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Sirinya Kanoknateesawat and Mary Sims were lying in bed, reading. They were a couple in transition - they had gotten married 10 years before as Bob and Mary Smith, a perfectly unremarkable couple, but 3 months ago, everything had changed. Mary had transformed Bob into a beautiful Asian woman named Sirinya as punishment for his wandering eye, and had accidentally discovered her own homosexuality in the process. They both decided that they liked Bob more as a woman, so the transition became permanent. There was a rough patch before Mary decided to come out of the closet, but she got over her hang-ups, and the two ladies were planning to publicly declare their love for each other in a wedding coming up in 6 weeks. They got a lot more attention, now that they were a lesbian couple, more than they liked sometimes, but they had learned to deal with it. "Do you know that every female orgasm is a political statement?" said Mary. "I did not know that," said Sirinya, half-listening. "And transforming your little white penis into a beautiful, brown vagina is the political statement of the year." "My penis wasn't that little." "It's an earthshaking political statement. It's a fist in the face of western hegemony and the heteronormative patriarchy. I think it's going to set the world afire. Like when Gavrilo Princip shot Duke Franz Ferdinand." "Yeah, that worked out well for everyone." "I wish we could put that red pill stuff in the water, and then all the wives would come home, and find that their lovely husbands now had breasts and vaginas, and they'd find out how good life can be." " What the hell are you reading?" "The Politics of Lesbianism" "I bet that's a fun read." The two read silently for a while. "Did you know that Brooks Robinson was twice as valuable defensively as any other third baseman over his career?" said Sirinya. "Nope." "And he was cute too. I'd put him on my fantasy team," she said. "Whatever," said Mary. The two read silently again. Mary was visibly annoyed as she read, and started breathing through her nose. "Can you believe men all over the world still want to control our vaginas? Do you want men controlling your vagina?" "I can only think of a few. Brooks Robinson, for one." Mary got more annoyed. "Why do you joke about these things? Do you know how much of our lives is being controlled by men?" "Not me. A woman controls my life. I'm happy. Just relax. We can't change the world tonight." Sirinya went through the mail, and found a copy of Rev magazine. She was the cover girl for the new issue, and she was excited. "I got a copy of my new photo shoot, Mary - look with me." The cover had a picture of Sirinya in a bikini draped over a Harley. "We introduce you to lovely, exotic Sirinya, and find out what she likes about bikes and sex," Mary flipped to the article, and read aloud. We sat down Sirinya for a talk, and while we knew she was sexy from her pictures, it's hard to imagine how sexy until you meet her face-to-face. Sirinya arrived for the interview 15 minutes early, dressed in short shorts and a tight little sweater. She's the kind of girl who makes your knees buckle, but what we found out was how sweet and friendly and down- to-earth she was. Q: Where are you from? A: A little village near Bangkok. A talent scout found me carrying some water from the well, and I started modeling a little bit, and then I thought, what the hell, why don't I try to make it in America? If I can make it in L.A., I can make it anywhere. Q: I think I speak for all our readers when I say that we're glad you could join us in this country. What makes you so crazy about motorcycles? A: I like having something big and powerful and sexy between my legs, and when I get that motor revving, nothing turns me on more. Q: When you grew up, did the boys ever leave you alone? A: Actually, yeah. I wore glasses and I was kind of nerdy. I was kind of a late-bloomer, but once I developed my curves it seems like they won't leave me alone. Not that I mind. "The first part's bullshit, but that last part's true, I guess," said Mary. "I try not to lie too much. I have to have some integrity. That part about getting turned on by motorcycles? That's true too" said Sirinya. They starting reading again. Q: Sexy secrets, Sirinya, do you have any you want to share with us? A: Yeah, I've always kind of liked girls. Don't get me wrong, I like men too, but there's something about being close to a lovely pair of breasts that gets me all hot and bothered inside." Q:Whoa, Nelly! I might not be able to make it through all my questions! Mary turned to Sirinya and laughed, "Did he actually say, whoa, Nelly in real life?" "Yeah, he did. I could tell he was really happy about that answer," They kept reading. Q: You don't have a bit of an accent, Sirinya, how did you learn English so well? A: All us kids watched a lot of action movies in English growing up. Stallone taught me all the English I needed to know. Q: What's your career goal? A: Well, appearing on the cover of this magazine was one of my dreams because I love