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Life is whatever you make it Jimmy Lindberg Contents Chapter 1 - My uninteresting life (so far) Chapter 2 - Precious feelings Chapter 3 - More than just friends? Chapter 4 - Testing Chapter 5 - Just teasing Chapter 6 - Morning brings new surprises Chapter 7 - Hero Chapter 8 - Back to normal Chapter 9 - Such a girl Chapter 10 - Taking the next step Chapter 11 - A new role? Chapter 12 - Straight out the window Chapter 13 - Like it is supposed to be Chapter 14 - Solving the mystery Chapter 15 - A new world in the morning Chapter 16 - Spinning Chapter 17 - And so they move forward Chapter 18 - Happily ever after Chapter 1 "Come on John, keep up!" Rick shouted back to me. I was trailing behind the other runners and felt that I would never be able to catch up to him or the others in this 1500m race for boys aged 14-15. I wasn't the speediest and in races such as this it was obvious, but the longer the distance the better I was. Rick was superior to me in all distances and he was both taller and stronger, which might have had part in it. The bell rang, indicating that the leader was now beginning the last lap, I was trailing and was about 50m behind the leading trio. It had previously been a quintet but as the pace picked up two of them were unable to keep up. I was heading towards a fairly good time and when I was on the far stretch I saw that Rick was in the curve and beginning putting in a sprint to shake off the other two. I still had to focus on my own race though and saw that I was closing in on fourth and fifth place. I passed them as we headed into the final stretch. I saw Rick going for the win and the two behind him struggling and pushing at each other. The smaller one of the two took a wrong step as he tried pushing past the other and fell onto the side of the track. Rick passed the finish line about three seconds ahead of number two. The guy that had fallen was on the side, holding his foot, his ankle seemed sprained. I finished third with a time of 4:28.57, a new personal best and the first time in my life that I ran a sub 4:30 1500m race. As this was also the District Championships I had advanced to the State Finals along with Rick and the guy who hadn't fallen. When I passed the finish line Rick immediately hugged me tight in a congratulatory way and was extremely excited that I would be accompanying him to the finals. When we had seen the starting list and the other runners' personal bests neither of us had thought it possible for me to advance past this competition. Rick had instead advised me to take it easier and keep a steady pace throughout the entire race so that I instead would race against my personal best, which before the race was 4:32. Rick had been focused on going for the win the entire time. And as luck would have it we had both achieved our goals. While Rick hadn't set a personal best he had run a 4:06, which for a 15-year- old was quite an achievement. Our trainer congratulated both of us for having ran a good race, she had been a former runner at national level herself and had been close to qualifying to the Olympics at one point in her life. But as for many runners her career had been cut short due to injuries. Once her career was over she had attended medical school and became a physiotherapist. She had however missed running and had joined our local running club and quickly advanced to being one of the better runners and then one of the trainers. While she was closing in on 50 she could still run a 10km in 37 minutes. For those who don't know much about running it is an extremely good time. The race official called for the award ceremony and she ushered us back down at the track to stand on the podium. Since I finished third I was the first to be called. The announcer started "Third place, with a time of 4:28.57, Johnnie Fowler!" I got up on the podium and waited for Rick and the other guy, Trent was his name if anyone wants to know, to get up as well. Once having received our small memorial medals we stepped down and gave them to our coach for safekeeping while we ran a few laps on the grass to cool down. Since we were the oldest children our race had been the last one of the day. We got in our coach's car and started our one hour drive back home. Rick and I had been friends since kindergarten and had done most things together throughout our lives. We became neighbors when we were still toddlers. While both of us had been sporty, Rick had always had that little extra that put him ahead of me. I was a bit envious of him but his personality and spirit made it impossible to really be jealous. When we were preschoolers we had both started playing soccer, played for a few years and quit in third grade. I was usually the benchwarmer while he was the captain of our team. We had however gotten tired of soccer and tried out several other sports such as tennis, table tennis, gymnastics, judo, floorball and then athletics. We had started athletics when we were twelve and at first we had enjoyed all different disciplines. I had especially enjoyed high jump but had never been any good at it. We did soon realize that both of us were good at middle- and especially at long distance running and had settled for this after about one year. We had joined a club for long distance running since we both felt that we would have greater chances of achieving our full potential there. We had now been members for two years and had both improved enormously during this time. Rick, who was six months older than me, had hit puberty before we joined the running club while I had hit it only a few months ago. While I had never been short I wasn't much more than 1.65m at the moment, while Rick was closer to 1.80m. I was a little bothered by the fact that I now had to look up at him when I just a few years earlier had to bend my neck downwards to look at him while taking. He kept telling me that one day I would shoot past him so that he would have to use a ladder to look me in the eyes. He was a funny guy with a laid-back attitude who could always cheer me up when I was feeling down. While we were both doing well in school Rick had a natural talent for sports and excelled in this subject. I was more of an all-round type who was good in most things but not really the best in anything. Naturally our parents had arranged so that we were classmates all through elementary school and we were now in the summer break between 8th and 9th grade. Neither of us had any siblings and both of us only had one living parent. My mother had died during childbirth so I sadly never got any opportunity to meet her. But dad had done the best he could and I was glad to have him as a father, most of the time. Rick's father had been a policeman and had been killed during a bank robbery when Rick and I were nine. He had been honored with having a street named after him, George Wilson Street. Rick and I had been at school when he was shot and Rick broke down completely when his mother came to pick him up and informed him that his father had been fatally wounded and was in the hospital having surgery. Due to our close relationship I had come along as emotional support for Rick and as soon as Rick's mother, Elaine, started the car Rick grabbed my shoulders and lent in crying on my chest. Even though I didn't personally lose a family member this had been the so far saddest experience in my life. We had both cried and Elaine did her best to comfort us. She called my dad, Roger, and informed him of what had happened. As soon as he heard the news he left his writer's office at the local newspaper to come to the hospital and be there for us. Rick and I had bawled our tear glands empty by the time dad got there. He found us leaning against Elaine and quietly sobbing. Elaine was more gathered as she still held on to the faintest strip of hope that the surgeons would somehow manage to save him. Dad had sat down next to Rick's mom and she had leaned towards him while he held her close to him. An hour or so