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SRU - The Prom Date
"I don't believe this!" said Paul as he arrived at his usual table to eat
his dinner.
"Don't believe what?" asked his best mate, Mark.
"I've just asked Yvonne to go to the prom with me and she told me to get
lost!" replied Paul.
Paul had had his eyes on Yvonne for ages. Yvonne was one of the hottest
looking girls in their year, her light auburn hair fell below her
shoulders and her lips were begging to be kissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mark, feeling sorry for Paul. "So, who are you
going to ask now?"
Paul just looked down at his dinner, stabbing away at his fries with his
fork.
"I don't know. I've finally managed to pluck up enough courage to ask
her, and well, it's over!"
"Don't panic. Theres bound to be a girl who'll say yes. Don't give up,"
said Mark, giving Paul a consoling glance.
"I suppose so," he sighed. "You're right Mark, I should just pick myself
up from this and ask someone else."
Paul was no nerd nor jock. How he failed thus far to get a girls
attention was maybe down to his obsession with Yvonne. Maybe her snubbing
him was a good thing, he could now advertise himself as available.
Mark had been his best friend for the past few years. They were in the
same class and shared many interests. Paul was just a tad jealous at the
moment for Mark had found a date for the prom whereas he hadn't.
"How come you got lucky?" he asked Mark.
"I just went up and asked her," replied Mark.
Mark had managed to get a nice looking blonde called Jennifer to be his
date.
"If you're so good with girls, why not ask one to go out with me?" he
asked Mark.
"Still no luck?" asked Mark.
Paul shook his head.
"Okay, I'll ask some for you. But no guarentees," replied Mark.
"Thanks mate."
Mark did try to get a date for Paul but was having no luck either. Most
were already taken.
"Why not?" he asked one girl.
"No offense, but Paul isn't my type," she replied loftily.
"Stuck up bitch!" he muttered as he turn his back on her.
Paul was still trying too, but with just a week to go, he couldn't find a
girl.
Mark had even resorted to asking his own date, Jennifer for help.
"Sorry Mark, but my friends have already got dates. I appreciate what you
are doing for Paul. Sorry I can't be any help," she replied.
* * *
Mark wondered around town that weekend trying to think of a solution. He
felt guilty about having a date while Paul didn't.
"It's gonna take something like magic to get Paul a date at this rate!"
he thought to himself. Then, just as he was passing a row of shops:
"Spells R Us? A magic shop - maybe the answer lies in here!" he thought.
With that, he went in.
"Good morning!" came a voice. "Another customer?"
"Just come out of the bath?" said Mark upon seeing the old man behind the
counter.
"Oh, this?" he pointed at his bath robes. "I just find them comfortable.
Now, how can I help you, young sir?"
"Well, I'm here on behalf of my friend. He needs a prom date and with the
luck he and myself are having, I thought it would take magic to solve the
problem," explained Mark.
"Oh, magic can be a solution," said the old man. "You want to help your
friend or maybe yourself too?"
"No, just my friend. I'm ok, no help needed on my account," said Mark.
"Well, if you insist. I thought you might actually, but whatever," said
the old man. He went to a shelf and retrieved a bottle. "Take this to
your friend and have him drink it on the night of the prom. His date will
show up soon after."
Mark looked at the bottle with wonder. "He just has to drink it and a
girl will magically appear?"
"Yes, I believe so," said the old man.
"Well, I hope it works," said Mark, paying the old man for the bottle and
heading out.
* * *
He found Paul as usual on the Monday and gave him the bottle during
lunch.
"You must be out of your mind?" he said. "I'm not into this hocus pocus
stuff. Leave that for October 31st."
"But if it does work and you get your dream date?" remarked Mark.
"If you say so, but if its fake, then I'm going to make you pay."
Mark felt a little tense, heading for the prom. He hoped that this worked
for his sake and for Paul's.
He was meeting Jennifer there, but decided to find Paul first.
Paul was dressed in what was his best suit, hoping to impress the date
that was promised.
"Got the bottle?" asked Mark.
"Yep, and I hope it works. Bottoms up," he replied, and unscrewing the
cap, downed the contents in one. "Not a bad taste. Hopefully the girl is
just as nice."
