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The Fortune Cookie 2 Chapter 1: "Another day studying? Why don't you take time out to check out some girls? That's if you really are into them," asked Phil. He was speaking to his college roommate, Casey. It was the weekend and Casey, as always, was sitting on his bed with his face buried in a book. He was a bookworm and studyholic: Something that long-term friend Phil found hard to understand. He peered over the edge of his book and turned slightly to meet the glance of his mate. "You know how much I want to pass this course. This is the only real way to do so," he replied. "You go and do some girl hunting; if you can succeed, that is. I'll stay here." Phil Woods just looked at him. It was hard to believe that this nerdy guy had a secret vice. It was only thanks to him that the vice remained secret, but Casey was right with his last comment. As much as Phil had tried, he had failed to get a serious relationship with a girl. Occasionally, he thought he'd struck gold and would go on a date with one, only to be dumped within a week. It wasn't as though he was ugly or anything. He was a key player on the college football team and had a well-built physique. At 6' 2," he wasn't the tallest, but he was no runt either. Casey was short at just 5' 6" and had short dirty blond hair. He was also scrawny at that. He had always loved to study; that was for sure. He always got good grades but his social life sucked. He was bullied for all the obvious reasons and found it hard to make friends. Phil had been his only real friend. They had met early on at high school but Phil left without warning, early. He had only reunited with Phil now, at college. Phil had never been open about what he had done in that time since leaving high school early. It was a relief to him that they became roommates at college. Still, old habits die hard and he remained the sociophobic nerd; this didn't mean he stayed in his room outside class and dinner hours though. As mentioned, he had a vice: Women's panties. He didn't wear them; he just collected them, or more to the point, he stole them. He had developed a skill at sneaking into the girls' changing rooms and picking up a pair or two when the girls were in the gym. How he hadn't been caught yet was still a mystery. He now had a large stash in his room and occasionally smelled them. Girls were still hunting the "Phantom Panty Pincher." Phil did know, of course, but reluctantly kept it to himself. He hated the fact that Casey rubbed it in his face that about how he didn't get this close to a woman's underwear. "I'll get myself an LTR one day, you'll see!" he often told Casey, defiantly. Casey was straight, as far as Phil was concerned. It was just that he put his studying before everything else, with the exception of panty pinching. As a result, the girls always ignored him when he walked the corridors. He still got the unwanted attention, mind you: The bigger guys would pick on him for being a nerd and for being scrawny. "You need to work out more, put some real muscle onto that frame," said Phil once, after seeing his mate take more flack for his physique. It made no difference; Casey was not into exercise or sports. So, for now, Phil turned his back on the bookworm and set off to spend his free time heading into town, looking for any girls who needed his kind of company. With Phil gone, Casey pulled a box from under his bed and took out a pair of panties from it. He placed them on his face and lay down. In town, Phil found some of the college girls hanging around. They were hopefully waiting for him. "No thanks. You hang with that geek, don't you?" said one, recognizing him. "I don't hang with him all the time. It's just that he's my roomie." The other girls in the group followed the other's lead and snubbed him. Casey had been a good friend, but he was just the wrong friend to have. Phil ended up tracking down other members of the football team back at the campus. At least they didn't snub him. "You'll have to swap roommates, Phil," said Mike, the star quarterback. "Until then, having that wimp in your shadow will just hold you back; but of course, that's always been your problem, hasn't it?" "He's not a wimp. He's probably got more brains in his thumb than you've got in your head!" retorted Phil. The comment at the end meant more than was being let on. "But girls prefer men with meat on their bones, not scrawny little warts like him," he replied. He was dating one of the best-looking girls in college: Julie McAndrew, one of the head cheerleaders. Mike was another colleague from high school, though to say "colleague" was a bit wayward. They had never been firm friends. Only recently had any friendship formed between them. After spending some time in the recreation room playing pool, he returned to his room. Casey heard his footsteps approaching and quickly returned his stolen garment to its box before resuming his studying. "Casey, I know we've been pals for a while now, but your nerdy attitude is making me a no-go area! You've got to start coming out of that steel shell of yours and behave like a person, and I suggest you get rid of that box under your bed!" he said angrily as he walked in. Casey just looked at him blankly. "Casey, just GET. . . A. . . LIFE!" he cried, then turned and left again. Casey just thought to himself: Phil was right. He was stuck in a shell, but people just mocked him left, right and center. He would get a life if he could, but he was too scared to do so. Part 2: Phil eventually came back to the room and showered before turning in for the night. He didn't say anything more to Casey. The next morning, Phil got up and went to the canteen early for breakfast. He had football practice; the season was coming up and the coach wanted them in form for the start. As for Casey, he decided to visit the college library. It was his favorite haunt during his free time. If he wasn't in his room or pilfering undies, he was here. The librarian was well-familiar with him by now. That table and chair in the corner might as well have Casey Williams' name on them, for the time he spent using them. She appreciated the amount of studying he did, but was also aware of how it affected the rest of his life. "Don't you get tired of studying at times?" she asked him, "Because you certainly do plenty of it." "I'm keen to get good grades. This is the only sure-fire way," he replied innocently. "I'm in no doubt you will, but there are loads of students who get top grades, and they still find time to do recreational activities. You need to get out more, enjoy yourself!" she said. It was no doubt a hole of his own digging. Had he been more social years ago, his life now might be so different. He turned to the librarian and told her that he would try. She looked at him when he eventually left. His words didn't give her confidence. "He'll always be a recluse," she thought. He returned to his room and continued to study further. Phil came in a half hour later. He noticed the all-too-familiar sight. "The way your life is going down, you must be nearly in China by now! Speaking of which, I was going out to get a Chinese. What do you want?" "Just get me a sweet-and-sour chicken with rice. That'll do!" he said halfheartedly. "Okay, and try to smile once in a while!" said Phil as he left. Around an hour later, he returned with the takeout. They were soon busy tucking into their meals. "I suppose you've been to the library again?" asked Phil, his mouth half full of food. "Yep, and even the librarian thinks I study too much. Does everyone think that way?" "She is right. I've told you many times, if I had a nickel for every time..." "I know, you'd be living in a penthouse by now. I'll just go and take out the trash. Hey, wait a minute, what are these?" Casey said, pulling two tiny packets from the bag. "Whoa, fortune cookies! I never knew they did them!" said Phil, taking one of the packets. He quickly opened the packet and broke the cookie, extracting the paper inside. "Wow, just the ticket! Listen up! 