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High School Girls A Rings of the Oni Story by Jaana "Three teenage boys find their simple lives completely overturned, and their friendship put to the test, when an unexpected find grants them both nightmare and gift beyond price." *** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex, female transformation and female arousal. You have been warned! *** "Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart." - Marcus Aurelius, 'Meditations' "For I have been a traveler in a strange land." - Exodus 2:22 *** Chapter 1 *** Darren yelled as the floor rushed at him, his books spilling from his hands. His breath burst out of him as he impacted on the floor, his cheek smacking the ground hard. His glasses skittered across the hallway, a lens rolling away from the broken frame. "Ooops" Mike Kowalski smirked down at him, his foot outstretched. "Watch where you're going, geek. I don't want any 'nerd' on my shoe," he commented, and pretended to inspect his foot. His friends laughed, as did some nearby girls. Darren got up, feeling around for his glasses. Mike stepped on his hand, and Darren cried out in pain. "What's that? I didn't hear that. You're supposed to be saying something to me!" "OWWWW! I'm sorry, Mike!" "That's better. I won't be so forgiving next time!" His friends laughed again, following him down the hall, remoras hanging from a shark. Fucking bastard. Fuck him and his fucking suck-up friends, Darren thought savagely. Mike was the star on the school's wrestling team, handsome, built like a slab of muscle. Competition among the girls for his attention was fierce, despite him being an raging asshole. He was always surrounded by friends hoping to benefit from the attention. Bottom feeders, Darren thought disgustedly. Idiots. He picked up his glasses. The frame was broken, and Darren swore. He put them on, seeing the world rendered into both sharpness and blurry dullness. He picked up the fallen lens and ducked into the bathroom. He tried to fix them, but it was no use. He put them back on and looked in the mirror. As usual, he hated what he saw. A weedy, pimply looking teenager stared back at him through the one good lens of his glasses. His Greek heritage came through in the black curly hair on his head and olive skin, but those were the only positive attributes about his appearance. His features were narrow and the eyes large. It was not an handsome face. His slight build and weak chin contributed to his general unattractiveness. Girls never looked at him twice, and rarely even once. Except for Sam and Joe, his best friends, he didn't have anyone. Probably never would. He felt in his gut that he would always be lonely, and it was a knife constantly twisting in his heart. He knew he was intelligent, even charming. Knew he could be a great boyfriend, if anyone gave him the chance. But it was all wasted because of an unlucky roll of the genetic dice. He sighed and left the restroom. *** "So what did you do last night?" Sam asked, shifting the bookbag hanging off his shoulder. He was an unremarkable teenager, his brown hair framing a round face speckled with freckles. But his brown eyes were sharp and keen, darting everywhere, missing nothing. His companion, a stout man whose large jaw and muscled frame gave him the appearance of maturity beyond his seventeen years, shrugged his broad shoulders. "I worked on the transmission. I finally got it assembled!" Joe was a car freak, fascinated by all machines but motor vehicles in particular. He dreamt of opening his own custom hot rod shop someday, and what time he didn't spend with his friends he spent working on his custom Dodge or tinkering with this or that mechanical part. He even kept a small toolkit in his bookbag, 'just in case'. Sam snorted. He, Darren and Joe were lifelong buddies, having grown up together in the small mountain town of Shadow Creek. "Gee, that's a surprise. Is there anything that you do apart from tinkering? Besides wasting time with us, your non-mechanical buddies." Sam looked at him and grinned. "I eat, I shit, and I waste time in school." "We need to find you a girlfriend. Shit, I'm surprised you don't have one already!" Sam was perpetually annoyed at how Joe, with his blonde hair, warm brown eyes and naturally muscular build; could really pick up any girl with ease. But he never did. Sam and Darren frequently encouraged him to, but Joe had always quipped that a girl would have to love cars more than himself before he would date her. Sam's mouth soured. The first time Joe had said that, Sam had exploded, his fiery temper getting the better of him, as it often did. Even Darren, who was normally a quiet guy, had yelled at Joe in frustration. But Joe weathered it, as he weathered everything that came his way, and Sam wondered if he could ever really be phased, by anything. Joe quickly changed the subject. "I know what you did, last night! Even I noticed that the night sky was clear yesterday. See anything interesting?" Sam was an avid stargazer. Joe knew that Darren and Sam, like many other teenage boys, had trouble with the fairer sex. The fairer sex *was* trouble, Joe reflected contentedly, and he was happy to not get involved. His hand and a porno mag would always be enough for him. His true love was for cars. "Oh, it was amazing last night. It was so incredibly clear. I was able to sketch the Andromeda galaxy - normally it's just a blurry blob, but tonight it was incredibly vivid!" "A galaxy? Cool! Is it close by?" Sam winced, but knew that Joe was not the sharpest tack in the box. Still, he was a good buddy. He was looking forward to watching a movie with him and Darren tonight. As friends, they were nearly inseparable, having grown up together. They entered Shadow Creek High School (Home of the Mountain Marlins!) where they met Darren. "Aw man..." Sam said, seeing the broken glasses framing Darren's face. "It's Mike again, isn't it." Joe extended his hand, and Darren gave him the glasses, impelled by the honest, appraising look on his face. Joe took the glasses, and simply studied them as an interesting problem to be fixed. "You can't just let this keep happening, Darren!" Sam cried. Sam, on the other hand, was a meddler, quick to anger, but fiercely loyal. In older days, Sam had bullied Darren much as Mike bullied him now. The difference was that Sam and Darren had been ten, not nearly 18, and those encounters had actually grown into an honest friendship. The thought of being friends with Mike made Darren want to puke. "I don't want to talk about it, Sam! I appreciate that you're trying to help, but it won't matter. In less than two weeks he's just going to be a bad memory, anyhow!" School was ending, the end of their final year. Sam fumed and Darren punched him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about that jerk, Sam. We've got other things to worry about. Final exams, and getting our diplomas." "I still think you should stand up to him. You did to me, way back when." Joe had pulled out his small toolkit, and soon handed Darren's glasses back to him. "There. That resin should hold until I can solder the frame." "Thanks Joe. Double rainbow all the way!" They chuckled at the reference. Darren drew comfort from their concern and their friendship, but knew it was not in his nature to stand up to anyone. He had always wondered why he had finally decided to stand up to Sam. Maybe it was kismet. "C'mon, school's starting. Let's go." They entered into the school, reluctantly leaving the sun outside. Summer was starting and the days were getting warmer. *** "Remember guys, tonight it's Prince of Persia!" Joe groaned. "You know it's gonna suck. It's another fucking video- game retread." He took another big bite of his burger. "Uh-uh. I heard it's actually pretty good," Sam muttered off-handedly, staring