motorcycles. I'm hoping to get into acting a little bit. I'm going to appear in a some music videos this summer. There's a new video by the Blasters, check it out in a few weeks. I'm also working as a ring girl at the boxing club on Friday and Saturday nights. Q: Thanks, Sirinya, great to meet you." A: You too. I had a great time." Mary turned to her. "Do you have any photo shoots coming up soon? " "Yeah, for 'Muscle' magazine." "Muscle?" She looked at her wife's thin frame. "It's not just me. It's me and some body builder. I talked to the photographer yesterday - he just wants me there in a bikini and I'm supposed to squeeze the biceps of this musclebound guy and look up at him, like "OMG, you're the sexiest thing ever!". Like, it's supposed to make the readers think if they just do a few more crunches or whatever, they can get a girl like me to have sex with them. Oh, can I borrow some jewelry on Friday? Like hoop earrings or flashy necklaces or something?" "How come?" "It's for this music video I'm in, and you know how the girls are all blinged out in those videos." "I have pearl earrings, would that work?" "No. Not blingy enough. That's like grandma jewelry. I'll have to find some costume jewelry." Mary thought for a second, and then said, "I'm curious, would you ever do a nude shoot?" "Well, if Hugh Hefner calls me up tonight, and said, Sirinya, here's a million bucks, I want you to be our Playmate for May, I'd have a hard time saying no. But I don't have any plans to. And without implants, I doubt anyone's going to offer me that kind of money." "Good. Your body belongs to me and nobody else. I can't believe I get to sleep with the prettiest girl in the world every night! I must be the luckiest girl on earth!" "You're a pretty hot little momma yourself, you know." With that, the two women put the magazine aside and began kissing. Mary took off her bra, and looked down at her breasts. "Sirinya, do you think my breasts are the same size? Cause I think my right one's bigger than my left. I don't think they're symmetric. You know what I mean? Look at them up close." Sirinya inspected them and said, "I can't tell a difference. They're both beautiful." She started sucking one of Mary's nipples. Mary looked down at her. "Hey, do you think when you have orgasms, you have clitoral or vaginal orgasms?" "Is there a difference?" "According to my book, yeah. It tells us how to do both." "Well, try to give me a clitoral orgasm, then. That sounds fun." Several minutes later, after the girls had warmed up, Sirinya felt Mary's hand between her legs. Mary separated her labia, then expertly stroked her clitoris. Sirinya moaned loudly. She could get used to that - that was a blast. Maybe those books were good for something, after all. After they were done, they were holding each other in bed. Mary whispered, "You know what I like best about you, Sirinya? You're free with your body. You've only been in that body for 3 months, but it's like you were born with it. I can't believe you were ever a man. I mean I like your personality too, but wow!" Mary paused expectantly, but didn't get any reciprocation. "What do you like about me, Sirinya?" "Your mismatched boobs." "Shut up! You just said they were beautiful!" "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Before they drifted off to sleep, Mary said, "Don't forget we're going to the play tomorrow." "Yechh," said Sirinya, then started snoring. Mary went regularly to a lesbian book club, where she felt at home in a way she couldn't around her old friends. The whole lesbian lifestyle had become almost a religion for her, and her church was her book club. She dragged Sirinya along as often as she could. The whole club had an outing to go see 'Vagina Monologues.' Sirinya didn't want to go, but Mary told her that every woman who calls herself a lesbian has to see the show at least once. They walked down the aisle to their seats up front, holding hands. The play started, and Mary laughed and cried and was angry in just the right places, but Sirinya was mostly bored and irritated. It was kind of dumb, to be honest. She liked "The woman who loved to make vaginas happy," But the rest was kind of hopeless. They were talking about it the next day in book club. "What did you think about it, Sirinya?" "Well, parts were fun. That part with the happy vagina woman was a blast. But, you know, I don't know. It seems like they kind of attack men as being total idiots or rapists or whatever through most of it," Sirinya was no longer male, but she still felt part of the brotherhood, as it were. Somebody had to stick up for them. "Deservedly!" said Rain, who was leading the discussion that day. The women nodded their heads. "Well, I mean, for example, sex. You wouldn't expect men to know how to work a vagina, really, at least right away. They don't have one. Most men do the best they can. I mean, so I've heard," said Sirinya. "But they don't even care to find out. They never even imagine what it's like to be a woman! If they even spent one day in our shoes, they wouldn't be so bad. I'm not picking on you, but in your