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The Best Laid Plans I am sitting alone on a quiet Friday evening watching some stupid TV show about bears eating a microwave dinner. I wasn't really in the mood to do anything after just breaking up with my girlfriend Lisa the day before. Despite the show, all I could think about was the conversation we'd had as it played back over and over again in my head. -- I was coming back from a business trip to China where I'd successfully made my company's first overseas sale. I was feeling good and excited to meet Lisa after the two weeks away from each other. We'd been going out for nearly a year and I was really falling for her. After getting through security and collecting my suitcase, I exited the arrivals section and looked for Lisa, expecting her to meet me at the airport. She was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, I checked my phone to see if she'd left a message. There was none. I shrugged, and decided to give her a call - something must have come up. As her phone rang, I tried to think of a nice place to take her on the weekend to make up for the time away. "Hello?" Lisa said as she answered her phone. "Hey, Lisa!" I said, happy to hear her voice. "Who's on the phone, babe?" I hear a voice in the background ask. Despite the distance, I would know that voice anywhere. "Lisa?" I could barely form the words. "What's Tony doing at your place?" "I... Larry..." Lisa struggled to find the right words but I knew what was coming. "We need to talk..." I hung up the phone and that was the last I'd talked to her. She tried to call and text me but I deleted them, not wanting to have any contact with her. Tony was her ex-boyfriend and I knew what it meant when he was there calling her 'babe'. I was as furious as I was disappointed... -- A sound at the door snaps me back to reality. I look up to see the credits begin to roll on the television and then hear my roommate, Dave, coming into the apartment. "Larry?" he yells. "Are you home?" "In here," I answer. "You just missed the lamest bear documentary ever." "That's okay - I've got something that'll cheer you up and it's much better than bears!" he exclaims. He pulls a book out of his backpack and places it on the coffee table. "Check this out!" I look at the book and then at Dave. He has always had a thing for the occult and this book looks like a prop straight out of a bad horror movie. "What is that supposed to be?" "It's a spellbook!" Dave grins. "I got it at the pawn shop down on Fifth street." "A spellbook?!" I sputter. "What would a pawn shop be doing with a spellbook? And why would they sell it to you?" "Because I gave them the fifty bucks they were asking for it," he says flatly. "Obviously they were as skeptical as you are." "And you think this thing is real?" I ask, my eyebrows raised. Dave wasn't the smartest guy around but he wasn't exactly gullible. "I know it is. I tested it before I bought it." he answers. "What do you mean tested?" I laugh. "I tried a spell and it worked." Dave says proudly. "A spell? You cast a spell? What spell?" I felt silly indulging Dave in his fantasy but I had to admit I was growing curious. "I flipped through the pages looking for something and the first page had a spell about weather. I made it rain today." answers Dave confidently. "Rain?" I nod in disbelief. "You know it's been in the forecast all week, right?" "Yes, but it wasn't raining until I cast the spell. I mean, it started exactly when I finished the passage in the book. It couldn't have been a coincidence!" he explains. "Unless it could have." I chuckle. "Well, if you are such a disbeliever, will you let me cast a spell on you? Can I prove that it will work?" he asks. "Of course not!" I may not believe in this hocus pocus magic stuff, but I'm not stupid enough to let him start using me as a guinea pig. "So you do believe me!" he grins. "Why not use it on yourself? Find a good spell and cast it on yourself and we'll see if it works." I reply, turning the tables back on him. "Okay, fair enough." Dave nods as he begins thumbing through the pages of the old tome and studies the faded words. After watching him for several minutes I lose interest and go back to watching the TV. After the bear documentary, a show about birds starts and I settle in to learn about bald eagles. "Aha!" Dave shouts. "I found a good one. This one is going to make me more attractive." "More attractive? How are we going to judge if it works or not?" I ask. "Well, I assume it'll change my appearance and we'll be able to see a difference." he answers. "I bet you're regretting not letting me cast it on you first, eh?" "Not really," I answer. "You go ahead and make yourself more attractive. If it works, then I'll think about letting you cast it on me." Dave studies the spell he intends to cast for several more minutes before taking a deep breath. He begins to utter the syllables that are transcribed on the page. I watch him with growing fascination, waiting for something to happen. He continues to recite the words, over and over, until finally he stops. The moment he stops is the moment everything changes! Where the slightly overweight, shaggy-haired Dave was once sitting now sat a perfectly fit, clean-shaven man. He still looks like Dave but was definitely much more handsome. "Holy shit!" I gasp. "The spell worked!" "Really?" Dave laughs. His voice is deeper but his excitement can still be heard in it. He jumps up and runs to the bathroom to see himself in the mirror. The "Woo-Hoo" that comes out emphasizes his happiness. Dave comes back into the living room looking very proud of himself. "So? What do you think?" he asks. "Still think the book is a waste of money?" "No, man!" I answer, my own excitement growing. "That's amazing. You look great." "I sure do." Dave answers and then looks a little embarrassed. "I'm even bigger. I mean... down there." "That would be