Become Female: A Teen's Awakening

I really don’t remember my folks. They died when I was about five. Car accident. Mostly, I remember my Aunt Liz, Momma’s aunt. I lived with her from when they died, until she got too sick to care for me. I was a junior in high school by then, and—to tell the truth—I’d gotten kind of wild.

Too wild for most of the family. When Aunt Liz started getting sick, there was a lot of looking around to see who’d want to take me. Nobody did. For a while, it looked like I was headed for a foster home. Then, finally, out of desperation, they called in "Aunt" Therese. Therese was some sort of cousin of my Mom’s, a real recluse and the family eccentric. She seldom had anything to do with the rest of us, but, as she said, "Blood tells."

Aunt Liz went to a nursing home down in Florida a few days later, and Aunt Therese showed up the day after that. I was watching TV when the bell rang.

There she was, one of those women who could be any age from thirty to ninety: tall as me (almost six foot) and slender, no make-up, and gray-black hair piled up into a tight bun. Her dress was about the same color as her hair.

She looked me up and down. "You would be Alan. Fetch my things in from my car, please." Without another word she walked past me into the house. I shrugged my shoulders and went out to get her bags. From what I’d heard about her, I’d expected some weird luggage, but this! Besides three heavy suitcases, she’d brought a couple of African masks, a stuffed crow, some really old books bound with a leather strap, jars and jars of spices—all labeled in Latin, even a pair of candlesticks made from animal skulls. "It’s like she’s some kind of witch," I thought.

Aunt Therese turned and looked at me for a minute. "Why, yes, I am," she said. "Very perceptive of you, Alan. There may be hope for you, after all."

- # -

It was like that for about a week. Aunt Therese took over the house like she’d been there forever. Her luggage went into the main bedroom; the books, boxes, and odds and ends into Aunt Liz’s old sewing room. A lot more boxes came in the next few days. Aunt Therese put a lock on the sewing room door after she caught me snooping. She spent hours in that room doing who knew what. Sometimes, late at night, I’d think I heard drums and—once—two or more weird voices talking. I tried not to let all this bother me. It was only a few weeks till summer vacation. I had a bunch of friends, all as wild as me, and we found lots of ways to keep ourselves amused. Jerry had an old clunker of a car, and Phil, the oldest looking one of our group, had managed to get an ID that said he was okay to buy beer. We put both to a lot of good use.

- # -

It was late one Saturday night in early May. We’d been out using that fake card of Phil’s, and I was pretty drunk. I was trying to find my key, so I could sneak in to bed. Suddenly, the door swung open. I heard Aunt Therese’s voice. "Come in, Alan." I staggered in, looking for her by the door. She wasn’t there. I couldn’t figure out how she had managed to open the door, when she was standing way over by the steps. As she walked over, the door slammed shut behind me somehow.

"Dead drunk," she said in disgust. I just stood there giving her a dopey grin. "I’ve been patient long enough. We shall deal with this in the morning." She reached down into a pocket and pulled out a ring. "Wear this tonight. I want you alert and healthy in the morning." She handed me the ring and walked up to bed. I looked at it for a minute. It was silver with a purplish gem, an amethyst I found out later. I was too drunk to care, so I slipped it on and went to bed myself.

*** Sunday

Whatever that ring was, it worked. I woke up expecting one monster hangover, but I felt great! I threw a robe on over my T-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs for some breakfast. Aunt Therese was waiting for me in the living room. Her hair was undone and hung straight down to the small of her back. She wore some sort of blue satin gown embroidered with all sorts of red, gold, and black symbols. All the shades were down, and there were lit candles everywhere. She just stood there and pointed to a chalk pattern drawn on the carpet in the shape of a star inside a circle. "Please stand in the pentagram, Alan, so we may begin."

"What is all this mumbo-jumbo?" I asked.

She slapped my face. "Enough insolence. Move!" I was too startled to resist. I went over and stood in the center of the design. She took five red candles off the table, put each one in a little holder at one point of the star, and lit them. They burned with a greenish flame and gave out thin trails of black smoke. What a strange smell! Then she began chanting in a low voice and walking around the star. After a couple of minutes, the smell of the candles began to get to me. I tried to leave, to go have breakfast, but something seemed to stop me. It was like there was a wall around the blasted thing. I pushed against thin air, but couldn’t get past.

Aunt Therese nodded. "Ah, you begin to see. Now, feel the power. _Feminis corporae transmuto_." She walked around the star saying that same weird chant over and over. Finally, she stopped right in front of me and began gesturing with her hands. "_Feminis corporae transmuto_." Seven times she said it. I noticed that her hands were beginning to glow somehow. The glow got bigger and brighter until it was a ball of golden light around both hands. She raised her hands and pointed at me. "_Transmuto_!" she yelled.

