Story: Just Pretending

Just Pretending
By Varian Milagro


In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn’t the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my ‘friends’ showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my mom had given me a quick ‘Happy Birthday’ in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there.

I didn’t get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We’d always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn’t even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she’d met at college. He had a nice job out east and that’s where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I’d get to see her a few more times before she went back east again.

No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn’t need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn’t believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer.

I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn’t hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn’t do that much better at soccer, but my dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I’d always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it.


I had talked Seth into playing soccer a few years back. Unlike me he was a natural; he took to it like a fish to water. He had this ability to see the whole field and had a sixth sense on where someone was going to be. He probably could be playing for a college team, but he had an aversion to coaches.

So, we found ourselves playing for a local co-ed league. It wasn’t highly competitive and most people were there to make friends and get some exercise. It still didn’t stop some of the guys from riding me when I made an especially bad play. They probably would have asked that I not come back, but Seth had made it clear early on that we were a package. If I quit playing then so would he and he was the best player on the team. So, they suffered me mostly in silence, but it still bothered me a lot. I felt like such a disappointment to my teammates and my father.

I was better at school thankfully. I wasn’t the best student, but I could get A’s if I tried really hard. Seth and I were both working on two year degrees before making the big leap to a four year school. Seth wanted to get into Computer Science at the University of Washington. I was unsure what I wanted to do ultimately, but I knew I wanted a four year degree of some kind. So, right now I was just working on an Associates of Arts degree. We both had the same Calculus class and English. But I had Humanities where Seth had a programming class and Spanish where he had computer science.

Another thing Seth and I shared was our total lack of girlfriends. We’d just never had any luck in that department. It seemed like any girl we liked always had a boyfriend or wanted to be ‘friends’

Seth and I had just pulled up to the soccer field about 15 minutes before the night’s game. After a lame day of feeling sorry for myself I wasn’t sure I could take the groans when I made a bad play, but it was too late now. Seth had driven so I was stuck till the end of the game; might as well get some exercise.

“Hang on for a moment Keith,” Seth said. He reached into the back seat of his car and brought forth a small box. He opened it and inside was a cupcake with a single, rather ornate candle. “Happy birthday buddy. You didn’t really think I forgot, did you?”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” I replied.

Seth handed the cup cake to me and grabbed a book of matches from the dashboard. “Okay, so make a wish and make it a good one, but you have to say it out loud. This is a real wishing candle and the wish won’t work unless you say it out loud.” Seth lit the candle.

“Real huh, Well, what I wish is that the team valued me, that they would be happy to see me when I show up, that I would make a real difference to the outcome of a game for once.” I blew out the candle.

“Wow, you could wish for anything and you want to be better at soccer? How about wishing for some money dude? Or a girlfriend at least; what a waste,” he chided.

We exited the car and grabbed out gear. As I sat on the car’s seat with the door open to change into my cleats I let out a groan as a terrible cramp hit my abdomen. It began to get worse. I cried out in pain as it moved from my middle and radiated throughout my body. I then had an intense Charlie horse in the muscles of my arms and legs. My hands and feet felt like they were being crushed. My face felt like I’d just got sucker punched.

“Are you all right Keith?” Seth said. He had come around the car and was standing next to me. He had a hand on my back. I was still doubled over.

It hit my crotch next; it was like getting kicked in the nuts. I thought I was going to vomit.

“Holy shit, what’s happening to you?” Seth said in a panicked voice. “Your hair, it’s growing. Jesus what’s going on?” Seth was no longer touching me and had stepped away from me.

Just as the pain began to subside from my face and extremities, I started to feel a tightness on my chest. My pecs were pushing against the material of my shirt. No it wasn’t my t-shirt; it was a garment under my t-shirt. When the cramps in my abdomen began to fade I opened my eyes to see a curtain of hair in front of my eyes. I looked up and pulled my hair away from my face to see a very bewildered Seth staring at me, mouth agape.

“My god, you’re a girl,” he said bewilderedly. “You just turned into a fucking girl right in front of me.” Seth seemed to gather his senses and stepped toward me and reached out a comforting hand, but stopped just shy of touching me. “Are you all right? Holy shit!”

I looked at Seth for a moment and then looked down at myself. My hair fell in front of my eyes again. I pulled back my hair and looked over my body. There was more to my chest. There were two distinct mounds where there had been nothing moments before; they looked a lot like breasts. My bare legs were much skinnier than before. My cleats were smaller. My hands were pretty small now as well.

“Keith, say something. Are you okay? Please talk to me,” pleaded Seth.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” I began. My voice was strange to my ears, much higher, much softer.

“That candle was supposed to grant you a wish, not turn you into a chick.”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said. I stood and noticed that I was a lot shorter than Seth now.

“Are you a girl everywhere?”

“I think so, but that is what I intend to find out.” I did not relish the idea of groping myself in front of Seth.

I headed toward the bathroom and nearly walked into the Men’s room. While I had not been able to fully ascertain my current state I figured, based on the weight on my chest and Seth’s reaction, the ladies room was the way to go.

The bathroom was empty, which was a blessing. I went straight to one of the ‘mirrors’. Being a public park restroom the mirror was brushed aluminum and not glass so it wasn’t the best. What I did see was a fairly attractive brunette with hair past her shoulders. I put a hand to my crotch and confirmed that I was indeed female. While I’d never touched a pussy before, I knew enough from the internet to know that I now possessed one. I reached up and felt my breasts and learned that they were currently confined by a sports bra. I started to peek, but then I heard female voices approaching and decided to finish my inspection later.

“Yes! It’s Kaylee!” Shouted Julie as she rounded the corner into the bathroom and took sight of me. She was with Lauren and they both were on my soccer team. “I’m going to tell the team we can play tonight.” Julie turned and sprinted out of the bathroom.

“I’m so happy to see you Kaylee,” said Lauren with a big smile on her face. “Ruth and Wendy couldn’t make it tonight. We thought that we were going to have to forfeit, but now that you’re here we can play.” Being a co-ed team we had to field at least five girls each game or we had to forfeit. We only had six girls total on the team and if two of them were out that week we weren’t allowed to play.

“Great. Glad I can help. I will see you out there.” As I left the restroom I remembered my wish; I’d wished to be valued by my team. My intention was to be a better soccer player like Seth, but apparently that is not what they valued most tonight. It’s pretty hard for a team to win a game when they aren’t even allowed on the field. I got my wish, but hardly the way I had expected.

I made it back to the car and Seth was back in sneakers. “Let’s get out of here. We can go to the store where I bought the candle and get you back into being a guy.”

“No, I want to play,” I replied.

“You can’t be serious,” he said.

“There are only four girls tonight. If we leave we’ll have to forfeit.”

“It’s only a game, Keith”

“I know, but the team is counting on me.” I grabbed my sports bag and started toward the field. “Oh, and apparently my name is Kaylee now.”

The rest of the team was just as happy to see me as Julie and Lauren had been. It felt pretty nice to be wanted for a change; I wished I could be male and get the same reception. We ended up winning the game by one goal, scored by Seth of course.

My soccer skills had not improved appreciably with the change to my gender; if anything I played worse than normal. I was so distracted by the shifting weight on my chest and running with my new shape was awkward, to say the least. My hair constantly flailing in front of my eyes was also very distracting. I found myself holding my hair with one hand while trying in vain to dribble the ball. After about 15 minutes of this Lauren ran up to me.

“Here, let me help.” She gathered up my hair and then slid a rubber band off her wrist and created a quick pony tail, very similar to her own. “I always keep a couple spares on me just in case,” she said, giving me a quick smile.

“Thanks,” I replied.

I found that the guys on the team were a lot nicer to me now. Instead of groaning when I screwed up a play they would say “Good try” or “Good effort”. When I did something halfway competent they cheered like I’d just scored a goal. I knew it was because I had boobs now, I was always much nicer to women than men, but I have to admit it still felt pretty nice.

After the game Seth and I headed to the car. “So, where the hell did you get that candle?” My higher voice was still strange to my ears.

“There was a new store in the mall, called ‘Spells R Us’. A guy in a bathrobe said it was guaranteed to grant one wish.” Seth unlocked the passenger car door and opened the door for me. “I’m sure he can fix this.”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I glared at Seth.

“What?” Seth looked puzzled.

“I don’t need you opening doors for me. I may be female now, but I’m still Keith inside. Please treat me like you always have. Go it?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Seth replied, sheepishly.

While changing back into my sneakers I found a purse on the floor of the passenger seat. In addition to some makeup items, my crappy cell phone, my house keys and a white cylindrical tube whose purpose I didn’t want to contemplate at the moment, I found my new driver’s license. The photo resembled the face I’d seen in the restroom mirror, the name was ‘Kaylee Anderson’, height 5’6” and gender a capital ‘F’. My birth date and address were still the same. I’d lost three inches along with my penis, which made me four inches shorter than Seth now.

We drove by the mall on the way home, but it was closed. We checked the hours and it would not open again until 11am tomorrow. Not knowing what else to do, Seth drove me home.

“We can go to the mall tomorrow after our English class. I’m sure the guy I bought the candle from can get you back to normal,” Seth said while we were parked outside of my house.

“You’d better hope so, otherwise I am going to kick your ass,” I replied as I grabbed my purse and sports bag. I opened the door, but then hesitated before leaving the car. “Can you come inside with me?”

“Sure, what’s up?” He asked.

“I’m suddenly really nervous. What if they don’t recognize me?”

“I think they will, everyone on the team seemed to know you as Kaylee now, your family probably will too.”

“But why do you know that I was Keith before?”

Seth furrowed his brow in thought. “I don’t know, maybe because I was there and saw it happen?” Seth shrugged. “Well, let’s go in and see what’s up. If it’s too weird you can stay at my place tonight.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I said.

We left the car and headed into the house. We found my parents in the family room watching TV in their usual seats. My mom stood as soon as she noticed us.

“Hello angel, have you had a happy birthday so far?” My mom asked as she walked over to us. My dad was following her. She gave me a quick hug and then turned to Seth. “How are you Seth?”

“Fine, Mrs. Anderson,” Seth replied.

“Happy Birthday pumpkin,” My dad said as he pulled me into a hug; my head barely made it to his shoulder now. I stood on tippy-toes and kissed his cheek. I found the smell of his old spice and scratchy whiskers oddly comforting. I didn’t normally kiss my dad, so I wasn’t entirely sure why I did just now, but it felt right. It felt right being held by him too. My father had never been very affectionate with me before. Being held in his arms was a new experience I could get used to. My dad released me from the hug, but still had an arm around my shoulders. I leaned against him as he greeted Seth. “How have you been Seth?”

“Good Mr. Anderson,” replied Seth.

“How was the game, did you win?”

“Yes sir, we won by one goal.”

“Are you hungry Kaylee, I can heat up some lasagna. Would you like some Seth?” asked my mom.

“Seth scored the winning goal Dad,” I said.

“Good job son. You’re quite the Pele aren’t you?”

“I don’t know about that sir,” Seth said to my dad. He turned to my mom. “I can’t stay Mrs. Anderson, but thank you anyway.” Seth turned to me. “I’ll pick you at 8am tomorrow, Kaylee.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, thanks for the ride.”

“Thank you for bringing Kaylee home safe Seth,” My mom said. “So, are you up for some lasagna Kaylee? You have to be hungry.”

“I am, but I want to shower first, okay?”

“Sure thing, after dinner your father and I have a little surprise for you,” My mom said.

I headed upstairs to my room. So far besides my dad hugging me, my family and house seemed fairly normal; I wondered how my room would look. The addition of a purse and sports bra suggested that my room probably now contained a whole host of feminine items. I paused at the door, took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. I dreaded seeing the results my wish had made to my sanctuary. I also dreaded undressing. Sure, I would finally get to see real live breasts and a pussy, but now that they were attached to my body I found the idea much less appealing.

I entered my room and found my fears were justified; it was a definite girl’s room now. I recognized my text books and laptop on a white desk in the corner of the room. My bed was still a double, but now it had a floral comforter and a large collection of stuffed animals on it. On the walls were some posters of soccer players, but instead of action shots, the players were posing without shirts. My Avengers movie poster was now a giant head shot of Chris Hemsworth, which appeared to be signed. The furniture in my room now appeared to be a set and complemented the yellow with white trim on the walls. The set consisted of the desk, a dresser, bookcase and a vanity which sported a large mirror. There was another larger standing mirror on the opposite wall.

I examined the contents of the bookcase and it still held all of my graphic novels and most of my sci-fi/fantasy novels, but I noticed a few paranormal romance books which hadn’t been there this morning. I hoped I wasn’t a Twihard now. Gone were my action figures and in their place were a whole set of bobble heads. It looked like I had complete sets of Walking Dead, Avengers and Game of Thrones.

Besides the posters my walls also now contained a bunch of pictures of my new self with my family and some with Seth. The room was extremely tidy; it looked like it had just been cleaned. I’m not sure when I’d last cleaned my former room. On the vanity sat a large collection of brushes, cosmetics and jewelry. Missing from the room, besides the normal mess, was my X-box and most of my comic book collection.

