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Total Change App: A Spells 'R' Us Story Chapter 1. The App. I got home from another grueling evening serving food at the diner and plopped in front of my television. I flipped the Playstation on and started playing Overwatch. I got logged in and noticed a couple of my friends online as well. I jumped into their game and party. "Hey Pard0nmahFrancois," my one friend, Skillz4Rillz, said as soon as I got connected. They didn't know my real name, and I didn't know theirs. We were fine with this; our PS handles were probably more interesting than our real names anyway as far as we were concerned. "Hey Skillz," I replied, "hey Butch." "Sup, Pard?" Butch-her-loudly replied. She was our 'token' gamer girl (by her own admission). She was openly lesbian, if her name didn't give that away, and was never afraid to let anyone know. "Ugh, awful day," I said as I started browsing for a character. "Who do we need?" "We're on defense in Kings Row. We could really use a healer, specifically Mercy." I flicked over to Mercy, the angel themed healer and jumped into the game. "So bad day?" Butch asked. She was playing as Tracer, her favorite character, which I never failed to point out how perfect of a fit it was. "Yeah, a bunch of rich foreigners tonight. They always pretend that they don't know how tipping works," I replied as I maneuvered my character behind Skillz (Reinhardt) and put the healing beam on him. "And if you ever point it out to them, they demand a manager and get the meal for free. It sucks." "I've been there," Skillz said, his Reinhardt charging into the enemy Bastion. I flew to his aid as he got surrounded by the rest of the enemy team. "Why don't you get a better job?" Butch asked. "You got a degree in chemical engineering, you could be working at a pharmacy!" "And never have any time to hang out with you guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Not to mention I'd constantly get drug tested, which would be bad for certain relaxation habits." "It's just that all you do is complain about your...sonofabitch." Skillz got interrupted by the enemy Roadhog hooking him into a bottomless pit. "Complaining about your job. Not to mention you'd be making some serious money at a job like that." "I know," I said, "I just don't feel like jumping into a big job like that right out of college. I want a couple months at least to relax. I just spent five years working my ass off." "I hear that," Skillz said. "Hey have you guys ever heard of FaceApp?" Butch asked. "No, what's that?" I asked. "It's this new app, it's hilarious. You take a selfie and it has some AI algorithm that adjusts your face. You can make yourself smile or look really old or change gender. It's pretty crazy. I've been playing with it all day. It's free, so you should take a look." "Eh," I said, "I was never really into snapchat." "It's a bit like that, except the results are a bit more realistic," she said. "Maybe I'll check it out." We played a few more rounds, talking about each-others' days and after about an hour and a half I decided to log off. "Alright guy and girl," I said, "GG, but I think I'm gonna turn on a movie and ponder existence." (this was our code phrase for smoking weed) "Alright," Skillz said. "Later dude." "GG, talk to you later," Butch replied. I logged off and switched over to Netflix. I logged into my account (Francis Early, which was my real name) I browsed until I found a stand- up comedy (my usual smoking background noise) and closed my windows. I lit up and let myself melt into the couch. The comedian wasn't that great. I'd seen other sets that he'd done, and they were better than this. I was getting kind of bored, so I pulled out my phone to browse. Even then I found myself kind of bored, as I'd already browsed through my usual sites earlier in the day. After about an hour I remembered that app Butch had mentioned. Figuring I didn't have anything better to do, I decided to give it a try. I opened up the app store on my Samsung and typed in the name. The results came up, but just as I was about to tap FaceApp, there was a popup that got in the way. I almost clicked the x on it, but then I read it. "Like FaceApp? Then you'll love our TOTAL CHANGE APP!" the add said in flashy colors. It showed pictures that were similar to what Butch was describing with Faceapp, and they were uncanny. Guy turned into girls, girls turned into guys. Some were drastic changes with just a barely noticeable similarity in face shape and eye color, others looked like the same person with longer or shorter hair and barely thinner eyebrows. I tapped the add and was taken to the official page. The companies who made it were called BathrobeWizard and SpellsRUs, which I thought was kind of corny. That 'R' US thing was a joke that had long lost its luster. I'd never heard of either of these companies. Ah well, I decided, there was no harm in trying it. It was likely a scam of some kind anyway and I'd just delete it. I tapped the download button, and sure enough it was asking for permission to have access to my camera and shit. This was common for apps like this, so I agreed. After it downloaded, the screen popped open and there was a little menu. The big one said, "Change now?" I clicked it. It brought up a terms and conditions screen, but I just hit accept. I was taken to the camera screen, which was instantly in selfie mode. There was an indicator as to where I should frame my face in the app, so I did. I took the picture and it took about twenty seconds to process it. After the picture processed, the app brought up a list of different filters. Only one was available for free. "Basic Gender Swap." There were others that were grayed out with a pad lock indicator. I tried tapping one and it asked me, "Pay $10 for the full version?" I laughed and tapped the no button, which brought me back to my only free option. I looked at basic gender swap and tapped it. That's when my world turned upside down. There was a blinding flash of light, and I got a huge shock from my phone. I dropped it on the floor. "What the fuck?!" I shrieked. It hurt! Reaching down to pick up my phone I noticed something funny about my hand. It seemed smaller, and my phone felt huge. I took another look and saw that my nails were painted red. "What the hell..." I said, looking at my slender hands, and at the same time I noticed how feminine my hand looked, I also noticed how much softer my voice was. I looked straight down at my chest and saw two points poking out of my work shirt. I ran to the bathroom. Chapter 2: Basic Gender Swap Skidding around the corner, I nearly slammed into the bathroom