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Marsha's Story: Something to Chew On By Keri R. Synopsis: Two childhood best friends go their separate ways during their senior year of high school. Mark, a star athlete, has his sights set on beautiful cheerleader Jenny Bauman, the prom date of his dreams. Tim, a straight A, chemistry student has finished his semester project, creating delicious new taffy in a desperate attempt to win back his best friend. The plot gets sticky when Mark and Jenny realize the consequences of the candy. Get ready to change those prom dates! Losing a best friend really hurts. Especially one you've known since first grade. Mark and I used to do everything together. We'd hang out, catch a movie, play baseball or just go to the park. The kind of stuff most kids enjoying doing. That all changed senior year. Mark really shot up, going from 5'8" to 6'1" over summer vacation. When school started, he became the star quarterback on the football team and a pitcher with a blazing fastball on the baseball team. He was the center of attention. Everybody wanted to be Mark's friend. Teachers adored him. And the girls-the girls loved him. Especially Jenny Bauman. She was captain of the cheerleading squad. Everyone around school knew it was only a matter of time before she got around to Mark. Jenny got around to everyone. Me? I just got lost in the shuffle. Things were different. Mark didn't have time to take in a movie or get a burger, or just hang out. He was too busy. What can I say? I missed him. Guess I just loved my boyhood buddy and wanted him back. But at least I put all my free time to good use. I became an A-student. There wasn't much else to do. It wasn't long before I got real interested in chemistry, reading book after book and spending all kinds of time experimenting in the school lab. My teacher, Mr. Blau, really encouraged me. It's a good thing he didn't exactly know what he was encouraging. I had to work fast. Prom was only two weeks away and I wasn't about to have Mark and Jenny spend it together. I carefully wrapped the results of my semester long project, a dozen pieces of gooey brown stuff-let's call it taffy--and another 12 or so pieces of pink. I then placed each colored piece in separate bags and headed for the door. It was 3 o'clock and school was out. I had a date with destiny that I wasn't about to miss! Running quickly with the bags bouncing at my sides, I spotted Mark walking down the sidewalk-with Jenny. It was just what I hoped for. "Hey Mark! Mark, wait up," I panted as I approached them quickly from behind. Mark looked a little surprised. Jenny, more like irritated at my intrusion. "What's up, Tim? You going out for the track team?" he joked. "No, better than that. I just finished my science project and I'd like you and Jenny to try it out. They stopped short. Jenny gave me a cold stare. "I mean, I'd really appreciate your help." "You could use some help," Jenny teased. Mark simply shrugged. He never refused a favor. "Is that your project in those bags?" I nodded with a smile. Even Jenny was a little curious. "Looks like candy to me." "It's taffy," I proudly stated. "And I've got a bag for each of you." "Taffy? Is this some kind of a joke." Mark seemed to be losing interest so I had to think fast. "It certainly is. Only it's very special taffy. And it's really great tasting," I replied. "So? Big deal." Jenny was rolling her eyes impatiently and blowing huge bubbles with her gum. "Better than any gum you've ever chewed. And the best part is what the taffy does!" Jenny snapped off another bubble. "And that is?" "And that is it's a natural prozac." "Who needs prozac?" "How about prozac that acts like an aphrodisiac," I calmly announced. Jenny almost choked on her gum. Mark's mind was humming. "You mean this stuff-this taffy-will chill me out and get me "in the mood" all at the same time?" "Just one piece a day for 12 days. The results are amazing. And the best part is as you mellow out, everyone around you just goes with the flow." Jenny couldn't believe it. "You mean one piece of this stuff each day and everyone around me will be-like more agreeable with what I want? I was brimming with confidence. "With each passing day. After a week or so, things won't seem the same. It's like your problems just melt away." "As your desires keep growing," Jenny enthusiastically volunteered while winking at Mark. "That's not all that'll be growing," I chuckled. Mark and Jenny just grinned at each other. "So what do you two think?" Try it for 12 days. That's all!" Mark and Jenny were buying into it. "What have you got to lose but a little stress?" "I guess it couldn't hurt," Mark responded. Jenny couldn't stop thinking about the delicious possibilities that the new candy might offer in her conquest of Mark. "Count me in. Now give me the bag." She leaned forward to reach for one of the bags. I moved back to avoid Jenny's lame grab and she withdrew, somewhat embarrassed by her own impatience. "In a minute. But first here are the rules." I presented the brown bag of taffy to Mark. "Brown taffy is for Mark only." Then I offered the pink bag to Jenny. "And this, Jenny, the pink bag is for you. No sharing, understand? If you share, it'll negate the effect of the taffy. Got it?" Both nodded their consent. I continued. "And one other thing: Don't forget to eat a piece of taffy each day. By the end of the second week, you won't believe the changes in yourself-and the attitudes of everybody around you." My work was done but the job was far from over. Mark and Jenny each opened a piece of the taffy and popped it in their mouths. As they began chewing they said goodbye and walked away, hand in hand. I watched them from behind feeling more satisfied than I'd been my entire senior year. That night Mark had an awful time sleeping. He woke in a cold sweat. Somehow, he dreamt he was a girl. Instead of playing football or baseball, he was waving pom-pons- as a cheerleader. "What a crazy dream," he thought. He got a drink of water and returned to bed, sleeping rather uncomfortably the rest of the night. Jenny's night was much the same, in a way. She too had a strange dream. In it, she was attracted to women, stroking and kissing them wantonly. The thought repulsed her as she turned fitfully in her sleep trying to get some needed rest. At school the next day, Mark met Jenny at her locker. Neither one looked particularly happy or refreshed. "Hi, Jen," was all Mark could say, staring off into the distance. Closing her locker and popping a piece of the pink taffy into her mouth, Jenny noticed that Mark seemed indifferent today. "Well, hi to you, too. You don't look so good." "Aw, it's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night, that's all." "Me neither," replied Jenny. They walked down the hall and she began to smile with satisfaction at the delicious flavor of the taffy. "I hope