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Girl Problems By Justin Felder "I still don't understand why it takes you so long," Justin shouted from outside Miranda's dorm. "If you won't accept it just does, then there's nothing to tell you," Miranda shouted back, finishing her mascara. "But you haven't told me anything. Maybe if I had an answer, I wouldn't seem so impatient." "Seem? You are impatient." "I am not impatient! You take too long! Evan do you think I'm impatient?" Evan Masters was Justin's roommate and best friend since he enrolled at Felder University at the beginning of the semester. "I don't think you're impatient," Evan answered. "Thank you. See?" He turned to Evelyn as he gestured his hands to make a point. "You just want everything done yesterday. There's nothing wrong with that." "You make me sick. Well Evelyn, answer me this. How come it doesn't take you this long to get ready?" Evelyn Masters was Miranda's raven-haired, green-eyed roommate and friend ever since she moved in at the beginning of the semester. However, she wasn't related to Evan. "I started sooner. I must have started like five this afternoon." "What takes you girls so long anyway?" Evan asked. "It all depends. Most of the time it's girl stuff." Evelyn shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you. It's just a female thing." "Whatever. I just hope we don't miss the start of the movie." Justin looked down at his watch. As far as he was concerned, they were making good time. After all, he'd accounted for how long Miranda would take. "Okay, I'm finished." Miranda came out of the dorm room fully dressed and ready to go. "How do I look?" Justin didn't have words for the way Miranda looked. For some strange reason, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had no idea what it was; maybe the way her makeup was done, maybe it was the average t-shirt and jeans she was wearing. All he knew was he couldn't stop staring. "Not bad," he forced himself to say. "Now can we get going?" "Okay. Man, what's your problem?" Miranda asked as she went off with Evelyn. "What is your problem?" Evan asked. "I'm in love with Miranda," Justin answered. "That wasn't the response I'd had in mind," Miranda said as she hit the elevator button. She looked down the hall at Justin and Evan. They seemed to be deep in conversation. "Jeez, Justin can be such an idiot sometimes. 'Not bad.' He knows I'm smoking." "What's it to you?" Evelyn asked. The elevator had arrived, and she stepped in, holding the door open for the guys to catch up. "I like him, okay?" "You like who, Justin?" Miranda sighed. "Yes. For a long time. Probably since high school." "So why don't you tell him?" "I was kind of hoping he could just read the signs." "You and I both know he isn't going to catch your vibe. Justin doesn't have ESP, and if he did, he's still too stupid to use it. Is that the reason you're all dressed up?" "You noticed? Justin sure didn't." "Of course not," Evelyn laughed. "He's a guy." Justin and Evan caught up to the elevator to catch Miranda and Evelyn giggling to each other. "What's so funny?" Justin asked. "Nothing," a grinning Miranda answered. "So what are we going to see?" Justin looked at the elevator counting down floors. "Whatever they're going to show in the quad." Miranda playfully slapped Justin on the arm, but she wasn't being playful. "You cheap skate. I forgot all about movie night." "Well that's not my fault, now is it?" Justin Stevens and Miranda Davis were the best of friends. They'd been that way ever since they'd met each other between houses in the same neighborhood when they were both eight years old. Over the years, they became such good friends they decided to attend the same college: Felder University near Newberry, South Carolina. "I don't know what it is," Justin continued, looking over at Miranda. She was seated on a blanket with Evelyn, not far from him and Evan. "She's smart, and funny. I don't mean like standard romantic comedy smart and funny, I mean like she actually has a sense of humor and she's going to do well in life. Her smile lights up a room. She knows just what to say at the right time. She's been there for me my entire life so far. I want to spend the rest of it with her." The phone in the dorm room of Justin and Evan rang. Justin picked it up since he was nearest to it. "What's up? You're on with Justin." Justin liked to answer his phone as though he were the host of a radio talk show. It irritated every single person he knew. Miranda nearly stared a hole through Evelyn, hoping she'd get the vibes screaming for help she gave off. "What do I say?" "Start with 'hi' or something." "Hey Justin. What's up?" She'd never been so nervous in a conversation with Justin her whole life. "Nothing much," he calmly replied. "Watching Toledo play Marshall. What's with you?" "Nothing special. Listen. We have to talk. What are you doing tomorrow?" "I'm going home to visit my folks. Most likely just my sister. I'm pretty sure my parents have some reason why they won't be there. You want to come along? Maybe we'll find some time there." "I don't know. I'll have to see if I'm available." Miranda put the phone on the bed and gestured toward Evelyn. "Available for what?" "Justin wants me to come home with him for the weekend." "And the problem is..." Apparently there is no problem. Miranda picked up the phone. "Yeah, I can come. When are you leaving?" "Tomorrow, after my classes. You know my schedule, right?" "Of course. See you then." Miranda hung up the phone. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Now was that so hard?" Evelyn asked. Miranda shot her a cold look. "Dude, who was it?" Evan asked. "It was Miranda," Justin answered. "What was it about?" "She asked me what I was doing tomorrow. She wants to join me when I go back home for the weekend." "That's great. Now you and Miranda can get together and share your feelings." "Evan, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop listening to those call-in radio counselors!" Friday came and Justin went to all his classes. By the time he was finished, Miranda was waiting at the car with a small bag of her personal belongings. He opened the door for her, then went back to his side and let himself in. After stopping at Justin's dorm, the two of them went back to the town of Newberry to Justin's home. Just as he'd expected, only Justin's older sister Jane greeted them. After hugging Jane, he asked the obvious question. "Where are they?" "Atlanta," she answered. "Southern Sports Report, you know." The Southern Sports Report was the name of the sports news broadcast that came on every night at 10 o'clock on FSN South, a regional sports cable network. Every once in a while, they flew to Atlanta, Georgia, where the show is produced, to sit behind the anchor desk. When they didn't host, they covered the Carolinas in on-location reports. Miranda came in behind Justin, and Jane hugged her as well. "Long time no see," she said. Then she whispered something in her ear as she took her bag. "Are you two going together yet?" "Sorry to disappoint you," Miranda said, smiling softly. "That's okay. It'll happen soon enough." Jane took Miranda's bag upstairs, where a guest room was waiting. "What have you been up to Justin?" she shouted from halfway upstairs. Justin had sat down in front of the television and started channel surfing. "Nothing special," he shouted back. By the time Jane heard Justin's answer, she was coming down the stairs. "How about you Miranda?" Miranda's constant polite, yet unsure smile could easily be mistaken for blushing. "Not much here, either." "Man you guys are boring. You want something to drink?" "Water's fine." "Bud," Justin answered. He didn't even have to turn around; he could feel the stare of Jane bore into him. "I mean, Coke." Jane was happy that her little brother was over 21, but as far as she was concerned, he was 10 and she had to take care of him. "Okay," Justin shouted into the kitchen, "we're boring. What's going on with you then?" "You know same old stuff. I'm currently working on a new weight-loss product." Miranda raised an eyebrow. "How does it work?" Jane returned to the living room with a glass of water in one hand in a Coca-Cola can in the other. She handed Miranda the glass and Justin the can. "Well, you know how you see those commercials on TV about medications that are supposed to 'assist' you in losing weight and claim not to be miracle drugs? Well this is a miracle drug." "How long does it take to work?" "You'll notice a difference in less than 24 hours." "So the weight just disappears?" Justin asked. Suddenly the college football top 25 didn't seem so important. "You mentally pick a weight, and the product meets it." "So no diet or exercise is necessary? You just take a pill and go from fat to thin?" "Actually, it's not a pill." Jane reached into her pocket. "Right now it's a liquid." She pulled out her prototype stash. "No way. You've got to be kidding." "I'm totally serious." Justin took it from her and examined it. It had a blue liquid in it. It was semi-transparent, like food coloring. "We've tested it on various animals and noticed significant losses in body weight within hours. It's still in the early stages of development, but nothing harmful is in it. Worst case scenario is nothing will happen at all." Miranda couldn't take her eyes off the liquid. "I can stand to lose a few pounds. Can I try it?" "Actually, I don't think it's safe to test on females yet. But we have no problems with males. Besides, Justin's my little guinea pig." It was true. Whenever her company came up with something and when it was time for human testing, Jane always had a sample for her baby brother. "I don't know, Jane. The last thing I took of yours made me sick for a week." Jane mock sighed. "Okay then. I see your point. I guess now would be a good time to tell you not to drink your coke because I already put some in it." Justin immediately spit out what was in his mouth at the moment. "You what?!" "Oh don't be so surprised. You knew I was going to do that. I do it all the time. You think I keep offering you something to drink out of the goodness of my heart?" "This is what I can't stand about you. It's late and I had a long drive. If you two will excuse me, I'm going to bed. Hopefully I'll still be alive!" Justin headed up the stairs. "I already told him, worst case scenario is nothing will happen." "I have something to tell you," Miranda said. Jane put a finger to her lips and quieted Miranda who was overjoyed with excitement and anticipation. It was the first time she'd seen Jane wake Justin up for one of her surprise breakfasts. Jane slowly nudged the door open to catch a peek of Justin sleeping. She screamed at what she saw. "What is it?" Miranda whispered, wondering what riled Jane up. "I think Justin lost too much weight," Jane answered. She beckoned for Miranda to come in. She came in and found herself screaming as well. Jane shushed her again. "That's not Justin!" Miranda whispered. "Who the hell is this?" "It's Justin," assured Jane. "He's a girl now, that's all." "How do you know?" "Because she's wearing nothing but boxers. What kind of girl do you know sleeps