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1. What was I doing there? Was I really that stupid? If Steve hadn't asked me to be there, I wouldn't be, so, it was his fault, right? Gah... This was the first time in the history of history that two guys were breaking into a house to rectify a panty raid. Steve was tasked, by his sister, to break into Dean Garnet's house and steal back all the panties that Dean and his buddies had taken, which included Stephanie's (Stephanie being Steve's twin sister) and my own sister's (whose name was Melanie, by the way). How did I let Steve talk me into helping him do this? Stephanie only told him to do this, no mention of me, and Melanie hadn't cared whether she got her panties back or not, she'd actually thought it was kind of funny that Dean and his boys had decided to do a panty raid on their last week of school. I was a totally neutral country in all of this, so why was I involved? Worse yet, why was I the one standing on top of Steve's shoulders, doing my best to climb in a second story window? "Hold still," I said to him, trying to be quiet enough not to get caught and loud enough for him to hear at the same time. It wasn't easy. "Stop makin' me sway, then! Just get in the damn house!" I would have kicked him in the face if that wouldn't have made me fall on my ass and probably wake up Dean's parents, or something. As it stood, I did manage to hit him in the forehead with the tip of my left shoe as I made my way into Dean's room. 2. Dean was surprisingly well-read for a jock. The guy had more books than I did, and I was a damn bookworm. I nearly tripped on a half-dozen stacks of books on my way from the window to Dean's dresser. I don't know why I thought the panties would be in Dean's dresser, but that was my first idea. Come to think of it, why had Dean kept the panties? Don't people who do panty raids dump them the first chance they got, so as not to get caught? Ah, what the hell do I know? I've never done a panty raid. "Jesus!" I whispered, stumbling over another stack of books. How the hell did he maneuver through his room with all these books? I have three bookshelves, all of them full, no books on the floor. I managed to make my way to the dresser without alerting Dean's parents and opened the top drawers. Nothing. Middle drawers, nothing. Bottom drawers, nothing. All his own clothes, no panties. Crap. I'd have to look somewhere else. I tried as carefully as possible not to stumble over anymore books and got to his closet. I opened it and nearly had a heart attack as a plastic skeleton fell out and tried to grab me. "Adam?" Steve's voice called up, loud enough for me to hear through the open window, but not loud enough to wake anybody. "You okay?" I poked my head out the window. "Yeah. Skeleton in his closet, that's all." "A real one?" "No, dumbass, it's fake." "Well, hurry up." "Get your own ass up here and help, and maybe I'll actually find these damn panties." "How am I gonna get up there, I go up the stairs? You want me to go inside and go up the stairs, Adam?" I groaned. "Shut up, asshole, just - " I was cut off by a flashlight coming on and shining on Steve. I followed the beam of the flashlight and saw that the woman that lived next door to Dean was standing on her lawn, her dog on a leash, not even trying to bark. "Oh, shit..." I breathed. The woman said, "Come down here, young man. That's not your house." 3. I climbed out the window, hung over the side, and then let go. Landing hurt, but I was sturdy enough not to break anything. It wasn't the first time I slipped out a second story window. The woman motioned for us to follow her, and like we were under some sort of trance, we followed her. My heart was practically leaping out of my chest in fear, because I didn't know what the hell this woman was going to do. We entered her house through the back door and she pointed at two chairs on one side of the kitchen table, while she sat on the other side. It felt like some sort of interrogation, almost. The dog just sat beside the woman. "Now, what were you boys doing inside the Garnet house? They're not home right now." Great. I didn't even have to be quiet, now I feel like a retard. I answered, "We were looking for something that didn't belong to Dean." "Does it belong to you?" "Our sisters." "And what was that?" "Panties." She looked like she was about to laugh. Granted, if I were hearing about two guys breaking into the house of the school's basketball star looking for panties, I might laugh. Then again, I'm in this situation. "And why would young Dean have girls' panties in his room?" "Because he and a bunch of his friends did a panty raid at school the other day and stole them out of the locker room." "And does the school know about this?" "Yeah." "And do the parents know about this?" "Well, mine do and Steve's do." "And why are you two taking up the responsibility of retrieving these panties? Shouldn't your parents be solving this problem?" I sighed. "Steve's sister asked us to do this." "I see. And because your sisters were among those robbed, you believed you had the right to break into someone's house?" I planted my hands on the table. "I'm not sayin' it's right, but, c'mon, you're not seriously defending a panty raid, are you?" She shook her head. "No, but two wrongs don't make a right. You two need to be punished for what you've done, and young Dean needs to be punished for what he's done." I leaned back in the chair and said, "Okay, so call the cops on us, already." She shook her head again. "No, no, no... The police needn't be involved in this. I have ways of settling this matter myself." Steve finally asked, "You do?" The woman nodded now. "Yes. You're Steve, correct?" He nodded. "And your sister is Stephanie?" He nodded again. She turned to me. "And you?" I answered, "Adam." "And your sister?" "Melanie." "Adam... It's a nice name." She walked over to the shelf above the refrigerator and pulled a small book out. She set it down on the table and took out a pen. "How do you like the name Amanda?" Where the hell was this going? "It's a nice name for a girl, why?" She wrote something in that book and then slammed it shut again before I could see what it was. I traded glances with Steve, then focused on her again. She looked up from the book and smiled. "In seven days, Adam, you will be Amanda." 4. "What the hell are you talking about?!" I practically screamed. This woman was nuts, pure and simple. She nodded her head. "It's true. Seven days from now, you'll be an Amanda, one hundred percent female. This is your punishment." "What?!" This was starting to piss me off. I considered calling the cops, but they'd never believe this. Hell, I barely believed it. "Punishment for getting dragged along and forced to break into somebody's house?" She shook her head. "You weren't forced. You could have easily said no." "I didn't even know why I was here before I got here!" I pointed at Steve. "This asshole made me come here!" "You were the one who entered the house. Steven here stayed outside, on the yard. He was simply trespassing, you were breaking and entering." It was time for me to shake my head. "No, I don't believe you. You can't turn me into a girl, you're not... like... a witch or anything." She nodded. "That's right, I'm not a witch." She stood, and as if somebody turned on a wind machine, a breeze kicked up, despite there being no windows open. A strange glow seeped out of her, and in place of the old woman Steve and I had been looking at, there was now a stunningly beautiful young woman, no older than twenty. "I'm a sorceress." The sheer absurdity of that should have made me wake up, but I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't asleep... This was happening. I was sitting in a house, next to my best friend, and we were sitting across the table from a sorceress. And on the heels of that realization, I had another. I was gonna be a girl