this stuff works. At least it tastes good." "Yeah, I had mine on the way to school. It is pretty good, isn't it?" "We'll see." But Jenny was already gone, making a beeline toward her best friend Michelle Edwards, another one of the school cheerleaders. Mark just shrugged and moved down the hall. He knew that although Jenny was one hot babe, at times she could be such an airhead. At 5' 8" and barely 110 pounds, Michelle was a trim, athletic, blonde fox. She usually managed to wear something to flaunt her best asset, size 36C breasts that stood out from her tiny figure. A red spandex halter top was doing the trick today. "Hi there Michelle. You look great," beamed Jenny. Michelle was somewhat surprised at her friend's overzealous comment, but took it as a compliment. "Thanks, Jen." Ready for the new routine this afternoon?" Jenny ignored Michelle's query and instead, fixated on her sexy red top. "That top is really hot, Michelle. I can't believe how fantastic it looks on that figure of yours." Michelle was beginning to feel embarrassed by her friend's unusual attention. She turned toward a classroom door. "See you at cheerleading practice, Jen." Jenny could only stop and stare. It bothered her to admit it, but somehow, she felt a growing physical attraction to her best friend Michelle. She passed it off and continued on to her first hour class. By noon Mark's disposition was turning downright miserable. As his friends passed him in the school cafeteria, he was beginning to see them in a whole new light. There seemed to be some kind of attraction. A feeling Mark had never had before. It wasn't something he was comfortable with. He'd never once thought about how well built and masculine his teenage friends were. Today he was really taking notice: Their huge biceps. Those rock solid pects and broad shoulders. "God, I'm not turning gay am I? The thought kept creeping into his mind the rest of the day. Later that afternoon, after practice, Tim finally caught up to Mark and Jenny as they began to make their way home. "So how are you guys doing? How's the taffy?" "It's not bad," Jenny offered. "But when do all these good vibes start? I didn't sleep a wink last night." Mark followed Jenny's cue. "Yeah, me either. I thought you said this stuff would make us feel great, not beat to hell." "Hey give it some time. It's only day one- you have to eat the taffy for twelve straight days. Remember?" They both looked like they were easing up a bit. "Give it some time to build up and take effect. You'll see," I assured them. "Okay, buddy, if you say so. But things seem a bit odd." "Ask me if you'd trade a little sleep for a whole lot more fun in twelve days!" Jenny looked at Mark with a devious grin. "I know I would." Mark took her by the arm, patted me on the back and moved away. Just a few more days, I smiled as they walked off into the distance. Things began to change in Mark's world by the time he got home. Maybe what I said earlier that afternoon had put him at ease. I personally think it was the taffy. But everything now seemed a whole lot better. Mark wasn't stressing over things like he was earlier. In fact, he seemed to be in a delightful mood as he bounded up the stairs of his porch to greet his mother. "Hi Mom!" "Hello Mark. Looks like you've had a nice day." "Sure seems like it now doesn't it?" This is great, he thought. I've never felt this good. So free! Maybe the taffy is working after all. His mother eyed him up and commented. "Say, you've taken off a little weight, haven't you?" Mark was surprised at her comment. He had bulked up considerably on protein during the football season. "Are you kidding, mom? "No, you look thinner. I mean your waist does. Then reaching for his hands, "Even your hands and arms do." She was right. He did look thinner. His pants were even loose around his waist to prove it. And his high school ring was slipping on his undersized finger. Just yesterday, it was tighter than a drum. "I mean it's all right, his mother assured him. Frankly, you look much better without all that bulk." Mark moved quickly inside the house and went immediately to his bedroom, closing the door. It only took him a moment to strip off his clothes. Standing in front of the mirror confirmed his suspicions. He had definitely lost weight. Lots of it. But how could he? He was still working out with weights every day. Casting a glance down toward his groin a look of panic suddenly swept his face. Mark's cock looked absolutely tiny. He lifted it into his hand and couldn't believe his eyes. He could barely grab his shriveled member. His once proud manhood couldn't be more than 2 inches long and barely thicker than a pencil. That night Mark had the same dreams. He was a sexy teenage girl, flirting with the guys at a football game. Sleeping, he smiled at the thought. The next morning Mark felt alive. Really alive. Stronger and more virile. He smiled as he joined his parents at the kitchen table, his confidence renewed. "Mark, your father and I need to talk to you." Her tone sounded serious but reassuring. "About what, mom? I didn't do anything." Oh, no, of course you didn't. There's nothing wrong-really." A look of relief swept Mark's face. "It's just that if you want to shave your legs you don't have to be embarrassed. Men do it all the time." Mark was completely taken aback. "But mom, I've never shaved my legs. And I wouldn't ever want to. It's just not my thing." "Judging from those smooth legs of yours, I'd say it is." Mark could see both his parents staring under the table at his exposed legs. Slowly, he reached under the table to touch them. He almost fainted. His hands were running along the smoothest skin he had ever felt-outside of his mother and Jenny-and it was his own. Looking down in horror he saw that both legs were perfectly hairless. "But I didn't do anything," he pleaded. His parents simply smiled. "Well I think your legs look great, Mark. And your father doesn't mind either. Do you dear?" Mark's father nodded and returned to his morning paper. His mother poured another cup of coffee and Mark began to open another piece of brown taffy. At school that day, Mark could feel the stares. Something was different. He felt out of place and yet somehow, it all felt right. He laughed off the idea that the guys were staring at him. A double take over his shoulder told him just the opposite. Looking down the hall as he opened his locker, Mark became even more concerned. There hanging all over Michelle's locker-was Jenny. She was draped all over her friend. It was odd because Jenny usually was waiting for Mark at his locker. Mark felt eyes on him as he approached the two girls. "Jenny, for a minute I thought you we're home sick or something." His sudden presence startled her. "Oh, hi Mark. No, I just wanted to catch up with Michelle. He could see the way she was staring at her friend and it made him very uncomfortable. "Don't