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Set in the magic world where Potions meant to help men with their short comings were switched for greed and power are still having an effect on people. It's not necessary that you read any of the other stories of mine related to the potions but if you have questions about the world it might help. Thank you for reading it, and please feel free to review so that I can get some feedback Potion - Finding (edited 2.0) By Gypsy Sunday (March 27th)- James sat on his bed going through the phone tree a third time. It was almost two hours of calling and being disconnected. He had lost the phone tree when he kicked Blake out of his house the first time, since then it had been... difficult. James tried calling three or four times but never got a ring. About a third of the way through the phone tree he was disconnected- why-? He wasn't sure. Ten more calls and he was on the phone tree again, working through it when he heard the phone say that the system was full and unable to accept any more messages he screamed at the phone. And wept holding his face in his hands, clawing at the sides of his face until it hurt. He went to his computer. His parents had locked him out of his games- but he could still access his work folders, and the internet for research, but every page was logged. He did not care. He went to Mana Industries web site and searched for a long time before he found Contacts Us on a back page. He wrote an email which included his email address, his phone number, the house phone, and his address. He pleaded with them to come and dispel the magic that had changed him from a three hundred pound fifteen year old to a ninety pound sex kitten. It felt like the only thing that he could do to end this terrible nightmare. James sat on his bed and wept for a little while because he was scared, and because this seemed like some level of Hell to him. He thought about Blake... Blake had come over to talk, and hang out. His family life was crap and he just wanted out of the house, away from all the yelling, and cursing. Typical Blake had showed up unannounced and knocked on the door while he called James' phone. Finally, James could take no more- when Blake saw him, he pleaded with James to let him in. They talked, but Blake was more interested in James' body then what James was feeling internally. When Blake raised the back of his shirt to look at James' ass, James ordered him to leave, screamed at him as he broke down crying and losing the first connection with Mana Industries. The reason that James had taken the potion to enlarge his man appendage... it was a genetic disorder, or so he had heard- called Micropenis. It was embarrassing because of how he had to urinate. It wasn't like he was showering with others, he flat refused to shower with the other boys at school because he was so fat and no one looked at him so no one noticed. And gym class, he was so heavy the coaches basically gave up on him being part of anything, so he was given a C for showing up in workout clothes and sitting on the side lines. With regards to his small penis and taking the potion that was supposed to give him something more... he had just wanted to be normal. After everything he had been through... So he had saved enough money to buy one potion (there was a huge sale in the middle/end of March). It was not enough to give him an average penis, but it would give him something more. For an average he would need to have taken between two and three potions. Now... now he was a guy transformed into a girl. His tits were smashed into the pillow he hugged, he hated the feeling, and hated to think what was between his legs. His hair was long and blonde and reached down to his waist, it was not straight, but it was not curly either. It had some volume to it, and had a natural part right in the middle. Once in a while he would push it back, but more often than not it stayed out of his face unless he lowered his gaze which he did often. He heard the front door unlock and open- his Mom and Dad entered the house. They were talking a little about their day. His Mom was a Nurse at a local hospital and worked four days on and four days off, ten hour shifts. She often times had a couple extra days here and there off because they did not do vacations anymore- instead the vacation time was turned into money and used to pay for Elisa's college. His Dad was a software engineer, and he worked a lot lately because of some project. His Dad had promised that the project would be ending soon as he would be home more, somewhere around Easter... which was the same day that James had drank a potion that was supposed to make his penis longer and not turn him into a sexy girl. James' extended family had died with his grandparents- no blood relations of Aunts and Uncles, and no cousins. Most of their family friends had dried up over the last four years so they did little on holidays. James looked towards the door and hugged the pillow tighter, tears streaming down his face in fear of what they would do. He knew they were great parents, but everyone had their breaking point. James slid back up onto his bed, his legs folded and his back against the wall watching his open doorway, hugging the pillow to his torso wishing that it would change their perception of him, but he knew it would not. His Mom peaked in to say hi and froze. "James-?" she asked than called behind her for her husband, but did not take his eyes off of James. James raised his hand a little- "I... I had an accident." "Oh, no," his Mom covered her mouth. His Mom was forty two this year. She tried to stay in shape by walking every day around the block, and eating salads and such, but her hips carried her weight. She had been a brunette for the last few years because she did not like blond jokes. She was about five eight. James always saw her as having the ultimate Mom look. His Dad peaked into the room- "holy Fire Fly reruns," he said. James' Dad was the same height as his wife, he was keenly aware of his weight and his need to exercise and his need to fend off his genetic predisposition towards diabetes. Back hours ago James had the same dark hair, the wave, the natural part in the center. James' Dad wore glasses like James had, as near sightedness ran in the family on James' father's side. "Hi Dad," he said trying to muster a smile that would not stay for long. "James-?" his Dad asked him. "I... there was a sale on male enhancement potions and I bought one, and it... it changed me into this," James said with a little concern that they might not believe him. James' Mom hit her husband on the arm- "you-" she stopped herself from speaking. "James- are you okay?" his Mom moved into his room, lightly shuffling James' pants and socks towards the bed and to one side so they would be out of her way on the floor. "I am okay, I feel healthy, but... I am a girl," he said sounding and looking very concerned. "We will get this fixed," she said patting James' knee as she sat on the edge of James' unmade bed. James gave her a slow nod. His Mom hugged him and whispered- "it will be okay. I love you, just be strong." "Did you contact the company- oh, hell, never mind," his Dad pulled out his phone, found a number in his Contacts and dialed it. "I tried but the phones are-" A few rings later and James' Dad was speaking Chinese- Cantonese or Mandarin, James did not know the difference. The two of them watched James' Dad talk. James' Dad was fluent in French, and Spanish, strongly passable in one Chinese dialect, and spoke some Hindi. Any time he had advanced notice that he was going somewhere he spent as much time as he could before studying the language before he arrived. And he kept relationships with the people he worked with, but James had never met any of the people. "Thank you, Sean," he said at the end of the phone conversation, then hung up. "I have a friend