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- - - - - - - - - - Optique - - - - - - - - - - - - Kurt heard the alarm beeping, and rolled over to snooze it. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! When he reached out his arm, attempting to cling to sleep, he was unable to find the alarm where he usually kept it on the side table. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! The beeping continued. Kurt rolled over, feeling his blankets pull, and tangle as he reached for the side table to feel around. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! His hand hit a solid object that lunged away from his hand and a second later crashed loudly to the floor. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! Battling awakeness, he tried to force himself to ignore the clear sound of the glass cup shattering to pieces on his floor. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! He would never put a glass on his side table next to his alarm, why would there be a glass there? And where the hell was his alarm? Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! His hand finding various small objects on the side table, but no alarm. "Honey....?" his mother called out to him through his door. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! He had to shut this alarm off. Kurt fought one of his eyes open, his vision blurry with sleep as he peaked out through his squinted eyelids to see his alarm. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! It wasn't where it should be. It wasn't on his side table. The light was dim in his room, the sun had not yet risen, but he could still make out shapes in the room. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! Nothing was where it was supposed to be. Even the window was on the wrong wall. Or was his bed on the wrong wall? Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! He spotted a green flashing across the room. Numbers on a green digital clock. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! His clock had red numbers. Kurt silently cursed whoever had switched out his alarm clock and put it on the other side of the room, he would have no choice but to get out of bed to turn the alarm off. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! "Honey, are you okay? Did I hear something break?" his mother called out from the other side of the door again. Kurt noticed the door was on the opposite wall. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! He fought the blankets off his body as he tried to exit the bed on the side opposite the side table. Something was tangled around his face, but it wasn't more sheets, it was thin stands of something, like long hair. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! As Kurt slid out of bed, noticing that his bed seemed to be higher off the ground than he was used to, he landed with an uncoorodinated thud on the cold hard floor, his bare feet sending shivers up his spine. Reeeep! Reeeep! Reeeep! Wondering momentarily where his carpet had gone, Kurt crossed the room, his body moving oddly as he reached out and slapped the snooze button on the alarm. "Kimberly? Are you okay, dear?" his mother said as she opened his door. Kurt's mind snapped to attention in that moment, had she just called him Kimberly? The lights in the room clicked on, and everything seemed to be suddenly as bright as the sun. A pink pastel sun, but a sun, none-the-less. "Kimmie?" his mother repeated as she looked over and saw the broken glass on the floor next to the bed. "Oh, dear, are you okay?" "Wha..." Kurt coughed, his throat dry, his voice weak and high like a little kids'. "What?" He forced his eyes open, as they adjusted to the sudden brightness of the light, and he could see that this wasn't his room at all. It was clearly some girl's room. Pink walls, white trim, pink and white curtains, pink and white bedsheets and pillows. So many pillows. Why would anyone need that many pillows? There was a large white dresser next to him, where the alarm clock now sat silently. Cosmetics and jewelry were spread all over it. There was a large mirror over a desk on the other wall, and another tall mirror on a wall next to that, and the closet doors were mirrors. This room was all Pillows and mirrors it seemed to him. "Kimmie?" his mother said again from the floor as she picked up the large pieces of broken glass. "Be careful, I need to sweep the rest of this up." And as she swept from the room, Kurt seemed to realize that this wasn't his mother at all. This woman seemed younger, and she had long blond hair, where his mother had always kept her brown hair short. As Kurt continued to look around the room, trying to figure out where he was, he noticed a girl in one of the mirrors. He jumped, startled, as he thought he was alone, and in the moment that he wondered how this girl had snuck up on him, he looked closer. Her Blonde hair was messy, but cute, she was wearing pink pajama pants and a white tank top with some glittery writing across her boobs. As he stepped closer to her refection in the mirror, the girl did the same. She drew closer to him, and he saw her pale blue eyes searching his face curiously. It was Kimberly Kennedy, one of the, no, the prettiest and most popular girl in his grade. Why was she standing here in this room, that was clearly not his, was this her room? Why wasn't she saying anything? Why was she looking at him like she was scared? Why were her eyes welling up with tears? Why was the reflection of her hand in the mirror reaching out and touching his hand as he touched the mirror? Why was he her? Kurt looked down at his body, and saw his worst fear realized, as two beautiful breasts were pushing out the front of the tiny tanktop he was wearing. "Kim?" her mother said as she came back into the room, and started to sweep up the broken glass. "Are you okay dear?" "No," he squeaked, tears streaming down his face "Nooooo." he cried. Her mother stopped what she was doing and rushed over to her sobbing daughter, taking her into her arms in a most motherly fashion. "Kimmie, whats wrong?" she asked, pushing the hair out of her daughter's frightened face. "What happened to me?" the girl cried, collapsing into the mother's arms, tears burning down her cheeks. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kurt sat on the bed, clutching his knees to his chest, his breasts squashed uncomfortably, as Kimberly's mother sat next to him and stroked his long blonde hair with one hand as the other arm wrapped him in a comforting hug. "Sweetheart," she said sweetly to his ear. "Nothing's happened to you. You've just had a bad dream, honey." The tears had stopped by now, his fear however was as heightened as ever. Kurt thought about how he could explain to this woman that he was not her daughter, all appearances aside. He was a boy when he went to sleep last night, and this morning he had woken up in the body of this girl he knew from school. He had no way of explaining how something like this could happen, at least no rational way. Sure, it happens on TV and movies, but those characters always ask for it someway, they either wish to understand the other person better, or make some dumb remark asking the other person to see life through their eyes, and there are magic fortune cookies, or idols or they get drunk and pee in a fountain. None of this made any sense. Kimberly hadn't spoken to him since 6th grade. Once they had made it to middle school, her friends and taste seemed to change, and soon she was miss popular, and everyone wanted to hang out with her. Except for him. She had stopped being the girl he had liked so much, she stopped reading comics with him during lunch, she stopped riding bikes through the trails with him and Gordon. She stopped smiling when she saw him. She was the cool girl, and he was just the nerdy geek who didn't care what people thought of him. But now, this morning, he had