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The Silent Girl (Rated R for Strong Language and Sexual Themes) My name is Liz and I was a junior in high school. I was a bit of a troublemaker occasionally smoking cigarettes or weed, drinking alcohol, and I had sex with a few boys. I wasn't particularly good in school either. The only thing I was good at was sports like the school softball team. One day we got a new transfer student. She had short hair, dressed conservatively, but did not speak as she was escorted inside the classroom. My female teacher gave her a reassuring look. "This is your new classmate, Mary. She is able to hear but not able to speak, so her interpreter will be with her in the classroom," the teacher introduced. Mary's interpreter was an older woman who also had nothing to say to us. Mary did some quick signs to her interpreter, and I could tell she was nervous. "Nice to meet you all," the interpreter said. We all knew then that having a disabled kid meant we all had to be careful with what we said. Any teasing or so-called "bullying" would send us to detention for a week. Mary took a seat near me and listened intently to the English class. She never said a word and rarely made any signs to her interpreter. She had no expression on her face. I tried not to stare, but it was too weird. I had never encountered someone who couldn't speak before. It would make sense if she were deaf but that wasn't the case here. *** During PE, Mary was nowhere to be seen. I later learned she was excused from it for some unknown reason. Over the next few weeks, nothing controversial happened. My interest in Mary faded away. She never talked and that was boring. One day, a group of seniors discovered Mary's condition and decided to pester her after school. Each one tried to provoke Mary to talk. She tried to sign to them that this wasn't possible, but they simply mocked her for it. The harassment turned to physically bullying her and taking her things. They weren't convinced she couldn't talk and planned to beat a scream out of her. They tossed her on the ground and lightly kicked her making her unable to come up. I happened to be waiting for softball practice when I saw it. I heard a voice, "Help!" and ran over. The boys were laughing hysterically as they continued to bully her. "Hey, assholes. Get away from her before I smack you with this bat," I said holding my softball bat. "Please, we could easily take that from you," the leader said. "Before you do, I'll make sure I bust the teeth out of at least one of you. Which one is going to be?" I pointed at them with my bat. The boys shrugged and laughed as they walked off. I came over to Mary to pick her up. "You okay?" I asked. She simply nodded. I found her backpack and gave it to her. When I was sure no one was around, I confronted her. "I know you can speak. What's the deal?" I demanded. She shook her head not wanting to tell me. "Look, I just saved your ass. Could you at least give me an explanation?" I asked. She looked away and walked off. *** The next day, Mary still had her interpreter with her. I tried to keep myself from scowling. It didn't make any sense, and it frustrated me. Right before class, Mary discreetly gave me envelope that was sealed. I simply nodded to her and read it at lunch. "Thank you for saving me from those guys after school. It was courageous and charitable. I am telling you this in the hopes you will keep it to yourself. A few years ago, I was cursed by one of my relatives who was bitter that I was given all the inheritance when my parents passed away. That relative is now dead but the curse remains. The curse placed upon me affects my voice. While I can speak, my voice is too horrible for me to use. All medical explanations and treatments have failed. Instead, I have learned sign language and hired interpreters to be with me at all times. I hope you can understand and will keep this between us." I read the letter a few times and then decided to burn it completely with a lighter. I wasn't a gossiper or a snitch. The next day, I gave her a note. "Your secret is safe with me. Can you teach me your sign language?" She read it and for the first time I saw her smile. *** For the next few weeks, I was Mary's unofficial body guard against the senior boys. I was prepared to knock out teeth and give concussions. I didn't give a fuck whether I was suspended. Mary gave me a list of commonly used words and taught me the signs for each one. It was hard for my idiot brain to comprehend at first. "This would be a whole lot easier if we simply spoke to each other," I said annoyed. She signed "No," in reply. "Look, I don't care what your voice sounds like. It could sound like a throat cancer victim for all I care," I said. She shook her head. I didn't press her and the lessons continued. By October, I had learned a decent number of signs. The two of us could talk to each other during class when we're not supposed to or in the halls. It was our secret code. Since Mary never spoke to anyone, I was her only friend. "You going to go to any Halloween parties?" I asked her. "No," she signed. "Why not? It will be fun," I said. "No, it will not," she signed. "Mary, you have a lot of money but no social life. How long do you think you can keep this up?" I asked. "I don't know," she signed. She then looked up in the sky thoughtfully. "I have an idea," she signed smiling. *** That Halloween, I dressed up as a witch to the party, because I was broke and unimaginative. Mary eventually showed up in casual clothes. "What's up?" I asked her. "Party, my place," she signed. I nodded understanding the dumbed down sign language she was using. I went into her luxurious car. The driver took us away to her mansion outside of town. Once we got there, there was already a crowd of people in costumes, many of which were college-aged. "Soon," she signed to me and went to her room upstairs. I shrugged and had some champagne. No one asked me how old I was. I socialized with the young men who figured I was some rich guy's daughter. I lied and made up all sorts of stories. I didn't see Mary for a while and assumed she