I stood in front of the standing mirror to get a better look at myself. Between the mirror made of actual glass and decent lighting I now had a much better look at my new face. I found I looked a lot like a cross between my older sister and my mom, both of whom were also brunettes. This was good news as both were pretty attractive women. My mom was in her early 50s, but could probably pass for a decade younger. Jenny had model looks. I‘d definitely taken after my dad in the looks department before and while good at sports, handsome was not his strong suit. One thing I didn’t inherit from my dad was stature, not as Keith or Kaylee. My dad towered over the rest of the family at 6’2”.

I lifted a diminutive hand to my face and felt my puffier lips, my dainty nose and prominent cheekbones. I was definitely pretty, not a knock out, but pretty. I would have given myself a solid seven if I had seen myself on the street yesterday. I could live with a seven. If I was going to be female for any length of time, I wanted to at least be somewhat good looking. I noticed that I was wearing makeup. Not a lot, but there was definite eye liner around my eyes. My nails were fairly short for a girl and without polish.

I looked down and figured it was time to check out my new rack. I pulled off my shirt, and then decided to go down to just underwear. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks. I stood and removed my shorts and then looked at myself in the mirror. I turned from side to side and checked out my new figure. I was in pretty decent shape before and this translated to a nice tight feminine body. My waist was slim and my tush was pretty shapely, probably from all the soccer. I grabbed the bottom of my sports bra, closed my eyes and then pulled it over my head. First thing I noticed was the weight of my new breasts, without the support of the sports bra I could feel their full weight as gravity did its thing. I opened my eyes and just stared at my new breasts; they were really nice. They weren’t huge or even what I would have called large, but they fit my body really well. I turned to my side and gazed at them standing tall and jutting from my body; how I wished I’d seen this when I still had a cock. I lifted a hand and tentatively touched my left breast; it felt even more wonderful than it looked. The soft supple flesh of my breast yielded easily to my caress. My other hand went to my right breast and soon my nipples began to tingle and tighten. I looked down to see my hardened nipples standing tall in the center on my wide areolas. I would have continued, but was startled by a warm dampness in my panties; my reflection betrayed my embarrassment. I removed my hands and stepped away from the mirror.

The feeling between my legs quickly reminded me of my situation and the fact that my parents were waiting for me down stairs. I wrapped myself in a robe I found outside my closet door and headed to the hall bathroom. My new boobs swayed and bounced with each step I took. The bathroom had not been spared changes by my wish. The first thing that stood out was the shower curtain, which before had been a plain dark blue and was now covered in daisies. The counter was laden with lotions and creams; in the bath was a wide variety of shampoos and conditioners as well as a pink razor. I checked my legs and they could do with a shave. The hair was much softer and much lighter in color than it had been yesterday. Under the bathroom sink I found a bunch of feminine hygiene products. Seeing these only heighted my desire to have my cock back as soon as possible.

I tried to stick to business as much as possible while showering. I did wash my breasts, but did not linger. The feeling my new vagina had made earlier still stuck with me. If someone asked me yesterday what I would do if I’d been suddenly turned into a girl, I’d have answered that I would spend all day playing with my tits and pussy, but now that I actually had them I found I was too embarrassed, even a little fearful, to touch them. The sensation of my pussy getting wet was scarily feminine and so unlike my dick when it had gotten hard. I wasn’t ready to masturbate yet, nor even touch the thing. Hopefully it wasn’t something I would have to live with much longer. Seth and I would go to the store tomorrow afternoon and I would be a guy again. After the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel as best I could and dried myself off.

Once back in my bedroom I looked through my closet and found the boxes containing my comics and a lot of unfamiliar clothes. There were a couple dresses and skirts, but mostly jeans and leggings and tights in a wide array of colors. My shoe collection had increased exponentially. There were some boots, several different pairs of Vans and some sandals. The sandals had a small heel, but other than that the shoes looked pretty manageable. No towering high heels or anything. It looked like I tended to be feminine in my dress, but I wasn’t an all out girly-girl or some fashionista. I didn’t know what I would do about makeup tomorrow, but it looked like jeans, sneakers and a decent top and it would be business as usual as far as anyone else was concerned. I figured it would be best to try to stay in character as much as possible until I could change back. No sense arousing too much drama or weird questions.

I sat at my vanity and started working a comb through my wet hair. It fought me at first, but eventually it started to behave and look somewhat presentable. It was still fairly damp, but was at least under control. I found a pair of cotton panties and slid them up my legs. I skipped a regular bra and grabbed another sports bra. I wanted something simple tonight. I covered the bra with a t-shirt, pulled on a pair of purple sweats, slipped my feet into a pair of bunny slippers I’d found in the closet and headed downstairs to dinner.

After dinner, which consisted salad, lasagna and garlic bread while watching TV with my parents, my mom brought out a small cake with 19 candles lit and glowing brightly. They sang ‘Happy Birthday’ while I sat there slightly embarrassed.

“Make a wish pumpkin,” my dad said.

“I think I’ve made one too many of those today,” I mumbled. I wished silently to be male again and blew out the candles. I stood still for a moment, in hopeful anticipation, but these were ordinary candles apparently.

“We have a present for you,” said my dad. He handed me a nicely wrapped rectangular box about six inches long that was strangely heavy for its size. “This is not only for your birthday, but also for getting such excellent grades last quarter. We are very proud of you.”

I tore at the wrapper to reveal a brand new iPhone. “Oh my god!” I squealed. “Thank you Dad,” I threw my arms around him. I turned to my mom and hugged her too. “Thank you Mom, this is so awesome.”

“We will pay the monthly charges as long as you keep your grades up,” said my mom.

“I will, count on that. This is so great; you’ve really made this a great birthday after all.” Besides being turned into a girl earlier in the evening I meant it. It hadn’t been that bad of a night, all things considered. My team actually wanted me around, my dad wasn’t afraid to hug me and now I had a brand new iPhone. Plus I could play with a pair of tits later tonight if I felt like it, not too shabby.

Instead of studying that night I spent a bunch of time setting up my iPhone and downloading a bunch of apps. I still went to bed early, knowing that I would have to tackle clothes and makeup in the morning. While I normally just slept in boxers, I decided to wear the sports bra as well; the less jiggling and bobbing while I slept the better.

In the morning I wasn’t sure where I was; my bedroom was still rather foreign to me. After a few moments it all came back to me and I arose and found a white bra and panty set in my dresser. The panties were fairly easy to don, but I struggled with the bra. I was close to giving up when I finally managed to get the back clasped together. I decided to skip makeup altogether, hopefully no one would make a big deal out of it. I knew girls who went without and no one seemed to care that much. I thought about asking my mom to help me, but at 19 I was probably too old to be asking how to put on makeup.

I found a Thor t-shirt in my dresser and added to this a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of Vans. As I brushed my hair I decided to put it in a pony tail. I found a bunch of scrunchies in one of the drawers in the vanity. I grabbed my purse; put my books and laptop in a book bag I found near my desk and checked myself in the mirror on the way out the door. I looked rather plain without jewelry or makeup, but the lower I registered on everyone’s radar today the better with me.

Seth showed up promptly at eight according to my new iPhone. “You look really nice today Kaylee,” Seth said as I entered his car. “Or should I call you Keith?”

“You should probably call me Kaylee otherwise you might accidently call me Keith at the wrong time.” I thought for a moment. “Thank you for the compliment, but stop it. You never said I looked nice before, so don’t start doing it now.”

“Okay, but you didn’t fill out a Thor t-shirt like that before,” Seth said, smiling. He lost the smile when he saw my glare.

Classes took forever. When English finally ended I grabbed Seth by the arm and headed to the car. While my foray into femininity had not been as traumatic as I would have thought, I still wanted my old apparatus back as soon as possible. Within 30 minutes we were at the mall and headed to the ‘Spells R Us’ store. When we arrived at the Victoria’s secret and Starbucks, the place where Seth had said the store was located, it wasn’t there. It wasn’t like the store had just vacated there wasn’t a space between the two stores.

“Are you sure this is where it was located?” I asked.

“Definitely, I’d gone into the Starbucks right after buying the candle. I swear it was here two days ago, you have to believe me.”

“I believe you. I’ve seen enough magic in the last 24 hours to know that it’s real now. Let’s look around the mall and see if it just moved.”

We spent the next hour searching and re-searching the entire mall, but the store was not here. We looked at the mall directory and even asked at the Info counter. Well, Seth asked. I made him since this was mostly his fault.

“I’m so sorry Kaylee I don’t know what to do now,” Seth said, looking very apologetic.

“Nothing to do. Let’s grab some lunch and head back to our next class. Perhaps we’ll think of something on the way.”

We didn’t talk much during lunch or on the way back to school. I imagined that Seth was feeling guilty and I was too preoccupied with the fear that this change might now be permanent. My thoughts went back to the feminine hygiene products I’d found. If I stayed female I was eventually going to have a period and I had no clue what to do with some of the feminine hygiene products I’d spied. I did not have the slightest idea how I would clean my vagina and I didn’t really want to know. After our last class of the day Seth dropped me off at my house and said that he was going to do some research on the internet to see if he could learn anything about the store.

I exited the car and headed into the house. I was greeted by my mom as I approached the kitchen. “Hello Kaylee, how was school?” She asked without turning from whatever had her busy. “Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.”

“No, I’m not hungry,” I replied.

“Dinner will be around six, angel.”

“Great, I’m going to my room to study,” I said as I headed toward the stairs. My room felt a bit more familiar today and I really appreciated that it was clean. I would have to make sure I kept it that way. I hung my purse on the inside door knob of my door and then sat at my desk and began to study. I found myself wishing I’d spent a little less time playing with my new phone last night and put in some study time. I was taking a full load and each of my classes required quite a bit of work each night to keep up. I had my work cut out for me tonight. I had a couple hours before dinner which would not give me enough time to finish it all, but I should be able to take a big bite out of it.

After an hour or so I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I grabbed my phone from my purse; it was Seth. “Hey Seth, what’s up? Have you started on calculus yet?” I asked.

“No, I’ve been searching online for info on that store,” he replied.

“Did you find anything?”

“Yes and no. I found all sorts of references to Spells R Us, but they were all fiction stories.”

“Fiction, what do you mean?”

“Made up stories online,” he said. “I read some of them and they all seem to be about guys turning into women.”

“Are you telling me that you bought the candle from a fictitious store? I don’t know how to process what you’re saying. Is the store real or not?” I asked.

“It’s real, I was there I talked to the wizard. It was just like in the stories he knew my name, he knew what I was looking for and he was wearing a flipping bathrobe.”

“So, where does that leave us? Did the stories tell you how to find it again?” I asked.

“Kind of, some of them mentioned that the store had a habit of disappearing. It does seem that it’s usually in malls though. I think we should start hitting all the malls. Start with the close ones and then keep looking until we find it.”

“I hope that works,” I replied.

“Hey, are we still on for the comic convention this weekend?”

“Crap, I totally forgot about that. I guess, wait … my costume…I have to check my costume.” I put the phone on speaker and laid it on my bed. I rushed over to my closet and dug through it looking for my Green Goblin costume. I passed the costume several times before I finally found it, looking for something green I had passed the black cat suit multiple times. It was the white wig that finally tipped me off.

“Shit. I can’t go in this,” I groaned.

“What is it, do you still have it?” Seth asked from the phone on my bed.

I pulled the costume out of the closet and looked at it closely and carried it with me and sat on the bed. “I’m not dressing in this; it would be way too embarrassing.”

“What’s wrong?” Seth asked.

“It’s a flipping Black Cat costume,” I replied.

“Well, that would go well with my Spidey costume,” Seth replied.

“You know what Black Cat’s costume looks like, it is skin tight, and shows lots of cleavage. No thank you.”

“Come one man. We’ve been planning this for most of the year. Don’t back out on me.”

“That’s really easy for you to say, you’re not the one who suddenly grew breasts last night. It’s bad enough that I have them hanging off my chest I don’t want to show them off to everyone.”

“Okay point taken, we don’t have to go in costume if you don’t want, but will you still go? Half the cast of Walking Dead is going to be there. Please say yes.”

“Yeah, I’ll still go,” I said.

There was a knock on my door which was halfway open. I looked up and there was my sister Jenny at door. “Hey Kaylee,” she said.

“Oh my god! Jenny’s here, I got to go,” I told Seth.

“See you tomorrow,” Seth said.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said as she entered my room.

“Jenny! I’m so happy to see you.” I jumped up and rushed and gave her a hug. She was now a couple inches taller than me.

“Is everything all right?” She asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I lied.

“Are you sure, I didn’t mean to eaves drop, but it sounded like there was a problem,” she said.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“It’s just this costume. It’s pretty revealing and I guess I’m not ready to wear it.”

“Mom said you’ve been looking forward to this convention for months. She said you and Seth even bought costumes that went together.”

“Yeah, I guess we did, but I changed my mind okay?” I was getting uncomfortable.

“You said something else to Seth. You said you grew breasts last night, what did you mean by that?” She asked.

