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The Ranger by Cleo Kraft Hofter picked the lock and entered the treasure room. "It's safe. Come on. Let's divide the loot," he said. I entered, followed by Zeke the warrior, Bauronon the cleric and Sardran the bard. I was the ranger of the party and lowered my bow as I ducked in through the short little doorway. "I get the gold," the thief, Hofter, said. "The rest of you split what's left." "Hey, I think some of us should get some of that gold," Zeke said. "My skills got us here. My rules, my gold. We talked about this ahead of time and everyone agreed," Hofter reminded him. "Yeah but I didn't know how much gold we were talking about. There's a whole chest full there. Seems to me like the least you could do is share some," Zeke said. "Stop arguing already and split the loot before we get caught. We didn't kill all the guards you know," Bauronon said growing impatient. There was a silver hammer. The cleric got that. Then there was a two handed longsword. That, of course, went to the warrior. The magic drum went to the bard. The only thing that was left was a small silver ring with a pink gemstone on top. "So that's it then? All I get is this ring here?" I put it on to see what stats it had. "It's not even got stat enhancers. What a rip off." The cleric walked up to me and slapped the ring off my hand and picked it up and showed it to me. "You fool," he said. "It's cursed and now you've got a curse on you. Wait a second. It's early enough. I might be able to cast remove curse on you." He waved his hands around and spoke a few strange words softly to himself then placed a hand on my forehead and I felt a little energy wash through my body. "There," he said handing me back the ring. "Curse removed. Be more careful next time, okay?" "There's another ring here. A blue one," the thief said tossing it to me. "There you go Rex." "He's already got one ring. I should get it. I did all the butchering," the warrior complained. "You got the broadsword," the thief pointed out. "That's worth a hundred times more than those silly cursed rings. Stop your complaining or we'll hire a new tank for our next adventure." "Fine but I'm keeping an eye out on you," the warrior said. When we got back to the village I had my rings identified and appraised at the magic shop. The shop keeper, a white haired old man with a pointy beard examined the rings with interest and held up the pink one and said,"For turning a man into a girl. The other's for turning a girl into a man. Sex change rings. A matching set. Your cleric misidentified them as cursed because the magic works slow on these particular rings. The longer you wear one the more changes you can expect to have until the transformation is complete. An interesting aspect about them is that if a man wears this one at the same time a woman wears the other they will transform into each other over time. These belonged to an evil trickster, The Marionetter, I believe. They're hundreds of years old. There is supposed to be a way to speed up the transformation but you'll have to research that on your own, I'm afraid. Where did you get them?" "The usual channels," I told him. "So, how much?" "No one's going to want those except maybe a cleric. Might come in useful for reversing a sex change spell," the shop keeper said. "I'll give you one hundred gold each for them. Throw in an extra hundred if you sell me both. Three hundred total." "Is that all? The others in my group got way more valuable items," I complained. "I'm sorry. It's just that there's not many people who're willing to own, let alone use rings like that on themselves if the transformation's that slow," he said. "How slow, exactly?" I asked. He shrugged. "Days... weeks... months... Who knows? You'll find out though once you use them. That's for sure. So, you selling these?" "Not at that price. No. I'll find another buyer I guess," I said heading out the door. I then muttered to myself,"Changes you into a girl... humph!" I went to the local tavern, the Dancing Duckling, and ordered up some ale. Nessa, my favorite waitress because she had fiery red hair and gorgeous green eyes, came over to me with my drink. "What are those?" she asked nodding to the rings I set out on the table. "Sex change rings. This one turns girls into boys. The other changes boys into girls," I said. "Slowly though. Shopkeeper tried to rip me off. Was only giving me three hundred for the pair. If a guy and girl wears them at the same time they'll eventually turn into each other." "I'll buy that one," she said pointing to the one with the blue gemstone on top. "Huh? Really?" I asked. "Sure," she said. "I've always wished to be a man. Now's my chance. I'll give you five hundred for it. It's my entire life's savings but I don't care. Tired of working in this place anyway." She took off and tossed down her apron. "Five hundred seems fair," I said. "Seems such a waste though. You're a very beautiful woman. Hate to see you change anything about you." "I'm sure that's sweet but I'd still take being a man any day to what I go through," she said. "So, you sellin' or what?" "Sure," I said and she excused herself to go to the back room to get the money. She came out and paid me for it and I gave her the ring. "There you go. Say, you know what? Maybe I'll buy the ring back from you when you're through with it. Would help me sell them both if I had them together, you know?" "Right, but my asking price will probably more than double," she said laughing as she slipped on the ring and gave it a kiss. She reached over and grabbed my glass of ale and rudely drank it all down in one big gulp and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She slammed the empty glass down again and said,"I feel manly already... but I'll get ya another ale. Why not?" She came back and pointed to the ring and said,"You should try that one on. I'd bet you'd be pretty fetching as a woman. Maybe you can have my job here when I leave. Shoot, and I can have yours." "You don't know how to use a bow and arrow, do you though?" I asked. "Nah... but I can learn!" she said enthusiastically. "You are free to try. Sorry, though. I'm pretty comfortable as a man, thank you very much. Maybe if I knew the rings really worked. Especially the one for changing a woman into a man so I'd know I could