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Mysterious Changes - Part 9
🕑 Added 2023-08-14 15:10:22 +0000 UTCJeans would have worked fine for going out to Runza with Ron. But I didn't think Mom would appreciate my wearing jeans to the judging. There were other outfits to consider. I even tried a couple on. There were some white Capri pants. I had never really liked them on girls, but what the heck.
White Capri pants and a white and blue top with three-quarter sleeves and what I later found was called a boat top neckline looked okay, but maybe a little too "day at the beach." Shorts were too casual, too cool for all evening, and displayed a little too much leg.
Sighing in frustration, I rummaged through the closet until I came upon a khaki skirt. It was short and casual, but probably dressy enough that Mom wouldn't have a fit. I found a pink (yes I know I hate pink) sleeveless top on the hangar next to the skirt, and decided the two must be designed to go together. At least the skirt was casual enough that I could wear some tan sandals that didn't seem to require nylons.
The casual look of the outfit meant a minimum of jewelry and makeup, which was fine with me. It struck me as I put the outfit together that I was thinking just like a normal girl must think about her outfit. But I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter, did I? If I was going to have to spend perhaps the rest of my life being a girl, I wanted to look like a normal girl. If that meant I had to spend more time putting together my outfits, so be it. At least I had a body that was designed to wear nice clothes, I thought as I looked myself over in the mirror.
I wasn't quite a Victoria's Secret model, but I wasn't too bad. I posed in front of the mirror in just my bra and panties wondering how I would look in a lingerie ad. Not bad, I thought. I felt a moment of pity for poor Marsha. I imagined she didn't quite get the same feeling when she looked at herself in the mirror. Not that she was all that bad. If she lost a few pounds, she'd actually be pretty cute.
In retrospect, I have to admit my mind was taking a journey down a path that I would have normally found frightening. I was thinking like a girl. Worse yet, I was thinking like a girl with one thing on her mind how she looked. At least I caught myself, but I'm not sure to this day how long I stood there in front of the mirror. I do know I wasn't ready when Ron showed up to pick me up for dinner. "Just like a woman," he sighed from the living room where I had asked him to wait while I finished getting ready. "That's a nasty remark," I commented, but I had to admit he was right.
I was twenty minutes late getting dressed and working on my hair and makeup. I'd have to be more efficient in the future. It's just that there were so many choices. On the way to Runza, I told Ron I needed to go to the fairgrounds after dinner. He frowned. "Are you sure you want to go back there?" "I don't think I have a choice," I sighed. "Mom is expecting me." "She never asked you to come with her to judge before." "That's when I was Steve," I pointed out. Yes, I'd probably be seeing a lot more of my mother now that I was a girl.
When Lisa and I had been boys, we were in our father's province. We'd play ball, go to games together, and do all the other guy things that sons do when they have a good father. Now that we were girls, we were on Mom's side of the fence. I suspected a lot more time would be spent cooking and doing laundry and stuff that Mom had never asked us to do before. Bummer.
Runza is unique to Nebraska. I've heard that there are a couple of them elsewhere, but the yellow and green Runzas are as Nebraskan as the Cornhuskers. Basically, they're ground meat in spices baked inside their own bread. I've heard that they originally came from Eastern Europe as did a lot of the people who settled in Nebraska. Wherever they came from, they're great.
I only had one though and could barely finish it. Ron wolfed down two and an order of onion rings. "Not hungry?" he asked between bites. "Not really," I admitted. "I guess a body this size doesn't need as much food as my old one." He shrugged. "I guess not. Sorry to be such a pig." "Don't worry about it," I told him. He had finished his meal in only a little more time than it had taken me to eat my more modest fare.
He looked around to make sure there was no one listening to us. "You know it's funny, Sarah, but if I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been a girl all your life." I couldn't determine how he had meant that, and he apparently noticed it from my expression. He clarified, "I don't mean that in a bad way. Maybe it's all part of the spell. I just mean that the way you move and the way you talk" "If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it must be a duck, eh?" He reddened a little. "Something like that. Is it so bad being a girl?" It was an interesting question.
