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Altered Fates: My Best Friend's Girl By Jennifer Adams I remember what I was doing when I received that fateful call. I was having sex on the beach with Jennifer Aniston. She was hot as ever and all over me. Just as we reached our mutual peak she opened her mouth to speak, but all I heard was a telephone ring. I suddenly became confused and then she disappeared. I mean like one moment she was there and the next pop, but I kept hearing this phone ringing. Then everything else began to fade as I began to realize that I was asleep. I fought my way to consciousness like swimming to the surface of a pond. Only to discover myself in my own bed alone, in my crappy apartment. The one I still owed last month's rent on. The phone was ringing for the fifth time. I ran my fingers through what was left of my thinning hair and looked at the clock, it was 5 a.m. I wondered briefly who would call at this time, as the phone rang for the sixth time. I picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Taylor?" a man's voice asked. "Yeah. Who is this!" I demanded. I didn't recognize the voice and they had a lot of nerve calling me since I had only gotten to bed a couple of hours earlier. "Taylor, it's Mark, Mark Thompson." Oh yeah! I remembered. Mark and I had been best friends once. Along with Ken Stoddard we had done everything together until I was about twelve when the three of us sort of drifted apart in junior high school. The last time I had spoken to either of them was a couple of years ago at my mother's funeral. I had told them that I was an advertising executive out here in LA. "Oh, Mark, how's it going?" "Pretty good. I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I wanted to catch you before you went into the office. I mean, you are a hard man to reach, my friend." "Oh hey, it's no problem. I've been pretty busy lately." The truth was, I had been dodging my creditors. I wasn't really an advertising executive. I didn't even work in advertising. The truth was I had lied. I didn't think I would ever see either one of them ever again, so what would they know. I felt a little intimidated by both of them at the funeral. Mark was a doctor at Akron General Hospital where we grew up and Ken was some kind of financial consultant in New York. I just couldn't bring myself to the tell them that I had come out here to become big time surfing competitor, only to discover that after years of trying, I was only mediocre at best. Usually placing somewhere around tenth. At thirty, I was washed up with no real job skills and working three part time jobs just to barely keep my bills paid. I just couldn't tell them that I was dish washer in a slop shop restaurant, a burger flipper in a fast food joint, and pizza delivery dude at some whole in the wall little pizza place. I figured I better say more so I added. "So? What's up?" "Did you get my letter?" I had, but I just tossed it aside. "Yeah, but I haven't had a chance to look at it." "Oh." He sounded disappointed. He went on. "Well, anyway, remember how we used to go up to grandfather's house for a month in the summer?" "In West Virginia? Yeah man. That summer when we were twelve was such a blast!" The house more like a cabin in reality. "How would you like to re-live it?" "Huh? You mean go back to when we were twelve?" That had been a great summer, Mark's grandpa let us do just about anything we wanted to. It was the last summer we had together as friends, by the next summer neither of them were speaking with me. That was also when I lost my virginity to Sue Beth McDaniel. She was so cute. Getting girls was always easy for me. With a name like Taylor it just sort of exuded coolness and chicks dug it. Keeping girls was a different story, but getting them was easy and Sue Beth was the first that would be fun to do again. "Not exactly, but something like that." As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. I mean, how could I let them see what had become of me? I had let myself go since I quit surfing and now looked like a beached whale. Between working and sleeping most of the sun away, I even had the pale sallow completion of a dead fish. Hard to believe living in the land of sun worshipers, but it was the sad truth. Not only that, but if they talked with me long enough, they would figure out I lied about my job. That would be the worst. I said, "Oh man! Dude, I'm just too busy to get away right now." He was quiet for moment as though he were considering saying something, but finally said, "Dude, it's not until next month, for the whole month. Can't you clear your calendar for in a month? Surely you have enough vacation time coming? I mean, Ken and I would really want for you to be there." There was no way I could go after that statement. "Sorry man, I'm just so swamped here. I'm not gonna be freed up for at least six months." I could sense his attitude change. "Look man, Ken and I both know that you are not an advertising executive. My guess is that you're working some shitty job since your surfing career didn't pan out." "Oh." I said the only thing I could think of. It felt like someone kicked me in gut. "Yeah, my mom and your mom were still friends even though we weren't." "I wouldn't say we weren't friends. It's more like we just drifted apart. I mean I got in with the cool kids and you and Ken..." "Became nerds." "...found your own way," I emphasized. "We became nerds, you mean." "I don't mean..." "It's okay. I mean, it seems being cool isn't so cool after all..." He trailed off. I got somber immediately. "I guess not. Well, it was nice of you to point that out. Speaking of which, I really need to get back to sleep..." "Look, I'm sorry man. I guess old wounds run deep. Look, we would really like you to join us. It wouldn't be the same thing if you're not here." I took a deep breath. "Why didn't you guys say anything at the funeral when I said I was in advertising?" "Come on, we didn't want you to lose face, being the big tough Taylor and all. Besides, Ken didn't know then and I thought we would probably never see each other again." Then under his breath, "Unless one of us died." "Really, I wish I could come, but Dude, I'm barely keeping it together out here. If I took a month off..." "That's the reason I told Ken the truth about you. He and I will pay for you to come up for the month and give you enough to pay your bills for a month, just so you'll come." It sounded great, but my pride stepped up. "I can't let you do that..." "It's being done. I really want you to come re-live that summer and I know Ken does too. I got all this money from my grandparents. What good is it if I can't help my friends?" I thought about it, but not for long. "Fine, but it'll be a loan. I'll pay you back," I demanded. "Hey man, if you feel you have to..." "I do." "Okay, your ticket is in the envelope, see you in a month. I gotta get going." "All right. I'll get it," I assured him. "Oh and Dude?" "Yeah?" "Get some sleep! You sound like shit." With that he hung up the phone. I got up and hit the can and then walked to the table where I had tossed my unread mail and sifted through the collection letters and picked out Mark's letter. I hadn't noticed before but it was a little thick and heavy for just a letter. I opened it up and sure enough, there was a plane ticket dated the thirty-first of June. I skimmed the letter and it pretty much said the same thing he had said on the phone. I tossed it back on the table and headed back to bed. I drifted back off to sleep with visions of Sue Beth dancing around in my head. A couple of days later another letter from Mark arrived, this one contained a money order for three grand. That was enough to catch me up and pay two months ahead on my bills, seeing as I didn't have much other than the basic necessities anyway. The thirty-first of June found me on a plane to Akron-Canton Airport where I'd meet Mark and Ken. It was a Sunday. Then