woken up in her bed, in her pajamas, wearing her skin. He had never wanted anything like this, he liked being him, and he couldn't think of any reason why she would want this either. "Um.... Mom?" Kurt said, his voice soft and melodic. "I... I think I'm okay," he lied. There was no way this woman would believe him, he needed to find Kimberly, the real Kimberly. Since he had no idea how or why this had happened, then she must have some answers. Kurt figured that she must be in his body right now, in his room, and he needed to talk to her to see if she had done this to them. "Are you sure, dear?" Kimberly's mother asked as she looked into the frightened eyes of her daughter. Kurt forced a smile to cross his face as he steeled his will. "Yes, Mom. I... I uh.... It was just a bad dream... like you said." He hugged her, in an effort to hide his face from hers. "Okay, baby," she said as she hugged her daughter tightly. "Hurry up and get ready for school, and I'll get breakfast ready," Kimberly's mother stood up, and left the room, leaving Kurt alone, and afraid. "Fuck," he squeaked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Goddammit," he swore, as he clutched the towel to his damp body as he opened the closet to see what he would be wearing to school. He had found the bathroom easily enough, and once he realized that he had to take a shower, he thought about just skipping it, but he knew that wasn't an option. He would just get it over with, and he stripped his pajamas off, leaving him standing in only a pair of tiny white panties and a tight white bra. He saw the girl in the mirror, and his eyes moved from her blonde hair, across her cute face, down her thin neck across her small round shoulders, to her large beautiful breasts, and then down her tight waist, past her cute little belly button, to her wide hips, her crotch tightly covered by the panties, and down her long smooth legs. She was beautiful, a vision, everything he could ever ask for in a girlfriend, and yet, he felt nothing. This girl, reflected in the mirror was beautiful, and yet he didn't feel attracted to her at all. He thought for a moment how odd that was, and he pulled the bra over his head, allowing his breasts to bounce free, taking note of his perky nipples, and still there was nothing. He hooked his thumbs into his panties, and slid them down his smooth legs and kicked them off into the pile of the other clothes he had discarded, and looked back into the mirror at the small trimmed patch of blonde hair above his womanhood, and he didn't feel what he felt when he had seen pictures of naked women on his computer when he was alone at home in his room. He looked again, at the angelic figure as she looked back from the mirror at him. She searched his body with sad eyes, and when her eyes met his again, he knew that she was not attracted to him any more than he was to her. The shower had been just like any other shower he had taken over the years, he washed and cleaned himself, it wasn't sexual or arousing at all, it was just normal. Washing the shampoo out of his hair seemed to take forever, however. And the Conditioner just as long. But once he was out of the shower, and toweling himself dry, he noticed the sweet scent that clung to his hair, and it made him feel good to smell nice. He brushed his teeth, and noticed how much straighter and whiter Kimberly's teeth were than his had been, and felt a small bit of jealousy. Then it was back to Kimberly's room to get dressed, which is where he was now, swearing at the selection of clothes. Dresses, skirts, more dresses, and even more skirts. This girl must hate pants for some reason he thought. He wanted to just wear a t- shirt and jeans, but there was not a single piece of clothing in this closet with legs. Kurt rolled his eyes, and just grabbed a dress, determined to find a way out of this body as soon as he could, and doing what ever he needed to do in the meantime. He pulled out what he had no way of knowing was a half sleeve casual lace dress, he just knew it was Blue, and that was less girly than many of the other options. He found a pair of panties and a bra that matched the blue color of the dress, and slipped them on. Kurt surprisingly hooked the bra on his 2nd attempt and settled his breasts into the cups very comfortably. The panties hugged his ass and his vagina very tightly, and he actually enjoyed the feel of them against his skin, not that he would admit that to anyone. Then Kurt unzipped the dress and stepped into it, pulling the dress up his smooth legs, settling the belted middle at his thin waist. He slid his arms into the lace sleeves carefully and adjusted the bodice of the dress over his breasts. Zipping the dress up in the back was a small challenge, but he found that his thin arms were more limber than he was used to and soon, he had zipped himself tightly into the cute blue lace dress. He found only one pair of shoes in the bottom of the closet that matched his dress in color, and he wasn't surprised to find that they came with a 3 inch heel. Doing what he needed, he slipped his tiny feet into the shoes and they fit perfectly. Kurt then walked very carefully, and deliberately to the table of cosmetics and plopped his plump ass into the chair. His hair was still damp, so Kurt picked up a brush and carefully combed it until it hung smooth and tangle free around the cute face. Kurt looked long at the pile of makeups on the table, and knowing that he would only fail miserably, decided to not even try and instead opted to go downstairs and see what Kimberly's mother had set out for breakfast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Oh honey, that dress looks adorable!" Kimberly's mother cooed as she set down a plate of french toast and eggs next to a cup of orange juice. Kurt tried to walk as confidently as he could to the table, finding that it wasn't as hard as he thought as long as he walked heel to toe deliberately and smoothly. He sat at the table and started eating as Kimberly's mother sat down and smiled at him. "Are you feeling better, Kim?" she asked as she sipped her coffee. "Um, yeah... uh... mom," he said flashing her a smile as he then ate a large chunk of the toast. "Hmmm." Her eyes looked at him suspiciously. "No makeup today?" "What?" he coughed, surprised that she had noticed, and took a long drink of juice while he thought of an answer. "Um... it's no Makeup Monday, mom," he said not making eye contact with her. "Oh... okay," she replied as she sipped before following up with "But today's Wednesday." "Um, yeah... No Makeup Wednesday... I just said that," he replied dumbly as he shoved a heaping forkful of eggs into his small mouth. "If you say so," she said as she sipped her coffee, suspicious. Kurt shoved as much food as he could into his mouth as he saw the time on the clock over the stove. "Oh, the bus is coming, mom... I gotta go." He stood up from the table and made his way to the front door as his mother called out to him. "Kimmie! Don't forget your bookbag, your purse and your phone, honey!" As he slid to a stop by the door. "Oh, right! Yeah!" he said as he looked around the living room for a bookbag, a purse and Kimberly's phone, not seeing any of them anywhere. "Honey, they're in your room, aren't they?" Kim's mother said wondering why her daughter was acting so strange. "Yes!" he squeaked. "I knew that!" and he ran up the stairs to the girl's room as quickly as he could in his heels, finding a bookbag next to the bed, a purse on the dresser, and an iPhone in a pink case next to the bed. Kurt tossed the phone into the purse, slung the purse over his shoulder and head and grabbed the bookbag before hurrying back down the stairs to the front door. "Have a good day at school, sweetie!" Kimberly's mom called out as he opened the front door. "Okay... um... mom," he replied. "I love you!" she called out, expectantly. "I... um... love you too?" he said before closing the door, and hurrying off to the bus stop, his heels clicking on the sidewalk. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bus ride to school was awkward, as everyone was treating him like Kimberly. The boys leered at him, making him feel uncomfortable, the girls looked at him, jealously judging his outfit and lack of makeup. He sat at the front of the bus, and he could hear everyone whispering to each other about Kimberly. As soon as the bus arrived at the school, Kurt ran as fast as he could, in his tiny heeled feet to his locker. Upon arriving, he saw his best friend, Gordon stuffing his bag into his locker, and in that moment Kurt realized that he knew absolutely nothing about Kimberly's life at school. He had no idea where her locker was, where her homeroom was, or any of her classes. The sum of what he knew was that she was pretty and had the same Gym period as him. "Shit," Kurt said aloud, still not comfortable with the high pitch of his new angelic voice. "Um... are you okay, Kim?" Gordon said as he shut his locker and looked over Kurt's new tiny form. Gordon seemed bigger to Kurt, as if he had grown overnight, he stood a full foot and a half, at least, taller than Kurt now. Kurt was used to his 6'8" friend being only a half foot taller than him, and this seemed almost like vertigo to him now. Gordon was of African descent, and his skin was of a deep tan color, his eyes seemed to sparkle as did his smile. Gordon's body was tight and covered in muscles, from his participation in Wrestling and Lacrosse, his khaki's and button-up shirt seemed taught against the bulk of his chiseled body, and Kurt felt odd taking note of that as Gordon stepped closer to him. "Gordon...." Kurt said, trepidatiously, knowing that his best friend may be the only person who could help him right now, and fearing that even he wouldn't believe him. "Gordon, have you seen me... I mean, have you seen Kurt today?" Gordon looked down at Kurt with an odd curious eye. "Uh... No, actually. Why?" Gordon could sense something was wrong with this girl. Her face showed every hint of being terrified and yet there was also something familiar there. "Jesus... uh... Look... I uh..." Kurt searched for the words, and was having a difficult time. "Look, I know how this sounds... but I'm Kurt," he said his eyes locking on Gordon's, determined to show no sign of deception. "What?" Gordon laughed at the pretty girl who was standing in an un feminine way, and looked around to see if this was some joke and hoping to see Kurt peeking around a corner somewhere. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. I'm Kurt. And I need your help," Kurt said, his voice breaking as he bit down the terror that was rising in his chest. "Okay, Kim," Gordon said with another good hearted laugh. "That's hilarious, but, c'mon... where's Kurt? Is he hiding somewhere?" "No, Gord. I'm standing right here in front of you," Kurt said, his tone pleading for his friend to believe him. "Okay, fine," Gordon joked "I'll play along, you're Kurt. Okay." "Dammit, Gord, this isn't a fucking joke!" Kurt said with a stomp of his girlish foot. "I woke up this morning in Kim's body, and I need you to help me get my body back!" "Oh?" Gordon said with a wide smile "Really bro? You woke up in that beautiful body, and decided to wear that sexy dress to school today just to convince me that your really Kurt?" "What?" Kurt looked down at his blue lace dress and picked at the hem with his tiny feminine fingers. "She doesn't have any regular clothes in her closet dude. I had to wear something!" he said defensively. "Okay, babe," Gordon said with a laugh. "Like every girl doesn't own a pair of skin tight jeans or a pair of sexy yoga pants. C'mon, where's Kurt?" He again looked around hoping to see his friend amongst the other students in the hall. "Fucking Hell man!" Kurt cried in frustration. "Look, when we were 12 you got your dick caught in your zipper one summer, and you had to have your mom get you free, and you made me promise not to tell anyone." "What!" Gordon's head snapped back to Kim's face, his eyes wide with embarrassment. "But the reason your dick had gotten caught in your fucking zipper was because you were playing with yourself in the bathroom while looking out the window at my sister and her friend sitting by the pool in their bikini's getting some sun!" Kurt said seriously as he could see Gordon's face turn pale. "Why the fuck would he tell you that?" Gordon said, his cheeks starting to turn red with embarrassment. "I'm trying to tell you, fucker.... I'm Kurt!" he said defiantly. "No, you're not, you're Kim!" Gordon said wondering what kind of dumb game this was turning into. "No, I'm Kurt, dude. I swear! This is Kurt's brain in Kim's body!" he pleaded with his friend to believe him. "So you're saying someone sawed your skulls open and swapped out your fucking brains? That's insane!" "What?" Kurt said incredulously. "No, My fucking mind or whatever is in this body, but it's me dude!" "No, it's not!" Gordon said, completely loosing patience with this prank. "What?" Kurt said, his eyes growing wide as his best friend refused to believe him. "Look, Kim," Gordon said stressing the name. "Even if what you're saying is true, you're not Kurt, and you've never been Kurt. You've always been Kimberly." "What? No... I'm Kurt!" he could feel the tears again. "No, you're not." Gordon had decided that he needed to end this dumb game. "Look, even if you think you ARE, Kurt, and I'm just supposing right now, but, even if you THINK you are Kurt... you're not Kurt. You're the same person you were yesterday and the day before. If you're saying that no one has cut out your brains and swapped them, then obviously you are Kimberly... but you'd be Kimberly who thinks you're Kurt." "What?" Kurt didn't understand. "See, what you actually are, is a collection of chemicals in the brain. All of your memories, and thoughts... your entire being is just a collection of chemicals. Theoretically, if I were to change the combination of chemicals in your brain to match those of Kurt's exactly, then in theory you would think that you were actually Kurt, but in fact you'd still be Kimberly... do you understand?" "You're saying that I'm not Kurt..." "Right, if you actually think you are, then all you'd have to do..... again, theoretically.... would be to have the chemicals in your brain altered to that of Kimberly's brain and then you'd be you again," Gordon said matter of factly. "No, Then I'd think I was Kimberly!" Kurt protested. "No..." Gordon shook his head at the dumb girl standing before him. "No you ARE Kimberly... you only think you're Kurt... we would then make you think you were you again." "But... what about me, then?" Kurt pleaded. "What do you mean?" Gordon didn't follow. "If... if you were to make me think I was Kimberly, then wouldn't that be just like killing me?" Kurt asked, wiping the tears from his eyes before they fell. "You know, you're just like Kurt... you're just horrible at following simple science," Gordon joked. "Dammit, Gord!" Kurt yelled. "I AM KURT!" Gordon was stunned to see this girl loose her cool like that. She was acting so odd that for a moment he thought she may be telling him the truth, and that she actually did think she was Kurt. Add to this, the fact that Kurt was no where to be seen, this entire situation made much less sense to him. The joke, if it could be called that, was no longer funny by a long shot, if this was a joke, the time had long passed to end it. Gordon decided on a Hail Mary play to bring this entire thing to an end. "Okay, fine, if you're Kurt then I'm guessing you wouldn't mind if I did this, then?" Gordon said as he reached out both hands and grabbed Kimberly's breasts in each hand and gave them a playful squeeze. He was expecting her to jump back or at least bat his hands away before he made contact, but instead the girl stood, a look of