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I hated Miami. I'd been here almost two weeks and other than the beach, there didn't seem to be one thing the city had that I liked. It was too hot, too humid, I didn't speak Cuban and I had no friends here. It was hard to make friends looking fourteen when you were sixteen. I was short, thin and some people said I had an effeminate face. I didn't even have much in the way of facial hair to cancel it out. On top of that, I had girl repellant hobbies. I liked to draw anime; I liked computers and science fiction. I was the stereotypical geek. I was invisible. My twin sister, on the other hand, was very popular. She was head cheerleader at our old school and was immediately invited to join our new schools cheerleading squad. We actually looked very similar in the face, but that was where the resemblance ended. She had matured early. She had a great figure, long brown hair, the face that I hated looked great on her. She was objectively very beautiful. The problem was that she knew it. I was walking along the beach, moping, wishing I could go back to Chicago. I was about to head home when I heard something that sounded like laughter. I peeked around a small dune in the sand of the deserted beach and saw two people having a whole lot more fun than I was. She was stunning, with perfect breasts and a small waspish waist. He was older than she was and kinda pudgy, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. They were oblivious to me and I decided after a couple of minutes that I'd risked being seen enough. As I was ducking away, I spotted their stuff, strewn on the sand about 20 yards away. There was a purse and camera hanging off a folding chair and a wallet on the beach towel next to a small pile of clothes. I looked at the pair, still oblivious to anyone but each other and came to a snap decision. I moved quickly to the chair, grabbed the purse, camera and wallet, then hightailed it out of there, heading for home as quickly as I could. When I got home, I rifled through the guy's wallet. There was a little over $200 dollars in it. I took the cash and threw the rest aside. I wasn't gonna risk trying to use the credit cards or anything else that could be tracked. When I opened the purse, I was a little confused. I expected women stuff, but instead I found another mans wallet, some makeup and a medallion. I picked up the medallion and looked it over. It was obviously very cheap. It had a picture of a fairy or angel or something and it was holding a stick of some kind. It was obviously worthless, so I just hung it over my writing lamp and opened the wallet. Inside was over $500. "YES," I said, putting the money with the cash from the other wallet. Then, taking the purse, wallets and makeup, I put everything in the purse and then went outside to the garbage can and put the purse inside one of the trash bags and resealed it. I took the camera and looked at it. It was a pretty nice digital camera. I looked up the information on it on the Internet. The Sony DSC-F717 was over 5 mega pixels and had a nice zoom. Plus it used memory sticks. Sweet. There was even a 256 Meg stick in it. I browsed through the pictures and saw the same guy and girl doing some pretty twisted things. There were also pictures of two guys sitting around drinking beer, holding the medallion. What was up with that? I took the camera and stuck it on the top shelf of my bookcase. A digital camera could come in handy for lots of things. I took the money, put it in an old envelope and taped it to the bottom of one of my desk drawers. Maybe Miami wasn't so bad after all. During the next week I laid low. The following week started school and I was dreading it. I did spend some of the money on a tripod and memory stick reader and downloaded the pictures. I deleted most of them, but kept a few. The girl was amazing. I played around with the camera, taking pictures of some of my drawings. It was a way to pass the time. Friday rolled around and my sister and mom were going away for the weekend to a cheerleading competition. The school here had their first competition and school hadn't even started yet. I didn't understand why anyone would want to lose part of his or her summer, but Mary had been practicing with the squad almost nonstop since we moved here. They needed a flyer and Mary was the best at our old school too. So, my sister gets to go on a vacation for the weekend and what does yours truly get to do? "Mike," my mom said, in that tone of voice that means she wants something. "Yeah, mom," I yelled back from upstairs. "We're leaving. If you don't mind, do the laundry while we're gone. Oh and clean up your room. How did you let it get so dirty so fast anyway?" I ignored her last question. It didn't matter if I minded or not, it wasn't a request. "Okay, mom, I'll do it. Have fun." I hope Mary breaks her leg. "Don't put my bras in the dryer, hang them up," Mary yelled up to me. She didn't even give me the courtesy of asking, or saying please. How exactly did she take control of this relationship? I was older by almost a half an hour. "No problem," I yelled back as sweetly as I could. I figure I'll wrap them wet in a plastic bag and put them on her bed. They should be ripe by the time