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Gabriel's Revenge Part 2 By: C.A. Grey I decided to use a little different style in writing the continuation of my previous story. I've also updated the previous story, so some of the details may not make sense if you've only read the original. Thanks to all who read and review this, it really means a lot to me. My name is Gabriel Martin. My life has recently gone from being a horrible and painful experience, to full on exhilarating. I discovered a magic coin in the woods after some of my less than friendly class-mates beat me senseless and left me for dead. I have since used the coin to better my life, and to exact my revenge on the bastards who have made my life miserable for years. I have one wish left, and it's going to be used to destroy the former girl of my dreams... My name was Troy Thomas. It was after school and the boys and I were waiting on Gabe Martin to come out to the bike rack, like he always did, and race off for home. As I watched the ignorant little douche-bag come over the hill, I knew that this was going to be cake. We had taken ol' bones out to the most deserted place we could find two days ago and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. After a beating like that, I don't know how he's able to move today, but I'm going to make sure he never wants to again. Me and some of my more loyal goons are going to teach him a lesson he will never forget. I look at the boys and I can already see them salivating, getting ready for the kill. It's the same look they have every Friday before a game. He's close enough. "Hey bones! I'm glad to see you're feeling better, it's going to make it so much more enjoyable to stomp your face back to the way we left it the other night!" I told the skinny fucker, but for some reason, he didn't seem to be as scared as I thought he would be. "Hi Troy! I'm glad to see that you made it here to wish me well, and look! You brought friends too! You guys, you really shouldn't have come. Really." He said. I had to admit, it showed balls I didn't think he had. What really fucked with me was that last bit, it sounded like he was actually threatening us. "Something's wrong here, he doesn't exactly have that really scared look that we usually get from guys like him." Marcus whispered to me, and I gave him a look as if he just stepped off the short bus. I mean for fuck's sake, we're all on the god-damn football team. Andrew and Cedric were fucking line backers. Combined they weighed over six-hundred pounds. "Goddamn it Marcus, he's just a fucking punk kid. It's not like he's gonna kick our asses, I mean hell, for all I care we could let Cedric and Andrew kick his ass and we'll just watch, just chill the fuck out." I told him, with a nod over to Andrew and Cedric, who were grinning like fucking hyenas. "Before we do this, I want to say a few 'last words,' if I may." That boney bastard had balls, I'll definitely give him that. "Make them good." I said, feeling mildly generous, and a bit curious at the same time. Little did I know that it would be the biggest fucking mistake of my life. He pulled out a coin about the size of a half dollar, for a second, I thought he was going to try to pay us off with it or something. "I wish that Troy Thomas and Gretchen Crowe were twin sisters with six times the sex drive that Gretchen currently has." I was just about to laugh, when I noticed his coin starting glowing a bright gold. Before I had time to figure out what the hell was happening to the coin, my head felt like it was going to explode. I bent over as my stomach felt like it had just cramped. I looked down at my right hand and pulled my sleeve back to look at my arm. It felt like something was crawling around under my skin. The hair on my arms starting pushing back into my skin, it felt like a thousand needles were being forced in. I looked as my hands and my fingers were getting thinner, and my finger nails were growing at least two inches long. I felt something weird happening to my chest about that time, so I ripped the shirt open and was scared shitless. My chest hair was doing the same thing as the hair on my arms, and my nipples were now almost the size of sand dollars! All of the sudden, it felt like something was pushing out from behind them. My chest started to look like a chick's. About that time my waist had gotten so small that my pants fell down to my ankles and when I dropped my arms the shirt slid down to the floor too. I looked over at the guys and they were lookin' at me with this blank expression, and at the same time, I noticed that they were getting taller. Fuck, I was getting shorter! Then, it hit me. My dick! Jesus Fuckin' Christ my dick! I looked down and saw that it was being sucked back inside this body, and in its place was forming a cunt. At this point I fuckin' lost it, and I screamed like a bitch. And there I was. I was the twin of the biggest fuckin' slut in the school. I was so fuckin' pissed. Nobody does this shit to me. NOBODY. I noticed the guys were startin' to stare at me like they were getting ideas so I crossed my arms across my new tits, fuck's sake I had tits! And then I looked over at that miserable fuck, and he was smiles from ear to ear. "What the hell did you do to me you sick fuck!" I screamed, and the shock of my voice hit me real fuckin' hard. I used to have a voice so fuckin' powerful I've made women cum just talkin' to 'em. And now, I sounded like that fuckin' cunt Gretchen. I talked in that irritating kind of nasal voice that most of the shallow bitches at school talked in. And then the bastard says something that made my friend Marcus, who I've known since elementary school, who every Friday night takes on guys the size of fuckin ogres, who is a 6' tall black man, turn solid