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Here's the story, with a little bonus as the end that I've included as a bribe to get more of you to comment on this story. *** Sleepover Swap By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 "I'm tired of being treated like a child -- no, like your damned _pet_," Carla Parker exploded. "I have to be there for you all the time, looking pretty, building up your ego -- as if it wasn't big enough -- doing every damned thing you say like I don't have a brain in my head." Jeff Crawford leaned back against the McDonald's booth -- Jeff loved McDonalds's fries -- and smiled the same confident smile he'd used when they announced that he'd been named high school All-State running back. "Aw, c'mon, Carla. You love it. You know you do." He shifted and put his arm around her. "No, I was just foolish enough to think that I did." She stood up, pushing her tray away. "But not anymore." Without giving him a chance to reply, she turned and walked out of the restaurant. *** Jeff leaned against a tree at the edge of the quad outside of Harriman High School. Carla was standing about twenty yards away, surrounded by four other girls. She was a tall, buxom redhead, dressed in a green sweater and matching slacks. From the way she was gesturing, he guessed that she was talking about him. Jeff was tall and muscular, with sandy brown hair. He wore a pair of blue jeans and his purple and yellow letterman's jacket over a dark red T-shirt. It had been two weeks since Carla had walked out on him. He'd forgiven her, but she didn't want to get back together with him. Then he'd heard that she was telling wild stories -- making _him_ sound unreasonable all around school. 'That's probably what she's doing now,' he thought unhappily. "She's dissing you pretty good over there, Jeff," a familiar female voice said. Jeff turned. "Oh, umm... hi, Nikki." Nikki Friedlander was a slender brunette, her long hair tied back with a thick green ribbon. Jeff had thought about giving her a break and asking her out back in his sophomore year, but he'd decided that she was too "butch" to be worth it. She was the captain of the Harriman girls' soccer team, and they'd somehow settled into a friendship as fellow jocks. Even so, looking at her in the purple team T-shirt and a matching pair of jeans that hugged her near-perfect ass and showed off her long, graceful legs, he thought that he wouldn't have minded bagging her. "She probably is," he said glumly, trying to get his mind back on track. "I wish I could hear what sort of lies she's telling right now." "How'd you like to do just that?" Jeff smirked. "How? Turn invisible and just sort of stroll over?" "Not now, you can't, but how about tomorrow night?" "Saturday? What's happening then?" He didn't recall any party going on, and Lord help _anyone_ who threw a party and didn't tell _him_ about it. "Sue Ellen Kilroy's having a pajama party at her house. I know for a fact that Carla'll be there -- along with about a dozen other girls, mostly the A-list crowd. She'll have all night to convince them what a piece of scum you are -- even if you aren't." "Shit! How do you know all that?" "I got invited, too." She struck a comic pose. "I am the number one girl jock at Harriman." "So you're saying I should crash the party? Or are you going to wear a hidden mike, so I can hear what she says?" "I'm saying that I can get you in, no questions asked, so you can hear it for yourself." "Yeah, right. I guess this is what happens when somebody bounces too many soccer balls off her head." "A doubter, eh. Okay, come over to my place about... umm, 3:30 Saturday afternoon, and I'll show you." "I'll be there. It should be good for a laugh or two." "You just be there, Jeff and we'll see who's laughing." *** Jeff was more than a little skeptical, but Nikki's last words were too much of a challenge for him to ignore. 'I'll show up,' he thought, 'and, when she can't help me, she will owe me _so_ big. And I can think of all sorts of really _interesting_ ways to collect.' At 3:28, he stepped up onto her porch, and reached out to ring the doorbell. "So, you decided to show up," Nikki said, opening the door. She was wearing a pink sweat suit that didn't _quite_ hide her figure. "C'mon in." Once he'd stepped inside, she added, "Everything's upstairs in the bedroom." Her bedroom! Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Won't your folks get upset when they find a guy in your room?" "My folks are in Springfield. Dad had some business there today and Mom's roommate from college lives there, so they decided to go together and make a weekend of it." She turned and starting walking towards a set of stairs. Jeff followed. He gave her his best leer. "Then we're all alone here in your house." By now, they had reached the second floor. In his mind, he was making victory gestures. He'd known that she really wanted him, and that she'd give in eventually. What girl wouldn't? "Not quite." A woman stepped out of one of the rooms. She was older, in her twenties, tall and slender, with short, spiky black hair. She wore a black velvet gown and a dark purple bustier that revealed what had to be a D-cup rack. Her elbow-length opera gloves were the same color as the bustier, so were her lipstick and eye shadow. Jeff stopped and drank in the sight. "Who're you?" "I am Malificent, mortal." Her voice was firm, but low and sensual, almost a purr. "Tremble and be in awe at my unholy presence." Jeff laughed. "Not likely, babe. I'm usually the one who makes 'em tremble." Nikki stood in a nearby doorway. "Molly, Jeff, stop fooling around and get in here." "Molly?" He was curious now. "My birth name," the Goth said, "and totally unsuited for a sorceress such as I." 'I'd like to see you _totally_ unsuited,' Jeff thought, picturing her in the sort of kinky underwear she had to be wearing under that gown. Malif... Molly had a sort of bemused smile on her lips. "Actually, Jeff, I'm not wearing anything under this gown. I'll bet _that_ kicks up those dirty pictures of me that you've got in your head up a notch or two." "Works for me, babe." Damn, he was hard. That was probably what she wanted. "Anytime you're ready." He wondered if he was going to wind up in bed with the pair of them. Nikki interrupted the exchange. "Don't we have some business to take care of?" She had an odd expression. "Do you still want to find out what Carla's going to be saying about you at the party?" "You're right, Nikki, babe," Jeff said. Business first, then pleasure. "But, I still don't see how you're going to manage it." Nikki pushed open the door her cousin had come out of. "Then let me show you." Jeff followed the women into a pleasant, but nondescript bedroom. It was airy, with a couple of windows, each with a brown ruffled curtain. The bedspread matched. There was a brown dresser against one wall, but there were no signs of any regular use, no clothes, not books and just a couple of framed travel posters on the walls and a mirror on what had to be a closet door. "Is this your room, Nikki?" He asked. "This is our guest room," Nikki told him. "My room's too messy for what we've got planned." She pointed to an odd, five-sided design about four feet across that was chalked onto the rug. Jeff was a fan of horror movies. "A pentagram." He looked at Molly. "Well, you said you were a witch. What are we gonna get, an invisibility spell?" He didn't believe a word of what he was saying. He just hoped Molly did her spells -- what did they call it -- "skyclad"; that is, nude. "Oh, you'll be visible," the alleged witch. "Just step into the pentagram." When he did, she added. "Move your feet up so they're just inside that line by the dresser on the far side from where you stepped in." Jeff moved over to where she had said. "Now what?" A moment later, he felt someone standing behind him, pressing her back against his. "Nikki? What the hell are you --" She reached down and grabbed both his hands. "Just hold on," she said firmly. "Do it, Molly." Molly began to chant in a language Jeff didn't recognize. 