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Summary: Larry didn't believe the nonsense about people being changed just by reading stories on Fictionmania, until an accident occurred that changed his life forever... Author's note: The people and events in the story below are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. The Fictionmania Department of Magic mentioned in the story does not exist -- or at least that's what they want you to believe. (g) Comments and constructive criticism are especially welcome. When Fictionmania Strikes By Christine L. The sound of heavy rain battering against my windows echoed through the room as I sat before my computer. This being the end of summer, the rain was accompanied by its usual summer traveling companions, thunder and lightning. But the thunder wasn't too loud at this point. The instant it sounded close, I would abruptly stop what I was doing and shut down the computer. But for now, I was on the Internet browsing my favorite 'forbidden' Web site, Fictionmania. Before I continue, I might as well tell you something about myself. My name is Larry Walker, or at least it was before 'the incident'. At the time this story begins, I was a 15- year old high school student. I was more or less an outcast at my school since I was short and thin, and spent most of my time on things the 'in' crowd considered 'nerd interests: Reading (books AND comic books), playing computer games, surfing the Web, and showing no interest in sports or heavy metal music. At least I didn't wear glasses, or have a pocket protector. But that didn't stop me from being subjected to plenty of verbal and physical abuse at the hands of the jocks. Many of them even thought I was gay because I considered the girls in my life to be my friends rather than potential sexual conquests. On one occasion, I flat out said I was not gay. And Mitch, captain of the football team and leader of the 'jerk brigade', said "Well, what are you then? A girl?" Looking back, I probably should have said something like "I'd rather be a girl than be an asshole like you." But I knew that if I said such a thing, he would probably do something painful and humiliating to me. So I just stammered and said " No. I just... believe that guys and girls can be just friends, that's all." Mitch just laughed in my face. "Is that so, girly-boy? Come on, let's just leave the girls alone." And with that, Mitch and his mean-spirited clique left the room. I didn't really have many friends at school, and my female friends outnumbered my male friends three to two. We were bonded by our mutual interests in literature, computers, and 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. We saw bits of ourselves in each of the protagonists. We didn't relate quite as easily to the post-high school era of the show, as it hadn't happened to us yet, but we tended to agree that high school was indeed like living on the Hellmouth. But my school life is another story. Maybe I'll get around to telling it one of these days. As for my home life, it hadn't been too bad until my older sister Mary left for college, leaving me at the mercy of my older brother Tony. Tony played on the football team, under Mitch. He rarely missed an opportunity to tease me and taunt me about my size or my nerd interests. But compared to Mitch and the gang, he was a saint. He actually stood up for me on one or two occasions. But with Mary no longer around to referee our fights at home, I became increasingly worried that Mitch and the 'jerk brigade' were slowly turning Tony against me and that soon he'd be just as big a jerk as they were. My father was a football fanatic. Every weekend in the autumn, he'd sit in the den for hours cheering on the home team and slowly developing a potbelly. In other words, he was pretty much the football dad stereotype. He had played football in high school and college, but his dreams of going on to the NFL were dashed by a nasty knee injury. He was forced to settle for writing sports reports for the local newspaper. Now, he was hoping to achieve his dreams vicariously through Tony, who was one of the high school's best players even though he had failed to make captain of the team. My father had long since given up on getting me interested in sports. I was too awkward and uncoordinated, and I never really saw the attraction of risking broken bones just to catch some oval-shaped piece of rubber, or pigskin, or whatever footballs are made of these days. My mother was a lawyer. She and my father first met in college. She was already planning on going to law school, then. Since then, she's become very successful and has probably made more money for our family than my father did at his newspaper. Unfortunately, she had become so busy lately that she was spending less time with the family and more time at the firm or in the courtroom. As much as I was glad for her, I wished her work didn't take up so much of her time, especially these days. About a year before the events I am about to relate, I stumbled upon a site called Fictionmania. I had never told ANYONE about this, but for some time, I had been fascinated by stories in which characters changed sex, magically or through super-scientific or chemical means. I suppose I'd been curious about what it was like to be a girl for about as long as I can remember. My unpleasant encounters with Mitch and his gang, and their junior high predecessors, had caused me to feel increasingly disenfranchised with my own gender. Of course, the girls Mitch and his gang hung out with (and, I'm pretty sure, slept with) were just as mean- spirited as the guys. Arrogance and rudeness knows no gender. Still, when the adult teachers and counselors I asked about the Mitches of the world told me that it was 'typical male behavior', I became even more alienated. Indeed, if being male meant I had to be a macho jerk, I didn't really want to be male. Of course, I didn't really see myself as a transsexual. I wasn't really interested in sexual reassignment surgery, and I had only cross-dressed on three occasions, all in private. I would gladly change sexes magically, if I could be assured that I'd be able to change back whenever I wanted to. I knew better than to automatically assume the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. My female friends had to deal with just as much physical and verbal abuse, if not more. Reading stories about changing sex, and playing female characters on Internet MUDs, was a nice form of escapism, though. It was a good thing that Mitch and his clique didn't know about Fictionmania, or else they would have made my life more of a hell than they did otherwise. I only tried visiting FM once at school, and one of Mitch's cronies saw me doing it. Fortunately, all he saw was one of the Random Title Images whose caption poked fun at Eddie Glover's penchant for giving his male-to-female transformees huge breasts. He only saw the picture, and thought I was visiting a porn site. Since he used the school computers to visit porn sites himself, he didn't tell anyone. But I decided not to take chances and try FM at school again. My parents didn't know I visited Fictionmania either, and I decided it was for the best. They were probably already wondering about me enough already. My brother Tony, however, DID catch me on the site, and unlike the school bully, he saw MORE than just a Random Title Image. He saw one of the tamer images (one depicting a little girl with a caption saying she used to be a boy until he did something naughty), and asked what 'transgendered fiction' meant. So I told him. I also told him "If you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, about this, I'll tell Sarah that I saw you sucking face with Cindy!" Sarah was Tony's girlfriend at the time, and Cindy was a blonde bimbo cheerleader