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Just Pretending By Varian Milagro In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn't the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my 'friends' showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my Mom had given me a quick 'Happy Birthday' in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My Dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there. I didn't get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We'd always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn't even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she'd met at college. He had a nice job out east and that's where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I'd get to see her a few more times before she went back east again. No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn't need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn't believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer. I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn't hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn't do that much better at soccer, but my Dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I'd always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it. I had talked Seth into playing soccer a few years back. Unlike me he was a natural; he took to it like a fish to water. He had this ability to see the whole field and had a sixth sense on where someone was going to be. He probably could be playing for a college team, but he had an aversion to coaches. So, we found ourselves playing for a local co-ed league. It wasn't highly competitive and most people were there to make friends and get some exercise. It still didn't stop some of the guys from riding me when I made an especially bad play. They probably would have asked that I not come back, but Seth had made it clear early on that we were a package. If I quit playing then so would he and he was the best player on the team. So, they suffered me mostly in silence, but it still bothered me a lot. I felt like such a disappointment to my teammates and my father. I was better at school thankfully. I wasn't the best student, but I could get A's if I tried really hard. Seth and I were both working on two year degrees before making the big leap to a four year school. Seth wanted to get into Computer Science at the University of Washington. I was unsure what I wanted to do ultimately, but I knew I wanted a four year degree of some kind. So, right now I was just working on an Associates of Arts degree. We both had the same Calculus class and English. But I had Humanities where Seth had a programming class and Spanish where he had computer science. Another thing Seth and I shared was our total lack of girlfriends. We'd just never had any luck in that department. It seemed like any girl we liked always had a boyfriend or wanted to be 'friends' Seth and I had just pulled up to the soccer field about 15 minutes before the night's game. After a lame day of feeling sorry for myself I wasn't sure I could take the groans when I made a bad play, but it was too late now. Seth had driven so I was stuck till the end of the game; might as well get some exercise. "Hang on for a moment Keith," Seth said. He reached into the back seat of his car and brought forth a small box. He opened it and inside was a cupcake with a single, rather ornate candle. "Happy birthday buddy. You didn't really think I forgot, did you?" "The thought had crossed my mind," I replied. Seth handed the cup cake to me and grabbed a book of matches from the dashboard. "Okay, so make a wish and make it a good one, but you have to say it out loud. This is a real wishing candle and the wish won't work unless you say it out loud." Seth lit the candle. "Real huh, Well, what I wish is that the team valued me, that they would be happy to see me when I show up, that I would make a real difference to the outcome of a game for once." I blew out the candle. "Wow, you could wish for anything and you want to be better at soccer? How about wishing for some money dude? Or a girlfriend at least; what a waste," he chided. We exited the car and grabbed out gear. As I sat on the car's seat with the door open to change into my cleats I let out a groan as a terrible cramp hit my abdomen. It began to get worse. I cried out in pain as it moved from my middle and radiated throughout my body. I then had an intense Charlie horse in the muscles of my arms and legs. My hands and feet felt like they were being crushed. My face felt like I'd just got sucker punched. "Are you all right Keith?" Seth said. He had come around the car and was standing next to me. He had a hand on my back. I was still doubled over. It hit my crotch next; it was like getting kicked in the nuts. I thought I was going to vomit. "Holy shit, what's happening to you?" Seth said in a panicked voice. "Your hair, it's growing. Jesus what's going on?" Seth was no longer touching me and had stepped away from me. Just as the pain began to subside from my face and extremities, I started to feel a tightness on my chest. My pecs were pushing against the material of my shirt. No it wasn't my t-shirt; it was a garmet under my t-shirt. When the cramps in my abdomen began to fade I opened my eyes to see a curtain of hair in front of my eyes. I looked up and pulled my hair away from my face to see a very bewildered Seth stairing at me, mouth agape. "My god, you're a girl," he said bewilderedly. "You just turned into a fucking girl right in front of me." Seth seemed to gather his senses and stepped toward me and reached out a comforting hand, but stopped just shy of touching me. "Are you all right? Holy shit!" I looked at Seth for a moment and then looked down at myself. My hair fell in front of my eyes again. I pulled back my hair and looked over my body. There was more to my chest. There were two distinct mounds where there had been nothing moments before; they looked a lot like breasts. My bare legs were much skinnier than before. My cleats were smaller. My hands were pretty small now as well. "Keith, say something. Are you okay? Please talk to me," pleaded Seth. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I began. My voice was strange to my ears, much higher, much softer. "That candle was supposed to grant you a wish, not turn you into a chick." "I need to go to the bathroom," I said. I stood and noticed that I was a lot shorter than Seth now. "Are you a girl everywhere?" "I think so, but that is what I intend to find out." I did not relish the idea of groping myself in front of Seth. I headed toward the bathroom and nearly walked into the Men's room. While I had not been able to fully ascertain my current state I figured, based on the weight on my chest and Seth's reaction, the ladies room was the way to go. The bathroom was empty, which was a blessing. I went straight to one of the 'mirrors'. Being a public park restroom the mirror was brushed aluminum and not glass so it wasn't the best. What I did see was a fairly attractive brunette with hair past her shoulders. I put a hand to my crotch and confirmed that I was indeed female. While I'd never touched a pussy before, I knew enough from the internet to know that I now possessed one. I reached up and felt my breasts and learned that they were currently confined by a sports bra. I started to peek, but then I heard female voices approaching and decided to finish my inspection later. "Yes! It's Kaylee!" Shouted Julie as she rounded the corner into the bathroom and took sight of me. She was with Lauren and they both were on my soccer team. "I'm going to tell the team we can play tonight." Julie turned and sprinted out of the bathroom. "I'm