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MAU: Like Father, Like Son (Almost) Synopsis: A son sees his father using an MAU and decides it can help him get closer to a girl he wants to date. Things just don't quite turn out like he planned. (This story is a sequel to MAU: Role Reversal, but hopefully, it will stand on its own.) [email protected] ********************************************************************** MAU: Like Father, Like Son (Almost) Travis Hollings sat on the back steps stewing. Here he was, a senior in high school, nearing graduation, reasonably attractive, and a starting tight end on the varsity football team. He was a decent student, mostly Bs and As, and active in the drama club. By any measure, he was a successful student. But Travis wanted to be successful in one particular way in which he was failing. Travis had a huge thing for Anne Lewis, one of the cheerleaders and a very popular girl. Anne, thought, didn't even know that Travis existed. And that frustrated Travis beyond anything else. Travis wasn't without the possibility of female companionship. Suzy and Beth, two of his younger sister Deanna's friends, both had huge crushes on him. They were also kind of cute; of the two, Suzy was clearly the better choice, since she was well along the journey to full womanhood. But Beth was quite cute, too. The problem was that they were both sophomores, and as a senior, Travis felt they were beneath him. Anne was a junior, and not really that much older than Beth, but she _was_ a junior - as if that extra year made all the difference in the world. "Hey, Trav," an all-too-familiar voice called to him. He glanced up at Deanna. "What's new?" Travis shook his head. "Not much." Deanna dropped her book bag and flopped happily down beside her brother. "Still pining for Anne?" she teased. Travis glared at his little sister. "None of your damn business!" He propped his elbows on his knees and cradled his head in his hands. "Just leave me...." He stopped abruptly and looked at his sister. "What the hell?" His jaw dropped open as he stared. Deanna tried to look innocent. "What?" "You. You're...." Travis' eyes were bulging as he stared at his sister's body. Deanna couldn't contain herself any longer. She arched her back, proudly thrusting her breasts out. "You like them?" she asked proudly. "Every guy who's seen them thinks they're great!" She could barely contain her enthusiasm. "But..." Travis stuttered, "but you were...." Deanna was gazing admiringly down at her curvy bosom. "Flat?" She laughed as she continued to turn and flex, admiring the way her large breasts moved with her. "Yeah, I guess I was. But not any more!" Travis frowned. "But.... Yesterday...." He was clearly confused. "How?" Deanna grinned. "You remember last weekend, when mom and dad went up to the cabin?" Travis nodded, still confused. "Well, dad found something really cool," she whispered. "It's down in his workshop." "What does that have to do with...?" Deanna giggled. "You know how mom and dad have been kind of...noisy the last couple of days." Travis blushed. He'd noticed, but like most teenagers, the thought of parents having sex was too weird to think about, much less talk about. "So?" he demanded. Deanna was triumphant. "The thing is some kind of transformer. It changes people." She flexed her back, reemphasizing her bustline. "Like this!" Travis frowned. "That's impossible!" Deanna smiled. "Oh, really? Then how do you explain these?" She bent a little closer to her brother. "Or some of the things mom and dad have done?" Travis' mouth flapped a few times as he considered this. Then he shut up and stared at the sidewalk for a few seconds. Finally, he turned to his little sister. "Okay, squirt, so how does this help me with Anne?" Deanna's smile broadened. "Well, you want to know what she likes and stuff? You want to know where she hangs out? You want to know how to approach her?" She dangled the carrot out to Travis, knowing full well that he wasn't going to be able to resist her bait. "Sure," he muttered, not knowing where she was going. "If I knew that, I'd be able to approach her." ********** Travis stared for several seconds at the strange box, illuminated by the bare bulbs of the basement workshop. It was gray, mostly plain, and about the size of a telephone booth. "So what the hell is it?" Deanna smiled. "Some kind of alien contraption, I think. Look, these are the controls." She touched a reddish plate that vaguely resembled a dinosaur footprint. Instantly, a black panel above the red plate sprang to life, beginning to show a figure. "See?" Travis frowned as he examined the device. "You're kidding, right?" Deanna shook her head, then flexed her back again, emphasizing her new double-D cups. "Nope." The swirl of thoughts going through Travis' head were almost visible as he contemplated what his sister had shown him. "Okay, so you've got some kind of plan, right?" Deanna gave her older brother a smug little smile. "Yeah, I've got a plan." She turned back to the display. For several moments, she concentrated on the red plate and the display. When she was done, she turned proudly back to her brother. "There!" Travis stepped closer to the display, staring at the image. For a second or two, he contemplated the figure. Then he straightened and glowered at his little sister. "You're kidding, right?" he snapped. Deanna put on her innocent little 'who, me?' expression. "No, I'm not." She placed her hands on her hips to demonstrate her annoyance. "Look, if you want to get to know Anne enough to be able to approach her, there's only one way to do it - my way." "But...." "But nothing. Unless you'd rather not get to know your dream girl better." Her tone was mocking, deliberately taunting her older brother. She knew his weaknesses and hot buttons, and she was pushing them all right now. Travis rolled his eyes. "But how the hell is this going to help? You want me to change...into a girl?" he demanded in an exasperated tone. Deanna nodded, back to being smug. "Look, she's kind of stand- offish. She doesn't let guys get close enough to know. But a girl...." "Let's see if I've got this straight. You want me to change into a girl, so I can..." "...we can..." "So we can hang out with Anne, and thereby I'll get to know her better, so when I change back to myself, I'll know what she likes and doesn't like, and thus have a chance to go out with her." Deanna nodded. Travis stared at the figure, lost in deep thought. Finally, he turned to his sister. "Okay. I don't like it, but if it'll help me score with Anne...." ********** "Did you have to make them so big?" Travis complained as he adjusted his boobs once again. His voice was soft and sweet, a mid alto quite unlike his deepening male voice. Deanna shrugged. "Look, you want to be a girl, you might as well be a decent-looking girl," she said plainly. "Anne is one of the 'in' crowd. Cheerleaders and stuff. So, if you want to hang with the cheerleaders, you need to look like a cheerleader." Travis wanted to scream. The darned machine had changed not only his body, but also his clothing. Instead of his previous six feet, he was now five foot five - if that. His carefully toned muscles were gone; he was petite and feminine, topping the scales at one twenty five or one thirty. And a large portion of that was his boobs. Slightly larger than Deanna's enhanced breasts, they were very prominent, and heavy enough that they tugged at the bra straps now digging into Travis' shoulders. The bra pulled them up and together, forming a valley of cleavage that no horny American male could possibly resist. His hair was long and wavy, the brown locks parting at his