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Friends are Whatever You Make of Them By Bill Hart The doorbell kept ringing... incessantly. All the damn racket had finally awakened me out of a deep sound sleep. A swift glance toward my clock radio told me it was just a little past two in the morning. Damn it all to hell. Whoever was outside leaning on that damn bell like there would be no tomorrow better have a damn good reason for doing so. It might have been one of my roommates. They were always forgetting their keys and locking themselves out of our apartment. If it were one of them leaning on that damn bell, I'd have to break one or both of his legs as a not so gentle reminder. If I felt better after breaking a few of their bones maybe I wouldn't have to hurt him, whether it was Carl or Harry, further. It was all their fault. Neither of them had ever learned how to be considerate of others. On the other hand, it was rather late. Two o'clock was well after midnight. The time made it more unlikely the damn bell ringer was either of my roommates. Given the time, they were more likely to be in their girlfriends' beds getting laid or sleeping. Unfortunately, that conclusion took me right back to square one again. Just who the hell could possibly be standing at my door ringing that damn bell so insistently? After getting out of my bed, I slipped into an old pair of jeans and a ragged old T-shirt, then headed for the door. The bell had kept right on ringing the whole time. Someone was asking for a little hell. Thoroughly amazed that I didn't trip over something along the way, I stumbled my way to the door in the dark. Without bothering to turn on an inside light, I opened the door just a crack and peeked out. To say I was surprised was an understatement. My unexpected nocturnal bell-ringing visitor was Elysia Daniels, the tall redheaded beauty from the apartment across the hall. What could she possibly want from me at this hour of the morning? But did I really care? Elysia was simply one of the most, if not the most, beautiful young women I'd ever been privileged to see in my entire life. I would have loved getting to know her a lot better. Could that be what she wanted? I have to admit I had this thing for her; I'd been thoroughly smitten with her from the very first moment I'd seen her in the hallway that day just a couple of months ago when she'd first moved into the then vacant apartment. Even though I hated to admit that so freely, my feelings for her were no secret. Everyone save her seemed to know all about my interest in, preoccupation with, and desire for the beautiful Elysia Daniels. However, I'd long since abandoned any real hope that she'd ever reciprocate any of those feelings I had for her. I'd also be surprised if Carl and Harry didn't feel much the same way about her, but they hid their feelings better than I did from everyone else. I had spoken with Elysia in the hall a few times since she'd moved in. So had Harry and Carl, if you could actually call freezing up or mumbling incoherently as some form of speaking. She was friendly, but she'd never seemed the least bit interested in getting to know me - or them - any better than as just neighbors. But now, as I swung the door wide open, here she was, just as stunningly gorgeous as ever, standing on my doorstep at two in the morning with the sexiest smile on her face. My anger at being rudely awakened so early rapidly dissipated in the presence of her beauty. Not that it really mattered - I'd probably just do anything she wanted me to do - I was curious about what was on her mind. "What can I do for you so early this morning, Elysia?" I asked with a big smile of my own. Anyone else arriving at that time in the morning would have likely got a terse "Do you know what the hell fucking time it is?" before I'd slammed the door in their face. I might have even kicked their butts into next week. But the ravishing Elysia simply wasn't anyone else. She was Elysia. She could get away with waking me up. Truthfully, I doubted I could ever be truly mad at her; it was easy to imagine I could forgive her for just about anything. "I'm afraid I have this teensy-weensy little problem that I was hoping you or one of your other roommates could help me solve, Stanley." She smiled at me. She had this simply marvelous beautiful smile. There was no way I could take my eyes off her beguiling smile. I certainly hoped she hadn't noticed how quickly my manhood had already stiffened to full attention. "Carl and Harry aren't home right now," I replied. I was kind of surprised that Elysia actually remembered my name; she generally didn't whenever we spoke in the hallway. She more often than not referred to us collectively as 'the boys'. "They're out on dates. Given the current time, I'm afraid they won't be back before sunrise at the earliest." Even though it was my night to remain home, I could hardly believe how lucky I'd suddenly become. I had this perfectly wonderful picture in my mind of being alone with my dreamgirl Elysia. It was long past time that I had a little good luck for once. "Sunrise? That's not too good," frowned Elysia. "I'm afraid sunrise will be way too late for them to be very helpful, Stanley," she added fretfully. "What am I going to do now? You guys were my very last hope." "Maybe I can do whatever you need done all by myself," I smiled. I generally didn't volunteer to do anything, but this wasn't for just anything or anyone. This was Elysia asking me for my help. I was also thinking of all the points I could rack up in Elysia's eyes by helping her this way. She was a damsel in distress and I planned on becoming her knight in shining armor. "I'll sure give it the best shot I can." "That would be so very nice of you, Stanley," smiled Elysia warmly. "I just don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you." Her smile suddenly widened and an odd wistful gleam appeared just as quickly in her eyes. "But I think I know just what to do right now. I'm sure I know a little something you'll really like." Was I ever surprised when Elysia kissed me? I was totally stunned. It wasn't just some quick little peck on the cheek type of kiss she might give her brother - that is, if she had one, which I didn't know one way or the other - either. She planted on my lips one of the wettest and juiciest full-blown kisses with the obligatory attendant tongue I'd ever experienced in my life. That one kiss made my knees weaken and start to buckle. "That was definitely some kiss, Elysia," I panted, totally out of breath, when she slowly pulled back. I found myself fervently wishing that she'd find some other excuse to kiss me like that again. "Just don't say anything to my boyfriend about that kiss when he gets here, Stanley. He simply wouldn't understand; he never does," replied Elysia with a playful smile. "He can be such a silly little boy sometimes. But that's just how boys are, you know. Can you actually believe it, Stanley? He gets so terribly jealous whenever I kiss other boys the way I just kissed you?" "Boyfriend?" I whispered. My heart abruptly sank. All my hopes and dreams for the rest of the night had just been suddenly and bluntly dashed forever. I fully remembered her annoying boyfriend - he was so easy for me to forget - now that she'd mentioned having one. I'd seen him around. As much as I'd always wanted to, I'd never been able to shove that moron out of my mind completely. I couldn't begin to imagine why she was, but Elysia had, for the last month or so, been dating that big and dumb - at least I thought he was dumb - burly football player Kurt Kraston. I still wondered how she'd met him. I suppose if I'd been a girl, then I might have considered him a somewhat good-looking muscular kind of a guy. But I wasn't a girl. And I thought nothing of the sort. Given a choice, I'd take a really hot-looking babe like Elysia any day of the week. Besides, Kurt Kraston was little more than just another dumb jock. I didn't normally