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Pretty In Pink... A subsidiary of SRS By Anon Allsop She was eighteen and simply gorgeous. I worshipped the ground she walked on. I remember when she was about fifteen and sort of plain looking, I was only sixteen then. I loved everything about my big sister from her sweet disposition down to her beautifully sculpted body. I had been snooping around in my sisters room a few days ago and came across a bag from the mall with a few "interesting" items in it. Such as clothes, makeup, odds and ends. Everything was contained in a bag that had a bright pink logo that said "Pretty in Pink" and directly below in an odd old English script, "A subsidiary of the SRS Corporation." Even though I tried to ignore the items, it seemed as if they were calling out to me. I resisted the temptation on that particular day and pushed them back into its hiding place. Curiosity usually never occupied my mind, especially when it came to her things. But when I found myself at home late on a Friday evening, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know what to do with myself for a weekend especially when alone, and bored, so I soon stood at the doorway of her room and peered in. Everything that would describe my sister was in that room. Being so near to her belongings, I couldn't shake the feeling that the bag was calling out to me so I stepped into her room and walked straight to where I remembered finding it only a few days ago. I looked at her bed and fantasized a beautiful young girl laying there waiting for me. In a way, I wanted to feel her soft sexy skin and silky clothing lying next to me. I wanted to smell her perfume and caress her pleasure places in ways that would make most other 16 year old's blush. I knew that my fantasy would never happen with a real girl, at least not now... but I also knew that I could have it in another way, pretending to be the young girl waiting for me... with a little imagination, anything's possible. I looked into the bag where a trial size, scented combination shampoo and conditioner rested... It was guaranteed to make a girl's hair so glossy and pretty. Even before I realized what I was doing I had the bottle in my hand and was laying it on the bed next to the bag. Next to that was her "Pretty in Pink" brand liquid scented soap. I questioned myself but decided why not, I was safe until Sunday night before my parents would return with my sister from their campus visit. By then the feminine scent would wear off... besides, I could always shower it off later if it bothered me too much. Searching deeply into the bag I found a sweetly scented shaving jell, that too was laid on the bed. I questioned myself about the shaving gel but shrugged it off because I just wouldn't wear shorts for awhile until the hair grew back. I couldn't figure out why I wanted to shave my legs but I just wanted to try it out and experience what soft and silky legs felt like. Picking the bottle back up, I held the back of the gel label before me and read... "This product will give the user silky smooth legs that she has always desired." I smiled at that thought. With fevered anticipation I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom that we both shared, quickly turning the water on. Disrobing, I let my clothes fall to the floor and stuck my hand in to feel the water, it was warm enough for me. Slowly I stepped in and brought all my "treasures" with me. I began with her soap. Holding the scented bottle to my nose I drank deeply the very feminine smell that would soon permeate from me. My youthful member became hard with eagerness to get started. I began to lather up and scrub myself off using a scratchy sponge that my sister left hanging from our shared showerhead. The soap lathered up remarkably well, foaming incredibly much for the little amount that I had used. My whole body tingled as I finished using it everywhere I could reach. Bending down I picked up her shampoo and conditioner combination and generously poured it into my hand. I worked the mixture into a lather, which instantly began to foam in place on my head. The more I worked it, the more the foam appeared to increase in volume. I followed the directions as it said and left it alone on the top of my head without rinsing. Turning off the shower for a moment, I picked up her shaving gel and spread it liberally on my legs, the foam that worked became pink in color. Reaching to our shower caddie, I used up her razor that had three blades and gently pulled it through the foam. My heart skipped a beat as each leg began to look more and more feminine once the hair was removed. I was at first just going to do my thighs, but couldn't resist the temptation and shaved my entire leg from my ankle to my hip. I laughed to myself and went ahead and shaved my underarms while I was at it. I couldn't believe how smooth and silky it had made my legs and underarms, my poor tool was straining for release of the excitement that I was putting it through. Finally, I rinsed my hair out and let the hot water and lather roll off of me and down the drain. When I turned off the water I put one towel around my hair like I had seen my sister do and the other around my waist. I stepped out into the foggy room and went across the hallway into my sister's room. I stood in front of her bed and dumped the bag out so I could see everything that it contained. I picked up a handful of the items and carried them to Cindy's vanity where I placed them in order. The first thing that I picked up was an eyelash curler. I had seen Cindy use one of these a few times and began to shape my lashes until they were curved toward my eyebrows. Slowly looking down, I noticed a mascara container lying among the items. "What the heck," I thought as I opened it up and began to curl and darken the lashes. Wow! I couldn't believe that my lashes were that long, it was incredible. I smiled at myself in the mirror and leaned in really close to look at my eyes, I have always been told that my eyes were beautiful. One of Cindy's friends once told me that girls would kill to have my eyes... I now see what she meant. It was simply incredible, it made my eyes almost a sky blue instead of the gray color that I had always thought of it being. Simply amazing. I looked at myself sitting at Cindy's vanity wearing only my towel and laughed at the image. I dropped the towel next to the door and got out her silky robe that came to about halfway down my thighs. The sleek material sent shivers down my spine as it came into contact with my newly shaven legs. I pulled the towel off of my head and laughed at how my hair went in every different direction. Slowly I began to pull a comb through it. The tangles came right out with almost no effort at all, I liked that aspect of this shampoo. Even though I had rubbed my hair out just a moment ago it felt very heavy and wet, so I hooked up Cindy's old hairdryer with a bonnet on it and turned it on. The heat it pushed out felt good to my scalp. Sitting there with that dryer humming was pretty boring in itself so I found myself rummaging in more of the contents laying next to me on the bed. Everything had that bright pink logo plastered across it, I figured my sister must really like these products because it seemed that everything had that label on it. I decided to mess around a bit while my hair dried, so I began to gather the items that interested me. I found a lipstick brush lying in a small basket and began to apply a creamy lip concoction that I found among the many items to my lips. The creamy deep pink gloss made them lush and shiny with its silky chemical. Holding out her hand mirror, I looked at the success of my efforts. The gloss made my lips almost... well, very sexy and seductive. I liked the effect it was having on my member, straining to be caressed and held. But at sixteen, you usually end up doing it to yourself. As I began to massage the little fellow, I spied some press on nails among the