was just taking her time getting dressed. "There you are," a masculine voice said behind me. I turned around and saw someone in a cowboy costume. The boots were rich leather, the pants were male jeans, the belt also looked leather, there was a white collared t-shirt, and a thick brown leather vest, and finally the Cowboy hat. I stared at the young man bewildered and then recognition slowly registered. "Yeah," I said awkwardly. "This is my date for the night. Doesn't she look great?" she asked. The other oblivious rich guys agreed complimenting me. "I would like to thank the host in person if I could," one rich guy said. "I heard the heiress went on a trip to England and couldn't be back in time," Mary said impersonating a male cowboy. "That's a shame. I have heard stories of her beauty," the rich guy said. In my awkwardness, I felt some jealousy or perhaps protectiveness. I didn't know what I was feeling at the time. I knew now why Mary kept her mouth shut all this time. Her voice was exactly the same as that of a boy. I knew that if I had such a voice, I would keep my mouth shut too. However, no one there seemed to recognize her as the host. I saw another side of Mary I had never seen before. She was social and outgoing while I remained fairly quiet. *** After the evening was over, I decided to make small talk. "So, that's the reason you don't talk?" I asked. "Yes," she said in a male voice. "Maybe you could get a voice trainer," I suggested. "I've tried it. It didn't work," she said. I looked over her costume. She had done a very good job hiding her chest and making her face look more masculine. "Maybe, you could be a guy?" I said absent-minded. She simply stared at me. "If I were just a normal person, I would actually consider it. But I am the heiress of a well-known estate. It would be scandalous." "So what? Who cares? You running for office?" I asked rhetorically. "No man would want me as a man," she said. "Unless they're gay," I said obviously. "That's too much," she said. "Look, I only see three options here: you stay silent your whole life, you fix this curse, or you become a man," I said simply. "You talk like it is an easy decision to make," she said flustered. "All I know is that you were enjoying yourself tonight. Are you going to wait another year to have fun?" I asked. She said nothing for a few moments. "There's no need to make a decision now. Do you mind pretending to be my girlfriend?" "Pretend?" I asked with mock seriousness. "We are girlfriends," I said giving her a hug. *** Mary continued to go to school in feminine albeit rich attire with her translator. The only one in the class who knew of her secret was me. I kept secrets well and made an effort not to smirk as she signed with her translator. After class, Mary dressed in baggy pants and a thick sweatshirt. She had her hair in a bun and hid it inside a ball cap. I kept guard in the girl's bathroom as she worked on her make-up. If anyone saw anything, I would immediately kick them out. After thirty minutes, I curiously saw Mary putting the final touches on. Her ability to use make-up was astounding. Of the two of us, she was the real girl. Once she was done, I checked the bathroom entrance and saw no one around. "It's clear," I said to her. A very boyish looking Mary stepped out and walked with me to the parking lot. I noticed her manner of walking and had to stop her. "What?" she asked using her boy voice. "The way you walk is funny," I noted. She looked at me anxiously wondering if she would pass outside. "Take longer strides," I told her. She eyed me and then took some practice steps nearly falling over. "Try walking around the parking lot," I suggested. "What if someone saw us," Mary said embarrassed. "Who gives a fuck? Besides, it will just look like a girl and boy walking together," I said. Mary didn't care for my swearing but continued practicing taking longer strides. "Now, move your arms a little more. You look so stiff," I said. She did as I said and was nearly passable. "If you don't keep it up, everyone is going to think you're a gay guy," I said at her exasperated face. "You're right," she admitted. "So, what am I going to call you. I can't call you Mary in public," I said. "Marty," she said finally. "Like Back to the Future?" I grinned. "Okay, I'll think of something else," she winced. "No, Marty works for today. We can always change it up next time," I allowed. We got in the car and Mary looked over her appearance in the rear-view mirror to make sure nothing had changed. "You look fine, really," I assured her. *** We drove to the mall and went through the clothing stores. Mary seemed pleased to be able to talk about random subjects using her voice instead of having to use sign language. For practice sake, she still occasionally used sign language even as she was talking. I didn't mind it, so I didn't make fun of her for it. "Can I help you, Sir," a store's clerk asked Mary. She, at first, didn't recognize being called "Sir" and didn't turn around. She then quickly turned around. "Anything I can help you with?" she asked helpfully. Mary realized she was out of place in the women's section. "Just trying to help my...girlfriend," she said awkwardly. The clerk nodded and turned away. I rejoined a stressed-out Mary and started laughing. "It's not that funny," Mary said annoyed. As I looked through some clothes, I noticed Mary wasn't buying anything. "What gives? Why aren't you getting anything for yourself?" I asked. "I never go shopping actually. I simply make a list of what I want and someone gets it for me," she said simply. I simply stared at her. "Wow, well, why did you want to come here?" I asked flabbergasted. "It just seemed like the social thing to do," she said. "And you're fun to have around," she added. "Well, shucks. Let's try something else," I said dropping what I was doing. "Like what?" Mary asked. The two entered the arcade center. "You got any quarters?" I asked. "I got this," she said taking out a twenty. "That'll work," I said and then put the twenty in the quarter machine. We waited patiently for eighty quarters to come out. I then counted them all to