she gets home. I heard the door close and a minute later the car pulled out of our driveway. Now, you might think that I immediately began doing what mom told me to do. If you did, you'd be wrong. I did those things I wasn't allowed to do when my mom and sister were home. I booted up the computer in the living room and began surfing porn. Although I had my own computer in my room, the only computer connected to the Internet was in the living room. The only time I ever got to porn surf was when no one else was home. Now, I had the whole weekend all to myself. I had found this site earlier that had lots of large videos that were really, really good. The problem was, it took forever to download them. We still had dial-up. It really sucked. Anyway, I started the first download and decided I would kill the time until it finished by starting my room clean up. That way, I wasn't wasting any time looking at an hourglass. I got up and started throwing all of my clothes together in a pile by my desk. Then, I grabbed the whole pile from the bottom and picked it up. Unfortunately, one of my shirts had somehow gotten wrapped around the cord and my reading lamp fell over with a thud and a flash as the bulb blew. "Dammit," I said as the shirt finally let go of the cord too late. I decided that as long as I already had the clothes in my hand, I'd go ahead and throw them down the laundry chute. The linen closet right next to it had replacement bulbs anyway. I threw the clothes down the laundry chute and grabbed a bulb from the closet and went back in my room. Holding the new bulb in one hand, I picked up the lamp and set it back up. The medallion from last week was swinging back and forth, clinking against the brass pole. I took the medallion off and not knowing where else to put it, hung it around my neck. Then, I unscrewed the old bulb with one hand and then put in the new bulb. The light promptly came on. "Let there be light," I said, dropping the old bulb into the trashcan by my desk. I took a quick look around, making sure there weren't any more dirty clothes and then went to Mary's room to get her clothes. Mary, unlike me, always keeps her room spotless. She even has a hamper in her room for her dirty clothes. I didn't see why it mattered if they were in a hamper or on the floor, they were dirty anyway. I picked up the hamper and carried it to the laundry chute. Then, I reached in the hamper and grabbed the whole bunch at one time and picked it up. "Aaa," I said as I suddenly felt a shock, like I grabbed an exposed wire. The laundry fell from my arms, as I looked in the hamper and on the clothes, trying to see what I'd touched. I didn't see anything but dirty laundry. Picking it up, I threw it down the chute and then had another shock as I looked at my arms and hands. They were smaller than they used to be and actually seemed to be shrinking a little as I watched. Also, what little hair I did have on them seemed to be getting pulled back into my arms. Shocked, I ran to the bathroom to see the rest of me. What I saw when I turned on the bathroom light shocked me. It wasn't the arms, or the legs, which were beginning to look rather shapely, but rather the breasts, which were beginning to sprout from my chest. Quickly, I took off my shorts and underwear and what I feared was coming true. My best friend down there was shrinking and as I watched, my two other little friends got sucked inside and then my best friend was gone as well. Just as I leaned over to get a better look, hair suddenly fell in front of my eyes, as I realized my hair was growing longer. I pulled it to the side and got a look at where my friend used to be, but instead of seeing my friend, I saw an almost completed vagina, complete with clitoris. I fainted. When I woke up, at first I couldn't remember why I was asleep in the bathroom. Then the memories came flooding back and my hands quickly reached for something that was no longer there. I screamed and realized that it was my sister's voice I heard. Getting up, I again looked in the mirror. There, looking back at me was my sister. Somehow, I had turned into her. The only thing I was still wearing was the medallion. The medallion. Could that have somehow changed me? I felt the shock when I'd grabbed the clothes and pressed it against the medallion, while I was wearing it. I ran downstairs to the basement and grabbed one of my shirts and put it against the medallion. Nothing happened. I sat down on the floor, trying to think. "Come on, Mike, you can figure this out," I said, trying very hard not to panic. I forced myself to calm down some and began to logically figure this out. Obviously it happened, so I'm not imagining it or insane. Therefore, something changed me. The only thing I could come up with that would explain both the change and the person I changed into was the medallion and the clothes. What I couldn't figure out was how to change back. It didn't seem to work. What if it was like a camera flash? They had to recharge after they went off. I'd felt a shock, so maybe it had to recharge. Did time do it, or did I have to do something specific to recharge it? I had no idea. I had an idea how to find out though. I ran upstairs and sat down at the computer. The video had downloaded. I