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It's Josie: Part 1 - You're a Pussycat, Doll
By: Rugal
Jason McCoy is a college student in a go nowhere band that he's
planning to leave... until his friends give him a guitar. A guitar
that's claimed to be magical. A guitar that changes his life.
My life was a mess. Well, not really but you know how it is; that
sense of ennui that overwhelms you when you're in your twenties.
You're out of high school, on your own... free to live the life you've
always wanted. Except not really. Being on your own isn't as
glamorous as you imagined. Every day there's this oppressive feeling
of boredom and despair as reality sets in.
Life sucks, it's disappointing and you're not special.
That's where I'm at. Jason McCoy, 20-year-old college sophomore,
slacker and aspiring musician... sort of. I'm part of a band, a band
that does nothing. No gigs, no open mics, nothing but practice session
after practice session. The Circle Chase, the next big thing in
music.
Yeah, sure. We're just a group of dumb college kids who listen to
music and play some instruments.
I love music. I always have. Anything I can get my hands on I eat up.
In the 7th grade I picked up my first guitar and have yet to put it
down. Ever since that first time I wanted to have a band of my own, to
be part of the next big thing. To inspire people the same way bands
like Wire or Number Girl inspired me the first time I heard them.
But that won't happen. Not with these guys. They have no drive, no
motivation... no heart. To be frank it disgusts me. I know, I know
that sounds really fucking pretentious and, I guess, it is. But it's
born out of frustration. They just see the band as a thing to do; like
a hobby. I couldn't stand it and that's why I left.
Or I was gonna leave, anyway. Like I said, life doesn't always work
out how you want it. I had gone to our regular practice spot ready to
tell them that I was out. I liked them as friends but as bandmates...
not so much. I wanted to be with a band that had the same passion, the
same desire. I never got the chance to tell them. See when I got
there they gave me something: a new guitar! It was an early birthday
present they said. They told me about how they had bought it from some
old man at the mall. It was magical, the old man had said, containing
the essence of a great musician and that playing it would transform
you
into a great musician too in no time.
They laughed, dismissing the idea but as I held the guitar I realized
that the old man was right. Not literally, of course, but there was
this aura about it that made you know that this was a very special
instrument.
After hanging out for awhile I thanked them and went home, back to a
house I shared with my mother and sister. Living close to school did
have it's advantages. Nobody was home, my mother was still at work and
my sister still at school, so I went to my room, plugged in an amp and
decided to test this baby out. On a lark I decided to play the riff
to
the opening of an old cartoon, one I liked as a kid due to the musical
content: Josie and the Pussycats. I played it a few times and was
quite pleased; the guitar sounded great!
As I finished, however, a strange feeling washed over me.
I began to feel dizzy, lightheaded. My stomach felt weird like it was
upset. There were bad cramps in my side as well. Probably
indigestion, I figured. I definitely shouldn't have ate that Taco Bell
for lunch. But if it WAS indigestion, it was certainly the strangest
case ever because soon after the changes started.
The cramps intensified as I felt my waist seemingly collapse in on
itself and my hips flare out in a manner that looked quite feminine. I
could feel myself losing height and weight as I watched my arms and
hands become slimmer and my legs become shaplier. The hair on them
also disappeared as my skin became softer and smoother. My hair and
even my clothes were changing as well. And... my penis; my penis was
disappearing! Disappearing inside of my body, turning itself into...
oh god, my chest. As my penis shrank, my chest grew. Larger and
larger into two mounds that looked suspiciously like... no! It
couldn't be!
A minute later, the changes stopped. I caught my breath and then
dashed across the hall and into the bathroom. I caught my reflection
and what I saw surprised the hell out of me. In the mirror wasn't me
but a girl and a rather cute one at that. Her eyes were a sparkling
green, her hair red and done up in a shortish, 1970s looking style.
She was shorter than me by a good seven or so inches and thin. Her
chest wasn't quite that big, about a large B-cup maybe, but it was...
perky for lack of a better term. And that outfit. Yeesh! A leopard
print, long-sleeved unitard with a long tail and ears for a hat.
I recognized her instantly. She was Josie from Josie and the
Pussycats. No, she was me. And I was now an exact, real world copy of
Josie.
