Mysterious Changes - Part 10

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Ron did open the car door for me, and I realized he had been doing that for me all day. The first time had been when I was in heels and I had thought he was just helping me because I was unused to constricting women's clothing. Now I realized he was doing it because he was a gentleman and I was well if not a lady at least a girl. I know. How many guys really open car doors for girls? Not many, I supposed, but Ron did.  We kept the conversation light on the way home.

Both of us seemed more comfortable that way. I remembered a few dates from the other side where I was the guy trying to keep the conversation light while trying to ignore how good-looking the girl sitting beside me was. The shoe was definitely on the other foot now and I found it was an equal challenge as a girl to keep the banter light while ignoring how. good-looking the guy next to me was.  Alicia was probably right.

Part of the attraction was the spell. If there was a guy there right after we changed, each of us appeared to become somewhat attracted to him and them to us. That might explain Lisa and Dave. But as long as there was even a slim hope that we might find a way to change back into males, I didn't want to do anything with Ron that might damage our long-standing friendship.

Still the gentleman, Ron drove my car into the driveway, came around the car opened my door, handed me my keys, and walked me to the door.  "Is this the part where I tell you I had a really nice time?" I asked him, trying to be glib. The problem was I really did have a nice time. It had been fun. Sure it was different. Alicia and I were girls Now but it was still the four of us.  "Did you?" he asked.

He asked me so seriously that I had to respond in kind. Yes...yes, I did."  "So did I," Ron said softly.  I suppose I should have noticed how close to each other we were standing. I suppose I should have backed away, smiled, and opened the door. I suppose I shouldn't have just stood there while Ron gently slipped two powerful arms around my waist and pulled me closer.  A voice in the back of my mind screamed that this was wrong. I wasn't really a girl. I was Steve Hall, a high school quarterback and all-American boy.

But my body didn't feel like Steve Hall's body. There was a warm, almost wet sensation coming from the emptiness between my legs, and behind my bra, I could feel my already-large nipples becoming uncomfortably stiff. Involuntarily, my own arms found their way around Ron's neck, my longer, feminine nails biting gently into the top of his shoulders.  We kissed. It wasn't a chaste sisterly kiss either. It was a kiss that spoke volumes between us.

It relieved the pressure in me in one sense and raised it in another. Physically, my body wanted more much more. Mentally though there was a strange feeling of belonging of being wanted. It was that feeling that caused me to sigh happily as the kiss finally ended.  We looked into each other's eyes. I saw both fear and satisfaction in Ron's brown eyes. Funny I had never noticed them being brown before. I suspect he saw the same thing in my blue eyes.  "Uh... see you tomorrow?" he asked nervously.  "Yeah."

He gave me a small, nervous smile, turned, and headed for his house. I watched him until he was nearly out of sight.  What have I done? I asked myself as I closed the door behind me. I wasn't gay. I wasn't like Alicia had been when she was Andy. I was a one-hundred and ten percent heterosexual in my mind at least.  "Sarah? Is that you?"  "Uh...yes, Mom."  She was at the top of the stairs in her nightgown. Apparently, Dad was already in bed. "Did you and Ron have a nice time?" she asked quietly so as not to disturb Dad and presumably Lisa.

"Yeah...sure."  She frowned. "Honey, you look a little flushed." She walked downstairs to me, and I realized as I watched her lovely form that this might be me in a few more years. She moved my face up with her fingers and smiled. "Your lipstick is smeared."  "Oh! Well, I..."  She laughed gently. "Don't worry, honey. As long as you and Ron have been dating, I wouldn't have expected you not to be kissing him." She gave me a comically stern face. "Just make sure kissing is all you're doing."  "What? You mean... Oh, I'd never do something like that with Ron." And I meant it.