hate people at first sight, but I'd made an obvious exception for that moron. Worse than anything else he might have done, he stood between Elysia and me. Of course, all that hatred and anger - I suppose we could call it jealousy just as easily - I felt toward him was somewhat tempered by the mitigating knowledge that I had no real shot with Elysia at all. I simply didn't seem to be her type. Although I was tall - something she clearly liked - I was also kind of scrawny. As others were always quick to point out to me, I was definitely no Kurt the Wonder-Hunk. "What can I do for you this morning, Elysia, that Kurt can't do for you once he finally gets here?" "Oh, silly me. What's wrong with me tonight?" She brushed her red hair away from the front of her face. "I suppose I really should have explained just what it was I need you to do for me first before asking you to do it," smiled Elysia. "It's altogether possible you might not want to help me once you know exactly what I want you to do. Once I've explained everything to you, you're free to back out, if you really want to, Stanley." She gave me a pouty expression. "I won't hold it against you if you do decide to back out, you know. But I just hope you won't." She gave me an odd look. "I really do need your help with this little problem of mine, Stanley dear." Stanley dear? I really liked the sound of that. She began smiling at me again; I sure liked her smile. "My boyfriend Kurt is on his way over here right now. We'd been planning on going on an early morning date that I sort of hoped would last long into the afternoon. But I'm afraid something's come up. That's all changed now." "Oh. Too bad," I muttered weakly, wishing she'd forget about her dumb boyfriend. Her date with Kurt certainly didn't sound very interesting to me. On the other hand, I certainly wasn't too broken up about something that forced a change in their plans. But none of that really explained what kind of help she needed from me that she clearly thought Kurt unable of providing for her. "I still don't see why you need my help, Elysia." "I was just getting to that part, Stanley." Elysia smiled at me once again; I felt like melting. "When Kurt called me earlier to cancel our plans, he said he and his parents had some unexpected visitors arrive this evening. He didn't want to, but he was going to have to stay home this morning. Wasn't that just awful news, Stanley dear? However, as Kurt explained things to me, there was still one way he'd be able to come over this morning as we'd been planning for days. All I had to do was come up with a date for his visiting cousin." "Kurt has a cousin?" I asked. "Why are you so surprised by that? I imagine he probably has dozens and dozens of cousins. He might be an only child, but both of his parents came from really large families. Besides, we all have cousins somewhere, you know. But I've just never really asked him too much about any of his family before. Nor has he ever volunteered that much information about them," replied Elysia. "You must know how badly I wanted to go out with Kurt this morning. I had plans. I told him I'd find his cousin a date and he - that is, they - could come over here just as we'd planned anyway. But it's so late now. You must know how late it really is, Stanley. I've been calling all my friends for hours and hours now, but I'm not having too much luck finding his cousin a date. And then I suddenly thought about you and Carl and Harry living right here across the hall from me. I was hoping one of you could help me out. Would you mind going out with Kurt's cousin this morning." "I see." That wasn't quite what I'd expected... or even hoped. All Elysia wanted from me was to be some fill-in date for Kurt's cousin on their morning rendezvous. I hadn't even been her first choice, although that was hardly surprising. How many other guys she knew had she called first and tried fixing up with Kurt's cousin before finally settling on me? However, I couldn't help but wonder a little about this cousin of Kurt's. What did she look like? She might possibly be a babe. Or she just might look a lot like Kurt with a pair of boobs. It was a dilemma. What kind of guys did she like? Whether she was a babe or a Kurt with boobs, I doubted I was the kind of guy that would be high on her list. However, I didn't think asking Elysia any questions like that would be a very good idea. In any event, she probably knew next to nothing, if even that, about this girl on her way here with Kurt. After all, she'd just told me they'd never talked much about Kurt's family. "But Carl and Harry are out for the rest of evening," I told her again. How could I possibly tell her I didn't have money for a date without dipping into the rent money? This was one of those times I wished we had another roommate to help with the expenses. "As I told you earlier, the sun will probably be up long before they finally return here." Elysia abruptly began smiling. "But that's just wonderful news, you know. Can't you even see how wonderful their being out is for you, Stanley dear? With them being out on their dates, everything has suddenly become just perfect now." I wondered what she was talking about. Her train of thought had seemed to jump its tracks. "I don't understand, Elysia." "You're being silly now. With only you available, you and your two friends won't have to fight about who gets to take out Kurt's cousin. I'm so relieved," sighed Elysia. "I really hate fighting, you know. It's just so stupid. Fighting just never solves anything. I hadn't even considered that terrible fighting possibility until just now, you know. I'm so glad Carl and Harry are out on dates and not here right now." Her smile widened still further. "I'd really hate to see you fight with your friends and get hurt in any way, Stanley." Without warning, she planted another juicy kiss on my lips. "You win the date by default." I smiled back at Elysia. "I'll still help you out with your problem, Elysia. What are friends and neighbors for?" I'd find some way of returning the rent money I'd have to borrow before Carl and Harry knew it was gone. Of course, Elysia had also just told me without coming right out and telling me in so many words that Kurt's cousin must be one really hot babe. Guys - even scrawny guys like me - simply wouldn't waste any time fighting over some girl that looked like Kurt with tits. It was a real good thing Elysia couldn't read my mind. If she ever found out what I'd just been thinking about Kurt's total babe of a cousin, she might think I was shallow or get really mad at me. She might never forgive me. "Isn't that the most wonderful news you've ever heard in your life, Stanley dear?" beamed Elysia. "I just know that you and Kurt's cousin will make the most perfect couple ever seen." She suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, kissed me again. She stared into my eyes as she slowly pulled back from me. "We should go over to my apartment now, Stanley. We'll have to wait for Kurt and his cousin there. We wouldn't want them coming here looking for us." "Whatever you say, Elysia," I grinned, as she took my hand in hers. My head was still spinning. Three kisses in one night from Elysia was more than I'd ever imagined possible in my lifetime. Even better, the night wasn't over yet. It was almost impossible for me to believe I was actually going to Elysia's apartment at her invitation. I was going to be alone with her - at least for a short while - after all. In a complete daze, I walked across the hallway with Elysia. As she unlocked the door of her apartment, I wondered, just for the briefest of moments, if I'd locked the door of my own apartment before deciding it was totally unimportant and didn't really matter. Once we'd entered her apartment, Elysia bade me to take a seat, while she went and fetched us something to drink. I sat down in this plush reclining chair once she'd left the room. It was such a remarkable chair. I'd never sat in