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A Time For Fun "So what your saying is that we are not really sitting here" Tim joked and took a swig of his beer. Dennis rolled his eyes as he rolled another joint. This was taking a while. The latest score was mostly twigs and stems. Dennis was able to get a couple of decent joints and he was convinced that this would be the last one for the night unless they got more. That was not likely. This campus was dryer than the Mojave Desert when it came to scoring marijuana. "I didn't say we weren't here dude. That would be stupid." Dennis took a hit and passed it to his friend Tim who declined taking another swig of his beer. "It's more complicated than that. Look, there are multiple universes okay? If we did go back in time, or forward in time, or whatever we would essentially just be entering a different universe. That's why it doesn't matter if you change the past because you would be changing the past of a different universe that never had the current future and the universe you just came from wouldn't be affected because you're in a completely different universe. Do you get it?" Dennis took a hit and blew the smoke cloud proudly like he had just said something genius. The look on Tim's face was confusion. "All I know, (chuckling) is I think you are fucking cut off bro like right fucking now!" Tim and Dennis laughed. Tim started rubbing his neck again. He took a big hit in the last football game. He would recover like always but that didn't stop his body from aching from the rigorous physical assault he received in the last battle on the field. Dennis nodded, "I know dude sometimes my wrists ache like a bitch." Dennis rubbed his wrist. Tim laughed. "That's because you -ARE- a bitch!" Dennis punched him in the shoulder. Tim raised an eyebrow at Dennis after the soft hit he just received. "You even hit like a bitch. Was that seriously your hardest punch? (laughing) It kinda felt like one of my cheerleader sluts little punches they throw just playing around giggling when I'm teasing them." Dennis laughed. "Fuck off dude I work at my sport just as hard as you do." "Your sport? If you call Tennis a sport then ok whatever? That's what the cheerleaders bitch about. Saying that cheerleading is a sport. Yea right! Football is a real sport." Dennis held up his middle finger showing his State Championship ring. "If I wasn't caught smoking pot I would have gone all the way to the Olympics." Tim smiled. "There you go buddy, you should be telling girls that kind of stuff and you wouldn't be making love to your hand every night." Dennis stared at his own hand. He started thinking if he didn't get a girlfriend he might have to try to marry his own hand. He imagined standing at the altar in a tuxedo as a giant hand in a wedding dress hopped down the aisle. "Damn! I'm freaking stoned!" Dennis huffed staring at the stars. It was a clear night with a random thin cloud slowly gliding across the sky. He shook his head to try to clear his mind. "So are you still trying to pledge Delta Chi?" Dennis asked trying to change the subject. Tim laughed. "More like Delta Chi is trying to pledge me. Are you still trying to get your skinny ass into Alpha Sigma Kappa?" he joked. Dennis looked at him. "Kappa Sigma! Bro, seriously stop getting it confused with A.S.K. That's the sorority with those super smart chicks." Dennis thought about those girls for a second. He had seen them around campus. They seemed like they were always mobbed up with each other. At first he thought they were all lesbians until he saw one of the A.S.K girls making out with her boyfriend. "Come on Dennis think positive! You're just as smart as any of those girls. They should rush you no problem just give them time," Tim joked making Dennis laugh a little at that one. "That reminds me, about my next method I came up with to pick up chicks." Tim started shuffling through his phone and stopped on an image he took earlier that day. He clicked send and the text message alert hit Dennis's phone. Dennis opened the message and examined the picture. It was a picture of a piece of paper that was hanging from the bulletin in the middle of campus. Dennis pinched his fingers on his phone screen to make the image larger. The posted paper was for a "Hip-Hop, dance class". Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays: 7PM to 8PM. Dennis thought about it. It wasn't a bad idea he knew he could dance well enough to impress the ladies. He tried to imagine Tim dancing and all he could see in his mind is big muscle bound Tim standing in the middle of the dance floor looking dumb while everyone danced around him. Dennis laughed to himself for a moment. "Oh yea, I'm totally down for this." The next day after Dennis finished one of his classes he saw a bunch of the A.S.K girls in the hallway talking to each other. There were only three of them there, which was unusual as they usually had large groups. Two of them were Asian and one was a Black girl. They had attractive bodies but they were dressed like they were at a slumber party and didn't care what they looked like. Baggy T-shirts hung off their torsos and sweat pants that had "ALPHA SIGMA KAPPA" written down one of their legs. The black girl was wearing a light pair of lime green colored shorts that had "ASK" on one butt cheek and "SISTER" on the other. They noticed him staring at them and he tried to adjust his book bag pretending like he wasn't staring. When he looked back in their direction they were walking toward him smiling. "Hey! You're Dennis." She smiled and stated as if it was her idea that his name was Dennis. This girl most likely had a Pilipino heritage. He was decent at guessing what country people looked like they were from. "Let me guess." He smiled. "You're from the Philippines am I right?" He said proudly. The other girls smirked and rolled their eyes, but the