At least mentally I meant it. Physically I wanted to go outside, run him down before he walked home, and make love to him all night long right there on the sidewalk.  "Well, I know you mean that," she said slowly as she put a loving arm around my waist. "But you're a young woman now with a young woman's wants and needs. You're going to be tempted to give in to those wants and needs. Just remember you want to go to college and maybe even be an attorney like your father. If you do that, you'll need to be very careful with what you do with your body."

I was used to getting little lectures like this from my father, although those lectures were usually a little more graphic. "Remember," he'd say, "a lot of what you want out of life depends upon keeping your fly zipped. It's damned hard to go through law school with a wife and a couple of kids." Apparently, now those lectures would be delivered in a slightly different tone by my mother.  And I realized she was right. Like most guys, I had taken the consequences of sex a little lightly. Sure, in the few times I had done it, I had been careful to use a rubber. But that was mostly because it was expected of me.

Jennifer had insisted I use one. Now though, the consequences of sex were far more frightening. I could get pregnant. I could be saddled with a baby, for God's sake. The thought of an infant coming out of the little opening I now had nearly made me shudder.  "I'll be careful, Mom."  "Okay." She gave me a patented mother smile. "I know you will. Goodnight, dear."  As she went back to her room, I made my way to my own room, wondering how I was ever going to cool down from the heat generated by that kiss. I supposed I could play with myself.

I had certainly done so as a boy and there was no reason why I couldn't do it as a girl as well. I'd have to wait until I got in bed though. I didn't want Lisa to hear me if I started moaning or something. I tried to be quiet in the bathroom we shared so as not to wake her.  I slipped into another set of short pajamas. Unlike last night's red flowers, these had little blue polka dots on them. They were a little loose, though. I'd have no trouble getting my hand in them. I had just pulled up the covers when I heard my door open. "Sarah?"  Oh shit! I thought. But it was a good thing Lisa came in before I got started.

I didn't know how I would explain that to her. "Yes, Lisa?"  She sat down on my bed and I scooted back to a position sitting up with my pillow behind my back. "I wanted to know how things went in Lincoln," she said.  "I thought everybody at the fair heard about it," I told her. It was a not-so-subtle way to find out what she had been up to all evening.  "I wasn't at the fair as you probably already knew," she answered. "I went to a movie with Dave.

Then we went over to his house and sat out in back."  "And?" I prompted.  She blushed. I could even see it in the moonlight. "Mostly we talked. But we did some other things, too."  "You didn't..."  She shook her head. "Jeez, Sarah, I'm thirteen. I hadn't even done it as a guy." She sighed. "I don't suppose I ever will now."  "Don't give up," I told her. Then I told her what had happened in Lincoln that day.

Lisa sat there impassive as I told her what I had learned from George and from reading Amelia Carver's journal.  "Netting it out, Amelia never got to be male again," Lisa pointed out when I had finished.  "But Amelia was alone," I pointed out. "We've got resources she didn't have. It may take a little time, but with George's help we might find a way back to our old lives."  "You don't get it, do you?" Lisa said dully. "I've been a girl a day longer than you. It's getting harder and harder to fight the idea that this isn't my real life.

I'll bet if you keep reading that journal of Amelia Carver's, you'll find out that even though she remembered being a boy three years after she was changed, she wouldn't want to change back. She's probably talking about her sewing projects and cooking meals and the cute boy who moved in on the farm down the road."  I said nothing because I had a nagging suspicion she was probably right.  "I'm starting to... to be attracted to Dave."  "I know," I said sympathetically, patting her small hand.  "Yeah, I suppose you do," she allowed. "You seemed to be awfully quiet at the front door with Ron.

Did he kiss you?"  "Yes."  "Did you like it?"  I was slow to answer. "Yes."  "So it's happening to you, too," she sighed.  "I think it's happening to all of us," I told her. Swearing her to secrecy, I told her about Alicia. I didn't tell her everything though. The fact that Andy had been gay was none of her business. Since it was moot Now no one else needed to know.  "She let him..." Her voice trailed off.

