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Last Thing On My Mind by Kelly Newman Tracy Jenkins, 19 year old student was having a hard time. A first year student in Leicester, she lived in a shared house with two other students, Philip and Robert. They hadn't known each other before they started - the University accommodation service had put them together. Tracy really liked Philip, he was a bit intense but he was very sweet, whereas she found Robert arrogant. Robert was the one with the girlfriend from back home, who he clearly didn't really love, because every time they went out when she wasn't about he'd get off with another girl. Philip on the other hand, was clearly a virgin, and also seemed so sad. Tracy knew from speaking with him that he had no real friends and his parents had died in a car accident when he was very young, leaving him to be brought up by his uncle and aunty in Leicester. Their own children had left home so Philip was brought up by them and they weren't the warmest of people. From what Philip had told Tracy it seemed he had been very close to a girl in school called Michelle Maynard who had tragically died of leukaemia. Shortly after that Philip's uncle and aunty moved with work down south and it seemed Philip pretty much retreated into himself during his adolescence. Tracy herself was from a village in North Wales. She was pretty, with soft warm brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She had been in a relationship back home before coming to University but that had ended shortly before she started. She had a wide circle of friends with whom she went to parties and clubs and she had been looking forward to University but so far, outside of freshers' week, it had been a bit of a disappointment. January 1998 did not point to an exciting or interesting year. So, one Saturday, Tracy took herself off to visit her Auntie Carol in Warwickshire. Auntie Carol would cheer her up. She had moved from Wales with her husband when his job took him to Warwickshire and she had made her life there, staying after he died. Tracy used to love visiting Carol when she was a child and would visit her from time to time as a student. Carol was fun - a bubbly blonde with a taste for the weird and the wonderful - she even claimed to be a witch, which everyone humoured. Tracy had told Carol all about her life in Leicester. "Listen, dear, you say this Philip seems so sad. Well, you know I can help." "Auntie Carol, you're not talking about the witch thing again?" Carol laughed. "Yes, I am, when will you believe me? Anyway, I think I know just the thing that will help Philip. It may even spice things up in other ways. It's called the Charm of Making." And with that Carol taught the Charm of Making to Tracy, stressing that it must be used to do good. Tracy returned to Leicester and the week passed by as ever. On Friday, Robert went home to see his girlfriend. That night with no plans to go out, Tracy and Philip watched television. Top of the Pops was on, and a new group came on playing a cheesy pop number. They were a five piece group with three girls and two boys. Tracy loved it, she knew it was trashy but it was the sort of thing she and her mates danced to when they went out back home. Philip, on the other hand, hated it - his taste in music was very serious. But there was no denying that Philip fancied one of the girls - a leggy cutey with curly blonde hair. After hearing Philip moan about how awful the song was whilst clearly ogling the curly blonde singer, Tracy suddenly blurted, "You know what, Philip, you're just a snob and a transparent snob at that! You clearly fancy that girl." "What, what are you talking about?" splurted Philip. "You do, and what's more you won't admit it. Y'know, I think you'd be happier if you let go, just once." "Well, I think you should mind your own business." And with that Philip fell into a sulk. But Tracy could tell she had touched a nerve. She decided there and then she would give the Charm of Making a go. That night, when they had both gone to bed, Tracy lay on her bed in her room and started chanting the Charm of Making. She found herself falling into a strange sleep. In this state she entered a kind of dream world. In this world she could see Philip and the curly blonde singer who had been on Top of the Pops. Philip and the blonde girl were dancing, naked, in front of a group of men. In fact the group of men were from a boy band. They were also naked and clearly aroused. This turned Tracy on. It also seemed to turn Philip and the girl on. Suddenly, Tracy realised that she was witnessing Philip's dream. As she watched, Philip and the girl danced closer and closer and then a strange thing happened, Philip started dancing like the girl and the girl danced more like Philip. At the same time, the boy band started dancing with them, taking it in turns to dance with Philip and the girl. Philip looked so happy and Tracy knew that this was something deep within Philip. Tracy could also feel something else, the presence of another but she could not see anyone else. Suddenly, Tracy awoke and she knew exactly what she had to do. She started chanting the Charm of Making, took off her pyjamas and went into Philip's room. Philip was lying in bed, asleep but clearly enjoying his dream. Tracy, still chanting the Charm of Making, crossed to the bed and flung back the duvet. Philip was