'Your romantic life starts to look up!'" he said with a huge grin on his face. "Just the fortune I need!" Casey smiled weakly as he opened his. "You will see a friend in a different light." "Mmm, interesting. Can't help you on that one mate," Phil responded. "Maybe it's the fortune I need, seeing you from a different light, it may mean watching you practice football or something," suggested Casey. "Well, if it means getting you away from those bloody books, then I agree," he said. Phil then pulled out some sports magazines and started reading them. Casey resumed what he had been going to do and took the trash out. The next time Phil was involved in football training, he persuaded Casey to come along. A few girls had come along to watch too. Some were from the cheerleader squad and some were here to watch their boyfriends. They looked over and saw Casey sitting alone at the far end of the bleachers. Casey couldn't make out what they said, but the giggling told him that it might not be good. He thought about what that fortune had said. How would seeing a friend in a different light help his non-existent social life come into being? Watching the practice session was interesting, even though he didn't quite understand the rules of the game. The cheerleaders among the girls gathered had decided to do some of their chants and were now on their feet. He looked around to see if anyone else was around. He caught his math teacher, Mr. Willis, seated a few rows back to his left. The teacher noticed him too, and soon made his way towards him. "Casey! Didn't know you liked football. What brings you here?" he asked, sitting beside him. "My roommate Phil (he pointed towards the pitch) invited me to watch, hoping it might bring me out of my shell," he said. "Well, it's a start. I think everyone here is aware of your shyness. You just need to be a bit more relaxed," said Willis. They continued to watch, as Mr. Willis offered Casey an insight into the rules. When the practice session ended, Phil came over. "So whaddya think?" he said panting, "Think this is interesting?" "I suppose so," said Casey. "Whoa, look what the cat dragged out!" said Mike as he came by. "Finally given up books and taken up a decent hobby: Watching real guys doing real things!" he said with a cockiness in his voice. Phil gave him a dirty look. Casey didn't deserve this. "So Foulds, being a real guy means gallivanting around like a bull elephant, does it?" said Mr. Willis, now looking at Mike sternly. Mike hadn't noticed Mr. Willis until now. He was definitely looking less cocky now. As the players headed for the showers, Mr. Willis turned to Casey. "I hope this is the start of you getting out a bit more." Casey smiled and headed back to his dorm. Part 3: A few weeks passed and Casey was at least attending the football practice sessions, but that was all. Phil was pressing him to do other things, but these were falling on deaf ears. Apart from the continued attempts to bring Casey out of his shell, he pursued his love life, especially since that fortune cookie promised him better luck; however, just like Casey, this was one problem that continued to bear no fruit. Girls still thought him good looking, but none would take up his offers of dates. That fortune was just a piece of paper. His life didn't seem likely to change for the immediate future. For Casey, things were starting to get different, and in a way he couldn't have planned. It was the football practice sessions that sparked it. He was wondering about his fortune too, but never dreamed it would work out like this. He had been paying attention to all the players on the field to start with, but soon he was being drawn to Phil alone. All that mattered was Phil. He couldn't understand what was happening at first but he soon started to realize: Phil was turning him on! The feelings were easily suppressed at first, but every time he saw Phil in the raw, his trousers tented. He was overly embarrassed by it all, but in his mind, Phil's well-developed six pack and chest were driving him wild. As a result, he couldn't bear to look at Phil. Phil was beginning to notice this and asked him what was up. "You've been acting odd lately, as though that's anything new," he said one day. "How? I don't recall doing anything out of the ordinary!" Casey replied, puzzled. Phil was preparing to shower and had so far taken his shirt off, revealing his developed torso. He caught a glance at Casey's expression. It was disturbing to say the least. "Wipe that look off your face. You look as though you want to make love to me!" he said "I do!" Casey said with a whisper, though too loudly. Phil heard and his expression turned ugly. "YOU WHAT!!" he cried. Casey cowered on his bed, realizing that he had really put his foot in it. "You mean to tell me that after all this time, Casey Williams, that you are a faggot?!" Phil continued. "I'm not gay! I swear I'm not!" he said, his voice trembling. "I hope you're not, please, but if you are, then not me. I'm not that way," he said, heading for the shower. "If anyone else discovers this, even I won't be able to save you." Casey was feeling more scared than ever, and his latest fear was of himself. He had never fancied men before. Why now? Why more so, Phil? Trying to rid himself of these feelings was now a priority. Phil pondered this too during his shower. He had never known Casey eye him up like that before. He had known Casey too long, and even then, he had noticed Casey ogling at girls. Of course, he never chatted any up, but that didn't make him gay, did it? He was right in what he had said to Casey: If anyone found out that he was gay, they would tear him to bits. It was bad enough they hated him for being a nerd. After taking his shower, he went out again and hoped that this was the end of the matter. It wasn't. Casey had been trying to suppress these gay feelings all week, but they only seemed to be getting stronger. He now started thinking about getting his hands on Phil's muscular frame. His erection was getting bigger each time. The problem was, more so, keeping his mouth shut. He wanted to say something complimentary about Phil or even try to flirt with him. The pressure was building and something had to give. Casey was ashamed afterwards, but the words forced themselves out. Phil had just returned from the gym. He had come back to take a shower. "Why, hello Gorgeous, want to have a bit of fun?" said Casey in a seductive tone. Phil's expression went cold. He couldn't take this. "NO, no, don't you even dare try anything with me! I'm warning you, keep away from me!" he said sternly, backing away. "Why, I'm not going to hurt you, big boy," said Casey, getting up and walking towards him. It was the last straw. Phil picked up his things and walked out. Before going, he turned and spoke. "That's it. I want you out of my life. I'm speaking to the dean in the morning to ask to be moved to another room! I don't want to see you again!" He slammed the door. Casey sat back down, tears in his eyes. This had brought him back to his senses. He had really put his foot in it this time. His one and only friend was gone, and he was at odds with his own sexuality. Part 4: It was no surprise that Casey had to face the dean too. He couldn't appear to help himself. As much as he hated it, the fact was simple: He was head-over-heels in love with Phil. The problem was that Phil was looking for a girlfriend, not a boyfriend; it was made worse that he found himself having to face Phil that very afternoon. Phil had slept in their room that night. Casey hadn't dared to do