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MAGIC AND MALICE AT THE MOVIES A GENDER SWAP TALE Rachel Rose Parker Are you still there? Are you ready for part 2 of the story?? The last chapter wrapped up with Steve not only finding himself trapped in a job in a cinema unable to control himself after trying to help his friend Joey, but things got a whole lot more messed up when he stopped being Steve and she became Stephanie. I'll be posting further parts of the story every few days, but if you want the full story ASAP, it is available on Kindle, just search my name. Please do enjoy, and I'd love to read any feedback! It's so nice to hear what people think of something that you dedicate so much time into! And speaking of, thanks a lot to everyone for the support for part one. This writing business can be a lonely endeavour, but when you leave feedback or reach out to me, I know we're all a part of this! **************** Chapter 4 I cupped my new breasts. They were more than a handful. I reached to the back of my head, finding exactly what I feared; a long ponytail hanging out the back of my cap. "Now, you two stop mucking around, get your uniforms in order, and get back out on those tills. We have customers." "You... I... But..." I stammered. "Hey." Mr Williams pointed a finger. "Do I need to be a bit more creative to get the point through to you?" Joey jumped in. "No, Mr Williams, sir. Message understood loud and clear." "Good." He eyed her suspiciously, but then turned and strode out of the room. "Now get back to work." I stood, looking down at myself, barely able to comprehend what was happening. I look up at Joey. Before, I was a few inches taller than her. Now, I had to tilt my head to properly face her. Her eyes were wide open with shock. She was formulating some sort of plan to deal with the inevitable hysterics I could feel bubbling up inside of me. I look down at myself again and opened my mouth to try say something. "I... This can't be..." My voice sounded so high pitched, the resonance I'd been used to since my voice broke as a teenager gone. And with that, I started to shake and my mouth strained as tears welled up in my eyes. Jumping into action, Joey grabbed me by the arm. "No, no, no. Ssh, it's ok. It's ok." I couldn't control myself; I reached around her for a comforting hug. Whereas moments ago, Joey's head was resting on my shoulder, mine was now resting against her bosom. I blubbered into her shirt, trying (but mainly failing) to maintain some composure. "You're ok. You're ok. We'll figure this out." I looked up at her, to her comforting face. It calmed me somewhat to see she wasn't freaking out. Slowly letting the embrace part, I rubbed my eyes clear and forced out my first comprehensible words, "I guess we're both in the same boat now." Joey's smile was lined with sadness. "I guess you're right." We stood silent momentarily. I cleared my throat, trying to regain control. "So, what do I look like? Am I hot?" I sardonically asked. Joey's eyes lit up. "Come with me." She took me by the hand and led me out of the storeroom and down towards the staff toilets. I briefly paused as she went to pull me into the ladies instead of the gents. "Sorry, hun. But this is your door now." She gave a quick scan of the stalls to make sure they were empty and locked the door behind us. Turning me towards her, she looked me dead in the eye. "Ok, this is going to be really weird for you, ok? But you just got to roll with it. Take a second to take it all in, but try not to freak out too much, ok?" I nodded. "I'm here with you. Just remember that." She turned me to face the mirror. I was not prepared for what I saw. Staring back at me was a beautiful young woman. Even in the work uniform, including trousers that now hugged my hips a lot tighter than before, it was undeniable. My face was round and cute, with a button nose and soft, full, pink lips. Thin eyebrows sat above my long eyelashes, with my hazel eyes becoming a standout feature on this canvas of nonthreatening beauty. I could still see me in the face, but the jaw was so much softer. Heck, all the features were. It looked like my nose, but thinned out and given a very slight upturn. My hair was now blonde, which was a change. I had brown hair all my life until right now. It was quite a bright blonde, so there was a high chance it wasn't necessarily natural. Tied in a ponytail and hanging out the back of my work hat, the golden mane fell down to the middle of my back. It took me awhile before I could move away from gazing at this new yet so familiar face to see the rest of me. I was curvy. My eyes were instinctively drawn to my chest. Getting a good look at them, I'd say my breasts were easily a D-cup now, if not a bit bigger. They were held up in place by a lace bra, a slight weight tugging against my shoulders from the straps. That'd been something strange to have to get used to. My waist curved in before flaring out at my widened hips. Turning to the side to get a better look, I could see that I had booty! That was the kind of ass people checked out without even realising they were drawn to it. It certainly didn't help that my new feminised uniform had much more form fitting slacks, which looked almost painted on against my enlarged behind. The same went for my shirt. It felt like my breasts stood out dramatically from my body, drawing the eye to them. I reached up to my opened collar, fiddling with the buttons that were now on the opposite side. "Wow," was all I could say. "Yup." Joey stood behind me, analysing me as much as I was analysing myself. I was literally a head shorter than her. I couldn't have been more than five foot tall. I'd lost about a foot. Everything felt slightly higher than