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"Ugh," I thought with disdain the first time I saw my tenth grade pictures. I'm not really sure what I expected. There is only so much the camera can work with. I stood in the hallway, just outside the school office, examining the atrocity that were my school photos. There I was, Charlie Hawthorne, looking like the king of all dorks. With a mop of dull, red hair, a smattering of zits across my face, an oversized pair of plastic-framed eyeglasses, wearing that goofy, shit- eating grin on my face... I had to shake my head in revulsion. How in the world was a guy like me ever going to get laid? Then, I heard a familiar voice over my shoulder. "How'd yours turn out?" It was Ben Harrison, star quarterback of the Fulsom High Bulldogs. Now, my embarrassment level shot through the roof. "Eh, not very good. I look like a big dork." I'm sure he could hear the shame in my voice. "Lemme see." Reluctantly, I turned the envelope containing my portraits towards him. Through the clear window in the packet that contained them, Ben's big, soulful eyes surveyed the damage. "Aw, they're not all that bad. Pretty good, actually. Mine turned out pretty crummy, though." He turned his envelope for me to see. Geez-Louise, how could this guy ever take a bad picture? With his wide shoulders, wavy, jaw-length hair that was so shiny and dark, thick lips, and those big, soulful eyes... If this guy landed in the NFL like everybody expected, he'd end up dating every supermodel in New York. You could just see him in TV commercials or on a box of Wheaties. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. "You think they're good?" "Uh... Yeah! I don't think you have anything to worry about there," I said, sounding more sarcastic than I had intended. "Yeah, well. They'll have to do." He shrugged off the topic. Hey, are you coming to Dori's this weekend for my birthday?" "I don't know, Ben. I'm not sure... I'll have to..." I could feel the anxiety welling up in me when he interrupted. "You gotta come, man. You're one of my only friends that isn't on the football team and doesn't make an ass out of himself all the time. Dori's parents are gonna be out of town Saturday night. She's throwing me a party at her house. You gotta come, bub. If you don't, I'm gonna be really disappointed." The look on his face sealed the deal for me. He just seemed so eager. And, I could never really resist him on anything. "Yeah. I'll be there. It sounds like a lot of fun," I caved, trying not to let my panic show. "Hey, great! I'll facebook you so you have the address. Don't, like, bring a present or anything. It's not like I'm gonna blow out any candles and all that." "No present. Got it." "Cool. See you there!" Ben Harrison and I had been friends ever since last year when I helped him pass his geometry midterm. Old man Kolinsky threatened to flunk him if he didn't get at least a 'C.' Failure meant that Ben would have been ineligible to play basketball. Sure, his first love was football. But, to get dropped from any sport would have been a blow to a guy like Ben. We'd spent a whole weekend burning the midnight oil as I explained to him sine, cosine and tangent over-and-over until I thought we'd both go nuts. He ended up getting a solid 'B.' We were both ecstatic. And, the unlikeliest of friendships had been born. "Be sure and check you're facebook tonight!" Ben gave me a fist pump as a wave good-bye before melting into the bustling, after school crowd. I watched his big, muscular frame as he moved. Power and grace. This guy was going places. I struggled to hoist my heavy book bag over my shoulder and started for the front entrance of the building. This was where my mom always picked me up after school. A junior in high school still being picked up by his mommy... Was there no end to my shame? Evidently not. "Hey, doofus!" I heard a high-pitched, bratty voice aimed my direction. It was Dorianne Gray- the school queen bee, star of the Fulsom High Stepperettes pom-pom squad, with a body and face to die for, rich parents, spoiled rotten, and generally acknowledged as the biggest bitch in the world. I hated every molecule in her body. The feeling was mutual. "What the fuck is going on in that feeble, perverted little mind of yours?" She stood in her Stepperettes sweater holding a few schoolbooks. Her luxurious, dark hair was fixed in a high ponytail by red and white ribbons. Her bright green eyes glared at me with complete disgust. If looks could kill, I would have been obliterated. "What do you mean, Dori?" I droned, already knowing the answer. "Do you think you're actually coming over to my house Saturday night for Ben's party? I don't ever want a hit of that high-quality crack that you are obviously addicted to." "Ben invited me," I shot back. "He expects me to be there. What, are you afraid I'm going to ruin you're little ritchy-bitchy gropefest?" "As if! You can't ruin shit. And if you think you'll be there Saturday, you just don't quite know who you're messing with, nerd-o!" She was so revolted by me that a little bead of spit had formed on her bottom lip as she confronted me. It made me queasy. I hoped it didn't fly off and bean me. "What do you mean by that?" I asked incredulously. "I'll tell Ben you tried to grab my tits," she threatened. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck out her well-developed chest for effect. "Who do you think he'll believe. Me, his super-hot, devoted girlfriend? Or you, a perverted little dork that nobody likes anyway. Go ahead, booger-bear. Take your best shot!" "You'd do that, too. Wouldn't you?" "Damn right, Ex-lax. I wouldn't shit you. You're my favorite turd," her spoiled, bratty voice was beyond annoying. Would a jury really convict me for killing her? The question crossed my mind. "Don't be there Saturday night. Just slink back under whatever rock you crawled out from under and your pathetic, little world will be all hunky-dory again. But, if you fuck with me, remember... I fuck back. And, I have a much bigger stroke than you do, dickweed. I assure you." I was dumbfounded. I wanted to say something. But, my mouth, my mind would not comply. I stood there like the dork that Dorianne Gray always took me for. "That's what I thought," she snarled with a mocking confidence. "Love ya, bye!" I watched her strut off. I would've wondered what Ben saw in such a maliciously evil witch from the depths of Hell. But, it was incredibly obvious. Dorianne Gray had the most perfect hourglass figure anyone had ever seen. Marilyn Monroe would have been jealous of the tiny waist, big hips, and ample bosom that she constantly paraded around Fulsom High. There were girls in school just as pretty in the face. But, none of them possessed the voluptuous attributes that Dorianne flaunted. No one could compete. "I know she's a total bitch," Ben had lamented to me one night in a facebook message. "But, those big beautiful tits and that awesome ass. She drives me crazy like no one else!" "I wish she had your heart, bro. Seriously. You're nice to everybody. And, it's not like I don't know that I should be dating somebody like Rachel or Ashley. But, it's like, I can't help myself. Dori's just so freaking hot. I think about her all the time." Yep, Ben was obsessed with Dorianne Gray. In every other facet of his life, Ben was tough and strong-willed. But, to Dorianne and that spectacular figure, he was like a piece of clay. She could bend him, shape him- anyway she wanted to. And, that was my problem. If I showed up at his birthday Saturday night, I was toast. It would be a death sentence for me. She'd tell him I grabbed her tits. He'd believe her. Because, the poor guy really couldn't help himself. And, my tenuous status as a fringe member of the 'in' crowd would be annihilated. Ben and his buddies would become my arch enemies. I would be condemned to a life of endless wedgies and swirlies. The thought made me shudder with fear. I had to think of a convincing excuse to tell Ben why I wouldn't be at his party Saturday night. My mind was in a pickle when my mom's van pulled up to the curb in front of the school. Boy, was I screwed. ------------------------------ That night, I sat in my room with the door locked. I didn't want to be disturbed as I paced around trying to think of way to beg off on the party and not hurt Ben's feelings. Part of me was still panicked that Dori would tell Ben I tried to feel her up anyway. He'd probably punch me in the mouth. And, over the years, I had grown quite fond of eating solid food. I was full of anxiety as I checked my facebook. Maybe Ben would forget to message me and I could say that I forgot about his party. Still, it was only Monday night. There was no way I could avoid him for a whole week. I opened up my account and was surprised by a subject line in my inbox. There was a message titled, PICTURE OF DORIANNE GRAY. No matter how hard I tried, I could not figure out who sent it to me. There was no return account. No one's profile photo. Nothing. It was like SPAM or something. But, how would they know Dori? "What the fuck," I wondered. I opened up the message to see. When I clicked on it, a JPEG image of Dorianne popped up and filled the whole browser. My account info and everything else just vanished. That had never happened before and kind of ticked me off. I tried to hit the back button, but nothing happened. The picture of Dorianne continued to stare out at me. Man, she was hot, even if she was the biggest bitch in the world. In the full body pic, Dori was wearing her red and white Stepperette uniform. Her long hair was pulled back with matching ribbons. She had one leg forward with her hip cocked. And, she held her pom-poms to her hips. Her face bore a happy, confident smile. She looked sweet and curvaceous, like a wet-dream version of the all-American girl. To me, she was the all-American nightmare. "Why would I want this," I muttered aloud. "I'm sure not going to jack-off to it or anything." I closed the browser just to make it go away. That was when I noticed a JPEG file had been added to my desktop. It had 'Dorianne Gray' underneath it. "Man, somebody is really messing with my computer! If it's Moose, I'm going to wring his neck!" I clicked on the file out of curiosity. It opened up in Windows Picture Viewer. The pic was the same image of Dori from the browser. The only thing was, I had never downloaded it. Somebody was really be hacking into my laptop. "This is not funny." I closed the pic and tried to delete the file. It would not let me. It just popped right back up on my desktop. "Alright, I'm starting to get pissed here," I said out loud to the room in general. It was like I was hoping the person who had commandeered my computer would hear me. Frustrated, I opened the image back up. There was Dori, hot and happy. Maybe, I'd print it out and make a dartboard. Then, the strangest thing