across the cafeteria. Joe followed his gaze, half-knowing what he would see. Amy Feldman, of course. Sam had been lusting after her for the better part of the year. And why wouldn't he, he thought, chewing slowly. She was very pretty, quite sexy. She had a strong face, sharp nose, and those shoulder- length blonde locks threaded through with beads and plaits made her stand out from the other girls. Her body wasn't bad either - trim and athletic, small pert boobs and just enough hip and ass to stop her from being a board. Sam's far-off gaze was not lost on Darren either. "Jeez Sam, let it go already! You asked - twice! The first time she let you down easy. The second time should have been a huge hint!" Sam winced. The memory of Amy scornfully calling him 'thick' was still painful. He wasn't thick, he thought resentfully. He just wanted to make sure. Unfortunately, the second time made it very clear that she wasn't interested in him. Life's unfair, he thought as he jabbed a french fry into a gob of ketchup. They would be good together. She was smart, and showed it frequently in classes, nailing their teachers with insightful questions that left them stammering or blocking. The very way she had called him 'thick', where other girls would have settled for 'stupid' or 'moron', made her different from the others. Usually showing talent or intelligence at anything other than sports garnered you scorn and got you called a nerd, a geek or worse. But Amy was also good at sports too. He remembered when he had seen her swim that one time. The thought of her in that sexy red one-piece... He lingered on the mental image, feeling his cock start to swell, and dashed it. I am thick, he thought dully. And ugly. And a geek. Why would she go out with me? It's a fantasy. He took some shallow satisfaction from the knowledge that as far as he knew, she hadn't gone out with anyone else either. "Stop sulking, Sam. After all, there's plenty of fish in the lake," Joe said philosophically and Darren laughed. "What?" "The sea, Joe. Plenty of fish in the sea!" "Whatever," Joe said contentedly, taking another bite. "You guys know what I mean." Their needling never phased him. He knew it was good- natured, and knew he was a bit of a blockhead. He didn't mind. "Yeah." Darren smiled. "Joe's right, Sam. At least you had the guts to go and ask her. Lots of guys wouldn't even be able to do that!" "Yeah, I know," Sam said dispiritedly. I don't want other fish, he thought. I just want her. Taking his mind off of it, he asked Darren, "Speaking of guts - you need to stand up to Mike. I mean it. Thugs like him won't ever leave you alone, unless you show them you won't take their shit." Darren turned to his sandwich. "Leave it be, guys." "We're your friends, Darren. You know you can count on us. But we can't always be at your side," Joe said, looking down. Where did his burger go? Damn, did he eat it already? He was still hungry. He got up. "I gotta get some more grub." Darren and Sam watched him leave, then Sam turned to Darren. "He's right. We can't -" "Let it go, Sam! It's my business, not yours!" Sam flinched. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll just say this, and drop it. At some point in your life, you're going to have to take a stand. And the sooner you do it, the happier you will be." Darren scowled, annoyed. Happy? He somehow didn't think he'd ever be truly happy. But as long as he had friends like Sam and Joe, he thought he could at least be content. As for Mike... he mentally shrugged. In less that a year, he'd be gone. MIT. Harvard. Some far-off university where he could be among people like himself - intelligent, creative and educated. He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of leaving Sam and Joe behind. But these were the days of the internet, and he would keep in touch. Come back occasionally. Stephenson was right, he thought. The world is made up of Morlocks and Eloi. He was a Morlock. People like him made the world run. Guys like Mike were the Eloi. They looked good, and did the things that Morlocks couldn't be bothered to do, like sports, or talking to other Eloi. But like the mythical Morlocks, deep down he admired and resented the Eloi, wishing he could be one, but was forever locked out from that glamorous world. *** The sky was dimming, a cool breeze blowing when the three friends met up at Sam's house. The chill of spring was still in the air, but the rocks still radiated the heat of the day and spoke of the promise of summer. They were going to go to the movie together, taking a shortcut through a local park to reach the downtown cinema. Joe's Dodge was temporarily unavailable, its new transmission still lying on a canvas in his room. They talked, laughed, swore and swung sticks, acting like teenage boys, enjoying each other's company. Sam relished the conversation. He loved the simplicity of his life, and felt sorry it was coming to an end. With the end of high school came the onset of maturity, and he was completely unsure what to do with himself. They reached the highway that bisected the park, the trans-canada. It was busy, but that was not unusual. Many people just passed through Shadow Creek, their vehicles roaring into town to speed away to far-off destinations on this or that side of the Rockies, with nary any impact on the sleepy town. They waited for a gap in the traffic, and raced through. Sam and Darren continued up the ridge on the other side of the highway, but Joe paused, spotting something half-hidden by dried leaves and earth. He would have completely missed it, but a ray of the dying sun had shone upon it and Joe noticed the glint of gold. He reached down and picked up the metal ring. It was brass, or gold, and still warm from the sun's heat. Tiny black letters, their shape and meaning foreign to him, were engraved in the circumference. The ring had no edges and was completely smooth. It was too large to be a finger ring, but too small to be a bracelet. Joe felt a tingling in his hand, and he felt his heart beat faster. He ran after Sam and Darren, who were having a spirited conversation about a video game, Sam outlining a strategy, Darren saying it was horseshit, and then Sam vigorously defending it. Sam was always quick to feel and show emotion. The tingling did not stop, and Joe felt himself sweating. He felt a sudden strange desire running through him. His crotch started to swell. "What've you got there, Joe?" Sam asked, seeing Joe stare fixedly at something in his hand. "I dunno. Some sort of ring, I found it by the side of the trans- canada." The strange desire built. "Hah!" Sam said. "It looks like a cock ring!" The words lanced through Joe. He immediately knew that it was exactly that. He felt an insane urge to slip in on! His cock was a painful bar of steel in his pants. "Like you would know anything about that!" Darren quipped, punching Sam in the shoulder. "I've seen in in porno mags. It helps guys stay erect, I think." "Gah! TMI! TMI!" Darren cried out in mock shock, but it was no big deal. They often discussed sex and the things they'd like to do to women, even though all three of them were still virgins. Darren noticed the hard bulge in Joe's pants and turned away, embarrassed. "Um Joe, I know you're excited about finding the perfect girl, but save it for your bedroom, okay?" Darren said, flushing as he stared into the trees. Sam's eyes darted to Joe's crotch, and he looked at Joe, who at least had the good grace to grow red-faced. "I... I can't help it guys!" He unzipped his pants, and Sam was shocked when he unabashedly pulled out his cock! It was sizeable, almost seven inches, and throbbed. The head was swollen and purple. He slipped on the gold cock ring, sliding it down to its base. The cock swelled even further. "Whoa, this is weird!" Joe cried out. "It feels like it's massaging my cock!" "What, you