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Foreword: Since people left some very favorable feedback, I thought I would upload this, one of my first stories. It is easily the longest and most involved story I've written, though still not very long. It's got (in the author's humble opinion) a lot more emotion and plot than my other little sex romp stories. There's still a good deal of sex, don't worry. STORY TIME! Chapter 1: Wherein we begin There was a knock at the door. That would be Sam. John got up off the couch to go get the door. Sam was standing outside looking like he usually did in the summer, he was wearing a white deep v-necked t-shirt and some jeans. It looked like it had been a day or two since he shaved, his coarse black stubble coming in in rough patches across his face. "'Sup man. I brought some beer over," Sam said and lifted his right hand to show than he did indeed have a six pack with him. "Cool go put those in the fridge," John replied. Sam walked into the kitchen. It had been a while since he and John had last hung out. John had started dating Kristine a little over a year ago and as their relationship became closer Sam saw less and less of John. When Kristine and John moved in together 3 months ago the amount of time Sam saw John dropped off precipitously. Though they exchanged emails a few times a week, Sam had pretty much only seen John once since the move in. That encounter had been brief, just a half an hour at a bar were they both agreed they should hang out sometime. And now was that time. Kristine had gone on a trip abroad and would not be back for a month. Without Kristine to eat up John's time, Sam called him up and asked if he felt like playing some video games like they did back in high school. "Man what is she doing to you! Look at all these fresh vegetables and stuff. You're getting all classy on me man," Sam called out when he opened the fridge. "You're the one who used to tell me I should eat better things than mac'n'cheese and ramen!" John shouted back. Sam walked into the living room with two opened beers and handed one off to John. They both sat down on the couch and took a swig. "So what're we playing?" Sam asked. "We're going retro tonight man, check out what I dug out," John replied and pulled over a box sitting on the floor next to the couch. Inside was a Nintendo 64. "Goldeneye!" "Shit man! I haven't played that in decade. Go set that up!" Sam replied enthusiastically. John got up and started moving stuff around to get at the back of the TV. Silence filled the air. They had both been friends for a long time, but really didn't have much to talk about anymore. Their friendship was stronger than that, but it was still a little awkward. Sam glanced around the living room. It was his first time here. John and Kristine were renting a small house out here in suburbia. Nice little yard. Sam thought about how things were getting serious between those two. He glanced down at the coffee table and noticed a big thick leather bound book. Across the top is said in large gold letters Libri Mutatio. "So Kristine is still into that witchcraft crap?" Sam asked. It had come up when John had first started dating her and had been sort of a sore spot between Sam and Kristine. Long story short, Sam thought that all the claim of `greater powers' and `magic' was a giant load of crap. He was a little aggressive with these beliefs and tried to goad Kristine into using her `magical powers' into doing something spectacular. She got upset and said she wasn't trying to prove anything to him, that he didn't need to believe in anything. Sam thought it was a cop out and told her as much. After that he started seeing less and less of John. "Yeah. You know it's really not crap," John replied flatly. Sam, who had been taking a drink from his beer, nearly spat it out. "She made you a believer? Come on man, you know that stuff is all garbage." "Why do you have to attack other people's beliefs? Just cause you don't have any doesn't mean other people shouldn't." Sam didn't like where this conversation was headed, but he couldn't just let it slide. His best friend had been taken in by what in his mind was some kind of insane pseudo cult. He had to try and reason with him. He decided he would look at the book on the coffee table. Most of the book was in some foreign language. However scrawled in the margin were notes written in English, someones commentary on the use of different spells. Some were specific like `Good for hangovers' (if that worked Sam wished he had had it when he was in college) others were much more vague like `use on petty rivals'. "So you believe that by pointing at someone and saying some of these words you could make some dramatic change to the real world?" Sam asked. "Yeah and put that down, it's Kristine's." "Nuh-uh, she left it on the coffee table, therefore it's a coffee table book. As a guest it's my duty to look through it." John had finished setting up the Nintendo and walked back over and pulled tried to pull the book from Sam's hands. Sam held tightly to the book and waved it around to John couldn't get at it. John clearly wasn't trying too hard, maybe he didn't want to damage the book. Sam brought up his leg and pushed John back with it. "Easy man! I promise not to turn you into a frog!" Sam said with a giant grin on his face. "Sam, give me the book," John said crossing his arms. "John it's just a bunch of gibberish! How can you believe it's real?" Sam replied holding the book up as though it was some trashy novel he was making fun of. John looked thoughtful for a second, then spoke in a quiet voice. "Because it is real. I've seen it." Sam stared at John incredulously. His friend had gone off the deep end, no doubt about it now. There had to be some way to convince him it was fake. It probably wouldn't be pretty. "John, you're scaring me man. You know I think this is all some kind of weird cult thing, right?" Sam replied in a stern voice as drops of condensation rolled down his now forgotten beer. "It's real Sam. Please give me the book, Kristine must have left it out here accidentally." "Ok prove to me that it's real. Cast a spell on me," Sam replied. "I'm not going to do that," John said flatly. Sam opened the book and moved his hand to where the page met the spine. He made as though to tear the page out. John's eyes went wide. "Sam don't!" "John, I will make a deal with you. I promise to not tear out this page and give the book to you if you will cast a spell on me." That should make him do it, Sam thought. John frowned, he knew Sam could be kind of an ass sometimes. He probably wouldn't actually tear the page out, but he might just on the principle of having said he would. "Sam please..." John said desperately. The book belonged to Kristine, she had just gotten it before she left and had been really excited about finding it. If she got back and found it damaged she would be really upset. Sam brought his arm up so he could tear the page in one quick movement... "Ok I'll do it!" John cried. Sam relaxed his arm and smiled. "Good," Sam replied, once again carefully flipping through the book. "Any spells you would recommend?" He asked sarcastically. John was frowning again. "Kristine had just gotten that book before she left, I don't know any spells from it." "Well what are these spells actually supposed to do? Spread peace and harmony on Earth or something equally vague?" Sam could be a real jackass sometimes. "I don't know what they do, I am still learning all this," John replied. "Kristine is teaching me, she makes me work on my pronunciation and ordering my thoughts. She says once you get that down its just a matter of learning some vocabulary to read spell books." Sam arched one eye brow. This all sounds pretty stupid, he thought. He kept flipping through reading the comments written in the margins. He stopped when he saw one and laughed. "Ok John how about this one. Kristine wrote in the margin `Use on ungrateful