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Learning to Spell
Chapter One: The Book and the Party
By GirlyCheerBoy [girlycheerboy [at] hotmail.com]
It all started when we found that book... My best friend, Bryan, and I
were walking along the beach and came across the old Al-Hadim mansion.
It had been deserted for years and there were rumors that it was
haunted. Being the typical curious teenaged boys we were, we decided to
go in and take a look round.
The doors were boarded over but the boards were rotting out now and were
coming loose. With a well placed kick they all but collapsed in for us.
It took several moments before our eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.
We began to stumble around to see what we could find. The house was a
veritable treasure horde. All of the possessions of the family's had
been left when they suddenly left for parts unknown almost 30 years ago.
We knew that someone came by every so often and mowed the lawn down, and
killed the beach weeds that would try to overtake the yard where it met
the sandy ocean's shore.
We uncovered much of the furniture to loaf around on and opened the 20
foot draperies just a sliver to allow light in. Over the next several
weeks we came down the mansion a lot. We could sit up in the attic and
watch the bikini-clad girls walk around and sun bathe on the neighboring
public access beach area. This was a great viewing location, and even
had a pair of telescopes we turned towards more earthly-based "heavenly
bodies".
But it wasn't much fun in a mansion alone, so we decided to dig around
in the basement and see if we couldn't find something to entertain our
friends, or something we could use to scare them! After all, this
mansion WAS supposed to be haunted. We tore the place apart for days
without much luck. We found a lot of creepy gothic d?cor we scattered
around and we left the windows open a crack to allow sand and dust to
come in easier. After a week the place looked like it hadn't been
touched... The icing on the cake was an old book we found.
The cover felt like leather, but it wasn't quite the same texture. I
took it home with me the first night we found it and read some of it;
trying to figure out what it was. Much of it was in ancient-looking
scripts. I thought it was some prop for something until I got to pages
with English and Arabic markings in the wide margins. It looked like
someone was deciphering the text. Now I was a big time puzzle solver and
loved a cryptography challenge. But, I was also impatient. I wanted
results to come up quick and get me motivated for a "long haul" effort.
I found a page that was partially translated as a "Spell of Obedience".
I decided I'd see what this page said first.
As I read the odd words that were translated already, and using the
notes from many other pages which I had copied, I was able to piece
together a small rhyme: "Stars align and essence is bound, eyes are
heavenward and flesh is earth bound, for you [an odd word I couldn't
decipher] born of the sand, forfeit your will and do my command."
Sounded simple enough. There were instructions of how to perform this
spell, some sort of ritual. I read on: "Gather three belongings of the
subject, something to identify the traits of persona you wish them to
have while yours. Hold your circle true with these centered around you.
Chant the incantation by light of amber flame, and let none else hear
your tongues, else you be bound."
I guessed that it meant for me to draw a circle, it demonstrated that in
earlier pages, and for me to sit in the center and say this spell
phrase. I decided I had to try it. Tonight was my younger sister's
slumber party. At the party was the lovely Ashley Ambrose. A young 15
year old cheerleader, a freshman. As a Junior I typically didn't think
of dating freshman, but Ashley was almost a dream for me; almost an
obsession. I went downstairs to see what the girls were doing.
"Oh look," Sarah, my sister, said as I came downstairs into the TV room
the 4 girls she had over were lounging in, "If it isn't a boy trying to
crash our girl's night in. Or are you wanting to be a pretty girl with
us brother?" Sarah cackled something fierce and the other girls all
laughed aloud with her. She had harassed me about being effeminate for
two years now. I had tried out for, and lost a bid, to be on the
cheerleading team. They would only take girls. So I dressed in the
girl's uniform and went to school one day as a protest to get on the
team. I was suspended a week and denied entry. My Dad threw a fit about
the incident and that ended my sports hopes for school. I wasn't strong
or large enough for basketball or football, and was depth-perception
blind, so baseball and/or softball was out. Cheerleading was all my
school had left to offer for me.
