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Something in the Air By Rachel Ann Cooper (c) 2000 Our principal story teller-Daniel, age 16. School had just started a few weeks ago. The three of us, Al DeAngelo, Brad Conley and I (Dan Carlysle) always took every opportunity to sneak off for a scuba weekend and Labor Day was no exception. We all really liked the coral reefs in the Keys even though pollution was taking its' toll there too. We usually stayed in Marathon at a rooming house. There was one room there that had a twin and a trundle bed, perfect for the three of us. All coming from fairly well off families, it was no problem getting some extra cash, hopping in a car and zooming down there. It was only a four hour drive. It's not like we'd be taking off and leaving behind a full social schedule. You see, we were the class geeks. Always had been. We were all short, skinny and wore glasses or contacts. Our grades were our only socially redeeming feature. The only reason any of the jocks would even talk to us was because they needed our brains to get through the courses needed to stay on the teams. We each made a nice little wad of side money keeping them out of trouble. We parked at our favorite dive shack, got our tanks filled, rented a boat and donned our shortie wet suits, jumped in and headed for the reefs. They had a lot of rules to follow but we all found it so beautiful and educational, it was well worth it. The first hint that things were not exactly as usual was when we were checking our regulators before diving in. I took a heavy drag on mine and said, "Wow Al. This is great air. They must have just changed the filters or something." Al responded, "Yeah Dan. Check it out Brad. It's like it has a flavor or something." Brad did and came to the same conclusion. We all went off the side backwards with me carrying a tether to the boat, as we were not allowed to anchor in the coral. After about five minutes, I was on top of the world. I had never felt so good in my life. It was not like being drunk, nitrogen narcosis or high on drugs. Well, maybe it was. I had never been on drugs. However, had I not had a regulator stuck in my mouth, I would have been grinning from ear to ear. It was certainly close to euphoria. The dive went great and we saw a lot of neat sea life, coming up about 45 minutes later. The effects of breathing that air for almost an hour became immediately apparent as we took off our masks, looked at each other and began giggling. "What was in that air, laughing gas? Al, there is something different about you and Brad," I remarked. "I think maybe you got better looking down there. ." "Never thought I'd be giving you this kind of compliment but yeah, you too bro. I just can't put my finger on it but I feel great. We have to come back here over Thanksgiving. Agreed?" "Abso-darn-tootely." We went back and got more air and went out again, encountering the same symptoms, amplified somewhat, deciding that maybe we'd better cool it until tomorrow when we could go down again a couple more times. We were feeling just WAY too good, like rapture of the deep, you know-euphoria? And I swear Brad and Al looked even better when we came up the second time too. *I must have the bends or something* I thought silently. *What do I care how hot their bods look or how deep blue Al's eyes are!* So, we went back to the house and got cleaned up. As I was brushing my hair while blow-drying it, I noticed something. It seemed like I had more hair, longer, shinier fuller for certain. It looked nice. I liked it although arranging it was a bit of a pain. *Oh, well* I thought and let it go. The other guys looked a little different to me too but I didn't want to say anything to put them off and kept quiet. It was like I was seeing them with different eyes. I can't quite explain it but we all looked softer, less... masculine if that word ever applied to us at all. The next morning, Al woke up with a stomachache. Ostensibly it had been those clams he had for dinner last night. Anyway, rather than leave him in agony alone, we all packed up and went home cutting our trip short. He had pretty much gotten over it by evening and we went on with business as usual on Sunday. The next Monday we went to classes, did our tutoring and went home. Nothing major. It went that way all week but something was nagging at the back of my mind. One tiny tweak at a time, we were... evolving. There were tiny, almost imperceptible revisions going on with us. However, I was very perceptive. By Thursday, when we all met in the Tuck shop for tea, we all noticed the same thing. Our fingernails had grown about 3 times as fast as normal and Brad whipped out his clipper but out of my mouth popped: "Uh, I don't think I want to cut mine Brad. I think I'll wait until I get home and can file them. Cutting leaves ragged edges." He then took a good second look at his and agreed that maybe we ALL should file them instead of hacking them off so short and put the clippers away. When my Mom caught me sitting in a chair watching Oprah and filing my nails, she couldn't help but giggle. "Well, Danny, when did you decide to stop hacking them back to the quick?" "Just today Mom. The three of us just decided we might like taking a different approach so we're trying it. How do they look? Pretty nice, huh?" "Well, not bad for a beginner Danny but here, let me help you this first time. You don't want to file them straight across like that." Mom took over and showed me about which way to swing the file and how to shape and undercut and take care of my cuticles and push them back and all. It was a nice mother-son moment. It also made them look really LONG! It was a nice moment, until she began putting the French manicure paint under the tips and then coating the tops with two coats of nude. Well, I know I should have screamed and pulled away but she was so gentle and matter of fact about the whole thing I just went mellow and let her do it. And when she was done, they were absolutely beautiful and LONG and oh yeah, definitely oval and feminine. "Well Danny, doesn't that look better than those scraggly old nails you guys wear all the time?" "Oh yeah, Mom, sure. I'm just wondering what the rest of them are going to say when they see my pretty hands." "They'll probably be jealous honey. I swear your hands are pretty enough for a hand lotion commercial. In fact, here. I want you to use this lotion on them from now on and put a coat of this clear protector from the salon on every day. That way they won't break, okay?" "But Mom!!" "Don't be such a weenie Danny. You'll get to like it, I promise." "Exactly what I'm afraid of Mom. I tutor football players you know." "That's their problem Danny. When that dries in a minute, you can run over and see how your friends are doing." Boy, did I EVER. I mean, with nails this long I couldn't even USE my hands the same way as before. Now I had French TALONS. I ran over to Brad's, wondering what he had done considering he was the one who whipped out the clippers. *WOW!