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Aphrodite's Orb and the Incredible Sex Nymph By PYT Me and Corky arrived at the dorm a little drunk. The frat party had been pretty wild and the only thing that could drag me away was a call from my best friend telling me he wanted to jump off of the fourth floor balcony. Rob had been acting a little bummed out since his girlfriend, Lynn, the love of his life, dumped him two weeks ago. Corky and I entered the dorm suite the three of us shared. Rob was lying on the sofa watching TV. Chinese food boxes were everywhere. "Get up, you slob," Corky said, slapping Rob's leg. "We saw Lynn at the frat party," I said. "Get up." "What for? My life is over. I'm not moving," Rob said. "She left me, Billy..." I had heard this speech umpteen times over the past two weeks. "We met in the third grade," said Rob. "I was always faithful to her, never looking at other girls. And what does she do?" Corky was mimicking Rob by this point. "She dumped me because she 'needs space to find herself.' Are you making fun of me?" He threw an empty carton at Corky. "I thought you were jumping off of the balcony," said Corky. The three of us had known each other forever, but Me and Corky never got along well. Corky was a jerk first class. Maybe it was because of all the lame pranks he pulled with that camcorder he carried around or maybe it was the way he treated girls. Don't get me wrong, I'm not Mr. Gallant or anything, but Corky could be a total sleezeball. I wouldn't trust him around my sister. Still, Rob was our mutual friend so that's why we all hung together. "Why don't you go to the party and club her over the head caveman style?" said Corky. "That'll win her back." "Not funny, Corkscrew," I said. "It beats sulking around here, lardo," using one of his many nicknames for me. I ignored him. "My life is over," said Rob. "I don't understand what happened between you and Lynn," I said. "You two were perfect." "I'll tell you what happened," said Corky. "She found someone with more gumption. Why would any girl want hang with a loser like Rob?" Rob slumped on the couch. Corky kicked him in the foot. "Hey, easy!" I said, pulling Corky back. "No, he's right," said Rob. "I've got nothing to offer her." Rob jumped to his feet. He startled me so much, I almost fell over. "That's it," said Rob. He grabbed Corky's arm. "Corky, you're a god." "That's what all the hotties say when they're screaming my name." Corky patted his t-shirt, which had a buxom naked girl on it and said "Boobies Rock!!!" Rob ran to a pile of clothes and books and started tossing things everywhere. "I know it's here somewhere. Ah ha!" He stood up, producing a jellybean-sized emerald. I couldn't tell if it was the light or my rapidly diminishing buzz, but it seemed to be glowing. "What is that?" "My grammy gave it to me when it was just a kid. It's magic." "You're full of it," said Corky. "No," he said, standing up and holding the stone out. "I'm serious. I left this thing at my parent's house 3,000 miles away. Then, when Lynn walked out on me that night, I found it in my backpack." "Are you drunk too?" I said, looking around. I didn't see any beer or anything. "And then this happened." He grabbed my shoulder. "I know you see it too - the glowing." I nodded nervously. I was beginning to wonder if Rob had finally lost it. Still, that didn't explain the glowing. "It's called Aphrodite's Orb. My grandmother was into ancient mystical objects. She said that when the time came, it would help me find true love. I never believed any of it until it started glowing yesterday. And there's something else - watch this." Rob grew several inches taller. "What the shit?" Corky stammered. "See it really works," said Rob, shrinking to his normal size. "How did you--," I said. "This doesn't make any sense. There's no such thing as a magic orb." "Why don't you make yourself buff and show Lynn what's she's missing?" said Corky. "That'll never work," I said. "She wouldn't believe that he could get muscular so fast. Besides-she should like him for who he is." Rob looked at his shoes. "He's right." "Don't you have any other girlfriends you could use to make her jealous?" said Corky. Rob shook his head. Corky looked my way. "I know you don't have a girl, pudge," he said to me. "Oh shut up." I knew what he meant though. I hadn't had a date in months. "Maybe we could hire an escort girl," said Corky. Rob said nothing. We all sat in silence. "What about your sister?" Corky said to me. "Bethany is at home over 1,000 miles away." Corky looked at me strangely. "Rob," said Corky. "Does that thing work on other people?" "I don't know." Rob looked at me curiously and clutched the orb, which glowed brightly through the cracks in his fingers. "Wait," I