took off the medallion and brought up Internet Explorer and started searching. While thinking about things, I realized the guy's wallet in the purse made sense now. I also realized that the poor guy was stuck as a girl forever. The thought made me laugh, until I realized that maybe I was too. I spent the next hour looking for information about a medallion that changed people into other people, but found nothing. Finally, I leaned back in the chair, feeling my new boobs shift as I did so. I closed the browser and the video was still sitting there. I picked up the medallion from the desk where I'd set it, looked at it again and dropped it back on the desk and on impulse, hit play. The girl in the video started doing a sexy strip tease. When she was nude, she sat down next to a Sybian, which is a really, really cool vibrator for girls. She got on and the guy off screen started turning it on. I watched for a few minutes, when suddenly, I realized I was turned on, but not in the same way I was as a guy. I could feel my nipples swelling some, but most of all, I felt hot down there, like I was sweating. I was feeling...empty, like I wanted something inside me. I started rubbing my clit as I watched the girl on the video becoming more and more aroused by the rotating, vibrating member of the machine. By the time the girl on the video had her first orgasm, I was well on my way to having one of my own. I couldn't believe how all encompassing a female orgasm was. I could feel it all the way down to my toes. I was rubbing my clit with one hand and rubbing my breasts with the other, squeezing and pinching the nipples. When the girl had her final orgasm on screen, I had one of my own. It felt wonderful. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. The only things moving were my hand on my clit and as I could no longer resist the desire, the other hand moved on it's own to shove two fingers inside me. That just made the feelings stronger, taking me to an even higher level and I started shaking like I was having an epileptic seizure. I rode the feelings, desperately moving my fingers as fast as I could until finally I had to stop because it was getting too intense. I collapsed there in the chair, catching my breath, amazed at how good it was. Guys really did get the short end of the orgasm stick. I got up and noticed the chair was very wet. I got some paper towels and cleaned it up and then went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I sat down on the toilet and went pee and then wiped myself off as best as I could. Getting up, I saw myself in the mirror. Mary sure was hot. Heck, now I was just as hot. A great idea occurred to me and I headed to my room. Grabbing my camera and tripod, I went to Mary's room. I spent the next three hours, first putting on Mary's different cheerleading outfits and then taking them off, snapping plenty of pictures of myself in the various states of undress. I also took pictures of myself posing in shy, demure, bold and slutty positions. Just taking the pictures was turning me on again and I got bolder and bolder as I went along. Next thing I knew, I was rubbing myself to orgasm, having completely forgotten the camera and picture taking. It was just as good as the last time and when I was done, I felt like I'd gotten enough pictures and besides, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. I was tired and satiated, so I just climbed under the covers in Mary's bed, still nude and fell right to sleep. The next morning I woke up a few minutes to ten. I remembered right away what had happened yesterday. Waking up in Mary's bed was one clue, but so were my boobs when I rolled over onto my back. I could feel them, almost like they had a mind of their own. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked at myself in Mary's full-length mirror. "Good morning gorgeous," I said, blowing myself a kiss. I wondered if the medallion was recharged or not, or if I was stuck like this forever. I thought about trying to change back into myself, but got a much better idea instead. I went downstairs and grabbed the medallion and then went upstairs into my mom's room. Mom had a Mazda Miata convertible in the garage that was used as a 2nd car and special occasions and I decided it might be fun to see what the women's locker room at mom's gym is like. Mary and I didn't have a membership because we have gym in school, but mom worked out three times a week. I figured if I changed into mom, I could go to the gym and see how the other half lived. Looking around, I saw one of her bras on the dresser. I put the medallion on and touched the bra to it. I didn't know if it would work or not, but when I felt the shock, I knew it did. Suddenly, my breasts started growing. Mom had bigger boobs than my sister, but I was surprised to see that they were the only things changing. I wasn't turning into my mom; I was just getting her boob size. I didn't understand what would cause that, but I looked at the bra closer and noticed the price tag was still attached. That meant that mom probably hadn't ever worn it. So, if a piece of clothing hasn't been worn by anyone, the medallion changed your body so it would fit. That was an interesting piece of information to file away. Now how could I