girl in question cocked her hip to the side with her hand on it. "I'm from Boston. Let me guess, you're from Ireland with your red hair," she quipped making the other girls giggle. Dennis awkwardly chuckled realizing that he now looked like a complete fool. "I'm actually uh strawberry blonde, and from Charleston, North Carolina." He smiled nervously. "Ok then Strawberry Blonde, let me introduce you to my friends Kelly, and Cassidy. You can call me Morgan." They smiled and both said hi cutely. "I like your um shorts Cassidy." He smiled. "They uh fit you really good." Cassidy looked down examining herself giggling. Morgan wasn't impressed. "Real smooth Strawberry Blonde." She mocked him. "I hope you realize the way things work around here. I know that Corey is going to be approaching you some time soon to try to rush you into Delta Chi. I also know that you are trying to get into Kappa Sigma. I think we can help each other." Corey was known for going around campus herding freshman into his fraternity. Mostly, he just succeeded in scaring them. He dressed like some kind of vampire and was obviously into Goth. He hung around with a bunch of meatheads and looked out of place. His style was definitely unusual but he was lean and muscular. The rumor was he worshipped the devil and he was so powerful he could lift a car over his head. Rumors are usually highly bullshit. "Oh!" Dennis began surprised. "I didn't know Delta was interested in me, anyways aren't they like your competition?" Morgan had a serious look on her face and her friends have already begun talking to each other ignoring the conversation. "Dennis you are so wrong. That's not really how things work. You don't know how things work ok?" "I get it ok," Dennis said defensively. "You keep saying I don't know how things work ok so I don't know anything alright." Morgan tried to not look angry and calmly stated between her gritted teeth, "Stop being stupid Dennis. I know you're smart. If you weren't smart I wouldn't be wasting my time making you this offer." Dennis looked interested when she said 'offer'. He started thinking that maybe she could get him into to Kappa Sigma. Alpha Sigma Kappa and Kappa Sigma was a brother and sister organization. "Now I have your attention." Morgan smiled. She grabbed his hand holding up his State Championship Tennis ring. "You got kicked out of the sport. Why?" "Oh yea that." He took his hand back shyly. "I was caught smoking pot. So I can't play anymore. It really sucks because I was good and I love the sport." Morgan continued to smile. "My offer is that if you play the sport that you love when I tell you to, and how I tell you to, and do everything I say, I will make sure you get into our little family." Dennis knew this was a great opportunity. Opportunities like this didn't come around all the time. "Sure, Ok (smiling proudly) what did I have to do? That sounds like a deal to me." Morgan gestured to her friends and Cassidy pulled a white carnation out of her book bag and handed it to Morgan. Morgan held it in front of Dennis's face. "First thing I want you to do is bring this with you when you come to our house tomorrow morning." Dennis took the flower. "I have a class at 10 am, Professor Wright's trig class." Morgan gestured to her friends. "Kelly you got this." Kelly flipped her phone out and started dialing numbers. "I'm on it Big Sister." Dennis looked confused and Morgan explained. "You will be at our house by 8AM tomorrow and we need you all day so don't be late. Don't worry about Professor Wright we'll make sure you get marked that you attended the class." Dennis looked confused. Morgan started walking away leaving Dennis standing there holding the flower. Over her shoulder she called happily to him, "See you tomorrow morning Strawberry Blonde!" That comment made the girls giggle as they followed behind her. As soon as Dennis turned away from them to walk back to his room he almost bumped into his buddy Tim. Tim looked at the flower in Dennis's hand and glanced over at the A.S.K girls walking away. "See, I told you! Just give it a little time and some sorority will try to rush you," he started laughing. Dennis put the flower in his backpack and said, "It's not like that, and I'm supposed to go to their house tomorrow morning to help them with something." "That's weird! Help them with what?" Tim answered as they started walking. "I don't know?" Dennis said confused. He figured it was best not to mention them saying they could help him get back into Tennis. That would only lead to Tim teasing more. That night Tim and Dennis walked into the Hip Hop class. There weren't many people there. There were only nine people not including the teacher. She was college aged like them. She was most likely a senior. Wavy brown hair, fit body, she looked all business. Wearing a tight black tank top and black yoga pants. Her black headband made her look like a martial arts instructor. "Hi! My name is Chloe! Welcome to Hip Hop Dance class! I'm glad you could all make it. Regardless of your skill in a few months each and every one of you will be dancing like a pro. Let's get started!" They started by performing a group stretching exercise. Then Chloe broke them off into 3 groups of 3. Dennis was in a group with a girl named Victoria and a guy named Bruce. Tim's group had a girl named Rebecca and a guy named Clark. The third group had two guys and a girl as well. Their names were Megan, Peter, and Kurt. They all seemed to be laughing and having a great time. Some of the exercises involved a lot of cardio. Jumping from side to side seemed like the basic movement. It just resulted in performing various variations of jumping from side to side. Eventually, with the arm movements, the squatting, and the kicking, it was almost like learning to fight. By the end of class everyone was dripping in sweat. Dennis shook hands with everyone and said