anything in case Phil did anything. The only thing he dared do was to dream all night of being with Phil, to have him close, to feel loved. It was obvious that dreaming about it was the only way it would happen. "Okay, let's hear it straight. You are saying that in the past few weeks, Mr. Williams has been making sexual advances towards you, is that correct?" "Yes Mr. Newman," answered Phil. Phil was having a private audience with the dean. He didn't like it, but thought it only fair that Casey was called to give his side of the story. He was waiting outside. "I take it that these advances are not only unwanted, but profoundly offensive to you?" "Yes, sir," he replied. "Well, we'll see what Mr. Williams has to say. Sexual orientation is something that we have to tolerate nowadays; not that everyone will, of course. But as to what you claim, that is to say, sexual harassment, this cannot be tolerated. If it is proved to be the case, then I will grant your request to be separated from him with immediate effect," said Dean Newman. "You may wait outside for now. Just be kind enough to ask Williams to come in please." Phil walked out the door and gestured for Casey to go in. Their eyes failed to meet as they passed. Casey walked nervously into Newman's office. "Take a seat Williams. I presume you know what you are here for," he said. "Yes, sir," he said feebly. "Good. So I don't have to explain what Mr. Woods is accusing you of," he said, looking Casey sternly in the face. Newman was fair, but not one to be crossed. "No, sir," said Casey. "So, let's get this straight. Do you feel any sexual attraction to Mr. Woods?" Casey gulped, but something at the back of his head took over his response. "Yes, I do, very much!" This took Newman by surprise. "So, you admit making the advances?" he asked. "Yes, but I haven't touched him!" he replied, nearly in tears. "Mr. Williams, these claims are serious. Mr. Woods does not seek any such relationship with you. Do I make that clear?" "Yes, sir." "Well, Mr. Woods seeks new dormitory arrangements as result of your behavior. It appears I have no choice but to grant his request. Have you anything to say?" "No, sir," Casey said, looking miserable. "Well, to see that you remain well apart, you are to be relocated too," Newman responded. "Why? Can't I just stay put?" "I want you and Mr. Woods as far apart as possible. You'll have a new roommate too, and this one will be very much safe from your interests," he added. Okay, sir," he said glumly, resigning himself to defeat. "Casey," he said in a more gentle tone, "you are one of the best students here. Please don't blemish it by being stupid. I'm not saying don't be gay, but don't chat up someone who is clearly not interested." "Okay, sir," Casey said once more. "Mr. Woods! Can you come in?" Newman shouted. Phil had sat outside listening. What he heard made him feel worse. Casey had confessed love for him! He had had his face in his hands since. He heard Newman call and reentered the office. "Mr. Woods, I am giving you your request. You will be rooming on the west side of the campus with Foulds." Phil didn't brim with joy at that announcement. "Williams," he turned to Casey, "You'll be rooming on the east side. You'll be with A. Jones." Phil looked at Newman. He knew who A. Jones was. Could Casey cope? That afternoon, both Phil and Casey packed their things, ready to relocate to their new apartments. "So, you'll be with Mike; I suppose he'll make a better roommate than me," said Casey with a sigh. Phil stopped packing and hesitated. "I suppose so," he replied in a sigh. He wasn't quite sure on that. His new roommate was not his first choice by far. He quickly went back to his packing. "What will you be doing with your stash?" he asked Casey, avoiding eye contact. Casey pulled the box from under the bed. He looked at it for a while and then got some tape and sealed it up. Phil heard what he had done. "If you take it with you, then it's your problem alone. If your new roomie finds it..." he decided to leave the rest of the sentence to Casey to mull over. Phil had been quicker to pack his things and was ready to go when Mike arrived to help him. "Ready to go Sport? Finally seen the light and decided to leave that little runt?" he said, his cocky nature was back, apparently untainted from the other day. "Yep, I have," said Phil. He hadn't disclosed why. He thought that Casey deserved some dignity. With that, they left, carrying all of Phil's possessions between them. For the moment, Casey was alone. He now knew who Phil was rooming with: That cocky son-of-a-bitch who was too good at football. All he could do was finish packing his things and wait for his new roommate to find him. That wasn't too long coming. "So, I'm stuck with you?! Oh, my life is going to go so down!" she replied. Casey turned to see that his new roomie was a girl; so obvious, wasn't it? He wouldn't show any interest in her. She was wearing her cheerleader outfit, her long brown hair done into high pigtails using ribbons that match her outfit of blue and green. "Angela Jones. And you must be Casey the loser," she said. "I would have been here sooner but practice finished late." Her tone was of obvious disgust. She had been partnered with the biggest nerd in half a century. It was, in a way, a fate worse than death in her opinion. "I'm sorry that it has come to this," he said sheepishly. "You'll be more than sorry before this day is even out!" she said in a low tone that shouted malice. Casey realized that his life could get worse than he had feared. Part 5: They arrived at what was his new room, now on the east side of the campus. Angela dumped the boxes she was carrying on her bed. She was determined to finish the whole job of him moving in and immediately went about emptying the boxes. Casey put down his load and suddenly saw what she was doing. It couldn't be good. "So, let's see what Nerdius Maximus keeps in his drawers, shall we?" she said as she unsealed a certain box. Her face froze at the contents. When she turned to face him, her expression was ice cold. Casey realized that he was in a huge hole with no means of escape. "So! The Panty Pincher is caught at last! You are so DEAD!" she said maliciously. "Mr. Newman said he would expel the culprit if caught. That would be bad, because it would prevent us girls from getting back at you. Oh, you'd better worry, because we will be making you pay dearly!" Casey panicked and headed for the door. Angela quickly blocked his path and pushed him to the floor. She turned, withdrew a key and left. Casey heard the lock click - he was trapped. When the door opened again, Angela was joined by a good many girls, all looking in the mood for ice cold revenge. "You like panties do you? We'll give you panties, you fucking pervert!" she said, turning on him. He was outnumbered. They grabbed him and stripped him naked. Using the unwashed undies from his stash, they tied his arms behind his back. They shoved two pairs into his mouth and then held them there by wrapping tape across his mouth. They forced a pair onto his person before shoving more up his ass - as far as possible. One girl had gotten hold of his own undies and had noticed that they were soaked. "My, the little wuss had wet himself!" she exclaimed with laughter. With his mouth full and sealed up with tape, Casey couldn't scream for help, or from the pain of having panties shoved deep into his butt. He was totally at their mercy. "Let's wet him some more. I need to go!" said another girl. Casey didn't like the sound of that. They put him on the floor face up. The girl who had just spoken pulled off her undies and crouched low over his head. The sight may have pleased many a man, but this was not for his pleasure. The hot urine started to flow and caught him, as she wanted, in his face. Another