Girl For A Spell
By Ellie Dauber
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Monday
It seemed like only a minute later that the alarm was ringing. Morning! Blah! Monday morning! Double Blah! I reached over to hit the "Snooze" button. Then I saw my arm, my wonderful, _hairy_, male arm. I sat up in bed and looked quickly around the room. It was still half Alice's room, but I figured that Aunt Therese would switch it back later. The girl's clothes would probably stay around as a reminder of what would happen if I misbehaved again. I decided not to worry about that for a few minutes and went into my bathroom to shower and brush my teeth; maybe even to have my weekly shave.
When I came out, I fished a pair of cotton boxers out of that bottom drawer and stepped into them. I couldn't help noticing that they didn't feel as nice going on as the panties Alice wore. I shook my head to try and get rid of such thoughts. Alice was gone. Gone forever! From now on, my only concern about girl's panties was going to be trying to get them off of whoever my date was. I resolved to try to keep that phony-macho attitude (well, for a while anyway), and slipped into a pair of jeans and a Steelers t-shirt. As I was finishing getting dressed, I decided that not causing Aunt Therese any trouble -- for a while, at least -- was also probably a very good idea.
Breakfast was ready when I came downstairs with my books. Aunt Therese acted like nothing had happened. Except as I was leaving, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "You had best know right now that I expect you to be home by four o'clock."
"Four o'clock." I tried to repeat it in the same weird monotone that she had. Didn't quite do it, though. Then I shrugged and left for school.
What can I say about school that day? It was school, the same boring place that it always was. Mr. Holgar in Civics reminded us that our term papers were due the Friday of next week. I groaned along with the rest of the class at the prospect of spending several evenings doing research at the Library. Algebra and Spanish classes seemed easier than usual, though. A little leftover gift from Alice, I guessed.
The important news was that Matt, another member of my bunch had managed to scrounge up somebody's old timing light. He, Phil, and I agreed to head over after school and try it out on Jerry's clunker. Maybe we really could get that thing running by Summer.
My house was on the way to Jerry's. I ran in, dropped off my books, and headed out the door in two minutes, tops. I'd gone about two blocks, most of the way to Jerry's, cutting through back yards and an alley, when I heard the chime from the clock at the North Street Bank. "Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!"
Was I turning back into Alice? I put my hands on my chest. Yes, I could feel my breasts growing under my shirt, the tickle on my neck as my hair got longer. Things seemed to be moving around down in my gut, and I had this weird feeling in my crotch. The tree seemed to slide against my back as I shrank down into Alice's smaller body.
Then the feelings stopped. I opened my eyes and looked around in case anyone had seen me. Nobody had, thank heavens. Then I looked down -- down past where my breasts pushed out Alan's shirt, the nipples visible through the flimsy material of my T-shirt. Aside from that, my clothes had gotten much too big for me. I reached down to my crotch. Nothing! Nothing that I wanted to be there, anyway. I pulled my belt tight, tying it in a knot, so my pants wouldn't fall down. When I tried to walk, I stepped right out of my shoes. My socks had pretty good elastic, so they stayed up, even if they were now much too big for Alice's tiny feet. I grabbed the shoes and started running towards home. Nobody had seen me change, but I sure didn't want to run into anybody I knew. Or just run into anybody, since whoever I met would want to know why Alice was going around in Alan's clothes.
I was home in a few minutes. Aunt Therese was waiting for me in the living room. "I did warn you that I expected you home by four. Maybe Alice can't go to that school of yours, but that doesn't mean that I have to endure Alan the rest of the time. Now, upstairs, young lady, and change into something proper for after school.
"But Matt, Phil, and Jerry are expecting me. We were going to work on Jerry's car."
"Those hoodlums are expecting their friend, Alan. You are Alice, who -- if you think about it for a moment -- knows much less about cars than Alan does."
"What!?!" I closed my eyes and tried to picture Jerry's engine, and how we were going to check out the timing with that light Matt had gotten. I'd seen the light at Matt's locker maybe an hour before, after gym, but now I could hardly remember what it looked like, let alone how to use it. I could see the three guys and the car itself clearly, but the tools and parts were just sort of vague shapes that I couldn't understand. I had no idea what any of them were or how they were used. What's more, I didn't seem to care that I couldn't remember anything about them.
Aunt Therese smiled. "Don't worry, my dear. The knowledge is still there, but only for Alan to use. Now, go put on some proper clothing."
There was nothing else to do. I went up and stripped out of Alan's clothes. I picked a peach colored bra and panty set out of my drawer. I thought for a minute about going without a bra. A few of the other girls at school did. (Other girls? What was I thinking?) But then I thought about how you could see their nipples through their blouses and what I knew the boys said about them. My face suddenly felt warm. I looked in the mirror and found that I was blushing in embarrassment at the thought of being considered that kind of girl. I began to realize again that Aunt Therese's spell had changed a lot more than just my body.
