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"I wanna be- Bobby's girl!
I wanna be- Bobby's girl!
That's the most important thing to me
And if I was- Bobby's girl!
If I was- Bobby's girl!
What a faithful thankful girl I'd be..."
~~~Roy Cohn
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BOBBY'S GIRL
by
Laika Pupkino
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If she had thought about it at all, Janey would have realized she wasn't
the unhappiest kid at her high school. There were misfit kids whose
weekdays were a nightmare of bullying and ridicule from the other
students. And there were those who found anything that might happen to
them at school preferable to the horrors of parental abuse that waited
for them when they got home. And then there was one bright young student
whose rapidly deteriorating immune system made it doubtful whether he
would live to see graduation day. Any one of these kids would gladly
have traded places with Janey.
But with the intense self-obsession of teenagers, she never stopped to
consider their situations. She was certain that no one on Earth had ever
been dealt a crueler fate than she.
Janey's problem was that she was shy and wholly unremarkable. Everything
about her was as plain and boring as her name: Jane Smith. If her
classmates never bothered her it was probably because none of them
really even notice her. As if she wasn't important enough to even pick
on (something she might've appreciated if she ever had been seriously
harrassed...). This girl was so spectral gray and anonymous that
teachers she'd had all year tended to forget her name. Janey hated being
such drab little mousy nothing, but her crippling shyness prevented her
from adopting a more flamboyant persona, a new hairstyle, anything that
might render her visible.
In her imagination though her world and her life were far different.
Janey was beautiful, she was confident and charming and witty and
tremendously popular. And the best thing of all was that because she had
all this other stuff going for her, in these dreams of hers she was
Bobby's Girl...
It had all started on her second or third day at Princeton Heights High
School. As self conscious as she was, Janey had decided it was important
that she know how many squares of linoleum tile lie between her first
period English class and her second period homeroom in the same
building. She was looking downward, diligently counting them, when she
ran smack into someone, dropping all the books she had clutched to her
rather modest bosom.
The boy she'd collided with had been standing in the hallway talking to
a circle of his friends. She marvelled at how they were only a few days
into their freshman year and already he had all these friends. A couple
of of the boys started to snicker, but one look from this tall handsome
young man made them stop: "That's not cool, guys!"
He helped Janey gather up her books and then incredibly HE apologized to
HER, for how they had been blocking the hallway. And as he handed them
to her he had smiled, his sexy mouth set in a disarming, friendly smile,
his soulful gray eyes looking at her with concern, the shock of dark
hair dangling down his forehead with graceful insouciance. And whoever
this teenage hunk was, he had NOTICED her! Which was all it took for
Janey to fall madly in love.
She found out his name---Robert Dukakis---and while she never got up the
nerve to talk to him again, she watched him from afar, happy for him
when he made the school's football team and clipping out the newspaper
articles about him in the local newspaper's sports section for the BOOK
OF BOBBY she started, which also contained candy bar wrappers he had
dropped and other precious Bobbinalia. And though she didn't dare sit
anywhere close to him in the cafeteria, she did find a group of girls
who talked about him a lot, and would sit unobtrusively nearby with her
back to them, listening to the latest speculation about this Greek
Adonis, and dreaming of the day she and Bobby would be together...
She knew it was a ridiculous dream for a Plain Jane like her to have.
There were probably a hundred other girls at Princeton Heights High
School with this same dream, and every last one of them would seem to
stand a better chance of becoming the football star's girlfriend than
she did. While Bobby Dukakis wasn't going steady with anyone, Janey had
seen the kind of girls he tended to date, and none of them were stocky
little things with stringy no-color hair and heavy plastic glasses with
even heavier lenses.
But this hadn't stopped her from enjoying her dreams. In her daydreams,
and the fantasies she spun at night as she was falling asleep she was a
total fox- tall and slender and with a nice figure, wearing a beautiful
evening gown that cost more than her entire frumpy wardrobe as she
glided into the senior prom on Bobby's arm, the envy of all the other
girls and probaby some of the boys too.
