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The VCR 2 - Laney Boggs It happens every year. First semester of classes, the dorms are packed. Even seniors can't get a private room for any price. Then the holidays come and grades arrive, and there is the sound of much bitching and whining in the land. After the dust clears, people start to spread out. Most every senior that wants a solo room is lucky enough to get one. In my senior year, I almost didn't get that lucky. Sure, my roommate for the first semester was a boozing frat boy named Tad with a growing coke habit and the study patterns of a red-assed baboon. But he was a baboon with a brain. Zoned out of his gourd, and he still pulled a 3.0. I got back from Christmas and groaned when I found all of Tad's crap still packed in my room. I dreaded the idea of another three months of listening to him snort and sneeze in the bathroom. Fortunately, it was not to be. Tad's coke habit soon out ran even his exceptionally deep wallet, and he started to steal. He stole from the guys in the room across the hall. He stole from his frat house. And then I walked in one day and found that my TV, VCR, and stereo had all gone strangely missing. Not long after that, daddy arrived to remove old Tadder from school. I finally got some peace. I did not, however, get back my TV. It was worth it, to get rid of Tad, but it sure left a hole in the room. For a couple of weeks, I bummed a few hours of TV in the common room, or with my friend Josh, or with ex-girlfriend turned just plain friend, Susan. But for an All American Boy, none of those things was good enough. I mean, you have to have your own TV, right? Apple pie, baseball, and MTV. Unfortunately, my pockets were not as deep as my former roommate's. I tried the electronic stores, then the discount stores, then that great humbler of folks that are working for minimum wage -- the Salvation Army. No dice. When you can't afford to buy from the Salvation Army, you are in a serious cash crunch. I was driving my old beater back to campus when I saw an ancient drive-in theater that had been converted into a flea market. Since the fleas were in session, I decided to give it a try. The place had a thousand tables, but as far as I could tell, nine hundred and ninety of them were trying to sell old bicycles and clothing that had gone out of style with A Flock of Seagulls. I spotted several piles of second hand electronics and soon enough found an old 19" set I could take away for twenty bucks. I paid the guy and hefted that item back to my car. I looked for a VCR to go with the machine, but every time I found a working player, it seemed like the person wanted more for it than I'd pay for a new one at the store. I was about to give up when I spotted this woman at the end of the aisle. Immediately, I was hopeful. The first thing that made me hopeful was that the woman had a heap of household electronics on her table. The second thing was that she was gorgeous. Late twenties, maybe thirty. A little older than me, and completely out of my league. She wasn't dressed fancy, just a pair of jeans and a denim shirt that was tied in a knot across her midsection, but she looked better than anyone I had ever met in real life. She was tall, with curly, red-gold hair, and neon blue eyes. Seeing her in the middle of that flea market was like finding a diamond ring in a box of rocks. She glanced at me as I came closer. "Hey kid," she said, her voice rougher than I had expected. "Got a boss stereo here if you're interested." At the moment, I think I was more nervous than I had been around a girl since I was sixteen. This woman was that pretty. "Yeah, that is, I was looking for a VCR." "Really?" She suddenly stopped smiling and those blue eyes turned serious. The way she looked at me, it was like I was applying for a million dollar loan with no collateral but my old Ford. "What makes you think I'd sell you my VCR?" The question threw me off so badly, I took a step back from the table. "Um, because you've got it on the table?" I pointed to a box that was sitting in front of her with a tag reading "VCR." It needed the tag. To me, the thing looked more like an oven than a VCR. It was huge -- a big silver box easily three times the size of the unit Tad scarfed from the dorm room. "You sure that thing plays regular tapes?" "It's a top loader," she said. The woman pressed a button and part of the silver box popped up. The raised part was just big enough to hold a VHS tape. "They don't make them like this any more." I could see why. This thing was so ugly, and so big it wouldn't fit in most entertainment centers. Fortunately, all I had was two cinder blocks and a board. Big and ugly was not a problem. "Does it work?" "Works great," she said. "In fact, it's exceptional." She gave it a pat on the lid and flashed me a crooked smile that literally made my knees go soft -- and the area between my legs go hard. "But it's not for sale." "Uh..." I said. I swallowed hard. "Uh. Um. " Oh yeah, I was dazzling this babe. "So, uh, why is it here if it's not for sale?" She licked her lips. "Sorry, kid, we could talk, but the thing is, I've already promised this machine to someone else -- for a whole lot more than I think you could pay. It's kind of a...collectible. Wish we could do business, but--" She suddenly stopped and spun around. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. That was enough to break the spell a bit. "What?" I turned to look back along the aisle. Two men in dark suits had just entered the flea market. They looked a bit like they were trying out for a part in Men in Black III, complete with sunglasses and humorless expression, and were almost as out of place in the flea market surroundings as the babe with the VCR. The beauty smacked her hand against the table so hard it made me jump. "What's your name?" she asked. "Huh, why do you want--" "Your name!" "Jim. Jim Sikes." "You in college, Jim?" "I'm a junior." "Great. That's great. Live in the dorms?" "Um, sure." Was she making some kind of move on me? Suddenly, the woman put her hands on the oversized VCR and shoved it my way. "Here," she said. "Take it." "I thought you said it's not for sale," I replied. She shook her head. "It's not. I'm loaning it to you." She gave it another shove and I was forced to catch the thing before it hit the floor. I grabbed the big VCR clumsily. "Why would you loan it to me?" The woman didn't reply, she had already turned away from me and was heading for the end of the aisle at a speed somewhere between a walk and a run. In moments, she had vanished from the flea market, leaving that "boss stereo" and all the rest of her things behind. I thought about picking up some of the other stuff, but it was all I could do to carry the massive silver VCR. I spotted the psuedo- men-in-black working their way through the market and moved over a couple of aisles so I wouldn't have to walk past them on my way out. By the time I got my loaner VCR to the car, my arms and shoulders were aching. No one was going to label this a portable unit. I made one last scan of the parking lot to make sure that stawberry blonde hair and blue eyes was not still in sight, then I cranked up the creaky four-cylinder and headed for the dorms. Between the TV and the VCR, I felt pretty good about my day. My good mood was broken when I got into the dorm, TV in my arms, and discovered that the elevators were on their weekly vacation. I was forced to trudge up the outside steps, seven flights, to get to my room. I dropped off the TV, turned around and repeated the trip with the VCR. After that, I was eager to get things hooked up and see how my new gear worked, but there was a biochem class starting in ten minutes, so all I had time to do was grab my books and hike across campus. I sat next to Susan in class. It had been that way since we had both gone into the pre-med program our freshman year. Susan was this