A Small Accident            by: C.M. Ellis

 

Chapter 1: Jen

A piercing scream woke me up. My eyes snapped open and I sat up. Across the room, my roommate Kim looked like she had just seen a ghost.

"Kim! What is it? You scared me to death! Are you ok?"

She slowly shook her head, with a look of pure disbelief on her face. She was also sitting up in bed, holding her covers up to her almost like they were protecting her from something.

"What is it? Is something wrong? Say something." She just shook her head again. I saw the beginnings of panic in her eyes. Something must really be wrong. I jumped out of bed and ran over to her side of our small dorm room. Kim was starting to hyperventilate. I reached out to take her hand but she suddenly jerked away from my touch and started sobbing. This was getting scary and I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there with her for a few minutes.

Before long, she leaned over and hugged me. She sobbed in my arms for a minute and then I pulled back.

"Kim! What is it? What’s wrong?"

She sniffled a little and composed herself as best she could. She looked down briefly and back up at me. "I’ve got. I’ve got a." She pointed down into her lap.

"What is it? Is it your period? I thought you had another week and a half to go."

She shook her head again. "No. I’ve got a." She steeled herself. "A penis." She suddenly burst into tears again. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open.

"What do you mean? You can’t have, I mean, what? What are you talking about?"

She just looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. Then she slowly pulled away her covers. I gasped in a combination of horror and fascination. Her nightgown was pulled up above her hips and I saw that her panties contained a strange bulge right in the front. I stared at it for a moment, then looked up at her. "Is it? I mean, um, uh I mean, you know?"

She nodded dejectedly, and pulled down her panties. I gasped again. I knew what penises looked like, I had seen my brother’s when we were little, and they had those drawings in our high school Biology book, but I had never seen a full-size one up close before. It looked huge to me, but I guess I don’t really have any frame of reference. Other than that, I suppose it looked like a perfectly normal penis.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and we both looked up in horror. I looked back at Kim, then threw her covers back over her. "I’ll handle it. Just, um, uh, stay there." I whispered quickly. Then I ran to the door and unlocked it. I looked back at Kim, and she was lying back under her covers. Her eyes were wide with desperation. I slowly opened the door a crack and looked out at our floor’s Resident Advisor.

Jana was a senior who, against all reason, had decided to stay in the dorms eating dorm food and using common bathrooms for four years just so that the University would pay her room and board. She was a large woman who wore all black, all the time, from her shoes to her lipstick and nail polish. Even now, at this ungodly hour of the morning, she looked dressed for some elegant Goth party. Despite being really intimidating, she was actually kind of nice in a weird sort of way.

"Jen! What happened in there? I heard screaming. Is everything ok?" She tried to look into the room.

I blocked her path and tried to think quickly. "Um, Kim just had a bad dream. Everything’s fine. We’re fine. Everything’s ok, and you can go now." I gave her a nervous grin.

I don’t think she totally believed me, but she kind of smirked and left anyway. I closed and locked the door again and leaned against the door with a sigh of relief. I glanced back to Kim who was sitting up again, looking down at herself with an expression of total disbelief.

I rushed over to her and put my hand on her shoulder and she started hyperventilating again.

"Kim, what’s going on? How did this happen?"

"I don’t know." Her expression had changed from panic to a blank state of shock, and she blurted out her answer between gasps. "I had a really strange dream. I really don’t remember what it was, but I woke up, and. And I felt something strange. Down there. So I felt to see what it was. That’s when I screamed." She looked right at me with a look of total confusion. "Jen, what do I do now?"

I sat down on the floor. "I don’t know. I’ve never heard of anything like this before." I thought for a moment. "Well, first things first. Um, let’s get a good look at you." She resisted a little, but I pulled her out of bed. "Come on, how can we figure out what to do if we don’t know exactly what’s happened?"

She got out of bed, and we walked over to the mirror. She paused for a bit, then hesitantly pulled off her nightgown, and stepped out of her panties. She looked exactly the same as she always had except for. it.

I was actually a little jealous about her figure. I’m not really heavy or anything, but she is absolutely perfect. Her tall, blonde, and slender contrasted sharply with my short, dark and hippy. She says her breasts are too small, but everybody says that. However, neither of us was looking at her breasts.

Hanging there between her legs was a honest-to-goodness penis. Her vagina seemed to have disappeared completely, replaced entirely by a penis and testicles. She stood there with her feet spread wide apart, staring at it like it was some kind of alien creature. My expression probably wasn’t much better. I don’t know how long we stood there like that, but eventually I snapped out of it. "Ok, come on. Let’s get you dressed, we’re taking you to the emergency room right now."

I got dressed quickly in jeans and a T-shirt then walked back over to Kim who had put on a blouse, but was still standing nude from the waist down. I opened her drawer and handed her a pair of panties and some jeans. She pulled up the panties, and again I saw the strange bulge in the front. As she started to zip the jeans I realized we had another problem. All of Kim’s jeans are really tight, and she couldn’t zip them up. She tried to push it in as she zipped, but it obviously hurt and she gave me a forlorn look. I glanced back at the drawer and pulled out a pair of sweat pants.

* * * *

I was fortunate enough to have a car on campus, and we quietly made our way down to it. I hadn’t thought to look at a clock, but it was still dark out. We climbed into my little Honda and we were on our way.

"Don’t worry, Kim. We’ll get this worked out. I’m sure that the doctors will know what’s going on, and they’ll fix you right up, no sweat. Everything’s going to be fine."

Kim was very quiet in the car. After a few awkward minutes, I couldn’t stand it any longer. "Um, I know this is probably really weird for you. I mean, um, what does it feel like?"

She shifted in her seat a little and started to reach down but stopped her hand. "It’s really uncomfortable. It’s like having a potato stuffed in your underwear, only it hurts every time I mash it."

"Well, you never did like mashed potatoes." She looked up at me, and burst out laughing. We both laughed for a little while. I was glad. Kim was obviously feeling a little better. She was still upset obviously, I mean, who wouldn’t be? I don’t know how guys deal with those things all the time.

I pulled into the hospital parking lot, and we walked in the emergency entrance. Kim was really reluctant to walk in there. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even look up. We walked up to the desk and the nurse stared at us with this terrible mean expression.

"Um, my friend here. She’s got a big problem."

"Well, what is it already? It’s been a rough night, ladies, and my patience is at an end."

"You see, she woke up this morning and she had, um, grown a penis." She just glared at me, and I started to panic. "I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. I don’t know what’s going on, you’ve got to help her, please!"

She just stared at me for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice was the meanest I had ever heard in my life. "Now you listen to me! We’re very busy here, and wasting our time is a criminal offense. Now if you can’t be serious, then I’m just going to have to ask you to leave!"

I was just about to have a fit right there in the waiting room, but Kim suddenly ran out of the hospital. I glanced back at the nurse quickly, then ran after her. She was waiting at the car. I started to say something, but she interrupted.

"Please Jen. Let’s go home. We can come back later. Just take me home now, please?"

I looked at her, and she looked at me. "Okay Kim."

* * * *

The sun was just rising as we sneaked back into our room. I locked the door behind me as Kim dropped down onto her bed. I sat next to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back and we sat just like that for a few minutes. Suddenly she gasped and pulled away from me.

"What is it?" I asked, but then I saw what it was. We both watched as the already incongruous bulge in her lap began to grow. As it started to press against the fabric of her panties, Kim began to look decidedly uncomfortable. She shifted her legs around, but she obviously was trying to avoid actually touching it. Eventually my sympathy, and I’ll have to admit, my curiosity got the better of me and I gently pulled her underwear down, freeing her mysterious new appendage.

Oh my God! I had thought it looked big before, but I had no idea how much they expand when they get hard. Okay, I guess I’m a prude or something, but I’d never even seen a guy naked above the age of six, so how could I have known? I guess it couldn’t have been any longer than seven inches at the most, and I had heard rumors of bigger ones, but I could hardly imagine that something that size would even fit, you know, down there.

Kim was just sitting there, staring at it. She still seemed afraid to touch it. I looked up, and I guess my question was obvious just from looking at my face. She kind of shrugged a little and looked back down. I reached out and gently touched the end. Kim inhaled sharply. With a quick glance up at her, I continued by gripping it carefully in my hand. As I ran my hands along it, Kim let out a little moan.

It was so smooth. I’m not sure what I expected exactly, but the smoothness and the strange half-hard half-soft texture surprised me. As I touched it, I gradually began to feel turned on. I wondered a little bit about being turned on by my roommate, but the thought passed quickly. I slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of her. I began to slowly stroke it, becoming more and more turned on as time went by.

"What does it feel like? Is it good?" My voice was practically a whisper.

"Unhh! Oh, I can’t explain it. I can’t believe. don’t stop!" Kim was really breathing heavy now as I continued to stroke her penis back and forth. I was starting to breath a little heavy myself when all of a sudden she stiffened and all this gooey white stuff, sperm I guess, sprayed out the end of it, covering my face.

Kim screamed in pleasure and I screamed in shock She fell back on the bed, and I sat back on the floor. I stuck out my tongue and absent-mindedly cleaned off my upper lip. It was kind of a salty taste. I was practically catatonic until a thump on the wall reminded me that there were other people who didn’t appreciate our screaming. It was just after dawn, after all.

Suddenly I came back to reality and wiped my face with my hand, only succeeding in smearing the sticky stuff all over the place. I stood up slowly on wobbling knees and looked down at Kim.

She was asleep. Lying sideways on her bed with her legs over the side and her rapidly shrinking penis sinking back into her lap. Seeing her peacefully relaxed, her mouth gaping open, I realized how tired I was myself. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only quarter till six in the morning. I pulled Kim’s legs off the floor and gently turned her so she was lying the right way in bed. I started to climb into my own bed when I remembered our alarm clocks. We had certainly had a busy night and there was no way we were going to class this morning, so I turned both of them off and practically collapsed into my own bed. I was still very aroused, but my fatigue won out, and I was soon asleep.

* * * *

"Jen! Jen! Wake up!" Kim was shaking my shoulders and I wearily opened my eyes.

"What is it now? What time is it?" My thoughts were still a little foggy, but I hadn’t forgotten our eventful morning so far.

"I have to go to the bathroom! What should I do? I can’t go in there like this! What am I going to do? I don’t think I can hold this much longer." Kim was in obvious distress and she kept shifting her weight back and forth. I glanced at the clock and saw that we had slept through most of the day. It was nearly five o’ clock!

I wracked my brain trying to come up with a solution. I suggested that we just go in there, and I would act as a lookout for her. Not ideal, I know, but we didn’t exactly have a lot of time.

I opened the door to the restroom down the hall and looked around. We were in luck; nobody was in there. I motioned Kim towards the farthest stall from the door and then stood just outside her stall. She rushed inside and started to pull down her sweat pants.

"You should do it standing up." I said, and it was out before I even realized I was going to say it.

"WHAT?"

"Well, guys are always going on about it. You have to at least try it. Who knows how long this will last? This is an experience of a lifetime. If you don’t do it, you’ll be kicking yourself for the rest of your life."

"I guess." She still seemed a little reluctant, but she was going to do it. "Here goes."

I grinned stupidly in a kind of vicarious thrill as she took it in her hands and aimed it at the toilet. Slowly at first, but rapidly increasing, a liquid stream poured into the bowl. Kim giggled nervously as she stood there.

"This feels weird. It’s like a little garden hose." We giggled together for a minute until we heard the bathroom door open.

Hoping to quell Kim’s panic, I patted her on the shoulder and said aloud: "Don’t worry, Kim. You’ll be all right once you get that up."

The girl who had come in was looking at me a little strangely. "She has the flu." I assured her, and she shrugged and entered another stall. After a tense minute, the girl finished and walked into the adjoining room with the sinks. I sighed heavily and looked in on Kim who had also finished with a minimum of splashing.

"Oh God! Jen, I thought I was dead!" She was panting with relief. "Do you think she suspected anything?"

"No way. I wasn’t sure if she could see your feet or not, so I figured better safe than sorry. She just thought you were throwing up I think."

"Jen, you’re a lifesaver."

As we walked back to our room, I noticed that Kim seemed to be walking funny, kind of bow-legged. I did feel sorry for her, but. I feel terrible for saying this; it was really exciting too! We went back to our room and again sat side by side on her bed. It was pretty awkward for a few minutes. I had no idea what to say. This was so bizarre, we didn’t know if it was permanent or what had even happened to begin with. So I just put my arm around her and held her.

"Thanks, Jen. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here to help me. Oh! It’s happening again!" I let go of her, and sure enough, her penis was again growing hard. This time she pulled off her pants and stepped out of her panties. After looking at it for a moment, she reached down and gripped it gently. She slowly began stroking it up and down.

I don’t know what came over me, but as I watched her, I started getting really aroused. I began caressing my breasts, and before long, my own panties were on the floor, and I was gently rubbing my vagina. We looked into each other’s eyes, and suddenly we were kissing passionately.

I can hardly remember what was happening, but soon we were totally nude. I felt a shock of pleasure as her hands left her engorged erection and began caressing my breasts, and flicking my hardened nipples.

She lay me down on her bed, and then I felt her erection at my vagina. Our lips still locked and her hands busy with my breasts, I took it upon myself to continue. I reached down and slowly aimed the head of the penis between my labia. Almost immediately Kim began to thrust her hips, and she was inside.

I gasped violently as I felt a searing pain that seemed to shoot all the way up to my brain, but it passed quickly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I noted the irony of losing my virginity to a girl, and my best friend, but my conscious mind was occupied with other matters. The pain gave way rapidly to an incredible feeling. I had explored myself down there a bit, but that was nothing compared to this. I spread my thighs wide and wrapped my legs around Kim’s smooth posterior as she continued to hump her hips up and down.

I lost track of who was making what noise, but the room was filled with the sounds of feminine pleasure. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I never wanted it to stop. And it didn’t. It gradually started to build and suddenly wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me and I felt like I nearly lost consciousness. It was only a moment later that Kim let out a shriek and I felt her penis let loose inside me. Kim collapsed onto me then rolled off and we lay there exhausted next to each other.

After a while, we had recovered enough to talk, but it was embarrassing to say the least. I couldn’t believe that I had just had sex for the first time with my best girlfriend who had mysteriously grown a penis last night, but even still, I felt very comfortable laying there with her.

We were both hungry, but neither of us really felt like heading over to the dining halls, so I pulled a couple of granola bars off our snack shelf and got some sodas out of the cooler. We managed to go almost three hours before falling into each other’s arms once more.

* * * *

I woke up cuddling up next to Kim. I leaned over to rest my head on her chest, and discovered that there had been more changes over the night. I pulled the covers off and looked down at her still sleeping body. She looked mostly the same as she had last night except that her breasts had shrunk down to nothing. It didn’t really look like a guy’s chest, because her shoulders were still delicate and her skin was still hairless and smooth. But her breasts were completely gone and her nipples had shrunk down so that she looked like a little girl who hadn’t yet developed.

"Kim! Wake up! You changed again!"

"Huh? What? What iISs it?"

I stared in shock; her voice had broken, just like a young boy’s. Her voice sounded pretty much the same, but that break was unmistakable. Kim was fully awake by now, and she had noticed the new changes. We looked each other in the eyes, and we realized that this was far from over.

Chapter 2: Dan

A piercing scream woke me up.

"God damn it! Shut the fuck up!" My roommate Andy shouted in his own half-asleep way.

"It’s not me, it’s the girls on the next floor down." I had managed to force my eyes open at this point, and I saw that it was only about four thirty in the morning. I looked over at Andy but he had already gone back to sleep. For some reason, my thoughts lingered on his hairy legs hanging out of his mussed covers. I shook my head to clear my roommate’s body from my mind and tried to fall back asleep myself.

After a few minutes of that, I opened my eyes again. Something felt a little weird, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I gently scratched my chest and rolled over onto my side. There it was again! My crotch felt a little weird, but I couldn’t quite think what it was. I figured all it needed was a routine adjustment and I reached down to provide it.

"Holy shit!"

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is your problem?"