more attractive to some, I guess," I laugh. "How do you feel? Any different?" "Well," he considers for a moment. "I certainly feel stronger. And after seeing myself in the mirror, I feel more confident." "You're a few inches taller too, I think." I say, standing next to him. We used to be about the same height but now I have to look up to meet his eyes. "I wonder if the spell took care of adjusting your clothes." "My pants still fit," he answers. "I think it must have adjusted things for me or the waist would be too big and the pant legs too short otherwise." "True..." I look at Dave and begin to get a bit jealous. "So, umm... about that spellbook..." "I knew it!" he laughs. "You want to give it a try, don't you?" "Well, you've convinced me that it's real." I answer. "I could stand to lose a few pounds myself. And if I become taller and more attractive in the process, it's win-win." "Okay," nods Dave. "The spell I read is right here... what the..." "What's wrong?" I ask. "It's gone. The spell is gone." he frowns. "I swear it was written on this page but now it looks so faded. Maybe these spells are only good for a number of castings before they fade completely." "Maybe." I frown. "I'm sure the attractiveness spell must be a popular one." "Well, I could try to write down what I remember, but my guess is it wouldn't work." Dave sounds so sorry. "Don't worry about it, man," I smile weakly. "You bought the book and you were brave enough to try it on yourself - you deserve the good fortune that comes with it." "I'll see if I can find another spell. Maybe there's something similar in here..." Dave pores over the book some more. I look over his shoulder and wonder how he makes sense of the cryptic text in the book. Several minutes pass before he finally looks up and says he found one that sounds interesting. "What does it do?" I ask, trying to mask the hope in my voice. "It says it changes a person's body into the form of their love's most ideal mate." answers Dave. "But I don't have a love anymore." I frown. "Well, maybe you'll become Lisa's ideal mate and you'll have her again." Dave says. "You mean I'll turn into that asshole Tony?" I spit. "Hmm... I don't know," shrugs Dave. "We don't have to cast it if you don't want to - I can see if there's another spell in here." As Dave looks for another spell, I begin to consider turning myself into Lisa's ideal mate. Wouldn't it be perfect if I came back into her life and she fell for me. I could make Tony know how it feels to be cheated on. Then, when Lisa is mine again I can turn around and cheat on her so she, too, knows how it feels. "Okay fine." I say, grinning. "Turn me into her ideal mate and I'll sleep with her. Tony will have a fit and break up with her and then I'll turn around and cheat on her too." "Wow - talk about karma, eh?" Dave laughs. He flips back to the first page and shows me the spell. "Just read these words out loud and it should just happen when you finish the passage." "I can't read it. Can you cast it for me?" I ask. "I suppose - let me give it a shot..." Dave looks at the spellbook and begins the incantation. He reads several passages and suddenly grabs my arm. I feel a jolt run through my body coming from where his hand is. That's when everything goes dark. --- "Larry?" I hear Dave's voice. "Are you okay?" "What the hell happened?" I ask, my eyes fluttering open. I realize I'm in my bed and don't remember how I got here. "You blacked out as soon as the spell was finished." Dave answers. "Did it work?" I ask, sitting up anxious to see how Lisa's ideal mate will look. "The spell definitely changed you into someone much more attractive..." Dave trails off. As I move to get out of the bed, I notice the hair tickling my shoulders and the foreign weight on my chest. I look down to see a pair of breasts under my shirt. Grabbing one, I feel a shock as I give it a squeeze. "Dave?!" I nearly scream. "What did you do to me?!" "I don't know!" he admits. "It seems like Lisa's ideal lover is a hot brunette girl." I get up and run to the mirror. I can see what he means by a hot brunette girl - I'm a total babe. "Holy shit, this is unreal!" I stammer. "I can't believe that's me." "I can't believe it either," Dave frowns. "So can you change me back?" I ask, trying not to freak out. "I think so," nods Dave. "I found a spell that can undo other spells. I didn't want to try it until you woke up and I talked to you. Obviously I didn't interpret the last spell properly so I wanted your permission before I cast another one on you." I look at the girl in the mirror and wonder if this is why Lisa was never really that interested in sex. Was she really a lesbian? "Maybe we should hold off on more magic," I say as I lift up my shirt to get a better look at my new tits. Dave just watches in silence as I explore my new body. "Are you really okay with being a girl?" he finally asks as I'm running my hands over my flat tummy. "Hell, no," I answer, turning to get a better view of my ass. This was one hot body, I thought, as I bent over and struck various poses. "But one thing's for sure - before I change back, I want to try to get back at Tony and Lisa. If this is the kind of lover Lisa wants, I'll give it to her. I'm going to break them up before we cast that undo spell." "You're really going to become the lesbian lover of your ex-girlfriend to punish her and her boyfriend?" Dave laughs. "That sounds utterly ridiculous!" "Almost as ridiculous as being unfaithful the moment your boyfriend goes out of the country," I growl. "They've got it coming to them..." "You're not just a hot babe, you're a total bitch!" laughs Dave. "Remind me not to get on your bad side." As I continue to turn in the mirror, I wink at Dave. "I don't think I have a bad side!" "Certainly not from where I'm sitting." he winks back. -- After I finish inspecting my new body in the mirror, I close the bathroom door and take a closer look at