I was out on a dinner with my friend Valerie, and we had been eating at one of our favorite Chinese restaurants, Magic Dragon Palace. The teryaki ribs may have been sweeter, had it not been for our less than pleasant circumstance for meeting. Valerie and I usually met places like this to discuss problems we were having and she had recently been broken up with by her girlfriend. I hated to see her so upset, but at the same time, I also had a lot on my mind as well. I had been single for years myself, although I had ... well, been around to put it lightly. It was never anything serious, but a lot of women found me attractive for some reason, just not attractive enough to date, only to sleep with.

As I watched Valerie finagle her lo-mein awkwardly around her fork, I felt bad for her because I could sympathize on most things love. Granted, I had never been a lesbian before, but how much more different could it be? Well, considerably different, I was about to find out.

"I just can't take it sometimes, yknow?" Valerie said, her eyes turned away, absorbed in her plate and the table. I tried to do my best to maintain my sympathetic attitude. It's not that I didn't care, but after a while, I found myself hopelessly frustrated with her, trying to reason with her and not being able to relate. "Alex said she liked me, she was so much different... and just... ugh."

She paused from eating to reach her hand below the table, from where she retrieved her shiny black cell phone, the messenger behind many devastating texts. I gave her a warning look.

"Dont." I said to my friend. She stared back at me, giving me a joking glare, but then slowly putting down her phone. Before she could finish stashing the device though, a nearly imperceptible vibration awoke within it. Of course, she sensed it as well, and looked at the phone as I buried my eyes into any direction other than hers.

"You gotta be kidding me..." I sighed.

"I'm sorry..." she said, her voice sounding strained, despite having an overall flat demeanor to that point. "It's not Alex anyway... it's Jake"

"Oh, that guy from Eastway?" I asked, referring to the bar we'd sometimes frequent.

"Yeah, he kept hitting on me the other night... like how dense do you have to be...?" she chuckled, leaning in closer and talking softer so she didn't make a scene "... I mean, I'm gay"

"Heh, yeah" I said, not really thinking much of it. To me, Valerie was just a friend of mine. We had been friends for a few years, talking here and there but becoming closer recently from her own issues with women, and my inability to love women... other than sexually.

"What was that about?" Valerie asked, giving me a curious look.

"What?" I asked.

"That 'heh'" she said, her eyes fixated on me. I could tell she wasn't going to let this go.

"It's nothing" I retorted, "seriously. I just mean... I don't know...? You've been with a few guys before, right?"

"Yeah, but I keep telling you... it just wasn't there... the chemistry" Valerie said, causing me to tsk under my breath.

"The chemistry" I said, ignoring a text message of my own as she spoke.

"It's important, Bobby! I've loved a lot of people... I've been friends with a lot of people, and it's just different... I don't know, you don't understand it because you're a guy" she chuckled.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I laughed.

"Well, whether you're gay or straight, you just care about one thing ... getting it in" Valerie said, cracking a smile for the first time in a while.

"Oh, and you don't?" I chuckled, before realizing how silly that must've sounded. "You know what I mean"

"Actually I don't..." she said chuckling.

"Well... shut up" I said joking. I finally acknowledged my text message, opening up my phone.

"Who's that?" Valerie asked.

"It's Jason, he says the place is crawling with babes..." I chuckled, "and we're still here eating Chinese... we should ask for the check and head out"

"That's ok" Valerie said, grabbing for her jacket on the chair and seeming a bit put off.

"Well... we don't have to" I stammered.

"No, go" she said, as the waiter happened to bring over our check and 2 fortune cookies. "I'm sure there's someone there you're just dying to meet..."

"Not really, actually" I admitted, "I'm just..."

"Just feeling it out?" she chuckled, opening her fortune cookie slowly. "Hmm. My fortune's actually pretty nice"

"Yeah? What is it?" I asked.

"It says 'You will find love in unexpected places' " Valerie said, tucking the fortune back into her pants pocket. "Aren't you going to read yours?"

"Nah, not big into that stuff" I shrugged, leaving the cookie on the plate.

"Whatever, more cookie for me" Valerie said, taking the cookie from the table and stashing it in her purse.

"There ya go" I chuckled, taking the check.

"What? Are you calling me fat?" she tsked.

"I never said anything!" I said, and put my credit card down with the check, being sure to pass it off to a nearby waiter. Valerie let out a great sigh.

"You didn't have to pay..." she said.

"I know, but I wanted to" I said sincerely, "you've had a rough night"

"I've had a rough week!" she sighed,letting her long black hair fall into her face, just so she could mess it up some more with her hands. "But... thanks"

"Sure" I said, as we slowly began to get up and head out the door. Before we did though, I helped Valerie on with her coat.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman?" she said, turning red in the face briefly.

"Ha, see? Maybe this lesbian thing isn't for you after all" I laughed, giving her a playful tap on the ass.

"Oh my god! Stop!" she sighed, pulling herself away from me. "You're such a pig..."

She rolled her eyes as we parted ways. I had playfully flirted with my friend before. Truth be told, I'd be willing to bang her if I thought she'd enjoy it.

But since she wouldn't, I figured I may as well try my luck yet again with the ladies at Eastway.

I walked into the bar, greeted by my overly confident friend Jason. He even made me second guess this whole "pick up artist" crap. He was so over the top, and yet he still managed to sleep with some of the hottest girls at the bar.

"Lots of hotties today" Jason said, his one track mind firing on all one cylinder. "Although some of them are really weird"

"Weird how?" I asked.

"I don't know, man... there's this one chick, Ericka who won't talk to anyone, she's just been sitting there all night, and the rest of them are just... all over the place, man. I don't know" Jason said. "If you'd like to try your luck, go ahead"

So, I took a brief seat next to a girl wearing all green.All the while, I couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving Valerie so early when she was having a tough night. I realize that during this stretch of introspection, I had been gawking at the girl next to me, so I finally spoke to her instead, admiring the shortness of her green skirt.

"Is it uh... Saint Patrick's Day already?" I chuckled.

"No..." she sighed, "green's my favorite color though, and I am part Irish"

"Oh? Cool. What's your name, I'm Bobby" I said.

"Chelsea" she said, half heartedly shaking my hand. I had been used to that feeling. Had I wished, we could've kept talking and maybe ended up in her bedroom,but for what? I began to feel apathetic. "Some of my friends and I were going out to get high... if you wanted to come"

I was no stranger to narcotics but I decided to lay low for the night. The guilt of abandoning my friend, along with the sudden downturn in my sex drive was making me feel more and more like leaving.

"Uh... thanks anyway..." I said, and suddenly gasped, feeling a bit of unwanted pressure in my throat.

"I'm sorry, what'd you say?" Chelsea asked, looking at me inquisitely.

"I said..." I muttered, coughing deeply, but I couldn't shake the feeling in my throat. My voice began cracking as I spoke. "I'd rather not..."

I gasped, and stopped talking almost immediately. My voice had been fluctuated and I sounded like I had laryngitis... or was going through puberty.

"So yeah..." I sighed, and began walking away, "I'll catch you later!"

I tried to sulk off, before anyone else caught wind of my embarassing "voice hiccups" but I should've figured it wouldn't be that easy.

"Ha! Oh my god!" Chelsea laughed, sounding about as drunk as she looked at that moment, "this guy's got a crazy voice!"

She sway to and fro on her barstool, laughing, eliciting some attention from the other girls at the bar, but not enough to cause a fuss, as I was able to slip out to my car. I looked at myself briefly in my car's mirror and appeared fine, but somehow felt strange. I fumbled for my keys and decided to drive home. Maybe I was coming down with something. I didn't need any more reasons to leave the bar, so I had no problem with driving home.

I tried testing my voice out for the hell of it on the car ride home. I sounded fine, at the moment, so I sighed and decided it must've been a crazy moment. Nerves probably got to me, I said to myself, trying to rationalize the brief happenings in my head. I got home early enough to consider calling Valerie.

I also decided to take my cordless phone into bed with me, feeling suddenly drowsy. I lay down in my bed and dialed her number. I listened to the phone ring 4 times on the other end before going to a voicemail. I sighed and began talking.

"Hey Val... hope you're doing okay. Just thought I'd say hi..." I said, gasping as my voice had "hiccuped" briefly again. For a short moment, I sounded like a chipmunk as I squeaked "HI" I quickly put the phone down and sighed. I definitely needed some sleep. Something I had eaten at that chinese restaurant wasn't agreeing with me. I let my phone slip from my hands onto the dresser beside me and quickly drifted off to sleep.

"Hello Dolly"

by Sonicfan287

Chapter 2: Startling Developments

I could only hear constant noises pinging in my head... a continuous feeling which further disoriented me from reality. I had remembered key details from the night before but nothing that could give me any insight on this unpresedented feeling. My night was plagued with moments of clumsiness, as I could remember flopping my useless body out of bed on several occasions, sometimes making it as far as the bathroom before turning around and returning to bed, forgetting what it had been to drag me up in the first place.

I remember noises... some made by myself and others around me reacting. Was this a dream? or something more tangible? As I felt more world tumble into and out of darkness, I felt that pounding again. This was a more recognizable feeling... perhaps from drinking too much, but I hadn't had anything to drink at all. I remembered stopping at the bar but not long enuogh to even converse with anyone, let alone get a drink. As the rush of noise began to slow down, I felt great relief just to be laying still. I blinked several times, familiar with my bed around me, but not much else. The piercing red numbers on my alarm clock were an unfriendly reminder of when I should've woken up.

