Coeds

by Jennifer White

 

"Hi, I'm Kate" I said as I met my new college roomie for the first time.

"Hi there Kate, I'm Ashley" she said.

Ashley was a bigger girl, and I wondered if she was here on scholarship. I wasn't all that good at sports (ballet was not something you won scholarships for at state universities), so I had to pay my way. And the first two years they made you live in the dorms. My roomie from last year, Jan, was in an apartment now. I hoped I could join her next year, but for now I'd have to get used to someone else. They had private rooms, but who could afford that? Not me for sure!

She was looked me up and down too, sizing me up. Everyone said I was pretty, but you know how girls are so insecure sometimes. I worried a lot about what people thought of me, even though you're not supposed to. I guess I played with Barbie too much growing up, and had an unrealistic "ideal body image". I dieted, exercised, and all that, but never got down to where I wanted to be. Perhaps living with someone like Ashley who was a bit bigger might make me not feel so bad.

"I love your hair" I said. "It's so wavy and long."

"Thanks!" she responded. I waited, but she didn't compliment me on anything. Strange. Most girls respond to a compliment with one in reply. Not that I was fishing for compliments, I really did love her hair! But I just thought it odd how she acted.

 

* * *

 

We got along just fine, and in no time, we were preoccupied by all the schoolwork. We'd of course go to parties, hang out, and have fun too. But we were both focused on learning. I liked that about her, at least I wasn't stuck with a party animal. I'd heard too many horror stories from friends.

Ashley was somewhat shy. When Jan and I shared the room last year, we were a little more open about things. I mean, girls don't go around wearing just panties and bras (like the teen movies would have you think!), but it wasn't uncommon for me to be doing my makeup, and Jan got into the shower since we only had one bathroom for two girls.

But Ashley would always close and lock the door when she went in. And if I went in there, even if I left the door open a crack, she never ventured in. I guess she just liked her privacy. Perhaps she'd come out of her shell one day.

I also thought it was funny that in certain social situations, she seemed just a little out of place. When it was "girl's night out", she never acted like the rest of us. She was somewhat stiff and reserved. I wondered if she had some sort of strict upbringing that kept her so tight. She would just sit there like she was observing, rather than participating. And sometimes she didn't look you in the eye when she talked to you.

 

Again, I didn't think anything of it at the time, but as the first quarter drew to a close, I started noticing a few other things. Just little things that only a girl would notice, but they added up.

For example, we were heading to a poetry reading one evening. We had just put on our makeup before we left. We met up with a couple of other girls, and started to walk over to the campus center. When I was asking her something, I noticed that some of her mascara had come off, and she had a big black piece of it on her cheek.

Now its rude to say "hey, your makeup is a mess", so I did what any girl would do: I looked her in the eyes, and made a motion on my own cheek, like I was flicking off mascara from myself. She didn't flinch. I did it again, more exaggerated in case she didn't notice. But again, nothing. I had to whisper in her ear to tell her.

"Oh, *that's* what you were doing" she said, as if she had never had a girl do that before! That got me wondering. Perhaps she had grown up with only brothers or something? But she never wanted to talk about her family, which was also strange.

Or the way she dressed. She had nice breasts, and showed them off with low cut V neck shirts, but she didn't ever wear skirts, shorts, or much of anything to show off her legs. I guess that she had such an athletic build that with her minimal curves, she must be shy about it. But it was odd. Even at parties, she dressed conservatively.

And then there was the period thing. When women live together in close quarters, for some reason, our periods start to sync up. Nobody knows why, but it's true! Over time, all the girls in the dorm were more or less on the same cycle. But she never seemed to get the mood swings, the bloating, the cramping like I had.

I was having a really bad period that time, and I had to go change my tampon because I was flowing too much. I went into the cupboard we shared, and noticed that I was on my last one. I wanted to grab another for my purse, just in case. So I was going to take one of hers. But she didn't have any! And no pads, no anything. Did she even *have* periods? It didn't look like it.

But I felt like I'd be prying if I asked her, so I let it slide. But now I felt like something was wrong with her.

 

* * *

 

Still, I considered Ashley a close friend. We did a lot of things together, had a fun time together, and she seemed to be loosening up a bit. She was doing better in social situations, although if we were at a party with boys, she became very very shy. I was dating this cute rich boy named John, but she never seemed to have any dates.

But then there came a time when he hadn't called me for the last three days, and I had been so upset, wondering why he hadn't phoned.

"He must hate me. He thinks I've gained weight" I told Ashley.

"No way Kate, I think you've lost weight if anything. Don't read too much into it."

"But what does it mean? He hasn't called for three days! There has to be something wrong. He doesn't like me anymore. I did something wrong to upset him" I said.