white. "Nothing, Compared to what I'm going to do to your friends." He said this with a big shit-eating grin. And he started fingering that coin again. Then these guys actually do something smart for once, and start to run, but just as they turn around and are about to dash, he says: "I wish that Marcus Day, Cedric Morris, and Andrew Clayton were all turned into the newest three female freshman cheerleaders, with each one having these specifications: A height of 5'6", their chest size a 36D, their waist 26" diameter and their hips 32" in diameter." The guys stopped cold in their tracks, and I'm the only one here who knows what they're about to go through. They start doubling over, Andrew falls to the ground and starts screaming in pain. I take the opportunity to pick up my shirt and cover myself, but I had to roll up the sleeves over half-way just so I could see my hands, and when I ripped the shirt open, I lost most of the buttons on top, so the only thing it really covered now was my new cunt. I looked back over at the guys and saw that they could hardly be considered guys much longer, and also that their clothes were changing too. I knew those outfits, I had removed many of them in the back of my mustang. Their jerseys were turning into the tight ass little skirts that the cheerleaders wore. I looked over at that evil fucker Gabe, and he was just standing there, smirking. Come to think of it, he looked kind of cute over there. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but goddamn, he was turning me on. I started noticing a tingling feeling down at my new pussy. It was getting warm, and my nipples were getting hard too. I looked back over at the new cheer leaders and they had just finished changing and they were looking at each other with looks of real fuckin' terror, that's when Marcus, no... Her name was Marcia, right? Somethin' screwy was goin' on in my brain, I knew his name was Marcus, but I knew it was also Marcia now, and Andrew was Andrea, and Cedric was Cedra.... And, oh shit. My name was Tori. My name was Tori fuckin' Crowe. He did somethin' to my brain too. But that's when Marcia yelled out to the fuckin' creep. "I'm going to you kill..." She had gotten that much out, when she realized that she no longer had that deep powerful voice she had once had as Marcus, "Oh my god, you sick son of a bitch look what you've done. I can't be this," I felt sorry for him, but I had my own shit to deal with right then. "I'm a man damn it! I'm a man!" To which Gabe replied: "I'm quite sorry my dear, I'm afraid that from here, you don't quite look it." and then he laughed about it, the sick fucker laughed in our faces. And goddamn that made him even sexier. I don't know why, but right then and there I had to have him. No, I had to have him fuck me. I wanted him to fuck my ever-loving brains out. I was so hot down in my new cunt that I was about to scream. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat the shit out of him, rip his heart out and stand on top of his fucking corpse doing a little dance covered in his blood, but first, I wanted his dick in my hole. Any hole, it didn't matter. I almost tripped out of my shoes, which less than ten minutes ago used to be snug, now I could go fuckin' white water rafting in the goddamn things. I ran up to Gabe, and he put his arms out and looked away, but I ducked under his arms and hugged him. I was getting turned on just by having my tits forced up against him, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of the shirt almost made me cum right there. I looked up at him, and he looked like he was about to shit his pants. "I don't know why, but for fuck's sake I need you inside me RIGHT NOW!!" I screamed at him. I started trying to get into his pants, I felt his dick through the fabric and GODDAMN it was huge! But the asshole started to pull away from me. "Whoa! Whoa! You were a guy like two minutes ago!" He said, like it was something outside his doing. Fuck I didn't care. It sure as hell didn't look that way right now. Hell, if I was half as hot a Gretchen, I was at least fuckable by his standards. Then it clicked. I knew why I was so fucking horny. "You stupid fucker, don't you get it? I NEED sex. You said that I would have six times the sex drive of Gretchen!" I said to him, and he still gave me a confused look. "Yeah, so?" he said. I looked at him like he was fucking retarded. Everyone knows that Gretchen will sleep with anything with a dick, and sometimes she doesn't even need that. "Gretchen's a whore you dumb ass! She'll sleep with anybody! Hell I fucked her last Saturday night!" I screamed at him. He looked at me with some understanding, but then from out of nowhere, Marcia ran up and tackled me to the ground. She started hitting on me and pulling my hair and shit. "You son of a bitch!" Marcia screeched with anger, "Gretchen's my girlfriend" Like I was the only one fuckin' her behind his back. For fuck's sake, half the guys on the team had had a turn with that bitch. But if it's a fight she wanted, it was a goddamn fight she was going to get! To tell the truth, it was kind of turning me on, to be rolling around in the grass with her in her cheer-leading outfit. Andrea and Cedra came up and started trying to pull her off of me, but I was about to cum and I wasn't going to let them take her from me, so I pulled Andrea down to the ground too, and Cedra fell with her. We all ended up beating the hell out of each other, and when we stopped, that miserable dick was nowhere to be found. "How the hell could you do that to me, man?" Marcia said, with tears in her eyes. Her cheer leading skirt was covered in grass stains, her hair was all fucked up and pulled out of the ponytail now. It extended far beyond her ass. She was standing up now and it was past her hem line