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Making New Friends By Bill Hart The three of them, Brandon Thomas, Carl Dalton, and Jennifer Miller, had been both friends and neighbors since they had been small. As they stood around casually shooting the shit as they normally did between classes, Mandi Fenton, one of the university's cheerleaders, not to mention a snooty little bitch, strolled by them, her nose stuck high in the air. Brandon and Carl stared after her. If only my breasts were larger than they are, thought Jennifer. They keep telling me the smallness of my breasts doesn't matter to them, but neither one of them has ever looked at me the way they're looking at her. "Would you boys just settle down." quipped Jennifer as she shook her head sadly. "She's already spoken for. And besides, even if she were as free as the proverbial bird, she's so far out of _your_ leagues that just the thought of either one of you having even the slightest possibility of being with Her Highness is just really too sad for words." You got that right, thought Mandi, having overheard the conversation. 'Her highness.' I think I like the sound of that. But wouldn't the insignificant threesome be very surprised, if they ever found out I was using one of my many extraordinary talents to find out if they're being as properly respectful of me as they should be. "Damn is she ever gorgeous? Or what?" sighed Brandon. Mandi smiled. How nice of him to notice. "Beautiful in body? Yes, I'd have to agree with that." replied Carl sullenly. "But definitely not so beautiful in her soul, where it counts. I think she's just a spoiled stuck up little bitch." Mandi fumed. Bitch? Spoiled? How dare that insignificant little nobody dare to think of me that way. "Be quiet, Carl." said Jennifer sternly. "What if Mandi overhears you?" It's too late _little_ girl, thought Mandi, I have already heard everything he had to say. "So what if she does?" snarled Carl. "What can that common little tramp do about it? Mandi continued to rage, her face growing redder as her anger at Carl increased. Common? How dare he. I guess I'll just be forced to show them exactly what I can do. But how to get even? What would be the most appropriate method? In the meantime, Brandon, as if lost in a dense fog, was still staring off in Mandi's direction. "You really should lighten up, Carl." said Jennifer. "Haven't you heard all those really weird stories and rumors being spread about the campus about her. Hard as it is to believe, they say Mandi's parents came from the Emerald City of Oz. They say that Mandi is now actually the wicked witch of this university?" "Oh, c'mon Jenn. Oz is just make believe and there are no such things as witches." responded Brandon. "And even if there were, Mandi just couldn't be one. In all the stories, witches are mean and nasty, ugly old crones with warts all over their noses. Mandi's just too young and far too beautiful to be a witch. I really think I'd do just about anything, if I could only be her steady boyfriend." Having liked the compliment, especially being called beautiful, Mandi smiled. Brandon is almost cute... that is for such geek with two nerdy friends, she thought. But the beginnings of an involved and complicated idea for getting even with Carl was also starting to take shape in her mind. "Rather reluctantly, I think I'd have to agree with Brand on that. She's not a _witch_." snarled Carl. "It's the wrong letter. I'd consider her more of a conniving back stabbing bitch." How dare he, snarled Mandi angrily. "What would make you say something like that?" asked Jennifer and Brandon simultaneously. "It's very simple." replied Carl. "You know that football player she's been dating fairly regularly for the last few months." "Yeah, Steve Creighton, the wide receiver." answered Brandon. "What about him?" "Well, from what I've found out, she's also been disguising herself so she can also date Chuck 'Moose' Walters behind his back." Mandi suddenly became nervously fretful. How could someone so obviously _normal_ and so completely talentless know anything about what I've been up to? But even more important than him knowing at the moment - do Chuck and Steve have any idea of what I've been doing? I must hear more of this. "That's just plain silly, Carl." replied Jennifer. "I've seen the girl that has been dating Moose. There is no way that she and Mandi are the same girl." "Have you seen both of them... together?" asked Carl. "No, not really. But I don't see any relevance in not seeing them together." replied Jennifer. "I'll admit they do seem to share a certain superficial resemblance of sorts. However, this is no way I could ever jump to the conclusion that they were the same girl. Among other things, the girl dating Moose has darker hair and even bigger tits than Mandi." "There's no way they can be same girl, Carl." agreed Brandon. "But don't you both see. That's exactly what she counts on." Carl countered. "She puts on a dark colored wig, pads her bra to make her breasts look even bigger, and even chooses a little different style of makeup. That makes her look considerably different. And even though those two jocks aren't all that bright, I finally managed to convince them that she was two-timing both of them. They're gonna try and catch her in the act... tonight. Oh shit, swore Mandi to herself. "And you know something, I'd really love to be there when they get their chance to put that snobby little bitch in her place." I think that can be arranged, Carl, thought Mandi. But I really can't worry too much about getting even with you... at least, for right now. I've got to figure out some way of spoiling their plans to catch me dating both of them. I'm sure there must be something really clever I can do to completely cover my ass on this. "What did she ever do to you?" asked Brandon. "None of your business. Let's just say I have my reasons." replied Carl. "Lets just say Mandi and I have a long history." Mandi suddenly smiled. There's no reason to put off taking my revenge on Carl for his interference. I'll just let him be a vital and irreplaceable part of the dating cover-up. I know exactly what I will do in order to make certain my ass is covered perfectly. Quickly composing herself, Mandi turned around and casually strolled back in the threesome's direction. As part of her plan, she was determined not to unduly alarm them. "Damnit, Carl." swore Jennifer as she saw Mandi walking back towards them. "She's now coming back our way. If she heard any of the things you were saying, then you're gonna be in really deep shit now, Carl. Did it ever cross your mind what could happen to _you_, if she decided to tell either Steve or Moose what you said about her or that other girl. They're both big enough to pound you to a pulp." "I'm not worried about her." said Carl fearlessly. "She can't do anything to me. And she won't snitch to either of her boyfriends either. If she does, it'll only prove my point. And I'm sure she knows it." Arriving where the trio stood, Mandi stopped. Totally ignoring Carl's presence, she spoke softly and sexily to Brandon. "Why. Hello there, Brandon." As she smiled seductively at him, Brandon's mouth dropped open. He'll be just perfect for what I have in mind, thought Mandi. "How would _you_ like to be my date tonight, Brandon dear?" she asked. "Wow.... er... Would I?" he mumbled in disbelief. "Really? Who wouldn't?" he replied as his head bounced up and down like one of those bobble-head dolls. "Damnit, Brand. Don't be so stupid." snapped Carl. "What can she possibly see in you?" Brandon's exhilaration of the moment collapsed back into abject reality. But why couldn't this all be true, he wondered? Having Mandi as his girlfriend had always been his fondest fantasy. And Carl's simple question had crashed his dream down on its completely unrealistic foundation. "What about Steve Creighton and Moose Walters?" asked