you think Michelle is just the sexiest girl in school?" That proclamation had an immediate effect on both Mark and Michelle. "Jenny, shut up already, cried an embarrassed Michelle, turning beat red. Mark tried to mediate as best he could. "Yeah Michelle, you look really nice today. New outfit?" Pulling her books down from her locker and holding them in front of her clingy top and short mini-skirt, as if to protect herself, she looked defenseless and frightened. "It's nothing, Mark, really." With that she ran down the hall to her first class, leaving Mark alone with Jenny. She continued to admire Michelle's long slender legs and curvaceous back side as she fled the scene. Alone at last Mark could barely contain himself. "What the hell's gotten into you Jenny?" Slowly turning to Mark but with great hesitation she blindly offered, "What do you mean? I was just chatting." "Chatting my ass. You're ogling your friend like she's your long lost lesbian lover!" "Oh cut it out Mark." With that she kissed him soothingly on the cheek. "She's just my girlfriend. You know how girls get sometimes." Mark relented. After all, Jenny was right. Girls were a strange lot and very unpredictable at times. "Sorry, Jen I just thought that you." Jenny tugged him away from the locker and led him down the hall as the bell rang for class. Mark's day didn't get any better. On the way home, he noticed that his pants were hanging off his shoes. He didn't seem to remember them being so big before. He also gave up trying to keep his school ring on his finger, pocketing it abruptly after third hour study hall. Come to think of it, even Mark's shoes were now uncomfortable, with so much room that his feet slid around miserably, blistering his toes in the process. He couldn't wait to get home. Things got even worse. His mother greeted him with a surprised look, like she was meeting a stranger. "Mark, what on earth were you thinking wearing clothes like that to school today?" Mark didn't know what to say. He stood speechless while his mother spoke. "Those pants are way to big for you." Mark simply shuffled across the kitchen floor, silently taking in his mother's lecture. "And look, you can barely keep those shoes on your feet. Her mood turned conciliatory. "Poor baby, you must be miserable." "I don't know, mom." Everything seemed to fit fine this morning." "Oh, don't be silly, Mark. We need to get you things that will fit." Mark nodded his agreement. "What did you have in mind?" "Your father's coming home late tonight. Let's go to the mall." Minutes later Mark and his mother were walking down the ceramic parquet floor of an upscale mall in their neighborhood. For some reason, being with his mother made him feel more comfortable. His spirits noticeably brightened until his mother pointed him toward "Trendy Woman", a very flashy, ultra-feminine boutique. "What are we doing here, mom, he pleaded." "Just window shopping. C'mon--don't be such a wall flower." Inside the store, Mark couldn't take his eyes off the visual feast of colors and fabrics. He soon fell behind his mother, caught between a state of euphoria and panic. His mother smiled as she noticed his longing glances. "Why don't you wait here." She motioned for Mark to sit in a chair which was part of a small lounge in the middle of the store. There were 3 or 4 other men seated there, presumably waiting for their wives or girlfriends. Mark settled in comfortably. "Oh, Mark." His mother was motioning for him to join her down the aisle. Taking a deep breath, he got up and walked to her. "Now don't be afraid darling." She reached for his hand and held it tight. "Everything's going to be fine." Then whispering in his ear, "I know this is what you really want. I've felt it for the last few days. So let's just start slow and work our way up. What do you say?" Mark had been torn, embarrassed to be seen in this store, but his mother's support had eased his doubts. He wasn't sure what to make of all this, but somehow, he simply trusted his mother and all his fears dissipated. "Mark I'd like to introduce you to Tina." Tina was a professionally attired, college age girl with a smile that could melt a heart. "Hi, Mark. You're mother told me you could use some help with a new wardrobe." Mark couldn't help blushing. "Don't worry. More guys than you think shop here. It's kind of the rage for some. Think of it as daring to be different or setting a trend." Mark brightened as Tina continued. "I mean, if we girls can wear pinstripe suits, the least you can do is try on some pants that fit." His mother nodded in approval. Stepping forward Tina held out several pairs of pleated pants, tapered at the ankles, a few pairs of stylish Capri's and an assortment of silk blouses. "Your mother and I pulled a few things that we thought would work for you. They're classy but they'll really offer your wardrobe some versatility. A moment later he was ushered without objection into a dressing room. As Mark stepped into a pair of taupe, stretch Capris which showed off his smooth, lean legs, he smiled. "Maybe this really is okay," he thought. "After all it's just another pair of pants." Next, he gently lifted a matching gold silk top over his shoulder and reveled in the feel of the first silk caress against his body. The sensation sent shudders of delight throughout him. As he collected his thoughts, Mark was determined not to show too much pleasure in his new wardrobe choices. That would be going too far, he reasoned. "Besides, mother would probably try to convince me to wear a silly skirt or dress." He shook his head at the thought of himself, the school football captain in a dress, chuckled nervously and stepped back out into the store for inspection. Both women stared wide-eye at the newly feminized boy. He was absolutely adorable. A little Cinderella in the making. "I love the Capris, Mark. And that top, it fits perfectly, darling." Tina chimed, "You really are going to turn a lot of heads." Mark smiled. "So you think this stuff isn't going a little overboard?" The women laughed. "Of course not dear. You look marvelous," his mother responded. "I wish I could get my boyfriend to dress himself as well as you do," Tina complimented. Minutes later Mark and his mother were back in the car and heading home with two bags full of new pants, blouses and belts. The next morning, Mark wondered if yesterday had just been a bad dream. A knock on his bedroom door brought him right back to reality. "Mark, why don't you wear that new outfit you tried on for Tina and I last night?" "You mean to school.today?" Mark wasn't sure what to think anymore. "Yes, dear, where else. Why should you be afraid to show off a little. That outfit looks great on you, Mark." Breakfast was quiet as Mark deliberated his options. Before heading to the bathroom to shower, he remembered to grab another piece of taffy. "That's really odd," he