make sure we hadn't been ripped off. "It's fine," she smiled before I was done counting. For the next two hours, we played race cars and shooter games. With few exceptions, I was the better player. "Of the two of us, you should be the boy," Mary commented. "No way," I rejected. "Being a boy is more than playing arcade games," I rejected. "You like the outdoors, you play hard, you aren't into dresses, you swear like a sailor, and fight people," Mary listed off. "That doesn't make a man. Men need to be leaders. You're rich not just because of your parents but because you manage money well yourself. You delegate tasks to other people. You host parties and don't even have to be there to supervise it. You're smart and you found a way to hide this without getting caught," I said complimenting her. She smirked. "Maybe, we're both boys and don't realize it." *** Mary skipped school on a Friday to attend some business meeting. The following Monday, she told me how it went away from everyone else. "I sat there in front of the board of directors and had my translator read the speech. After she had my read my speech, they simply ignored me. I own over 50% of the shares and they ignored me, because I can't speak," she said angrily. "It's not just your voice. It's because they see you as a kid," I told her. "If I had my real voice, they would listen to me," she said frustrated. "Yeah right," I said doubtfully. "You have to influence things from within. You have to get a job within your own company and gain people's trust from the inside. Then, you can force the Board to do what you want," I said. "If I get the operation, I don't think I will be able to get any job except one from home," she said bitterly. "What operation?" I asked curiously. "I am getting consultations to surgically take out my voice box. It will make me unable to speak even if I wanted to," she revealed. "You can't go through with it. It's your voice! What if someone attacked you? How would you call for help?" I asked stunned. "There are other means aside from my voice. I can carry an alarm system with me. Even without my voice box, I can still use a voice synthesizer like Stephen Hawking," she said simply. "Why are you doing this?" I demanded of her. "It only takes one time for me to slip up. If I use my voice by mistake or by impulse, I am finished," she argued. "So, you're a girl with a man's voice. Who gives a fuck?" I said. "I will be viewed as a freak. I will never be able to influence my father's company," she said. "Why is that such a big deal to you? Sell your shares and live rich," I said obviously. "It was the company my father built. I am not going to sell it away," she insisted. I gave her a stumped look. "Why do you care so much anyway," she asked bitterly. "Your voice...it's kind of cute," I said lamely. She gave me a weird look. "You actually like my voice?" she asked incredulous. "Only your voice. That's all," I said defensively. "When is the surgery?" "I don't have a date yet," she admitted. I nodded. "Well, good luck with that," I said with false sincerity and walked off. *** On the day of the operation, Mary didn't come to school. I thought about what I would say to her after she had recovered. Would I call her an idiot and tell her that she had ruined her life? Would I be sympathetic? Would we even remain friends? Probably not. After all, she would likely go to a special school that worked with teens that had disabilities. I had no expectation I would see her again and the thought of it made me sad. To my surprise, that weekend I received a text message from her. She wanted to see me at the food court at the mall. I had nothing better to do and so I went. When I got there, I didn't see her anywhere. Finally, a familiar voice called out to me. "There you are," Mary said in her usual voice. She was wearing male clothing and looked convincingly boyish. I would have considered her cute if I didn't know the truth. "The operation?" I wondered. "I didn't go through with it," she admitted. I simply stared at her. A part of me was glad she hadn't done it but a part of me was also mad that she had even considered it. We sat down with a pizza between us. "So, why not?" I asked curiously. "When I got there, I thought what you had said but that wasn't what changed my mind," she began. "So?" I asked. "In the surgery prep room, I saw parents comfort their children and husbands and wives talking to one another to reassure each other. I realized the importance one's voice is when it really matters. I couldn't go through with it," she said lamely. "What now?" I asked. "I don't know," she said honestly. "I guess I'll just use my voice for those close to me and sign for everyone else." "Let's think about this curse. When did you first notice your voice change?" I asked. She hesitated to answer. "I was at a summer camp for girls. It was right after my parents had died and my relatives were squabbling over my inheritance. I just needed some time out of the city," she began. "Okay, anything out of the ordinary happen?" I asked. She showed signs she was embarrassed and didn't want to answer. "Trust me, I've done worse," I assured her. "Almost all of the girls were snooty and arrogant but there was this one girl that listened to my problems. One night, I don't know why I did it...I kissed her," she said blushing. I simply stared a her. "Is that all?" I asked incredulous. She simply nodded. "Did you use tongue?" I asked becoming interested. "No, it was a simple kiss," she said flustered. "You didn't make out and touch each other all over?" I continued. "No, it was just a simple kiss is all," she repeated. "I've done worse," I said unimpressed. She simply stared at me. "What? I'm totally straight but occasionally I like to fuck with people. Some of the girls at school are so uptight," I explained. "Right, well, the next day my voice changed. I tried to disguise it but nothing worked. So, I went home early and took a crash course on sign language," she said. "So, obviously the kiss is related to your situation," I surmised. "What are you suggesting? I kiss another girl and see if it reverses itself?" she