so happy to see you Kaylee," said Lauren with a big smile on her face. "Ruth and Wendy couldn't make it tonight. We thought that we were going to have to forfeit, but now that you're here we can play." Being a co-ed team we had to field at least five girls each game or we had to forfeit. We only had six girls total on the team and if two of them were out that week we weren't allowed to play. "Great. Glad I can help. I will see you out there." As I left the restroom I remembered my wish; I'd wished to be valued by my team. My intention was to be a better soccer player like Seth, but apparently that is not what they valued most tonight. It's pretty hard for a team to win a game when they aren't even allowed on the field. I got my wish, but hardly the way I had expected. I made it back to the car and Seth was back in sneakers. "Let's get out of here. We can go to the store where I bought the candle and get you back into being a guy." "No, I want to play," I replied. "You can't be serious," he said. "There are only four girls tonight. If we leave we'll have to forfeit." "It's only a game, Keith" "I know, but the team is counting on me." I grabbed my sports bag and started toward the field. "Oh, and apparently my name is Kaylee now." The rest of the team was just as happy to see me as Julie and Lauren had been. It felt pretty nice to be wanted for a change; I wished I could be male and get the same reception. We ended up winning the game by one goal, scored by Seth of course. My soccer skills had not improved appreciably with the change to my gender; if anything I played worse than normal. I was so distracted by the shifting weight on my chest and running with my new shape was awkward, to say the least. My hair constantly flailing in front of my eyes was also very distracting. I found myself holding my hair with one hand while trying in vain to dribble the ball. After about 15 minutes of this Lauren ran up to me. "Here, let me help." She gathered up my hair and then slid a rubber band off her wrist and created a quick pony tail, very similar to her own. "I always keep a couple spares on me just in case," she said, giving me a quick smile. "Thanks," I replied. I found that the guys on the team were a lot nicer to me now. Instead of groaning when I screwed up a play they would say "Good try" or "Good effort". When I did something halfway competent they cheered like I'd just scored a goal. I knew it was because I had boobs now, I was always much nicer to women than men, but I have to admit it still felt pretty nice. After the game Seth and I headed to the car. "So, where the hell did you get that candle?" My higher voice was still strange to my ears. "There was a new store in the mall, called 'Spells R Us'. A guy in a bathrobe said it was guaranteed to grant one wish." Seth unlocked the passenger car door and opened the door for me. "I'm sure he can fix this." "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I glared at Seth. "What?" Seth looked puzzled. "I don't need you opening doors for me. I may be female now, but I'm still Keith inside. Please treat me like you always have. Go it?" "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it," Seth replied, sheepishly. While changing back into my sneakers I found a purse on the floor of the passenger seat. In addition to some makeup items, my crappy cell phone, my house keys and a white cylindrical tube whose purpose I didn't want to contemplate at the moment, I found my new driver's license. The photo resembled the face I'd seen in the restroom mirror, the name was 'Kaylee Anderson', height 5'6" and gender a capital 'F'. My birth date and address were still the same. I'd lost three inches along with my penis which made me four inches shorter than Seth now. We drove by the mall on the way home, but it was closed. We checked the hours and it would not open again until 11am tomorrow. Not knowing what else to do, Seth drove me home. "We can go to the mall tomorrow after our English class. I'm sure the guy I bought the candle from can get you back to normal," Seth said while we were parked outside of my house. "You'd better hope so, otherwise I am going to kick your ass," I replied as I grabbed my purse and sports bag. I opened the door, but then hesitated before leaving the car. "Can you come inside with me?" "Sure, what's up?" He asked. "I'm suddenly really nervous. What if they don't recognize me?" "I think they will, everyone on the team seemed to know you as Kaylee now, your family probably will too." "But why do you know that I was Keith before?" Seth furrowed his brow in thought. "I don't know, maybe because I was there and saw it happen?" Seth shrugged. "Well, let's go in and see whats up. If it's too weird you can stay at my place tonight." "Thanks, I appreciate that," I said. We left the car and headed into the house. We found my parents in the family room watching TV in their usual seats. My Mom stood as soon as she noticed us. "Hello angel, have you had a happy birthday so far?" My Mom asked as she walked over to us. My Dad was following her. She gave me a quick hug and then turned to Seth. "How are you Seth?" "Fine, Mrs. Anderson," Seth replied. "Happy Birthday pumpkin," My Dad said as he pulled me into a hug; my head barely made it to his shoulder now. I stood on tippy-toes and kissed his cheek. I found the smell of his old spice and scratchy whiskers oddly comforting. I didn't normally kiss my dad, so I wasn't entirely sure why I did just now, but it felt right. It felt right being held by him too. My father had never been very affectionate with me before. Being held in his arms was a new experience I could get used to. My Dad released me from the hug, but still had an arm around my shoulders. I leaned against him as he greeted Seth. "How have you been Seth?" "Good Mr. Anderson," replied Seth. "How was the game, did you win?" "Yes sir, we won by one goal." "Are you hungry Kaylee, I can heat up some lasange. Would you like some Seth?" asked my Mom. "Seth scored the winning goal Dad," I said. "Good job son. You're quite the Pele aren't you?" "I don't know about that sir," Seth said to my Dad. He turned to my Mom. "I can't stay Mrs. Anderson, but thank you anyway." Seth turned to me. "I'll pick you at 8am tomorrow, Kaylee." "Yeah, see you tomorrow, thanks for the ride." "Thank you for bringing Kaylee home safe Seth," My Mom said. "So, are you up for some lasagna Kaylee? You have to be hungry." "I am, but I want to shower first, okay?" "Sure thing, after dinner your father and I have a little surprise for you," My Mom said. I headed upstairs to my room. So far besides my Dad hugging me, my family and house seemed fairly normal; I wondered how my room would look. The addition of a purse and sports bra suggested that my room probably now contained a whole host of feminine items. I paused at the door, took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. I dreaded seeing the results my wish had made to my sanctuary. I also dreaded undressing. Sure, I would finally get to see real live breasts and a pussy, but now that they were attached to my body I found the idea much less appealing. I entered my room and found my fears were justified; it was a definite girl's room now. I recognized my text books and laptop on a white desk in the corner of the room. My bed was still a double, but now it had a floral comforter and a large collection of stuffed animals on it. On the walls were some posters of soccer players, but instead of action shots, the players were posing without shirts. My Avengers movie poster was now a giant head shot of Chris Hemsworth, which appeared to be signed. The furniture in my room now appeared to be a set and complemented the yellow