thought, "This stuff seems to taste better every day. Tim's really got to get this recipe into a candy shop-he'd make a mint." By the time Mark had finished showering his spirits had lifted. He was once again carefree. Walking to his closet he pulled his new gold silk top and Carpis pants. Minutes later he walked into the kitchen to get his lunch and school books. "That's so much better, Mark, isn't it?" His mother gushed with pride. "Well, you know what they say, mom, if it feels good, and looks good--it must be good." "Aren't you proud of your son, dear?" Mark's Dad momentarily looked up from his paper to see his son. "Keep up the good work son, was all he could volunteer. It was more than he ever offered before. Mark took it as a good sign. Mark didn't see Jenny or Tim at school that morning. He had too much to think about to even notice. Things were definitely changing. For one, Mark almost walked into the Girl's Room---twice. In history, his instructor didn't recognize Mark and asked for the name of the new girl in class. This brought howls from the class, and a bright red blush for Mark. After school he thought he heard a few guys whistling at him. And then there were the silent stares. Mark could feel them. When Tim appeared out of nowhere on the way home, Mark was relieved for the first time all day. He was also visibly upset. "Where the hell have you been, Tim?" "Mark? Is that you?" Tim barely recognized his childhood friend in his new androgynous attire. "Who did you think I was?" "It's just that you kind of look like a." Mark was growing more frustrated. "Look like a what?" "I mean, in that outfit and all, you kind of look like a---girl." The dose of reality hit Mark like a blow to the midsection. "Tim, I need to know something." Mark's tone was imploring, almost pleading. "Anything." "What's happening to me?" Mark looked like a frightened child, not a star athlete. "What do you mean, Mark?" Tim feigned empathy. "Ever since I started your little experiment.eating that taffy stuff you gave me- everything's been getting weird. Something's not right. I'm up one minute and down the next. And lately-lately I feel so-so feminine. Mark stopped and tears began to fill his eyes. Tim hugged him tightly. "Hey, Mark, it's okay. You're still my old buddy, right?" "Yeah, I guess." "Sure you are. You're still captain of the football team. The most popular guy in school. And the envy of every guy on campus. I mean, you've got Jenny, right? "Jenny?" Mark looked lost. He hadn't heard from Jen since yesterday. "Yes, Jenny. You're still dating Jenny, right? I mean prom is next week." "I don't know anymore, Tim. She's never around. And when she is, she's hanging all over her friend Michelle. It's kind of disgusting." "Well, don't worry about her. She'll come around. And don't worry about my little experiment. It's probably just a slight insulin imbalance." With that Tim patted Mark on the butt and walked up the sidewalk to his front door. "No guy ever patted me on the ass before," Mark thought as he walked away. Lying naked on her bed, Jenny stared blankly the ceiling, rubbing herself passionately between the thighs. Lately, she was getting turned on all the time. And it wasn't thoughts of being with Mark that got her so excited. It was Michelle. Panting and moaning, on the verge of her seventh orgasm of the day, she let out a primal scream that chilled her to the bone. She was no longer in control of her own body and its inflamed desires. Several days later, Jenny waited impatiently near Tim's locker. When he appeared, she almost attacked him, lunging out from the shadows like a junkie. "Whoa, Jenny, you scared the hell out of me!" "Scared! I'll tell you who's scared. ME!!!" She crumpled to the floor in sobs. Slowly Tim descended to meet her, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her smudged mascara. "Jenny, talk to me. What's the matter." "I don't know. Everything's different. I'm acting different. I feel different. I'm losing control, Tim." "It's final exams, isn't it?" "I wish." Jenny sounded far away, as if she had lost something very dear to her. "Then what, Jenny?" She momentarily regained composure, her rage boiling over once again. "You should know! It's that taffy. That damn taffy we've been taking for your little experiment." Tim laughed at the comment as if it were a bad joke. "Sure, and Santa's candy canes are killing kids, I suppose." "Stop it, Tim. I mean it. I think it's doing something to me. I don't know how else to explain it." "Explain what?" Tim was growing more excited with each response. "Why I'm not interested in Mark these days." Why I'm so interested in S-E-X, but not with Mark. I thought this stuff was supposed to make us great lovers or something. Chill us out and let us go with the flow?" Tim nodded in agreement. "That's right Jenny. And I promise you it's all going to work out. Jenny looked into his eyes hoping his words would be the answer to her prayer. "I just hope so, Tim because I don't think I can hold out much longer." "Hold out?" "Yes, Tim. Hold out. She got up slowly and moved away from Tim, her head hung low. As she rested her forehead against another locker, slowly the words she feared formed on her lips. " I think I'm falling in love." "That's great news! What's wrong with that. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Tim was probing her for an answer. "Yes, I wanted love and sex. All those things. But I wanted them-I wanted them with Mark-not Michelle." "Michelle? Jenny, you're not a ." "I don't know what I am anymore." And with that she wandered away into the girl's room to cry. Mark was having problems of his own. Each morning as he showered he noticed that his shaft was getting smaller and smaller. It's head now barely protruded past his shrinking ballsack. There was no denying it any longer. Something had to be done and soon. Mark would have to tell someone. And the only one he could really trust was his mother. Mark walked timidly toward his parent's room. Inside, he watched as his mother combed her hair, getting made up for Sunday morning. Now was as good a time as ever to get his dilemma out in the open. "Hi mom." "Oh, hi Mark, come in here for a minute. I have something to talk to you about." Standing next to his mother, she continued. "Your father and I have been talking a lot about you lately." Mark seemed surprised. "You have?" "Yes, honey. We have." She got up and gave Mark a hug. "You're very special to us, Mark. We just want you to be happy." Mark was starting to feel better with his mother's affections. "I know, mom." He smiled at her. "That's why we think you should start living your life. No excuses to anyone. It's your decision." "But I am, mom." "You are what? Living a lie, that's what." She went to her closet and returned with several wrapped boxes. Mark was perplexed at the seemingly mixed messages. "I know it's not your birthday