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The Girl Grip
By Sagista
It was a nice cool and foggy summer morning. Some teenage boys were out by
Ferome's Lake, heading up a windy old trail between the trees and shrubs, on
their way to a favorite fishing spot. Their fishing poles bobbled up and down as
they walked and their tackle boxes jingled and rattled about.
The trail ended at a nice secluded little U-shaped beach surrounded by tall
boulders and trees all around. Gnarled up old tree trunks still protruded here
and there up out of the water, the haunted remains of a forest long ago cut down
in preparation for building this man made lake.
The boys sat down on the rocks beside the foggy shore and began casting their
lines.
Jerome, or Gary as his friends called him, sat down furthest from the others and
cast his line out and pulled out a book to read. He was the youngest, a thirteen
year old brown haired, blue eyed boy. The book he read was one of his favorite
fantasy novels, "Merlin And The Magic Cape of Red Riding Hood." A silly book,
really. One in which the other boys were bound to make fun of Jerome for
reading, for it was about a magic cape that would turn whoever wore it into the
exact likeness of little red riding hood. The cover had a picture of Merlin
standing tall, arms crossed and glaring down angrily at a hunched over bearded
woodsman caught in the act of donning the cape and was already half transformed
into a little girl.
Books like that interested Gary because he'd always had a fascination with
girls. He himself had three older sisters, Becky, Tammy, and Holly, and had
always felt a little left out as his sisters often locked themselves in one of
their rooms and did whatever it was girls did. He heard them laughing or joking
around or dancing about to music behind closed doors. Whenever he got a glimpse
of their bedrooms it fascinated him how neat and clean and sweet smelling their
rooms were, and once or twice he snuck in and opened their closets, and wondered
where on earth all the clothes and shoes came from. He wondered if maybe his
parents weren't secretly playing favorites here, giving his sisters all these
possessions, and all this attention while he himself had only a few stacks of
clothes in his dresser drawers, and nothing even close to the number of shoes
his sisters had.
Being the only boy besides his father, who was never around it seemed, Gary
often wondered what life might be like had he been born a girl and be like his
sisters got to be.
So he picked up odd little books here and there wherever he could find them.
Books other boys almost certainly wouldn't be interested in. Books about boys
changing into girls, men into women, that sort of thing. Normally Gary would
have left such books at home in a hiding place in back behind his bottom dresser
drawer, where his parents and his sisters couldn't easily find them, but he got
tired of forcing himself to read the same old sci-fi books his friends did, the
Star Trek and Star Wars rip-offs that were the same old predictable thing all
the time, he thought.
Tom sat to Gary's right, fishing and not really doing much else but sitting
there and taking in the fresh, cool morning air.
Victor, the only dark haired, brown eyed one among them, sat way to the right of
Tom, over there by Todd, and kept joking about with each other about who was the
biggest loser in school.
Tom was fourteen, closest to Gary's age, while Victor and Todd were both sixteen
and already into sneaking beer from their dad's fridge, or whisky from their
dad's liqueur cabinet. Even now, at six thirty in the morning, they sat there
popping open one beer after another from their cherished little red ice chest.
Todd and Tom were both blue-eyed blond guys, and Todd sported a flat top
haircut, trying his best to look tough, and he was too. He was the lead running
back on his school's football team, "The Panthers" and could easily stand in for
one of the tackles as he was pretty big and muscle bound.
Tom looked over at Gary to see what he was reading.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Huh?" Gary said, trying to hide the book cover now out of embarrassment.
"What's that you're reading?"
"Oh, same as you," Gary lied, pointing to Tom's book.
"That's strange, your book looks bigger than mine though."
"Um.... special edition."
"Can I see?"
"Well..."
Too late, Tom already set his book and pole down and headed over to have a
closer look.
Resigned to his fate, Gary looked the other way, too embarrassed now to see his
friend's reaction, and handed over the book.
