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VCR -- Short Subjects
Chapter 1
When my Aunt Phyllis knocked on my door, I pried open one eye just long
enough to make out the time on the clock. 9:15. "Too early," I called
through the door. After all, it was Saturday, and school had only been
out for two days. I wasn't planning on looking at any light that
couldn't be labeled 'afternoon.'
This was my last summer of High School, and I was taking off a monster
month-long hike on the Appalachian Trail in just 24 hours. Until then, I
intended to use my time properly -- by wasting as much time sleeping as
possible and avoiding anything that looked like work. I rolled over and
tried to bury my head in a pillow. Then my aunt called something back.
With my head covered up, I couldn't quite make out her words, but it
didn't sound like she was demanding that I A) get a job or B) mow the
yard, so I climbed out of bed and stumbled to the door with my eyes
still 90% shut.
"What?" I asked.
"Your friend Juno is here."
"Huh?" I opened the door a crack. My aunt was looking at me from the
other side. Ever since I'd moved in with her, she treated me nicely, but
always looked at me like I made her sad. Like looking at me reminded her
of the fire. And my mom. Only this time Aunt Phyllis was actually
smiling.
"Your friend Juno is waiting for you downstairs," she said. My aunt
lowered her voice a notch. "Very cute, James, though are you sure she's
not too young for you?"
I rubbed at my eyes. "There's a girl downstairs?"
She nodded.
"And she's waiting for me?"
Another nod.
I had not one clue what Aunt Phyllis was talking about. I hadn't made
plans with anyone for that morning and didn't know anyone named 'Juno.'
Still, if she said there was a cute girl waiting for me, it seemed like
it would at least be worth pulling on some pants to investigate.
"Tell her I'll be right down."
I half suspected this was some kind of trick. As I dragged on some jeans
and jammed my bare feet into ratty old canvas high tops, I tried to
think of who might be setting me up. Honestly, the list was pretty
short. It wasn't that I didn't have plenty of friends who were jerks. I
just didn't have any friends who knew a cute girl well enough to enlist
her in their jerkitude.
I took ten seconds to run my fingers through my sleep-crazy hair and
gave my breath the back of the hand test (eh) before heading downstairs.
I was still half convinced that my aunt was hallucinating, or had
misunderstood some kid come to sell cookies. But as I came down the last
couple of steps, I looked into the living room and saw her talking
with... Juno. Juno like in the movie. You know, five foot nothing, short
brown hair, big brown eyes, and a mischievous grin on her painfully cute
face.
I kind of slipped off the bottom stair with a loud thump. I'd watched
the movie often enough that all my friends told jokes about it, and this
girl looked exactly, I mean exactly, like the character in the movie --
in the non-pregnant stage. She was wearing a t-shirt and tiny pair of
jeans over her equally tiny legs, her chin-length hair was pulled back
in a messy ponytail, and she looked equally likely to produce some sappy
song or a smart-ass remark.
Instead she grinned at me for a moment longer and said, "Hey, Jimmy. You
ready to go?"
"Go?" I managed a step toward her, executing this mirage to vanish.
Instead she shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and
tilted her head toward the door. "You said you'd show me around this
morning, what with me being new here and all." A little pout slipped
across her lips. "You didn't forget, did you?"
"No," I said, "of course not." And I was pretty sure I hadn't, because I
had never spoken to this girl before in my life. Dreaming. I had to be
dreaming.
Juno said bye to my aunt and we both collected a return smile as we went
out the door. Halfway down the steps, Juno looked at me over her
shoulder. "I wasn't sure this was real, you know, really real, until
just now. Until somebody else could see it, too."
"You... you weren't sure?" I stuttered.
One of her hands drifted up, brushed the side of her cheek, and went on
to stroke the brief ponytail. "You have to admit, it's amazing."
"Uh, yeah," was the only reply I managed.
For a few steps we walked along without saying anything. With the bright
morning sun, the suburban perfection broken only by the sound of
lawnmowers, the pint-sized cutie at my side, it all seemed very much
like a scene from a movie. But the smell of cut grass and gasoline
seemed like more detail then you usually got from a dream.
Juno held her arms out in front of her as we walked. "It is just
frickin' weird being this size. Even more than all the girl shit, you
know?"
"Uhh, not exactly."
"It's like being in land of the giants. You should try it."
I shook my head. "Before coming to my house, you didn't happen to be in
a place where there were lots of people in white coats, did you?"
She laughed. "Nope."
"Where are we going?"