passed as we waited and prayed to every supernatural power we could think of that George would survive. A doctor approached us, looking completely neutral. He told us that his right internal carotid artery (arteria carotis interna dextra) had been damaged severely from a bullet and that while they had managed to repair it, the damage to his brain (cerebrum) had already been too severe to save him. Rick's mom got hysteric and started screaming and spasming in dad's arms. The reaction had been so severe that they had to give her a shot to calm her down. After this incident our families had been closer than ever and I spent almost every night with Rick and Elaine. Dad had done everything in his power to be there for all of us. George had been like the brother dad never had and they had spent much time together. Neither dad nor Elaine found it possible to see the other one as anything more than a friend, which resulted in both of our parents now being widowed and content with it. Both of them had reasoned that their respective partner had been the love of their life and that they now had to do the best to preserve their legacy. Since Rick and I had only recently entered puberty we had only just begun discovering that girls actually could be something other than annoying. Rick had already had one girlfriend, whom he had been together with for almost a year before breaking up. I was a bit shyer and hadn't really found the guts to ask any of the girls I knew out. I had a few girl friends but no girlfriend. I wasn't too bothered by it and instead I spent time with Rick being out biking, running or discovering the surrounding woods or searching for metal with an old metal detector. We would sometimes go in to town and hang at the local mall. We usually ordered something healthy at one of the fast-food restaurants and once finished we sat and looked at people. Usually "people," was the same as "girls." Neither of us were judging or rating them based on their appearance and instead we just enjoyed wondering about all the mysteries surrounding the female sex. This particular day, about one week after the District Championships, we were just sitting in the mall without any real plans on doing anything particular there. It was a warm day in early July and we had thought that we would spend a few hours in the late afternoon in the local woods searching for buried treasures with the metal detector my dad had inherited after my grandfather's death. We had done this several times and the closest thing to a treasure we had found was an old coin from the time of the American Revolution. It wasn't really worth that much but to us it was a symbol of our friendship and a lucky charm that we brought with us wherever we went. Usually we would swap it between the two of us every two weeks or so or if one of us had something important coming up. During the District Championships Rick had worn it around his neck. The time went by really slowly today and I suggested that we would go check out the stores in the mall. Rick didn't have anything against that and we soon found ourselves wandering around from store to store and checking out the merchandise. Rick bought a cap saying "NY," in one store and put it on his head along with a pair of dark sunglasses. "You look like a real player Rick!" I joked. "I most certainly do, get ready for the big rush of ladies John. I don't want them to run over you just because you're too short to see," he retorted. "The only thing that will be run over is your massive ego!" I threw back. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. In the next shop I found a t-shirt that I thought looked amazing. It was blue with a print of a wolf sitting on a cliff howling at the moon. "Dude, that's a girl's shirt!" Rick said. "So what, it doesn't really look feminine and I like it. Isn't that what's most important?" I told him. "If you say so John, as long as you like it I won't object." I got into one of the booths and tried it on, it was a little tight so I figured that I would buy a larger one that I could grow into. The cashier didn't find anything strange with me buying a shirt that came from the women's section. I put the bag with my brand new, never worn shirt in my backpack and asked Rick if he wanted to look around some more or go back home and fetch dad's metal detector. Both of us had apparently had enough of shopping and we quickly biked the relatively short distance back to my house. Dad was in the backyard with Elaine. Elaine was sunbathing while dad was doing laps in our small pool. They had been really close ever since Rick's dad passed away and we knew that there wasn't any deeper meaning to the two of them spending time together like this. We told them of our plans and dad told us to be back by six, which was in about three hours, so that we would be in time for dinner. Dad enjoyed cooking, which might have been part of why he had landed a job as a food reviewer and critic for the newspaper. During summer he liked grilling and since both families were small we usually ate together whenever we could. We said goodbye to our parents and headed towards the woods. Since we both felt energetic we decided to go a bit farther than usual. The metal detector was partly foldable so Rick took it on his package holder. Once we had reached our destination and parked our bikes we realized that we had forgotten our cellphones. "Eh, don't bother with them now. We'll just waste a bunch of time and energy if we go back now. I'm sure that we will survive for a few hours with them," Rick said. I didn't really see any reason to object so I shrugged my shoulders and fastened my backpack properly. We had been searching for a couple of hours without really finding anything more than old bottle caps and tin cans and we were about to head back when the detector started signaling intensely. The area looked old and untouched so we hoped that it wouldn't just be another piece of scrap metal. We reached the point where we got the highest signal, it was in the middle of what looked like an old burnt down house ground. There was a large tree growing in it, so there probably hadn't been any real building there for more than a century. I started digging in the moist dirt with my little shovel. The object seemed to be deeply buried, I started using my hands once I felt a solid "thud." Rick wanted to help but I told him that it was enough that one of us got dirty and I was the only one with a spare shirt. My hands and shirt got dirty but soon I had managed to dig up what appeared to be an old wooden box. We saw that the wood was as good as rotten once I had lifted it up on the ground. There was a wooden drawer with a little keyhole on the front of the box. I tried opening it but it was locked. While the lock mechanism appeared to have stood the test of time the rest of it hadn't. Since this box appeared to be an old homemade construction there was probably not any value to it either. Resolute as he was, Rick took out his pocket knife and rammed it into the wood surrounding the lock. He easily pierced it and pulled out his knife. I tried opening the box again and, after a bit of bending and shoving it back and forth, it gave after. In the box there was a pile of old crumbled paper with no longer legible handwriting. After I removed some of the old paper I saw that there was a small medallion of some kind. I carefully lifted it out of the box and held it in my hand. It wasn't particularly pretty and looked cheap. On one side there was a picture of what looked like an ugly fairy. I held it out for Rick to see and tossed it into his hands and began cleaning the dirt from my nails with my already dirty shirt. Rick sat down on a rock and inspected our find while I removed my dirty shirt. I put it on the ground before searching my backpack for my new and clean one. I grabbed it and turned towards Rick. Apparently he had finished looking at it and was sitting there letting it dangle in its chain from his fingertips. I put my dirty shirt in