As the numbers on the clock pulsed, so too did my heart and my head. I strained to pull myself up, feeling a sudden weakness pulling me down. It was almost as if every muscle in my body was getting a workout just from getting out of bed, an exercise I had performed many times for many years. I reached forward for my bedpost, to get myself up faster and felt almost numb to the touch. I was holding the bed post, but it didn't even resonate with me. My weight shifted itself upward and I strained to let go and sit up on my own.

I titled my head down and sighed. The sigh was one of the more calm noises I had heard from some time, but why was I sighing? As I looked down more, I realized that I should've have been sighing at all -- I should be screaming! I tilted my head back to its normal position, convinced that I was still dreaming. Whatever weird hallucinations had their hold on me last night still hadn't faded... because when I had panned my head downward for even a brief moment, it almost appeared as if I was staring into somebody's naked butt cheeks.

Of course I wasn't that naive... and the more time that passed, the more my memories returned. I began to feel panicked, and then panic turned to rage but before it could go any further, I stood up more fully and tried to calm myself down. This was the cycle I had been going through all night, I realized. I stumbled to the mirror and gasped. It was true...

I stared into my hands now, moving them slowly, but they no longer felt like mine. They felt like a stranger's... I felt like a stranger... in my own home. I didn't even recognize myself, but I didn't have amnesia... I knew who I was, or at least I thought I did. This is the third time this has happened this night...

"The third time..." I mumbled, letting some air escape from my mouth, the sound piercing me with its strangeness. I tested myself again, allowing more speech to come free from my lips, "this is the third damn time... and it's... it's not a dream... this is really... happening..."

I walked slowly to the hall to confirm this and recalled the trail of clothing which led to the bathroom and back. It was a mess of socks, underwear, shirts, pants and the like, but none of them were mine... not anymore. In name, I was still Bobby and the things I owned were still mine, but I had somehow been transformed into someone else... a female me. I was a biological female, in every sense of the word. I didn't even know how this happened but I had only hoped I hadn't caused any more trouble in the hours I was incoherent.

I walk slowly to my clothing drawers which were untouched from the chaos. When I open them, I'm met with the traditional wardrobe I had been used to seeing. Of course, most of my clothes had been gender neutral so it wouldn't make too much of a difference, but I felt so strange holding them up in front of me. I stand again to get a quick glimpse of myself, still not used to the experience.

For a split second, my mind actually thinks it's looking at a naked woman, but it doesn't realize who. My senses become temporarily excited before realizing she is me. But if she is me... and I'm a true woman, then why does that excite me at all? The questions raged on in my head, moreso than ever before. In fact, everything seemed to be tying me down. I was so disoriented from everything that even laying out several clothing options became a chore.

I looked at the shirts on my bed, all slightly different colors and shrugged. What did it really matter? I threw one on to cover my nakedness, the fabric now struggling to pull itself around my new curvier self. This left a blatant portion of skin showing where my waistline now was. I put on some of my jeans but found them to be a much tighter fit. Had I gained weight? Well, sort of, but not in a bad way. I groan with frustration, trying to button my former pants. They hug my waist so tightly, I feel like I'll burst out of them. Looking in the mirror again, my facial expression matches my emotions perfectly. Fear, confusion... and yet a hint of whimsy. For looking at the girl in my mirror, dressed half like a guy, looking like a ditz and yet still with my personality, I couldn't help but laugh for a brief moment. My laughter was light and flinty and seemed to vanish as soon as it started.

I picked my phone up off my dresser and noticed there were 18 missed calls, all from my friend Valerie. Oh crap, I thought to myself, I hope I didn't miss anything. Along with the calls themselves were several text messages all asking "are you ok" "you alright?" "do you need me to come over?"

Those were followed with more urgent text messages.

"Do you NEED me to come over? PLEASE? YES OR NO!"

I began to feel afraid again, the phone shaking in my hand. Part of me was tempted to run back into bed and throw the covers on, hope that it would go away and I'd wake up as a boy again. Part of me was ready to face the truth, but what did that even mean? What could I do as this new female self? I couldn't very well return to work and be recognized... I didn't even know if my best friend would recognize me.

I take a few deep breaths and start dialing her number. My god... I think to myself, she won't even recognize me speak.
The phone rings a few times and I feel sweat form on my brow. I hang up in cowardice and shove the phone in my pocket, which felt a bit more snug. Suddenly there is a ringing at my doorbell. I creep cautiously towards the window, careful not to be seen.

"Um... hey?" I heard a concerned voice from beyond the doorway speak, "It's Valerie... you ok, Bobby? You didn't sound so good last night..."

I clenched my teeth nervously, tears almost instinctively forming in my eyes but I tried to fight them back. It was too late. How could I explain this to her?


"B-Bobby?" I heard her wavering voice repeat, "please just let me know you're okay so I can go to work"

I closed my eyes hard and threw myself towards the door. I opened the door in a hurry, mantaining my panicked composure, about to spill my guts to my friend but she looked at me upset instead.

"Oh." she said, her voice dropping in level.

"Wh-What?" I asked, in my usual shy tone, although now feminized.

"N-Nothing..." Valerie said, appearing sad, "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm... I'm sure you had a great night..."

I stared back at her confused for several moments. What was she talking about?

"Tell Bobby I don't want him calling me anymore..." Valerie growled and left in a huff.

"N-No, wait!" I said, trying to call her back, but she continued onward. Only when she had receded far into the distance did I open my mouth again, only to say "...I am Bobby"

I closed the door and let my body slide to the floor helplessly. I could no longer hold my emotions in, so I began to weep bitterly into my jeans.

I dialed her number again frantically, but it didn't seem to matter. In my current state, I felt too nervous to do anything, so I remained at the foot of my door, drying my tears. I'd call Valerie's number, let it ring a couple of times and then hang up. I was too embarassed for her to hear my voice. I was too embarassed to even explain what happened. I still wasn't sure myself.

I finally mustered up the strength to get myself up. I decided that no matter how this had happened, I needed to deal with it and I needed to tell Valerie. Before I did though, I rushed back into my bathroom, still in shock to see the female face staring back at me. The eyes that stared back at me appeared scared and tired. I gazed down briefly and let out a great sigh. I had to figure this out. I had to get in touch with Valerie and explain what happened.

I splash some water on my face from the bathroom sink, trying to feel more awake. I finally force myself out the door and begin walking to my car. I think to myself and try to consider the best way to do this. I remember Valerie mention that she had work. She worked at a clothing store in the mall, but how could I convince her who I really was?

Just as I was about to start my car, I felt my cell phone vibrate. I picked it out of my pocket and looked at the screen to notice another text message from Valerie. It said "Leave me alone". I sighed and started my car. Besides a few moments where I'd feel disoriented, I felt fine otherwise. I felt like I had a hangover from the night before, but this was something much more serious. As I stared back at my eyes in the rear-view mirror with surprise I couldn't help thinking to myself that dreaded thought?

"What if I was stuck this way?"

I found a parking space at the mall and walked in, greeted to the usual bustling noises and large crowds. I hurriedly found Valerie's job and peeked inside. Feeling shyer than normal, I stumbled in, greeted by 2 persistent women at the front.

"Hi, would you like to try our new fragrance?" a black haired lady chirped, having already lifted the fragrance off its plastic pedestal. The other lady held back a chuckle, as if she had seen the entire act a dozen times already. I shrugged and shook my head.

"Um,no thanks" I mumbled.

"Was there anything you needed help with?" the other lady asked and I decided to ask for my friend this time.

"Um... is Valerie on today?" I asked nervously.

"Val's on break" the black haired fragrance lady replied, "but we can take a message, is this an emergency?"

"Uh... no" I said, struck with confusion at the question. It may very well be an emergency but certainly not one which I was accustomed to. "I'll just come back later..."

I shuffled my way out of the store quickly, as the friendly women followed me out the door with their salutations. I paced down towards the food court, hoping in my mind I was right. My body may have changed but my mind stayed mainly the same and I had all of my memories of Valerie and knew what she did on breaks.

Sure enough, there she sat, alone, having a quick lunch.

I took a deep breath and approached her table, feeling like a complete stranger. What would she say? What would she think? I certainly didn't want her to cause a scene because some random girl was talking to her. As I approached, she seemed distracted by her phone which was something I had been accustomed to seeing.

As if by habit, I let out a chuckle, not realizing how close I was to her so that she could hear.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on your lunch?" I muttered, but not quietly enough. Valerie turned around in surprise to see her female friend staring down at her in the cheap mall seat. She turned away quickly, using her hair to further hide her face from me.

"Please... whoever you are, leave me alone" she sighed.

Feeling more aggressive now, I sat in the chair across from Valerie but she simply turned her body away from me.

"Valerie, please..." I sighed.

Valerie remained silent, noticeably upset. I was a woman now, so why couldn't I figure out what was upsetting her? She wouldn't even speak to me, but as I stared at her from her outwardly turned angle, my mind was racing, trying to figure out things to say.

"Val?" I said, in a heartfelt tone, "I'm sorry you've been having a rough week, and... I guess I should be more... understanding of that, instead of asking for your help..."

Finally, Valerie broke her silence.

"Okay, WHAT do you want?" she said, her voice suddenly becoming rude.

"Huh?" I asked, startled.

"What do you want?" Valerie asked, "I'm really not in the mood for this... I'm sure you're a nice enough person but why did Bobby send you here?"