I was used to, and my centre of balance seemed different. "I'm gorgeous..." I couldn't help pointing out. "Haha, not quite the reaction I expected you to have, but hey, it's better than freaking out." I turned side to side for a look from all angles. Man, I would easily be an eight out of ten. Maybe a nine once out of this uniform. My eyes drifted to the name tag sticking so far out from my bosom, almost leading the way ahead of the rest of my body. "'Stephanie'" I sounded out. It seemed to wrong. "Welcome to the team, Steph," Joey joked. I shot her a 'seriously?' look. I caught it in the mirror and blushed at how cute I looked when I tried to look serious. It might be tough to get people to see me as more than attractive... "I look younger. Do you think I'm younger?" "Only one way to find out." Joey made her way to the lockers at the side of the room and started searching through the bags in them. "What are you doing?" "When I first changed, I found all my bits changed with me. My clothes. My social media. My phone. And I had a... A-ha!" She pulled out a plain black handbag. "Here we are. Your handbag." I was uncertain as she handed it to me, taking it with caution as if it might crumple into a thousand pieces if I wasn't careful. Opening it up, I could see an iPhone like my own, except in rose gold and with a cover that had glitter built in to it. Then I got a hold of my purse. Strange that I now had a purse. I unzipped it and pulled out my ID. Joey peaked over my shoulder. "Nope, same age," she read. "Guess you're just one of those ageless types. Be sure to hold on to that ID. I'd say you're going to need it." My face went even redder at the idea of being mistaken as a minor. I hadn't been IDed in years. Not long ago, I had a beard, for Christ's sake! My ID and all my bank cards had my new name, Stephanie, but otherwise seemed unchanged. Same second name, same birthday. Heck, the numbers seemed familiar so they probably hadn't changed. The world seemed to be ready for me to be Stephanie. In fact, it probably only knew me as Stephanie now. The only ones who didn't were Joey and I. "So, what now?" I hoped Joey would have an answer. "We figure out a way to turn ourselves back, but Mr Williams has a lot of power. We have to be really careful. You've seen what he can do, and I bet this is all only the tip of the iceberg." "Ok. What do we do?" "Right now? We go back to work." Chapter 5 I begrudgingly made my way back to my till and kept working away just as automatically as I had before. There were small differences in it now though. Since I was so short, I found myself popping my head up in a perky way to be able to meet the eyes of the customers, which made me seem like I had more 'pep' than I was comfortable giving. Because my hands were smaller, I now had to grip most of the drinks with both of them to be able to hand them over, and they definitely felt heavier than before. My arms were pretty damn thin, so I guessed I had lost a lot of my muscle mass. There were other frustrating happenings that really caught my attention though; almost every man who came up to my till would catch a quick glimpse down my top. Since most of them towered over me now, they were getting a nice clear line down. Once I noticed, I buttoned up my collar all the way (adding to my already dorky look in the uniform) but little good it did. They instead just caught a glance at the mounds that were my chest before hastily trying to pretend they didn't just do that. And I came to dread running out of popcorn boxes or soda cups and having to turn around to grab more from the press, feeling their stare at my ass as I bent down. It was so objectifying, but I couldn't bring myself to frown at the customers, let alone tell them where to go. The thought crossed my mind that with my new diminutive stature and non-threatening high pitched voice, it probably wouldn't have much effect even if I was able to do what I wanted. I was relieved as the evening wore on that there were no more screenings left to sell tickets for. Since the only customers who'd be entering the foyer were stragglers looking for extra popcorn or snacks, most of the tills, including mine, were closed. Thinking I might be able to slip away early, I was caught off guard again, as I found myself grabbing a sweeping brush and clearing up the fallen and crushed popcorn and straw wrappers from around the room, no prompting needed. I guessed it was good that I wasn't having to actually learn how to do all these work tasks on top of all the changes I'd gone through that day. My feet were aching after being on them for the whole shift and my lower back was feeling a strain from the new weight on my chest. I guess that was something I'd have to get used to, for now at least. Not long after, the remaining patrons left the cinema, me giving a hearty smile and 'Thanks for coming' as they passed by. Once they had left, I could feel my own control over my facial muscles returning as I dropped the smile and let out an exhausted sigh. Looking around the near-empty foyer, Joey was finishing up a conversation with Mr Williams before heading over to me. "What's going on?" "Huh?" She seemed like she was coming out of a daze. "With Mr Williams. What was he saying to you?" "Oh. Nothing important. Hey, did you check out the roster?" "It didn't even cross my mind... I'm not in here much, am I?" "Oh you'd better believe it. Three evenings and all weekend. Just like me." "Aw, man..." "Don't you mean 'aw, girl'?" She shot me a cheeky grin. I groaned at the terrible joke, but at least she seemed to be past how distressed she was earlier. "Come on," she continued. "Grab your bag and let's get out of here." *** The tug of the handbag straps on my shoulder