door before getting it open. My hair (much, much longer now) whipped around and got in my eyes. I missed the door handle, it was a little higher up than my muscle memory was used to. I got in the bathroom and flipped on the light and looked in the mirror. Staring back at me was a young woman who I had never seen before, yet I could easily recognize as myself. It was familiar and alien at the same time, and the familiarity was the only thing keeping me from screaming. The woman in the mirror looked a lot like me, just more feminine. My jaw was rounder, chin was smaller along with my nose. I still had my bushy black eyebrows and my messy, stick straight black hair (it was tied in a messy ponytail). I even still had the same mole on my left cheek. I looked sort of like my younger sister. I reached up and touched my face, and the woman in the mirror did the same. I looked at my shirt, and here was where I saw another change. I noticed how my work shirt had changed, the buttons were on the opposite side now, and there were a few extra. I was also wearing a bra. It wasn't very flashy or anything like that. My khaki pants had changed to the khaki skirt that the waitresses were required to wear. What was most alarming to me about it was that none of it felt odd until I really thought about it. The skirt felt completely comfortable, and I didn't feel any embarrassment. "What. The. Fuck," I said softly, hearing my softer voice again. "Testing...testing...the rain in Spain..." Like everything else, my voice didn't feel unnatural, at the same time I could definitely hear the difference. I stared at myself for a little while in awe before it dawned on me that I probably needed to figure out what the hell happened. All these changes might have felt very natural but I suddenly realized how hard it would be to explain to my boss and my family why I had undergone a sex change. Supposing they would believe it at all. I looked down at my skirt again and a thought came to me. If my clothes had changed like this, and my own perception was altered so it felt natural, then had others' perception of me changed as well? I wasn't sure I wanted to risk finding out. I walked back to my living room, noticing that my new center of balance and my female body wasn't throwing me off at all. I was walking like a woman, with a bit of a sashay, but it felt as natural as anything else. I sat back on the couch and picked up my phone. I wanted to text my sister to see if I could find a way to figure out her perception of me. I turned the phone on, and the lock screen threw me off. It was normally a picture of me and my old dog hiking. A stranger had volunteered to take a picture of me. While the picture was still the same, It now had the new, female version of me. She (I) was striking a very feminine pose, blowing a kiss (which I guess made sense as the original picture had guy/me posing stereotypically manly; flexing muscles). I unlocked the phone and went to my Facebook. Everything was similar, just with girl me instead of guy me. I even had the same name, though Francis is a gender-neutral name. There were the pictures of my brother's wedding, except instead of me being a groomsman I was wearing a bridesmaid's dress. Strangely enough, the only thing that didn't seem to change was my sexual orientation, as none of my pictures with girls I had dated were swapped out with guys, or they had disappeared altogether. So did that mean my sexual orientation hadn't changed? I opened a tab and looked up my favorite celebrity to ogle, and I found (with a bit of relief) that I still found her attractive. I had no desire whatsoever to try looking at a guy, so yeah my orientation seemed the same. I exited the browser, and before I shut the phone off I saw the Total Change App on my homescreen. It all clicked. 'The app! It was what changed me!' I thought. I opened the app and it took me to the home page. The "Change Now?" button was gone, and in its place was a new button that said, "Revert or Modify?" I tapped it, and it brought up the change choices. The basic gender swap option was grayed out with the words "Currently Selected Change" imposed overtop of it. The other options were still grayed out with the lock icons. Underneath these options was a new one that said, "Revert Changes." I looked at it for a bit and wondered if I should change back. I didn't know for sure the full extent of this change and thought that maybe I ought to read more into it. After a moments hesitation, I finally tapped the revert button. A new screen popped up with a timer counting down. It was at 23:35:21 and dropping. A message appeared under the countdown that said, "Reversions take time, check back soon!" "What the fuck?" I asked out loud. So now I had to wait a full day to change back? I tossed my phone on the bed and pouted for a bit, wondering how the hell I was supposed to go to work tomorrow (Tuesday) looking like I did. However, memories suddenly flooded my mind of going to work every day looking like this, and I realized I had nothing to really worry about...supposing the rest of the world was accustomed to me being a woman instead of a man. How was I going to test those waters without getting in some kind of trouble? I walked to my bedroom, I decided I wanted to change into some pjs. I tossed my work shirt into the corner and took off my bra (I didn't even realize that I did so as second nature). I was rewarded with a great feeling of release, as if my new breasts (not exactly melons, but bigger than I thought they'd be) were just released from prison. I took off the skirt and my socks and grabbed some pajamas (strangely all my pajamas were pastel, silky things). I turned and faced the bed to put them on and saw a vanity that definitely wasn't in my room before I changed into a girl. I could clearly see my naked body in the mirror, and damn. I wasn't a Victoria's Secret model by any means, but I could probably turn a head or two. I ogled and posed for a bit before putting on my pj's. My old dog, a boxer named Binky came in the room and laid down on the bed and stared at me with his big somber eyes. I pet him behind the ears. "Oh Binky, you still know who I am, don't you?" I asked in a sing song voice. I gave him a hug and he licked me on the face. Suddenly I thought about it. Had I just called him Binky? That wasn't right, his name was Buck...or at least it was when I was a guy. I tried thinking about it, and the name Buck just didn't feel right in my head. I could strongly remember naming him Binky. I decided to test it. I walked out to the living room. "Buck! Come here boy!" I called. I waited about a minute and called again. Nothing