in seven days. Oh shit... 5. No. No. No. No. No. No. "I don't..." I started. She finished for me. "Believe me? No, I imagine your human brain is still struggling to comprehend me. It's not uncommon, after all." She waved her hand and the table was suddenly a bowl of fruit on the floor. I shot up from my chair and nearly broke something as I tripped over it on my way to the door. "Not so fast, Amanda," she said. When my hand reached the doorknob, I pulled back in pain. The doorknob was on fire. "Now do you understand?" I turned to face her again. "Why?!" She sat back down in her own chair. "I feel it's a fitting punishment. You chose to break into a house to retrieve panties, now you'll have a reason to get your own." Steve asked, "I don't get punished, do I?" She nodded. "Of course you do, but your punishment will be different." I walked over to her and grabbed her by the collar of her dress. "And what about Dean? What punishment does he get?" She closed her eyes a moment, and then I was suddenly sitting back down, the table between us, and she was the old woman again. What the hell?! "Young Dean will suffer his own punishment, don't worry." She waved her hand again. "All the girls whose panties were stolen will now find them in their dresser drawers again. You two may go home now, and accept the thanks from your sisters." I was about to stand up again, but with another wave of the witch's hand, Steve and I were standing on the street outside school, a good mile and a half away from Dean's house. 6. I fell back, against the fence on the edge of school property, and took a deep breath. Steve sat beside me. "So... " he said, and I already wanted to punch him. "You wanna go out on a date when you're done turning into a girl?" That made me punch him. "Shut up!" I shouted. "This is happening because of you! I wouldn't be turning into a girl if it weren't for you!" He covered his face to avoid another punch. "What? I didn't know we were gonna get caught!" "I didn't even want to do this! Melanie didn't care! If it weren't for you and your stupid ass sister, I'd still be a guy next week!" "I'm sorry, man!" I shook my head. I didn't want to hear it. "Fuck you," I said, "I'm goin' home." I didn't even give him one last glance before I walked away. 7. I shut the front door behind me and was instantly greeted by Melanie's face. I couldn't quite make out the specific look she had, but I'm sure it would be one I'd eventually wear on my own, a week from now. "How did you get them back in my dresser without me noticing?" I shook my head. "I'm tired, sis, lemme go to sleep." "And I thought you weren't going to get caught up in another one of Steve's stupid schemes?" "I said I'm tired." "Adam, what's going on with you?" I sighed, then I took a good long look at my sister. Melanie was a year and a half older than I was, which made her just about seventeen, but she'd been mistaken for older before. Not in a bad way, like drug abuse, but people just seemed to believe she held herself more like an adult and less like a teenager, which was in stark contrast to me, who nobody believed would ever really grow up because of how I acted. Her face looked like an exact teenage duplicate of our mom's, with wide brown eyes, a small nose and full lips. The one thing she didn't get from Mom was her hair color. Mom was a brunette, while Dad was pure red. Melanie got Dad's red hair, while I got what seemed like a natural combination of the two that could be mistaken for either one depending on the light. "Okay, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. I shook my head again. "No reason. Hope you're glad you've got your panties back." I pushed past her and made for the stairs. 8. I locked my bedroom door, picked up my tablet and flopped down onto my bed. I tapped on the internet icon and did a search for witches. I mostly got tabloid trash and incoherent forum babel, which didn't help things. I've ignored tabloids forever, and the forum crap was just that - crap. Nobody was making any sense. The door opened and Melanie stood in the doorway. "You clearly forgot I have a key to the bedroom doors." I groaned this time. "I'm really not in the mood, sis." "And I'm not in the mood for this junk. Dad put me in charge while he and Mom are second honeymooning, remember?" I can't for the life of me figure out why she felt the need to remind me of this every time I left the house, but I said, "So what?" "You're supposed to tell me when it is you're leaving the house, remember?" I set my tablet on my pillow and sat up. "I swear to God, if you say remember one more time, I'm gonna jump out the window. Why the hell are you pressing me, Melanie?" "Because you're acting weird, and for you, that's saying something." "It's not important." "Yeah, it kinda is. What's going on?" "You won't believe me." "Try me." "Fine. The woman that lives next door to Dean is a witch and she told me I'm gonna be a girl in a week." For about two seconds, it looked like Melanie was taking me seriously, then she doubled over and laughed about as loudly as a full theater at a Paul Blart movie. I wanted to push her out of my room, put boards on the door and enjoy what little time I had left as a guy doing guy stuff, like masturbating or watching basketball on TV. Finally, she tired her best to stop laughing and asked, "So... really, what happened?" I stood up and walked over to the window. "I'm not joking." "Yeah, you kinda have to be." "I'm not. Call Steve up, he'll tell you." "No, he'll tell me what you two cooked up." "How do you explain your underwear getting in your dresser drawer all by itself? She did it, the witch." Why was I still calling her a witch? She clearly told me she was a sorceress. "Or you climbed through my window and slipped it in while I was downstairs. Witches don't exist, Adam, and there's no way boys just spontaneously turn into girls." I sighed again. "I don't actually know if it will be spontaneous. For all I know, I'll start turning into a girl tomorrow." "You're not turning into a girl!" I was getting angry again. "Look, Melanie, she turned a frikkin' table into a bowl of fruits! She made a doorknob feel like it was covered in fire! She was goddamn magic, I'm telling you!" I sat back down again and tried to calm myself. "I didn't... " My heart was pounding. "I didn't want to believe it either, but the proof was right there. It seemed stupid to keep denying what I was seeing happen in front of me." She sat down beside me. "You do realize you sound like a maniac, right? Nobody can just turn somebody into a girl." I let out a laugh. "Yeah, I would have said the same thing if I hadn't watched her do all the shit she did." Melanie sighed. "Okay, entertaining the idea that this is possible and that you'll be my little sister in a week's time, what are you going to do about it? You can't tell the cops, they'll think you're crazy. And how do we even know we'll remember this in a week? How do we know we'll retain memories of you being a boy after you're a girl?" "I don't know!" Why did I suddenly want to cry? Why did crying suddenly seem like a viable option for me right now? I needed Melanie out of my room, and fast. "Look, Mel... Just... Get out of my room, okay? It's been a long day and I wanna go to sleep." She stood up and nodded. "Yeah, okay, but tomorrow, we talk about this, understand?" Tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday, no school for three whole days (I can't for the life of me remember why we had Monday off) and then we went back for final exams. Great. By next Friday, I may be shopping for a dress for the end-of-semester dance. "Fine," I said, "just get out." After she left, I moved my tablet from my pillow to somewhere else. Yeah, I wasn't gonna find anything related to that stupid sorceress. Dammit. I turned my light off, laid down and felt myself drifting off to sleep almost instantly. 