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All Bets Down By Bill Hart I knew I didn't have much time left as I stared at the can I held in my hand. With the exception that it had neither label nor identifying marks, it looked just the same as any other ordinary can of soda. I didn't know what was so special about it. All I really knew was that I was supposed to open it in the presence of one of the three football players whose names they'd given me. However, I certainly had no way of knowing how doing something so strange would help me pay them back. Damn it all anyway. I should have never borrowed a fucking nickel from them to bet on the damn game last week. I knew what they were like, but it was a sure thing. I'd figured where was the harm. I'd just wanted to make some money so Joanna Ellis would consider going out with me. Even if I'd been caught gambling, what could they have done to me? It wasn't illegal... yet. They might have kicked me off the team, I suppose, but what the hell - I almost never played anyway. If only we'd won that damn game, things would have worked out just fine. But we hadn't won. Andy Wilding, our All-State quarterback and a potential first round pick in the upcoming professional draft, had been sacked in the closing seconds of the game and fumbled the ball after an impressive drive down the field. If only our offensive tackle - another potential first round pick - Matt Jackson hadn't tripped over whatever it was he'd tripped over, they would have never touched Andy. That would have given Tomas Cabrillo at least a chance to kick the game winning field goal. But what had happened had happened - there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it - and we'd lost the game by a lousy damn point. After the game, they'd wanted their money from me. I certainly didn't have it; I was also convinced they knew that before they'd even asked me for it. And then they'd so generously given me that chance to clear the slate. All I had to do was pop open the top of this soda pop can in the presence of any one of the three football players - Andy Wilding, Matt Jackson, or Tomas Cabrillo - whose names they'd given me. I didn't know why they wanted them; I didn't ask. If I could do that little task for them before the next game, then I wouldn't owe them a damn penny. What they wanted from me didn't make much sense. When I finally decided to ask a few questions, they wouldn't answer any of them. Something else troubled me about them. How would they ever know if I successfully did what they'd asked me to do? I really kind of doubted they would simply take my word for it. However, even though they kept refusing to answer any of my questions on the matter, I had this really strange feeling they'd know without waiting for me to tell them anything. That also brought me to my next problem. The next game was tonight. Unfortunately for me, I still had this unopened can in my possession. I hadn't managed to be alone with any of the three. But then, why should I? They were first-stringers; I was just a benchwarmer. We simply didn't walk in the same circles. It was too bad they hadn't wanted someone like my fellow benchwarmers Rich Franklin and Dave Ellis. Either of them would have been easy, but then, neither of them was likely to affect the outcome of the upcoming game. It had been Dave's idea to bet the game. He'd told me his sister - Joanna was his younger sister - might go out with me if I had a little money to spend. She liked it when guys spent money on her. But I couldn't worry about that know. What the hell would they do to me when I failed to deliver? I really didn't want to think about that either. Besides, I was going to find out soon enough. There were only a few hours left before the opening kickoff. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the locker room and found myself alone with all three of them. I couldn't believe my sudden good fortune. For whatever their reasons might be, those people I was dealing with only wanted one of them. But they were all right here at the moment and I was convinced I wasn't likely to get another chance of finding just one of them alone. If whatever this can contained would work for one of them, then perhaps it would work for all three of them at the same time. They wanted one; they could have all three. Those people could then do whatever they wanted done with whichever of them they wanted it done to. "Hi, Don," said one of them as I walked into the room. Not that it mattered; I wasn't sure which one of them had spoken. I pulled the can from my jacket pocket and quickly popped the top. Nothing seemed to happen. However, within a heartbeat, the world went totally dark. *** When my consciousness finally returned, I was