my new equipment. I was 100% girl and I needed to get acquainted with my new parts. I sat on the toilet and figure out how to do my business. Washing up, I head back out to meet Dave and see if he wants to help me formulate my plan. "So, how do you plan on breaking up Tony and Lisa?" Dave asks when he sees me. "Are you sure Lisa is even into girls? Maybe you could sleep with Tony." "Hell, no!" I laugh. "I never thought Lisa was into chicks but there's no way I'm sleeping with Tony. I turned into a girl for a reason - if the spellbook thinks this is Lisa's ideal mate, I'm willing to give it a shot. If it turns out she's not into girls, we'll just cast the undo spell and that'll be that." "Fair enough." Dave nods. "I can't say I'm disappointed with becoming roommates with a fox." "It's just temporary," I laugh, somewhat uncomfortably. Dave is my best friend and I love him like a brother, but I can't have him thinking of me as anything other than Larry. "Well, stay a girl as long as you like." Dave answers. "As cute as you are, I know you're still Larry in there and won't do anything to risk our friendship. And when it comes to your plans of revenge, I'll help out with anything you need." "Thanks," I smile at Dave. I knew I could count on him. "You seem pretty comfortable as a girl," he notices. "And you seem pretty comfortable as a stud," I fire back. "What?" Dave blinks. "That's totally not the same. I got a bit taller and my dick grew. You got shorter, grew tits and your dick disappeared." "I know," I nod. "I actually feel a bit strange but it's nothing I can't handle for a few days. Being a girl isn't so different than being a guy, I think. Playing the part of the girl, though, is what I think is going to be the hard part to accept." "Uh... what?" blinks Dave. "I mean... sure my body has changed, but that's physical." I try to explain. "It's like you getting taller. Your brain accepted and adapted to your new body. I think my brain is doing its best to cope with the changes in my body. I've already got my hand-eye coordination and can walk with this lower center of gravity. Even these tits are starting to feel natural." "So you're becoming a girl then?" Dave asks. "No, I already am a girl." I counter. "I'm just adjusting to it. But I'm just wearing a tee-shirt and pajamas. When it comes to actually playing the part of a girl - you know, like wearing bras and panties. Skirts and heels. Doing my hair and makeup... I shudder at the thought of having to take part in any of that..." "Hahaha!" Dave finally gets the difference and nods. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know. I've got a big cock now if you ever want to prac-" "Shut the hell up!" I laugh. "I guess I'm going to need a new wardrobe, eh? Feel like shopping?" "Not even an hour as a girl and already you want to go shopping?" laughs Dave. "I bet by this time tomorrow you'll be gossiping at the local salon with the rest of the other chicks." "Come on, man!" I frown. "I don't want to waste a lot of cash on women's clothes, but I need to at least get something to wear." "Why don't you check your closet?" asks Dave. I stop in my tracks, wondering what he could mean. Dave's clothes adjusted to his new body after the spell - did that mean mine did too? I head into my room and open the closet to find it crammed full of women's clothes and shoes. My dresser is full of underwear and pantyhose, camisoles and women's t-shirts. I can't believe it. "Looks like you're a bit of a clotheshorse, eh?" Dave says. I open my mouth to argue but the argument dies in my throat because it appears to be true. "Looks like it." I finally say. "At least I don't need to go shopping now." Dave and I begin to root through my closet to see what kind of girl I've turned into. "Holy shit, Larry, check this out." Dave says holding up a sexy red mini-dress that looks two sizes too small. The fabric is so soft and clingy, a part of me wonders what it'd look like on my new body. That dress is only the beginning though, as we find several more sexy outfits in the closet. "Damn, man! How the hell am I even going to walk in these?" I ask as I find a container full of shoes. Each pair of shoes seems to have a higher heel than the last. "There's not even a pair of sneakers in here." "Classy," smiles Dave. He then holds up a pair of thigh-high boots with a grin. "You aren't a street-walker by night, are you?" "I sure as hell hope not," I frown. The outfits we're finding, though, make me wonder exactly what kind of girl I turned into. Maybe I should cast that undo spell sooner rather than later. "At least there's a lot of things in here, so I can try to find something that Lisa might like." "Hmm..." Dave hums. "I wonder if Lisa likes trashy girls and that's why you seem to be a bit of a..." "A what?" I ask. The look I give him makes Dave swallow his words before completing his sentence. "A liberal minded woman?" Dave grins after a moment of thought. "Come on - there's so many outfits in this closet. Sure there are some sexy things in there, but most of it is pretty vanilla. How many women don't have sexy things in their closet?" I ask. "I... actually don't know." admits Dave. "I've never been in a woman's closet before... and to tell you the truth, I don't think I ever want to again." "You and me both, brother." I agree. I grab a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt and leave the sexy stuff for another time. "You might want a bra." Dave suggests. I shoot him a glare but he just nods, his eyes on my chest. My nipples are poking out of the t-shirt I'm wearing and I figure he might be right. He closes the door so I can get changed in private. Stripping, I struggle to get the bra on before putting on a clean pair of panties and then the jeans and t-shirt. I put on some socks too, assuming I must have a pair of reasonable shoes at the door. Just before I head for the living room, I stop in front of the