yet, but in a way it feels like your birthday honey." She leaned toward her son and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "I hope this shows you that we understand and love you just the same." Mark stood still for a moment trying to understand everything that was happening. His mother finally intervened. "Go ahead, dear. Open them." Slowly, Mark pulled the beautiful purple and green wrap off the largest box. When he lifted the cover, he almost died. It was a short polyester wrap skirt with front pleats. Beneath it was a cowl neck blouse. "I know they might not be all the rage with you kids right now, but they're clothes that never go out of fashion." "But Mom, I can't." "No but's about it dear. You've got two more boxes to open." Resigned to his mother's orders, Mark surrendered like a broken soldier. Inside the next box was a pair of 2 _" Italian leather pumps. Beneath them were two pairs of sheer black stockings one with a delicate geometric pattern. The final gift box proved the most crushing blow. It contained a silver necklace, bracelet and matching earrings. Underneath the jewelry lie a pair of baby blue lace trim panties and a matching bra. His mother moved toward the box, lifting the jewelry to his ears. "These will look lovely on you. Then stoking him on the back softly, "If you want, we can get your ears pierced at the mall today and say hello to Tina." Then came an even bigger surprise. Mark's mother reached for a pink taffy inside her jewelry box. "These are delicious." "But how did you know about the taffy?" "Your friend Timothy dropped some off for me on Mother's Day last week. Said they're homemade. And that good little boy said not to share with you because you had your own." She left the room momentarily and returned with Mark's bag of taffy. "Here dear." I hate snacking alone, take one" Mark thought about the taffy for a moment. Yes, life was very confusing lately. But Tim was right. Every time he had a piece of taffy all his troubles seemed to disappear. Half- heartedly he accepted a piece from his mother. Mother and son chewed and smiled at how silly they both looked. "See, I knew you'd perk up after all. Besides, just look at you. You've become thin as a rail. Your hands and arms have thinned out. Even your shoulders aren't as broad as they used to be. I swear, you're getting smaller every day." "That's just it mom," Swallowing the candy hard, Mark lamented. "I'm not much of a guy at all anymore. Motioning with embarrassment to his groin, his mother nodded her acknowledgment of his problem. "I'm shrinking there, too." He began to stammer. "Pretty soon, there'll be nothing left unless we do something." His mother smiled tenderly at her son. "That's exactly what we're going to do." We're going to deal with this, aren't we?" "I hope so." On Monday, Mark's mother's plan to help her son was underway in full force as he sat down to the breakfast table. It was obvious after more than a week of taking the taffy, his body was changing with growing momentum. His mother smiled to herself as she gazed upon Mark's tiny, budding breasts, barely poking through his robe. Mark's brown eyes looked beautiful, set off now by his more prominent cheek bones. As they finished breakfast, she started. "Mark, honey, today's the day." Mark held his head in shame then looked up. "I know, Mom. But it doesn't have to mean I'm excited about it. I'm going to be the laughing stock of the school." "Nonsense, dear. Look at you. Your shape. Your lovely facial features and delicate hands. Why even your hair looks soft and." "Feminine, right?" he whispered. "I don't see any way around it." Walking together to the bathroom everything had already been carefully laid out-- tweezers and nail files, foundation and mascara, eye makeup, blush and lipstick. Handing Mark a tube of lotion she motioned him to get into the shower. "Here, rub this all over your body, then let it sit for 5 minutes or so before you rinse it off." As Mark slowly applied the cream, he wondered how his life had changed so fast. Less than two weeks ago he was a strapping star of his high school teams. Today, he was about to become a feminized sissy. The thought stabbed him hard as he stepped into the shower to rinse himself. Returning to the vanity wrapped in a towel, his mother commented how wonderful his skin looked now that the last vestige of male hair was gone. "You'll see, honey, this is a great improvement already!" Mark sat silently at the vanity while his mother began applying foundation. "Now watch closely and learn, dear" A few minutes later Mark's face looked altogether different. Gone were any telltale signs of acne. His complexion was smooth and even, like a porcelain doll. He was embarrassed as he looked up into the mirror because his doe eyed expression radiated sex-appeal, outlined in soft black liner. His mother had applied a wonderful mix of sparkling earth tones to accentuate the warmth of his skin. Mark even noticed that his cheeks now stood out, dappled with a soft crimson blush that gave his face a more feminine oval contour. Looking on, his mother was disappointed that Mark wasn't more pleased with the results. "C'mon, honey, smile-you look beautiful!" The comment played strongly to Mark's growing female sensibilities as he smiled to acknowledge what had been painfully obvious. His teeth gleamed against the bright red outline of his pouty, full lips. Encouraged by his acquiescence, she set out brushing his beautiful head of brunette hair. It was remarkable she thought, that it already seemed so long and full. In a matter of minutes she had finished shaping it to frame the sides of his face. It curved gently under his jawline. With a few precise snips she trimmed his bangs, giving Mark a darling pageboy style. Carefully, his mother led Mark into her bedroom. There she quietly handed him his first bra, the delicate and semi sheer powder blue push up he had received over the weekend. He struggled at first, but was surprised and dismayed to find his budding breasts settled in perfectly, giving birth to his new female form. "Oh, that looks darling. I just knew you'd fit into a 36B!" She was delighted. Next Mark stepped into his panties. Looking up he appeared just like any other high school girl. Tall and slender, his figure tapering dramatically to his narrow waist. Even his crotch betrayed his manhood, projecting only a gentle, feminine mound. With a sigh of submission, he took the white cowl neck blouse and slipped it over his head. It cascaded like water around his chest, resting over his breasts like a second skin. His mother then helped him into his new black, pleated skirt, zipping him into his new figure. Before he could sort out his feelings any further, she placed the leather pumps at his feet and beckoned him to step forward. For a moment he balanced precariously, like a child riding a two-wheeler for the first