we would drive down to the house in West Virginia just like we had when we were kids. Well, Marks folks drove us down actually. I was excited and a little apprehensive. Even though there wasn't really any bad event that caused us to stop hanging around with each other. There had been a couple negative incidents over the convening years, a snub, a rude comment, or a snide remark, that sort of thing. Sort of like the comments made on the telephone a couple weeks ago. Maybe we could get past all that. I hoped so. I also tried to speculate how we were going to spend the next month like we did when we were twelve. I kept imagining three grown men with hairy legs and all, running through the woods in shorts and t-shirts, playing army man with sticks or some other such nonsense game we played. Skinny dipping would take on a whole new hideous nature as three fully grown men jumped in and out of the water with their wankers flipping about wildly. I snorted at the thought and the old lady sitting next to me turned and looked strangely at me. I just leaned my head back and closed my eyes and dozed on and off thinking about the things we did that summer and summers before that. Running through the woods, which were all around the "homestead" as Grandpa Thompson had called it. Skinny dipping in small pond created in a nearby stream and how the cool water felt like ice against my hot and sweaty skin. Exploring the abandoned coal mine a couple of miles away, or having three way apple fights with fallen crap apples. Suddenly I recalled Mark's sister Becky and learning to dance with her while Mark and Ken laughed at us and ran off chasing Grandpa Thompson's dogs. I had forgotten how much fun I had with Becky that summer. I was beginning to notice girls and was interested in learning a little bit about them. I never thought of Becky as girlfriend material. She was more of a girl friend, or a friend who happened to be a girl. She was a year older than us. Until that summer I had only viewed her as an irritation as Mark and Ken did. That summer, she couldn't find a friend who could stay like Ken and I did. The friend she usually brought with her, Sarah Jenkins, was touring Europe with her cousins that year. She had wanted Becky to go with her, but her folks didn't like the idea that only Sarah's older cousins would be supervising the trip, so Becky couldn't go. It turned out to be a good thing too. I heard that Sarah had gotten pregnant on that trip and had to have an abortion when she got home. I felt kind of bad for Becky. We invited her to join in with us, but she usually begged off and stayed with her grandma. I saw her moping around occasionally. I guess it would have been a bit awkward for her when the three of us were splashing about naked in the water. So I spent a bit of time with her and learned a few things about girls that I was later able to use to my advantage, one of them was dance lessons. I later found that girls like a guy who can dance and while my other friends, Mark and Ken included, wound up being wall flowers at most dances, I never lacked for dance partners. Of course these partners would help me enjoy more than dancing. Becky turned out to be pretty cool. It was too bad that the friendship we developed that summer hadn't continued after that, but it seemed to loose something when we got home and then Becky had all her girl friends back and all. Funny, I had forgotten all about her and the fun we had. There had also been some things I let her do that I hadn't really liked, just to make her feel better. Like a couple of times when Mark and Ken were gone off for the day, I would stay with Becky and let her paint my nails and put make up on me. I even let her style my hair. Well, I didn't let her cut it like she wanted to and I refused to let her dress me up in girl clothes to be her girlfriend. I mean, I was a guy after all and I had a reputation to consider. If Mark and Ken hadn't been there too, I might have let her, maybe... My trip down memory lane ended abruptly as the fasten your seatbelt sign lit up and the warning tone sounded. After landing and taxiing to the terminal I left the plane with the other passengers and went to claim to collect my single duffle bag. While I waited, I noticed a tall man who looked familiar. It took me a moment to realize it was Ken. "Ken!" The man looked at me and eyes opened wide. "Taylor!" he said as he held his arms open. I stepped into them and we hugged each other like the old friends we had been. "How the hell are you?" "Great," I said as we separated. "How've you been?" "Can't complain, my friend, I can't complain." We got our bags and headed out of the terminal to wait for Mark, me with mine slung over my shoulder and him dragging his along behind him on wheels. We caught each other up a little on the way. I told him the truth this time. "Dude, I didn't know things were that bad with you out there. I wish I could've helped you out. I mean, I could have at least tipped you good for bringing my pizza." He laughed to indicate he was joking around. I nudged him and laughed too. "I don't know if I'll be doing that when I get back. My boss said if he had a job open when I got back, I was in, but not to hold my breath." "Oh, nice guy." "Woman actually. Ha, the other two told me not to bother coming back," I said. "Well at least you won't be missed if something fatal happened," he chuckled. "Ah, I don't care. There are more bottom of the barrel jobs where I found those. I'll just get a new one when I get back." "You like LA that much? It looks as if it's cloudy there all the time." "Huh?" "Either that, or you already found something fatal." He chuckled again. "Yeah well, working three jobs doesn't leave much time for fun in the sun." Just then his cell phone rang. "Just a sec," he said, then into the phone, "Hello?" I could hear Mark's muffled voice. "We both just picked up our bags and we're on our way. Where are you?" Mark said something. "Okay the brown Mercedes? All right we'll be there in a minute." He hung up and said, "Come on, he's waiting out front. He said to hurry before security chases him away again." In minutes we met up with Mark. After exchanging hugs and loading our bags in the trunk, we got into the brown Mercedes and took off. Mark said, "I figured you guys would want to crash at my place before driving down, so we'll leave in the morning." Ken and I both agreed with that. Mark left the airport, but stayed off the freeway. I asked, "Where are we going? I thought you lived in the city." He half turned back to me and said, "Nah, I got a little place at Portage Lakes." Ken and I said in unison. "Ooh!" Portage Lakes was one of the places where people with money lived. A two room shack in Portage Lakes would probably sell for a quarter of a million dollars. There were no two room shacks in Portage Lakes. Mark's "place" turned out to be medium sized house with an impressive view of one of the Portage Lakes that edged his back yard. It was small enough for a young couple starting out and large enough for small family. I thought it was like a mansion compared to my rat hole sized apartment. We just sort of hung out by the lake with fishing lines in the water and caught each other up a little bit, while avoiding the subject of our separation in junior high school. With me there wasn't much to tell. I pretty much turned out to be a loser. No real career prospects. No property, just a crappy little Toyota that would've been rusted out if it were here in Ohio. I've had lots of luck with the ladies as far as one or two night stands, but nothing in the way of a lasting relationship. The closest I had to that had been years ago before I'd began my downhill ride to where I was now. Mark was obviously doing well for himself. He had channeled most of his energy into his education and internship. He explained that neither left much time for a social life. Not that he was dateless, he just hadn't had