anything so incredibly comfortable before; I could imagine staying seated in it forever... maybe even longer. As Elysia returned carrying two tall wine goblets, I slowly - very reluctantly - started to rise from my comfortable seat. It was, after all, exactly what any real gentleman did whenever a lady entered the room. Elysia was most definitely a lady. "Sit down. You don't need to stand up for me, Stanley dear," smiled Elysia. "Believe me, I know just how intoxicating reclining in that chair can be. I've spent hour after hour after incredible hour in it myself thinking that only a few mere minutes must have passed when I finally decided to rise out of it once again." She held out one of the goblets to me. "I sure hope you'll like this, Stanley. It's a very special, and quite unique, blend of my very own mixing." After taking the goblet from her, I passed it under my nose. "An excellent bouquet," I pronounced after taking that brief whiff. I'd seen that done in an old black and white movie once; I hoped my show of sophistication and class suitably impressed Elysia. I then took a small sip of the contents from the goblet. "This is just fantastic. It's absolutely delicious, Elysia," I smiled. "This is a wonderful nectar with the intoxicating taste of wild cherries. What is it?" "Wild cherries, you say?" smiled Elysia. "An excellent choice of words. That's just the perfect description of its taste. Everything is just as it should be, Stanley dear." Her smile grew even wider. "Now if you'll just go ahead and finish drinking the potion I've given you, we'll be able to continue with your alterations." "Potion? Alterations?" I whispered. I shook my head as I tried figuring out what she'd meant by potion. In addition to that, what could she have possibly meant by continuing with my alterations? Although I tried not to do so, I seemed to have no control. I lifted the goblet to my lips and swiftly gulped down its remaining contents. Despite all the haste with which I'd downed the rest of my drink, it had remained absolutely delicious. I suddenly wanted more of it. At the same time, I also began feeling strangely peculiar. In addition to all the other odd feelings I'd begun experiencing, I was soon feeling dizzy and light-headed as well. What was going on? New thoughts entered my mind only with increasing difficulty. Although I had no idea how it could have been possible, I was convinced the room had begun spinning uncontrollably. I leaned back in the recliner; I was glad I had remained seated. I then closed my eyes hoping it might help settle everything down again. However, despite my best efforts to control what was going on, the room still kept right on spinning madly. Then abruptly, all apparent movement of the walls of the room ceased. Unsure I actually wanted to move a single muscle, I sat quietly in the plush reclining chair. I felt comfortable sitting there. With some sense of reluctance on my part, I slowly opened my eyes again and looked around. Nothing seemed any different now than it had before the room had gone inexplicably mad. Why had I thought anything might have changed? Was I still unchanged? I began wondering anew what might have been in that marvelous drink - or horrid potion, if you prefer - Elysia had given me. But even the ever-beautiful Elysia was still standing right where I'd last seen her before the room suddenly went spinning out of control. "The potion can cause quite a jolt the first time. Are you feeling all right now, Stanley?" Elysia had an odd-looking grin on her face. When I didn't answer her question immediately - I was still feeling really confused and totally out of it - she quite unexpectedly came over and jumped into my lap. Although I wasn't about to complain about her being there, something somehow didn't seem exactly right about her sitting in my lap. As she peered silently through one of those odd little flashlight doohickeys often used by optometrists, she looked deeply into my eyes. "Excellent! Just perfect now!" she exclaimed. Excellent? Perfect? What was she doing? I wondered what she could have been looking for. "What are you talking about, Elysia?" I still felt inexplicably strange. Even my voice sounded somewhat odd to me. Clearly, Elysia must have drugged me. There must have been something weird in that drink she'd given me. Why had she called it a potion? And with what had she actually drugged me? I had an even better question pop into my mind - why had she done it? "What do you mean. I thought it was perfectly obvious. Isn't it all just so perfectly obvious to you, Stanley?" I tried clearing my throat. "No, not really," I replied slowly. It hadn't worked, my voice still echoed oddly in my ears. What could have possibly been in that drink that might have affected my larynx and voice the way it apparently had. "Nothing seems overly obvious to me at the moment, Elysia." "I understand completely. You're just feeling a little confused right now, Stanley. It's perfectly normal for you to feel that way, you know," replied Elysia with a beguiling smile. "But I suppose you don't. Don't worry. All those feelings will pass very quickly now." She continued smiling at me in that same peculiar manner. "Perhaps I can do something that will help them pass ever so much more quickly." She leaned into me and kissed me passionately. Who was I to complain? I had no idea just what she hoped to make pass more quickly, so I was at a loss to know if her latest kiss was working or not. However, as long as she continued kissing me, I didn't really care if whatever she was doing was working or not. It was simply something unimportant to me. With an equal passion of my own I eagerly responded her kiss. At the same time, I was surprised when she made no attempt to pull away from me. She didn't appear to be worried about her jealous boyfriend now. Even though she'd always seemed so unavailable to me before, she now suddenly seemed more than willing - in fact, quite eager - to indulge me in everything I wanted from her. Perhaps I had more of a shot with her than I'd ever imagined possible. It was just that this whole incredible situation was almost too good to be true. It might prove to be very, very interesting. Elysia was simply incredible. She was everything I'd ever imagined she'd be... and much more. I'd never really had any doubts about her. Elysia was simply everything and then some that I'd ever wanted in a woman. It was only after several additional minutes of burning passion had passed that I finally realized something wasn't quite as it should be. Undeniably, all my passions had been inflamed. I'd become a roaring inferno of aroused passions just by her continued nearness. I'd never felt like this before. I'd simply remained so incredibly aroused as she'd remained sitting in my lap. Her merest touch sent intense shivers of raw pleasure coursing throughout my entire body. I loved it all. I hoped it would never end. But something somehow still wasn't right about any of it. What could it possibly be? I had no clue. Even as I kept trying to figure out what might be wrong with me, Elysia had very quickly and quite easily overloaded all of my senses with her continual gentle caressings of my breasts, swiftly following that by alternately tweaking and sucking my highly sensitive nipples. It was an absolutely incredible feeling. Her actions were making me feel so totally hot and incredibly sensual. "I've got tits!" I suddenly exclaimed as I finally realized what was wrong with all of this. I pushed Elysia away from me, something I'd never dreamed I would ever do. "Why have I suddenly got a pair of tits? Where the hell did they come from?" I wasn't about to believe the tit fairy had visited me. At the same time, I stared at the hands that were now keeping Elysia away from me. They were noticeably smaller and softer now, as well as decidedly more delicate looking than they should have been. Even the fingers of my hands had become longer and more slender. Never in