"Maybe he wants his nails done too!" Ashley winked at me as she held her
hands up; pink nail polish, still wet, adorned her graceful hands. "Come
on, you can play truth or dare with us."
I was about to say no, but I was dragged in by two girls at the doorway,
that I didn't know. "Um..." I stammered, "I just wanted to say hi," I
meekly said.
"Nonsense." Tara, Ashley's sister, pulled me down and forced me to sit
between her and her sister. "You came in here for something."
"Well, ok." I decided to bluff my way out of this. If I appeared to be a
sensitive, 'wanting to learn', kind of guy I could perhaps manipulate
this to my advantage. "I am thinking of asking this girl in school out,
but I don't know how to identify with her. I don't want to come across
as some dumb jock or wannabe jock." I added that latter part at giggles
and grins on their faces. "And I want to really have a relationship with
this girl."
"Wow, Sarah. Your brother is deep," Ashley said. "Who knew there were
guys so sweet and girly?" She giggled, inciting similar responses from
the other girls. "I think I like it." She smiled at me.
"Well, if you're just going to make fun of me..." I started to stand.
"Wait." Sarah stopped me. "We'll talk with you, but you have to play
along as 'one of the girls'," she said smiling with that wicked 'I just
got one over on big brother' grin.
"Yea!" "Sounds great!" "It'll be fun!" I heard from several of the girls
there. I sighed and played it up like I didn't want to do it, but
decided to anyway and sat down.
"Well, what are you," I started, "er, us girls doing?"
"First, your hair," Sarah said. "Tina, get my bag over there please."
One of the girls I didn't know tossed a bag over and my sister pulled
out a few brushes, some were types I hadn't seen before. She and Tara
went to work on my long hair, teasing it out and giving it body. Or so
they kept saying. "Ashley, why don't you Tina, and Amy work on her
makeup?" Sarah said.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Ashley said, pulling up a makeup bag. "But
we really ought to change her into something more appropriate," she
finished.
"I have just the thing!" the other girl said. "How about..." she paused,
digging something out of her backpack... "this!" She pulled up a
miniskirt that was made of that soft suede-like cotton. It was extremely
short and had the words "Cheer Princess" across the butt. "And this."
She held up a camisole shirt, spaghetti straps and a low cut front and
even lower cut scoop cut back. They were both a soft pink, the writing
on the skirt, and picture (a crown like tiara) on the chest, were in
red.
"That's excellent Beth!" Sarah said. "I have knee-highs and shoes he can
wear! He has the same size feet I do." She giggled with the other girls
again.
"And I have a pink hair bow for that cute ponytail of hers," Ashley
said.
As I sat there getting my hair and nails done, and makeup, we talked. I
got the girls to talk about what clothes they wore when and why. Ashley
told me all about her "special" charm that she wore on a chain around
her hips when she wore low cut pants or skirts. She liked that that
little lock was a teasing thing for the boys, but still maintained a
sense of innocence at the same time. She was a girl of irony she said.
Her hair ribbon made her feel young and cute. And she loved her
cheerleading uniform for all the usual reasons (attention, admiration,
flirtatiousness, and to show off her body some).
When they were done with the makeup I was told to go change. I took the
clothes and went behind a changing screen they had set up for the
slumber party. I hung my pants and shirt on the top of the screen when I
took them off like they asked me to do. First I put the skirt on. It was
so short it barely covered by butt, much less anything else. I looked at
the mirror and pushed my hip to the side and leaned a little, pulling my
knees inward to meet in a girlish pose. It almost looked believable with
the makeup and hair job the girls had done to me. I put the shirt on
next, careful to mind my hair and makeup, as I was being warned. It had
a bra-like padding in the chest area so the wearer wouldn't need a bra
herself. I didn't have anything to fill out the top so it didn't matter,
but I was relieved I wouldn't be wearing one none-the-less. Finally I
took the knee-high socks they gave me and sat down to put them on. I
watched in the mirror, as I had been advised, to try and do it with as
much caution and awareness of exposing my underwear as I could. No
matter what I tried I couldn't figure out how to do it without flashing
an up-skirt shot at myself in the mirror. Finally I grabbed the shoes.