asked. "I'm right here," I volunteered. "No way, it could cause the curse to spread to you," she objected. "Do you know whatever happened to the girl you kissed?" I asked. "No, I could probably find out," she said thoughtfully. "Okay, first, we should find out whether anything happened to that girl. Maybe, the same thing happened to her. Then, we find out whether kissing a boy will reverse it," I said hopefully. "It's too risky. What if the opposite happens?" she said anxiously. "The opposite? Like, he turns into a girl?" I asked. She nodded like I was an idiot. "Okay, then, let's try a test subject that would have the least amount of risk," I said thoughtfully. "Okay, I got one. His name is Bobby. He's totally gay," I said. "What does that have anything to do with it?" Mary asked confused. "It's obvious! If he turns into a girl, he might actually like it. He can be with men without the stigma of being a queer," I said a little too loudly. "That assumes his sexuality doesn't change with it. What if it only partially changes him? He would have a girl's voice with a boy's body," she objected. "Well, he's an asshole anyway. I say, we try it on him," I said. "Fine," Mary agreed. *** The next Monday, I ran into Bobby. "Hey, Bobby. I need a favor from you," I said. "You haven't talked to me in years. What do you want now?" he asked rudely. Bobby was slender, wore glasses, and had brown curly hair. He made it obvious he was gay, but I never saw him with anyone. "I need you to kiss a girl," I said vaguely. "Is this some kind of joke?" he immediately rejected. "No joke. You know the rich girl, Mary, the one that doesn't talk?" I asked. He nodded indicating he had heard of her. "That's the one," I said. "No, why would I? I didn't come out of the closet just to get back in again," he said annoyed. "I'll give you fifty bucks," I offered. "Now, you're treating me like a slut," he objected. I rolled my eyes. "One-hundred bucks," I raised. He looked at me to see if I was serious. "You don't have that kind of money," he argued. "She does," I said obviously. "Alright, but no one can know," he agreed. *** After school, the three of us met. Bobby looked at us awkwardly. "A deal is a deal," I said handing Bobby the cash. Mary said nothing giving nothing away. Bobby got next to her, leaned down, and gave her the most awkward kiss between a girl and boy. I winced upon seeing it. After it was done, Bobby looked embarrassed and regretful. "Okay, see you around," he said lamely and walked off. Once he was a safe distance away, Mary spoke. "That was positively awful," she said disappointed. "I can't believe my first kiss with a boy was that." "A boy for how much longer?" I grinned. "Don't say that," Mary said regretfully. "All I'm saying is that if he turns into a girl, he won't be your first kiss with a boy anymore," I reasoned. "It would still be my first kiss with a boy even if he does become a girl. It's not as if the kiss didn't happen," she argued. "Whatever. Now, we wait and see," I said. *** The next day, Bobby didn't show up to school. A sense of dread came upon us. What if the curse were real? What if Bobby now had the voice of a girl for the rest of his life. As funny as that would be, it was also horrifying to think about. I went by his house and knocked on the door. A girl with brown curly hair answered the door. "Oh, Hi!" she said as if she knew me. "I'm looking for Bobby," I said assuming the girl was his sister. "I'm Bobby. Don't I look great," she said happily. I looked her over. I saw a resemblance to the old Bobby. "It is you," I realized horrified. "Of course it is. My parents totally accept me now that I'm a straight girl. My boyfriend loves the new look," she gushed. "Boyfriend?" I asked. I wasn't aware he had one. "Of course, silly. We've been dating for six months now. He's Bi, you know," she said explaining the situation. "So, what exactly happened after you kissed Mary?" I asked getting to the bottom of this. "So, right afterwards my voice changed. It became very feminine, and I was crying non-stop over it. My boyfriend then comforted me and then last night, I became a girl. Well, not completely yet. I think a few more sessions will make me complete," she grinned. "Sessions?" I asked. "Sex," she whispered. "You had sex with your boyfriend after it happened," I hissed. "You don't approve? I thought you were into that kind of stuff," she said surprised. "Well, sure, I just want to know what happened," I said frustrated. "I started changing as we had sex. It was the most amazing thing," she said. "I see," I said lamely. "Anyway, thank you so much," she hugged me. "I'm going to a new school next week, but you can drop by anytime," she said gratefully. "Sure, Bobby," I told her and walked off. *** I met Mary who was in drag at a coffee shop to discuss what we had learned. "I hired a private investigator to find the girl at the summer camp. I should get a better idea of what we're dealing with within a week," Mary said. "That's great," I said flustered. "What's wrong?" Mary asked. "Bobby is now a girl now. That's why he didn't come to school," I reported. Mary simply stared at me. "It's okay. He even likes being a girl now," I said. "What happened?" Mary asked. So, I told her everything that I had learned. When I was done, Mary looked at me stunned. "So, the kiss causes it," she realized. "Now, we just have to find out whether or not the girl you kissed at camp is now a dude," I said bluntly. "Don't say that," Mary said guiltily. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know you were cursed. What if the other girl was a plant to bring the curse to you?" I suggested. "It does establish that I can never kiss a guy," Mary said sadly. "Bobby wanted to be a girl. He had sex with his boyfriend right afterwards. There are still a lot of unknown...," I began. "Variables," Mary finished for me. "Right, those," I said flatly. "It's too risky. Every guy I am with could be cursed. Maybe that is the curse," she said. "No point in discussing it further until we find out what happened to that girl," I told her. *** Mary's private investigator found the girl quickly enough. She was living in New England and at an expensive boarding school for girls. Pictures of her showed no sign of masculinity. There was nothing peculiar about her voice either. She was a normal straight girl with a secret boyfriend that she kept from her parents. "We have to test this on a straight boy and see what happens," I suggested. "No, it's too dangerous," Mary rejected. "Okay, well, we still don't know if that girl at camp is the carrier or not. If she is the carrier, she might be immune to it," I said. "What do you suggest?" she asked. "You kiss me. See what happens," I said. "No, no way," she resisted. "I wouldn't wish my curse upon anyone." "If it happens, we can both use sign language," I joked. "No, not going to happen," she said adamantly. "Alright, so what about this dead relative of yours. You say this person cursed you," I brought up. "It was probably my uncle," she said. "Alright, who owns the house now?" I asked. "His son, and he will never invite me in to look around my uncle's papers." "Okay, so we break in," I said simply. Mary looked at me like I was some kind of criminal. "It will be easy," I assured her. "We have to make sure my cousin isn't there at the house," Mary said. "Use that private eye and find out when he will be gone," I said. *** Mary's private eye discovered her cousin's schedule and determined the time he would be out of town on business. Mary couldn't go along with me on this burglary, because she was too high-profile. If I got caught, no one would give a damn. I dressed in black and came to the house in the middle of the night after being dropped off by Mary's driver. I entered the house through a basement window and snooped around for anything that could be filing cabinets or papers. After an hour of searching, I finally found some letters and personal documents. I didn't bother reading them. I didn't have time. I took what I could and exited the house without being spotted. Mary's driver then picked me up and didn't ask questions. He drove me over to Mary's mansion where the two of us looked through the documents. Mary was a quick reader putting documents in various piles. Most of them were about business but some were of a personal nature. Mary finally found a letter that pertained to her. "I am writing to you in the case of my late brother. His estate is to be given to his only child, his daughter Mary. I am convinced, as hopefully you are as well, that the company and the estate could never be run by a female. The company and the estate has always been in the hands of great men and it is highly unfortunate that my brother never had a son. I have no interest in running the company and the estate myself or that I should take it legally or otherwise from Mary. She is the rightful heir of my late brother's will. However, for her sake as well that of the family, I ask that you use your influence to help her in this matter." I frowned as I heard the letter's contents. "What a misogynist piece of shit," I spat. "There's more," Mary said looking over another letter. "I fully understand your concern. I will help her to the extent that I can utilizing the skills I possess. Any man she kisses will become a woman rendering her forever childless and then your heir will inherit the estate from her when she dies. However, in the unlikely event she finds love in a woman, she will become a man. As a sign that my spell has worked, her voice will be the first thing to change. As a man, I have no doubt, she will satisfy your concerns." Mary was in a state of shock as she put the letter down. "There's this," I said offering it to her. "I would have no objection to her becoming a man. It would strengthen her in body and mind. Still, I am concerned it would create a scandal. Therefore, I prefer her to remain a woman albeit childless." Mary then read the last letter. "If she becomes a man, only those close to her will remember that she was ever a woman. Do not fear of scandal." Mary checked the letters and found nothing indicating who the second person was. The handwriting was in cursive and looked feminine. She gave me a defeated looked. "I'm fucked," she said finally. Even I was surprised by her outburst. "Your uncle is an asshole," I remarked. "He means well, but he has an archaic view on things," Mary allowed. "Maybe he's right. Maybe, I would never be able to run the estate properly." "And having a dick is going to change that?" I asked bluntly. "It's not just about having a dick. It's about being raised one's whole life with confidence, aggressiveness, and pride. It's about having that fire in the belly," Mary said. "I don't have that." "What about temperance, civility, and class," I brought up. "The business world doesn't care about that," she said defeated. "So, what are you going to do? Join a nunnery?" I asked sarcastically. "I don't know," she said honestly. "The letter assured my uncle there wouldn't be a scandal." "So?" I asked. Mary grinned. "Let's make a scandal." *** Mary went to a tailor who didn't ask questions. I watched as the tailor made all the measurements and then provided her the right sizes. She bought polished black dress shoes, a new male's suit pants and jacket, a white dress shirt, and a tie. Once she was done, she got a businessman's haircut by a barber who didn't ask questions. It helped to have lots of money. No one ever asked you any questions. Once we were done, Mary got dressed in her new clothes. She walked out looking like a young man. She looked in the mirror and noticed that her eyes were a little too feminine. She put fake eye-glasses on to complete the look. "Impressive. If I hadn't known any better," I said of her. "If you're going to be with me...," Mary said looking at my punk clothes. "You're going to need a new dress." "Yes, Sir," I said mockingly. Mary and I entered her company's office building. I was wearing a very expensive black dress and my usually wild hair was in a conservative bun. No one paid us any notice. I felt anxious for Mary. I wasn't sure exactly what she intended to do. We came to the private security station before we could enter the board room. I showed my visitor pass to the guard and went through. Mary showed the guard her ID card which still had a very feminine-looking face on it. "I will need you to establish your identity using this," the guard said taking out a device. Mary sighed and took off her fake eye glasses. The device scanned Mary's eyes and face. The facial recognition and iris scanner recognized Mary. The guard gave Mary an odd look. "Proceed," he said not certain whether to use "Sir" or "Ma'am." Mary entered the room and saw a number of board members already present. "Are you a new board member; I'm confused," one of the board members said approaching her. "Well, we wouldn't want that would we," Mary smiled back. The board assembled for the meeting. "I call this meeting to order," Mary said in a confident voice. "I'm sorry, Sir. Who are you?" one of the board members questioned. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't introduce myself. My name is Mark Thompson, formerly known as Mary Thompson. This is my lovely assistant Elizabeth Evans," she said. I tried to look pleasant although I hated my formal first name. "Could we have security come up," a confused board member asked through a speaker. Mary sighed as security came into the room. The board member stood up and talked with the guard who assured him that Mary was who she said she was. The board member then gave Mary a stunned look and sat down. The guard then exited the room. "I am so sorry," he said apologetically. "Apology accepted. I have made some appearance changes since I last met you. I am not surprised if some of you are shocked. In a few weeks, it will be my eighteenth birthday which will allow me to make legal decisions in this company including the future of this board," Mary said. "We're glad to have you be an active member of this company," a board member said politely. "Yes, we're also quite pleased that your voice has healed," another said. "Doctors can perform miracles," Mary agreed. "For this reason, I plan to make television appearances and interviews representing the company from this time forth." Most of the board clapped with approval. One board member seemed particularly upset. "You are all fools!" she shouted at them. "This will create a scandal throughout Wall-Street. It will destroy the reputation of this company that John Thompson built," she said. "What are you referring?" Mary asked coldly. "You may have a man's voice, but you are not a man. Not yet," she said to Mary. "I have always been a man," Mary said testing her. "This wasn't supposed to happen. It was only a fail safe," she muttered and eyed me suspiciously. "Let's break for a recess," Mary said to the group. "Except you," Mary said glaring at the female board member. Everyone left leaving the three of us in the room. I was on the elderly woman in a flash. "Listen, bitch. Admit you did the spell," I said pushing her up against the wall. "This is impossible. If you are really a man, everyone should have recognized it. How do you know about the spell?" she asked confused. "Never-mind how we know. You're right, I haven't been changed fully. Just my voice. Fortunately, I'm really good with make-up and dress- up," Mary said to her. "I can't reverse the spell once it has been initiated. I am so sorry. I only did it to protect the family," she said apologetically. "I never thought you would actually kiss another girl but when I saw that you could no longer speak, I knew." Mary gave her an angry look. "So, you would have had me either infertile with no husband or have me become a man?" "It was to protect the family from a weak heiress that would destroy the wealth and prestige of the family. You can't go public now. You have to wait for the spell to reach maturity and then everyone you know will believe you always were a man," she explained. "No, I'm going public now as a trans-man unless you reverse the spell," Mary threatened. "Do it. Once you become fully a man, no one will ever remember you were a woman," she bluffed. Mary wavered unsure of herself. "You're fighting against inevitability," the board woman said. "You'll ruin your life just to spite me?" "If she dies, maybe the spell will be broken," I suggested darkly. The board woman didn't shake in her resolve. "Were you the girl that caused this? Did you kiss Mary?" she asked of me. "Keep her out of this," Mary deflected. "No, I didn't do it," I said truthfully. The board woman seemed to believe me. "To complete the spell, you will have to love a woman fully. Only the two of you and myself will ever know you were once a woman," the board woman said. Mary wanted to be defiant against the board woman. "I only dressed as a man to find out who the traitor was." "I have only wanted the best for the family," she pleaded. "I will show everyone that a woman can run this company voice or no voice. I will adopt children and when I die, everything will go to them," Mary said to her angrily. "Please reconsider," the board woman shook her head. "She's too dangerous to be left alive. She could perform another spell on you," I warned. Mary seemed conflicted. "I have already amended my will. If anything happens to me, it all goes to her," she said referring to me. "I already know her name. You two can't escape me," the board woman said angrily. Mary smirked. "Evans isn't her real last name." I simply shrugged. The board woman gave Mary a shocked look. "I can transfer everything I have to her very shortly. So, if you really care for this family, you will reverse the spell," Mary pressed. "I can't...reverse the spell," the board woman said helplessly. "Do you know someone who can?" Mary asked desperately. "No one can reverse it. Once you kissed that girl, your fate was sealed," the board woman said sadly. Mary had used all her bluffs. She looked to me to see if I had any ideas. I had none. Mary then turned to the board woman. "You're fired," she said finally. The board woman merely nodded and then left the room. Mary sighed and took a seat as soon as the board woman left. "Can't you hire a hit-man or something," I asked her as she leaned back in the chair. "What good would it do?" she asked. "Some good old-fashion