I didn’t respond for a minute, but instead I just kept checking and rechecking my crotch. My dick was gone! Totally gone! There was nothing there! At least that was what I thought first. Reaching a little lower revealed the presence of a very distinct something. Just slightly below the vacancy left by my dick was a pussy!

"What the hell are you doing?"

Startled, I looked quickly over at Andy, who was looking at me quizzically. Very soon after that I realized what Andy was seeing. I had just yelled ‘Holy Shit’ and was now sitting up in bed with my hand in my crotch. At least I was covered, but it still didn’t look good.

"Um, I just realized I had to go to the bathroom."

He looked unconvinced.

"Really bad." I added.

"So what the hell are you yelling about? Just get up and go, or wet the bed, I don’t give a shit. Just let me sleep, will you?" With that, he rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head.

I quickly got out of bed, thankful that my boxers would not show my. Fuck, I can’t even say it. I grabbed my bathrobe out of my closet and ran down the hall to the bathroom. As I walked, my groin felt eerily empty, and a strange sliding sensation kept nagging at me.

I ducked into one of the rarely used stalls. Thank God they had doors on them. I turned the pathetic little excuse of a lock and sat down on the toilet. I just sat there motionless for a moment before returning to the task at hand. I pulled down my boxers and looked down. It was gone, oh my God! I couldn’t really see the small slit below my strangely empty groin, the angle was all wrong. I wished that I had brought a mirror, but there was nothing to be done about that now. After several unsuccessful contortions, I gave up. Jesus, how do girls deal with this? You can’t see anything.

Maybe if I were more flexible, but all I could see was the top of it, and it was not a very useful angle. After giving up on a visual inspection, I reluctantly resorted to feeling it.

I gently gripped those strange lips, one in each hand, holding them between a thumb and finger. I slowly separated them, and gasped when I felt the air on that sensitive moist flesh that had no business being there at all. I had to shift my right hand so that I could get a finger into it. It was a little dryer than I expected, but it was soft and a bit sticky. The weirdest part though, was feeling my finger from the other end.

It was very sensitive down there, but not in an erotic way. My finger felt more like a gentle itch, or a small irritation. I poked around a little more and winced when I touched what I assumed was my urinary opening. Ooh, that didn’t feel very good at all. A little lower, I found my. well, opening. It was so small and tight! Oh God, did this thing make me a virgin? I couldn’t bring myself to insert a finger, so I moved up to my clitoris.

At first, it was just there, like my dick when I’m not hard, but as I continued to feel it, I was rewarded with an increasingly pleasant sensation. Pretty soon, I had both hands down there. There wasn’t much method to it; I pretty much just rubbed everything around. It started to get pretty moist down there. The wetter everything got, the smoother my fingers could slide around. It felt really strange to be so aroused without having an obvious hard-on to focus on. I felt a kind of warmth centered in my crotch, but spreading out over most of my body. I was somewhat surprised to discover how much my new pussy lips swelled up when I was so horny. My vagina opened up a lot too. I guess I hadn’t been paying that much attention at this stage in my past relationships.

After a while I reached a sort of plateau. Everything I did still felt good, but my hands just weren’t getting the job done. If I had been more coherent, I might have wondered at how complicated masturbating a pussy was, but I wasn’t really thinking straight at the time. Eventually, my arms got a little tired and I just sat back and rested. I felt a little frustrated, but nothing like when I’m denied orgasm with my penis.

Suddenly, the bathroom door squeaked open and someone came in. They assumed the standard buffer zone and took the stall two doors down. I heard him lift the lid and start to piss. I just sat there, half in terror, half in fascination. Despite having done it myself thousands of times, I became obsessed with the idea of using a penis. I couldn’t get it out of my head. He had a dick, and now I didn’t anymore. I was more aware than ever of the vacuum between my legs, and how it could be filled.

I jumped when he slammed the lid back down with a piercing clank. Thankfully it startled me out of my reverie. I couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having, like I was all hollow inside or like I was incomplete.

I heard his stall door start to squeak open and almost sighed in relief, but then I heard him start to sniff. I looked down in horror at the copious amount of pussy juice that had collected at my crotch. I hadn’t noticed the smell until now. Oh my God! He smelled me!

Soft footsteps padded over to the stall door. I saw his feet stop below the door. He sniffed again then chuckled softly. "Hey! You in there. Who is that?" Oh God! It was Mark, this macho asshole from down the hall. We ran with different crowds, so I never really had that much contact with him, but his self-proclaimed studliness was known throughout the dorms.

I sat there frozen. I had no idea what to say to him. Maybe, if I ignored him, he’d just go away. He knocked again, and I knew it was hopeless. This unmistakable feminine smell in the men’s room late at night was just too interesting for this so-called "ladies man" to pass up.

"Uh, h-hey Mark. It’s me, Dan. Um, uh, - what’s up?"

"Judging from that smell, I should be asking you," he laughed. "Dan! Wow, I never figured you for such a hound, man. Damn! Smells pretty fresh, are you sure there’s not someone else in there with you?"

I saw him start to kneel down to look under the door. I snapped my knees together, and pushed my feet forward to block him.

"No! I mean, no, just me in here."

"Oh yeah? So where’s the bitch? Is she back in your room, or did you do the deed in her place? Oh man, I bet it’s that little girl Kim downstairs isn’t it! I knew it! I knew that little goodie-goodie thing was an act."

That bastard! Kim was my girlfriend, well; at least she used to be my girlfriend. We had had a terrible fight last night and she had stormed out of my room. I hadn’t talked to her since then. Oh God! I hadn’t even thought about Kim! What would she say about this? It’s not like we had been lovers or anything yet, but this pretty much ruled it out entirely. I still had to get rid of Mark, so I almost agreed with him, but I couldn’t do that to Kim’s reputation.

"Uh, no it’s not Kim. It’s this uh, little redhead in my physics lecture. You wouldn’t know her. She’s back in her room in the Cheyenne dorm."

"Well, what do you know? Little Danny-boy got some, huh? Congrats man, but damn! You reek of woman in there. She must be some slut to get that soaked."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" I couldn’t help but feel a little offended. After all, it was my juices he was talking about.

"Hey, hey, nothing man! That sweet smell was just so strong that I could’ve sworn you had some pussy in there, and if you did, I wanted some, that’s all. See you, man."

I grimaced to myself at that last remark as he walked away. It had forced the picture of a naked Mark into my mind, and I couldn’t tell whether I was more horrified by the image or by the slight twitch I felt down below. Slowly, but surely, my panicked heartbeat returned to normal.

After a moment, I realized that I had to pee. Ugh. The less said about that the better. Anyway, I eventually made my way back to my room. I had fully intended to get dressed and go to the hospital or something, but as I eased my way into the dark room, my bed began to look irresistible. I tried to tell myself that this was an emergency, but I was so tired that I just collapsed onto my bed.

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"Dan! Dan! Wake up!"

I awoke with a start and looked up in horror. Andy was looking down on me with a panicked expression on his face. Then I realized I was uncovered, with my underwear around my ankles.

"Dan! What the hell is that?"

I snapped my knees together and grabbed for my bedspread. Once I was covered, I looked back at Andy, who was still waiting for my response.

"Oh God, Andy! I don’t know what’s going on. I just woke up this morning and I had. I have a pussy. I swear, I wasn’t like this before!"

"I know that! Jesus Christ, I’ve seen you in the showers before. But how could this happen?"

He stared at me, until I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and I looked down, only to see that Andy had a huge hard-on! It was poking through the hole in his boxer shorts. For some reason, it held me spellbound. I just couldn’t keep from staring at it.

Once he noticed where I was looking, he quickly turned away. The spell broken, I looked away as well. Then he turned back.

"Um, so is it really what it looked like? I mean.is it.?" He threw up his hands in frustration. "Damn it, you know what I’m trying to say!"

"Well, as far as I can tell, it’s exactly what it looks like. But I can’t even really see anything; the angle’s no good. Could you take a look for me?"

I can’t believe I said that! What was I thinking? But I couldn’t quite bring myself to take it back.

I slowly pulled the comforter off and spread my legs.

He stared intently at my transfigured groin. I couldn’t stand the intensity of his glare, so I closed my eyes. I heard him get down on his knees for a closer look and then I felt his hands on me. Very gently, he separated my lips with his fingers, and I felt his breath on me. It was so warm, and it tickled my pubic hair with every exhalation. I shivered a little every time he blew on me, which was starting to be faster and harder.

He lightly prodded my clitoris with his finger and I felt a jolt. Slowly, I felt his finger probing that strange little opening I now had. Now more moist than before, my pussy accepted his finger easily and he slid it gently around. Playing with myself was one thing, but having someone else manipulating me down there was a whole different ballpark. Andy’s fingering became more and more thorough, and gradually I became more turned on than I can ever remember being before. Gentle up and down strokes, followed by a soft sort of pinching. I was starting to involuntarily move my hips a little, and I could feel myself gripping his fingers inside me. My eyes still closed; I was almost completely lost in the physical sensations.

Suddenly the fingers pulled out and something much larger pressed in. The feeling of his hips between my thighs and the unforeseen hands on my butt were irrelevant in the face of the pure ecstasy that this uninvited, but welcome, guest had brought.

My legs locking around him, we fell back onto my bed. I could feel my rhythmic contractions contrasting beautifully with his forceful thrusts, and soon I was beside myself with a pleasure I had never known. I was filled to a brim that had never before existed, only to be emptied and filled again.

I heard Andy grunting softly as he pounded and his mouth was hanging open as his eyes squinted in concentration. My head rolled back in pleasure and I looked around the room. In the depths of my gratification, our tiny dorm room had been transformed to the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Gradually I looked back at Andy, still thrusting into me.

For what seemed like minutes on end, I had literally no control over my body as I was wracked with spasms and convulsions. Slowly it faded, only to start building once more as Andy continued to pulse in and out of me. Suddenly he went rigid, and I felt a tiny explosion down in the depths of my being. After a long sigh, he relaxed and settled down next to me on the bed. Just before drifting off to sleep once more, I thought I heard him say, "That was great, honey."

* * * *

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. At first my mind was a blank. I was so groggy that I couldn’t quite figure out what had made the noise. Suddenly my bed shifted heavily as someone who had been lying next to me jumped out.

Andy! It all came flooding back as my mind cleared. I had just fucked Andy! Not only that, but it had been great! Somehow the stickiness and slight residual tingle between my legs wouldn’t let me be properly disgusted. I looked over at the clock and my mouth gaped open! It was six o’clock at night! Somehow we had slept through the whole day. The door pounded again and I looked at Andy. He had already pulled on a T-shirt, and now he was stepping into some jeans. He zipped up and started towards the door. He looked back at me and gestured at the covers. I got the idea and pulled the comforter over me.

Andy answered the door, and although I couldn’t quite see who it was, I recognized the voice instantly. It was that weird goth-chick resident advisor from the girls floor.

She was asking something about whether we would be attending the dorm party. Andy was fairly non-committal and what’s-her-name, um, Jana sounded disappointed. Then she asked about me, and I nearly panicked. Andy though, remained cool and said that I had gone to dinner. He’s so clever.

Jana seemed to accept that, but I could almost hear a smirk in her voice, like she knew he was lying. Apparently she did believe him though, because she left after that. Andy closed and locked the door. Then he rushed over to his desk and started cramming books into his backpack.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little more demanding than I had intended.

"I can’t believe we slept through the whole God-damn day! I have a history exam in like fifteen minutes. I’ve got to haul ass over there, or I’m gonna flunk!"

"How can you just run off after what’s happened today?" I was suddenly very upset. "We made love, for crying out loud! And now you’re just running off to class like everything’s ok!"

He suddenly looked guilty. "I’m sorry, Dan. But I’ve got to take this exam! I’ve already missed a couple homework assignments and I’m behind. I’ll see you when I get back" With that he rushed out and shut the door.

As soon as he had left, my mind seemed to clear a little, and I realized how I had been acting. I had been all clingy and possessive, just like a girl. Now that I think about it, Andy had been acting a little weird too. Why hadn’t he just told me to go to hell? He would have told the old me that, so why did he start treating me like a girl? My mind raced. How else had I changed? Was I gay now? What did gay even mean to me now? Suddenly I felt dizzy, and I fell back to my bed. My eyes closed and soon I fell asleep.

Chapter 3: Kim

"Oh my God-oh my God-oh my God! They’re gone! My boobs!

They’re gone! First I grow a penis, and now my boobs are goONe!

And my voice too! What’s going on! What am I going to do?"

"Kim."

"I can’t go to class like this! I can’t go anywhere! My God! What’s Dan going to say? What if this is permanent? What am I going to do?"

"Kim! Calm down. You’re panicking."

"What am I going to-" I was suddenly interrupted when Jen slapped me across the face. I shut up instantly and looked at her, horrified.

"Oh God, Kim. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you were starting to yell, and someone was sure to hear you."

She was right. I was getting too loud, but it was easy for her to tell me to calm down. Even now, calming down hasn’t solved anything. My mind was running in circles. Whatever happened to give me this dick was obviously not finished yet. But how far would it go? What could be causing it?

"That’s ok, Jen. You’re right. But what am I going to do now? My breasts are gone, and now that I listen to it, my voice is already starting to get deeper, like a guy’s voice. How can I even leave the room?"

"Well, the way I figure it, we’ve got to tell somebody.

Should we go back to the hospital?"

"Oh God. I don’t want to go back there, but what else is there to do?"

Jen started to say something but then stopped. She looked sheepish. She hopped off the bed and began to get dressed.

"Jen, what is it? Do you have an idea? Tell me!"

"We could always talk to Jana."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Hold on. Hear me out. First of all, Jana is discreet. She would never tell anyone about this. Second, she’s older, and knows more about what might be going on. Third, she, um well- she is a witch you know."

"Jen! You don’t believe in that stuff, do you? Magic?"

"I don’t know. Do you?" She gave a grinning glance at my crotch. I quickly covered myself with the bedspread.

"Point taken. I suppose you’re right. But, I just can’t do it. It’s too embarrassing."

"All right. Then I will." With that, she rushed out the door before I could stop her. I sat back down, frustrated, but I knew she was right. We had to tell someone. I don’t know if I can live like this. Although I must admit, as annoying and scary as this thing between my legs is, it did feel pretty good last night.

I looked down at it for the millionth time since yesterday. With my breasts gone, I could see it even better than before. I reached down and gently parted my pubic hair. The hair reached farther up my tummy than it had before, and I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like it was a little coarser than before. My dark little bush now had a tree growing out of it. I carefully pulled the hair away and looked at the spot where it met my body.

Somehow, despite what my eyes, (and hands,) were telling me, I still couldn’t believe it. All my life I had had an opening down there, just like my mouth or my butt, tucked away where I could hardly see it. Now I have this thing sticking out! My brain just couldn’t reconcile it as part of my body. It was as if someone had come along that night and just stuck it there with glue or something, but the feelings it had given me last night pretty much invalidated that theory.

It was farther forward than I had thought it would be. I knew from my high school boyfriend that it wasn’t directly between the legs like my vagina was. Good thing too, if that’s where they were, guys wouldn’t be able to walk around at all. I mean, God! This thing is bad enough where it is. The way it shifts around when I walk, the way it seems to get an itch every five minutes, not to mention the way it gets hard all by itself. No wonder guys are always thinking about sex. These dicks are always there. I mean, half the time I would totally ignore my pussy, but this thing! It just demands attention all the time down there. Even sitting there on the bed, I could feel my balls resting on my legs.

And speaking of sex! Everything I had felt before in my

whole body was now concentrated in this big seven-inch spike in

my crotch. Usually, caressing my boobs is half the fun of sex,

but last night I hadn’t been aware of anything but my huge cock

pounding into-

Jen! I had totally forgotten about her! She and Jana would be back any second now. In lieu of getting totally dressed, I decided to just put on my robe. I pulled it out of my closet and covered myself. Tying the belt around my waist, I sat back on my bed.

I wondered how Jen was feeling about all this. She seemed to be handling everything remarkably well considering the circumstances. She had been a virgin, for crying out loud! I felt a little jolt of pride at that last thought. My brain kept trying to tell me I should feel terrible about it, but I just didn’t. It felt good. Now that I think about it, it had all happened so easily, too easily.