change back," I said. "Though I'll tell you what. I'll pop in from time to time to see how the change is progressing. If I had a definite time line it could be a selling point for these rings." It turned out the changes took over a month to complete. I came back a month later and she wasn't working there anymore. One of the waitresses said,"Oh, her. She changed into a man and left last week." I went over to her house. I'd been there a few times before as we went out together as a couple for awhile. The street outside was busy with the traffic of horses and carriages. I knocked on the door and a tall black haired fellow with brown eyes answered. "Hello? Oh it's you. The ranger. Well... It worked. How do I look?" She held the ring between pointer and thumb like she was holding the tail of a dead rat. She sneered at it with disgust. "Changed my mind. You can have this yucky thing back if you just give me back my money." "Fair enough," I said paying her back for it and pocketing the ring. "I'd like to borrow it though," she said. "Friend of mine's got to use it. Almost forgot. Say, maybe you can try it out yourself now that you know it can really turn a woman into a man." "Good point," I said. "Who's this friend of yours?" "I'd like for it to be a surprise," she said as I handed her back the ring. "So you'll try it then? An even swap." "Sure, why not," I said. "Gimme an hour, then put your ring on. That's when I'll have my friend put on hers," she told me. "Fine. Whatever. But I'm changing back afterwards," I informed her. Back under the oak tree just outside town I had already put on the ring. My friends met me for our next adventure here. The cleric was the first to realize I was wearing the ring. "You have got to be kidding me," he said pointing. "Look. The ranger's wearing the sex change ring!" The rest of the party turned and laughed. "Hey. I'm curious, that's all. I'm changing right back afterwards. You don't think I want to be a girl forever do you?" I asked. "You idiot," the cleric said. "You'll be useless to us as a woman in a fight." "Hey. I'm a pretty good archer. I'm sure I'll be just as good," I said. "With weaker arms? Yeah, right," the warrior said. "So fine. I lose my distance for a little while. I can still shoot at closer targets," I said. "Plus I'll be changing right back to normal after I see what it's like." "So what's the next target?" Bauronon the cleric asked. "Shaler Hills," Hofter the thief replied. "There's a goblin fort there." "Goblins? That's baby stuff," Zeke the warrior complained, crossing his arms in protest and looking away. "We don't need to go back to level one material do we?" "They've got a key hidden in their fort. That key goes to the Doorway of Destruction," the thief explained. "The necropolis?" the warrior asked. "We're not strong enough to take on the necropolis alone," the cleric said concerned. "Quit your complaining everyone," the thief said. "I've got a wizard who'll invis us. We'll just sneak in and go right to the treasure room and teleport out." "Teleport out? You mean the wizard's coming with us?" the warrior asked. "That means we'll have one more share to split of the loot. I don't think I like that idea." "Shut up, Zeke," the bard said. "You'd never see that kind of loot at our level unless we joined a guild and raided the snot out of the place. Even then you'd be splitting the loot with, what, a hundred other guys? Do you know how many raids you'd have to go on just to earn your turn at getting the loot?" A short guy. A gnome with a horseshoe ring of white hair around his head and a great big bald spot in the middle walked up to the group. He wore black and purple robes and carried a big walking stick topped with a tiny crystal ball. His shoes were the kind with those upturned toes with little dangly strings and fur balls on them. Real silly looking. I'd never be caught dead in those. I bet he wouldn't either except for the fact that they're probably loaded with all kinds of magical properties. "Nice shoes," Zeke said sarcastically. "Where'd you get them from? The tooth fairy?" "They're level ninety, if you should know," the gnome said. "Shoes of the Perpetrator. I could smite you dead right now just by wiggling my toes. Wanna see?" "You're freaking level NINETY?" the bard asked amazed. "Holy cow. We're only level fifty." The gnome turned to the thief and said,"You lied to me. You said you were level ninety-one." The thief shrugged with a weak smile and said,"We're good at what we do... for our level. You should see our work. We're a top notch party and the bard there. Look... he's epic'd out. It's ridiculous. The warrior too. We can hold our own in a fight, that's for sure and the cleric does the best corpse recovery and resurrections you've ever seen." Hofter introduced us to the gnome,"Group, this is Glozzer, the wizard. You know that pile of gold I took from our last mission? Gave it all to him so he would come along with us. So who's the greedy one now, huh? Not me. I do things for a reason. Bigger and better loot, that's what." Glozzer looked at the ring I was wearing and raised a brow at me. "You should know that's a sex change ring there. I'd take it off if I were you... unless, of course, you want to be a woman," he said. "He's curious so he's trying it out to see what it's like," the cleric explained. Glozzer shook his head no and said to me,"You should also know it lowers your stats to those of a woman permanently. Changing back into a man doesn't raise them back. No, no. Too late. Without a remove curse cast on you the stats will already lower themselves over time, with or without the ring on." "You damn fool," the cleric said. "I told you so. I told you it was a cursed ring." "The shop keeper didn't mention that. He said the rings weren't cursed," I told them all. "Well here, I removed the ring. Cast remove curse on me then," I said. The cleric tried but shook his head no. "It's already too late," he said. "You'll have to go to a temple and find a higher level cleric to do it." "We don't have time for this," the wizard said. "If we don't get that key to the necropolis another group will." "I can't go with you guys then. Sorry. I've got to get to a temple," I said backing away. "You stupid fool," the warrior said. "We can't go without a ranger. You can get your stats back up by wearing