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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and may contain sexually explicit adult material and TG themes. If you are not an adult, do not wish to view such material, or if such material is prohibited in your locality, you should exit at this time. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. This is a copyrighted work of fiction and the author retains all rights to this story. This story may be posted at Fictionmania, Robo's site and Sapphire's Place with this notice and any applicable headers and footers attached, as required by law. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the express written permission of the author. "01/01/01 -- The Last Chance For Magic!" Did you ever really believe Magic was merely imaginary? Perhaps it merely has no place any more in our modern world. The day finally came when the TRUE Millennium arrived, and for one brief moment in time, Magic was once more alive in a world of disbelievers. Many desires and dreams were granted during the Moment of Magic when the first minute of the first day, the first month and the first year were numerically aligned. Like a wave flowing slowly around the Earth for the next day, the remaining Magic in the world granted many wishes, toasts, and dreams for the last time until twenty-four hours passed and the last people on Earth celebrated the start of the new Millennium! What follows is a tale of a wish made with little thought to it coming true, but the wish was made, and the wish was granted... ***** A New Year, A Different Life! A Story by Caleb Jones My big sister Tammy is thirteen years old. She is two years older and almost half a foot taller than me. She and I usually agree to leave each other alone and in peace. She doesn't want anything to do with an eleven year-old "Twerp", her favorite nickname for me. My real name is Tommy, but I think she forgot it long ago and decided Twerp was a satisfactory replacement. My two year-old baby brother is named Timmy. My parents are big on names that sound alike in the family. My Mom is Betty to her friends and Dad is William, but everyone calls him Billy. So being called Twerp by my sister isn't as bad as it sounds, especially when we are all together. Picture my mother calling her kids together while we are playing with friends. "Tammy, Tommy, Timmy! Dinner is ready..." Sometimes I can hear the laughs of the other kids long after they go home. I may be a "Twerp" to Tammy, but I got the brains in the family. I skipped two years in school, and was in the same grade as her. Since the kids I go to school with are all older than me, I usually stay near my sister and her friends until I get home. Tammy hates it when I hang out with her. But she's more interesting than the other kids my age in the neighborhood. I guess that's because I am smarter than kids my own age. She's always doing neat things and having fun with older kids, but when I try to join in the fun, they kick me out. When the real Millennium celebrations began, my parents let Tammy attend a neighbor's late night party for teenagers to celebrate the midnight arrival of the year 2001 and the start of the Twenty-first century. According to my Mom, I was "too young to stay out that late, but mature enough to stay home and baby-sit my little brother" while everyone else was out ringing in the New Year. So who could blame me for watching Dick Clark count down the New Year on TV. The people in Time's Square shouted out Happy New Year and midnight struck as I wished Tammy was the one staying home and I was the one out celebrating instead of her. I felt a sudden shake in my body while everything blurred for a moment and the lights dimmed... ***** Music was playing and people who weren't there a second ago were shouting and talking... I shut my eyes to stop some of the confusion and suddenly someone was kissing me... on the lips! I opened my eyes and saw the face of Tammy's boyfriend Jason much too close to mine! I let out a shout of surprise and horror, and pushed him away from me. My hair swirled around my face. That wasn't right. My hair was too short to do that, but suddenly it seemed long enough to fall down my back. And Jason was a lot shorter than I remembered him. He didn't tower over me by a foot anymore. Our heads had been almost level with each other when he had -- YUCK -- kissed me. I felt really strange! The heels of my feet were inches higher than my toes. I was almost halfway to standing on my toes. My legs felt funny too, like they were exposed to air, yet covered by something soft and silky. Something felt strange about my middle too, but I couldn't quite figure out what. Something seemed to be missing. It felt normal at the same time that it felt strange. Something was tight around my chest, and I could feel two slightly tingly areas above my stomach where the tightness was. At the same time that I felt