Jen was a virgin, but she had a steady boyfriend all through high school, and had dated a fair amount here at college. That meant she had self-control. Whether it was a good one or not, I had an excuse for acting strangely. Why had Jen slept with me so easily? Was she gay? No, I dismissed that thought immediately, we had had too many late-night butt discussions for that. Bi? Maybe, but we knew each other pretty well, why wouldn’t she have told me?

That must be it. I couldn’t think of anything else that made sense. But why hadn’t she told me? The topic had even come up and neither of us had expressed any interest. That last thought brought me up short. I hadn’t shown any interest either, but I was more than willing last night. Had this thing made me attracted to girls now? If so, what other mental changes had I gone through? Would I even be able to tell? Would I start being interested in sports now? Or those stupid action movies that Dan likes so much?

Now that was a thought. What did I feel about Dan now? After our last fight, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, but now I had gone almost a day and a half with barely a passing thought of him. I tried to imagine us at the movies. I lean my head on his shoulder; he puts his arm around me.

Hmm, I can’t do it. I remember it happening, but it feels more like a story I heard about someone else, not like it really happened to me. There had been more mental changes than I had thought! I thought again about Jen, and I couldn’t help but flash on her breasts, heaving as she rubbed herself. I suddenly noticed that my new friend down there was starting up again.

I couldn’t believe how much trouble these things were. How can guys have this little extra limb down there, and yet have no control of it? I was so used to being aroused when I wanted to be aroused, and now it’s totally involuntary. I looked down and couldn’t quite decide whether I liked this erection or not. The material of my bathrobe kind of tickled. It was certainly uncomfortable, but it felt kind of good too.

I gripped it and moved it around a little. Boy, not much freedom of movement down there. It bends a little, but the contact with my hands just makes it surge straighter again. When I pulled it to the side and let go, it bounced around a bit. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. I felt my testicles bouncing as well and realized that I had been neglecting them.

That funny little sack that had replaced my labia seemed tighter now than it had before. It didn’t flop around quite so much. I felt my balls, and I was somewhat surprised to discover that they really weren’t spherical at all; it was more like an egg shape. I squeezed one gently between two fingers. They seemed a little sensitive, but not too bad. Did it really hurt that much to be kicked there? I had seen big, tough guys reduced to sniveling babies by even the softest impact down there. Was it really that painful, or is it just some pycho-macho-logical need to protect their ‘manly bits?’ Either way, I decided that I did not want to find out.

I followed the skin of my scrotum back up to the shaft. How strange to feel skin sliding back and forth like that. I mean, it’s one thing to have loose skin, but the outer skin doesn’t seem to be attached anywhere but the end, just below the head. It slides back and forth, and side to side, caressing that inner spike in there. Ooh boy, I’d better cut this out; all I’m doing is making it harder. And the head! It feels a lot like my clitoris used to, but a little duller.

Hunh. I just realized that I’m circumcised. Most of the penises I’ve seen have been cut, so I didn’t even think about it at first. Jeez, this just keeps getting weirder. On top of growing a penis in the first place, how could I grow one that has had a surgical procedure done on it? If I’m just going to grow a cock out of the blue like this, then it seems like I’d get the factory standard.

At that moment, I heard a soft knock at the door and I froze. The door opened a crack.

"Kim? I brought Jana. Can we come in?"

"Um, just a second." My voice seemed even deeper this time, it didn’t even sound like me at all, but I had more pressing matters at hand, namely this thing sticking straight up out of my lap. I remember laughing at boys in this situation, blocking it with books or whatever, but it didn’t seem so funny at the moment. I pushed at it a little, hoping to get it down, but it wasn’t listening. Finally, I had nothing to do but pull my knees up to my chest. It put an unpleasant pressure on my testicles, and I felt the shaft poking into my stomach, but there wasn’t time for anything else. "Ok. You can come in now."

The door swung in quickly as Jana pushed her way in. She rushed towards me as Jen close the door behind her.

"Kim! My Goddess! What happened to your voice! Jen told me that you’d changed, but she wouldn’t say how. What else is different? You’ve got to tell me everything. Be as specific as you can."

My mouth gaped open. Jana seemed too insistent. Something weird was going on here. Jen walked up behind her, and looked at me with a concerned expression.

"Come on, Kim. You’ve got to show her."

"Uh, Jen, I don’t know about this."

I looked back and forth between them and then down at my robed body. I looked back at Jana who was staring at me a little strangely. Well, what have I got to lose? I pulled off my robe and stood up. Jana’s eyes widened and she gasped loudly. She looked me up and down with a panicked expression.

"Oh no! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Oh, I am so screwed!" She dropped onto Jen’s bed and put her face in her hands. "I checked everything! What did I do wrong? Oh Goddess, Kim. I’m so sorry!"

Jen and I stared at each other, shocked. I looked back at Jana, who was sniffling and her considerable eye make-up was starting to streak down her face.

"Jana," I asked, my voice shaking, "what are you talking about?"

She looked up at me. "My undergrad thesis, that’s what I’m talking about, and it’s ruined." She sniffled a bit more, then looked up at me in horror. "Oh dear. I almost forgot about Dan."

"What about Dan?" Damn it, I couldn’t get used to this new voice of mine. It sounded completely like a guy’s now. Jana stood up and looked at me, a new determination on her face.

"Kim, get dressed. You’ve got to come with me." I started to protest that I couldn’t leave the room, but Jana’s expression convinced me that it was necessary. I once again put on my sweat pants and pulled on a T-shirt. It felt loose, but then I remembered why.

"What do I do about this?" I gestured to my newly flat chest. It was funny about that, I had hardly noticed that they were gone. I ran my hands over my new smooth chest and it was almost surreal. I felt like I had lost weight.

Jana and Jen looked at each other and giggled a little.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You were an early bloomer, weren’t you, Kim?" Jana asked through a slight grin.

"Huh?"

Jen handed me a bra and a box of tissues.

* * * *

As I followed Jana up the stairs to Dan’s room, I wished I had put on some underwear under my sweat pants. I had just been in too much of a hurry, I guess. But now I felt my dick swinging around as I walked. My balls bounced as I hopped up each stair, and I felt them bumping my legs as I walked. Jeez, it’s just constant with this thing.

I felt a small pang of regret when I realized what wasn’t bouncing. The padding had filled out my T-shirt so that my chest wasn’t so obviously smaller, and the familiar feeling of the bra straps was somewhat reassuring. But I couldn’t feel them, and I didn’t know what to think about that.

We finally reached Dan’s door, and all of a sudden I started to panic. What was I doing here? I couldn’t let Dan see me like this! I started to bolt, but Jana grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes.

"Kim, relax. It’ll be ok."

Jana’s confidence calmed me down a little, and I stood there, grinning nervously. Jana turned and knocked gently on the door.

"Andy? Is that you?" A strange, sort-of reedy, nasal voice called out from behind the door. That couldn’t be Dan, could it?

"No, Dan. It’s Jana from downstairs. I need to talk to you.

Can I come in?"

"No! I mean, um, could you come back later?" The voice seemed even higher this time, and a little softer.

"Dan, this is very important. I need to talk to you immediately, and I’ve got a nasty hunch that we have something rather important to talk about."

The voice on the other side of the door paused for a moment, and then I heard whoever it was clear their throat a few times.

"Um, just a second. Hold on. I, uh, can’t talk much, I’ve got laryngitis."

‘Ah, that explains it, Dan has laryngitis,’ I thought. I wanted to think that, I really did, but as time went on, I became more and more uncertain. Shortly, the door’s deadbolt turned, and the door opened slowly. We all walked in and quickly closed the door behind us. For some reason, Dan was wearing shorts and his heavy winter coat, which he had zipped up all the way. He made a strange-sounding gasp when he saw me.

Jana took one look at him and winced. "Um, Dan? Has anything weird happened in the last couple of days?"

Dan’s eyes widened briefly, but then he looked at Jen and me. He looked back at Jana and quickly shook his head with his lips pursed shut. Jana sighed, and then stared into Dan’s eyes.

"Dan. Take off the coat." He did so quickly, and underneath I saw a white T-shirt pushed out by two large breasts.

"Holy Shit!" I shouted, then quickly covered my mouth as I remembered my new deep voice. Dan looked at me in horror, and I stared back. Jen shook her head and turned to the strange black-clad woman in the middle of the room.

"Um, Jana? Anything you want to tell us?"

"You don’t understand! I can be expelled for this! Goddess knows I was pushing it with this experiment, but now everything is ruined!"

"What are you talking about, Jana?"

"You don’t understand. I can’t tell you, it’s against the rules. I’ve already broken enough rules for this project and now it’s all for nothing."

I was getting fed up with this.

"Jana! If you know what’s going on, you had better tell us right this minute! So enough of this ‘It’s ruined, it’s ruined,’ self-pity crap! Out with it!"

Everyone was staring at me, and it took me a minute to realize why. I couldn’t believe that outburst had really come out of me! I guess it’s true what they say about testosterone, but that was scary! I was going to have to watch myself a little more carefully in the future; it looks the inches I’ve gained down there were taken off my fuse. My new voice sounded really menacing too. From the shocked expression on Jana’s face though, it had done the trick.

"Ok, ok. You’re right." She sniffled a bit. "I guess I owe you an explanation, but you have to understand that I’m in big trouble, and what I’m about to tell you is only going to make it worse." She stopped and looked at us, but no one said anything.

"I guess I better start simple. I’m here at the University studying magic. My major is witchcraft."

"I knew it!" Jen shouted out happily. She glanced at me and stuck her tongue out. "What did I tell you?" Even though I was a little irritated by her attitude, I couldn’t help grinning.

"You mean, you’re taking classes on how to become a witch?" Dan was looking at her with an odd expression. "Does that mean, you. You did this?" If I hadn’t been so angry, I’m sure I would have laughed at Dan’s voice. He sounded like such a bimbo. Jana looked at the floor.

"Yes, I did." She suddenly looked up. "But not on purpose! You have to understand that! It wasn’t supposed to do this at all. It was just a modified love potion!"

"Love potion?" I was having a hard time absorbing all of this. "You make love potions?"

"Okay, I’m almost finished with my degree, and all I have left is my senior thesis. I decided to try modifying a love potion so that, instead of making the recipients fall blindly in love, they each become what the other truly wants. Most of the thesis was just to observe the results; the spell wasn’t really all that complex. But these aren’t the results I expected at all!" A thought seemed to occur to her, and she looked back and forth between Dan and I. "You weren’t both gay, were you?"

"NO!"

"NO!"

"Oh well, it’s never the most obvious thing anyway. Hmm."

"At least." Dan looked sheepish.

"What is it, Dan? The more you can tell me, the better." Jana looked genuinely concerned. That made me feel a little better.

"I wasn’t gay before, but. well.I think.."

"You like guys now." Jana offered.

Dan winced. I couldn’t believe it. My boyfriend was gay? Then I caught myself, that was hardly the weirdest thing I had heard in the last forty-eight hours. Besides, from the look of those boobs, I’m not sure ‘boy’-friend even applies anymore. Had he changed in the same ways I had? It helped a little to know I wasn’t in this alone. Jana turned her gaze to me.

"What about you, Kim? Has your orientation changed?" I wasn’t sure what to say; I didn’t want to embarrass Jen. I looked over at her, hoping to find out what she thought.

"Oh my God!" Jana shouted. "You two didn’t., did you?"

Oh well.

"We couldn’t seem to help ourselves! Every time she got close to me." I had to cut that thought off as I felt a twitch down below. Even now, in lounging shirt and some baggy jeans, she still looked hot.

"That’s interesting, I wonder if somehow Jen activated the spell instead of Dan." Jana lit up with enthusiasm. "That must mean that Andy activated the spell instead of Kim. Could it be the proximity indicator? I wonder if the target parameter somehow got reassigned. Maybe it’s as simple as a syntax error. Hmm, I’ll have to check the code to be sure, but I’ll bet that’s what happened."

Dan waved a hand in the air. "Okay, I surrender. What does that mean?"

"Umm, I think you are turning into Andy’s ideal lover, and Kim, you are turning into Jen’s."

"Cool!" Jen chirped. I glared at her. "Sorry Kim, but you’ve got to admit, this is really neat." I rolled my eyes.

"So fix it, already!" I glared at Jana and her enthusiasm faltered.

"I’m not sure I can. Reversing a potion is really difficult under the best of circumstances, while the changes are still in progress it’s nearly impossible. Besides, I’m not even totally sure what has happened yet."

"WHAT!"

"Don’t panic! I don’t think I can do it, but if I take the code to my supervising professor, I’m sure he can do something."

Dan and I sighed in relief, but Jen looked a little disappointed.

"What’s going to happen to your thesis?"

Jana looked thoughtful, and a little sad, but she seemed more resigned to it now. "Well, if the professor reverses my potion, the experiment is pretty much over. I’ll have to whip up something else in the next couple months before the end of the semester. It’s not much time for it, but I don’t really have much choice."

She looked so upset that I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her, but she wasn’t forgiven just yet. "So why Dan and me? Why did you choose us?"

"I didn’t until just two days ago. I had made up the general spell and then waited until I saw a couple in trouble. When you and Dan had that fight a few nights ago, I finalized the spell, and spiked your dinner."

"What gives you the right?" Dan looked indignant, and a little hurt. "I know Kim and I had our problems, but that’s our business. What gives you the right to just experiment on people like that?"

Jana straightened up at that. "Now wait just a minute! I know I messed it up, but I had your best interests in mind. All my spell was intended to do was help patch up a rocky relationship. I was prepared to give you a soul mate, at least for the rest of the semester, then you would have gradually mutually shifted back to the way you were about finals time, and then you would both go back home totally normal. This was a purely helpful spell, and it would have caused nothing but happy feelings in you."

Her expression softened a bit. "Look, I’m really sorry that everything went wrong, but I was trying for a spell that would practically guarantee happiness, and if you don’t want that, then frankly, I feel sorry for you." She paused to let it all sink in. "Besides, you all signed a waiver when you registered."

"Now wait just a minute, I didn’t see any ‘magic clause’ in my registration." Dan looked like he’d won something. "In fact, I’ve got my student agreement form right here in my desk." He stood up quickly and his breasts bounced heavily. He looked surprised for a moment but then he set his jaw and proceeded to his desk. He pulled a manila folder out of a drawer and presented it to Jana. "So show me where I waived my right to no magic spells."

She opened the folder quickly and flipped a few pages. "Aha! Right here, section four, letter a, point seven, and I quote: ‘The student agrees to participate, with or without knowledge, in any magical experiments so approved by a resident professor of sorcery.’"

"Let me see that!" Dan grabbed the folder back and peered at it intensely. Then he sat down against the foot of his bed. Jana looked back at Jen and I with a wry grin.

"Nobody ever reads that thing."

Chapter 4: Andy

I was having sex, but I couldn’t really get into it.

Don’t take that the wrong way, I could get into her, I’ve never had a problem there, but for some reason I just couldn’t relax and enjoy it.

Humph. I say ‘for some reason’ here like I don’t really know what the reason is. The truth is, I just can’t believe the real reason. I slept with my roommate this morning! I know he had somehow grown a pussy instead of his dick, but still! I mean, he’s still a guy, isn’t he? Was I turning gay? I had run out of there as fast as I could.

The problem was that I felt terrible. Not about sleeping with him, but for lying to him about my exam! Since when did I feel bad about lying to women? It’s not like I’m hurting him with the lie; he’d just be angry if I had told the truth. But I still felt guilty as all hell.

And now I was fucking this little sorority chick and it was only making the guilt worse! It’s not like I was cheating on Dan, for Pete’s sake! So why do I feel so bad? I finally stop humping and pull out of her. I sit back against the wall for a moment and start to get dressed.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at me like I had just sprouted horns or something. "Where do you think you’re going?"

I looked down at her and suddenly I was filled with disgust. She was just a little slut. She probably did this five nights a week with a different guy every time. I doubt there was a skirt in her whole collection that went more than halfway down her thighs. I wondered to myself if she cared about anything besides sex. I just shook my head at her and continued dressing. I think she was mad.