I suppose it was quite a sobering thought for anyone raised as a guy to think about spreading one's legs and letting a man stick his penis in you. While it seemed more natural to me at that moment than it would have a day or two earlier, it was still pretty frightening.  Of course, I was no virgin as a guy, but I had never really considered the difference between committing to sex as a man and committing to it as a woman. With a man, it's just visiting. You're in and out in a few minutes, and it's you who has done the penetrating.

It's more worrisome to be the one being penetrated, particularly when your partner might leave lots of little wiggling sperm inside you, any one of which might change the rest of your life.  "Yeah, she let him," I agreed softly.  "You and Ron haven't...?"  I smiled a brave little smile. "No, Lisa, we haven't. And I don't plan on it." I didn't add that I was really afraid I might not be able to stop myself.  "Well, I guess I'd better get some sleep," Lisa said. "Some of the girls in my class want to hang with me tomorrow." She grinned. "I guess they want to convince me all this girl stuff isn't so bad."  "Shame we don't have a mall," I grinned back. "You guys could hang out there all day and try on clothes."  "Please!"

With a mutual laugh, we said goodnight to each other.  I found my conversation with my sister had allowed my sexual cravings to ebb a little. I still felt oddly stimulated, but not so much that I had to do something about it right then. Besides, the rational side of my mind had had time to build a case against playing with myself. If I did, it reasoned, I might just crave more, like an alcoholic who finds one drink has only whetted his appetite for more.  Besides, I was exhausted. It had been a long day and I planned to sleep in as long as I could in the morning. Thank God there was no school on Friday.

With Dad at work, Mom out on her usual Friday civic meetings, and Lisa off with her girlfriends, I'd have the house to myself. I could let my hair down, and God only knew I had plenty of hair to let down now. So with that, I drifted off to sleep.  Unfortunately, I still had my dreams to contend with. I dreamed as I often did of football. They say dreams are the method the mind uses to resolve conflicts and process information. If that's so, my mind has a funny way of handling it.

The dream started in the middle of a game. I couldn't see the crowd but I could hear them. It was dark all around with just the field lit by some bright but invisible lights.  We were all there in the dream in the huddle. Ron and Andy were my wide receivers. Kevin was my fullback. The rest of my friends and teammates were there, too, but I sensed them rather than recognized them. I couldn't see what the score was, but I knew we were down by less than a touchdown.

All we needed to do was score, but I sensed time was running out.  "Okay, Wide Right Four on three," I announced, calling my favorite play. It involved Ron running along the sidelines down the field. If he caught the ball and scored, we won. If he caught the ball and was covered, he could get out of bounds hopefully giving us time for one more play. But in all likelihood, this would be it.  I remember walking toward the line with the effortless movement that accompanies all dreams. I looked left at Andy and noticed he looked a little smaller. There was long hair trailing out of the back of his helmet and he walked strangely.  As I thought of it, I felt a little strange, too.

My hip pads seem to be unusually tight, and there was something about my shoulder pads that was bothering me. That's when I looked down and saw that there were breasts just under the pads. It was a dream, though, and I tried to ignore my changing body and concentrate on the play.  "Ready...Set!" I barked, but my voice seemed higher and sweeter. Still, the team was well-drilled.

Everyone got into position. Ron looked over at me with a grin.  "Hut one!"  My hand under the center looked small and dainty with long, feminine nails.  "Hut two!"  Long hair blew into my face from some unfelt breeze.  "Hut three!"  The ball was in my hands, but it was so big! I could barely hold onto it as I heard the sound of bodies striking bodies and the "oof" from the guys up on the line. Ron was running down the field, wide open. I straightened up to throw to him, sensing an odd weight distribution as I did.

I threw the ball, but it didn't spiral it wobbled. Instead of the feeling of muscular power transmitted from my arm to the ball, I had felt only movement no power. The ball barely cleared the approaching defensive line and fell to the ground.  I felt something hit me. There was no pain since it was a dream, but I fell to the ground. On top of me was a huge lineman wearing the uniform of the other team. There was a feral grin on his face his Indian face.  "How does it feel, little flower?" he asked me in a deep voice. "Do you like your little body? You'll make many babies in that body.