"Well, I'll be seeing you. Got to find Jenny," said Mark.
Mark headed towards the carpark, where he had agreed to meet her. He had
barely reached the carpark when he suddenly felt odd.
"I feel strange," he said, holding his stomach, his vison suddenly
blurry.
He looked at his hands and noticed the nails growing longer. The fingers
were also becoming more slender.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed. He noticed that his black hair was growing
out too. He headed for the nearby copse and hid while he tried to figure
out what was happening. He watched as his clothes also started to change:
his pants were lengthening, covering his feet, then the legs merged into
a lengthy skirt. The light was dim with the trees casting shadows, but he
knew that the skirt had also changed to a lighter color. His shirt
changed next, changing color to match the skirt and merging with it. The
sleeves vanished and his shoulders were suddenly bare: he was now wearing
a strapless dress. A bra had also appeared underneath to support his
newly formed breasts. His jacket now changed, to a velvet shoulder
warmer. His bow tie had become a silver necklace. He couldn't fail to
notice his shoes were now high heeled. The finishing touch was his
shoulder length hair magically putting itself into an updo. He was horror
struck. He felt for something and found it gone. He broke down into
tears. While crouching, he noticed a purse on the ground.
"Who's crying?" came a girl's voice.
Mark looked around for the voice and saw Jennifer approaching him.
"Marcia? That you?" she said. "What's the matter?"
"Marcia?" said Mark in surprise, almost choking at the sound of his
voice.
"Why, what else do I call you?" asked Jennifer. "Whats up? Afraid that
Paul won't like you?"
Mark looked at her in bewilderment.
"Lets go to the restroom and get you sorted out. I doubt Paul wants to
see you crying," she added.
Mark was in shock but curious all the same. He had become Paul's date?!
He followed Jennifer out of the trees and towards the school building.
"Wow, you look stunning!" said Jennifer, as they came into the light.
Mark was keen to see himself. When the they both arrived at the ladies
toilets, they found it already full, with girls all making last ditch
adjustments to their hair and make-up.
Mark finally got around to getting a mirror to look in. He felt odd being
in a room full of girls, in a place where boys were prohibited, but he
looked at his face in awe. The face he saw was not too unlike his own and
but definitely a girls face. His ebony black hair shone, pinned up in an
attractive updo. Pearl drop earrings hung from his ears. His lips were a
rich cherry red, matching the color on his long manicured nails. His
strapless dress was light blue and shimmered in the light.
"Well, are you going to dry your tears?" asked Jennifer, who was now
standing beside him, touching up her own make-up.
Mark just glanced at her and opened up the purse he now had. He took out
some tissue paper and wiped away the tears. He then found some mascara
and touched up his eyelashes in a way that suggested he had been doing it
for ages.
"Paul is going to love you. That dress is just beautiful!" continued
Jennifer.
"Thanks," said Mark. "Who are you dating tonight?"
"Darren of course!" remarked Jennifer. "Told you last week. Talking of
which, I need to find him!"
She left Mark alone in the toilets. He couldn't believe what was
happening.
"I'm Paul's date, Jennifer is now my best friend and is now under the
understanding I've been a girl since birth! Non of this was in the plan!"
he thought to himself. "Did that shopkeeper know about this? He asked me
if I wanted help but I refused it. Did he know how I feel about myself?"
Mark went back to the mirror and touched up his lipstick. "Do I want to
do this?" he thought. "For Paul's sake, yes."
* * *
Paul was waiting impatiently by the school entrance. It had been 20
minutes since he had taken the potion and his faith in magic was growing
thin.
"You're waiting for me?" came a voice.
Paul turned to see a beautiful girl with ebony hair in a light blue
dress.
"And you are?" he asked.
"I'm Marcia, and I'm your date for the prom!" she smiled.
"Wow, that stuff did work. Marcia, you say? My name is Paul Baker and I
have to say, you look amazing!"
"Why thank you," said Marcia. Mark had decided to keep his true identity
secret.
"Shall we go in then?" asked Paul. Offering his hand.
"Of course," said Marcia, taking his hand and allowing him to escort her
in. In reality, she was a bag of nerves. She was worried that something
may go wrong.
