My Best Friend's Sischick

by Dee Eon

 

Part II

Based on The Insomniac's "My Best Friend's Sister"

 

*'When you're at the end of your rope, sometimes it's just easier to let go.'
Jaynelle*

 

My lithe nightgown slipped out of bed and my marabou rabbit slippers quietly padded down the dark hallway to turn a doorknob and quietly eased myself inside.

His back to me, Tim was in his underwear hunched at his desk obviously doing homework. I tip-toed up and touched him and he jumped, which didn't really surprise me thought I didn't mean it, but when he turned to face his startler he jumped up again, right off his chair as though I was the creature from the Black Lagoon.

"O Shit!!" he sputtered, recomposing himself with exasperation as he grabbed a shirt and held it before me. "What the—what the fuck you doing in here??"

"I just came to talk, not launch you to the moon."

"Well, if you wanna talk do it in the living room, alright?" he snapped as though throwing me a big brother order.

"I mean just us, Tim."

"Alone? Just us? Here? You must be crazy!"

"What's gotten into you, Tim?"

"I was gonna ask the same friggin' thing after that—that get-up shit you pulled!" he sputtered, wrapping the shirt around his underpants as though in terminal humiliation.

I had to snicker. "Shit, Tim! We used to take showers in the high school showers together!"

"Yea, well that still don't change what you are!"

"Cool it, Tim, okay??" I quietly snapped back, "I'm not your daddy's daughter, okay? You're talking to Jay! Jay, your best buddy, okay? I don't need anyone freaking talking me down like some kid now, okay??"

Tim flared as though I were some insolent kid sister then my stare back seemed to remind him of a ghost and he plunked down on the edge of his bed and shook his head.

"You must be insane," he muttered. "You shouldn't be in here anyway. Mom gave me a good freaking talking to."

"Yea, she paid me a little visit too, but I didn't hear nuthing."

Tim frowned. "You're gonna disobey mom?"

"Hello? I'm not her daughter, Tim! Or your sister—so get used to it!"

"Right!" he sardonically snickered, looking at me as though relieved that I was scrubbed up back into the semblance of a normal little girl in a nightgown. "You sure freaking showed it an hour ago!"

I want to riposte but thought better of it. "I was—just showing you the new me."

"New you? What were you after? The JonBenet award?"

"I was just trying to look older, okay? As long as I'm stuck as a girl -- for now, I might as well at least try to look closer my age—unless you wanna take that from me too, like mom—your mom wants!"

"That's not what I felt," he muttered like a slip of the lip.

"What do you mean?" I asked and he looked suddenly sheepish and rubbed his knuckles.

"Forget it. Look, you really shouldn't be in here. It'll give mom— ideas."

"What kind of ideas?" I asked with unwitting coy innocence.

"Don't act smart. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Does that mean I can play video games on your lap anymore?"

"That's not funny, Beth!"

"Jay!"

"Yea, well Jay wouldn't said that kinda shit either!"

"I don't know who I really am anymore, Tim," I soberly admitted. "Inside, deep inside me, I feel like I'm losing out. That the way I feel about things, think about things are being taken over by a sneaky ghost."

"Maybe it's Bethany," he quipped in a way I sensed was only meant to be semi-humorous in a metaphysical way. I soberly sighed.

"Yea. After all this unreal shit happening to me, I've thought about that...scares the hell outta me."

"Like you did me out the driveway," he muttered aloud and I had to bask the comic relief. "What are you laughing for?"

"Because just for a couple of moments out there I fooled—I convinced you that I was a grown-up chick, just like I hoped."

He had to darkly chuckle. "Yea...you fooled me, alright."

"So, did you like it?" I asked in a semi-casual way concealing my anxious wonder and hope.

"Like it?"

"Seeing me look grown-up?"

"Well, sure was a freakin' surprise!..." He eyed me over again as though trying to imagine the way I appeared an hour ago. "You—did all that just to look older for me?"

"Huh Huh."

"Did a good job," he grudgingly—or seemingly so—admitted. "You're gonna be—er, gonna look—look nice when you really grow up."

"Tim—" I impulsively plunked besides him and like a sprung Jack-In-The-Box he jumped off the bed in consternation, but my vexation ignored it. "Tim, I can't live in a nine-year-old's world. I can't dumb myself down like that! I thought I could get away with it in school and around Jennifer, but even now it's getting boring! Imagine yourself being locked up in kindergarten all year! I need to get out more with you like we used to so I can keep from going bonkers! If I don't, then Beth's ghost is gonna take me over all the way and the buddy you used to know will be flushed down the tubes forever! You don't want to do that to me, do you? Do you?"

"No, of course not!"

"So is it alright if we can see each other more like this?"

"Uh, sure, anytime you—" He bit his tongue and stared at me like his sympathy was betrayed as a shrewd smirk curled his lips. "You're slick. Real slick."

"Uh?"

"Looking at me with those big poor puppy dog eyes!"

"I was just asking—"

"Right—and touching my buttons looking so cute and helpless!"

"Tim, I can't help how I look to you when I'm asking for help! I'm not putting anything over you! It's not me looking 'cute' to you; maybe some pieces of Beth left over making me look it, but I'm not! I'm just asking -- begging you to help save my soul!"

He mulled me then seemed to make a skeptical assessment. "Well...just don't—ask so hard, alright?" he muttered, avoiding my face. "So... what do you want me to do?"

"Hang out together."

"You saw happened at the game."

"I was around people I knew, places I scored. Let's just go somewhere where I can forget what I am now."

"What you mean? Like the movies?"

"Sure, that'd be great!" I perked but he looked tepid. "It's real noble thing for big brothers to—escort kid sisters to the movies, you know!" I quipped to shame him.

"Tim...really, do you still care about me? Not Bethany, but Jay."

"I—I guess..."

"Guess?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then help me from going crazy. Treat me out. Help me remember what being best friends was like again. Please!"

He mulled then sighed. "Aw right, alright."

"Oh Gosh, thanks Tim!" I squealed aloud and he seemed to brace as though expecting me to jump up to hug him, but I barely restrained the impulse and be looked relievedly disappointed.

"Er, sure. I—I'll take you to a movie. That okay?

So long it ain't Disney!"

"Sure, sure. Whatever. I just don't—want you thinking I don't care."