on her outfit. God she looked sexy. Andrea and Cedra were wiping grass off each other, and talking about something, but I wasn't really paying attention to them. "I'm sorry man, I didn't know you would take it so hard," I said, for some reason, getting a little choked up myself. "I thought you knew that's how Gretchen is, I didn't even approach her, she came up to me and started rubbing my dick through my pants out in the parking lot up at the theater. Hell, you know Rebekah don't put out, so I was desperate for sex at that point." I had started sobbing somewhere in the middle of this, and she helped me to my feet. She was crying now too. "Well, at least we know it won't happen again." She said with a toothy grin. I had to laugh a bit at the situation myself. But then I noticed something, the shirt that had been too big for me when we were fighting, now fit all of the sudden. Marcia seemed to notice this about the same time I did. "Hey, look at your shit over there." She said, pointing at where my old clothes and shoes had been. Now, there was a purse and a pair of jeans, sitting beside some pink and white tennis shoes. I went over to have a better look, and to put on the rest of the clothes there, at least until I could cover myself better. I put the pants and the shoes on, which seem to fit me as well as the shirt did. I looked inside the purse, and found the usual stuff. There was a make-up bag, a plastic pink wallet, and some plastic thing that looked like it would hold a toothbrush. I opened the make-up bag first, so I could get a mirror to see myself. Sure enough, I was the exact image of Gretchen. I had her little button nose, the big honey colored eyes, and what I now unfortunately realized I had referred to as her "dick-sucking" lips. I also had her short blond hair, which had bits of grass in it, and had been tickling the back of my neck for a while now. I put that shit back up. I then opened the pink plastic wallet, which I found out was a Hello Kitty wallet that was pretty fuckin' old by the looks of it. I looked at the driver's permit. Fuck's sake, I'm a senior in high school and I don't have a driver's license. Anyway, the permit said that my name was in fact Tori Crowe. I lived at 142 Delta Terrace, in Glensdale, which was the next town over. This was pretty unfuckingbelieveable. In a matter of twenty minutes, a mealy-mouthed little fuck had stolen my parents, my life, my girlfriend, and my dick. All in one go. I was at the point of breaking down into another sob fest, when Gretchen came around the corner. "Goddamn it Tori!" She said with a sound of harsh impatience. "I've been looking for you since school let out. We've got to get home, we've got to change into our uniforms for the game tonight!" "Change..." I said, being honestly confused. "Yes, change you stupid bitch." She said in a way only a sister could get away with. "You are going to cheer tonight, aren't you?" The panic hit me harder than it should have perhaps. He didn't say anything about cheer leading when he changed me. That was just for the other guys! "I, I don't know if I'm feeling too good. Cough-Cough" I faked, hoping she would fall for it. "Yeah right! You know Luke will be pissed if you don't come for him tonight!" The thought surging through my brain at this point was who the hell is Luke, but the feeling in my gut, and something deep within my brain told me that he was my boyfriend. I thought I was going to puke right there. "Tell your little freshman wannabes good bye. We've got to split." Gretchen said. And with that, I gave a sad look back to the other guys as I started following my "sister" back to her car. They gave me the same look, as if we all knew that this would be one hell of a night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gabriel knew that Rebekah would be running again this afternoon. He had just left the other guys to their fate and was still laughing about it when he made it to the track. The track team didn't practice tonight, but he knew Rebekah would be there. He had come to watch her before from the edge of the woods, where he thought she wouldn't see him. Obviously, he had been wrong. This time, however, he was not attempting to hide himself at all. He leaned up against the supply shed for the grounds-keepers, watching her pass every couple of minutes. It was just him and her out there, and that was fine by him. It wasn't until her sixteenth pass that she actually stopped in front of him. She had probably run several miles on that track today, and she was hardly out of breath. If Gabriel had his way, shortly she would have trouble standing up without wheezing a bit. Gabriel had thought long and hard about the punishments for his tormenters. He had decided on turning the guys into women, because the irony was just too sweet. They had always used their size and stature to get what they wanted, and now, each of them is only around 5'5-5'6, and weighs maybe 110lbs. The only thing they'll be able to push around now is their tits. Troy got the worst of it, one because he was the leader, and therefore the reason things were done in the first place. And secondly, he knew that Troy had cheated on Rebekah with a lot more girls than just Gretchen, so it was only fitting that he become a sex-crazed bimbo. But Rebekah had been a difficult one. He had loved her all this time. Granted, he didn't know her, had only talked to her once, and she didn't even really know his name. But he had watched her, and fell in love with what he saw, but she ruined any mercy she would have received. He heard what she said, and knew that it was partly her fault that he got his ass kicked with extreme prejudice. Her punishment was to be filthy, disgusting, and fat. He hated to waste that beautiful hot little body, but he knew that