items." "He's right," the wizard agreed. "The damage is already done. May as well put that ring back on if you're still curious." I put the ring back on. "Ha! I knew it!" the warrior said pointing. "The ranger's a fag." "Don't you mean ALL rangers?" the bard asked chiming in. "Hey, stop picking on my character class," I said. "So what if we pull aggro and die more often than... well a lot of the other classes do. Still doesn't give you the right to poke fun at rangers." "That ring even work?" the bard asked. "You don't even look girly." "It takes over a month," I said. "Tell you a secret," the wizard said. "You can change right away, in less than ten minutes, if you and whoever else is wearing the other ring touch rings under the light of a full moon." "Really? No kidding?" I said. "That's nice to know. Wish I'd known about that sooner or I might have waited for a full moon." "Those rings are baby's toys," the wizard said boastingly. "I've seen better. Plus any halfway decent high level enchanter could illusion you into a woman anytime you wanted and without the stat penalty." "Yeah but illusions you can't have sex as a woman and I think that's what he wants," the warrior said. "Hey, now I never said that," I said. "It's implied and obvious," the warrior insisted. "Why else you gonna do it for if not to have sex that way?" "Hey... I'm testing my rings to see if they work and if they do I'll have more of an idea of what price I can sell them for," I said. "They work," the wizard said. "As I've told you before. I've seen them before. Years before your little group here ever left level one. Now gather around and let's go." The group drew close and the wizard cast a teleportation spell bringing us to within view of the goblin fort. "Let's invis up. It'll be faster," the thief suggested. "No. We slaughter our way through. These are easy monsters," the warrior said. "Give me a minute," the wizard said walking right into the fort and being surrounded by dozens of goblins swinging their clubs and axes at him. He raised his staff into the air and brought it down again and the whole bunch of monsters fell dead to the ground in a blast of white light. The wizard walked over to another group and did the same. After that we didn't see him for awhile but he teleported back about ten minutes later and said,"I've got the key. Now let's go." We got to the necropolis and the wizard invis'd us and led us inside. We snuck through all the corridors and twisty passages until we got very deep into the dungeon. "From here we have to fight for a bit," the wizard said casting a fireball down the corridor at a couple of specters. The warrior noticed I was scratching my crotch and said,"What's the matter? Got sand in your pussy?" "Very funny," I said. "The ring's making my crotch itch, that's all." "He wants to be a woman. Leave him alone," the wizard said hurtling another fireball down the corridor. "Get away from that death lizard... too late. Jeez... they don't listen. Cleric, resurrect him. We don't have time for this." "Haha. Tank's dead," the bard said. "Man that was quick, too," the thief pointed out. "One hit killed him." "These death touch," the wizard warned the group. "You need to kill them at range unless you're totally stupid and over brave." The cleric resurrected the warrior who sat up off the ground and looked around with a sorry look on his face. "Sorry guys," he said. "Haha. Got killed by a lizard three inches tall," the bard laughed. "Careful of the death touch," the wizard warned. "Let me clear these...." After the wizard was done clearing the path he re-invis'd the group and we continued on down to another level. Finally after hours of walking around through the huge dungeon we arrived at the treasure room. There were two chests of gold. The thief got one. I the wizard got the other. We randomed the third and the cleric got it. Then there was a short sword. The bard and warrior rolled for it and the warrior won. "Not fair," the bard said. "You got a sword last time." "Yeah, but huge upgrade," the warrior said. "Fine. Whatever," the bard said. "That's it? Just some gold and a stupid sword?" the cleric asked. "We got jipped this time," the wizard said. "You can get a really nice backstabbing dagger here." "Oh... so THAT's why we came here for. The thief wanted an upgrade. Sneaky little devil," the warrior said. Nobody heard the wizard start casting teleport until he said,"This is for lying to me." He ported everyone but the thief back out of the dungeon. I don't think I'd ever laughed so hard in all my life. Back in town I retreated to my room in the inn after about ten days when the transformation began to look rather obvious. I sent for food and drink and hid in my room, avoiding going on any missions with the group. I was so embarrassed. I'd shrunk about a foot and my hair started growing long on my head and turning blond from its normal brown. I was loosing my Robin Hood good looks. My chin was a little smaller and more rounded. My nose was noticeably more feminine as were my eyes. I was expecting breast growth but none occurred so far although my nipples were a little bit bigger and more sensitive to the touch than before. My penis was already half the size of its former self and when it got hard it wasn't like before at all. It went down and in me a little. Maybe an inch or so up inside like a frightened little turtle. The pee hole was sealing up and a new pee hole was growing at the base of my cock and when I peed it came out more from the newer bottom hole. I learned this the hard way, spraying piss all down my legs in the process. I needed to sit down to pee now. Just like a woman. The cleric was the only one I let in my room. I was too embarrassed to let the others see me like this. He visited me on the fifteenth day. "If you're so embarrassed, why are you going through with it?" he asked. "Because I'm still curious," I replied. "You're awfully short for a woman," he noted. "Almost down to dwarf size." "I know. That's got me kind of worried," I said and gestured down to my flat chest. "And look... no breast growth still. I'm halfway through the transformation and no breast growth." "I think your friend is playing a trick on you," the cleric said. "She's turning you into a little girl. Maybe you should remove the ring. Stop the transformation before