* I thought when I saw him. Instead of his Mom, his older sister had gotten a hold of him in mid-filing and taken charge. He was all done, sitting there in the TV room, sipping a diet coke and reading one of those wild romance novels of his sister's, which he tried to hide as I came into the room. "Oh, hi Dan. I was uh... just reading." "So I see. A western." He had his hands behind his back. "The heroine anyone I'd know?" "I don't think so Danny." "Well? What did you do with them," I asked? Very timidly, he held them out for my inspection. Well, at least they didn't have French tips like mine but they surely were long and rounded and shiny and feminine just like mine. "They're very pretty Brad. Who did them?" "Jeannie. She will do anything to clean up my geek image even if it means THIS! And I just know if I try to cut them now she will absolutely beat me into a pulp." "So the pretty nails stay?" "I guess so." "Well, it could have been worse. She could have decided to paint them red or style that mop of yours with ringlets." "Don't go there Dan. She's already threatened that little job for next time she's at odds for something to do." "Oh wow!" We then called Al. It seems he suffered a fate even worse than ours. His Mom wanted to give him a pedicure as well and he ended up with similar girlish nails and medium pink frost toes as well with an admonishment to leave things alone or ELSE. We decided that we needed to get together over a soda so after dinner, we went to the local sundae shop. May have been a slight mistake. We tried to keep our hands in our pockets but finally, we just used them and a couple of the girls we saw actually made nice comments. The problem was, of course, that you could only use your hands one way when you have claws like a girl. You use them like a girl. But, for some reason, this digital emoting came easily to us. We soon were carrying on like we had always run around with beautiful talons at the end of our fingers. Now, under the guiding eyes of OUR tutors, we had to take care of our claws with filing and successive coatings. By the 3rd week, we had gotten used to it and it became part of our 'thing' along with all this darned hair we seemed to be growing like dandelions. Just to get it out of our way when we were sleeping, we all began putting it up at our crown either in a bun or a ponytail. What wasn't part of our thing was that our mothers had put their heads together, decided that their scraggly, long haired hippie geek sons were going to change their ways and the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving when we all had no classes, we were all 'treated' to a 'special' at the local salon. Three geeks and their moms all went in and had the 'SPECIAL', which in this case was: a wash and trim and or set/a manicure and with the manicure came a free brow waxing and a pedicure. It was a big shop and they had us all in chairs at the same time. They had been told what to do by our moms. It was 'special' all right! That waxing really hurt even with the deadening stuff but we had to admit our bushy eyebrows never looked better. Then they rubbed in some cream called Talo. While they had our heads in the basins, hair in rollers and whatnot, we couldn't see what they were doing with our hands. We assumed just more of the same. Well, thank heavens they didn't put on colored polish because now we all had acrylic French tips with acrylic overlays that stuck out about 1/2" beyond our fingers. Clear or not, there they were, shiny and beautiful. And our hair. Gawd! Brad's had been colored into a deep auburn and cut into a Dutch boy or a pageboy or something that was really swingy. There was a really cute girl with that style in one of the magazines but Brad sure didn't look that cute in that style. I'm sure it will be very easy to take care of but with bangs and those eyebrows and the nails? He was cute the way they shaved his neck and all. All he needed was tits and makeup though and I guess he could have been downright foxy. I was stunned as he was the first one finished. The change was remarkable. I saw him looking at himself in the mirror and noticed the lump in his shorts growing. I really didn't blame him. He looked hot but he didn't look much like a 'Brad'. Maybe a 'Brandi'? Al and I ended up with long, layered cuts, his parted on the right side and me with BANGS like Brad but with no part and with extra body on top. I was humiliated. All our mothers would say was, "Now, you boys will have to learn to take care of yourselves because we are sick and tired of seeing you looking like refugees. Is that clear? It's about time you took some pride in your appearances and if this is what it takes, so be it." A universal, "Yes, mother" followed. We then went from the salon to the local discount store where hair and nail care products were purchased for US and they also got us tweezers to keep our eyebrows nice too. I couldn't believe it. Here, we had been going along so nicely looking like bums in sloppy jeans and T-shirts with nobody paying us a mind and now EVERYONE would be looking at us wondering 'what is it?' Well, with some prodding and coaching, we got the hang of taking care of hair too, not that we wanted to but we did get some nice comments on it, again from girls