shock on her face as he held her perfect breasts in his hands. "What... what are you doing?" Kurt asked, looking down at his breasts in his friend's hands. He looked up to see Gordon's face pass though a series of looks, from mockery, to surprise, to pleasure, to shock, to horror, and then to terror, as he released Kurt's breasts and looked down apologetically. "I-I-I-I-I-I'm sorry!" Gordon said after he released the girl's breasts, thinking that she was about the scream rape, or call for a teacher to have him expelled as a sex criminal now. "Do you believe me now?" Kurt asked again, almost begging his friend to acquiesce. "Jesus...." Gordon said. "C'mon!" Kurt pleaded. "I mean... it's impossible," Gordon repeated. "And yet," Kurt said, instinctively spitting out one of the phrases he was known for, and this seemed to finally push Gordon's possibility of belief into the red. "Kurt...?" "Yeah fucker... I've been saying!" Kurt said, and Gordon could finally tell that this girl's body language was almost exactly that of his best friends, even though what she was saying was impossible. "Holy shit," Gordon said, trying desperately to think of how this could be possible. "Yeah, I know!" Kurt felt relived that his friend was finally believing him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Okay, so now what?" Gordon asked the pretty girl in the Blue lace dress who was standing like a dude. "I dunno..." Kurt replied. "I thought that I'd find Kimberly in my body here... but... she's not here..." He said as he looked around at the hall of students as they went off to their homerooms. "Um... Maybe.. Kurt... or... You... or whoever... is late?" Gordon offered. "Maybe," Kurt agreed. "Okay, so... we go to class, act like everything is normal, and then if we see you... or Kurt... or whoever, we talk to him... or her or whatever?" Gordon was still very confused about the situation. "Yeah... okay... here... let me get your number," Kurt pulled his pink iPhone from his purse and opened it with his fingerscan. "You don't remember my number?" Gordon said with a sly eye. "Dude, I dont dial your number when I call you, I just tell Siri to call you and she does! So Shut up and put your number into the phone, jackass," Kurt snapped. "Okay, just chill out girl..." Gordon said defensively as he input his number and then sent himself a text. "There, now I got your number too, and we can call each other when we see Kurt." "I'm Kurt!" he said annoyed at his friend's inability to get it straight. "She's Kimberly!" "Yeah, but... right now, you're Kimberly and she's Kurt... so... " "So.... What?" "So it'll make more sense for me to call you Kimberly and her Kurt... you know in case people over hear us or whatever," Gordon offered. "Um..." Kurt didn't like the idea, but it did make sense. "Fine... whatever," he said defeated as he slipped his pink phone back into his purse. "Okay, so I'll see you later then, Kim?" Gordon said with a smirk. "Uh, dude... I don't know any of her classes, what the fuck am I supposed to do?" Kurt asked, recalling his earlier concern. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm sorry... can you repeat that?" The secretary in the front office of the school asked. "Um," Kurt started awkwardly. "I need a printout of my class schedule... for a... um... college application?" "I didn't know College's needed your Junior Year High School schedules," The secretary said with an unbelieving glance. "Well... um... this one does... so can I get it? I'm kinda late for class," he said hoping to escape this awkwardness as soon as possible. "Sure, Honey," the secretary said with a forced grin, as she turned and started to type into her computer. "What's your name?" "Kur...." he stopped, and tried to cover his mistake with a cough. "Kimberly... um... Kennedy?" "Are you asking me, or telling me?" she responded acerbically. "Telling you?" he stood balanced on his blue heels, noticing how cold the school was as his bare, smooth legs felt the chill in the air. "Sure, honey...." the secretary said as she input the name, and printed off a schedule for the girl, and handed her the paper. "There you go." "Great! Thank you!" Kurt said as he took the page and looked at the schedule. "Can I get a pass too? Since I'm late for class?" he asked as the secretary narrowed her eyes in frustration. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kurt hurried as fast as he could down the corridor to Kimberly's Homeroom, his blue heels clicking against the hard floor, the sounds echoing in the empty hallway. He arrived at the room, and tried to slip in, as the teacher was finishing calling roll, and was caught in the collective stare of all the students. "Oh. Sorry," he squeaked as he minced to the teacher's desk with his pass. The teacher took the pass and motioned for Kurt to take her seat. "Um.. actually... I was having trouble with my locker..." Kurt said his face flushing with embarrassment again. "What kind of trouble?" the older man said not hiding his annoyance at the young girl. "I can't open it?" Kurt said softly, trying not to notice all the students staring at him. The teacher rolled his eyes behind his glasses before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a note book. "Let's see.... Kennedy.... Kimberly...." he ran his finger down the list of students. "Locker 416.... combination...." he pulled out a post it note pad and wrote the combination down before handing the post it to Kurt. "There you go... okay?" "Thank you!" Kurt said happily as he went back to the hall to find Kimberly's locker. A short search later he found locker 416, and put in the combination written on the post it note, and with a clunk, the locker opened. Kurt felt a surge of happiness as something finally worked out for him this morning. Kurt put his bookbag in his locker, and pulled out the book, and notebook he would need for his first class, and closed the locker before heading back to class with a slight pep in his girlish step. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kurt tried to act as if everything was normal, and hoped that he could just get through the day. Sitting in class, wearing a dress was a new experience to him, as were the heels, and looking down at his breasts straining against the bodice of the dress, and being able to see his cleavage peeking out from the lace made it all the more uncomfortable. Every errant breeze reminded him how naked his legs were, and every movement against their silky smoothness reminded him how girlish he was now. He had never worn heels a day in his life, yet somehow he seemed to be able to manage them like he had worn them for years. He thought his feet would feel uncomfortable in them, yet, it was no different than as if he had worn trainers. His breasts were another story. Even though the bra he was wearing was firmly holding his girls, every move he made, they seemed to wiggle and bounce, reminding him that they were there. Try as he might he could not ignore the feelings of his breasts jiggling around and Kurt had to make an effort not to grasp them with both hands whenever he moved. Kurt found the looks everyone was giving him were completely different too. The boys were far nicer to him today than they had ever been before. Kurt could never have claimed that he was bullied or mistreated by anyone before, yet the polite non interest every guy had shown him every other day of his life was gone. Today the boys seemed very much interested in him. He was finding that everywhere he looked, one boy or another was looking at him, and when their eyes met his, they would quickly look away. But some of the guys didn't look away, instead they smiled, and some others leered. Some of the looks he was completely fine with, but there were more than a few that just creeped him out. Kurt didn't like the feelings that some of the guys looks gave him, like they were hungry, and he was a hamburger. The