with white trim on the walls. The set consisted of the desk, a dresser, bookcase and a vanity which sported a large mirror. There was another larger standing mirror on the opposite wall. I examined the contents of the bookcase and it still held all of my graphic novels and most of my sci-fi/fantasy novels, but I noticed a few paranormal romance books which hadn't been there this morning. I hoped I wasn't a Twihard now. Gone were my action figures and in their place were a whole set of bobble heads. It looked like I had complete sets of Walking Dead, Avengers and Game of Thrones. Besides the posters my walls also now contained a bunch of pictures of my new self with my family and some with Seth. The room was extremely tidy; it looked like it had just been cleaned. I'm not sure when I'd last cleaned my former room. On the vanity sat a large collection of brushes, cosmetics and jewelry. Missing from the room, besides the normal mess, was my X-box and most of my comic book collection. I stood in front of the standing mirror to get a better look at myself. Between the mirror made of actual glass and decent lighting I now had a much better look at my new face. I found I looked a lot like a cross between my older sister and my Mom, both of whom were also brunettes. This was good news as both were pretty attractive women. My Mom was in her early 50s, but could probably pass for a decade younger. Jenny had model looks. I'd definitely taken after my dad in the looks department before and while good at sports, handsome was not his strong suit. One thing I didn't inherit from my Dad was stature, not as Keith or Kaylee. My Dad towered over the rest of the family at 6'2". I lifted a diminutive hand to my face and felt my puffier lips, my dainty nose and prominent cheekbones. I was definitely pretty, not a knock out, but pretty. I would have given myself a solid seven if I had seen myself on the street yesterday. I could live with a seven. If I was going to be female for any length of time, I wanted to at least be somewhat good looking. I noticed that I was wearing makeup. Not a lot, but there was definite eye liner around my eyes. My nails were fairly short for a girl and without polish. I looked down and figured it was time to check out my new rack. I pulled off my shirt, and then decided to go down to just underwear. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks. I stood and removed my shorts and then looked at myself in the mirror. I turned from side to side and checked out my new figure. I was in pretty decent shape before and this translated to a nice tight feminine body. My waist was slim and my tush was pretty shaply, probably from all the soccer. I grabbed the bottom of my sports bra, closed my eyes and then pulled it over my head. First thing I noticed was the weight of my new breasts, without the support of the sports bra I could feel their full weight as gravity did its thing. I opened my eyes and just stared at my new breasts; they were really nice. They weren't huge or even what I would have called large, but they fit my body really well. I turned to my side and gazed at them standing tall and jutting from my body; how I wished I'd seen this when I still had a cock. I lifted a hand and tentatively touched my left breast; it felt even more wonderful than it looked. The soft supple flesh of my breast yielded easily to my caress. My other hand went to my right breast and soon my nipples began to tingle and tighten. I looked down to see my hardened nipples standing tall in the center on my wide areolas. I would have continued, but was startled by a warm dampness in my panties; my reflection betrayed my embarrassment. I removed my hands and stepped away from the mirror. The feeling between my legs quickly reminded me of my situation and the fact that my parents were waiting for me down stairs. I wrapped myself in a robe I found outside my closet door and headed to the hall bathroom. My new boobs swayed and bounced with each step I took. The bathroom had not been spared changes by my wish. The first thing that stood out was the shower curtain, which before had been a plain dark blue and was now covered in daisies. The counter was laden with lotions and creams; in the bath was a wide variety of shampoos and conditioners as well as a pink razor. I checked my legs and they could do with a shave. The hair was much softer and much lighter in color than it had been yesterday. Under the bathroom sink I found a bunch of feminine hygiene products. Seeing these only heighted my desire to have my cock back as soon as possible. I tried to stick to business as much as possible while showering. I did wash my breasts, but did not linger. The feeling my new vagina had made earlier still stuck with me. If someone asked me yesterday what I would do if I'd been suddenly turned into a girl, I'd have answered that I would spend all day playing with my tits and pussy, but now that I actually had them I found I was too embarrassed, even a little fearful, to touch them. The sensation of my pussy getting wet was scarily feminine and so unlike my dick when it had gotten hard. I wasn't ready to masturbate yet, nor even touch the thing. Hopefully it wasn't something I would have to live with much longer. Seth and I would go to the store tomorrow afternoon and I would be a guy again. After the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel as best I could and dried myself off. Once back in my bedroom I looked through my closet and found the boxes containing my comics and a lot of unfamiliar clothes. There were a couple dresses and skirts, but mostly jeans and leggings and tights in a wide array of colors. My shoe collection had increased exponentially. There were some boots, several different pairs of Vans and some sandals. The sandals had a small heel, but other than that the shoes looked pretty manageable. No towering high heels or anything. It looked like I tended to be feminine in my dress, but I wasn't an all out girly-girl or some fashionista. I didn't know what I would do about makeup tomorrow, but it looked like jeans, sneakers and a decent top and it would be business as usual as far as anyone else was concerned. I figured it would be best to try to stay in character as much as possible until I could change back. No sense arousing too much drama or weird questions. I sat at my vanity and started working a comb through my wet hair. It fought me at first, but eventually it started to behave and look somewhat presentable. It was still fairly damp, but was at least under control. I found a pair of cotton panties and slid them up my legs. I skipped a regular bra and grabbed another sports bra. I wanted something simple tonight. I covered the bra with a t-shirt, pulled on a pair of purple sweats, slipped my feet into a pair of bunny slippers I'd found in the closet and headed downstairs to dinner. After dinner, which consisted salad, Lasagne and garlic bread while watching TV with my parents, my Mom brought out a small cake with 19 candles lit and glowing brightly. They sang 'Happy Birthday' while I sat there slightly embarrassed. "Make a wish pumpkin," my Dad said. "I think I've made one too many of those today," I mumbled. I wished silently to be male again and blew out the candles. I stood still for a moment, in hopeful anticipation, but these were ordinary candles apparently. "We have a present for you," said my dad. He handed me a nicely wrapped rectangular box about six inches long that was strangely heavy for its size. "This is not only for your birthday, but also for getting such excellent grades last quarter. We are very proud of you." I tore at the wrapper to reveal a brand new iPhone. "Oh my god!" I squealed. "Thank