profession, Sirinya, you must meet just a constant stream of jackass males. I don't know how you can be so forgiving." "They're not all bad. There are actually some really sweet people. Just like with any job." Rain shook her head and turned to Mary. "Mary, do you have any insight into the difference between the way that women are treated by men vs. women? If you don't mind my prying, you were married to a man for a long time, how do you feel like you're treated differently by your two partners?" "Well," said Mary, seeing Sirinya rolling her eyes, "Bob never treated me badly. But I just found that we grew apart for reasons I didn't really understand at the time, so I don't know what he could have done to make our relationship better. But when I met Sirinya, she turned me on to a whole new world. It's like having glasses after being blind your whole life." The women nodded their heads in agreement. They knew what she meant. After the book club, a fortyish woman from their book club came up to the pair, and introduced herself as Laura. She asked them how Mary was adjusting to her new life. She kept glancing at Sirinya, up and down. Sirinya knew that look - she got it a lot at magazine shoots. Laura nervously spoke, as if she had rehearsed what she was going to say. "You know, I've been living this life for a long time now and I have a lot of experience, and I would be more than happy to meet up with you girls some time to show you how to, you know, get the most out of your sex life. I can show you some techniques that I think will really help you out in bed. Like in the play, I think I can help you find your 'power moan'". She chuckled self-consciously. Mary cut in. "Oh thanks, so much, Laura! But we're doing just fine. I'll see you next week, Laura." She grabbed Sirinya's hand and walked away. Mary was fuming. "Can you believe the nerve of that woman? Hitting on you in front of me." Sirinya laughed. "Oh, I don't mind. Lesbian come-ons are so sweet and gentle. You should hear some of the come-ons I get at the studio. Besides, I think she was hitting on both of us." "Yeah right." The two stuck around the bookstore, and Mary was sitting down on a couch reading, when she heard a voice on the other side of the bookshelf. It was Laura talking grumpily to one of her friends. "You know, I could have a girl like Sirinya if I had the money that Mary does." "What are you saying?" said the other voice. "I'm saying that that girl is bought and paid for. You think some pretty little Asian model like Sirinya is going to randomly fall in love with some American woman? What are the odds of that? And you know what I think? I don't think Sirinya is a lesbian at all. She's always sticking up for men - she's the only 'man fan' in our book club. She's just playing Mary so she can get a green card, I bet. As soon as she gets it, she's going to drop Mary like a hot potato and find some cute guy to date." Mary was so angry she could barely see straight. She walked away so she wouldn't be tempted to get in a yelling match. Or worse. She walked to Sirinya with tears in her eyes, and said "We are getting out of here." "What's wrong?" said Sirinya, reading the new Baseball America issue. "That, that bitch Laura just insulted you and me. She was acting like I'm your sugar mama, and you're some foreign prostitute out to roll me. I am pissed right now. I can't believe some people." "Whatever. Some people get jealous." "We're leaving." "Fine. Let me buy this before we go." They were lying in bed again that night. Sirinya was going through her fan mail. She read one letter out loud. "Sirinya, I am high-power lawyer name Sven. I see you pictures yesterday, and I want to meet you and make you happy. I am very wealthy. Please call me 512-3529. If lady answers, please to hang up." Sirinya couldn't stop laughing. "Mary, what do you think? He is high- power lawyer. Maybe I should give him a call." "You have me. You don't need Sven. I really am a high-powered lawyer." She looked serious. "I don't like the idea of mentally unstable people trying to find you. It makes me worry about you." "The mentally unstable are my biggest fans, Mary. I don't want to alienate them." Sirinya kept laughing. Mary wasn't laughing. "I have a problem. The wedding is coming up in a few weeks, and you have no bridesmaids. And you haven't told your family. It's going to look weird that you don't have any attendants. I have bridesmaids. I made friends through my work and book club." Mary was starting get anxious. "If the only people who show up at the wedding are my lesbian book club, and a few of my old friends, people really are going to think I'm some kind of predator. Don't you have any Thai friends who could come?" The answer, of course, was no. Sirinya had stayed the hell away from any Thai folks, because she was, on a pretty basic level, a phony - she had claimed to be from Thailand, and been discovered by a talent agent in her village. She looked the part, she dressed the part, but she barely spoke a word of Thai, knew next to nothing about the culture, and would have lasted about 10 seconds