shoulder and spilling down nearly to his boobs. Travis' eyes were soft blue, and with his new full sensuous lips and higher cheeks, they looked deliciously inviting. Instead of his jersey, he now wore a light blue knit top which hugged his curvy bosom tightly, emphasizing his bustline, and with a low scoop neckline to display his cleavage. His jeans were now a dark denim skirt whose hem was at least three inches above his knees. His smooth shapely legs were clad in nylons, and his feet were in low pumps, just like Deanna was wearing. Travis stared into Deanna's compact mirror. "I look like a babe!" he wailed. "Look what you've done to me!" Deanna smiled, then took out her lipstick and began to do Travis' lips. "Yeah, and you'll fit right in with the cheerleaders." ********** "Hi, Anne! Jenny!" Deanna, Travis, and two other girls strode comfortably toward the two juniors sitting at a table in the mall. Jenny turned to see the newcomers, and her expression soured just a teeny bit. "Oh, hi." It was apparent that she didn't think the new girls were worth hanging with. Anne was a little more friendly. "Oh, hi Deanna. Suzy. Beth." Her eyes widened momentarily when she saw Travis, and then she looked warily. "Uh, are you new? I don't remember seeing you around school." Travis started to open his mouth, but Deanna gave him a sharp elbow. "This is my cousin, Traci. She's visiting for a few days." Anne looked back at Travis and she smiled pleasantly. "Hi, Traci. I'm Anne, and this is Jenny." She looked at the newcomers. "We were just hanging, you know. You want to join us?" Jenny glared at Anne, and Travis took note. Jenny was living up to her reputation as being quite stuck-up. Jenny stood abruptly. "Well, since Lisa isn't here, I'm going to go back home and work on my tan." With her nose in the air, she stalked off. "Later, okay?" Anne called out pleasantly after Jenny. She turned to the other girls. "I'm glad someone showed up to hang with. Lisa was supposed to be here an hour ago, but she must have gotten tied up." "Yeah, with Jeff Miller," Suzy giggled. "I saw her getting into his car a little while ago." Anne wrinkled her nose. "I just don't get what she sees in him." Beth gave Suzy a quick surprised look. "He's such a hunk," they crooned in unison. "That's why." ********** "So, how do you like shopping?" Deanna asked Travis as they sat in the food court. The other girls were still getting their lunch, so they had a couple of private moments. Travis frowned. "This is insane!" he hissed. "I hate..." Deanna grinned. "But you're _loving_ spending the time with Anne, right?" Travis' mouth hung open for a second, then he dropped his eyes. "I knew it!" Deanna said triumphantly. "And you even liked shopping for bras and panties with her, didn't you?" She leered at her brother. "And I bet you even liked trying on the lingerie too, didn't you?" Travis' head snapped up and he glared at Deanna. "I did not!" he snarled. "It was horrible!" His protests were too quick and too strong, and Deanna saw through them. She laughed, knowing that he really _had_ enjoyed the lingerie. Travis realized that he'd just as much as admitted it as far as Deanna was concerned. "I'm surprised that Anne and I have so many common interests," he observed, changing the subject. He watched as Anne walked with her tray; even a simple thing like carrying a food tray was an act of sensuality when Anne did it. Travis scooted a chair back for Anne. "Here," he offered graciously. Anne sat down with a warm smile. "Thanks." Deanna looked at them, then she shuddered. "I'm going to find Suzy and Beth," she said as she abruptly stood. She walked to the other table where her two friends were sitting. Beth laughed as she sat down. "So what's with the happy couple over there?" she joked. Deanna wrinkled her nose. "I don't know." Suzy watched Deanna's reaction closely. "No," she countered. "There's something going on here, isn't there?" Deanna flinched, then tried to recover. "What are you talking about?" "Suzy's right," Beth added cautiously. "You're up to something." She glanced at Suzy, then back at Deanna. "You don't have a cousin named Traci, do you?" "Yeah, I do." Deanna countered quickly. Suzy shook her head, joining Beth in her skepticism. "I met all your cousins last year when your folks had the family reunion at your place, remember? And there wasn't any Traci!" "Are you going to camp this summer again? I am, and it should be lots of fun again." Deanna struggled to change the subject. Beth didn't buy it. "And what the hell is going on with your boobs?" she demanded. "You look like you grew about three cup sizes overnight!" Deanna glanced down quickly, and she realized that she was caught. "Well," she began softly, glancing around her nervously, "Dad got some new kind of machine in his basement, and it did this." Beth's jaw dropped, then she started to guffaw. "Oh, sure! Come on, tell us what really happened!" Suzy laughed too. "Are they fake? Where'd you get them?" Deanna's face reddened with anger. "They're real!" she hissed. "Okay, smarties, I'll show you!" She stomped over to Travis' table. "We're going home for a second. Be right back." She stormed back to her friends. "Let's go. I'll show you!" ********** "Well?" Deanna asked proudly as she pointed to the box. Suzy and Beth looked at the gray alien contraption for a few seconds. "So it's a box!" Beth exclaimed. "So what?" Deanna stomped to the control plate. With a quick glance at Suzy, she began to concentrate on the display. In a few seconds, she'd conjured up an image of her friend - but as a redhead and with truly enormous boobs. "So, are you going to try it?" Suzy looked at the picture, then she started to laugh. "So it's got some kind of computer inside that you did some photo editing with. Big deal." Deanna touched the purple knob, and the door appeared. Both Suzy and Beth flinched. "Okay, so go in and touch the purple knob inside." Suzy glanced nervously at Beth, realizing that she'd let her mouth trap her into this stunt. Gulping, she stepped through the door. With one last glance at Deanna, she touched the knob. The door vanished. Beth screamed. In a moment, the door reappeared, and Suzy stepped out. Her mouth hung agape, and her hands were clutching at her huge mammaries. "Wow!" she exclaimed slowly as she fondled the breast tissue. "It really works!" Beth stared at Suzy, unable to speak. Finally, she reached out to her friend, cautiously, and touched her vastly enhanced boob. "Are they real?" she asked, still not sure if it was true. Suzy quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her new boobs in all their natural glory. "Yeah," she said with a grin. Her nipples were hardening as the cool basement air hit them. "Yeah, and they're so sensitive," she added as she started fondling them again. Beth stared wide-eyed for a bit longer. Then she turned to Deanna. "Me too," she pleaded. "Give me bigger boobies!" The two of them consulted and discussed as Deanna designed the changes. Beth was going for F-cups, firm and very prominent, and she decided to narrow her waist a bit. Deanna argued that she'd look like a cartoon, but Beth was adamant. As a final touch, she wanted her hair to be lighter in color. When she emerged from the box, she looked exactly like she'd seen on the display. She was ecstatically pawing her boobs, almost in awe of her new body. Deanna watched the two girls for a moment. "You know," she said to Suzy, "those things are going to be too big." Suzy looked up, surprised. "How are you going to explain those monsters to your folks? And you know your back is going to get sore, too!" She laughed. "I know - I tried it!" After a