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Mind over Matter
By Rachel Ann Cooper (c) 2002
"Hey Ken. Wanna go shoot some pool?"
"How about some hoops instead, Ron?"
Now, I have to tell ya, hoops are not my favorite thing. I
mean, I'm okay at it but Ken's all over me like a blanket.
He's just a little too big for me to handle. I'm only 5'7"
and he's 6'2". Pool levels the playing field. So, maybe
tomorrow we'll shoot some pool. After all, it's my pool
table. Well, no, it's not MINE but it's in my house, okay?
So, Ken racked up three wins on me in straight 21 point
games and frankly, I was pooped.
"Ron, you are such a wussy. Shrimp soup."
"Well, if you're so great, why aren't you on the basketball
team, flash?"
"You know why, Ron. All I need is an asthma attack in the
middle of a game. It happens in gym sometimes. Why you on
my case?"
"'Cause you're on MINE, that's why. Okay, okay. Uncle. I
give up. You win, stretch. Go home and chill. I'll see you
in home room tomorrow."
"You know Ron, you really need to get that chip off your
shoulder. Not everybody can be a star."
"Yeah. Well, it would be nice to be a star in SOMETHING for
a change, you know? Math club just doesn't cut it for me.
Just for once I'd like to star, even it was just for my
body. There's more to me than just being smart. Is that too
much to ask?"
"No, I suppose it's not."
"Okay. I'll see ya tomorrow Ken. 'Bye."
Tomorrow came and mostly went. It was Math club day and so
Ken and I couldn't play pool and I had to walk home. Dad
had grounded me, so I couldn't have my Neon back for
another two weeks. Ken said he had something to do anyway,
something about a girl.
At the local Mickey D's, the girl was seated, waiting at a
corner table.
"Hi Olga. I'm glad you could meet me."
"No problem Ken but what this about? I have to get home and
help Grandma."
"This concerns your Grandma too, if the stories I've heard
are true."
"And here I thought I'd shaken the Gypsy heritage thing.
Fat chance. All right. It's going to cost you, but what is
it?"
"I need a curse put on someone, well, maybe not a curse, a
spell. Can she do that?"
"Are you kidding? Of course she can do it, but we Gypsy's
are more ethical here than in the old country. She doesn't
like doing bad stuff to people."
"How much do you want, Olga?"
"Tell me what YOU want first, Ken. Then we'll decide the
price. Grandma just does these things for fun now. You'll
be paying ME."
"Okay. I want to do a favor for a friend. He wants to get
into the marching band and I'd really like to see him in
it, but I'd like you to put a little twist on the spell,
just for me. I know it will make him very happy in the end,
even it he doesn't get into band."
"All right. Explain it. I've seen Grandma do some pretty
heavy stuff. This should be a snap."
Ken then laid out his plan to Olga.
"Ken, this one's going to cost you. You're asking me to
alter reality. That's a biggie! I need a new engine for my
Mustang. You think you can swing that? It's $2,500
installed. You think you can do that?"
"For Ron? Sure. You'll get your money when I'm sure the
spell is cast."
"You know what happens if you don't pay. The spell goes on
YOU."
"So I've heard. Don't worry Olga. No need for threats.
You'll get your money, I promise."
Ken and Olga parted. What Ken had asked Olga to do was no
less severe than the mob putting a hit out on someone, he
knew, but he wanted his friend to be happy. He loved Ron
like a brother- - -mostly. Besides, he had another little
ulterior motive buried in the tall grass.
We made plans for Friday before the football game. I beat
him two out of three in straight pool. Something just
occurred to me. Ken is never in my line of sight when it's
my turn. It's like he gets some perverse pleasure out of
standing behind me.
*What the hell could he be looking at? Maybe he's cribbing
my shooting angle.*
So, there we were up in the stands during half time. The
score was 14 to 10 and we were winning. The band came out
for the halftime show. "That Piper Woodrow is one cute
majorette, isn't she Ken? Sometimes I wish I'd gone out for
band. At least I could be out there having some fun."
"That's a pretty short skirt, Ron. You'd probably freeze
your buns off."
Ron punched Ken on the shoulder hard. It barely moved him.