lovers'. Maybe she was planning on casting that spell on you!" John sat down on the couch and looked at the book. "That isn't Kristine's handwriting," Still though, someone had written that in there, and with a comment like that maybe it was something Kristine had considered casting on him... Or maybe it was something kinky he should consider casting on Kristine. He grinned at that though. He had only learned a few simple words and could only pick out some pronouns in the spell. He had no idea what it would actually do. "Guess she got the book from a library or something then, still, with a hilarious comment like that I really think you should test it out on me! Maybe it'll make me into BDSM!" Sam replied with a giant grin on his face. He clearly was not taking this seriously. John thought about what might happen. Kristine had told him that spells which drastically alter the way people thought were difficult to cast, usually requiring years of practice and months of prep time. As a total novice, John wouldn't need to worry about anything stupid happening like Sam falling in love with him. It might change his tastes a little, Kristine said when she was learning she cast a spell on herself to make herself like brussel sprouts. That hadn't been too hard. "Ok Sam, let's do this. Give me the book." "Ok, but don't be a wanker and back out on this now," Sam replied handing John the book. He was sort of excited now actually, anticipating the look on John's face when nothing happened. John couldn't believe he was about to cast a spell on Sam. Kristine had told him he was a natural at pronunciation. He was kind of excited honestly, he had only cast a few spells under Kristine's supervision. This would be his first solo flight. John took a deep breath and began reading the spell. The words flowed off his tongue with a steady rhythm, his voice going up and down in pitch as he moved along. Sam was impressed, sure it sounded like gibberish, but it was musical gibberish. If he were more gullible Sam would have expect the wind to start blowing and the room to darken as John spoke the powerful magic spell. Sam wanted to laugh at the image forming in his mind of John the mighty wizard, but his body didn't seem to think it was funny. It was like hearing a joke with the wrong delivery. The premise is funny and you want to laugh, but the joke itself falls kind of flat. Then John suddenly stopped. He looked up at Sam. Sam looked back at him. "So... what did it do Mr. Wizard?" Sam asked. He certainly didn't feel any different. John looked down at the spell book, then back up at Sam. "Well, uhh, sometimes they take a little while to kick in. Or maybe I did it wrong. I am new at this," John replied meekly. "Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?" Sam asked grinning. The look on John's face was almost as good as he had imagined it. So disappointed. "Yeah, well..." John said trailing off. Then he just looked at Sam made a weird face and shrugged. Sam started laughing. John joined in the laughing after a little bit. It was all so silly Sam thought. John was really taken in by all this stuff. Even when it didn't work he just waved it away. Sam was wrong to have accosted him so. He did seem happy with Kristine, and saying some gibberish every now and then was pretty harmless. Maybe he should give Kristine another chance. Their laughter died down and they each took a sip of their warming beers. "Dude, let's play some Goldeneye," Sam said. "Right on," John said and powered up the console. Oh for the era of cartridge games with their complete lack of load times! John got first blood, but Sam quickly started to take the lead in points after that. At around his sixth kill Sam started shifting about on the couch. His pants were starting the feel a little tight about his waist. He had an odd feeling in his stomach, which he attributed to gas. He was regretting having had dinner at that fast food place. John started to catch up, but by that point it was too late. Sam won the round and stood up to do a little victory cheer. He finished the last of his beer. "I'm gonna grab another beer, you ready for another?" Sam asked. "You bet. I'll set up the next round, this time we're going to do pistols," John replied with a grin, Sam had won the last round with his long range game. "All right man." Sam's stomach was still feeling weird, do he decided to go to the bathroom before he got the beer. He took a leak, the weird feeling now spreading down to his lower intestines. He hoped he didn't have diarrhea. He flushed and went to wash his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror. He needed to get more physical activity. His shirt looked loose like he had lost some muscle mass, and his pants felt tight like he had gained a little flab. He looked up at his face and tried to remember the last time he shaved. He had barely any stubble. He liked the two day stubble look and couldn't remember having shaved since Tuesday, but he must have. He looked in the mirror and decided he really need to get his act together. He decided he needed to work on getting himself a nice girlfriend, then I will be motivated to take better care of myself. Sam had never really had any meaningful romantic relationships. Back in college he used to go on dates occasionally, but they never really lead anywhere. The last date he went on was probably over two years ago now. After that he had gotten sick of the game and done the cliched `focus on your career' thing. He couldn't feel too bad about the decision. He had made quite the name for himself as a programmer and was able to go freelance. He worked from home most of the time, which didn't really bother him too much. Since John had moved in with Kristine it had been getting rougher as he would go weeks without any direct human interaction. He almost considered going back to a steady job, just so he would see people regularly. But being successfully self-employed was just too great. Better hours, better pay, no bosses making you do pointless busy work, no coworkers who only talk to you when they need something\ldots Sam sat down on the couch and he and John clinked their bottles. Next round. John did better this round and took an early lead. Sam's gut continued to feel sort of queasy and the feeling was now spreading. Shit, I hope I didn't get food poisoning, Sam thought. He felt like his skin was getting puffy, feeling tight in some places but not in others. He felt like he should go to the bathroom again, but he couldn't just let John win! He decided to be cheap and holed up in a spot with only one entrance. If John had picked a game type with grenades it wouldn't have worked, but now whenever John came in Sam could get him really quick then restock on body armor. John gave him some grief about it after he did it three times and so Sam agreed he would stop. He had caught up to John at that point anyways. He got in another two lucky kills in rapid succession and won the second round. He did his little victory dance, his arms and legs now also feeling strange and quickly excused himself to the bathroom. As he went he heard John cry out, "Next round, remote mines!" Once he got to the bathroom, Sam found he didn't really have to go. He felt like he was sweating a little so he splashed some water on his face and looked in the mirror. He definitely looked different. His arms looked thinner and he almost imagined he had less hair on them than before. His shirt hung loose off his stomach but was a little tight across his chest. His chest wasn't too hairy to begin with, but now it looked smooth. His waistband was really becoming painful, but the rest of his pants felt loose. He undid the top button to relieve some of the tightness. He remembered reading a news story one time about a man who got really bad food poisoning who lost a lot of weight in a few hours. He just sweat it all out. Sam didn't think he was sweating that bad. He probably should call it a night and