Mary-Janes, with a high heel. Thankfully they weren't a spike heel. I
discovered that if I crossed my legs high and leaned over I could get
the shoes on without flashing myself in the mirror. I wish I had thought
of that when I put the socks on.
I came out from behind the screen to the delight of the girls... "You're
so pretty." "Do you shave your legs?" "You look darling." All of these,
and several more comments, were directed at me. I didn't shave my legs,
but they were hairless. I had been in an accident earlier in my youth
and fell into some contaminated water in a nearby pond. The chemical
mixture did quite a number on me at the time. Fortunately the long term
effects seemed to be limited to intense moisturation of my skin and
killing the hair follicles. I wouldn't have any hair growing on most of
my body. I was fortunate that the doctors had been able to do treatment
on my scalp so that my head at least had hair on top. The face was too
delicate an area for treatment, so my eyebrows were sparse and thin and
I wouldn't likely grow facial hair. Late in Junior High and through
early High School it was dreadful because of the teasing I took. But
once that had passed it became a benefit to not have to shave my face
every morning. And every girl I had ever dated loved to rub her hands,
and legs, along my soft skin.
"Let's get her hair fixed," Beth said. She waved me over to her and I
came, timidly and obediently.
"Wow, she's already shy and follows orders," Ashley said. I blushed
deeply at the thought of the girl I had a crush on and was plotting to
test a command spell on remarking about me as being a shy and obedient
girl. They put the ribbon in my hair after pulling it into a really
tight high pony tail. The bow was very large and had long tails that
cascaded down to my middle back.
"Something's missing," Sarah said. "What do you think?" she asked the
other girls as they stepped together, motioning for me to turn and walk
back and forth for them to view - which I did.
"Ah, figure," Tara said. "She has none."
The girls all agreed and they decided to fix the problem. Sarah went
upstairs and was gone for several minutes. While I was waiting I sat
down and snacked on some of the Strawberry Shortcake treats. That's when
things took a turn I hadn't expected.
"Kurt?" Beth addressed me. "I can see your underwear." She giggled. I
slammed my legs together so fast they made a loud clap and blushed deep
with embarrassment. "We can't have you showing those," she said as I
almost died in my sudden discomfort.
"I have just the thing in mind," Tara said. She leaned over and
whispered to Ashley and Beth. Both of them giggled with her and they all
smiled with a huge devious smile. "Stacy, will you go get that right
quick? Ashley and I will keep an eye on our young friend."
Stacy had been quite this entire time. She helped with my hair; it was
her bow and ribbons I wore actually. She was only 12, soon to be 13. The
rest of the girls were all 14, save for Ashley at 15, and she acted like
she felt like the 'kid sister tag-along'. She was a treasured friend of
Sarah's and everyone liked her. She had skipped two grades in school to
be in 8th grade now, instead of 6th like most her age. She was extremely
intelligent but lacked the social grace and poise of girls in her grade,
and perhaps her age. She talked softly and meekly and mostly only to
Tara and Beth (aside from my sister - but she wasn't in the room right
now).
I knew she was more open with the girls when I wasn't around. I had
wondered once or twice if she had a crush on me, that could cause
that sudden shyness. My sister said once she thought so, but at the time
Stacy was 10, and at 14 I had a sudden pubescent lack of interest in any
girl who wasn't in tight pants, short skirts, and developing a nice
figure and chest. Stacy, wasn't even close to that, so she never even
appeared on my mind, despite she was always around and I had had several
real conversations with her and had actually begun to build a deep
friendship over the last two years (when I met her). Before I could
think anything more of it I watched her slip out with amazing speed and
grace for a girl her age, usually ungainly and awkward with the growth
caused with the change in hormones.
