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A New Reality by Karen Beth (Karen Elizabeth L.) To say that my sister Karen and I don't get along is an understatement. She's fourteen and I'm fifteen, but to me, she's a bratty little kid who's always getting me in trouble with our parents. She always managed to know when I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing and made sure that our parents found out. Of course I happily returned the favor my telling our parents things like when I caught her sucking face with Jack, one of the senior guys from the high school we went to and how she put makeup on as soon as she got on the school bus. She got a lecture about the makeup but I struck gold with the sucking face story - she was grounded for two whole weeks! Karen managed to get me grounded more times than I can count and I was all set to take revenge on her when one Saturday, she walked into my room saying that she had something really awesome to show me. "You're gonna be so sorry." She smirked the second that she walked into the room. "I know all about how you were going to get one of your stupid friends to call me and pretend that he was Jack and ask me to meet him after school. It would have been a good set up but your friends don't know when to keep their mouths shut." "Screw it," I shrugged. "There will be other, better plans. I'll make you look so pathetic that you'll never get a date." I knew that was hitting below the belt; Karen spent tons of time on the phone with her girlfriends giggling and carrying on about which guys were cute and how they couldn't wait until they were allowed to date. Instead of turning red and screaming at me, Karen just smiled. "That's never gonna happen," She giggled as she tossed a stone up and caught it again. "Cause you're not gonna be around to spy on me and your stupid friends aren't going to want anything to do with a silly little girl." Her smile looked downright evil as she clutched the stone as hard as she could. "It's bye bye Bobby and hello Brooke time!" I suddenly felt dizzy. Karen held me steady and eased me down on my bed. Everything looked fuzzy for a few seconds and when I could focus again I didn't know where I was. Instead of sports posters on my walls and trophies on my dresser, there were posters of kittens and ballerinas on the walls and trophies of ballerinas on my dresser. "Your room's so cute, Brooke." Karen giggled. "What really makes it great is that it's exactly the way you asked mom and dad to decorate it!" It couldn't be my room. Instead of the Captain's bed with a pull out drawer underneath, I was sitting on a four poster bed with pink sheets. I'd never have such sissy stuff in my room. "What's going on?" I heard a little girl ask. "Where am I, what happened?" Karen helped me up and walked me over to the full length mirror on a closet door. "I got tired of having a nasty brother so I decided to make a little, well actually a big change." She told me as I stared at the pretty little girl in the mirror. I moved my arm and so did the girl in the mirror, I wiggled my fingers and so did she, and when I looked at Karen to see why she seemed so tall, the little girl did the same. I wanted to scream at Karen and demand answers but all I could seem to do was to giggle and twirl in the fancy dress I was wearing. "Isn't my dress pretty Karen?" I asked anxiously. "I can't wait for the party so everyone can see how pretty I look in it!" I knew that mom and dad were planning a big party to renew their wedding vows for their upcoming twentieth anniversary and I knew that I had a new suit to wear for the occasion yet it didn't seem real. What did seem real was that Karen and I were going to wear matching dresses for the occasion and I couldn't wait! "You're going to look so pretty Brooke." Karen smiled as she kissed my head (Since when was she taller than me?). "Mom's gonna let you wear pantyhose just like me so you can be a big girl!" I started to smile at the thought of being all dressed up like Karen but somehow I managed to push the ridiculous thought aside. "I don't know what's going on, but mom and dad are gonna go nuts when they find out!" "What's to find out?" Karen asked pretending that nothing was wrong. "You, me, and mom picked out the dresses last week, you were so excited that you just had to show dad how pretty you looked as soon as we got home." "You're nuts, I would never do something that stupid!" "Think about it." Karen smiled. As soon as she said those words, the memories flooded into my head. just like Karen said, I went with her and mommy (When did mom become "mommy?) shopping. We went to several stores and I could clearly remember standing in a dressing room, wearing a tee shirt and panties while mommy helped me try on different dresses. If that wasn't bad enough, I also remembered how happy I was to rush out and model every single dress for my big sister! "But that's not possible," I groaned. "I'm a boy." "Are you sure?" Karen pointed to the pretty little girl in the mirror wearing a fancy dress. "You don't look like a boy. Do boys wear that kind of dress, or any kind of dress? Do boys wear ponytails with pink ribbons in them?" "How?" I asked softly. "How'd you do this?" She held out the stone. "This, my sweet little sister, is a wishing stone. I once read about how people used to believe in such things and thought it was all nonsense until I ran across this on the beach last week. The stories said that if this is used on the second blue moon of the month, when the Earth, Venus, and the moon were aligned, reality could be changed." She opened the closet door and I couldn't believe it, all of my jerseys, sneakers, and sports stuff were gone, replaced by girl's stuff - blouses, dresses, skirts, and a uniform worn by the girls in the local elementary school. She laughed as I opened a dresser drawer and found nothing but tee shirts and panties for little girls. I saw a little girl's purse hanging from a hook and felt sick to find a Hello Kitty wallet with a picture of Karen and me in our school uniforms. Just when I thought I was imagining everything she handed me a piece of paper. "Recognize your birth certificate?" It looked real but it couldn't be. It showed my right birthday but it was for a girl named Brooke Marie Jackson rather than Robert Michael Jackson. "Okay, you win, I apologize for everything, just change me back, please?" I begged. "Sorry Brooke, no can do," Karen grinned. "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, it won't be possible for another six years when the alignment and the Blue Moon happen again. Get used to it, your days of tormenting me are over, be nice and six years from now, I may change you back. For now, you're my eight year old sister and you'll grow up as a girl." "Please Karen, don't do this to me!" Relax sis, I made sure that you'll be okay. Everything is going to be as if you were born a girl. You have a whole bunch of girlfriends, you'll act just like any other eight year old girl, and you'll have all the memories of growing up as Brooke Marie Jackson. Of course I'm not a saint so, just to make sure you suffer, you'll also occasionally remember being Bobby but you'll have the same feelings about stuff as any other little girl." "Time for your bath Brooke," I heard mommy call from downstairs. "Hang up your dress so it stays nice for the party." "Let's go sis," Karen grinned. "Grab some panties and your nightgown, I'm in charge of giving you baths." Without having to think about it I went to my dresser, chose a pair of day of the week panties and a pink ruffled nightgown with Belle, a Disney princess on it. I suddenly felt very good and realized that I had chosen nylon panties because Karen wore that type and I wanted to be a big girl like her and that, like every other girl my age, I also wanted to be a Disney princess. In the bathroom, Karen smiled as I took off my dress, hung it on a hanger, and