 

Then the truth emerged a few days later. I found out from a friend in the next dorm that he was sneaking over there, and messing around with another girl from our English Lit class! And she said that he had been chasing after anything in a skirt. The nerve of him! I thought we had something special going. I had to march over there, confront him, and break it off on the spot.

When I got back to my room, I was just livid. I really needed to talk to Ashley, so I could get the frustration out of my system. But she didn't seem to know how to *listen* when I talked. She kept interrupting me, and wasn't really listening to me. I got more and more frustrated. I had to leave her, and find someone else to talk to.

After all that, I had her written off as one weird girl, until 'the incident' happened.

 

* * *

 

I came back from my lab one day, and really had to pee. I saw the door to the bathroom was half open, so I knew Ashley wasn't in there. She always locked it. I walked in, and surprised Ashley as she came out of the shower. And I use the term 'she' loosely, because between her legs, she had the body parts of a man.

At first I was outraged. I was floored. Fraud! Deception! Ashley was a man, and had been living with me for months! A pervert! How could she do that to me! How could she!

I was about to blow my top, and call for the police, when another thought hit me. Ashley had never done anything in any way to even remotely resemble a sexual advance towards me. She could have seen me naked in the shower many times, but had never done that.

When I had thought she was observing me, perhaps she was. She was trying to learn how to be a girl. She was here to get an education in more than one way! I felt an onrush of sympathy for her. How must it feel for someone to be out in the world, but in the wrong body? She hated being a man so much that she was becoming a girl.

How could I hate such a poor soul? How could I not try to help her? She looked up to me. I was like the sister she never had. I had no choice but to feel sorry for her, and want to help her. I started to cry.

Ashley came over to me.

"I am so sorry. I know you must feel betrayed. Please let me explain."

I nodded as I blew my nose with the tissue she pulled from her purse for me.

"Ever since I could remember, I knew I wasn't really a boy. I had a boy's body, but I knew that I was really a girl. I wanted to play dolls and tea parties with the girls in the neighborhood. But if their mom's caught me trying to wear one of their dresses...I'd get kicked out, and not allowed to see them again. So even when I was young, I felt that I had to keep it a secret."

I nodded again. She was really opening up and expressing herself to me for the first time.

"As I got into puberty, I was upset as my body started to change. Imagine how you'd feel if you started to grow hair on your chest instead of boobs. Or if your voice started to deepen, and you started to grow a beard."

"Gross!" I said.

"Exactly. I hated my body. So I started taking female hormones. At first I stole a bottle of estrogen from the old lady I did yard work for, but after a month, it was gone. I stole a dispenser of birth control pills from my older sister, but that wasn't a supply I could keep getting either. Then I finally got a job in a doctor's office, working on the computers, so I could steal a few pages of paper from his prescription pad. Add in some sloppy handwriting, and I had a twelve month supply. I took ten more pages so I'd be in estrogen for years to come."

"So that's why you have real breasts?" I said.

"Exactly. But you're lucky. You've been getting natural hormones since you were 12. I've only been getting them for five years, and I still have the stupid male hormones interfering with my body. The only way I can fix it is to get 'the operation'. But do you have any idea how much that costs? I've saved every possible penny that I can, and I'm still thousands of dollars short. Insurance won't pay for it, even though to me it is a medical problem. Do you realize how many operations I've had so far, not to mention the electrolysis? And they won't pay for any of it!"

"That hardly seems fair" I said.

"So I have to save up. I was hoping to have enough money by the end of the year to get it done. I couldn't afford a single room here, and you have to live on campus. There is no way I could live in the boy's dorm. They'd all fear me and hate me. So I had to live with the women."

"And I'm the lucky girl" I said.

"I am *so* sorry!" she said again.

I came over and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry Ashley, your secret is safe with me. I'll be a sister to you, and teach you about how to be a woman. You've done a great job, but you have a lot of things to learn."

"Why are you so nice to me?" she said, now in tears herself.

"Once you're completely a woman, you'll understand things like empathy. How could I be mean to you when you're suffering so? You just want to be female."

"Like you" she said. "When I see you, I see what I want to be."

We smiled through the tears and hugged again. We would be friends for life.

 

* * *

 

Over the next few weeks, Ashley and I became very close. Now that she had shared her secret with me, things really opened up between us. We really did become like sisters, doing everything together. I taught her many of the little things about being a girl that she had missed. It was like she now had another class, and I was the teacher.

 

Time can fly when you're at school, and it was only three weeks until the winter break. We were both very busy with our studies, and had very little time for extracurricular activities. But one day, I received a phone call. From John.

He said that he was really sorry for all that he had done, and he finally realized what he was missing; me! He said I was the most special person he had ever met, and that he was so sorry, and would I give him one more chance?