felt so unusual. I felt strangely vulnerable walking outside of work with my bag of valuables so flimsily protected. I was used to having just my wallet and my phone, and having those jammed into my front pockets with no chance of anyone being able to grab them. Now, I was carrying so much more with me. I had quickly peaked into the bag when I was grabbing it, only to hastily finish my examination when I spotted tampons in there. That was a new experience I wasn't quite ready to face up to yet. Walking along the deserted streets with Joey, lit only by the sparse street lights and occasional car, the new perspective on the world was hitting me. I was so much shorter now, probably a good foot shorter than when I still had a dick, and if I was approached by anyone or got into any sort of altercation, there was little chance I would be able to hold my own. What a scary thought... Joey talked me through some of her experiences changing gender, how awful it had been with no one noticing, not even me, and that apart from the job in the cinema, her life was generally what it had always been, but with subtle differences that had really taught her a lot about the gender divide she had never really paid attention to before. When I asked her to elaborate, maybe prepare me, she said I'd understand soon enough. We reached our diverging point. "Ok, I'm this way. Will you be ok to get to yours from here?" "Yeah, I think so," I said. "My parents will probably be asleep when I get in. It's strange to think that when they see me, they won't give a second thought to the fact they're not really seeing me." "I get you. But I guess that you are going to have to get used to this being you. For now, at least." I stared at the ground. That wasn't as easy to accept as she made it sound. She could see she'd concerned me. "Hey, listen, it'll be ok. If Mr Williams could do this to us, he has to be able to undo this. We will figure it out. Now that it's the two of us, we will do this, ok?" "Ok..." knowing we were in it together did help, but the nagging concern of never being the guy I had grown up as again scared me. "I'll meet you at yours tomorrow for class, ok?" "Class?" My eyes widened. "I can't go to class! Not looking like this!" She laughed. "Don't worry. As far as everyone's concerned, you'll have always gone to class looking like that. Oh, and hey, give yourself a few extra minutes in the morning for your first shower in your new body. Trust me." She winked. She hugged me goodbye and made her way off in the other direction. I continued on towards mine. I was only a few minutes away, I would be fine. But as I walked solo, fear crept over me. I felt like a walking target in my red uniform, butt and breasts jiggling as I hurried my pace. There was always the worry about getting mugged when walking home so late, but now I had so many more concerns that had never seemed like possibilities before tonight, and none that had worried me until right now as I half-jogged on alone. I breathed a sigh of relief as I approached a closed bar that had a few customers hanging around outside. It turned out I really didn't want to be alone right now. There were three guys standing outside, loudly joking, definitely drunk. They all turned to look at me as I passed. I gave a polite smile and quick glance. "Woah, hey! Hold up now!" One of the guys sidestepped out in front of me. My smile dropped right away. The guy, probably about my age, smiled and leered at me, eyes drifting over my body. "Where you hurrying to, eh? Chill with us for a sec. How's it going, Stephanie?" "How do you know my name?" He straightened up. "How do I know your name is Stephanie? I'm insulted. You still don't remember me from school? We had that whole thing with the pen and all." My mind was drawing a blank. Joey had said her life was the same with minor differences. I wouldn't have expected random people I'd never met becoming parts of my life, but I didn't want to insult the guy if it turned out we actually did know each other in this new way of life. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I, eh, didn't recognise you in the dark." "Oh hey, that's no problem, Stephanie," he slurred. "I don't hold on to those kinds of things. I only hold on to these kinds of things!" He reached around and, with both hands, firmly grabbed and squeezed my ass. I let out a decidedly feminine scream and tried to shove him away, but my arms were pinned to my side. With his arms around me, hands still clenching my behind, his face was so close now I could smell the beer on his breath. It was sickening. "Let go of me!" "Oh, come on, Stephanie. Just think of class. Think of the pen! You love my pen!" I was terrified. What was he planning on doing? His friends, for their part, stood with their near-empty drinks and laughed at their friend molesting me. "Let go or I'll- I'll scream for help!" It felt like such a flimsy threat, but I could see his grin drop. "Help? Aw, we're just having a bitta fun." Fun, my molested ass. At least he seemed to have some shame. I had to use this chance. "Help! Someone! This guy's trying to sexually molest me!" He let go of my ass and pushed me away, edging back towards his friends. "Get lost! We're just having a laugh. You're such a fucking prude." I shook my head with disbelief at him. My fear was being overridden by anger. "Fuck you, micro-dick." Years of gaming had taught me plenty of guys took accusations against their manhood very poorly. He was no exception, but he was trying to get one over on me since his buddies were watching and giggling all the way. "Hey! There's nothing micro here, tits! In fact, maybe I'll turn up at the cinema tomorrow and show you, yeah?" That made it click for me. I looked down