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Revenge of the Girlfriends By Jennifer White Hello, you can call me Elle. I can switch personas and bodies, but that is what I currently use. You see, I am actually hundreds of years old. I am what many people call a 'witch'. We are very misunderstood, and have received a bad rap from things that went on long ago in a less enlightened age. Back then you see, people were highly superstitious, and were quick to blame anything they didn't understand on the supernatural. For example, the famous incident at Salem, there was no real witches. They murdered their own innocent children, because of fear and ignorance. We do exist, and we are real, but we are careful to hide among you. We do not like to make our presence known unless we really need to. It just goes against our ancient ways. Think of us like honeybees: bees are around everywhere, and do beneficial things for you like pollinating your flowers, not to mention making honey. But if you pose a threat to the bee (especially to the Queen), a bee possesses a powerful sting. Bees only use this sting for defensive reasons. Once you've been stung, you give bees a wide clearance next time. I also like the analogy, because the Queen rules the hive. The female in charge. As it should be. The males are lowly workers, whose sole purpose in life is to serve the Queen, and the hive. If only it was the same with humans! We would be much better off. So you see, we witches are the same way: leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone. We'll do some things which are beneficial to you (we've done more good things than you could ever imagine. We just do it anonymously, so as not to attract attention). But if you pose a threat to us, watch out! We also have a very nasty sting. Once we've 'stung' you, you won't ever cross us again. *** One of the many misconceptions of us, is that we are old, ugly, wrinkled hags with warts on our noses. We might take on that appearance if we so choose (to scare children perhaps?), but why make yourself look like that if you didn't have to? We *are* women, and what woman would want to be ugly? Ask any woman what she would look like if she could choose her own form, and I doubt you'd get many who pick our stereotype! In my current form as Elle, I am tall, blond, and pretty (but not Hollywood glamorous. That would be too flashy). I have reached a point in my life, where I have began to feel my feminine needs, such as the one for bearing children. I want to have a baby girl, so I can raise her, nurture her, and pass on all that I know. There are no male witches, so I had to find a human male. However, I wouldn't want to have a long term relationship with a man. How would it work if I were to get married to him, then as he gets older, I still look young? He would know what I really am, as well as his family. I could not risk that. I needed something for the short term. But I didn't want a 'one night stand' either. Being a woman, I wanted a relationship. I want all the things a normal woman wants. So I decided that the best thing would be to find someone who I could date for six to nine months, get him in bed, get pregnant, then disappear from his life. I also didn't want to use any spells on him; it had to be a normal relationship if I was to fulfill my desires. If he was just acing under my spell, all of the thrill of a relationship is gone. I didn't want a puppet. I wanted a partner. I had to find a man who was looking for love, but one who was not good at attaining a long term commitment. That way, when I broke up with him, he wouldn't suspect anything. He would think that I was just the next woman to dump him. I found such a man at a local coffee house, and went to work on him. I did all the things you girls out there would do: I set up the situation, then let him think that he was picking *me* up. I was quiet, coy, and shy, letting him talk on and on about himself. After I complemented him several times, and laughed at his jokes, he felt at ease, and I was able to get him to ask me out for a date. That started our relationship. *** Mike was a successful businessman. He was in his thirties, smart and athletic. Good breeding stock. I let him get closer and closer to me, step by step, until we reached the point where he started sleeping over at my place on a semi- regular basis. I was about ready to let him sleep in my bed, and make love to me. At least that was my original plan. I was going to let him have sex with me, then like all men, he would become bored and want to leave. Perfect. But there was one problem. Despite by meticulous planning, I had not foreseen one small detail: I was falling in love. That hadn't happened to me for over 150 years, and I didn't think it would ever happen again. Perhaps it was my raging hormones (I am a woman after all), or perhaps it was our chemistry together. But in either case, I was developing strong feelings for Mike. And that created my blind spot. And then there was the way he talked to me. He said so many great little romantic things, telling me how wonderful I was, and how he wanted to be with me for all time. One thing he told me made me almost want to cry. He said, "When I'm with you, I feel like the luckiest man on earth. You are everything I could ever have wished for, and I've waited all my life to finally meet you." He was special. So I changed my mind (a woman's prerogative after all!), and decided that I would open my heart to him, and let him stay in my life. Perhaps I would even reveal who I really was, and let him stay with me. I had a romantic dinner all set up for Friday, silk sheets on the bed, and everything set to go. I was ovulating, at the height of my fertility cycle. Now was the time. But that night, he called me. "Look Elle, I don't know how to say this, but this just isn't working out for me anymore." he said. "I tried to give you one more chance last night, but it didn't click. I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to break it off." "But why?" I said, stunned and hurt. "You told me all those romantic things..." "I don't know how to say it. It... it just isn't right for me. But look, we can still be friends. You said you had tickets to the football game next weekend. I'd go to that with you!" "I'll think about it." I said, then hung up without a good- bye. I was just devastated. I had not foreseen this coming. I guess I was too blind because of my own feelings, and I hadn't even thought that he would be capable of doing this. One more date, and I would have at least been impregnated, so I could go back to my original plan. But just before the one day I put the most effort into? After all of the trouble I had gone through? And after I had opened my heart to him and made an emotional investment???!!! I was angry and upset. I was also very frustrated that he could not express in words how he felt, and couldn't even tell me what the problem was. I think that hurt the most. I went to bed in tears. I seethed as I lay in bed, and boiled with anger within as I cried myself to sleep. *** The next morning, I was still fuming. How dare he do this to me! I needed someone who I could talk to, so I called a few of my friends to get together for lunch. I had friends who were of my own kind, as well as 'normal' humans. A women, we all shared a bond, and were able to communicate differently than women do to men. When a woman is upset, talking to her friends is the best way she has to make herself feel better. Just saying what is the matter to a sympathetic listener can often help relieve the emotional stress you feel. But most men can't even listen for five seconds without cutting you off, leaving you feeling even more upset then when you started. Or they don't listen, and their minds wander off. What strange