Jennifer. "Not that it's any of your business, but Steve and I had a really big fight this morning. Somebody told him I'd been cheating on him. And he actually accused me of seeing some other guy behind his back." Knowing it was what he had wanted to hear, Mandi smiled as she saw Carl's little knowing smirk. "We are finished with one another." She flashed another smile towards Brandon. "And as far as Moose is concerned, I've never been out with him in my whole life. And have really never wanted to. However, my cousin Randi has been seeing quite a lot of him of late." "Cousin, smousin. I bet you don't even have a cousin named Randi." snarled Carl. "You've been putting on a dark wig and padding your bra just so you can date Moose without Steve finding out. They're just two dumb jocks, but before very long, everybody will know all about what a two-timing little bitch you actually are." "But Carl." interrupted Brandon. "If she and Steve are not going to be dating anymore and if it's really been her cousin that's been seeing Moose, then maybe she is really serious about wanting me to be her date tonight." "Damnit, Brand." swore Carl again. "You can't be that smitten with her to actually believe she could possibly be serious. She must be up to something." "And why can't I be interested in you, Brandon dear?" She ran her fingers through his hair, while cuddling up close to him. She smiled at him, pleased at hearing his heart rate increasingly quicken solely from her nearness. "Would you rather spend time _with_ me tonight?" she cooed in his ear. "Or would you rather spend your entire night with Carl -- jerking off together?" Brandon's heart raced as his imagination ran wild. He imagined Mandi Fenton and him... being together. And then, she suddenly changed into Carl. Having to choose between being with Mandi or being with Carl was no choice at all. It was no contest. "Why, with you, Mandi, of course." he answered, while sliding an arm around her slim inviting waist. And before the stunned Carl and Jennifer could utter another word, they watched Brandon and Mandi walk away together. But before the new couple had traveled very far, both of them overheard Mandi telling Brandon, "I'll absolutely guarantee you this right now, Brandon, sweetheart. Without any doubt, you will have the absolutely best night of your entire life tonight. And you'll also be spending all of it _alone_ with someone who really, really loves you." Carl wanted to gag. "Who the hell does she think she's fooling?" Mandi smiled, then kissed Brandon lightly on the cheek. "Does it really matter?" asked Jennifer. "Brandon's been snared - hook, line, and sinker. There they go walking away together." Jennifer sighed. "And if those rumors you heard of her dating both Steve and Moose are actually as true as you want to believe they are, then I'd guess she's setting Brandon up to be her sacrificial lamb." "We've got to warn him." said Carl. "About what? You just tried to warn him about her and he wasn't about to listen to you at all." replied Jennifer. "I don't really know if those weird rumors of her being some kind of a witch are true either, but Brand definitely looked to be completely under her spell when they left." "But Brand's been my friend nearly forever. There's no way I'm going to let that sneaky conniving bitch put him between herself and those two big apes. They'll kill him." "But what can you do about it, Carl?" "I don't know, right now. But believe me, Jenn, I'll come up with something to stop her plan, whatever it is." ***** "I still can't believe you really want me to be new boyfriend." said Brandon, as he and Mandi continued walking in the direction of her dormitory. "And why not, Brandon?" Leaning into him, she kissed his cheek lightly again. "Well... Mostly because Carl has always told me that no girl like you could ever be interested in a nerdish, computer geek like me. I'm sure you know Carl's not just my neighbor - he and I have been best friends since we were just kids. He'd never lie to me." "You shouldn't always believe Carl about everything. Quite obviously, he has his own agenda to attend to here." replied Mandi softly. And he's also a little more observant than I would have ever given him credit for being, she thought. "But for some reason - just what I couldn't even begin to guess - he doesn't seem to want you to know I'm interested in you, Brandon." She quickly ran her hand through his hair. "You do think I'm interested in you? Don't you, lover?" Brandon smiled. It was still hard for him to believe his incredible good fortune. And yet, Mandi Fenton _was_ with him and talking to him. _And_ they were actually on their way to her dorm room. And _she_ was going to be _his_ date tonight. "Yes, Mandi. I'm sure that you're as interested in me as I am in you." Brandon leaned towards her intending to kiss her lips. I wouldn't go quite that far, thought Mandi with a grin. She placed her fingers across his nearing lips. "We should really wait until we get back to my room." she told him, her grin widening. "And after we get there, then we can start having some _real_ fun." A smile of eager anticipation spread rapidly across his face, as Brandon quickened their pace towards her dormitory. As soon as the two of them entered her single dorm room, Mandi cuddled close and allowed Brandon to kiss her. Believing he must have died and gone to heaven, Brandon's thoughts chaotically swirled about his mind. "You know Brandon, sweetheart." she began, kissing him lightly on his cheek. "I know how all the guys and nearly all of the girls tease you so mercilessly about being a geek and nerd." As she smiled at him, Mandi ran her fingers through his hair, then across his chest. "But I really think I can help you overcome that little problem. That is, if you really want me to help you." "Just being seen walking around with me has probably helped my campus image a lot, Mandi." he replied. "I'm sure every guy along the way who saw you walking with me was jealous of me. After tonight, I'll bet that no one will ever look at me the same way again." "Of course, that's how it should be. I just thought I could help you even more." she replied with a widening grin. "I'm certain you realize that I like you just the way you are, Brandon. But what would you say if I told you I could make you even more attractive to me?" Puzzled, Brandon asked, "How could you do that?" "It's simple, sweetheart." replied Mandi. "I'd do it with magic, of course." Brandon smiled. Very obviously, Mandi is playing some little game with me, he thought. "Magic?" he asked. "But there is no such thing as magic." "Are you absolutely certain about that?" "Of course, I am." replied Brandon. "There isn't anybody in the whole world who believes in magic any more." "I do." said Mandi. "You do?" he replied with surprise. "Certainly, I do." she grinned. "How else did you think I was going to make you even more attractive to me then you already are, dearest?" "I don't know." replied Brandon. "I just figured it was all some kind of game you were playing." "Magic's not a game, Brandon." scolded Mandi playfully. "My plan was to cast a spell over you that would _not only_ make you more attractive to me, but it would also insure that absolutely _nobody_ ever called you, referred to you, or could even think of you as a geek or a nerd or any of those other derogatory terms like them ever again, lover." After thinking about what she was offering him for a moment, Brandon replied, "You know, I think something like that would be very nice. That is, if it were only possible. But no one can a spell like that on someone." he sighed. "To do that, you'd have to be a witch. And there are just no such things as witches. Besides, even if there were such things as witches, you're far too beautiful to be one." "Aren't you just the sweetest thing, Brandon. I'm ever so glad I picked you tonight." she smiled