go home. But he hadn't seen John, or anyone else really, in almost three months. To leave after such a short time seemed like a terrible idea. But he really was starting to get worried. One more round then he would go. He felt like the whole experience with the `magic spell' had done something to rekindle their friendship. Kristine would be out of town for the rest of the month, surely they could find another time to hang out later. Sam went back in and sat down. "You all right man?" John asked. "Yeah I'm fine, I went to Eddie's Burgers today for dinner, food poisoning," Sam replied meekly. "Uh huh," John replied and hit start on the game. Sam had always been terrible at remote mines and John was an expert. Sam was able to hold his own a little in the beginning, but his fingers started slipping on the buttons, causing him some problems. The controller felt weird in his hands, like it was a different size or something. It only got worse from there as the tingling was now spread all across his body providing him with more distractions. He could feel his waist band sliding across his skin and felt the clicks as his zipper slowly came undone. In what was the fastest round of the night he lost to John having only gotten a single kill. He was much more concerned with other things though at this point. His body felt like it had electricity running through it. John looked at him with a strange look on his face. "Dude are you all right?" John asked, now sounding genuinely concerned. "I..." Sam's voice sounded a little different, hoarse maybe? "Excuse me," Sam said and almost ran to the bathroom. His pants dropped off his waist as he went, he grabbed them kept going, his legs felt like they were moving in a much wider arc than usual. Sam looked at himself in the mirror as his body tingled. Something weird was happening. He had food poisoning. A fever. Yes a fever, that would explain how his skin felt. He was delusional with fever. That must be it. In the mirror was his reflection. Only different. His chest was all puffy pushing his shirt off his chest. His deep v-neck almost looked like it had breasts under it. He let go of his pants which quickly fell to the floor. His underwear falling to an askew angle, held loosely about his waist and thigh by the elastic. He gasped. There was no hair on his legs. They were also thinner and more toned than before. He felt a strong tingle start at his toes, spread to his now small feet, and rapidly move across his whole body like a wave. It lasted less than a second, but when it passed his shirt felt looser and his underwear fell to the floor. He was too shocked by what he saw to even gasp. His pride and joy, even if it didn't get much love from anyone else, was considerably smaller. He liked to think he had a slightly above average size penis, a solid B on an academic scale. Not any more. His dick looked to be three inches long at most. His testes were held tight in his scrotum against his body, pressing up against his crotch. He looked at his hips. They were much wider now. He turned around. Yup. That locked it in. It wasn't the shrinking cock or the budding breasts, but the round, perfect female ass which clarified in his mind what was happening. In his fever dream he was turning into a woman. And it had to be a dream, right? He exhaled slowly, and smiled. Since he knew it was a dream, that made this some kind of lucid dream, right? Since he was aware it was a dream, why panic? He'd never had much luck with the ladies, and now he was having a dream that he was one. He might as well take the opportunity to cop a feel, maybe if he remembered it he would wank off about it later. Outside John had his guesses as to what was going on. The spell had worked after all. He would wait patiently for Sam to come out and see what had changed. A scared thought occurred to him that maybe Sam passed out in there. He would check on him if he took too long. Sam now focused on his inflating breasts. He grabbed his nipples through his shirt and gave them a gentle pinch. That felt nice, real nice. He cupped his breasts, they were a large handful now, and pushed them up in his v-neck, gazing at them in the mirror while giving them a gentle squeeze. He smiled. That also felt pretty nice. He looked at his face when he smiled. Yup, that was changing too, becoming softer and a little more rounded. His hair had grown, but only a little. Thats fine, he liked girls with short hair. He looked like he had a short-n-spunky chick haircut now. He reached up to run his fingers through it, as he did so he noticed how different his arms looked. They were much skinnier now and had only the finest peach like hairs on them. His hands could be described in no way but dainty. He put his arms out between him and the mirror and ran his small hands up and down them slowly. That too felt nice. He decided to pull his shirt off to get a better look at himself. At this point it was the only article of clothing he had left on anyways. He looked at himself in the mirror. His breasts were a little larger now. Not too large, still tasteful, but full and perky. He brought his arms up and gave them another squeeze. He started feeling warm all over and felt like he was getting an erection. He looked down at his now diminutive member, less than one inch long. His testes had disappeared, and his scrotum was now pressed flat against his crotch. He watched in wonder as a crease developed in its folds and slowly a hole formed there. He waved goodbye to his penis as it shrank down, now just a little nub above his rapidly developing vagina. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked amazing. He turned and admired himself from different angles. He squeezed his round perfect ass and cupped his perky tits while posing in the mirror. He felt as amazing as he looked. He started to feel a warmth and a dampness growing in the one area of his body he had yet to touch. He paused and stared down at his crotch. It was such an alien feeling, and yet he knew instinctively what he was supposed to do. His left hand slowly went up and cupped his right breast while his right hand moved slowly towards his crotch, sliding down his stomach ever so gently, sending shivers of anticipation across his new, female, body. There was a loud knock and the door which stopped Sam before he even began. He rapidly dropped his hands away from his body and looked around startled. He was still in this bathroom. Why was he dreaming he was in a bathroom anyways. The whole transformation had been so dream like. That knock sounded real. And this bathroom looked unglamorously real for a dream. "Hey Sam are you ok?" John's voice came across the door sounding a little muted. Sam looked around at the clothes on the floor. Should he be modest even if he was delusional? This was the weirdest dream he had ever had. It's a dream damn it, and those clothes don't fit me well, screw it Sam thought and turned the door knob. The door swung open and John saw a naked beauty standing before him. She had short black hair, fair hairless skin, amazing perky tits with small erect nipples sitting on beautiful pink areolas, a round ass that just screamed grab me, and gorgeous legs. He gazed down on her form, and it was down. He was about six feet tall, and she had to be closer to five. Sam looked up at John. He hadn't noticed how much shorter he had gotten. Normally the two of them were nearly at eye level, now she was at least a whole head shorter than him. Sam grinned, the look on John's face was priceless, better than when he had failed at casting the spell. "This-" Sam paused after speaking one word, his voice was so different! Breathy and soft, high but not shrill, the kind of voice which if properly used could get a man to cream his pants just from hearing it. "This is the weirdest dream I have ever had," Sam said as she rubbed her throat with her small hands. "Sam," John croaked, trying to find his voice after sitting mouth agape for