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Rings of Trust: Tricked
"You have to come over after school today, dude," I told my best friend
Carl. He looked skeptical. "You're high, Tim," he said flatly. I had just
told him about this pair of rings my crazy cousin had given me. "Where'd
Paul say he'd found those rings again? Seriously? A gypsy? I mean,
that's so insanely cliched my head should explode."
"I know," I agreed blandly. "But... that's what he said." "Because he was
addicted to turning himself into a superhero?" Carl looked at me as if
he'd just swallowed a lemon with a salt chaser. "That's what he said," I
repeated. "Dude," Carl said, shaking his head. "That's just sooo crazy."
"Fine," I said, frowning at the edges of my mouth. "How about this: if
you come over, we mess around with them and they don't work I'll do your
calculus homework for a month." That got Carl's attention. He wasn't
terribly good at math. "Yeah?" he said sounding a bit less skeptical.
"Like would you turn me into a dog or a goat something?" "No!" I
laughed. "I'll let you have the gold ring first just to be fair." Carl
squinted his eyes for a second and then nodded. "Alright, then. Deal."
He gave me a smirk - like he'd just won an easy bet and headed off to his
fourth period class.
My cousin Paul really had given me a pair of plain rings - one gold and
one silver. He claimed that the person wearing the gold ring could
completely change every aspect of the person wearing the silver ring's
physical appearance. They could even change their mental patterns at the
periphery - like making them a little more brave, or a little less
inhibited. It sounded crazy to me too, but then he showed me himself,
handing me the gold ring - I gave him a nose like Pinocchio and asked a
bunch of questions about the rings. He didn't tell any lies except for
the first question when he purposefully misanswered his birthday to prove
that the rings and their powers were for real. It was pretty amazing!
I could hardly wait to get Carl over to my house. Ever since Paul'd
handed over those rings, I'd been fantasizing about turning my best
friend Carl into my best girlfriend Kylie. Even now I was getting a bit
hard thinking about it. Carl and I were definitely not movers in the
cool clique at our high school. Silver spoon "it" girl McKenzie Fenner
and her boyfriend, star quarterback Brady Johnson ruled over the popular
kids as much as we ruled over - well, ruled over Quiz Bowl. You can see
my dilemma, right? Even girls who weren't popular thought we were both
total losers. We basically had each other as friends - and we both liked
the same things: video games, comic books, scifi movies and tv shows and
building computers from components we ordered off the Internet. Now I'd
have a ridiculously hot girlfriend who had all the same interests as me.
Sure, Car-- I mean Kylie would be mad at me. At first. But eventually
she'd get used to it and we'd be best friends and lovers. I was so lost
in thought I shook my head out of my reverie to find that everyone in my
English class was laughing at me. The teacher had called on me to answer
her question about Mark Twain about 2 minutes ago.
* * *
I slipped the silver ring on my hand, and handed Carl the gold one. We'd
just gotten home from school and my bitchy younger sister wasn't home
yet. We had my parents' house to ourselves for the moment. I handed
Carl the gold ring. "I'm literally putting my body into your hands," I
told him with a good natured grin. "Don't do anything too crazy, ok?"
Carl rolled his eyes again. "You are going to be doing integrals for the
rest of the month, sucker," he told me confidently. "You'll see," I said,
still light hearted. Carl laughed as he put on the gold ring. "OK, so -
now what?" he asked. "Just think of what you want to change." There was
a pause of a few long silent seconds, and I felt my hair getting longer -
brushing past my ears and past my shoulders. "Holy shit!" Carl exclaimed.
"See?!" I said, triumphantly. "I told you it wasn't a lie."
