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A Cinderella Spell (Part 1)
"I'm going Mam," I shouted as I was leaving the house.
"Ok dear, you have a good time and try to get back before midnight," she
shouted back.
I started walking towards my friend's house. It was a big day today, I
had just finished my last day at school and tonight was our school prom.
Now let me just get a few things straight here. This is England, not the
US. We do things a bit differently here. First of all we leave school at
16, with the option of going to college until we're 18 and then we can
decide if we're going to university to get a degree. I knew I was going
to go to college but was unsure about uni. Hell, I was 16, the biggest
decision I was used to making was which playstation game I was going to
play.
Secondly, our proms are a bit different. They aren't quite the huge
formal events that our American cousins have. Don't get me wrong, they
were on their way to being that way. A few years ago, school proms were
pretty much unheard of. Ours wasn't going to be held in some posh hotel,
it was being held in our school sports hall. There was no stigma about
going without a date, in fact since they brought the rule in that only
students who were in the leavers year could attend (since a couple of
years ago, some undesirables were invited and trashed the place) the only
couples who would be attending were going to be few and far between. Even
then, there was an unwritten rule that you arrived with your mates and
met up with your date at the event.
The guys were under no pressure to turn up in a tuxedo, but we were still
going to the effort of wearing a suit. Mine was black, with a white shirt
and black tie. In my mind I looked like something out of Reservoir Dogs
but in reality I probably looked like I was going to a funeral.
The girls were under no pressure to wear a prom dress or ball gown, just
look presentable. This wasn't going to stop them though. The chatter
round school was that there was going to be a lot of competition between
the girls over who was going to be the prettiest on the night. All except
one. Monique.
Monique was a bit of a strange one. She was a pretty girl. But also a
tomboy. She could easily have been the most attractive girl in school if
she tried, she just didn't want to. She didn't like the bitchyness of the
popular girls, but she was also snubbed by the nerds as she wasn't a
grade A student. This didn't bother her. This meant that she was under no
pressure to conform to any social groups. She could just be herself. Do
what she wanted to do, dress how she wanted to dress and be friends with
who she wanted to friends with. She only really had one friend though.
Me.
And that's who I was going to see now. Monique and I had been friends for
years. A lot of people assumed that we were a couple since we were always
spending time together. We weren't. We were just a couple of friends who
happened to be of different genders. We spent most of our time playing
tekken on the playstation, reading comics or watching DVD's. I was
curious as to what she was going to wear tonight, she seemed excited
about it, but I had never seen her wear a skirt, let alone a dress.
I knocked on her front door and her dad answered.
"By Dean, you scrub up well, Monique said to just go up to her room when
you got here, she's almost ready."
"Thanks Dave," I replied. I'd known her family for so long now that we
were on first name terms.
I went upstairs and gave a light knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in," was the response.
I entered and was somewhat disappointed. There she was in a t-shirt, a
pair of jeans with holes in the knees and a pair of trainer, with her
long, red hair tied back in a ponytail.
"I see you've put in an effort," I said sarcastically. She replied by
sticking her tongue out at me.
"Wait and see what you think in a few minutes," she said matter-of-
factly.
Out of her dresser drawer she pulled out an old book that looked like it
was from the dark ages and a notepad with some hurried scribbles on. She
then read said scribbles from her notepad, but it was no language I had
ever heard before.
As she finished reading, a sparkly ring appeared on the floor beneath her
which started to rise.
I was in shock, this was incredible. Was this magic? As the ring passed
over her trainers, they changed into pale blue, high heeled pumps. The
ring carried on rising, her jeans were changing to a pale blue and the
legs were fusing together. When the ring reached her waist, the jeans
(now skirt) suddenly flared out into a huge (at least 5 foot wide), satin
bell. Her t-shirt fused with the skirt, the sleeves separated and formed
into elbow length gloves leaving the bodice strapless.
The ring finally passed over her head leaving her with a fully made up
face, sparkly, dangly earrings and her hair pinned up in delicate curls.
She looked amazing.
I was gobsmacked. "How is this possible? You look like something out of a
fairytale," I managed to stutter out eventually.
"Amazing isn't it?" she replied. "Short version of the story, my
Grandmother is a witch and so am I, although I've only just found out.
Those bitches at school who've been slagging me off for years because I
wouldn't conform to their little group are going to be devastated when I
win their little contest tonight. You mister, are going to have the
prettiest girl at prom on your arm tonight."
"A witch?" I repeated, stunned.
"Yep, don't worry though, I'm not going to turn all evil on you, there's
rules on that, the magic doesn't like bad intentions. That's why I had to
transform myself to get revenge on the bitch crowd instead of making them
ugly, which I would have LOVED to have done."
She had barely finished her last sentence when the ring appeared again.