teasingly at him. "But _I_ really can cast a spell like that, Brandon, because _I_ really am a witch. In fact, all the women in my family are witches and have been for the last several centuries. That old crone image of witches is all a carefully crafted illusion." Brandon smiled at her. He couldn't believe Mandi had this odd kinky side to her personality. He would have never imagined her capable of it. _But_ he decided, he liked it and opted to play along with her. It should prove interesting, he thought. "Let me see if I've got this straight. What you're telling me is you could actually change my physical appearance into that of someone who didn't look like such a geek?" "Exactly. That is, _if_ you want me to." she smiled at him. "But also remember that the spell will make _you_ even more attractive to me than you already are." Mandi ran her hand lightly through his hair, before kissing him softly on the lips. "All you need to do is ask me, Brandon." "If that's all it takes," smiled Brandon, "then would you do that for me right now?" "Certainly, Brandon. Since it is something that you really seem to want rather badly. Stand right here." Mandi quickly positioned Brandon directly in front of her. Looking up into his eyes, she slowly raised her hands and placed each of them gently on one of his temples. "Close your eyes." And Brandon's eyes closed. "Now, Brandon, I want you to feel the powers of the Change as they begin flowing through your body." Unexpectedly, Brandon felt the power Mandi had just invoked begin building up inside him. At first, the unusual feelings and odd sensations frightened him, since he had still been thinking Mandi was merely playing a game with him. Having expected to feel nothing, he had been taken completely by surprise at the power's growing intensity within him. And Brandon could also sense that those peculiar tinglings announced the resculpting his body, just as Mandi had told him her spell would do. But as each moment the power continued flowing through him passed, his fear likewise diminished. Unable to tell exactly how the power was reshaping him, Brandon began eagerly anticipating not only seeing, but actually becoming, his new self. For most of his life, Brandon had suffered by being the butt end of many cruel jokes from his classmates. But now, as a result of Mandi's spell, all of that crap would soon be a thing of the past. There were no doubts in his mind that he would now be treated vastly different than he'd ever been treated before. He'd show everyone who'd ever poked fun at him in the past. And even Carl would soon have to eat his words about a girl like Mandi not being interested in someone like him. He knew she'd be interested, because she was providing his new body. As he thought about the types of guys Mandi normally dated, Brandon began smiling. He was certain he'd be a veritable Adonis at the very least. Who knows, he thought, maybe I'll stop by and give Jennifer the thrill of her life, that is, _if_ I have any time for her now. Brandon was sure she'd enjoy the attention. With her small tits, she had always worried about being attractive to guys, especially since her father had left her equally flat-chested mother for some girl who had breasts that each rivaled Denali in size And then the power within his altering body began to ebb. Briefly disoriented, Brandon clutched Mandi tightly to him, even as she held him. Brandon felt incredible, especially holding Mandi in his arms. As the last of the power faded from Brandon, Mandi broke from their embrace, then took a step back. "Keep your eyes closed, Brandon." she instructed him. "It will assist your body's adjustment to your new form. Don't move. And don't say a word until you're told to speak." Mandi took another step back. "Would you now take one step backwards, sweetheart?" she asked with a grin. "I just want to admire my latest handiwork for just a little bit longer." Obligingly, Brandon stepped back. But as he did, he felt odd and somewhat out of sorts. There was also something peculiar about the way he felt as he moved. However, never having been transformed into a Greek god before, Brandon assumed what he was feeling must be more or less normal. But what really bothered him was his hair. It was apparently quite long, because it had swished across both his shoulders and his back as he'd taken that one small step for Mandi. He'd never seen Mandi dating guys with long hair, but his definitely a lot longer than before. It felt strange to have it lying gently over his shoulders. "You're absolutely gorgeous now." squealed Mandi with delight, at the same time breaking Brandon's self-disturbing thoughts. "You are perfect now. You're exactly what I had in mind for you Brandon. You may now open your eyes, if you wish. Brandon's eyes snapped open. He was surprised to find himself looking up slightly at Mandi. He had been a few inches taller than her before and he was certain Mandi liked dating guys who were taller than her. He had definitely not expected to be shorter than her. But he continued feeling really weird. Certainly a witch's spell properly cast should have easily compensated for such odd feelings of disorientation. He believed - since that was the way in was in all the books he read - the spell should have acclimated him and made him feel comfortable and right at home with his new shape. Reaching slowly upward, he grabbed a handful of that bothersome hair laying now on his shoulders. Tugging on it gently, he discovered, just as he had expected, that it was firmly attached. But not only did he now have _long_ hair stretching down to the middle of his back, it was also, quite inexplicably, the same _blond_ color as Mandi's. After letting his new golden tresses slip through his fingers, Brandon stared at his hand for several minutes, totally stunned by its altered appearance. It too was much smaller than it had been before and impossibly appeared to be almost dainty. His fingers were now long and slender with nails painted a dark red color. This can't be my hand, he thought, this is a girl's hand. Without conscious thought or direction, his now feminine appearing hands sought out his chest and quickly discovered, to his shock and surprise, two rather large woman's breasts hanging proudly beneath his ill-fitting shirt. And shortly thereafter, also undirected and unconsciously, his probing feminine hands made another disturbing discovery. His manhood was also missing. "You made me a girl. Why did you do this to me?" whined Brandon in shock. "I thought you were going to transform me into someone more attractive to you." Mandi smiled at him. "But that's exactly what the spell did for you, Brandon. You are very definitely more attractive to me now. And if you'll also remember, darling, I also guaranteed you that no one would ever laugh at you or make fun of you ever again. Looking the way you look now, sweetness, I truly doubt anyone will ever make you the butt of anyone's cruel and senseless jokes ever again." "But Mandi, you made me a girl." whined Brandon again. "How can you find me more attractive if I'm a girl just like you?" He gazed off into space. "Don't tell me you're a lesbian." he gasped. "But you can't be a lesbian. I _know_ you like boys." "You know, Brandon. You really have become a silly little _girl_." replied Mandi. "Of course, I'm not a lesbian. I like boys. And for that matter, I only like boys. They have so much more to offer _me_ in a relationship. But then, your becoming a girl has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the reason I find your new shape and form so much more attractive to me." Brandon stared at Mandi's smiling face unable to hide his expression of vast confusion. "But..." "I'll show you exactly what I mean, Brandon, sweetheart." grinned Mandi. "Why don't we _two girls_ wander over to the mirror hanging on the wall over there, so we can take real good and