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My name is Sam Clarkson. And as far as I can remember, this is an accurate description of what happened on Halloween, the year I was 13. My parents had gone out to a party, leaving me and my 10 year old sister, Tina, home alone. We were allowed to be home without a sitter, as long as I promised to be responsible, and to take Tina trick or treating. "OK, this is our chance!" I said. "What do you mean?" said Tina. "Well, since we moved into this house, some of the stuff is still in boxes. And I'm sure I saw a box of magic stuff in the spare room cupboard." "But we're not allowed to do magic without Mum or Dad being there!" "Oh relax, it'll be ok. I'm a teenager. If I'm responsible enough to babysit, I reckon I'm responsible enough to do magic!" You see, our family belongs to a clan which can do magic. You might think magic is not real, but in fact there are certain groups who practise magic in secret. Our clan is one such group. And I knew my parents had a few items which were magical. I went to the spare room, and Tina followed me. I opened the cupboard, and sure enough, there was a storage box. It wasn't taped shut properly, because I guess they'd opened it since the move, so I was able to look inside. "Aha!" I said. "This is one of my favourites, the Halloween Wand." "The what?" "The Halloween Wand. As you know, most of our clan's magic can only be done on special days, like a full moon or Halloween. This Halloween wand is really cool. It grants wishes, but the wishes only last until midnight on Halloween. Here, watch..." I thought for a moment, and continued, "I wish we had a 100 gram bar of the best marzipan and chocolate!" There was a flash, and a chocolate bar appeared. I took a bite, and it was indeed marzipan inside. My favourite. "Here, take a bite!" "Thanks." She took a bite. "Not bad. But why didn't you wish for more?" "Because it's going to disappear at midnight anyway. So there's no point wishing for 100 kilograms of it, because the wish gets undone at midnight and so it will vanish." "OK, can I try?" I handed her the wand. "I wish for a packet of M and Ms." A packet of M and Ms appeared. "Hey, this will be great for trick or treating costumes!" she said. "But don't you see? We don't need to go trick or treating if we have this!" I said. "We can stay home and eat and watch TV." "But I still like trick or treating! I wish... I was dressed like Anna from Frozen!" There was a flash of light around her, and when the flash was gone, Tina was in a perfect "Anna from Frozen" costume. The dress, the auburn hair, the two long plaits, everything. She still looked like Tina, but in the best possible costume you could imagine for a 10 year old version of Anna. "What did you do that for?" I said. "The wishes can't be undone, so you're stuck in that costume until midnight!" "I don't mind. I love it!" "But it's lame! You're meant to be something scary for Halloween." "Girls dress up as Disney princesses for Halloween all the time!" "Well, girls do lots of silly things!" I shot back. "Like wanting to trick or treat when they can just wish all the chocolates and candy they want." "You're just no fun!" she pouted back. "I wish you were a girl, you'd be much more fun!" ***** Uh-oh... As soon as she said, "I wish you were a girl," there was another flash. Only this time I felt it flow right through me. "What..." I began. I knew I felt different, I knew what I'd heard her say, but it took a few seconds to register. I looked down at my shirt, and two small mounds were tenting out, complete with the outline of a nipple on each one. There was no doubt what they looked like: female breasts. Nervously I raised a hand to give one of them a feel. It was so strange. Not only did it feel incredibly soft, but I could tell it was part of my chest, because my chest could feel my touch. They were real. "HOLY CRAP I'VE GOT BOOBS!" I pulled the neck line down a bit and looked down under my shirt to confirm it. "You've given me boobs! What am I going to do? I look ridiculous." I stopped and thought. "Oh no!" I turned my back to Tina and felt my crotch. Nothing. I felt left, right, up the pubic mound, and down under. My penis was gone. "Holy crap Holy crap Holy crap!" I felt down there again. "I CAN'T FIND IT!" I screamed. "I can't feel it. Holy crap Holy crap Holy crap what am I going to do." "My voice! My voice has changed too!" I began to sob. "You did this to me! Why did you do this? What am I going to do?" "Keep calm..." she began. "I can't be like this! What am I going to do?" "It's not so bad," she said "Not so bad? I don't have a... don't have a..." My voice dropped. "...dick!" "So? You don't need one. After all, girls don't have them, and we manage just fine. And I happen to think they're silly. You'll be better off without one. And anyway, it's only for tonight." "But you're used to it!" I squealed. "No one's going to expect me with boobs and a high voice. What are people going to think?" "Relax. It's Halloween. It's the one time of the year everyone can dress up crazy. Heck, even Dad wore a dress the other year." "Yeah but he still looked like a man in a dress. I look like a girl. I.... I AM a girl for tonight!" I went to the bathroom to have a look at myself. At first glance, nothing had changed. I had the same face, the same short hair, and I seemed to be about the same height, maybe the slightest bit shorter. But it wasn't hard to see that my shirt was a little loose now, nor was it hard to see the outline of boobs it was covering. My pants still fitted, though perhaps a little tightly around the hips. "Look what you've done to me. I don't look like a boy or a girl. Just some sort of freak!" "Sam, I'm sorry. The words came out wrong. But being a girl is great. Just enjoy it!" "What am I going to do?" "Well, you're got to take me trick or treating." "No no no. Just no. I'm not going out of the house like this." "You have to. You