happened, even stranger than all the other things that had been going on. I watched as the picture of Dorianne Gray began to morph. At first, it was subtle. Her hair was not as shiny. Her crystal clear complexion began to get just the faintest amount of bumps and lesions. I don't know how long I watched, but the changes began to accelerate. The ribbons in Dori's hair disappeared. Her hair became dirty looking and unkempt, like she had been in the wind after just waking up. Her complexion grew as bad as mine. Pimples dotted her face. It wasn't a horrifying case of acne. But, it did not look good and was a far cry from the way she normally looked. Her curvy figure appeared to melt and distort. Her big boobs seemed to deflate and her hips and waist grew bulky until the girl in the image was left with an unappealing, frumpy, pear shape. Her pom- poms vanished. Her Stepperettes uniform morphed and altered until Dori was dressed in a red sweat suit like the ones we wore in the Fulsom High Spirit Group. A pair of eyeglasses with thick lenses and big, black frames appeared on her face. Her upper lip pushed outward like she had a drastic overbite. In a matter of moments, the picture of Dorianne Gray had gone from teenage vixen to female uberdork. I couldn't believe it! "That is so fucking weird!" I continued to stare at the image, thunderstruck by what I saw. Whoever had done this, it was the best job of photoshop I'd ever seen. It was way past Moose's capabilities, that's for sure! I tried to get back onto facebook, but everything in my computer seemed to be jammed up. I looked over at the clock. It was 9:45. I needed to get to bed anyway before my dad came in and gave me the whole 'early to bed, early to rise' speech. I did get my laptop to shut down like usual. I'd mess with it tomorrow and see if I could fix it. Maybe, it would just boot up like normal. I never found out if Ben facebooked me. "Crap," I moaned, looking back at my computer. "Maybe, I won't bump into him tomorrow." Right, like that was possible. ------------------------------ I hated the mass of humanity in the mornings. All the kids rushing about and slamming into me really got on my nerves. When you are invisible like I am, nobody cares if they smack into you. You might as well not even be there. I glanced around for Ben. I didn't see him among the waves of heads. He was taller than most everybody. So, it wouldn't be hard to spot him. It looked like the coast was clear. It made me feel like a dweeb, trying to avoid him. I threw my book bag into my locker and retrieved all the pertinent books and notes for first period Latin. I was just about to shut my locker door when I heard a droning, female voice speaking to me. "I bought a whole new set of paints for us to use after school," the voice was dull and thick. Whoever spoke almost had a speech impediment. I turned to see who it could be. "I also made up a list of ideas and stuff for us to paint." Holy shit! I felt the whole world spinning around me. The blood momentarily flushed from my head. I almost fainted. When my eyes snapped back into focus, I was staring into the face of the JPEG image which had been altered on my computer. I somehow knew that I was staring into the face of Dorianne Gray! My astonishment must have showed. Because the girl's face scrunched up beneath her thick glasses. "Are you alright," she droned. Her buck teeth did give her a slight speech impediment. "You look weird." I look weird. Man, that is ironic. The words that came out of my mouth surprised me. It was like I had lost control of my thoughts. But, I had total control of them. It was the most peculiar thing I had ever experienced. "No-no, Dori. I'm fine. I-I guess I'm just not good and woke up yet. I'll be... I'll be okay." "Well, you better be. We have to get started on those banners for Friday night's game. We're really gonna cream those Flatt High Minutemen. Go Bulldogs!" "Yeah, yeah. Go Bulldogs." I watched as Dori turned and walked away. Her celebrated big boobs were gone. This version of Dorianne had bug bites at best. She was all lower body. Her waist was thick. There was no flaring of her hips. And even though she was pear shaped, her butt looked flat and mooshy. There were no bulbous projections, no bulging buttcheeks. Her wasplike figure was no more. All in all, she looked like shit. Even her outfit was unattractive. Her shabby clothing looked like it came from a thrift store. This wasn't the expensive designer label stuff Dori used to wear. For some reason, I was certain those days were gone. It was still pretty shocking. I stood there awhile, trying to catch my breath. The sound of first bell erupted above me and forced me out of my surreal state. I spun my lock and rushed off to Latin. I grabbed my assigned desk behind Joey Hall and tugged at the boy's shirt to get his attention. "What's up, Charlie?" He spun in his desk to face me. "You know Dorianne Gray, don't you?" I asked with trepidation saturating my voice. "Everybody knows her," he shot back. "Is she... Is she a Stepperette?" "A Stepperette! Dorky Dori? You're a hoot, Charlie. Really. You've got to lay off the crack, buddy!" Joey laughed like it was the funniest question he'd ever heard. He was still shaking his head at the thought as he turned back towards the front of the room. I spent the rest of first period in a trance. How could this be? Dori couldn't jus change like that. It wasn't possible. It was like the whole universe