happened. "Binky?" I called softly. I heard the heavy thud of his feet hitting the floor and the slow padding as he waddled his way into the living room and stared at me with a look that said, "What do you want?" "Jesus," I said softly, "this is kind of a trip." Apparently girl me decided Binky was a cute name for a rescue Boxer. I sat down on the couch and tried to digest what was happening when there was "Ding!" on the TV. I looked up and saw I had left the Playstation on. There was an invite from Butch to play Overwatch. I realized this would be the perfect test to see if other people knew me as a girl. If Butch and Skillz didn't recognize me as a girl, I could always pretend that I was my sister or something, they wouldn't know any better. I logged in and plugged in my headset. I got connected to Butch's party only to find that Skillz wasn't there. It was just me and Butch (even better I thought). "Hey girl!" Butch said loudly, as soon as I was connected to her private party. A wave of relief broke over me. "Hey there," I replied. "So what are we playing now?" "Ilios," she answered, "getting our butts handed to us. Get your cute ass in this game and pick a Zarya, if you'd be so kind." I was momentarily caught off guard by the way she was talking to me. It took a moment to realize that she was flirting with me. New memories flooded my brain, and I realized that Butch and Girl/me had kind of an Overwatch sexting thing that we did when Skillz wasn't on with us. Holy shit. The crazy thing was, as soon as those memories appeared, I suddenly got VERY excited. According to my false(?) memories, these sessions could get hot. We rarely ever won a match, due to being distracted. We'd straight up been kicked from a few games due to inactivity. "You had a rough day, huh babe?" Butch said. "Were you getting worked over real hard?" I felt my arousal growing and looked down to see my nipples poking through my top. "Not hard enough," I replied suggestively. It was weird, I would never have imagined I'd be doing this kind of thing with Butch. Suddenly, her real name came into my mind. I never knew it as a guy, but now I did. Carlie. Huh, not a super butch name, really. "I could take care of that for you," she said. "If only we didn't live so far away." "I know," I said with a pout. "When are you going to come and see me?" she asked. "Gotta save up for some airfare," I said. We started really going at it after that. It was incredible, it was my first sexual experience as a woman, and I wasn't let down. She knew just what to say to get me worked up, and I ended up getting new memories of a vibrator that I kept in my room. It was intense, I came three times and all three of them felt way better than any orgasm I could ever remember having as a man. When it came time to log off, I had almost forgotten that I wasn't actually going to be flying out to see her, due to my reverting back to a man due in about 20 hours. The thought of never getting to feel her hands on my skin made me have very serious thoughts about staying a woman. "Ok, babe," I said, "that was amazing." "You're telling me," she said through heavy breathing. "Just wait until we can actually do it for real!" I had a huge pang of both longing and guilt when she said that. I realized that was a pretty dangerous feeling, all things considered. "Yeah," I said softly, "I can't wait." "Until then," she said. I heard a kissing noise. I returned it. "Good night," I said and logged out. I sat there staring at the Overwatch menu screen for about ten minutes. I couldn't believe how fast I went to being terrified of what had happened to me, to arguing with myself about changing back. It was clear that everyone now knew me as a girl, there were no misgivings about it. There was a good chance that most people in my life were aware of my sexual orientation as a woman. It wouldn't be that hard to stay in this life. I shook my head. 'No,' I thought to myself, 'it's an interesting experience. A kind of vacation from myself. I shouldn't really look at it long term.' No sooner had I thought that, though, did I realize something. This was only scratching the surface of the potential of the app. What other things could it do? I walked back to my room and picked up my phone. It was still on the revert changes screen. I backed out to the modifiers and looked at the ones hidden behind the locks. Ten dollars no longer seemed like a steep price for some genuine magic. I tapped the first one, and the icon to pay reappeared. This time I hit the pay button. I got a notification for the purchase, and then a terms and conditions appeared. I started reading it, but after the first few paragraphs, I realized it was going to take all night. It was pages and pages long. There was a button on the side to accept them, so I just hit it. I was back on the modifiers page now, and the options were all laid out before me. There were dozens of different choices: Nerdy, Goth, Ditzy, Bimbo, Slut, Preppy, and more. I kind of reeled at the ditzy and bimbo ones. Judging by the changes this thing could make to my mind, I wasn't sure I wanted to lose a lot of functionality. The nerdy one, though. That would be a safe one to try, right? I'd be able to think clearly and hell, I'd be smarter as well! I decided to go for it. I tapped the nerdy icon, and a new box appeared. "Caution! These changes are set with default modifiers based on the individual selection. If you want to alter these modifiers, you need the deluxe version. Only $100 dollars? Pay Now? Maybe Later." I clicked maybe later. This time, there wasn't a shock, but there was another flash of light. I blinked a few times, and looked around. Everything was blurry, but I realized that was because I wasn't wearing my glasses. I put them on, then paused and realized I had never needed glasses before in my life. With the glasses on, I looked around my apartment and let out a very audible gasp. Chapter 3: Nerdy Girl My apartment had completely changed, and for the better I immediately decided. After a quick glance around, I realized it wasn't even the same apartment. It was much, much bigger. New memories started flooding my brain again (a process I was starting to grow accustomed to). I had graduated top of my class and immediately got a job with a big pharmaceutical company. At the young age of 25, I was one of the leading chemical engineers in the state, and I was starting to turn heads at the national level. My hand shot up and covered my mouth as I startled myself with the memory of being interviewed by Time magazine! Looking around the apartment, I could immediately sense that Nerdy Girl (Francine. Huh, now my name had