topless?" "You have a point. But how did this happen?" "That's what I aim to find out." Justin woke up rather easily after Jane shook him a few times. "Justin? Don't freak out, but I found a side-effect in my serum. It turned you into a woman." Justin laughed. "You're kidding, right?" Jane's face was blank as she shook her head. Justin realized that maybe she was telling the truth. It wasn't too far fetched of an idea when it came to Jane. He threw off his covers and ran into the bathroom. Jane shut her eyes and waited on the inevitable. A loud shriek came from the bathroom, followed by short bursts of shrieks. Jane ran in to find Justin staring at his reflection, screaming. An undressed gorgeous beauty with teased crimson hair was staring herself in the face, her stunning green eyes wide open and her thin, dark brown eyebrows arched. She looked down at the breasts that rested out in front of her, only removing her arm to peek for a second before quickly covering them again. She placed her thumb in the waistband of her boxer shorts and pulled it out, revealing her lower area, and decided that was the last time she'd look down there. The woman turned to the side and stood on her tiptoes, and grasped a handful of her buttocks and gasped once more for measure. "What happened to me? It's like...it's like I'm a woman!" Justin ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the ends like the women do in shampoo commercials. "Yeah, this is the side-effect I spoke of." "Side-effect? This is a little more than a side-effect." "I know. I'm sorry." "Are you? Because you turned me into a woman. If I wanted to become a woman, I would have talked to a surgeon!" "How did he take it?" Miranda asked as she ran in. "Not well," Justin answered. "Do you see this?" He gestured at his body. "Yeah. I have to admit I'm kind of jealous." Justin put on a fake smile. "That makes me feel so much better," he said sarcastically. Then he turned to Jane. "What are you going to do about this?" "I'll have to run a few tests so I can figure out how to change you back. I'll need a sample of your blood." Jane ran out of the bathroom. "So, what does it feel like?" Miranda asked. "It feels awful," Justin answered. "I find that just a little hard to believe. "There are many advantages to being a woman." "Like carrying heavy boobs all the time?" "There are different ways to look at that." Jane came back about ten seconds later with a needle. "Hold still." "Hey!" Justin screamed. "You scream like a girl." Miranda couldn't help but laugh at herself. "Well you would too if...never mind. That really hurt." "That's because your feminine skin is more sensitive than it was when you were a man," Jane said, loading a test tube with Justin's blood. "You'll notice a lot of things are different about you. I'll go to the lab and get started on these tests." "That's a great idea. I'll stay here and wait for your call. You can let me know what you find." "Actually, you'll have to come with me, since I'm not sure if I'll actually need you or not." "That means Justin has to get ready, doesn't it?" Justin noticed that Jane and Miranda had a certain look in their eyes. It was one that meant something bad for him. "Yes it does. I'll start on him. You go get ready." "Wait! Start what on Justin?" "You know how much I hate you right now?" "I thought I told you to shut-up," Jane muttered through her teeth. "I can't apply lipstick while you talk." "Well don't apply it!" "You are too beautiful to go anyplace without any kind of make-up." "Is that so? Well, we all know who we can thank for that." "Look, I already said I was sorry. Why do you have to be such an asshole?" "Because I have you for a sister. Are you anywhere near finished?" "I'm finished," Jane said. She put down the lip liner pencil and picked up an eye shadow case. "Took long enough." Justin touched his lips and frowned at the substance on his fingers. "What the hell is this?" "Shut-up Justin. Close your eyes." Jane started to put eye shadow on as she began to speak. "Look, I know what I did was wrong. It was a mistake, and I didn't mean for it to happen. You know didn't have to tell you that I spiked your coke. I could have left you like this, wondering what stupid thing you might have done. Aren't you at least satisfied that you know what caused this?" "Of course I am. I know how I suddenly became a woman overnight. Very reassuring." Jane was officially finished with Justin. She sighed deeply and looked over at Miranda sitting on the bed; she seemed concerned for Justin's safety. "Miranda, will you please talk to him?" Jane put down the eye shadow case. "Justin," Miranda started, her voice sort of stern like a parent, "you've never wondered what it's like to be a girl?" "The way you people complain? No way." Miranda stood up, her arms firmly crossed over her chest. "Bull. What about last night when you wondered what was taking me so long to come out of the dorm?" She looked down at her watch. "Jane's been working on you for at least fifteen minutes." "And for what?" Jane stood up from her kneeling position and turned her swiveling salon chair towards the vanity. "See for yourself," she said. Justin looked at his reflection in the mirror and realized, even though the first time he saw himself the woman was pretty hot, he would much rather date someone that looked like the one he saw now. "Wow," he whispered. Miranda walked over to Jane. They slapped each other high- fives. Justin turned the chair around to face them. "Okay, so I know why you wear make-up. But that was all I really wanted to know. Nothing else really bugs