then placed my panties in the hamper. I had wanted to rip the dress off and toss it in the trash but I just couldn't, I liked the dress way too much to mess it up. I looked in horror at my flat crotch. My penis was gone, my nuts were gone, not even a single pubic hair; there was nothing there but puffy lips,. I wanted to scream but the feeling vanished so fast I couldn't believe it. "Good girl," Karen gestured to a tub filled with bubbles. "Now get in and I'll get you all nice and clean." It was like I had no will power, I giggled and stepped into the tub and then sat there like a good little girl while the sister I had despised gave me a bath. "That tickles," I giggled as Karen lifted me out of the tub by holding me under my arms. "Sorry," she teased as she blew raspberries on my belly. "Is that better?" "Please tell me this isn't really happening," I gasped in between peals of laughter. "This has to be a bad dream; it must've been the pepperoni and hot sausage on the pizza I ate." "Nope, it's all real." Karen smiled as she helped me balance so I could step into my panties. "You're my eight year old sister Brooke now and I just gave you a bath and some raspberries too." "Pretty please turn me back?" I pleaded. "I'll be a good girl, I mean boy." "I told ya, you're stuck this way for six years. If you behave, I might let you be a boy again after that but I'm not promising anything." Karen told me as she lowered my nightgown over my head. As soon as the nightgown was on, I was back to being an eight year old girl again. "Okay, I'll be good, I promise." I said as I gave her a hug. It was real, real important to me that Karen was happy. After all, she was the bestest big sister in the whole world! After a goodnight kiss, Karen tucked me into bed and I fell asleep dreaming about ballet class and how I was going to visit my friend Mandy the next day. I always had fun with Mandy, sometimes we played board games or watched Disney movies but what was the mostest fun was when we played dress up with clothes that her older sister or mommy didn't want anymore. The next morning Karen came into my room to helped me get dressed for church but I insisted on picking out my own dress, socks and shoes. "I'm a big girl," I insisted as I pulled the dress over my head. "I could use some help zipping it up though." "Looks like your adjusting pretty well Brooke." Karen laughed as she zipped up my dress. "What's adjusting mean?" I asked as I carefully buckled my pretty patent leather shoes. "It means that you're getting used to being a girl." "That's silly Karen," I giggled. "I am a ... ., oh crap, I forgot for a minute." Karen carefully brushed out my long blonde hair. "It won't be long before you have to think real hard to remember that you used to be a boy. Wearing pretty dress, taking ballet lessons, and wanting to be a Disney Princess will all seem normal to you." I wanted to argue with her but it felt so good to have my hair brushed and I really seemed to like the pretty dress I was wearing. I was a little scared to go to church, what if someone recognized me? What if I ran into one of my friends, I'd never live it down if they saw me dressed up like a little girl. Karen seemed to tell that something was bothering me. "Don't worry, everyone knows you as Brooke Marie, no one remembers a boy named Bobby." "But what if my friends see me?" "They'll be happy to see their friend Brooke, after all, you're going to play with Mandy this afternoon, right?" "Not them, I mean the guys I used to hang out with." "Now why would fourteen year old boys notice an eight year old girl?" Karen asked. As soon as she said that, all of my worries vanished. I was Brooke Marie, eight year old daughter of Ken and Leslie Jackson, friend to Mandy, Linda, Carly, and a bunch of other girls, as well as little sister to a great girl named Karen. "Oh yeah, we're gonna have lots of fun." I giggled. "She has all kinds of neat games and lots of clothes to play dress up." I couldn't believe I had said anything that retarded and pushed that stupid idea out of my head. Before we left the house I had vowed that I'd never go anywhere near the girls that were supposed to be my friends. I was stuck in some sort of weird dream and I wasn't about to give in to it. All my resolve vanished the instant I saw the girls. "Can I go see my friends, mommy? I'll stay close, I promise!" I asked excitedly. "Go ahead sweetie," mommy said. "But we have to go in soon." I rushed over to my friends and joined in a group hug. "Your dress is so cute!" I gushed to Linda. "Wait until you see the one I'm gonna wear to my parent's party. Karen has one just like it and I'm gonna get to wear pantyhose just like her!" "Pantyhose"? Mandy sighed. "I wish I could wear pantyhose like a grown up girl instead of the tights my mom makes me wear all the time." "It's only for the party," I explained sadly. "I have to wear knee socks most of the time or tights when I get dressed up." Suddenly I froze. Two of my former friends were walking right towards me. If they recognized me, my life was over. My heart nearly stopped beating but the guys looked at me and my girlfriends, laughed at what they thought were a couple of silly little girls and kept walking. I wasn't sure if I should've been happy or not. I followed my family into the church and picked up one of the booklets for that day's service. Everything looked so confusing! There were so many big words that I never saw before even though I'd read through the book just the past Sunday. I found myself hoping that there might be some nice pictures for me to look at but there weren't any. I sadly put the book down and sat back not sure what I was going to do when mommy handed me a book. "You can look at this one Brooke, it has lots of nice pictures." She told me. I took the book and opened it up; there were bunches of nice pictures of Jesus and other people who were wearing funny clothes. I still didn't know very many words but it was nice to look at the pictures. "Want me to tell you what the pictures are about?" Karen asked. "Uh huh, the people look funny and there are too many big words." I smiled and handed Karen the book as I sat next to her. It was way better than having to stay in the back of the church in a room with all the little kids and babies. I was so lucky to have such a nice sister! After church I rushed to my room to change into play clothes so mommy could take me to Mandy's house. "Karen, I can't reach the buttons on my dress, can you help me?" I asked as I walked into her room. Karen was standing there in her underwear hanging up the dress she wore. "Sure Brooke, hold still." I held very still like a good girl so Karen could unbutton my dress. There was a time when I would've killed to see Karen in just a bra and panties and to get a picture of her that way, but now, I just wanted to look as pretty as she did when I grew up. "Thank you Karen," I said politely. Mommy and daddy tell me that I should always be polite but since Karen is so nice, I would be polite to her anyhow. I put on pink shorts and a pink top that had a unicorn on it. I liked unicorns cause I they look like special ponies and I just love ponies! Next I put on my pink striped sneakers and white socks before going back to Karen's room so she could brush my hair and put pretty barrettes in it. "Have a good time Brooke," Karen said as I got in the car with mommy. "Be good!" "You're a silly goose Karen," I laughed. "I'm always a good girl, right mommy?" "Of course you are honey," Mom smiled. "I have two very pretty and very good girls that I'm very proud of!" Hearing mommy say that Karen and I were pretty and good girls made me feel so happy. For all of a couple of seconds. Then I realized that I was supposed to be a fifteen year old boy hanging with his buds, not an eight year old girl on her way to play dress up and watch Disney movies with her girlfriends. At first I was furious. Karen