changed) was doing quite well for herself. I had a huge TV, and I saw that I had a couple of nice computers. One for working from home and the other was an awesome gaming rig! I had a washer and a dryer, no more coin machines! I skipped to the bathroom in excitement and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was once again familiar, and yet foreign. I still had my stick straight hair, but now it was cut into a very conservative style and held up in a tight bun. My glasses were horn rimmed, and it kind of made me look like an old lady. I was a hair smaller than the basic gender swap, but I was lacking in the curves department, it seemed. I had much smaller boobs. I felt a pang of bitterness when I thought about my old boobs. I already missed them, these ones were kind of bland. I thought about that for a moment and shook my head. 'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'I never had boobs to begin with..." The memories of being a guy were there, but I had a little trouble picking them out. Like they were further down the road than Basic Gender Swap. That kind of scared me. The basic gender swap memories were more like my original memories. They were the ones that were coming quickly when I tried to remember my previous life. "Yikes," I said to myself, "I better be careful from now on." Wait a minute, did I still have my dog? I loved that dog, I hoped Francine was a dog lover. "Ferdinand!" I called. I heard the familiar plop and plod as the old boxer rounded the corner. When I saw him, I knelt down and patted him on the head. "Aw, I still got my Nerdy Ferdy," I said, using my baby voice with him. Wait a minute, his name changed? I thought about it and realized I liked Ferdinand way better than Binky, at least as Francine. Binky was kind of a ditzy name for a Boxer. Or wait...it was something before Binky, right? Oh yeah, well I liked it better than Buck too. I glanced around my apartment for a while and realized I didn't have a Playstation. I had a brief moment of guilt as I thought about Butch. We really had something special, and I briefly felt like this new life kind of robbed her of that. It took me a moment to remember that the special thing Butch and I had was the result of my first change. It was getting confusing. In this new life, she had never met me, which meant she had no idea what she had missed out on, so it wasn't something I could let myself feel guilty about. I was tempted to turn on my gaming computer, but memories of wanting to put some hours in on my current project compelled me to sit at the work one instead. I logged into my VPN and began looking at different formulas and data. I really got lost in it for a while. Every once in a while I would look at something and wonder if Dan had made any changes to it. I didn't have a firm memory on who Dan even was yet, just that we worked on this together and he was someone I'd have to consult about it. After a while I looked at the clock. Holy moley! It was almost midnight! I needed to get to bed, I had to be in early tomorrow to go over this stuff with Dan. I felt really nervous about presenting it to this mysterious Dan, and I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe he was my boss? I was getting nervous about going to work. I had to write an email to my team, and I found myself very unsure of how I wanted to word things. I kept deleting sentences because I thought they sounded too aggressive. I guess Francine was much more timid that either Francis had been. I watched a movie before going to bed. Star Wars: A New Hope. At least Francine still had good taste in movies I thought as I gladly settled on it. There was a weird moment in the movie though. When Han Solo is about to get frozen, and he and Leia share their tender moment, I started bawling my eyes out. I had never been emotional like this watching a movie, ever. I didn't even have to think too hard about either of my Francis personalities to know this. So apparently Francine was a bit more emotional than she was letting on. At least more of a romantic, anyway. It was getting hard to keep my eyes open. I woke up on the couch to my phone's alarm. The TV screensaver was on. I stretched and tried to remember weird dreams I had. It was Star Wars related, I remember I was Princess Leia, but everything other than that slipped through the cracks. I looked at the time on my phone. Time to get ready for work. I undressed and confirmed what I already suspected about Francine's body. It wasn't quite as impressive as Lady Francis' had been. It made me feel bad in a way I had trouble describing. I had a weird wish that I could be a bit bustier. It was hard to find a date when you didn't have the assets. Every time I had a thought like this, I normally shook my head and tried to remember my life as a guy. But this time, for some reason, I didn't. I thought maybe I should try embracing it. I mean, that was the whole point of trying this out, right? Maybe that was my former life as a woman and my current life as a woman outnumbering my one life as a man, but whatever. Francine's closet did a good job of explaining her personality. There was not a dress or skirt in sight. There were no heels, only conservative flats. I picked out a nice pantsuit and kind of fluffed out my hair a bit. I picked out a nice little necklace. I had a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast, and then I left the house and called a taxi for work. I worked about halfway up a pretty big high rise. I got new memories of being a bit scared of elevators. That was weird, Francine was claustorphobic. I got on with trepidation, trying to comfort and steel myself. I kept saying I had done it over and over before, there was no reason to be scared of it now. As the doors started closing, my breathing became a bit shallower. Right before the doors officially closed, a hand stopped it. It was a pretty big hand. The doors pushed back open and a guy stepped on with me. My heart jumped around in my chest. It was Dan. I only knew this because as soon as I saw him, the memories came flooding in. Dan was my coworker. He was my partner on a lot of projects, though I technically outranked him. And he was devilishly handsome. I found myself staring at him a bit, mesmerized, until he looked at me. Then I turned away, turning beet red. "Hey Frankie," he said playfully, striding across to stand by me. A new memory of him calling me that, me telling him to call me Francine, and him saying, 'Frankie's cuter,' came into my mind. I had never corrected him after that, because he had said something about me was cute, and now anytime he called me Frankie, I did a little dance on the inside. "Hey Dan," I said in almost a whisper. Between my very close proximity to him, our very private space on the elevator, and of course my fear of elevators, I found that I couldn't raise my voice any higher than that. "You ok?" he asked, looking concernedly at me. "I don't like the elevator," I said. He laughed a bit, until he saw I was dead serious. "What, really?" he asked. "Why not take the stairs?" I looked sternly at him. "It's like, twenty stories!" "Good exercise," he retorted with a half smirk that made me melt a little inside. Suddenly the elevator jolted and started moving. I shrieked a bit, and instinctively grabbed onto him. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. "It's ok," he said with a chuckle. "Say, did you take a look at those documents last night?" I nodded, unable to speak at this point. "You saw the changes I made?" he asked. I nodded again. "What did you think about them?" "Can I answer that when we get to our floor?" I asked, pulling away from him. But he reached out and held my hand, which I gladly accepted. I don't think my face could have been redder. "Sure," he said with his chuckle. It was pretty silent the rest of the way, but more memories came flooding in. There was a bit of a dark side to Dan. The grapevine indicated that he was a bit of a womanizer outside work, and that he might be after my job. I was bad hiding my obvious attraction to him, so the rumor was that he was using it to get close to me, and take my job. As such, I had vowed to not actually get close to him. A vow I was currently breaking big time. We finally got to our floor, and I told him I'd meet him at our desks. I had to run to the restroom. I didn't even think about entering the women's room before I did. As soon as I did, both Francis voices seemed to scream at the same time, "Holy shit, I'm straight!" There was no denying it, I had a huge attraction to Dan. I tried thinking about Butch, but none of the feelings I had for her seemed to appear, even if I thought about the grittier details. If anything, they kind of grossed me out. But I started thinking about guys, and hoo boy. I think the worst part about it was that I was so pent up as Francine. I didn't have a very active social life, and it had been a long time according to my new memories since I'd slept with anyone. I whipped out my phone. I had to see how long was left, it couldn't be more than half a day right? Both Francis voices were outnumbering Francine here. I had to get reverted as soon as possible. I just wasn't comfortable enough to be with a guy (despite my obvious feelings to the contrary). I got to the revert screen of the app. The timer was counting down, but there was a problem. It now read '7:11:41:52." "What the fudge?!" I hissed loudly, then I glanced around to make sure no one had heard me. I looked back at the app. It had added seven days to the revert timer? How the heck had that happened?! There was a little button at the bottom of the screen that said "Questions?" I tapped it, and got a new pop up box. "Reversions take a little time. We have to let the magic run its full course, other-wise a full reversion isn't possible," the pop up box explained. "Be wary of modifying or overlapping existing changes, as they are more complicated to revert and add more time to the process." "Shoot!" I said, stamping my foot. "Ugh, and now I'm too timid to even swear properly!" I paced back and forth for a while. I was now stuck like this for a week. I thought about switching myself to a lesbian, but now I knew that would add more time to the reversion, and if something went wrong with that change, who knew how long I'd get to reverse it. I stopped, took a deep breath, and let my new (amazing) brain take over the situation. Damage control. This isn't as bad as it sounds. Sure I've got the hots for my coworker, but it's only for a week. I just have to get through one week. Hell, maybe I could even experience sex as a girl (unlikely due to Francine's track record, but I could dream). When I would finally be able to revert the changes, it would be just a memory. I left the bathroom intending to tackle the next seven days confidently. Chapter 4: The Date I managed to get through the rest of the day, and Thursday with no major incident. I learned a lot about my new life as well. Francine really was an introvert. I'd constantly hear my coworkers talking about their weekend plans and feel a pang of loneliness as I knew I didn't have anything like that. I was likely going to stay at home and work. Maybe play a video game. Friday came, and I was ready for the weekend none-the-less. Maybe some time alone at home wouldn't be so bad. I did enjoy taking Ferdy for walks, and it was supposed to be a beautiful weekend for it. It had been a slow day at the office. After Wednesday, Dan had started making a habit of waiting for me in the elevator so he could ride it with me. The part of me that knew I couldn't trust him wanted to kick him in the shins. The part of me that couldn't stop imagining him out of his clothes wasn't so upset. By the end of the day I was dead tired. I had been looking at a complicated project for weeks, and was nearing the finish line. I logged out of my computer and turned around to see Dan standing there, holding a cupcake with a candle. I raised an eyebrow. "What's this?" I asked. "Your birthday cake," he said with a laugh. He put it on my desk and I saw the number 26 written in green frosting. I put my hand up to my mouth (this was the single most annoying thing about being Francine, I had decided) and gasped. "Oh my goodness," I said, "I completely forgot it was my birthday!" "Well I didn't," Dan replied with a wink. God I hate it when he makes me hate him less. He pulled out his phone. "Let me get a picture for you, for the company newsletter." "Ugh," I said, "I'm not huge on getting my picture taken." "Oh, come on," he said. "Not every day the top engineer gets a year closer to obsoletion." "Technically that IS every day," I replied and stuck my tongue out. Then I smiled nicely and waited for him to take the picture. Once he was done, he gave a weird smile. I wasn't entirely sure I liked it, but it only lasted a moment. "Well, birthday girl," he said after putting his phone away, "got any plans for the evening?" I scoffed. "Yeah right, I'm not really a sociable person." He looked flabbergasted. "It's Friday night, and your birthday. You're going to stay home?" "Probably," I replied. He shook his head. "No way," he replied, "you're not missing out on your birthday. I have an idea. I'm going to take you to dinner." I think I stared at him with a look of complete shock on my