me as much." "Not even why we wear bras?" Jane asked, searching the drawers of her dresser. She pulled out a black brassiere and showed it to Justin. He looked at it almost frighteningly. "Not really." "You're lying. Take off that robe." Justin sighed and took off the robe he was wearing, which was his for the record. It dropped to the chair and the ends fell to the floor around his ankles. He held out his arms, letting Jane slip the bra over them and around his chest. She fastened the buckles and then smiled at her handiwork. Justin reached for his back, trying to figure out how the ends connected. "How did you do that so fast?" "After doing it for almost ten years, you get used to it. I think you can put the panties on yourself." Miranda giggled at the joke. Justin took a sarcastic approach to it. "Ha-ha. Very funny." "What do you want to wear?" Jane asked, walking towards the closet. Justin got up from the chair and went to the closet. He eyed Jane's wardrobe and raised his eyebrow at the variety of apparel. He'd never even seen his sister wear half of this stuff. He couldn't imagine her in it, either. "I have no idea," Justin said. "Miranda?" "It's warm outside," commented Miranda. "How about a skirt?" "A what?" Justin never expected either one of them to come up with that answer. "Yeah, and a midriff top," Jane added. "Both of you are out of your minds if you think that I'm leaving this house half naked." Justin should have known that his sister and his best friend didn't take no for an answer, and were down right devious when they worked together. They somehow coerced Justin into a pink short sleeve polo shirt and blue low-rise jeans. "I don't like these jeans," he said, looking down at himself. "You can see my belly button. And do I have to leave these buttons open?" "Yes you do," Jane demanded. She stood there with her arms crossed, staring at Justin like an artist over finished work. "I don't know what you're complaining about. You have abs like in those exercise commercials, and your boobs are huge. You have socks, right?" Justin went across the hall to the room he occupied before he left for college. There were still items that he wore whenever he had to come back for a holiday or emergency. He went to his armoire and found some socks in his sock drawer. He was surprised to find out how big they were. "Do they still fit?" Miranda asked. "Not as well as I thought they would." "In that case, he probably can't wear his monster sized sneakers either," Jane said to Miranda rather quietly. The two laughed at that joke. "What's so funny?" Justin yelled from his room. "Um, nothing. Come out here so we can find a pair of shoes." Justin met up with Jane and Miranda in front of a closet in the hallway. "Your shoes aren't in the closet?" Justin pointed to Jane's room. "There is no way all my shoes will fit in there." Jane opened the door and sure enough, there were more than enough shoes than made sense for any one person to own. Miranda instantly took out a pair of all white Nike Air Force One sneakers. They were the low top kind, without a Velcro strip. "How about these?" "Cool," Justin said, smiling for the first time since he'd transformed. "I didn't know you had a pair of these." "Who doesn't?" Jane asked. Justin dropped to the floor like a kid in a toy store, causing the floor to tremble a little. He slipped the shoes on his feet, laced them up and examined them in almost record time. "I thought it would be forever until I was able to wear another pair." "Your brother sure has a thing for shoes," Miranda commented. Jane nodded, seeing a whole new side of Justin. "Buddy, you're going to need something to tie your hair." "What for? It's sexy." "It's not sexy. It's wild. Get up. I'm going to have to work on it. I knew I forgot something." "Let me do Justine's hair," Miranda pleaded. "You got to do her make- up." "Well you did her clothes." "We did her clothes. You had a hand in it, too." "Hold it." Justin stood up and interrupted what seemed to be a brooding argument. "What did you just call me?" "Justine," Jane cheerfully answered. "It makes sense since it sounds so much like your old name." "But Justin is my name. I don't have an old name; I don't have a new name. I have the name Justin." "Yeah," Miranda added, "but we can't call you that when you obviously look like a girl." Jane nodded in agreement. Justin sighed as he lost another argument. "Okay, but don't overuse it. Just remember you never called my old name twenty times a day." "No problem, Justine. Now get back in that vanity chair. I'll give you a ponytail and touch it up a little." Justin sat in a chair as Jane wrote down notes and watched tubes spin around in a machine. He'd seen the inside of Jane's laboratory, but it fascinated him every time. The company Jane worked for was really affluent, manufacturing 3 of the top 5 selling pharmaceutical products in the United States. Because of this, Jane had a high-tech facility for which to research and manufacture pharmaceuticals. "It turns out this formula wasn't as harmless as I thought," Jane said, examining her notes. "No kidding," Justin replied. "It turns out I miscalculated certain variables of the human genome which altered your genetic make-up as well as dissipate the weight." "Which means...?" "I can create an antidote, but it won't be immediately. Call me later on, like this evening." "This evening? You mean I have to stay like this all day?" "I'm afraid so." Miranda pulled out her cell phone and started to dial someone. "What are you doing?" "I'm calling Evan and Evelyn," she said. "I want to see if they