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"Insight" - by Rachel Terzanelle. Kirsten opened Internet Explorer and gasped in embarrassment and outrage. "Triple X Hot Lesbos?" queried Susan, her eyebrows raised slightly at a sequence of kissing women, slowly undressing each other. "That's not... I mean, I don't..." She paused, and turned to her friend, her rage overcoming her embarrassment. "It's my fucking brother again." Susan stared back at her, only partly convinced. You know, if you were, I'd be totally cool with..." Kirsten stared back, frostily. "Not gay." "Sure, but if you..." "Not gay." Kirsten wanted to go and shout at her brother, but she knew he was out until the evening. She had invited her friend round to hang out, to talk and look up some concert details on the internet, only to have it ruined by her fuckwit of a brother. He was fifteen, for fuck's sake- surely he should have grown out of this sort of shit? She was only a year older, and a million times more mature. The rest of the afternoon passed pleasantly enough, talking and watching MTV, but Kirsten was angry, and not entirely sure Susan believed her. About an hour later, Susan made her excuses to leave, and they walked to the bus-stop together. As Kirsten gave her friend her customary farewell hug, Susan made a mental note not to be so hot around her friend, just in case. After depositing her still-suspicious friend off on the bus, Kirsten was still angry and embarrassed, but these two emotions subsided into a miasma of despair and futility. She decided to take a detour by the park; she needed some time to herself, to think, to calm down. Why did Barry have to be such a twat? Why couldn't he understand what it was like to be her? And why... She sighed. Part of it was her own fault. She had never even kissed a boy, was it any wonder Susan had doubts about her sexuality? She liked boys, and the thought of being with another girl kind of grossed her out, but she didn't understand boys. She wished she could. She sat down on the park bench, and stared at her shoes for a while. She was in a catch 22; she needed a boyfriend so she could come to understand them, but she needed to understand them to get a boyfriend. She was destined to be lonely forever. She should probably get herself a cat now, in preparation for her future as a crazy cat lady. "Mind if I sit here?" said a voice. She looked up. Standing before her was a young woman in her early twenties. She had purple hair, tied in bunches, and an expression of playful whimsy and sarcasm on her face. She was wearing a green trench-coat and a red t- shirt. "You look unhappy." She said. "You have sadface- that's how I can tell. What's the problem?" "Oh, it's nothing." "Bollocks it's nothing! You want a boyfriend but don't know anything about boys. They confuse and irritate you. I used to have the same problem with algebra." "How did you know?" "No girl understand both boys and algebra! It's a scientific fact. You looked like you fall firmly in the latter camp. Plus, you're younger brother's being a dick, right?" "Again, how did you..." "When have younger brothers not acted like dicks? Since never, that's when." "True." She nodded, "it's just... he doesn't get it. I've never even kissed a boy. He doesn't know what that feels like!" "Well, technically, he does. He's never kissed a..." "You know what I mean...I'm just saying that if he was in my position, he'd never get any boys either- he has no sympathy for how I feel." Silence. "So, you want things to change?" "Yeah! I'd do... anything." "That's what I like to hear." *** Kirstin opened her front door and looked at her watch. She was quarter of an hour late for tea, her mum would be pissed. She wasn't sure where the time had gone; the last half of the conversation had been a bit weird, her memory unclear. Had the purple-haired girl hypnotised her or something? Had she drugged her somehow? She never touched her, they just talked about her family and her friends and her brother and then something else, and something else besides that, and then she started to notice how rich and sharp all the colours seemed to be, and she became intensely aware of her own breathing, and the thick, deep, realness of everything. She couldn't even remember the purple-haired girl's name, or even whether she'd asked for it. She couldn't remember how the conversation ended, but she was filled with a newfound sense of confidence and happiness. She was sure that when she saw her brother this evening she would be able to give him the smack-down when she told him about that little joke of his. A few hours later she got the chance. Barry finally came home, and stormed off to his room. A few minutes later she followed him up, banged on his door briefly, and then barged in. "I suppose you think that what you did to my computer was funny?" He looked at her, a little puzzled. "Well, obviously." "Well, it wasn't. And if you try anything like that again, I will fuck you up so badly..." "Yeah? How?" "I'll find a way." "Oh. Scared now." "This isn't fucking funny! Why are you constantly trying to ruin my life!" she shouted. Her mother came running up the stairs. "Okay, what is it now?" she asked. Kirsten looked at her, too embarrassed to admit what had happened, and unwilling to get her brother into trouble. "Nothing." "Oh. Good. Because me and your father are going away for a few days next week, and if you can't be trusted alone together, I'll... I'll invite Aunt Mabel up to look after you!" "She smells of elderflower and listens to the Archers!" replied Barry, who firmly believed that this was a convincing counter-argument. "Well, you two had better behave yourselves, otherwise you'll be the ones smelling of elderflower and listening to the Archers," replied his mother, who firmly believed that this was a snappy comeback. *** That night Barry fell into a deep sleep, and he dreamt. He dreamt he was a prince in a magical kingdom, and his father, the king, was beset by debt and drought. A neighbouring kingdom had offered to pay off his debts in return for a daughter in law. The only problem was that Barry was an only child. His father called in a magician, and cast a spell to turn him into a girl. He remembered gazing into the magician's eyes, begging, asking him to stop... Barry woke up with a start. His heart was racing, and he felt himself get out of bed. Unable to control himself, he carefully opened his bedroom door, and lit only by the moonlight shining through the window, carefully opened his sister's bedroom door. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew he had no choice. He winced as the door creaked. Kirsten lay in a deep sleep, unaware of the movements. He noticed her underwear drawer, and slowly pulled open the drawer. He picked up a pair of white cotton knickers, laced with pink frills. He could hear the pounding in his chest, he could hardly breathe, and his mouth was dry. He almost felt as if he was going to be sick... And with a gasp, he woke up again. *** Meanwhile, Kirsten was dreaming too. She was five again, on holiday, visiting her cousins. Barry was only three, and her cousins were seven and eight. Her aunt and uncle had a huge garden, and the boys were playing football with her while Barry stayed inside with his parents. "We wanna play soldiers!" shouted Terry. "You can't play- you're a girl!" Kirsten thought about crying, but that would just prove their point. "So what!" she shouted. They argued for a bit, but they still wouldn't let her play. She wandered off to the back of the garden, and hid behind a tree to sulk. A few minutes later, Terry came out. Unaware of her presence, he started to pee against a nearby tree. Kirsten stared, fascinated. She had never seen a boy pee before. "What's that?" she asked, pointed at his penis. "It's my willy." He replied, slightly embarrassed. "Will I grow one too when I'm your age?" "No! You're a girl!" He wandered off, giggling at his stupid cousin. "Stupid boys!" she thought. Peeing standing up looked kinda fun. Was that the only difference between boys and girls? A few inches of flesh? That was why she couldn't play soldiers? That was why mummy wouldn't let her play in the mud? That was why she had to wear dresses? It all seemed most unfair. She lifted her skirt and stared down in powerless rage at the flat space there. There had to be a way out of this mess, there had to be a way to grow a willy. She could just imagine what it would be like. She'd show them. She'd grow one, and then wander out, triumphant, lift her skirt to the boys and show them her willy. Pee through it. Then they'd have to let her play soldiers with them. And mummy would stop buying her these silly dresses, and she'd be allowed to do all the things the boys do. She woke up in a cold sweat, unsure how much of that was memory, and how much mere dream. *** Three days later, Barry was starting to get a little concerned. It had been days since his last erection, and his penis looked a little smaller than usual. His nipples seemed a little larger as well, and seemed more sensitive than before. The area around them had grown larger, and they seemed... bigger, as if there was something underneath them. He wondered if he was ill; and he was getting mighty sick of these crazy dreams. Meanwhile, however, Kirsten was the happiest she'd been in a long time. She felt stronger, more confident, and more aggressive. She was also a lot hornier, and her clitoris seemed to have grown a little. Her breasts seemed a little less obtrusive, and she was having the craziest dreams, which left her feeling kinky yet empowered. When she watched TV, she wondered what it would be like to be one of the male characters. In class, she would wonder what it felt like to have a dick, what it felt like to pee through it, or to put it inside a girl. The thought made her heart race. A couple of days later, Kirsten was asleep again. She was in the shopping mall, buying clothes, when she suddenly felt a need to go to the toilet. However, she couldn't find the ladies; so she went into the gents. She glanced at the urinal; she had never really seen one before. She looked at the cubicles. They were all out of order. She looked back at the urinal. She unbuttoned her trousers and let them drop to the floor, and slid her panties down, and tried to position herself in such a way she could pee into the urinal. However, as she did so, she felt a strange, tingling sensation in her clitoris. It started to grow, and then its outer hood extended, her vaginal lips fusing together, and then swelling out into a scrotum as testicles descended into them. She stared in wonder, gently touching her new cock. She shivered and gasped, the newness of the sensation felt electric. She tried again. It felt a little better this time. She stared at it in disbelief, as her bladder relaxed and a thin stream of urine trickled out. As she watched herself peeing a whole new range of possibilities exploded in her mind... She woke up. In a horny doze, she reached down towards her knickers, sliding her fingers into the waistband, when suddenly she felt a jolt as her fingers touched something alien. Her Penis. She gasped; her hand had withdrawn automatically. She slid her hand back down, her pulse pounding, and then felt the base of her cock. She sat bolt upright. Turning to her side, she flipped her bedside lamp on, barely noticing that her chest was now flat, or the curious absence of the weight and movement there that she had long since grown used to. She winced as her eyes adjusted to the light, and then stared down at the duvet that was covering the lower half of her body, trying to work up the courage to lift it aside. She hesitated, struggling to draw up the courage to look, to confirm what she could already feel, and then, without thinking she flipped the cover back. It almost felt ordinary, to suddenly see the worn out bedsheets, and her legs, and the awkward bulge in her white cotton panties. It almost felt as if it was supposed to be there. Her fears confirmed, she lay down and started to pull them off, the fear having subsided and having been replaced with an almost shameful sense of anticipation. She reached down to touch it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. It felt strange, not unlike her clitoris, but as if it had been stretched and distorted. She pulled off her top- it was getting in the way, and gazed down at her chest. She wondered what she looked like. She went over to her wardrobe, and opened the door to reveal her full length mirror on the inner door. She looked at herself with an eerie calm. She was a boy. No mistaking it. She was, she supposed, quite cute- she didn't look that different to how she did before, perhaps a little bit more like her brother or her father. Her hair was still long. She gazed down at her penis, and grasped her testicles, before working