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The Shifter By JRD Chapter 1 Peter Wilkins pulled himself out of the mud where he had been dumped. As a small boy, only five foot, four inches, he was a regular target of boys like David Lewis and his football buddies. He looked up and saw David and his crew walking off, laughing at Peter's predicament. As they left, Peter was sure he saw Jessica Lowe looking back at him with a bit of regret. As kids, he and Jessica had been best friends, but those times were now long past. As they grew older, Jess had really developed. She was only five, four, just like Peter, but had a body like a model. She had large boobs, curvy hips, and a face that'd light up a room. Peter, on the other hand, seemed stuck in eternal puberty. On top of his small height, his face still retained its cherubic kid's appearance, and his body was girlishly slight. All of which made him a target for all the bullying, big kids. The only thing about him that wasn't girly was the dick between his legs. Almost as an insult to the development the rest of his body wasn't showing, his dick was a massive ten inches when erect, and fairly thick as well. Jess, as one of the popular girls and David's girlfriend, was usually there and watching as David harassed Peter. Peter thought he saw her disapproval, but she never said a thing. Not that Peter blamed her. As a bisexual, if David had been his boyfriend, he'd probably do the same. Peter sighed, picked up his books, cleaned them off as well as he could, and stuffed them back into his bag. He trudged home, feeling more than a bit depressed. As soon as he walked through the door into his house, his mother gave him a sympathetic look and said, "Oh, honey, those bullies still giving you problems?" Peter plopped his mud covered bag on the table. "What do you think?" "Aw, buck-up, hun. Tomorrow's your fifteenth birthday. This is no way for an almost birthday boy to act." "I'm not feeling real birthday-ish." "I understand." She pushed a lock of dirty hair out of his face. "Tell you what. You go upstairs and get cleaned up. I'll bake you some cookies, and you can drown your sorrows in cookies and milk." Peter smiled. Mom always knew what he needed. "Thanks, mom," he said as he leapt off the stool and ran upstairs. A hot shower and change of clothes later, Peter was happily munching some cookies, drinking milk, and chatting with his mom. A couple hours later, his sister, Lorraine, walked in. "Hey, squirt." Looking at her, an uninformed observer would've been hard pressed to find any visible similarities betraying their common lineage. Lorraine (Lorrie to friends and family) was five, eleven, athletic, and physically well-endowed at a Double D cup. Of course, with both mom and dad's families donating the genetics for large boobs, that was no surprise. When Lorrie came in she had been feeling pretty good, but when she saw the mud covered pack in the corner, her good mood left. "Don't tell me that that punk, David, and his cronies are still harassing you." "Yeah." "Petey, why don't you wait for me after volleyball practice? I can walk you home." "Thanks, but I've got to learn to deal with this on my own." Lorrie gave him a one-arm hug. "Alright, but if you ever need me to run interference, just ask." "Thanks." "Anytime. Hey, mom, I'm gonna miss dinner tonight. The principal is requiring all the inter-mural sports teams to attend the pep rally tonight for the big football game on Saturday." Although Peter was too young to understand the reference, he was living in a Norman Rockwell painting. His mom and dad were happily married, he and his sister rarely fought, and they almost always had dinner together as a family, so it was actually something significant that Lorrie would be absent. Their mother nodded. "I understand." Lorrie went upstairs and Peter said, "Man, that sucks." "What?" "Not only does David harass me, my own sister is required to go and pretend to support him. Mom, you think dad would mind if I skipped actually going to the football game?" "Afraid he would." Peter nodded. His father, during his high school years, had been a quarterback; first string his entire senior year. Now, his father was one of the biggest team boosters in town, and going to all the home games had become a family affair. Peter shrugged. "I had to ask." "If it's that important to you, I'm sure your father will understand." "Naw. I wanna support dad and the team, just not David. At least he's not first string. If I'm lucky, he won't even get to play." Peter got up and grabbed his bag. His mom said, "After you get your books out of that bag, drop it in the hamper. I'll do an early load tomorrow." "Okay." Peter ran upstairs and started his homework. About fifteen minutes in, he saw his sister go by his door on her way out. He whistled at her in appreciation. "Lookin' hot, sis." She stopped and modeled briefly. "Thanks. At least I'm not wearing a sports bra." Lorrie was wearing her uniform as captain of the girls' volleyball team. Normally, she wore a tight sports bra, but since this was just a social event she was wearing more casual underwear. "Whatever you're wearing it's working. Your boobs look great. If I weren't your brother, I'd do you." Lorrie laughed. "You and most of the guys in school. Man, sometimes these things are a hassle. Be glad you don't have any. Hey, after the pep rally, I'll be going by the supermarket. Want anything?" "Naw." "See you later, squirt." Peter continued his homework until his mom called him for dinner. He, his mom, and his dad (a six foot, two goliath) had a simple fried chicken dinner, laced liberally with conversation. After dinner, Peter finished his homework, and then crawled into bed. As he was drifting off, he remembered Lorrie telling him to be glad he didn't have boobs, and he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to grow a pair of his own. He woke the next morning to the sound of his mother's voice calling him down to breakfast. He pulled himself out of his sleepy haze and sat up, feeling a weird shifting on his chest. He looked down and almost screamed. He had boobs! Big boobs! He cupped them, lifted them, felt them up a bit. They felt real. Peter was too shocked to feel anything erotic, but he felt every sensation. Still staring at his boobs, he did the only thing he could think of. He screamed, "MOM!" He was still staring at himself when his mother rushed into the room. She said, "Oh ho, it looks like my little boy is growing into a man. And what a growth it is." When he looked up at his mom, he didn't know what he found more shocking: the fact that his mom didn't see anything strange about him having a pair of boobs, or the fact that his mother's own rather prodigious bosom was gone! All her female curves were there, but her chest was as flat as a board. He was too stunned to say anything as she smiled and said, "I'll get your father. He's been looking forward to your first day with boobs almost more than you." His mom left and Peter just sat there stunned. Just as he thought the day couldn't possibly get any weirder, his dad walked in sporting a massive pair of his own breasts! Peter just stared as his father walked over to the bed and sat beside him. "Hey, sport, here you were, just last night, worrying whether you'd ever grow a pair of breasts, and on your birthday, you get these." His dad reached over and gently lifted one of Peter's boobs. "Too stunned to talk? I understand. My own breasts were pretty big on their first day, too. Actually, I think you've got me beat for first day size. Of course, that means you may one day have tits as big or bigger than me." His dad thrust his chest out, proudly displaying his massive breasts. "Look, we're going to need to get you a bra, as well as a bunch of new clothes. No more shopping in the kids' department for you. You get dressed. I'll get everything prepared." Peter