contents on the bed. They were molded in the same glossy pink as the sexy polish on my lips. Tearing open the bag I poured the paper thin nails into my hand, each one was so delicate and sexy. On the backside of each of them there was a clear tape like substance, the directions said to peel off the tape and stick it on your fingernail. One by one I did just that until I had one hand that looked extremely feminine. I thought about stopping there but the impulse to continue got the best of me. So, in the matter of minutes I had applied every last one to my hands. I took the back of my hands and slowly stroked my face, feeling the cool surface of the nails against my warm cheeks. This made my tool spring through my sister's robe. Slowly encircling my hand around my member I marveled at how tiny the nails made my hands look as they gently worked at my erection. I was in heaven right at that moment, I only wished it was someone else's feminine hands working my tool up and down. I didn't want to soil my sisters room with my seed so I tried to stop myself, but it was almost as if my hands were disconnected from my brain. I kept moving them faster and faster until I exploded all over her robe and floor. Disgusted with myself I began to clean my little "accident" up. Removing the dryer bonnet, I walked into the bathroom and threw the tissues into the trash and tried to remove her press on nails. After a few unsuccessful tries I gave up and just washed them. I figured that it would take nail polish remover to take those puppies off. I went back into her room and sat down. Picking up the bonnet I fixed it on my head, as my hair was still a bit damp. Picking up a large brush I popped open a container of red powder and gently pressed the brush into the soft colored dust. My hands worked quickly and began to push the brush in little circle patterns on each cheek. I had seen Cindy do this enough that it seemed almost second nature to me right then. My face was spectacular even by my own standards, I looked like my sister. I couldn't get over how much my face looked like hers, only a bit more innocent and younger. I looked across the room at my reflection in Cindy's vanity and gasped at the beauty that was drying her hair in the mirror. Leaning back my hand came into contact with something sexy and alluring. I brought the soft and silky material around to my sight and felt a twitch in my crotch as I gazed upon the sugary pink confection of lace that was before my eyes. I knew that I really shouldn't try on my sisters garments but I had gone this far, this wasn't that big of a deal anyway... it was just clothing. I reasoned with myself, besides I did want to sleep next to someone wearing sexy clothing didn't I... only I would be the one wearing it. I picked up that sassy filmy material and looked closer at it. The area for the breasts had some gel bags where the lower part of a woman's breast would rest. I guessed that the gel bags were there to give a woman "lift", on the very top of the lifts was some of that clear tape. I looked down at the seat trying to figure how to get into the contraption and found some larger bags in the bottom area. A tag was sewn into the seam at the side, I read what it said... "The forms within this shaping garment will give the wearer a defined feminine shape while lifting her bust. The Pretty in Pink brand has sewn within the waist an elastic band that will shape your tummy and flatten it out, giving it a very smooth appearance. We guarantee that wearing this garment will make you feel extremely sexy and seductive. Just stand back and wait for the compliments." I dropped it back on the bed and pulled off Cindy's robe. Picking the sexy shaper up I stepped into the openings and pulled it up my silky smooth legs. I gasped at the feeling of that material stroking my inner thigh. Once the garment settled around my waist I pushed my young tool out of the way, I didn't want a bulge to show in the front. Slowly the sassy pink material began to gather against my skin as I brought the top up around my chest. Originally, I wasn't intending to pull the tabs on the tape but at the last moment I did. Once peeled, I lifted the skin of my chest up until it was held in place by the tape, giving my normally flat chest the appearance of breasts. After I did it to the other side I was quite surprised at how large it made me appear. Almost as large as my sister, but definitely bigger than my mother... they seemed so real, and huge. I had enough "lift" to create an ample amount of cleavage gathered up within the confines of that strapless, sexy pink item. I pulled off the hairdryer bonnet and threw it on the bed. Closing her door I looked at my reflection in her mirror. "Wow!" I said to myself. I pulled the robe back on and began to strike sexy poses in front of the mirror. It was then that I noticed my hair. "I don't remember pinning my hair up..." My hand slowly reached up and took one of the bobby pins out, noticing another I pulled it down as well. It seemed that I kept finding them until I had over ten laying on the stand beside Cindy's bed. Struggling I tried to remember putting the pins in my hair. But I honestly couldn't remember... but I must have... and forgotten. "What the heck is going on here?" I questioned myself. "My hair even looks lighter... that damn shampoo must have done that to me! Shit! I'll bet it had highlighters in it." I leaned into the mirror and looked at my hair. "Damn, I do have little streaks of blond running through my hair. I'll have to sneak out sometime tomorrow and get some hair color to change it back before everybody gets home... shit... shit... shit!" I reached up and pulled one lock that had been held in place by the pin, pulling it down until it almost touched my shoulder. "Damn... it seemed to have grown out as well!" I reached over to her vanity and picked up a brush. Pulling her hairbrush through my hair in long even strokes I watched in terror and fascination as my hair seemed to become longer and longer with each stroke. By the time I was finished, my hair was very light with brown highlights running through it instead of the brown with blond highlights...and down to my shoulders. The ends were very curly almost as if I had them done professionally. "Shit... I look like a girl!" I shook my head causing my hair to gently sway back and forth. "This is definitely getting cut in the morning." I looked like a teenager's wet dream right about then. Flipping the hair over my shoulder with my hand caused me to pause at that very action. "That looked just like a girl would have done... damn, I look so hot!" I pulled her robe back on and left it untied, each side being pushed away from my breast and flowing with each step I took. Even the filmy shaper made me look sexy as it pulled my waist in and flattened my stomach with its strict structure. I looked into the mirror at my rear and shook my head at the sexy sight that held my gaze for so long. I was about to put on Cindy's slippers to go downstairs when I saw a pair of shiny pink sandals with a long heel laying among the items on her bed. Smiling I slid my feet into the smallish looking shoes and carefully walked out her door. Gently I glided down the stairs while my... Cindy's robe floated behind me as if it were made from butterfly wings. I sat on the couch and pulled my legs under me like I had seen girls do before, watching my glossy nails I began to surf the TV channels. I settled on a stupid flick that normally I never would have been allowed to watch. It was late and there wasn't anyone here to stop me anyway. The show did interest me as it had a couple of teenagers around my age groping and kissing each other in the back seat of a car. Yeah, I had said that it was a stupid flick, but their actions were making my crotch start tingling and ache with desire. I found that my hands slowly made their way to that region without me even being aware that I had moved them. I kept working the fabric between my