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The Class Project by Janice Dreamer Chapter 15 "I know I had asked off for tonight and all next week, Sir, but I had a change of plans. I thought you might need a little extra help is all," Robyn explained to Mr. Peeps. She crossed her fingers, hoping he'd just let her go to work. Donna was with her family and all her other friends were back in their home towns. She'd thought about calling Brad's cell but he was probably asleep what with the time difference. Besides, she'd just end up lonely *and* horny afterwards. Calling Jim was absolutely out of the question; she was still stinging from his rejection. The thought of being alone tonight was unbearable. Peeps eyed her skeptically. Something was up with her that she wasn't talking about. He almost asked what was going on with her but he stopped himself. Well, it wasn't his business in any case. Instead he said gruffly, "It's New Year's Eve, girl. Of course I can use the extra help." "Thank you, Sir!" Impulsively Robyn hugged him. He returned the hug for a brief moment then he stiffened and cleared his throat. She stepped back and said shyly, "Well, great then. Let me go change into my uniform." "Be quick about it, girlie, there's tables waiting out there." Robyn flashed a grin and practically skipped into the back to change, her spirits already beginning to lift. As the evening went on Robyn was feeling somewhat better. She'd been harried by customers wanting to party hearty most of the evening and that helped her forget her troubles. Most nights the work energized her and tonight was no different; she enjoyed the flirty interplay with the customers and joking with her coworkers. Near midnight she and several other waitresses were preparing to ambush John Peeps. Stephanie, who normally worked days, was the ringleader. "Okay guys, we're gonna get him this year." Heather cautioned, "He's tricky. We're gonna have to be quick and especially not give ourselves away too early. Nobody make a move until the countdown reaches three." Peeps was standing by the bar watching over the action as usual. All the televisions were tuned to the big ball in Times Square. The countdown began and all the happy partiers started counting along. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One! Happy New Year!" Robyn and her co-conspirators suddenly came at Peeps from all sides. He was caught completely off guard. Each of them simultaneously planted a loud kiss on his cheeks and forehead. He grinned like a little kid then instantly turned stern. "Okay, girls, back to work. I don't pay you to run around kissing the boss!" They all giggled and broke away to check on their tables. * * * * * Robyn looked up from where she was slumped on the couch when the door swung open admitting a very subdued looking Jim. "Hey," Jim said diffidently. His head was lowered and he wouldn't meet her gaze. "You're back early. I didn't expect you for a couple more weeks." In fact he'd moped aimlessly around home for five days before he admitted to himself that he couldn't stand it any longer and decided to come back early. He hesitated, suddenly unsure what he could do to fix things now that he was here. Robyn was acting very casual, considering what had transpired between them. She seemed determined to deny her female self. He blamed himself. If he hadn't come on to her she might have gradually come to accept her new, and in his opinion, better life. She might be able to deal with a stranger like Brad treating her like a girl. But having her best friend get all horny over her just seemed too much for Robyn to handle. In the end all he could think to say was, "I got bored. You know how it is. Thought I'd come back and use the time to look into that program." He paused, then continued hesitantly, "Also... I... umm... missed you. Sorry you had to cut out early..." Robyn shrugged and tossed her head. "It's okay. Peeps called and needed me for New Years," she lied. "You were... sleeping and I didn't want to wake you." Jim blushed, embarrassed down to his toes. He remembered most of what happened that night and wasn't proud of himself. "About that... I'm really sorry Robyn. I shouldn't have drunk so much..." "It's cool Jim." She was almost militantly indifferent. She'd never let on how much his total rejection hurt her, that would be the final straw on their crumbling friendship. "I'm your friend, not your mother. You're entitled to drink whatever you want." "I know... but... anyway... sorry." "Whatever, Dude. Forget it." She felt herself getting emotional and turned her head, pretending interest in what was outside the window. She would *not* show her true feelings. She'd keep their strained friendship together no matter what. "Well... I guess I'm going to head over to the computer center. I... I think I'm going to see if I can make any progress on that summoning program." "Suit yourself," Robyn said feigning disinterest. She felt guilty that he planned to work on what he thought of as helping her but there was just no way she wanted to be around him right now. The tension was so thick she knew nothing good would come of spending time with him. She quickly came up with an excuse. "I'd come with you but I'm supposed to meet Donna later on." "'Kay. Guess I'll see you later then." He started to say something more then stopped himself. He just nodded and turned to leave. Robyn watched him as he headed out the door, hating how awkward they suddenly were together. * * * * * "Hey there, Sweets. Have you missed me?" Robyn giggled into her cell. She felt a flash of desire just hearing Brad's voice. She glanced over to where Jim was working on his computer as she passed his doorway. He was putting on a show of very pointedly ignoring her conversation, but his rapid