She tipped her head to look up at me. The girl was so small that the top
of her head didn't quite come up to my shoulder, and she had to crane
her neck far back to look me in the face. "You have absolutely no idea
who I am, do you?"
I studied her upturned face. "I guess you could be that actress."
"But I'm not."
"I didn't really think so. I mean, what would she be doing here?" I
squinted at her. "Besides, it's been years since that movie, and you
look just like she did then."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go over to my house and I'll
explain everything."
I followed her down the block and along the edge of a tiny little pond
put in just so the neighborhood could be called Highland Lake. On the
corner, where my mom's house had been, there was just an empty lot.
After six months, you couldn't even tell there had been a house there.
The walk around the pond and down the next cul-de-sac was such a
familiar route that we were through the white gate at the back of one of
the houses before I really thought about where we were going. "This is
Chuck's house," I said as Juno produced a key and slotted it into the
back door.
"Yeah," she said. She opened the door and stepped in. Just as she
disappeared down the hall, she turned her head and said. "And I'm
Chuck."
I stood there in the sunlight for a few seconds, but there was no way I
wasn't going to follow her inside.
I found her in the hallway, standing in front of a full length mirror,
so close to the glass that her breath fogged the reflection of her face.
"It's fucking unbelievable," she said. "Everything in here is so
different. I don't mean the obvious stuff." She waved her hands along
her body. "It's the way things look, the way they taste." I saw the pink
tip of her tongue emerge from her mouth and slide along the smooth tops
of her teeth. "Amazing."
"Who are you?" I asked, moving closer. "Are you Chuck's cousin or
something?"
"I already told you," she said. She raised her arms like a toddler.
"Pick me up."
"What?"
She turned to me arms still raised. "Pick me up."
"Sure. Okay." Even if this was a dream--a strange dream--I wasn't passing
up my chance to get my hands on this girl.
Football season had been over for months, but if you were on the varsity
team, you never really had time off. For the spring and summer that
meant weight training five days a week. Which meant that I had a chance
to show off. I walked to the girl, put a hand on either side of her
small waist, and lifted. Her T-shirt pulled free of her jeans and my
fingers touched a bare strip of skin at her stomach. I picked her up
easily. She had to weigh less than a hundred pounds.
With her feet off the ground she closed her eyes and arched her back,
her arms high overhead. Her small breasts pressed against the snug T-
shirt so clearly that I could actually see her nipples tighten.
"Nobody's done that since I was three," she said, eyes still closed.
I raised her higher until her fingers brushed against the ceiling. "I
can't imagine why." I pulled her in until the bare skin of her flat
tummy was half an inch from my lips. "You're light as a feather."
From above my head, I heard a snort of laughter. "Yeah, I went on a two
hundred pound crash diet this morning."
It was just another in the list of weird things this girl had said. I
started to lower her, but as I did, her legs went around my waist and
she pressed her small body up against me. "What do you think?" she
breathed into my ear. "Helluva lot better than I look usually, huh?"
"How do you usually look?"
Her feet slipped down from my waist and I eased her back to the ground.
She looked up at me with a very serious expression on her rounded,
freckled face. "I told you. I'm Chuck. Chuck Lidowski."
"Chuck Lidowski is a guy," I said.
She snickered. "Not today."
"Chuck's also six six and like three hundred pounds."
She laughed. "Dude, like I said, I've been on a hell of a diet."
"If you're Chuck, then you know where we're supposed to be at three."
"Weight training, and priming coach that we won't get soft on our hike."
The girl raised one thin arm and mocked flexing her bicep. "But I don't
think coach is going to be too happy with my dead-lift numbers today."
She slipped past me and looked into a smaller oval mirror on the other
wall. She actually had to stand in tiptoe just to see in.
I still didn't know who this girl was, but it was becoming clear that
Chuck was behind this joke. Probably he'd met this girl, noticed she
looked like the actress who played Juno, knew that i had a thing for
her, and convinced her to play this trick on me.
Of course, there were about a dozen things wrong with that idea. Girls
who looked exactly like characters from movies didnt just show up and
start playing practical jokes. But it was like the thing they say in old
Sherlock Holmes movies?when you've eliminated all the stuff that's
impossible, you have to go with whatever's left. Or something like that.
"So, Chuck, I don't think you're going to be ready for football season.
You know, after your diet."
Juno smirked at herself in the mirror. "Yeah, I don't think I'd make it
on the line. Maybe I'll try cheerleading instead." She turned my way,
still grinning. "What do you think? You think these micro-tits are good
enough for a little rah rah rah?"