Carl shook his head. "Unreal," he said about 10 times in a row. "So
that's it?" I asked, a bit amused. "Just hair? Try something else. Maybe
a little more complicated." Carl looked at me stupidly for a minute, and
then nodded. "OK," he said. "How about..." he trailed off and suddenly I
felt a protrusion coming out the small of my back. It slithered up and
over the waistband of my jeans. Pretty soon I found my new prehensile
tail was wrapping around the leg of the chair I was sitting in almost
involuntarily. "Dude did you just give me a tail?" I asked with another
full laugh. Carl laughed too. "I didn't know what else to do," he
admitted. "Seriously?" I asked. "A tail." I laughed again, and then shook
my head. "OK - so turn me back before my sister shows up. I don't know
how the hell we'd explain this," I said, flicking my tail at Carl's leg
for emphasis. "OK, ok," he murmured with a smile. "That was messed up,"
he said, as I felt all of the changes reverting. "Tell me about it!" I
agreed. "How about we take the rings off for a while? It's probably not
a good idea to be playing with them for much longer today." Carl nodded,
and he got ready to leave. "Tomorrow," I said, "we'll swap rings, ok?"
Carl shrugged. "Sure, that's fair," he said. "See you later, man."
* * *
The next morning I bounced downstairs. "You're in a good mood," my mom
said sounding pleasantly surprised. "I am definitely in a good mood," I
nodded. I sat down, sipping my orange juice and buttering a piece of
toast. "C'mon Mandy," I called upstairs. "Why is she always running
late?" I muttered, checking my watch. I could hardly wait for school to
be over. Mandy came down the stairs in her own unhurried way, vaguely
frowning. "I hate my hair, my face, everything," she said darkly, daring
me to say something. "Oh honey," my mom said, trying to soothe my bratty
sister. "You're a beautiful girl. Try to smile. Everyone likes a girl who
smiles." Mandy snorted, wrinkling her nose. "Let's go, slowpoke," I said,
tapping my wrist. "We're barely going to make it to first period."
As I pulled the car out of the driveway, my sister looked over at me and
smirked. "It'll never work."
I looked at her. "What will never work?"
"Your quote plan unquote. It's stupid and juvenile."
"You are certainly the expert in those fields," I assured Mandy. "I don't
even know what you're talking about," I said, playing dumb.
"Oh shut up, dork. You know you talk in your sleep and I can hear you
through the wall. So don't play stupid with me Tim."
I shrugged. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about," I said,
squinting.
"Fine," she said after a long pause. "Whatever. But it'll never work."
* * *
That day at school seemed like it would never end. Mandy had band
practice, so I didn't have to drive her home which suited me fine. I
knew Carl would be over so we could mess around with the rings again.
Since I had a chance, I reviewed all of the documents I'd prepared for
Kylie - she had everything she'd need except for the stuff with pictures.
She could take care of that on her own, I figured. Once, y'know, she
wasn't so pissed off at me. It had been a drain on my college savings
account, but so worth it in the end.
I had just slid the paperwork back into a manila envelope when Carl rang
the doorbell. I knew my mom had her bunco club and my dad was still at
work for a couple hours so we'd have the house to ourselves again.
"Hey, dude!" Carl said, climbing the stairs to my room. "I didn't see you
much at school today. Is everything okay?" I nodded. Carl sat on the
edge of my bed. Behind me my computer screen was showing a screensaver.
I picked up the silver ring and offered it to Carl. He took it, flipping
it in the air like it was a coin. "How come these things are so plain if
they're so powerful?" he asked. "I think powerful magic rings are always
kind of dull," I answered trying to sound bored. "Like the One Ring, you
know."
"Yeah," Carl said, sliding on the silver ring. "Wouldn't it be cool if
you turned invisible?"
"Mmhmm," I agreed softly, putting the gold ring on my finger. I was so
excited I could barely control my breathing. Carl noticed something was
not quite right. "Dude, what's wrong with you? Do you need your asthma
inhaler?"
"Not exactly," I said, trying to calm myself down. I thought the band-
aid approach was best: get it all over with in one big change. I took a
big breath, exhaling through my mouth slowly.
"I feel tingly," Carl said. His face looked confused. "Where's your
mirror? I want to watch this!"
"My mom took it off the wall for cleaning," I lied. "Sorry."
"I feel... funny," Carl said. "Really? I haven't done anything much yet."
Carl swallowed, his mouth twisting into a grimace. "Dude, are you messing
with me?" he asked, starting to get worried. He shuddered for a minute,
and I watched his body slowly morph right in front of me from loser dork
to impossibly hot. Blotchy ruddy skin was smoothed and lightened. His
brown hair, grew longer and darker, naturally curly. Thick fingers turned
delicate. A stocky build grew lithe and curvy in all of the right places.