my life could I have imagined letting my fingernails grow as long as mine now appeared to be. Nor could I believe that those twin slender and graceful arms attached to those smaller hands could have possibly been mine. "What have you done to me, Elysia?" I asked, only then finally realizing why my voice had constantly sounded so strange in my ears. Elysia had said I'd be changed when I finished drinking her potion. "Don't you remember? You said you wanted to help me with my problem, Stanley dear," replied Elysia, as she swiftly rose from my lap. "That's what I said. But I didn't know this - however, you might have done it - was what you had in mind as help." I stared at Elysia as she stood - seemingly checking me out - beside the chair in which I remained seated. One of my now smaller hands absently rose to one of my new breasts and closed about it. All that new flesh on my chest felt so large to my touch. I simply didn't want to believe what had happened to me. How could I have possibly grown such huge tits without even noticing them being there until now? On the other hand, I'd never actually felt a woman's breast from this particular angle before. Maybe my new boobs just seemed so much larger to me because they were hanging on my own chest. Of course, their larger apparent size might have also been because my hand was now decidedly smaller than it had been. My other hand began probing at my crotch. Given my brand new pair of large tits, I wasn't all that surprised by what I found - not to mention what I didn't find - down there. I glared at Elysia with stunned disbelief. "I don't really know how you could have done this to me, but you've somehow turned me into a girl," I accused her. "How and why did you do this to me?" Elysia seemed puzzled. "That's easy. You drank the transformative potion I gave you... that's how I did it, of course. It was by my witchcraft that I changed you into a girl," replied Elysia calmly. "As far as why, you agreed to help me with my problem. Don't you remember saying you would help me, Stanley dear? That potion you drank will just make helping me so much easier for you." That last part - even more than just the witchcraft - took me by surprise. I had already figured out for myself that some kind of magic - not that I'd really believed in magic before - had to be involved in all this strange shit somehow. And I had agreed to help Elysia by taking her boyfriend's cousin out. All of a sudden, the complete answer dawned on me. Damn, I could be so incredibly stupid sometimes. Why hadn't I thought of that before? Elysia had said it was perfectly obvious and that simply explained everything once I'd thought about it. "Are you trying to tell me that Kurt's cousin is some kind of lesbian?" I growled. "I don't believe it. Is that the reason you changed me into a girl with your magical potion? Did you want her to feel comfortable about going out with me?" "She? Her?" Elysia shook her head, then looked at me for several seconds with a strange puzzled expression. "I'm a little bit confused here, Stanley. I'm having some problems trying to understand just what it is you're talking about." She shook her head once again. "Why would you ever think that Kurt's cousin might be a lesbian anyway?" "Well, isn't she?" Now I was the one feeling really confused. None of this was making a whole lot of sense. "You asked me if I'd go out with her. And then, once I'd agreed to take her out, you went and changed me into this busty girl. Just what else am I supposed to think after you've done what you've done? Her being a lesbian is just the simplest explanation for what you've done. It's the only thing that makes very much sense here." "Oh. It isn't really, you know. I beginning to understand now," smiled Elysia. "I think I'm starting to see just what the real problem is here, Stanley dear." "You are?" I replied. "I sure as hell don't understand anything." In my continued confused state I kept glaring at her, but she remained silent. "Well? What are you waiting for? Don't just stand there keeping me in suspense any longer, Elysia. Why don't you just tell me what you think the real problem here is?" *** Elysia sighed briefly when she heard my question. "You really should know the answer to that question already, you know. It's so simple an answer that you'll have trouble believing it was something so simple," explained Elysia calmly. "I don't know how you could have, but I'm afraid that for some strange reason known only to yourself you've made some kind of really weird assumption about Kurt's cousin that just isn't true," she added in an equally calm manner. "I'm sure you must remember what everyone is always saying about that horrible dreadful word 'assume', Stanley." Had I made a false assumption about Kurt's cousin? What the hell had I assumed about her that couldn't be true? "Oh shit!" I suddenly exclaimed. "You're right. I can really be such a dumb ass at times!" I'd only made one real assumption about Kurt's cousin. Every other thought I'd had concerning her was simply built on top of that one. However, if that one assumption were actually false, then everything else simply fell apart like a fragile house of cards. Even worse, it also meant... "Are you trying to tell me that Kurt's cousin isn't even a girl?" "Of course Raymond isn't a girl, silly boy. Whatever gave you that strange idea he was one, Stanley? I thought you were going to, but you never asked me anything about him, you know," replied Elysia. "From what Kurt told me on the phone earlier, I got the distinct impression his cousin Raymond is quite the hunk. The girls where he lives are always chasing after him. I was just so sure you'd enjoy going out with someone like him a lot more if you became a girl." "Someone like him? A girl?" I was stunned. I didn't what to believe any of this shit. Elysia had changed me into this girl, so I could go out with some other guy. It must have been all her girlfriends that she'd been calling earlier without any success. "That's just it, Elysia," I told her matter of factly. "I don't want to be a girl. And I sure as hell don't want to be dating guys." "Are you absolutely sure about that?" asked Elysia. She smiled at me again. "It's just that you've become so beautiful now that you're a girl, Stanley dear. That was simply the absolute very best batch of the transformative potion I've ever brewed in my entire life. My dear old sweet granny will be so proud of me when I tell her what I've done." She abruptly turned and left the room, inexplicably leaving me all alone. I was a girl! What was I going do now? What could Elysia have been thinking when she'd decided on turning me into a girl? How could she have possibly done something like this to me? I didn't want to date guys. Before I could think of escape - not that I really had anywhere else I could go looking like this busty girl - Elysia returned to the room holding a small hand mirror. "If you don't want to believe me about how good you look, then I really think you should take a good long look for yourself. Once you've actually seen yourself in the mirror, I'm just sure you'll absolutely adore what you see, Stanley." "I kind of doubt that," I replied sullenly as I took the small mirror from her hand. However, as I looked into the mirror I now held in my own hand, I simply couldn't believe what - or who - I saw reflected back at me. I might not have been overly happy about becoming a girl, but I was nevertheless impressed with whatever Elysia had done to me. My short dark hair had grown out to shoulder-length and was now kind of a yellowish blonde wheat color. The sexiest looking pair of green eyes I'd ever seen in my life stared back at me from surface of the mirror. On top of everything else, I looked nothing like the old male me I remembered. I'd become simply gorgeous; I was definitely a real looker. Totally hot and unbelievably sexy could very easily describe my altered appearance. In short, I had become one totally