fire typing had paused when the strains of ?Ode to Joy' blared out of her phone. She walked back toward her bedroom, speaking in a lowered voice, "You know I did." "I missed you too, Babe. Come on over, I want to see you... *now*." She flushed, remembering Jim's drunken accusation that she went running whenever Brad whistled. It irked her that Brad obviously had the same presumption that she'd just drop everything to run to him like a puppy when he called. But what was worse, she was embarrassed to realize that they were both right - she felt sudden, incredible desire for his touch. She swallowed and licked her lips. "I'll be right over." Feeling like a total fool, she walked down the hall, knowing she'd have to pass by Jim to reach the door. In an overly casual tone of voice she said, "Heading out, Jim. I'll probably be late." He didn't even glance up from his screen. "Whatever." She bit her lip, wanting to end this weird emotional standoff. "Jim..." she said tentatively. Jim heaved a sigh. "Go ahead and go, Robyn. I'm busy with this code anyway." She knew he meant the demon summoning routine. He'd been working on that constantly ever since he got back in town. She felt a familiar flash of guilt that she hadn't been helping him with the work. She told herself that she didn't have time what with working at Peepers, exercise classes, and helping Donna brush up on her math - she was taking several courses this spring and asked Robyn to help her prepare. But in truth she'd simply been avoiding Jim. "Okay. See ya," she said sadly. Jim resumed clacking away on his keyboard and she quietly slipped out of the apartment. When he heard the door close, Jim slumped back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair and cursed. He listlessly held down the backspace key to delete all the nonsense characters he'd typed to make Robyn believe he really couldn't care less. It killed him to think what she was doing next door, and who she was doing it with. He put that thought out of his mind and set his shoulders. If their history together doomed their friendship as long as she remained a woman he would do everything in his power to restore her to her former self. Meanwhile Robyn tapped on Brad's door and it was opened immediately. He pulled her into a rough kiss as soon as she was inside the door. She was gasping in moments, totally swept away. Later, they lay together in his bed. She was in that familiar haze of total bliss after sex with Brad. He always pushed her beyond her grip on reality. Sex with Brad was so intense it was almost like a drug. She sighed happily and listened to the sound of his heart beating. She could stay like this forever. "Did I tell you I was accepted as a transfer student?" she murmured, wanting to share her news with him. "Hey, that's cool, Sweets. What time is it?" Brad glanced at his watch. Typical. Just when she was feeling things were perfect, once he satisfied his desire he grew distant and restless. It was as if he didn't really find anything about her interesting except for sex. But that couldn't be true. She knew he cared for her; he had to, didn't he? He wouldn't share the things they shared if he didn't. Brad wasn't the type of guy who just wanted to get laid, she thought. He just had trouble expressing his feelings. Sometimes she wished Brad could be like Jim and treat her more as a friend and equal. Or perhaps... Jim might see her as a sexy girl like Brad did... but no, forget that, it was impossible. "I don't know. Brad, can't we just talk awhile?" Brad sighed. He shifted in bed. His tone was petulant as he replied, "Sure, we can talk. So, Sweets, have you done anything about the pill? I swear you'll love the feeling of being fucked without that rubber interfering." Robyn nodded, suppressing a wince at the crude way he put it. She knew he was only thinking about her. But his comment had the flavor of a command. "I've got an appointment at the student health center in a couple days." "Good girl. You won't regret it." He patted her head possessively. "Since you've transferred in now, have you thought any more about getting into a dorm?" Robyn stiffened. She bit her lip and studied her fingernails. She was dreading him bringing this topic up. "Hmmm?" Brad persisted. He wouldn't let her silence be an answer. "Brad... let's not talk about this now. I like where I'm living. I don't want to move." He was silent a long moment. Robyn was afraid to face him. She turned her face away and toyed with the sheets nervously. "Well, suit yourself," he finally said, with a nonchalant tone. "I just think it would do you good to meet some new friends. New *girl* friends." He acted like it was no concern of his but inside he was angry. Since when did his little bimbo start thinking for herself? "I've *got* girl friends, Brad. Lots of them," she said firmly. She felt a bit giddy and proud of herself for standing her ground. It would strengthen their relationship if she showed a little independence, she thought. But when she saw him frown she backed down a bit. "I... I'll think about it, okay?" He rose from the bed and started looking for his clothes. He wasn't too pleased with the backbone his little piece of tail was developing and decided to punish her. "I've got to get going. Got to get over to the fraternity. Call you later, Sweets." * * * * * Robyn trudged through the frigid morning, her breath coming in clouds, lost in thought until she saw a familiar face. "Hey Cathy! Great to see you!" Robyn called out across the bare, frozen campus. She bounced up and down excitedly when she saw Cathy walking on campus arm in arm with Greg. She ran up to give her friend a hug. Cathy grinned and released Greg's hand in order to return the hug. The smaller woman was so open and genuinely happy to see her. So