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I walked out of class exhausted. It was a long day, and I embraced the breezy Spring air as I stepped outside. Julia, one of my friends at college, was standing outside. "Hey," she said. "Hi," I replied back. "Sooo..." she began, "Looks like we have something to do for spring break." "Holy crap, really?" I asked, surprised. We had been looking for something to do for spring break, but all the decent beach houses on the shore were either taken or too expensive. Our little circle of friends, seven people, really wanted to have a special break. I personally thought it would be a great chance to get closer to Kayla, the only girl in our circle who didn't have a boyfriend. "Yeah," Julia said. "We found a pretty cool beach house for cheap, and a pretty good location too. Dustin's aunt was able to set us up with something". "Wow," I said, "that's freaking awesome. I never spent time in a beach house before without my parents being there." "Haha," she laughed. "What's great is that it's apparently pretty spacey, so me and Mark can have our own room". That comment made me a bit sad. I didn't have a girlfriend, and most people in our circle, with the exception of Steven and I, were in a relationship. Even worse, I knew Steven sort of had the hots for Kayla himself, and he had more to offer in the looks department than I did. "So," she continued. "We'll at meet up at Monica's and try to pack into her car." I nodded. "Sounds like a plan," I said. A few days later, when classes ended and Spring Break officially began, I went over to Monica's, and everyone else was already there. I couldn't help but stare at Kayla a bit more than the others. I could sense a weird sort of tension between Steve and I. We both wanted to get closer to Kayla this break, maybe even get to sleep in the same room with her. I didn't like this sense of competition, but Steve seemed utterly confident. I noticed Kayla also sort of looking at me strangely. My heart jumped when she did. Like there was something between us. Did she really like me too? All of a sudden now possibilities for the week seemed to swell up in my mind. The car ride to the shore was rather uneventful. Monica was driving so her boyfriend Dustin was with him in the front. Julia and Mark were squeezed together in one space near the back window. Kayla was sort of squeezed near Steve at the other window, and I was in the middle. I sort of felt like the odd man out, despite neither Kayla or Steve having a partner either. When we got to the shore house we all gawked at how impressive it was. It was rather large and was situated right near the beach. Even cooler is that it seemed like lots of other college kids were living around us so it would be a vibrant social life. As we walked in the house everyone was scoping out their rooms. Of course Julia and Mark, and Monica and Dustin, were going to sleep in the same rooms. There were only two rooms left. Kayla went into a single room, so me and Steve decided to occupy the other, though it seemed rather awkward for all involved. How much did Kayla know about my feelings, and the feelings of Steve? I could tell Steve desperately wanted to room with Kayla. After we got settled we all decided to go to the beach. Again I felt sort of the odd one out. I loved GOING to the beach, being with friends at the house and just getting away, but I was never crazy about the beach itself. I don't really like sand and I'm not huge on swimming in the ocean. My body was nothing to stare at: just a sort of skinnyfat build. It was strange to look at the beautiful bodies of the girls and the tall, muscular bodies of the guys. While I was their friend, and I know they liked me, I also had this fear that I was being slowly pushed away. After the beach, when it was early evening, we decided to go back in. This was the time where we started planning for the night, getting dinner and preparing drinks. Everyone was fumbling around in the house, mostly in the kitchen, while I was in my room just thinking about the way things were going. Then Kayla came in. Dustin wasn't here. "Hey, Mike," she said happily. "What's up?" I was immediately lifted from my pensiveness and my heart started beating. "Heh, nothing much," I said. "Just chilling, was gonna head into the kitchen." Kayla started sauntering over to me and I noticed she had some drinks and shot glasses in her hands. "I want this weekend to be really fun," she said. "So do I," I replied. She came even closer to me, our faces were rather close, and I could feel the heat emanating from each of us. "Do you like me, Michael?" she said very quietly. "Y-yes....". That's all I said, I didn't know what to do next. She kept smiling, seemingly very happy with what was going on. She held out a shot glass with some pink liquid in it. "Take a