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Preface: This document was originally written in February 2002. I decided that I didn?t like the way the story developed, but I liked the premise. So, I decided to rework it a bit. Hope you find this version to be enjoyable. Due to the limitations of plain text, this Fictionmania version will use the accent mark, ', to signify character thoughts. An Unexpected Love By Kellie "Cowgyrl" Thomas The pitcher threw another floater that was happily met with the all too distinctive ping of the aluminum bat. Abruptly, the ball changed trajectory and flew over the outfield and into the stands. I was getting aggravated with the progress of this game. There was seemingly little hope. So, I tried to drum up a bit of chatter to relieve the disappointment in the room. "Have you found a date for the formal yet?" I asked my roommate as we continued to watch our team get knocked out of the tournament. I knew very well the answer to my question. Dusty was an attractive fellow. Actually, the girls thought he was sweetest guy on the planet. I envied that. He was a good bit shy though and had trouble relating to girls. He never got the nerve to ask any girls out on a date, although many were willing. I had a similar quandary when it came to asking the ladies out, but for me it just seemed that I related to them too well. That is how I knew of Dusty's potential. He always was an affectionate subject of our conversation. The girls always asked me if I knew who he liked or some other intimate thing about the guy. I myself never could seem to ask any girls out because I feared the "friend factor". I guess that's why I never wanted to join a fraternity. No social obligations meant no problems. "Not yet." he replied. "Not yet?!" Dude, you have less than a week to get a date for the formal, and you know how they are about officers attending social functions." "Yeah, but there aren?t any girls..." "Bullshit, man." I interrupted. "I have three friends that would have gone with you if you had asked them sooner." "See, all taken." he informed. "Ah, but let me finish. I think I have the girl for you." I countered. "I don't know, Todd. I mean..." "You're gonna need a date, man, and you can't take your cousin as a backup again. The guys will tear you apart." I reminded him. "Ok, who is she?" "Sara Watkins. She?s in my Ag. Engineering class." "I don't know. She?s a little... I just..." "She?s cute, man. I'd ask her out myself if I had the balls, but you need a date more than I do." We finished watching the game, and I headed to the bathroom. "Just think about it, but don't take too long." I added as I left the room. "Yeah, Thanks." I could tell that Dusty was not too keen on my idea. I wondered what trouble he'd get in with the guys if he did not show up with a date for the formal. There were already rumors running around that he might be gay. I was beginning to wonder myself, but I also thought about the fact that most of those rumors had me as his boyfriend. I knew that was not happening. So, I shrugged it off. I returned to the living room of our apartment to find Dusty getting ready to head out. "Got a study session?" I asked "Naw, just need to get something from the store." he replied. I knew that he meant he wanted to be alone for a while. So, I left it at that. "See ya in a bit then." *** Thursday rolled around, and I knew Dusty was still without a date. He had passed up every opportunity I presented to him earlier in the week. So, I just let him be on the issue. Since neither of us had a Friday class, Thursday was the night we(d head to the local country bar and unwind for the weekend. Dusty always had an easy time getting girls to dance with him, and that bugged me. He asked. They said "yes". So, why would he not be able to ask for a date? I on the other hand had some perverted vision that asking a girl to dance was synonymous with asking her on a date, or even worse, to bed. So, I avoided that pressure and potential rejection. However, there always seemed to be a fairly cute girl that had more balls than I, and she(d invariably ask me to dance. I never pursued any of them. I suppose I felt I had to prove my worth as a man by snagging some super hot chick. It was a reality that left me somewhat ashamed. We both returned from the dance floor and to our table. I had thought it a bit odd that Dusty headed to the back of the bar when our usual spot was on a couple of stools next to the dance floor so we could watch the women line- dancing. When we sat down, he made the most ludicrous proposal I had ever heard. "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" he asked. "Dunno. Hadn't thought about it." I replied. "I guess we could just come here again. Why?" "Well, I... Ah shit, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I was thinking that maybe you could go to the formal with me." he said very awkwardly. I blew beer out my nose. "What?!" I said looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "I know it sounds bad, but hear me out on this." he insisted. "Dude, first those aggies of yours are not the kind to accept..." "That's not going to be a problem. I think... Just hear me out." "You THINK? Just how is you taking a GUY to the formal NOT going to be a problem?" "Because, they won't know you're a guy." he reasoned. "Not KNOW I'm a guy?" I said in utter confusion. "Dude, you have lost it! You think you can blindfold all those people? There's know way to not think I'm a guy." "Sure there is. You'll be a girl." he stated bluntly. "Whoa, Trigger! A girl? You HAVE lost your marbles worse than I thought!" "Yes. A girl." he insisted. "Man, there is NO way I would be convincing as a girl. I MIGHT consider it if I thought I COULD pull it off, and you had a DAMNED good excuse as to why you needed a 'fill-in- girl', but this is YOUR fault." I declared. "Unless..." "Unless, what?" "Unless... Be frank with me here. Are you... you know... gay?" I had done it. I put out the question everyone had been asking me in some fashion or another. He just sat there stunned. I was beginning to think that was a yes. "I don't think so." was his simple reply. "You don't THINK so?" I said very confused. I figured you either said yes, no, or no I'm bi to that question. 