what felt like minutes starting at this naked beauty. "You're not dreaming. It's the spell. It worked," John said flatly, amazed at what the spell had done. He'd never see Kristine cast a spell like that before! He didn't even know this was possible! "What? That's silly, this is just my mind remembering that spell and trying to have you explain it away that way. Prove that this isn't a dream Mr. Wizard," Sam said, still convinced it was a dream her voice had no signs of nervousness as being a) naked and b) a woman in front of her friend. John thought for a minute, grinned and decided to prove it wasn't a dream. He quickly reached across the doorjam, grabbed one of Sam's erect nippled and twisted hard. "OW! SHIT!" Sam cried running a hand up to swat John's away. She gently rubber her nipple trying to make it feel better. It helped a little. While she was doing this it dawned on her that she wasn't dreaming. She started down at her sore nipple as her eyes went wide. Her hand slowly fell away and she looked up and down at her very female form. She looked up at John her mouth hanging open. "But- I- It's-" Sam stuttered, then her eyes grew even wider and she could feel her cheeks burning. She felt looked into John's eyes and suddenly could feel them moving across her naked body. She let out a very cute little `Eeep!' and slammed the bathroom door shut. John laughed a little, but then the seriousness of the situation dawned on him. What if Sam was stuck this way? John really didn't know what he was doing, so that spell could really be anything. He might not even be done changing yet. But then he remembered something Kristine had said. Kristine said nearly all spells were temporary, and the longer they lasted the harder they were to cast. A petty novice like him the spell would probably wear off in a few minutes, an hour tops. He grinned to himself, this will show Sam. He decided he would let Sam sweat a little before he told him it was only temporary. Inside the bathroom Sam was freaking out. Her heart was going a mile a minute and her breaths short and rapid. She stood hunched over the sink staring intently at the mirror when she heard John speak. "Sam are you OK? I know its a shocker for you, don't pass out or anything." She paused her breathing and tried to focus. She felt light headed and like she was going to be sick. She had to get a grip. She took a deep breath and stood upright and looked at herself. Ok, she thought, what happened. Fact, John's girlfriend believed in magic. Fact, John now too believed in magic. Fact, Sam came over to hang out with John while his girlfriend was away. Fact, Sam goaded John into casting a magic spell on him not knowing what the consequences would be. Fact, Sam now believed himself to be in the body of a (really hot) chick. What was the rational explanation for this. he wasn't dreaming. Sam couldn't have drugged him or anything since the only thing he had consumed over here was the beer he brought. Hypnosis maybe? Something in the Goldeneye game? Unconsciously Sam had been posing herself in the mirror getting a better look at his body now that he knew (or at least, he thought) it was real. OK so maybe he couldn't come up with a good rational explanation for the change. How to get back to normal. If this was some hypnosis or something he had to find cracks in it. If this was actually a magical spell\ldots She paused and her fear returned en mass. If this was a magic spell then she had goaded John into doing something which he admitted he didn't know what it actually was. She could still be changing and John wouldn't even know! John might not now how to change her back! Sam had picked that spell totally at random. He didn't think it would work, much less that he would have to find a way to reverse it! Sam's breathing became rapid and she started getting worried she would hyperventilate. She needed to sit down. She looked at the toilet, but the thought of sitting down on it filled her with dread. Maybe she could just sit on the edge of the sink, she probably didn't weigh more than 100lbs now. She tried to maneuver herself onto in, but ultimately it was too small for her to do it. Also it was cold! When her warm ass touched it she let out a small whelp of surprise. Looks like she would be sitting on the floor. She sat on top of the shower mat and pulled her knees into her chest. Focus Sam! She thought. What are you going to do!? Sit here and cry? She did actually feel like crying. She wanted to go back to normal. This was too weird. She had bitten off more than she could chew. She took another deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. OK, step one. Put her clothes back on. They might not fit well, but they were a lot better than the alternative. She shuddered as she remembered the feeling of John's eyes crawling all over her nude body. She put on the shirt first. Even though its deep V now exposed her cleavage, it stayed on pretty well. She discovered that if the pulled the V apart it could now fall off her shoulders. Damn were her shoulders that skinny now? She tried to pull the V neck up so that he chest was not so exposed, but that left her mid rift showing. He tied a knot in the back of the shirt to heel it that way. She didn't like how tight that made the shirt, or how it made her boobs stick out, but again it was better than going out and flashing a nipple. The underwear and pants slid right up her frame like she wasn't there. They were just much to big now. Well too big everywhere except her waist, where of course she could not button them. She decided she would just hold them up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like some chick who was wearing her boyfriends clothes. So hot. She felt a tingling like she had felt earlier and kind of wanted to explore her body more. Sam's rational mind blocked that out, he needed to get back to normal ASAP. He opened the door with one hand and saw John sitting on the couch looking at the spell book. "Hey," Sam said so quiet she wasn't sure John would hear it. John looked up at her and grinned. "Believe now?" John asked with a giant grin on his face. "Ha ha. Turn me back," Sam hoped she had guessed wrong and John would know some way to change her back. "I told you this is all new to me, not only do I not know how to change you back, but I don't know how long your transformation will last." The fear was growing inside her again, she had to stay calm and in control, nothing would benefit if she just freaked out right now. "You look hot by the way," John said plainly, Sam couldn't tell if he was being nice or if he was just trying to make her uncomfortable. He definitely succeeded at the latter, as Sam felt herself blushing. "Uh, thanks I guess. I need to sit down," Sam said. She saw the beer she had left on the coffee table. God she needed that right now. There wasn't enough beer in the world right now. She went to take a long swig to discover some new things. First, the beer was warm. Second, her new tongue was very sensitive to the bubbles she could feel every single one of them pop. Thirdly, she enjoyed the beer regardless of all of these facts far more than she had when she was a man. They both sat in silence for awhile, Sam staring very intently at her beer. Struggling to stay in control of her emotions. "John, please tell me this isn't real, you hypnotized me or something. You're my friend man. Friends don't hypnotize friends and make them think they turned into a hot chick," Sam asked in a perfectly modulated voice that gave away little of the turbulent storm of emotions going on beneath. John thought that Sam looked really worried. As much as he wanted to keep messing with him, making him think the transformation might be permanent, he just couldn't do it. "Sam it is real," John said and watched Sam's eyes glaze over, she looked like she was about to burst into tears. John couldn't stand to see either a woman or his best friend cry so he quickly followed up