small table with the mirror and take a look at myself. I am such a cute girl, it's hard not to look. I wonder what I might look like with some makeup on and sit at the table to see what I can do. I look at all the brushes and things and wonder what they're for. It's amazing that women can do this every morning, I think. As I sit and watch the girl in the mirror, I try to think of what she would do. I pick up the tube of lipstick before putting it back down without applying any. I look at the mascara and the eye liner and wonder how it works. As I stare at the makeup in my hand, things seem to get dizzy for a second and I close my eyes. Blinking, I try to clear my head with a shake. I feel my wavy brown hair tickle my bare shoulders. I look at the mascara I'm still holding and realize that something about my hand is different. My nails have been polished red! What the... I look in the mirror and I see that I'm no longer dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. I'm wearing the red minidress we'd found earlier. It looks even better on me than I dreamt. My legs are covered in sheer, black pantyhose and I have a pair of black heels on my feet. I can't believe my eyes at what I'm wearing, but the even bigger shock is when I notice my face -- it's been done up in makeup perfectly! I'm no longer just a hot brunette, I'm a goddess ready for action! I stand up and twirl unevenly in the heels as I look at myself in the mirror. Whatever happened when I got dizzy really did a number on me. I'm gorgeous and dressed to impress. I wonder what Dave will think. I head out to the living room, walking slowly to try to adjust to the heels on my feet. "Holy smokes!" Dave gasps upon seeing me. "When you said you were worried about playing the part of the girl, I thought you'd be easing into it. Boy was I wrong..." "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted," I answer. "Take it as a compliment, please!" he smiles. "You look beautiful. I've never seen anyone look as good as you without photoshop." I can feel my cheeks turning crimson at the comment. "If Lisa isn't interested in you, I'm sure there's going to be a number of other people who are." Dave continues. "Both men and women!" "Stop it!" I laugh. "I'm only doing this to get back at Lisa. I have no interest in staying this way." "Too bad," needles Dave. "This is definitely an improvement. I know it's still you in there, Larry, but it's hard for me not to want to jump your bones regardless." "Well, get dressed." I answer. "Since I'm dressed for a night out anyways, let's see if we can find Lisa and Tony and get this plan started." "Tonight?" Dave blinks. "It's already eight o'clock!" "Then hurry up." I answer. Dave hops up and dashes into his room to get ready to go out. While he's changing, I check online to see if Lisa posted any updates about where she's going tonight. Luckily, I see she's checked in at her favourite club, "The Honeypot". When Dave finally shows up, he looks good. I've never seen him dressed to go to a club before. Apparently his wardrobe changed as much as mine did because he's wearing a pair of pants I've never seen before and a tight fitting shirt that shows off his new physique. "Ready to go, my lady?" he asks charmingly. "I am, my prince." I wink, taking his hand as he leads me out of the apartment. We grab a taxi and head to the Honeypot to see if we can find our intended couple. When we arrive, there's a long lineup to get in. I frown. "Maybe we should just come back tomorrow before the crowds show up," I suggest, not eager to wait in the line for the hour or more it'll take. "But we got all dressed up." laughs Dave. "We could go to another club if you like." Before we can continue our conversation, the bouncer grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Dave follows me in quickly. "You two will never have to wait in line again," smiles the bouncer. He gives me and Dave each a card and tells me to show them anytime we want to get in. "These are for special customers only." I look at Dave and he looks as puzzled as I feel. "You're kidding, right?" the bouncer laughs. "Are you guys new in town?" "We just arrived, actually," I say, which is partially true if you consider that we were different people this morning. "You two are the kind of people clubs like this like to have on the inside. You're both beautiful people, and others will want to come in just to try to meet you." the bouncer explains. Ahh, so it was true that the hot girls can get into any club they want, I think. "Okay, thanks!" I say, smiling at the bouncer. Dave shakes his hand and we head inside. The music is loud, much louder than I expected. There's a crowd of people on the dance floor and another large group over at the bar. We move slowly through the crowd until we find a vacant table. A waitress takes our order and we sit and wait for the drinks to arrive. "This is crazy," I tell Dave, never having been in a club before. "I know!" he nods, his eyes are on the dance floor where a number of hot girls are shaking their barely covered booties. I can barely take my eyes off them either, although I am looking for one booty in particular who I have yet to see. "Any sign of Lisa or Tony?" I ask, scanning the crowds again. "I... Oh, yeah." Dave snaps back to reality. "I was getting a little caught up in the atmosphere, I guess." The waitress arrives with two beers and we sit and sip our drinks. After three beer, Dave gets up to go use the toilet, leaving me alone for the first time since I changed into a girl. As soon as he's out of sight, the first man shows up to hit on me. "Damn, girl, you are fine!" says a drunken douchebag as he leers at my body. "How's about you let me buy you a drink?" "How's about you piss off?" I answer, disgusted. The guy shrugs and leaves to find another girl to charm. "Some guys are real jerks, eh?" another man says, sitting where Dave was. "I'm Steve, by