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My name is Thomas Micheal Hayden, or Mike. I like Mike, it's better than Thomas or any shortened variation of it, not to mention, more cool guys are named Mike, than Tommy or Tom. To describe my looks, I'd say average. There is nothing that sticks out about me, at 15, I am 5'7", have gray eyes, and sandy hair, which is usually medium length. I'm a little wiry, even at such a short height. However, while nothing stands out about me, I don't think I'm ugly by any means, and well, being a little thin, is preferred to being rotund. I am in the 10th grade at Wooster High School, where I am an excellent student, and unfortunately, am not a part of the popular crowd because of such. That's not to say that one could not be a great student, and be socially inclined, it's just that I was one of many who failed to do the latter. I knew people, but was mostly ignored, unless I was absolutely needed, which was fine by me. I did have two good friends; Scott, and Jenna. Scott, was like myself in many ways, also a great student, into the same things, and we just meshed well, since meeting in the 6th grade. Jenna was a friend from well, forever ago, I honestly can't remember her not being around. She was definitely pretty, and led a more normal social life than us 'nerds,' but she still hung around us, I guess for nostalgia's sake. Life was okay, my family was well; my mother, father, and my sister Michelle, who was a year older than myself. The town was great, I could see staying for another generation, provided my social awkwardness didn't mean that I was going to be alone forever. As a kid, I played, ran, and roughed as any other boy did. I'd also been a student of Tae Kwon Do, being very proficient, and making it to the finals of the Summer Nationals. However, when I got older, the worlds of video games, computers, and such grasped me. I also had a strong inclination to the sciences, and math. While I enjoyed computers, and video games, I cared far more about scholastics, they never took me over, they did however, finish off most extra time that I had, leading to a wonderful life of solitude. My social life is mainly my two friends, and Internet forums. When not making the grades, I play some online games, and I develop small programs, and apps for various platforms, usually in conjunction with Scott. ~~~ "I have to tweak the physics algorithm a bit. Shards act weird when they break," Scott told me as I suggested that he quit for the day. "Well, you can fix it tomorrow," I told him. "It's gonna be a free game anyway, no rush." "Because we're gonna watch Avengers, again." He rolled his eyes. "The last time, we have 19 down. In-depth reviews mean we need to know every nuance," We had a YouTube channel where we reviewed the technical aspects of our favorite movies. Along with our projects, YouTube monetization helped us with our endeavors, and spending money. "Now what are we eating?" "Scarlett Johannsen, would be nice to eat," Scott joked. "She makes the movie for me," he added, rubbing his chin. "Good imagery for the old spank bank." "Why don't you use that effort to get a real girl? HA!" I barbed. "Who needs one? There is all the free porn online you could ever want," He replied, dismissively. "But the real thing will be so much more rewarding, and either of us is coming up on our last chances to make something happen. If we don't get it together now, college, and later aren't going to be any easier." "We are 15, man, we have plenty of time, bro." "You're gonna want it sooner or later, and you don't want to be like the '$265,000 bachelor,'" I said, referring to the story of a wealthy, but socially inept man in his 40's who'd spent the said amount, looking for some perfect Mrs. Right that he cooked up, and couldn't find. "Even money can't...." "We'll see. You have Jenna. It's easy to say, you could totally date her." "Pfft" I rolled my eyes, "If one of us could date her, it's you. Anyway, she's a friend, and she hangs out with us out of pity. I've told her time and time, the unpopularity might rub off on her, despite being pretty. But whatever, it's cool," Truthfully, I liked Jenna, she did have many qualities that I would like in a mate; she was a classic, literal girl next door, true in every sense of the word, and all the arbitrary things I could list do apply to her, and in addition, she was kind of nerdy at heart. She would make someone happy one day, no doubt about it. I wanted a girlfriend, to lose my virginity, and to be accepted within normal social standings. Most kids in the outer fringes of school society did, whether they admitted it or not. I don't have a girlfriend because I'm too good; I don't have one because I don't know the first thing about them. I don't have friends because I'm too smart for everyone else; I don't have friends because I'm admittedly out of the loop. I don't know who made the latest pop song, I don't know who did what amazing feat in which World Series to win in what city against whom. I didn't know what to even begin talking about with girls, to drum up their interest, and lacked confidence. I lacked height, and I didn't play sports like most of the popular guys, so I wasn't shredded, I just was... I have been better when I was doing Tae Kwon Do, as I was conditioned, and at that time, my height was comparable to my age. I couldn't believe that such a short time changed me so much. Then again, I couldn't control the fact that I didn't put on size, and height, and I certainly didn't want to be seen as having short man syndrome, so I didn't advertise my fighting. ~~~ "Okay, guys! We'll see ya after the weekend," I told some...friends, as Scott and I left school. I really wouldn't consider them friends, but we were all in the social group, and found each other mostly relatable. They definitely had issues with superiority, and none of them seemed open to anything more than the status quo. That was the main issue I had with hanging out with them outside of school. Scott and I were heading to The Commons, a shopping center. There was a game store, ran by a private owner, and his shop also carried card games, used items, books, comics; a nerd haven. Though I was conflicted about having a title like 'nerd,' that never meant that I wouldn't indulge myself in nerdom, when an opportunity arose! We started in the direction of the Commons from school, when suddenly, I felt something on my arm. "Jen!" She wrapped her arm in mine, greeting me, and then Scott. "The Commons?" Jenna asked, smiling. Ah, Jenna. As mentioned, she was a girl next door type, a natural blonde with a classically beautiful face, with full but not pouty lips, and a cute little nose, and expressive gray eyes. She had a heart-warming smile, and as far as I could tell, an amazing body. As a guy, I'd only naturally took notice of her looks, as we went from kids, to teens. As I said, I think the familiarity that we had from such a long friendship is why she still hung out with us. That said, I was used to her, I knew that she was pretty, no, more than pretty, but I'd known her since before I could even fathom that train of thought. "Yeah, we were going to see if he's had anything interesting traded recently, possibly make a purchase or two," I told her. "So, we'll be on our way, then," I added, urging her to let go, but she didn't. "You want me to come with?" Jenna asked, in her musical voice. I looked at Scott, who gave a noncommittal gesture. I rolled my eyes at him, then pried her off of me. While I thought Jenna was an amazing person inside and out, I didn't like when she hung around too much. Maybe she didn't see it this way, but for me, she was becoming a reminder of what I wanted and couldn't have. "We're fine, thank you." "It can be like a date! You get to practice having a girl around for when you get your GiRlFrIeNd," she said mockingly, batting her eyes, and making kissy faces. I looked around, telling her to keep her mouth shut. "Alright, whatever," I told her, caving. ~~~ At the shopping center, I noticed a vending machine outside of "Neckbeard's", our hobby store, we passed, giving it a small glance, and deciding it wasn't worth my time. Entering the store, unfortunately, it smelled as one could imagine, with a name like 'Neckbeard's", once you'd been there for a few, your nose adjusted. "Matt, what's up?" I greeted the owner, who was a thin, 'normal' appearing guy, with the exception of the purposeful neckbeard he wore. "Not much, guys. Haven't had anything worthwhile come through since last time, Mike," he answered. "Ah, that sucks. You know we like to support the business. So, what's the machine outside?" "Dunno. It's not mine, and it doesn't work. Looks like that thing from 'Big.' "Tom Hanks?" "Yep." "Eh." I nodded. "I guess we'll have a look around since we're here." Scott, Jenna, and I browsed, with each of us getting various DVDs. I chose "Spaceballs", Scott chose "Weird Science", and Jenna chose a season of "Blossom." With that, we were on our way. Coming to the machine, I stopped at it. I inspected it a little, maybe I would try it out. I put in a quarter, which it returned, as if it were off. I banged it slightly, causing it to light up, and make noise. "simple enough," I said, inserting the quarter back in. Although I knew I was wasting my time, and effort, I inwardly wished, to be popular, unawkward, get some eperience with the opposite sex, and for Scott to understand before it was too late. It spat out a ticket, and after shoving it in my pocket, we left. Scott seemed to be more quiet when Jenna hung out with us, so not much was spoken about during the outing. Knowing this is why I didn't want Jenna along. I did not know why a girl would make him act that way. Did he like her? Not that I judge guys, but Scott looked good, or at least much better than myself. He had height, and was sort of cut, without trying, and his face looked like a younger Ben Affleck. If he would ditch the nerd lifestyle, he could have Jenna, or anyone else. If I had his natural looks, I'd use them for primal pursuits. Maybe this was why I was hard on him; wasting his prime away, as for myself, I had no redeeming qualities. ~~~ Jenna left Scott and I to our devices, we started our weekend, at my house, playing games, watching movies, doing projects, and eating junk. We spent the last half of the weekend, at his house, doing the same. We usually spent most weekends together, and switched between whose home to stay at, so that no one's family got too much of the other. This weekend was uneventful, as most. It was Sunday night, and I was back home, helping out on a tech forum, until I decided to go to sleep. ~~~ *Wuuuaaaah* I yawned as I woke. I cleared my throat, that didn't sound quite right, and it felt as if the breath couldn't go as deep as normal. I groggily got to my feet, and brushed my hair off my shoulders. Wait. I didn't have shoulder length hair. I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes, and immediately I felt something was amiss. I looked at my hands, they were smaller, attached to shorter, smooth arms without viens crossing them. I took another step, feeling a huge difference below my waist, and feeling jiggling above my waist. I looked down, and poking out my t-shirt, appeared to be...breasts? They looked absolutely huge from this vantage point. My hands shot up to them, cupping them, with the feeling being sent to my brain. I felt it. This HAD to be a dream. I reached into my boxers, feeling...well, nothing. A furry mound with what felt like plump lips near the bottom...once again, it seemed my brain registered the feeling of being touched. "This HAS to be a dream," I said aloud, hearing the soft, high voice escape my mouth. I headed to the bathroom, now acutely aware of all the extra padding I seemed to have. I looked in the mirror, seeing a girl who looked a lot like my sister, but if she was perfect. I could see myself in her as well, my same gray eye color, against my sister's brown ones, and most of the same difference between my sister and I seemed to carry over. I couldn't tell, but I seemed to be even shorter, if I was the girl in the mirror. Taking stock, in the mirror, and looking down, "I" seemed to have an amazing body. I was fit and trim, and actually seemed to have more mass in the legs than before. This was a very vivid dream. I couldn't imagine why I would have such a dream, and especially why would I seem to know how having a female body would feel. There were times I could 'catch' myself dreaming, but this seemed different. I ran cold water, and splashed my face. Nothing! Usually in a dream, a jolt seemed to wake me up. I slapped my face, yanked my hair, and even gave myself a titty-twister. "Woah! I exclaimed after making that mistake. Those were a LOT more sensitive than my male nipples had been! "This might not be a dream, after all." If this were real life, the first order of business was to get to my room without being seen, which I did, and to figure out what the hell to do about this. I checked my room, nothing seemed to be different. Another reason I did so were details; they became muddled in dreams. Everything checked out. I picked up my cell phone, snapping a shot of myself. The shot was of the girl that I seemed to be. When I woke up, I would look at my phone ASAP. No snap-to, no starting wake, nothing. It was getting to be time to head out, and here I was, still like this. I thought, I concentrated, to make this dream stop, then it happened; my body seemed to shift, it wasn't painful, but it was strange. I knew I was changing back into my original self. After I was complete, I hurriedly threw my clothes on and grabbed my things for school. My sister had been picked up by her friends, as they hung out a little with other people before school. I walked to Scott's, so we could head to school. Thinking back, I grabbed my phone, looking in my 'pics' folder, I did in fact, see a thumbnail of that girl, so I touched, and sure enough the pic came up. "Starting a collection, eh?" Scott asked. "No. It's a test," I answered. "Is that your sister?" he said, looking closer. "That's your room." Damn my phone's huge screen. "No it's not Michelle, why would she pose in my room, and why would I have a pic of her? You do have gutter mind!" "Hmmm. Might not be Michelle, but that's definitely a girl in your room. You have some conquests that I need to know about?" Scott joked. "I wish," I answered, putting my phone away. The school day was uneventful, as usual. I spent a lot of time thinking about what seemed to happen earlier, afterall, I had that picture as proof. ~~~ I woke again, immediately knowing that I was again, a girl. Running to the mirror again, I saw the same girl as yesterday. I immediately concentrated on being myself again...and I was rewarded by seeing myself in the mirror once again. "Hmmm," I thought aloud, "could the concentration method work the other way?" I thought about the girl, and sure enough, I felt myself changing again, until she was in the mirror again. "This is awesome!" I exclaimed in my new voice. Seeing that I had a bit of time left, I thought that I would take advantage of a golden opportunity. After I was done getting acquainted with, uh, myself in the bathroom, I was sated. I felt like Jello, I could have laid on the bathroom floor naked, and not cared who saw me like this. This was magnificent. Of course I'd done the same thing many times before, but in this body it was...different. I don't know if better, but I felt great. I would say my male explosion was stronger, but this was... sensual? I had to tease various parts of my body, and each added to the pleasure I felt, whereas as a boy, I needed nothing but my hand and 2 minutes. ~~~ For the rest of the day, I wore a stupid grin. I couldn't erase it from my face. Upon being inquired by Scott, and Jenna, I passed it off as something funny I read on a forum. I'd spent a lot of the day wondering about this; how, and why? What could I do with it? Once I got home, I successfully changed just to be sure I could. It seemed that I had control over the change, but I was always this 'perfect' female version of myself, and I couldn't chage anything about her. I also noticed that I was built a bit 'womanly' compared to others my age. I thought about going out like this, but I was nervous. It still felt surreal to me. Later that evening, my sister had gone with her friends, so I decided to go into her room, and grab some clothes. I didn't know anything about the garments, except they were made to fit the female form, unlike the clothes I wore, and she was a similar size, a little taller, and thinner. Back in my room with a few items, I tried random things on, noticing how everything was snug, if there was somewhere for a garment to settle, it would. Under my boobs, up my ass, even into my crotch. I was acutely aware, but I figured girls were used to it. In a plain blouse and pants get-up, I walked around my room, doing random things, movements, to get used to the clothes. I put my hair into different styles, or actually just messed with it, and took pics of different facial expressions. "Oh, man, how I could mess with those guys on the forums!" I thought about things this could be used for. I had it! I could infiltrate the girls at school, and see if anyone liked me, or try to get them to think I was cool. "Hmmm," I thought, "but how to pull that off?" I wondered as I browsed. I threw my sister's clothes in my closet, changing back to my original form. Just being her was getting distracting, and I had apps to write, if I wanted spending money. ~~~ The next morning, I'd gone through the usual routine of walking with Scott and Jenna. "Will you?" I exasperatedly asked Jenna, jerking my arm away. "What's wrong with holding on to you?" Jenna pouted. "Everything. And if you don't want people to think something's up, you'd stop." I personally found it emasculating to be this close with a girl I wasn't dating. It seemed that only gay guys, or guys that were content having an unrequited love could do it. "Who cares!?" she retorted. "You have friends, they care. Hanging around us isn't going to help you keep them," I turned towards Scott, saying, "Shall we?" "Sorry Jenna," Scott said to her, as we crossed the street separately. "I hate that!" I said, out of Jenna's earshot. "I'm not into being some girl's BFF!" "Mike, bro. You have got to chill. Jenna's a genuine friend to you. I feel bad for her. You treat her like ass sometimes." "What? Look, I don't have time to waste on her, and if she's around so much people will assume I'm gay." "You make zero sense right now." "Forget that," I said, changing course. We spoke about some of the joint projects we had, and other things on the way to school. As usual, nothing of interest happened. However, in my school bag, I had a few of my sister's clothes stored away, and the least clumpy shoes she had, a pair of canvas walking shoes. At lunch, I decided to make my debut. I chose lunch because attendance wasn't taken, and I could easily disappear. Sneaking out of the boy's restroom, I was as nervous as a cat locked up with a pitbull. I was acutely aware of my clingy clothes, and the ultra tight bra, and I felt like a freak, as if someone could tell that it was me, and were going to call me all sorts of cross dressers, fruits, and the like. The halls were light, and I got a few glances from those I did pass. I hadn't put on make-up, since I knew nothing about it, and all I did with my hair was part the middle asymmetrically, and let it fall. I thought I still looked decent. I opened the double-doors to the cafeteria, and everyone seemed to pause, looking at me. My heart raced. I averted my eyes, and went through the line, getting the lunch of sloppy joes, and fries. I saw the usual cliques; the sports stars and their hot girlfriends, the other 'cool' people, the 'alternative' kids, my group - the nerds, and everyone else. I chose to sit alone. I didn't really want to talk to anyone just yet. I sat demurely eating, noticing a lot of glances my way from almost everybody, wishing I hadn't done this. A few girls, from the cheerleaders, and otherwise 'cool' kids' section came over and sat at my lone table. "So, you're new?" one asked. I nervously smiled, stiffly answering, "Yes." "What's your name?" another, I knew as the quarterback's girlfriend, asked. "Mi...uh, Mikayla," I blurted, saying the first thing in mind. I felt like they could see that I was Mike somehow. Their close scrutiny was sending me into stroke territory. "So, Maya Mikayla?" "I'm sorry, just Maya. Some people back home use my middle name as well." I decided to go with her mistake, as I thought 'Mikayla' was too close to 'Mike' and 'Michelle,' my sister's name. However, I was stuck with an 'M' name. The girls asked me all sorts of questions, of which I was able to fabricate decent answers for. Lunch was ending in seven minutes, so I decided to get to the restroom and change before it was busy. On the way out, I caught many of the guys looking at ...my ass? 