face for a solid minute. My brain ground to a halt as my stomach and heart started salsa dancing together. "It'll be just the two of us," he continued. "Nothing too crazy. Sound good?" "Uh...ok...um...where?" I said, feeling dizzy. Had I just AGREED? "I have a place in mind." He winked (as if I needed any more help melting into the chair). "Just be ready by seven. I'll pick you up." "O...okay then," I said. "It's a date," he said, turning away. I sat at my desk for another minute staring into space. Both Francis personalities were now shouting their disagreement with this turn of events, but Francine was definitely the dominant personality and this was just too huge a thing for me to not take advantage of. Realizing I had to get cleaned up for...dinner, I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator, not even afraid of it in the slightest thanks to my excitement. I got home as fast as legally possible and started a freak out process that my new Francine memories were all too accustomed to. I started rummaging through my closet, throwing things onto the bed, and critiquing my wardrobe. "Ugh, I don't know if I should even try to get fancy," I said to myself. "It's not technically a date...except he did call it that." I sat on the bed and stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the very plain version of me that Francine represented. I don't know what I was expecting to happen tonight. I was not the kind of girl who was going to do anything after a first date. I picked out a nice outfit. A little racier than what I normally wore to work. It almost showed off some cleavage. I had even pulled out my flashy Victoria's Secret undies that I only kept around for special occasions. It almost looked like I had big boobs. Ugh, I wished I was confident enough to pad my bra, but I didn't want to seem desperate. I spritzed some perfume, put a little curl to the end of my hair; and it seemed no sooner than I had finished this then my doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat and I literally skipped to the door. I took a moment to compose myself. I took a couple deep breaths, and opened the door. And there stood Dan. I suddenly felt a bit underdressed. He was dressed very sharp, and I couldn't help but admire him. He had a button down shirt and red silk tie, black dress shoes, and his sandy blond hair was done up with some sort of mousse (which smelled really nice). His cologne was almost intoxicating. "You look nice," he said, looking me up and down. "You too," I said awkwardly, shifting awkwardly and folding my hands behind my back. "Where are we eating?" I asked, hoping to break the tension. "Oh, you'll see," he said. "We should go, we have reservations to meet." "Oooh," I said, genuinely excited. We walked out to his car, and he held the door open for me like a gentleman, which made me blush. It was getting harder and harder to remind myself that he might be doing all this in some sort of scheme to get my job. Thoughts of, "I need to be careful," were being replaced with, "It's just one dinner, what do I think he's a Machiavellian or something?" My infatuation was overruling my worries, and it was hard not to be fine with that. We talked about work on the way there, but not about the normal stuff we would talk about, like our projects. Instead we talked about office gossip, funny things that had happened with other coworkers and stuff like that. It was really nice, and I was starting to feel like nothing could possibly go wrong. I was starting to feel like it really was a date. We finally got to the restaurant, and holy carp, it was my favorite restaurant, Hell's Kitchen. How he knew this, I did not know, but now I was excited beyond words. He pulled up the entrance, got out and tossed the keys to the valet. Then he circled around, opened the door for me, took my hand and helped me out of the car. "Hungry?" he asked, extending his arm. I looked at it for a moment, and had just a little hesitation. "Yes," I said, taking it and letting him lead me in. We had a really good seat, how the heck did he pull this off on such short notice? We got sat down, and the waiter took our order. I got a small glass of chardonnay and he got a light beer. "Gotta drive later, so I'd better keep it light," he said was we clinked glasses. I took a sip, and looked around the restaurant. I couldn't, in any of my memories, think of a time that someone was nicer to me than this. It made my eyes get a bit misty. Dan noticed this. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh, nothing," I said. "This is just, really nice of you." "The night's only beginning," he replied. I ordered a spicy chicken salad, and he ordered a steak. We kept talking until our food arrived, and any misgivings I had about his intentions were evaporating. I was having the best night of my life, and I was sick and tired of letting my own insecurities get in the way. Right before our food arrived, he had to go to the bathroom. He excused himself and walked away, giving me a moment alone. I did a little fist pump and tried not to scream in excitement. Everything was going so well! He really seemed to be enjoying himself and... FLASH! The blinding flash caught me completely off guard. When it was over, I looked around feeling really dizzy. I knew that flash all too well now, even though it had been a few days since I had experienced it! The app! Had I just changed again?! But I didn't even have my phone out, how could I have changed? 'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'I need to go check and see if anything's different.' I looked around, I was still in Hell's Kitchen, that hadn't changed. It was still my birthday, I knew that. Did my name change? I thought about it and the name Francesca came to mind. Fuck, that was new! I'm not Francine anymore! I looked around and my long curls got in my eyes. I brushed them out, accidently scratching my face a bit with my long nails. Long curls? Long nails? I reached into my purse and pulled out my compact so I could take a look at myself in the mirror. Francine was definitely gone now. Francesca was way sexier, I thought with a smile. I'm sure Dan would appreciate. I had big pouty lips that were painted deep red, I had big, brown eyes and super long lashes. I fluttered them and blew a kiss into the compact, loving the way I looked. I looked down and saw I was wearing my favorite little black dress, and I had the curves to fill it. I had the diamond earrings Dan got me for Christmas and the matching necklace. I was still on a date with him, but there was a difference in the dynamic of it. My new memories said I had been seeing him for