girl then got a lipstick and wrote on his chest in plain letters "PERVERT AND LOVING IT!" They sat him on a chair and laughed at him. Angela then got her cell phone and took a picture of him. "I'm going to send this photo to every girl on the campus. You won't be able to go anywhere now without being treated like the lowest of the low!" she said, relishing his predicament. "Can you print me a few copies?" said one girl. Soon, the girls left the room; all but Angela. "I'm going to leave you like this for a while longer; and besides, you won't be leaving that chair either," she snapped at him. He hadn't noticed that they had managed to bind his already bound arms and legs to the chair. His face still smelled of that girl's wee. He could only look on as Angela went back to emptying his belongings, mocking some of them as she went. How long would it be before she untied him was all that mattered for now. It seemed like never; his predicament didn't seem to tire on her. It was practically dark outside when she yielded. "Okay, go take a shower, and when you come back, sort out your things," she said sternly. He went and did so, though the real problem was removing the panties from his bum. He came back and quickly sorted out his belongings, putting on clean underwear before going to bed. The morning came and Angela's mood had subsided somewhat. It was still unpleasant for the most part. She was still treating him like dirt. "I'm so sorry about the panties!" he sobbed. "Should have thought about that before you started taking them!" she snapped. "And that photo is still going to be spread around." She had gone to take her morning shower. When she came back, he was dressed. "So, something that hasn't reached me as yet, is why you and Phil have parted company. I don't think the panties are the cause, so what is it?" she said, her mood improving. "He thinks I'm gay, and I'm beginning to believe him," he said. Angela smiled at this. She took it as a joke. "You are gay! Come off it. If that is so, no wonder he ditched you. No gay in their right mind would want you!" He decided to ignore her continued insults. He might as well just jump off a cliff now. "Is that why you are so seclusive? Don't be shy, I won't bite - for now!" she said. After yesterday, his trust in her was zero. She was still sending that photo around the college. There was nothing to say she hadn't already done it. He would soon know if she had anyway. "No, it is not. I'm just not into socializing," he said defensively. "I just like studying." "Well, if you want to stop being the bullies' favorite target, you'll need to start socializing. Listen, I can be a nice person. If you want to see that side of me, then you'd better take some advice: Change your ways, and fast!" she told him, noticing that he was still being very cautious of her. He wasn't sure. Could she be a nice person? He doubted it very much. Part 6: It was the middle of the day and Phil was wondering how Casey was getting on with Angela. He was still sore about Casey's gay behavior towards him, but even then, he still saw him as someone who needed a protector of sorts. He knew Angela was a girl with a temper; she had shown it during practice (sometimes the cheerleader practice took place alongside the football practice) and if she did get mad, she wasn't bothered about how she lashed out. Mike arrived. He had spent some free time visiting Julie, his girlfriend. He was looking very smug. "Looks like your ex-friend has landed himself in boiling water!" he chuckled, handing Phil a photo. Phil just looked at it and sighed. "Who did this?" "Angie took the pic and spread it around. I got this off Julie. She was among the group that did it. It appears your Casey was the knicker nicker," he continued to laugh. "I'm seeing the dean. This went too far!" said Phil defiantly. "Go ahead. Sure you want to see Casey booted out of here?" said Mike. "Newman promised he would expel the student stealing the undies." "But what about this? Surely this behavior deserves no less a punishment," said Phil, now feeling bad for Casey. "You still feel for him do you? Pity. Did you feel for that other person as well?" "Do you have to bring that up? That's in the past. You were no better!" he snapped. "The fact is that it happened. I could always explain what happened to Newman," said Mike cooly. "So, I've got to pretend I'm liking this? Anything else you want to blackmail me with?" "Casey got what was coming to him," Mike said coldly. "If you squeal on the girls, I'll squeal on you. Deal?" Phil just gave him a dirty look and didn't say anything. Mike just smiled. On the other side of the campus, Casey was feeling glum. He continued to dream about Phil and about making love to him. It was, however, no longer making him feel excited down below. He had also surmised that he had developed a skin allergy; his chest was itching. The only good thing was that Angela had seemed less inclined to mock him. He was hoping this stayed the way of things; she easily snapped. She had made him a deal: To spend all the free time he had with her and her friends. She was determined to change him from social outcast to socially acceptable. He obliged and agreed to it, fearing a backlash if he didn't. What made it better was that the girls she hung out with (and had helped in his humiliation) seemed to be leaving him alone. It still didn't stop comments about the photo finding their way to him. Maybe it was that they felt that they had played their part and now left it to the other students to mock him. They certainly didn't defend him from the attacks. "You see? Having a social life isn't that bad!" she said to him. They were back in the dorm. Casey wasn't so sure. He had just removed his shirt, which was covered in eggs. A girl who was not in Angela's group had pelted him. The attack wasn't opposed. The whole panties thing was making him feel bad. He should have quit earlier, when Phil had berated him over it. "So, as I was saying, we can go to a club next..." she was about to say when something caught her eye. "Casey, don't mind me for saying, but do you know you're growing breasts?" "What do you mean? I can't be," he protested. "Look in that mirror over there then, dunce!" He did and was startled. His nipples were darker and more pronounced. "What the hell has caused that?!" he yelled. "This is not usual, even for men with boobs; I have seen them. I take it you've done puberty?" she said, studying his chest. "I have. My arms are hairy, as are my legs and chest." He continued to look. His chest didn't look so hairy now. Sure, he had had a little hair on his chest, but there was no doubt that there was little of it left. "You're going to see the nurse. Your hormones must be messed up," she said finally. He nodded in agreement. Part 7: The next available period of free time for both of them saw Angela and Casey making their way to the nurse's office. "Mr. Williams, Miss Jones, how may I help you?" she asked kindly as they entered. "It's about Casey. His hormones are a bit messed up," Angela said, keeping her voice low. "And what makes you think that?" asked the nurse calmly. "This," said Casey, removing his shirt. "Okay, so you've got breasts developing. Nothing too bad there; quite common in fact," the nurse replied calmly. She went over to take a closer look. "You're 19 aren't you? Been through puberty?" she asked. "When did you first notice them?" "Yes, yes, and a few days ago. Angela was the first to notice," he replied. "Have you been taking hormones? You know that large doses are potentially hazardous to your health," she said, continuing to examine him. "No, I haven't. I'm not interested in becoming a girl. I don't want a sex change!" he said angrily. "Well, that's the only way you could have gotten nipples like this. You are sure you're not