I stepped into the panties and pulled them up to my waist. These felt right, not like those scratchy things of Alan's. I was afraid for a second that I wouldn't remember how to put on the bra, but I slipped into it like I'd been wearing one for years. I'd have loved to put on slacks or, say, a comfortable pair of jeans, but Aunt Therese hadn't let me buy any. Those real old jeans that I'd worn to the mall yesterday were folded over a chair.
I tried wearing them again. They fit -- more or less -- but they just didn't fit right. They were much too loose in the waist, but barely got around my hips. They bagged in the seat and, worst of all, they had a bulge in the front. Who needed something like that? I put on a yellow blouse with a cute "Peter Pan" collar and a matching yellow-brown skirt. I just wanted to relax, so I put on a pair of socks, rather than tights or knee-high stockings, and stepped into a pair of flats. This was much better; much more the way I wanted to be dressed.
When I looked in the mirror, I found that my hair had grown back into the style that Jennie had put it in yesterday. I didn't really need any make-up, just a little lipstick and blush. I found putting the make-up on
as easy as putting on the bra. As if I-as-Alice had been doing it for years, even if I-as-Alan never had. But Alan was Alice. Wasn't he? She? I? It was just too confusing. I went back down to Aunt Therese in the living room.
"That's much better, Alice. There's still some time before I need your help with dinner. Why not get in some study time?" I shrugged my shoulders in defeat and reached for my book bag. Boy! Alice was a lot less strong than Alan was. Those books were heavy! I put my arms through the shoulder straps and headed back upstairs to do my homework.
At supper I told Aunt Therese about the Civics paper being due. As Alan, I had barely begun my research. That hadn't bothered me much before, but it did now. Since I'd gotten most of my homework done before supper, I asked Aunt Therese if I could go to the library. "Certainly, my dear," she said with a strange sort of smile. "Let me get the car keys."
"Keys? It's not much over a half mile. I can walk it in no time."
"No, my dear. Alan might have been safe walking that far alone at dusk, but it isn't really a good idea for you to do it. Now is it, Alice?" Aunt Therese had gotten the keys as she spoke. Now she was staring at me, eyes narrowed almost to slits. I suddenly had an image in my mind. I, as Alice, was walking along a dark street. Men grabbed me. I tried to struggle, but I was just a weak girl. They pulled me into some bushes. They tore at my clothes. I felt my bra ripped off, and hands were squeezing my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples. I screamed and opened my eyes.
I was still sitting at the table with Aunt Therese. She had a much too satisfied look on her face. "Now you know, _Alice_. You may be a boy named Alan during most of the day, but after four, your instincts and reactions are Alice's. And she's very much aware -- especially at this moment -- of just how vulnerable a girl like her can be."
Ten minutes later, we were at the library. "Call me when you're ready to come home," Aunt Therese said. "It will be well after dark, when the building closes." She rolled up the car window and drove off without
another word.
I went inside. My paper was going to be on how MTV had gotten older kids involved in political issues. I'd already done some of the research for my paper, used a Key Word Search program on the school library computer to get a list of articles to read. I walked over to the room where back issues were stored. I was reaching for a volume of old Time magazines up on one of the higher shelves, when I heard a voice behind me.
"Need some help with that?" I turn around. It was Rick Medford. He smiled and walked over. He was about the same height as Alan, so I realized again how much smaller Alice was, when I found myself having to look up to see his face. He leaned in close to me and reached up for the book. "Where are you sitting," he asked.
I pointed to a table nearby where I'd left my notebook. He walked over and put it down on the table. Then he put down his own notebook and picked up my list of references. "This is a pretty long list. Better let me help." We walked through the stacks, while he pulled out the different volumes of old articles on my list. I realized after a couple of minutes that he wanted to show off for me; to show strong he was by lifting and carrying all those books. Just the sort of dumb stunt I tried all the time as Alan to impress girls.
We eventually got back to the table, and he put the books by my place. He went and got a couple reference books from one of the librarians and sat down across from me. "This way, I can look at you while I'm working. A pretty view makes the time go quicker."
I smiled back at him and sat down. "I think so, too." What was I saying?
We didn't say much of anything after that. Well, it was a library, after all. Besides, we both had work to do. I did look up once or twice and catch him staring at me and smiling kind of funny. And once he looked up, and I realized that I was looking at him. He smiled at that. He had a nice smile. I felt my cheeks get warm all of a sudden, and I buried my head in my notes in embarrassment.
A while later, I felt him lightly touch my hand. "Care to take a quick break? I'm buying."
"Okay," I said. "I'm getting a little thirsty anyway." There was a small lounge in the basement of the library: soda and candy machines and a couple of couches. We walked down. The room was empty. Rick put some change in the soda machine by the door.
"As I recall, you drink Coke," he said. "At least that's what you were drinking at the mall, yesterday." He pressed the button, and a can rolled out. "Want anything else?"
