clothes from his locker? He'd never told anyone his locker combination. On the other hand, even if he had told her, it wouldn't have made any difference since Lana wasn't allowed inside the boys' locker room. But hadn't she and Miss Drake been in the locker room with him earlier? "Oh, no," muttered Justin, not liking what his mind was suggesting to him. He took another look around the room. "Oh shit," he mumbled, as he spotted the only clothes in the room. In all likelihood they were his clothes, although they weren't what he'd been wearing earlier. As his mind had kept trying to tell him, the clothes he saw very obviously belonged to a girl. The nurse peeked back in at him. "Let's hurry up, Miss Stevens," she said with mild annoyance. "We just can't have you hanging around here all day." Mrs. Watkins ducked back out again. Justin slowly stripped out of his swimsuit, which surprisingly came off without any trace of its previous resistance. But after several seconds of standing around naked and hoping he'd regain his true form, he was annoyed, although not overly surprised, when his body simply refused to change its newly gained shape. He stared at his clothes. If he was going to leave the nurse's office, he had no choice but to wear them. But how was he supposed to wear these strange things? He had no idea how, or even where, to start putting any of these girlish clothes on. He decided to start with the panties, which, other than the soft silky material from which they were made, didn't seem all that different from his shorts. They slid on easily enough. However, the brassiere was a complete mystery to him. After several minutes of totally exasperating trial and error with the damn thing, he was still holding it in his hands. Finally, he fastened every hook and pulled the whole damned contraption over his head. "There must a better way to put one of these stupid things on," he muttered. At the same time, he was glad Nurse Watkins had closed the blinds and the door. He would have been thoroughly embarrassed trying to explain the weird contortions he'd just gone through to simply put on this bra, especially since, given the better than average size of his breasts, everyone would probably believe he'd been wearing one of them for years. But at least it was now in place. And, just as remarkably, the stupid thing seemed to fit perfectly. Like the panties, the blouse didn't turn out to be very difficult. Other than the fluffy softness of the fabric and the buttons being on the wrong side, it was just like wearing a shirt. Even the skirt slipped on easier than he'd imagined it would. But its length disturbed him. Justin thought it was far too short for him to be wearing to school. He was worried that boys would stare at him, since the short skirt revealed a little too much of his new slinky legs. However, he also knew that, before his own metamorphosis, he wouldn't have minded seeing one or more of his female classmates wearing something just as short, if not even shorter. Justin worried about the white sneakers for a while. But they were the only shoes in the room ... and, thank goodness for at least one small favor, they had no heels. As he looked up at the clock, Justin saw that only a couple more minutes remained until his snack break started. Seeing his reflection in the wall mirror unnerved him. He noted quite nervously that not only was he a girl at that moment, but he was also an attractive one as well. That thought made him remember the nurse's earlier comment about him and his boyfriend experimenting. What will I do if some boy comes up to me thinking I'm his girlfriend? It's too bad Nurse Watkins didn't just send me home - it would have simplified everything. But I guess I'll have to take my chances with school as a girl for the remainder of the day. "Just how hard can being a girl really be?" he asked himself, while absently picking up the purse that had lain beneath the clothes he now wore. "As soon as school ends for the day, I'm definitely heading for the mall to have a word or two with that old man and his apprentice." * * * * * * Leaving the nurse's office behind, Justin walked slowly and apprehensively towards the snack area. He wasn't exactly certain what to expect. Even though everyone he passed now treated him as if he were this girl he appeared to be, he still encountered a few difficulties of his own with others thinking him female. Guys turned their heads and stared at him with very obvious intent written across their faces. Even some of the girls turned as he passed. Although their looks were every bit as obvious as those from any boy, Justin didn't appreciate the glares he was getting from them. On top of that, he couldn't believe how femininely his body moved. It almost seemed as if he'd been walking this way his entire life. But in any event, it still felt strange to feel his ass swaying back and forth with each step he took, the twin weights that kept shifting on his chest, and his long hair swishing across his back. But right now, he was really hungry - even more than he usually was after practice whenever he'd skipped breakfast before. And he hadn't even done anything all day. He wondered if his transformation might have tapped into his own energy resources. As hungry as he felt at the moment, Justin knew he would soon be gobbling down every calorie he could possibly buy, even if the nurse hadn't told