said. "What are you doing?" It was too late though. I felt a kind of burning, bubbling sensation under my skin and throughout my body that took my breath away. I was pretty disoriented for a few seconds. "Wow," said Rob. "That's pretty impressive. Maybe Rob can get a date now." I had never not been fat. Rob had done well. I had the muscle tone of a male Olympic gymnast, even as my XXL shirt hung on my shoulders like a tent. That's when I realized that my jeans had dropped to the floor. Corky laughed. Rob laughed too. I turned red and stumbled to the bathroom with the pants around my ankles. In the bathroom, I pulled off my shirt and admired my washboard abs. I never thought I could look like this. I made a muscle with my arm and wished that it were bigger, then something strange happened. I felt that sensation again; this time more bubbling than burning. My image in the mirror changed in slow motion. My shoulders narrowed and I seemed to drop down in the mirror. But my eyes were riveted to my face, which was changing ever so slowly. My face became rounder and softer, my nose smaller, my complexion fairer and dark hair inched to my shoulders. I stepped back and realized the total effect. I looked like my sister. I passed out. When I came to, I was on the sofa. Something smelled awful. I struggled to open my eyes and found Corky standing over me holding one of his smelly sneakers to my nose. "Tubby's waking up," said Corky. I slapped the shoe away and scrambled to my feet as I clutched at myself. I was back to normal. "Sorry, Rob," said Rob, "I didn't mean to throw you for a loop." "What happened?" "Corky had a great idea: you could pose as your sister." "That's crazy," I said. "Before you say no..." said Rob. Corky cut him off. "I don't see what the big deal is," said Corky. "Your man boobs are as big as your sisters. At least as her, you get to look good." "Oh yeah, then why don't you do it?" I said. "I'm too much of a stud. I'd never pass," he said. "You always wanted to be an actor," said Rob to me. "It'll be cool." "No," I said. He looked like he would cry. "But what's the big deal," said Corky, "You were into that sort of thing." It was true that Corky had once caught me in one of my sister's dresses back when we were in high school, but I hadn't done anything like that in a very long time. I was still pretty embarrassed about it to this day. I said nothing. I wanted to deny it but there was a part of me that was... I don't know: curious? "Plus," Rob said. "Once I get her back, I'll give you anything you want. You like the muscles, keep 'em." I wouldn't be able to go this big without raising some eyebrows, but a little extra would be nice. Maybe an inch or two of height. And a little expansion downstairs too. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it. Just don't turn me into my sister. That really freaked me out." Rob's face brightened. He didn't say a thing, but, smiling, he tossed the orb to Corky. "Wait why are you giving it to him?" As I said, Corky was a jerk prankster and I was uneasy about him having control over my appearance. "Corky's the lady's man. He's got a better imagination," said Rob. "Just don't be stupid," I told Corky. He smiled. I started to feel that warm feeling again. I hurried to the bathroom: I didn't want to change in front of them. I closed my eyes, shocked that Corky was so eager to transform me. When I opened them, I was even more shocked. I had missed most of the transformation, but I could see my hair lengthening past my shoulders and my body was thinning out as I got shorter. I guessed I was a few inches shorter than my normal 5'10." I also ended up rail thin. There were other minor changes too. My eyebrows were arched, and my cheeks had a bit of natural blush to them. My overall face shape was a soft and feminine. Then I noticed what I wearing. A sport bra and shorts so short they looked like underwear. I admired my long, thin legs and was a little surprised that Corky hadn't turned me into a bimbo sexpot given his tastes. I had more of a "hot girl next door" look. Still, the clothes wouldn't do. "I can't go out dressed like this," I said through the door. New clothes appeared out nowhere. I was now wearing a pair of embroidered jeans and a pink halter. I also had on a nice pair of strappy sandals. "Not bad," I thought. I should stop for a second so you won't think to badly of me. I really hadn't put on any female clothes in years and I was proud of that fact. Yet, there was this piece of me that was giddy and anxious and excited by the prospect. I felt like an alcoholic who had just been given the green light to drink a fifth of gin. Lynn wasn't at the frat house. We found out shortly after we arrived that most of the party had moved on to Franco's, a