9. "You know how this will end." What? "You know how this will end. It's only a matter of time before you accept it." Who are you and what are you talking about? "You know what I'm talking about." What's going on?! "You know what I'm talking about. It's only a matter of time before you accept it." A light came on. I held my hand up to shield my eyes from it, then took a step closer to whatever was causing it. Why was I moving closer to it? What the hell was going on? "You know what you have to do." Who's talking? Why did I hear this person? God, my arms were kind of cold. I rubbed at my arms to get warmer. Wait a minute... I don't own any sleeveless tops. "You know what to do. It's only a matter of time before you accept it." Great, now my legs were cold. I stopped for a second to tug at my skirt, but it was too short to actually provide me any warmth. Wait... Skirt? "You know how this will end." The bright light died down, and I finally saw its source: a mirror. I took a step closer to it and suddenly that chill that overtook my legs and arms decided to run up my spine. What the hell? The girl in the mirror was wearing a light pink top with spaghetti straps and a simple white skirt. On her feet were a pair sandals with a two inch heel. Her face looked an awful lot like Melanie's, just younger. In fact, Like Melanie but younger described this girl to a T, except for one simple feature. Her hair wasn't Melanie's pure red, but a mixture between red and brown that looked too much like... "You know how this will end. It's only a matter of time before you accept it." No. No, no, no, no, no, no, that wasn't me! That girl in the mirror wasn't me! 10. I sat up and felt sweat breaking out on my neck. What the hell had I just dreamed? No, seriously, what? I couldn't remember any of it, I just knew that it terrified me. I rubbed at my forehead. I had a throbbing headache. Was it because of last night? Wait, was last night even real? Some sorceress casting a spell on me didn't seem real, it seemed like a dream. Was that my dream? I shook my head and got up from the bed. I walked downstairs to get my breakfast. There was a note on refrigerator. I removed the magnet and read it. Had to go to the grocery store to grab some food, bro. We'll have our talk later. Talk? Oh, yeah... Last night. Crap... I guess all that stuff was real. So, what was my dream, then? Dammit... if that wasn't my dream... My headache kicked up again. Why did I have a headache? I've never woken up with a headache. Jesus, this is getting weird. I needed to understand this. Time for an internet search! I plopped my ass down in the desk chair and something felt weird. My ass felt... different. I stood up and then sat back down again, and everything felt normal again. Weird. What caused that? Was I actually changing physically over time? Great. If that was the case, then I might already be at least thirty-three percent girl by the time I went back to school on Tuesday. Or it could just be that I'm freaked because I could be turning into a girl. Or I'm just nuts. Great, now that bitch has me considering possibilities to something crazy. Shit. After two hours of meaningless Google searches, I came up with absolutely nothing. There didn't seem to be anything, save for the occasional person who would have sounded like a nut a day before. They still seemed nuts to me now, even though I had a story that would make me sound equally nuts. Would any of these take me seriously if I decided to take them seriously? 11. I sat on the couch, changing channels. There wasn't much of anything on, but that wasn't uncommon for a Saturday. After a little bit, I just put it on something and left it there, then laid down. I was tired, for some reason, something I couldn't figure out. My eyelids felt heavy, causing me to close them. I felt myself curl into the fetal position, and then the warm embrace of sleep took hold of me. 12. Why was I standing in front of a mirror? What was I doing there? I looked at my reflection and, for some reason, wondered why I was dressed the same in this dream as I was in real life. I turned away from the mirror and looked at the room I was in. Although, room was stretching it. Where I was had no walls, no ceiling, no floor. Everything melded with everything else. The place was dizzying, to say the least. In fact, the mirror was the only landmark. I took a step away from it and, to my surprise, I was actually a step away from it. I continued my trip away from the mirror, always making sure to check back for it every now and again, but I stopped about sixty steps away from it. The mirror was right behind me again. What the hell? How did that happen? I looked around the room again and nothing looked any different, except that I was now right beside the mirror again. What was going on? The door opened. Wait, door? Where was a door? I looked around and saw a glowing rectangle with a human silhouette standing in it. "Good, you're home," the silhouette said. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite peg it. "What happened to you?" "What are you talking about?" I asked, but the voice wasn't mine. I looked in the mirror again and saw my reflection, but I didn't see any differences. I was still wearing the same boxer shorts and solid black tee shirt I'd been wearing before. What was the silhouette talking about? That was when I saw it. The reflection in the mirror was mine, yes, but it wasn't me. It was a girl, wearing my clothes. She looked ridiculously cute, like a younger version of Melanie. Why did I look like that? What was happening to me?! "Adam?" the silhouette asked. I looked at him - I realized it was a him after a few seconds - and discovered that it was Steve. He had a look of concern on his face, and for some reason, I started to tear up. I fell to my knees and he reached down and scooped me up and held me. "It's okay, man, it's okay..." I was worried now. I felt comfortable in his arms, comfortable and warm. Part of me hated this feeling, but another part of me loved it. He patted the back of my head, his fingers getting a little tangled in my hair. "Amanda?" he asked now, and... 13. I woke up to Steve standing over by the TV, hooking up my PS3. He had a relieved look on his face. "Damn, man, I've been here two hours, and you've been asleep the whole time." I rubbed at my eyes and sat up. "What are you doing here? I coulda sworn I yelled at you last night." "Well, you did, but, c'mon, you can't still be angry at me, can you?" "I got cursed because of you." He blew a raspberry. "Ah, bullshit, that lady was just crazy. We were both tired and scared last night, we probably just dreamed everything we think she did." I stood up. "Oh yeah? Did you dream about her turning a table into a bowl of fruit?" "Yeah." "Her turning from an old lady into a hot babe sixty years younger?" "Yeah." "Her telling me I'd be turned into a girl named Amanda?" "Yeeeeaaaah?" "How did we have the same dreams, dumbass?!" "Magic?" "So she has magic dream powers, but she can't turn me into a girl, that right?" He shrugged. "If she could turn you into a girl, why didn't she do it there, last night? Why are you still Adam now? She was bullshitting us, pure and simple." I ran my hand through my hair. It seemed a little longer than it had been before. I looked at my reflection in the glass of the coffee table, but nothing looked different. Great, just like with my ass before, I'm starting to think things. That sorceress probably was bullshitting us. But that wouldn't explain that dream I just had. 14. "What are you doin' here, anyway?" I asked. He shrugged. "It's Saturday, and I'm bored. Where's your sister? I wanna try it again." I sighed. Steve had been trying to get Melanie to say Yes to him for awhile now. I guess being two years younger than her didn't mean anything to him, because he still wanted to date her and thought she'd want to date him. It didn't take a genius to realize that they weren't