can meet us at the mall." "No way. I'm not going anywhere like this." "Why not? You look stunning." "I feel funny." "There's nothing to be afraid of. Come on." Justin thought about it for a moment. "Okay." "Good. Call one of us on the cell if you find something, okay?" Evan Masters sat in the Clover Mall food court with his eerily close friend Evelyn Masters. She wasn't Evan's sister, but for some reason they had the same last name and could be perceived to be siblings. They would always deny it in a heartbeat like such a thing was never possible. But deep down, they knew it was. Especially since they disagreed on so many things. Like for example why they were at the mall. Evan dragged Evelyn along because he felt that whatever Miranda needed to tell him about Justin, she should be notified as well. Evelyn, on the other hand, believed that she didn't care about Justin or his whereabouts and that she had more important things to tend to, such as maintaining her grades. "I don't know why I put up with you," Evelyn said, looking around. "Because our friends know each other," reminded Evan. "Besides, it's not like you were doing anything important." "I was studying, thank you very much." "Like I said, unimportant." Evelyn flipped Evan the bird as she narrowed her eyes at him. Evan caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman walking his way in polo shirt, jeans and sneakers. She tripped over her own feet and stumbled for a few steps before regaining her balance. She was with Miranda. Evelyn turned around and noticed who he was looking at. "Who is that with Miranda?" she asked. He was at a loss for words when the tall, gorgeous redhead sat down next to him at the small, four-seated square table. He never noticed Miranda sit down across from her. "Hi guys," Miranda said. "Hi," Evan responded. He wanted to smile, but he was having a hard time not blushing. Evelyn furrowed her eyebrow at the mysterious young woman who couldn't seem to get the compact mirror out of her face. She was busy feeling her lips, as if she'd never worn Maybelline Wet Shine lipstick in Pink Pout before. "Exactly who is this anyway?" she asked. "It's Justin," Miranda answered. "Well, that's what resulted when Jane gave Justin this serum she made. You guys know what Jane does, so I don't have to explain that, right?" Evan and Evelyn nodded. "So anyway, this is the latest thing she's working on. It's going to revolutionize weight loss forever. No exercise, no dieting, no gastric bypass or liposuction. It's brilliant...except for the changing into a girl part. But Jane's working on that right now isn't she Justin?" Justin halted for a moment and gave his childhood friend a cold stare before going back to the compact. "He's not very happy with the situation. Probably because Jane and I dressed him up." As Miranda and Evelyn conversed about Jane's new drug, Evan continued to stare at Justin. As time went on, he became more curious than attracted. "Justin? Is that really you in there?" "Yes," he said calmly in his softest feminine voice. He was unable to leave his face alone after he left the house. He quickly crossed his legs as he realized he was in an impolite position. This brought the smooth, tanned skin underneath the table to Evan's attention. "Oh man. You are so hot, it's not even funny." Justin gave Evan a stare much like the one he gave Jane earlier, only it wasn't cold, just surprising. "You know, there are other girls around here. Real girls. Girls that actually like guys." "Yeah, but they aren't as pretty as you are." He leaned in close to Justin's face and smiled. "Oh, stop." Justin smiled and became flirtatious. "But I could go on forever." Justin's smile disappeared. "But I said stop, so stop." "I promised Evelyn I'd buy her something to eat, so as long as you guys don't try and rob me blind, I can cover all of you, as well. So what do want?" Justin looked around and noticed a particularly young guy at a Wendy's food court booth. He suddenly remembered what he was like at that age, willing to do anything for a pretty girl. Things like giving her extra food without charging her for it. "Let me handle this one," Justin said, smiling. "I have an idea." It looked like a typical Wendy's menu. It sat high on its wall above the kitchen, displaying all the items that could be prepared at a moment's notice, as well as the moderate fee charged for each of them. There were hamburgers, chicken sandwiches, salads, baked potatoes, beverages, and the super value menu where every item cost 99 cents. There were really only three things that Justin ever bothered to order. There was the Homestyle Chicken Fillet combo with a Coca-Cola to drink, a Bacon Cheeseburger Classic with fries and a drink all coming to $2.97 before tax, or Chicken Nuggets from the super value menu. It wasn't really hard for Justin to decide; it all depended on how much money was in his pocket. This time however was different. Justin figured the crazy things boys would do for girls would be in his favor for once. Justin flashed a smile that if he were still a guy, would have any girl looking at it slapping him across the face for being so cocky. "Hi," he said, imaging how such a voice would make him shudder in high school. "I can't decide what I want. You have any suggestions?" The guy broke his stare from the woman in front of him and took a moment to look down at the cash register. "We have a new array of combo choices," he suggested. "You look like the salad type." The woman stretched, extending her arms fully and arching her back. Her shirt slid up to reveal her tummy. Her flat, sexy