naked and nursing a huge erection. Tracy, licked her lips, knelt down, and guided Philip's stiff prick into her mouth. Tracy sucked Philip's cock vigorously. She could tell Philip was close to coming and looked up at him. Philip's eyes opened and he started panting, like a girl. Philip came in Tracy's mouth. Tracy stood up, leaned over Philip and kissed him. She knew that it was important that Philip's juices should transfer to Philip. Tracy had no intention of changing herself, thank you very much. Tracy kissed Philip's cum into his mouth. She shushed him and said, "There, there, Philip, I think you need to sleep, my sissy boy," And with that Philip fell back to sleep and Tracy went back to her room to bed. The next morning Tracy awoke before Philip and went downstairs. She made some breakfast and watched television. Philip came down a little later. He was wearing his dressing gown and everything seemed like it usually did on a Saturday morning. Tracy watched Philip cautiously. "Philip, do you remember anything about last night?" "Of course I do, Tracy, love, I remember everything," said Philip in a strangely camp voice. Tracy was about to say something when Philip suddenly trilled, "Ooh, I love this song," The video to the song they had watched on Top of the Pops the night before had come on the television. Philip suddenly started dancing to it, like a girl. Tracy was amazed - she'd never seen Philip dance before, nevermind like this. She started clapping and laughing. "God, I feel so hot," said Philip, and before Tracy could stop him, Philip undid the cord of his dressing gown and let it slip to the floor. Philip was naked, and aroused. Tracy shrieked, "Philip, what the hell are you doing?" "Nothing you haven't seen before, luv. Ohhh, I feel funny...." Philip said before collapsing to the floor out cold but sprawled out like a starfish. "Philip!" said Tracy and she rushed over to him. Philip lay on the floor. Then before Tracy's very eyes the strangest thing happened. Philip's skinny 5'10'' frame grew smaller and lost what little muscles he had. Philip's body hair went from mousey brown to blonde and then, in most places, fell out, except for his underarm hair and the hair around his cock. This thinned and then suddenly as if it had been waxed disappeared completely from under his arms and reshaped around his cock as if it had been waxed also. Philip now looked like a 13 year old boy, not the 18 year old Tracy was used to. But other changes were afoot. Tracy watched as Philip grunted and his body swelled up, leaving him with a chubby belly and an all round cherubic flabbiness. But it was the next change that truly startled Tracy. Philip's engorged penis went flaccid and then continued to shrink. In fact, it shrank right into him along with his testicles. In their place Philip now had a vagina and Tracy knew that all the internal plumbing had replaced what he'd had previously. Philip's bum grew out and his hips widened. Philip sighed and his nipples grew bigger before two giant breasts exploded out of his chest. Tracy guessed Philip was now the proud owner of a pair of DD cup boobs. The next change was to Philip's face. Any trace of facial hair went and Philip's previously angular face took on a rounder, moon shape but with jutting cheek bones and a cute retrousse nose. Philip's mouth even changed shape and his eyebrows, once dark and fairly bushy were now blonde and thin. Three small, silver earrings appeared at each of his ears with a diamante stud in the top of his left ear. Suddenly, Philip's now blonde hair grew out to a wild mane of long blonde hair. A belly button piercing appeared next along with a tattoo around his navel. Philip rolled over onto his tummy and a spread-eagled tattoo appeared on the small of his back. Philip rolled back onto his back and opened his eyes. Tracy watched in fascination - Philip's previously hazel eyes were now a deep blue. "Hiya, Tracy, what's the matter?" said Philip, bizarrely in his own voice. "Err, Philip, dear, I think you'd better take a look at yourself," said Tracy Philip suddenly sat bolt upright. He looked down at his body, "Oh. My. God." He said slowly. Then he stood up without saying another word and looked in the mirror on the wall. He laughed and clapped his hands. Turning from side to side and peering over his shoulder in a coquettish way, he said, "My God, look at my tits - they're like two torpedoes jutting off my chest!" which was a fair description of his newly minted, large, firm breasts. "Philip, are you alright?" said Tracy anxiously. Philip spun round and then said in a new voice, "Couldn't be better, Tracy, luv! 