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"It's 5 bucks if you want it!"
I was in the second hand store, on my way home from high school on a
Friday afternoon. I stared at the small chest in front of me. It looked
really old, like at least 100 years old. But it was locked, and didn't
have a key. So buying it was a gamble, and five dollars is a lot of money
for a student. But I fancied my lock-breaking skills, and there was a
small chance that something valuable was inside, or that the chest itself
was valuable once the lock was picked. I thought it was worth it. So I
handed over the five dollars and took it home.
I took it home, and my faith in my lock-breaking skills was not misplaced.
I had it open in about half an hour.
At first I was a little disappointed. The box didn't look nearly as large
inside as I thought it would be. And then I realised it had a false
bottom.
I lifted the false bottom and my excitement rose. Inside was a strange
looking device with two grey beads on it, one larger than the other. It
looked a bit like an abacus, with one rail for each bead. It had a blue
stripe on one side and a pink stripe on the other side.
When I picked it up, it lit up for a moment. Then both beads turned blue
and moved to the blue side.
Upon further inspection I saw writing along the front.
"Welcome. The Magic Switcher has determined that you are male. If you wish
to experience being female for 24 hours, slide the small bead to the pink
side."
"This is an entirely risk free trial. Everyone will treat you as if you
were born female. No matter what happens, you will change back after 24
hours, even if you lose or destroy The Magic Switcher".
For a few minutes I wasn't sure what to do. Then eventually I was thinking
straight. Magic isn't real, right? Am I really going to be intimidated by
an inanimate object? Just for fun, I slid the small bead to the pink side.
Of course, nothing happened to me.
Slowly, The Magic Switcher began to flash, but still nothing else
happened. I got a bit spooked, but the small blue bead seemed to be stuck
on the pink side now, so there wasn't much I could do anyway.
I went to put the device down, when I noticed some more writing. Surely it
hadn't appeared? I just hadn't noticed it before.
"In order to complete your change from male to female, it is necessary to
alter objects and memories around you, so that no one else is aware of the
magic. The magic alters objects and memories to correspond to what might
have happened if you were born female. This process will take place while
you sleep tonight."
"The opposite process, magically changing you and your surrounds back from
female to male, will take place while you sleep the following night."
Even though I was sure that writing wasn't there before, I reassured
myself that either it had been there, or it was a very clever trick.
Oh well, I thought, I'll find out when I wake up tomorrow.
*****
The next morning was a Saturday. I woke up and looked at my clock. My room
looked... different. There were all sorts of trinkets on my shelf. My
chair was pink instead of black.
I was puzzled, and then I remembered The Magic Switcher.
It couldn't be, could it?
Slowly, I moved my hand up my thigh.
WHAT? No way! I felt around my groin for several seconds.
No penis anywhere.
HOLY CRAP! I thought. HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! NO WAY, NO WAY, NO
WAY! "No way no way!" I said aloud.
My voice! It was so high. I tried to calm down. I tried whispering
"hello", because I didn't want to make much noise.
I got out of bed. The first thing I saw: I was wearing pink pyjamas. The
second thing I saw: two mounds on my chest. I felt them and they were
soft, softer than I expected.
This can't be real.
I went to the mirror. My face had hardly changed. It was a bit rounder and
smoother, and was framed with longer hair, but was unmistakeably me.
I took off my pyjamas and panties (I wasn't wearing a bra), and looked at
myself nude.
Well, there was no denying that I was a girl now.
Down below there was a neat bush of pubic hair. I felt around, and felt
the labia. They felt just like my scrotum, except there were no balls, and
my penis was inside there somehow.
I wanted to feel more, and then realised I'd have to go to the toilet
soon. I put my panties and pyjamas back on, and then thought: "What if I
get seen?"
I looked around my room. It certainly looked different. I opened the chest
and looked at The Magic Switcher. The small bead on the pink side was now
pink. The larger bead was still blue, and still on the blue side. The
writing had changed again:
"Welcome to your one day trial as a female. Use this day to see what life
might have been like if you were born female. If you do nothing to The
Magic Switcher, you will change back to male while you sleep tonight."