'Ugh' I inwardly cringed. Once again, I emerged from the restroom, this time myself. Arriving to my locker, Scott was waiting. "Man, where were you?" he asked. "Oh, I took lunch in the library, I wasn't hungry." "Hmm. you smell like the food we had. Can't miss that..odor." "I mean, well, I had a bite." "Did you see the new chick?" "A new chick?" I feigned. "Yeah. She was pretty hot, and her shy nervousness was super cute." "Super cute?" I laughed. "I didn't think I'd ever hear that as a descriptor from you." "Yeah," he said. "Something about her. Actually, she looked like that chick from your pic." "Whoa. I thought you didn't like girls?" I teased, hoping that he didn't actually like ..her? "Well, something seemed different about her." He didn't know the half of it. "Eh," I grunted. "Maybe I'll see this new chick soon," I said, seeming uninterested. The rest of the school day had passed, with me hearing random whispers about Maya. Maybe she could do lunch again. It was pretty interesting talking with people other than my normal group. ~~~ Back at home, I thought about what took place earlier. It felt good, people were interested in me. All it took, unfortunately, was being a girl. If I were going to do this again, I had to use some different clothes, so I snagged a few more different styles of clothing from my sister. I tried various things on, lounging around, and trying to move naturally. I also practiced feminine expressions, and manners, hoping I wasn't being exaggerated. I did my homework, still in the form of Maya, as I remained that night, except when going to dinner. Somehow, it felt great just being her, just knowing that I was attractive, not that I wanted male attention. I'd done lunch a few more times, with my confidence growing more each day. I began to sit with the 'cool kids,' everyone was interested in Maya's life, her interests, and apparently a few guys had their eyes on her. Maya, or should I say, 'I' went from a timid new kid, to a bubbly, confident girl. I felt completely at home, and soon being Maya became second nature. I'd even learned some quick make-up tips, applying them to myself. After a while I was questioned about my whereabouts, since Maya was never in class. I told them that I was in a work experience program, that allowed me to leave at 10:30, but I took a study hall, and then lunch, before I left. I think that satisfied them. ~~~ One day, leaving lunch as Maya, I passed Jenna, who greeted me, "Hi!" "Oh, uh hi, Jenna." She looked at me. "You know who I am?" 'Oops,' I thought. "Yeah... I'm trying to learn people, put names with faces." "Oh," she said, seeming to be satisfied. "Have you lived here before? You seem, familiar, somehow," She looked closely at me. "No. I'm from the west coast." "You speak like you're from here." I hunched my shoulders, as to say 'I don't know,' running my hand through my hair. "Well, I will see you around, I have to go to my work program." I couldn't go directly to the boy's restroom since jenna was around, nor could I go to the girl's. Jenna would definitely follow me in, trying to comb for more info, also I didn't want to chance being seen as Mike, coming out of the girl's restroom. I snuck into the boy's changing rooms, after they changed for gym that period. I dare to think what would happen if I were found. It made me a little late, but with my reputation, teachers would let such a trivial thing slide. ~~~ After the close encounter with Jenna, I decided that Maya needed time off. I'd let being her get in the way of some of my usual hobbies, and projects I needed to do. I spent too much time looking up things that I should know as Maya; inconsequental, stupid things, like who sung what song, or what accesory matches what outfit. I think I may have lost some brain cells. I also took a break because being Maya wasn't my real life. As great as I felt for the short amount of time others saw me as her, it was a lie; I didn't even think it was a well told one. ~~~ It was now Friday after school, and for Scott and myself, another trip to 'Neckbeard's' was in order. As we walked, we passed Jenna, who just lightly spoke, "Hey guys." Scott and I greeted her and went about our way. "Jenna's a little down," Scott noticed. "Then you go console her," I snapped. "Hey man, why are you so mad at her?" "I'm not." I went into a rant on relationship dynamics, and how her being too close had no benefit for myself, while she had someone to lean on, and waste their time, something otherwise called the friend-zone. Although Jenna and I weren't romantic interests, I had no desire to be in the friend-zone of any girl, her included. Though I wasn't socially inclined, I knew about these things, and the few of my ilk that did know a girl, usually got this treatment, and would complain to the rest of us about it. Coming up to Neckbeard's, I noticed the machine from before was gone. Going in, we were greeted by Matt, and the, uh, cultivated aroma of the store. "Girlfriend not with you today?" the owner, Matt asked. "Who, Jenna? Yeah, she's out doing girlfriend things, I guess." I rolled my eyes. We went on to pick some movies up, filling our queue for a while. After paying, we were on the way to Scott's place when he began another line of questioning. "So, you haven't been to lunch all week, what gives?" "You know, man, just hanging out," "Not at the library," Scott finished. "I've gone to a different spot everyday." It was such a weak excuse. I could have smacked myself for it. "Oh, and well, you haven't seen Maya?" "The girl you mentioned? Actually, no," I answered confidently. "She seems to only be at school during lunch," Scott deduced, his eyes in thinking mode. "Do you like her?" "Nah. She sits with the high-maintenance group." "Oh, okay." I knew he suspected something, but I wasn't sure if he put my absence with Maya's presence together. I mean, to anyone else, it shouldn't be plausible that we have anything to do with each other, even someone as smart as Scott. If he did suspect anything, he kept it to himself, as I heard nothing else about it all weekend, which was fine by me. ~~~ During a lunch period, I exchanged numbers with some girls who wanted to go out to a mall the following Friday. I agreed; I knew that they would probably boy watch, but I could get in a conversation or two about what the pretty girls actually liked in guys, and this would be my first outing with others as Maya. I had gone to run a few errands in my female form, getting used to it. I enjoyed the way I was treated, everyone was much nicer to me. I knew that guys were eyeing me as as the pretty girl I appeared to be; a possible conquest, and thus their motivation for helping me out was suspect, but even women inherently treated me nicer. There seemed to be no negatives to being Maya, other than the fact that I had no actual life as her. Also, I would need to get clothes of my own, and I was sure my new friends' hobbies included shopping, and vanity. They could even save me effort by choosing my stuff for me. ~~~ The week passed smoothly, Scott hadn't asked me anything about Maya, nor my whereabouts at lunch, and still no one else questioned me too much as Maya, apparently satisfied with my cover story. Friday, after school, I told Scott that I wasn't going to be able to hang out, but would tomorrow. He was fine with it, he said that he'd probably game tonight, as it'd been movies, and projects recently. Arriving home, I changed into Maya, and looked up the most simple ways to tease my hair into an acceptable style for my skill. I also waited until my sister left, and snatched some of her make-up, and magazines. I looked at the colors, and then tried to find women who wore similar shades to what my sister had, and I would copy that. It was simple enough, like drawing, something I was more than proficient at. Satisfied that I looked good enough, I snuck out while Mom and Dad were away, and met with the girls a few blocks from my house. The girls, a group of four, welcomed me in the large Audi sedan. There were 3 girls, I recognised from the cheer squad, Leslie, a leggy blonde, Amanda, a curvy brunette, and the driver, Ashley also blonde, I would say she was gorgeous. In the back as I swung in, I was looking at the last passenger...Jenna!? After we greeted, my eyes caught Jenna, who was next to me, in the middle. We both nervously smiled. I felt as if I shouldn't have been there; in my mind, Jenna knew who I was. I glanced at the familiar scenery out of my window to distract myself, when I heard my name called. "Maya?" "Oh, yeah?" "I could have picked you up at your house," Ashley said. "Ah, thanks but my parents would have come out and bothered everyone," I lied. Good thing, as Jenna would have known my house. We went to Bayside Mall, which oddly enough, was not near a bay. The trip there was basically myself nodding and agreeing with various things they said, and an occasional interjection, if I somewhat knew the subject. It had been joked that this is what marriage was like. Mentally, I was still a man, okay, a boy, among girls, and it seemed to be an agreeable notion. We entered the mall, in our clique, a lot of male attention was on us, even that of men I was sure could be our father's age. I followed them, as we walked around, going to various stores, looking at items, holding things in front of themselves, asking opinions. It was tiresome. When I came here as Mike, I knew what I wanted, I got it, and got out. Nothing other than my original goal ever mattered. The girls pointed out guys, asking my opinion, to which I gave non- committal "he's okay" answers. While I liked the fact that I was attractive to people, I still wasn't happy that it was to guys. I still felt the same. Guys were nasty to me, the girls I was with, however... I had noticed that Jenna wasn't as gung-ho about the guy watching as the rest. Other than being a pretty girl, she didn't seem to have much in common with the rest of the group. Sure, she laughed, giggled, and did uh, girly stuff with them, but she seemed a little detached. Having a seat in the food court, all; the girls scooted in a close group, commenting that I hadn't said much, or commented on any guys. "So, what's your type of guy?" Ashley asked, the others looking at me intently. "Uh, well..." I didn't have an answer. Sure, I knew if a guy was handsome, in a totally straight way, but I really didn't feel like judging anyone now, in 'Maya's' straight opinion. If the answer wasn't genuine, the girls would see through me, making this possibly uncomfortable. "She doesn't have an answer," Jenna said for me. I think she could read me, much the same as when I was Mike. "Let her answer, this is boring." "Well, I never put much thought into it. I guess different guys can have different qualities that stand out." "You don't think about it? Looking like you do? You must get hit on all the time!" they said, minus Jenna. "No, not really," Which was the truth. No one had actually yet had the chance to do so. "Wow, you sound like a prude," the also well-developed Amanda commented. "Are you a..." "Virgin? Yes," I answered proudly. Strange. Answering this question 'yes' as an attractive girl was something to be proud of. However, as an ungainly boy, it would be an embarrassment. Double standards sucked. The girls looked at me in shock. Except Jenna, who grabbed my hands into hers, smiling. "That's great, Maya!" In my male mind, seeing this cute expression on Jenna was nice. Even as Maya, it was relaxing. Jenna was definitely a good girl. "Jenna thinks it's nice because she's also a virgin!" Amanda commented. "And will forever remain one, hanging out with those nerds!" "Both are choices I made, Manda, choices I am perfectly happy with," Jenna said confidently. "Really?" Leslie asked, her mouth twisted into a 'pfft' pout. "There's nothing wrong with either," I added. "I also want someone special for my first," I said truthfully. "And I don't see the problem with nerds," I added, wanting to get their opinion. In fact, that was why I came; to get intelligence. Although coming from these girls, I doubted much that I would learn would actually be intelligent. "I mean, nerds will be fine, after they have their uber careers. They can help raise the kids we'll have with the hot guys, and we might give them one of their own if they aren't impotent," Amanda laughed. "Wow. You have it worked out already," I commented. "They make their own beds by being they way they are. Look at Jenna's friend, Scott. He is such a waste. Throw some nice clothes on that guy, and tell him to shut up, and I'd do him," Amanda said, looking at Jenna. "That other guy..." She just laughed without finishing. I wanted to punch this girl, but I was learning what hot girls thought. It actually seemed that the relationship between Amanda and Jenna was catty "They're not bad guys," Jenna said defensively. ~~~~ I was sure that I lost half of my brain cells dealing with those girls yesterday. Only Jenna was a proverbial ray of light. However, I'd gotten a few outfits to wear as Maya, which was the main goal. Scott and I hung out as usual this weekend, with our usual activities. I was on the floor, while he laid across the couch, and I heard him say, "Dude, you lay like a girl." I noticed myself, and immediately shifted. 'Dammit!' I thought. All the alone time just hanging in my room as Maya, must be affecting me, I was in fact laying with my arms folded under my chin, swinging my calves, something that seemed natural to do when I was Maya. I still didn't know if Scott was considering anything, and it really bothered me. I just didn't want him to know. What would he think? That I was gay? Or that I liked being a girl? I mean.. that last part was semi-true. I did like being Maya, I mattered so much more to everyone. There wasn't this overly sexual feeling to being Maya, I couldn't describe it. ~~~~~~~ Monday, Scott and I walked to school, with Jenna flanking us. "Hi guys!" Scott greeted her, and she gave me a nervous smile. "Hey," I said non-committally. "So, I hung out with the new girl this weekend," Jenna began. Scott and I looked at each other. "She's totally awesome. You guys would love her." "That so?" Scott asked. "So you're not the only good girl that hangs with the 'in-crowd?'" "Hey, those are...uh my friends. Nah, frenemies." She chuckled. "Well, she's a virgin, and wants someone special, and isn't turned off by nerds. In fact, Manda was letting everyone now how she feels about you guys, and Maya defended you! It was awesome!" Jenna was smiling. "Maybe I'll get her to come over for lunch. It'll be like a double-date!" She laughed. Grabbing my arm, she said, "I'll take this one, and Scott, you can have Maya!" I grabbed my arm from Jenna. "I still haven't seen this mystery girl." "That's right," Scott said, "she's supposed to be on a work program...so I hear..." "So you hear...?" Jenna teased. "I think that we have a match!" "Well, no," Scott quickly answered. "She's a little interesting. And, I do remember Mike having a picture on his phone, and I swear that was her." He looked towards me, "You still have that?" "Nope. So, she looked like that, huh?" I feigned bemusement. "Not bad." "She's really nice, though, "Jenna began, "and she feels very familiar. Like I've known her forever." "I guess if you say so." I rolled my eyes. I decided against Maya today. I knew what was waiting if I did. Also I couldn't explain my presence, or lack of, considering. Maya would have to wait to meet Scott. ~~~~~ I looked at my phone, seeing a message from Jenna. 'You mad bro, or nah?' 'Wat' 'Can we talk?' 'We talk often enough' 'Serious here. Please' Ugh. I didn't like how this was sounding, and I really didn't want to be bothered. 'Okay whatever, after school' 'thx ;)' ~~~~~ After School, I met Scott, and told him that Jenna wanted to talk, so I would catch up to him later. He signed off, leaving towards his destination, and I waited for Jenna. She appeared to be saying her good- byes to her so-called frenemies, leaving me wondering why they were worth the time to do so. Being Maya certainly didn't give me insight on why girls can keep people around them that they couldn't tolerate much of. I guess it's more stuff to snicker about during girl talk. I guess. Jenna walked up to me smiling. "Hi, Mike" "Jenna." I exhaled. "So, you know your friends are probably shitting on us right now." "They are," she answered plainly, hunching her shoulders. "And they're your friends? I totally and completely get that." "You'd have to be a girl." She grinned. 'What you don't know....' I thought. However that didn't make it any more clear. We began walking towards our neighborhood. "You said you wanted to speak..." I looked at Jenna who was walking with her head a little lowered, and her arms in front, fingers intertwined. "Right. Mike," she began, looking at me, "I would like to know what I've done to you?" I rubbed my face in exasperation before answering, "Nothing." "Mike, I know you. That 'nothing' means something," she argued. "I am not mad at you, you haven't done anything. Unless I may consider your pestering me currently, a thing." "Pestering? I'm trying to get to the bottom of whatever's going on in that head of yours. You've been different, more distant lately." "Distant? How? Not any more distant than two people of the opposite gender who hang in opposite crowds," I pointed out. "But does that mean you have to act like this to me?" "I'm not acting any kind of way, Jenna!" I exclaimed. "What is your deal? Why is it that important? You have a life to live, and hanging out around Scott and I isn't going to help, when you have to defend your actions in doing so every time you hang out. It would be easier for us all... if you'd stop hanging around." "Wow, you really feel that way?" Jenna asked, seemingly hurt. We'd been friends for a long time, and she was genuinely a great girl to her core, and I didn't want a daily reminder of what I couldn't have in my face everyday. It might be selfish, but Jenna truly got nothing from hanging with us, unless you count ridicule. "We're friends, dammit. Does that not mean anything? We enjoy all the same things, we never run out of things to do, or talk about. I wouldn't be happy if I had to stop hanging around you guys." ~~~~~ It was lunch time, and I had gone through my ritual of becoming Maya, and going to lunch. I was picking at the food I was eating, when I noticed an incoming call. My ringtone, a tone from the game Skyrim loudly played. Girls looked at me as I pulled out my phone to quiet it. "What kind of music?" was a question I heard a few times. I guess it was also strange to them that I didn't have a white iPhone with a pink case, but rather my hulking black LG phone with a screen protector. It was probably also strange to them that my ringtone wasn't something like 'Happy,' 'I'm So Fancy,' or whatever everyone's listening to. I looked at my phone again. It was Scott. I guessed that he wanted to figure out where I was at lunch. Well, little did he know I was two tables down. These sessions were less engaging as time went on, it became the same thing over and over. If I was going to get anything more out of this, I would have to get Maya to enroll as a real student. I could probably make it happen if I wanted to use connections in the cyber world, but there were still problems, namely where would I, as Mike go? I still had to be in school, and earn my future. Also on the chance that I were to be found out, where do I even begin? This was an opportunity, and I couldn't waste it doing lunch. It was a wonder that I hadn't been discovered, and that did kind of add to the excitement. But it was lunch, and the only thing verified was if we had lunch cards or not for free lunch. As normal, I checked my surroundings before heading into the boy's restroom. I usually left five or so minutes early to try to get the room to myself, and once I was leaving as Mike, no one was none the wiser. I changed as usual, and stuffed Maya's things in my bookbag. I walked out of the restroom, and into Scott. "Mike," he said with suspicion in his voice. "What's... up?" "You tell me?" Scott was thinking, gears were turning. "I saw Maya walk in, and you walk out." "Dude. She wasn't in there," I returned confidently. "Okay, say I believe that, then explain a few things. You had a picture of her on your phone before anyone ever saw her. You also haven't been at lunch any day she is here. Nobody ever sees her outside of lunch, and today, when I called your phone, I saw her quieting a phone; same phone as you, same ringtone as you," Scott was studying me, "I thought something was up, but I couldn't figure it out. So, I called you on purpose to see what she'd do, and I followed her to the restroom, where my best bud happened to be exiting." Scott had been on to something the whole time. I had to think. "What are you suggesting? I know her?" "Maybe. Maybe more?" "More...? What, that I dress up? You've seen her, there is no way I could make myself look like that. Everything is different," I reasoned. "But similar enough," Scott retorted. "Also, for someone who's claimed never to see her, you do know an awful lot about how she looks," Scott said, his look piercing me. I was getting nervous. "Scott, man..." "MIKE!?" Scott looked both ways, students barely begging to fill the hallways post lunch. "YOUR HAIR!" I was changing uncontrollably. I spun quickly back into the restroom, taking a stall, with Scott briskly following behind. "What's going on!?" My changing voice squeaked, "I'll tell you in a minute." "Your voice," Scott got out before a few guys entered. Students came and left the restroom, even a few in the stall next to me. I stayed in the same position; standing with my pants pulled to my ankles, to appear as another person taking a dump. Once there was a quiet spell, I tried to focus on becoming Mike again, and it wouldn't happen. "Mike," I heard Scott softly say. I decided to