that works for Mana," James Dad said as he tucked his phone away. "You what-?" his Mom asked as she pulled back from James. "I did some computer work for them two years ago... remember when I went to Hong Kong, and Singapore a couple years ago?" he was telling James, but James saw the look between them. Two years ago James' Dad had taken off on a business trip for South East Asia. Four weeks later he met the three of them in Hawaii where they spent two weeks. It was the last family vacation before Elisa had gone off to college, and James was left in the house alone after school because of schedule changes. About a month later his parents were fighting all the time, hushed undertones and ugly looks from his Mom. His Dad even considered moving out for a brief time, but things settled down and went back to a tense normal. "Ya, well I met Sean and we have stayed in touch," he said to them, "Sean is going to see if he can't contact-" There was a knock on the front door. "Don't tell anyone!" James snapped up quickly. "Ahh- okay," his Dad said then headed down the hall towards the living room. "It's okay honey, your Dad will get a mage here and get this fixed," she said to James as she held him. There was talking, mostly in Chinese, then the voices- one his Dad's and the other a woman, they came into view. The woman was clearly very masculine, dressed in a long worn leather trench coat, a tan leather vest that hid everything about her torso and a pair of leather pants. Her boots were knee high moccasins. The leather was strange looking, like it was from a creature that James had never seen before. At her waist was a short sword with an oddly curved hilt. The sword looked like it was made from bone or something like it. On her face was a pair of rose colored wire rimmed glasses. The woman's dark hair was streaked with red, and one of her eyes was blackened by injury until she saw James, then they were glowing red. The woman- a Caucasian, asked James a question in Chinese, but when he did not respond she said- "how long ago did you take the potion?" James looked at the clock at his bedside- "about five hours ago." She gestured to James' Mom and his Mom moved off the bed and away but stayed in the room. The woman walked up looking oddly at James- "you were a big kid?" "Five eight, over three hundred pounds," James answered feeling concerned, "please just change me back." She sat on the edge of his bed staring at him with her red glowing eyes. "Legs out, lose the pillow," she ordered. James did as he was told. She looked him over, turning his head this way and that, she looked into his ear than opened his mouth and looked into his mouth. "The potion did everything right- perfect teeth, and health," she said, "not sure why you would want to change." Slowly, she shook her head- "I have no idea what happened with you. The potions are manufactured with a one hundred and sixty eight hour, buyer remorse period. It's a simple dispel to change you back during that time." "People that get large doses of mana, or are mages or Dragon Kin, they shorten that one hundred sixty eight hours," she said as her eyes turned to normal, "but usually by only a day or two, maybe three, not a hundred and sixty five hours." "What does that mean-?" James asked sounding every bit terrified of what the woman was saying. "It means, I detect no mana within you other than the normal levels a teenage girl would have," she said looking a little sad to him. "What does that mean?" James asked in shock, noticing that his parents already understood. "Sorry, kid," she said with a slight head shake. "Wait- you- I can't-?" James was nearly in tears, "you have to do something..." "Sorry kid, I can't do a thing for you," she said standing up, "I am really sorry." "Bu- but..." James was stuttering, stunned and in shock, his eyes wide with fear and full of tears. "Hay, kid look at it this way- you were three hundred pounds, headed for your first heart attack before you hit thirty, I am sure. This body will not let you gain more than ten percent body fat- ever. Try to eat wrong and you will get sick, throw it up. Bet you had diabetes or some other disease? Ya, that too is gone, never to bother you again. You will be beautiful for a very long time, healthy too. Your Dad wears glasses, I bet you did too- now you don't. You take care of yourself and you will live a good long time." "Looking like this you can find yourself a pretty little lady, and have some fun with her. If you went back to being a fat guy you probably wouldn't get laid... ever," she said patting James on the knee, "this is actually a blessing. Again, sorry, but... you will be okay, you have a loving family. Things will work out-" "Try... please, try," James begged her, grabbing her hand, "please, don't leave me like this!" "Please, try, he's been through so much, you have to try," James' Dad asked her. Neither of his parents were free of tears, they were holding each other and crying. "Anyone here have any experience with magic?" No one did. She looked at them, then took a breath. She uttered a few words and gestured as she did with little interest. She spoke louder, and clearer in some odd language then gestured, her hands glowing and... nothing changed. She flipped her hands to the side and the glow was gone. "Sorry, but it is not in the cards. You got a potion that is had no remorse time on it... good luck, kid... you know you are kind of blessed, you get to experience life as the stronger sex," she smiled a little at him, then nodded. "Sorry about the no pregnancy thing, but seriously would you want to have a kid?" James was in shock and just stared at her. "Now I have to go. Sorry." She stepped back- "Wait-" James' Dad stepped forward, and the woman stopped. "We only have the one son, my wife and I are only children. James is our family's last hope... please, at least try," he told her. "You have a daughter- she could get pregnant out of wedlock and name the kid Mercer," she shrugged and looked them over. "My suggestion," she said to him, "there are lots of kids in the system." She paused and looked into James' Dad's eyes a moment, her eyes glowing red as she stared, her posture and tone aggressive and hate filled- "Besides, I see in your eyes that you are lying, you have a son- another one. Get that kid here, and raise him and give him your name." Her tone towards James' father was one filled with concealed disgust, the look she gave him was one of unkind consideration. The mage looked at James' Mom- "you would have a better time if you ditched the cheater and came on over to the other side," she gave James' Mom a look over and a little smile, "bet he makes up for his short comings with a lot of oral? Ya, well, its all oral over here." The woman stepped back and faded from existence. James openly wept. When his Mom moved in to comfort him he shrugged her off the first time then melted into her the second time. * "Seriously, Sean, I do not think she did shit," James' Dad paced the hall outside of his son's room. He paused in the conversation to listen- "okay, okay, I get it- she only gets paid when she changes someone back-" Again, Sean was talking and his Dad was listening- "I got that... but I- "I am listening man- Sean- are you listening to me?" There was another pause, his Dad was getting angry, James could hear it in his voice- "because he's my son and I think he is getting shafted here-" "Sean- we are friends, I would help you if Jon needed me... and I would listen to you. Sean you are not hearing me..." His Dad went quiet as he listened to Sean- "okay, no, I know you are telling me that they only get paid when they do that, but... Sean, I am telling you she waved her hands about and spoke without any interest... ya- can you just put us back in the schedule that is all I am asking... please." There was another pause- "I know, and I will... thank you. My best to Lilly and