goodbye and the whole nice meeting you bit. After class Dennis walked away with Tim asking him, "Do you think that Victoria girl likes me?" Tim laughed. "Yea man I don't know I was to busy checking out Rebecca's massive rack. Those things are still bouncing in my head." He had a big smile on his face. Dennis thought about it and he couldn't stop thinking about Victoria's butt. For such a skinny girl her backside was very generous. Her booty had to be half the size of his entire body. She wasn't hiding it either wearing those tight yoga pants. He kept thinking she had to be flirting with him. She was definitely twerking at one point in front of him and he definitely remembered her looking back at him and winking. That night Dennis prepared for sleep in his dorm room. He had his own room, which was fairly common at this school. He had random cartoon drawings of comic super heroes hanging around the room. The only ones hanging were very seductive. Black widow's Scarlett Johansson, Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn, Cat Woman's Halle Berry, and the White Canary's Caity Lotz to name a few. These women were very scantily clad and were dressed in outfits that left very little to the imagination. That was the primary reason Dennis hung them up. Around the room dirty clothes hung from everything. Empty cans of Red bull and half opened textbooks scattered the floor. Dennis pulled the flower from his bag and noticed it was in a surprisingly good condition. He filled a red bull can with a little water and stuck the flower inside. He set the flower next to his blue alarm clock and set it for 7 the next morning. He had to be at the ASK house at 8. He flopped onto his bed and almost immediately passed out unconscious. He usually had very boring dreams but tonight it was one of the weirdest ever. In his dream he was at a party holding a cup of something like everyone else. Only in this dream he was a girl. He walked around the party and everyone seemed so friendly to him. It felt so real. He even danced in his dream with a guy! In the dream he felt like he was dancing better then ever almost like he was a pro. He kept thinking that it was a good thing he took those hip-hop classes so he could develop these skills. The guy got close behind him while he danced and he started grinding his butt into the guy's crotch. The guy had his hands on Dennis's hips and he looked in a mirror on the wall. He was a very pretty blonde girl with her long strawberry blonde hair flipped over to one side as she grinded up and down her dance partner. Her lips were so full and pink. She was wearing a sleeveless sweetheart lace panel flirty empire dress. He tried to think of the color of his dress and he remembered it was peach cobbler. "Oh my God! I love my dress! I look hot tonight!" He kept thinking as he felt his dance partner's grip tighten on his waist as he began to slam his crotch into Dennis's backside like a horny animal. He turned around and was now in the arms of his dancing partner. He looked familiar and couldn't remember the name of this guy. He couldn't ever remember thinking a guy was sexy before but this guy was intimidating. He let his hands rest on his partner's shoulders and his partner's hands wrapped around his body and began caressing his lower back. Then he remembered it was Bruce from his Hip-Hop class. "Of course it's Bruce! Oh my god Denise you're like a total ditz right now." She giggled. Bruce had a big smile on his face. Denise tried to keep her hands on his shoulders while Bruce gripped her sides. She remembered Bruce being a little taller but now Bruce was towering over her. Bruce smiled and was saying something to her but she couldn't understand. "What?" Denise yelled over the music. Bruce leaned down and slowly moved his mouth to Denise's ear. He was still mumbling. She giggled and said, "Speak up Bruce, I can't hear you." She started to play with the back of his hair a little as she stared into his deep blue eyes. Bruce cleared his throat. "Uhhh hem. I was trying to say (grabbing her face and yelling at the top of his lungs) .......WAAA! WAAA! WAAA! WAAA! WAAA! WAAA!" "AHHHHH!" Dennis yelled and rolled over and hit the alarm clock almost falling out of bed. Dennis slowly woke up from his strange lucid dream laughing to himself. The dream was already starting to fade away into the back of his mind. He realized he was dreaming that he was a girl again. Those dreams were always very pleasant and as he thought about his secret fantasy he smiled to himself. "Yawwwwwwn!" As he yawned he shook his head. "Oh wow!" he said as he held his head. "Why do I keep dreaming I'm a girl?" He thought about it more and knew he wasn't gay or even slightly attracted towards men. For some reason though he kept thinking that it wasn't unusual to dream those dreams. He thought about what someone told him, he didn't remember whom, but they said it was ok to dream he was a girl. It was normal and healthy. He glanced at the clock and realized he had to get moving if he was going to get to the sorority house on time this morning. A quick image flashed in his brain of the girls he met yesterday. He tried to think how to describe the way they looked. They were cool. He decided. He envied them. They were part of something that he was trying to be a part of. He sat up in bed and noticed the flower was still in the long glass that he put it in the night before. He walked to his bathroom brushing his hair out of his eyes. "I need a freaking haircut." He stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth. His hair was basically a pageboy cut. His teeth were sparkling white. He always had perfect white teeth. This was only true because he took such great care of them. After washing his face he jumped in the shower. He liked his smooth body wash. He didn't care what people thought. It wasn't ultra masculine, but it wasn't