who Sarah could not stand at all. And yes, I did catch Tony kissing Cindy, though clearly it was Cindy who had made the first moves. Anyway, after my threat, Tony agreed to keep quiet about it. He never told anyone else about Fictionmania, at least not until after 'the incident'. And that brings me back to where I started. It was, to paraphrase the old 'cliched' opening, a dark and stormy weekend afternoon. Even though it was thundering outside, I was in my room, logged on to Fictionmania. I was checking its archive the way I usually do, with the 'Include or Exclude Multi Search' function. I clicked on 'Magical Transformations' in the 'Include' list, and excluded a number of categories I wasn't interested in reading at the moment, or I wasn't interested in reading at all. Mostly, I preferred nice, character-driven stories that didn't revolve around sex or bondage, but instead dealt with power and responsibility, and seeing the world from a new viewpoint. I liked stories that had good morals, in which the characters learn things from their experiences. Anyway, the thunder was getting louder as the FM search engine processed my request. I wondered if I would have time to read a short, humorous piece before I had to shut down the system. Looking back, I have to wonder why I didn't shut down then and wait until the storm had passed before logging back on. I guess it's because the storm didn't seem THAT serious yet. And then it happened. An extremely loud crack of thunder shook the house, accompanied by a bright flash of lightning from the windows outside. The lights 'browned out', which is to say we almost, but not quite, lost power. My monitor went dark for a fraction of a second, but then it came back on, still logged into Fictionmania and processing my request. But now the screen was glowing with a strange pale green glow. I had never really believed the nonsense in many of the Random Title Image captions about people being transformed just for visiting the site and/or reading the stories. I could accept cursed springs, magic shops that teleported from mall to mall, magical water parks, mysterious medallions that went missing at the worst possible times, and high-tech alien 'morphic' devices, among other things. But the idea that a Web site could change a computer user's sex seemed too absurd even for my suspension of disbelief. How would such a thing work, anyway? There was no way I knew of to transmit nanoprobes or some other 'technological' creation through a modem, so such a thing would have to be a combination of technology with magic. But even if Fictionmania DID mysteriously transform its visitors, wouldn't it receive so many lawsuits from people who did not want to transform that it would eventually have to be shut down? Even if my mother weren't a lawyer, I probably would have wondered about the legal repercussions. But anyway, as I stared at the now-glowing screen, I began to wonder if there was something to those silly captions after all. I then dismissed it as nonsense. I even initially dismissed the strange feeling I was having of changing as just my imagination running away with me. Even as the pale green glow became brighter and seemed to suffuse me and the room around me, I thought, "This is just a monitor glitch. It has nothing to do with Fictionmania or transformation. You're just being silly." But even as I thought this, I could feel my suddenly longer hair brushing against my shoulders. I even thought I felt my body and facial features re-shape themselves. And then I looked down at myself. I saw breasts on my chest, expanding rapidly and pushing against my shirt. My hands and arms had always been slender, but now they looked feminine. I felt a tingling between my legs, and felt some things I had possessed all my life shrink and seemingly vanish altogether. My pants seemed to be becoming looser around the waist, though a bit tighter lower, at the hips. There was no doubt about it now. I was turning into a girl. "I must be dreaming this." I said aloud, surprised at my new, higher voice. But somehow this felt far more real than any of my previous dreams. My longer hair, my breasts, my new body, all felt real. If this was a dream, it was a very realistic one. As I stared down at myself, I realized that my clothes were changing, too. My shirt changed color from black to pale green, and the collar became wider. My pants were changing, too, into a more feminine style. My socks were becoming darker and transparent. I knew from reading TG stories that they were turning into pantyhose and would soon cover my legs completely, which they did just as I thought about it. My shoes changed from normal everyday running shoes to girl's flats (no heels, thank goodness!). I knew right away that my briefs had changed into a pair of panties, and I was now wearing a bra beneath my shirt. The pale green glow all around me gradually subsided, seemingly retreating back into the computer. And then it faded altogether, and my computer was back to normal. But I was not. I was a girl now, I realized. How was I going to explain this to my parents? Not to mention my teachers, friends, and enemies at school. I looked around my room. At first glance, it looked much the same as it did before, except that the end table near my bed was now covered with lipstick, eye shadow, and other makeup. With the new makeup came a hand mirror. I took a look in the hand mirror. The girl who stared back at me was an attractive 'girl next door' sort. Her long light-red hair fell past her shoulders. Her face was slender and attractive, with only one or two freckles, which could easily be hidden with the right makeup. Or so I assumed, not having that much experience with makeup. I began to get a sinking feeling as I realized more than just my sex had changed. I began to look around my room some more. Much to my relief, my collection of fantasy and sci-fi novels, movies, and comic books seemed mostly intact. I had read many stories involving altered realities in which the transformee returns home to find that his/her former possessions are gone completely, replaced by new, stereotypically girlish things like pink frilly curtains, stuffed animals, and posters of boys. It appeared that as far as re-arranging my possessions went, I had got off light. I was just about to take a closer look at my room to see what was new, when I heard a girl's voice screaming from somewhere outside my room. A sudden, horrible thought came to me. "This could be bad." I said aloud, to no one in particular. I quickly rushed out of my room and ran straight toward Tony's room, where the screaming was coming from. My fears were confirmed as I looked inside. Gone were Tony's football posters, trophies, and posters of Pamela Anderson. They had been replaced by pictures of the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync, and photos of our school's cheerleading tryouts. And in the center of the room, a tall blonde teenage girl was screaming. I knew right away who she was. "Tony?" I blurted out. The blonde stopped screaming and looked at me. "Larry?" "Yes, I'm Larry. Is that really you, Tony?" "I don't know! Look at me! Do I look like a Tony to you?!" she screamed. "I've got tits, for crying out loud! I've even got a fucking pus--" "Tony!" I interrupted. I had always been embarrassed by the crude male terms for female anatomy, and now that I had female anatomy myself, I was even more offended by such language. However, I did realize that Tony was clearly quite upset. "What?" she replied. "Calm down. Tell me what happened." "You KNOW what happened! You got changed too, didn't you? Only you didn't get big tits like mine!" She sat down on the bed, which was now covered with pinkish sheets. She sobbed uncontrollably. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. "Tell me what happened, Tony." I said, trying to sound soothing. "Start from the beginning." "I was just sitting here in the bed, reading my Playboy -- all right, looking at the centerfold and drooling -- when the lights flickered. And then this strange green glow came into the room, and next thing I know, I'm turning into a chick! Even my stuff changed! Look at my Playboy! It's now a Playgirl!" She pointed at the discarded magazine on the floor. It was, indeed, an issue of Playgirl. "And look at this!" Tony pointed at a picture of the school cheerleading squad. "I'm a fucking cheerleader!" I took a look at the picture on the wall. It hung on a space previously occupied by a picture of the school football team. There was a new cheerleader in the picture, one I hadn't seen in the school before. I realized that the cheerleader was the girl Tony had become. I found myself shivering. Tony had never wanted to be a girl. And now, Tony had not only become one, but had suffered an alteration of his personal reality far, far, worse than mine. The girl Tony had become continued sobbing for a moment, and then she glared at me. She had a look of sudden, angry realization in her eye. "It was you, wasn't it?" she said. "You and your stupid fucked-up sissy website! You fucked up my life!" She suddenly charged at me, screaming obscenities. She knocked me to the ground, thrashing my head against the floor as I struggled to push her off of me. But I had never been a match for Tony when we were boys. As girls, I would be surprised if it was any different. However, much to my surprise, I was able to push her away and rise. She just knocked me down again and continued to thrash me. Her slender, feminine hands began to clutch my throat. With horror, I realized that my brother-turned- sister may have well gone mad... It was then that an unfamiliar voice cried out "Stop it!" Tony's hands loosened their grip from my throat. I turned, and saw a large, fortiesh six-foot man staring at us. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't place him. He was a very big man, I could tell. "All right, who started it?" he said, as if he were our father or a school counselor. "He did." we both said in unison pointing at each other. "He?" the man said, noting our choice of pronoun. "Tony? Larry?" Tony backed away from me, allowing me to stand up. I didn't know what to say. I still wasn't sure who this strange man was. "I'm Larry." I said finally. "Tony." said my new sister hesitantly. "I'm your mother." said the man. We both gasped. "Mom?" we said, again in unison. "I'm afraid so." the man said. "Will one of you tell me what is going on?" We both began speaking at once. "Larry visited this weirdo website..." Tony began. "My computer started acting strange after the brownout..." I began at the same time. I don't recall what I said right after that, as I became aware that Tony was speaking at the same time. It doesn't matter, anyway, for our former mother quickly interrupted us. "One at a time, please." he said. "I'd like to go first." I said. "Go right ahead. Start from the beginning." said our 'mother'. So I told my mother all about Fictionmania, and its running gag about visitors being transformed, and the strange glow of my computer immediately following the brown-out, and of my transformation. "I heard a girl screaming, and then found out I wasn't the only one transformed." I finished. Tony then told our mother what she had told me, as calmly as she could, but finishing with "It's all Larry's fault! He shouldn't have been screwing around with that stupid website!" "I didn't know!" I protested. "There's no way I could have known! I thought it was a joke! So did you before all this happened!" The man who had previously been our mother stared at us for a while. "I believe you, Larry." "Oh, that's just fine and dandy!" said Tony sarcastically. "You believe my brother... sister. So now what do we do? How do we change back?" Our mother was quiet for a while. "I suppose we contact the people who run this Web site. And if they can't change us back, we sue." I smiled. "Spoken like a lawyer." *** I led the way to my room. Along the way, our mother explained how she... he had been transformed. "I was just sitting back in our bedroom, watching TV, ready to tell you to unplug the computer when the brownout occurred. Then a green glow came from the walls and filled the whole room. To make a long story short, I found myself turning into a man. My clothes changed too. I looked in the mirror, and saw Perry Mason staring back at me." "Perry Mason?" I repeated. I realized now why our mother's new appearance looked familiar. He looked just like the Perry Mason portrayed by Raymond Burr in the early black and white episodes of the TV series. My mother once told me that Perry Mason inspired her to go to law school. My mother nodded. "I didn't know what to do at first. Then I heard you two screaming and yelling upstairs and I had to come upstairs to see what was the matter." We entered my room, which was pretty much as I had left it. The computer was still on, now showing a normal display of Fictionmania stories under the criteria I had selected. Tony looked around my room. "It's not fair! You got to keep most of your stuff! Where'd mine go?" I looked around my room again. I still couldn't tell if there was anything missing or not. I'd have to do a search later on to find out what, if anything, was missing, and what had just been moved elsewhere to make room for my new 'girl' stuff like my makeup kit. Although my mother raised the hope that Fictionmania might be able to change us back, I knew better than to think we'd get quick results. I sat down at the computer, and looked at the screen again. I realized something was missing. There was something else we had to do before we sent an e-mail. Suddenly, it came to me. "What happened to Dad?" I said aloud. *** Since this was a Sunday afternoon, the first place we looked for my father was the den. We heard the sounds of the football game on the TV, but none of the cheering or booing we had come to expect from my father. Instead, when we entered, we saw a buxom blond woman staring semi- catatonically at herself. She was dressed as a cheerleader, and looked young enough to be our older sister. In fact, she looked much like the older sister of my brother's current form. Our 'mother' slowly approached her, and placed his hand on the cheerleader's shoulder. "Charles?" he said. The blonde slowly awoke. "Margaret?" she said. Our 'mother' nodded. "It's me, Charles. Margaret." "What's happened to me? To all of us?" the blonde said weakly. "We don't know, but we're trying to find out. Larry, you go back upstairs and write that e-mail. Tony, you stay here. I think your father's going to need you." *** I rushed back upstairs, and quickly wrote an e-mail describing our transformations. I made sure to note that my brother and father weren't taking their situation very well. I sent it out, and didn't know when to expect a reply. I hoped it would be soon. At least for Tony and my father's sake. My mother seemed to be taking her transformation into a man very well. I wondered why. I took a look around my room. I noticed that it did seem a little neater than it was before. I tried not to be a messy slob. I did try my best to organize my CDs, videotapes, books, and comics. But now it seemed that while most of my collections were still intact, they took up a bit less space. I did note that some comics in my collection were missing, but those weren't issues I really felt like re- reading much anyway. I had been thinking of selling them. I then stopped by the bathroom on my way downstairs. I realized that going to the bathroom would be different from now on. That is, assuming the transformation was irreversible. Why was I assuming it was? I didn't