time to cultivate any lasting relationships. He was looking forward to that now that he had finally gotten his medical license and a permanent position at a hospital. He had the house and the Mercedes along with a small fishing boat, we didn't bother putting in the water and of course he had his grandparent's place, which was a little more than a cabin set on two hundred acres of sloping wooded mountain side. Ken had also spent most of his energy on his career. He had a large apartment in New York, which apparently was quite an achievement. He owned a Corvette, but only drove it on his days off. He had been married briefly, but that hadn't worked out and he and his wife had parted amicably with no children. When the beer was gone, we cleaned up the fishing gear and went back to the house. The sun was sinking low in the sky. We ordered Pizza, since there was no food in the house that would spoil in a month, and we talked some more. Becky stopped by, looking as good as ever. She said she just wanted to see us again and that she would be joining us for the month, but she would be down later. We talked with her a little. She had been married, but was now divorced with an eight year old boy named Justin and a six year old girl named Destiny, they were spending the night with her parents. Her ex-husband had run off with a co-worker shortly after Destiny was born. She hadn't heard from him since, only what his parents told her when the visited the kids. She had bought a nice house with her share of the money from her grandparents when they died. She and Mark had been their only grandchildren and they had saved up quite a nest egg, I guess. Micheal had been nice enough not to ask for it in the divorce. He probably wouldn't have gotten it if he had. She had said that Micheal's parents, her ex-in-laws, were going to take the kids for the month like they did every year. They picked them up on the third of July and kept them until around the third of August. She had some other plans for the fourth so she wouldn't make it down until Friday. Shortly after Becky left, we hit the sack so we could get an early start. In the morning we loaded up the car and headed off around seven. That meant we wouldn't get there until mid-afternoon with breaks. It took about five hours to get there if you drove straight through, most of it in West Virginia, where the small mountain roads twist and turn making it hard to go very fast. Two restroom breaks and a lunch stop later and a bit more driving found us finally pulling into the yard at the cabin around 2 in the afternoon. After we got the car unloaded, which took all of about fifteen minutes since we each had one bag or suitcase. On the drive here Mark explained that he and Becky had come down and stocked the place with food to last a little while. We would probably have to make a couple of trips into Glennville or Grantsville, but not for at least a week. I took my stuff into the room we used to share to find three beds set up. I looked around the room and it looked a whole lot smaller than I remembered. Probably because it was bigger to me in my memories as I was much smaller then. In fact the whole house was a lot smaller than I remembered it to be. I turned to Mark. "Dude? Were we all three sleeping in this room?" "Sure, why not?" he asked. Ken pointed out, "It's pretty small, man." Mark smiled like he knew something we did not and said, "Don't worry. It won't be. Besides, Becky's going to sleep in the other room." I said, "What about your grandparent's room?" "It'll be fine. Why don't you guys come out the living room and let me explain," he said. Ken and I looked at each other and shrugged and followed Mark back into the living room. He reached behind the couch and pulled out a blue suitcase. It looked just like the one Ken used to have. He set it on the couch and then produced a tan suitcase I hadn't seen since I don't know when. It was mine, or it had been. He set it next to the blue one and then got something cloth off of the end table. He turned to us with a big smile on his face and said, "When I told you guys we could re- live that summer when we were twelve, I wasn't kidding." He held up a necklace with a cheap looking medallion hanging from it. "This is the Medallion of Zulo. I ran across it a couple years ago and set about putting this all together. Ken left this here, remember?" We both nodded. He put it in the wrong car and forgot about it cause he was too busy crushing on Becky. I hadn't thought about it until that moment. Mark went on, "Yours was a little harder to come by, but I helped your mother move some stuff in her attic and found it. I opened it and couldn't believe my luck. Your Ohio U shirt was right on top. You hardly took that damn thing off, remember?" I did. He continued, "Anyway, I asked her if I could have it and she said I could. That was just a little while before she died." Ken looked a little dubious and asked, "Okay? What does all this have to do with us?" Mark snorted. "Everything! Watch." He put the necklace on and touched his old boxers to the medallion and grinned. "What are we supposed to be watching?" I asked. "Just wait." His voice cracked as I noticed he was getting younger. He was also getting shorter. Not only that, but he was getting smaller in general. As Ken and I watched wide eyed, Mark slowly became a kid again. His shirt hung on him like a dress and his pants and boxers were around his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and turned away from us and slid his old shorts up under his shirt and took his shirt off. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Mark just like I remembered him when we were twelve. "What do ya think?" For a few moments we were both speechless. Then Ken asked, "What the hell was that?" Mark grinned. "I told you it's the Medallion of Zulo. It'll make us all twelve again." Ken looked as uncertain as I felt. Mark must have noticed cause he said, "Don't worry, it'll change us back too. Come on, who wants to go next?" Ken and I looked at each other. I asked, "Who's going to be the adult?" Mark said, "We don't need one. I mean we are all adults, we'll just look like kids." Ken thought a moment and stated, "Someone is going to have to be the adult." Mark shook his head. "Why? No one will even notice us up here and even if they do, it'll only take a few minutes for one of us to change back. At least after the first twelve hours." I asked, "Why twelve hours?" He said, "You have to wait twelve hours after you've changed before you can change again. After that you can change any time, but you'll have to wait twelve hours again." Ken shrugged. "I guess I'll go next. Let me see it." Mark handed Ken the necklace and said, "Wait dude. Strip to your shorts man. This looks so cool." Ken put the necklace on and took off his clothes to his boxers. Mark opened the blue suitcase and tossed a small t-shirt to Ken. He touched it to the medallion just like Mark had, and in minutes, he began getting younger and then smaller. Mark was right, it was fascinating to watch. When he stopped changing, Ken took his boxers off and put on a pair of 'tightie-whities' from his suitcase. That left two boys in the underwear and me in my clothes. Ken looked up at me and said, "Your turn," as he handed me the necklace. I put it on and took off my outer clothes. When I was down to my tightie-whities, Mark tossed me my Ohio U shirt. I touched it the medallion. I felt a tingle and like the others I began to shrink. It took a couple of minutes to realize something was wrong. My hair lengthened, but so had theirs, we all wore our hair longer then. What happened to startle all of us was that as my body hair thinned out like theirs had, my nipples began to get darker pink instead of lighter. Then they began to get puffy. Instead of my shorts getting looser around my hips, they got tighter, or more accurately they changed shape on me. The sides of the waistband pulled