appreciative looks at ourselves." Mandi slowly slid her arm around Brandon's new slender waist and led him over to the mirror hanging on the wall. On the way, he'd closed his eyes, letting her lead while obviously unwilling to look at the girl Mandi had made of him. "C'mon, Brandon. Just open your eyes and take a quick peek. I'm certain you'll absolutely adore yourself, once you've seen your reflection in the mirror." "I doubt it." mumbled Brandon. But even he knew that sooner or later he'd have to look. I might as well get it over with, he thought. Slowly opening his eyes to look at his transformed self, Brandon suddenly gasped. Even though he was still dressed in his old, now ill-fitting, male clothing, Brandon had no problem quickly recognizing his newly obtained feminine frame. "I look just like you, Mandi." he said with both anger and wonder. "There's certainly nothing wrong, not that there should be, with you new body's eyesight, Brandon." she smirked. "But _those_ clothes just aren't you any more, love. They have just got to go. Fortunately, the two of us wear the same size... now." And as soon as Mandi began to concentrate, Brandon's clothes started changing. His pant legs, now too long and dragging on the floor, fused together seamlessly. As the material changed, what appeared to be a long dress shortened, quickly lifting off from the floor. With each new inch the hem rose, it also shrank and tightened in conformance to the contours of his new form. When, after a few moments had passed, the change ended, the remaining short skirt left bare a long, smooth and sexy pair of very feminine legs. His baggy shirt began to squirm and wiggle across his body. In the past, and under vastly different circumstances, Brandon had wondered about the mechanics of shrink wrap. Now, as his shirt continued its shrinking to fit - it had quickly reconfigured into a tight fitting T-shirt that exposed more of his expansive new cleavage than he would have preferred - Brandon felt he was experiencing something similar first hand. As he gaped at himself in the mirror, he was surprised by a sudden apparent spurt of growth. Looking down towards his feet, he noticed his shoes had changed, becoming a very fashionable feminine pair complete with two-inch heels. Turning his attention to Mandi again, Brandon discovered they now stood the same height and looked at each other eye-to-eye. But when he returned his gaze to the mirror, Brandon audibly gasped again. The clothes he was now wearing were completely identical to those currently being worn by Mandi. If he hadn't already known which of the images reflected by the mirror was actually him, then he would have never been able to correctly identify himself. "Now that you've seen yourself, Brandon." smiled Mandi. "Can you see why I now find you so much more attractive _this_ way?" In near total shock at all that had happened to him, Brandon continued staring at his reflection. "But why me?" he asked her simply. "A simple enough question. And it deserves an answer just as simple, Brandon." she replied. "I needed a girl to be my cousin Randi. Carl, that total asshole you call your friend, somehow managed to convince both Steve and Moose that Randi and I are one and the same person." "Are you telling me, you changed me into this girl to get back at _Carl_ for something?" he asked incredulously. "Now that's a _real_ logical decision, if I ever heard one." he snarled. "If _you_ wanted to get back at _Carl_ for something, then, instead of _me_, wouldn't _Carl_ have been a better choice to become _this_ girl you needed?" "But this is all perfectly logical, Brandon. In order for my plan to work out right, Carl _must_ see Randi for himself. Besides, I would never want Carl to become my cousin for even a second." explained Mandi. "Even though that idiot totally screwed up _how_ I did it, he still, by some means unknown to me, managed to somehow stumble onto the truth that I was dating Steve openly as myself and Moose secretly as my cousin Randi. He even convinced them to try catching me in the act tonight. I just had to do something to prevent that from ever happening." "But how could you possibly be both Mandi and Randi?" asked Brandon. "In case you've forgotten, I've seen both you and Randi. There is no way the two of you can be the same girl. You and Randi might look somewhat similar, but she has darker colored hair and her tits are bigger." "You also forgot to mention that her waist is somewhat more waspish than mine." added Mandi. "Given the tight clothes Randi generally wears, even Carl couldn't explain that little fact away. So he just ignored it." Mandi's grin widened. "Isn't magic wonderful, Brandon?" "What are you talking about now?" asked Brandon. "I suppose it will be far easier to show you than to try and explain it, sweetheart." replied Mandi. "Especially since _you_ are going to be Randi tonight and _you_ will be out with _your_ boyfriend Moose, who loves _you_ very much." Mandi placed one of her hands briefly atop Brandon's head, then smiled and whispered something totally unintelligible into the air. "Now Brandon, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to take off that blond wig you're wearing." "What?" he asked totally surprised by her request. "I said I wanted you to take off that blond wig you're wearing." she repeated. "But it's not a wig, Mandi." he argued. "It's firmly attached to my scalp. I know that for a fact, because I pulled on it earlier and it hurt." "Don't argue with me, Brandon." she told him sternly. "Just do what I've told you to do." Deciding he'd have to show her his hair was securely fastened, Brandon slowly reached up, then grabbed a small handful of his golden tresses in his hand. Not really wanting to, but ever so slowly and gently, he pulled at his hair. To his unexpected surprise, what he had believed was _his_ own long blonde hair easily slid from his head. Somehow, magic he decided most likely, it had actually become a wig, just as Mandi had told him it was. Dropping the blonde wig to the floor, Brandon found himself once again staring at himself in the mirror. Only now he possessed an equally imposing length and mass of raven colored tresses. As he stared at his reflection, he suddenly felt a tingling in his breasts, then, as he continued watching awestruck, they began to inflate, growing even larger than Mandi's. At the same time his already slender waist pulled in on itself ever so slightly. Once again, Brandon gasped. He no longer appeared exactly as Mandi did. Instead, the image now appeared exactly as he remembered her cousin Randi. "Do you see how logical it all is now, Brandon? What did I tell you about magic?" she gloated. "As I'm sure you've already realized, you now look just like my cousin Randi, the _girl_ who has been dating Moose for the past several months." "This is totally impossible." muttered Brandon. "No, it isn't. It's quite possible. You're looking at the very best proof I could ever hope to give you right there in the mirror, Brandon." replied Mandi. "You should also know that as of this exact moment, no one, except you, me, and your friend Carl, even remembers anyone named Brandon Thomas as ever having existed in this new altered reality I've created. As far as everyone else is concerned, you are, as you have always been, Randi Thomas, my cousin _and_ my roommate." "But why are you allowing Carl to remember me as Brandon, if no one else will?" Mandi smiled. "Because I still need him to show up here tonight in an attempt to rescue you from my clutches. That asshole still needs to be punished. I wonder if he'll be able to take his punishment like a _man_." "What are you going to do to him?" asked Brandon warily. "_Me_?" she asked in mock surprise. "I don't intend to do anything to Carl." Mandi's widening grin worried Brandon. "I'm going to give _you_ that honor, _Randi_." "Like hell I'm going to do anything like