really know. Probably because very few of the Fictionmania protagonists who were transformed by bizarre accidents ever got transformed back. I wondered if I even wanted to transform back. I supposed it wouldn't be too bad for me if I couldn't change back. It'd be something of a relief to no longer be the same sex as Mitch. But my father and brother were another story. Unlike me, they both had a very macho self- image, and that would make this situation much harder for them. I hoped Fictionmania would be able to do something for them. I headed downstairs to the den. My transformed family sat quietly on the sofa. My former father turned cheerleader now seemed to have snapped out of her catatonia, but she still appeared to be very upset. Tony sat next to her, sympathetically. "I told him... her about your Web site accident." my mother said. "She told us what happened. Same as the rest of us. Green glow, then transformation." "I don't believe this. This has to be a dream. It has to." my father said. "Still in Denial, I see." I noted. "Actually, she's moved back and forth between Denial and Depression." my mother said. "I don't know if she'll get over it." "She has to... he has to." Tony said. "We all have to." My brother turned sister seemed to be feeling a bit better now. I guess it was because she wasn't the only one. She then turned to me. "How come you're taking this so well?" "I guess it's because my self image wasn't so dependent on being male. Did you tell Dad why I visited the site?" "No," my mother said. "Only that you visited it and that it's responsible for our present condition. I was serious when I said I'd sue them if they couldn't change us back, you know." "You seem to be taking it well." "I suppose I have to. Someone has to be the strong one." my transformed mother said. "But I'm glad to see you're coping." "Yes. I think it would have been easier for all of us if I was the only one changed." I said. Another sudden, horrible thought came to me. "It IS just this house that's been changed, has it? It hasn't spread to..." And with that, I rushed toward the front door, not knowing why I was in such a hurry. If I was wrong, then there was no harm done and no reason to hurry. If my fears were confirmed, then the damage had already been done and there wouldn't be anything I could do except tell everyone what happened. I guess I just had to know one way or the other, right away. The storm had long since passed by. My family and I had just been too wrapped up in our transformations to notice. At the moment, the neighborhood was bright and sunny. The birds were singing. The street and sidewalks were wet with rain. There didn't seem to be anyone in sight, but everything appeared normal. I decided to visit our next door neighbors, the Robinsons. Dave and Maureen Robinson had been our neighbors about as long as I could remember. I remember subjecting them, especially Maureen, to Lost in Space jokes when I was a kid. Looking back, those jokes seem so lame and pathetic. But they were nice people, and tolerated little foibles like that. Right now, I needed to be sure that they were okay. I headed over to their front door and rang the doorbell. For a while, there was no answer. Then Maureen Robinson opened the door. "Hi, Laura." she said. "What brings you here?" I stopped. "Laura?" I said aloud. "That's your name, isn't it?" Maureen responded. "Do you know me?" I asked her. "Of course I do." Maureen said. "I've known you ever since you were a little girl. Are you feeling all right?" I didn't know what to tell her. "I don't know." I said honestly. "Tell me, what do you remember about when I was a little kid." Maureen paused. "You were always a bit of a tomboy. I remember how you used to climb trees, play Star Wars games... you always were a little upset that Leia was the only girl in the Star Wars movies... play cops and robbers with both the boys and the girls. You used to tease me about my name." "Because it was the name of the mother in Lost in Space, right?" I asked. "A coincidence." Maureen smiled, but only for a moment. "Laura, are you all right? Is there something wrong?" I couldn't lie to her and say that everything was fine. She always knew when something was troubling me, and now was no exception. "I just... wanted to see if you were all right. That was a pretty bad storm, you know." I said, feebly. "We've had worse." Maureen replied. "Remember that storm two years ago, when the lightning split that tall tree up the street in half?" I remembered that well. Many of us considered that tall tree at the far end of our street to be a landmark in our neighborhood. It had been there throughout our childhood, and we thought it'd be around forever. Even now, I still wasn't used to looking in that direction and not seeing the tree. I nodded. "I guess this storm wasn't as bad, then. But did anything weird happen?" I asked. "Weird?" Maureen asked. "I mean, did you see any strange lights or anything?" "During the storm?" Maureen asked. "Not really." "You didn't see any... green glows or anything?" I asked. "Not really." Maureen replied. "Laura, what's wrong?" At this point, I wanted to say "Nothing", but I knew that answer wouldn't satisfy Maureen. Problem was, I didn't know of an answer that WOULD satisfy her. Finally, I came up with something. I hoped it didn't sound as lame to her as it did to me. "Our lights started acting weird after the brownout." I said. "If you saw some strange green light in our house's windows, that's why. We're kind of freaked out about it." "Is that all?" Maureen asked. No it wasn't, but she wasn't going to believe me if I told her the truth. I decided on something that was truthful, even though it wasn't the real reason why I was freaked out. "My sister and I... got in a fight." "Which sister? You have three of them, you know." Maureen said. This alternate reality I now found myself in was starting to give me a headache. This morning, I had only one sister who I didn't see much of these days. Now I had three. "It's not important." I said. "Nice to see you, Mrs. Robinson." I said. I quickly left the Robinson's porch, my head reeling. I couldn't tell Maureen the truth, because it was all too obvious she no longer remembered me as Larry, only as Laura. I didn't even know what my sisters' names were in this reality. I briefly stopped by the other neighbors who I knew. Each of them called me Laura. I said hi and then quickly moved on. I had found out what I needed to know. I returned home before sunset, finding my family still sitting in the den. I caught Tony and my father hugging each other. "It's okay, Dad." Tony was saying. "It's okay." I decided to tell them of my excursion outside. "The rest of the neighborhood is the same as it was before, but no one remembers us as we used to be. To them, I've always been a girl named Laura, and I have three sisters." I told of my encounter with Maureen. "I took a look at our records." said the man who had been our mother. "Apparently, I'm now Mark Evans and you three are my daughters Laura, Toni, and Cherry. My wife Lucy died when you were still a baby, Laura. I'm your father now." I had to sit down. "So Dad is now... my sister? And you're..." I felt dizzy. "Mom... Dad... whoever... get me a glass of orange juice." I requested. At this point, I almost wished I was old enough to drink alcohol. However, my age seemed to be the same, unlike my former father. My new father quickly returned with a glass of orange juice, which I gladly drank down. It helped a bit to clear my head. "I'm sorry." I said. "All this is a lot to take in." "I understand." said my former mother. "We'll take it slow. Tell me when you want to talk about it again." I sat pondering our situation for a while. Apparently, our family surname was no longer Walker. I remembered that Evans was my mother's