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The Magic Show By Katie Dale My family bought tickets for "The Great Carla's Magic Show". This was mainly a children's oriented magic show, and we thought my little ten-year-old brother and nine-year-old sister would enjoy it. So the whole family went - all five of us. I was thirteen. The theater was packed, mostly with families that had little children. Our seats were in the third row. Carla the magician, clad in a tuxedo and top hat, started with some standard tricks - card tricks, magic rings, mind reading - stuff you're used to. Then she moved on to some more interesting tricks - inflating a balloon and popping it, revealing a live dove inside. Causing a little girl from the audience to hover above everyone's head. She asked for a brave assistant from the audience, and a brave little boy climbed up on the stage. She put him inside a box and proceeded to insert knives into the box, from all sides, in a way that it seemed impossible that she wouldn't have stabbed the boy. In the end, she removed the knives and opened the box, and the boy was whole as he was in the beginning. She made a girl from the audience disappear from under a cloth and reappear hanging from a light-fixture. And she put a father from the audience inside a box and sliced him in half. Her tricks looked pretty convincing. But, you know, magic isn't real - it's just an illusion. For her grand final?, she said she needed two big kids from the audience. She looked around the room, and asked me to climb up onto the stage. "Go on, Jack," my little brother urged. "Yeah, Jack, go up on the stage," said my little sister. "Nah, I'd rather not." I said. "Oh, come on, Jack, what are you afraid of? It's just a show!" Sam, my little brother, said again. "I'm not afraid of anything, I just don't want to." Then my mother joined in. "Come on, do it for your brother and sister - they'll be so proud of you." Then Carla came down from the stage, walked over to me and took me by the hand. I felt embarrassed, but stood up and followed her up and onto the stage. I looked around - there must have been five hundred people in that audience. It made me nervous being up there all by myself. "Let's everyone give a big hand to Jack!" Carla said, and the whole audience burst into a loud applause. When they quieted down, Carla said, "Now I need a second assistant - this time a girl." With that, she again jumped down from the stage, walked over to a school group in the middle of the theater, and came back. She had brought with her a girl who seemed about my age, but was about a head shorter than me. (I was rather tall for my age.) Carla introduced the girl as Jenny. Jenny and I shook hands. Jenny was very pretty, I had to admit. She had shoulder-length straight brown hair and blue eyes. She seemed to be wearing a bit of make-up. She was very slim with a somewhat developed chest. She was wearing a short-sleeved pink top that clung to her body emphasizing her breasts, and a pleated black skirt that reached mid-thigh. She was wearing black tights and black shiny dress-shoes. I looked at her pretty smile and forgot my nervousness. I was enjoying being on the stage beside her, and began to feel comfortable. I was wondering if I could meet Jenny again after the magic show ended and we all went home. I guess I was developing some sort of crush on Jenny. Carla interrupted my thoughts and began to ask us questions. "Tell me, Jack, Jenny, have either of you ever flown before?" Jenny said no, I said I'd been in an airplane a few times. "I didn't mean with the assistance of an airplane, I meant on your own, in thin air." I assured her that I had never flown before. Carla moved on to her next question. "Have either of you ever been invisible before?" The audience laughed. We both responded, "No." Then there was a strange noise, and I guess the loudspeaker system broke down for a moment, because Carla's next question was a lot quieter. "Have you ever traded bodies with someone else before?" We both chuckled and answered, "No." Our answers were also a lot quieter. Then we heard a crackle and the microphone began to work again. "Okay, please come with me over to the side as the stage prepares itself." Two rectangular boxes began descending from the ceiling. They were each suspended by a single chain attached to the middle of the roof, and as they descended, the boxes slowly revolved. They stopped about a foot above the stage. The box on the right was pink and the one on the left was blue. The walls of the boxes were clear glass; the ceilings and floors were solid opaque material. On the outside of each box, attached to the ceilings, were rolls of what appeared to be rolled-up cloth; my guess was that these could be unrolled to cover the glass walls and hide what was inside the boxes. Carla took us over to inspect the boxes. The ceilings and floors seemed solid, without any holes, openings, or trap-doors. One wall of the box was actually a door that opened outwards; there was a latch on the outside of the door that could lock it shut against the wall at its side, by means of a padlock. When locked, there seemed to be absolutely no way to escape from the inside, as the