But not at Monique's feet. At mine.
"Monique?" I questioned her.
"I don't know," she replied with a lot of worry in her voice. Which in
turn scared the shit out of me.
Like with Monique, the ring started to rise. My smart black shoes turned
into pink heeled pumps. On top of that, I could feel my feet shrinking.
My trousers turned to pink satin and I could feel the anatomy of my legs
changing. This was when everything went dark to the sound of Monique's
screams.
"Beth? Beth." It was Monique's dad.
"Should I phone an ambulance?" I heard her Mam ask.
"No I think she's coming round Jean," her dad replied.
What happened? Who are they calling Beth?
I opened my eyes. Something wasn't right at all. I was on the floor,
surrounded by pink satin. Monique's dad was cradling my head. I put my
hand to my head and saw that it was encased in a pink satin glove.
"What happened?" I asked, confused.
"You took a bit of a turn love," Monique's Mam replied "probably just a
bit excited over your big night; you looked like a regular Sleeping
Beauty."
"Come on," Dave said. "Let's get you sat up."
He started to lift me by my upper arms as I pushed down on my pink
surroundings.
"Careful love," Jean said. "You don't want to rip your dress before
you've even got to your prom do you?" It turns out my pink surroundings
were attached to waist.
"Just help her up and give her a bit of space will you?" said Monique.
"Ok, but if you need anything, give us a shout," said Dave as he and Jean
left the room.
I was sat on Monique's bed opposite the mirror. I couldn't believe what
the reflection showed me. I was dressed almost exactly the same as
Monique, but in a pale pink instead of Monique's baby blue. Oh yeah, and
I was a girl. A gorgeous girl. My brown hair had grown out over my right
shoulder in spiral curls. I looked like a younger version of my big
sister. I was wearing full make up (lots of pinks and silvers) and I had
a pink rose decoration in my hair.
"Dean?" Monique questioned. I was grateful to finally hear that name.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Oh thank the goddess for that," she said flinging her arms around me.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I've used a few spells before, I've even tested this one
before and nothing like this has ever happened," she explained.
"Well can you turn me back?" I asked in my new, high pitched voice that
sounded alien to my ears.
"I can't," she replied. Before I could say anything she explained, "I
call it the Cinderella spell, I designed it for prom. It's designed to
wear off once you're back in bed after midnight. You turn back to normal
in your sleep."
"Well at least that's something, but why are your parents acting like
this is normal? Why are they calling me Beth?" I asked.
"It's a modifier that I put on the spell. It's to make everyone think
that nothing is out of the ordinary, or else how would I have explained
to my parents how I managed to afford a ball gown like this. This would
have cost at least five hundred pounds in a shop. And they're calling you
Beth because it's your preferred shortened version of Elizabeth. You
don't like to be called Liz. Don't ask me how I know that."
"This is all too much," I said.
"Don't worry," Monique said as she sat down next to me, her skirt puffing
out around her as she did. She put her gloved arm around my bare
shoulders. "It's 7pm now, in a few hours you'll be back to normal. So why
don't we have some fun while it lasts, the bitch crowd are going to be
especially pissed when two of us turn up looking as fabulous as we do"
"I don't know..." I started.
"Come on, give it a go. You don't want to miss the school prom do you?
And I promise, if it gets to be too much for you we'll leave straight
away, we'll come back and have a few rounds of tekken to burn the stress
off. How does that sound?"
I reluctantly agreed.
"Girls," Jean shouted from downstairs. "Your taxi's here."
I looked at Monique and quoting Tarantino, said, "Ok ramblers, let's get
rambling."
We both stood up and headed downstairs.
It was weird. I had never worn a dress or heels in my life, yet here I
was navigating the stairs like a pro. It just felt a bit weird with all
the petticoats swishing around my legs.
We got downstairs and looked out of the window. Taxi was a bit of an
understatement. Outside was a white and blue Windsor Laundelette. We were
going to look even more ladylike stepping out of that thing when we
arrived. We climbed in and watched our skirts fill up the back of the
car. We had to pull them in to make sure the car door didn't close on
them.
In a nutshell, nothing really out of the ordinary happened at the prom.
As predicted, the other girls were extremely jealous of Monique and I and
we heard more than a handful of catty remarks directed our way. The guys
gave me a bit of unwanted attention but nothing over the top. We mostly
danced with each other, exaggeratingly swishing our skirts about and just
having fun between ourselves. And everybody just accepted that Elizabeth
was supposed to be there.
The prom ended at 11pm and our "taxi," picked us up. On the way back
Monique started the conversation.
"So did you have fun tonight?" she asked.
"Surprisingly, I did," I replied. It was fun seeing how the other side
live for an evening.
"It's a shame," Monique said.
"What is?"