lying on a very soft and incredibly comfortable bed. I didn't even know how I'd got wherever it was I was now. The last thing I clearly remembered was being in the men's locker room. I had no idea where I might be now. Nor had I any idea where Andy, Matt, or Tomas might be. As soon I sat up, I wished I hadn't. Something was wrong. I felt very peculiar. Those legs I saw draping over the sides of the bed I was on couldn't possibly be mine. They were bared below the short skirt I found myself wearing. Why was I wearing this skirt? In addition, those long legs were totally hairless and far too smooth and slender. At the same time, this mass of hair impossibly flowed over my shoulders and down my back. I also had this really odd sense of weight on my chest. Standing up didn't help the least little bit. That odd sense of strangeness I'd been feeling ever since I'd first awakened kept right on increasing. I even had trouble walking; my knees simply felt weak and wobbly. My body no longer seemed capable of moving like it always had before. How could I possibly have forgotten how to walk? And yet somehow, I still managed to make my way over to the dresser without falling down. "Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed in a voice that was definitely too high-pitched to be mine. And if my voice wasn't enough of a surprise, the image currently being reflected back at me from the mirror's surface wasn't mine either. But how? That was just a reflection from some mirror. And yet, how could that image I saw possibly be me? That was some girl reflected back at me from the mirror. I wasn't a girl. She was a real looker - I would have never kicked her out of my bed - but she looked nothing like me. It had to be some kind of trick that someone was playing on me for some unknown reason. And yet, as I slowly ran my hand through my newly lengthened locks, that girl in the mirror was also running her hand through her silky brunette hair. I was also wearing a skirt that looked exactly like the one she was wearing. The girl's erect nipples - they pushed out the taut white material of the top she was wearing - were clearly visible. Even as I moved about, I could feel my own nipples rubbing against the material of the top I was wearing. It made me tingle all over. At the same time, simply touching them made me shiver. It just felt so good. How could something like this have happened to me? I was convinced that someone here - wherever here really was - must know how and why I'd been transformed into this girl. I just had to find that someone. I only wished I knew where I could start looking. I had to leave this room. As I headed for the door, I began growing increasingly nervous once I realized the motions of my body felt more and more natural with each new step I took. It was almost as if my mind were somehow automatically adjusting and compensating for my new body and inexplicable female state. After opening the door just far enough, I poked my head out for a quick look around. The door was one of many along a long hallway; all of the other doors were closed. Although I knew it wasn't, it reminded me of the hallway outside my own dorm room. At the same time, I knew my answers weren't going to be found in this room I was in. They were somewhere outside. Knowing I had to find that someone who could explain what had happened to me and why, I cautiously stepped out into the empty hallway. Only the hallway didn't remain empty for very long. Within only a few seconds of my entry, three other girls - it was so easy to think of myself as one of them now - had joined me in the hallway. I didn't see from which of the doors they had come. I doubted that it really mattered. We stared at one another. We were all dressed the same way. I had to admit these white form-fitting tank tops and mid-calf length black skirts looked really good on all of us. They made us look and feel so sexy. We - even the Hispanic - looked remarkably similar. With the exceptions that I was a brunette and the other girls had blonde, red, and jet black hair, we could have all been easily cast from the same mold. However, I had no idea who these other girls were. Neither did I believe that any of them had the answers to any of my questions. "Who are you?" the other three asked simultaneously with me. We stared at one another again. Suddenly I had this odd feeling that whatever had happened to me might have also happened to them. And if that notion were impossibly true, I had a good idea who they must be. "I'm Don Kendall," I told them. I'd been right. I could see the looks of surprise filling their eyes. "I'll be damned. At least I'm not alone in whatever the hell is going on around here," sighed the redhead. "I doubt the others will believe me