"But you really wish I'd let go, don't you?" I asked and he looked sheepish and evasive then looked up at me.

"Look...I—I'll help you deal with this, Beth—er, Jay...but, I still think it'd be way better for everyone if you became Bethany all over again," he said in a odd ambiguous way, as though covering himself with warning and sincerity.

I nodded. "Thanks for your honesty, Timothy," I quipped. "Don't forget to plug the drain after me."

"Look, that's not what I meant! Stop looking me with those sorry eyes!"

"Like you said, it must be Beth's ghost."

Tim snorted; "You know Jay, you're still a pain in the ass, you know! I'm trying to help you, not shoot you! I shouldn't even be talking with you here after what mom said! None of my friends hang out with their kid sisters either, so think about that! I gotta have a real deep reason to hang out with my kid sister the way we used to!"

My slighted ego was as quickly doused by a conniving impulse deep my skull which longed to test something out, which cranked my right leg off the floor to half-perch the bed, incidentally hitching up my anklet-length nightgown enough to clear the knee of my extended left leg and pointed out foot. It was a very smooth and innocent motion and I played ignorance, but I caught the flicker of his eye at my leg and the expression it wore before it almost as quickly shied aside if never noticed anything at all. I fought to smother a coy sly smile with a gratefully angelic look.

"Tim..." I softly issued with a poor plighted little girl sigh; "I know this is very hard on you, and I really, really appreciate it. I know I'm crimping your style and time, but I'm trying to hold on from drowning in a whole another life. You're my life preserver, Tim. I need you!"

His mild snicker deflated as his smirking eyes were suddenly captured by my soft wistful pleading gaze, and he looked back at me with a funny uneasiness that seemed to take wrest away.

"Look, I—I said it'd help you, Beth—er, Jay, okay?" he said. "I mean, it's hard for me to deal with all these changes too, you know?"

"I'm sure," I quipped, easing my feet to the floor and concealing my smile as the corner of my eye caught his stealing a long look at my nightgown's hem dropping back to my ankles as they padded for the door. "Thanks, Tim. I owe you so much!" I said like a rescued damsel in distress and he shuffled in place, losing a battle against a blush.

"Aw...I—I mean, what else are big brothers for, huh?"

I smiled and went out the door, feeling him watching my wake. I turned the door and muting a sly smile nodded to him even as novel sensations warmed me all over. "You know what, Tim? You're right."

"I am?"

"Yes. It's been happening so slowly that I hardly admit it, but now, you don't feel like a buddy the same way I used to feel about you. Maybe I really am changing into someone brand new...and it's not scary at all."

He blinked as though trying to comprehend an intangible then chuckled like a shrug. "Oh, well, I guess that's good, uh? Feeling more like I'm your brother now, uh? Yea, that's great."

"Good night, Tim," I softly said, closing his door behind me and hearing it lock from behind. I went down the hall a few steps then tip-toed back to peep through his keyhole and a smile of titillation passed my barely restrained giggle as I saw my best buddy drop his shirt off a great tent in his underpants and he plopped back on his bed and pushed his hands inside his white cotton tent and started massaging and whacking away.

Unreal!!

The novel sight totally awed and grossly titillated me and I shook my head and sly smug smile. 'Right! You're as much my brother as I'm your sister now! Well, you can't have your cake and eat it too, Tim."

Feeling at once ashamed and flattered I pulled back and padded to my room and gazed back at Bethany in the mirror as she piled her light brown tresses high over her nodding head and soft sly smile.

"Yes, Tim, you're right; it can't be the same between us anymore," I smugly sighed. "Maybe I am changing bit by bit into girl, and that's why I don't really feel like you're my best buddy the same way I used to anymore... and you're just going to love why I don't!"

 

Mrs. Tyler beamed with surprise when I bounced downstairs in ribboned twin ponytails and faded pink denim shorts-shorts and a mauve Powerpuffs Girls jersey and tennis shoes, like any little girl Bethany's age.

"My! My! Back in pink and perky as you please?? I hadn't seen that in a long time!" she clucked as though eager to erase my image from last night. I tried to look as angelic as I could act.

"I'm your daughter too, mommy," I issued in a demure little girl voice and she almost went nova with her pleased smile.

"Bethany—you don't know how happy to hear that!"

"I'm going to be what I'm meant to be, mommy. Even better than before!"

I said, bobbing like a cute curtsey.

"Oh, Bethany!" she cried, seizing me off the ground in a big hug just as Tim came downstairs.

"Mom, I'm taking Bethy to the movies then over the arcade. If Barbie calls, just tell her that—that I'm helping a buddy with a car, okay?"

It was a good thing they couldn't spot the glower behind my beaming mask;

He's still hooked on that Bimbo, huh? Well, we'll see!!

"Of course dear. Just take care of your sister. She's turning a wonderful new leaf!"

"New leaf? Er, sure..." He gave me a mystified look as I blithely skipped out the door and plunked myself on the passenger seat of Tim's beaten up cheap Chevy and he drove off. "I don't remember ever seeing mom so happy, Beth. Just what'd you say to her?"

"That ignorance is bliss."

"Huh?" he said but I only giggled.

 

We went to see "The Revenge of Darth Maul" and Tim saddled my lap with franks and jumbo cartons of hot buttered popcorn and Dr. Pepper. I had a sneaky feeling that wasn't accidental since before I'd caught him sneaking looks at my lean bare huddled thighs and knees.

I was surprised and encouraged by that because I never caught him giving Bethany even a second glance anywhere when I was a dude. It meant that despite his "compassionate" assertions for me to adjust to my new situation, that instead he really acknowledged that someone else was home in Bethany's bod now; a difference that made the unthinkable acceptable.

Good!

I was very careful not to act my real age or my real guy-self all through the afternoon. It was important that Tim only saw me as a kid sister in mind and soul this way, and in a funny way, his lack to remark on my relapse into childishness dismayed and annoyed me. In his mind, he must already figure that Jay was as good as gone or would be soon enough in the melting pot of a girl's estrogen soaked body.

Well, all to the better!

After the flick we strolled down the mall and did some idle window shopping. Tim seemed to be oddly wavering in and out of my personal space; ironically, most big brothers usually bump shoulders while walking with their kid sisters, maybe because of some mutual innate protective thing, but Tim seemed to be making an effort to keep several feet apart as though I was contaminated or something. That only boosted my sly intentions.