"Well tonight is the first time I've really had a girl friend. I enjoyed
it. But I'll be happy to have Dean back tomorrow."
"Good, it's been nice for a change, but it'll be nice to exchange these
tits back for my penis," I said whilst grabbing the breasts that I didn't
have 5 hours ago.
"Well maybe if you've enjoyed the change, I might be able to come up with
a spell to bring Elizabeth back every now and again," she suggested.
"We'll see," I replied. "I'm glad I was a good girl friend for you," I
gave her a cuddle as the taxi arrived at my house. "This is going to be
weird"
"Don't worry about it; your parents will just act like you've always been
Elizabeth"
"I know, I just hope my Dad doesn't have any kind of pet name for me. He
always called my sister 'pumpkin.' Anyway, I'll phone you tomorrow, see
ya!," I said as I got out.
The taxi pulled away and I started walking down the driveway, the
swishing petticoats feeling perfectly normal now. I was just about to
open the front door when
I felt somebody stood behind me. I turned round quickly and there was
nobody there. I must just be feeling vulnerable on my own, this was the
first time I'd been alone in this body. I quickly got inside.
"Hi princess," my Dad said when I got inside. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yes thank you Daddy," I replied (Princess? Daddy? Oh dear) "Where's
Mam?" I asked.
"She's in bed, she wanted to stay awake for you coming in but she's had a
busy day."
"True," I said. "Anyway, I'm going to go to bed too, I'm pooped," I said
(pooped? This gets worse) as I instinctively gave my Dad a peck on the
cheek and made my way upstairs.
On the staircase I noticed the now modified photo's that were hung up. My
school photo of me in my uniform of a blouse and skirt instead of shirt
and trousers. The photo from my sister's wedding where I was now a
bridesmaid in a royal blue gown instead of being an usher. It was weird
but it would all be back to normal tomorrow.
I barely took in my new, extremely girly looking bedroom as I stripped
off my frock, instinctively cleaned off my makeup, put on a night dress
and climbed into bed. I was asleep in seconds.
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating, without even opening my
eyes I managed to pick it up from my bedside table and answered it.
"Hello," I mumbled.
"Dean?" it was Monique.
"Yep."
"Then why do I have Beth as a contact in my phone?" she asked.
My eyes shot open. My room was pink. My prom dress was hung up on my
wardrobe door. My computer desk had been replaced by a vanity table with
three huge mirrors (at least there was still a playstation connected to a
TV there, phew). Long brown hair fell into my face.
"I'm still Elizabeth!" I shrieked. "Why am I still Elizabeth? You said
I'd change back today!"
"I know, I know," she said sounding stressed "I don't know what's
happened, you should never have been changed into Elizabeth in the first
place."
"So what am I going to do?"
"Come round my house," she said. "I'm going to phone my Grandmother,
she's more powerful than me, and she should know what's happening."
"I'll be there as soon as possible," I said and hung up.
I jumped out of bed and went to my wardrobe and drawers to find the
simplest clothing I could find. It wasn't easy, I must've been the
girliest girl known to mankind. I eventually found a t-shirt, a pair of
jeans and a plain bra and panty combo. I went into the bathroom to use
the toilet when something strange happened.
Despite wanting to get round to Monique's as soon as possible I found
myself jumping in the shower. I caught myself but thought a few minutes
longer won't hurt and I don't want to be smelly whether I'm a boy or a
girl.
I washed and conditioned my hair; I shaved my legs and armpits. I dried
myself off, dried my hair and put it into a long braid that hung over my
shoulder before tying the end with a pink ribbon. I did my make up before
putting away my jeans and t-shirt (they wouldn't go with my hair I'd just
spent ages doing). I found myself a cute pink dress, strapless with a
full knee length skirt and a white petticoat to go with it. A pair of
pink ballet flats and a white button up blouse would look cute,
especially if I just tied it at the bottom and left the rest unbuttoned.
I walked downstairs and out the front door after telling my parents where
I was going.
I knocked on Monique's door and she answered.
"Dean, where the hell have you been and what the hell are you wearing?"
she answered clearly upset at me for something. What? Can't a girl take
some pride in her appearance? Hold on a sec... Dean? That's right, I'm
Dean. I looked down at what I was wearing.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING?" I shrieked. I looked up and saw what she
was wearing, a peasant blouse and gypsy skirt. "What the hell are YOU
wearing?"
"Come on in," Monique said. "We need to see my Grandma, now."
Why did the spell change Dean in the first place? Why hasn't he changed
back? Was Elizabeth just being paranoid when she felt a presence behind
her? Will Monique's Grandma have any answers?
But more importantly, what the hell is Monique doing wearing a skirt?
These questions and more will be answered in the next chapter.
As always constructive criticism and suggestions are most welcome.
Love Sophie xxx
Valentina
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