'I don?t think so.' That was a kin to saying you don?t remember your name. You just had to know, or so I thought. "Yeah, I don't think so. I don't think I am. I mean I'm attracted to girls sexually... sorta... but I just can't find any I like. I guess I never thought of it really." "Ok then. Let's assume you are not. Why should I go as YOUR girl?" "Because, you're my last resort." "That's YOUR fault!" I chastised. "Besides, it will never work. I just don't have the right build to be convincing." "But you will." he replied "Dude, you've obviously lost it, but go on, give me the scoop." I said wanting to shut him up and amuse myself with whatever crazy story he?d dreamed up. "Well, when I went out Sunday after the game was over, I headed to the mall. While there I ran across this quaint little shop with an odd fellow behind the counter. He convinced me to buy two 'potions'. The first would change the person who bathed in it into a woman. The other would change the person into a man." "I think YOU got conned. That's NOT possible, and if it were, what makes you think I want to go turning myself into a girl just for your sorry ass?" "You're probably right. I don't know what I was thinking." "Probably too much to drink." I quipped. The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful, but there was a very odd silence between Dusty and I. I think we both felt awkward about his proposal. I could tell that he felt bad about being duped, and I could not blame him. He'd shelled out a good $200 for those bath "potions". I felt bad for him. *** I woke up before Dusty Friday morning knowing he would not be up for a while given his state of inebriation the night before. I slipped into his room without disturbing him. I found the bag with his purchase from the mall. I took the bag and its contents with me to the bathroom. I could feel a cold rush over my body as I pulled the two bottles out of the bag. I could hardly believe I was buying into the cockamamie story. Now, who would believe the fact that I was going to go through with the plan? I pulled out the paper with the directions on it. It was simple. Just add the desired potion to lukewarm bath water and soak for two hours. "Two hours? Man." I mumbled. Then, I read the simple caution: "Male (female) use of the male (female) potion will result in extreme irreversible sexual side effects." I definitely wanted to get this right. I looked at the two bottles. One had a pink gel like substance, and the other had a blue one. Instinctively, I looked at the pink one first assuming it would be the potion to turn me into a girl. It was probably a good thing that I read the label as the pink stuff was simply labeled "F2M". I thought about what that could mean. I looked at the second bottle with the blue gel, and it was labeled "M2F". Then it hit me. 'Male-to-female and female-to-male.' So, the blue gel was what I needed. I locked the door as I did not want Dusty walking in on me during my two hour bath. God only knew if this was going to work, but my curiosity was peaked now. So, I went along with it. I started filling the tub with warm water as the directions indicated. I then dumped the bottle of blue gel into the tub. The scent was very soothing, but there were no suds. "Well, at least I'll smell nice." I said to myself and got ready to climb in. I undressed and slipped into the tub taking note of the time. It was not long before I dozed off. I woke up nearly drowning in the tub. As I sat up coughing and in a panic, noticed things were different. I looked at the watch on the counter next to me. It had been an hour and 59 minutes since I'd first entered the tub. I noticed as well that my arm was different, virtually hairless and quite slender. "Holy shit." I said in disbelief. I was shocked by the melodic sound of my voice. I had to check out more of this. I looked down to see two well formed mounds on my hairless chest. "Amazing. Simply, amazing." I tried to get up, but I slipped and hit my head on the edge of the tub. That's when I noticed the slime covering me and the odd odor in the room. The process had obeyed a simple physical principle. Mass can not be destroyed. It had simply been transformed into a disgusting goo. 'Gross.' I unplugged the drain never wondering if I'd need the stuff to change back. I showered the rest of the goo off of my new body. I then noticed that I indeed did have hair on my body, but it was just very fine like a baby's. Well, that's not entirely true. My arms and legs had somewhat heavier hair, and my vagina was surrounded by a nice patch of the stuff as well. I had gotten so caught up in getting that gooey stuff off of me that, I forgot to check my body completely. I ran my hand between my legs to find that doing so was not a good thing to do while standing in the shower. So, I saved the exploration for later when I would have less risk of falling and injuring myself. I grabbed my razor and chuckled at what I was about to do. I can not count the times that I yelled at my sister for using my razor to shave her legs, and now, I was the one doing the same thing. Once I was all washed and shaven, I grabbed my towel and dried off. The feeling of my silky smooth legs against each other was amazing. It sent a rush through my veins. I had always loved women(s legs when they were smooth. You could say it was a fetish, and now, I was getting hot over the smoothness of my own legs. I stood in front of the mirror. I could not believe what I saw. I saw a girl that would pass as being my sister only she was not my actual sister. Scarily, I was a bit prettier than my actual sister, a bit taller, and in a bit better shape. I was no Cindy Crawford mind you, but I was attractive enough to make most men(s heads turn. I was amazed at how smooth my skin was and how my hips curved in such perfect harmony with my chest and legs. My legs were near perfection, and the most stunning part to me what how my stomach flowed in perfect flat form to my crotch. I shook my head in amazement of my total outward female appearance. Chillingly, my body tingled with excitement. I snapped out of my lustful stare to realize that, I was indeed staring at myself. I was a girl, and I was seemingly enjoying it entirely too much. 