up on my slightly larger hips and the front sagged down a bit. This caused them to stay a little snug against my crotch, which was smoothing out as would be expected, it was when the slight lump got smaller still that worried us. In the meantime my puffy nipples continued to swell until the flesh underneath them began to swell as well. My hair also continued to grow out and by the time the tingling stopped, it was obvious that I had become twelve like Mark and Ken, but unlike them, I had become a girl. We just stared at my slight breasts and puffy nipples for several long minutes, too stunned by what had happened to do anything else. Then in a chorus we said, "What the hell?" I looked at Mark and he was shaking his head slightly. "Dude! I swear I did not know that would happen..." Ken continued to stare as I asked, "What in the hell happened to me?" I rolled my eyes at the sweet sound of my voice. Mark said, "You turned into a girl, but I don't know why." He turned back to the open suitcase and began sifting through it. We all looked at the contents. Bras, panties, jeans, t-shirts, shorts, girl socks, a bikini, and a girl's one piece swimsuit. Mark looked back at me and said, "I never looked through the clothing in there. I just saw the shirt and assumed it was all your stuff. I mean, it's not like you had a sister or anything. You don't even have a brother..." He was stammering. "I don't even know who you turned into." "Huh?" I asked. "The Medallion of Zulo turns you into the last person to wear the clothing you touch to it. If you'd have touched my shirt to it, you would have become Dr. Mark Thompson. You'd be able to impersonate me because even your fingerprints would match," he explained. Ken was still staring at my chest especially when I moved and it jiggled around and it was making me uncomfortable. I was going to punch him, but instead I slapped his face. "Stop Staring at my boobs!" I shouted and then turned red because I had called them mine. He just looked away and said, "Sorry man, they look good." I folded my arms over them and blushed at his compliment and said, "I might think so if they were on you..." And left it drop. I wiggled to the bathroom, dropped my arms and looked in the mirror. I recognized the face immediately. It was my cousin's face. I had only ever seen her in pictures, her mother and mine didn't get along very well. "Allison?" I asked aloud. "Who's Allison?" Mark asked from behind me. I jumped and my chest bounced all over the place. I hadn't noticed that they had followed me to the bathroom. "You Asshole!" I said, covering my breasts again. "Sorry, I was just curious to see if you knew who turned into," he apologized. "I turned into my cousin Allison. My mom and her mom were sisters, but didn't get along very well. I vaguely recall her borrowing my suitcase when I was sixteen. She was a bit younger than me and I had stopped going away by then. Ya know like when I was younger. Anyway, she went on some class trip or something and didn't have a suitcase, so she must have used mine. She nearly drowned on the trip and spent a couple months in a coma. My aunt must have sent it back with her clothes in it," I explained, while still staring in the mirror at my pretty face. Ken asked, "But why did your shirt turn you into her?" I thought a moment and said, "I'm not sure, either it wasn't my Ohio U shirt or I left mine in there and she wore it. I would guess." I turned around and said, "I'm going to change back, I don't want to be a chick." I walked past them and headed back to the living room. Mark followed and said, "I hate to tell you this, but you're stuck like that for a while." I stopped short. "What!" I shouted, but I already knew the answer. He had said that you had to wait at least twelve hours. I was going to be a girl for the rest of the night. "You can't..." "I know!" I cut him off. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I guess I had better get dressed. At least I have something to wear." Mark said, "Hey, you should probably use Becky's room tonight." "I think that's a good idea," I said giving Ken a dirty look and closing the suitcase. "Hey! What're you looking me for. They're cute little titties, it's not like I'm going to rape you or something," Ken said defiantly. Then we all turned red realizing the awkwardness of me having been a guy and now being a girl alone with two boys. Ken added, "Well... It's not like I'm a pedo or anything, but I am still a guy and I'm bound to look." I saw Mark turn red again and knew that he was watching the show as well, but he didn't make me feel uncomfortable. "I know that! But you don't have to stare at them like it's the first food you've seen in a week," I snapped. "I'm sorry," he said again. "The whole thing just kind of caught me off guard, I mean, Damn! It's not every day your best friend turns into a half naked chick, ya know?" I realized that I was being a little too hard on him, I would've been checking them out if they wound up on his chest instead. Being a guy I know what guys look at. "Look man, I know you're going to look. Just try not to make it obvious. It makes me uncomfortable." I tried to lift the suitcase, but I wasn't as strong as I used to be and dropped it on the floor. Ken said, "Here let me help you..." Then trailed off, obviously trying not to offend. I turned so he could get a good look at my chest and lifted my arm and poked my muscle. "Girl's body equals girl's muscles. Help would be great." With that, I stepped aside so Ken could pick up my case. Then I followed him into Becky's room where he set it on top of a dresser for me. "Thanks." He blushed and muttered. "You're welcome." Then left me alone to get dressed. Becky had a full length mirror, so I took off my shorts and stood in front of it to get a good look at my new body. As I slowly worked my way down, I tried to become familiar with how I looked. I had a pretty face and shiny long hair. My nipples were puffy and dark pink. The nipple part didn't stick up like I was used to seeing, but I could see a discolored ring in the middle that looked about the size of what should stick out. I figured that if I stayed this way for a while, that part would probably grow out. Under the nipples were slight mounds of flesh that were obviously my breasts, but they were not very big. As I looked down past my breasts, I could see the bottom of my ribs. Below that was my tummy with a slight bulge towards the bottom and my belly button was slightly more oval than I was used to, but not as much as I had seen on women I had been with. I guessed this, like my nipples, must still be developing. My hips now had a slight flair to them and made my waist look a little slimmer. Then I focused on my new sex equipment. There was a definite bulge in the middle between my hips and it was covered with translucent fuzz. I knew what this was, it was the layer of fatty tissue that was supposed to protect the pubic bones during intercourse or more commonly called the Mound of Venus. It was rather pronounced as I had seen through more than a few young girl's tight fitting clothing. Below that of course were the plump lips of my new vagina. Below my hips my thighs tapered down to my knees and were hairless as were my shins and ankles. My toes were cute and the nails were pink. This made me think of my hands and they too had pink nails. I had hair on my forearms, but it was lighter than my pubic hair. I lifted my arms and my armpits were also hairless. Apparently Allison must have shaved her pits and legs and painted her nails and the medallion somehow transferred that to me. I suppose if it could turn me into a girl, than painted nails and shaved legs wouldn't be out of the question. I sat on the floor and spread my legs so I could look inside my new vagina and it looked about the same as any other one I had seen. Thin pink lips inside of thicker flesh colored lips, with a hole in the middle. Just above the hole where the thin lips came together was a little pink nub of flesh. I new what that was too, it was my clitoris. I touched it and drew in my breath as a slight jolt of pleasure shot through me. 