'Ello my name's Michelle, pleased to meet ya. Brrr, I'm freezin' like this!" And with that Philip/Michelle picked up Philip's dressing gown and put it on. Tracy stood there open-mouthed. In an instant she realised that the presence she had felt in Philip's dream was Michelle, that he had kept some part of her alive with him and that the Charm of Making had turned Philip into Michelle - or a version of Michelle had she lived. Philip/Michelle sat down on the sofa and held out her now chubby but petite hands. "Hang on," Philip/Michelle said, in Michelle's voice, "this ain't quite finished." And with that her nails grew out to a nicely manicured length and a shade of jade green nail varnish appeared on them whilst matching rings appeared on each ring finger. At the same time, the same nail varnish appeared on Philip/Michelle's toenails plus an ankle chain appeared around her left ankle. "There, that's better," Philip/Michelle said. "Right, time for breakfast - I'm starvin'!" Philip/Michelle then fixed herself some tea and toast. When she came back in the living room, Tracy said, "So, Philip, or should I call you, Michelle? How are you?" "I feel great," said Philip/Michelle in Philip's voice, "Never felt better. And yes, I am Michelle, at least for the time being. This is what Michelle would have become if she'd lived. I'm an 18 year old hairdresser and your new housemate! Bet you thought I'd turn into that singer didn't you?" "Well, kind of, yes," "You should've looked around you when you were in my dream. Anyhoo, I think we need to go into town. It's Saturday and I need an outfit for tonight - I can't wear Philip's clothes can I?" "No, I guess not, but you're going to seem a little odd wearing his clothes and sounding like that." "Don't worry about that," replied Michelle, this time in her voice, "no one's going to bat an eyelid at me in a pair of Philip's scruffy jeans and a jumper. Oh and I'll need to borrow a pair of your trainers - I'm size 5 like you. Besides you're coming with me." "I know, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Tracy grinned. Michelle and Tracy got ready and headed into town. Michelle made a beeline for every cheap clothes shop in town. There she bought her outfit of knickers, tan tights, shiny hot pink tight halter neck crop top with plunging neckline that exposed her ample cleavage whilst exposing her pierced navel and lower back tattoo, matching shiny hot pink A-line mini skirt, white 1970s-style platform high heeled knee length boots, cheap short blue leather jacket, white imitation patent leather across the body bag and Kookai purse. Michelle then took the two of them to Superdrug and bought a whole basket of cosmetics. "Are you buying the whole shop or what?" Tracy hissed, "What are you going to do when you go back to being Philip?" "Chill out, honey, you can never have too much makeup. You should wear it more often yourself. In fact, I'll do it for you before we go out - I seem to have all the necessary skills up here," said Michelle tapping her head with a perfectly manicured finger. Then in Philip's voice, she said, "And who says I'm going back to being Philip anyway?" And with that she laughed - Michelle's laugh. "Look, don't bugger about - this is serious," said Tracy, "Michelle may have died years ago, but it's clear that when you're her there's a life there. You can't play games with that." Michelle turned to face Tracy and said, "Don't you think I know that. I was heartbroken when Michelle died. Her last words to me were 'Someday we'll be together'. I never realised it could work out like this but with the Charm of Making I can be her and she can live whenever I want. Come on, let's go and grab a burger." "Eh?" said Tracy, "I thought you were a vegetarian." "Philip's a veggie; I need meat," laughed Michelle. Whilst they ate their burgers, Tracy explained to Michelle how the charm of making worked. Michelle sat quietly taking it all in, then when Tracy had finished said brightly in Michelle's voice, "Well, glad you cleared that up for us. Don't worry about a thing, Tracy, luv, everything'll be fine. Come on, let's go home." Tracy and Michelle headed home. No sooner had they got through the door than the phone started ringing. Tracy answered it, "Hello," "'Ello, is Michelle there?" said the voice on the other end. "Er, yeah, I'll get her," Tracy handed the phone over to Michelle and said quietly, "It's for you, Michelle," emphasising the last word as if to say, don't mess this up. "Ta," said Michelle with a smirk and took the phone. Tracy sat down and watched in amazement as Michelle proceeded to have a girly chat with her friend, Lorna, about work (they worked together at the same salon), boys (it seemed Michelle had recently split up with her boyfriend, Darren, and Lorna was in the process of dumping hers), clothes (Michelle and Lorna evidently shared the same rather tarty taste) and that night (they ended the conversation by arranging to meet at a pub before going to Cinderellas - the nightclub favoured by locals). When she'd hung up, Michelle said to Tracy, "Right, that's all sorted - we're going to Cinderellas and you're coming with us. I'm gonna take a little nap, then I'm gonna get ready." Michelle went upstairs to Philip's room. Tracy switched on the television and briefly considered phoning Carol but then she told herself to relax - Philip was clearly enjoying himself for once and she was in danger of becoming the uptight one. Besides, it looked like they might be in for a fun night. As Michelle slept she had a dream. In the dream, she was Philip standing naked in a room full of mirrors. Out of nowhere, Michelle appeared. Philip was used to dreaming about Michelle, he had never stopped thinking about her and what might have been. However, Michelle was always the way she was before she died at age 11 and before the leukaemia and the treatment made her really ill. This time was different, Michelle was her 18 year old self, and she was naked like Philip. What's more she spoke directly to Philip, "Hiya, Philip, luv. It's been a while, hasn't it? Listen, I know when we were kids how much you wanted to be a girl - do you