though. I'm Andy Wilding." "I don't believe any of this stupid damn shit," said the dark-haired Hispanic girl. "How could something like this have happened to any of us?" She poked hesitantly at her chest, clearly disturbed at the twin full mounds of female flesh she found there. "Despite my appearance, I'm Tomas Cabrillo." The blonde said nothing. Clearly, she was in total denial about her current physical form. She just stood there shaking her head as if that might somehow help. However, I knew who she must be. Given who the other two girls were, it was the only thing that made much sense. "You're Matt Jackson. Aren't you?" I asked. "Of course, I'm Matt Jackson. What the hell did you do to us, Don?" snarled the blonde angrily. "It had to be you who did this to us. The last thing I remember before waking up here in this body was you joining the three of us in the locker room." "Just calm down, Matt," said the redhead who had been Andy Wilding. "That's also the last thing I remember. It's probably the last thing Don and Tomas remember as well. But stop and think about it for a moment. What could Don possibly have done that would changed us all into girls?" "It must be him. Who else could it be? He must have got something from them to do this to us," barked Matt. "And it backfired on him." "Them?" replied Tomas. "Who the hell are 'them'?" added Andy. "I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Matt. "You brought it up, Matt." "Forget it, Tomas. It's not important anymore." I stared at the blonde who had been Matt Jackson. I was now convinced he knew a lot more about what was going on than he was telling us. I don't know why, but I also suddenly knew that he'd somehow thrown the game that had wound up putting me in their debt. But before I could ask him anything about my suspicions, an older woman and several additional girls joined us. Although they must have come out of several of the other rooms, I had no idea from where they'd actually come. "Even though we weren't expecting four of you tonight, I'm very glad to see you've made your transitions so easily, girls," she smiled. "Welcome to the Tri-Delta sorority house, girls." She accented the term 'girls' this term. Clearly, she knew we'd been male before whatever had happened to us. "Please follow me." *** They wouldn't allow us to say a word to one another, as the woman and the girls led us downstairs. Even though I'd always wondered what the Tri-Delta house was like inside - what guy hadn't - I didn't like the idea that we were apparently trapped there. Of course, given our newly altered bodies, who could or would have ever believed or noticed something was amiss. We definitely looked like we belonged. After several minutes had passed, we finally wound up in a large room that appeared as if it was some kind of general meeting area. That didn't seem overly unusual. A lot of the fraternities on campus had rooms just like this one. It made perfect sense that a sorority would have one as well. "Sit down, girls," commanded the older woman. All four of us readily sat in the chairs they provided. On the other hand, we didn't really seem to have another choice. "We weren't expecting four new arrivals tonight," smiled the older woman. "We were told there would be only two." She slowly walked about the chairs where we sat and looked us all over carefully. "However, all of you were among those who were expected sooner or later." I suddenly realized this must have something to do with them. The other three girls with me were formerly the boys that had been on their list. Even though they'd only wanted one of them - at least this time - they'd wound up with all of them... and me. How could I have been so damn stupid? The woman had been expected two of us. Clearly, they'd wanted me as well. But why the hell did they want me anyway? I quickly realized this was all a part of their plan from the very start. I tried to stand up; the others did too. I couldn't stand. Neither could they. I tried to speak; I didn't know if the others tried. I couldn't speak. The others said nothing. "For the moment, none of you may move unless I allow it," explained the older woman. "Nor may any of you girls speak unless spoken to first." She stopped before the redhead that still answered to the name Andy Wilding. "You may stand now, girl." Looking frightened, Andy hesitantly rose to his feet. I tried again, just as Tomas and Matt did, to do the same. Not one of us could stand. We were still trapped. Even though the older woman said nothing more to him, Andy clearly began changing. As we watched on, Andy's already long red hair grew several inches longer. Somehow, it twisted itself into a ponytail. His face, already bearing little resemblance to his former male