Jon." His Dad stepped back into the bedroom putting his phone on his belt- "Sean put you back on the schedule, he said he would make sure she was not the one that was coming. He said that their mages are stretched thin, and that they are working around the clock because so many of the potions went out at the exact same time." James nodded- "thank you, Dad." * Monday (March 28th) - James got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom. It had been twelve hours since he had used the bathroom. With the bathroom light on, and the door closed he hurried to the toilet and stopped. He had never... he knew that women sat when they urinated but he did not know how it worked. He put the lid up, the seat was down as was the rule in his house- toilet was always closed. He sat, hiking up his shirt so that he did not sit on it, he knew that urine came from the front. He pressed his torso forward and tried to relax, and the urine flowed from him with a warm shiver running through his body. James took a few breaths, with his eyes closed, feeling humiliated and lost. He clenched the shirt between his two breasts. He had never touched a pair of breasts until just minutes after being changed. He had dreamt about breasts, feeling and suckling at them and mashing them together, he even dreamt about fucking them. He would never get that chance to fuck them now. "James-?" his Mom was at the door. "Just using the bathroom Mom, I am okay," he said trying to keep the tears in, but a few escaped. James was so lost, he wanted to scream, to run, to do something! But instead he was on his tip toes sitting on a toilet peeing like a woman talking to his Mom through a bathroom door. "Okay, but... you need to wipe, just take a few squares like you are going to wipe your rear, and press then to your front and slid it down then dropped the paper into the toilet. Always go front to back, never back to front. Okay?" James did as he was instructed- "got it," he said, feeling a cold shiver run through him that this was his life, and this was his body now. He had not looked yet, not really at what his new anatomy looked like. Of course he knew that he had no hair down there, and he knew what a naked woman looked like... he was terrified at what was going on and what he would have to get used to living with. "Did you need a hand with anything?" his Mom asked through the door. James stepped to the vanity, with his Mom listening so he had to wash his hands. He washed, as he pressed his breasts together with his biceps, it was not intentional, but he did not stop doing it. They were big breasts, and they were... he did not want to think about it. Through his long blonde hair he could see fairly well, his hair still had a natural part in the middle, was wavy and slightly curly at the end. His hair was not so long and not blonde. Looking at the mirror it confirmed to him that he was very short and that his feeling short was not just in his head. James was sure that he was a foot and a half shorter then he was normally, but looking at himself he realized that he was less than a foot shorter than his five foot eight inch normal height. He was really pretty, and very sweet looking. James put his hands on the vanity and realized one thing- "I need a step." "It's okay," his Mom said, "we'll do what we have to do to make this work." James rinsed his hands and dried them then stepped out into the hall. His Mom was standing there in her robe. His Mom was five eight, a little wide and a little heavy about the hips, she was pretty in a motherly kind of way. Her brown hair was short. She was very serious unless she was around her family and friends, at work or in the store or driving her level of serious was higher than most everyone he knew. His Mom gave him a little smile, she was concerned, and when she was like that it was a different look for her, one that said she had an emotional stake in what was going on. James had seen it when Elisa had the flu a few years back, he had seen it when he had fallen off his bike at ten, and when her parents died. He had seen it in the hospital four years ago when she was looking from her wheel chair at her husband, and hours before when she had seen James in his bed. It was a difference in a look that said she hid most of what she was feeling. "Try to keep in mind that you shouldn't put anything inside of yourself, and if you do... well don't. Okay? But if you do, and it gets stuck, talk to me, do not try to hide it because you are embarrassed," she told him stroking his jaw with her thumb. "I won't Mom." "Was Blake here?" she asked him. "He was here just after I took the potion, I did not know he was coming," James said, "he stared at me and... he looked at my butt. I kicked him out when he did that." She nodded her understanding- "I know your Dad talked to you about sex and all, but you and I now have to have a talk-" "Not now, I am... I don't want to right now," he told her feeling overwhelmed and lost. She nodded and kissed his forehead- "it will take time." James did not want to get used to this, he wanted to be fat, ugly, and male. Yes, he had to lean his head against the wall to pee or use little funnel to pee into but at least he could do that and not feel like a complete freak. "Keep the volume down and if you are not in bed by two I will resend this- you can play on your console," she told him. He nodded- "thanks, but I don't feel like it." * James felt ridiculous standing in front of his Mom getting measured. He was wearing a fresh tee shirt and nothing else. "You are... we are going to have trouble finding clothes to fit you I think," she said scratching her head after looking up the measurements from James' chest. "Probably a mix of children's clothes, and Victoria Secrets..." "I don't want to go out," he said feeling very nervous and very scared. "Don't worry about it, I need you here when Elisa come home. She does not have her key and she should be here between now and noon, so- I will go, get you some clothes, and then the three of us can go clothes shopping later-" "Mom, please-" "James- you will eventually have to go out," she told him with a look that said she was not taking no for an answer. His Mom handed him a pair of her gym shorts. They fit him poorly because his Mom was much bigger then he was presently. James retreated to the couch, staring blankly at the TV until he was sure it was not going to move. He used the remote to turn it on then change the channel to the proper channel. He got up and... noticed that he was not lumbering about, he did not hurt, and he did not move like a weak old man, he actually had speed and fluidity to his movements. He liked the feeling. The game system turned on- a gift from a family friend last Christmas, he inserted the game and took a remote back to sit at the base of the couch on the floor. "I'll be back in a couple hours, when your sister gets here have her call me. I did not tell her what happened to you because I wanted her focused on her driving and being safe," his Mom said. "Okay," James said with a dismissive- 'got it, I am gaming, leave me alone,' tone. His Mom paused for a long time, then left. James ignored everything about reality and immersed himself into being a zombie killing special operations soldiers. The only part of being changed into a girl that he noticed was his hands- they did not quite fit on the controller like they had. It took him close to an hour to change his method of play enough to not notice the difference. About two hours passed before he heard a car door slam. Quickly, he shut the game down and put it away. There was another door- maybe a trunk that was closed during that time. He hurried towards his room, but only made it so far when he heard keys in the front door and voices. He turned about and took a few steps towards the door when it opened. Elisa was just slightly shorter than their Mom, she kept her blonde