lock was only accessible from the outside. I wasn't too keen on the idea of being locked inside a box, but Jenny giggled and I again forgot my uneasiness. We looked closer as Carla displayed the inside contents of the boxes. There were two foot-shapes painted on the floor, about a foot apart, where I supposed we were supposed to place our feet. Beside each foot-shape, attached to the floor, was a short chain with a large handcuff attached to each. These, I assumed, were to lock our feet in place. Attached to each sidewall was a thin metal handle, which I supposed we were to hold onto. Beside each handle was another chain and handcuff. Descending from the roof were two belt-like straps. Carla asked me to help Jenny inside the pink box. Jenny placed one foot on the moving floor, and I gave her a hand and helped her up. Once she was inside, she turned around, facing the door, and placed her feet on the foot-shapes as Carla told her. Carla told me to put the cuffs on Jenny's ankles. "I'm not sure Jenny would like me to do that to her," I said. "Oh, I'm sure Jenny's a good sport and doesn't mind, right Jenny?" said Carla. "It's okay, Jack." Jenny said. So I fastened the cuffs to her ankles, making sure they were tight enough so that Jenny couldn't escape but not too tight that they would hurt, just as Carla instructed me to. Next, Jenny was told to hold onto the handles, and I obediently fastened the handcuffs on her wrists. Then Carla told me to loop the straps below Jenny's armpits and buckle them tight. Carla told Jenny to try to move and escape from the cuffs. She tried moving her arms and legs but couldn't, and said into the microphone that she's stuck. "Good," said Carla. "Now give her a little kiss on the cheek for good luck, and then you can close and lock the door. I did as I was told. Jenny was now bound and locked inside the pink box. Now Carla took my arm and led me over to the blue box. Before long I was chained, strapped and locked inside it the way Jenny was locked in the pink one. Once the door was sealed shut, I noticed I couldn't hear a thing anymore. The box was soundtight. I could see Carla saying something but couldn't hear what it was. I looked to my left, at Jenny inside the pink box. She smiled back at me and winked. Then the boxes started to rise into the air. I held the handles tight so as not to lose my balance as we were raised high into the air. Looking down, I could see the people in the audience looking up at us. The boxes slowly revolved as they rose into the air. After they rose to maybe a height of seven or eight meters, they stopped rising. We hung in the air, revolving ever-so-slightly. A moment later, the rolls of fabric started to descend outside the glass walls of our cabinets. Looking around, I noticed that the blue fabric was covering all the walls of my chamber. As it descended, the box got darker and darker. When it finished descending, the box was pitch-black. I couldn't even see myself - my compartment was light- and sound-proof. I began feeling nervous and tried to move a bit, only to be reminded that my hands and feet were shackled in place. There was nothing I could do. Something started to happen, but I couldn't tell what. There was a butterfly-feeling in my stomach, which I thought just meant I was nervous. Then I heard a popping sound, and the box I was in swayed slightly. I thought I would lose my balance, but didn't, of course, since I was locked in place. The straps below my armpits held me up. Something felt slightly different, as if the handles I was gripping had moved slightly upwards. And there was a strange feeling all over my body. I couldn't tell what it was. A few moments later the curtains began to rise again. I began seeing again, and could see the blue curtains rising slowly. I noticed the audience clapping ferociously, but the height made me nervous so I decided to keep my head level and not look down. My box began to descend. I couldn't tell why everyone liked the trick so much - I was still inside the blue box, as I began. As my box descended, it swayed slightly, bringing the pink box into view. Then I noticed something strange. In the pink box, where Jenny had been previously, I could see myself - an exact replica of my body, wearing the exact same clothes I had been wearing. This is a strange trick - I thought to myself. Where is Jenny? Then my eyes caught sight of something pink below my neck and I looked down at myself in horror. I was wearing Jenny's clothes. I looked a little closer and noticed that I wasn't only wearing her clothes - I was wearing her body! I now had breasts! And I realized that when I thought that the handles had moved upwards - they hadn't actually moved - I had gotten shorter! I began to panic, and I passed out. When I came to, I was hanging in place by the straps below my armpits. The door to my box was now open and Jenny, in my body, was brushing my cheeks with a cold wet towel. I looked at her/him, only I saw myself - but it wasn't myself, because I was now her. The boy standing in front of me looked horrified like myself, but said to me - in my voice (my old voice), "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll change us back right away." "Did