had someone changed me into a little girl, a little girl who enjoyed wearing pretty dresses, getting her hair brushed, and playing with other little girls. I should be starting the tenth grade in a few weeks but instead, I was going to be in the second grade. I was thinking of taking advanced classes but now I couldn't even read the words in a book at church, I had to look at pictures and have Karen, miserable, rotten Karen, explain them to me like a helpless little kid! It was a horrible feeling knowing that I actually was a helpless little kid. I had read the booklets in church hundreds of time, I had taken tests that would allow me to take advanced classes like, um , well I was going to take some kind of classes but I couldn't seem to remember the names of then, yet I couldn't remember a single thing from any of my classes or the tests I'd taken. I tried to remember really simple stuff like multiplication tables but I couldn't. All I could remember was mommy telling me that in the second grade, I was going to learn how to do stuff like multiply and divide numbers and read big words, words with bunches of letters in them! Crap, even while I was sorting things out in my head, I found myself thinking like a kid. Bunches of letters, multiplying and dividing, and thinking of my mother as mommy! Karen had really messed with my head, no doubt about it. The instant I thought of mom and Karen though, I was back to eight years old. Mommy was taking me to my girlfriends and Karen would give me my bath later. I wondered if she'd try to tickle me again and blow raspberries on my belly? I sure hoped so. Weird, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep thinking of myself as a boy. If I concentrated as hard as I could, I could remember for a few minutes, as soon as I relaxed for a split second though, I was Brooke Marie Jackson, an eight year old girl. "Are you okay?" I heard mommy ask. "You look like you're thinking real hard." I wanted to tell mommy all about what had happened to me but it seemed silly. I know I'm a girl so why would I think that I used to be a boy? "Do you think I'll be as pretty as Karen when I'm grown up?" "Of course you will," Mommy smiled and squeezed my hand, making me feel all kinds of good. "You're every bit as pretty as Karen was at your age." "I'm lucky to have such a great big sister," I giggled. "Karen helps me with my dresses and brushes my hair and makes it look so pretty! I couldn't believe I was saying things like that but still, something told me that I meant it. I had a lot of fun at Mandy's; we watched bunches of movies, all about Disney princesses of course, played some games, and when Carly came over, the three of us played dress up in Mandy's princess dresses! Sometimes we'd put on a pretty gown and pretend that we were models; we'd walk around the room and the other girls would clap and cheer, it was really fun and I was sad when mommy came to pick me up. "Why don't you invite the girls over to swim?" Mommy suggested. "You girls only have a little while before school starts, why not have a pool party?" There was no way I was going to wear a little girl's bathing suit and play around with these girls, I thought but the next thing I knew I was asking the girls to come over the next day so we could swim in my family's great big pool! I was so excited about wearing a pretty new bathing suit that mommy bought me and mommy promised to make us some Rice Krispie treats and Smores. Of course the party was great, all of my girlfriends showed up and we has tons of fun giggling and splashing each other. Karen even spent a little time throwing each of us into the pool! That was pretty much the way the rest of the summer went, spending time playing games with my girlfriends at the park and their houses, sometimes going to movies with mommy or daddy or Karen, and of course going to ballet class. Uh huh, it turns out that I'd been taking ballet lessons since I was five years old and really liked it. I paid attention to what my teacher said and was one of the best girls in the class! I liked ballet so much that mommy would take me to see different ballets and I'd dream of being a ballerina when I grew up. Of course, whenever we went, I always wore a really pretty dress because it made me feel so pretty, just like the ballerinas in their ballet dresses and tutus. By the time school started I was excited. I was gonna learn all kinds of fun stuff like multiplying and dividing, and my reader would have much better stories in it than my first grade reader did. Best yet, three of my girlfriends would be in the same homeroom with me. I was up early for my first day of second grade and got dressed almost all by myself. I put on my skirt and zipped it up, then my white blouse with what mommy called a Peter Pan collar which was silly cause Peter Pan was a boy. I pulled on my knee socks and put on my shoes but had to ask Daddy to tie them for me since I still wasn't real good at tying them. Mommy walked me to my bus stop and watched as I rushed to see my girlfriends. We stood in a little bunch talking and giggling about things we did over the summer and what second grade would be like. When the bus came, I waved goodbye to mommy and hurried to get a seat with my friends. It wasn't until the bus started to move that I realized that I had spent the last part of the summer as a little girl and was on my way to second grade wearing a skirt and blouse and carrying a pink book bag. I had gone to slumber parties, pool parties, played hopscotch and jacks, and dreamed of being a princess, just like Belle or Cinderella. I should have been starting high school in a pair of pants and a shirt, not starting second grade in a skirt and blouse. It was creepy, like I was watching a movie about a little girl growing up and I was the star. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of being excited to start second grade. There would be all kinds of new things to learn, some of my girlfriends would be in my homeroom and I could see the others at recess. Wearing a skirt wasn't bad, I had skirts and sundresses that I wore in the summer and I already knew how to sit so that boys couldn't look up my skirt. Second grade was really fun, just like I thought it was going to be. I learned to multiply and divide big numbers and what fractions were and even how to tell time. In English I learned about things called Adjectives. and even how to write a friendly letter. One of the best parts of second grade wasn't really about school but was mommy and daddy's big party. It happened just a month after school started and I was so excited about it that I was having trouble concentrating. I tried real hard though since I promised mommy, daddy, and Karen that I'd be a good girl and get really good grades, just like I did since I was in nursery school. The Saturday before the big party, mom, Karen, and me went shopping for some last minute stuff mom thought we would need. I was surprised when the first place we went to was Claire's - I was going to get my ears pierced! A lot of my friends had pierced ears but mom said that she thought that I might still be too young. It sort of made me sad, since like I said, a whole bunch of my friends had pierced ears and I was afraid that I'd be the only girl in second grade without pierced ears. I didn't want the other girls to tease me but if mommy said I should wait, then I'd be a good girl and wait. Now she was saying that I should get my ears pierced so that I could wear big girl earrings for the party, just like Karen. Mommy picked out earrings that were just like the ones Karen would wear; they'd match our dresses and everyone would think we were the prettiest girls at the party! I had to sit on a stool that was so high that I had to climb up on it. Mommy said it would sting a little so she held one of my hands while Karen held the other. Two ladies put funny looking guns against my ears and