'Get a grip dude.' I told myself. 'You're a man, and this is just to help out your pathetic friend.' I gathered myself, wrapped the towel around me, and headed out of the bathroom to my room. "Oh, my God!" I heard Dusty's voice say. I nearly fell over from him startling me. "Todd? Is that you?" "Yeah. What do ya think?" I replied trying to strike a sexy pose. "Incredible... Just one thing." "What?" "The towel." he said pointing at my uncovered upper torso. I blushed realizing that I had not thought to wrap my towel like a girl, and I had left my breasts exposed for all to see. "Thanks." I said, and I quickly ducked into my bedroom. I let the towel fall to the floor, and I collapsed onto my bed. I could not believe the excitement I felt in getting "caught" by my roommate, and the feel of the air on my now soft skin. I laid there with my eyes closed, running my hands all over my body, and imagining that I was with the girl in saw in the mirror. I was getting very turned on, and before I knew it, I let one finger, and then two, slip into my newly formed slit. It was electrifying. I played with myself until I climaxed. I let out a scream. "You alright, dude." I heard Dusty say from outside my door. Extremely embarrassed, I told him I was fine. Then, I realized that I needed clothes. I scrounged around and found a pair of boxers, a t-shirt and some sweats. My shoes were too big, but they were all I had. "You're beautiful." Dusty said as I walked into the room. "You NEED help, man." I said. "I'm dressed like a bum." "Remember how we always would say a girl was sexiest..." "I don't want to think about it. I'm in a very fragile state right now. I'm getting turned on by my own womanhood, and that's not good." "Sorry. You know you didn?t have to..." "That's ok. I had nothing better to do tonight. Plus, its not everyday you get to try out womanhood. Maybe, I can understand my friends better." I lied. "Besides, I didn?t think it would work." "Well, it did, and very wonderfully I might add." "I think there is one thing we need to take care of." "And that is?" "I need clothes for tonight... I?ll need you to take me to the mall... I don't think I have any ID. Shit... How am I gonna..." "I hadn't thought of that. I think one of the guys at the house can fix us up on that." *** We headed out to the mall. My first task was to find decent clothes to wear for shopping. I managed to find some shoes that fit since my old male ones were unquestionably too big. It was easier to walk once I did not have to deal with the flopping of my now oversized shoes. I found a pair of jeans, a bra, and panties in the "softer side" of Sears. Of course, we could not pass up the tool section while we were there. Besides, I could tell that Dusty was getting bored with all the girly shopping stuff. "Dude, give me some money, and you go do something for a few hours. I?ll meet you back here around 2:00, ok?" I said since he was making me nervous. How I wished that my friends Jen and Brenda were here. I had always been amused when I went shopping with them. Now, I could be part of entertainment. "Are you sure?" "Yes." I said reaching out to assure him that it was ok. I was amazed that I was doing this with him, and I think it caught him off guard as well. I shook my head again trying to comprehend the feeling. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" "Nothing. Just checking." he handed me a wad of cash and headed to the parking lot, and I was off on my shopping adventure. I thought about all I would need. I figured I'd only need everything for this evening. So, I decided to get my nails done and have a make over for starters. I could only drool at the marvelous work they did with me. I could feel my blood pressure begin to rise as I looked at myself again. I was looking hot, and it felt terrific. I thanked the women and left to find an outfit for the evening. I became a shopping machine and never gave a second thought to the purchases I made. I stopped by Victoria's Secret. I thought it would be fun to wear some of the sexiest stuff I could just to feel what it was like. This was the first time I got a good take of myself. "Let's see. Bust 34." the sales woman declared. "B cup. Waist 25. Hips 35. Ok, we should be set. Let's take a look at what we have. She took me around and we found some wonderful matching bra and panty sets. I also bought a garter belt and a few pairs of thigh highs. I also bought a camisole. Don't ask me why I was buying all this stuff, but I was so turned on by all the satin and lace that I was not thinking straight I suppose. I finished my shopping trip. I was half-an-hour late when I met Dusty at our designated spot. "What in the world?!" he said as I approached with my hands full of my bounty. "What?" I asked a bit bemused. "Are you sure you're ok?" "Yeah, why?" "I bet you spent everything I had. Dude, you bought more stuff than you need for just one night." "Guess I thought I'd take the weekend and have a vacation from Todd." I coyly smiled. "Whatever." he said relieving me of most of my bags. "You look wonderful by the way." "Thanks. You better like it." I smiled as I bumped him. "Dude!" Dusty