watched his father leave, wondering if he had stepped into an episode of "The Twilight Zone," or perhaps if he was just going crazy. He got out of bed, pulled off his pajama bottoms (he slept topless), and walked to his dresser, still a little stunned. When he opened his underwear drawer, it was almost anti-climactic to find all his regular cotton briefs were gone. In their place were briefs of some weird design. They were made of some smooth fabric that he guessed was silk. They were also clearly designed to be a much tighter fit than his old briefs, with some kind of pouch on the inside front panel. Pulling them on, Peter realized that the only way that they'd fit comfortably was for him to place his balls and penis inside the pouch. After pulling them up, he looked in the mirror. The pouch pulled his genitals just a little bit out from his crotch making his "package" even more pronounced. He got out a pair of pants and pulled them on. They fit much tighter than they used to, seeming to be designed that way. They gripped his butt tightly and outlined his crotch perfectly. Combined with the underwear, nothing was left to the imagination. He got into his shirt drawer, but quickly realized that almost nothing there would fit him. Everything seemed designed to fit as tightly as they could if he didn't have breasts. He couldn't even pull them around his boobs. It took going through most of his tops to find a sweatshirt that would fit around his tits, and even then it was tight and rubbed his nipples uncomfortably. He got out a pair of socks. Those were pretty much the same, except being made out of a softer, silkier material. He went to his closet for shoes and found another abnormality. He had most of the same pairs of shoes he remembered, sneakers, boots, and slippers, but instead of regular dress shoes, there was a pair of dress heels. Looking at them, they were unlike any heels he had ever seen before. They were wider and had a different cut. It took only a few seconds before he realized that they were men's dress shoes with a heel, and not just a raised heel like on normal men's shoes, but a pronounced heel like one might find on a woman's shoe. He grabbed his sneakers and slipped those on, while realizing that those heels were in his size. He went downstairs, still self-conscious of the orbs that had just appeared on his chest. It didn't help when his sister greeted him with a lewd wolf whistle. He blushed to his toes when she said, "Holy cow, sport, you cannot imagine how hot you are. You're gonna have to beat off the girls with a stick." He looked at her; somehow not surprised that Lorrie was as flat-chested as their mother. Their mom gave his sister a disapproving look and said, "Lorrie, leave him alone." "Come on, mom. He needs to know. Between what's between his legs and his new boobs, any girl interested in boys is going to want him." "That's between him and his father. You leave it alone." "Alright, mom." "Peter, you sit down and eat up. Your father should be ready any time now." Peter sat and started scarfing down the pancakes his mother set before him. No matter what else, his mother's cooking skill was unblunted. Only a few minutes later, he heard his mom whistle appreciatively and say, "Honey, you look great." Peter looked at the stairs and was shocked. His father, previously topless, was now wearing a tight, Spandex top that hugged every part of him like Spandex is designed to do. Underneath, the lines of his bra were clearly visible. Thinking about it, Peter realized that since his dad had tits, wearing a bra made sense, but seeing his boob-laden dad wearing one (and a tight, prominently displayed one) was still kind of shocking. The top had a plunging neckline that exposed a lot of cleavage and his dad was also wearing a necklace with a sparkling pendant nestled right in the center of his cleavage. Finishing the outfit, his dad was wearing a pair of pants much like Peter's own that gripped and displayed his cock for the world to see. He walked over to his wife, and they kissed. He then laced his hands behind his head, giving a little extra lift to his bosom and said, "Now kiss me like I like it." She shook her head in mock disapproval and planted a kiss in the center of his boobs. He kissed the top of her head and turned back to Peter. "Time to go, sport." His mom said, "Bad news, hun. Peter's fifth period history teacher, Miss Santuchi, has a big test planned and doesn't give make-up exams. Peter's got to be back in school after lunch." "But it's supposed to be our day." "What can I say? She's an uptight lesbian who doesn't understand father-son bonding like that in first boob day." Peter was really confused. There were all sorts of rumors around school that Miss Santuchi was a lesbian, but his mom was saying it like it was an established fact, and mom didn't deal in gossip. And what was that test she was talking about? The only thing it could possibly be was one of the three unit exams the teacher gave, but he took that last week, and she didn't have another scheduled for a month. His father said, "Damn! And tomorrow's the game. I guess we'll have to reschedule the fun stuff for Sunday. At least we'll be able to get his new wardrobe. Let's go, sport." Peter followed his father out to the car. While he waited for dad to unlock the door, he looked down the road. Every adult man he saw was sporting a pair of his own boobs, most of the teen boys had a pair, but none of the young kids did. None of the women had breasts, no matter what age. And aside from the fact that the boobs were on the guys, they weren't much bigger then the ones he remembered being on women. Both he and his dad were bigger than anyone he saw. Peter got into the car and listened as his father talked about his first day with boobs. As they drove, Peter wondered what was going on. Here he was, in the car with his dad, both of them having boobs, and that seemed to be normal. And from what his dad was saying, his own boobs had just grown in. Yesterday night, nothing; this morning, huge tits. And this was normal, too. His father had gone from nothing to a D cup when his had grown in. Was this some weird dream, or something else? At one point, his dad asked, "Are you okay, son? You seem really weirded out." Not knowing how or even if he should tell his dad what his real problem was, he said, "Just feelin' like there's something wrong with things. Like the whole world's been turned on its ear." "I understand." "You do?" Peter's hope that his dad really did know was dashed when his father replied, "Guys with small boobs don't understand what a transition getting big boobs is. Hell, you're bigger now than most guys will get in a lifetime. Of course it's natural to feel a little weirded out." Peter wondered if he could broach the subject. His dad seemed so proud of both his own and Peter's big tits. How could Peter tell him that he thought men weren't supposed to get tits at all? They pulled into the mall and went inside. Dad headed them straight to a men's clothing store for "big" boys where Peter couldn't help but notice that even the male mannequins had large busts. Dad proceeded to help Peter try on a variety of clothes for his new body. They found out that he was a double D cup, just like his mom's brother, Frank, was now. Peter was too stunned to do much more than just go with the flow, but as the day wore on, he found himself getting into it. When the shopping trip was finished, Peter and his dad were dressed in matching low-cut blouses (although the buttons were on the guy's side, they were too pretty and frilly for Peter to think of them as shirts) and pendants, and Peter was regretting the end of the day. He was tempted to ask his dad to let him skip school, but mom, a substitute teacher, would've had a cow. Dad drove Peter to the school. As Peter got out of the car, his dad said, "This Sunday, you and