Was it so bad being a girl? I was healthy, smart, and attractive attributes that many would envy. But I had had all of those things as a guy, too, plus the addition of strength. "I guess I can live with it if I have to," I admitted slowly, "but it isn't my first choice." Ron nodded sympathetically. "I can't imagine what you're going through." I felt an odd little bubble of emotion rise up from within me. I thought I was actually going to start blubbering but I held it back.
I even managed a little smile for my friend. "Thanks." He put his large hand over my small one. "That's what friends are for." I wanted to pull my hand away. It wasn't very manly to have our hands touching that way. But somehow, it felt good to know Ron was there and to be able to touch him. "We'd better go," I managed at last. "Mom will be looking for me." There were fewer of our contemporaries than usual at the fair that evening. No one else seemed to notice, but Ron and I did.
Oh, there were still a number of our friends there, but mostly they were girls. I guess they felt since the trickster or whatever it seemed to only change guys into girls, they were safe. What guys we did see were traveling in large packs five or six in a group. When they did anything, they did it together, never letting each other out of their collective sight. Marsha and Gabby were there, running with their respective groups, but I saw no sign of Alicia or Kevin for that matter.
I wondered where they were. They had always been very good friends just like Ron and me. I suspected wherever they were that evening they were together. For that matter, I saw no sign of Lisa and Dave. I suspected Lisa was trying to keep Dave away from danger. There wasn't a lot to do in Leeds in the evenings, but there was the Rivoli Theater and the bowling alley. They might be at one of those places.
Their options were limited though since both of them were too young to drive. The biggest crowd was at the exhibition hall. Dad had already joined Mom and was helping her with the judging. Of course, Dad wasn't an official judge, but he was enlisted into service carrying Mom's notes as she judged sewing projects. There was a look of relief on his face when he spotted me, and I knew I was supposed to be his replacement.
This was the first time I had encountered my father since my transformation, and I really didn't know how to handle it. It didn't seem right to saunter up to him and greet him with a "Hey, Dad." On the other hand, I didn't really want to greet him with a girlish "Hi, Daddy!" My compromise was an innocuous "Hi." Apparently, that was about right, for he didn't seem to notice anything wrong. His response, on the other hand, was unexpected.
He gave me a fatherly hug and said, "Hi, sweetheart. I'm glad you're here. Your mother has been making me take notes and I don't have the foggiest notion what some of her sewing terms mean." And I did? I supposed from his perspective I did. After all, his fatherly squeeze and calling me "sweetheart" were indications that in his mind, I had always been a girl. I probably sewed and knitted and all those feminine things at least as far as he was concerned.
Dad disappeared with some of his friends as quickly as possible, and Mom began to pepper me with comments which I dutifully wrote down in a disturbingly female script. Ron found it funny. Mom kept saying things like, "Oh look, Sarah, isn't this lovely? You had one just like it when you were a little girl." Well, I suppose she couldn't be faulted for her enthusiasm. As far as she was concerned, she had always had a daughter two of them in fact. But I could see I was going to be forced to follow Mom on her feminine pursuits for as long as I was a girl, and something told me that might be a long, long time.
The judging was completed at about eight, and I do have to admit that I did get a little interested in the process. A few of the entries had been done by classmates of mine. I hadn't seen them during the judging phase, but they were there when the prizes were announced. One of them even took second place in the Creative Sewing category. She was so thrilled to win the second that she was jumping up and down with tears in her eyes.
To watch her, you would have thought she had just won a big football game for our school. Was that the level of competition I'd be stuck with now? I knew that unless I changed back, my days of football were over. Sure, there were girls' sports I could go out for, but as far as the coaches were concerned, I probably wasn't on any of the girls' teams. I wasn't really tall enough to be much good in basketball, and my leg muscles didn't seem to be developed enough to be on track.
What else was there? Volleyball? Well, it was getting to be a bigger sport at the college level. Maybe I'd have a shot there. But since I had never played the game except socially, I'd have a lot to learn. "Thanks for your help, Sarah," Mom said with a quick hug and a slight buzz on my cheek slight enough that it didn't disturb our makeup. "Now you and Ron go have fun for a while.
