A Strangeness Returns
By Bill Hart
It was a cloudy and moonless night - at least it would have been
moonless except for the extremely thick layer of clouds - outside the
Iota Delta Phi sorority house.
Bolts of lightning flashed brightly between the clouds.
And the accompanying thunder rumbled through a few scant moments
later.
Not far from the sorority house, a group of a dozen boys, as well as
a pair of girls, had surrounded one lone male.
"Well, wussy boy," said one of boys in the group. "This is gonna be
your last day. Got any last words you'd like to say?"
"What are you going to do to me?" asked the very nervous, obviously
quite frightened, totally outnumbered young man.
Another of the boys began laughing. "We're just gonna make certain
you don't mess around with any of our girls... ever again."
Another flash of lightning eerily brightened the entire area.
"But you aren't really going to hurt him, are you, Dwayne?" asked one
of the girls.
"Just shut up, Angie!" snapped the other girl. "You know the guys
are doing this for us. Don't you remember how this repulsive little
geek dared hit on Charlie and me the other night."
"I know all that, Sam," replied Angie. "But the guys told me no one
would get hurt here tonight."
Another rumble of thunder filled the air.
"Just chill out, Angie," said the male voice Angie had identified as
her boyfriend Dwayne. "You just misunderstood a little. We said none
of us would get hurt tonight. And that's still the plan."
"But," continued the other apparent ringleader, "we never said
anything about this nerdy little bastard not getting hurt."
"You know that Roger and I planned this out real good. We figured
finding him outside the I Felta Thigh sorority, to which neither of
you belong, will avert any suspicion from us." Dwayne grinned. "It
should also cast all on the suspicion on this weird sorority and all
their really strange ways. It's just too bad this geek isn't some
really butt ugly girl, so we could simply blame the attack on the
campus rapist."
Dwayne and Roger began laughing, as the ring of boys began tightening
about the lone young man at its center. And in spite of all the
excitement, Sam and Angie felt the stirrings of fright.
All of sudden, a bolt of lightning - not from any cloud in the sky,
but from out of an open upstairs window of the sorority - shot towards
the group down below. Incomprehensible shouting from inside the
room could be heard, even as the group scattered. However, not
everyone was quick enough to escape the unnatural lightning as it
enveloped first the frightened girl Angie before proceeding on to the
equally scared young man.
"Oh shit!" swore Dwayne. "Those bitch witches know we're out here."
He quickly looked around. "We gotta get outta here. And we gotta
get outta here real fast."
"What about Angie?" screamed Sam.
"It doesn't look like there's much we can do about her now," replied
Roger. "In fact, I'd guess she's probably history, Samantha."
"But fortunately the same thing can be said for that geek," laughed
Dwayne. "It looks like they're both caught like fat juicy flies in
some electrical spider's web."
"But we can't just leave them like that."
"I'm afraid we must, Sammie," replied Dwayne. "I don't like the idea
of having to leave Angie behind with that geek, but its either the two
of them or all us. It sure looks like whatever has them in its grasp
could capture us just as easily."
"Besides, if we get caught with some of these things," said Roger,
"we could get expelled."
"Or busted," added Dwayne.
"What?" exclaimed Sam, as she wondered what kind of crap the guys had
involved her and Angie in this time.
But there were no answers immediately forthcoming as Samantha and the
gang of boys bolted into the safety of the surrounding darkness.
And then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the unnatural lightning
engulfing the unlucky pair released them. Oddly, neither Angie nor
the nerd that she and her friends had been so intent on tormenting
appeared burned or hurt in any way. However, the young man lay
unconscious and deathly still on the ground where he'd fallen once
the lightning had freed him.
Angie managed to take only a few steps before her consciousness also
fled. And once the now unconscious girl had fallen atop the equally
unconscious young man, the two of them began steadily, not to mention
quite eerily, glowing.
***
On the other side of the campus, a little girl let loose with a
blood-curdling scream that sent a frightened and distraught young
mother scurrying to her room.
"What was it, sweetie? Did the thunder and lightning frighten you?"
asked the child's sleepy aunt as the girl's mother arrived to find
her sister already holding her small trembling niece.
"It was apparently nothing more than a bad dream," replied the girl's
mother after a quick look around her daughter's room revealed nothing
out of place. "At least, I hope that's all it was."
***
Early the next morning, Samantha and her best friend Charlotte
retraced the steps the group had taken the previous night. They'd
started at the beginning and ended up at the scene of... whatever this
place was supposedly the scene of.
Sam was totally surprised at finding absolutely nothing. There were
just no traces of whatever had happened last night. Not a single
broken window could be found in the Iota Delta Phi house. And there
was no unusual commotion in the area, where Sam had been afraid of
finding a pair of bodies.
As Sam picked up a copy of the school's daily paper, she grimaced.
"Shit!" she swore. "There was another rape on campus last night.
Fortunately for us, it was on the other side of the campus." Not
wanting to dwell on the rape, she turned the page. "But on brighter
side, Charlie, it looks like Wally Donnelly was elected President of
the student body."
"That's real good news," replied Charlie. "I voted for him because
he's just ever so much smarter and cuter than Dwayne. Besides, Wally
is more of a people person than Dwayne could ever dream of being."
"I certainly can't argue with you about that, Charlie. Most of time
Dwayne's a real bastard. And when he isn't, he's just some prick.
But he's still going to be royally pissed about losing the election to
Wally." Worried what had become of her friend, Samantha sighed. "You
know neither Dwayne nor his bully of a cousin Roger are going to be
the least concerned about the disappearance of that poor geek Arnold
Poltan, but the shit's going to really hit the fan when we tell him we
couldn't find the smallest trace of his girlfriend Angie."
"Maybe we shouldn't tell him anything about it," suggested Charlie.
"If only we could just remain silent. But you know as well as I do,
that's not an option. I mean, you know what Dwayne's capable of doing
as well as I do."
"And just what don't you want to tell Dwayne?" asked Angie, suddenly
appearing next to them.
"Angie! You're all right!"
"Of course, I'm all right." Angie sounded puzzled by their concern.
"Why wouldn't I be all right?"
"But Sam told me all about how that weird lightning bolt struck you
and that poor unfortunate geek."
"I kind of remember that happening, Charlie. But it's all a little
hazy after that." Angie casually brushed her hair away from the front
of her face. "When my senses finally returned, Arnie Poltan was no
where to be seen," said Angie with an oddly sheepish grin. "I imagine
he probably came around before I did. And once he saw that I was
still unconscious, he must have run off."
"That's probably what happened," agreed Samantha.
"I'm sure everyone would have thought that he attacked you, Angie.
Once Dwayne had told one of his stories, nobody would have believed
anything Arnie might have had to say in his defense."
"We'd better go back to the house, Angie. Once there, I'll give
Dwayne a call. I'm sure he and Roger will want to know that you're
still all right after what happened last night."