"Bobby?" I asked nervously, still unfamiliar with the concept of hearing my own name in this context.

"Yeah." Valerie said, "I'm fed up with this, look, I gotta get back to work"

She stood up in a huff and took her tray. I stood up at the exact same time, trying to stop her.

"Valerie, please wait!" I gasped, raising my voice. I felt myself grow more and more tense and could feel it in my bones. The feeling built up inside of me and finally, I began sobbing, my words slurring. Valerie walked away, but a lot slower, until finally she turned back.

"Ah geez..." she sighed, watching me crumple to the ground on one knee, eliciting stares from several onlookers. "Look... ugh, c'mon what's wrong?"

"I... I..." I stuttered, fumbling with my words, "I need to talk with you...please... I'm going through something... really bad... right now"

Valerie frowned.

"I'm sorry, but I don't even know you..." Valerie said, a sincere tone in her voice.

I nodded somberly.

"Y-Yes you do" I stuttered, my voice gunked up from the onslaught of mucus and tears flowing through me. I got myself up and turned flush red, feeling unprecedented embarassment. "YOu have work until 5, right? Can I talk to you then?"

Valerie gave me the most unwelcoming stare back I'd ever seen. I suddenly felt the fear inside me grow.

"Look, miss... I'm sorry about... whatever's going on, but why don't you just stay with Bobby or something...? I really don't know you and I'm just... a little uncomfortable right now" Valerie stuttered, backing off and heading in the other direction.

"Val, wait!" I said, forcing the words out.

She said nothing and continued to walk away. I didn't want to chase after her and cause even more of a scene so I stayed behind and sat back down at the table. I no longer felt like crying. In fact, I felt almost nothing. My best friend had run from me twice, and thought I was someone else. I tried connecting with her but it was no use. How could I ever hope to explain this? I didn't even understand it. Maybe this was all some kind of nightmarish dream, but everything felt all too real.

Well now what? I thought to myself, looking around the crowded mall. I couldn't believe it, but a small portion of my mind was entertaining the thought of buying female clothes. But why? I didn't want to embrace this, I wanted to be free of it. I thought it'd make me more believable to Valerie. But I didn't want to be believable... I was a boy in a girl's body. There was nothing believable to be had.

I shrugged and looked around, having a few hours to kill before Valerie left work. I decided to indulge my inner female and entered Macy's, looking at several cosmetic products with utter confusion. As much as they interested me, they also kept me away with their expensive price tags. Geez, it cost more than I thought to be beautiful.

Chuckling at the thought, I returned to the mall and sat down on a bench. After some time had passed, I noticed another fellow had sat beside me. He looked me in the eye a couple times, turning away everytime I acknowledged him. I shrugged it off, but felt uncomfortable all the same, so I fished for my phone out of my pocket and pretended to be on it.

The guy still caught my eye through my periphery so I put my phone down, ending my "fake texting" and looked at him.

"hey" he said, sounding very shy. "how's it going?"

"Uh, fine" I said, giving him a small smile, but only to make him feel more at ease. It was weird making someone else feel nervous. It always used to be the other way around.

"Are you... waiting for anyone?" he asked, his voice sounding a bit more assured.

"Huh? Me? No... well, just waiting for my friend" I said, not expecting to be engaged in conversation at this time.

"Oh... cool" he said, and then shrugged, "yeah me too"

"Oh, thats cool" I said, humoring him. The guy appeared to be a few years younger than me and was noticeably nervous. he slid his body closer to mine on the bench though causing me to slide over, until I found myself making contact with the edge, feeling cornered.

"I uh... think I'm gonna go" I said nervously, smiling involuntarily as I tried to be nice. As I was walking away, I heard his voice raise. I felt guilty enough to turn around and talk to him.

"You uh... have a lot of friends?" he asked.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just asking... if you have a lot of friends" he asked.

"Um... no... I mean, I don't know" I stuttered.

"Well I just figured you did..." he said, "because you're ... because you're beautiful"

"Oh geez" I sighed, finding myself almost laughing but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I looked down at the ground, barely making eye contact with the young boy but uttered, "Thanks" and walked away.

That felt so weird, I thought to myself, leaving the kid behind and being sure to speed up as I walked back through Macy's, simply to get away. He was a nice enough kid but that had been more awkward than even I could remember being at his age. I'd never sit down next to a strange woman and just start talking like that. Maybe at a bar, but not at a mall and not to make lame ass compliments like that. Was I beautiful though? I stopped and looked at myself in one of the store mirrors. I found myself instantly critical of my face and my eyes, which still appeared tired and worn. I'm sure for the ridiculous price of $34.95, I could make myself look YEARS younger with some product they had there but why did I even care?

Furthermore, why did I care if I was BEAUTIFUL? That was such a stupid word anyway... I'm not beautiful, I'm just... me. At least, I think I'm me.

As I paced outside the parking lot, I couldn't help but think about how crazy this all was. Here I was, stalking my best friends car and feeling like a total creep. I knew she got out of work soon, but what would I say? Why couldn't I just say the words? Why couldn't I tell her who I was? Why did it even matter? Maybe it was better if she didn't know. As I let the time pass, I run through the entire thing in my mind, still feeling ridiculously hungover from my brief experience as a female to this point.

One night, I had been out with my friend Val, and things were fine, relatively speaking. I went out to that bar and came home, and the next thing I knew... all this shit happened.

Suddenly, my train of thought was broken by none other than my friend Val.

"Oh my god" I heard her say, sounding a bit miffed. I turned towards her startled. I could only nervously stutter.

"Wh-What?" I exclaimed, feeling myself turn flush red again.

"Y-You... are ... oh my god" Valerie tsked. I had no idea what to say.

"What?" I repeated.

"Please leave me alone" Valerie said, her tone sounding very scared. As I could feel the tension grow between us, I became further paralyzed with fear. What was I going to do? She stared me down for what felt like hours and I continued to grow nervous. I looked down, unable to make eye contact with her and felt the shame come over me.

"V-Valerie..." I muttered, barely audible.

"No, please" she said, looking at me with fearful eyes, "I don't know you, I don't know how you found my car or how long you've been waiting, but please, leave me alone or I'll have to call the police"

"V-Val..." I said, being face to face with her stonewall appearance. I had no choice. I had to release my emotions. I opened my mouth to speak, but only one thing happened. I cried, yet again, uncontrollably. I found myself clutching the side of Valerie's car as I fell to my knees. Why did this keep happening?

"L-Look, I don't want any trouble..." Valerie sighed, walking around me to get to her driver's side of the car. I continued to feel desperation grasp me as I watched her drift away from me. It was now or never. "Please, leave me alone. I hope you feel better"

"Valerie, please wait!" I said, holding back the tears and the pain, "It's me..."

"Me, who?" Valerie said, sounding incredibly impatient as she paused at her car.

"It's ... It's Bobby" I sighed, throwing myself into the car door.

"Wh-What did you say?" Valerie asked, raising an eye brow.

I finally gained the strength to stand and looked my friend straight in the eye, my lip quivering.

"Valerie... it's Bobby..." I said, my voice still sounding foreign to me. "I know its hard to believe but... I... woke up ... like this... and... this is me... Bobby..."

Valerie gave me a blank stare for several seconds. I made unwavering eye contact, hoping that she would understand. My face and body had changed significantly but my eyes weren't too far different than before. I was still similar to myself, but was I similar enough?

After moments of silence, Valerie finally made a move. She opened the door to her car and rolled down the window to talk to me.

"Get in" she said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Get in the car" Valerie said, firmly. She unlocked the passenger side door to allow me access. I stared at her blankly. "I don't have all day"

I let out a great sigh and opened the door, letting myself settle into the seat uneasily. I shut the door and looked over at her. She put her keys in the ignition but didn't start the car. She seemed fascinated at looking over at me. Everytime she did, I turned away nervously, diverting my attention from her by any means nessecary.

"Y-You're not making this up, are you?" Valerie asked, her voice sounding as nervous as I felt. I shook my head no. "Bobby... look at me"

I turned around and looked her in the eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes met mine and I felt a bit more at ease, but I couldn't really say why. All I wanted was someone to comfort me, someone to help me, and even somebody to understand what I had yet to understand. At the very least, Valerie had always been that, but in this bizarre circumstance, would that be enough?

"I... I'm sorry" Valerie said, after taking a long deep breath. I looked at her inquisitively.

"You're sorry?" I asked.

"Yeah... I shouldn't have avoided you" Valerie said, "or ignored your texts"

"Seriously? Don't worry about it" I said, sighing with relief, "So... you believe me?"

"H-How could I not?" Valerie sighed, "I just have to ask you one thing..."

"Ok... what's that?" I asked.

"Are these real?" Valerie chuckled and playfully squeezed my left breast. I felt a bit awkward but I chuckled.

"Y-Yeah... as real as yours" I laughed. "But seriously... how did this happen to me?"

"I have no idea" Valerie said, her voice trailing off as she looked in her rear view mirror, then back at me, and then back at the mirror. She began to drive.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Back to my place, of course" Valerie said, "unless you wanted to go out for a pedicure"

"Ha... very funny" I sighed, crossing my arms in frustration.

"I was only kidding, Bobby" Valerie said. "Should I still call you Bobby?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I mean, Bobby's a boys name... and you're not exactly..." Valerie stuttered.

"Please stop" I sighed, sounding half serious but half joking, "This is embarassing enough as it is"

"Okay okay" Valerie sighed, "I'll be honest, I have no idea what you must be going through. I could only imagine what it'd be like if I woke up as a boy"

"Heh yeah" I said, briefly chuckling to myself at the thought.