with, "But I am pretty sure the spell won't last more than an hour." Sam perked up a little at the thought, "I guess I should just trust you at this point, screw rational," Sam said and reached up and grabbed a boob as if to emphasize the failure of logic. "Still... how do you know? You said you had no idea what the spell did. If that was all some kind of lead in this is the best prank ever." I wish, John thought. "Well Kristine told me that to cast spells which last a long time, you need to really know what you are doing. Kristine seemed to know what she was doing, but even she had trouble making a spell last more than 8 hours, and those were minor spells compared to this one. With my lack of knowledge I'm kind of surprised it hasn't worn off already," John was actually kind of proud that he cast the spell. This was way more advanced than anything he had ever seen Kristine do. Sam's skepticism had gotten her into this mess. She decided she would try and push it aside and believe John. She still had a glum look on her face so John decided to try a little levity. "Look on the bright side Sam. You don't have to change your name. If you had cast that spell on me you'd have to call me Jane!" That comment really didn't make her feel any better. "I'm going to get another beer. Then lets play some more Goldeneye." Anything to get her mind off it. The next round they played was rifles. It allowed Sam to play a little to his strengths. It felt weird though. He hands were much smaller now, and because of the controllers design she had to hold her hands really close together, causing her arms to push her boobs together a little bit. This was extremely distracting at first, but John was taking it easy on her. She slowly got her footing back and soon John didn't have to take it easy anymore. Sam won the round, though not by as much as she would have normally. Next up throwing knives, something neither of them was great with. They traded off pretty evenly. Sam was getting used to her new body, relaxing a little bit more. She sat back in the couch a little more, taking long slow sips from her beer while John respawned. John won the round, but just barely. "I'm going for another brew, you want another?" Sam said, her voice modulating weirdly as she spoke like she was trying to do an imitation of someone else. "No, I'm good," John replied. It was starting to dawn on him just how weird this must be for Sam. As Sam walked to the fridge she couldn't help but notice how her hips moved while she walked. She could feel her ass making perfect little figure eights with every step. Sam got to the fridge and stared inside. Looking inside it from her new height really locked in how different everything was. Before she had needed to bend over at the waist to get a beer off the bottom shelf, now she barely had to bend at all. Only two beers left. God she wished there were more. She took one out and looked at it. She cracked it open and took a sip. It tasted great, way better than when she was a man. The tingling from the bubbles ran across her tongue and down her throat in a pleasant, almost ticklish manner. She paused after the sip and thought about how weird this all was. She needed this. Sam tilted his head back and proceeded to down the whole beer. It was actually kind of easy. When he was done he had expected to burp, but strangely didn't. He could feel the alcohol's effects in his now tiny frame. Maybe it was good that there wasn't more beer. He took the last beer and returned to the living room. "So what's it going to be this time," Sam said. The first half of the sentence he said while trying to make his voice sound less breathy, but it was weird sounding and he gave up by the end. "The classic, Slappers Only!" John said excitedly. Sam grinned and sat down. What a ridiculous game mode, no weapons, just running around slapping the other player. The round took a long time. They traded off kills, laughing a lot and running in circles around each other. In the end they were tied at the last point. The final kill was an intense and long battle, but in the end Sam won. She got up and did victory dance, not noticing that the knot in her shirt had come undone causing the v neck to slide down and show off her excellent cleavage. After a few seconds of dancing with the occasionally grab to hold her pants up she sat down, smiling. That was fun. John looked over at her with a strange look on his face. It wasn't quite the same leer he had given her when she was naked in the doorway. It was more confused and a little concerned. Sam though it looked kind of cute really, like a little boy seeing something he was impressed by but didn't understand. Sam then glanced down and saw her tits riding in the deep v, her cleavage sticking way out. She felt embarrassed and pulled her hands up to hold the v neck closed. They sat there in silence for a little while. Not really sure what to do next. "So\ldots What's it like?" John finally asked. Sam thought about it for awhile. How would she describe it? "Honestly, it's really weird," Sam said, trying to think of a better answer. "Yeah I bet. But what's it feel like?" "Well, when we were playing the game it felt kind of normal. You know you don't really think about what your body's shape is most of the time," Sam paused at this point. Her left hand remained holding the v neck tightly, her right arm stretched out and she looked it up and down. It was so thin and hairless, it looked like the arm of a child. "But other times, like when I was walking, or when we first started playing, it's more obvious. Everything's a different size now. And these," she said nodding her head down at her breasts, "Feel totally alien." John thought about what else would be different if he had a female body. Sure there were the obvious things, the boobs, the ass, the pussy. But what about the less obvious things. "You're skin looks so smooth. I don't think I had that smooth of skin when I was a baby," John commented. Sam ran her right hand up and down her left arm. Her skin was incredibly smooth. "Yeah, it is. It feels really weird too, kind of electric when you touch it, its really sensitive. What's weirder is being so short. I must be like five feet tall now." "You want to measure it?" John asked, and almost immediately regretted it. Talking about his changes was probably weirding his friend out, but quantifying the changes seemed like really rubbing it in. Sam thought about it for a moment. She was kind of curious really. She was feeling a little bolder than when she first came out of the bathroom. "Sure, why not? It's only temporary right?" Sam replied. John was actually surprised by how interested Sam sounded. I guess she is taking this better than I thought. John went to go and look for a something to measure her with. He found a ruler and a spool of cloth measuring tape. Guess that will have to do he thought to himself. He returned to the living room to seem Sam pacing about slowly behind the couch. She had tied her shirt back again and she had a bizarre look on his face as she paced about. It was then that John noticed Sam was a bit taller. Sam looked at John across the room and smirked. "Sorry John, they were just sitting there and I had to try it. This seems real easy, I don't know why people complain about it. Kind of uncomfortable though." John walked around the couch and looked down. There on Sam's feet were two of Kristine's high heeled shoes. She must have left them by the door. He looked up at Sam who was still smirking. The smirk broke into a grin and John was suddenly aware of the strange look he must have on his face. They both laughed at each other, then Sam kicked off the heels. "OK, lets get going," Sam said and went to walk up against a wall. "Got a marker?" "Uhh, I hadn't planned on drawing on the wall, I can just measure you with this," John said as he held up the measuring tape. Upon seeing the measuring tape the scene immediately jumped to Sam's mind of being