me, everything we should've done today." Peter wasn't sure what that entailed, but he got the impression that his dad thought he did, so he just said, "It's a date, dad." Peter went straight to the office and checked in. Just as he left, the lunch bell rung, so he ran to the cafeteria. He couldn't run as fast as he normally would, because even in his new bra, his boobs had the annoying tendency of bouncing every which way. As he went, the doors opened and people started filing out. Peter quickly became the center of attention. Most girls openly stared, a bunch whistled appreciatively, and a few made lewd comments or gestures. Of the men, the ones Peter knew made encouraging gestures or comments; the rest either ignored him or stared enviously. Peter wondered if anyone was going to do anything, but he got to the lunchroom without any serious incidents. He quickly got his lunch and sat down. Since most of his friends (the few he had) took lunch at different times, he was alone as usual. He figured on staying alone for the entire lunch, but just as the rest of his world had been changed, so did that. He had munched down half of the cafeteria pizza he had ordered when someone sat right beside him. He turned and gulped. It was Samantha "Don't Call Me Sam" Morgan, the queen of the school's Goth clique. She was in her standard outfit, black clothes, hair dyed black to match, and skin powdered to look as pale as possible. Peter had always found her incredibly sexy, but also incredibly scary. She had a look that would simultaneously make you want to screw her and to run from the room. Peter wondered what she wanted when she made her intentions perfectly clear. She reached over and cupped his far breast, saying, "I see you've finally grown. Want to go somewhere and let me show you how a woman can really handle a man?" She squeezed his boob, firmly without being painful about it. Peter didn't know what to say or do. He wasn't sure he wanted to get involved with Samantha; her passion for flouting the "system" made her a prime trouble magnet. But she was sexy (even without boobs) and her hand on his boob sure did feel good. Peter didn't have to decide what to do. Before this could go on, a voice said, "Alright, Samantha, that's enough." Samantha looked to the voice out of the corner of her eye, then stared right at Peter and asked, "Do you want me to stop, Peter?" Peter wasn't sure whether he did or not, but he couldn't muster the will to say a thing. A hand grabbed Samantha's arm and removed it from Peter's body. Samantha smiled a sly smile and got up. Peter's eyes followed her as she stood next to the girl who had interfered, and he saw that it was Jessica who had rescued him. He wondered what was going to happen when Samantha grabbed Jess and gave her a blatant French kiss. Strangely, Peter found that weirdly comforting. Samantha, like Peter, was bisexual, but, unlike Peter, was blatant and open about it. She had even gone so far as to publicly grope boys and girls she was interested in. Seeing this bit of familiarity after all the other weirdness helped to put Peter at ease. Jess tolerated a second or two of the kiss before pushing Samantha away. Samantha said, "If you're ever willing to try women, or ever willing to share, dearie, give me a call." Jess just shook her head as the Goth Queen strode off. Peter said, "Thanks," and turned back to his food. Peter figured that Jess was just doing an old friend a favor, so he was eminently surprised when she sat beside him, said, "Just protecting my boyfriend," and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Peter stared at her in amazement as she said, "And you know that, unlike these sluts, I liked you before you got your boobs." Jess picked up the pizza slice off Peter's tray and took a bite. "So why didn't you meet me after third period?" Peter was still too stunned to respond, and after a few seconds, Jess asked, "Are you okay? You seem a little spacey." Peter stared at her for a little while longer before he pulled himself together and said, "Uhm, it's my boobs. I got so much all at once that everything seems a little off. Dad says it's not unusual and it should pass." "Okay. So why didn't you meet me?" Peter wondered what to say. He couldn't very well use the truth. Whatever had put him into this Twilight Zone reality had made him and Jess boyfriend and girlfriend. He couldn't just say, "Well, I didn't meet you because I thought you wouldn't talk to me because your boyfriend didn't like me." She'd think he was nuts. Finally he said, "Well, I wasn't supposed to be here. First day father-son bonding stuff. I'm only here because of Miss Santuchi's test in fifth period. I figured you figured I wouldn't be here all day, so when I got here right after lunch started, I came right here, figuring you would, too." "That makes sense. But thinking of your boobs, do you remember your promise?" He actually had no idea what she was talking about, but figured it would be really bad to admit that, so he pretended like he knew but was feigning ignorance and said, "Promise? What promise is that?" She smiled and swatted his butt playfully. She slid her arm around his waist. "You promised me that I'd be the first girl to see your new boobs after they grew in." Still not sure of anything, he asked, "What about David?" "David who?" "David Lewis." "What about him?" "Don't you like him?" "Are you jealous over what I said? I didn't say I liked him. I said I'd like to see him have sex. I am an average female and he is a tit-licker." Not familiar with the term, Peter asked, "Tit-licker?" "He's a boob-bopper." Seeing Peter was still mystified, she said, "He's gay. Don't tell me you didn't know?" "Not really. But you want to see him have sex?" "Sure. Like most normal girls, I have a fantasy of watching two big boobed guys going at it. But what about it? You going to let me see your boobs?" Peter hadn't figured on showing his boobs off to anyone, but Jess did seem to like them, and as long as he did have them, he might as well use them. Deciding to be playful, he said, "Gee, I don't know if I can. I mean my mom has already seen them, so that might not be possible." She kissed him right on his lips. "I guess I'll just have to be content to be the first girl who isn't family to see them." "When do you want to see them?" "As soon as I can. How about you come to my house right after school?" "It's a date." "A date without having to buy you dinner? I'm falling in love all over again." The two settled down and chatted about various things, classes, which teachers they liked, teachers they didn't, homework, friends, and other teen things. As they talked, Peter looked around at those around him. It seemed that whatever had changed things had kind of equalized dress codes. Girls still wore dresses and skirts, but didn't wear blouses. If they did wear shirts, it was something simple like a T-shirt or a flannel button up. The guys didn't wear dresses or skirts, but did wear formal blouses like he was wearing or Spandex tops like what his father had been wearing that morning, all of which were designed to show off more than a fair bit of cleavage. Both guys and girls wore heels. Like the dress shoes Peter saw in his closet at home, male shoes actually had heels like those that, before this morning, he had seen only on women's shoes. He also noticed that heels were for dressier outfits and since men tended to dress up more (to show off their boobs), the number of men in heels outnumbered the women in heels by almost two to one. He also noticed that neither men nor women, with the exception of those using it to make a point (Goths, punks, etc.), were wearing make-up. Even the teachers were barefaced. About twenty minutes before the end of lunch, Jess said, "Well, I got a test in Math next period, and I got to get some studying done. Since I'm not going to get that done around you..." She