use that information? I thought about it and came up with a diabolical idea. What if I had an unworn training bra and changed Mary so she was completely flat. She was so proud of her figure and if I took those curves away, I bet she'd be a lot less snobby. I decided some shopping was in order. I totally forgot about wanting to go to the gym. I ran upstairs and hid the medallion inside a hold in my box spring. It was my best hiding spot. I got dressed and put on the bra from the dresser. Mary's shirt was fairly tight now with my bigger boobs, but I liked the way it looked. I hopped in the car and headed for Wal-Mart. The drive was very nice and I liked the feeling of the wind blowing through my long hair and the way the guys in cars looked at me. People noticed me now. It was nice not being invisible. Especially when I felt like I looked really good. I began to understand a little why Mary was so snobby. When I got there, I went right into the girl's section and picked out a training bra and panty set. I also decided that I needed an intermediate step, so I bought an A-Cup size bra as well. That should shrink them gradually. I paid for the items and then headed right home. When I got there, there was a message from mom wondering where I was and letting me know that they would be home Sunday afternoon. I decided that I needed to change back to myself now and sat down to figure out how long it took before the medallion was recharged. I took one of my shirts out of the hamper and retrieved the medallion from the box spring. Putting it on, I stripped to a pair of loose shorts and touched my shirt to the medallion. Nothing happened. I repeated it every hour, wondering how long it would take, wondering if I was doing something wrong. When it was about ten thirty, I decided to try it one more time and then turn in whether it worked or not. When I put the medallion on and touched my shirt to it, I felt a shock. "Eureka," I yelled. It was a little over twelve hours since I'd changed my boob size and now I ran to the downstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror as I changed back into myself. "Outstanding," I said, watching myself change back into myself. I need to videotape that next time. I realized that there would definitely be a next time. I put the medallion in the same bag my purchases were in and stuck the whole thing inside my box spring. Then, I went to my own bed, thinking that it was gonna be payback time very soon. I woke up late and scratched my friends. Amazing how much I'd missed doing that. I stretched and got up. I went into Mary's room and retrieved my camera and then spent most of the day going through the pictures I'd taken yesterday, sorting them. They had come out surprisingly well. The phone rang and I answered it. Mom said they'd be home in about four hours and asked me where I was yesterday. I told her I'd gone to the movies and she asked if I'd done the laundry. I remembered that I hadn't, but told her yes. I told her to drive safe and we hung up. I went downstairs and started the first load of laundry. I spent the next three hours washing, drying and folding clothes. I decided not to piss Mary off and so I hung her bras up to dry like she'd asked me. As I did, I laughed, knowing that soon they'd be way to big for her anyway. I'd finished the laundry and was watching television when mom and Mary came home. Mary's team had won and she spared no effort in bragging about it all evening. She even had the nerve to say at least one of use was a winner at something. I smiled and didn't take the bait, which drove her nuts. Eventually, Mary got tired and went to bed. I went to bed, but didn't fall asleep. I was waiting for the hallway light to go out. Then I began preparing for my clandestine breast reduction mission. I got the A-cup bra and medallion out and after a 20 minute wait to make sure everyone was asleep, I snuck into Mary's bedroom and saw Mary, fast asleep, with one leg sticking out of the covers. I laid the medallion on her leg, slowly lowering it so it didn't wake her up. Then I touched the bra to the medallion and then removed the bra and medallion. Mary stirred and I ducked down, terrified I'd be caught. Mary however turned over and settled, still asleep. I snuck out and when I got back to my own bedroom, raised both arms in a touchdown motion, whispering 'YES' and then put the items back inside the box spring. I went to bed, wondering what would happen tomorrow when Mary notices her boobs have shrunk a whole cup size. I'm sure I slept the whole night with a smile on my face. I woke up and jumped out of bed. I wanted to be downstairs waiting when Mary came downstairs. I couldn't wait to see if she had shrunk like I thought she would. I dressed in record time and bounded downstairs. I was eating my breakfast when Mary came downstairs in her cheerleading outfit. I could tell immediately that she hadn't gotten any smaller. What had gone wrong? I decided that one thing that was different was that I was wearing the necklace while I had just laid it on Mary's leg. I decided that I needed to put it on Mary with the necklace around her. I spent the entire day at school distracted thinking about the plan for tonight. Would it work? Was I right about the medallion