fucking put it on?" Darren looked over his shoulder, and then whipped his head back. "Jeeesus!" "Quit fooling around, Joe! Like Darren said, save it for the bedroom!" Sam said, somewhat disgusted, but also tempted. Joe relished the sensation of the gentle pulsing for a moment, but then a sudden wave of disgust came over him. Still, the guys needed to experience this! "You guys gotta try this!" Joe pulled the cock ring off his erect penis, and tried to hand it to Sam, who stepped back. "Ew, forget it! I don't want to touch anything your dick has touched!" "Seriously dude, try it - feels damn good!" Joe's cock still felt hot, and was rock hard. He tossed the gold ring to Sam, who caught it on reflex. Joe tucked his erect phallus back into his pants, the bulge still very obvious. "Aw c'mon, this is dumb. You're not seriously going to put it on, are you Sam?" Darren asked. "This is stupid. Let's get going, you two can work out your frustrations some other time." Sam stared at the ring in his hand. It was strange, but now that he was holding it, he felt like he had to try it on. It seemed to pulse warmly in his hand, and an answering throb emerged from his crotch as his dick grew hard. He started to unzip his pants, and Darren, hearing it, felt hot blood flood his face. "Jesus not you too!" Sam didn't reply as he eased his cock out of his jeans. Why was he doing this? Staring at the cock ring, he suddenly felt that it was evil - unclean - filthy! He made a motion to try and throw it away, but was surprised instead when he placed it on his cock, shoving it down to the base! Joe wasn't lying, it felt good. Damn good. Like it was hot and slowly massaging his cock, which grew rock-hard. Joe stared at Sam's cock and he felt saliva flood his mouth, and a sudden heat in his gut. What the hell! He wasn't into dudes! But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam's cock. His own dick was still rock-hard, and precum was staining his boxers. He shifted, trying to get comfortable. His boxers were riding up or something! He plucked vainly at the seat of his jeans, trying to dislodge the red silk panties that now nestled snugly around his hips. Sam pulled the cock ring off and tucked his enlarged dick back into his jeans. It was so hard! He'd definitely need to release some tension tonight! He thought about his favorite porno mags, particularly the one with that long blonde-haired vixen he so loved, and his cock throbbed and he felt some precum smear onto his boxers. Damn that cock ring had felt good! "You definitely gotta try this Darren!" Sam exclaimed, holding out the cock ring, as he wiggled his hips, trying to get his cock and balls into a more comfortable position. He must really be harder than normal, his normally loose boxers were very tight against them. He plucked at his waistband, but he couldn't find the top of his boxers, which had migrated a lot lower when they transformed into a set of lacy white panties! Darren turned around and looked at Sam. "You're joking right?" But he saw Sam's eager face. Unwilling to be left out, he reached out and took it. "Well Sam, if it had been Joe, I'd have said no, but since it's you... but turn around! I'm not going on display for you... I'm not gay like you guys are!" Sam laughed as Darren took the cock ring, but Joe did not. He was feeling flushed and sweaty. Why wouldn't his erection die down! It felt harder than ever, and his balls were pulling tight against his body. It was starting to hurt. Darren felt the cock ring in his hand. It looked and weighed like the heavy metal it was, but felt warm and velvety. To his surprise, he felt himself getting hard. Why not, what the hell... forgetting about his earlier demand for privacy, he unzipped his pants with one hand and pushed them down, then placed the cock ring on his erect penis. It throbbed and pulsed warmly, and Darren restrained a moan at how good it felt. Litle surges of pleasure were shooting into his groin. The pain in Joe's crotch was starting to become intense, but all of a sudden it vanished and he felt a warm, soothing liquid sensation in his groin, almost as if he had taken a good piss. He quickly glanced at his crotch, but it was dry. Relieved, he felt his erection subside quickly, the painful feeling vanishing. Inside his jeans, his red silk panties now clung tightly to a female mound, his cock shriveling quickly into a pink, sensitive bud! In his hips, unnoticed, his new vagina twitched softly. His pubic hair shriveled and softened into a soft triangle of gold down. "Feels good, huh Darren?" asked Sam, who like Joe a moment earlier, was feeling sweaty and flushed, his own erection harder than anything he had ever felt before! But then he sighed as he too felt the warm liquid sensation of his balls pulling up into his hips to become fertile, egg- laden ovaries! He wouldn't be so relieved about his softening erection if he knew it was softening into a tiny pink clitoris. Sam's tangle of brown pubic hair withdrew into an orderly triangle of auburn curls. Darren felt a sudden revulsion, and pulled the cock ring off, his throbbing purple erection bobbing slightly in the cool autumn air. Both Joe and Sam stared at it, and both of them felt a twitching within their groin. Darren tucked his cock away, feeling it throb in his pants. His precum stained the fabric of his briefs, and after a bit of shifting and fidgeting, Darren had on a pair of purple satin panties hidden underneath his corduroys. "This is a weird thing, man," Darren said, feeling flushed and sweaty. He wanted to be gone. The whole experience was weirding him out. "Let's go guys, the movie - remember?" Both Sam and Joe enthusiastically agreed. Darren handed the cock ring back to Sam, embarrassed at how hard he was. Sam unthinkingly put the cock ring in his pocket, and all three left the clearing, leaving behind nothing but a gentle sigh as, like with the other two, a female mound bloomed between Darren's thighs, brown folds thatched with soft black curls. *** All three of them were unaware of their new moist pussies, but the cock ring's effects were not done yet. It coursed through their veins, bringing about new changes, laying magic deeply into their bones. Around them, the world twisted in subtle ways. All three of them felt weird and uncomfortable, as the curse continued to shape their bodies into something utterly alien to their male minds. All three absently scratched themselves as their body hair withered away, and their skins smoothed and softened. "We going to get there on time, Sam?" Joe asked. "I left my damn watch at home," Joe said. He scratched himself. What a pussy you are, letting myself get weirded out back there, he thought. It was just a couple guys fooling around, some male bonding, nothing more! The image of Sam's erect cock popped into his head, and he pushed it back out, but not before he felt more twitching in his groin. Between his hips, a tunnel started to swell, and beads of moisture formed deep within it, starting to coat his new organ with female dew! It gathered in the back of his new vagina, and slowly started to flow. Sam checked his watch. "It'll be tight, but we'll make it." Sam idly scratched at his chest, his nipples felt itchy. Maybe it was because he still felt sweaty. On his smoothing, softening chest, wide pink areola emerged around his thickening nubs, and the hard points pushed through his t-shirt, rubbing against the inside of his coat. Irritated, he unzipped it, enjoying the cool air on his sweaty, smoothing skin. Behind Sam, Darren's nostrils flared as he drank in Sam's scent. It was a subtle, fresh smell, like that of a girl in bloom! He gazed at Sam's back, bemused, a hand scratching his scalp as his hair subtly started to grow. He grimaced as he felt a twinge in his back, and his new mound swelled slightly, his inner walls starting to