bit of arguing, Deanna convinced them to tone down the changes. Suzy finally agreed to reddish highlights in her hair, giving her a strawberry blonde color, and boobs that were the same size as Deanna. But Beth couldn't be convinced - she kept her F-cups and narrowed waist. Deanna laughed - she knew Beth would be back tomorrow to get them reduced! Beth and Suzy continued to admire their new assets as Deanna drove back to the mall. Then Beth glanced up at Deanna. "So how much can that machine change?" Deanna glanced at her, startled by the question. "Like, can it make a guy into a girl?" Deanna frowned. She was afraid of where this conversation was going. "Yeah, I suppose it could." Suzy picked up the reasoning immediately. "Like, could it make your brother Travis into some kind of cute busty chick, like, oh, say Traci?" Deanna nearly skidded off the road; she knew the girls had figured out the little game. "Uh, it might." Beth grinned. "Might, my ass! That's your brother Travis sitting with Anne, isn't it?" It was less a question than an accusation. Deanna finally nodded. "Yeah. He wanted to get to know Anne better, so he'd know how to ask her out." "Sneaky," Beth said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "So how do you think Anne is going to take this news?" Panic gripped Deanna. "No!" she pleaded. "You can't! He'd kill me!" Suzy grasped Beth's arm. "No, that wouldn't be very nice, would it?" She had a sinister tone to her voice, and it made Deanna quiver. "But I've got a _much_ better idea..." She grinned wickedly, and Suzy started to laugh. ********** "Thanks," Travis yelled over the music as he took a soda from Beth. He took a big gulp. "Great party, huh?" He'd borrowed a few things from Deanna, and as such, the curves of his body were very much displayed. This made Travis the center of attention, a fact he didn't seem to be minding. Beth nodded, smiling in a curious manner. "Yeah." Travis turned his attention back to Anne. In a little bit, his soda was empty. As he was about to excuse himself to get one, Suzy appeared with another drink for Travis. He smiled pleasantly, then took a sip. "Just a sec," he said to Anne, "I've got to have a word with Deanna." He threaded his way through the crowd, annoyed at how some of the guys seemed to be bumping into his chest all the time. "Deanna!" he yelled. Deanna turned at her name. "When are we going home?" he complained. Deanna shrugged. "I thought you were having fun talking to Anne," she observed. Travis nodded. "But the guys are all leering at me, and they keep pawing at my boobs and ass!" Deanna smiled. "Comes with the territory," she said innocently. "Besides, as long as you're here, no one is hitting on Anne. Are they?" Travis slowly nodded. "But they're trying to hit on me!" He turned and walked back to where Anne was. For some reason, he felt a little woozy. Travis shrugged the feeling off as a result of wearing heels all day. They must have tired out his legs, leaving him wobbly. After another soda or two, Beth brought a couple of the guys from the football team to introduce them to Travis. Forgetting who he was pretending to be, Travis started talking sports. This got the guys' interest, and within minutes, a group of five or six guys were huddled around Travis. It was rare to find a girl who liked sports. It was almost unheard of that one this drop-dead gorgeous and stacked had such an interest. On and on they talked, and as they talked, Travis kept getting sodas from Suzy and Beth, and the guys got more and more bold about pawing him. At first, Travis protested. After a few more spiked sodas, though, he was just giggling. He was so smashed that he didn't see Anne's glare, nor when she stomped out of the party. Deanna slipped up to the group, then nudged the football team star halfback. Would he be nice enough to take her cousin back to her house? She'd really appreciate it. Deanna whispered in Travis' ear, and he nodded dumbly. Clearly, he was quite intoxicated. And as he took her arm to escort her out, the halfback grinned triumphantly. When they got to the car, the halfback opened the door for Travis, then he crawled in the other side. He didn't even try to get his keys out; instead, he scooted closer and wrapped his arm around Travis shoulder. When Travis didn't protest, he began to paw at Travis' large boobs. Travis tried to fight, but he couldn't. His nipples were already aroused by the touch, and his mind couldn't overrule his libido. Travis felt some strange warmth spreading in his crotch, and he quivered at the strange feelings. The halfback turned and began to kiss Travis, while one hand slipped slowly to Travis' waist. Meeting no opposition, the fingers slipped to the waistband of Travis' skirt. It took a moment to get the catch open, and then the hand slipped back to the front. Travis whimpered and reached to push the hand away, but he wasn't strong enough, and besides, the touch was making him feel so good.... Travis began to return the kiss, faintly aware that he was kissing a guy, but too drunk and too horny to care. He let the guy guide his hand down to his waistband, to his swollen member. Travis fought that one, but when the halfback began to stroke his clit, the shivers of delight overwhelmed his senses. He felt hot and wet, and he wanted more. ********** Beth, Suzy, and Deanna sneaked among the parked cars. "There?" Beth asked, pointing to one car. Deanna glanced, then she nodded. The trio sneaked up to the car and cautiously peeked into the windows. Their eyes widened as they saw the bare ass of the halfback, and under him, with his legs wrapped around the guy, Travis lay, impaled by the halfback's thrusting dick. The girls struggled to control themselves as they watched Travis getting well and thoroughly screwed. And from his screams of pleasure, he seemed to be enjoying himself! ********** "Oh, God!" Travis cried again. "What did you do to me?" he asked angrily. Tears were running down his cheeks. Deanna drove slowly. "Well, how was it? Was it everything you thought it would be? Hmm?" she teased. "Was he good?" Travis sat numbly in the passenger seat. "I hate you!" he screamed. "Why?" Deanna leered at him. "It sure sounded like you enjoyed it." She grinned. "Oh God! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, yes! Aaahhhh!" she said mockingly. "Oh, please! More! More! Yes!!!" Travis scowled, tears still flowing down his cheeks. His hair was mussed, his makeup was smeared, his clothes were rumpled and disheveled. "I hate you!" he snarled. Deanna grinned. "Well, maybe you'll think twice before running my bra up a flagpole, huh?" "You got me fucked!" Travis accused angrily. He wiped the tears from one cheek. "I hate you!" Deanna opened her mouth to taunt her brother more, but she froze. Something in his tone, his tears, finally got to Deanna. She suddenly realized just what she'd done. She'd as much as ensured that Travis got raped. And why? For some petty revenge? She lapsed into guilty silence for the rest of the drive. ********** "What do you mean, it won't work?" Travis screamed, his face panic-stricken. "It won't work?" Deanna tried the control plate again. "It's...not working!" She banged on the control in anger. "It won't work!" A scream of anguish came from Travis. "It has to work!" he screamed. "It has to!" He pushed Deanna out of the way and tried himself. Over and over, he pressed on the plate, but still it wouldn't respond. He sank to the floor and began to cry. "It has to change me back!" Tears flowed freely down his cheeks. "I don't want to be stuck as a girl!" Because of his wailing, Travis didn't hear the door, nor the footsteps clattering down the