kissed him and got up. "I've got to go. Meet me after sixth period English." "See you later." Jess blew him another kiss before she walked off. Just a minute or two later, Peter realized he had to use the restroom. He collected his empty tray, returned it to the dirty dishes area, and headed to the bathroom. Thankful that whatever had changed the universe around hadn't moved anything; he quickly went in and got his "equipment" out. Standing in front of the urinal, Peter saw a roll of toilet paper mounted beside the pipes at the top of the urinal. He wondered if he was expected to wipe himself when finished, but realized that with the delicate fabric of his current underwear in comparison to the cotton briefs he was used to, wiping was probably a good idea. As he relieved himself into the urinal, he heard a voice say, "Hi. Peter isn't it?" He turned and blanched, seeing David Lewis, the junior who had been harassing him since the school year started. It was a David with large boobs, but still recognizably David. "Yeah, that's me." David extended his hand. "My name's David." Peter looked at David, confused. Apparently, in this altered world, David barely knew him. Peter looked down to his crotch and said, "I'm kind of busy here." David pulled his hand back with a sheepish, "Sorry." Peter finished and wiped himself. David then said, "I couldn't help but notice you got your boobs today." "So?" "I was wondering... Have you ever considered... guys?" Remembering what Jess had said and seeing David's nervous hesitation, Peter realized that David had the hots for him. "For sex?" David nodded. Peter had, many times, but he didn't want to say anything and have David assume. Maybe this David didn't know him well, hadn't been harassing him (or maybe just didn't remember it), but Peter couldn't just forgive what he did remember. "Why?" David looked down, twirling his foot in a circle. "Peter, I want you to know that I've always found you attractive, even before boobs, and I was just wondering if I had a chance." There it was, out in the open. David wanted sex. Hell, from the sounds of it, David wanted a real relationship. But Peter was still stuck on what he suffered before at this man's hands. He wanted to rant at him, but controlled himself and just said, "No," while stuffing his penis back into that pouch. A couple tears escaped David's eyes. He said, "I understand," and turned away. Part of Peter melted. He didn't want to say yes, but didn't want to seem so cold. He softly said, "David." The larger boy turned back. "I want you to know, I am bisexual, but I've got a girlfriend, and I don't want to risk that." David nodded and turned away, still dejected. Peter's heart melted a little bit more. He called out to David again. Staring at him, Peter warred with himself. David was cute and Peter couldn't deny a certain attraction. Would a kiss on the cheek hurt? Would it lead David on? Peter decided to risk it. He stepped up on his tiptoes to try it, but David surprised him and swept him up and plastered their lips together. Peter melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of their lips and bodies mashed together. Peter felt David's semi-erect member pressing into his body and David's nipples were so tight and erect that they felt like they were drilling into Peter's breasts. When they parted, both were breathing heavily. David asked, "Sure I can't change your mind?" Peter couldn't say a thing for a few seconds. Part of him wanted to go with David. Hell, part of him wanted to drag David into a stall and have his way with him. Finally, though, he said, "I can't do that to Jess." David gave him a look that said that he both understood and was disappointed. He kissed Peter on the tip of his nose, said, "I hope Jessica realizes what a catch you are," and turned to leave. After David left, Peter ran into a stall, sat down, and pulled his dick from his pants. He began stroking himself, trying to get off before class, when he heard someone come into the restroom. He was forced to stop in order to keep from being heard and hoped that whoever it was would finish quickly and leave, but even before the first finished, another came in and started doing normal sounding things. Realizing that the number of visitors would only increase the closer it got to class time, Peter almost cried. He almost resigned himself to going back to class with an erection, when he decided to try something. Ever since he had first seen his boobs when he had woke up that morning, he had avoided dealing with them as much as he could. Total avoidance was, of course, impossible, but most of the attention they had garnered had come from others. Now, Peter slid his hand up under his blouse and under his bra. As soon as his fingers touched his nipple, he felt an almost electric shock of pleasure shoot through him, forcing him to bite down on his own lip in order to keep from gasping out. It only took a few seconds before he realized that the rubbing of his breast and nipple was not only quieter than "pounding his pud," it was also far more pleasurable. He pulled his hand out, unbuttoned his blouse, then, not even wanting to remove it, grabbed the base of his bra, and yanked it out and up, freeing his tits. He took his breasts in hand and rubbed his nipples, masturbating himself. The pleasure was incredible! It took all his willpower to keep from crying out as he fondled himself. It took only a little while longer before his cock started twitching and spraying the inside of the stall door with semen. Peter sat there for a few seconds before he took some toilet paper and wiped his body fluids off the stall door. He threw the paper in the toilet, flushed it, got composed, and stepped out. Judging from the looks on the faces of the other guys in the bathroom, most knew what he had been doing, but nobody said anything. Peter guessed that this was something guys did, but it wasn't discussed in open. He went to his fourth period English class. Nothing surprising there. In fact, the class was a little further back from where he had been yesterday. Only about a week's worth, but the class was still behind. Peter breezed through it, paying only enough attention to ensure there was nothing new. Fifth period was his history class and the test he was sure he had already taken. He went in, sat down, and waited. Peter's best friend, Danny, came in and sat beside him. "Hey, dude, congrats on the new chest." Peter found he was getting somewhat comfortable with his breasts and replied, "Yeah, I wanted to take the day off, but I had to come in for this test." "Thinking of it, you ready for the test?" "I guess so." How could he say that he wasn't even sure he was supposed to have a test today, much less whether he had studied for it or not. "You sound as confident as I feel." The two shared a brief chuckle before Miss Santuchi walked in and said, "Alright, class, settle down." After everybody had quieted and got into their seats, she took a pile of papers and started handing a small stack to the first person in each row. "You know the drill: Take one, pass the rest back, no talking, no notes, no books, if you finish early, you're allowed to do anything you want for the rest of the class so long as it's quiet and doesn't disturb others." The tests got to Peter and he took one and passed the rest back. Looking at it, he was shocked. The test was the same one he remembered taking a week ago. Not just covering the same material, but the exact same test. Same questions, same order, everything. Remembering the test as well as the after test review last Monday, Peter breezed through the test and got out his English literature book to do some studying. About halfway through the class, the school's vice-principal, Miss Harrison, walked in, came over and kissed Miss Santuchi. And it wasn't a "Hi, I'm your friend and I'm greeting you with a kiss" kiss. It was a "Hi, I