you Dad," I threw my arms around him. I turned to my Mom and hugged her too. "Thank you Mom. This is so awesome." "We will pay the monthly charges as long as you keep your grades up," said my Mom. "I will, count on that. This is so great; you've really made this a great birthday after all." Besides being turned into a girl earlier in the evening I meant it. It hadn't been that bad of a night, all things considered. My team actually wanted me around, my Dad wasn't afraid to hug me and now I had a brand new iPhone. Plus I could play with a pair of tits later tonight if I felt like it, not too shabby. Instead of studying that night I spent a bunch of time setting up my iPhone and downloading a bunch of apps. I still went to bed early, knowing that I would have to tackle clothes and makeup in the morning. While I normally just slept in boxers, I decided to wear the sports bra as well; the less jiggling and bobbing while I slept the better. In the morning I wasn't sure where I was; my bedroom was still rather foreign to me. After a few moments it all came back to me and I arose and found a white bra and panty set in my dresser. The panties were fairly easy to don, but I struggled with the bra. I was close to giving up when I finally managed to get the back clasped together. I decided to skip makeup altogether, hopefully no one would make a big deal out of it. I knew girls who went without and no one seemed to care that much. I thought about asking my Mom to help me, but at 19 I was probably too old to be asking how to put on makeup. I found a Thor t-shirt in my dresser and added to this a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of Vans. As I brushed my hair I decided to put it in a pony tail. I found a bunch of scrunchies in one of the drawers in the vanity. I grabbed my purse; put my books and laptop in a book bag I found near my desk and checked myself in the mirror on the way out the door. I looked rather plain without jewelry or makeup, but the lower I registered on everyone's radar today the better with me. Seth showed up promptly at eight according to my new iPhone. "You look really nice today Kaylee," Seth said as I entered his car. "Or should I call you Keith?" "You should probably call me Kaylee otherwise you might accidently call me Keith at the wrong time." I thought for a moment. "Thank you for the compliment, but stop it. You never said I looked nice before, so don't start doing it now." "Okay, but you didn't fill out a Thor t-shirt like that before," Seth said, smiling. He lost the smile when he saw my glare. Classes took forever. When English finally ended I grabbed Seth by the arm and headed to the car. While my foray into femininity had not been as traumatic as I would have thought, I still wanted my old apparatus back as soon as possible. Within 30 minutes we were at the mall and headed to the 'Spells R Us' store. When we arrived at the Victoria's secret and Starbucks, the place where Seth had said the store was located, but it wasn't there. It wasn't like the store had just vacated there wasn't a space between the two stores. "Are you sure this is where it was located?" I asked. "Definatly, I'd gone into the Starbucks right after buying the candle. I swear it was here two days ago, you have to believe me." "I believe you. I've seen enough magic in the last 24 hours to know that it's real now. Let's look around the mall and see if it just moved." We spent the next hour searching and re-searching the entire mall, but the store was not here. We looked at the mall directory and even asked at the Info counter. Well, Seth asked. I made him since this was mostly his fault. "I'm so sorry Kaylee I don't know what to do now," Seth said, looking very apologetic. "Nothing to do. Let's grab some lunch and head back to our next class. Perhaps we'll think of something on the way." We didn't talk much during lunch or on the way back to school. I imagined that Seth was feeling guilty and I was too preoccupied with the fear that this change might now be permanent. My thoughts went back to the feminine hygiene products I'd found. If I stayed female I was eventually going to have a period and I had no clue what to do with some of the feminine hygiene products I'd spied. I did not have the slightest idea how I would clean my vagina and I didn't really want to know. After our last class of the day Seth dropped me off at my house and said that he was going to do some research on the internet to see if he could learn anything about the store. I exited the car and headed into the house. I was greeted by my Mom as I approached the kitchen. "Hello Kaylee, how was school?" She asked without turning from whatever had her busy. "Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich." "No, I'm not hungry," I replied. "Dinner will be around six, angel." "Great, I'm going to my room to study," I said as I headed toward the stairs. My room felt a bit more familiar today and I really appreciated that it was clean. I would have to make sure I kept it that way. I hung my purse on the inside door knob of my door and then sat at my desk and began to study. I found myself wishing I'd spent a little less time playing with my new phone last night and put in some study time. I was taking a full load and each of my classes required quite a bit of work each night to keep up. I had my work cut out for me tonight. I had a couple hours before dinner which would not give me enough time to finish it all, but I should be able to take a big bite out of it. After an hour or so I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I grabbed my phone from my purse; it was Seth. "Hey Seth, what's up? Have you started on calculus yet?" I asked. "No, I've been searching online for info on that store," he replied. "Did you find anything?" "Yes and no. I found all sorts of references to Spells R Us, but they were all fiction stories." "Fiction, what do you mean?" "Made up stories online" he said. "I read some of them and they all seem to be about guys turning into women." "Are you telling me that you bought the candle from a fictitious store? I don't know how to process what you're saying. Is the store real or not?" I asked. "It's real, I was there I talked to the wizard. It was just like in the stories he knew my name, he knew what I was looking for and he was wearing a flipping bathrobe." "So, where does that leave us? Did the stories tell you how to find it again?" I asked. "Kind of, some of them mentioned that the store had a habit of disappearing. It does seem that it's usually in malls though. I think we should start hitting all the malls. Start with the close ones and then keep looking until we find it." "I hope that works," I replied. "Hey, are we still on for the comic convention this weekend?" "Crap, I totally forgot about that. I guess, wait ... my costume...I have to check my costume." I put the phone on speaker and laid it on my bed. I rushed over to my closet and dug through it looking for my Green Goblin costume. I passed the costume several times before I finally found it, looking for something green, I passed the black cat suit multiple times. It was the white wig that finally tipped me off. "Shit. I can't go in this," I groaned. "What is it, do you still have it?" Seth asked from the phone on my bed. I pulled the costume out of the closet and looked at it closely and carried it with me and sat on the bed. "I'm not dressing in this; it would be way too embarrassing." "What's wrong?" Seth asked. "It's a flipping Black Cat costume," I replied. "Well, that would go well with my Spidey costume," Seth replied. "You know what Black Cat's costume looks like, it is skin tight, and shows lots of cleavage. No thank you." "Come one man. We've been planning this for most of the year. Don't back out on me." "That's really easy for you to say, you're not the one who suddenly grew breasts last night. It's bad enough that I have them hanging off my chest I don't want to show them off to everyone." "Okay point taken, we don't have to go in costume if you don't want, but will you still go? Half the cast of Walking Dead is going to be there. Please say yes." "Yeah, I'll still go," I said. There was a knock on my door which was halfway open. I looked up and there was my sister Jenny at door. "Hey Kaylee," she said. "Oh my god! Jenny's here, I got to go," I told Seth. "See you tomorrow," Seth said. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said as she entered my room. "Jenny! I'm so happy to see you." I jumped up and rushed and gave her a hug. She was now a couple inches taller than me. "Is everything all right?" She asked. "Yeah, it's fine," I lied. "Are you sure, I didn't mean to eaves drop, but it sounded like there was a problem," she said. "Yeah, you could say that." "What's going on?" She asked. "It's just this costume. It's pretty revealing and I guess I'm not ready to wear it." "Mom said you've been looking forward to this convention for months. She said you and Seth even bought costumes that went together." "Yeah, I guess we did, but I changed my mind okay?" I was getting uncomfortable. "You said something else to Seth. You said you grew breasts last night, what did you mean by that?" She asked. I was at a loss for a reply. I'd always been pretty close to Jenny; she was the one I could talk to when I was annoyed with Seth or my parents. She never judged me and was always a good listener. I found myself very tempted to confide in her. I doubted she would believe me, but I was frightened of facing a future of makeup, bras and unfamiliar body parts without someone who had a clue about these things, someone who could guide me. "I have something to tell you and you probably aren't going to believe me," I said as I closed the bedroom door. "I'll believe you Kaylee, you've never been a liar," she responded with a slight frown. I sat on the bed "Well, first my name isn't Kaylee, it's Keith, and I'm your brother, not your sister. I turned into Kaylee Monday night." "Okay, you were right, I don't believe you." "I didn't think you would and I wouldn't have told you, but we can't find the store and now it looks like I might be stuck like this for who knows how long and I don't know how to be a girl." "When I asked you what was wrong this was probably the last thing I expected you to say." She sat on the bed next to me and put her hand on my leg. "What's going on Kaylee? Is it something with school or Mom and Dad?" "No, it's not school or our parents." I looked up at her, beginning to feel frustrated. "I'm telling you the truth, Seth bought a birthday candle at a magic store and I made a stupid wish and then I changed into a girl and now everyone thinks I was always a girl. Seth is the only one who remembers who I used to be. We went back to the store, but it's not there anymore. Seth thinks we might be able to find it at another mall, but I'm not so sure. I may be like this for a long time now and I don't know how to be a girl; I don't have any memory of being female before yesterday." "Are you saying you don't remember that you're my Maid of Honor?" Jenny looked pissed. "I'm sorry, really I am. Please don't be mad at me. Of course I'll be your Maid of Honor, but I don't know how; I don't know anything about being a girl. I don't know how to put on makeup, what to wear, how to shave my legs, what to do with my hair, what to do if I get a period. I can barely even put on a flipping bra." My vision began to blur. "I don't know what I'm going to do, I need help and Seth knows less about being a girl than I do. Please help me Jenny, you don't have to believe me, but please say you'll help me." Warm tears streamed down my face. "Oh Kaylee, you poor thing, of course I'll help you." Jenny pulled me into a hug, my head resting on her chest. "I can help you with all those things, anything you need." I pulled back and looked at her. "So, you believe me?" I asked hopefully while wiping at my wet face. "No, I don't believe you were a boy, but I will play this game with you. I can help you with your makeup tomorrow and help you pick out some clothes. If you're willing I'll even help you with that costume as well. It'll be fun. It'll be like when you were in middle school." "Please don't tell anyone what I told you, okay? I don't want to freak out Mom or Dad." "Okay, I won't; you have my word. It'll be our secret." She crossed her heart with her finger. "Thank you so much Jenny. You're the best sister," I said. "You're a pretty swell sister too, even if you want to believe you used to be my brother." She ruffled my hair and gave me a smile. "After dinner why don't we check out your costume and we can go through your clothes to see what you can wear tomorrow." "Okay, how long are you staying?" I asked. "I'm staying here for the next few weeks. Zack had to stay and work so I'm staying in my old room until the wedding. I asked Mom not to tell you I was coming. I was supposed to be here yesterday and wanted to surprise you for your birthday, but then my flight got delayed." She stood up. "Hey, I need to make a couple calls before dinner," she said as she headed to the door; she stopped and turned toward me. "You look really great Kaylee, I missed you a lot." "I missed you too." We hugged again before Jenny left my room. I hung the costume up and got back to my studies. After dinner I made my sister wait outside my bedroom while I tried on the costume, she wanted to help me, but dealing with my new female body was embarrassing enough alone. I wasn't prepared to share the experience with anyone else even if she had 'seen it all before'. I stripped to bra and panties and took a couple deep breaths. I reassured myself that if I didn't feel comfortable after donning the costume I could just tell Jenny that I'd changed my mind and that she couldn't see it after all. The costume consisted of several different pieces; a long white wig, a black double diamond shaped eye mask, long black opera gloves, a shiny, black faux leather top with a plunging neck line trimmed in white fur, matching leggings and high heeled boots also with white trim. I struggled into the costume; it was very tight and hugged every inch of my body. I left the boots where I'd found them. After trying to get the wig to look right, and failing, I decided to call for my sister. She wore a shit eating grin as she entered my room. "Stop smiling, this isn't funny," I said. "Sorry, but you look so grown up in that costume. Nobody is going to think you were a boy wearing that getup," she replied. "You aren't making this any easier." "You really look good in it; you have the figure and the boobs to pull it off." I looked at myself in the mirror. "I don't think so, most of the women I've seen wearing the Black Cat costume have a lot more cleavage than this." "You're doing just fine in the boob department, trust me. You just need the right bra and you'll be giving every guy there a case of whiplash. Here I'll show you." Jenny reached around me, placed her hands on the sides of both my breasts and pushed in and up. "Something like that." At first I was horrified that my sister was copping a feel, but when I looked back at my reflection I could see her point. I now had the cleavage that would do the costume justice. "That does look better, but I don't know if I want everyone staring at me." "You've been to a lot of these comic things before. Didn't you ever wonder what it felt like to be the one that everyone was