"Bwah-hah-hah-ha!" Tom laughed, going into hysterics. "Guys! Guys! Come quick!
Look at this trash Gary was readin'!"
The other boys set their things down and headed quickly over to see.
"Well there, Gary," Victor said. "I didn't know you liked FAIRY-tails!"
"Shut up, I'll read what I want," Gary said grabbing the book back.
"What's up there, Gary," Todd asked. "You ain't gettin' any? Is that it?"
The other boys laughed, all except Gary who looked the other way, too red faced
with embarrassment and humiliation now to reply.
"Yeah, Gary," Victor laughed. "What's-a-matter? You want to wear dresses now, is
that it?"
"It's a book in a series," Gary said trying to defend himself now somehow. "The
other books aren't like that. C'mon, give me a break already. We're supposed to
be friends."
"I don't know," Victor said looking to the others. "Guys, it looks like we might
have to teach Gary a lesson, right?"
Before Gary could react, the two sixteen year olds picked him up and dumped him
in the water, fishing pole, book and all. He skinned his knee on a big rock just
under the surface of the water as he fell, and came up drenched, shivering and
so upset he actually had to fight his own feelings now to prevent himself from
bursting into tears.
"Hey look!" Victor said laughing. "I think he just had a wet dream!"
Gary climbed out of the water, carrying his things with him, and started heading
back along the path.
"What's a matter, cry baby?" Todd called out. "Not man enough to take it? Yeah,
go on home to momma. You go on home to momma you little cry baby."
"No, I have a better idea. Let's dunk him again!" Victor yelled out.
Gary heard them running after him now and he dropped his things and ran.
Todd, being the fastest, easily caught up with Gary and knocked him to the
ground, pinning him there on his stomach.
"Uh oh, Todd, I think he LIKES it!" Victor laughed.
"Let go of me. Let go!" Gary cried.
"Not until you tell me how much you want to be Little Red Riding Hood," Todd
said breathing out beer breath in Gary's face. He spun Gary around onto his back
now. "Say it! Tell me!"
"Gary, for crying out loud, why did you want to bring a book like that out here
for anyway?" Tom asked. "I thought you liked those Star Trek books."
Todd pulled Gary's left hand up and placed it on his shoulder and said, "Yeah,
show me the Vulcan death grip, Gary. I know you got it in you."
Provoked now to the point of madness, Gary squeezed Todd's shoulder now with all
his might, bringing his hand up into a claw and squeezing tighter and tighter.
"Hey, cut that out, punk!" Todd said trying to shrug his shoulder out of Gary's
grip. "Hey, that actually hurts. Cut it out!"
Victor and Tom just laughed, thinking Todd was just playing along with it,
trying to make like Gary really had some strength there after all.
Todd released Gary now and rolled over twitching all about.
"God-oh-God-oh-God-oh-God!" Todd cried, thrashing about on his back. "I think he
hit a nerve! I think he hit a nerve!"
The more he thrashed about, the more the other boys realized Todd might not be
joking anymore.
"Hey, Todd, cut it out already," Victor said.
"Yeah, man, it's not funny anymore," Tom added.
"Uh! Ungh!" Todd cried, his voice cracking now, sounding all high pitched like a
girl's. "Get an ambulance! Get an ambulance!"
Todd's body dripped with sweat now, sweat now mixing with the dirt on the
ground. With each thrashing movement his body seemed just a little bit different
in size and shape. His back arched and locked, released, arched and locked,
again and again now, and it seemed to the other boys that their friend was
actually shrinking up and losing all his big muscles.
Gary got up to his feet and didn't bother to stick around and wait for Todd to
quick his games. Gary ran off down the trail, heading quickly back towards home.
Later that day, Tom and Victor came knocking on Gary's front door.
"I don't want to talk to you guys no more," Gary said angry that they'd had the
nerve to bother him at his own house after what they did today.
"No, wait, Gary, don't shut the door on us," Tom said. "We're sorry for what we
did."