unlike the guarded uber-nerd Bob. It was getting harder and harder to think of Robyn and Bob as the same person. "Hey yourself, Robyn. Fancy meeting you here," Cathy jumped right in with rapid fire chatter. "Whew! I'm exhausted. Christmas with the ?rents." She rolled her eyes. "You know how *that* is. But then Greg and I got together for New Years. We've been going full tilt ever since. We just got back from a weekend ski trip. It was fantastic! So how was your Christmas? Umm... how's things with Jim? You told me something about that thing..." Robyn smiled ruefully. "Christmas was great. We all had a blast. Then we went to that party. It was eventful, as I'm sure you can imagine. Jim... Jim's fine. It's just... things are kinda weird between us right now..." She lowered her voice and murmured, "Umm... I'll tell ya' later." She turned to Greg and changed the subject, giving him a hug also. "Hey big guy, it's great to see you too. Hope you and Cathy tore up the slopes." "Oh we're better at apr?s ski than *actual* ski," he quipped with a self deprecating grin. "Don't let him fool you, Robyn. Greg's an expert." She flashed him a look of pride. "So what're you up to out here in the cold?" "I've gotta register for the Spring semester. I told you my transfer came through didn't I?" Robyn giggled. "Jim really did a great job on that." Her expression briefly turned sad before she continued. "Anyway. Now I've got to see my advisor, then I need to try to get into some decent classes." "Ah. Well that's cool. I'm sure you'll get what you need." She looked up at Greg again and said, "We're working on our future too. Heading over to the administration building to get our transcripts sent out. Greg's applying to law school out in California and I'm applying to the same school for grad work. Keep your fingers crossed for us." "Sure will, but you don't need it. Your grades must've turned out great as usual if you're applying for grad school?" "Believe it or not, but I got an ?A' on our project. Old Krawlaski was a bit stuffy about me not turning in a video like we'd promised but I gave him that story about how my partner had a family emergency and I had to finish the report solo." She reached out and took Robyn's hand. "Sorry, Robyn. I know you said it was okay to use that excuse but I still feel sort of guilty about it." "It's all right, Cathy. I admit it feels really weird to not go online to check my grades." She smiled sheepishly. "Umm... I actually did look my grades up; I couldn't resist. Of course, I got a whole bunch of incompletes." She dropped her eyes and hugged herself against the chill air. "I hope that won't be a problem if... umm, I mean *when* I change back." "Hey, things have a way of working themselves out," Cathy put her arm around Robyn's shoulders. She always felt torn whenever Robyn insisted on throwing her new life away, which is how she viewed it, not as regaining her old life. She thought Robyn was a better person than Bob had ever been and used every opportunity to convince her friend of that. Trying to put the right spin on things she said, "Even if worse comes to worst, you're back in school and won't lose that much time if... well... if we can't change you back." Robyn raised her chin and got a stubborn look on her face. She thought of Jim and his expression every time she acted the least bit girly. She was getting tired of living her life to meet others' expectations. But would she go through life feeling like a fraud and a freak? She'd begun having doubts about that. The incident with Jim had really set her to thinking. But she firmly squelched those feelings. Almost like she was reciting by rote she said, "No, I'm going to change back. I've got to." Cathy looked doubtful but she nodded agreement and said, "Yes, sure, Robyn. We'll find a way." * * * * * Robyn tapped at the open office door. "May I see you a moment, Professor Smithfield?" Smithfield straightened behind his desk. He gestured at a visitor chair and said, "Certainly. Come in. What can I do for you, Ms...?" "Wilson. Robyn Wilson." She slipped between the stacks of clutter littering the room and sat down. "Ah yes. You're the transfer student. How may I help you, Ms Wilson?" Jonathon Smithfield leaned back in his chair in his practiced ?I'm listening' posture. He was almost a stereotype of the imperious academic windbag. He was tall and thin, balding and wore wire-rim half glasses for reading. He was a dinosaur in the computing world. A holdover from the days of punch cards and shared time on large mainframes. Billion dollar super computers were right up his alley. But he thought LAN was a four letter word and saw nothing ?personal' in computing. He thought the great unwashed masses had no business fiddling with computers - they needed gatekeepers like himself to perform the wizardry for them. His one great strength was his genius in cryptography. He was a consultant to several government agencies as well as private industry. It was the research grants he attracted to the university that had earned him his position as chairman of the department. "Yes sir, I've brought my course schedule over for you to approve." She diffidently held out the sheet with her proposed classes. She'd been assigned a regular faculty advisor but had just learned that he was on sabbatical this semester and the department chair would act in his stead. She saw this as a good thing since she wanted to get her old job back as Smithfield's assistant. Smithfield leaned forward and took the paper. He reclined back comfortably and studied it for a long moment, giving out the occasional ?hmm'. Eventually he looked up and focused on Robyn. His eyes seemed glued to her bosom. "Ms..." he glanced quickly at the paper again, "Wilson. Don't you think this schedule is a