As more time passed, we became more relaxed around each other. We even started making small talk about her day at work. It was remarkable how little had changed despite my entire appearance. During the drive home, Valerie also received a text from her now ex girlfriend Alex. I sighed with frustration.

"What?" Valerie asked defensively.

"I told you to stop talking to her" I tsked, sounding like a teenage girl at a slumber party, "she's no good for you"

"I know, I know..." Valerie sighed, "I just... I don't know. She wants me to come by and pick up the rest of my stuff and..."

"You're not going to, are you?" I asked, finding myself raising my voice to a squeaky high level for a moment.

"I have to, Bobby" Valerie said, "I left some expensive things over there... plus, I don't know, I kind of want closure"

I sighed and stared down at the floor mats.

"I suppose I can understand that" I said, as Valerie pulled into her driveway. We walked up towards her room and continued talking.

"So, that guy from work kept hitting on me again today" Valerie said.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's kind of getting annoying" Valerie chuckled, "I mean, I guess I'm glad about the attention but..."

"But what?" I asked.

"I-I don't know" Valerie stuttered, "It doesn't really matter... I'd say YOUR issues are a bit more important right now"

"Yeah" I sighed, almost glad to be able to escape from my dilemma, even from that brief moment. "But what do I do about this?"

"I'm not sure, really" Valerie said, while going into her closet and picking through some clothes. "But why not have fun with it? Y'know? Ride it out?"

"WHat?" I asked.

"Here, try this on" Valerie laughed, throwing me a pink tank top of hers. I looked at her with a stare of bewilderment.

"You serious right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, c'mon Bobby, embrace your feminine side" Valerie said.

"Ugh..." I sighed, noticing her giving me a puppy dog type of look. Maybe it was my new found feminism or my own remaining obedience towards women, but I took her up on the offer and reluctantly accepted the clothes she picked out for me. New female clothes for my new female body.

I took the clothes into her bathroom and awkwardly got undressed. Again, I stared at my naked body in the mirror, feeling confused as ever to see the face staring back at me. I decided to block it out and focus on putting on the clothes Valerie had given me. I yanked the tank top on, feeling it tug at my breasts. I finally got myself together and came out of the bathroom to see Valerie laying on her bed, on her phone again. She looked up for a second and saw me in my new clothes.

"Wow, that's working for you" Valerie said, standing up and leaving her phone on the bed.

"Uh... yeah" I said, still feeling out of place. Valerie got closer to me.

"Yeah..." Valerie said, giving me a reassuring smile, "well hey, at least you're beautiful"

I chuckled nervously. There was that word again. Beautiful.

"Uh... thanks" I said, feeling myself turn flush red.

"In fact..." Valerie said, approaching me even closer. "That tank top... looks really hot on you"

"Um... thanks" I said, feeling infinitely more uncomfortable as Valerie closed in on me, her body nearly touching mine. There was a brief pause before I could swear she started to lean in towards me. I quickly backed away. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Uh... nothing" she chuckled, backing off and quickly retreating to her bed. She grabbed her phone and avoided making eye contact with me. I sighed nervously and looked at myself quickly in her bedroom mirror and then back at her... one of my best friends who I think had just tried hitting on me...

"See? And this is mascara..." Valerie said, putting a small line of it under her eyes before wiping it with a small tissue, "I don't really wear it much but some people like it. It helps accentuate the eyes a bit."

Valerie shuffled through some more of her cosmetic products as I let out an awkward sigh.

"Val, I appreciate all this but I don't need a 101 lesson..." I said. "...also, I find high heels very uncomfortable"

"Psh, most girls do, Bobby" Valerie replied, rolling my eyes as if I made a stupid comment. "Its just what we do... honestly, I think that was one thing I disliked about Alex, she never really embraced being a woman..."

"Alex, you're still talking about her?" I asked, momentarily preoccupied with the lip gloss.

"Heh, no... I'm just... yeah" Valerie said, "Well you know what its like... how long did it take you to get over your ex girlfriend...?"

"Who, Amanda?" I sighed, before remembering "...it was quite a while"

"See?" Valerie said, "and I just get so embarassed too, because I'm so much more emotional than her... I mean, imagine if she saw me out in public... I haven't seen her since the breakup. Can you imagine?"

"Heh, can you imagine what MY ex might say if she saw me?" I chuckled, half joking.

"Oh my god, that's be so funny!" Valerie snorted, her voice momentarily resorting to her childish tone which she would occasionally use, "you should do that ... just go up to her and be like 'You made me hate women so much, I decided to be one, or some shit like that' see what she does..."

I smiled and looked over at my friend, glad to see she was having a good time, even if it had been at my expense.

"You're something else, yknow that?" I chuckled, still wearing my friends pink tank top. It had been a little tight on me, but provided me with more support than my baggier clothes from earlier.

"I like to keep things unique" Valerie admitted. "Although you've got me beat there"

"Ok, ha ha, I get it" I said, still not used to the fact that I was a woman now.

"So, how does it feel not wearing a bra?" Valerie asked, "I only ask because I could never get away without one, I'd sag way too much"

"What do you mean?" I asked casually, "this tank top has kind of a built in... thing"

"Oh please, that?" Valerie shrugged, "it may as well be nothing. You need a REAL bra. Especially seeing as how you're a bit bigger than me in that area... geez, you're getting me jealous"

"Oh my god, are you serious?" I laughed, putting Valerie's multiple sized makeup containers back in the purse she had given me. As I did this, Val made her way to the closet, coming back with some different color bras, ranging from purely functional white ones to more risque. "Ah geez..."

"What?" Valerie said, appearing embarassed for a moment as she set her underwear on the bed in front of me. In the back of her mind, she had to know that I was still a guy, and we'd never be doing this back in the old days. We had a certain comfort zone as friends, but we never saw each other's delicates....usually for good reason.

"N-Nothing" I sighed, laughing to myself at the very notion of it. Not even a night ago, I was just trying to pick up chicks and now I WAS one. Does this mean I try to pick up guys? The very thought of it confused me, but was also on my mind none the less. I wasn't sure how any of this worked. "I'm just not sure I was ready to see this side of you..."

"What do you mean?" Val asked.

"I mean... this?" I tsked, picking up a dark pink lacy bra with several small pinholes in it. "I mean geez, why don't you just say... here it is?"

"Oh hush!" Valerie laughed, "why don't you just try one on?"

"I'm -- I'm good" I said, half afraid as I folded her pink bra and put it back on the bed.

"Oh c'mon... it's REAL easy..." Valerie said, bringing a few closer to me, "You just go around the back, hook a couple things and you're good to go..."

"I said no..." I said, giving her an uncomfortable look. She had just started to get me to warm up to things but every now and then, she'd become pushy and I'd get afraid. I wasn't prepared to live this way another moment, let alone another day or longer. I didn't need a bra as long as I had a tank top on and wouldn't be this way for very long. I could deal with a little sag.

"You're no fun" Valerie chuckled, putting the bras back in her closet. I couldn't help but notice that she had a lot of them, to go along with her rack of shoes on the wall of the closet. Apparently when you're a girl, you have a whole lot more money for clothes, because she had pairs upon pairs of EVERYTHING. My current wardrobe consisted simply of shirts and pants and only a few styles of each. Just then, Valerie brought up something else I wasn't comfortable with wearing, "hey how about a skirt to show off those thighs of yours?"

"Valerie!" I shrieked, my face turning red again, "Pl-please... c'mon..."

"What?" she laughed, "I'm just trying to help"

"I-I know, but I'm sick of you trying to dress me like I'm your own personal doll!" I said, crossing my arms.

"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry..." Valerie said, "I guess we should try to figure out how this happened to you, so maybe we can do something about it..."

"Yeah..." I said, preoccupied once again with the lip gloss that I hadn't put away yet. I sniffed it and smiled, being filled with its scent.

"Oh yeah, I really like that one" Valerie said, "it's..."

"...lemon meringue pie..." I chuckled, opening it up.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Valerie smiled, seemingly impressed with my knowledge of lip gloss scents.

"Well... heh, I've kissed girls before" I laughed and then brought it close to my lips before asking for permission. "Can I...?"

"Sure" Valerie smiled and then drew herself closer to me. She took her hand and put it on mine, forcing my hand back onto the dresser to put the lip gloss down. I looked at her, confused. "I've kissed girls too"

She then leaned in close and pressed her warm lips against mine. I struggled for a moment but for some reason, I didn't struggle as much as I thought I would. My body only flinched a bit but my muscles relaxed almost instantly and I was filled with the warm scent and taste of Valerie's mouth and the lip gloss. She drew away before our kiss had become too long and I looked at her with a half smile on my face that I quickly hid. She looked at me, breathing heavily, making it more evident that she had gotten some kind of pleasure out of our encounter.

"Ummmm... what?" I asked nervously, not sure what to expect from my friend at this point.

"Th-That was honestly, probably the best kiss I've ever had" Valerie said.

"What? No way!" I tsked, realizing what a girl I sounded like at the moment.

"Y-Yeah..." Valerie said, sounding more stunned than me at this point. "Y-You were great"

"Um... th-thanks..." I said, blushing, "you were too... but I mean, I'm not used to girls saying I'm good... but then again... I'm usually in a different body..."

"Well..." Valerie said, giving me a naughty smile, "This body works good for you..."