form pussy cream. Meanwhile Joe was falling behind. He stopped again as he tried, for the umpteenth time, to pull his boxers out of the crack of his ass. He kept trying to, but his silk panties were simply digging in deeper into his crack as his ass cheeks swelled, rounding and smoothing into feminine orbs! Joe moaned as the panties tightened on his hip, the gusset pulling tight against his sensitive mound. He felt an unfamiliar throb in his hips as his vagina swelled and started to lubricate. "C'mon Joe!" cried Sam. "We're late enough as it is! Get your ass in gear!" "Alright, I'm coming!!!" Joe yelled as he ran to catch up, his feminine ass jiggling beneath his jeans. He didn't know what the hell was going on inside his pants, but he'd find out when he got to the theater. He patted his ass. Jeez, he was packing on the pounds. The three boys made it to the movie theater just in time, the encroaching darkness of the night helping to hide the slow changes developing to them. They each paid for their tickets, Darren's voice cracking as he said, "C'mon - it's almost starting!" and he and Joe went on ahead. Sam didn't hear him, he was staring into his wallet. He plucked out his driver's license. The photo of a long-haired redheaded girl stared back at him, the name besides it reading SAMANTHA JONES. Fuck! What the hell was this? Somebody was playing a prank on him, he thought angrily as he shoved the license back into the wallet. His lower back was hurting too. What a weird night this was turning into. He disappeared into the dark theater, where it was impossible to notice that his brown hair was now a beautiful auburn. All three of them joked and laughed at the trailers like young men often do, then they settled in as the movie began. But Joe couldn't stop fidgeting. "Ants in your pants?" quipped Sam, as Joe tried to get comfortable. The pain in his back was very sharp and strong, and he wiggled his hips trying to get some relief. He tried slumping back and opening his thighs, but instead of the relief he sought, he instead felt the shocking sensation of fleshly, alien lips parting between his thighs, and the even more horrifying feeling of liquid slipping out from between them! His eyes bulged and he lunged out of his chair, knocking over his drink and eliciting shouts of anger and dismay from Sam and Darren as he got into the aisle and ran out of the theater room. "What the hell is Joe's problem?!?" Sam asked, as he rubbed a swelling nipple. Odd... his chest felt flabby. He rubbed the saucer-shaped mounds again, feeling an unfamiliar throbbing in his pelvis. "Beats me," answered Darren as he fidgeted, trying to get comfortable, his panties riding up into his swelling ass, a nasty pain emanating from just above his backside. *** Joe ran to the bathroom, his eyes wide, feeling a slippery, sliding sensation between his thighs as his new passage lubricated! More pussy cream slipped out, forming a wet line on the gusset of his new panties. "Oh shit... Oh shit...." he thought, "I'm bleeding... or I've peed my fucking pants..." But deep down, he knew he was feeling something else, something impossible. He felt another deep throb in his hips, and the wet feeling grew. He got into the men's room and quickly entered a stall. He was struggling to undo his jeans when his hips bucked once, twice, three times! He bit his lip hard in pain and a loud crack could be heard coming from the stall, followed by a ripping sound! Joe, shaking, felt a cool breeze on his ass, and particularly on a wet spot on his crotch. He stared, wide-eyed, over his shoulder and saw that his hips and ass had torn open the seat of his jeans! Worse, he could see that his ass was swollen, round and hairless, and he could see red silk panties riding up the deepened crack, giving him a classic womanly 'whale tail'. His jeans were changing as he watched, the fabric knitting together and changing color, leaving his legs to form a black ruffled skirt, hiding his ass from sight. "Oh my god... what the fuck... what the fuck..." he whispered, and then shut up as he heard the door to the washrooms open and raucuous male voices come in. He fumbled with the skirt, yanking it down over his wide hips. He moaned as he got them down, revealing soft, hairless, womanly thighs, and between them, his panties cupping a soft, curving female mound! The gusset was decorated with a wet oval. He felt another deep, pleasant throb in his groin, and the wet oval grew. Unwilling to believe his eyes, he pulled the panties away from his mound, and inside, he could see strands of female come connecting the gusset to thick, female labia! The strong odor of aroused pussy rose around him, and outside the stall he heard someone shout, "Wooooo! Somebody's got it on! Save some of that pussy for me, willya!" Joe's mouth was open in a soundless scream. Behind his shirt, his erect nipples pulsed, and started to push out through the t-shirt, which was fast becoming something else. *** "Maybe we should go and check on Joe?" Darren suggested. "He didn't seem too hot." Darren tucked his hair behind his ears and looked over at Sam, who was curled away from him. "Sam? You okay man?" Darren asked. "I'm okay," Sam answered in a curiously high pitched voice. "Go and check on Joe." He remained curled away from Darren. Darren threw him a curious glance and then got up. It felt good to get up, his back was aching fiercely. And he was gaining weight, he had never felt his chest wobble like this before. He brushed his hair back again, irritably. He needed a haircut, too. He walked down the dark aisle, unaware that his shirt was lengthening, sliding down around his hips, becoming a glossy silk! He felt strange and uncomfortable, something was tensing in his hips, throbbing gently! He stopped as he felt a strange feeling of moistness between his legs. His pants started to tighten around his legs, the material transforming from corduroy into something sleeker and thinner. His pantied mound became suddenly visible as his pants finished transforming into pantyhose, but then the hem of his lengthening shirt hid it once again. Darren shivered as he suddenly felt his legs become cold, and rubbed one with his hand. And rubbed again. Wide-eyed, he felt the pantyhose covering his smooth thigh, and when he straightened, he suddenly felt the new fabric of his shirt tighten around his chest. He looked down, black curly hair slithering down around his face. His shirt was gone - instead, the shimmering light of the movie screen revealed a white floral dress! Pantyhose-clad legs emerged from beneath them, and he could see cleavage as soft mounds started to push out the front of the dress! His back bucked, involuntarily, with a cracking sound. His new dress cinched itself around his waist, a silver corded belt appearing out of nowhere! Something pulsed wetly in his hips, and Darren suddenly felt a hot warmth in his groin! He moaned and dashed for the exit. Between his legs, the gusset of his panty sported a small, slick line of pussy cream. *** Sam heard Darren get up and leave, and writhed soundlessly in his seat, one hand snaked under his shirt to cup a heaving, sweaty breast! What the hell! This was impossible! The thick, erect nipples pushed into his hand as the breasts continued to push out of his chest, and he could feel a corresponding throb in his groin as unfamiliar muscles pulsed. He had to get out of there! He tried to get up, to move, but the pain in his back was paralyzing him. He arched it, desperate to get some relief, and the flickering light of the cinema showed swelling, curvy female breasts straining against his t-shirt. A loud crack echoed through the cinema, causing the patrons to look about. Sam stared down at his swollen chest, and then stared wide-eyed at his newly widened hips. Staring behind him, he could see that his ass was more padded