remember when we used to dress up in my clothes and play with my dolls?" Philip blushed and stammered, "Ye-es." "Don't worry, luv, it was really sweet. Anyway, here's your chance. You can be a girl if you become me. I know your life hasn't been great so far and if I was to live again, my parents and my family would be so happy. They've been so sad since I died. But it's your choice, luv. I can't make you. You'd be givin' up the chance to get a degree and a posh job - I was never as clever as you. Ha, ha, you'll be a hairdresser! But, you'll be happy and you'll have this life and this body." With that Michelle indicated her Rubenesque body in the mirrors. "Look at that - just built for sexy fun!" she laughed. "I've missed you so much, Michelle," said Philip, "and I have been so unhappy. Thank you for this - you always said someday we'd be together." "I know, Philip, luv. If things had worked out different, I'm sure we'd have got married but it weren't to be. Look, even if you don't decide to become me, you'll always have the memories of our time as kids. Anyway, I've gotta go. Take care, luv," Michelle moved into Philip and kissed him. Philip closed his eyes. When he opened them, Michelle had gone but the reflection in the mirror was not Philip's but Michelle's. Michelle smiled back at Philip. With a start, Michelle awoke. In Philip's voice she said, "I know just what I'm gonna do. But let's see what this body can do first." Michelle moved her chubby right hand over her ample breasts tweaking the nipple of her right breast as she did causing a warm sensation to flow over her. Her hand moved down to her blonde tufted vagina. Michelle rubbed her clitoris and moaned, "Ooh, yeah." She then inserted a finger into her vagina whilst rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. After a few seconds of this, Michelle could feel herself on the brink of something new - no male orgasm ever felt like this. And then it hit her, wave after wave of crashing female orgasm. As she came, a whole cache of memories of Michelle were unlocked, Michelle as a 14 year old schoolgirl meeting Darren who was in the year above; Michelle leaving school after her GCSEs and starting an on-off relationship with Darren who had already left school; Michelle losing her virginity the night of her 16th birthday to Darren; Michelle breaking up with Darren the night of her 18th birthday when she discovered he'd cheated on her. Michelle bit her left hand to stop from crying out. "Fookin' 'ell!" she hissed to herself, "that was amazing! Blimey, I'm starvin' now though. And I think I could do with somethin' else, too." Michelle put on Philip's dressing gown, grabbed some cash and went downstairs, where she found Tracy watching television. "Right, Tracy, luv, I think it's time for tea. An' I want fish and chips. Here's a tenner - could you go to the chippy and sort us both out, while I have a shower?" "Sure, Michelle, fish and chips would be lovely," said Tracy, "Can I get you anything else?" "Yeah, get us a couple of bottles of Hooch to start things off right. Oh, and I'm dyin' for a fag - can you buy us a pack of Silk Cut - none of that Marlboro Light student crap you smoke." "Ha, ha, so you're a smoker now as well. You really are a bad girl, Michelle. Here have one of mine for the time being. This I want to see," Tracy tossed Michelle her pack of Marlboro Lights and watched in amusement as Michelle took a cigarette out and with practised ease picked up a lighter, lit the cigarette and took a long drag. "How long have you been smoking?" asked Tracy. "Since I was 14," said Michelle exhaling smoke with a practised, sexy air, "God, that feels better." "Y'know, I've just noticed you're right handed as Michelle - Philip was left handed." "Yeah, I hadn't noticed meself - just one of a number of things I seem to do naturally as Michelle," grinned Michelle with a slight blush as she remembered what she had done upstairs with her right hand. This caused Tracy to notice for the first time how lovely and white Michelle's teeth were - pretty good for a smoker and so much better than Philip's crooked gnashers. "Yeah, what's that Doors song you, sorry, Philip, likes - Strange Days - yeah, that's it. Anyway, I'll get my stuff together and pop out." Tracy gathered her things and went out. Michelle finished her cigarette then headed for the bathroom where she showered and washed her long, blonde hair. Michelle emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped round her and one wrapped round her head just at the moment Tracy came home. They both ate their fish and chips in front of the television. When they'd finished Michelle announced, "That was top, now it's time to really get ready. You have a shower, Tracy, while I put on a face." "Okey doke, honey," said Tracy and she went upstairs to the bathroom. Michelle meanwhile went to Philip's room and dumped the makeup she had bought that afternoon onto Philip's bed. "This is where the fun begins!" she said in Michelle's voice and then in Philip's voice, "Let's go to work." In no time at all, Michelle expertly applied foundation, a blue/grey eyeshadow that brought out her beautiful blue eyes, liquid black eyeliner, mascara, blusher and hot pink lipgloss. She sprayed herself with bodyspray and scent. Michelle removed the nail varnish on her toenails and fingernails and replaced this with hot pink nail varnish. She