this to him." spat Brandon. "Carl's my friend, not that you understand friendship. And there is absolutely nothing you can do to me that will make me hurt him, or even want to hurt him." "We'll see about that a little later, Randi dear." smirked Mandi. "But, on the other hand, I don't remember anybody ever saying anything at all about hurting anyone. Do you, sweetheart?" Brandon gave her another puzzled look. But before Mandi could reply, the doorbell rang, accompanied by several loud knocks on the door. "Now, I wonder who that could be?" asked Mandi innocently. "It's far too early for either of _our_ dates to be arriving." Mandi strolled casually to the door, leaving Brandon standing before the mirror. When she opened it, she was not surprised to see Carl standing outside. "What can _I_ do for you, Carl?" she said coldly. "I've come to rescue Brand from your scheming clutches, you conniving little bitch." "How very chivalrous of you, Carl." laughed Mandi. "But I'm afraid you're too late. Brandon isn't here any longer. He left shortly after I received a phone call from Steve. He was very disappointed, that, not that it's really any of your business, Steve and I have patched up all our differences." "That's almost a nice try, Mandi. But I think it's total bullshit. I never could believe most anything you've ever said and I don't believe this load of crap." replied Carl. "I haven't seen Brand leave here and I've been outside watching. I don't want to see him caught in the middle of whatever stupid little game you're obviously playing with Steve and Moose." "What game is that, Carl?" she answered coldly. "And just how many times must I tell you I'm not seeing Moose before you'll believe me?" "I'll never believe you." snarled Carl. "Well, if you can't believe me, then maybe you'd like to come inside and ask Randi _herself_ about your inane suspicions. Since we both live here, we've arranged with both of our guys to pick us up here tonight." "Yeah, right." snarled Carl again. "As if I believe _she_ might even possibly be here." Mandi turned away from Carl, who couldn't see her broadening smile. "Randi." she hollered towards the other room. "Would you come here please?" Still wondering what scheme Mandi had up her sleeve, Carl was surprised to a good-looking, dark-haired girl approaching from the other room. This can't be, it's totally impossible, he thought, as he recognized the girl as the one dating Moose. He looked at Mandi. He looked at Randi. He looked at Mandi again. No, this can't be, he thought. Randi and Mandi just can't possibly be here together at the same time. Brandon hadn't wanted to come when Mandi had called out Randi's name, but he'd felt strangely compelled to do what she had asked. He wanted to shout out a warning to his friend, telling him to flee from her and this place while he still could and to run for help as fast as he could. And yet, he couldn't. Arriving at door, he smiled right at Carl. Surprising even himself, he said in soft dulcet tones., "Hi, Carl. Remember me. I'm Randi, Mandi's cousin." Carl's mouth dropped open. He'd been so sure that both of these girls in the room were actually Mandi. Where and how did I mess this up, he wondered. I was so certain, but now that I can see them standing together, I have to admit they both must be real. Shit, he suddenly thought. What will those two big dumb jocks that have been dating these girls do to me? That is, if and when, they catch up with me. "Why don't you come inside for a few minutes, Carl?" asked Mandi politely. "I'm sure you'd like to visit for a few minutes with Randi again." Again, wondered Carl. "Oh yes, please do, Carl." Brandon couldn't believe either the sound or the tone of his altered voice. It sounded so feminine and sexy now. How can I tell Carl who I really am sounding like this, he wondered. And even if I could tell him, I doubt he's very likely to believe me. Carl's thoughts returned to the impending arrival of those two very large sized football players. "I don't know if..." "I said, _come inside_, Carl." commanded Mandi. "Well. Okay. I suppose I can visit." replied Carl. "But just for a couple of minutes. I really can't stay very long." But as he entered the dorm room, he could think of no reason, either good or bad, why he had decided to stay. "That's much better, Carl." said Mandi with a smile. "You know, you should _always_ do exactly what you're told, Carl." "Of course, Mandi." he answered woodenly. "I always do what I'm told." Strolling casually over to Carl, Brandon stared at him for a second, before uncontrollably kissing him passionately on the lips. Shocked by his own actions, Brandon was even more horrified as Carl began to respond to his advances. Wanting desperately to hide, Brandon pulled back. "That's for old times, Carl." he said in the same sexy voice he'd used before, even as he wondered what he'd meant. As each new second passed, Carl continued to become more and more confused. He seemed to vaguely remember thinking things were different before seeing her again. Why had he thought Randi didn't actually exist? That was silly, Randi was an old friend, who he'd known since they were both small. Instead of Randi, someone else, someone he couldn't quite remember even though he knew he should, had become that figment of his imagination. And all the while, his mind kept filling with more and more descriptive details of him and Randi, not only being just old friends, but a whole lot more as well. What the hell is going on here, he fretted. Wasn't the reason I came here tonight the rescue of an old friend from someone. But what would make me think Randi needed to be rescued from her own cousin? The room began to spin, as Carl suddenly felt dizzy. "Are you alright, Carl?" It was mostly Brandon's question, but it was spoken with Randi's sexy voice. "I'm feeling kind of dizzy and a little nauseous." replied Carl. "And suddenly, I seem to be awfully confused about just about everything." "Why don't you go lie down on the bed in the other room until you feel better, Carl." suggested Mandi. "Alright, Mandi." replied Carl. "That sounds like a great idea. But I'm really sorry about imposing on you like this." "No problem, Carl." grinned Mandi. "No problem at all." After watching his confused friend leave the room, Brandon wondered why he had acted like some sex-starved girl around Carl. He turned back to ask Mandi, since, if anyone one would know the answer to his question, she certainly would. "Why was _I_ acting the way I was around Carl?" asked Brandon. "Another simple question. And it deserves another simple answer." replied Mandi. "As soon as Carl saw you _were_ actually Randi, his memories of Brandon became unnecessary; consequently, they began fading away. The more he saw of _you_ and the more he interacted with _you_, the quicker his memories of _you_ as Brandon became memories of _you_ as Randi. As he stumbled from the room dazed and confused a few minutes ago, he knew exactly who _you_ had always been, _Randi_. I really doubt he could recognize the male Brandon, even if he tripped over your former body. "There are now only the two of us remaining in the entire world who even remember that someone named Brandon Thomas ever existed at all. And when Carl began thinking of you solely as Randi, you also began adjusting in order to fit into his reality. As a result, when Carl was near you, you just began naturally acting the way Randi would act normally around him." "What did you do to Carl?" "I did absolutely nothing to him." replied Mandi. "As I told you before, he's totally your responsibility _Randi_, not mine." Brandon wished Mandi would quit calling him Randi. Except for his earlier embarrassing reactions to Carl, he didn't feel like a Randi, or even a girl for that matter. But the more he stared at his new reflection in the mirror, the more even he had to admit he definitely looked more like a