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Then one day during the summer vacation between her sophomore and senior
years, she had come across something that might turn these impossible
fantasies of hers into reality...
One Saturday in August the family across the street had had a garage
sale. She was the first one there, and actually helped old Mr.
Farannino's thirty year old daughter set the sale up in their little
driveway and put price stickers on all the different items. The woman
had always been kind of weird and rude to Jane when Jane was little, but
in the past few months seemed a lot nicer. Jane's parents used to warn
her that she was a drug addict and a thief, and to stay out of her way,
but since sometime last fall they'd been remarking that this not-quite-
young woman was finally getting her life together. And she really did
seem like almost a whole different person, a smile on her face where
there had never been one before...
One of the things they brought out of the house was a large box
containing 20 or 30 cookbooks. Jane loved to cook, and when she
mentioned this fact the woman said, "Yes, those belonged to my Grandma.
You can have the whole box for eight bucks..."
This seemed like a real bargain to Janey, and she gladly paid the $8,
happy that she'd gotten to them before anyone else. As she was shlepping
the heavy box home she imagined trying all the recipes in these books
when she was married to Bobby.
When she got them home she hoped that Bobby would turn out to have an
adventurous palate, because she discovered that the books had recipes
from all over the world. German, Peruvian, Indonesian- all kinds of
crazy cookbooks!
And one of the books proved to be even crazier than the others. The dust
jacket was for BETTY CROCKER'S ITALIAN MADE EASY, but the book
underneath was something entirely different. The pages were lined paper,
and instead of being printed the recipes were handwritten in fuchsia
ink. Only they weren't recipes for food, but for what seemed to be magic
spells, interspersed with short essays about witchcraft.
She thought about bringing this book back to the family across the
street, they probably didn't know they had sold her something of the
grandmother's that was far more personal and private than some old
cookbook.
But if it really was what it claimed to be, she needed it much more than
they did. They seemed happy enough; or happier than Janey anyway. The
daughter was getting married to her boyfriend from the Midwest and
seemed all excited about that, and the dad was busily preparing to open
his second Italian restaurant down by the university. The 30-something
son acted kind of crazy, but he only came by once in a while...
Could this book really be what it claimed to be? Deep down Janey had
always half-believed that magic was for real. And apparently the
neighbor girl's grandmother---who Janey had talked to a few times, and
who had seemed a bit peculiar but sane enough---had believed in this
stuff in a big way, so maybe it was real to some extent...
Jane had found a number of magic spells that seemed like they'd be able
to make Bobby fall in love with her. There were recipes for love
potions, nine of them, but the old self-described witch had written a
little paragraph before them that somehow seemed to be speaking directly
to her:
I am including these ancient potions
as a matter of historical record.
But in my opinion they aren't LOVE
potions, since no spell or potion can
produce genuine love where there was none
before (or remove love from where it truly exists)
but with their destruction of free will they can at best
produce a soulless facsimile of love, a horrible brainwashing
that only someone far more shallow than you, dear girl
(Yes, I'm speaking directly to you!) would find satisfying...
So find another way to win his heart, Kid.
~~~AMOR VINCIT OMNIA, Rosa F
And Janey had to agree with the woman about these potions. She didn't
want some mindless zombie whose attraction to her was chemically
induced, that wasn't love. She wanted Bobby to really love her for
herself. And if her self had escaped his notice she would change that
instead, becoming the sort of girl he would naturally want to get to
know. The HEART'S DESIRE TRANSFORMATION SPELL seemed like it would be
just the ticket for this. The spell she would say aloud wasn't like one
of the magic book's the many weird tongue-twisters but short and simple
with a fill-in-the-blanks part at the end, and potion she would drink
was mostly made of things you could find around the house, and didn't
seem terribly toxic...
