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"Dude, I don't know why you're so opposed to this. You said you don't
even believe in it."
"Well," I started. My cousin was sitting on my bed, sprawled out, and
making himself right at home without so much as a 'thank you for letting
me invade your life.' And every summer it was the same...except for this
year.
"C'mon, what could it hurt?"
"Well if you believe this crazy story, it could hurt a lot," I said.
"Magic comes with a price. That is, if it exists."
"But you don't even believe, so let's just try it," he said.
"Fine," I said. "So how does this work?" His face lit up as I said this.
He pulled out the piece of junk he had been raving about: a small, smooth
stone. The thing was a light turquoise, with white veins running through
it. It seemed to have a glow of its own, but I blamed the weird lighting
of the room.
"Now, you grab the rock, and I'll grab the rock."
"O...kay," I said, confused. I grabbed the stone, and he closed his eyes.
"Now," he whispered. "Say your name."
"Sam," I said.
"Your full name."
"Samuel Isaac Smith," I said.
"Good," he smiled. "And I am Daniel Ray Chase, and I am the master of
this stone." The stone's glow seemed to increase.
"Then what does that make me?" I asked.
"Well, the guy I bought this off of said that the stone's power was
specifically limited to transformation. I am the master, so you are
the...transformee I guess."
"So I just gave you the power to change me into what?"
"Anything," he smiled.
"What?!" I stood up, but he only laughed.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to be turning you into anything
nasty. It's just a bit of fun, like I said before."
"Right," I said, shifting a bit. Whether I believed this craziness, I
wasn't sure. Half of me was sort of afraid what he would do with such
power, but the other half of me was just worried about getting out of
here. My summer was almost over, and this nuisance was wasting my time.
"Okay, so let's see what this can do," he said, and closed his eyes. I
felt the air go cold for a second, and then jumped as I felt something
change. I looked down, but nothing was apparently wrong. It wasn't until
I stood up that I realized what had happened. I now stood a good four to
five inches taller, and my legs were now much longer than before. I put
my arms out, and realized they too were longer. I was probably somewhere
between six three and six four.
"It worked," Dan said, jumping up and down. "It worked! It really
worked!"
"Yes, it worked," I sighed.
"Think of the possibilities," he said. And that's when he got a devilish
look on his face, and looked me up and down.
"Oh no," I said. "Whatever it is you're thinking, it can't be good."
"Just for the day," he begged.
"What? You haven't even said what-"
"You could be a girl," he blurted out. I took a step back.
"It does that?" I asked. Why I was even asking that, I don't know. My
first reaction should've been 'Heck no!', but no, of course I had to go
and be curious.
"Sure it does," he said, an evil grin appearing on his face.
"What would I do?"
"Haven't you ever wondered?" he asked. "Just one day on the other side.
No one has ever gotten the chance to do this before, and now you have the
chance. I'd take it in a heartbeat."
"You worry me, you know that," I said. "No, I am not changing into a
girl."
"C'mon, please," he said.
"What would I do?" I said. "How would we explain any of this to everyone
else? I'm not going to sit here and play with myself all day if that's
what you're asking."
"No of course not," he said. "Although, I bet you-"
"Don't go there."
"Sorry. But we could...well, my sister is going to a movie with her
friends. You could go with them."
"So, she'd be in on it?"
"Sure," he said. "And anyways, your girlfriend's going."
"Kaitlyn?" I asked. "Oh yeah, she did say she was having a girls' night
this weekend."
"Haven't you always wondered what they talk about? What they say behind
your back?"
"Fine," I said. "If you're sure you can get me in."
"Thank you so much!" he said, jumping up and down. "You're going to love
it, I promise."
It took more than I expected to get his sister to believe what the stone
could do. Apparently my height difference wasn't enough. And then it took
even more convincing for her to allow me to go with them. She said it was
sick, perverted. I told her I was just doing it to appease Dan, nothing
more. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and consented.
"I'll let you have your fun," she said. "I think this is spooky and
probably Satanic in nature, and we'll probably all end up in hell by the
end of the day, but fine. If it'll shut you up."
"Thanks Leah," Dan said, "Now, for the ceremony."
"Ceremony?" she asked.
"Just get on with it," I said. "I'm already not looking forward to
spending that day watching some chick flick with a bunch of crying
girls."
"We are going shopping beforehand," Leah said. "And we'll probably go out
for Ice Cream afterwards."