only for girls. Guys can use this and he knew that. He got dressed and picked up around his room a little. He had a couple books lying about that he quickly stacked on his large dresser. He was so glad he had a large mirror on this dresser, it made getting dressed in the morning so much easier. He found his white pro tennis baseball cap and wore it backwards to keep his hair out of his eyes. The posters he had hanging around his room were recently framed. He was a big fan of super hero movies. He had a lot of their posters. Harley Quinn, the Black Widow, the White Canary, Thor, Superman, Batman, the Joker. Some of the posters of the male super heroes had their shirts ripped with their rippling, bulging, muscles on full display. He knew it was Ok to look at his posters and realize that guys are just as sexy as girls are. "Guys are sometimes even sexier," he thought and shrugged and finished getting ready. In the bathroom he remembered that it was getting sunnier out so he applied a topical sunblock all over his arms and legs. Then he applied a light moisturizer to his face and rubbed a tiny bit of lip balm to his lips. "Don't want to get chapped." He smiled and smacked his lips. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and dark blue khaki shorts with a pair of black sandals that strapped to his feet. He grabbed the flower and walked over to the ASK house. He felt normal and the sun was brighter than he ever remembered. It felt strange that people seemed friendlier to him than usual. The sun was so warm on his skin. "I will definitely be getting tanned this summer" he thought and smiled. He knew he needed one he was always so pale. He wasn't nervous like he felt he should have been when he knocked on the door to the sorority. A girl answered the door wearing a long sleeve t-shirt that came down to her knees. Her hair was tied into a ponytail at the very top of her head and she stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a lollipop. She sucked it briefly them removed it from her mouth with a large pop! "Ewww a boy..." she breathed under her breathe. "Like super gross." She sucked and popped the sucker out of her mouth again and examined him. She looked almost like she was flirting with him. Dennis was beginning to get a little turned on when she noticed the flower in his hand. "You got a flower so you must be that Tennis pro." He was a bit flattered by her calling him a pro. "I wouldn't say pro, I'm good and all. But..." "They said you were really good. You better be really good, like super really good ok," she interrupted him. There was an awkward silence. "I'll try," he smiled. He stood there for a minute getting more nervous every second. She stared at him angrily for a second then opened the door all the way. "Come on in then I guess or whatever," she mumbled. Morgan from yesterday walked over to him with another girl that was obviously a senior. "Karen, this is Dee I was telling you about." "The name's Dennis," he corrected her nervously. He felt so intimidated by these women. Karen stopped examining him for a second. "What's that you say?" Karen asked. "Oh my name." He removed his hat and brushed his hair out of his face. "It's Dennis" "Dennis?" Karen looked confused. "I thought your name is strawberry blonde?" Morgan laughed. "I was just calling her that because of her strawberry blonde hair. Plus she was flirting with Cassidy. She kept saying how she thought Cassidy was sexy in her shorts." Karen looked Dennis in the eyes. "So what is it Strawberry? Were you diking on Cassidy or something? I think your just trying to get in this house to get some pussy is that it?" Dennis was super confused. "Ok first I like boys... no wait that's not what I'm trying to say. What I mean is I really like boys. Uhh (grunting frustratingly)" She thought to herself, "Why can't I say that I am a boy? I need to tell them how much I like boys. I mean that I'm a boy. Oh this is bad." Karen looked over at Morgan and asked. "When did you give this one the flower?" Morgan giggled back. "Just yesterday she's a day one isn't it cute." Karen smiled and looked at Dennis again. She remembered from checking her almanac that there was a full moon tonight. The curse that was controlling Dennis was just about to get a mega kick-start. Usually, it's against the rules to cause changes that fast on anyone but she knew how bad they needed a tennis player. "Your day is going to be super weird. I wouldn't want to be you today." They showed Dennis the tennis court and he was even allowed to use a ball machine that automatically served to him. He must have hit a thousand balls and was sweating by the end of that session. They watched him the whole time judging his every move. At one point Cassidy, the hot black girl from the day before walked by the court to watch the boy hit the tennis balls. She was wearing a tight crop top and tight shorts again. They still had "ASK" on her left butt cheek and "SISTER" on her right butt these shorts were pink. Her breasts strained her top and Dennis could clearly see her nipples. "Stop!" Karen commanded. "What is it about Cassidy that has you ogling her and interrupting your tennis practice?" "I uhhh," he stuttered nervously. "She's cool. I like her outfit, she has great taste ya know." Karen wrote something on her pad and allowed him to continue the practice. After they observed his obvious skill for a few more hours he was told he could use their shower. The bathroom was so feminine. He felt slightly embarrassed that they had the same body wash that he used at home. He was given a fluffy pink towel and a fluffy pink robe to wear after the shower. Morgan entered the bathroom and opened a drawer in a cabinet to show him some hair care products. "I just brush it out a little that's all." He smiled. She ignored him and brushed his hair for him. It was down to his neck halfway between the back