"What the fuck!" Carl said. "Are you turning me into a ... into a girl?"
The realization dawned on him like a thunderbolt.
I could only stare as I watched the transformation continue. "Tim, talk
to me," Carl, I mean Kylie said. Her voice was a mellifluous contralto
now; I couldn't wait to hear her growl during an orgasm. Kylie's face
shifted, cheekbones arching high, her nose slim, full lips with wide ice
blue eyes. "TIM!" Kylie shouted. "What did you do to me?!!" I was so
hard - my fantasy woman was standing right in front me. With some amount
of panic in her face, she looked at me, looked down at herself in Carl's
ridiculously baggy clothes and pushed me in the chest. "Asshole! Listen
to me." I couldn't help it, I felt my cock jump and cum started to spill
into my boxer briefs. Kylie gasped. "You are a sick fuck!" she said.
"Sick sick disgusting pervert. I am a DUDE! I was your best friend!" She
said a bunch of other stuff too, but I could only acknowledge I had just
cum in my pants with a beet red flush in my face. Kylie tried to take off
her ring, but she couldn't. I was vaguely aware that Kylie said some
stuff to me and then left my room. I could hear her rummaging through my
sister's closet through the wall. "I'm taking the emergency $100 your mom
keeps downstairs to get a motel room," she told me. "You better change me
back tonight Tim. Call my mom and tell her I'm sleeping over here to work
on a school thing." She paused as she pulled on some clothes. "So help
me Tim I will ... I will make you sorry if it's the last thing I ever do."
Kylie stormed down the stairs dressed in a pair of my sister's leggings,
some flats, and a loose fitting long tee shirt. I heard my car start and
drive off.
I sat down and looked at my gold ring and my wet sloppy pants. Did that
just really happen?
* * *
I honestly didn't have much time to process what just happened. My
sister came home almost immediately after Kylie left in my car. I made
up a story about how Carl needed to borrow the car to buy some extra time
to think of a better cover. Meanwhile, I was wondering what to do next,
but even that didn't take long to resolve itself. I got a text from
Kylie after dinner time that I should meet her at a park near my house in
an hour. Time seemed to pass slowly now, and I realized I was sweating -
nervous or excited - maybe a little of both?
I left the house a little early, bringing all of the documents I had with
me, and found a spot near the parking lot under a lamp. I was playing
around with a game on my phone to kill time when I heard a car -- my car
-- pull up.
I caught my breath when she slid out of the car. Was that something I
had somehow built into her, or was she doing it naturally? I felt hot
around my cheeks as I watched her; she looked pissed.
"Are you going to change me back?" First words - yeah I would led off
with that too if the roles had been reversed. I swallowed. "I brought you
these..." I said, opening my backpack. She squinted as she looked at the
envelope. "I don't care," she said flatly, her wonderful icy blue eyes
hard. "Change me back, Tim. Right now."
I shook my head. "I... can't," I lied. "The rings stopped working. I...
You're stuck like this."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry but I don't know what else I can do. So I ..." I lifted the
envelope again. She snatched it out of my hands. "This better be 800-
REVERSE..." She opened it and pulled out a birth certificate and a
social security card. "Kylie Lynn Miles?" she snorted. "What the hell,
Tim? You've been planning this for months, haven't you?"
I didn't answer.
"Because how else would you have something like this just sitting around
in your bedroom?!" Her voice rose and I could feel her anger. "OK,
smart guy. You figure out how Carl goes away. And you get me some money
so I'm not living under a bridge somewhere for the next month." She
tossed my car keys to me and spun around. "And by the way - don't try to
figure out where I'm staying or what I'm doing. Be back here tomorrow
with some money."
I'd already given Carl's cover story some thought. Carl's family had a
cabin out by a lake, and I had already planted some clues out there the
last time I visited with him, so it was just a matter of coming up with a
story to fit the clues. QED. The money angle was something else
altogether though. "How much do you want?" I asked.