self, became even more feminine in appearance. No one was ever likely to connect this girl I now saw standing there with Andy Wilding. His waist pulled inwards. And even though I wasn't entirely sure it had actually happened, I thought his breasts might have also expanded a few inches. His white tank top seemed to loosen as the material of which it was made began to change and soften. At the same time, it grew sleeves. His skirt also lengthened a few inches. It now brushed across the tops of his knees. And somehow - aside from the time I'd been staring at his legs, I don't exactly know when it could have happened - Andy was suddenly wearing a white lab coat that tried, without much success, to conceal the femaleness of his body. He was also wearing glasses now. I wondered from where they'd come. Could they be just for show? The lenses were so thin. "Do you know who you are?" asked the older woman. "Of course I do, Ms. Dalton," replied Andy calmly, as he brushed his red hair away from in front of his eyes. "Why wouldn't I know who I was?" Ms. Dalton? When had she told us her name? I certainly didn't remember her ever mentioning it before. But with that being the case, how could Andy possibly know who she was? "As a simple check, why don't you tell the others who you are and a little about yourself." "Of course, Ms. Dalton," smiled Andy warmly. "My name's Arianna Wilding and I've been a Tri-Delta for the past three years. I'm working on my Master's in theoretical physics and plan on getting my Doctorate in the same subject as soon as I possibly can after that. But that all costs money. In order to earn enough to continue going to school so I can work on my degrees, I often work nights and weekends at the local Hooters." As soon as Andy unbuttoned the lab coat he was wearing, he cupped his breasts. They'd definitely become larger, but up until that very moment, I hadn't realized just how well endowed he'd become. "Having a big pair of puppies like these is definitely an asset working there. Guys really like girls with big boobs; they always tip real good too. However, I do have to be careful around most of them. Most guys don't like it when girls make them look stupid." She looked over at us and smiled. "I have to go to work now, Ms. Dalton. But I'll be back later." I stared after the departing Andy - that is, Arianna. I was having trouble believing what I'd just heard him - or rather her - say. I doubted Tomas and Matt really believed what they'd just heard either. Watching her sway sexily out of the room left no doubts in my mind that she was far more female now than male. What had this woman done to Andy? Why had she done that to him at all? Was what we'd just seen just a preview of what they were about to do to the rest of us? I certainly had no great desire to become female. However, if Andy... that is to say, Arianna... were any indication of those things to come our way, then we were in deep shit. None of us were likely to remember being who we were before. Nor were we likely to even remember being male. Ms. Dalton now turned her attention to Tomas. "Rise, girl." she commanded. And Tomas - he tried not to - slowly rose to his feet. "Why?" he asked simply, even though I could sense the fear in his trembling voice. I suppose he'd been able to ask her that question because Ms. Dalton had spoken to him. I tried to speak again; I still couldn't utter a sound. "It's nothing personal. It is merely that which is required, my dear girl," replied Ms. Dalton. "Surely, you must see that." "No, I can't." As I watched, Tomas' hair grew longer and thicker. In much the same way that it had happened with Andy, Tomas' breasts swelled larger and his waist thinned. His features became so beautiful that I forgot myself and began thinking lustful thoughts about him. It wasn't until I felt the dampness of my own altered crotch that I even became aware of what I'd actually been thinking. I felt so ashamed of myself that I could be thinking of him - even if he looked more like a her - that way. His tight white tank top swiftly became a silken blouse. He remained braless; his nipples were clearly visible beneath the softer blouse. His short skirt just as quickly lengthened to the floor. It now had a slit that ran along his left leg from the floor upward all the way to his waist. Tomas had an incredible looking pair of legs beneath that gown. Even as I stared at them, I couldn't believe how slender and slinky they had become. "How do you feel now, my dear?" "I feel just fine, Ms. Dalton," purred Tomas in a sultry voice that sounded nothing like his voice had before. "Why wouldn't I feel all right?" "Do you understand now, my dear?" "Of course, I do. You only did what had to be done," replied Tomas, even though I