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Bikini Beach: Cheer Squad A young man enjoys being on the cheer squad, but it causes him a lot of social problems. A friend suggests that maybe, if he wants to continue as a cheerleader, Bikini Beach could help out. ********** Bikini Beach: Cheer Squad This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Will Harding closed his eyes and took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself for something. Opening his eyes, he pushed on the door into the boys' locker room and stepped boldly inside, or at least as boldly as his average frame and wire-rim glasses would allow when entering the domain of muscle-bound football jocks. The noise from the locker room was boisterous as the young men from the team changed into their practice uniforms. One of them, Chip Monroe, the captain of the defensive unit, noticed Will stepping to his locker. "Oh, look, guys!" he yelled. "The cheerleader is here!" "Did you come to see what real men look like, sissy boy?" another boy taunted. Will felt his cheeks burning. He had known that the teasing was coming; after all, he'd already put up with the ridicule for over two months, ever since cheerleading practice had started this past summer ??" about the same time as football practice had begun. As Will pulled on his running pants, another boy couldn't help adding to the taunting. "Don't forget to put on your makeup!" Will closed his eyes for a moment, counting to ten. Not that losing his temper would do any good; in the first week, when he'd protested their teasing, he'd ended up stuffed in a locker, given a wedgie, and suffered several other indignities. Even the place kicker would have been able to beat Will to a pulp. "Are you girls going shopping after practice?" "Oh, shopping! I bet he finds some fabulous new pumps to match his dress!" "You're wearing a cup? You're kidding! For cheerleading?" "Maybe it's to look a little more manly downstairs!" Will shook his head sadly as the team continued to have fun at his expense. They'd never been accidentally kicked in the groin by cheerleaders slipping during acrobatic maneuvers. The cup was _very_ necessary, just like it was to the football players. But they would never understand. Will pulled on a plain gray T-shirt and walked out of the locker room, letting the door shut behind him to silence the taunts. As he neared the area where the cheerleaders were already practicing, Will sighed again. He was late ??" again, thanks to a teacher who insisted that _he_ stay after chemistry class to clean up some of the mess left by the jocks. After all, they had _real_ practice. "You're late!" the cheerleader coach, Paula Young, yelled. "I had to …." Will started to protest. He hated arguing with the coach, especially since his parents had taught him to show respect to authority figures. The other reason was that Coach Young was in her late twenties, and very attractive. She wore her auburn hair in a ponytail that seemed to dance tantalizingly whenever she was demonstrating moves or working out. She wore a tight spandex top, which accentuated the fact that the only areas that looked like they weren't muscle were positioned very strategically on her chest. Her very shapely rear attracted stares like moths to a flame. She was also very strict with her cheerleaders. "I don't care why you're late. Get your ass in gear and get to it!" Will Harding was the only boy on the cheer squad. He had no interest in playing football or basketball, but he really enjoyed cheerleading. Of course, that led to seemingly endless taunting and teasing. After all, the other boys thought, only a sissy would want to be a cheerleader. Will worked harder than any of the girls; he had to. As the only guy, he was always doing lifts and catches, which required timing and strength on his part. He sighed to himself between routines; the football jocks would have been stunned at how much strength and coordination it really took to do the acrobatic routines. It took a lot of practice with the girls to get the routines down so they looked easy. After a long practice session, with a couple of new routines, the coach dismissed the cheerleaders. The girls headed immediately for their locker room to change. Will, however, sat down to rest and to drink some water. It was obviously a stall tactic to avoid yet another confrontation with the jocks. Coach Young noticed. She walked over and sat next to Will. "Good workout," she complimented him as she sat down. "You work pretty hard at this." Will snorted. "Yeah. For all _that_ matters." "More teasing?" Coach Young knew that Will had been teased mercilessly by some of the football team in the past. In fact, many of the non- athlete male students taunted and harassed Will as well over his cheerleading. "Yeah." Will glanced up at the coach. "You aren't going to … report it, are you? You know what they'll do to me if you do." He sounded like he was pleading. "No," Coach Young answered easily. Will looked at the coach, his eyes full of gratitude. Damn, he thought, she looks so good. Coach Paula was quite attractive in an athletic way. Fit, trim, she had moderate breasts that appeared to have not a millimeter of sag. Her abdomen was perfectly flat, as he'd seen occasionally when she demonstrated a move to the girls and her shirt had lifted. When she wasn't coaching, her hair was layered playfully. In short, she was very sexy. Will swallowed hard and thought about his math class so he wouldn't get hard looking at her. "Thanks - for trying to understand." He sighed, tossed his water cup in the trash, and stood up. "I guess I can't put this off any longer." "You aren't thinking about quitting, are you?" the coach asked bluntly. She had a habit of getting straight to the point. Will gulped; somehow, she knew exactly what he was thinking. "I don't think so," he replied without enthusiasm. "I really like cheering. It's … fun. But ...." He didn't need to complete the sentence. "Well," the coach said as she stood up, "just keep that in mind and try to ignore them." Her towel slipped off her shoulder, and she automatically bent over to pick it up. Will felt himself getting aroused as he got a view down her blouse at her firm, creamy breasts. "Okay." He turned and walked slowly back to the boys' locker before he got even more embarrassed at being turned on by the coach. ********** "Wait up!" Will halted mid-stride and turned to see who was calling him. Sure enough, he _had_ recognized the voice as belonging to Lana Nguyen, his very good friend since they were in grade school. Lana wasn't on the cheer squad, but she was very supportive of Will's choice of extra- curricular activities. They'd been friends for nearly ten years. "Practice was tough, wasn't it?" Lana said as she reached his side. Lana was a very attractive Vietnamese girl, with straight black hair hanging down to the small of her back, and almond-shaped eyes. She had not an ounce of extra fat on her. She somehow managed to make even plain clothes look glamorous. Will resumed walking, now with Lana beside him. "Tougher than most people know," he said morosely. Lana flinched at the tone of his voice. "They were bad again?" "It was pretty bad." He sighed. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." "Sure, you can," Lana said cheerfully. Will sighed again. The one problem with Lana was that she was always so darned cheerful. He'd never seen her angry or down. If only he could learn the secret of her perpetual cheery mood. "I wish. It's so hard to listen to that, day after day. They have no idea how much work it is or how physical cheering is." "Maybe they're jealous because you spend more time around the cheerleaders," Lana suggested. "Did you think of that?" "Hmmph!" Will snorted. "All the girls are interested in is the jocks on the field. They don't pay much attention to me." "Well, they don't know what they're missing, then." Will wished that Lana wasn't going steady with Trevor Powell. They'd been friends for too long for him to realize that she was growing into a beauty, and by the time he _had_ noticed, it was too late. She and Trevor had been dating for over a year. Will, on the other hand, had no one. He'd been on only one date, and that had been a disaster. Will knew that his lack of social life was partly due to his being on the cheer squad. It actually hurt his social standing, because most guys thought it was gay, and girls acted as if he _was_ gay. The walk home was short, so Will bade Lana good-bye with a wave as he walked toward his house. From the cars in the driveway, he knew that his parents were home early. "Great," Will thought to himself. "Another fun evening with super-jock little brother being babied." Will deeply resented the fact that his brother got away with practically everything because he was on the Freshman football team. Will was a Junior, and was merely a cheerleader, which wasn't as important in the eyes of his dad. The trouble started the moment he walked in the door. He hadn't even dropped his backpack when his dad called to him. "Will? Your mom needs help with dinner." "Aw, Dad!" Will complained, knowing it would do no good but needing to try. "I've got homework." "You can do it later. Help your mom." "Why can't Aiden help out?" Will complained. "He's studying," his dad replied without looking up. "Bullshit!" Will swore. "He's just playing his computer games again!" Will's dad looked up from his computer. "Enough of that language, young man! Now go help your mother, or you'll find yourself grounded!" Will sighed as he dropped his backpack. He trudged slowly to the kitchen, where his mom was busy trying to get something organized for dinner. With both parents working, and both boys in extra-curricular activities, dinner was always last-minute and hectic. "Hi, mom," he said without enthusiasm as he trudged into the kitchen. "What can I do to help?" Will's mom looked up from her task. "Hi, sweetie. How was your day?" Will snorted derisively. He wished she wouldn't call him "sweetie." It sounded so ... feminine, so unmanly. "Same as usual. It sucked." Mom flinched. She'd noticed that Will's enthusiasm was waning. "I take it practice didn't go well?" Will walked to the freezer to get a package of vegetables. "Practice was fine. It's all the other crap that I could do without." He dropped the package of frozen peas on the counter and searched for a pan. "I think I'm going to quit." "Oh?" Mom was surprised. "I didn't think it was that bad. Can't the coach do anything?" "Mom," Will tried to explain as he put water in the pan, "last time she tried, I got the crap beat out of me! I asked her _not_ to do anything." "But … you love cheer squad!" Will nodded sadly. " I can't take much more of the harassment. I think I'm going to quit after Friday's game." "Don't make any decisions in haste," Mom cautioned. "You might want to wait a bit." "Why? It's not like it's going to get any better! No one has any respect for what I do. Not even Dad! He acts like it's some sissy thing, and he favors Aiden!" Will had tried to control his bitterness, but he failed. Will didn't get along with his dad. Dad had been a star athlete in high school, and, after college, had become a sales manager in a hardware distributing company. While Will was a good student, his interests lay more in languages ??" he was taking two foreign language electives at Central. Dad seemed to hold those interests in contempt, and it often showed in his attitude toward Will, or so it seemed. "Will, don't talk like that! You know your dad cares about you!" She didn't sound entirely convincing. Will _did_ get along with his mother. She worked as a paralegal in a very good law firm, where her fluency in Spanish made her a valuable employee. She understood Will's interests, and thus was sympathetic to him. "I doubt it. It's like he's reliving his past through Aiden!" Will sighed as he poured the frozen peas into the pan on the stove. "I can't measure up to what _he_ wants to relive, so I'm not important!" "That's not true." "That's what it feels like." "I'll talk to your dad again tonight," she promised. "I'm not going to hold my breath," Will retorted. "It's never gotten me more than a few days of relief in the past." His mother smiled. "I can always resort to more … persuasive measures," she said with a wink. Will felt his stomach churn at the implications of his mother's statement. He _knew_ what she was talking about, and it seemed … wrong. ********** Will walked with Lana, as usual, on the way home from school. She stayed late for band practice, while he was in cheerleading practice. It was convenient that they could walk to and from school together. They'd been friends, and Lana's cheery mood always seemed to relieve Will's stress. Today, another of the cheerleaders was with them. Nichole Jackson was spending a couple of days staying with Lana because her parents had a family emergency out of town. "You're really getting that new toss down," Nichole commented cheerfully to Will as they walked. She turned to Lana. "You should see it ??" it's going to be awesome. And Will is a great catcher!" Lana laughed. "You're just saying that because he's saving your butt from hitting the turf." "Well, that, too!" Nichole grinned. She glanced at Will and saw that he was silently staring at the ground ahead of them. Lana had noticed Will's funk. "How about if we get some ice cream on the way home? I'm feeling a bit in need of chocolate." Will tried to smile. "You're always in the mood for chocolate." "Okay, it's settled. We'll stop by Marble Slab, then," Nichole announced. "A coconut cream shake will cheer you up," Lana said in an effort to cheer up Will. Fifteen minutes later, the three were sitting in a booth, enjoying their ice cream, or, in Will's case, at least as much as his depressed mood would allow. "Hi, Nichole." The voice was too familiar to Will; Chip and a few of the jocks had the same idea about a quick stopover. Nichole looked up, and she almost visibly melted a Chip's impressive physical appearance and the attention he was paying to her. "Hi, Chip," she cooed. "Are you girls ready for the game Friday night?" he asked, pointedly glancing at Will when he said the word "girls". Will felt his muscles tense and his jaw clench. Nichole didn't notice; she was too busy staring dreamy-eyed at Chip. "We'll be cheering while you guys win," she practically purred. Chip had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and it was obvious that Nichole wanted to take her place. Chip smiled. "Are you doing anything after the game? Some of the guys on the team were thinking the cheerleaders would like to help us celebrate after we win. We're planning a little get-together at Scott's house. Snacks, a movie, music ??" you know." Nichole smiled, trying to look like she wasn't as eager as she really was. "I'd love to go," she answered. Chip smiled again, and then turned to rejoin his buddies. Will shook his head sadly. "See what I mean?" he asked Lana. "And that was mild." Lana nodded. "They're pretty mean. What are you going to do? You love being part of the cheer squad." Nichole had broken her reverie at Chip's attention. "We _need_ you on the squad. You're the only one who can do some of the lifts and catches!" Will looked sullen. "I'm getting really tired of the abuse," he commented. "And you girls will come up with other routines if I'm not there." He rested his forehead on his interlocked hands, with his elbows resting on the table and his eyes closed. "I can't take any more of their crap." He sighed heavily. "I wish there was a way I could be on the squad and not feel like an outcast." After they'd finished their various treats, Lana walked home with Will. When she was sure that there were no snooping ears, she asked Will, "Were you serious when you said you wished there was a way to be a cheerleader and fit in?" Will frowned. "Yeah. Why?" The question seemed odd. "What if I told you that there might be a way? Are you interested?" Lana continued. "Well, yeah," Will retorted. "But …." He saw Lana's expression. "What?" "You don't have practice Saturday, do you?" she asked. "Of course not, but we've got some family activities. Sunday is free, though." Lana smiled. "Good. I'll pick you up about ten Sunday morning. Bring your swim trunks." "Huh? You're not making any sense." Will thought about the weekend. "Better make it noon." He seemed resigned to following Lana's direction, whether he knew what she needed or not. Lana smiled. "You'll understand Sunday." She turned toward her house, but glanced over her shoulder. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, and then we'll see if we can't help you out this weekend. ********** "Ready?" Lana's voice was eager and happy ??" as usual. She acted as if she didn't have some sort of mysterious ‘help' for Will. Will opened the door of Lana's car and slid into the passenger seat. "I suppose." He started buckling his seat belt. "I'd be happier if I knew exactly _what_ you have in mind." "Sometimes, you need a little surprise to … shake things up." She put the car in drive and guided the car out of the driveway. As they pulled into the parking lot, Will's jaw dropped. "Okay, so you brought me to a water park. A water park named Bikini Beach, which, from the looks of it, is full of mostly women. So how is this going to help me?" Lana smiled as if she knew something that she wasn't going to reveal. "You'll have to trust me on this." She parked the car and got out. Will followed, and the two walked to the ticket booth. Lana smiled at the young lady working. "Hi." The girl looked up from her magazine. This late in the day, in early autumn, there weren't many customers, and she looked a little bored. "How can I help you?" "My friend needs a pass." "Okay," the girl said. "One day? Since it's after lunch, we have a bit of a discount. " Lana shook her head. "No, I think we need two weeks." The girl shrugged. "No problem. And for you?" Lana smiled. "I'm a lifetime member, thank you." She glanced at Will. "My mom gave it to me for my birthday last year." The girl quoted a price. Will frowned, but Lana simply smiled and said, "Pay the girl." Will gave Lana a questioning look, but he pulled out his wallet and paid. "Only because we're friends and I trust you," he commented. The girl took Will's name, and then entered some data in her computer. In seconds, a plastic card was printed for him. "I hope you have fun. Remember to shower before you go into the park. Health department regulations, you know." She smiled. "And remember, the rides start closing at six thirty." Will was puzzled by what was happening. Nonetheless, he followed Lana's instructions to change and shower. As he stepped into the shower, he wondered exactly what was going on. A visit to a water park might be a fun way to de-stress, but how was it going to help his social issues? Will felt the warm, massaging spray, and felt the tension flowing from his body. It was soothing and invigorating at the same time. He barely noticed the mist from the shower ??" certainly not enough to notice that it had turned a faint pink. ********** Lana smiled to herself as she heard the scream from the men's locker. The door opened, and a confused girl stepped out into the sunlight, her eyes wide with fright. She had her arm clutched across her chest to hide her breasts. As Lana stepped toward the girl, she saw an older woman ??" the owner, from what she remembered - step briskly toward the semi-nude girl. She said a few words that Lana couldn't hear, and she produced a matching bikini top from seemingly nowhere. The girl stared at the top like it was a snake. "I'll help," Lana volunteered as she neared the two. With the old woman's approving nod, Lana took the bikini top and tied it on the girl. The old woman nodded approvingly. "That's much better. Now I bet you have a ton of questions." The girl nodded, her eyes still wide with fear. "That's an understatement." "Well, Billi, this park is magic. It's intended as a safe haven for women, so the magic changes men." "Like me?" Billi asked. Her eyes widened at the sound of her own voice. "And why did you call me Billi?" Lana smiled. "I'm guessing that, in the altered reality, your name _is_ Billi ??" spelled with an ‘i' like a girl's name." She glanced at the old woman. "Right?" The old woman nodded. "Yes. Why don't you try it? What's your name?" Billi frowned. "That's simple. I'm Billi Renee Harding." Her eyes widened as she spoke her name. "That's not right. I'm not Billi, I'm Billi!" She shook her head. "What's going on? Why can't I say my own name?" "That _is_ your name, at least the way things have changed." She frowned at Lana. "You really should have warned Will of what was going to happen. In Will's case, it was rude." From her words, Lana and Billi both knew she disapproved of how Lana had surprised Billi with the change. "So what happens now?" Billi asked. "Am I stuck like this?" She sounded frightened. "You'll be a girl for the duration of your pass. In your case, that's the midnight Saturday, in two weeks." "Fourteen days ??" as a girl?" The old woman gave Lana a disapproving glance. "I have a park to run. Lana, you brought Billi into this, so obviously you know something about how the magic works." She turned back to Billi. "The magic gives you the skills to handle being a girl. A lot of the normal routine will seem second-nature. Slowly, you'll find yourself gaining memories from this current reality. I expect that Lana will be helping you as needed for the next two weeks." She said the last part while glaring at Lana, making it abundantly clear how she felt. Lana gulped - she realized how _much_ the old woman disapproved of what she'd done. She also understood that it was her responsibility to look after the new girl. "I understand." The old woman smiled pleasantly at Billi, and then turned to return to her duties. Billi looked Lana, her eyes full of uncertainty. Billi was a cute girl, Lana observed. She had soft blue eyes accentuating her attractive face. Her brown hair was just past shoulder length, swept to one side and held behind her ear, and the ends curled under just a bit, with just a few ends trimmed to give a slight bit of layering. Billi was tanned, but not too much, and with her flat tummy, modest, perky breasts, and rounding hips, she had a figure that was sure to be a magnet for guys. Her body was well toned, like that of an athlete. Lana gulped. She actually felt jealous of Billi's figure! Then she realized something else. She was remembering a different past. "She wasn't kidding about the memories. Do you remember when you were selected to be a cheerleader?" Billi started to speak, but then her eyes widened. "It's … not real! I wasn't selected ??" it was automatic because I was the only guy, and Coach needed me. But I remember the tryouts, and beating Shelly and Deb for the final spot." She shook her head. "I remember that Shelly is still pissed at me, but Deb didn't take it personally, and she's a good friend." She shook her head. "This is too weird!" "Yeah," Lana agreed. "Why?" Billi asked. "Why did you do this?" Lana sighed. "I wanted to help my best friend," she answered. "I knew how much you loved being on cheer squad, and I didn't like seeing you hurt. I thought that, maybe, if you were a girl, you'd fit in better and have more fun." Billi nodded. "I appreciate that