all of a sudden I heard two popping sounds. "How do you like them?" Mommy asked as she held up a mirror. "Oh mommy, they're beautiful! I can't wait to show my friends!" I gushed as I looked at my pretty new earrings. Hold on a second, I suddenly thought. I just got pierced ears and now I'm wearing really girly looking earrings. This can't be right, I'm a fifteen..., I'm the luckiest eight year old girl in the whole world! I have pierced ears, I'm gonna wear a pretty dress with real stockings, just like Karen! No, I can't do that. I'm not a little girl. I have to fight these stupid thoughts, I can't let Karen win. But Karen's my big sister and she's the best sister in the whole world! No, she's evil. She's turned me into a little girl and is making me think and act like one. That's silly, I am a girl, of course I think like one. No, I'm a ... , I'm a girl, I like ballet, I like kittens and puppies, I like ballet, I like pretty dresses, and I love my big sister! Crap, no matter how hard I try, I can't overcome what Karen's done to me. I can't even convince myself that I'm a boy and it's only been a month, what will I be like by Christmas? I lost another battle but it was getting to where I didn't care. I seemed to really be getting into all of this girl stuff. I just got my ears pierced which wasn't too bad since a lot of guys had pierced ears. The problem was that a lot of guys didn't wear the cute earrings I was wearing or the cute ones mommy let me pick out to wear for special occasions. I was sitting there wearing a denim skirt, a pink top, and pink flip flops and I fit right in with all the other girls in the store. If that wasn't bad enough, I was looking at how they were dressed and wanted to ask mommy if she'd buy me pretty clothes like some of the other girls wore. After I got my ears pierced we went to the girl's department of a big store in the mall. I tried to stay out of it but I couldn't, there were so many pretty things and I really, really wanted to play dress up in them. "I wanted to wait until this sale," Mommy said as we walked past all of the pretty clothes. "You girls will both need shoes for the party and I saw some here that would be perfect." Mommy showed me a pair of dark blue shoes that would match the color of my dress. "Sit down and put these on first Brooke," She said as she handed me something that look like a stocking foot. "They'll keep the shoes from rubbing your feet." It felt so nice when I had the little foot things on. "Is this what it will be like to wear big girl stockings?" I asked, feeling all excited. "It sure is," Karen grinned. "But it's going to feel better cause you'll have stockings all the way up." "I can't wait," I giggled as I rubbed my feet. Mommy slid the shoes on my feet and helped my stand up. "These have a little heel on them so be careful," she told me as she held my hand. "Take small steps to get used to them." Wow, I was going to wear big girl stockings and shoes with a heel, it was like being a grown up girl! I held mommy's hand and carefully walked around. It felt a little funny to wear shoes like that but I just knew I was going to love it. Mommy had another surprise for me, a trip to the beauty shop the day before the party. Karen and I were going to get something called a perm to make our hair look all pretty and curly. I was scared out of my wits when mom helped me into the chair at the beauty shop. I wasn't a sissy or some sort of freak. I didn't belong there yet there I was, a pink cape draped over me while my hair was being set in curlers. Of course, how I really felt didn't matter as stupid girl feelings washed over me. I was having so much fun, a nice lady washed my hair and then put my hair in curlers, just like Karen and mommy did when they wanted to look pretty. When she was all done, my hair was curly and looked so pretty that I couldn't stop looking in the mirror and giggling. "I can't wait for the party," I squealed happily. "I'm gonna be the prettiest girl there!" "What about us?" Karen and mom pretended to be mad at me. "We'll be there too. Are we supposed to be the ugly stepsisters?" "Oh no, we'll all be the most beautiful princesses at the party!" The next day was kinda crazy at our house; mommy, Karen, and me were running around, taking baths, fixing our hair and getting dressed. Mommy was so pretty in her wedding gown, she said that Karen and I can use it when we get married and I can't wait to be a beautiful bride. When it was time to get dressed, I sat down on my bed while Karen showed me how to put on pantyhose. "It's not that hard," she said as she showed me how to roll them up and put one leg on at a time. "It's just like putting on tights but you have to be a lot more careful." I watched her put on hers and then did everything just like she showed me. When I got them all the way up, I felt so great, I was a big girl wearing stockings! Karen and I both got to wear pretty slips under our dresses, Karen said that it was because the petticoats that were part of the dresses might be a little scratchy and the slips would protect our legs. I didn't care, the slips were so pretty that I'd wear one under my school uniform! After Karen zipped up my dress she put a little makeup on me. It felt so funny to have lipstick on but I loved the way it made me look, almost like a grown up girl! When she surprised me by spraying a little perfume on me I couldn't resist giving her a great big hug. "Calm down Brooke," she laughed as she pried me off her. "We have to keep our dresses looking just right for the party." "I can't help it," I giggled. "You're the nicest big sister I could ever want!." "And you're the nicest little sister I could ever want," she smiled as she smoothed out our dresses. The party was so much fun, everyone told me that I looked so much like mommy and Karen and how, in a couple of years, Karen would have to watch out since all of her boyfriends would want to go out with me. We both laughed at how silly that was but later, Karen teased me and said that I better leave her boyfriends alone. "But I don't like boys," I tried to tell her. "They're rude, silly, and have cooties too!" "Don't worry Brooke," she smiled. "In a couple of years you'll change your mind. Especially cause boys are gonna be camped out in our front yard to go on dates with you." God, I hope Karen changes me back before boys start taking an interest in me; I could just imagine how I'd feel when a boy held me and kissed me. It wasn't long before daddy asked me to dance with him. It was bad enough that I was all done up like some little sissy in front of everyone but I couldn't act like a sweet little girl and actually dance with my dad, right? "But I don't know how," I giggled as he took my hand and led me to where everyone was dancing. "That's okay sweetheart," he smiled. "I'll teach you. I want everyone to see how pretty my little girl is." I stood on daddy's shoes as he led me around the floor. Everyone smiled at us and soon, we were the only ones dancing! When the music ended, daddy led me back to my chair and gave me a kiss on the forehead. My girlfriends would be so jealous when I told them about dancing with daddy. After the party my life seemed to go by awfully fast. First it was Halloween (I went as a bride since all my girlfriends were going to be princesses), then Christmas when I got lots of cool things like a full set of Disney Princess movies, clothes, earrings from Karen, and a set of books called American Girl. The American Girl books were so great; stories about girls from the beginning of the country to something called the Civil War, and girls from modern times. Mommy, daddy, and Karen had to read them to me but I'll study real hard in school so that someday I can read them all by myself. I was doing a good job in school (mommy, daddy, and my teachers all said so) and I was having fun too. I paid attention in class and when it was time for recess and