of his head and the top of his shoulder blades. After she brushed it out she handing him a white hair band. "What's this?" he asked. "Your hair band you wore when you came over here today," Morgan said with a straight face that still had on odd smile to it. "Oh yea," Dennis smiled. "I forgot for a second." He used it to push his hair back and adjusted it on the top of his head. He started remembering this morning almost grabbing his black one, but he knew that would become hot in this heavy sun today. The white one would be so much cooler. Morgan left and came back in placing a pile of folded clothes on the bathroom counter. "Your clothes are all wet and nasty from your sweating so you can have an outfit from me. These really are clothes I don't wear anymore so consider them yours." He picked up a pair of plain white panties examining them. The pink lace rim around each leg opening and the waist looked very feminine. "I figured you didn't need a bra, I kind of noticed you're still flat chested. Sorry to say but true." He couldn't remember ever needing a bra ever in his life. Even the thought of him wearing one was foreign to him. It felt oddly wrong for a reason he couldn't think of. "Yea ok thanks Morgan," he said and she left him to get dressed. He wore the panties, the shorts, and the top. The shorts were mostly black but had a red trim. The K-Swiss logo was written small on one of the legs. The shorts being very small was his first thought. He tried not wearing shorts this short because His legs were so feminine. He twisted his leg around and thought, "They do make my legs look really good." As he twisted his leg to see his butt in the mirror he noticed that these shorts were similar to the ones Cassidy was wearing. "ASK GIRL" on the left butt cheek, and "4 LIFE" on his right butt cheek. The top was a feminine styled Adidas red tank top. His chest was visible below his neck because of the low-neck line. He grabbed his pecks and started to think they were growing. "Am I growing breasts?" he thought confusingly. He remembered Morgan just telling him a few minutes ago how he didn't have breasts. "Yet!" So that's why she didn't give him a bra to wear. He puffed his chest out and looked in the mirror sideways standing on his tiptoes with his hands on his hips. "She probably should have given me a bra, I might need one," he giggled to himself. He remembered that it was sunny and looked around for sun block. He found some in a tube that read, "Super Sparkle Screen UVA 30+ Sparkling pink glitter Strawberry scented." He picked it up and examined it. "Strawberry sun block, well I guess my nick name in this sorority is strawberry." He rubbed it on his arms and legs and noticed that it was strawberry scented but it also left a pink glitter all over his body. "Well that's interesting," he giggled. Looking at his face in the mirror he rummaged through his white handbag and retrieved his strawberry chap stick and applied it generously to his lips. He smacked his lips and left the bathroom with his small white leather bag. It was so useful to carry things like his keys, his chap stick, his ID card, and even his phone. He loved his I-Phone. He recently remembered getting a new case for it. It had glittery stars and planets all over it. "Space phone," he giggled. Later that day he ran into his buddy Tim. Tim snuck up on him and smacked him on his ass. "Hey there buddy what's up?" Tim laughed. Dennis shoved him as hard as could (which wasn't very hard) and said, "You're a jerk!" while he rubbed his now stinging ass cheek. Tim really cracked him hard. "Check this out." Tim took off his shirt and twisted his back to show his friend a bruise on his shoulder. "Oh wow!" Dennis gasped. "Does that hurt?" He poked it softly. "Ow! Babe! Don't touch it all right it still stings," Tim complained and put his shirt back on. "Aw poor baby! (Dennis mocked him) Do you want me to kiss it & make it better?" he joked. "I got something you can kiss." Tim laughed and grabbed his own crotch. Dennis froze as he noticed that Tim's penis was hard in his pants. "That thing is huge," he thought. He felt his nipples slightly harden. He retrieved his chap stick from his bag and applied a little more to his lips, as he couldn't stop staring at the outline of Tim's cock in his pants. "Hey," Tim snapped his fingers laughing pulling Dennis from his trance. "Are you hungry?" Tim asked. Dennis still had the image of Tim's cock in his mind as he answered the question like a zombie. "Yes, Tim, I am hungry," he said quietly. "Cool," Tim smiled. "We can go get some cheese steaks. How about that you want a cheese steak?" Dennis held his own head. "I feel dizzy. Tim what is wrong with me?" Tim examined him. "You didn't smoke some weird joint at that sorority you went to this morning did you?" He noticed Dennis's short black shorts with the red trim and the ladies Adidas tank top. Then he noticed how Dennis's body was hairless and had some kind of pink sparkle to his arms and legs. He sniffed the air briefly and detected that Dennis smelled of fresh strawberries. He then noticed Dennis's hair looked longer than usual; he had it held back by a white headband that crowned his head. He looked very feminine. Tim thought about that. Dennis was always a bit girlish though and ever since he started wearing his strawberry lip-gloss he often smelled like fresh strawberries. Tim didn't complain. What was he going to be upset that his friend smelled good? Most of his guy friends smelled horrible. Dennis smelled wonderful. As he continued looking over Dennis he watched as Dennis stared off towards a couple of guys from the football team joking around on the other side of the grassy field they stood in. Dennis stood with his feet planted about shoulder width apart and tilted his head back and shook out his hair behind him. "When did his hair get so long? It goes to the middle