destroying it was about the only way to really destroy her. He was going to make her weigh over 200lbs in all the wrong places. He was going to make her smell like body odor, no matter how many times she bathed, or how much perfume she used. And finally, he was going to make her desperately horny, but with the previous stipulations, no one would ever touch her again. He was going to do all those things, but then the argument happened. "Look you fucking pervert, you better get the fuck away from me before Troy shows up and stomps your skinny ass." She had said this with malice, but when your voice sounds like the melodic concourses of angels, it's hard to sound mean. "I don't think I'll have too much to worry about as far as Troy is concerned for a while." Gabe said coolly. Rebekah of course looked puzzled by this, but continued as if he had said nothing. "What the hell's your problem anyway? You can't find anything better to do than come out here and ogle me while I run. God, how fucking sick do you have to be to just stare at somebody you barely now for hours on end anyway. You don't think I didn't see you standing in the woods." She said again attempting to sound angry, but the sweet nectar that was her voice would not convey it properly. Gabe, though, had gotten the point, and was itching to get to his last wish. "I don't ogle you! I watch you because you're beautiful! Everything about you is beautiful. Or at least it was, until I found out what a cruel bitch you are. I never hurt you! And if you didn't want me looking, why didn't you ask me to stop?" Gabe released these words in anger, and began fingering the coin in his pocket. "Oh! I'm sorry. Did you fall in love" She held her hands up to her face, and began batting her lashes, obviously ridiculing him. "Well I've got a news flash for you, just because you think I have a nice ass doesn't mean you love me, OK? Do you know how many little bastards there are like you? Watching me eat lunch? Staring at me from the other side of the library? Putting notes in my locker? Hell, I figured I'd date the quarterback of the football team to get you little bastards to stop, but that doesn't seem to be enough!" She spat at him in retaliation. "Just because I don't know everything about you, doesn't mean I don't want to! Someone like you would never even give me the time of day!" He screamed at her, "You've always been popular, you've always had some hot guy that was hovering around you. Do you know how intimidating that can be? You wouldn't even give some people a chance, especially anyone like me! Because you're shallow, conceited, and entirely self-absorbed!" He was getting red in the face, she looked mildly taken aback, but didn't seem to want to give in. "So it's my fault that you're too chicken shit to talk to me?" She asked daringly, not waiting for an answer, "It's like I said, all of you are the same. Yeah, I might like you, if you would come up, look me in the eyes, not the chest, and say 'Hi, I've noticed you around school, and I think we might have a lot in common. Would you like to go out?' But no! I have to deal with assholes like Troy! Who are always trying to get in my pants, and have no idea what a real relationship is! So don't tell me what I will and will not do, you have no idea who I am!" He was fingering the coin absently in his pocket, twirling it around in his fingers. He was fidgety, she had a point, but he did too. "You don't know what it's like to like someone you know you have no chance with! God I wish you could just see what it's like to be me, then you'd have some idea of why people like you are so fucking hard to talk to!" He screamed at her. He noticed she looked shocked, but apparently not by his comments, she was looking down at his pocket. He looked down as well, but all too late did he realize what he had done. His right pocket glowed furiously and he pulled the coin out, the light emanating from it was so bright, he could hardly see. He instantly panicked. "No! No! That wasn't my wish! I didn't..." He didn't finish his thought. It was as if something had grabbed his head, and made it face Rebekah's. His head was stuck, he couldn't move it. His eyes were locked with her sky blue eyes, which were filled with terror. He noticed at the pupil, a light started to emanate from them. Then a bright flash as he felt the light hit his eyes, and then, darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name was Gabriel Martin I awoke to perhaps to one of the oddest sights one can see in life. I saw myself kneeling above me, with a frightened expression on my face, the pink/blue sky as a backdrop. "Greg? Greg?!" I said, looking concerned. Well, at least, my body said this, for I said nothing." Gary?... Gabe! Gabe! Are you OK?" "Unnhngh." Is all that came out. I think I hit my head. But something didn't sound right. For in that brief moment, I heard the melodic sounds of concourses of angels. And then it hit me. "Holy shit!" I said in alarm, but it was definitely not my voice that came out. It was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, and for the moment at least, it was mine. I sat up real quick and got a head rush, but I also noticed the gentle sway on my chest. It felt like something was holding on to me. I looked down and saw the most beautiful cleavage that anyone has ever seen. I then saw a hand pop me in the nose. "Watch it, asshole! Those aren't yours." My body said with a stern look. I realized that I could look pretty intimidating myself, if I tried. "Sorry, just surprised me." I said sheepishly. At that, my body helped me to my feet, and proceeded to start brushing dirt off my back and ass. To which, I smacked him in the face. "And that," Referring to the ass which I know owned, temporarily "is not yours. Right now, anyway." To which I was given an incredulous look. "What the hell did you do to us?" He asked. I had to crane my neck up a bit to look me in the eye. "How the hell do we change back?" "The coin!" I shrieked with a bit of joy."The coin that was in my hand. Where is it?" He started looking on the ground, and then reached down to pick it up. "Yes! That's it, give it here!' "Hold on, I'm looking at it." He said. I tried to reach up and grab it anyway, but he was taller than me by over a foot. "No, no little one, I'm still looking at it." He said this as he held it just out of my reach, obviously enjoying a feat that a 5'0 tall girl only gets to enjoy with small children. "You don't know how it works, or what it does." I said, sounding more childlike than I had intended. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea of what it does!" He snapped. But he did hand it over after that. The coin, upon inspection, seemed to have reverted to the point at which I had found it in the marsh. "Okay, maybe this will work." I said hopefully as I held the coin out at arms length, which now wasn't really that far. "I wish that Rebekah Spaulding and I were both returned to our correct bodies!" I closed my eyes, hoping against all hope that the coin would do it's magic. "It's doing something, but not like before." He said. I opened my eyes and looked. The coin was now in English on the back again. "You have enjoyed the gifts of Onderious the Wise. May all your wishes serve you well in this life and the one to come!" And with that the coin shined a bright blue, and was gone. "What the hell happened? Is it going to work?" He asked. "Um, Rebekah..." I said looking down at the ground. "I think we might be like this for a little while." I looked up at my former face, which now seemed to look as if the world was about to end. "I'm sure we can fix it!" I said, trying to be optimistic. "We just need time to do some research. I know what the coin is called, and I know what it does, so we might be able to find something on the web." I knew that finding out anything like this might be impossible, but I said this not just for her reassurance, but my own. I may have admired her body, but I sure as hell didn't want to live in it! "Look, we need to get the hell out of here. I, well, I guess you, have to go home. Mom and Dad will be expecting you to go to the game tonight. Where can we meet after you change?" He said, obviously thinking things out a little more clearly than I was at the moment. "My mom is out of town for the next two weeks, we can meet at my house. I'll drive over and tell your parents that I'm going to the game. We can sort this whole thing out there." I said, trying to get into the same frame of mind as her, but the whole time we'd been standing there, I had felt like I had a wedgie. I finally gave in and reached back there to pull it out, when I realized two things. One, I was touching the ass of the most beautiful women I had ever known, and it wasn't doing much for me. Two, She was wearing a thong, which meant constant wedgie. Rebekah looked irritated at first, and then realized what I was doing and sighed deep. "They're not coming out from there, so it will do you no good to keep digging, I have some regular panties you can change into at my house." She said looking down at me as if I were a child. "Fuck, you're going to have to shower in my body. I don't want you playing around with it, OK? And I will know if you have or not." I was pretty sure she was bluffing on that, but at the time, I had no real desire to so. "Fair enough, and I'll ask you to do the same." I said looking at her, er, him in the sternest way I could. "Now we do have a few problems here," she looked at me as if to say "a few problems" but I shrugged it off, "I don't know where you live, I don't know how to drive all that well, and I don't think I know enough about you to fool your parents." "Well, I think the first two problems are easily solved. I'll tell you where I live on the way to your house. Driving is easy; I'll teach you on the way to your house. And it won't be Mom and Dad that you have to worry about, it'll be Keylie." "What the hell is a Keylie?" I asked her in all seriousness. "Keylie is a whom, not a what. Well, sometimes anyway. Keylie is my 8 year old little brother. I'm going to let you know now that the best way to deal with him is to be a bitch." She said this looking directly at her old chest. I felt a little uncomfortable with his gaze, so I crossed my arms. Obviously recognizing the mistake, Rebekah quickly looked up to her former eyes. "Sorry, I know how irritating that can be. For some reason, I couldn't help but look at them." "It's OK, I guess. But back to the matter at hand. I really don't know how to be a 'bitch.' "When I said this she kind of snorted, like she was stifling a chuckle. "It's REAL easy. Basically, you take anything he does, and turn it into the worst case scenario. Let's say he asks you how your day was. You would respond 'None of your business you little troll,' making the most likely accurate assumption that he really doesn't care, but is looking for bait to make fun of you later." She said rather knowingly. Obviously, she had a lot of practice in the field. "Let's try one, I'll be Keylie. 'So how is Troy? Did you two make out today?' "She looked to me for a response, I thought of the worst one I could give. "He's having a little rough day, and as for the other, I don't think you'll have to worry about that." I said, trying to look "bitchy." She gave a stern look that said try again. I then said, "What I do with Troy is not of your concern munchkin, now get back to watching Carebears or something" I said, looking up at her optimistically. She seemed impressed. "That Carebears thing at the end will drive him nuts, so that's perfect. Now, let's get to each other's houses." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name was Rebekah Spaulding. Gabe is perhaps the worst driver known to man. I've tried very hard to live down the bad women driver thing, but if he stays in my body any longer, he will certainly ruin that record. He dropped me off at his house at a quarter til seven, the game started at eight, and fortunately he lives only ten minutes away from my house. I gave him all the details I thought he would need to survive as me. I was a little nervous going into Gabe's house by myself. I had this ominous feeling that it would be dark and something would be waiting for me inside. I mean, who knows where the hell he got that coin, or what kind of freaky shit he was into. I was a little taken aback when I came into the house. It was bright, and to my surprise again, exquisitely furnished. I looked around downstairs before heading up to take a shower. To be honest I was hoping to avoid it, but apparently Gabe gets a little sweaty. I noticed a lot of pictures of exotic locations from all over the world, and several framed covers of "National Geographic" framed the walls. Obviously, Gabe's mom was a photographer. I found a picture of Gabe, his mom, and his dad. Gabe couldn't have been more than two or three old when the picture was taken. I saw a framed degree in what appeared to be a library, an actual library in someone's house! If you lived in Ridgemont, you might understand my excitement a little more. Apparently Dr. Thadius Ranier Martin, who I assumed was Gabe's father, was an Archaeologist. I noticed several books in the library were written by a man of the same name, undoubtedly not a coincidence. After I had my fill of looking around, I decided it was time to do the worst. I went into Gabe's room and grabbed a towel, some jeans, a tee- shirt, and some boxers. I didn't want to walk around his house naked, for fear that someone might unexpectedly show up. I went into the bathroom that was across the hall from Gabe's room. It was lavishly decorated as well as the rest of the house, however the floor was covered in discarded boxer shorts, a definite gross out. I had to hop to avoid a particularly large pile of them. I turned on the water to the shower, and looked over at the toilet absently. The seat was up and it was still yellow in the bowl, apparently he had used it this morning and hadn't flushed. In disgust I flushed the bowl and closed the lid with my now huge foot. I was again hesitant to disrobe, but managed to do so anyway. I told myself that I wasn't going to look at anything, that I would keep my eyes closed and not look in the mirror, hopefully avoiding any sight of Gabe's naked body. But the thought occurred to me that I might step on something nasty, so I opened my eyes, to peek down and see if I was going to step on anything, when I saw it. It was massive. I hadn't seen many penises in my day, but I had seen enough to know that this was not normal. Gabe was far from average as far as length goes. I couldn't help but stare at it for at least a minute. The more I thought about his penis, the weirder I felt. It was almost like I was getting turned on, but there was an absence of warmth down there. There was just a tightness behind the penis. And then it started becoming erect! I tried to hold it down, or push it back in, but it just kept growing! The more I touched it, the bigger it got. I was getting freaked out to say the least. It finally stopped and it was rock hard. I thumped it out of curiosity. It bounced slightly, but went right back into rigid position. It was the oddest sensation. I suddenly felt a little light headed. I think this think was pulling all the blood out of my head. I mean Gabe's head. I stepped into the shower, and started trying to not think about it. I tried thinking about things that normally turned me off. I thought about how fat I looked in those jeans I bought the other week. That didn't help at all; it actually might have made matters worse. I thought about that weird piercing that Gretchen got on her clit. She showed it to me one time and I thought I was going to puke, Gretchen can be a perv sometimes. But this made it even worse. I then realized that the body was reacting to the thoughts, not my mind. So I started thinking of things that usually turn me on. I thought of Troy's rock hard abs, and the way he used to grab my ass and give it a little squeeze, right before he lunged into a kiss. Oh shit! That wasn't working either. That just made me horny. I had to relieve the pressure. I started rubbing his penis up and down. As I did, I felt my new body start rocking rhythmically back and forth with the motion of my hand. I started going faster, and realized that the friction was starting to burn, so I looked around frantically in the shower until I found some Old Spice body wash. I popped the top and poured some into my right hand and dropped the bottle. I started rubbing the member faster now. I was stroking it very quickly, and I found that if I moved my hand to left or right, bending the penis a little, it made the sensation so much better. I felt it coming, just a little longer. It seemed like something was holding me back. I started to lose it, quickly I thought of myself looking in the mirror in my bedroom naked, something I did rather frequently, with that image in my mind, I reached climax. I felt drained. I could barely stand. The stringy, sticky substance was not only just on my hand, but on my dick, and I mean Gabe's penis, as well. I didn't feel like moving, but I washed the rest of it off anyway. I cleaned up, dried off, stepping on pretty much anything on the floor now, and put on the clothes I had picked out earlier. I wrapped Gabe's hair up in the towel like I usually did