"The large bead indicates your 'default state'. If you wish to stay female
permanently, slide the large bead to the pink side. However this is not
recommended unless you have tried several one day trials. Please rest
assured that The Magic Switcher is locked to your aura. No one else can
slide the beads for you, so there is no risk of an accidental permanent
change."
So... I had changed and my room had changed. But what of the rest of
house? What of my family's memories?
I lived with my father, mother, older sister and younger brother. I
decided if for some reason they remembered me as male, I didn't want my
brother seeing me first. Probably the safest would be for my older sister
to see me first.
Eventually it sounded like my brother was in his room getting ready for
soccer, and I heard my sister's door. So I walked down to the kitchen to
get a drink of water. I said "Hi Rachel" - still shocked at the sound of
my own voice. But Rachel didn't bat an eyelid, "Morning Paula" she said.
So that made sense, I had changed from Paul to Paula.
So seeing that it was "safe" to walk around as a girl in pink pyjamas, I
headed to the bathroom.
Obviously I knew that girls had to sit. I sat with my legs apart and tried
to relax the right muscles. To my shock the pee went forward, almost out
of the bowl. I quickly closed my legs and leaned forward a bit.
When I was done it seemed I had to wipe everywhere - pee was even on some
of my pubic hair. "I'm glad this is only a day," I thought.
I returned to my room, figuring I'd wait for everyone else to leave. Dad
would be taking my little brother Joe to soccer soon, and Rachel would be
going to her part time job. Mum would be around but in and out, doing
shopping.
Eventually Dad, Joe and Rachel left, and I had the bathroom to myself.
The shower was a bit of an experience.
Just for fun I thought I'd try to pee standing in the shower, and found it
surprisingly easy to aim at the plug hole... but then extremely hard to
stop it running on my leg as the stream slowed down.
I decided to skip washing my hair and... explore. I have heard some women
have trouble getting an orgasm, and now I could see why. I felt around my
crotch but although it was mildly pleasant, there was none of the instant
stimulation I got from stroking my penis. After a few minutes I gave up in
frustration. Well that's another reason I'm glad I'm not like this for
life, I sighed.
I got out, and dried off. I worked out how to wrap the towel around me
"girl style" so it covered me from the breasts down, and returned to my
bedroom. I put on some clean panties, and then a bra. The bra took several
minutes but eventually I got it. Not wanting to be too "girly", I put on
pretty well the first tee shirt and jeans I found in my closet.
I spent some time looking around the house. Everything seemed to be
changed to fit a female me. Even the photos in the old family albums had
changed.
Mum came home and we had lunch together. She, like Rachel, simply called
me Paula and found nothing unusual. But I felt very uneasy, so immediately
after lunch I went back to my room. Being female was kind of interesting,
but interacting with anyone else was really difficult and uncomfortable. I
knew nothing about Paula and what she was meant to be like.
So I went back to my room, and decided I might as well spend a little more
time exploring the female body. I took off the tee shirt and admired
myself in my bra, and experimented with poses to show cleavage.
But then doorbell rang. "Paula, it's Zak" my mum called out. Oh shoot, I'd
forgotten I'd arranged for Zak to come around in the afternoon. I didn't
even want to interact with my own family, and now I had to spend time with
my best friend, who presumably only remembered me as Paula.
I pulled the tee shirt back on and went down to let him in. When I opened
the door, Zak looked confused. For a few seconds time seemed to stand
still. And then it was like he'd changed. He nonchalantly smiled at me and
said, "Hi Paula" and started to walk in.
We played Xbox for a while - nearly all my saved characters were now
female. Then I went to the kitchen to get some drinks. Zak started looking
really nervous.
"So Paula, I was wondering. Like, we're good friends and all, and I know
we're just friends and that's cool."
"But... you know we were talking about the school dance earlier in the
week..."