the plastic bag for my new shirt and started putting it back in the backpack. "Hey, put the medallion in the bag with your shirt!" Rick said and threw the medallion towards me. I caught it in the hand holding my new shirt and suddenly felt a small spark from where the medallion was touching my shirt and skin. I put the medallion around my neck instead, while putting my dirty shirt in the backpack and pulling my new shirt on. "Nah, I'll just wear it," I told Rick and put my backpack back on. We started walking back towards our bikes but hadn't gotten very far when I suddenly started feeling strange. "Rick..." I barely whispered with my voice cracking. Since I had started puberty only recently it did so all the time. But this time it felt different somehow. Rick turned towards me to see what I wanted. "What is...Oh my god?! What the heck is happening to you?!" he screamed and ran towards me. While I hadn't really seen anything happening to me I certainly felt that something was somehow different. My hair started falling down in my eyes, which was really strange considering that I had recently cut it so short that I couldn't even see it. I fell towards the ground but before I hit it Rick caught my back and slowed down my fall. He got down in a sitting position and tried holding my head and body up so that I leaned on him. My hair was now down to my mouth and kept growing. My chest area started feeling heavy and Rick had to loosen his grip around my chest since two small protuberances started growing from it. My hips started turning a bit inwards and expanded in size while my waist got thinner. The muscles on my legs and arms lost a bit of their tone and my skin got softer. Rick, who sat holding me, certainly felt my body changing and he had to adjust so that my now wider hips had enough room. I turned my face towards him. His eyes looked truly terrified and he probably would have said the same about mine if he could talk at the moment. Suddenly the tingling focused on my face as I felt my skin getting softer and nose shrinking slightly. My eyes widened a bit and my face got a more rounded form. My hair stopped growing once it was down on my neck and my face stopped tingling at the same time. I then felt it in my crotch area and screamed of fear of what was happening to my body. The sound that escaped my now fuller lips was higher-pitched and softer than I expected. Rick hugged me tight and told me to relax. For some reason his arms felt more comfortable around my changing body than expected. My hands darted down towards my crotch but failed to find what I was looking for. I held them in front of my head and saw them shrinking before my eyes. All in all the tingling kept on for ten or so minutes before I felt it grinding to a halt. I looked at Rick who just stared at my face. "What happened to...?" I started saying before instinctively putting my hand over my mouth. The voice that came out of it was not the one I had gotten used to. It sounded downright female. Rick took my shoulder and made an attempt to look at me with serious eyes. "John, I don't know how the hell it happened but you appear to have turned into a girl," he managed to say before folding his eyes away from mine. I sat completely petrified and barely got out a single sound. "Are you sure?" I asked with a whispering tone. "After what I just saw I am not sure of anything anymore," he answered monotonously. "Can you check for me?" I asked him, not sure if I could handle what was going on. "Ehh... I don't think me..." he started saying. "Please Rick! I don't think I can handle this on my own!" I said and felt tears slowly running down my cheeks. "Ok," he said and adjusted his position so that he could see the front of my body. He lifted up my shirt and we both saw two mounds sticking out from my chest. They weren't awfully large but they were certainly big enough to be classified as breasts. I felt my tears falling faster and started shaking a little. "Well, you do certainly have breasts John," Rick tried saying matter-of-factly. He could see the fear in me and decided that it was better to get this over with as quick as possible and pulled down my jeans shorts. I closed my eyes since I did not want to see what I already suspected would be there. Rick only inspected my crotch for a few seconds before pulling my trousers and shorts back up. "You have a vagina," Rick said in a voice not much higher than a whisper. I felt all my energy disappear and I sank back into him without thinking anything. "It's ok John, everything will be alright. I'm sure this is only temporary and that you will be back to normal as soon as possible," he said softly while holding me tight. I continued crying for what felt like forever before he managed to calm me down enough to breathe properly. "Could you release me?" I asked Rick and his arms immediately fell to his sides. I remained sitting where I was until my now standing friend offered me his hand. I stood up on my feet and immediately realized that my point of gravity had changed. He held my hand with the other carefully on my back as I started regaining balance. "At least you don't look shorter than before," he said in a comforting voice. I slowly started walking and after a few attempts I had figured out how to move forward without falling over in my altered body. "Do I look much different from normal?" I asked him. "Well, not really. You certainly look like a girl but your facial features are about the same as before. Your voice is a bit higher but your speech pattern is the same as before. The only things that have really changed are that you now appear to have long hair and boobs," Rick tried answering me in an objective and not too upsetting way. "So I look like I would if I had been a girl?" I followed up. "Yes, you could say that. You certainly appear to look like most other girls I've seen," Rick said calmly. "What am I going to tell dad and Elaine?" I asked him. "I think it's for the best if we just told them the truth. You touched the medallion and put it on and all of a sudden started changing," he said. "But you wore it as well, so why didn't you change?" I asked him. "I don't know John, I have no idea how it happened." "Wait!" I said, "When the medallion touched my new shirt I felt a small spark of electricity in my hand! And since this was apparently a shirt meant to be worn by girls I might have turned into one because of that!" I finished. "If that is the case then you should probably try touching the shirt you have in your bag. That one is definitely a boy's shirt," Rick replied. He reached for my bag and handed me the shirt. I tried touching the medallion to it but I did not feel anything. I stood and waited for a few minutes but once it was apparent that nothing was happening I tried the next thing I could think of. I hadn't been wearing any shirt the last time I felt the spark, so I pulled off my sweater. Rick's face turned red and he turned around instantaneously. "What's the problem?" I asked. "I can't just look at a girl without a bra or shirt on. It wouldn't be fair towards them!" he said with his head turned away from me. "It's ok Rick, I don't care if you see my... breasts... I am not really a girl so it doesn't matter to me," I told him. "Please Rick, you have to help me here and I can't do it with you not looking at me!" I said with a desperate tone in my voice. "Try out what you were thinking of first. If it doesn't work I'll turn around," he replied. I put on my dirty shirt and touched it with the medallion. No spark now either. I threw it on the ground, cursing over whatever I could think of. I put the clean shirt back on and told him that it was ok to turn around. He turned to look at me and he was clearly thinking about what we could do about the bizarre situation. "Maybe it is time-based?" Rick wondered aloud. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I mean that it might have to recharge for a certain amount of time before you can use it again." "What if I'm stuck like this! I don't want to be a girl for the rest of my life! Nobody is going to believe that I am Johnnie Fowler and instead they'll think that I am some sort of escaped lunatic!" I screamed at him before another round of tears started bursting out of my eyes. "If that is the case then I will stand by your side and convince them about who you are. I will take care of you so that you will never go away to an asylum or anything like that," Rick responded with a strong and confident sounding voice. "And how do you plan on doing that? Marrying me?" I was still upset but I could feel that I was calming down. "If that is what I'll have to do, then so be it! But I don't we should think that far ahead now John. Let's try finding a way to change you back before we start planning our wedding," he said with a smile. I couldn't force myself to look angry any longer and smiled back at him. "Yeah, that sounds like a better plan," I replied. "So, what should we do now?" I continued. "Well, considering that we have all our gear and the medallion I think we should start heading back and inform our parents." "Ok." I had a hard time finding my balance on my bike and I fell over repeatedly before actually managing to get anywhere. "Try riding a bike with your boobs hanging as a lead weight on your chest," I muttered to myself. Apparently Rick heard me and said "If for some reason you are stuck like that you will have to invest in new clothes. Mom has told me that a bra really helps with restricting the movement of your breasts." I knew that he was only trying to be helpful but I felt extremely scared of potentially spending the rest of my life as a girl. I had no idea how to be one. Would I have to start wearing skirts and dresses? Be in need to wear make-up and jewelry wherever I went? Would I be forced to date boys?! I started crying again, but did this in silence so that Rick wouldn't hear me. Apparently my girl-body wasn't as fit as my boy-body but I didn't really have any problems with the distance, it was more that I couldn't get as much power and speed out of my thinner leg muscles as I had been able to before. Rick noticed that I was having trouble keeping up and slowed down his pace as well so that I wouldn't have to push myself to keep up with him. We passed a local restaurant and checked the time on their outside clock, "19:21." We were going to be late and they would definitely be angry at us for missing dinner. And then we would somehow have to convince them that I was who I claimed to be. When we had arrived it had started getting colder and we couldn't see either of them in my backyard. The lights in Rick's house were out, while the ones in mine weren't. We parked our bikes in the shed and moved towards my front door. Rick raised his hand to knock on the door but I hindered him. "Wait! We can't just walk in there, they'll go insane at you for being late and then dragging some unknown girl into your best friend's house!" I whispered to him. "So what should we do John?" he asked me. "Why don't you knock on the door while I hide and then you'll tell them about what has happened? If they decide to give this the benefit of doubt you can signal for me to step forward. Hopefully we can convince them that I am me," I said. "And how would we do that?" "I guess that dad might start asking me a bunch of questions that only I would know the answers to or something." "Yeah it sounds like a..." Rick started saying before we both saw the door swing open with our parents standing in the doorway. Chapter 2 "What's going on here and who is that girl with you Richard?" Elaine said with a questioning voice, while her eyes were darting all over us. "And where is John?" my dad slurred. I quickly darted behind Rick in an attempt to hide from their confused eyes. "Eeeh, hi mom, hi Mr. Fowler," Rick nervously started, "John and I were out in the woods with the metal detector searching for things like we usually do every once in a while. We didn't really find anything other than rubbish and were preparing to head back when the detector started signaling like crazy and we had to go see what it was. Anyway John dug it out of the ground and we saw that it was an old wooden box. There was this lock on it which made it impossible to pull open. So I used my knife to destroy the lock by pushing it at it. Since the wood was so old it easily gave out. John then opened it and pulled out a bunch of old illegible pieces of paper before pulling out some kind of medallion. We inspected it and didn't really think that it was anything special until John accidentally touched it with a new shirt he bought today. He had to put on a new shirt since the other one had gotten dirty from the digging. He said that he felt a small spark of electricity and then put the new shirt and the medallion on. We had just started walking towards our bikes when John all of a sudden started... changing. His voice cracked strangely and he fell backwards. I caught him before he fell on the ground. Then his whole body started shaking and he transformed before my very eyes. His hair got longer and his face softer. His hands and feet shrank a bit and his hips turned slightly inwards. His skin got soft all over and he started growing breasts. His penis then somehow turned into a vagina and his voice turned female. Before I knew it I was now holding a girl. So... to answer both your questions..." Rick took a step to the left, leaving me in full display, "This is John," Rick said quietly. Dad and Elaine looked at each other, then me, then Rick, then me again and then back at each other. They both burst out into laughter and we could tell that they must have had alcohol with the dinner or afterwards. "I don't think so Rick," my dad said, "This girl is not my son." "Rick, if you've gotten a girlfriend please just say so," Elaine continued, "There is no reason to be shy about having one you know." My dad continued, "And it is a bit too late at night to come over and attempt ridiculous jokes such as this one. If John's staying over with a friend or something then just say so," my dad added. I decided to step in. "Dad, we are not joking and I really am your son, Johnnie Fowler. I was born the 12th October and will turn 15 later this year. Mom died while she gave birth to me and we moved here shortly after I was born. We went to Disneyland when I was five and you caught an enormous bass the same year. I've been Rick's best friend since before kindergarten and we have done everything together. We are members in the same running club and recently we both qualified for the State Finals. I set a new personal best during the race, 4:28.57 and came in third place. I have the whole shelf above my bed full with medals that I've earned from racing. And Rick is telling the truth. Before we came back here to go metal-searching we had been at the mall all day. Rick bought a cap and I bought a new shirt, which I'm currently wearing. Rick told me that this was a girl's shirt but I told him that it didn't look like one. I had it in my backpack when we got to the woods and I accidentally touched the medallion to it when I was putting it on. So, you see, I really am John!" I bursted out rapidly. Dad and Elaine just looked at us and then at each other. "Look Rick, we don't want to have a great evening ruined with your nonsense. Elaine and I are watching a movie and are not up to this anymore. Elaine is staying the night here so you two can have your house to yourselves. Your girlfriend's cute so I am sure that the two of you will figure out something to do... Now please go to your house and leave us alone!" my dad said before slamming the door in Rick's face. "What the heck!" we both blurted out at the same time. "Now what?" I asked Rick. "John, our parents are obviously a bit drunk and are not thinking logically at the moment. We should probably do as they said and spend the night in my house. And if we haven't figured out how to change you back by tomorrow morning then we'll try telling them again," Rick told me while holding