I was at a loss for a reply. I’d always been pretty close to Jenny; she was the one I could talk to when I was annoyed with Seth or my parents. She never judged me and was always a good listener. I found myself very tempted to confide in her. I doubted she would believe me, but I was frightened of facing a future of makeup, bras and unfamiliar body parts without someone who had a clue about these things, someone who could guide me.

“I have something to tell you and you probably aren’t going to believe me,” I said as I closed the bedroom door.

“I’ll believe you Kaylee, you’ve never been a liar,” she responded with a slight frown.

I sat on the bed “Well, first my name isn’t Kaylee, it’s Keith, and I’m your brother, not your sister. I turned into Kaylee Monday night.”

“Okay, you were right, I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t think you would and I wouldn’t have told you, but we can’t find the store and now it looks like I might be stuck like this for who knows how long and I don’t know how to be a girl.”

“When I asked you what was wrong this was probably the last thing I expected you to say.” She sat on the bed next to me and put her hand on my leg. “What’s going on Kaylee? Is it something with school or Mom and Dad?”

“No, it’s not school or our parents.” I looked up at her, beginning to feel frustrated. “I’m telling you the truth, Seth bought a birthday candle at a magic store and I made a stupid wish and then I changed into a girl and now everyone thinks I was always a girl. Seth is the only one who remembers who I used to be. We went back to the store, but it’s not there anymore. Seth thinks we might be able to find it at another mall, but I’m not so sure. I may be like this for a long time now and I don’t know how to be a girl; I don’t have any memory of being female before yesterday.”

“Are you saying you don’t remember that you’re my Maid of Honor?” Jenny looked pissed.

“I’m sorry, really I am. Please don’t be mad at me. Of course I’ll be your Maid of Honor, but I don’t know how; I don’t know anything about being a girl. I don’t know how to put on makeup, what to wear, how to shave my legs, what to do with my hair, what to do if I get a period. I can barely even put on a flipping bra.” My vision began to blur. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I need help and Seth knows less about being a girl than I do. Please help me Jenny, you don’t have to believe me, but please say you’ll help me.” Warm tears streamed down my face.

“Oh Kaylee, you poor thing, of course I’ll help you.” Jenny pulled me into a hug, my head resting on her chest. “I can help you with all those things, anything you need.”

I pulled back and looked at her. “So, you believe me?” I asked hopefully while wiping at my wet face.

“No, I don’t believe you were a boy, but I will play this game with you. I can help you with your makeup tomorrow and help you pick out some clothes. If you’re willing I’ll even help you with that costume as well. It’ll be fun. It’ll be like when you were in middle school.”

“Please don’t tell anyone what I told you, okay? I don’t want to freak out Mom or Dad.”

“Okay, I won’t; you have my word. It’ll be our secret.” She crossed her heart with her finger.

“Thank you so much Jenny. You’re the best sister,” I said.

“You’re a pretty swell sister too, even if you want to believe you used to be my brother.” She ruffled my hair and gave me a smile. “After dinner why don’t we check out your costume and we can go through your clothes to see what you can wear tomorrow.”

“Okay, how long are you staying?” I asked.

“I’m staying here for the next few weeks. Zack had to stay and work so I’m staying in my old room until the wedding. I asked Mom not to tell you I was coming. I was supposed to be here yesterday and wanted to surprise you for your birthday, but then my flight got delayed.” She stood up. “Hey, I need to make a couple calls before dinner,” she said as she headed to the door; she stopped and turned toward me. “You look really great Kaylee, I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too.” We hugged again before Jenny left my room. I hung the costume up and got back to my studies.

After dinner I made my sister wait outside my bedroom while I tried on the costume, she wanted to help me, but dealing with my new female body was embarrassing enough alone. I wasn’t prepared to share the experience with anyone else even if she had ‘seen it all before’. I stripped to bra and panties and took a couple deep breaths. I reassured myself that if I didn’t feel comfortable after donning the costume I could just tell Jenny that I’d changed my mind and that she couldn’t see it after all.

The costume consisted of several different pieces; a long white wig, a black double diamond shaped eye mask, long black opera gloves, a shiny, black faux leather top with a plunging neck line trimmed in white fur, matching leggings and high heeled boots also with white trim. I struggled into the costume; it was very tight and hugged every inch of my body. I left the boots where I’d found them. After trying to get the wig to look right, and failing, I decided to call for my sister. She wore a shit eating grin as she entered my room.

“Stop smiling, this isn’t funny,” I said.

“Sorry, but you look so grown up in that costume. Nobody is going to think you were a boy wearing that getup,” she replied.

“You aren’t making this any easier.”

“You really look good in it; you have the figure and the boobs to pull it off.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. “I don’t think so, most of the women I’ve seen wearing the Black Cat costume have a lot more cleavage than this.”

“You’re doing just fine in the boob department, trust me. You just need the right bra and you’ll be giving every guy there a case of whiplash. Here I’ll show you.” Jenny reached around me, placed her hands on the sides of both my breasts and pushed in and up. “Something like that.”

At first I was horrified that my sister was copping a feel, but when I looked back at my reflection I could see her point. I now had the cleavage that would do the costume justice. “That does look better, but I don’t know if I want everyone staring at me.”

“You’ve been to a lot of these comic things before. Didn’t you ever wonder what it felt like to be the one that everyone was ogling over? The girl that made all the boys drool and all the girls jealous?” Jenny removed her hands. I was a bit disappointed when my breasts went back to looking normal.

“The girls in costume always do seem to get a lot more attention than the guys do at these things,” I admitted.

“Exactly, so it will be a good time to flaunt yourself a little. If you go back to being a boy it will be an experience you won’t get a chance at again and if not it will help build your confidence in your beauty.”

“I’m not sure I need confidence in beauty,” I said.

“Of course you do. Every woman does,” she replied.

“Perhaps, but I’ll have to do something else for shoes, I can’t walk in those boots,” I said motioning to the matching boots sitting just outside of my closet.

“Nonsense, I can have you walking fine in those in plenty of time. What are those, a three inch heel?” She asked. “Tomorrow night I will give you a couple lessons. It’s not as hard as it looks if you follow a few rules and do a little practice.”

“All right, you’ve mostly convinced me. I should get back to studying; I have a test coming up.” I pulled off the wig. “Thanks I feel a lot better now.”

“Anytime Kaylee, but before you start studying let’s go through your closet and see what we have to work with.” Jenny walked over to my closet and rifled through the clothes. “You have a lot of cute blouses, is there a certain look you would like to go after?”

“I really don’t know,” I replied. “I guess I want to look like a normal college girl, but nothing revealing or too flashy. I want to blend in.”

“Hmm, the Kaylee I remember leaned toward the girl next door look, but with some flair. How does that sound?”

“Okay, how do we do that?” I asked.

“The pony tail works well or even hair down would look nice; you’ve got cute bangs. You got such great skin you could almost go without makeup, but a little eyeliner and some mascara will make your eyes standout.” Jenny pulled out a long baby blue sweater. “Add some skinny jeans to this and a pair of sandals and you’ll look adorable.” Jenny seemed to suddenly remember something. “I forgot something, I’ll be right back.” She handed me the sweater and left the room.

A minute later she was back holding a small box tied with a yellow ribbon. “Happy birthday! I’m sorry it’s late.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I said. The box contained a small silver butterfly with wings made from tiny yellow gemstones and hanging from a delicate, silver chain. “Jenny this looks amazing and expensive.”

“I thought it would look nice on you.”

“It will, I’ll wear it tomorrow with the clothes you picked out.” I gave Jenny a hug. “Thank you for this and for your help. I feel so much better than I did before dinner.”

Jenny gave me a few other pointers on womanhood before I went back to studying. It took enough time that I wasn’t able to fully catch up on my studies, but at least now I wouldn’t totally stress out every time I had to pee.

Wednesday morning Jenny showed me the proper way to hook a bra. Baring my chest in front of her embarrassed me to no end, but she said that if she was going to teach me how to be a girl I’d better get over it quick. She also helped me with my makeup and hair and even picked out some bracelets and earrings which she thought went well with the butterfly necklace. I liked the result. The sweater fell to the top of my thighs and almost looked like a short dress. I’d seen girls at school wearing sweaters like this and I always appreciated the way it made them look; it was a vast improvement over yesterday.

Seth texted me a few minutes later letting me know he’d arrived. I hugged Jenny goodbye, grabbed my purse and book bag and headed outside. When I entered the car, Seth gave me an approving look, but did not say anything, not even a ‘Hello’.

“Oh go on and say it,” I said. After all the work Jenny and I’d done this morning I found I wanted to hear him say it.

“You look really nice Kaylee,” Seth replied. “You looked nice yesterday, but you look really nice today.”

“Thank you, Jenny helped me.” I couldn’t help smiling. Seth’s comment made me feel pretty good, even better than I thought it would. “I told her about the wish and now she is going to help me with makeup and stuff.”

“You actually told her?” Seth asked, looking a little shocked. “Did she believe you?”

“No, but she’s going to help me anyway and she won’t tell anyone else, she’s also helping me with the costume, so I’m going to wear the Black Cat costume on Saturday.”

“Sweet,” Seth said as he pumped his arm in victory. “Well, hopefully we’ll find that store before Saturday, but if we don’t it’ll be awesome going as Black Cat and Spiderman.”

“Yeah, well my vote is for finding the store,” I replied.

Seth and I were back to talking like our normal selves. We joked around and had our normal arguments like whether the Hulk could take Thor or who was faster, the Flash or Superman. Conversationally it was like nothing had changed, we were still best friends. I did catch him looking at my breasts a few times, but if he’d suddenly grown a pair of tits I’d have checked him out as well. After school Seth and I drove by a couple malls that were nearby, but neither had the store we desired. We got back to my place just in time for dinner.

After dinner Jenny met me in my room and had me try on the Black Cat boots. “The trick to walking in heels is, first and foremost, walking with confidence," She began. "Trust yourself and don’t over think it. Start walking across the room and remember walk heel to toe.”

I stood and wobbled a little and tentatively walked across the room with my arms held out from my body for balance.

“Okay, not too bad. This time stand a little taller, head up, shoulders back. Bend the knees slightly too.”

I think I did a bit better this time, it did feel a little more natural this time. Judging from my sister’s face as I turned and headed back to her, I still needed more work.

“This time don’t look at your feet. Look ahead and keep your arms down if you can. Also, imagine there is a line on the ground and put each foot on the line as you walk so each foot lands just in front of the other. Also, you do not need to take big steps, take small ones at first and as you get more comfortable you can take longer strides.”

I tried to follow all of Jenny’s advice when I did the walk. When I turned this time she was smiling.

“Great job, now wear those whenever you're at home for the rest of the week and you’ll not only get more comfortable walking in them, but it’ll help break them in, something you’ll be thankful for on Saturday when you wear them all day. You should walk in them outside a little too; it will scuff the bottoms so they won’t be too slippery.”

“Thanks Jenny,” I said.

“Oh, I have something else for you,” she said as she jumped off the bed and raced out of the room. When she returned she was holding a small Victoria’s Secret bag. “I picked this up for you.” She handed me the bag.

I opened the bag and pulled out a bra of a type I’d never seen before; it had the cups of a bra, but lacked straps and was made out of a rubbery material. I just stared at her.

“This is a silicon demi bra that adheres to your breasts and will give you the cleavage we are looking for,” she informed me.

I pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, you really didn’t have to.”

“It was nothing, now remember, practice, practice, practice.”

I wore the heels for the rest of the night and by the time I headed to bed I found it much easier to navigate in them.

The next two days were filled with school, studying, failed attempts at finding the Spells R Us store and walking around the house in my heels. On Thursday night Jenny gave me shaving lessons and pointers on feminine hygiene. When it came time for bed on Friday night I was nervous about the big day at the convention. Jenny said she would help me with my makeup and wig in the morning, she kept reassuring me that it would be fine once I got there. She even showed me some ‘sexy’ poses for pictures with Seth. I was hesitant at first, but she was relentless so I gave in tried them out in front of the mirror. It felt fun and exciting and scary at the same time. I wasn’t scared of someone thinking I was a hussy or a slut; I was scared that I liked it too much. I was still a guy on the inside and I didn’t want to lose that.

In the morning, after a shower, I donned the costume with the demi bra. True to her word Jenny applied my makeup and affixed the wig properly. I wasn’t sure how she managed to get all my normal hair hidden under the wig, but it involved half a box of hair pins. I checked my reflection in my bedroom’s mirror and could scarcely believe that the sexy vixen being reflected was actually me.

“Kaylee, Seth is here,” my mom called from down stairs.

“You can do this Kaylee. Remember that it is okay to look good and everyone is going to love your outfit,” Jenny said. “I expect a full report when you get back.”

“Thanks for all your help,” I replied as I grabbed my purse. I slowly navigated my way down the stairs holding onto the stairway rail the whole way. My confidence in heels had grown considerably over the last few days and while going upstairs was a breeze, heading down stairs still made me a little nervous.

“Morning Seth, I’m ready to go anytime,” I said.

Seth, in his Spiderman costume, turned and looked at me and his eyes went wide. “Wow! Kaylee you look amazing,” Seth gushed.