"Yeah, Gary, we're real sorry about it," Victor agreed, nodding.
"Yeah, well if you're so sorry, why isn't Todd here apologizing too?" Gary
asked.
Tom scratched at the back of his head and said, "Yeah... About that... You see,
Todd kind of..."
"He changed," Victor finished.
"Huh?"
"He changed into a girl," Tom said shrugging. "Whatever you did when you
squeezed his shoulder must have done it. Never saw anything like it in my life."
"You guys are still making fun of me, aren't you?" Gary asked. "Well it's not
funny, and I'm not your friend anymore, so go find someone else to pick on."
"No, wait," Victor said jamming his foot in the door before Gary could close it.
"We'll prove it."
"Yeah, we'll prove it," Tom nodded and turned to the bushes nearby. "It's okay
to come out now, Todd."
Out stepped a blue eyed blonde girl wearing Todd's dirty yellow t-shirt, blue
cutoff shorts, and carrying in her hands a pair of oversized white sneakers. She
looked so much like Todd that Gary first thought she was his long lost sister or
something, but Todd was an only child.
She looked really sorry about something, though Gary knew it all must be a joke.
"I'm sorry, Gary," she said. "I'm sorry for what I did."
"Yeah, Gary, Todd's sorry already, so why don't you change him back?" Victor
asked.
"You're still making fun of me, and it isn't funny so go take a hike!" Gary said
kicking Victor's foot out of the way of the door and slamming the front door.
Gary went up to his room and sat on his bed sulking over the loss of his only
friends. He couldn't believe how they turned against him like that today. It
just wasn't fair, he thought. It wasn't fair how they treated him.
He heard a pebble tap loudly on his bedroom window and stood up and walked over
to see what was going on.
Outside on a ladder were Tom, Victor, and that blonde girl again. They were all
talking excitedly at once. Just little bits could be heard like "Gary" this, or
"we're sorry" that, and "change me" or "change her" back, the other.
They kept it up, waving their arms about, trying to get Gary's attention.
"Gary! Gary!" they said in unison now. "We're sorry Gary."
Okay, Gary thought. So they really are sorry, but who's this strange girl
they've got with them, and what's the deal with that?
He opened his bedroom window and the girl looked up at him with sorrowful big
blue eyes. "Please Gary," she said. "Please, can I come in?"
"Okay," he said. "But just you. I don't want THEM in my room."
"We said we're sorry, Gary," Todd reminded him. "But whatever you say is fair.
We'll give you time to stop being angry at us."
The girl climbed in through the window, turned around and closed it.
The other boys climbed back down the ladder and out of view.
Gary hurried over and shut his bedroom door so nobody in his family would see he
had a girl in there with him.
The girl sat down on the end of his bed and waited there patiently for Gary to
come back over and sit down beside her.
"Okay," Gary said. "Now stop kidding around. I only let you in here because
you're probably not going to bully me like the others. Why did they put you up
to this for anyway?"
"They didn't, Gary," she said. "It really is me. I'm Todd."
She pulled her t-shirt down a bit off her right shoulder, revealing some black
and blue marks in the shape of fingerprints.
"That looks real," Gary commented.
"It is, and it still hurts a bit," she said. "They're bruise marks from whatever
you did." She took Gary's left hand and brought it up to her shoulder, moving
his fingers apart until they fit perfectly along the bruise marks. "Now do you
believe me? If it was a trick, how come your hand fits the finger print marks
perfectly?"
"I don't believe it though. It's impossible."
He gently gripped her shoulder a little tighter now.
"Ouch!" she cried out. "That hurts."
He thought it highly unlikely any girl would have let herself be bruised like
that just to play an elaborate trick on someone she never met before.
"Well... I did see SOMETHING happen to Todd," Gary admitted. "But I didn't stick
around to find out what. Are you sure you're not just playing a trick on me?"
"Go on and quiz me, and find out," she offered. "Ask me anything that only Todd
would know."