And to make sure the spell would work she waited two and a half month,
which felt like years to the lovestruck teen, so she could perform it on
Halloween night, which the spellbook's very first essay said was the
best time of the year to do magic. Soon Janey would find out if there
was anything to all this witchy stuff besides the babblings of a crazy
old lady.
And if there wasn't, she wouldn't suffer the embarrassment of being so
foolish, because she had never told anyone about the spell book. The
worst that could happen to her would be a slight upset stomach from all
the vanilla extract in the potion.
Her parents were going to an office party on Halloween night, her mom
dressed like an old time gangster again this year, with a little drawn-
on moustache, carrying a toy tommy gun and acting all tough, and with
her dad once again wearing the beaded skirt and bobbed hair of a
flapper, hanging all over her like a lovestruck ditz and calling her
"Lefty".
And once again Janey had volunteered to stay home and hand out candy to
the neighborhood kids. Which her aunt Phyllis had come over to help her
do last Halloween, but now she had been deemed old enough to do this by
herself. The previous year she had felt a bit glum over the fact that
her dorky parents had more of a social life than she did, but this year
she was glad to have the house to herself.
And last year she'd just worn her regular boring everyday clothes to
answer the door and hand out mini bags of M&M's, but tonight she had on
a cheap witch's robes and conical black hat from K-Mart, since she was
more into the spirit of the holiday this year. This costume was a
private joke that (like most things in her life) she shared with
herself. Because as soon as the kids stopped coming at around 8:30, she
was shutting off the porch light, going upstairs to her room, lighting
some candles and becoming a real witch for a few hours, hopefully
changing her whole crummy life in the process...
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"This is stupid. Nothing's gonna happen," she said to herself as she lit
the circle of candles and sat in the middle of them, in the light from
the big yellow moon spilling in through her window. Then thought: 'Gee,
maybe I shouldn't be dressed up in this stupid witch outfit. Maybe the
magic spirits will think I'm making fun of witches and stuff...'
'Yeah, right. Like there really is such a thing,' she thought as she
dragged the spell book into her lap and opened it to the page she had
marked, began to chant: "Mumbo Jumbo Rhubarb Rhubarb, Frikkity Fubar,
change my shape..."
It sounded nothing at all like she thought a magic spell would sound,
with references to Lemony Snickett and the Pep Boys, but since she'd
really only ever had books and movies to tell her about such things she
said it anyway, just like it was written, until she got to the part that
she'd had to write herself...
"MOONLIGHT MAKE ME THE PERFECT GIRL
TO TOTALLY ROCK BOBBY DUKAKIS'S WORLD!"
Then she quickly hefted the heavy wine glass (the closest thing she
could find to a chalice) and in a single gulp downed the concoction
she'd blended and then chilled for 3 hours. And immediately she felt
funny. Janey barely managed to blow out all the candles and flop down
onto her bed before she passed out.
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As she came to the next morning she could tell immediately that the
spell had worked. Or at least that SOMETHING had happened. But what?
When she reached for her heavy glasses on the table beside her bed and
put them on her vision became completely screwy and distorted. When she
took them off again she realized she had been able to see just fine
without them.
"Wow," she exclaimed. If nothing else, at least she was rid of those
awful things. She hadn't asked to have her vision corrected, but of
course Bobby wouldn't want to see her wearing big coke-bottle glasses
that had made her eyes look all dinky and weird. What guy would? As she
jumped out of bed her feet hit the floor before she expected them to.
"My God!" she gasped, in a strange but pretty sounding voice, realizing
that her stubby legs had become much, much longer. Unsteadily she
crossed the room to the mirror to see what other changes had been
visited on her.
She saw a beautiful head of fluffy blonde hair, and a face that was
nothing like her old one...
"Oh my God!" she sighed, staring at the face of a cheerleader from some
television show about high school. Cute little nose, gorgeous
cheekbones, big blue eyes, perfect white teeth and big sexy lips.While
Janey thought there was nothing so beautiful as a sultry Mediterranean
beauty with an graceful aquiline nose, she was happy to be a WASP
princess, if this rather conventional image of a button-nosed, blue-eyed
blonde was Bobby's ideal woman.