little blond pixie with an almost constant smile, quite a relief from the other dead-serious pre-med students. Most of our freshman and sophmore years, we had done a lot more than sit next to each other. More like sitting on each other. A lot. But it didn't last. Gradually, as our second year went on, the romance faded from red hot to lukewarm. When the school year ended, Susan went off to England for a summer class at Cambridge. I stayed home and took a summer job at Tastee-Freeze. After that, we never got back together in the same way. We stayed friends, though. I still fantasized about her on a regular basis -- that incredibly tight little body, her firm breasts, and little round derriere. But I never made any move to push our relationship back over the friendship line. I think part of that was the gradual discovery that Susan was just one hell of a lot smarter than me. While I was constantly struggling with my classes, Susan was breezing and already getting noticed by some of the top medical schools. It shouldn't matter, I know, but it did make me a little uncomfortable to be in a relationship with a girl who zipped through exams while I was giving up gallons of brain sweat. Plus, she was so cute that she was constantly being hit on -- sometimes while I was right there with her. The ego boost of being with a girl that attractive was kind of offset by the ego deflation of realizing no one thought I deserved a girl like Susan. When class was over, Susan gathered her sparse notes and quickly slipped them into a folder. "Want to go get something to eat?" she asked in her funny, squeaky voice. Susan always sounded like she was just clearing the last little bit of helium from her lungs -- another factor that made it easy to overlook how brilliant she was. "Love to." I fumbled to load the ten pages of notes I had taken into a thick binder. I'd have to pour over this stuff for hours just to learn what Susan had picked up at first pass. "Right now, or later?" "How about at five?" she suggested. "Sounds good. I know where this Lebanese place we've never tried." Susan made a face. "Is the garlic as thick as at the last place?" "Probably." I smiled back at her. "Come on. You can take it." Her intense blue eyes narrowed. "I'll try it," she said, "but I think this is just a scheme to ruin my social life." After we parted, I spent a few minutes copying an article at the library then headed back to my room. The elevators were still broken, but I made it up the stairs to my room and dumped my books on the bed. The television and VCR were still sitting there in a heap. With a couple of hours to spare before I met Susan, I got started arranging some space on my shelves and hooking the pieces together. In no time at all, the VCR was glowing green. I was about to slip in a tape when there was a knock at the door. "Hey, Jimbo, you home?" Josh called from outside. "Yeah, I'm here." Before I could move to open the door, there was a rattle of keys and Josh stepped in. As usual, he was wearing a pair of yellow aviator glasses and an old leather jacket. It could be a hundred degrees outside, and he's still have that jacket on. He wore the glasses at midnight. At first glance, you might think he was a complete stoner. And you wouldn't be too far off. But he was a stoner with a really sharp brain. I could never tell if the pot slowed him down or just kept him a little closer to sane. "Ahh," he said. "Good to know the old RA magic still works." "You haven't been an RA in two years," I replied. "When are you going to give those keys back?" "When they pry them out of my cold dead fingers, dude." Josh twirled the key ring around his finger and slipped it into his pocket. "Hey, new vid gear. You find a wad of doper cash hidden under the gone and all but forgotten Tad boy's bed?" "Not so much. I just got a good deal on these at the flea market." Josh walked across the room and gave the TV and TVR a quick look. "How much?" "Twenty bucks for both." I didn't mention that the player was only on loan. "I don't know, dude. I think maybe you got taken." He lifted one corner of the VCR and let it drop back onto the boards with a thump. "This thing probably plays some kind of tape that hasn't been seen in this country since Nixon was president." "It's a regular VHS player." "Why didn't you just get a DVD? Tape is dead." "One, I can't afford a DVD," I said. "Two, I've got all those old tapes I made." "Ah," said Josh. "The Susan files. Sure dude, I can see why you would want a player to see those." I looked at the bookshelf over my bed and came down with a tape. "I've got two hours before dinner. I was just about to give it a try." "Yeah? What are we watching? Susan on parade?" He grabbed the tape from my hand, took one look at it, and made a sour face. "Man, not that again." I took the tape back and headed for the VCR. "I like it." "Geezus, dude," said Josh. "That is such an absolute and total chick flic." "It just happens that I like the chick who's in the flic." "Whatever you say. I'm not watching that load of crap again." He turned and headed for the door. "Where are you guys going to eat?" "That new Lebanese place next to the theater. Heavy duty garlic." "Hey, I've got no love life anyway, garlic won't hurt me. Mind if I tag along?" Actually, I did mind a little, but I couldn't really admit that. I'd made such a big deal about being over Susan and that we were just friends. "No problem. Meet me back up in a little more than an hour and we'll walk over together." Once he was gone, I finished fixing up the VCR and slipped in the film. Twenty seconds later, I was happy to see that the television worked pretty well. The VCR didn't just work well, it was amazing. Not a trace of static or bad tracking. It was the best picture I'd ever seen off a tape. I could have been watching a DVD. Happy with my purchase, I settled back on the bed and started watching "She's All That." Josh was right, I guess. It was kind of a chick movie, and I had certainly taken a lot of crap from Josh, former roomie Tad, and even from Susan over how much I liked the film. The way they all thought about it, it was supposed to be a girl's fantasy movie: Cinderella dragged out of the dust bin by the charming prince. That was never how I saw it. I think what I loved about it was the idea that the most incredible girl in the world could be hiding right under your nose. That if you looked at someone in a new light, you might just discover they were amazing. And it didn't hurt that I considered Rachel Leigh Cook the hottest thing on two legs. She probably wasn't the number one poster girl in America, but those huge eyes and that amazing face... I went into a kind of trance just looking at her. It was incredibly relaxing to lay back on my own bed and watch my own television. I felt like I had been roughing it in the wilderness these past few video-free weeks. Now it was time to come in from the cold and enjoy the civilized pleasure of a movie in my own dorm room. I made it through the first half of the film without error, just smiling about the quality of the picture. It wasn't until Mackenzie, AKA Anna Panquin, started plucking Laney's eyebrows and getting her ready for the big transformation that I started to feel a big need of my own. A need that required removal of my Dockers. Note that I plead Completely Normal on this need. I mean, I was a guy alone in a dorm room watching a hot girl in a movie. Plus, I was going to have dinner with this super cute little blond who I used to sleep with, but didn't sleep with any more and Josh was coming along so there was no chance of even a casual rekindle on this romance. Considering these facts, I think its perfectly understandable that I went for a little self-pleasuring. Hell, it was even a good idea. Milking the stupidity out of myself in front of the tube would help keep me from making a fool with Susan later. So, when the