maiden name. "What about Mary?" I asked, after a pause. "Mary's fine. I called her on the phone." said my new father. "She no longer remembers us the way we were, either. It was quite a shock to me, to be honest with you." My two new sisters were both quiet. They had already been through all this while I was away. It didn't look like hearing it again was making it any easier for them to believe or accept. "So aside from her not remembering us, she's unchanged?" I asked. My new father nodded. "She's unchanged. She's still the same Mary." "At least one of us is still the same." I remarked. Of course, I knew that had Mary been here, she probably would have become my new big brother or something. I felt suddenly glad that we lived in our own house and not an apartment building. Chances are the other tenants would have lynched me when they found out I was partly to blame for them being changed. As bad as this situation was, I knew it could have been a lot worse. "We are going to change back, aren't we?" my former father asked, turning to me. I didn't know what to tell him... her. "I don't know. " I said finally. "I don't know." The room was silent for quite some time. I didn't want to get their hopes up that they would be changed back, yet at the same time I didn't want to tell them to get used to their new lives because there was still a possibility that FM might be able to undo the changes. Finally, I had an idea. "Let's take our minds off this for a while. Let's watch some TV. Or maybe play some board games." *** We spent the next hour or so playing Monopoly. My former father, now my sister Cherry, dominated the game. While Toni and I were still struggling, she was already placing hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place. I was stuck with Baltic and Mediterranean avenues, and the Reading Railroad. After landing on Boardwalk one more time, I was more or less bankrupt. "I quit." I said. "You two can finish the game." "Hah!" Cherry said triumphantly. "Virtue triumphs again!" She seemed to be really enjoying this, and I was glad. This was the first time I'd seen her smile since her transformation. I got up, and left Toni and Cherry to finish the game. I was sure Cherry was going to win, but Toni was determined to see it through to the bitter end. I joined my new father in the kitchen. He was sitting at the table, looking over family scrapbooks and old records with what appeared to be clinical detachment. Again, I wondered just why my former mother seemed to be taking it so well. "Mo..." I started, and then stopped. "This is stupid. I don't even know what to call you anymore." My new father nodded. "I understand. To tell the truth, this is going to take some adjustment. But I think I can handle it." "So you don't think any of us are going to be changed back?" I asked. "I didn't say that." he replied. "I'm just saying that's a possibility. "Do you WANT to be changed back?" I blurted out. There was a pause. "I don't know, to be honest." he said. "You don't know?" "Back when I was starting out as a lawyer, I ran into a lot of discrimination and sexual harassment. I'm sure you've heard the stories before. There were times, both before and after I met your father, where I wished I was a man so I wouldn't have to deal with it any more. Though I wonder if I would have had as much drive if I were a man. Perhaps being a woman, I felt I had more to prove to my male competitors. Anyway, I got over it, and went on to be one of the best lawyers, male or female, in the state." "I think I know what you mean. I've sometimes wished I were a girl so I wouldn't have to deal with jerks like Mitch picking on me for not being a macho jerk like them. But they'd find some other excuses to pick on me, I'm sure. Their kind doesn't really need excuses. They just do it to feel good about themselves." "I guess we should be careful what we wish for." "I know. A lot of the stories I read on Fictionmania revolve around that theme." "I was serious about suing them if they couldn't change us back." my former mother said. "But I'm afraid that's not going to happen." I thought about it for a bit. "I guess you're right. It'll be tough to prove to the court that some Web site changed our sexes." "As a matter of fact, it'll probably be impossible." my new father said. "I've looked through all our records, and all our scrapbooks. Everything indicates that we always have been the people we are now, even if we don't remember it. I'm sure our birth certificates now match the new reality as well. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, Charles and Margaret Walker, and their sons Tony and Larry, never existed. There's no way we would be able to prove to a court that our former selves DID exist before said transformation." "No photographs? Not even old diaries?" I asked, feeling a sudden sadness as I realized just how divorced we were from our former lives. "None." said my new father. "I looked through our old photo albums, and the photos in there were younger versions of our current selves. I saw you, Toni, and Cherry playing with Mary as little girls." I wasn't sure I wanted to look into the photo albums yet. There was still the possibility that we could be changed back, even though I still wasn't sure if I wanted to be changed back or not. I suppose if we DID change back and I didn't look through the photo albums, I would end up kicking myself for throwing away the opportunity at seeing more of what this alternate reality was like. But for now, I was, for lack of a better term, alternate realitied-out. Maybe I'd get another chance to look at them later. "So there's no way we'd be able to sue Fictionmania. Have you told the others yet?" I asked. "Not yet. They still think we could sue them and win. They haven't really thought about how big this change is." I changed the subject. "I'm still wondering why you turned into a classic Perry Mason lookalike." "I don't know, either." my former mother said. "You've read the stories, so you probably know a lot more about how this transgender magic works than I do. I suppose it's because I had a crush on him as a teenager." I found myself laughing. I knew my mother was inspired to go to law school by Perry Mason, but this was too much. "You... had a crush... on Perry Mason?" He smiled. "Of course, back then, I wished I was Della Street. Later, when I actually went to law school and had to deal with that harassment I told you about, I wished I was Perry Mason. He never lost a case. I wish I could say the same. I'm good, but not THAT good. Fact is, no lawyer's that good." I shook my head. For some reason, I didn't really feel like asking my mother WHY she had a crush on Perry Mason. A sudden thought came to me as I considered what I had just heard about my mother's past. "Did you know anyone named Lucy?" My former mother sobered. "She was my roommate back in college, about the time I met your father. We kept in touch afterward. She died when you were a baby. Killed by a drunk driver. She never married in our original reality. In this one, she was your mother, and she died the same way, just on a different date and at a different intersection." My new father sniffled. "I'm sorry." I said after a silence. "You must have been close." "We were best friends. She was like a sister to me." my former mother said, sniffling. I felt bad for my mother turned father. Finding out Lucy's fate in this new reality had clearly torn open old wounds. "Would you like to be left alone for a bit?" I asked. "It's okay." my new father replied. "I suppose it was too much to expect that little accident could bring back the dead. I'm all right." "If you need me, I'll be there for you." I said. "I think we need to be there for your new sisters even more. How are they?" "They're fine. When I left them, Cherry was on her way to beating Tony in that Monopoly game. She seemed very happy about it, too." "That's good. It was a good idea to take their minds off their problem for a while." I looked at the clock. "I think I'll go in with them. Maybe we can watch the Simpsons together." *** As I returned to the den, I was surprised to find that Cherry and Toni had not only put away the Monopoly game, but were having a very strange argument. "Well mine ARE bigger so there!" Cherry was saying, shaking her impressive breasts proudly. "Okay," Toni conceded. "But boys are interested in more than breasts. They like girls with nice hair, too. And nice legs. Let's face it. I look better in a short skirt than you do!