PROMISED Mum and Dad that you would. That's the only reason they let you babysit." I thought for a while. If I didn't take her out trick or treating like I promised, I'd be in even more trouble. Especially since it was me who took out the Halloween wand when I wasn't allowed to. "Well, I guess so. But I can't go out like this." "That's easily fixed! I wish you were dressed like Elsa from Frozen!" "Wait stop-" I began. I wanted to at least choose my costume. But it was too late. Once again I felt a flash of light around me. I looked again in the mirror. Now I looked just like a 13 year old Elsa, except the face was very much mine. There was the flowing light blue dress and long blonde hair. A bit of makeup, eye shadow and lipstick - just like Elsa has in the movie - made my face more girly. Down one side, again just like Elsa, was a long blonde plait. I pulled at the hair and it was obvious that it was a wig, in fact I could lift it a little and see my ordinary short hair underneath. But after a few moments, it was like the wig magnetically pulled my hands back to put it into place. So I wasn't glued to the costume, but I couldn't get out of wearing it. I took a closer look at the light blue Elsa dress. Compared to before, when my shirt had become loose and the boobs didn't really stick out much, the boobs were much more pronounced. I could also feel I was wearing a bra, which I now realise is why the boobs stuck out more. Just like in the movie, the dress had a relatively modest neck line. So while the boobs were obvious, I wasn't showing any cleavage. So although I could tell I had boobs, it wasn't obvious to an observer whether they were my boobs, or fake costume boobs. As for height, I now seemed slightly taller than before. I lifted the dress hem and I could see I was wearing feminine blue shoes, just like Elsa's, with perhaps a 2 inch heel. And the makeup and lipstick was immaculately done. So the overall effect was interesting. I passed as a very pretty 13 year girl, but the lack of cleavage, or anything else unambiguously female, meant I also looked like Samuel Clarkson dressed incredibly realistically in an Elsa outfit. That was important, because the rule in our clan - and indeed, in all magic clans - is that we must never let the wider world know that we can actually practise real magic. It is always necessary to have an "alibi" when we do real magic, otherwise as a last resort the leaders have to go in and alter the memories of non-magical people who witnessed the magic. So in this case, the alibi was that I was just dressed up as a girl for Halloween. So although I had been transformed into a girl in an Elsa costume, I should be able to get away with pretending I was really a boy, if anyone recognised my face. It was about as good as could be hoped for, under the circumstances. "See, now we can go trick or treating!" I scowled at her, but there was nothing much I could do. "OK, but let me at least go to the bathroom first. I don't want to be stuck having to go girl-style away from home. You go put the wand away!" So she went out, and I locked the door. I hoped that, since I could temporarily remove the wig, the magic would let me pull down the panties - or whatever I was wearing - and use the toilet. I lifted the dress, and sure enough, I was wearing light blue panties, complete with a little bow at the front. It was so strange to look down and see completely flat panties, with nothing bulging out. I pulled them downwards and, sure enough, the panties came down. I looked in amazement, and a little shock. To someone who had been male for 13 years, it was the strangest sight. My penis was gone, of course, and all I could see was a neat little bush. I ran a finger through, and felt the folds of flesh underneath the hair. They felt a bit like the outside of my scrotum, but now these folds were my outer labia. So it felt like I could touch my scrotum, or something which felt like my scrotum, but my balls and penis had disappeared to inside my body. I sat on the toilet and tried to work out what to do. Eventually I relaxed and the pee came streaming out. It made the girly "pffffft" sound I'd heard Tina make when we were younger. A little splashed on the edge of the bowl and I found I had to lean forward slightly. Finally it was finished, though I could tell I had to wipe. I dabbed around with toilet paper until everything seemed to be dry. Wow, I thought, I'm glad this is only for one night! I pulled up my panties, noting how snug they were and there was nothing to adjust. I flushed, washed my hands and came out. OK, let's do this, I thought. It's Halloween, and probably no one will recognise me anyway. "Is the wand away?" I asked. She nodded, but I wanted to check. So I headed back to the spare room. Sure enough, it was away. I closed the box and the cupboard, so hopefully there was no evidence that we had been in there. My plan was to take Tina trick or treating, then get home and go to bed before Mum and Dad got home, and wait for the magic to wear off at midnight. Hopefully they wouldn't find out I'd used the wand, and I wouldn't get in trouble. Of course, by now I wished I'd never got the wand out, but I had to make the best of a bad situation. ***** We walked out the door. The heels weren't very high - maybe 2 inches - but they were enough to force me to walk very deliberately, so I could barely keep up with Tina. The first house we got to was Mrs. Smith next door. "Hello, who's this? Tina... and Sam! Well Sam, you've certainly outdone yourself. You look as much a girl as Tina!" Sigh, if only she knew the truth, I thought. She gave us candy, we thanked her and we were on our way. The next house was someone we didn't know. "Hello girls, don't you look beautiful! You're dressed as the girls from 'Frozen', aren't you? What are your names?" "Tina," said Tina. "Sam," I said. It didn't seem worth trying to explain that I was a boy dressed as a girl to a stranger, when