“Thanks you look great too, we should probably go now,” I replied as I felt my face grow hot in embarrassment.

“Not so fast, I want pictures,” my mom demanded.

A few minutes later we were finally in Seth’s car and he started up again.

“Wow, you are totally rocking that costume. Jesus I can’t believe how good you look. And those heels, when did you learn to walk in heels like that?” Seth asked, very excited.

“Listen, you’d better take it down a notch, I’m really uneasy about this and I don’t need you making a big deal about it,” I scolded. “Please remember that it’s me, Keith, in this body.”

“Sorry man, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologized. After a moment he continued. “You do look good though,” he said more casually.

“Jenny helped me out a lot. She showed me how to walk in these shoes and she did my makeup and also showed me how to make my breasts look bigger”

“You look like one of the professional booth babes, not a causal fan,” he said.

“Well, thank you. I am still trying to get used to looking like this. One thing you can do for me though is don’t leave me alone today, please. I’m very nervous and I don’t want to do it alone.”

“No, problem, I’ll stick by you all day. Thank you for doing this. I can’t imagine what it must be like to go through a change like you did. You’re handling it really well. I don’t know if I’d leave the house.”

“The thought had crossed my mind, but I’m not going to stop living my life just because I have different equipment,” I replied.

Seth started the car and we began our journey to the city’s convention center. Once we arrived my inner fanboy took over and I was too excited to be nervous. I’d brought my autograph book along and was giddy at the prospect of completing my collection of the Walking Dead cast. My Black Cat costume didn’t allow me to walk as fast as Seth, but he was a gentleman and stayed close to me just as he had promised. Most of the floor was smooth concrete and easy to navigate, but there were power cables running across the floor in some places and in others the dreaded stairs. When traversing an area that challenged my skill in heels, I would take a hold of Seth’s arm for balance. He didn’t seem to mind this in the least.

While standing in line for autographs I was startled when I was approached by another fan with a camera. “Can I get a picture of you?” he asked.

Jenny had warned me of this. “Sure,” I replied. I turned to the photographer, stood tall, put one hand on a cocked hip.

“Can I get one with Spiderman too?” He asked after taking a couple photos.

Seth stood next to me held out his wrist like he was shooting web. I struck an action pose; I turned slightly to the side, crouched slightly with my chest thrust and my hands in karate action mode.

“Thanks, you two make a great couple,” he said as he departed.

“Nice poses, you looked amazing doing that,” Seth whispered to me. “I always appreciated the girls who got into character when in costume.”

“Jenny gave me some tips last night,” I replied quietly. “You know, that was more fun than I thought it’d be.”

“Remind me to thank her when we get back,” Seth said.

The convention experience was much like all the others we'd attended over the years, a mixture of racing to an event just to stand in line, interspersed with geeking out at the celebrities in attendance, to drooling over all the geeky merchandise our college life budgets didn't allow us to buy. I caught others taking pictures of me while we were in line or walking to an event. Several others asked me to pose. I had one of them take pictures of Seth and me with my iPhone. I found the whole thing very flattering and all the attention a little intoxicating. People had taken pictures of Seth and me occasionally over the years at these things, but nothing even remotely approaching the amount today.

The day was almost ruined near the end of the day when some asshole grabbed my ass. We were standing in line for another autograph when I felt a large, strong hand grab my right butt cheek. I was so startled I shrieked and jumped forward and crashed into the person in front of me. I bounced off that person and almost fell over. Rude laughter came from behind me.

"Hey, be careful!" Said the person in front of me.

I whipped around and glared at the rather large man behind me. He looked to be in his late twenties and a gym regular. "Watch it asshole!" I growled.

"You’re real pretty when you're angry," he laughed. "How about some jumping jacks so I can watch your tits bounce," he said, leering at my cleavage.

I stepped back and covered my chest with my arms.

"You better back off, jerk!" Seth stepped in front of me protectively.

The guy had a couple inches and around 40 pounds of muscle on Seth. He stepped forward and bumped his muscled chest against Seth. "What are you going to do about it runt? Shoot me with silly string out of your web slingers? Get out of my face before I kick your ass."

"No, it's you who'd better leave. If you think I'm going to let you harass my friend and get away with it you have another thing coming." Seth looked deadly serious. I wouldn't have messed with him looking at me like that, but I'd never been as big as the guy he was standing up against.

"Plus he won’t be alone,” came a voice from behind us. “Beat it or we’ll all kick your ass.” Superman said. “And if we see you messing with any of the other girls here we won’t be so nice next time." He, Batman and the rest of the Justice League had come up behind us unnoticed.

The asshole, now severely outnumbered, turned and made a hasty retreat. We thanked our fellow conventioneers for their help.

When they’d left I found I was shaking a little bit. I slipped my arm through Seth's and leaned into him. "Thank you Seth. That was really brave of you, that guy was big and really scary."

"I would have punched him,” Seth replied. “He really pissed me off. I don’t care if he kicked my ass I wasn't going to let him mess with you."

The rest of the convention was fairly uneventful. I'd gathered the rest of the autographs I'd needed, got pictures with all the celebrities I could and after a marathon twelve hours we were headed back home. On the way home we made plans for hitting some more malls on Sunday. After Seth dropped me off at home Jenny wanted me to tell her about the day. She gave me a knowing smile when I told her how the paparazzi made me feel. She was horrified when I told her about mister grabby hands, but this changed to admiration when I let her know how Seth handled it.

"Wow, sounds like Seth really likes you," she said when I had finished.

"Well, yeah we've been friends since grade school," I replied.

"That's not really what I meant."

"Its not that way between us,” I assured her. “We're just friends."

"Okay," she said and let it drop.

I went upstairs and removed the makeup, wig, costume, heels and demi bra. I slipped into sweatpants, a cami with a shelf bra and my bunny slippers and headed back downstairs to watch TV with my family. After a couple hours I went to bed.

When Seth picked me up on Sunday it turned out that we were both wearing matching Walking Dead t-shirts we'd bought at the convention yesterday. Jenny had helped me accentuate my look though. I'd always marveled at how some girls could wear a t-shirt and jeans and make it look like fashion, whereas other girls looked like they were slumming. Jenny showed me that a bit of effort went into the former. She had me wear my hair down, but she arranged it so that it hung in a way that showed my ears upon which she placed some dangly earrings. She added eye shadow and lip gloss to the mascara and eyeliner. The result had me looking casual, but flirty too. She was having a lot of fun helping me get dressed and I liked our time together and the resulting look. While Jenny and I had been close growing up there was always a bit of a distance between us, one that was vanishing quickly with our new bonding over clothes and makeup.

The trip to the malls that day turned out to be a total bust. We had to drive hours to each one and then spend a lot of time searching the mall itself. We didn't trust information to tell us if a magical store was on the premises or not. Each failure weighed heavier on our moods, making us quite glum by the end of the day. It was quite the juxtaposition from just the day before. We arrived at Seth’s house just before 8pm to watch the latest episode of Game of Thrones as we had every Sunday evening for the last seven weeks.

After the show, Seth drove me home. On the way he was strangely silent like something weighed on his mind. When we pulled up to my house Seth turned to me. "Kaylee, can I ask you for a weird favor?" Seth asked hesitantly.

He seemed nervous, which in turn made me a little nervous. I wondered what he could possibly want to ask me that would make him nervous. "That would depend on what the favor is," I replied.

"I was thinking, you know how we used to always say that girls only ever seemed to want to go out with guys who already had girlfriends?" He asked, getting a little bolder. "You know, how it seems like a guy gets no attention, but once he has a girl on his arm then suddenly all the girls want him."

"Yeah, I remember," I said, not liking where this was going. "Not that I ever had a girlfriend in the first place to test that theory."

"Well, I was wondering if you would pretend to be my girlfriend at school and soccer."

"Pretend how?" I asked without humor.

"Uh, I hadn't really thought about it that far. I guess hold hands."

I said nothing for about a minute. "I’ll think about it,” I said as I opened the car door. "I'll see you tomorrow at eight. Oh and thanks for driving today."

Once back in the house I grabbed Jenny and dragged her into my bedroom and closed the door.

"You are not going to believe what Seth just asked me,” I said.

"It can’t be good with that expression on your face,” she replied.

"He asked if I would be his pretend girlfiend." I explained our theory on women and the way they responded to a guy already involved.

"Well, I suppose there is a lot of truth to that theory,” she admitted. “What did you say?"

"I told him I would think about it," I replied. "What do you think? I mean I want to help Seth, but I'm not sure about this."

"Well, I think you should do it."

"Really?" I didn’t expect this answer from her.

"Sure, why not?” She asked. “All you'd need to do to pull it off is hold hands and the occasional quick kiss. If it gets weird you can tell him you don’t want to do it anymore. You should set some firm ground rules up front though. Let Seth know exactly how far you’re willing to take this charade," she instructed.

"Uhh…okay," I replied.

Monday morning found me throwing my gym bag into the back of Seth's car at eight in the morning. We had a soccer game after school today.

"Okay, I'll do it," I said as soon as Seth started driving. “I'll pretend to be your girlfriend while at school or at soccer or if we are in public and someone from school is around, but there are a few rules. First, no touching below the waist; grab my ass and the deals off,” I stated. “Second, no touching my breasts; touch them not only is the deal off, but also I kick your ass."

"Fine, I totally agree to those terms," Seth replied looking like he had just swallowed the canary.

"I'm not finished. We can hold hands and we can kiss hello and kiss goodbye, preferably a peck, but more if we need to put on a bit of a show. But no tongue! Stick your tongue in my mouth and you'll draw back a stump, got it?"

"Thank you for doing this Kaylee, I'll probably get a girlfriend within a week with your help."

"I hope you’re right," I replied.

As soon as we arrived at school and I’d gathered my purse and book bag I took a hold of Seth's hand and we walked to our first class holding each other's hands. We held hands throughout our first class, on our way to our second class and all the way up to lunch where Seth carried my lunch tray for me. After lunch and a study hour he walked me to my Humanities class. Seth had a computer science class this hour. When we arrived at my classroom he took me by the arms and gave me a big kiss.

"Goodbye Kaylee, I'll see you in an hour," he said.

"Bye Seth," I replied. As I watched Seth walk away I reflected on the day; so far it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. Holding hands was actually kind of pleasant and having my tray carried for me made me feel special. The kiss wasn't that bad either. I’d been dreading actually kissing a guy, but it turned out to be okay. It was definitely different than kissing a girl, not that I had a lot of experience in that area, his lips were firm against mine and I had to tilt my head back, which made me feel small. He also smelled real nice. Pretending to be his girlfriend probably wouldn't be that hard to pull off.

As I entered the class one of the students, a pretty girl named Ashley, called me over. “Sit here Kaylee,” she said as I approached her.

I hardly knew Ashley and only knew her name because I’d heard the teacher call her name many times in class. I wondered if I knew her better in this reality; I wondered if we were friends. “What’s up Ashley,” I replied once I sat down next to her.

“So, are you and Seth an item now?” She asked.

“Yeah, we like each other.”

“It looked a little more than like and a lot more like like-like. I see you two together all the time laughing at each other’s jokes, I’ve wondered if it would ever become something more. I think it’s great; you two make a cute couple.”

“Thanks, he’s a real great guy,” I replied. I was happy to see that people were noticing, hopefully Seth’s plan would work quickly and we could stop pretending.

After school Seth and I decided to recheck some of the closer malls. If the store could disappear from mall, perhaps it could reappear there as well. At the mall near the school we held hands again, figuring that the likelihood of being spotted by a classmate was fairly high. At the mall further from town we dropped the pretense. Unsuccessful in our search we grabbed some fast food on our way out and headed to soccer. On the way I pulled my hair into a ponytail and added a couple hair pins to keep my hair out of my face while playing. Once at the field I grabbed my bag and headed into the restroom to change into my soccer outfit, cleats and a sports bra.

When I had finished I found Seth talking with a couple teammates near the field. I walked up behind him and slid my arms around his waist, when he turned toward me I stood on my tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“Miss me?” I asked in my best lovey dovey voice.

“You know it, Kaylee.” He replied and gave me another quick peck.

“Okay, get a room you two,” hooted Gary, one of our teammates. A few others chuckled.

During halftime the girls on the team drilled me for information on Seth’s and my new relationship. They wanted details and they wanted them now. I finally decided to tell them that the incident at the convention was the turning point. In a way it was, it made me see Seth in a different light. While in actuality it did not make me get all hot and bothered and want to be his girl, it did make me respect him a lot more. It made me realize that I could depend on him in a whole new way. While I was a girl he was going to keep me safe and that felt really good.

It also turned out that Lauren was throwing a party on Friday night and invited the whole team to attend. It was a BYOB and while Seth and I could not legally buy or drink alcohol yet she said it was still okay if we came, but we had to promise not to drink just in case the party got raided. We agreed.

That night I told Jenny about my day pretending to be Seth’s girlfriend and about the party.

“Not so bad a task was it?” She asked with a smile.

“It was okay,” I replied, beginning to blush.

“Just okay? Why do I have this feeling that it was better than just okay?” She looked at me knowingly.