replaced all her earrings and rings. At this moment, she could hear Tracy come out of the bathroom. "Tracy, luv," Michelle shouted, "are you ready to look absolutely fab?" Tracy poked her head round the bedroom door. "Bloody hell, Michelle, you look gorgeous! Go on then work your magic on me!" "Sit down in front of the mirror then, madam, and I'll see what I can do," laughed Michelle as she indicated the chair in front of the bedroom mirror she had previously been using. "But we're gonna need music. Philip's taste is all miserable - can I borrow some of yours?" "Of course, honey, help yourself," said Tracy as she eased herself into the chair. Michelle left Philip's bedroom and then came back a moment later with a chart compilation CD. "This should be good for a laugh," she said and she put it on the CD player. Once again, Michelle worked her magic, this time on Tracy. Mindful of the fact that Tracy's taste was a little more conservative than Michelle's, Michelle toned the makeup down. The effect, however, was still stunning. "Crikey, I look fabulous!" said Tracy, "Thank you, Michelle!" "All part of the service, madam," smirked Michelle - in Philip's voice and then she playfully nudged Tracy's shoulder. "Right can I borrow your hairdryer - I need to sort out me hair," she continued - this time in Michelle's voice. "Sure, honey, you go ahead. I think I'll just admire myself in the mirror a little longer." Michelle went into Tracy's room and fixed her hair. As a Spice Girls track came on the CD player next door, she smirked and decided to fix her hair like Baby Spice with two long ponytails on either side of her head. Once finished she went next door, "Ta da!" she said, "Right you, sort your hair out and get dressed. I'll get us a couple of drinks and a spliff once I've got dressed. Oh, and try to put something on that's not so, well, studenty!" "Alright, Missy, keep your Baby Spice hair on," laughed Tracy and she left the room wondering how long Michelle had also been a hash head - Philip never touched the stuff. Michelle then dressed in the outfit she had bought earlier, knickers, tights, tight halter neck crop top, miniskirt, knee length high-heeled platform boots. She then went downstairs and expertly rolled a spliff from Tracy's gear and opened each of them a bottle of Hooch. Tracy came downstairs to find Michelle smoking the spliff, drinking Hooch and watching television. "Look at you, a regular Baby Spice gone bad!" said Tracy. "Yeah, and don't it feel gooood!" said Michelle with a big grin and exaggeratedly wide eyes (Tracy took from this not that Michelle was off her face, more that she was nicely high - a clear sign that this wasn't the first time Michelle had smoked a spliff). "An' look at you, luv, I never knew you had a girly side. You look lovely," said Michelle, causing Tracy to blush a little. Indeed she did, Tracy had put on a pair of tight blue ski pants, a tight shiny light blue top and a pair of blue high heeled platform mules. With her long, straight strawberry blonde hair blow dried and her makeup she looked stunning - much more like the girl about town from North Wales and less like the scruffy student. "Give over, silly" said Tracy, "And stop hogging that spliff." Michelle handed Tracy the spliff then fetched Tracy a bottle of Hooch. "'Ere's to a great night," said Michelle raising her bottle. "To Saturday night," said Tracy and clinked her bottle with Michelle's, "Come on, then, Michelle, or we'll be late meeting Lorna. Your public awaits!" Michelle and Tracy downed their drinks, finished the spliff, put on their jackets, grabbed their handbags, went out and caught the bus. Tracy was a little nervous at first - here was Philip in the body of a girl and not just any girl but Michelle who was dressed to the nines on a Saturday night. Tracy eyed Michelle nervously but Philip was still clearly enjoying himself. There was no indication of the shy, sad student she knew. Instead, here was Michelle the party animal. Tracy knew she'd have nothing to worry about when a couple of lads on the bus started wolf whistling and calling out to them and Michelle put them in their place with the simple, but effective, put down, "In your dreams, you sad wankers!" before quietly turning to Tracy and whispering in Philip's voice, "If they only knew!" causing the two of them to crack up laughing. Tracy and Michelle got to the pub, bought a couple of drinks and settled in. Shortly afterwards Lorna arrived. Lorna was clearly Michelle's not so attractive friend. She was quite tall for a girl, something that her 'Croydon facelift' hairstyle with her brunette hair pulled up into a large bun on the top of her head and black platform heels accentuated, and her large brown eyes with a slight double squint gave her a somewhat goofy look. But Lorna had a figure Ginger Spice would be envious of and the long, chocolate brown, lycra dress she wore with a slit up both sides really showed it off. She completed the look with a short white puffy jacket. Lorna and Michelle greeted each other like long lost sisters. It was clear to Tracy that they were best friends. Michelle introduced Tracy and Lorna to each other and Tracy took an instant shine to Lorna, as she welcomed Tracy as "Michelle's new mate - I know we're gonna have a laugh. Love ya outfit by the way." After a few drinks and cigarettes, the three girls decided to head to Cinderellas. Once