in reality I was a girl anyway, and looked and sounded like one. And Sam conveniently can be short for Samantha. "There you go," she said as she gave us candy, "are you sisters?" We nodded. "Just like the sisters from 'Frozen'." She obviously had no idea I was actually (usually) a boy; she just thought I was a genuine girl. And so it went on. We didn't meet anyone else we knew, so they all just assumed I was a girl called Samantha. But the fact that Mrs. Smith had recognised me, had me worried. Obviously the change wasn't enough to stop people who knew me from recognising my face. Of course we passed other kids from time to time. Most of them were younger than us, but occasionally they were the same age. Fortunately I went to a school a little further than the closest school, so most teenagers didn't recognise me. Eventually though, we came across my best friend Dave. He was walking his little sister Sally. Dave, like Mrs. Smith, knew it was me. "Well Sam, that's quite a costume!" he said. "Hehe thanks Dave," I said, trying to lower my voice a little so I sounded like a boy. "Tina dressed as Anna from Frozen, and we sort of had a 2-for-1 costume thing going" It was the best alibi I could think of. "And it is Halloween after all." "Not bad, not bad at all. You're quite the hottie. If I didn't know you were Sam, I think I'd fancy you." "Heh thanks," I said again. He paused, "No, really, you do look gorgeous. I don't know who helped you with that but they did an amazing job." He even started to go red, and I could tell I was blushing a little myself. "Well, I'll see you around. It's been nice talking to you." "Nice talking to you?" I thought as he walked off. I realised that, at the end there, he was really talking to me like I was a girl. That was really awkward: we were like a shy boy and girl starting to flirt! I was beginning to wish we could turn and head for home. But Dave was heading that way, and I was in no mood for walking with him. ***** So on we went. The meeting with Dave had really shaken me up. Who else was going to recognise me? A few minutes later a pair of girls caught up, who were going the same way as us. "Tina!" the younger girl exclaimed. "Debbie!" said Tina. They exchanged a hug. Debbie turned to the older girl, who was about my age. "Angie, you remember Tina, she is my best friend in dance class. Tina, this is my older sister Angie." "Hi," said Tina. "Debbie, Angie, this is Sam." "Hey I love your costume Sam," said Angie. "Thanks," I said. "Tina's my sister and I've got to accompany her anyway, so I thought I might as well get into the spirit of things and dress up." "Yeah, I'm on little-sister-minding duty too," said Angie with a little eye-roll. "What school do you go to?" It turned out we went to different schools, which didn't surprise me because I didn't recognise her. It was soon apparent that Tina and Debbie were very good friends, even doing little dance steps together as they walked down the path. And so we became a group of 4. Tina and Debbie walked - and skipped and danced - ahead. I found myself chatting to Angie as we walked behind. As we talked, I found I was enjoying her company. Whenever I talked to a girl I usually got a little rush of excitement. But this was different. This was like talking to a guy friend. Except that we talked so much more than I ever did with my male friends. Over the next half hour or so I learned all sort of things about Angie - about her family (just Angie, Debbie and their parents), how she did dance like her sister, the music she liked, her school, and even a bit about a couple of (so she said) cute boys at her school. It was around then that I had to remind myself that she had no idea that I was really a boy. But by then it seemed too late to correct her. So I just kept talking, basically just gender switching the details. Fortunately she didn't know much about my school, so the truth seemed to work there. I told her I played a little basketball (which I actually did, though I hadn't this year since changing schools when we moved), so that seemed a reasonable alibi for not doing any dancing. (Because, for all I knew, most girls took dance lessons at some time). The weird thing was, I found myself comfortable. For those first few houses, and especially when I saw Dave, I felt awful, and had a feeling of dread. But now I was actually beginning to enjoy it. I was enjoying the compliments Angie and I were getting for being such pretty young women, as well as commending us on looking after our younger sisters. But even more, I was enjoying making friends with Angie, and talking girl stuff. Even BEING a girl was starting to feel nice! I enjoyed having a high voice and giggling as I talked to Angie. I enjoyed wearing the dress. Sometimes boys would smile and look and my chest, and I realised I was starting to enjoy the feeling of having boobs. The absence of a penis still bothered me, but that was easy to put out of my mind. At one moment I paused and thought, I shouldn't be liking this so much! But it was true. Angie's company had really lifted my spirits, and I was starting to enjoy this. Eventually Angie said, "So Sam, are you and Tina coming to the party at our house?" "What are you talking about?" I asked. Angie called out to her sister, "Debbie, did you invite Tina to the dance class Halloween party?" "Oh no, I totally forgot!" said Tina. She turned to me, "Sam, Debbie invited me, but I forgot. But can we go the party at their house? Pleeeeeeeease!" I couldn't think of any excuse not to, and besides, I was enjoying this experience of being a girl and making friends with Angie. So it was settled. We followed Angie and Debbie to their house. Big mistake. ***** When we arrived at Angie and Debbie's house, there was no one there except their parents. "Hi girls," they said. "Oh hello, that's Tina isn't it?" her mother said. "I love your Anna costume Tina," she said. "And, this is Tina's older sister