“Stop teasing me. I’m just doing it as a favor,” I said in a huff.

“All right I’ll stop,” she said. “We will have to get you something nice for the party. We can go shopping Thursday night after school.”

“I don’t have much money,” I replied.

“Don’t worry about that, we won’t be paying for it,” she said cryptically.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday at school were pretty much like Monday, Seth and I playing boyfriend/girlfriend and searching malls afterwards. Seth did get a bit of good news on Tuesday night. He’d found an online newsgroup that catered to Spells R Us sightings. It was free to sign up, but required a site administrator to grant access. Seth received the administrator’s confirmation on Tuesday night and was able to search postings for any clue that might help us. While there were some posts with recent sightings they were all on the other side of the country. Seth created a post with his sighting and asked for any help in locating the store close to us.

Thursday night Jenny let me in on her plan to get money for shopping. She planned on double teaming our dad. Just after dinner, when he watching TV from his favorite chair, she pulled me aside. “Follow my lead,” she whispered. She walked up to the side of his chair and sat on one of the large cushioned arms. “Hi Daddy, how are you tonight?” She made a head motion for me to join her.

“Oh no, what do you want now?” He asked with exasperation. ‘I am already shelling out a fortune for your wedding, what else could you possibly want?”

I sat down on the chair’s other arm and put an arm around my dad. “Hello Daddy, I hope your evening is going well.”

“Not you too, this isn’t fair,” he cried.

“Girls, play nice now,” my mom laughed from the other side of the room.

“I want to take Kaylee shopping for some clothes; can you give us some money?” Jenny asked sweetly.

“Please Daddy,” I echoed.

“Fine, how much do you want?” He asked.

“You are such a softy George,” my mom sighed.

An hour later we were at the local mall looking through clothes in one of the many shops that catered to young women’s clothing.

“Are you ready to go with a skirt?” Jenny asked while examining a rather tiny piece of cloth.

“No, not at all,” I replied.

“You do know that you’ll be wearing a dress at my wedding. You should probably get in a little practice before hand.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want my first experience to be at my first real party as a girl.”

“Okay, but we should have you practice wearing one next week. Oooh, how about this?” Jenny pulled out a pair of shiny, silver, metallic looking tights with a black design that looked Gaelic in origin.

“I don’t know, those look pretty bold,” I said.

“I’ll grab a top and you can try it on,” she said while handing me the tights. “I think this will look awesome.”

Jenny searched some more and settled on a black sleeveless blouse and a black jacket and bustled me to the changing room. I had to admit that it looked really good together. The jacket fell to just below my hips and the combination of the basic top and adventurous tights gave me what Jenny called a ‘Causal Party’ look. A term I think she made that up on the spot.

Jenny looked me up and down and had me turn around. She gave an approving nod. “I have a pair of heels that will go perfect with this,” she said. “We’re probably going to run over what Dad gave us, but I’ll take care of the rest.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can get something else,” I replied.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, do you want to get something else?” she asked.

I gazed at my reflection. “No,” I said quietly.

“Good, it’s settled then,” she said triumphantly. “When we get home I’ll paint your nails and you can practice on mine.”

I changed back into my regular clothes and found I was now really excited for tomorrow. I wondered what Seth was going say when he saw me wearing these tights. I hoped he liked them as much as I did.

On Friday I awoke after having my first dream as Kaylee, well the first dream I remembered anyway. I don’t remember many of my dreams, but this one was still vivid in my mind when I woke up. In the dream I was dressed as the Black Cat again and was walking through a mall when suddenly I was being chased. I could not see my pursuer, but I knew it was a he. I also knew that he was very large and wanted to hurt me…and worse. I fled as quickly as I could in my three inch heeled boots. The presence slowly gained ground on me, but I still couldn’t see it. Soon it loomed over me, and I recognized it as the man from the convention, the one who’d grabbed my butt, only he was much larger now and quite evil. He reached out a massive hand to take possession of me, when suddenly he was struck in the face with a white sticky substance.

“Hey ya big bully, you get off on picking on ladies do you, well let’s see how you do against little old me,” called Spiderman as he kicked the monster. A quick series of kicks, punches and a liberal does of webbing and my attacker was soon totally subdued.

“Thank you Spiderman, how can I ever thank you?” I cooed.

“Join me for some ice cream,” Spiderman replied. He swooped me up into his arms, shot some webbing onto the ceiling and we were soon swinging through the air to the ice cream shop.

We found a table in the shop and Spiderman bought us a single bowl of ice cream with two spoons. I was just about to take a bite when another Spiderman and Black Cat entered the shop. They sat down at the table with us and introduced themselves as Peter Parker and Felicia Hardy, the real Spiderman and Black Cat. I turned to my Spiderman and he pulled off his mask and revealed that it was actually Seth who was my rescuer. I was stunned; I stared at him in adoration.

“I heard how you took care of that thug today, you’ve got real good moves kid,” Peter said to Seth. “How’d you like to help me out by subbing for me from time to time? So, I can get a real vacation with Felicia here.”

“And I can show you some of my moves so you can sub for me at the same time,” the real Black Cat said to me.

I was just about to reply when the Mall’s burglar alarm began blaring throughout the mall.

“The malls under attack, come on, you two can help us defend it.” Peter shouted.

Just as we headed out of the ice cream shop to save the day I woke up. The mall alarm was my alarm clock in actuality. I decided right away to keep this dream to myself and not share it with Jenny or Seth. It was too embarrassing on several levels.

At school Seth commented on my metallic silver nails. I told him it was just more of Jenny’s lessons in femininity. We held hands throughout the day as we had all week. I caught myself checking out my nails throughout the day. They made my hands look really pretty.

Outside my Humanities class we kissed goodbye for several seconds. I’d noticed that our goodbye kisses had been getting a little longer each day. I’d considered saying something, but I found I actually liked kissing Seth. Plus, I think it made the other girls in the class a little jealous.

I sat by Ashley once I entered the class. We’d been sitting together every day since Monday. It was kind of nice talking to another girl my own age. “I like your nails, they look really nice,” Ashley said as soon as I sat.

“That top is too cute on you,” I replied. “How was your date with Bradley last night?”

Ashley launched into a very detailed recounting of her activities the prior night. She promised to finish after class when she was interrupted by our instructor starting class halfway through her tale.

After school I headed home to prepare for Lauren’s party. Even though I was wearing tights I decided to shave my legs. I liked how they felt without any hair, so soft and smooth. After my shower I applied moisturizer to my body. Once in my room Jenny took a curling iron to my hair. For a half hour she would curl and brush, curl and brush. The result was full, wavy, lustrous hair that cascaded over my shoulder to the tops of my breasts. I looked like a shampoo commercial.

With Jenny’s supervision I applied my own make up. She had me use liquid eyeliner this time and extend it past my eyes, giving me what she called a ‘winged’ look. Dark eye shadow, some blush and very red lipstick were next. The final look made my face as daring as the tights. Jenny’s shoes were a little loose so she had me put on some nude nylons which seemed to help a little. The nylons felt amazing on my legs.

My dad was not as thrilled when he saw me. He didn’t say anything. He looked like he wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say, which was unusual for him. He looked at my face, then the tights and then the three inch, black, patent leather heels on my feet. Then he started back at the top and worked his way down again.

My mom eventually rescued him. She came up beside him and put her arm around his waist. “Our baby is all grown up George. Doesn’t she look pretty?” She asked looking at me with a wistful smile.

“Yes, you look very pretty Kaylee,” he said recovering himself. “And very grown up. I take it your sister dressed you tonight.”

“Jenny helped me. Why is something wrong?” I asked suddenly very self conscious.

“Nothing’s wrong Kaylee. You look beautiful. Your father is just having trouble adjusting to the fact that his little girl is a woman now; he’ll get used to it eventually.”

When Seth arrived a few minutes later wearing a nice dress shirt and casual slacks my mom had us pose for some pictures, which embarrassed both of us. Afterwards my dad asked him to join him in his study for a few moments. Once the door was closed I turned to Jenny and my mom.

“What is Dad doing with Seth?” I asked, puzzled.

“Don’t worry Kaylee; Dad is just giving him the ‘talk’. He used to do it to all the guys who took me out.”

A few minutes later Seth and my dad rejoined us.

“You ready Kaylee?” Seth asked.

I nodded and soon we were on our way. On the way to the party I asked Seth what my dad said to him.

“He asked me what I valued most and I told him it was my copy of issue 83 of Journey into Mystery,” Seth said.

“The one with the first appearance of Thor, right? That’s worth what, like five grand?” Seth had let me look at it once, but wouldn’t even let me hold it in its protective case.

“Probably more now. Well, your dad said that you are worth more to him than a thousand comics. That he valued you more than all of his possessions and all that he would ever acquire and for me to remember that tonight and treat you as such.”

“No pressure,” I laughed.

“Your dad really loves you Kaylee.”

“Clearly, not that he cared that much when I was a guy,” I said, feeling old resentment resurface. “I was just a disappointment to him then. I probably wasn’t even worth a mangled copy of Howard the Duck to him back then.”

“Come on, you know that’s not true,” Seth replied.

“You haven’t been around him Seth to see the way he treats me now. Before, all he did was ride me and remind me how crappy I was at sports, now he’s so ‘proud of me’ for my good grades. I got good grades as a guy too,” I said, my voice rising. “This year, as a girl, he gets me a 32 gig iPhone. You remember what I got last year as a guy?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “A fucking video game, Prototype 2 to be precise. To be fair I liked it at the time, I just didn’t know that if I’d had tits I’d have gotten a fucking iPhone.”

“You don’t know that Kaylee. You could’ve gotten the iPhone this year as a Keith as well,” Seth placated.

“Yeah right and I all I’d have to do as a guy is bat my eyes and he’d give me 200 bucks too I suppose. My dad was an asshole to me as a guy; now I walk on water. That’s one thing I’m not looking forward to returning to, not that we’re ever going to find that store.”

“We’ll find it Kaylee, it’s just a matter of time,” Seth replied.

“I don’t know anymore,” I said dejectedly. “I think I’m going to be a girl for the rest of my life.”

When we arrived I slipped my arm through Seth’s and held onto him while we walked up to Lauren’s house. It was a large house which she shared with a couple other people and it was a joint party that all the roomies were throwing. This made for a very large, very diverse group of people. It took a while of winding through the crowded rooms to finally find Lauren in the kitchen playing barkeep. She gave me a big hug once she saw me.

“Wow, Kaylee you look amazing!” She shouted, trying to be heard over the techno music blaring from the next room. “I’ve only ever seen you in your soccer gear before; you have a great style.” She turned to Seth. “You’d better hold on to her tight tonight Seth; otherwise one of these guys will try and snatch her away from you.” She told him. “You look nice too by the way. You two have fun, I’ll see you later.”

We wandered around the place and it was mostly people talking and drinking inside and people talking, drinking and smoking outside. We decided to stay inside and talk together, not that we could hear each other very well over the music. A couple teammates wandered by at various times and we exchanged pleasantries. After an hour people started dancing together in the center of the room. Seth asked me if I would like to dance, but I declined. I told him I needed to pee and would be back in a few minutes.

Unfortunately there was a massive line to the bathroom and comprised entirely of women. I suspected most of the guys had found a private place in the back yard to take a piss. I know I would have done the same thing a couple weeks ago when I was a guy. That was one thing that definitely sucked about being a girl; I really missed taking a piss standing.

Eventually it was my turn and I quickly did my business and then touched up my lips before making my way back into the throng of people to find Seth. At first I couldn’t find him; he wasn’t where I’d left him. Then I saw that he was actually in the middle of the room dancing with a tall, blonde girl I didn’t recognize. I didn’t know why, but I suddenly got very angry. My first impulse was to walk over to them, grab the girl by the hair and scream at her ‘Get your own guy, slut’, but then I remembered that this was the whole point of our little charade. I’d been pretending all week that I was Seth’s girlfriend so that this very thing would happen.

After a few minutes the song ended and they said something to each other and she went one way and Seth walked over to me.

“Enjoying yourself I see,” I said.

“Oh, her? She’s here with someone else, but he didn’t want to dance, so I said I would,” Seth explained. “He actually thanked me for offering to dance with her.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the center of the room. “I changed my mind, I want to dance now,” I said.

I didn’t really know how to dance, but I didn’t care at the moment. If Seth was going to dance with someone tonight it was going to be me. I was hesitant at first, but when I saw Seth smiling at me and bobbing to the beat I joined in and tried to forget about all the people around us. A couple songs later I really started to get into it. The beat was so persuasive; I could feel it pounding throughout my body. Another couple songs and I began to lose myself in the music. It became a part of me; I was the music and the music was me. There was only me, the music and Seth.

We took a break after many more songs to answer nature’s call and find some drinks to quench our thirst. When we began to dance again I noticed that a lot of the guys were watching us, well me really. As I swayed to the music, I remembered back to the few parties I’d attended in high school. I remembered seeing the pretty girls dance, their bodies undulating to the music. I loved watching them; it was hot, erotic and somewhat sexual. I realized that tonight I was one of those girls. All the guys were watching me that way. It turned me on.