of his back now!" Tim thought as he watched. Dennis then fisted his hair and gathered it into a high and tight pony tail on the back of his head and began tying it off with a diamond blue scrunchy. Dennis smiled cutely at Tim and said, "Ya know what I'm not really hungry anymore. I think I'll go back to my room to study. I did skip one of my classes today. I'm going to be hopping like a bunny rabbit trying to catch up to everyone else if I don't study." Tim felt a strange attraction towards Dennis. He never noticed how much his friend resembled a cute girl before. "Not cute," he thought. "She's stunning." He kept thinking of his friend as a girl. "Yea well you could study in my room ya know. Then we could order a pizza or something." Dennis thought about it. "How about I cook something for you?" He smiled eagerly. He had a sudden urge to cook something. He wrote out a list of ingredients for Tim to buy at the store and Dennis skipped off back to his own room to change his clothes. At Tim's room later his friend Nolan decided to drop by to play some call of duty on Tim's play station. Tim and Nolan hammered away at their controllers and Nolan kept glancing into the kitchen area as Dennis was whipping all of them up some dinner. "So what are you dating her now?" Nolan asked as he played the game. "Dating who?" Tim asked confused and got killed again in the game. "Denise, are you dating Denise? Who the hell do you think I'm talking about?" Tim glanced over at Dennis. He was wearing one of Tim's old football jerseys that was fitting him like a dress. Under the jersey it looked like Dennis was wearing spandex shorts and a sports bra. His hair pulled back and held by a large white hair clip. It looked like Dennis was wearing a pair of small silver earrings and was definitely wearing make-up. "No I'm not, we are not like that, we're just friends," Tim mumbled as he stared at Denise bending over to clean up an egg that fell on the floor. The jersey lifted past her butt and Tim felt his manhood stiffen as the spandex shorts hugged Denise's butt cheeks and the band on her lace panties peeked out over the shorts. "That's surprising I thought you two you was an item always seeing you two together. You don't mind if I ask her out then do you?" Nolan asked bluntly. "What? Oh uh yea no whatever that's cool bro." He was ignoring the game and Nolan. The real show was in the kitchen. "Fuck!" Denise shouted as she pulled the jersey over her head. "I got food all over your Jersey. I'm so sorry Tim I promise I'll wash it." She stood there in her red sports bra that struggled to maintain her breasts as they oozed out the sides and the top. Her shorts were so tight the boys could see her camel toe. She stood there facing them in her 4 inch heeled sandals that lifted her butt nicely improving even more on her luscious figure. "Dinner is ready. It's just cooling off a little it's still to hot." She brushed some hair behind her ear. "Not as hot as you," Nolan smiled. "Come over here." When she did Nolan held her hand and said, "Turn around for a second girl let's see that ass." She giggled and faced away from them giggling as Nolan started fondling her butt cheeks and giving them light playful spanks. "Gawd damn Timmy! I can't believe you never hit this? This girl got that porn star booty just begging for some dick." Nolan pulled out a switchblade and cut a hole in her shorts and panties ripping them open from her crotch to her butt hole. "Denise I want you to walk backwards until you are sitting on Timmy's lap over there." She did the backwards walk awkwardly giggling. Timmy felt possessed as he pulled his pants down and popped out his large cock. Denise climbed up into his lap backwards and sat down on his prick impaling her self slowly onto his manhood. Nolan soon stood and walked over releasing his organ as well and shoving it into Denise's mouth as she rode reverse cowgirl on top of Tim. Back at the Ask house Morgan was calculating numbers. "The full moon starts next week right?" she called out into the house. In unison most of the girls called back "Tonight!" Morgan thought about Dennis's transformation and said, "Whooops!" Gwen, one of the older girls peek her head around the corner and said, "You didn't do what I think you did I hope." "Yupperz." Morgan laughed. "I totally fucked that one up. I'll go out looking for her." Gwen laughed. "Now just where do you expect to find a girl in her unfortunate condition?" Morgan shrugged. "Strip clubs I guess?" she asked and walked out the door. The next night at the beginning of Hip-Hop dance class Victoria and Rebecca stood talking to each other. "Things are acting really strange again Becky," Victoria complained playing with her hair. "Oh not again," Rebecca sighed. "Are you still seeing your therapist Vicky?" Vicky continued touching up her make-up in the ladies room and adjusted her breasts that over the year she has grown accustomed too. She only recently had become a female through some kind of process that still wasn't clear. The only thing she knew for sure was Rebecca was her only friend that believed her because she was there when it happened. The therapists she was seeing helped her overcome some of the original brainwashing she received during the transformation. Now instead of lusting after guys.... the thought of guys still gave her a sexy chill that runs up her back. Instead of focusing on sex when these thoughts would manifest her therapist has helped her replace them with positive affirmations. There are many of various personal chants or thoughts that creep into her mind to block the original "Naughty girl" program sub-routines. During any given weeks she focuses on around 3 or 4 of them intensely and they have tended to change over time. Currently, as she stared into her own eyes in the mirror she began her mantra. "I love being a pretty and feminine girl. I want to