interrogation might get her to talk. Get Medieval on her ass," I suggested. "I've lost my voice. I would prefer not to lose my freedom too," she replied. "I'll do it. I'll get a gun and rough her up. Just tell me her address," I offered. "I can't let anything happen to you either. You're my heir, remember," she disagreed. "That was just to fuck with her," I said dismissively. "No, its the truth," she revealed. I shook my head in confusion. "I'm nobody. You would give everything to me?" I asked stunned. "That's right. Nobody will screw with me knowing that all the money and power would go to someone unknown," she said. "Thanks, you just put a big target on my back," I smirked. "They don't know who you are. Even if they did, I have a contingency against that too in case we should both perish," she said lazily. I simply stared at her speechless. Mary pulled on her tie unraveling it. "This is uncomfortable," she muttered. "Did you bring extra clothes?" I asked her. She gave me a thoughtful look. "We're going to have to exchange clothes," she said. "Really?" I sighed. *** Mary looked gorgeous in my black dress and high heels. Her hair was still short but with her make-up off, she still appeared feminine enough. I waited in the lobby wearing her business suit. The tie was all messed up, my hair was wild as usual, and the suit didn't fit me properly. I looked like a punk rocker wearing a suit for the purpose of irony and mockery. Mary used a very hoarse version of her male voice to explain to the board that she was trying to put pressure on the fired board woman to confess to a corruption crime within the company. The board seemed reassured of this especially upon seeing Mary's feminine appearance. She then reappeared in the lobby to pick me up. In the car, we discussed what to do next. "So, we got the bitch fired, but we still haven't found a cure," I said stating the obvious. "There may be no cure," she replied. There was a sound-proof glass divide between the backseats and the driver in the limo. "So, we give up?" I asked. "It's not the end of the world," she said exasperated. "Some people are born blind, some are deaf, and others are disabled. I have been blessed with power and riches beyond what most dream of. I've not even eighteen, and I have my own limo and driver. How many can say the same?" she said and then took out an alcoholic drink. I simply watched her as she poured herself a glass. "You want some?" she asked forgetfully. "No, I'm good," I replied. Normally, I would love a drink but it didn't seem the right time for it. Mary was getting drunk to deal with her depression and the best thing for me to do was to just watch after her. "Well, do you want kids?" I asked. "I can always adopt," she said. "Yeah, but do you want your own flesh and blood," I clarified. "Sure, if it could be done," she agreed. "You can use a sperm donor," I suggested. "I want the father to be in the picture. I am not going to raise a kid all by myself," she said. "So, marry a guy after you have your kid," I suggested. "And have a sex-less marriage? The moment we have sex, he'll be turned into a woman," she reminded me. "Okay, hire a butler to be a father-figure like Alfred was to Bruce Wayne," I suggested. "Those kinds of butlers don't exist," she chuckled sadly. "You have money. Just hire a father," I argued. "Money only goes so far. Do you think I can retain a hired father for twenty years? I'm not going to have my kid grow up with several different fathers. And even if I could, he would never be a true father," she said. The limo arrived at the mansion interrupting our weird conversation. Mary stumbled out of the limo towards her house. The butler opened the door for us. Once we were inside, I followed Mary to the living room where she flopped herself down on a sofa chair. She stared at portrait of a man in a suit, her grandfather. "I am going to get changed," I said retrieving my backpack filled with my own clothes. "Wait, what if I go through with it. I become a man?" she asked. "You're drunk," I told her. "Look, obviously I am not going to be making any decisions, tonight," she said as she opened another bottle and poured herself a shot. "But, we can still talk, right?" "Sure," I allowed. "What's so terrible about being a man? I wouldn't have to deal with pregnancy or periods. No one would look down upon me or question my orders. I would be tough, have authority, and confidence. My employees and my children would respect me. I wouldn't have to hide my voice," she said. "Right, well, you planning to be a gay man then?" I asked rhetorically. "I mentioned children didn't I?" she said annoyed. "Right, but you could always adopt, get a surrogate mother, or just pay off the real mother," I listed off. "No, I wouldn't be gay," she said. "Okay, you're swearing off all men? You're never going to kiss, dance, or sleep with any men for the rest of your life? You're swearing off a man that could provide you support and influence. Instead, you want some whiny bitch that isn't going to give you a damn thing. She's going to stay at home, do nothing, get fat, and annoy you for the rest of your life," I said. "I wouldn't pick such a person," she said confidently. "Oh, you think so? What if she gets into drugs, drinks while pregnant with your kid, or spends your money? What if she divorces you and takes half of everything you own," I continued. "We would have a pre-nup," she said flatly. "Oh, good, so you thought all of this through," I mocked. "What about men dying earlier than women. You care to lose ten years of your life?" "That's only because men do reckless things and that drives down the statistics. If I stay healthy and I am not an idiot, I should last just as long," she replied. "You can never cheat. The media will destroy you," I continued on. "I wouldn't," she said defensively. "You say that now. What if she never puts out? What if she never wants sex. You live under the assumption that your partner is always going to be interested, because you have only thought about men up til now. What if she's a cold fish?" I asked. "Then I am no better off than where I started from. We both