and how it worked? Mary and the other cheerleaders spent the day strutting around the school like they owned the place. I wasn't the only one who thought they'd gone over the top. I'll admit that the school had a reputation for having a great cheerleading squad and a lousy football team and this year would probably be no different. Still, a little humility would have gone a long way. By the time I got home, I'd decided that I had to be right. There just didn't seem to be any other explanation. At least that is unless the necklace only worked on the owner somehow. I spent the evening writing up what I'd discovered about the necklace. I wanted to document its behaviors and results, so I could get an idea of exactly what I could do with it. I was wondering if I could make myself bigger, stronger, more attractive, without becoming a whole new person. I had to figure out what clothes could make me more muscular. I wondered if a muscle shirt would do it. I figured I would try it. Worst thing that could happen is that I'd have a new shirt. I heard Mary saying good night to mom and her door close. I looked at the clock and it was already ten o'clock. I turned off my monitor and went downstairs and said goodnight to mom too. I wanted her to go to bed. I took out the medallion and bra, put the bra next to me and laid the medallion on my chest to warm up. Then, I waited in bed with the lights off for twenty more minutes before the hall light went out and I heard my mom's door close. I got up and picked up the medallion with one hand and the bra in the other and took a deep breath. Then I snuck out and entered Mary's room. She was in bed and as usual, one leg was out of the covers. This time however, instead of just laying the medallion on her leg, I looped the chain around her foot too. Then I touched the bra to the medallion. Mary actually jerked a little and I ducked, but she settled right back down. I removed the medallion and snuck out. I hoped the jerk meant she would be a little lighter in the boob department come morning. I carefully put everything away and lay down. I was almost immediately asleep. The next morning, I got up and dressed quickly. I wanted a ringside seat in case it had worked. I was again eating my cereal when Mary came downstairs. I could tell right away that it had worked. First, the change was noticeable if you were looking for it. Plus, Mary had this confused look on her face. She asked mom if it was possible to exercise to the point where her boobs could shrink and mom said that yes, it's possible. Mary said that the reason she asked is that her bras are getting loose and her boobs look like they'd shrunk. I didn't move, I didn't stop eating, but inside I was laughing hysterically. All I could think about was that if she thought she was small now wait until tomorrow morning. The whole day at school, I was in a great mood. First, the necklace had work as I'd predicted it would. Second, Mary was about to become as prepubescent looking as I was and third, if I could change her to be smaller, I could change me to be bigger. I thought about buying taller jeans, bigger shirts. I even considered buying large sized condoms. I didn't know if they'd work, but I couldn't wait to give it a try. As a matter of fact, I planned on stopping by the quickie mart on the way home, because they had a condom machine in the bathroom. I got home from school, the large sized condom in my pocket. I went up to my room and locked the door. Then, I stripped naked and got out the medallion. Putting it on, I went over to my closet mirror and took the condom out of it's wrapper and then taking a deep breath and crossing my fingers, touched the condom to the medallion. I felt the by now familiar shock and watched amazed, excited and exultant as my best friend grew to twice it's former size. That should make any future girlfriends very happy. I played with it for a couple of minutes, just to see how big it got. I was amazed and got my ruler out of my desk and measured it. It was over ten inches in length. It was so big I looked deformed with the huge thing sitting there, heavily sticking up from my groin. I loved it! I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. Even flaccid, I now had an impressive bulge in my jeans. I took the condom and medallion and hid them back in my box spring. I took the condom wrapper and put it in my wastebasket after wadding a piece of paper around it to hide it. This was one change I planned on keeping. I turned on my monitor and added the new results to the document about the medallion. This was going to be my ticket to anything I wanted. I thought about all the things I could do with it. I could make myself seven feet tall if I wanted. I could be any size I wanted. Heck, I could be any body or gender I wanted. I heard Mary come in and slam her door. I guess she's not too thrilled with her new bust line. I opened my door and went downstairs. I decided a little celebratory ice cream was in order. I was sitting down at the table eating my ice cream, when Mary came downstairs. She was wearing one of her shorter skirts and I could tell she'd padded her bra back to her original shape. 