strange, I realized I was no longer home. There were a lot of kids and some parents around, and everyone was celebrating the New Year. A few others seemed to have the same shocked expression on their faces that I felt on my own face. I was sure shocked, all right. Jason stepped back in front of me. "Hey, we are the only ones not celebrating the New Year!" He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, and was suddenly kissing me again. In all my eleven years, I had only kissed my parents and brother and sister, and none of them was ever like this kiss! I was just getting interested in girls, and now a BOY was making out with me. And I just realized I kind of liked it. The tingling in my chest grew more pleasant, and it felt like my chest was actually moving around a little as our chests were pressed against each other while he kissed me. I finally knew what the older kids found so nice about kissing. It wasn't yucky at all! But why was Jason kissing me? He should be kissing my sister Tammy! And where was she? After what seemed like an eternity, he moved his face away from mine and smiled. A strange shiver went through my body as he spoke to me. "Happy New Year, Tammy!" ***** (Tammy) I was out partying with the gang and the New Year approached! We all counted down from ten to one, and everyone shouted Happy New Year! And to top it all off, Jason looked like he was about to give me my first kiss! Suddenly I was all alone and in my own house sitting in the living room watching TV. Where were all the people, and where was Jason and his wonderful lips? My brother must have gone to bed, the little Twerp! Some baby- sitter! He might be a little genius, but he was still my BABY brother. I wasn't sure how I got home, but as long as I was here, I should probably make sure my little brother and my baby brother were all right. They ARE my brothers after all, and I do love them even if I sometimes wonder which one of them is the real "baby brother" in the family. On the other hand, if this is some trick of Tommy's to pay me back for refusing to let him hang around me now that he goes to my school this year, I will get him back for ruining my big date with Jason! I stood up and realized I was no longer wearing my new pumps. No wonder everything was looking bigger than when I left earlier. When had I taken them off? And I realized I was wearing pajamas instead of my dress. One more strange thing to figure out. Maybe I fell asleep at the party, and my Mom took me home. I got to Tommy's room first and looked inside. No one was sleeping in his bed and the bed was unmade. I was beginning to think this was like the old story my folks told me when I was a baby, about Goldilocks and the Three Bears. No one was sleeping in Tommy's bed. At least little Timmy was sound asleep in his room, and really cute sleeping in his little bed. I hope when I get married and have a baby, he looks as cute as Timmy does tonight. He'll probably grow up to be a pest like his brother, though. Where did that little twerp Tommy go? I peek in my parents' room in case he had fallen asleep in their bed, but no luck. Hey, he better not be in MY room!!! I almost ran to my door and went inside. I thought I saw a glimpse of him near the bureau, and when I looked over there, I saw him behind me in the mirror. Wait a minute! I didn't see ME in the mirror! Only Tommy! Is the mirror broken? Everything has been crazy since midnight came and Jason kissed me! I turned to look for Tommy behind me, but he wasn't there. And when I looked in the mirror again, he was moving his face and neck exactly like my neck and head was moving. I nodded my head up and down, and Tommy did the same in the mirror without even a moment's delay. I raised my hand and reached out to his image in the mirror, and he did the same. My finger touched his reflection in the glass. There was no one between the mirror and my brother. I suddenly realized I looked just like my brother! I looked down, and instead of my almost AA cup bosom, I saw my brother's pajamas and a very flat chest. When I reached between my legs and boy's stuff was hanging there... I screamed and fainted on my parents' bed. ***** (The Party continues...) Jason had just called me Tammy! Me, Tommy! Her brother! Why would he call me by my sister's name? I looked around, but didn't see Tammy. Jason took my hand and led me to the punch bowl. I looked down at the table, and saw what I was wearing for the first time since that first kiss. I was wearing the same brand new party dress my sister had left in earlier. I even had bumps on my chest like she has. This was getting really scary! My legs were bare, and I wasn't wearing any pants in public, yet no one seemed surprised. I realized I was wearing something down there since my legs were covered, but it was almost invisible, like the stockings my Mom and sister wore with dresses. I guess that made a weird kind of sense if I was