legs until I thought I was going to explode, realizing that one hand had found its way to my chest I began to fondle that as well. "My God, what am I doing?" The couple was struggling as they pulled off each other's clothes and I almost jumped when the young mans stiff shaft sprang into the view of the young girls eyes. I realized that my breathing was becoming raspy and labored while I worked with one hand then the other at each of those "hot" spots. I had begun to imagine that I was that young girl being fondled and petted in the back seat of that car. I ran up the stairs and quickly into my sister's room, there in the back of her drawer I found what I was looking for. She had hidden it in the very back of her dresser under her panties and bras. I knew she had it because I had seen it when I snooped one other time. It was a long flesh colored dildo. I dashed back to my movie and sat down at the couch. I looked at the stairs and was surprised that I had run both up and again down without a thought about being in those sexy heels. The girl's moans captured my attention at that moment so I turned my head and began to feel the warmth envelope me again. She was moaning as she kissed the boy. I thought I would do whatever she was doing, so I placed both hands around the realistic looking penis and began to play with its rubbery surface. I watched as his hand slowly pushed her head onto his member and found myself becoming more and more in tune with the movie. I also went down on the tool. She began to kiss and lick it as he pumped her mouth so my hands began to pull and push the rubber organ before me. It seemed forever that she worked him until he began to pulse and force his seed into her mouth, I wasn't disappointed either as it began to vibrate and pulse a white liquid into my mouth as well. I removed my mouth with a pop and wiped it with the back of my hand. The contents that had been expelled into my mouth had a strange salty flavor. I laid it back on the couch in shock at what I had just done. I realized that the girl was also doing the same as me, her look of shock mirrored mine. He slowly laid her onto her back and began to kiss her breasts while positioning himself over her wet flower. I laid back myself and watched the movie, I didn't want any more to do with that realistic looking thing. He began to slowly push his way into her causing her to catch her breath. She made a little soft moan that I tried to mimic, I thought I did it pretty well too. Slowly he began to pump this young thing lying under him, I felt the tip of the instrument of my embarrassment lying near my leg and picked it up. I didn't want to ruin the moment so I pulled a bit of the material of my sexy outfit aside and pushed the penis through. As the boy in the movie began to pump, so did I, as she moaned, so did I. I closed my eyes and listened to the movie as I continued to work the tool within my feminine looking hands. She began to scream softly as he picked up his pace. I found myself beginning to feel the emotion locked in me stir. My crotch burned with want and need as the boy and girl continued their sexual scene. I found my legs spreading wider and wider to allow my unseen lover better access to my imaginary slit. The couple in the movie reached their climax at almost the same moment and even though I tried to stop myself from continuing my charade any longer I was unable to quell the fire that surged the rubber object in and out with my hand. I felt a small explosion that caused me to see stars deep within my stomach, as my little nipples grew hard from the excitement. Suddenly the object within my grasp began to vibrate and pulse causing me to squeal and gasp for air. I held my breath as the long flesh colored item kept pulsing its white fluid into my makeshift crotch again and again. Each time it pulsed, I felt little zaps of sexual energy flow into the area between my legs. Only once it grew still was I able to pull it away and drop it on the floor. "Oh... my... God! That was just too freaky!" I panted, trying to regain my breath. Looking down toward my sculpted bosom I saw little beads of perspiration as they glistened against my form enhanced breasts. I realized that I had made a mess of Cindy's clothes and now, unless I did a wash, I would have some serious explaining to do to my family. Rolling on my side caused me to reexamine my imaginary breasts, which fell against each other in a very revealing way. The way they hung as I rolled onto my hands and knees made them look very real. My face was looking down at the culprit of my present condition and I noticed a SRS logo stamped on the side of the rubbery organ. Using the arm of the couch I pulled myself to my feet and turned off the TV. By that time, the young couple had found their way to his parent's bed and were snuggling in each other's arms. I threw the remote down and picked up my nemesis with a very feminine looking hand and carried it to the kitchen. As I walked it seemed to swell in my grasp causing my nipples to harden. I quickly washed it off in icy water and left it lie in the sink. Turning, I decided that I would put as much distance between me and that thing as I could. I walked out of the kitchen and listened to my heels clicking against the hard tile flooring, that sound reminded me of what I was wearing. As I turned the corner and spied the vision that came into view on the full-length bank of mirrors across the room I couldn't believe just how much like a sexy teen I had become. Even my walk looked like how a woman would walk in those heels, each step directly in front of the other. The graceful movement wasn't wasted as it caused my rounded bottom to swing seductively. The image's hair was floating behind her head as she walked closer and closer toward the mirror, her robe moved gently with each movement. It was spooky, she looked too much like a teen dream. Feeling very uncomfortable, I made sure the doors were locked and headed up to clean myself off. As I climbed the stairs I watched my nails glisten in the soft light from the bathroom. What was I doing to myself? I entered the bathroom and stood before the mirror and contemplated my whole actions of the evening. I had never intended to go all the way with the clothing but I had and now I was a bit disgusted with myself. I looked into the mirror and smiled, the glossy pink on my lips reflected the light in their smooth surface. My eyes were framed by the long and dark lashes, along with a bit of makeup that I had placed on them. I lowered them to my bountiful form aided breasts and then to my very tapered waist, I looked every bit like a sexy teen dream. I shook my head causing my lush blonde hair to gently sway back and forth, wasn't it darker than that earlier? I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, pulling my silky knees into the new breasts and thought about what had just happened downstairs. Pushing down the strap of the sandals, I kicked them off, wondering how I ever was able to walk in them shortly after I put them on. It was almost as I had been wearing them all my life, but of course, this was my first time. The realization of being comfortable in those shoes, not minding the way her clothes fit me or how my hair was slowly appearing more blonde and longer was starting to disturb me. It troubled me that I didn't get "stiff" after that first time, while watching the movie... I just felt a strange alien excitement. Resting my head in my hands, I struggled with those feelings that I had just experienced. That damned rubber thing lying in the sink had been at my crotch in the most suggestive way. I know that I couldn't use it the way that my sister probably did, but the feeling that I had was incredible. I had placed it just under my clothing but the persistent rubbing against my own member incited reactions that could have only been interpreted as feminine. My hair cascaded onto my exposed leg causing me to feel the tickle. I looked toward my crotch and the