compatible. It didn't help that Steve always looked like a damn slob. Maybe if he cleaned himself up a bit, combed his hair a little, wore better clothes... Maybe then a girl would want to date him. As he was now, his only options for love were cybersex or prostitutes. I'd told him that before, even pretended to be a girl on a chatroom once just to fuck around with him. "She's not here," I answered. "She said she'd be back later." "Dammit! This time she's gonna say yes, man, I can feel it." Hell, I wouldn't even date him. If I were a girl, that is. He was just too hopeless. I was just as hopeless, but I didn't even try to date girls. I'd gone out on one date with Stephanie, and she'd told me I was more like a girlfriend than a boyfriend, because all I wanted to do was talk. I didn't want to do couple stuff. I kinda thought "couple stuff" included talking. "I'll believe that when I see it. Whadda you wanna play?" I asked, pointing to the PS3. He shrugged. "I dunno. Skyrim?" I shook my head. "You know that shit bores me now." "Okay, Resident Evil?" "Fine, but we do co-op." "Of course." "Which one?" "I vote for Six." I sighed. He always wanted to play Resident Evil 6. It was his favorite game in the series, for some reason. I preferred Revelations 2, but he never wanted to play it. "Fine. Go get it." I sat there, waiting for him to go upstairs and get the game, and something just seemed wrong to me. I couldn't figure out what it was, but... something. I rubbed at my forehead, but that didn't seem to help. I didn't have a headache, anymore. Did it have something to do with Steve? I may get pissed off at the guy, but he was still my best friend. Four minutes later, one PlayStation Network sign-in, and a quick campaign selection later, and Steve and I were slogging through the sewers of the fictional city of Tall Oaks as Leon Kennedy and Helena Harper. Steve was Leon, and that stuck me with Helena. Except that wasn't really true. I was player one, so I got to pick my character, and I picked Helena. I could have easily picked Leon, but I didn't, even though I usually do. "You okay, dude?" Steve asked. "Yeah," I said, but I wasn't even sure if I was telling the truth. 15. Steve and I were still playing Resident Evil 6 when Melanie came home, about a dozen grocery bags hanging off each hand. "Are you guys gonna help me, or what?" she asked. I pretty much dumped my controller on the couch and jumped up to help her. Steve struggled for a second to kill a zombie before he helped. Ten minutes later, all the groceries were put away, and Melanie and I were seated across from one another at the kitchen table. I felt nervous, she looked nervous, Steve wasn't doing shit. "So..." Steve, hilariously enough, was the first one to speak. "Why isn't anyone talking?" Melanie cleared her throat. "Okay, Adam, it's time to talk about that lady you guys met last night." "What about her? She's a sorceress, and she said she cursed me." "Okay, but why?" "I don't know, but I don't care. She had to be lying, otherwise I'd be a girl now, right?" "She said it would be in a week, so that's Friday. Let's say you're going to be a girl on Friday, why that specific date?" "I dunno. Just because it's a week later?" I sighed. "I really don't know, sis. I just... She should have been able to do it right away, but she didn't, so I don't believe she can do it all." "Let's say she can, though... What do we do about it?" "If she can do it, what can we do? Who's gonna believe that a sorceress cursed me into a girl?" "You've got a birth certificate stating your gender," Steve said, probably the smartest thing he'd said all day. I had to voice the one concern I had: "But, what if this supposed curse changes everything, like, nobody remembers Adam and everybody remembers Amanda?" No one said anything to that. I think Steve and Melanie were just as afraid of that possiblity as I was. 16. I laid on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Steve had gone home hours before, and Melanie was on the phone, ordering pizza. I didn't really have anything to do except lay there and think about what might happen. Everything seemed so crazy. Would I start turning into a girl? Or would I just suddenly be one on Friday? Would I start to like guys? Would I fall in love with Steve? The idea of that made me want to puke. Dammit. And what about my parents? They wouldn't get home until Thursday. It was either, "Hi, Mom and Dad... Yeah... I know I look a little like Melanie when she was younger, but I'm really Adam," or "Mom, Dad, don't freak out, but I might wake up a girl tomorrow." Neither option was, in any way, a good option. And then there was school. Sure, this was finals week, but if I was changing over the course of the week, then people would see me. They'd all watch me turn into a girl. If I just changed on Friday, then I'd show up as a completely different person for the last day of school. None of this seemed to work out in my favor at all. My chest was starting to itch. I reached under my shirt and scratched at the irritating sensation. 17. "So," Steve said, taking hold of my hand. Why was he holding my hand and why was I letting him? "What do we do now?" I shook my head. "I don't get it." He grabbed my other hand now. Were we about to do the Ring Around the Rosie thing? I didn't want to do that. "Amanda, c'mon, we're just sitting around." No, we're not. We're clearly standing. "So what?" He let go of my hands and grabbed me by the shoulders. "C'mon! We never do anything fun anymore." "We do plenty of stuff." "Not really." Why was he making a big deal out of this? "We do lots of stuff!" "We haven't really hung out since you finished changing. You barely talk to me anymore." I looked away from him. He wasn't right, was he? Was there even a chance that he was right? No. No, there wasn't. Steve was my best friend, and I've clearly hung out with him more than a few times since... 18. I sat upright and started coughing. What the hell?! What was with that dream? What caused me to dream that? I scratched my itchy chest again. It was mild irritation, but it was constant. What the hell caused that? I sighed. Itchy chest, weird dreams, were these signs of that curse, or just me being freaked? I stood up and grabbed a shirt. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, then pulled the shirt down over my head. As it brushed against my chest, I felt something odd, but I couldn't quite place what it was. I glanced at myself in my mirror and realized that nothing looked any different than it had yesterday. Great. Either I'm going nuts, or these changes are going to happen so slowly that I don't notice them. As I kept looking at my reflection, I could have sworn my hair was a little longer. I didn't really have short hair, but I didn't remember it completely covering my ears. Had it? Dammit... I'm going nuts again. I sat at my desk and just stared out the window for a minute. What was I going to do with my Sunday? I didn't really have anything to do. Sunday was a lazy day for me, always had been. There was a knock on my door. "Come in, Melanie," I said. It was obvious who it was. She opened the door and tossed me a pair of pants. "What's this for?" "Put those on." "Why?" "I'm curious." I looked the pants over. "These are your pants." "And you're going to put them on, this isn't rocket science." "Why?" "Suppose you're turning into a girl slowly, then at some point soon, you should be able to fit in those pants." "Why soon?" "Because you only have five days before you're officially supposed to be a girl." I sighed. Why was I even entertaining this idea? I slipped my legs into the pants and then struggled, only a little, to get them over my hips. I tried zipping them up, but that was futile, and the button was nothing but a lost cause. "There, you happy?" I asked, certain I looked like an idiot. Much to my surprise, there was a look of shock on her face. "You... uh... shouldn't