"Oh yeah? Well fuck you! You think you’re some fucking stallion? You get your kicks out of getting me all hot and then just dropping me? What the hell is your problem? Get the hell out of my room, you asshole!" With that she threw a book at me.

By that time, I had finished dressing, so I ducked the book and left. I hurried out of the sorority house, carefully avoiding the snoozing housemother, but not thinking of much of anything. I had no idea what to do or where to go. It was the middle of the night and I sure as hell couldn’t go home. How could I face Dan after what I had just done to him?

There I go again! Why do I feel such a bond or obligation to him? I felt like I was losing my mind! I had never had a gay thought in my life, much less about Dan! Up until this morning anyway.

I tried to tell myself that it was just the pussy. I saw a pussy and I thought "girl," so I fucked it. But I just couldn’t convince myself that that was what happened. It wasn’t just the pussy; it was Dan with a pussy that made it so exciting. Even with that slut back there, the only time I got any pleasure at all was when I imagined it was Dan inside.

Why was I suddenly in love with Dan?

I stopped short. That was it. Somehow, I was suddenly in love with him. Had it only been since this morning? I couldn’t tell. I tried to think how I had felt about him before, and I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t think about it clearly.

How could I be in love with him? I’m not gay! I’m not! So why then? I couldn’t think straight.

So I went and got drunk.

* * * *

The sun was in my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled over. Suddenly I was falling. I hit with a thud and looked up. There was gum stuck to the bottom of the bench. I looked around, but my line of vision seemed out of synch with my head. Ugh. I tried to think what had happened last night, and then I tried not to think about it. I got to my feet slowly and groaned as my head swirled. Sitting down again helped the dizziness, but not the situation.

Shit. What could I do now? I needed coffee and a shower and a change of clothes. The shower I could get at the recreation center, the coffee I could get just about anywhere, but I didn’t have near enough cash on me to get any clothes. I didn’t have much choice; I had to go back to the room. As soon as I realized the necessity, I cheered up a little. I realized that I wanted to go back; so I headed toward the dorms. Now that I was letting myself think about Dan, I remembered that his sudden change wasn’t something that normally happened. All of this time, it had seemed so, well, natural that I almost forgot it was unusual.

What could have caused this? This sort of thing simply didn’t happen! Had he been abducted and given a sex change overnight? Even if his entire DNA sequence had somehow been rewritten completely, he wouldn’t just suddenly have a pussy. It would take a while to change. Even then, why had only his dick changed? I simply didn’t have enough information.

I wondered how Dan was feeling about all this. He had seemed pretty upset when I left. Upset? Shit! I would be fucking suicidal if it had been my dick that had disappeared. And on top of that, we had slept together! Jesus, I’m such an idiot. Why did I run out like that? I was so panicked about what we had done that I totally forgot that it was Dan that really had the problem. I only hoped that he would forgive me. Forgive me? There I go again, what is going on with me?

I slowly climbed the stairs to our room and paused at the door. Well, here goes nothing, I thought. I knocked gently on the door. Suddenly I heard several cries from the other side of the door. There was someone else in there! I quickly opened the door and rushed in. For some crazy reason, Dan’s girlfriend Kim and her roommate were there, and so was that creepy RA from downstairs, but I didn’t see Dan. They all looked at me and sighed in unison.

"Andy, thank God it’s you. Quickly, close the door." Jana ran over to me and glared at me. I closed the door. I glanced around the room again.

"Where’s Dan? What’s going on here?" I asked. I sounded a little angrier than I meant to, but I couldn’t help it. I was worried about him.

"I’m here, Andy." That voice! I looked over in that direction and saw Dan’s head peeking up from behind the foot of the bed.

"Oh shit. Don’t tell me your voice changed too!"

"Uh-huh." He grinned nervously. "Weird, huh?"

Oh God! He sounded just like a girl. His voice was all soft and even a little sexy. I clapped a hand over my face and leaned against the wall.

"Um- Andy?"

"Yeah?" I couldn’t bear to look.

"That’s not all that changed."

I couldn’t look. I just couldn’t, but I did anyway. I just stood there and gaped. My roommate had the most perfect pair of boobs I had ever seen. They were probably about a C cup, just bigger than a handful; with big round nipples poking through the thin T-shirt he was wearing. I don’t know how long I stood there staring, but before too long, Dan blushed and crossed his arms across them. I hoped my semi-hard dick wasn’t visible.

"I’ve changed too, Andy." It was a guy’s voice, and I looked around for him, but my quick inspection revealed no other guys in the room. I frowned a little until Kim stepped forward.

"It was me, Andy."

This was simply too much. I sat back down on the bed, stunned. I just sat there shaking my head for a minute. Finally, I looked up.

"Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?"

They told me.

"Bullshit." I said.

"No it’s not." They said.

"Prove it." I said.

Jana stood up and looked at me resolutely. "All right, I will."

* * * *

I still felt two or three steps behind, both figuratively and literally, as we walked to wherever Jana was leading us. I still felt too hung over to take any of this too seriously. I was mostly just trying to keep from falling over as we double-timed it across campus.

Dan looked silly in his heavy winter coat, but I guess I can understand why he thought it was necessary. The animal part of my brain thought it was a real shame that those beauties had to be covered up. I reminded it that they were probably getting nice and sweaty in there, and it grunted in appreciation.

Kim wasn’t quite so talkative now that we were in public, but Jen was positively bubbling. She was hovering around Jana like a puppy dog.

"Oh Jana, this is so cool! So where are we going? I can’t believe there’s really a magic major here on campus! I feel like I’m a character in some story."

"Well, the sorcery department is fairly spread out, but the department office and my professor’s lab are in the engineering center."

"The engineering center?"

"Well, yes. Believe it or not, magic involves a lot of math. Fortunately, all the advances in computer technology in the last few decades have really come a long way in making magic more accessible. Before, magic users were incredibly rare because they needed not only the aptitude for magic, but also an instinctual grasp of the math involved."

"You use computers for casting spells?"

"Well, sort of. We mostly just use it to simplify the equations. Kind of like a calculator. You still have to know how to do it by hand in order to understand the process, but it speeds everything up."

By this time, we had arrived at the engineering center. I had never cared for the building; everything looks exactly the same inside. You can walk down identical hallways for twenty minutes, go up three flights of stairs, and cross a courtyard, only to discover that you’re right back where you started: almost as if time and space worked differently inside that building.

"Time and space work differently inside this building," Jana said, "so it’s impossible for anyone to stumble on the offices by accident. Kind of an architectural combination lock."

She wasn’t kidding; there is no way I could have retraced my steps to those offices. We made so many turns and took so many stairs up and down all over the place that I was completely turned around. Suddenly, Jana stopped in front of a door exactly identical to all the others. I couldn’t even see a number on it. She stepped through, and we followed.

Okay, um, wow. The room inside was one-third medieval dungeon, one-third Frankenstein’s lab, and one-third accountant’s office. Right up front, next to a stone arch that looked like Dante’s portal to hell, was a boring little wooden desk. There was a small desk lamp on it to make up for the dimness of the blazing torches on the wall. There was also one of those executive swinging ball stress toys and a bowl of M&M’s sitting next to a skull with a melted candle on it.

The little man behind the desk looked like Albert Einstein had married Janet Reno and they had abandoned the baby because it was too weird looking. It was impossible to determine his age, but it could have been anywhere between twenty-five and sixty. He was wearing a hooded cloak and a tie. He looked up when we walked in.

"Professor Donovan? I’ve got kind of a problem here with my thesis." Jana’s earlier enthusiasm had faded again, and she sounded embarrassed.

"Oh? What’s wrong? Did the casting go according to plan?"

"Well, the casting seemed to go fine, but the results are totally unexpected. Use your sight."

Donovan squinted at us for a little bit, then fumbled in his robe. He pulled out some thin wire-frame glasses and perched them on the end of his nose. He looked back at us, and his eyes widened. He seemed to be trying to decide whether to look shocked or amused.

"My goodness! I didn’t give approval for that, Jana. What is going on?"

"I’m not sure, I think that something must have gone wrong when I modified the general potion program to the specific couple."

"Was the modification done pre-compiling, or afterwards?"

"I did everything pre-compiling except to fill in the target names. I just added those during the casting."

"Hmm, that’s always a little tricky. Did you use the identity specification, or proximity?"

I felt like I was watching a tennis match as I looked back and forth between them. Frankly it was making me dizzy.

"All right, that’s enough." They both stopped and stared at me. "Look, I’m still not totally clear what’s going on here, but I do know that I’m tired and hungry and my head hurts, so if you two are going to do something, then do it and let’s get out of here."

"Andy!" Dan looked a little upset. I suppose I was a little out of line.

"No, no he’s right." Jana spoke up. "Come on, Professor. We have to figure out what went wrong, so you can undo this."

"But Jana, your thesis. What will you do about that? I was so looking forward to your insights on this."

"We can discuss that later. Right now, let’s fix this."

"All right then." Donovan turned back to us. "We’re going to go in the back and check out the code. Hopefully, we can nail down the problem pretty quickly. Have a seat, and help yourself to some M&M’s."

"Professor Donovan!" Jana looked horrified. The professor looked confused for a moment, until Jana gestured violently towards the candy bowl.

"Oh! I almost forgot." He hastily looked back to us. "Don’t eat the red ones." With that, they disappeared into the back room.

* * * *

I decided to forego the M&M’s altogether, so I was getting pretty hungry by the time they finally came back. I suppose they were really only gone for about fifteen minutes, but we all still felt pretty uncomfortable, and conversation was kept to a minimum. I got the feeling that everybody had a lot to say, just not in front of everybody else. We sat in awkward silence until Jana and Professor Donovan emerged from the huge stone doorway.

"Well kids, it looks like we found the problem." Donovan looked exited, but also a little concerned. Jana looked like someone about to ask for a huge favor.

"What was it?" Kim winced a little at how deep her voice sounded. Frankly, so did I.

Jana stepped forward, smiling weakly. "Well, it’s complicated, but the simple explanation is that the spell was supposed to target the person that you were closest to, emotionally, that is."

"Let me guess," Jen hopped up like the teachers pet, "Instead, it targeted the person that they were closest to in physical space. In this case, Andy and I. Right?"

Donovan looked impressed. "Yes, that’s right. Her proximity specification was set on the wrong plane. A relatively simple mistake, really. The only problem was that, since the potion would still function in that form, the spell checker didn’t catch it." He turned to Jana. "Now you know why I tell you students not to become reliant on those things."

Spell checker? I decided to let that one slide.

"So basically there are two options:" Jana started again, "Professor Donovan could return you to normal as soon as the changes are completed, which I estimate to take about two days, or." She kind of trailed off.

"Or what?" Kim sounded angry "Or? What ‘or’ is there about it? Turn us back!"

"Yeah!" Dan tried to look angry, but it came off as an adorable pout. Don’t tell him I said that. "Turn us back."

I knew how they felt, really I did, but I still didn’t want them to turn back. Somehow, I had fallen in love with Dan, ex-guy or not, and I think that Dan had some of the same feelings. And now I was about to lose him, uh, her, um. damn this is confusing!

"Hear me out." Jana switched into car salesman mode. "I know that you are very anxious to change back, but let me tell you, I think you’d be missing out on a heck of an opportunity. Your other choice is to let me finish my thesis. Stay this way until the spell runs its course and change back at the end of the semester. This could be a very interesting paper; you would be helping advance the current magic research, you would be bringing a valuable research project to your university, and you would be doing me a huge favor." She grinned feebly.

"So what’s in it for us?" It didn’t matter who said it. We were all thinking it.

"You would all be well compensated, of course." Donovan added.

Now we’re talking.

"I think that we could easily provide compensation for your tuition and living expenses for all four of you, plus a healthy stipend. In addition, we could give you a learning and memory booster to help you with your classes."

"Wouldn’t that be cheating?" Of the few things I do take seriously, grades are near the top of the list, so I spoke up at that.

"Oh no!" The professor looked appalled. "We wouldn’t be supplying you with the answers or doing your work for you, we would simply increase your ability to retain and apply what you learn in class."

Jen looked positively intrigued. "How can you afford to just give us money like that?"

Donovan chuckled. "Trust me, money is not an issue."

We all looked at each other, a little unsure. Jana stepped forward again.

"Well, we can’t do anything for two more days anyway, so can you at least think about it? You’d be doing me a huge favor."

Dan and Kim looked at each other, then back at Jen and I, then finally to Jana and Donovan.

"We’ll think about it." Dan said softly. (Damn, his voice is sexy!) Kim nodded.

Jana sighed in relief. "Thank you. Thank you. So, for the next two days, you two had better switch rooms. They aren’t co-ed rooms, you know. Besides, if I’m right about this potion, you won’t be able to get anything done if you stay where you are."

Kim eyed me a little warily. I felt the same way. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Dan’s ex-girlfriend moving into my room, even if she was turning into a guy, especially if she was turning into a guy! Besides, she still looks like a girl, what are people going to say? Now that’s something that needs an answer.

"Wait a minute. They still look pretty much the way they did before. Won’t that raise a few eyebrows?"

Donovan grinned at me with a bemused expression. "They won’t look that way for long. Besides that, the reality base of the campus is already so low, I doubt anyone will even notice. They will just accept Dan and Kim as the people that they appear to be; even those who knew them before. The only reason you can tell something is unusual is because you are the target of the spell."

"The reality base?"

"Ever notice how college life seems cut-off from the outside world, as if it’s a separate dimension?" We all nodded. "Well that’s because the magic department at each university maintains a lower than normal reality structure on campus. It makes spells easier to learn for the students, it makes small mistakes less obtrusive and it prevents large mistakes from affecting the rest of the world. Kind of like using a negative pressure gradient in a quarantined environment."

That was a little more information than I was expecting, and it took me a moment to digest it. By that time though, Donovan had finished with us.

"You four better head on back and start moving your rooms. Jana and I have a few more bugs to work out of this code here, and I’ve got to get to some other projects as well. Don’t worry about the hallways, it’s much easier to get out than it is to get in." He gave us a brief nod and then led Jana into the back room again.

I think we were all in a bit of shock. In stunned silence, we filed out of the room. I was the last one out, but just as I was leaving, I overheard Jana and the Professor talking, and I slipped back into the main office to listen.

"I can’t help it, Professor Donovan! I feel like we’re manipulating them."

"Jana, manipulating people is one of the most important tools a sorcerer has, you know that! Besides, you used quite a bit of persuasive staring to get them here, didn’t you?"

"That’s different. You could have turned them back immediately. I want to finish the thesis, but deliberately waiting so that the spell will change their minds is dishonest."

"Don’t think of it like that. The spell’s mental changes aren’t quite that pervasive. Their reaction now is still due to shock, given a few more days to adjust, that adjustment assisted by the spell, they will realize what a good deal they’re getting. It’s really the best thing for them, believe me!"

"Okay, but I still don’t feel right about it."

"Frankly Jana, I am beginning to think that you may be in

over your head here. I know you feel like you know everything,

but you simply don’t have the experience that I have. I think

that, for the time being, I should take a more active role-"

"Professor Donovan! This is my spell! I know exactly what’s going on."

"Jana, I don’t think you quite realize what you’re dealing

with. You"

"I’m not letting you take over my project! That’s final!"

"Jana, this spell is dealing with powers far stronger than you realize. You are playing with fire here. I cannot in good conscience allow you to botch this experiment!"

I’d heard enough, and I quietly shut the door behind me. Suddenly I was torn. I knew I should tell Dan and Kim what I’d heard, but I didn’t want to lose what this spell had given me. I’ve never been in love before. Sure, I’ve dated, but it never really meant that much to me emotionally. Now, even though it was the single weirdest thing I’d ever heard of, I was in love.

I’ve fucked, I’ve humped, I’ve screwed, I’ve had sex, but until yesterday, I had never made love, and I was not going to give that up. So I kept my mouth shut and hurried to catch up.

Chapter 5: Jen

"That’s the last of the boxes you laid out. You have a lot of books; don’t you ever sell them back after you finish the class? Did you need anything else?"