Sam" said Angie. I smiled and accepted compliments on my Elsa costume. Well, now this whole family thinks I'm a girl now, I thought. I really am getting in deep here. I'll just have to be in character as a girl all night until we go. Tina went to Debbie's room while I followed Angie to her room. I dropped my trick or treat bag there. I was about to go back downstairs again, when Angie spoke up. "Could you just give me a hand with my other costume?" she asked. Before I knew it she was standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties. Normally I would have been drooling, but it did nothing for me, except that I felt a little embarrassed. I helped her into her Cinderella dress, and zipped it up at the back. Then we went back downstairs. It was a very nice two storey house. There was plenty of room inside, but it also had a very impressive patio and pool area outside. People began arriving for the party. it was a mixture of younger ones Debbie and Tina's age, and older ones our age. The first family to arrive only had young kids, about Tina and Debbie's age. The next two families each included a girl about Angie's age, so Angie introduced them to me, and the four of us formed a little group, chatting. It was weird being part of this girl group, and yet I reminded myself, that is what I am at the moment. It was easy to forget I was a girl, but I was reminded of it every time I spoke; or thought about the bra I was wearing; or most of all, thought about how I felt "downstairs" and how I could sort of sense my penis was not there. The two girls each had a slightly older brother. As time went on, I found I was drifting out of the girls' conversation - since I knew nothing about dancing or their opinions on "The Bachelorette" TV show - and found myself listening to the boys as they talked about cricket. [Here in Australia, cricket is the main summer sport, with the season beginning in October - remember October is the start of the warmer season in Australia]. I even offered opinions on why so-and-so should be in the Australian team, and how the Australian team was going at the moment. As we talked, I realised that they making little comments and flirting with me. It's probably good that two of them were there, so neither really came on strong. Then I realised, with shock, that I was getting all giggly and flirting back! I didn't know why, but somehow I was slipping into girl behaviour even in front of guys. Anyway, the six of us: four girls (if you count me) and the two older boys, made our way out onto the patio near the pool; giving ourselves a little space away from the parents and younger children. All was going well. I was sampling life as a girl and beginning to enjoy it. I liked the girl talk, and I liked the attention from the guys. And no one suspected I was normally a guy. In retrospect, I was enjoying this a bit too much. ***** Then another girl our age arrived, and I realised with horror that it was a girl called Talia, one of the girls from my year level at school. I didn't know her especially well - I didn't even know her surname - so I kept talking to the boys and hoped she wouldn't be introduced to me. But I was annoyed at how stupid I'd been - it hadn't crossed my mind that someone from my school might go to the same dance class as Angie! But I should have realised, since after all my own sister went to the same dance school. But then, worse, another girl from my school came. This was Katy Banks, and I certainly knew her because I shared some classes with her. Katy looked at me, and I could tell that she recognised me, or at least thought she recognised me and hadn't placed me yet. Then I realised that I'd done something else stupid: I hadn't made up a different name for the night. If I was introduced with a name other than Sam, I could have pretended I was my own sister or cousin. But now, if I was introduced as Sam, I'm sure Katy would realise it was me, a boy from school. This would be a disaster at all sorts of levels. I couldn't very well say I was magically changed into a girl for the night, because one of the first rules of being in a magic clan is that you must keep the magic secret from non-magical people. So instead I'd have to say I was just dressing as a girl for Halloween. This would get me in all sorts of trouble for pretending to Angie I really was a girl, and even letting her get changed in front of me. It would also lead to no end of teasing at school. When I saw Dave in the street I wasn't so worried, because I was sure I could trust him. But if anyone else from school thought I was dressed as a girl, they would be no end of the teasing. And then, who should I see walking though the house, but Dave again! What was he doing here? And what was I to do? In a panic, I headed over to talk to him before he came and joined the group. "Dave, what are you doing here?" "My sister Sally does dance with Debbie, same as your sister. Didn't you know that?" "Oh, yeah," I remembered. "But I didn't expect to see you still in that outfit Sam. Pretty brave, if I might say so." "Yeah about that. I need a favour. A HUGE favour" "What?" "Look, I only dressed like this for Tina's sake. But what's happening is that anyone who doesn't know me, thinks I'm really a girl. So I've made friends with the girl who lives here. She's called Angie and she thinks I'm a girl called Sam, and her friends think that too. I'm trying to avoid Katy and Talia, so hopefully they'll just think I'm some random girl they don't know, but everyone else here thinks I'm a girl called Sam too. So could you just go along with it? It'd be soooo much less complicated if we just pretend I'm Samantha. Please?" "Sure bud." Dave thought for a moment. "But hey, here's an idea. Do you want to reveal yourself later on? It'd be a hoot!" Yeah right, I thought sarcastically. Except I really am a girl at the moment. "No Dave, I can't. I've been chatting to Angie all the time we trick or treated. If