have been able to get that far." "Why?" "Remember my old boyfriend, Billy? He was smaller than you, and he couldn't get my pants on that far." The only question that ran through my mind was, "Why was Billy wearing your pants?" She rubbed at her arm. "Well... He kinda liked to wear my clothes..." She shook her head. "That's not important, what's important is that you're smaller now than you used to be." I looked at myself in the mirror again, but I couldn't see anything. I didn't look any smaller, I didn't feel any smaller, but the pants barely looked out of place on me, aside from not being zipped or buttoned. Was Melanie right? Come to think of it, my shirt seemed a little bigger than it used to be, now. I rapidly stripped the pants off and tossed them back to Melanie. "Get these pants away from me," I said, and even I could hear the fear in my voice. She folded them up and came closer to me. "Your hair's different," she said, reaching out and touching it. I jerked back. "It's okay, jeez. It's just a little longer, is all. That's not something to worry about, right?" I threw my arms up. "I don't know! Has it ever been noticeably longer before?" She shook her head. "Not really." I collapsed into my chair. "Great. So, what, I'm turning slowly?" She sighed, then sat down on my bed. "I dunno, little bro. I think it's time we called Mom and Dad." I shook my head. "No. We wait this out, and if I'm more girl than guy on Tuesday, we call them then. I don't want to rob them of their second honeymoon just because I'm turning into a girl." 19. She didn't look happy, but I didn't care. I wasn't calling Mom and Dad. How would they even react? Would Mom be happy to have another daughter to poke and prod and dress up? Would Dad be sad that he was losing his one and only son? Now that I thought about it, would Melanie be happy that she had a little sister? Would both her and Mom be happy that there was only one person left to leave the seat up? I slumped in my chair. "Mel..." "Yeah?" "How do you feel with all of this?" "Whaddya mean?" "How are you gonna feel when Mom starts mixing your panties and mine up when she does the laundry?" She looked away from me for a second, then looked back at me. "Well, I dunno. You're not the worst brother out there, and I don't mind you the way you are. I can't say it won't be nice having a sister, but I don't really want to lose you." She put on a nervous smirk. "Plus, it's gonna be tough teaching you all the new feminine stuff you're going to have to learn." I don't think she meant for that to be frightening, but the idea of what I'd have to put up with scared me. Even if I were to be a simple girl like Melanie, she still woke up about an hour before school started to get ready, and she didn't wear much make-up or even outrageously fancy clothes. It just seemed to be something girls did, no matter what. And what if I had periods? Could I have periods? How would I deal with that? "What?" she asked. "What is it?" "All that new feminine stuff I'm gonna havta learn, that's what." The smirk came back, this time far less nervous. "Oh. Hey, it's not that hard. A little bit of fashion knowledge and use a tampon every month, it's not as hard to deal with as guys think it is." I raised an eyebrow. "It's not?" She shook her head. "No. Probably the worst part for you will be shaving your legs." I looked at my legs. Even that probably wouldn't be as hard as she thought it would be. I didn't exactly grow a lot of hair. Then again, I've never shaved my legs. Maybe it would be the biggest pain in the ass in my life. "And your armpits." "Wha?" "What? Girls shave their armpits, because guys think it's disgusting for girls to have pit hair. You trying to tell me you've never noticed?" I shrugged. "I've never paid that much attention to a girl's armpits before." "You've never seen me do it?" "Not really." "I do." "And I'll have to?" "Well, if you want a boyfriend who's not from Europe." Why was the idea of having a boyfriend not the most disturbing thing I'd heard all day? 20. "What are we doing here?" Steve asked. "And why are you wearing your sister's pants?" "They fit better than mine do," I answered. "And we're here to see how people react to... well... me." He looked around at everyone, which wasn't hard, considering how packed the gym was. Neither he nor I were regular attendees at a school basketball game, but this was the last one of the year, and it would be a less cliched public place to be in than the mall. "What are they supposed to see? A kinda skinny guy wearing girl pants? That's not exactly uncommon, y'know." I rolled my eyes. "Are you telling me that you can't tell that I look a little different? Melanie and I could." "Like I said. Kinda skinny. You don't look that much different." "But I look different." "I still recognized you when I spotted you outside, remember?" He had a point. We hadn't even tried to meet up, I was coming to the basketball game all by myself. He'd just been outside walking his dog. It was one of exactly three times he'd said he was happy to live half a block away from the school. I'd simply asked him to come because I really didn't want to be seen at a basketball game alone. The seats weren't that great, but we had a decent view of the court. The opposing team came out first, much to the boos of one side of the gym and the cheers of the other. After that, our team came out, which incited cheers from our side of the gym and boos from the other. It was then that I saw him. Dean Garnet, the very reason I was in this situation. He didn't look like he was suffering from any punishment. I sat back in my seat and sighed. Dammit. If it weren't for him and then Steve, I'd still be male on Friday. Hell, I wouldn't be changing today. It was about thirty minutes into the game that I saw something. The ball was passed to Dean, he made it to the shot line, tried for his shot - and the throw came up wrong. He was shooting like a girl. And he was shooting like a girl who's never played basketball before. "Do you see that?" I asked Steve, pointing to Dean. "Yeah. Jock's off his A-Game tonight." "Steve, what if that's his punishment?" "To suck at basketball? Not really much of a punishment considering you havta turn into a girl. Why would the punishments be so completely different? Especially since I don't even know what mine is yet?" I shrugged. "I dunno, but Dean's a billion times better than this all the time. I find it hard to believe that tonight, two days after we were cursed, he suddenly has a random bad day." The entire game, Dean's shots came up short, he was suddenly the weakest link in the team as opposed to his usual role as the team point winner. I even saw Max Caulfield purposefully knock him down once. Max was his best friend, and now he was practically beating him to death. Okay, so my punishment was turning into a girl, Dean's was being humiliated at sports, what would Steve's be? 21. "So, how'd the basketball game go?" Melanie asked me when I got home. I plopped down on the couch. "Well, our team won. Barely." "Whaddya mean?" "Dean wasn't playing all that well." She raised an eyebrow. "Dean? Dean the guy who's house you broke into Dean?" I nodded. "The very same. It was like he didn't know how to play basketball. I could play better than he could, and I'm crappy at basketball." She scratched at her chin. "Did that sorceress say anything about Dean being punished?" I nodded again. "She did, and I was thinking the same thing. I'm just confused about what's going to happen to Steve." "If he was turning into a girl, we would have noticed it by now." She sat down beside me. For some reason, she grabbed my arm and took a very close examination of my hand. "What the hell?" I asked. "I'm looking at your hand." "I can see that." "No, look at your hand." I pulled my hand away from her and took a good long look at it. There was something different about it, but I couldn't place it. Was it my fingers? Was it my fingernails? What was it? "I don't get it." She held her own hand out and put mine right up against it. "Look." That was creepy. Our hands looked identical. If somebody was looking at our hands, the only difference being that Melanie had painted fingernails. 