My heart pounded. Against my better judgment, I decided that I'd give him another chance. I had the hots for him anyway, and it had been too long since I had a lover. So I agreed to meet him that Saturday night for dinner, dancing, and who knows what else after!

 

* * *

 

I started to hit the gym every day. I wanted to look my best for my date. I hated how fat my thighs looked. No matter how hard I exercised, the weight there just didn't want to go down. I redoubled my efforts. I was going to look good in my skirt! I just had to!

I was there on Thursday as the gym closed, and started to walk back across campus, wearing my sweats. I looked down and noticed that my sneaker was untied, so I sat on a bench and retied it securely. It was dark and I didn't want to trip over myself. Now *that* would be embarrassing.

But as I was hunched over (I did the second one too just to be safe), I heard a familiar voice. John! I was a mess, covered with sweat, wearing scruffy sweats, my hair all over the place...I couldn't let him see me like this! I ducked behind the bush so he wouldn't see me.

He came down the sidewalk, talking away....holding a girl's hand!

"You're so special to me, babe" he said, looking her right in the eye. "Over vacation, why don't you come visit me in Florida? I'll be on my father's yacht, and there's lots of room".

If I had a softball bat, I probably would have jumped out and knocked him in the groin. How could he be with someone else, just two days before our big date? Everything he said to me was a lie! I couldn't hold back the tears. How could I have been so stupid to trust him? I was such a fool. I ran all the way back to my room, and cried as I got into the shower.

Ashley heard me sobbing as I let the hot water run all over me, like the hot anger was surging through my heart. For the first time, she entered the bathroom when I was in there. She finally had enough feminine confidence to do that. I was proud of her, even through my inner seething at John.

Looking at her, and thinking of him, I suddenly had an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. Something to help Ashley, and to get even with John, all at once. I leaped out of the shower, and explained my plan to her. She smiled. We were going to be wicked to him.

 

* * *

 

I didn't confront John about being with the other girl. Instead, I gave him a ring, and told him to wear it when he picked me up, as a sign that he was willing to change for me. I told him I'd be ready at 6pm.

At 6:15 on Saturday he walked through the door, wearing the ring as instructed. He found Ashley doing homework, reading a book on the couch.

"Hi, I'm John" he said.

"I'm Ashley" she responded. "Kate is getting ready for you."

In reality, I was hiding in the closet, where I had a good view of the room through the slats in the door. The bathroom door was closed as if I was in there. We had left the water running in case he was observant enough to notice. We didn't want to let him know that something was up.

"That's just like her, always running late" he said.

Ashley motioned for him to sit down next to her, which he did. She wore a very revealing shirt, that really showed off her cleavage (enhanced with the latest in secret bra technology, thanks to Victoria). As if on cue, he was looking her up.

She brushed her hand against his (as we had rehearsed), and he moved closer to her, staring into her eyes. Before long, he was flirting with her. It looked like they were about to kiss.

"No, this is wrong" said Ashley. "And I'm not supposed to be ready for boys yet."

"What do you mean?" he said, confused.

"Oh no! Your hand!" said Ashley, as if suddenly terrified.

"My hand?" said John, now really lost.

"You didn't wear that ring did you? The one she gave you?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"Look what it did to me!" she said, holding up her hand to show a ring that was an exact match to his.

"Did to you? So what that you have the same ring."

"Don't you get it? I used to be like you! I was a boy, until *she* did this. She tricked me into wearing the ring, and now I'm turning into a girl."

"You are crazy babe. Get a way from me."

"No really. Look!" said Ashley, lifting her skirt to show what she had between her legs. The lacy panties didn't cover very much of it. It was quite clear to his vision.

John turned pale. It might have been that he thought it was real, and that the silly two dollar ring was magic (he was squirming to get it off), or it could be his realization that he had been flirting with and had almost kissed a boy, albeit one with pretty hair and breasts.

It was at that moment that I slipped out from the closet, and locked the door. John had his back to me the way they were sitting, so he didn't even notice me yet. I jumped in front of him, and he almost screamed.

"So boy, first you mess around with that girl and invite her to your father's yacht, now you're hitting on poor Ashley here, who isn't even fully transformed yet."

"You're a witch!" he said. "How did you know about Jane? How did you..."

"Silence!" I said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, and trying not to break out laughing at him. I think he might have actually wet his pants!

"You should put a bra on" said Ashley, helpfully. "You'll like how it feels. And when your titties start to grow, you'll have something to support them. Aren't mine pretty? I bet you can't wait until yours come in like these"

"No! I'm not becoming a girl!" he said, his voice cracking.

"It sounds like your voice is changing already. And I can see it in your eyes. Perhaps you should put on some mascara?"

"No! I'm going to tell everyone!" he said. "And about you too!" he added, pointing at Ashley.