emerge from the stall, as Maya, wearing Mike's clothing. Scott's eyes widened, "Are...you Maya? Mike?" "I can't change back!" I exclaimed, "I'm stuck!" What can I do!?" I was rubbing my temples, and rubbing my face, in typical Mike fasion. Scott was too bewildered to offer assistance. "We have to get out of here." Scott left the restroom, and gave me the clear. I couldn't afford to be caught like this, unable to change back. I always figured that if I were stopped, I could get out view, change, and that would be that. We left school. As soon as we were off premises, Scott stopped. "Okay, so I think I need an explanation of what I'm seeing." I looked at Scott, who was staring at me, and answered, "Uhm, I can change into a girl, as you just saw. All I know is that it began randomly one day, I woke up this way, and figured out how to change back, and have been playing with it ever since." "Playing with it ever since?" Scott said, taking away the tension. "I walked into that," I surmised. "Look, we have to get somewhere, quick. We don't want to be picked up for being out during school hours. You maybe able to pass, but for myself, either version..." We hurried to Scott's house. I was no longer nervous, and was able to change to Scott's amazement. "That is freaking awesome!" Scott exclaimed. "So... this is why you haven't been at lunch, and also why Jenna likes 'Maya.'" "Yeah," I started, "Basically the most useful thing was trying to infiltrate the popular girls, but man they are horrible. Like Jenna said, they had some stuff to say. Ah, I remember the one about getting pregnant by studs, then letting nerds marry them later." I shook my head. "But, on the other side, Amanda would do you." Scott was unimpressed. He was a genetic specimen, he knew that based on looks, and physical traits, that he could have any girl. Why he would be a nerd was beyond me. I was extremely average, without the hardiness that a woman would pursue. I versed myself in human relations. As Amanda verified with her comment; a woman (which I barely considered Amanda) was physically attracted to genes, however non-primal instinct was for external provisions, which a person with sub-standard genes may provide, and that male, feeling more gracious to have said female, will provide for her and other men's offspring, on the chance that he may be provided one by her as well. "Dude, I would love to be able to turn my head away at sleeping with Amanda Chambers," I said. "Bro, it's not about that. It seems all you are concerned about anymore. You also treat Jenna like trash because your fear of women, or whatever 'games' you think they want to play with you." "Games?" I exhaled. "I just listened to Amanda confirm everything I've ever thought! Jenna? What does she think? That I'm going to be her male BFF while she gets with some broseph, and I'll be there to lean on? Yeah...no!" "Shame, man." Scott looked thoughtfully at me. "You turn into a hotter chick than Amanda. You'd think you'd be able to learn something. As smart as we are, this goes beyond logic, or anything we know. There has to be an answer. This happened for a reason, and given the way you feel about relationships, and women, that could be it." "I don't know. It doesn't seem to have happened for any good reason, but I can say that I actually do feel better when I'm Maya." Scott looked at me quizzically. "So, Maya?" I wrinkled my face, and told him the story of the name. "Well, I like it, actually," Scott complimented. I looked at him saying, "Shut it, there is a reason I didn't want to let you know about this!" "Oh, you're such a girl!" He laughed. I laughed, I couldn't help myself. The irony was hilarious. ~~~~~ The following day, Scott and I were walking to school. "Yeah so I guess I got too nervous yesterday when you confronted me about Maya. I really didn't know what to do." "And you're fine now?" "Yeah," I answered before we were joined by Jenna. "Guys," she greeted. We greeted her back. "I didn't see Maya yesterday. I really wanted you to meet her, Scott!" Scott coughed, and I glanced nervously. "Shame," he said. "Sounded like she would have been nice to hang out with," Scott said, looking at me. I made a face, and a quick tap to my chest, with my hands coming out in a 'boob heft' motion, signalling him to stop. I didn't want to be set off because of a potential uncomfortable situation. "Maybe today," Jenna said, unaware of the unsaid conversation Scott and I had. "Maybe," Scott finished. We headed for school. ~~~~~ I glanced about, walking through the cafeteria. I sat across from Scott. His eyes lit up. "Mi..ya!?" I smiled. "The one and only!" The rest of the eyes in the cafeteria were on me. The rest of the nerds couldn't believe that someone that looked like me was sitting with them. Then again, I don't think anyone else believed it either. Except Jenna, who was bringing her tray to our table. "Maya!" She gave me a hug, which could be described as...sisterly? I didn't know. "Ohmigod! I wanted you to meet Scott, so bad. He's really a great guy!" Jenna lit up. "I had a feeling about this guy," I said smiling. "Aw, that's great!" Jenna gushed. "I know you'll like each other," Scott and I laughed. Jenna had no idea. "Hmmm, so where is Mike?" Scott answered, "Haven't seen him, Sorry Jen." I gave an un-knowing look, as if I had no clue. "It's fine, I'll catch him later." I could see some concern on her face, and I felt bad that we had to lie about my whereabouts. I should be more than happy that someone like Jenna even cared if I lived. As lunch progressed, I actually began to go to a dark place in my mind about Jenna, and her 'concern.' I was seething inside. I had no real reason to be angry about anything. I just couldn't shake the thought that I could possibly be Jenna's 'bitch boy.' ~~~~~~~ As Scott and I walked home, I began, "Were you expecting Maya for lunch?" "Hmmm, Maya for... lunch?" he playfully leered. I scrunched my face up. "Freaking gross dude." "Gosh, you're so sensitive these days!" Scott threw his hands up. I shook my head. "Anyway, yeah. And it also caused everyone to bother me all day." "I'm sorry. I, I just thought it'd be funny." "No apologies bro...er, sis!" "Man, I'm going to hit you!" I raised an arm and Scott took off. I don't remember us being this...playful before. Something made me want to change right here and right now. I felt like I should be Maya now. But I had no where to change, and as Maya, I was not supposed to be around after lunch. ~~~~~~ As Scott and I hung out, I used the form of Maya. It felt good. Nothing sexual, but rather comfortable. As time passed, I felt more natural as Maya than myself. Scott and I still did our usual, but most times I was Maya. I'd even gone into Neckbeard's in this form, pretending to be Scott's girlfriend. "So, you traded in your buddy for the girl, huh?" "Fairly nice upgrade, huh?" Scott answered, looking at me. I didn't take offense. ~~~~~ More time passed, and I was only Mike when I absolutely needed to be. Leaving home for school, during most school hours, and that was about it. I'd even taken to walking home as Maya a few times. One day, Jenna approached. "Hey guys!" Jenna moved to give me a hug, which I stiffly accepted. "Hey, Jen," Scott answered. "Nothing, much. So, anyone heard anything from Mike?" I'd been texted by Jenna a few times, here and there, and only gave quick answers. As far as I was concerned, her texts were ruining my good time. "We haven't seen him. I don't think he likes being around when I'm here," I answered. "Poor guy, he must feel lonely," Jenna said, sadness in her voice. "I wish he'd actually talk to me. You, someone. I guess I'll call him later." She looked dejected. I guess she needed me to lean on. Well, whatever! Nobody needs Mike! Not Jenna, and not me! "Well, you guys do look really cute together! I'm so glad for you two!" Jenna said cheerily, a stark contrast to moments prior. I found myself blushing at her comment. Despite the time Scott and I spent together, we weren't like that. With Jenna having left, Scott asked me, "What are you going to do about her?" "What do you mean?" I asked with a hint of mock indignation, laughing, I continued, "She wants Mike! Do YOU see Mike? I mean, I don't see him around here." I motioned my hands and hunched my shoulders. "You're bad," Scott said. "I'm good. At least now I am," I looked harder at Scott, "Who would you rather be around?" Scott looked away, and sighed. "I thought so," With that, I grabbed Scott's arm, letting it rest on the swell of my chest, surprising him, and began walking toward his house. ~~~~~ Upon arrival at Scott's, I had a call from Jen. I had been more careful about my phone since the incident that lead to me being found out. I used a Google Voice number, so calls and texts wouldn't cross over from Mike. I also bought a pink case for the phone for use while I was Maya. Yay me! I guess I would call Jenna once I got home. Eh. Maybe not. ~~~~~ It was the weekend. I was going to stay over Scott's tonight. Since I had been staying in my Maya form, we decided to just keep it his house. His room was the basement, unlike me where mine was upstairs. I could only be Maya at home because I didn't make noise. Scott and I decided to go to the mall; we were going to do dinner, and... "Maya!" Amanda said as she and her clique saw us. "It's our favorite mystery student. Getting along well with.." "Scott," I finished for her, backing close into him. "Hmmmm, Scott?" Amanda asked, looking at him. "You know, this little miss goody-goody couldn't do anything that I could for you..." "You're absolutely right, and that includes giving me venereal diseases," Scott answered. Amanda's friends, who included Jenna were in shock at the comeback, as was I. "Who..who do you think!?" Amanda sneered. "Just a guy you want to bang," Scott answered with a smirk. I felt him guide my small body away. "We came here to enjoy ourselves, see you if I see you," Scott and I walked away to the gossip of Amanda's group. "Scott, you were awesome back there!" I beamed. "It was nothing but the truth." He smiled. I felt at ease. I always knew that Scott wasn't as timid as the rest of the nerds, but this was just amazing to see him in action. I really wouldn't call him a nerd, as he never physically fit the bill, he was just a guy who happen to be into some geeky things, and as smart as any socially awkward nerd. Scott and I ate our dinner, and left the mall. I would have liked to use the opportunity to shop, but I was too self conscious to shop for myself in front of Scott. What would he think seeing me buy things out of a girl's store? ~~~~~ Over Scott's house, we did our normal activities; watched bad movies, ate bad snacks, and played games. I did remain as Maya this time. While I wore 'guy' night clothes of boxers, and a tank top, I knew that they fit me tightly since I had more mass in certain areas than Mike. I knew that moving in certain ways gave Scott 'unintended' views, and I actually liked it. I didn't feel gay doing this, and knowing that he had to enjoy the view made me feel nice. We were naturally a little more playful, and Scott would even pick me up, but despite a little natural...tension between a hot girl, and a hot guy, Scott behaved himself, as did I. Wait, did I just call him a 'hot guy'? ~~~~~ "Mike!" Jenna practically shouted at me. I turned to the direction of her voice, to see her trotting up to me. "Jenna, to what do I owe the pleasure?" It was before lunch, and I was going to make my change. "I'm glad I finally caught you. You've been a hard one to catch." "That so? Who's been wanting to catch me?" Jenna gave me a silly grin. "ME, of course!" Argh, she was wasting my precious time!!! "Okay, then what do you want?", I gruffed. "You're going to eat with me today," she said, as a matter-of-fact. "And if I refuse?" I looked her angrily in the eyes. "I'll be sad." With that answer, I deflated. With that, she offered her arm, and off we went, with me having a dejected feeling. ~~~~~ Picking over my lunch, I couldn't look at Scott. I sat opposite of him, instead of next to him, as I had taken to doing as Maya. Scott seemed less bothered than I was, but I already knew that I was somewhat fragile, more fragile than one with my intelligence should be. Jenna was next to me, which was unusual. "Scott, where's Maya?" Jenna asked him. "She left early." "Oh, I see. She is truly awesome, you seem so different, since you met her. I was amazed at the mall on Friday, classic!" Scott smirked. "Come on, Jen. You know me better than that! Besides, it was easy to deal with her because she's told everyone that she'd do me. That means that she doesn't have a valid comeback," Scott shook his head. Jenna laughed. "True, true!" I looked around, pursing my lips, I was just waiting for school to be over. I did not feel like being part of the conversation, or anything else. The bell rang for lunch to end, and it couldn't have come any sooner. I quickly got up, and headed up, feeling a hand grab my shoulder. "Mike, I could tell you didn't want to be there. I'm sorry, I should have let you go wherever you've been going." "It's nothing, really. It was... good, uh talking to you." She slightly shook her head, "Hah, we didn't talk," she laughed. "Yeah," I agreed. "I do have a question." I looked at her suspiciously. "Shoot." She looked a little nervous, which was unusual for Jenna. "I want to hang out, just you, and me. This weekend, or even next." I studied her. "Why? You're going to have to deal with ol' whatserface, and all of that." "They don't tell me what to do, Mike." I looked at her unimpressed. She huffed, slightly exasperated. "If that were true, I'd have been with someone already!" I raised my hands. "I don't need to know that, it doesn't matter to me." "Does it?" she asked. "No. Conversation over." My patience with Jenna was truly running thin. The time constraint we had, as well as all the students around were the only things keeping me from going into a full-blown tirade about exactly why what she did or didn't do did not matter to me. I wasn't going to be the dope listening to it, while hoping that one day...just one day...maybe!" I left. ~~~~~ After school, Scott and I were walking home, with me in the form of Maya, and I began. "What's Jenna's deal? Why doesn't she get that I'm not going to be her prop!" "Whoa, you need to lay off of her," Scott warned. "As soon as she lays off of speaking to Mike, me." I angrily walked with Scott to his house. Upon arrival, I hefted my backpack off, and made myself comfortable on the couch. "Scott, I want to know something," I said with declaration. "Uh, yeah?" he cautiously asked. "Look at me," I demanded, "Am I not perfect?" Scott was having a hard time answering, so I removed my clothes. "Does this help?" I asked, once the clothes cascaded from my perfect body. Scott nervously answered, "Uh, yeah," with his mouth agape. I slowly moved towards him. "Do you want me?" Scott stood still. I knew his mind was racing. Here I was a 'perfect' specimen of a female, standing in front of him, naked. "Mike!" He shook his head. *WHAM* I slapped him across his face, demanding, "DO I LOOK LIKE A MIKE!? You want to screw me, every male I've ever seen wants to screw me. No one wants to screw Mike, and no one needs him, or even misses him!" I grabbed Scott's hands, and placed them on my breasts. "Show me how desirable I am." Scott yanked his hands away. "You are not thinking right." "If you won't do it, someone else will," I reminded him. I immediately rubbed my face, "I'm sorry, Scott, I really am. I should go," I just realized that I was treating the two friends that I did have horribly. "You don't have to," Scott said. "I'm not offended to have someone like you give me a proposition, but I don't want it for any other reason." "Scott, maybe this is how it's supposed to be? Maybe I'm supposed to be this way? It makes perfect sense. I'm happier this way, and you, I and Jenna are still friends. At least Jenna and I are friends while I'm me." "I don't know. Have you even thought about the fact that you don't actually exist?" "Infact, I have. I can have my gender changed officially once I'm 18 as any transgender woman could. I still have the intelligence, I can still make the grades." "What about everything else?" Scott asked. "Our community is conservative, even if you are really a woman, if your parents think you're... going through something, they are going to cut college support." "Which is why changing back and forth as needed is useful," I returned. "Scott, will you support me?" I asked hopefully. "Regardless, I think this is the answer, this is my purpose. I would be nothing as Mike. Already, more people take notice of my simply existing, than ever did of Mike." "I understand," Scott started, sighing heavily, "But, I do want you to know that Mike is still loved by his family and friends, and matters to us." I broke down, and grabbed Scott, crying into his chest. I had never been affected by words that much. "Thank you." "Okay, okay, you're still pressed up against me with bare boobs!" Scott laughed. I jumped back in surprise at myself, "I'm sorry." "Nooo, noo, the pleasure was all mine!" I laughed. "I bet it was! Or at least, it could've been," I teased. I put my clothes back on, and we proceeded where we left off with our weekend. I did catch myself keeping physically close to Scott this weekend, however. ~~~~~ Taking a day after school home, I decided to remain as Mike this day, to 'get a feel' of things. I felt as though while I retained my actual intelligence, and knowledge as Maya, I didn't have the full clarity and transparency I did as Mike. I needed some real time to be able to think clearly. Now, while I wasn't the manliest boy on the streets, I was a male through and through, I desired a girlfriend, almost too badly. That was one subject that I didn't have my touted clarity on. I knew I treated Jenna kinda badly because she was a beautiful girl, a perfect girl, the type of girl I would marry. I know, a young guy like myself shouldn't make such declarations, but I've known Jenna forever, and know most of what there is to know about her. Someone like her would be perfect. However, her incessant presence is just a reminder that I couldn't attain something like her. Enter Maya; my alter ego. I wouldn't have thought something like this would be possible in real life. As much of a nerd as I am, I had come up with a how. Taking into account some things I've watched, I figured that it was the machine I used by Neckbeard's, ALA Tom Hank's 'BIG.' It made as much sense as I could make from this whole thing, and I doubted that anyone else could come up with anything better. I was also suspicious of how I hadn't been able to find the machine again. However, there were differences; The world didn't change to fit with me being Maya. Also, I could change at will. I did notice that some outside 'forces' could dampen my ability to change or reverse. As of now, being around Scott made it really hard to change back, and I noticed that when I am Mike around Scott, I have to concentrate to not change into Maya. That brings me to the why. As I told Scott, I think it had to do with him. While I most certainly don't...partake in the fancying of men, I have no issue with Scott. I LIKE being close to him, I like how small I feel next to him, I like when he absent-mindedly checks me out, and I like us. While we haden't taken any steps to be anything more than the friends we are, I like how playful we are, and the tension caused by our obvious attraction. It's as if I had all the things I wanted from the opposite sex, exactly as I wished. In the cruel plot twist, I had to be a girl in order to do so. Of course, that would be way too simple. ~~~~~~ As time passed, I felt like I was giving up on Mike. I mean, why would I bother? Mike was just something that I needed to be my anchor to life. I needed his identity and nothing more. At school, mainly the only time I was in male form, I did notice that Jenna avoided me, and the distance was increasing. She didn't come up to Scott and I, she hadn't asked to hang out, or come to Neckbreard's with us. When I was Maya, she would speak, but generally seemed down. While I hated having anything to do with being Mike, I was a little concerned about Jenna. If my plan was for us to still be friends, it wouldn't work if she was like this. I approached Jenna, who was at her locker, I presumed gathering things for the next period. "Sup," I greeted. "Mike," she replied indifferently. "How are you?" I offered. She was looking at me as though I was insignificant. I wouldn't blame her. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, with an unimpressed look about her face. "I, uh," She used my line! "Uhm, I mean. You know. We're friends aren't we?" "We are?" She asked, with mock surprise, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think otherwise as of now." "You're right. I'll go," I weakly said, turning around. I couldn't blame her. I'd been lousy as a friend, and very selfish. Even now, my motivation was self serving. I started to walk away then I heard, "Mike, don't go." I turned around to see Jenna looking at me. "I guess I'm not you, I can't do the mad thing forever." "I'm sorry Jenna. There's just so much going on, I would never be mad at you. You know the cliche' of 'it's not you, it's me?' Well, it's something like that. Can we talk a little later?" "Okay, sure." "Thanks, Jenna." With that, I went to finish the rest of my day at school. ~~~~ Today, I would stay as Mike and walk with Jenna. I shot Scott a text, and he was fine. "You wanted to talk." "Yeah. A little. So what's going on?" "Same old. By the way, that's what I should be asking you. I was looking for you, texting you, and not even Scott and Maya know where you've been, or what you've been up to. On top of that, you've been such a huge asshole to me lately and I haven't done anything to you," It seemed as though she had been waiting to say that a while. "I know. I apologize to you, Jenna. It's my thought process; you wouldn't understand my point of view, and I don't expect you to. I'm lucky someone like you even cares that I exist," I admitted. "You have a way of showing that." "I know. Jenna, it's not that easy. Let's hang out like before. You, Scott and I can get into something? I mean, movies, whatever you want to do." "You and me. Next weekend. I'll decide, and you'll agree. Take it or leave it," she flatly offered. "Okay. Sure, anything. I'm sorry Jenna," I re-apologized. I figured that getting my friendship with Jenna back to normal would help for when I was Maya; she'd be more willing to hang out around Scott and I, and a different friendship between her, Maya and Scott would flourish. "You aren't going to disappear on us again, are you?" "Jenna, I'm really busy. I've been working on a huge project. Scott's kind of busy these days, so I have had to go it alone. I'll make myself available if it matters, okay?" I offered. "Make sure you do. Now, are you going to see the lady home?" "Milady!" ~~~~~ I had a week before I hung out with Jenna, but today I was with Scott. I was thinking about seeing if he wanted to be more than buddies. We had such perfect chemistry when I was Maya. It was to the point that I couldn't be Mike around him. I would feel uneasy whenever he had to so much as look at me in that form. Unfortunately, something was keeping keeping us from making that next step. So, I had amassed a bunch of female clothing and accessories, and spent a lot of free time learning how to put myself together. I would begin by taking a bubble bath. This would be my first actual bath since being a kid. I preferred showers, and even as Maya so far that hadn't changed. I was getting myself into the mood. I wanted to 'girl it up.' The more feminine I could feel, the easier tonight would be. Everyone was gone at this time of the day on Fridays; Mom with her Extreme Couponing group, and Dad with the husbands of those said couponers, maybe watching baseball. Michelle was never to be found; she drove and couldn't be bothered to come home until curfew. I soaked in the bath. This was relaxing, so relaxing that I could...fall asleep. Any tension that I had melted away as I sponged myself. I layed back... "OH MY GOD!!! WHO ARE YOU!?!" I woke with a start. Michelle? Dammit. "Michelle! It's me!!" I got up, almost falling back in the tub. I grabbed a towel quickly following her. Michelle hurried away from the bathroom, calling, "Tommy! Tommy!?" "I'm here! It's me, Michelle!" I approached slowly. "Who are you!? Are you with my brother? Where is he?" "I'm Mike," I offered. She looked at me as if I were crazy. I dropped the towel to cover my waist, which exposed my breasts. "You better get away from me! Out of my house NOW." I changed in front of her. She looked at me with bewilderment. "What did I just..?" "I can change into a girl, Michelle," I willed myself back. "Oh. My. God. You're a girl!? Mike?" I thought we went through that already, but I answered, "Yes," "YOU'RE the girl Scott has been hanging with?" "That is correct." "Oh my God...you look just like me, but.." 'Better,' I thought. "So how many times are you going to declare your deity?" "This is crazy!" She covered her mouth. "So does Scott know it's you?" "Yeah," I explained what had happened so far, and how I was discovered. We were now in my room. I had put on a shirt and boxers. This was the first time Michelle had been in my room in years. "It smells like a girl's room in here," she commented. "I've spent more time as Maya than as Mike in recent times," I showed my sister the female things that I'd bought since this began. My male things, such as clothing was basically a front for the female things hidden about. My room was always clean, so Mom never snuck around, or did any of those annoying cleanings that sons usually dread. "Wow. This is amazing." Michelle looked like she was thinking, "So, you were getting ready to go out with Scott tonight? So, you like him like that?" "I think so. I believe this happened for that reason, among others. I wished to be popular among the opposite gender, I guess this was how it was supposed to happen. Ironic." "I'd say." "But look at me. I definitely look like part of our family. Why didn't I just get good genes as Mike? You're all a tier above me in looks, no girl has ever shown interest in me. It doesn't make sense. Like every bad recession in Mom and Dad's genome decided to hit me, after you got all the good stuff." I sort of laughed. "As much as I could judge my own brother...you're not an ugly guy. But you know the whole nerd thing. I don't know how true or fair the judgements are, but it is what it is. But I do know people can enjoy 'nerdy' things without being obnoxious." "That's called being a hipster," I stated. "See..." Michelle looked at me, as if having proven her point. "The average person's tolerance of a condescending know-it-all isn't that high, much less a teen girl, who's everything is revolved around herself!" Michelle laughed. "Being a girl hasn't given you much insight it seems." "Apparently not." "But you've got some fashion sense." She looked me down approvingly. "And I've got my own little sister to teach things to!" "Ooh, so we've gotten all sister, sister like, isn't that rich." "And little sister will tell me how things go tonight?" "Now, I'm even more interesting to my sister, go figure!" --------- I opened the door, revealing Jenna. There was something about her. I couldn't quite place it. "You've been a hard one to catch, but I suppose that's just par for the course these days." I laughed nervously. "Yeah..." "Are you ready for today?" "As much as I'll ever be." I shrugged. "So, where are we going?" "Places!" I followed her to her parent's car, hopping in. "You know you should've gotten the door for me?" I looked at her gasping. "I'm playing, Mike." "So why is doing things, at uh, places, on a Saturday the way that you want me to make up with you?" "Because it's my choice, right?" "Sure." I wasn't going to get anything out of her. We pulled up the local theatre, "Infinity Wars?" I asked. "You know it!" Jenna ordered our tickets, and and I got us some heavily overpriced snacks and drinks. We found reasonable seats, and seated ourselves. This was sure weird without Scott. Infact, I'd rather it be just the two of us, and myself as Maya. Jenna pulled the box of Sweedish Fish and a drink from my encumbered hands, saying, "I can't believe you remember my candy of choice for movie-going after all this time!" "Funny, Jenna. You should be a comedian." "A compliment, for me?" Jenna grabbed my arm playfully. I sighed. We watched the movie, which was amazing, by the way! As we watched, Jenna excused herself to the restroom. Upon returning, she'd changed her posture, she was sitting with her legs in the seat, and leaning towards me. I wanted her to get off of me, as I wasn't as comfortable as before, but whatever. The movie was solid. I mean... I mean, literally everybody! We were walking out of the theatre, and Jenna had an arm in mine. "Jenna, I need to thank you! Man, I would've missed that movie if not for you! Dude, I totally forget you're into this stuff as well. Did you freaking see when.," I noticed that Jenna's face wore a little wariness. We talked until we got back into the car. "So, are we good?" I asked Jenna. "Well, when a guy and girl goes out, it's dinner and a movie, right? Well, the movie was a matinee, so the meal is next." I really, REALLY, wanted to get back, and be Maya again. Doing this apology outing was really getting on my nerves. Here was Jenna hanging on me, even more so than usual, just her presence being a reminder of what I don't have as Mike. But, I'd been an ass, and agreed, so I had to deal with it. We drove to Overlook Park, aptly named because of a classic city overlook at the edge of the property. Once parked, Jenna opened the trunk, revealing sheets, a basket, and ice. "Wow," I admitted, "I'm the one out here to apologize to you, yet you're pulling out all the stops. Man, you are a cool dude!" Jenna smiled, but there was a darkness to it. We laid our things out in the overlook, and began to make our food once settled. She'd packed gourmet meats, various cheeses, baguettes, side dishes, drinks, and dessert. Jenna was a thoughtful girl, whomever was going to get her would be a lucky man. But, I wasn't going to be the guy who's shoulders she would cry on, should things not go smoothly. After finishing my food, I lay looking at the sky. I thought about how great it was going to be to become Maya once again. I felt icky just being Mike anymore, and...then I felt Jenna's head resting on my shoulder. I raised up slightly in surprise and looked at her with what had to be a confused look. "The moment," she said softly, "live in it." I rested my head back down and allowed her to stay nestled as she was. This was my punishment for being a bad friend this girl. What could I do? We must have slightly dozed off, as we were awakened with a start. "Hey, what have we got here?" It was Chad Wellington, the QB for the football team, and also Amanda's boyfriend. "Looks like love-birds!" He looked to his crew; a few other players. They gave sharkish grins. "Jenna...Jenna...Jennnna," He began, shaking his head, "Why are you with this guy? Anyone behind me would be happy to have you." Jenna and I were both up. Jenna replied, "Well that would've happened by now, if I wanted it." "Well, what's the hold up?" I chimed in. "We don't want any trouble, guys." "Then leave Jenna with us." "That's not going to happen." Chad and his lackeys advanced. Jenna stood in front of me. "Looky here, Jenna's protecting her girlfriend!" The guys erupted in laughter. "This is for YOUR protection, not his." Chad rolled his eyes, and pushed me from behind Jenna. I moved Jenna behind me, telling Chad, "Don't do it again." "Or what? There isn't health regen in real life, you turdburger." I almost wanted to give him that one, then he touched me again. I backed up, and ran toward Chad with a feint triple back spin kick, landing squarely on his jaw, sending him to the grass. His friends were in shock. Chad got his senses back, and was on his knees rubbing his face. "Get up," I demanded. He did, seething. "So, I kind of made it to the finals of the Tae Kwon Do Nats. You didn't know that. Too bad," I shrugged, "I can do much worse than that, and if your buddies want to also try, they are more than welcome," I looked, and found no takers. I slapped him twice, once inward, and the other a follow-up backhand all within a flick of the wrist. This angered him into another attack, which I parried, and palm struck his sternum. "Ahhhhhggghh," he screamed as the air was driven out of him. "I'm not a douche who needs to advertise my grandeur, like yourselves. But now you know, I can beat anyone in the school, eight days of the week," I said smiling. I then did a full vertical splits kick. "Oh, I agree, this isn't a video game." Chad was still very angry, but his friends were of no help, and he wasn't in a position to do anything. He looked at them, still holding his face. "Chad, I won't tell anyone who didn't see it. Just leave it at this." Defeated, he began to trudge away, before returning. "Hey man, I totally wasn't expecting you to be a badass. I'll hold this 'L,' can't win 'em all." He then weakly held up a fist, and I obliged the fistbump. Jenna came up next to me, holding onto my shoulder, watching them head off. "Wow, you were amazing!" She beamed. "Not really. They're just guys, not fighters. Most people win because a punch just happen to hit the right spot, or because the other guy is intimidated. You know I used to fight, and that I wouldn't be scared." "And that's why I told Chad to back off, for his protection," Jenna laughed. "Well, mood's gone. Let's get out of here." Driving back home, Jenna began. "I think it's pretty awesome how guys can fight it out or even have words, and whatever happened, just doesn't matter anymore. I wish girls were like that!" I laughed. "Yeah, we tend to not overthink things." Jenna looked at me. "Except matters of the heart." "Especially matters of the heart," I responded. === "Mike, thanks for today," Jenna said as we pulled up to my house. "No, I should thank you. The movie choice was great, and the food. I was supposed to be apologizing to you, yet it feels like you did everything or bought everything. I'll pay you back." "It wasn't about that. I had a good time. With you." "Awww, shucks lil' lady," I mocked an olden day hick, "me too. Well, then, I best ride off into the sunset." === I flopped into my bed, with my newly long hair cascading into my face, and my freshly acquired boobs jiggling violently. "Owowow!" I had changed between standing, and falling into my bed, and my non-encased chest didn't agree with it. It was so relaxing to be me again. Although, it felt great to use my skills to teach that asshole a lesson. It wouldn't be satisfying to do any such things as myself, since Chad, or any guy wouldn't be able to hit back, and if they had, it would've been a lose-lose for him. Then again, maybe they'd have overpowered me, and things could've been a lot different, for both Jenna, and I. I shuddered at the thought. As if on cue, Michelle knocked on my door. Letting herself in, she commented "Didn't waste any time changing, did you?" "Why did you let yourself in? I mean, what if..." "If there was a 'what if,' you would've locked the door, am I right?" "So, what brings my newly interested sister into my room?" "Exactly. So, how did it go?" "That wasn't an answer, but okay. We had a swell time, just hanging out, like any other time, minus Scott. Oh, and I got to kick Chad Wellington's ass." Michelle covered her mouth, gasping. "How bad?" "Just enough so that he won't be a problem anymore. He never really was one to begin with, I think they didn't like seeing Jenna out with me. Someone in the clique's probably gunning for her." "She's always with you anyway." "Not really, especially lately; Mike is nowhere to be found, if I can help it." "So, you're choosing to be a girl with Scott, rather than be a man with Jenna?" Michelle asked. "A man, with Jenna? You say that as if that's a choice. Look at the kind of guys that have gone after Jenna, and look at me. I wouldn't blame her," I shrugged. "I've told her time, and time, to stop hanging with us. I don't get her. She can obviously be super happy without worrying about Mike." My sister looked perplexed, then answered, "Has she ever had a boyfriend?" I exhaled. "But that doesn't matter, as lacking as Mike is, I more than make up for everything!" I happily said. "Especially in ego." I looked at my sister, I had no words. "It's not a dick, don't take it so hard. Confidence can be a good thing, but maybe turn it down a notch." "I was trash that nobody wanted for a long time. I don't act haughty or anything, but right now I'm speaking facts. I'm desirable. I almost seem..." "Flawless?" I raised my palms. "See, I didn't say it." But, even as she noticed, it was true. "I get it." "I'm not going to say, I'm not happy to know that nearly any guy breathing would want me. I like being wanted. I'm sure you know the feeling. But also, Jenna and I get along great when I'm Maya because I'm not arrogant." "Exactly." I looked at my sister, dumbfoundedly. "Exactly what? You keep saying that, as if a point's been proven. What point?" "Jenna. You acknowledged that she's down to earth, yet you put her on the same level as every other girl. You said you've gone out with the girls, and Jenna doesn't act like them. I mean, I'm just saying." "Well, if Jenna thinks I'm okay, then she could make herself useful, and find me a girlfriend," I shook my head, "What am I even saying? Why does that matter?" I chuckled. "You've really learned nothing in all your time as a girl," Michelle stated. "I know what I need to, I think. If not, I have an older sister, right?" Michelle exhaled. === I was at school the following day, and I was approached by a girl. I knew her as one of the girls in the popular group. "Hey, Thomas, is it?" "Mike; Thomas is my first name." "So, Mike, I heard that you're, well, interesting..." She was lightly biting her lip, and twirling her hair by her ear. "Uh, I'm not sure what you mean. I just.." "I want to get to know you a little," She ran a finger up my arm, causing hairs to stand. Did she know what happened with Chad? Was she sent here to set me up somehow? Nikki was incredibly gorgeous, and I wasn't a cool kid, rather than being happy, I was suspicious. "Why do you want to know me? I'm just a faceless guy here." "Oh? Well faceless guys that can kick Chad's ass?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, nervously. Jenna came up and grabbed my arm, positioning herself inside. "Hey, Nikki, what's up?" she asked. "Oh, Jenna. I just wanted to talk to... Mike." She eyed me. "I see." "You're just old pals, right?" Nikki asked Jenna, who didn't answer. She then looked at me, asking again, "Right?" I didn't want to put Jenna in a situation, so I answered, "Yeah." Jenna elbowed me slightly. "Nikki, he can talk to you later, we have matters to discuss." "I will see you around, Mike." Nikki gave me the most sultry look, as she then walked away. Half of me was scared of this uncertainty, the other half was thinking that I should've kicked someone's ass a long time ago! "Mike!" Jenna exclaimed. "What are you even thinking about?" "Oh, nothing. Well, this sucks if someone knows about that. I don't want to fight anyone. I'm not sure someone with the ego of Chad could take that being public knowledge." "I didn't say anything. Maybe one of his buddies leaked it. You said nothing, I said nothing, it's not on us, besides, do you think he'll mess with you again?" "Who knows?" "And why did you freeze up to Nikki? You could have said I was more than a childhood pal, even if to get her off your back." 