at the name tag. That's how he'd known my name. I couldn't believe I'd fallen for it and even given him a second. This must be the reason Joey took her name tag off when she wasn't in work. I felt like such a moron. My cheeks went bright red. All I could do was flip him the finger and turn, storming off so fast it was almost a run. I could hear the guy and his friends cheering me and my ass on as I put distance between us. I rounded the corner and moments later I reached my house. My heart was still pounding from my encounter. That was absolutely horrible. Would I have to go through a lot of that kind of thing? I unlocked the door and turned the door handle but stopped. On the other side of that door was my new life. I didn't want to rush in to that. I needed to be steady. I tried putting those assholes out of my mind and prepared myself. I pushed the door open and walked inside. Chapter 6 At first glance, everything seemed like it always had been, but when I walked around the empty room, I could see some smaller details that were new. Some new throws and ornamental cushions adorned the couches, a nice little touch usually overlooked by a man. The bigger change came when I checked out the photos on the wall. My parents looked the exact same in the pictures, but in my old male place now stood the girly version of me. I walked around, checking out different photos, seeing how reality had adapted my past to my new gender. Seeing myself as an eleven year old girl in a swimsuit at the water park instead of a boy in trunks was something to take in. Then my school dance photos brought out a laugh in me. Instead of looking goofy and awkward in a rented tux, I now looked awkward (though not so goofy) in a floofy dress, complete with corsage around my wrist. My graduation photo had the new me and Joey mugging for the camera. It struck me that even though I remembered this as my female friend and my male self, it had actually been us both of guys originally, and I just couldn't remember it. It seemed my entire history had happened, but been overwritten with me as a girl instead of a boy. I guessed there would be plenty more I'd be discovering over the next few days. I headed towards my bedroom, keeping it quiet to not wake up my parents. In my room, things were considerably more different. The walls changed from a basic white to a cool pink ('salmon' sprung to mind, for some reason). My bedsheets had gone from bold blue patterns to a purple floral pattern, and there were a stupid amount of pillows purely for ornamental purposes taking up room. My computer desk had morphed into a makeup vanity, with makeup and brushes laid out on it. Catching a glance into my closet, it was evident I had a lot more clothes than before, with the closet almost looking set to burst with the dresses and shirts hanging in it. I set my bag down on my new smaller desk at the other side of the room, amongst my college notes and textbooks. Walking over to the vanity, I took a good look at myself. Dark circles hung on to my exhausted eyes. Throwing my cap down with a sigh, I let my long hair out of its ponytail, which had already come loose and left my hair looking a frizzy mess after hours of work. I set my shirt and my trousers over the chair and looked at the feminine figure staring back at me in her black underwear. I pulled a pose and twirled a blonde lock in my dainty hand. I rolled my eyes at myself, embarrassed at just how much of a bombshell I was. If I wasn't so short now, I probably could have been a model. A yawn came over me, so I explored my drawers, pushing past my new collection of satin and lacy undergarments, until I found shorts and a tank top with a cartoon bear asleep on it that I assumed meant it must be pyjamas. I lay down in my changed bed, noting that everything now felt softer and nicer. I guess the new me wasn't in to considering bed as an afterthought. Musings of what else had changed in my life floated through my head as I set my head against my pillow, but I was evidentially exhausted from working and passed out cold within minutes, experiencing my first sleep as a woman. **** My dreams were filled with mishmashes of images, mostly finding myself as a man standing with myself as a woman, while I watched on and reached out for one or the other, but having the one I went to grab slipping away before I could ever touch them. The alarm on my phone woke me, and the strands of golden locks that engulfed my face quickly reminded me my situation was far from a dream. Forcing my eyes awake, I checked to make sure I had no messages on my phone before pushing myself to get out of bed. I needed to pee so badly! I guess this would be another first for me. I walked right out into the hall without thinking, not counting my pyjamas as too risqu? as I made my way to the bathroom, only to stop dead in my tracks when I heard the sound of my father coming right in my direction. I looked down, suddenly very aware my shorts were very, well, short, and something I wasn't comfortable with my dad seeing his former-only-son in. I struggled to pull my tank top down to protect my modesty as my dad rounded the corner and reached me. "Morning, sweetheart. How was work last night?" He was staring at the newspaper in his hand, completely unfazed by his new daughter. "Uh... Fine?" "That's good, honey. Make sure you don't overdo it, now. You have a lot of college work to focus on," he rattled off in an automatic parental way, before leaning in and giving me a kiss on the forehead. Before I could react, he moved on down the hall, leaving me to stand dumbfounded. My dad had never referred to me as anything as saccharine as 'sweetheart' or 'honey', and most definitely had never kissed me on the forehead, especially in such a casual way. I guess daddies and daughters have different kind of relationships than fathers and sons. Actually, hey, come to think of it, he wanted me to ease back on work, when they used to hound me to no end to get a job. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I locked the door to the bathroom and slid my pyjamas off. As I waited for the shower to heat up, I took a long look at the new me in the mirror. I had curves begging for hands to run along them. If I was still a guy, I would have made my own head turn. My breasts were perky for their size, which were more than a handful in their own right! I was hairless bar a small tight patch down around my vagina. I slowly moved my hand towards my transformed privates but pulled my hand back, not quite ready to go exploring that much. I felt like a perv staring at myself. The mirror steamed up as the shower heated up, cutting short my viewing session. I hopped on in under the hot water, letting out a gasp of pleasure as my body de-tensed. My hands ran up the side of my body, passing over my chest, accidentally catching a nipple as it went. I moaned in pleasure. The intensity of my finger on my nipple was like ecstasy. One hand ran through my long soaking hair as the other continued to play with my boobs. They changed shape as my hand caressed them, moving them gently up and down, massaging my nipple with my thumb. I bite my lip as the pleasure sent chills throughout my body. I realised I was leaning forward with my thighs clenched together, my lady parts yearning for the kind of attention my breast was getting. Keeping one hand feeling up my chest, the other made its way south. I slowly glided my finger over my new slit and almost fell over with the intensity. I put my hand against the shower door to keep my balance. I let out a shocked laugh; this was going to be something very new. Cheekily biting my lip again, my thumb and ring finger gently pulled my lips apart, allowing my index finger to reach in and stroke my labia. I groaned and squeezed my eyes. This was unreal, but not as unreal as how I felt as my finger moved up and reached my clitoris. I genuinely thought I was going to scream as I started to play with my nub. My breathing went heavy as I made circular motions on myself, trying to steady my shaking legs as I sped up. My heart was pounding. I craned my head back, the water from the shower hitting my face, but I couldn't break my rhythm now. Suddenly, it happened. Shivers of intensity passed through my body as my hand stopped and my agape mouth let out a whimper. A louder groan of pleasure filled the shower as a second wave of pleasure hit me. I put my head against the door as even more mini-orgasms passed through me. I'd never felt anything like it. It was on a scale that made my usual male cumming pale in comparison. I struggled to catch my breath and recover. My cheeks went red as suddenly I was becoming aware that I might have been less discreet than I probably would have liked. Giving myself a few more minutes, I rinsed myself off, this time, avoiding catching my nipples or clit again, just in case I might start a round two. Wrapping a pink towel around my body and fumbling a second one around my hair like I'd seen women in TV commercials do, I remembered what Joey had said about enjoying the shower. I'd have to thank her for the heads up, if I wasn't too mortified to admit I'd given in to my feminine desires! Back in my room, I quickly discovered why a hairdryer was such an important part of the women's arsenal when I wasted several minutes trying to dry my hair with the towel. Once dried, I stood naked and feeling slightly clueless in the middle of the room. What was I supposed to wear now? My work uniform lay in a pile on my chair, but that was a no-go for wearing to class. I decided that I'd play it safe and find as inoffensive and unisex clothes as my closet could muster. I picked out a fresh set of black lace underwear. There were plenty to choose from in the drawers. I guess they were my undergarments of choice. That part was easy, but finding the rest of my outfit wasn't. My closet was mainly dresses and very girly-girl shirts, skirts and shorts. Eventually I found a pair of jeans that were as close to modest as I could see, though I could tell immediately they were probably going to be quite figure-hugging. I also found a large plain t-shirt. It was probably one I used for sleeping in, but it'd do my transitional period. I struggled with my bra for a few minutes, trying to reach around to close the clasps, before I realised I could just hook them with the bra turned around back to the front, then turning it back around and slipping the cups over my breasts and the straps up over my shoulders. Next, I wiggled into my jeans, as tight as I was expecting, and pulled the large t-shirt over my head. It was so over-sized, one of my shoulders popped out the side. I caught a quick glimpse in the mirror and, though it was on the scruffy side, it was a look I could live with. I went to find some shoes when a dizzy spell hit me. I steadied myself on the side of my bed and held my head. Blinking myself back into the moment, I could see the jeans and t-shirt I had just been wearing now laying out on my bed. My brow furrowed in confusion. I looked down to see my outfit had changed and instead of my lazy wardrobe, I was now wearing a red and black plaid dress, ending just above my knees, and allowing for what would be considered fine (but in my current state of adjusting, extreme) amount of cleavage. Skin-coloured tights and black boots with a 2-inch heel had found their way onto my ensemble. I reached for my head and felt something lightly squeezing my head. Sitting