always think about how to better improve and feminize my body and mind. Makeup, dancing, smiling, and pretty clothes help boost my feminine beauty." Rebecca was staring at her smiling when she finished her chant. "Ready for class now princess?" Vicky smiled and tried to forget the feeling that something was off. She didn't know what it was so why worry about it anyway? "Of course!" she chirped. "Time to burn off those mocha lattes we drank earlier!" she giggled and walked out the door towards class. Becky followed grunting and saying, "Uhhh don't remind me, and I think all that dairy went straight to my ass girl." Morgan and Denise were standing in the dance studio waiting for class to begin. They both were wearing yoga pants and sports bras and had their hair up in ponies. Morgan was quietly talking to Denise. "Tell me again what we're doing here." Denise fidgeted, tossed her hair in frustration, and wiped a tear from her eye. "I have to cancel out my old life slowly to not cause any ripples in the structure of the universe," she repeated uninterested as she started checking out some of the hot guys that just walked in. The night before Denise had a wild sex orgy with her friend Tim and their other friend Nolan. After Tim and Nolan fell asleep from exhaustion Denise fixed herself up and hit the streets looking for more action. Luckily, Morgan found her first and coerced her to returning to the ASK house where several girls helped subdue her. After the sun came up she felt like a regular girl again. Now Morgan was dragging her off to Wednesday night's Hip hop dance class. Morgan kept saying weird things to her she didn't understand and it was getting really annoying. Why couldn't Morgan just let her go flirt with these cute boys? "What is she my mother or something?" she thought angrily which caused her mind to snap again and the thought. "Morgan is my Big Sister I will follow her every suggestion.", started repeating in her mind again. Chloe, the instructor, stood at the front and started the class. Checking the clock on the wall she smiled and began by saying. "Welcome everyone, it's so good to see so many of you returning again for another class. I see some people are not here and maybe they are running late but we'll press on regardless. I also see new faces, which pleases me very much. For all the new people let's go around and introduce ourselves." That started everyone saying his or her name, which grew into added commentary. "Hi, my name is Megan, I'm a sophomore and I'm an Art History major." "Kurt, uh my name is Kurt (everyone laughs) Hi I guess. Here to.... ya know...... meet new people and stuff..... I think?" "That's okay Kurt that's what we're all here for." Chloe smiled. "Hi, I'm Peter, I can't dance for shit so hopefully I can pick up some moves." The class laughs again and Chloe smiles. "Welcome Peter, let's try to refrain from using language that might offend people okay Peter?" Peter shrugs. "Oh yea sure! I'm sorry." "Hi I'm Bruce," Bruce said bluntly. And there was a brief silence as that caught Denise's attention. Denise faced Bruce smiling. "Hi Bruce! I'm Denise & I'm definitely like super single!" She giggled causing the class to erupt in laughter. Morgan yanked Denise's arm back in frustration. As the laughter in the room calmed Morgan introduced herself. "I'm Morgan, Denise's Big Sister so don't worry I'll keep an eye on this girl." Morgan noticed Megan mumble under her breath as she shot a heated glare towards Denise. "Little freshman whore." "I'm Rebecca, Everyone can call me Becky if you want." Multiple people say, "Hi Becky." "My name is Victoria Houston. I am a junior in my studies and I plan to earn my degree in physical fitness next year. I plan on becoming a personal trainer so this class is totally perfect for me." "You'll get a fantastic workout here I promise you!" Chloe smiled. Chloe scanned the class and her eyes fell on a student that hadn't spoke yet. "I remember you from yesterday. Your name is Clark isn't it? Go ahead and introduce yourself to the class. Don't be shy." Clark spoke up. "I'm not shy! My name is Clark. I'm a junior and I'm actually taking a lot of medical classes right now. I plan on becoming a physical therapist." Chloe smiled. "I guess that means you are learning some pretty good massage techniques." Clark smiled. "Yes, I have my own massage table in my room actually. I'm always looking for any girl that needs a good rub down." Bruce interjected. "What's up Clark? Only girls get a massage? You won't rub me off if I ask you nicely?" The class erupted in laughter again. Chloe put her hands up smiling trying to restrain herself from laughing. "Okay class. Calm down it's time to break up into groups. (Counting everyone) We have nine people today so let's get three groups of three. Group One I want Victoria, Clark, and Kurt over here (pointing to her right). Group Two is Peter, Rebecca, and Morgan over here. (Pointing to her left). In the center for Group Three can I please have Denise, Morgan, and Bruce?" Everyone shuffled and walked to their group area. Morgan noticed she was in a different group then Denise and worse than that Denise was paired off with Bruce and Megan. This couldn't be good? "Miss Chloe, can me and Megan switch groups so I be with my little sister?" Morgan asked. "Just call me Chloe please. Remember I'm a senior just like you Morgan and no you can't switch. This is my classroom and I plan on everyone achieving success so I broke the groups up in this way for reasons you probably can't understand. Therefore, nobody is trading here. So what's it gonna be Miss Morgan? My way (extending her arms out) or the highway (pointing toward the door)?" Morgan quickly responded. "Alright, I'm passed it, can we move on? The groups can stay the way they are so can we just move on now? Forget I asked." Chloe cleared her throat. "I'll move on when I'm ready