'Hmm, not bad,' I thought. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Mark's voice came through it. "Hey Taylor? Are you all right in there? Do you need any help?" It took me by surprise and I answered, "Huh... No... I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." I hopped up off the floor and began looking for something to wear. "Okay, we'll wait in the living room. We got worried because you were taking a long time," he replied. "Girl's clothes!" I said, "They take forever to figure out." "Okay." I heard them walk away. I opened the suitcase and sifted through it. The clothes looked clean. I smelled them, but they didn't smell like anything really. I figured that the camp, or school, or whatever, must have laundered them, before sending the suitcase to Aunt Rita's. She probably just sent it back to mom the way it was. I took out a pair of white cotton panties with lace around the waist and legs. I slid them on and they felt much softer than my guy's shorts. I picked up a bra and looked at the tag, it read: 30AA. I shuddered at the thought of wearing it, so I tossed it back and grabbed some socks and put them on. Then a pair of red shorts, and my Ohio U shirt, or maybe it was hers after all. It fit too well, mine would have been much bigger. I looked in one of the pockets in the suitcase and found a couple pair of shoes. Two pair of sneakers, one was white with pink trim, and the other was black and red. There was also a pair of yellow flip-flops that matched the bikini and a pair of sandals with a small heel. Probably to go with what turned out to be a jean skirt. I put on the black sneakers and headed back to the living room. "How do I look?" I said, faux modeling my outfit. "A' right," they both said, but I noticed their eyes light up as they looked me up and down. Ken scooted over to make a seat between them and I sat down. Only then did I realize that we were now seated guy, girl, guy. I let it go and didn't say anything and sat with my knees together and my hands on my knees. Mark said, "We were just trying to figure out when you could change back." I nodded and he went on, "None of us were really paying attention, but we got here around two, by the time we unloaded and stowed our stuff, it was probably around 2:30 or so when I changed. It takes about ten minutes or so to fully transform and you guys watched that and then we argued a few minutes before Ken used the medallion. I would guess around three, so I figure you changed around 3:30 or so. That means you can't change back until three-thirty in the morning. Do we want to stay up, or wake up around three-thirty, or just wait until we get up in the morning?" Ken just said, "It doesn't really matter to me. I can just sleep 'till morning." I was going to say something snide, but I realized he was right, he didn't need to be up when I changed back. "I guess I'll wait up," I said. "Do you want me to stay up with you?" Mark asked. "I don't know. It doesn't matter," I said trying to sound non- committal, but I looked at him hopefully. Man what was happening to me? "I will. I'll help keep you awake," he said, "Now let's fix some dinner and go out and do something." We headed into the kitchen and Mark said, "We should probably tell Becky what happened." I shook my head as my hair flew out. "No way, Dude! The less people know about this, the better." "You're right," he said, "we still need to call her and let her know we got here all right." "I don't care, just don't tell her what happened to me." "I won't," he said as he headed for the bedroom to get his cell phone. Ken and I looked through the food and decided on burgers and chips with a salad. Ken said, "I'll go fire up the grill, if you want to season the meat." "Why, cause I'm a girl?" He looked at me. "No, just cause I thought I would fire up the grill, but you can do it if you want." Then he grinned. "I just don't want you to ruin your pretty nails. There probably isn't any more polish up her to fix it." I hit him and turned to start mixing up the hamburger. "Go on, show me what an outdoorsman you are, big boy." I winked and he blushed yet again. I was just teasing him back for his quip about my nails, but I realized that I was flirting with him like a girl. I was still mixing up the meat when Mark came back into the kitchen, just as Ken came back in the house. Mark said, "Becky said hi and she'll see everyone on Friday." We both nodded. "So what did you guys decide on for dinner?" "Burgers and chips," I said. Ken added, "With a salad, if you'll do the honors Mark." He winked at me and I smiled back. Mark said, "No problem. I guess since Taylor is hand working our meat, I guess I could make her a salad." I felt my cheeks get warm and they both chuckled. While we worked, I said, "I've noticed that even though we keep trying to act normal like three guys, we keep acting like two guys and a girl... I mean, flirting, and you guys helping me with heavy things. It was like it was natural for me to sit between you two on the couch when normally I would have sat in the chair. It's like we are allowing each other into our personal space more. Well at least with me, anyway. Is that medallion making act this way?" Mark thought for a few minutes and said, "I don't think so. I think that especially since our bodies are now in the midst of puberty and our hormones are sort of running wild. I would hypothesize that we are merely acting and reacting to each other's pheromones. You are producing quite a bit of female pheromones and we are producing equally large amounts of male pheromones." "Yeah, but I'm not really a girl," I pointed out. "I just look like one." Ken said, "I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you more than look like a girl." I felt myself blush. Mark said, "He's right. You are now a fully functioning young female. Biologically anyway. It's that female biology that processes the pheromones and triggers a response. It doesn't mean that I find us sexually attractive, but it does dictate to some degree how we relate to each other. In other words, it's just a side effect of your temporary physiology and will most likely go away when you change back, but we'll have to see. I wouldn't worry too much about it." Then he got a sly grin on his face and added, "Just keep working my meat baby, so we can make it all hot." I turned red. "Bite me Dickhead." "If you had one..." he trailed off. "Hey!" Ken said. "Find your own girl, I'm working this one..." He lowered his voice conspiratorially, "And I'm making progress." "In your dreams, Grill Boy!" I said, forming the last patty. Ken picked up the plate. "It's a date!" My eye shot open and they both laughed. I joined in. Mark said, "At least, you're being a good sport about all this." I thought a moment and said, "Why not. It's only temporary. May as well try to have fun with it. I'm not as uncomfortable with it as I was at first. Hell, I might even give you guys a table dance to put in your spank banks." We laughed at that and all went out the grill. "Okay Grill Boy. Make your meat hot for me," I said in the sexiest voice I could muster. After we ate and cleaned up there was still plenty of daylight, so we decided to go to the pond about a mile from the house. Ken said, "Race ya, looser makes breakfast naked." "Hey!" I shouted. Ken shrugged. "You'll be a guy by then. It's meant to be embarrassing, ya know." Mark shrugged. "You're one slow poke!" "A' right. It'll be drafty for you in the morning!" I said, taking a head start. Mark yelled. "Hey, no fair!" Ken said, "Let her go, she's a girl now. She'll need all the help she can get." I barely heard them as I ran on ahead with, but it wasn't long until my chest, little as it was, began to throw off my balance and momentum. Not only