was unsure that was a name he'd ever answer to again. "I don't know how I could have forgotten any of that. I really want to thank you for helping me remember again, Ms. Dalton." Remember what? What the hell were they talking about? "Do you know who you are?" "I'm Teresa Cabrillo, of course," replied Tomas, as if Teresa had always been his name. Somehow, I just knew that was what he... she, that is... really believed was now the truth. "However, as I'm sure you must know, I'll only remain Teresa Cabrillo for another month." She held out her hand towards the older woman. "Do you like the ring my Franky gave me, Ms. Dalton? We're getting married, you know; I just can't wait to become Teresa Harrington." "It's beautiful, Teresa." I stared at Teresa. I really couldn't help myself. Neither could I think of any reason whatsoever to continue thinking of her as a male or Tomas. But how could she even think about marrying someone like Frank Harrington? I had no proof, of course, but I was sure he was one of them. A couple of girls behind Ms. Dalton approached Teresa. She smiled as they came nearer. "We just have so many plans to make, Ms. Dalton. Planning a big wedding just takes so much time. I hope you'll excuse us." "Of course, Teresa," replied Ms. Dalton. "You and your bridesmaids should go and make your plans." I watched in stunned awe while Teresa left with her friends. In spite of what I'd thought about the way Arianna had walked earlier, Teresa's movements made Arianna's seem more like those of a young boy. Not that it really mattered; I also wondered if Teresa had even known those girls when she'd still been Tomas. Once Teresa and the girls had left the room, I wasn't too surprised when Ms. Dalton headed straight toward Matt Jackson. As she stopped in front of him, she looked straight into his eyes and smiled. "You may rise, my dear. It's your turn now, girl." Although he tried to fight and remain seated, he clearly had no choice in the matter but to obey. Slowly, he rose to his feet. "Why is it my turn now?" he asked defiantly. "Why isn't it her turn first?" he snarled in my direction. "You shouldn't fight against this. It's your turn now, because I told you it was your turn, girl," replied the older woman. "You shouldn't worry about her. Her time will come very soon." "I don't want to be a girl." "I think it's a little too late for that. Don't you think so too? In any event, I'm well of aware of everything that you want, my dear," smiled Ms. Dalton. "However, what you want is totally irrelevant at the moment." "Have you got any idea who you're messing with here, bitch?" snarled Matt angrily, even though his softer soprano conveyed no where near the same sense of anger his former voice would have. "I have a lot of friends, you know. There were several promises made that haven't been kept." "I know exactly who you were, young lady." Ms. Dalton's response was cold and straight to the point. "Haven't you guessed yet? Haven't you figured out why you're here yet? Friends or not, you're still a damn loose end," she smiled. "However, you need not worry about anything. Everything that was promised you will soon be yours." Matt glared at her with clear contempt. "You'll be sorry for this, you damn bitch." Somehow, I doubted that would be the case. Even if he'd denied it earlier, Matt had mentioned 'them', not that I had any idea who 'them' really were. And Ms. Dalton had called Matt a loose end. What better way could there be for tying off some loose end than by changing him into some other person that simply wouldn't know who she'd been before? She'd simply never be capable of betraying 'them' or causing 'them' any future problems. Having already seen the changes twice before, I thought I knew what to expect. However, I was still a little bit surprised when Matt's body finally began changing. His already blonde hair became even lighter in color and was soon swishing across the tops of his ass cheeks. His breasts soon afterwards began expanding. I don't know why I was so surprised that they were soon larger than those of either Arianna or Teresa. Having seen what he'd already seen Ms. Dalton do to the others, Matt should have known to be more tactful. Instead, he'd been such a stupid clueless bastard in speaking to Ms. Dalton the way he had that I should have realized she'd find some way of getting even with him. The material of his white tank top began to thicken and coarsen. As it did, it also sprouted sleeves, while becoming increasingly redder in color. After a few additional moments, his top had become a tight form- fitting long-sleeved red woolen sweater that had the likeness of the school's mascot on its front. His short skirt had become even shorter. It barely covered anything anymore. At