lunch, I'd get together with my girlfriends on the playground and play hopscotch or jump rope or just to sit around and talk about our favorite movies or a new outfit that we got. The boys would do silly things like chasing each other or jumping off the Monkey Bars; I couldn't help but think that it was so much better to be a girl! Of course, it was even better to be a girl when it was time to get our class pictures taken. The boys would wear a shirt and tie that their moms would buy for them, but we girls got to go shopping with our moms and try on lots of pretty dresses. Mommy and I shopped for a whole week before I decided that I wanted a cute pink and white dress with a pink bow at the neck. I was going to wear that with white knee socks and pink and white ribbons in my hair. I couldn't wait to see that picture hanging on the wall at home. By the time summer vacation came I was doing so good in my classes that some of the other kids called me the smartest girl in the second grade. At first it made me feel sort of funny to hear kids call me that but mommy, daddy, and Karen said that I shouldn't feel that way since I had worked hard to study all of my subjects which is why I got all A's on my report cards. After that, I didn't mind it if someone said I was so smart. What was really, really, really weird though was that I hadn't thought of myself as a teenage boy in months. I remembered being worried that guys I used to hang out with would recognize me when I was talking to my girlfriends one day before church and the horror I felt about getting my hair done for the party and having to dance with dad, but I couldn't remember anything about being a boy since then. I went to school in a cute (crap, I hate words like that but can't seem to stop using them) green and white plaid skirt, a white blouse, green knee socks, and saddle shoes. I took ballet lessons and loved them, I thought my sister Karen was so sweet and wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I'd gotten my ears pierced, my hair curled, and had worn a dress that matched Karen's to my parent's wedding vow renewal. I was called the smartest girl in my class yet I couldn't do anything other than stuff a kid could do. I never, ever wanted to be a girl yet the longer I stayed as a girl, the more I enjoyed myself and the less I could remember about being a boy. I was so lost thinking about all the weird stuff that I didn't notice Karen had walked into my room. "It's raining so you can't go to the park with your friends," she said as she sat next to me on the bed. "So I thought we could have a little fun." I saw she was holding a bottle of nail polish, a brush, and some curlers and wanted to freak out. No way was she going to use all of that sissy crap on me; I remembered who I was and wasn't going to put up with being a little sissy anymore! "Whatcha wanna do?" The words flowed out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I thought ya might wanna play beauty shop," Karen smiled and set all the stuff on my dresser. Oh crap, I was totally beaten! As Brooke, Beauty Shop was my most favorite game; I knew I'd end up feeling stupid and ashamed of it when I remembered being Bobby again but I couldn't resist, I loved it when Karen got me all prettied up and I just had to play the game.. Karen would put my hair in curlers, put nail polish on me, and show me how to do that stuff to her. I looked over at the stuff she had brought and my heart started to pound. "Can we have a fashion show too?" I practically begged. "I want to wear that dress I wore to mommy and daddy's party and I got a couple of new things I can't wait to wear!" Minutes later, I was sitting in a pink leotard while Karen painted my finger nails with pink polish. " I wish I could wear this to school," I sighed. "My nails look so pretty like this." "When you get to middle school you can wear nail polish," Karen said as she carefully applied the polish. "You'll be such a big girl then that you'll even start wearing training bras." "Mindy's sister's thirteen and she wears training bras, she's so lucky." "I started wearing them when I was eleven, mom did too, so you'll probably start then too." "Wow, eleven?" I asked excitedly. The thought of being able to wear a bra got me so worked up that all thoughts of being a boy flew right out the window. "Yep, when you're eleven you'll start to need to wear bras. Once you do, the boys will really notice you. You'll have to be careful not to step on their tongues." Karen and I talked all about my growing up while we did each other's hair and nails. It was so exciting to hear that I could wear bras and panties just like hers; I wouldn't be a little girl anymore so I wouldn't wear day of the week panties or even my favorite ones with Belle and the other princesses on them. I modeled my favorite dresses for Karen and even showed her how good I was at Ballet. She always clapped and told me how pretty I looked and what a great ballerina I was which made me feel just as good as when she blew raspberries on my belly when she gave me a bath. Bobby came back not long after we finished playing and I felt like a total dork but the feeling didn't last, school was out for the summer and I was having a great time playing and swimming with my girlfriends, taking Ballet lessons, and being the best little girl for mommy and daddy. I hate to admit it but being Brooke was becoming so much fun, I had tons of friends, mommy and daddy were so proud of me, and being Karen's little sister was the best thing in the whole wide world. Karen and I were so close, I would spend lots of time in her room listening to her talk about the things she did like going to school dances, and the crushes she had on boys. "Am I gonna like boys before I change back?" I found the courage to ask. "Probably," Karen grinned. "I started to think boys were cute just about the time I started getting breasts. Like I told you, that was when I was eleven. Since you won't change back until you're fourteen, you'll start thinking boys are cute. Wait until you start going to the middle school dances, you'll beg mom to let you wear stockings and even a little bit of makeup. When a cute boy looks at you, you'll get butterflies in your stomach!" I wanted to barf, for all of thirty seconds, then I got a really weird feeling - I liked the idea of a cute boy looking at me and even dancing with me! Karen had done one heck of a job on me; everything that I had done or liked as a boy was now reversed. I had been kind of a hell raiser as Bobby but as Brooke, I was the sweetest kid a parent could want. I had played on baseball teams since I was five, now I'd been taking Ballet lessons since I was five. As Bobby, I didn't care much about how I dressed but Brooke was very particular about her outfits, wanting to look as pretty as possible. Most importantly, I had sorta thought of myself as the best thing that could happen to a girl. I was sure I was hot and the girls at school dances were thrilled to have me ask them to dance. Now I was listening to Karen tell me about how boys would be lining up to dance with me and I couldn't wait. "You like the idea of dancing with a boy, don't you?" Karen prodded. "I can see the smile on your face." "I'm remembering how much fun I used to have at school dances," I insisted. "Besides, boys have cooties!" Good grief, I can't even stay focused for a single sentence. I hated the idea of dancing with a boy, but then again, I liked the idea of wearing something pretty and having a boy think that I was as pretty as Karen. Karen kept staring at me until I just couldn't take it anymore. "Will I be as pretty as you are?" I asked shyly. "You're going to be the prettiest girl in the whole world," Karen assured me. "I wasn't kidding when I told you that boys would be camped out in our front yard." I didn't know if I should cry or kiss her. I only hoped that by the time I was old enough to go to a dance, I'd