Dan was sitting on the bed, and looked around slowly. "No, I don’t think so. I’ve got my books, my computer, and some basic clothes, sweats mostly. You don’t think I should bring more clothes?"

"What good would it do, Dan? Who knows what size you’ll be in the morning? Most of your shirts are already out because of your boobs, which are, I must say, absolutely exquisite. That spell is really something, isn’t it?" Dan didn’t move, so I got to work putting his books on the shelf.

"I really can’t believe all this, can you?" I carefully lined up his books as I spoke. "I mean, MAGIC! It’s unbelievable. I’ve always wished to myself that magic were real. I read lots of fantasy in high school, and I used to imagine myself as a sorceress. I know it’s silly, but it’s just a dream, you know? But now! It’s all real! I really meant to ask Jana how you get into the magic department, but I just totally forgot. I always thought Kinesiology was interesting, but that’s nothing compared to this! Do you think you can just change your major to magic, just like it was business or something? This is all so amazing I can’t believe we’ve never heard of it before. You’d think this sort of thing would happen all the time, wouldn’t you? And Kim! I don’t know what it is about her now."

I stopped and sighed. Clutching Dan’s Calculus book to my chest, I felt like I was a high school freshman again. "It’s the spell, I guess, but I just can’t keep her out of my mind. Even when I’m thinking about something else, I feel just a little bit happier all the time, just knowing that she’s out there somewhere. Last night was one of the most magical experiences I’ve ever had! Ah! That was an ironic choice of words, wasn’t it? Of course it was magical! I’ve never felt so connected to someone. It’s like just being with Kim relieves some massive weight that I never even realized was there. But just the same, I’ve never felt this way before, do you know what I mean? Wait, what am I talking about, of course you do! I’ll bet Andy is doing some of the same things to you." I resumed my book stacking. "You know, I really get a kick out of this. It’s so cool the way you two are changing! I wish you’d stay like this for the semester. Who cares about the money? I’d do it just for the entertainment value."

I heard a strange gulping sound from Dan, and I turned.

"Dan, did you say some-" What I saw brought me up short.

Dan was crying.

My heart sank like a stone.

When he saw me looking, he turned quickly and faced the corner. He was really trying to stop, but his shoulders were still shaking all the same.

"Oh God, Dan, I’m so sorry. Here I am babbling away like a little kid, and I totally forget about you. Dan, I’m sorry!"

I put my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. He pushed me away halfheartedly, but I stayed anyway and he gave up quickly. I sat there shocked at how insensitive I had been. Then a horrible thought occurred to me: Had I done the same thing to Kim? The very thought of hurting her like this sent a chill through me, but then I shook my head and my thoughts returned to Dan. It was so confusing! If I closed my eyes, I heard a girl crying in high-pitched sobs, but with them open, I see a big tough guy, albeit one with huge knockers, crying his eyes out.

And it was my fault. At the same time that I was filled with compassion for his problem, I couldn’t help wanting him to stay this way. In a way, that made me feel even worse.

After a while, he turned back to me, and hugged me. I put my arms around him while he cried on my shoulder. I felt my sleeve grow damp with tears as ragged sobs shook his shoulders. Slowly, but surely, his cries tapered off until he stopped altogether. He continued to hold me though his eyes shut tight. He sniffled a little. I held him a little farther away so that I could see his face.

"You know, I’ve been soaking up an awful lot of tears lately. I don’t think all that salt water is good for my skin." He giggled a bit at that, and I began to feel better. He sat up and wiped his eyes.

"Thank you, Jen. I’m sorry about that, I’m so embarrassed,

I can’t believe-"

"Now stop right there! Don’t you dare be embarrassed for that! You have every right to cry your heart out, and frankly, I think it did you a lot of good." He sat there gaping at me.

"Believe me, crying is just the thing sometimes. Besides, you’re going through a lot. I’m sure suddenly changing into a woman is really scary, for a guy I mean."

"Well, yeah it is, but that’s not all of it. The problem is that I’m so confused. As scary as this is, as horrified as I am of being, well. . . a girl. No offense, but I liked being a guy. Anyway, as scary as this is, there’s a part of me that wants to stay this way. As a girl, I mean. I think I’m falling in love with Andy as a girl, and last night was the single most incredible experience of my entire life! Do you know what I mean?"

"Dan," I rolled my eyes. "Weren’t you listening to me a few minutes ago? Of course I know what you mean."

"I guess so. I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want; I don’t know what to think. The only thing I do know is that I wish Andy were here. Everything is so confusing now! I just wish that none of this had ever happened!" He looked like he was about to start crying again.

Hmm, this was a toughie.

"Well, Dan, don’t think of this like it’s a life decision. You can change back in two days if you want, so just think of this as ‘Women 101.’ Think of all the inside information on us gals that you will get to learn first hand! With that in your arsenal, the women will be all over you."

"I don’t care about that! All I care about now is Andy! The only thing I can think about is how to be the perfect girl for him! All for him! Being a woman feels more and more right all the time!" His eyes pleaded with me to tell him he was wrong. "But that’s just the spell, isn’t it? I mean, I didn’t love him before. It can only be the spell, right?"

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I mean, he was right. It was the spell, wasn’t it? It couldn’t be real true love if a spell made it happen, could it? My brain kept telling me these things, but my heart wasn’t hearing it. I was in love with Kim. It felt more genuine and real than anything I’ve ever known. Not just sex either. I kept catching myself picturing the two of us cuddling our children, buying a house, taking a retirement trip in our twilight years. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, uh, her. Dan stood up and kept talking, sounding like he was trying to convince himself.

"How dare Jana do this to us? How dare she? I mean, even if everything had worked the way it was supposed to, this spell teases us with a false pretense of true love, only to take it away again at the end of the semester. Besides that, she screwed it up, and now I’m turning into a prissy-bimbo girl, for Christ’s sake!"

Okay, former guy or not, that was a little offensive.

"Now wait just a minute! Dan, your problem is that you see this as a curse, but why? I mean, I don’t think being a girl is bad at all. At its worst, it means that it’ll be harder to pick up chicks! At its best, it’s a tremendous opportunity! How many people get to see what it’s like on the other side? As far as Andy is concerned, I guess I can see some dilemma there. I’m sure, if the spell is affecting him anything like it’s affecting me, then he will want you to stay. I know that I want Kim to stay, and it’s not just the neatness of all this magic. Somehow, by spell or by something else, I think I’m really in love with her, and I feel like it’s only the beginning. I’m sure Andy feels the same about you."

Dan blushed, and looked down at his feet. "I hope so." Then he looked up at me, his eyes wide with desperation. "But I can’t stay like this! I just can’t! I mean. I. I can’t be a girl!"

"Why not?"

Confusion filled Dan’s face. "Don’t you understand? It’s contrary to everything I’ve ever learned in my life. I’ve always been told to be a man. ‘Don’t cry, you’re a big tough guy.’ ‘Tough it out, take it like a man.’ ‘Don’t be such a sissy.’

Until now, that’s what I wanted too."

He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. He started to cross his arms, but it only reminded him of his breasts. "Now, I don’t even know what I want anymore. What would my friends say if they knew I was turning into a girl? That I kind of liked it? What would my dad say? I’m practically disgusted with myself, crying like this. I’m." He trailed off. "I feel like I don’t know anything anymore. Everything is different now. I can’t even think the same. This spell isn’t just changing my body; I think it’s changing my brain too. I’m not sure I’m even the same person anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the person I was two days ago would never have given this a second thought. Money or no money. If I want it now, it’s because something inside me has changed. It’s the same thing as if they had hypnotized me or brainwashed me to do something against my will."

I was beginning to see his point, but I didn’t want to believe it. "Is it really that drastic? Even if you do stay this way, it won’t be permanent, right? You’ll change back when the spell wears off. Even if you become a girl in your mind, you’ll change back to yourself."

"But what if that girl doesn’t want to change back? What if she asks Jana and the Professor to make it permanent? What happens to me?"

I suddenly thought of Kim. If Kim becomes my soulmate, what happens to my roommate? Does she just disappear? What about her family? Would they even miss her, or would the spell take care of that?

I suddenly felt tremendously guilty. How could I do that to Kim and Dan, just to satisfy my own desires? When I think about it, it just doesn’t make sense to be so in love with Kim all of a sudden. We were friends, sure, but that doesn’t translate to instant soul mate, just because she turns into a boy. It had to be the spell.

"Dan." I tried to think of something to say, but I couldn’t.

"Jen. I need you to do something for me." His face was suddenly very solemn. "But I’m sure it will be really hard for you. Can you do it?"

I had a bad feeling about it, but I nodded.

"This spell may be promising us true love, but it can’t deliver. Artificial means can only produce artificial love. As real as it seems, it doesn’t make any logical sense for us to be so deeply in love so quickly. But I’m afraid that in two days I won’t be able to see that."

"What do you want me to do, Dan?"

"I want you to make me change back as soon as possible, no matter what. Dan, the person that I have always been, doesn’t want to be a girl. This new girl that I’m becoming may beg you and plead with you to let her stay, but she isn’t real." I saw desperation in his eyes. "Please don’t let her take my life from me."

What could I say to that?

* * * *

When I woke up the next morning, Dan was already awake, and SHE was standing in front of Kim’s mirror. Over the night, Dan had changed a lot. Her bone structure was all different, about five-foot-six, and her figure was now the shapely feminine ideal. (Great! Now I’m jealous of a GUY’S body! Go figure.) Her facial structure had changed too. She was absolutely stunning. The only masculine traits remaining were some slightly rough-looking skin, a moderate amount of body hair and whiskers, and Dan’s short haircut. I just couldn’t bring myself to call her a ‘he.’

She noticed that I was awake.

"I can’t believe this is me." She continued to stare at herself in the mirror.

"I’ll bet." I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor.

"It’s got to be weird to see someone else’s face in the mirror.

Weirder than waking up with boobs and a vagina?"

She giggled at her reflection.

"You know what I did when I first woke up with these?" She hefted her breasts slightly. "I jumped up and down in front of the mirror, just to watch them bounce. Typical guy, huh?" She smirked at me through the mirror.

I got out of bed and walked over to my closet. "You really lucked out. I think that you can probably wear a lot of my stuff." I took another look at her figure. "You’re a little taller than I am, but I don’t think that will be a problem." I pulled out a pair of my tighter jeans. "Here, try these, they’re a little tight on me, but they should fit you just fine."

Dan took the jeans and looked them over with a curious expression. Then she looked up. "What about underwear?"

My eyes widened a bit. I hadn’t really thought about that. I felt a little weird about sharing my underwear, but I couldn’t just let her go without. "Well, I can give you a pair of panties, I guess, but there is no way you could wear one of my bras. You’re at least a C-cup, my bra would be really tight."

Dan looked wary. "A bra. Yikes. Do I really need one?"

"Well, need is a relative term, but I think that you’d be a lot more comfortable if you strap those things in. Otherwise they’re going to bounce everywhere."

"Yeah? Hmm, maybe I should. Could you go buy one for me?"

I rolled my eyes. "You don’t know anything about bras, do you? If I just go out and pick one at random, you are going to be hideously uncomfortable. Every brand is different; you have to try them on until you find one you like. We have to wear them pretty much all day, you know. How would you like to go all day with straps cutting into your shoulders or an under-wire poking you all the time?"

She winced. "Is it really that bad? What should I do?"

"Better go shave, girlfriend, ‘cause we’re going to the mall!"

* * * *

We stopped by Jana’s room to let her know where we were going, just in case there were any developments, and as it turns out, she had something for us.

"Magic credit cards?"

"Yes, Jen, magic credit cards. Money is not a problem for us, but we’re not crazy. These credit cards will approve any reasonable purchase for something you need, and deny silly things that you don’t need. In other words, yes on bras and clothes for Dan; no on new cars and televisions."

I took the small plastic card from her and looked at it. It had my name pre-printed on it. The card itself was all black other than my name and a small logo shaped like a wizard’s hat in the corner. Dan’s was the same, except it only had her last name on it. Jana spoke up then.

"Dan, have you considered what you want your name to be? Danielle is an obvious choice, or even Danni, but Dan is hardly feminine."

"I have, actually." She said quietly. "I thought about those, but, well, I want to be Lisa."

Jana smiled approvingly. "You got it, Lisa." She snapped her fingers and I suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from Lisa’s credit card. Sure enough, the card now had her whole name on it. I realized then, that I was already thinking of her as Lisa, and not as Dan.

"Now have fun, you two." We started to leave, but Jana pulled me aside as Lisa walked out. "Jen, be careful. Lisa is still adjusting, and may not always know what she’s doing." I nodded earnestly, but Jana didn’t seem to be finished. She was looking around like she was worried about something. "I have a bad feeling about something surrounding all of you kids. I can’t say any more than that, but I want you to keep your eyes open, all right?" I nodded again, then hurried out to meet Lisa.

* * * *

We had decided on the mall and soon we were on our way. Lisa said that the seatbelt felt strange between her breasts. I was trying to decide whether or not to tell Lisa what Jana had said. I felt like she should know, but Jana had deliberately told me when Lisa was out of the room. Was there some reason that she shouldn’t know that there might be a problem? Maybe she was the problem? I didn’t know what to do.

Once we arrived at the mall, I put Jana out of my mind and tried to think where we should start. First and foremost, she needed underwear and lingerie. I didn’t think she was ready for anything fancy yet. Instead, I decided we should just get some plain ones at Sears or something, so we headed off in that direction.

Just outside of Sears, we saw a little shop with a full-walled-in front and a door. It looked like an antique store or an occult bookstore or something. I thought it looked interesting, but there was an old man inside looking through a window and we decided it was a little too creepy. Besides, we had enough spells to deal with already, so we walked past it into Sears.

We picked out a few different bras for her and some matching panties. I sent her to the dressing room to try them on, while I went to get her some more jeans. I picked out a couple in the same size she had on and walked back to the dressing rooms. On the way there, I saw a nice-looking V-neck top and grabbed that too. I had been a little concerned about leaving her alone, but when I got back, she was already trying on the third bra and panty set. Other than some initial confusion at how to fasten the back, she wasn’t having any problems at all. In fact, she looked like she was having fun.

"I feel so naughty in some of this stuff, Jen! It’s like I’m a spy or something, and at the same time, I feel really nice about how I look in here."

"If you think this is naughty, I should’ve taken you to Victoria’s Secret, that would blow your mind." I paused. "Andy’s too." We giggled a little at that.

"Wow, um. Maybe later. I think this is about all I can handle right now."

She tried on the jeans and the top and came out of the dressing room. Wow, it was even hard for me to believe that she used to be a guy. On her, even that short boys haircut looked cute, kind of like Winona Ryder or Jamie Lee Curtis. She put the old clothes back on, and we got another color for the top on our way out. I wasn’t sure how the credit cards would work, but they scanned and approved just fine.

We decided to stop by the food court for lunch, but on our way there, we saw a stage had been set up in one of the larger areas. We went around and looked at the sign. They were having a lip-synch contest in fifteen minutes! Lisa didn’t really want to do it, but I absolutely love lip-synching! I convinced her that we should enter, and soon enough, we were waiting for our turn. We decided on "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer.

The guy before us had just finished up with "Hooked on a Feeling," when Lisa almost bolted. I pulled her back and looked at her. "Lisa, are you okay? If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, but I think it will really be fun. Just say the word."

Just then the announcer came on and gave us our cue. Lisa was hyperventilating. "I’m sorry, Jen. I don’t think I can do it. You go ahead."

"Nope, that wasn’t the word. Just think of Andy, and you’ll be fine." With that I pulled her onto the stage, just as the music began to play.

At first she looked terrified, and just stood there motionless as I danced and mouthed the opening verse. Soon though, she saw what I was doing and began to tentatively copy me. By the time the second chorus came around, we were a full-fledged duo. We swiveled our hips and thrust our chests and the guys in the audience cheered. Even as I pretended to sing, I watched Lisa lose herself in the song. At that moment, she looked happier and more self-assured than I had ever seen her (or Dan for that matter) before.