to move on. All the rest of you guys and girls got the freakin message? (Clearing her throat) See? Now I'm getting so worked up hollering at this class I can't even talk. (Clearing her throat again)." She looks around at the class and says bluntly, "Ok! Let's go to work!" First they started with a group stretch that was basically a mini yoga session. Chloe opened a long bag and pulled out 9 ft. wooden poles and handed one to every one. She stood at the front of the class and had everyone perform striking movements while yelling out a strange word. "SHHHH NUUUU!" "SHHHH NUUUU!" Peter whispered to Morgan between strikes, "Do you know what we're yelling?" Morgan smiled as she continued to strike and yell. She was Pilipino so anything Asian everyone considered her an expert. She whispered back, "It's Japanese. In Japan, 'Shinu' means 'Die'!" Chloe stopped the exercise. "Some kind of discussion going on over there you wanna share with the rest of us?" Everyone stood silently as Morgan wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I was helping Peter with....." "YOU!" Chloe interrupted. "..........Are going to start doing mountain climbers until I tell you to stop!" "Yes Sensei!" Morgan yelled and started her mountain climber exercise. Megan raised her hand, which earned a heated glare from Chloe. "What is it Megan?" Chloe asked irritated. "I ummmm (looking at Morgan killing herself performing mountain climbers) I kinda thought we were here to learn to dance?" Everyone seemed nervous and uneasy about the path this class was starting to take. Chloe dropped her staff and walked over to Megan until she stood in front of her. "Hit me!" Chloe commanded. Megan weakly push the staff towards Chloe and received a smack across her face. A tear rolled down her cheek as Chloe stood emotionless. "I said hit me." Megan swung harder but in her back swing Chloe throat chopped her. Megan started coughing. "I didn't hurt you that bad stop coughing right now! You better hit me as hard as you can or I will hurt you bad." Megan took a step back and swung with all of her might. Chloe easily pulled the staff from her hands and faster than lightning wrapped it around the back of Megan's head and jumped in the air kneeing her in the forehead causing the back of Megan's head to break the staff as Megan tumbled to the floor. The class was terrified. Chloe resumed her position at the front of the class and picked up her staff again. "Let's continue." The training commenced. As the class resumed Chloe guided them through various yoga type meditations. Finally, after what felt like forever, she turned on some dance music. Everyone swayed and danced to this music until Bruce noticed Megan not getting back up. She was just lying on the floor next to the broken wooden staff. Chloe chanted something strange and everyone froze. She had stopped time but no one could move but her. She chanted again and opened a large purple and blue spinning portal. She grabbed Megan by the foot and dragged her off into the portal. After she passed through she dropped Megan's foot. She was in a room that was bright white. The ceilings, the floor, and the walls were all bright white. A voice came over an overhead speaker. "What went wrong this time?" Chloe shook her head. "Well, I got a little to physical with Megan Brown." "A little?" the voice asked angrily. "She's fucking dead!" Chloe huffed. "I know she is dead. Can you fix it?" -silence- "You lost your feminine privileges for this screw up." Chloe was visibly upset. "That's not fair I can't be Corey again. I'm still Corey in that timeline. What is there going to be two weird Goth kids named Corey walking around now?" -Silence- "That has been fixed. You will be the only Corey. You will still teach the dance class. You will still live at Delta Chi. You are currently now the boyfriend of Megan Brown." Chloe looked down at the dead girl lying on the floor. "Ok well my girlfriend is dead ok." "That has been fixed. Your new mission is to pledge Tim Rose into Delta Chi, teach the dance class 3 nights a week, and avoid murdering any more people or causing any more time rifts that require repair. This is your last chance. If you fail to complete this mission in one week or if you cause any more time rifts you will be erased from existence. Do I make myself clear? Corey?" Corey looked down on himself and saw he had been transformed back into his male persona. "Sure thing voice. I promise not to fuck this up this time" Corey smiled and then chanted strange Slavic words. "Otworzy? now? ?cie?k? czasu" He walked towards the opened portal but before he could walk through Megan jumped up and ran through it. -Silence- Corey froze not because he was frozen but just from sure shock. Apparently Megan was still alive. "What should I do?" Chloe asked and immediately looked down on herself as she noticed she was again female. -Silence- "We have decided to allow your feminine persona to resume as you apparently have not committed murder." -Silence- Then the voice continued. "Your new mission is to work in a beauty salon and transform a Victor Houston into Victoria Houston." A new portal door opened. "We will make adjustments to the timeline where appropriate and contact you again once your task is complete." Chloe walked through the portal shaking her head. "What a freaking mess I made again. I only hope I don't get punished like what happened to my trainer." She thought and vanished through the portal. The white room was empty and silent, as another portal appeared when the one Chloe walked through closed. Megan walked through the portal. She looked calm and dressed in a cheerleading outfit. She looked around. She was older by a few years. -Silence- "You are not supposed to be here Megan Brown" the voice said uncertain of this new development. Megan smiled. "Actually, you sent me here from the future." -Silence- END OF PART ONE