pub a few blocks off campus. Franco's was damn packed that night and I was definitely having second thoughts. Walking from the car to Franco's front door, I had been noticing how my body moved differently. The new shape of my pelvis made my hips rotate a little more than normal and the narrowness of my shoulders caused my wrists to brush against my hips even though they weren't that wide. Rob led me in by the hand, which was awkward enough, but what made me really uncomfortable were all the stares. "Why's every one staring at me?" "Maybe it's because you move like a guy," said Corky. "Look at how you're standing." I had my hands in my jean pockets and was standing with my feet shoulder's length apart. He was right. I looked at a girl across the pub and imitated her stance by putting my hands in my back pockets and pointing one of my feet out. "Look there's Lynn over there." Rob dragged me over to Lynn who was talking to a group of friends. Corky followed. "Hey, ladies," he said. "Have you met Rob's new girlfriend, Natasha Onatop?" Billy blushed. I looked at Corky and had to force myself not to laugh. None of the girls laughed. I guess they didn't get the joke. One of Lynn's girlfriends, Tyler, held out a hand. "Hi," I said. Lynn glared at Rob. "What are you doing here? You don't drink." said Lynn. "Neither do you," said Billy. "What's it to you anyway? Natasha's my girl now." Lynn didn't say anything, but gave me a look like she wanted to claw my eyes out. One of the other girls grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away. The next few days were like that. We'd follow Lynn to some public place, Corky would change my appearance to look like a different girl each time and I would fawn over Rob, feeding him potato chips, giggling at his stupid jokes and trying my best to act as demure as possible all while Corky videotaped us from afar. Corky was having a blast playing with the orb. And I said, I was a bit worried about Corky having control of the orb, but he didn't do anything crazy with it. The body he gave me on the first day must have been inspired by a ballerina or figure skater. I was swanlike and elegant. I was almost as tall as Rob who was almost six feet tall. I moved gracefully without really trying, which was good as we showed off for Lynn by tossing a Frisbee around. I did some stretches and spread- leg jumps just because I could, my yoga pants flapping in the air, trying my best to look like the girls I'd seen on TV. The next day, Sunday, Corky turned me into a stunningly pretty black girl. He gave me a petite hourglass figure and me and Rob followed Lynn around the shopping mall until she bumped into us. The look on her face when she saw me holding onto Rob's arm as he lead me away told the whole story. The last straw was back on campus in the commons. Corky made me into a shockingly beautiful Latina with flowing raven locks, exquisite cheekbones, pouty lips and perfect flawless skin. At the lunch table, we were pouring it on pretty thick. There I was laughing in the husky goddess voice Corky had given me. Rob was tossing grapes high in the air, catching them in his mouth and chewing like a crazy rabbit. Just then Lynn showed up across the room. "Play it cool," I told him. She gave a look that could have wilted a flagpole. Rob stopped laughing. "Can we talk?" Lynn said. Rob looked at me. "I'm going to buy some carrots," I said and got up and left. I went to Corky who was leaning by a window. His camera was hidden in his book sack. No sooner had I arrived he said: "Now that's quality TV. Look!" He pointed at Rob and Lynn who were passionately embracing. Some of the people at the table near them actually applauded. Leon Krelnik, an engineering genius with windowpane thick glasses grabbed my hand sympathetically. "Does this mean you're on the rebound?" he said. Corky shoved him away. "Get lost, twerp." Later that night Rob ran into our suite shouting. I was at the little kitchen table eating cereal. Corky was in his room probably looking at porn on the internet. "I have great news guys!" said Rob, running up to me. I was back to my normal self. Rob didn't stop moving, but sprinted into Corky's room. I could still hear him. "She said, 'yes!'" Rob came running out. Corky followed. Rob ran into the room he and I shared. "What's all the yelling about?" said Corky. Rob was stuffing things into his red duffle. "Lynn said she'll marry me!" "That's great," said Corky. He slapped Rob on the back. "But where are you going?" I said. Rob put his cap on and went for the door. "He's eloping," said Corky. "Hold on, stud. You're forgetting something." He tossed the orb to Rob and pointed at me. "Oh yeah," Rob said. "Well, what changes do you want?" He asked me. Then he tossed the orb