taking any hormones at all?" she asked again. He didn't speak, but his face reiterated his earlier answer. "I see. If that is truly the case then I cannot think of any other explanation. We need a doctor's opinion," she said. "I'll contact a doctor for you and I'll see you again in a couple of days. Okay?" A couple of days passed and they arrived at her office. "I've talked to a doctor at the local hospital and he agrees that what you've got is indeed unusual. He would like to meet you in person and take some blood samples. It'll be next week," said the nurse. "Well, it's really unusual now!" added Angela quickly. Upon her words, Casey removed his shirt and revealed that something was definitely peculiar. His breasts were now clearly forming, still small, but clearly there. His chest was now totally free of hair, and the hair on his arms and legs was now receding. "What the hell is going on? Even mine didn't grow that quickly!" Angela continued, her frustration rising. The nurse couldn't answer. This was beyond her entirely. It was beyond medical science. She went to examine him and noticed that his skin was soft too. She went to her phone and called the hospital. "Yes, the boy with breasts, you need to see him now!" she said over the phone. "I don't know what the problem is, but the growth has sped up. In a week or two, at this rate, he'll need a bra." Angela and Casey watched as the nurse continued to talk over the phone. "Tomorrow is the earliest you can do? Okay, fine," she said putting the phone down. "We'll need to tell Mr. Newman that you'll be off campus for most of the day," she told Casey. "What about me? I'm his roommate. Surely I need to know what is going on?" said Angela. "That's up to Mr. Newman," said the nurse, picking up the phone once more. "Hello, Nurse Griffin here, I'd like to speak to the dean if possible." After a few minutes, all three were heading to Mr. Newman's office. "Mr. Williams, first you tell me you are gay. Now you come here and tell me you are becoming a woman. When did you start hormones?" "I'm not taking hormones. I don't want to be a woman, yet I have baby boobs!" he said, anger in his voice. "We need to take him to the hospital tomorrow," said Nurse Griffin. "Only then can we. . . hopefully, get to the root of his problem." "And why are you here Miss Jones?" said Newman, turning to her. "I'm his roommate. I feel I need to know what's happening to him," she said defiantly. "So you can tell everyone; is that it?" he replied. "I don't think Mr. Williams wants everyone to know about his body, whether he's having a sex change purposefully or not." Newman turned to the nurse. "I want a report on this. Let me know what is going on." As they left, Newman held his head in his hands. Casey Williams, one of the best students he'd known. "Not a trouble maker in the slightest" was suddenly becoming a problem. The next day, Nurse Griffin collected Casey. Those who saw him leave in her car were keen to know why. They never got any answers, so the subject soon died. "So, Mr. Williams, I've heard you've got an embarrassing problem?" said the doctor. They (Casey and Nurse Griffin) were in a hospital cubicle. Casey removed his shirt. "Well now, I see what you mean Nurse. You are getting big. Sorry if that offended you," he said upon seeing the baby boobs. Casey once again had to admit to not taking hormones; something that was making him feel impatient. "Okay, we'll take some blood and take it from there," he added. A hospital nurse came round with the necessaries on a trolley at that moment. A few minutes later and a sample of Casey's blood was on its way to be examined. "How long will this take?" asked Nurse Griffin. "Not too long. We should get the results back in a couple of hours or so. Get yourselves some drinks if you like." They did just that, but it didn't shorten the wait. They spent a while discussing college to kill the time. Eventually, the doctor returned. "Mr. Williams, your tests are back and, well, you have high levels of estrogen in your blood. This would be perfectly normal if you were female; however, you are of course male and have been through a normal male puberty. All in all, this makes no sense. It appears that your body has had a change of mind and wants to be female instead. I just don't know where the hormones would be coming from." "I'm becoming a woman, naturally?!" stumbled Casey. "Yes, but the tests still don't explain how you've developed so quickly. You are, at this moment in time, a medical puzzle. We could try giving you testosterone shots, but whether that would work is to be seen. Face it. For now, you are growing breasts at an alarming rate. What else is in store for you, I'm not certain, but you may have to start living as a woman very soon." Nurse Griffin asked for the results on paper. She explained about Dean Newman wanting to be kept informed. The doctor did so, but told them that he would like to see Casey every couple of weeks or so. Casey ended up going back to college with a new worry. He was going to be monitored by a doctor and Mr. Newman, over something he had no control over. How could he cope when his breasts grew to a very noticeable size as predicted? Part 8: Nurse Griffin went to see Dean Newman first thing. She gave him the papers and explained it further. "How can this be? How can a boy become a girl, just like this? It's just not possible!" he said. "They are looking to reverse these changes I presume?" "I'm not sure. Unless they discover what is behind it, he'll be looking like a female in almost every way - pretty soon too. To protect him, I suggest we have him assume a new identity," said Nurse Griffin. "But how? We'll have to concoct a story explaining that Casey has had to leave indefinitely and that a girl who looks very like him is taking his place," replied Newman, looking concerned. "Let's hope he can be cured," he added. "But if he can't, he'll need help adjusting," Nurse Griffin added. Newman just nodded. Back at the dormitory, Casey explained that soon he would need a bra. He couldn't explain anything to Angela in detail apart from that he was going to look like a girl very soon. The next day, both were called to Newman's office. Nurse Griffin was there also. "I'm conducting this interview in the strictest confidence. Nothing must go beyond this room," he said. Angela and Casey sat there just looking at him. "The situation is that Mr. Williams is undergoing a peculiar change, which we reckon will result in him looking like a woman. We have come up with a means of keeping him at this college under a new identity. Casey will 'leave' the college imminently and shortly afterwards will be 'replaced' by a new female student. Class arrangements will be made. I want you..." (he turned to Casey) "...to choose a new course, one that will be no trouble to you. I just want to make it clear that I don't want anyone connecting Casey and the new female student. Do I make myself clear?" Everyone nodded. "Okay. Casey will 'leave' the college on the basis that his family have moved to another state for employment reasons and have requested he join them. The idea is to have Casey live for a few weeks elsewhere," continued Newman, until Nurse Griffin interrupted. "I've volunteered to put you up," added Nurse Griffin. "So, as Nurse Griffin has stated, Casey, you'll spend a few weeks with her until it is seen fit to bring you back under your new guise." "Why has he got to spend a few weeks away?" asked Angela, not understanding this. "It had been explained that Casey and his new identity have to be seen as different people. If one arrives the moment the other leaves, people might suspect something." "Okay, I suppose that makes sense," said Angela. She looked at Casey and wondered what a few weeks was going to do to him. Would she recognize him? They left