Several hours later Seth dropped me off at home. We made plans for an all day road trip to a couple malls in a city in another part of the state. Once inside I headed upstairs and kicked Jenny’s shoes off my aching feet. Dancing had been fun, but doing it in heels did a number on the feet. I walked over to Jenny’s room, my nylon clad feet slick on the hardwood floors.

“Jenny, you awake?” I asked quietly from outside her door. When there was no response I headed back to my room to remove my makeup and get ready for bed.

When I awoke in the morning I discovered that Jenny wasn’t home. My mom informed me over breakfast that she had an early appointment with the florist and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. This meant that I’d be gone on my road trip by the time she returned. I found I was fairly disappointed. I yearned to tell her about my evening and how Seth’s dancing with the blonde had made me feel. I thought about calling her, but I figured she had enough on her plate without me adding to it. I went solo on my makeup for the first time and was pleased with the results.

Seth and I played trivia games during our four hour drive to our destination. We would name three actors from a movie and the other had to guess the title. We tried to pick the most obscure actor we could think of to screw with the other person. It was a lot of fun and we laughed a lot as usual. When we arrived, just before we exited the car, I did something that even surprised me. As soon as Seth unbuckled I slid over, grabbed his head and began kissing him. He was surprised at first, but soon got into it. We kissed for a couple minutes.

“What was that for?” He asked when we finally stopped.

“I don’t know, I just felt like kissing you,” I replied. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, okay.”

When we left the car I took hold of his hand like we’d been doing all week, but there was little chance of a classmate seeing us this far from home. Seth looked down at our hands and smiled, but said nothing.

As we walked through the mall I wondered what I was doing. When I agreed to be Seth’s pretend girlfriend I had set firm boundaries so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea and try to take things too far, but here I was breaking one of the rules myself. I looked down at my hand in his and told myself to let go. I told myself that it wasn’t too late, just let go of his hand and make up some excuse for the kiss in the car, but I didn’t let go. I didn’t want to. I thought back to last night, dancing with Seth and how much fun it had been. I thought about the convention when Seth had stood up for me, all the fun we’d had together on the four hour drive. I thought about the years we’d known each other and how much he’d always meant to me. I then thought of the girl he’d danced with last night and it occurred to me that I didn’t want to lose him to some blonde hussy.

“Want to catch a movie?” I asked when we passed the mall’s theater complex.

“Okay, what do you want to see?” he asked. He looked a little confused.

“I don’t know, let’s see what’s playing,” I replied.

It turned out that there was a movie starting in a few minutes, but it was a lame family comedy that normally we’d have avoided like the plague. I told Seth I wanted to see that movie. He shrugged and bought a couple tickets. Inside he bought a bucket of popcorn and a couple drinks. The movie had been out for a few weeks so the theater was deserted. I led Seth to the back row. As soon as we sat, I pulled up the arm rest between us, pulled Seth’s arm around me and snuggled up against him. He held me tightly while I laid my head on his shoulder. After a few moments I looked up at him; he looked back at me. I moved my head slightly toward his and he quickly closed the gap and we were kissing again. After a couple minutes Seth pulled away.

“What’s going on Kaylee?” Seth asked. “I’m not complaining, but what are we doing?”

“Don’t talk,” I whispered. I grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his lips back to mine.

We continued to kiss through the previews. Once the movie started I pulled away. “Hold me while we watch the movie, okay? I want to watch the movie holding onto each other.” My face felt hot and my panties damp.

Seth agreed and grabbed the popcorn and set it on his lap, I suspected to cover his excitement. We shared the popcorn while snuggled together and watched a pretty lame movie. It was one of the best movie going experiences I’d had up to that point.

We didn’t talk a lot during the drive to and search of the second mall. We held onto each other and enjoyed being together.

On the drive home we started up another trivia game to pass the time. We were laughing and joking again within 20 minutes of our four hour trip home. When we got to my house it was after 11pm; Seth walked me to my front door.

I took hold of both of Seth’s hands. “Seth, I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

He looked at me in shock and horror. “What do you mean?”

“Can I be your girlfriend for real?” I asked, looking at the ground.

Seth lifted my chin. “Nothing would make me happier, Kaylee.” He lowered his face to mine and began to kiss me.

After a couple moments I pulled back an inch. “You know that rule about no French kissing?” I asked. “That was a stupid rule.”

Seth leaned in and began kissing me again. After a second his tongue entered my mouth and our tongues danced with each other. A few minutes later I felt his hands slide down to my bottom. I pulled his hands up and broke the kiss.

“The other two rules are still in effect, mister.” I admonished lightly. “Good night Seth, call me tomorrow, Okay?” I stretched up and gave him another quick kiss before retreating into my house.

Jenny woke me early Sunday morning with coffee and a barrage of questions. “I’m sorry I missed you yesterday, I’ve been dying to know how the party went,” she began.

I told her about the party and dancing with Seth. I also told her about the blonde and how my blood boiled initially. I told her about the movie and how I’d asked Seth if we could be boyfriend and girlfriend for real.

“What’d he say?” She asked immediately.

“Yes,” I squealed, smiling from ear to ear.

Jenny gave me a big hug, almost spilling our coffee. “I thought this might happen and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

“So is that why you encouraged me to pretend to be Seth’s girlfriend?” I asked.

“We tend to become what we pretend to be,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Plus, you two have been friends for so long, it only seemed natural.”

“Well, thank you. I’m glad your plan worked, although I don’t know what I’m going to do if I find that store now. It’ll be pretty awkward being around Seth as a guy after we’ve French kissed.”

“So, you’re still sticking to that game?” She asked with a frown. “Don’t you think it’s time you dropped it Kaylee?”

I was at a loss for a moment. “You still don’t believe me?” I asked in a small voice.

“Hang on a moment.” She grabbed our empty coffee cups and headed out of the room. A few minutes later she returned with two full cups of coffee resting on four photo albums which she was carried horizontally. I jumped up and grabbed the coffee. Jenny sat on the bed and opened one of the albums. I wrapped myself in my robe and sat next to her. She started turning pages until she came to a page with a series of photos of a birthday party. It was a young girl’s party and by the decorations it looked like a Dora the Explorer themed party. I recognized my mom and dad in the photos and even my sister, who looked to be around twelve. I didn’t recognize the birthday girl, but I could guess that it was me. Counting the candles on the birthday cake it looked to be my seventh birthday.

“Does any of this look familiar?” Jenny asked while looking at the photos.

“No,” I replied. “I remember my seventh birthday, but it was SpongeBob, not Dora.”

She looked at me with a concerned expression. “Perhaps you have some weird kind of amnesia, we should probably tell Mom and Dad. A doctor might be able to help you.”

“A doctor can’t help me, not in the way you think. I know it’s crazy and you don’t have to believe me, but it really did happen. I might think I was just going crazy, but Seth remembers me as Keith too.”

“I don’t know what to think Kaylee,” she said looking confused. “I’ve never known you to lie, but here is physical proof, pictures of you growing up a girl.”

“I know. I don’t know what to say.” I paused a moment. “Can you tell me about my past? Can we go through these photos and tell me about growing up together? I want to know.”

“Sure thing Kaylee, it could be fun,” she said, looking at little sad.

We had fun though. We started back at my birth, being five at the time she still remembered seeing her baby sister for the first time. She said it was like Mom had brought her home her very own real live baby doll. This was something she had said back when I was Keith too. It probably explained why we were always so close.

Jenny regaled me with stories of my youth, while we browsed the photos in the albums. Some of the stories and photos were very similar to the past I remembered as Keith. There were pictures of a camping trip that looked like nothing had changed except my gender. There were other pictures of events that didn’t happen when I was Keith. After several hours and much more coffee my phone rang. It was Seth. I kicked Jenny out of my room as I answered it.

“Afternoon sweetie,” I said.

“Hey baby,” Seth replied.

I lay down on the bed with my feet in the air and played with my hair while we talked for the next thirty minutes.

“Oh, before I forget my mom wants you to come to family dinner tonight. We can watch Game of Thrones after,” Seth said.

“Umm, Sunday dinner? I thought that was for your family only. I’ve know you for how many years and she never invited me before.”

“Well, it’s for family and their dates.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Look, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. You can come after and we can still watch Game of Thrones like normal,” he said quickly.

“No, I’ll come to dinner. It just took me by surprise is all. So, your mom knows that I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, I didn’t say anything while we were pretending, but now that it’s real I told her. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine,” I replied.

“I’ll pick you up at five tonight,” he said. “See you then Kaylee.”

“Bye Seth.”

I told Jenny about dinner and she suggested I wear a dress. I didn’t think I was ready to wear a dress, but she said that if the dinner was as sacrosanct as I made it out to be, then a dress was in order. She found a dress in my closet that looked like I’d probably worn it to church for Easter. It was yellow, had short sleeves, a thick ribbon that tied around the waist, and fell to just below my knees.

She had me wear the dress and practice sitting and standing for the next twenty minutes. She found some flats she thought went well with the dress and then dragged me to the garage and had me practice getting in and out of the car.

At four I showered and dressed. Jenny had me go very lightly with the makeup so it looked like I wasn’t even wearing any. For jewelry I wore the butterfly necklace Jenny had given me and studs in the ears. Jenny put my hair in a loose pony tail and tied it with a yellow ribbon. I stayed in my room and stressed for the next twenty minutes until I got a text from Seth saying he’d arrived.

I raced downstairs and met him at the door.

“Bye everyone!” I yelled back to the inside of the house and then closed the front door.

I threw my arms around Seth and gave him a big kiss. After the kiss, Seth looked at my outfit. “Wow, a dress.”

“Am I over dressed?” I felt my face go red. “I can change real quick”

“No! You look great. You are so pretty, Kaylee. I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Oh good. You had me worried for a minute,” I said, relaxing a little. I smiled. “Yes, you are lucky.” I slid my arm through his. “And so am I.”

His mom gushed over me for many minutes when we arrived. I think she had wanted Seth to bring a girl to the family dinner for some time. Dinner was awkward and I didn’t eat much, not that I ate that much these days, my appetite had diminished dramatically along with my stature, but tonight I ate even less than normal. I was very nervous and had no appetite. I tried to eat enough to be what I hoped was polite; no one said anything so perhaps I was successful. I’d been to Seth’s house many times in the past, but this was different. Seth and I were now officially an item in his family’s eyes.

After dinner Seth and I retreated to his family room and played some X-Box. Now that I no longer had my own console this was the only place I could play. I wondered if it looked weird, me dressed up like Mary Poppins and splattering zombies with an AK-47.

“I don’t think I’ll have much time for mall searches this week,” I said after we’d been playing for a few minutes. “I need to help Jenny with wedding stuff, Maid of Honor duties you know.”

“I can search without you,” Seth offered.

“No, it’s all right. You don’t have to waste your time.”

“I don’t mind really, it’s all my fault anyway. I should’ve just bought you ‘Dead Island Riptide’ from Game Stop like I’d originally planned.”

“It’s all right Seth,” I replied. “It’s not your fault.”

We played for a few more minutes. “I hope you don’t hate me for saying this, but I’m kind of happy it happened.” Seth stopped playing the game and looked at me. “I liked you as Keith, you were my best friend, but I really like you as Kaylee. Perhaps it won’t be that bad if we don’t find that store.”

I smiled. “Yeah, it won’t be that bad.” I put down the game controller and kissed him.

Monday morning at school and soccer at night were much the same as they had been the previous week, but this time we weren’t putting on a show. This time the hand holding and kissing were expressions of our feelings for each other, which only seemed to grow. I also had a new nickname at soccer, ‘Dancing Queen’.

Tuesday night my mom and I helped Jenny decide on a seating chart for the wedding reception while we made placards. Later Jenny and I had a cram session on all of her bridesmaids whom I was supposed to know fairly well.

Wednesday night it was Seth’s turn to be my date at family dinner. Zack was in town and my mom went all out. I decided to not only wear a skirt, but I also went solo on the makeup and hair again. Seth appreciated it when I dressed up and I appreciated him appreciating me.

Apparently being a date at my family’s dinner didn’t affect Seth’s appetite as it had mine at his. He was on seconds before I was halfway done with my first, and only, plate. My mom took it as a compliment so it was all good. After dinner Seth joined Zack and my dad in the family room to watch the Mariner’s play against the Angels while Jenny and I helped our mom clean up. Once the table was clean we all played Apples to Apples for a while. It was nice doing things with Seth and my family. They accepted our new status readily and gladly.

That night as I prepared for bed it dawned on me that my one on one time with Jenny was probably at an end. The wedding was days away and with Zack here the chances of getting any quality time with her were very slim. Once the wedding was over she would be on her honeymoon and then back east again. We’d grown so close in these last couple weeks and I’d come to depend on her so much, not only the lessons in femininity, but also as my confidant. Jenny had even commented that ‘my game’ had brought us closer than we had ever been. I was going to miss her dearly.