"Say, let's play some HALO 5!" I said, pointing out the video arcade and Tim shrugged and trailed my light skip inside. As usual I devastated my digital enemies with aplomb, and all the while I kept my eye out for the older machines near the rear and innocently moved from game play to game play towards them. It was an old Asteroid's kiosk, the type whose screen height was more built for teens then subteens.

I pouted like I was frustrated as I hopped to see the high sunken screen. Something sly in me told me not to ask for help. Shadows of feminine wiles?

"Want help?" Tim said in a casual gallant way as though embarrassed by a kid sister futilely hopping so, and I demurely nodded and stifled my thrill as his hands clasped my tiny waist and hoisted me off the floor like a feather, my tennis shoes dangling a foot off the floor.

I gasped with a rush of awe and thrill, and for several moments almost forget to reach for the trigger buttons to play the game. Like back in my bedroom last night, the sensation of being lifted so was awesome! Like most jocks, I took the ability for someone to bodily lift you off the ground as a sign of sissy weakness and loss of control, but I basked being to totally in the possession of my best pal. It reminded me how much I lost in my own former strength and control and I willingly admitted I was now like a helpless chick propped on the wing of a fiercely protective mother hawk.

"Hey, watch your aim, butterfingers!" Tim admonished behind my ear and I sheepishly woke and nodded, still dangling there.

Gee! Was Tim just trying to impress me or was I really that feather-light now? I'd been playing over five minutes! I was awed how strong Tim to hold me up that long and every moment I savored the melting wax sensations coursing me in the warm mold of his hands, affecting my aim and my smarmy wits.

'Draw me back against you, Tim.' I breathlessly wished. 'I want to feel so snug and safe up against you again.'

I could feel the warmth of his breath breeze the hair behind my ears, and the velvet vice clasping my waist felt like a quiet massage every time I moved. My feet were off the ground and he was in control. All he had to do was turn me and face me and let wild honesty rule.

His hands shifted about my waist slightly and it sent ripples through me, kindling an eerie delicious sweet mounting pressure like a balloon inside me. My button jabs were getting erratic as a thumping haze enveloped me and I had to close my eyes to shut out the world from interfering with the awesome climax as a tiny shiver rippled through me like an electric whip—

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You're royally fucking up!!" Tim belted into my ear, jarring me from my plunge into dizzy exhaustion.

I weakly smiled. "I—I—I have to go to the bathroom."

I really did.

Tim sighed and lowered me to the ground, and even as I tried to recollect my senses and wits my ploy was rushing in place. "Er, I—I saw a real long line when we passed the mall bathrooms, so I might be a while, okay?"

Tim sighed. "Alright, alright..." He handed me his car keys. "I'll be hanging around some friends who work here, so if you don't see me just wait in the car, okay? Just don't touch anything, got it?"

He sounded like I was seven years old. I muted my smirk and skipped away.

Modelles Boutiques was on the far side of the mall and I before I entered the swanky entrance I checked my back pocket for my bank account's debit card which I rescued from my school locker on the day of Tim's football game. Either my folks were still too despondent or simply forgot to close it out. I was pretty sure the greedy bank wasn't going to notify them even if it was aware of my "death," so at least I had access to hard earned money once meant for a mean 350cc Honda motorcycle. The most I could get away riding now was a pink bike with a flower basket, so I sighed to myself and swaggered to the petites department. An elegant saleslady looked down toward me with a stewardess grin.

"Hello there, sweetie! Are you lost?"

My smile smothered my smirk at her condescending tone. "No, I'm here for that Overhaul Special."

She chuckled as though amused. "Well, I'm afraid you're a little young for that."

"Sorry, but like, I'm sixteen years old!" I uttered as though tired of repeating it with my full former demeanor and voice. "Now, if this boutique can't accommodate me like the stores back home in L.A. do all the time, I'll just have to find a store that wants my business and a salesperson who wants a commission! And don't call me a baby-faced shrimp or I'm gone, got it?!"

She blinked as though taken aback. Even expert child actresses can't fully exude the nuances of someone far older and the saleswoman definitely sensed by my voice and sophisticated mien that I wasn't the age I appeared.

"Er, L.A., yes??" she half-twittered as though living there explained my looks a lot. "Er, but I was just—making a compliment. I wish I'd be so—well preserved at your age. Er, Special you say?"

"The works."

"Well, that'll take a while, you know."

"After I make a cell phone call, ready whenever you are!"

"Oh, then, let's get started, shall we? Will take will this be credit or cash?"

 

Looking nonplused and frustrated pacing up and down the diner's aisle, Tim passed right by my booth twice, utterly overlooking me until the smug amusement got tired and waited for him to approach then swiveled in my seat so that my crossed legs blocked his way and nearly tripped him.

"Uh, sorry -- !" he blurted, looking abashed and politely restrained and I demurely smiled as he looked down and blinked aback triple. His first blink was one of a jock pleasantly surprised by being interrupted by a charming looker, and his second blink was like a snapshot filing my look away for later consumption and comparing me with a vague notion, and his third blink was that of some analytical corner of his mind routinely scanning the snapshot and flagging an alarm of vague recognition.

Oh, he did blink a fourth time, just to comprehend what the alarm was telling him and his jaw dropped.

He stammered. "B—Bet—Bet—Bethany???"

My coral glossed smile coyly widened as his eyes widened to fully take in the fresh ribboned blue-sheened raven tresses roiling over my slim shoulders and modestly mounded bodice of a curvy double-breasted peach ensemble whose mid-thigh hem flaunted my crossed beige-filmed legs and rocking shiny two-inch heeled party pumps.

By the mirrored panels along the opposite wall, my total effect wasn't at all that of a masquerading subteen girl, but that of a diminutive but convincing Beverly Hills fifteen-year-old fashion plate.

Tim sputtered. "Bet—Bet—Bethany??"

"Don't just stand there gawking, Romeo!" I sweetly quipped, swivelling in my seat back behind the table where he slowly sank opposite me.

"Jeesus H. Christ," he whispered.