she found out I'm a guy she'd be furious. She even got changed in front of me in her room!" "Really? How'd she look?" "I tried not to look much. But still, she'd be horrified if she knew she got changed in front of a guy! So let's just maintain the charade, and I'll try to take Tina and leave soon. It'd just be a disaster all round to reveal myself." "OK," said Dave. He smiled. "Anything for a cute girl like you." He pulled me and gave me a little hug. We both stopped in shock. I felt myself blushing, and I could see Dave was blushing too. "And, um, please don't tell anyone what I just did either," he said. "It's just that, you're, you're really convincing." "Those things even felt real when we hugged!" he whispered, looking at my chest. "Really, I don't think anyone's going to think you're a guy. Your costume is incredible. That's why I forgot myself and gave you a hug. It's all so realistic!" He raised his voice a bit. "Another drink Sam..." Katy looked over at me again. She'd heard him say "Sam," and I'm sure she knew Dave and I were close friends at school. I'm sure that, by now, she had an idea it was me. This was starting to get dangerous for me, but I just had to hope that there was enough doubt in her mind that she wouldn't say anything. As this point I really should have heeded the danger signs, and left the party. But apart from the looks from Katy, I was enjoying myself too much. So I waited while Dave fetched a drink, and we wandered back towards the older boys, while I tried my best to keep by back to Katy and Talia. I managed this for a little while. A couple more girls came, and one guy, and I didn't know any of them so I guess they were from Angie's school. So the group of us teenagers on the patio was a bit bigger, I guess now it was about ten people, and it was getting easier to avoid eye contact with Katy. I did see her looking at me with a puzzled look a couple of times, but the group was big enough, and she wasn't next to Angie so it didn't look like she was going to ask who I was. So at least at the moment, it seemed ok. But when the next group of people arrived, I knew I was in trouble. Two girls and a boy, all from my classes at school. There was Lachlan, and his twin sister Emma, and Emma's friend Lucy. Again, I guess it was because Emma and Lucy went to the same dance class as Angie. And I was pretty sure any of them would recognise my face if they got a good look. I knew it was time to get out. Even not counting Dave, there were now five people from my school there: Talia, Katy, Emma, Lucy and Lachlan. It was only a matter of time until someone heard me called "Sam" and worked out I was (supposedly) a boy dressed as a girl. Then I'd have to admit I was "really" a boy, and get subjected to all sorts of teasing, not to mention how angry Angie would be. So even though it would be awkward, I knew it was time to get Tina, and leave. I made an excuse to Dave and the other boys, and tried to get around the group of girls talking in a circle, and headed for the door. And it might have worked, except for those darn heels. ***** The trouble was: the group was quite large by now, so it was hard to squeeze past. As I walked around the circle of girls, I tripped on a gap in the patio. Then I missed my footing as I tried to put my foot down. I tried to keep my balance, but I couldn't. I let out an involuntary squeal... and fell into the pool. I surfaced, and thought... Oh shoot. I was very aware I'd let out a loud, high-pitched squeal. Then I began thinking, "This is going to cling to my body when I get out." I'm going to have to just pretend I'm female (well, it's not pretending), I thought. Hopefully Dave won't get a good look at me, and no one else from school will realise it's me. But it got worse. "Sam, your wig..." someone called. How did the wig come off? Magically I was not able to change costume, and yet there was the wig, floating in the water. Anyway, I reached over to get the wig. There was no point trying to put it back on, it was totally wrecked. Then I realised one of my shoes had come off too. So I swam to the edge, dumped the wig on the side, took off the remaining shoe and also put it on the side, and then ducked under to retrieve the other one. As I surfaced, I could hear murmuring. I heard the word "Sam" a few times. "Isn't that Sam?..." "That's Sam from school!..." "I KNEW that was Sam..." (that one was Katy) "I thought that was girl..." And so on. I realised I was in deep trouble. I had been unmasked, and most of the people from my school, both boys and girls, knew I was Sam. And yet I couldn't leave, because I was in a soaking wet dress. What was I to do? I swam to the steps and got out of the pool. I must have been quite a sight. A girl's body, but with short boys' hair. Hopefully the people from my school still thought I was a boy, but the way the wet dress stuck to my body, I wasn't sure. And hopefully Angie wasn't too puzzled by the short hair cut. Anyway, Angie didn't say anything about it. She'd gotten a towel, and handed it to me as I came up the steps. I wrapped it around myself so my shape wasn't too obvious, and hopefully the school people just thought I was male Sam in a dress. Which would be super embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as them finding out I'd been turned into a girl by magic. "Here, come inside and we'll get you dry," she said. I dried my feet and lower legs so I wouldn't get the carpet wet, and went inside. "I'll find a plastic bag if you want, Angie," said Sonya, one of the girls from Angie's school. ***** I followed Angie upstairs, to the bathroom next to her bedroom. "Here, dry yourself with this," Angie said as she handed me a towel. I began drying myself through the dress as best I could. I'd barely touched my new breasts before, and it felt really strange as I gingerly dried myself around my chest area. They were so soft, but also a little sensitive. I turned around. Sonya was