want to jump your bones" kiss. They whispered a bit before Miss Harrison left, getting a slightly- more-than-friendly swat on the behind as she left. Peter wondered about that. Miss Harrison had always been a bit standoffish towards the guys, but he figured that had been because she was the authority figure in charge of school discipline. Was she a lesbian? It would explain a bit. Of course, the thought that this was all some weird dream and that was part of it popped into Peter's mind. Whatever this was, Peter just shrugged it off and kept reading. After the bell rung for the end of class, Peter quickly stuffed his books back into his bag and took off for gym, the last class of his day. He was in Freshman Soccer. For the freshmen, there was no Varsity or non-Varsity distinctions, but if one wanted to play in the upper levels in their Sophomore year or later, the best bet was to play in the "Frosh" class. Peter wasn't sure he wanted the stress of Varsity, but he at least wanted the option. In the locker room, Peter saw the other guys changing and started changing himself. Just as he was about to pull his sports t-shirt on, his friend Jim said, "Hey, I know those are new, but you do realize you need a little extra?" Peter gave him a confused look. Jim lifted his shirt, exposing his B cup breasts, sheathed in a sports bra. Peter rolled his eyes, remembering that his dad had bought him a sports bra; he just hadn't remembered to bring it. "Damn. Think I could get by without one?" Jim shook his head. "You know Coach Dugan." Imitating the coach's voice, Jim said, "As men, you have certain limitations that women don't. You need to accommodate for those limits, and a sports bra and cup are part of that." Peter nodded. He had heard that speech, minus the bra reference, dozens of times before. The coach didn't even like letting the students drill basics without a cup on. "I guess I better go face the music." Peter got back into his "street" clothes and went out to the gym to see the coach. Coach Dugan was off to one side, waiting for class to start and checking students on the attendance roster as they entered the gym. As soon as the coach saw him, he asked, "Mister Wilkins, why aren't you in gym clothes?" "Coach, I forgot a sports bra." Coach looked down on him disapprovingly. "Well, it is your first day with breasts, so I'll let it slide. Forget your bra on Monday and you will get detention. And go get some books. I want to see you in the bleachers studying. This isn't going to be a free period." Peter ran and got his books, getting back just before the final bell rang. He started with Science, and then did some Art review. As class got close to an end, he decided to check his History answers and was once more struck by the differences between what was and what he remembered. In this changed around world he was in, men and women had taken a more balanced role in history. Men still had most of the leadership positions, but women had been the movers and shakers of history. For example, George Washington had been the first president, but it had been General Martha Washington who had led the American army (a mostly female army) to victory in the Revolutionary War. Checking, Peter realized he got most of his answers right, although he had screwed up most of the names. The bell rang and Peter stuffed his books back into his bag. As he came off the bleachers, coach reminded him, "Don't forget the bra on Monday." Peter nodded and ran to meet Jess after her sixth period English class. When Jess left the room, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, babe, already ready? I hope you didn't cut out of class early." "Naw. I just forgot my sports bra, so Coach Dugan had me turn it into a study period." "Geez, that must be a pain, having to remember bras and a cup. Me? All I've got to remember is a set of tennies and workout clothes. Must be a pain." Peter shrugged. "Well, before today, I haven't had to wear a bra, but a cup isn't that bad." Jess wrapped her arm around his waist, and then took a purposefully exaggerated look at his cleavage. "Well, you need a bra now." She then grinned lasciviously at him. He smiled. "Why do I get the feeling that you might actually like it if I never wore another bra?" With a sly tone, she replied, "I could get behind that." Peter was struck with the weirdness of his new self. This morning, he had been utterly freaked out by just having a pair of tits, now he was joking about them. The two went to Jess's locker, and then went to her house. As soon as they were inside, she pulled him into her arms and kissed him, shoving her tongue down his throat. When they parted, she whispered, "Call your parents and see how long you can stay. I plan on using every second I can." Peter called home and let his mother know he was over at Jess's. She told him to be home by six and to have fun. When he hung up, it was with the impression that his mom knew that he would be involved with a little more than polite conversation with Jess. He didn't know how that could be; since he wasn't sure what they'd be involved in. He turned back to Jess, now sitting on the couch. "I've got until six." She checked her watch. "A little less than three hours. Let's get started. I believe you have a promise to fulfill." Peter unbuttoned his blouse, performing a short strip tease for Jess to excite her, and, judging from the panting, it was working. She licked her lips as he pulled the blouse off and dropped it beside him. He then reached behind him and undid his bra. He pushed his boobs together with his upper arms, holding them and his bra with the pressure he could exert. He flirtatiously asked, "Are you sure you want me to take this off?" Through heavy breathing, she responded, "Little boy, you better take that bra off before I yank it off." Grinning, he allowed the bra to slide off, exposing his breasts. He laced his hands behind his head and shook his torso. "Like what you see?" "Oh, god, they're beautiful." She stood and took his breasts in hand, palming his nipples. Peter moaned and leaned into her touch, wrapping his arms around her. They kissed passionately as she fondled him. When the kiss finished, she panted out, "Peter, will you... do me? I want to go all the way." Peter couldn't say a word, but nodded. She slid her hands down and undid his pants. She said, "I've got a confession. I started a rumor that you wear padded briefs." She slid her hand into his pants and rubbed his dick through his briefs. "I know you don't, but if the girls knew this was all you, I'd need a gun to drive them off. Particularly after they saw these." She nodded her head at his boobs. "That's okay. All I ever wanted was you." They kissed again and Jess let his pants fall to the floor. She pulled his briefs off and let them fall, too. He stepped out of his clothes and asked, "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" She pulled her shirt off and tossed it away. While she was taking off her pants, Peter got his first look at a naked woman's torso. The basic frame was still as curvy as he remembered a woman's should be, but there were no boobs or any hint of a pair. Minus those curves, he could be looking at a guy's chest. But those curves made a world of difference. When he saw her legs, there was no doubt that he was looking at a girl. Once naked, she stood and asked, "So what do you think?" Peter was stunned. Although breastless, Jess was as fantastic as he thought she'd be. Her curves seemed to ask for him to slide his arms around her and hold her. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Well?" "I want you." She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him while pulling him towards the couch. She spun him around and laid him on his back. She straddled his hips and took his breasts in hand. She stroked them with a circular motion while grinding her clit against his cock. He took his hands and rubbed her flanks as she moved upon him. After a few more seconds, she lifted up, took his cock in hand, and then slammed herself down on him. They just stayed together like that, enjoying the feel of their coupled bodies. Soon Jess started moving again, rocking back and forth and taking his breasts in hand once more while doing so. It was only a short bit later before it got to be too much for him and he sprayed into her belly. He was going to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she just slid off of him, crawled up and turned around, then straddled his head while facing his crotch. She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth while he pulled her hips down and started licking her cunt. He licked avidly, not caring that some of what he was tasting had to be his own cum. She licked slowly, controlling his arousal, allowing him to get and stay aroused while he serviced her. She continued to control him until she started thrashing about on top of him. She deep throated him and pushed him into an orgasm as she rode him through an orgasm of her own. She turned back around, lying on him and kissing his face clean of their mingled juices. They snuggled together for a bit before she slid off and stood up. "Come on. Let's get a snack before we proceed." They went into the kitchen and she got out a couple packages of Pop-tarts. While snacking, they heard the doorbell ring and Jess said, "Wonder who that is." She got up and went out to check. She came back a few minutes later with a sly smile on her face. She straddled him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, subtly ground her hips against his, and asked, "Babe, do you love me?" "Of course I do." "What would you do for me?" "Anything." Of course, with her grinding like she was, he almost had no choice but to say that. "Would you do another guy for me? In front of me?" The surprising nature of her question briefly allowed him to overcome his arousal. "Why?" "Would you?" "I... suppose. With the right guy." "What about David? Do you find him sexy?" Remembering his earlier encounter, Peter suspiciously said, "Yeeeaaah. Why?" "Because he's out in the front room. He told me about how he tried to seduce you, but how you remained faithful to me." Peter thought about it and didn't really consider that he had been seduced, but maybe he was wrong. "Now, you've got him so hot for you, he's volunteering to indulge me a fantasy, and let me watch the two of you do it." "What if I don't want to?" She nuzzled his neck. "Then we won't. But if you'd like to try it, I'd love to watch." She nuzzled behind his ear and whispered, "I'd really like to watch, Peter. Would you do David and let me watch?" Peter was nearly swooning with pleasure. Now THIS was a seduction. And Peter did want to try sex with David, so he said, "Yes. Yes, I will. For you." She plastered her lips to his, and then called out, "He said, 'Yes,' David! Come on in!" The door to the other room opened and David stepped in. He was wearing a low-cut sweater in the school's colors with a patch of a megaphone with the letters EVH (for East Valley High) on it stitched on the front, a pair of short shorts, and tennis shoes and socks. Peter's first impression was that of a male cheerleader's outfit. David froze in place when Jess climbed off Peter's lap. Peter realized he was naked as a jaybird when David's eyes went straight to his crotch. Peter's cock was already, thanks to Jess, almost hard, and there was no way he was going to be able to tuck it away, so he instead went the other route. He wrapped his right hand around his penis and lifted a boob with his left. In a sultry voice, he asked, "Like what you see?" David could only nod. Jess told David, "I think you're over-dressed." David grabbed the bottom of his sweater and yanked it off. Underneath, he was wearing a sports bra, which quickly came off as well. His breasts flopped free, and Jess and Peter saw that his cup size was about the same as Peter's, although his band size was larger, making his breasts seem slightly smaller in comparison. He bent over and pulled his shoes and socks off, then pulled his shorts and briefs down in one smooth motion. David's penis was smaller than Peter's, and Peter guessed that he was only about six inches long when hard; something he was already most of the way towards. David stood up, bent over slightly, and lifted his boobs up, seeming to offer them to Peter. He licked his lips and asked, "Do you want a taste?" Peter saw Jess take a seat, sliding her fingers into her cunny as she watched. Peter looked to David and said, "Bring those big boobies over here, boy." David walked over to him and lifted up one boob as Peter lowered his head and licked at his nipple. David moaned and pulled Peter into an embrace, mashing himself into the younger boy. After a bit, Peter let loose of David's breast and leaned up to kiss him. David smashed the two of them together and rammed his tongue into Peter's mouth. Peter wriggled against him, not to be free, but to feel their bodies together. Their breasts and dicks rubbed against each other in heated passion. They separated and David slowly went down to his knees. He paused at Peter's breasts, taking the time to generously suck and fondle both orbs before licking his way down to Peter's crotch. He took Peter's dick, already quite hard, and kissed it, putting half the dickhead into his mouth. Using his tongue, he massaged it, tasting the pre-cum that was produced as a result of his actions. He then licked his way up and down the length of Peter's shaft before taking the full length into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on his lover's tool. Peter took his own breasts in hand and rubbed them as his hips moved back and forth, almost of their own accord, fucking David's face. David suddenly pulled off of Peter and rolled onto his back. He pulled his legs up and did the splits, pointing his ass to Peter. Massaging the backs of his legs, he said, "I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your juices oozing from my butt." Peter got on his knees between David's legs and put his dickhead into David's sphincter. He asked, "Ready?" and David nodded vigorously. Peter grabbed David's legs and forced himself down, shoving his dick deep into David's bowels. David grunted in ecstasy and moaned, "So good. So big! Bigger than any I've ever had before." Jess, panting in sexual heat from the scene before her and the ministrations of her fingers, said, "Yeah, Peter, fuck him. Grab his boobs and ride him like a horse!" Peter palmed David's boobs and rolled them about as he pumped his hips into David. It wasn't too much longer before David was cumming, spraying himself with his seed. Peter thought he'd want to take a break, but he said, almost begging, "More! More! Fuck me. Fuck me like a girl!" David softened only a little before growing hard as Peter reamed him. A couple minutes later, Peter said, "Gettin' close. Gonna cum." Jess said, "Let me see. Pull out and cum on him." David clasped his legs around Peter. "No. Let him cum in me. Let him fill me up." Jess stood up, came over, and knelt beside David. "Do you want him to plant his seed in you?" David nodded. "Then tell him. Tell him you want to have his baby, and ask him to fill you up." David looked up to Peter. "Please, sir, I wish to have your baby. Fill me with your seed. Make me pregnant." And that was all it took. Peter came, filling David to overflowing. At the same time, David came, adding to the already sizable amount of cum already upon him. As Peter pulled out of David, Jess tackled him, driving him to the floor, and covering his face with kisses while she said, "You are {kiss} such an {kiss} incredible {kiss} {kiss} boyfriend." After a few more kisses, they sat up and saw that David was also sitting up with a bit of a sorrowful look on his face. Peter asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you like that?" "Oh, no. I loved it. I just regret that I can't do this all the time." Jess said, "If you're willing, you can play like this again." "Oh, more than willing. It's just..." "Yes?" "Part of me really does want to have a baby growing inside me. I mean I know it'll never happen, but still..." "What about your breasts? How do you feel about them?" "They're nice to play with, and the guys I like to fuck like to play with them, but I... could take 'em or leave 'em." "But you'd rather leave 'em? Not have them?" David nodded. "Ever wonder if you're a transsexual?" "All the time. But nothing to do about it until I turn 18 and move out of the house." "Well, you can be Peter's and my girlfriend. Both sexual and otherwise. Right, Peter?" Peter, who had been stunned by the revelation that big, strong David was really a girl inside, said, "Yeah, sounds great." David tackled both of them, giving them a big hug. "You are great!" The three of them stayed together until Peter had to leave. They did some petting, but mostly sat and talked. There were times when Peter felt left out of the conversation. It was almost like he was in a room with two girls. One thing he did notice was that they made mention of men's and women's colors for make- up. From what he could gather make-up was only for special occasions, but when it was worn, both men and women wore some. At shortly before six, Peter mentioned that he had to go. David left with him, saying he had to get home, too. Just outside, David wrapped his arms around Peter, kissed him, and then said, "Thanks, Peter. You're something special," before walking home. Peter walked home; thinking that whatever had changed things had changed things for the better. When he got home, he was greeted with a brief surprise party celebrating both his birthday and new boobs. It was just a few cards and a cake for after dinner, the real party being planned for Sunday, but it made him happy. The next day, Peter woke up, wondering whether or not he had just lived through some kind of strange dream. He was quickly disabused of that idea when he sat up and his breasts shifted on his chest. He was starting to get used to the idea of having boobs while he put on a bra and a casual T-shirt, as well as a set of those genital lifting briefs and a pair of shorts. He went downstairs, where his mom (still flat-chested) was cooking breakfast. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him with a cheery, "Good-morning, sunshine!" He said, "Morning, mom," as he sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. His mom put a plate of eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice in front of him. He looked around and asked, "Where's dad and Lorrie?" "Same place they always are on Saturday morning, down at the field getting ready for the game. Part of their duties as team members." "Dad, too?" "Of course, dad, too. He may only be volunteer coach, but he takes his duties seriously. You know that." Actually, he didn't. In Peter's old world, his father was just a supporter of the football team, not a coach. Seeing his mystified look, his mom asked, "Is something wrong, Peter? You seem really... out of it." He stirred his eggs with his fork. "It's nothing, mom. Just something I've got to work out." As he started to eat, his mom said, "Okay, but you know you can talk to me about anything?" He nodded. "Thinking of the team, your father would never say anything, but now that your boobs have grown in, he'd really like it if you tried out for the team, following in his footsteps." Peter swallowed. "I'm hardly big enough for the team." His mom gave him a look like he was crazed. "You're plenty big. Oh, you mean height-wise." Peter almost gagged on his orange juice when she said, "You don't have to be as tall as your dad just to be a cheerleader like he was." Peter started spitting up his juice, and his mom patted his back until he got it out. "What's wrong, Peter?" He blurted out, "Dad was a cheerleader?!" "Of course he was. But you knew that." Peter was shocked. He looked up at his mom. He wasn't sure he could confide in her, she'd probably think he was crazy, but he had to say something to someone. "Mom, I think I'm going nuts. What would you say if I said that when I went to bed on Thursday, I wasn't expecting to grow boobs?" "Well, I know you were worried about them growing in, but-" "No, I mean I wasn't expecting them, and dad didn't have any, and you and Lorrie did, and-" With a look of understanding, his mom finished, "Women had breasts, but men didn't?" "Yeah." "Don't worry; you're not crazy." "You know what happened?" "Yes, I do. You see, Peter, you have inherited an ability from your mother called, for lack of a better term, shifting." "My mother? Aren't you...?" "Not exactly, although I still love and care for you like you were my own Peter. You see you have 'shifted' into another universe. What were you thinking of just before you went to sleep on Thursday?" Peter thought about it. "Lorrie had been complaining about the hassles of having big breasts, and I was wondering what it'd be like to grow a pair of my own." "And so you shifted into a universe where you grew a pair overnight, and..." She waved at his chest. "That's all it takes? So how do I get back?" "Happens naturally. Once a week, you can shift for two days into another universe. Any universe of your choosing." "Any universe?" "Yes, sir. Out there in the infinite continuum of universes, anything is possible, which means that everything is happening somewhere, and in one of those everythings, there is another you, with shifting abilities, who wants to see what some part of your life is like." "I could be anyone or anything?" "Yup. You can indulge fantasies, live out the life of a star, and go to a universe where your favorite movie is the reality. You could even find out what it'd be like to be some creature right out of myths. I've been a centaur, a pixie, a mermaid, and even a giant. I have even been a talking, sentient horse." She got a thoughtful look on her face. "Y'know, it's not quite so significant to say you and your father are hung like horses when you actually are horses." She grinned and Peter laughed. Peter thought about it. "Is there any way to get stuck in another universe?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Oh, okay." "You sound a little disappointed. Is something going on at home?" "It's just these bullies who have been harassing me." "Samantha and her crew? They've been giving you trouble in this universe." "No. In my universe, Samantha barely looks my way. No, in my universe, it's David and some of his fellow football players who are giving me problems." "David Lewis?" "Yeah, that's him." "Hmm. David never struck me as the football type. Too soft." "You know David?" "Sure. He's captain of the cheerleaders. Your father is convinced he's got the hots for you." "He does. He made a pass at me the other day, then came over and had sex with me in front of Jess. He may even be a transsexual." His mother got a disapproving look on her face. "You didn't know, but you should be more careful. Peter from this world is bisexual, but if he weren't, you could've caused a lot of problems down the road." "Okay, but that still doesn't help me with the David in my world. Here, he's a homosexual cheerleader with the hots for me. There, he's a heterosexual, bullying football player." "You sure?" "That he's a bully? Yeah." "No, I mean that he's heterosexual." "Yeah. At home, Jess is his girlfriend." "Ooh, that's got to hurt. Particularly if you feel towards Jess like my Peter does." Seeing the hurt on his face, she said, "I see that you do. Well, buck up, shifting may help." "How?" "You can get a new perspective on people by shifting into universes where their problems are more obvious or more accepted or whatever it takes for you to see how to