back to Corky. "Better let Corky do it." I was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so I whispered to Corky. I wanted to be fit. Not Olympic fit like earlier, but in really good shape. I also asked him to give me more downstairs. My manhood had never been very big, barely five inches hard and not much thicker than my thumb. I asked him to double it. Corky guffawed. I was worried that he would do something crazy. The orb glowed. But there were no tricks. He did exactly as I asked. "What about you?" asked Rob, as Corky handed him the orb. "I never touch the stuff," said Corky. "Suit yourself," said Rob. Rob went to the table, leaned over my cereal bowl, grabbed a can of cream soda pop and ran to the door. "Thanks, guys." Then he was gone. My dreams were pretty weird that night. I kept picturing the new me having sex with dozens of gorgeous women. During the night, I thought I heard Corky in the other room still on-line. The next morning, I woke up feeling strange. I climbed off the top bunk - the bottom was Rob's - or I tried, but lost my footing and crashed to the floor. I don't know what happened. Normally, I just swung my feet over the edge and hopped off, but this time the floor seemed a lot further down than usual. I got up and went to the common bathroom in the hall. The suite was cold. I was naked since my old civvies no longer fit - I should have told Rob to make me some new clothes before he took the orb - but being naked was no big deal. Corky didn't have any classes today and had probably stood up all night. There was something off about my movements, I realized as my grogginess faded. Every step I took was like a dance. I'd put my left foot forward and my entire body would follow rhythmically, one body part at a time; hips, thighs, stomach, chest and shoulders. I was moving like a belly dancer. A few steps like this woke me up completely. I tried to get a good look at myself in the mirror, but could only see a little and I didn't believe what I saw. I ran back to my room, hips pistoning like a like a sex machine and noting for the first time the counterweight and jiggle of my chest. There was a full-length mirror behind the door that we never used. I yanked off the winter coat that covered it and what I saw in the mirror made me gasp. The creature I saw in the mirror was the most exaggerated version of the female form I'd ever seen. The face was heart shaped with cheekbones so high they almost obscured the eyes. The nose looked like it belonged on a cute little porcelain doll. The body was impossible. That waist couldn't have been over 14 inches around, but those hips were easily twice that size; maybe bigger. The breasts were indescribable. They were bulbous and round and very, very big. I couldn't quite gage their size. They weren't larger than my head but they looked positively gigantic compared to my tiny hands when I cupped them. That's when I realized why I had trouble seeing myself in the bathroom mirror over the sink: I was tiny. I looked around the room. Everything was bigger and higher. Rob's CD rack was by the door. Normally, it was beneath notice, but I knew it was about four feet tall and I could barely see over the top - even as I realized that I had been walking around effortlessly on my tip-toes the whole time. I also realized that my proportions were way off. As I gyrated across the room-apparently this body wasn't built to move any other way - I saw my little feet between my breasts. Standing next to one of my shoes (men's size 10), my feet now seemed to be only a third of their regular size. My hands had shrunk the same and the fingers were dainty with long thin nails. I looked back at the mirror and saw myself. I did a 360 to admire my tight oversized heart shaped ass. I puckered my perfect pouty lips and smiled. The mass of wild blonde hair on my head was so large that it was bigger than my whole body. I couldn't believe it was me. That's when the overall effect of my exaggerated features hit me. I looked like some kind of sex nymph or some guy's primal wet dream version of the perfect female. Sex nymph. I wondered if I had pointy ears, too? I drew back part of my hair hand. My ears looked normal, if somewhat small, like the rest of me. That's when I noticed my breasts in the mirror. The areola's were large and pink and looked so smooth and creamy. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and saw that my areola were so wide that I couldn't even cover them with my little hands, but that thought was quickly destroyed when the sensation of touching my nipples zipped through my body like a cross between an electric shock and a gust of cold air. I actually fell to the floor rubbing my nipples, which had come to full attention - they were much larger than my tiny thumbs. I could feel them brushing against the inside of my tender palms. The nipples, the breasts, the palms were all so sensitive that I found myself unable to stop moaning loudly. I put a hand on my pussy. It was burning hot and literally dripping with excitement. I plunged my fingers into it - I don't know how many; they were so small it may have been all of them - and stroked myself furiously as I rubbed my right nipple with my free hand. I saw my other nipple sticking enticingly into the air. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't want to stop what I was doing with my hands. That's when something truly weird happened - the weirdest thing yet. I was staring at my free nipple and trying to get my head closer to it, so I could lick it. I stuck my tongue out, but my tongue kept longer and longer. It was long and thin enough to actually wrap around and caress the nipple. The incredible feeling of working my pussy with one hand, a nipple with the other and the other nipple with my tongue was way too much and in no time I had an orgasm so powerful I thought I actually exploded. In reality, I passed out screaming like a banshee. I woke up to find Corky knocking on my door. I was lying in a puddle of sweat and pussy juice and probably saliva too. I was back in my new male body, completely naked. "Hey, fats," he said through the door. "Do you have a chic in there?" "I'm not fat anymore," I said. "You're still fat to me," he said. In class, I couldn't stop thinking about the sensations I'd experienced that morning. My skin had felt so sensitive. In fact, all my senses had seemed more vivid. I could clearly remember the feeling of sauntering around the suite naked. That was to say nothing of the orgasm, which without a doubt had been the single greatest thing I'd ever felt-hands down. It wasn't just the sex nymph body either. All of the bodies I'd had since this all started seemed a cut above even my new fit male physique. Sure, a few girls looked at me here and there as I walked through the commons, but I still basically looked like me. Not ugly, but not handsome either. However, in those beautiful female bodies, I'd turned heads everywhere I went and somehow everything, even the feeling of walking, standing and sitting felt better and more real. I shook my head as I stuffed my book bag after my last class - philosophy of the day. It's not like I wanted to be a girl or anything. So what if I had had more fun. Girls were supposed to have more fun. I was a guy and I wasn't gay so I'd just have to let it go. Walking across campus back to the dorm suite, I got that funny feeling again. The wave of effervescent sensation washed over me very quickly. I saw myself in the reflection of the sciences building window. I was a leggy, tanned blonde in an emerald green thong swimsuit and stiletto heels. My heavy winter coat and other clothes had simply disappeared. I was still carrying my bag on my shoulder though. I was dumbfounded, but I supposed I shouldn't have been - I'd never figured out why I changed into a sex nymph earlier, so what was to stop me from changing now? Two guys had their faces pressed to the glass of the window next to me; they were practically drooling. With the little scraps of clothing I had on, I was freezing. I gave a friendly wave and hurried off. Hurrying wasn't so easy. I realized the heels I were wearing were platform stilettos, probably seven inches high and although I hadn't had a problem walking in the 2-3 inch heels Corky had put me in before - I'd tried on my sister's, and later my mother's, shoes growing up, before my feet got too big - but the shoes plus my heavy book bag were almost too much for this tall and trim, though petite, body. It was all I could do to keep from falling on my face. "Can I help you?" said a guy in tight blue jeans and a T-shirt. My body reacted to his closeness. My nipples perked up and I felt a warming between my legs. What was happening to me? I almost told him yes until I felt another change coming on. "No, thanks," I told him going around a corner as fast as my tower platforms would allow. I ended up in the parking lot behind the administration building. I could tell I was very small again - not sex nymph small, but small - and I had straight jet black hair that hung past my ass. A glance at my reflection in a car window confirmed that I was a cute Japanese girl - and stark naked. One of the campus administrators - I think he was charge of registration - gawked at me from a few feet away. I smiled again as it like the only good response in a situation like this. Then I put the book bag on backward to cover the front of my body and waddled away. The concrete felt very rough under my tender bare feet. I came to rest by a big