hot babe. I also knew without any doubts whatsoever that if I really wanted to - not that I did - I could readily seduce any guy. If I wanted some guy - something I never would - then he was mine for the taking. As I shook my head in disbelief at the physical changes I'd undergone and the oddness of my thoughts, I set the mirror down on the small end table next to the chair. It was hard to explain, but it felt sort of odd having my newly lengthened blonde hair swirling about my head and face. There were, however, still a few problems that definitely needed ironing out. As totally hot and indescribably sexy, not to mention wholeheartedly babish, as I'd become after drinking Elysia's wild cherry potion, I simply didn't want to be this girl I saw reflected by the mirror. Nor did I want to become any other girl. I just wanted to be turned back into me again. I sure as hell had no intentions of going out and seducing some other guy. And there was no way in hell I was ever going out on any date with Kurt's male cousin Raymond. None of that shit was ever going to happen to me, if I had any say in the matter. "Change me back into the real me this instant, Elysia!" I demanded of her. What else could I possibly do? "I'm a male. I don't want to be a girl. And I sure don't want to date any guys." "Are you sure that's what you really want, Stanley?" asked Elysia anxiously. "I'm absolutely positive." "But you said you'd help me out with my problem, Stanley Moulton." Elysia began pouting. She was even beautiful when she was pouting. Clearly, she was very unhappy with me at the moment. All other things considered equal, I suppose I couldn't really blame her for being a little bit annoyed and angry with me. "How can you possibly help me if I have to change you back into a man before you have your date with Raymond? I don't really think he'll want to go out with you if you're a guy too." That made two of us. "I know exactly how he might feel about that." I knew she was trying to make me feel like a miserable heel for changing my mind again. The only real problem I had was it was actually working. In fact, it was working a little too damn well. Even though I knew feeling the way I did was totally absurd, I still felt guilty as hell. Although Elysia had changed me into this hot sexy girl by secretly slipping me some kind of magical Mickey Finn, I still couldn't shake the feeling I was letting her down somehow. Even now, all I could think about was wanting to help her. "Don't worry. I'll find some other way of helping you after you change me back into a man, Elysia." "There is no other way for you to help me now, Stanley," she continued pouting. "It's already far too late to try and find Raymond another suitable date." Tears began streaming down her cheeks. "Not one of the girls I called wanted to go out with him." Tears? Why did she have to go and do something like that now? Didn't I feel horrible enough already without her making me feel worse by starting to cry? I couldn't bear to see her cry. I knew I had to do something to help her. Short of remaining this girl and dating Raymond, I just wished I knew what I could do. "Maybe if you just took another look at yourself in the mirror," suggested Elysia with another of those wonderful beguiling smiles of hers. "Maybe if you do that, then you'll change your mind about remaining a girl until after your date with Raymond ends." I doubted any of those things would ever happen in my lifetime. Although Elysia was still trying to get me to accept being a girl, she couldn't have possibly known that my mind was already made up on that particular subject. My decision had now been cast in quick-drying concrete. I could easily look at this girl she'd made of me in her small mirror until hell froze over. No matter what else Elysia said to me or how much she cajoled me, I would never change my mind about remaining a girl or dating Raymond. However, I'd already disappointed Elysia once tonight. Although I could have easily - well, maybe not so easily - said no to her, I'd also started thinking it might be better if I simply humored her again and took another look at myself in her mirror. In that one simple way, Elysia might decide she wouldn't hate me too much when she had to return my stolen manhood. I didn't really want her hating me at all, but that just seemed inevitable now. In any event, she wasn't going to be a happy camper once I informed her of my latest - my final - decision on the subject of my continued maidenhood. As an appeasement of sorts to my guilty conscience, I picked up the small mirror and looked into it again. I smiled as I saw my image in the mirror. Why wouldn't I? As a girl, I was definitely very easy on the eyes. I didn't look any different now than I had before. There was certainly no denying the plain simple truth that I - that is, this girl into which Elysia had transformed me - was an absolute killer babe. I had shoulder-length blonde hair and sexy green eyes. Definitely, a hot killer babe. It took very little of my imagination to know that Kurt's cousin Raymond would start pawing me and putting all his moves on me as soon as he laid eyes on me. But that was only to be expected. How could he not be totally obsessed and excited seeing someone like me? After all, I was now a sensually sexy blonde babe. However, in spite of my hot sexy appearance and my absolute total babehood, I still didn't want to remain this girl I saw in the mirror. On the other hand, I certainly wouldn't have minded bedding that girl myself. But that would have proven very difficult - not to mention more than just a little bit perverted - seeing as the hottie in the mirror was actually me. "I'm truly sorry, Elysia," I said as I set the mirror back down on the end table beside the reclining chair. "I just can't do this." Maybe if she'd asked me first before turning me into a girl things might have been different. "However, if I had to be a girl for a short while, I sure wouldn't mind being this one. I'm just so hot." What the hell was I thinking? "It's just that I don't really want to be a girl." That statement made me feel much better. Elysia simply smiled at me. I wondered why she wasn't screaming obscenities at me at the top of voice. "But you still said you'd help me, Stanley Moulton." "I know I did," I replied. "And I'm really sorry about backing out on you now, Elysia." I ran my hand slowly across the curve of my slender waist. Doing that felt really good. "It's just... I don't... I just can't help you this way." "Are you so sure of that, Stanley dear?" she asked again. "I mean, as I listen to you, you don't really sound all that sure to me. Maybe you should take another, an even longer, look at yourself in the mirror." I shook my head slowly. "We've already tried that approach twice, Elysia," I replied, suspiciously wondering what she might be up to now. "It didn't work either time." I was also totally convinced that my looking into that mirror would never affect me as Elysia hoped and envisioned it might. She simply hadn't accepted the fact that it would never work. "This time will be different. I didn't mean you should look in that little hand mirror of mine again, Stanley dear." Elysia turned her head and looked in the general direction of... I wasn't exactly sure where. "I really think you need to see the complete picture now, not just a part of it. I'll bet you didn't even know I have this large full-length antique mirror hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It's in that mirror that I'd like you to take a really good long look at your transformed self, Stanley dear." She smiled at me again, then lightly licked her lips. "I'm sure it will give you a whole new picture of yourself." Even if I wanted to, how could I possibly say 'no' to her? She must have guessed that she and my conscience had me tightly wrapped around her little finger. But that was all right with me. If I had to be wrapped around anyone's little finger, I was just glad