him to load up on carbohydrates. After impatiently waiting in line for what seemed like several hours instead of only a few minutes, Justin finally bought his overloaded junk food carbohydrate-laden snack. A couple of skinny girls standing behind him gaped at him and what he'd bought with a mixture of surprise and disbelief as he left with his little "snack". Justin heard some of the other girls whispering as he passed, but he really didn't care what they were saying about him. He was famished. Shortly after sitting down at one of the tables, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Justine, how are you!" exclaimed the voice. "I'm surprised to see you here. I was certain Nurse Watkins would send you home." Justin turned around and found himself looking directly into the blue eyes and smiling face of Lana Tyler. "I'm okay, Lana," he answered quietly. He was glad to see her. He was also happy that Lana, instead of ignoring him, was treating him as if they were really good friends. At the same time, he was not overly enthused that he'd had to become a girl in order for them to be such good friends. The old man's apprentice in that peculiar shop last night had mentioned something about him getting closer to Lana, but this was definitely not what Justin had imagined Dannie had meant. "Have a seat, Lana." As Lana sat down, she asked, "What happened to you this morning, Justine?" "Nothing really important," replied Justin. "I must have forgotten to set the alarm last night. I just overslept this morning and then skipped breakfast to help make up some of the time. I guess my body decided to tell me I shouldn't have skipped breakfast." "You know better than that, Justine." "Yeah, I guess so. But I really don't need another lecture right now, Lana," replied Justin, sounding contrite. "Nurse Watkins told me you got my clothes from my locker." "That's right. I knew you wouldn't want to walk back to our locker room from the nurse's office in that old swimsuit. It's almost okay for the meets and the swim team, but it's not all that flattering to your figure. I'll bet you wouldn't have minded walking back to the locker if you'd been wearing that hot little thong you bought last week to wear at my sleepover tonight." Lana suddenly looked concerned. "You will be able to come tonight? I hope your parents won't decide to ground you and keep you home tonight because of this little problem. After all, it wouldn't be much of a party if my very best friend weren't there. I'm now her best friend, thought Justin. However, being her best friend right this moment didn't exactly mean the same thing to him that it would have meant earlier this morning. "I'm fairly certain I'll still be able to make it tonight, Lana. Hopefully there won't be any major problems with my parents." And yet, as Justin began thinking about all the girls that Lana had likely invited to her little gathering tonight, he couldn't seem to get real excited about seeing any of them. "But what about today's meet?" "Our next meet is next week," replied Lana. "The boys have one after school today, but we don't; we have a bye." A light seemed to go on in Lana's eyes. "Oh... I understand. You must be thinking it would be a good idea for the captain of the girls' team to show up and support the boys' team. That makes sense. If that's what you want to do, you should have plenty of time to watch their meet and then make it over to my house." Lana suddenly hugged Justin. "But just remember tonight's little get together is a girls-only party, Justine. That means he can't come with you tonight." Justin looked puzzled. "He?" "Are you sure you're all right, Justine?" asked Lana. "Although I really wish you would forget all about him, the 'he' in question is that dipshit of a boyfriend of yours. I'm sure you remember him; he's the captain of the boys' swim team - Chet Warner." Justin paled and wanted to gag. Chet Warner was his boyfriend? How the hell could those two pull that kind of an asinine stunt on him? "That's not a problem, Lana. I know you don't like him very much." But to himself he added, but he was your 'dipshit of a boyfriend' this morning before I slipped on that stupid Speedo. "I don't like him?" smiled Lana in sheer disbelief. "You must know that's the biggest understatement about anything I've ever heard in my entire life. Chet's an idiot, and that's being overly kind. I really don't understand what you can possibly see in someone like him." Lana paused. "But we've already had this argument more times than I care to remember. Arguing about him has never changed anything before. I can't see any sense in starting up that old argument again." Lana looked at her watch, then stood up. "I'm glad you're all right, Justine. But I really need to get headed for my next class." Justin watched Lana leave with mixed emotions. Even if she was now his best friend, he knew that watching her walk so sexily away from him and towards her next class would have definitely aroused him a lot more yesterday than it was doing right now. "Damn," he muttered, thinking about what Lana had said about his boyfriend. It had been bad enough that those two oddballs from the mall had gone and changed him into a girl to be closer to Lana, but this newest development was absolutely intolerable. "How could they have decided the best way to end our long running feud was by making me and Chet a couple?" Justin