down in front of the mirror, I could see the headband holding my hair back, complete with matching red and black plaid bow on the side. I groaned at how attractive I looked. I didn't know if I was ready to go out like this and have people checking me out. There was no way they wouldn't. Continuing the pattern of strange things now happening in my life, I found my hand taking up some powder and a brush, and lightly applying makeup. I watched with curiosity as I applied light makeup to my face, including some eyeliner and finishing off with a gentle red lipstick to match my dress. Once I set the lipstick down, I was in control again, looking at my street-ready self in the mirror. I could feel the makeup on my face, and taste the lipstick on my lips. I pursed my lips a couple of times, and wondered how long would it be until I'd have to retouch it up. I guessed that would probably end up an automatic action as well. I had a bag set to the side of the mirror, some makeup, a purse, my school ID already inside, not to mention my, ahem, feminine hygiene products. Again knowing I'd have to figure those out at some point, I pushed them to the side to make room for my college notebook and to put my laptop in. When I went for my laptop, I saw that it had been altered too. I used to have a large PC that almost looked like a tank, but it had now been replaced by a slim lined and small Mac. Nothing wrong with a Mac, I guess it suited my current style a bit more, but I hoped that didn't mean there was any change to my gaming habits. Joey had kept on playing since her change. Hopefully I was in the same boat. Speaking of Joey, my phone buzzed to let me know she was outside. I prepared for my first day out as a woman. Chapter 7 Feeling vulnerable as I tugged at the hem of my dress, I walked out to Joey. Her face lit up when she saw my outfit. "Oh my God! Girly girl or what?!" "Shut up! I'm not enjoying this, you know?" "Suuuuure." She nudged me with her elbow. "Oh my God, look at your bow and everything. And are you wearing makeup?! So precious!" I frowned at her. "Seriously. I tried to throw on some jeans and a t- shirt but suddenly, I was wearing this. And before I knew it, I was putting makeup on. It was like in the cinema. I was on automatic." "Umhmm. Very likely story. Are you sure you didn't want to be turned into a girl?" I tutted as aggressively as I could muster and looked away from her. "Ah, I'm just messing with you, Steph. I know what you're talking about. You think my choice of wardrobe would be this kind of thing?" She indicated down at her jean shorts with fishnet tights and boots. I looked back up at her. "I honestly can't imagine you wearing anything else." "Well believe it or not, before being changed, I wasn't a fishnets kind of guy." "Still, you're not exactly pushing the limits with that stuff there. At least you're not showing off cleavage." I gave my pillows a wiggle. "Ah no, but still. I don't have control over it. My life has established this all for me, and I have to follow it." "Wow... That's kind of heavy..." "Yeah, it is a bit. But in a way, it's nice to not have to try figure some of this stuff out. To just let it happen, you know? Like, working the cinema, or the makeup, or that time of the month." "That'll be something I'll just know how to deal with?" "If you're like I was, pretty much, yeah." "Thank God." "We'd better get moving. We don't want to be late." We started on our way to the college. Walking in the small heels of the boots was something I had to get used to. I wasn't as fast as normal as I have to try keep my balance, but all things considered, I thought I was managing them well. I was still considerably shorter than Joey, even with the added height from the boots. I felt like I was taking twice as many steps to keep pace with her. As we passed through the campus on the way to our classroom, I could feel men's eyes passing over my body, trying to see if they might get a glimpse of my ass as the end of my dress bounced around as I walked. No one was being aggressively forward in their looks, but I caught so many guys gazing, and I was willing to bet there were plenty I was missing. I guess as a guy, I casually checked out women all the time too. I wondered if women did the same to men. Then I wondered would I as a woman do the same to men. So many questions! We entered the classroom, with all the familiar faces already there, but I could see the dynamic shift immediately; the guys who said hello had a hint of flirting in their greetings, and the women were much more casual and friendly than they ever had been with me as a guy. It's shocking how different we treat each other based on what sex organ we carry between our legs. I'd never stopped to really take it in before, but now seemed like as good a time as any. We took our seats and our class kicked off. Everything went along as normal, bar me having to get used to my new smaller laptop (I kept hitting the wrong letters. My hands might have been smaller, but apparently the laptop keyboard was even tinier), until we were separated into our groups to look into some of the errors arising out of the usage of the apps we were coding for class. I had worked with my group of Chuck, Tony, and Martin for the past few months on our project and found it to be a good and collaborative relationship. Something was different today though. "Ok, so, let's look at where the issue is cropping up," Chuck started. "It's when the user is on the app for a certain amount of time. It just craps out," Tony added. "There doesn't seem to be a particular page causing it to crash though," said Martin. My turn to add my research. "I had a look at the app, and I noticed something-" "You know, I bet it has to do