still think that boys had cooties. After that I pretty much gave up hope that Karen would change me back before the six years were up. We talked about it a bunch of times but every time she told me that there wasn't anything that could be done; if I was a good girl she'd wish me back when I was fourteen but until then, I was her little sister Brooke. I did my very best to be a sweet little girl. Well actually, I didn't really have to try hard at all, I just seemed to be the sweetest, most adorable little girl ever. My friends thought I was great, their parents thought I was great, and my parents thought I was great. I was respectful, friendly, polite, studied hard and ended up becoming a heroine to all the other girls in my class. Even though I couldn't remember a thing about the classes I'd taken as Bobby, I seemed to be able to master any subject I took as Brooke. When we had spelling contests in class, I was not only the last girl standing, I was the last kid standing. No one, boy or girl could beat me. same for when we had quizzes and contests for arithmetic. The boys in my class looked at me as if I was some sort of monster; girls weren't supposed to be as smart as boys, they all believed that yet there wasn't a boy in my class who could spell, do math quizzes, or Geometry quizzes as well as me and because of that , like I said, the girls thought I was great. My ballet teacher was very impressed with my abilities too and I ended up right in front at the center of the stage, every time we had a recital. It was a little embarrassing at first but mommy, daddy, and Karen all told me that I shouldn't be embarrassed because I had worked so hard to learn my lessons. After that, I was thrilled to be dancing out in front in a pretty ballet dress or sometimes, when it was a really special show, I wore a tutu! Somehow I managed to get through third and fourth grade at the top of my class in school and in ballet lessons. I always had bunches and bunches of friends who thought I was great and I always helped them with studying or homework if they needed it. By the time I finished the fourth grade I was pretty much comfortable with being a girl. Actually, by then, I couldn't imagine being a boy. I had no interest in playing baseball or any other sport; I loved playing Hopscotch, jacks, and jump rope with my girlfriends. I loved taking ballet lessons, shopping with mommy, playing beauty shop with Karen, giving goodnight kisses to mommy, daddy, and Karen, wearing pretty dresses whenever I could. I couldn't wait until I could start wearing bras and makeup like Karen did. I wasn't sure about dancing with boys, sometimes I hated the idea but there were a couple of times when it sounded like fun. It was in fifth grade that I had to take what the school called Sex Education classes where I learned all about growing up to be a woman. It was kinda interesting learning all the strange stuff that was gonna happen like growing boobies, and getting a figure like older girls but I was like so grossed out when the teacher talked about having periods! I started noticing that I was sorta, kinda changing by the time fifth grade started. Fer instance, mommy no longer took me shopping in the same department anymore, instead I got clothes that looked a little different; no more Winnie the Pooh or unicorns on my outfits, and they seemed to fit a little different too. When I tried on pants they made my butt stick out. Mommy said that was okay because I was starting to get a figure and that I had a cute shape. One day, a coupla months after fifth grade started I felt a little sick. My belly ached and I sorta had cramps like I did if I ate something real spicy. I told mommy about it when I got home from school. She told me to go to the bathroom and check my panties to see if there was any blood on them. When I told her that there were a couple of drops, she got all happy, started hugging me, and said that her baby girl was growing up! Mommy told me that I was having my first period and was starting to become a woman. She gave me some pills that her and Karen used to make the cramps go away and then gave me a box that was all wrapped up with pink ribbon. "I've been saving this for you sweetie," she smiled. "My mother gave me a box just like this and I gave Karen hers when she had her first period." I slowly unwrapped the box to find tampons and a book that explained all about what was happening to me! "I heard about these in class but I'm not really sure how they work." Mommy was only too happy to show me how to use them. It was when I had my first tampon inside of me that I realized what was happening. I could get pregnant and have babies! It seemed like a long, long, time ago that daddy had told me all about the birds and the bees and how I should never do anything with a girl until we were married so that we wouldn't have babies. Now I was going to be on the receiving end and if I did stuff with a boy, I might be the one having a baby. Later, when I was alone with Karen, I told her that I was scared. "Don't worry Brooke," she said as she gave me a hug. "It's normal for girls your age to be scared when they get their first period, I know I was. You learned all about your body in school right, and I'm sure mommy gave you the same speech about doing anything with boys before your married." "Well," I sorta stammered. "Yeah and Daddy gave me the speech about doing it with girls a long time ago." "That's crazy, why would dad tell you that, you're not going to be messing around with? ." "Oops, I forgot." She got all red and embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, it's just that you've been such a great little sister that I forgot you used to be a boy." "It's okay, I kinda forgot myself," I shrugged. "It was hard to get used to at first but I've gone through three years now as Brooke and I don't think of it as a big deal anymore, ya know what I mean?" "Would it make you feel better if I said that I'm sorry?" "Thanks, but I guess I was a jerk." I smiled, trying to make her feel a little better. "I didn't know what a great sister you were." Karen must've gotten all worked up and shut her brain off for a few seconds. "And I never knew what a great sister you were either." She mumbled as she pulled me into a great big hug. "Uh, maybe that was because I used to be your brother?" I teased. "I really need to think before I say stuff, right?" "It's okay, I still think you're the greatest sister in the whole world." "You're such a doll, I wish I could change you back right now." I really had to think about what she said. Imagine, going back to being a teenage boy, no more wearing skirts to school, no more wearing dresses to church, and best of all, no more periods! Of course, things never quite worked out the way I thought. "That would be so cool!" I gushed happily. "If I was as teenager I could wear stockings, and makeup, and go on dates, and?" What the heck was I talking about? I'd be a teenage boy, no stockings, no makeup, and dates with girls, not boys. "What did you just say?" Karen's head nearly turned in a complete circle. "I don't think I said what I meant." I squeaked. "Tell me the truth Brooke or I'll tickle you till you cry!" she threatened. Without thinking I held my top down so she couldn't get to my belly and give me raspberries. Since my hands were busy with my top though, I couldn't protect my underarms; I ended up on her bed laughing and crying for mercy. "Are you going to tell me the truth?" She asked in between ticking me. "If you could turn back right now, would you want to?" "Sure," I laughed as I tried to push her hands away. "Then you wouldn't be tickling me!" Trying to push her hands away was a big mistake, it let her pull my top up and get to my belly where she gave me tons of raspberries! "The truth, Brooke Marie," she insisted. "Please stop, I'm gonna pee my panties!" "Just as soon as you tell me the truth!" "Okay, okay," I