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One More Reason Geometry Sucks
By Patrick Prescott
I switched on the television.
...WFLD - Chicago, Channel 32 News Flash: Last week's heat
wave will blaze on through this week, bringing over 100 degree
temperatures all over the area; slightly cooler by the Lake.
Mayor Daley has issued tomorrow, Thursday June 7th 2001 an ozone
action day. Citizens are encouraged to stay indoors and use
public transportation wherever possible...
The television faded into my mind. I didn't really care all
that much, considering yesterday was my last day of sophomore
year. Thank God. Finals were a bitch, but then again, they always
are. More importantly, my birthday was a little over a month from
now. Boy, 16. Just get me to the DMV, give me my license, and
give me the open road. I glanced down at my wristwatch. 1:25 PM.
"Shit," I thought to myself. I told Melissa, my girlfriend,
that I'd meet her at the library at 1:30. But, then again, that's
the great part about living in a small, little town: the library
was 3 minutes away. I hopped on my bike and darted down Route 19.
As I locked up by bike at the bike rack, I saw the purple
bike, which I recognize so much. Melissa was inside. It doesn't
matter when the last time I saw her was; a minute, an hour, a
day, a week... it always was a pleasure to see her. I strode over
to the main entrance and walked in.
She was sitting over by the computers, surfing around the
net. I cupped my hands over her eyes. She laughed, stood up, and
turned to look at me. Melissa was, hands down, the hottest girl
in the school. About 5'6", she had blonde hair that flowed down
to the middle of her back. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes
you've ever seen. Not too skinny, but not too fat either. Just
right. Literally perfect. (Nice rack too.) As I gazed into her
eyes, I saw a few tears run down her cheeks.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"Stupid school," she sobbed.
"Why? What happened?"
"They're making me take Geometry over again. I know all the
material, but I just can't do well on the quizzes and tests!" She
broke down sobbing in my arms. I held her tight against my chest.
I, on the other hand, was a great test taker. I aced Geometry.
"What, is it next year, instead of an elective?" I asked.
"No. Summer school this year. It starts Monday. I'm going
to fail, and my parents are going to find out, and..." she
erupted into tears again.
Melissa's father died in a train accident back in 1996. Her
mother was in Jerusalem on business as a representative of a
pharmaceutical company, when she got caught in the latest
Israeli-Syrian battles. The U.S. State department told Melissa
her mother would be back around August 1st. Ironically, my
parents were in Hawaii celebrating their 25th anniversary. They
wouldn't be back until July 25th.
"Sweetie," I began to console her, "you know that I'll give
you a hand studying. Tell you what; you can even stay with me
during the summer. My job at the pool is during the same hours of
summer school, so that works out really well."
"Thank you sooooo much!" she cooed. She needed to make a
quick exit, and I followed her out. We went our separate ways for
the day.
***
The following morning I awoke to Melissa next to me in my
bed. I didn't mind, but I was surprised nonetheless. My abrupt
awakening woke Melissa up too.
"Mel, what are you doing here?" I asked, startled.
"Well, I decided to take you up on your offer for me to
stay the summer here. Yesterday I went straight home and packed
my bags. I drove over here this morning, saw you in bed, and
decided to join you," she said. Melissa had her license for three
months already. "Let's start studying."
I trudged downstairs and stepped into the shower really
quick. I threw on a pair of boxers, shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt
and made my way up stairs. When I got upstairs I noticed Melissa
had 3 suitcases with her.
"Talk about traveling lightly," I thought to myself with a
laugh.
I heard a loud, annoyed grunt come from the kitchen table.
I saw Melissa's head crouched over an open Geometry book,
crumpling up a piece of paper and throwing it on the floor.
"I'm sorry that Geometry is so damn hard. Just comes easy
for me, and not so easy for you. You know that I'd switch places
with you in a heart beat," I tried to console her. She got this
weird twinkle in her eye. I never liked her twinkles. "I'm still
dead tired. I'm grabbing a Coke."
As I reached into the fridge, Melissa just said, "Come
here. I've got a few pep pills. They've done wonders for me," she
said. She twinkled again.
I brought over two glasses of water. Melissa popped two
pills in her mouth and handed me two. As I was about to down the
pills, she reached over and gave me a nice, long French kiss.
Lots of tongue, just the way I like it. As an added erotic touch,
we traded pills between our mouths. Melissa twinkled again.
***
The radio alarm clock woke me up the following morning:
...Well TGIF Chicagoland! Looks like this weekend will end
this insane heat wave, with temps dropping back down to about 80
degrees. Chicago public pools will open this weekend, and 500,000
Chicago school children are counting the ticks on the clocks...
eight hours and counting...
I groggily reached over and switched the alarm off. I swung
my legs off the side of the bed and drearily walked down the hall
to the stairs. Something felt... off. Seems like the ceiling was
a smidgeon higher or something. I don't know. I hopped in the
shower. The warm blast slowly brought me back to full
consciousness. I soon found out that full consciousness wasn't
quite what I wanted at the moment.
I ran the bar of soap down my arms and found out they felt
much smoother. "Well, I've had dry skin since March," I thought.
"Thank God that's gone."
I reached down and washed my legs. Not only were they
smooth, but they were hairless too! "So that's what yesterday's
twinkle was," I thought.
Last time Melissa gave me a twinkle, all her friends came
over and shaved my legs. And that was the least of what they did.