mess that I had there... I needed to get this thing off and clean myself up. Using the counter, I pulled myself to my feet and looked into the mirror. Something wasn't right... I looked shorter. It must be from becoming used to those shoes, they did have a tall heel. But... wasn't I a little bit taller? It must be my imagination... I need to go to bed. Using one of the sculpted nails on my hand I began to pull off the silky pink shaper, that is until I came to the breast portion. The sticky tape pulled and tugged at my skin causing me to wince in pain. I tried to work it off but when the tears begin to well up in my eyes, I just gave up and grabbed a face towel and wetted it down. I pulled the material out so I could work the wet towel inside in an effort to clean it up. The towel gently brushed against a "sensitive" area causing a tingle in my chest, it felt so strange. When I was finally satisfied with it being clean enough until morning, I threw the towel into the hamper. My sister would kill me if she knew what I had done, tomorrow I would wash it properly. I figured that if it wouldn't come off by morning, I would just take a shower with it on... hopefully it would loosen up the tape and let me get out of it. I crawled into my sister's bed. The lace confection I was encased in looked so pretty on me. I slid my legs under the cover sheet and felt the cool sleekness of my silky legs between the sheets. How could Cindy stand it? I rested my head into the pillow as my hair splayed all around me like a long blonde fan. Slowly I closed my eyes and fell softly asleep, thinking of what I had to do in the morning. My sleep was rocked throughout the night as I kept dreaming very strange dreams. The first dream involved me dressed as a female, walking down the hall in school... and everyone laughing. The second one was a bit better, at least from my standpoint. I was standing in a locker room watching all the exceptional girls getting dressed for gym. Some were wearing only underwear, some were entirely nude. The last dream was the one that really bothered me. I was standing in a locker room watching one male undress... my best friend, Joe Martin. He turned toward me wearing only a smile. I moved in to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I drew him in with a kiss, one hand resting on a rapidly rising tool... not mine. His hands gently glided across my breasts causing my nipples to expand out like two little towers of pleasure. We made love right there on the floor, him on top of me. I didn't know what to think when I woke up, part of me was shocked that I had that type of dream... part was disturbed that I had enjoyed it. The first thing that I noticed when I opened up my eyes was the way I was laying in the bed. Both knees were pushed out and my feet were planted almost as if I were bracing myself for something. It was the exact position I was laying when my friend Joe was slowly making love to me in my dreams. I looked out the window at the sun streaming through the lacy curtains, reveling in the dream that I just had. It felt very strange in that type of situation being the female and all. But what I let myself dwell on the most was the image of being penetrated by my friend. I felt my nipples become aroused the more I thought about it so I just threw the covers back and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. Last night's sleep hung within my head like a fog as I put on Cindy's robe and started into the bathroom. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from my eyes I staggered toward my intended destination, unable to think clearly. At that moment I heard our doorbell ring, turning my steps to the stairs I headed down to see who was there. It was one of those moments where you try to stop yourself at the last moment but in this case, I had already started to open the door. My best friend Joe was standing in the doorway with a surprised look on his face, while I stood there like I was frozen, not knowing what to do. A slow smile spread out from his mouth as he slowly realized what he thought he had standing before him. I tried to talk but nothing came out but a trembling sigh. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened to me, and it was probably going to get even worse. I could have just died right about then... I hoped that he didn't recognize me. "Well... hello there!" He smiled trying to impress the female he thought was standing in front of him. I shook like a leaf. "Ah... Hi..." At least he didn't recognize me... yet. He looked past me into the room. "Where is everybody?" I had to think quickly, which I had a real knack for doing, "Uh... they went to Ohio University to check out the campus." I figured that would explain why no one was home... now to come up with a reason this girl was in front of him. "I'm Cindy's and Mark's cousin from Fort Wayne... I'm just here for the weekend." His eyes twinkled as he again tried to impress me. "I've been to Fort Wayne once, stopped there on the way to Chicago." He decided to change the subject. "Well, since the family isn't here and I was coming over to see Mark, uh... I was just thinking... what you going to be doing today? I've been invited to a party around noon and was thinking, since you don't really have anyone here... well, would you want to go to the party with me?" I took a step backward. "Uh... I don't think so... I really shouldn't." I could never go in public wearing what I have on. It was bad enough that Joe saw me even though he didn't recognize me. I can't possibly take that chance. He became more persistent. "So you're going to hang around the house on a beautiful day? A girl as exceptional as you are should be out being seen." I felt my face redden... if he only knew. "Come on... what could you possibly have to do that was so important?" I thought quickly. "I need to have my hair cut and take a shower later." I could see by his expression that those were both lame reasons. I was just hoping that they would deter my persistent friend. I was wrong. "My sister is a beautician at the Clip N Curl, I bet I can get her to cut it for you at about half the price you would pay one of those places downtown." I thought about that, maybe I could save a bit since my hair seemed about five inches longer after I shampooed it last night. But I was afraid to make that attempt. "I don't think I can, besides I need to have it colored." There, that should do it... now maybe he will leave me alone. He had such a boyish little grin cross his face. "I won't take no for an answer, you don't have a good enough excuse to get out of my invitation. Come on, this will be fun. If you're afraid of me, well don't be... I've known Mark's family all my life. I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do. Please reconsider... it'll be fun. You're too damn good looking to hide out in the house all day!" I thought for a moment. "You don't even know my name? What makes you so sure that I would attend anything with a person I've never been properly introduced to?" I thought I had him on that one. He smiled. I found after the dream that I had last night, I could never view that sweet smile the same way again. "Okay then..." He took my hand in his and very tenderly kissed my fingers. "My name is Joe Martin. You may call me Joe... or 'my love' if you prefer." I felt myself blush. I had to quickly come up with a name. As I realized that he hadn't let go of my hand, I thought it would be amusing to play along with his game. "Pleased to meet you Joe, my name is..." Quickly... come up with one quickly... "Leah... Leah Anderson." I figured I would use my same last name. I tried to curtsy like a girl but when I did my robe fell open and Joe saw what I had been wearing. I saw his Adams apple bob with an audible gulp. "Uh... why don't you go get ready and I'll walk you to my sisters house." I almost laughed at his expression, especially when I didn't close the robe immediately. "I'll wait here on the crotch... er... couch." I