'I hope she has more Kleenex upstairs,' I thought with a smile on my face. She looked at me grinning at her, made a dismissive turn of her head and headed back out the front door. I heard her talking to some of her friends outside and then they drove off. I briefly wondered where they were going, but then consciously decided I didn't care. I sat there, finishing up my ice cream. I decided that maybe after she was flat as a board, I'd go buy some bigger panties and give her a wide butt to go with her flat chest. She'd wind up looking like a pear. The thought made me laugh out loud so hard ice cream came out my nose. That night, I did what was now becoming almost a routine. I waited for all the lights to go off and then snuck into Mary's room. This time though, I had the training bra with me. 'Lets see how she likes being flat again,' I thought gleefully. Mary was in the same position as the previous night. I slipped the medallion around her foot and touched the training bra to the medallion. This time, she jerked a little but then didn't stir. I removed the pendant and snuck back out, triumphant. I couldn't wait until morning. The next morning, I was up early and downstairs eating when Mary came downstairs visibly upset. She tells mom her boobs are still shrinking and that they're practically gone. Mom tells her to stay home from school. She's going to take her to the doctor to make sure nothing's wrong. The thought startles me. Could I be messing with Mary's health? I hadn't considered that. I decided that tonight I'd start changing her back the way she was. As I was leaving for school, mom tells me to get Mary's homework from her teachers. I agreed, feeling a little guilty now. What if the medallion was really making her sick? I spent the day preoccupied with what the doctor was going to find out. I did manage to remember to get her homework from her teachers though. When I came home, Mary was sitting on the couch and she seemed a lot happier. I sat down next to her and handed her the homework assignments and asked how she was. She said that the doctor didn't find anything wrong with her and she said she was sure she'd be back to normal before she knew it. I said she was probably right. In actuality, she was. I was gonna start changing her back tonight. I went upstairs and turned on my monitor to work on the documentation to the medallion. I added some more details, but realized that I didn't really have any new information for it, so instead, decided to lie down for a little while until they went to bed. I don't remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew, I was being woken up to the sound of my alarm clock. 'Damn,' I thought. I missed changing her back. I'd wanted to change her back to having the A-cup again. I'd make sure I did it tonight. I rushed downstairs and was almost done with my breakfast when Mary came downstairs. She'd obviously padded her bra again, because they looked like their original size. Girls can be really touchy about that stuff I guess. That day at school, I decided that I was going to change her back into her old self. Then I wasn't going to use the medallion on anyone else again. I was afraid of being caught and I was afraid of people finding out about the medallion. That night when the lights went out, I was wide-awake. I was going to just take one of her bras out of her hamper and change her back. I reached into my box spring to get the medallion, but this time I felt... NOTHING. I reached all around, thinking it fell, thinking it may have shifted or something. I wound up on my back, underneath, with a flashlight, looking everywhere, but it simply wasn't there. I sat there for a minute, stunned. There were 3 possibilities. Mary or mom had found it, a stranger had found it somehow, or something magical had happened to it. If Mary or mom found it, I'd know soon enough, because they'd let me know. I was sure of that. If it was one of the other two, then it was just gone. If it was gone, then I hoped Mary would grow her boobs back. I didn't really want her to stay that way, because she'd be unhappy and I didn't really hate her. I lay back down, but didn't really sleep that well. When my alarm went off, I went downstairs and ate breakfast. Mom came out and then Mary came downstairs. Mary was still padding her bra. Neither one acted strangely, so I reluctantly decided that one of the other two things must have happened. I was going to miss the medallion. It would have been great to be able to change myself into a bigger, stronger version of myself. Have you ever felt invisible? I still didn't really have any friends and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like if I'd been able to make myself bigger and stronger, I'd be noticed and probably more popular. I decided that I should have been concentrating on that rather than messing with my sister. I decided I deserved to lose it. That night, for the first time, I went up in my room and exercised. Mary was at the Friday night football game. I decided that my height wasn't in my control, but I could get more muscular. Women liked guys who were buff. If I couldn't change myself the easy way, I'd change myself the normal way. I did sit ups, push-ups and I even curled my desk chair a few times, until my muscles were sore. I didn't really think I'd see any difference, but my arms did seem a