But then I reached for the shampoo... and noticed the hair
sitting on my shoulder. I frantically wiped the fog off the
shower glass with my hand (I now noticed that my fingernails were
longer and painted red) and gazed in the mirror. I saw the long,
flowing blonde hair flowing from my head with the gorgeous blue
eyes (and the shocked expression). I slowly looked down this new
body of mine. Nice rack (34c), and a subtle little tuft of fine
blonde hair where my bulge used to be.
I had become Melissa.
I dried off, threw my towel around me, and ran upstairs.
There I stood, making breakfast. At least, there Melissa stood
making breakfast, in my body. She was wearing my blue gym shorts
and a white tank top. She turned over at me. I still was
speechless. She smiled and walked over to me.
"When you said you'd take my place, I jumped on the
chance," she explained. "Don't worry, we'll switch back midnight
Saturday, July 21st."
Great, the weekend of the town carnival. Everyone was
there. Shit.
"C'mon, let's get you dressed," she said. "We need to teach
each other how to be each other over the weekend." I could tell
she already had today's outfit planned out by the look in her
eye.
She opened the first suitcase and threw me some black silk
panties. I just stood there, gasping for breath. She sighed, and
came over to me.
"You put them on just like your boxers," she said with a
laugh.
I got the hint and bent down to grab the panties when I
realized I had two extra mounds of flesh in front of me. It's an
experience to see your own breasts for the first time. As I slid
the panties on, I found out that they felt nice and smooth
against my ass and my pussy. Nice and smooth. Instead of a bulge
coming from my underwear (like other times when something feels
good), I just started to get wet. That was weird.
As I was admiring Melissa's body firsthand, she clasped a
matching black silk bra around my chest. The bra pushed my
breasts up and towards each other, forming some cleavage. She
threw me a pair of shorts, which give new meaning to "shorts".
I've seen bikini bottoms with more fabric than these. If they
went down 12" it was a long way. And they fit very snugly against
my thighs.
She then put on a short little white cotton T-shirt. The
neckline plunged to show some cleavage, and the bottom was short
enough to show quite a bit of midriff.
Melissa sat me down and put on some basic makeup, just some
foundation and a little bit of lipstick. She handed me a mirror.
I sat awestruck at the face staring back at me. I was gazing into
the eyes of my girlfriend of a year. Yet they were my own. I
started to get wet again.
"Wow," I uttered. Of course, my deep robust voice was now
the soft sweet high voice of Melissa's, the one that I originally
fell in love with. Very strange.
"This is going to be one fun-filled weekend," she said with
a smile as she started rummaging through my drawers.
By Monday morning, Melissa had taught me how to sit
(especially with a skirt... quite an embarrassing episode), how
to walk, how to do everything as a 16-year-old girl. Meanwhile, I
gave her a tour of the male body: the beauty of peeing standing
up, as well as how to make her new "fleshy fun bridge" (as she
eloquently put it) work to its full potential.
By July 1st, Melissa was getting an A- in Geometry, and I
had a promotion at the pool. Melissa and I still went out
together on the weekends, just to show everyone that we were
still together, besides our secret switch.
On July 8th, I drove Melissa to the DMV to score me a
driver's license. Considering she took the tests before, she
passed them with flying colors and scored me that little piece of
plastic which gives so much freedom. Patrick Prescott was now a
legal motorist of the State of Illinois. Sweet. And Melissa was
now scoring an A in Geometry. Everyone was happy.
Except for me. I found out the pain of the monthly friend
that women have to endure. Melissa trained me on tampons, which
was not only weird having a pussy, but now one with two strings
that pulled out a bloody piece of cotton nightly. Quite strange.
The last day of summer school was Friday, July 20th.
Melissa and I spent the night at the carnival. I was starting to
get used to being a chick. I liked the fact that I turned heads
on the street, and I liked the clothes.
Melissa and I decided to celebrate her Geometry A by making
out on the playground near the playground. The 11:45 train
rumbled into the station a mile away. Neither of us noticed the
train, or the BEEP of Melissa's watch as the clock struck 12. The
last thing I remember is my beautiful blonde hair laid out on the
grass, while Melissa was unbuttoning my blouse and reaching up my
short black skirt at the same time. The blouse was unbuttoned
enough for the scarlet bra underneath to peek through.
Suddenly, I was looking up into a pair of gorgeous blue
eyes with flowing blonde hair in my face. Melissa looked at
herself in an Abercrombie & Fitch shirt and baggy cargo shorts,
while she squealed with delight at my unbuttoned blouse and
scarlet bra holding two cups of air.
We ran back to my house, luckily a block away from the
fairgrounds. I still didn't master running in heels, so Melissa
just couldn't stop laughing all the way home. I pulled her in,
making sure no one saw me in my condition. She pulled me down the
hall and threw me on my bed. Quickly, she reached in my... er,
her purse and pulled out a disposable camera we've been using all
weekend and snapped one last shot of me in a scarlet bra, half-
buttoned white blouse, black skirt, with a peek of red panties
underneath.
I felt the strangest feeling as my waist began to tingle.
As I looked down, I no longer saw the fleshy mounds I began to
get used to. Instead, I saw a black tent formed by my hard-on
underneath the skirt. The silk panties felt nice and smooth
against my hard cock; very peculiar.
Melissa cried out, "Oh Patrick, you're the most beautiful
girlfriend I ever had!" She giggled as we rolled into the night
screaming.
It felt good to be back in my old self again, but there's
nothing like being someone else for a little. I was almost
saddened to think that that'd be my last time in a chick's body.
I was sorely mistaken.
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