at school. I found I really liked that Hairdini thing but a braid down the middle of my back? What none of us liked was having to put it up in rollers and sometimes having to sleep in them. However, we had to admit the results were worth it. It was time for our next sojourn into the deep and we couldn't wait to get there. We arrived at the house, left our clothes and with wet suits already on, set out for the dive shop for air. Now, usually we would have changed on the beach but we were all now a little self-conscious about, well, certain things. It was bad enough sharing that knowledge with each other let alone strangers on the beach. You see, it wasn't only our hair and nails that had grown pretty. Because of our mutual problem, we decided that we would all have to get different styled dive suits. The ones we had were squishing us terribly in certain places. After spending a couple hours with the fishes, our second tanks having expired, we decided to go back and get cleaned up. Cleaned up now meant a little more than it used to the beginning of September. Brad was the lucky one with the chin length pageboy. It dried quickly and hung just right, framing his small face beautifully. We had all been taking so much more time with our grooming with the hair and nails lately. Al's and my hair was taking a little longer since we had to put it up in rollers for a while to keep the styles looking good. I couldn't explain it but I had put my scruffy days behind me and wanted to look nice, reach my full potential as it were, whatever that was. I recalled wondering what had gotten into me lately. As I pulled on a tank top over mid thigh shorts with deck shoes, I mused on just how far this clean up would go for all of us. Brad and Al were positively primping. I figured any second one of them was going to whip out an eyeliner or mascara. And Brad never did take off the pink polish his mom had put on him. In fact, he had bought some in a raspberry color he liked and put it on himself. Not only that but he wore his lightweight; two strap unisex sandals so his toes would show. At least, I THINK they were his. Those straps seemed awfully delicate. What was he up to? Sexy hands, sexy feet? What next? We went out and roamed around town and found ourselves window shopping in places we never would have imagined we would look. I mean, I never looked into a women's wear window in my life before today but we surely did. We stopped. We stared. And we made some of the oddest comments to each other; call it 'discoveries' for want of a better word. If I didn't know these guys better... I'd wonder if they were really guys. Since I wasn't attracted to guys, I put away what I'd been thinking. I guess it's not important. And at the shoe store, we always only looked in the right side window but this time, we looked in both, mostly the left, the women's side. Not only that, we had opinions! We pointed. We made comments about cut and color and heel height and style. We had opinions about everything we looked at that day. I never knew I HAD an opinion about women's clothes or footwear. We also kidded Brad about how his painted feet would look in a specific pair of high-heeled sandals. His retort? "Yeah, they're cute. Maybe you're right." We headed off for dinner around six but instead of the usual fast food, we went to one of the seafood houses for a sit down meal where we gossiped like a bunch of hens. Remember, think 'pretty hands'. It was SO odd. I just HAD to say something. "Hey you guys. Have you listened to yourselves during dinner? Or, for that matter, the amount of time it's taking, the tiny bites we're taking, your all too good table manners or the way we're using our hands?" "Well, yeah. So? Got something against self expression and good manners all of a sudden Dannie?" "Oh, no Brad. Not at all. Your hair and nails and all are... lovely Brad! I'll get over it... probably. It's just, I've never heard us so talkative and about clothes and shoes, of all things. More importantly, about girls clothes and shoes. Like, I never knew any of us gave a flip." "It could just be that we're developing some taste for a change, Dani." said Al. "Heaven knows our Moms have been ON us long enough about it!" "It's certainly an interesting taste then comrades. That sun dress in Schraders was really cute." As we got ready for bed that night, having to share 2 queen sized beds as the other room wasn't available, I couldn't help notice Al's body. Something was subtly different. The entire picture of both of them was different, like there seemed to be more of this or less of that and the hair and nails just confused the situation more. I think their eyelashes had even gotten longer and with the tweezed brows... well! I just couldn't figure it out. We slipped into the new lightweight nylon pajamas we bought from that nice lady while we were window shopping at Gayle's Fashions, got into bed and put the lights out. That was another thing. As I was drifting off, I relived that incident. We had stopped in front of this small specialty shop. There was obviously only one woman on duty and the window was filled with well, a lot of soft, pretty things including nightwear. She invited us in when she saw us there gawking. We became less inhibited rather quickly. She was very friendly. Indeed, we were sounding like three girls shopping and the lady was treating us like that too. Brad bought a TOE ring. We bought some pretty pajamas, lightweight tricot nylon and matching panties which, after putting our hair up, we slept in that night. Panties. I could not believe what was going on in my head. It all felt-delicious and I was sorry I hadn't gotten that mist green nightie she showed me! In the morning, we went home. The trip was uneventful except for somewhat more animated conversation than I was used to from these guys, especially all the giggling and the talk about clothes and hair. Since all I could do was drive and listen, what I heard was not my buddies. Their voices had slipped a cog... Upwards, I was sure. Of course, we had to re-do our nails before we left since they had been in salt water so long. What we wore home was our