"God, what the hell happened?" I asked myself, surprised by the soft,
gentle sound of my voice.
Semi-hesitantly I decided it'd be a good idea to check everything. I
removed the unitard and got a glimpse of real-life Josie in all her
underwear wearing glory. There was no doubt about it, I was a woman.
A very cute one. Quite attractive, really. Without really thinking my
hands began to trace my body. My stomach and hips, my thighs... my
breasts. Oh god! The feeling... so soft and yet the sensation... oh
my. I ran my hands over them again, grabbing them this time, shaking
them. I pilled them out and over my bra and began massaging them. Oh
lord, this was incredible! I was overwhelmed with pleasure and I could
feel myself getting, well, wet. As if on autopilot one of my hands
guided itself downwards, ready to slip into my panties.
"What. The. Fuck?!"
I snapped back into reality, greeted by the sight of my rather shocked
17-year-old sister Kelly.
"What the fuck is going on?!" she asked, although it was really more of
a demand. "Who... who the fuck are you?!"
"Kelly, wait--!" I exclaimed.
She, however, shook her head. "No, no. I don't know how the hell you
got in here but I'm... I'm calling the police."
I reached out and grabbed her arm, looking at her with eyes that
pleaded with her to stay. "Kelly, please, calm down!" I exclaimed. "I
can explain everything! It's... it's me." I sighed, "It's Jason."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hahahaha! Oh my god!" laughed Kelly, tears starting to form in her
eyes.
"This isn't funny," I grumbled. "Besides, you seem quick to believe
me."
"Sorry, sorry," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "And yeah, I
believe you because... why not? You knew about that time you let me
hang around with your band and I got drunk right?"
"Yeah, I know. But I mean I could've told that story to some random
girl or something," I said.
Kelly just rolled her eyes. "Please. I know you're too into your
'music' to actually have a girlfriend. And it's not like some girl is
gonna know about it in as much detail as you did."
"Well, thanks," I said. "I mean--oh. Crap! The band!" I looked over
at Kelly a bit panicked. "What the hell am I going to do about the
band?!"
"Tell them what happened?" she shrugged.
I shook my head. "No way. I can't just go up to them and be like 'Hey
guys, it's me Jason. Yeah, I know. I got changed into fucking Josie
from Josie and the Pussycats, yeah.' That's not going to work," I
said.
"Well, just try it anyway?" said Kelly. "I mean if they don't believe
you then whatever. Find a new band. You said you wanted to leave
anyway right?"
"Yeah, I know..." I stated looking down. "But they went through the
trouble of getting me that guitar. I'd feel like a jackass if I just
left them right now."
It was at that moment that I noticed Kelly's face. It was as if a
lightbulb had gone off in her head. "Hey, yeah the guitar! So, like,
you changed when you played it right?"
I nodded an affirmative. "So just, I dunno, play it again and maybe
you'll change back."
DUH! Crap, why hadn't I thought of that? Without hesitating I got up
and went over to grab the guitar. I thought of a song and started
playing a bit and... nothing! I tried a different song and again
nothing. A third song, a fourth song. Nothing. I even tried the
Josie theme again and nada. It was at that point that I realized the
guitar didn't have that... feeling about it anymore. That mystical
feeling it had when I had first picked it up and started playing. In
despair I set it back down and looked over at my sister.
"It's no use," I said, shaking my head. "I think it's a one-time only
thing or something."
"Hmm..." Kelly replied looking as if she was thinking, "I guess you're
gonna have to tell your bandmates about what happened."
"What? No way!" I exclaimed. "I already told you I can't just TELL
them about this!"
"Sure you can," replied Kelly cheerfully. "Just, like, be brave and
junk. And... hmm." She looked at me, eyeing me up and down and then a
smile appeared on her face. "Yeah! You like like you're about the
same size as me."
"Same size? What--?"
"Clothes!" she exclaimed. "You can't just wear that dumb outfit.
Here, come with me. I've got some stuff I can lend you."
"Look, Kelly, I'm not--"
Kelly, however, seemingly wasn't listening. "Trust me, I'll make you
look good... JOSIE."