the way. Is this seat taken?" "Hi Steve," I smile. "And yes, that seat is taken. That's why there's a jacket on it." Steve takes the hint, smiles at me and then departs without another word. Before I have time to even take a drink, another person is at my table. "Hey, babe," a familiar voice greets me. "Have we ever met before? You look very familiar to me..." I look up to see Tony staring at my face. "I... we've met?" I never expected that. Fear suddenly grips me as I realize that since my wardrobe changed, it must mean that other things in my life also did. Before I can think the thought through completely, though, Tony interrupts. "I swear I've seen you before." Then Tony smiles his most charming smile and continues, "I'm sure you have been in my dreams." I laugh at the cheesiness of the line. Tony seems to take that as an invitation to sit down. He extends his hand and says "My name is Tony and you are?" I shake his hand politely and answer, "I'm ... uh... Lara." "Nice to meet you Lara," Tony smiles. "I can't believe a girl like you is sitting alone on a Friday night..." "I'm not." I force myself to smile. "I'm sitting with you." "Touche," Tony grins. "Actually I'm here with my girlfriend and need to go find her. She'd be pissed if she saw me talking to a hottie like you." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Am I being blown off by Tony? "Okay, Tony." I answer, trying to hide the shock in my voice. Why was I feeling so disappointed that I was being let down by a guy I had no interest in? Tony disappears back into the crowd. I try to follow him with my eyes to see where Lisa might be but lost him amongst all the people. I turn back to my drink on the table only to find someone else sitting with me. "What the hell are you doing with my boyfriend?" Lisa growls at me. "I... he... we weren't doing anything!" I plead. This was not exactly how I intended to introduce Lisa to the new me. "If you go near him again, I will rip that pretty little hair right off your pretty little head." she says, giving me an evil glare. "Wait!" I say, grabbing her arm. Lisa turns and looks at me with a scowl. "I don't know who you think I am, but I am not interested in your boyfriend at all. He came and sat down at my table. He hit on me." "That's bullshit." Lisa snaps. "Why would he hit on you when he's got me?" "I don't know," I shrug, trying to seem innocent. "But believe me, I am here with a friend of my own. But he's more my cover than anything - I'm not even into men, if you know what I mean..." "You're a carpet muncher?" Lisa laughs. I am taken aback at the insult. "Damn, I guess Tony really is safe, eh?" "I... my name is Lara." I say, offering my hand, trying to get my plan on track. This is not going anywhere near as well as I'd hoped. "Good for you. I'm not into girls, Lara." Lisa says, pushing my hand away. "I don't think this is the right kind of club for that kind of thing. You should check out the Club Venus on 22nd Avenue - I hear it's good for your type of girl... Good night, Lara." Lisa gets up and disappears as quickly as she appeared. I am left alone with my thoughts for only a few seconds before Dave finally reappears. "Those washrooms are packed," he says. "I can't imagine what the women's washroom will be like - if you are planning on pissing anytime in the next two hours, you should go line up now." "Haha," I say, automatically crossing my legs. "I just saw Tony and Lisa..." "You did? Where?" Dave looks up and scans the crowd. "Should I leave you alone so you can hit on her? I can distract Tony if you like. What's the play?" "I already talked to both of them." I relay the story of his time away in the toilet. Dave can't help laughing at the situation. "So you turned into Lisa's ideal mate only to find out that she's not even into girls?" Dave cackles. "So who, then, are you the ideal mate for?" I take a long pull from my beer and sigh. "I guess because I was no longer in love with anyone when we cast the spell I turned into my own wet dream..." "You are your own ideal mate?" blinks Dave. "That's a bit weird, isn't it?" "Well, not when you consider that I was in China for two weeks and the only loving I got was from my left hand. I was expecting to meet Lisa this weekend but obviously that didn't happen..." I lower my head and take another drink of beer. "Maybe the book interpreted my last lover as myself." "Come on," says Dave. "Let's go home and undo that spell..." "Let's have another drink first." I suggest. "We're already here and we might as well get our money's worth." "Are you sure?" Dave asks. "Yah, why not." I finish off the bottle of beer and order another round with the waitress. "I could use a stiff drink and I can always get my balls back tomorrow." "Okay," Dave shrugs. I can tell he's conflicted and he wants to console me but isn't sure what to do. He finishes his beer quickly before the next round arrives and says, "I'll make sure you get home safe." "My hero." I smile weakly at him. We sit and watch everyone around us having a good time as we polish off another round of drinks. Dave is fascinated by the girls out on the dance floor but he doesn't want to abandon me. I feel bad, being unable to be his wingman for the evening, before I get an idea. "Come on," I say, taking his hand. "What?" Dave looks at me, confused. "I've been watching you watch these girls all night. I know you want to be out there dancing with a hot girl instead of hanging out with your depressed roommate." I answer. "Well, lucky for you, tonight your depressed roommate IS a hot girl so cheer him up by dancing with him." "Heh," Dave looks embarrassed. "I'm not a very good dancer." "Neither am I," I reply, stumbling in my heels. "You want to try walking in these shoes? How the hell am I going to dance in them!" "We don't have to do this," Dave answers. I take his hand and pull him onto the floor. I begin to move my body, trying to copy some