Before I could think of a response to that, she stepped toward me,
grabbed both my hands, and pushed them against her small breasts. Though
the cotton T-shirt the flesh had that warm magic mix of soft and firm
while her nipples felt hard as little rocks. Inside my jeans, I was
instantly at attention.
She dropped one of my hands and tugged me down the hall with the other.
"The only reason I picked this chick was because I knew you were hot for
her miniature bod. Let's take this little thing upstairs and try it
out."
"Try... You mean... I, uh... What?" My voice little more than a
strangled whisper.
"Come on," she replied. "Let me show you the magic box. Unless you see
it for yourself, you'll never believe me." This whole thing was crazy,
but as she started up the stairs, I came with her. I was happy enough to
watch her small ass making the trip in front of me, even if I was having
a hard time walking, and I do mean hard.
As I expected, she turned right into Chuck's room at the top of the
stairs. I braced myself, sure Chuck was about to jump out and laugh at
this weird joke. But there was no one else around. Inside the room
looked normal, except for a small TV propped on top of a chest. It
looked like Chuck's old hand-me-down set, though it wasn't in its usual
place. On the floor in front of the set was an ancient VCR that was
twice the size of the one my parents had owned when I was a kid. This
thing was so clunky I could even see welding marks on the sides, like
somebody had put it together in a shop.
Juno nudged the big silver VCR with the toe of one small red sneaker.
"This is it."
"This is what?" I asked.
"The magic box." She crouched down and ran one hand over the smooth top.
Immediately a section in the center of the VCR rose up with a slight
hissing sound. The girl picked up a tape from the tan carpet, slid it
into the opening and touched the box again. I didn't see her touch the
small tv, but as soon as the hatch was closed the screen popped on. On
the screen was an episode of 90210, not the newer one, but the one old
enough to be on Nick at Nite. Why she wanted to show me this old tape
was a mystery, but the image was so good that it made me stare. It was
better than a DVD, or even a Blu-ray. It even seemed better than looking
out a window ? more real than real.
Before I could ask anything, the tape changed and started showing a
different scene. After a second, I recognized the dark-haired mother
daughter pair from Gilmore Girls.
"I found this thing under the bed in Sam's apartment," said Juno. "I
don't know if she made the tape, but it's all like this. Just little
bits of one thing after another."
I was still distracted by the incredible clarity of the image on the TV.
It was like having more people in the room. "Why make a tape like that?"
I asked.
"Sampler," said the girl. "Lots of choices. The first time I used this,
I ended up being Monica."
I peeled my eyes away from the impossibly good image on the screen and
looked back at the impossibly cute girl. "What?"
She dropped onto Chuck's bed, the springs bouncing only a little under
her slight weight. "You know, Monica from Friends. It's funny, because I
was really jerking off to Buffy." She put one hand in front of her jeans
and pumped it up and down in the universal symbol of a guy rubbing one
out. "The tape just changed to the Friends bit right as I came."
Sitting there on the end of the bed with her feet dangling above the
floor, the girl looked so perfect, and her words and actions were so
strange, that I wondered again if I was still back in my room, back in
my bed, dreaming this whole thing. The image from the TV was reflected
in her big brown eyes as she grinned at me. "You wouldn't believe how
freaked out I was. I mean, I had no idea that would happen."
"You..." I stopped and shook my head. "I don't understand."
"Let's take it from the top," she said. "You know Sam headed off the
Africa a couple of weeks ago on her Peace Corps thing, right?"
I nodded. Chuck's older sister, Samantha, had always been kind of a
loner. She wasn't really ugly, in fact I'd always found her kind of
cute, but she never really seemed to fit in with any group at school.
She?d graduated a couple of years back, and started taking classes at
the local community college, but she never really seemed to find her
place there either, kept changing from one major to another. When she
announced she was volunteering for a two year stint on the far side of
the world, it was a little surprising, but only a little. It seemed like
the sort of thing Sam might do.
?Okay,? said Juno. ?So, after Sam left, I went down to the apartment dad
gave her. Just to look around, you know? I mean, it's a nice place, and
I started going there when I wanted some privacy from my folks.?
?Where do you usually live?? I asked.
The girl made a sound that was surprisingly like a growl. ?Here,
dumbass. Pay attention. Okay, one day at Sam?s, I got kind of bored and
started trying to watch TV, only Sam had the cable turned off before she
left.? She pointed with the toe of one sneaker. ?Instead I found this
old VCR and a box of tapes.?
?And??
?And,? she said, ?I was bored, and alone, and the tapes were nothing but
scenes of one girl after another. There's even some nude scenes in
there.? She shrugged again. ?So I beat off. When I did, I turned into a
girl.?