had gone upside down. My body was trembling from the anxiety that had invaded me. There had to be an answer. But, what? I don't remember much about the whole first half of the day. I was practically catatonic. I know everyone laughed when Mr. Kolinsky called on me in Calculus and then proceeded to riff on me. "Yes. This is ground control to Mr. Hawthorne. Do we have radio contact Mr. Hawthorne? Over." Big joke. It all turned around when Ben caught up with me during lunch. "Hey, I sent you a facebook this morning. I really hope you'll meet me and the guys up at the carwash Saturday night for my birthday. We'll grab a pizza at Zagnini's and maybe Carlo'll be able to land us some brewskis." "Uhh... sure." I heard my voice ring hollow. Then, it dawned on me. The plan to have Ben's birthday at Dori's house was just as obliterated as her formerly awesome figure. Dorianne Gray was no longer Ben's girlfriend. She was no longer the school queen bee. She had become Dorky Dori, a veritable social outcast. The cloud of her threats were lifted... as were my spirits. "Yeah, I can't wait," I gushed. I hated when I gushed. It sounded like I had a schoolgirl crush on him. "Sweet. I'll come by and pick you up, if you want me to," Ben offered. His face beamed with happiness. "Yeah, maybe. I'll facebook you." "Cool. Just give me a holler." Wow. Ben Harrison is my friend. The big man on campus wants to spend his birthday with little ol' me. And, guess what kids... 'Ding-dong the witch is dead!' Suddenly, there was joy in Mudville. Or oz. Who cares? There's enough joy to go around. ------------------------------ The meeting of the Fulsom High Spirit Group was in the auditorium immediately after school. There were about fifty of us. But, only a handful made the banners that lined the field and the players ran through to start the game. I was one of those kids. Now, so was Dorianne Gray. As the other kids broke into groups around us, Dori ran an idea past me. "I want to put 'GO BULLDOGS' in red in the top corners like this," she held her cubby hands up diagonally in different directions. Not so big. And then, we can put 'SACK THE MINUTEMEN' in blue and yellow really big across the middle." Her voice was as frumpy as her body. I could still see the old Dori in her face. But, no one would call her pretty now. She seemed starved for attention. I almost felt sorry for her. We worked on her idea for while. Our banner was looking pretty good, if I do say so myself. The old Dori would have been insufferable. Not only that, but she wouldn't have been caught dead working with the Spirit Group. That would have been beneath a mighty Stepperette such as herself. This Dori was meek and soft-spoken. Dare I say kind? It's almost like life had kicked the bitchiness right out of her. Even her aspirations in men had changed. "You're friends with Barry Greenberg. Right?" "Moose? Yeah, he's been my best friend since kindergarten," I answered. "What's his girlfriend like?" "Girlfriend? Moose?" I had to laugh. I suddenly realized that Dori was fishing for information. You see, the new Dori had a thing for Moose meat. "Aw, you know, the Moose likes to play the field. But, I think he'd make an exception for the right girl. Why... would you like me to talk to him for you?" "You can't let him know that I like him!" Dori's dull, droning voice was suddenly heightened by fear. "I'd just die! I'd die!" "Whoa. Whoa. I won't tell him anything. I know how to handle the Moose. Don't worry your little head. Just leave everything to goodtime Charlie!" "I just think he's so cute..." The next hour we spent working on our banner and helping other kids finish theirs. Dori turned into quite the chatterbox. Her jaw continually moved until I thought my ears would bleed. And, her constant subject was my boy Moose. It was impossible for me to imagine Barry Greenberg inflaming passion in anyone's heart. But, the new Dorianne Gray sure had a thing for him. "For the times they are a changin'" ------------------------------ Later that evening, I finished up my homework at the kitchen table. I couldn't remember a time I had felt so relaxed, so cheerful. I was almost giddy as I bounded up the stairs to my room. I shut the door, but didn't lock it. I powered up my laptop and hoped that whatever had plagued it the night before had corrected itself. Before I checked my facebook, I had to take one more look at that picture of Dori. For some reason, I knew it was still there. I sat down in my computer seat while my laptop booted up. I was a little impatient. But, it finally finished. Yep, there it was. The JPEG image titled Dorianne Gray was still there. I opened it up. It remained unaltered from its final condition the night before. I can't explain it. But, I knew that this was the state of the world now. The old bitchy Dori was gone. This was Dorianne Gray now. Frumpy and dorky, for sure... But, she seemed happier to me this way. Maybe, the pressure of being popular and pretty and having to live up to some inflated expectations she had of herself had been driving her crazy and making her mean. Maybe, she had lived with terrifying insecurity that someday she'd fall from her exalted status and find out that she was no better than everybody else. I don't know. I tried to make some sense of it. But, I'm certainly no Freud. I planned on hooking her up with my boy, Moose, though. They'd make a cute couple, really. As hard up as Moose is, my concern would be that