that finger belonged to Elysia. "Okay, I'll take another look at myself using your old wall mirror this time," I told her. I wasn't entirely sure why I'd actually agreed to look at myself again. Even though I knew it wouldn't accomplish what Elysia wanted, it had still seemed like the right thing for me to do. I was also somewhat curious about that mirror, as well as Elysia's bedroom... not necessarily in that order. In addition, I thought I could use this new situation to my full advantage. "But after I take that look this time, then, if I still decide I want you to change me back, you'll have to do so without any more complaints or arguments. Agreed?" "If that's what you want me do afterwards, then I suppose it's okay with me," replied Elysia with another of those odd smiles I'd seen plenty of lately. "I'll agree to your condition, Stanley." After reluctantly rising out of that remarkably comfortable chair, Elysia took my hand and led me straight to her bedroom. How many times had I wished to be in there... alone with her... since I'd first met seen her in the hallway? Unfortunately for me, not once in any of my many dreams had I ever envisioned both of us being girls if and when that chance for us to be together in her bedroom ever arose. I wondered if she'd change me back into a man right there in the middle of her bedroom. That little scenario had definite possibilities I wouldn't mind exploring. For a moment, I thought about my roommates Harry and Carl. I wanted to gloat about this loud and long. Were they ever gonna be royally pissed whenever I finally got around to telling them where I'd been tonight? Elysia hadn't lied when she'd told me that the old mirror hanging on her wall was large. That is, unless you were one of those people that considered gross understatements of the facts to be of the same class as lies. That ancient mirror - easily the largest one I'd ever seen - hanging on her wall was simply enormous. The wooden antique frame in which the mirror was set had to be dozens of ages older than dirt. Clearly, its bulk must have a weighed a ton at the very least. Since Elysia hadn't been dating anyone when she'd first moved into the apartment, I wondered who could have helped her hang that mirror on the wall. They would have very likely needed a crane. Thinking more about humoring Elysia than anything else, I went over and stood before her ancient mirror. 'How much time would really be enough?' I wondered. 'How much time in front of this mirror would be necessary to satisfy Elysia that looking at my transformed female self would never cause me to change my mind?' However, I knew that no matter how much time I actually spent before the mirror, Elysia was bound to be very unhappy with the end results. There was no way she'd be happy when I asked her to change me back into the man I'd been before her potion had turned me into this girl. However, as I continued looking at my reflection in the ancient mirror on the wall, I quickly realized that Elysia had been right about one thing if nothing else. I really loved the girl's image I saw being reflected back at me from the silvered surface. Just what was there not to love and adore? I... She was just so hot and sexy. I just loved watching her... my every movement. It was all becoming so perfectly clear to me now. Blonde green-eyed babes like me were always so totally hot and sexy. We just couldn't fight the truth. Wondering about what I could possibly be thinking, I slowly shook my head. But in spite of everything, there was still no way that I could possibly deny the plain simple truth that I was one very definitely hot sexy babe. However, I was still wearing those silly old jeans and that raggedy old T-shirt I'd thrown on earlier just to answer the door. Something seemed oddly different somehow. They didn't look exactly right on me any more. With very little conscious effort on my part, I easily unfastened the old jeans, letting them fall to the floor about my sexy ankles. After kicking them away into the corner of Elysia's room, I swiftly pulled that ragged old T-shirt over my head and tossed it into the corner, where it silently landed on top of the discarded jeans. Getting out of those old clothes made me feel so much better. I just wasn't too surprised by that. I'd always felt so much better whenever I could be completely naked. Clothes were - had always been - such a bother for me. As I looked at my reflection again, I began smiling. What a totally hot sexy body I had? I thought I'd looked real good before, but now that I was naked I looked even better. In spite of the fact that I was naked, I just couldn't seem to see enough of my great new tits. They were so big and so firm. How had I ever managed to live without them before? All of a sudden, my thoughts were swimming in circles. As I shook my head, my blonde hair once again swirled against my head and shoulders. Only this time, that swirling of my hair no longer seemed overly odd or in any other way strange. I just loved the way my soft blonde hair tickled the tops of my tits. It just felt so perfectly wonderful and totally natural. Just what the hell was going on inside my pretty little head? Why was I feeling so strange and peculiar all of a sudden? I refocused my attention towards the mirror. The answer had to be there. I was a blonde; I could easily see that for myself. But I'd always liked blondes. In fact, I'd always liked being a blonde myself. Blondes simply had far more fun than anyone else ever did. They always had; they always would. Having fun was simply a part of the nature of all blondes. What was there not to like about being a hot sexy blonde? Damn. What was I thinking about now? Even my head had begun aching. I was almost convinced that thinking was its cause. Despite the dull aching pain in my head, I kept trying to remember. I hadn't even been a blonde before Elysia had turned me into a girl. Or had I? For some peculiar reason, I couldn't quite remember the color my hair had been before I drank Elysia's potion. Whenever I thought about my hair, blonde was the only color that came into my mind. I began wondering about that. Was it possible that I could have actually been a blonde all along? I could think of absolutely nothing that contradicted that idea. The thought of me being a blonde made me smile. I could be so silly sometimes over the strangest little things. That was all part and parcel of the mystique of being the hot sexy blonde I was. Being a little silly over little silly was just what was always expected of me. None of us blondes were really as dumb as we acted. Nobody could ever be that dumb. My sexy green eyes looked so hot and erotic. There was also a certain gleam of mischievousness and naughtiness present in my hot sexy eyes. It all seemed so perfectly natural to me now. My eyes just seemed to scream out come-hither. I really hoped someone was listening. It was just that I was mischievous... very mischievous. And I was also naughty... exceptionally naughty. I liked feeling both mischievous and naughty. Why wouldn't I like feeling that way? It was just a great combination. On top of that, it was just the way I was. I'd always been just that way. Why would I ever think of changing who I was in order to become someone I wasn't and probably wouldn't even like? I had a strange sudden new thought creep into my head from somewhere. Where were all those sailors when I really needed one? Sailors? Needed one? What the hell would I ever need some damn sailor for? Something was very wrong. I knew it. Just what the hell was screwed up inside my head now? I had to concentrate harder on who and what I was. However, I still couldn't take my eyes away from that hot sexy image looking back at me from the ancient silvered surface. Even as I continued looking at her... at myself, I realized I would just have to help Elysia with her little problem by going out with Kurt's male cousin Raymond. She was my neighbor; she was also my friend. Good