You'll make your man very happy."  And instantly, he was off of me, and Ron was standing there, looking down at me. He opened both of his arms. "Come to me, Sarah." Whatever he said next was drowned out by the laughter of the Indian.  And thankfully, I woke up.  It was still dark, and my body was sending me a series of strange messages. I knew what it wanted. I knew what the Indians wanted me to do. Had he really entered my dreams, or was it just a dream? Just a dream, I suspected, brought on by the demands of my body.

I groaned miserably, rolled over, and went back to sleep.  In the morning, I managed to sleep through almost everything. I slept through my parents talking loudly in the hall as they did every morning morning people that they were. I slept through Lisa singing a Britney Spears song that was playing so loudly in her room I could even hear the backbeat. But I couldn't sleep on the telephone.

One of the advantages (or disadvantages if I was trying to sleep in) of being a girl was that I got my own telephone line. Like most guys, I had always kept my telephone conversations short and sweet.  There was no need for my own phone line. Now that I was a girl, I was apparently expected to yak endlessly on the phone hence, my own line.  "Hummf?" I managed to mumble. Then I recognized George's voice.

I had forgotten that I had given him my private number.  "Did you hear what I said, Sarah?"  "Not really," I admitted, pulling my long hair away from the receiver as I tried to force myself awake.  "I said I've done some research on our trickster. I'm driving up to Leeds this morning. Where can we meet?"  "Here, I guess." I gave him directions and told him I'd call Ron and have him meet with us. As an afterthought, I decided to call Judy first, inviting her over as well.

I told her what was going on. Before I could call Ron, though, he called me.  "Sarah?"  He sounded as if he thought I was mad at him. There was trepidation in his voice that almost made me laugh.  "Sarah...about last night. I'm sorry I, I kissed you."  It was so weird to have so much power. Ron was practically twice my size Now and yet he was acting like a puppy facing a rolled-up newspaper. I could never imagine him being so remorseful if I were still Steve.

If there was one thing I was slowly discovering as a girl, it was that girls can usually make guys dance at the end of a string when they put their minds to it.  "I'm not sorry," I replied, nearly surprising myself.  "You're...you're not?"  "Look, Ron," I explained as best I could. "You and I have been friends for a long, long time. And we're still friends. It's just when we were both guys, we patted each other on the back and stuff like that. Now you're still a guy but I'm a girl. I may have to stay a girl.

Girls and guys who are friends treat each other a little differently."  God, it was a lame explanation, but it was the only one I could think of that allowed the two of us to kiss and not be...well, attracted to each other. I don't think he believed it any more than I did, but it gave him an excuse that we could both live with for now.  "Yeah...okay. I'm glad you're not pissed."  "I'm not pissed." I went on to tell him about George's call and agreed to be there when George arrived.

The air cleared between us, I let him go and proceeded to get ready for the day.  Without Judy around, this was my first day to solo as a girl. But Judy had done a good job with me. I didn't have too much trouble getting ready. While I missed being able to stand to go to the toilet, it wasn't any more difficult to sit. The problem was psychological it was because sitting to go was a reminder of what I had lost. I was really going to miss walking out in the trees to take a piss.

And I had noticed that with a smaller bladder, I needed to go more often. I thought about the hard time I had given girlfriends when they'd demand to stop someplace to use the restroom. I guess this was payback.  Showering wasn't much of a problem either. I was surprised at how quickly I had gotten used to my new body. Of course, there were a few problems. Judy had told me that girls didn't wash their hair every day. Like Steve, I never missed a day washing my hair. As Sarah, I had become aware of how long it took to shape up long hair.  I probably should have it cut, I thought, if I ended up stuck as a girl.