in the club, it seemed that Lorna and Michelle knew half the place. Here was a boy one of them went to school with; there was a girl they knew at college when they trained as hairdressers. Before Tracy knew it, they were part of a gaggle of girls, all drinking and having a laugh. Suddenly, that song came on, that Philip and Tracy had watched on Top of the Pops a lifetime ago. "Ooh, I love this song!" shrieked Michelle, "Let's dance! Come on!" And with that she grabbed Lorna and Tracy and dragged them towards the dancefloor. Lorna was only too willing to go, since she loved to dance, and Tracy not only fancied a dance but also was intrigued - she'd only seen Philip dance once and that was that morning. Tracy needn't have worried. Michelle, and Lorna for that matter, could both dance. All three of them found themselves doing a fair impression of the three girls in the group who did the song. And then it happened, two lads joined them, attempting to take the roles of the two boys in the group. They were nowhere near as good as Michelle, Lorna and Tracy, but it didn't matter. Tracy instantly decided that, whilst they were quite beefy guys, they weren't her type. Michelle and Lorna on the other hand were clearly into them. As the song changed, Tracy made her excuses to the other two and left the dancefloor, mouthing as she went, "I'll be over there." Tracy left the dancefloor and stood on the edge watching. Michelle danced and danced. She felt happy; she felt free; she felt good. Life as Philip was never like this. Michelle couldn't decide what she liked the most, feeling this drunk and not feeling morose, dancing to music that was really fun, being able to dance at all, or the feeling dancing with this lad aroused in her. Or maybe it was all three - she didn't care and as he moved in closer, she found herself in his arms. "Right, come on you," she said, "I wanna another drink - you're buying." Michelle and the lad left the dancefloor hand-in-hand. As she left the dancefloor, Michelle passed Tracy, winked at her and said, "Keep an eye on Lorna, willya, Tracy luv? I'm going for a drink." Then Michelle and her new bloke were off before Tracy could say anything. The lad bought Michelle and himself a bottle of Hooch each and they both went off to a darkened seating area. Once seated they were all over each other, passionately kissing each other with tongues exploring each others' mouths. Aside from the kiss Tracy had given him the night before, Philip had never kissed like this - certainly never with a man. The man was good looking in a kind of Robbie Williams way - well, that's what Michelle thought in a darkened nightclub whilst drunk - and his name was Barry. He said he was a fireman, but even in her drunken state Michelle thought this was just bollocks to get into her knickers, although she played along as if she believed him. Anyway, this suited Philip's purposes. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Barry was getting more and more aroused. Michelle could feel his erection through his trousers and he kept pawing at her breasts. Philip knew the time was now - everyone else was dancing or off at the bar and the area they were in was deserted and secluded. In Michelle's sexiest voice, Philip said, "Shall we see whatcha got, big boy?"and she slowly but surely slid open the zip on Barry's trousers. His stiff prick sprang out. It wasn't especially long, maybe 6'', but it was thick. "You'd like me to suck it wouldn't ya?" said Michelle. "Yeah, do it, do it right now!" hissed Barry. Michelle got to her knees and started pumping Barry's cock with her right hand. Deftly, she leaned over and slid Barry's cock into her mouth. Michelle closed her eyes and sucked. As she did, images of Philip's life and Michelle's life swam before her. As she sped up her sucking, the images came faster but became more and more just those of Michelle. Also she could remember how Michelle felt at those times. The images of Philip's life became more remote. Michelle could feel Philip's life, his hopes, his dreams, his experiences, his skills, his academic intelligence, all slip away. What she had started in Philip's bedroom was becoming permanent. Suddenly, like a feedback loop, Philip realised who he was and what he had become, he was in Michelle's body, outrageously dressed, on his knees in a darkened corner of a townie nightclub sucking some bloke's cock. Panicking, Philip tried to stop and raise his head up, but Barry held Michelle's head down and sneered, "Suck it, suck it, you fat, little tart!" And then Barry came, spurting his cum into Michelle's mouth. In that instant Philip regained control and knew he had to do this to become Michelle permanently, but he owed it to Michelle not to treat her life so cheaply. Philip swallowed Barry's cum and with that the last vestiges of Philip disappeared forever. In his place was Michelle. And she was angry. "Fuck you, ya sleazy bastard! No one calls me a fat tart!" she shouted. "Yeah, well, who else gave us the blow job, then - my fairy godmother?!" retorted Barry. "Fuck off and die!" shouted Michelle and before Barry could move, Michelle grabbed his wallet and keys out of his trousers and chucked them deep within the darkest recesses of the club. With her other hand she whipped the belt off Barry's trousers and whipped him once, twice across his cock and balls. Barry cried out, "You fuckin' bitch, I'll 