the same time, it was now just as red and just as woolen as his new sweater. Even as I stared at him I wondered why Ms. Dalton had turned Matt into such a hot-looking busty cheerleader. Without a doubt, he was now one really hot babe that all the guys would lust over. I could feel my face flush, when I realized what I'd just thought about Matt. At the same time, it was just as hard thinking of this sexy girl as Matt as it had been trying to think of Arianna and Teresa as Andy and Tomas. "Are you feeling better now?" asked Ms. Dalton with a wide smile. The blonde girl that had been Matt shook her head slowly. "Like just what do you mean am I feeling better now? I like always feel good, you know." I stared at the newly transformed Matt in stunned disbelief at what I'd heard. Even though I'd never thought of him as being all that bright to start out with, now - hard as it might be to believe - he seemed to have slipped a few rungs downwards on the smartness ladder. I somehow didn't think he noticed any change. "It was just a simple question." "And I like gave you just a simple answer, you know," replied Matt. He casually brushed his blonde hair away from his eyes. "Just what is your damage anyway, Ms. Dalton?" As he cupped one of his newly enlarged breasts, he smiled. "Like why would you ever think something was even wrong with me?" he asked as if everything was just as it had always been. Just listen to yourself for a while, I thought. "Do you know who you are?" "Like duh. Like of course I do," replied Matt. "Like why wouldn't I, you know?" With another casual sweep of his hand, he once again brushed his longer and lighter blonde hair away from the front of his face. "I'm like Muffy, you know. Muffy Jackson," he smiled. "I'm like a cheerleader, you know." Muffy? That certainly explained a lot of things. I hadn't met many girls named Muffy in my life, but those I had were just about as flighty, not to mention as vacuous, as Matt - I suppose I really should start calling him Muffy - had become. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Like duh," replied Muffy again with a widening smile. "Weren't you like listening to me at all? I'm like a cheerleader, you know." She announced that fact as if being a cheerleader explained everything. "I like have to have a boyfriend, you know. The hunkier he is, the better it is, you know. That's like all a part of the cheerleader code." The cheerleader code? What the hell was Muffy babbling on about now? I'd never heard of any dumb cheerleader code before now. Of course, there was really no reason I should have ever heard of any such code. I wasn't a cheerleader - at least, not yet I wasn't - but then Muffy had only just become one herself. "My hot studly boyfriend is like such a major hunk, you know," beamed Muffy proudly. "Maybe you've like heard of him; you should have, you know. He's Richie Franklin, our hot hunky starting quarterback, you know." That sounded really strange. Something just seemed wrong about Rich Franklin being the football team's starting quarterback. He wasn't really that bad of a player, but somehow he just didn't seem starting quarterback material. Neither could I picture Rich as any kind of a hunk. For some odd reason, I kept thinking that Rich and I had spent far more time warming the bench at games than anything else this past season. Why would I think something like that? How could Rich be both a benchwarmer and a starter at the same time? How could Muffy ever think he was a hunk when I knew better? I actually sort of remembered everything being both ways. Rich was a benchwarmer and a starter. He was a hunk and he wasn't. It was so confusing. My memories just didn't make that much sense any more. Even though it took me several additional minutes, I finally figured out what must have gone wrong, although I didn't think 'wrong' was exactly the right word to describe it. As strange as it all seemed to me, Rich hadn't always been the team's starting quarterback this season. That change must have taken place once Andy became Arianna. That certainly made a lot of sense. The team needed a quarterback. Even though I still wasn't entirely sure it was true, I was still fairly certain Andy had been the starter up until he'd become her. After all, Arianna was a girl and a girl - especially one like her - couldn't possibly be a varsity football player. I wondered why I hadn't figured it all out sooner. "I like have to go to practice now, you know," bubbled Muffy. Two girls, equally busty and equally blonde, dressed just like her were suddenly standing at her side. "Taffy. Bunny. It's like so good to see you guys, you know." Had I been able, I think I would have gagged. Muffy, Taffy, and Bunny were the perfect stereotypical busty blonde