shot with me, Michael." My stomach was all tied up, so many different emotions. I was so glad Kayla wanted to be with me but not that confident I could live up to what she wanted. I took the shot glass from her hand. We tapped them together and I downed the shot. It tasted a bit strange, sort of sugary and spicy at the same time. That's when I noticed something felt strange. My body was tingling all over, a warm feeling spreading over my body. What was happening? It was almost like my body was slowly changing, rearranging itself. Kayla was watching with fascination. I felt something on the back and my neck and shoulders. I realized it was my hair! My hands felt like they were getting smaller and my arms much skinnier; my hands became straight up dainty. What the fuck? I felt very strange feelings in my torso and hips, my hips expanding and torso becoming more shapely. My legs were thinning out. "OH MY GOD?" I yelled in a rather high pitched voice. "WHAT IS GOING ON??" Kayla seemed concerned. "It's okay, you're alright!" she squeaked. I felt like my face was reshaping itself; cheek bones went higher and my lips became a bit more puffed out, my nose upturned. And I felt a strange feelings on my chest, the flesh under my nipples seemed to be expanding and pushing it, two orbs stretching the fabric of my shirt. They kept growing to my utter horror, as they protruded confidently out of my chest. Oh holy shit! Was I turning into a girl? I had boobs! Big boobs! I could feel a pulling on my genitals. "N-no!" I cried. My penis and balls were shrinking, like they were being sucked in. I frantically tried to grab on but they just keep going inside my body. When my manhood was completely gone strange lips formed in their place and I could feel the inside of my private areas take on all new feelings. "AHH!" I yelled. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK??" But shortly after I felt another feeling in my butt, as it seemed to get much more pronounced. The tingly feeling and reshaping stopped. I was a fucking girl! I looked down at my body in utter shock. This can't be real! I must be dreaming! But it all felt so real. Kayla was standing there with her mouth wide open. "Oh my gosh..." she said. "It actually worked." I looked up suddenly, my hair flying around as I did so. "You KNEW this was going to happen?" I cried. "How in the fuck..?" "I'm so so sorry," Kayla began. "But please listen. I just wanted all of us to have a really great time on this spring break. I know you liked me for awhile but I always had my eyes on Steve. I didn't want it to be awkward so I thought it would be great for all of us, now we can just hang out with no more tension. Now it's not this crazy love triangle." "You...you turned me into a chick because you felt awkward?" I said. I was too surprised to be mad: I posed the question calmly, sadly. "Oh, Michael," she said, "Or should I say Michelle now...Think of how much fun this can be. Now we can hang out all weekend and you get to experience something no guy does!" "But how....?" She was confused for a moment but picked up my question. "Well," she said, "I told my cousin about my plight with you and Steve. She was always into weird witch stuff, I always thought it was silly, but she said she could help me. To be honest I didn't think it would work. I just wanted to confirm that you liked me." "So you didn't think it would work..." I said, staring at her. She nodded her head. "I'm sorry, Michelle." The sound of that name made me flame up a bit. "Why are you calling me Michelle? I'm not really a girl!" "Well, you are now. The potion lasts a week then you will go back to normal. So don't worry." A million questions were still swimming in my brain. I still felt rather spaced out, this moment was too surreal. "But," I began, "What about the others?" "Oh!" She said, "Don't worry about them. To them you've always been Michelle. I only know because I saw you take the drink. If the drink actually worked, then that part of the spell should also work!" "Well that's freaking great," I said in my new girly voice. "So now they'll treat me like a chick for a week." "Yes," Kayla said, "that is correct. So if you act like you were always a guy they will think you've gone insane." My head was spinning. "Oh, fuck. I have to spend a week as a girl." Kayla then had a lot of sensitive concern. "Oh, I will help you. I will help you be a girl and dress up and stuff. It will be really fun!" "But I don't WANT to be a girl!" I said. "Look at me!" I pointed at my body, which was still covered by my now very big clothing. "Look at these tits and I don't have my dick anymore! This is completely crazy!" Kayla raised her eyebrows. "So you're telling me you're not just a bit curious?" she asked. "You can't tell me you don't want to know what girl world is like." "Not in this way..." I