hair long- down past her shoulders, and kept it pinned back. Like James she needed glasses, but unlike James she wore contacts most of the time, so when James saw her with glasses on she looked odd to him. Elisa seldom wore a dress so that too looked odd on her. He imagined that she thought he looked very odd in his Mom's gym shorts and one of his tee shirts that was more like a poncho on his little body. Elisa paused in the doorway, their Mom right behind her- "Mom-?" "Get inside, that is your brother," their Mom said giving Elisa a little nudge with her bags. Elisa carried her computer bag, her purse, and a day pack. James knew she had a couple duffle bags of clothes, half of which she would leave at the house to reduce the size of the load in June. "What-?" Elisa asked turning and stepping out of the way, she looked between James and their Mom and back again. "Hay, El," James said nervously. "He took a potion to help him with a problem, that potion did not do as advertised, instead it changed him into a girl," their Mom said reaching over the back of the couch to set the bags down. "James-" their Mom started to say but Elisa started laughing, Elisa tried to cover her mouth to hide the laughter, but she couldn't stop herself. "Elisa-!?!" their Mom snapped. The laughter could not have hit James harder, his fragile psyche cracked, the support he thought would be there was instead laughter. He felt betrayed and hurt, he took a step back. Elisa and their Mom saw the pain in his expression. Elisa stopped laughing but James left the room in shame. * "James, I am sorry," Elisa said, "please, I don't want you thinking-" "Go away!" James laid on his side curled up around his pillow. "James, I know how to unlock this door, I am being polite, now please, accept my apology, and this basket of clothes," Elisa said with a light thud on the door, perhaps from her head resting on the door. James sat up and looked at the door. In his haste to get into the room he had forgotten to lock the door, but no one had checked it because in their house a closed door meant people inside did not want to be bothered. It was something that their parents had pounded into them... respect for others privacy. Of course, it had it's origin in Elisa walking in on their parents in the middle of sex when she was very young. "It's unlocked," he said hugging the pillow, hiding his face under his long hair, and his chin behind the pillow he still clenched to his torso. He could feel his breasts being smashed into his body by the clenching of the pillow. In Elisa's hands was a full basket of clothes, all of it folded, and ready to put away. She was still dressed as she had been when she had entered the house minus the bags. It was clear that James' dresser would have to be cleared to make room for his new clothes. Elisa paused to look at him then moved into the room and set the basket down at the foot of the bed. She sat beside James- "sorry, I... it was a nervous laugh... I was a jerk." "I want to wake up from this nightmare," he told the edge of the pillow. Elisa put her arm over James' shoulder and hugged him to her. James started crying and did not stop for thirty minutes while his big sister held him. It was during that time that James realized that Elisa' presence was the exact person he needed. Back four years ago she had been the one that had slept at his side while their parents recovered from their injuries. She was the one that fought off the demons that came for him in the nights that followed for years. Of everyone that he cared about she was the one he knew he could rely on, that that was why her laughter had hurt more than anything else. When he was done crying he sat there a long while, Elisa stroking his head and fiddling with his hair. "Forgive me?" James held his thumb and index finger apart a little, then smiled a little at her from behind the pillow. She kissed his temple- "you should have told me." "Mom wanted you to drive safe, she knew you would drive like an idiot if you thought I needed you," James said as his sister leaned her head against his shoulder and head. "That is why she is Mom, I guess." They sat a while longer. "You are so little," Elisa said. "You should see my tits," James said in a semi joking tone. Elisa snickered a little- "big?" "D cups," James answered. "Really-?" she asked. "Way bigger than your's," he admitted. "Let me see," she commanded leaning away from him and turning to look at him. He removed the pillow and pushed his chest out. "Holy crap," she said, then leaned in and opened the collar of his shirt and looked down, "those... wow." James pulled the pillow back against him and curled up tightly about the fat pillow. Elisa leaned in, thinking about something, hugging her brother and holding him for a while longer then she started playing with his hair again. "You should cut this," she said than added- "I could do it for you." James nodded, and reluctantly sat up, there was no eagerness in his posture or appearance he just did it because she wanted to change what was happening. Elisa left, and returned a few minutes later with a brush, comb, scissors, and a flat sheet. James set the pillow aside and got his chair. James sat in his desk chair, because it would go all the way up and be closer to Elisa's comfortable work range. He felt like a little kid, for one- his feet did not touch the floor, and two- when Elisa had pulled the handle to raise the chair he had been sitting in it and it had gone up. The chair and James wrapped with a flat sheet Elisa brushed out his hair. James needed a distraction, and Elisa knew that- "So, I guess I told you about Tara?" "What about her this time?" James asked trying to get into a better mood, because he knew he had to do something different to get different results. Tara was Elisa's overly dramatic dorm mate who was also a hypochondriac. Elisa told him a funny story about how she had dabbed some blue eye liner under Tara's nose while she was sleeping. Tara had spent three days searching the web for "blue stuff nose," and many combinations. She called everyone she knew and tried to get help. All the while Tara thought she was dying because her brain was turning to blue waxy stuff. "Funny thing is," Elisa said in a moment when she was not cutting or laughing, "that she found a disease that matched the blue stuff. She made an appointment with a doctor. Blood tests and such later- she did not have it. Who would have guessed?" James wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "I could not resist... yesterday, I did it again," Elisa said with a smile and a chuckle, "I imagine that she is probably checking herself into the hospital this weekend and..." "Did you leave any clues?" "Left the make up on the desk between us from morning one, the only make up I have ever left out, and never, ever wear," Elisa suppressed her laughter as she continued to cut. Elisa wore very little make up, often times wearing none for days. "You are so mean." "I try to be nice to her, but every time she blows her nose or cuts her finger nail, or goes to the bathroom it's something new. I am sick of it," Elisa had something else to add but she kept quiet on the subject. Elisa gathered up the sheet, careful to not drop anything, she set it aside then turned James to the mirror. "I am really pretty," James said, not looking at his breasts but at his face. Elisa nodded a little, then knelt down- "tell you something?" James nodded a little. "One of my friends took the same potion," she said, "at college... he called the company looking for a dispel. They haven't sent anyone before I left. That was Thursday. I just heard an hour or so ago, that he was still like that, but he is at some party having a good time." "He's out-?" James asked not believing her. "Out seeing people, talking to them, even dating- I would guess," she gave a little shrug. "You are bullshitting me," James