time. His first steps were tentative, then slowly with encouraging words from his mother, he began to move with more ease, unconsciously adopting a new feminine sway that was pronounced by his new heels. All that was left was his purse and schoolbooks which his mother handed him with a smile that radiated warmth and pride. Her new daughter had just been born. "Just one more thing, Mark." "Yes mother?" Sitting him down at her vanity she looked lovingly into his eyes. "I know how hard this has all been on you, but it's the only way." "I guess." "I've called the school and they're prepared for you. All your teachers have been notified to ease your transition. Mark looked like he was going to cry. "Great," was all he could muster. "So-my dear, all that's left is your name." "My name?" Mark didn't understand. "Yes, your name, honey. Look at you now. You'll be the envy of every girl and you'll be breaking more than a few of the boy's hearts. She leaned in close, offering support to get him through this final ordeal. "So we have to pick a name more fitting for you now, don't we darling?" "I guess you're right. But I don't have to like it." Mark tried to resist but it seemed to be a foolish joke. There was no way out. "Would you mind if I help." His mother gently rubbed his skirted knees. "Yes--please. I just can't do it right now." "That's okay dear. How about Marsha? It sounds close to Mark. It would be perfect for you." "Marsha?" Mark contemplated the reality of the situation and finally relented. "Yes, mother, I think Marsha sounds right for me now." His mother slowly guided him back to his feet and offered an embracing hug, welcoming her new daughter into womanhood. "That's my girl." Inside his school, Mark kept his sunglasses on to conceal his identity. It was only a matter of time before the entire school discovered his secret. First period homeroom was the worst. Everyone was whispering as Marsha entered, her heels clicking against the linoleum, drawing attention with each step. Rollcall brought Mark's world crashing to an end and signified his irrevocable journey into womanhood. "Marsha Goodman," the teacher called. Silence fell across the room as everyone waited for the obvious. "Marsha? Miss Goodman?" Summoning all the strength he could muster, Mark raised his hand and feebly announced, "Present." The classroom broke into laughter as his teacher demanded silence. Throughout the day Marsha carried the brunt of everyone's cruel jokes. "Hey fag boy, looking for a real man?" his former friend and football co-captain yelled out to the laughter of everyone in sight. Lunch was an equal ordeal for Marsha. She'd debated all morning when she would try to sneak into the girl's room. By noon she could wait no longer, bursting into the restroom like a runaway freight train. Moving quickly to the privacy of the first stall, Marsha looked up and spotted Jenny who was sharing a cigarette with a school outcast, a lesbian name Brianna. Jenny was shocked. "Mark! Is that-you." My god what's happened ." Almost in tears, jaw hanging wide open, Marsha retreated into a stall. Brianna couldn't resist the opportunity to bury a knife deep in the relationship of Jenny and Mark. "No, Jen, haven't you heard, Mark wants to become a woman. Your Mark is now Marsha, aren't you hun?" Marsha sat in silence, hoping the girls would leave. She continued, "Not much boyfriend left if you ask me. C'mon Jen, let's get out of here. This place reeks of sissy boys." Brianna pushed her way out the door while Jenny stopped momentarily at Marsha's stall. "Hey, Mark-I mean Marsha. I'm sorry, but we have to talk." "Why don't you just leave me alone." "Please, we have to talk. Meet me at the park 3:15 sharp. Okay?" Marsha sadly thought about her next confrontation. "Okay." Sun was already beginning to cast its long afternoon shadows when Jenny walked up to Marsha in the park. "Sorry about you seeing me with Brianna." I don't know what's going on with me anymore. "That's okay, Jen, you're the least of my problems. I mean look at me, I'm a joke" Jenny approached Marsha tentatively, then reached out to hug her. They clutched each other tightly, praying they'd never have to let go. Jenny whispered into Marsha's ear. "I think you look kinda sexy." Marsha pulled away. "I do?" "Oh yeah, baby, you're hot. Why do you think Brianna stormed off in a huff. She's jealous. Even now, without any sign that you were ever a male, Brianna's afraid you'll take me away." Marsha felt a mixture of sadness, relief and confusion. "You mean you and Brianna.?" Jenny looked beautiful in the afternoon light, her long blonde hair radiating sex. Her blue eyes peering into Marsha's soul. Her ample bosom struggling to fit inside her skimpy top. Those things used to make Mark want her so bad. Back then could feel the excitement grow between his legs. Now-nothing. Those days were over. Today, Marsha had no sexual attraction to Jenny at all. It was a sad but undeniable truth. Jenny hung her head for her own moment of truth and then continued. "Yes, Marsha, I'm seeing Brianna. I don't know why, but I'm so attracted to girls.I don't even think about guys anymore." Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. Marsha reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue for her former girlfriend. Marsha placed his arm gently in Jenny's lap for reassurance. "I know what you mean. Nothing's the same anymore. Not with us and not with our lives. Jenny could barely contain her flood of emotions. A secret tormented her. Jenny spoke in almost inaudible tones. "Marsha?" "Yes, Jen?" "I-I have something I need to tell you." Marsha's thin brow arched with surprise. With a weary smile Marsha replied, "After all we've been through in the last 10 days you can trust me." Jenny returned the smile and stood up. "Well, Marsha.I'm not the same anymore either." Marsha's confusion was obvious. "I don't understand. You look as beautiful as you ever have Jen. And as far as who you want to date-we'll that's your business and no one else." "Thanks Marsha. She then paused for a moment that hung like eternity. "Well here goes nothing." And with that Jenny dropped her skirt and panties in the privacy of the park. Marsha couldn't believe her eyes. "See what I mean?" Jenny blushed with a proud grin. Her secret was out. Marsha just stared in disbelief. Jenny continued, "Well don't just sit there and gawk at it. Say something." Marsha broke her gaze and looked into Jenny's eyes. "That's the biggest thing I've ever seen." Jenny broke into a wide smile as she began to fondle her 10" cock. "I've never been so horny in all my life," Jenny purred. "At least Brianna seems satisfied." Seeing Jenny's new member jump to life broke the ice for Marsha as well. "Okay, now that we're sharing secrets, I've got one of my own." In an instant Marsha unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, careful not to trip on