"I'm certain they will, Sam," she smiled oddly. "And I most
definitely want to see both Dwayne and Roger sometime real soon."
Samantha Johnson and Charlotte Morgan looked at their sorority sister
Angela with great surprise. Neither of them had problems with Angie
wanting to see Dwayne because he was, whether they liked it or not,
her boyfriend.
But Angie actually wanting to see Roger was a totally different
matter.
Angie had never liked Dwayne's cousin Roger; she barely tolerated his
presence. And she'd long ago made her feelings about Roger perfectly
clear to everyone.
She never spoke to him.
She never spoke about him.
And everyone who knew Angela Pollana knew that.
***
Chris Wagner and Terry Jenkins woke up in their own beds... alone.
They'd both spent the previous night as their alternate female selves
Crissy Wagner and Terri Jenkins. They, like all their other
fraternity brothers, transformed into total babes whenever they were
in their frat house when clock on the mantle struck 7PM.
Although neither of them was likely to admit it to anyone else, they
had both discovered that an evening as a girl every once and awhile
was an excellent way to relax and unwind from the grind of college
life.
And the sex generally wasn't all that bad either.
With the coming of morning also came new memories of the previous
night. Instead of being girls, Chris and Terry now also recalled
being the males doing it with a couple of hot babes. That was just
the way the spell on the frat house worked.
But this morning, the boys had someplace to go and someone to see.
Having seen Carl Rocklin, the student manager of the campus television
station, at lunch the previous day, they'd told him they were coming
by the station the following morning to make their monthly pitch on
joining the frat. It was always a good idea to have a member of the
media for a frat brother.
Carl had told them not to come by too early. Although he didn't say
with whom - not that they would have asked - he told them he had a
really hot date. He wasn't expecting to return to his dorm before
morning.
They had both agreed that Carl Rocklin would be an excellent addition
to the frat. Chris and Terry also wondered just what kind of girl
Carl would become under the spell they'd inadvertently cast on the
house so long ago. They figured him for a hot blonde babe named
Carla.
After coming down the stairs, they encountered one of their newer frat
brothers as they were heading for the door. "Where are you guys
heading so early this morning?" he asked curiously.
"We're going over to see Carl Rocklin again."
"It's that time of the month we always bug him about joining the
frat," added Chris.
"I suppose we could always use another brother. Is this Carl guy
you're going to see someone really important?"
"You're kidding, right?" asked Terry.
"Why do you think I'm kidding?" asked the confused brother. "I've
never heard of anyone named Carl Rocklin before you said his name
right now."
When another of the brothers came down the stairs, the first one asked
him if he'd ever heard of someone named Carl Rocklin. To Chris and
Terry's great surprise, he'd answered simply "No."
"But that's not possible," argued Chris. "We've been going to see
him about joining the frat once a month for the last several months."
"But that's not a very good reason for me to have heard of him before
now."
"But you must have heard of him," said Terry.
"Carl's the student manager of the campus television station."
"There's no way that's true, Chris," said the first brother.
"That's for sure," added the newcomer. "What were you and those sexy
babes you were with smoking last night anyway? How could you guys
forget that the student manager of the campus television station is
Jennifer Tarklin? She's had that job as long as I've been here."
Terry and Chris exchanged stunned expressions.
"But she can't be the student manager," whispered Chris.
"But she is. Jennifer's a real hot babe."
"You know guys, I sure wouldn't mind if you could get Jennifer to join
the frat. But she can't because she's a girl. She's got a couple of
great knobs I wouldn't mind fiddling with, if you know what I mean."
"I think that maybe we should go talk to Carl, Terry."
"Hopefully, he should be able to tell us what the hell's going on."
***
The little bell that hung over the door tinkled as Bob Miller stepped
inside the small shop. He was amazed that the hole-in-the-wall shop
seemed so much larger on the inside then it appeared from the outside.
"Hello, Bob," said the pretty girl standing behind the counter. "I'd
like to welcome you to Spells 'R Us. My name's Dannie," she smiled.
"The wizard's away right now but I'm his apprentice. I know I'll be
able to help you."
"How'd you know my name?"
"Are you telling me I finally got one right?" she asked with surprise.
"It's about time I did that right."
Dannie then pointed to a small sign sitting next to the cash register.
She knows your name because she's an apprentice wizard.
And finally, after many trials and tribulations, she has
apparently mastered the technique of knowing who has
entered this shop.
"Oh," said Bob after reading the sign.
"What can I do for you today, Bob?"
But a rumbling of thunder in the distance answered first.
"Oh, all right. Don't you ever take a break, master?"
Dannie pointed at the sign again. But the message had somehow
changed. Now it read:
She's supposed to know exactly what you need, Bob.
It seems someone hasn't been studying her lessons
as hard as someone should.
The words on the sign blurred for an instant, then refocused.
Isn't that correct, young lady?
"How did that happen?"
"It's my master the wizard, of course," replied Dannie. "He watches
over me like an old mother hen sometimes, you know." After a moment
of concentration, Dannie headed for the back room only to return a few
moments later carrying a very small vial. "I think this should be
just perfect for your needs, Bob. All you need to do is pour the
contents of this vial into Samantha's coffee or juice or whatever else
she's drinking and she'll be yours forever."
"How'd you know about Samantha?"
"Really, Bob. Don't you even listen to people whenever they're
telling you something important? It's all part of the magic, silly
boy." She smiled at him. "You do remember that magic's what we sell
here?"
"Magic?" said Bob nervously. "I don't know if I like the idea of
using magic. Somehow using magic just doesn't seem right to me."
"I think it's a little late for you to be getting cold feet now, Bob,"
snapped Dannie. "I mean you came all that way from the college, found
this shop, and then made me decide what you needed." Dannie crossed
her arms over her breasts. "Do you want this love potion or don't
you?"
"I've never needed any love potion to get the girl I wanted before."
"Aren't we the modest one?" Dannie gave Bob a quick once over.
"Although, for the life of me, I really don't see why."
In the distance thunder rumbled.
"All right already, master," gasped Dannie. "I'm very sorry about my
bad manners, Bob. I know I shouldn't be so rude to the customers, but
sometimes I say things without thinking. The master always says that
the customers are always right even when they're totally wrong or just
a little bit off to the left."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It beats me?" Dannie rolled her eyes. "You'd have to the ask the
master what he meant. But he's been known to give the most obtuse
explanations at times. Sometimes the master can be a little strange,
you know."
"Just sometimes?" Bob whispered softly. "How much do you want for
this love potion?"
Dannie looked over at the sign near the cash register. "Not again,
master."
"What is it? What's wrong, miss?"
"The master says you can have the potion for free."