fitted for a suit. The measuring tape looked just like what tailors used. He suddenly pictured himself getting fitted for a suit as a woman, a man's hands brushing against her body as he measured her bust line, her waist, a hand perilously close to her crotch as they measured the inseam\ldots Sam shivered and then spoke. "Ok fine come over here and measure me." Sam was 5'2", 9 inches shorter than her previous 5'11". She took the tape from John and held it up against the wall so she could compare how tall she used to be. "Wow I'm small," Sam said breathlessly. She knew she was shorter, but looking up at where 5'11" would be on the wall made her realize just how much shorter. "You do look really nice though," John said. Sam felt her cheeks flush. "Thanks." They stood there in silence again for a minute. Same looked down at her prominent breasts. Let's do it, she thought. "Well Mr. Wizard, or maybe Mr. Tailor, why don't you finish taking my measurements?" Sam said and held the tape up to John. John looked at the tape and then at Sam. This was starting to weird him out. But Sam had a big grin on her face, so clearly she wanted him to. In the back of his mind John started to wonder when the spell was going to wear off, and if any more subtle changes had been made to Sam. Still, John thought as he took the measuring tape, if that's what she wanted. John decided to start up top, he swung the tape around her back and then pulled it across her chest. Though he wasn't trying his right hand brushed across Sam's left breasts and he felt her nipple through the shirt. A almost too subtle to notice change flashed across Sam's face as he did this, but he tried very hard not to think about it. "33," John said monotonically. "I guess I'm a big girl there though!" Sam said and laughed. John chuckled too, but less boldly than Sam did. John relaxed the tape and dropped it down to her waist. As he did so it brushed across Sam's spine causing her to shiver. Because of how Sam had tied the shirt, her midriff was exposed. John was careful not to touch her with his hands, but he could feel the warmth coming off her skin. Looking down at the measuring tape he could see her chest rise and fall with her slow regular breaths. "22" Sam didn't respond this time, she was looking down and seemed to be focused on her breathing. John's hands dropped slowly to measure her hips, as he pulled the measuring tape tight Sam's thrust slightly at him. "34" he said as he tilted his head back up. He was now looking Sam directly in the face. Sam was staring back at him, her eyes gazing directly into his, their faces only inches apart. Even her eyes had changed color, John thought as he gazed into the perfect emerald eyes staring back at him. God she had the face of an angel. Sam could feel John,s breath on her face. It was warm. The measuring tape was still tight around her hips. John was just inches from her. He felt warm. She felt warm. She blinked and spoke slowly. "John..." A thought rushed through John's mind, he needed to step back before he did something he would regret, before Sam said something he would regret. But his body wanted to stay here where it was warm, and so it would not respond. "John," she said again slowly. She took a step back, pushing herself up against the wall. "I've had too much to drink," she said meekly. John blinked and shook his head as the warm haze faded. He took a few steps back and Sam came down off the wall. "This body is a light weight," Sam said. She tried to crack a smile, but it didn't really work. "Yeah, I bet you weight a lot less," Trying to make the conversation sound normal. They sat there looking at each other for a what felt like minutes. "I'm pretty sleepy," Sam said, her voice barely above a whisper. John looked over at the clock. It was only 10:30, still pretty early really. But then Sam had had a big day. Or evening at least. "You wanna crash here?" John asked. Sam's heart started beating faster as she thought of going outside with her vulnerable petite body. She didn't want anyone to see her like this! "Yeah," Sam replied quickly. "You want the bed?" John asked, trying to be helpful. Sam thought about it. Sure the bed was probably comfier than the couch, but\ldots there was just something weird about sleeping in the her friend's (and his girlfriend's) bed. The though ran across his mind that it probably smelled like John and that only proceeded to weird her out further. "No I'd rather sleep on the couch," she said quietly. "This will probably be the first time since I was 12 that I will actually be able to lay down on a couch," Sam said trying to make a little levity of the situation. "Ok, I'll go get you some blankets," John said as he left the room. Sam sat on the couch and stared at nothing. What a weird day she thought. She suddenly realized she actually was pretty tired. And a little cold. She rubbed her arms with her hands to try and warm up. John came back in with some bed sheets and blankets. He graciously offered to make up the couch for her and she accepted. When he was done he looked stood up and let Sam lay down. "What a night, eh?" John said. Sam looked up at him and let out a single short laugh. "Bet you'll never doubt me again, right?" John said, he wanted to try and comfort Sam a little. Why hadn't the spell worn off yet anyways? "Yeah I guess so," Sam replied. "Well don't worry Sam, you'll wake up tomorrow and be back to your old self again with all kinds of new stories to tell," John replied, he thought he sounded pretty confident, even though he actually want. He hoped he was right though. "Yeah. Can you hit the light on your way out John?" Sam said as she pulled the blankets up over her body. She undid the knot in her shirt once she was covered. She left her clothes on, she was not comfortable sleeping in the nude. "Sure thing," John said and turn the light off. The window shades had been drawn this whole time, but now that it was dark they glowed orange from the lights outside. The only other lights in the room came from the hallway, where the bedroom was, and a single night light in the bathroom. "Good night John," Sam said as John walked towards the bedroom. "Good night Sam," John replied. She would be fine, John thought, everything will be back to normal in the morning. He closed the door to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. It was a bit early for him so he decided he would read a little before he went to sleep. Yeah, John thought, she'll be fine. Chapter 2: Wherein everything is not fine Sam was never a morning person, and today felt no different. He had a head ache and felt disoriented. He was in John's apartment. He remembered last night being weird, but he couldn't remember why. He got up and walked into the bathroom. His bladder was full. He lifted up the toilet seat and undid his pants. Man they were baggy he thought, and proceeded to relieve himself. The warmth trickling down his leg caused it all to come back in a flash. He looked down and saw his boobs sticking out, displayed in his deep v neck shirt like a girl looking to get some action. He reached up and grabbed them his mouth agape. He looked down and saw that she was still relieving himself, making quite the mess of her pants. She screamed in terror. Once she stopped she took a few quick shallow breaths. Then she screamed again. John awoke with a start. He couldn't tell what had woken him up, but it was something loud. Then there was a short pause followed by a loud scream. A female scream. The blood drained from John's face as he remembered last night. It's impossible, he thought. No way. He ran to the bathroom wearing only his boxers. He pushed the door open without knocking to see Sam, still female standing there staring at herself in the mirror. She was only wearing her oversized v neck t shirt. Her pants and underwear were in a pile on the floor, looking quite wet. By the smell John could guess what the liquid was. Sam's arm was stretched