"Like it?" I innocently said, cutely petting my ribboned tresses and batting lush feathery eyelashes. It was weird, but I felt swollen with a power I couldn't define, but I basked its radiance from the glances I was getting from both men and boys all around us. I remembered how it was to have chicks fawn over you and bat their eyes, but this flattery was somehow far more coy and sublime in its bubbly essence. I had a feeling that if I just gestured a guy to over to fetch me a drink or hop like a jerk that he'd ask how high. My spiffy new dolled-up envelope felt both like a soft baby blanket and Supergirl uniform all in one, and drinking all those sneaky glances of male appreciation around me, I felt almost sly and smug and even—sexy? Especially when I crossed my beige-filmed legs which rubbed over another with a tingly silky-slickness that tickled my fancy and smarmy vanity.

Geese! I can get used to this kind of power!

Tim shook his head. "Man...I—I can't—can't believe this!"

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting. I just didn't know what to wear!"

"Damn it!!" he swore, vehemently shaking his head and looking away as though uneasy or tempted. "Damn it, didn't you learn anything from last night?"

"Far more than you'll ever admit," I uttered, passing him a menu.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I was about to demur but fortunately the nice waitress bounced over. "We'll eat now. Two deluxe cheese beefburger specials and a Coke and a Seven-up—and yes, lots of mayo on one, right Timothy? Thank you."

The tone of my voice and my demeanor as well as my appearance was anything but a nine-year-old's, so the waitress smiled as she gave Tim a sly look as though complimenting me on a stud catch and I smiled at her cute swishy skirt as she left. "Just like the old days, old buddy!" I chimed. He muttered lowly; shaking his head.

"You must be—insane."

"You're right, I ought be after all these changes. I already told you I tried to put myself away once or twice, didn't I?"

He gnashed his lower lip as though appalled someone looking like me would even contemplate such a thing then muttered. "If you're supposedly still a guy deep inside, how come you're coming off so prissy girly? I thought you were hot into being a dude again, not a doll."

"This bod's like my new sports car, to soup-up and drive where I want to go. I have no choice but wear it with pride, you know?"

He snickered and glimpsed about the diner. "If you were any prouder all these dudes would be jumping your tail."

I smiled and rested my chin on my knitted manicured fingers propped atop my elbows on the table. "How sweet! Thank you, Tim!"

"Don't act cute! Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to look my age or at least as close I can get to it this way instead of like some kid sister. I'd feel more normal and you can start talking to me like a peer instead of a pest."

"Don't you think you're—overdoing it? That get-up, the wig, fake boobs and doll make-up and shit?"

"No. The less I look like Bethany the better you'll take me for—for a freshman at least."

He snickered. "Right! Like some a pint-sized teen model from Sears."

"There're lot'sa high school freshmen chicks this short. We won't draw all that much attention."

"'We'??"

"Well, we can hang out together now without your feeling embarrassed of having a kid sister tagging along."

"Hang out?"

"Why not?"

"Why not??"

"Keep your voice down, darling."

"Don't act cute! Normal chicks don't run around looking all dolled up for Easter like you do!"

"No, but I know how you secretly wish girls would look, right old buddy?" I said with a coy coral-glossed smile. "How you're tired of seeing chicks in jeans and sneakers and shaggy hair all the time and wished they'd look more—ladylike in dresses and things? Well, here you are!"

He smirked some and gave a humored snort, looking me over with fresh grudging appreciation. "Sure...you look—nice. But I still think you're overdoing it."

"I just don't want any misunderstandings or beating around the bushes about my fact and truth, that's all. As sad as it is for you, the truth is that, Bethany's gone forever. I'm a whole different animal."

"Tell me about it!" he snorted aside, shaking his head with dismay and muted frustration. "You—really expect to get away with this? Turning sassy on the sly like that 'neath mom's nose?"

"Sure, I'll have to hide my new wardrobe under my bed and things, but I think I can pull it off. After all, I'll have your help."

"Yea? Since when did I volunteer?"

"Because I don't think you'll turn me down."

"Wow. You're pretty friggin' cocky, aren't you?"

"Tim, we're perfect together! We've known each other for ages and think alike and love the same things and not only do I look the way you best like chicks, but I know you way better than any girlfriend you could ever have or could."

"Girlfriend??" he blurted, blinking aback. Sheepish, I bit my waxy lower coral-glossed lip as an expression crossed his face as though the concept finally dawned and he shook his head in appall. ""Is that what this's all about? You're trying to steal me from Barbie?"

"You're better than that bimbo, Tim."

"But you're perfect, right?"

"I just want you to pay more attention to me. What's so wrong with that?"

"My best friend didn't have to guzzy up in short frilly skirts and foxy wigs and shit to do that!"

"I lost all that, so I have to go a new track!"

"New track? Trying to be my new girlfriend? You think I'm nuts??"

"More than you'll admit," I quipped in an emasculating way and he frowned.

"You're crazy if you think you turn me on enough to dump Barbie!"

"Oh...I think I turn you on pretty well, Tim. Like last night after I left your room..." I let it hang like that and his puzzled look abruptly blinked aback with dismay.

"Freakin' peeking my keyhole??"

"Tell you the truth, I kind of felt flattered that you felt so hard about me."

His mouth opened to berate me but he seemed to mull then blushed and shrank back like a boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "You— you freakin' saw wrong! I'm no damn—damn pervert!""

"Would you prefer jerking off over Bethany?"

"You ARE Bethany! I mean—mean -- !!" He gnashed his lip and looked away, indignant and confused.

I sighed. "You know, we should really stop these pretensions, Tim. You

know very well that I'm no more your sister now than Madonna is. If that

wasn't true, then getting off your jollies are sicker than you know "

He glared at me and almost seemed to leave, but maybe pride get to him, not to let an oversized Barbie doll win over. "You need a fire hose in those friggin' panties of yours too, know that? Or maybe you're waiting for mine to do the job, huh? That's what you've been planning all along, right?"

"You sound like I'm trying to trap you."

"Well, aren't you? You've been playing games prancing in my bedroom in that loose nightgown and draping yourself all leggy on my bed and begging for it with those big soft moist-like eyes and shit like some— some Lolita shit!"

"Tim, it's not cut and dry like that."

"Yea? Tell me!"

"I could hardly understand it myself. Maybe your mom's right about my mind being steeped in a skull full of girl 'mones; maybe they're changing the way I think and feel about things and people without my even knowing it. At first I was scared shit about my mind getting sissified in this bod, you know? Turning girly and fairy and all, yet inside, even right now I still feel like the old me. I still like looking at chicks, though the heat's gone out of it some, but outside of little things like that, I'm still a lot like my old self."