"That's great. I'll take it." Dannie handed him the vial. Bob had
been thinking of giving this girl the thrill of her life by asking her
out, but she'd been such an odd little snot that he decided against
it. After what she'd said, he didn't think she deserved a date with
him. "If I have any other questions, I'll be sure to come back and
ask you or your master." Not wanting to risk the chance this peculiar
girl - she had to be at least a little off since she conversed with
her obviously make-believe wizard master through that strange little
sign - might change her mind about the price of the potion, Bob
hustled out of the shop.
"We're never going to make any money if you keep giving everything in
the shop away, master."
Dannie looked down at the sign.
I really shouldn't have to remind you that we're not
in this for the money, Dannie. As Bob is just a
poor college student, free was almost more than
he could afford.
"I know that, master." Dannie sighed. "But, just once in a while, it
would be nice to have a little something in this silly old cash
register other than all the dust and cobwebs.
***
"Whatever happened last night should have never happened," said a
female voice angrily. "Never before had even one of lost
consciousness during the ritual. What could have happened differently
last night to cause all of us to pass out?" The woman began pacing
the floor. "What happened last night could have been disastrous for
all of us."
"Yes, mistress," replied a second, younger sounding, female voice.
"We are all aware that something about last night was different."
"But we do not know what it was, mistress," added another, equally
young, female voice. "We were hoping you might know."
"And yet, fortunately for us, the mirror has worked its magic perfectly
once again," added another girl. "Once again we've added to our
number, mistress. We have welcomed a new girl into our fold."
"I wish we could have had better weather for it," another spoke idly.
"The weather was obviously the way the mirror wanted it to be,"
replied the mistress. "It is quite possible that the thunder and
lightning outside was nothing more than a necessary cover to hide
it's unexpected discharge."
"Of course that must be it, mistress. That makes a great deal of
sense."
"I'm so confused," said a frightened girl. "Where am I?"
"You need not worry, my dear Jennifer, your confusion will swiftly
pass," replied the mistress in a soothing tone. "You are in the house
with your new sorority sisters, my dear." She turned the other girls.
"Are you certain no one witnessed the escaping bolt?"
"I don't remember joining a sorority," mumbled Jennifer.
"We saw no one outside the house when we looked around after waking
this morning, mistress."
"And we've heard nothing from anyone about anything unusual happening
near the house early this morning."
"However, we did hear there was another rape last night. This one was
on the other side of the campus from us."
"Perhaps the rapist garnered all the attention," frowned the mistress,
knowing their secret might have been protected at the expense of some
poor innocent girl. "For now, we shall assume that all is as it
should be."
"That seems the wisest action, mistress."
"Perhaps I was overly concerned when the lightning bolt escaped the
mirror," said the mistress. "In all the times we've called upon it
for assistance that had never happened before. But after a most
careful and thorough examination, the mirror still seems complete and
undamaged. I'm beginning to think the discharge of it excess energy
to ground is a normal function."
"May I go to my room now, mistress?" asked Jennifer, sounding less
confused than before.
"Of course you may, my dear." The mistress smiled as she watched
Jennifer Tarklin depart; she was already well on her way to fitting in
with the rest of her girls. "All of the changes the mirror has
effected for us are still intact. And as always, no seems any the
wiser for these changes and improvements we've made. But I suspect,
just to err on the side of caution, we'll need to wait a few days
before our next invocation of the mirror."
"As you wish, mistress," echoed all the girls in the room.
***
"Several days have now safely passed with no apparent repercussions
from that unexpected arcing to ground of energy from the mirror."
"Yes, mistress," replied all the girls, Jennifer included, in unison.
"Once again all seems quite well. We are still undiscovered. I
believe the time has come once again to increase our number."
"Yes, mistress," chorused the girls.
***
"Something isn't right about all this, Terry."
"It's not me you have to convince, Chris. It's the rest of the world
that doesn't realize something has somehow been totally fucked up."
"Are you telling me you remember Wally Donnelly?" asked Chris. "You
really remember him just like I do?"
"Of course, I remember Wally Donnelly. He was just elected the
student body president in the school elections last week," replied
Terry. "But right now, aside from you and me, no one else apparently
remembers voting for him in the election. Even worse, no one even
remembers Wally Donnelly at all. Not a single person I've talked to
over the last few hours has any idea who Wally Donnelly is."
"That's the same thing I've been hearing. Everyone I've talked to
remembers Carla Henderson being elected student body president. I've
got nothing against Carla Henderson - she's one hell of a fox, you
know - but I just don't remember her winning that election. And even
stranger, I really don't remember her running for president in the
first place. It's almost like someone or something came along and
totally erased Wally somehow from the collective consciousness of the
rest of the world."
"But why do we remember him, Chris?"
"I have no idea."
"Shit," swore Terry softly. "You must know what all this weird shit
were talking about boils down to. Don't you, Chris?"
"There's probably some kind of magic involved in all this?"
"Yeah, that's just what I was thinking... Some kind of magic." Terry
sighed. "And I'm sure you know what magic being involved means?"
"It means we should be making another visit to the old man."
"Exactly," replied Terry sullenly. "That's provided of course we can
still manage to find his odd little shop in the mall. You know, it's
not always where we think it should be."
"I'm sure he'll want to see us about this," said Chris. "You know,
it's been quite a while since we last went and visited him. And it
has been even longer since we had a real need to see him. But I think
this definitely qualifies as a real need."
"I'm not so sure I want to get involved with him again, Chris. You
know how strange things always seem to happen to us whenever we get
involved with him."
"I thought you'd finally adjusted to being your female self whenever
we stayed in the frat house past 7PM."
"That's not what I meant, Chris. Although I will admit that I no
longer have any of the troubles I used to have about changing into a
pretty girl. And there have been plenty of times I've really enjoyed
myself while I was a girl. But don't you remember what happened when
we went to him so he could change you into Crissy for awhile because
of that little episode with that deviant campus security cop Pete
Potter?"
"But that really wasn't the old man's fault entirely," replied Chris.
"Surely you remember how your jealous girlfriend DeeDee Marston, with
whom you're quarreling once again, had more to do with me losing my
memory and making me act the way I did. But I'm also sure you and
DeeDee will be back together soon enough - you know she can't stay
mad at you for very long periods at a time."
"Aren't I the lucky one?" groaned Terry. "I'm afraid you might be
right about going to see the old wizard. However, as long as we
remain in his shop, I'll be constantly worrying about something going
haywire."
***
Bob Miller was on his way to Samantha Johnson's sorority Sigma Beta
Beta, better known on campus - at least to the male half - as the
Sorority of Buxom Babes.
They had another date.
It had been almost a week since Bob had rescued Samantha from the
clutches of that totally nerdish geekoid Arnold Poltan. Even then,
Sam had been reluctant to go out with him at first. She'd kept
insisting that she could only love Arnold Poltan. But despite her
constant protestations, Bob knew Sam being in love with Arnie couldn't
possibly be true. No girl in her right mind could love a total
geekoid like Arnie unless she was one or worse herself. And the busty
Samantha Johnson was most definitely totally removed from any trace of
geekdom.