her way up to her penis. She felt it harden in her hands. She felt the sensations ripple through her, taking a moment to gaze at it. It felt so stiff; she wasn't used having something that hard form part of her body. She had never seen an erect penis before- she had barely even seen a non-erect one. "It's beautiful," she whispered, stroking it up and down, faster and faster. She felt her knees start to buckle, she bit her lip to suppress a gasp of pleasure, and let herself fall to the floor, fondling her cock, until she felt a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, it scared her, but she couldn't stop herself- it was almost addictive, and before she knew it a jet of warm fluid squirted across her belly. Carefully manoeuvring herself to her bed, she pulled some paper handkerchiefs out of the box beside her bed, cleaned herself up, and soon fell into a warm, comfortable sleep. *** Half an hour later Barry woke up. He was drenched in sweat, tired but too terrified to sleep. He had had a terrible dream- he'd been having a lot recently. He had been in his sister's bedroom, in his underwear. Her friend Susan had been there, as well as Emily, another friend of theirs. She ordered him to take them off, and the three girls all laughed at his penis. "What an ugly little thing!" giggled Emily. Barry had fancied Emily for ages, to hear such words coming from her lips made it twice as bad. "He always was such a silly little boy; he'll never be a proper man." "We should girl him. We'd be doing him a favour. As if a woman would want to be with that." With that, he felt his testicles retracting into his body, a small groove forming where they had once been. His penis shrank until just the head remained, and that too shrank until it was completely concealed by his vaginal lips. He felt a queasy feeling as his internal organs reorganised themselves, and he had barely come to terms with that when his breasts started to grow, and his hips, and then his hair. He could feel his face changing shape too, his cheekbones rising, his lips becoming fuller "Oh, you're so pretty!" said Susan, laughing. "What shall we call her?" "Joanna?" "We'd better let her wear some clothes, you can't have your new sister running around naked all the time," said Emily. "Joanna, get some panties out of my drawer, and put them on." He felt unable to resist, and did so. It felt weird, they were tighter than any underwear he had worn for years, and they pressed against his new vagina, serving as a permanent reminder of his new genitals. "What should we make him wear?" This devolved into a debate about the various costumes they should try out on him. "Wow, this is just like when we were kids, playing with dolls!" He was then forced into a dozen different outfits, made up, and with his hair styled; it passed in a blur, until he was forced to look in the mirror. Still, all just a dream. Even so, he felt compelled to reach down and check that his cock was still there. He gulped with dread when he realised it wasn't. He tried to convince himself it was just another dream, but it felt too real. What would his parents say? His family? The people at school? What would happen to him? He'd never fuck a girl... well, maybe as a lesbian, but that wasn't really what he wanted. With a sickening thought, he realised men might try to come on to him. He got out of bed, his hand still down his shorts, stroking the fuzzy space where his cock had once been, lightly passing over his new lips, scared to go inside them. He wanted to scream, to make it end, but there was something horrifying in its mundane realness, everything seemed so ordinary, and yet his every move reminded him of the impossible change. He needed to pee. He wanted to hyperventilate, to cry, to go insane; he wanted to scream for help until everybody could see what had happened to him, and he wanted to run, to hide so no-one would ever see him again. So he went to the bathroom. He turned the light on, and winced at the new light. He wandered in, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He wondered if he should put a top on; but his whole situation was so far beyond conventional standards of decency to do so seemed absurd. He noted that his breasts were nice; he'd normally give them an A, and started to giggle at how absurd that seemed now. He giggled long and hard and crazy, and tears started to flow from his face, and he was scared he would never stop laughing, and he started to fall to the floor. Suddenly he stopped. "I have to pee," he realised. He lifted the toilet seat, and started to lower the front of his shorts when he realised he would need to sit. He did so; it took him a moment to figure out how to start, but then felt the fluid trickle out from under him. Soon he stopped, and started to get up. He still felt wet down there, and realised he would have to wipe his vagina. He did so, with a sense of distaste, and then went back to bed. He didn't know how to deal with this, and decided to retreat into sleep and denial. *** That morning, at breakfast, Kirsten eyed her brother suspiciously. He seemed perturbed, and downright paranoid. Did he somehow suspect what had happened last night? Had he seen her? She could barely bring herself to believe she had been a boy... The possibilities seemed endless. She wondered if it would happen again, if she could make it happen again. Barry glared at his sister. He wondered what she was so happy about on this bastard of a day. It was probably just that Michael Peterson smirked in her general direction or some other ridiculous girly crap. It couldn't have happened for real. Life was getting way too weird. Last night's antics just put a cap on things, especially after that crazy lady he had met the previous afternoon. She had come up to him and handed him a business-card with 'Sheena Waters, Witch for Hire" written on it. She was obviously insane- no normal person would wear a hat like that, but how did she know his name? He must have imagined the whole thing. He must be going mad. Oddly enough, he didn't find that thought too comforting. *** As the week passed, the two siblings found themselves transforming more and more frequently. Barry found his gift for denial stretched to breaking point, as Kirsten tried- with increasing success to change sex on demand. By the end of the week, Kirsten realised to her horror that she had an erection in the middle of maths. She managed to re-girlify herself