months. This wasn't our first date; it was just him taking me out for my birthday. I was busy looking at myself in the mirror, and hadn't noticed that he came back. I glanced up as he sat down, and when I saw him I got a huge rush of new memories. He didn't look too different physically, maybe a bit bigger (hopefully in more ways than one, mmmmm) but he sure was dressed differently. He was wearing a custom tailored suit that made him so sexy it was hard not to jump him right there. Wow, I was a lot more confident now, I realized. The two big memories I got were mind bending to the Francine personality. Dan was now my boss! He was the CEO of the whole company. He was a billionaire?!! And I wasn't even an engineer anymore, I was a secretary! Memories flooded, I could remember filling out the HR form saying that we were in a relationship, how we had made it official one very hot winter night (think about it), and I had even met his family. The next thing I realized was that this new personality was much more dominant than Francine or either Francis. My new feelings overshadowed the old ones by a very noticeable degree. Enough that I almost didn't see the problem with this new life. Almost. "You ok, baby?" he asked, making me squirm a bit. I loved it when he called me that. "Of course, sexy," I said, "I just have to go to the little girls room." I stood up and winked at him. "Need to powder my nose." He smiled mischeviously. "Of course." I walked to the bathroom, and made sure to give him a bit of a show as I did. My ass looked perfect in this dress. After I got to the bathroom, I groaned and decided I'd better check the damage. A new change meant more time before reversion. I realized it was kind of odd that I didn't feel more worried than I was. I reached into my clutch and pulled out my pink IPhone. Wait, that didn't seem right, I knew I had a Samsung before. Huh, I guess Francesca was an Apple girl. The lock screen had a cute picture of me and Biskit, my cute little labradoodle. I remembered her being a male boxer before, but she was way cuter like this. I started looking for the app, and for the first time, I started feeling a panic. I didn't see it anywhere. I flipped through page after page of apps, and there was nothing there. I didn't have it. Fuck, apparently I was going to have to pay for it again. I opened the app store and typed in, "Total Change App," into the search bar. Nothing came up. For the first time since the new change happened, I felt fear. Where did it go? I opened up Chrome and searched it. It popped up, so it definitely still existed, but that's when I got the damning news. It was only available for android devices! "Oh fuck!" I said as my previous personalities all started freaking out. This isn't a problem, I thought, I'll run to the Verizon store tomorrow and trade in for another Samsung. Lord knows I have the money. At the same time, it didn't seem like a good idea. A memory of Dan telling me to stick to Iphones because he was annoyed with constantly teaching me how to use an android popped into my head. Fuck, was I so stupid now I couldn't even use a type of smartphone? I tried to think of the smart stuff I used to know as Francine. I could remember some of it, but it was all greek now. In the place of this knowledge were dates and times of meetings that Dan had for the week. Oh Jesus. Realizing I had taken a considerable amount of time in the bathroom, I put my phone back in my purse. I didn't want to make Dan suspicious or anything. I turned to leave, just as the door opened and my studly ceo slipped in. "I slipped the waiter a hundred," he said, loosening his tie. "This bathroom is out of order for fifteen minutes." My heart raced, and I kicked off my shoes. A little stress reliever was just what I needed. "Babe, we don't have time for sex," he said, "I said fifteen minutes, not two hours." New memories of our phenomenal sex life came to me, and I suddenly found that all the other voices in my head were a lot quieter. The sex life was so good that it gave Francesca a lot more dominance over them some how. This was also the moment that I realized he wanted me to give him head. I licked my lips, and dropped to my knees. I could remember thinking about giving head as Francine, but being too timid to ever go there. I could even remember being disgusted by it as both Francis identities. But Francesca was an animal. She loved it. She was a fucking pro, and she could melt any man to her will with her tongue and lips. My head was getting fuzzy as he undid his fly and his half chubbed member flopped out. The fuzzy feeling in my head drowned out the cries of protest from the other identities as I stroked and then licked his shaft. "Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned as I took the whole thing in my mouth. Didn't have a gag reflex, it seemed. I started bobbing my head slowly, lightly scratching his balls with my perfect nails as I did. After a little while, I could feel his grip tighten on my hair, so I pulled it almost all the way out and licked the tip. He jerked and just exploded all over the inside of my mouth. It was phenomenal. I loved the taste. I swallowed it all and licked him clean. I stood up and washed my hands and pulled a little bottle of mouthwash out of my purse. He was panting and leaning against the wall. "Babe, you just keep getting better at that," he said, which made me feel so proud. That fuzzy feeling was starting to die down, but not enough that the other personalities had a fighting chance over it. "Come on, stud," I said, grinning at him, "I'm still hungry." Chapter 5: A troubling engagement. After dinner, we went out to the car. That fuzzy feeling was still there, but the other voices were starting to come back. I started getting a realization of what had just happened, and though I was a long way from being bothered by it, I was coming to the understanding that I was going to have to make a big decision soon. I really liked being Francesca. I was so god damned hot and confident like this, I had the perfect man, and mmmm did I like sex better this way. The car pulled up, and I could just remember that it sure as fuck wasn't a Lamborghini when we drove here. "Well, now that Dinner's done," Dan said, smiling at me, "I figured I'd drop you off at Club Steele." I screamed and hopped up and down. Club Steele was my favorite dance club. "I called your friend Amanda," he continued, "she demanded that I didn't get to keep you all to myself on your birthday." I leaned up and started making out with him. God his tongue could work magic with mine. "Thanks so much, babe," I said, after we pulled apart, "I love you!" "I love