you tried. But this?" She shook her head. "This is a bit much, isn't it?" Lana bit her lip. "Yeah, maybe." She perked up. "But since we're here, let's go have some fun." ********** Billi was nervous as she stepped into the men's locker room. She'd experienced part of the changes ??" some memories of being a girl occasionally flitted into her mind as she and Lana had played in the water park, but she had no idea of what awaited her from there. How far did the changes go? What was she going to find at home? For that matter, what was she going to find in her locker? The surprises began with her underwear. Will had plain boxers. Billi hoped for something similarly plain. She found, to her dismay, a lacy pink bikini-cut panty. With no other choice, Billi stepped into the underwear, and found herself almost delighted at how silky smooth the fabric felt against her body. As she pulled them up and automatically adjusted the waistband, she remembered when she'd bought them, and the ‘discussion' she'd had with her mother about growing up, and wanting to feel sexy and attractive. Billi felt a shiver run down her spine; it was another of those shadowy, phantom memories that wasn't real, but felt like it was. Somehow, Billi knew that her bra came next, and, as she expected, it matched her panty. It was lacy and daring, and as she fastened it, she knew it was a push-up bra, making her bust look larger and more alluring than it already was. She marveled for a moment at how the bra pushed her breasts up and inward, yielding an inviting valley of cleavage. Without realizing she was doing it, she stepped to a mirror and posed, turning from side to side, eyeing her figure critically. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she recoiled in horror. Billi retreated to her locker and pulled out her shirt. It was a simple knit shirt, in scarlet, that clung tightly to her trim figure, showing off her curves. Its low scoop neckline revealed the cleavage that her bra had enhanced. Finally, she pulled out her pants. To her surprise, they were tight, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Billi was more surprised when she knew how to wiggle into them, how to breathe deeply so that she could fasten the waistband. A pair of casual flats completed her ensemble, and then Billi retrieved her purse. Without thinking, she opened it and pulled out a hair brush. Before she knew what she was doing, she was back in front of the mirror untangling her hair. Once that was done, she paused, contemplating whether she should touch up her makeup, or worry about that later, since she and Lana were going straight home. She shuddered when she realized that she was even considering makeup, and she put it away. She turned to leave, and again, caught a glance at her figure in the mirror. It was like her body was on autopilot. She smiled to herself. She was attractive. And even though Billi knew it was wrong, that she was really Will inside, she found herself pleased at how she looked. Outside, Lana was waiting. "What took so long?" Lana asked as they began walking across the lot toward Lana's car. Billi shrugged. "I guess I'm not used to getting dressed ??" as a girl, I mean." Lana glanced again. "You … didn't just comb your hair out, did you?" she asked, astonished. "Um, no," Billi replied hesitantly. "I felt like I was supposed to do it, and … it just happened." "This is spooky," Lana said. Billi laughed half-heartedly. "You're telling me? You're not on the receiving end of the magic! It's kind of freaky to think that you need to comb your hair, and then you find yourself blow drying and brushing it!" ********** "How was the park, dear?" Billi's mom asked as she closed the door. "Did you and Lana have fun?" Billi breathed a little sigh of relief. Her mom didn't seem to think anything was unusual. "Yeah, it was a blast! Lana wants to go again next weekend." "Sounds like fun. Maybe I should skip out on my chores and come with you girls!" she said with a laugh. "I need a break every once in a while." Billi about choked. It was weird enough being at the park and changing into a girl ??" temporarily. But if her mom went back, she'd change in the same locker with her mom-and see her mom … nude? That was a creepy thought. At the same time, another voice inside Billi said it was perfectly normal for women to change in the same locker room. "By the way, Jeff called. He said he'd call back." Billi's eyes widened. Why would Jeff Lowery call her? They didn't share many classes, and she wasn't in band like he was? For a minute, she had a memory that she was Jeff's girlfriend, and that made Billi flinch. She _couldn't be Jeff's girlfriend! "He could have called my cell," Billi replied quickly. Mom smiled. "He did. You forgot your cell phone this morning - again." "Oh, yeah. I … uh, forgot to plug it in last night, so I had to leave it on the charger." Mom laughed. "Sometimes, you don't seem to be thinking ??" except about boys!" "I do _not_ spend all my time thinking about boys!" Billi protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and pouting. "If you say so." Mom decided not to continue the discussion. "I need you to help get dinner ready." "Why is it always me? Why can't Aiden help tonight?" Some things hadn't changed. "He spent most of the day over at Troy's house working on their Biology project, and now he's studying." "No, he didn't," Billi countered. "You know very well that they spent the day playing computer games, and now he's playing more upstairs!" Billi read her mom's expression. "Okay, I'll help. But he's doing dishes, isn't he?" It was after seven-thirty when Billi got to her room. Fortunately, Aiden had gotten stuck with cleanup ??" for once - leaving Billi free to do her own homework for Monday ??" and to call Jeff. Billi knew there would be changes in her room; after all, reality itself had changed with her. It wasn't surprising that her room now had a feminine touch. It was neat! No messy piles of clothes, and her bed was neatly made. She closed the door and looked around slowly, almost reverently. The bed was covered by a pastel rose bedspread that matched the lacy curtains, and complemented the pink floral wallpaper. Rose and white throw pillows accented the bed. As her eyes slowly took in the changes to her room, she saw a large dresser beside a matching vanity with its large, well-lit makeup mirror. Where the vanity stood used to be Will's stereo. Her stereo, by contrast, was a simple combination radio and CD player that sat on one bed table. There was a neat stack of CDs next to the player; Billi did _not_ want to look at the music for fear of what she'd find. Her closet doors were closed; out of curiosity, she opened them and stared wide-eyed at the assortment of clothes. Casual dresses, blouses, a couple of skirts, a couple of more formal dresses ??" in a variety of colors and styles. Even as she scanned the hangers, she was recalling what she'd wear to what occasions. Billi flinched at how natural it all seemed. Billi feared looking through the dresser. She'd already had enough surprises at the park when she saw the effects of the magic on her clothes and her purse. Her identity _had_ been changed on her license and school ID, just as the old woman had said. A wallet had become a well-stocked purse, complete with a couple of emergency sanitary napkins ??" to Billi's shock and dismay. But even without looking, she _knew_ that her dresser would have underwear ??" bras and panties, hose, socks ??" all clothing items that, until a few hours ago, had been totally alien. What was more, she knew which drawers contained what. As she stood, transfixed at what all had changed, her cell phone rang. She picked it up from her nightstand, where it had been charging all day, and answered it. "Hello?" She was nervous ??" she didn't know what else had changed in her life. It was Jeff Lowery. "Hi, Billi." For some reason, Billi's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. "Mom said you called earlier." Billi flopped down on her bed, cell phone to her ear. " "Yeah, but you weren't home. Your mom said something about a water park." "Lana took me to the water park on the edge of town. We had a blast." "I wish I'd have had a chance to go," Jeff said wistfully. "I was stuck at my grandmother's house all day, for my uncle's fiftieth birthday party. It was _so_ boring." Jeff wasn't a jock, like Chip. He played drums in the marching band. Billi practically choked on Jeff's wish. "No," she thought to herself, "you really _don't_ want to go to that park." For some reason, the thought of Jeff turning into a girl made her sad. And as soon as that thought flitted through her brain, Billi rationalized that, as a former guy, she didn't think it fair for _any_ guy to be changed into a girl! At least, that's what she tried to convince herself was the reason behind her thinking. Billi was wondering how to proceed with the call. She was on unfamiliar territory with talking to Jeff. "Anyway," he continued, "we missed you at the post-game party Friday." Billi sorted through the ‘created' memories. "I missed it, too. But you know how family stuff can get in the way." "You're telling me? You'll be at the party this next week, won't you?" Like the football team, the band usually had a post-game get-together to relax. The two crowds didn't mix very much. Jeff seemed eager to have her attend. Billi felt strange. Jeff was interested in her? That seemed so … wrong. And yet, she felt a strange warmth within her. Why did she feel a thrill at the thought of being close to Jeff? Was it one of the effects of the magic? Did she _want_ to be with Jeff? She shook her head to clear the unwelcome thoughts. She couldn't be attracted to Jeff! "I'll have to check with my folks." Jeff sounded relieved that Billi hadn't said no. "Tell your mom that my parents will be there chaperoning, too. And my Mom will make sure that there won't be any alcohol." Billi frowned. Was that a detail or memory that she was supposed to have, but somehow didn't? She realized that she was going to have to be cautious. "Of course," she explained quickly, "but I know Mom and Dad are going to ask." "So I'll see you Friday night?" "I'll see you at school tomorrow, silly," she said with a giggle. "Unless you were planning on skipping school!" After she finally hung up, Billi lay on the bed wondering why she had felt so giddy when Jeff wanted to make sure she was at the party. She felt as if he'd asked her out on a date, and the thought made her nervous. But it wasn't a real date, she told herself over and over. It was just a post-game party. Billi knew that she shouldn't feel like she did. She sighed ??" this magic reality-changing stuff was confusing at times. ********** Billi and Lana walked quickly down the hall; they only had a few minutes between classes, and had to hurry, since their chemistry class was on the opposite end of the school building. Billi was wearing a pair of light blue jeans, and a white, tight-fitting knit shirt with a deep V-neck. In the back of her mind, she knew that one of the older female teachers had warned her that it was too revealing. Billi laughed at the memory ??" the principal, afraid of a lawsuit, had backed down and allowed Billi to continue wearing the shirt, even if it was a bit risqu?©. This morning, she'd really _wanted_ to wear the shirt. To her horror, she found herself hoping that boys would notice. "Hi, Billi," a familiar voice called out. Billi turned, knowing it was Jeff even before she saw him. He quick- stepped to catch up to her. "Hi." She wasn't quite sure what else to say, and for some reason, her tongue seemed tied. Will had _never_ been at a loss for words. "Are you going for ice cream after practice tonight?" Jeff asked, making small talk. He was trying hard to be subtle about looking at her cleavage, and failing. Billi noticed where his attention was focused, and she smiled, delighted. Billi nodded, but inwardly, she felt nervous. She wasn't sure she could handle being a girl on the squad. "I don't know. Lana and I hadn't decided." "I hope you can make it. Maybe I can give you a ride home, and you'll have an excuse to let me buy you a shake?" he asked hopefully. "Uh, Lana and I always walk home together," Billi replied quickly. "Ever since we were little girls." Now she was remembering being a little girl? And calling herself a girl? "Besides, practice is going to be longer this week. We're trying to learn a couple of new routines. I'm a little nervous about not messing up, because the routines are complicated." "You'll do fine," Jeff said reassuringly. "Just like you always do." His voice had a dreamy, admiring tone, as if he was certain that Billi was perfect, and that it was his job to keep reminding her. "Well, I still get nervous," Billi said humbly. It was the truth, even if she was now female; Will had always worried about missing a catch or a toss, and injuring one of the girls. "Hi, Jeff," a passing girl called. Jeff stiffened a bit. "Hi, Shelly," he answered. "Going to Gorki's math class?" "Yes," Shelly, one of the girls that Billi had beat out for a spot on the squad, answered. "I thought you were going there, too!" Jeff smiled. "I am. I just had a couple of things to do before class." "I see." Shelly frowned. "I don't see you around much, Billi. Except at games when you're cheerleading." Her eyes were shooting daggers at Billi. Billi was startled by Shelly's reaction. "No," Billi admitted, suddenly feeling uneasy. "I try to keep busy." Shelly flashed another smile at Jeff before turning for her class. "I'll see you in class, Jeff." "What's with her?" Lana asked. Jeff laughed. "I guess she wishes that she hadn't broken up with me." He put his arm around Billi's shoulder. "She's just jealous." Billi felt a wonderful tingling inside as Jeff held her close, and at his words and actions that implied _strongly_ that Jeff was interested in her. She slowly realized that the memories and thoughts of being Jeff's girlfriend were _more_ than just random thoughts in this reality. She _was_ Jeff's girlfriend, at least as far as Jeff was concerned. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, even as she felt a thrill in her heart. "I've got to run to class." Billi nodded. "Yeah, me, too." Jeff smiled, and then he glanced up and down the halls. He bent forward and gave Billi a quick kiss on her lips. "I guess I'll see you at the malt shop." Billi felt her knees wobble as her whole body tingled. She watched Jeff walk to class. "Wow!" Lana commented dryly. "He's really into you." "No, I don't think so," Billi said as if trying to convince herself. Lana laughed. "Yeah, right." The two girls resumed walking toward their class. "This is weird," Billi said. "Even though it never happened, I can remember when Jeff and Shelly broke up, and the next weekend, he asked me out." "Yeah," Lana agreed. "And Shelly has hated you ever since." She laughed. "Good thing she's not on the team. I know she'd miss catching you on purpose just to get even!" She glanced at Billi, at the starry- eyed expression on her face. "You _really_ liked it when he kissed you, didn't you?" "Uh," Billi stammered, "No. I didn't! I can't!" She was fighting her feelings that were alien and yet so familiar. The memories of her first date with Jeff, and the first time he kissed her, seemed so real. Lana tried to laugh. "You've got girl hormones running through you now. It's no wonder that you're getting all goo-goo over Jeff." She grinned. "He's really cute!" Billi sighed. She was so confused. "I don't get it," she said. "Today has been _so_ weird so