was thrown off balance by my shove and by my flirtatiousness. I was having fun by now, and I was not letting my femininity worry me. I was reveling in my new found thrill and let it all hang out. We got home, and I sorted through my purchases. I could not believe how carried away I had gotten. I had enough lingerie to last a week, and enough makeup for a month. I stripped out of the simple clothes I was still wearing from Sears, and I stood there in the nude thinking about what bra and panties to wear with my dress that evening. I figured the black would work well with the deep purple of my dress. So, I started getting ready for the evening. I had a corset, panties, and thigh highs on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was going to knock him dead tonight. I was starting to get aroused by my sight again. I slipped my panties off as not to get them soiled, and I again began to let my hands roam my body. Soon, I was doing a repeat of the morning exercise. I needed to feel that rush again. The orgasm was wonderful. My body was wonderful. I was a woman, and I wanted to feel like I was one. I snapped myself out of my self induced afterglow. I was going to loose it if I kept getting so turned on by my own body, but it was frighteningly wonderful. I finished getting ready. When I walked out of my room in my strapless satin evening gown, the look on Dusty(s face was everything I had hoped it would be and a bit more. "You... You look exquisite." he stammered. "Thanks." I said, and I gave him a small peck on the cheek. He was like a deer in headlights as a result of my gesture. "Earth to Dusty! Come in, Dusty!" I said snapping him out of it. "Dude." he said with a bit of a flush on his cheeks. "Shall, we?" I said. "Oh... My pleasure." he managed as he put his arm out for me to take. *** We arrived at the frat house in time to catch the bus to the lodge where the formal was to be held. I could see half of the guys jaws drop as Dusty assisted me out of his truck. I was the center of attention for the moment, and I was reveling in it for a change. It was not long before I saw my three closest friends outside of Dusty. It was difficulty to pretend like I did not know them when, I desperately wanted to go over and tell them how beautiful they looked. "Dust." I whispered. "What?" "The girls are over there." I said gesturing towards my friends. "You need to introduce me since they don't 'know me'." I added. "Oh, yeah. Hadn?t thought of that." As casually as he could, he escorted me over to where Jen, Brenda, and Jamie were gathered and introduced me as his date, Tina. The bus ride was fairly uneventful. I spent a lot of time "getting to know" the three girls I usually palled around with when I was a guy. So, it was no surprise when I was quickly accepted as one of them. I was giving no thought to my behavior and mannerisms. I was very comfortable with myself at that moment. I let myself be the girl I was, and everything flowed in perfect feminine form. I could tell that Dusty was a bit disturbed by it, and quite truthfully, I suppose, I should have been rather concerned as well. We sat through dinner having idle chit chat when Jen made a very astute, yet scary, observation. "Tina, this may sound a bit weird, but you know who you remind me of?" she said. "No. Who?" was my reply as I took the last bite of my Cordon Blue. "Dusty's roommate Todd." I nearly choked on my food, and I could see that Dusty had a worried look on his face as well. "I?m serious." she continued. "Doesn?t she?" she asked the other two girls. "You know, Jen. Now that you mention it, I guess I can see it." Brenda finally confirmed. "It was just an observation." Jen defended. "You talk like him. You joke like him. You even look like you could be his sister." "I'd never noticed that before." I replied. "Then again, he?s not around much when I am." I smiled inside since that was quite true in a very twisted sort of way. We finished our meal, and I looked at Dusty. Something was bugging him, and I had no clue what it was. I had not figured I had done something which could have upset him, but one never knew. I needed to make sure the night was not going to be a dud. "Hey, buddy." I said. "What's eating you?" "I don't know." he said a bit distantly. "The old guy that gave me that stuff told me it would not change anything about you except your body and its supporting genetic structure, but watching you tonight has me worried that he wasn?t telling it to me straight." "Dust, don't worry. It's the same ole me. Just a bit enhanced maybe... Think about it... I have a unique opportunity. I'm living it up for all it's worth." "I need to be honest with you." he began. "Shoot." "I almost didn?t let you know about the potions." "Why?" "I was thinking about using them myself." "Uh, and why would you have done that?" He had me lost. "This will sound a bit weird, but because of you." "Because of me? Dude, now, you have me totally lost." "Don't worry so am I. Last night when you asked me if I was gay. Well, I had to think about it because of how I feel about you." "Whoa! Feel? About me?" I was dumbfounded by this revelation. "And that is?" "Well, you know how I said I could never find the right girl? You know, a girl that I liked?" "Yeah?" "Well, that was because I think she didn?t exist... At least not until tonight." "Huh?" "Well, let me put it this way. I?ve often wondered if you might be... you know... gay." My jaw dropped. I never thought that Dusty thought that of me. There had been others who had made comments about my demeanor, but no one had directly said anything of the sort to me. "Don?t take offence, but you always have had a strong feminine streak. I never really believed you were, but... Anyhow, you know how I always say it is too bad your sister isn?t like you?" "Yeah?" I said uncertain of where this was heading. "Well, that?s just it. I wanted