By the time the climax of the song came around, she had completely stolen the show. As the music faded away, the audience erupted into applause and more than a few wolf whistles. Lisa stood there, breathing hard, with a goofy smile on her face. As we left the stage, she turned to me.

"Thank you, Jen. Thank you."

* * * *

"Oh girls!"

We were on our way back to the car when a woman called out to us. We turned to look, and saw a woman hurrying towards us.

"Girls, wait! I need to talk to you."

I looked over at Lisa, but she just shrugged, and we waited for the woman to catch up with us. She appeared to be a fairly normal businesswoman, wearing a stylish suit, and her hair tied into a bun. She jogged up to us, and held up a finger while she caught her breath. Finally, she spoke.

"Thank goodness I’ve found you. I’ve been looking for you for days!"

"Who are you? Why have you been looking for us?" Lisa sounded very suspicious, and I felt the same way.

"Well, Dan, I can help you with your unfortunate transformation."

Chapter 6: Kim

"Jesus! I’m huge!"

"God damn it! Shut the fuck up!"

I jumped as I remembered Andy across the room. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but somehow, I just did it without thinking. I looked back over at Andy, but he had already gone back to sleep.

I returned to my self-examination. I was huge! I just sat in Dan’s bed, staring at my gigantic hands. My fingernails were so broad and flat. My fingers were long and my knuckles bulged a little. As my eyes continued up my arm I saw that I was very well built. Unfamiliar bulges spread over my previously slender arms. I moved my forearm back and forth a little and watched my muscles ripple. Wow.

I decided to get out of bed and look over the rest of my body. As I swung my legs out of bed, I realized how much taller I must be. I stood up and nearly fell over. Not so much from lack of balance as much as sheer vertigo. I felt like I was up on a stepladder. I wasn’t short before, for a girl anyway, but gauging by the doorframe, I must have gained eight or nine inches. I opened Dan’s closet looking for the mirror. The only one I could find was a small hand-held mirror no more than six inches across; a shaving mirror I guess. How does he get ready in the morning without a mirror? I was trying to decide what to do next, when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom.

Every time I had gone to the bathroom in the last couple of days, I had gone in the women’s bathroom, just like always. Now, that was clearly out of the question. I looked down at myself to see if I was presentable, and I realized that my oversized sleep shirt now fit me like a regular T-shirt, even if it was still a little long. I also had on a pair of Dan’s boxer shorts, which were fine for sleeping, but I felt like I was going to fly out, if you know what I mean. I started to put on the pair of sweat pants that I had worn yesterday, but it wasn’t long before I realized that clothes would be a problem. It wasn’t that they were too tight, my hips seemed much thinner now, but they were way too short. When I pulled them up to my waist, they barely came down below mid shin. The cuffs strained around my much thicker calf muscles. It was no long-term solution, but the building pressure down below had priority and I set off towards the bathroom.

On my way down the corridor, I marveled to myself at how strong I felt. I felt like I could lift a car over my head if I wanted. It was great; my body was surging with power. I think I swaggered a little.

After a slight hesitation at the bathroom door, I went in. I was almost disappointed actually. I know it sounds silly, but for some reason I thought it would be a lot different, but really, it was pretty much just like the girls bathroom. The stalls were painted a different color, and a few of the toilet lids were up, but that was really just about it. I guess that it’s just cheaper to make them all the same.

I went into a stall and closed the door. I started to sit down, and then remembered that I didn’t have to anymore. This was the first time I could go standing up without worrying that someone would see me. It was kind of a thrill, actually. It’s so simple, just aim and release. I chuckled to myself a little, then jumped at the sound. I still wasn’t quite used to this deep voice yet. Every noise I made seemed so loud.

I finished up, but there were still little drips coming out. I remembered hearing guys say to shake it, so I shook it a little. It helped a little, I guess, but I don’t think I was doing it right, because there were still some drips. I grabbed a little toilet paper and dabbed the end dry. I flushed the toilet, opened the stall door, and gasped.

Across the room, in the opposite stall, there was another guy peeing, but he hadn’t even closed the stall door! I swallowed my distaste and headed for the next room with the sinks and mirrors. As I started to wash my hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

All my experience told me that I was gorgeous, and I definitely liked what I saw, but I was feeling pride, not desire. I was rugged, but at the same time, I had really great soft, brown eyes. Just the type Jen always goes goony over.

Of course! I’m turning into exactly what Jen wants! I felt another burst of pride when I realized that I was Jen’s dream guy. Sure, I looked a little silly with my super-smooth skin, and long hair with bangs, (the only remnants of my former self that I could see,) but I was the stereotypical dreamboat.

"Hey! Nice sweatpants! You leave ‘em in the dryer too long or something?" I heard a guy behind me, laughing as he walked to another sink. What was his problem? I mean, sure, they look a little funny, but where does he get off making fun of me like that? I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"You got a problem with something?" I growled. The guy looked at me like I was from Mars or something.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck’s your problem? You wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or what?" With that, he walked out.

I started to go after him, but stopped myself. What the hell was I doing? The guy was an asshole, sure, but I had been ready to beat the crap out of him! For all I knew, that was just the way guys talk to each other. I decided that I’d better get back to the room before I got myself into too much trouble.

When I walked into the room, Andy sat up in bed and squinted at me in confusion. Then apparently he recognized me.

"Oh man!" He collapsed back onto his bed and covered his face with a pillow. "I can’t believe this is really happening."

"Me either." I started to sit down on Dan’s bed, but I overestimated the height and fell backwards, hitting my head on the wall. "Ouch."

Andy looked out from under his pillow. "Damn, you are really big! You’ve got to be at least six three."

I rubbed my head, and sat back up. It was amazing, my feet touched the floor, and my knees were still way up to my stomach. I felt like I was sitting on the floor. "I guess I’ll be able to reach the top shelf and open my own pickle jars now, huh?"

Andy went to take a shower, and I looked through Dan’s left behind clothes, hoping to find something that would fit. I needed a shower too, but I figured that I had better wait for Andy to finish first. Going together, even though the shower stalls are separate, would be just a little too awkward.

I was about four inches taller than Dan, so even his jeans weren’t even close to long enough. A pair of his sweat pants were still a little short, but a vast improvement over my women’s mediums. His t-shirts fit fine, I guess, but it was so strange having it lie flat over my broad, flat chest. Andy got back to the room much quicker than I expected, so I grabbed a towel, and my body soap, shampoo and conditioner. I started out the door, but Andy stood there, staring at me.

"What?"

"You’re not taking all that stuff to the shower, are you?"

"I was planning on it. Why?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Look, guys don’t use all those fancy lotions and stuff. Here!" He handed me a bottle of shampoo/conditioner, and a plastic thing with a bar of soap inside. "Keep ‘em, I’ll get some more."

I looked down at the soap. "Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what this will do to my skin?" I glared at him, and he raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh, right." I went off to the shower room.

Apparently guys take much shorter showers than girls do, because two or three guys came and went in the adjacent stalls while I was in there. The soap felt odd on my skin. As far as I could tell, my skin was the same as before, I was still soft and mostly hairless. On this muscle-bound body, it made me look like a body builder. There wasn’t a lot of room in the shower stall, but I tried a couple of the poses that I had seen guys do. I couldn’t really see anything very well, so I resolved to find a mirror and try them again later. I didn’t really like the dry feeling on my skin as I washed the soap off, and I wished that I had brought my body lotion anyway.

My hair was another issue though, because it was really a girl’s style. Lots of guys have long hair, I guess, but not with bangs. Once back in the room, I blew it all dry and then just stared at it a little, wondering what to do with it?

"What is it?" Andy was paging through a newspaper, relaxing on his bed.

"I don’t know what to do with my hair."

He rolled his eyes at me again. What did he want from me?

It’s not like I asked him to style it himself or anything!

"Just tie it in a ponytail or something."

Well, it was simple enough. My first attempt was too high up on the back of my head. I seemed to recall that guys put their ponytails at the bottom. I redid it, and truthfully, it didn’t look too bad. As far as I could tell in the tiny shaving mirror anyway. My bangs though, still hung down over my forehead. The hair was pretty well trained, and the hair didn’t really want to go anywhere else. Ultimately, I had to borrow a little gel to paste them up out of the way.

I started to ask Andy how I looked, but somehow, it didn’t feel appropriate. What I really wanted to do was go talk to Jen, and show her my handsome new bod. "Hey Andy, let’s go see the girls."

"I called down there while you were in the shower. They aren’t there. I left a message though."

He sounded as disappointed as I felt; and something else too. Like he felt a little guilty about something.

"So, what should we do then?" He finally set down the paper and looked thoughtful.

"Well, every Saturday morning, a bunch of guys get together on Shaeffer field for a football game. I was thinking about going to that." He looked at me doubtfully. "I guess you could come too, if you want."

I started to say no, but it did sound kind of fun. Besides, I really wanted to try out these new muscles of mine.

"Sounds great! Let’s go!"

On the way to the field, Andy tried to give me a crash course in pick-up football. We agreed that I should probably stay away from the ball handling positions, just based on experience. I tried to follow all his discussions about receivers and halfbacks and full backs and interference, but finally he waved his hands.

"Ok, ok, this is too complicated. Basically, when you’re on defense, it goes like this. Try to knock down the guy with the ball. When you’re on offense, try to keep them from knocking down the guy with the ball. Got it?"

"I think so." I was really starting to get excited. I had never really understood the draw of football, but the idea of smacking a guy off his feet in friendly competition seemed to have a certain appeal.

Once we got to the field, there were about fifteen other guys there already playing. When the play ended, a few of them saw us, and walked over.

"Hey Andy, haven’t seen you in a couple weeks, what’s up?"

"Well, I thought I’d give you guys a little while to recuperate after we smeared you into the ground last time."

"Yeah, yeah, you just keep talking. Who’s the pony tail?"

I started to get offended, but Andy interrupted.

"Oh he’s cool. He just transferred here. His name’s-" He stopped short, and looked back at me. Fortunately, I’d already given this some thought.

"Kevin. Name’s Kevin. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand to shake. I quickly realized that they were squeezing my hand harder than I expected, so I squeezed back and shook vigorously. It seemed to do the trick.

"So, Kevin what do you play?"

"Oh, well, just put me anywhere."

"Ok, Andy you’re shirts, Kevin you take skins." I jumped as he suddenly shouted to the rest of the guys. "Hey everybody! This is Kevin!"

With that, they all jogged back to the game. I hadn’t expected shirts and skins, but I guess it was ok, now that I was a guy and all. So I stripped off my shirt and walked over to my team. I had kind of expected to be introduced around, but everyone seemed to accept my presence in the game anyway.

My team was circled up in a huddle. One guy, the quarterback was calling out orders.

"Ok, Case, you go long and right, they’re going to expect a throw to you, but I’m going to lateral to Rob here and sneak right. Line, I want Robby covered, everybody got it? What about you, new guy?" I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just nodded. "Great, by the way, the name’s Ted."

Then everyone clapped and yelled break. I guess I missed whatever signal that was, but I ran over with them to where the ball was sitting. There were already enough guys on the line, so I stayed back a little about where the guys Ted had called Case and Rob were. I squatted down like I saw everyone else doing, and Ted began to call out some numbers that didn’t seem to have any meaning. Suddenly, he yelled "Hike!" and everything went into slow motion.

I had expected to be totally confused, but somehow, I was able to focus totally on what was going on. I saw the lines on both sides ram each other, leaving a nice gap on the right, just for Robby. Case was already downfield, and most of the other team was rushing to cover him and our other guys down there. Except for Andy, who was rushing right for our gap!

I looked back, and saw that Ted had tossed the ball to Rob, and now Rob was just behind me, moving forward. I remembered Andy’s advice, and ran to stop him from knocking our guy down.

When he saw me coming toward him, he hesitated. I could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to hit me. He wanted to go easy on me. For some reason, that just infuriated me, and I rushed at him at full speed. I slammed into him and we fell together onto the ground well clear of the line. I sensed Rob follow me through and run on down the field.

It wasn’t until I started to get up that I really felt the impact. Wow! That was a jolt! It was so exhilarating! Andy was looking up at me in shock, but he didn’t really look hurt or anything. I looked down field, and Robby had run it in for a touchdown! I ran with the rest of my team and high-fived in celebration. Rob came over to me.

"Great block man! What’s your name again?"

I smiled. "Kevin."

"Well, that was some blow! Glad you’re on our side!" He grinned and we all ran back to get in formation for the kick. One of the other guys kicked the ball down the field and we all ran after it. A guy I didn’t know caught it and began running towards us. I headed right for him, and was almost there when Andy came out of nowhere.

He hit me low, and it was hard to say what happened exactly, but the next thing I knew I was on my back, looking up into his grinning face.

"So, is that the way you want it? You’ve still got a lot to learn there.Kevin." With that, he extended a hand and helped me up.

Overall, it was a good game. There were no goalposts, so there were no field goals or anything. Andy’s team won by a touchdown, but it didn’t really seem to matter much to anybody except in friendly teasing. I was really proud of myself though. I wasn’t great yet, but I think that I helped my team a lot. All the guys shook my hand afterward and said things along the lines of "Good game. Nice to have you on the team. Will you be here next week?"

Walking back to the dorms, I was really pumped up. "That felt great!" I was so filled with adrenaline, that I was fighting the urge to take off running. Andy was walking slower, but I think that he was pleased too.

"Yeah, it was a good game. I think you’ll be sore tomorrow though. You took some hard hits."

"Oh, it’ll be worth it. You know, I never saw the appeal in football before, but that was awesome! Muscling past other guys to get to the endzone! Wow!"

Andy laughed. "Calm down, for Pete’s sake, you’ll give yourself a heart attack."

When we got back to the dorms, we both definitely needed showers. I was interested to discover that, not only did I look like a guy, I also smelled like one. And how! This time, we both went together, and we were talking about the game between the two stalls. I didn’t linger so much this time, just rubbed all the sweat off, and did a once over on my hair. Boy, long hair is a lot of work compared to the rest of washing for a guy.

After the showers, we went back to the room and heard the phone ringing. We hurried inside, and Andy picked it up. I listened, but I couldn’t here the voice on the other end. From the way Andy lit up though, it could only have been Lisa. I stopped short at that thought. Why had I thought Lisa? It was Dan, wasn’t it? But the first thought had been Lisa! I missed most of the conversation while I was thinking.

"I tried to call you this morning. Yeah, I have something I need to tell you too. I’d rather not get into it over the phone. Well, we’ll definitely be there! 6:30 right? Ok, I’ll see you then." He suddenly looked surprised. "I love you too. Bye." He hung up the phone and looked to me. "That was Lisa." He stopped too, as soon as he had said it. "I mean, Dan, I guess." He looked confused.

"My first thought was Lisa too! It must be more magic. We’re thinking of her as Lisa now! Now listen to that! I just said ‘her.’"

"Well, ever since you said your name was Kevin, that’s what I’ve been thinking in my head. And that’s who Jen asked about."

"Jen asked about me? What did she say? Is she all right?"

"She’s fine, but there’s been a development. Apparently they met someone in the mall parking lot who says she knows about the spell. They invited us to go to dinner with them to talk about it."

I didn’t have anything nice to wear to dinner, so we ran out to buy a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. I didn’t really need to try them on; they looked about right. Besides we were in a hurry, so I just paid for them with the credit cards Jana had given us. Interestingly enough, I hadn’t even noticed for a while that mine said Kevin on it. It was funny, because I didn’t even think about it when the cashier called me sir either. Not at the time anyway. It was really amazing how much mental change there had been.

It was kind of neat, realizing that I was thinking differently, but it was a little unsettling too. I mean, it was really like becoming a whole new invented person, and abandoning my old one. I was having a good time now, and frankly I didn’t much feel like changing back, at least for a while, but it still nagged at me a little. Besides, Jen hadn’t seen me this way yet, and I was all set to really impress her. I remembered our last night together, and smiled. I also started to get a little stiff down there. Jeez that’s annoying sometimes, but it didn’t seem like as big a deal now. I was able to handle it a little better, and I didn’t get all the way hard. In fact, it felt a little nice; the anticipation and all. And more than that, I really did want to impress her. Jen was so nice and sweet, she really deserves to have a nice evening, and I intended to make it happen.