girls were another story. In the past, some girls treated him just like the guys, while others were friendlier, if almost sisterly. Today, however, the girls all seemed to be judging him. Some of the girls seemed to look at him with some jealousy, while others seemed to be upset that they weren't getting as much attention from the boys, and others, the girls that he had always thought were the prettiest, seemed to want to be his friend. Perhaps they were his friends, or rather Kimberly's friends, but he had no idea what their relationships were, so he tried to treat everyone as nice and friendly as possible. It was at Lunch, where he walked in, heels clicking, and sat down at an empty table in the corner, when one of the pretty girls he had seen earlier in the day walked over to him aggressively and took a seat next to him, tossing her purse on the table next to his. "What's your problem today, Kimmie?" the girl demanded. She was wearing a tight skirt, that showed off her shapely tights covered legs which ended in a pair of cute heeled ankle boots. Her top was a tight stripped V-cut Jersey Tee which had her cleavage on display. Over that she wore a denim bolero jacket that was peppered with tiny glittery studs. Her long Blonde hair was bouncy and curled in a style much like the one he had seen in the mirror this morning. She stared at him with her bright green eyes as her ruby red lips sneered across her porcelain like face. "Are you mad at me? You've been, like, ignoring me all day!" "What?" Kurt said, shocked at her anger and completely unsure as to what to say. "What is wrong with you? You've been acting so frickin' weird today, Kim!" she said, her dark mascara covered eyes narrowing. "I'm sorry...." Kurt said, thinking about what he could say to not sound crazy. "Look, I know I was telling you that that stupid thing would never work, and I realize that I may have been a little mean... but there's no need for you to give me the effing silent treatment!" she said animatedly. "Yeah..." Kurt said caught on what she had just said. "...Um...what thing was that? That would never work?" he asked her curious. "Jesus, Kim... what is wrong with you?" the girl said looking him over with a discerning eye. "You're not even wearing any makeup today, and your hair is a mess...." "What thing? What thing did you say would never work?" Kurt asked her again as the girl across from him stared him up and down. "That stupid incantation you were telling me about...." She stopped speaking as her eyes grew wide. "Incantation...." Kurt parroted what she had just said as the girl across from him looked on, shock falling across her face, her mouth falling open. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" she almost screamed, her hands covering her mouth as she leaned in and said in a lower voice. "That's not you in there is it Kimmie?" "No. It's not," Kurt said to her as her eyes grew wider. "Holy shit..." she said in a low whisper. "She did it.... She fucking did it..." "She told you she was going to do this to me?" Kurt asked her, keeping his voice low as the other students around them continued to eat their lunch, oblivious to the two girls speaking conspiratorially in the corner. "Yeah... I mean, she said she was going to do it... but she never told me who... who... wait... who ARE you?" she asked. "Kurt. Kurt Alstrom," he said apprehensively. The girl sat back, eyes wide, mouth open. "You're a boy?" she asked, perhaps a bit louder than she realized as she looked around and then leaned in close and repeated in a hushed tone. "You're a boy?" "Well, yesterday I was... today... not so much," Kurt said motioning to his girlish figure in his tight dress. "How are you a boy?" she asked. "Well... see there's these things call chromosomes..." Kurt started as he leaned in close to her "No, dummy!" she said annoyed. "I mean why would she switch with a boy?" "Hell if I know... you're the one she told her secret plan to, not me... I'm just the idiot who was body snatched!" he spat out in annoyance. "But she didn't tell me she was switching with a boy," the girl said. "Why would she switch with a boy?" she added with a hint of disgust. "Again, I don't fucking know. I don't even know who YOU are, let alone why she would do this to ME," he said as he sat back in the chair and crossed his arms under his breasts. "I'm Becky. Rebecca Fallon," Becky said in annoyance. "How do you not know who I am?" "Do you know who I am... or who I was?" he asked pointedly. "Well, no... but... I'm popular. Everyone knows who I am," she added. "If you say so..." he said with a roll of his pretty pale blue eyes. "This is so weird," Becky said as she kept looking him up and down. "You don't need to tell me," he said. "Why a boy?" she asked. "Probably she was tired of being some dumb girl." "EW, what?" Becky was offended. "Being a girl is so much better than being a boy," she said in a matter of fact tone. "Right.... Well, as someone who has been both, you can trust me, being a girl sucks," he said. "Ew! Like you would know, you've been a girl for only a few hours. Being a girl is the best. You don't even know what being a girl is like, yet. I guarantee once you've been a girl for a while you'll agree with me." "I really hope that I don't have the opportunity to find that out, Becky. As soon as I find Kimberly in my body I'm going to make her switch us back," he said. "Pffft.... She did you a favor, dummy. Being a girl is going to be the best thing that ever happened to you... you'll probably be begging her not to switch you back," Becky said with a smile. "We'll see," Kurt said with another roll of his eyes. "She didn't bother coming in to school today, So as soon as school is over I'm going to my house to find her, and I'm going to make her undo this." "Um, no you're not," Becky said sternly. "What? Why not?" he asked. "Because, after school, we have Cheerleading practice. You're going to have to track her down after practice, sister," Becky said. "Um, no... there's no way I'm going to Cheerleading practice," he said defiantly. "Um, yeah," She responded firmly. "As long as you're inside that girly body, Mister, you're going to do everything that Kimberly would do, and that includes Cheerleading." "But..." he started. "No Buts! I'm serious," she said in a tone that told him that he really didn't have any other options here. "Are you kidding me? I've got nothing but options. And the option I'm choosing to take is to stroll my girlish butt over to my house and kick Kim's manly butt until she gives me back my body!" He said in a defiantly girlish manner. "Like hell you are, missy," Becky said. "For all intents and purposes... as long as you're inside that pretty head you will do everything that Kimmie would do. You ARE Kimmie now. And Kimmie has Cheerleading practice after school," She narrowed her beautiful eyes in a manner that made it all too clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Ugh!" he said in a girlish fit of displeasure as he crossed his arms across the table in front of him and buried his face in them, defeated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I can't do this..." Kurt whined as he stood outside of the girl's locker room a few hours later. "Oh, stop being such a baby, Kimmie!" Becky said with a mischievous grin as she tightened her grip on Kurt's feminine arm. "It's just a room full of half naked girls... no big deal!" "Please, don't make me do this..." he begged. "What's wrong with you?" she said as she pulled in close to him, pressing her warm body against his, bringing her plump lips to his ear and speaking in a low whisper. "I thought a manly man like you would jump at the chance to see a room full of pretty girls changing their clothes for Gym class," she drew back, her smile wide. "But..." he argued. "It's wrong... It just feels so wrong..." "Well, fine," She said pouting her lips and adjusting her stance making her look more