decided there must have been a better way to end the feud that wouldn't have involved turning him into Chet's main squeeze. "That settles it," muttered Justin, as he slowly stood up. "As if I didn't have enough reasons to be angry with those two wizards already, they turn around and give me another reason. As soon as school's out, I'm heading for the mall." Before he could move very far, a pair of male arms slid around his newly slendered waist from behind. "How are you feeling, babe?" asked the male voice he'd rather never hear speak to him again. "I heard you had some problems at your practice this morning, babe." "You could say that, Chet," replied Justin icily. "I passed out before practice started this morning." With difficulty, Justin wiggled out of Chet's grasp. "You'll still be coming to my meet after school; won't you, babe?" "No, I won't be able to go to the meet, Chet," lied Justin. "I've got to go home right after school. The nurse called my mom." "How about we get together afterwards, babe?" Chet flashed him a smile; Justin didn't appreciate the obvious meaning behind it. "I can't," replied Justin. "I'm going over to Lana's house tonight." "Whatever for?" snarled Chet. "Why don't you just blow that stupid cow off. The two of us could easily have more fun tonight than you could ever have with her," he grinned. "That is, if you know what I mean, babe." You dumb asshole, thought Justin, suddenly tired of being called babe all the time. "I told you I'm going to Lana's tonight. I don't care whether you like her or not, I'm going and that's final." Justin turned and stormed off in the general direction of his next class. "I wonder what's bothering her?" mumbled Chet as he stared after his departing girlfriend. "It's a good thing she's so pretty, because sometimes she can be just as stupid as all the other bitches around here," he muttered. "I guess I'll have to think up some way to remind her that there are a lot of other girls just waiting for their chance to replace her as my girl." * * * * * * With the exception of attending classes he'd never been to, and in a couple of cases had never heard of, before, the rest of Justin's day was more or less uneventful. To his eternal joy, he had even somehow managed to avoid crossing paths with Chet again. Unfortunately, successfully avoiding Chet all day had a downside that was equally worrisome for Justin. Knowing him as well as he did, Justin was certain Chet would not take kindly to "his girlfriend" dodging him all day. Justin had no desire to be made some sort of example for Chet's inane group of friends. Despite what he'd decided earlier, Justin had changed his mind about heading straight for the mall after school. Instead, he'd decided to go home first. By the end of the day, he was sure every boy in the school had stared at him at least once. He'd had more than enough of being ogled for one day. He wanted to change his clothes before going to the mall. He was certain there must be something in his closet that would be just as comfortable, but far less clingy and revealing. After all, he definitely had no intentions of attracting any boys once he was inside the mall. Justin also had a big advantage in going home first. His parents should still be at work. He'd be able to go inside the house, quickly change his clothes, and then head over to the mall without anyone asking him any embarrassing questions or telling him he couldn't go out again. Of course, his simple little plan required him and his parents to still live in the same house he'd left this morning. Living in the same place had been such a simplistic assumption that he'd never even considered it until he'd walked out to the parking lot and couldn't locate his twenty-year-old clunker. At first, he'd been really pissed that someone had stolen his car. But why would anyone want to steal his old car? And then, after opening his purse to see if he had any money for the pay phone, he'd found a strange set of car keys. As it turned out, one of the keys opened the door of the brand new sporty red Mustang parked in the stall where he remembered parking his old junker in the morning. As soon as he sat down in the Mustang's bucket seat, he reached over to the glove box. As he checked the car's registration, he saw that it was made out in his name - or, more correctly, it was made out in the name of "Justine Stevens". Even though the address on it wasn't where he'd awakened this morning, he still recognized the address on it as his home. He couldn't believe that he now owned this brand new Mustang. Apparently, he was now another of those spoiled girls at school whose doting parents had bought their daughter a sporty car. Driving as if he were on automatic pilot, he found himself turning onto a familiar-looking street several blocks away from where he'd been living this morning. A few minutes later, he pulled into the familiar driveway of an equally familiar house. After locking his brand new Mustang, he strolled up to the door of the house and very casually opened it with the house key that was on the ring with his car keys. As he went inside the house, he picked up the mail that was lying on the floor. He was surprised to see another letter from the State University. "How many times must you reject me? Wasn't once enough?" But then he noticed the name on the envelope - Miss Justine Stevens. After quickly opening the