"Like last night too?" he quipped in a shaky chiding way.

"Depends what you mean."

"Don't friggin' play coy, you know exactly what I mean!" he gushed as though I were a scheming vixen. "You really got this all figured out, don't you? You didn't just get all dolled up sassy and grown-up like that just so that I can talk to you better like to a high school chick instead of a kid sister!"

"Very well. Tim, I don't have a problem laying my cards on the table; it'd be nice if you played fair and started admitting some feelings too."

Tim blinked about and snickered almost like he was about the live then stopped. "You know—what the freak you're saying?"

"Tim...I'm going to ask you a question. A question I don't think I would've even wondered asking when I was me. Did you ever wonder whether you felt held back being buddies?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, remember when we'd fish or camp together and explore and just generally hung out to talk, but always to the exciting edge of something achingly honest like a cliff then we'd stop?"

"Because—Because there's no more to say."

"No...no, it's way more than that. There are feelings guys aren't ever supposed to admit or much less feel to another. I know you know you know what I mean.

He frowned. "Where's this getting us?"

"Because I feel like there's no cliff there anymore, Tim. No roadblock to feel what I've always felt about you."

He sputtered. "You're—nuts!"

"No...like your mom said, I...I have a crush."

"Crush?"

"On—you."

"Me?? You know the hell you're saying? You can't have a crush on me!

You're a—a—really a dude 'neath there!"

"Well, I do...and I'm not ashamed to say it."

"Shit, that's crazy! You know—you know what that makes you??"

"A normal girl with a crush."

"You're a dude inside that wig—ain't that what you keep on reminding me? So you forgotten what having some 'crush' on me means??"

"Okay, maybe it's a gay thing, I don't know. All I know is that all the deep feelings I ever felt for you as my best friend's been coming out like a leaky dam ever since this change and now it's burst. Actually, it's funny, but I don't have any thoughts like that. I thought I'd be sacred shit imagining that, but it's never come up. I just feel so— warm and safe and wanting to huddle 'neath your arm forever."

"That's sick! You're my—my—friggin' sister!" he blurted like a last resort to keep me at bay. Or remind himself.

I lightly shrugged. "Am I?" I sweetly chaffed with a cute pose and simper borrowed off some bunny in a teen movie, lolling back and crossing my deliciously rubbing knees in striking a demure pose.

He ruefully shook his head. "You shouldn't tease like that, Bethy. Do I gotta lock my door nights now on?"

"No, not 'Bethany.' Not around you and out of the house. I'm Jaynelle now."

"Jaynelle??" he said, sampling my new moniker. "Jaynelle? That means you're giving up going back?"

"There's no back to go to, remember?"

"Shit, but suppose—suppose if you find a way back somehow? If some witch can spell you up a new bod or something??"

My lush sheeny tresses swished with my shaking head. "I don't think so, because if I go back I can't let myself feel what I do for you now."

"Damn! This is—is nuts! You're barely nine for christsakes!"

"This bod is, not where it counts."

"That bod can get me friggin' thrown in jail!"

"Well, we'll just have to be discrete."

"You're crazy! You're so hot to trot you're gonna get me into freaking trouble like hell!!"

"Well, I guess that all depends on how good you are keeping your wallet in your pocket," I mildly riposted with a tepid stare and his mouth opened to rebuke but sheepishly wavered shut as he looked away. "Tim, you act as though I can't wait to hit the sack with you. Really, it's not that way. I—don't really know. I'm still trying to put a label on these different feelings I have. Sure, I feel something really intense for you boiling over, but it's not the same hot ones we have—well, I used to have for chicks. My feelings about you are—like more simmering instead of burning. I'm just asking you to help me deal with myself. With these new feelings!"

"It's not just your—feelings, Jaynelle!" he countered almost desperately, trying to very favorably remark my looks. "Maybe you do— look nice now and all, but it—you—you can ruin my whole life if I -- I...don't you get it?"

My wide hazel eyes wistfully gazed back at him. "I've never felt more honest with anyone in my life, Tim. I lost my family, my old life, my total self. Everything. Tim, you're the only steady thing I have to cling to now. I'm so lost and trying to swim back anyway I can. Please, stay with me??"

I hope my poignant pleas didn't degenerate to sounding like a lost little girl as he looked back with me for long mullful moments that took me in with renewed grudging appreciation that cleared his throat for a lame chuckle.

"Well...I gotta admit, you don't look half bad for a mini-babe. In fact...different... nicely different."

"But different enough?" I asked and he fell quiet and musive. Happily our platters came and we eat in eerie quiet, digesting our thoughts. Afterward, I ordered a single sundae that we sipped from two straws, almost nose to nose, and though I sensed some skittish in him, he seemed drawn to oblige me.

We left the diner and idly strolled the outer mall. In the storefront glass we looked like a couple, and in my two-inch heels (which were surprisingly easy to sashay in) and slender beige-silken legginess I looked like a petite fashionable Beverly Hills High freshman.

And he noticed too—and widened the space between us some.

We went out the parking lot when his cell phone rang and he answered. "Sure, everything's all right mom. We just saw a - a double feature, that's all," he said, while I hopped to perch the hood of his car and cross my silken gams with the luxurious slickness I was starting to crave.

And he noticed.

He put his phone away and almost skittishly approached me. "So...going home like that?"

"I'll get out my kiddie clothes from the trunk. I also bought a new toiletries kit to scrub off in the back seat. I'm going to take make-over class at the boutique so I can do it myself anywhere," I said in a soft meaningful way saying it was all for him.

"Er...then, I'll—take a short walk and come back when you're done."

"Must you?"

"Look, Bethany—er, Jaynelle..." He sounded felt like he was on the edge of a cliff. "I—I don't know whether—whether I can handle this. I mean, it's hard enough getting used to Jay being my sister..."

"Are you saying you don't want me?"

"No—no, I'm not saying that! I—I—I'm just trying to work all this out in my head."

"Tim, look at me."

"I am."

"No, I mean look at me; all of me. Who do you see?"

"Er...Bethany? I mean, kinda...but a lot different, almost like you're not."