it's too late." "I thought so too," I said. "But the magic store's shopkeeper told me that I need to finish the transformation because if I stop then whoever's wearing the other ring will transform into a man all right but not into my old male self. It'll mess it up so I'll never have the same male body as I did before." "What's that you're wearing?" he asked pointing. "My shirt if you can believe it. I can wear it like a dress almost," I said. Not quite. It came down almost to mid thigh on me where as before it was waist level. "Maybe I could buy you some clothes," he said. "Girl clothes. You look more like a girl than a guy right now." "I know," I said. "Sound like one too," he added. "I'll get you some clothes then maybe we can go over to this so called "friend" of yours and inquire what the heck she's trying to pull here." "Good idea," I agreed. The cleric went shopping for me and came back with a frilly white dress and some sandals and panties. "I know... sorry. It was the best I could do," he said. "They didn't have a very big selection. Small village you know. Short on stock, selection or variety." I went in the bathroom and got changed and came back out. We went over to Nessa's house and knocked on the door. She... or rather "he" now, answered and looked down at me and laughed. I heard the noise of horses and carriages behind me in the street. "It's not funny, Nessa," I said. "Neil," he corrected me. "You can call me Neil now and yes it is too funny." "You shouldn't play dirty tricks on my friend," the cleric told him. "Why would you do such a thing for anyway?" "I have a niece," Neil said. "Ten years old by the way. A niece who's always wanted to go on adventures and find treasure. Since I know you're in a treasure hunters group and try to go about your business all sneaky and safe and all I know it would be safe for her to go on one or two adventures." "You're not having her take my place for good are you?" I asked worriedly. "No, no. Nothing like that, I assure you," Neil said. "Her parents don't even know about any of this as she's staying at my place for a month but when the two of you.... you know, change places, I was kind'a hoping you could go back in her place and let her go on some missions with your friends." "I want to change back right away after this," I said. "Not change places for... for any amount of time. It's just unacceptable." "Her parents aren't exactly filthy rich you know. She could use a little money for her family. So think of it as you're helping out a poor little girl's family," Neil said. "Plus her birthday's coming up. It would be a real nice birthday present if you let her go on some missions with your friends. It's what she's always wanted." "Fine. Two missions," I said. "You're a dear," Neil said patting me softly on the cheek. "Just for good luck we'll make it seven." "Seven?" I asked worriedly. "That could take months!" "Like I said. You're a dear, sweetheart," Neil said patting me again on the cheek. "Why seven?" the cleric asked. "She has to have time to learn how to fight. You can't learn archery overnight you know," Neil pointed out. "So some practice missions then some real ones. That's only fair, right?" "This is cold hearted and just plain mean," I told her. "Don't be so selfish," Neil said. "You can share your life with a darling little girl. It won't kill you to share. Angela's always wished to be a boy. Now she has a chance to be one for a little while.... and you agreed to this." "Not to be a ten year old for however many months this is going to take," I complained. "She's turning elven a week after you take her place," Neil said. "She's got an older brother and sister that look out for her. You'll fit in just fine. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be just a sweet little angel for them. Fifteen days and I expect you here on my doorstep where we make the exchange official." I went back to the inn in a horrible mood. Bauronon the cleric let me be pretty much after that but stopped by every now and then to drop off food and supplies. Even some newer clothes that fit as I kept on shrinking more and more as the days progressed. By day twenty-five I had a fully formed pussy and had stopped shrinking down in size though I kept on loosing weight. The head of my penis was now the button of my clit. Tiny, shiny and too sensitive to touch directly without using the little fleshy hood. I took a bath in a little wooden tub and dried off and got dressed again. The cleric visited me, bringing me a plate full of dinner and a glass of milk. "You'll be interested to know," he said. "That your counterpart has already joined the group and is learning archery. He's picking up on it rather well. Neil has asked if you wouldn't mind going over to his house to stay. It's rather pointless making you wait until the full thirty days when you already look like a little girl. Now enjoy your dinner. Afterwards I'm taking you over to Neil's house where you'll stay until the transformation is truly complete." I ate dinner and was dropped off at Neil's place. Day thirty finally arrived and Neil took my ring from me. He took the other one too and held them side by side, comparing them, weighing them in his hands and smiling down at me. "Think I'll lock these up in my jewelry box for safe keeping," he said and I watched him put them in the box, close and lock the lid and set the thing way up on the top bookshelf in the living room. "You are changing me back though, right?" I asked. "Maybe. Maybe not. We'll have to wait and see. If you're a bad girl, though, maybe not. Maybe you'll have to stay that way even longer until you've learned your lesson," he replied. He pointed out the front room window at some boys running down the street,"See those? They're about your age. What's your reaction?" "You mean, do I like boys now?" I asked. "Definitely not. Why should I? The transformation supposed to make me like boys too?" "Nah, I guess you're too young," Neil decided. "Give it a year or two I guess." "I'm not staying this way for a year or two, I hope," I said. Neil laughed and said,"That's not what I meant but the idea does propose an interesting experiment I'm anxious to try. No. I couldn't do that to you, Angela. You belong in boy land and I put you in girl land. I'll try and keep your stay there as brief as