said because he could not believe anyone would be out in the first week. James looked at himself in the mirror, he was more than beautiful. Elisa pulled her phone off her side and paused- "if I have proof on my phone, you have to put on some clothes, and go with me for lunch. I am buying." "And, if not-?" "Well, I have proof, so name something I can do that you want-" "Your car," James said, "it's mine forever." Elisa put out her hand. James knew she had proof, he knew that the proof was there and she would make him go out. He needed to go out and do something, he knew that. "Well I am not going if you have proof," he said watching her. "Come on, play along," she said wiggling her hand for him to shake. "You can wear any clothes you want, as long as it's female clothing, and I can veto two styles," she said. "You aren't bluffing?" She shook her head and wiggled her hand- "shake on it." After a brief shake she show him texts from Thursday that proved her friend was now changed into a beautiful and sexy woman. She showed him the texted that proved the guy was out. A moment later a picture came in- a selfie with a pair of beautiful African women, they looked like twins- 'found my sister,' it said, followed by- 'Dude is so gay, he is actually wanting to stay like this.' James stared at the picture, both women were incredible looking, both wore sexy clothes. "Come on," she urged him, "I need to get a few more things out of my car and you need to get dressed." * James was dressed in jeans, a pair of teni shoes, and a blouse. Elisa had helped him with the bra. It had taken James a little bit of effort to get his breasts into a bra and get the thing hooked in the back. He fondled his breasts for a little while before putting on his blouse. The pants were so tight he had to wiggle into them. He said nothing about liking the feeling of his tight pants because he did not want anyone thinking he liked being a girl- which he still did not and doubted he ever would. James ran his hands over his rear when Elisa was gone. He liked the feeling of his ass being felt and the feeling of the perfection of his ass in hand. They talked a little about being looked at and being talked to, and how to smile at someone and tell them he was not interested in them. And what not to do. They went to James' favorite fast food place. James had not eaten much since he had been changed and he did not feel very hungry but habits being habits he ordered his normal double bacon cheese burger, large fries, and a large soda. Elisa watched him as she ordered her own meal- a kids burger with lettuce and tomatoes, small fries, and a medium drink. They moved towards a table. "What-?" "You are slouching, don't slouch, and you are hiding your face, just relax, no one is going to attack you here in public," his sister smiled at him. James thought about a time four years ago when he had been in public but alone. James looked about. So far he had only talked to the cashier, aside from that James had kept his gaze down and his eyes averted. "Take a look around, and try to get comfortable with this," she said, "just try to relax." There were a few people in the place. Two couples- a man and a woman that were clearly on a date, and a couple of guys- travelers was James' guess, he gauged them as not a couple. All three of the guys kept stealing glances at him. The woman took notice of her date's distraction, took his hand and smiled at him then said something and the two laughed a little. There was a woman sitting by herself and seemingly talking to herself, but the cell phone on the table said that she might be on a wireless headset or something. For some reason James noticed that she was very mother looking- forties, dressed comfortably, an authority figure, sure of herself. None of it said Mother, but he felt she was for some reason. A man in his forties was sitting and staring at James as though he were trying to figure out where he knew James from or perhaps there was something else to it. James could only imagine, after all he was the best looking person in the place by a factor of a hundred. "Just relax and breathe," Elisa said, "you look amazing, you look like you feel good-" "I am scared," James admitted. She took his hands across the table- "you are scared, but you know what fear is..." "Nothing, trying to become something," he said with a slight nod. He had been through this before, been here with her before. "If you weren't my sister," he said. She chuckled but kept it low- "I love you too." Their food was ready and brought to them as was the policy of the franchise. The boy that brought the food out was one of James' classmates- David Marot, he was the school's present track champion. James only knew of him because of his sports related wins and how people praised him and from passing in the hall and in the classroom. David was tall and skinny, light skin, and black hair. He was handsome, but had a problem with acne. "Hi," he said to them both, but was smiling at James, "I'm David," he said putting out his hand to James. "Ahh-" James had no idea what to say. "Jaime," Elisa said to James, "say hi." "Hi," James said looking at his food. His heart was racing in fear. Elisa looked up at David- "there are some things going on right now in her life. It's not you David, just a rough couple days." David gave a little nod then said to James- "I hope things get better for you," then left to get back to work. "James- hay, you need to-" James held his face- "I can't do this, El," he said on the verge of a panic attack. Elisa touched his arm- "calm down," she said glancing at the other patrons, "just stay calm, this is your first outing." James rubbed his hands into his new face, forcing the tears to not explode from his face. "This isn't me, I don't want this to be me," James rubbed and pulled at his face a moment, but Elisa stopped him from doing any damage to himself. "Breath, calm- we can go, but I want you to-" "I can't do this, El, I can't," James was shaking, and repeating. James looked about and saw the old man watching him- "what the fuck are you looking at?" he snapped at the man, "my Dad isn't forty yet. How old are you?" Elisa thought James would leave right then as he had stood so quickly. She was not used to this girl, and her quickness, her brother was slow and lumbering, but like this James was quick. The man was a little taken back by the words and what was implied, he clearly felt embarrassed by being caught, but only increased the amount of time he wasn't looking at James by a little. Elisa grabbed James' arm and got him to sit back down- "stop it," Elisa snapped at him in a hushed tone. "Listen to yourself." James shoved her and was up, he stormed out of the dining area and out into the parking lot with everyone watching him. Elisa started to follow, but stopped and watched through the window, knowing that if she chased him James would flee, but if she let him go he would find a spot and sit down and sulk. The girl that was her brother sat on a curb next to her car, James wrapped his arms about his shins and rocked a little on his butt. Elisa looked at the girl, thinking about James from four years ago, and how that position, that curled up, hugging a pillow or his knees or some version of it had become pretty normal until he got to fat to do that, then he would simply lay in bed with his back to the wall and hug his pillow. She knew where he was, and she felt her heart ripping from her chest when she saw him. She felt so guilty, she had been with him and her friends, she had ditched him to be with them. If she could go back and change her actions she would, but she could not. Quickly, Elisa got a bag, gathered their food and hurried to catch up before his brother moved from that spot. She put the food into the car and sat on the curb beside his brother, putting her arm over the girl's shoulder. James leaned into her. "I can't live