stairs. But Deanna did. She stood by the machine, fear in her eyes, as her mom and dad rounded the corner. "Deanna! What are you...?" The question died midway. The parents were staring at Travis, huddled and crying on the floor. "Who is this?" Deanna felt the grip of panic. This was _not_ going to be easy. Even if she'd seen her dad turned into a busty girl only yesterday. "Uh, hi," she said meekly, not knowing what else to say. "Who's your friend?" mom demanded angrily, glaring at Deanna. "Uh," Deanna started to explain, already wincing in anticipation of the verbal assault she was going to get, "it's Travis." "Travis?" Both parents' eyes widened as they turned to see the bawling girl. Travis looked up at his parents, and he started to wail anew. He felt humiliated. Now, not only had he been screwed by one of his teammates, but he was sure that his parents knew what he'd done, and he was stuck to boot! "I just wanted to get to know Anne better," he bawled. "And then...then..." his words were nearly incomprehensible over his blubbering, "Deanna and her friends got me drunk so one of the guys could...could...." He dropped his head into his hands, crying loudly again. ********** "Well," the dad said as he slumped into his chair, "Travis is asleep. Or passed out. Or a little of both." "Good," mom nodded solemnly. She turned to Deanna, who sat huddled in one corner of the couch. "Now, young lady," she began sternly, "you have a lot of explaining to do." Deanna looked up fearfully. This was going to be very bad. She could tell by her parents' voices. "Well, Travis wanted to get to understand Anne. You know, Anne Lewis? Well, I figured that if he hung out with her, like, as a girl, then he'd get to know her better. And he'd know what she liked and didn't like and stuff." Mom shook her head in disbelief. "Always going with some sneaky scheme, aren't you." Dad smiled. "I don't know. I'd have probably tried it." He caught the warning look from his wife. "In my day, that is." "Well, we spent the whole day hanging out at the mall." She grinned. "Travis even had fun trying on bras and panties and stuff." Her grin vanished when she saw the glare from her mother. "Well, almost all day. Suzy and Beth and I came back here. They wanted bigger boobs like I had." She glanced down at her enhanced bustline as if to emphasize her point. "Well, Beth figured out that Traci - that's what we called Travis at the mall - that Traci was really Travis." Dad nodded his understanding. "So then Suzy and Beth decided to see if they could embarrass Travis?" He saw the look on Deanna's face, and knew she'd played a big part. "And you let them talk you into it, right?" "How could you?" Mom cried. "He's your own brother." She looked at Travis. "Sister. Brother. Whatever!" "And now you say the machine won't work, and he's..." Dad's eyes widened. So did mom's. "Go to your room, young lady!" he said sternly. "We'll talk about this more in the morning." As Deanna slunk out of the living room, she thought she saw a look of panic on her parents' faces. It was as if the news of the machine not working had them in a panic, too. ********** It took a lot of doing, calling in favors, cajoling, wheedling, and so on, but eventually, Travis was enrolled back in school - as a junior. After all, since they'd all told Anne that he was a junior, he couldn't really suddenly be a senior. 'Traci' was a cousin who was staying with them for a while. Her folks' house had been gutted in a fire, and until it was rebuilt, it was decided to have Traci stay with her cousin. The school records were harder to work; that's where some pleading and informal bribery came in. Eventually, Travis' transcripts were 'doctored' to show him as a junior and, miraculously, haven taken almost the same courses Travis had taken. Of course, the final quarter of his junior year was blank, as were all the credits from his senior classes, but that couldn't be helped. With the faked transcripts in hand, Traci was permitted to enroll. Travis' disappearance was also explained; he had selflessly volunteered to go help his aunt and uncle rebuild their house, since they were kind of poor and the house wasn't fully insured. He would finish school there while working on the construction of the new house. It was a really lame excuse, but it flew. Sort of. Beth and Suzy had to be convinced to keep their mouths shut. Deanna took care of that one; no one really wanted to ask how. ********** "Traci, wait up!" Traci turned to see who was calling her, and sighed with relief when she recognized Anne. "Oh, hi," Traci called as cheerfully as she could manage under the circumstances. She'd been a girl for only three weeks, and she really didn't fit in well. "You going to the tryouts?" Anne asked, between breaths as she caught up to Traci. Traci shuddered inside. Anne had been trying to talk her into going out for the cheerleading squad. Her. Traci shuddered again. It had only been three weeks, and already she was thinking of herself as a 'her', as Traci. It was almost as if Travis had never existed in her mind! "Nah," she said without any enthusiasm. "I'm kind of clumsy." Anne grinned. "Yeah, right." The duo walked a few steps in silence. "You know, if you make the squad, you get credit _and_ you get out of classes early for practice and games." It sounded like a sales pitch. Traci's resolve started to crumble. Anne was asking her, and it had the benefit of popularity and getting out of classes.... "Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try..." Anne was all grins. "Yeah, and we'll be great on the team!" she gushed. Then she glanced at Traci's generous bosom. "And you've got two great reasons to be picked!" she joked. Traci blushed. Inwardly, she wanted to cry. She wasn't supposed to have boobs! She was supposed to be Travis, a guy trying to boff Anne, not be her giggling schoolgirl friend! Tears started to leak out of her eye. "Oh, I'm sorry," Anne began to apologize. "I didn't mean to tease you or anything." She looked positively stricken by Traci's tears. Traci shook her head, flinching inwardly as her long hair swished in front of her face. Yet another reminder of the change. "No, it's okay," she sniffled. She didn't want to tell Anne the real reason for her moodiness. Traci had just finished had first period last night, and she was still smarting from the discomfort and humiliating reminder of just how much of a woman she'd become. Anne was still upset. She wrapped her arm around Traci's waist, holding her comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Traci," she said again. ********** "You were great!" Anne gushed as Traci sat down beside her on the bleachers. Traci was winded from the tryout routine with its jumping and bouncing and cheering. Traci downed a cup of water. "You really think so?" she asked. She wasn't very confident, especially as she'd watched the other girls competing for the squad. "I don't know," Traci said doubtfully. "I mean," she glanced down at her bust, "they were bouncing all over the place! I couldn't do some of the jumps and things you did because these things were getting in the way!" It was true; Traci's large mammaries had been bouncing and swaying all over. Anne saw it too. "Yeah," she grinned. "And the judges noticed, too! That's why I think you're a shoe-in!" "Well, you're sure to get a spot again," Traci said. "But I don't think I will." She looked down at the floor. "I wasn't very good." "Well, I think you'll make it," Anne beamed. "So how about after the tryouts are done, we go to the mall to hang out?" ********** "Told you you'd make it," Anne beamed over her cola. Traci shook her head. "I still think some of