you know she would do this to us?" I asked in a girl's voice. "Hell no! Man, I'd sure like to kill that magical bitch!" I actually chuckled - it was funny hearing my own voice - controlled by someone else - talking like that. Carla handed Jenny (in my body) a ring of keys and s/he unlocked me, and helped me out of the box. It felt very strange walking in tights and a skirt, and something was definitely missing between my legs. I looked at myself and felt very uneasy about being dressed so on-display, uncovered. I could see the boys in the audience looking and smiling at me, remembering the thoughts I had when I looked at good-looking girls, and felt sick. Nobody, except Carla, Jenny and me, knew that we had switched bodies. Everyone thought that we just "magically" switched boxes. I thought I would throw-up and clutched my stomach. But I felt even sicker when I felt the foreign stomach that was now mine, in the tight smooth pink shirt that was covering it, so I quickly drew my arms away again. "Calm down!" the boy told me. "She'll change us back - she HAS to!" But she didn't. Carla made us take a couple of bows and shook our hands. Everyone applauded. We asked her to change us back, but she just laughed, saying we were good actors. Before we knew it, Carla disappeared into thin air, and we were escorted by four big burly male stage-hands off the stage and into the crowd. The lights on the stage went off, the curtain closed and the stairs disappeared. And the lights in the audience came on. Everyone started getting up, getting ready to leave. Jenny and I looked at each other in horror. "We've GOT to find her!" I said and we frantically started running around looking for a way to get back on the stage or for a door to backstage or something. But everything was locked. A couple of girls came up to me and said, "Jenny, Ms. Michaels said we have to leave now." But I paid no attention to them. Jenny and I continued searching. My father came up and told Jenny (who was now in my old body) that they had to leave now. Jenny protested, and I tried to explain, but my father wouldn't hear any explanation. He was mad now, and he grabbed Jenny by the wrist and pulled him away. A minute later a couple of boys, who I guess were in Jenny's class, came up to me, lifted my up by the arms and carried me onto the school bus that took us back to Jenny's school. I tried to break free, but they thought it was a game and didn't let go until I was on the bus. I just sat on the bus and cried. Nobody knew why. We got to the school and everyone ran inside the building. I walked inside, slowly, but had no idea where I was supposed to go. I wandered around the halls, wondering what I would do, until a bell rang. Everyone ran out of the classrooms and to their lockers, grabbed there stuff and ran out. I remained standing there, looking around, bewildered. I had no idea where Jenny's locker was; even if I could find it, I wouldn't know her combination. I had no idea where Jenny lived, and had no idea where I'd go. I had no money on me so I couldn't take a cab to my own home; come to think of it, I had no idea where I was, at all! I didn't really pay attention as the bus drove and the neighborhood here was totally unfamiliar to me. I thought about calling my own home and asking to speak to Jack, but I had no money for the pay phone. I decided I'd try to ask in the office if I could use the phone, or if I could borrow a quarter. But I had no idea where the office was. So I began wandering the halls again. As I was wandering, I realized that I didn't even have a clue what Jenny's last name was. This was a freakin' nightmare! I never found the office, but after a long while a tall boy ran up to me panting. "Jenny! I've been looking all over for you! What happened to you? Where've you been?" I had no idea who it was. "Who are you?" I asked, in a whimper. He looked at me in bewilderment, then he noticed that I had been crying. He felt my forehead. "Jenny, are you sick?" "Please tell me who you are," I said. He said, "You know who I am. I'm your brother, Rick. What's going on, Jenny? You were supposed to meet me by my car an hour ago." I felt nervous and vulnerable. "Prove to me that you're my brother," I said. I wanted him to be my brother - it was my only hope. But I needed to be sure before I confided in him and let him help me. I just hope I wouldn't annoy him in the process. "Please," I said. "Forgive me - something happened today - just do me a favor and show me some proof that you're my brother and then I'll explain everything to you." He looked confused, thought for a moment, and then took out his wallet. He produced a family picture and held it before my eyes. I looked at the picture. There Jenny was, standing beside Rick and a few other people. There were two parents there - the mother really resembled Jenny. I figured this was proof enough. "Okay, Rick, I guess you are Jenny's brother. Now, do you want the easy version or the true version?" "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, I COULD tell you that I fell and hit my head today, and forgot everything. I can't remember a thing - who I am, who my family is, what my last name is, where I live, where my