that, they were beginning to hurt from the pulling motion and I had to slow down. I could barely see them when I could run no further and called out. "Hey! I can't keep running. I'm gonna beg off the bet and I'll meet you there." They both raised their hands in the air to signal they heard me. I slowed down to a walk, but even that hurt now. I stopped and leaned against a tree with my breasts heaving for a few minutes. I caught my breath and started walking, but my chest still hurt. I was beginning to really regret not wearing that bra. I cupped my breasts and lifted them a little to take their weight off my pectorals and continued walking. It took me nearly fifteen minutes to reach the pond. They were tossing rocks in the water. Ken looked up and said, "Taylor you should wait until after breakfast to change back. I'd really like a naked waitress." "I said, I was begging off on the bet because I couldn't run." "What? You're gonna welsh?" Mark asked. "I'm not welshing. I had special circumstances," I said, defiantly. "Oh I need special treatment. I'm a girl," Ken said in a falsetto. "I'd like to see you two try and run with boobs. They hurt like hell!" I said, gently massaging them. Mark said, "Maybe you should have worn a bra." "I didn't think I needed one." Ken smiled. "Neither did we. Come here. I'll do that for you." I flipped him off. He laughed. "Normally it would lead to that, but I already said that I'm not into little girls." I kicked him. "Ow!" he said, rubbing the knee I hadn't kicked. "Fine! Special circumstances for the girl!" He winked at me and I tried to kick him again, but he put his hands up. "I don't care, I'm not cooking breakfast in the morning." The stood up and started taking off their clothes. I asked, "What are you guys doing?" "Taking a swim," Mark said, "C'mon." "Like this?" Ken said, "Why not? Were just swimming. It's not like it's your body or like your cousin will ever look like that again." "Besides, the cold water will probably make your tits feel better." I thought a moment and thought, 'What the hell?' I took off my clothes and we all jumped in and swam until it was starting to get dark. I noticed that the guys would steal glances to check me out, especially Mark. As it started to get dark Ken suggested that we get back to the house quickly. There were many dangerous animals that came out at night. At the top of the list, but not limited to, bears. Not to mention older teenaged boys who might not care that I appeared to be only twelve. The boys would most likely not wander onto the property, but was possible. The thought made me feel a little vulnerable. We got out of the water and started putting our clothes on. I noticed that the guys kept trying to sneak a peak between my legs, while attempting to resist the urge. I asked them, "Do you think it'll help if I just showed you my body when we get back to the house?" They both got quiet and looked at the ground then muttered. "Sorry." They turned away from me and looked in another direction. I said, as I was pulling my shorts up, "I'm not mad or anything. I just wondered if you both got a good look at it, that it might help you resist staring?" They both shook their heads and each said, "I don't know..." We walk back to the house in silence with Mark in front of me and Ken in back. It was as though they thought to protect me in case of trouble. We walked because I couldn't take running again. I was glad when we reached the house since I had needed to pee before we left the pond, but I didn't want to take the extra time, and I really didn't want to have to squat in front of my companions. "Firsts on the bathroom!" I called as we got in the yard. Ken said, "Go ahead, I'll just wiz outside." Mark said, "Me too." I left them and headed quickly for bathroom. I was glad I made it. I was beginning to doubt my ability to hold it long enough in this body. I was also grateful that we weren't going to have truck out to the outhouse in the middle of the night like we did when we were really twelve. The indoor bathroom was added sometime later. Probably when Marks grandparents got too old to tote the shotgun to the outhouse. I washed my hands afterwards and walked out of the bathroom. Mark and Ken were sitting at the table and Ken was shuffling cards. My breasts still hurt and I put my hands up to cup them. Mark saw and said, "A bra will help a lot." I nodded. "I guess I should put one on." Mark offered. "If you need me to, I can help you put it on." Ken said, "Pervert." Mark got a cross look on his face. "No! I meant professionally. I am a doctor and since Taylor never wore one before, he might need help." I said, "I should be all right. I've have seen enough women dress to know how to wear a bra." Ken said, "UN-dress is more like it." "That too," I affirmed and went into the bedroom to add a bra. Now of all the women I had seen put on a bra, I had only seen two main methods. One was to fasten it in front and turn it around your chest under you breasts until the cups lined up. This method was particularly used if you had larger breasts. Smaller breasted women seemed to prefer to fasten it behind their waist and slide it up until they could put their arms in the straps. Which I did. Then like they all did with either method. I leaned forward, reached into the bra and pulled each breast forward and stood up so that each breasts nestled properly in its cup. I thought about changing my clothes, but they had dried pretty good by this time so I put the shirt back on. I did brush out my hair a little so it didn't tangle too bad. As I walked back into the kitchen Ken said, "Look at her. Primped just like a real girl." "I wasn't primping! I just brushed out the tangles." I sat down and asked, "What are we playing?" "Strip poker!" Ken shouted, the added. "No just poker or gin." We played gin for a couple of hours. Around mid-night Ken bid us good night and went to bed. Mark and I drank coffee and continued to play cards, switching to different games to keep from being bored. I woke in the morning with a start to find myself leaning over the table. I hadn't even realized I had gone to sleep. I was a little disoriented. I didn't know where I was at first, as I began to notice a painful smashed feeling in my chest. I started putting it together. I was at Mark's grandparents' house, I was now a twelve year old girl and I was smashing my boobs on the table, which were protesting in pain. I sat up and immediately felt relief as another feeling hit me. Apparently, cousin Allison had been a bed wetter, my crotch was all wet, what's more, my bladder was still full. I jumped up and looked around. I was alone in the house. I could hear the guys out in the yard. I darted for the bathroom hoping that neither of them had noticed that I wet myself. I jerked my shorts and panties down in one motion and sat on the pot and let 'er rip. That was one plus to being a girl, no bleary eyed aiming first thing in the morning. I couldn't believe it. It sounded like a garden hose. I remembered that I needed to wipe and got some toilet paper and wadded it up. As I was wadding, I looked down at my shorts and panties and discovered that my earlier assessment of the situation had been wrong. I hadn't peed myself. There was a blood red stain the middle of my white cotton panties which appeared to have made it through to my shorts. Great! I was having a period. I cleaned up in the sink and dried my hands. I took my shorts and panties by the waistbands and cracked open the door. I looked around and didn't see anyone so I started heading Becky's bedroom for a change of clothes, at least until I used the medallion. I was about halfway to the bedroom when I heard Mark ask, "What are you doing?" It startled me and I didn't even thing about the fact that I was naked below the waist. I tuned around and said, "I'm having a period. I need to use that medallion quickly." Both Mark and Ken stared at my crotch. Mark said, "You can't