the other girls were better." Anne shook her head. "You really earned it." She stared at Traci until Traci looked up at her. "You know, you could show a little self-confidence," Anne observed. Traci tried to laugh. "I just don't feel like I fit in," she said. It was true; Traci was still trying to be Travis, to hang on to his memories and friends and interests. But Travis the guy could hang with the guys, talking girls, sports, and cars. Traci the girl couldn't. And she didn't feel like a girl, so she didn't really know how to fit in with the girls. Talking about guys embarrassed her. Talking about clothes confused her. She was a fish out of water. Anne's hand on hers snapped Traci's head up. "You can fit in. If you want to, you can." "But..." Traci stopped herself. She wavered on whether to tell Anne the truth or not, and after several seconds of consideration, decided against it. Anne was the one friend she had. She couldn't mess that one up. Traci decided to change the subject. "Don is having a party tonight. You going?" Anne's expression puzzled Traci. On the one hand, she seemed interested in Traci's offer. But for the briefest moment, it looked like she loathed the idea of going. 'I don't know. Are you?" She sounded hopeful. Traci shrugged. "No homework for tonight, nothing good on TV. Might as well." "You left your car at school, right? How about if I drop you off so you can get your car, and then we'll meet at the party?" Traci thought a moment. "Okay, but I have to run by home to let my...aunt and uncle know where I am." She trembled at her near- mistake. She'd almost referred to them as parents. And that would unravel the entire fabricated story. ********** Traci noticed Anne's car was already parked. She smiled. At least one friend would be here. She pulled her car to the curb and walked to the door. "Hi, Traci, right?" The guy who opened the door for her was one of the football players. "I'm Jack." Traci knew Jack only too well; Jack was the backup tight end. But Traci couldn't say that. "Hello, Jack," she said with a smile that just felt...phony. Traci didn't like meeting the 'guys' who she'd known but now were supposed to be strangers. It was a bitter reminder of her former status as their teammate - a guy! She noticed that Jack was staring into her cleavage. 'Damn Deanna!' she thought to herself. 'Why'd she make my boobs so big?' She didn't even notice that she'd referred to them as 'her' boobs. It was another little sign that she was slowly accepting her new role in life. "Come on in and make yourself at home," Jack said, still peering at her bosom. "Drinks are in the kitchen." Traci flashed him another smile, then scooted through the door. She had to turn sideways to get past Jack with her boobs pointed out toward him as she edged through the door. She tried to smile, but inwardly, Traci was angry that Jack was using this old trick on her. By standing the way he was, he ensured that he'd get at least a good view, if not actually having her rub her tits on him as she squeezed past. Inside, she spied Anne almost at the same time that Anne spied her. Anne's face lit up; it was evident that she didn't really like this party of jocks. Traci gave her a quick hug, then led Anne to the kitchen so she could get a drink. The punch bowl was a big Tupperware container, and though the punch was red, there was really no way of knowing what flavor it was supposed to be - or what was in it. Traci was about to grab the ladle when another football player beat her to it. Leering at her while pretending to be a gentleman helping a lady, he poured a cup and handed it to Traci. "Thanks," she mumbled as she took the cup. "Watch it," Anne cautioned, too late. Traci had taken a sip, and the fireball in her belly betrayed the alcohol content of the punch. Traci's eyes bulged as she gasped for breath. Anne grinned. "I tried to warn you - that stuff has a hell of a kick!" Traci wiped a tear from her eye. "Now you tell me!" she complained. She heard a couple of the guys talking about the Carolina Panthers, the 'local' pro football team. She shook her head at the words she was hearing. Finally, she could take no more. She turned to the two guys. "Look, it doesn't matter how good the offensive backfield is. Sure, they've got a decent quarterback for a change. But the left side of the line is really weak, and unless they make a good trade or pick up a tackle in the draft, the offense isn't going to go anywhere." Jack spun to see who was talking, and he frowned as he saw Traci nosing in on their football talk. "What...?" he started to demand, offended that a 'girl' would dare intrude on their 'guy- talk'. Traci snorted, visibly dismissing his opinions even before he could form them. "The left guard had a bad knee injury to end last season, right? " "Yeah, but he's been strengthening it all off-season," Val Miller, another starter, protested. "He'll be back in the line." Traci shook her head with a sad smile that indicated what she thought - namely, that he didn't understand. "Maybe, but it's his second injury to that same knee. He'll be slower. And that means the tackle and center have to pick up the slack, right?" She saw a few begrudging nods from the gathering group of guys. "I get it," a voice piped up. "Last year, they were weak at the tackle, and they haven't brought in anyone yet. So the whole left side is going to be weaker." Another guy nodded. "And they can run to the right..." "Not if the guard has to pull," Traci cautioned. "...but they won't have any pass protection," The guy finished. Traci smiled. She'd made her point. What was more, she felt like she fit in - at least to discuss the game. "You're Traci, aren't you? The new girl?" someone asked. "And our newest cheerleader!" a guy added. "Wow! Great looking, _and_ she knows football!" Traci blushed. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. They guys were acknowledging her presence, and it felt...good! "Thanks," she mumbled, both for the compliment and for the proffered cup of punch. "So where'd you learn about football, anyway?" Jack asked. "Most girls aren't interested..." Traci nearly choked on her drink. She had to be careful with what she said. "Are you kidding? Back east, we pay attention to our football! My grandpa used to take me to the games whenever he could." It was a bit of a stretch of the truth. Traci glance over and gave Anne a smile. But for some reason, Anne was frowning. She turned her nose up and angrily turned away from Traci. For a second, Traci wondered what _that_ was all about. Then she turned back to the guys and the sports talk. As the night wore on, Traci found herself feeling quite warm inside. Part of it was the spiked punch, and part of it was the feeling of fitting in again. So when the one of the second-string linemen started touching Traci's boobs, Traci just giggled. In short order, Traci was alone in an upstairs bedroom with the guy. She felt like she was Travis again, kind of mentally detatched and watching as a friend got lucky with a busty cheerleader. It really didn't seem that she _was_ that cheerleader, and was about to be laid. Even when the guy finished and another took his place, Traci seemed to be disconnected from her body. Except for the repeated orgasms, that is. ********** "Hi, Traci!" The voice was accompanied by a quick grasp of her butt. Traci spun and giggled. "Hi," she replied with a grin. Her blouse was so low cut that it barely concealed her nipples; already, she'd gotten a warning from two teachers and the assistant principal. As she walked down the hall, her ass had a little extra wiggle that the guys were _definitely_ noticing. Deanna watched as