After he'd found that odd little shop in the mall, Bob was also
certain he'd discovered how Arnold had impossibly won Samantha's love.
It was so obvious. He'd either cast a spell on her or slipped her
some potion that made her love him. She definitely would have never
considered loving a geek like Arnie otherwise, especially when he was
around.
Although Bob had initially had some misgivings about using magic to
get what he wanted, he had finally decided that two could easily play
that same game. With the help of that pretty, but openly quite
peculiar, girl - Dannie, he thought her name had been - he'd been
given his own love potion for Samantha to drink.
And the potion had worked perfectly.
Now Samantha loved him with that same fiery passion she'd previously
professed for Arnold. Even better, Sam no longer remembered that
wussy little jerkoff's name.
Everything was now totally right with world.
"Stop right where you are, Bob Miller!" snarled Arnie Poltan.
"Who's going to make me, geek? You?" Bob smiled.
"I will if I must," Arnie grinned back. "But I think it would be
better for you if you just turned around, went back to your dorm, and
never thought of seeing my Samantha ever again."
"None of that is very likely," argued Bob. "Sam's my girl now, Arnie.
I think you'd better get used to it."
"You cheated," snapped Arnie childishly. "You used borrowed magic to
obtain what wasn't rightfully yours."
"And that's supposed to make me feel guilty?" Bob laughed. "You must
have used the same sort of magic yourself. How else would someone
like you get someone like her to even notice you when someone like me
is around?"
"How else could I do that indeed?" smiled Arnie.
"Now just back off, nerd," warned Bob. "I don't really want to hurt
you... at least not too much. But I will if you force me to defend
myself. And I'm sure I'll enjoy every second of it."
"I imagine you would enjoy beating the shit out of me, Bob," grinned
Arnie. "But then you've always enjoyed kicking the butt of those you
thought weaker than you. In fact, I've heard you enjoy kicking ass
almost as much as you enjoy screwing anyone wearing a skirt."
"What's your point, geek?" asked Bob, visibly growing angrier.
"You have one small problem with any foolish attempt on your part to
work me over that you have not as yet considered."
"And just what might that be?" grinned Bob. "Do you want to call out
for your mommy to come protect you?"
"Hardly. To put it very simply, I'm not weaker than you anymore,"
replied Arnie in a cold and somber tone of voice.
Bob's grin quickly turned to outright laughter. "Yeah right. I'm
so scared." Bob's laughter grew stronger. "Anyone comparing the two
of us would quickly and easily conclude which one of us is the
stronger. And which of us is full of hot air as well."
"Physically, I'm no match for you, Bob. I'll concede you that point.
However, a physical comparison was not exactly what I had in mind,"
sneered Arnie. "I'm was actually thinking of a comparison in terms
of our magical powers. You got your love potion within the walls of
that little shop in the mall from the old wizard's occasionally snippy
little female apprentice. She's quite pretty too I've been told."
Arnie grinned at him. "Tell me, Bob. Did you try getting into her
pants too?"
Having finally heard more than enough, the furious Bob charged Arnie
with the intent of shutting him up permanently.
But Arnold never flinched.
"It's really a pity you must rely on the generosity of others to
obtain your magical potions. I have found spells are so much more
efficient and effective. And mine, of course, are au natural." Arnie
snapped his fingers.
Following a brilliant flash of light, Bob found himself suddenly
frozen in place. He could see and hear everything going on around
him, but he could neither speak nor move a muscle. Even the people
walking by them never noticed Bob or Arnie standing there.
With a purely evil leer, Arnie looked over Bob. "You should have
just walked away from her like I asked you to do, Bob. That would
have been much better for you. Once you're gone, Samantha will have
little choice other than being mine again."
As Arnie continued staring at the immobile Bob, he slowly raised one
of hands into the air. "This shouldn't hurt a bit." His hand began
glowing eerily until suddenly a beam of light leaped from his hand
towards Bob. Once the light fully encompassed him, his body began
absorbing it. And in turn, Bob's body began changing.
His short hair quickly lengthened, becoming a shoulder-length ashen
blonde mane.
His waist thinned.
His hips widened.
His buttocks ballooned.
And finally, two small nubs began pushing out from under his shirt.
After only a few minutes, the two nubs had blossomed into a full firm
pair of 38DD tits.
"What are you doing to me?" asked Bob in a soft light soprano simply
dripping with sex once he realized he could speak once again.
But by that time, his clothes had also changed. The pants he'd been
wearing had become very tight-fitting short shorts. His shirt had
been replaced with an equally tight tank top that clung to his every
newly gained curve, hiding absolutely nothing. And the platform shoes
with only two-inch heels came no where near replacing the eight inches
in height he'd just lost.
"Isn't it totally obvious by now," grinned Arnie. "I've just removed
my competition for the affections of Samantha Johnson, of course. How
do you think you'll like having boys like the one you formerly were
constantly lusting after you, my dear?"
"But you can't do this to me," objected Bob, now nearer to tears than
he'd been since he was a small boy.
"I do wish you would have told me that earlier." Arnie laughed. "If
I'd only known I couldn't do to you what I've already done to you,
then I wouldn't have wasted my time doing it to you." Arnie's
laughter intensified. "Besides, what I've just done to you is not
overly difficult when you have the power. And I've already had some
practice transforming assholes like you." Arnie looked over Bob's
newly altered body. "I'm sure you must have seen Darla Young and her
cousin Rachel West on the news a few nights ago. Wasn't it utterly
scandalous? Or didn't you even wonder how two pretty coeds like them
could be arrested for prostitution?"
Bob quickly inventoried his new body. He didn't like what he
discovered at all. "How is this possible? I've got big tits and a
moist pussy now. You've turned me into a girl."
"Isn't that amazing?" remarked Arnie. "You're both pretty and
observant all at the same time in the same packaging. That's quite a
feat. Don't you think? No one I've talked to about you would ever
believe Bob Miller could have noticed something so obvious."
"But I don't want to be a girl," whined Bob.
"Tough shit, my dear," replied Arnie harshly. "You should have
considered the consequences of confronting me when I gave you your
chance to leave. But it's a little too late for that now. Your other
adjustments have already begun."
"Other adjustments?" Bob suddenly sounded frightened. "What the hell
do you mean other adjustments?"
"You'll find out soon enough; I want you to be completely surprised.
Now just follow me."
"Where are we going?" asked Bob, still not really believing what he
thought had happened to him had actually happened. Even though he
had tits and a pussy, Bob was certain his being a girl was all a big
practical joke.
"We're going to the girls' locker room, silly boy," replied Arnie. "I
really think you need to take a good long look at this new and vastly
improved body I've given you. And the girls' locker room - with all
those wonderfully positioned mirrors hanging on every wall - will be
the perfect place for you to observe how well I've altered you."