We'll see you home at eleven." Well, great. As Steve, I had been allowed out until midnight. Apparently, Sarah had to be home earlier. It was no big thing though. I'd probably be ready to go home well before that. After all, what was there to do out late as a girl? "You want to look around the fair for a little bit?" I realized I hadn't had much fair time. Tuesday night I had been dealing with Lisa's transformation and Wednesday night it had been my own changes. "I guess, but aren't you worried?
I don't need another girlfriend, you know." Ron shrugged. "We'll team up with some of the other guys and stick together." And that was just what we did. It turned out Alicia and Kevin did make it to the fair after all, arriving just as we were leaving the exhibition hall. They were more than happy to hang out with us. I noticed something strange about our two friends though. Kevin actually looked more ill at ease than Alicia. Alicia looked for all the world as if she was quite comfortable with her new sex.
Of course, it could be an act, I realized. All of us who had been transformed were making an honest effort to fit in as best we could. But Alicia was downright cheerful. It was a strange evening, I must say. We walked and talked together like two normal couples out on a date. No one who was unaware of what had happened would ever have guessed that only a day before we had all been male.
Alicia had become a very attractive girl with dark red hair and a few freckles I had never noticed on Andy. She was dressed in denim shorts and a white tank top, and despite the coolness of the evening looked quite comfortable.
She was about my size, which made it easy for her to lean over and whisper to me as we made our way down the midway. "So how was your first day?" she wanted to know as Ron and Kevin strolled a couple of paces ahead of us just out of earshot. "Okay, I guess," I responded carefully. "Mine, too," Alicia replied, although I noted she was much more at ease with herself than I was. Well, she did have a sister a year younger than she was.
Maybe her sister had helped her to cope. My sister, on the other hand, was as new at this girl stuff as I was. I went on to tell her about our trip to Lincoln. "Then maybe there's hope for us to get changed back," she concluded, but I noted she didn't seem exactly elated at the prospect. I wanted to know why.
Ron and Kevin were busy trying to win prizes at the shooting gallery and seemed to be pretty wrapped up in the process. Both just grunted as I told them Alicia and I had to go to the "little girls' room." I grabbed Alicia gently and guided her into the restroom complex behind the midway.
The restrooms were part of a permanent building on the fairgrounds, so they were spacious, clean, and well-lit. Alicia had realized we were there to talk privately, so we pretended to look in the mirror and arrange our hair until we had the place to ourselves. When we did, I turned to Alicia. "What's going on?" She looked down. "I don't know what you mean." "Yes, you do. I've been watching you tonight. You're acting as if you've always been a girl.
What's wrong with you?" "Wrong with me!" she practically yelled. "There's nothing wrong with me." "You've been hanging on Kevin all evening. Look, maybe you didn't date much as a guy, but" "I did my share of dating as a guy," she argued. "And don't give me any birds and bees lectures.
I lost my cherry as a guy long before you did." "Yeah, and at the rate you're going, you'll lose yours as a girl well before mine, too!" I retorted. "I already have." I know I had planned to say something, but it didn't come out of my mouth. All I could do was stare at her. This girl had been Andy one of my best friends.
One of my best male friends. "H...how?" I stammered. She shrugged. "The usual way. Why do you think we got here late?" "But...but you're a guy." She waved her arms over her body. "Do I look like a guy?" "You know what I mean," I said uncomfortably. "Look, Sarah," she went on, emphasizing my new name, "you said yourself that Amelia Carver was born male. She spent the rest of her life as a female.
We're not getting our old sex back." "You don't know that," I protested weakly, unwilling to admit that I pretty much had that same opinion. "And I don't plan to spend the rest of my life moping because I don't have a cock and balls." "So you thought you'd use Kevin's," I spat at her, my anger rising. She grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face a mirror. "Look at yourself, Sarah. You're a girl. You're probably going to be one for the rest of your life. Face it and you'll be a lot happier. Ron already" "Leave Ron out of this!" "Ron already is hot for you," she finished.