in a conversation with an actual Thai person before they realized she was some kind of weird fraud. She could pass among Americans, of course, so that wasn't a problem. Bob had had two younger brothers, Darren and Eric. Their mother had died when they were young, and their father had raised the three brothers as best he could. Their childhoods weren't easy, so they had stayed pretty close. Bob had stopped answering the phone several months ago when he transformed into Sirinya. She still answered her brothers' e-mails, but she didn't have a great answer when they asked her why she never talked to them or saw them anymore. She was going to have to tell them at some point, but she wondered if they would believe her, and if they would forgive her if they did believe her. Finally, she and Mary had an idea. She e-mailed them: "Hey bros, I want to meet with you guys this coming week. There's this model named Sirinya, real hot chick, she's been on the cover of Rev magazine, Muscle, a few others, she works as a ring girl at the fights. I met her a few months ago, and we were going to have dinner at Juanito's downtown Sunday night. Come and join us." Darren e-mailed back: "I looked her up, bro - chick's crazy hot. Mary must want to kill you, Bob. You know how jealous she gets - has she clawed this girl's eyes out yet? Hell yeah, I want to meet her. Is she dating anybody?" Sirinya laughed when she read it. She e-mailed back. "No, Mary's actually crazy about this girl. Weirdest thing. Sirinya actually is dating somebody, but how often do you get to meet a model?" Sirinya's brothers both said they would be there. Sirinya could barely sleep the night before, with her heart racing. Nobody knew about the big change, other than Mary and the Magic Man. She had Mary help her do her hair, and wore a demure sweater and skirt and showed up 10 minutes beforehand, nervously sitting in a booth. Finally, she saw both brothers walk in, and the waiter led them over. She smiled at them, stood up, offered her hand, and said "You must be Darren and Eric." Darren flashed a big smile, took her hand warmly, and said, "You must be Sirinya Kanoknat..noka...I'm sorry, I practiced your name, but now I just cannot say it." Sirinya laughed, and both brothers sat across from her. Darren looked at the girl - her black hair tied in a neat ponytail, her dark almond-shaped eyes, her lovely brown skin, her full lips, her curves visible beneath her sweater. She was just as pretty in real life as she was in the pictures. "So Sirinya, how did you get to know my brother Bob - why are you wasting time around that guy? No offense." "Oh, he's just, he's a sweet guy." There was a pause. Darren said, "So you're a model, is it fun, or is it just a string of obnoxious jerk-offs?" Sirinya said, "Oh, I like it a lot. I just got into it a few months ago. Most people treat me like a princess. There are a few guys who are jerks, but you know, that's the way it is anywhere." There was another pause. She felt a lump in her throat, and she started to tell them the truth: "So, actually, Bob's not going to make it tonight." Eric shook his head. "That jerkwad! He hasn't talked to us in months. What's his excuse tonight?" "Well, let me tell you a story. Have you heard of Orlando?" "Florida?" "No - it's a book, it's by Virginia Woolf. It's about this nobleman, who suddenly, halfway through his life is transformed into a woman. And it's about how she has to deal with this huge change in her life, and her relationships with her lovers. It's a good book, if you like that kind of thing." Both brothers looked befuddled. They hadn't expected a random literature discussion at a dinner with a bikini model. At this point, the waiter showed up and asked them if they would like drinks. They shooed him away. Sirinya began again. "The point is, what happened to Orlando, also happened to your brother Bob." "What?" "Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but Bob has been transformed into a woman. And he's, well, he's stuck that way. That's why he hasn't talked to you in a few months because "Bob" doesn't really exist any more." There was silence. Darren thought to himself that this was the most elaborate, bizarre, practical joke Bob had ever played on him. "I mean, is he like dressing in women's clothes now or something? I don't think Mary would let him do that," said Eric earnestly. "No, I mean he's actually a woman. Genetically, anatomically female." "That's not possible." "Oh it is, it definitely is. There's a really mysterious old guy in town who has the power to turn men into women." The waiter showed up again and politely said, "would you folks like to order some drinks now?" Darren told him to get lost. The waiter looked offended. "You know, you guys have to order something. You can't just sit here all night." "Fine, we'll have three waters. On the rocks," said Darren. The waiter shook his head disgustedly and walked away. Eric said "Well, if he's actually a woman now, why are you telling us? Why doesn't he tell us?" Sirinya winked at them. "He is telling you." Darren paused for a beat, his