Randi than any Brandon he'd ever known. "Then why was Carl so dizzy? Why did he look so sick? Why was he acting so weirdly?" "Reality adjustments can be unpleasant for some." dismissed Mandi. "But you don't have to worry long about Carl. What he's now feeling will pass. Aside from suffering some dizziness and nausea, as well as been a little confused, he'll endure no real harm or lasting effects from the changes going on around him. But, since you defended me against him earlier, I'll make certain that your transition will be somewhat easier on you. Do you remember the party on your eighth birthday, Randi?" "Party? What party?" "Your eighth birthday? Don't you remember? Think about who was at your party?" Unable to do otherwise, Brandon thought about his eighth birthday. Had I even had a party? How had Mandi known I'd had a party on my eighth birthday? And who had come to my party? Brandon started to reply that Bob and Hank and Carl and... But before he could begin, he had to stop and rethink who had actually been at his party. What would make me think Carl had been at my party? After all, Carl didn't really like me all that much when we were eight. It was only later... Looking towards Mandi, he answered her question. "Brenda and Helen and Colleen were there. And so were you, Mandi. I also think that Jennifer must have been there, since she's always been one of your best friends. There were several other girls there, but I just can't seem to remember any of their names right now." Mandi smiled. "That's alright. What was your favorite present?" Brandon immediately thought about the camera Carl had given him, but then he remembered Carl hadn't been at her party. And why would he think he'd received a present from someone who hadn't even been there in the first place. In her mind, things were becoming increasingly complex and confusing to him, or had he really become a her now. "I don't know why you have to ask me that Mandi." replied Randi. "It was the Barbie doll _you_ gave me." "Why did you like it so much?" Brandon was shocked by Randi's reply. "I loved it because I knew when I grew up I wanted to have titties as big as hers. Some of the other girls even made vows that they'd also have Barbie-sized titties when they grew up." "Very good, Randi." remarked Mandi. But by now, Brandon had realized he had another reason to be really worried. When he thought about anything that had happened to him on or before his eighth birthday, the memories he recalled weren't his any longer. Somehow, they had been altered, becoming Randi's memories instead of his. It was just as if he had been Randi until after he'd turned eight. However, from the day following after his eighth birthday all of _his_ memories apparently remained intact and, more importantly, his own. But, he wondered, for how long? "Now, Randi, let's move up to your very first date." Immediately Brandon thought about Carol Fisher. They had gone to high school together and had also had several classes together. They'd met at a meeting of the chess club, of which both of them were members. She was tall and lanky and kind of cute in a way only another geeky nerd could ever fully appreciate. But when all was said and done, it had been a disaster of a date. Hell, she wouldn't even let me kiss her when I took her home, he sullenly remembered. "Well?" asked Mandi impatiently. "Who was your first date?" Randi's answer surprised him. "Carl Dalton." she whispered. Mandi smiled again. "Why don't you take some time and think about your getting ready for your big first date with Carl, Randi." ***** Instantly, Brandon thoughts were transported back in time. But, as had happened before, Randi's memories of that day quickly merged into his, becoming _his_ own. He instantly recognized her room. And he smiled at seeing the Barbie doll her cousin Mandi had given him for her eighth birthday. Looking into the mirror, he realized she still had quite a ways to go before his titties were the same relative size of those of her doll. Randi knew his dress would be short enough to arouse Carl's interest. And Carl had also told her earlier he liked his long dark hair. If only his breasts weren't so small, then everything would be perfect. But with titties this small, Carl might never want to see me again, she fretted. It wasn't fair, thought Randi, beginning to pout. Unless... Maybe there is something I can do about my small breasts. If only I'm old enough. Brandon felt Randi begin concentrating on what she wanted his body to do. He felt Randi's smile widen, just as she began feeling the tingling sensations start spreading across his breasts. She sensed the expansion of his breasts. But Randi quickly realized that she couldn't make his breasts as large as she knew Carl liked them too swiftly. It would have to take some time; otherwise, people she didn't want noticing her would begin taking notice of him and asking her questions he didn't want to answer. Randi looked at herself in the mirror. Brandon could see that her breasts had actually grown a little larger. Randi smiled, knowing if he repeated this same spell once a month over the next year or so, she could have the Barbie-sized tits he had desired since she was eight. And nobody would be any the wiser that he'd used her magic on himself to enlarge her breasts. ***** Mandi interrupted her cousin's recollections. "Did anything of interest happen that night, Randi?" she asked. Brandon smiled, but it was Randi who answered her cousin's question. "It was the very first time I was able to access my powers. I used them to make my titties grow just a little bit bigger." "Does it bother you that you're a witch, Randi?" "Of course not, Mandi. Why should it? You know all the females in _our_ family are witches. Being a witch has never bothered anyone in our family before. So if it has never bothered anyone before and it doesn't bother you, then why should it bother me." replied Randi. "We just have to be very careful about letting anyone find out about our little family secret." "Did you have fun on your date with Carl?" "I certainly did." replied Randi with a broad smile. "For a little while, however, it was touch and go with him. At first, I just wasn't very sure about him. I mean, Carl was such a gentleman all night. He didn't even try to kiss me, until after _I_ kissed him. And then, what had until then been a mostly disappointing evening became something totally wonderful. I don't think anyone who knew Carl would have ever suspected he'd turn out to be such a tireless tiger in the sack." Brandon wanted to blush at the myriad of thoughts and fantasies racing through their shared mind. How could Randi think _those_ kind of thoughts about his best friend and neighbor. But as Randi continued talking with Mandi about things Brandon didn't at first remember, he soon realized that Randi's memories had been rapidly supplanting his own - now nearly filling in the entire gap between _her_ eighth birthday and _her_ first date... with Carl. Brandon was also suddenly shocked to discover that Randi's lustful thoughts centering on her neighbor Carl had actually started several years before their first date. She'd been extremely happy when he'd finally decided to ask her out, had thoroughly enjoyed the last few hours of their date, and was now looking forward to having a lot more fun with Carl. What was left of Brandon's mind dreaded learning more of her intimate contact with his friend. How could she do those things, he wondered? "Now, Randi, let's make another leap forward to your very first date with Moose." ***** Once again, Brandon found himself standing in front of the mirror staring at herself as he got ready for her first date with Moose. His and her memories once more swirling together, merging and mixing. As Brandon looked at her reflection, he knew the girl reflected in the mirror was not only hot, she also knew it. Brandon soon realized