a girl just like you." he concluded. "Ok... So... That does not explain why you thought of using the potion on yourself..." I pointed out getting a bit more concerned for my friend?s well being. "Well, I briefly thought that I could escape this obligation by disappearing. I also thought I could see if maybe I could love you if I were a girl." "You... Love... Me? So, you are gay?" "I?m quite certain, now, I am not. See, I could never imagine myself with another guy, but I sorta felt something for you. I thought I could change myself into a girl, and then, maybe, we'd find each other attractive and maybe, we could fall in love, but truthfully, I really couldn?t imagine being a girl either. I didn?t want to be a girl, really." "Did you ever think that, maybe, I don't want to be a girl either?" I inquired quite disturbed by my friend's mental state. "Believe me, that was difficult, but think about it. You were the perfect one of us to try it." "You lost me again, dude." "Who's your best friend?" he challenged. "You. What does..." "No. Who is truly your best friend? You know the one you tell your darkest secrets to. Who is the one that you share your innermost feelings with?" I hung my head because he knew that I lied. "Jen." I muttered. "Right, and given a choice of hanging out with me and the guys from the house or with the girls on the weekend who do you choose?" "The girls, but that does not mean..." "Todd, look at you. You?re a natural as a woman. I was worried you?d be clumsy and unrefined, that people might think something was strange about my date, but I see you right now and the way you are carrying yourself. You?re exquisite. I never could have managed that sort of poise in 4 months, much less 4 hours." "Your point?" "I realized that you don?t have a feminine streak. You ARE feminine. When you were a guy, girls had to ask you to dance. You understand women. They confide in you like you are... Like you are one of them or their token gay guy- friend." "Whoa! Token gay guy-friend?" "I just said like. Not that you were." he quickly defended. "Ok. Maybe you are right, but I really just don't know about this whole thing. It feels like a trap." "I'm sorry. It will all be over tonight, and I?ll move out tomorrow if you want." "No. Let's not worry about that now. Let's just enjoy the evening... I like this song. Let's dance." I said wanting get away, in any way, from this twisted conversation. We headed to the dance floor, and he took me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulders just trying to forget everything he'd just said to me. I felt betrayed, yet I had to admit, I felt terrific tonight. I was on top of the world. I was enjoying being a woman, and now, the man I was with confessed some feelings for me. I cared about Dusty, but I had never thought about him as more than a friend. I drifted with sway of the music lost in my thoughts and trying not to cry. When the third song ended, Dusty pulled back from me, and looked me in the eyes. "I hope you forgive me." he said. I was distant and still confused, but I felt myself lean towards him and him towards me. I could feel the electricity between us as our lips nearly touched. Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance and pulled back. Why had I done that? "I need to go to the ladies room." I could see the dejection in his eyes, and I felt sorry for what I had done. My emotions were in a turmoil I?d never really had to deal with. I was feeling something with him, but I just needed to gather my thoughts completely before I did something I was not truly ready to do. I looked at my face in the mirror. It was a beautiful face. A tear began to roll down my cheek as I thought about the possibility of that being the only face I would ever again see in the mirror. Could I handle that? "Hey, Tina. You ok?" I heard a familiar voice ask. "Oh. Hi, Jen." I said. "I think so. I'm just a little confused." "What is it? You and Dusty seemed quite cozy." "Jen. What would you do if you cared about someone a lot, but had never thought of that person... romantically. Then, that person confesses that he thinks he might have those feelings for you?" "I don't know. If it were a guy like Dusty, I might be inclined to try it. He?s a rare find." "Perhaps you?re right. I?m just afraid of the cost." I said quite distantly. "What cost?" "Oh, it?s nothing, really... You wouldn?t believe me if I told you anyway." I said. "Thank you though." I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek as I always did. She just looked at me like I was half crazy and she was the other half. "Anytime." she said in her bewilderment. I headed back to the table where Dusty and I had been sitting. I had decided that if I could get out of this at anytime, the risk seemed to be minimal. "That potion. Are there any limits on it?" I asked as I walked up to where Dusty was sitting. "Huh?" he replied snapping out of his catatonic state. "The potion. Do I have any limits, or can I use the reversal potion anytime." "Oh yeah. Only limit on it really is that a pregnant woman can't use it. I suppose it would kill the baby or something. So, there?s a safeguard to prevent that. Why?" "Just wanted to know if I?d be stuck if I gave this a try for a while." I said giving him a come hither look. I could see his eyes light up a little. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes... The more I think about it... Maybe, you were right. Perhaps, I am the perfect one for this... Maybe, I?ve been the one hiding from my feelings. This whole evening has me suddenly confused and thinking of things I had never taken seriously. I need to know who I really am, and right now... I just need you to get over here and hold me for a while." I absorbed the feeling of his warm body holding mine. At that moment, I was a woman, his woman. That thought did not bother me as I thought it probably should. Instead, a new sense of ease washed over me, and I found myself looking forward to what adventure lay in store. *** I woke up a little later than usual. Laid on my back for a while thinking about the dream I had that night. Then slowly, I began to register some of the feelings my body was feeling me. I could feel the weight of my breasts on my chest, and I could feel the absence of my morning erection. I could feel the soft fabric of the clothes I was wearing, and I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my legs as I stretched. I sat up with a start, and my hair fell down around my shoulders. 'I wasn?t dreaming.' I quickly thought. My heart was racing, and I could feel a chill run over my body. I climbed out of bed and walked over to my wall mirror. I reached out to the mirror as if I could touch the girl reflected back at me. I watched her pinch herself. 'OUCH, Stupid!' I thought as the sharp pain made me wince. So, I was a girl. I couldn?t believe all of this had happened, and then, I began to think about last night. 'Did I kiss him? Did we... No, silly. You would be in his room and naked.' I sighed a bit of relief, but I was uncertain of what I was really going to do. It was only Saturday. So, I could make a decision about it later I supposed. I wouldn?t have to be back to class until Monday. 'Class?! Shit!' I thought. I only had until Sunday night or Monday morning to live this thing out. Well, at least, that was a deciding factor. I headed to the kitchenette to find a bite to eat. Dusty was not up, yet. I got a bowl from the cabinet and went to the refrigerator to get the milk. When I opened the door, I noticed the package of bacon on the lower shelf. Then, a strange idea came to me. I pulled the milk and the bacon out along with some eggs. As I finished the last of the pancakes, I felt another presence in the room. I turned around to see Dusty leaning, sleepily, against the entry to the kitchenette. He looked a bit silly yet quite adorable with his disheveled hair, slept in boxers, and backwards shirt. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I more purred than said. "Hungry?" "Yeah." he rasped. "It smelled so good, it woke me up." I grabbed the plate of pancakes and took over to the table where the bacon and the rest of the settings were. We brushed against each other as he sat at the table. A chill washed over me. I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, "It didn?t wake you up enough." I then pointed at his shirt, and turned to get a couple of glasses of milk. I sat down and stared at him for a brief moment. Can I really love a man? I wondered. He was definitely attractive now that I looked at him. He had a boyish charm, and his genuine attitude was rather inviting. As I thought about it, those were the reasons I had become friends with him in the first place. Then, there were those feelings my body gave me every time that we touched. He looked up and smiled at me. "This is wonderful." I blushed more from getting caught at looking at him. "Thanks." I replied and began to fill my plate. We finished breakfast in silence, but we seemed to be playing a game of don?t get caught looking at the other. When I was done, I walked my plates over to the sink, and as I was rinsing them off, I felt Dusty?s warmth behind me. I began to melt, and I wanted his arms around me. I turned to face him as he reached around me and put his dishes into the sink. We stared into each other?s eyes for another couple of seconds. My heart was racing. Part of me wanted him quite strongly, but part of me was still skittish. So, I slipped away from him. "I need to get a shower." I said. "Yeah, ok." he replied trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes. My heart was racing as I closed the door to the bathroom behind me. I was flush all over and nearly sweating. How am I going to handle this? I thought as I slumped to the floor. I sat there with my elbows on my knees, hands in my long brown hair and back to the door for several minutes. I remembered that I had asked Dusty if I could stay like this for a while without ruining my chances of changing back. I began to wonder if just staying female for another minute would make it impossible for me to be male again. My emotions were feeding me things that I never could reconcile with my male self. Finally, I decided to take that shower, and I made it a cool one. *** I sat in my room for the next hour or so mostly trying not to think of Dusty, and mostly thinking of Dusty. I getting frustrated with trying to convince myself that it was ok to feel the way I was feeling. Was I in love with him? Was I gay? Could I be gay if I?m a girl? What was I? I?m a guy. I thought. Then, why is being a girl seem to be so easy? I continued with the struggle when I heard the phone ring. "Todd, it?s for you." Dusty called through the door. What was he thinking? "Dusty! I hollered back at him. I can?t answer the phone like this!" "D?oh!" was his response. Then, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I acknowledged him, and he came in. In an odd way, it was a relief to lay my eyes on him. All the effort of trying not to think of him and how I was feeling was suddenly a childish ploy. I wanted him; that I knew. I was a woman, and he was a man. So, what was the big deal? While my heart would skip a beat when he entered a room or race when we touched, I felt a very comforting calm when he was around. It was a feeling that suddenly reminded me of my dad. "Dust." I said to him. "Yes?" "I?m sorry if I am acting a bit strange, but I am not sure what I am feeling." "Neither am I. I look at you, and I want you. Still, I keep feeling guilty that I asked you to do this in the first place." "Well, I chose to do it, but I think I have more pressing issues." I continued. He looked at me to reassure me that he wanted to hear what I was thinking. That gave me