Thursday was the big time for me. It was Jenny’s bachelorette party and apparently I’d planned it over a month ago. I winged it as best as I could. Everyone’s focus was firmly on Jenny, so that fact that I forgot a name or two and didn’t know the rules to half the games I’d planned were passed off as nerves and me stressing for my sister’s big day. I was accepted as one of the girls though and at the end of the night was the only one sober enough to drive. I ended up calling cabs for everyone but Jenny, whom I drove home myself. It was the first time driving in a long time and my first time as a girl; I didn’t do too badly, even in a skirt and wearing three inch heels.

On Friday I began packing as soon as I got home from school. Jenny’s wedding was at the coast and my dad had booked rooms for the entire wedding party and their significant others at the hotel where the wedding was being held. Since it was Memorial Day weekend he booked them for Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. He reluctantly sprang for a room for Seth at a neighboring motel; the rooms at all the hotels were fully booked at this late date. It took a lot of repeating ‘Please Daddy’ and eyelash batting, but I got him to cave in the end.

Seth was picking me up in an hour and then we’d make the three hour drive to arrive just in time for the wedding rehearsal. Everyone else had left earlier in the day, but Seth and I both had couple tests that day. Teacher’s loved having tests on Fridays; it kept students from starting the weekend early I guess.

We made it just in time for the rehearsal. The wedding itself was being held in the hotel’s courtyard which faced the beach. We ran through the ceremony a couple times before heading inside for the rehearsal dinner, which was being catered by the hotel in one of their private rooms. I began to understand why my dad didn’t want to spend any more money; this thing must be costing him a fortune. I didn’t eat much again. This time it was because I was stressing over a speech I was giving in mere minutes. Jenny had decided that the Best Man would give a speech at the wedding reception, but she wanted her Maid of Honor to give a speech at the rehearsal dinner. Jenny had offered to write it for me, but I figured it was time to put all those lessons in my college English class to some practical use.

When it looked like everyone was done eating I stood and tapped a spoon on my water glass. “Everyone,” I said, trying to project as much as my frazzled nerves would allow. Apparently it wasn’t enough as everyone kept talking. I tried again, but they still kept talking. I felt embarrassed and pretty insignificant.

“Everyone!” My dad roared. “Kaylee has something to say so shut up.” The room went silent.

I was really embarrassed now. “Please fill your glasses,” I said meekly. “I’m going to give a speech followed by a toast.”

Several people grabbed wine bottles and began to fill their glasses. Seth grabbed my hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Once the room settled down and most eyes were back on me I began. “As you all know we are here in preparation for Zack and Jenny’s big day tomorrow. My name is Kaylee Anderson and it is my privilege to be not only the Maid of Honor, but also the bride’s sister.” I found I meant it, I was happy to be her sister. “It hasn’t always been easy growing up in the shadow of someone so beautiful and intelligent and for some it might make them bitter, but Jenny has always been so gracious and caring that it has always been a blessing to me instead of a curse. I have looked up to her from the time I could lift my head and she has been a guiding light in my life. She’s always been there for me, always cared for me, always trusted me.” I looked directly at Jenny. “At times I’ve told her outlandish tales, ones she could scarcely believe, and whether she truly believed or not, she would always act as if she did, helping me in whatever ever silly way I might need. I’ve never doubted for a moment that she loves me. In my darkest moments she has been there for me, so it is my honor to be there for her brightest.” I looked at Zack. “I’m sorry I don’t know you that well yet Zack, but I look forward to getting to know you better as my brother-in-law. One thing I do know is that Jenny loves you more than she has ever loved anything else and that if you love her even half as much as she loves you then yours is a love for the ages.” I turned looked back at everyone. “Please raise your glasses to Zack and Jenny!”

“To Zack and Jenny!” echoed everyone in the room.

Jenny jumped up with tears in her eyes and grabbed me in a tight hug. “I believe you Kaylee,” she whispered in my ear. “I love you,” she said louder.

“I love you too,” I replied as I joined her in a good cry.

After dinner Seth helped me bring my bags up to my room. It was on one of the upper floors facing the beach and had a large balcony. My dad had really dropped some serious cash this weekend. I knew he made good money, but he must make a lot more than I realized. Afterwards we visited Seth’s room and I apologized that it wasn’t nicer. He told me not to be silly, that he was thrilled that my dad had paid for his stay. It was dark out and we decided to walk along the beach together. We walked silently hand in hand for nearly an hour. I began to get cold and said we should probably go in.

“Hang on, I’ve got an idea,” he said. He began gathering driftwood. Catching on, I joined him and soon we had a fairly decent pile. Seth ran down the beach to a group that had a fire already going strong. He ran back with a blazing stick looking like an Olympic torch bearer. He used the stick to light our pile and soon we had our own private bonfire. We lay on the beach next to the fire and made out for most of the night.

Seth walked me to my room and we kissed goodnight outside my door. When I entered the room I saw that it was well after midnight, which meant that I had at most six hours of sleep before I needed to meet Jenny and the rest of the bridesmaids for breakfast, after which it was off to our 8am salon appointment.

I couldn’t sleep at first, memories of my time on the beach with Seth and what I wanted him to do to me played through my mind. I had wanted him so bad; I had gotten so wet while we made out. I knew he wanted me too, I felt his erection against my leg several times while we kissed by the fire. I eventually got up and took a short shower; afterwards I felt refreshed and found I could finally sleep.

After a continental breakfast in the morning with the girls we piled into a couple cars and headed to the salon, where we’d have our hair, nails and makeup done for the wedding, then it would be back to the hotel to get dressed before the ceremony which started at three. The salon opened early just for us. I don’t know if this was a standard practice for large parties or if my dad had greased some palms. Based on the way they treated us, I suspected the later.

Over the last few weeks I’d been getting more and more comfortable with being female and all things that went with it, the extra attention to personal grooming, the clothes, the makeup, kissing a boy, but this was a whole new level. I was in the deep end of the estrogen pool today. I have to admit that all the pampering was really nice. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to do anything with my hands what with the white tipped talons I now possessed. They looked real nice though. My hair was highlighted, curled and styled to within an inch of its life. Jenny had nothing on the ladies at this salon when it came to applying makeup. I barley recognized myself when they’d finished with me. I looked amazing and Jenny looked even better. It was her day and she was more beautiful than she’d ever been and that is saying something.

The entire time we were at the salon the girls all talked about their significant others. Since it was a wedding they all gushed about their men, Jenny had told me earlier that this wasn’t always the case. Quite often it was a non-stop bitch session about the guys in their lives when they got together, but today it was all about how great their guys were and how it was clear that Zack was the best of the bunch. I stayed an observer as much as possible, but eventually I was dragged into the fray.

“So Kaylee, you seem pretty serious about Seth,” said Cathy, one of the bridesmaids.

“Yeah, he’s all right,” I replied sheepishly

“Just all right?” she retorted. “Then that must have been a different Kaylee and Seth I saw all hot and heavy on the beach last night.” I felt my face go red.

“They started out just pretending,” Jenny told the group.

“Oh my god shut up Jenny!” I cried.

“Oh come on, I think it’s such a sweet story,” she replied. “Please let me tell them.”

“Fine, go ahead,” I told her. I wanted to crawl under one of the chairs.

“Well anyway, Seth and Kaylee have been friends since grade school, practically two peas in a pod, but always totally platonic. Well, recently they got the idea that since girls tend to gravitate to guys who are already taken they would pretend to be involved so that Seth would have a better chance with the girls. So, they started holding hands and would give each other quick little kisses at school so everyone would think they were dating. This went on for about a week, but then they realized they didn’t want to pretend anymore and started dating for real. Isn’t that so sweet?”

The other ladies all agreed with Jenny while I plotted a truly special revenge for my sister.

Once back at the hotel all of the bridesmaids put on their dresses, a task I found much more difficult with long fingernails, and then we began helping Jenny into hers. My dress, which matched all the other bridesmaids’ dresses, was a salmon colored, strapless, floor length gown. The shoes were silver sandals and looked to be three plus inches. We had just started helping Jenny into her wedding dress when I got a call from Seth. I ignored the first call, but when he immediately called again I knew it was important. I excused myself from the room as I took the call.

“This isn’t the best time, we are in the middle of dressing my sister,” I said.

“I found the store,” he replied.

“What?”

“The Spells R Us store, it’s at a mall not too far from here. I got an email from that newsgroup, so I raced over there and it’s there all right, but the wizard won’t sell me the candle. He says its one to a customer. He said he’d sell it to you though.”

“I can’t leave now; my sister is getting married in couple hours.”

“The store will be gone by then Kaylee; we have to go now. I’m on my way to the hotel right now. I should be there in five minutes. I’ll get you back in time for the wedding, I promise.” Seth said earnestly.

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the hotel entrance.”

I made my way back into the room and asked to speak to my sister in private. Jenny asked all the other women to step out for a couple minutes.

“What’s going on Kaylee?” She looked concerned. “That was Seth wasn’t it?”

“Yes, he says he found the store and it’s near here. He says it may not be there later and we should go now, but I don’t want to leave you.”

“Go,” she said simply. “But be back in time, please.”

“I will.” I gave her a hug. “Thank you,” I said and then hurried out of the room. I told the other women they could go back in as I made my way to the hotel’s entrance.

Seth was waiting for me and he sped the entire way to the mall. We rushed in and Seth led me to the elusive Spells R Us store. When we reached it he said I should go in by myself and that if I needed anything to just call. I made my way through shelves crammed with some truly bizarre merchandise whose function I didn’t even want to contemplate. Near the back I spotted a grandfatherly looking gentleman in a bathrobe.

“Hello Kaylee, I’ve been expecting you,” said the wizard. “Or should I call you Keith?”

“Expecting me? I’ve been searching for you for a couple weeks now, why did you make us drive all over the place?”

“I was there at the mall that first night. If you had come right away and skipped the soccer game you would have been able to change back that first night. Personally I think you made the right choice. You helped your team win and think of all you would have missed over the last several weeks if you changed back into Keith right away. You have come a long way in these last few weeks Kaylee. You started out not knowing anything about being female and now, well…you look like the belle of the ball and you move as graceful as a swan.”

“Have you…have you been watching me?” I asked.

“I like to keep an eye on those who partake in my magic,” he replied. “I have what you are looking for,” he said while handing me a small box. “This box contains a candle that will grant a single wish, but only you. Now you had better hurry, you don’t want to worry your sister unnecessarily on her big day.”

“That’s it?”

“Was there something else you needed?”

“No, I guess not, I thought there would be more fanfare or something.”

“I don’t like to show boat. I hope you wish wisely,” he said and turned and headed into the back room.

I opened the box and inside was a candle, not unlike the one I had wished upon just nineteen days ago. I made my way out of the store, walked up to Seth and looked at him for a few moments, not saying anything. I looked at the box in my hand for a moment and then back at Seth.

“Did you get it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Let’s get back; I don’t want to worry my sister unnecessarily.” I slipped my arm through Seth’s and let him lead me back to his car. I don’t remember much of the trip back; I was too lost in thought. I could be Keith again. I really didn’t think we’d ever find that store and in the meantime I’d given myself fully to being female. I could be a guy again. I’d really fallen hard for Seth in the last week; I think I loved him. I could have a cock again. I just wasn’t sure it was my cock I wanted now.

Once we arrived back at the hotel I gave Seth a kiss and hurried back into the hotel to help Jenny. By the time I returned Jenny was fully dressed. Once she saw me she gave me a look as if to ask ‘Well?’. I gave her a smile and a thumbs up. This only seemed to confuse her. I moved in close and pretended like I was straightening her veil.

“I was able to get what I needed,” I whispered in her ear.” I’ll tell you all about it later. Everything is good.” This seemed to placate her.

The next several hours had me too busy to worry about the decision that loomed before me. With help from the other bridesmaids we spent the remaining time before the ceremony calming Jenny’s nerves and letting her know how perfect the wedding was going to be. Someone should have talked to Mother Nature. While it didn’t rain, a minor miracle in the Pacific Northwest, we were graced with what felt like gale force winds.

As I walked up the isle holding on to the arm of the Best Man, it felt like I was being hit with a sand blaster. My skirt and hair whipped in the wind. I could see the other bridesmaids trying to keep their skirts down, protect their hair and hold their bouquets all at the same time. I hoped the pastor wasn’t one of those long winded types. Once in my place I found Seth in the crowd and gave him a small wave. Soon ‘Here Comes the Bride’ began to play and the most beautiful woman dressed all in white began walking up the isle with my dad. Even with the wind it was a beautiful ceremony. I cried along with the other bridesmaids during most of the ceremony and it wasn’t just because of the sand in our eyes.

After the ceremony it was a dash to the bathroom to repair our hair and makeup before the wedding photos. After a couple hundred photos I was finally able to rejoin Seth, who was dressed in a nice suit. It was the first time I’d seen him in a tie. He looked so handsome. He raved about how I looked, something he failed to do on our way to the mall, but since we had other things on our minds at the time I decided to forgive him.