the big goof'd mess it up. He's my best friend and all. But, I'll be the first to say that the Moose is a total spaz. I shut the pic of Dori and opened up a browser. A few clicks of the keyboard and I was in my facebook account. Ben's message was there and one from Moose. But, the one that caught my eye was titled, PICTURE OF CHARLIE HAWTHORNE. A tsunami of fear washed over me. I had watched what had happened to Dori. What if the same thing happened to me? I couldn't live with being a bigger dork than I already was. I was one small inch away from being persona non grata. The only thing keeping me afloat socially was Ben. It wouldn't take too much of a change to make me a total outcast. I moved the curser over and tried to delete the message. To my horror, the browser went white and a JPEG image began to take form. Sure enough, it was me. There I was in all my zit-faced, bespectacled glory, standing there with my infamous shit-eating grin, looking like 'THE THING THAT COULD NOT GET LAID.' I tried to close the browser before the picture started morphing and anymore damage could be done to my already pathetic self. But, it wouldn't close. I hit the back button. I tried to close it out again. I tried to shut down the computer. Nothing worked. I even tried to power down, but that didn't work either. My computer had been hijacked again by some mysterious force that left me with no control. With sickening anticipation, I brought my eyes to the picture and waited for the gruesomeness to worsen. I could see the photo of me altering ever so slightly. My stomach was in knots. The acne on my face began to disappear. Blemish after blemish began to fade until my ivory white skin was perfectly flawless. My mop of hair was growing longer and shinier. The dull red it had always been was being transformed into radiant orange locks that seemed to glow. My big, dorky eyeglasses vanished. I watched in amazement as my body began to alter. On my chest, two prominent bumps began to form. My hips were growing wider. Even my clothing began to shift and change. My bargain basement school clothes became red and white. The process accelerated and in seconds there was a girl in the picture where I had once stood. And, she was no dork. She was a really hot Stepperette! And, she looked like me! There I was, standing with one leg forward and my hip cocked. I held a pair of red and white pom-poms against my hips. My luxurious red hair was long and pulled back, held by red and white ribbons. In the full body pic, I was proudly wearing my cute Stepperette uniform. It sure looked good on me! My formless boy body had morphed into a spectacular hourglass shape. A tiny waist, big hips, and ample bosoms like those would give me the most envied figure at Fulsom High. No one could compete! The shit-eating grin on my face was unchanged. However, in the context of such a cute, feminine face, my smile took on a flirty, come-hither quality that was both sugar and spice at the same time. I had become adorable and curvaceous, a wet-dream version of the all-American girl! I stared at the picture for what seemed like forever, absorbing every detail. It was not lost on me what had happened. In the picture, I had acquired Dorianne Gray's old figure... her old status... her old magnificence. It wasn't possible, though. Was it? Who was I kidding. I knew it was. Another wave of fear overcame me. What if this actually happened? Nobody had the right to do this to me. This was my life. Not someone else's. What if I didn't want this? Maybe, I wanted to be a boy. Maybe, I didn't want to be the school queen bee. I closed out the browser. I was pleased to see that it cooperated and closed straight away. To my horror, I saw a JPEG file on the computer desktop that bore the title, QUEEN BEE. I tried not to. But, I couldn't help it. I found myself double- clicking on the file. Sure enough, there was the Stepperette version of me in all my curvaceous glory. My hands were trembling as I closed it out. I had to delete it. Maybe, it wouldn't come true if I deleted it. I started to move the cursor over the file to drag and drop it into the recycle bin. But, I never did. Instead, an irresistible force seized me, took me over. I tried to fight it, but there was no use. I found myself highlighting the name of the file, QUEEN BEE. Completely dominated by powers beyond my control, I typed in the JPEG's new filename: ME I felt my world spinning. I stood up and attempted to walk. Suddenly, I was falling onto my bed. ------------------------------ I guess the first thing I really noticed were my breasts. I guess, 36D's with huge areolas have a way of making themselves known. When I woke up, it felt like I had two big water balloons stuck to my chest. I rolled over in bed and felt the weight of them lolling all around. That's when I sat up in a panic. My whole room was different. My crummy old boy furniture had been replaced by expensive girl furniture. Even in an alarmed state, my new girl mind loved my surroundings. I felt more at home than ever before. My room was decorated with all kinds of memorabilia from the Bulldog Booster Club. It looked like a shrine. I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror standing in the corner. Yep. I was the girl in the picture, Charlotte Hawthorne, popular Fulsom High Stepperette. Instantly, I was euphoric. I swung my pretty bare feet out onto the floor and felt my boobs bouncing around. Boy, are they big! I