like this the rest of my life, El, I can't," James told her through the tears. He was shaking and stuttering a little. "You can... you will do fine, you just need time," his sister told him. "I don't want time, I want to be me," he said, "I know I was fat and ugly, and basically worthless, but I was me." "Don't you ever say that," Elisa pushed back from him, making James look at her, "you are not ugly or worthless. Ya, fat, okay, but that was- you had a eating disorder, and you refused to get help for it. But you are not worthless, you are a good, kind person, and one of my favorite people." It took James a moment to see in his sister's eyes that she was being truthful. He knew that she loved him, and knew what she would do for him. His mind drifted back four years to the last time she was mean to him. She had said a thousand times that she was sorry, and that she would never leave him again. She had gone to college, but he called her whenever he wanted even when she had work to do. "Now I am good with people, they love me, so shape the fuck up," his sister was trying to make him smile or laugh, it did not work. "I love you, El," he told her. They melted into a hug, holding each other. "I love you too," Elisa said, "little sister." James snickered a bit. "Tell me you are getting a breast reduction," Elisa said, stroking his hair, "cause these things are ridiculously large." "Best part of being a girl, and I have not even fully enjoyed them," James said just as they pushed back from each other. "Come on," Elisa said urging him to get up, "we should get home." * "They are just clothes," Elisa said. James looked at the dress hanging on the back of his bedroom door. "Seriously, it's not going to hurt you to wear it. People that know who you are will think you are accepting who you are, while those that do not know will just think you are a pretty girl in a dress," Elisa said, watching him as he stood in the middle of his room, "and right now... it's just you and I standing in this room." James was in just a bra and panties. He was trying on clothes to make sure everything fit, so far the only things that had not fit were a couple of tops. Secretly- or as secretly as he could, he was watching himself in the mirror, seeing such a pretty girl in his room was very distracting to him. "Not yet," he said then went to the next item his Mom had bought him- stretch pants. He looked at them then at Elisa- "why-?" "Oh, just try them on and hush," she ordered him folding her legs, then biting her lower lip for a moment, she closed her eyes and took a breath. James pulled the stretch pants on, smoothing them over his butt. "To get the full effect of, you have to go commando," Elisa said looking at her brother's rear a moment, "panty lines kill the effect." "They are comfortable," James commented still feeling the back of his pants. "Okay, stop that," Elisa told him. "I like them-" "You also like tight jeans. Why? Because you like your butt," she said as casually as if she were talking about him wanting a dog. "It's a nice butt," James commented, hiking his butt in the air a bit as he tried to see it in the mirror, which he had done many times but found it difficult because he was so short and the mirror's ill position. Elisa looked at his butt again then gave a slight nod with a scrunched face- "true, not seen much better." "You want to feel?" "My brother's female butt-? No, thanks, seems a bit much to me," Elisa said. James noted that his sister had not taken her eyes off of his rear the whole time he was trying to admire it. * They were supposed to go out to dinner but James did not want to go, and he had a lot of his lunch left. So his Mom fixed a pasta, sauce, meat, vegetable, and a light layer of cheese, it was a dish her mother had taught her to fix decades before. It baked for an hour then Elisa and her parents sat down, waiting on James. James entered the dining room in his dress, wearing heels that did not fit him (they were from Elisa's closet). No one said anything about the dress or heels, they just ignored James and started talking about the meal, and choirs that were being ignored. James was included in the conversation and the discussions of choirs that needed to be done. Sitting, waiting for his turn to serve himself James was fidgeting. "What is the matter?" his Mom asked him. "The... this dress is to tight across the chest," James said, just as he got up. James noticed his Dad take a long blink at the wall opposite his chair. "You should change out of it so we can return it," his Mom said. "It's been washed, Mom," Elisa said looking the dress over, "I might know someone that can fit into it." James stumbled in the heels. He caught himself on the wall and kicked off the shoes, looking at Elisa- "not my cup of tea." "Practice more in them," his sister told him. James went back to his room. He tossed the shoes towards the end of the dresser, and searched his dresser for shorts. He slipped on the jean shorts, wiggling a little to get into the tight jeans he paused watching a cute and sexy girl as she slipped into shorts in the middle of his room. It was a distraction to him to see such a beautiful female in his room in such a pretty dress. Elisa was right when she had told him that the dress was pretty on him. Since his change he had been fearful, and lost, but the sight of himself as he looked now made him pause. "I am really pretty," he said touching his face. He positioned his hair and turned this way and that, watching himself. He could not deny that he was very sexy looking, and... Someone was coming down the hall. James turned and hurried to get the zipper down on the dress, than he grabbed a tee shirt- a V neck gray shirt and pulled that on as his sister stepped into the doorway. "Taking a few moments to admire the view?" she asked, arms folded, leaning against the door frame. James had nothing to say to that, and hurried past his sister, enjoying it that moment- the quick, nimbleness of his new form. When James sat down his father gave him a once over, and closed his eyes for another breath before he reopened his eyes. 'My Dad is checking me out,' James realized. "Dad..." His Dad looked at him about to take up his utensil again- "yes-?" "The mage said something about you having another son," James said. "Wha-?" Elisa asked as she entered the room. Their mother practically threw her fork onto the table, and got up- "Liz," his Dad said to his wife, "don't leave." She stared at him a moment then left the dining area. "Dad-?" Elisa asked him with a shocked look on her face as she half slid, half sat in her seat, "did you cheat on Mom?" Their father nodded a little- "I was on a business trip, I was drunk- that is no excuse, your Mom and I were in a huge fight for weeks prior to my leaving, we hadn't had sex in two years, and I was... I needed someone. I had no intention of continuing the relationship or... letting it become a thing. I told your Mom while we were in counseling. Then... then the woman contacted me, and told me that I had a son. Your Mom has known about it... even seen a picture of him." James lowered his gaze, he knew what trip that was, and no sex for two years prior... that meant they had not had sex since his incident. Guilt slammed into James as he realized his error four years ago was now responsible for more than he had known. Elisa stared at her father a long moment then she threw the milk from her glass into her father's face. "You piece of shit," she snarled at her father, she slammed her glass down hard enough to crack it, than got up and left the table. "Sorry, Dad, I... I didn't think," James said to his Dad. "It's not your fault, James, it's mine. I screwed up, I should have come clean to you and your sister about this two years ago." "What's his name?" "Who-?" "My brother," James answered. "Raymond Qi Mercer," his Dad answered as he began cleaning up the milk mess. James took a couple bites of his dinner. "Mom... is more pissed about it now than before?" "Rachel... Rachel wants me to take Raymond while she goes to school. Her parents, who have been raising him are both getting old and both are sick, so to take the pressure off of them... I want to have him around," James' Dad was talking while he worked. "It's been a while since you and Mom were together?" James asked the table top. His Dad stopped and looked at the beautiful teenage girl- "that is none of your business." "Do you love her?" "Ya," his Dad nodded, "I do." James looked at his Dad- "which one do you think I was asking about? Mom? Or, Rachel?" "I could have taken a job in Hong Kong and been with Rachel last year and gotten a big raise. I stayed here because of your Mother, and you, and your sister," James' Dad said looking and sounding annoyed. 