At least for now, nothing had. Paul may not have had a girlfriend till
now, but he knew how to treat one. He lead her to a free table and pulled
a chair out for her before going to get her a drink from the refreshment
table. When he returned, he sat down beside her.
"So, where are you from?" he asked her.
"Out of town. Just visiting for the weekend!" said Marcia quickly, hoping
that the next question would be easier.
"Oh well, I hope I can make it all the more special for you!" he added
with a smile.
"Why, thank you," said Marcia with a smile. She hoped that it would be
nothing more.
"Care to dance?" he then said, once they had finished their drinks.
"I'm not that good, mind you," she replied.
"Same here, so we're both in the same boat. I'll just keep it simple," he
smiled.
He lead her to the dance floor, and facing her, put his arms around her
waist. She responded by holding his shoulders.
"You still nervous?" he asked.
"As I said, I've never danced before," she replied. She daren't say what
was really making her nervous.
"You seem to be doing fine," he smiled.
"Beginners luck," she smiled back. For a split second, their eyes met and
she felt more nervous. She shrugged it off and let him continue to lead
her.
After a third piece of music ended, Paul took her over to the buffet
table to get something to eat. She noticed that he had started searching
the crowd for someone.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked, suspecting she already knew.
"Just a friend. I wanted a quick word with him but can't seem to see
him," he said.
"He's sure to turn up. He probably doesn't want to be disturbed," she
said.
"Maybe. It can wait," he said at last.
As they sat eating their food, he began to talk again.
"I woudn't mind seeing you again. Any chance of it happening?"
"I don't know. It would be nice. We may meet again one day," she replied.
"I am enjoying your company!"
"Shall we dance again? You seem to be getting the hang of it," he smiled.
He put his hand on hers. She felt a shiver down her spine.
"I need to go and touch up my make-up!" she said suddenly, getting up.
She quickly headed for the ladies toilets and locked herself in a
cubicle.
"Oh my God! What is happening? I'm going to pieces! I'm not a girl, but a
boy! I just hope this is a Cinderella story and everything is back to
normal tomorrow!" she thought to herself. "I'm just doing this for Paul.
To make his night happy, to make him happy. What am I thinking?!"
Feeling composed once more, she returned to the hall.
"Done?" said Paul.
"Yes, I'm done," she answered.
"Ready to take the floor again?" he added.
She took his hand and soon was dancing once more with him. She felt
comfortable being held by him and this made her nervous.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are one beautiful young woman,"
he said to her.
"And you're not bad looking yourself," she blushed.
She suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach as he leant towards her. She
couldn't help herself as his lips met hers. Before realising it, she was
kissing him back.
When their lips parted, she continued to look into his eyes. She was
confused, horrified by kissing her best friend, yet also enjoying it.
They continued to dance and Marcia was losing herself to him. The boy
half of her felt repulsed and yet the girl half of her was loving every
minute. Paul's manly embrace made her feel protected, wanted.
* * *
Thus when the time to leave came, Marcia allowed him to kiss her once
more.
"I'll walk you home," he said
"No, its okay. I'll manage," she replied, not wanting him to see where
she lived. He knew where Mark lived.
But Paul was insistant and she agreed to let him walk her to the top of
her street. Another kiss marked their parting and she made her way home.
She looked down at herself and wondered what her parents would think,
seeing her like this. She went in the house and went straight upstairs.
"That you dear?" she heard Mark's mother call.
"Yes," said Marcia in a hurry. She went into her room and shut the door.
Not bothering about the light, she took off the dress and all then went
straight to bed.
* * *
Paul awoke next morning still thinking about Marcia. He was keen to tell
Mark about how the potion had worked and given him a beautiful date. He
went down and had breakfast before telling his parents that he was going
to see Mark.
Mark awoke that morning hoping that the evening before had been a dream.
He got up and walked across the room, not caring about the dress lying
there on the floor. He brushed a few strands of hair from his face and
went to the mirror. He could have been Snow White at that moment, for his
hair was still full and long and past his shoulders. His face was pale
and was covered with lipstick and mascara, smudged heavily during the
night. He was still Marcia!