before the class was over, but was embarrassed all day long. By the end of the week she was determined to spend a whole day as a boy, and made plans to do so the next Saturday. Kirsten set her plan into motion on Friday night. Her mother and father had left for the airport that afternoon, and later that evening she sneaked into her brother's bedroom while he was watching 'My Name is Earl', and grabbed everything she would need: Boxers, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. She had already raked through her own, but most were too girly; either pink, or with cute cats on them, or something of that nature. Her heart was pounding as she made her selection, and soon decided on his Metallica t-shirt and a pair of green tartan boxers. She could barely sleep that night, but eventually drifted into a deep sleep. She couldn't remember her dreams, exactly, but she knew they were full of fun and adventure. She woke up at nine, and went downstairs. Her mum and dad were out, her brother was already up. She wished him a good morning, but he merely grunted. He seemed desperate to go out- not even bothering to clean his teeth. Kirsten had the house to herself. This was even better than she had planned. After her morning ablutions, she went into her room and sat down on her bed. She took a deep breath, and started to concentrate. She tried to feel as if she was pumped full of testosterone, a raging ball of sex and aggression. Then, she tried to imagine that vicious male energy flowing into her clit- no- her girl-cock, she thought. She tried to imagine it filling it up like a balloon, growing larger. She focussed deeply on this for a few minutes, and she noticed her breasts felt lighter. She tried to imagine her vagina healing shut, and her balls descending into her new scrotum. She focussed all her will and energy into it, and suddenly she felt a light, glowing sensation, and collapsed back on her pillow, gasping. She opened her eyes. It had worked, she knew, even before she looked down at her now-flat chest, at the new bulge in her knickers, before she reached down and touched her new, beautiful cock. She took a deep breath. She knew she should get changed and go out, but she couldn't help herself. She could feel her penis hardening as she thought, and in one swift, decisive move, shut the curtains, and took off her dress. She went to the mirror and looked at herself, her bra hanging off her flat, nearly hairless chest, her cock bulging out of her pants. She stared at herself for a moment, her knees weak with desire, staring at her cock in the mirror, and down at it. She started to fondle it gently, then started tugging it up and down, feeling waves of pleasure start to swell. She started to tremble, and then went back to her bed, lay down, and continued to stroke her cock. At first she just enjoyed the sensations, but soon her mind started to wander. At first she thought of boys- particularly Michael Peterson, but... it didn't feel right. She paused for a moment. "Maybe I should think about... girls." She thought. The realisation struck her like a sledgehammer. Suddenly, she couldn't help thinking about Susan, about kissing her, running her hands over her breasts, pulling down her panties, and thrusting her cock deep inside her. She blushed at the thoughts she was having about her best friend, but couldn't stop herself; she felt as if she had crossed a boundary somewhere but it felt so good and right, as she imagined herself thrusting her cock into Susan, over and over, watching her face contort in ecstasy... With a gasp, Kirsten saw the thick, white fluid splatter over her chest. She started to giggle, and lay back to catch her breath. *** Barry, meanwhile, was standing outside a small flat on the outskirts of town... He pressed the second floor buzzer, right beside the label which said "Sheena Waters, Witch for Hire." "Hello Barry. I've been expecting you. Come on up!" "How did you..." "Um, witch? Remember?" "Oh. Okay." He walked up the stairs, and was greeted by a woman in her mid thirties. She was wearing a tye-dyed dress, and had a hand-rolled cigarette hanging out her mouth. She gestured for him to come in. "Hello. So, how can I help you?" "Hi, I have a problem; I think it might be magickal in nature." "Yes? And what is it?" "I reckon if you're a proper witch, you could tell me." She smiled. "Smart lad. Get some proof of my qualifications. You weren't born yesterday." She peered at him indulgently, and her eyes glazed over as she peered into his soul. Then she gasped, and then started to blink rapidly. "Oh, bloody hell! I knew you needed help, but...fucking hell! Sit yourself down; you want a cup of tea?" "Something... wrong?" he asked. "Yeah, very. Don't worry though; you came to the right person." *** Kirsten got dressed, and went into town. She wanted to experience what boys do, but wasn't entirely certain what, precisely they did with their time, other than masturbate excessively and make trouble for their sisters. Partly she was just enjoying the sensations of it all, her cock moving in her boxers as she walked; the way other boys looked her, not a potential fuck but as a potential rival for a girl's affections. She decided to go to the arcade. She had never been there before, and smirked in wonder at all the flashing machines, and the surly looking teenagers lurking by the machines. She looked around, and found a free machine, a two person beat-em-up. She played a couple of games alone, and was beginning to get the hang of it- she had played similar games on her brothers Playstation- when a slightly dorky guy in glasses appeared behind her. "Wanna play two player? My mate's supposed to be meeting me here, but he's probably gonna be late." "Sure!" He introduced himself as John, and she realised he was in the year above her at school. She had never paid that much attention to him before though. "Who're you?" "Kir- Kevin." She replied. They started to play. *** "It's like this. Somebody- a very powerful somebody- has decided to turn you into a girl. Don't ask who- this magic has a signature so strong that... well, if I were to tell you who they were or where they're from, it could drive you mad. It might even break reality." "But what can I do?" "First thing I'd recommend? You need to embrace it a little. If you don't try to exercise some control over it, it'll control you. You need to try to change into a girl; explore it a little. It might