"Coke'll be fine," I said. He got a Coke for himself, and we sat down on one of the couches. He sat close, very close. I felt strange. Nervous, but happy, somehow, also suddenly warm. I drank some Coke, but it didn't help. My nipples were tingling, and my stomach was doing flip-flops. I was smiling for no real reason. I realized that Rick was getting to me. I was feeling attracted to him like any other girl might be. Any other girl? No, that was wrong. I was a boy, Alan, under a spell. This feeling was --
Rick reached over and took my hand.
Wonderful! I smiled and looked up into his eyes. I could feel my heart beating. My nipples felt like they'd turned to stone, and my stomach, or just below it, felt so nice and hot. "Yes, Rick?"
"I really like you, Alice. Would you like to go to a movie or something this Saturday?"
"I -- umm -- I don't know." A date! I wanted to so much, but I could hear myself, as Alan, screaming "NO!" in the back of my mind. "I have to ask my Aunt. Can you wait till tomorrow night for an answer?"
I could see the disappointment in Rick's face. He'd been hoping I'd say "Yes" at once. But I was afraid to. It meant giving in to Alice. Then I thought of how Aunt Therese had made Alice a little timid. Was I hesitating because Alan didn't want to, or because Alice was too shy to accept? I stood up to try to shake my thoughts together and make some sense out of them. "We'd better get back up stairs." I looked at the clock on the wall behind us. "The library closes in about 45 minutes."
Rick followed me back upstairs with a kind of hound dog look. I felt so sad that I was almost ready to give in and agree to the date. I didn't, though, but it was tough.
About five to nine, they announced over the speakers that the library was closing. We packed up our notes. Rick put his books and mine on the "reserve" shelf to hold them until the next night. I walked over to the pay phones to call Aunt Therese. Rick came over. "Can I give you a ride home?"
"Right, Rick," I thought. "So you can see that I live at Alan Webster's house. That's all I need. Okay, face, stop smiling and say something to let him down easy."
"Yes, thanks." I'd answered before I could stop myself. Rick smiled broadly and led me out to his car. (His father's, actually.) He opened the door for me, then got in himself.
"Where to? Where's your house?"
There was no point in lying now. Besides, a lie would mean walking home from someplace, and I still remembered that image Aunt Therese put in my mind. "I'm staying with my Aunt Therese at 837 North Maple."
"Hey, I know that house," Rick said. "Alan Webster lives there. Now I see why I thought I knew you. You look a lot like him. Only much prettier. Will you be staying a while, and will you be going to the high school with him while you're here?"
"Thanks." I thought as quickly as I could. "He's a cousin. I'm staying there while -- while my parents are working overseas. I may be going to his school. I don't know how long I'll be here. In the meantime, my old school sent along a bunch of assignments. That, Mr. Medford, is why I was in the library. Any other questions?" I was smiling now, a little surprised at how easily the lies came. Rick just smiled back and started the car.
Like I said, the library's only a few blocks from my house, so we were there in no time. Rick pulled up by the house and came around to open my door. As I got out, he leaned over and, well, he kissed me. And I kissed him back. It was a short kiss, no tongue or anything, but it felt real nice. Only now, my nipples were aching and harder that ever. The warmth in my groin seemed to be spreading out through my body. My knees felt weak. I wanted to kiss him back, but I didn't want to at the same time. I pulled back for an instant to think.
Rick was smiling again. "I've heard that you shouldn't kiss on the first date, but this wasn't our first date. It was our "zero-th date, but who's counting." Just then the porch light went on. Rick ran around and jumped in the car. "See you tomorrow at the library," he called and drove off.
Aunt Therese was waiting inside, watching through the living room window. "You seem to have made a conquest, Alice. Who is he?"
"Rick, Rick Medford. That boy who talked to me at the mall. We met at the library. He brought me home." I wasn't sure if I should tell Aunt Therese about Rick's asking me for a date. I was still afraid to think about it.
"He did more than that, I noticed." Aunt Therese was smiling. It was a smile I didn't like. "And you seemed to be enjoying it, and a bit too much, my girl. Well, go upstairs and get ready for bed."
"Bed? But it's only about 9:30." I was embarrassed about her seeing Rick kiss me and anxious to change the subject.
"Yes, but your body needs extra energy to make the transformation. Stay up too late, and Alice might get to go to school tomorrow after all."
That was a threat I didn't want to risk. Besides, I was suddenly feeling a bit tired. "Okay," I said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Alice. And just think, maybe you'll dream about your new boyfriend."
_Boyfriend?_ I tried not to think about Rick as I ran up to my bedroom. But I couldn't. I kept seeing his face. His smile. He had such a nice smile. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I felt my nipples getting hard again. I
could see them poking out against my bra. I touched one. Oh! The sensation was so strong that it was almost frightening.
I took off the bra and put on my nightgown. My whole body was tingling. I turned off the lights and got into bed. I couldn't help but think about Rick. There was a warm feeling spreading out from my groin. I suddenly realized that I'd been stroking my nipples. I was about to touch myself down _there_! I was suddenly very much afraid of Alice. I lay there in bed a long time, afraid to think of anything, afraid to move, until I feel asleep.
...continued on Tuesday
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