shorts, tank tops and panties with hair swinging at our crowns in scrunchies. I was SURE we had all developed a bit of, how shall I put this, pre-teen fat? I'm trying not to put too much of a label on it for fear it might sense my comment and decided to multiply! The time between Labor Day and Thanksgiving passed with the ever present classes and homework. I was glad we were all living at home because I think we would have been a little out of place in a dorm. The strangest part of the time was when we had a sleepover at my house. I mean, since when do guys have pajama parties? And what snazzy pajamas! All three of us seemed to be evolving in less subtle ways during the ensuing weeks. We had also been back to the salon for fills on our nails, which were now even longer. We were ALL painting our toes now. Brad seemed more slender but with more hips, his hair longer and his pecs heavier. Al and I no longer had any trace of flab around our middles but our pecs and butts seemed to be on the increase too and all three of us were getting a tiny bit of a tummy below our flat stomachs. Our muscle tone, if in fact we had any left, had evolved into one smooth undefined mass. Apparently, our taste in nightwear had also changed. I knew a kid in high school who always preferred nightshirts to pajamas and when I questioned him, he explained how much more freedom he had in them. The Saturday before the sleepover, we had all been shopping at the mall and discussed that at great length. We had all succumbed to the idea of a nightshirt during the discussion of the coming party but there were none to be found. Our lightweight pajamas were nice but we wanted something nicer. Sexier? Something more titillating? Determined to have our way despite a spate of butterflies, we all opted for the next best thing, namely, a nylon nightie which we found a great assortment of at a national chain lingerie store in all sorts of wonderful styles, fabrics and colors. This was just the thing then. I found one in orchid although it had a little more lace than I would have liked. Brad found a pink one trimmed with pink ribbons and white lace and Al liked a light green one with spaghetti straps, which did show off his soft, narrow shoulders and his budding chest. I didn't remember Brad as having such nice, smooth shoulders. They were all waltz length except Al's. His was ankle length. Not exactly the kind of fare we started out to buy, or so we thought. When it came time to put them on for bed, we were a little amazed at how we looked. We were in nightdresses. DRESSES!!! And we didn't look that bad considering the hair, nails and eyebrows. Al just couldn't contain himself saying with great animation, "Dani honey, that Grecian gown looks really great on you. Darn, you are getting really cute. Wow! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you bro." "Lots of girls have told me I'm cute Al. Don't make a federal case of it. Let's just play some gin, okay?" I tried to ignore what he said, especially the 'honey' and how I felt about it but I couldn't. It felt like a compliment and I liked it. And I knew what he meant when he said cute too. He meant 'girl' cute. Oh, my! And I didn't even care that he called me 'honey'. We looked... softer. And our pecs rather stood out, almost like breasts in the cups. No, not almost, REALLY like breasts-conical. They were now all fat, feminine FAT, pointed, ergo, breasts and with large, dark nipples too. We universally hated our hairy bodies all at once and so at the end of our evening after some cards ended in giggle fits in the bathroom as we got rid of all that hair that made our gowns look strange. When we finished, we looked each other over and agreed. "Much better." The only body hair left was a little patch of pubic hair. Our panties hid that. Then we brushed each other out and did our own nails. I said, "You know, Paulie was really right. I think I'm going to like a gown much better than pajamas. It's so light and feels really neat against my legs now. And body hair is so GROSS. I'm never going to let THAT grow out again. You're getting rather lumpy, the both of you. Better watch what you eat from now on." "Go look at yourself before you throw stones Dani," replied Al. I swiveled over to the mirror and did. Must have been the influence of the gown. I swished. My butt seemed to have a mind of it's own. He was right. I filled my Grecian styled gown a little better than I would have imagined and certainly more than I would have wanted to back in August. "Huh, imagine that," I replied. "Maybe I am kind of cute after all." Those were NOT muscles in that bodice with their dark nipples at attention. They were my BREASTS and I liked them. I just knew we were going to become close friends. We had our Thanksgiving dinners with our families and headed for the Keys. Our mothers were quite pleased that we were keeping our hair and nails so nice. They never said a word about our running around in curlers or having to go to the salon for a wash and set. Of course they never saw us in our new nightwear and a good thing too although we packed it. Funny they never said anything about the various satin panties in the wash either. How odd! And we jiggled. We all really should have been wearing bras, but none of us had the nerve. When we arrived, we only had time for one dive so we got right to it, going to the same dive shop for air. It tasted just the same as last time and we fell overboard to our dive after about a 15 minute run to the site. We were elated to be in the coral again. I've never seen the guys so animated before. We were all having a wonderful time until we ran out of air. Still, we were full of fun and giggles when we were taking off our gear. We went in and had our tanks filled up so we could get an early start tomorrow. The lady who filled our tanks looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her. She may have been related to the former owner. Then we headed back to the rooming house to get out of our wetsuits and rinse our hair so we could cruise. The appearance of myself and my friends was definitely changing. It was more noticeable now. I didn't know how