there with Angie. "That dress is going to have to come off," Angie said. Oh no, I thought. They mustn't see me naked. It'd be a nice "out" if they weren't certain afterwards that I was a girl. But then I remembered the magic: the dress won't come off anyway. "It's ok, I'll just dry the dress as best I can," I said. The problem is, if you remember what Elsa's dress looks like, it's a long flowing dress, even with an extra back part which looks like a cape or something. So it was really heavy from the water, and really hard to move in. And it was impossible to dry. "No look, I insist. I'll lend you something of mine to wear," Angie said. "Come on, arms in the air, that dress can't stay on." What could I do? I felt I had no choice. I lifted my arms, and Angie and Sonya each took one side, and pulled the dress up off of me. I was waiting for the magic to stop the dress coming off, but nothing happened. The dress came off without any resistance. "Your bra and panties are going to have to come off too," said Angie. "Do you want me to unhook it?" By now I was too stunned to do anything else, so I said "OK." My back was still turned to them, so she unhooked it in an instant. Then with my bra off, I looked in the mirror, and got a complete look at my breasts for the first time ever. Realising my eyes were on them a bit too long, I gathered my thoughts and dropped my panties too, then stepped out of them. I looked at myself in the mirror again, not quite believing my eyes. Somehow, seeing my full body made the absence of a penis even more obvious. There was no doubt: that was a nude teenage girl in the mirror; and that girl was me. I turned back around to accept the towel from Angie. Angie and Sonya, of course, didn't think anything was out of the ordinary. I could feel myself getting aroused by this, both at the visual confirmation that I was a girl, and by Angie and Sonya seeing it. For a moment I got that "I'll need to stop the erection coming on" feeling; before I realised that wasn't necessary. But whatever the feeling I was getting, it was a lot like the stirring down below when an erection is beginning. I began drying myself. I wasn't sure how to dry boobs, but managed to do it gently. Then I began drying my crotch, unable to get over how strange it felt rubbing around there with no penis or balls there. It was odd doing this in front of Angie and Sonya, but they had obviously seen it all before, and looked in other directions, rather disinterested. As I dried myself, I tried to work out how this had happened. My best guess is that the chlorinated water ruined the wig enough to break its magic, and that broke the spell of the entire outfit. But now I had a new problem; Angie and Sonya had seen me full frontal naked, and knew with 100% certainty that I was a girl. So the "boy dressed as a girl" story was completely implausible, at least to them. My only hope now was to get Tina and sneak out of the party, and hope they wouldn't tell my school friends what they saw. Angie spoke up and interrupted my thoughts, "Wrap it around yourself, and we'll go into my bedroom and try to find you something to wear." I struggled for a few moments trying to wrap myself in it. Of course I knew it had to wrap above the boobs. So I tried my best to tuck it in to itself near my armpit. "Do you think this will stay on?" I asked. "I think you're safe for the walk to my bedroom." Angie opened the door and did a quick look. "OK, let's go." A few moment later, Sonya gave me the bag with my wet dress and underwear, "Here are your clothes." Then she shut door and left, presumably going back downstairs, leaving Angie and me in Angie's room. ***** Once we were in her room, Angie said, "I can lend you a bra and panties. What size are you?" "I'm... I'm not sure." I tried to think quickly why: "I usually just grab whatever's in my drawer." "Well if you don't mind, just take the towel off for a second." I unwrapped the towel and just stood there nude in front of her. As in the bathroom, this gave me a bit of a thrill, but she obviously thought this was entirely normal. "I think you're pretty close to my size." She picked a white bra and pink panties out of the drawer. "Here, try these on." The panties were no problem of course, though I was surprised at the width of my hips. "I think these might be a little tight," I said. "Let me see," she shuffled around in her drawer. "Try these, they're a bit old and stretched." And she handed me a light pink pair. I stepped into them and pulled them up. They seemed to fit perfectly, though it felt strange to pull them right up against my crotch without them squashing anything, and to feel my bush gently push the front of the panties out slightly. "You can keep them if you like, they're a bit old and stretched for me." She paused and then said, "You've got nice hips, you know that?" "Thank you." I smiled shyly. "Here, I'm pretty sure this bra will fit you." The bra was entirely foreign, of course. I managed to work out what holes to put my arms through, and to pull it up sort of over my boobs, but then I had no idea. Luckily, I thought of an excuse. "Could you give me a hand? My arms are a bit numb from the cold water." She came over and helped. In contrast to my bumbling efforts, she efficiently pulled one cup over each breast with a minimum of fuss, and then did it up at the back. "You might want to adjust the girls slightly," she said. After a moment I realised "the girls" were my boobs. Just like when your foot isn't quite in the right position in a sock, or your junk isn't quite in the right position in your underpants, I managed to adjust the positions of my boobs. "How's that?" I asked. "Looks good. Look in the mirror, I'd say they're a pretty good fit." I checked myself out in her mirror. Finally, for the first time, I could take a good look at myself without appearing weird. So I took a long look, and drank it in. Even after all I'd been through, it blew my