beings. I needed to be around women. We met at a coffee house on Main Street, sitting around a large round table. There were five of us there together: me, Becky (another 'witch'), Anne, Carla, and Jane. We talked and talked about men and our relationships. When it got to my turn, I told them how Mike had told me such wonderful things, then had walked out on me. "Mike said to me that he was the luckiest man on earth, I was everything he had ever wished for, and he had waited all his life to meet me. Then he dumped me!" "Wait." cut in Jane. "Is this Mike Jackson you're talking about?" "Yes!" I said, "How did you know?" "I dated him, and he used the same line on me!" A girl at the next table walked over. "Sorry to but in," she said, "but I overheard you talking about Mike Jackson. I used to go out with him too." "What happened?" asked Jane. "He dumped me!" she replied. Her name was Kristen, and we compared notes on Mike with her. We all had shared similar experiences with him. We exchanged numbers, and promised to keep in touch. *** That night, I consulted the spirits. I found out others Mike had dated. Leslie, Terri, Jane, Charlotte, Marie, Laura, Sarah, Kristen, Carrie, and Cindi. I tracked them each down, talked to them, and found a way to have a 'party' where we all would be together at my house. It took almost two weeks until I was able to set it all up for Friday night. My plan was in place, and I made the necessary preparations. Since it was two weeks since I ovulated, my period was starting up, and I was very uneven emotionally (as if I needed one more thing to set me off!). It always seems to have such great timing, doesn't it? "The curse" is upon even us witches. I snuck into Mike's house at night, and read from his mind thoughts about each of his former girlfriends as he slept. I found out what had attracted him to each of them, and what he hated about them, especially after they broke up with him. I also left a few small objects around his place, which he would never notice because just like most men, he was somewhat of a slob in his cluttered home. These were special objects, 'transmitters', which had been endowed with what you would call magic powers. They would allow me to watch over him, what he was doing and thinking. I could also become like a shadow, and watching him myself as I was doing now. But with so much to do, I would settle for observing from afar. My plan was devious, and he would never suspect what was coming. I had administered justice before, but never anything this severe. If it was a woman who had wronged me, I would not have dared do anything as extreme, but he was only a man, a lower life form, and not worthy of the respect and honor a woman should be treated with. *** Friday eventually rolled around, and I was ready. The girls all showed up more or less on time, and we started the party. For the first few hours we drank wine, ate cheese, gossiped, chatted, and just had fun getting to know one another. But then we got down to business as the topic turned towards Mike and his past deeds. Each of the women recounted their stories, and we all joined in yelling "Hey, he did that to me too!" It was great fun, and made us all feel better that other women had shared similar experiences. It is comforting to know you're not the only one. And it helps you bond with your sisters. Now that we were on the right topic, with Mike getting slammed by all the girls, and with enough wine having been consumed, everyone was loosened up. I went to my back room, and came out with a book on spiritualism that I had purchased at the mall for this occasion. I told them that we should conduct a seance and ask a spirit to administer justice for us, using the book as a guide. Now of course, all of the things the book recommended were worthless and had no real effect. But it would be a good show, so that the women would never suspect that the results came from my powers. It was a great cover story. I had us do all of the silly things the book suggested, sitting in a ring, holding hands, with the lights dim except a single candle. Then chanting in unison, getting louder and louder. There were several fits of giggles, but we pretty much followed the silly directions. You see, things like sitting in a circle holding hands are not necessary. But for some reason, people expect this at a seance, so why not let them do it. One of the women, Sarah, was still sort of friends with him, and saw him from time to time. She was uncomfortable about doing something that might hurt him, but fortunately, Jane came to my aid before I had to say anything. "Don't be silly." she said. "This is more for us than him. We're all exercising the demon of his presence from *us*!" "Yeah, let's get back to it." said Cindi. "And perhaps this will cure him, so there won't be another victim!" "Oh spirit," I intoned, reading from the book, trying not to laugh, "bring us justice!" I pulled out a piece of blank paper, and held it out for all to see. I wrote his name on it, and read aloud the next instruction. "Touch this paper to your lips, whisper like this: 'I Elle, curse thee Mike'. Pass it down the line." When the paper made it all the way around, I pulled out a large metal bowl. "It says we're supposed to shred the paper, burn it, and touch our lips with ashes." The paper burned quickly, and we all crowded in to touch the ashes to our lips. The lights came back on, and we got back to partying. We turned up the tunes and did some dancing, as Charlotte broke out the margaritas. I knew I would have a hangover in the morning. Before getting too drunk, I asked Sarah if she would let me see the ring she wore on her index finger. She was Mike's friend, and I knew she would see him. So she would be the one he would turn to when he needed some female help, as he was going to need, very soon. As she held it out for me to see, I used my powers to alter it, so that it would act like a transmitter too, allowing me to spy on her. Now I could keep an eye on him when he was with her too. The party wound down around 10:30, and everyone started to leave. They all thanked me for hosting, and said we must get together again. The last one to leave was Sarah, who helped me clean up a bit. She was very nice. I was sure that she would take pity on Mike when he came to her for help. Yes, he would soon beg for female help. *** After everyone left, before I went to bed, I cast the real spell on Mike. I had the bowl from the ashes, which was actually useful for this particular spell because all the girls had touched it. In real life, magic was nothing like what the books said. In fact, as soon as I completed the work, I threw the book right into the trash where it belonged. What a waste of paper. People actually believed that stuff? Since I could spy on Mike through the transmitters, I tuned my thoughts in, and sat back to watch the fun. *** Mike was at his house, with several male friends over. They were drinking beer and watching an X rated movie someone had rented. They all hooted and hollered at the screen (as if the images from the DVD could hear them!). As the magic began to work on Mike, he started to feel strange, so he went over to the bathroom, and locked the door. He washed his face, then looked in the mirror. The sound of a female voice whispering startled him, and he turned around. There in the corner of the room was a ghost image of Leslie, who Mike had dated in high school. Leslie had been in some of his classes, and was a cheerleader, a few grades ahead of him. She dumped him when he became obsessed with her. "Think of me..." her image whispered, then vanished. Mike looked confused, and squinted where her ghost image had been. There was nothing to be seen. He turned his head, only to see a ghost image of Terri, the girl he had fallen for in his