than before. He got up, and abruptly thrust a hand into his pants. He felt soft fabric covering a warm, curving flatness. He pressed, and discovered a gulley in that flatness. Okay. He was turning into a girl. Okay. He felt curiously calm. It had to be a dream. A hand raised, hefting the swollen girlflesh on his chest. A really good dream. Slender, pale fingers pinched the thick, pink nub through the shirt, and he felt someone pinch his nipple, the sensation shooting through his body and down to his groin! He felt an unfamiliar muscle between his thighs clench wetly, and then slowly relax, and he felt something in his hips swelling with female need! IT WASN'T A DREAM! Sam gasped and lurched from his seat, his wide hips swaying, his panties visible only for a moment as the pants warped and shifted, changing into a short denim skirt! He gaped at it for a second, seeing pale feminine legs emerging from beneath it, and then he bolted for the exit, his breasts swaying wildly, a slippery, slimy feeling between his legs. His long auburn hair brushed his shoulders. *** Joe writhed on the toilet, both hands on his mouth, as he arched his back. A hot, wet pleasure was rising in his hips, and as he arched his back, his D-cup breasts thrust out, barely restrained by the babydoll T and lacy black bra that he was now wearing. His jeans were no more, instead a short black skirt with ruffles lay pooled around his feet, which were nestled inside strappy sandals. The red silk panties, their gusset wet with Joe's female juices, were stretched between his knees. Between his pale, feminine thighs, a golden-thatched pussy was quivering, his folds shining with juices. Above it, a swollen, smoothly rounded bud had pushed out from underneath its hood. His labia parted, revealing a pink, creaming hole. "...u...u" Joe gasped, his hands not quite covering up the sound of his strangled moaning. He shoved a slender, white hand between his ruby lips and bit down hard as he could as he felt the pleasure crest! His new pussy clenched, hard, and then he felt a spasmodic thumping and flexing, as if his female tunnel was grabbing and releasing, grabbing and releasing! He felt an aching, empty sensation inside of his hips and was horrified when he realized he wanted it filled with something hard! He felt his girl juices slip out of his thumping, flexing vagina, flowing over his swollen nether lips and drip into the toilet bowl. He felt a tickling around his neck as his straight blonde hair flowed down to his shoulders and past it, reaching to mid-back in a shower of gold. Slowly the quivering and thumping stopped, and Joe pulled his hand from his mouth, not registering the taste of blood. His delicate folds quivered and slowly closed over his girlhood, and Joe struggled not to scream or pass out. *** Darren stood in the empty theater hall, his mind reeling. A few moviegoers were patronizing the snack stand, and nobody noticed the girl wobbling in the dim light of the hall. Darren struggled to stay standing as his runners somehow turned into a pair of black heels! His curling black hair fell on either side of his smooth, feminizing face to lay gently across the pert B-cup breasts he now sported. His thighs were pressed together in a vain attempt to stop the wetness in his groin, but instead the pressure on his inflamed mound only made it more hot and more slippery! His mouth worked soundlessly as he felt a throbbing, pulsing pleasure fill his groin, rising on a tide of wet heat. "Dana?" Darren, shocked, whirled around. It was Tony, a handsome sophomore, admired by many of the girls at school for his suave, worldly air and by the boys for his easy-going charm and good nature. He had stepped out of the bathroom, his face was filled with concern, pausing while his friends walked back into the movie theater. "Are you okay?" "Yea-AA!" Darren cried out as he lost his balance and pitched forward, the treacherous heels buckling under him. Tony grabbed him, holding his close to stop him from falling and Darren stared into his face, wide- eyes, as his new pussy throbbed and creamed! His breasts were crushed against Tony's hard chest, and Darren was certain Tony could feel his erect nipples pushing through his dress. "Whoops! Got you. Are you okay? You look dizzy." Tony asked. Darren got a whiff of Tony's masculine scent and it was too much, Darren felt his bud start to tingle and the foreign slit between his legs start to quiver, the pleasure cresting. He knew instantly that if he didn't do something he was going to start moaning and screaming right there in the theater! Desperate he grabbed Tony's face with his hands and kissed him hard as he climaxed! "UH..AH...UH!" Darren moaned as Tony, after a moment of surprise, kissed him back! Darren's mouth opened as the pleasure in his hips spiked, and Tony slipped in his tongue. They french kissed, Darren's strangled moaning muffled as his vagina started to flex and thump! He felt a hard bulge push out of Tony's crotch into his soft belly, and he moaned, his new pussy quivering and throbbing as his juices slid out between soft, swollen nether lips, soaking his panties! His vagina pulsed, wanting to knead and stroke the hard cock pressed against Darren's lower belly. The smell of an aroused woman rose around them, and Tony broke the kiss, his face incredulous. "Holy shit... Dana... did you just...?" Darren flushed so furiously he thought his face would burst into flames. He dashed past Tony and ran down the hall and into the men's room! Tony stared bemused as Dana entered the wrong washroom. What the hell was that? Did she really just come from being kissed? The smell of aroused pussy was still present in the air. If she hadn't come, it had been damn close. Shaking his head, he tried to take his mind off his rock-hard erection and returned to the dark theater. He spent the rest of the film mulling over the encounter. *** Darren ran into the bathroom and collided with with someone, the both of them falling to the floor. Darren pushed himself up and stared at the girl he had just knocked down. Her pale face surrounded large, expressive blue eyes above a pair of full, ruby lips. Long blonde hair fell down over her slender shoulders and onto a baby-T, which was straining to contain a pair of heavy D-sized tits. Her black, ruffled skirt pooled around her hips, revealing pale and smooth feminine legs rising up into perfect female thighs. Beyond them, Darren could see red silk panties cupping a smooth, feminine mound. The gusset was soaked through with juices! Somehow, he knew who the girl was! "Joe?" He asked, trembling on the floor. He slapped his hands to his mouth. A girl had asked the qustion. Joe stared at the girl who had just ran into him. She lied sprawled on the floor, pushing herself up on her arms, her legs spread. Her olive- colored skin and curling, black hair suggested mediterranean ancestry, as did her narrow, oval face, large and bright black eyes, an almost crooked roman nose, and plump red-brown lips. The white floral dress she wore was thigh-length but was pulled up by her sprawled legs, whose slender female shape was highlighted by the black pantyhose she wore. Purple satin panties were visible around her hips, the gusset wet with female come. The cleavage of her dress nicely showed the tops of her pert breasts. Somehow, Joe knew who she was! "Darren?" he answered, hearing his own voice come out low and feminine! "WHAT THE FUCK!" the two girls shouted in unison! Trembling, they both got up, staring wildly at each other, holding onto each other, each aware of the other's soft, female flesh. "What's going on here?" An usher arrived, annoyed. Joe and Darren jumped. "This is the men's washroom. The woman's is down the hall." "We're leaving!" Darren said, shocked at his clear, high-pithched voice, and he left, dragging Joe. "What the hell