"Thousand at least."
"One thousand," I said, trying to hide a frown. "Fine."
Just then a cab pulled up and I watched mesmerized as she walked toward
it.
* * *
I got the money she wanted from my dwindling college savings account. I'd
definitely have to intercept the bank statements in the immediate future,
that was certain. We met the next night and I handed over the money. I
noticed she'd changed her clothes: jeans, casual top, some sneakers. Her
hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Goodwill" she said with a shrug.
"Where are you staying?" I asked, starting to feel more guilty about what
I'd done.
"I told you. Don't worry about it," she muttered. "I'm fine."
"Well. Don't be surprised if you hear a news story about how you went
missing at your family's lake cabin."
She looked at me skeptically. "Really? That's the best you can do?" She
shook her head in dismay. "So lame Tim. So so lame."
I kind of smiled at her sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders. "Just
thought you should know."
"I won't see you for a while," she told me matter-of-factly.
"Why?"
"You'll see," she said, drawing out the words with a rather mischievous
smile. God, it looked so perfect on her face. "Bye." She swung the cab
door shut and the car sped off. I turned around to head home.
* * *
And so that was that, I supposed. I had so so many amazing dreams about
me and Kylie. I started doing my own sheets in the laundry just because
they got me so worked up so fast. It must've been three weeks or so, when
all of the sudden I saw Kylie - at school. She was coming out of the
administration building following Assistant Principal Fredrickson,
smiling and nodding at something he said to her. They were coming right
toward me and she looked stunning. She was dressed in tight low cut dark
blue jeans and a striped top with a sweetheart neck. Her hair was done
and her makeup looked almost professional. Everyone was looking at her.
Some with envy, some with lust, and some with curiousity. Me, I think I
turned an unpleasant shade of green, and my stomach churned. Kylie
puckered up her pink glossy lips in an air kiss for me as she passed.
"Who the hell is that?" asked one of the football players near me. "I...
I don't know." I said watching her walk away in a set of nude patent
pumps. "Find out, dork," he said, punching me in the arm. I was still
rubbing the bruise when she went around the corner.
I didn't see Kylie again until lunch, when I spotted her sitting with
McKenzie Fenner! As usual McKenzie and all of her little sycophantic mean
girls were holding court eating their cups of non-fat pro-biotic yogurt
and drinking their obligatory sugar free energy drinks they'd probably
purge in the restroom after lunch. What the hell was going on? My mind
raced with the possibilities. Kylie seemed to fit right in with all of
them - she made eye contact with me and I could've sworn she winked at
me, before pointing me out to McKenzie and then obviously making fun of
me. I couldn't hear what Kylie said, but everyone thought it was
hilarious. If only they'd known who Kylie really was!
I waited outside of the cafeteria for Kylie to come out. She was
surrounded by her own little pack now. She didn't even look at me as I
said her name. "Hey!" I shouted. "Hello?"
"Do you know him?" a blonde asked Kylie.
"Who?" she said, glancing at me. "Him? Uh... Seriously?"
They laughed a little. "He seems to think he knows you," a brunette said
as I followed them.
"Kylie! Hey!" I repeated myself, reaching out a hand to tap her shoulder.
"Ah look," Kylie said to her crowd as she turned around. "It thinks it's
people! That's so adorable."
They all laughed again. I could feel my cheeks start to burn. She looked
me up and down disdainfully and then turned her back to me. "Fuck off
loser," she said flatly.
The pack of girls chattered their way toward the English building. I
stood in the middle of the campus with a fists clenched and my face
bright red until the bell rang for class.
* * *
That night I got a phone call. "Hello?"
"Hey loser," said a familiar contralto voice. "How'd you like school
today?"
I didn't say anything. "I had a blast. I'm going to keep having a blast
too. Did you know cheerleader tryouts are in a week? I'm going to meet
the whole football team!" She sounded way too excited about that.
"Kyl - Carl what the hell are you doing?" I asked, sighing.
"Making the best of a situation you put me in loser," she said. "I'm
having so much fun being Kylie - and by the way? Stop trying to talk to
me at school. It's embarassing for both of us."
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