neighbors and best friends always helped one another out in times of trouble. Even that idea that he and I were both male simply no longer bothered me. I didn't know why it ever had. After one look at me - it wouldn't even need to be a long one - Raymond would never in his wildest flight of imagination ever believe his busty green-eyed blonde date was in reality Elysia's scrawny male neighbor Stanley Moulton. There was also something else to consider. Being that I was the girl of the date, I wouldn't have to put my fingers into the cookie jar with all the rent money. Even if he somehow found out that I wasn't really the girl he thought I was at some point during our date, then tough shit on him. I knew who I was and was quite happy being me. But to be perfectly honest, who, besides Elysia of course, would have ever believed something as totally silly and completely inane as someone looking like me being male or Stanley Moulton anyway? Even if I came right out and admitted I was really Stanley, who was ever going to believe it. In fact - odd as it suddenly seemed to me - I was now kind of looking forward to my upcoming date with Raymond. I wasn't exactly sure why that was; it just was. Even though I'd never been the least bit interested in dating another guy before, something seemed somewhat different about that now. Even more strangely, way back in the deepest recesses of my mind I'd also begun fantasizing what it would be like going out with such a hunk of manhood. What was wrong with me anyway? Why was I having all these strange thoughts now? What if Raymond being a hunk was just some lie Kurt had told Elysia just to get him a date with me? Of course, with me having this hot sexy body like I did, no one would ever think me dating Ray was the least bit odd or unusual. That is, unless of course, he was really some kind of a wussy wimp. I slowly shook my head again. I knew I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts, but they kept right on coming without any end in sight. Something - several somethings, in fact - just didn't seem exactly right to me somehow. However, I just couldn't seem to figure out whatever it was that was continually bothering me about all of this. But I was fairly sure I would figure it all out, sooner or later. However, just at that moment, Elysia slid herself in behind me. Once she'd wrapped her arms tightly about my waist and begun nibbling so playfully on my neck, I began having several doubts that anything about this was in any way wrong at all. Even as I was enjoying Elysia's constant nibblings on my neck, her hands slowly made their ways up the curves of my sides to my large new breasts. Once her soft hands began methodically kneading my boobs, nothing else really mattered all that much to me. Pleasurable wave after seemingly endless pleasurable wave of erotically charged sensations washed over and through my body. I hoped all these utterly fantastic sensual feelings I was experiencing at Elysia's hand would never end. Abruptly - I wondered why - Elysia ceased her gentle ministrations of my highly sensitive flesh. When I turned to ask her why she'd quit, she simply looked into my eyes and smiled. "You are who you are, you must know that by now, my dear," she whispered gently in my ear. I had to wonder what she could have possibly meant by that odd remark. It was such an off the wall, remarkably silly statement for her to make. But I felt suddenly very peculiar. After a swift shaking of my head, everything seemed perfectly normal once again. Of course, I was who I was. I already knew that and so did Elysia. After all, if I somehow wasn't really me, then just who was I? Her next question didn't surprise me; I'd been expecting it for a while. "Are you going to help me with my problem now, Stanley dear?" asked Elysia with that same odd smile as before. "Of course I'm going to help you, Elysia," I replied without a moment of hesitation. I had this strange feeling she'd already known the answer before she'd even asked the question. "Why wouldn't I want to help you solve your problem? We're neighbors. And friends." Elysia smiled. "Does it still bother you that Raymond's not a girl?" "Of course not. Why should it?" I replied calmly. "How much fun would I have going on a date with Raymond if he were another girl." At the same time, I still remembered becoming upset when I'd first found out Raymond wasn't the girl I'd first imagined he was. But why had something as simple as that even bothered me in the first place? My being upset by that just didn't make too much sense. Of course, a lot of things weren't making too much sense. Elysia continued smiling. Even if I didn't have any idea what it might be, I could easily tell she must be up to something. From the time we were little, she'd always had that 'up to something' look in her eyes whenever she was up to something. Little? Had I known Elysia that long? "Tell me your name," she suddenly said. As I looked at Elysia, I wondered what kind of weird plot she was concocting now. Just what strange ideas could be going through her head now? I was still Stanley Moulton and male, despite my current, and decidedly quite female, condition. Elysia knew who I was as well as I did. "What do mean by that question, Elysia? You know my name and who I am." "Of course I do, my dear." Her smile slowly widened. "Just humor me on this and tell me your name," she repeated. "It's just something that's necessary right now." Necessary? For what? I just didn't see how me telling Elysia my name - something that she already knew as well as I did - could be necessary for anything. At the same time, I couldn't really imagine what it could possibly hurt either. It sure wasn't as if there was anything mysterious going on. "My name's Shari Alisa Moulton." I paused to consider that name - my name - I'd just told her. Why had I just told Elysia that my name was Shari Alisa Moulton when she and I both knew I was Stanley Arthur Moulton? I'd been born and raised Stanley Arthur Moulton, a male, even though I kind of doubted my parents would ever recognize this buxomy female me as their son just by looking at me. I could just imagine my mother having a fit when she found out I'd become a girl. "Wait just a minute, Elysia. That wasn't right; that isn't my name." I took a long deep breath and then exhaled it very slowly. "I'm Shari Alisa Moulton," I told her again, just as I had before. I was stunned by this unexpected new development. Damn it all to hell anyway. 'Just what was wrong with me now?' I asked myself, even while I stared at Elysia in dumbfounded confusion. Why had I given her that girl's name? Only my body was female. "Don't worry a bit about your apparent change of name, Shari dear," smiled Elysia calmly. "You and I both still remember that you were originally Stanley. For the time being, you just can't tell anyone else that Stanley is your real name. Whenever anyone asks you who you are, you'll just have to tell them your name is Shari. I didn't think it would be a smart move for either of us to tell Raymond your real name was actually Stanley. He might not understand." Elysia had made me think my name was Shari. I sighed with relief at her rational explanation. Whatever she'd done to me this time made perfect sense. "You're absolutely right about that, Elysia. I really should have thought of something like that myself." At the same time, I also realized Elysia had always been right. She was just so right about so many other things too. "If Raymond thought my name might be something male like Stanley, he might start asking us questions that neither of us really want to answer." "I think we should start getting ready now, Shari," smiled Elysia. "I'm sure our boys should be arriving here any time now." "That sounds like the perfect plan to me," I replied. "Unless, of course, you'd rather be naked when they arrive," I added, feeling really naughty and mischievous. *** As I stood there in front of the mirror beside Elysia, I had