his arm on my shoulder. "Do as they said?! Dad suggested that you and I should have sex or something!" I screamed in his face. "John, we're obviously not going to do that so just calm down a bit. We'll try changing you back when we're inside and if it doesn't work we'll stick to my plan. If it does work then we'll have nothing to worry about. I'll warm a couple of lasagnas in the oven and then we'll watch a movie. Does that sound ok to you?" he said with a calm and gentle look in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess it does." We stepped into the hallway and closed the door. Rick told me to go into the bathroom and try out the medallion again. He advised me not to lock the door if there were any complications. In the meantime he would start the oven and prepare a couple of Elaine's frozen homemade lasagnas. I came into the bathroom and immediately tore my new shirt of and threw it on the ground. I took up my dirty shirt from the backpack and begged for this to work. Once again I tried touching the shirt and the medallion, then wearing the shirt and the medallion, then wearing the medallion first and the shirt, finally I stripped naked and tried a shirt that belonged to Rick from the laundry basket. Nothing worked and the end result was instead that I had managed spilling dirt all over me and in my hair. I saw no other choice but to step into their shower and wash myself clean. The hot water felt unusually calming on my now softer skin. My hair led the water down in a way I had never experienced before. I knew that longer hair required more care so I carefully shampooed it before rinsing it and then borrowed some of Rick's mom's conditioner. Another thing I noticed was how the water ran down my breasts and how sensitive my nipples were. When I tried showering my crotch it tingled all over and since I didn't really understand the female anatomy very well I refrained from exploring it too much. Once I felt satisfied, I started drying myself and my hair turned out to dry slowly. I saw that Elaine's hairdryer was lying on one of the shelves by the sink and plugged it in. I had only used one a few times in my life and I had never really had long enough hair to need one. The warmth from the hairdryer felt good and it didn't take too long to dry my hair properly. I then used a hairbrush to complete the bathroom duties. "Rick!" I called out. "What is it John?" he asked back, not letting the disappointment of me obviously having failed to turn back come out too much. "What should I wear? My clothes are dirty from digging and falling of my bike!." "Oh! Err, you look to be as tall as my mom so she should probably have something that fits you," he replied. 'Great, more women's clothes...' "Ok!" I replied. "And John... Be sure to wrap your towel around your breasts," he said. Stepping out of the bathroom I found Rick sitting in the living room waiting for me. "Ok, I'm finished," I said, alerting my presence. Rick got up from the couch he was sitting in and turned towards me. His face turned red. "What is it Rick?" I asked cautiously. "John, I don't want you to take this the wrong way but you make a very pretty girl..." he said while looking down on the floor. Now it was my turn to blush. 'What the... Why am I blushing?' I tried calming down and instead asked him to show me to his mother's room, which was where everything I would need was. Before I could grab him he excused himself by saying that he would check the lasagnas and find a movie for us to watch. I was now alone with a wardrobe full of women's clothes in front of me. Rick had advised me to wear a bra so that my breast wouldn't jump up and down. Being a girl for just a few hours had already taught me a few things that no teenage boy should ever have to learn. I tried out Elaine's collection of brassieres and eventually found a plain white one that appeared to not be too big. The next problem was trying to hook it. I had seen girls in movies doing this before but never paid much attention to it. Thankfully I had always been flexible so it wasn't really any problem to fasten the hooks once I had figured out how to wear it. I adjusted my breasts so that they were completely in their respective cups. I then searched for a pair of trousers but was disappointed to see that Rick's mom only wore panties. I searched through a few of them and found a grey pair that felt soft on my skin. I pulled them up over my new orifice and found them to be very comfortable. There was a wide selection of shirts, tops, blouses and whatever else they were called. I found what appeared to be a large loose-fitting shirt and pulled it over my head. At the same time Rick knocked on the door and entered the room just to see me putting on one of his mother's dark green dresses. I also realized what it was but not wanting to embarrass myself any further I tried acting like I had wanted to try it on. 'Once in Rome' Rick figured and gave me a briefing that dinner was ready. "I'll just put on a pair of socks and then I'll be right out," I replied. He gave me a thumbs up and closed the door. Luckily I didn't mix the socks with pantyhose and was soon dressed well enough to go out into the living room. For the next hour or so we managed to act like it was an everyday occurrence that Rick and I would sit watching a movie with one of us wearing a dress. We remained rather quiet during this time and neither of us really found anything that appeared proper to say. Usually we would be able to talk about anything but suddenly it was like there were now a lot of topics that were taboo to talk about. We talked a bit about the recent race and how it would be to race in the State Championships. Since I might as well be stuck as a girl for the rest of my life we felt that this really wasn't anything that we should discuss at the moment. Rick continued comforting me and told me that everything would be alright. We would solve this as soon as possible and then we would go out running first thing in the morning, after I'd changed back. Then we sat in silence for the next thirty minutes. Eventually Rick broke the ice by asking me "How does it feel to be a girl?" "I don't know. A little strange I guess. My skin is super- sensitive and I pick up all these new scents that I've never been aware of before. I feel a bit more emotional, but that might be from everything that has happened today. It is a bit strange to suddenly have a bit of weight on my chest and no longer feel anything in my crotch when I move around. Other than that I think that everything feels pretty much the same," I replied honestly. "Well, I can't speak from experience so I'll just take your word for it. You've certainly managed to calm down since we were in the woods," Rick said, smiling towards me. "Yeah, I guess that after I got past the initial shock and started getting used to this body, I managed to calm down quite a bit. I believe that a huge part of it is because you've been here to support me all day. I don't know what I would've done if you had turned tails and ran on me." The room started filling with a strange air. "John, I would never abandon you. You are my best friend in the entire world and I trust you more than I trust myself. I consider myself extremely lucky to have you in my life. And I believe that no matter how much things change or how different our lives turn out to be that you and I will always be there for each other. What has happened today hasn't changed anything about how I feel about this. You were there for me when my dad died and now I can be there for you when you're going through whatever this is and for however long it lasts," Rick said and pulled me into a hug. I felt my face turning red again and tried lightening the mood that had suddenly found itself in the room. "So, if I'm stuck like this you'll marry me?" I looked at him with a smile. "I sure will. We'll have the most extravagant wedding of all time. There'll be all kinds of events for everyone. A clown to scare the children, a disco for kids