the one wearing a dress now. But why was I dressed in my sister's clothes, and why was Jason convinced I was Tammy? A boy came over and started talking to Jason about the upcoming Superbowl. His date moved over to me and slipped her arm through mine. She was Olivia, my sister's best friend. She smelled nice! "Wow, Tammy, that was some kiss you and Jason had a minute ago! Johnny was too shy to give me more than a peck on the cheek. I envy you! The guys are going to talk about their football games for a while. Come with me and tell me all about it!" She took my hand and almost dragged me down a corridor and into a bathroom. We were alone. She looked into the mirror and started to put on some lipstick. When she finished, she handed the lipstick to me. "You could use some more lip gloss after that big kiss you had with Jason, Tammy." She turned me toward the mirror, and I saw Olivia and... my sister Tammy! Where was I? I couldn't see ME in the mirror! And Tammy was wearing the dress I was inside of! I stepped back a little to look around for me, and my sister's reflection moved the same way I did in the mirror. I raised my hand, and my sister did the same. I touched my lips, and her hand did likewise. I felt something covering my lips. I looked down at my hand, and saw a little bit of red smudged on my forefinger, but it wasn't my finger. My nails stuck out past my fingertips and the fingers themselves seemed a little thinner than they usually did. It looked like my sister's hand, but it was attached to MY arm. I looked at her image in the mirror again and into her eyes. I was looking into my own eyes! I wasn't me! I was my sister! No wonder Jason had kissed me! He thought I was Tammy! I looked down, hair falling around my face, and took a better look at the two small bumps pushing out the dress I was wearing. I had been noticing girl's boobs for a while now, and suddenly I had two of my own on my chest, even if they really were my sister's, and hers were rather small. Mom says she's a late bloomer. Still, it was something I had never expected to see on my own chest. Boys don't have boobs! But now I had them. I lifted my hand again and placed it over them like I was pledging allegiance to the flag. My thumb and fingertips were raised on the side of each one, and the center of my palm was flat between them. I pressed my fingers into the flesh under the dress. They were real... and soft! Almost sponge-like in the way the flesh pushed the dress out again when I took my hand off. Olivia was looking at me funny. I guess it was because I had touched the mirror and my chest instead of putting on lipstick like she had suggested. I didn't know how girls made up their faces though, and if I messed it up, she might realize I wasn't who she thought I was. No telling what would happen after that. They might throw me in the hospital if "Tammy" started claiming she was "Tommy"! I had seen the two of them make up each other's face sometimes at home while I was bugging my sister, so I knew it wouldn't be too strange to ask her to do it for me now, as long as she thought I was the real Tammy. I just needed an excuse. Tammy was expecting me to talk about Jason and the kiss. "Olivia, I'm all nerves after that kiss." I handed the lipstick back to her, and she took it. "Would you mind doing it for me? I'd just mess it up further." "He's that good a kisser, huh? Okay. Stop squirming around and pucker up." I watched her in the mirror as she spread the makeup on my lips. Finally she finished, and handed me some tissues that I didn't know what to do with. "Hey, you are still shaking." I hadn't realized it, but the idea of pretending to be Tammy scared me. She put her arms around me and hugged me. It felt really nice. "You look a little flushed. I think maybe you are coming down with something, Tammy. I'll go tell Jason he should take you home while you try and freshen up a little." She reached into a little purse I hadn't noticed hanging near my waist from a long thin cord under my arm, and gave me a little comb. "Meanwhile, fix your hair, girl. Jason must have messed it up a little bit in the back during that kiss." Then she left the bathroom and I was alone. Me and the reflection of my sister's body stared at each other in the mirror. I was still scared! Was I stuck in her body forever? I wanted to spend more time playing with my big sister, but this was way too much! Slowly, I ran the comb through hair that was much longer than I was used to having. It hung around my shoulders to my waist. It looked nice on Tammy, but now I had to take care of it. How did girls keep their hair from covering their face every time they turned their head or looked down at something? I wanted my own body back! I had to get home and find out if Tammy was inside my body! It would be just too weird if we were BOTH Tommy! And if she was inside of my body, I would make her change us back. After all, I was the