***
"What's the matter, Hank sweetie?" cooed the girl sexily as she slid
both arms around his waist. "I really won't bite you, you know. Or
do you want me to bite you?" She grinned, showing her perfect teeth,
then tightened her embrace. "Or maybe it's just that you're simply
frightened of me. Or could it be even more sinister? Don't you like
girls all that much, dear Hank?"
"I like girls just fine, Sheila. That's just not what I worries me at
all," Hank answered nervously, as he continued staring at all her
sultry feminine curves. "It's just that you're Sheila Martinson.
You - as well as every other girl in your sorority - can have just
about any guy on campus you want."
"That's so true," smiled Sheila. "It's one of those fabulous perks of
being beautiful and incredibly sexy of which I do so enjoy taking full
advantage."
Hank swallowed nervously. He wished he had a gallon of water for his
suddenly parched throat. "But why me, Sheila. I'm definitely not in
your class."
"That's complete utter nonsense, Hank." Sheila lightly brushed her
lips across Hank's cheek. "Just because you're nothing more than the
lowly captain of the school's debate team instead of some great big
virile handsome football-playing hunk doesn't mean you've gone totally
unnoticed by me and some of my other friends. Of late, we've been
noticing several boys just like you, Hank Johnson."
"You have?" Hank still sounded surprised. "That's still a little
hard for me to believe." He swallowed nervously again.
"But we quite definitely have noticed." For just a moment, Sheila had
thought her fish might have slipped her hook. But after another of
her disarming smiles directed at Hank, she realized she still had her
fish - like so many of those other boys she'd collected recently -
completely hooked. All she needed to do now was slowly reel him in.
And she, with her lifetime of experience getting boys to do whatever
she wanted them to do, knew exactly how she'd do it. "Why don't we
stroll across the quad and go back to my room, Hank?" she smiled
coyly. "I just know we'll have lots of fun there. And after we've
had our little fun, I'll show you exactly what I have in mind for us."
"You will? We will?" Hank was thinking this whole thing of him and
Sheila still sounded a little too incredulous to be true. But Sheila
was here. And her wanting him did seem to be all her idea. Besides,
just who did Hank think he was to even consider saying "no" to some
heavy-duty quality time alone with Sheila Martinson?
"Of course we will, Hank dear." With practiced poise, Sheila leaned
over and brushed her lips against his cheek again. "I'd really like
to show you what I mean right here and now, but I can guarantee
whatever we do will be far superior in my room." Sheila grinned like
the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Or perhaps, was I right all along about
you not liking pretty girls?"
"Let's head straight for your room, Sheila," replied Hank, knowing he
would very likely have to give Sheila a convincing demonstration of
just how much he liked girls. And that was undoubtedly going to be
considerable fun. As Hank slid his arm around Sheila's slim waist, he
wondered what all the other guys would be thinking once they saw him
crossing the quad with Sheila Martinson draped on his arm. Without
much trouble, he convinced himself that they'd be so jealous of his
good fortune, they'd shit green bricks for several weeks.
Hook, line, and sinker, thought Sheila with a widening grin as they
headed towards her room in the Iota Delta Phi sorority house.
***
Terry and Chris made their way slowly across the quad towards the
mall. Terry was clearly in no great hurry.
"I'm still not totally convinced this visit to the old man is such a
good idea, Chris."
"I know you don't. But you've always been a big worrywart." The boys
laughed. "I know you don't totally trust the old man's magic - you
never have. But I'm not exactly sure why you don't and I do, since
it would seem I have several more reasons to distrust his magic than
you do." Just thinking about some of the strange things he'd been
through made Chris shiver. "But we aren't getting anywhere continuing
to argue this way. Besides, you know as well as I do that the old man
seems to know just about everything about anything anyway."
"But isn't that just sort of the whole point of the thing? If he
already knows everything, then why do we need to go tell him something
isn't right? Shouldn't he already know? And shouldn't he have
already stepped in and stopped whatever was going on?"
"Maybe it's one of those peculiar wizard rules he lives by," replied
Chris. "Maybe he needs to have someone ask for help first before he
can step in and fix things."
"That sounds downright silly, Chris, which only proves it might be
true." Suddenly his eyes widened in total abject surprise. "What
the hell is wrong with the world? I simply can't believe what I'm
seeing."
"What's wrong?" Chris sounded confused at the apparently abrupt
change in topic.
"What's wrong is them... over there," replied Terry. "And they're
walking straight towards us."
When Chris looked in the direction Terry had indicated, he also stared
with surprise at the approaching couple. Certainly from the way Hank
Johnson had his arm firmly entwined around an obviously quite willing
Sheila Martinson's waist, they had to be, as impossibly as it seemed,
considered a couple.
"Hi, Hank. How's it going today?" both Terry and Chris asked, as the
unlikely couple neared.
But Hank said nothing in reply back to them. He was obviously
thoroughly engrossed with Sheila Martinson. But then, what guy
would be able to think straight with Sheila so possessively hanging
all over his arm? Not surprisingly, Hank acted as if he had never
heard a single word they'd said.
Hank and Sheila just walked by them nearly oblivious to everything
else in the world.
"I guess if I had someone like Sheila paying that much attention to
me I'd probably be floating on Cloud 9 and ignoring us too."
"You can't really blame him either. After all, that was Sheila
Martinson, one of the hottest babes on campus, with him."
"But I can't keep from wondering what she could possibly see in him,
Chris. If I hadn't seen it myself, I would have never guessed that
the president and high priestess of I Felta Thigh would have a thing
for debate team captains, when there were, in her own words, 'several
unattached and available hunks just running around loose waiting to
be had.' This makes no sense to me."
"If it helps, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me either. As Chris
stared after the departing couple, he felt more than a little envious
of Hank's sudden and unexpected good fortune with Sheila. "I wonder
if there's some new contest going on between the Iota Delta Phi and
Sigma Beta Beta sororities that we no nothing about. That might
explain what she's doing with Hank."
"Do you really think that's it? I'm not sure I do," said Terry.
"Between those two sororities are nearly all the hottest babes on
this campus. If we were hot babes all the time, we'd just about have
to be in one of those sororities. Every guy on this campus that
either sorority considers a hunk lines up just to pick lottery numbers
for simply getting a chance at dates with their girls sometime in the
future." Terry slowly shook his head. "I just can't help thinking
Sheila's out slumming or more likely looking for a little action she
would never seek out from one of her own snooty crowd of friends."
"But why Hank?"
"I have no idea?"
"Do you think we should try stopping Hank from making a real jackass
of himself over Sheila?"
"What for? Didn't you see him?" asked Terry. "It's already much too
late to help him. That boy's hooked and Sheila's reeling him in.
Besides, he'd never believe we had his best interests in mind. From
what I saw she's got him thoroughly wrapped about that cute little
finger of hers."