jiggled over to the mirror and checked myself out. Boy-o-boy! Or more correctly... GIRL-O-GIRL! I was smoking hot! I could still see myself in my face, but what had been geeky was now adorable. My formerly dull blue eyes now flashed vividly in the soft light of my room. My lips looked soft and kissable. My eyebrows were arched and manicured. I was a little hottie! My new boobs exploded the front of the tight, pink t-shirt I wore. Yellow bikini panties showed off my shapely legs and the flare of my wide hips from my tiny waist. The dramatic contrast gave me an extraordinary wasplike figure. I intuitively knew that this was Dorianne's old body. And now, it was mine all mine! I feverishly grabbed the hem of my top, pulled it over my head, and threw it back on the bed. The sight of my spectacular breasts took my breath away! I groped them- and bounced them- and tugged on my nipples. I shook them- and swung them around in big circles. They felt amazing! Wonderful! I was giggling with excitement! I couldn't wait to explore the rest of my new goodies. I practically leapt out of my panties to marvel at my bald, pink pussy. I spread the folds of my new vajayjay and slipped a finger inside. Whoa Nellie! When my finger hit my clit, I nearly jumped out of my new, flawless skin! I withdrew my finger out in a hurry. I knew that didn't have time to masturbate. I had to get ready for school. My heart was beating like a drum. I fought the urge to masturbate while continuing the visual inspection of my new body. It took a lot of will power. I took deep breaths as I twisted and contorted to get a good look at my bulging, bubble butt. My buttcheeks were white as snow and looked like two perfect halves of a sphere sticking out above my legs. I bounced on my heels to make it jiggle. I was thrilled when it dawned on me that I knew how to do a big time 'booty shake.' I put my hands on my knees and wobbled my big ass around like a ghetto chick. It made me laugh out loud when I heard the sound of my butt cheeks actually 'clapping.' 'clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap' Over and over, I made my plump jiggly cheeks slap together with wild, percussive pops. I could even feel the weight of my big booty as it shook. And, it really turned me on! I was like a little kid with a new toy. Even my bellybutton and my little feet looked sexy. I was in ecstasy! It was almost too much to believe. But, it was all true. This was the new me. And, my life was awesome! ------------------------------ I got a text from Ben Harrison before I even got to school. "i'm here babe in cafeteria brushing up on US history before test 2 many f'n dates meet me in here luv u" I responded immediately with my cell phone. I never had a cell phone before. This was already more fun! Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me finish telling you about my morning... Okay. Getting ready for school had been really easy. I was amazed. I had peed, and showered, and put on my makeup like I had been doing it my whole life. I don't know how I knew what I was doing. But, I did it with out effort or hesitation. The same unseen force that had caused all this was driving me forward. I even gulped down a birth control pill. The knowledge of what that meant made me shudder with desire... My heart jumped out of my chest when I found my walk-in closet full of expensive clothes. Hot girl clothes. And, I had more shoes than I thought was possible. It was great! It was a chilly October morning. So, I selected a thin, light purple blouse over a sleeveless red top, tight hip-hugger jeans, and a pair of tan Uggs. They were so cute! And, they went perfectly with my new tan toggle coat with faux fur lining and faux fur around the hood and cuffs . The fact that I knew what to call my new girly clothing surprised me as much as anything else. I'd never cared about any of that when I was a boy. But, I sure cared about it now! I thought about putting up my shiny red hair in a ponytail. But I decided to leave it down, since it wasn't windy. After I finished getting ready, I rushed to check out my final 'look' in the full-length mirror. It was even better than I had expected. I looked like a princess! I also found out that my family had undergone some amazing transformations, too. My dad, Walter, was now an executive doing something or other. No more fixing other people's clogged toilets for Dad. He and Mom both looked way hotter than before. I could tell they were the same people, but they had definitely changed. Big time. Their self-confidence was palpable. Plus, we lived in a really nice house in one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in town. I was a rich girl! I was sure eager to find out what that was like. One huge change was that my younger brother, Hal, was now my older brother by two years. Although, he was still a big goof. He sat half-asleep, with his hair going ten different directions, eating cereal and reading the comics while Mom and Dad tried to hurry him to leave for community college. Wow, my little brother was going to community college. Weird. My life had become a bizarre mix of the new and the familiar. A strange sense of intuition and ecstasy was getting me through it all. I simply knew how to live this life. This is where I fit. My brand-new Chevy Equinox certainly helped. It was a deep garnet color and smelled like no one had ever been in it. I also owned an iPod with a bunch of music that I had never