letter, Justin discovered that his alter self Justine had just been accepted on a swimming scholarship to the same school that had sent him a rather impersonal form rejection notice only last week. "This isn't fair!" But then, his attention was caught and focused on the family portrait sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. The photograph had obviously been taken very recently. But very surprisingly there were four people posed in it. He immediately recognized his parents - they were totally unchanged from how he remembered them. He, or rather Justine, was in it; he hadn't noticed before now how much Justine resembled his mother. But who was that other girl in the picture? She must have been at least three or four years younger than him. And from her appearance, she was obviously some close relative. If it were possible, she might very easily be his sister. "Sally Ann?" he muttered. This girl had to be his younger sister Sally Ann. But how could she be here now? He remembered seeing Sally Ann struck by a car and killed in the street just outside this very house about eleven years earlier. That must be why this house seemed so familiar. Sally's death had prompted his parents to sell this house and move across town, but now, for some unknown reason, she was alive again and his parents had never moved. Justin realized there must have been something about his becoming a girl that had kept his sister from being killed. But what could it have possibly been? As if he knew where he was going, Justin quickly and easily found his room, even though it was totally a teenage girl's room that bore no resemblance to the room in which he'd awoken this morning. After finding exactly what he was looking for in his dresser drawer, Justin quickly changed into the baggy pair of pants and the matching sweatshirt he'd selected. Hoping they would make him appear modest and unattractive, while not being overly revealing, Justin sighed with disappointment as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. In spite of what he was wearing, Justin still thought he looked really hot. "Even wearing baggy things like these, I guess I'm still not going to be able to hide myself for long in the crowd at the mall." He slipped his tennis shoes back on his feet, then picked up his purse from the dresser. After a quick look around the house for what he hoped would be the last time, he exited the house, closing and locking the door behind him. As he reached his car, he looked back at the house that he'd lived in as a young boy. A moment later, after wiping a tear from his eye he wasn't exactly sure why he'd shed, he jumped into his red Mustang and sped away towards the mall. * * * * * * Justin parked in the same mall lot he generally used, then headed for the mall door. With every step he took along his way, he swore he could feel the eyes of every guy he passed staring at him. He didn't like this feeling of being seen as some kind of an object. Things even took a turn for the worse once he was inside the mall. Several guys had found enough courage to quit staring at him; they were actually coming up and hitting on him. Justin felt a surge of relief as soon as he arrived outside the little shop that sat between the computer store and bookstore. After quickly ducking inside the old man's shop, he was surprised when none of the annoying boys, who'd been right on his heels almost from the moment he'd entered the mall, followed him inside. The little bell above the door tinkled to announce his arrival. "Hi Justine. While you in here, you don't need to worry about any of those boys outside," said Dannie with a wide smile as she looked up from the counter. "Welcome back. I just knew you'd be back today." "Whatever gave you that idea?" snarled Justin, his hands firmly planted on his hips. "Just what did you and that old man do to me?" Dannie shook her head. "Well, gee whiz, Justine," she continued smiling. "By now, I'd think it was pretty obvious. I mean, you must have noticed that you're now a girl, much closer friends with Lana Tyler, and no longer involved with that silly little feud with Chet Warner. And just as I told you the other day, you're even a lot more popular than you were. That was what you wanted - wasn't it?" "But I never said anything about being turned into a girl." He returned his hands to his hips for added emphasis, which inadvertently pushed out his ample breasts. "I wanted Lana to be my girlfriend; I didn't want to become her girlfriend. And, given a choice, I'd much rather be punching Chet in the face than have to be his girlfriend." "Oh," replied Dannie simply. "But aren't you and your parents happier now that your little sister Sally Ann is alive and well once again. After all, Justine always watched her little sister better than Justin did." Justin stared at Dannie. How? He wanted to ask her the question, but decided he already knew the answer she'd give him. "I haven't seen my parents... or Sally Ann... yet. I need to talk to the old man. Where is he, Dannie?" "He's not available right now. He had a few other urgent errands that needed being done elsewhere first. But he told me to help you as best I could when you finally arrived." Justin looked at her hopefully. "Does that mean you can change me back into my real self?" "I'm sorry, Justine, but I can't do that," she told him. "I wish I could - I mean I will be able to e