"I'm not Bethany, Tim. I'm someone new, Jaynelle, and I—I want to belong to you. All of me."

"Come-on, you don't know what you're saying—"

"You're right—half right. I can't believe I'm saying it, or even thinking this way, but I am, Tim. My heart's pounding it and my breath's out saying it, but all I know is I want to be your best and only girlfriend, even better and tighter than when we were buddies."

"But—you want to be—to say a guy—"

"How can I be a guy when I'm a girl ever and ever now? I was the closest guy you ever knew, and now I'm the closest girl. It can't get more perfect than this!"

He paused; "You're nine!" he blurted as though trying to convince himself.

"Look at me Tim; do I look nine to you? Did I look nine to anyone in the diner or the mall? Don't hold the calendar against me, Tim! Please!"

"Jaynelle..."

"I know you like me, Tim. I know you like me so very very much, even when I was a boy. Now, you can show it without any shame or gross out at all!"

He looked at me with an odd nonplused look and turned aside. "Christ, Jaynelle, what you pushing so hard for??"

"Is there anything wrong about saying that—that I love you??" I ruefully vowed from a hopeless void and he looked deeply at me then brushed my satiny cheek with a finger and surprised me by its glistening wetness.

"You really are different. Not Bethy, not Jay."

"I'm no Lolita either," I said and my padded bodice thumped as he stood before me and his finger canted my chin up if to examine my eyes.

"You're really hurting, aren't you?"

"I'm so—so confused! So lonely! I feel like—like I just wanna burst --!!..." I near-wailed with beseeching softness, my words cut off as he leaned over my knees, and skittish instincts I never dreamt I had took over like an autopilot to flutter and knit my feathery eyelashes shut and purse my docile lips for his very gentle press. My body braced like my sucked breath at the alien forbidden touch then relaxed as his lips gently kneaded mine. It was all so so very gentle, seeping only the mildest of pent passions escaping me. I don't know what kept my consuming fires at bay. Maybe it was my fear of scaring him off or tripping off his deep-seated aversion to mashing little kids or maybe a lingering male ego resisting my libido's wayward whims and reining me back.

What ever, our close-mouthed press went on like that for nearly a minute then I felt Tim part, looking at once awed at my glistening dreamy eyes as though he were shocked and fascinated and confused all at once.

"Jeesus..." he breathed aloud, the awe and confusion left his face with a nodding smile. "Yea, different enough!" he quipped with a shared chuckle that ended as our faces leaned together again for another innocent press, and through it I hadn't even noticed that he'd unwittingly been clasping my knees to brace his lean in for the closed-mouth kiss, but his palms hadn't left but innocently stroked even after we parted. I liked it.

A lot.

He looked me over anew, if awed and fascinated. "Jesus. Really did it, uh?"

I couldn't help but giggle at the thrill and he frowned as though I was ruining his momentary amnesia by giggling like a kid. "You really still Jay in there?"

"Why?"

"Sure don't kiss like it."

"How would you know??" I tittered to his blush and he chuckled back with a whetted smile, leaning for another press but when my honey daze felt his tongue trying to pry my lips apart I shied with a skittish surge.

"Huh. You learn playing hard to get fast too!"

I coyly admonished over a strange scary apprehension, as though I had reached a safe flat plateau for my ego, but that ledge was somehow starting to tilt... "I know exactly what you hope moving on babes, remember?"

His palms impatiently caressed my silken knees, rousing tingly waves.

"Come-on, that wasn't any real kiss."

"I know...it's just that—that I—I don't think we should go on right now," I said with an uneasy foreboding that was ironically just as compelling like something primal and urging was greasing my wits and reason down a delicious slope.

"Shit, Jaynelle, you doll-up all sassy and come on like a southern belle hot to bed and now you're messing with my head with sister kisses!"

"I don't mean to, honest. It's hard to explain, Tim, but—that was how much the guy me always wished to show you just how deep I liked you."

"Huh? Wait a mo'; you saying that—that the feelings you were holding back as a guy about me just amounts to some sister kiss?"

"Funny, isn't it? Maybe I'm on simmer, Timmy. I have a feeling that chicks burn slower than guys do."

"Yea, sure! Well, you 'came' in the arcade quick enough, didn't you?" he asserted to my blush, even as his deft palms quietly stroked more rigorous and higher to my hiked hem. "The way you shook stiff funny like that then closed your eyes and sighed deep, I kinda figured you got stroked off."

"It was my first time, okay? I didn't even think a bod this young could wet and get all worked up to...to..." I caught my breath and closed my eyes as ripplily sensations flowering from my stroked silken knees and thighs filled me like warm honey filling and stretching a balloon that suddenly burst like a soft seed pod. A heavy sigh escaped me and I felt myself weakly slump forward into his smug amused arms as he propped me up against his shoulder like a dad carries a sleepy daughter, one of his wide palms seating my nylon-clad butt under my hem for a moment before it left to fan under his nose a heavy musky scent that carried over even to me.

"Damn. Wet as a cat in heat!" he japed as though marvelling that my young body could even be so roused while he idly rocked me in a slow stroll around the car. I just stayed slumped against his chest so, my chin propped over his shoulder with giddy glee. I felt weak and vulnerable but so safe and smug up there. It was like our old jock rival power thing and I had surrendered to his new strength. I felt so small and weak and helpless.

Like drowning in warm honey, it felt so wonderfully delicious.

His voice rumbled against my cheek. "'Jaynelle'?"

"Yes Timmmy?..."

He paused as though relaying a shameful knowledge and a more shameful interest getting it. "I—I read that...that real precocious girls young as six could...could have orgasms and get—stirred up almost like teenagers do in countries where they marry kids. I mean, I know you're really way older in your head, so that's probably how come your body's—acting way older and stuff... but I just thought that you ought know, okay?" he said almost like a veiled consent form.

"Okay," I breathed.

"Good girl..." he soothingly said, and for the first time I really felt I was.

He slowly moved to the car and his arm left propping my bottom to open the rear door and stooped to bent far inside to gently lay me back along the length of the seat where I quietly trembled with delicious eerie apprehension before his looming form. It was eerie, being on the receiving end of a jock's moves, like seeing how I used to be in action with cheerleaders and giggly freshmen. I technically knew what was about to happen, yet instead of recoiling with appall my male ego was strangely muted, as though numbed out by the bubbly excitement welling inside me.