of the other girls. I'm sure I look even more awkward than I feel, but Dave starts getting into it so I don't stop. The music pounds in the background as Dave and I become more comfortable on the dance floor. At first it feels like everyone is staring at us but eventually I realize that everyone else is just trying to have a good time too. Soon enough, I don't see anyone else on the floor but Dave. "Dave, you're really a good friend," I say, trying to be heard over the music. I realize he can't hear me so I move closer to him and repeat myself next to his ear. "Larry, you're my best friend." he answers. "I'd do anything for you." "I know," I smile at him. The music continues to blare and I suddenly feel very light-headed. "I think I've had too much to drink... maybe we should call a cab." "Okay, Larry." Dave nods. He's had just as much beer as I did, but now he's more than double my weight. "I don't know how you're still standing after all that beer. I'm feeling a bit tipsy myself." We head for the door together after paying our tab. I slip my hand into Dave's and we exit past the bouncer who let us in. He smiles at us and gives Dave a thumbs up. I wonder what that's about but then remember he's leaving with a hot girl. Once inside the cab, I lean my head on Dave's shoulder and close my eyes. The world is starting to spin as the alcohol that flows through my veins starts having a greater effect. Dave puts his arm around me as we ride in silence. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne is the last thing I remember before I pass out. -- The bright sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains hits my eyelids and melts my brain when I open my eyes. My head is pounding as I realize I have the biggest hangover I've ever had. "Ooooh," I moan, trying to remember what the hell happened. I rub my head, feeling the silky hair that still grows out of my head and remember I'm still a member of the fairer sex. I roll over to find myself face to face with a still sleeping Dave. My eyes widen and I quickly put my hand over my mouth before I can scream at him. He was just as drunk as I was, I tell myself. This is all a big misunderstanding, I think. I look under the covers to see that I'm naked and so is he. He wasn't lying when he said his cock got bigger! He's hung like a horse! I try to slip out from under the covers discretely and pad my way to the door. My entire body is aching as much as my head is pounding and I promise myself not to ever drink that much again. I close the door behind me as I head for my own room. I find an old t-shirt to wear and some panties before climbing into my own bed to try to sleep off the rest of this hangover. -- It's 2:30 in the afternoon before I wake up again and my mouth feels like sandpaper. My head is only slightly less sore than it was hours before. I get up and use the toilet before finding some sweat pants to wear and head out to the living room. Dave is sitting on the couch nursing his own hangover as he plays some war game on the PS3. He pauses his game when he sees me come in. "Good morning, Larry," he says cheerfully. "Some night last night, eh?" "That's all you have to say for yourself?" I ask, anger bubbling up inside of me. How can he sit so smugly after taking advantage of me like that? "Um..." Dave blinks. "What else should I say? I didn't want to wake you because you were sleeping so soundly in your bed." "What the fuck, dude?" I growl. "I woke up naked in your bed this morning!" "What?!" Dave drops his controller. He looks at me with still clouded eyes and I can tell his hangover is just as bad as mine. "Last night I had to carry you out of the taxi and I put you to bed. In YOUR bed! Hell, I didn't even take off your dress, just your shoes..." "Oh really?" I glare at him. "Then how do you explain where I woke up?" "I have no idea - I swear after I put you to bed I went and passed out in my own bed." he answers. I can tell by the horror on his face that he is telling the truth. "But then..." I close my eyes, trying to piece together what happened. The last thing I remember is the cab ride. The intoxicating smell of Dave as I passed out in his strong arms. As I focus my mind, another memory pops up into my head. "Oh fuck." "What happened?" Dave asks. "I know what happened." I frown. The memory is becoming crystal clear in my mind. "I was drunk, Larry," Dave frowns, lowering his head in shame. "If I did anything to hurt you, I'm sorry..." "It wasn't you, Dave," I admit. "It was me. After you put me to bed, I woke up and went to the washroom. I stripped off my clothes intending to put on pajamas, but when I saw myself naked in the mirror I felt a bit horny. I touched my pussy and it was wet. Instinctively, I came into your room. You were passed out but your cock was rock hard. I don't know what I was thinking, but I was so curious about it. I started playing with it in my small hands and started turning myself on even more. I was imagining it was my cock and my hands were someone else's..." "You gave me a hand job while I was asleep?" Dave looks up, a silly grin on his face. "Seriously?" "That's not all..." This time it is my turn to lower my gaze. "I was so horny, my pussy was so wet. I started to finger myself and it was amazing. I wondered what it would be like to have something bigger inside me. I was so hot..." "You mean..." Dave's eyes widen, his smile disappearing. "I rolled you over onto your back and sat on top of you. Your dick was so big, it was actually painful to get it inside of me. Once in, though, it felt amazing.... I moved slowly at first, up and down on your big cock..." I close my eyes, remembering back to that moment. "I couldn't help myself..." I look at Dave to see his reaction and it's not just the shocked expression on his face that tells me he had no idea. The bulge in his pants tells me that he's not completely adverse to the idea of fucking his formerly male roommate. "When I came for the first time, I nearly screamed." I continue. "My entire body shook with the orgasm and it was all I could do not to cry out. I didn't want to wake you so kept as quiet as I could..." I could feel myself getting wet again as I recounted the story. "After the first orgasm, I thought I should just leave and get some sleep but I knew that women can have multiple orgasms and your dick was still rock hard. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? So I just kept on going, riding that big rod until I was overcome with pleasure that I collapsed on top of you. I've never felt such a good feeling before..." I could tell Dave was trying to hide his growing excitement. I, too, was ashamed to admit that I was getting horny again. "After I was laying on your bed with you, I closed my eyes waiting for the heat of the moment to subside. I guess I fell asleep before I could get back to my room. When I woke up, I didn't have any idea how I got there. Luckily I didn't kill you like my first instinct told me to do." I laugh. "Good thing," nods Dave. He shifts in his seat to try to hide the tent his pants have become. "I'm not sure what to say, Larry. I've never been raped before..." I try to laugh. "I've never raped anyone before..." "What the hell, dude," Dave says angrily. "You had no right to do that..." "I know," I stop laughing. "I don't know what came over me. I never wanted anything like that to happen but the beer... believe me, this isn't something I'm proud of..." "Maybe we should think about casting that undo spell before anything else happens." Dave suggests. Immediately I remember the spellbook and my mind is put somewhat at ease. "That's a good idea." I nod. "I'd hate to get too used to those orgasms. They might be addictive..." Dave pulls out the spellbook and turns to the page he's bookmarked. He looks at me, anger and hurt still in his eyes, before starting to read the words inscribed on the page. I sit down on the couch next to Dave and wait for him to complete the spell. It sounds like familiar gibberish, but who am I to judge? Up until yesterday, I'd never heard a spell in my life. Dave reaches out and grabs my arm, as he did the last time and just as last time, everything goes black. -- As I slowly regain consciousness, I can hear the television is still on the pause screen of the PS3 game Dave was playing. I sit up to see that I'm still in the living room and, much to my surprise, I'm still a girl! "What the fuck?!" I whisper to myself as I look around to try to figure out what happened. I walk over to the bathroom and look in the mirror to confirm my suspicions. I'm still the hot brunette I was turned into the previous evening. I head back into the living room to look for any sign of Dave. I nearly jump out of my skin when a small Asian girl wearing a nightie appears from the kitchen carrying a sandwich. "Hey, Larry," she says at me as she sits on the couch. She offers me a seat next to her and half of her sandwich. "Do I know you?" I ask, sitting beside her. "Of course you do!" she laughs. "It's me, Dave!" "What the hell?" I blink. "Did something go wrong with the spell?" "No. I don't think so..." Dave answers quietly. "Then why are you a girl instead of me being a man? Was it a redo spell instead of an undo spell or something?" I ask, trying to understand how we're both girls. "I didn't cast the undo spell." he almost whispers. "What?" I growl. "What did you try to cast? Were you trying to make me your love slave or something? I'm going to kill you!" "Wait!" Dave jumps up. "Hear me out. I cast the same spell I cast the first time." "The attractiveness spell?" I ask. "I thought you said it faded out of existence?" "I mean I cast the ideal mate spell again." Dave smiles wistfully. "I knew the moment I saw you as a girl that you ended up being my ideal mate. You're the girl of my dreams and I was so sorry to have changed you like that..." "So this isn't Lisa's ideal mate?" I blink. So that's why she wasn't interested in me at all. "No. And I couldn't tell you because you were so adamant about revenge against Lisa and Tony. I wanted you to cool down and thought you needed some time. If we changed you back right away, you probably would have wanted to find another, more devious spell." Dave explains. "What kind of person do you take me for?" I ask. I have to admit, though, I was pretty pissed off and once I realized the spellbook was real, I may have been tempted to try to use it. "Just a jilted lover." answers Dave. "I never imagined you'd accept the girl's' body as quickly as you did and when you came out dressed to the nines, I couldn't refuse your offer to go out. I never intended to act on my impulses though." "You were a perfect gentleman," I nod. "And I thank you for that. So then why are the perfect woman now?" "After you told me your story of how you came into my bed and got your rocks off, I thought you had accepted yourself as a woman and were ready to have a boyfriend." Dave frowns. "I hated the fact that you used me like you did and I thought it'd be fitting if I turned myself into your perfect mate. I never imagined your perfect mate would be a girl too..." "You never imagined my perfect mate would be a girl?" I blink. "But I'm not gay!" "Apparently, you are," laughs Dave. "Are you telling me you aren't attracted to this body?" I look at the cute Asian girl that Dave has become. I did have a thing for small Japanese girls and his body fit the bill. Her body was definitely as cute as they come and her small, perky breasts poked out of her shirt invitingly. It was Dave's face, though, that struck me the most. She was beautiful. "You are definitely my ideal lover," I admit. "Unfortunately, I'm not equipped to make love to you right now. Where's the spellbook?" "I've been scouring the pages for something to turn us back." Dave answers. "I tried the undo spell on you while you were