ogling over? The girl that made all the boys drool and all the girls jealous?" Jenny removed her hands. I was a bit disappointed when my breasts went back to looking normal. "The girls in costume always do seem to get a lot more attention than the guys do at these things," I admitted. "Exactly, so it will be a good time to flaunt yourself a little. If you go back to being a boy it will be an experience you won't get a chance at again and if not it will help build your confidence in your beauty." "I'm not sure I need confidence in beauty," I said. "Of course you do. Every woman does," she replied. "Perhaps, but I'll have to do something else for shoes, I can't walk in those boots," I said motioning to the matching boots sitting just outside of my closet. "Nonsense, I can have you walking fine in those in plenty of time. What are those, a three inch heel?" She asked. "Tomorrow night I will give you a couple lessons. It's not as hard as it looks if you follow a few rules and do a little practice." "All right, you've mostly convinced me. I should get back to studying; I have a test coming up." I pulled off the wig. "Thanks I feel a lot better now." "Anytime Kaylee, but before you start studying let's go through your closet and see what we have to work with." Jenny walked over to my closet and rifled through the clothes. "You have a lot of cute blouses, is there a certain look you would like to go after?" "I really don't know," I replied. "I guess I want to look like a normal college girl, but nothing revealing or too flashy. I want to blend in." "Hmm, the Kaylee I remember leaned toward the girl next door look, but with some flair. How does that sound?" "Okay, how do we do that?" I asked. "The pony tail works well or even hair down would look nice; you've got cute bangs. You got such great skin you could almost go without makeup, but a little eyeliner and some mascara will make your eyes standout." Jenny pulled out a long baby blue sweater. "Add some skinny jeans to this and a pair of sandals and you'll look adorable." Jenny seemed to suddenly remember something. "I forgot something, I'll be right back." She handed me the sweater and left the room. A minute later she was back holding a small box tied with a yellow ribbon. "Happy birthday! I'm sorry it's late." "You didn't have to get me anything," I said. The box contained a small silver butterfly with wings made from tiny yellow gemstones and hanging from a delicate, silver chain. "Jenny this looks amazing and expensive." "I thought it would look nice on you." "It will, I'll wear it tomorrow with the clothes you picked out." I gave Jenny a hug. "Thank you for this and for your help. I feel so much better than I did before dinner." Jenny gave me a few other pointers on womanhood before I went back to studying. It took enough time that I wasn't able to fully catch up on my studies, but at least now I wouldn't totally stress out every time I had to pee. Wednesday morning Jenny showed me the proper way to hook a bra. Baring my chest in front of her embarrassed me to no end, but she said that if she was going to teach me how to be a girl I'd better get over it quick. She also helped me with my makeup and hair and even picked out some bracelets and earrings which she thought went well with the butterfly necklace. I liked the result. The sweater fell to the top of my thighs and almost looked like a short dress. I'd seen girls at school wearing sweaters like this and I always appreciated the way it made them look; it was a vast improvement over yesterday. Seth texted me a few minutes later letting me know he'd arrived. I hugged Jenny goodbye, grabbed my purse and book bag and headed outside. When I entered the car, Seth gave me an approving look, but did not say anything, not even a 'Hello'. "Oh go on and say it," I said. After all the work Jenny and I'd done this morning I found I wanted to hear him say it. "You look really nice Kaylee," Seth replied. "You looked nice yesterday, but you look really nice today." "Thank you, Jenny helped me." I couldn't help smiling. Seth's comment made me feel pretty good, even better than I thought it would. "I told her about the wish and now she is going to help me with makeup and stuff." "You actually told her?" Seth asked, looking a little shocked. "Did she believe you?" "No, but she's going to help me anyway and she won't tell anyone else, she's also helping me with the costume, so I'm going to wear the Black Cat costume on Saturday." "Sweet," Seth said as he pumped his arm in victory. "Well, hopefully we'll find that store before Saturday, but if we don't it'll be awesome going as Black Cat and Spiderman." "Yeah, well my vote is for finding the store," I replied. Seth and I were back to talking like our normal selves. We joked around and had our normal arguments like whether the Hulk could take Thor or who was faster, the Flash or Superman. Conversationally it was like nothing had changed, we were still best friends. I did catch him looking at my breasts a few times, but if he'd suddenly grown a pair of tits I'd have checked him out as well. After school Seth and I drove by a couple malls that were nearby, but neither had the store we desired. We got back to my place just in time for dinner. After dinner Jenny met me in my room and had me try on the Black Cat boots. "The trick to walking in heels is, first and foremost, walking with confidence," She began. "Trust yourself and don't over think it. Start walking across the room and remember walk heel to toe." I stood and wobbled a little and tentatively walked across the room with my arms held out from my body for balance. "Okay, not too bad. This time stand a little taller, head up, shoulders back. Bend the knees slightly too." I think I did a bit better this time, it did feel a little more natural this time. Judging from my sister's face as I turned and headed back to her, I still needed more work. "This time don't look at your feet. Look ahead and keep your arms down if you can. Also, imagine there is a line on the ground and put each foot on the line as you walk so each foot lands just in front of the other. Also, you do not need to take big steps, take small ones at first and as you get more comfortable you can take longer strides." I tried to follow all of Jenny's advice when I did the walk. When I turned this time she was smiling. "Great job, now wear those whenever you're at home for the rest of the week and you'll not only get more comfortable walking in them, but it'll help break them in, something you'll be thankful for on Saturday when you wear them all day. You should walk in them outside a little too; it will scuff the bottoms so they won't be too slippery." "Thanks Jenny," I said. "Oh, I have something else for you," she said as she jumped off the bed and raced out of the room. When she returned she was holding a small Victoria's Secret bag. "I picked this up for you." She handed me the bag. I opened the bag and pulled out a bra of a type I'd never seen before; it had the cups of a bra, but lacked straps and was made out of a rubbery material. I just stared at her. "This is a silicon demi bra that adheres to your breasts and will give you the cleavage we are looking for," she informed me. I pulled her into a hug. "Thanks, you really didn't have to." "It was nothing, now remember, practice, practice, practice." I wore the heels for the rest of the night and by the time I headed to bed I found it much easier to navigate in them. The next two days were filled with school, studying, failed attempts at finding the Spells R Us store and walking around the house in my heels. On Thursday night Jenny gave me shaving lesons and pointers on feminine hygiene. When it came time for bed