with the OS of the phone the user has," Tony cut across me. I tried again. "I don't think it has anything to do with that. What I saw-" "Yeah, Tony. Come on, it's crapping out on our different OS'. It's got to be something else," Martin jumped in. They were really stepping on my words today. "Wait a sec, I'm pretty sure it's-" "Maybe there's a bug that causes it to time out?" Chuck joined in the cutting me off. Sheesh, they really weren't letting me get a word in edgeways. I decided to dive right in. "It's the user accessing select pages on the app." Tony gave me a condescending smile. "We already ruled that one out, Stephanie. Maybe try keep up, eh?" Wow, that was humiliating and infuriating in equal measures. "Yeah, I heard you say it wasn't a particular page, but what I'm saying is it's not a particular page, but several pages, if opened, clog up the cache and force the app to crash." They all stared at me for a moment. I felt like I should be smugly grinning for putting them in their places, but they were looking at me like a dog who had just told them Einstein's Theory of Relativity. "So... The user starts the app..." Chuck started to formulate. "And say they go from the main page to the help menu, then to the contact page..." Tony added on. "The memory from all those pages leaks, filling the cache and causing it to crash the app!" Martin finished off. "That's it!" exclaimed Chuck. They clapped each other on the back, taking notes of the reason for the problem. But it felt like they thought they had just come to the conclusion on their own. Like I hadn't just told them exactly what was going on. I sat, dumbfounded. Chuck looked up at me. "It's cool, Steph. We've got this! It'll be sorted in no time now!" I looked at him sideways. "I literally just told you the problem." "You sparked the flame that got us there, alright. Great work, Stephanie," Martin condescended to me. "You did a great job." I could feel my cheeks burning. They genuinely didn't think I had solved this, and they were treating me like I was getting a participation medal. Our tutor walked up to the group. "How are you guys getting on? Cracked the issue yet?" "Yes, sir!" Chuck enthusiastically chirped. "We figured out that it was down to a memory leak." "Brilliant. And who figured that one out?" Still in disbelief, I raised my hand and went to talk, but immediately had Tony cut across me once again. "It was a team effort. We were brainstorming possible reasons and we just followed where the trail led us." I noticed when he said 'we', he indicated the three guys, not the girl. Our tutor seemed satisfied with the fabrication of events given to him. "Great work, guys. I hope you'll fix that leak." He went to go but stopped. "Oh, and, eh, make sure you're all involved in sorting that one, ok?" He looked at me and smiled, as if he was getting them to include me, doing me a favour. He walked away and I felt a ball rising in my throat. My eyes were welling up. I was about to cry. I hadn't cried since I was a kid, but damn it, I was about to cry over the boys excluding me from my work. In one swift motion, I pushed out of my seat and made for the door. "I got to go." As I headed out of the room, I could hear my groups parting words. "What the heck is up with her?" Martin asked puzzled. "Chicks, man. They all be crazy," Tony assured him. I scrunched my face in anger at such humiliation, the wet of the tears rolling down my cheeks. I ran out of the room and down the hallway, finding a quiet corridor to lean against the wall and just let it all out. I felt so stupid, so little, so insignificant after that. The tears were a welcome outlet for the mix of anger and frustration. "What's wrong?" I looked up to see Joey, standing, concerned. She reached a hand out and put it on my shoulder. "Joey... They... I just... They didn't take me serious," it sounded so stupid to say out loud, but I wasn't sure how to phrase it properly. "They acted so different. They treated me-" "Like a girl?" Compassion emanated from her eyes. I couldn't do anything but let the tears keep rolling. She reached in and gave me a big hug to comfort me. "I'm sorry, Steph. I didn't really know how to describe how this would go down. It's so shit." "Why were they so bad though? I mean, was I that bad?" "We both probably were. You don't even notice you're doing it until the shoe's on the other foot." "The other foot sucks." I sniffled. "But it gets to wear sparkly shoes," she shot me her goofy grin. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There you go!" She beamed at me. I stared into her eyes with the love only years of friendship and trust could build. I had never thought I could feel so vulnerable, or that someone could help me overcome such a thing, but looking into her eyes, I knew we could get through this. I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly. I couldn't help myself. It just felt right. And when I felt Joey's soft lips meet mine back, I knew I wasn't the only one. For the second time in less than twenty four hours, we were embracing. Our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths as her hand ran through my hair, sending shivers up my spine. As I arched my back, my chest pressed against hers, the soft rubbing against my breasts causing a wave of excitement down in my nether regions. A soft moan couldn't help but escape my mouth. Joey pulled away and looked at me. "Are you ok?" "God, yes! Don't stop!" I grabbed her by the head and continued passionately making out with her. My hands shot up and down her body, the sexual energy probably causing me to go too fast, but I was lost in the moment. It was her turn to let out a noise as I squeezed her ass. She grabbed me tight, gyrating her pelvis