'Nikki - on my back,' I thought. Was this real? "Mike! I can't believe you right now. You're thinking about her aren't you!?" I could only shake my head. "I saved you this time. Don't get eaten up next time." "Jenna, why would I lie, and damage your reputation? You see how quickly news spreads. As it is, you already have to justify being seen around Scott, and I. We may be good friends, but it's too hard on both of us to continue." "Explain, where is this coming from?" With that, the home room warning bell rang, and I turned to walk to mine. I couldn't explain to Jenna why being her friend was hard to for me. I knew someone like her was the perfect girl for me. No, SHE was the perfect girl for me. I hated knowing that she was, as cliche' as it sounded, so close, yet so far away. But, now, I had options. With the incident, at least one girl seemed interested in me, and there was always Maya. I was thinking further throughout the school day. As bad as things could potentially be, there was a possible silver lining; a girl approached me! I should be careful, but there's a risk reward game here, and with my lack of luck in the lady department, I may be willing to take it. ~~~~~ At lunchtime, I sat a bit from Scott, now that I wasn't doing the Maya thing, it was harder to hang out. As I ate in silence, I felt a presence behind me, then weight on my shoulders. "Hey!" I almost gasped, it was Nikki, at OUR lunch table, talking to ME!? "Why don't you come with me?" I looked at everyone, including Scott, before considering. "I don't bite, yet," Eyes and ears at the table were going a mile a minute. Not wanting to make a scene, I got up, and let her lead the way. We'd made it to the unofficial smoker's area, all alone. "So, uh, Nikki, we're here. What did you want?" Nikki got entirely too close, replying, "You," I could feel her breath as she spoke that word. I was in shock. But this was too good to be true. "Why?" "Does it matter? I can tell that you want me too." She grabbed me in an area that I thought would never be touched by a girl, let alone one this hot! I had to clear my mind, if I were in a compromising situation and being recorded, or set up for something, the fallout and embarrassment could be much worse than I wanted to imagine. "I'm sorry, but to me it does." "You're no fun, Mike! she said, rubbing my lower abdominal area. "I'm suddenly being approached by one of the best looking girls in school. Me. Are there flying pigs outside?" Nikki chuckled. "Well, I didn't know you were a bad boy." "I'm definitely not." "Well, a few people knows what happened with Chad." "Is he mad?" I asked, concernedly. "Does it matter? Are you afraid that he'll kick your ass?" She touched my chest, sending shocks through me by her mere touch, giggling. "I just prefer everything stay the same." "That's boring, Mike. You could be the Alpha if you want. What would Chad do about it? I bet Amanda would do you too!" "Thanks, I guess? But you can indulge my curiosity though, why does beating Chad up, make me 'doable'?" "It just...does, okay? I mean nobody is looking for the love of their life in high school. At least most aren't. We are just living life, and having a little fun. Knowing you can do what you did, piqued my interest, and it's not like you're a bad looking guy Mike; some of your nerd friends are doable, but you know," She rolled her eyes and shrugged, "nerds. You have to have a little spontaneity. Let me ask you, Mike?" "Okay?" "You think I'm just stupid, don't you?" I shook my head, "I questioned your motives, not your intelligence." "Great answer. You know, unfortunately, some people may have, ah, accidents, and it can cost them everything. But we're taking the bad with the good, and that's not to minimize those possible outcomes. You do, whatever it is you do, wanting to be safe, know the possibilities beforehand, have all the possible answers. You won't deviate much, if at all, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, continuing, "when you're an adult, you want that simple, pre-planned life." "It's safe, just as you surmised." "But you'll miss out on things. Like me." She hit me with the 'do me' eyes. "I may kick myself every day of my life if I don't, but I don't want to do that to you. Oddly enough, I've always cursed the fact that I couldn't get a girl to be interested, I wanted it, just like everyone else gets it, and yet, here you are, here I am. And, I, I...can't." "Well, you're not that kind of guy. I see that now. I know you can use your fists, and I was hoping other parts of your body were trained, or could get a work-out!" I sighed loudly, "The next time I have a chance like this, may be years from now, once all the women have kids by someone like Chad." "You don't have to look at it like that. Sure, some of us will make mistakes, but if you feel that you're worth it, you'll get what you want, in due time. Hmmm, I know someone that's perfect for you. Maybe they'll speak up one day." I smiled. "I got a lot out of this conversation, I'm glad we spoke, Nikki." Again, getting very close, she brought herself to my face. "Me too, you're a nice guy. I like you even more now," she said, giving me a peck on the cheek. The bell rang, indicating that lunch was over. "See ya." "Later." ~~~~~ Later that day, I was talking to Scott. "She wanted to do it. I mean IT. With Mike!" "Okay, that's what you wanted, right?" "I thought I did, I passed. I'm so confused right now. I want more than just a willing partner. I would've been just a notch on her belt, at least I think." Scott looked at me with concern. "I really can't give you any advice. I just don't know.." "But what about us?" "You know where I stand. I support any decision you make, but everything has to line up with your ability to be Maya full time thereafter. And that's for your sake. I know you can't be Mike in front of me. As much as I tell you, I'm not bothered by it. I really don't want you to have a meltdown because of things." "You just know what to say. Maybe I have a maiden's heart now?" I joked lightly, but maybe. Scott smirked. "Oh, Scott, the prom is this Friday. Will you take me? After a brief pause, Scott answered, "Ah, I can't, we're going to Gram's." "Well, can you take me?" "No!!!! You know my family will ask all kinds of questions, we'd be under crazy scrutiny, plus I mean, some girl that my Mom and Dad has never met, who would I be to consider having my grandmother show you hospitality as well?" "But..." "No, it's not going to work. Mike could come, but I doubt you'd want to do that. You'd have to be Mike pretty much all the time." "I know...I'm sorry. I.." "Don't apologize. You know it's not you; we're in a very delicate situation here. I'd love to tell my family that you're my girlfriend, but as far as they'd be concerned, you'd be too new." "I know you're right. Um, I think I'll probably still go to the prom." "As Maya?" "I don't know. I just don't want to be on the sidelines this time." "I understand. Just don't do anything rash." "I won't. Thanks, Scott." "What did I do? "Put up with me!" ~~~~~ "Michelle, have a minute?" "Sure, sis! Come on in, I'll be going out in a minute, but I've got time for my favorite sister," she teased. "I want to talk to someone about the crazy things going on." "Sure." "I was given a proposition." Michelle didn't look surprised, I then added, "As Mike." Now, she did. "And what did you do?" "I turned her down. She's interested because of the Chad thing. And she's hot. I've been waiting for this to happen, and it finally did! And what did I do?" I sighed, "nothing!" "Why not?" Michelle asked. "I don't know, maybe nervous, scared, just came too easily? I can't pinpoint a reason." "Would you rather do it as a boy or girl?" "I don't know. I've been looking forward to it much longer as a boy. But, I have Scott; the perfect person for me to be with, as a girl." "And why haven't you guys done it yet?" "Well, Scott pointed out, that everything changes, once we take that step. I already hate to be Mike in front of him. How will it be, if I have to be Mike around him, after I have sex with him? He's got a point. I can't be Maya 100% of the time, and I'd probably hate myself enough to give me anxiety, or some other mental illness." Rubbing her chin, Michelle followed up. "And if you have sex as Mike, what would you do about Scott?" "I..don't know...." I heavily answered. "Too many variables. I thought this would be easy. I mean, as Maya, I'm desired, and as Mike, I've been offered what I've wanted, on a platter, no less, and yet I'm not any closer to losing the V-card!" "Maybe it's not about losing your virginity as quickly as possible. I don't think you're that kind of person. I think you still want it to matter for your first time." "I don't know. I would've done it, if I really wanted to. Maybe you're right. What about you?" My sister looked at me incredulously. "I'm not going to talk..." Then she softened, sighing, "I guess it can't be helped. No, I'm not a virgin, happened when I was 14." "Why?" "I just wanted to. I wasn't in love with him, I wanted to experience sex, and you know, we have no shortage of willing partners," she chuckled. "It was okay, not great. I....uh, give myself much better pleasure. At our age guys don't know anything, so unless we're just horny, that may be why we can live without it. Well, some of us. Some girls just have a high sex drive, like guys. Maybe your girl is one of them," she shrugged. "Some girls go after older men, to see if things get better with age; I haven't because I think about Dad's friends", she laughed, "But some girlfriends of mine, have said sex with a guy is worth looking forward to when they have some techniques other than pumping and grunting until they're satistifed." "That. Is. Deep." I just got an education in sex ed, apparently. "And, no, I haven't done it too many times since. But you, I think you'll know when, and who it should be with." I switched gears, beginning, "I was wanting to go to the prom. If I go as Maya, I won't have a date; Scott's going out of town. Of course, Mike," I laughed, "doesn't have one." "Well, you have lover girl, don't you?" "Nobody said anything about doing anything or being seen elsewhere. She also said as much; different social sectors. If I joined the 'cool kids,' I could probably have my choice." "That sounds like your simple answer. But there's a couple people that I can think of that would be disappointed." "Huh?" I asked. My sister lightly chuckled again. "That betrays who I am." "Exactly. So does this mad rush to get laid," she added. "I have my reasons." "That may be affected by hormones," Michelle finished. "No. I don't look at every girl out there with lustful eyes. I just don't want to be 'that guy.' Guys that get laid earlier are more confident later on. If I'm in college and I have no idea what to do, I might as well hang it up until I'm too old to get an attractive woman by means other than money." "So, you're considering the future as Mike?" "Both. Although, I don't really see a reason to. I can have the partner I want, as Maya, even if it's not Scott. I don't have to be concerned whether I'm good enough. Someone will want me. IF it comes down to it." Michelle looked at me thoughtfully. "Wow, it really seems confusing." "Oh, it is. But who should I go as?" "Well, on one hand, if the goal is to get laid, either works. Your girl will probably take you under the bleachers, in the bathroom, or whereever," Michelle laughed. "If you can get over being touched by a guy other than Scott, then you have limitless options." Michelle rubbed her chin. "I think without a date, you'll probably have a better time as Maya. Plus, I get to pretty you up!" I laughed. "Well, I guess it's settled. Let me sneak outta here before Mom and Dad get upstairs." ~~~~~ The week leading up to the prom was uneventful. I hung out with Scott after school as was the norm now. We hadn't really done 'couple's things' but that was okay, I still had to face him at school with my male form, which I still hated to do. When I imagined him grabbing me, holding me, or touching me in that form, it made me dry heave. Imagining his hands digging into my male chest, or grabbing by male ass, gross! I wanted the passing of time, so I could leave this form behind for good. Other than Chad and his goons now nodding as we passed, and once or twice acknowledging my existence, things as school died off, except for Nikki waving at me, discreetly, and every-so-often. Sometimes, it would be when Jenna was hovering around me, and she'd get a little irritated. "Aren't you like friends, or what is it...frenemies?" "Exactly! She's just irritating me because she can." "But how is it irritating?" "It just is, okay?" Jenna snapped. I raised my hands in defeat. "I'm sorry." "Don't be." She then softened. "Hey, "What're you doing Friday?" "Nothing. Er, well, going to Scott's. For the same old, you know." "But what about Maya? You guys don't hang out as much since he has a girlfriend, right? Actually come to think of it, none of us really do, anymore. We all totally need to do something!" "Ah, we'll be going out to his grandmothers. She can't really go out there with him, so I guess I'm back in, haha." "Oh, okay. Cool. ~~~~~ It was prom night. As Mike, I'd bought two tickets; one for myself, and one for Maya as my guest. Of course, all I needed was Maya's ticket. Michelle made me look exquisite; my skin a perfect alabaster, my blue to purple eye- shadow perfectly accentuating my bright eyes, my lashes, thick, and luxurious, my brows, plucked to arched perfection. My lips were a perfect heart. My sandy blonde hair, styled in perfect ringlets framing my face. I filled out her previous prom dress very nicely, my ample chest on display. "Wow, you are literally perfect. I just can't believe this! You may be right to just stay this way, you'll have anything at your fingertips!" "Aw, thank you. You really outdid yourself here. I would marry me, and not let me come out of the house!" We both had a laugh. "Well, I'm also glad that this happened. It's been kinda fun hanging and talking with you this little bit." "I agree," I said, hugging my sister. "We may make more memories yet!" Michelle smiled. "You bet, sis!" I looked great, I felt great! It couldn't get any better. Michelle dropped me off at School, and nervously, I walked up to the door, the few in the vestibule all turning to look at me at once. Once I made it to the desk, I passed my ticket. My name was checked off the list and without question, I was free to go into the auditorium. Upon entering the threshold, once again, nearly every head turned to face me, guys with desire, and girl with a little jealousy. Some guys were fixed way too long as their dates had to pry them away. I surveyed the dim room. "Oh, hey!" A very pretty blonde flashed a heart melting smile. "Ah, Jenna!" She took me into a hug. "Oh my God, I...you, are so beautiful." "You think so!?" she gushed. "I've never seen you like this! Even normally you're gorgeous, but, wow," Although since I wasn't Mike, it was easy for me to feed Jenna these, very true compliments, this also confirmed what I always knew; she was waaaay, way, out of my league, you know, as if that was even a consideration. "You look amazing, too! Literally a show-stopper if the reaction was to go by." I sighed. "Thanks, haha." My good mood had been drained. I could keep up to Jenna, only as another girl. I knew it was never to be, which is exactly why I wanted her around less, and less, but seeing her here, no doubt, the prettiest girl here, no, that I had ever seen, confirmed to me what I knew. I needed Maya. This is why I became her. Life would no longer place someone or something so unattainable as Jenna was to me, in my sights! We could be great besties; afterall, we did like a lot of the same things. But sharing the same genders, meant that I wouldn't have to secretly be in, uh, like her. We'd just have a normal 50-50 friendship. This was our lot. Okay. I could deal with this. Normal girls, talking about normal girl things, just like my sister. "So, where's your date?" I asked. She laughed into her hand, "Don't have one." "How not? Does anyone have eyes?" "Well, that's what I'd ask a certain person that I know." Jenna looked at me, with a weak smile. "Anyway when it comes to asking me out, everyone knows it's a foregone conclusion." "Wow, so you ice-queened them away?" "No," she laughed, "I'm not that bad!" "Why did you come then?" "I kind of help with these things. It was a great honor. You came without Scott?" "Yeah, I was bored, and I kind of want to see how these things are. Haven't been to one yet," I said truthfully. "Oh, okay! Well, enjoy yourself!" "Thanks, see you around!" We hugged again, and Jenna scurried off. My first school dance. Maybe this would be something if I were a cool kid, or maybe a true girl at heart. I didn't want to dance with anyone, and frankly, I was bored. I walked around, had some punch, sat around, browsed on my phone. I did notice that during some dances, some of the guys would be looking at me as they spun, unbeknownst to their dates, it was amusing. I think my looks may have been intimidating, no one wanted to speak to me, despite the fact that every guy was oogling me, including non-students... 'Chad' I thought to myself. I'd seen Chad and Amanda, and Amanda had just excused herself, maybe to the ladies' room. It was going to be time for a little fun. I walked up to Chad saying, "Aren't you a sight!" I ran my finger along his muscled abs and chest, much as Nikki had done to my not- so-muscular abs and chest. Chad looked around sheepishly. "Whoa, babe, you're stunning. I mean, the hottest thing here by far!" "You're just saying that," I said, pretending to be coy. I was actually still rubbing his chest, as it was feeling good. "Let's dance." "Where's your boyfriend?" "Out of town, I came all alone," I said playfully. "Yo!" Chad called to one of his friends I remembered from the incident, he whispered, 'keep Amanda occupied, I'm gonna bag this!' He thought I couldn't hear him. Asshole. "Well, then, where were we?" I asked. I placed my arm on Chad's shoulder, and used my other one to guide his other arm to the small of my back. I then pushed myself closer to him, as to make my valley of cleavage more appealing. Once he finally took his eyes off them, he moved his hand lower than I wanted. "Where's your girlfriend?" "What girlfriend?" "Amanda? I hung with you guys once or twice." "Her? We broke up." "Awww. I'm so sorry!" "Don't be, everything is much better right now." "Hmmhmm, I agree", I said in husky tones, I think I was actually getting turned on. No way did I mean to sound that sultry! I could feel my nipples poking into the dress, and by Chad startled look away from my chest when I looked at him, I think he did too. I'd felt this way with Scott as well; I thought my desires as Maya were tied to Scott, but it must be more natural that that. I could clearly tell that Scott was a good looking guy, and of course Chad was as well. How could I be thinking this! "CHAD!" We both looked to see an angry Amanda failing to be held back by Chad's friends. "You fucking asshole!" "Whoa babe, babe! She just wanted a quick dance while you were in the restroom, that's all!" Chad expertly grabbed her, calming her down. "Babe, I promise." Amanda shot a look at me. "You get the hell out of here, whore! I knew you weren't a good two shoes. Go get some elsewhere you bitch in heat! Chad is mine!" "he said you guys were split!" I shot back. She looked at him. probably about to unload, and I quietly slipped away. I wanted to mess with them, but I had a feeling that they'd probably just have make-up sex, or they'd be able to screw anyone else they wanted tonight if they didn't make up. I'd almost be a willing partner....GRRR, opposite effect. As I sat reeling from everything, I felt someone sit down on the bench next to me. "Hey, Maya!" "Jenna" "You're a bad girl!" She smiled mischievously I put my hands to my face in mock shock. "Who, me!? No way!" We laughed, then somehow both sighed in sync. "Say, what are you doing now? Wanna get a bite to eat?" "Yeah, why not, I've had my excitement. Won't you be needed?" "I won't be missed at this point. It's okay!", Jenna smiled. Damn. I followed her outside, and as she paused to fumble with her purse, I finished walking to her mother's car. She unlocked it as she came towards, and we entered. "I guess we'll head to Maxburger. We can easily beat the after dance crowd." "Sounds good." ~~~~~ We sat down at our normal table, and the waitress, Judy took our orders. "Jenna, what're you girls doing here this early?" "We didn't have dates, so we ditched early." "What, two girls as gorgeous as you?" "Can't win em all." "So, what will you have tonight." "Just a grilled chicken plain, fries, and tea," Judy turned to me, "And you?" "Let me get my usual, Judy!" "Come again?" "Oh, right, I'm sorry. I thought I was..somewhere else," I explained. "I want a double Maxbuger, only onions, extra cheese, add bacon, and BBQ sauce. Loaded fries, and the fresh lemonade." "That's the same thing her little boyfriend gets!" Judy, smiled. I had just realized, not only did I act familiar with Judy, I'd ordered my normal meal. Maybe Jenna would only see a coincidence. Jenna laughed nervously. "Haha, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend." "I'm just saying sweetheart. That boy is blind!" With that, she went away. It was me that she was speaking about, and I wasn't blind. Jenna was right in front of me, and again, I was facing the fact that she was something, someone that wasn't for Mike. We looked at each other, laughing nervously. I considered browsing my phone, but I wanted to be better company than that. I struck up a conversation about things that I knew we had in common, and in no time, our food had arrived. "Man, I'm done! I only finished half of what I normally eat. I feel pregnant!" I distended my stomach, which was actually a little bloated, to our laughter. "Ew don't say that! It might happen!" "By Chad!" I laughed. "Or Scott!" Jenna looked down, then fidgeted with her hair. "You ready? I wanna kill a little time, is that okay?" "I'll go anywhere with you, Jenna!" She stopped briefly. Then continued. ~~~~ "So, where are we going?" "Just to a little spot I like. It's relaxing." As we drove, I began to recognize our location. We were going to the Overlook. I thought about the last time we were there. Jenna and Mike were having a pretty good time, and Chad came and ruined it. Wait, what did Chad ruin? I realized again, I was her friend at the time, as I was now. It was much easier to have that realization now; what ever she would do, whoever she would be with, I could support her fully. We arrived at the parking area, with Jenna going and getting the blanket out of the trunk. I saw Jenna remove her shoes, and I followed suit. I was wondering how we were going to actually walk in the grass. We reached the summit, and had a breath taking veiw of the city. We'd been here a couple times, but never at night. I had a new appreciation of our city. "Spectacular," I said. "It is. I like to come up here, sometimes, alone." I looked at Jenna, who continued, "The serenity this places affords is just awesome. You can clear your mind, get away from things." "You have thoughts like that?" "Sure. We all do, sometimes." "I...I never knew." "You had your own worries, and were dealing with them in your own way, right?" I looked down sadly, answering, "Yeah..." Wait...what? I slowly faced Jenna, with my mouth surely agape, and I was met with a kiss. "Jenna?!" my male voice called out, "The dress! My body!" The kiss caught me off guard, and I changed into Mike in front of Jenna. "Oh. Wow. It really is you!" Jenna put her hands to her mouth in awe of the spectacle she'd just witnessed. I don't want to know how ridiculous I looked with make-up on, and in the dress. I'd just die. "Jenna," I said, back in the form of Maya. "How did you know?" I noticed that my hair wasn't fixed as I had it before the transformation. "Scott told me." I was taken aback, "Scott? Why would he...?" "Because he cares about us." "Huh? I don't follow?" "Do you ever?" Jenna smiled. "Scott had his reasons, but he told me that somehow you gained the ability to change into a girl, and that you were Maya. It took some convincing, but eventually I believed him enough to see for myself. As he pointed out; Maya's not in our school, you're both never around at the same time, and bigger than all, you look like your sister. I mean, wow," She brushed her hair