older and taller one of us now, and she would have to do what I told her to do or she would see what it was like to be me as her body sat on her until she gave in to my demands and gave me my body back! I finished with Tammy's hair, throwing as much of it as I could over my shoulders behind me and out of the way, and left the bathroom. Jason and Olivia were waiting for me, and Jason offered to walk me home. Since I wasn't sure whose house the party was held at, and my mother wasn't supposed to pick up my sister until one a.m., it seemed smart to have him show me the way home, so I agreed. I should have thought twice and waited for Mom, because his arm never strayed from my waist all the way home, and I had to put my own arm around his waist to be comfortable while we walked. It was strange being so close to someone else like that, but my sister's body seemed to like it. When we reached my house, he stopped on the porch and kissed me again! This time I was kind of expecting him to do it, and it was even nicer than the last kiss. If I ever got my real body back, I promised myself to stop thinking kissing was dumb and try it with a girl as soon as possible. Jason finally left, and I went inside my house after fishing out the key from Tammy's little purse. I don't know why she didn't wear a dress with some pockets, but she didn't. I guess her purse was almost as helpful as a pocket, but bigger purses must be a pain to carry around and keep track of. I would loose my wallet and all my money somewhere if I had to carry it around all day in my hand like a girl, instead of sticking it in a pocket! I walked inside and stared in amazement as I watched myself run down the stairs. "Tommy...?" my body asked me. "Tammy...?" I asked my body. "What happened to us?" she asked. "How should I know, Tammy? One minute I was watching TV and the next, your date was kissing me." "Jason kissed YOU?" She seemed rather upset. "Well, he thought he was kissing you, you know. It WAS your body he was kissing, after all." "I guess that's all right then. How did we get like this, and how do we change back?" "How should I know? I thought you did it! One minute I was wishing I was at the party and the next second I WAS there, only I was you instead of me!" I didn't like the look that suddenly appeared on her face. I knew that look, even if it was on my own face instead of hers. She was going to blame me for everything that happened. "You can't think that somehow my little wish actually was granted. I don't have a magic genie, and I didn't sell my soul to the devil like that story we read in class. I just wanted to be there at your fun party instead of here baby- sitting Timmy." She didn't seem convinced. "Okay. If my wish came true, then I can UN-wish it. I wish Tammy and I were in our real bodies again!" We waited and watched each other. I still was wearing her dress and body, and she was still me. "See. It wasn't me." Deep inside, though, I knew I was wrong. ***** (Tammy) I knew it! It was all Tommy's fault I was now stuck in his twerpy little body, while he gets to be me! I had to figure out how to get him to fix things and give me back my body. But then I heard the tires of my parents' car turned into our gravel driveway. I had to act fast. "Mom and Dad are home, Tommy." "Good! Maybe they know a way we can change back!" "NO, Tommy! We can't tell them about this!" "What? Why not, Tammy?" "Because they won't believe us! They'll think we're nuts and put us in some hospital for treatment. Even if they did believe us, they can't do anything to help. I'm older than you, and I know that if two people had ever swapped bodies before, I would have heard something about it in school. They would have warned us against wishing like you did or whatever it was that did this to us. No, we have to pretend to be each other until you can wish us back again." Tommy thought about that for a second or two as the sound of footsteps got closer to the door. "Sorry Sis, they may not know how to help us, but you're crazy if you think Mom and Dad won't believe us! I'm telling them. You lie if you want to." Tammy wanted to strangle him, but she would be hurting her own body. Besides, he was a lot taller than she was, now that she was inside his little body. She had to remember she was an eleven year-old again, as well as a boy for a while. She shivered a little with desperation. She wanted her own body back. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe their parents could help after all. ***** (Tommy) Mom and Dad were surprised to see Tammy... I mean me, home so soon after midnight. Dad went over to Tammy and rubbed my - I mean her - hair. "Thanks for staying up late and baby-sitting your little brother, Tommy. You better get upstairs and get some sleep if you are going skating tomorrow." "Are you all right, Tammy?" Mom asked me, and felt my forehead for a fever. "How come you are home early? I was supposed to pick you up at one a.m." "I'm fine, Mom, but there IS something wrong! Something big! This is going to be hard to believe, but somehow Tammy and I have switched bodies! I look like Tammy, but I'm really Tommy inside!" Tammy must have realized I was right, because she agreed with me. "He's right, Mom, Dad, Tommy is in my body and I am stuck in his. You have to believe us!" Dad was first to say something. "All right kids, that was a great joke for the new year, but save it for April Fool's Day. Now get to bed, both of you." I had to make them believe us. "Mom, I made a bad wish and somehow it came true! I'm Tommy! There must be some way to prove it to you." "Well, since I don't have to go pick you up at the party, I guess I have a few minutes to play this game, young lady." Mom smiled at me. I blushed hearing myself called a young lady. "I'm NOT a young lady, Mom! I'm Tommy," I reminded her. "Right... Tommy... let's see. If you are really Tommy, you will know what happened last year when Tammy went to camp." I had to think about that for a minute. What happened last summer that Tammy didn't know... of course! "Tammy's pet hamster died and we spent the entire day looking for another one that looked exactly like it!" Mom looked at me with a surprised look in her eyes. Tammy choked up a little and said, "Hammy died?" We ignored her. Mom turned to Tammy with a question for her. "Your turn, 'Tammy.' If that is who you really are, you will know what I mean when I ask you what it is you have been waiting for ever since it happened to your friend Jill last year." Tammy's face (really mine) smiled. "My period!" Mom put her arm around our shoulders and looked at Dad. "They both answered a question only the other could know, Billy. I believe them. They really did switch bodies, as crazy as it sounds." She looked us both over and up and down. "Are you both okay?" We both said yes, and she hugged us. Dad still looked confused, but he was never one to pass on a family hug, so he joined in. I guess he was willing to trust that Mom was right. She always is! Mom ordered us upstairs to get ready for bed. When we got to our rooms, Tammy stopped us at our bedroom doors. We looked at each other. "I guess I am already set for bed," Tammy said to me, looking down at the pajamas I had been wearing when she got my body. "But you won't find my nightgowns in your room, Tommy. I better help you get out of that dress. I don't want you tearing it and ruining it." She motioned for me to follow her into her room. She turned me around like a big doll and unbuttoned the dress I was wearing from the back. I sure wouldn't have been able to do that on my own. She pulled the dress over my head and put it on the chair. Then she went behind my back again and unsnapped the tight clothing that wrapped around my chest and covered the little bumps on my new chest. The air made them feel a little funny again. I felt better as she pulled off the little band of cloth that was covering them. Still, it was very strange to look down and see little bumps on my chest with little round nipples poking out in the middle of each one. Sure, I had little round spots on my chest as a boy, but my sister's were at least twice as big and stuck out more. Before tonight, mine had never stuck out at all. I kind of liked they way they looked, though. They were kind of pretty. She took me by the hand and led me to her bureau. "This is where I keep my underwear. As long as you have my body, you will have to put on a bra every day like these..." She pointed to the small group of white and colored pieces of cloth on the left side of the drawer. "All the girls wear them at school, and if you don't have one, they will make fun of you and boys will stare, so don't forget to wear one!" Then she pointed to some underpants. They looked nicer than mine, smoother, and some had nice little flowers and pictures in the material. "You wear those every day, too. Try and match the color and design on the panty and the bra, okay?" She picked out one of each to show me they had the same design. I agreed, and she showed me where she kept her nightgowns. "Come on, Tammy, don't you have any P.J.'s I can wear?" "No. I got rid of them when I got those." She pointed to the little bumps on my chest. I was beginning to get the idea that being a teenage girl was going to be more difficult than I was used to as a boy. She helped me into one of her gowns, and I started for my bedroom when she stopped me. "All my clothing, makeup and stuff are in here. We can't keep going from bedroom to bedroom every time we want to change clothes, so I think you ought to sleep in my bed until you wish us back into our real bodies again." Mom came in just then and agreed with Tammy. "Tammy, you go to your brother's room now. Your father wants to talk to you. He believes what you both said about exchanging bodies, and has a few pointers about being a boy for you." She turned