senior year. She had long wavy hair, large breasts, but was athletic, the captain of the volleyball team. "Mike... think of me..." she whispered, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He was so crushed when she left him that he hadn't dated again until a few years into college when he met... Jane, who's ghost image appeared to his left. "Think of me Mike..." she whispered, her blond hair falling across her cute face. She was short slender, and very attractive. More the blue jean type, but she had been the first one to really perk Mike's interest in a long time. He looked at her sadly as she faded. But even before her image was gone, he could see an image of Charlotte appearing. Charlotte was in several of Mike's classes in college, and had been the first girl to invite him up to her dorm room. To fix her stereo was the excuse. She was tall, short blond hair, but very feminine and girly. "Mike... Mike... think of me..." she implored in a whisper. He almost started to cry, but as her image faded, he turned to see Marie appearing behind him. They had taken many classes together in college as well. She wasn't the prettiest girl around, but she was flirty, had a great smile, and was smarter than almost all of the guys in the class. "Think of *me*." she said, then vanished. But no sooner did she disappear, than a ghost image of Laura came into view. Laura! He had fallen for her harder than the rest of the women in his life combined. He still felt in his heart, even to that day, that she was the one he had been made for. To him, she was god. But she didn't love him, and married someone else, breaking his heart. For all he may have done wrong to women over the years, she had been different. As she whispered "Mike, think of me!" he knew that he already did so, every day. It's not that she was the prettiest of his past loves (although she was very pretty), or the smartest (although she was smart) or the most athletic (although she was a great golfer) or had the best body (although it was wonderful). It was just that she was just right in every way, and they had linked (in his mind) like no other ever had, before or since. He still obsessed over her. The next to appear was Sarah, who he had tried to make it with, after he thought he was over Laura. But his heart wasn't really in it, and it didn't work out. But he never hurt her like he did the others, so they were still friends. "Mike," her image spoke out, "think of me too." She was slender, with a great figure, long legs, and long brown hair. She was more elegant, with more of a feminine grace than any of the others he had ever dated. But she faded from sight as Kristen appeared. Her long thick hair fell around her face as she whispered to him to think of her. He had tried harder with her, but didn't really listen to her, and she had to dump him, right before a big New Years Eve's party. He had hurt her, and she hurt him back. Kaye came into view next. In contrast, she was a tall girl, with short hair. "Think of me." she said, and faded from view. He had actually been dating two girls when he was with her, and the second one appeared next, Cindi. She was small, perky, but sexy. She dressed hotter than any of the others, but like all the ones before, he hurt her, and she dumped him. "Think of me." she said, almost in a sarcastic tone. He hated her now, along with many of the others. *** As I watched this unfolding, I almost started to feel sorry for Mike. I hadn't probed his psyche far enough to find what was coming out now. Perhaps he got scared because of how some of his past loves had gone. Perhaps he wasn't really over Laura yet. But in either case, he should have told me about it! We could have talked and worked through it. But he didn't even really try. It was too late anyway, the spell was cast, and it had to run its course. Perhaps I would give him a chance to change his ways. I tuned my thoughts back to his bathroom. *** Mike stood stunned, after seeing images of all his former girlfriends appearing around him, and almost taunting him. He didn't seem to know what to do. Now after a pause, the ghost images started to appear again, but all at once! They formed a ring around him, and all talked at once, begging him to think of them. He stared at Laura, tuning his eyes and ears to her, although he could not help but to see and hear the others. They got louder and louder, moving in closer and closer to him, until they were almost upon him. He felt dizzy and fell to the floor, closing his eyes as the ring collapsed to the single point in the center. Then all was quiet. Mike looked around, and waited for a while, as if expecting something else to happen. Nothing did. So on shaky legs, Mike stood up, and went to the sink to try and wash away the dazed feeling with cold water. But an even greater shock came when Mike looked into the mirror, and instead of himself, he saw a stranger staring back at him. A woman. Strangely familiar, but someone not him. A woman. He stared and stared, not believing what he saw. As he moved, so did the image in the mirror. He tore off his clothes, and looked down, seeing his new female nakedness. He touched his breasts unbelievingly. Then ran a finger across his new genitals. It was gone. His manhood. He was a woman now. He looked up at the mirror again. The image staring back looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Then he had a realization. The hair. It was exactly like Kristen's had been, long and thick. He had her hair! Impossible. But it was true. He touched his new breasts again, and stared at them in the mirror. They were beautiful, firm and full. They were exactly like... Terri's! He had her breasts. He had started at them so many times. He had desperately wanted to touch them, suck them, feel them pressed up against him. But now, here they were, *on his body*! "My God..." he whispered to himself in a voice he didn't recognize. A female voice. As he recoiled from hearing his new feminine voice, he also realized that not only was he a girl now, missing the appendage that had always been between his legs, but he was also much shorter than he had been before. Short and sexy... about the size Cindi had been. He hated Cindi now for what she had done to him, but now he was just like her. Anger and fear began to well up inside of him. He ran his hands across his wide hips, for the first time feeling curves to his body. The hips were the same shape as Kaye's had been. The curves that had attracted him at first, but by the end repulsed him. They were on his body now! And they lead to long thin legs, like... Sarah had. Sarah's legs! On him! They were soft, smooth, and shaved. Even the little scar from her knee surgery was replicated on his legs, making them exactly like hers in every way. As he touched his legs, he caught site of his new hands. Instead of his large, strong hands from his former male body, he now had delicate hands, with long thin fingers. They were just like Marie's hands, which he had watched writing notes in class. Even down to the shape of the fingernails, their immaculate manicure and overly bright red nail polish color, they were Marie's hands. On him. He was just so... girly now. Just like Charlotte had been. Something he couldn't put his finger on, the same way he could never figure why exactly he had been so attracted to her. He spun around to look at himself from the side, and noticed how he did it with such grace and flow. He turned all the way around again, and was amazed how his moves seemed so coordinated and almost perky, like a cheerleader. Leslie! He moved like Leslie now! She had been a cheerleader, and could do all of the little moves at the sidelines during the football games. He had longed for her, to get under her pleated skirt, and to touch her. Now he moved like