our age and for the adults we'll have a large dancing hall combined with a cinema and spa!" he said, barely containing his laughter. "I see, and who will pay for all of this? I've read that a wedding is one of the most expensive events in your life," I asked. "I figured that one day we'll discover a spectacular treasure and then we'll have so much money that we will never have to do anything we don't want to do again," he said, now laughing. "So where will we live? Here?" he asked me. "I don't know, if we'll have as much money as you say then we could certainly afford a bigger place and a lot of caretakers to fix things for us," I said. "Yeah, you're right. That would be awesome. But if we never find this super fantastic treasure we'll just have to find a smaller place where we can live peacefully. I'll find a good job and you can be at home raising our children..." Rick said, while continuing to laugh. "Children? I don't know about that Rick. I have read that giving birth is extremely painful and isn't something that you should take too lightly. And besides, we would have to do a bit of dirty stuff in order to get there," I said with a sly grin towards Rick. "I promise that I would be there for you whenever you needed me to. I would be the perfect husband and would care for my wife all my heart. I would stand beside you whatever happened and I would show my love to you every single day and make you feel like the most important person in the world," he said. Once again I felt myself blush but this time I didn't really care. I turned my face towards him and looked him deeply in the eyes. "And then? What will happen when we're old and frail?" I asked with true curiosity. "Then we will live with one of our grandchildren and get treated like royalty until we one day would slowly fade away while holding hands with each other.".. What happened next completely surprised both of us. I looked into his eyes and suddenly I saw something more than my friend in them. What it was I did not know, but it was something I had never felt before for anyone. He looked at me in the same way and by some kind of magnetic force we drew closer and closer until our lips touched. Contrary to what my brain was telling me I had no intention of pulling back and scream. Instead I tilted my head so that I could kiss him properly. He did the very same thing and for a few sweet moments it felt like there wasn't anything more important in the world than our kissing lips. I had never kissed before and had no idea how it worked. I had these thoughts about me and the girl I did it with just stood there clumsily sucking at each other's lips before awkwardly pulling away to never attempt it again. Yet here I was with a boy I had known my entire life and had never ever felt anything for suddenly longing for much more. The kiss itself felt like the greatest thing I'd ever experienced and I felt my whole body tingling. Neither of us really wanted to let go of the other but eventually we had to that. Once we withdrew our heads away from each other panic immediately started setting itself in both of us. Rick was the first to speak: "Look John, I'm terribly sorry for that and I don't know what came over me! I'm so sorry for having taken advantage of you when you're like this. But for just one short moment I couldn't see anything but the most beautiful girl in the world sitting next to me!" I was dumbstruck and did not know what to say. I just sat there, looking like my brain had gone on vacation to the moon, while one million things were running back and forth in my head. Eventually I managed to speak. "Rick, this day has been the weirdest one in my entire life and I really did not expect that it would end with this. As you probably know this was my first kiss and in the state I am now I am extremely grateful for what you did." "No hard feelings?" he asked. "None whatsoever," I replied. With that our sudden unexpected romantic moment was over and we returned to watching the film. I now had a feeling that everything would be alright no matter what happened. I found that I could finally relax and enjoy the movie without worrying about anything. After the movie ended we decided to watch another one. This particular movie had been our favorite movie when we were children but we still enjoyed watching it from time to time. This time it felt like the movie was speaking to us in a way we had never heard before, but now made perfect sense. We managed to talk casually without any of the strangeness that we had felt before. Eventually the movie was over and neither of us really had the energy to get out of the couch and turn of the TV. Instead I let my head fall deeply into one of the couch pillows and I was probably deep asleep even before landing. I awoke by feeling a warm gust of air straight to my neck and for a few moments I had no idea where I was or how I'd gotten here. As I felt the warmth again I slowly turned around to realize that Rick and I somehow had managed to switch positions during the night so that we were now laying right next to each other and that he was spooning me. One of his arms was positioned around my waist and his head was right behind me. As I tried to move I felt his body and breathing stir a little before going back to normal. I didn't really want to be in this position but I didn't want to wake him up either. I started moving my legs a little to indicate that I wanted to move away. As I did so I could suddenly feel something poking in my butt. I tried adjusting it, but when I touched it I understood that Rick was having an erection! "Rick, wake up," I whispered. No response. I turned my head around so that I was facing his. "Rick! Wake up!" I said in a normal tone. Still no response. 'Damn it!' "RICK!!!!" I yelled in his face. His eyes flung open and looked directly at me. It took a few moments for him to comprehend what was going on and once he remembered the events that had transpired yesterday, and felt his morning wood poking at me, he got a hysterical expression in his eyes. He threw himself backwards and fell into the table and then on the floor. "Are you ok?!" I asked. "Yeah, I'm sorry John. I must have moved around unconsciously and held you when I slept," Rick said while rubbing his right elbow, which had taken most of the impact. He stood up slowly and hurried into the bathroom. I remained where I was for a while longer before getting up. Rick called from the bathroom, "You should try changing back now John." "I'm already on it!" I replied as I was heading towards my backpack. Rick threw me the dirty shirt from the bathroom and I took out the medallion. When I touched the medallion to my dirty shirt I felt a small spark. "I think it is working!" I called out. Rick opened the bathroom door and stood there witnessing me sitting down on the floor while my body started changing. The tingling felt about the same as it had done yesterday, yet it was a different feeling. My breasts receded inwards and the hair on my head started getting shorter. My hands and feet grew a bit and the hair on my body got thicker. My crotch started burning again and soon I felt that there was a bit of weight hanging down from it again. Finally my face tingled and I felt my nose widen while my lips got somewhat smaller and my eyebrows thickened. All in all it took about as long for my body to change from female to male as it had for it to change from male to female. As the tingling ceded I looked over at Rick, who smiled at me. "Am I back to normal?" I inquired. "You most certainly are John," he said while walking over towards me. He offered me his hand and pulled me up on my feet. I just looked at him and gave him a hug. "Thank you Rick. I don't know what I would have done without you," I said and let go. "Well, you would probably have figured out how to change back on your own as well. But at least we got you back home without alerting too much suspicion," he replied. I went over to the bathroom and once checking in the mirror I saw myself standing in