22. I sat on my bed and looked at my hands for awhile. It was weird how much they looked like Melanie's. My nails looked a little different, but that was about it. When had that happened? Why hadn't I noticed it before Melanie pointed it out? I got up and grabbed my tablet, then returned to my bed. I tapped on the internet icon and stared at the Google homepage for awhile. What would I look up? I set the tablet back down on my night stand and laid down. I felt myself drifting off to sleep, and the last thing that crossed my mind before sleep overtook me was how my fingernails would look with nail polish on them. 23. "C'mon!" I said, trying to draw Steve's attention. He wasn't really talking to me. "You said you wanted to hang out more, so why are you the one who doesn't want to hang out now?" He shook his head. "I just... How is it gonna be fun sitting around watching you do your stuff?" "'Do my stuff'? What? That doesn't even make sense." He sighed. "Y'know, like when you try on clothes or paint your nails, that sort of stuff. Girl stuff." Ugh! Really? "How often do I do 'girl stuff' around you? Huh? Last time we hung out, all we did was watch movies." I plopped down on the couch beside him. I was happy I was wearing shorts. If I was wearing as skirt, I couldn't just plop down. "Most of the time all we do is play video games. How has anything really changed?" He looked away from me. "How can you say that? Everything has changed, and I think you're the only one who doesn't notice it." How could he say that? Of course I noticed what was changing, but how has our relationship changed? "I... I've noticed," I said, though my voice sounded weaker than I thought it should. "But... We're still friends, right?" He turned back to me and said, "Wake up, bro, Mom and Dad are on the phone." 24. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Melanie standing there holding the phone. I reached out, grabbed it, and then pulled the covers back up over my head. "Hello?" Mom's voice came over the phone. "Melanie, put your brother on the phone, seriously." What? What?! "What?!" I asked. I sat up and brushed my bangs away from my face. Wait, my bangs? I don't have bangs. What the hell? "I asked you to put Adam on the phone, remember?" "Mom, this is Adam!" "Sweetie, please, this got annoying when you two were little." Melanie grabbed the phone from my hands and pressed a button. "Mom, he's not joking, that was Adam. I put us on speaker." Mom asked, "Adam? Honey? Say something." For some stupid reason, the only thing that popped into my head was: "Can you hear me now?" That was when I heard it. I didn't exactly sound like Melanie, but I didn't sound like a boy anymore. "What's going on? Why do you sound so strange?" Melanie sighed. "I was gonna call you guys and tell you later. Adam's kinda... Well... He's..." "He's what?" Mom asked. "You're what, Adam?" I really didn't want to answer that question. I knew I'd need to eventually, but that didn't make this any easier. How do you tell your parents that you're turning from boy to girl? How do you explain to them that a sorceress cursed you because you broke into a dumbass's house to steal something back from him? How? How? A part of my brain told me that this shouldn't be hard at all. Tell the truth, that part of my brain told me. They'll understand. Except that they won't, obviously. The whole thing sounded so damned fantastical that if somebody really understood it, they should be committed to a nut house. "Adam?" Mom asked again. Every time she asked, I wanted to hang up the phone, but I knew that'd scare her even more. Dammit, dammit, dammit! "I'm... Turning into a girl, Mom." Was that so hard? Was that so hard? Yes. Yes, it was. That was ridiculously painful. I felt like I'd just told her that I was dying. I almost felt like I was dying. Well, technically, I was. Male Adam was dying, so very slowly, while Female Amanda was just as slowly being born. Except it didn't feel like I was changing so slowly. I reached under my shirt and scratched at my itchy chest. That was when I felt a strange puffiness to my chest. Oh. Great. I knew what was coming next. What's that one thing a boy notices about a girl? Every boy I came into contact with was now going to start noticing me. Well, that's not true. They weren't big enough to even be noticed under my shirt. For at least a little while, I'd still be able to somewhat pass for a boy. "What did you say?" Mom asked, bringing me out of my boob daze and back into the current situation. "I said I'm turning into a girl, Mom. It's... A whole weird story, but it's happening. By Friday, I'm not gonna be Adam anymore." "Honey, that's impossible." Melanie shook her head, like Mom could see her. "He's not lying, Mom. He looks more like a girl than he does a boy, now." That wasn't a good thing to hear. I was only three days into this curse and already I looked more female than male? Crap. How much more female would I get in the next four days? Or would I be done on day six? Crap, crap, crappity, crap, crap. 25. "Does anyone else know about this?" Dad asked. I could hear the concern in his voice. "Just Steve, since he was there." "The Garnet boy doesn't know anything?" "I dunno. I don't think he'd try to play last night if did know about the curse." "Why didn't you call straight away?" I laughed. 'Would you have really believed me? This doesn't sound crazy to you?" "I didn't say that, kiddo, but you still should have told us." I nodded, even though he couldn't see that. "I know. I was just... Scared." I hoped he would understand that. I've never seen my dad scared of anything, but I assumed he'd been scared of something before. Hell, maybe he was scared now. I didn't know. "Dad... What's gonna happen to me?" I asked. My fear was asking the question, really. He didn't say anything at first, then, "I dunno, kiddo. I dunno." 26. I walked into Melanie's room and sat down at her vanity. She wasn't home, so she wouldn't see me. Not that I cared, it would probably be a good thing if Melanie were here. She was taking this all very well, and I was pleased about that. I don't know if I could stand teasing from her while I'm turning into a girl. I looked at all the make-up she had just sitting around on her vanity. She didn't have too much, but it looked like a lot to me. Mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, lipstick, four or five different shades of each. How did she keep track of all this? I took a breath, then reached for one of the lipstick tubes. Why was I even considering this? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... I pulled the cap off and found a weird dark purple shade. Do girls really like weird colors like this on their lips? It looked goofy as hell to me. I took another breath and put the tube to my lips. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? What if Melanie used this the last time she had the flu? I could be giving myself the flu. I'm an idiot. I drew the lipstick across my upper lip, then my lower lip, then put the cap back on the tube. I puckered my lips and looked at myself in the mirror. I did a surprisingly adequate job, just a little mistake on my lower lip. I took stock of my face for the first time in the last two days. Overall, I didn't look too different. My eyes a little wider, my lips a little fuller (though that could have been because of the lipstick), I swear my cheeks were a little puffier. I reached up and touched the barrettes that Melanie had given me to clip my bangs back. That was the closest she'd come to making fun of me, but she'd apologized for it straight away. These are pink, but that shouldn't bother you, too much, she'd said, sorry, bro... I didn't mean it like that. I sighed. Time to wash off the lipstick. I stood up and made my way for the door, then stopped. Melanie's closet was right there, right beside the door. I sighed again. Yet another thing that I really shouldn't be doing, but since I'd be wearing stuff like that soon enough... I reached inside and grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts that were easy to get to. I took off my own shorts and shirt and then my own morbid curiosity made me take my underwear off. I'd already promised to do the laundry today, Melanie wouldn't get too mad, would she? I reached into her underwear drawer and laughed as loudly as I could. Right on top was the pair of panties that had been involved in the event that had caused this whole sad affair in the first place. I pulled the panties out of the drawer and unfolded them. They were pink with an orange waistband. They looked so tiny, like they'd never fit any girl that ever wore them. Again, I asked myself why I was doing this. I sat down on the edge of Melanie's bed, slipped one leg in one hole, and the other leg in the other hole, then pulled the panties up. After getting them over my hips, I took another breath and looked at myself in her wall mirror. I started to sweat some. I didn't look goofy at all. The bulge in the front of the panties wasn't even that big. I'd never say I was the biggest guy around anyway, but I wasn't that small before. I put my shrunken "head" out of my mind and reached for the shorts. They were tighter than the jeans I'd worn the night before, but still not painful, or even awkward. Another look in the mirror, and I'd almost swear I was a girl from the waist down. What little hair I had on my legs didn't even hinder the image. I grabbed the shirt and pulled it down over my head. As the shirt touched my nipples, I felt something... Odd. Was this feeling just the shirt rubbing against my nipples? I pulled the shirt back off and looked at my chest in the mirror. Were my nipples a little more puffy? I looked down and saw, for the first time, the slight curve of my breasts. They were actually starting to pop out, as opposed to how they were even this morning. The reality of the situation was hitting me hard, now. I couldn't wear any of Melanie's shirts with my nipples - no, let's just say it, my breasts - this sensitive, and wearing one of my own shirts would be completely against what this little curiosity experiment was all about. I knew exactly what I'd need to do, and the idea of it was embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as I knew it would eventually be to go into a store and get the measuring done. I pulled open the drawer underneath Melanie's panty drawer and found them. Something compelled me to actually try and match tops to bottoms, so I found the bra that went with the panties I was wearing. Dammit, this was awkward. Not trying to put one on, just the idea that I would need to put one on. I slipped my arms through the straps and struggled to reach behind me and get the hooks together in the back. It wasn't easy, but I managed to do it after a little trial and error. Then I adjusted it on my chest, made it feel a little more comfortable. Yet another look in the mirror and the image of me wearing a bra and girl shorts was just creepy. I pulled the tank top on yet again and the image was complete. Amanda didn't actually look too out of place. Really, she looked very natural, very real. I sat down on Melanie's bed, my eyes never leaving that reflection. I wasn't even Adam anymore, was I? 27. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my horrified daze. Oh, for God's sake, was Steve here? He really wanted to hang out a lot. Did that have anything to do with my dreams? I left Melanie's room and made my way downstairs. I made it to the door just as Steve was about to ring the doorbell again, and watched his eyes widen in surprise. "What?" I asked, then realized that he hadn't heard my voice all day. "Look, I know I sound a little different, but that's all that's changed, okay?" He shook his head slowly. "No... No it ain't..." I raised an eyebrow, then I realized what he was looking at. Me. His eyes were tracing my body from head to toe and back again. Suddenly, I felt a little chilly, and rubbed at my exposed arms. "Are you gonna hurry up and come inside, I'm kinda cold." "Um... Yeah," he said, nervousness in his voice. He came in and sat down on the couch, and I sat down beside him. "So... What's going on?" I asked. He shrugged. "Well, I'm kinda bored, so I came over here. You're wearing short shorts and a tank top. And we're not really doing much of anything." Dammit, dammit, dammit... Why had I decided now would be a good time to try on Melanie's clothes? I finish doing that and suddenly my best friend arrived, I was just stupid. Before I could suggest anything, Steve said, "You look nice, by the way." I blushed. I blushed! He complimented me, and I blushed! What the hell was wrong with me? "Thanks," I said. Stupid goosebumps, causing me to to be nervous now. "Wow... It's funny how something so minor as clothes can cause so much awkward between us, huh?" He let out a chuckle. "Yeah." "Do you wanna do something?" "Like what?" "I dunno. We never finished playing Resident Evil Six the other day." He shook his head. "Nah. Let's find something else to play." "Okay. I don't have a whole lot more co-op games, though." He shrugged. "We don't have to play a co-op game. You could play a game while I watch, I could play a game while you watch." I nodded. "Okay. Go pick something." He nodded, then got up and walked up the stairs. I just sat there, hugging my knees to my chest. Wait, what?! That is so something that girls do! Why was I doing it?! I uncurled and let my feet touch the floor again. I didn't like what I'd just done. Why had I hugged my knees to my chest? Was I... Scared? Was I... Concerned? Was I happy to be around Steve? He came back down the stairs with a stack of games and set them down on the coffee table. "Well... Here's our options." "How many of my games didn't you grab?" He flashed a weak smile and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Um... Two?" I rolled my eyes. "Alright, let's do process of elimination, then." 28. I sighed. Twenty minutes of going through all my games, and we couldn't think of anything to play. I just sat back and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "For the love of God, just pick at random!" I said. It brought attention back to my voice, because it sounded even more feminine than it had before. He sat back down on the couch beside me. "Hell, let's just watch a movie." I shrugged. "Okay with me." I picked up the TV remote, flipped to a Starz channel and caught the tail end of the credits of Iron Man 3. "Ugh, they're still showing this? Aren't there better movies they could show?" Steve laughed. "You've never told me why you don't like Iron Man. What's wrong with 'em?" I shook my head. I dunno. I've just never liked them that much. I liked Thor better." He smiled. "Yeah, I wonder why." "What's that supposed to mean?" He lightly poked me in the arm. "Look at how you're dressed!" "What? I'm gonna havta wear this stuff eventually!" I was trying to justify this. Why was I trying to justify this? "Besides, at least I'm not wearing the same ratty jeans I wore yesterday, like you are!" He burst into laughter, which surprised me. "You are such a girl now! You're trying to 'fix' me already!" I blushed again. "No I'm not! You're just... y'know... You have other pants, right?" He nodded through his laughter. "I can't believe this. You're wearing your sister's clothes, and you're trying to fix me, how are you not a girl right now?" "I'm just... I'm not!" I was lying to myself and I knew that. "You're even wearing lipstick, man!" Oh, crap, I forgot about that. I brought my hand up to my