giggled. "I want to wait. I'd miss my girlfriends, and getting to wear stockings, and makeup, and ? ." "And dating boys?" Karen asked, getting ready for another round of raspberries. "I don't know if I want to date boys," I told her when I finally stopped laughing. "I'm still not sure if they have cooties or not." "Some boys definitely have cooties," she laughed, giving me a second to pull down my top and protect my belly. "Other boys ,like Mike Karr, are really sweet and lots of fun to be with; they'll make you feel so nice, especially when they kiss you." "Mike?" I asked, surprised. Mike had been one of the guys I used to hang out with, what was he doing with Karen? "What's so great about him, I thought you didn't like my old friends?" "Mike's dreamy," Karen sighed, a big smile coming to her face. "A lot's changed in the past couple of years; your old friends have grown up and aren't jerks anymore; especially Mike, he's got muscles and he's got to be the world's best kisser!" "Eww, you let Mike kiss you?" "I'd let Mike do anything he wants to me!" Karen laughed. "He's picking me up later to take me out, maybe you can say hi to him?" "He didn't even recognize me the time he saw me at church." I pouted. "What a poopy head!" "I sorta remember a certain little girl hoping he didn't recognize her." Karen teased. "Were you hoping he'd tell you how pretty your dress was?" I thought about it for a little bit; it would've been nice for Mike to tell me how pretty my dress was, I was so proud of how nice I looked that day. "I guess you're right, sometimes I'm just all mixed up." "Don't worry, when you switch back everything will make sense again." I hoped so cause like I said, I was really, really, really mixed up! When Mike picked Karen up that night, she made a point to call me over and introduce me to him. "This is my sister Brooke," she said while giving me a hug. "She's the best little sister in all the world!" Mike smiled and bent down so we were face to face. A couple of years ago, I was two inches taller than him but now I was way, way, shorter than he was. "Hi Brooke," he smiled and took my hand to shake it. "Wow, you've got big hands!" I said. I never noticed his hands before but now they seem gigantic. "The better to hug your sister with," he laughed and pretended to growl. "You better be careful," he teased Karen. "I might just dump you for Brooke, she's awfully cute!" How weird, I'd be the girlfriend of a guy that had been my best buddy, a guy that I'd chased girls with at one time, yet when Mike smiled at me and told me that I was cute, I started feeling kinda funny. Maybe Karen was right about how some boys could make a girl feel nice; Mike was sure making me feel nice! After her date, Karen and I spent lots of time talking about how sweet Mike was, how good it felt when he hugged her and what a great kisser he was. I'd never heard anyone say that about Mike before but what the heck, neither of us had actually gone on a date before I became Brooke. "Isn't there a dance at the middle school soon?" Karen asked. "I'll bet mom and dad would let you go and I'll help you pick out a cute outfit that will have the boys lining up to dance with you." I tried to stall but after a week's time Karen practically forced me to ask mommy and daddy to let me go to the dance. Mommy was all for it but daddy said he was worried that his little girl wasn't ready for dances yet. "But I'm not a little girl anymore!" I told him, surprising myself. "I'm eleven years old and in the fifth grade; besides, a bunch of my girlfriends are going, you don't me to look like a baby do you?" Daddy looked at mommy and then smiled at me. "I guess it's okay," he joked. "Like you said, you're eleven years old now, I wouldn't want you to be an old maid. You can go to the dance but no getting married until you're at least thirteen!" I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. "I love you daddy!" Thank heavens my period ended before the dance; it's not like I'd be dripping or anything gross like that, I just didn't want to have to run into the bathroom to change my tampon if a cute boy asked me to dance. Karen kept her word and helped me find a great dress for my first dance. the dress had dots of every possible color on it, short sleeves, something called a Scoop neck ( I guess cause it sorta gently curved down and back up again.), and it even had a cute black sash that tied in a bow on one side. "Mom said that you need something to wear with this," Karen said as she helped adjust the dress. "Since you're not a little girl anymore she thought this would make you feel more grown up." She reached into one of her drawers and surprised me with my very first bra! "It's beautiful Karen," I screamed. "You gotta show me how it goes on, I can't wait to show mommy!" "How about I show you?" Mommy asked as she walked into the room. I gave her the biggest, best hug I could manage! Mommy showed me what she thought was the easiest way to put on a bra - hook it in front, then turn it around. "The cups are padded to give you a little bit of a bust," she explained. "This isn't a little girl's dress so you have to look more grown up if you're going to wear it." I felt so pretty when I put my dress back on; I just knew it had to be the way a princess felt when she was all dressed for a ball. "The dress has sort of a built in petticoat to make the skirt stand out," mommy explained. "So you'll need to wear a slip under it." "Just like the dress I wore for the party?" "Sort of," Karen smiled as she pulled some things from her drawer. "This time, your slip will match your bra and panties, just like some of the bra and panty sets I have." I was out of my panties and into my new ones in a flash. They were the same silky material that I loved and when I pulled on the slip, I thought I was going to go crazy with the wonderful feelings I was having! "There's still something missing, don't you think mom?" Karen asked as she walked around me, pretending to be studying me. "You're right Karen," mommy agreed. "You can't go bare legged in that dress Brooke, but what color knee socks would go best with it?" "Knee socks, you can't make me wear knee socks! All of my girlfriends are going to wear stockings; they'll think I'm still a baby if I wear knee socks." Mommy laughed and handed me three packs of stockings. "Don't worry Brooke, Karen and I would never let such a beautiful princess got to a ball wearing knee socks. You're a young woman now and young women don't wear knee socks." "Can I wear makeup too?" I asked, hopefully. "Don't push your look little sister," Karen warned. "I couldn't even wear eye shadow until I was fifteen!" "Really?" Mom asked. "I vaguely remember a certain girl wearing lip gloss and blush to her first dance when she was Brooke's age." "That would be so cool mom, I know Mandy's mom's gonna let her wear lip gloss. I mean, if I can't ewer even lip gloss, I'll feel like such a baby." "Well Karen wore it and it didn't seem to hurt her so I don't see any reason why you can't wear a little gloss and blush," Mommy told me. "But you can't wear makeup for a little while yet, okay?" I'll bet mommy thought I would never stop hugging her! The big dance was still a coupla weeks away so Karen taught me all she could about how to dance and talk to boys. She said that the boys would probably be too shy to dance with the girls right away but there might be one or two brave enough and I'd need to know that stuff if I got asked to dance. We spent bunches of time in her room giggling and talking about boys, how silly they were but how much fun they could be too! I learned all kinds of stuff about Mike and was surprised that he and Karen had become very serious. Karen made me promise not to tell mommy and daddy that not only were she and Mike going steady, he'd even asked her to marry him and she said yes! "I'll fix you up with one of my cute friends as your partner for the