'The hell with this,' he thought, but when he tried to pull his hand free and step out of the pentagram, he found that he couldn't move. Suddenly the room seemed to tilt and spin. It felt like he was suddenly standing upside down from the ceiling and spinning. Everything got dark and he couldn't feel his body -- or Nikki's pressed against him. Time seemed to stop as he floated there in the blackness *** Jeff was falling. Sensation raced through his body, and he was back, standing in the circle. He staggered for a moment as a wave of dizziness hit him, but it passed almost as fast as it had hit. He could feel Nikki's back pressed against him. Everything was back to normal, except that he was facing the door, rather than the dresser, and Molly was on his left instead of his right. "Well, _that_ was interesting," a male voice remarked in a sarcastic tone. Jeff glanced around, trying to see who had come in; the voice was oddly familiar. When he turned his head, long strands of dark brown hair flew in his face. He grabbed at the hair. "What the -- ow!" It hurt when pulled at it. Somehow, it had to be his hair. 'This is crazy,' he thought. 'I just got a haircut for Coach Udall.' The coach was a firm believer in short hair; helmets fit better that way. And why did his voice sound so weird, much higher than usual? "Something wrong?" that same male voice asked. It sounded amused about something. Jeff turned. "Yeah, I --" He was looking at... himself? He looked down at his own body. The view only went a short way before it was blocked by a pair of breasts pushing out the front of a... a pink sweatshirt. His hand shot up to them. He could feel himself being touched and the hand doing the touching was small, with long, slender fingers, whose nails were colored a light pink. "I'll thank you not to be groping my body like that," his twin said. Now the other Jeff sounded annoyed. The truth hit like a freight train. "Nikki... I'm... I'm you." "By George, she's got it," the twin said. "That's how you're going to get into the slumber party, as one of the invited guests." Jeff shook his -- Nikki's head. "Like hell." He turned and glared at Molly. "You turn me back right now, lady." "I can't," Molly said calmly. Jeff panicked. "You mean I'm stuck like this forever?" He didn't even think about the fact that Nikki was just as stuck. Molly studied her hand, as if looking at her fingernails, for a moment. "No," she finally answered. "You're stuck till about... oh, about nine tomorrow morning." "Tomorrow?" What had he gotten himself into? Molly nodded. "Yep. You remember how disoriented and weak you felt when I cast the transfer spell?" Jeff nodded. "Your -- let's call them -- spirits suffered major psychic trauma when they were switched. They won't recover till tomorrow. If I tried to swap you two back before then, it'd probably kill you." "I'll take the chance." He was desperate; overnight... as a girl, no way. His old body frowned. "But I won't, so forget it." "But Nikki..." he began. Molly lightly touched his forehead. "Let me fix that." She touched Nikki's as well and mumbled something in that same unknown language. "Now..." she looked directly at Jeff. "...tell me your full name." "Nicole Elizabeth Friedlander," Jeff answered without thinking. That wasn't right. "Nicole Eliz... Nic... ole. What the heck did you do to me, Molly?" The witch smiled. "You know who you _really_ are, Jeffie, dear, but you'll respond as Nikki would for the remainder of the spell. And will the real Nikki will act like you." "That is the silliest..." Jeff's voice trailed off. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips, speaking each distinct syllable in a singsong voice. Jeff Crawford never acted that way, but it was how Nikki Friedlander responded whenever she thought anyone was trying to put her on. "Shit." Nikki had a look of mild disgust. "Is _that_ what I look like?" He looked startled. "Geez, man, what am I saying?" "The truth," Molly said. "I always thought you looked rather silly doing that. As to _why_ you said what you just did, the spell worked on you, as well. You're responding as Jeff would. Besides, you're both not used to being in each other's body and seeing yourselves from the outside. It'll pass soon enough." Nikki moved his head up and down, a grin on his face. "Cool!" "So I'm stuck in Nikki's body till tomorrow," Jeff said with a sigh. "And now I'm going to talk like her. Oh, joy!" Nikki just shrugged. "Hey, babe, you were the one who wanted to get the dirt on Carla, not me." "I guess." Jeff sighed again. She decided that it seemed easier to just go along with all this craziness. "What time am I supposed to go to the party?" Nikki looked at his wristwatch. "About 6. You've just got two hours or so to get ready." "Get ready? Why can't I just go like this?" She made a sweeping gesture of herself and the sweat suit she was wearing. Nikki shook his head. "No way, babe. You -- are _not_ going to be seen at the party in that outfit. I've got clothes for you laid out in my room -- you'll look hot in them, too -- and your suitcase is packed, but you've got a shower and your nails to do first." Molly laughed. "Nikki'll be glad to help with the shower; won't you, my man?" "For sure." The new male leered at her old body. Jeff suddenly felt very small and _very_ vulnerable. "Uhh... no... that's... that's okay." *** "This is my room." Nikki opened the door and grinned, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about the mess." Jeff stood in the doorway for a moment. "That... that's okay." "My... your clothes for the party are on the chair by my desk. My suitcase's next to it on the floor. The bathroom's the second door down on the right." He pointed. "You sure you won't need help in the shower?" "I-I'll be fine." His grin was making her nervous. She walked past him into the bedroom. The room was a pastel blue, with posters of women's sports teams on the walls. The dark blue blankets were thrown back on the unmade bed, showing the matching, very rumpled sheets. Clothes were scattered on the floor along with a backpack, some books and a tennis racket. The desk near the bed was covered with books and papers, but, as promised, there was a pile of clothes neatly folded -- the only ones that were -- on the chair. A sea green suitcase stood on its side against the chair. "Nikki was right," Jeff muttered to herself. "There's no room on the floor in here for that pentagram." She noticed that a pink bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the door almost covering a floor length mirror that was mounted on the door. Nikki and Molly were watching from the door. "Sure you don't need help getting out of those clothes or -- maybe -- in the shower?" It was weird seeing her real body leer at her like that, kind of creepy, too. "No!" Jeff hurried over and slammed the door to emphasize her words. "I can do it myself, thank you," she hollered through the door. "But before I take that shower, I want to get a better look at myself." She smiled and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She tossed it on the bed and slid the pants down past her hips. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, stepping out of the sneakers and socks she'd been wearing at the same time. She tossed the robe onto the bed and looked in the mirror. "Mmmm, not bad," she whispered, not wanting the pair in the hall to hear. And it was true. Even in the plain white sports bra and matching "grannie" panties she was wearing, she looked pretty good. She turned back and forth to get a better view: perky tits -- 32C, maybe, narrow waist, teardrop ass and long slender legs that just the right amount of curve. Part of her felt a deep and abiding lust for the body she was wearing. But part -- just as big a part -- felt pride in how trim and healthy _her_ body looked, how pretty she was. 