heard before, but knew all the lyrics to. I happily sang along at the top of my lungs as I drove to school. I had never liked Lady Gaga before. Obviously, that had been a mistake on my part. Anyways, getting back to my story... I found a parking spot for my SUV, and found that there were a couple of girls waiting for me in front of the school. Rachel Bernardi and Ashley Sandusky had been way out of my league yesterday. Today, they were my best friends. It surprised me how much I knew about them. I was getting used to all these surprises. "What's up, buttercups," I cheerfully greeted my gal pals. "Hey, soul sister," Ashley said. She was taller than me, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a deep tan. She also had, like, the prettiest hazel eyes ever. "Lookin' good, babe! Is that the new coat you bought at Cozy's?" Tall and tan, with manes of blonde hair, and large brown eyes, all the Bernardi sisters were heartbreakers. Rachel may have been the pick of the litter. And, that's saying a lot. In fact, both she and Ashley looked like they had just come from the beach. And, it was the middle of October! I suddenly felt like Casper the Friendly Ghost. "Yep," I said with a big shit-eating grin. "Charged it to, Daddy!" The three of us laughed. We chattered non-stop into the building like a group of magpies. The ease that I felt talking to these gorgeous creatures gave me a sense of great satisfaction. I had arrived. I was somebody. We were heading for our lockers when I spotted a kid I really needed to talk to. "Go ahead without me, girls. I'll catch up to you," I said as a made a beeline sideways. There at his locker, with his usual Hershey chocolate bar in his mouth, was Barry Greenberg. The Moose. "Hey, Moose," I chirped with an easy, familiar tone. Moose looked at me with an expression of shock and confusion. He repeatedly glanced left and right like he was searching the bushes for enemy troops. I thought that he might throw up. "Um... Uh... Are you talking to me." "Well, I must be talking to you. I don't see anyone else around." Barry Greenberg looked like he was about to faint. Hot girls like me didn't just come up out of the blue and talk to the Moose. It wasn't normal to him. "I'm not in trouble am I? I didn't do something to make you mad?" His panic made me feel sad. Sure, he was an uberspaz. And, sometimes he could be an annoying, whiny little putz. But, the Moose had always been my friend. I genuinely like the guy. "Oh, no! You didn't do anything wrong. Don't be silly," I reassured him. "I just have a favor I want to ask you. That's all." "A-a favor. From me?" His disbelief was apparent. It was hard for him to comprehend that a girl like me could ever need a favor from a guy like him. "Yep. I want you to ask out Dorianne Gray. I think she'll say 'yes' if you ask. And, I think you'll really like her if you get to know her." Moose looked confused as all get out. I could see the hamster running in the little wheel that powered his mind. "You want me to ask her out? Dorianne Gray? You think she'll like me?" "Well, I think you'll like each other. C'mon. Take her to Zagnini's for pizza Saturday night. It's Wednesday. That'll give her time to find something to wear." My voice grew playfully coaxing. "C'mon Moose. You know you wanna..." "Do you really think she'll say yes?" "I guarantee it." He looked me in the eye for the first time. "Okay. I'll ask her out. I like pizza." "I know, Moose. I know." I found Ben Harrison sitting in the cafeteria talking to Joe Bucholz and Brandon Thomas, two guys from the football team. They greeted me with the warm look that guys always give pretty girls. I liked it. A lot. "Snuggle up next to me, Sugar," Ben said lovingly as he scooted over on his bench. I obeyed and felt his body press against me and his strong arm wrap around my small shoulders. Everything about him seemed big. Everything about me seemed small. Well, almost everything. I chit-chatted with them all easily. I found out that I'm a bit of a flirt. But, what girl wouldn't be with all the attention these cute guys threw my way. Everything I said was met with a warm response. Even the dorky things I always said before were now laughed at like they were the funniest things ever. Talk about feeling like the princess! I could get used to this. Fast! I held hands with Ben upstairs to our first classes. Feeling my little hand in his made me swoon. I had never held hands with anyone in my old boy life. My first class was Latin. His was U.S. History. He turned and pulled me to him. "I'll miss you," he stared into me with those big, soulful eyes full of love. "Not as much as I'll miss you," I countered. He leaned down and I felt his lips meet mine. Even his lips felt strong. I found myself melting in his grasp. A shot of electricity ran over me as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I responded excitedly. I had never French kissed anyone before when I was a boy. Evidently, in this new life, I had. I guess I was pretty good at it. Because, I felt Ben's penis growing stiff against me. Our passionate exchange seemed to last forever. But, it wasn't nearly long enough. "See you at lunch," he whispered as he let me go. "Yes. Lunch." I was totally breathless. I was dizzy. I was in love. I made it through Latin doodling 'Charlotte Leigh Harrison,' 'Ben and Charli Harrison,' and 'Mrs. Charlotte Harrison' all over my notebook. After class, I saw Dorianne in the hallway struggling