not be as bad as you think. After all, lots of people have to put up with being girls every day of their lives, and you don't see them complaining." "But..." "Oh, it gets worse. There's a deadline. Once you have your first period, there's no changing back. You'll be a girl forever." "When'll that be? I mean..." "It's hard to tell. Could be as little as two weeks." "Two weeks!" "So what can I do?" "Well, from the looks of things, you've become entangled. That is, somebody else has fallen under a similar spell. They might have the answers. The first thing you need to do is to find that person; then maybe we can figure out how to reverse this. *** Kevin, John and Danny- who had finally shown up- played a few more games, and then, by 12, went for a burger. They wandered off together, trying to decide what to do. As they did so, they passed the local park. A group of boys their age were playing football. One missed, and it came near to Kevin. She stopped the ball, and kicked it back to them. The player turned to thank them, and suddenly she realised- it was Michael, the love of her life. "Don't touch our fucking ball, you fucking cunt!" he replied gratefully. Kevin looked at her friends in bewilderment. "I think what you mean is 'thank you for returning our ball'" she replied haughtily. John and Danny just looked at each other. "What the fuck did you just say, you prick? Fletcher, who's your gay friend?" John, who's surname was evidently Fletcher, looked around awkwardly. "Um, this is Kev." "Well, you lot piss of- go and bum each other or whatever- and leave us alone!" They looked at each other, and then at Petersen, and then walked away. "What a complete twat! I can't believe I fancied..." Stunned silence. "...The possibility of my sister dating him." Nice Save, Kirst! "Ugh, he's always like that." "A complete, cunt, you mean?" "I fucking heard that," shouted Michael from across the field. Suddenly, Michael was running towards Kevin. She had never been in a fight before, and wondered what to do. Run? Stand her ground? It was while she was still making up her mind that the fist hit her in the face. Soon she was on her back, with Michael on top of her- a position she had often fantasised about, to be perfectly honest- only instead of pounding her with his cock and whispering tender nothings in her ear, he was pounding her in the stomach with his fist, and ordering her to apologise. "Fuck off!" Wham! "Apologise!" "Why? You were the one being a cunt." Wham! Apologise!" "I'm sorry that you're a cunt." Wham! "Maybe there's a remedial class. How to stop being a cunt. Lesson one, don't insult people who try to help you." "Wham!" "Leave him alone!" echoed a feminine voice from across the park. "Michael turned round to see a pretty young girl in a short skirt frowning at him. "I used to think you were hot! - You're nothing but a bully! Michael blushed. "Um, hi! I'm Michael..." "And I don't care any more." She helped Kevin to her feet; she was still bent over double, and led him away. "When they reached the edge of the park, the girl turned to Kevin. "You. We're going to talk. Now." She dragged Kirsten away- as she waved at her new friends with a shout of 'see you later'. "Okay, what the fuck is going on here, Kirsten?" "How did you know I...? Barry?" "Yeah!" "What happened to you?" "You happened, you fucking bitch!" "What? I never meant for...I don't know..." "You seem to be enjoying it though..." "Well, yeah, but..." "Why are you doing this to me? You're ruining my life! You're violating me, destroying me- my own sister..." "Jeez, I'm just having fun! I didn't know it was affecting you..." "Yeah. It is. And it could end up permanent pretty soon!" "Permanent?" "Permanent." "How did you find out..." Barry told her all about his dreams, and how he started to change. He told her how he found out about the witch, and what she had told him. After his visit to the witch he had returned home, and realised he needed to try to change on demand. The thought appalled him. He sat down on his bed, and tried to remember how he felt when he changed. Scared. He could imagine his inner voice taking on a feminine tone, his awareness being diverted to his breasts, the shrinking sensation in his cock, the subtle alterations to his centre of gravity as his breasts and hips grew, and the radiant squirming sensations as his penis shrank into a clitoris, and his testicles shrank and his vagina formed. He felt sick. He pulled down his trousers; there was nothing there. He stumbled slightly; he could feel himself changing back. An idea struck him- perhaps if he was wearing girly clothes he would feel more comfortable in his current form. He stepped out of his trousers, and pulled off his t-shirt. He pulled off his socks, and was completely naked. It felt oddly liberating, and he wandered into his sister's room. He wondered what he would wear. He felt a strange excitement; a whole new range of possibilities opened up to him. He felt a deep and shameful longing to be as feminine as possible; he had always felt that he had not lived up to social definitions of masculinity, but being a girl allowed him a second chance at achieving a higher social status. He looked in the mirror; he knew he was pretty; that went a long way for girls, and he understood boys. He shook his head. This whole thing was messing with his mind. He opened his sister's underwear drawer decisively. A vast array of knickers and bras stared back at him accusingly. He saw a pair of pale pink cotton panties with a silver star on the front. He picked them up gingerly; he felt a rush of shame and embarrassment at putting them on; it felt naughty, but he felt he had to. It felt right, and anyway, he had to wear something, and he wasn't turning back. He stepped into them, and pulled them up. It felt weird to be wearing such tight underwear; he was used to boxer shorts. He picked out a bra, and tried to figure out how to put it on. He managed it out pretty quickly, and smiled at the strange sensation of having his breasts pressed against his body, gently impeding their movement. He felt a strange surge of pride in his breasts. He looked at himself in the mirror. A few weeks back he would have loved to see a girl like himself in her underwear. Then the rest: He raked through her drawers. He should probably wear a skirt, just to be girly, though he wondered if he was ready for that. It meant having to sit right, and keeping her legs shut so nobody could see his panties. And he wasn't sure about tights, and colour co-ordination, and a million other things. It was a warm day, so he picked out a crimson vest-top from his sisters collection and a pair of jeans. They fitted slightly differently to boys jeans; tighter around his ass, hips and crotch. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked... sexy. Suddenly he was scared- what if a boy tried to hit on him? He didn't think he could handle that. Now what? "Get used to being a girl" said Sheena. How? Go out, he supposed. Make friends. Where? Shopping? He knew a lot of girls his age hung out in the city square to watch the skateboarders. It seemed as reasonable a place as any to start. Of course, going out meant a whole load of other details. Should he wear makeup? He wandered over to Kirsten's bedside cabinet, and opened up her makeup box. He took out a few bottles, and looked at them. He decided it was all too complicated, and he'd probably end up looking like either a Goth or a slut, so decided to give it a miss. However, it was when he took out all the cosmetics that he noticed a small book in the bottom. Her diary. He knew he probably shouldn't read it, but it seemed almost pre- destined. He didn't mean to open it but it just sort of fell open in his hands. "Dear Diary. I know this is going to sound insane but...last night I think I turned into a boy. I've been having such weird dreams, but this was real. I'm sure of it. He gasped in outrage- his own sister. He skimmed forward. "It happened. It's getting easier and easier. Last night I turned into a boy. It felt weird but it's... almost addictive. It's great having a cock to play with. Tomorrow I'm going to go out, try and spend the whole day... boyed. He had to find her. He put on his boots, and set out into town. He searched for an hour, and was just about to give up when he was going through the park, and finally found her. "Wow," she replied. "I' didn't know it... I'm so sorry." "Sorry? You fucking violated me! You've put me through hell; you... mutilated me, while you've been having the time of your life..." "I didn't know. You're over-reacting, anyway. Jeez, is being a girl that bad? I had to do it all my life! Just try to enjoy..." "I'm going to be stuck like this if we don't fix this in a couple of weeks. As soon as I get my period, I'll be like this forever!" "Shit." "Yeah. That's pretty much what I thought." * * * Twenty minutes later they arrived at the witch's house. They rang the doorbell, and she invited them in. After offering them both a cup of tea, she gazed at the two of them, her eyes changing colour. A minute later she blinked and spoke. "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense..." "What? Can you fix it?" "I think so." "Cool. How?" "See, I need to explain how this works. With magickal deals- even unwitting ones- well, it's all about the strict terms of the agreement you made. There were basically two clauses: You, Kirsten, wanted to understand boys- you do now, yes?" She nodded. "Well, in that case, it'll gradually become harder for you to change gender- unless you want to, and try to keep it up. In fact, if you stay in any one gender for longer than a month or two it'll probably become permanent. It's Barry who's got the problem here." "What do I need?" "You need to get a boy to kiss you." He stared at her. He looked a little disgusted, but it seemed doable. "That's it? All I need is for some guy to stick his tongue in my mouth? Come on, let's find one..." "No, it's not that simple. There's got to be romance, otherwise it's just not the same..." "Oh. Hmm. Okay. We can work with that. But why does Kirsten have it so easy? Why doesn't she risk getting trapped in the wrong gender?" "Different terms. For her it was a gift, a chance to expand her understanding of life. For you it was a punishment, for years of basically being a dick to your sister." "Oh." "Plus, the spell was put on you without your consent, unlike Kirsten's, which means that it needed to be stronger magick and that, well, basically the rules are different." "Oh." "That said, I can't change you back- I'm not powerful enough for that and I don't know anybody who is, but if the worst comes to the worst, and you end up trapped like that, I can make it easier for you. I can do a spell which would make everybody forget you were ever a boy. Barry looked at her, horrified at the prospect, but even more horrified at the little bit inside himself that found the idea appealing. "Let's call that plan B for the time being, shall we?" ** * After a hearty discussion of their options they went home and ordered a pizza. "So, who's it going to be?" "I don't know! I don't like guys!" Awkward Silence. What about John? He's a nice enough guy, and he's pretty cute. You'd probably get along well. "Um." He replied, feeling awkward. Well, what kinda guys are you into? I mean, you are straight, right. I mean, when I was... you know... I thought I'd be into boys still, but...well." she started to blush. "When you? Eugh!" said Barry, pulling a face, half-chewed pizza falling out onto his lap. Yeah! You mean to say you haven't given the new equipment a test-drive?" "No! Ick!" "You should. It'll help get you in the mood for the date." "But..." "And when you've changed back, the stuff you learn will really help with any future girlfriends..." But... I don't like that thing! I don't want to... play with it!!" "I think you should. It might make the difference between your date working or not." *** Barry decided to stay as a girl overnight. The transformations back to being a boy were becoming increasingly difficult, and he didn't think he had the energy. His sister lent him a long t-shirt to wear in bed, and as he got into bed, he thought about what she had said during tea. The thought of touching himself there, willingly, for pleasure, no less, struck him as laughably absurd. However, this would be his last chance, his only chance, if things worked tomorrow, and though the notion appalled him, it also seemed strangely tempting. He reached down and stroked his crotch through his knickers. It didn't feel bad; and he could feel his heart speed up a little as he grew ever so slightly moist. He played with the top of his panties; trying to make up his mind whether to do it or not. Before long, however, he could barely stop himself, gently running his fingers over his clit; feeling a spark of electricity through his body. Yet still it made him sad, as it reminded him of his penis, and filled him with a dull throb of rage. Now wetter, his finger slid almost involuntarily inside him, he gasped, still fondling his clit, he slid his other hand up to stroke his nipple. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, and almost unbidden, thoughts of John's lips pressed against his flooded his mind, and soon she was lost in a blur of fondling and waves of pleasure, and John's kiss, John's hardening cock pressed against her, her back arching as she came. At 10am Barry was awake and went down for breakfast. Kirsten- now in her female form- was sitting watching TV. "So, I guess you took my advice last night? You're up pretty late, you must have worn yourself out." "Huh?" he replied, blushing. "I heard you moaning. If you do end up like this for a while you're going to have to learn to be a bit quieter. Icy silence. "Some bad news, I'm afraid. I called John- as a boy- he's away all day, off visiting his Gran. We'll have to meet up on Monday..." "Fuck! If I start menstruating before he gets back, I'll be stuck like this! That fucking old lady could ruin my life! What does she care? She'll probably die pretty soon anyway!" "Look, we could do with the opportunity to get you some new clothes and that, try and get you acting a bit more ladylike. At the moment you oscillate between slutty and dykey. It's not a good look." "Well, you generally come across as pretty poofy too..." "Hmm. Fair comment." "I reckon you need a bra; I doubt you're the same size as me. You keep adjusting yourself, it's most undignified. And getting some pants of your own would be a notion; I don't really want you sharing mine any more than is truly necessary. * * * A couple of hours later they were in town, drifting from teen clothing emporium to teen clothing emporium. "And there's nothing anywhere you like? God, you're useless!" sighed Kirsten, as Barry turned her nose up at another rack of knickers. "They're all too girly!" "That's the point! God, boys just don't get that girly can be fun too. You need to let go of your old ideas of what you can and can't do, get into the spirit of things!" "They're just not me." "Well, I think this would look good on you," said Kirsten, pulling a pair of pink panties off the rack. The edges were frilly, and they had a mauve star on the front. "And these," she continued, pulling a rainbow coloured pair off as well. "And these," she continued, selecting a purple, leopard-patterned thong off the rack." "I don't need three pairs!" proclaimed Barry. "It's only for tonight and tomorrow." "They're on special offer! Besides, we don't know what might happen..." With that, she picked up a bra, the same shade of pink as the first pair of knickers. They were just about to go and pay for them, when she saw a pair of red and black stripy tights. "Get these too," she said. "Why?" "They'll be handy if you need to wear a skirt." "I won't..." "You will. You're going to wear one on your date. John likes metal. John likes rock chicks. You wear those tights with your System tee, and you'll be half-way there already." Barry nodded. He wasn't sure whether he wanted John to like him so he could change back, or for other, deeper reasons. He was slightly scared to acknowledge his doubts. * * * Afterwards, they went home, and Barry changed into his new clothes. "Very nice," said Kirsten, who had lent him a black skirt and a t-shirt. "Thanks." "Oh- before I forget, Susie's coming over, so you'll need a name. If I start calling my never-previously mentioned cousin 'Barry' she might suspect something. Betty?" "I don't really see myself as a Betty." "Well, you never saw yourself as a Barry either. A few years back you insisted everybody called you 'Comrade Awesome'." "Nah. If I'm being a girl, well, I thought Joanna was a nice name." She smiled, and hugged him. "Joanna," she said, tasting the name in her mouth, as if for the first time. "It suits you." She paused. "You know, I'm glad this whole mess hasn't driven us apart. If anything it's brought us closer together." "Well, I'm still far from happy about all this. But it's not really your fault, and yeah, I think it has had some good side-effects." Shortly afterwards, Susan arrived, and they talked, and watched a video- a dodgy rom-com, which Barry found surprisingly enjoyable, and was genuinely happy for the female lead when she finally realised that the dorky guy was a much more suitable boyfriend than the rich, arrogant fuck. "Susan, could I ask a favour?" "Sure!" "I need your makeover skills." "Thank god- it's been long overdue. But still, the first step is admitting you have a problem..." "I meant for Jo. She's got a quasi-date tomorrow. She wants to look her best." "Oh. Well." She paused. "Okay." * * * The rest of the evening passed in a blur of hair-styling, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and nail-polish. After an eternity, Jo stared at herself in the mirror. "I look gorgeous." She said, with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. "Yes. Thank you," said Susan. Kirsten beamed with pride. Afterwards they watched Scrubs, and then Susan had to go home. The two sisters talked, and played on Barry's Wii, and then they went to bed, Jo's stomach full of butterflies. *** They got up at ten, and before he even had breakfast, Kirsten ordered Jo into the shower. "I've got hours!" "This is important! You've got a lot of preparation to do!" "Hmmm." "You'd better shave your legs too- even though I sincerely hope you'll be keeping those trousers firmly on. I don't want my beloved sister getting my good name all slutty." "What?!" "Yeah, there's a razor in the cupboard. Take care though- and stay away from your crotch or you're buying me a new one." ** * The rest of the morning and early afternoon was a stomach churning tedium of TV, movies, games, and makeup, with Kirsten interjecting advice wherever necessary. "Remember, he doesn't even know you're coming. I'll be going as a boy, and I'll say you wanted to play some games. We'll hang out for a while, then I'll make an excuse to leave, and you can take it from there. With that, they put on their shoes and set off for the arcade. ** * Joanna and Kevin played a couple of beat-em-ups while they waited for John to arrive. After a couple of games, he showed up. "Hey Johnny!" cheered Kevin, not taking her eyes off the game, "this is my sister, Jo." "Hope you don't mind