"I suppose you're right about that." Chris sighed. "Sheila certainly
has that affect on most of the guys around here whether she wants them
or not. And if I were in Hank's place, I probably wouldn't believe
whatever we had to say about Sheila anyway."
"I doubt I would either."
"And anyway, Hank's a big boy. I'm sure he'll be okay. And if we
tried interfering in whatever she has planned for him, we might lose
a good friend in the process." Chris looked down at his watch.
"Besides if we waste much more time, we won't get back from seeing
the old man before our next class starts."
"I just knew there would have to be a silver lining somewhere in all
this strangeness," smiled Terry warily. "It's just too bad it would
never work permanently." Terry let loose a long sigh. "I suppose if
we have to go to the mall, we'd better go so we can get it over and
done with." Terry looked back in the direction Hank and Sheila had
gone. "I suppose we can check up on Hank when we come back. I'm
reasonably certain Sheila will have had her fill of Hank by then and
be done with him forever."
***
As Arnie and the newly transformed Bob approached their intended
destination, Bob, looking suddenly horrified, turned pale. He hadn't
really believed where Arnie had told him they were going until now.
"We can't go in there. That really is the girls' locker room. If
we just put one foot inside that door, all the girls in there will
start screaming bloody murder. We could get expelled."
"I really don't know what's bothering you about going inside, Bob,"
smiled Arnie. "It's not as if you'll be seeing anything you haven't
already seen several times before."
"What are you talking about?"
"Really, Bob. I know you and your friends have always enjoyed
looking through that little peephole at all the naked girls inside.
Besides with that exceptionally well built new body I've given you,
you can walk right in, strip naked, take a shower, and you'd blend
right in as if you belonged there. I'm sure any of your friends
watching through the peephole will be very excited about seeing this
new you."
Bob blushed bright crimson.
"But you are right about one thing, Bob. I certainly can't go inside
the girls' locker room," smiled Arnie. "At least the nerdy Arnie
Poltan couldn't possibly go inside without all hell breaking loose."
Arnie concentrated for a moment. "This will be much better," he said
in a soprano voice every bit as sexy as Bob's new voice.
Bob stared at an altered Arnie dumbfounded. "How'd you do that?
You've changed yourself into a girl now." Bob shook his head. "If I
didn't know better, I'd swear you look just like Angie Pollana."
"Aren't you just so sweet?" Angie smiled back. "But I'll have you
know I don't just look like Angie Pollana; I really am Angie Pollana.
At least when I'm a girl, as I am right now, I'm Angela Pollana. When
I'm a boy, like I was before, I'm Arnold Poltan."
"But I asked you out on a date."
"Over and over again as I recall. And I turned you down each and
every time you asked me out. You got really annoying when you
continued asking me out after I told you 'no' for the tenth time.
Don't you have any idea what the word 'no' actually means?"
"I just thought you were playing hard to get."
Angie glared at Bob. "I only thought you were a jerk then, but now
you've gone and removed all doubt. It's a real shame I couldn't have
changed you into someone or something else back then. I could have
used a really cuddly teddy bear. But at that time, we weren't yet one
and we had no power, so I couldn't have changed anything about you."
Angie frowned. "I hope by now you've also realized that I wouldn't
have changed you this time if you'd simply decided to leave Samantha
alone like I asked.
Bob smiled. "I really don't think Sam will be very interested in you
now that you've become another girl. I know for a fact that Sam
definitely likes boys."
"The fact that Sam likes boys is okay with me," replied Angie. "I
don't really like other girls in quite the same way when I'm Angie
anyway. Whenever I'm female, I really find boys far more attractive.
Besides, Sam will be all over me again once I change back into Arnie."
Angie began smiling. "Sam really loves me when I'm Arnie, you know."
"But that isn't love, you cast a spell on her," argued Bob, wondering
if hadn't been just as bad?
"So what? You know, I'll bet you don't know that Samantha Johnson
and her best friend Charlotte Morgan used to be a couple of regular
guys themselves. It seems to be some big dark secret. And apparently
neither Sam nor Charlie remembers once being guys at all. But they've
now been girls for several years and they seem to enjoy themselves."
"You're crazy, Angie," snapped Bob. "Sam and Charlie aren't any more
guys than I..."
"...am a girl," smiled Angie.
Bob stared at Angie, while at the same time casually weighing one of
his new breasts in his smaller female hand. "How can you possibly be
both Angie and Arnie?"
"It just sort of happened a couple of weeks ago," replied Angie. "I
don't exactly know how it happened. All I actually remember is being
struck by this very odd bolt of lightning. And at the same time, we
also gained a lot of mystical power."
"Who were you originally?"
"That's another really interesting question, Bob. I only wish I could
tell you, but I just can't anymore. I really don't remember with any
great certainty any longer, not that I even consider something so
trivial to be of any great importance."
"You should."
"I don't really see why. When I first woke up after being struck by
that lightning, both Angie and Arnie were in my mind constantly
arguing with each other about something now totally irrelevant. As
they continued arguing, my body kept painfully fluctuating back and
forth between my female Angie body and my male Arnie body. And just
when I thought I'd wind at the local funny farm, Angie and Arnie came
to some agreement about sharing our body. After that, we all just
sort of merged together mentally... more or less." Angie, looking
pained, shook her head. "It still hurts just thinking about that
sometimes. But I'm mostly Angie with all her girl wants and needs
whenever I'm female. And in a like manner, I'm mostly Arnie with all
his guy wants and needs whenever I'm male. Nothing else really
matters much anymore."
Just then a couple of good-looking guys walked past the two apparent
girls.
"You're looking really good today, Angie," said one of them as he
gave her a good looking over.
"You're really looking hot, babe," smiled the other lustily.
"Thanks ever so much, guys. I'm so glad you noticed." Angie smiled
at them and batted an eyelash flirtatiously.
"Why didn't they say anything to me?" asked Bob curiously.
"It's probably because you're still with me. It's very likely they
didn't even notice you standing here. But don't you go worrying your
pretty little head about that right now. Those two will start
noticing you soon enough. And it won't be just them either. I'm sure
every red-blooded boy on this campus will soon start noticing how well
you stand out in a crowd."
"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
"Maybe not just yet, but you will soon enough. After all, you still
have a little more readjusting to do first."
"What do you mean by readjusting?"
Angie smiled. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, my dear."
***
Hank was feeling very nervous about being where he was, as Sheila
slowly opened the door into her room. Not knowing what he should
expect, he'd felt a little ill at ease simply entering the main hall
of the Iota Delta Phi sorority - a place he considered almost sacred
ground - even with all of Sheila's prior assurances that everything
was perfectly all right.
Fortunately, although it seemed somewhat odd to Hank, there had been
no one standing around in the entry hall to cause him, or far more
likely Sheila, any grief.
"What are you waiting for, Hank? Sheila smiled sexily at him from
just inside her room. "I really won't bite you." Her smile grew
wider. "At least, I won't bite at first."