on Friday night I was nervous about the big day at the convention. Jenny said she would help me with my makeup and wig in the morning, she kept reassuring me that it would be fine once I got there. She even showed me some 'sexy' poses for pictures with Seth. I was hesitant at first, but she was relentless so I gave in tried them out in front of the mirror. It felt fun and exciting and scary at the same time. I wasn't scared of someone thinking I was a hussy or a slut; I was scared that I liked it too much. I was still a guy on the inside and I didn't want to lose that. In the morning, after a shower, I donned the costume with the demi bra. True to her word Jenny applied my makeup and affixed the wig properly. I wasn't sure how she managed to get all my normal hair hidden under the wig, but it involved half a box of hair pins. I checked my reflection in my bedroom's mirror and could scarcely believe that the sexy vixen being reflected was actually me. "Kaylee, Seth is here," my Mom called from down stairs. "You can do this Kaylee. Remember that it is okay to look good and everyone is going to love your outfit," Jenny said. "I expect a full report when you get back." "Thanks for all your help," I replied as I grabbed my purse. I slowly navigated my way down the stairs holding onto the stairway rail the whole way. My confidence in heels had grown considerably over the last few days and while going upstairs was a breeze, heading down stairs still made me a little nervous. "Morning Seth, I'm ready to go anytime," I said. Seth, in his Spiderman costume, turned and looked at me and his eyes went wide. "Wow! Kaylee you look amazing," Seth gushed. "Thanks you look great too, we should probably go now," I replied as I felt my face grow hot in embarrassment. "Not so fast, I want pictures," my Mom demanded. A few minutes later we were finally in Seth's car and he started up again. "Wow, you are totally rocking that costume. Jesus I can't believe how good you look. And those heels, when did you learn to walk in heels like that?" Seth asked, very excited. "Listen, you'd better take it down a notch, I'm really uneasy about this and I don't need you making a big deal about it," I scolded. "Please remember that it's me, Keith, in this body." "Sorry man, I didn't mean to upset you," he apologized. After a moment he continued. "You do look good though," he said more casually. "Jenny helped me out a lot. She showed me how to walk in these shoes and she did my makeup and also showed me how to make my breasts look bigger" "You look like one of the professional booth babes, not a causal fan," he said. "Well, thank you. I am still trying to get used to looking like this. One thing you can do for me though is don't leave me alone today, please. I'm very nervous and I don't want to do it alone." "No, problem, I'll stick by you all day. Thank you for doing this. I can't imagine what it must be like to go through a change like you did. You're handling it really well. I don't know if I'd leave the house." "The thought had crossed my mind, but I'm not going to stop living my life just because I have different equipment," I replied. Seth started the car and we began our journey to the city's convention center. Once we arrived my inner fanboy took over and I was too excited to be nervous. I'd brought my autograph book along and was giddy at the prospect of completing my collection of the Walking Dead cast. My Black Cat costume didn't allow me to walk as fast as Seth, but he was a gentleman and stayed close to me just as he had promised. Most of the floor was smooth concrete and easy to navigate, but there were power cables running across the floor in some places and in others the dreaded stairs. When traversing an area which challenged my skill in heels, I would take a hold of Seth's arm for balance. He didn't seem to mind this in the least. While standing in line for autographs I was startled when I was approached by another fan with a camera. "Can I get a picture of you?" he asked. Jenny had warned me of this. "Sure," I replied. I turned to the photographer, stood tall, put one hand on a cocked hip. "Can I get one with Spiderman too?" He asked after taking a couple photos. Seth stood next to me held out his wrist like he was shooting web. I struck an action pose; I turned slightly to the side, crouched slightly with my chest thrust and my hands in karate action mode. "Thanks, you two make a great couple," he said as he departed. "Nice poses, you looked amazing doing that," Seth whispered to me. "I always appreciated the girls who got into character when in costume." "Jenny gave me some tips last night," I replied quietly. "You know, that was more fun than I thought it'd be." "Remind me to thank her when we get back," Seth said. The convention experience was much like all the others we'd attended over the years, a mixture of racing to an event just to stand in line, interspresed with geeking out at the celebrities in attendance, to drooling over all the geeky paraphenalia our college life budgets didn't allow us to buy. I caught others taking pictures of me while we were in line or walking to an event. Only a couple others asked us to pose. I had one of them take pictures of Seth and me with my iPhone. I found the whole thing very flattering and the attention a little intoxicating. People had taken pictures of Seth and me occationally over the years at these things, but nothing even remotely approaching the amount today. The day was almost ruined near the end of the day when some asshole grabbed my ass. We were standing in line for another autograph when I felt a large, strong hand grab my right butt cheek. I was so startled I shrieked and jumped forward and crashed into the person in front of me. I bounced off that person and almost fell over. Rude laughter came from behind me. "Hey, be careful!" Said the person in front of me. I whipped around and glared at the rather large man behind me. He looked to be in his late twenties and a gym regular. "Watch it asshole!" I growled. "You're real pretty when you're angry," he laughed. "How about some jumping jacks so I can watch your tits bounce," he said, leering at my cleavage. I stepped back and covered my chest with my arms. "You better back off, jerk!" Seth stepped in front of me protectively. The guy had a couple inches and around 40 pounds of muscle on Seth. He stepped forward and bumped his muscled chest against Seth. "What are you going to do about it runt? Shoot me with silly string out of your web slingers? Get out of my face before I kick your ass." "No, it's you who'd better leave. If you think I'm going to let you harrass me friend and get away with it you have another thing coming." Seth looked deadly serious. I wouldn't have messed with him looking at me like that, but I'd never been as big as the guy he was standing up against. "Plus he won't be alone," came a voice from behind us. "Beat it or we'll all kick your ass." Superman said. "And if we see you messing with any of the other girls here we won't be so nice next time." He, Batman and the rest of the Justice League had come up behind us unnoticed. The asshole, now severly out numbered, turned and made a hasty retreat. We thanked our fellow conventioneers for their help. When they'd left I found I was shaking a little bit. I slipped my arm through Seth's and leaned into him. "Thank you Seth. That was really brave of you, that guy was big and really scary." "I would have punched him," Seth replied. "He really pissed me off. I dont care if he kicked my ass I wasn't going to let him mess with you." The rest of the convention was fairly uneventful. I'd gathered the rest of the autographs I'd needed, got pictures with all the celebrities