her date with Moose was approximately six months earlier than the present. As a result, Brandon guessed he would only have six months of his own memories left when Mandi finished questioning her cousin about her date with Moose. By then, any earlier memories of his life would have been completely overwritten by Randi's. Brandon looked at Randi's buxom breasts and knew without doubt he had continued to cast her breast enhancement spell. Looking at his breasts in the mirror made her smile. He could also sense Randi's excitement in looking forward to her date with Moose. But at the same time, he could sense her also feeling a little sorry for Carl, who just couldn't accept their final break up. Carl still wanted to be with her, but Randi knew she'd completely outgrown whatever Carl had to offer her. For the sake of all the good times they'd had together, she really hoped Carl wouldn't be constantly harping at her about getting back together again. Brandon felt her anguish. She'd told Carl it was over between them. And she had definitely meant it. But she also knew she'd hate herself, if she was forced to have Moose hurt Carl in order to convince him to leave her alone. ***** "Do you remember what happened when Carl showed up that night?" asked Mandi. "Wasn't he trying to keep you from your date with Moose?" What little was left of Brandon's mind swirled momentarily seeking the answer, before Randi replied. "Yeah, he tried. But Carl was awfully drunk and extremely obnoxious when he arrived unexpectedly that night. But I still felt kind of sorry for him. I mean, he was so totally pitiful and pathetic in his drunken stupor. It made me wonder how we could have ever been friends at all, let alone lovers. He kept telling me he wanted me back. And he still wanted me to be his girlfriend, but I was just as adamant in my insistence we could now be nothing more than friends. He just couldn't accept that." she sighed. "What did you do?" asked Mandi. Randi began to smile. And Brandon, rapidly searching through _her_ memories again, wondered what Randi might have actually done to Carl. As Randi's thoughts turned to what she had done to Carl that night, Brandon also had access to the events that were held in their shared mind. He shuddered uncontrollably as he watched and remembered the scene between them unfold. ***** "You're totally pathetic, Carl. I don't know how or even why I've managed to put up with you as long as I have ." "But I love you Randi." exclaimed Carl. "I want us to be together forever." "That's not possible, Carl. I'm dating Moose now. He is my boyfriend. You and I can still be friends. But that is all we can ever be now... just friends." "Just friends?" asked Carl in disbelief. "No. I want to be more to you than just another one of your many friends." With an idea suddenly popping into her mind, Randi grinned. "Maybe there is a way that you and I can be more than just friends, Carl." Her words buoyed Carl's sagging spirits. Looking more hopeful then he'd felt in days, he asked her, "Do you really mean it, Randi? You'd really be _my_ girlfriend again?" "Maybe, Carl." said Randi coyly. "But before I could commit myself to you again, you'd have to agree that not only would I be your girlfriend, but also that you and I would have to be each other's best friend." "You'd really do that for me, Randi." Carl was beside himself with joy, thinking he'd successfully won her back. "What do I have to do?" "Of course, I'd do that for you, Carl." she grinned, knowing he was so eager to please her. "All you have to do is tell me to make you my best friend." "Is that all?" he asked with a wide smile. "Please, Randi." he implored her. "Please make me your best friend in the whole wide world." With a grin, Randi replied, "If that's what you want, Carl, then in just a few short minutes that's exactly who you will be." Randi put her hand across Carl's forehead. "Close your eyes, Carl. I want you to concentrate fully on being my very best friend. There is nothing you want more than to be the best friend I've always wanted." As Carl's eyes quickly closed, Randi slowly pulled her hand away from his forehead. Carl, thinking of Randi as his best friend, suddenly began smiling. With Brandon watching, yet at the same time remembering what she'd seen, through their shared eyes, Carl began his own transformation. Brandon didn't want to believe what was happening to his friend. And yet, Carl seemed not to be aware of anything unusual happening to him at all. As his short dark hair grew longer and more full, it also became lighter in color with each new inch grown. When his hair finally stopped growing on reaching the middle of his back, it had become a luxurious shade of light auburn. With Brandon still watching intently his friend's metamorphosis, Carl's body began rapidly reshaping itself. As his waist contracted forming a definitely more feminine shape, his hips and buttocks also swelled, likewise assuming more womanly contours. Under his sweatshirt, two newly swollen nipples began slowly pushing out from under the cotton fabric. And then, suddenly, two large mounds of full, quite firm woman's flesh surged forth proudly from his chest. His clothes began changing. The sweatshirt quickly rewove itself. As its shape continued changing, the material from which it was made became lighter. In minutes it had become a light sleeveless T-shirt that revealed Carl's now slender feminine arms. When its neckline plunged, only two thin straps remained to hold it on his shoulders. Fitting her changed form quite snugly, the T-shirt highlighted his breasts as well as accenting his newly developed curves. Brandon was certain that the cleavage Carl now revealed would have easily excited his friend's old male self before. But now, he was uncertain what his friend's reactions would be. Would Carl enjoy being so well-endowed? The pants that had tightened when his hips and buttocks had expanded, now loosened again as their shape began changing. After the pant legs fused seamlessly together, they began shrinking to conform to his new contours and crept slowly up his legs. When the change stopped, the hemline stretched across the middle of his thigh. And beneath that newly formed hem extended two sleek and smooth, very sexy feminine legs. Even his shoes had altered. Unlike like the tennis shoes he'd been wearing, they now sported two-inch heels, stylishly shouting of femininity. Looking at Carl's face, Brandon watched the stubble of his beard first lighten and then completely vanish. Carl's male face softened. In quick succession, his cheekbones rose higher and his eyelashes grew longer. Suddenly, Carl was wearing make up. Brandon was amazed. To all outward appearances, Carl had become a pretty girl. But his changes continued. With a few small facial muscular twitchings, his nose shrank, becoming almost pert. Each new twitch of one of his muscles seemed to subtly change the shape of one or more of the bones that defined both his face and his appearance. No longer was Carl just pretty. Carl had become beautiful. Brandon didn't want to believe what he'd just seen. But he had also been through much the same procedure himself. And he knew what had happened to Carl was all too real. As she had explained to her earlier, Mandi had left Carl's final transformation to Randi. And in spite of Brandon's earlier protestations not to be the cause of any harm befalling his friend, Randi, just as Mandi had said she would, had been the cause of Carl's transmutation into a girl, exactly as Mandi had changed him into Randi. Brandon knew that Carl was very likely to be just as pissed as he had been when he'd first opened his eyes after those first few minutes and discovered his whole life irrefutably, perhaps permanently, altered. His eyes still closed, Carl stood in front of Randi. Breathing in, then out, he gently swayed back and forth. Randi spoke to him softly. "You