also begun wondering just what I might possibly wear on my upcoming date with Raymond. Normally, I'd never worry about what clothes I wore. But things just weren't all that normal now. None of my old clothes would ever do now; they very clearly would no longer fit my altered form. That, I was afraid, was going to pose me a few problems. I simply didn't own any clothing that would fit this hot new sexy bodacious body of mine. It would certainly be much simpler for me if I could just out on my upcoming date naked. As if she might somehow be reading my mind, Elysia went over to her dresser, opened one of its drawers, and took something out of it. "Why don't you try these on, Shari," she smiled, as she held whatever it was out to me. "I'm sure they should fit you." I smiled as I took what was in her hand. It was a pair of panties - sensual silk by the feel of them - in a hot sexy-looking bikini cut. I slid right into them as if I'd been wearing them my whole life. I sort of felt a little surprised that they fit me so perfectly, even though Elysia had said they should. Standing there wearing her panties made me think about all those times that I - when I'd still been Stanley, of course - had daydreamed of someday getting into Elysia's panties. I just had to smile about that. Getting into her panties hadn't been anything quite like what - or, for that matter, how - I'd expected. Elysia next led me toward her closet. Once there, I picked out this really short skirt and slipped into it with practiced ease. I didn't think I'd ever worn a skirt before. Just as had been the case with her panties, the skirt fit me just as if it had been made for me. It also showed off my long slinky legs to their best advantage. I had always enjoyed showing off my hot sexy legs whenever I could. Very strangely, I just seemed to know instinctively what clothes looked really good on me. I wondered why - and how - that was. Since Elysia was braless, I decided to forego wearing one as well. My breasts were firm enough that I didn't think I needed one anyway. Besides, I really thought the braless look was most definitely me. Without any help from Elysia, I picked out a light-colored tank top from her closet. Even though it fit rather snugly over my boobs, I didn't mind that at all. Nor did I mind all that cleavage it bared or how my nipples pushed out the fabric from which it was made. It all sort of seemed strange somehow. For some unknown reason, I had this feeling all of this should be bothering me a lot more than it was. But I was just so hot and sexy, what did it really matter? I simply loved showing off my incredibly hot new female body. What was the real harm in any of that? When I went back and stood before the mirror, I was very definitely impressed. I was just so incredibly hot and sexy. Even though I'd never been all that big on wearing clothes, there were times every now and again that you just had to wear something. There were simply too many prudish people in the world that always got so bent out of shape whenever a hot sexy babe like me went out and walked around in public naked. I was so sure most of those old wrinkled prunes were just jealous of me. It was also no wonder that Elysia's clothes had fit me as well as they fit her. Although it seemed somewhat strange, our bodily shapes and contours were nearly identical. I'd never noticed that before. I wondered why we'd be so much alike. We could have easily been poured out of the very same mold. It made me think Elysia might have patterned my body on hers. There had been a purpose in making our bodies nearly identical. It made a great deal of sense, particularly since I'd be able to wear all of her clothes. That just seemed the most practical approach to solving her problem. There was just no way we could have gone to the mall and shopped for new clothes before the guys got here. Elysia helped me brush out my hair. I kind of wished the blonde hair that fell onto my shoulders could have been just as long as her red hair. Even though she started to help me with my makeup, I easily finished applying it myself, while she did her own. Putting on my makeup had seemed a little strange at first - I hadn't known what was exactly what or what went where - but once I'd finished I doubted anyone could tell I'd never worn - or even applied - makeup before. I wondered how all of it had come so easily to me. I was fairly certain that I'd never worn makeup when I'd been Stanley. However, I wasn't going to have too much time to figure out any of those puzzles. I'd have to leave it all for later. I hadn't really had even enough time to fully admire the great work I done in applying my makeup before the doorbell rang. I felt a little nervous and somewhat anxious as I watched Elysia head for the door. After all, it was my very first date... as a girl, that is. Even though I'd actually been on plenty of dates before, that fact just didn't seem to help one little bit. Things just seemed so different from my new point of view. Once Elysia had opened the door, Kurt stepped over the threshold. 'Wow! What a hunk!' I thought to myself. What a big improvement! What had he done to himself since I'd last seen him? I'd never seen Kurt look so damn good in his whole life. It took me several more seconds of staring at him before I suddenly realized that Kurt hadn't actually changed one little bit after all. He was still the big dumb jock I'd always known that he was. I was the one that had actually changed. I was just sort of looking at him now from this brand new, albeit somewhat odd and unusual, perspective. I wasn't sure I liked what I was thinking one little bit. And then, Kurt's cousin Raymond came inside. 'Now there's a real manly hunk!' I thought. Elysia had been absolutely right about him. Even if I later discovered he was as dumb as a post just like his cousin Kurt, I really didn't think I was going to give a shit. That boy was going to be lots of fun. I could just tell. I strolled over towards Raymond making sure my tight little ass kept gyrating as sexily as it possibly could. I wondered if I could make his eyes pop right out of his head as I'd seen happen in several old cartoons. I was a tad or two disappointed when they only bulged just a little. At least I knew he was interested in me. I'd have been really pissed off if he weren't. I didn't like being ignored. "Hi, I'm Shari." I smiled my sexiest smile at Raymond. My name had come out sounding so naturally. I was so glad Elysia had fixed things so I wouldn't accidentally tell him my name was Stanley. That would have been a disaster. "I'm just so happy to meet you, Raymond." Raymond didn't say a single word to me. He just smiled... sort of. That was it. Maybe he was just a little shy. Perhaps, I simply intimidated him. That wouldn't have really surprised me; it wouldn't have been the first time I'd intimidated some guy. It wouldn't? However, I clearly remembered Elysia telling me earlier that the girls where Raymond lived were always chasing after him. If he'd been the least bit shy or even intimated by hot sexy babes like me, then I would have thought he would have gotten over that long before now. As Kurt kissed Elysia, Raymond just stood there watching them. Was he taking notes or something? Didn't he realize he could be kissing me instead of watching them? Even when I snuggled up to him, he didn't even respond. I began thinking there might be something wrong with Raymond. I wondered if he'd even known what to do with any of those girls that were always allegedly chasing him. It also made me wonder if any of them had ever caught him. "Are you ready to leave, Shari?" asked Elysia. Their kiss might have ended, but Kurt's arm was still firmly wrapped around her waist. And Raymond hadn't even touched me. "I suppose," I told her. Truthfully, I was no longer sure this was such a good idea. It had nothing to do with him being a guy; I'd long since gotten over that minor detail. From what I'd already seen, Raymond was