"Are you sure it's all right for me to be in here?"
"Of course, it's all right for you to be in here," replied Sheila, as
she flipped on the lights of her room. "This is my room. If I say
you can be in here, then you can be in here."
"So where's everyone else, Sheila?" asked Hank nervously.
"There's no need for you to be worried about my other sisters. But as
a guess, most of them are over at the mall right now. Among the many
things my sisters and I enjoy doing for fun is shopping. We do lots
of shopping in our spare time. We spend just oodles and oodles of
time running around the mall."
Shopping? Hank hated going shopping. "Do you mean it's not unusual
for you to be alone in your house?"
"Not at all, Hank," smiled Sheila. "Someone is always here, so the
house is never truly empty. And I'm not alone now; you're here with
me." Sheila reached out and took Hank's hand. "Now just quit
worrying about things that aren't that important and come inside my
room, Hank. I have something really fascinating I want to show you."
"You do?" An expectant smile began creeping across Hank's face as he
considered - they were all alone in the house after all - just what
she meant to show him. As a result, he stepped over the door's
threshold and into Sheila's room, suddenly feeling incredibly more
confident.
"See, Hank. It's just like I told you," grinned Sheila. "Nothing
strange or unusual happened to you just because you entered my room."
She casually brushed her lips against his cheek. At least not yet,
she thought with an enticing smile.
"What did you want to show me?"
"My, my," grinned Sheila. "Aren't we the anxious eager beaver all of
a sudden." She paused for a moment. "But you're absolutely right,
there's no sense in wasting any more time." She watched Hank's smile
widen. "I want to show you my lovely antique mirror."
"Your antique mirror?" Hank sounded disappointed and confused.
Seeing her old mirror wasn't even close to what he'd expected.
"Of course. I just love showing off my mirror to visitors." Sheila
pointed toward the corner of her room. "It's standing over there
in the corner. What do you think of it, Hank?"
Hank was clearly impressed by the full-length mirror within its ornate
hand-carved hardwood frame. It was obviously very old. Hank began
wondering why Sheila had such an obviously valuable antique in her
room. He also wondered why he hadn't noticed the imposing mirror
before Sheila had pointed it out to him. The mirror was so large it
was hard to miss. But on the other hand, mirrors had probably been
the furthest things from his mind as he'd entered Sheila's room.
"Wow! That's some mirror."
"Why don't you go over and examine it more closely, Hank?"
"Sure, okay," replied Hank. Although this wasn't what he had imagined
he would be examining in Sheila's room - not by a long, long ways -
Hank walked over to mirror. As he put his hand on the frame, he was
surprised at its texture. The frame was soft and smooth; it yielded
to his touch. Impossibly, it seemed more like human flesh instead of
some ancient wood. "What's this frame made of, Sheila?" he asked
curiously.
"It's made from an extremely rare wood," replied Sheila. "There are
some who might even call this wood enchanted."
"Enchanted wood? You mean, as in magic?" asked Hank. "There's no
such thing as magic."
"Really?"
"Are you trying to tell me you believe in magic, Sheila?"
"I believe in a great many things," replied Sheila. "And magic is
just one of those many things, my dear Hank." Sheila smiled at him
again. "And I'm certain that you will also believe in just a little
bit."
"I doubt it, Sheila.
"We'll soon see if I can convince you that magic exists, dear Hank."
Sheila smiled in a way that made Hank uncomfortable again. "Mystic
Mirror. Hold my unbelieving guest tightly within your grasp."
"Wha..." was all Hank managed to say as he was suddenly frozen in his
place before the mirror. Aside from still being able to breathe, he
quickly discovered he was unable to move a muscle. All he seemed
capable of doing was stare deeply into his own image reflected back
at him from the ancient mirror.
***
Terry had continued dragging his feet as he and Chris headed for the
mall. To be honest, neither of them ever knew with certainty whether
or not they'd find the old man's shop when they went looking for it.
They always had to go to the mall to find out if it was or wasn't
there. Just who could they have called to find out if a store in one
place one day and in another the next was even there on any given day?
Terry had been hoping the little shop would be totally AWOL. He
didn't care where it was as long as it was someplace other than where
he was.
But that clearly hadn't been the case today.
Chris and Terry stood outside the old man's shop. Oddly, they'd
found the little shop as soon as they'd entered the mall. Finding the
shop so quickly was generally a very rare event that more often than
not was a boding of major trouble.
Terry had grumbled. As was usually the case, he wasn't overly eager
to enter the old man's shop.
"C'mon, Terry," prodded Chris. "We're not going to find out what
happened to Wally Donnelly if we stay out here."
"I know, Chris. But you know how going in there makes me really
nervous, especially when we didn't waste any time finding the place."
"Do you want to stay out here while I go in alone?"
"Hell no!" snapped Terry. "Staying out here would worry me even more.
I think I'd be worrying about you the whole time you were in there."
Chris smiled at his friend. "Then let's just go inside and ask him
what we came to ask him about. Once we've done that we can be on our
way again."
"Hopefully," muttered Terry, low enough that his friend didn't hear,
as he and Chris made their way toward the shop's entrance. Terry just
had the strangest feeling that things weren't going to work themselves
out as simply as he hoped.
***
"Don't try to speak, Hank dear. You just can't for the time being."
Sheila looked him over carefully and smiled. "But you'll be
completely aware of everything that happens to you. I just knew I
was right about you all along Hank. I was certain you just didn't
like girls the way a boy should."
Hank wanted to argue with her, but, as Sheila had said, he couldn't
speak.
"But we're going to fix all that for you now," grinned Sheila. "Have
you ever wondered what you would look like if you'd been born a girl,
Hank? Not that you have any real choice in this matter, just watch
your image in the mirror and we'll soon find out."
Sheila smiled broadly as the image reflected by the mirror rippled and
began changing. She wondered what poor Hank Johnson was thinking -
just as she had wondered with all the others the mirror had changed
before him - as his reflection quickly took on a decidedly different
appearance from his normal dull male self.
Was that fear she saw growing in his eyes?
Or was it just more simply the proper lust a boy felt for a girl?
In the mirror reflected back towards Hank was now a girl's image
instead of his own. The girl could have easily been Hank's twin
sister, if only Hank had had a twin sister.
"Yours would have been a fair shape and form," mused Sheila. "It's
too bad you didn't possess the common sense to be born female in the
first place, Hank dear. But perhaps..." The image in the mirror began
altering even as she spoke. "...a few improvements might still be made.
You are as yet too tall by about a half-foot. Your waist should be a
few inches thinner. And your breasts should also be correspondingly
larger. I think dark red hair that flows to the middle of your back
and emerald green eyes would look just fabulous on you. And of course
a beauteous feminine face with absolutely no trace whatsoever of your
former male self is an absolute must."