"OH FUCK!" she shouted, not caring that anyone could hear her.
"Oh, you're awake sweetheart," said her mother from behind the door. "But
please, language! I see you forgot to take your make-up off. And please
put some clothes on dear."
Marcia was puzzled further by this. Her mom had failed to notice that her
son was now a girl. He turned to look at his room. He hadn't noticed it
at first, but it was clear it was a girls room now. The walls were pink
and a wardrobe and dressing table adorned the side opposite the window.
The walls were covered in posters of music bands and teenage movie stars.
"I'm still a girl! This is a big problem!" she thought to herself. Even
so, she got dressed in some clothes from her wardrobe: some pants and a
t-shirt. She went to the bathroom to remove the make-up and wash before
going to have breakfast.
Paul arrived at Mark's house an hour later. His mother came to the door.
"Hi Mrs Talbot, is Mark here?" he said.
"Mark?" she replied.
"Yes, Mark. I'm his best friend Paul," said Paul.
"Well, you're mistaken. I have no son called Mark," she said.
"I beg your parden?" said Paul. "But I've been here loads of times to
meet him. Where is he?"
"I don't have a son, just a daughter called Marcia!" she responded.
"Marcia?!" said Paul looking puzzled.
It was at that moment that Marcia came to the door.
"Marcia? What's going on here? This is your house?" said Paul who was now
utterly puzzled.
"Mom, can I speak to him in private?" asked Marcia. She turned to Paul.
"Can we walk a while?"
"Sure, but I want to know what's going on?!" said Paul, sounding
frustrated.
"I want to know too," explained Marcia.
"What do you mean?" asked Paul
She stopped to look at him. "I don't know how to explain this, but, that
potion you took yesterday to get me? I bought it, I'm Mark."
Paul just stared at her. "You what?" he said, half laughing.
"It's true. I am Mark. You have to believe me!" she said.
"You are Mark? Tell me this is a joke," he said.
"It's not a joke. I didn't ask for this but now everyone, including my
own parents, think I'm Marcia."
"If this is true, why didn't you say so last night?" asked Paul.
"I didn't want to ruin your night. If I had told you, in front of
everyone, what would have happened? I just wanted you to have a good
time," she replied.
"So, I find out now. What about your true date?" he asked.
"Jennifer went with Darren. I'm apparently her best friend now. She told
me I was dating you as though it been arranged weeks ago."
"She told you?" asked Paul. "So you didn't know you were my date?"
"I suppose I guessed. I didn't know this would happen."
They had arrived in the park and found a bench to continue their talk.
"So, when you bought that potion, you didn't know this would happen?"
asked Paul.
"No, I didn't. The shopkeeper didn't say anythin, but he did offer to
help me," she replied.
"Help you in what way?" added Paul.
"He didn't say. I suppose he did after all," she sighed.
"How? He turned you into a girl!" said Paul.
"I know, but thats it. I've wanted to be a girl for ages."
"You what?! After all we've been through together, you now tell me this?"
"Yes, I'm sorry it had to come out this way. I didn't want to hurt you, I
just wanted to make sure you had a good time."
"So, this explains why you were nervous?" he said.
"Yes, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong, yet I don't know. I'm so
confused!"
"When you kissed me, you were clearly enjoying it. You didn't think it
wrong at the time," said Paul.
"I did. I can't say anymore," she said, tears now running down her
cheeks.
"You've fallen in love with me, haven't you?" he asked.
She just nodded.
Paul just paused to think for a moment.
"Paul, I'm your best friend, not your girlfriend. I hope you find a real
girlfriend."
"Why should I look for a girlfriend when I already have one: you," he
replied.
"What are you saying?" she asked.
"I want you as a girlfriend. You've admitted you like yourself better
this way. Sure, I'll miss Mark, but I think I'll miss Marcia more," he
said, and with that, he leant in and kissed her.
"You love me?" she replied.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying," he replied.
She leant in and kissed him again.
"I think I can cope with that," she added.
"So, want to go out later?" he asked.
"Sure, but I'll need to go home first," she said.
"Your parents needn't know," he added.
"I think its right they do, but besides, I've still got my slippers on!"
The End
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