During dinner and just after the Best Man’s rambling speech Zack stood up and said he had an announcement. “When I asked Jenny to marry me and she said yes, thus making me the happiest man on earth, she asked for one thing. She asked that we have the wedding here close to all of her friends and family. After that she said she would follow me to the ends of the earth.” He turned to Jenny. “Jenny, my love, I know how much you love me and I also know how much you love your family. A point driven fully home last night during Kaylee’s beautiful speech. While I know you would live a world away from them to be with me, I can no longer ask that of you. I’m happy to tell you that I have accepted your father’s offer to work at his firm. We can start looking for a house as soon as we return from our honeymoon.”

Jenny jumped up and showered Zack with kisses. I saw my mom kiss my dad and then punch him in the arm. I guess it was a surprise to her as well. My vision began to blur. My sister was going to live close by again; I was so happy.

After dinner and the cutting of the cake Seth joined the other eligible bachelors for the tossing of my sister’s garter. He didn’t catch it. While he can kick a ball much better than I, apparently I ‘m a much better catch having caught my sister’s bouquet.

Once all of the official wedding events were finished it was time for the band and dancing. The first dance was reserved for Jenny and Zack. After that it was a free-for-all. Seth and I lived on the dance floor that night. I kept my dance moves much more subdued than at Lauren’s party. We were occasionally broken apart by requests to dance with others. I danced with my dad, Zack, several uncles and even Jenny at one point. When Seth started dancing with my mom I stopped dancing with my uncle and found the wedding photographer and had him snap some shots of the two dancing together. While we’d promised Lauren that we wouldn’t drink at her party we made no such promises tonight. The champagne flowed freely that night and the bar was mostly unattended. While we didn’t get fall down drunk, we definitely got drunk. It was a glorious night.

After a several hours Seth and I slipped away and made our way up to my room. We kissed our way to the bed and resumed what we had started on the beach the previous night. I broke away after several minutes.

“Seth, no more rules. You can touch me anywhere,” I breathed.

His hands went immediately to my breasts. His touch was so urgent and so needy, he could barley control himself. This night had one destination and I was ready for it; I wanted nothing more than him at that moment, all of him. I reached down and began to stroke his manhood through his slacks. Suddenly he pulled away and then abruptly he stood up.

“We can’t do this Kaylee,” he said out of breath.

“Why not, don’t you want me?” I asked, panting.

“Kaylee you’ve got the candle now, you can be Keith again. We shouldn’t do this if you’re going to be a guy again.”

“I don’t care about that, I want to have sex as a girl, I want to have sex with you; don’t you want me?

“Yes, desperately, but not when we’re drunk; I don’t think we should do this when we’re drunk. I want to do it with you, but only when it is truly what you want to do and not because you’ve had too much champagne.”

“It’s not that, I swear. I really want you and it’s not the alcohol.” I stood up and walked over to him. “Seth, I wanted you last night. I wanted to do it on the beach last night and so did you.”

“I need to go,” he replied.

“Don’t leave me,” I cried. “We don’t have to do it, but please stay. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry Kaylee, I want to stay, but if I do I won’t be able to hold back. I want you too much. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that he left the room.

I fell onto the bed and began to cry. A few minutes later I was interrupted by a phone call. It was Seth.

“Hey sweetie,” I said.

“Kaylee, please don’t use the candle tonight. I want to see you again before you do.”

“Okay,” I answered. “I promise.”

After I hung up I undressed and made my way to the bathroom. I drew a hot bath and soaked while thinking of Seth’s lips on mine and his hands on my breasts. My left hand eventually made its way to my breast and my right hand to my pussy. I hadn’t masturbated since becoming a girl; I’d barely gotten used to even touching my nether regions. I wasn’t going to stop tonight. I may have been denied pleasure from Seth, but I wasn’t going to deny myself. I pinched my nipple while my right hand began to work my clit. Holy god that thing was sensitive. I got myself worked up pretty quickly and soon was moaning aloud. I moved my left hand down and slipped my fingers easily into my eager pussy. I flicked my clit with my right hand, while fingers from my left went in and out, and my mouth called out Seth’s name. I hoped no one I knew was in the adjoining room, because they surely heard the resulting scream.

I awoke Sunday morning with cotton mouth and a headache and guessed I was experiencing my first hangover. I looked at the clock and jumped out of bed and nearly fell over as my brain flopped in my head and my breasts flopped on my naked body. I struggled to remember why I was naked. I never slept in the nude. I remembered Seth in my room and his too quick departure, I then recalled the episode in the tub and how it had carried over to the bed. Once I finally experienced my first orgasm I had found it hard to stop. It was a lot different than when I was a guy; back then it was usually one and done. Last night though, after my first orgasm, the horniness didn’t vanish immediately like when I was a guy. I had wanted to do it again…and again.

I thought about masturbating this morning, but the only thing I felt like doing at the moment was vomiting. I looked at the clock again and remembered why I had sprung out of bed. I was supposed to meet my family for breakfast thirty minutes ago. I looked for my phone and found it on the floor next to the bed buried under the bed’s comforter. I had a lot of missed calls from Jenny and my mom; they were going to be pissed. I texted Jenny and told her I would be down in about thirty minutes and headed to the bathroom to repair last night’s damage and hopefully get myself looking like I hadn’t been drinking all night.

They weren’t mad after all. They all looked like morning had come too early for them as well. I had called Seth on elevator ride to the restaurant and he was suffering from a hangover too. I had some more Maid of Honor things to do before we drove my sister and her new husband to the local airport. I invited Seth to accompany us to see them off and he readily agreed.

After Breakfast Jenny began opening presents with Zack. I took copious notes for all the thank you cards that Jenny would be sending out after her two week honeymoon in Venice. The trip was a present from Zack’s folks. I guess they were loaded too. After opening a couple hundred presents Jenny and I were finally able to get a few minutes alone together.

I pulled the box the wizard had given me yesterday from my purse and showed it to Jenny. She opened it and stared at the candle. “This is it?” She asked. “This will turn you back into a guy?”

“Well, the wizard said it was good for one wish, but only by me,” I replied.

“So, now you can be Keith again?” She asked.

“I don’t know if I can anymore,” I said. “Zack says that he decided to accept Daddy’s offer only after my speech.”

“So?”

“Don’t you get it? If I go back to being Keith I won’t have given that speech and you’ll be living on the east coast again.”

“You don’t know that,” she replied.

“I won’t be your Maid of Honor, hell I wasn’t even in the wedding party as Keith.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that.” Jenny looked saddened. “You can’t worry about where I may or may not live Kaylee; you need to decide for you and not for anyone else, not even Seth.”

“He is the main reason I want to stay a girl, but there are other reasons too,” I said. “You have shown me how great being a girl can be. You’ve made it possible for me to envision a life as a woman.”

“I’m glad I could help Kaylee,” she said. “Please know that I will love you no matter what you decide.”

By the time we were seeing my sister off at the airport I was feeling much better physically. After a bunch of tearful farewells Seth drove me back to the hotel. He said he wanted to take me to dinner in an hour and left me so I could get ready. An hour later I was nearly finished with my makeup when Seth knocked on my door. I let him in and had him wait while I finished. I found my heels and leaned on Seth while I put them on. He was in a tie again. I could get used to seeing him dressed up.

He walked me down the boardwalk that ran along the town’s beach to a small restaurant, which had a beautiful view of the ocean. The restaurant was small, quaint and dark. Each table was lit by candle and had a very intimate feel. After we ordered Seth took my hand in his.

“Kaylee, I...umm…I…ahh,” he struggled.

“I have something I want to give you,” I interrupted.

I don’t think he was expecting that response. “What do you have for me?”

I reached into my purse and pulled out the box that held the candle. “I want you to have this,” I said as I handed him the box. “You keep it. I’m going to stay Kaylee and as long as you have the candle you’ll know that I’m staying that way.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I thought about it a lot and I like being a girl,” I replied. “I like being pretty, I like the way people treat me now and when I get married I want to be the beautiful bride like my sister.”

I could see tears in his eyes as leaned over and began kissing me. “I got you something for you too; I bought it last week. I didn’t think we’d ever find that store and it has been so amazing being with you as Kaylee. When we found the store I didn’t think I’d give it to you since you’d be Keith again soon. After last night I thought I would give it to you anyway but I wasn’t sure if I should, but now that you want to stay Kaylee…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, rounded box covered in black velvet. “I love you Kaylee and I want to be with you always.” He opened the box and inside was a rose colored ring with a heart in the center made of what looked like tiny diamonds. “This is a promise ring and with it I promise to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Now it was my turn to cry. I found I was shaking a little as he slid it on the ring finger of my right hand. “It’s so beautiful Seth, I love you too.” We began kissing again.

I couldn’t eat after that. Throughout dinner I kept staring at my ring. I’d hold my right hand out, fingers stretched and marvel at how it sparkled in the candle light. As usual Seth’s appetite wasn’t daunted.

After dinner Seth walked me to my room and I invited him in. We were at each other the moment the door closed. We tore at each other’s clothes and couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Seth struggled with my bra strap briefly before I reached back and undid it for him. I suspected it wouldn’t be much longer before he was a master at removing my bra for me. As soon as I let my bra fall to the floor Seth was all over my breasts. He was ravenous and I was his sustenance. His tongue on my nipples had me squirming and seconds. We worked our way toward the bed and soon he was on top of me. I reached down and slid my hand inside his underwear and grasped his erection. Between the feelings of his mouth on my breasts and his rigid cock in my hand I nearly came on the spot, as it was my panties were drenched.

Once I began to stroke him, he lowered himself a little and pulled my panties off and then his own underwear. His hand went to my sopping sex and he slid his hand up and down along the outer lips and would come tantalizingly close to my clit only to miss it; I would have to show him where that was later. His fingers found my vagina and he slipped a finger in easily; it was soon joined by a second.

“I need you Seth,” I groaned.

He pulled away from me and for a brief moment I was afraid he was going to leave again. He went to his pants and pulled out a package of condoms. I was glad someone was thinking. I’d totally forgotten that I could actually get pregnant now. While a very sobering thought it barely made a dent in the fire that was raging in my loins. Seth’s hands were shaking and he was struggling to open the package. I slid up behind him and took the package from him.

“Let me do that for you,” I said as I took the package and from him and opened it easily. I removed the condom and slid it easily over his towering erection. I pulled him back on top of me and wrapped my legs around his waist while helping guide his cock into me. I couldn’t help but cry out a little when he first began to enter me. His cock was much thicker than his fingers. When he heard my involuntary shriek of pain he jerked back and was out of me again.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a panic. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay Seth, it just took me by surprise,” I whispered. I took hold of his cock again and placed it at my opening. “Just go slow at first, okay.”

He began to push into me again. It still hurt, but I was ready for it this time so I moaned instead of shrieking. He pulled back a little and then pushed in a little deeper. The pain began to subside and was replaced by the most amazing feeling from deep inside my pussy that quickly began to radiate throughout my entire body. Soon he was fully inside me and I could feel his balls slap against me as he pistoned in and out of me. All too quickly he went rigid and was roaring in orgasmic pleasure. I really hoped I didn’t know anyone on the other side of this wall in addition to the room next to the bathroom.

I didn’t orgasm during our first love making session, but the cuddling afterwards was very nice. I did orgasm on our next go around and the one after that as well. Playing soccer regularly had given Seth an amazing amount of endurance and we did our best to work our way through his condom supply that night.

The next morning I found a new favorite pleasure, waking up in Seth’s arms. I stayed that way for twenty minutes or so. It was so nice listening to him sleep snuggled next to him. I eventually arose and ordered some breakfast from room service. Seth slept on. I must have worn the poor boy out I thought with a smile on my face. He’d worn me out too, but in a different way, one that was making it difficult to walk. I slipped on a robe in anticipation of the arrival of coffee and danish. I gave the bellhop a generous tip, which I hoped would buy his silence. I was not ready to deal with my parent’s knowledge that I was now sexually active. I poured myself some coffee and sat on the room’s balcony and listened to the ocean’s waves. I was so glad I’d decided to stay Kaylee.

Once Seth awoke he ate while I packed. After another round on the bed he left to pack up himself. An hour later he was back and helped me with my bags. Just before I closed the door I decided to take a picture of the bed. I wanted a souvenir. On the way home I took a picture of the promise ring on my right hand and emailed it to Jenny. I didn’t want to call and interrupt her honeymoon. I figured she would call me when she had the time. For the rest of the trip Seth and I tested our trivia knowledge in geek culture.

Once at my house I dashed upstairs before saying hello to my parents. I’d forgotten to take a shower at the hotel and I needed to clean myself before my mom or dad got a strong whiff of sex on me. Seth picked me up for our soccer game a few hours later. Once we arrived at the field the girls all fawned over my ring. I couldn’t wait to show it to Ashley at school tomorrow. After the game, which we won, I was standing with Seth talking to Lauren when she suddenly looked up and pointed at the sky; it was a shooting star.

“Oh, a shooting star, make a wish Kaylee,” she said.

“No, I already got my wish,” I replied and gave Seth a big squeeze.

The End

Author's note: Today I am posting my story, Just Pretending, which as of this writing it can also be found at FictionMania. It was originally posted on 1/1/2014. I may add it to other sites in the future. This version varies slightly from the one posted on FictionMania, but the only changes are corrections to grammar or spelling.