The ball of light shot off her hands and flew across the room towards me. I panicked, but I still couldn’t move out of the way. It shot over the edge of the star and sank into my belly. I felt the energy sitting there warm in my stomach for a minute. Then it seemed to spread out through my body, tingling like an electric shock. My scalp began to itch. My chest felt tight against my robe. I had a weird feeling in my groin, a tingling like my penis was going numb somehow, and inside me it felt like things were being moved around. I shook my head. It felt like somebody was pulling on my hair, too, making it seem like it was a lot heavier or longer. I was dizzy, and the room was spinning. I raised one hand up towards my face. I just had time to notice that my hand seemed to be shrinking. Then I felt myself falling into blackness.

- # -

I awoke in my bed. Aunt Therese was sitting on the edge putting a cold cloth on my forehead. "Ah, awake at last, I see." She smiled for a moment as if to reassure me. "You needn’t be concerned. The first time is always the hardest."

"The first time? The first time at what?" My voice sounded different. I was scared. "Get out of here," I shouted. My voice seemed much too high.

"A young lady mustn’t talk like that," Aunt Therese scolded. Young lady!? I looked down at myself. I had breasts! I could see two nipples pushing out points against the front of my T-shirt. I jumped out of bed and ran to my mirror. I tossed off the robe and pulled my shorts down past my knees. All the old familiar male equipment was gone. Instead, I saw a vertical slit covered with brownish curls. My hair was long, hanging down past to my shoulders. My face looked pretty much the same, except my nose was smaller, and my cheekbones seemed a little higher. The real shocker was my figure. Big tits sticking out on my chest, pushing against the robe; a fairly narrow waist; wide hips. I was too shocked to fully judge my new looks, but I was definitely a girl.

Aunt Therese smiled again at the look of horror on my face. "Yes, Alice—that’s your name now, incidentally—Alice, you were far too unruly as a boy. So I’ve used my magic to transform you into a girl."

"I’ll tell."

"Certainly, go ahead. If they don’t believe you, they’ll think you’re mad. If they do, well, what of it. I’m the only one who can change you back. If I want to change you back. Now, stop dawdling and get dressed. We’ve a great deal of shopping to do."

"Shopping? For what?"

"You’ll see," she said and tossed a pile of clothes onto the bed. "Wear these." She turned and left the room. "Be down in ten minutes, or it gets worse."

The clothes were mostly old stuff of mine from down in the basement, only the Star Wars shirt was new. I’d noticed as I picked the stuff of the bed that I was several inches shorter than before. I didn’t think I was going to be able to fit into most of my regular clothes, so I was glad that Aunt Liz had never seemed to throw anything out. Even so, it felt strange getting into clothes that I’d outgrown a couple years before.

I took off the T-shirt that I’d slept in and put on the Star Wars shirt. Even though I was smaller, the shirt was tight across the, umm, chest, and the material felt scratchy rubbing against my nipples. I put on a new pair of undershorts, too. The ones from the basement wouldn’t fit. I was just too "girly". The pants were the right length. They were very loose at the waist, though, and much too tight across the hips. I barely managed to get the fly up, which reminded me again that I had nothing in front to block the zipper.

Aunt Therese hadn’t included any shoes, so I just put on a pair of sneakers.

They were much too big. I took them off and put on three pairs of gym socks. Then I tried the sneakers on again, pulling the laces extra tight. It looked pretty shabby, but they fit. I was trying to figure out what to do next when Aunt Therese came back into the room. "Stop dawdling, Alice. Our first appointment is in fifteen minutes."

"Appointment? Where? And for what?" I was puzzled and more than a little scared. Was I supposed to go out and meet people looking like this? Apparently, yes, I was. Fifteen minutes later, we were walking into Oak Hill Mall.

Oak Hill Mall! Half the kids I knew in town hung out there. By now, it was early Sunday afternoon. Most of the stores would be opened, and I was terrified of being recognized. But nobody did. Not even Jerry, who I’d been out drinking with only the night before. I mean, even with the hangover that he obviously had, he should’ve recognized me. He was coming out of the "Dairy Barn" just as we walked in, and I almost walked right into him. He just muttered something like "Dumb bimbo" at me and walked away. I didn’t know whether to be happy or mad that he didn’t recognize me.

Aunt Therese grabbed my arm and lead me to the "House of Style", one of the beauty shops in the mall. As we walked in, she touched my throat. I felt a funny tingle. When I tried to ask what she’d done to me now, I discovered that I couldn’t speak above a whisper. A tall blonde in a yellow smock walked over. "May I help you," she asked.

"This is my niece, Alice," Aunt Therese said. "She showed up for a visit looking like a vagrant. See if you can’t get her looking like a lady." I tried to say something, but all that came out was a tiny squeak. The woman, who called herself Jennie, led me over to a sort of barber chair and handed me a smock the same color as hers. I figured I was stuck, for the while at least, so I put on the smock over my clothes and sat down.