to return to their dormitory. Casey had been given the task of choosing a new subject, not too dissimilar to his current architecture course. Anything that involved mathematics would be fine. The other task was a new name for his female self. With Angela's help, they decided on Cassie Andersson (with the surname being his mother's maiden name). He had begun to start packing. Angela was trying to think of reasons for how his changes could have started. "How can you come up with solutions when the doctor cannot?" he asked her. "Because doctors believe in science, and this is something different. You haven't read a spell book by any chance?" "What? Are you suggesting magic? Come off it. There's no such thing," he said "What about if it was?" she asked. "If there's no known scientific explanation..." "Yet!" he butted in. "No scientific reason yet! The doctor will find out why eventually and soon, they'll be curing me." "So, all this becoming female stuff is going to be temp, is it? What about if they don't find a cure and you're a girl forever? What then?" He turned his back on her, refusing to answer her. She could understand him not wanting to change, but his confidence in a cure was something else. The following morning, his belief in nonscientific means were being tested further. His hair was slightly longer; it couldn't grow that length in a night normally. It was just below his ears, and what was more, the color was altering. His dirty blond was being replaced by a honey shade. Angela couldn't not notice it. "Accept it girly boy, science won't find an answer to this. You are going to have to get used to looking pretty now, if you get lucky!" she told him. He looked in her mirror and looked glumly. There was no way to explain this. "What about my mom? What is she going to think when her son turns up looking like a girl?" he said. Casey's parents had divorced a few years ago. He only kept in touch with his mom, and that was now minimal. His dad now lived much further afield, with a new wife. Part 9: Phil was still feeling bad. He had noticed that the photo of Casey had ceased to be interesting. Students were dropping the subject. It made him feel better, but Mike was still being a cocky pig at times and still held that blackmail over him. How Phil had made friends with this guy was beyond comprehension. They had been in rival gangs at high school. It was just luck that both were at this college. What got Phil now was Mike's flirting. He now hung out with him more often, so he obviously noticed. Despite having a girlfriend in Julie, one of the best-looking girls around, Mike still tried his luck elsewhere. Every time they hung out at a club or bar, he was looking for a girl to chat up. Whether Julie was aware of his flirting ways, he didn't know. It would be nice to know what her reactions would be. "I know Julie is my girl, but what's the use of being God's gift to women when you can't tell the girls about it?" he said loftily when Phil questioned him. Phil, of course, was still after romance, but still found that girls turned him down eventually. Mike was having the opposite effect: Girls were clinging to him like magnets. The football season was fast approaching and the practice sessions became more frequent and longer. He found that time for studying now required what was once free time. One day, he needed to research something at the library. The librarian noticed him and went over. "Phil Woods?" she said. "Yep, that's me." "You still friends with Casey?" she asked. "Used to be. Why? What's up?" he asked back. "Oh, nothing. It's just that I found out that he's leaving tomorrow," she said. "Leaving? Why? What's happened to him?" "His dad has found work in another state and he wants him to go with him," she said. Phil was stunned. Despite the hard feelings he had felt recently, he felt he should at least say goodbye. He left the library and headed towards the east side. He already knew the room; he had just avoided it as was the rule that had been made. When he arrived, just Angela was there. "Phil, what brings you here? I thought you and Casey were history," she said, answering the door. "I heard he was leaving and just wanted to say goodbye," he said. "Well, he's in a class at the moment. He'll be back in about an hour. Well, how are you getting on then?" she said. "Fine. Got the first game at the weekend, being kept busy. Still looking for Miss Right. You know the rest," he said. "Well, you know I've got Matt, but he's over in Florida at the moment; I only get calls for now. Surely your luck has got to end soon. You're not bad looking. Someone will want you." "Well, let's hope so. Some bloody fortune that was!" He went on to to mention the fortune cookie he had that had obviously been a dud. Angela picked up on this but decided to not to say anything. "I'd better go anyway, got another practice session later. Tell him I called," he said, and left. Angela pondered. She had something to ask Casey when he got back. When Casey got back, she was waiting for him. "Your old chum called. Wanted to say goodbye." "Did he? Wanted to say sorry?" "Nope, but he mentioned something - something about a fortune cookie," she said. "A fortune cookie? What's that got to do with anything?" he said stubbornly. "Have you had one too?" "Yeah, when he had one. We had Chinese one evening. His still hasn't worked then?" "What did yours say?" she quickly added. "What does it matter to you? His hasn't worked, so mine hasn't either," he answered annoyingly. What did yours say?!!" Angela repeated, her own temper rising. "Okay! I still don't know why you want to know. It said I would see a friend in a different light." "Thank you for answering!" she said sarcastically. "So, then," (she went and locked the door) "did you see anyone differently?" her voice suddenly calmer. "Apart from falling in love with Phil? Come on, what are you trying to prove?" he said impatiently. Angela sat on her bed and thought. "You said you fell in love with Phil. Did you feel this way before you had that cookie or not?" "No, I didn't, so please Sherlock, Columbo, whoever you are, please drop this!" "Phil can't find love, you fall for him, but he isn't gay. Do you still fancy him?" she was not prepared to let this go. Casey remembered the dreams which he still had, of sharing a bed with Phil. He no longer had erections but his stomach felt all gooey and warm instead. He looked at Angela and just nodded sadly. Angela came and hugged him. "Look, he may not like you as a boy, but as a girl? You may be the answer to his problem. You may be destined to be his girl," she said. He thought this through. She may be right. A warm feeling in his belly seemed to agree. But was he ready to be a woman? Part 10: He dreamt that night of being with Phil again, but this time as a young blonde woman with long hair. The dream once again stirred up those feelings in his stomach that felt so good. He really wanted Phil, to suck on his juicy cock and then have it probing his wet pussy. If dreaming it was good, what about reality? Perhaps he didn't want the doctor to find a cure. Maybe his future was as a female! He was awoken from his slumber by Angela. "Time to wake, Sleepyhead. You're leaving today!" she said. "Okay, okay!" he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Whoa! You're getting big! Look in the mirror!" she exclaimed as he sat up. He looked and saw that his chest was no longer flat. His breasts were still below an A-cup but were now coming pretty close. His hair had grown another inch too. "You'd better hurry up and 'leave' before Cassie makes an early entrance," she said, before noticing that tears were starting to flow down his cheeks. "Great, just what we need. You don't need this!" she added, reaching for a box of tissues. "I'm just so happy!" he said. Angela just