Traci sauntered and flirted between classes. She seemed to be enjoying making a spectacle of herself. Deanna sighed and shook her head. Weird, she thought. Traci saw Anne by her locker. With a smile, she hurried her pace just a bit. "Hi, Anne," Traci said happily. Anne turned toward Traci as if it were a huge effort. "Oh," she said simply, "hi." Her greeting was neutral in tone, as if she were carefully not allowing any emotions to show. Traci didn't notice. "Great party last night, huh? An ice cube would have been warmer than the glare Traci got from Anne. "I don't know. But then again," she continued, her words frosty, "I never got into being a little tramp!" She turned back to her locker, retrieved a book, slammed the locker shut, and stormed off, leaving Traci standing there confused. The confusion lasted only a few seconds. "Hi, Traci," Jack said in what he thought was a sensuous tone. "Great party, huh?" Traci smiled at Jack. "Yeah, it was pretty...nice." Jack wiggled his eyebrows. "Yeah, especially certain parts." His comment caused Traci to avert her eyes as her cheeks reddened. "What I wanted to ask is, are you doing anything after school tonight?" Traci looked back up. "No, why?" Jack tried to look innocent, but he failed. "I don't know. I just thought that maybe you'd like to go out for pizza or something." Traci remembered the feelings of the female orgasms, and she couldn't help but smile. "Sure. But since I have to watch my figure, maybe we could do the 'or something'." ********** The knock interrupted Traci's reading. She glanced up at the door. "Yeah?" The door opened a crack and Deanna's head poked in. "You got a minute?" Traci folded her book shut. "Sure," she said as she rolled from her forward sprawled position on the bed to something a little more comfortable. "What's up?" Deanna sat down on the edge of Traci's bed. "Uh," she began, "um, have you, well, you know,...?" She really didn't know how to begin what was probably going to be an awkward discussion. Traci tilted her head for a second, then she frowned. "Are you asking me about what I think you're asking me about?" Deanna looked at the floor. "Well, some of the guys are talking, and, well...." She looked up, directly at Traci. "Have you been having sex?" There. Blunt and to the point. Traci's face turned crimson as she stared away. Deanna nodded slowly. "I thought so." Traci finally turned back to Deanna. "So?" she demanded softly. "Is it a crime?" Deanna shifted uncomfortably. "No. But are you taking...?" She tried another angle. "Did you and Mom have a talk?" Traci thought for a second, then she shook her head. "Neither mom nor dad have said anything to me about sex. What in particular?" Deanna sighed. Big brothers - sisters - could be so dense sometimes. "You remember biology?" She watched as Traci put the pieces together. "That's right. You're in a fully functional female body now, and that includes the possibility of getting pregnant." Another knock interrupted Traci's need for a response. Both parents peeked in. "Good. You're both here." They didn't wait, but marched in. Dad sat down on a chair, while Mom sat on the bed next to Deanna and Traci. "We need to talk to you," their mom began. "What about?" Dad looked away, and the girls knew it was something affecting him. Not bad news; they didn't have 'bad news' expressions. More like - highly embarrassed. "You remember the machine you used to change yourselves with, right?" Mom asked. Deanna and Traci glanced at each other, then looked back, nodding. "Well, your father and I used it, too." Traci glanced at Dad; he was beet red now. "We...um...well," Mom stammered nervously, "uh...." Dad turned back to the girls. "What your mother is trying to say is that I had a little problem. Things didn't...work." He was crimson, but he pressed on. "We did a few changes so we could experience sex again." Deanna grinned. "Yeah, I know," she announced proudly. "I saw you change back from a girl, remember?" she said. Traci's jaw dropped; Deanna hadn't told him any of this. Dad looked down, but Mom gritted her teeth. "Well, we changed back. But not all the way." Deanna glanced at Dad, and saw him slowly nodding in affirmation, all the while staring at the floor. She glanced back at Mom, and saw another solemn confirmation. Deanna didn't understand what they were saying. Traci did. She looked at Dad, and knew. "You mean you've got a...." Her mouth dropped open in shock. Dad nodded slowly. "Yes," he said simply. "But that would mean Mom has..." Traci's eyes widened like saucers, and her jaw dropped nearly to the bed. "What?" Deanna demanded, still not quite getting it. Traci leaned over and whispered in Deanna's ear. Deanna's eyes went wide. "Oh my God!" she mouthed. "Oh my God! Oh God!" She turned to her mother, seeking to have this terrible truth denied. But Mom just nodded her head slowly. "And there's more," Dad said after Deanna settled down a little. "I'm...pregnant." He dropped his head again, this time in shame. Traci freaked out, Deanna freaked out, and Mom freaked out at how the kids were taking the news. When things calmed down a bit, Deanna went to her room, still half in shock. Dad looked at Mom. "Can I have a minute with Traci?" Mom nodded, then she left, closing the door behind herself. "Son, er, Traci," Dad began awkwardly, "I know this isn't easy for you - the change and all." "No shit!" Traci spat. "It's not like I wanted to be a girl!" Dad nodded sympathetically. "Nor did I wish to have a vagina or be pregnant. But we are. So we have to live with that." Traci frowned. "So what does this have to do...?" Dad shook his head. "I know you've tried sex, Traci," he said softly. "And from what I've heard, more than once, too." Traci turned away. She was embarrassed, angry, confused, and a ton of other emotions all at once. "So? I'm almost eighteen!" "Sixteen, almost seventeen," Dad corrected. "According to your records, anyway." He shook his head sadly. "Look, it's normal to want to experiment with sex. Especially for a boy when he gets a chance to learn what it's like for a girl. Hell, I did it! I'd do it again!" He lowered his voice. "Truth be told, Traci, it's a lot better with a pussy than with a prick!" Traci's head spun, and she stared open-mouthed at her Dad. She couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. Dad smiled and patted Traci's knee. "Look, you're going to experiment. So what are you using for protection?" "Protection?" Suddenly, Traci realized what Deanna had been hinting at, and her eyes widened. Dad shook his head. "You don't want to end up like me, do you? Pregnant?" He watched the implications sink in to Traci's head. "First thing in the morning, we'll call and get you an appointment. Okay?" ********** "Wow!" Traci mouthed as she looked over the rack of bikinis. She leaned closer to Deanna. "I didn't know there was such a selection!" she whispered. Deanna grinned. "Just like bras and panties, too, huh?" She remembered the first time Deanna, Traci, and mom had gone shopping for lingerie. Mom had seemed a little...distracted. And Traci had been shocked by the experience. Mom was adamant that Traci needed some bras with serious support for her large boobs. It didn't take Traci long to come to the same conclusion. Still, it had taken the better part of a day to get Traci some lingerie - the first half of which was spent trying to keep him from freaking out. "Yeah, but..." Traci stared at the miniscule swatches of fabric. "With these," she stared down into her low-cut neckline, the style of choice for her, it seemed, at the valley of cleavage, "those things won't do anything for support _or_ coverage!" Suzy grinned as she