her. He now touched his face, and a shiver ran down his spine when he realized that it was Jane's face he had now, so cute, so beautiful. With Kristen's hair, he hadn't recognized it at first, but indeed, it was Jane's face. Except the eyes, the proverbial window to the soul. He stared into the eyes, and immediately recognized them. Laura's. He had Laura's eyes! The gray eyes, which he had loved looking deep into, were now his. He was seeing the world through her eyes now. This was so astounding, that it jolted him more than even finding out his manhood was gone. Laura's eyes. His true love, who he worshiped from afar. He had her eyes. He started to cry. After a minute, he dried the tears with a tissue. He began to wonder, if he had an attribute from every woman he had dated, what did he get from Elle? He searched around, but couldn't find anything. Then it dawned on him. It must be between his legs. It was *my* vagina he had on his new body. And since I was menstruating, so was his replica of my pussy. He smelled the odor, and touched the ooze coming out. Not having any tampons, he found a rag from the drawer under the sink, rolled it up, and put it in. He was literally 'on the rag'. He started to dress up again, shaking, and fighting off the urge to cry. He only had his male clothes, and they were far to big. He did his best to pull the belt tight, but the pants wouldn't even stay up. Fortunately, the T-shirt he had been wearing was long enough to more than cover up Cindi's short body, so it came almost to his knees. He wrapped the belt around his middle, and snuck out of the bathroom, heading towards his bedroom. He didn't have any clothes there which would fit any better, so he was wondering what he was going to do, and how he would get out past the guys in the living room, who were still hooting and hollering at the X rated films. Not knowing what to do, he decided to sneak out the back, and go over to Sarah's, since that was the one girlfriend who he was still sort of friends with. Perhaps she could help him. He walked out of the back door, and I lost sight of him. Damn. I had wanted to see him have to face his friends, with his new body, and have to try to explain the situation. That would have been fun! But now he was out of my sight, so I'd have to wait until he got to Sarah's. Hopefully she still had the ring on. I tuned it in, and yes, it was still there on her hand. I just had to wait for Mike to show up. Sarah was reading a book on feminism, and listening to Mozart on the stereo when Mike came to the door. "Hello?" she asked, looking through the peephole. "It's Mike." said the woman on the doorstep. "I need to talk to you." "Mike? Who are you? I don't know a woman named Mike." "No, Mike! You know. Mike Jackson. Let me in I have to explain this!" "Go away or I'll call the cops!" she said. "Sarah, remember when we golfed, then went out for ice cream? Then just when we were in line, you decided that you didn't want any because of your diet, so we left? At Ron's Ice cream Parlor?" Sarah remembered it, and knew that only her ex boyfriend Mike had ever known about that. She opened the door, and watched as the short pretty woman strutted in with the grace of a ballerina, and sat down on the couch, folded her left leg under the right one. *** "Sarah, something terrible has happened to me. I was at home with my buddies, when this happened." she said, with a flowing gesturing across her new body. "I don't understand." said Sarah. "Look," said Mike, pulling up the shirt to reveal the long legs underneath. "These are just like your legs. I even have your scar." Sarah came closer, and looked, not believing what she was seeing. "I'm scared! I don't understand. And I think I'm having a period. I need you to help me. I don't know what to do!" "I don't understand either." she said. "How can you have become a girl? All we did was..." "Was what?" "All of your ex-girlfriends got together and put a hex on you, so you wouldn't hurt another one of us. I thought it was just mumbo-jumbo, so I played along with it. I didn't dream it would actually do anything, let alone something like this." she said, not believing what she saw before her. Mike was a girl now. "You did this to me?" "I didn't mean to." said Sarah. "I'm so sorry. Let me help you. You need to get into some clothes. And you said you're having a period?" "Yes." said Mike. Sarah took him to the bathroom, and helped him insert a tampon to replace the rag, which was now in a bad state. Mike washed up between his legs, while Sarah went to get some clothes. She dressed him in panties, but had some trouble with the bra. "You're so big up top." she said, "I don't have anything that would even fit you. We'll have to go out shopping. How about a sports bra? It won't look the best, but you can't go around with your breasts swinging around like that." Next, she pulled out a short black skirt. "It's short on me, but you're small enough that it will be just past knee length. Try it on." "I loved it when you used to wear this." said Mike. "I never thought I'd be wearing it myself one day." "Or that it would be a bit big on you!" added Sarah. Next, she gave him a blouse, which she had shrunk in the wash, so it was too small for her, but just a bit too big for him in the sleeves. But because of having Terri's large breasts, even on Cindi's small body, it was a little tight in the front. "I feel ridiculous." said Mike "You look a lot better than just wearing an oversized T- shirt." said Sarah. "We'll have to go to the mall in the morning and get you some proper clothes. You'll look a lot better in something your own size." "But what can I do about this?" "We'll go see Elle tomorrow when you're dressed up better. She had the book with the spell in it. Perhaps there is a way to reverse it." "I sure hope so. I don't want this to be permanent!" "One more thing, when we're at the mall, you'll get a lot of funny looks if you keep calling yourself 'Mike'. You had better pick a girl's name to use until you turn back." "Okay... how about..." he said, hesitating. "I know. I'll call you Heather." "Why?" he asked. "I don't know. You just look like a 'Heather' to me." she replied. Sarah prepared a guest bed, and 'Heather' spent the night tossing and turning without getting much sleep. She was bleary eyed in the morning when she woke up. Sarah did her best to dress her up, and took her to the mall to go shopping. But before leaving, she took off her ring. I lost sight of them again, so all I could do was wait now. *** About three hours later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door, and pretended to be surprised to see Sarah there, along with another woman. Mike/Heather was now dressed in clothes that fit her. I could see the outline of a white bra under her white sleeveless top. Terri's breasts were indeed a bit too large for Cindi's slight frame, but for the purpose of punishment, they were perfect. She was also wearing a nice navy blue skirt, which really showed off her curves. She was very feminine, without any makeup, but her hair somewhat of a mess. If I were a guy, or a lesbian, I would have been turned on. I guess I felt even a little jealous that she had turned out to be prettier than me. Oh well, serves her right. "Sarah!" I said. "How nice to see you again this evening. Who's your pretty friend here?" "This is Heather." she said, apparently not wanting to shock me with the news yet. "We need to talk. Can we come in?" "Of course" I replied. "I haven't cleaned up everything yet from the party, so I'm sorry for all the mess." I had spent too much time spying on Mike, and felt ashamed that I had a messy house for visitors. "Nice to meet you Heather. I love your outfit. It's really cute." "Thanks." she replied meekly. A real woman would have returned the complement, so