change back if you're having your period, it won't work." My eyes got wide. "What?" I exclaimed, realizing that they were staring. So I held the shorts and panties in front of my vagina. "You mean I have to stay like this until after I finish this stupid period?" "I'm afraid so." Mark put his hands up a little as if to gesture sorry. "You're welcome to try it, but it won't work." "Great!" I said sarcastically. "Now what?" Ken said, "I think that first you should get dressed. Then you're going to need something for you period, like sanitary napkins or tampons." Mark and I both looked at him, and he asked, "What? I had a wife, I know a little bit about it." I asked, "Well, could you go and get me something, while I change clothes?" Ken shook his head. "You're going to have to figure out exactly what it is that you need first." Mark said, "Look Taylor, why don't you get dressed and then we'll figure out what to do next?" I nodded and went to the bedroom, feeling their eyes on my naked butt as I went. I got a clean pair of panties and there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" I asked. Ken's voice came through the door. "Here, put this in your panties to catch the blood." He cracked the door open and put his hand in with some rolled up toilet paper. "Ugh, thanks," I managed, taking the paper. He slid his hand back out and pulled the door closed. I took the panties and slid them up my legs and stuck the toilet paper between them and my vagina and pulled them up tight. I found another pair of shorts and put them on. I went ahead and changed my bra and shirt as well as my socks. With my clothes changed, I headed back to the living room. Mark was on his phone. "...so now she's having a period so she can't change back," he said. I could make out Becky's voice on the other end, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. "We need to know what kind of feminine hygiene products to get for her?" he asked. Becky said something and he said, "Both?... Young teen?... No... We're just running around... Yeah, we went swimming last night... Oh, okay... I don't know what she did with them... Here she is, I'll tell her." He turned to me. "Becky said to hurry up and get your bloody clothes in the sink with cold water on them or they'll stain." I shrugged. "I don't care." "Becky said that your period should probably last five days, you're going to need to wear them again." "Oh," was all I said, before going to do what she suggested. When I got back to the living room, Mark handed the phone to me. "She wants to talk to you." I took the phone. "Hi Becky." "Oh my, you sound cute." I said, "Screw you!" She giggled. "You seem a little unqualified at the moment." I felt my cheeks redden. "Whatever." She stopped giggling and said, "Anyway, welcome to the girl club. Now you're going to probably need to wear a tampon during the day if you're going to keep up with the boys. At night you can wear a pad or a panty liner. The tampon is going to take a little explaining the first time. This is very important: You have to change it every couple of hours, usually four. Never, never, under any circumstances, wear the same tampon for more than six hours. They tell you eight, but I stay with six." "Why?" She yelled at me, "THERE IS NO WHY! Just do it." "Okay, no more than six hours..." I trailed off. "Actually there is reason, but that's not the point I was making. The reason is because you can go into Toxic Shock. You will get sick from it. Trust me, you don't want that. Toxic Shock can kill you by the way." "Okay, I get it," I said. "Good luck with it. Call me if you need anything or just to talk. I couldn't wait for Friday before, now I really can't wait. See you then." "I'll see you Friday." With that we hung up. I turned to the guys. "Well, we're going to have to go into town. How are we going to do it?" "Well," Mark offered. "Either one of us changes into a man and drives you to town, or we see about getting the bikes running." Ken said, "I vote for bikes. I don't want to be a grown man running around town with a little girl. It looks suspicious." Mark said, "I agree." "Now wait a minute... I'm gonna need that stuff." Ken said, "Calm down. We'll get it. Why don't we have some breakfast and then check out the bikes?" He was refering to the bikes that Mark's grandparents kept down here for us kids. "Are they still here?" I asked Mark. He shrugged. "They should be." I helped Mark cook some pancakes and sausage since I also lost the foot race. I jokingly asked Ken, "Do you still want me to serve you naked?" "How bout topless?" "All or nothing," I smiled. "Drip, drip, drip..." "Ugh! Never mind." We ate and cleaned up breakfast. Mark and Ken headed out to the barn and I went to the bathroom. There was a bit of blood on the TP. It soaked the paper, but luckily it didn't go all the way through. I rolled some more paper up, a little thicker than before, and hoped that would work a little longer, but I was going to need something better soon. I joined the guys in the barn, where they had found three bikes in semi working order. They had oiled the chains and were taking turns with a hand pump to air up the tires. Mark saw me and said, "Hey look! We even found you a pink one!" It was one of Becky's old pink ten speed with rams' horn handlebars. I straddled it, and it was a perfect fit. I wasn't thrilled with the color, but a bike's a bike. "Ooh pretty!" I mocked wide eyed then said, "It'll work." Ken looked up from pumping. "Better than the others." Then motioned with his head. I looked in that direction to see a pile of bikes in disarray, some missing handlebars, some missing tires, and some missing other various parts. When their tires were pumped up and we were ready to go, Ken said, "Here." He walked over to my bike and clipped a flowered basket to the handlebars. "Now you have a place to carry your purchases." "Gee thanks," I said, as we mounted our bikes and headed off. "Umm, I don't have any money." Mark said, "Don't worry, I've got it. After all, I am sort of responsible for you needing them in the first place." "No, not really. I mean we both fell asleep at the table," I noted. "Yeah, but if I had paid more attention to what was in that suitcase, you still have your dick," he pointed out. I shrugged. "Well, there's no point in crying over spilt milk. It was an honest mistake. It's not so bad really." "Really?" Ken asked. "Nah, I'm sort of getting used the feelings from this body, so I don't really think about being a girl all the time," I said. "Oh," was all he said. I told Mark, "Thanks for taking care of this for me." "Not a problem." We rode down the long drive way to the road. I was glad I was wearing a good bra today or I'd have been in a lot of pain with all the bump, ruts, and potholes in the dirt drive. The biggest problem I had was that my hair kept blowing into my face and covering my eyes. I was becoming annoying to have to keep pulling it back out of the way. I tried tucking it in the back of my shirt, but that didn't last for long. I hoped I could find something to tie it back at the store. We finally got to town and headed to the drugstore. It was nice to see that Corporate America hadn't reached this little town just yet. We parked our bikes near the door. Ken asked, "Shouldn't one of us watch the bikes in case someone tries to steal them?" Mark looked up and down the busy street, and said, "Who'd want those ugly rusted things?" I giggled at his joke and Ken said, "Good point." We went in and headed for the feminine hygiene isle. When I got there, I couldn't believe the selection. Who would have ever thought there would be so many different products for this. I turned to Mark and Ken for advice, only to find they'd ditched me. I wondered back and forth looking at different packages for several minutes to no avail, when I heard a woman ask. "Can I help you Sweetie?" I turned to look at none other than Sue Beth McDaniel. "Uh... yeah... umm... I