looked at him in wonder. "First the physical changes, now the mental ones. Let's hope he doesn't go dumb blonde!' she thought. They quickly finished his packing. Nurse Griffin came to the door, out of uniform. She wanted to keep a low profile. "Ready to go?" she said. "Yep, he's ready and raring - and growing," Angela said. Casey was wearing a baggy top to conceal his fledgling breasts. "I'm ready," he confirmed, holding a large luggage case. The day was still young; most of the students wouldn't be up for at least an hour. Therefore, his exit had no witnesses. She drove him to her home, stopping at a drive-in for a quick bite to eat on the way. After arriving, she quickly showed him around, even if he was staying for only a few weeks. After a quick tour, she sat him down and got into nurse mode. "Okay, let's have a look at you," she said. He removed his upper clothes. "Well, you are speeding along, and your hair too! You've been dying it, haven't you?" "No, it's just turning this color. I like it though," he said, running his one hand through it. "I've never known hair to grow so quickly. Color changes do happen, but this, what's happening is just not natural." She stood back and looked at him. "So, you have a new name I presume?" "Cassie Andersson." he said. "Doesn't it sound too much like Casey?" she suggested. "I like it, so it's staying," Cassie said. "I suppose I'd better get things straight with you. I'm to monitor your progress as you become more feminine. Dean Newman wants to keep up to date so that your reentry can be sorted out as best as possible. You'll also be visiting the hospital for checkups too. And finally, you'll still be studying whilst here. I'm to bring your work here every afternoon. It will be mainly a case of learn as much as you can. When you return, you will be expected to be well-rehearsed in... surveying," Nurse Griffin said, having to check on a piece of paper for the new subject. "And another thing. For just these weeks that you're staying here, my name is Natasha. When at college, please refer to me as Nurse Griffin. Understood?" Cassie nodded. "Well, I'll be having to go back to work soon. I'll deal with clothes when I come back. I'm sure you've got something to do to see you through the day." She headed for the door and left. Cassie opened her case and retrieved some of her books. Soon she was studying. Angela was finding it strange to be alone. Casey had been her roommate for just a few weeks. Though at first she resented his presence, she had grown used to him. If it hadn't been for the panties, he wasn't such a bad guy after all; just shy and reclusive. Soon he would be back, or that should be, "she" would be back. She didn't know quite what to expect when Cassie arrived. She was down by the football pitch later on. The cheerleaders were doing extra practice too, as they prepared for the upcoming match. She found herself peppered with questions concerning Casey. She told them the ruse about him leaving for another state with his dad. The other girls just seemed to expect her to be pleased to bits about him going. A few of the football team arrived later on. "This coach of ours is a slave driver!" said Mike as he walked onto the pitch in full kit. He stopped by to give Julie a big kiss. "See ya later Gorgeous!" he said as he made his way. "I still don't know why you date him Jules!" said Angela to Julie. "Surely you know he's just a stuck-up womanising git." "I beg your pardon? He's the best thing I've got! At least my boyfriend's around for me," she replied angrily. Angela didn't like people poking fun at the fact that her own boyfriend was hundreds of miles away. She did know that Mike was just all hot air. It was near common knowledge that Mike had hit on every girl on the campus, including her. She looked over at Phil, who was very much Mike's opposite. Down-to-earth, sincere and yet couldn't get a girl. He had been Casey's only friend since they had both arrived. She hadn't realized how much that had meant until now. Part 11: The weekend arrived. The football season had begun and Mike was relishing the role of being the top scorer in a comfortable win. Outside college, Casey, now Cassie, was beginning to look more like a girl than ever. Her rapid development had certainly shifted into overdrive in the past few days. Nurse Griffin couldn't keep track of it all. Cassie now had the hips and bum of a woman. She was now filling a B-cup bra and her hair was now down to her shoulders, a warm honey blonde. Her voice had altered too, becoming clearly female. "The doctor won't believe what he's seeing," Nurse Griffin said, looking at the pretty blonde who used to be Casey. They were going to see him that afternoon. "Neither will Mr. Newman!" said Cassie, admiring her polished nails. Her hands had also changed; they now sported slender longer female fingers. She was enjoying her new self. At the hospital, the doctor recognized Nurse Griffin, but not the young woman with her. "Another patient? I thought you were bring Mr. Williams?" he said "This is Mr. Williams," she said. The doctor stared at Cassie. "Are you sure? This looks like a perfectly normal young woman." "She is, except in one area. Whether the changes have affected her internally, well, that's for you to find out," Nurse Griffin replied softly, as so not to be overheard. "Well, you'd better come with me," he said, leading them to his office. He couldn't figure this out. Only a week ago, this person was just a man with boobs. The talk lasted for a while, with Cassie having to prove that a certain physical aspect of Casey still endured. He noted that while it was still there, it wasn't going to be for much longer. "I don't care what anyone thinks. What we have here cannot be explained by any medical journal. This man is being changed by forces unknown. I should know, I've been seeing him every day this week up close," said Nurse Griffin. The doctor was very much being forced to agree with Nurse Griffin. There was no way hormones alone could cause some of the changes that had happened. Even surgery could be counted out. "If we could only discover the secret behind you, transsexuals would be pouring in to get it," he sighed. "You are at this rate going to be a complete woman within the next few days. I think I'll wait till then to see if you've been affected internally, though I already suspect the answer is yes." They left the hospital, leaving the doctor to question his own beliefs. "You told me that Angela said it was a magic fortune cookie. I'm inclined to believe her, being as science has drawn a blank," said Nurse Griffin as they headed home. She decided to get on the phone and talk to Newman the moment they got in. "How are we going to explain you to the authorities? No one is going to believe you to be anything but a woman born and bred," she said to Cassie. Cassie was even developing all the mannerisms too. "I tell you, that when she arrives, there will be no chance of her being confused with Casey. Her hair, her voice, even her face has altered. I'm just wondering how her birth certificate and other documents can be altered?" she said over the phone. Her voice was desperate. In the medical profession, religion and magic were nonentities. Only medicine and surgery could cure people, even alter their appearance. For Natasha Griffin, those beliefs were being strongly questioned. She put down the phone and turned to Cassie. "You'll be starting college again pretty soon. How much more you'll change is to be seen. We need to find a way to convince the government that Casey Williams has become Cassie Andersson." "I see your point. If the doctors can't explain me, how can anyone else?" she said. "I know I've asked you this before, but you still know Casey, don't you?" Nurse Griffin asked. "And I'll tell you again, I still hold his