I got nervous hearing her say that but even more nervous because of what I was thinking about. In my mind, I could only see my friend Valerie wearing nothing but that tight pink bra with the pin-holes.

It seemed like the temperature in the room was getting hotter and hotter around me as I felt more disoriented than I had in a while. It was a similar feeling to that which I had when I first made this strange transition but this time felt more familiar. I was feeling a certain sense of arousal but I couldn't let Valerie know. Was this natural... was this supposed to happen? As my friend Valerie seemed to be going through the same mental denial herself, I decided to put the subject to the back burner and focus our attention else where. We had always been friends and if it never worked before, it certainly couldn't work now that I was a woman.

"Ok Valerie, let's think" I said, trying to sound like myself again but I still sounded like a woman, "All we did was go to that chinese restaurant and..."

"Oh yeah, what ever happened after that?" Valerie asked. "Didn't you go to the bar?"

"Yeah but not for long... I hit on this one chick named Chelsea... I think it was" I said, feeling so stupid to be recalling the story in my female voice, "and I just wasn't feeling it... although that's when I started feeling sick"

"Sick how?" Valerie asked.

"Not overly sick, but like something was wrong, yknow?" I said, trying my best to explain the odd sensations I had gone through, "And my head was pounding and everytime I talked... my voice started cracking"

"Ah-ha, thats it!" Val exclaimed.

"What?"

"Your voice... started cracking, you must've been changing then!" Valerie said.

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yes... how soon after did your change happen?" Valerie asked, as if she were a private investigator.

"I... I'm honestly not sure" I stuttered.

"C'mon, think" Valerie said.

"I'm sorry..." I said, feeling very frustrated with myself and for everything that had happened to this point. I almost felt like it was my fault this happened, like this was something I could've done or should've done to prevent it. I didn't even know where to begin though. As I felt an invisible object move me from within, I pushed myself towards Valerie and forced her into a hug.

"Uh... ok" Valerie chuckled, "what's this for?"

"For helping me out..." I sighed, releasing a strong breath into her shoulder as she pat me on the back reassuredly.

"C'mon, Bobby, this isn't going to get us anywhere" Valerie said.

"R-Right... well... what do you think we should do?" I asked.

"I... I don't know" Valerie said, giving me a sort of unsure smile, "It's your body, not mine... I want to help you but I'm not sure... I'm... I'm sorry..."

"So am I stuck this way?!" I squealed, my new feminine voice resounding all around me like a strict new reality. I let go of Valerie and even though I felt normal, I also could swear the room was spinning as I was consumed with worry and doubt. "I... I can't do this, Val! I can't be a woman! I could barely handle my life BEFORE!"

"Bobby, please calm down..." Valerie sighed and sat on the bed.

"I... I know... I should" I said, slowing myself down and sitting next to her. My hands were trembling as I held them in my lap. Even my hands looked foreign to me now. What wasn't foreign was the sight of Valerie's hand as it drifted onto mine. She gave me a warm smile as she held my hands steady.

"Bobby. Please" she said, now seeming more sure of herself, "everything's going to be okay"

"Ok... thanks, Val" I said, almost quietly, "I needed that"

Valerie had always been a valuable friend to me and we had both had our shares of relationship problems and other quarells in the past. As my former self, I'd playfully flirt with her and sometimes I had secretly wished she wasn't gay but I never really put too much thought into it. Now, I was seeing her completely different. Even my hormones wanted her more, which surprised me the most of all.

"I think we should go to the chinese restaurant again" Valerie said, "and speak to the manager"

"Are you serious, Val?" I tsked, "We can't just go rushing in there and tell them 'oh by the way, I'm a woman now, it must've been the lo-mein!"

Valerie laughed uproariously at my fecetious attempt at humor, but then kept speaking in a calmed tone.

"I see your sense of humor hasn't changed" she smiled, "you'll need that. But seriously, it's more than a little odd that all of this happened after we went to dinner there?"

"Yeah, but we've been there before and this has never happened" I said, eliciting a nod of understanding from my friend. Suddenly, she turned her head to the side and fished for her phone which had started vibrating under the bed. I felt suddenly emotional to see her leave my side, as if I needed her attention every second. But ... that wasn't rational, and it sure wasn't going to help.

"Ugh... where'd I put it?" Valerie sighed, referring to her phone which she finally nabbed from under the covers. There, she was a missed call. "Ugh, Alex... again..."

"Thats it, I'm taking this from you!" I said jokingly and reached for her phone. She laughed and pulled it away, towards her pocket but I kept pursuing her with my hands. Finally, we both crashed into a heap on her bed laughing, the phone still cradled in her hands in a vice grip which I tried to rip open as if her hands were clam shells.

I lay on top of her, struggling still and laughing, barely even able to see when I felt a tingle in my lower stomach. Oh no... I was ticklish.

"Ha!" Valerie laughed, grabbing feverishly at my lower belly with her free hand. I squealed out helplessly, and then broke my hold on Valerie's hand.

"EEEK!! STOP!!" I shrieked, between my incessant laughter but Valerie was relentless and used both of her hands now to tickle my sensitive stomach. I fell onto the bed, laughing but also crying. Valerie sat up and was now looking down at me and stopped playing around when she saw my tears.

"Bobby... what's the matter?"

"This is so embarassing!!" I sobbed, choking pathetically on my own words as the tears ran down my face.

"Wh-What? I don't get it" Valerie asked.

"Me... laying on your bed, laughing like a little girl!" I sobbed, taking long breaks in between my shattered words. "How did this happen to me? I'm scared Valerie... please... no more..."

I buried my face from her in my hands and let the tears consume me. I felt her try to pull me up from behind but I resisted, staying limp on her bed instead.

"Bobby..." Valerie sighed, letting her arms fall to the side in frustration. "Bobby I..."

Just then, her phone started vibrating again, just like before. It had to be her ex girlfriend again...

"Ah geez, I gotta take this" Valerie tsked. I suddenly felt a sudden rage come over me and I sat up in a hurry.

"DON'T ANSWER THAT!" I snapped, tears still falling from my eyes, but I was too late and she had already taken the call, looking back at me with a frustrated look. I got off the bed and started pacing angrily towards my friend. "Don't talk to her!"

"Shhh!" Valerie whispered, taking the phone to her side for a moment, still looking at me, "please, let me finish"

She put the phone back to her ear and I watched from a helplessly close distance as she talked to her ex, using only one or two word answers to most of her questions.

"Okay... well... if you want" Valerie said, sounding as cordial as one could hope to be talking to their ex.

"Val..." I tried interjecting but Valerie seemingly ignored me, getting me angrier. "Put it on speakerphone"

Valerie shook her head no. She continued walking away from me with the phone in her hand.

"Okay, sure... I guess I can..." Valerie said, now in the bathroom.

I know I probably shouldn't but I had no choice. I stormed into the bathroom and began yelling.

"Valerie! What'd you do with my towels?" I screamed out, my voice echoing in the background.

"Wh-What?" Valerie asked, diverting her attention from the phone. "N-No, I'm sorry... I... Alex, you still there? Yeah, I can... maybe tomorrow... well..."

Catching her off guard, I snatched the phone from Valerie's hand and clicked on the speakerphone. Valerie stared at me with shock but I kept my mouth shut and kept letting the conversation happen, holding the phone at a close distance to my friend. I playfully smiled and shook my head to let her know I wasn't going to be stopped.

"Uh... anyway, you were saying?" Alex said on the other end, "who's that girl in that background?"

"That's uh... just..." Valerie stammered.

"I'm her girlfriend, who the hell are you?" I cut in, suddenly sounding confident. I don't know what had come over me but I was going to go with it. Valerie stared back at me with a slight smile on her face but also utter shock.

"Uh... what?" Alex said, sounding more confused than anything, "Valerie I didn't realize you were..."

"Yeah, so leave us alone..." I growled in a low tone. Valerie frowned at me and reached for the phone but I held it back.

"Um... yeah, I'm seeing a new girl, Alex" Valerie said nervously, realizing I had her phone hostage. "But anyway... when did you want me to pick up that stuff? Tomorrow morning?"

"Well honestly, I mean..." Alex said hesitantly, "the sooner the better, but you said you're busy tonight?"

"No, she'll be there" I said aggressively, causing Valerie to frown again. "Just leave it at the door"

"Geez... uh okay" Alex said, then chimed in with a rude attitude, "sounds like you found yourself a real winner"

There was an abrupt click on the phone and a few moments of silence. Valerie looked at me with an aghast look.

"What?" I asked.

"Why did you do that?" Valerie asked.

"I... I don't know" I sighed.

"She just wanted me to pick up her stuff and now..." Valerie sighed.

"Now what?" I asked, "You're still going to... and NOW, you'll be going with your new girlfriend..."

"What? But I don't have a..." Valerie started, as I took her hand slowly in mine. Her face then broke into a smile. "....oh. Oh... I get it"

The car ride to Alex's was about as awkward as one would imagine. After all, it's not too often one changes genders and pretends to pose as their best friend's girlfriend. I let out a deep sigh as I watched my friend Valerie drive us down the street to her ex's apartment. I didn't know exactly why, but I was suddenly nervous about the situation myself. It was her ex girlfriend and I told myself I'd stay strong for her sake, but I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. As if sensing my tension, Valerie finally spoke, her hands clutched tightly along the steering wheel.

"Hey... uh, Bobby..." she said, hesitantly, "I really appreciate you doing this...I hope it's not too uncomfortable for you..."