her new heels. She moved slowly toward Jenny, her hips swaying seductively with each step in the grass. When she reached Jenny, Marsha slowly pulled down her panties, pealing them back with her new red lacquered nails. Jenny's face said it all. Beaming, she looked deep into Marsha's longing baby brown eyes. "So you really are a woman, aren't you?" "Well I don't know for sure, but mom seems to think so. And judging from last night in my bedroom-I sure feel like a woman." Both girls broke into laughter that stripped away any sexual inhibition that remained between the two. Jenny moved closer. Her now fully engorged member lusting for Marsha. Slowly she began to rub her cock against Marsha's mound. With hunger and passion they embraced, their lips meeting for the first time in their new sexes. The she-male greedily stole Marsha to the ground where she quickly stripped the feminized boy of his panties. Rubbing Marsha's long, silk clad legs was only a prelude to what both girls had desperately wanted for so long: each other. Marsha let out a series of soft moans as her pearly clit filled with juices. Jenny could wait no longer, thrusting her long, rock hard shaft between the spread legs of an eagerly awaiting Marsha. Marsh reciprocated by stroking Jenny's ballsack with her long nails, fueling the fire and lust within. Panting with sexual fever, the scent of perfume and women's sex mingled in the humid air. Jenny began pumping rhythmically, slowly at first, opening Marsha's love tunnel for the first time. Experiencing the profound bliss of her feminine sex, Marsha contracted around her lover, instinctively imploring for more. Jenny was eager to oblige, thrusting deeper with each contraction, bringing Marsha to the verge of orgasm. Marsha pulled Jenny's long blonde hair toward her, meeting her lover halfway with the wanton kiss of her tongue. Lipsticks mingled even as sweat ran along Jenny's heaving breasts, bounding gleefully down to her lover below. Jenny moaned in ecstasy as she made her final descent, pushing deep inside Marsha's unexplored recesses. The chorus of their passions brought both girls quickly over the edge as they orgasmed together for the first time. As Jenny sent her last load steaming on its way, Marsha blissfully accepted the favor, thrusting her chin high into the afternoon sun in celebration. Marsha knew that forevermore she was now a woman. Lying side by side in the grass, the stillness around the two girls brought them back to the realities of their newfound worlds. Jenny spoke fist. "You know Marsha, I really do love you." Marsha smiled, leaning forward to give Jenny a soft kiss on the forehead. "I never thought I could feel this way," she responded to Marsha's affections. Staring blankly up at the sky, Jenny continued. "But you know Marsha-this can't go on. A pained look of hurt and abandon returned to Marsha's vulnerable face. "But why not? You said you love me." "And I do. That's why I know it won't be right for me to keep seeing you-even if you are my preferred sex now." The girls playfully pushed at each other for a moment. "Why then?" Marsha asked with a look that begged an answer. "Because I'm different now. Jenny chuckled in anticipation of what she was about to say. "I'm not the same girl I used to be." Marsha stifled a laugh of her own. "I'd say. You're much better now!" "Well, I may be better but I'm different in other ways. My tastes are more refined. More exotic. Smiling at Marsha with gratitude she finished, "Marsha, we're going down separate roads from here on. And I think the one you're about to travel is different than mine." The girls hugged and held tight. Neither was sure where destiny would lead them. Over the next few days things began to sort themselves out for both girls. Marsha became more comfortable in her new role. She'd even managed to make a few new friends at school. The girls seemed so much more open to embracing Marsha than her former boyfriends from the football team. And with each personal acceptance, Marsha began to gain more confidence and comfort in what she had become. But her biggest steps came on Friday, the day before prom. After a great deal of prodding by her new girlfriends, including Jenny, Marsha had decided to try out for the cheerleading squad. After all, she had always been athletically inclined, so cheerleading seemed like a natural. Marsha found the routines to be quite tedious if not difficult, but she was determined. Bouncing high in the air in her new gold pleated skirt, she drew the attention of the coaches. Her routines became crisper, more confident with each jump. By the end of trials that day, Marsha was snapping her pom-pons in perfect sync. She made the team as first alternate. In the locker room, Jenny broke her own personal news to Marsha. She was moving out of her parent's home at the end of school and taking a job in the city. Once crowned the queen of her school, Jenny had become an outcast, not able to identify with the gay crowd-of which she was accused of being a part of-and cast out from the "in" crowd that used to form her social circle. She still remained friends with Michelle. And sex with Brianna was good, but Jenny realized that she needed a new start on a new path. As Jenny and Marsha changed out of their cheerleading uniforms Marsha moved close. "So why move to the city, Jen? It's a lot safer and the apartments are so much nicer out here in the 'burbs." Jenny knew the time had come to share her last secret. A dream that she had felt for weeks. A dream that would soon become her reality-her way of life. "Remember how I told you I felt different that day in the park?" "Sure." "And that we were headed down different paths?" "I remember." "Well, I didn't tell you everything. You see, it's a little more complex than that." "What do you mean, Jen?" "I mean..I'm not very good at explanations. I don't know how to say it, so I'll just spit it out." Marsha moved closer, nervous with anticipation for her friend. "Tell me then" "Well, Marsha, I've thought about this for the last two weeks and I've decided. That's why I'm splitting with my parents." "Decided what, Jen?" "That I want to be a dancer." "That's great, Jen. Are you joining the ballet?" Jenny smiled a sheepish grin. "Not exactly. More like I'm going to be a stripper at an exotic club. You know-Willie's." Marsha was indeed surprised. "Willie's?" Isn't that a gay strip club? You know kind of a leather bar." Jenny looked around then leaned forward and kissed Marsha on the lips, running her tongue across her own to savor the delight. "That's the point, dear! It gets me wet just thinking about my little exhibitions on the stage." Marsha broke out into laughter. Jenny had to put a hand across her mouth to silence her. "So who are you going to live with, Jen?" "Willie set me up to room with another dancer and one of the gay bartenders." "Oh, a threesome. Sounds