happened to us?!?" Joe whispered, his voice low and sultry. "Oh fuck, fuck, I don't know... somehow we've turned into girls!" "It can't be. That's fucking insane. We're insane, or this is a horrible nightmare!" Joe moaned in fear. "Let's find Sam." Darren said. "Sam?" "Yeah, I dunno... I think he may be like us, too!" Joe gulped and nodded, and they both ventured out into the hall, just in time to see a girl with long wavy auburn hair, clad in a short denim skirt and a black vest, dash out of the theater and into the lobby, where she passed out of sight. Joe and Darren looked at each other, and then dashed after her, aware of female flesh bouncing almost painfully on their chests, of wide hips rolling beneath short skirts, and of still-wet pussies between their shaking thighs. They left the theater in time to see the girl dart into an alley, and they followed, finding her leaning against a wall, gasping. Her gasping turned into a strangled moan, and then into a soft, feminine grunting as her hips shook and trembled! Joe and Darren looked at each other, embarrassed, realizing that the girl was feeling a thumping, creaming girl's orgasm! Their own pussies twitched sympathetically. After the girl had finished gasping and moaning, she turned around. "Sam?" Darren asked, staring at the sexy redhead. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Her denim skirt was stretched tight across her female hips and below the hem slender feminine legs reached down to black, sparkled slippers. Her black vest was open, and below it a brown sleeveless shirt clung to her hourglass figure. C-cup breasts pushed out her top, the straps of a white bra barely visible on her shoulders. Her long, slightly wavy red hair flowed over a V-shaped face. Bright green eyes, filled with tears, framed a small, pointy nose and generous pink lips. The redhead nodded, and started to cry. Darren just stared, his own eyes filling with tears, and then all three girls were crying, overwhelmed by the shock and the horror of suddenly finding themselves on the wrong side of the gender fence. *** Chapter 2 *** In a park nearby the movie theater, three teenage girls sat on a bench, their arms crossed as they shivered in the cool night air. They didn't seem to notice the chill, however, as they whispered urgently to each other. "Look at this. I noticed it before we got into the theatre, so I don't think it started there - it must have begun when we found that cock ring." "Shit! Mine's changed as well!" "Mine too!" Darren stared at his health card, at the smiling girl above the name "DANA DIODORUS". He had pulled it from a small purse he had discovered slung on his shoulder. He remembered that Tony had called him 'Dana' before... before... he flushed and stammered, "I don't think it's just our clothes and ID guys... I think everybody else sees us differently too." Joe looked up from his ID. It bore the name "JOANNA MAYNARD". "What, you mean..." he started. "I mean the world thinks we're girls, that we have always been girls!" Darren burst out, not wanting to believe it. "That's not possible!" Sam cried out. "How could that be? It would have to be..." "Magic?" Darren supplied. Sam stared at him, and then started searching the pockets of his vest with his slender hands. He produced the cock ring. The others stared at it, at him, and then at each other. "Maybe we can go back!" Joe whispered in a breathless girl's voice, and grabbed the cock ring. Darren and Sam looked at each other, already realizing the sad truth. But Joe just flipped up his ruffled black skirt, revealing his red silk panties, the gusset still wet. He pulled it down and then stared, crestfallen, at the cleft mound he now possessed. He tried pressing the cock ring over where he thought his clit must be, but apart for the pleasurable sensation of something pressing on his soft vulva, nothing happened. "C'mon.." he whispered frantically, "C'mon!" It had to work! It needed to work! He wasn't a girl, damn it! Sam and Darren watched him try, staring at his new golden-thatched pussy. Each of them felt a sinking sensation in the pits of their soft bellies as they were acutely reminded that they, too, now sported cleft, moist vulvas. Joe continued to push on the cock ring, and then started to beat it into his groin with a fist, and Sam and Darren, shocked, restrained him, pulling the ring from his shaking hand. "FUUUUUCK! NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO BE GIRL! OH GOD! PLEASE!" Joe screamed in panic, and Sam and Darren glanced up and down the deserted street! "Shut up you idiot! You think you're going to get your cock back, screaming like that?" Sam growled in his cute voice. "C'mon Darren, it's not working! But there's got to be another way, don't worry, we'll change back, just calm down, please!" Darren pleaded as he saw a man step out of a nearby convenience store. "Everything all right?" the man called out. Darren licked his lips, registering lipstick, and plastered a smile on his face and shouted "It's okay! He...She's just had a messy breakup!" The man shook his head and returned to the convenience store. Sam hugged Joe, who as weeping as he pulled his red panties back up. Darren, numb, sat down on the bench and watched the theater empty as the film they had started watching finished. It was only an hour and a half ago, but it had felt like forever. The three girls watched the crowd slowly scatter, enduring many a lewd look from the teenage boys in the crowd. Darren felt his heart jump into his mouth as he watched Tony with a group of his friends pass by. Tony turned to look at him, and Darren felt his new pussy throb and his heart hammer. He looked like he was going to approach him, but then one of his friends called out and he rejoined them. The three girls sat together silently, their minds racing. Occasionally one of them would start to say something, but the sound of their new female voice would silence them, and they would return to brooding. All three of them jumped at a loud chiming coming from Darren's purse! Darren dug through it, his arms rubbing the sides of his breasts, and retrieved a small cell phone decorated with sparkling beads. He flipped it open and stammered, "Hello?" The voice was tinny but loud, and both Sam and Joe could hear it. "Dana, you're late! I told you a million times, if you're going to go out with your friends, you could at least have the courtesy to tell me! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME!" "Y-yes, Dad." Joe and Sam's eyes widened as Darren flipped the phone closed. "G-go home?" Joe stammered. "I hadn't even thought about it. What are we going to do? I don't want to spend another day as a girl!" Joe suddenly wailed. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist." Darren snapped and all three of them winced at the sudden realization that they really did have panties now. "Sitting on a bench all night isn't going to get us anywhere. My family, at least, thinks I'm a girl. So I'm going to go home, go to sleep, and hopefully tomorrow think of something to do." And with that, Darren walked off, the click-click-click of his heels receding into the distance. Sam and Joe watched him go. Sam stood up, and started to walk away. "Where are you going man?" Joe heard his throaty voice ask, and hated it. Sam turned back to him, shaking his red locks out of his face. "I'm going home, Joe. What the fuck else am I going to do!" he snarled. "This is all your fault, you jackass!" His voice lowered, trying to approximate a man's deep voice, but it came out a cute parody. "It feels like it massaging my cock! You guys gotta try this!" Sam mocked. " 'Seriously dude, try it - feels damn good!' Why did I fucking listen to you?" With tears in his eyes, Sam turned around and stalked off, his ass jiggling beneath his denim skirt. Joe stared after him, the guilt slamming home hard. It really was his fault. But how could he have known? Still, he thought, he had acted like some stupid immature kid. What kind of moron sticks some ring he finds on the side of the road on his erect cock, and right in front of his friends, and then encourages them to do the same? Joe felt the cold evening air swirl around his bare legs, and shivered. Joe stared at the cock ring in his hand. What was he going to do? What if there wasn't a way back? His soft mound still ached painfully where he had tried to force the cock ring on. He heard a rustle in the park behind him, and jumped. He realized, with a shock, that he was a teenage girl, by himself, in the dark, downtown. Ordinarily not a concern, but now he felt horribly vulnerable. He jumped up, stuffing the cock ring into the purse he discovered hanging off a shoulder, and left, acutely aware of the sticky, moist pussy between his thighs. *** Darren looked at the front door of his house with trepidation, unsure of what waited within. Light still shone out of the windows. His parents were undoubtably waiting for him. Darren shivered, and rubbed his hands up and down his pantyhose-clad legs. As he bent over, he was aware of his breasts jostling within his bra. Being a girl was so unlike being a guy. He felt so soft, strangely weak and vulnerable. Everything seemed to get in his way, from his wide hips, to his soft breasts, to his long, curling black hair. Everything about being a girl was... inconvenient. And exciting! He was shocked at the thought, but slowly realized that he did find being a girl exciting. He felt... special. Blessed, even! You're in shock, he told himself. You need to sleep, and tomorrow you'll realize how bad the situation is. Right? Darren glanced at his bike, which he had left outside earlier, leaning against the house. When he had last seen it, it had been a metallic blue mountain bike. It was different now. It was still metallic blue, but it had changed into a more casual riding bike. Everything seemed to confirm to Darren that he had been right - everything had changed, except their own awareness. If this hadn't happened to Sam and Joe as well, Darren thought, he would have thought that he'd gone batshit insane - suffered a psychotic break or something. It was a curse, he realized. The cock ring had cursed them. They needed to find a way to break it. Assuming, he thought, that he survived the parental wrath coming his way. Gritting his teeth, he opened the door and stepped in. *** Sam slipped into his room, gently closing the door behind him and flicking on the light with a pale, slender hand. His house hadn't seemed to change, and as usual his parents hadn't seemed to care that he was out late - they were fast asleep, the house dark, when he had returned. If it weren't for the female flesh jiggling or the soft, feminine clothes he wore it would have felt utterly familiar. But now, he stared at his room, shock rooting him to the spot. It was his room, but at the same time, weirdly altered. It had been girlified! It was the smell that hit him first - the smell of a stranger. A girl. The posters of hot rods and fast cars that Joe had given him were all missing from the walls. However the pile of magazines on his nightstand, the school textbooks on his desk, and clothes scattered everywhere were all familiar. But everything else was different. The posters of hot models in swimsuits, as well as the astronomy posters, were gone, replaced by posters of handsome rock stars or gothy actors. His dresser, whose top was normally covered by sketches and eyepieces for his telescope, now sported small bins and cases of makeup, jewellery and accessories. A nearby bookshelf held dozens of small stuffed animals instead of the astronomy books he had spent so much money on. His telescope was missing completely. He blinked, tears coming to his eyes. That was a low blow. The clothes scattered on the bed and the ground weren't jeans, t-shirts and boxers but instead skirts, panties, bras and tops. It was sort of a relief, Sam thought hysterically, that even as a girl he was still a slob, and he felt tears start to sting his eyes. Shaking, he took a deep breath, unconsciously smoothing his denim skirt. Suddenly he realized how exhausted he was. Without even bothering to undress, Sam shoved clothes and magazines onto the floor and collapsed in bed, feeling his breasts flatten beneath him. In seconds he was asleep. *** Darren winced as he closed his bedroom door behind him, shutting out the ringing shouts of his parents. It hadn't gone too well, and not in the direction he had expected. It wasn't that he had been out late - it was, apparently, the company he was keeping. They had a problem with Joe! Why, they would not say outright. But between mutters that she was a 'bad influence' and 'would lay her astray' (Her? Her!) he had gathered that people considered Joe to be a bad girl, one with a reputation. He'd have to warn Joe about that tomorrow. Aside from that, he realized that he had enjoyed the chewing out. Being yelled at was so parental, and aside from feeling more protective of his female virtue, his parents had not seemed to notice his altered state. He sighed and flicked on the light, looking around. He was surprised. His room didn't look any different! But then he started noticing subtle differences. Darren was a bit of a neat freak, meticulous and organized in many ways, and his room reflected it, with everything in its place and organized according to his needs. Posters of the stars and galaxies, as well as a poster of Einstein, still decorated the walls of the room, but a poster of Marie Curie was new. The bedspread was slightly different, more colourful and embroidered on the edges. A couple of neatly stacked jewellery and makeup boxes sat on top of his dresser. The corner of a panty stuck out from under the lid of his laundry basket, and some of the pencils on his desk were capped with colourful erasers. His computer bore some colorful flower decals. But the differences were really minor. Intrigued, he opened his closet, and frowned. The change was very obvious here. Girl-Darren obviously preferred dresses and skirts to more functional clothing, or maybe this was the influence of his mother. She had only let it slip once, but Darren knew his mom had always wanted a girl. Enjoy it while you can, mom... he thought, because it won't last long. Sadly. Stop it, Darren thought. He closed the closet door, and stared at himself in the mirror. The girl looking back was sexy without a doubt. He couldn't believe he was her! He watched an olive hand rub the girl's cheek and chin, and felt soft, smooth skin. He tittered suddenly, realizing that he'd never have to shave his face again! Weary, he pulled the white floral dress over his head, conscious of the fabric running across his sensitive breasts, causing his new pussy to twitch, and of the female smell of the fabric. He stared in the mirror at the sexy, dark-haired girl wearing a purple satin bra and matching panties, her legs clad in dark pantyhose. The sight made his pussy twitch again, and he was conscious of a growing warmth in his groin. He flushed and turned away from the mirror, his hands fumbling with the clasp of his bra. He finally got it off and stared as the perky breasts on his chest, his dark nipples erect. He hefted one of them, feeling the supple, female flesh in his hand and conscious of his soft mammary being squeezed! He moaned as he felt his vagina throb, the feeling of warmth giving way to a moist clenching, and a vague feeling of emptiness. He couldn't feel it, but his birth canal was coating itself with pussy cream, the warm juices slowly flowing towards his swelling vulva. Female arousal was so strange, so inverted from normal. He pulled off his pantyhose, revealing his slender, feminine legs. As he pulled