sighed. "Well, I guess there's nothing I can do." I started walking toward the door of the room, better to face the others now than later and get the weird shit over with. "Wait!" Kayla said. "If you walk out there with those disgusting boy clothes, the others will freak! You need to put on something more fitting! I'll be right back!" Kayla zipped out the room and closed the door behind her. Oh fuck. Did I really have to wear girl's clothes? I again looked at my body in disbelief. It was so much smaller, my skin was so smooth, no hair anywhere...It felt so strange having such long hair. Suddenly Kayla burst into the room with a rather large suitcase. "Who's suitcase is that?" I asked. She looked at me. "It's yours." "What?" I said. "No it's not!" Kayla sighed. "Remember, Michelle, the others think you've always been a girl. So your other stuff reflects that. I don't know about those clothes you're wearing though. I guess it's sort of like how I know who you really are because I was right here, so your clothes didn't change in the same way." I stared skeptically at the suitcase as she opened it. What would the girl me have in there? I noticed there were lots of very girly things, like bras, panties, short shorts, leggings, bikinis, makeup and the like. "Oh my gosh...." I exclaimed. "This can't be real." "Well," she said. "Put some of this on!" I looked at her incredulously. "First off," I began, "I do not want to wear all that girly shit! Second, I don't know about dressing like a girl!" She stared at me, scanning my body up and down, as if she were trying to decide what I should wear. "Well," she said, "start by putting on some underwear. Here." She tossed me some bras and panties, both a matching black. I looked at them, not wanting to put them on. "Michelle," she said. "You have to wear them." With hesitation I picked up the black panties and stepped into them, dragging them up my long legs. I was shocked at how tight there were. It made me realize just how much bigger my ass was, and it really laid tight on my new crotch, making it impossible to believe there could be a penis there. I picked up the bra. I still couldn't believe I had tits. And I can't believe I was fucking putting this shit on. I tried sort of putting it around me, cupping my big boobs in the bra but I couldn't get the back. With a little giggle, Kayla went behind and helped me. "Oh, of course. Guys don't know how these work at all." She helped clip the back and position the bra right. It felt so bizarre, my new breasts felt really tight in the cups and really emphasized. I impulsively squeezed my boobs with my dainty hands. Holy shit! They were sensitive! "Ok," Kayla said. "Now for some pants." I looked in the suitcase. All of it was so girly. I didn't want to wear any of it. I suppose I should just pick jeans, those seem the least girly. I said so to Kayla and she tossed some to me. I put them on just like my normal jeans. Holy fuck. These were tight as shit. I struggled pulling them up my legs, I had to jump up and position a few times. They were really tight on my legs, in my crotch and made my ass feel like a bubble. "Do girls really were these clothes so tight all the time?" I asked. She shrugged. "We don't really notice...It's just how it is. Now pick a shirt." I pointed at the least girlish thing I could see, a long-sleeve white shirt. Kayla looked skeptical. "Well, okay, wear it," she said. "It's decent but girl, you really need some fashion learning. This is going to be fun." She tossed me the shirt. I put it on over my head. Holy fuck, this was also super tight. I was amazed at how pronounced my boobs were in it, they jutted out all perky and were super obvious. Not only that but I couldn't even pull it down all the way. I had no choice but to leave a sliver of midriff. "alright," I said. "Let's fucking go out." I started walking but Kayla again stopped me. "Wait! You need some makeup." I was stunned. "I am NOT putting on makeup!" I said. "Ok," she said. "Fine. You can deal with the other girls asking you about it for twenty minutes." I stood there thinking. "Oh, all right!" I said. "But hurry". She got out the makeup shit and started applying it, some blush and eyeliner. It felt so bizarre. Finally she applied some pink lip gloss. I still can't believe this is real. Finally we walked into the kitchen. All the others were there eating and having a good time and starting to drink. They smiled when they saw me but didn't seem to think anything was out of the ordinary. "Welcome to the party girls!" Julia cried happily. Girls. I wasn't in the mood to drink or do anything. I think I was going to sit it out tonight. I could see Monica and Dustin getting personal. Steve was hooting and hollering obnoxiously; Kayla was laughing at his antics and went closer to him. Heat went to me face. I took some