you too," he said as he opened my door. As I got into the car, I realized the exchange we just had. Holy fuck, I really was in love with him. It was hard to keep up with the conversation on the way to the club. This new realization was overwhelming. For one, it brought back the fuzziness in my head, making it nearly impossible to find a reason to want to change back to whatever life I had started out as (I think I was a guy, ew). I looked over at him, and instantly started feeling that warmth in my chest. That longing. I needed him in such a strong way, but it wasn't a sexual way this time (at least not wholly). He was so important to me. We got to the club, and I almost didn't want him to leave me, but as soon as I had stepped out of the car I heard a familiar scream. I whipped around and returned it, just as Amanda, Chelsea, and Destiny came running up to me. I hugged each of them as I heard the Lambo pull away behind us. "Damn girl, you're looking hot as fuck tonight!" Amanda said. "Let's get in there and get this girl some fucking birthday shots!" Destiny yelled. Amanda pulled out her phone and we took a group selfie, and then headed into the club. It was loud, wild, and absolutely perfect. As soon as I heard the music my body started moving against my will. I started gyrating and swaying to the beat. It was heaven. We got to the bar, and the bartender. He turned away from a couple guys and headed straight to us. "What'll it be?" he asked. "Shots!" we all said in unison. "Tequila!" "It's her birthday," Chelsea said, pointing at me. "Aw damn, happy birthday!" he said. "This rounds on the house!" We took the shots and screamed again. We ordered (cosmos all around) and found a table. "Girl, you're looking good for an old lady," Amanda said, giving me another hug before I sat down. "Thanks," I said grinning, "God I am so ready to get shitty tonight!" And it was true, I was so excited about being at the club that I couldn't even think about the changes. We had some drinks and that fuzziness was multiplied with each one. I got a nice buzz going, and found myself moving out on the dance floor. I couldn't help myself, this music was like a snake charmer and I was one hell of a sexy viper. I danced through song after song, every once in a while, one of the other girls would join in. Sometimes a hot guy would (this was ok, Dan and I had an understanding that what happened at clubs and strip joints stayed there). The music was so mesmerizing and the place had an intense light show going. I was dancing so hard and the lights were so erratic, I almost missed it when all of a sudden I got yet another flash. I paused mid dance and looked around. I knew that flash was not from the lights. It was another change. I thought about it, and then it happened again. Woah, two in a row! I decided I better go to the bathroom. I got another on the way there, and I had just enough sense of mind to be worried about it. I got into the bathroom and it was a bit crowded. I pretended I needed to fix my makeup as I started giving myself a once over. The fuzziness in my head was phenomenal. It wasn't just present, it felt good. And as I stared at myself I kept getting too distracted to notice any changes. I tried to think back on previous identities, but the only one I could clearly make out was Francesca, and she sure as hell didn't mind these upgrades. As Francesca, I was hot. And I was dressed to impress. I wasn't Francesca anymore, however. I was Felicity now. Felicity was to die for, and she was dressed to kill. I was wearing a hot pink strapless dress that clung to my goddess like curves. My boobs were so perfect that I would almost consider being a lesbian for myself (Not really, but damn they were hot). My hair was professionally done, and everything about my face screamed, "I'd like to suck your dick." That thought made me giggle because it was so true. Mmmm, just thinking about it was turning me on. I had to fight not to reach down under my dress. I kept trying to focus on everything that was happening to me, but it was too hard. My mind kept drifting to Dan. I was so excited about something to do with Dan, and now my mind kept drifting back to Dan, Dan, Dan and his enormous cock. My reverie was broken by Amanda bursting into the bathroom. "There you are, girl!" she said. I was so happy to see her. I was worried the new changes meant I'd lost my best friend! "Get back out here, we have a party to go. And you," she said, booping me on the nose, "are going to get trashed tonight." "Don't I always?" I asked with a giggle. "Yeah, but it's not always your last weekend as a free woman!" Amanda said, and then she hugged me. "I'm so happy for you!" "What?" I asked. "Am I going to jail?" "Close enough," she replied. "You are such an airhead. I'm talking about your wedding. Hello, girl! Your bachelorette party that I painstakingly put together." That was when I finally noticed the sash across her boobs. It said "Maid of Honor." I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a sparkly tiara on my head and I had my own sash. "Bride." Wave after wave after wave of new memories all hit me at once. I staggered a bit, and Amanda grabbed my shoulder. "You ok, girl?" she asked with concern. "Gimme a sec," I slurred. Dan proposed to me on a beach in Hawaii. It was absolutely the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was in that hot bikini he bought me for Christmas. We were getting married at the same church my parents got married. Our wedding was in two days! Hundreds of memories went ravishing through my brain. They were seeking out the old memories, the old identities. Snuffing them out, pushing them back, suppressing them. I knew I should fight this, but I no longer understood why. Pretty soon, the only memories I had were the fantastic memories of Felicity. I was an Angel with Victoria's Secret. I had been in a lot of shoots for them, and I was ranked one of their best models ever. I had done shoots for a lot of companies now, and had appeared in about a dozen super bowl ads in alcohol or truck commercials. I'd even done a spread for Maxim. "I'm getting married!" I said excitedly, turning to Amanda. She rolled her eyes. "Girl, you're lucky you're so hot. I swear you don't have any brains sometimes. Let's get you back out. There's a stripper with your name aaaaall over him." "Ooooh!" I said, licking my lips. "Girl, I know you're going to get married and you're going to think, 'I want a baby!' Trust me, save that shit for ten years, ok? Wait for your modeling career to be over. And then you can start a clothing line and have all the kids you want." We locked arms, and we went out the door.