to me. "Tommy, you come with me. Just because those aren't your original teeth isn't any reason for not brushing before you go to sleep." Tammy went to my room with my Dad, and I followed my Mom into the bathroom. "All right, Tammy... I mean Tommy, you are a girl now, and there are some things you need to know that girls usually learn when they are little. Your father was planning to have a little talk with you about the birds and the bees soon, but since your body has changed, I will talk with you about them in the morning. But there are some things you need to know right now that might not wait until tomorrow. You know boys and girls are not the same, right?" I nodded. "As a girl, you are now a little different from when you were a boy." "I have little bumps like yours now," I said, and put my hand between them again. They felt different without the bra on. Kind of soft and warm and nice underneath the nightgown. "That's right, son. But there are some other differences as well. You remember your penis?" I blushed. Mom hasn't mentioned that to me since I was a little boy. I nodded, and she continued. "Well, girls don't have one of them." I reached down between my legs and slipped my hand under my underwear from the side when I couldn't find the hole in the front. Mom was right! There was nothing there but some loose skin covered by a bit of hair. It felt funny to not have my... you know... anymore, and for the first time I realized I was older now since I now had hair there like dad, even if my penis was gone! "How can I go to the bathroom without one, Mom?" I didn't have to go yet, but Mom showed me how girls did it anyway, having me sit down and showing me how to wipe up afterwards. I can't imagine sitting down like that every day for the rest of my life. I had to figure out a way to make another wish work and change us back! Mom tucked me into my sister's bed and kissed me goodnight on my forehead. ***** (Tammy) Daddy was waiting for me when I walked into my brother's bedroom. "Sit down, Tammy," he said to me as he patted the mattress. "I guess you really are my daughter inside that body," he said. "I can see that you walk a little more like Tammy than Tommy, and you still have your smile even if you have his face. "Tammy, I don't know if you are aware of it, but now that you are a boy, you have some different... equipment down there." He pointed at my lap. I remember touching it when I realized I was in my brother's body. He was right. I have a boy's thing now... a penis. I nodded in agreement with my father. I was not a girl where it counted anymore. I felt like crying. I liked being a girl. Daddy told me to make sure I didn't get punched or hit down there while playing games or sports. And he told me that I could stand up when I had to go to the bathroom to get rid of liquid. All I had to do was raise the lid, point -- the thing -- at the bowl and let it loose. It almost sounded like fun compared to sitting, pissing, and wiping. He told me there were many things to like about being a boy, like being stronger, and getting paid more when I became an adult man. He told me that if I found myself missing some of the things I liked about being a girl, I should try to remember the things about boys I used to wish I could do when I was a girl, like playing football with the boys after school. They would let me play with them now like they did when Tommy had this body. He tried to be helpful, he really did, but I never really wanted to play little league baseball before, and didn't now that I was in a boy's body. In fact, I'd be willing to never play any sports ever again to be a girl again. I hope I learn to like being a boy someday soon, since it looks like I am going to have to be one from now on. ***** (Tommy) I had to rush to the bathroom first thing when I awoke I the morning, and I almost forgot what Mom had told me about the way my sister's body pissed differently than I did before. But when I reached down and there was nothing to aim, I remembered quickly. I wiped like she taught me, and went back to my sister's bedroom. I had to get ready for school. Tammy and I both went to Junior High School, and they had a dress code they were strict about ever since one kid was caught selling a pistol to another kid. Now that I looked like Tammy, I had to wear a plaid skirt and a white shirt. I got the shirt on okay, even though the buttons were all on the wrong side, but I wasn't able to figure out how to get the skirt on, so I asked Tammy for help. She was the expert at getting this body of hers dressed, after all. She showed me which color tights went with her clothes, and after I pulled them on, helped me to finish dressing. Then she made me take off the shirt again and showed me how to put on one of her bras, since I had forgotten to cover the new bumps on my chest with one. "You better get used to wearing one, Tommy. They may be small now, but I'll probably