tree. I threw off the bag. I had thought it was heavy when I first changed into the blonde in the platforms, but as the bag was now as big as my body and almost half my weight - I couldn't have weighed over 85 pounds - I was totally unable to lug it any further. I was freezing and the dormitory was only about five minutes away, but I was still naked and there would be a lot of students around the outside of the dorm. Then I felt the change happening again. Clothes appeared: a green tube top and skirt - for which I was thankful. Still, the bubbling sensation intensified: it was really strong this time around my chest. The tube top stretched as my breasts quickly expanded outward, doubling and redoubling in size until they were larger than any breasts I'd ever seen. I had been still sitting in the grass and in that position the breasts actually sat firmly on my thighs even though my legs were flat on the ground. They stuck out past my rib cage and partially covered the fronts of my arms. I tried to get up, but I couldn't actually reach straight forward. I couldn't reach around them either. I rolled halfway to one side, but couldn't get my free arm around my breasts to brace myself. Then wavy brown hair spilled into my vision and I spilled face first onto the grass. Of course, my breasts were so big that even mashed as they were under me and out sideways, well past my ribcage and arms, my face was still a good nine inches from the grass. I tried to push myself up, but didn't have the upper body strength to make it to my knees, so I tried to roll to one side, but lost my balance and spilled again, breasts and hair going every which way. This was so frustrating! What kind of body has tits so large that they make simple movements impossible! I must have looked like some kind of sexy wild animal as I struggled to get upright. What was causing these changes? And why did my breasts get so huge? I couldn't see my waist - the breasts totally blocked me from seeing the lower part of my body-but touching my trim hips with my hands, I guessed that each breast was half again the circumference of my narrow waist. As I pondered the ridiculous proportions of my body, a light bulb went off in my head. There was only one person who could be responsible this. Corky!!! It had to be him. I'd never met anyone more obsessed with the female form before. His collection of nudy mags took up all the space under his bed. He'd probably stolen the orb when Rob and I weren't looking. In fact, he was probably taping me now with his video camera! I looked around furiously, but didn't see anyone. This was a quiet part of campus. Leaving my bag by the tree - I'd have to get it later, I crawled across the grass to a light pole. The crawling wasn't easy. As I said, I couldn't really get up right thanks to my scrawny arms. I had to crawl on my elbows and knees, but the breasts were so humongous they dragged solidly along the grass wobbling fiercely and pushing my arms apart. I ended up inch-worming my way to the pole. Through sheer will, I go to my feet by bracing my back against the pole and edging my self up slowly. However, something on the pole caught the back of my top and pulled it down causing my massive boobs to spill out. I was just about to give up trying to get the stretchy material back over them when I felt the change coming again. I finally made it back to the dorm and snuck up the back stairs. I had changed there or four more times on the way: from a stupendously curvy black chic in a pink cat suit, to a reed thin red head with big boobs to a busty weight lifter to a stacked blonde in a bikini who was amazingly tall - maybe as tall 6'6" - I wasn't sure. That's how I entered the suite. "Corky!" I screamed. I was tall, but my voice was still high and girlish. I burst into his room and noted the naked pictures plastered everywhere. He was on the computer. I grabbed him and pulled him to his feet-I was at least as strong in this body as I was normally, maybe stronger. "Unbelievable," he said, his expression was a mixture of awe and fear. "Who are you?" "It's me. Billy!" I said. "Stop playing around." "I didn't do this to you." "You're lying," I said. "This is one of your stupid pranks." "I swear dude. It wasn't me, but look on my computer." I did. There was a woman on his laptop screen who looked as I did now. "'Tiffany Timbers,' world's tallest stripper, 6'10"". I clicked the back button a few times, and sure enough there were pictures of all the women I had changed into on the way to the dorm. I saw the ultra busty woman on the screen and I felt myself changing again. "Turn it off!" I said. He slammed the laptop closed and I changed back to myself. "I don't know how this happened. I don't have the orb." I believed him. I know