He looked hesitant, willing but held back somehow, and as if to prompt him across the line, of their own accord my slim arms reached wide for him to gnash his lip and move up over me and my arms went around his broad back as his face dropped to my throat and his massaging lips gently flowered tingly waves throughout my every nerve. The tips of my dress pumps felt tight to bursting as his chest mashed the fake sponges filling my fake bosom, further heightening the thumping drums deeper with. My arms tightened to press his attack on my throat, blooming awesome ungovernable sensations. I felt a soft purr escape my fluttery throat as I felt the caterpillars of deft fingers strum my silken knees and creep along my lean thighs and slither under my hem.

In all my days as a jock who popped chicks since junior high, I never dreamt the sensations and erotic electricity I was experiencing now. It wasn't just a whole different frequency of stimulation; it was a whole new level so alien that I was unable to cope with it. Whether because my seasoned sexual keen was now plugged into a virgin's body or what, the onslaught was all just too much to take for a newbie chick to swallow all at once.

Only vaguely in my stormy haze did I sensed a funny cry-moan escaping my lips as my back vehemently arched up against him as I was belted with wonderfully weak waves and like a punctured water balloon I deflated back to earth, and very vaguely in the dizzy haze of my mind I whiffed a heavy sweet musky scent.

Suddenly the weight lifted off my frame and blinking with bewilderment and dismay I saw Tim looking down at me with an odd nonplussed expression.

"Tim??..." I breathed, reaching but he only backed off out of the car.

"You—better change now."

"Tim -- ??"

"Just—Just change, okay?" he hurriedly said, moving off.

I was confused and bewildered as I scrubbed my make-up off and changed clothes then waited in the front passenger seat. Waited a long time before I spotted him returning, looking mullful.

He got behind the wheel, not even looking at me. "Tim? Are you alright?"

He seemed to strain at keeping humor out of his voice. "Yea...yea, I'm alright." He seemed to nod to himself, calculating damnations then looked at my former ponytailed short-shorts looks, like his kid sis used to then turned away to grip the wheel and stare out t he windshield. "For now on you're always Bethy in the house or 'round family or on our block. You don't even look at me funny back there passing me catsup, got it??"

"Yes, but—"

"And friggin' lock your bedroom door nights, got it?"

"Tim...You don't trust me?"

"Hell, I don't even trust myself—Jaynelle," he said, shaking his head in awe. "Shit, I was hardly even touching you and you just—just kicked off like a friggin' rocket!!"

I blushed. "Maybe...maybe because I'm—I've a virgin's bod now has something to do with it."

"Yea...maybe."

"Did that stop you, Tim?"

He snickered. "I've popped cherries before."

"I'm not a little kid. Not really."

"I know."

"I'm not Bethy either"

"I know."

"I know I'm kinda small down there, but it doesn't matter if it hurts."

"Wasn't that either..." He shook his head and gave himself a dark chuckle. "Funny. I tried to...I really did, to get over you, over it...but..."

"But?"

He looked at me and seemed to garner his thoughts, rake up comprehensions then he faced me. "I...I just couldn't take advantage of you like that."

"What do you mean? I wanted to!"

He shook his head. "No...your body was calling the shots, not you."

"What the fuck you mean, Tim?"

"Jaynelle...I—I gotta admit something. When you were having a bad time trying to get used to your change, I fixed and used the magic bracelet to make you want to feel like a normal girl."

"Your mom told me already!. That really screwed my head up, like I was

two completely opposite people in one body like being a guy who could

cope with being a girl all a sudden a being girl who used to be a boy

and I hating it"

"At least she zapped you one more time for you to deal with the change better, right. You still feel a guy inside even though you have to play a girl to get by, right?"

"Kinda. But that's ancient history."

"But it proves that your mind—that Jay's very soul is so set on staying a guy that even magic had a hard time trying to turn your mind around! Even now it's just kinda like a—a truce between you and your body."

"So?"

"So ever since the change you've been fighting to stay the old you all this time, but all a sudden you're melting like butter on a hot stove. Ever since you got started this dress older thing."

"So I have some kinky doll-up fetish loosening me up. What does it matter?"

"What matters is that when you do it, it's not you—at least not Jay driving. It's like all the girl feelings pent up in you got loose to act the way you'd never act with your guy head screwed on. You even sound more like a little girl now than before. It's like your body's doing the driving instead of your head."

"Why should it matter to you if you just wanna get some, huh?"

"See, Jay? You never would've thought that a day ago. You would've called that ultra-fag. That you were thinking gay!"

"I take it back! I take it all back!"

"No...after you cool off you'll thank me, Jay. You wanting it so bad right now isn't really you talking; it's like the instinctive girl deep inside your brain wanting it, not your head. I think that's why you seem more like kid now; it's like the primitive woman sex part of your brain is dragging your mind back in time or something."

I pouted. "Does that mean no nookie? I thought you liked me!"

"I do like you, Jaynelle...but I made a promise to Jay that I'd try to help him deal with his problem, not take advantage of you."

"Kidding!! Why does it matter to you?"

"Because, whenever I finally do have you, Jaynelle, I want to know that it's also Jay's soul wanting it too as well as his—your body."

"But I DO want it!"

"That's your hormones bubbling over, not Jay talking."

Vexed I was about to explode but in a pinch of a wild notion I changed to a new tact and a sultry expression molded my face with a coy smile. "But you know I'm stick like this forever, Timmy..." I cooed in an imitation of Marilyn Monroe, my hand reaching to stroke his hair. "I know you want me bad too, Timmy...real bad...and we can do it every night, Timmy! Long as we want, any way we want...ever and ever..."

He knocked my hand aside, "Stop it, Jaynelle—no, Jay! Jay, freakin' get a hold of yourself, alright?"

"I'll tell mommy!" I witless blurted, pissed by rejection. "If you don't do it I'll tell mommy you did, then you'll see what happens!"

"That's asshole! Stop acting like a spoiled kid!"

"I don't care! I want you to love me! You know you do!!"

Scowling, Tim faced me. "Listen to me carefully, Jaynelle. I know you can't really help what you're saying, but If you even think of telling mom lies like that I'll use that bracelet on you and turn you into the wimpiest and mousiest girl there ever was, scared of even your own shadow, got it?"