'Damned spell,' she thought. Then she looked around the room until she saw the alarm clock on a small cabinet next to her bed. '4:37. This isn't getting me ready for the party.' She took the panty and bra set from atop the pile on the chair. Somehow, the idea of going out in the hall, having to face Nikki and his leer in nothing but a robe, didn't seem like a good idea to Jeff. "I'll change in the bathroom," she decided. She walked over to the bed and picked up the robe. It had big pockets, so she stuffed the underwear into one. "Towels must be down the hall or something." She took a breath and opened the door. "I hope." "Looking good," Nikki's eyes roved slowly up and down Jeff's body. "Stand there for a minute and turn around _real_ slow." Jeff stopped and began to turn. Then she realized what she was doing. "Like hell." She walked quickly towards the bathroom. "Aww, don't go off like that, sweet cheeks," Nikki called after her. She could hear them both laughing. *** Pulling the curtain aside, Jeff stepped into the shower. "Ye-ow!" The water was far too hot for her new and much more sensitive skin. She quickly stepped back onto the mat. A quick twist of the hot water tap, and the water ran cooler. She stepped back in, reached for the soap, and began to lather up her left arm. The soap had a floral scent that she liked. The scent and the feel of the warm water on her body made her lose track of what she was doing. She finished her arm and began moving the soap across her breast. "Mmmmn nice," she said, enjoying the sensation. Then she happened to touch her erect nipple. It felt incredible. She just stood in the shower and, oh so slowly, ran her hand across her nipple. After a bit, she brought up her left hand to match her motions on her other breast. Her nipples felt hard as two pebbles, and her entire body was tingling. "Oh... oh, my," she moaned softly. It seemed like there was a direct link between her breasts and... down there between her legs. Each caress sent a jolt of sexual energy down to her crotch. She heard her old, male voice in her head. 'Let's really get that motor racing.' Her left hand moved slowly down, past her stomach, past her waist, down, down to the triangle of brown curls that marked the entrance to her new inner self. Jeff shivered as she ran a nail along her labia. A finger gently probed, then slowly entered her, a penetration she had never imagined. She closed her eyes and pictured her male self doing this to the _real_ Nikki. The finger found her clit and began to flick it like a guitar string. "Uh... uhh... uhh," she gasped. Her head went back and her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure radiated out through her body. Her knees felt weak, her legs wobbly and she quickly sat down. She leaned back against the back of the tub, her legs as wide apart as the tub allowed, as the warm water sprayed her body. One handed kneaded her breast, with her nipples wedged between two fingers. The other matched her movements. Two fingers were moving in and out now; in and out, in and out, while a third played with her clit. Something was building inside her like floodwaters rising behind a dam. Even her eyelashes were tingling. It... it couldn't last. The dam broke as a tidal wave of sexual energy exploded out to every part of her. Her back arched and her legs bucked. With a moan, she slid down until her back was flat against the bottom of the tub. The orgasm spent itself, subsiding down into a warm feeling, like honey running freely through her veins. "Ahhhh!" She became aware again. Her hands were still caressing her body, there and _there_. She let herself enjoy the sensations for a while before she sat up. She was panting like a long-distance runner. Her hair was soaked. And she felt... absolutely wonderful. "Oh, my lord," she whispered, too wrung out to speak any louder, and not wanting to be heard, anyway. "If that's what it feels like for a girl, why do they do anything else?" There was a sharp rap at the door. Whether they had heard or not, whether Molly and Nikki had _any_ idea of what she'd be doing, they were getting impatient. "Hurry up, Jeff," her old voice called through the door. "You've got a lot to do, babe, and time's a-wasting." She carefully stood up. "I'm... I'm just doing my hair," she answered. Her legs felt more steady, as she reached for an herbal shampoo. She'd need something to explain why her hair was wet. She was hardly ready to tell the truth. The shampoo made a rich, sweet smelling lather. She worked it through her long hair, enjoying the feel and the aroma for a few moments before she leaned forward and rinsed it off. She brushed the water from her eyes and stepped out of the tub. She turned off the water and reached for one of the towels on the shelf high up on the back wall of the tub. She wiped her face, then almost automatically, she wrapped the towel around her new body, tucking the end in the space between her breasts. A second towel went around her dripping hair. Jeff unwrapped the first towel and began to rub her arm to dry it. "Ow!" That hurt. She stopped rubbing and began to gently pat at her arm. Once she had the knack, she worked quickly, slowing only to dry her still _very_ sensitive breasts and vagina. When she was done, she tossed the towel in the hamper. The underwear was still in the pocket off her robe. "Oh, for the love of..." she said in disgust. The panty and bra were purple --no, lavender -- and just how had she known that? It was sheer and lacy and _very_ feminine. She put her arms through the straps and slid those straps up her arms and onto her shoulders. "Now how do I --" She stopped. Her arms had reached behind her and fastened the bra. By the time she wondered how she was supposed to fasten the bra, she already had. The soft fabric gave her breasts a feeling of support and it felt so good against her skin. The panties matched the bra in sheerness as well as color, semi- transparent except for the lacy embroidered gusset in the front. Still, she needed to wear something. As she pulled it up, past her hips and up to her waist, she was amazed at how different they felt from the cotton boxers she'd worn on her own body. She put on the robe without tying it and unwrapped the towel around her hair. A small, portable hairdryer was in a case on the countertop near the sink. She plugged it in, clicked in a comb attachment and began to dry her hair. Nikki's -- her -- hair was long. It was still wet, despite having been in the towel. It took a while to dry, and, despite the comb, it dried into a mass of long curls. "Looks kinda sexy," Jeff whispered. Then she startled herself by adding, "the bedroom look," and... giggling. Without paying much attention to what she was doing, she tied the sash to her robe and unlocked the bathroom door. When she stepped out into the hall, she saw that Nikki and Molly were waiting for her. Nikki was leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed and one knee bent, so that his foot was flat against the wall. They had been talking about something, but they stopped as the bathroom door opened. Jeff took a breath and walked past them and into Nikki's bedroom. As she walked, she was aware of how her hips were swaying, how she was taking short, feminine steps, but now it seemed natural to be walking that way. Nikki smiled -- no, leered -- at her as she passed. She could almost _feel_ his eyes on her as she walked. "Thanks for the show, babe," he called as she closed the door behind her. "What did he..." She glanced down. "Damn!" She'd worn the robe the way a boy would have, without concern for what showed above her waist. Her breasts, the nipples erect with embarrassment, were had been on full display, especially in the sheer material of her bra. *** There was a note she hadn't noticed before atop the pile. "I thought this stuff'd be easier -- Nikki." The handwriting was feminine, but at the bottom, Nikki had added, "but you'll still look hot." in Jeff's own, very male hand. The word "hot" was underlined. Jeff picked up the top item, a deep blue, long sleeved blouse with a wide collar. It was almost a man's shirt, except that the buttons seemed wrong. 