Jennie and Aunt Therese talked for a few minutes. Aunt Therese gave me something to drink that almost tasted like tea. Then Jennie came over and began work. She put on some sort of mask over my eyes and began to rub something oily into my hair. It was warm in the shop, and Jennie’s scalp massage felt really great. In spite of everything I’d been through (or maybe because of whatever it was that Aunt Therese had given me to drink), I fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, somebody was rubbing something onto my face. I opened my eyes and saw Jennie. She smiled. "Your Aunt Therese had me to do your make-up as well your hair. I wanted to wake you up to ask how you wanted it, but she said you had no real taste in such matters. I did it the way I see a lot of the kids your age. I hope you like it."

With that she spun the chair around towards the mirror. It—it was unreal. I could hardly believe it was me. My hair was combed out straight and curled up around my neck with a couple of tiny plastic bows, one on each side. My eyebrows were thinned into narrow lines. (How had I slept through that?) I had blue shadow over my eyes, and light red lipstick on my lips. When I put up my hands to my face in surprise, I saw that my nails had been shaped and were colored to match the lipstick. I looked—

"Excellent," Aunt Therese said from behind me. "Every inch the young lady. Now, come, child, and let us do something about those horrid clothes." While she paid Jennie, I got out of the chair and took off the smock. I found myself wanting to look in the mirror again. Part of me hated what was going on and shuddered at the thought of looking in that mirror. Another part of me was enjoying the way I looked. That part seemed to be getting stronger, but before I could decide if I really wanted to take that second, better look, Aunt Therese hustled me out of the shop.

A few minutes later, we arrived at a shop called "Le Moderne" in one of the fancier parts of the mall. The shop seemed closed with shades drawn on all the windows, but the sign on the door said "By Appointment Only". Aunt Therese knocked.

A very pretty woman in a long, dark blue dress opened the door and smiled, "Ah, Therese, I haven’t seen you since last Lammas Day’s coven. And this is the transmute you told me about. Do come in." We went in, and the woman locked the door behind us. It was a woman’s clothing store!

"Yes, Mariah," Aunt Therese was saying. "One newly-made maiden in need of your skill and your wonderful wares to truly fit her new role in life."

"I understand," Mariah said and turned to me. "Take off those stupid male clothes right now, girl. I want to get a look at what I have to work with."

I wasn’t sure what to do. I certainly wasn’t used to stripping down in front of women. But I was a girl now, myself. I hesitated for a minute then pulled my T-shirt off over my head. (Being careful, of course, of my new hair-do.) I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. I suddenly felt embarrassed standing there in just my shorts. I put a hand over my crotch like any guy would do, but for some reason, I put up my other arm to cover my tits. Aunt Therese and Mariah looked at one another and smiled.

"Very good, Therese," Mariah said. "Feminine instincts already. She’ll be an easy one."

"I do expect so," Aunt Therese said. "It’s just us girls, though, Alice.

So take off those boxer shorts. You look ridiculous in them."

My shorts joined my other clothes in the pile near my feet. I was puzzled. What did she mean "feminine instincts"? I thought it might be important, but my mind just didn’t seem to want to focus. "Now, come over here," Mariah said, "and let’s get started." Here was a table of lacy women’s underwear. She handed me a pair of panties, blue I think they were, with little yellow butterflies on one side. "I think that these should do nicely. Ah, yes, and here’s the bra that goes with them." She handed me a matching bra with the butterfly pattern on one cup.

I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. They felt light and cool on me, much different than the cotton shorts I was used to wearing. I wasn’t sure how to put on the bra. I thought for a moment, then I put it around my waist and fastened it. I was starting to twist it up and around to my breasts when Mariah stopped me.

"No, you little twit. Take that off, right now!" I stopped and unsnapped the bra. "Now, put your arms through the straps and lean into it—yes, that’s right. Now reach around behind you—good girl—and grab the ends. Good! Now, feel around for the hook and eye—Yes! Now, just hook it up."

I did it just as she ordered. I’d never worn a bra, of course, but now the movements came easy. Somehow, I felt better with the bra on. My breasts weren’t that big (even if they did seem enormous to me just then), but the support of the bra made them feel more comfortable. Pantyhose came next. I found that I knew how to put them on: one leg at time, being careful not to get them twisted or to snag them on my pretty new nails.

Mariah handed me a pale blue dress. "Try this. It goes with your eyes." I’d never thought much before about dressing to match my eyes. But now, it seemed more important. I wriggled into the dress and buttoned it up the side. It felt a little tight at the waist and seemed to push up my breasts, making them look more noticeable.