locker or classroom is - nothing! All I remember is that my name's Jenny, and that's that. That would probably work. But that's not really true. "The TRUTH is that I'm not really Jenny. My name's Jack. Today I went with my family to a magic show. Your sister Jenny also went to the magic show, with her class. As the last trick of the show, the Great Carla swapped our bodies - Jenny's and mine. After the show she just disappeared and there was no way to swap back. People from Jenny's class picked me up and took me back here to school, but since I'm not really Jenny, I don't know anything that Jenny's supposed to know. I don't even know her last name. I'm really a boy named Jack - Jack Winters, and it freaks me out to be in a girl's body." Rick stood and stared at me. He felt my forehead again, and then rubbed the top of my head. "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to believe. On the one hand, you're definitely Jenny - you look exactly like her. There's no doubt that this is Jenny's body. And you don't look like you've fallen and banged your head, like the 'easy' version you told me at first. Yet I can't really believe the second version you told me, either. I mean, everyone knows that magic isn't real - it's just illusions. There's no way that you could have swapped bodies with Jenny. I just don't know what to think, don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. You can be sure that Mom and Dad will never believe the second story. As you know, or maybe you don't know, they're both doctors, and if you try telling them that story they'll send you straight to a loony bin. I wouldn't really tell them the falling on the head story either because they're bound to send you for all kinds of tests. I don't know what to think, and I don't know what to tell you. I just feel really bad for you, that's all. You sure are in some big pile of muck! Well, what do you want to do? I've got to get home with Jenny before Mom gets worried." I thought for a minute. "I don't know, I've got to think all this through. I guess just take me home for the time being. Just do your best to coach me on being Jenny. Tell me everything - even the basic things, like where my bedroom is and what my other brothers' and sisters' names are and stuff like that. Remember that I don't know anything. I'll have to figure out what to do. By the way, do you know where my locker is?" He didn't. So we just left in his car and headed for Jenny's house. On the way home he tried to tell me everything (my last name's Beck), who my brothers and sisters are, everything we do. But I told him there was no way I could remember all this. He handed me some paper and a pen so I could start writing some of it down. As I was writing he remarked that my handwriting looked a lot different! We got home, and luckily nobody was there. There was a note on the door saying that Mom got called back to the hospital. She asked that Rick pick up Terry from her dance lessons and Josh from his soccer practice, and that Jenny make everyone dinner (there was frozen pizza in the freezer); she didn't know when she'd get back and Dad would be home around midnight. That was good, I thought. It would give me time to get used to some things, look around, and to try to call Jenny back at my house. Rick showed me to my room. It was a girl's room, with pink wallpaper and photographs of puppies; a white bed with fluffy satin sheets, and a full-sized mirror on the closet door. It looked really girlish and made me feel real nervous. I asked Rick what Jenny would usually do when she got home from school. He said I'd usually change into less formal clothes, take a snack out of the fridge and watch TV or check her email. I had no idea what I was supposed to change into - I didn't know what girl's casual clothes were. Rick said that he thought that what I wore the day before was hanging behind the door. With that, he said he had to go pick up Terry and Josh, and he needed to stop by a friend's place on the way, and that he'd be back in about an hour. I was left alone in Jenny's room, alone in Jenny's house. I didn't know what to do. This whole situation made me feel sick. I decided I needed to contact Jenny so we could plan how to find Carla and make her switch us back. And I needed her to explain to me how to be her until we did find Carla. I picked up the phone in Jenny's room and dialed my number. But I got the answering machine. I'd try again later - I didn't want to leave a message because I knew my brother and sister would tease me about having a girlfriend. I stood up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. I turned from side to side. All the years I had felt so glad that I wasn't a girl. Knowing how guys got turned on when they saw a good looking girl, I felt sorry for them. Girls seemed so dumb to me to dress that way - turning themselves into toys, sex-objects instead of people. Now I was one of those girls, dressed just that way, in a short skirt, tight shirt and tights! Yuck! The first thing I had to do was to change into something more modest. I looked at the clothes hanging behind the door - what Rick said "I" wore yesterday. It was a small T-shirt and a pair of spandex shorts, light