mind. I could not believe that they were my boobs pushing out of the top her bra. I could not believe that I now had such narrow shoulders and waist, like I had been shrunk right down to an 11 or 12 year old boy - though of course the boobs meant I was far from a young boy. And the narrow waist and shoulders were such a contrast to the wider hips. And most of all, of course, there were my panties; completely flat at the front, tucking tightly underneath, leaving absolutely no room for any male equipment. There was even a faint outline of a cameltoe further down below. Yet again it confirmed: I was female. Again, as in the bathroom, I began to get aroused at the thought that I was now a girl. I could feel that stirring again, but of course no erection. But thoughts of arousal went away when I thought of my predicament. What was I to do? I had to pull myself together, decide what to wear, and somehow grab Tina and get out of this party before it could be confirmed I'd magically turned into a girl. "I don't know if my pants will fit you, but you can wear this sundress," said Angie. She handed me a colourful floral dress. At least that was easy to slip on. Angie had also dried my shoes off. So I was ready to leave. ***** "I think I'll grab Tina and go now," I said to Angie. "We'd better be getting home, and it'll be good to get into my own clothes. I'll get your clothes back to you in a few days." "OK, well it's been lovely meeting you, and I'm so sorry your night got messed up by falling in our pool." 'You don't know how true that is!' I thought. So I took the plastic clothes bag, as well as my trick or treat bag. But when we got down to the lounge room, the younger group wasn't there. "They must be down by the pool," said Angie. Oh great, I thought. There goes my plan for sneaking out the front door. So I went out towards the patio. But there, just inside the door, were the kids from my school, and when I came up there was quite a commotion. Sonya was with them too, so I'm pretty sure she'd told them I was a girl. "See, she is a girl!" "So you really are a girl?" "Why'd you pretend to be a boy?" Dave just looked at me dumbstruck. I tried to walk around the group, but it was too late. "Sam... you're a girl?" asked Dave, looking at my chest. I looked down, and realised the sundress showed the tops of my boobs a little. There could not be any doubt that this was my actual skin and these boobs were real. "Of course she's a girl," said Angie. "That's not possible!" he continued. "I hope no one's been spreading silly rumours about her," said Angie. (Trying to be helpful but actually sealing my fate). "She got changed out of her wet clothes in my room, and I can assure you, she's all girl!" "So... so... why have you been pretending to be a boy at school?" asked Dave. I was stuck. What could I do? We're not allowed to tell non-magical people about magic, so I had to think of another excuse - quickly. Finally I had an idea: "I'm, well, I'm a bit of a tomboy. Well, a lot of a tomboy. So when we moved and I started at this school, I thought I'd cut my hair short and dress as a boy. And just call myself 'Sam' rather than 'Samantha'." "But it sort of got out of hand, so I've just let people think I'm a boy all year. But... over the year I've been growing... here," I said, pointing at my boobs. "So... I thought tonight would be a good night to dress up, as a way of 'coming out', I guess." Now it was Angie's turn to be dumbstruck. "So that's why you had so much trouble with the bra?" she asked. "Um... yes," I said. "So are you trans?" asked Dave. "No of course not!" I said. Looking back, it might have been better to say "yes." But now I was committed. "I don't believe it!" said Dave. "Well, I believe, but it's still unbelievable." I tried to think of what else to say, "Well look, sorry if you guys and girls think I misled you. But really, I've got to go now." All sorts of talking and commotion broke out, but I decided it was best to just leave. I went and found the group of younger people, and tapped Tina on the shoulder. "Tina, we've got to go now!" "Aww, do I have to?" I pulled her aside, and whispered, "People here think I'm a girl now. They'll probably work out we used magic so I'm in BIG TROUBLE. And you'll be in trouble too, because you did magic as well. So we need to get home before any more damage is done." I could tell by the guilty look on her face that I'd convinced her. So she collected her trick or treat bag. As Angie walked us to the door, Dave came up. "Um Sam... uh, do I still call you Sam?" "Yes, Sam is fine." "Look, I'm sorry I reacted like I did. I know we should accept everyone. You can still hang out with us guys at school if you like." "Thanks Dave." I smiled. Then Angie said goodbye and gave me a hug, and Tina and I left. ***** As we walked home, Tina asked me: "So what are you going to do?" "Well we need to tell Mum and Dad, unfortunately. Then they, or the Wizard Council, will do a memory spell on the people at the party. But they'll need to do it tonight, because Halloween is when magic is the strongest." Unfortunately I didn't have my phone with me - perhaps in the shock of the initial change I forgot and left it at home - so I had to wait until we got home. When we got home, no one else was there, so I went to the land line and called Mum. "Hi Mum!" "Who's that?" "Sam." "You don't sound like Sam." "Yes, there's been, um, a little accident with magic. We used the Halloween Wand and, um, somehow, Tina turned me into a girl." "What! You kids! Well, I hope no one saw you!" "Well that's the problem. Tina insisted we go trick or treating. So lots of people saw me." "What! Did they recognise you?" "Yes." "So you told them it was a costume?" "It's worse than that. I fell in the pool, and I think some people from school know I was an actual girl. I think we need someone to do a memory erase." Over the phone I could hear Mum swear. Then some talking in the background. "Sam