aware they were but I certainly was. I was getting round and 'fluffy' in places only girls are fluffy and so were they. Our pecs were held in by our wet suits but without them, they looked more and more like breasts with their larger, darker areola. Milk factories on the move. No wonder my gown was looking so much cuter on me at home. And no wonder our wet suits were not fitting properly. We needed the ones with a dart on each side of the chest. And what did we want to do when we got dressed? Did we want to cruise for girls? Did we want to go to an action movie? Oh no! We wanted to SHOP and stop for tea. I could never stand to go shopping before. And what did we all do? We painted our toenails and wore sandals. We were driving my convertible and we all had our hair tied high with scrunchies. We parked at the little mall and went in. I must tell you. I had a certain premonition about this trip. Something unusual was going to happen. I just knew it. Didn't have long to wait either. We stopped in front of a window and pointed to this and that. We entered the shop. The saleslady said, in all apparent seriousness, "Hello girls. How can we help you today?" Now, right from the outset, we were a bit shocked. We'd never been actually called 'girls' before by a shopkeeper even though it was obvious that we displayed many of the telltale signs of womanhood. Neither had we ever taken an interest in anything so blatantly feminine but it felt incredibly natural. We'd also never been calmer as Brad said, "We'd like to see some pretty lingerie please." He sounded so... girlish... and so sincere. The lady, whose name was Andrea, set about her task of satisfying her customers and to my amazed eyes, we ALL ended up walking out of there wearing well fitting bras and satin panties and carrying bags with more of the same and other goodies like teddies and thigh high hose. In fact, we wore a pair of hose out of the store with our deck shoes. We had... cleavage showing in the low cut blouses we had bought there. We also picked out several rings and wore them. When we got back out into the main aisle I asked Brad, "What in the WORLD did we just DO in there Brad?" "I'm sorry dude. I think I'm beginning to get off on this Girly stuff. Something just snapped when she said 'girls' and wow, look at us! Don't you just love it? You're cute! We're cute! We're BABES!" "Not YET we're not, but I have a feeling that we're GOING to be very SOON. What in the world are we DOING guys? I never knew we collectively had a girlish bone in our bodies, bodies I might add that are taking on a whole new flavor." Al came back with, "it appears we like nighties and shaving our legs more than we planned . And frankly girls, if I'm going to be lumpy and with cleavage, I'd like some prettier things to cover my lumps. Now, all in favor, follow me." And off (s)he went for the nearest dress shop. Brad and I stood there, mouths open, stunned. Then we ran to catch up. And not like boys did we run, oh no! Hip swaying girl trot was how. The next shop found us unabashedly combing through the racks of skirts and blouses and dresses, taking stack after stack to the try on rooms and ogling ourselves and each other both helpfully and competitively. We left with slips, a couple skirts and blouses and short shorts each and head scarves. And we were WEARING the skirts and blouses. Our sandals just did not cut it with skirts as far as we were concerned, so we had to go to a shoe store at once. We all purchased a couple pairs of flats and mid heels but we ogled the high heels in the window like a bunch of pre-teens who couldn't wait to grow up so they could dress like mommy. We wore the flats. We were exhausted and went back to our favorite seafood place for dinner where we were treated like... what else... ladies. It was so neat... and strange. Our voices, they were suddenly so liltingly soft. Where had our bravado gone not to mention the baritone and tenor? It became bravada and alto. On the way back to the motel we were talking a mile a minute with a lot of giggling intermingled. We put the top down, put on our headscarves and cruised home. Some boys tried to pick us up. Imagine the nerve. Dummies didn't know we weren't really girls. We didn't sound like girls, did we? Yes, I suppose we did! Our voices were just TOO high to be boys any longer. As we bathed that night, we all got rid of the last vestiges of manly hair under our arms and we cleaned up each other's neck hair. None of us seemed to have much body hair lately. No one seemed embarrassed to be seen in her new shell either. In fact, none of us had shaved our faces since we got there. There were some very genuine butts and bosoms in panties and bras in that room with very tiny bulges in front. It was Al and I in the one bed that night and Brad was alone. When I woke in the morning, Al was spooning me. He had his right arm under my right arm and his right hand was gently around my right breast. I didn't know what to do but my nipples did. They came to attention. Neither did I know how I felt about that so I gently moved his hand but as I did, he woke up with is nose snuggled in my hair mumbling, "Morning honey." I finally determined that all this wasn't that bad but just then Brad was standing at the foot of the bed saying, "Well, don't you girls just look darling, Alecia and Danielle. Comfy are we?" She added a flip of her now longer hair and a jaundiced eye for effect. I didn't know how to respond to that. I'd been caught spooning with my friend and had just been re-christened with; let's face it, a fitting, girlish name, Al too. And then I realized that I had just mentally referred to Brad as "she." So I said to Alecia, "What do we do Alecia, beat her up now or let her get away with it?" "I'm too tired to beat her up Dani. Let's just give up and go diving, okay?" "Alright, but will you unhand my breast so I can get out of bed?" "Oops! Sorry. Sure hon, don't know how that happened." "You were asleep. No offense. Besides, I liked it. ." So, we fixed our hair into high ponytails as we did not wear hoods, got into our wet suits and wet shoes and headed for the park. We already had our