thoughts and memories. I've just got to remember not to tell anyone about it!" Cassie replied. She still held Casey's obsession with studying. She still needed to learn a few things about being a girl though - and that meant how to handle boys. Nurse Griffin had taken some photos of Cassie to present to Dean Newman. He had wanted a progress report, and this was perhaps the best way. He was very much inclined to believe that Cassie was a totally different person altogether. "I think this will help her. Everyone knew Casey and hated him for being a model student. Nobody knows Cassie and that can only allow her room to fit in," she told him. "As long as she doesn't become Casey again. She must mix in with the other students. For her sake," he replied. "But it appears Casey is gone for good," he said to himself in a whisper. Nurse Griffin took note of that and went to see Angela. She told her that Cassie must be made welcome and treated with hospitality. Angela wanted a report on Cassie's appearance but didn't get one. Nurse Griffin decided that she could wait until she arrived. The only thing she got was that she would be greatly surprised when she did see her. It left her impatient for that day to arrive. Phil was getting greatly fed up with Mike. He had witnessed him time and time again chatting up girls and trying to kiss them - at least. None of these girls knew about Julie and she was never around. He wished that she would be around to see this, but she always hung out with the other cheerleaders at different venues. Phil was keen to give Mike a piece of his mind, but didn't wish to wind up in Newman's office. Mike had extended the blackmail to cover his flirting. He sometimes met up with Angela, who explained that she was expecting a new roommate soon, but wouldn't go into details. He was surprised when she told him she knew about Mike's flirting. "But how come Julie doesn't know?" he asked. "Surely the news has reached her?" "It has, but she's convinced that he's devoted only to her. Any other girl would be jealous with rage," she said. "So, any luck with the girls yourself?" she added after a pause. "Nope, I'll guess I'll be single forever!" he sighed. "I hope it isn't that way. There's got to be a girl out there somewhere," she said, crossing her fingers behind her back. Part 12: "Cassie! Time to get ready," called Nurse Griffin, as she prepared for work. A little over a week had passed and the time had come for Cassie to introduce herself. "Just taking a shower," she called from the bathroom. Cassie had recently undergone what was the final change. She now was female entirely. A further hospital visit had proven that she was female internally too. Her hair now hung below her shoulders; she had recently had it permed too. She now sported D-cup breasts. All that remained of Casey was his brains. This pleased Nurse Griffin, a blonde herself who was glad to see someone else defying the stereotype. Cassie came down a while later, dressed in casual wear: A white polo, knee-length denim skirt and high-heeled boots. She also wore a light- blue cardigan. Nurse Griffin had to admire her. Cassie was easier to coach than she could have imagined. Some feminine mannerisms and habits had come naturally, thus enforcing her growing belief that this was some sort of magic. "Angela is going to freak out when she sees you, Cassie! You look every bit a woman." "I feel every bit a woman too! I feel so alive!" replied Cassie, her face beaming. "Well, I hope you've got a brick in that handbag. The boys will be chasing you like mad!" "A brick? Come off it. I'm not that nasty!" she chuckled. "You never know. Some boys don't take no for an answer. And finally, you don't know anyone; just remember that." They arrived at the college and they headed for Mr. Newman's office first. "Mr. Newman, Miss Andersson is here to see you," said Nurse Griffin. "Okay, show her in," he said. When he looked, his eyes were agog. He motioned for Nurse Griffin to shut the door. "Is this her -- I mean him?" he said quietly. He was in shock. "It is me, if you mean Casey," said Cassie. Newman heard her voice and sat back down. "I don't believe it! If this is true and this attractive young blonde woman was indeed Casey Williams, then there are powers beyond understanding." He reached for the jug of water and filled a glass. "It really is me! I can still remember you having that meeting to move me away from Phil Woods." Dean Newman was taking a while to recover. The change that Casey had endured was beyond incredible in his opinion. When he did recover, he tried his best to regain his usual composure. "Miss... Andersson, you need to remember that you are new here and..." he said, but was cut short. "Nurse Griffin has already told me about that, sir. I'm sure I can manage," said Cassie. "Well, your forms just need to be signed, Miss Andersson," he finished. He produced some forms from his desk and put them in front of her. She read them carefully and signed her name on each. She had been told to practice this for the past week. "Well, Cassie, welcome to Westbridge College. Nurse Griffin will show you to your dormitory," he stood and shook her hand. "I don't think he believes it's me!" said Cassie to Nurse Griffin as they headed for the dormitory she already knew. "I don't think anyone will ever believe it, to be honest. Even I don't, and I've been watching you for a few weeks," she admitted. Going to form, Cassie was introduced as though she didn't know Angela. As soon as they closed the door, that was all dropped. Angela's reaction was similar to Newman's, but more vocal. "Casey? Is that really you?" she exclaimed "Yep, it's me!" she smiled. "Just look at you! You look fabulous! I just can't believe its happening!" she said, her excitement showing. "So, anything happened while I've been away?" Cassie enquired. "Nothing of real note. The team won their opening game. Mike got the winning touchdown and now thinks he's king of the world. To be fair, he did play well, but nowhere near as good as he's making out. It was a good performance by all, to be truthful, especially by Phil," she said, calming down. She looked to see if her last words would have an effect. "So, how's the boy of my dreams?" said Cassie. "Still single, still wishing for Miss Right to come along. I've noticed that his friendship with Mike is becoming strained. They've never been that close, but there's something going on." "How so?" "Not sure. He's probably jealous of Mike's ability to get girls. But I think there's more to it than that. It appears one has a hold over the other. I can't say any more than that. Just beware of Mike; that's all," said Angela "Why? What's wrong with him?" "He's a flirt, and a big one at that. You already know what a conceited pig he is. He thinks he's God's gift to women and he believes he has a divine right to any woman he meets. It only helps feed his beliefs that most girls find him alluring. You have to admit, he has the looks. If he sees you, he'll be wanting you badly." "But I'll just tell him no then," replied Cassie. "'No' is not in his dictionary when girls are concerned. Didn't you listen to what I said earlier?" "What about you then? Surely you didn't?" "I did at first, then when I saw what he was, I showed him my temper! Besides, you know about Matt?" "Yeah, you've said," said Cassie, remembering that Angela did have a temper. "But, let's talk about you again. The hair, the clothes, the makeup: You have been living life to the full it seems." "I have, and I admit, I LOVE IT!" Cassie squealed. They talked for ages until Angela left for her next class. Cassie would begin her classes the next day. She was reminded about how hot she looked: Boy magnet. "Nothing wrong about that; just make sure that you remain in control. Don't give boys the idea that you are easy!