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. I interrupted them "Would you tell me WHAT is going on here?" I demanded. "It's simple, really." Cherry said. "Toni and I agreed that we're probably likely to stay this way for a while, so we might as well have some fun with it." "So you're pretending to be bimbos?!?" I replied, in disbelief. "Why not?" said Toni. "It's not as if we're going to stay girls forever. As soon as your friends on Fictionmania figure out what went wrong, they'll fix it and we'll be back to our old selves again. This is just a vacation." In a way, I was relieved. I was afraid they had lost their minds, or worse, lost their identities. Stories in which that happened always gave me the creeps. Still, I was worried. It seemed they had too much confidence now that they would be restored to their former selves. How were they going to react if it turned out they were wrong? I realized that would be a bridge we'd have to cross when or if we came to it. In the meantime, I decided to join in on the argument. "Actually," I said, smiling. "Some boys don't like girls whose breasts are too big. Some actually prefer a more down-to-earth girl, the 'girl next door'. One with brains as well as beauty." "Someone like you, you mean?" Toni replied. "Maybe." I said, smiling. "Seriously, though, I think it's all a bunch of self-perpetuating stereotypes. Different types of guys like different types of girls, and vice versa. It's like music. Some people like folk music, some prefer hard rock. Some boys fall for 'the girl next door', others fall for the Pamela Anderson type." We let the subject drop, and watched the Simpsons for the next hour and a half. It felt good to just sit and laugh, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. During a commercial break, I asked who won the Monopoly game. "I did." Cherry said, smiling. "Was there any doubt?" "I had her on the ropes for a bit." Toni said. "Did not." Cherry retorted. "Did so." "Did not." "Did so." "Did not." "Please!" I said, interrupting. "It seemed to me that Cherry was kicking your butt all the time before I left. I doubt you'd have been able to mount an effective comeback when I was gone. I wasn't gone that long, anyway." The whole argument seemed kind of silly to me. To me, it seemed a large part of Monopoly was luck rather than skill. Whoever was lucky enough to reach Boardwalk and Park Place first AND had enough money to buy them both usually ended up coming out ahead of everyone else, at least in almost all of the games I've played. But of course, my father and Tony had big egos when they were male, and now that they were girls, that didn't appear to have changed. In fact, it seemed Cherry and Toni were being exceptionally egotistical tonight just to prove they hadn't really changed inside. Anyway, we soon watched the rest of the Simpsons without further incident, and then it was up to me to find something else to entertain my new sisters for the rest of the evening. I decided against another board game, since the last one had led to such a childish argument, and turned to the video shelf. I decided that Kevin Smith's 'Dogma' might be good enough, even though we'd each seen the film twice already. We enjoyed watching the movie again, laughing at various outrageous lines we had forgotten about. Of course, when the muse Serendipity mentioned that what defined a woman physically wasn't what she had on her chest, but what she had between her legs, I noted the pained expressions on Toni and Cherry's faces. Each of us were now fully-functioning females, physically. And we certainly did NOT lack definition. Serendipity's line had hit a bit too close to home for my new sisters, neither of whom had wanted to be my new sisters in the first place. But soon, they were back to laughing and occasionally chatting about the movie. They were convinced that Fictionmania would sort things out and they'd be back to normal probably within the next few days. I, meanwhile, wasn't so sure. *** Soon, it was time for bed. We left the den and passed through the kitchen, where our new father was still looking through photo albums and old documents. Cherry suddenly spoke. "Where do I sleep now?" she said suddenly. "You know that spare room that we used as a storage room?" our new father asked rhetorically. "It's now your bedroom, Cherry. Of course, you don't use it much these days since you're usually away at college." Cherry staggered. "College? Don't tell me. I'll find out soon enough." A thought came to her. "What happened to the stuff that was in the room already?" "It's been moved to the garage or the attic somehow." our new father replied. "Of course, as far as Mary's concerned, it was probably always there." The spare room had once been a part of this house's walk-in attic before the previous owners converted it into a bedroom. In the previous reality, there was no need for four upstairs bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom below, so we used it as a storeroom instead. Now, it seemed, it was a bedroom again. It was Toni who spoke next. "Tomorrow's Monday. Do we have to go to school tomorrow?" "No. I called and said you and Larry... Laura weren't feeling very well and would be absent the next few days." our new father explained. "The next few days will probably decide what's going to happen to us, anyway." "I suppose." I said. I stopped there. I didn't want to say anything more about the subject tonight. I headed upstairs to my room, followed by my sisters. Toni went straight to her room, but Cherry stopped at the entrance to what was now her room. "Larry... Laura?" she asked. "Either will do." I said. "Just between you and me, I'm feeling better than I have in a long time. True, I'm a girl now, but my knee isn't busted any more." I did note that she was walking around faster than I could ever recall seeing my original father walk. "There's no pain, no stiffness. And I feel... young again." "You ARE young again." I noted. "I suppose that explains it a little." Cherry said. "But I was told by my friends as I got older that you're only as old as you feel. I got tired of that cliche after hearing it for the nine-hundredth time. But now..." "Are you saying that you don't want to change back?" "Hell, no!" Cherry protested. "Of COURSE I want to change back. It's just that..." I think I knew what she was going to ask before she even said it. "Could that site of yours make me a young man again? Could it change me back without giving me back my bad knee?" "I don't know." I said honestly. "I've never heard of the site actually transforming people in real life, even by accident. If they CAN reverse this, they'll probably just give you your old body back, bad knee and all." Cherry looked disappointed. "Thanks, anyway." she said. "For what?" I asked. "For being honest with me." "I try my best." I said. She walked into her room, leaving me alone in the hallway. My original father spent much of his time pondering the football career he might have had had he not suffered that knee injury. He didn't talk about it much aloud, but I knew that was what he was doing every time he wrote his sports