Lisa

by Alex McLeod

 

Lisa couldn't believe it. Her bastard boyfriend Simon had cheated on her with Tami. The dickhead. He didn't even deny it or say sorry or promise to never to do it again. No he did something much worse. He ignored her. Every time Lisa phoned him he hung up on her, every time Lisa texted him he didn't reply and every time she went round his house he wasn't in. The bastard. He even started spreading rumours about her at school, telling all his mates that he'd fucked her senseless and that she was crap, even telling some people that she'd begged him night and day for sex, pleading with him and promising anything just to be able to play with his cock. He even said that he'd broken up with her months ago but she just kept on pestering him and following him.

Lisa was pissed. Now everyone was calling her weird and avoiding her. Even some of her closest friends were calling her a slag. She couldn't take it; she had to make him pay, but how?

It was later that night when Lisa realised how she could make him pay. Later that night she remembered about the ring, the magic ring. When she was five a gypsy had given it too her, telling her that she could use the ring once and once only to wish off anything that she desired. Of course even at five Lisa didn't believe in that crap, but now she wasn't so sure. What if it did work? Anyway it wouldn't hurt to find out. Trouble was she didn't know where it was.

She searched all night looking for the ring. She checked her dresser, her cupboard, under her bed, everywhere, but she couldn't find it. She'd lost the ring. She was just about to give up searching when she saw it, poking out from under her bath rug. She walked over to it and slowly picked it up, admiring the pretty silver and gold patterns spread across it. She was going to make a wish.

But what to wish for? It had to be something fitting. Simon had called her a slag so, obviously the best way to get even would be to make him feel how he'd made her feel. The best way was to make people call him a slag. But how would that help? Noone cares if boys sleep around, they only care about girls. This made her depressed.

"Oh" she cried out loud, "I wish Simon was made to feel how he made me feel."

Of course nothing happened, Lisa didn't expect it too, after all it was just a cheap crappy ring. It was useless. Sullenly she tossed it down the toilet. That was the best place for it.

She went to bed after that. Went to bed and dreamt of how to get even with Simon.

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Simon got rather a shock when he woke up. For one thing he was no longer in his dark black coloured bedroom, instead he found himself lying in a pink bed in a pink room. 'Bloody hell' he though, 'Who did I shad last night? Hope she's fit'.

He got up out of the bed and immediately felt different. His body felt all wrong. His chest felt heavier and his hair felt longer. His chest even looked bigger, but then it was dark and he was tired.

He wondered where the girl was. She had to be here somewhere. He stumbled across the room towards the mirror in the corner. He had to make sure he looked nice for her.

He got a shock when he looked in the mirror. He discovered where the girl who owned the room was. He was the girl who owned the room. He had long brown hair, small budding breasts and a pretty feminine figure. He was covered from head to toe in pink and lavender and girlish clothes. He was his ex-girlfriend. He was Lisa. 'Oh shit'

 

In a dark black room a couple of streets away a male voice chuckled. Lisa had always wanted to be a boy.

  

  

  

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