wind up... I mean YOU will probably wind up looking like Mom there, and you know Mom is pretty big when it comes to those. She's a D cup!" I tried to imagine my new chest bumps blowing up into the big soft pillows my Mom had on her chest that often came close to smothering me during a hug. I just couldn't imagine it. But then, I wouldn't have thought I would ever have even the little bumps that were now covered by a bra that Tammy said was an A cup. But there they were, sticking out from my chest like little hills. She made me smear on some lip gloss from the tube in her purse from last night, and dabbed some sweet smelling perfume behind my ears. Then she dumped everything inside the purse into a bigger one that she told me to bring to school with me. She said that everything I needed except books were in there, and reminded me not to lose it or leave it behind. I put it into my book bag. She went back to my room and finished getting my real body dressed. She was happy that it took so little time. Pants, shirt, socks, shoes, and she had my male body ready to go in minutes. It had taken the two of us almost twenty minutes to get the female me ready. And I still don't know how she fixed my hair. It better not become undone at school. We went down to breakfast. I got a big bowl of cereal and poured milk into it, and then Tammy grabbed it away from me. "If there is any chance of you wishing us back to normal, you are NOT going to get me fat!" She gave me a glass of juice and a piece of toast. I guess it tasted all right, and I wasn't hungry after eating, but I missed my Captain Crunch. The bus ride to school was okay, except that Jason kept holding my hand and sat next to me on the ride to school. I looked at my sister several times, and she seemed to be either jealous or smiling whenever I looked. I managed to get through all of my new classes okay. I might be younger than my new body, but my mind is still as smart as before. Most of my classes were the same as the ones Tammy was now taking for me, they were just taught at other times of the day. At least I didn't have to face girl's gym for two more days. I wasn't ready for that yet. After school, Olivia caught up to me and reminded me that she and Tammy had made plans to go to the mall until dinner. So I spent the next three hours pretending to be Tammy for her best friend. I managed to bluff my way through window shopping for clothes and trying on makeup, but I realized I had a lot to learn if I was going to be stuck in Tammy's body for the rest of my life. We walked back to our neighborhood, and I headed home alone after Olivia said good-bye to me, and headed down her street to her house. As I headed back to my own home, I wished over and over, in as many ways as I could think of, for us to swap bodies again. Maybe one of them would work! ***** (Tammy) Classes were pretty tough. My brother must be smarter than I am. All the teachers kept relying on me to give the right answer if the other kids didn't know it. But I wasn't him and I didn't have all the answers, even if I had his brain. I disappointed a lot of teachers today with the wrong answers. I had gym class today. Boy, the things I learned about the boys in my school! I wish I were going to the mall with Olivia so I could tell her all about the things I learned, but she barely knows my little brother exists, or so she likes to pretend. I used to think it was funny, but now that I AM my brother, it means I have lost my best friend. I'd be crying if I was still me, but my new body seems to operate differently. I tried wishing us back to normal in case it might be this body that makes wishes work, but nothing happened. I was still my twerpy little brother, and he was still inside my pretty body. Life is SO unfair! ***** (Tommy) When I got home, I planned on going upstairs and doing my homework, but Mom had different plans. She had me help out making dinner, something Tammy usually did. I wondered if she had forgotten our change of bodies, but she soon explained her decision to me. "Tammy already knows how to get around in the kitchen, Tommy, and if you are going to be a girl, then you will have to learn as well." Remembering my trip through the mall as a girl today, I remembered I had other things to learn, and I had questions to ask my mother. While we got dinner ready, she answered my questions about girl's clothes and their many differences. I was going to wear them from now on, I needed to know what I was wearing, and they had so many weird names. When dinner was ready, Mom promised to help me learn more girl stuff after we ate. Considering I helped make it, dinner was surprisingly good! After dinner, Mom made Tammy clean up the table while she and I went upstairs to continue my lesson. She helped me take off Tammy's school uniform. I felt funny standing in front of Mom wearing my sister's bra and panties. I guess she figured out why I was