far." "How?" Lana asked. "Besides you getting all lovesick whenever he looked at you!" she teased. Billi frowned. "That's not supposed to happen!" She saw Lana's smile, and knew that her friend was teasing. "When he kissed me, it felt weird, and at the same time, so wonderful." She shook her head. "Am I gay?" Lana laughed. "I don't think so. I think your female hormones and memories are just getting the better of you." "And some of the girls ??" they seem so ... catty!" Billi continued. "Of course," Lana said with a grin. "You're on the cheer squad. You're more popular than a lot of them are. You've got a great boyfriend. Why _wouldn't_ they be envious?" She glanced up and down Billi's figure. "And you're one of the best looking girls in school, too." "Was it just me, or was Shelly a bit bitchier than normal?" Billi asked as they walked. Lana laughed. "You and Shelly have always been rivals. If you have something, she wants to have it. For some reason, she decided that she has to prove herself better than you." "And her interest in Jeff?" "That's only because he's _your_ boyfriend. If she got him pried away from you, she'd drop him within two weeks." Lana smiled at her. "If you think about it, you'll find those memories inside you, just like I do." ********** Lana giggled when she saw Billi scanning the cars parked near ice cream shop. "Jeff is here, isn't he?" Billi caught herself. "Uh, I'm not sure. I was just … seeing how many people were here." "Right," Lana said sarcastically. "Face it, Billi, you've really got a thing for him." "No, I don't!" Billi felt like crying. "I _can't_!" she complained. "I'm … so confused!" Lana stopped and put her hand on Billi's shoulder. "You're okay. Just go with it." "But … what if …?" Lana gave her a quick hug for reassurance. "Don't try to over-analyze things. You're just a girl, on the East High cheer squad, going with your friend for a soda after practice. That's all. Just take it as it comes." Billi hugged Lana. "Thanks." Lana smiled. "And he _is_ here. In fact, he's looking out the window for you." Billi spun toward the shop window, her eyes scanning for Jeff. "Are you sure?" Lana laughed. "No. But I got your attention. Now let's go get a soda." The two girls walked to the counter. "Two diet cokes," Billi ordered. "Medium." After getting their sodas, the girls sat down at an empty table. "Are we going to the water park again next Saturday?" Billi asked hopefully. "It was fun." Lana smiled. "I wasn't sure if you'd _ever_ want to go near that place again!" Billi laughed. "What _more_ can they do to me?" Then she had a thought, and a frown crossed her features. "On second thought, I don't want to know what else they could do. But the park was a lot of fun." "Maybe. It could be a fun …" Lana's eyes widened as she stopped talking suddenly. "He's coming over." "Jeff?" "Yeah." Billi turned to see Jeff over her shoulder. "May I join you?" he asked politely. Billi wanted to scream, "Of course!" but she kept her emotions in check. "Sure," she said as she slid toward the wall, giving him room beside her. She was trying to sound non-committal, but she feared that she was failing. Jeff looked at Lana. "Trevor told me that he was taking you to a movie Saturday night." Lana nodded. "Yeah. We're going out for pizza and then to a movie." Jeff glanced at Billi. "I wish that _I_ had a date Saturday night," he said, giving Lana a wink. "Maybe you would," Billi shot back playfully, "if you'd _ask_ somebody!" She smiled demurely. Lana couldn't help laughing. Everybody knew that the two of them always joked around as if they were still flirting, even though they were going steady. It added a bit of playfulness to their relationship. "Why _haven't_ you asked, yet?" she teased Jeff. "Or is a big, strong man afraid of asking a pretty girl to on a date?" "For your information," Jeff rebutted, "this big, strong man already talked to Trevor, and he thought it would be a great idea to double- date!" Satisfied that he'd won the verbal sparring match with Lana, he turned back toward Billi. "Um," Billi cleared her throat, "don't you think you're forgetting something?" She couldn't believe what she was saying. She was practically begging Jeff to ask her on a date! Jeff realized what Lana had done. He shot her a quick glare, and then turned back to Billi. "Um, I was wondering, if, you know, we could go on a double-date with Trevor and Lana on Saturday?" "Uh," Billi stammered, "I'm not sure if I'm free, or if ...." She winced suddenly as Lana kicked her under the table. "Ow! On second thought, my social calendar is open on Saturday." She smiled and batted her eyes at Jeff. "I'd love to go with you to a movie!" Jeff grinned, and then leaned over and kissed Billi on her lips. She felt like she was in heaven. When the kiss ended, Billi lifted her lips toward Jeff. "Are you sure you don't need another one, just to make sure?" "You don't want to make a scene, do you?" Jeff said light-heartedly. Billi smiled. "Yes." She kissed him again, a little longer this time. ********** "Why don't you just admit that you _really_ like Jeff?" Lana asked as they walked toward their homes. "I … guess I do," Billi said hesitantly. "What's wrong with me?" Lana smiled. "Nothing. You're a normal girl. Jeff is a very good looking guy. It's normal that you're attracted to him." "But …." Billi started to protest. "I'm not a normal girl! Or at least, I don't think I am." "In this reality," Lana countered, "you are." "That's what feels so weird! It's like, looking at somebody else's memories. I remember the first time Jeff asked me out, after he broke up with Shelly. I remember when you and I used to have sleep-overs." She shook her head. "But none of that stuff happened!" "I remember it, too, so it _must_ have happened. Oh, and speaking of sleep-overs, you are staying at my place Saturday, aren't you?" Billi frowned. "But … when this ends, won't that be kind of … awkward?" Lana laughed. "I talked to the park owner about it. She said that, when things change back, you'll remember staying at a friend's house, and I'll remember having one of my girlfriends stay with me. Neither of us will remember anything that could be, um, embarrassing." ********** Billi was terrified. She'd been nervous at cheer practices and games before, but she was always the thrower or catcher, and practice wasn't in front of a large crowd. Now, _she_ was being lifted and tossed. All it would take would be a tiny slip, a small error in timing, and she'd be injured, and given the nature of the routines, possibly badly. She pushed those thoughts from her mind, so she could focus on the routine. As soon as she quit thinking, she acted. It was all natural, as if she'd done it for years. She wasn't trying to move; she was letting her body, her muscle-memories, move for her. The routines were perfect. Billi was stunned by what she'd done; she hadn't thought it possible. After all, what Will used to do took strength, but not nearly as much balance and acrobatic skill as what she'd just done. After the game, the cheer coach called the girls around. "That was good," she said, encouraging her girls. "I wasn't sure about a couple of the moves, but it came out okay." Billi spoke before she knew what she was saying. "Nothing against you guys," she began, "but I'd feel a lot safer if we had a couple of boys on the squad doing the tosses and catches." She flinched inwardly as she realized exactly what she'd just said. Nichole laughed. "Yeah, so would I. But where would we find guys?" Tori nodded. "You know how it would go. Any guy who wanted to be on cheer squad would have to put up with lots of crap. You know, called a sissy boy, girly-man, or gay ??" all that kind of stuff." Ashley agreed. "And how embarrassing would you feel if a guy was accidentally touching you in ... private areas?" Billi was stunned. She hadn't considered _that_ angle before. She'd known ??" as Will ??" that being a male cheerleader led to taunting. "Maybe," she didn't back down on her opinion, "but I'd still feel safer." The coach nodded. "We're doing okay. I wish we had some guys, too, but, well, we just can't get any interested." She stood up. "We've got a couple of rough spots to work on in practice next week, but overall, I think it went well. Have a good weekend." She turned and left the girls' locker room. "So, are you going out with Jeff tomorrow night?" Nichole asked Billi as soon as the coach was out of sight. Billi smiled as she pulled off her skirt. "Yeah. We're double-dating with Lana and Trevor." "That'll cut down on the fun," Nichole commented sarcastically. "Have you and Jeff, you know?" Suzie asked softly. "Um," Billi hesitated to answer; the memories weren't always clear, and she wasn't _sure_ of the answer. "Isn't that kind of personal?" Tori laughed. "If _I_ was his girlfriend, you bet your ass that _I'd_ do it with him! He's really … cute. And he's so ... well built!" Her voice had a lyrical tone, as if she was speaking from a daydream. "Let's get showered and to the party," Nichole suggested, relieving Billi of the need to continue the embarrassing conversation. At the party, Billi found herself desperately wanting to find an out-of- the-way place where she and Jeff could make out. Unfortunately, as expected, the parents chaperoning the party had anticipated teen-age hormones and kept a presence in those areas where teens might otherwise find privacy. Billi got home late, after getting a serious good-night kiss from Jeff when he dropped her off. She slept well, dreaming of fairy-tale princesses, herself as a damsel in distress, and Jeff as a knight on a white horse coming to rescue her and sweep her off her feet. ********** Saturday, Lana picked up Billi and they headed to the Lynnwood Mall. Billi wasn't sure about shopping, but Lana insisted. After all, they'd been friends from grade school, and did practically _everything_ together. When they left the mall, Billi was stunned at how long they'd spent shopping, trying on clothes, talking, and generally making what she thought should have been a simple trip into a full-day fun outing with a friend. Carrying the outfit she'd purchased, Billi, followed by Lana, walked into her house. "Did you girls have fun?" Billi's mom asked cheerfully. "Yeah," Billi answered. "Hi, Mrs. Harding." Lana was her usual chipper, gregarious self. "Hi, Lana. You didn't let Billi spend all our money, did you?" Mom liked Lana almost as much as her own daughter. Their banter was friendly and warm. "Not too much," Lana said with a giggle. "You know how she hates to buy new outfits!" Mom laughed. "Don't I know it! And it's sometimes so hard to get her to make up her mind!" "Mom!" Billi protested with a pout. "I'm not _that_ bad!" "Sometimes, honey, you are," Mom replied as she walked over and gave Billi a kiss on her forehead. "Sometimes." She glanced at Lana. "Are you two staying for dinner before your date, or are you eating at your place?" "The boys are taking us out to dinner," Lana answered. "And then we'll go to a movie." "As long as you're home before curfew," Mom reminded them. "Don't worry, Mrs. Harding," Lana replied. "My mom and dad are even more strict about curfew than Billi gets away with, so we'll be home at a decent time." "Well, then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning sometime," Mom said to Billi. "Probably tomorrow afternoon late," Billi said. "We're going to Bikini Beach tomorrow." Mom rolled her eyes in a way that Lana could see. "I swear, you're already trying to get your father and I used to you never being around, for when you go off to college!" "I'm not _that_ bad, Mom!" Billi protested. She turned, and with Lana following her, marched through the kitchen, up the stairs, and to her room. "Okay," Lana prompted as she sat on Billi's bed, "we've got to get your things and get to my place, because we'll have to get ready before the boys pick us up." "How long can it take to get a few things together?" Billi asked. "I need a change of underwear, my swim suit for tomorrow, and a change of clothing." Lana rolled her eyes. "As if!" She walked to Billi's closet and opened the sliding door. Quickly, she began to sort through the clothes, eyeing some outfits more critically than others. She pulled down a blouse. "This is pretty. You _have_ to bring this." "Why?" Billi asked, confused. "Because I want to see how it looks on me, silly," Lana replied. "That's part of a sleep-over ??" swapping clothes!" Billi sighed. "That's _another_ thing that you didn't warn me about!" "What are you going to wear tonight?" Lana asked as she continued sorting through Billi's clothes. "I thought I'd wear something simple, like the long-sleeve pullover, with a pair of jeans." Lana rolled her eyes again. "I don't think so," she said sarcastically. "Wear the dress you got today." Billi opened the box and took out the dress. It was sleeveless, with a delicate purple floral print. The bodice looked like a modified halter top, with a deep V neckline and tying like a bikini behind the neck. "I don't know," she said hesitantly. "Isn't it kind of … bold?" Lana grinned. "That's what makes it perfect! You'll be a knockout. You _do_ want to impress Jeff, don't you?" "But … it'll get chilly, and the top is … kind of revealing." Lana glanced at Billi's bedroom door, ensuring it was still shut. "When you get chilly, you'll have an excuse to have him wrap his arm around you." Billi felt a tremble of excitement as she thought about Jeff's arm keeping her warm. It was a very pleasant feeling, a warmth radiating from her belly and making her nipples tingle. "And, if you _want_, he can easily … touch and play ??" upstairs I mean," Lana continued. She saw Billi's eyes half-close, saw her breathing deepen. "And I'm willing to bet that thought has you kind of … excited?" Billi's eyes snapped open. "No," she lied half-heartedly. In truth, she _was_ thinking about being close to Jeff, and the thoughts were leading to naughtier ideas. "I'm not supposed to think like that!" Lana grinned. "But you _are_ going to wear it, aren't you?" BIlli looked down, biting her lip. "Uh, huh," she muttered. She knew that, after Lana's suggestions, there was no way she _wouldn't_ wear the dress on the date. "Let's finish gathering up some things so we can get going." With Lana's help, Billi selected some more outfits and piled them on her bed. As Billi sorted through her underwear, following Lana's suggested to get her naughtiest, sexiest undies for ‘show and tell' comparison, Lana looked at Billi's nighties. Lana held up a lace nightie. "You have _got_ to bring this!" she squealed. "This is so darling! I bet you look like a million bucks in it!" Billi had given up on convincing Lana that she should be practical and pack light. "I was just going to bring my old nightie." "I want to see what I look like in it, too," Lana stated as she put the nightie on the bed. "And I bet Jeff would give his left arm to see you wearing it!" Billi blushed; she'd been thinking the exact same thing as Lana held the nightie up. "You can bet that he _won't_ see me in it any time soon! I won't be a girl long enough to get to the point where he _could_ see it on me!" Lana laughed. "We'll see." "What's that supposed to mean?" Billi retorted sternly. Lana shrugged innocently. "Nothing. It's just that, well, you're doing so well as a girl. It seems natural for you. I was just thinking that you might decide to stay as Billi." "Not likely." Billi's response was quick, and her tone was harsh. They finished packing, with few words. Lana had broached a subject that, obviously, was sensitive to Billi, and from Billi's reaction, she knew that she'd overdone it. Finally, after a few uncomfortably silent minutes, when the car was stopped at a traffic light, Lana turned to Billi. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have said that." Billi felt her heart soften. "I know. You didn't mean it. I'm sorry I over-reacted." She looked at Lana and smiled. "We _are_ still best friends, right?" Lana nodded, smiling. "Yeah." "And sometimes, friends do or say something that hurts, but it doesn't mean that they're not still friends, right?" "And you're still my best friend, and I'm very sorry." Billi felt herself getting a little choked up. She didn't know if it was due to her female hormones. "So, what are _you_ going to wear for Trevor? Something slinky and revealing? Or are you going to wear something plain?" "You know that blouse with the rose trim? And the rose Capri pants? The ones I thought you should bring for us to try?" "You've got something like that to wear?" Billi asked. "No, silly," Lana replied. "That's what I ‘m going to wear! Why else do you think I insisted you bring that outfit?" "But … you have a ton of pretty outfits to wear!" Billi wondered how she knew that Lana had stylish clothes. "Do you know how long I've been envious of that outfit?" Lana asked with a giggle. "Now I get to try it!" Billi laughed. "Okay. But I'm going to get even by borrowing one of your outfits! Maybe that nice lavender silk blouse of yours. I bet I'd look good in it." Lana smiled. "Yeah, I bet you _would_ look good in it! Maybe even better than me -which is why I shouldn't let you borrow it!" She grinned. "But, since we're friends, I will," she added as she pulled her car into her driveway. "Very generous." Lana was already out of her car. "Let's get your stuff up in my bedroom." "Then what?" Billi asked, perplexed. "We've got a couple of hours until the boys pick us up." Lana smiled. "We'll find something to do, and then we'll have to start getting ready." Lana's idea of "something to do" was modeling clothes, and more specifically, Billi's. When Lana pulled off her knit shirt to change, Billi couldn't help flinching. Lana noticed, and giggled. "I bet you've wanted to see me like this for a long time!" Billi gulped. "Uh, yeah, I suppose." "But I bet it's not quite like you'd imagined it, is it?" Lana laughed. Billi shook her head. "It just seems ... normal - like it's no big deal." "Remember what I told you? You're reacting like a normal girl." "But it seems ... weird!" Lana got a huge grin. "Okay, let's take it up a notch." She turned to her dresser and pulled out a teddy. "Here. Let's see what you look like in this." Billi held up the garment like it was a rattlesnake. "You're ... you're kidding, right?" "No. Let's see how you look." Feeling a bit self-conscious, Billi turned away from Lana to take off her shirt, which caused Lana to laugh. "Turn around. We're both girls here." Billi, her shirt half-off, turned slowly toward Lana. "Okay, see?" she asked sarcastically as she finished removing the shirt. She dropped her shirt and spread her arms, displaying her torso and the lacy lavender demi-bra she was wearing. Lana's eyes widened. "Wow! You're wearing a lot sexier bra than I would have guessed! Matching panties, too?" Billi nodded, feeling suddenly no longer embarrassed. "I figured ...." Lana grinned. "I bet you wanted to feel sexy for Jeff tonight, right?" Billi blushed. "How'd you know?" "Every girl wants to feel sexy sometimes." She held out the teddy. "So, go ahead." Billi knew she couldn't get out of Lana's request. Besides, she knew that Lana was right ??" she was enjoying feeling feminine and attractive. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them, before she took the teddy. She saw Lana roll her eyes, and realized that the bra had to come off, too. Sighing, she reached behind herself and, managing to pull the strap down a bit, unclasped her bra. In short order, she had wriggled into the teddy, and was staring at herself in the mirror. "You look _hot_, girl," Lana said simply. "Jeff would give anything to see you like that!" Billi imagined herself modeling the sleepwear for Jeff. She started to feel warm and tingly again. After reveling in the feelings for a few seconds, she suddenly realized _what_ she was thinking, and took control of her emotions. "I don't think _any_ guy is going to see me wearing this," she said firmly, forcing herself to deny what she was really thinking. "So then why are you acting like a model, showing off your body in that lacy thing?" Lana asked with a big grin. "I bet you're feeling kind of excited by how you look, though, and by thinking about Jeff." Billi blushed, and she turned away from the mirror. Quickly, she took off the teddy and retrieved her underwear. "I was _not_!" she protested. Lana shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want to push Billi too much. "Are you going to wear that new dress tonight?" Billi was putting on her bra. "I was kind of thinking I would." "You can't wear _that_ bra with it," Lana explained. Billi thought for a moment, then she swore. "Damn! I forgot to get a strapless bra!" There was the magic again ??" helping her know what she _should_ have brought to wear with the dress. She sighed. "I guess I'll wear something else." Lana reached inside Billi's suitcase. "Ta da!" she giggle as she pulled out a bra. "I didn't see you get one from your dresser when you were packing, so I took the liberty of slipping it into your suitcase ??" just in case you wanted to wear the dress." "I don't know whether to thank your or yell at you," Billi laughed. "I bet you wanted me to wear the new dress from the moment we saw it, didn't you? You were planning this all along?" "And you didn't protest, at least, not too much! I figured all this girl stuff was new, and I just wanted to be sure to be helpful." She tossed the bra back on the suitcase and turned to her closet. "I've got a silk dress you have _got_ to try on!" She pulled out a long blue dress with a pale blue print, and held it up for Billi to see. Billi laughed. "I noticed that _you're_ not doing any modeling. Are you a bit nervous about whether the magic works like you were told?" Lana stuck her tongue out at Billi. "I trust the lady who told me. She owns the place!" Billi pulled out the pants and blouse that Lana had said she wanted to wear. "Okay, then prove it. Let's see how _you_ look in these!" she said with a playful grin. ********** "I heard the doorbell," Lana said, as she pulled on her blouse. "We'd better hurry, then," Billi seemed a bit panicked. Lana laughed lightly. "No. Dad and Trevor will talk a bit, and Dad's probably got a football game on the TV, so we can take our time. Besides," she said impishly, "when have you _ever_ known a girl to be ready for a date on time?" Lana finished buttoning her blouse, and then turned to her vanity. She brushed her hair lightly to straighten it, and then she fastened her long hair at the back of her head, using long strands of hair from the front to anchor the sides. A simple barrette held the whole thing in place. Billi was having second thoughts about her dress. "I don't know," she said hesitantly. "It's kind of daring, isn't it?" "It's adorable," Lana reassured her. "You'll have Jeff's attention all night long. That's what you want, isn't it?" Billi blushed. "Yeah." A few minutes later, after they'd finished their hair and touching up their makeup, the girls came down the stairs. As expected, Lana's dad and the two boys were watching a football game. The boys were sitting on a sofa, their backs to the stairs and their eyes glued to the television. "Ahem," Lana cleared her throat. Both boys' heads swiveled, and Billi noted, with an inner delight, that Jeff's eyes lit up as he gawked at her. "Wow!" Jeff said softly "You