resolve things." "This seems so fantastic. How do I know this isn't all some weird dream? That I've got this ability?" "Three things: One, when you get back, two days will have passed with your journal being filled. Two, I, or more accurately, your mother can send you to specific universes. When I was a teen, my mother sent me to a universe where I was born male in order to give me a more diversified outlook. The third thing is that you can actually bring others along with you. Fall asleep with a part of you inside them and shift, and they'll shift with you." "With a part of me inside them?" "Yeah, best way to handle it is to stick your fingers inside their butt, which means you better know them real well." Peter grimaced. "Yeah, I know, sounds icky, but a woman's vagina is too ticklish, too much risk of being bitten in the mouth, and you risk hurting the other person trying to put something deep enough in the nose or ear in order to ensure shifting." "Okay, but what's this journal you mentioned?" "Oh, glad you reminded me. My journal's been such a part of my shifting; I forgot you don't have one yet. Follow me." Peter went upstairs with his mom to her room. She dug into the bottom of her dresser and pulled out two "blank" books and handed them to Peter. "These are your journals. One will be your 'me' journal. That will be filled out by my Peter when he gets back. When you get back to your world, fill it out with personal data about you. The first third of the book should get stuff that isn't likely to change: your birthday, a list of family and their names, classes you're in, current sexual preferences, friends, girlfriends or boyfriends if you've got any, and so on. The rest of the book should be filled with transitory facts: special events that'll come and go, appointments, how you're currently getting along with friends and family, et cetera. "The second is your 'others' journal. YOU will fill that one out in as much detail as possible. Write out what you have done since shifting into this universe, including all conversations you've had: exact wording if you can remember it, general ideas covered, if not. That way, my Peter will know what happened to you. When you get back, he should've done the same for you. Review his entry. If there're any facts that could've made his time easier, include them in your 'me' journal. And do that for each trip. Other shifters may actually ask for data. The data may seem obvious to you, but to someone who hasn't lived the exact same life as you, it could be very necessary, so write it into your 'me' journal." "Okay." His mom looked at her watch. "I'd tell you to go fill it out, but you better start getting ready for your sister's game." "Lorrie's game?" "Yeah. Isn't she a quarterback in your world?" "She's not even on the football team. No girl is." "Well, on this world, with men having both breasts and balls hanging out, they're not really designed for the rougher sports. Oh, there's a guys' football team, and there's guys' boxing, but they aren't really the same." "What about guys in the military?" "Well, there's a movement to get guys into combat units, but I don't see it happening. Men are just too vulnerable. But you need to get ready." "What's wrong with what I've got on?" "Well, pants and a dress blouse would be appropriate, and you don't have a lick of make-up on." "Make-up? For a game?" "For the dinner afterwards. Don't you go to a fancy dinner after the game?" "Sometimes." "And don't you get dressed up?" "Not in make-up. Guys don't wear it." "But ladies do?" Peter nodded. "Seems one-sided, but you will be expected to wear it here. Don't worry. I'll help you." They went to his and Lorrie's bathroom, and his mom pulled out a bunch of bottles and tubes of make-up. She sat him down and worked on his face. After a bit, she said, "This is fun. I haven't done your make-up since you were in single digits." "Kids wear make-up?" "Yeah. As soon as they're old enough to not eat it, everyone wears it." "Hmm. Can I ask another question?" "Sure." "How do babies get fed? If women make the babies, but men have the breasts...?" "Well, from the last month of her pregnancy to the third month after birth, a woman's vaginal juices produce a strong dose of hormones. When the man licks her out, those hormones get his breasts producing milk." "So you're guaranteed to get cunnilingus at least during your pregnancy?" "Well, yes, but most men are more than willing to lick out a woman if she asks. The taste of a woman's juices are described as heavenly." "I guess that's a difference between our worlds." "Don't men gratify a woman orally on your world?" "Some do. Most think it's too messy." "Well, it is more necessary here. With men needing to perform orally in order to feed babies, it wouldn't be real sensible for it to be an unpleasant experience. But, as a woman with a labia, take it from me, if you take the time to learn how to please a woman with your mouth, you will never regret it." She closed up the make-up kit and handed him a tissue. She said, "Blot your lips," and mimicked the action. Once he had done what she wanted, she said, "All done." He turned and was amazed at the results. The colors were slightly darker than those used on women, but just as subtle. Small imperfections seemed to have faded away and his face glowed with a beauty he hadn't known he had. He briefly wondered why men on his world didn't wear make-up if results like this were possible. His mom asked, "Like what you see?" Peter nodded. "Good. Now don't muss yourself. I've got to go get myself ready." His mom left and Peter briefly looked over the make-up, wondering if he could do what his mom did. He figured not, but also realized he could learn. He could shift into worlds where he could learn to apply make-up or do anything else for that matter. Of course, at only two days a week, things could take a while, but shifting could open a lot of doors for him. He was still musing and pondering when his mom called out, "Ready to go?" She saw him and said, "You forgot to change. Hurry up." Peter quickly got out of his shorts and shirt and into a pair of pants and a blouse. He grabbed a pair of sneakers from the closet and his mom said, "Bring the heels. You can put those on after the game." When he hesitated, staring at the heels, she said, "Let me guess, guys don't wear heels in your world?" Peter nodded. "You live in a sexist world." Peter shrugged. "Push them to the back of the closet and grab your loafers. We're running a little late, so we can tell your dad we didn't see them and didn't have time to look." Peter did as he was told and they went out to the car and drove to the field. Once there, they found their seats, and Peter looked around for his dad and sister. He saw his dad with the cheerleaders, dressed in the same sweater and short shorts combo they were. He was running them through some routines. During a brief break, David caught his gaze and blew him a kiss. Peter blew one back, getting a smile in response. He heard Jess say, "Already flirting more with the new girl? Should I be jealous?" He turned and saw her big smile. He joked, "I don't have to flirt with you. I know you're just in it for the sex." She sat beside him and kissed him. "Guilty as charged." She looked up to his mom and said, "Hi, Mrs. Wilkins." His mom replied, "Hello, Jess." She pointed to the lockers and said, "Your sister and the team are taking the field." Peter watched the team come out. He noticed that the uniforms were far less heavily padded than the men's uniforms of his world. The teams (all girls) ran out and quickly set up. He guessed that the home team's quarterback was his sister, but he really couldn't tell under the helmet. The game quickly got underway and Peter watched with the intent of noticing the differences between the footballs of two worlds. The first thing he noticed was that the game as played in this