Oh no, I could see where this was heading. We had been talking about it
earlier, but that was when I was Paul. I had said I didn't care if I
didn't go, while Zak had said he wanted a date. In fact... hadn't Zak said
he'd been wishing and praying for a date?
Zak continued, "I know I should have asked you earlier, but I'd really be
honoured if you went with me as my date tonight".
I could see my mother out of the corner of my eye, listening intently
while pretending not to.
"That's be nice, except... I don't know if I have anything to wear."
That was certainly true - I had spent very little time choosing clothes
this morning and had very little idea of what was in my closet.
Mum, 'helpfully' chimed in, "I'm sure Rachel can help you pick something
to wear, dear."
What could I do? I'd stupidly said I'd go if I had something to wear.
Suddenly I was taking Zak to the school dance, and I would have to talk
and act like Paula in front of everyone from school.
Zak went home and Mum excitedly helped me with my hair, and then proceeded
to help apply makeup and nail polish. There was no use telling her to go
easy, she just kept going on about how glad she was that I was getting out
and going to the school dance.
When Rachel got home, she was similarly excited, and lent me one of her
dresses to wear.
When Dad and Joe got home, Dad's response was similar to Zak's initial
response. He initially looked confused, but then blinked and complimented
me on my appearance. He then asked lots of questions about the dance and
when Zak would be bringing me home.
Entering the dance hall as a girl was a nerve-wracking experience. A few
times I saw the same reaction I got from Zak and my father: initial
confusion, followed by an "Oh, of course" type of expression.
I felt really strange attending the dance in a dress. I'd never worn a
dress before, and never had boobs before. Yet here I was in a dress, which
highlighted these boobs I suddenly had. I felt like I was some sort of
drag queen, but everyone treated me as if it was the most normal thing in
the world for me to be a girl in a dress.
I had no idea how to act as a girl, but somehow I survived the dance. I
had no idea how to dance as a girl - heck, I had almost no idea how to
dance as a boy. So I just copied Zak's moves.
Later in the evening, it was hard to avoid having some dances where Zak
and I were hugging quite close. I could feel my boobs pressing against his
chest, and I've got to admit I enjoyed it. I felt a tingling down below,
rather similar to the stirring when an erection begins. In fact for a
moment I was waiting for my penis to begin straightening in my pants, but
then I realised I was getting the sensation, without anything moving.
Zak leaned in for a kiss, and I couldn't resist returning it. But after a
few moments, I realised what I was doing, and gently pulled away. Zak
seemed to get the hint, and didn't try to kiss again.
I decided 11.00 was the earliest I could leave. Around 10.45 I complained
to Zak that I wasn't feeling well (though of course he never could have
guessed why), and we left fairly soon after.
A few guys made some crude remarks - assuming we were going somewhere to
"make out" - but Zak put his arm around my shoulder to shield me, and led
me out.
At home, Zak politely led me to the door step, He leaned in for a
goodnight kiss. I decided I might as well let him have one more, so we had
a short kiss and said good night.
My mother was still up and asked me how the night went. I replied I wasn't
feeling great and went to my room. I got ready for bed, sat to pee
hopefully for the last time, and got in bed.
As I lay there, I couldn't avoid thinking back to the sensations I'd had
when I was hugging Zak. As I remembered the feelings, I felt those
tingling like-the-start-of-an-erection sensations again. Even though I
obviously wasn't getting erect, I could tell that something was happening
"down there", and after a while I realised that I was getting a little
moist inside my vagina. I felt around and found what seemed like the tip
of my tiny penis, but it was even more sensitive. I realised it was my
clitoris. Touching it was incredible. I brought some of the moisture onto
it, and it felt even more incredible!
But even though the sensations built up, there was no release. After
several frustrating minutes I gave up. It had been an experience, but it'd
be good to get my penis back. I prayed that The Magic Switcher would
really change me back, and went off to sleep.
*****
Sunday morning. I reached down and with great relief felt my morning wood.