"Okay, what about this. He's got an uncle up in Detroit that took us to this
campground once; only it wasn't the usual campgrounds we go to every summer.
Where was it?"
"That's easy, Lake Alpine," she replied at once without a second thought.
"How many fish did you get... the second day there."
"In total? Well the first day I caught three, and the second day I got five, all
rainbow trout, so that's eight total. I was using salmon eggs for bait. The
brand was-"
"That's enough. That's enough," Gary said. "I'm convinced already, but I still
say it's impossible. A boy can't just change into a girl, especially not from
someone gripping at his shoulder like that."
"How do you think I feel? I'm not exactly thrilled this happened, you know,
Gary. I wish you'd do something to change me back now please."
"I don't know how, though," he shrugged. "It was an accident. I have no idea how
I did that."
"Maybe if you tried it again," she suggested. "Squeeze my shoulder like you did
before. Maybe that'll change me back."
She closed her eyes and winced, waiting for the pain.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, of course I'm sure! What do you think? That I actually WANT to stay this
way? Look, buddy, it may be summer, but I don't plan on spending it stuck as a
girl, and what'll I tell my parents? What'll I do?"
"Okay, here goes nothing."
Gary gave her a great big squeeze on the shoulder.
"OW!" she cried. "OW! You hit a nerve again I think..."
Her whole body jerked and thrashed about and she fell backward on Gary's bed and
twitched all over, kicking about and waving her arms about in a frenzy.
Her body got all wet with perspiration and she moaned and thrashed about, her
features changing now into something else, but instead of growing bigger she
only grew smaller and smaller.
"Gary? Gary?" one of his sisters called out from the hall. "What's going on in
there?"
The bedroom door opened and there stood seventeen-year-old Becky with her hands
on hips, looking at the shocked scene of this girl on Gary's bed thrashing about
in what could only be interpreted as some kind of sexual frenzy.
"I'm telling mom!" Becky said and Gary quickly rushed to the door closing it and
locking it this time.
Gary went back to check up on the girl and saw that she'd stopped thrashing
about.
The transformation was complete, but something terrible went wrong. She looked
much younger, much shorter now than before.
She sat up in her baggy clothes and plucked at her oversized yellow t-shirt and
looked up at Gary in an open mouthed expression of shock and disbelief.
"You stoooo-pid!" she cried. "You've turned me into a six year old!"
She sat there in tears now, not knowing what else to do but cry hopelessly at
her situation.
"I'm sorry, Todd, I'm sorry," Gary said shocked almost as much as she was at
what had happened. He couldn't believe he'd just done that to her simply by
grabbing at her shoulder and giving it a good hard squeeze.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes and
sniffling.
"Maybe if I tried the other shoulder," Gary suggested. "Or maybe my other
hand..." He looked down at his hands now, amazed at the power he had discovered
by accident.
He reached out with his right hand this time and grabbed at her shoulder.
"Oh no you don't," she said squirming away from his grip. "Any more like that
and you'll have me reduced to wearing diapers."
"But I think I know how," he said confident. "My left hand must be for the... oh
what do we call this? The girl grip? Yeah, that's it. The girl grip. My left
hand must be for the girl grip, and my right must be for the boy grip."
"If you're wrong..." She warned with an angry frown. "If you're wrong, I'll kill
you once I grow up again."
He grabbed her shoulder with his right hand and gave it a good squeeze.
Again she twitched and thrashed about, this time growing no taller nor shorter,
yet her features changed.
A few moments later there sat not a little girl but a six-year-old boy.
"I think I got it now," Gary said squeezing the boy's shoulder once more.
After more thrashing about, Todd was once again his normal sixteen-year-old male
self.
Todd put on his shoes and said, "Okay now, here's the deal you little punk. I
don't know where or how you got the power to do that but from now on you stay
away from me, got it?"