little... ambitious?" "Umm... no, sir. I feel certain I can handle that course load." Robyn shifted nervously in her seat, folding her arms across her chest protectively. "Well, we shall see..." He took out his pen and put a line through CS 359, an advanced cryptography course. "Why don't you pick out a less taxing elective for this semester before you attempt such a demanding class?" Robyn was dumbfounded. Of all the arrogant, presumptuous, boneheaded jerks! "Y... yes, sir," she managed to grit out meekly. His pen paused beside another advanced programming course. He glanced up and said with a raised eyebrow, "I suppose we can leave this one for now. But I'm concerned for you, young woman. I strongly recommend that we review your progress in plenty of time to drop this course with no grade penalty if you're having problems." "Yes, sir, that would be fine," Robyn said. Silently she was thinking, ?sign it you bastard'. Smithfield seemed to find that acceptable and scrawled his signature across her form. He handed it over and appeared to automatically dismiss her. Robyn hesitated. She knew this wasn't the right moment but perhaps her initiative would impress Smithfield. Or perhaps it was some stubborn impulse that made her press ahead. Whatever motivated her, she heard herself say, "One more thing, sir... I... I thought I might apply for the position you posted. For a research assistant in cryptography?" Smithfield's brows rose. "That posting is for a graduate student." Robyn shifted nervously in her seat. She leaned forward earnestly. "But I'm told you had an undergrad last semester." "Yes, Robert Wilson. He was a senior. And a special case..." he trailed off, preoccupied. Smithfield sat silently a moment, lost in thought. He regretted losing Bob as an assistant. The young man had been ideal. He had no social life so he willingly worked long hours at the most awful drudge jobs. Bob also had the occasional flash of brilliance and his ego was so small that he allowed Smithfield to take most of the credit for his ideas so long as his name was included on the research. It completely puzzled Smithfield that such a passionate and dedicated student would just vanish one semester before his graduation. His puzzlement was liberally mixed with irritation that he must now find a replacement for Bob. And that irritation spilled over onto Robyn for reminding him. Smithfield suddenly sat up straight and his expression turned critical. "Ms Wilson, your standing is officially a Junior, as I recall. But that's still probationary pending my final review of your transcript. I have some doubts concerning the equivalence of several of your transfer credits..." Robyn broke into his speech, "But sir, I've done quite a bit of independent study in cryptography. If you'd give me a chance I know you'd be impressed by my work." She was shocked. All the courses Jim had fabricated for her had been basic core courses. She'd never considered that Smithfield would question them. Smithfield leaned forward. His expression was barely controlled anger. This impudent little creature had amazing gall. She looked more like a party girl than a serious student. She was certainly decorative but he doubted she was good for much else. Over the years he'd had to endure the incursion of females into his chosen field but he retained a prejudice against them. It was his opinion that they lacked the logical mindset and were not disciplined enough for the long hours required of a serious programmer. "Young woman, do you have any idea how presumptuous you sound? I will decide when and *if* you are ready to become a research assistant, if ever. It is irrelevant that my previous assistant was an undergraduate. Robert Wilson was an exception. He was a bright and promising young man. And believe me, *you* are not Robert Wilson." "Wanna bet?" Robyn muttered under her breath as she rose to leave. "Excuse me?" "Oh nothing," Robyn said. She squelched her own anger and turned on the saccharine charm she reserved for the worst jerks at Peepers. "Thank you *so* much for your time, Professor. I know how busy you must be. Perhaps next semester, after I've had a chance to demonstrate my academic capabilities, we can discuss this again." Smithfield blandly replied, "Yes, Ms Wilson. It's been a pleasure to meet you. I try to acquaint myself with all the students in my department. I applaud your ambition. However, I just want to caution you that a major university is not the same environment as a community college. If your studies prove too onerous feel free to drop by and see me during office hours." "Thank you sir. Please don't get up," she said flippantly, turned and strode out the door with her head held high. She barely restrained the impulse to crumple her signed course schedule and fling it in his waste basket. * * * * * Smithfield sat at his desk staring off into space. The young woman had really outraged him. So brash and overconfident. She definitely needed a dose of humility. But that would come, that would come. For now he had another matter to think about. She'd reminded him again of his former assistant. He wondered once more why a bright young man would just abandon his future. Reaching for his phone, he decided it was his duty to try to do something. "Hello, I'd like to report a missing person," Smithfield spoke into his phone as he tapped a pencil against a file folder opened in his lap. It was Bob's departmental file. "Yes, his name is Robert Wilson. He's been missing a bit over a month. No, I'm not a relative; I'm his faculty advisor at the university." Smithfield continued to answer the questions the bored police clerk asked him over the phone. He felt it was just his duty to report Bob missing. The boy might be in some kind of trouble, after all. They gave him a bunch of