little more muscular looking. Exhausted, I lay down and went to sleep. Saturday morning I woke up and immediately knew something was wrong. I felt different. I threw off the covers and when I went to sit up, I noticed things were definitely different. I looked down and they were gone. I had girl legs and girl hips and most importantly...girl parts. I put my hands down there, remembering what it felt like. I got up and rushed to my mirror and looked. From the waist down, I looked like a girl. I had girl feet, girl legs and girl hips. Honestly, I wasn't that manly from the hips up anyway, but the overall effect was that I looked like a young girl. How could it have happened? The medallion was missing. Mary. It had to be Mary. I got up and put on a pair of cargo pants and a shirt. My pants still fit luckily, but differently. They rode a little lower and I felt like my butt was sticking farther back then before. Maybe it was my imagination though. I went downstairs and saw mom and Mary already up. Mom was going to the store and dropping Mary off to cheer practice. I decided that one way to tell if Mary had done it was to see if she'd changed herself back. I could 'accidentally' brush against her boobs and see if they were real. If they were, then I'd know she had the medallion now. I asked mom if I could go with her and she said yes, a little puzzled. I never went shopping with her if I could help it. I ran back upstairs and put on my socks and shoes. My shoes were too big for me now, but I tightened them up all the way and they were good enough to stay on. Going out the door, I 'accidentally' pushed my elbow against Mary's chest. They were real. I looked at Mary and she looked back at me smiling. Now I knew for sure. Mary had the medallion and she'd changed me. She knew how to use it. I waited for an opportunity to talk to Mary about it, but she got dropped off at practice before I had an opportunity. I suffered through shopping with mom and got home. Mary would be gone for another couple of hours, so I decided that I'd search her room and take it back. I spent the next two hours, searching her room from top to bottom. By the time Mary got home, I was positive the medallion wasn't in her room. She'd hidden it somewhere else. It could be anywhere. It could even be in her locker at school. If it was, there was no way I could get it. I waited for Mary to go into her room and then I went over and knocked on her door. "Come in," I heard Mary say, sounding like she expected me. "Hi," I said, unsure how to even begin this conversation. "Missing anything important," Mary asked, a smile on her face. I wasn't sure if she was talking about the medallion, or my genitals and it didn't really matter. I was missing both. "Sis, I was gonna change you back, honest," I said, not intending to sound desperate, but sounding desperate nonetheless. "Maybe you were, I don't know," she said. I think she believed me. She's always had a knack for telling when I was lying. "When you came into my room that last time, I wasn't asleep. I felt the shock and my boobs start to deflate and I knew you'd done something. When I got back from the doctor, I went into your room and turned on your computer. By the way, the instructions for the medallion were very helpful, thanks." That's how she knew how to use it. I'd told her. I should have hidden the instructions, instead of just turning off my monitor. "So," Mary continued. "How do you like your new equipment? I used the panties that go with the training bra. I thought it was an appropriate punishment, don't you?" I didn't answer the question. "Ok sis, what do you want to change me back." "Want? Me?" She pretended to think. "Hmmm. I want you to do my chores for four weeks. That's what I want. Oh and I want you to help me with my math homework." She thought for another second. "And...I want half of your allowance for four weeks too." I didn't really have to think about it. She literally had me by the privates. "Ok, deal. Change me back." "I'll change you back when the month is up," Mary said, crossing her arms indicating it wasn't up for debate." "I can't be like this for a month. People will notice," I said. She had to be reasonable. I had a girl's body for god sakes. With my girly face, I could easily be mistaken for a girl. Hell, I was a girl. Mary smiled. "With those baggy clothes you always wear? Face it Mike, you're androgynous anyways. You don't know how many people have come to me at school and asked me if you were a boy or a girl. I always tell them to ask you." She wasn't going to budge. "Okay, I'll do it, but at the end of the month, you give me back the medallion and I promise never to change you again." "No, at the end of the month, I change you back and then I get rid of it. Like I'd trust you not to get revenge." I thought about it and then remembered the pictures I'd taken. After she changed me back, I could use those to bargain getting the medallion back. I'd just have to bide my time until then. I made a show of being unhappy before saying "Deal". Thank god I didn't have gym. I shuddered just imagine having to change in the locker room. I spent the next week, doing her chores and I coughed up half of my allowance. That wasn't so bad. What WAS bad, was trying to get Mary