I looked at The Magic Switcher. The small bead had turned back to blue,
and returned to the blue side. A quick look around confirmed that both I
and my room had returned to normal.
I got up and wandered down the hallway to the kitchen. Everybody else was
already up. When I walked in the kitchen went silent, and they all looked
at me.
"What the HELL do you think you were doing?" roared my Dad.
(My dad is usually mild mannered and I don't think I've ever even heard
him say "Hell" before).
"Going to the dance with Zak. You never told us you were 'that way.'"
"What way?" I stammered.
"Did you go to the dance with Zak?"
What else could I say... "Yes".
"Did you kiss Zak?"
I was silent.
"It's alright, I know the answer". He showed me his phone. It was a photo
of Zak and me kissing.
My mind went into meltdown. What had I done? Why was reality twisted like
this? What am I going to do?
"Well, get ready for church. I don't expect it'll be pretty, but we might
as well face the music."
I couldn't bear to stay in the kitchen any longer. I just went to my room,
my mind a whirl.
Rachel came and knocked on the door. "Paul, I just want to say you were
very brave. Very stupid choosing the dance to come out, but very brave. I
promise I'll be there for you."
Driving as a family to church, and being at church itself, was very, very
tense. I found myself "side-eyed" many times.
School the next day was even worse. I found that Zak and I were what
everyone was talking about. I was called "fag" what seemed like 100 times.
Quite a few students spoke to me in support, but that was weird too. I'm
all for acceptance, but I am not gay myself. Besides, the support mainly
came from students I hardly knew.
Zak avoided me for most of the day. When I finally cornered him, he said,
"Paul, I have no idea what came over me the other night. But I'm not gay,
never have been. If you are, that's cool, but leave me out of it!" And off
he walked.
On Tuesday, Zak wasn't at school. Or Wednesday either. I called and he
didn't answer. I called his home phone, and his mother reassured me he was
alright. She said they were thinking of selling up and moving interstate,
to make a new start. She said, through her tears, that she was sure John
(her husband) would be able to find a new job.
Meanwhile, the tension at home didn't get any better. Dad was angry. Joe
teased me. Mum just looked sad. Rachel was supportive - but how long can I
go just having my older sister as my only friend?
That night, Rachel knocked and came into my room.
"Paul, are you all right?"
"No," I replied.
"Do you want to talk?"
"What is there to talk about? My life is ruined. Everyone thinks I'm gay,
when I'm not. Everyone except you is angry at me. Zak's family is probably
going to move."
"So Paul... you say you're not gay? Are you bi?"
"No, it's not that. It's just... you wouldn't understand."
She sat down. "Try me. I'm your big sister. It's my job to be
understanding."
She continued, "Look, I just want to help. if there's anything you want to
tell me, I can promise, on my life, that I'll never tell anyone else."
I thought for a long time.
"OK, if I tell you something, please don't judge me. Don't call me crazy.
Or if I am crazy, say it nicely."
I gulped,
"It was magic."
"Magic?"
"Magic. I found a device which said I could spend one day experiencing
what it would be like if I'd been born female. Of course I didn't expect
it to work. But when I woke up on Saturday, I was a girl. At least, that's
how I remember Saturday. I spent the day as a girl and did the things I
would have done if I was born Paula instead of Paul. Including going to
the dance with Zak. And then I changed back while I slept Saturday night.
On Sunday, I woke up to this nightmare where everyone remembers Paul going
to the dance with Zak as his boyfriend."
I pulled out the old chest.
"Here it is," and I opened it, "The device I wish I'd never found. 'The
Magic Switcher.'"
Rachel reached towards the box. "May I?" she said. I nodded. She picked up
The Magic Switcher. As she held it, the beads turned pink and drifted to
the pink side.
"Wow", she said. "Wow, wow, wow."
"You have got mixed up in some heavy magic".
"You believe me?"
"Yes, I believe you. Or at least, what you're saying is possible. I've
dabbled in magic. I know magic is real. But... let me get this straight.