I sure did. Even in my weird puerile daze, I was scared shit of that magical doohickey messing around with your very mind and soul.

Exasperated, I crossed my arms against my flat chest and snorted; "Some friend you are! I asked for your help and you just turn your back on me! After all I did for you! You're just freaking scared of touching your own sister, that's all! So 'fraidy-cat scared—scared—scare—

UHH!!"

 

I yelped in surprise as his hand suddenly lashed out and plunged inside the waistband of my short-shorts and I jolted as a deft fingertip found and strummed the moist tiny pearl nestled my sacred cleft. It happened so fast I was totally unprepared, and even had I the will to recoil I was caught in the magic of his fingers as they stirred awesome sensations that flowered out between my thighs.

UUUhhhh! O Migosh--!!!! Ohhhhhhhhahhhhhhh!!!!...

My eyelashes dropped to bask the honey tides washing inside me, gasping and moaning alouds. I always knew Tim was revered among chicks, but I finally saw why inside a breathlessly sweet stormy universe and when I finally tipped over and went rigid as a board stuck by a hammer and erupted with a shrill squeal, I slumped back into my seat like a deck of cards collapsing down a well.

Tim removed his hand and wiped the damp honey on his fingers on my shorts. "Any questions?"

There weren't. Tim brashly proved his point; I truly wasn't Bethany— wasn't his sister—to him anymore. Exactly what I was to him was murky, but any blood-ties were long dissolved and anything went.

I was still panting; "Oh Tim! O God Tim! That—that was so—so awesome!... Why—why don't you just—just really have me then??"

"Because it's a way bigger deal to a guy's ego to get royally fucked for real instead of just getting your cunny tickled. Now buckle your seat belt!" he snapped like an imperious big brother to a spoiled kid sister. I pouted and did as he ordered and as drove off my chest heaved and huffed with vexation that waned with the sweet awesome memories of my best friend's oh so nimble hands. When we pulled into the driveway I turned sweetly to him with big waif-soft eyes.

"Do it again, Tim? Please??"

Tim smiled as though he had me over a barrel. "We'll talk about it later, Jaynelle—er, you're Bethy now since we're home, right?"

"Okay," I shoved his hand against my short-shorts. "Just a little?

Please??...?"

He moved his hand and my thumping heart soared then sunk as he reached past me and unlocked my door; "Go to bed, Bethy—and if mom notices, tell her that you accidently sat on some damp rag."

I sulkily got out the car and slammed the door. "You're a bad man! I don't ever wanna see you again!" and I stomped to the front door while Tim smiled in amusement and sympathy and wistfulness.

 

With bated panting breath, my lithe silky nightgown slipped from bed and my fluffy slippers hurriedly padded in the dark to Tim's door—

Locked!!

Locked???

Frustrated I peeked his keyhole but it was dark.

My slipper kicked his door but happily it barely made a sound.

Fuck!

I tried to fiddle with the lock, sure that if I could get inside that I could quietly slip under his covers and start to stroke him over in his sleep and rouse him to move on me as though I were some cheerleader laid out in his dreams. When I was Jay I was great at kindling chicks in their sleep after sex, so why should Tim be any different, and if he starts awake in the middle of a climaxtic thrust, well the milk was already spilled so he might as well go on and share my joy together!...

Damn lock!!

How can he do that? Lock me out like that? Like he's scared shit to touch me—touch me for real instead of just twiddling my birdie like that? He doesn't even want to do me just that little favor! Some pal! Some buddy! Doesn't he want an easy lay in his own bedroom? Here I am, after all this time stewing in bed waiting for the house to fall asleep so I could please the hell outta my best buddy by....by...

I blinked and shook a lifting crazy fog from my brain.

By....letting him—fuck me??

Shove his stick inside me like some hot jock??

Gross!!!

What the hell was I wishing??? I must've been insane, laying out over his car's back seat all eager and panting for him to....to...

Jeeze! I almost get fucked! Like a friggin' fag!

There I was, acting like some spoiled overjuiced Lolita kid hot to trot, trying to get him to—to—

O Jeeze!!!

Sheepishly I padded back to my bedroom and climbed into bed, shivering with relief and gratitude.

Tim wasn't being cruel to me back the mall! He saved me! Shoving his dick deep my new cunny would've been like a stake hammered in a vampire's heart to my male soul! Like rape, it's the ultimate emasculation—and Tim spared me from that fate! Against satisfying his own animal urges he backed off corrupting me, even though my male soul would've died happy in ecstasy as a new swooning Phoenix chick sprung from my male ashes.

It would've been the end of Jay!

The end of me!!

So close! Too close! It was like—like I was punch drunk for it! Posing as some hot to trot 'Jaynelle'who didn't care squat about getting laid!

Drunk.

Yea, that exactly how I felt! Drunk as a baby bitch in a candy store trying to impress and tickle Tim's fancy! But how?

This bod! It had to be this chick bod of mine! Brimmin' over with dewy girl 'mones, and my mind's thrashing in it like I yet learned to swim. I lost my head nearly drowning in alien female instincts that I don't know how to cope or control yet!

Yea...I almost lost it—and a lot more!

Damn! I feel like I'm living in a time bomb! Maybe it's not such a good idea passing myself off as Jaynelle to pose as an older chick to Tim, but if I don't he'll only see me as Bethany all over again and I'll go nuts if treats me like a little kid again! I'll just have to be very careful, and when Jaynelle starts feeling a little warm and smarmy 'neath the collar I'll duck back into being a cool kid again—and my normal self. Yea, that'll do it! At least till I find some wizard to whip me up a new guy bod!

After all, if there are magic bracelets getting me into this fix there're gotta be magical folks who make them too, right?

My head sank into my fluffy pillow with a long sigh;

Man, Tim's a brick for holding me off like that! I was coming off over him like some crazy Lolita in heat but he didn't give in—and I wouldn't have blamed him! Thank you, Tim! You're truly a buddy to the last! I'll never forget this! I owed you so much!

My little fingertips strayed below my fluttery navel to homage my best buddy in effigy;

Yes, that Tim cares so much about me makes me so happy that I can't say it! I panted with closed eyes and pounding breast while my fingers gently strummed a sacred place like a fresh memory once;

Is that why I truly love him so?....

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