eyes opened wide, and then both brothers began to laugh loudly. "Oh my God, that is the silliest thing I have ever heard. You're saying you are Bob. My big brother is now an Asian ring girl." Sirinya shook her head. She knew this part would be hard. "Darren, I know everything about you. When we were kids, I used to have to sleep on the floor because you wet the bed. I stuck up for you when that bully Gary chased you home every day. I got beat up for it, but I did it. Your girlfriend Christine just broke up with you. Eric, I know you're too shy to ask girls out most of the time, so you just hang around them, hoping that they'll ask you out. Your favorite color has always been purple, and you could sing the entire national anthem when you were three years old." The brothers had stopped laughing. If this was a prank, it sure was elaborate. Sirinya sighed, and took off her right shoe and sock. She had a V-shaped scar on her right foot. "This was the time you dropped a knife on my foot, Darren. Are you guys starting to believe?" Eric was starting to believe. He had noticed something familiar about the girl - not her features, but the facial expressions she made, and the accent, and the phrases she used reminded him of something, and now he realized what. This girl was his brother, underneath it all, he was pretty sure. Darren was still fighting. "So okay, whoever you are, if this is all true, how is Mary dealing with this?" "She's crazy about me. She loves me." "You mean, you two are..." "Hot and heavy. Yeah. And we're getting married in 3 weeks." The waiter showed up again, looking exasperated, and asked them if they were ready to order. He also informed them that there was a woman who wanted to sit with them, and she had asked if it was a good time to come in yet. Sirinya said, "Yeah, it's a good time. Just come back in a couple minutes and we'll order." The waiter signaled, and Mary walked over nervously. Her hair was perfectly brushed, and she sat next to Sirinya. She squeezed Sirinya's leg, and kissed her on the mouth. "Hey Babe" she said, "How are they taking the news?" The two brothers sat there with their mouths open. They were stunned. There was a long pause. Finally, Eric said, "Are you stuck this way forever?" "I think so. I think that's the way it works now. Bob's gone forever. Mary and I are going to be two ladies growing old together." "How did this happen?" "There's this guy, the Magic Man, who can give you a pill to take that'll turn you into a beautiful Thai woman. And he gives you a pill to turn you back, although I decided not to use that one. I'm sure it would work on any guy." Darren shuddered. "But isn't it weird not to have a, you know, you know what I'm talking about it. What used to motivate half your life, Bob, Sirinya, whatever." Sirinya laughed. "At first, it was like having one of my 5 limbs amputated. There was just this emptiness. But you learn that it's not just an emptiness, the replacement you get is more subtle, but just as much fun - more - than what you used to have." "And listen, I've learned so much about the female body - if I turned back into a man, I'd be such an incredible lover. I'd have to beat off the girls with a stick. Here's what it's like being a guy: You dream about becoming an incredible violin player and all you want to do in the world is rub your bow against that violin. But the only instrument you have at home is a flute. So you play around with your flute and you practice all the time, and you're one hell of a flautist, and then you show up for your first concert all nervous. Somebody hands you a violin, but you're terrible at playing, and people are laughing and running out of the concert hall, and you get terrible reviews and you never get invited to play at that concert hall again. If you could go home with your own violin for a while, you could get really, really good at it, and I guarantee, you're going to get invited to all kinds of concert halls!" Darren smiled and looked at Mary. "So is Sirinya a good violin player now?" "Stradivarius," she said. Sirinya said, "I have one other thing I wanted to ask you guys, and don't feel any pressure, because it's kind of a weird request. Mary has her two bridesmaids picked out, she's good at making friends, but I don't have any yet. I've only, you know, existed for a few months, and most of the people I meet in my line of work are both male and scuzzballs, so I just haven't got anyone close enough to me to be my bridesmaids, people who are like sisters to me. Do you guys know where I could find some sisters? Or make some sisters?" She winked at them again. Darren shook his head, "Oh no. No no. Don't look at me. I'm happy with my flute." Eric looked indecisive and blushed. "So, it's totally reversible, right? It's going to make me confident with women, right? Do I get some kind of guarantee?" "Yeah, totally! You'll be a Casanova after this. Spending a week as a woman is going to make you a much bigger man." "Yeah, alright." "No, man, don't do it! It might be a trap!" said Darren. "Well, it's only for a week," said Eric. "But, how do