it was crazy going to a self-proclaimed psychic in a strip mall on the edge of town, but I was desperate. Madame Claire looked at me and Corky from across the table. "There's a simple explanation for what's happening to you," she said. She stirred her gypsy tea. I looked at her as if to say, "Well, what is it?" "It's not his fault either," she pointed at Corky. Then she looked at me. "The orb is inside of you. You swallowed it." I thought of Rob reaching over my bowl of cereal just before he ran out of the suite last night. I gasped aloud. "But that means I'm changing me." "Correct." "But hold on," said Corky. "Why'd he end up looking like the girls I was, um, looking at online." "That's also easy; because he wanted to assume a shape that would please you." Corky looked at me like I was some kind of pervert. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" I said. I rose from my seat and stormed out. We didn't talk at all on the way back to the door. In the kitchen area, Corky walked over to me. "There's something you need to know," he said. Then I started to change again. I shrank to about 5'3" and felt silky brown hair falling to the middle of my back. I was wearing a floral print dress and my breasts were a moderate C cup. Corky started to say something and he reached for me. My breasts reached back. That's to say, the blew up pretty big. Nowhere near the dodgeball sized things I had earlier, but at least DD's. "Stay away from me!" I said. I ran to my room and locked the door. I flopped on the lower bunk and cried like I hadn't since I was a child. Corky left me alone for most of the night. It gave me time to think- about everything. About how I changed to everything from Corky's not- quite-human dream girl that morning to the pretty young thing I had become now. As I stared at my lovely oval shaped face in the mirror - I hadn't changed again since earlier - I realized the psychic was right. I had been trying to please Corky. I thought about Rob and Lynn and how happy they would always be now that they'd truly found each other. I wasn't gay though. There was nothing about Corky's body that turned me on at all. Yet, he was good at heart and fun to be around and it struck me that not a day went by that I didn't think about him. Corky knocked on the door softly. I opened it. He was holding a TV dinner. "You should be hungry. You didn't eat all day," he said. "Come in," I said. He put the food on the desk and motioned for me to sit. I did. "Listen, Billy," he said, uncomfortably. "Seeing you like this - as a girl - over the past few days has unlocked feelings I didn't know were inside of me." He pulled up a chair and sat next to me. "You're my best friend. I've always thought of you that way, ever since we were little kids falling off the monkey bars. I know I haven't always been nice to you, I've even been pretty rotten to you at times. But it's only because I've always like you. There's no one in the world I trust more than you." He looked on the verge of tears. "I know," I said, "I feel the same way." "You do?" He said. I nodded. I grabbed his hand. He looked a little uneasy. I felt uneasy too. "But I'm not gay," I said, letting go. "I'm not gay either. I've never had a thought about sleeping with a man in my life." "Me either." "The only thing that's turns me on are tits, hips, pretty faces, long legs and tight asses." "Me too," I said. "So what do we do now?" "I think I have an idea," I said. It's been a year. Rob and Lynn never came back to school. We got a postcard from them. They got married in Hawaii and just had a baby. Corky and I decided to stick it out in school - as Candy and Billie. That's right; we're both girls now. It was the only solution. He liked girls, I liked girls and we liked each other so it made sense. Candy used her hacking skills to make up new identities for us. I still look as I did that night a year ago; apparently Candy really thinks it's the most beautiful face in the world. She made my breasts a little bigger and gave me more curves, but I can't complain. Candy turned herself into a real bombshell. She's a 5'10" red head with a voluptuous figure that would put all those scrawny supermodels to shame. Of course, her boobs are enormous - she gets custom made bras for free for appearing on a nudey website. I haven't figured out what to tell my mother. We hadn't been close for a long time. I guess when the time comes, I'll tell her I had a sex change. It's technically true. Life is good. I'm beautiful, I get to wear pretty clothes everyday and the sex is so good it should be illegal. Neither Candy nor I have changed again since that night and the orb seems to have slipped away somehow, but that's okay. Hopefully, it will be as good for someone else as it was for us.