"I didn't say I wanted to be a majorette, Ken. You're right
though. Can't see how pantyhose can keep a girl warm. Lori
says they do but I don't believe her."
"So, why don't you try out, bro?"
"Ah, I'd never make it. Besides, the only thing I know how
to play is the clarinet, and I'm not very good at it. Not
much else to do in the band except play, is there? What's
the LOOK for Ken?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing Ron. I was just trying to picture you out
there doing your thing with the band."
We went back to watching the band. Now, this isn't to say
that we didn't enjoy the cheerleaders but the hottest babe
out there was Piper.
*Those uniforms are WAY cute though. I have to admit.*
The weekend and the next few days were SOS but then, on
Thursday morning, a strange thing happened.
"LORI? What's this skirt of yours doing in my closet? You
haven't got enough room with that six foot tomb you've got
in your room?" I took the skirt into her.
"Ron, that is not my skirt. If you've got a skirt in your
closet, it must be from one of your sweeties."
"I don't HAVE any sweeties, Lori. I'm a virgin and proud of
it, remember?"
"Hey, don't blame that on ME brother, dear. Not my fault.
Take it up with the management."
"Very funny. So, where do you want this thing?"
"I don't! Put it back where you found it. Maybe she'll come
back to get it."
"You're impossible Lori. I told you there's no girl."
"Well, I don't want it, so put it back or in the trash. I
don't care."
I couldn't help but notice it was a very nice skirt. Seemed
a shame to throw it out, especially with people in rags out
on the street. Maybe I could just donate it somewhere.
*Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll donate it when I have
time.*
After school the next day, Ken and I were hanging out over
a soda. "You wouldn't believe this, Ken. I was getting a
pair of slacks out of my closet and found this black skirt.
Lori says some chick must have left it but I've never had a
girl up in my room. You know that. You believe this crap?
She told me to put it back or throw it out. It's not hers.
Says it's not her size anyway. I decided to keep it and
donate it somewhere. What do you think?"
"If that's what you want to do, Ron. Sounds all right to
me. Black huh? What's it made of?"
"Leather man. It's freakin' leather. Nice. Soft. Never felt
anything so soft and creamy. Must be about knee length,
maybe a little shorter."
"Huh. Sounds sexy. Odd. Well, I'm sure the owner will show
up sooner or later."
Sunday morning I pulled out a white shirt for church. Only
it wasn't a white shirt. It was a white turtle necked
sleeveless thing. It looked tiny, long but tiny. Probably
clung like a second skin. I put it back real fast next to
the skirt. I pulled out another one. At least this looked
like a shirt but that collar- - -I was never going to be
able to wear a tie with it. Still, it was nice, so I put it
on. I noticed how soft IT was too!
"Lori, are you playing with my head? I just found some kind
of clingy blouse thing in my closet. It's white, a
sleeveless turtleneck. Is it yours? Tell me it's yours!"
"NO Ron. It is NOT mine. Now, will you stop bothering me
with all these wandering clothes stories. I've told you
they are not mine. If it's in your closet, it's YOURS,
okay? Now, if you don't mind, I have a test tomorrow and I
have to study. 'Bye." She closed the door on me.
*A fifteen year old sister can be such a pain. Well, now
I've got something else for charity. No big deal I guess.*
When I told Ken about the latest closet caper, he said,
"Well, more for charity, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Let's shoot. You're first."
Ken broke but didn't get in anything. Then, as usual, he
stood back while I shot for the five ball. "Ken, do I look
all right to you? Is my hair getting shaggy? I thought I
just got a haircut two weeks ago."
"I don't remember, dude. It looks fine a little longer. Why
don't you just let it grow some? I'll bet it will look
nice."
"You think?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay. If you say so."
I've always respected Ken's opinion so, if he says I'd look
nice with long hair, why not try it out, huh?
Wednesday, I got out a fresh pair of jeans from my drawer
and put them on. It seemed like they were kind of tight.
They felt good, kind of stretchy like.
*Did I get these last time I shopped? Brittania? Yeah, I
must have.*
I looked at myself in the mirror. The jeans fit me really
good. I never thought I'd like tight jeans but these made
my ass look good, really good. They were just a hair on the
long side though. Probably would look boss with a higher
heel like cowboy boots. The cream colored shirt had short
sleeves and it was kind of low cut but it looked nice on
me. And speaking of hair.