'ave ya!" But as he tried to stand, his ankles round his knees (and the booze inside him) caused him to crash to the floor, hitting a nearby table and sending empty bottles and glasses flying. Michelle had by now scrambled to her knees, in time for the bouncers who had been attracted by the shouting and the commotion. In her best little girl lost voice, Michelle said, "Please help me - that man's a drunken pervert! He just pulled down his pants and flashed his willy at me and I'm scared!" Without a single word, the bouncers kicked Barry in the balls, grabbed him and unceremoniously bundled him out of the club into the cold; minus his wallet, keys and belt. Michelle headed back to the dancefloor where she found a worried looking Tracy. "Where the hell have you been!" said Tracy, "I've just seen that bloke of yours bundled out of here with his trousers and pants round his ankles!" "Ha, ha, that'll learn the bastard!" laughed Michelle. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you? I was getting worried!" said Tracy but then she stopped as it dawned on her that Michelle was obviously alright, if a little drunk, and had undoubtedly been up to something with the lad. She looked right at Michelle - there wasn't a trace of Philip about her. The dirty stopout had obviously had sex in some way with the lad and become Michelle permanently. "Look at your face - you're so easily shocked!" said Michelle, "I'm fine - I may have given the bastard a blow job but he learnt not to be rude to me after, I tell ya! Come on, I need a fag and another drink. Where's Lorna?" Laughing Tracy said, "She's just gone to the toilet to look for you - that bloke she was dancing with went charging after the bouncers who had his mate." Tracy and Michelle found Lorna and drank and danced the rest of the night away. At the end of the night, Tracy and Michelle put Lorna in a taxi to her mum's and caught one themselves. In the taxi home, Michelle was clearly the worst for wear. Tracy sat in the back with Michelle and Michelle laid her head in Tracy's lap. Michelle kept babbling. The babble was all Michelle with Philip only mentioned as an old school friend - further proof that Philip had gone. When they got home, this was confirmed when Tracy put Michelle to bed. Philip's room was now Michelle's room. The posters had changed from Led Zep and The Doors to Take That and Keanu Reeves. Philip's clothes and stuff had been replaced with a bulging wardrobe of girls' clothes, shoes and bags plus Michelle's hairdressing equipment, jewellery and makeup. Sunday morning arrived and with it hangovers for the two girls. Tracy asked Michelle how she was, to which Michelle managed a moan and pulled a face. Then Tracy tried another tack, "Michelle, you were babbling in the taxi on the way home last night. Can I ask you, who's Philip?" "Philip. Sorry, I've been known to do that when I'm really wrecked. Philip was a friend of mine at school when I was very young. We were very close but he died of leukaemia at 11 years old. It was all really sad. I do think of him when I feel low but I always remember his last words to me, 'Someday we'll be together.' It was the last thing on his mind I'm sure and I just know that us knowing each other made the end better for him and that makes me feel better." Michelle paused and her suddenly sad face brightened at the thought. Michelle said, "Ah, that's lovely - you were obviously close. Come on, I'll make us some tea." So there it was, Michelle the new housemate to Tracy and Robert. Of course, Robert and his girlfriend looked down on Michelle but Michelle and Tracy didn't care. Occasionally, out of nowhere Michelle would interrupt one of Robert's supposedly superior comments when they were all together with a withering correction that couldn't necessarily have come from Michelle, could it? Whatever - Tracy found it hilarious all the same and loved to see the look on Robert's face at those moments, especially as Michelle would often say straight after, "Wonder where that came from? Sorry, Robert, but I couldn't help but say that after your oh so wise comment." Tracy could swear sometimes Michelle gave her a wink after saying that. But Philip was gone. To the world, it was clear that Philip had died aged 11 and Michelle had lived on. Only Tracy retained a memory of what had happened. And Carol, of course. Tracy took Michelle to visit Carol one weekend shortly after Michelle had 'moved in'. Carol and Michelle got on straightaway. When Michelle had gone out for a short walk (to have a cigarette in reality), Tracy turned to Carol. "Well, Auntie Carol, it worked, though it seems to have made one hell of a difference." "I told you it would, but it's worked out just fine, dear. Michelle's lovely, if a little brassy. But she's young and you know it's what Philip wanted. She'll settle down one day, anyway," Carol said the last bit with a slightly faraway look that Tracy missed - she was too amused at the idea of Carol calling anyone, nevermind Michelle, brassy. Tracy and Michelle stayed as housemates, even during the summer when Robert went home. Tracy got a job as a receptionist at the salon where Michelle and Lorna worked and they all had a whale of a time. Tracy went home to visit her mum from time to time and sometimes her mates from home would visit. These would be very big nights out indeed - Tracy and her mates plus Michelle and