'They're on the wrong side,' she realized as she was working them. It also had sewn-in darts, so that it emphasized her new breasts. The other piece of clothing was -- thankfully -- a pair of jeans. Even if they were a bright pink, they were better than a skirt. She stepped into them and started pulling them up. They were tight -- damned tight -- at her hips. She had to twist, wiggle, even jump up and down a couple of times to get them up to her waist. She tucked in her blouse and buttoned the jeans. It wasn't easy; she had to hold her breath to get them buttoned. What was worse, the blouse bunched up under the jeans, ruining the line. She pulled it out and smoothed it down around her hips. It clung to her curves, accentuating them. 'Mmm, looks good,' she thought, looking in the mirror. 'I do look hot." She turned this way and that, then faced away from the mirror and looked back over her shoulder at her butt. 'Damn hot!' She felt a sense of pride in the way she looked. At the same time, she felt a tingling in her nipples. "I'm turning myself on," she said softly, then chuckled. "Too bad there's no time to do anything about it." Since she didn't see any other footwear, she put back on the pink sneakers and socks she'd been wearing. Well, except for the color and the white lace trim on the socks, they might as well be boy's footwear. Jeff stood and walked to the door. "Ta da!" she said, pulling it open. "How do I look?" "Almost ready," Molly answered. "Nikki, why don't you take her back in and finish her. "You got it," Nikki said eagerly. Jeff felt uncertain. "What... what's the matter? Don't I look right?" "You look damn good," Nikki told her, looking her up and down, "but you'll look even better with make-up and, maybe, some jewelry." Jeff shook her head. "No way. I can't wear make-up." Then she surprised herself again by adding, "can I?" "Sure you can," Molly answered. "In fact, since people will think you're Nikki, you'll be expected to." That seemed to make sense. "Okay, but not too much." She let Nikki lead her over to a make-up table in a corner of the bedroom. She sat down, and Nikki pulled over the chair the clothes had been on. She faced it away from Jeff and sat down, leaning her arms on the back of the chair. "Don't look in the mirror, babe," he said, grinning confidently. "Better yet, close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise." Jeff wasn't sure, but she went along. "Purse your lips," Nikki said. "That means pucker up." Jeff did. She tried not to move when she felt something waxy sliding along them. The lipstick -- that was what it _had_ to be -- went away, and something soft dabbed at her lips in a couple of places. "Perfect," she heard Nikki say. "Try not to lick it." She'd been about to do just that but stopped. Something soft brushed first one cheek then the other. Then something was sprayed in her face and on her neck. "That was perfume, in case you can't smell it." She could. "Am I done?" "Not quite. Hold still." Nikki took hold of her left ear. She felt a slight pressure for a moment. Then she felt a slight weight. "That was an earring; my folks let me get my ears pierced last year. Here comes the other one." She felt the same thing on her right ear. "Okay, now you can look." Jeff opened her eyes. She wore a pale pink lipstick and blusher. A small white pearl accentuated each earlobe. In spite of herself, she smiled. "I do look better. Thanks, Nikki." "Glad to help, babe," Nikki told her. "One more thing, though." He opened a small jewelry case that was on the top of the table and took out a thin, silver chain with a small, silver, heart-shaped pendent. "Let me get this." She lifted her hair out of his way without being asked. He opened the clasp and put it around her neck. The metal felt cool against her skin. "There," he said, closing the clasp and letting the chain fall onto her back. "Now you're ready." *** "Stop sign," Jeff yelled as they neared the corner. Nikki already had his foot on the brake. "Relax, babe. I saw it." He eased the car to a gentle stop. "I don't know why I can't drive," Jeff said, pouting. "It _is_ my car." "That's right," Nikki replied. "This is Jeff Crawford's car. He'd never let anyone else drive it, not even a hot babe like you, _Nikki_." He stepped on the gas, and the car started through the intersection. "You just take good care of it, _Jeff_. No joyrides or anything after you drop me off." "Yes, mother." He gave her an overly sweet smile. "Any questions -- about the party or anything?" Jeff considered the offer, but... "No, I don't think so. I've known these girls for years. I even dated a few of them." "Even slept with a couple," Nikki completed the thought. "Just remember, babe, as far as they're concerned, you aren't big, studly Jeff Crawford tonight; you're Nikki Friedlander and she's a _whole_ different animal." "I know, but with that spell Molly put on me, I should be okay." "I hope so. You just try to keep out of trouble." "Yes, mother." She giggled at giving the same annoyed answer Nikki had given just a few moments before. "There's Sue Ellen's house," Nikki said, as they turned a corner. "It's too late now for any long talk." He pulled into a space in front of the house. They both got out of the car. Jeff waited by the door, while Nikki -- as they'd agreed -- got her suitcase and sleeping bag out of the trunk. He slammed the trunk and followed her, suitcase in one hand and sleeping bag slung over his shoulder, to the house. Sue Ellen met them at the front door. "Hi, Nikki... and, Jeff, hello." She gave Nikki (in Jeff's body), an odd look. "Come on in." She held the door wide as they walked into the house. Sue Ellen was a tall, gangly girl with dark blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She wore brown jeans and a matching top trimmed at the neck with pale yellow lace. "Hi, Sue Ellen," Nikki said. "Where do I put this stuff?" "Right here," the young hostess replied. "The party's in the family room, but I promised my dad that no boy would step more than two feet into this house tonight." Nikki's lips curled into a very male smile. "You mean your parents aren't gonna be here? Coo-ul!" "Forget it, Jeff. Mom's upstairs and Dad's running some errands. He'll be back later with pizza for us." Nikki shrugged. "Can't blame a guy for trying." "Sure I can." She took the bag from his shoulder. "Say goodbye to Jeff, Nikki and bring in your suitcase, okay?" "Ummm, s-sure." Jeff answered, suddenly feeling a little nervous as Sue Ellen walked away. Nikki put down the suitcase. "I better go." He started to leave, then stopped. "Don't worry; you'll fit right in." "You just take care of my car." Jeff looked up at Nikki, not sure what she was feeling. Then, on a wild impulse, she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Nikki's lips. She only meant the kiss to last a moment, but, without thinking, she raised her arm up and around Nikki's neck, pulling his head closer and making the kiss much more intense. When they finally separated, Nikki grinned. "Well, _okay_, then." "I... I-uh don't know why I did that." Her body was tingling as she tried not to think about how nice it had felt, how nice her whole body felt. Nikki's grin grew into a leer. "Just couldn't resist the old studmeister, could you?" He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away. He shrugged. "Later, babe." He was still grinning as he left. Jeff glanced quickly around the room. "Th-thank G-d, nobody saw that." She sighed and picked up the suitcase. Still looking around -- just to be sure -- she headed after Sue Ellen. *** "Hey, Sue Ellen," her mother called from the doorway, "your father'll be here in 10 minutes