possible. I promise." My replacement decided to show up a little later that day. He immediately laughed and came right over and picked me up high in the air and swung me around and around three times before putting me back down again. "There's my little lady!" he exclaimed kneeling down with hands on his knees to get closer to my level. "I killed myself my first goblin today," he bragged. "And looted my first treasure chest. I got a necklace of plus one to protection. Here, put it on. There you go. It looks pretty on you. Hahaha. You have to wear dresses now... and skirts. I get to wear ranger armor. You can hold my bow for a minute if you'd like." He handed me my old bow. It was too heavy and bulky for someone my size. I nearly dropped it but he caught it and laughed as he slung it over his shoulder in its harness. He took hold of my hands and lifted them up a bit and cocked his head back and forth and sing-sung "girl girl girl! girl girl girl!" over and over again, teasing me. "You get to be a girl, girl, girl! Sit to pee, just like she, just like she-eeeee used to be!" "That's not funny," I told him but he continued his teasing song. "Girl girl girl! Girl girl girl!" he sang. "You get to be a girl, girl, girl! Boy inside, dress is white, wearing dresses day and night! Girl girl girl! Girl girl girl. You are a little girl, girl, girl! She likes boys, dolls for toys, squeaky screechy little voice!" "I get it," I said. "I'm a girl...Oh brother." "But I'm a boy. I stand to pee. Can I keep it perm'nantly?" he sang as I grew more and more weary of having him sing this as he swung my arms up and down, up and down. "Big and strong, all day long. I'm the man you use to be! Me oh my, why oh why? Witch on broomstick in the sky. Here she comes to get her rings. Here she comes to take her things. There she goes with the jewelry box and there you're stuck in girly socks. Girl forever, your a girl. Change back never, girl, girl, girl. Pretty shoes there on her toes. Pretty dress just like a rose." "Are we done yet?" I asked annoyed and bored of his childish behavior. "Girl girl girl girl! Girl girl girl!" he sang. "You're a pretty, little girl. Ball-er-eena dancing shoes, piano lesson, kitchen blues. Girl girl girl, oh, girl girl girl! You're a pretty, little girl. Boy no more, you can not be. You're a little girl for me. Now growing up to be a mom, wearing dresses to the prom. Crush on boys, now, is my hobby. Where oh where is my old body? Give it back. You know I'll never. You're a girl forever-ever. Girl, girl, girl, oh, girl, girl, girl. You're a pretty, little girl." I looked around for Neil but he was in the other room, the kitchen I think, doing the dishes. He was nowhere around to intercede and help me out of this. "Playing dollies, playing house. Voice is squeaky like a mouse," he sang waving my arms up and down as he held my hands still in his. I couldn't escape. "Frilly clothes is what you wear. Button nose and long, long hair. Girl girl girl, oh, girl girl girl. You're a pretty, little girl. Say "I was a boy and now I'm her. My boyish life just is a blur." The wicked witch won't undo her spell. All you can do is scream and yell. Girl girl girl, oh, girl girl girl. You're a pretty, little girl. When you grow up you'll be a lady, marry a man and have a baby. Husband, husband loving you. Loving, kissing, hugging too. Be a wife, oh where's my life? Be a mommy day and night." "Stop it please," I said but he ignored me. This was obviously a lot of fun for him. He was enjoying it immensely. "Girl girl girl, girl, girl girl girl," he sang. "You got turned into a little girl! Where's my boy parts, look around. Maybe they fell on the ground. Girl girl girl, oh, girl girl girl. Flat in crotch and smooth and light, tiny bun head day and night. Inside out and backwards too, I am me and you are you. Wearing panties on my hips, kissy kisses on my lips." At that he abruptly paused to kiss, kiss, kiss me real quick before continuing with his song. I turned to the side and spat a few times in disgust, wanting to wipe my mouth with my hand but he still was holding both of my hands in his, lifting my arms way up and way down as he sang. "Girl girl girl, girl, girl girl girl. Boy no more, you are a girl. Magic's fun it made me you. You know what you're supposed to do. Be a girl, oh, girl, girl, girl. Stay that way and be a girl. Take my place and I'll take yours. Do my homework, do my chores. Toenails, fingernails, paint them pink. Do those dishes in the sink. Play with doggy, play with cat. Wipe tiny feet upon the mat. Look at boys, now, aren't they neat? Wearing high heels upon my feet. They're mommy's shoes, you can't wear those. Ballerina on her toes. Girl girl girl, you are a girl. Stay stay stay, a, girl girl girl. Your weak and small and lost your thing, where oh where's my ding-a-ling?" "That's about enough of that actually," I said but he continued. Neil popped his head in the room and laughed for a moment and said,"Oh, you're singing "girl girl girl" to her. Haha! Good one. Old wizard's nursery rhyme. I love it. Keep it up." He went back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. My old male body laughed and lifted me high in the air and back down again and he kept singing and swinging my arms up and down. "I have your ding dong and your sack. You will never get them back," he sang turning his head sassily back and forth from side to side as he did so. "I am a boy and this is fun. I am glad the magic's done. Now I drink ale and smoke pipes too. You can't do that, not for you. I stay up, you go to bed. You get tucked in, sleepy head. Look what magic's done for you. You're a coochie-coochie-coo! Simple thoughts will fill your mind. Sleep in nighties all the time. Sleep in nighties, panties too. This is what is good for you. Girl girl girl, girl, girl girl girl. You are stuck a little girl. Transformation's fun to do, now I'm a boy and you are you. You are a girl, you'll stay that way. You'll be a girl now every day. Now I'll have your life and you'll have mine. Being a boy is really fine. Girl girl girl, ha ha, girl girl girl. You're a pretty, little girl. Wearing, wearing, magic ring. Now you lost your ding-a-ling. You can't have it, now, it is mine. Now I have it all the time. Now you're the girl and I'm the man. I go adventuring because I can. Girl girl