?But you are a girl.?
This time she really did growl. Small as she was, she still looked
scary. ?I wasn't. I changed.?
?That?s crazy.?
She shrugged. ?Yeah. But it happened." She tilted her head to the side,
a stray bit of brown hair curling against her dimpled cheek. ?You know,
the actress is gay.?
?What?" I felt like the conversation had taken one more crazy turn. In
fact, this conversation was all crazy turns.
?The actress. This actress.? She ran her hands down her sides. ?She's a
lesbian.?
?You mean you're...? I searched for the right words. ?Into girls??
Apparently this was the most hilarious thing ever said. For almost a
minute, the girl nearly choked with laughter. ?Oh, hell yeah,? she said
when she got her breath back. ?I'm into girls every way you can think
of. I love to get in their pants and...? She slapped a hand against her
own leg. ?In their pants.?
?I'm lost,? I admitted. It was an understatement. If a giant rabbit had
walked in the room at that moment, it wouldn't have made the morning any
stranger. ?What are we doing here??
?That's easy,? said the girl. She made that grin I'd loved so much in
the movie. ?I've been a girl a bunch of times now, and I want to see
what it's really like.?
?What do you...? I started, then I swallowed hard as the girl grabbed
the bottom of her shirt and quickly peeled it over her head. As I
already knew from hands on experience, she wasn't wearing a bra.
She looked down, more strands of brown hair escaping her short ponytail
and framing her face. "They're small, but they're still kinda hot." She
cupped a boob with each hand and gave them a jiggle. "Don't you think?"
I nodded. I don't think I was even capable of saying words.
She reached down and opened the button at the top of her jeans. "You
want to do it in a chair?" she said. "Like in the movie?"
?Um...?
Juno stood and started wiggling out of her jeans. She wasn't wearing any
panties, either. ?I've been in like a dozen different girl?s bodies,?
she said. ?And I still haven't gotten to really try one out. I mean, of
course I've done it for myself. I've probably done it a hundred times
now, but that's not the same thing." She tried to pull off the jeans,
realized she still had her shoes on, and sat down to wrestle them off ?
which gave me a pretty incredible view. ?Chair, or bed?? She asked.
?Ch...? I started, but kind of choked mid-word. I swallowed hard and
tried again. ?Chair.?
She flashed a smile at me and waved toward the big recliner in the
corner of the room. I walked over to it on shaky legs. I think all my
blood was concentrated in one area. I even felt kind of dizzy and light-
headed.
Crazy dream. That was the phrase that kept running through my mind. One
helluva crazy dream. Oh, and I was also thinking ?please god, don't let
me wake up yet."
The girl finished working her way out of her jeans, stood, and walked
toward me. She was absolutely naked, and absolute tiny perfection. She
swept one hand through her hair, knocking the scrunchee at the back of
her head away and turning the ponytail into a loose brown shag that
swung around her head. Exactly as I had imagined. She stopped just a
step away and held her arms out to her sides. ?Well??
I had to swallow again. ?What?"
She nodded toward my lap. ?Aren't you going to get undressed??
?Oh. Right.? I ignored my T-shirt and went straight for my jeans, but
the whole process of getting them off seemed a lot more complicated than
I remembered. By the time I got the jeans unbuttoned, Juno was helping
me out, her small fingers working at the zipper. I barely had the jeans
to my knees before she reached into the front of my Hanes and pulled me
free.
?There you are,? she said excitedly. ?I never touched one of these.
Well, except for mine.? Her fingers gave me a sudden squeeze, and I was
just one moment away from shooting my load immediately.
She glanced up at my face. ?God, Jim, from in here you seem kind of...
huge.? Her fingers slid slowly along the shaft of my cock, causing me to
shiver. Then she abruptly let go and leaned back. ?This seems kind of
gay. Maybe we shouldn't do this after all.?
The look of disappointment on my face must have been epic. Juno laughed.
?Don't worry. I'm only kidding."
She climbed up onto the chair so that her knees were on the vinyl and
her small feet were behind her. My legs were pressed almost together to
allow her to straddle me. I could hear my rapid heartbeat pounding in my
ears. Behind that drumbeat was the barely audible noise from the TV as
the tape jumped from Gilmore Girls to some movie. Every muscle in my
body strained to hold still as this tiny girl raised herself up, then
slowly started to lower herself onto me.
It wasn't quite as neat as in the movie. We sort of slipped out of line
on the first try, then the girl reached under herself, grabbed me again,
and held me in place while she tried a second time. I hit the target. I
restrained myself for about half a second, then bucked my hips up,
pushing deep into her. The hand that had been on my boner came free, and
she reached out, grabbed my right hand, and pressed it to one of her
small tits.