cute. "Then you can go change in the boy's room and I'll see you later," she said with a wave before ducking into the girl's locker room, leaving Kurt standing in the hall between the two doors. Kurt steeled his resolve, knowing that the boy's locker room was certainly not an option, with a deep breath and a promise to himself not to look at any of the girls he pushed the door open with his small pink nailed hands and walked into the girl's locker room, his heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. He walked down the short hallway and turned the corner toward the lockers, and waited to hear the shrieks of the girls screaming about a boy in the locker room, but instead they continued to chatter to each other, ignorant of his presence. "Hey, girly," Becky teased. "Glad to see you joined us." Her smile was broad and teasing as he walked over to her, and she opened Kimberly's locker for him. "Look," he said in a low voice, trying his hardest not to be overheard, "I'm not doing this because I want to, okay, so let's just get it over with." He reached in and pulled out the tiny shorts, tank top and sports bra from the locker and placed them on the bench next to him. He could hear the girls all around him, talking to each other abut classes, other girls, boys, and other things, but he did not look around. Kurt kept his eyes trained ahead on the lockers in front of him, and tried not to focus on anything in his periphery, as he could see other girls moving around and changing their clothes. He pulled out his ankle socks and the tiny white trainers and placed them on the bench next to him as he plopped his girlish butt down and started removing his heels. "Hey, Kim?" Becky asked next to him as Kurt continued to focus on his tiny pink painted toenails as he slipped his pink trimmed ankle socks onto his girlish feet. "Ya?" he answered in a monotone as he slipped his tiny socked feet into the pristine white sneakers and started to tie the laces, mashing his breasts into his thighs as he bent forward. "What do you think of this bra?" Becky asked moving to stand in front of him. He looked up instinctively, her breasts level with his face, cradled in her black lace edged bra. Her breasts were beautiful, perfect, plump, and had a healthy sheen to them as they bounced softly mere inches from his face as Becky leaned forward slightly and shook her shoulders causing them to bounce and jiggle. Up until this morning he had never seen a pair of breasts this close, and if he didn't count the pair that were firmly attached to his own chest, then these were the only ones. Had this been yesterday he knew that his penis would be standing at full attention, straining his jeans painfully at the sight before him, as Becky giggled and posed her impressive chest before him, but unfortunately this morning he had woken up without a penis. The funny tingle he had normally felt in his neither region at the sight of a girl's boobs was non-existent as he looked on at the girl who pouted innocently as she cocked her head to the side and waited for his reaction. "...holy shit..." he said to himself as he realized what this meant. This was apparently not the reaction Becky was looking for as she furrowed her brow and sat down next to him on the bench. "What?" she asked, looking down at her own breasts and wondering what was wrong with them. "I... I.... I think.... I think I'm straight....." he said in an emotionless detached tone. "Yeah?" Becky shrugged, annoyed that he hadn't reacted positively to what she was sure were fantastic boobs any boy would love to oogle. "So?" "No..." fear rose in his voice. "You don't get it." He turned to her, locking his pale blue eyes on hers, terror gripping him. "I think I'm a straight... girl." "So?" she shrugged, not immediately understanding the problem. And then after a beat, it clicked in her mind, that he wasn't really a girl. "OH!" she squeaked in her moment of realization. "...why..." he choked, searching his mind, knowing that he had always been attracted to girls. Their cute shapely butts, their round bouncing boobs, their slim waists and tight bellys. Long hair, long thin necks, dark makeup around bright wide eyes, a cute nose and plump red lips. He had always been attracted to girls. Girls with long sexy legs in short skirts. Girls with large breasts peaking out from low cut tops. Girls with round butts in tight pants. It had always been girls. But now, at this moment, none of these things did anything for him. They no more aroused him than a brick. He found just as much sexual wonder in a girl in a cute outfit than he did in a football player. No, actually that wasn't right at all he thought. A football player was actually something interesting, he realized. Their tight uniforms clinging to their strong legs. Muscles bulging from their calves and thighs. Their broad shoulders and thick biceps and ripped pecs, and a six pac of abs... glistening with sweat... the chiseled cheek bones and strong jaw... the look in a boys eyes as he.... "fuck!" Kurt yelped. "Oh my god..." Becky said, seeing the far off look on her best friend Kimberly's face. "Are you okay?" Kurt turned toward her, utter terror in his eyes. "I'm attracted to boys," he said softly. Saying it made it real, but the moist tingling in his nether region was more than convincing enough. Somehow being in this girlish form had made him attracted to boys, and that was more than enough of a reason to get out of this body as soon as he could. Becky could see that he was having trouble and pulled him into a friendly compassionate hug. "Hey, it's okay Kimmie," she said to him. "Just try not to think about it, and finish getting dressed. If anything this'll make it easier for you," she joked as she knew he no longer needed to be afraid of seeing the other girls in various states of undress. "heh heh" he giggled softly, drawing the tears away from his eyes with the backs of his slim fingers. "Good point." He took a deep breath. "But I've got to get out of this body as soon as freakin' possible," he said as he reached behind his back and unzipped his blue lace dress effortlessly. "Don't worry your pretty face," Becky said with a playful nudge of her shoulder as she changed her bra. "After practice we'll go to Kurt's house and demand that he make it right!" Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed as he thought about Cheerleader practice later. He slipped out of his dress and folded it neatly before placing it in his locker, and then unclasped his baby blue bra allowing his breasts to bounce freely. He tried not to think about them as he picked up the pink and black sports bra and pulled it over his head squeezing his boobs tightly inside noticing how much less they bounced around as they were pressed down by the soft stretchy fabric. "...huh..." he said as he adjusted the edges of the sports bra. "What?" Becky asked pulling on her tanktop. "This bra is so much more comfortable than the other one," he said as he picked up the pink and black tanktop and slipped in over his head. "Well, it's an athletic bra, dummy," she said with a smirk. "Can't have the girls bouncing all over the place in gym." "I know this is weird to say..." Kurt said as he slipped on the tight black and pink trimmed shorts up his long smooth legs and pulled them firmly in place around his round ass. "But these are way more comfy than my normal gym clothes," he attempted and failed to make the bottom of the tanktop meet the top of his shorts, leaving a noticeable gap between the two where his mid section was left exposed giving everyone a clear glimpse of his cute belly. "Yeah, well, boy's wear ugly baggy clothes," Becky said with a disgusted tone. "Girls get to wear cute tight clothes, that make us look good," she said with a girlish giggle. "I guess that's a point in favor of being a girl! But hey, if you do go back to being a boy I'm sure you'd still be able to wear than cute ensemble to Gym class," she joked as she took his hair and pulled it together into a ponytail and securing it with a hair scrunchie, before taking him by his hand and leading him out into the gym. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kurt was very surprised to find that gym class turned out to be pretty fun. They had played volleyball, and even though on a normal day he was marginally good at volleyball, today he felt this endless supply of energy, and he was by far better than he had ever been before. He was simply amazing at this game today, and everyone noticed it. He was first picked every time they made new teams, and everyone kept setting him up and he was spiking the ball like a pro. Kurt had always thought girls were awful at sports, and yet he was amazing. When their team had won their 4th straight game, one of the boys on the team had scooped him up in a hug and spun him around as their team celebrated. The sheer elation he had felt a that moment was better than anything he could remember, until he looked down into the boy's smiling face and felt his nipples harden and his crotch tingle. He knew this boy was on the football team, and he was built like a Spartan from 300. Kurt's mind started to fog as he looked down into the grey eyes and he immediately struggled to be released. He gave the boy a shy smile as his tiny feet touched the ground again, and he determinedly kept his distance for the rest of the class. Every time they scored, he looked over and the two of them caught each other's eyes. Soon Kurt wasn't sure who was being caught by who looking at each other, and he tried not to look, but he couldn't help himself, and every time he looked over to see if this boy was looking at him, the boy would look to him, and catch him, or the boy would already be looking at him. At the end of class, Kurt hurried back to the locker room as fast as his sexy legs could carry him just for a respite from this boy. After he had cleaned up, and was back in his tight lace dress and matching heels, Becky pulled him aside with a grin. "Hey, before we go back out there, let's get some makeup on this face of yours," she offered as she dug her cosmetics out of her purse. "I really don't think that's necessary...." he said having no intention of wearing makeup. "Just a little, I won't over do it... okay?" she offered as she pressed the red lipstick against his protesting lips before he could stop her. Becky smiled as she instructed him to smack his lips to spread the color out evenly on his now glossy red lips. And then in a flash she had out a mascara brush and was laying it across his lashes. "God, I've never seen Kimmie out without at least some eye makeup..." she said as he rolled his eyes and tried not to move in fear of her stabbing him in the eye, as she started to smear some dark eyeshadow around his lids. "Are we done?" he asked, annoyed as the bell rung, and the other girls started to file out of the room. "Fine," Becky said with a smirk. "But tomorrow I'll help you fix your face before school. We can't have people start talking, now can we?" she teased. "Tomorrow I'm going to be a boy again, so we won't have to worry about that at all, okay?" he said firmly as he picked up his purse and headed out into the hall with Becky, his girlish ass swaying back and forth with each step. "Hey, Kim?" a vice called out as they entered the hallway. Becky pulled him arm causing him to stop before he realized that they were calling him. "Uhhhh... yeah?" he said uncertainly as he turned on his heels to see the boy from gym wearing a tight t-shirt stretched across his muscled chest. "Hey... I... um... was wondering..." he stammered in an endearingly cute way as two of his friends stood off to the side chuckling to each other. "Oh... HI Ward!" Becky said loudly, her mouth wide with joy as she clearly saw what was happening between the two out on the Volley ball court. "Look, I, uh gotta get to class..." Kurt said as he tried to leave, only to find Becky holding him tightly in place. "Aww, Kimmie, I think Ward wants to ask you a question," she said happily, reveling in his uncomfortableness. "Yeah..." he said shooting a look to his friends as they stifled a laugh. "I was wondering what you were doing Friday?" "Friday?" Kurt repeated dumbly. "Yeah...?" Ward said with an apprehensive smile that made Kurt's insides squirm. "I... uh..." Kurt's mind was empty, all thoughts had escaped him, his brain seemed to have shut down. "She's not doing anything, are you Kimmie?" Becky teased loving every second of this situation. "Well... I think... that... I... uh..." Kurt didn't know why he couldn't find words to tell Ward that he could not do whatever it was that Ward had wanted them to do. All he could see in his mind was Ward. Ward, without that tshirt on. Ward with his thick arms and his broad chest and his ripped abs. Ward with that goofy smile and those grey eyes. "I was, um... hoping that you'd... uh... like to go see a movie with me?" he finally offered. "Movie?" Kurt said dumbly, wondering momentarily if he had just had a stroke. Perhaps he needed to go to the hospital, he thought. "I like movies..." he said, knowing that that statement was true, but not understanding why he had said it. "She loves movies," Becky said smiling broadly. "So... is that a yes?" Ward wondered why Kim was acting so weird, but the way she kept looking at him made him excited. "I... uh..." Kurt knew he needed to decline this boy's offer and he wanted to run away right now, but the feelings in his tummy and the fogginess in his head were sending him the exact opposite message. He did like movies, and he often did go see movies with other boys, so why should this be any different? Besides by tomorrow he'd be back in his own body again, and he wouldn't ever have to worry about how Ward's smile made him feel again. "go ahead, sweetie," Becky said softly to him as she loved how ill at ease he was right now. "yeah, sure," Kurt said, surprised at himself as Ward's smile broadened and his eyes lit up causing Kurt's knees to weaken. "Wow! Great!" Ward said excitedly. "I'll uh... talk to you later then!" he added triumphantly as his friends and him walked off happily high-fiving each other. Kurt turned to look at Becky's smiling face. "I need to get out of this body soon!" he said fearfully. "Well... just remember how easy it was to get a date, missy. Looks like that's another point for us girls," she joked as she dragged Kurt off to their next class. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A few hours later, Kurt was out on the field in his gym gear again, surrounded by a dozen other girls who were all just as cute as he was. Becky had seen to it that he got to the rest of his classes without trouble, and then had made sure he couldn't escape their cheerleading practice. Kurt and the other girls were stretching out as they chatted with each other in groups, and Kurt was utterly amazed at how flexible he was now. He was sitting in the grass, one leg out in either direction almost 180 degrees and he leaned over with ease and was able to not only touch his toes but he was able to flex his body fully against his outstretched leg and grasp his tiny foot with both hands. As he and Becky went though the stretches he was more and more amazed at what this tiny body could do. Standing up he drew his leg against his chest bringing his foot above his head. He was able to lean back and practically fold himself in half as he placed his flat palms on the ground behind him and then stand up again with almost no effort. "Wow, this is amazing!" he said to Becky as she laughed at his surprise. "Yeah, us cheerleaders are super flexible," she said with a smile. "Another advantage over stupid boys." Kurt just shook his head at her comment as their coach walked over to the group of girls. For the next 90 minutes he found that not only was he super flexible but that he