bimbo babes. All I could do was watch and listen as the girls, including Muffy, giggled as they headed for the door. Now there was only me left. I wondered what this strange woman had in store for me, as I watched her approach. Whatever she had planned on doing to me, I doubted I'd like it... at least, I wouldn't until after she finished altering my mind so I would accept it as my reality. "You may stand now." I didn't want to stand, but I had no choice. I glared at her as I slowly rose to my feet. "Why are you doing this to us?" I asked curiously. Strangely, Ms. Dalton seemed to be expecting that question. "I do only what must be done, just as you know I must," she answered calmly. "I know nothing of the sort." "I'm not surprised by that at all," replied the older woman. "But once your memories have finally been restored, just like those of the other girls, you'll remember." I had no idea what she was talking about. I wasn't all that sure I wanted to know. What could I possibly remember that I didn't even know now? "What are you talking about?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "You'll see soon enough," smiled Ms. Dalton. Suddenly, I began feeling strange. Just like the others before me, my body was beginning to undergo its own transformation. I wondered what I'd be like when it was all over. I soon felt my hair draping across my shoulders and down my back. Was I still a brunette? Or had my hair changed color? I didn't want to be a blonde if it meant being like Muffy. Suddenly, I felt something grab me around the waist. Although I saw nothing, whatever it was clearly seemed to be remolding my waist into a thinner shape with the excess mass being shifted to my hips and ass. Why did I find this so incredibly exciting? My chest began tingling. It certainly didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on with my body now. I'd seen what had happened to the others. By the time the tingling ceased - even though I still felt perfectly normal - I wondered just how much bigger my boobs had grown. What was it with this crazed Ms. Dalton anyway? Why did she apparently have this thing for changing men into busty women? I was also beginning to remember several other things that couldn't possibly be the truth. And yet, somehow I just knew that they were. The four of weren't girls now as a result of anything Ms. Dalton had done to us. We were simply girls now because that was who we really were. Ms. Dalton had only restored us to what was real. Andy, Tomas, and Matt were now Arianna, Teresa, and Muffy simply because Arianna, Teresa, and Muffy were the girls who they'd been before they'd become Andy, Tomas, and Matt. It was some deep dark secret of the Tri-Delta's. Through some kind of ritual, the girls of Tri-Delta could become boys. But they couldn't stay boys for very long - a few months tops - before their boy sides would take them over completely. We'd come close to losing Arianna, Teresa, and Muffy. That was why they'd sent me after them. That was why I'd gone through the ritual. Even though I'd fully believed I was Don Kendall and had been him my entire life, I knew now that wasn't true. I was now, just as I'd been before, Diana Kendall - my friends called me DeeDee - once again. However, I still remembered being Don. It felt very strange. My male memories were so strong. I could almost understand why the others had almost succumbed. However, it also seemed as his life had happened to someone else while I'd merely been along observing it. I wondered if the others had felt the same way after they'd been restored, even though they clearly hadn't acted as if they remembered being anyone different. "Do you know who you are?" "Of course I do, Ms. Dalton," I replied calmly. "I'm DeeDee Kendall." For some reason, I'd wanted to tell her my name was Don. However, my common sense had kicked in. I might have a few odd thoughts now and again, but mostly I knew who I was. "How are you feeling?" "All right, I suppose," I replied softly. "I don't know why, but I'm feeling a little confused about things." That was certainly no lie. But why was I thinking there was something somehow wrong about any of this? "Perhaps, it would help if talk about this, Diana," smiled Ms. Dalton. For some reason only she knew, she always insisted on calling us by our real names. "What do you remember?" "I remember Arianna, Teresa, and Muffy being boys before they became themselves again. How is that possible?" I stared at Ms. Dalton. "But I also remember those boys - Andy, Tomas, and Matt - had been those same girls even before they they'd become boys. How could that be?" But I knew it was the ritual, even as I wondered what the ritual might be. "It's the way things are, Diana." Ms. Dalton gave me an odd