with the pizza. How about you and one of your friends setting up the table?" Sue Ellen glanced around the room. "Who wants to help?" When no one said anything, she added, "Helper gets first choice on the pizza." "I'll help." Jeff's hand was up before she even realized it. She stood up, trying not to look surprised and followed the other girl into the kitchen. Sue Ellen's mother handed her something. "Thank you for volunteering, Nikki. Please put this tablecloth on the table in there, girls. Then you can put out the plates, cups, and napkins." The pair went back into family room. Jeff unfolded the cloth -- it was paper, actually and disposable -- and tossed it onto the table. She took one end, while Sue Ellen took the other and they spread it out so that it covered the entire table. "What's with the 'Suzie Homemaker' bit?" Sue Ellen asked, as they carried in the other items and set them up on the table. "You normally don't volunteer so easy to help out on something like this." Jeff wasn't sure how to answer. She hadn't planned on helping out. It had just seemed the natural thing to do somehow. "I guess I was just hungry. Can't eat the pizza if the table's not ready, you know." "I suppose. It isn't like you, though." "I guess you could say that I'm not quite myself tonight." She gave a nervous giggle. "I could say that; it's kind of an improvement. Thanks for the help." "No big. Where's your dad getting the pizza at?" "Del Rosa. He's getting three large ones, cheese, pepperoni and veggie, plus some soda." "I hope it's not all diet cola." Rhonda Wells, a short brunette with glasses said, coming over to join them. "Perfect timing, Rhonda," Sue Ellen answered. "We just finished." "Timing is everything," Rhonda replied. "Your mom did say '_one_ of your friends'. If Nikki was in such a hurry to help, why should I stop her?" Jeff felt confused. "I... it... _somebody_ had to help." "Hey, relax, girl," Rhonda said with a laugh. "I'm just pulling your leg." She turned to Sue Ellen. "You never did answer me about the soda." "Diet Coke _and_ Diet Pepsi," Sue Ellen counted off with her fingers. "There's always somebody who won't drink one or the other, plus some diet orange and diet ginger ale." Mrs. Kilroy walked in with a large ice bucket, which she put down next to the paper cups. "Here's the ice for it." They heard the sound of a car pulling up. "And there's your father. Why don't you girls _all_ go help bring in the food?" Sue Ellen nodded and started for the kitchen door. "Sure," Jeff answered quickly and started after the other girl. Rhonda shrugged and joined them. "I guess that means me, too or is 'Nikki Homemaker' here enough help?" "There'll be enough for the three of you," Sue Ellen's mother said, "although Nikki's been a very big help so far." *** "She is so _right_!" Fionna Cleary blurted out. The girls were watching IN HER SHOES. Maggie, Cameron Diaz's character, had just gotten into her sister's collection of expensive high fashion shoes and she was talking about how those shoes "should be living a life of scandal", instead of being stuck away by their shy owner. Fionna was a short, freckled, strawberry blonde and senior class secretary. Sue Ellen took a swig of soda. "I would kill to own some of those shoes. They're even better than the ones Carrie has on SEX AND THE CITY." "I love that show," Karen Stein, a bosomy redhead, chimed in. "Did you see the one where she tries to get Aiden to stop smoking?" "I wouldn't mind a boyfriend who smoked if he looked like Aiden," Fionna sighed. That man is _so_ hot." "Yeah," Jeff said, "but he smokes. You know what they say, kiss a non- smoker and taste the difference." "And just how many non-smokers have you 'tasted', Nikki?" Sue Ellen asked. Jeff's face felt warm. "How many? I... uh..." "Maybe she's not into girls," Michelle Gaston suggested, pushing back her glasses with her index finger. "Maybe Nikki's one of those butch jock types that only gets hot for girls." She ran a hand through her auburn curls as if posing for something. "Not hardly," Sue Ellen said with a smirk. "I saw the kiss goodbye she gave Jeff Crawford. Girls that're into girls would never kiss a boy like that." "Ooooh," several of the other girls joined in. Jeff felt her face redden. "How... how did you see us? There wasn't anybody around when we... _said_ goodbye." "That mirror on the wall by the door," Sue Ellen told her. "From where I was standing, I could see that whole hot scene, and you couldn't see me." She took a breath. "That _was_ one hot kiss, Nikki." "I... I was just thanking him for bringing me over." "So, girlfriend and just _how_ you gonna thank him for taking you back home?" Val Taylor asked. Val was a tall, athletic Black, who sometimes lapsed into ghetto slang to tease, as she was doing now. "Some of us are trying to watch this movie," Lisa Neff interrupted. "If you're gonna tease Nikki, can you take it to another room?" "I... I'm sorry, Lisa," Jeff whispered, grateful for anything that changed the subject away from her. "_You_ have nothing to apologize for," Lisa answered. "I just want to watch this movie." Jeff quickly sat down next to Lisa. "Right now, so do I." By now, the movie had progressed to the scenes between Rose and Simon. "Why won't Rose go out with him?" Val asked. "He's kind of cute... in a geeky way." "The other guy was cuter," Karen answered. "Yeah, but he was such a sleaze, sleeping with the sister," Rhonda chimed in. Jeff wanted to answer that Maggie was so much better looking than Rose. Instead what came out was, "Sleaze or not, he was still cute." She stopped, and turned quickly back to watch the movie. *** "Okay, Angie," Sue Ellen said, "pick your victim." Angie Whitmore closed her eyes and reached down into the cup Sue Ellen was holding. "And the winner is..." She unfolded the piece of paper she'd drawn. "...Nikki Friedlander." "Okay, Nikki," Sue Ellen said, "come over and sit down." Jeff shook her head. "Draw again. I... I changed my mind." "Oh, go ahead," Carla Parker said. "Angie's mom charges good money for a make-over at her salon and Angie's gonna do you for free." "Let her do Sue Ellen. It's her party." "No way," Sue Ellen countered. "What sort of a hostess would I be if I took the door prize away from one of my guests? I didn't even put my name in." Jeff took a half step back. "But I-I like how I look." The prospect of having her make-up and hair done by the daughter of one of the city's best beauticians was definitely _not_ what Jeff had bargained for and it creeped her out. What bothered her even more was that a part of her wanted Angie to do it. "You chickening out?" Angie teased. She made a sound like a hen clucking. Some of the other girls started to join in. Another part of Jeff, the part that was still male, sure as hell wasn't going to let _anyone_ -- let alone a bunch of girls -- call him chicken. "All right," she sighed. She walked over and sat down in the chair next to Angie. "First," Angie told her, as she draped a smock over Jeff, "I want to do something with your hair." "What's the matter with my hair?" "All those curls you had when you got here are gone. What'd you do, just wash your hair and blow-dry it?" "Yeah, why?" "Because I think it was a good look for you. _And_ it was way different from that ponytail you wear all the time." She reached into the case she'd opened on the table and took out a curling iron. "Let me see if I can get them back and I'll show you what I mean." *** "Oh, wow," Karen said, as Angie finished. "Do me next." Several other girls shouted. "No, me... me!" Jeff swirled in the chair, so she could finally look in the mirror Angie had set up. "Oh... my... G-d!" Her mouth opened in astonishment. Her... Nikki's... _her_ hair was a mass of tight, blonde -- the wash Angie had used had lightened it -- curls, set off by two tiny pink bows. Her eyebrows, raised high just now, were a pair of thin arches. A deep blue eye shadow gave her eyes a "doe in