"Sure Todd," Gary said disappointed that his friend really wasn't his friend
after all, even after he'd apologized and everything.
Todd opened up the bedroom window and climbed down the ladder.
"I mean it," Todd called out as he got to the ground. "If you get near me I'll
clobber you good. Understand?"
Knock-Knock-Knock!
"Gary? You in there?" Gary's mom called. "What's going on?"
Gary got up and unlocked the door.
His mom opened it and stepped inside.
"What's this I hear about you having a girl in this room?"
"There's no girl, mom, see?"
She walked around the room looking now under the bed and in the closet and
everywhere. She paused at the window and spotted the ladder outside.
"Aha! I knew it!" she said. "That's it, young man, you're grounded for a month."
"But mom I-"
"No excuses, and for heaven's sake take those blankets and sheets down to the
laundry at once. They're filthy dirty."
"Yes mom."
She left, and out in the hall stood Becky with hands on hips and sticking her
tongue out at him as he carried out his laundry.
*****
That night Gary got ready for bed and then stood there looking at himself in his
closet wall mirror, with his left hand on his shoulder.
"Here goes nothing," he said giving himself a squeeze on the shoulder.
Nothing happened. Nothing at all.
He squeezed a bit tighter but still nothing.
"Come on," he said to himself. "I know this is how I did it... Why won't it
work?"
He realized after ten minutes nothing was going to happen. He looked in the
mirror at his shoulder and saw no bruises or marks on his flesh.
"Maybe I'm not doing it hard enough," he thought aloud, squeezing harder this
time, but he flinched back from the pain, knowing it was one thing to squeeze
someone else's shoulder really hard, but to inflict such self injury to oneself
was a much more difficult thing to do.
It was just like trying to remove a splinter with tweezers. He let his mom do
that all the time when he got a splinter, and yeah it hurt, but every time he
tried to remove a splinter himself from his own skin, he just couldn't do it. He
just couldn't take the pain. His reflexes kept him jerking away before he could
get at the splinter.
It was like trying to hold your breath and see how long you could go before
having to breathe again. Some of Gary's friends could do that right up to
passing out, but Gary never could because he'd always get to a point where he'd
open his mouth and gasp out for air.
It was this same instinctive reaction that kept him now from using his new "girl
grip" on himself. He'd have to really, really squeeze hard on that shoulder to
set off the transformation process, he knew, but it was no use. He just couldn't
do it.
He went to bed disappointed at his failure. He really wanted to try his new
powers on himself, to see what it was like to be a girl, but he failed.
*****
Gary woke up in the middle of the night and got up out of bed and walked over to
the closet mirror again. This time, fully determined to succeed, he closed his
eyes and gave his right shoulder a great big squeeze with his left hand.
He felt a little vein or something in there for a moment. Perhaps a nerve. It
tingled just like the same tingle you get from accidentally banging your elbow
in just the wrong place. That old funny bone kind of tingle. It felt really
eerie and the feeling spread out rapidly and Gary fell to the floor and twitched
about with a mixed expression of happiness and pain as his body grew wetter and
wetter and changed.
A few minutes later the process was complete and up sat the new Gary, a
thirteen-year-old girl version of himself. She sat there in just a pair of white
briefs, boy's underwear that looked really strange on a girl now, Gary thought.
She sat there and looked at herself in the closet mirror.
Gary's old hair color was brown but there was, like in his sister's hair, far
more reddish tint to it now. It wasn't much longer than before either, just
slightly longer. Just long enough to make it look fuller. With the sort cut, and
bangs in the front, it looked like a pixy cut or something.
Her lips were slightly fuller, almost pouty lips, and perhaps a shade pinker in
the flesh there than before.
Her eyes wandered down the mirror to her chest, which was only just now budding
out slightly. Nipples definitely wider and darker than before, but not fully
grown out to maturity just yet.
She reached up and gently touched the darkened bruise marks upon her right
shoulder, flinching back instinctively as she did so.