girl, oh, girl girl girl. You're stuck a pretty, little girl. You'll go where you are told to be, freedom taken, given me. You'll do what you are told to do, otherwise they'll paddle you. Girl girl girl, girl, girl girl girl. You're stuck a pretty, little girl. Wash and comb and brush that hair, wearing girly underwear. I've turned the tables and you turned mine. This way, that way all the time. Girl girl girl, you are a girl. Growing babies in your tummy. Now I'm the smart one, you're the dummy. Baby sucking at your breast, please don't cry you did your best. Magic is so fun to do. Now you are me and I am you. Girl girl girl, you are a girl. Magic is myster-i-ous, now no one takes you serious. Now I'm a grown up all the time, while you must live this nursery rhyme. You have a puss between your legs. I have sperm, now you have eggs. Switchie-switchie- swicheroo, boy for me and girl for you. Girl girl girl, you are a girl. You're stuck a pretty, little girl. But what you wanted isn't that, you just want your body back. But I'm the grown-up, I say what's so, you'll just have to watch me go. I get to be a man for good. I hope that that is understood. Girl girl girly, girl girl girl. Girl forever, stuck a girl. The rings are gone, they're being sold. You are little, I am old. The witch would like them for a spell, she will keep them very well." I glanced up at the jewelry box up on the shelf. This rhyme wasn't serious was it? Were they really selling the rings to a witch? I didn't know. My replacement kept singing and swinging my arms up and down. "I'm not THAT little," I said. "I'm ten. This rhyme is for three year olds." He didn't seem to hear or care. "You're a girl, a girl girl girl. A pretty, little, cutie girl. Why look at you, you're cute and small, while I get to be big and tall. Your arms are little, now mine are big. I bet you wonder what you did. You gave up your life as a guy, I bet you now do wonder why. You can't change back 'cause I decide. You'll stay that way and play and hide. Don't tell mommy who you were before. It's our secret forevermore. No one'll believe your story's true, they'll think you're crazy, laugh at you. Girly, girl, oh, girl girl girl. You're a pretty, little girl. You are going far away. While I will go the other way. Keep our distance, very far. To avoid changing back to who we are. I'll ride a ship to another land, while you'll grow up to love a man. Girly, girl, oh, girl girl girl. You are stuck a little girl. How do you like my little trick? Now I'm the one with your big fat di-" "THAT's about enough, don't you think?" I said but he only laughed and swung me up in the air again and back down, then resumed singing and swinging my arms up and down and up and down. I turned and called for Neil to help. "Hey Neil!!!! Make him stop!!!!" Neil poked his head in the room and laughed hysterically and left again. "Girly, girl, girl, girl girl girl," he continued. "You are stuck a little girl. You want magic to go away. You want things back the other way. But I'm the boy now a girl you'll stay. Skirts and dresses every day. Hahahaha! You're a cutie. I kiss you!" He gave me a kiss on the forehead and let go of me finally and I ran around the couch and cowered there cautiously for protection. I didn't stay long. As soon as I thought it was safe I ran for the kitchen and tugged at Neil's shirt sleeve. "You've got to save me from him. He's out of control," I cried. "Hahaha!" Neil laughed scruffing up my hair playfully. "How do you like his song? He wrote it especially for you. I think most of it rings true to your situation. He really has taken a fancy to being a man and you'll probably have a lot of fun being a girl. We do actually have a buyer for the rings. She is a witch, just like in the song, and she's promised to pay me hefty for them. I'm sorry to have to double cross you like this, cupcake, but you understand the situation, right? The old Angela was never all that happy as a girl, just like me, so now she gets a legitimate life as a guy. Maybe with a few years cut off but she does enjoy the freedom of being an adult now, and male. I think you've got to give her credit for that. Of course if you want to change back to normal you'll have to go to some extreme measures but I doubt once you're old enough to do that you'll be able to track me down. By then I'll have moved far, far away from here with all the money I'll have made selling those rings. Uh... yeah, but you can try to change back into a man. Maybe the witch will let you... for a price but I don't think you'll never have your old body back. The new owner seems rather adamant about keeping it." "I'm going to go to my friends for help. I'll tell them what's going on," I said heading for the front door but my old body intercepted me. "Bad idea, little one," he said. "Besides which, I've already discussed it with them and they agreed to the seven adventures we talked about. By the time it's time for me to change back I'll just vanish for a month and return to them the same way I am right now. No one will be any the wiser. Who knows, by then I might be a better ranger than you ever were. They won't want you to come back. Hahaha!" "You can't do this to me. I'm a ranger. I'll track you down and put an arrow through your heart," I said. "Is that a threat, little one? Do I detect a hint of anger in your voice towards me? I'm an adult, now. Remember? You're a child. You must respect me. Now say you're sorry," he warned holding his hand back as if to slap me. "Fine. I'm sorry then," I said. "Say it like you mean it," he warned. "I'm sorry," I said pouting. "Now go to your room. One of us grownups will call you when we feel you've been punished enough," he said pointing to the back bedrooms. I ran to my bedroom and shut the door and climbed up in bed and cried in my pillow. I couldn't believe I was actually getting this upset to tears over being sent to my room. Maybe the magic had affected my mind somehow after all. I couldn't tell for sure but I was beginning to get suspicious. Maybe the longer I remained Angela the more and more I would become her mentally. Likewise the longer she remained in my ranger body the more she would take on my old attributes and personality. But then that would mean I would be a sad little girl who wished she was a man.... Which I already was! I