the headlights" look, while mascara -- Jeff winced at the memory of that -- made her lashes look long and thick. Her cheekbones looked higher due to the blusher Angie had skillfully applied. Her lips were a bright red and very full. She gently touched those lips with her hand. The makeover had included a manicure. Her nails were now well shaped, a half-inch long, and the same red as her lips. She was... beautiful and, to her surprise, a part of her _felt_ beautiful and feminine and... and she liked feeling that way. She moved her hand down and, still amazed at what she saw, posed for the mirror. "Jeff's gonna love that pout," Angie teased her. "I hate to interrupt, but there's other girls waiting." "I... I'm sorry." Jeff stood up. Angie shrugged. "Hey, you were impressed by my work. I'm flattered." She paused a beat. "Could you do me a favor, though?" "I guess. What do you want?" Angie pointed to a container of oily, lemon-colored water that she'd used in rinsing Jeff's hair. "Empty that basin and rinse it out." Jeff nodded and carefully carried the basin into the nearby bathroom. When she came out a few minutes later, Fionna was in the chair. Angie put the cleaned basin on the table. "Hand me those curlers..." She pointed again. "...one at a time, as I ask for them?" "Uh... okay," Jeff agreed, handing her a curler, without really thinking, and waiting calmly until asked for the next one. *** Angie gave Sue Ellen's hair a last, quick shot of hairspray. "Okay, you're done." As Sue Ellen, her hair in a long braid, hurried to look, Angie handed the can of spray to Jeff. "Put this in my case and close it up." "Sure, Angie." Jeff put the can away and closed and latched the equipment case. Angie continued. "You were a big help tonight, Nikki. Anytime you're looking for a job, drop by my mom's salon. She can always use a good general helper." "Umm... thanks." Jeff was confused. Her _male_ self would never have spent -- she looked at her watch -- over two hours helping Angie do other girls' hair and make-up. Come to think of it, it didn't seem like anything the _real_ Nikki would do. 'It just seemed so natural, though,' she thought. 'Well, I won't be doing it again, so it's not like it mattered.' Sue Ellen looked at her own watch. "Hey, everybody, it's almost 12. I promised my folks that we'd be in our PJs or whatever by midnight." "Midnight," Rhonda protested. "That's way too early for bed." "Who said anything about bed? My mom figured we'd stay up real late, and she didn't want us falling asleep in our clothes." Rhonda shrugged. "Makes sense, I guess. Besides I brought a real pretty nightgown to wear." "I sleep in the nude," Val Taylor said with a wink. "Is that okay?" A couple of the girls giggled. "Better have a robe then," Sue Ellen said. "My dad's still in the house and my kid brother and his friends'll be coming back from their camping trip sometime tomorrow morning. Mom warned him about peeking in here..." She winked. "...but you know how _boys_ can be." Val looked a bit embarrassed. "Come to think of it, I _do_ have a nightie I brought along... just in case." She pulled off the yellow sweater-blouse she was wearing. All she had underneath was a pale yellow demi-bra that pushed up her lush breasts, making them look even bigger. She slipped one strap down from her shoulder and started looking through her overstuffed bag for the nightie. Jeff looked around the room. A dozen girls, some of the prettiest ones in his school were striping right in front of her. It was something she'd only dreamed about. Lisa Neff, the blonde head cheerleader, had unhooked her bra and set it on her suitcase. She was now casually stepping out of her skirt. Carla Parks, wearing only a black thong, was slipping on a pink sleepshirt. And Jeff didn't feel anything; she wasn't aroused at all. Damn! Sue Ellen tapped Jeff on the shoulder. "I said _everybody_ changes clothes." "Oh, I... I'm sorry." She walked over to her own suitcase and laid it down to open. Inside were a white blouse with a wide ruffled collar and short green skirt, her clothes for tomorrow; an off-white panty and bra set; a hairbrush and blue toiletry kit with Nikki's initials; and... "A baby doll nightie," she whispered. "I should've known Nikki would pack something like this." Terri Fulton, a slender brunette, had walked over to get her own case. "Hey, everybody, look what Nikki brought to wear." The others came over. "What? What?" Carla asked. "These." Terri grabbed the nightie from Jeff's case and held them up. "Oooh, sexy," somebody said. Karen giggled. "You're wasting these things, if you're wearing that for us. This is the sort of thing you wear for a boy." "And how would you know?" Fionna asked. "From listening to you," Karen told her. The two girls glared at each other for a moment before they both giggled. "Besides, Nikki's the one who's going to be wearing it." She handed Jeff the nightie. Jeff felt her face flush. "I... uhh, I didn't really mean to pack them." "But you did," Gilda Rosen said. "Put 'em on, so we can see how you look." Jeff shook her head. "Not with everybody watching." "She's right," Sue Ellen said. "We'll all finish changing. Then we can have ourselves a little fashion show." The girls agreed and everyone went back to where her own clothes were. Jeff moved a couple of feet, so that she was partly hidden by a sofa. She looked at the nightie as she unbuttoned her blouse. It didn't have any sort of built in bra. Should she leave on her own bra? No, she looked around, none of the other girls were keeping theirs on. She felt vaguely disappointed; all those naked tits and they might as well have been wearing parkas as far as doing anything for her. She tossed the blouse onto the sofa. Her bra joined it a moment later. She raised the nightie up over her head, put her arms into the short sleeves and let it slide down onto her body. The material was sheer. It felt cool, sensual against her body. _That_ made her nipples stand up. They, and her perky breasts, were almost visible through the cream-colored material. The bottom of the garment stopped just below the curve of her hips. She stepped out of her sneakers and socks. Then she reached under the nightie and unbuckles her jeans. It took a little tugging to get them past her hips, but, as soon as she did, they fell to the floor. She picked up the clothes from the floor and put them in the case. "I don't think we need that fashion show," Rhonda said, "we've already got a winner." "You got that right, sister," Val agreed. "Between that makeover Angie gave you and that nightie, Nikki, you're scorching. The boys'd be on you like white on rice. You'll have to beat them off with a club." Jeff tried to tease back. "That's not the way to beat off a boy." Then she realized what she'd said. Her hands shot in front of her mouth, as the room broke into bawdy laughter. She felt her body warm, her nipples tingle. The sight of a bunch of naked girls wasn't arousing her, but the thought of how boys would react if they saw how sexy she looked, _that_ was getting her all hot and bothered. What the hell was she thinking? *** Jeff was unrolling her sleeping bag in a corner by the sofa when Carla came over. "Can we talk? The redhead asked. "About Jeff, I mean?" "I suppose." Jeff put down the pillow she'd brought at the top of the sleeping bag and braced herself for the insults she been expecting. "You going to tell me what a bastard he is?" "No, I..." she actually seemed flustered by the question. Jeff looked at the other girl with suspicion. "What's the matter? I hear you've been yelling stories about him since he dumped you." "To tell the truth... I sort of dumped him." "And to add insult to injury, you're making up all sorts of stories about him." "I'm not. A... a couple of girls asked me what happened. I was mad, I admit it, but I didn't lie about him." "What exactly did _you_ say?" "I like Jeff -- I told them that -- but he's... it's like he's