I gasped. "He is not!" "The hell he isn't! He wants you in the worst way." "You're just saying that to justify the sicko relationship you and Kevin have," I accused. "What? Were you two gay or something?" "Kevin wasn't. I was." The tidy little world I had enjoyed for nearly eighteen years continued to crash down around me. I had grown up with Ron, Andy, and Kevin.
We played boy games together as children. We played football together in high school. We had taken the same classes and dated the same girls. We were all like brothers. "But you said, about your cherry. You meant with a guy?" I stammered a little incoherently. "No, stupid," she sighed. "I screwed Teresa Mitchell last spring just before she moved away.
I happen to know you didn't screw Jennifer Doyle until summer." "How do you know that?" I demanded. "Her sister and my sister are best friends. But getting back to me, I guess I didn't really think about being gay until after Teresa. She was okay, but it just wasn't what I was looking for, I guess.
Then I started to think about Kevin. It's funny, but I never thought of myself as gay. In fact, I tried really hard to not be interested in Kevin when I was still a guy. Then when I changed, there was nothing holding me back. I was actually grateful for the change. There are no more conflicts now. I can love Kevin openly." "Does Kevin know you were gay?" Her eyes became wide. "No! And don't you dare tell him? He thinks my attraction to him is all part of the spell that changed me. Maybe some of it is.
Think about it. Your new sister is running around holding hands with that Payne kid. Kevin didn't have any trouble when I came to him today. And Ron is looking at you like some love starved puppy." "He is not!" But when I thought about it, she was right. Ron had been acting funny around me. I was just trying to ignore his growing attraction to me. "Oh come on, Sarah, and if you'll be honest with yourself, you'll admit you've been watching him, too." "Oh come on!" "Do you think I woke up one morning and said, 'Hey, today I'm gay?' It was a process, Sarah.
I kept comparing Kevin to the girls I had known, and I decided I'd rather be with Kevin than any of those girls. It wasn't even really sexual. The idea of gay sex didn't do a lot for me. I suppose if he'd been gay and interested in it, I would have been, too. I just... wanted him. And now I can have him. I don't have to tell him I was gay. I'm a girl and he likes me this way. He never needs to know that I'm glad this happened if it means I can have him." She got a worried look on her face. "You aren't going to tell him are you?" I sighed and shook my head. "No. I won't tell anyone.
I, I hope everything works out for you and Kevin." Alicia gave me the kind of smile I would have killed to get from a girl when I was male. She hugged me, the smell of her perfume mingling with mine as our breasts were pushed together. "Oh thank you, Sarah. This is all going to work out. You'll see." Dear God, I hoped so.
We rejoined Ron and Kevin. They had each managed to win a prize for us a small teddy bear for each of us. I hoped I didn't grimace when I accepted the trophy from Ron. He was grinning like a big kid he was so proud of himself. I thought about what Alicia had said about Ron having a thing for me.
Damn if she wasn't right, I realized. In spite of everything, the four of us managed to have a good time together. We tried the various games of skill and I found I did indeed throw like a girl. There'd be no more thirty-yard passes down the center of the field for me. The rides were a different experience for a girl's body. In spite of my bra, I felt my breasts pulled from side to side and my hair was constantly whipping into my face.
I also learned it wasn't a good idea to ride in a skirt. I had to pay special attention to keeping my legs together or I'd be giving onlookers a free show. At last, the evening came to an end. Alicia and Kevin left together, arm in arm. They were looking at each other as if they had been lovers forever. I read someplace that to be successful lovers, a couple needs to be friends first. Andy and Kevin had always been the very best of friends.
I wished them well as lovers, too. Ron had been the perfect gentleman all evening. While Alicia and Kevin had embraced and held hands, I watched nervously as Ron would flex his big hand as if trying to decide if he should take mine. I wasn't sure what I would have done if he had tried. Maybe all girls went through that uncertainty. Women might be equal in the eyes of the law, but guys still usually made the first moves.