know that if I have sex with a man, he will become a woman anyway," she pointed out. "Who cares? Get yourself a prostitute and who cares what happens to him afterwards," I said. "I don't do that," she refused. "You have the power to rid the world of a lot of jackasses," I said. She smirked at that. "I could prey on bad men and turn them into women the next day." "I'll help you find them. I can make you a list," I said as I thought of all the high school boys I hated. She took another shot and then stared at me with blood-shot eyes. "Obviously, the choice is clear: you," she said. "What about me?" I asked uncertain where this was going. "You can be the woman that can make me a man. You've kissed a girl before, right? This wouldn't be that much different," she said. "Whoa, its entirely different ball game, Mary. French kissing some girl just for fun is not the same as girl-on-girl action," I said dismissing it out-of-hand. "It would only be one time," she said. "You don't know that. It could take many sessions for all you know," I said becoming weirded out by this conversation. "I would be a man shortly thereafter. What's the difference?" she asked. "It's not about reputation, believe me. I have none," I resisted. "Then what's the problem?" she asked. "You're drunk," I accused. "Just answer the question," she challenged. "I see you as a friend. If we get weird with each other, that friendship will never be the same. I will never be able to see you the same way," I said honestly. "That's going to happen regardless. I would be a man," she said obviously. "Yeah, but, I'll always know I was the one that caused it. And if you become really unhappy and depressed about it, I will feel responsible for it," I said. "I am already miserable. I can't use my voice in public. I hire a damn interpreter for when I go to school," she said. "Okay, well, just maybe if we do this, I'll start to develop feelings for the male you. You could be hot. I could be attracted to you. The moment you become a man, we're done," I said. "Why would we be done?" she asked. "Men and women can't be friends. We either become lovers or strangers," I said simply. "I don't believe in that," she said. "And what male friends do you have that aren't servants?" I mocked. She looked at me uncomfortable knowing the truth. "I would treat you well even if you weren't my girlfriend," she promised. "You say that now. You'll be an entirely different person," I said. "What if we went all the way? What if we got married and had kids together? What if it didn't have to end?" she asked. I was blown away by the question. "That isn't possible. I'm the daughter of a fucked up family, I'm fucked up, and someone like you can't marry someone like me," I said. "Why not?" she asked simply. "You want to be Prince Charming and rescue Cinderella from her problems?" I mocked. "You have standards I could never meet or what to meet. I don't want to change to be who you need me to be," I said. "So, what do I do?" she asked rhetorically. "Find some Lesbian off a dating site and hope they don't freak out when I become a man the next morning?" she asked. "I would not advise doing that," I said and cracked a smile. "I suggest getting a Lesbian prostitute." "No, it has to be someone I trust. That prostitute is going to go to the press," she said. "Then pay her off," I said as if it were that easy. "You have a lot of funny ideas of what the rich can and cannot do," she said and took another shot. "Honestly, I should be the man in our relationship, because I would get things done," I said hammering my palm for emphasis. "When the change happens, I want there to be someone I trust. That person is you," she said. I stared at her. How could I refuse her? She trusted me. What the fuck am I thinking? Have sex with another girl? What if she did become a man and then wanted to continue having sex with me? How could I say no? Why would I want to say no? The easy answer was to say no and simply walk away from all this weirdness. Still, the easy answer was so boring. Was this not an adventure? Maybe if I got really drunk beforehand, it would be okay. "Get some sleep. If you feel the same way when you're sober, then we can work something out, okay?" I said. "Alright, deal," she agreed. *** I woke up on the couch still in the suit. I yawned obnoxiously and went to one of the numerous bathrooms to change into my old clothes. I then placed the expensive suit on the counter. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess as usual. I found Mary reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee, orange juice, and a bagel. She was already dressed in a female business suit. I sat down across from her wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She put the newspaper down as I entered the room. "Did you get enough sleep?" she asked. "Yeah, fine. The couch was great," I said irritably. "You should have asked my butler to show you a bed," she said. "Yeah, well, it didn't occur to me to ask," I said honestly. "Why are you so dressed up? You going somewhere?" "I dress like this normally in case a visitor arrives," she said simply. I simply stared at her. "How's your head feel?" I asked referring to a hangover. "Fine. I took some hangover pills and this is my second cup of coffee," she said taking a sip. I nodded in approval. I wished I were as thoughtful when I was drunk. "So, now that I am fully sober, I am going to ask of you the same thing. If you say no, I won't be offended," she said. "We do this, there's no going back," I reminded her. "I am aware of that," she said. "Okay, I'm in. Do we take our clothes off now?" I asked. "No, no, it has to be after we're both eighteen," she clarified. "What?" I asked stupefied. "That gives you plenty of time to rethink your position, and we would both be consenting adults," she said. "I think you're stalling," I accused. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it by the book," she said. "So, for a few week we'll act as if there is nothing between us at school even though we're scheduled to fuck each other?" I said incredulous. "Precisely. Can you handle it?" she asked. End Part 1