perfect." Both girls hugged and got up to leave. "Thanks Marsha, I knew you'd understand." Marsha reflected on all that had happened as she walked home from school. No longer ashamed, she reveled in her newfound femininity. Happily strolling home, Marsha was being watched by a lone figure standing unnoticed across the street. He longingly watched Marsha's every move. The shape of her long legs. How sexy her hips swayed in her pleather mini-skirt and boots. The soft bounce of her breasts straining against her tight-zippered vest. Even her purple hair scrunchie was sexy, holding her brunette locks securely atop her head. Marsha was absolutely adorable. His eyes followed Marsha. His plans had worked so far, but the most difficult details lie just ahead. It was make it or break it time. With a burst of adrenalin, Tim hurried across the street to greet his long lost friend. "Hey, Marsha wait up!" She ignored the familiar call and kept walking. "Marsha!" Catching her, but out of breath, Tim struggled to keep at her side for a few moments. Marsha continued to ignore him. "Marsha, I just wanted to tell you that.that I think you look great!" Marsha stopped cold and turned on her friend. "Why Tim! What a surprise to see you. I thought maybe you'd left town," she sneered with sarcasm. "Ah, no-I've been around-just real busy." "I guess," Marsha responded flatly. "Busy making more taffy probably. So are you satisfied with the results of your big experiment?" Tim fidgeted with his pants pockets searching for an answer. "Marsha, I can explain everything." Marsha wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Oh sure you can. Now that your marvelous taffy has turned my life upside down. And Jenny's along with mine." "How did you know?" Tim looked like a guilty dog with his tail tucked between his legs. "You said the taffy would be a great aphrodisiac--if Jenny and I just patiently waited." "I know." "And you were right." "I was?" "Sure you were. Jenny and I finally had sex together. Great sex. Marsha chuckled, "We were even turned on by the role reversal, if you know what I mean." Marsha slowed her walk. "We figured it all out after that." What else could have done all this," striking a sexy pose, hands on hips. She began to run her fingers playfully through Tim's hair. It made him shudder. "So Tim-old friend of mine-how'd you do all this? And why? Tim's eyes were downcast. "Jealousy, I guess. We used to be best friends. Then coming back to school last year everything changed. We never got together. You were big man on campus. And I was alone and miserable without you. So I did the only thing I could-lost myself in my school work." "You did all this to me because you were jealous?" Tim's eyes finally met Marsha's. "I did it because I was in love with you. He swallowed hard. "I still am." Marsha's eyes began to moisten. "You mean love as--in love? "Yes, Marsha-in love." So when Jenny showed up prowling after you I couldn't take it anymore. "So you just whipped up a little candy cocktail like that." She clapped her hands for effect. "No Marsha. The truth is I worked on that taffy formula the whole year. Professor Blau even helped me figure out certain equations. It's all about restructuring the DNA, activating certain hormones and repressing others. The end result is a supercharged genetic blueprint that imprints itself on the subject, changing their physical form, their sex-even their sexual preference." "And Blau actually helped you?" "Well no, he had no idea how I was planning to use the formula." "And how was that, Tim?" "To win you back, Marsha." "Win back my friendship by turning me into a girl? Don't you think maybe I should have had a say in my own life!" "I was desperate. I realized that when you started hanging around with all the other guys-and Jenny. Guess my jealousy got the best of me." "I still don't understand, Tim. There must have been an easier way for us to be friends again." "That's the point, Marsha. I realized years ago that I didn't want you as my friend." "Now I'm really confused," Marsha sighed. Tim hesitated. "You see, Marsha, I was always a little different." "Aren't we all now," she mused. "Well yeah, sorry. But the truth is-that---that I'm gay." "Gay? Marsha had no idea. Tim dropped his head in shame. "Yes, and I didn't want you as my friend-I wanted you as my lover. The only way anyone could ever accept that was if- Marsha interrupted him. "Was if I was to become a woman." "That was the plan." "But if you're gay, then why would you want to be with a girl-with me?" "Go figure, huh. It's really just you that I'm into-your smile, your tenderness and understanding. Your sensitivity. You've always had all that--and I worshipped it." Marsha's face began to light up. "I didn't know you felt that way about me, Tim" "Yeah, but after all I've done to you I guess it really doesn't matter." Marsha reassuring reached out her tiny hands toward him. With great trepidation, Tim cupped them into his own. They drew closer. "Tim, it's all over now. Or is it just beginning." Marsha began to toy with Tim's collar, showing him everything would be all right. "I admit both Jenny and I hated you when we realized what you'd done to us. But we both had to laugh because each of us had never been happier." Seeing that Tim had enough guilt trips for one day, Marsha pulled back from him momentarily. "You pooh!" Marsha pushed him with feigned anger. "So don't you ever go changing me back again. Once is enough. Got it, mister?" Tim scratched his head and chuckled at Marsha's humor. She was just as beautiful as he had always been. "Whatever madam prefers." And with that he offered his arm. Marsha happily accepted as they continued to walk arm and arm down the sidewalk. Two nights later Marsha made her way down the staircase in her first formal gown. The silver lame dress wrapped her delicately as it gathered at the waist, hanging elegantly at her ankles. A plunging neckline hinted at her more than ample cleavage. Marsha was the picture of beauty and vitality, slowly descending the staircase, each step a delight in her new 3 +"silver slingback pumps. Tonight was special. It would be her first prom. In the foyer, Marsha's mother stood teary eyed to greet her. "You look absolutely fabulous darling." Marsha smiled. "Why don't we get a picture of the two of you." "Oh, mother, really!" "Now, Marsha, be a good girl and stand next to your handsome date. Tim never looked better than he did that night in his tux. His shoulders seemed so much broader. His jawline strongly chiseled like stone. Marsha smiled to herself. "He must be back at that taffy again." He looked ruggedly handsome and irresistibly attractive. It was a thought Marsha felt she would never again want to be without. Tim carefully placed his protective arm around Marsha's back, careful not to wrinkle her elegant dress. They smiled like any young couple in love. The End