need to get pads and tampons... but I'm not sure which ones?" She stepped closer. "Well Honey, which ones does your mother usually get?" This was the last person I wanted to discuss this with, but I didn't see an alternative. I said, "I'm not sure, I've never really paid attention." I hoped she bought that. She just kind of said, "Hmm." She bought it. Then she asked, "Well are they for you or for her?" Crap! I didn't want to tell her but. "They're for me." "I see," she said warmly. She looked at the packages for a few minutes and handed me a pack that read 'Kotex Security Slender' and one that read 'Tampax Pearl Plastic Unscented.' "Either of these will work, but the Tampax Pearls seem to be more popular with you younger girls. More comfortable I'd imagine." I handed the Kotex back to her and she put them back. She moved down the isle a little, still looking. I didn't know which was more humiliating. The fact that she was the girl I deflowered seeing me as a virgin girl, or the fact that SHE was helping me find something to stick in MY vagina. Then she handed a box of Kotex Thin Nights with Wings. She said, "These will protect your panties through the night. You can also wear them during the day. Also remember to change your tampon often and never use it longer than eight hours, even if your flow is light." I nodded my head solemnly. "I'll remember." "Was that all you needed Honey?" she asked. I nodded again. "Yes, thank you." I had to catch myself, I almost called her Sue Beth. That would have lead to a lot of questions I didn't want to answer. Suddenly a pain shot through my lower stomach and I put my hand there to rub it. The area had felt a tight all morning, but this was the first time I actually had pain. Sue Beth looked at me and said, "You might want to get some Midol at the end of the isle. It will help with the cramping and bloating." I nodded and waved and pick up a box marked Midol on my way past with my hand still on my stomach like Napoleon. As I rounded the isle, I found the guys checking out racing magazines. I headed for them and saw a package of girl's hair ties and ponytail holders. I picked them up along with a brush. They were exactly what I needed to keep my long hair out of my face. I stepped back into the main isle and Mark and Ken saw me and came over. Ken said in a hushed voice, "Sorry dude!" Mark added, "Yeah, we saw her heading over there and didn't want to get caught in the girl isle." I gave them a dirty look. "What are you? Twelve." We all laughed. I asked, still in hushed tones, "Do you know who that is?" They both shook their heads. I said, "Look closely." I watched as it slowly dawned on them who it was that had helped me. Mark whispered. "Oh Crap! Is that Sue Beth?" Ken whispered. "Shit yeah." Then his eyes got wide. "Taylor, did you..." I nodded. "Have sex with her? Yes." Mark said, "And she helped you pick out feminine hygiene stuff?" They both laughed. I must have looked mad because they both settled down and Ken said, "Sorry man, it's just too funny. Ya know. Even you have to admit it." I did and we all laughed at the absurdity of all. We headed to the register and Ken asked, "Anyone want some candy?" Now that he mentioned it, chocolate sounded pretty good. "Yeah." Mark said, "Why don't we stop for ice-cream on the way home instead?" Ken and I agreed with that. So Mark slipped me a twenty and he and Ken ditched me at the check out, muttering something about not wanting to be seen paying for pads and tampons. I got up to the cashier, who was of course, Sue Beth. She cashed me out and wished me a good day. I did the same and headed out to my pink bike with my purchases. I reached in the back and took out the brush and ponytail holders and put the rest in my basket. I said, "Hang on a minute guys. I need to do something with this hair." Mark asked, "Need help? I used to help Becky with hers." I smiled at him. "Sure, thanks." It only took him a minute to brush out my hair, part it down the middle and give me twin pigtails. I said, "One ponytail in the back would have been sufficient." Ken laughed. "Ah, you look cute." I felt myself blush. "Thanks," I said to both of them. I stowed my hair stuff and we were on our way. "I'm going to have to find a bathroom soon." Mark said, "I know. You can use the ladies room at the ice-cream place." We parked our bikes at the ice-cream stand and I took the box of tampons with me into the ladies room. After looking at the directions for several minutes, I managed to insert one. I had gotten there just in time, a few minutes longer and I would have messed up another pair of panties. I straightened up and left the ladies room. I walked back to my bike and put the tampons in the bag as quickly and discreetly as I could and started walking to the counter where Mark and Ken were. About half way to the counter a boy, slightly older than we, appeared to be came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Jimmy. You new around here?" I looked at him. I knew a pick up when I saw one, I just didn't know how handle it from this end. "Umm, Hi. I'm Taylor." Just then Mark came up and put his arm around me. "There you are Babe. Come on." He turned to Jimmy and said, "Hi Jimmy, this is my girl. Nice to meet you, I'm Mark." I looked at Mark and he winked so Jimmy couldn't see him. Jimmy said, "Sorry, Dude. I was just saying Hi." Then he turned and walked back over to his friends. Mark guided me to the counter and whispered in my ear. "We should probably keep this up for a bit." I nodded. Then Mark kissed my cheek. I was a little startled, but I didn't pull away. We ordered a couple of banana splits and a coke and then sat down with Ken at a picnic table. I took a Midol before eating my ice-cream and between that and the cold from the ice-cream, my cramping eased up quite a bit. Mark took my hand and walked me to my bike, he went to kiss my cheek, just as I turned to ask him a question and he kissed me full on the mouth. It was just a peck, but it caused my body to tingle just the same. He pulled away and mouthed, "Sorry." I just smiled at him. Somehow, something shifted in my mind, and I looked at him in a new way. Just for a moment and then it was gone, but in the moment I realized that I thought he looked cute. I got on my bike feeling a little light headed. Did I really just enjoy a kiss with a guy? Then I found him attractive? I was a little confused, but I was sure it had something to do with the estrogen and progesterone that was now coursing heavily through my body. I followed behind Ken and Mark quietly, occasionally checking out their butts. I knew that I should find it disturbing, but I knew it was only a reaction to my body's current physiology. As a female, my body was geared towards procreation with a male. It didn't make me gay or anything, but I was enjoying the gushy feelings I was getting from it, sort of like I did when I was a guy checking out girls. This was a little different feeling though. Again, no doubt due to the differences in my gender. We got back to the cabin, fixed, ate, and cleaned up dinner. We watched a movie and played cards for while, before going to bed that night. The rest of the week went by without any other real incident, other than the fact that we continued to slip deeper into our new gender roles. By Friday it was me, the girl, with them, the guys. They treated me like a girl and I acted like a girl. It's hard to describe as it was mostly in subtle overtones. Like dividing up the chores I did the girl type chores, like laundry and cooking. They did the guy type things, like keeping the yard mowed, working on the bikes and that sort of thing. When we ran around in the woods, they were a little protective of me and I was a little mothering with them. Telling them to wear pants instead of shorts. They also gave me privacy. Like if we had to pee in the woods, one of them would find me a safe place where I could squat without getting poison