'They have not had sex in years,' James realized, 'maybe since the Hawaii trip or years before that... wow, Mom is a bitch.' James got up calmly, and stared at his Dad- "you cheated on my Mom. You can't make that right," James said, "but you can... try, and-" "I just decided something James- I am bringing your brother to the US. He will be coming here. If your Mother wants me out of here, then I will leave, and your Mom and I will be done. If your Mom can accept this, and fix her part in this while I do everything I can to fix what I did then... we will make it work, because I love your Mom almost as much as I love you and your sister." "If you are done with your dinner, cover it and put it in the refrigerator, and leave so I can clean up yet another mess I seem to have created," his Dad was fuming, mostly in a controlled way. James saw it as it was- his Dad was mad at himself most of all, and angry with his wife for pushing him away enough that he felt the need to cheat. James did as he was told in silence then left back to the back of the house. He found his Mother and sister sitting on the end of the King sized bed in the master bedroom. His Mom was clearly angry, and hurt, while Elisa was trying to console her Mom, but at an emotional end for herself as well. "Mom-?" James said to her from the middle of the hall. He felt so small, so short and little, the walls were so far away from him and the ceiling too. His Mom looked up at him, suddenly realizing there was something more important than the mistakes of her husband's past. "Come-" she gestured James to come to the bed, but stopped when she saw the look on the beautiful girl's face. "You cut Dad off from sex and you blame him for cheating?" "James that is none of your concern-" "You cut him off because of what happened to me- that makes it my concern," James snapped at her. He was more angry then he realized. "You are to blame in part of this situation, if you loved him you would not have pushed him out, and he would not have cheated. He loves you- any man that stays when his wife that has been cut off from sex loves his wife, I have never had sex and I know that," James stated, "I have never been in love and I know that." "My brother needs a family. MY brother needs me. MY Father needs his wife, you are failing," James said then turned and went to his room, where he locked the door and laid on the bed curled into a ball around his pillow. * Tuesday (March 29th) - It was early morning when he woke. He had to pee again, so he got up, unlocked his door and went into the bathroom. The house was quiet, and still but James barely noticed. He put the seat down and took his shorts and panties down and sat down. The urine flowed easily and quickly. James prepared for the cleanup when he noticed movement in the hall. He cleaned up and stood, pulling up his shorts and panties, wiggling against the tightness of the shorts. Elisa was leaning against the wall in the hall, waiting her turn. "Dad left last night, he is probably in Hawaii right now or maybe over the Pacific, I don't know..." she said seemingly not caring about their Dad in how she was talking about him, "he is bringing... his girlfriend and their son back here for us to meet. They will be back in a couple days." "Doesn't it take weeks to get a visa or something?" James asked her. "Her parents were in the United States when she was born... she is an American by birth," Elisa said edging past James into the bathroom. "What is Mom going to do?" James asked as they completed their rotation of who was in the bathroom and who was in the hall. Elisa gave a little shrug- "it's up to her, not us." Elisa paused and looked at her brother- "you have really got to get a reduction. Those things are way to big for your little body." James went to his parent's bedroom door and found it closed. He tapped with the end of his middle finger on the door a couple times, but got no answer. He figured she was still asleep so he went back into his room just as Elisa started the shower. Alone behind a closed door James sat on the edge of his bed thinking- 'I have a brother. I was turned into a girl. My parents are probably getting a divorce. My Dad is a cheating piece of shit because my Mom can't put out once in a while. I am going to be a girl the rest of my life and I have never even been with a girl... never even kissed one. Just when I feel things are going well shit falls apart. And, once again... the worst things that happen to me in my life are because of poor choices on my part. God, I hate fucking therapists.' After a few moments he stood up and looked at himself. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper and stared at the big breasts on his chest a long moment then he unhooked his bra and stared at them naked. He wiggled his chest side to side, then flirted with his reflection a little. Holding his breasts in his hand, pressing them up and together. James felt sick, and lowered his head, his hands on the dresser, his forehead on the back of his hands. "I have tits, I have tits that I want to fuck," he whispered, "what the fuck am I going to do with a body like this?" After a moment he took a few breaths then exhaled and pushed his hair back, a few more breaths then he pressed his chest out and stared at himself. He was incredible looking, that was for sure. James wiggled from his shorts and tossed them on the bed then took off his panties. Unsure of what he was doing James touched his breasts, pressed them together, feeling the softness and the firmness of them. His nipples hardened after just a few moments and he was feeling weird all over, especially between his legs. He reached down and felt the area and found it very sensitive and very moist. "I'm turned on," he whispered in realization smelling his fingers. He stood and stared a moment, scrunching his lips together he considered the few pornos that he had seen, and thought about one in particular where the woman had masturbated. He had of course masturbated, he assumed that it would be different as a girl. * When James was thirteen he woke up to a mess in his bed. He recognized the substance, but had never had it come from him. The year before he had been Trick or Treating and he had made a mistake. He had been alone. He was grabbed and pulled into the house at knife point. That night he was screamed as he tried to get free. The man that was alone in the house had lost his son to a suicide the month before and planned to replace his son. James fought harder than he had ever fought. He was held Wednesday night, Thursday, and Friday in a dog's cage. He was allowed out only for one purpose- to satisfy the needs of his captor, so he had fought to stay in the cage whenever the man came for him. He was feed through the bars, watered through the bars, and allowed to go to the bathroom through the bars into a bucket that was under him. His parents reported him missing at about nine, and the cops went over the neighborhood, but found nothing. They searched throughout the night. The following morning his