got up and put a chair to the bedroom window and climbed up and hopped down into the flower bed below. I ran into town and dashed into the magic shop. The old man who appraised the magic rings was there. I ran up to him and hopped up and down, up and down, and said,"Ohhhhh... you've got to help me. Oh, please, oh, please... help me. I was the ranger who came in here with the magic rings and this lady... she tricked me and swapped me with her little niece. So you've got to please, oh, please, help me!" He put on his spectacles and eyed me carefully, then held up a crystal ball to within inches of my nose and peered inside. "A man's soul all right," he said setting the crystal ball down and grabbing hold of my shoulders and leading me into the back room and shutting the door behind us. "This is a most peculiar predicament. The... ah... the girl... that's you, she has a family, yes? Well if she goes missing who knows what kind of search party they'll send and the one who finds her first will probably kill whatever alleged kidnapper she happens to be with so your staying here is out of the question. You are a skilled ranger, correct?" "Yes I am," I replied. "Level fifty." "Well it's a shame to have to lose you. Hmmmm... these rings are rare but they do crop up from time to time. I forget the exact monster that drops them when you kill it. This requires some research. Where are you staying at now?" he asked. I told him the address and added the fact that they were planning on sending me back to the girl's family to take her place, most likely permanently. I also told him the rings were being sold to a witch but I didn't know for how much or who she was or when the sale was to take place. "Hmmm," he said thinking aloud. "Do you mind being a girl for a little while longer?" "Well I don't have much choice, do I?" I asked. "Agreed," he said. "Then my advice to you is go back to your current guardians and let them send you to the girl's family. I'll hire someone to track you down just as soon as I locate a way to change you back into a man. It might not be your original body though but I'll do my best. No promises but you're a faithful customer and I'd hate to lose you to some underhanded trickery." I went back to Neil's place and put a small ladder up to the window and climbed back in my bedroom and climbed into bed face down in the pillow again. "Psssst! Down here!" a squeaky little voice said and I peered over the edge of the bed to find a tiny little man in purple robes. It was the wizard who took us to the necropolis only he was shrunk down to less than three inches tall. "Glozzer!" I exclaimed, happy to see him. "Sssssh! Quiet," he said. "I've been keeping an eye on you. You worried me, ranger, when I warned you about the ring but you didn't listen, so I've been checking up on you. See what kind of trouble you can get yourself into by toying around with magic you don't fully understand?" "Are you here to change me back?" I asked hopefully. "No. I'd need the cooperation of your counterpart to do that," he said. "Your friend Neil is planning on selling the magic rings to a powerful witch. The jewelry box containing the rings has a high level ward on it that even the most advanced thief is going to have trouble getting past. It will be easier if I just go and farm up another pair myself but that's going to take lots and lots of time and patience and I don't have time to devote every minute to such a task. So you'll have to bear with me. Your replacement, the new ranger, is planning on going to the continent of Adjeria with your friends to do some missions for awhile. From time to time I will visit him and try and convince him to agree to switching you two back to normal but I must warn you now. Most girls who've been turned into guys and discover they like being male better are not going to want to go back to being female again. Therefor you must be prepared for bad news. The best that I might offer is to return you to being male again. Your stat loss, however, is permanent but you can get stat boosting items to compensate for that somewhat. The real problem, though, is a moral issue. The girl's family does not know the swap occurred and it would be best if you did not tell them. Also, I think you may need to find a willing replacement if you want to be a man again. I will look but I don't know that many men will want to permanently take your place." "How long do I have to stay this way?" I asked. "At the soonest? Assuming I obtain the correct ring, perhaps a few months maybe more," he said. "By then you may have already discovered you like being a girl and won't want to change back. I have seen this happen before. When a man's turned female and finally gets to fully explore his feminine side there may be no turning back. Therefor I urge you to avoid looking at attractive boys and men. I do not know at what age a girl starts finding guys attractive but in your case you've got to be extra careful. The magic might include some... how should I put it... feminine instinct. Avoid males. Don't go near them, don't hold hands with them and whatever you do don't kiss one and if you're even thinking there's a remote chance you might decide to masturbate in that body. Trust me - don't. Female orgasm would destroy your male mind completely. Men aren't designed to handle that level of pleasure and as there is no satisfying expected release it might just drive you mad. I can point to several cases of this - all of whom now reside in insane asylums." "Why are you helping me?" I asked. "Because I'm high level and I'm bored. Why else?" he replied. "Because I had a friend like you once who I did nothing for in a similar ordeal and I've regretted it ever since. Now's my chance to make up for that. Now's my chance to help someone in a similar situation. Now I must go now. Stay safe and out of trouble. Goodbye ranger." He cast a spell and blinked out of view as he teleported out. After awhile Neil came to get me. He led me out into the living room. "I've sold the rings," he said and handed me a little baby doll in a pink dress and with curly blond hair and blue eyes. "She gave me this for you. It's enchanted. I think a little companionship is in order since you're taking this so hard. I think you'll get a kick out of it. Her name's Bella." As soon as I put both hands on