against mine, nearly dry humping through our clothes. I started to kiss her on the neck, almost definitely leaving hickeys, I was that driven. She didn't stop me. My hand passed over her chest, squeezing and caressing. I could feel her heart pounding, matching mine in its intensity. She pushed my back against the wall, and took a step away. Trying to catch my breath, I gave her an inquisitive look. She glanced up the corridor to make sure no one around, and then reached around to the back of her top, unhooking her bra. My breath quickened again. She lowered her head, giving me a sly sexy stare. She took the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands, preparing to pull it up, teasing me with how slow she was doing it. I was a mess against the wall with anticipation. One hand was gripping it with all my might, the other running itself across my chest, barely containing my excitement. She went to lift her top. "Close your eyes and you'll get a big surprise," she whispered. I complied, biting my lip. Though I had only just closed them, the wait felt like an eternity. "Ok, you can open them..." she purred. To savour the moment, I slowly raised my eyelids, but my happiness quickly dropped. Joey was standing in front of me, still looking eager and ready, but her clothes had changed, and she was now in her cinema uniform. She could read the confusion on my face. "What? What's wrong?" She looked down at herself and immediately realised something was wrong. We stared at each other, mouths agape, when a bright light filled the room, temporarily blinding us both. Once the dots faded from my eyes, I could see Joey again, but we were no longer standing in the corridor in college. We were standing in the cinema. I looked down and found myself to also be wearing my uniform. I looked back up at Joey. "What's going on?" The voice off to our side gave us our answer. "Well, ladies. I wish I could say it was good to see you, but..." Mr Williams was lurking over us, a sneering, know-it-all look plastered on his face. "You really let me down today. After last night, I would have thought you would have learned your lesson about canoodling. I guess I was wrong." I was in shock. He had caught us, but I wasn't exactly sure if he had caught us for something we weren't supposed to be doing. "What are you talking about? We weren't in work. We were alone and minding our own business." "Someone is coming out of their shell, eh? You should really look over your employee handbook. As a member of staff, you are expected to be exemplary both in work and on your off-hours, and I do not think two members of staff enacting their own triple X fantasies is appropriate, do you?" "Triple X fantasies?! We were kissing! How is that bad? How did you even know?!" His smile widened as he looked over to Joey. "I had my inside source." I looked to Joey, her eyes falling to the floor, her cheeks going flush. "Joey?" "I... I..." "Oh my God, it's true?! Why would you do that?" "I didn't!" She locked eyes with me, pleading. "He did something to me. I couldn't even remember. I still don't, really. But he must have done something. I would never do this to you, Stephanie. I promise. I'd never hurt you like that." Now it was her turn to cry. Her mascara ran as tears slid down her cheeks, eyes unblinking as they stayed locked with mine. "Tut tut tut. You two really do have a very... Intense relationship, don't you?" Mr Williams butted back in. "To give Joey her credit, she didn't know that I'd find out about any inappropriateness you two would get up to. I just hoped you would have learned enough from your dramatic alterations last night. I was wrong. I hate being wrong." "Please," I pleaded. "This is insane. Why are you doing this to us?" "I'm just being a good manager. Do you even know have many disciplinary actions are brought forward in the workplace owing to work romances? I cannot stand for that." "Then just let us go. You can find two other random people to do whatever it is you're expecting us to do." "Oh no, Stephanie. You two have the potential to be the ideal employees. I couldn't possibly let you walk away-" "Well you don't have to," Joey jumped in, a quiver in her voice as she tried to grasp control of the conversation. "I quit." My mouth dropped. Mr Williams grin withdrew under his moustache. He took a moment, furrowing his brow. "No, I don't think so." "I don't need this," Joey continued. "I'll fucking figure out how to get used to being a woman. I'm done." "Oh, you don't need it, do you?" Mr Williams sounded menacing. He raised his hand and whispered into it. I knew that wasn't a good sign. "Please!" I tried to stop him. "Don't do this!" It was too late. The blinding light returned. I opened my eyes to be greeted by the return of Mr Williams grin. I ran my hands down my front. I was still a woman. Nothing seemed to have changed, as far as I could tell. Then I saw he was looking towards Joey. "Tell me, Joey..." he started. I followed his gaze over to my friend. "Do you need it now?" Joey stood, frozen, changed. She was now about fifteen years older, easily in her late thirties, if not early forties. Her skin was more weathered, her breasts dropped slightly. Her hips widened. Her hair was cut functionally short. She stared at her hands, which showed her age. She looked up at me, terrified. "Joey..." "Now, Joey. Tell us, you need this job, don't you?" "Y... Yes..." she stammered. "And why do you need this job?" "I... I need it because I'm a single mother with two kids..." I stared back at my friend, speechless. Her entire life had just been upended, and the realisation of it all was washing over her as we wordlessly sympathised. Mr Williams had trapped Joey in the job. To be continued...