food from the platters they had laid out and stood there awkward. "Hey Michelle," Julia said. "What's up? You seem kind of down." "Yeah I don't know," I said, still not believing how girly my voice was. "My head is kind of achy. I think I might sit out tonight." The others looked a bit surprised except Kayla. "Aw man," Monica said. "You can't do this on the other days!" "I know. It's just tonight, really." Although I wasn't too sure about that. They badgered me some more. I was surprised at how much they wanted me to come. I feel like that wouldn't happen if I was Michael. "Well, okay," Julia said. "We're gonna go out then. Hope you feel better and you're not getting away with this tomorrow!" I gave them a meek smile, which was all I could give right now. They all walked out, Kayla shooting me a strange look of awareness and even guilt. As they went out I noticed how dressed up all the girls were in their tight, revealing dresses. Was I going to have to do that? The guys were as obnoxious as I expected. But I noticed some of them checking me out when they thought I wasn't looking, staring at my ass and chest and waist. This was going to take some time to get used to. Being a girl it was even more obvious how much manlier they were than I was. They must have spent time at the gym because they were all rather muscular and they could certainly be called handsome, it wasn't hard to see why Julia, Monica and Kayla were attracted to them. I went into my room and laid on my bed. I was tempted to explore my body but didn't want to open that can of worms yet. I washed my face to take off my makeup, because I heard leaving it on wasn't great. I went back on my bed and before I knew it I was asleep. The next day, Julia burst in my room. "Get up, girl," she said, "We're going shopping today." I stirred in my bed, still half-asleep and groggy. Knowing I couldn't get out of this, I stumbled up. "You fell asleep in your clothes?" she asked. "Wow, you must have been tired." "Yeah," I replied. "I guess I'm okay now." "Well get dressed! We're going soon." She walked out so I could dress alone. I looked at my new clothes and sighed. I didn't have a lot of conservative stuff in there. Made sense, seeing how this was a beach week. I definitely didn't want the girls pestering me all day about my fashion, so after putting on my bra and panties (which I noticed were a C cup, and from Victoria's Secret), I put on some really short denim shorts. I had to admit looking at them felt rather exciting, but I didn't want to wear them as a girl! I slid them up my legs, amazed at how short they were and how tight they were on my vagina. How did girls wear this all the time? They really showed off my legs and creamy skin. I figured I would have to get used to it. I then saw a black sleeveless thing in there. Liking how it was black, I took it out and noticed it was one of those spaghetti strap things. With a sigh I tried it on. To my dismay I noticed they didn't do much to hide my large tits and they even showed clevelage. It was so bizarre having breasts now. They pushed out of me, making every shirt I wore tight, as if they refused to be hidden. You could also see the bra strap under the spaghetti straps. Fucking goddamn. I can't believe I was dressing like a chick. Like before the shirt wasn't long enough to cover my full waist so there was again some skin showing on my waist. Did Michelle plan for all this? I walked out into the kitchen, noticing how my tits seemed to jiggle a bit as I walked. Damn, I will never get used to this. All the other girls were ready to go shopping. Kayla seemed a bit surprised at my clothes but then immediately looked normal. "Let's go!" Monica cried. "Where are the guys?" I asked. "Well," Kayla began, "They said they were going to the gym and then wanted us to join them at the beach." Kayla was studying my face as she said it. "Oh," I said, and we walked out. It was a very nice Spring day, with warm weather but not too hot. The boardwalk and beach were bustling with activity, college-age students going to the stores, restaurants and sauntering on the beach. I can't believe I was walking with a group of girls going shopping. I should be with the guys, damnit. I noticed the guys on the beach and wondering what made me different. They certainly weren't embarrassed to have their shirts off, like I was. They really had no reason to be, with their muscular builds, showing off their nice abs, big pecs, taut waists, and a lot of them even had that nice v-shaped waist. Wait, what the FUCK? Why was I looking at the guys like that? Why did I notice more things about them know? I guess it was because I was a girl now and everything seemed so different. "Man there are a lot of cute guys here, huh?" Julia said perkily. The other girls bubbled in agreement. I better get used to this girl