wonderful air so we got a boat, went out, found a spot and dived in. After we ran out of air, we went back in and got some more for a second dive, knowing our stomachs were crying for food. At the dive shop, the owner greeted us with, "Hi ladies. Back for more air? Great air, isn't it? Got a whole new system since you were down last spring." "Uh, yes er... Bobbi is it? It's really great stuff. That IS you, isn't it Bob? We love it but it seems to have some side effects or something. In fact..." "Yes, I know all about the air girls. I'm a diver too you know and I've been using it for six months at least once a week. Just look at me. In fact, you may as well get used to calling me Bobbi with an I because Robert has gone fishin' and isn't coming back I'm afraid. And you may want to reconsider your wetsuit styles. I think you're going to need women's suits or you're going to choke your boobs." "Yes, you'd better show us some new ones Bobbi, please." And so, while we were in the process of looking and trying on better fitting wet suits: "So, what's causing this Bobbi?" "We've had the EPA and OSHA down here and even they can't figure it out. We're locked into the outfit that made the system but we have changed all the filters not once but twice. Nothing seems to help but they are still letting us operate and re coop our investment." "Don't you think it would have been nice to warn us first? We seem to be in some kind of sex change-time-continuum or something." "Well, you know, that's the way I felt originally and then the guys who bought the air just seemed so happy with themselves and their new personalities that I just let go of it and so far, nobody has sued me. I know you feel wonderful and my clientele certainly is the prettiest in the area, yourselves included I might add. And with the girls, it just seems to make them more girlish and accepting of what's happening to their guys. It's a win/win situation. I haven't lost any customers but then again, not many guys dive from here anymore because pretty soon, they aren't guys anymore." "Is it going to get worse?" "By worse, you mean 'complete?'" "Yes, exactly." "Come on back into my living room for a minute. You deserve to know. You've been coming here for years." Now, Bobbi's general build on her now 5'5" frame was obvious but then she pulled down her bikini bottom and that was worth a thousand words. "OH, MY GAWD BOBBI. YOU'RE REALLY A WOMAN!! And a real red head. " "Does that answer the question ladies?" "Our parents are going to have a hemorrhage," said Alecia. "How soon..." "I have no idea. Soon though. It only took me six or eight dives. The final stage happened while we were sleeping." "Maybe your parents won't go into orbit though Al." "Alecia." "Right." "I'm giving out these little disposable oxygen bottles for emergencies like that. They're good for about 5 minutes each. Apparently the company is aware of the effects of their air pumps and all you need to do is offer a few gulps of this, whatever it is, to anyone that starts hyperventilating and they mellow right out. It's amazing. Of course, it's not oxygen and I don't believe it is this same air either. At any rate, I tried it on my wife and she's still with me. Here, take a half dozen to be safe. I get them free and I've got cases of them. You can have more if you need them." "Well girls. Let's get some more super air and get back down there. No turning back now eh? I really like the way this new suit fits. Thanks Bobbi." We emerged from our sixth exposure to this wonderful air knowing we were more aware of sight, sound and color. And color was on our minds as we put on our blouses and short shorts with our flats back at the motel and headed back downtown. This time we headed to the local salon where they made us appreciate our newfound femininity. We got complete makeovers replete with perms and new acrylic nails and we all got our ears pierced-twice. We didn't realize that would cut our diving trip short, as we couldn't go back into the sea with wounded ears so we went home after acquiring a few more things at the local stores and a few more accessories at Bobbi's dive shop. Just a few more things were all we got; a blouse, skirt, dresses and several pairs of high heels to go with the dresses. I got some highlights. Bradley got re-christened Leigh at her own request. Our boy voices-gone. Totally girl now. That air washing over our vocal chords took care of that nicely. Adam's apples- gone. Our bosoms-blossomed along with out butts. Our faces- softened almost beyond recognition. Only those who knew us really well would recognize us now at all so of course as soon as we got out of the salon, guys started hitting on us. That was kind of fun-and worrisome. Was I digging GUYS now? Maybe! If I was going to end up a female, why NOT? And what was going on in our panties? On the one hand, not much, and on the other... Well, I don't want to even go there. Let's just say that we could now wear the most revealing skintight shorts or jeans and not reveal a thing, okay? We were squirming in our seats all the way home. We had twitches and itches we didn't even want to think about. It wasn't waiting for our sleep. It was happening now... in the car! This was going to be SOME homecoming. And how were we going to get back into classes as Alecia, Dani and Leigh? We certainly had more questions than answers. We tried hard to figure it out on the way home. Four hours wasn't really long enough to fine tune everything. We only got the rudiments covered and we NEVER stopped talking. First, we attacked the problem of what we were wearing. We were, for this mission, over the top. We were in full makeup, dangle earrings with studs, had painted toes and long red fingernails, and had major hooters going on along with tiny waists and bubble butts. We were all somewhat smaller in stature and our voices had changed permanently. So, what could we do? Our own families would not recognize us. We were FEMALES. "I have it Dani," said Leigh. "Let's just try toning it down to a dull roar. We'll get rid of all the color, pick up some sports bras and T-shirts to cover our boobs, put our old boy shorts