"I think these should be your size," said Mariah, handing me a pair of light blue shoes. With a two inch heel! I put them on and took an experimental step. I was a little wobbly, but I found that there was no problem if I took shorter steps than I was used to and shifted my weight as I walked. Shifting my weight also shifted my hips. My walk was now totally feminine.

Aunt Therese smiled and pointed to a mirror over by the wall. "Go take a look at your new self, Alice."

I’ll admit, I was more than a little curious. I’d been too scared to take a real good look when I first changed, and I hadn’t been able to tell much in those old clothes. Aunt Therese had rushed me out of the beauty shop, but now she let me linger to fully appreciate the effects of her magic.

But now! Holy spit, I was one prime fox! I mean, I knew my head looked pretty good with the new hair-do and the make-up. But the body was a real surprise. Big, melon-y breasts, the nipples half visible through the shear bra and the flimsy dress; my waist, now almost narrow enough to put your hands around; and full, luscious hips. My legs looked pretty good, too, long and well-curved in those high heels. I loved the way I looked, and I kept turning and staring at myself in that mirror.

Aunt Therese walked over. "Very pretty, isn’t she, Alan?"

It was like a blast of cold water, but I found that I could talk again.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I already told you that, as punishment for your horrid, male behavior. You know who you really are, but you’ll find yourself acting like the girl this body says you are. And, by the way, you’ve been under this spell long enough now that you can’t tell any one what I’ve done. If you try, you’ll just begin to giggle, and should you persist, you’ll find yourself prattling about all sorts of feminine inanities."

Mariah walked over, her arms full of clothes. "There’s still a lot more for you to try on, dear."

Now that it was decided that I was properly dressed, we spent the better part of two hours looking at other clothes. Aunt Therese picked out several more panty and bra combinations; several more dresses; a short pink nightgown and a frilly, dark blue one; and a number of blouses and skirts. Mariah had a lot of women’s slacks on display, but Aunt Therese ignored them. When I asked about getting a pair or two, she just said that a lady never wore slacks.

A lady! Hell, until that morning, I’d been a boy. But Aunt Therese was acting like that was a thing of the past. The scary part was that I found myself enjoying it. I was soon "oohing" and "ahhing" over this or that outfit like I’d always been a girl.

For example, I had hated changing out of one particular skirt, a lacy green job that was the latest fashion among several of the girls I’d dated recently. Aunt Therese said that it was too short and too tight. "A lady suggests her gender," she said. "She doesn’t shout it." That got to me. Here I was, a boy turned into a girl by his aunt-the-witch, and she was talking like I was some kind of tramp and she was being forced to protect my virtue.

By now it was mid-afternoon. Even Aunt Therese admitted that she was getting hungry. I put that first blue dress back on while she paid. Then we headed out to the Food Court. I got a burger, coke, and fries and headed back to the table. Aunt Therese was waiting for something at the Chinese stall, and I figured that I’d better not start till she got there. I was staring off into space trying to figure out everything that had happened, when I realized that somebody was talking to me.

"Excuse me, but don’t I know you from school or someplace?" Omigosh! It was Rick Medford. He’d known me (the male me) since third grade. If he could recognize me now, I’d never live it down. I looked at his face for a few seconds then looked away.

"No," I said. "I don’t think so. He pulled out one of the chairs at the table and sat down. "I’m sure I remember you, but I’ll be darned if I can remember where I know you from. My name’s Rick Medford. I’m a senior at Jackson High. Maybe we met at a dance or something."

He gave me his best smile. "It bugs me. You’re too pretty for me to forget where we’ve met." I wasn’t sure how to take the compliment. Rick had a solid reputation as a lady killer, and I was getting a prime sample of his technique. It was getting to me, too. I felt my nipples tingling, and there was a sort of a warmth down in my crotch. It felt good, and I smiled back at his dumb line in spite of myself.

"My name’s Alice, but you really don’t know me. I’m here—"

"Having luncheon with her Aunt, whose chair you have taken, young man." Aunt Therese had come over. She positively loomed over Rick.

"Uhhh, no, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am. Have a nice lunch, ma’am." Rick stood up quickly and began a hasty retreat towards CD City. "Nice to meet you, Alice."

Aunt Therese sat down. "Well, that was fun. I’m so glad you’re making friends, Alice. Perhaps you’ll see that nice boy in school tomorrow."

School! I hadn’t thought about that. I couldn’t go to school; not as Alice. "Oh, relax, child," Aunt Therese said. "Things are taken care off. Think of something else. Think—why, think of how nice it felt to have that boy flirting with you. Made you feel warm and tingly all over, didn’t it?"

I looked down at my burger. "Yes" was all I could say. More than the dress or the hairdo, the way that my body had reacted to Rick’s flirting told me that I really was a girl. And worst of all, that some part of me liked being a girl. I was trapped in this—this nightmare for as long as Aunt Therese wanted.