talk all week long... "Here's the mall," Monica said as we got to a large greyish building. It certainly wasn't as big as a normal mall but it was a fair bit bigger than the food stands and gift shops. It extended slightly into the city. We walked in. There were a lot of colorful shops and lots of people our age loitering around. "I wanna get my nails done first," Kayla said. Was it just my imagination or did she say that somewhat slyly? Was she really going to drive home the fact I was a girl for a week? Monica and Julia agreed and we began walking to the salon. Jesus fuck, I can't believe this shit. "Uh, guys?" I said. "I think I'll sit out." Julia and Monica looked confused. "What is with you, Michelle?" Julia asked. "Last night you sat out and now you want to isolate yourself again?" "I'm not isolating myself!" I cried. "I came here with you today! I just don't want to get my nails done, that's all." Kayla walked closer to me and delicately grabbed my hand. "Please, Michelle," she said, "We want this to be an amazing break and we all want to have an amazing time. I think to get out of this rut you really need to just dive in and go all out with us right now. I think you'll feel better in no time if you just embrace it all." God fucking damnit. What is she doing? Now if I keep refusing I'll look like a total bitch. She's trying to femininze me as much as possible. If I say no now, they might give me the cold shoulder all week. "Ok, fine," I sigh, "Let's go." Kayla gave a knowing smirk and we walked in. There were quite a few girls in there getting their hair and nails done but there were also a lot of seats. We didn't have to wait long and suddenly I found myself, for the first time, sitting in a salon chair about to get a manicure. "So," an attractive lady a bit older than me says as she walks up, "What color can I do for you today?" "Uh.." I mumble. I wasn't sure what to do. If I choose a really weird non-girly color like orange or black the girls would probably give me shit. "I'll take red, I guess." Jesus, I can't believe I'm getting my fucking nails done. She starts polishing my nails, then takes out the red nail polish and slowly begins applying it. As I see my dainty fingers get red nail polish I can feel some of my masculinity slipping away. Not only that, but she starts applying it to my toenails to. Shit. As we all get finished and walk out, Kayla says "Wow, your nails look really pretty, Michelle. Aren't you glad you did this?" "Yes," I mumble through grinded teeth. "Great!" Monica says. "Now let's go to Victoria's Secret, I want to get some stuff to show off for Dustin." Holy fuck, we're seriously going there. It wasn't far, and as we walked in I felt very subconscious, as if I was intruding. But of course I looked like a girl just like everyone else. When Julia and Monica went to check things out, Kayla walked up to me. "Let's buy you something sexy," she said. "Are you fucking kidding? No." She walked up really close and whispered in my ear, "If you do, I promise you'll get to spend some time in a bed with me." Holy shit, that was unexpected. I knew she was manipulating the shit out of me, but it still seemed rather exciting. I wanted to get closer to Kayla this break and I would get the chance. Thought not on the terms I really wanted. We walked over to a section marked "Naught Things" and Kayla stopped at a matching bra and garter belt set. "Are you serious? No!" I said. "Don't you want to spend some time in a bed with me?" she asked with puppy dog eyes. "I know you like me." Goddamn, the games this girl plays. I had no idea she could be so diabolical. With extreme shame I agreed to buy a red push up bra and garter belt, covered with lace. Was I really going to wear that? If it meant some time with Kayla, maybe.... Once we did everything we wanted at the mall, the girls decided to head back to the house to change then join the guys at the beach. As we walked to the house I felt some trepidation. Would I have to wear a girl's swimsuit? I think I already knew the answer. When I got into my room I opened up my suitcase, hoping there was a one piece. There wasn't, just a few pair of bikinis. I am not fucking wear that. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, I knew who it was. Kayla was wearing a bikini with a small shirt over it. "So you gonna swim with us?" she asked with mock innocence. "Fine, yes" I groaned. "But you have to find me a one piece." Kayla laughed. "In your dreams. If you're a normal girl, you wear a bikini." I groaned again. I can't believe I was doing this. I picked out a blue string bikini and put on the girliest thing I ever have. I slid the bikini bottom up my legs, which was even tighter than the panties. I just knew all the guys would be staring at my ass. I then picked up the top and tried to put it on, but like the bra it was tough. "Let me help you," Kayla said. I put the top over my head and positioned my boobs in the triangle covers, and Kayla tied it behind my back. She seemed to tie it very tightly; I have never felt so exposed. My boobs were there for all the world to see, pushing the bikini top way out with lots of cleavage, practically bursting out of the cups. I was so aware of the presence of my breasts. I had never felt more feminine. Fuck. "Well," she said. "Let's go." As we all walked to the beach I felt so conscious. I just knew guys were checking me out, my ass and my tits. I probably would do the same thing. A few minutes down the boardwalk and I saw Julia wave at someone. "It's the guys!" she yelped. "Hey!" We walked over and I felt so weird. These were the guys I used to be bros with. Now they were checking me out in my tiny bikini and I was one of the girls. I felt so unbelievably feminine with my long hair, creamy skin, bikini and pretty red nails, and especially when I was standing in front of the guys with their tall, muscular builds and arrogant swaggers. When the other three girls went to hug their boyfriends I noticed I wasn't tempted to check out the girls at all. I was just one of them. Instead I couldn't stop inspecting the guys. Were they always so built? Mark was practically picking up Julia, and I watched as his big biceps flexed and he lifted her. Monica was already laying down with Justin, her hands on his rippled abs and tight stomach, his big arms around her. But I would have to say Steve was a bit better looking than them, his face was a bit more handsome and he had a dapple of chest hair on his well developed pecs and also near his belly, leading suggestively down to his crotch. I could see why girls always went for them and never for guys like me. I sat down, and then it hit me. Jesus FUCK. Was I just checking out the GUYS? No, No I wasn't. I was just comparing them to my former self, that's all. Any girl would notice them with how obtuse and obnoxious they were being. I am NOT gay, not in a million years. I tried looking straight at Monica and admiring her tight body in the bikini. She was definitely really pretty. She was laying gracefully in Dustin's arms. My gaze shifter towards Dustin's body, his swole back and strong legs. Damn, I never noticed how attractive he was. DAMNIT! This was out of control! I noticed that my breasts felt very warm and even poking more out the bikini than they were before. And I felt strange warm feelings from my crotch. I couldn't help but imagine someone rubbing my breasts, making me feel good... "Hey," Steve shouted, "Did you girls put on sunblock yet?" "Shit," Kayla said. "We forget. Here, put some on us." The three guys then took two bottles of sunblocks and started applying it sexily on their girlfriends. I just laid there and watched. "Oh!" Julia noted. "Michelle's just sitting there!" She then looked around unsure of what to do, feeling bad for me but feeling too awkward to ask one of the other guys to do it. "It's okay," I said. "I'll just put it on myself." "Nonsense," Kayla said, "We're on vacation, you shouldn't have to lift a finger. Steve, put it on her when you're done with me." NO fucking way! I was fuming inside! But did I really want another freaking lecture from the girls? Maybe if I sucked it up now I wouldn't have to do anything this gay later. Steve finished with her. "Hey," he said to me. God, I can't believe I was fucking doing this. I stood up and Steve pumped some lotion into his hands and started rubbing it on my back. I was holding my arms, I noted in a very girly posture. Steve's hands were very strong and warm. It's amazing the confidence these guys had with women, I was so much less confident than they were. I had to admit that Steve smelled amazing. Was he wearing some cologne? I swear it must have been made purely to attract girls, it was good. "Oh!" I bounced as Steve came dangerously close to my breasts. "Relax," he said, "We just need to make sure you don't get burned anywhere." He came very close to my boobs again, rubbing around, but not close enough to look strange. He rubbed on my belly and then went down to my legs. He rubbed smoothly, masterly, like he had done this with many girls before. My face was burning as he rubbed right on my waist right near my ass and....vagina. For some reason it started to heat up as I saw Steve's body flex, his rippled muscles in the sun approaching my pussy... "Okay!" I shouted. "Done!" I walked a bit away to calm myself down. "I'm going in the water!" I said. Monica got up and followed. Wow, what in the fucking fuck. I was NOT just thinking about Steve in a sexy way. I am still only into girls. These are just strange emotions, that's all, I was just turned into a girl. The rest of the day at the beach was pretty uneventful then we decided to head home.