on and wear our deck shoes. That will cover our toes. We'll look almost normal." "Great idea Leigh. Except we don't sound the same and certainly don't LOOK the same no matter what we wear. We resemble our families but we don't look anything like we DID. How you going to keep those size 9s on now that you wear a 7? How we gonna hide these hooters or claws or hair or the fact that you now look more like your sister THAN your sister? Still, I think she has a plan and that's about the best we are going to come up with. Let's pull into Punta Gorda and re-do ourselves down several notches for the initial meeting. Then as the questions come, if anyone needs 'oxygen', we can mellow them out, okay?" "Sounds like a plan Dani." So we stopped and made a few adjustments. We were no longer major babes but merely extra cute girlish boys with scrubbed faces coming back from a scuba trip. Alright, very cute girls with no makeup coming home from a scuba trip. Our little weenies had disappeared between sensuous folds of moist skin. We didn't actually have vaginas... yet! "I can't wait for the shit to hit the fan," exclaimed Alecia. Leigh was the tallest of us, now reduced to 5'7" from a strapping 6 foot. She went straight to her room missing her parents entirely. Her sister Helene spotted her and challenged who she was and why she was there in their home. Leigh trotted out her I.D. and explained the fantastic tail to her, hoping that she, being young and supple minded might grasp this. Instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs, whereupon Leigh quickly administered "first aid" by giving her several jolts of mellow juice. Low and behold, Helene became calm and Leigh was able to win her over to the fact that she had a new sister now. They could now take the team approach to explain it to Mom and Daddy. The next thing Helene said was, "If what you say is true, how about taking our pain in the ass little brother scuba diving next time you go. That would sure be fun. We could all go together. You know he's been wanting to for ages. He's only 12. He'd never know what hit him. You know what a complete little shit he is!" "Perfect timing sis. By the time he's 13, he'll be really sweet and nice to be around for a change. Okay. We'll invite him. His puberty is going to be a HOOT!" "Okay, but only if Mom and Daddy say it's okay." At dinner time, Helene and Leigh went downstairs and plopped down in front of the TV in the living room, reasoning that they didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt in the family room with the tile floor. Leigh's Mom didn't have a clue who she was and when Helene told her, she predictably fainted dead away. The girls caught her, put her on the couch and administered "first aid" from the canister, a good dozen breath fulls while she came around to consciousness. Upon awaking she said, "Well girls, you must admit this was quite a surprise. Leigh, you are beautiful. Come here honey. Give me a hug. I never realized you could be so pretty." Situation normalized. Apparently, the gas didn't take away memories but just provided a calm acceptance. Now for Dad. He came home a few minutes later, hung up his coat in the hall closet by the door and walked into the living room. Mr. Kaplan was about 40, balding, a little over weight at 5'10" and he now towered over everyone in the room. Noticing he had company he began to speak, whereupon his wife asked him to sit down. He did. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me to our guest Pauline?" "Of course I am dear. This lovely girl is Leigh, your former son." Now, I don't want to get into the whole ethnic thing about how Jewish men value their male children but Mr. Kaplan exploded, turning red in the face and having so many words trying to get out, he could utter none of them. He looked like he was going to have a coronary right then and there with the blood vessels straining at his neck and forehead. His carotid artery began to bulge. He did indeed begin hyperventilating. Helene rushed over, grabbed the canister and told him, "Here Daddy, take some of this oxygen. It will make you feel better." She held it to his face and he took it from her willingly, holding it there himself and breathing for a good two minutes. The results were nothing short of amazing. "Well, what do we call you now dear? Now I have two beautiful daughters. This is wonderful, isn't it mother?" Just then, Jason came home from little league and threw his glove in the corner. Upon seeing Leigh he said, "Wow, who's the new babe Helene?" "Have a little respect you little twit," she replied. Helene, very casually walked over to him with the canister behind her back and said, "this is your new sister Leigh honey." His cries of "But I've only got a brother called Brad." were almost totally muffled by the mask over his face as he took in large forced gulps of special air-or gas or whatever it was. She was much stronger than he and held it to his face until he quit squirming a lot of breaths later. "Golly Leigh," he said. "You're a stone fox. How'd you get so beautiful?" Leigh replied, "Would you really like to know Jason? It is an interesting story." "Yes, I really want to know the whole story." "Well, to fully understand it then you have to come scuba diving with us a few times so we'll have time to tell you the all about it, okay? It takes a while in the telling. For now, just accept it as fact that Leigh is your sister and she's going to break a lot of hearts," said Helene. "You don't have a brother any more." "Yeah. I really want to HEAR this one. It ought to be a pip! How my nerd brother became a gorgeous babe. That I DO want to hear ALL about. Sure I'll come if that's the price of getting the story. Besides, I've been trying to get you guys to take me down there forever." "Okay little brother. We'll be down there for a whole week after Christmas and you are invited to come. We should be able to get in at least a dozen dives. That should do it for you." "Great. I can't wait to tell the guys." "Whoa little brother," said Mom. You are NOT going to spread this all through your group of wild friends until you know what you are