you know you won't end up stuck like 'Bob' here?" Darren cast a critical eye at his new sister. "I won't, trust me." Sirinya smiled. "Well, Eric, we need to go get you the pill. Then we need to find a name for you, and you and I can pick out some bridesmaid dresses." "Oh geez! Why can't I have brothers like other people?" said Darren. Sirinya and Eric nervously walked into the book store. They asked to see the Magic Man - he waved them into his office. "What a beautifully successful transition that was!" He looked approvingly at Sirinya. "And I can sense that you want a sister for the wedding. Oh, she's going to be a knockout, I can tell." He took out a blue pill and a red pill - he said, "That'll be $50." Sirinya handed him 5 $20s. "I need two - I'm hoping for two sisters but I haven't convinced Darren yet." The Magic Man smiled. "Good luck to you ladies," Eric felt weird about being referred to that way, but he guessed he would have to get used to it. That night, after eating dinner, Sirinya handed Eric the pill. "It's time. I picked a new name for you - Apasra. Apasra Kanoknateesawat," Eric trembled as he took the pill in his hand. "I don't think I can remember that. It's going to be embarrassing if people ask me what I my name is, and I just kind of look at them like a stunned bunny. People are going to think I'm kind of dim." "No, if that happens, just pretend you don't know English." "You know, it was a lot easier for you when you turned into a girl. You had no idea what was coming. I know what's coming." "Just relax. It's painless. Stop worrying. Take the pill. Don't be a drama queen." "Fine." Eric put the pill in his mouth, took a swig of water, and downed it. He felt a tingling in his body, and a dreaded sense of anticipation. He felt a wave of dizziness, closed his eyes, and sat down. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sirinya jump with surprise, laugh, and clap her hands. "It has begun, my sister. Go look in the mirror." Eric looked in the mirror. He didn't notice anything at first, but then he looked closer at his eyes. They had turned from green to almost black! He thought his lips were starting to look puffier, too. Eric shook his head. "Okay, Sirinya, out of my room. I don't want anybody to see me halfway through." Sirinya sighed. "It would be fun to watch it happen, but I'll you leave you alone." Eric went to sleep. Or he tried to. He knew every minute there were changes going on, and he could feel his hair getting longer. He tossed and turned, and finally drifted off to sleep an hour later. He suddenly woke up, and stared at the clock. 1 AM. Should be about halfway done. Overcome by curiosity, he turned the light on. He looked at his skin - soft, smooth, and it looked like about the darkest tan he had ever had. His hair was shoulder-length, and dark brown. He went and looked at the mirror. He was either a very pretty guy, or a very handsome woman, he wasn't sure. He took a sneak peak, and saw that his penis was about a third the size it should be. The hair on his legs was gone, and his arms were slender. His pecs looked like they were growing. "Success!" he thought to himself bitterly. "Thanks, Bob, now I'm a hermaphrodite! It must be working," He laid down again, and drifted off to sleep. His alarm rang. He looked over at the clock, but couldn't see it through the wave of black hair covering his face. He blindly pounded on the clock, and sat up, and looked down at his new body. His breasts were lovely, he thought - he had always liked breasts. That he wasn't worried about. He peeked down inside his shorts - there was just a small triangle of black hair above his new slit. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, awed at the emptiness he felt beneath his legs. He was definitely a girl now. "Apasra Kanoknateesawat." The girl who used to be Eric Smith practiced her new name over and over. She stumbled toward the door, and as soon as she opened it, her sister ran toward her. "Apasra! Oh my God! You're beautiful! You look like you just dropped out of heaven! Have you seen herself in the mirror?" Sirinya led her sister Apasra to the big mirror. Apasra saw her new face - innocent, flawless, angelic. Lovely black eyes, with a small, button nose, brown skin, and black hair. The two girls stared amazed in the mirror together. Sirinya had a lovely face, but there was something a little bit shady about her - if you saw her, you might instinctively put your hand over your wallet. Apasra, on the other hand, looked like an innocent angel. "I love your lips, Apasra. Can we put some lipstick on you?" "Geez, give me a second to adjust first." Apasra walked toward the kitchen, feeling her breasts sway gently as she walked. "I need a bra, sis," she said. "Actually, I need a whole wardrobe." "Just go to my closet, pick out whatever you need. Borrow it for the week," Fortunately, the two sisters were about the same size, so they could wear each other's clothes. Apasra picked out a loose purple sweater and a flower skirt which fit her well, but not too tightly. Sirinya admired her sister and fussed with her