I didn’t eat much of that lunch. When Aunt Therese finished hers, we headed back to the house. As we pulled up in the driveway, Aunt Therese told me to take all my new clothes upstairs and put them away. There were about six boxes and bags, but I got them out of the car and up to my room without too much trouble in two trips. (I did notice, though, that I was a lot weaker as a girl than I had been as a boy.)

The trouble started when I pushed open the door to my room with the first load. Or what had been my room. It was changed, half my old room and half - well, half was a girl’s room. Two of the walls were now painted pink instead of light blue, with posters of kittens and male rock stars on the walls where my motor rally posters and Playboy pin-ups had been. The bed and the dresser were in the same place as always, but the top of the dresser was covered with some frilly pink padding. My bedspread was also pink, and the bed had some sort of cloth canopy over it. I’d had a worktable in the corner yesterday, my tool chest and parts from an old PC spread out across the top. Now, there was a low table and chair with a lighted mirror on the wall next to it and containers of make-up and a box of tissues on a tray on the top of it. Next to the tray was a copy of Seventeen along with the issue of Electronics Experimenter magazine that had been there the day before.

"Like it?" Aunt Therese had come up behind me. "A little something that my magic fixed up for you, while we were at the mall."

"Where’s all my stuff?"

"Why, your stuff is right there, Alice. So are some of Alan’s things. The rest of his stuff is in the basement. Some of his clothes are still in the closet or in the bottom drawer of his dresser, but there’s lots of room for your pretty, new girl’s clothes. Put them all away carefully. After all, you’ll be wearing them for a long, long time."

I set the boxes down on the bed and opened the closet door to hang up the two garment bags. Most of my (Alan’s?) clothes were gone. Just a few of my old T-shirts and three pair of jeans hanging in a corner of the closet showed that a boy had ever lived in this room. Several of the now-empty hangers were padded with some kind of pink foam. I hung up the two bags with the skirts in them and got a couple of fancy blouses from one of the boxes on the bed. After I’d hung them up, Aunt Therese showed me how to pin the new skirts on some of the unpadded hangers.

Most of my dresser was empty, too, except for a few of pairs of undershorts, some mis-matched socks, and some undershirts in the bottom drawer. My new bras, panties, and pantyhose went in the top drawers where my underwear and socks had been. Blouses and a couple of sweaters went into the lower drawers. The long nightgown was draped over the foot of the bed.

Aunt Therese started to leave. "And get started on your homework now. I’m sure you haven’t finished it." She was right. I hadn’t. I hadn’t intended to, either, but now it looked like I didn’t have any more choice about that than about anything else. I sat down at my desk, which was now painted a light pink to match the rest of the room, and began doing my algebra.

- # -

A couple of hours later, and I was done. The math had gone easier than usual, and I remembered a lot more of my Spanish vocabulary words than I normally did. "Maybe Alice is smarter than Alan," I thought. Then I decided that I’d rather not find any silver linings in this new, pink cloud.

I put my books away and headed downstairs.

Aunt Therese was in the kitchen. "Ah, Alice. Just in time to help with supper." Before I could say anything, she’d tied a frilly apron around my waist and handed me a bowl with some potatoes and carrots. "Be a good girl and peel these, please."

I peeled them. And I cut them up for the stew we were making. Yeah, we were making. Normally, I hate to cook. It was a girl’s job. Only, now, I was a girl, and cooking was suddenly fun. I was thinking about that as I was setting the table. Aunt Therese came in with the food. As she sat down, she looked at me like she was reading my mind. "Oh, don’t worry about why you suddenly enjoy cooking, Alice. My spell changed you mentally, as well as physically. Otherwise, I’d just have had a troublesome niece instead of a troublesome nephew. Instead, you’ll find that you’re now a demure young lady, studious and obedient. A little shy perhaps, especially with boys, but very much the girl you appear to be."

I ate my meal in silence. I helped Aunt Therese clear the table without her even having to ask me. She put the leftovers away. I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then headed up to my room to think. I laid on my bed for well over an hour, just staring up at that dumb, pink canopy and trying to sort things out. I was a girl now. I liked to cook. I liked wearing dresses and how I looked in them. I liked—oh, my gosh! -- I liked Rick Medford. I couldn’t help thinking about what he said, how he’d acted at the mall food court. I pictured him smiling at me, and I wondered if he really liked me; if he’d like to date me. I suddenly realized that my nipples were tingling—just like with Rick at the mall. No way! This was happening too much too fast. I ran to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face.

That felt better. On my way back to the bedroom, I heard Aunt Therese call from downstairs. "Are you all right, dear?" She knew what I’d been thinking about! Hell, she’d probably put those thoughts in my head somehow.

"Yes, Aunt Therese," I called.

"Well, you’ve certainly had a long day, Alice. Why don’t you go to bed early tonight. You’ve got school tomorrow, you know."