talking about, so just forget it. If ONE word of this gets out before you all get back from that trip and we hear it was you, you're grounded for a month. Make that TWO months with no TV, no bike and no games." "Aw, Mom. It's a great story." "Maybe so but it's family so leave it be for now." "Oh, all right!" "This should be interesting," remarked Helene in a whisper. "Well, you'll get what you want won't you? No more nasty little brother and she'll have a normal puberty." Meanwhile at Dani's: When Dani got home in her baggy T-shirt, shorts and patent sandals, her mother just told her to go get cleaned up. "You look like a shambles. Go take a soak and wash that hair honey." "Yes, ma'am." Well, Dani did take a soak in some scented oils, styled her hair, put on her makeup to the 9s, then donned her revealing short shorts over satin panties and made the most of that most excellent butt. Then she put her 34C boobs in a proper underwired sling under an attractive shell and stepped into her new mid heeled wedge sandals, exposing her cranberry toes and great legs. Then she bopped into the living room with a canister playfully tucked behind her back. "Hi Mom. I'm back. Better?" "Daniel Cranston Weaver, what have you DONE to yourself. You look like a GIRL for pities sake, and a very pretty one." "Mom, please remain calm. I AM a girl now and I can explain everything if you'll let me." Just then she was about to go into a tirade and Dani saw it coming in time to grab her behind the neck with one hand and put the mask over her mouth with the other. "Just breath easy Mom. You'll be okay. I'm fine too. Just keep breathing slowly. That's it. Now (taking it away) do you feel any better?" "Oh, my goodness, what is in that canister Dani? It's wonderful. May I have a few more breaths?" "Sure Mom. I have another one for Daddy." Well, needless to say, all our experiences were similar and we did indeed make an excursion for a week in the Keys. When my 12 year old brother began the week, he was a normal kid and still a pain in the ass. He was persistent in trying to forcibly drag the entire story out of us about how we became girls but we just as persistently avoided telling him the entire story OR the whole truth nor did we ever mention the scuba shop air. We just played around the edges of the story with casual innuendo and pseudo facts to whet his appetite. We could see a slight shift in his mindset begin to form around the third dive. He was becoming a tolerable kid to be around. By the time the sixth dive was over however, he was joining in our shopping trips with a little more interest. Apparently time had nothing to do with the transition. It had to be about the volume of this strange air that passed through your lungs and every capillary of your body. Since his body mass was less, the air didn't have to work as hard or as long. Jason didn't really see it coming but we all noticed how he was beginning to get rounder, not to mention sweeter and a bit swishy. Beginning that day, we insisted that he stay with his older sister, Helene as he was getting very girly and she could guide him better than we. I took pity on him and bought him some new shorts because his were getting so tight. And he was getting a little jiggly in the chest too. One more day and he should be in a training bra. His thighs were filling in and he was now devoid of any muscular definition. His face, once rather cherubic was now becoming cute in a sweet, girlish way. However, since the only time he looked in a mirror was to comb his hair, none of this had hit him with full force yet. He thought he was acting perfectly normal, which was true if you factor in his new disposition. Finally, after the tenth dive on the fifth day, we came up to the surface and when we got out of the water, it was obvious that Jason was a goner. His hair, long before now, was longer still and now reached his shoulder blades. His bottom and bosom had become quite obvious even under the boyish wet suit and his movements quite girlish. He now walked like a girl, emoted like a girl and was turning out to be very cute and sweetly dispositioned which was the hoped for result. When we took off our shortie wet suits, he finally discovered the entirety of his new body and screamed. There was now only the tiniest lump in his trunks and he really needed a girl's swimsuit. His large, brown areola and nipples were indecently hard, exposed and pubescently conical. "Well," said Helene to Jason, "now you know how you got a new sister don't you? I'm sure you'll want to spread the whole story all over town just as soon as we get home, won't you? Take an ad out in the paper why don't you? We'd better get you to a store in a hurry and get you some appropriate clothing, don't you think little sister? What shall we call you now?" "I really think the first place I need to go is a bathroom," she squeaked. "I'll go with her," said Helene. My brother didn't skip a beat at being called 'her'. When in the girl's room, our new sister took down her wetsuit and saw the damage to her chest with it's budding A cup breasts. Then she pulled down her suit all the way, revealing her boy's Speedo. Once in the stall, that came down and a shriek could be heard outside the bathhouse. "Helene, it's GONE. I'm a girl." "Yes honey, we know. We're sorry but you just had to find out the hard way, didn't you? Now, about a new name..." "I like Marianne." "You didn't have to think about that for long." "If you want the truth, I've been thinking about it since yesterday. I've been feeling awfully... Am I cute? Will boys like me Helene?" "You are major cute honey and they're going to be all over you by your next birthday." "I think I need to do some serious shopping sis. These dumb clothes are never going to make it. I want some pretty things." "We thought you might say that. The other girls are waiting. Let's go." And that is the story of how a real pain in the ass became a major teen fox. So, be careful of the air you breathe. Personally, I'm N.A.U.I. certified and can take you to Bobbi's dive shop if you'd like. I live in Florida on an island off the west coast and that's the truth. :o) The End