are now my best friend in the whole world." She smiled openly at her new best friend. "You may open your eyes now." Carl slowly opened his eyes. As he looked at Randi, he unexpectedly smiled. He slowly shook his head back and forth, causing his long hair to brush across his shoulders and along his back. He knew that something about himself now felt somehow different. But what? "Is there something wrong?" asked Randi with a wide grin. "I don't know. I feel very peculiar." He casually swept his long auburn tresses out from in front of his face. "I just don't know what it is, Randi, but something seems very different about me." Putting his hand on his hip, he turned and stared into the mirror. His reflection brought a smile to his face. "But whatever it is, I have no idea what it could possibly be." The girl in the mirror frowned at him. "Has something changed about me, Randi?" "You're my best friend." replied Randi. "But then, you have always been my best friend." "I know that, Randi. That's something that could never change. But I keep having these really weird thoughts that I'm somehow supposed to be some guy." Brandon mentally screamed out, "That's it. Fight it, Carl." But it was so frustrating. He knew Carl couldn't hear a word he wanted to say. Carl looked at his image reflected in the mirror again. After feeling his breasts, he turned questioningly to his best friend. "But I have breasts, Randi." He sighed as he ran his fingers lightly across them one more time. "They're really kind of nice breasts, so firm and so sensitive. I've never known any guy with breasts like these." He stared at his obviously feminine frame. "Nor have I ever known any guy with such a great looking body. All smiles, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "There is just no way I can be a guy. Is there, Randi?" he asked dreamily. "Damn it, Carl." shouted Brandon, unheard by anyone other than himself. "You're not fighting hard enough, Carl. C'mon Carl. Fight harder." "Of course, you're not a guy." replied Randi. "Try thinking about who you really are for a while. That should quickly make everything become much clearer for you." Carl looked at her with a puzzled expression. "C'mon, Carl." urged Brandon, undaunted at being unheard. "Just tell Randi your name is Carl Ronald Dalton. You can still win this battle, Carl, but you must fight her on this now or we both might be lost forever." Carl smiled at her. "But you're my best friend in the whole wide world, Randi. You know my name." "Of course, _I_ know your name." replied Randi. "But _you_ must hear your own name from your own lips. And then, I promise you, everything will be all better." Carl gave her another puzzled look of near total confusion. "If you say so, Randi. I'll humor you on this because you're my very best friend. But as you already know, my name is Carlynn Rebecca Dalton. Randi and Carlynn began hugging one another. But Brandon was now lost. And he had no control of their shared eyes with which he could to cry. ***** "Very good, Randi. You changed him into a girl exactly as I would have done." said Mandi, interrupting Randi's thoughts. For a moment, Randi didn't know exactly where she was. Her memories of what happened with Carl had been so vibrant that it took her a few minutes realize she was once again standing in the dorm room she shared with her cousin Mandi again. "You've certainly developed excellent control of your witchcraft in such a very short time, Randi." complimented Mandi. "But it won't be long now before Moose arrives to pick _you_ up. _You_ really must go to _your_ room now, so _you_ can get ready for _your_ date _tonight_." Brandon mentally winced as the final remaining few months of his memories swirled madly about inside his head rapidly being replaced with Randi's. But with only Randi's memories now remaining in _her_ head, Brandon couldn't understand why he was still conscious of being Brandon at all, especially when no one, other than Mandi, assuming she still wanted to, would even remember Brandon. Not only that, he found he couldn't access any of his own memories of himself. So why was he still aware of himself? Randi's gaze turned towards one of their unoccupied rooms. She and Mandi had planned to rent them out to cut down on their own expenses, but, having to be careful about people discovering they were witches, they hadn't yet found the right someones yet. And yet, she was certain that someone was resting in one of the rooms now. Only she couldn't quite remember who it was, even though she was certain that she should. "Don't worry about your friend, Randi." said Mandi after noting her cousin's apparent confusion. "You should just go get ready for your date with Moose. I'll look in on your friend and make certain that everything is just perfect for our potential new roomie." With Randi off in her room getting ready for her upcoming date with Moose, Mandi entered the occupied room that, in this new reality, she and her cousin had been hoping to rent. Smiling at the young woman sprawled out on the bed, Mandi wondered if Carlynn still considered her as much a bitch as he had when she'd been Carl. "Is that you, Randi?" asked Carlynn groggily. "No. It's me, Mandi." "Oh." sighed Carlynn. "Where's Randi?" "She's in her room." replied Mandi. "Don't you remember? She has this big date with Moose tonight. And she's getting ready now." "Moose?" For several minutes Carlynn seemed confused. "Oh yes, I think I remember Moose now." She smiled. "Isn't he one of those big muscular football hunks that's always hanging around with you and Randi? He's the one with the bright red hair. His name is really Chuck, but everybody calls him Moose because he's so big." "That's him, Carlynn." agreed Mandi. "Are you starting to feel better now?" Carlynn still looked puzzled and confused. "I don't know, Mandi. Even though I wish _I_ had someone just like Moose to ram his manhood into me and be _my_ boyfriend, I'm still having those strange and very peculiar feelings I've told both you and Randi about from time to time." Carlynn sat up on the edge of her bed. "What do you think can be wrong with me, Mandi?" she asked plaintively. "Have you any ideas what should make me sometimes think that I'm really a guy?" She stood up and casually, but very ladylike, strolled over to the mirror. She fluffed her hair, placed her hands on her hips, and pulled back her shoulders in order to make her breasts look even bigger. As Carlynn smiled at her reflection, she asked Mandi, "You don't really think that there is any way I could possibly be some guy, just like I sometimes dream I must be. Do you, Mandi?" Mandi frowned at this new revelation. Apparently Randi's spell hadn't totally removed all mental remnants of Carl from Carlynn. But then, most fortunately, past some disjointed memories and lingering confusion, there didn't seem to be very much left of Carl in her mind. And what few traces of him remained, Mandi knew she could be easily remove. "Of course not, Carlynn." Mandi joined her in front of the mirror. "Maybe _I_ can help you feel better." "What can you do?" sighed Carlynn. "Perhaps, I could make those weird dreams of yours go away forever?" "If _only_ you could, Mandi. That would be truly wonderful." replied Carlynn. "But how can you make these strange dreams I've been having stop? No one else I've seen about them has been able to help me at all. I'm just glad they never seem to get any worse, but the dreams don't go away either." Carlynn sighed. "I really wish you could just wave a magic wand and make them disappear forever." "Maybe I can." said Mandi as she began softly caressing Carlynn's breasts. "That feels really good." sighed Carlynn. "Close your eyes, Carlynn. And then, think back to that very first night _you_ were here." ***** Carlynn remembered that she and Randi had been hugging each other. And then they pulled back from each other. "So what