*Man, if I don't get a haircut, this stuff is going to take
over the room.*
I had to brush it back with no part and spritz it with some
of Lori's hair spray to get it to behave. By lunchtime it
was periodically falling in my eyes and tickling my ears. I
tried tucking it behind my ears.
Over lunch I asked Ken, "Hey, do I look like I've lost
weight to you bro? My face seems like, hollow. I don't
remember my cheekbones being this way and I feel like I'm
shrinking."
"I don't see anything much different about you Ron. You
look about like you always have to me, long hair and kind
of skinny. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wondered. Were you with me when I got
these jeans, man? I can't seem to remember when I got them.
They fit really good, don't they?"
"Yeah, Ron. They really do. Don't you remember when you got
those? It was just a couple weeks ago. You said you wanted
some hot jeans and believe me, those are hot jeans. You
bought several different kinds and some tops to go with
them. I like the narrow belt with them too. Don't you
remember?"
"Hot? I said that?"
"That's what you said."
"Oh, okay. If you say so. Feels like I'm being hugged to
death in these things. I think they'd look hotter with a
higher heel. What do you think?"
"Yeah. They would. Do you have any?"
"I- - -I don't know. I can't remember. Probably do. I'll
have to look. See you."
Well, at least no dresses showed up in my closet the
following day. That's what I was expecting. I got up, put
on my red satin bikini, my new jeans and that neat
turtleneck I found. Then I fixed my hair. I had to part it
in the middle because it was too long now to just brush
back.
*If this gets any longer, I'm going to have to have it
styled or put it in a ponytail. Well, I guess it won't be
the first time. It was kind of swingy that way, but I guess
that's okay.*
Ken really liked the new top. Said it looked really sharp
on me. I really didn't think I had enough on top to make it
interesting but Ken disagreed.
"You have a nice body, Ronnie," he said.
Funny how I like being complimented by Ken. He always knows
just what to say to make me feel better. He said he really
liked the ankle boots I found in my shoe rack too. They
have a 2" stacked heel, just right to make the jeans hang
straight. I'm glad I looked and found them in the corner.
When I got home that day, I got undressed, put my panties
in the hamper and climbed in the shower. My hair needed
shampooing and I really needed to shave my pits and legs.
They were getting awful. After I got out and put lotion on,
I felt more human. I wrapped a towel around my chest, one
around my hair and padded to the bedroom.
After I blow dried my hair, I found no other way to make it
behave than to put it up in one of the scrunchies I had on
my vanity. I felt like the purple one.
*Man, I need a bigger vanity.*
After selecting a fresh pair of hip hugger panties, I found
the bra I wanted in my top drawer. It was a white demi cup
and pushed me up a little. Then I put on a tee from the
chest that said, "Daddy's girl" on it and then put my
stretchy, low rider jeans back on. They did look hot. It
was times like this I was glad I had such a tiny waist.
Then I went to my closet and got out a pair of sandals from
my shoe rack. I couldn't believe I had so many nondescript
clothes in my closet. I'd just put on a pair of black
leather T strap sandals, about the same height as the
boots, when Mom called.
"Ronnie, will you come down and help me set the table
honey?"
"Sure, Mom. Give me a minute, will you?"
I dialed Ken. "Ken? Yeah, hi. Listen, I really don't think
I'm going to give that leather skirt away. I mean, it's
really nice, ya know? I don't have that many nice skirts
and I can't wear Lori's. She's too small still. Listen, are
you SURE I haven't lost a lot of weight lately? I feel so-
- -skinny. I'm barely holding on to my 'B', ya know? And if
anything, I still feel like I'm shrinking. Didn't I used to
be 5'7" tall?"
"Oh, c'mon Ronnie. Quit complaining. You look great. And
you've been 5'4" since last year. That's why you like high
heels so much. You're not tiny, just petite. Lots of girls
would give their eye teeth to look as cute as you."
"You're not just saying that?"
"Of course not, honey. You've been one of the cutest girls
in class since you've been 13. Why would I lie?"