aside, "I thought that you felt familiar when we first met, and I guess I see why. Tonight, you definitely gave yourself away, now that I was paying attention. That is your sister's dress, how you acted when we met eyes, you knew my mom's car, and even your meal was the same thing you always ordered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I..." "It's okay. It's not like you used the ability to do bad things to me, or any other girls." "Yeah, but I did go for recon; that outing at the mall, when Amanda said all those bad things about me, those words stuck with me; it was like she confirmed all the worst thoughts that I ever had about myself." "Is that why you were distant?" "Partly." "What's the other part?" "I feel ridiculous saying this like this," I motioned to myself, "but Jenna, not only did she confirm that I wasn't a speck worthy of anything, I knew it was true. Why would a beautiful, smart girl like you hang around us? Scott, I can understand. Me, however, not so much, and with that being the case, I honestly didn't want a reminder of what I couldn't ever have. You know, like Amanda said, until I have an uber job to take care of their kids by Chad." "I didn't know you felt that way. I didn't know that you were witness to what she said." "I know. And yet you took up for us, regardless. You're great, but Amanda spelled it out in truthful words. But then I was able to become Maya, a girl whose beauty and desirability is literally unnatural. There is no need for Mike. I have all his mental strengths, and none of the physical undersirabilities. I am much better than he." Jenna pursed her lips, and looked in deep thought before saying, "There is one thing that Mike has, that you don't!" I cocked my head in question. "My love." My grandeur deflated instantly. "What did you say?" "Mike, the things I do- things we do. I don't do them randomly, or to play with you. I love being with you. I want to be more than a best friend. I've turned down every guy who's ever asked me out, because I had my ideal guy the whole time. I spent a lot of time wondering if you felt the same." "I, I, don't know what to say." "I'm not done," her look darkened slightly, "however, recently you've treated me pretty badly. I've gone home crying- I've come here, crying, trying to figure out what I did for you to treat me like you did." "I was so selfish, and short-sighted." I sniffed. "And despite you saying such good, I still don't deserve you." "That's not what I'm saying, at all! I just want you to be responsible for me." "Jenna, I'm so sorry. You're the perfect girl, and I knew that! But what did I do? Because I couldn't have you, I pushed you to the side. I wish I could make you understand how I felt. Not that it would make it right." "It's okay." Jenna grabbed my face. We locked eyes. "Jenna...?" I began. She shook her head rapidly. "Nonono! Don't ask me, not like this!" She looked down to my cleavage. "Let's get to your house. Do you have decent clothes for the dance?" "Sure, let's do it!" We drove quickly to my house, where my sister opened the door before I reached the house. "That Jenna?" "Yeah," I said running up the stairs. "I gotta hurry!" With that, I quickly got out of the dress, and changed back into Mike. I used make-up removal wipes to quickly get rid of the make-up on my face, and washed my neck to get rid of the feminine smell coming from the perfume I had on. I quickly rutted through my things, finding a simple blue polo, slacks, and dress shoes. It was really all I had time for. Giving myself a once-over, I headed back down. "Later sis, it's a story!" I ran to Jenna's car. "Let's try to make the last dance." ~~~~ Back at the school, the dance was just about wrapping up. I'd forgotten my ticket, but I was on the list, and I don't think anyone really cared by this point. Jenna and I made our way back to the gym, just in time to hear the DJ call out, "Grab your honey tight! This is the last one for the night!" We both straightened our clothes out, looked each other in the eyes. "May I have this dance milady?" Jenna smiled brightly. "Of course!" Much as I had one with Chad earlier, Jenna placed my arm to the small of her back, while my opposite arm rested on her well toned upper back. The DJ chose (SONG) As the song ended, my gaze upon jenna went from serene to serious. We broke apart slightly. "Jenna, will you give me the totally undeserved honor and privilege of being my girlfriend?" Jenna beamed brightly. "I thought you'd never ask! Yes!" The room was silent, with all eyes and ears on us. I looked around, then back to Jenna. I brought her back close to me, telling her, "I love you so much, you've made me the happiest and luckiest guy on the planet!" We shared a long passionate kiss in front of the entire student body, with many ooh's, ahh's, and aww's. I didn't care, nor did Jenna. ~~~~ Monday on our way to school, we'd formed our normal trio of Scott, Jenna, and I. The main difference was that Jenna and I were holding hands. She was close to me, as she usually was, but now, this beautiful creature was mine; the closeness was welcomed, and very much wanted. "Scott," I began, "Well, we all know everything, so I want to have this conversation." "Eh, sure." Scott was nonplussed, as usual. "Why did you tell Jenna that I was Maya?" "Mike, Jenna was hurting, I could see it. You just wouldn't get it. But I also knew how you felt about everything. Without a direct confrontation who knows what you would've done?" "So, did you never plan to, you know, be with Maya?" "Well, let me tell you, it was very hard to ignore the 'perfect' girl. But I did not plan to. I am aware of my looks, I just tried to play it off for you bro, because I know how you feel. But I know I can get a girl whenever." "Wow, Scott, you are a great guy," Jenna added giving him a big hug. "No worries, Jenna," Scott said, turning to me. "There were still the issues of the aftermath had we gone farther. Times where you would have had to be male. But more importantly, in the meantime, I had to keep you close, I didn't want you running off and being with someone else. I felt that you got something that you weren't used to, and may have made a mistake if allowed." "Thanks. You played it perfectly." "Well, I don't want to bring up and stingers and all, but you were treating Jenna like garbage. I know how you were thinking, man, but anyone else could see that she was plainly in love with you. I had to figure out a way to make it happen. I figured Jenna would be able to get through to you." "Man, you are the best friend I could have ever asked for. You could've taken Maya for yourself." "I don't have any regrets. No. Ragerts!" Scott said, mocking a meme. "I may not get Maya, but a girlfriend is something I can get whenever I'm ready, and I honestly don't care yet," He shrugged. "But, I could tell you guys needed each other. Jenna loves you very much, and I know you were in love with her as well. The whole Maya thing was a distraction." "You are better than me, Scott." I looked to Jenna, apologizing again. "I'm so sorry, I was being selfish." "Not to excuse him, Jen, but he was in love with you as much you were with him. This guy of course - couldn't get it, he's all about the hard numbers. The things that girl said really got to him. He was afraid that you'd get into a relationship, and he'd be the proverbial BFF to cry to." Scott put it all out there, but I'd asked for it. "I, I just thought.." "Not much of me, huh?" Jenna asked. "I'm sorry, facts, data, even circumstantial and anecdotal evidence said that you wouldn't be interested in me." "And I don't how it's impossible?" Jenna answered. She pulled out her phone, which she'd changed the background to a selfie of us together. "Does this look like Beauty and the Beast?" Honestly, we looked good together. I was so stupid. "She eats with ME or she doesn't eat at all!" I exclaimed. We all had a laugh at that one. As we walked to school, I made Jenna a promise, "I swear, I will make up for what I've done, I will never make you sad, or cry again, and I will make you the happiest woman alive." Jenna kissed me. "Mike, those things are part of life. I will accept them as such, but I believe your last promise." "I love you so much, Jenna." "And I love you too, Thomas." ~~~~~ It was now 7 years post high school. Scott and myself were taking it easy. We'd graduated highschool at Wooster, and later got our B.S's. Throughout school, we were engrossed in our hobby, which became more than a hobby, building games. By the time we'd finished school, we had a few very successful games on mobile platform, and were featured in tech articles about the graphics and physics engine that we'd created, robust in features, and light in resource consumption. We had a few different games under our belt on mobile platforms. We'd started out making small apps back in highschool, kind of like practice, they were utility apps, things you could already do, but our goal was to 'perfect' them, with better code, better resource use, and such. We'd tried our hands in college, and made a few games of varying genres, mostly generic copies of games already out. We wanted to optimize the play experience in various ways; better graphics, sounds, interface. Things that people who played on consoles on PC would appreciate. We eventually crafted original titles within the shooting and RPG genres, and these games were very successful. We sat down, crafted our storylines, the world, the lore, and it was a labor of love. Eventually our success had major publishing studios knocking at our doors. We created 2 IP's and they wanted a cut. This would work for us as well, but history told us that wouldn't be long term, and that we could kiss a lot of our original work goodbye if we took an offer. But, with solid exit plans, we did take an offer. Our new publisher, or partner gave us immense resources, and a new studio. We were to create a specific team for nearly every aspect of the game, and the publisher moved some people around from their acquired teams to fill some spots. Scott and I had mostly creative control, but the publisher did have ideas they wanted incorporated into the project. We were given a target date of Spring of the following year, so there were 18 months that we had to come up with the game. The publisher didn't want to compete with the fall and winter craze. The last part of the deal was to port our engine to bigger platforms, fully working with the same benefits as mobile, and share the source code, so that the publisher could publish games through other studios using it. We received a very nice bonus for that part. The process was grueling as expected, working with the publisher. Things were scrapped, things were added, some 'necessary evils' had to happen. Hours were long, times were tense, but the end result was a very successful title, critically, and commercially acclaimed. Scott and I stuck around for one more title before calling it quits. We had our deal, we were going to continue to make money, and as expected, the publisher drained any desire we had to continue, with their policies, red-tape, and demands. We'd heard the stories, but now we'd lived the lives. Perhaps we'd create another studio to make a return. But for now, we had just enough money to have people that watched our money. We had funds tied up in stocks, and investments as well. We knew how to manage our money, but the hours that we worked to create our games took a lot of the time we would have had to look into everything enough to make informed, and wise decisions. ~~~~ "Good morning, honey," I greeted my wife. "Morning handsome!" she said, then raised our son to me. "Say, Hi daddy!" I picked Phillip up from Jenna's arms. "Hey buddy!" Phillip's bright smile and coo's melted me. I turned to Jenna, "What's on the agenda today?" "Nothing in particular, why?" "Well, just have a little question for you, once Phil is down." "I see." Jenna looked suspiciously. A few hours had passed, and Phillip and I were both knocked out. I felt a gentle nudge. Jenna had already removed Phillip and placed him in his crib. "You have something that you wanted, sleepy head?" "Ah, yes," I answered. "Well, I seriously would like to be with you, as a girl." "I knew this was it. You've been asking playfully, but I knew there was more to it." "Well, it's been said that you know me better than I know myself." I raised my hands. "So, are you really serious, right now?" "Yes." "Why?" she asked. "Why not?" I countered. "Maybe because I don't like girls?" "But I was one the first time you kissed me." Jenna gave me a hit, more of a love tap. "That was different." I sighed. "I get it, it's okay." "Ah, ah ahhh! I didn't say I wouldn't." "So then?" I perked up. "If I do this, I want something, too." "Name it!" I smiled. "I want you to carry our next child." "Wait, what?" I was stunned, confused. "Do what now?" Jenna smiled back. "You heard me!" "I mean, how? How would that even?" "Well, you'll have to be Maya for a while, now won't you?" She nodded with pursed lips. "But how would I even have a kid, can I even have a kid? If I do, what do I do, impregnate myself with my own...? That would be beyond inbreeding! That would be a clone, and probably have horrible genetic illnesses!" "Well, I thought about this, since I knew this was coming. You'd be like a surrogate. We can have embryos made by you and I, and then implant them into your female body. Normal things couples go through all the time." "You really did think this out?" "Sure did, love." Jenna laughed at my bewilderment. "Also, you get a chance to do something no man has ever done. You get to grow life in your womb!" "Well, it didn't seem the most pleasant experience for you!" And there went another love tap. "Okay, I'm sorry, I mean, I can't wait!" We laughed. "Also, this keeps me from having to go through the whole getting back in shape thing. I'm pretty sure that maybe when you change back afterwards, it'll be like you never had a kid." "Or," I started, "What if I have baby damage as myself?" "That would be hilarious!" Jenna replied. I shook my head. "So, do we have a deal?" "Honey, I would have done this for you anyway." I hugged my wife and gave her a kiss. "Oh, does this mean I'm off the hook!?" Jenna playfully asked. "Not a chance!" ~~~~ The next day, I became Maya for the first time in years, since before we were married. Since that fateful night, I'd only used the form of Maya to do some of the tech demos for projects of ours. It seemed that a genuinely well-versed, and extremely hot woman was an attention grabber. Of course, I was able to perfectly answer any questions, without scripts, do any live troubleshooting that arised. Maya was a hit. No one really knew who I was, I'd heard that other companies were looking for me to make offers. That was too bad, as I had my own company to run, and advertise for! Around that time, I had one horrible experience as Maya. I'd received an email from a movie producer, and after confirming that it was in fact legit, I'd decided to see if anything could come from the meeting he'd suggested. I'd let Jenna, and Scott, know what I was doing. Both warned against it, but I told them, what's the worst that could happen? I could make millions? Jenna replied that even though we didn't have star money, we had more than enough. Jenna probably also didn't want me to have a 'full' life as Maya, which getting a deal as her would likely call for. This meeting was at 3AM, in a hotel, and that should've been a red flag, but I wasn't versed in these things. We began the meeting with small-talk, and I'd offer the information I fabricated about myself. The producer inched himself closer, and closer, until he was well into my personal space. The meeting, if it could be called that, took a turn at this point. He began to rub my leg, and suggest that good things happen to those gain favor with people such as himself. He also said whatever I was making as the face of a "little video game company" could be had exponentially. I was rather uncomfortable, and answered, "Uhm, I think I'm okay..." He forced himself a bit more, and I had to haul out of there. It took some effort on my part not to knock him out, which I had the ability to do, but I still had a company to worry about. That greasy slimeball didn't know my actual capacity, but I didn't need him making trouble for me, myself, or the company I shared with Scott. I told Scott what happened, but I didn't tell Jenna. I simply told Jenna that the role seemed stupid. I didn't want her to worry. I did however, now worry about what happened to those young starlets trying to make their big breakthrough. It bothered me, but without an official identity, and the fear of retaliation, I could do nothing about it. I had to let this horrible thing, rest as a memory in the back of my mind. It happened many times before me, and I wouldn't be the last. ~~~~~ My female form aged naturally as did my male form, but I aged differently in each form. As Mike, I had finally grown into my looks; I was more rugged, and I'd shot up to 6'2", a considerable difference from my teen years. I was finally inline with my family, and worthy of Jenna. Although, I guess, in Jenna's eyes, I was always good enough. As Maya, I stayed the same height that I was when the ability was first had. My body stayed the same as well, but even at 16, my female form was more on the developed side. My face had subtly changed; I looked to be in my 20's, as I was. I supposed that my female form had my genes, but were already expressed 'perfectly,' and that would explain why I didn't change much as Maya. Although, I would've liked a few inches in height. "Hey, bestie! What are we doing today?" I asked Jenna. "Look at you!" Jenna gushed. "I miss my friend from high school!" She gave a playful hug. "Oh my god! Like yeah! It's been a while," I laughed, mocking my new self. Jenna hadn't seen me in this form in person in a very long time. She knew I used it to advertise back with my company, but she was never around. "Wow, though, really. You still look the same," Jenna studied. "Yeah, I guess. But you're still the most beautiful," I replied. Truth is, she was. In contrast to my female form, Jenna picked up a couple inches, bringing her to supermodel like 5'7", worked out vigorously, and of course gave birth to our son Phillip. Much like Maya, she'd only gotten a slightly more mature face, less child-like, and more adult-like. Even after the baby, she could have pursued a modeling career. Her stomach was toned and taut, she had a slightly sinewy body, one change from the baby, were her breasts, mouth-watering. I was getting a little heated thinking about my wife... Jenna laughed. "Great answer, love." I smiled. "Well, there is one issue, my wedding ring, it doesn't fit. What do you think I should do?" "Hmmm," Jenna thought, "we could size yours for now, but it's a pretty masculine ring, and between resizings for such different sizes, not sure how that'd fare. We could just get a new cheap basic one." "Or...no ring?" Jenna's wasn't impressed with the joke. "Never! Besides, guys need to know you're taken! There will be enough of them who will ignore the fact that you have a ring anyway." "I was kidding! I guess getting a ring is one of the stops we'll make. You get to choose it, just don't go overboard." I laughed. Well, let's have Phillip meet Maya." Jenna brought our son downstairs after seeing him stir in the baby monitor. He looked curiously at me, as I gave him a warm and inviting smile as a good first impression. Jenna sat down close, and faced him towards me saying, "Phillip, this is Maya!" "Hi Phillip!" I smiled and waved. He had an ear to ear grin as he was handed to me. "I'm Maya, nice to meet you, little guy!" "Daddy!" I looked at my son quizzically, then repeated, "Maya." Phillip looked around, and again said, "Daddy!" Jenna and I looked at one another, in surprised amazement. "You think he knows?" she asked, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. "Hey Champ!" I hefted my son, and he gave me that look. He definitely knew. I looked to Jenna, "Yeah, he does!" I was pretty ecstatic about that, my son wouldn't think that I was gone for such a long time. Especially in these formative years. "Well, Champ. We've got to get you ready, Daddy needs some new things." ~~~~~ Soon we were shopping for clothes for the month, and my ring. I would stay as Maya for a month to make sure I would cycle, and I would be getting normal exams as well. I would have preferred to thriftily wear my wife's things, but I was still pretty short. I hadn't hung on the clothes I had from before, as I didn't see a need for them. "So, hun, this is the beginning of the next month," I said. "Are you sure?" "Yes! This is going to be so much fun!" Jenna excitedly said. "I love you so much!" "Me too." I never thought in a million years that this would happen. My wife and I, shopping for clothes, as women. There was a time when I had accepted that I would be with Jenna, in this capacity, but that was before I knew her feelings about me. I tried on a few things, letting Jenna make all the suggestions. She was enjoying the outing, and even helped herself to some things. We came to a jeweler's, and surprisingly, Jenna chose a very simple, cheap wedding band, much as I would've. After playing with Phil in the play area, we headed to my wife's OB-GYN, where we had to convince the Dr. to examine me without proper ID. My wife was a known patient, and very convincing. We