"Yes, Aunt Therese." I suddenly felt very sleepy. I went back to my room and slipped out of my dress, stockings, and bra. Boy or girl, I figured I’d better wear some kind of underpants. I glanced at the mirror as I hung up the dress. "Boy," I thought, "what a body I’ve got now." If I’d been Alan, alone with an almost naked girl who looked as good as I did now, I’d have screwed her in a minute. Now I was just proud of my figure, my narrow waist and my wide hips. And my breasts—my breasts were as pretty as any I’d ever seen in a Playboy. Not as big, but I was only sixteen.

Suddenly, I realized what I was thinking. My thoughts weren’t of screwing such a pretty girl, but of being pretty enough that some boy would want me. And I was smiling at the thought! NO! I shook my head, trying to shake those thoughts loose. Then I grabbed my long, loose nightie and threw it on, so I wouldn’t have to look at my new body. Maybe I was stuck with this body, but why did I have to like it so much?

The nightie felt cool against my bare skin. The soft cotton felt cool against my legs and my breast. I climbed into bed and tried to get comfortable. It took a minute to get used to sleeping in the new position required by a girl with breasts, but then I was asleep almost at once.

*** 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 some-body’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!"

Suddenly, I felt very dizzy. I leaned back against a tree and closed my eyes. I was shivering a little and felt very strange. It was a feeling that I’d never had before. No! It was the feeling that I’d had when Aunt Therese had cast her spell on me.

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 got 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 Ricki. 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.

*** Tuesday

However much sleep I got must have been enough. I woke up as Alan.

Jerry was really pissed at me for not showing up the day before to help with his car. Matt and Phil weren’t too happy either. I told them that I’d gotten stuck helping Aunt Therese with some stuff around the house. They’d all met her at one time or another, and Phil even had the good sense to be a little afraid of her, though he didn’t know why.

I knew why, but I sure wasn’t going to tell. The best I could do was to warn him, warn them all, to stay clear of Aunt Therese. I made up some lie about her being a little crazy. Said that I had to humor her, or I’d wind up living in a foster home someplace or worse. They were sympathetic and agreed to go along.

(I suppose that I could have told them the truth: that Aunt Therese was a witch and that, if they weren’t careful, my cousin Alice would have some new girlfriends to compare lipsticks with. Yeah, and they’d have believed me. NOT!)

Just when I thought everything was handled, Rick Medford comes by. We didn’t have any classes together; he being a senior and me a junior. Besides, he hung out with a different crowd, so I hadn’t seen him (as Alan) in a good month or more. Now he came looking for me. To ask me about my cousin, Alice, no less.

I told him the same lies that I had the night before. Only now, he wanted details. I made some up. My Dad and hers had been first cousins. Her dad was a businessman who’d been given a temporary assignment traveling through Europe. She was staying with Aunt Therese and me while he and her mother were over there. No, I didn’t know if she’d be coming to our school. I didn’t think that she would, though. Her old school had given her a lot of work to do, so Aunt Therese had decided to keep her at home, rather than do all the paper work needed to register Alice as a temporary student.

Then Rick got to the important questions. Yes, Alice had mentioned him when she got home. Yes, she seemed to like him. She said something to Aunt Therese about having a good time at the library. I said that I’d been busy, and, anyway, it was girl stuff, so I hadn’t paid very close attention. No, I didn’t know if Alice had a boy friend at her old school. She’d never mentioned one.

I realized that I’d better figure out what to say if Rick ever asked Alice about a boy friend. I finally decided to say that Alice was between boy friends, if Rick ever asked her—asked me—oh, whatever! I’d just say that they’d split up a week or two before she’d left, and I—she—didn’t want to talk about it.)

After Rick headed to his next class, Jerry and Matt chimed in. They were both curious about my cousin, and why hadn’t I introduced her to them. They knew Rick’s reputation, so they figured that if he was interested, then Alice must be a fox. Didn’t I think my friends were good enough for her? Somehow, I found myself thinking that maybe they weren’t. I bobbed and weaved for a while; told them that Alice hadn’t wanted to meet anybody. She’d run into Rick by accident, and the two had hit it off. I don’t think that they bought much of what I said, though. The guys, I decided, were going to be trouble.

All in all, it was not my best day at school. That afternoon, I gave Jerry and the others the same lame excuse about having to do something for Aunt Therese and headed towards my house. It was almost a relief to get home. Aunt Therese wasn’t home. "Gone Shopping", her note said. I would have relaxed, except that I knew what was coming at 4 PM.