Lorna and their mates - no man was safe. The next academic year, Tracy and Michelle stayed in the house, Robert didn't move back in (unsurprisingly) and his place was taken by Lorna. Tracy's second year was similar to the second half of her first year as a result. One thing that did change was she joined the University canoeing club to make the most out of University life. Through the club Tracy met another student, Simon, and as the year went on she started to see more of him. In the summer holiday after Tracy's second year, Tracy stayed in Leicester and worked at the salon again as a receptionist. In August 1999 just before Michelle's 20th birthday, Tracy and Michelle visited Carol. Things had certainly moved on for Carol. She and her friend Sharon were clearly enjoying a new found freedom. It was also obvious to Michelle and Tracy that Carol and Sharon were enjoying each other in more ways than one but Michelle and Tracy thought it better not to say anything and, besides, Sharon was a top laugh and made Carol happy. When Michelle had gone out for another of her 'walks' (this time to get cigarettes as well as to have one), Carol revealed to Tracy that she had told Sharon all about Michelle. Tracy initially looked worried and said, "Yes, but I really don't think we should go round telling people. Michelle seems to have no memory of what happened and she's happy as she is." To which Sharon laughed and said, "Don't yow worry, Tracy, luv. I won't tell a soul. Besides," she said with a loving glance at Carol, "somethin' similar recently 'appened to me and I'm lovin' it!" "What? Have you and Carol switched bodies or something?" said Tracy wide eyed. Sharon and Carol both hooted with laughter and Carol said, "No, dear - that's a good one, but Sharon swapped bodies with her daughter, Tina's, ex-boyfriend." "Yes, I was 'im and he used to be me," said Carol beaming, "anyway, nevermind that - I can see Michelle's coming up the drive now and, ooh look, she's talkin' to me son, David." Michelle was indeed walking up Carol's driveway with David. She'd met him on the way back. He was a tall, quite good looking lad with pale blue eyes and, although Michelle flirted with him a bit and David was clearly verrry interested in Michelle, he was still a boy of 17. David told her he had recently left college and was going to join the Navy but Michelle just thought it was boys' talk The situation was somewhat different at the end of the year. Just before Christmas, Tracy and Michelle visited Carol. Everyone was buzzing with Christmas and the forthcoming new millennium. Sharon and Carol were still very excited by Sharon's appearance in the autumn in a new television show called 'Make Me Over' that had made her something of a local hero. Tracy herself was buzzing - she was now very much in love with Simon. As for Michelle, something strange happened that visit. She had been sitting having a cup of tea when in walked David. Michelle knew David had turned 18 in September and joined the Royal Navy shortly after. Michelle did not know that David was no longer a boy but he was now a man and a sailor at that. Having only just returned from leave he was still wearing his uniform. For Michelle and David it was love at first sight. They both went out for a cigarette as soon as they could and conversation led to passionate kissing in the cold night air which led to phone numbers exchanged. And they kept in touch. And things grew. In spite, or maybe because of the fact that Michelle was a little older than David (although his brief spell in the Navy so far had taught him much) and despite the sometimes long distances, a relationship blossomed. For Michelle's part, she could sense that things were changing - she was approaching 21, she'd been living a ladette's life in a shared household for two years, Tracy was due to graduate and was going to go travelling with Simon, Lorna seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. Michelle loved David and his family were so welcoming to her. When David's sister Tina asked Michelle to be a bridesmaid at her wedding that summer, Michelle was thrilled and said yes without hesitation. On the day of Tina's wedding there they were - Sharon, the mother of the bride dressed to kill in a tight red dress with matching red hat and killer stilettos, Carol, the lover of the mother of the bride (although they'd yet to admit it), Keira, Tina and David's older sister and a bridesmaid with Michelle, and Michelle. All of them fussing over Tina, with Carol in charge of Tina's makeup and Michelle in charge of Tina's hair. During a suddenly quiet moment, Michelle looked down at the lovely dusky pink bridesmaid dress that she was wearing and knew this was what she'd always wanted. She knew too that one day she'd be a bride herself and she and David would travel the world. Carol and Sharon were watching Michelle at this moment. Quietly, Sharon said to Carol, "Aah, she looks so happy. I just know she and David'll be next. Fancy that, a Navy wedding! Do you think she ever remembers she was once a man? I'm sure we're doing the right thing in not telling Michelle or David - why spoil their happiness?" "You're so right, darling," said Carol, "No doubt about it, Michelle is a woman and that's all that matters. Anyway, look at her - it'd be the last thing on anyone's mind that Michelle was ever a man!" THE END Copyright 2010 Kelly Newman