"Huh? No... it's fine" I sighed,unable to even make eye contact with my friend Valerie. Instead I stared nervously down at the floor mats, dressed in a black tank top from Valerie's closet. The tight outfit was comfortable enough and did a good job to accentuate my cleavage. For sure, it was a tactic to make Alex jealous. "I mean, I'm stuck this way anyway, so we may as well make the most of it"

"Oh please, stop" Valerie chuckled, somewhat nervously, "we don't know that... besides, I still appreciate this, Bobby. On the inside you're still my best friend"

"Hmm, I know" I said with a smile, feeling strangely heartwarmed by her words. Maybe I just hadn't noticed despite being friends with her for years, but Valerie had a genuine calmness to her which helped me out a lot with the changes I had gone through. She always seemed a bit on the nervous side when I knew her, but she was doing a good job taking charge of this situation and now it was my turn to keep her calm while we saw her ex.

"And I promise," Valerie added, "we'll stop at the Chinese restaurant as soon as we're done... God knows I don't want this to take any longer than nessecary"

"I know, it'll be okay" I said reassuringly, briefly placing my hand on hers. As I felt the warmth of her hand on mine, I looked over at her to see her flash a smile, her face briefly turning red. I found myself pulling my hand away slowly, causing her smile to fade in a hurry. I didn't mean to offend her, but I also didn't want to give her the wrong idea. However all this happened was beyond me -- part of me is still convinced this was all a crazy dream. But whatever the situation, I kept telling myself that Valerie was my friend and nothing more. I didn't want to complicate things any further.

"Ok... well, we're here" Valerie said, slowing her car to a stop in front of an old looking apartment. I had never seen Alex's place and had only met the girl once. She was a dirty blonde with a bit of an attitude from what I could tell, and while they seemed happy at times, Valerie seemed to always have problems with her flakiness.

I watched sympathetically as Valerie removed the keys slowly from her ignition, afraid to open her door and step outside. I could relate to the feeling and I wanted to make her feel better. I placed my hand on hers once again.

"Hey" I said, forcing her to make eye contact with me, "We're going to get through this, okay?"

"Oh geez," Valerie said, her smile seemingly uncontrollable as she reached her entire body over the seat to hug me tight, "You're such a great friend, Bobby, yknow that?"

"Huh? Well thanks, but why?" I asked.

"You have so much shit going on right now..." Valerie said, with a smile that also produced a small tear from her eye, "...and you're helping me get through this... when you should be concerned with yourself..."

"Hey hey, c'mon..." I smiled, wiping the single tear from her eye, briefly pausing to savor the smoothness of her face. I gently rubbed her cheek and maintained eye contact, "...this'll be over soon, just keep that positive attitude of yours going"

After a few moments had passed, we stepped out of the car together and I took her hand, directing us up the stairs. Valerie was all too quick to drop back and let me lead the way up. I felt a bit uncomfortable as I led her up the stairs, but I approached the door with confidence and lightly tapped on it. Once I realized how futile that was, I proceeded to knock harder, finally gaining the attention of the girl on the other end.

"Oh... hi" the dull voice resonated from beyond the door. Alex stepped out from behind the door with a sort of scowl on her face. I looked at her pensively, my attention drawn almost immediately to the tacky nose ring she was wearing. I tried not to stare as we shared several seconds of awkward eye contact. I coudln't help but notice her eye briefly drifting to my chest before glancing back up to my face. Valerie remained silent during the exchange.

"Hey, sorry it had to be like this" I started, mustering up the confidence to make the rouse convincing. "Please just give Val her things back so we can all move on"

"Uh sure, whatever" Alex said, turning away for a moment and dissapearing into the apartment. Valerie and I shared dumbfounded glances at one another while we waited. This almost seemed too easy. While Alex attempted to remain emotionally flat, we could both tell she was slightly bothered to see her ex-girlfriend with another woman.

"Thanks so much" Valerie whispered, briefly laying her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her face and she looked up into my eyes and smiled, letting out a small coo. As soon as Alex came back, we were quick to seperate ourselves out of nerves, although we kept our hands interlocked.

"I think this is everything" Alex said, handing Valerie a small, slightly tattered cardboard box with some clothes hanging out, among other things. I looked over at Valerie as she quietly examined the contents and then looked back into Alex's cold, unfeeling eyes. I could tell she was checking me out which made me feel somewhat uncomfortable. In fact, I had never felt this way before. Even in my former state, if I was being hit on by a woman I wasn't interested in, I didn't mind the attention but the way Alex stared me down with hungry eyes was making me want to leave even faster.

"So uh, I guess I'll see you around..." Alex said, ignoring me completely to speak to Valerie to my left. Valerie looked at me and then looked at her ex. Then she did one of the cutest things I'd ever seen her do. Well, it was cute in my opinion.

She scoffed and said "As if" before walking away with the box in hand. I tried not to laugh but I cracked a smile that soon led to a few girlish chuckles. As Valerie and I made our way down the creaky steps back to the parking lot, we heard the door slam with a resonating thud. We both looked each other in the eye barely able to contain our laughter.

We threw ourselves back into the car, more than satisfied with the outcome of our little "heist" and Valerie threw her arms around me once again. I felt a bit uncomfortable but I was also happy for her so I patted her on the back as she held me close, squeezing my body into hers.

"Thank you so much" Valerie said, "you have no idea how much that meant to me"

"Glad I could help" I muttered, in a tone only slightly louder than a whisper.

"Y-You are the best..." Valerie said, her words sounding halted and afraid. She then pulled herself slowly away from me and laid her head against my bosom, rolling her soft hair on my breasts. I felt myself turn flush red as my heart beat increased. I almost felt like her mom with how I was holding her, as she smothered her face in my cleavage.

"Uh... what are you doing?" I said nervously after several moments. She quickly lifted her head, looking embarassed herself.

"S-Sorry" she chuckled, "I ... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"Eh... no more uncomfortable than the bra I'm wearing" I chuckled.

"I keep telling you," Valerie added, "those built in bras are a joke"

"I guess you're right..." I said, yanking at the straps of the tank top as my breasts awkwardly jiggled inside. Valerie took in an eyeful and I was all too aware of it.

"Look, I'm sorry" Valerie said, feeling embarassed, "But I really do appreciate your help..."

"Hey, it was nothing" I said.

"No, it was everything" Valerie said, her hand once again drifting on top of mine. We had stayed in the stationary car so long, talking and interacting that the windows had begun to fog. "Bobby, I'm usually the submissive one in my relationships, and Alex always pushed me around, just like my other exes..."

"I know, and you shouldn't be" I said, reassuringly as I tried to pull my hand out from under hers. She showed some resistance and I reluctantly let her remain on my hand. "You should be more confident, like you are with me"

"I don't know... I feel comfortable with you" Valerie admitted, "I always have... and..."

"And?" I said.

"You're going to think this is so dumb" Valerie chuckled, her face turning red again. I subtly tried pulling my hand out again while she was talking but she'd have none of that. Her knuckles seemed to tighten everytime I moved my hand, so I eventually resigned myself to our current position. I waited in silence for her to finish her sentence, "...but Bobby, you were the only guy friend I ever had that I..."

"What?" I asked, slightly curious. I didn't even mind that her hand was on mine at that moment.

"Ugh, nothing" she laughed, shaking her head so that her black hair swayed in front of her face vigorously.

"Hmph, it's okay" I said, finally sliding my hand away from her, she pulled her hand back as well. "I already think I know"

"Yeah..." Valerie said, letting out a long breath.

We remained in silence yet again, the windows remaining foggy.

"Y'know we should probably head to the Magic Dragon now before they close" I commented, "also, your windows are mad foggy... Alex is probably watching, thinking we're having sex in here"

Valerie again laughed, nearly out of breath. When she was done laughing, her put her hand on mine again and looked me square in the eye.

"Well... you are pretty hot" she said, raising an eye brow and giving me that same naughty smile she had given me just before we kissed back at her place. I felt a rush come over me, but I didn't know how to handle it. I squeezed her hand tightly and then pulled my hand away, sending her mixed messages.

"Val... please..." I said, turning away from her. "I... I don't mind helping you out... but... I'm - not your girlfriend... okay... I'm not even a girl... at least not usually"

"I... I know" Valerie said, regaining her composure as she started her car, "Y-Yeah, of course I know that... don't be silly, Bobby! We're just friends"

She started the car and pulled away from her ex's. We were finally making our way to the Magic Dragon for answers but I feared that we were only forming more questions in our minds as we drove there.

The drive to the Magic Dragon seemed to drag on forever. Maybe it was because I eagerly anticipated any chance to get answers about what had happened, but more than likely it was because of the thick silence between Valerie and I. Our words in the past hours (not to mention our questionable actions) were spinning in my head and I found myself analyzing everything she had said. The mental task of deciphering my best friend's words was able to temporarily take my mind off my entire situation otherwise. Just 24 hours ago, I had been sitting in a seat across from my friend Valerie talking about girl troubles and now... well, there was a whole new kind of trouble.

"Hey, I hope I didn't fuck things up" Valerie said, after moments of silence. I looked at her surprised.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... I don't know..." Valerie said, staring blankly forward at the road as she tried to speak, "I know things have been... weird the past several hours and I can't even imagine what you're going through... i just hope I haven't.... ruined our friendship"

"Oh my god, not at all!" I said, my voice suddenly filled with concern and sincerity. Even hearing Valerie say those words brought a slight feeling of melancholy to me. I almost felt a tingling in my face as if I was about to cry but I withstood the wave of sadness. "Seriously, Val... you're my best friend... no matter what"

"I know" Valerie said, forcing a smile "My... best... friend..."