I knew that her new body had not yet converted her mind. I hoped that the hormones running through her blood would start to alter her brain chemistry, and help her begin to think like a woman too. "Listen," said Sarah, "remember what we did last night, when we were in the ring together? Well it really did have an effect on Mike." "Oh yes?" I replied, playing dumb. "You went to see him?" "No, he came to me." "And what happened?" I asked. "This." she said, pointing to Heather. "I don't get it." I said, trying to get a puzzled look on my face. "This is Mike." said Sarah. "He turned into Heather? No way!" "Yes." "You're playing a joke on me." "No." said Heather. "It's true. Look. I have Sarah's legs, even down to the scar." I looked, and pretended to be surprised. "Her legs?" "Yes, and I seem to have parts from all of my other girlfriends. I have Terri's breasts. I have Kristen's hair. I have Cindi's body frame. I have Jane's face. I have Laura's eyes..." "And what did you get from me?" I asked. "I think I got your... uh... your pussy." she said. "Well, if it's mine, then you must be having your period. I started yesterday." I said. "She is. I had to give her a tampon." said Sarah, embarrassed to talk about the subject. "Wow." I said. "You're so... girly. I just can't believe that you're really Mike." "I am. Ask me something only Mike would know." "Well, I'd like to know one thing. Why did you dump me, right when I was about to really open my heart to you?" "I... I..." she could not find the words. "I see you're not really a woman yet. You still can't express your feelings, and you don't know how to talk." I said, using my best 'hurt feelings' tone of voice. I turned to Sarah. "He... she... just dumped me, and really hurt me. Just when I was opening up my heart. Just when I thought it could really be something. He picked the worst possible day too." "Elle, you put this curse on me." said Heather, interrupting us. "How can you reverse it?" "I don't know." I lied. "You see, I lent the book to a friend who came over earlier today. She's flying to Florida for the week, and she thought the book would be fun to read. So I can't even look it up until next week." "I'll buy another. Where did you get it?" "From the used book store. The guy said it's out of print. I guess you could check the library. Lets go on-line and see if they have it." We looked at several local libraries, as well as BarnesAndNoble.com, eBay and Amazon.com, but nobody seemed to have the book. "I guess we'll have to wait until Jenny gets back from Florida. I don't know what hotel she's staying in, or I'd ask her to FedEx it back." "So I'm stuck." said Heather, about to break into tears. I did feel a little bad for her. It must be hard for a man to suddenly find himself in a woman's body, particularly if it is made up of parts from his former girlfriends, who he must now hate. So I decided to give him some hope. Give him a quest. "When I read the first chapters of the book," I started, "it said that a curse would only work if there was just cause. You did something wrong to each of us, otherwise nothing would have happened. The book also said that if you righted the wrong, then the curse would lift itself." "So what can I do?" "Well, I guess you need to figure out what you did wrong to each of us, and do something to atone for your mistakes. Let's take Sarah for instance. What did you do to wrong her?" "I didn't do anything." said Heather defensively. "Sarah? What do you think?" "Well," she started, "first of all, he was always trying to tell me what to do. I hated that. I can think on my own. And then when I tried to distance myself from him, he wouldn't back down. He can't take a hint. I shouldn't have to say tell him that I didn't want to pursue a romantic relationship anymore. He should have known that from how I was keeping cool to him." "See?" I said turning to Heather. "You did something to hurt her. You didn't respect her feelings, and you didn't really respect her as a person. So now what can we do to atone for it?" "I don't know." said Heather. "I still don't see what I did wrong." "She doesn't get it. She's still thinking like a man, even in that body." said Sarah. "Well, how about this. Let's make her go on a date with a guy who acts like he did. Do you know anyone else who was always telling you what to do?" "Yeah, I went out with Marshall a few times, and he was like that too." "Okay," I said, "its all settled. We'll set her up for a date with Marshall, and she'll experience what you did. Then maybe she'll understand." "I'm not going on a date with a guy!" protested Heather. "All right, but then I'm afraid you're stuck with that body. Good bye. Take care of my pussy. You might want to get some good medicine. I really get bad cramps and headaches sometimes when my period kicks in full. You might want to go on birth control to keep the periods from being so hard on you." Heather started to cry. She had her head down, the tears flowing. Even with her perky demeanor coming from Leslie the cheerleader wasn't enough to hide her misery. "Okay, I'll do it. But not alone. Will you come with me?" she asked. Wonderful! I'd get to see the whole thing. "That's a great idea." said Sarah. We all said our good byes, and headed off to bed. Tomorrow Sarah would line up Marshall and perhaps a few other guys, and we'd go out on a date together. Heather would get to see what its like as a girl when a guy is putting the moves on you. This was going to be fun... *** Heather spent the night in my guest room. I think she was exhausted after her ordeal, and she did sleep well this time. I had to come in to wake her at 9:00am. She showered, but had never done so as a female before. One with very long thick hair. I had to come in to show her how to dry it off, use a towel around the head to keep it from dripping all over, and how to blow dry it when it was ready. I had her apply scented oil to her skin, and helped her get her bra fastened, since she had some trouble getting it on. "And I thought it was hard to get a bra *off* a woman." she said. I smiled. She was learning. After we had a light breakfast, I took her out shopping. She wasn't very enthusiastic, but I twisted her arm and made her come long. We bought another bra and several pairs of panties for her, along with pantyhose. Then I bought her a little black dress for the date that night. Finally, we got her a pair of high heel shoes. "How am I supposed to walk in these?" she asked. "Come on. Those are just baby shoes. You wanted me to wear the five inch heels for you." "Yeah, because that's sexy." "So why don't you get some of those instead?" "All right, I'll buy these. But why do women's clothes and shoes have to cost so much? Its not fair." "Tell me about it. I have to live with this. You're just visiting." That seemed to give her hope. One the way out of the store, the purses caught my eye, so I made her buy one of those too. "You can't go out without a purse. What would Marshall think? A girl always brings her bag with her. You need something to store your makeup, tampons, and other girly things." She grumbled at the price, but I made her buy a nice little Kate Spade bag, which was on sale. We headed out into the mall. We walked over to the nail salon, where we each got manicures and pedicures. It was a new experience for her. She seemed to like all of the attention, and being in the middle of so many women coming and going. As she chatted with the girls, you could almost forget for a moment that she was really a man inside. Lastly, I made her get her ears pierced, giving her earrings which would allow me to spy on her. Now I would always be able to see her, since she had to keep them in so the holes would not heal. I rewarded her with a pretty necklace too. She was shaping up, and it was getting