hey-didn't-everyone-notice-she-was-beautiful- in-the-first-place Laney Boggs started down the staircase in that little red dress, with cutie girl group Sixpence None The Richer singing "Kiss Me" in the background, I managed to explode even before Laney tripped. At that point, it should have been a little relax, a little clean- up, and off to dinner. Only that's not how it happened. At the very moment I reached it, a lightning bolt snapped out of the television like a left-over special effect from some black and white Frankenstein movie. The bolt sizzled through the air and came toward me. I could actually see it moving. Either I had gone into a kind of hyper version of that "everything slows down in an accident" feeling, or this was the slowest moving lightning in history. Slow or fast, I didn't manage to get out of the way. The bolt struck me dead in the chest. I barely had time to register the shock before I got The Shock. Then came The Surprise. And then, The Blackness. I was out for about thirty minutes, maybe a little longer, but not much, because when I opened my eyes again, Laney was at the prom in the middle of the most organized dance scene to ever strike a high school. The screen seemed a little blurry compared to earlier. In fact, everything seemed a little blurry. I reached up to rub at my eyes, then stopped. Even with my vision a little flaky, I could tell that my hand didn't look right. It was kind of smooth, and skinny. My wrist was incredibly thin. I felt woozy -- not surprising considering that I had been knocked cold -- so my first thought was that the electric bolt had kind of scrambled my vision, fuzzing everything up and distorting my view of my hand. Like looking in a fun house mirror. Thinking about the lightning bolt made me reach for my chest to see if there was some kind of burn where it hit me. And that's when everything made a big shift. Whatever was going on, it wasn't being done with any kind of mirror, because mirrors didn't make you grow boobs. I had 'em. A pair of them. Not huge, but definitely not what I was used to feeling on my own chest. I sat up quickly, and the new equipment on my chest did a little dance with the movement. My legs were blurry, too, but thin. Thin, smooth, and hairless. More tan than I was used to. And sexy. Girl legs. I had girl legs. My stomach was flatter than I had ever managed to make it with a hundred sit-ups a day, which might have been good, except that it narrowed to an incredibly tiny waist above my bellybutton and then spread out into wider hips. Girl hips. And between my legs, where just before passing out I had been doing the right hand mambo, there was nothing visible but a patch of tangled brown hair. For the next thirty seconds, I sat absolutely still. I was afraid to move. Afraid to see this body move. Afraid that if I allowed myself to feel anything, this whole thing would move out of the strange nightmare category, and into reality. I just sat there, with this feeling like ice water rolling slowly through my guts. But after a few seconds, I couldn't deny the sensation of the sheets against my newly nude legs, or the way my T-shirt rose and fell over twin peaks with my rapid, nearly panicked breath. "This can't be real," I said. Only it didn't sound like me, it sounded like some scared out of her mind girl. I put a hand to my throat -- which also felt weird, smooth, girly - - and spoke again. "Testing. Testing. Oh holy shit that can't be me. Testing." I moved one incredibly thin hand up along my face. The skin felt absolutely soft, with no trace of the usual stubble on my chin or lip. As I ran my fingers up along my cheek, dark brown hair spilled down over my hand. It wasn't terribly long, but it was a lot longer than normal, and considering when I came into the room, my hair was blond, it was just one more shock. Seriously close to taking another involuntary nap, I turned my attention to the newly acquired portions of my anatomy. Even sitting up, my breasts didn't seem that large. They barely stretched out my T-shirt. But large is a relative thing. The fact that I had breasts at all was enough to send me into hyperventilation. Cautiously, feeling like they might explode, I touched one of my new accessories. Even through the T-shirt, the feeling I got in return was much stronger than anything I had felt from my old flat chest. Almost immediately, I felt my nipples tighten. I could see them pressing against my shirt like two little pencil erasers. My hand went venturing again. I slid down over my stomach and had a passing thought that this was a tummy that would pass inspection when bared in public. I touched one smooth, bare leg, generating a shiver, and drifted my fingers toward that little thicket between my thighs. As my finger wandered a little lower, I got a jolt of feeling that made me pull back. It might have been pure pleasure, or just shock. Anyway, the strangeness quotient was way, way up there. Brain scramble. That was the only explanation. Some kind of electrical short had caused the television to make an arc straight to me. And the resulting electrical storm in my head had driven me right into la la land. It was the only thing possible. I was probably lying on the bed right now, drooling into the sheets. Lobotomy by television. Reassured that I was merely insane, I eased myself off the bed -- which now seemed a lot higher than it had when I sat down. I took one step, then had to stop to kick away the tangle of blue jeans and underwear that was crumpled around my ankles. Standing, the T-shirt came all the way past my knees. A belt, and it could have been a dress. I started to laugh at the thought, then shut up quickly when I heard the squeaky little giggle that came from my mouth. On pretty little feet, I walked across the cold tile floor of the dorm room and got face to face with the mirror on my closet door. I was a girl, all right. That was absolutely clear. More than that, I was one girl in particular. I was Rachael Leigh Cook. From my thick, chin-length brown hair and huge brown eyes, down past my petite body, to my smooth legs, and my tiny feet, I was the absolute image of Laney Boggs as she appeared on those steps. Give me a red dress and some heels, and I would have been ready for the prom. I frowned. Laney frowned. I stuck out me tongue. So did she. Even my tongue didn't look right. It was smaller. Pinker. Like a cat's tongue. I ran the alien tongue across my pouty lips and across my teeth. It didn't feel right. Even my teeth didn't feel right. The reflexion in the mirror was both attractive and absolutely weird. My stomach -- my new, teeny tiny stomach -- turned over and I started to shiver so badly my teeth chattered. This couldn't be real. It felt real, but it couldn't be real. Cue the guys in white suits and warm up the padded room. Bring on the net. I took hold of the bottom of the T-shirt with both hands and started to raise it. Inch by inch, smooth tanned thighs were revealed, then the narrow triangle of soft, curly brown hair that I had already glimpsed once before above an impossible gap between my legs. A little triangle of light showed between my thighs. I guess I should have been thinking about the equipment that I lost, but I never even expected to see it there, not on this body. I could get a better sense of the hips now, rounded but not too big. Actually, not big at all except when compared to the incredibly small waist above them. A little navel, stretched out a little north and south, not so round or deep as my old one. I kept raising the shirt, revealing more and more of this painfully attractive girl and feeling more disconnected from what I was seeing every second. The lower curve of the small breasts was just coming into view when there was a noise at the door. Instantly, that sense of watching this scene from somewhere else was snapped. I was standing in front of the mirror, nearly nude, and wearing the wrong body. "Wait," I called. "Don't come in." I tugged the T-shirt down so hard I almost pulled if off my shoulders. The door opened. Josh stuck his head inside. "Dude, you got a girl in--" He saw me and stopped in mid-sentence. His mouth dropped open. His head drew back, and for a moment I thought he was leaving, then he stuck his head back in again. "Jim?" he said. "That you?" I was still somewhere so far on the other side of shock, but Josh's recognition pushed me even farther. For a moment, static rang in my ears and I swayed on my feet. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I guess it's me." Josh stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Dude, what happened?" "I..." My teeth started chattering and I had to swallow hard before I could go on. "I just started watching the movie, then..." I waved a hand at my new anatomy. "I was like this." Josh stared at me for a long moment, then shook his head. "Shit man, I told you something like this was going to happen. You watched that girly movie so many times your dick fell off." I laughed. Not little giggles this time, but great big gut- busting laughs that made me lean against the wall and sent snot running out of my cute little nose. I recognized this as some kind of hysteria and rated myself as about one click short of some kind of break with reality -- only, there was no point in worrying about going crazy, because I had to already be there. Guys did not turn into girls. Not without months of hormones and some pretty messy surgery. And even then, they did not look like Laney Boggs. When I finally caught my breath, I made it back to the bed and sat down on the edge. My legs were pretty long in relation to the rest of me, but all of me was pretty damn small. My feet didn't even reach the ground. "How...how did you know it was me?" "Cause, man, you're still wearing the same shirt, and because I was up here only twenty minutes ago and you didn't mention anybody else coming, and because that asshole RA across the hall is always ready to nab any girl that tries to violate the school's stone-age dorm policies, and mostly because you could never land a chick this hot in a million years." Josh made a slow walk across the room, his eyes locked on me every second. Finally, he stopped a couple of steps away and folded his arms. "Well, come on man, let's see the damage." "What?" "Let me see," he said. "Come on. Don't hog the goodies. Take off that shirt and let me see what you've got." I shook my head. "What are you talking about?" "Aren't you always telling me that this lame Josie and the Pussycats chick is the hottest babe around? This is your chance to prove it to me." "The movie wasn't that bad and what makes you think I'm going to get naked in front of you?" Josh shrugged. "I saw you in front of the mirror when I came in. You've been peeking at the package." "I haven't. At least... not much, not yet." "Really? Then come on, dude, let's look!" The idea of getting nude in front of Josh was not high on my list of things to do. It wasn't like it would be absolutely the first time, after all, we had been to the gym a hundred times. Only things were more than slightly different now. Still, I was painfully curious. After all, I had lusted after this girl for years and never found a single nude shot of her on the net. This weird dream or psychosis or whatever, was bound to end soon. I remembered that in reality, I was probably still lying unconscious from being hit by the lightning bolt. Josh wasn't even here. Hell, maybe I just fell asleep watching the movie and even the lightning bolt was all part of the dream. In twenty minutes, Josh would knock on my door and we'd both be off to eat Lebanese food and lust uselessly over Susan. I was dreaming. That was why everything seemed so blurry. Holding hard to that idea, I slipped off the bed and walked toward the mirror. The cool feel of the tiled floor under my feet didn't help me fix onto the dream idea, but I kept moving. Four steps put me back in front of the mirror, staring into Laney's big brown eyes. The neck on the T- shirt had been stretched out by the sharp pull I had given it when Josh stuck his head into the room. Now it showed one bare shoulder, smooth as the rest of this body, and gave a hint of cleavage just out of sight. Carefully, I took the bottom of the shirt in my fingers and started to lift again. As each inch of skin was revealed, more trembles started to run through my body. There were those thighs, with a triangle of light shining through just where they met. What if... There was the flat stomach. Slight touch of six-pack. What if this... The lower curve of the breasts, and now here they come, nipples. Tight and hard against the cool air and my nerves. Broader than I expected. Darker than I would have thought. The flesh all around them pushed up in tiny goose-bumps. What if this is... I pulled the shirt off over my head and stood there trembling. There was a naked girl in the mirror. She was beautiful, with wide, frightened eyes and tangled brown hair, a long slender neck above rounded, smooth shoulders, only the first of a set of sweeping curves that led past breasts and hips down sexy legs. She was not me. No way. What if this is real? "Holy shit, dude." Josh's voice was so close that it startled me. I turned around quickly, and when I did, a hand touched my left breast. I screamed, jumped back, felt my rounded ass hit the cold mirror, jumped forward, and got another tweek on the boob. This time, I slapped at Josh's hand and danced away. Quickly, I tugged the shirt back over my head and retreated to the far corner of the room. "What are you doing?" I demanded. Josh shrugged. "A little reality check. Had to see if those little babies were more than a mirage." "Well, they felt real." "Yeah," said Josh. "They sure as hell did." He looked at me and arched an eyebrow. "The rest of you looked real, too. How about we give it a work..." Before he could finish his proposition, there was a knock at the door. Josh looked at me. "You expecting somebody?" I shook my head. "No," I whispered in reply. "Let me in," called a voice from the other side. I recognized the voice immediately as that of Carl Kasper, floor RA and would-be Nazi. The door rattled again, and I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before Carl went for the keys. As fast as I could, I hit the ground and slid under the bed. In my regular body, there was no way I'd have squeezed into that small space. Even the new, reduced me was a painfully tight fit, with my inflated butt pressed against the bedsprings and my perky pair smashed against the tile, but at least I was out of sight. "All right, dude, don't shit a brick," said Josh. I heard the door open as he let Carl into the room. "What's up?" "You've got a girl in here." Footsteps sounded across the room and I could see Carl's feet. Appropriately, he was wearing black boots. He crossed to the bathroom and flung open the door, then paced back. "Where is she?" "I don't know what you're talking about, man," said Josh. "There's nobody here but me." "Don't lie to me. I heard a girl scream." "It's just a movie." Josh walked over to the TV and turned up the sound. I could hear the music over the closing credits. "Yeah, well." From the sound of his voice, I could tell that crazy Carl wasn't buying it. "What are you doing up here anyway? Where's Sikes?" "He's out. I just came for the movie." "When he gets back, you tell him I was here. You tell him I know he's had a girl in this room and he's this close, this close, to getting packed out of here." There was a crash as he slammed the door. "All right, Cinderella, you can come out now." I squeezed out from under the bed and got to my feet. I rubbed at one squashed boob. "Oouch, these things don't like to get flattened." "You want me to do that for you?" asked Josh. "Keep you hands off my tits." I sat down on the bed and put my face in my hands. "When am I