with her locker and books. She didn't look any cuter than the day before. "Here let me help you," I offered as I took her heavy book bag from her. "Oh, thank you, Charli! I was really struggling." "Hey, I talked to Barry Greenberg. Expect him to ask you out sometime today. If you need me to help you find something to wear. Let me know. I'll take you to the mall and help you pick some things out." "Oh. Oh. You talked to him? He's going to ask me out? What should I say? I don't ever know what to say. I'm gonna die!" "You're not going to die, Dori," I said, trying to ease her panic. "Just chill out. When he asks you, just say 'yes.' That's all you have to do. Give him your phone number or your facebook and let him contact you with the details. It's just that easy." "But, I don't know how to talk to a boy. I'll die!" "Facebook me tonight. I'll log on after Stepperette practice. I'll help you through this. You'll be alright. Trust me." She looked down like she was ashamed. I watch her face grow serious. "You're so lucky," she droned looking at the ground. "What do you mean, Dori?" "I mean, look at you..." Her green eyes ran up and down me beneath the thick frames of her glasses. "You're gorgeous. And, you're so... built!" Instinctively, I stuck my boobs out. It was a pride thing, I guess. Who knows? What I do know, is that I was filled with both a sense of great satisfaction and pity. I felt wonderful for me. Sorry for Dori. "You're not as bad as you think, Dorianne," I said softly. "You just need a little help. That's all." "I want you to help me," Dori replied weakly. "I like Moose so much. I'm gonna die..." "No. You're not," I reassured her. "I'm going to help you all I can. You'll be fine." I don't know how I got this sudden wealth of knowledge about how to handle relationship situations. All I know is that the force which had altered my body had altered the universe that I now inhabited. And, in this universe, I knew all about boy and girl type situations. I was the relationship Yoda. Yep. Things were really falling into place. ------------------------------ The next month flew by. Moose had asked out Dori. She said 'yes.' And, much to her surprise, she didn't die. I took her to the mall and helped her find some cute clothes that weren't too expensive. I even showed her how to do her hair and makeup better. Moose and Dori are going steady now. And, they're so cute. I'm really happy for both of them. The Fulsom High Bulldogs demolished our crosstown rivals, the Flatt High Minutemen, 24-0. Ben threw for three touchdowns. He's so awesome! We're undefeated for the season and heading into the playoffs. Look out state! Here we come! I performed all the halftime routines like a born Stepperette. Even during that first week of practice, I had known every move, every kick, every dance step. It all just came to me like the lyrics to a Lady Gaga song. It was weird at first. Just like everything else. But it got less weird, really fast. Now, being a Stepperette is the second greatest passion in my life. And, I must be good at it. Momma and Daddy gush all over me with compliments. Even Hal has nice things to say. Go figure. I threw Ben a huge birthday party at my house. It seems like the whole thing had been planned for weeks. Never underestimate the power of mysterious forces. All our friends came to the party and we had giant blowout. There were a ton of people there. I had the whole thing catered. And, we got lucky that it was warm enough for people to wander outside and hang by the pool. We even bought some Japanese lanterns to put out there. I charged the whole bash to my credit card. My Daddy is so sweet to let me do things like that. After every Bulldog victory, Ben would make love to me in the back of his mom's van. Being intimate with my boyfriend is wonderful! I love him more than anything in the whole world. Ben Harrison is the greatest passion in my life. The night after we trounced Truant High to seal our playoff spot, Ben couldn't wait to get his hands on me. He was a beast! We were barely in the van when he pulled my red bloomers down to my knees and lifted my uniform skirt up. He pushed me down on all fours and took me from behind. He shoved my top up and unhooked my bra to let my boobs fall out. They were hanging there flopping around like crazy while he humped away. It made me feel like a cow... a really sexy cow! My boyfriend always knows how to get me so hot! I loved the way he alternated groping my tits and manhandling my big, naked booty while he slammed away. I totally live for Ben's giant dick poking around inside of me. After all, I'm his girl. I love him. You know, it's funny... When we were studying geometry, back when I was a boy, I would never have believed that one day Ben would be using my body to get a nut. But now that I look back, it's so natural. I was always more drawn to him than anybody else I knew. Even girls. It only seems right that I should be the one to receive his semen. And, believe me, we do it whenever we get the chance... Let's just say, it's a really good thing I'm on birth control! "Oh, Charli," My lust-crazed boyfriend moaned from behind me. "I love you! I love you so much! "Your big beautiful tits! Your awesome ass! You drive me crazy like no one else!" With a shit-eating grin on my face, I looked over my shoulder at him. "I know, Ben," I giggled haughtily. "I know! Yep, folks. There's a new queen bee in town. And, her name is Charli Hawthorne.