the doll I heard a male voice telepathically connected with my mind. "Neato! Hi there. I'm your enchanted dolly," he said. "Now go play in your room," Neil said pointing and I went back to my bedroom. "How can you talk to me that way?" I asked the doll as I sat down on the floor. "I used to be a powerful swordsman but the witch turned me into a baby girl dolly as you can see. It was either this or get turned into a toad. I hate frogs though. Don't you? All slimy and icky," he said. "Why'd she turn you into a girl dolly for? Why not a boy one?" I asked. "Oh, I don't mind being a girl. I've learned to like it. It's so much fun. Say, if you want to you can pour water in my mouth and it'll make me tinkle. Hold me over the toilet if you do so you don't make a mess," the doll said. "Please pour water in my mouth. Please do. Please!" I lifted the doll's dress and saw she had no diaper or panties on. There was a tiny hole in the crotch area for water to come out. I carried her into the bathroom and filled a cup full of water and carefully poured it in the doll's mouth and held her over the toilet, watching the water stream out her little pee hole. "Weeeeeeee! Tinkling is so much fun!" Bella exclaimed. "I feel it. I feel it. I feel it! Weeeeeeeeee!" Afterwards I brought her back to my bedroom and said,"What else do you do besides talk to my mind directly and pee out water?" "Nothing really. I'm just a pee-pee doll," Bella said. "You tinkle too, right? Isn't it fun? I tinkle like a girl now. I like being a girl, don't you? Neil told me you used to be a boy." "Why would he tell you that?" I asked. "Is it true?" "Yes," I replied. "And do you like it?" he asked. "Not if it means having to play with a pee-pee doll. This is just crazy," I said tossing the doll on the floor and walking back in the living room. I walked right up to my old ranger body and stood there with one hand on my hip, the other poking him in the stomach and said,"You give me back my body right now. It's not yours. It never was and I want it back and what was the idea for anyway of giving me that crappy possessed doll? Is this some kind of a joke? Do you know she used to be a man before, right?" "Awwww... just like you," my old self said placing a hand on my shoulder but I tried to shrug it off and failed. "How old were you before?" "Twenty-eight," I replied. "Now give it back." "Twenty-eight whole years of being a boy. Wow, that certainly is a lot," he said. "That's more than enough time for you, honey bunny. Now it's my turn to be a boy and your turn to be a girl. You're almost eleven years old. Pretty soon your boobies will come in and you'll start noticing boys. You're gonna have a nice little boyfriend and get your first kiss and everything. What's the toughest math problem you can do right now?" "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked. "I could only do simple stuff. Addition, subtraction and multiplication," he said. "I was never good at division though. What's twelve divided by three?" I thought about it for a second. I knew the answer but my mind couldn't focus on it. "Eight," I said shrugging. "Nope, four," he said pleased. "You see? I've got your math skills and you've got mine. What's your favorite color?" "That's easy. Pink," I said. "Haha. That's a girl color. That was my favorite color too. Now I like black," he said. "We've swapped bodies. We've swapped math. We've even swapped favorite colors. What else... what else? What school do you go to?" "Huh? I don't go to school. I'm a grown man," I said. "No. Think about it. There's an answer in that pretty little head of yours. Think about it... now tell me," she said. "Henderson's School for Girls," I replied wide eyed in wonder that I knew that. "What grade?" "I'll be in... the... sixth grade after... summer break," I said, words slowly pouring out of my mouth in disbelief. "Favorite animal?" he asked. This was easy. "Kittens... No! Bunnies!" I replied. "Haha! See? You like girl things. My favorite animal's a wolf. After all, I am a ranger," he said. "So... we didn't just trade bodies. We traded minds? I've got your mind?" I asked worriedly. "Yep. Betcha didn't even notice it either until I pointed things out," he replied. "Why? Because you still want to be a boy, just like I did. So you thought you were still you inside. Guess again." "Then why do I like pink, and bunnies, and... rose milk bubble baths and... shaving my legs and armpits even though... even though I don't need to?" I asked. "Because, silly, you're a girl," she said as if that was answer enough. I grabbed hold of his shirt sleeve and tugged it pleadingly. "Change us back. Oh please, oh please, change us back! I just wanna be me again!" "You," he said placing the tip of his pointer finger down upon the tip of my little nose. "Need to get a grip on reality. Just where do you think you are, anyway? I mean really think you are? Who are you?" "I'm a ranger... level fifty... in a... in a game," I replied. "Now isn't that silly. Who ever heard of anyone actually living in a game?" he asked. "Then what about the magic rings and that talking doll?" I asked. "Do you see any magic rings here?" she asked and I shook my head no. "And the doll? Sweetheart, little girls sometimes play games and think they've got imaginary friends." "Are you telling me none of this is real?" I asked running to the window to look outside. "Where are all the horses?" There weren't any. There were just cars out there driving back and forth along a busy street. And then the ranger wasn't there anymore either. Was he just an imaginary friend too? I was... I was in the house I grew up in. I was always a girl. Never a boy but I sure did want to be one. Sometimes I played pretend and let my mind drift away to another place. There was a cleric, a wizard, a thief, a bard and there was even a ranger who looked just like Robin Hood. I pretended to be him. I liked being a ranger. Level fifty. That's me. That over there's Tom, my big brother. He's playing a game like that right now on the computer. I wish he'd let me play too. Then I wouldn't have to play pretends all the time. My medicine! No wonder I'd been daydreaming all morning long. I'd forgotten to take my medicine mommy gave me. It's supposed to help with the pretending. I do way too much pretending. Boy I sure do wish I was a boy. THE END