blue with black polka dots. There was no way I could wear that. I started looking through the closet. None of the dresses or skirts seemed long enough to me (I wanted something that would reach my ankles). I looked through the clothes on the shelves and in the drawers. The only thing I could find that would make me feel somewhat comfortable was what looked like an old beat-up pair of jeans, probably what Jenny wore when she raked leaves or something like that. I carefully removed the skirt and top, then took off the tights, being careful not to accidentally see myself in the mirror. Then I pulled the jeans on, and was again disappointed - I couldn't do them up around my hips as I had been accustomed to do as a boy; they would only fit if they hung on my waist. But that meant that they fit snugly on my rear and emphasized what I was missing (and sorely missed!) in the front. I had no choice and wore them like that. (I couldn't help noticing that I had been able to move a lot more freely with the short skirt on than with the tight heavy jeans.) I managed to find a long baggy T-shirt - I imagined that Jenny probably wore it as pajamas, but it was the most decent thing I could find. I put that on over the bra. I went over and looked in the mirror. Although I now looked a lot less provocative, there was no hiding the fact that I was a girl, and a very good looking one at that. I had a feeling that I had become one of those girls who are so naturally beautiful that even if they rolled around in the mud all day until they were filthy, they'd still look better than most well-dressed girls. The thought made me feel sick, for the umpteenth time that day. I looked through the drawers and found a pair of white gym-socks which I pulled over my hairless feet. Looking once more in the mirror and feeling utterly hopeless, I left the room and went downstairs. I was now feeling quite hungry and went to look for the kitchen. I ate an apple. I still felt hungry but too nervous and nauseous to eat anything else. I tried calling my home again and again got the answering machine. I wondered where my family was, and how Jenny was dealing with being me? Was she suffering as much as I was? I wondered if she'd try to contact me and get some pointers? Still with the house all to myself, I decided to give myself a grand tour to become familiar with the place before everyone got home. Just as I finished up, Rick pulled up in the car. I was standing in the entrance when Rick walked in, with Terry and Josh at his heels. Terry seemed to be my ten-year-old brother Sam's age, and Josh seemed a little younger than my nine-year-old sister. They were really adorable, and both still in costume - Terry in a leotard and tights with a blue skirt pulled over, and Josh in his soccer uniform. Terry looked shocked when she saw me. Josh laughed and said, "You're sure dressed funny!" Rick came to my defense. "Leave her alone, she's had a tough day." Josh ran up and grabbed my hand. "Jen-Jen, Ricky said you're gonna make us pizza. Can I have mine with olives on top?" He was sweet. It wasn't his fault that I wasn't his real sister. I tried to pat him on the head in a sisterly way and said, "I don't see why not - as long as we have olives in the house. Why don't you and Terry go and change into normal clothes and I'll get a start on the pizza." "I want mine plain, without olives," said Terry, eyeing me somewhat suspiciously. Then the two of them ran up the stairs to their bedrooms. "I'll help you with the pizza," Rick said, and motioned me into the kitchen. "Um, I suppose I could do it myself if you showed me where everything is. Are there instructions written on the box?" He pulled out a stool from under the counter. "Have a seat. I'll take care of it." He sure seemed like a nice big brother. "I see you've changed your clothes." He hesitated a bit. "Jenny, I don't mean to tell you what to do or anything like that. It's just that - Jenny, you never dress like that. Mom and Dad are going to be worried about you if they see you like that. It's just too out-of-character. You always dress real attractive." "Rick, I don't know what to do. I can't dress like that. It makes me sick. I don't want to be attractive. I don't want to attract anybody's attention. I can't dress up like a doll, a painting, an object for people to look at. I just can't do it." I felt myself beginning to cry. Rick put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Jenny, it'll be okay." He gave me a hug. "I think you just need to get a good rest over the weekend. We'll get all this stuff sorted out. I'll help you, okay? I don't have any plans for the weekend anyway. Remember how you helped me out when I got caught shoplifting? Now it's my turn to help you out. Okay?" "Thanks, Rick," I said, not knowing how I would get out of this mess. After dinner, Josh asked me to read him a story before bed but Rick interjected and said he'd read to him, because I needed to rest. Once the kids were once again in their rooms, I made my way to the study to make the phone call. My brother Sam answered the phone. I acted as if I didn't recognize his voice. "May I speak with Mr. Jack Lapson please?" "He's no mister, he's just Jack," said