She wore a simple baby-doll dress that swayed when she walked and showed
much of her legs, that were starting to take an appealing shape. She had
short ankle socks with lace trim and matching shoes with a bow on the
front. The outfit seemed to make her look even younger than she was. But
there was an innocence quality to the sex appeal she had built for
herself. Somehow I found that attractive, maybe more so than I did
Ashley at the moment - who wore a knee-length pleated demi skirt and
average t-shirt. 'That shirt and skirt doesn't really match and they
don't really work with her natural elements either,' I thought. 'Oh my
god! I hadn't been in a skirt even an hour and I was already comparing
clothing styles and thinking of fashion and beauty as second nature!'
'And, young friend?' I thought, it just sunk in what they had said about
me. 'Who did these girls think they were talking about?' I wasn't young,
I was older than them. I was about to say something when my sister came
back in the room.
"Tada!" she said, holding something in her hands. It looked like a pair
of water balloons, but I knew better. I couldn't figure out just what
they were until she stepped in close to me. Breast forms! Where Sarah
had gotten those was beyond me. I didn't think she had worn those
before, and I certainly didn't want to think of my sister like that!
"Perfect!" Tara squealed. "Do we need a training bra for her?"
Her? They were referring to me more as a girl than a boy pretending.
Somehow that wasn't as bad a thought I as had feared. I felt like I
belonged. Unlike with most of the boys in school, well aside from Bryan,
I wasn't an outsider or freak. They seemed to regard me as one of the
girls.
"No, no bra. That cammie should be a support type." Ashley pulled the
front back to peer down. I jerked back and snapped my hands to my chest,
as if covering it from being seen. I wasn't even aware I had done it
until the three girls laughed and commented about how 'natural instinct'
was taking over. "It does have support," Ashley said, winking at me.
Sarah put the breast forms on me. She had me pull the shirt up and
expose my chest and stomach. I had been in aerobics for a while, trying
to stay in shape - since I seemed unable to build body mass (the doctors
thought this was due to the chemical bath I had taken as well). In
addition that chemical mixture had stunted my growth somewhat. I was
shorter than the average boy my age and I had a slender frame, my bones
were slightly more frail as a result of the accident as well - but that
wasn't a major concern. I wasn't into contact sports anyway.
The breastforms had a sticky backing that made them hold in place once
Sarah had placed them and held them for a few moments. She took some
putty looking stuff and worked it in around the edges of the forms to
cover up where they met my chest, when she was done it looked almost as
if they were real. They were heavy and pulled downward a lot. Ashley
helped adjust the shirt right, showing me how to get my chest centered
in the supports and how to make sure the shirt was tight enough to hold
my breasts properly. It did help a lot as soon as they did this. They
also showed me how to work the fabric over the support to maximize my
cleavage. I didn't have much; the breastforms were small and looked like
they would give me the smallest chest in the room, aside from Stacy who
I was probably close to in size now.
"Where's Stacy?" Sarah asked.
"She went home for something," Beth said. Stacy lived next door, well
down one or two, so it'd be a quick trip.
"What did she forget?" Sarah asked. "I think she has her teddy bear and
she has her nightgown and stuff."
"She's not getting something for herself," Tara said giggling. She
leaned close to Sarah and whispered. Sarah's face got wide-eyed and jaw-
dropped in surprise. It turned into the same devious smile as she looked
back at me.
"You're going to be so cute," she said.
"Sarah. What are we going to call her?" Beth asked. "We can't keep using
Kurt."
"That's a good point," Sarah replied. She looked at the three girls.
"Any ideas?"
"I like Sam," I said. They all gave me that 'yea, right' look. I suppose
it wasn't very feminine. I tried again. "What about Chris?"
"Chrissy?" Ashley said.
"No, anything but that," I said forcefully as I could gather.
"Um... she doesn't look like a Chrissy to me," Tara said. Beth agreed.
"How about Priscilla Kaitlyn," Beth said. "We can call her Prissy,
Kaitie, or Prissy Katie," she said with a giggle.