tummy. "You think so? I've never really been into salads. They're too green, if that makes any sense." Justin had heard the expression when people referred to the taste of vegetables, but he didn't make any sense. Somehow though, he knew it would to this young man. "Do I look like the salad type?" he asked. The young man shook his head. "No ma'am," he answered. "You don't look like the salad type." "What type do I look like?" the woman cooed, leaning in closer to the counter to give the young man an ample look at her cleavage. "You...look like the attractive type." "Thank you," Justin replied, as if he didn't see that coming. He took the coo out of his voice and returned to a normal tone. "I'll have four Big Bacon Classic value meals." "And what would you like to drink with those value meals?" "Coke for all four of them. Say, how much would that come to? I just realized I don't have as much money as I thought I did." "Well, how much do you have?" Justin opened his wallet. The young man obviously thought it was strange for a woman to be carrying a wallet in her jeans based on the way he looked at him. "I can pay for the Big Bacon Classics." "I'll take care of the rest," he said. "Can you do that? I don't want to get you fired. You look like you're doing a great job." "No, it's no problem. I'm just use some of these 'free fries and drink with a burger' coupons we have lying around. I'm not supposed to give them out, but for you, I don't think the manager will mind." "Thanks, you're a doll." And on impulse, Justin kissed the teenager on the cheek. He raised his eyebrow as the boy's face turned red. "How much did it cost you?" Evan asked as he took the try from Justin. He stared blankly as Evan passed around burgers, fries, drinks, and napkins. "Justin?" "I just kissed a guy," he said. "You what?" Miranda asked. "It was a little peck on the cheek. I was doing my thing, and when he told me that I could have free fries and drinks, I told him he was a doll and kissed him on the cheek." "I'm sure it was nothing to worry about," assured Evelyn. "Yeah, you're probably right." Justin sighed as he plopped in his seat. "Maybe it was just a reflex. Feminine hormones getting to me." Evan wiped mayonnaise from his lip and looked over at Justin. "Are you going to eat your burger?" Justin shot him a mean look. Evan held his hands up in defense. "Just asking." After eating, Miranda went off, saying she had shopping to do. Evelyn decided that she would follow Evan and Justin to Sports Fan-Attic, a sports apparel store. It wasn't long before she realized she'd made a mistake. Justin looked at the scarlet Ohio State #16 football jersey in disgust as he held it to his face. "Crap. I have no idea what size I would wear." Evan could hardly contain his laughter as he presented the same jersey to Justin, only in a women's t-shirt style, made to fit tightly around the body. "How about this one," he snickered. "Very funny. This is not permanent." Evelyn ran in the store in the middle of their conversation. She grabbed Justin by the arm and pulled him out of the store. He tossed the jersey to Evan in a desperate last-minute attempt not to leave the store with it. "Justin, I need you to come with me someplace." "What for?" "There's this article of clothing I want to buy, and apparently only the attractive get attention from the sales associates." "What's that got to do with me?" "You're a bombshell, duh. If she wants to be a bitch, than I have no problem with that. But that's not going to stop me from making a valued purchase." Walking through the mall as a woman wasn't the same as walking through the mall like a man. Especially when you were an attractive woman. Justin noticed that every guy he passed was looking at him. It was weird at first, but after a while, he began to feel sort of confident, and smiled at a few of them. When Evelyn passed several popular stores that offered fine women's apparel, Justin's imagination started to wander. "Exactly what is the name of this store?" "Rich's." Justin sighed in relief. For a second, he thought Evelyn was taking him to Victoria's Secret or something. "You can let go of my hand, thanks." Justin pulled his arm away from Evelyn's grasp. Justin followed Evelyn into Rich's, a well known department store in the Southeastern United States. They sold fine clothing and carried names of famous designers, somewhere in between what one would find in JC Penney and Bloomingdale's. "So, what is this garment exactly?" Evelyn grabbed on to Justin's arm again. "A bra." "Thanks, but no thanks." Justin tried to pull away again, but was no match for Evelyn's surprising strength. It was sort of a launch the way Evelyn pulled and then shoved Justin almost flying out of the aisle and into the forest of hanging lingerie. Justin froze as he looked all around him. It brought him back to the days of childhood when his mother seemed to be almost fond of bringing him with her whenever she went lingerie shopping. He didn't like it then, and he didn't like it now. "What can I do for you today?" a woman asked. Justin pointed at himself. "Me? Oh, I'm just looking." It was a standard response that he usually gave out when he wanted people to just leave him alone. "No you're not," Evelyn muttered, punching him in the back as she approached. "She wants to make a purchase." The sales associate recognized Evelyn from before and did little to hide the hatred in her half-smile. However, she continued. "What are you looking for?" "Nothing special," Justin answered. Evelyn hit him in the back of the head. "A brassiere." "Yes, and what size are