going to wake up?" "I don't know, dude. Want me to pinch you?" I waved him away. "Things like this don't happen." Josh lowered his voice. "Careful. That dipshit of an RA is probably listening outside the door." "Great. That's just great." I looked at my bare legs dangling over the side of the bed. "I'm going to get kicked out for allowing me into my room. Wonderful." Josh leaned back against the wall. "Here's the thing, man. As far as I can tell, this is real. So we're going to have to deal. How long does a thing like this last?" I shrugged. "How should I know? Things like this aren't even supposed to happen. Maybe I'll turn back in ten minutes. Maybe..." "Maybe it's forever?" "Yeah." "All right then." Josh clapped his hands together and pushed away from the wall. "The first thing we need to do is get you out of here." "Out of here? Like this?" I looked again at the shirt and thought about how close to utterly naked I was. I could feel a warm flush creeping over my cheeks as I realized how much of a show I had been giving Josh. "I can't go out of here. People will, you know, see me." "Dude, you're in a guys dorm, wearing a T-shirt, and looking like one of the hottest babes on the planet -- oh, yeah, you were right about that. I take it all back about this Cook chick. You're definitely a major hottie." "Gee," I said. "Thanks so much." The compliment sure didn't make me feel any better, and the rest of what he said made it worse. Carl had a key to this place and could come busting through the door at any moment. Did I really want to be walked through the lobby the way I was at the moment? My ass would get grabbed by half the guys in the dorm. "Where could I go besides here?" "What about Susan's place?" said Josh. "She's got an apartment, so no RA Nazis." He grinned. "And maybe she'll loan you some panties." This day was getting better every minute. I looked around the room. There were some gym shorts thrown across a chair and some shoes lying on the floor. I hopped down from the bed and picked up the shorts. "Turn around, please." "What?" "I'm going to get dressed." "Dude, now you get modest? Come on, I've seen the whole package." "Then you won't mind turning around." I waited till he was facing the wall, then tugged the shorts up my legs. There was a drawstring, which was a good thing, because otherwise the shorts would have slipped down to my hips. Even pulled up high and tight, they still reached nearly to my knees. I glanced in the mirror. Pretty girl. Ridiculous clothes. I picked up one of the shoes. It seemed so huge, more like a boat than footwear. I could have put both feet into the thing. The shoe was a nonstarter. "I guess I'm going to have to go barefoot." "I could carry you," said Josh. He stood close to me, and I looked up at him, and up, and up. Getting Laney-fied was like going back to sixth grade when it came to height. "Somehow, I don't think that would be a good idea." I walked to the door and let it open a crack. For the moment at least, there was no sign of the Carl patrol. "Come on." Instead of running to the central staircase, we headed for the fire escape and went back down the same steps I had carried the TV up only an hour before. Each step down made for an uncomfortable amount of action on my chest, especially if I had to hurry. We made it to the ground without passing anybody else along the way, but after that, my chance to be invisible was over. A dozen guys turned to look at me as I passed. Every time someone turned my way, I felt this huge embarrassment. Like they knew who I was, like I had been caught walking nude through the women's department at Target. "Everyone's looking at me," I said. "Because you're hot," said Josh. "They're wondering why in hell you're with me." I remembered the thoughts I had when guys had looked at Susan. Thinking that I was on the other end of this game now only made me blush harder. Fortunately, Susan's apartment was right at the edge of campus. Otherwise, I probably would have passed out from embarrassment before I got there -- not to mention how sore my feet were getting from stepping on rocks and parking lot crap. If my feet were a match to the real Rachael Leigh, I don't think she was a girl that went barefoot very often. I stood off to the side while Josh rapped on the door. "Susan? You in there?" The door popped open immediately, and Susan stuck her head out. "Josh?" "Yeah, uh Jim said I could come along to dinner." "Sure," said Susan. "So where is..." She looked around as she spoke and broke off when she saw me off to the side. "Hi," she said. "You with Josh?" "Um, sort of," I replied. Susan gave me a great big nice-to-meet-you smile. "That's cool. I'm Susan." "I know who you are," I said. "You do?" I nodded. "We sort of dated for a year and a half." Susan frowned. "You and Josh?" "No," I said. "Me and you." I knew Susan's expressions well enough to know she was getting a little angry. "Look, I don't know what Josh has told you, but I don't think this is a very good joke. " "It's not a joke." I took a deep breath and moved around to stand in front of her. "I'm Jim." Susan's face went blank. "You're Jim." "She's Jim," said Josh with a nod. "I mean, he's Jim. I mean, whatever." He planted a hand on my shoulder. "This is your old boyfriend, Jim." "Sure. Right." Susan stared into my eyes for a moment, then blinked and folded her arms across her chest. "So what's the joke? You guys have a camera out there?" "It's no joke," I said. "I really am Jim." I thought for a second. What do people in B movies do in such a situation? "Come on. Ask me something only Jim would know." She shook her head. "Oh I see, you want me to ask a bunch of silly embarrassing questions. Well, I'm not going to do it. There is nothing that only Jim would know, because Jim could have told you anything." She bent forward and peered at the side of my head. "You've probably got a receiver hidden under all that hair." This was harder than I thought. "The first time we made love, it was in the chemistry lab." "Jim could have told you that," said Susan. "You have a heart tattoo right on your--" "Jim could have told you that, too." I felt like pulling my new hair out and screaming. "I am Jim." Susan took a step back and grabbed the edge of the door. "Josh, when you and Jim grow up, I'll be ready to go to dinner. And you, whatever your name is, find some more mature friends." She started to close the door, but I stepped forward to block it. My reduced weight wasn't enough to be very forceful. Even Susan was able to knock me back. "Wait," I called. "I love you. I've always loved you." "Now I know you're not Jim," said Susan. The door began to close. "I love you, but I've always been afraid to tell you because I think you're too good for me." The door stopped closing. "What?" I leaned close to the narrow opening and looked through into Susan's blue eyes. "I always thought you were too smart and too pretty to be around a guy like me." "You did?" I nodded. "All the classes always seemed to come so easy for you. And when we were out on a date, these other guys were always circling. It was like they didn't even think I was worth noticing. Like a girl like you shouldn't even be wasting her time on a bozo like me." The door opened and Susan stepped out. "You should never feel that way. You know I...I..." Her blue eyes opened so wide it looked like they might pop out of her skull. I have never seen anybody look so surprised this side of a cartoon. "Jim?" "It's me." I looked down at my thin bare legs and tiny bare feet. "What's left of me, anyway." "But how did this happen?" she asked. Now that she was buying into it, Susan seemed excited. A little too excited for me. "I'll tell you all about it," I said. "But could we go in? I'm kind of uncomfortable standing around being, you know, all girly." "Sure, absolutely. Come in." Susan opened wide the door. I went inside, with Josh right behind me. As soon as