the dress that I had accidentally put on yesterday and I was still wearing a bra and panties. With my once again male body they didn't feel as comfortable as they had done yesterday. I called out to Rick, "Do you have anything that I can borrow for now? I don't think my dad will approve of me coming back home wearing your mom's dress and underwear." "Are you sure John? They looked great on you yesterday and who knows, maybe you'd like to experience this again?" Rick said slyly. I knew that he was only kidding with me but for some reason I didn't really feel that much opposed to trying this again. That would however have to wait, for now I was just glad to be back to being myself and not having to worry that my father would throw me out of the house for lying about who I was. "No, I don't think so Rick. Maybe you should have the medallion so you can try it out?" I joked back at him. "Hell no, I would make one ugly girl. You on the other hand already look quite feminine so it suited you," he called back without really thinking. "So I look feminine, do I?" I asked. "Well not really but you have to agree that your female form had a certain appeal to it." "Yeah, I guess it had. But I don't really plan on discovering any more of it and would prefer if we never spoke about this to anyone. We'll just tell dad and Elaine that you and girl-me were trying to joke with them yesterday and that boy-me spent the night here," I said, having finally pulled of the dress and underwear. Rick went upstairs and grabbed a pair of his older clothes that now were too small for him and gave them to me. "I better put back mom's clothes so that she won't start asking questions about why there's a dress and underwear she hasn't worn recently in the bathroom," Rick said. He picked them up and closed the door behind him as he left. I put on the clothes he had given me, it felt a bit different to be wearing men's clothes again. They weren't as soft as the ones I had worn earlier and for a short second I actually missed that feeling. 'You're a boy John, deal with it' I told myself as I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. After Rick and I had cleaned up after yesterday night we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. We sat down on his bed and put a plastic board in between us. I carefully put the medallion on it, making sure I didn't touch anything else. As we looked down on it with better light in the room we could see that what I had taken as a fairy the day before looked a lot more like an angel and that it seemed to be holding a wand or a stick. Other than that the medallion seemed awfully plain. It looked like it was made of copper and the chain seemed to be in a similar material. Making sure I didn't touch anything, I turned it around so that we were now inspecting its backside. It was completely blank and gave no clues whatsoever. We used Rick's cellphone, which he had managed to grab from the counter next to the door before having my dad close the door on him yesterday, to take several pictures of it. Perhaps we could upload them to the internet and someone there would have a clue about what it was. "Ok," Rick said while pulling out pen and paper from his drawer, "here's what we know. The medallion was locked in an old wooden box that appeared to be at least 100 years old." I nodded. "When we first touched it and held it in our hands without touching anything we weren't already wearing nothing happened. Then when you accidentally touched the new shirt that you wore yesterday, you started changing." It was more of a statement than a question aimed towards me. I replied "Yes. As soon as I touched it to the shirt I felt a small spark of electricity on the area of my skin that was touching the medallion. Then I started feeling all tingly in my body, kind of like when you get goose bumps everywhere. Then the tingling started concentrating on different areas of my body and turning them more feminine. Then after ten or so minutes the tingling stopped. And by then my body was completely female." "Hmm, I wonder if you turned female just because it touched a supposed girl's shirt." Rick asked rhetorically. "Well anyway, the change occurred around five in the afternoon or so and we tried to change you back immediately without success. Then you tried it around 20:00 and then around midnight, and it still didn't work. Then you tried it this morning around ten and now it worked. So it seems that appears to have a 'recharge time' somewhere between 8-17 hours. And when you touched your own clothes you turned back into yourself," Rick finished. "Yes, that's pretty much it. I wonder if it's so that you turn into the person who previously wore the piece of clothing when you touch the medallion to it." I asked. "That might be so, but then why did you change at all when you wore the shirt you bought yesterday? It was even packaged so it's impossible for anyone to ever have worn it," Rick said. "Perhaps touching it to an unworn piece of clothing belonging to the opposite sex changes your body to what it would look like if you had been born that way? You did tell me that I resembled myself quite a bit when I was female," I added. "I don't really think that we can be so sure about any of this since we've only seen its effects twice and there are so many things that we don't know about it," Rick said. "I don't really know if I'm that willing to find out how it works though," I said, "Imagine if it's something that can only be used by you once and then it won't work again? Or it might be able to change you once more and leave you stuck like that forever?" "When you did turn into a girl yesterday I was dead-serious about what I told you. It wasn't just a 'spur of the moment'-thing but how I truly felt and reasoned," Rick confessed. "I am thankful for what you did and said Rick. Comparing how I acted yesterday and how I do today I now find that it appears to have some kind of mental effect as well. The longer I was in that body the more natural it felt for me. At first I was extremely scared and angry about the whole situation but as time passed I calmed down and started enjoying your company in a way I've never done before. When we did kiss each other yesterday it didn't feel that strange or weird for me to do it. A little part of my brain was screaming 'I'm a guy! He's a guy!' but the rest just said 'Go for it!' I don't feel the least bit attracted to you now, but I know that I did that yesterday evening," I told him. "So the medallion changes your sexuality and gender identity as well? Would that mean that if you wore it for any extended time you would perhaps no longer want to change back? That's scary as heck," Rick said, "I do however want to find out more about this medallion and I think that if we are extremely careful we should be able to learn how it functions." Rick looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, begging me to help him out here. "Fine!" I said, "But I don't know when or how we'll be able to test this without anyone else finding out about us or us getting into some kind of trouble." "We could tell our parents that we want to go camping for a week and then we'll have the opportunity to try it out?" Rick suggested. "That sounds like a good idea but we should also remember that we have an important race coming up in two weeks and that we can't just neglect our training just because of it," I told him. "Of course not! And by the way, we should go back to your house so you can put on your running gear and then we'll get out and run for an hour so before we eat breakfast, it'll help us ventilate." Walking in my male body felt a bit strange for the first few minutes but my cerebellar memory soon adjusted my movements so that I walked like I'd always done. We walked over to my house and found dad sleeping on the couch while Rick's mom was sleeping in the main bedroom. I ran into my room and put on a pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt. I also put the medallion in one of my desktop