This magic... it altered memories? It made everyone, including me, think
you were Paula?"
"Yes," I replied.
"That is really advanced, really risky magic. Once you start messing with
memories all sorts of unpredictable things can happen."
"Magic can't change the past, so it has to alter objects and memories in a
sort of 'most plausible with least amount of work' scenario. But altering
memories is really risky, especially if the spell isn't cast by a truly
expert magician."
She continued, "Gender specific activities are particularly tricky. I read
once that they are almost impossible after about age 12, because teenagers
start having gender specific interactions. This device shouldn't have
tried it on someone your age. But since you don't play any sport or have a
real lot of friends, I'm guessing that switching your reality to female
wasn't too hard."
"The problem came you went to the dance with Zak. Then, I'm guessing, it
had to work out the most plausible substitute when it changed you back.
Too many people were there so it would have been very hard to alter
memories to pretend you didn't attend. So it looks like the 'easiest'
change was to pretend you and Zak went on a same sex date."
"I'm sorry, but I can't think of any magic which will could fix this."
"So why did it say it was a 'Risk free trial'?" I grumbled.
"Because... the person who made it wasn't as good a magician as they
thought they were. Judging by the styling, this device isn't really that
old, maybe 1960s or 1970s. Back then, a lot of people got into magic
without fully appreciating its power. Like I said, it never should have
tried to transform someone your age in the first place."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what to suggest. I think all you can do is tough
it out. But I will be there for you."
Once Rachel left, I took hold of The Magic Switcher again. I realised
there was one other thing I could try. I'm sure Rachel would advise
against it. But I had to see if just for one day, switching back to female
would help things.
I thought back to what a disaster it had been on Saturday. Would Thursday
be a disaster too? But with no one except Rachel talking to me at the
moment, how could it be any worse?
I pushed the small bead to the pink side, and went to bed.
*****
I woke up Thursday morning and, sure enough, I was female again, and my
room was a girl's room again.
I walked down for breakfast. My family was there, and everyone was smiles,
acting as if I had always been a girl, and nothing was wrong. Dad kissed
me on the forehead as he left for work. I was so overwhelmed I began to
cry.
School was incredibly normal too - normal if you forget the fact that I
was now a girl. People talked to me as usual, girls were friendly, guys
were respectful. And Zak was there, being my "good friend", who had spent
Saturday with me and then gone to the dance with me.
Dinner at home was just as uneventful. Any hint of the scandal was gone. I
felt awkward and uncomfortable in my female body, but my family was
treating tonight as an ordinary dinner with their daughter and sister
Paula. As at breakfast, the love and acceptance, after 4 days of torment,
brought me to tears.
Everything was normal, and everything was fixed. Except me.
That night, I sat in my room and reflected on my day. I had avoided the
trouble, but at what cost? Did I really have no choice but to live out my
life as a girl?
My one day trial was over. I had the choice of going back to male, for a
day at least, or becoming permanently female.
So I had a choice. I could choose a life which I had no idea how to live.
I knew nothing about having a vagina and being a girl. But I knew it was a
future which included periods, childbirth, and worrying about sexual
harassment and lower pay rates.
Or I could choose to keep my penis, and be bullied and tormented. Even if
I cleared my name, so to speak, the "gay" photo of me at the dance would
be on the internet forever. And Zak's family would spend who knows how
much money, moving and trying to start a new life.
I went to my room and picked up The Magic Switcher. I stared at it: the
large bead was currently on the blue side, indicating that my 'default
state' was male I would change back to male tomorrow.
I guess some of you reading this are thinking that I made my decision too
quickly. But you didn't live through those 4 days of hatred and isolation.
And you didn't see it all evaporate on the Thursday.
I pushed the large bead to the pink side, and went to bed.
*****
[Author's note: I deplore all forms of homophobia and bigotry. It's only
in here as a plot device. I first dreamed up this story about 10 years
ago. In the intervening years, I'm happy to say that the reaction of
Paul's parents and "friends" has become a lot less plausible.]
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