it off, he couldn't help but stare at the panty-covered mound between his legs. All of his brief adolescent life he had hoped to get some pussy, and now he had gotten one, in the strangest way. He stared at the dried oval stain on the gusset, and blushed, thinking of how he had orgasmed in Tony's arms! The desire to play with a female vulva warred with the apprehension of confronting the core of his new femininity, and his exhaustion weighed in. He decided to leave off exploring to tomorrow, and pulled off the panties, feeling cool air on his hot, moist folds. He tossed the panties into the laundry hamper, and caught of whiff of aroused pussy. His confused male mind reacted to the smell by ordering his penis to erect, but instead a wet, creaming passage swelled and engorged, his female body readying itself for the penetration of a thick, steely cock! The moisture in his vagina doubled. Darren felt the swelling inside his hips. It was incredibly foreign, almost like a cock was swelling, but inside of him! It was accompanied by an aching empty feeling. He quickly rummaged through his underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of white cotton panties, and slipped them up over his hips, feeling them cup his heated, moist pussy. He looked for his PJ's, and but found a soft cotton nightie instead. Smiling (why was he smiling?), he pulled it over his head, and adjusted his breasts within it. Exhausted, he slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep. Between his legs, a spot appeared on the gusset of his panties, quickly growing into a small oval as his pussy relaxed, his juices slipping out. *** Joe opened the front door to his home and slipped in, glad to be back. The walk back had been a nightmare. His pussy had twitched constantly, remaining moist and warm, his mind constantly aroused by the feeling of soft skin, the whisper of female clothing, the soft mounds gently cupped by the bra on his chest, and the swing of his female hips. His large breasts were both arousing and annoying. "Hey Joanna!" Joe froze at the unexpected sound. His brother, Jack, was seated in the living room sofa, watching a late-night horror flick. He turned around, gazing at Joe. "You've gotta check out this flick! It's gotta be one of the stupidest horror movies ever!" He turned back to the TV, where some blonde girl, tentacles writhing from a hole in her chest, was sucking the heat out of what appeared to be some numbnuts frat boy. "Um... I'm tired." Joe startled again at the musical voice coming from his mouth. "I think I'll just head to bed." "Your loss, sis." He turned around, and this time he had an unhappy look on his face as he looked over Joe. "another night on the town, huh. You know, you're going to end up pregnant if you keep dressing up and hunting boys like that." Joe flushed. Where did the prick get off... Frustrated, his voice came out more venemous than he intended. "Mind your own business, Jack!" he hissed, and Jack had scowled as he walked upstairs to his room, his heels making a clack-clack-clack sound on the wooden steps. Each step caused the foreign mounds on his chest to jiggle, and he felt the panties subtly stretch on his cleft mound as he climbed, yet another reminder that he was a girl. "I'm just sayin..." Jack called after him. Fuming, Joe ignored him. As he reached the top landing, a door opened and Joe's mother stepped through, dressed in a nightgown, a vexed look on her pretty face. She had had both Joe and Jack when she was barely out of her teens, and now in her mid-thirties her face, which would have been beatiful in other circumstances, was drawn by stress and worry until it resembled a much older woman's. "Joe... where have you been? It's late, you have school tomorrow!" "I...I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean to come back so late." Joe replied, and was shocked to see his mom wince as if expecting to be lashed. The vexed expression slowly gave way to a surprised expression, and Joe was suddenly conscious of Jack at the base of the stairs, also looking at him with a surprised expression. "What?" Joe asked, suddenly nervous. Did they realize that he was a boy, not a girl? "Nothing!" Both Jack and his mom replied. His mom continued. "Next time let me know, okay? I worry about you." That last was given in a plaintive tone, and Joe stared. What was up with his mom? It was like she was afraid of him! It was very disturbing. Normally Joe had an excellent relation with his mom - both he and Jack had helped her after the death of their father, which had been a devastating blow to them all. They had always been a tight-knit family, each of them looking after the other. Joe didn't like what he was seeing here, but was too tired to try and puzzle it out. He walked over to his mom and gave her a hug, and then went into his room. Behind him, his mother stared at him in shock until the door closed, and then, looking suddenly pleased and almost hopeful, she returned to her own room. As Joe slipped into his dark room, he paused, wondering if it was the right one. There was a musky smell in the room he did not recognize. He suddenly felt dread. Joe flicked on the light and stared. What...the...fuck. This morning, before this whole nightmare had started, his room had reflected who he was and his passion for cars. It had been painted a warm, natural color, though it would have been hard to tell with all the posters of hot rods and diagrams of car engines on the wall. There should have been a red toolbox, and a canvas on the floor containing the parts of a transmission he had been assembling. Instead, he felt like he had wandered into a stranger's room. A depressing girl stranger with issues. The walls were painted black, and were covered with pictures of half-naked men or grungy girl bands. The comforting quilt was gone, replaced by silk sheets, which were rumpled and unmade. Slutty clothing lay everywhere, a lot of it making his current outfit look tame. There was no sign of the transmission he had spent a week teaching himself to assemble. Instead the space was given over to a copious makeup closet. He walked into the room, suddenly very conscious of his girlhood. He picked up a thong off the floor, fingering the silvery material, an expression of disgust on his face. Is that who he was now? Some sort of slut? His male mind reacted to the female garment and the thought of it on a smoking hot girl, and he felt the slit between his legs twitch as it moistened. Disgusted, he dropped it. That 'smoking girl' was him. Joe cast about his room, poking into corners, examining some of the clothing. The more he saw, the more depressed he got. It seemed that Girl-Joe only cared about one thing and one thing only - chasing boys. He tossed aside a pile of Girl Cosmos and tugged some schoolwork out from underneath them, grimacing. A D-? He was no great shakes at school - Darren and Sam usually helped him out - but he had recognized the value of a good transcript and had always worked hard to maintain a B average. Girl-Joe didn't seem to care. He found a dairy on the dresser, and curious, he began to read it. His expression hardened, and as he read on, he turned white. The diary dropped from shaking hands and with a strangled groan, he lurched out of his room and into the bathroom, where he vomited into the toilet. That couldn't be him. That wasn't him. No way. He vomited again, the alien feeling of girlflesh hanging below his shaking chest not improving matters. After wiping his mouth, he shakily got up and returned to the room. He picked up the diary, and methodically started ripping out the pages and ripping them up, tossing the small pieces into the trash. Oh god. Did his mom know he did that sort of stuff? Probably. His mother's strange behaviour suddenly seemed obvious, and he started to cry. A half-hour later, he was