She threw her head back and began to bounce up and down. ?I'm a girl,?
she said in a breathy voice. ?I'm a girl. I'm a fucking, little, girl.?
Her brown eyes closed. A flush spread to her cheeks. The chin-length
brown hair swung around her face as she rose and fell, rose and fell.
I was not a virgin. I'd had sex three times before ? five if you count
oral ? but this wasn't sex. This was a sex fantasy. This was a girl I'd
lusted after on screen showing up at my house, leading me away, and
offering to climb on my dick as soon as we were alone. All the nonsense
she'd said only made it seem more like a dream.
So it really wasn't my fault that about one minute into this thing, I
could feel myself swelling toward climax. Juno was moving quickly now,
pounding up and down fast enough to make the recliner dance on the
floor, her little ass slapping down on each stroke, her movements still
punctuated by the gasped words. ?I. Am. A. Fuck. Ing. Girl.? I thought
that maybe if I held out just a little longer, we might reach it
together. Then I stopped thinking completely.
I arched my head back, threw my hips up, lifted her up so quickly I
would have tossed her into the air if we weren't so tightly locked
together, and came like there was no tomorrow. I saw her hair fly back
from her face, saw her chin go up, saw her mouth open in an ?O? of
surprise.
It barely seemed strange that at that moment the room filled up with
crackling blue-white light. And then darkness.
Someone shook me by the shoulder. ?Hey, Jim, you in there??
I felt as sleepy as I'd ever felt. Dream. It had all been a dream after
all. One really, really. REALLY good dream. For a second, I tried to
fall back into sleep, hoping that the dream might continue. But before I
could slip away, that hand was back at my shoulder. ?Jim??
?All right, mom. I'm...? I stopped there, because my sleepy brain
suddenly realized two things. First, that my mom was gone, second that
the voice talking to me didn't sound like my aunt. Third, that my voice
didn't sound like me.
My eyes opened, and found a girl with weird purple hair looking down at
me. One corner of her mouth lifted in a lopsided grin. ?Hey there.
Welcome back.?
?Who...? I stopped, swallowed at the squeaky sound of my voice, and
tried again. ?Who are...? Another swallow. ?You??
The purple-haired girl tapped one finger against her forehead. ?Still
Chuck,? she said. ?Just changed models.?
Chuck. I turned my head slightly to the left. I was in Chuck?s room. In
Chuck?s chair. I remembered well enough how I had gotten there, but
where had this girl come from? ?Where's Juno??
Purple-hair rolled her big brown eyes. ?You're really having trouble
with this, aren't you??
I started to reply, but as the girl leaned away from me, I noticed that
she was topless. And bottomless. And the neat strip of hair between her
legs was as purple as the hair on her head. ?Uhhh...? was kind of all I
could manage.
She saw where I was looking, glanced down at herself, and laughed. Then
looked back at me. ?Damn. I love this body.? She tossed her head,
shaking the purple hair and making a kind of half dance step, then
pressed her boobs together with the sides of her arms. ?Going from Juno
to Ramona is like hopping out of a VW bug and into a Ferrari.?
?Ramona?" I started to sit up, but everything felt wrong. The room did a
little dip and spin around my woozy head.
?Yeah.? She slid one hand along the smooth skin of her taut stomach and
cocked her hips to the side. ?Ramona Flowers at your service. From the
Scott Pilgrim movie.?
?You?re... Ramona Flowers.?
The girl rolled her brown eyes again. ?No, idiot. I'm still Chuck. I
just look like Ramona Flowers.?
?That?s not...? More squeaky. I tried to clear my throat, and even that
was squeaky. I reached for my throat, and as I did I saw my hand.
?...possible.? I finished in a voice that trailed off to nothing. A cold
feeling came over me.
I turned my hand over in front of my face. Small, slender fingers. I
could feel and see goosebumps break out over my skin. The small fingers
were attached to a smooth, small hand, which led to a slender wrist,
which disappeared into the sleeve of my T-shirt. ?Chuck?? I said softly.
?Yup.?
?You're really Chuck??
The girl who looked like a naked Ramona Flowers nodded. ?Now do you
believe me??
I turned my hand back and forth. ?I think I have to.? Now my voice was
little more than a whisper. I reached up to the side of my head, and my
hand came back with what seemed like a yard of thick, straight brown
hair. Somewhere deep down in my head, I head a voice saying ?uh oh.?
Stay tuned for Chapter Two
Bess
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