smart-alec Sam. Then I heard a very loud "JJJJAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK, PHOOOOONE CAAAAAAALL!" "Hullo?" my voice said to me. "Jenny?" I said. "Jack?" s/he said. "Wait a minute. Where can I take a phone in private here?" "There's one in my bedroom, behind the TV set." I told her. "Okay, hold on a sec... Okay, I'm back... HANG UP THE PHONE IN THERE!... ... Okay, I think we're all alone." "Jenny, I'm going out of my mind in your body." I told him about everything that had happened since leaving the magic show. She filled me in on what happened to him. The family had gone for a long walk in Blueberry Park, then out for a pizza dinner. Everyone was surprised when "he" ordered olive pizza, since I hate olives. They had just gotten home a short while ago. "He" was doing "his" best not to say much so as not to let on that he had absolutely no idea who he had become and who his new family was. We agreed that we had to meet, as soon as possible. He suggested that I ask Rick to drive me over there in the morning since there wasn't anyone in my family that could drive him over here. Rick would know how to get there. So I said I'd ask Rick and call him back in the morning. I went back to Jenny's room and decided to get ready for bed. I took a quick shower, doing my best to keep my eyes closed so that I wouldn't notice my new body, dried of with a towel, and put on the most modest nightgown that I could find in Jenny's drawer. It was pink, had short sleeves and ended about an inch above my knees. I didn't find any pants pajamas in the drawers so I had to settle for this. I put a pink terry-cloth robe on top (that just covered my knees), and went back to Jenny's room. My hair was now a mess and falling into my eyes, but I didn't feel like brushing it, so I looked around, found a scrunchie and put it up in a ponytail. Then I began to look around the room some more. I found a drawer with a bunch of photo albums in it. I decided to look through them. I took them out and laid them on the bed. I was feeling kind of hot with the robe on, so making sure the door was closed, I removed the robe and just sat on the bed in the nightgown, legs together to make sure too much wasn't visible. There were pictures of Jenny from when she was born until the present. She was always dressed really pretty, really nice. There wasn't a single picture of her wearing something like the jeans outfit I wore earlier. There were pictures of her with all sorts of friends. I found a group of pictures of a magic show where she posed as the leotard-clad magician's assistant. I made a mental note to ask her if maybe she knows something about magic, maybe she can help get us switched back. She sure seemed to be well-rounded. There were pictures of her in beautiful fancy dresses accepting awards for excellence in academic studies. There were pictures of her on the school swim team. There were pictures of her doing some kind of dance performance with a group of other girls and a few boys. There was a picture of her clad in a pink leotard and white tights, ballerina style, with her eyes blindfolded and hands tied behind her back, and someone tickling her neck with a feather. And there were pictures of her doing gymnastics. She looked absolutely beautiful in all the pictures. (I had forgotten that it was really "me" I was looking at - if I had remembered, seeing "myself" looking so beautiful would no doubt have made me sick...) I noticed that she seemed very flexible; there were lots of pictures of her doing the splits, in various forms, and other types of body twists. I began to wonder if I was really that flexible, and if I could really do the splits. I started to move my legs a bit, then noticed that if I did that if I was careful to keep my nightgown down, it interfered with my movement, and if I lifted it up a bit, my underwear would be clearly visible. But the thought of wearing gymnastics clothes or something of that sort made me uncomfortable, so I decided to forget about the whole idea. I closed the albums, got under the blankets and closed my eyes. But I couldn't fall asleep. My curiosity began to get the better of me. As a boy, I was never very flexible at all, but I always got sort-of excited by girls who could do the splits. Now I really wanted to know if I could do them. I got out of bed and turned the light back on. Then I took the pair of light-blue spandex shorts down from the hook on the door and quickly slipped them up my legs and onto my waist. Nobody's going to see this, I thought, so if I'm doing this, I might as well do it right. I looked through the drawers and found a black sleeveless spandex top. I took off the nightgown and pulled it over my head, over my chest and down as far as it went. It ended about two or three inches above my belly-button. I also noticed in the drawer a black spandex bikini bottom which seemed to match the top I now had on. I figured, what the hell, and pulled it on over the spandex shorts. Now I went and stood before the mirror. At first I was shocked and kind-of sickened by what I saw. I looked like a real girl! There was no denying that I now had a girl's body! I almost turned away, but I forced myself to continue