Sheila smiled as looked back and forth between the unaltered Hank and
his newly revised image in the mirror. "I think that's much better?
Don't you? I'm certain this pretty girl being reflected by the mirror
would be a most welcome addition to the Iota Delta Phi sorority.
Don't you think so too, Hank?" Sheila smiled, even as she wondered
what thoughts were running through Hank's mind. "But then, you can't
answer any of my questions. Can you, dear Hank? So I'll just have to
assume your full acceptance of my offer by your continued silence and
that enticingly confused look in your eyes."
Sheila turned and addressed the mirror. "Mystic Mirror. As has ever
been your task, take this female image you now reflect and overwrite
the physical appearance of he who is my guest standing before you."
The frame of the mirror began glowing dully.
And as the glow intensified, the young man standing frozen and mute
before the ancient mirror began changing.
His height slowly decreased until it matched the height of his
reflection.
His waist thinned.
Small nubs under his shirt began swelling, swiftly ballooning to match
those of his reflection.
A mass of dark red hair sprouted quickly from his scalp and flowed
downwards to the middle of his back.
His eyes became twin emerald pools.
And there was soon no remaining trace of maleness left in his face.
He'd become a visage of feminine loveliness that would swiftly inspire
lust in any man fortunate enough to gaze upon it.
In short order, Hank had been transformed into the girl reflected by
the mirror. He'd become a girl everyone would consider absolutely
perfect for joining the sorority of Iota Delta Phi.
"Excellent work, as usual," smiled Sheila. She slowly ran her hand
across the young man's newly altered facial features. "Absolutely
perfect. Your skin is now so soft and smooth." As his movement was
still restricted, she wasn't surprised Hank had no reaction to her
touch. None of the others had reacted to her touch either.
"Mystic Mirror. It is now time to alter what once was. Make what is
now be what was. And what is now shall become what will always be."
As Sheila watched, the sparkling emerald eyes of the girl who had once
been Hank Johnson slowly glazed over. It wasn't an unusual reaction.
Sheila had seen basically the same thing happen every other time that
the mirror had been invoked to alter what had been. And as she
continued watching the girl, her spark of life and knowledge began
slowly returning.
"Mystic Mirror. It is time to awaken my former guest. Let this life
of hers return as if it was the one always meant to be."
The new girl who had been Hank Johnson and male when she'd arrived let
out a soft moan as her senses, as her feelings, and as movement
gradually returned to her body. A small soft hand absently reached up
and gently caressed each of her new breasts in turn.
The new girl moaned softly with apparent pleasure.
Recognizing the sound for what it was - she'd lost track how many
times she'd heard it - Sheila asked the new girl, "How are you feeling
now? Are you all right?"
The girl once, but no longer, known as Hank Johnson turned quickly
towards Sheila. The girl smiled at Sheila as soon as she recognized
her. "I'm just fine now, Sheila," she replied in a soft sexy soprano
far different from the voice she had possessed before. "I suppose I
must have fallen asleep or something."
"And do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know who you are. Why shouldn't I?" The girl sounded
very puzzled by the odd question, since she'd just called her by name.
"You're Sheila Martinson. You're the president of Iota Delta Phi and
my sorority sister as well."
"Do you know who you are?"
"Of course I do." The girl gave Sheila another odd puzzled look.
"Why shouldn't I know who I am, Sheila?" But, not really knowing why,
she still answered Sheila's peculiar question anyway. "I'm Lorraine
Hamilton. I'm the captain - the first female so honored - of the
school's debate team." Lorraine took a quick look around the room.
"Why are we in your room, Sheila? Where are the rest of our sisters?"
"They're over at the mall, of course," replied Sheila. "They went
shopping."
Lorraine looked shocked at the idea. "If all our sisters are over at
the mall, then what the hell are we doing here? You know how much I
love to go shopping."
"I was wondering the same thing, Lorraine. We should join them, if
you'd like, once you change your clothes."
"Change my clothes? I don't understand." Suddenly, Lorraine realized
she was wearing some boys' clothing clearly several sizes too big for
her. "When did I put these horrid looking clothes on? Where the hell
did I even get them? The Salvation Army?" she wondered aloud. She
turned to Sheila. "I won't be very long. It'll only take a minute or
two for me to go to my room and change into something more me."
As Lorraine turned and headed for her room, Sheila watched her newest
sorority sister sway sexily out the door. She was convinced that the
mistress would be quite pleased with the addition of Lorraine to their
number.
***
Without further complaint from Bob, Angie took the new girl inside the
girls' locker room. Just as she had told him, none of the other girls
noticed anything out of the ordinary about Bob when they entered.
But then why should they notice them or even think them different? If
anything, Bob knew he had now become a more attractive girl than most
of them.
What was he thinking?
No matter how good he thought he looked, he knew he wasn't a girl.
Somehow he'd have to keep remembering how Angie, when she'd been
Arnie, had transformed him into one. Of course any one of the several
images reflected by the locker room's mirrors would have vehemently
disputed his every assertion about not being female, if only they
could speak.
And yet, even to his own mind, his newly altered appearance still
carried plenty of weight. As Bob stared at the busty ashen blonde
he'd become in one of the mirrors, he wondered how this girl he saw
could really be him.
He wasn't really a girl.
Or was he actually becoming one?
As he looked around the room, Bob observed dozens of other girls in
various stages of undress. They did nothing to excite him. Even the
totally naked girls did nothing to arouse his interest. But whenever
he'd seen these same things through that peephole, his now missing
manhood had never failed to swiftly stir at such marvelous sights. He
began wondering just how many of his friends were watching him right
now and making lewd remarks about his bodaciously busty new body.
Angie led Bob over to a pair of vacant lockers. "We need to get ready
for class."
"I can't go out there like this," complained Bob.
"Of course you can't, silly girl," smiled Angie. "And neither can I.
We need to change into our gym clothes first." Angie began striping.
"I'll bet that seeing all this fantastically naked female flesh isn't
bothering you in the slightest right about now." Totally naked, Angie
stood up before Bob. "Take a real good look at me." Angie shook her
head. "Believe me, I know exactly how you must feel. The first time
I came in here as Angie was a major disappointment for Arnie's lurking
mind. But don't worry about it too long. As a girl, you'll soon get
used to lusting after boys instead of other girls."
Slowly Bob began removing his clothes. He didn't really want to take
them off - he knew his friends might be watching him through that
peephole - but he didn't seem to have another choice. He knew he had
to go to this class. And if he didn't change his clothes, he'd be
late for this class he was taking with Angie. Although quite
truthfully, Bob couldn't quite remember having this or any other class
with Angie.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Angie, once Bob finished changing
into his gym suit. It fit his frame a little more snugly than he
would have liked and it also showed off a little more of his flesh
then he thought was appropriate. And yet, this way he was now dressed
felt somehow perfectly all right. Dressed as he was, he was convinced
guys would soon