glanced at her own breasts. "Yeah, I know. And I thought that was the whole point!" Anne handed Traci an outfit that promised to provide at least a teeny bit of modesty. "I bet you'll look great in this," she said with a smile. Traci flinched when she thought of herself in that outfit. But when she saw the smile on Anne's face, she figured she'd try it. Anne had been hot and cold the past couple of months, and it was confusing the hell out of Traci. She tried and tried to figure out what it was she was doing that made Anne so mad. Every time, she came up empty handed. "Go try it on," Anne urged. Traci glanced around at the group and realized she wasn't going to get out of modeling the skimpy bikini. Resigned to her fate, she took the bikini and headed for the dressing room. She emerged a couple of minutes later, clad only in a few square inches of bright fabric. Anne whistled. "Wow! Look at you, girl!" The other girls made noise as well, and Traci felt herself reddening. "Just wait until Jack sees you in that," Beth said mischievously. Traci tried to glare at Beth, but she failed. Instead, she found herself with an awkward warm feeling inside her when she thought of Jack's reaction. "I guess we can all see how you'll react to Jack!" Suzy chortled. She was staring at Traci's chest, to her nipples that were hard and erect. Traci frowned. "It's cold in here," she protested weakly. It didn't fly. She wasn't even fooling herself; thinking about Jack got her very horny. She couldn't help it if sex was fun! Anne's expression turned to stone. She had no more helpful hints or suggestions, let alone any pleasant conversation. After a few minutes, Traci didn't seem to notice Anne's reaction. They spied a few guys from the team, and Traci went into full flirt mode, as the other girls. And given their enhanced cleavage, they were getting a lot of attention. Traci didn't even notice when Anne left. A knock interrupted Deanna. She glanced up to see Traci peeking into her room. "Can I come in?" "Sure." Deanna pulled off her headphones and shut off her CD player. "What's up?" Traci flopped down on the bed. "I don't get it." "What?" "Anne." Traci shook her head. "I mean, one minute she's nice and fun to be around, and the next, she's a cold bitch!" Deanna shrugged. "Jealous, I guess." She glanced up and down Traci's figure. "Let's face it - you've got curves in places she only dreams of." "Yeah, maybe you're right." They sat in silence while Traci contemplated Deanna's words. Deanna finally looked at Traci. "Are things okay? Between us, I mean?" Traci seemed taken aback by the question. "Why wouldn't they be?" she asked. Deanna dropped her head. "Because I tricked you into being a girl. Because you're stuck. Because I got you raped. Because you have to repeat your senior year." Her words were laced with guilt and sadness; clearly, this had been on her mind a lot lately. Traci sat and thought about Deanna's words. Long and hard. "I can't stay mad," she finally said in a hushed tone. "No matter how much I want to hate you for what happened, I can't." She wiped a tear from her own eye. "I mean, it wasn't completely your fault, you know. I went along with it!" "Yeah, but..." "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I forgive you." Traci scooted closer and gave Deanna a big sisterly hug. When the two separated, she went on. "And you know, there are some parts to this that aren't too bad." "Like sex?" Deanna prompted meekly. Traci's jaw dropped open in shock, then she started giggling. "Yeah, like sex," she admitted. "It's going to take a long time for me to get used to shopping. And I hate the whole period thing!" She shuddered; she was due again any day now. "And if I could change anything, I'd make these things," she gestured to her boobs, "a couple of sizes smaller." She glanced up at Deanna. "I guess you know what I'm talking about, though, huh?" Deanna laughed. "Yeah, but not to the same extent as you!" Traci shook her head. "You know, when I was a guy, I wanted tits like these in the worse way - on the girl I was with. Now that I've got them on _me_, I don't like them so much. They just bounce and flop everywhere, always in my way!" "Are you, like going steady with Jack?" Deanna asked. Traci laughed. "No. He's just good in bed." "Traci!" Traci laughed softly. "I don't know what you were thinking when you conjured up this body, but it sure is excitable!" She fondled her tit, and almost instantly, it hardened and she felt a warmth in her crotch. "See?" She smiled. "And since sex is so great, I figure why not take advantage, you know what I mean?" Deanna's eyes were wide. Traci stared at her for a couple of seconds. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" she asked. Deanna blushed and turned away. "I thought you...and Martin...." Deanna shook her head. "Nope." "But..." "Look, Traci, a girl has to be careful. You'll get a reputation if you don't watch it! Like Beth!" She shuddered. "The word around school is that Beth would do it for a quarter and give change." Traci laughed. "Yeah, I heard that, too." "You better be careful," Deanna cautioned. "Or you'll end up with a rep just like Beth. The guys talk, and they really exaggerate! And it doesn't take long before you're just another notch to the guys." Traci sat silently. She thought about Deanna's words. Was she getting too...easy? Was she turning into a slut? Was she getting a reputation? "At least Anne doesn't act like she hates me. Unlike a lot of the other girls!" She shook her head. "And I don't understand why!" "I don't believe you," Deanna said as she shook her head. "It's so easy! They don't like you because of jealousy and fear of losing their boyfriends!" "But..." Traci stopped to ponder Deanna's words. "At least Anne doesn't seem to worry about that!" She lowered her eyes. "At least most of the time, anyway." "That's because Anne isn't worried about losing a boyfriend to you." Traci's head snapped up. "I don't understand..." Deanna grimmaced. "I figured you knew." "Knew what?" Deanna shook her head sadly. "Anne...isn't interested in guys." "So when she sees me flirting...." Traci's eyes were wide with surprise at Deanna's revelation. "She's jealous." ********** A dark sedan was parked in front of the house when Traci got home from cheerleader practice. She walked in and saw the others sitting in the living room as if waiting for her. Nervously, she took a seat where her mother indicated. "You would be Travis Hollings, correct?" one of the men said. Traci glanced at her mom, then shook her head. "No, I'm Traci..." The second man cut her off. "You can't fool us, Travis," he said knowingly. He held up a picture; a collective gasp went through the family. "I take it you've seen one of these?" Mom and dad folded like a house of cards. "Yes," dad began, "we found it up at the lake when we were taking a vacation." The second agent nodded solemnly. "And you began to experiment, correct?" Mom glanced at dad; they were both turning red. "Yes," mom admitted. The first agent jotted down some notes. "More specifically, you did some genital rearrangement to compensate for the long-term hormonal problem suffered by Mr. Hollings, is that correct?" Traci started to object, but her mother placed her hand on Traci's arm. "Don't worry, honey," she said. "And this accounts for your...condition, correct Mr. Hollings?" Dad nodded slowly. "Yes, that's correct." "Do you still have the device?" Dad nodded, then he went down to the basement and returned with the folded-up box. He set it on the coffee table in front of the agents. The agents examined the box quickly and quite thoroughly. "It's the real McCoy, D," said one