looking and began to actually feel somewhat girlish. I thought I looked really cool. I noticed that my hair was really messy so I took out the scrunchie I was wearing and brushed my hair the best I could with a brush that was on the dresser. Then I switched the scrunchie for a light-blue one that would match the shorts I was wearing, and carefully placed it in my hair. I stood in front of the mirror staring. I turned from side to side, observing in awe. Then I stood up straight, facing the mirror. Keeping my eyes on the mirror, I placed my hands on my hips and slowly began to slide my legs apart. They parted and parted, and I began to descend, and descend, until - I couldn't believe it - my legs had opened to a complete 180 degrees, and were flat on the ground! I was amazed at how easy it had been to do this! I began to twist my body into all kinds of positions, like the ones that I had seen in the photos. It really amazed me how I could move so freely. But the position that most interested me was the splits - as I had began. I began to really enjoy this and briefly forgot my troubles. I suppose I got a little carried away. At one point, I transferred myself from a position lying on my stomach with my ankles behind my neck to the normal splits position. Then I noticed it. In the mirror, I could see Rick, standing in the doorway. "Wow, Jenny, that's more like yourself. You're really good!" I was so startled that I screamed, and then jumped up (although it took my a second to get up from the splits) and grabbed a sheet off the bed to cover myself. I felt so embarrassed that he had seen me so undressed. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You look really good! You're real pretty! You've got nothing to be ashamed of!" "How... how long have you been watching me?" I asked, horrified. "I dunno, five, maybe ten minutes I suppose. I was worried about you so I came to check on you. I knocked, but since I thought you might be sleeping, I knocked quietly. When you didn't respond I figured you were sleeping and opened the door to make sure everything was okay. I was so relieved by what I saw - it looked like you were back to your old self; after a whole day of worrying, I couldn't help watching and admiring you. I hope you're not mad." "I feel so... weird dressed like this. It's embarrassing. I'm so uncovered, so displayed..." "Come on, Jenny, you're exaggerating. I want to show you something. Now take off the sheet." I didn't want to rid myself of the protection of the sheet, and just stood there, clutching it. Rick walked over and gently tugged it off my shoulders and out of my hands, letting it fall to the floor. I just stood there, feeling naked. I didn't know what to do. "Good, that's better. Now come with me." He took my hand and led me back in front of the mirror. "Take a good look. Now be honest with yourself. Isn't that the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Jenny, honest. If you weren't my sister I sure would have the hots for you!" I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do. He was right, I did look really good. But I was supposed to be a boy. I wasn't supposed to look like this. Boys would never dress like this. And I was used to being the pursuer, not the pursued. It made me sick to think of boys looking at me "licking their lips", the way I had done in the past when I saw a good looking girl. The way I felt myself now, when I saw my own reflection in the mirror! "Jenny, honey, do me a favor and show me the splits one more time. I really love seeing you doing that." I did as I was requested. After all, I needed a favor from him. I rationalized myself further, thinking that he's only Jenny's brother. This didn't mean that I would have to dress or act like this in front of non-family members. "Rick, I have a favor to ask of you. I need to go visit someone tomorrow morning and it would really be a help if you could drive me there and pick me up again afterwards." "Tomorrow morning... hmmm, I don't have any plans, I guess I could do that for you, sis. Who do you need to go meet?" "Oh, um, it's that boy from the magic show. Jack." I said. "Oooooh, a boy!" he teased. "It's not what you think, Rick. We only met at the show and we're only friends. We need to talk about some stuff. Anyway, he lives on the other side of town, in Strawsburry. Could you please take me?" "Yeah, I guess I could. There's a new mall that just opened up in Strawsburry, so I suppose I could take you down there, go to the mall, and then bring you home afterwards. But I want you to do me a favor in return." "Okay, what is it?" I asked. "Well, my friend Jeff's away for the weekend with his parents. He asked me to go into his house and feed the cat. And, as you know, they have a private, indoor swimming pool. I want you to come swimming with me, in the afternoon, when we get back. It's too boring going swimming alone, but with you there we can have fun. So do we have a deal?" The thought of having to wear a girl's bathing suit made me uneasy again. "I dunno Rick. I really want to do you the favor, but I feel really funny, I don't feel comfortable wearing just a bathing suit. I'm sorry..." "Come on, Jen, as if you're wearing so much