we were inside, Susan closed the door. She began to circle around me, studying me from all sides like I was some kind of combination work of art and science experiment. "This is amazing. Really, really amazing." "Yeah," said Josh. "And he's hot, too." I tried to stand still while Susan finished her exam, but I felt really uncomfortable. Especially when I noticed that Susan, tiny little pixie girl Susan, was now taller than me. "I don't suppose you, being a genius doctor girl and all, have any idea how this happened, do you?" "None at all." Susan stopped circling. "You tell me. How did you change?" I went through the explanation of what happened. Though, just like when I told Josh, I left out the most embarrassing, dating my hand, sort of details. Otherwise, I told it straight -- if anything that had happened could be called straight. I was watching a film. Zap of lightning. Wake up XX instead of XY. "Now that you mention the film," said Susan, "you do look just like her. It's amazing." She got so close to me, I thought our noses were going to touch. "You're really cute." From across the room, Josh started laughing. "Shut up, dipshit," I said. He kept right on grinning. "You're even cuter when you're angry, babe." "Wonderful," I said. "Great. I'm a fricking beauty queen. What are we going to do about it?" Susan was thoughtful for a moment. She stood there tapping her finger against the tiny cleft in her chin. I always loved that little dimple. "I don't know about you two," she said, "but I'm starved. How about we go eat?" "Perfect," said Josh. He rubbed his hands together. "Where would you two fine young ladies like to go?" "No," said Susan. "You're not going." Josh's face dropped in disappointment. It was the first thing that had made me smile since the change. "But..." "But nothing." Susan walked over to him and started pushing him toward the door. "Jim needs some time to catch his breath." "I could help with that," said Josh. "I know what kind of help you want to give." Susan managed to steer Josh to the door. "Come back tomorrow," she said. "That'll give Jim time to get used to things." "You're going to let him stay here with you?" "Yes." "But... I found him." Josh stood on tip toes and looked at me over Susan's blond head. From the way he said it, you would have thought I was a stray cat. "What do you say buddy?" he called. "Roomies?" Susan slammed the door. She walked back toward me slowly, still giving me that "scientist discovers mutant potato beast" kind of stare. "I can't believe you're really in there." Under Susan's stare, I felt even more uncomfortable -- if that was possible. "It's me," I said. "I'm still the same on the inside." Susan shook her head and laughed. "I don't think so. Not unless you were always hiding a pair of ovaries in there somewhere." She stood in close again and stared into my eyes. "There's not even a trace of you, not physically, anyway. But there is something... an expression. The way you tilt your head. I don't know. There's still something Jim about you." I felt a little bit better after she made that statement, but any comfort generated was instantly wiped away by the words that followed. "Now," said Susan. "Let's get you dressed for diner." Susan took me by the hand -- which felt weird, because her fingers were actually bigger than mine - - and led me back to her bedroom. Susan's bedroom was one of those places I had always liked to go in the past, because it promised good times ahead. But on this exceptionally weird day, it only offered new levels of humiliation. "Couldn't we stay in?" I asked. "Maybe order some Chinese?" "I think it would be good for you to get out," said Susan. "For one thing, we need to be sure that this isn't some kind of illusion." "If I see it, and you see it, and Josh sees it, doesn't that prove it's real?" "More data is always better than less," said Susan. She looked at me and smiled. "Okay, now take your clothes off." "What?" "Before you can put on some of my clothes, you're going to have to get out of those silly things you're wearing. So take your clothes off," she said. "Now you're starting to sound like Josh," I said. Reluctantly, I took the top of my T-shirt and pulled if over my head. When I dropped the shirt, I found Susan staring at my chest. I looked down to see if my newly acquired breasts had turned green or sprouted a second nipple, but they still looked normal -- as normal as they could look considering they were attached to me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," said Susan. "It's just that... you're really thin. I mean, you look really, really good. I work out like crazy, and I could never look like that." "Are you kidding? You're beautiful." Susan shook her head. "Not like you." She gave me another quick scan. "I think your apples are a little greener than mine." "Huh?" "Your boobs are small." She went over to her cabinet, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pale blue bra. "Here. Try this." Many times, I had taken a bra from Susan -- generally warm right from her body. But I handled this one like it was a snake. "I can't wear this." "You better," said Susan. "Unless you want to bounce all over the place and give every guy in sight a big thrill." She moved around behind me and helped me get the straps settled. "You're not that big on top, but you're still going to need some support." She made some adjustments, then stepped back. "There. How does that feel?" I shifted my shoulders around. "You mean besides ridiculous?" "Yes." "Kind of tight across the back, painful through the shoulders, and loose in the front." "I told you they were little." Susan picked up a box of tissue from the table, whipped out a few sheets, and handed them to me. "Here. Add a little of this." I stared at the tissue in shock. "You want me to pad my bra?" "It's the time tested method," said Susan. "That's a 34-B you're wearing. It fits me pretty well most of the time, though sometimes I slide into 34-C territory. You're too big for an A, but you're a small B cup. Probably something like one of those barely-B sizes would fit you. And you'd be better of with a 32, because you're really pretty small through the chest in general." I felt a flash of annoyance. If I was going to turn into a girl, at least the package could have come with boobs in a standard size. Though to me, these new appendages looked a lot bigger than Susan indicated. Wondering if there were any levels of embarrassment left, I tugged open the bra cups and put the tissue inside. Two tissues per, and Susan's bra felt a little more snug. I glanced up and caught a view of the girl in the mirror. This really pretty girl in a blue bra. All at once, my nipples tightened and popped out. Even through the fabric of the bra and a double layer of Kleenex, I could see them giving me the big thumbs up. But if Susan noticed that I was turning myself on, she was polite enough not to say anything. "All right," she said. "Now the bottom." I cringed. Getting naked where a girl could see your equipment was always kind of dicey. Letting a girl see that your equipment was totally gone was even worse. "Maybe I could just wear these shorts," I said. "They don't look so bad." "Take them off." Susan stepped forward and made a move like she was going to pull them down herself. Considering that she was taller than me now, and probably stronger, she might have done it, too, but I gave in and removed the last of the old-me clothing. I shivered. It wasn't cold in Susan's room, but I felt a lot more naked than I ever had before. Susan looked long enough to nod. "Well, you really are a girl." Then she went back to her cabinet and pulled out a pair of panties that matched the bra I was wearing. "You look a little hippy compared to me, but I think these will still fit." I took the panties and sat down so I could slide them over my feet. "First my chest is too small, now my butt's too big. I thought