drawers so that I wouldn't accidentally touch something while being out running. Rick had written a quick note that we would be out running until around 12:30 or so and that we would eat when we got back. Chapter 3 The next two weeks we tried acting like everything was back to normal. We put much effort into our training and come State finals I felt that I was in a very good shape. Rick and I had ran several timed runs and I was becoming steady around 4:30 on the 1500m. Rick was working towards running a sub-4 race. To get up on the podium for such a big race you would have to run somewhere in the vicinity of 4:00. I knew that I wouldn't stand a chance and would probably not make it past the quarter finals. I was feeling optimistic as Rick and I sat in his mom's car with our two other teammates. We were undertaking the three-hour trip to the arena where we would spend two nights in their indoor hall while she drove back home and would be back here on the final day to, hopefully, see Rick run in the 1500m finals. It wasn't the best of accommodations, but we could focus on what we were supposed to focus on. We had already told dad and Elaine that we would go out camping for about a week when we got back from the State Championships. They hadn't seen any problems with that and had just told us to bring enough money and food so that we wouldn't starve and that we should bring portable chargers for our cellphones so that we could communicate with them. Rick and I had spent a few days planning out a preliminary schedule for how we would use the medallion with the least risk of being detected. We had spent some time buying unused clothes for both sexes and we had also sneaked in some of my dad's clothes and some of Rick's mom's clothes. We wanted to find out as much as we could and we figured that it was best to try an "all or nothing"-approach. We would leave for the trip three days after we got back and spend seven or eight days out in the woods where there was very little civilization. But for now we would focus on our respective races. We had been seeded by our season bests and were divided so that number one would be in heat 1, number two in heat 2, number four in heat 4 and then it would start over with number five in heat 1 again. On paper I was the second-worst in my heat and I knew that it would take a miracle for me to place in the top-4. Rick was second-ranked in heat 1 and was expected to advance easily. The races would start with 15 minute intervals so that the results would be completed before the start of the next heat. I would run in the heat after Rick so we warmed up together, trying to stay as focused as possible. We jogged for about three kilometers before heading into the track to stretch. Rick put on his club linen and shorts and then tied on his spiked shoes before putting our lucky coin around his neck and running a few sprints back and forth on lane five, which was unused at the moment. The announcer signaled that it was time for the start of heat 1, and while I myself was jogging on my place and stretching a bit, I heard the start pistol go off. I started my race clock as soon as I heard it so that I would be able to time Rick. We had made up a strategy with our coach that he would keep a steady pace of 16? seconds per 100m, which would result in a final time around 4:07, which would be enough for him to advance without exhausting himself too much. For the first two laps everything went according to plan. The group was well-gathered and Rick was positioned second on the inside. A few runners advanced on the outside and he was now locked in as third on the inside with 500m to go. The leader started picking up the pace after the first curve, which created a gap between him and number two. Rick was still locked in and it didn't look as if he would be able to come out anytime soon. As they headed for the main stretch the group still had four runners, which meant that one of them would not advance. The leader jogged in at 4:07 and then the group with Rick was in a mass spurt where they pretty much finished side by side. I had no idea whether Rick had advanced or not by the time the start of heat 2, my heat. Since I had little to no chance of advancing, my coach had told me that she expected me to mainly go for a new personal best. We had put a goal of 4:22, which would mean 17? seconds per 100m. The start gun signaled and we were off. As usual there was a lot of pushing and fighting for position in the beginning. I found myself as second on the outside, which was exactly where I wanted to be. I would not have to face any headwind since the runner ahead of me would shield me for at least the first two laps. I had 1:25 on the first 500m, two seconds faster than planned. I did not feel that much tired after this opening and I was still in the same position. 1000m was passed in 2:55, which meant that the pace had lowered somewhat but that I was still running towards a time in the low 4:20s. The pace picked up as the bell rang for the final lap. The runner ahead of me advanced to the lead and I tried hanging on to him. I was in fourth place as we entered the final curve. I wasn't gaining anything on the three ahead of me but the distance to the ones behind me was increasing! I ran past the finish line as number four and smiled to myself when I saw that the clock had stopped at 4:22.10, which was exactly what we had planned before the race. Rick stood leaning against the rails and gave me a thumbs up and a smile. "How did it go?" I asked him. "Third place," he answered. "Great! Then we'll both be in the same heat in the semifinals!" I said and gave him a pat on the shoulder. We jogged another three or so kilometers while cooling down and softening up the tension in our lactic acid filled muscles. We were joking and laughing as we usually did. All in all it felt very nice and I was proud of myself for having lowered my personal best by six seconds. Rick's final time was ten seconds better than mine but he was still a bit disappointed that he had let himself get trapped and then having had to spurt hard to advance. Working anaerobic quickly builds up high levels of lactic acid, which will result in muscle tiredness. Being the good friend he was, he focused on praising me for having run such a good race and joked that he would have to watch out so I didn't defeat him in the semis. I called my dad and informed him that I had lowered my personal best by six seconds. Dad wasn't really that into athletics and didn't really understand the significance of such an improvement. "That's great John... When will you be back?" was the answer I got when I told him that I'd also advanced to the State Semifinals. I loved my father in most ways but his attitude towards my sporting career was not one I liked. He had rarely been the one to drive me anywhere as a child and usually that meant that I would go with Rick and his mom or his dad, when he was still alive. As I'd gotten older my dad had even started asking me why I just couldn't stop my running and focus on school instead. I had told him that my running helped me relieve stress and allowed me to focus much better on my homework. Dad came from a prestigious family where both his parents had been highly educated and when he?d told them what he wanted to do with his future they?d been angry with him. Not attending university and only taking a couple of courses in English and then marrying before having a job had not been what his parents had expected of him. I was born just two years after my mother and father had married. Dad was working as a dishwasher at a restaurant at the time. Since my mom died when I was born he was alone with the task of taking care of me. Luckily he had won some money at the lottery and with the money he bought the house and invested the rest of it. We weren?t rich but since dad had landed a job at the newspaper we had no problem making ends meet every month. As I hung up the phone, Rick noticed that dad hadn?t given me the credit I wanted. ?Cheer