parents started a search, door to door, talking to everyone the following morning. Family friends joined in the search. By Friday they found out about the suicide and his Mom talked to the medical examiner. She went to the house with his Dad. When the man- Colburn Redding, told her he had not seen James, his Mom screamed- "James!" into the house. James heard her and screamed back, rattling his cage, knocking it from it's pedestal onto the floor. The sound proof room was on the second floor, and the sound proofing was not included on the floor. James' Mom heard him, his parent's rushed Colburn, his father sacrificed himself so that his wife- James' Mom, could get upstairs. His father still had the knife scare above his appendix, and a scar on his nose where his nose was broken from a stomp to his face. The broken ribs took months to heal. His Dad was bruised and battered, but he fought with everything he had until he was knocked unconscious. Left bleeding on Colburn's front porch. James' Mom found a locked solid core door. She could not hear James but she knew he was in there. So she went into neighboring room, grabbed an oak chair and starting beating her way through the wall. She made enough of a hole to see in and hear her son screaming for her. James heard her scream when Colburn hit her. James kicked at the bars of his cage, screaming, trying to escape to help his Mom, but the cage was to well construct. She took a chair leg and beat on Colburn, using the remains of the chair like a lion tamer. When she was stabbed she realized that she would lose the fight and they would all die, so she threw the chair through the window and screamed- "HELP!!!" as loud as she could. When Colburn came for her again she stabbed him in the shoulder with her broken chair leg and kept shoving it into his flesh. He stabbed her twice, and she fell. He staggered away, trying to make his escape. The police- aware that a child was missing in the area, were nearby when the call came in. They captured Colburn in his driveway with the chair leg still sticking from his shoulder. All three were in the hospital a couple of weeks. James slightly less than a week. Colburn was silent the whole time. When Colburn was transferred to the jail he had two nights in a cell. The last night he was brutally raped by his cell mate. After that he hung himself. After that James started eating. He stayed inside- video games, and reading. His friends faded away. He lost all interest in doing much more than staying alive, and even that was weak. His family loved him, he knew that without a doubt, both his parents had been there for him (almost died for him, and tried to kill a man). His sister slept at his bed side and in his bed to ward off the demons that came in the night for him in his dreams. She held him when he needed her the most. The courts award James everything that Colburn had- the house, he gave to the fire department to burn in a practice, the land donated to a church that wanted to make it into a park. The money went into a college fund and to pay for the therapists that he barely went to see. Because of all of this, James was a late bloomer to the idea of masturbation and being with a girl. It was around the time that his father went off on that long trip that James woke to a mess in his bed. The following day he found another erection, he knew what to do because he had done it for Colburn. The act of masturbating took him back a little, but he soon lost the association of one act to the other. He masturbated about a dozen times a month. Sometimes twice a day and sometimes once a week, it made him feel better and it gave him a rush like he had never experienced. When James woke up the morning after his first female orgasm he realized that he had been missing something vital in life. Whether it was his former body or his new body that was the difference he decided right then that he liked the female orgasm more. He felt and fondled the next morning until he was moaning in his bed, his fingers working his moist slit, taking him to two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. James collapsed into bed. He was soaked in sweat, exhausted, and feeling rejuvenated. After a brief nap he got up, pulled on one of his old tee shirts and went into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and then took a shower. The shower head had a massage setting, which turned out to be his third orgasm of the morning. "Okay, seriously, you have got to stop. You are like some kind of nymphomaniac," Elisa said from the other side of the shower curtain. James was startled by the intrusion. His family did not cross that boundary, when the door was closed it meant that no one was allowed in. "What-?" "What-? Really-? Are you kidding me? Give that kitty a rest," she said, "Mom heard you last night and this morning. You are lucky that she is understanding about that sort of thing," Elisa said. 'Probably because Dad does it all the time, because she is a stingy bitch,' James thought. He could not be mad at her, but the more he thought about it the more he understood why his Dad had cheated. James shut off the shower and reached for the towel that was on the shower rod, but Elisa grabbed it first. "Do you hear me?" "Yes, now give me my towel," James said holding his hand outside of the shower. "Seriously, James, that was-" James opened the curtain. He was dripping wet and unapologetic about being naked. Elisa stared at him a long moment, just looked him over from head to toe- "oh, Lord," she muttered. "Towel please," James asked with an out stretched hand. His sister handed him his towel and he dabbed it on his face while she stared. "Are you... a lesbian?" he asked her rubbing the towel over her head. She looked into his blue eyes a moment then turned and left, closing the door behind her. 'My sister is a lesbian! Holy shit! I bet her boyfriend Danny is actually a girlfriend names Dani,' he thought as he worked at drying his hair. * In his room, James brushed out his hair, standing naked in front of his mirror. He watched the sway of his breasts and the beauty of his face, the sexiness of his body and he was getting turned on again. This time he did not act on it, he pulled on panties and a bra, then his shorts and a tee shirt Elisa was working on her laundry as she often did when she came home for any time. James went into the kitchen and moments later sat down with the prior nights left overs. After just a couple bites he put the food back in the refrigerator under it's cling wrap. He sat down at his computer and opened up his social media page. He only had a few friends, nine out of ten of which he had never met. While he waited for his computer he glanced back to make sure he was alone, then he fondled his breasts. He did not want them but he found them interesting to play with for a few moments. When he was connected to the internet and had his social media page open he paused to look over what was new- Blake was not his best friend, in fact they had started out as bully and victim, and still held some of that sort of energy in their relationship. Blake immediately responded to James' presence- "Jimmy, how are you?" "Not happy," James wrote in the chat window, "mage could not change me back, I am as you saw me last." "Sorry for you," Blake wrote, "I need to get out of the house- can I come over, play some video games and shit?" James did not want Blake to come over, did not want to be seen. "Jimmy?" "I don't want anyone around me..." "I am coming over, you need to do something besides sit around and do nothing," Blake wrote. "No," James wrote. "Be there in ten minutes," Blake wrote and dropped out of the social media page. James was not sure about Blake coming over. Up until four years ago Blake tormented and beat James up. When James disappeared Blake was one of the very few kids from his school to join in the search, putting up f