out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Her mouth hung open on her now very pale face. "John-" she said and her hand rushed from the mirror and grabbed her throat. "Sam, I-" John began trying to find something to say. "I'm a fucking girl!" Sam screamed. "Yeah," John said after a moment's pause, "You sure are," he said as his eyes looked her body up and down. Sam saw his wandering eyes and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any pants. Her hands grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it down to cover her vagina. This of course stretched out the v neck, further exposing her breasts. Her left arm want up to try and cover her breasts while her right arm held the shirt down. "Close the door!" Sam cried. Instinctively John stepped back and closed the door on his own face. Shit, shit shit! he thought, how could this happen! I've never cast a spell by myself before, and even the ones I cast with help only lasted twenty minutes. How could I cast a spell that would last more than 8 hours? Inside the bathroom Sam was panicking. She was a woman. A hot woman. She saw herself in the mirror, he looked like a centerfold. Her pose didn't help, one hand covering Her crotch, the other her boobs, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. She quickly forced her arms to her side, as she did so she felt her shirt relax, rubbing against her breasts. A slight air current brushed across her flat crotch and she felt a chill run up her spine. I'm a fucking chick! the thought bounced around in her head. Her breathing was coming rapidly again. She felt like she was going to pass out. John's voice came across the door. "Sam," John said. "I don't know how this happened, but we are going to fix it." "Some big fucking relief that is, ass!" Sam replied instinctively. As soon as she said it, she knew she shouldn't be so hard on John, but all the adrenaline made it hard to control herself. There was a long pause as they both tried to think of something to say. Sam hadn't really calmed down much, but she at least had control of her breathing. "Sam. You want me to get you some clothes? It looked like you could use some." Sam looked down at her soiled jeans. She was mortified. She had literally wet her pants and John had seen that she had. She started sobbing softly. She just wanted to disappear. John heard a soft sobbing sound. God he couldn't stand that sound. He had to do something to make it better. "Sam come on, it'll be OK," John said trying to sound confident. "Easy for you to say!" Sam called out between sobs. "You don't have a pussy!" There was a pause then Sam heard foot steps walking away from the door. She sat down on the floor, the smell of her urine soaked pants becoming more prevalent. Her legs crossed and she could feel where it had run down her legs. She looked up at the shower. It was a stall shower with heavily frosted glass. Her hands went up to her head and she felt the grease on her face and in her hair. She really needed to shower. She picked up her pants delicately and put them in the sink and rinsed them with water. She took a small towel and wiped the floor where her pants had been sitting then put that in the sink too. She took off her shirt and looked it up and down. It was all stretched out now around the chest. Where she had tied it in a knot the night before was all wrinkly looking. She hung the shirt on a hook. Better to have something to wear, even if it didn't cover anything. She stepped into the shower stall and shut the door. There was a loud click as it snapped closed. She looked up at the door. At her normal height it would probably would have been about as high up as she was, now it seemed to tower over her ominously. She turned on the water and immediately regretted it. Icy cold water splashed off her naked body causing her to jump and let out what she thought was a very cute little 'eep!' She pressed her body up against the wall out of the water. Her chest jutted out and she could feel the cold water splashing against her erect nipples. The sensation was alien and she wished it would stop. Soon the water warmed up and she stepped under it. She gasped as she did so. It felt so nice. Much nicer than when she was a man. The warm water running over all her curves, it felt like tiny fingers dancing across her flesh. She thought she could just stand there for hours. After what must have been at least five minutes she decided it was time to clean herself. She started with her hair. It was still pretty short, not that much different from her male one really. She shampooed it vigorously at first, rubbing her hands across her scalp quickly to make lots of suds. This caused her breasts to jiggle wildly, which was another strange sensation, so she slowed down. When she rinsed it out the new sensation she got was how smooth her body was. Normally the suds would be caught in body hair as they flowed down her flesh as a man, but now they just rolled right off her body. She saw some conditioner in the shower, but decided not to use it. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, just get clean. All John had was bar soap, which Sam held in her hand anxiously. No other choice, she thought. She rubbed the bar across her arms first, they brushed against her nipples as she did so. Her skin was pretty sensitive, and the gentle rubbing felt nice. He washed her back next, reaching behind herself causing her boobs to stick way out. She moved to the front of her torso and paused. Was she ready to feel herself up? She's done it a little last night, but this would be far more thorough. She took the soap and rubbed it gently across her breasts, her arms squeezing them ever so slightly. It felt even better than before, the warm water running down her chest accentuating the sensation. She lifted them up and bounced them a little in her hands. She was starting to feel warm all over. She ran the soap over her flat stomach and down towards her crotch. What was the proper cleaning procedure here?, she thought. Was she supposed to clean inside it? It was the one area of her body she had not explored last night and now she was staring right at it, her hands literally inches from it. Her hand slowly made its way down to the wet folds, dragging the soap down across her lower abdomen. She touched it gently at first, as though it were something deadly. She moved her hand upwards and ran across the top of her slit. She gasped loudly as a shock of pleasure and terror ran through her body. Sam had only been with a girl once before, and they were both quite young and inexperienced at the time. Sam knew he had been totally unable to get her off, but years of studying Internet pornography since then told her what she had found. That would be her clit. The thought that she now had a clit and that touching it had provoked such a strong response terrified her. She moved on. Rubbing her legs with the soap was a weird experience. The inner thigh also provoked strange sensations, and bending over to wash them caused her breasts to hang down. The water followed the easiest path down and began to drip off her nipple. She shivered and quickly finished by washing her feet, which now seemed a bit more ticklish than before. She turned the water off. She had been in there quite awhile and the room was full of steam. She opened the door and saw that the sink was now empty. On the floor were three sets of clothes and a towel, neatly folded. John must have snuck in while she was showering. She bent down and picked up the towel and began drying herself off. She dabbed off the more erogenous zones carefully, trying not to provoke any kind of physical reaction. When she was done she put the towel on the floor and looked down at her options. John had given her three choices. The first was some of John's clothes. Sam looked at it, and immediately decided that was what she wanted to wear. When she tried to put the clothes on she ran into similar problems she had