column for the newspaper, or watched a game on TV. If my original father remained Cherry, she would still have to settle for experiencing football vicariously, instead of playing on the field. But she wouldn't have the bad knee anymore. If it came down to a choice, I suspected that it would be a more difficult choice for Cherry than she would initially have us believe. Right now, I couldn't reasonably predict whether or not we would have a choice in the matter. Instead of going to my room, I went to the bathroom instead. I stripped off my clothes, and stood before the bathroom mirror naked. I was indeed one hundred percent female physically. I reached down, to feel the new space between my legs where my male organs had once been. I felt my new clitoris, and my vulva for a bit. But I didn't masturbate. I never was a big fan of masturbation, and that hadn't changed now that I was a girl. Instead, I took another look at the girl I had become. In addition to the bright red hair (which had been light brown when I was a boy), I noted that my eyes had changed color, from brown to blue. "I guess I really am seeing the world through new eyes." I said to myself. I got dressed, and then headed toward my room. And that's when I heard the moaning coming from Toni's room. I knew right away what it was. She was doing the same thing that I'd just avoided doing. I decided not to disturb her. Instead, I went to my room, and opened my dresser drawer. I considered checking my e-mail, but I decided to wait until Toni was finished having her fun. Her moans were still loud enough to be a distraction. I looked through my dresser, finding plenty of girl's clothes. Looking through the bras, I was suddenly very thankful that my breasts were small by comparison with my new sisters. I'd seen enough, and read enough TG stories, to know that the larger a girl's breasts, the more likely some hormone-driven guy is going to stare at them, or even try to fondle them if said guy truly was a creep. Once again, I wondered if I really wanted to change back. I then reminded myself that girls don't always hold the moral high ground, either. Cindy, the cheerleader I mentioned earlier, was a shameless slut. I hated to even think such language, but I couldn't think of any kind words to describe Cindy. She had nearly come between my brother and his girlfriend Sarah. And now, I realized, she was on the same cheerleading squad as my new sister Toni. I wondered what had become of Sarah in this new reality. Hopefully she had found a nice guy to date, instead of some jerk. She always seemed a decent sort to me. For the first time, I wondered if I was dating in this new reality. As Laura, I was a lot better looking than Larry. But then, as Larry, I treated my female friends as equals. I had been mostly non-sexual as a boy. I didn't want to go on dates with my female friends for fear of wrecking my platonic friendship with them. Again, I felt a bit strange thinking about the past Laura had that I could not recall. I tried to put it out of my mind as I pulled out a nice, frilly nightgown from my dresser. Looking in my closet, I found it was filled with a number of dresses as well as pants. I wondered how often I wore those dresses, or how often I would be wearing them. I was a bit of a tomboy, after all. I stopped myself. "Better not get used to this new reality, Laura... Larry." I told myself. "There's still a chance FM might be able to reverse the spell. And when they do, it'll probably be a package deal." I actually felt bad about it. I'd always been able to relate more with my sister Mary than I did with my brother. While Tony occasionally got on my case for not sharing his obsessions with sports or cheerleaders, Mary was always there when I needed someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on. She was going to be a professional actress some day, if things went well for her. Maybe as a girl I would feel better about myself. Maybe I'd have more friends, and be closer friends with the friends I already had. Maybe I'd feel confident enough to audition for a school play or something. I never could summon up the courage as Larry. There were a lot of maybes in that thought, I realized. And I realized I couldn't be thinking only of myself. Toni and Cherry were both operating under the assumption that their change was temporary. I couldn't ruin things for them just because I didn't want to be male again as badly as they did. I soon removed my clothes, and put on the nightgown. It felt... nice. The sensation of the soft silk against my skin made me feel even more feminine than before. If Toni and Cherry were right, then I knew I should enjoy this while it lasted, for these moments might not come again after we were changed back. And with that on my mind, I went to my computer, and checked my e-mail. There was a new e-mail from Fictionmania Department of Transformations. Up until now, I didn't know Fictionmania had a Department of Transformations, but it made sense. It read as follows: Dear Larry, The account you gave of your transformations is quite fascinating. In your e-mail, you mentioned that it occurred after using the 'Include or Exclude Multi Search' function. If possible, would you list all the categories you included, and all the categories you excluded. And if you have any further information on the nature of your transformations, please let us know. Sincerely, Fictionmania Department of Transformations I thought about it for a bit, and then wrote my reply. I started by recalling everything I had inputted into the search engine. I had included Magical Transformations, and excluded a number of categories and keywords I felt were 'icky' (in other words, stuff I had no interest in reading). In addition, I excluded a number of categories and keywords that I just didn't feel like reading about at the present time. I excluded all the 'usual' magical suspects, such as Spells R Us, Bikini Beach, and Altered Fates. I read those stories plenty of times, and I wanted to narrow the search down. I had also excluded 'Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed'. As I said before, the most extreme examples of that subgenre always creeped me out. I may have wished for a transformation one day, but under no circumstances did I want to lose my memories of who I was before. It was scary to even consider that some beings or forces could just wipe out a person's soul and create another one out of the remnants as easily as rubbing an eraser across a chalkboard. This was different from what had happened to Mary and our neighbors. They were still themselves. They just remembered our family differently. Indeed, it was kind of a relief to find that aside from remembering me as Laura instead of Larry, Maureen was still the same warm, friendly neighbor she was before. I wrote down in the e-mail how our whole world had changed, and only those of us who had been transformed remembered the way things were before. I made sure to mention that all records of our existence had been changed to indicate that we had always been our present selves. It may have been an accident, but it was a thorough accident indeed. Finally, I wrote of my mother's crush on Perry Mason, and of my father and Tony's obsessions with football and cheerleaders. I wrote of my own thoughts and feelings on gender, and my relationships with various people in my life. By writing all this, I was hoping that Fictionmania would be able to explain just why we had been transformed the way we were. I also wrote that Toni and Cherry expect to be changed back, and that I hoped FM would be able to change them back, for their sake. I then remembered my conversation with Cherry in the hall, and asked if it was possible for FM to change her into a strong healthy young man capable of playing football again. I then asked