warmth and courage. "I used all of the potion that turned me into a woman yesterday. If I use the other to change back, I won?t be able to rechange back." "So? What?s the problem?" "Todd has some unfinished business, and that phone call reminded me of that." He sighed. I could see that he understood. "I am not sure what..." He was interrupted by a knocking at the door, and then, the sound of a key turning in the lock. My eyes widened. "Michelle!" I said. It had to be my sister. She was the only one that had a key to the place and still found it necessary to knock first. "Hello?" I heard her voice call. "Anybody, here?" "Get rid of her." I mouthed to Dusty. He turned to meet her in the hall before she got too far. I could tell Dusty was losing the battle. I started looking for a place to hide, but my room left very little sanctuary for one to disappear. "Oh! Hi!" she said when she saw me. She was giving me the once over and had a very puzzled look on her face. "Do I know you?" she asked in a genuinely confused tone. "You look... Familiar." "Michelle, this is Tina." Dusty said from behind her. "Nice to meet you." she said. Still clearly confused by what she was seeing, she put out her hand. "Likewise." I replied, and that, caused her to get a little wide eyed. She turned her head in Dusty?s direction, but her eyes never left me. "So, where is Todd?" My palms were beginning to sweat at this point, and my heart was pounding in my throat. "He went out of town for the weekend." Dusty said. I winced reflexively. I knew my sister wouldn?t buy that since I always let her know where I was in case she needed to find me. She saw me wince. "I?m sorry, but this is driving me crazy. You look so familiar. Did we have a class together?" I felt my face get a bit pale as I opened my mouth to speak. "You wouldn?t believe me if I told you." "Why wouldn?t I believe you?" I sighed and suggested that she sit down. She said she did not need to sit. When I told her who I was, she decided to take my advice. She listened to my story with disbelief prevalent in her eyes, but I could see she was thinking. There was something that she noticed. "Ok. Ok." she finally interrupted. "I have to admit, you look an awful lot like my brother. Probably, more than I do. You even talk like him a good bit, but I can?t believe this ?magic potion? story. That?s fairytale stuff." "Like I said, ?you wouldn?t believe me?." "What did he give you to pull this one on me?" she asked. I could see she was not going to believe me, and I could not blame her as I barely believed it myself. "No, really, where is he? I looked at Dusty, and he shrugged his shoulders. Michelle slumped in a frustrated, and slightly annoyed, defeat. "Just tell him, I need to talk to him. Ok?" she said, and she turned to leave. "Wait!" Dusty snapped. Michelle turned to look at him. "Ask her something only Todd would know the answer to." Michelle looked at him skeptically. "Ok, fine." she said, and then turned to me. "I have a scar on my head, where is it and what is it from?" I proceeded to tell her all the details of the day I was casting my fishing line over the end of the porch. She had been playing around, and I hooked her by the eye. It was a barely noticeable scar, and one had to know it was there, and be looking for it, to find it. Still, she insisted that Todd had coached me on that answer since he somehow knew she?d ask it. "You?re a dork!" I snapped. "You actually think I?d know you were going to ask that question?" "Excuse me?" she said. I just looked at her. "What did you call me?" It hit me suddenly. I always called her a dork. It never really bothered her because it was more in playful banter, but here was a "stranger" calling her a dork. I decided to push the issue to see where it would go. "I said, ?you?re a dork?." She looked at me with a series of emotions from anger to shock to surprise to disbelief running across her face. Then she said the one thing that allowed me to relax and breathe again. "You?re a dweeb." Dusty regarded the two of us with a good measure of uncertainty. I think he half expected us two girls to have it out right then and there. "It?s just not fair!" Michelle suddenly exclaimed as she came closer to me. "I?ve been a girl all my life, and you have to go and out do me even in that! You always have to be the better one! Don?t you?" I just started to laugh. "Yeah, you know me. I just woke up one morning and said ?Hey! I think I?ll use some magic to make myself a sexier girl than my sister. Let?s she how she likes that.? Yup, that?s what I did." "Well, you won?t be thinking you?re so smart when you start your period. Don?t come crying to me when you can?t handle the cramps and mood swings and all that crap." she retorted. "Glad I can count on you." I replied. I heard Dusty finally breathe a sigh of relief as our banter continued. He had gotten quite used to the "arguments" I had with my sister. This was just another example. Suddenly, Dusty just started to laugh. Michelle and I looked at him wondering what was so amusing and both saying as much. "It?s just the two of you. I?d swear you?ve always been sisters." he managed to cough out with his laughter. "I think I?ll leave you two to talk a while." he finished as he left still chuckling and shaking his head. *** Michelle and I chatted for nearly two hours. She kept prodding and poking me. By the time we were finished, I felt like I had just been to the doctor?s office for a thorough physical exam. "So, when are you going to switch back?" she asked. I could not look at her, and she gasped. "You aren?t going to change back?" "I don?t know to be honest." I said. "Every minute I stay this way, I find it harder to imagine going back. Last night with my friends, I was finally truly and fully on their level. With Dusty, I feel things I never felt for any girl. And, just now, with you, it was all the same, but