runaround about how students dropped out all the time and Bob was a responsible adult, etc. But Smithfield stood on his dignity as a respected member of the community and insisted that Bob was due to graduate this spring and had a bright future ahead of him. He would simply not just stop showing up for classes and shirk his responsibilities as Smithfield's assistant. Eventually he was told the police would look into the matter. With a feeling of self righteous moral superiority he laid the receiver down and picked up another student's rather shaky transcript to begin determining his ultimate fate. * * * * * "Hey Amy's back!" Robyn heard a shout from a table up near the door. She turned and saw her friend's face through the crowd. Robyn waved excitedly and hurried over to greet her. Besides being glad to see her friend for the first time since before the holidays she was grateful for another waitress to help out; tonight was busy. "Amy, gawd am I glad to see you! It's been crazy in here tonight. So, anyway, how was your Chrisssss....masssss..." Robyn rushed over talking rapidly. Amy had her back turned as she shrugged out of her coat. When she turned around Robyn moved to hug her but she stopped short with her hands on Amy's upper arms, frozen in mid-embrace. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Oh my! Hello!" "Like ?em?" Amy grinned proudly and gave her shoulders a little shake that sent her brand new D cup breasts dancing on her chest. She was wearing a cami top with spaghetti straps that left practically nothing to the imagination. She chattered on excitedly and a bit nervously. "I bought myself a Christmas present with my savings. Aren't they something? Only problem is I had to buy all new bras." Robyn controlled her initial surprise as she saw how happy Amy was. She completed the hug and felt the odd sensation of a pair of breasts as large as her own pressed softly against hers. The two girls were almost the same size and now they were nearly the same shape as well. She pulled back and grinned, looking down openly at her friend's new endowments. "They're... they're... amazing, Amy!" Amy's smile grew even wider. "I just can't get over it. I feel so... different now. And guys just seem to fall all over themselves around me now. It's so weird." "I know the feeling, girl. Sometimes I feel like guys see me as a pair of boobs with a person attached. It's kinda fun sometimes but it can get old. Especially if the guy doing the staring is creepy." She shuddered slightly to emphasize her feelings. "I know what you mean, but I'm still so new at this hot bod thing. I'm loving all the attention." Robyn smiled and thought, I'm new at it too, oh if you only knew. "Well, let me go and get ready to start my shift." Robyn watched her friend sally forth into the crowd. Amy moved with a new confidence Robyn hadn't seen in her before. She bore herself as any woman certain of her sex appeal does. Robyn had heard some horror stories about breast augmentation but the changes wrought on Amy's sense of self by a couple pouches filled with saline were manifest. Robyn never suffered the adolescent doubts of a young girl developing breasts. Bob had his share of adolescent agonizing but his was more the flip side of embarrassed realization that his pudgy male chest resembled female breasts far too closely. She'd received instant D cups and couldn't truly empathize with Amy's feelings of inferiority. Robyn watched Amy through the evening. She was more vibrant and flirtatious than ever before. And she received much more attention from the customers than normally. She'd always been popular but tonight she was a *star*. Amy appeared to be in heaven, she practically danced across the room as she carried her orders to her tables. She was getting attention from everyone and was lapping it up. When Tom Johnson arrived with his football buddies they sat in Amy's section and made a huge deal over her new improvements. Amy laughed and joked with them, teasing them sexily. Robyn saw her lean in close to Tom and whisper something into his ear then pull back with a laugh. His eyes were fixed on her breasts and she gave him a little shimmy. Robyn felt loathing for Johnson and a twinge of dread for Amy. "Better watch your step with Mr Hotshot Football player, Amy," Robyn warned the next time they were at the bar collecting trays. "Who? Tom?" Amy made a ?pooh-pooh' gesture. "Don't worry. He's harmless. But he sure is awfully cute." Robyn noted how Amy blushed and dimpled. She was really getting into her newfound popularity. "I'm serious." "What's wrong? Can't stand the competition, Robyn?" Amy tossed her head. "Amy! You know better than that. I've been cheering for you all night long," Robyn took Amy's hand. "I say ?Go girl!' But Johnson's different. He's bad news. Just be careful, okay?" Sure, sure, Momma. I'll be careful." Amy raised her chin and nodded false reassurance. * * * * * Later, after closing, Amy and Robyn were counting their tips and gossiping. "Wow! This is more than I've *ever* made... even on a game night," Amy said, fanning herself with a thick sheaf of bills. She grinned like a little girl and cupped her breasts. "These babies are gonna pay for themselves!" Robyn laughed and pushed her playfully. "Simmer down girl. The boobsie twins there didn't earn those tips. You did; you're a popular girl." "Yeah right. Coming from our cleavage queen herself. I'll bet your tips would be cut in half if you weren't so well endowed." Robyn was silent, considering her words for a moment. She knew she was one of the top tip earners at Peepers. Was it just because of her looks? She liked to think it was her personality and attitude that counted most. Amy's observation was a sobering thought. One of Bob's most frequent complaints about pretty