slowly turned and started up the stairs and studied his face in the mirror appreciatively watching every movement I made walking up those steps. "Oh... my... God! What had I just done? Shit, now I was stuck going along with him," I thought. The last thing that I noticed was the way Joe was "adjusting" himself when he thought I wasn't looking. I actually smiled and that really bothered me. How could I be amused about making my best friend aroused, then again... he DID think I was a girl. It would only be natural for a young boy to be sexually stimulated by a beautiful girl standing in front of him wearing this lacy pink contraption that I currently had on. I stepped into Cindy's bedroom and closed the door. Now what will I do? He thinks that I am a girl named Leah, if I take off this shaper, I won't look anything like a girl. Looking down I frowned, as far as my figure is concerned, I'd end up looking like a girl with a very flat chest. I decided right at that moment, I would have to keep up the ruse. I left the shaper on, went to the bag, and again dumped the contents on the bed. I found a little T-shirt that was almost too feminine for my taste, but it was better than wearing a dress. It was a light pink with a low neckline, and very tight. I decided that it must be made from the same material as the shaper... at least I wouldn't look like a boy in drag. I found some cute little white socks that had a fuzzy little logo just above the ankle, and put them on. There was a pair of jeans in the pile but I was pretty sure they would never fit me. I tried them on just to make sure. The Denim was pretty stretchy and before I knew it, I had them on and buttoned up. "Humm... I never would have thought those would fit in a million years." I looked at myself in her mirror. I figured that I could probably pull it off with the help of that "Pretty in Pink" shaper... I did look like a teenage girl. I looked down toward my legs and realized that the jeans ended just below my knee with a little cut up the seam on the side. "Looks just like any other girl's legs wearing Capri pants," I said to myself. I looked closer, my legs looked so sleek now that they have been shaved. Smiling in appreciation of how I looked I thought to myself. "Glad I could tan a bit before I did something stupid like this... I could just see myself with ghost white legs." I looked again at myself in the mirror. "Funny thing is, I remember getting a tan... I just don't remember it being this dark!" Picking up a brush I began to pull it through my hair. "Holy shit! What happened to my hair!" It seemed that the brush went on forever as I slowly drug it downward. My hair was very blonde but had a few brown highlights running through it. But the biggest change was that it went well past my shoulder blades. I ran to Cindy's vanity and picked up the scissors, holding out a lock I decided that I couldn't wait for Joe's sister... I was going to cut it right here and now. As I closed down on the handle, the scissors seemed to shatter in my hands and fall to pieces on the floor. "Oh my God... my hair is indestructible." I began to panic as I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran back to her vanity and picked up a smaller pair of scissors and leaned into my reflection in the mirror. I carefully held them up to my eyes and tried to shorten the long seductive lashes that curled toward my eyebrow... again those scissors fell apart in my hand. "Shit... shit... shit! I have got to figure out something! And fast!" I looked at the clock, I had been up here for almost 40 minutes... I had to finish getting ready or he would come looking for me. I picked up a pair of snow white jogging shoes and began to tie them, the whole time trying to figure the next step I was going to have to do. "I have to get this day over and try to get all of this crap off before tomorrow night... Shit, I should have known better!" I planted both feet on the floor and stood up, and straightened my top. I noticed a purse of Cindy's laying in the corner... "I'll need that, every girl my age has one." I opened it up and dumped out the trash and dust bunnies and started throwing anything that I thought a girl would have in there. I picked up a lipstick and applied some liberally around my mouth, then throwing it inside with the rest of the items. Next, I found the Mascara and quickly brushed it through my lashes, screwed the lid back on and dropped it alongside the lipstick. I watched the sheen of my nails as they pushed the contents around on the bed until they picked up a glass bottle with a spray nozzle on the end. I squirted my neck and wrists a few times and dropped it too in the purse. I closed the purse and slung it on my shoulder and hesitated at the door. "Oh my God... what am I thinking?" I had just realized that I put on more lipstick and Mascara as if I were on autopilot. What made it worse was that I had done it without even thinking... almost as if I had been doing it for years. I felt a sudden cold chill roll down my spine. My hand closed around the doorknob, pulled it open, and headed toward the bathroom. I didn't even know why I was headed there because I didn't have to go right at that moment... come to think of it... I hadn't had to go since the folks left yesterday. "My God... what is happening?" I thought. I pushed my way into the bathroom and sat my purse on the counter, reaching up I pulled out my toothbrush. I washed my brush off and opened the toothpaste that I just noticed was in my hand, again with the Pretty in Pink label. "When did I pick that up?" The toothpaste was a gel type but in a clear pink. I scrubbed at my teeth for about 7 minutes instead of my normal 2 or 3, then rinsed. It wasn't too bad... sort of a hot mint taste that made me suck air into my mouth to try and cool it down. Leaving the bathroom, I headed toward my bedroom. I opened my drawer and pulled out my stash of lawnmower money... $26.00 to be exact. "I may need that at some point today," I thought. I turned and headed down to meet Joe. I walked from the stairs into the living room where Joe had seated himself. He smiled and stood up as I entered the room. I grinned at him. "Such the gentleman," I kidded, having never seen him do that before for any female. His response was in a boyish smile that tugged at my heart. "Wow, Leah... you look fantastic!" I didn't know what to say back to him, so I just returned his compliment with a smile. He stepped nearer to me. "Your perfume smells so sexy too!" "Oh great, now what have I done!" I silently thought to myself, but to my chagrin, I smiled at him like some love struck schoolgirl. "Let me get the keys and we can go," I said trying to change the subject. He watched me walk to our key minder and headed toward the door to wait for me. He smiled and motioned for me to exit. "Ladies first!" I flushed with embarrassment and just quietly stepped past him... if he only knew. It wasn't without apprehension that found me strolling down our sidewalk with Joe next to me. The sun felt pretty good right about now as I was feeling a bit chilled in the house, it was still a pretty cool morning anyway. I could feel Joe watching me almost as if he knew who I was and was about to say it to the whole world. "You cold?" he asked. "Uh... I'm okay," I responded. He started to pull off his jacket and handed it to me. "Here put this on." I just stared at him. "What's this for?" He just pointed to the goose bumps on my arm. "I figured you may need something to keep the chill off... that's all." I didn't really want to take it, but I slowly put it on, it actually did feel warmer. I hadn't realized that I was cold before, I don't understand... I never get cold. I'm always wearing shorts right into November, in fact, my parents have always wondered how I could go without shoes and socks in the house during the winter. But now, I was chilly... go figure. I gave him a weak smile. "Um... thank you Joe, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I was sure that I had dressed pretty well for the day." He smiled and waived his hand as if saying "No problem." He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued walking. "That's all any gentleman could do, give up his jacket for a elegant lady." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "I figured you would need it eventually anyway." I smiled but hid it from him, now it was my chance to tease. "I bet you do that for all of the girls?" "No... not really, just the ones I like." I felt his hand brush against mine for a moment. The sudden contact made me remember that I really wasn't Leah Anderson. "Shit, what is happening to me?" I was getting really concerned with my actions and reactions around Joe. Inwardly, I was panicking. How could I lead Joe on like this... I was a guy for crying out loud. His best friend! I grew silent as we walked along that tree lined street with Joe at my left, I was praying that nobody would recognize me. I found myself wondering where we were walking, I knew that we were heading to his sisters house but I had never met his sister, and really didn't know where she lived. We were slowly approaching a corner and I didn't know which way to turn when I felt Joe's hand slide around my tapered waist, gently guiding me toward the left. I shuddered at the feel of his hand resting on my hip. Slowly he worked his thumb into my belt loop. I felt fear at that moment, but said nothing. My fear was very misplaced, Joe meant nothing by holding me, in fact the fear I was actually feeling was because I was enjoying it. Somewhere deep inside me, I was enjoying the thought of my friend protecting me. I felt a tingle in my chest... I wish that would stop! He sensed that I wasn't going to pull away and instead, pulled me closer. Against all of my internal screaming, I smiled and leaned in by holding his arm around the biceps. To compound matters more, I laid my head on his shoulder. "Why am I acting like this? Why can't I control it? What's happening to me?" I cried inside my head. I had been noticing that even my movements this morning have been so fluid and graceful, almost as if I was turning into a girl or something. That thought gave me pause, especially when I started to put the clues together... things like, being compelled to shave my entire leg instead of the unseen thigh, doing makeup and completing the entire ensemble to make me look totally feminine. What if those items on the bed were doing this to me? Why did Cindy have them, she was already beautiful. While deep in those thoughts, Joe commented on my silence. "Why so quiet, babe?" "Babe?" I wondered where the heck that came from. "Sure Leah, I always have called you babe?" He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I felt the hot kiss with my hand. "Why did you just do that?" He stopped and turned me toward him. "Are you okay? I mean, we don't have to go out if you really don't want to." I was taken aback at his comment. "Who ever said this was a date?" I asked. "I certainly didn't!" He let go of my belt loop and looked at me with a sad expression, like I had just said something horrible. "Leah, we've been dating for over a year. What's wrong? Why are you acting so strangely?" I knew then and there that whatever was happening to me was also affecting Joe as well. He now thought we had been dating all this time... "What next?" I wondered. I watched him just ahead of me, why was I acting so strangely? Somehow whatever was happening to me was involving Joe. Was it the perfume I was wearing... was it causing me to "think" that I was having these goofy conversations with Joe. Were they laced with some kind of drug? I could never imagine Cindy being involved with any sort of drug so I was pretty sure that was out of the question. I noticed that the distance between Joe and I was close to six feet, he paused. I found myself looking at the tight jeans he was wearing, he noticed my glance but said nothing. He turned toward me and grasped both of my hands. I looked into his eyes and felt myself melt. "Get a grip on yourself," I practically shouted in my mind. I realized at that moment that Joe was much taller than I was, funny I had never noticed it before. He cleared his throat and smiled at me. "We've been dating a long time now haven't we Leah?" "Uh... I guess so," I lied. "Would you do something reasonable if I asked?" His fingers played with my long blonde hair. "Sure Joe... within reason." I couldn't see where this conversation was going. "One of the things that really turn me on about you is... well, is your hair. Please don't get it cut!" Even his eyes were pleading. I knew what he meant by that, I really liked to see girls with long hair... so damn sexy. But on the other hand, I didn't like it on me! I had to get that off as soon as possible, at the rate it seemed to be growing... I would be able to sit on it before long. I knew just what I was going to say to him. "Okay Joe, I'll keep it long for you!" "Now where the hell did that come from?" My mind screamed! I felt myself lean in and kiss him square on the mouth. His hands rested on the small of my back as they pulled me closer. "Oh... God, help me!" I prayed. His kiss was very deep and passionate as he gradually pulled away. He released my lower lip which he had sucked into his mouth. I found myself opening my eyes and returning his gaze, only mine was filled with surprise. I could feel his hands still resting on my lower back, when he looked across the street. "Hey Hon, how about us playing a round of two of miniature golf? That might occupy some of our time until Chad's party starts." I slowly turned my head and looked in the same direction that he had been looking, not sure of what to think at the moment. "Uh... sure, that would be fine." I sighed. I felt as though I had been drugged, walking towards that establishment. A whole flood of feelings washing over me with each step. Every part of my being was on some type of overload right now and I wasn't too sure what would happen next. I looked at my left hand where Joe's firm grasp was warm and protective. "Why was I feeling the way I am... was I turning gay? Why was I acting so girlie all of the sudden? Why did I allow myself to be felt up AND kissed? I had to get answers to these questions before it was too late... or I embarrassed myself so much that I could never show my face in this town again!" My mind raced with the flood of these questions. On the other hand, I was actually enjoying the thought of playing miniature golf against Joe. I considered this... my course, where I was consistently 5 to 6 strokes better than Joe. I wondered what he would think of his pretty little girlfriend beating the socks off of him. I smiled at the surprise I planned on giving him. I stood in the background demurely as he paid and selected the putters and balls. Pointing in the general direction of our course, "Let's play that one." He waived his hand indicating for me to start but I told him that I wanted to watch him do it first, so he relented and placed his ball. With an easy tap I watched with surprise as his ball went directly into the hole and vibrated to a stop at the bottom. I gave him a surprised look and smiled, lining up my shot to the hole... this would be too easy. Tap! I didn't even watch the ball but gave him a smug look. He returned the look with a gesture toward the hole, smiling. I turned my head and realized that I was about four feet on the other side... I had overshot the hole. "Oh, poop!" I whispered causing him to laugh out loud. I lined up the short shot and gave the ball another tap, it rolled directly toward the hole and caught the corner sending it off in another direction. "Rimmed it," Joe commented. I frowned. I stood there glaring at that little yellow ball with my arms folded, the putter leaning against my crotch. I had never had this much trouble before, I realized that I might be a bit nervous so I blew out and upward causing my bangs to flutter in the