me joining you." He looked up and down at her stripy tights and tight t-shirt. "Not at all," he said, with an audible grin. They played assorted games for an hour or so under they ran out of change, Joanna, beating both of them around two thirds of the time. Afterwards, they went for a burger. "You can really play," said John, approvingly. "Note he didn't follow it up with 'for a girl'." Added Kevin, whose new status as a penis owner had not numbed him to the feminist perspective. "Noted," agreed Joanna. Kevin's phone rang, blasting out a Justin Timberlake song. John looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Joanna sniggered. Kirsten had forgotten to change her ringtone. "Did you do that?" sneered Kevin at his sister. He shook his head, and answered the phone." "Hello? What? Fuck! Yeah, I'll be there right away!" She hung up. Kev and Jo looked at him quizzically. "It's my mate Andy. He's... it's complex. I'd better join him. Sorry to abandon you guys, you'll be okay together, right?" John and Jo nodded in unison, smirking and glancing at each other. Kevin walked out. Jo stared deeply into John's eyes just for a moment, desperate to kiss him, and full of a sadness that he would never feel this way again. ** * Kevin walked out of the burger joint, trying to suppress a grin. Mission accomplished. Now it was all up to little sis. Those two seemed really suited to each other. She kind of wished that she had a brother as kind and willing to hook his siblings up with his friends when she was a girl. She felt a little sad, that she was still alone, and now had never kissed a boy or a girl. It seemed that no matter what gender she was, she was destined to be alone. It was almost without thinking that she said "Hi, Susan," when she walked past. Susan stopped and looked at her, puzzled. "Do I know you?" "Yeah...um," she paused while she thought of a lie. "I'm Kirsten's cousin? We met a couple of times before..." "I thought I would have remembered you." She was grinning the special grin, and fluttering her eyelashes- she had told Kirsten she had practised it especially for when she met cute boys. "So, hey, um, I'm at a loose end- my sister and my mate are busy flirting with each other in there, and I'm all alone." "Oh, poor you!" sighed Susan, with genuine sympathy. "I'm in a similar boat- I've been trying to text Kirsten but she just isn't responding!" "Oh. Well, you wanna go see a movie or something?" "Yeah, sure!" They wandered off towards the cinema. ** * John and Joanna talked. Jo had been scared there would be awkward silences, but for the first time in her life- as a boy or as a girl- she felt that somebody truly understood her. They shared everything, their theories about the world, their hopes, their dreams; Jo almost forgot that she had ever been a boy. "This world horrifies and appals me. I have great difficulty understand sectarianism, war, racism, sexism, greed. It seems so simple and so obvious how to change at least some of the world's problems, but the people in charge are the problem, and I'm too powerless to do anything." Jo nodded; he seemed so sincere, it was oddly moving and she knew she wanted to know him better. "I believe in the redemptive power of the imagination. Every possibility of a better world, every new invention begins in the mind. The only times I truly feel alive is when a new idea grabs me; a sketch, a theory, a story, a song. The prospect of giving birth to something wholly new, to share with the world makes me feel like I have a purpose on this planet." Jo felt a warm glow deep inside; they were really connecting as people. She touched his hand gently. Touches have a beauty people don't consider, with their own tastes, smells, and ripples of meaning and association contained within every previous usage and their own private language. She started to feel scared: John seemed so intense, and she wondered if she could keep up, suddenly struck by a fear that she would seem shallow in comparison. But soon, an opportunity emerged in the conversation. She started to talk about her passions and dreams. "I love music. Always have. I'd like to form a band. I like my music dark and angsty. People don't understand that the music of despair and isolation can be a positive experience, that it tells you that you're not alone." "Music really moves me. Sometimes, as the chords kick in and as I bounce, sway and sing along I can stop thinking, and escape from my ever-present mind and exist, surfing on a wave of pure feeling, if only for a few brief moments." Eventually, they realised they had been there too long, and it was time to leave. "I really ought to be getting my bus," said John, sadly. "Could I maybe get your number? It's been real fun." "Totally," she agreed. She was almost panicking- she wanted to kiss him so badly, but didn't want this night to end. "I'll see you to your bus stop." "They walked a couple of paces. "Here it is. They stopped, and looked at each other for a moment. She moved a little closer. So did he. For a second they just looked at each other, unable to resist moving just a little closer than they were, and soon they were kissing. She felt herself shudder with delight and nervousness as she felt his press himself against her, and she was scared that it would end, that tomorrow morning she would wake up, a boy again, permanently. Barry seemed like a cold shadow compared to her new self, her new potential boyfriend, and she knew she wanted to stay like this forever. Kirsten enjoyed having a sister, and he liked having a boyfriend, he liked the chance to delight in the girly side of things. But it was all over. There was only one hope. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut, and wished. He knew it had come true, even without checking. He knew that when he got home he would find a couple of spots of blood on his panties. He had become a woman. Forever. "That was great," said John, pulling away as his bus arrived. "Call me!" He got on, and Jo waved, knowing that this was the happiest day of his life. As she walked away beaming, wondering how she would explain this situation to her sister, and to her parents, and to everybody she knew, but she didn't care. She was too happy. As she walked towards her own bus stop, she saw a young woman with purple hair and a bright green trench-coat passing, and she waved and grinned. Joanna waved back, not knowing why, but feeling an enormous surge of gratitude.