"You okay?" I asked, noticing Valerie's sudden hesistance.

"Yeah, fine" she said flatly, continuing to drive. I sighed and stared down again at the floormats. This was such a bizarre scenario. Here I was with my best friend in a situation that nobody could've seen coming and after all these years, it appeared we were developing feelings for each other. But we couldn't. It was unnatural... it wasn't right. It was absurd to think I could even live my life like this as it was. Everything was still completely foreign to me. Not to mention, I hadn't even had to use the bathroom since my magical transformation.

We pulled into the Magic Dragon, the source of all of our problems and walked inside. I looked at Valerie nervously and gave her a similar smile to when we had reached Alex's. This time, however she ignored me and started walking ahead of me, making her way hastily to the entrance.

"V-Val?" I said, speeding up to catch her, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes... please... stop asking" she said, sounding irritated as she held the door for me. I followed her in and began to feel guilty. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings.

"Hello Valerie" the friendly owner chimed in, approaching the two of us before I had a chance to speak personally with Val. "I see you've brought a new friend this time..."

"N-No, that's the problem" she said, sounding a bit gruff, "this isn't a new friend, it's my old friend, Bobby!"

"Bobby...?" the owner said, looking pensively at my face and then back to Val. He cracked a wide smile, "Oh, you're playing a joke, aren't you?"

"No, c'mon... please" Valerie said, her voice again sounding flat and passive, "Just fix this... you guys changed Bobby into a girl somehow and I want you to fix it"

I remained silent as Valerie did all the talking.

"Hmmm..." the owner said, giving us a weird smile, "I can't say I know what you're talking about... but tell me, did you and Bobby enjoy your fortune cookies last night?"

"What?" Valerie said, in her deadpan voice. As he spoke (the restaurant owner) I began to feel the flashbacks from my fateful night. Before we had left, we were both handed fortune cookies, along with the check. I opted to leave mine behind on the plate.

"Yes... I see you've only opened one of the fortune cookies" the restaurant owner said, in a sly sort of whisper. I noticed Valerie engaging him in conversation when I was ready just to slap him. He had to have the answer to all of this and he was just standing there with a smug smirk.

"What do you mean?!" I finally blurted out. Valerie put her hand in front of my face briefly, as if to shush me. I angrily shot her a glare. She turned her attention back to the restaurant owner.

"Hey, you have nothing to worry about" the restaurant owner said. "All you need to do is open the second fortune cookie and it'll all become clear."

"Open the second? But what are you --?" I sneered, before being cut off again by Valerie. I now became angry and stomped on her foot, causing her to scream out.

"What's your problem!" Valerie growled, turning to me and then turning back to the restaurant owner, "Say he... er... she doesn't have the cookie, what do we do then?"

"Oh..." the restaurant owner frowned, "I suppose we could find you another..."

As if by some odd intuition, he reached under a podium and pulled out a tray with a single fortune cookie. He put the tray forward to Valerie and she reached her hand towards the cookie to take it but the restaurant owner was abrupt to stop her.

"...just beware. These fortunes can have very unexpected consequences"

"No kidding!" I said, angrily pouting and crossing my arms in disgust.

"Ugh... thanks" Valerie sighed, seeming content with his vague answer. Or maybe she just enjoyed pissing me off, I had no idea. I only watched as she grabbed the cookie and headed out, reluctantly leading me out the door with her. Every time I thought I would muster up the courage to go back in and demand something more, Valerie's walking seemed to lead me more and more outside. I eventually conceded and went back to the car with her, getting inside.

"What was your deal in there?" Valerie tsked.

"What?" I snapped, "you're not the one who got turned into a woman!"

Valerie shot me a sarcastic stare, lowering her eyebrows.

"You know what I mean..." I sighed. "You actually bought that shit about the fortune cookie?"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" Valerie said, "you were so moody about the whole damn thing"

"Moody? What the hell? Wouldn't you be?!" I blurted out, "I just helped you stare down your ex and even made her jealous and you can't understand why this makes me nervous?! And now I'm supposed to believe that my fate is in the hands of a fortune cookie!"

"Believe what you want, Bobby... and..." Valerie suddenly started breaking down. She slowed the car to a stop and pulled over. I had never seen her so emotional. In the past half hour, she had gone from nervous to delighted, to angry and now to sad. She buried her head in the steering wheel for several seconds.

"What...? What's the matter, Val?" I asked, putting my hand on hers.

"I don't know..." she said, gurgling her words into the steering wheel. She hastily shuffled her hand off mine, making me feel unexpectedly upset. "I... I should've been more understanding... you're such a nice guy... or girl, and I... I just don't give you enough credit and then you need me and I let you down..."

"No, no..." I said, gently rubbing her back until she slowed her crying. "You've been great Val. Nobody else would've even believed this and you've taken me in and helped me out so much and I'm sorry if I overreacted... honestly. You're the best."

As I saw a smile return to her face, I slowly felt the nerves in me return. This was bad. Very bad. As I watched the joy return to her face, and her embarassed reaction as she shifted her hair out of her eyes, I kept thinking of how cute she was. Something about her personality enticed me. She was someone who could be very passionate and yet also scared. Usually I had been hearing about her relationships from a bystander point of view so I never really knew how submissive she could be. If I had wanted to, I probably could've forced myself on her and who knows what would've happened, but I couldn't. At least not how I was... but even if I returned to normal, No, when I returned to normal.... could things ever be the same? Could we just go back to being friends, pretending I was never a woman and like we didn't fool around? Then again, if my change was only temporary, maybe there was no harm in letting Valerie have what she wanted. I didn't think I made a particularly attractive woman but Valerie seemed to disagree. I was feeling a rush earlier watching her get changed, so the attraction was still there for me too. What did we really have to lose? If I ever changed back, we could just say it was a one night stand or something. Valerie's smile grew brighter and she looked into my eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, her eyes still glowing from the recent tears.

"I'm thinking... about... you..." I confessed, my voice growing more and more intense. I leaned myself over the center console and felt every moment become more and more charged as I planted my lips on her, letting them glide onto her mouth. Her mouth conformed to mine and we embraced, slightly restrained by the center console. She then unexpectedly pushed me back from her. I felt a bit shocked and stared back at her, worried.

"Bobby, wait ..." she said, in a pensive serious tone. She then shifted her eyes to the left and smiled at me. "We've got the whole back seat..."

As if she were planning it, she yanked me by the hand and thrust our bodies into the back, sending me onto her floor. She sat up on top of me, her capable thighs ensuring I wouldn't move, while also keeping me comfortable. She sat herself up and reached her hands down around my neck, giving me a loving massage down my feminized body. She smiled at me, although the shadows and light made it difficult to see every detail.

She ran her hands lovingly down my body, brushing my breasts briefly with her finger tips, startling me into a frenzy. I held her hand tightly when I was able to and pulled her down on top of me in a hurry, smothering her face with my lips. She giggled and cooed as I sucked lightly on her tongue and mouth. I moved my hands freely along the side of her face, touching anywhere she had cried and trying my best to wipe the smooth surface.

She then sat up.

"This is really hot, but would you mind...?" Val asked. I looked at her questioningly, "I'm not usually the one on top. It's just a bit weird for me, would you mind switching?"

"Um... okay" I said, and sat myself up onto the seat while she got comfortable laying down. When she was ready, she reached her hand up towards me, giving me a signal to come closer. I grabbed her hand and slowly descended on her warm body, breathing heavily with each move.

But suddenly something sizzled inside me... something else. It was a feeling of doubt. I frowned and sat up.

"What?" Valerie asked.

"I... I don't think we should do this..." I said, letting out a long sigh.

"Are you serious?" Valerie asked, in the softest whisper I'd heard to this point.

"I... I mean, it's fun and you're... sexy... but..." I sighed, trying to hold back tears, "we can't play around like this... we're either friends or we're... more than friends but I'm not going to be your friend with benefits or any of that shit..."

"You kidding me?" she snapped, "you're the one who initiated this! You can't throw yourself on me and take it back"

"Well... maybe I am!" I said defensively, folding my arms.

"Ha, I guess you DO make a good woman, Bobby" Valerie laughed.

"Tsk, what?! You take that back" I said.

"Mmm-hmmm" Valerie sighed, leaning back. "With-holding the goods, huh?"

"Is that all I am to you, Val?" I sighed, "some kind of sex object?"

"Oh my god, Bobby... I didn't mean it like that" Valerie frowned.

"Yeah you did" I sighed and got out of the car. I went back outside and then entered through the passenger side in the front, my eyes in a dead set scowl. Valerie came around the other side and sat in the drivers side, looking at me hurt.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Bobby" Valerie said.

"It's fine" I sighed, feeling indignant as I pulled on the straps of my tank top, trying to remain presentable after roughing around with her. "I shouldn't have done that... my emotions lost control..."

"It was fun though" Valerie shrugged.

"Yeah... fun for you" I sighed, "because you want me to be a woman, I guess"

"No, don't say that" Valerie said, looking guilty, "I... I had fun, that's all..."

Valerie then took the fortune cookie from the owner out of her pocket.

"Here, let's just do this, and hopefully this goes away" Valerie said.

"What?" I asked.