agent. "Yup." The agent looked up at the parents. "We usually ask to take possession of the device. Standard procedure." Mom glanced at dad, and they had a hopeful look. "I guess," mom answered. "But what...?" "Do you get in exchange?" the second agent completed her question. "Well, given the nature of your changes, we can start with an identity for junior," he nodded to Traci, who was quietly fuming at being called 'junior' repeatedly, "and we'd like to run some tests on you and your husband. Just to see what you're dealing with, you understand." Mom and dad nodded slowly. "And of course, the agency will undoubtedly provide some reimbursement for prenatal care and delivery. As long as we can...examine... the child?" Dad glanced at his wife. "So, does this mean you can change us back?" he asked hopefully. "After the baby is born, of course," he added hastily. The agents shook their heads in unison. "The changes were caused by an unknown alien technology. We're still working to unlock the secrets of the technology, but as of yet, we don't know how to reverse the process." "Or make the box work again," Traci said with certainty. "Which means we're stuck." "Yes, ma'am," the first agent said, "you're stuck." The second agent nodded his agreement. Then he turned to his partner. "The only question left is how we file this? What do you think, C? Should we categorize this as a class 3 gender change, or as a class 2 rearrangement fantasy?" The first agent shook his head. "Well, if it wasn't for junior here," he cocked his head toward Traci, "I'd say go with a class 2 rearrangement fantasy." Traci's mouth hung open. "Class...2? I take it...." The younger agent turned to Traci and nodded without smiling. "Oh yes. There are a lot of these cases. Some are downright...weird!" Traci shuddered when the man said weird - if he were treating her change as a minor event, then precisely what, to him, constituted weird? And did she even want to know? "Right, D," the second man said. "There was the college group that did the role-playing game rearrangement, with two cases of transgender. And there was that forest ranger with the hermaphroditic rearrangement. Oh, and don't forget that Star Trek shapeshifter..." The first man shook his head slightly, indicating that his partner was saying too much. "Yes, ma'am, this is a relatively minor case." The two men rose as one. The first man picked up the box and they strode silently toward the door. The interview was over. The first man paused in the doorway. "You'll be hearing from us," he said impassively. "And we were never here." The door closed behind the two mystery men. ********** "I'm glad you waited." Traci sat down on the bench beside Anne. Anne glanced at Traci. It was easy to see that she was nervous, uneasy about the meeting. "You said it was important." Neutral tone, neutral words. Traci set her backpack down. She was deliberately fidgeting as she tried to figure out what to say. "I think I owe you an apology." Anne sat expressionless. "I'm not sure I follow." Traci bit her lip. "This is kind of awkward." She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't really know." "Know? Know what?" "I should have seen it. How you were acting, when you got upset at me." Traci looked down at the ground. "Deanna just told me the other night." She looked into Anne's eyes. "Are you...you know?" Anne stared at Traci for a couple of seconds, then she dropped her gaze. "Yeah," she admitted. "I guess I was acting a bit jealous." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I didn't know how to tell you that I'm attracted to you. I was afraid of scaring you off." She looked up again, wiping another tear. "But you seemed to be so interested in...guys." Traci tilted her head back and laughed. "Well, I've got a little secret to tell you. I like the sex. I mean, I really, really like sex. But I can't ever be romantically attracted to men." "I don't understand." Traci shook her head. "No, I don't suppose you would." She took Anne's hands in hers. "You remember when we met? How you'd never seen me before? Well, I'd seen you. I wanted to get to know you better. But you seemed so...standoffish! You wouldn't let any guy get close to you. Then dad found an alien box. My little sister Deanna figured that if I got to know you better, you know, what you like and stuff, that I'd have a better chance to get you to go on a date with me." "You're not making any sense," Anne said carefully. "Up until we met, I was not in this dynamite package. I was Travis." Anne's eyes widened. "That's...impossible!" Traci laughed. "Not quite. I'm living proof. You know how I don't quite fit in? Well, it's because I didn't grow up as a girl. You wonder how I know so much about football? Until a few weeks ago, I was the starting tight end. Then I changed." She laughed, but it rang hollow. "It was only supposed to be for a little bit - to get to understand you better. Only, I got stuck." "You're not kidding, are you?" Anne asked incredulously. "You...really aren't kidding?" She stared at Traci. "But why...the curves?" She was gazing at Traci's generous bosom. Traci laughed. "Deanna got a bit carried away." Anne stared at Traci for a long time. Then she laughed. "You know, the joke's on you." When Traci looked puzzled, Anne continued. "You could never have gotten close to me as Travis. But now, you're closer to me than you knew was possible. And it's only _because_ you got stuck!" She wiped a tear from her eye, she was laughing so hard. "And you didn't even know it when you changed!" Traci started giggling as well. "And now that I'm stuck?" she asked softly. Anne smiled provocatively. "Now, you can get as close as you want." Then she straigntened up and frowned. "But you said you like sex with guys." There was fear in her voice. Traci nodded. "You ever try it?" Anne shook her head. "No. And I'm afraid to try," she admitted. Traci grinned. "And I've never tried with a girl, either. So how about if we try things out to see what we like most, huh?" ********** "So," Anne said as she gazed over her malt, "who shall we do tonight?" Traci squeezed Anne's hand under the table. "I don't know, sweetie," she answered. "How about Jack? He's pretty well hung, and he's got good stamina. I think he should be able to get us both before he collapses." Anne glanced, then nodded. "Sounds good, dearest." She gave Traci's hand a squeeze. "Did I ever thank you for introducing me to threesomes? I never knew I was bi." She gazed lovingly at Traci. "But I really, really prefer busty brunettes!" Traci blushed. "Well, I may not have properly thanked you for letting me see the light of lesbian love." She smiled. "Besides, it's a lot more fun to be able to keep loving someone after the guy wears out." Anne snickered. "Yes, love, and we seem to be able to wear them out pretty quickly, don't we?" The two pushed their malts aside and stood as one. With a hungry gleam in their eyes, they sauntered over to their prey. The guys looked longingly, hoping that they would be selected by the inseparable pair. According to rumor, the two were lesbian lovers. And yet, they also had a reputation of being nymphomaniacs, always doing a threesome with some lucky guy. Hand in hand, the two girls zeroed in on their target. Jack looked up, and his eyes widened as he recognized the look. He grinned even as his prick began to harden in anticipation of an evening of fun, while all around him, guys looked on enviously, hoping that someday, they'd get a turn with the two insatiable girls. Behind the counter at her new job, Deanna wrinkled her nose as she watched the two. "Sick," she muttered under her breath. "I created a monster!" FIN