somehow, someway..." "It was deeper. Wasn?t it?" she interjected. I looked at her with reluctant admission. "Yeah." I said softly. "What does it mean?" "Have you ever thought you should have been a girl?" she querried. "I don?t know." I replied not really sure. "I?ve often wondered what it would be like." "Well, now you can find out, right?" "That?s what I am doing, but it is scaring me at how easy it is for me. I?m torn because Monday I have to be in class as Todd, but I don?t know if I can give up being Tina that soon. Still, if I don?t give up being Tina now, I don?t know that I will ever want to be Todd again." With that, I started to cry for reasons I still don?t understand. Michelle moved closer to me, and I continued to cry on her shoulder. "Well, I?ll always be your li?l sis. I have to admit having a REAL big sis will be nice for a change." I pushed back from her and wiped the tears from my cheek. "What do you mean?" "I won?t have to just pretend you are my big sis. You ARE my big sis now." I looked at her with shock. I had nothing to say to that. I was confused that she had wished I had been a girl because I had always been content with her being a girl. I always found that I appreciated the fact that she was what she was because I could talk to her the way I never could have imagined talking to a brother. I just shook my head at the thought. *** I stood in the bathroom patiently watching in the mirror as Michelle helped me with my makeup. I was fairly quickly catching on to the application process, but I had spent a lot of time watching my sister. I just needed the little subtleties that can get missed with the eye. Dusty had asked me to dinner, and I could hardly pass it up. Michelle let me borrow one of her outfits since we were similar in size. Since I was taller than her, my best choices were skirts and dresses. I ended up picking one of the dresses that I absolutely loved to see her wear. It just happened to be a dress I had bought her for her birthday this past year. I finished getting ready, and I looked in the mirror and sighed. There I was, a beautiful young woman, and I liked what I saw. I felt sexy, yet I wasn?t getting sexually aroused by my own reflection. Michelle just smiled and shook her head. "You?re gonna knock that boy dead tonight." she said. "You know, I?m really jealous of you." "Why?" I asked. "Because, you actually have a shot to win him." she said remorsefully. I looked at her with a bit of understanding. I knew that she had a bit of a crush on Dusty, but I thought that had gone. I could think of nothing other than giving her a hug. When we broke our embrace, she looked at me and smiled. "At least, I can be happy that it was my sister that got him and not some slut that will just abuse him." Then, she reached in her purse and pulled something out. "Just in case." she winked as she put the package in my purse. "Oh, and this won?t hurt to have either. She said as she pulled out a second, longer and narrower, package." "Thanks." I said. *** Dusty was dashing as I had always been told he was. Truth is that I always knew it, but I was actually letting myself admit that I noticed it. I felt a genuine thrill knowing that I had gone through the effort of making sure I looked sexy for this handsome man. It only added to my pleasure when he let me know that he thought I did indeed look sexy. We had a wonderful, and dare I say romantic, dinner. I could not believe how I felt. 'Keep this up, boy, and you just might get some tonight.' I blushed a little as I looked across the table at him and tried to push my thoughts to back of my mind. Fortunately, the lighting was just so that I felt confident that he didn?t see the change in the color of my face. When we finished dinner, we took a little stroll on campus. The evening breeze had a bit of chill to it, and I used that as an excuse to cling a bit closer to him as we walked hand in hand. We said little. We just took in the evening air and each other?s presence. I was on a plane of contentment I had never before known to exist. I turned my head to look at him, and he looked at me. We stopped at that moment, and faced each other. I could feel my heart begin to race as we pulled each other closer. We stared into each other?s eyes for a moment, and then, I whispered, "Kiss me you fool." Our lips met just as they had the night before, but this time, I didn?t pull back. He was soft and tender with his kiss. I wanted it to last forever, and I reached up with my left hand and pressed his lips harder against mine. I was trembling and burning in his embrace. He pulled back after what could have been seconds or hours. Time didn?t matter at that moment. He breathed a sigh of amazement and gasped, "Wow." I smiled. "What would you like to do next." 'Make love to you.' I thought, but I also didn?t want the evening to end. "Maybe, we could go get lost in a crowd." I purred, and he smiled. *** Two nights ago, we sat at this very table under quite different circumstances. I would have never dreamed that we would be here like this. Dusty?s right hand with its fingers entwined with those of my left rested on my thigh. My right hand sat on top of them as I leaned against him soaking up his warmth. Nary a thought of my male past crossed my mind. In only a little over a day, it all seemed like a distant dream. All that mattered right now was spending the evening dancing in the arms the man that I was coming to love. I felt him look at me as one of my favorite George Strait songs was played. I looked at him and said, "You know I do." He smiled, and we headed out to the dance floor. As George sang and the fiddle provided its mellow tones, I got lost in the sway as we waltzed across the dance floor. Then and there, I could no longer deny it. I was happy to be a woman, and I could never be a man again. I was who I was, and I was falling in love for the first time. SIBC