more now. Does it really feel so terrible? Look, it's not like I'm asking you to come with me to the public pool. It'll be just you and me there. I've seen you in bathing suits countless times. Please, Jen, do it for me." I began contemplating it. It was really important for me to be able to meet Jack (the real Jenny) tomorrow, and it sounded like Rick wouldn't take me if I didn't agree to go swimming with him. I had no other way of getting there. On the other hand, the thought of stripping down to the swimsuit made me dizzy. "Look, Jen, I know it's not fair of me. You've been through a lot. So I won't make your request dependant on your agreeing to mine. I'll take you to Jack in any case, okay? But I really would appreciate it if you returned the favor. But if it's too difficult, that's okay, I understand." Now I felt really guilty. What a good brother! "Rick, thanks. Listen, I'll try, okay? I mean, I want to do you the favor and everything, it's just a bit difficult for me. But let's say it's a yes, only I reserve the right to back out if I get cold feet, okay? If you want I could sit on the side and talk to you while you swim. Or maybe if I'm not comfortable in the bathing suit, I could enter the water wearing a nightgown over the suit, or something like that?" "Okay, Jen, sounds fair. Let's leave it open, okay? So we're off to Strawsburry in the morning. You'd better get some sleep now. Goodnight." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. I returned his kiss and his goodnight, and he left my room. I did the splits once more, then changed back into the nightgown and went to sleep. I didn't notice when Jen's parents got home that night, and by the time I awoke the next morning, they had gone to a baseball game with Josh and Terry. The next morning I called Jenny at my old house and said I was coming over. Then I had to get dressed. I wanted to wear the same ugly clothes I had worn the day before, but I didn't want to embarrass her or ruin her reputation. In the end I put on a jeans skirt with a white top - it was simple but looked pleasant enough. I, of course, died of embarrassment dressed that way - my legs, up to about an inch above my knees, were completely visible! But I had no choice. Rick drove me over. A half our or so later I arrived. We filled each other in on what's been going on. We tried calling the theater to find out how we could contact The Great Carla, but they had no idea. They didn't even know her last name. They said that she contacted them and said she was coming on such-and-such a date. On that day she showed up, took her money and disappeared. They had no idea where she'd be appearing next or anything like that. We tried to find her on the Internet, but also, to no avail. She wasn't mentioned on a single web-site. We left a few messages on some newsgroups on the topic of magic - both asking if people heard or knew of Carla, and also if there were any other magicians out there that could also do this trick and switch us back. We talked for a while about what we were going to do. Finally, Jenny said that we have to realize and accept that we might never manage to switch back. We'd have to make the best of it. Jenny (Jack) said that s/he didn't tell anybody about our being switched. Well, when she fought with my father at the theater she tried to tell him, but he didn't really listen. Since then she felt too embarrassed to mention it. Now she thought it was a good thing that she didn't tell. She thought I shouldn't mention it to her family either. Her reasoning was simple: on the chance that we were stuck like this, switched for life, it would be better for us if the families we were living with related to us like real members of the family and not like weird body-switching freaks. I wouldn't want Rick to treat me like some kind of ... - I'd never be able to have a normal relationship with him like that. So it would be in our best interests to try and act as normal as possible. I realized that he was right. I'd have to try my best to be Jenny from now on, no matter how weird or disgusting it was. We talked for a while more. Jack tried to explain to me how my new family works, who my friends are, the things I like to do, and about my new school. I tried to do explain the same things to him. Before we were done, Rick pulled up in his car. I had to leave. We said we'd keep in touch by phone and email, and try to get together again soon. On the way home I told Rick that I was too tired to go swimming. He said it was okay. I hoped he wasn't mad. I got home and immediately went up to my room. I was feeling very tired so I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a knock on my door. My new father walked into the room. "Sorry to wake you, honey. Rick told me you aren't feeling so well." He felt my forehead. "Is everything okay?" "Um, yeah Dad, everything's fine. I was just having some problems with friends at school, that's all. If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it. I think I just need to get some rest over the weekend." "Okay. Sounds fair. Listen, Jen, wanna come with me to Blockbusters and pick out a video to watch?" "Um, sure Dad, that sounds like fun." To Be Continued... (Possibly)