We didn’t go anywhere too fancy. It was a local place, one of those places with all the junk on the walls and drinks with semi-clever names. Andy and I were early, so we went ahead and got a booth for five. We weren’t sure what the deal was going to be with this woman we were supposedly meeting, but we didn’t want to have to change tables. We hadn’t been there too long when they arrived.

My god! Jen was more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. I suppose she didn’t really look all that different, but her beauty struck me like a sledgehammer, and I couldn’t speak. She approached the table and looked down at me with a funny little smile on her face.

"Hello gentlemen. May we sit down?"

Suddenly, I realized that I was just staring, and I hurried to get up and let her into the booth. Andy was doing the same thing, and I realized for the first time that Lisa was here too. Wow, she was really cute! The short haircut that Dan had had before actually looked pretty good on her. She was nowhere near as pretty as Jen though.

They took their seats, and we sat in silence for a little while. Not awkwardly, just appreciating each other’s presence. After a while, Jen spoke.

"Oh Kevin, you’re so handsome, I can hardly believe it."

My heart leapt into my throat and my face broke into a huge grin. "You really think so? I feel so huge, but it really feels good! I feel so strong and powerful, I went and played football with Andy and a bunch of other guys, I’m really turning into a guy, Jen! Before, I didn’t know if I could handle it, but after today, and sitting here, looking at you, I don’t ever want to trade back." I realized that I was babbling, but hey! Give me a break, I was nervous.

Her face echoed the smile that I had made only moments ago.

Then it crashed into an expression of despair, and my heart sank.

"What is it? What’s wrong?"

Her eyes filled with tears, and she put her arms around me. I held her close, unsure of the problem, but certain of my love for her.

"Oh Kevin, it’s terrible! Just wait until you hear what Marilyn told us. I can hardly believe it, but, well, I don’t know what to believe anymore!" With that, she burst into tears again. I felt helpless. I looked over at Andy and Lisa, and apparently they had had a similar conversation as they held each other.

"Well, that sounds like my cue."

We all jumped, and turned toward the voice. Somehow, there was a power in the voice that left her actual appearance wanting. It was a woman in a tailored suit, standing patiently at our table. Jen sniffled and turned to us.

"Andy, Kevin, this is Marilyn. She found us at the mall today. Marilyn, won’t you sit down?"

"Thank you, dear. It’s nice to meet you Andy, and you too Kim." I blinked a little at the mention of my old name, but she continued. "Let’s get right down to brass tacks, shall we? I’m a sorceress, and you four have had some unfortunate experiences with sorcery in the last week or so. I’ve been a very vocal critic of Professor Donovan for some time now, but when I heard about this latest travesty, I just couldn’t stand for it."

"What do you mean, travesty? It was an accident." I looked at her, but her face was unmoving. "Wasn’t it?" I looked to Jen, and she just sighed.

"The initial mistake was certainly an accident, and I find it intolerable that such incompetence is allowed within the university, but that’s beside the point. The point is that Professor Donovan has been deliberately manipulating you and lying to you, merely to further his own career."

My mouth gaped open. I didn’t know what to say. I noticed Andy looked distraught, like he had just run over a dog or something.

"I knew it," he said. "I overheard him and Jana in the office when we left. I wanted to tell you guys, I tried to call you this morning, but I couldn’t bear to lose you, Lisa." Lisa looked at him with sad eyes.

"I understand, Andy. Thanks for telling me now. It’s so hard, I, I, I don’t know what to do!"

Marilyn continued, with barely restrained fury in her eyes. "He could have, and should have changed you both back immediately, but instead, out of sheer self interest, allowed the spell to progress further. He wanted to view the results, so he allowed the love potion to progress until changing you back would be a terrible, heart-wrenching experience. It’s unethical magic at it’s worst. I’m glad to say though, that I am perfectly capable and willing to change you back immediately, but if I do, I would very much like your help in having Donovan dismissed from his post at the University and drummed out of the profession altogether!"

"Change us back?" Lisa didn’t seem to know whether she was thrilled or horrified. "You can do that? But what about Andy? And Jen?"

"Well, there is little that I can do for the emotional pain that he’s inflicted on all of you, but the attraction and the memories will fade with time. The physical transformation will be much quicker in reversal than it has taken to move forward. It is a very difficult incantation though, reversing another’s potion, but it can be done. I suggest that you make up your minds quickly; the longer you wait, the harder it will be to give it up. But remember this, it is only fake love."

The word fake stung like she had slapped me in the face. The others had reacted the same way. It seemed so real! Could she be telling the truth? Andy said he had overheard the professor talking about it, but could something this strong really be fake?

"You should also remember that the spell is essentially rewriting your personalities. You will be fake people as well."

I winced. I didn’t feel fake, but I could hardly argue that the spell was changing my mind! I looked at Jen in desperation, hoping beyond hope that she had some answer for me.

"Oh Kevin, I love you so much! But this has to be your decision. I liked Kim a lot, if you go back to being her, it wouldn’t be so bad, I guess." She was being so brave; I had to be brave too.

"Marilyn, if what you are saying is true, can you prove it?"

"Your friend Andy said himself that he overheard it. Isn’t that proof enough?"

Andy looked horrified that he was the source of this terrible proof, but he nodded shakily. He turned to Lisa and whispered. "Honey, I love you too much to let this proceed any farther. I was selfish not to have said something from the start. You have to make your own decision."

Lisa and I looked at each other, then at our lovers, then to Marilyn, and nodded.

"I know it’s hard, but you’re making the right decision.

Come with me."

Chapter 7: Andy

I thought my heart was going to break. How could something fake hurt so much? I guess they always say that if you really love something, you have to let it free, but there was no way to come back from this. I blinked back tears and tried not to sniffle as we all followed Lisa into the parking lot. I apologized to our waiter and explained that we wouldn’t be staying.

We briefly discussed who should drive. Ultimately, we all climbed into Marilyn’s minivan, because she said that there wouldn’t be anywhere to park our cars. I held Lisa’s hand in mine as we rode into the darkness. She softly cried on my shoulder, and I stroked her hand.

I asked myself over and over: is it real? Can this feeling I’m having really just be the result of a spell? I even asked myself whether in might not be worth it anyway. I mean, even if this isn’t real, it’s still wonderful and miraculous. Couldn’t she stay anyway? I knew though that it was unfair of me to ask. How could I ask Dan to give up his life for Lisa’s? For my love? Hell, I loved her too much to do that to her. It was selfish of me.

I had so many things to say to her: sorry for not telling her what I had heard earlier, how beautiful she looked, how much I loved her. One gaze into her eyes told me that there was no need to speak. Instead, we simply rode together in a precious silence.

After about twenty minutes, we pulled up to a strange looking building. It was your run-of-mill six-story office building, except that it didn’t seem to have any windows at all. Marilyn pulled the van around the side of the building and into the only apparent parking space in the whole building. We all got out and walked with her to a small unmarked door.

"Now I just want to warn you, this place gives off a bit of a mad scientist vibe. Just so you aren’t startled." With that, she led us inside. She wasn’t kidding.

If Professor Donovan’s office looked like Dr.

Frankenstein’s lab, Marilyn’s lab looked like Dr. Evil’s. Everything was smooth and chrome and spotless. I saw immediately why there were no windows on the outside of the building, the entire building was a single room. The walls were covered end to end with huge banks of computers, desks and lab tables were scattered around, there were huge open vats of strange looking chemicals, a labyrinth of catwalks criss-crossed above us until they receded into darkness. In the center of the huge room, there were four small chairs arranged in a square below a huge podium. They looked like the ones that people always get strapped to in the movies.

Marilyn examined us patiently while we gaped at our surroundings. After a few moments, she spoke.

"All right then, let’s get on with it, shall we? I’ll need you four to get up on those chairs there. Please arrange yourselves across from your partner."

"Andy, I’m scared" Lisa looked up at me with tears and desperation in her eyes.

"It’s ok, Lisa. It’s ok." I held her for a little while. "You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to, you know." I felt terrible saying the words, I knew that this was already too hard a decision for her.

"Oh Andy!" She met my eyes again and we stared into each other. Almost in shock, she slowly started to shake her head. "I don’t want to." My mouth gaped, and my eyes lit up. Once the words were out, she gained confidence. "I don’t want to do it, Andy. I want to stay with you!" We hugged even tighter.

"I don’t either!" I looked up, and saw Kevin and Jen embraced much as we were. He turned to Marilyn. "I’m sorry for wasting your time," He smiled through teary eyes. "But it seems we don’t want to go back after all."

Marilyn’s face flashed anger, but quickly resumed it’s initial calm. "My heart goes out to you all, I assure you, but you just don’t understand. It’s not real. It’s an artificial construct brought on by a malicious spell. You have to turn back; you can’t let your emotions alter your judgement on this."

Kevin continued. "I’m sorry, Marilyn, but our minds are made up. Real or not, it’s real enough for us. We’ll be going now." We started toward the small door we had entered through. Only to see it vanish, leaving a blank wall in its place.

"I’m afraid I cannot allow that."

We spun around to see Marilyn standing with her arms crossed and a look of fierce determination on her face. "I have spent too much time and effort: locating you, examining the spell, and preparing the ritual and incantation. There is no way in hell I’m going to just let all that go to waste." She snapped her fingers and pointed at the platforms.

My vision suddenly swam and my head reeled. When I was able to focus again, I realized I was strapped to the chair across from Lisa. Kevin and Jen were at my right and left, across from each other. I struggled at the cuffs around my hands and ankles.

"Don’t bother trying to get out of the restraints, they don’t even open. I just teleported you right into them." She was walking over to us from her previous spot by the door. She walked to the podium thing and began waving her hands around in some strange signs. Bands of color appeared in the air above us and began to circle slowly.

"What do you think you’re doing?" I snarled, still tugging at my bonds.

"Goodness, what a temper. You should calm down or you’ll get high blood pressure." She grinned. "I was mostly just looking for a new project. I had just finished up a hostage crisis, and was left a little unsatisfied. The emotions are certainly intense, but kind of a bad aftertaste. Happy feelings are so much better. So when I discovered this juicy little accident of Donovan’s, it was just too good to pass up."

"Oh God! You’re crazy!" Jen cried out.

Marilyn smiled condescendingly. "No dear. Evil. Not crazy.

There’s a distinct difference."

"I just wish Jana was here!"

And suddenly, she was!

Jana appeared in the room all of a sudden, and she looked just as surprised as the rest of us. Her eyes widened when she saw us, but she froze completely when she saw Marilyn.

"Oh Goddess no! What are you doing here?"

Marilyn’s face lit up like Christmas morning. Or whatever holiday evil sorceresses celebrate. She laughed. "Oh this is too good! The incompetent student. Put an alarm spell on them, did you?"

Jana’s face twisted in anger. "You let them go this instant!"

"Or what?" She laughed again in delight. "You are way out of your league, you silly twit. You better stick to your parlor tricks. You’re playing with the big girls now." With that, she pointed her finger at Jana and an arc of light shot across the room at Jana. Jana leapt out of the way with surprising speed for someone of her size, and rolled behind a desk. We could hear her chanting something, until the desk suddenly flew into the air, and smashed against the wall, leaving her once again vulnerable.

"You better chant fast, little girl. I’m coming for you." Jana sprinted behind a large vat. Marilyn walked slowly after her. Jana continued chanting something unintelligible. The vat suddenly sprung several leaks, and some awful-smelling green chemical began spewing everywhere, eating through the floor where it landed. Jana screamed and once again ran for new cover, this time holding her arm tightly, as her sleeve trailed smoke. Her chant still continuing.

Suddenly, she stopped and spun around. She finished the chant with a few odd-sounding words, and shouted: "Reveal thyself, demon!"

Marilyn looked stunned, but soon she doubled over and collapsed to the floor. She started to get puffy all over, and her skin began to stretch as she writhed on the ground. Suddenly, she burst like an over cooked hotdog, and revealed a horrible pot pourri underneath. She continued to grow, shedding the Marilyn skin as she went. Gradually, she stood up, discarding the last scraps of her former skin.

The thing that stood there could no longer be called a she, but instead, an it. The monster, or demon I guess, was a terrible mix-match of horns, and eyes and tentacles. It spun around at Jana, leaving a trail of slime in its wake.

"YOU PITIFUL INSECT!" It roared, "HOW DARE YOU PRESUME TO CHALLENGE ME? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT THIS WOULD MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE?"

Jana stood defiantly. "It does. You are no longer hidden from the authorities now. They will banish you for this."

"I HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME TO FINISH THE CEREMONY,

AND

DEPART THIS PLANE BEFORE THAT HAPPENS. THE RITUAL IS NEARLY COMPLETE. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT REQUIRE ME TO ACCELERATE MY PLANS."

The demon waved a tentacle, and a bolt of green enveloped Jana. She winced in agony, and disappeared, leaving nothing but a wisp of smoke, and a scorch on the floor.

Jen and Lisa screamed in terror.

"You monster!" I yelled.

The demon-thing paused, then suddenly resumed a somewhat human form. Marilyn’s clothes were a tattered mess on the floor, and her new form was nude. Her skin was tinted reddish, but with blazing yellow-blonde hair. She slowly, seductively sauntered over to us.

"Monster? Do I look like a monster to you? That’s a shame. I had hoped to keep that side hidden. Every girl has her secrets, after all. You know, I had been planning to simply devour your love, and dispose of you quickly, but perhaps I was a bit hasty. I mean, I do love leftovers. Maybe I should take you back with me to my home plane. Torturing the four of you could keep me entertained for centuries. Yes, that sounds like a splendid idea."

The four of us simply gaped in horror, and the Marilyn-thing smiled. "Maybe I should even do a little now, just to whet my appetite before the main course. Yes, I think so. The tastes will contrast nicely, and probably, a little pre-dinner torture will even emphasize your love for each other all the more. But where to start? Hmm."

Her naked body swayed over to Jen’s chair. "Perhaps I should have my way with this pretty young thing. Her hand gently reached down and caressed the crotch of Jen’s jeans. "What do you think, sweetheart? Are you wet for me?"

"You leave her the fuck alone, you bitch!" Kevin was furiously thrashing at his restraints. "Don’t you fucking touch her!"

"Kevin, Kevin, tsk tsk tsk. Such a potty mouth." She snapped her fingers and Kevin stopped talking. He looked alarmed, and his tongue seemed to be swelling up. Then we realized what was happening; his tongue was becoming a penis! It grew and swelled until it reached several inches outside his mouth, and his lips were stretched tight around it, silencing him.

Jen screamed, and the Marilyn-thing turned attention back to her. "Oh don’t worry, I didn’t forget you, my dear. Where was I? Oh yes." She continued rubbing Jen’s groin, as Jen struggled franticly, whimpering in fear. "Are you getting wet for me, Jen? I know you are, I’m making you so hot, aren’t I? Well, I’ve got something here for you."

Abruptly, a huge erection blossomed out of the Marilyn-thing’s crotch, and she began stroking it with her other hand, while continuing to caress Jen. "You’re so hot, aren’t you? Hot and wet for me?" Jen shrieked in fear. She let go of Jen and walked over to Lisa. Her erection bobbed in time with her breasts as she walked. "What about you, little girl? You think you like being a girl? Well, let’s see if you like being a big girl even better.

Lisa’s breasts started swelling rapidly. Filling her bra, then her shirt, and soon bursting out of her clothes altogether. She groaned in agony as her skin stretched, and the huge breasts began to hang painfully over the arms of the chair, dragging her nipples on the floor. I had seen what happened to Kevin, but seeing Lisa in pain enraged me beyond the point of reason. I’m not even sure what I yelled out, but the Marilyn-thing soon walked its way over to me.

"Oh Andy, are you jealous of Lisa’s breasts? Well, lets get you some of your own." My chest erupted in agony as I saw two breasts begin to grow there. I grit my teeth and sneered at her while they grew to a size rivaling Lisa’s. My sneer disappeared into a wince of pain as she ground my nipple into the floor with her foot. "Hey Andy! How about a titty-fuck?"