sleeping but it didn't undo anything. There's nothing else that sounds remotely possible to changing us back into the men we used to be." I let my head flop back onto the couch as the words sink in. I'm stuck as a girl is what Dave is trying to say. WE are stuck as girls. "So that's it?" I ask. "We never should have messed around with magic." "You're probably right," nods Dave. "Every story I've ever heard or seen warns of abusing power. We should have been more careful." I frown. "Certainly, I never should have thought of revenge." "Maybe I should get rid of this book before we do any more harm," Dave suggests. "Although... There are a few spells that seem interesting - there's one that will make us rich and another that'll keep us young forever..." "Sounds like a good way to end up in jail or as immortal children..." I laugh. "True." laughs Dave. "Okay - I'll take the book back to the pawn shop later and see if I can get my fifty bucks back." "Good idea," I nod. I take a bite of the sandwich Dave prepared and consider how different things are now than they were just 24 hours ago. Dave eats his half of the sandwich before picking up the PS3 controller to continue his game. I watch as the small Asian girl plays the PS3 with the same intensity of my former male roommate and can't help but to think she's so cute. I reach over and take Dave's small hand in my own. Our eyes meet and the controller drops to the floor as we lean in and kiss each other. We are each other's ideal lover and although we aren't in our male bodies, we do manage to figure out how to please each other soon enough. We quickly move the action into Dave's bedroom where we find his closet it as full of sexy clothes as mine is. He takes the opportunity to dress in some lingerie and we spend the night modelling for each other before bringing one another to orgasm. It is a wonderful way to spend an evening! -- It wasn't until late Sunday morning that we wake up in Dave's bed together and I realize that maybe being Lara isn't going to be so bad after all. Dave, now Dana, also seems to be easily adjusting to his new feminine life. When she wakes up, Dana is still in a corset and stockings. "I have a deal for you, Lara," Dana grins, laying beside me in the bed. "What?" I ask, curious. "Since you're my ideal girl and I am yours, why don't we pick each others clothes for the day?" she grins. "Oh, that sounds like fun!" I coo. "But it sounds risky too." "Come on," she pouts. "Where's your sense of adventure?" "Okay, but you have to pick my outfit first then." Dana agrees and bounds out of her room returning quickly with a summery one-piece dress, some pale pantyhose and a pair of reasonably heeled sandals. I look at it, obviously surprised at her choice. "What?" she asks playfully. "We can be sexy anytime we want. In fact, I have an entirely different outfit in mind for bed tonight, but for now I want you to be my cute girlfriend." I smile, happy to know Dana is so considerate. I wander into her closet to find a similarly suitable outfit for her. I pick out a short skirt and t-shirt that will look great on her little body with a pair of thigh-high socks and running shoes. "You're really into the whole Asian look, aren't you?" she teases. "So sue me," I laugh. We both get dressed and head out for a quick breakfast before stopping off at the pawn shop. I browse around while Dana haggles with the owner over the price. She talks him up to paying five dollars for the book before finally giving in. "Find anything interesting?" she asks me as I wander up and down the crowded shop. "I have a whole five dollars we can spend on something." Nothing really catches my eye, but I do notice a tacky piece of costume jewelry that only costs five dollars among the more expensive pieces. "Want to buy me a necklace?" I ask playfully. "Whoops," the shopkeeper exclaims as he rushes over to us. "That piece is not for sale! I don't know how it got in there." He takes the cheap-looking medallion and brings it into his backroom before I can argue. "Guess it just wasn't meant to be," I shrug. Before we leave, I notice a young man happily paying fifty dollars for the spellbook we just returned. Part of me feels like I should warn him about what happened but then I look at Dana and another part of me wishes him luck. I take Dana's hand and we walk home slowly, enjoying each other's company. -- A month has passed since Dave turned into Dana and me into Lara. We both have adjusted well to becoming women. It was a great relief to both of us when we found that our jobs were still waiting for us on Monday morning. Even better, our friends and family didn't seem to notice that we went from Larry and Dave to Lara and Dana in a single weekend. It's like Larry and Dave never existed and we were both happy with that as it helped us adjust even quicker... but then it happened... I come home Friday night to find Dana is wrapped up in a blanket curled up on the couch. "What's wrong, babe?" I ask her. "Are you sick?" "Noo," she whines. "I don't know how you're dealing with things so well..." "What things?" I ask. She'd been coping with being Dana so well over the last thirty days that I just assumed she was going to be okay for life. Maybe I was wrong. "Haven't you had your first period yet?" Dana frowns. "I was in the middle of my office when I started to bleed and didn't have any tampons or anything. It was so embarrassing!" My eyes widen. My first period? I never even thought of that! "I haven't had any periods yet." I answer. "Good thing you warned me, I need to get ready for when it does come!" "Don't worry - I picked up some tampons on the way home today." Dana says. "You're lucky you got warned before something similar happened to you." I nod. As it turns out, though, my period never came. Instead, nine months later I gave birth to my son David, named after his father who disappeared the night Dana came into my life.