"Tell that what? That you tried to make out with a boy? And that you're becoming a girl? Like they'll ever believe you. You have no hope. All you can do is submit to me." I said.

"Please stop this. I'll do anything! Anything!"

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yes. I promise."

"Ok, I will tell you something. You are under a powerful spell, but there is a way to break it. I will tell you how to escape it if you bring Ashley $5000."

"Five thousand dollars?"

"A rich girl like you can afford it. Oops, did I call you a girl? Well, you'll be one soon if you don't get me the money! Now go!!!!" I yelled.

He almost fell over himself running out the door, still trying to get the ring off.

"Do you think this will work?" asked Ashley. "I'm taking a bit chance that I'll be exposed."

"Don't worry honey. He is too much of a weasel to do anything other than to get the money and come back here. You'll be safe, and then you can go get your operation over vacation."

"Thanks Kate" she said, "you're the best friend a girl could ever have."

 

* * *

 

John returned a few hours later with the money. He found us putting on makeup.

"...and that's how you bring out the depth of your eyes" I said to Ashley. "Oh Joan, you're back. I was just teaching Ashley some techniques for her makeup. Do you want me to give you a makeover too, or did you bring the money."

"I'm not Joan!" he said. "At least not yet! Here's your stupid money. Now break the spell before I turn out like him"

"Her" she corrected. "It's almost gone now. Want to look?"

"No. Get away from me!"

"Down girl!" I said to her. "Sorry Joan, its all her raging female hormones. She wants to get into your pants really bad. While you still have your male parts, that is."

"The spell!" he said, clearly worried and impatient.

"Becoming a woman really terrifies you, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yes" he said, looking down to the ground.

"Well, that is why the spell works on you. In order to stop it, you have to show that you're not afraid of it. A curse is only a curse when the recipient doesn't want the consequences. All you have to do is to prove that you *want* to become a woman, and the spell will end."

"What? How do I do that?"

"I have an outfit laid out for you on the bed. Go dress up in the bathroom. When you come out, I'll give you a quick makeover. Then all you have to do is go out and kiss a boy. If you do that, the spell will end. If not, then you become female. Pretty simple, really."

"I have to kiss a guy?"

"Or a man. However you want to say it. Of course, you could run out of here right now, and by this time tomorrow, you'll be drooling to get into bed with a man. You'll be wanting to kiss one all night long. So it's your choice, kiss one now, or keep doing it for the rest of your life."

He angrily grabbed the clothes I had laid out for him, and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

 

* * *

 

Twenty minutes later, he emerged gingerly. He looked so silly in a dress with heels! It was all I could do not to laugh at him. Ashley snapped a picture of him with her digital camera, but with the flash off, so he didn't notice it.

I made him sit down, and applied some makeup to his face. He looked like he was going to cry when he saw himself in the mirror. He almost jumped out of his panties when Ashley walked up and snapped another photo of him.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"After you kiss a boy and break the spell, I can't have you going around revealing my secret. I'd get kicked out of school if they knew I was a witch. So this is insurance. If you ever tell anyone, I'll post the pictures of you in makeup and a dress, all over the school computers. They'll love you for that!"

"No, I promise not to tell" he said.

"Not a soul. Remember how I can spy on you, how I watched from afar as you tried to get that girl to come with you to Florida..."

"I promise" he said.

"Alright Joan. Leave us now. I hope you find a boy to kiss, for your own sake. If you don't come back in a few days. You'll need some help and advise when your period starts. I recommend tampons instead of pads. But that's just me. Every woman is different."

He almost ran, even in heels. I guess nothing grosses out a man more than the though menstruation. Especially from between his own legs!

As soon he was safely gone, we both broke down and laughed. We had what we wanted. I had scared the living daylights out of John, and hopefully set him on the right path where he wouldn't harm a woman again. And Ashley now had the money she needed to get her operation. We both glowed from the excitement of what we had just pulled off.

 

* * *

 

 

As the spring semester came to a close, both Ashley and I were ready to go home. We promised each other that we'd be roomies again next year. We had become best of friends. I knew we'd talk almost every day over the summer. She was so happy now that she had the proper equipment between her legs, as she had dreamed of since she was young.

We were both dating nice boys, and they were perfect gentlemen. We had both made love to them, and she gushed about it for three days. She was a real woman now, in every way.

But the other part of the happy ending was John. He had quite a night when he went out in drag. He ended up not only kissing a boy, but falling in love with him. They're still dating, and he has thanked me so many times for putting him on the right road. He said that without my help, he would have never realized what he really was. Women had never satisfied him, and that's why he was always moving around from one to the other. But his boyfriend proved to be the first solid, stable relationship in his life, and his first true love.

What a year it was a school! I couldn't wait to go back next year, and see what else was in store for me and Ashley...

  

  

  

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