"Not helping," I said, and I clenched my eyes shat the instant I saw Dan
and his glowing rock. The air went cold, and I tensed in fear. The first
thing he changed was my hair, which instantly dropped just past my
shoulders. I could only assume it was blonde, because I was not opening
my eyes. I felt my body shift and move, and I shrank a few inches. My
face twisted and contorted. My feet, my hands, everything began to
change. Everything seemed to be shrinking just a little to fit my new
frame. And then something that I definitely did not want shrinking began
to shrink away. And then, just like that, it was gone. I felt an
emptiness in my crotch, and the cold air rushed through my now loose
jeans, and I shivered as I felt a tingle rush through my body.
And then for the one part of my body that didn't shrink. My chest felt
itchy, then bloated, and then just weird as it began to grow. I leaned
forward as the weight on my chest increased, surprised at just how heavy
they were getting.
"Stop, for the love of Pete," I heard Leah say. "Those are way too big."
"Aw, but-"
"No!" she said sternly. "I am not taking a slut to the movies."
"Fine," he said. I felt the weight on my chest decrease to a size that
was still unsettling, but definitely not unbearable. I felt a few other
changes, but fairly minor. I waited a few seconds, and then finally
opened my eyes. My cousins stared at me, Dan in awe, and Leah with a look
of approval as if I was a work of art she had just finished.
"Not bad, not bad," she said. "Not too sexy, not too shabby. All in all,
I think she's pretty cute, and I'm sure there are a lot of guys who would
agree."
"Hey!" I said, but my hand went right to my throat. My new voice was now
a high soprano. Not too high, but still a good octave above my former
voice.
"You're perfect!" Dan said. "Now, go have you're fun, and tomorrow
morning it'll all be over. I promise, I won't make you spend any more
time in that body, unless you want-"
"No thank you Dan, I think one day is good enough," I said, still getting
used to the voice that was coming out of my mouth.
"Let's get you fixed up," Leah said, stifling a laugh. "Just do
everything I tell you and everything will turn out just fine." Only now
do I realize just how wrong she was.
It took me about five minutes to get over just staring at myself in the
mirror. I was wearing my old clothes, which had been stretched to fit man
who was six five just a few minutes ago, and now were barely clinging on
to my body. My hair was blonde, as I had guessed, and most of my body
features were somewhat petite. My skin was soft and smooth, devoid of
hair in most places. I stood about five three or four, not terribly
short, but a lot shorter than I was used to. And then my boobs. Yes, they
were there all right, but they weren't huge. They were about B-Cup I
would say. I can only guess, not having experience a this sort of thing,
but they were about average. No head turners, but definitely added to my
attractiveness.
"Stop gawking, and let's get you dressed," Leah called from the bed room.
I walked out of the bathroom to find a set of clothes laid on our guest
room bed. A pink set of underwear sat out, and a few outfits to choose
from.
"Get out of those clothes, c'mon," she laughed. I shyly stepped out of
the clothes, and revealed my new body in all its glory to her.
"Could you, ah, not watch?" I asked.
"Well, you're going to need help with those, aren't you?" she nodded
towards the bed. "Especially the bra."
"Yeah, I guess," I said. She grabbed the underwear, and handed them to me
one at a time. I pulled the panties on over my crotch, and then took the
bra from her. I struggled to put it on, fitting my new breasts into the
odd looking cups.
"Here let me help you," she said. She fastened the bra behind my back,
and I felt my new assets fit snuggly into the cups. I adjusted the
straps, and scratched it a little. Then I looked that outfits she had
laid out for me.
"Now, I have one outfit here with a skirt if you're feeling especially
girly, but most of these should be just up your alley. Simply shirt and
jeans is what I thought would be nice to wear out tonight."
"That sounds good," I said. "Please don't make me wear a skirt."
"I won't," she chuckled. "The more I see you like this, the more I can't
help but think you were the victim here."
"What was I supposed to say?" I asked. "He could change me without my
consent anyways. I was scared to death that he might change me into an
animal or something."
"He wouldn't do that, I'm sure," she said. "My brother is annoying, but
not cruel."
"Yes, but it just seemed like a bad accident waiting to happen. One wrong
move and I'm stuck like...well, like this."
"Hey, it isn't that bad," she said. "I've been living like this for
almost eighteen years."
"And I haven't," I said. "Nor do I want to start now."