forced breeze. I glanced up at Joe and he winked at me, slowly I tapped the ball again. It rolled toward the hole, and stopped with about an inch to go. "Oooh... so close," Joe groaned as his body language was trying to push the ball in without actually touching it. I on the other hand, pushed it in with my foot. He got out our card and penciled into it. "Let's see... Joe has one stroke, Leah... four strokes. Next hole!" I really hated to lose. With even more determination, I focused on beating him from here out. "Hole in one!" he shouted as he walked to pick up his ball. "That makes two in a row!" I groaned and placed my ball down. With as graceful of a swing as I could muster, I gave the ball a tap sending it into motion. I watched as that little possessed sphere roll right past the hole and deep into the corner. "Aw nuts!" I said tamping my foot. I walked back to the ball and lined up the putt again... Tap! It rolled about three feet, caught a hill and started racing back to where Joe was standing. "Oooohh!" I squealed, sounding much like a girl would have sounded. I walked back toward Joe who smiled at me and said, "I can help you if you wish." "I can do it," I replied softly. Slowly I tapped the ball, which rolled up a small hill, reversed course, and struck me in my foot. I waited for a laugh from Joe that never came. As I took a deep breath and lined myself up with the ball, I felt his strong arms drape around me and place my hands on the shaft of the putter. "Here's the correct way to hold it." I watched him move my hands into a position that I KNEW was the correct way, only... it hadn't been the way I was holding the putter before. What the heck would cause me to forget something as important as that? I gently tapped the ball with his help, it was a tap harder than I had previously hit, but not as hard as I wanted to hit the stupid thing. The more we stood there I became aware of his cologne and soft breathing against my exposed neck. His feet were placed outside my own and I could almost feel his crotch nest the valley of my bottom. Again the tingling feeling spread across my chest as I tried to pull away. His hands slowly stroked upward as he began to kiss the soft skin of my neck. Our breathing became unsteady as I reluctantly stepped away from him. "Joe... I... I don't think we should." He had a sad look cross his face but smiled. "I'm sorry, Leah... next time, I'll wait until we have the cover of darkness." He grinned mischievously. I felt myself smile. "Shit! Why did I just do that?" I wondered. He just stood there with that stupid smile on his face, while my mind filled with more and more questions. My comment brought him out of his stupor. "Um... I believe it's your shot," I reminded him. "Oh... yeah!" He walked back to the green and dropped his ball, I could tell that he was visibly flustered by what had just happened. I watched him look around before hitting his ball and smiled to myself as a sneaky thought began to form in my mind. "If that little episode bothered him so much, what would happen if I kept teasing him during our little match?" He tapped the ball and I almost giggled out loud as it went wide of his mark. "There may be an advantage here," I thought to myself. I waited for him to re-set himself and I moved just opposite him. I flipped my long hair over my shoulder as if I were practicing my putting stance. As I held the long shaft of the putter I used my elbows to gently squeeze in my form aided breasts to give them an appearance of vast amounts of cleavage. I didn't miss with my theory. He hit the ball too hard and it bounced right over the cup. I smiled. He put his putter in his right hand and leaned on it. "That'll be enough of that Missy!" I giggled at his discomfort, looked down, and raised only my eyes to him. The look was intended to bother him even more. I knew the picture I presented to him was one of seduction and desire... I smiled. He smiled, shook his head at me and tried to concentrate. It dawned on me that I appeared to be actively flirting with him... why the heck was I doing that? I know that I was using my so called feminine wiles to disrupt his game, but what did I care if he beat me or not. It troubled me to think that I was acting just like a young woman in love. My efforts to bother Joe didn't go unnoticed to me either, he was beginning to sport a playful little bulge. I knew it was bothering him as he kept adjusting himself when he didn't think I noticed. He finally walked back to the T-pad and told me it was my turn. I giggled as I watched him pencil in a "4" for his score. He moved in behind me and slid his hands around my waist to help me put again, what I felt... wasn't there the last time we did this. That definite bulge was right now spooned at the crease of my bottom. He used his elbows to pull me into his eager erection, he wanted me to see what effect I had on him. I giggled. With a breathy voice he whispered, "God Leah... you are so hot!" I found myself wiggle my hips slowly, grinding him into me even more. His large hand gently began to make its way to my breast. I suddenly realized what was happening and forced myself out of his arms. "I'm so sorry Joey, I didn't mean to do that." I wondered whether I was telling the truth or not. He was now facing me. "I want you in the worse way, Leah... I love everything about you," he said as he tried to shove his erection out of site causing me to giggle. He pulled me in with his embrace. "Especially that... just its very sound makes me horny." He kissed my waiting mouth. My eyes danced from one eye to another as I tried to drink in our closeness. "The sound of what?" I quizzed with a breathy voice. Then paused at the sound of my girlish voice. "The sound of your voice... your laugh. You're a young, sexy girl... with the body of a woman." Again he closed in with a kiss, his tongue fighting mine for position. I moaned. Reluctantly, I again pushed him away. "We'll never get done if we don't stop doing this! I'll be okay... I think I can manage by myself." He walked opposite me and stood outside the green. I felt another series of tingles in my breasts and crotch. As they subsided, I found the control I needed and hit the ball. The rest of the match went pretty well and even though he still ended up beating me, it was only by 8 strokes rather than the zillion that he probably would have before. We were both very uncomfortable in very different ways, his was because of an erection that never really went away. Mine, because of the strange and alien feelings that I kept having... about myself... and about him. Somehow I had gone from trying to figure out how to get myself out of this situation, to trying to figure out a way of maintaining this ruse longer. I had worried earlier about whether I was "turning gay", now it didn't matter. I think I am falling in love with Joey, whether those items of Cindy's had anything to do with it... I didn't care. Sadly, I started wishing that I was a real female so I could stay this way forever, but I knew that I would have to remove these items by tomorrow and return to being... just Mark. He sought out my soft hand as we left the park. "Hey... what's the matter? Are you mad at me?" I just shook my head but kept silent, afraid that I might start to cry. I became determined to make the most of the day that we had left so I put on my best smile and wrapped my slender hands around his arm. He kissed the top of my head as we walked toward the party. I didn't realize how hot it had gotten during our golf outing because it was mostly played under the canopy of trees. I slowly removed his jacket and folded it across my arm. He squeezed my hand. "You're deep in thought. Babe, bet I know what's on your mind?" "Oh... you do? Well let's see what you think IS on my mind... tell me!" I looked up into his eyes while shielding the sun with my hand. He smiled and let go of my hand and instead put his arm around my slim waist. "I bet you are wondering what I was going to do when I graduate? Right?" That thought had never crossed my mind, I had always figured that he would wait until we graduated to decide. I said as much. "Why the hurry, you still have a year to decide?" "No... honey, YOU have a year to decide, I graduate this year!" I stopped as if struck. What had happened, I always knew he was older than me by a year but I distinctly remember him being held back as a kid for being so ill when he was 9. I was sure of it. "What about when you were in third grade and I was in second? Didn't you have to repeat that year you were ill?" "I was sick a bunch that year... but not enough to be held back." He stroked my long golden hair. "No, that's not really what's bothering you... now is it?" he questioned. I struggled trying to think of what direction he was going with this conversation. He saw a bench just inside a park between some trees we were passing and gently pulled me in that direction. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I felt so stupid sitting there like that. Part of me wanted to bolt for my own safety, part wanted to sit here and act like the girl I was portraying. Something was happening... to me, to Joey, and our surroundings. He looked around shyly and started to stare at the ground while he sought out the courage to speak privately to me. "We've been dating for awhile now... pretty steadily at that. I really, really like you Leah. I want to be with you every waking moment that I live, I don't want to lose that feeling. I know that you've got to be worried that once I'm off in college, you will lose me to some other girl. I want you to know that it isn't going to happen... I won't let it happen, do you want to know why?" I'm sure that I had a very puzzled look on my face. He smiled and pulled my legs up onto the bench while cradling me in his arms. He bent over and kissed me sweetly. I wanted to run... and yet, something was compelling me to stay. He continued, "Over the years I have fallen in love with you, and... I... um." I could see tears welling up in his deep brown eyes. "I want to be the one who you always turn to... forever." I giggled a bit. "Why Joey, that sounds like you're about to propose or something?" I smiled, waiting for him to finish. "Well... you're right. Leah..." He gently sat me on the bench and got down on his knee while reaching in his pocket. I began to tremble with anticipation and fear. "Leah... will you marry me? I mean... when I'm through with college?" I didn't know what to say right then, I choked back my surprise as I tried to find my voice. "Joey... I... I really don't know what to say? Can I think about it a bit?" He patted my knee. "Take all the time you need, Love!" I sat there on the bench with him still holding my hands when I realized that he was placing a ring on my finger. I panicked a bit then I got my composure. "I didn't say yes... yet." He continued to push it up my finger. "You didn't say no either." "Well... that's true, but I wanted to think about it for awhile," I said as he finished pushing it up and began to rotate it on my finger until a sparkling white diamond came into view. I caught my breath as I saw how lovely it looked. "Oh... Joey!" I whispered. He gently took hold of my chin and kissed me deeply. "I said that I could wait... If I have to, I can wait forever!" I stood up and gently pushed him away. "Joey... I". He followed me and placed his finger on my lips to keep me from saying anything. "Take your time Leah, you don't need to answer right away..." his voice spoke so softly. I turned my back to him and moved toward a beautiful rose garden. I could feel his eyes follow me, but he stayed at the bench... I think he wanted to give me a moment to myself. I walked into the splendor of the beautiful roses and their heavenly scents, stopping one by one to smell the fragrant flowers. I couldn't understand what had happened to me since yesterday, I had gone from just trying on Cindy's clothes... to this. Seeing another bench resting just on the other side of the flowering bushes I made my way there, stealing a glance toward Joey. I saw that he had seated himself and was watching me. He waived my direction, I waived back. I thought back to this morning when he caught me as I opened the door, I was so embarrassed but finally relieved when he didn't recognize me. Then it seemed as we progressed through the morning, we also progressed in our relationship. We had gone from Mark dressed like a girl, and his buddy Joe... to Leah and Joey. I frowned when I realized I had thought of him as "Joey," where did that come from? I was troubled that the longer I stayed in these clothes, the more and more girlie I became. I know that I couldn't possibly become a girl... that would be impossible. I looked through the leaves of the flowers toward Joey, somehow... I was falling in love with him, even if I know it is wrong. Glancing down at the ring he gave me, I marveled at the sparkling diamond it held. I thought about that stone perched on top of that ring, it started out as a ugly black chunk of rock about a million years ago... pressed and crushed into shape over time until it became the glorious stone I'm seeing today. I felt a bit like that diamond, going from a geeky kid who lusted after my sister's belongings to... this. If I could only stay this way... forever. I didn't just want to be a guy who dresses up like a beautiful woman... I wanted to BE that woman. Right down to the last molecule. I wanted everything that a normal woman experiences, including even the most disgusting aspect... periods. Without that monthly visitor, I could never realize the ultimate dream of mine... bearing children. I know that some people would scoff at my deepest wish, but how could a woman have a beautiful functioning body, and not want to experience children. I know they are out there, somewhere... and I would gladly trade places with them in a heartbeat. I wouldn't care if she were chubby or thin, ugly or beautiful. I just wanted to be loved, and have a family... as a real woman, what is wrong with that? I shuddered at the very thought that had rolled through my head. I tried not to dwell very much on the day as a whole, but certain aspects of it were still troubling, I could remember just wanting to try the silky clothes of Cindy's on... at that time the thought of completely dressing up never even crossed my mind. Now look at me, I'm beginning to think like a female. Every part of my actions and reactions are female... something is even affecting my mind. I never wanted to be a girl before, now I not only want to be a girl... I want to conceive like a girl and go all the way by experiencing a developing child, deep within my womb. Sadly I shook my head. "All this is impossible, who am I trying to kid!" I whispered to myself. Subconsciously, I opened my purse up and brought out a small pocket mirror. Slowly I began to "freshen" up my face, as I watched my efforts within the reflection, I came to the knowledge that I would live my life as I wanted... I would let no one bring me down. Glancing back to Joey I smiled, I wanted him, I wanted to have him hold me but I also know that it will never happen. Joey must never know that the "real" Leah is his friend Mark. Daintily, I adjusted my top so it would show off my form aided cleavage. I wonder what Joey would think if he knew that the girl he has been hanging out with all day was really a guy. I placed my hand over my face and sighed. Again the thoughts began to haunt my mind. "I told him that I was Leah... a cousin of Mark and Cindy's... but later he said we have been dating for a year... what is going on? Is this some sick joke? How could anything that is affecting me, also be affecting Joey? Why do I keep calling him Joey? I have never had a nickname for him before... why now? Why Joey? I shook my head and said to myself. "It's sounds like a name a girl WOULD call her boyfriend!" I know that some of what I was feeling was so sudden and alien to me, starting onl