with my own. I had to admit, it looked a little funny, but Gabe's hair was long enough to require it. Though, somehow I doubted that he did this. I was so drained after my little experimentation, that I laid down on Gabe's bed, and went fast to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Name was Gabriel Martin I'm a little surprised that it took me so long to master driving. I thought that my wish for success would have made it easier, but apparently I still have to work at something for a bit to be the best. I think I finally got the hang of it about a mile away from Rebekah's house. As a pulled into the driveway, I was a little surprised. My house was far larger than Rebekah's, and my mom and I are the only ones who live there. This place housed four people, in half the space. As I got out of the car, there was a little boy who was smirking, and looked ready to pounce. This, I presumed, was Keylie. "Why are you getting home so late? I bet you were making out with some guy!" he said as he began imitating what a child believes making out looks like. "Why no, dear brother, I was saving all my hugs and kisses for you!" I said with a devilish grin. To this, his face became flush with terror and he ran into the backyard screaming. I was quite proud of myself for that one. I entered the house and was immediately greeted with pictures of my new self, along with the little monster I met outside. There were pictures of the family, random pictures of Rebekah and Keylie, and then of course there were the trophies and awards. I started to think how odd it was that my mother was a photographer, and yet I think that there were only a few pictures of the family in the house. Their house definitely seemed a lot more cozy than mine. "Bekah, is that you?" I heard a woman's voice from somewhere in the house. "Uh, yeah. It's me." Sortof, I thought as I said the words aloud. "Well, hurry up and get ready, dinner is almost ready and you know how your dad is about not being late for the game!" "Um, OK. But I have to meet somebody before I go to the game" I said. Suddenly, the woman I'd been talking to appeared before me from a side door. She had a smile on her face. "Oh, really?" She questioned. "this 'somebody' isn't a boy is it?" She said teasingly. "Oh, uh, yeah, but it's not anything like that." I said defensively. "I didn't say anything!" She said, as she started to slide back into the other room, with a big grin on her face. "I just thought it would be nice to see you go out with a boy again, that's all. It's been months." At this, I was a little puzzled. Had Rebekah not told her mom about Troy. I decided it best not to say anything. "Well, I'm going to take a shower..." I said as I bolted up the stairs. I started opening doors to see where the bathroom was, and of course where Rebekah's room was. I found a closet and perhaps the messiest bedroom I had ever seen, before I found Rebekah's room at the end of the hall. I was a bit taken aback at how 'girlie' the room was. I mean, I had expected it to be a little feminine, but this was GIRLIE. The walls were some sort of pink wallpaper that had obviously been here since childhood. There were posters of vaguely familiar boy band members littering the walls, not to mention three collages, all of which included pictures of Rebekah at all sorts of different places and ages. I noticed that there were pictures in which Rebekah was with two very attractive blonde girls, twins, I noticed. It all made sense to me now. Reality was adjusting itself to my wishes. It wouldn't make sense for Tori Crowe to just magically appear as a twin to Gretchen. No, it would have had to always be like that. But why did I still remember everything, and why did Troy, Rebekah, and the other guys remember everything. I pondered this for a few seconds, I had noticed I found it a lot easier to think things out since I had been in Rebekah's body. Not that I was smarter, I just thought faster. After careful thought, I assumed that since I had intended my wishes as punishment that it would do no good for the people affected to not know that anything was different. The coin must've assumed that I meant to punish Rebekah with my last wish as well, which is why we all still remember everything. That was the best I could come up with. This was all too much to concentrate on. I decided I would need to hurry up and take a shower. I rifled through Rebekah's closet and drawers until I found a pair of light blue panties, a light blue bra, a white tee-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a ridiculously large sweater. I took this and a towel into the bathroom. I certainly didn't want to have to move around from room to room naked. I found that the bathroom was littered in little boy's underwear, and all sorts of toys. Apparently Keylie was a little slob. The bathroom was dimly lit and was decorated in the ugliest shades of green and blue imaginable. It was then I decided that the Spauldings had very poor decorating skills. I looked in the shower, but only saw a sliver of soap and a bottle of Shampoo/Conditioner. Thinking about this a little, I decided that with Rebekah's hair and skin, that their must be something else. I looked in the cabinet underneath the sink. I found there a box of tampons, perhaps the most scary thing I had seen yet, and a basket containing all sorts of things. I found some body wash, some weird spongy thing, some really nice shampoo and conditioner, and other various items. I turned on the faucet in order to let the water heat up a bit. It was odd that I had always wanted to see Rebekah naked, yet I was now reluctant to remove her clothes. I began slowly by taking off the tee shirt I had put on when I had gotten in her car. Underneath was the sports bra that held everything in place. I