uncomfortable, because she told me I had nothing to be embarrassed about. She told me we were both girls now, and I didn't have anything she hadn't seen when she was a girl. I stared at Mom's big chest. I had never really thought of her as a "girl" before, but I had to admit she was right. We might both be girls now, but she was much more of a woman than I was. I couldn't help wondering if I would get as big as Mom someday. I looked down at my tiny bumps, and tried to imagine them bigger than softballs. I couldn't. I looked again at Mom and imagined myself looking like her. Mom noticed my attention to her chest. Embarrassed again, I told Mom what Tammy had said about me someday getting as big as her there, and asked her if it was true. "Small like you are now or big like me, you are all female now, and that body of yours will always have boobs. But to answer your question, dear, my mother was pretty big in the bustline, and so was my grandmother, so I guess it's likely to run in the family. On the other hand, I know some mothers and daughters who look nothing alike. All I really know for sure is that when I grew bigger, I learned to like having them, and if it happens to you, I'm sure you will like them as well. Tammy's doctor said she was going to have another growth spurt soon, and now that you have her body, you can expect to get a little bigger all over, including your new bust. The doctor said Tammy was a late bloomer. Once you have a few periods, you will probably grow some more. You might even wind up taller than me. You might even get a little bigger in the chest than I am, though that's not too likely. Your father's sister is smaller, you could follow their genes and be small like Aunt Kathy." Mom then told me I could always talk to her about anything I wanted, and she would try and help me figure out an answer. She went through Tammy's closet and drawers, and showed me how to put on all the different types of clothes Tammy owned. They were mine now, as long as I had her body, and she had no more need of them. At least a lot of the clothes felt nice to wear. Mom said that was one of the benefits of being a girl. When I asked her what the other benefits were, she just smiled and said I would find out in good time. Tammy and Mom had both mentioned my new body not having a period yet, so I asked Mom how I would know if I had one. She told me and I was sorry I asked. It sounded pretty horrible. Mom said all women had them for one week every month when their bodies got mature, and it wasn't as bad as it sounded. She picked up one of the magazines in my sister's room, and showed me an ad for a tampon that said girls could swim and play tennis and do all sorts of things while they had their "time of the month". Seeing it in print made me feel a little better. It sounded pretty scary and messy, but if Mom said I would be okay, I believed her. Still, I wished I were a boy again and again until almost midnight when I fell asleep. In school the next day, some boys teased me about being flat- chested in class. Tammy hugged me when I told her about it when we got home afterwards. She knew those boys all too well. "They were jerks!" she said. "They tease girls all the time." She told me how girls could handle boys who gave them trouble without fighting them. As she pointed out, I was no longer built to fight boys. Neither was she, with my scrawny eleven year-old body, but she might grow up to be big and manly like Dad. I'd never grow up to look like Dad unless the wish was someday reversed. In the movies, body-swapped characters always change back at the end of the story, but almost a week had gone by now, and we were still switched around. What happened to us was not a fictional story. It was beginning to look like I was going to be my sister for the rest of my life, and she would be me! The first chapter in both of our lives is over, and new chapters wait to be written. ***** Well, it has been years now since I became my sister, and we have both carried on, learning to be more like the gender we became. I have a few curves now, and the boys who used to tease me now ask me out on dates. Not that I agree to go out with them, I only go out with boys who are nice to me. I have a boyfriend now, and he is a real gentleman. Tommy is still looking around for the right girl, but he keeps my old body looking good, and seems to have no trouble getting a girl to go out with him. We realized a while ago that there is no going back. We are who we are now for the rest of our lives. That's all right with both of us. It took a while to adjust to becoming the opposite gender, but we both like our new lives now! It might be different if we lived in a different time, but in this new century, we can be whoever we want to be, no matter our gender. Unlike most, though, thanks to a unique moment of magic, the two of us will write each other's life story from now on. The End, and The Beginning...