The girls all liked that, probably because I didn't. "Why not just call
me princess and be done with it," I said dryly. The room got quite for a
moment and I knew I was about to put my Mary-Janes in my mouth.
"Yea, that could work," Sarah said. Just then Stacy came back in. She
was a little out of breath from running. She carried a small kid's
backpack, adorned with Sailor Moon figures on it.
"Stacy, what do you think of Princess Kaitlyn?" Beth said, holding her
arms up to present me.
"Princess?" Stacy said. "That's cute, but not really a name is it?"
"We could just use Kaitlyn," Ashley said. "Then we can call her Kaitie.
And we could just call her 'Princess' as a nickname."
"Oooh, what about Kaitie-Lynn, and we call her 'Kitten'?" Stacy asked.
She seemed to be glowing with enthusiasm.
"Yea, I like that," Sarah said. "What do you think Kitten?" She looked
at me.
I sighed, Ashley and Tara were saying it to themselves softly, Beth was
already adding my new name to a notebook that looked like a young girl's
diary. It was a done deal, rather I liked it or not. I decided to play
along; it'd be easier to get what I wanted of Ashley's later for the
spell. So I replied as perky as I could. "What's not to like?" I smiled.
The girls all seemed happy with this and chatted about it a moment until
Stacy spoke up. "But we need to fix something first," she said.
"What's that?" Sarah asked.
"Oh yea." Tara said. "Kitten, go behind the screen and take of those
nasty thing under your skirt."
Sarah smiled when she realized what they were doing. I did as they asked
and put my underwear into a plastic bag someone handed around to me.
Stacy handed me a pair of panties from the other side of the screen. I
looked at them in shock. They were tiny, lace and elastic band around
the waist that was only a thin strap on the sides. Thin sleek cut fabric
would cover part of my butt, and the front... it was oddly padded and
very thin itself. The panties were white, the lace trim on top red.
There was a tiny red plastic teddy bear charm on the front in the center
that was sitting on a small pink bow. The butt had a cartoony teddy bear
group on it, I thought it could have been the Care Bears, but I couldn't
be sure. I pulled the panties on, adjusting myself as best I could. To
my surprise they fit snuggly, but not uncomfortable. They seemed to lift
my butt and give it some shape through the skirt, which hid the
pantylines. The front padded area seemed to hide the 'bulge' that had
been present before. Were these panties made for boys?
I came out a moment later and did a spin, kicking a leg up behind me at
the knee and throwing my arms up in the air. I held this pose just a few
moments while the girls looked me over. After a few nods and comments of
approval Stacy gave me a headband for my hair. It had a pair of pink
glittery fuzzy cat ears on top. She get that into place and redid my
pony tail, but let two strands of bangs fall down my face on the sides.
We all went into the living room for movies - it was Orlando Bloom
night. While we sat and talked and snacked, and of course dreamed over
the guys in the movies (after a while I even found myself joining in a
little - without realizing it) Stacy worked on the bangs she had allowed
to fall. She curled them into tight cascading curls on the sides of my
face and used a pair of small pink hair clips, hello kitty ones, to hold
the bangs to the side so they wouldn't get in my way too much. When she
was done she held up a mirror for me, I looked like a 12 or 13 year old
girl. I couldn't believe it!
Several hours passed and the girls started to get hungry. I thought they
were ordering pizza in. We had been playing board games, truth or dare,
watching movies, and such all afternoon... Me dressed like a little sexy
cheerleader wannabe in common clothing of course. I was just getting up
to get a drink when Ashley stopped me.
"Let me see your makeup," she asked. I turned and showed her as many
angles of my face as I could. "Ok, looks pretty good. You're ready for
dinner."
"I can't eat without makeup on?" I asked puzzled.
"No silly," Tara said. Before I could question she went on. "A girl
can't go out dressed like that and without makeup. Come on, be serious.
You can't put effort into clothing and not makeup or makeup and not
clothing. That would be like so faux pas." She emphasized the last two
points with a "valley girl" tone. The part that stuck out to me however
was "go out".
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