She stood up and smiled at her new self, proud she'd had the strength and
courage to go through with it. To squeeze tight enough on the shoulder to
trigger the transformation.
She ran her hands down her sides, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was.
She set her hands on her hips and turned this way and that, admiring herself in
the mirror from many profiles and poses.
For the next hour or so she explored her new body, and paced back and forth in
the room and marveled at every little detail about her miraculous
transformation, but it was late and tiredness overcame her so she climbed back
in bed, pulled up the covers, turned out the lights and went to sleep.
*****
"Gary, breakfast is ready!" cried Holly, Gary's fifteen-year-old sister.
Knock-knock-knock!
"Gary? You awake?" Tammy, the sixteen year old, said opening Gary's door and
poking her head in to have a look.
Gary at once remembered his transformation last night and immediately pulled the
covers up over his head so his sister couldn't see his new face.
"You coming to breakfast?" Tammy asked.
"Uh-huh," Gary mumbled through the sheets.
"What's wrong with your voice? You got a cold?"
"Uh-huh," Gary said nodding.
"Well if you're that sick I'll bring your breakfast up here for you."
"Nah-uh!" Gary protested.
"Okay, but you'd better hurry before it gets cold."
"Mmmmmm-K."
Tammy left, closing the door behind her.
Gary sat up in bed, realizing now it was time to change back into his normal
self. He reached up with his left hand and gave a good squeeze on his right
shoulder.
Nothing.
If anything his shoulder was far too sore still from the first time, and Gary's
grip on it much, much weaker than before.
Again he tried.
Too weak.
Once more, this time with all her might.
"There it goes," she said relieved, feeling the tingle spread out from her
shoulder.
She twitched all over, shifting and changing, getting wetter and wetter and...
...weaker and weaker still!
Gary looked at the hand she'd used to begin this transformation.
It was the wrong hand! It was the left one, but that was for the girl
transformations...
She shrunk down and down in size, getting smaller and smaller by the moment...
"Oh no!" she cried aloud. "If Gary went from a sixteen year old girl to a six
year old... a ten year difference... what's going to happen to me going from
thirteen?!"
The transformation was happening so fast now, Gary got so dizzy the room seemed
to spin about in maddening circles, growing in size as it did so.
"What have I done? Whaaaaaaaaat have I done?" she cried again and again, but it
turned into a baby's cry. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaah!"
Gary's bedroom door burst open just as the transformation came to a conclusion.
His three sisters, Becky, Tammy, and Holly, stood there in the doorway with wide
eyes and gasping mouthed expressions.
Even now, the new three year old girl sat there where Gary had been a moment
ago, and tried and tried and tried to grasp her left shoulder with her pudgy
little right hand but it was no use and she continued her crying.
"Well whadda ya know," Holly said walking over and picking up her new little
sister off Gary's bed. "I was wonderin' when Gary would figure out that trick."
She tickled the little girl in her arms and continued on in baby talk, "Widdle-
iddle Gawee-girl learned a widdle-iddle famwee see-quit, didn't she?"
"Want to tell her the bad part now or make her wait awhile?" Tammy asked.
"Oh yeah," Holly said and twiddled Gary's little girl nose playfully now. "One
eeen-seee beeeen-see widdle-iddle pwob-wem now. Own-weee sweetie-bitty Gawee-
girl can undo her own iddle twicky-wicky-wick."
Tammy came over and took Gary from Holly's arms and held up her new little
sister in the air. Becky reached up and lifted Gary's little chubby arms and
waved them about playfully.
"Guess you'll just have to stay this way until you grow up big enough and strong
enough to squeeze your shoulder and change back," Becky teased.
Gary looked on in horror and continued crying, for there really wasn't anything
else the poor girl could do right now.
One thing's for sure though, Gary finally found out why dad had those funny
looking pointy ears and that strange obsession with logic.
"Live long and prosper," Holly laughed.
THE END
Cheryl
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