"Okay," she said. "Now, to pick a suitable name for you." I had scrunched
into the tight pair of jeans, and pulled the shirt on. It had somewhat
low neck, but not too low. It still felt weird having the air of the
spinning ceiling fan go across the top of my breasts, my breasts. They
were sensitive, but not overly so. Not like you read in the stories.
Well, in other stories.
"How about Sam," I said. "It still works."
"No, too easy," she said. "Besides, Samantha will be coming tonight. No
need for unnecessary confusion."
"Fine," I said. "How about Jo?"
"Stop going for the most boyish girl names you can think of," she said.
"This is the only day in your entire life that you get to experience
being female, might as well pick something somewhat girly."
"So what then?"
"Well," she said. "Do you know what you were going to be named had you
been a girl?"
"No of cour-", I started, but stopped. "Yes, I guess I do remember. Emily
Elizabeth."
"Like the girl on that kids show?" she smirked. "What was it, Clifford
the Big Red Dog?"
"The show hadn't come on yet, give me a break," I said. "But yes, I'm
sure the elementary kids wouldn't let me live that one down. Now, is
Emily fine?"
"Yes, of course its fine," she said. "Emmy for short?"
"No," I said. "Emily will do."
"Then let's go, shall we?"
I cannot express just how dull shopping is. Half the time I was checking
my phone, and nodding blankly at Leah when she found a dress or a purse.
She talked to me as if I was just another girl; at times, I believe she
genuinely forgot that I was a boy a mere hour earlier, especially when
she would ask me my opinion on a bra and panty set. Or maybe she was
asking because she knew who I was...either way, I was in an awkward
situation.
Just before one of her friends arrived, she warned me harshly not to give
anything away. No one but her was allowed to know what had happened. Not
that I wanted to be found out, but she made special care that I knew how
to act, at least enough to get by as a female for the remaining hours of
the night.
"Leah, I really have no idea how to talk like a girl," I said.
"Then it's probably best you didn't," she said.
"Talk like a girl?"
"Talk at all," she gave me a serious expression, and then turned to her
friend who had just found us in the bathing suit section of the store.
They smiled at each other, exchanged greetings, and hugged. I smiled, and
stood back awkwardly.
"And who is this?" her friend asked.
"Emily," I said, smiling, and extended a hand. She took it, and smiled
politely.
"I'm Sam," she said. The handshake seemed somewhat awkward, and not
nearly as firm as I was used to. But then again, we were both
considerably weaker than the men I was used to shaking hands with. Just
something as simple as that was so different between the sexes. Over the
next hour or so the rest of the gang showed up, but when Kaitlyn, my
girlfriend, showed up, my heart skipped a beat. I was afraid that I would
be revealed; that she would easily see under this magical ruse.
"I'm Emily," I said for the millionth time it seemed, and looked into the
eyes that had mesmerized me so many times. She smiled, and then gave me a
funny look.
"Have we met?" she asked.
"I don't believe so," I said nervously, hoping I came across as shy and
nothing more.
"Hmm," she said. "I guess you just have one of those faces." She shrugged
it off, and began to talk with the rest of the girls. And boy, did they
talk. From nails to clothes to school to boys, there wasn't subject under
the sun that these girls didn't talk about. For the most part, I just
followed them around, not saying a word, and they didn't seem to mind or
care. While I tried to listen to what they were saying, most of it was
dull to my ears, and my heart was pounding so loud I was couldn't think
of anything but concealing myself in front of these girls.
"So where do you go to school?" I flinched as I heard the first question
that was aimed at me.
"Ah...Canyon," I spoke truthfully.
"Hmm," the girl, Gina, said. "I've never seen you around."
"What I meant to say," I said, stuttering, "was that I will be going to
Canyon. I moved here over the summer."
"Oh cool," she said, seeming content. I let out a breath as she went back
to talking with the rest of the others. We walked to the movie theatre,
and I took a sigh of relief as we all took our seats in the dark room.
Many of the girls continued talking, but it was easy enough to become
invisible in the darkness. I sat there, and watched the romantic movie.
It was dull to say the least, but rub my eyes excessively throughout the
movie as to give a teary eyed appearance when it was all over. Someone
suggested Ice Cream, and every girl among us, save one, whole heartedly
agreed that Ice Cream was definitely in order.
"So how's Sam?" I heard my name, and I flinched. I made eye contact with
Leah, who gave me a reassuring look, and began laughing with the rest of
the girls.
"He's fine," Kaitlyn said.
"From the looks of it, I'd say he's more than fine," Gina said.