"Okay. I guess you wouldn't. Thanks. It's my turn to go
help Mom set the table. I'll see you in school. Bye."
As I was helping Mom, I asked her, "Mom, do you like Ken?"
"Sure honey, why not? He's a nice boy. You've known him
since you were six. Your daddy likes him too. And we all
KNOW how much YOU like him."
"Are you trying to embarrass me?"
"Yes, a little bit, honey. You look good together."
"Mom, do I look all right to you? Do I need a haircut?"
"You might want a trim honey but a ponytail and big hoops
looks cute on you. You did want to grow it longer, right?"
"Yes, I guess so. Thanks."
*Funny. I didn't remember putting in my 3" hoops. I always
keep studs in the upper holes though.*
The table was set, so I went in and straightened out the
living room a little.
*Lori doesn't like housekeeping but I don't see what the
big deal is.*
Feet and knees together, I stooped to pick up a sales
ticket off the floor.
*I really need to paint these toes for sandals. Think I'll
do that after dinner.*
Nobody seemed to think anything was different about me but
somehow, I knew that I wasn't quite right. I just couldn't
put my finger on it. That night I got into my nightgown.
*I could have sworn my Pjs were hanging there before but
no, there were my satin Pjs in the chest of drawers.*
I curled up with my giant teddy bear and went to sleep. In
the morning, I fixed my hair and then did my makeup. I
wanted to go for a little bit of a dramatic look today, so
I did the liquid eyeliner with 3 shadows to make my eyes
pop, put on fresh undies and my black thigh high hose, then
wriggled into that leather skirt along with a purple blouse
and my black knee high boots with the 3" heels. They were
killer even if they did have sort of chunky heels! Ken came
to pick me up for school in his black Celica. I really like
that car. The seats aren't very far apart.
Ken put his arm around me for the walk from the parking lot
to homeroom. It felt good to be in his arms. I can't
remember wanting anything else.
"You look fabulous, Ronnie, very sexy in that skirt and
boots."
"Oh, thank you my prince. You know I do it just for YOU,
but couldn't you just ONCE in a while call me Veronica?
Ronnie is so, well, boyish and I'm all girl. Don't you
agree?"
"Yes, you certainly are, Veronica." Ken stopped, bent down
and kissed me then and all seemed right with the world.
We shouldn't have been kissing like that in the parking
lot. I don't know why I was ever worried about the stuff in
my closet. There's just a few dumb boy things in there and
I have no idea how they got there. I'll bag them up and
donate them soon. I mean, what girl wouldn't want a closet
full of skirts, blouses, dresses and pretty shoes? I know I
have a better wardrobe than my little sister. I've had two
more years to work on it.
I was waiting for Ken at his car after school. Before Ken
could get away from his locker, however, Olga showed up.
"Do you have my money, Ken? It is done. Veronica is yours.
Grandma created a paradox. Reality for you, Ron and all who
know you is now forever changed."
"She did a GREAT job, Olga. Just GREAT. Thank you. Here's
your money. I got it for you after school yesterday. I've
still got plenty in my college fund. This is the best thing
for Ronnie and for me. I've been really lonely."
"We'll not talk of this again, Ken, and soon your memories
of this whole thing will be gone. Veronica has always been
a girl, your dream girl. You will marry her and have two
children. Now, go!"
As Ken was driving me home after school he said, "Veronica,
I thought you were interested in getting in the band. You
seemed pretty keen on it last week."
"I know, Ken, and I DO think those uniforms the majorettes
wear are really cute. And it WOULD be fun to be out there
strutting in front of the crowd but I'm selfish. That would
mean I'd miss these rides home and our pool games and you
ogling my butt when I'm making a shot. I'd have to go to
band practice every day. I can't just give up our time
together for some silly, fleeting kicks. You mean too much
to me Ken."
"That's really sweet of you to say that Ronnie. We're
here." Ken parked in front of the garage, a blind spot from
the house.
"Come here, sugar."
"Oh, Ken, you are so big and strong. You make me feel so
small and feminine. I just love you."
"Yes, I know!"
As he buried his tongue between my ruby lips and gently
fondled my right breast, I was SURE he knew that I loved
him.
END
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