on in the day, so we headed back to my place. There was a message on the machine from Sarah. Marshall was all excited, and was going to bring along two buddies so that there would be three guys and three girls. Cool. In preparation for the date, Heather got into her new black panties and bra, dark pantyhose, and her new little black dress. She looked stunning. I had her practicing her walk with the high heels but her body seemed to know how to do it already. She had a sexy walk, and I was sure that every guy in the place would be all over her. Now as the hour approached, and I got myself dressed up too in a really cute outfit, which would be good for dancing. I had been able to bully Heather into wearing a short dress with a plunging v-neck to show off her cleavage. I got her to wear high heels. I got her to get her nails polished and ears pierced. But when it came time to put on the makeup, she got really spooked for some reason. It took a lot of convincing, but she finally sat down for me. I guess she was trying to hang on to one last shred of her masculinity, knowing that once she was wearing the makeup, she would be very feminine looking in every way. I expertly applied a light base coat, and just a little bit of highlighting for her cheekbones. With Jane's naturally cute face, she didn't need to cover up anything, just bring out the best of it. I put on some light mascara and eye shadow, which really showed off Laura's eyes. I could see why she had loved staring into them so much. They were very pretty, even before the makeup. Now, she looked radiant. I picked out a nice subtle red color for her lips, and gave her the lipstick tube to put into her purse for touchups. A light application of perfume, and she was all set. She was a real knockout. I took a picture with my instant camera for her. She just glowed, but she wasn't happy at all. She still seemed to be in a state of terror over the whole thing. But she was one hot babe. Marshall was going to be all over her. "You're so pretty!" I said. "I don't want to be pretty." she replied. "I want to be me." "But you're a woman. At least for now. And while you're a woman, you should be pretty." *** We met up with Sarah at the bar, and sat around a table waiting for the guys to show up. "Wow Heather, you are really cute." said Sarah. "You did a great job with your makeup." "Thanks," she replied, "but Elle helped me with it. I like your hair tonight. It's really pretty." Wow. She was starting to learn. The boys arrived, and from the start not only was Marshall all over her, but the other two as well. Typical. For some reason, guys seem to think that if they're with a group of women, all of them are fair game. Use one woman to get close to another. Or ignore your date to try and make eyes at the hot chick. Heather seemed particularly uncomfortable about one of the guy's advances. I decided to give her a little break. "I'm going to the powder room." I said. Heather didn't pick up the cue. Sarah had to elbow her. "Uh, me too!" said Heather. "You chicks always have to go together." laughed Marshall. "What do you talk about in there?" "The guys of course." I said, as we walked across the now crowded room. When we reached the women's room (I sort of had to pull her in. She didn't seem too excited to go in there!). "What's the problem?" I asked. "You seem really uncomfortable." "It's bad enough having Marshall drooling all over me." she said, "but his friends are trying to hit on me too. And even worse, I *know* Brad. He was one of the guys hanging out at my house when all this happened to me! I can't even look him in the eye. I feel so awful. Do you always have to put up with this?" "Sometimes its worse." I said. "I've had guys put their hands all over me on a first date. I've had to slap a few of them." "I didn't realize how it felt. I thought a girl would be flattered to get so much attention." "Well, now you see you're wrong. I tell you what. Let's dance for a few songs, then we'll blow them off and head home." She lit up at the prospect, and we returned back to the table. The guys had purchased drinks for us. Of course, instead of *asking* us what we'd like, they had shots lined up. Now with the right friends, at the right time, I'd do shots. But not on a 'get to know you' date with strange men. No way! "Come on, drink up." said Brad. "Why don't you drink them." I said. "What's the matter, not man enough to do another shot so soon?" That of course got them to do it. Men were so easy to manipulate some times. Just as Sarah had said, Marshall was always telling us what to do, and not listening. When I suggested dancing, he said "No. Don't do it now. These songs ain't no good. I'll take you somewhere they play better stuff." All of the girls went off to dance, leaving the guys alone at the table. Out on the floor, we had to beat off the guys with a stick. They were all over Heather. For whatever reason (big boobs?) they just swarmed around her. After three songs, we moved back to the table. "Here, drink this." said Marshall, who had got another round for us, this time margaritas. "I don't feel like drinking any more." said Heather. "Come one, drink it!" he insisted. All night long he had been like that, and seemed to be getting even worse as the alcohol kicked in. He reached out, and started to put his arm around Heather, with the hand somehow 'accidentally' landing on her breast. She lashed out and slapped him right in the face! "How could you!" she yelled. "You stay away from me! I wish you were a woman so someone could treat *you* like this." That got a great roar out of the guys. "Yeah... Marsha." said Brad. Heather gave him a sly wink. This seemed to encourage him even more. "You could go out and let the guys buy you drinks for a change." The boys started arguing, and we slipped off to go home. It had been one of the worst dates I had ever been on (not as bad as the blind date my cousin set up for me once, but that's another story!). But Heather was clearly learning her lesson. We ended up renting Bridget Jones Diary from Blockbuster, and watching it on my couch at home, eating popcorn and sipping chardonnay. We chatted about our dating experiences, and grilled Heather about some of her girlfriends she had seen when she was a man. "I didn't act like that with you, did I?" she asked. "Not as bad, but you did some of those same things." said Sarah. "I'm really sorry." said Heather. "I wish I could do it over again the right way." We all smiled, and had a group hug. Tired, we all headed to bed. I had to remind Heather that she would have to take off all her makeup before going to sleep, otherwise she'd stain the pillowcase. "Oops, I forgot I was wearing it." she said. "And you resisted so much when I tried to put it on you." I replied. "It just felt so... strange to wear it. I was intimidated. Its like I'm drowning in femininity, and it was just one more thing too many." "It's all right. You're doing fine." I said reassuringly. She was starting to be able to express her emotions. This was very encouraging. We went off to our bedrooms for a good night's sleep. *** The next day after we woke up and ate breakfast, Heather asked me how I thought she did last night. "You're learning." I said. "You told me that if I atoned for what I did as a man, the curse could be lifted. What do I do next?" "Well, you're all squared away with Sarah now. Let's go down the list, and pick someone to visit next. We'll explain to them what happened, and let each of them decided what you need to do to make it up to them." "Let's get going. I can't wait to go back to being me!" she replied eagerly. I decided that the best thing to do would be to get everyone over to my house at once, so we could explain it all to them at once, rather than having to convince nine other girls that