encountered the night before. The clothes simply did not fit. Not wanting to have to hold her pants up all day she decided to try the next option. The second option appeared to be some of Kristine's clothes. There was even a pink bra and panties in there. Sam held up the pink panties and felt how smooth they were. When in Rome, she thought and slid them up her legs. The panties stretched a little as they made it over her hips, but it felt good to have something on that wasn't four sizes too large. She looked at the bra and decided against it. On top of not having any idea of how to put it on, she knew that Kristine's bust was much smaller than hers. This also caused the accompanying shirt to be ruled out, Sam tried it on but it crushed her breasts against her body uncomfortably. Lastly there was a pair of jeans. Sadly these were also too small, and Sam could not button them. The last option was clearly Johns catch all attempt. It was a small red silk bathrobe with a `K' embroidered over the left breast. Sam put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was kind of messy, but with this style it was supposed to be. She looked so hot. The short robe ended at the middle of her thigh, leaving her gorgeous legs exposed. The panties lay underneath, squeezing her ass tightly. She tied the robe closed and it accentuated her bust line against her thin waist. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Contrary to her expectations, John was not sitting there waiting for her grand unveiling. She heard a ruffling coming from the bedroom and so she walked there. John was opening and closing drawers on a dresser and rifling through the contents. Sam barely made a sound when she entered and he didn't notice her until she spoke. "Hey," she said meekly. He stopped and looked up. Man she was hot. "Hey," he replied. John did his best to stop from ogling his formerly male best friend. "Thanks for the clothes, nothing really fit but this," Sam said waving her hand at the robe. "Yeah I wasn't sure anything would, you don't really have the same measurements as Kristine," Kristine was taller than Sam and less statuesque. Her narrower hips and smaller bust did not make John think she was any less beautiful though. "Sorry I yelled at you earlier," Sam said sheepishly. "I don't mind, this has got to be pretty rough for you," John replied. Strangely, now that she had showered, she felt less anxious about it. It wasn't so bad being a woman really. Besides, surely John would find some way to change her back right? "It's not too terrible really. I still want to get my old body back though. What're you looking for?" John looked around, he had kind of made a mess of things in here, hadn't he? "I'm looking for a business card Kristine got from a shop downtown. It sells this weird new age stuff." "So?" What importance did that have to this, Sam wondered. "So the store is a front. Well not a front really, but it's not really a business. It's owner is a practitioner who runs it as a hobby," John replied. "Uh huh," Sam said, a little confused. John saw this and tried to explain. "Not a lot of people can use magic. Those who do are called practitioners. They are loosely organized, intent mostly on keeping each other safe." Sam had a lot of questions about this cabal of magicians her friend was talking about, but she really only cared for the answer to one of them. "So can someone there undo this spell on me?" Sam asked. John frowned, "Maybe. There aren't a lot of practitioners in the area. Now that Kristine is teaching me the number is up to four. And unfortunately, Ms. Bruer, the owner of the shop and Kristine are the most experienced. Kristine went with Ms. Bruer to a gathering of practitioners somewhere in South America." So her best hope of getting changed back would be out of the country for another month, still John said four and that left one more. "And the other practitioner?" Sam asked hopefully. "Caroline. She works for Ms. Bruer in the shop. She doesn't have a lot of experience, but she has a hell of a lot more than me. Hopefully she will be able to help. Or if not at least get us in touch with Kristine and Ms. Bruer." So there was hope! Hopefully it wouldn't come to calling Kristine and this other woman back from their vacation. Sam didn't want to have people who could do things like this mad at him, and he was all ready in hot water for goading John to cast the spell on him. "So what're we looking for?" Sam asked again. "A business card for the place. It has the number, they keep strange hours so I don't know if they are open. No point in heading down there if they are not." Sam helped John look for the card. He discovered that Kristine had quite the collection of old books. Some Sam guessed were spell books like the one in the living room. Others seemed to just be topics in English or other European languages talking about the occult. She learned that occult actually just meant `knowledge of the hidden', and did not necessarily have anything to do with witches and magic. Eventually John found the card in one of the drawers in the vessel. He took out his cell and dialed the number. Sam sat anxiously while John sat there not speaking. Eventually his eyes perked up. "Hi Caroline, it's John, Kristine's boyfriend," John said. Sam watched in silence, only able to hear half the conversation. "Actually I'm not doing to great. Listen are you busy? I need your help." Sam hoped Caroline would be able to help. "It's kind of an emergency," John said a little impatiently. Sam hoped Caroline wouldn't be too mad at them for what they had done. "Come there, I-" John paused and looked at Sam. The blood rushed from Sam's face. Go outside? Like this? She didn't even have any clothes! Reading the cues from Sam's face John spoke up again. "Listen I am going to need you to come over to me and Kristine's place." Please please please, Sam thought. "Ok I can come pick you up, be there in half an hour," John replied and put away his phone. "You didn't ask if she could help," Sam said. "I'd rather I explain the situation to her in person. Look Sam, she doesn't have a car so I am going to need to go pick her up. You're ok staying here right? I will be back in an hour." Sam swallowed, she didn't want to be alone right now. She wanted someone to be there to remind him she wasn't insane. Still if that was the only way\ldots "I'll be ok. Hurry back John." John grabbed his keys and walked towards the door, before he left he turned and spoke. "Don't worry Sam, this will all be over soon!" And then opened the door and left. He sounded so optimistic when he left Sam thought. He seemed to have genuine confidence that the situation would soon resolve itself. Clearly he held the other practitioners in high regard. What to do to kill an hour Sam thought. She looked over at the Nintendo. That could be fun, she thought. She sat down and reached for the controller when she saw the book resting on the table. A thought rushed to her mind. What if the comments said something about a reversal spell! It was possible right! They hadn't read all of them! Sam picked up the book and started going through it page by page, trying to see if she could find anything useful. She kept turning page after page thinking about the weird things some of these spells must do if this one was the result of something described as 'use on ungrateful lovers'. Some of the comments were pretty odd, `cast when bored', `do not use indoors', and `fun once in awhile' were some of the ones which stuck out. One was underlined, `makes target cluck like a chicken!' clearly the writer thought that was a fun spell. Sam was running out of hope when near the end of the book she found what she was looking for. `If interrupt is needed consult The Lexus Reversario'. Maybe Kristine had that book! She went into the bed room and started looking for the book. Going through the shelves it didn't appear to be there. But the books were scattered all about so she