you said I was beautiful." "Your chest is smaller than mine, and your hips are a little wider, but I'm not the measure of perfection," said Susa. "Believe me, you're a knockout." I got the panties on. The material felt really snug against my padded rear and against the little mound between my thighs. I looked again in the mirror. Pretty girl still there. Now in underwear. My nipples did their little pencil eraser bit again and I felt a wave of warmth down below. "Here," said Susan. "Put this on before you have a heart attack looking in the mirror." I blushed. "It's just that..." "I know, I know. You're not used to seeing a babe in the mirror." She waved a piece of blue T-shirt in front of my face. "Come on, beautiful. Put this own." I took the blue shirt and stared at it. "It's got lace around the collar." "So?" "So, it's kind of girly." "So are you, Jimmy girl." I slipped the shirt on. After that, Susan gave me a pair of her jeans. She was right about the hip bit, the jeans were a major struggle. But once they were on, they were loose around my waist and slipped back down against my hips, leaving a strip of bare flesh between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the low-riding jeans. My reshaped bellybutton was visible. "You better not eat too much," warned Susan, "or you'll need scissors to get out of those clothes." She looked down. "Your feet look smaller than mine, but I think my shoes should be close enough for a little while." I looked at the mirror girl. Very pretty. And the jeans were snug enough that I know I would have stopped to watch that posterior go past. "I feel really, really stupid." "You look fine. In fact, you're a little hottie." "I know." I tugged at the shirt, momentarily covering my midriff, but as soon as I let go of the cloth, I was flashing some skin again. "I look fine for somebody else. Not me." A pair of plain white tennis shoes later, and we were out the door. Now that I was fully dressed in clothes that semi-fit, I should have felt less conspicuous. Instead, I was even more nervous than before. After all, I was out in public in a girl shirt, girl jeans, and girl underwear. That much felt real. The idea that I was wearing a girl's body still didn't seem remotely possible. I expected everyone we passed to start laughing at me. I was glad, for once, to get inside Susan's ancient, rusty AMC Gremlin -- which seemed a lot roomier than usual. We made our way to the restaurant and went inside. I did my best to hide behind Susan as she asked for a table, but I still felt like every guy in the place was staring at me. From the way their eyes shifted when I glanced over, they probably were. We settled into a booth, where I proceeded to sink down as far as possible. I used the menu to deflect anyone looking my way until the waitress arrived. "What would you like to drink?" asked the woman. I expected her to take Susan's order first, but she was looking at me. "Uh, what kind of beer do you have?" The woman's eyes narrowed. "We have several kinds, but I'll need to see some ID." Like an idiot, I reached for my wallet. But I didn't have a wallet, because I was wearing Susan's jeans and there wasn't even a back pocket, which was good because you could never have slipped a wallet between those jeans and the ass I was currently attached to. "Maybe I'll just have a Pepsi." The woman nodded, took Susan's order, and retreated. No sooner was she out of earshot, than Susan started to laugh. "That was great," she said. "I'll have a beer. Jim, there's no way you'd pass for twenty one." "But I am twenty one," I said. "Or at least I was." I looked down at my small hands. "Rachael Leigh Cook has got to be twenty something now. She's been in a lot of films." "Maybe she is," said Susan. "But you look like a teenager." I thought about that for a minute. "The movie I was watching when this happened was shot a few years ago. I think she was eighteen or nineteen at the time." "Well, you don't even look that old." Susan leaned across the table and shook her head. "We're going to have to find somebody that can make some ID for you. Otherwise, you'll never be able to drink. Or drive. And hopefully you won't do both at the same time. I think I know someone who can handle the ID. He might be able to get into the school database and stick you into some classes, that way--" "Hang on," I said. "All this sounds kind of permanent." "Well, do you have some kind of plan for turning back to Original Jim?" "Err, no. I guess not." "And you don't have any secret knowledge about how long this thing is going to last?" "No, not really." Susan nodded. "Then we better plan for the long haul." I felt a queasy feeling in the pit of my flat, girl-sized stomach, like I was falling. Back in my dorm room, I had nearly passed out when I found I had turned into a girl. That was nothing compared to the blast of panic I felt at Susan's words. It was all real. I had turned into Laney Boggs and I might never go back. That meant three years of college was gone. High school was gone. My parents. My family. Everything I had ever done. All that belonged to someone else, this guy named Jim. I wasn't Jim. I was some scrawny girl in a padded blue bra with her belly button showing. A warm tear slid down my face and dangled from my chin. Susan reached across the table with a napkin and brushed the tear away. "Don't start crying Jim." I sniffed and rubbed my big brown eyes with my small little hand. "I...I'm sorry. This is all just so weird. I'm not even me anymore," I said. And because my voice sounded like some crying little girl, it only made things worse. "You're still you," said Susan. "You're just...shorter." The way she said it made my crying stop for long enough to be strangled by a laugh. Fortunately, I was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of the drinks and the food order. Susan kept up a string of talk, none of it about my peculiar situation, until the main course was on the table. She didn't have to worry about me eating too much to threaten her jeans. At the first taste of the food, I stopped and looked down at my plate. "Something wrong?" asked Susan. "It tastes funny," I said. "Maybe it's just that this is a new place, but..." "Or maybe it's because you're using a new tongue." She leaned toward me again, and I saw the major science girl light go on in her big blue eyes. "Try something else. How about the soda?" I sipped at it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe a little sweeter?" Susan nodded her head. "Have you noticed anything else different?" "Other than the boobs?" She stuck out her tongue in a way that I still found very cute. "I mean, with your senses." Just as she said this, I saw some people come into the restaurant that I thought I recognized. But once again, anything at a distance was too blurry for me to see clearly, I rubbed at my eyes and squinted across the room. "What's wrong?" asked Susan. "Do your eyes hurt?" I shook my head, then had to stop to extract a strand of dark hair from my mouth. "No, but ever since I... you know, went Laney, everything has been kind of fuzzy." Susan thought for a moment. "Doesn't she wear glasses in the movie?" "Yeah, but, I don't think Racheal wears them in real life. Of course, nothing about this seems like real life." "We can get one of the guys over in the optometry classes to test you." "Wonderful," I said. "I'm not just a girl, I'm a girl that needs glasses." I tried another couple of bites of food. It wasn't bad, really, but it tasted kind of off. When the bill came, all I could do was look at it. "I've got no money," I said. "My treat," said Susan. She looked at me across the table and grinned. "When some guy takes you out, you can get him to pay for it." I wrinkled my nose. "I am never going out with a guy. Are you nuts?" Susan tilted her head and looked at me. "So, are you still interested in girls?" I didn't have to think about that. My reaction