I could and after a marathon twelve hours we were headed back home. On the way home we made plans for hitting some more malls on Sunday. After Seth dropped me off at home Jenny wanted me to tell her about the day. She gave me a knowing smile when I told her how the paparazzi made me feel. She was horrified when I told her about mister grabby hands, but this changed to admiration when I let her know how Seth handled it. "Wow, sounds like Seth really likes you," she said when I had finished. "Well, yeah we've been friends since grade school," I replied. "That's not really what I meant." "Its not that way between us," I assured her. "We're just friends." "Okay," she said and let it drop. I went upstairs and removed the makeup, wig, costume, heels and demi bra. I slipped into sweatpants, a cami with a shelf bra and my bunny slippers and headed back downstairs to watch TV with my family. After a couple hours I went to bed. When Seth picked me up on Sunday it turned out that we were both wearing matching Walking Dead t-shirts we'd bought at the convention yesterday. Jenny had helped me accentuate my look though. I'd always marveled at how some girls could wear a t-shirt and jeans and make it look like fashion, whereas other girls looked like they were slumming. Jenny showed me that a bit of effort went into the former. She had me wear my hair down, but she arranged it so that it hung in a way that showed my ears on which she placed some dangly earrings. She added eye shadow and lip gloss to the mascara and eyeliner. The result had me looking casual, but flirty too. She was having a lot of fun having dressing me and I liked our time together and the resulting look. While Jenny and I had been close growing up there was always a bit of a distance between us, one that was vanising quickly with our new bonding over clothes and makeup. The trip to the malls that day turned out to be a total bust. We had to drive hours to each one and then spend a lot of time searching the mall itself. We didn't trust information to tell us if a magical store was on the premises or not. Each failure weighed heavier on our moods, making us quite glum by the end of the day. It was quite the juxtaposion from just the day before. We arrived at Seth's house just before 8pm to watch the latest episode of Game of Thrones as we had every Sunday evening for the last seven weeks. After the show, Seth drove me home. On the way he was strangely silent like something weighed on his mind. When we pulled up to my house Seth turned to me. "Kaylee, can I ask you for a weird favor?" Seth asked hesitantly. He seemed nervous, which in turn made me a little nervous. I wondered what he could possibly want to ask me that would make him nervous. "That would depend on what the favor is," I replied. "I was thinking, you know how we used to always say that girls only ever seemed to want to go out with guys who already had girlfriends?" He asked, getting a little bolder. "You know, how it seems like a guy gets no attention, but once he has a girl on his arm then suddenly all the girls want him." "Yeah, I remember," I said, not liking where this was going. "Not that I ever had a girlfriend in the first place to test that theory." "Well, I was wondering if you would pretend to be my girlfriend at school and soccer." "Pretend how?" I asked without humor. "Uh, I hadn't really thought about it that far. I guess hold hands." I said nothing for about a minute. "I'll think about it," I said as I opened the car door. "I'll see you tomorrow at eight. Oh and thanks for driving today." Once back in the house I grabbed Jenny and dragged her into my bedroom and closed the door. "You are not going to believe what Seth just asked me," I said. "It can't be good with that expression on your face," she replied. "He asked if I would be his pretend girlfiend." I explained our theory on women and the way they responded to a guy already involved. "Well, I suppose there is a lot of truth to that theory," she admitted. "What did you say?" "I told him I would think about it," I replied. "What do you think? I mean I want to help Seth, but I'm not sure about this." "Well, I think I think you should do it." "Really?" I didn't expect this answer from her. "Sure, why not?" She asked. "All you'd need to do to pull it off is hold hands and the occasional quick kiss. If it gets weird you can tell him you dont want to do it anymore. You should set some firm ground rules up front though. Let Seth know exactly how far you're willing to take this charade," she instructed. "Uhh...okay," I replied. Monday morning found me throwing my gym bag into the back of Seth's car at eight in the morning. We had a soccer game after school today. "Okay, I'll do it," I said as soon as Seth started driving. "I'll pretend to be your girlfriend while at school or at soccer or if we are in public and someone from school is around, but there are a few rules. First, no touching below the waist; grab my ass and the deals off," I stated. "Second, no touching my breasts; touch them not only is the deal off, but also I kick your ass." "Fine, I totally agree to those terms," Seth replied looking like he had just swallowed the canary. "I'm not finished. We can hold hands and we can kiss hello and kiss goodbye, preferably a peck, but more if we need to put on a bit of a show. But no tongue! Stick your tongue in my mouth and you'll draw back a stump, got it?" "Thank you for doing this Kaylee, I'll probably get a girlfriend within a week with your help." "I hope you're right," I replied. As soon as we arrived at school and I'd gathered my purse and book bag I took a hold of Seth's hand and we walked to our first class holding each other's hands. We held hands throughout our first class, on our way to our second class and all the way up to lunch where Seth carried my lunch tray for me. After lunch and a study hour he walked me to my Humanities class. Seth had a computer science class this hour. When we arrived at my classroom he took me by the arms and gave me a big kiss. "Goodbye Kaylee, I'll see you in an hour," he said. "Bye Seth," I replied. As I watched Seth walk away I reflected on the day; so far it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. Holding hands was actually kind of pleasant and having my tray carried for me made me feel special. The kiss wasn't that bad either. I'd been dreading actually kissing a guy, but it turned out to be okay. It was definitely different than kissing a girl, not that I had a lot of experience in that area, his lips were firm against mine and I had to tilt my head back, which made me feel small. He also smelled real nice. Pretending to be his girlfriend probably wouldn't be that hard to pull off. As I entered the class one of the students, a pretty girl named Ashley, called me over. "Sit here Kaylee," she said as I approached her. I hardly knew Ashley and only knew her name because I'd heard the teacher call her name many times in class. I wondered if I knew her better in this reality; I wondered if we were friends. "What's up Ashley," I replied once I sat down next to her. "So, are you and Seth an item now?" She asked. "Yeah, we like each other." "It looked a little more than like and a lot more like like-like. I see you two together all the time laughing at each other's jokes, I've wondered if it would ever become something more. I think it's great; you two make a cute couple." "Thanks, he's a real great guy," I replied. I was happy to see that people were noticing, hopefully Seth's plan would work quickly and we could stop pretending. After school Seth and I decided to recheck some of the closer malls. If the store could disappear from mall, perhaps it could reappear there as well. At