girls was how they seemed to go through life getting by on their looks. She didn't think she did that now that she was a girl -- at least not consciously. She was actually a bit annoyed at Amy's suggestion. It was weird how things looked different depending on your perspective. "I've just never thought of it that way, Amy," Robyn said slowly, giving Amy's comment more weight than her friend had intended. "I think you made better tips tonight because you were more self-confident and happier. Everybody saw it. It's not just your looks." "I was just joking with you, Robyn. But... seriously, if you're honest with yourself, your looks really do help. I'm not saying that appearance is everything, but it *is* easier for pretty girls. I found that out tonight big time." "Yes, you're right," Robyn smiled and gestured at her body. "I admit people are nicer to me partly because they find me attractive. But in the long run I still believe it's what's inside that really matters. You've always been popular because you've always been sweet and nice to people." "Maybe. But it's still cool to have guys think I'm sexxxeeeee," Amy tried to lighten the moment by throwing her shoulders back and shimmying her breasts with a little giggle. Robyn laughed and hugged her. "Well, just try to keep the girls under control - you don't want to put some poor guy into shock!" "Oh there's a few guys I'd like to shock," Amy said with an impish grin. "Do tell!" "Did you see the way Bob Thompkins was checking me out? He's so *hot* and he's always acted so casual before. Like he never even saw me. Not tonight, though. I thought he'd fall out of his chair when I took his order." "He wasn't the only one. I swear half the place was drooling in their beers over you, Amy. The male half!" Amy dimpled and dropped her eyes. "And Tom Johnson... I know you warned me about him. But he's got such a great body. He treated me like visiting royalty tonight. I thought he was very sweet." Robyn's expression darkened. "Just please be careful with him, Amy. I know you're a big girl, but he creeps me out. I don't want to see you get hurt." Amy jerked her chin upwards defensively. "I know and I appreciate it, Robyn. I'll be careful." Robyn's cell started ringing ?Ode to Joy'. "Lover boy calls," Amy said archly. "You're in pretty deep with little ol' Brad. Maybe you should take some of your own advice, Robyn. His reputation is a long way from lily white." Robyn gave her a tiny smile as she turned slightly and flipped her phone open. "I'm waiting for you, Sweets. When do you get off?" "I'll be right over." She flipped her phone off and turned to try to explain that Brad was different but Amy had already collected her things and was walking toward the door. * * * * * Robyn stabbed the keyboard, shutting down her computer. After reading the email four times, the words still echoed in her mind. On review of her transfer credits it was Professor Smithfield's sad duty to regretfully inform her that 18 credit hours had been disapproved as not meeting the university requirements. Damn the arrogant jerk! Now she would have to drop the one Junior level programming course remaining on her schedule as she no longer had the prerequisite credits to take it. Smithfield ?recommended' that she spend the next two semesters re-taking those courses he'd disallowed. Damn, she thought, that was six whole courses she'd have to re-take - and two of them were courses she'd actually taught last semester as a teaching assistant. What a fucking asshole! How dare he screw with her life like this! She put her head in her hands. Part of the deception Jim had pulled off with her transfer included a student loan that covered her tuition. But she'd been counting on the teaching assistant job with Smithfield to help cover the remainder of her expenses. That was down the drain now. When she'd taken the job at Peepers she'd thought of it as a stopgap. Now she'd need to continue working there, maybe even ask Mr. Peeps if she could work more shifts, to cover her expenses. Actually that didn't disturb her; she really enjoyed working there. Who would have ever guessed? She wandered out to the living room and flopped down on the couch. It was early morning and Brad had kicked her out on some excuse. He claimed he needed to go to some frat thing. What frat event could possibly be going on this early in the morning? She felt insecure, bored and edgy as always when Brad distanced himself. Were all her days going to be this empty? She could get back on her computer but that seemed so lame. She had friends, many more than Bob. She enjoyed hanging out with Donna and Cathy and Amy, although Amy was acting a bit strange since she returned with her new boobs. But she couldn't spend all her time with them. She wished she could spend more time with Brad, at least then she wasn't bored. Or Jim. Jim. She missed the easy way they used to talk. Now she felt awkward and shy around him. Why couldn't he deal with her as a girl? She loved the way people interacted with her now. Everyone but Jim. She knew she should be using her free time to work on the demon program but she just couldn't find the ambition. She wasn't even sure she wanted to change back anymore. And she felt so guilty knowing that Jim spent so much of his time working on it. Besides, she felt so weird around him now, he acted like he was hurt all the time and spoke very little. Of course he was driving himself so hard because he was so freaked out over her change. Classes were due to start in a couple days and there was nothing in her chopped up class selection that really interested her. Basically every single one of the classes she was taking would be like repeating kindergarten. She needed something to challenge her, occupy her mind. Donna was all excited about