was able to move and dance as well as any of the other girls. Having been pretty notorious for his lack of rhythm and inability to dance, finding out that not only could he now move to the music but that he was able to do so expertly was amazing. Kurt and the other girls were moving from one routine to the next like he had been doing this his entire life, even Becky was surprised at first when he fell right in line with the other girls. It seemed that with this new girlish form that he possessed every skill Kimberly had worked at for years, the muscle memory was allowing him to perform along with the other girls, and although he didn't realize it, he had a giant smile on his pretty face the entire time, just like a real cheerleader. Once practice had wrapped up and the girls headed off to the locker room again, Becky took him off to the side, her face full of surprise and a slight pride. "Wow, you're way better than I expected," she said. "I completely forgot you weren't really Kimmie out there!" "Yeah?" Kurt said embarrassed now by the thought that he made a good cheerleader. "I don't know how I did any of that..." "It's obvious you were made to cheer, girlie," she teased. "It came way too naturally for you." "It's this body..." he tried to defend himself. "It just came to me, like a second nature..." "Hey, you don't have to be defensive with me," she said with a sly smile as she led him back inside. "I'm just saying that you did great out there, and you should really consider being a cheerleader.... Even if you do go back to being a dumb boy." After practice, all the girls took quick showers to wash off the sweat before changing back into their street clothes, and one again, seeing various girls in assorted states of undress did nothing for him. He felt no attraction at all seeing these girls, if anything he felt slight pangs of jealousy as he say nice breasts, shapely asses, tight stomachs, or silky hair. Kurt tried to bury those feelings as he knew they weren't natural. He shouldn't be jealous that another girl has nicer boobs than him, as his boobs were fantastic in their own right, they were round and perky and just the right size for his slight frame. And even though his ass didn't stick out like a giant pillow, his hips made his ass look good, and he knew that it was nothing to be upset about. Once he was clean and dressed, Becky insisted on fixing his makeup again, and she made his eyes look smokey and sexy before giving him the lipstick. He went along with it in an effort to prevent an argument, and get it over with so they could get over to his house and find out what Kimberly had done with his body. "Are you done trying to make me look pretty?" he asked with obvious annoyance as Becky finished his makeup. "Hey, you're already pretty, missy, I'm just highlighting your best features," Becky joked as the two girls headed out of the school and down the sidewalk towards Kurt's home. "Thanks..." he said in a manner that made it clear he wasn't at all thankful for her assistance. "Have you thought about what you're going to say?" Becky asked as they walked, their heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. "What do you mean?" "I mean, what are you going to say? Are you going to knock on the door and when Kurt answers, are you going to tackle him and demand that he give you your body back?" "I- I hadn't thought about it, I guess," he answered thoughtfully. This wasn't a situation he had thought he'd ever be in. Stuck in the body of a beautiful girl, having to live her life. The thought of having to spend another day as a girl sent a chill up his spine. His dress flowing out from his girlish hips and sliding against his smooth legs was a free feeling, however the bounce of his breasts as they jiggled with every step his tiny heeled feet made was something he wasn't at all comfortable with. "And what if he tells you no?" Becky asked. "What? He can't... I mean.... She can't!" "Why can't he? I mean, he did steal your body, it's not like you can force him to give it back. This could be permanent..." she suggested. "Don't..." he felt a warm flush on his face. "Don't even say that..." Hot tears stung his eyes as he quickly wiped them away with the back of his slender fingers. "Awww! Oh no!" Becky saw that he was starting to cry now, and quickly fished out a tissue from her purse and pressed it into his feminine fingers. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." she added. "It's... it's okay..." Kurt said as he stifled a sob and rubbed at his watery eyes with the tissue. "No, honey!" Becky said. "Dab at the eyes... don't rub, or you'll smear your makeup!" "I can't be stuck like this, Becky!" he said now dabbing at his eyes in an effort not to ruin the makeup she had put on his face. "I'm not supposed to be a girl, I don't want to be a girl!" "Okay, baby, it's okay," Becky said as she wrapped an arm around her friend in an effort to comfort her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Once they arrived at the house Kurt walked right up to the front door and instinctively reached for the doorknob. "What are you doing?!" Becky whisper yelled at him as she batted his hand away from the door. "What?" he said confused. "You can't just open the door, you've got to knock!" "This is my house, why would I knock?" "No, it's not! This is Kurt's house, you need to knock!" "Look, Becky, my parents aren't home from work yet, it's fine!" he said as he opened the door and walked right into the house. Becky paused a moment not wanting to just walk into a stranger's house, but she followed her friend inside. Kurt walked though the house, just like he lived there, as in his mind, up until this morning he had. He passed through the living room and turned up the stairs to the hall and walked right to his bed room. The door was closed, but they could both hear voices inside. Becky was scared but Kurt was seething at what had been done to him at this point and he opened the door and walked right in, his girlish hands rolled into tiny fists as the two boys inside jumped up from the couch in surprise, dropping the Xbox controllers. "What the fuck!" Kurt's male body said as the girl in the blue lace dress entered the room looking for a fight, and followed by Becky. "You!" Kurt said as he stood in the center of his room and stared daggers at his body and his best friend Gordon who looked just as shocked as Kurt's male face. "Kim?!" Gordon said in surprise as Becky moved in-between the girl and the two boys in the room. "What... what are you doing?" Kurt's male body said. "I want my fucking body back!" Kurt said, his eyes narrowed in anger. "Jesus, Kim..." Gordon said. "What the fuck are you even doing here, Gord?" Kurt asked as he realized his best friend was hanging out with the girl who had stolen his body. "What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?" Gordon answered incredulously. "I'm here to get my fucking body back, obviously," Kurt answered. "Jesus Christ, Kim," Gordon said as he rolled his eyes. Kurt felt the betrayal in his friends tone. "Are you fucking serious?" Kurt asked. "Do you STILL not believe me?" "Come on Kim!" Gordon said with a laugh. "Be for real, You can't really think you're Kurt." "I am Kurt, Dammit!" Kurt said with a girlishly petulant stomp of his foot. "See?" Gordon said in an aside to Kurt's male body. "I told you this girl is fucking crazy, dude," he added with a laugh as Kurt's male body just stared at him. "Fuck you, Gord!" Kurt said making a mental note to find a new friend when he had his dick back. "Kim! Give me back my body!" he demanded with a slight whine. Kurt's male body just looked back at him, his eyes narrowed in thought as Gordon stood next to him, rolling his eyes in disbelief. "Now!" Kurt added as Becky held him back from launching across the room and attacking the boy. And after a moment of contemplation, Kurt's body spoke with a sigh of defeat. "No," he sa