if a reversal of the transformation had to be a 'package deal', or if at least one of us could stay in our new form. I then signed off with 'Please reply ASAP. Sincerely, Laura Evans formerly Larry Walker." It felt good to get that out of the way. Feeling relieved, I got in my bed and prepared for a good night's sleep. I realized I was in a different bed. This one felt softer than the one I had before. I relaxed beneath my new sheets, very comfortable in my silk nightgown. Soon, I was fast asleep... *** I wish I could say that I had some interesting dreams, such as dreaming that I, as Laura, was dancing at the senior prom with the nicest guy in the school. But the fact is, I don't remember having dreams that night. I just had the best night's sleep I could recall having in a long time, and awoke the next morning refreshed. I dressed in a casual shirt, pants, girl's socks and sneakers. I felt energized and confident, ready to face the world. I headed down stairs quickly, and joined the rest of my family for breakfast. Breakfast passed uneventfully. We chatted about celebrities and politicians and movies. Toni and Cherry were planning on going jogging later in the day. "I don't know when I'll get the chance to do it again," Cherry said. "I mean, when we get changed back, I'll get my bad knee back. So I'll use my good knees while I still have them." "Cherry, I haven't been in your room. What's it like?" I asked. "It's filled with pictures of me as a cheerleader." Cherry said. "And pictures of boys. Most of my stuff's probably at my room at the college." "Did you get a reply from that Web site?" Toni asked me. "I did. They asked me a few questions, and I answered them as best I could. I told them everything." "Everything?" Toni asked. "Well, not EVERYTHING." I smiled. "I meant everything I felt they needed to know. I hope it's enough." "Did they say anything about changing us back?" asked Toni. "No. I think they're still not sure just how it happened, which is why they asked me those questions. I'm expecting to hear from them later today." Breakfast had ended about then. Toni and Cherry went upstairs, to change into jogging outfits. This left me alone with my new father. I told him about last night. I told about the nightgown, and the thoughts that had run through my head that night. "I don't really want to change back... at least not too soon. I feel... relaxed. More at peace with myself than I've felt in a long time. But if I have to change back in order to get my father and Tony changed back, I will." "You and I are lucky." my new father said. "We're flexible. We can adapt to suddenly finding ourselves a different sex. Of course, you will have to deal with 'the monthly visitor.'" "You mean... periods?" I asked. "Once you become a girl, you get everything that goes with it." my new father replied. "Don't worry. I'll help you through when it happens." "Thanks, Mo... Dad. I'm wondering if it will ever come to that." "I suppose we'll find out as soon as that site gets back to you." "Mom... Dad?" I asked. "Could I look through some of those photo albums?" My new father handed me the photo albums I had avoided looking into before. But after last night, I felt I needed to know more about my alternate history. I opened the first album, and saw pictures of a woman I didn't recognize holding a baby girl. The baby girl was Cherry, who was now the eldest sister, two years older than Mary. The woman, I realized, was Lucy, the mother I never knew. I turned some pages, and soon saw a similar scene with Lucy holding baby Mary. After leafing past a few of Toni's baby pictures, I finally came to my own. I saw baby Laura, me, wrapped in a pink blanket, held by my mother Lucy. I stared in wonder at the rest of my baby pictures. I saw myself as a toddler, in a toddler's dress, being spoon-fed by my father. My current father, that is. That photo had probably been taken after Lucy had died, leaving Mark Evans to raise four girls on his own. I turned the pages. The rest of the album was filled with pictures of me as a two- year old girl. "This is so... surreal." I said out loud, trying to find the right word to describe how I felt. I moved on to another album. I saw pictures of me and my sisters, as little girls. I saw Cherry, Mary, Toni and myself riding merry-go-rounds, eating sundaes, and playing outside. I saw a photo of myself as a little girl swimming in the Robinson's pool with my sisters and the Robinson's daughters Kelly and Jennifer. According to the caption of the photo, I was seven years old at the time. Toni was eight, Mary was ten, and Cherry was twelve. I looked through the rest of the album, seeing more pictures of my sisters and I at play. I saw photos of us at an amusement park, and photos of a slumber party. We had had some pretty good times together. But why couldn't I remember them? Why didn't looking at these pictures bring back any memories? I suddenly found myself crying... "What's wrong?" my new father asked. "It's just that... I don't remember any of this." I said, tears streaming down my face. "Look at us. We're having so much fun, and I know I should have remembered at least some of it..." "I know how you feel. It's strange looking at a past that never happened. How do you think I reacted when I found out I had married Lucy? Or that she was your mother, and she still died? Your accident re-wrote reality, but it didn't rewrite us. At least not on the inside. We're bound to be confronted with events that everyone else remembers, but we don't." I sniffled for a bit, wiping my tears away with a tissue. "I know. It's just that... seeing those photos just made it seem more..." "Real?" my father completed. "I suppose it does." "I guess that's why I didn't want to look at them before." "I suppose if we get changed back, it won't really matter, anyway." my new father said. "But if we don't?" "Then we'll be surrounded by people who remember things differently than us. We'll just have to deal with it, and piece together how they remember it." "I guess..." I said. By now, I had calmed down. I knew he was right. "I should be hearing back from Fictionmania in a while." I said after a silence. "I guess we'll know one way or the other soon enough." *** That afternoon, I checked my e-mail again. There was a new e-mail from Fictionmania Department of Transformations. It read as follows, Dear Laura/Larry, After an intense study of the circumstances surrounding your transformation, we have come to the following conclusions. First of all, your transformations were at least partially controlled by the include/exclude search engine, which was in use at the time your computer momentarily went dark. Had you excluded 'Female to Male Transformations', it is possible that your mother would have been spared. Had you NOT excluded 'Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed', it is possible that your memories would have been entirely re- written, and none of you would have remembered your previous lives. This is a situation undesirable for some, who consider it 'Identity Death' or 'Personality Death'. Secondly, your transformations were influenced by your thoughts and feelings toward members of the opposite sex. You, Larry, had platonic relationships with the girls in your life. You liked girls who shared your interests and who you could be friends with. As a result, the magic emanating from Fictionmania transformed you into the sort of girl you liked the best, and, according to your last e- mail, the sort of girl you wanted to be. Therefore, most of your collections crossed over with you into your new life. Your mother, according to you, had a crush on the TV series lawyer Perry Mason, so she was transformed into a lookalike. Your father and your brother both fantasized about buxom blonde cheerleaders, so that is what they became.