the business courses she was signed up for. She wasn't a regular student but the University permitted local residents to audit classes at a nominal fee. Several had even been accepted as undergrads after recommendations from Professors they'd audited and impressed with their work. Maybe she could take a course with Donna? That might be fun. And Donna would sure appreciate having a friend in class with her. She glanced at the clock. Two hours before her appointment at the health center. God, she dreaded that! But she supposed she needed to take care of herself. And pacify Brad in the bargain. But the idea of seeing a Gynecologist was completely surreal. Well, no sense obsessing over it. She picked up a course catalog and listlessly started leafing through it, looking for classes she'd need to register for to follow Smithfield's ?recommendations'. * * * * * Robyn gritted her teeth and stared at the ceiling. Some kind soul had pasted a cute poster of a kitten tangled in yarn up there. She lay on a paper cover exam table with her legs in a set of stirrups. She read the poster again, ?Will somebody get me out of this?' and thought how apropos. "Okay, that should do it, young lady. You can get dressed now," the young doctor said as she stripped off her gloves. Robyn gratefully sat upright, relieved to be out of the horribly exposed position. She'd shared all sorts of physical intimacy with Brad but having herself spread open with her feet in stirrups made her feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Females surely had to put up with an awful lot just going through life. This was a million times worse than the male equivalent of ?turn your head and cough'. "Everything appears fine, Robyn. We'll have the results of your PAP smear in a few days." She scribbled on a prescription pad. "For now I'm writing you a scrip for orthotrycylene as you requested. Just remember, this won't prevent STD's; you still need condoms for that. You shouldn't have any problems, maybe a bit of tenderness in your breasts or even light spotting at first, but if you experience spotting that lasts for more than three months come in and see us." "I will. Thank you, Doctor." Robyn nodded her head. * * * * * "I'm glad you decided to take this course with me, Robyn," Donna said. They walked into the classroom and found two seats near the front. "I'm afraid this stuff will be a bit confusing and it's nice to have a friend I can compare notes with." "What are friends for?" Robyn grinned. She thought the class would probably bore her to death but Donna had been so earnest when Robyn helped her brush up on her algebra. She'd give it a chance at least; it might be cool to learn something about business. And she needed an elective this semester anyway, what with Smithfield being a dick and all, so it might as well be this business course. The instructor entered and the class settled down. Robyn found herself absorbed by the class; it was more than just adding and subtracting to arrive at a bottom line. The instructor was a businessman himself and he made the material seem really interesting. Success in business involved a lot of psychology, as well as analysis, projections, risk assessment. Perhaps this wouldn't be a total waste of her time after all. "So what'd you think, Robyn? I can't believe Mr. Peeps actually talked me into this. I hope I can do okay. I mean there's just so much to learn..." Donna chattered nervously over the usual chaos of a class breaking up. "The subject matter was interesting, Donna. I think it's going to be a fun course. And of course you'll make out fine. We'll study together and help each other with the difficult stuff." Donna smiled her thanks and changed the subject. "So what do you think about Amy? I'm a little worried about her; she's really putting herself out there. I mean waaaay out there," Donna held her arms out in front of her as if supporting a pair of gigantic breasts. Robyn laughed but grew serious. "I know what you mean. She's flirting with everybody... which isn't horrible... but some of those guys she's teasing are really creepy. I hope she doesn't get herself in too deep." "Yeah, that's what I mean. We all of us flirt a bit... hell, how else can a girl get a decent tip? But she's started getting really risky since... well, you know." "Ummm hmmm," Robyn agreed. "And she's gotten kind of... I don't know... nasty too. She's been treating me like I'm against her or something. Keeps making comments about me being jealous of her. That really hurts me. Gawd, Donna, I swear to you that's the farthest thing from my mind. I was a real ugly duckling too... even though I never thought Amy was anything but cute as a bug even before her... enhancements. When somebody improves themselves and is really happy about it then I say ?go girl!' I wish she'd see that and not think my concern for her is jealousy." Donna gave Robyn a searching look. She hesitated a moment then went on, "That's like the third or nineteenth time I've heard you talk about yourself as ugly, Robyn. I'm sorry I just can't picture you that way. You're by far one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever known. Heck, if you weren't so sweet I'd be really tempted to think you made a deal with the devil or something." She said the last with an impish twinkle in her eye. Robyn flinched at Donna's last comment. Little did she know how close to the truth she came! "Well... I know I'm not ugly... now," she paused, finally settling on the same explanation she'd given Megan a few weeks back. "But I was a real loner for most of my life. I was really overweight and awkward. Everybody thought I was a total geek. It really hurt the way some people treated me." "Awww, Robyn, I'm sorry." Donna slipped her arm through Robyn's. "Well I don't think