to my own reflection was answer enough. And my reaction to Susan's question was enough to generate some heat down below. "Believe me. No matter how the package has changed, I'm still completely hetero male in the brain." She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't think you're going to have problems finding partners while you're stuck like this -- men or women." The idea that changing into a girl was going to help me pick up more girls, was just too weird for words. I had to admit, that the idea of some kind of girl on girl action was exciting, but I had a problem. I didn't know how to be a Lesbian. Sure, I had seen some chick lick scenes in some rented porno, but I didn't know how much I could trust what I'd seen. After all, look what man-woman sex looks like in a porno. The truth was, I had only the vaguest idea what two women did together. Contemplating this issue -- which could represent my future -- I climbed back into Susan's aging rust-bucket of a car and returned to her apartment. Once inside, Susan quickly started pulling pilllows and blankets from the closet and pitching them onto the couch. "You can sleep in there for now," she said. "Hey, maybe we can get you a room in one of the girl's dorms." I didn't know if she was joking about the dorm room, but I was disappointed to see her making up the couch for me. "I thought maybe, you know, we could share the bed." She looked at me with one blond eyebrow raised. "What?" "You said it yourself, I'm small now. I won't take up much room." Susan delivered the last pillow in the direction of my face. "Jim, when I said you wouldn't have any trouble picking up partners, I didn't mean me. Don't be getting any strange ideas." The day had been all about strange ideas, but I sat down on the couch. Truth was, it was still early, but I felt exhausted. I wondered for a second if I was tired because maybe Ms. Cook had gotten up early for filming on the day of that red dress scene. Or maybe the fictional Laney Boggs had been tired. Or maybe changing sex and going through major shock just takes a lot out of you. Before the ten o'clock news started playing, I was already yawning. "Let me find you something to sleep in," said Susan. She returned a moment later with a pale green garment that looked like an oversized T-shirt. "Try this gown," she said. I held the cotton nightgown at arms length. "Don't you have any plain old pajamas?" "If you don't like it, I have a red lace teddie you can try." I remembered that teddie very well and how sexy it looked on Susan. I was not about to put that Fredericks of Hollywood thing on my own body -- even if it wasn't my body. "I guess this will do." "You need to take off the bra before you go to sleep. Otherwise, it'll get all twisted and you'll get a pinch in a place where you really don't want it." "Thanks for the advice." Susan stood at the doorway and folded her arms. "Go ahead and get undressed," she said. "We're both girls now." "Uh huh," I replied. "And are you going to get undressed where I can watch?" Susan stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I peeled off the T-shirt and gratefully unhooked the bra. Even though I wasn't carrying a lot of weight on my chest, the straps of the little lycra torture device still dug into my shoulders and made a painful bite right below my armpits. The embarrassing wad of tissue went tumbling out as I fumbled the hook loose. Then my little puppies were swinging free in the wind. Whether from the exposure to air, or my own excitement, my nipples again tightened up into hard little rocks. I put my hands under my breasts and pushed them together. With enough upward and inward push, I could generate a pretty decent cleavage, but it was clear this body was not going to winning any wet T-shirt contests. I would not be working at Hooters. Not that I wanted to. Susan knocked at the door. "You decent?" I quit playing with my boobs and slipped the nightgown over my head. My nipples were still painfully obvious through the thin material, but I opened the door. Susan grinned at me. "Well," she said. "Say something." "Uh, wow," I said. "Thank you." Susan stepped into the room. She was wearing the little red teddie, and it was every bit as hot as I remembered it. The lace around the bottom barely came to her thighs and the top was cut so low that the her breasts were threatening an escape. I noticed that Susan didn't need any help to have cleavage. She gave one little twirl, smiled at me, then started back out the door. "Well," she said. "Good night. Sleep tight." "You're leaving? After making an entrance like that?" "That's right." "You're a cock tease," I said. "Hmmm," Susan replied. "No I'm not. Because no one here has a cock." She flashed one final smile my way, then headed for her bedroom with an exaggerated strut. "Ha ha, very funny." I shut the door and collapsed onto the couch. There was a warm, kind of loose feeling between my legs after my view of Susan in the teddie. I put one finger down there, ran it across the smooth material of the panties, and was rewarded by a jolt. I quickly pulled my hand back. Still too strange. Too strange and then some. Even though I felt exhausted, I had trouble getting to sleep. My new pair might be small, but they did not take to a face-down position. On top of that Susan's couch was not high on comfort. I tried lying flat on my back, or curling up on my side. In any position, some new curve announced to me that I was not playing on my home court. I wondered how long it would take me to get used to this body. I hoped I wouldn't be in it long enough to find out. I remembered what Susan had said about getting me registered for classes. As I was thinking about it, I laughed. There was a test in anatomy the next day. Somehow, I think the professor would notice if I came bouncing in and sat down in my old seat. Literally bouncing. My anatomy would probably get more attention than anything in the textbook. Somewhere around then, I fell asleep. When I woke up, sun was pouring in the side window to Susan's apartment. I yawned, reached down absently to scratch, then came awake in a flash when my fingers met nothing but cotton panties and a little fuzz-covered mound. I sat bolt upright and looked down at myself. There was no doubt, I was still a girl. Only now I was a girl with an aching back and a taste in my mouth like something had died there. For a few seconds, I sat paralyzed. Yesterday had not been a dream. Somehow, impossibly, I had turned into the exact image of Laney Boggs. Apparently, change of sex was not cured by a good night's sleep -- or by a poor night's sleep on a lumpy couch. Slowly, I pushed away what remained of the tangled covers and got to my feet. There was no sign or sound of Susan in the apartment. The bedroom door was open, but when I peeked inside, there room was dark and the bed was empty. "Susan?" I called, surprised all over again by the sound of my voice. I padded around the apartment. My bare feet felt cold against the tiled floor, and I borrowed some slippers from beside Susan's bed. They were fuzzy and a little large, but at least they were blue. It wasn't until I got to the kitchen that I discovered the secret of Susan's disappearance. There was a note lying in the middle of the table: Jimmy, You were sleeping so deep -- and so cute -- that I didn't want to wake you up. I'll be back after I get through AP S Susan had never called me Jimmy before. On the other hand, at least she hadn't spelled it "Jimmie" or "Jimmi" or something even worse. I tipped a granola bar out of the package and nibbled at one end of it while I pondered how I was going to spend my day not being me. It took me about two seconds to decide on the primary item for my girl's day in. This was my first chance to really give myself a good examination without Josh drooling over my shoulder or Susan watching. An inventory of my Laneyness seemed like it was de