I had a crazy idea about watching the change, so I ran up to my room, stripped down, and stood naked in front of my mirror. The bank clock struck "Four." I began to feel dizzy. All my body hair seemed to shrink down into my body. My muscles seemed to shrink down, too, into smooth, slightly pale skin. My whole body was shrinking. It looked in the mirror like I was getting younger, about age 12 or so. Then I noticed that the hair on my head was growing over my ears. My nose seemed to be getting smaller. I was so fascinated watching my face becoming pretty that I just stared at it for a minute.

Then I realized that I was missing the big changes. I looked down. My breasts were already about the size of plums and growing out, growing bigger as I watched. I could feel my balls retreating up into my body. My pubic hair had reshaped itself into an upside-down triangle. I could barely see my prick. By now, it was maybe an inch long, shrinking up into a new position inside my vagina and becoming my clit. I panicked and reached down for it, barely finding it as it shrank. Then I suddenly felt very embarrassed. "A girl shouldn’t be feeling herself up like this," I thought.

I knew then that Alan was gone again, and Alice had arrived in his place.

I walked over to the dresser and picked out a cute bra and panty set, lilac colored with white lace flowers. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up around my hips. They were soft and cool, so much more pleasant to wear than Alan’s scratchy cotton shorts. I did have a little trouble getting on the bra. The hooks were trickier than either of the other bras I’d worn, but I managed on the second try. I found myself thinking for a minute of how hard it would be for a boy to unhook it. I was sure, though, that Rick could manage. I found myself giggling at the thought; my nipples getting hard. (Oh brother, maybe I was that kind of girl, at least for Rick.)

I went over by the mirror, thinking to distract myself by looking some more at my new body. Even without make-up, I was gorgeous. Not quite centerfold standards, but I was getting there. I should have felt lust, staring at this great looking chick, standing there half naked posing in the mirror. Alan would have lusted after a girl like this. But I was Alice now, a girl myself, and all I felt was pride in how narrow my waist was and how my breasts filled out my bra. I walked around, turning my head to keep watching my image in the mirror. I saw my hips sway as I walked, my butt moving invitingly. It was really cute, and I wished I had a pair of jeans or a tight little dress that I could wear to show it off better. (Yeah, Alice was definitely back.)

I decided that I’d better finish getting dressed, when I heard Aunt Therese come in. I put on a light blue sleeveless blouse and a matching skirt. The skirt was a little on the short side. I’d barely been able to persuade Aunt Therese to let me buy it. I liked it because—well, because it showed off my legs so nicely. "Might as well give Rick a treat," I thought. I put on a pair of skin tone peds and my new sneakers and went down to help Aunt Therese with the groceries.

I had just put a bag of groceries on the table when the front door bell rang. Aunt Therese was out back bringing in another bag. "Doorbell," I yelled to her. "I’ll get it."

Big mistake! It was Phil and Jerry come to get Alan. "Well, hello," Phil said, looking me up and down. "You must be Alice. We heard about you, but we didn’t think anybody could be as pretty as they said you were. Is Alan home? I want to congratulate him on his taste in cousins." Jerry just leered. I wished that I hadn’t picked out such a short dress. I felt naked in front of them. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, but I knew that doing so would just make things worse.

"Alan—um, Alan’s not—he’s not here," I said. I wasn’t worried about them recognizing me as Alan. Heck, Phil was looking at my breasts, not my face, while he talked to me. I just felt like I was on some kind of bug on display, and I didn’t like it.

"Can you tell us where he is?" Jerry chimed in. "Even better, would you like to come with us to look for him?" Great! Now my friends were hitting on me. I knew these guys well enough to know that they weren’t about to rape me or anything. But sex was definitely on their warped little minds, and I really didn’t think that I enjoyed being with them as Alice.

"My niece will not be going with you," Aunt Therese pronounced. She made it sound like it was written in stone someplace. "As for Alan, he is here, but unavailable. His behavior has been so bad that he will not be leaving this house, except to go to school, for some time."

Phil and Jerry both jumped at her voice. "Could we at least see him for a minute? It’s kind of important."

"Since I hold you two miscreants to blame for some of his worst behavior, you will not be allowed to see him here, either." Aunt Therese was either very mad, or she was laying it on to good effect. The guys turned and, without another word, hurried away from the house. Aunt Therese smiled. "Well, that was fun. Now shall we put away these groceries?"

I felt somehow like I wanted to wash my hands after talking to the guys, but I figured that I’d better help Aunt Therese. We got in the last of the groceries and started putting things away. "So, Alice," Aunt There asked me all of a sudden, "what do you think of your cousin’s friends?"

"They’re, umm, they’re okay, I guess."

"Truthfully now, my girl," Aunt Therese said. "You weren’t acting as if you were very comfortable around those two."

"I was afraid that they’d recognize me." It was the truth, or at least part of the truth. At best, the guys would think I was some kind of cross-dresser, maybe even gay. At worst, they might guess what had happened. (Jerry had told me more than once that he thought Aunt Therese was some kind of witch.) Then what would Aunt Therese do? Turn them into girls, too. Or maybe something worse, frogs or bugs or something.