"Halt, Mordukan!" We all turned to identify the new voice. It was Professor Donovan! He was dressed in the classic wizard’s robe and hat, complete with the little pictures of stars and moons all over it. He was holding a staff, and overall, looking much more impressive than he had seemed so long ago in that little office.

The Marilyn- thing rolled her eyes, and sighed in frustration. "Can’t I get just ten minutes peace around here? Donovan, you simpering little twerp, what do you think you’re going to do? Stop me? The spell’s nearly completed. Thirty seconds of chanting and the love will be sucked right out of these sweet little lovebirds here, what are you going to do about it?"

Donovan ignored her and ran over to us. "I’ll try to keep her busy, but you’ll have to free yourselves. She cannot take your love unless you let her. It’s the real thing, kids, but you have to believe it. She cannot take it unless you-" Suddenly a bolt of energy slams into him from the side. He grunts in pain, and runs off to take cover.

"SHUT UP, DONOVAN!" Ignoring us for the moment, the Marilyn-thing rushed after him. She sidestepped two shots of light that Donovan had fired at her, and shot a few of her own. The floors and walls melted where the energy bolts impacted. The Marilyn-thing suddenly stumbled as her feet stuck fast to the floor. She growled in rage, as she waved her hand and unstuck them, but it was enough time for Donovan to find new cover. They exchanged a few more blasts, and then Marilyn closed her eyes and disappeared, only to reappear right behind Donovan. He threw something at her, and then her head seemed to erupt into flames. She shrieked in anger and surprise, but didn’t seem to be in pain. Donovan once again fled for cover.

Marilyn managed to extinguish her head, and once again started after him. "I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THESE GAMES, DONOVAN!"

"All I have to do is keep you busy until the authorities arrive, which should be any minute now. Then everyone will be safe and sound." Donovan’s voice seemed to come from all around, giving no clue to his location.

Marilyn stopped. She had a glint in her eye. "Will they? I think that a former student of yours might dispute that, Donovan."

Donovan stood up from behind a desk. "What did you do to Jana?"

At the sound of his voice, Marilyn lashed out with another spell. Donovan dived out of the way, but the bolt caught his foot. He crashed to the ground and looked at his foot in horror. It had turned to stone, and the stone was slowly creeping up his leg.

"Got you, you pathetic little worm!" The Marilyn-thing laughed. "To answer your question, I disposed of her like the puny insect she was. Now it’s only a matter of time for you too, isn’t it Donovan? You can feel your fingers going numb, your joints getting stiff, can’t you? How does it feel? How does it feel to know that you’ll soon be frozen forever? You’re far too ugly for an ornament though, I think that I’ll have to have you crushed into gravel, or perhaps re-sculpted into something more interesting."

Donovan tried to crawl away, but the stone was already nearing his waist, and he could hardly move. "Kids! Listen to me!

You’re the key! Only you can truly stop thi-"

The Marilyn-thing had walked up and completed the transformation with a snap of her fingers. Donovan was frozen into stone. The Marilyn-thing looked as if she was about to kick him, but thought better of it. Shortly, she walked back over to the podium thing.

"Well, it just goes to show you that I should’ve just done the spell first and tortured afterwards, doesn’t it kids?" She laughed to herself. "There’ll be plenty of time for that later, won’t there? I hope you didn’t take what he said too seriously. Rather insensitive of him, I thought, getting your hopes up like that. I hope you realize that I can do whatever I want, with or without your permission."

Once again, she began waving her hands around, and the swirling colors above us, which had started to fade, jumped back to full color, and began spinning faster. I despaired, but then I looked back at Lisa, who was smiling at me.

Seeing her, half-sad, half-happy smile calmed me instantly. I looked into her eyes, and I knew that what we had was real. I don’t know, maybe this was triggered or started by a spell, but what the two of us shared was more real than anything else I had ever known. I felt certain, then and there, that nothing could triumph over us, not the two of us together.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

The four of us, in unison, spoke, and at once, the swirling colors above us pulsed violently. They began to lose some of their order, and began to waver in their rotations.

The Marilyn-thing looked up in horror. "What are you doing?

Stop it! STOP IT!"

I continued to stare into Lisa’s eyes, and I felt my heart fill with emotion, and I concentrated on it, feeling it, experiencing it, willing it to radiate to everything around me.

The colors above us began to veer wildly, swerving back and forth, seemingly at random. The Marilyn-thing had reverted to its monstrous true form, and was thrashing tentacles and pincers and legs wildly.

"STOP! STOP! NOT NOW! THIS WILL NOT FAIL! I WILL NOT ALLOW

IT! I’VE WORKED TOO HARD FOR THIS!"

I felt something snap, I’m not sure what, but it was almost like having your ears pop all over your body. With that, the swirling colors converged on the monster, and exploded. Smoke of all colors streamed out of the mass, and when the smoke cleared, nothing else remained.

Chapter 8: Lisa

It was only a few minutes after the monster had disappeared that the "authorities" arrived. Four ropes suddenly dropped into the room from the ceiling, and what looked like a SWAT team slid down them, but when we looked up at the ceiling, we saw the end of the rope simply hovering in midair about fifty feet off the floor.

The SWAT guys hit the ground rolling and quickly scrambled away. They systematically cleared the room, checking each corner, looking under each desk, behind each computer, all the while crying "Hut! Hut! Hut!" like some sort of crazed football player. Apparently satisfied, the soldiers finally walked over to us.

They began to remove the restraints that held us to the chair, and one of them, apparently the leader, pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Looks like it’s all clear here, chief. If Mordukan was here, he’s gone now."

They finished untying us, but there was no way I was going anywhere. My breasts were each the size of a beanbag chair, and there was little I could do save rest on them, down on my hands and knees. Andy, my dear Andy was in the same position. He crawled over to me, dragging his huge breasts until he was by my side. He took my hand in his, and we held each other. I could feel my right breast pushing heavily against his left one.

Kevin and Jen, once released, immediately embraced. They were kissing now, and Kevin in particular seemed to be enjoying it. The leader of the team walked over to us and got down on a knee, to look us in the eyes.

"Ok, kids, you’ve been through a lot, I’m sure, but you’re safe now, and we’ve got a specialist on the way for your altered conditions. What happened here? Anything you can tell me would help."

Andy and I told him the whole story, going back to our initial transformations. He listened patiently, nodding occasionally, and taking notes in a small notebook he had taken out of his breast pocket.

"Ok, now you’ve heard our story," Andy spoke as if he were exhausted, "Any chance that you can tell us what the hell just happened here?"

"I’ll field that one, Evans." Donovan was walking over to us. The team leader nodded, standing up and walking off to handle other business.

"Professor Donovan?" I was shocked. "Weren’t you turned into stone?"

"Yes, I was. I was hoping for a much more standard transformation. It’s much to reverse a transformation when you are inanimate. I can’t take the credit for this one though, the Bureau expert restored me just a minute ago."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I’m fine. Just a little stiff, that’s all, and a bit of a sandy taste in my mouth. I’m sure he’ll be over shortly to restore the two of you, just as soon as they track down Jana. I’d do it myself, of course, but I’m awfully drained. Besides, he’s got jurisdiction, and these law enforcement types get awfully cranky if you don’t let them do their jobs. I’m sure you understand."

I just kind of nodded, a little in shock. Eventually his words permeated my cloudy brain. "Jana’s ok? But Maril- uh, Mordukan blew her up or something."

"Actually, Mordukan tends to be a little literal with his spells. He apparently called her a pathetic insect, and turned her into a mosquito. Not too bad really, but poor Jana wasn’t used to it and panicked. Flew up into the rafters somewhere. Once they track her down, she’ll be fine." We sighed in relief.

"Anyway, I’m sure you’re a little curious about all this. Ah! Kevin, Jen, you’ll want to hear this too." Kevin and Jen walked over and stood behind us. "Mordukan is what we refer to as a ‘demon.’ Whether or not that has any religious significance is hard to say. Despite all our magic, we still don’t have any conclusive evidence on that subject. But the demons certainly behave as you might expect from their names; they thrive on terror, chaos, destruction etc. Mordukan is a particularly nasty one, or at least he causes a particular amount of trouble for us."

"Wait a minute. He?" Andy questioned.

"Oh, that’s right, he appeared as a female, didn’t he? Mordukan really isn’t male or female; we just use an arbitrary pronoun to make the paperwork easier. We’ve dealt with him before where he appeared male, so that’s how it goes in the file. My suspicion this time is that he manifested as a proper-looking businesswoman in order to appear as my own opposite, so that he could better sew mistrust. He eats emotions, good ones, bad ones; it doesn’t matter, the more intense the better. Usually he goes for terror and hatred, because they’re very powerful and easy to trigger. This time though, he saw an opportunity to feast on the most intense emotion of all."

"I knew that it had to be something like that." Jen piped

in. "She kept saying something like: ‘devouring our love.’"

"That’s exactly right. Mordukan detected the same thing that I did when you came in to see me. There was something different about your particular transformations. Something that hinted at far more power than should ordinarily be present. I couldn’t figure out what it was exactly until I learned of Mordukan’s plans. I was worried though, and needed to study the spell some more."

"That’s why you wouldn’t let Jana turn us back, isn’t it?"

Andy called out. "You knew there was more to the spell."

"Yes and no. You’re right that I knew there was more to it, but I also knew that this was your proper path. My specialty is Trans-phasic morphomagical membranes, but I dabble a bit in Prechronological trail divination." He paused and looked us with an enthusiastic smile, which faded as he took in the blank stares on our faces. "Well, anyway your transformation was like the bursting of a dam, it relieved a lot of cosmic and spiritual pressure that had built up around the four of you. Jana triggered the whole thing with her mistake, but cosmically, this was no accident."

My heart leapt at his words, and I knew immediately that he spoke the truth. Since my transformation and my love for Andy, I had felt as if a huge burden had been lifted. A burden that I hadn’t even known was there. I looked over at Andy and found him already looking back. I looked into his eyes and saw the love that had defeated that monster.

"Ahem!" We were jolted back to the present when the professor angrily cleared his throat. "May I continue? Thanks. Ever since birth, the four of you have been in imbalance. There was energy surrounding you, waiting for an outlet. True love was meant for you, but had no way of making it’s way into our plane of existence. That caused a pressure that continued to build and build around you. It brought you together as roommates, and then it caused your transformations."

"It caused them?" I asked, "I thought Jana did it, by making a mistake in her spell."

He shrugged. "Under that much cosmic pressure, the right mistakes have a way of making themselves."

We suddenly heard a loud popping sound, followed by a brief scream. Jana appeared in the far corner of the room, about twenty feet off the floor. Fortunately, a cop had been having a smoke directly beneath her, and he broke her fall nicely. Donovan continued.

"Jana was fortunate enough to be the conduit through which your love entered the universe. In return, she has been rewarded with considerably more power than she would ordinarily have at this stage in her training."

"Rewarded by who?" Donovan shrugged. I was beginning to follow this conversation, much to my astonishment, especially since he seemed to be saying that Andy and I could stay together. I had never been particularly religious, but all this talk of cosmic spiritual pressure and rewards, and mistakes making themselves, seemed to point in one particular direction. At least, it seemed so to me.

Jana had dusted herself off, smoothed her long black dress, and made her way over to us, followed closely by a young man in thick glasses and a lab coat. He looked down at us and grinned.

"Breast enlargements? Jeez, I would of thought Mordukan would have a little more imagination than that." He snapped his fingers and Andy suddenly fell flat on his face. He sat up to reveal his normal male chest. The lab guy turned to me. "You’d be surprised how often we get these. I’ve got the whole restore spell down pat. Your turn, Missy. You want ‘em back to normal? I can leave ‘em a little bit bigger if you want?"

My eyes widened, and I looked to Andy for his opinion. He grinned at me and turned to the guy. "Return them to normal. They were absolutely perfect." I blushed and smiled at him. He smiled back and I thought that I was going to swoon. Abruptly I was falling as my obscene breasts immediately returned to their normal size. I caught myself and gave a wry grin as I imagined what I would have thought about that last statement a week ago. The lab guy moved on to Kevin and Jen.

Andy and I stood and hugged each other tight. I wrapped my arms around his powerful back, and pulled myself to him, pressing my breasts to his firm chest. Reveling in the protection that his strong arms gave me as they held me close to him. I finally broke the embrace, just far enough to reach up with my lips to kiss him. Our lips met.

In the background, I heard the lab guy call out. "Now this is original!"

* * * *

<< I found myself reclining on some sort of couch. A fainting couch, I think they’re called. I was wearing a beautiful flowing dress, and the room was something out of a Victorian romance novel. I looked around, and everything seemed to be in soft focus. Suddenly I heard a sound and turned to look.

I saw my old self, Dan walk in, dressed in a smart suit, and wearing a winning smile. My mouth gaped. He walked over slowly and sat down beside me. He smiled sweetly and closed my mouth with his hand.

"Dan. It’s you, I mean, how can this be? Where are we?"

He didn’t say anything, but instead just smiled at me some more.

"Dan, I don’t know what to say. I know you didn’t want to be me. I know you were worried about becoming me, I mean, I was worried, I don’t know what I mean!" I felt on the verge of tears.

He quietly, gently put a finger to his mouth and whispered ‘shhh’ and then slowly caressed my cheek with his hand. Then he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I lost myself in the kiss, and we held each other. The kiss continued, and I pulled him ever closer, until I could practically feel us melding together. He began to dissolve into me, filling me with his essence, quietly, delicately filling every part of me. Soon I was left with my arms around my own shoulders, alone, but not alone.

We were one.>>

I woke up, and found myself once again in bed. I turned and looked at my love, my reason for being. Andy lie there, fast asleep, and I watched him breathe for several minutes, until I fell asleep once more.

* * * *

It’s been three months now since the battle with Mordukan, and we’re all doing great. We had changed the school records to reflect our new identities, and moved out of the dorms and into apartments. Me and Jen in one, Andy and Kevin in the other. Officially that is, but she was never here and he was never there, if you know what I mean.

I had been somewhat worried about how my family and old friends would take all this, but it turned out not to be a problem. Professor Donovan gave us all a spell for it. It didn’t change their memories or anything, but somehow it made anyone who heard about the change simply not think that it was a problem. I remember my first call home.

"Hi, Dad? I used to be your son Daniel, but now I’m a girl named Lisa and I’m in love with a guy named Andy."

He waited a beat before answering. "Ok, good for you, sweetheart!" I then heard him talking in the background. "No, Dan’s a girl now. Named Lisa, and she’s in love." I then heard my mother squeal in pleasure and grab the phone away from my dad. We talked for hours, and it looks like everything is fine.

Jen officially changed her major to sorcery, even though it means she’ll be starting again with a whole new curriculum. Turns out that it’s a lot more work than she thought, and she has to do a lot of studying now. She really seems to love it though. I’m happy for her.

She and Kevin are planning to get married as soon as they graduate. Kevin joined the football team, and even though he’s not starting yet, he’s moving up the ranks as a halfback.

As for me and Andy, we’re fantastic. I’m on the track team now, and I won first place in the 100 meter dash last week, with Andy right there cheering me on. We couldn’t wait for graduation, and we plan on getting married as soon as the semester is over. His family is wealthy, and we’re going to travel all Summer for our honeymoon. London, Paris, Madrid, even some places in Africa and the South Pacific. I can’t wait.

Jana decided to do a new thesis on her experiences as a mosquito, and with her newly enhanced powers, I’m sure she’ll do great on it. She’s really excited, and the University Sorcery department may even give her a grant to do her own research.

Professor Donovan decided that his position as head of the department was holding him back, so he resigned and left to be more active in the magic community. He assured us that, although Mordukan was not destroyed, as we had hoped, it was very unlikely that he would risk an attack on us. Just the same, the four of us were given protection amulets.

So, all in all, life is pretty good. School still sucks, the world still has problems. Heck, I still have problems, but I’ve got true love, and I’m happy. Happy being a girl.

Andy’s girl. I smile quietly to myself.

The end

 

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