wedding," she promised. "We're not going to get married till after college so there's lots of time to decide who you want as your partner." I felt really confused. Why would I want one of her cute friends to be my partner? "Mike's got a little brother named Jason," I told her. "Could he be my partner? He's so cute, all of the girls in my class think so." Karen didn't answer but stared at me kinda funny for a little while until I remembered. I should be an eighteen year old boy thinking of pretty girls, instead I'm an eleven year old girl who's just had her first period, is thrilled to be wearing training bras, and thinks another boy is cute. "Yeah, by the time Mike and I get married, you'll be a guy again." She said softly. "All of this will be just a memory." I almost cried. I didn't want it to be a memory. I was happy as Brooke Marie Jackson. I had lots of friends, I just loved wearing pretty clothes, and seeing how my body was changing when I took baths. Sure, I was gonna have periods every month but ya know what, that was okay cause it meant that someday I could be a mommy. Yep, I hadn't said anything to Karen but I had lots of dreams where I was a grown up lady with a husband and a little baby. My handsome husband, who just happened to be Mike's brother Jason, would give me a goodbye kiss before he went to work and then I'd wake up our little girl, change her, dress her in a cute outfit, and let her suck on my breasts for her breakfast. After she ate, I'd put her in her playpen while I cleaned the house and got dinner ready. When Jason got home from work he'd hold me tight, kiss me and tell me how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife and daughter. I was madly in love with Jason, he was madly in love with me, and we were both madly in love with our beautiful little girl. Sure, they were the typical dreams of a young girl but I'd been a girl long enough to have and enjoy dreams like that. I dreamed of pretty dresses, cute boys, gorgeous wedding gowns, and being a beautiful bride; being the partner of one of Karen's girlfriends when Karen got married just didn't interest me at all, I wanted to be standing near my pretty sister, wearing a beautiful bridesmaid dress with Jason as my partner! By the time the dance happened I was all set. I knew how to put on stockings, how to walk in heels (I couldn't wait to wear high ones like mommy and Karen but the ones I had were still awfully pretty), and how to dance with and talk to boys. My girlfriends and I were the prettiest girls at the dance if I do say so myself. They all had pretty new dresses, shoes, and of course wore stockings, just like me. We all wore just a little makeup, we all wanted to wear more but our parents wouldn't let us. How were we gonna get a cute boy to dance with us if we didn't look beautiful? Lucky for me and my girlfriends, the boys weren't as shy as Karen said they'd be. It only took a little while before a coupla of them came over and started talking to us. We all smiled and laughed at their silly jokes just like our sisters told us to do and pretty soon they asked us to dance. Dancing was like so much fun! At first we sorta danced together but apart, if ya know what I mean. I would be looking at the boy I was dancing with but we weren't touching or even holding hands. After some more dances though the music slowed down and the boys got brave enough to hold us as we danced. I gotta tell ya that dancing when a boy is holding me was like beyond cool, it was even better than dreamy! I mean this boy Carl took my hand (which made me almost pee myself), and walked me out to the dance floor. When we got there, he held one of my hands and put an arm around my waist. I put my free hand on his shoulder, got close, and let him lead me around just like Karen had taught me to do. Me and my girlfriends grinned at each other as we danced with the boys, I knew that as soon as the dance ended, we'd rush off to the girl's bathroom to talk about how great it felt! It was nice dancing with boys but halfway through the night, Jason walked over and asked me to dance with him. Mandy giggled and gave me a little push that I really didn't need. I mean there's just like no way I was gonna turn Jason down! Dancing with Jason was great; the first thing he did was tell me how nice I looked which made me blush so bad I thought the gym was gonna glow red. He didn't need to say anything else, I would've been very happy just to smile and stare at his cute face, but he managed to keep me laughing by talking about some of the classes we had together. I danced with some other boys after that but somehow, Jason kept popping up and asking me to dance. Soon the other boys took the hint and I ended up spending the rest of the dance with Jason. Of course, every time we went to the girl's room, my friends teased the heck out of me but I didn't care, after all, Jason wanted to dance with me, not them. The absolute bestest part of the evening though was when the dance was over, Jason offered to wait for me until Karen could pick me up. When I got into the car, Jason smiled, waved, and said that he was glad he got a chance to dance with me, and he did it all in front of every one of my girlfriends and some of the most stuck up girls in my class! I never missed a dance after that and neither did Jason. Sometimes, Mike and Karen would be together when it came time to pick us up so I got to sit next to Jason all the way home after the dances. I had the cutest guy in class to dance with and I got to talk to him on the way home after dances, what more could a girl ask for in this world? By the time I was fourteen, I had forgotten all about Bobby. I was Brooke, a pretty girl with lots of friends, both guys and girls. Lots of parents and their kids thought that I was the best babysitter they ever had so, along with the allowance that mom and daddy (Yeah, I thought that "mommy" was too babyish but daddy still sounded really nice) gave me I always had money for when my girlfriends and I wanted to go shopping. So there I was, pretty, happy, popular, (especially with my favorite guy Jason), and dreaming of what it would be like to date and spend time sucking face with Jason when Karen went and spoiled everything. We were in her room one day, giggling about stuff that interests girls (boys and clothes of course) when she suddenly stopped laughing. "Are you all set to change back next week?" She asked. "Whaddya mean turn back?" I asked. "Where would I go?" "Back to being Bobby of course," she said as if it wasn't a big deal. "Remember, you used to be my older brother until I used that wishing stone to turn you into my little sister? Well, it was supposed to be for six years and that will end next week." "And you're gonna use that same rock to turn me back into a boy?" "Uh huh, you'll be Bobby Jackson again, but you'll be twenty one with all the memories of growing up as a boy." "But what about your wedding, can I still be in it?" She and Mike had announced their engagement and were planning to get married in two years and she'd promised me that I could be a bridesmaid. "Sure, but you'll be one of the groomsmen and I'll fix you up with one of my friends." "I'll hate you for the rest of my life if you do." I said in a firm voice. "You don't want to be fixed up with one of my friends? I'll make sure you get paired off with a real cute one." "I want to be paired off with Jason, Mike's brother." "You can't be paired off with another guy," she said, horrified. "Besides, Jason's not into guys, he likes girls." "Yeah, and I'm the girl he likes!" I said proudly. "Everyone at school knows we're sort of a couple. Someday we're gonna get married and I'm gonna be a mom." "But you can't do that," Karen insisted. "You'll be a guy too." "But I don't wanna be a guy; I wanna be Jason's girl and then I wanna get married in a beautiful gown and be a wife and mother." "You're kidding, right?" "Nope, I've been a lit