She pulled off her witch's robes, and surveyed the long legged and
curvaceous body she now possessed.
"OH MY GOD!" she cried, when she saw just how large her boobs were.
While she found no fault with the rest of her oh-so-feminine physique,
these gargantuan, gravity-defying things looked absurd to Janey;
totally out of proportion to the rest of this body. But really, what had
she expected? Bobby was such a guy, of course he'd have the standard
guy's obsession with great big breasts. And she would wear them proudly
when she was Bobby's Girl...
These shorts she'd donned yesterday were almost painfully tight on her
now. Her hips and the twin moons of her derri?re strained against the
fabric of the shorts that had fit her as plain little Jane. And oddly
they seemed to bulge slightly in the front, which she couldn't figure
out until she pulled them down her gorgeous hips and saw...
"OH MY GOD!!!!!"
Because apparently Bobby's taste in women wasn't so conventional after
all.
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THE END
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HALLOWEEN BONUS STORY!!!!!!!!!!
A quick sketch of a story knocked out
in a single draft:
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I WAS A TEENAGE SHEMALE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN
by Laika
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I stared at the doctor, "Do you mean that literally? I was DEAD?"
He fixed me with his piercing grey eyes, "Tell me, what was the last
thing you remember before waking up here in my laboratory?"
I was still groggy, as if from a long and very deep sleep. I thought
about it, "Well it was late afternoon. I was bringing my sheep in
through the pass. I heard a noise, and looking up I saw this enormous
boulder rolling down the hillside toward me, and then..."
"Yes?"
"Are you saying it killed me?"
"Have I ever lied to you, my young friend?"
"No Doctor. I've always enjoyed your company, our chess games at the
village pub. And if you say it's true, well it would explain my er,
condition."
"I see you haven't lost your mental faculties. I'm glad I was able to
exhume you as quickly as I did. You are more fortunate than my first
attempt at creating life from death..."
"Rrrrrrrrrrr!" groaned the monster. I didn't like the way it was looking
at me. It made me feel dirty somehow. But as I looked down at the
mismatched hands stitched crudely to my wrists, I guessed I was a
monster now too. A human patchwork.
"But Doctor, why does my voice sound like this? It's so much higher."
"Well unfortunately most of your body was badly crushed. Unuseable. We
had to use parts from various...... sources."
"That much is evident. I have these rather large breasts, and," I put my
hand on my crotch, and though the man was a friend, and had snatched me
from the Abode of Death, I grew angry. "Oh for the love of God! Couldn't
you have made me either completely male or completely female?"
Doctor Frankenstein seemed embarrassed, "To be honest, yes I could have.
I had sufficient parts for either. But you were created for a purpose.
My creation here has been demanding a companion. And with his childlike
intelligence and terrible impulsiveness he is often quite unruly.
Breaking out, murdering, rampaging. The villagers are rather upset with
me and I can't say that I blame them. So I figured with a companion he
would become more pleasantly disposed."
"But that doesn't answer why I've been fashioned into this bizarre
sexual gerrymander."
"That was entirely his decision. I don't know whether this was a product
of mental derangement due to his prolonged necrotic state or some pre-
existing fancy, but he specifically requested that you be constructed as
you are. To coin an expression, a she-male."
The beast nodded vigorously, "Rrrrrrrrrrr! Boobies! Weenie! She-man,
good!"
Frankenstein finished his cognac and swiftly rose to his feet, "Well,
I'll let you two get aquainted..."
"Please Doctor, don't leave me here with this-" I cried, but he was
already gone, latching the massive oak door of this dank cell behind
him.
The creature clumsily unbuttoned and dropped its trousers, and by way of
courtship simply bellowed, "Frriiiiiiieeeeend!"
I screamed and screamed and screamed.
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