Mike was now female too. When they all arrived, it was fun to see them all ooh and aah over Heather, fussing over her and trying to figure out what part of them was now a part of her. "Take care of my breasts!" said Terri. "Make sure you wear a good bra. They're big enough on me but with your little body, if you don't give them the right support, they'll really sag when you're an old woman." That got a round of giggles out of the crowd, and others chimed in with their own shots. "And don't forget to put on good moisturizer every day." said Jane. "I don't want to see you let my face get wrinkles." "And let me know when you start to get gray hairs," said Kristen, "so I can be sure that I start to dye my hair too." "What about me?" asked Kaye. "Don't eat any desert, or it will go right to my hips! I wonder if I gain weight, does your body get it too?" They all laughed. "You're eating for two now!" joked Leslie. "And don't forget me!" I added. "You've got my ovaries. Don't go getting pregnant on me. I'm not ready for a baby yet!" My statement dripped with irony, which of course was lost on Heather. We pulled down my big wall calendar, with cute pictures of kittens on each page. Since we were on the last day of the month, we turned to next month. Each woman in the group searched their own calendar or palm pilot to find what days they were free, so we could make a schedule for Heather. It took half an hour and a bit of negotiating to get nine free days as soon as possible. It was going to take a little over two weeks to get them all in. Finally, we were all set. Each woman would get Heather for a day, and give her something to do in order to atone for her past. We were having great fun with it, but you could tell that Heather was nervous. If Sarah, who was still a friend to her, made her go out on a date with a guy, what would someone like Kristen or Cindi, who hated her, come up with? She was getting nervous. Good. The next evening it was Terri's turn. We drove over to her large brick house, which was surrounded by giant oak trees. A very picturesque setting. Inside her house was lovely, well decorated, and clean. A total contrast to Mike's place. I hope he learned something from what he was seeing. "Well Terri, what did you decide that Heather needs to do for you?" "I did a lot of thinking about it." she said. "When Mike fell in love with me, then I told him that I was going to be with Kurt instead, he got very upset. He obsessed over me. He wrote me letters which were pretty scary. He would not back off for the longest time." I looked at Heather, who had her head down in shame for what she had done. "I think it would be fitting if we could go out to a pickup bar somewhere, and let the guys hit on her all night. You know, like over at Bahama Breeze. There are always a few of those sleazy guys who don't know when to say no, and keep at you all night. Even if you're with a guy. I think that if we make her go there with us, and endure that all night, it would make her know something of what I felt. I think we should give one of the guys her number, so he keeps calling her and pestering her, as Mike did to me." Before we drove to the bar, we stopped at the local mall. It only took us one hour (quick for girls!) to find a short black skirt that fit Heather, and a revealing top to go along with it. Between her provocative dress, and her large boobs, she'd get swarmed tonight. That and the way we 'slutted out' her makeup. Too bright of colors, too much eye shadow, way too much rouge, and to top it off, the tackiest brightest red nail polish we could find. We went out to Bahama Breeze, and just like Terri said, it was swarming with guys who all thought they were 'mister wonderful', and they hit on us all night. We made her drink two 'hurricanes', so she got quite a bit tipsy. Mike had been good at holding his liquor, but as Heather, with her new tiny body, she was almost under the table after two drinks. And they guys kept offering to buy her more. How can a man think that if he gives a pickup line, and buys a drink, that a woman is going to want to go to bed with him? Do they really think a girl is going to say: "Wow, he's cool. He had a good line. I want to f**k him now!" No way! We borrowed a pen from the bartender, and started to play a game where we'd write down the pickup lines we got, and vote on which one was the worst. Our candidates included: "Hey babes, I'm Phillip. This is my Phillips head. I'm looking for a screw." "Hey honey, these guys just want to get into your pants. I'm not like that. I want to talk to you first. *Then* get into your pants." and the winner for the night: "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" We just about died laughing. What morons. Terri made Heather go out dancing with some of the guys, which seemed to get their hopes up even more. By the end of the night, she had accumulated dozens of offers for sex, at least twenty business cards with phone numbers (one guy had the nerve to say 'call me at the office because my wife might answer the phone at home'! What a sleaze!). Heather was really hating it, but we sure enjoyed it. Of course, we had to beat the guys off too. Terri would flash her wedding ring she had received from Kurt, but even that wasn't enough to stop some of the advances. Finally, we had enough, and decided to call it a night. Not before Terri went over to the guy in the Hawaiian shirt, and gave him Heather's cell phone number. "She likes you, but she's too shy to say anything." said Terri. "Give her a call tomorrow. She really wants to meet you." I thought that was mean, but after what Mike did to Terri, he deserved it. You could tell from the look on the guys face that Heather would be hearing quite a bit more from him in the near future. His name was Chris, and he was kind of cute, but not a hunk. I guess an average guy would be a good description, although one who was obviously lonely, and the type who would try to pick up 'a chick' at a bar. While wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt. Duh. *** The next few weeks were busy for Heather. Leslie was teaching cheerleading in her spare time, at the local community college. She made Heather wear a cheerleading outfit, and work out through the drills with the rest of the girls. She also made her wear the outfit all day before showing up. The sweater really made her breasts look lovely. Most girls I knew would have killed to look that way in a sweater. And with the cute little bicolor pleated cheerleader skirt, she looked very attractive. Again, she was swarmed with guys when she went out and about. Leslie really made her work on walking and moving gracefully. "You're a perky cheerleader, not a clumsy kid." she yelled. By the time she was through with Heather, her muscles ached, her legs were swollen, and she was just horrified about how perky she was when she did cheerleading. Holding pompoms in her hands, which were resting on her hips, her legs kicking into the air in sync with the other girls, she started to feel like it wasn't so bad after all. It was fun being one of the girls. Somehow, it was becoming enjoyable. *** Jane had complained that Mike often not called her back when he had promised to. So when she found out about the guy from the bar who kept bugging her on the cell phone, she said that Heather would have to call him back, and invite him out on a date. Jane and her husband would accompany them to dinner and to see the symphony. "Its not so bad." she said. "You'll see that as a girl, you can get the guy to pay for everything, do all the work, hold the door open for you. All sorts of stuff. Make sure to use your 'feminine mystique' on the first date, so he pictures you as a sexy goddess. If you play your cards right, you can get him to do just about anything you want. All