slipped her petite fingers underneath the bottom of the bra, and slowly pulled up. I couldn't help but stare at the wonderful things I had unleashed. I reached up and placed a hand on my, her, left breast, and lifted slightly. I felt a little rush as her nipple became erect. I decided that I had better not do anything else. After all, I was in a bit of a hurry, and I felt that I may be headed down a long road if I dawdled further. I hurriedly pulled down my shorts and the thong at the same time, making sure not to glance down at what I knew was waiting between my new legs. I stepped inside the shower/tub and turned the faucet to shower mode. Nothing happened. The water was still coming from the tap. I turned it each way and still nothing happened. I figured that the shower must be broken, so I pulled the lever to fill the tub with water. The last time I had taken a bath, I was six. I somewhat dislike sitting in a stew of my own filth, but I didn't have time to try to 'fix' the shower, and I knew I needed to wash. I slowly sat down in the tub, and noticed that it was huge by comparison to my little body. HER little body. After all this thing was temporary. I looked over at the basket I had set on the floor, and noticed a bottle of some bubble bath. I figured that the bubble bath would not only hide my new body, but might help get me clean quicker. I poured some of the bubble bath at the point where the water was entering the tub. It smelled of raspberries, which was a pleasant, soothing smell. As the tub started to fill with bubbles and water, I noticed that the water seemed to be really soft, there must've been some kind of lotion or oil in the bubble bath that made it this way. I slowly slid down the tub until I was completely submerged in the water. I then re-emerged and pushed the long wet hair away from my face. I reached over and grabbed the body wash and the weird spongy thing, I thought that I could use the spongy thing as a buffer between my hand and body. I saturated the sponge with the body wash and began to rub it over my new creamy white skin. I looked down and noticed that the bubbles weren't right up against me, so I could see two beautiful orbs floating along in the water, I closed my eyes so I wouldn't get aroused and started to wash them. Immediately my nipples became pert. I could feel a warmth in between my legs, but I just kept massaging my breasts. I couldn't help it, it felt too good to stop. I slowly made my way down my body until I had reached the thing I had feared the most. I just wanted to touch it. Just once. So I let go of the sponge and began to probe it with my finger. I felt chills up my spine as I hit one spot. I found it again, and couldn't stop. I rubbed the odd little piece of my new anatomy with the tips of my fingers. I rubbed up and down, side to side, in little circles. I was the master of pleasure! So much joy at my finger tips! I could feel giant burst of energy surging through my lithe little body. I felt as though I were on the precipice of something monumental. I started rubbing harder, faster, harder, and faster and then.... BOOM BOOM BOOM! "I HAVE TO PEE!" came a little voice outside the door, screaming at the top of its lungs. Oh that little bastard! "GO OUTSIDE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I screamed louder than I had wanted, but he ruined the best thing I had ever experienced. If he had been within arms reach, I would've killed him. "I'M TELLING!" He said loudly. "If you do, I'll hug and kiss you until your eyes pop out!" Hoping the trick would work again, unfortunately I heard his footsteps patter down the hall and him yelling something muffled down the stairs. I was really not as much worried about what he was doing as I was the time. Lord knows how much time I had spent in the tub. I quickly finished washing, trying hard to avoid "arousal spots" and stepped out of the tub and began drying off. Everything felt so soft, apparently my skin was very receptive and could feel everything. It must've taken me at least seven or eight minutes just to get my hair dry, and even still it wasn't completely dry. Rebekah has noticeably thicker hair than I do. I then set to the task of putting on my clothes. The panties and jeans were a breeze. The silk panties felt so much nicer than that god- awful thong that I had been wearing. As for the bra, it took a few minutes to get it on just right. I tried for about five minutes to hook it in the back before giving up and putting it backwards around my waist, hooking it, turning it back around, putting my arms through and stuffing my new appendages into the cups. I'm sure that Rebekah had never put on a bra this way, and hopefully I would never have to do it again. I pulled on the tee-shirt, which clung tightly to my skin, showing off my endowments nicely. This, of course, not being my goal, I threw on the big red sweater. It looked silly, I even had to push up the sleeves a little bit to let my hands out, but it hid my new breasts and cute ass very well. I managed to sneak out of the house, skipping dinner and whatever consequences might have come from cussing out that little imp. I could only hope that I would not have to endure the life of the girl of my dreams much longer... I'm planning on continuing this story, but of course I'd like some more input from the readers as to what direction the story might need to go in. This being only my fledgling attempts at writing fiction, I can only go on the feedback of those reading it to tell if it is enjoyable. Any and all criticism will be taken seriously, and hopefully will be addressed in any further works to come. I did not mean to take so long in getting back to this, but I didn't think that my first story was posted, so sorry for the wait if I kept you in suspense.