Aunt Therese looked me up and down. "That might have been what Alan was thinking. But I asked what Alice thought." She had me.

"Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. I was afraid that they’d recognize me, but only for a minute. Then, I was just upset that these two guys were staring at me like a piece of meat or something and that their only real concern was trying to—to get me into bed. I didn’t like it."

"Ah, poor sweet little Alice. She isn’t used to being a girl, yet. Most teenage boys—most men, in fact, think mainly below their belts. You did yourself when you were Alan. I’ll wager that even your friend—what was his name? -- oh, yes, Rick, is guilty of doing it. You just have to learn to accept that—and the sort of crude behavior that results—as the price of being such a pretty girl. In fact, watching you learning to accept it is part of my fun in the casting of this spell on you."

"And just how long is your fun going to last?" I was worried now. The more Aunt Therese enjoyed watching me squirm, the longer she might keep the spell going. Being Alice was getting way too comfortable. I wanted to get it over with and go back to being Alan full time.

"It will last, more or less, as long as I wish it. Your—Alan’s behavior was intolerable. As Alice, you are far more well behaved. When I am sure that her politeness and good manners will remain with Alan, then and only then will I end the spell." She looked up at the kitchen clock. "And since all of the groceries are put away—and thank you for your help, incidentally; Alan seldom helped around the house—you should go back to your room to study or do homework until supper. We’ll be having a cold chicken pasta salad this evening, so I won’t need your help getting it ready. Just come down about six."

So those were the terms. I went back upstairs to think about things. I was acting differently as Alice. I had been proud of her body while I was getting dressed. I not only felt comfortable in her pretty dresses and skirts, panties and bras, but I liked wearing them. Helping with the groceries had seemed the natural thing to do. And I didn’t like being around two of my oldest friends. That last one bothered me. What bothered me more, though, was that I had liked being around Rick.

Then I thought some more about Rick. He bothered me, too, but in a different way. I found myself smiling at the thought of seeing him at the Library. I decided that I did want to go out with him over the weekend. That made me smile more. (And worry more.) I knew that I’d have to ask Aunt Therese if I could go. But I thought that I’d better wait a bit before asking, considering what she’d said about Rick before.

I was primping in the mirror, thinking about seeing Rick. Then I realized that Aunt Therese probably wouldn’t let me go to the Library if my homework wasn’t done. I couldn’t bear not seeing him, so I buckled down. I was just finishing my Earth Sciences problems, when I heard the bank clock strike six. All I had left was some Spanish vocabulary review, and I could do that before I went to bed. I put my books away and headed down to eat.

I didn’t say much during supper. Aunt Therese asked if my homework was done. I said all but the Spanish vocabulary review, and asked her to drive me to the Library. She agreed and even suggested that I ask Rick to drive me home.

Rick was waiting just outside the Library. He waited till Aunt Therese had driven off, then asked about the date. "Yes, I’d love to go out with you this weekend" I said, enjoying his big smile when he heard that. "But I still have to ask my Aunt. Things got a little edgy with us this afternoon, and I didn’t want to bring up any plans for the weekend."

It was a lie, but I couldn’t tell him the truth. I wasn’t sure what Aunt Therese would say after her comment about boys thinking with their penises. I wanted to wait a little bit till she forgot about what idiots Phil and Jerry had been.

"Okay, I guess," Rick said. "At least you didn’t say ‘No’. I guess that I can wait another day." He opened the door and held it for me. "After you, my lady. We still have our time studying together tonight." I smiled at him and went through into the building. We went over to where we’d left our stuff from the night before and began to work.

We both worked fairly steadily. I looked up and caught him looking at me once or twice, and one time I stopped and just looked at him for a minute until he caught me. We both laughed at that. Time went so fast that they were giving us the "Fifteen minutes until the Library closes" notice before I realized it. "Let’s put our stuff away and grab a coke for the ride home," Rick suggested. I agreed. We put the books back on the restricted shelves and went downstairs to the lounge. As we walked in, I realized that Rick was holding my hand. And that I liked it.

Rick bought a couple of sodas and we headed back up. We left the building just as the five minute notice came over the P-A system. Rick’s car was at the far end of the parking lot. "The lot was much more filled up when I got here," he said. We walked over to the passenger side. I waited for him to open the door. He put the two sodas on the car roof and took my hands in his.

I began to feel a tingling all over. He leaned forwards and kissed me. The tingling got worse. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and there was a warmth flowing down from them straight to my groin. Rick let go of my hands and put his arms around my waist. I raised my own arms up and around his neck. My mouth opened. I felt his tongue touch mine. I pulled it back, and his followed. My nipples felt like they were inches long. My panties suddenly began to feel damp.

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