smile. "Do you also remember being a boy before?" "Yes," I answered. "Like the other girls, I was also a girl before I was a boy. I don't understand how that can be possible. Why don't the others remember being boys?" "You're different than the other girls, Diana. That's why you still remember what they don't," replied Ms. Dalton. "They tried to circumvent the house rules so we sent you to retrieve them. They remained boys for a longer period of time than is considered safe and were nearly lost to us forever." I shook my head. "I sort of remember, but I still don't understand." "You need some rest and relaxation," smiled Ms. Dalton. "We'll speak again later." "If you think that's best," I replied. However, for some reason I couldn't even begin to guess, I wasn't entirely certain I trusted her and what she'd just told me. Even though it fit with what my memory told me was true, something just seemed wrong. At the same time, I knew that everything was all right and that I should be able to trust her. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps a little rest might be just what I needed before I confronted Ms. Dalton again. She had answers I wanted. I just knew it. "Well, there you are. I was beginning to worry whether or not you'd make it back before the game tonight, Dee," said a familiar sounding female voice from behind Ms. Dalton. "Joanna?" I asked, not knowing what was going on. I didn't know Joanna Ellis was a Tri-Delta. That didn't seem right, but who else did I know that called me just Dee? How could I not know something like that? Aside from the time I'd been Don - I realized I had no idea just how long that had been - and had a thing for her, Joanna was my sorority sister. "What are you talking about?" "Don't tell me you forgot," snapped Joanna. "Surely, you must remember that you and I are doubling tonight, girl. I mean you've been bugging me for months and months to set you up with my older brother." "You mean Dave?" Surely she couldn't mean him. "Who else did you think I meant?" smiled Joanna. "You know I don't have another available big brother for you, Dee. And Dave is who you've been drooling over for months now." "I have?" I mumbled. But I just couldn't. I remembered sitting on that cold bench next to Dave Ellis all season long. Dave was my friend at the time, but I certainly didn't consider him capable of attracting any Tri-Delta, even if his sister was one. He was definitely no jock as far as I was concerned. I sure couldn't imagine having any unusual thoughts about him of all people. Why had Joanna thought I'd want to date her brother? That was just way too weird. However, as I thought more and more about Dave, the image of him in my mind began slowly changing. And as his image was constantly changing, so too were my thoughts about him altering. Although I would have never in my life confused the Dave I'd once known with a studly hunk of manhood, this new Dave I was now seeing in my head definitely fit that bill to a 'T'. As I continued thinking about him - I couldn't really stop - I felt more than somewhat embarrassed by the dampening at my crotch. But what was wrong with that? "I think we should go get ready for our dates, Joanna," I smiled, feeling suddenly hotter and sexier than I thought I should. "I certainly wouldn't want to keep Dave waiting." I turned slowly towards Ms. Dalton. "Is it okay if we leave now?" I asked. "Of course," smiled the older woman. "A little fun will do you a world of good. We'll talk later... if you still want." I looked at Ms. Dalton for a moment. I didn't know why, but I still didn't trust her. There was just something about everything she'd told me that just didn't ring quite true. I'd be willing to bet that she wasn't expecting to talk to me about any of this again. "Are you ready to leave, Dee?" "I certainly am." As Joanna and I headed for my room, I truly doubted Ms. Dalton was aware that I noticed that smirk spreading across her face. I was now more convinced than ever that she was hiding something. Was she ever going to be surprised when I returned from my date with Dave and began grilling her with questions? I would have started grilling her right then and there, but I had Dave to factor into all of this first. After all the trouble Joanna had gone through to set this up for me, I sure wouldn't want to stand him up now. If I did, then he might never speak to me again. I'd been a boy myself; I knew how they were. Besides, I'd been looking forward to this date with Dave for so long that I simply wasn't going to let anything - or anyone - get in my way. Ms. Dalton could just wait; she certainly wasn't going anywhere. I'm sure she won't mind putting off our little talk for the next several hours. After all, I had a date. THE END