you've got to do is give him a peck on the cheek or a hug, and he'll come back running for more." "But I don't want to kiss a guy." "I guess your hormones haven't kicked in enough!" said Jane. "Once you get used to your body, you'll start to crave that... and more. Yum." I laughed inside. Heather was flushed red in the face, and you could tell she was sickened at the thought. That was a fun night for Jane. I didn't tag along on that one, but I was able to watch from afar. The guy kept trying to put the moves on Heather, but she fought him off. And now that he had been on a date with her, he kept calling even more. She was getting upset that he wouldn't back off. Total revenge for Terri (and others of us)! For Charlotte's day, she made Heather redecorate her own house, to make it 'girly' (as Heather put it). They took down all of Mike's pictures, and replaced them with Monet prints, framed pictures of tropical flowers, and one of puppies and kittens together in a basket. They bought silk flowers, and made an arrangement on the coffee table. Frilly pillow shams and teddy bears were added in the bedroom, along with dolls on the bookshelf and new lacy curtains in the window. The kitchen was reorganized, as well as new window treatments, refrigerator magnets (holding up pictures of all of Mike's nieces and nephews taken from his photo album), and little decorative touches all around. Plants were placed on new end tables, and a collection of perfumes and makeup were arranged on the counter in the bathroom. It took us three until late in the night, but when we were done, his place did have a strong feminine touch to it. Definitely a girl's house now. I hoped his friends came over soon to see how much nicer it now looked. "That's much better." said Charlotte. "Isn't it cute now?" "It's very nice." I said. "Thank you for the help." said Heather, surprising us both. She didn't even complain all day! She was starting to get used to being a woman, and the fact that we were feminizing her house didn't even faze her. If she was still Mike, and we tried to do that, there would have been howls of protest. Her femininity was no longer just in her body. It was starting to seep into her thoughts and her feelings. She didn't even notice the slight changes, but her mental processes were being slowly altered, so that she was becoming a woman inside too. *** Kaye's complaint was that Mike didn't really know how to talk to her. He kept interrupting her, and didn't really listen. So we made him stay up all night, and learn to talk like girl. We tried to drill it into Heather, and made her practice, over and over. Cindi said that Mike wouldn't give her space when she needed it. He had tried to impose himself on her, and didn't respect her. Another date with Chris was in order, which Cindi instructing Heather that if he made any advances like putting his arm around her, she had to let him do it. "In fact, I want you to encourage him. Hold his hand when we walk." she said. "And when you sit down next to him, get real close." It was a lot of fun to watch Heather's face all night as Chris got bolder and bolder. Cindi was in her glory as Heather became more and more embarrassed. At the end of the night, all three of us girls excused ourselves to use the ladies room. "Its awful with him coming on to me like that!" complained Heather. "Why? You did that to me." replied Cindi. "I did?" "Yes. And you forced a kiss on me. As the last thing you have to do before I release you, I want you to give him a kiss good night." "No way." Heather's inner changes were gradual, and she was not yet to the point where she desired men. "If you don't do as she says, you're not going to get her forgiveness." I replied. "Then you're not going to ever go back." Heather was beaten, and knew it. She had her eyes closed when she kissed Chris, not because she was in love, but because she could not stand to look. We had two days in a row off before the next day we could hook Heather up with one of the girls. So she had a few days on her own to 'explore'. With each experience she had gone through, she had learned something. She moved better after working with Terri. She was talking better, and starting to react to things like a real woman would. She was really gaining an appreciation for what we go through each day of our lives. For Kristen's day, she made Heather accompany her to a spa for a 'day of beauty'. "Look at you two." said Annette at the reception desk. "You have the same hair!" "She's my sister." said Kristen. "We've had the same hair since we were both little girls." They got manicures, pedicures, haircuts and perms (with some blond highlights added). They got facials, massages from Sergio, and to top it all off, a bikini wax. That really scared Heather. Her day immersed her in beauty and femininity. She was getting used to being a pretty girl, and being treated like a lady. Rosemary was next. She made Heather go with her to the art museum during the day, and the ballet that evening. I thought she let her off too easy, but hey, if that's what she wanted, it was her choice. That left only Laura and I to have her for a day. We went over to Laura's place on Thursday morning, at 6am as she had asked. I wondered what was in store for Heather now. Heather had poured her heart out to me the night before, telling me how she had been obsessed with Laura, and would love her forever, no matter what happened. "She is like god to me." said Heather. "Have you ever told her this?" I asked. "No. I could never find the words. I didn't know how to say it" "Well, I think it is something you should talk about tomorrow." So when we arrived first thing in the morning, I reminded her to clear the air before we got into whatever Laura had planned. "You were so obsessive about me. You had me scared." said Laura. "Even today, I feel somewhat uncomfortable around you, when you were Mike. I'm afraid you could go off at any time." "I have to tell you something." said Heather. "I just felt inside so strongly that you were *the* one. To me, you are god. I am obsessed by you, because I just know that I was made for you. I'm sorry I could never tell you before. It's somehow easier now that I'm a woman like you. I'm really sorry that I hurt your feelings. I never considered *you*, as much as I obsess over you." "Well first of all, I'm not God." she replied, although you could tell from Heather's face that she still believed in Laura. "And thank you for your apology. I think after what I have in store for you today, one way or the other you'll be happy at the end of the day." "What am I to do for you?" asked Heather eagerly. "Well, today Brendan is out of town on a business trip, so I'm alone with the kids. What I want for you to do, is to live my life for a day. I'll tell you what to do, and you do it. From sunup to midnight, you'll live one of my days. Then we'll see how you feel about me." Heather perked up, and was very excited. She clutched her arms to her chest, like a little schoolgirl excited about getting candy. She was going to be Laura for a day. This was a dream for her come true somehow. First, Laura had Heather dress up in one of her outfits. At home, Laura was a casual dresser, so she gave heather faded blue jeans and a little blouse. The clothes were a bit big on Heather, but a belt around the waist helped keep the jeans from falling down. "I don't wear much makeup as you know, so you'll have to take that off." said Laura. While in the bathroom, Laura put Heather's hair up, in the same style she wore. About then, the baby started crying. "Go up there, change her diaper, put her into a clean outfit for the day, then get ready for me to feed her." said Laura. Heather did as ordered. Laura stayed close, to keep baby Lucy safe, just in case. Heather was inexperienced with ch