you're a geek. And you've got lots of friends and we all think you're pretty darn great!" Robyn smiled and leaned into the taller girl's shoulder. "Thanks. That's why I value your friendship and everyone else's. And why I'm not giving up on Amy no matter how snide she gets towards me." "Me too. Just wait, be patient and she'll start coming back to her senses. Let her enjoy her new sexiness. Inside, she's not the stuck up flirt she's acting like now and she'll come back to earth sooner or later." "I hope so. Let's go grab a coffee and see if we can figure out that assignment for next week." * * * * * Jim leaned back from his desk and rubbed his eyes. The letters onscreen had started to blur before his eyes. He was beat. He'd been spending virtually every free moment trying to come up with a new summoning program. He'd seriously cut back on his sleep, just to have more hours in the day. The only thing he hadn't cut out of his life was his running; that freed his mind, helped him think and he often got his greatest breakthroughs while running. It wasn't that he *wanted* Robyn to change herself back to a man. If he had his druthers she would stay just as she was... and wake up to the fact that Brad was an absolute snake. Then maybe she could see the possibility of the two of them... No. He shook his head ruefully and firmly pushed that thought away. He saw her reactions to him. She would never be able to forget her past. Not with him. He would always remind her of Bob, and she could never fully let herself be Robyn. His heart ached at the thought but he had to face reality. Reality. The cold hard facts. He hated the way they were so awkward around each other now. He deeply regretted the way he'd spoken the night of the party. No, that wasn't right. He didn't regret his words, he regretted the way Robyn reacted to them. He sighed and returned to his work. * * * * * Robyn watched Amy flirt with Tom Johnson. Her stomach was all tied in knots. She had a very bad feeling about this. Amy had distanced herself from Robyn over the past few days. She begged out of their kickboxing session, saying her new breasts were still too tender for the vigorous exercise. She hadn't quite snubbed her at work but she was definitely cooler towards her. Her catty attitude really hurt but Robyn wasn't going to let it show. She worried Amy was riding for a fall and didn't know how to get the point across to her. "Tom asked me out," Amy said to Donna as she walked up next to Robyn and Donna at the waitress station. She pointedly turned her back on Robyn as if to say she didn't want to hear it. "Aren't you the social butterfly these days?" Donna teased. "When you've got it, flaunt it. Although *some* people think I should cool it with Tom," Amy said archly. "Well, he *can* be a bit of an ass. Remember what he pulled on Heather a few months ago?" "Not you too, Donna? Geesh, does everybody think they're my Mom?" "Not me, Amy. I hope you have a blast. I'm just reminding you that men can be dogs and that includes Tom Johnson." "Well Tom's always been sweet to me. Heather must have done something to piss him off. I'll be all right, despite what you and Robyn think." Amy picked up her full tray and flounced off without a backwards glance. Robyn and Donna exchanged worried looks and hoisted their own laden trays and went back to work. * * * * * "Excuse me, is there a Robert Wilson here?" the uniformed police officer consulted a notepad as he read off Bob's name. Scott stood in the doorway looking clueless. What was the deal here, he thought. Bob disappears only to be replaced by the sexiest chick he'd ever seen outside the pages of a magazine who said she was his sister. Now a cop shows up asking for Bob. What kind of trouble was his roommate in anyway? "Ummm... no." "Then Robert Wilson doesn't live here?" the cop asked in a pretty good imitation of Sergeant Joe Friday. "No... I mean, yes he does... but he's taking a semester off... to visit his family..." Scott trailed off lamely. "Uh huh." The cop wrote something in his book. "So Mr. Wilson *does* live here?" Scott nodded, his adam's apple bobbing as he nervously swallowed. "Do you mind answering a few questions?" "Sure." "Do you mind if I come inside?" The next thing Scott knew he was sitting on the couch answering a series of questions about Bob, Jim, and himself while the cop wandered about the living room looking at everything. He picked up stuff, glanced at it casually, then put it back. He scuffed his shoes along the faint outline of the marks left on the floor by the project Bob and that goth girl, Cathy, were working on. Scott watched him nervously, wanting to tell him to stop but too subdued by his authority to protest. After a while the cop asked if he could check out Bob's bedroom. "Well... I don't know... I mean Robyn's staying there now..." Scott mumbled. He'd finally offered a bit of resistance. Wasn't there something about police needing a search warrant to go through your house? "Robyn?" "Yes. She's Bob's sister. She transferred in this semester. She's using Bob's room temporarily while he's back home." "Uh huh. When did Mr. Wilson's sister arrive here?" "I guess it was about Thanksgiving. I mean she was here when I got back from home." The cop asked a lot more questions about Robyn until he had wrung everything Scott knew out of him. "Well that should do it for now. Are you sure I can't just have a look at Mr. Wilson's bedroom?" Scott shook his head. "Um... maybe you should come back and ask Robyn?" "Okay. I'll do that. Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Baker." "Um... listen... is Bob in some kind of trouble?" "No. We're just trying to locate him." "Oh." Scott was left staring at the closed door and wondering what the hell was going on. * * * * * To be continued...