self paid the visit, and was led into a room, with my wife and son staying in the waiting room. "And you're here for a simple exam?" the female doctor asked. "Yes, I will be possibly being a surrogate for Jenna." "I see. Well, go ahead disrobe and put this gown on, when you're done, have a seat here", she said, pointing to the chair with stirrups. I did as directed. "Oooh!" I yelped, when the cold steel touched my privates. It was also a little uncomfortable with everything being spread. I looked up and away towards the ceiling as I felt the doctor examine me. "Ah, you're a virgin?" "Yes." "Hmmm." The doctor nodded. "Okay, everything looks good. You should be good to go. If you want to become my full time patient, you will need to get some ID." "I understand. Thank you doctor." I was soon scanned, and all female internal parts were accounted for. So, now I needed time in this body to see if I would cycle, which would also give us an idea if my hormones were normal. if everything checked out, I would become myself again, provide the samples needed, and then we would proceed with the surrogacy. ~~~~ It was nearing the end of the month, and sure enough, I had my first period. I felt like trash, bloated, irritable, tired, my boobs hurt a little; it was bad. Maybe because I was only just now experiencing this, but it seemed like every stereotypical symptom had hit me pretty hard. Also, the bleeding was gross. I was grossed out when it hit, but at least with my wife around, when I complained about certain issues, she knew what to expect. "I am sooo lucky to have you!" I cried. "Where would I be without you!" Jenna laughed, "It's not that big of a deal! You just haven't dealt with the effect of all these hormones on your brain before!" Maybe she was right, maybe the next one wouldn't be so dramatic! Once my time of the month was over, I gladly became myself again. I stretched out to my full 6'2" for the first time in 5 weeks! "All those years ago, I preferred it when I could be Maya. I couldn't wait to get home, and shed my male skin. Now that I've had a solid month as Maya, not so much," I explained to Jenna. "Do you not want to have the baby?" Jenna asked. "That's not it at all; I was just thinking about the differences between then and now. As Maya, I was already shorter than my male height when I first became her, but since then, I haven't gained any height as Maya. Being short sucks." "Awww poor sweetie!" Jenna said playfully. "Well, that's over for now," I grabbed my wife into my arms, giving her a nuzzle. She wrapped her arms behind me, making her neck visible. I kissed her neck, and I felt myself stir. Jenna's next actions let me know that she was ready as well... ~~~~ I called Scott, and let him know what Jenna and I were planning. "Going to be a mommy, bro?" "Hardly, I'm only doing this to save Jenna from having to get back into shape, as I shouldn't have that issue. You know I haven't preferred Maya since Jenna told me how she felt." "I know, brother, Issa joke!" Scott laughed. "Are you wanting me to be the donor, and are we doing this au' natural?" "Well, actually, about that, Scott, yes, to both. Jenna doesn't mind. "What...? Are you serious? Miyuki would kill me!" "Issa joke!" "Aw man." "What's that, you sound disappointed." "Pfft. I thought you might be serious, because you usually are. I didn't know what to think!" I laughed. "Ahhh, got you!" I went on to explain the process that we mapped out, and asked that he visit sometime during the pregnancy, and hopefully the birth. Unfortunately, he would have to leave his family for the trip, I didn't want to explain to his wife, either the truth, or some fabricated tale about who I was, and where Mike was throughout the whole visit. ~~~~~ In the meantime, Jenna and I had some embryos stored, and it was finally time to return to the form of Maya. I had never changed into this form with such a heavy feeling. Currently, I would be spending more than 9 months as Maya. The month that I'd spent as her, was interesting but not really something I wanted a repeat of. Now, I was in for approximately 9 times as long. Men wanted to approach me, and my wife. Of course I knew that they thought we were probably just girlfriends, but internally I was irritated when my presence as Jenna's husband was ignored. Silly, considering the circumstances, I know. I still didn't have Jenna perform her part of the bargain, and didn't know if I could ask, or if I should even bother. As her husband, and this being within my power, carrying this baby was something that I was obligated to do regardless of that. Jenna was a great friend, even though I was a right ass to her, a great girlfriend, a wonderful wife, and an awesome mother. I always thought that she was perfect to me, and over these last 7 years, it couldn't be more true. She'd been there for me in more ways than one. Doing this was really nothing in return for all that she'd given me. ~~~~ I had some identification made as Maya Hayden. I could've gone the route of having my original information changed, but I had to see doctors and be shown to be gender dysphoric. I had too much pride as Mike at this point to dress up, and do the things necessary to do so, and if I were Maya, I'd be a full on girl - who was obviously an actual girl. I just had to hope I wasn't pulled over, or otherwise scrutinized much. I trusted that my new info was watertight, but you never knew. I mainly just needed to be able to be seen by doctors and fertility specialists, and be admitted to the hospital. Jenna, and myself had seen fertility specialists, and wanted to fast track the plans. Patient records were established, and after another health check, and some other matters, relating to legalities, my mental well- being, we were cleared for the procedure. The doctors were worried that I was doing this without prior having a delivery, but of course, they didn't know that I was a father, and the donor for this baby. I assured them that everything was fine, despite attempts to sway me from having a surrogate as my 'first' child. ~~~~~ The procedure was scheduled to take place about a month later, everything needed prep, including myself. We were monitoring my cycle, and once if got close to my ovulation, wow, I couldn't believe I had one of those, I had to be given medication to make sure I didn't release my own egg. That was normal procedure, but for me, doubly-important that my own sperm didn't get to my own egg. The implantation was successful, and I was sent home. We were told to monitor things, just as if I had been trying to get pregnant naturally. I was also told that I might bleed a little from the procedure. I seemed to have no complications, and now it was just time to wait it out. ~~~~ "BLURGH!!!" I got sick into the toilet. "Love, are you okay?" Jenna rushed in, carrying Phillip. I looked up with tear stained, bloodshot eyes. "Well, I think it's time to take a test." Jenna sat down Phillip, and retrieved a pregnancy test, and left so that I could take it in peace. "Jenna," I called. "Uh, we're going to be mothers," I joked. Jenna turned to Phillip, whom she was holding, saying, "Hear that, sweetie! You're going to have a little brother, or sister! That's so exciting!" Phil's happiness made me melt, like mostly everything he did - except poopy time. I cleaned my hands, and picked Phillip up from Jenna. "Son, you're going to be an awesome big brother, I know it!" I had tears in my eyes. I was elated with everything as well. ~~~~~ I went to the OB-GYN, as instructed, should I be pregnant. They issued another test to confirm, and then gave me further instructions on things I needed to do and know. We set up the next appointment, and I headed out. As the weeks progressed, I began to have some symptoms of the pregnancy. My breasts changed, they were sore, my areola and nipples were getting bigger and darker. I had other, more subtle things happen; my skin had a sheen, my nails and hair seemed to grow thicker. I guess this was the 'glow' that was always mentioned. Thus far, daily life hadn't changed, as far as my physical capabilities. I knew that could change at some point, and sooner rather than later. But I was glad to not quite be showing yet. As always, Jenna was very supportive, and Phillip was a great sport! Things were going pretty smoothly, despite my absence as Mike. The only thing I could forsee was needing a power of attorney to renew the registration on my car, which was a simple matter, I had a notary that would notarize without my presence, or that, or any other matter that required him. ~~~~~ It was now getting close to seeing the gender of our child, if we elected to. We chose to do so, so that we could make the proper purchases. I steeled myself for the cold gel. I'd gone through this once before to detect a heartbeat, and like mostly everything thus far about this process, it was uncomfortable to say the least. "You see those three lines?" Jenna and I looked, as the tech finished. "That would be the vagina. It's a girl!" Jenna grabbed my hand, smiling. I kissed her hand. We finished our visit, and received our pictures of the sonogram. We took Phil, and did some shopping, and had a celebratory lunch ~~~~~ "Hey, honey?" I asked Jenna. "Yes, love?" "I was wanting to know, since Phil is down, and we've got some time...?" "Ah, the deal?" "Bingo!" I answered. "We haven't so much as kissed, since I've been like this. I feel like your friend rather than your husband." "Well, you most certainly look that way!" She laughed. "So, shall we be more than friends?" I took my wife's hand into mine, and pulled her close to me. "Whoa, watch your stomach!" she warned as she lightly crashed into me from the unexpected pull. "Sorry hun. Sorry, little one!" I patted my stomach. "Hun, uh, I would like to, you know, before I get all fat and gross!" "Fat and gross?" Jenna asked. "Is that what you thought of me?" "No, no, no!" I replied hastily. "You were so sexy, you remember that I couldn't keep away from you! My female body grew aroused at the memories of all the pregnant sex we'd had when Jenna was carrying Phillip. Jenna was also a little mynx at that time! "So, how should we proceed?", I awkwardly asked, as if I had never been with a woman. "Uhmmm," Jenna nervously laughed. I took the back of Jenna's head into my hand, and kissed her. "Your lips, they're so soft.," We kissed, deeper, and more passionately, and I noticed Jenna's eyes were closed. I started to kiss lower, and lower, running my nails over her various sensitive areas, and was rewarded with goose bumps, and seeing her nipples harden to points. I kissed all around her body, noticing that while her eyes were still closed, she was lightly biting her lips. She made an involuntary gasp, which turned me on beyond belief. I caressed her full breasts, and was rewarded with a drop of mother's milk. How I wanted to suck these thick brown nipples... I kissed around the areola, making a circle towards the center, finally latching on. I twirled her nipple around my tongue, and felt it grow harder, she grabbed the back of my head pulling me into her bosom. I looked up, my wife's beautiful eyes open, and she pulled my face close and began to kiss voraciously. "You're so beautiful, baby," I huskily swooned. I parted from my wife, pushing her down onto the bed, whilst pulling her panties down, revealing her perfect privates. It was a treat every time I saw it, now being no exception. I parted my wife slightly to reveal her inner lips, and began to tease them with my tongue ~~~~~ We lay basking in the afterglow of our love. "So, how was it, hun?" "Mmmm. It's always great with you," Jenna returned. "But, it was different." "I would guess." I laughed. I wanted to ask more probing questions, but more than that, I didn't want to kill the mood, so I laid back, with Jenna nestled under my arm. I kissed her forehead before drifting off to sleep. ~~~~~ Ever since Jenna laid with me, we hadn't been able to keep our hands off each other. I was hornier than usual, and I think she may have been obliging me. My nipples were usually the source, they were sensitive and hard all the time, and the slightest accidental rub would send waves down to my privates. I may not have been this horny as a teen boy! Jenna was insatiable during her pregnancy, but not to this extent. Jenna was the best, she never let me suffer long. Maybe because she knew what I was going through. I knew that it wasn't easy for her. She wasn't exactly open when I first became Maya full time. Eventually, we became couple-like again. She came around, and continued to prove why she's the love of my life. I was now 7 months pregnant. Everything had gone wonderfully smooth, every stage, every check-up, and so on. I was pretty big now, my ankles had lost their shape, and overall I had gained a lot of weight. My boobs were fat and veiny, and my face was a little round. Jenna tried to get me to do pregnancy-friendly exercises, but I really didn't need to. The baby was healthy, I had no complications, and once this was over, I would be Mike again, free from all the adverse effects that this pregnancy had. I had taken a slight regimen as Mike to keep sculpted, and this would be a good respite. ~~~~~ "Jenna!" Scott hugged Jenna, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mikey!" He shook my hand. "Wow, you're very pregnant." "Yeah." "I'll put my things in the guest room, then." "Sure," Jenna said, "I'll help. I don't think this guy here will be of much help," she joked, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes. With Jenna and Scott returning, I asked, "What's been going on, man?" "Same old, thinking of getting back into business. And also, Miyuki sends her warm regards." "You'll have to tell her thanks for me." Scott nodded. "Business, now? What kind?" "Not sure. Just mulling things over. So, bigger than that, how the hell have you been?" Scott asked, looking at the obvious. "Fat, and pregnant," I answered sitting down. Followed by Jenna and Scott, on either side of the couch. "I really should've taken Jenna's advice and worked out. I feel like crap all the time, and I'm chubby." "Awww, you're still cute," Jenna piped in. "Isn't she, Scott?" He nodded, "You look great. Besides you're doing something no guy gets to do." I sighed. "I guess. But I can't wait for this to happen, and to get back to being Mike." "You were once ready to give up everything to live as Maya," Scott noted. "Yeah, well, that was before..." I grabbed Jenna's hand. "I can never thank you enough, brother." Scott smiled, "Seeing how everything turned out, I'm glad too. It was frustrating watching you two love birds never connect. Hahaha, Scott laughed. "I was an idiot," I admitted. "So, what's on the agenda today?" ~~~~~ "The troublesome trio back together again!" I said triumphantly, "Well, kind of" We were out for lunch, and would choose something to watch, for old time's sake. Some people congratulated Scott and I, on what they assumed was our baby, which was something that hadn't happened when I was out with Jenna. We just accepted with thanks, shooting each other knowing glances. "That doesn't bother you, does it, hun? "No, it's great. I wish Scott had been here earlier, and more often!" Jenna approved. Once at home, Scott and I played with Phillip, while Jenna fixed dinner. Scott was holding Phillip, who seemed to really like Scott. "He loves you!" "Haha, little guy," Scott exclaimed. "You'll have to come out and meet our kids!" "That'll be awesome," I said. "So, how are they doing?" "Great. Everyone's in Japan while I'm away. So I'm sure they'll absorb some of their culture," Scott's wife Miyuki was a Japanese model that he'd met during a trade show in Osaka, who still had family in Japan. Both felt that it was important for their kids to know their ties with their mother's home country, so they visited often. Jenna and I had been guests a few times; such as when they were married there. They'd made sure to have their children here in America, for reasons. "Hey, guys, food's ready, I'll take Phillip, and you guys makes your plates, and we can decide what we're watching! ~~~~ We were finishing up watching Big Bang Theory, I commented, "I probably used to be like Sheldon lite. Still not that bad, though." "Pretty close," Jenna joked. "You keep mocking me!" I whined, I brought out fake waterworks. Jenna came to console me, and I got her with a pillow! "No fair!" she exclaimed. I laughed. "I knew you'd buy it!" "And I'd get you back, you're lucky that you're pregnant!" "Hmmm," Scott started, "I guess I should find that wish machine so I can get in on this! You guys are having soooo muuuuch fuuuun!" Scott said jokingly limping his wrist. I did answer that seriously, however. "If you do find it, don't make a wish. My desire to be wanted by the opposite sex was interpreted in such a weird way, I wouldn't dare wish for anything else. How do you even get becoming a girl out of that?" **YAWN** "I'm more tired than I expected. This baby is draining me, so I'll be heading off." Jenna and Scott wished me a good night. Soon, I was sound asleep. ~~~~~ The next day, Scott and I decided to have an outing, to discuss his possible ventures. Jenna sat this one out. Scott and I arrived at a sidewalk diner, and after Scott pulled my chair out, and helped me into my seat, a perky waitress came to help us. "Oh my God! You're glowing, congrats guys!" We looked at each other, nervously chuckling. "Thanks." "You guys look so good together, your baby's going to be soooo cute! So then, what'll you guys have today?" We ordered, and while waiting, we began to converse. "Well, my big strong guy, we made a beautiful daughter!" I laughed. Scott shook his head. This could've been us, like really been us. Man, crazy to think about." I agreed. "So, your ideas; what's going on in that head of yours?" I asked, gently rubbing my stomach. "I don't know. I'm thinking maybe branding myself. Something other than tech. The greats didn't rest on their laurels when they've done one lucrative venture. Im thinking, some type of store, or even restaurants, or both." I took a sip of my lemonade. "Interesting. If you're thinking about a store, what will you sell, and how will be better than Walmart, or Amazon, same applies to restaurants. Also, high scale, or high volume?" "This is why I wanted to talk to you. Your ability to checklist on the fly helped a lot in the past. I want to brainstorm some ideas. I don't want to do anything crazy, I can't finance an auto start-up, nor do I have the branding to be taken seriously in that space. It's really the most interesting to me, but if I want to keep up on vehicular technology, I have to compete with Tesla." Our food arrived, and our bubbly waitress congratulated us once again. We dug in before continuing, "Are you only wanting to make money, or is there going to be any passion in this venture?" "I would want both," Scott answered. "Considering that you're known in the gaming space, what about something like Neckbeard's, but with more tech, and even the ability to be a venue for major gaming tournaments? Then if successful, I would stray." Scott stroked his chin. "I like it. But are there places like Dave & Buster's?" "Those are for families, and dates. This would be geared more hardcore. Maybe offer all of those things, brand some hardware that could be used in tournaments, become MLG friendly, as well as any other sanctioning. Sell the hardware, maybe console games - maybe deals with limited physical releases, imports, and things like that." "Sounds good," I started, "I would stay away from AAA games, and normal games, unless you can offer something off of MSRP, and shipping, otherwise you'll hemorrhage. You won't make money, but getting a new $60 game at $55 might win enough customers to offset. Games are going digital so you don't need the biggest footprint. You'd pretty much need deals with everyone; food, construction, electronics distributors. You sure you want to bank roll that?" "Also, one thing that I think would help BIG." Scott looked me over, nodding as I got it. "No, man! I can't do it!" I shook my head. "After this baby, Maya is donezo!" "C'mon. You know it's a good idea." "You can find a girl to do that. What about Miyuki?" "I need someone that's genuinely into these things. You know the hardcore audience. If I put a beautiful girl in the spotlight and she knows zero about the hobby, that's a way to be crucified by the scene. Although you'll get a few views from casuals. Once cred is lost..." "You can't base this around whether I would do this or not. If you think the idea would fail without Maya, then please don't do it," I answered. "I haven't. We got where we did on the merit of our work. Maya helped get eyes, but with a garbage product, we wouldn't be sitting here right now." "Scott, I'm sorry. I hate being Maya now," I looked down. I slightly shifted the subject. "If you want, I will still help you plan this venture out, if numbers, and projections look great, I may even invest, maybe partner with you. But as for now, we do it without Maya." Scott nodded. "Fair enough, thank you." ~~~~~ A week had passed since Scott's departure. I told him that I may be of clearer mind after I had our daughter. Scott agreed. As of now, I needed to focus on having this child. I was not enjoying being pregnant at all. I had let myself go, and I was drained all of the time. My tests and check-ups always came back normal, so I couldn't understand it. Maybe it was mental. I think I was paying big time for not working out as Jenna, and the doctor had told me. I was smug, knowing that I could change back into myself once this was over, and instantly be rid of any extra weight, loose skin, that would be caused by the pregnancy. I should have thought about the present as well, and maybe I wouldn't be suffering currently. ~~~~~ It was time for our daughter to arrive. Jenna, and I planned for me to be induced, to give this delivery a set schedule. We got packed, and headed to the same hospital which we had Phillip at. I was checked in, given my room in the delivery floor, which was a nice large suite style room, that could hold multiple family members or friends. Unfortunately, we had to take Phillip to a sitter due to his age, and health and sterility concerns. Soon enough, he would meet his little sister. I was given medicine to start my labor. I soon began to feel contractions. While they remained far apart, I browsed the Internet on my phone, chatting with Scott, and Jenna. Contractions got closer together, and nurses were checking my dilation. After a few hours, Jenna and Scott could not keep my mind off the strengthening contractions, and soon, it was time for the epidural. I could feel the needle scrape against something in my back! This was definitely the worst thing that I'd ever felt. I was in full blown labor, trying to push this little girl out of me. I so SHOULD have taken everyone's advice! Stretches, workouts, yoga, something! This was killing me! Jenna stayed next to me, hand in hand, encouraging me to breathe, and push. I did so through tear stained eyes. After what felt like too many tries later, we were rewarded with the crying of a baby, after an extremely hard push. "Here's your daughter!" The nurse placed the freshly wiped baby in my arms. Jenna moved my gown down as to expose skin for skinship, which I hadn't thought of. I looked at our daughter, and then to my wife, tears in both of our eyes. "I love you so much," Jenna said, squeezing my hand. I exhaled, "I love you too," I said, looking back down. "And you too." I was asked what we were naming her, I supposed for her armband. I looked at my wife, and then our daughter. "Emma!" We said, simultaneously. ~~~~~ "Jenna! I can't change back," I exclaimed. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I am trying to change, and I can't," I repeated, rubbing my temples. "Love, just give it more time. You did say way back then, that it was harder to change back when you were with Scott all the time right?" "Yeah, but not impossible." "You've done 10 months as Maya, you had a baby. Maybe it will take longer." "What if I'm stuck!?" I asked with trepidation. "Then you'd better hit the gym," Jenna joked. "This is serious. What about us? My life? Raising our children in a nuclear family? What have I done?" I looked at my hands, which I balled up. "Love, calm down. The kids are going to sense that energy," Jenna urged. "I'm sorry. I've been a mess since this whole thing started." I hadn't felt any better since I'd given birth to Emma. Initially, I breastfed her for about a week, which was awesome, and made me feel special, like what a mom probably feels. I gave that duty to Jenna, so that she would start producing more milk, and I could focus on getting my body back. I figured the more motherly I became, the harder it might be for me to transform myself back into Mike, similar to when I wanted to be Scott's girlfriend. No amount of thinking, or willing, could make me turn back. After a few more weeks, here we were, and I was worried big time. Not only that, but I was still feeling the effects of not having taken care of myself during pregnancy. I was fat; I had big bloated boobs, my hips were really wide, my butt was big, my face was rounder, and I had a bit of a gut. One positive thing that there had been as Maya, as that I was hot. Now, I didn't even have that. I was dumpy, and in my female mind, it didn't help me feel any better. I cried pretty often, in my study, wanting to keep the negative energy away from Jenna, Phillip, and Emma. As I felt that I was being a bother, I started to sleep in this room, on the couch. Weeks passed, and I remained isolated from my family. I mostly lurked about when they were gone, I couldn't face my children with my dark feelings, and knowing that Jenna wasn't truly attracted to me now, I couldn't face her either. Maybe, we'd go down a path that I didn't want to consider right now. Then, what of me? At one time, I thought that being Maya was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Whether I decided to use my brain, or my looks, I figured life would be great either way! I'd have my choice of professions, I'd have my choice of partners, anything I wanted. Now, the thought of being stuck as Maya was anything, but. I didn't have my looks, so I couldn't even take solace in that fact. I'd grown into a very attractive man; I had everything that I wanted as Mike. The great career, options, the perfect wife, the perfect children. All of that, was going to be gone if I couldn't transform back. I'd have whatever money and assets that Jenna didn't get from whatever settlement we came to, which wouldn't bother me. I still loved her, and our children, and this wasn't their fault. I'd gladly give up everything I'd amassed so that they'd be happy. I promised that I wouldn't make Jenna cry, and so I would cry for both of us. "Daddy!" I heard Phillip call from the other side of the door. "Phillip, Daddy is asleep in his room right now," I heard Jenna fib to him. "Okay," he said, as I heard the dejection in his voice. I opened the door quickly, putting on a smile. "Hey Champ! Sorry, I'm up!" Jenna looked surprised, then smiled. I kissed Emma, whom Jenna was holding. "Hey, buddy, you wanna go out?" His face got bright. "YEAH!!!!" I ruffled his hair. "We'll get you ready, and uh, head out soon." I looked at Jenna, exhaling. "I uh, I guess, I'll take Phil for lunch and play. We'll be back." "Thomas, I love you...." Jenna simply said, looking at me, with emotion in her face. My face was scrunching up, I didn't want to do this in front of the kids. I left, to follow Phillip, and helped him get ready. Soon, we were out and about, Phillip and I wearing similar sports jerseys and jeans outfits, Phillip was a cute and inquisitive, precocious boy, and since as Maya, I still looked related to Mike, Phillip and Emma could pass as my children either way, and that fact gave me a slight uplift. Phillip and I had a great time with each other. We ate, went to a ballgame showing support for the home team with our jerseys, and finally an amusement park, with me winning various prizes for my son. Once we returned home, I fed Phillip his dinner, which Jenna had prepared. Emma was still on a 2-hour feeding cycle, so Jenna was taking care of her. Once done, I kissed Emma, and Phillip, telling him that I had so much fun with him, and retired to the study. A while later, I heard light knocks on the door. "Jenna?" "Can I come in?" "Sure." Jenna let herself in, and lightly closed the door. "Thomas," she began, sitting on the couch that I hadn't yet opened. "Well, I still can't change. So, I guess it's coming, huh?" I had to prepare myself. "Thomas. This isn't the first time that you've thought less of me than I deserve." "I don't...." I said confused. "It's coming?" she questioned. "What's coming?" "You know." "No, I don't know." "We're going to get a divorce. I'm going to lose my family," I said, beginning to tear up. "Who said that we're getting a divorce?" Jenna asked. "Look, you don't like women, and I don't want to be on the sidelines with my children, watching them grow up. It's even a curse, and a boon that they look like me; Maya, still. What am I to do? Be their aunt?" "This isn't just about you, Thomas. Phillip has been asking for his Daddy for a while. However it may be, he knows that even as Maya, that you're his Daddy. He doesn't care. Emma has a bond with you that's probably stronger than a normal dad, because you carried her. These children, OUR children, love you. They need you," Jenna's eyes began to water. "Phillip was so happy about today!" "I can provide for you. You can have it all. Your needs will be met. I need nothing." "Are you listening to me?" "Jenna, don't make this harder than it needs to be. Please." Jenna rose, she looked at me, with her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to speak, but said nothing. Once she left, I took off for a short drive. I pounded my fists into the ground, and screamed at the top of my lungs, until my knuckles were bleeding, and my voice was lost. ~~~~~ Another few weeks had passed. Many times, I tried to change back into Mike, still to no avail. I'd stopped lactating, since I wasn't feeding Emma, and hoped that'd help, but not thus far. I'd been more active with the children, I knew they didn't deserve missing out on me, much as Jenna said. I did regret times when Emma would touch my chest, wanting to feed, but I had to move as far away from doing so as possible if I wanted my form back. I'd spoken with Scott, who'd inquired about how we were doing, and unfortunately I had to tell him that we weren't doing so hot. "You're still Maya?" "I can't change back, man." "What!?" "I shouldn't have carried Emma. The more entrenched I was with the life of a woman, the harder it was to change back, even back then. I just carried a child to term. I don't know what I was thinking." "Oh, man," Scott stammered. I exhaled. "We may divorce." "Mike..." "I don't want to, but what else can be done?" "How does Jenna feel about it?" "I don't know." I tilted my head back. "You need to trust her. Jenna loves you. There's no way she'd lose you over this." "She doesn't like women. That's only the first problem." "Damn. Let me know if there's anything I can do. You know I've got you." "Thanks, brother," I said in the lilting voice of Maya. ~~~~~ "Thomas?" "Yeah," I answered Jenna, who'd knocked on the door to the study. I opened the door, and my mouth dropped. Jenna was standing there, looking like a Playboy Bunny. Make-up, perfect, not a strand of her blonde hair out of place, and the most amazing neglige, showing off her perfectly toned body, and the heaving, full breasts whose nipples were teasing me through the red fabric. I audibly gasped. "You..." "I want you. I NEED you." My mind raced. I had never seen Jenna this HOT. My wife was beautiful, the most beautiful woman on the planet to me, but she'd transformed herself into something...different. Before I could react, she stepped in, closing, and locking the door. She pushed me onto the couch. As I settled, she got on her knees, and spread my legs, rubbing herself on me. She proceeded to pull my sweatpants down, still rubbing her breasts on my now bare legs. She moved upwards, moving the fabric of her top, to expose those turgid nipples. I brought my hands to her breasts, squeezing them together, before running my hungry tongue over them. I was breathing heavily, with my wife sitting on my lap, facing me. She began to kiss me deeply, and passionately, with her scent driving me wild. She then slid down, grasping my spread legs, then pretended to fellate an imaginary cock. I adjusted myself on the couch, watching in awe as I saw my wife put on the hottest show I'd seen, ever. I was extremely wet, and my nipples were hard, I brought a hand up to my breasts, and Jenna shook her head 'no' and guided my hand to her own. Jenna then rose, pulling the panties to the side, and pulled my face to her. I began to hungrily devour her perfect privates, rubbing her perfect ass as I did. She used her index finger to push me back, and turned to face the other way. She now straddled my lap, and the view was AMAZING. Her toned back, her flared hips, the heart shaped ass... the way she held the hair up on the nape of her neck, looking back, just a little. I was beyond turned on. She grinded on me, as I was feeling various parts of her sexy, fit body. "Thomas," she purred, "I love you." "Thomas, I need you." "Thomas, I want you," She rubbed against me. "Inside of me, now!" she said, breathily. I wanted to be with her SO badly. I NEEDED her. "JENNA!" I bellowed, my male voice back. Jenna gasped. I stood, as hard, and thick as I'd ever seen myself. "Jenna...you?" She nodded in answer, "I wasn't lying, I need you, Thomas." ~~~~~ My wife and I lay in the afterglow of the most amazing sex we'd ever had. "You are truly something special," I said to my wife. "Twice in my life, I'd given up on us, and twice, you've been here to help me see that I was wrong." "Thomas, I love you. I hope that you will understand that, even when things aren't perfect." "And twice now, I have thought less of you than I should have," I realized. "I'm so sorry, Jenna." "Hopefully, there isn't a third. You really hurt the kids, and especially me." "I know," I said, rubbing my face. "I won't do it again." "I believe you,"Jenna answered, kissing me. She still looked amazing, and I was becoming turned on more. "So, you little devil," I began, "that whole thing was to get me to change?" Jenna chuckled. "Yeah, I had to make you want me as only a man can have a woman. That's why I didn't touch your body, or let you touch yourself. You had to be removed from thinking as a woman. I thought long, and hard..." She said, running her hand along my member. "About it." "Absolutely genius," I praised. "And absolutely the sexiest thing I've ever seen," I grabbed my wife, kissing her deeply. "I married the perfect woman. I love you so much, Jenna Makenzie Hayden." "And I love you, Thomas Michael Hayden." We went to round two. Then three. ~~~~~ Approximately another year passed. Jenna recently gave birth to our third child, Aiden. We traced his conception date to that fateful day that I was able to change back into my male body. Third time was a charm, apparently. Jenna confided that she hoped, and was glad that we conceived that night. She'd told me how much she missed me, and that she loved once again having part of me in her, while carrying our second son, and third child. If it were possible to fall in love with this beautiful woman again, I did. Every day. Once I was of clear mind, I'd contacted Scott on the business venture. We decided to open a gaming store and full venue. There was GameStop, there were Mom and Pop stores, and there were retro gaming stores but we were trying to bridge the gap, and appeal to a wider audience. The store side had PC's we branded with 3 set specifications, we did not add extraneous costs to the ready-built PC's, meaning we broke even on the hardware, and we featured our top of the line model as the equipment that we held tournaments and streamed on. We used our mid-level PC's for lounge gaming. We also offered consoles from every generation to play games on, and sold some major console titles at a small discount, but we specialized in smaller lesser known titles, special editions, and imports. We had plenty of lounge area, with many power outlets and USB power, and a second floor with private rooms. The big attraction was the tournament stage. We could host any kind of tournament, for any kind of game. We had huge screens which could be configured in any matter the tournament called for. If they wanted to display the logo of the tournament, the player info, or even extra game screens, they could. We had business class FiOps internet, which could support a stream and the many devices in the building. Lastly, we provided restaurants with storefronts, similar to the food court of a mall. We got a deal with local McDonald's, Domino's and Chipotle franchises to set up shops for very little rent, we knew that we wanted to offer food, but we wanted known food, many entertainment places had their own food, and most was bland, and over-priced. You weren't looking for gourmet, but we had a nice variety, and with low rent, McDonald's kept their $1 menu, and other cheap things, and then if you wanted better you had the others., which kept their standard pricing. We could also change the kitchens to accommodate any other restaurant if needed. Business was going great. A lot of locals used the place for various tournaments, and then it was regional, then we became the place to travel to. Many sanctioned tournaments at many levels, moved their culminating tournament to our location. Our presence afforded great sales among those who visited, and many expensive items moved especially when out-of-towners visited. "Hey, Matt, how are things?" I asked. "Goin' really swell. I wished Neckbeard's could've been something like this." "Well, you get to be an integral part of Galaxy . You know, this couldn't run so smoothly without the expertise you brought. And it's amazing how you brought it to scale, and your input is invaluable. You keep our stock just perfect, we aren't losing money, we aren't sitting on anything that doesn't move. Awesome. We've gotta hope this business model is sustainable." Matt nodded. "It should be. The digital future won't affect much of what we're doing, and since we don't retail standard video games, we don't have to adjust too much if any. Every change we'll need to make can be implemented quickly." "Great. Well, I guess I'll make a round and get some interviews for social media." Matt smirked. "It's crazy to think that you were Scott's little girlfriend. How did you feel when I called you an upgrade?" He asked, laughing. I scrunched my face. "Asshole!" Scott and I needed someone to run day to day business, and we knew just who to pick for the job. Matt, the owner of our old local haunt, "Neckbeard's" We bought Neckbeard's, allowing him to choose his successor to run it, and would also support the business by providing some equipment and product, making it similar to our venue, but keeping the original small town feel, and his beloved media shop. ~~~~~ One day, I'd been doing small interviews to random customers. "Hi, I'm Maya Hayden!" I waved. "And I'm here at Galaxy Gamers store and venue. As you can see, it's packed in here! There's a lot going on, and a lot to do! I wanted to speak to some people and see what they think of everything!" I spotted a guy playing a game that could be paused. "Do you have a moment, sir?" He looked at me, and paused his game, and stood up. "Sure!" "Who am I speaking with today?" "I'm Shawn." "Hi Shawn!" I greeted with a bubbly attitude. "What brings you here to Galaxy?" "Everything. You have everything I like under this roof. Literally. And I don't even have to leave to get a McDouble." He laughed. "This place rocks!" I laughed in agreement, placing my hand on his arm. "Well, folks, there you have it! Shawn approves! Games, and Big Macs, a match made in heaven! So come out to Galaxy, and maybe you'll be the next one I interview or even play! Big thanks to Shawn here," I gave him a hug, which I could tell he enjoyed, and signed off, waving "Bye, until next time!" I thanked Shawn again, and allowed him to continue before retiring to the offices, giving Matt the video. "This is for social media, Matt." He looked at me. "You're Scott's old girlfriend...?" "Actually, I'm Mike," I ran my hands through my hair. "What?" "I'll be right back," Went to my office, and got on some male clothes, and came back to Matt's office. Matt was still visibly trying to figure it out. Then I changed. "What the hell did I see?" "You remember that machine that was outside of your store all those years ago?" "The BIG one?" "Yeah. Well, I wished to be popular with the opposite gender, and becoming Maya was how that wish was interpreted. I was a girl who was popular with boys." "Wow. This is insane." "What's more insane, is I carried Emma." "You did what?" Matt was shocked. "Yep. Sure did. Matt, only Scott, my sister, and Jenna know about this. Now you. That should tell you what I think of you." "Hey, I got you, loud and clear. Thanks, it means a lot." We shook hands, nodding. ~~~~~ Back at present, everyone was back in our hometown on a getaway from the business. It was Scott's family, and ours. This included Scott, his wife Miyuki, their two children Hunter, and Grace, his parents, grandparents, and some extended family. I had my wife Jenna, and our three children, and my parents, and grand parents. We'd gathered at Overlook Park. We had a large picnic, courtesy of Jenna and Miyuki. Jenna fixed standard American fare, and Miyuki; Japanese. It was a grand family affair. We stood for a double family picture. Scott and I back-to-back, holding our lovely wives, and our children on either side. The backdrop was the awesome view of our hometown that was afforded by the overlook. Once the picture was taken, and everyone disbursed I hefted Emma, while Jenna picked up Aiden. I placed my other hand lightly on the shoulder of Phillip, and looked at my wife, Jenna, as we continued to look at the town we grew up in. "This is where it all began," Jenna said, a smile on her beautiful face, looking at Aiden, then me. "Yeah," I agreed. "It was the best day of my life. Only surpassed by our wedding day, and the births of our children," I kissed Emma, whose birth especially tested us, but made us stronger in the end. "I wouldn't have done anything any other way," Jenna said. "Me either," I agreed. "I love you, Thomas Michael Hayden." "And you, are the love of my life, Jenna Makenzie Hayden." We kissed. "EWWW MOM AND DAD ARE KISSING, GROOOSS!" Phillip called out, running towards everyone else. All eyes were on us, laughter abound. My wife and I looked at each other, and began to laugh too. ***END***