to understand algebra. It was like teaching a cat to do quantum physics. I did manage to get her to earn a B on her next test. She was thrilled and for the first time in a long time, she hugged me. After that, she actually cooperated with my when I helped her and we spent a lot of time talking about other stuff too. By the end of the second week, Not only was she really starting to understand her algebra, but we were closer than I thing we had been in years. I wasn't even minding waiting the month. I'd forgotten how great female orgasms were. I asked her to help me with English. She was good at it and I always struggled. She spent time working with me too. She even turned down going to the mall with her friends a couple of times to help me out. While lying in bed one night, I realized something. We were actually getting close. That's also when I started noticing other things. For instance, I didn't have to shave. I used to have a few whiskers, but even those had gone away. Also, I felt like my chest and arms were losing what little definition they had and I was starting to smooth out, for lack of a better term. Also, my nipples were a little tender. I decided it might be some residual effect from when she'd changed me and would change after Mary changed me back. With just two days left, I was at school in the bathroom when I noticed something; I was bleeding a little down there. I decided I needed to talk to Mary about it, maybe she was changing me more and something was going wrong. It wasn't five minutes after that when someone came to my class and told the teacher I was wanted in the principles office. I didn't remember doing anything wrong, but this couldn't be good. I followed the person to the office and saw Mary there on the phone. "What's going on," I asked. The principle motioned for me to take a seat. "Your mom's been hurt. Someone carjacked her car at the mall." I stood up. "Is she okay?" He put his hands up. "She's going to be fine. Ms. Reynolds is going to drive you to the hospital." Ms. Reynolds was the student counselor. She was nice, but really old. Mary hung up the phone and grabbed her books. "Mike, I talked to mom. She's got a bad cut on her head and she has a concussion, so they're gonna keep her overnight." She turned to Ms. Reynolds. "Ok, are we ready to go?" "Yes dear," Ms. Reynolds said and we left, heading for the hospital. When we got there, we saw mom talking to the police. When she was done, they let us go in. "Hi kids," mom said from the bed. "Hi," we both said back in unison. Mary added, "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm okay," mom answered, not looking that ok with the big bandage on her head. "The police say that there's a ring of carjackers stealing a bunch of cars and my description sounds similar to the others. They think they're professionals and that none of the cars have been recovered yet. They think the cars are probably long gone. Don't worry though, we had full coverage, so we'll get another one." The doctor chose that moment to come in to examine her, so he shooed us out. We went to the waiting room. "Hey sis," I said when we'd sat down. "Yeah," Mary answered. "Are you still using the medallion to change me?" "No, why do you ask? I'm not gonna change you back early if that's what you were gonna ask," Mary said, smiling now. She had been nervous on the drive over, but now that we'd seen mom was ok, I think we were both feeling better. "Well, a few small things. One, I'm getting softer and rounder, like I've lost what little definition I had. Also, I'm not having to shave anymore. My chest is getting itchy and my nipples are sore like I'm starting to get boobs and today, I think maybe I'm having a period." Mary put her hands to her mouth, a shocked look on her face. "What," I asked. "You're going through menarche. I didn't even think about what the change I did could do. You've got ovaries. You're making estrogen now, not testosterone. Basically, you're turning into a girl. I didn't like hearing that at all. "Change me back now," I said, not at all happy. I assumed that using my clothes would change me back one hundred percent, but I didn't want to risk it. Plus, I had no intention of going through two more days of a period. Mary was still looking shocked, but also apologetic now. I was suddenly very worried. "What," I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. "I can't change you back," Mary said, sounding extremely sorry. "Why not, just get the medallion and use one of my shirts or something." "You don't understand. I hid the medallion in an Altoid's box in the glove compartment of the car." "You mean the medallion was stolen along with the car? Why did you put it there," I said, more and more hysterical, standing up. If they didn't find the car, I was stuck like this forever. "Because I knew you'd search the house," Mary said. "Mike, I'm really, really sorry." I collapsed back into the chair, crying now. I'd noticed I had more of a propensity to cry and now I knew why. I was turning into a compete girl and now it looked like there was no way to change back. "Mike, look at the bright side. At least you'll probably be a very pretty girl." I just looked at her. "Beside," Mary went on. " I always wanted a little sister."