O-D-ing on testosterone. He can't help it that he comes on so strong... too strong for me, anyway. Maybe he's better with you or -- I don't know -- maybe you like him like that. I... I just wanted to warn you about it, that's all." "That's all? He's too _macho_ for you." Was that _all_ Carla had been saying?" "I think he was too macho for anybody. It's like he needs some kind of... some kind of help to... to be a regular guy." "Oh, sure. I'll sign... I'll sign him up tomorrow for testosteronics anonymous." "I'm not joking. He can get so aggressive, so 'his way or the highway' that you... _I_ had to break off with him before I... I don't know what I'd've done." She shook her head. "He's a guy... a football player; what's wrong with him being aggressive?" "There's nothing wrong with being aggressive, Nikki. I've watched you play soccer; you can be plenty aggressive... when you're on the field, anyway. Just like Fionna was aggressive when she ran for class secretary." She paused for a moment. "Jeff just -- I don't know -- he _abuses_ the privilege." Sue Ellen had joined them. "That's the truth. I went out with him a couple of times last year and..." She took a breath. "It was almost a relief when he started dating Lisa instead." "It didn't bother you when he dumped you?" Jeff didn't believe what she'd just heard. She... _he_ wasn't that bad. Was he? "It wasn't a dump. It was an escape." Sue Ellen looked at the two girls. "He's a nice enough guy, when his ego doesn't get in the way. I wish he could get cured of it." Carla nodded. "So do I, but it'd take something really drastic to cure him." "Well, Nikki's dating him now," Sue Ellen said, "so I guess that's her problem." She looked around. "But enough about Jeff. Let's go see what sort of gossip the other girls have." Jeff felt relieved that the subject was being changed. It had been weird sitting there being dissed, but it had almost felt like they were talking about somebody else. "Yeah, who else isn't here that we can talk about?" *** In a dream, Jeff heard Maggie, Cameron Diaz's character in the movie they'd been watching, talking about that special pair of shoes. "Shoes like this should not be locked up in a closet! You should be living a life of scandal. You should be getting screwed in an alley behind a club by a billionaire while his wife waits in the car and he told her he just forgot his wallet!" Jeff saw the shoes now. Someone was wearing them, a woman in sheer, smoky black hose that hugged the delicate curve of her legs until they disappeared under a tight, "basic black" dress. The dress rose, as the woman sat down on a barstool. Jeff could see that the hose were stockings. She could see the clasp of a red, lace trimmed garter. It was like watching a movie, as the view continued up the woman's body. Jeff saw broad hips and a narrow waist. The dress was cut low and the top button was open, showing a great deal of creamy, white breasts. The woman had narrow shoulders, a long graceful neck and Nikki's... _her_ face. But not the face of a pretty teen, though, this was the face of a beautiful woman in her 20s. She was sitting someplace -- a bar -- alone, drinking something alcoholic. A man, her real self, but years older, walked up to her. He was graying a bit at the temples but very handsome, rugged looking in a suit she recognized as Armani and very, very expensive. "Hello, Nikki." "Jeff." Her dream self looked up into his eyes and she felt the warmth of his smile igniting feelings that ran like electricity through her body. "Isn't Carla with you?" "She's out in the car. I told her I had to come back in to get something." Jeff ran her tongue across her upper lip. "Really? And what would that be?" "You." He gently lifted her chin with his hand. Their eyes met and he leaned down and kissed her, the need that they both felt was a tangible force between them. The kiss lasted a very long time. When it finally ended, Jeff could barely contain herself. "We shouldn't..." "Yes, we should." He helped her to her feet. "We have to." He glanced at the bartender. The man smiled at pointed to a door in a corner of the room. Her male self tossed the man a $100. "You didn't see where I went." "I didn't even see you come in, sir." The barman answered. Jeff stood up, and felt his male self's arm go around her waist. Her legs were wobbly and her male self had to help her across the room. When they walked through the door, he turned on a light and locked the door behind them. "We don't have much time." "We have all that we need." Jeff kissed him again. Her male self carefully unbuttoned the next two buttons of her dress. Her breasts were freed; she wore no bra. He bent down and tongued at her nipple, then took it into his mouth. She shivered at the warm, moist roughness of his tongue on her flesh. His fingers slid above her other breast, barely touching it, but where he did, sparks of sexual energy seemed to flow from his fingertips into her skin. Jeff's need grew and grew as the pleasure of his fingers and his mouth fed it like dry grass fed a forest fire. She _had_ to have him in her. She pulled at her dress until it was bunched up around her waist. Then she reached beneath it for the elastic of her panty. Her male self reached it first. He yanked. She heard the rip of cloth and saw the remnant of her panty in his hands. A great wave of sexual need washed over her as if any inhibition she had ever had was torn away with the panty. Her breasts were begging to be fondled, and there was a blast furnace between her legs. A blast furnace that needed -- oh, so very much needed -- to be filled. She leaned back against a desk, a table, she didn't care what it was. Her feet were a yard apart in those "fuck me" shoes. Her arms braced behind her for support. "Please..." "Only too happy to oblige," her male self replied. He opened his zipper and pulled out a snake... a fire hose... a battering ram. She didn't care. It was big and it was firm and it was so _very_ male, and she let out a sigh of intense pleasure as he slid it into her. There was no pain; she was more than ready. He pushed forward until his balls pressed against her flesh, and flashes of sexual energy sped through her. When he pulled back, her hips rose to follow. He pumped into her again. Their bodies were soon moving as one. Her head fell back; her body was drenched with sweat. And she loved it. She gloried in it. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes... YES... YEEESSSS!" Something was building in her, sparks flared at every nerve ending. She trembled, begging for release. And got it. Jeff shrieked as the orgasm hit, shaking her to her very soul. Her release made him spasm. He gasped and pumped what seemed like a gallon of his essence into her. She threw her arms around him, pulling him close and wishing that the feelings in her body could go on forever. They couldn't. She felt him stop, felt him go limp. Then, she felt herself waking up. She was alone, in her sleeping bag, in a corner of Sue Ellen's family room. Her body was drenched in sweat, almost as badly as in the dream. The dream! She looked around. No one else seemed to be awake. No one had heard whatever sounds she might have made. As she remembered that dream, she felt a tingling run through her. The memory of it was arousing her yet again. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the need she felt building. After a time -- mercifully -- she relaxed. The need faded, though it never really left. Her breathing grew steady, deeper. And she was asleep. Smiling. *** Music and the sounds of conversation woke Jeff. She lay still for a bit, listening, as the memory of where and _what_ she was came back to her. She was Nikki -- in Nikki's body anyway -- and she would be for a few hours more before Molly swapped them back. With that settled in her mind, she sat up in her sleeping bag and looked around. It was only 8:30 according to the wall clock. A few of the other girls were already awake. Sue Ellen was standing by the table where the food had been the night before. She was looking through a stack of CDs, while Fionna and Val danced to the song that was playing. Sue Ellen looked up from the CDs and waved for Jeff to come over. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, when Jeff finally got to the table. "You want to help me with breakfast?" "Why me," Jeff asked, pulling on the robe Nikki had packed for her. "I just woke up." "You were such a help last night, I thought that I'd ask you again." She waited a moment, then added, "C'mon, I'll teach you how to make crepes." Jeff shrugged and followed Sue Ellen into the kitchen. "Put this on." Sue Ellen handed her a frilly yellow apron. She put it on as if from long habit, tying the apron strings at her neck and waist. "Okay, what do I do first?" "See those two blenders?" Sue Ellen pointed towards the countertop near the stove. Jeff nodded. Both blenders were filled with a thick, milk- colored liquid. "When I say 'go'," Sue Ellen continued, "turn them on and let them run for about 30 seconds before you turn them off." While Jeff did as Sue Ellen told her, Sue Ellen put two large, shallow pans on the stove and turned the setting to medium high. "I'm done," Jeff told her. "Now what?" "Wait a minute." Sue Ellen put some water into a small cup. She splashed a few drops into one of the pans. They sizzled and boiled away. "Okay, bring the batter over." Jeff put the blender bowls over. "Now watch closely," Sue Ellen told her, dipping a small cup into one. She poured the batter into one of the pans, then shifted the pan, so that the batter covered the entire bottom. "See how it's cooking?" she asked, and Jeff nodded. In a few moments, the batter had firmed and turned a golden brown. Sue Ellen used a wooden spoon to flip it over. She let it cook a bit longer, then slid it onto a large plate. "Now you try." Jeff's first crepe was a bit darker, but not burned. Sue Ellen turned back to cook another, as she tried again. When there were a dozen crepes on the plate, Sue Ellen set the oven to 200 and put the plate in. "They'll stay nice and warm in there." In a short while, the batter was gone, replaced by 24 mostly golden brown crepes. "Not bad," Sue Ellen told Jeff. "You're a pretty good cook." "It was fun," Jeff answered. It had been fun, not the stupid "woman's work" she had always thought of cooking. "I can't wait to see how they taste." "You'll have to, though. We're not done yet." She put the second plate of crepes in the oven. "There's a gallon jug of milk in the fridge... bottles of OJ and grapefruit juice, too. Go put them on the table. There's still cups and plates there from last night." Jeff didn't even think about it. "Sure." She started for the refrigerator. While Jeff was getting the juice, Sue Ellen opened two cans of pie filling, apple and cherry, and poured them into a pair of plastic containers. She nuked them until the liquid was beginning to bubble, then put them on a tray along with shakers filled with powdered sugar and cinnamon. "Take this in, too," she told Jeff, who smiled and picked up the tray. Sue Ellen took the plates out of the oven and followed. Most of the girls were awake by now. "Breakfast's ready," Jeff said proudly, setting the tray down on the table. A few of the other girls were drinking the milk and juice she had brought out before. "What're we having, Nikki?" Val asked. Jeff felt embarrassed. "Sue Ellen made crepes. I... I sort of helped." "And she was a big help," Sue Ellen said, bringing in the containers of fruit, each with its own spoon. "Thanks, girl." "Th-thanks you letting me," Jeff answered shyly; she actually felt grateful for the chance. *** "Those're great looking slacks," Val said. "Can I borrow them?" Jeff looked down at the powder blue capri pants -- and how had she known what they were? -- that Nikki had packed for her. "I... I don't know." It seemed that none of the other girls were wearing their own clothes. Fionna had already talked Jeff into trading the yellow blouse she'd -- Nikki -- had packed for a skimpy pink cami top that showed a lot more of her than she was comfortable showing. She felt exposed and a little vulnerable. "Oh, do it," Gilda said. "I want to wear those violet shorts that Fionna brought -- they'll never go with that top you have on -- and you can wear these." She held up a turquoise skirt. A shirt, _never_! "I kind of like these pants," Jeff answered. "Yeah," Gilda replied, "but this skirt'll show off those great legs of yours." Jeff felt a rush of pride. Her cheeks were warm from her blush. "I... do you really think I've got good legs?" "Girl, you spent the past five years chasing a soccer ball up and down that field." Val had heard the discussion and come over. "Between playing and training to play, you probably got the best legs of any of us -- and that's saying a lot." She posed, showing off her own legs in the gray shorts that she had borrowed from Lisa. The other girls giggled and struck poses of their own. Sue Ellen came over and whispered in Jeff's ear. "There's somebody in the garage to see you." "Who..." Jeff whispered back. Sue Ellen put a finger to her lips. Hurriedly Jeff took the skirt. "Oh, all right." She stepped into it and buttoned it at her waist. Sue Ellen took her hand. "We'll be right back." Without another word, she led Jeff to the connecting door to the garage from the kitchen. Jeff shrugged and walked through. She heard the lock click behind her. "Okay," Jeff called into the dark room, "I'm here." An overhead light suddenly came on. The garage was empty except for his old body and Molly, who were standing across from Jeff. "Hey, babe," Nikki said, waving his hand at Jeff in her body. "M-Molly... Jeff... what are you doing here?" Jeff asked, automatically calling Nikki by her own, real name. Molly raised an eyebrow. "A bit more respect, mortal. I, Malificent, have come, as promised, to restore you and Nikki to your true selves." "Already," Jeff replied. "Are you sure that it's long enough since we changed?" Nikki chuckled. "You sound like you don't want to change back." He looked her up and down, staring at her like a hungry man at a buffet. "Not that I blame you, babe. I _never_ looked that hot when it was my body." "Do you really think so?" Jeff looked down shyly, then turned around slowly, so they could see just how good she looked. Nikki nodded. "I sure do. Why don't you come over here, so I can show you." Jeff hesitated. 'This is crazy,' she thought, 'I'm supposed to be a boy. Why am I acting like this?' "C'mon, babe," Nikki teased. "Aren't you even a _little_ curious?" Now there was a new voice in Jeff's head. 'A boy? That's silly. You're a girl, and you know it. That boy over there is _sooo_ cute; go on over and see what he wants.' Jeff should her head in confusion. "Get over here, babe," Nikki said. "I'll make it worth your while." He said the last with a leer. "O-okay." Jeff walked over. Nikki stepped up to her and put a hand gently on her cheek. Then he leaned in and their lips met in a kiss. Jeff sighed as a warmth spread through her body. Her arm went up around Nikki's neck. She felt happy and safe and very happy. Her nipples were tingling. Her knee bent and her leg raised behind her. Molly laughed, as Nikki's arm went around Jeff's waist. "Well, that isn't exactly the position I had in mind but you _are_ touching." She gestured, then spoke a few words in a language Jeff and Nikki had heard only once before. "Let your souls return to your own bodies as you become your true selves." The pair seemed to freeze in the middle of the kiss. They felt twisted, upside down, as the room began to spin. Then everything went black. Jeff felt as if he were falling from some great height. He... someone was kissing him. He tried to straighten up just as a wave of dizziness hit him. He staggered back for moment, then opened his eyes. A very pretty girl in a skimpy p