lips, like covering them up would erase the purple stuff on them. Why had I forgot about that? Why hadn't I washed this stuff off while he was looking through all my games? "Um... Yeah?" I said, with obvious embarrassment in my voice. He patted me on my exposed shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I think it looks good on you." I swear my face had to be beet-red with how much I was blushing, and I could almost feel my masculinity draining away as I asked, "Really?" Why had I asked that? What possible reason could I have for asking that? Steve was my best friend, and the very reason I got into this situation, not a potential boyfriend! "What?" he asked, taking close observation of my face. I must have had a disturbed look, or something. "I think you should leave," I said, and I meant it. This was getting out of hand. Steve wasn't just looking like my best friend anymore, and that scared me. "Please, please leave." He grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "What is it?" "I just... I want you to leave, okay?" He took a deep breath. "I have something to tell you. I've been having these weird dreams, ever since we met that old witch. One of them had me walking into your house and finding you standing there, but you weren't a guy. There was another one where I was complaining about how we don't spend much time together anymore, and another one - " I cut him off. "Where I'm the one complaining because you don't want to spend time with me?" He nodded. "Yeah. We were in here, and you were all bouncy and girly and... I think I realized that my punishment would be us drifting apart. I don't want that to happen, because you're my best friend, y'know?" I nodded. "Yeah." "So, please, Amanda, don't ask me to leave again." Suddenly, I felt something welling up inside me, and it was anger. He just called me Amanda. He just called me that goddamn name! No! "Get out!" I said, my voice firm. "But, after I just - " I cut him off again. "I said get out!" I yelled this time. Even with my more feminine voice, there was a bit of the authority that I'd felt as a boy. Steve got up off the couch, nodded, and left, just like that. No muss, no fuss, no protest. He was there and then he was just gone. I just sat there on the couch, shaking, shuddering, shivering... Angry. 29. It took me at least an hour to stand up from the couch. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to do anything. I was angry. Angry at Steve, angry at that sorceress, even angry at Melanie for no reason whatsoever, just because I was wearing her clothes. I didn't have any reason to be angry at Melanie, or Steve (really), I should have just been angry at the sorceress. I walked upstairs to my room and practically dropped onto my bed. My tablet was still on my nightstand, so I grabbed it, tapped the camera icon, flipped the camera to the front lens and looked at myself, really looked at myself. My face in particular. It was obvious why Steve had called me Amanda, because I didn't look like Adam at all anymore. If somebody was just looking at my face, they'd wonder how I could have ever been Adam. I still had three days of this, how much more changing could I do? Well, aside from Little Adam shrinking inside me completely, and my breasts growing more. I tapped out of the camera and got to the internet, where I searched for all those nutjobs I'd read about before. I quickly registered at the forum and started a new thread. My name is Amanda, and I used to be Adam. 30. I sat on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest, and waited for Melanie to come home. I didn't have much else to do. I had the TV on, but I wasn't watching anything. The thread I'd started had taken off, with over sixty different people saying things ranging from absolutely believing me to thinking I'm, and I quote, "Some dumb cunt who wants people to think she's nuts." I rolled my eyes at that guy. I heard the front door open and Melanie did something downstairs, then she climbed the stairs. "Adam? You still here?" "Yeah," I said, "in my room." She walked into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. It probably looked odd to her to see her younger brother wearing her clothes - not to mention her lipstick - and not looking strange in any way. "Um... Is there anything wrong?" she asked. I stood up. "Look at this." "Yeah, you managed to pick clothes I don't wear anymore, what about it?" "No! Look at this!" "Bro, I don't - " "Mel! I'm... I'm not Adam anymore!" She sighed. "Look, bro, I hate to tell you this, but you really haven't been Adam for a little while now. Pretty much since I woke you up this morning." "And you didn't say anything?" She walked over to me and sat down on my bed. "What would you have said if it was me or Steve that was changing? I wasn't trying to make you feel worse. I already felt bad making you talk to Mom and Dad this morning." I sat down beside her. "What's this mean for school tomorrow? How is anybody gonna recognize me?" "We'll see the principal tomorrow morning, it's that simple." I laughed. "Yeah, what's the principal gonna say about this? What are we going to tell him? 'Hi, Mr. Malski, a sorceress cursed me and I'm turning into a girl during this last week of school'?" She put an arm around me. It felt comforting, to have my sister hugging me. "We'll think of something. Don't worry." I put my head on her shoulder as she put her other arm around me. This wasn't the same type of brother/sister hug that I'd experienced before, this was a hug between sisters, a knowing, loving hug that siblings of opposite genders just don't understand. It was a feeling I'd never had before. I felt a tear drip down my cheek. Adam was gone. He was gone, he was dead, he was never coming back. I wasn't crying because he was gone, I wasn't crying because I was happy, I wasn't crying for any reason that made sense. I was crying because I accepted what had happened. 31. There was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened it to see Steve standing there, which surprised me. "Didn't I scare you off yesterday?" He shrugged. "You're my friend, why wouldn't I come back?" "Because I was rude to you?" "So what? You're my friend, remember?" "You mean you're not mad at me?" He took me by the hand and pulled me a little closer. "Of course not. You're just... Going through a rough time. Nobody can blame you for how you're feeling." I blushed. "Thanks." He smiled. "You're wearing that lipstick again." I nodded. "Turns out I like it. Do you?" He patted me on the shoulder. "On you, I like anything." I giggled. "Really?" He was buttering me up, clearly, but I was enjoying it. "Yeah." He brushed his hand against my cheek. "You look pretty no matter what." I was turning so red, it was embarrassing. "So... You ready for school?" He shook his head. "Not just yet." "Steve?" "I just... Please, just this once?" "Just this once what?" He shook his head. "Fuck it." He leaned down and put his lips right to mine, and his arms around me. I rested my hands on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat. The world faded around us, and I just let him kiss me. It felt so wonderful, and I didn't want it to end. His hand slipped from my hip to my chest, and I felt him squeezing my breast through my shirt. I moved one of my hands to cover his, to make him squeeze harder. It felt so wonderful. "Adam? Adam! Wake up!" someone said from somewhere, and I felt Steve fading away from me... 32. Mom was gently shaking me awake. I groaned and turned over onto my side. "I don't wanna get up..." I said. Wait, when did Mom get here? I didn't care, I just wanted to sleep. She smacked me on the butt. "I said get up, young lady." "Ugh..." I groaned. I turned back onto my back. "Did you just call me young lady?" "You look more like a young lady." I turned back onto my side. "What time is it?" "It's seven forty-five, you've got about an hour before school." "Why'd