"Kelly, I don't..." I stopped. It was pointless to protest. "Wait,
Josie?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I felt naked and exposed. I knew I wasn't, not really. Kelly was
definitely a girl who was good at looking good, if nothing else.
Thankfully we got along well enough that she went along with my wish to
not wear anything too revealing. A simple dark blue spaghetti strap
tank top, a pair of tight jeans, boots with a slight heel (it took me
about 15 minutes of practice to get walking in even those right and I
still felt a bit unsteady) and a hair band to keep my style in place
(Kelly thought it gave me a girl next door kind of charm).
Still, I was quite cute. I had seen myself before I left. As Kelly
and I walked across the campus to the unused, empty shed that my bad
used as a practice space I could feel the eyes of the male students,
and a few of the female students (whether out of jealousy or lust I
didn't know), on me. It was definitely a strange experience.
We arrived at the shed hearing the sound of my other bandmates inside.
Kelly had decided she'd take it upon herself to call them up and tell
them that I needed to see them. This was it, I thought. The moment of
truth. I looked over at Kelly and she gave me a reassuring smile. I
steeled myself up, drew in a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hey there, Kelly," came the greeting from Brian, the drummer.
"Where's Ja--oh. Well hello there." He smiled looking at me. "You a
friend of Kelly's? She never told us her friends were so cute."
"Well, uh, that's because--" I started.
"She's really Jason," Kelly stated, cutting me off. I stared at her
wide-eyed, I think I might've mouthed a quick what the fuck. She just
rolled her eyes. "Look, it's better to get it out of the way, right?
There's no point in dragging it out."
"HA! Good one, Kelly," stated Danny, the bassist. "For real though
who is this?"
"I TOLD you, it's Jason," she answered a bit incredulously.
The rhythm guitarist, Tom, shook his head. "Yeah, right. You're
telling the truth and I'm related to Brad Pitt."
"She is," I stated simply, "I really AM Jason."
I went into the whole spiel again. About the guitar and the changes
blah blah blah. They were naturally in disbelief at first, still
thinking I was a friend of Kelly's, until I started getting into the
more personal stuff. How we all met, how the band formed, names we
tossed around before coming to our current one, that sort of stuff. It
took awhile but I finally managed to convince them.
"Goddamn, dude," said Tom, astonishment on his face, "I... WE don't
really know what to say."
"Well how about you put in a call to Brad 'cause I'd really like to
meet him," quipped Kelly, a satisfied look on her face.
"So, like, are you comfortable with it?" asked Brian.
I shook my head. "What do you think? I was guy for twenty years and
I've been a girl for like two hours. Of course I'm not." I sighed
though. "But I mean, I tried you know? I tried changing back and I
couldn't. So, I mean, I'm stuck like this right? I mean what else am
I supposed to do? I'm not comfortable with it right now but I guess
I'm gonna have to learn to GET comfortable." I looked up at them, at
their shocked or surprised or astonished faces. "What about you guys?"
"Same as you, I guess," replied Brian. "We're not really comfortable
with this either but we're going to have to learn to deal with it.
Just... give it some time."
"And I mean it could be worse," added a grinning Danny, "You could've
become some obese, acne scarred chick."
"Gee, thanks for looking on the bright side," I replied rolling my
eyes.
"Look, I'm just trying to lighten the mood," said Danny. "I know this
has to suck for you and all."
"I don't know," I said, "this is... it's a bunch of shit to take in at
once you know? And what about the band? What are we gonna do?"
Tom shrugged his shoulders. "You can still play a guitar, right? And
I'm sure you've got an even BETTER singing voice now..."
"So... you still want me in the band?" I asked.
"Hell yeah, man!" Tom exclaimed. "You're still the most talented out
of any of us. And hey, like, with a girl fronting it we could probably
get noticed easier and shit."
"Totally," Kelly joined in, "I'd watch you guys. You're totally more
relatable now."
Tom smiled and offered his hand. "So what do you say, Jason? You
still in?"
I thought about it... for approximately half a second. I reached my
hand out and we shook. "Yeah, definitely. But, uh, maybe we should
change our name. The Circle Chase IS kind of dumb." And with that I
smiled before adding, "Oh and I guess... I guess call me Josie now."
IT'S JOSIE - PART 1: END
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