you?" "Beats me. Ouch! Will you stop that?" "Actually, she's already chosen something." Evelyn produced the piece she was looking at earlier from a rack nearby. She handed it to Justin and smiled at the associate. "This." The woman looked it over one time and noticed the size of the bra didn't match the size of the tall redhead's chest. "Are you sure this is your size? If you'd like, you could have a free bra fitting." Justin's eyes went wide at the thought. "No thank you. It's a gift." "For her?" "No way. I'd never buy that girl anything." "I see. Come. Let me check you out then." "I don't like this," Justin said. "It makes me feel uncomfortable." "Shut-up and pay for your bra." Evelyn handed Justin a $50 bill. Justin examined the bill. "Did I mention my generosity fee?" "Keep the change." Justin flashed a smile as he sort of skipped to the register. Evelyn waited in the aisle for Justin, who skipped back with the bag in his hand. Evelyn took it from him and they walked out of the store. Evan took one more look at the black South Carolina football jersey he'd decided on, and went outside to sit on a bench. He looked it over and seriously considered getting another when Evelyn and Justin arrived and sat next to him. "Where did you two go?" he asked. "Evelyn made me buy a bra for her," Justin answered. "For some strange reason, she couldn't do it herself. Is that a South Carolina jersey?" "Number twenty-six, the freshman cornerback," he said, showing it to Justin. "I'm thinking about getting that North Carolina one as well. The blue will go with the shoes I got last week." Evan took a good, long look at the tall girl standing next to him, holding his recently purchased football jersey. Various things ran through his mind, including one question he just had to ask. "What's it like?" Justin looked up from the jersey at Evan, the pretty feminine face contorted in confusion. "What's what like?" "Being a woman?" "Well, it's like getting a brand new car," Justin started, sitting down next to Evelyn. You're born with your first car, and you like the way it is. You've pretty much gotten used to it; how it smells, how it feels, how it handles. And then all of a sudden, someone presents you with this other car. It's nothing like your first car, all strange and confusing. But then, it kind of grows on you. I think this car isn't half bad after all." "What is the one thing you've always wanted to do on the off chance that you could be a woman?" Justin looked at Evan, then around the mall for a bit. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have anything," he said. "I don't believe you," Evan said. "Even if it's not on the surface, there has to be something lingering in the back of your mind. Especially since now you can do it." "I guess one thing I've always wanted to do was bring a guy...to attention." Evan was stunned for a moment. "You mean like...attention?" Evan's eyes darted down for moment, then back at Justin. "Well think about it. Girls have all this power. Depending on our preferences, all they have to do is touch someplace on their bodies or say something and we just," Justin darted his eyes down at Evan, "jump." "Oh that is so not true. I have yet to come across a girl that can do that." "Don't lie," Evelyn said. "You're always looking at me funny when you catch me out of the shower." "Well that's all it is, looking." Evelyn nodded her head at the woman seated next to her, who apparently was already thinking the same thing. "So a girl has never done that to you?" She placed her hand on her tummy and slowly brought it down to her jeans, rubbing the inside area of her right thigh. "Ever?" Evan looked down. "Well I guess it's possible and all...Miranda! What are you doing here?" Miranda returned with plastic bags up to her elbows, with names like Victoria's Secret, Frederick's of Hollywood and Nordstrom. "I'm finished," she said. "How was the store?" "Lots of jerseys," answered Justin. "What's up with all this?" Miranda looked down at the bags in her possession. One dropped, and Evan took it as a cue that he should help her out. "Just some things I picked up. You should be able to squeeze into some of them." "There's no way I'm putting on a fashion show for you people." "Oh come on," Evelyn pleaded. "I want to see what your legs look like in my high heels." "Who said I was going to wear your high heels?" "Miranda did. With the brown dress she bought." "You mean the one we spent ten minutes looking at last week?" Evan asked. "Oh, Justin, you're going to look stunning in that." "Will you shut-up? I'm not dressing up for you guys, and that's final!" Evan had raided the Stevens' pantry and found a six-pack of Snickers bars. He was working on one as he aimlessly surfed through television channels. "How long is this going to take?" Evan shouted from downstairs. "Shut-up and be patient!" he heard Miranda yell. Evan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the candy bar in his possession before taking another bite. "Okay, now!" The amazing redhead came down the stairs slowly, looking down the entire time. She seemed rather disgusted with her situation, having to wear a brown, tight-fitting, cleavage-showing dress that stopped halfway up her thigh, and expensive open-toe, strappy sandals. Evan unzipped the leather bag next to him on the sofa, and pulled out a professional grade film camera with a 180-millimeter zoom lens. Justin, who was watching the stairs carefully as he went down them, looked up at Evan. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked. Evan dabbled in photography. He'd always say that's probably what he should have been studying. "I'm taking pictures. These will be great for my art class." "What kind of pictures do you need for art class?" "The professor said something beautiful. I was going to bring in my issue of Playboy but he said that wasn't what he had in mind." "Well you may have to talk with your professor about that, because you aren't going to keep those photos." "Oh come on. You're so pretty." "So? Give me that camera." "No." The simple argument escalated into a brawl of sorts. Miranda and Evelyn heard rumbling downstairs, and then something crash. The two ran downstairs and found Justin on top of Evan in an uncompromising position. "So you weren't having sex?" "No we weren't having sex," Evan answered. He looked at Justin, who was seated next to him on the couch. "We weren't having sex, were we?" "No we weren't having sex!" Justin shouted. "What are you, twelve?" "No. I just see where Miranda and Evelyn were coming from, that's all. I mean I was starting to enjoy myself." Justin looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Evan was taking pictures of me and I didn't like it, so I told him to stop. He wouldn't comply, so I was trying to wrestle the camera from him." "Camera?" commented Miranda. "I can't believe I never thought of that." "Yeah, we could use lingerie and do a Victoria's Secret thing." "You're kidding, right? You're obviously kidding." At that moment, Justin's cell phone rang. He held up a hand to pause the conversation as he picked up the phone from the coffee table. He flipped it open and answered it. "Hello?" "Justin, I think I may have found the antidote. Can you come down to the lab now? Or are you in the middle of something?" Jane chuckled to herself. "No, I'm not up to anything. I'll be there right now." Justin hung up the phone. "That was Jane. She says she's come up with an antidote. I have to change clothes." Miranda looked at Evelyn, then back at Justin. "What for?" she asked. "What you're wearing is very casual." "It's also high heels and a skirt. There is no way I'm leaving this house in a skirt." "It's your last few moments as a girl. Live a little. Haven't you learned yet that there's no reason to be embarrassed?" "I think it's sexy," added Evan. "I don't care what you think. I want it off, now." Miranda fake sighed. "Okay." She turned around as if going upstairs, but then darted for the front door, grabbing Justin's arm as she went by. "Evelyn! Start the car!" The parking lot for the building Jane's lab was in was scarce, except for a few cars. The lights were bright and left no part of the dark property to the imagination, reflecting a glow in the post-rain water on the pavement. Justin sat up front, pouting as Evelyn parked near the building Jane's lab was in. "That was a really mean thing to do," Justin said. "I know, but you wouldn't come otherwise," explained Miranda. "You were making a big deal over nothing." Evelyn turned the key in the ignition. "We're here," she said. Justin was the first to get out of the vehicle. He looked down at his feet and thought very hard about keeping his balance. He took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," he said to himself, and started to walk towards the building. Evan got out of the car next, and caught a glimpse of the woman in the brown dress walking. Underneath the parking lot lights, it was like a scene from a Humphrey Bogart movie. "Wow," he said to himself. "Are you looking at Justin?" Evelyn asked, closing the car door behind her. She was looking over the hood at Evan in a questioning sort of way. "No," he fumbled to answer. "I mean, it's pretty spacious out here." "Right. Let's get going." "Drink this," Jane said, handing a vile with a dark blue liquid in it. "It should reverse the effects of my serum, like hitting the undo button on a computer." Justin took the vile from Jane and drank it. "Crap, it tastes terrible." "You won't say that tomorrow, when you're yourself again." "I hope you know this is it. No more of your formulas." "That's a shame, because I'm working on a test-taking formula that I almost have a sample of." Evan raised his hand. "I'll take that one," he said. Justin had turned over a few times, but never opened his eyes. The second he did though, Miranda kissed him on the lips. He mindlessly cooperated at first, and then he pushed himself away when he realized what was going on. "Miranda, what are you doing?" "Justin, I can't hold it in anymore. I love you. I've loved you ever since high school." "Really? Because I feel the same way about you. Being the stupid guy that I am, though, I just couldn't find a way to tell you. Speaking of being a guy, you have no idea how happy I am to be myself again." "Sure I do. I know how much you didn't like being a girl." Out of nowhere, a woman was heard shouting through the hall. "Justin! Where are you?" "I'm in here," Justin shouted. A tall, pale woman with jet black hair and wearing only a bra and panties came into Justin's bedroom. "Where the hell is your sister?" "At the lab, I think. Wait a minute, who are you?" The woman's eyes narrowed. "You get one guess." Justin started to laugh, but managed to hold it in. "This isn't funny," Evan said. "Look at me. I'm afraid if I go outside I'll be in the next issue of Playboy." "That can be arranged," Miranda said. She was smiling as well, but it wasn't like Justin's. It was more sinister. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stay away from me. Stay away from me!" Evan darted out of the room and Miranda went immediately after him. Justin laughed and turned on his television. The End