"Oh shut up," Kaitlyn said. "He's one of the sweetest boys I've ever me,
and such a gentleman at that. I consider myself very lucky." I smiled at
this. I knew I made an effort, but I never knew Kaitlyn thought that
highly of me.
"Don't go and put this knight up on a white stallion now," Leah said. "He
may be sweet, but my cousin can be a real jerk sometimes."
"Thanks a lot," I said out loud. The laughing stopped, and all eyes were
on me.
"What do you mean by that?" Gina asked.
"I...I just mean that..." I stammered.
"Anyways, all I meant-" Leah started.
"No, let the girl talk," Kaitlyn insisted. I stared at the girls around
me with fear like I had never known fear. What on earth was I to say? I
thought what a girl would do in this situation, but no girl had ever been
in this situation. It was then that it occurred to me, and I did what I
thought any girl would do. I rushed from the table, crying hysterically
and ran into the bathroom. I put my back against the wall and waited. I
tried to conjure up more tears, and for some odd reason they seemed to
come naturally. It even seemed like the logical thing to do after being
under so much stress.
"Emily, open up," I heard Leah's voice. I turned the lock, and Leah
slowly came in.
"Is this fake or real?" Leah said, staring at me with a mix of comfort
and confusion. I was about to blurt out fake, but I didn't. Emotions
seemed to continue to build as she stared at me.
"I-" I started. "I don't know." She hugged me tightly, and I returned her
embrace. "I don't know how to be a girl at all, and now I'm thrown in
with half a dozen girls, all talking about me, and I just- I don't-" I
trailed off.
"Shh, it's okay," she whispered. "I'm not sure how much that stone
affects you, but for a lot of girls this is completely normal."
"It is?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "Some girls are tough, but for many of us, we crack when
we don't know what to do. Guys do it to, they just don't necessarily cry
when they crack."
"Although some do," I snickered, wiping a tear from my eye.
"Yes," she said. "Some sissy boys I guess. Now, let's get you home and
back to normal. Sound good?"
"That sounds great," I said. She wiped my eyes, and we went back outside.
To my surprise, all the girls eagerly hugged me, trying to comfort me. I
accepted it, and felt more loved on by these total strangers than I did
with most of my friends or family. After we said our goodbyes, I felt a
sadness as my cousin drove us home. Not that I wanted to be a girl any
longer, but there was something that those girls had that I didn't have
with my friends, and I envied them.
"Don't look so sad," Leah said. "You'll see them soon I'm sure."
"Yeah," I said. "But they won't see me again."
We arrived home at a quarter to midnight. The house was quiet, so there
was no one to see my cousin bringing a mysterious girl inside. We said
our goodnights, and I went to my room, and locked the door. Earlier I
would've quickly gotten into bed to explore my new body, but now I felt
so sad that I didn't feel aroused in the slightest, and I didn't feel
like it. I simply slipped out of my jeans and shirt, and fell asleep in
my cousin's underwear, curled up under the covers, with the fan blowing
full blast.
I woke up in the morning, and stretched as the sun streamed into my
window. I got up, and fell off the bed when I saw what I was wearing.
Everything began to come back to me, and I realized that this was not a
dream. I sighed, and got up. I was going to find Dan and get him to
change me back right away. I threw on Leah's clothes again, and ran out
of my room, and rushed down the stairs.
"Dan, where are-" I stopped. In the living room I saw my parents, Leah,
and several other relatives were sitting in the living room. Some were
crying, others with a look of fear on their faces. My mom was on the
phone talking frantically.
"Who is this?" My father said, but Leah rushed to my side.
"This is a...friend of mine," she said, taking my hand.
"What the hell is going on here?" I said as Leah sat me down on the
couch.
"Emily," Leah said, grasping my hand in both of hers and bringing it to
her lips. She was holding back tears, I could tell, but I was still
utterly confused as to the situation.
"Leah, please," I whispered. "I would like to go back to be-"
"Dan's dead," she said, staring me in the eye. My mouth dropped open, and
my heart dropped. "Car accident," she said. "Dad's in the E.R., but Dan
didn't have his seatbelt on."
"Oh my-" I didn't get the words out. All thought of turning back, all
thoughts of the past day left. My cousin was dead. My annoying, bratty,
but lovable little cousin was gone. Just like that. I put my hand on my
still unfamiliar chest, and leaned back on the couch, still taking it in.
And then, just like anyone else would, I burst into tears.
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