hair some more, and then the two girls drove to the mall to find some dresses for the wedding, and meet their brother for lunch. The girls sat in the car outside the mall. Apasra felt she was going to have a panic attack. "I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can walk in there like this," said Apasra, hyperventilating a little. "Of course you can, it'll feel natural pretty soon. Just don't think about your gender, think about something else. Who's going to win the AL East this year?" "The Rays" "That's right. We'll talk about that." So the two girls walked in, talking animatedly about the Rays' pitching staff this year. Sirinya walked with her hips swaying, her arms moving constantly as she talked, her breasts bobbing as she walked, subconsciously flirting with guys as they passed. Apasra shuffled along in tennis shoes, her arms crossed over her chest, trying to blend in to the scenery. The two ordered Mexican at the food court, and waited for their brother to join them. Darren finally walked in, took a look at the two, sat down heavily in the chair across from them, and shook his head wearily. "I can't believe I'm the only son now. I don't want to be the only son. I liked having brothers." "You have sisters now, it's just as good. You'll get one brother back soon," said Sirinya. "Go get something to eat." Darren looked at his newest sister. "This is kind of awkward, but Eric, for what it's worth, I guess you're kind of pretty." "My name is Apasra for the week, but thanks! I appreciate the compliment." Darren went to the sub place to order a sandwich. The guy taking his order whistled and asked him which of the hotties he was dating. Darren told him they were just friends, he didn't really want to talk about it. When he got back, his sisters were looking through a bridal catalog. "Which one do you think? The purple or the pink dress?" Darren said he didn't know and didn't care. With a mischievous smile, Sirinya said, "Which one would look better on you, Darren?" "No, you guys, I'm not doing this." "Are you scared? Is that why? If you're too much of a wuss I understand. Just tell me. Just say: I, Darren, am a chicken and I am too frightened to do one simple favor for my sister. Eric is much braver and more thoughtful than I'll ever be." "I'm not too scared. It's just weird." "Here's the pill. Show me you're not scared." "Fine! You guys want this, here goes." Darren popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it, regretting it almost as soon as he done it. His eyes transformed just as quickly as his two sisters had. Sirinya said with shock, "You're not supposed to transform right here in the mall! Let's get out of here, Darren. You're supposed to take it at home, you can't transform into a woman right in the middle of the food court! Come on." The two sisters rushed their brother to the car. Darren sat in the car, unblinking, a knot in his stomach. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. He hated being called chicken. Darren felt an overwhelming drowsiness, and he laid down on the couch, not to wake up until the next morning. By the time he woke up, he had been completely transformed. His newly black, straight hair flowed over his curvy new body. There were now three sisters in the house. Sirinya shook her newest sister gently. "Chalisa, Chalisa, wake up!" The girl who had been Darren looked down at her new body, stone-faced. She wasn't thrilled about things. "What's my name again, you jackass?" "Chalisa. Chalisa Kanoknateesawat. Don't be rude to your sister. I'll find you some clothes." This was harder than Sirinya had thought it would be. Sirinya and Apasra (as Bob and Eric had been before them) were on the skinny side, but Chalisa (like Darren) was more average-sized . Every pair of pants Chalisa tried to wear were too tight, or made her hips look funny. Finally, Sirinya found a loose pink sweater and a black skirt Chalisa could wear without embarrassing herself. Chalisa looked in the mirror. Like her sisters, she had become an attractive young woman. Even with the loose sweater, people were going to notice her breasts. She frowned. She hoped she could go for a week without anybody noticing her, but it might be tough. She tied her long, black hair back in a bun, and put on the same glasses she had worn as Darren. With a laugh, she said, "I don't care what you two sluts dress like, I'm going to be virtuous." "You know what you look like?" said Apasra. "You look like a naughty librarian." "I do not!" Sirinya laughed. "You do! You look all frigid on the outside sitting at the front desk, but I bet you secretly make love with the UPS man after hours on the book stacks in the back." "Oh, screw you." Her sisters laughed again. Sirinya took her sisters by the hand, and they walked to the mirror. Three pairs of black eyes stared back at them. The girls stood silently. "Dad never hears about this, okay?" said Chalisa. "Never," said Apasra. "You got it. Let's go pick out the bridesmaid dresses," said Sirinya. "I vote for purple," said Apasra. "I thought you might," said Sirinya. To be continued.