used magic tonight and got seen. We need to do a memory erase!" More noise on the other end of the phone, as all hell broke loose. ***** So here I was, still a girl and still wearing Angie's sundress, in my lounge room. It was about 10.00 at night, and with me, Mum and Dad in the lounge room were five members of the Wizard Council, including the chairman, Mr. Eastwood. Tina and I had both told our sides of the story. Tina had already had a stern talking to, and been sent to bed. "So Sam," began Mr. Eastwood. "Let me get this straight. It was you who went and got the wand, against your parents' permission?" "Yes, Mr. Eastwood." "And it was you who showed Tina how to use it?" "Yes." "And after she accidentally turned you into a girl, you still went out trick or treating?" "Yes." "And got seen?" "Yes." "And then, you went to a party, where several students from your year level at school were, including your best friend?" "Yes, but I didn't know they'd-" "Quiet! Let me finish. And you fell into the pool so they could see you were actually a girl?" "Yes, but that was an accid-" "It doesn't matter!" he cut me off again. "And then you undressed in front of two girls?" Too upset by now, I just nodded. "And then you even SAID that you were actually a girl pretending to be a boy at school?" I nodded again. "So, six students at your school, plus some students from another school, know you are a girl?" Again I nodded. "And not to mention if they told other people at the party, including adults." Mr. Cromer spoke up. "It's even worse than that. Two girls have posted about this on Facebook. One has even posted a photo of Sam getting out of the pool. Probably half your year level at school knows." "We just don't have the resources to erase so many memories. Especially in less than 2 hours," said his wife, Mrs. Cromer. "But what about the people at school who know I'm a boy?" I interjected. "But who KNOWS you're a boy, with 100% certainty?" asked Mr. Eastwood. "Because, if I've got this right, you haven't played sport since going to the new school?" "Yes, but sometimes guys have seen me use the urinal. My best friends Dave and Sean would have." "Any others?" "Maybe Andrew Sims. But that's still three guys." Mr. Cromer spoke up, "We can cast memory spells on those three. All we have to do is remove their memories of using urinals this year. People don't tend to hold strong memories of that sort of thing, so the spell should be doable." "Certainly easier than wiping dozens of memories from tonight, when they heard something so memorable," said Mrs. Cromer. Her husband said, "I'm looking up those three addresses now." Mr. Eastwood looked over at my parents. "I assume you know what I mean?" My father nodded. "Yes," said Mr. Eastwood, "Sam will have to stay as Samantha, and you'll all have to tell people that he was always a girl, like he did tonight. It's the only way to keep our magic secret. Is that acceptable to you?" My parents looked at each other. "Yes, that is ok." "What about me?" I piped up. "Don't I get a say?" Mr. Eastwood looked at me sternly. "You have made enough decisions tonight. All bad ones. Now, we are the ones who make the decision... Not that we have an alternative." He paused. "We will alter the spell so that you don't change back at midnight. That is the council's final decision." "But... but I don't want to stay a girl!" "What's so bad about being a girl?" asked my Mum. "I... I'm not used to it!" "It'll be fine, sweetheart. You can skip school tomorrow and I'll take you out shopping, and I'll show you how to live as a girl." "And I'll contact the school in the morning," said my Dad. "Explaining that there was a mix-up, and you were a girl all along." "But what about my old school?" "It'll be ok," said Dad. "We've moved a fair way from there. But if anyone asks, we can say that you lived as a boy until puberty." I looked around, frightened. But I had no choice. Mr. Eastwood said a spell over me, and it was done. ***** I woke up the next morning. After a few moments, the memory of last night came back. It can't be, can it? Slowly I ran my hand down my stomach. Then over the front of my pyjama bottoms... It couldn't be, but it was true. No dick, just flat panties; and underneath the panties, all I could feel was a smooth, soft mound; gently curving around to the top of my legs. And as I felt lower down, instead of balls, I could feel my labia, and the gentle outline of the vertical opening in between. It was true. It wasn't a dream, and I hadn't changed back. I was stuck as a girl now. ***** Later, as promised, Mum gave me the day off school and took me to the mall. We bought a whole range of girl clothes and underwear, and at home she showed me how to put on a bra, as well as dealing with other female clothes such as skirts. When I returned to school the next day, I was already enrolled as a girl. The girls, especially the ones who had been in the party, accepted me pretty quickly. So this is my life now. I'm a girl, and there is no changing back. I have to wear bras. I have to sit to pee. I have to cope with periods. I have to be used to being smaller and weaker than boys. And, though it's just starting, I have to get used to boys hitting on me. And the strange thing is, even though mentally I hate the idea, I find myself liking it, which frustrates me even more. So I'm getting used to it, but I guess a better description is: I'm resigned to it. I know that 50% of the population has to be female. But I didn't have to be one of them! I had a chance at being male, and threw it away, because I was careless with magic, and then made a whole series of bad decisions. The moral of this story, for anyone reading this, is be careful with magic. I thought the Halloween Wand would do nothing more than give me a bit of fun for one night. But instead, it changed my life forever. The End. ***** [Please comment if you like this! The feedback here is the only feedback I get.]