"Just open the cookie and turn back to normal and we can just forget everything, okay?" Valerie said, "that's what you want, right?"

I closed her hand on the cookie without opening it.

"Let's at least go back to your place..." I said, "I'm not saying no to the cookie, but let's just be somewhere alone, because... who knows whats going to happen?"

"What's going to happen is your penis will grow back!" Valerie laughed, starting the car and driving us back.

"Maybe... maybe not..." I sighed.

I stared blankly out the window and felt as though our problems wouldn't be solved by a mere Chinese dessert.

Things got more intense when we returned to Valerie's room, but we were both angry.

"I just wish you'd lighten up and learn to take a joke!" Valerie said, storming in, barely even paying attention her purse as it seemed to swing uncontrollably from her shoulder. I stayed a good distance behind, feeling embittered from the ride home and everything we had almost done together. Here I was, transformed, maybe for life, and my friend was only thinking of her sexual needs.

"This isn't a joke, Val!" I snapped, "I could be stuck this way!"

"Good! Good!" Valerie said, "I hope you are stuck that way! Maybe then you'll realize what its like to have feelings and not be able to control them..."

"You take that back right now!" I snapped, stomping up to her. She threw her bag behind her and let it tumble onto her floor. She stood her ground and made herself appear intimidating to me.

"Make me, you bitch!" she yelled.

"What'd you call me?" I asked.

"You... little... bitch..." she said, with an arrogant smile on her face. I suddenly backhanded her in shock, a loud smack resonating in the room. She looked at me, hurt and offended, her face already boiling red from the hit. "How dare you!"

She tried to slap me back but I was smart enough to see it coming and I ducked, holding her arms back.

"I want you out of this house, Bobby!" she screamed, "out...NOW!!"

I simply didn't know how to react when she said those words. They fell on me like a rock but I knew she was right. I couldn't stay and make things awkward, but I couldn't leave and expect to find anyone else who could help me or show me even the slightest compassion. I also couldn't bear to go back to my everyday life as a woman and try to figure things out. She was the only one who even knew who I was on in the inside. She had the leverage in this situation and I had been nothing but a brat fighting with her. Nothing but a bitch.

"I mean it, Bobby..." Valerie sighed, her eyes crossed and narrowed. "Get out now."

She then began charging me and shoving me towards the door. I tried to push back but I felt weak and simply fell forward into her. She grunted and pushed me off. I fell onto the floor in a heap and felt like crying but I was too determined to hide my sadness. As I picked myself up, I said "Valerie, please..."

"No!" she snapped, crushing any words I could come up with. "Get out. Now"

"W-Wait! Let's try the cookie!" I blurted out, in a last ditch effort to save myself from leaving.

"What?" Valerie tsked.

"Y-Yes... the cookie he gave you!" I said, "please... let's open it and see what it says"

"Oh noooow you want to try the cookie..." Valerie said sarcastically. "I thought you didn't believe in that shit"

"I-I never said that" I said, almost crying. The anxiety was building within me and I had no clue if the cookie really did anything at all, but I just wanted her and I to calm down and to end this once and for all. "Please... Valerie, if you care about me even a little, open the cookie..."

Valerie began to feel less angry as she moved back towards her fallen purse, grabbing a cookie out of it. She set the purse upright on her desk and approached me with a little more kindness, holding the cookie in her hands.

"Of course I care about you... and... I'm sorry" she said, choking up a bit herself. Her hands were trembling as she held the cookie which shook back and forth with each passing second. "But... are you sure you want to do this?"

"Not really..." I sighed, biting my lip, "but what choice do we have?"

"Ok... well here" Valerie said, letting the dis-sheveled cookie tumble into my hands, "Open it"

I looked at her anxiously and handed it back to her.

"No, please. You open it" I said.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"The last time you opened the fortune cookie, right?" I asked, "and then something bad happened to me... if I open it, I'm afraid something bad will happen to YOU"

"W-Well... geez, I hadn't even thought of that" Valerie said, holding the cookie nervously.

"Do you remember what your fortune said?" I asked, "maybe there's a key to all of this..."

"H-Honestly, I don't even know" Valerie said, "I kind of look at those things and just pass them right out of my mind"

"C'mon, Val, think" I sighed, feeling exhausted from the whole thing.

"I really don't know, I'm sorry" Valerie said, "but here, have the cookie."

Again, she passed me the cookie. This was getting ridiculous.

"No... please... take it" I said, handing it off yet again.

"Bobby, I can't" she said, "If I were to open this and something awful happened to you... I couldn't..."

"I feel the same way, maybe we just shouldn't open it" I said nervously.

"But then you're definitely stuck that way" Valerie sighed frustrated.

"Oh--oh well..." I said meekly, "there are worse things than..."

"No! No! Okay fine! I'll open it, Bobby" Valerie said nervously. "But please don't hate me"

"I could never hate you" I sighed with a smile, putting my hand on hers while she steadied her other hand to open the cookie. She cracked it slowly open, keeping her eyes back on me. I looked at her for several seconds, waiting for what she'd have to say next. "What does it say?"

"It says, "Don't sweat the small things, you'll end up in the arms of someone that loves you."

I sighed and leaned back, letting go of her hand.

"That's it?" I said with disgust, "Just another smaltzy romantic fortune?! Ugh"

"Yeah, go figure" Valerie said, tossing the wrapped and cookie away. "But do you feel any differently...? Like you may be changing?"

"Honestly? No, not really... I sound the same, look the same..." I said, standing up cautiously. I stood in front of Valerie and stared at her and then back down at myself. She looked at me as well, both of us unimpressed with what was happening. Absolutely nothing.

Out of a seemingly mutual obligation, we both felt inclined to say things to break the awkward silence.

"So uh... yeah, sorry about everything..." I stuttered, watching her awkwardly hold her hands behind her back, swaying to and fro.

"It's -- it's cool... I mean, I'd do it too... and it's not like any harm was done" Valerie said, trying to remain calm. Both of us became more and more nervous. Finally, I said the words I was afraid of saying.

"Val..." I said, sincerely terrified, "Wh-What's going to happen to me?"

"I don't know..." Valerie said, breathing deeply as she looked at me, "I haven't noticed any difference yet though..."

"How long do you think it takes?" I said, folding my arms impatiently. "I'd like to get some sleep at some point, I'm so worn out from everything..."

"I don't know, maybe part of the side effect is that you get sleepy... that'd be a good thing!" Valerie said, trying to stay positive. I looked back at her with doubt.

"Yeah, maybe" I sighed, "with any luck I'll turn back into a boy"

"Heh, maybe" Valerie said, "then there goes any chance of you staying the night with me. I don't want to wake up and find something hard sticking into me..."

We both laughed. As I finished laughing though I noticed myself feeling dizzy. The room shook as my laughter continued but it was strictly involuntary at this point. Valerie looked at me confused as every limb and bone in my body shook for a moment.

"Bobby? It really wasn't that funny..." Valerie sighed.

"N-No..." I said, slowing my laughter down as sweat set in. I felt like I had a fever and I backed away from Valerie. "V-Val... something's happening..."

"What do you mean?" she asked, startled.

"I... I... " I said, unable to come out with it. My heart would go into overdrive causing my body to seize, then slow way down and I'd feel like laying down. Maybe the cookie was actually killing me. "Val... help me... I don't want to die..."

"Bobby... please..." Valerie said, taking a step forward. With each step I felt a weird sensation and then I started seeing hallucinations, as she got closer, her body appeared to get bigger and bigger. She seemingly was a hulk compared to me and I backed away, feeling the area around me contort as if I were in a crooked box. "I won't let anything happen t you..."

"V-Valerie?!" I screamed, as if she were so far off into the distance but she was really right there. Still it sounded like my screams were uselessly echoing into the empty room, as if she wasn't even there. All I saw were the threads of her outfit. I backed up and became more startled to see the rest of her form.

"Bobby... I..." Valerie said nervously backing away. As she took three steps back I realized I wasn't hallucinating at all. Valerie's body really did appear taller. Her breasts were now over my head and I was staring up directly into them, I looked down and saw her feet becoming more massive.

"V-Valerie..." I said, wanting to move but unable to. My limbs kept me tethered to the floor as I watched my best friend grow taller and taller in front of me. "What's happening to me?! I feel so weak..."

"Bobby... I don't know how to tell you this..." Valerie stuttered.

"Just say it, Val..." I said, taking long deep breaths as the sweat poured onto me. Miraculously, my clothing was still sticking to my skin as I changed size.

"You're shrinking" Valerie sighed.

"I knew it..." I said, out of breath and feeling a cascade of tears, "Please... make it stop!!"

"I...I cant..." Valerie sighed.

"WHAT?! NO please!! You have to!" I screamed, hugging her now enormous legs. Each thigh was thicker than my entire body and they spanned several feet above me. I cried uselessly as I clung to every part of my giant friend, as if that could save me from my inevitable fate. Valerie remained speechless as the process continued.

I wrapped my entire being around Valerie's leg trying to remain strong but it was useless. Every second I was growing more and more scared as her ankle grew into a mighty tree compared to my own body. I took a deep breath and a step back. The sensations had stopped and other than some feverish tingles, I at least felt regular again, but at what cost?

I took another step back and nearly fainted. My friend Valerie appeared to be 100 feet tall. Worse yet, everything in her room dwarfed me. I looked down at my hands, feet and body and further realized I was still a woman. Worst of all -- I was pretty much a human barbie doll.

"Bobby?" Valerie gulped, "Are you okay?"

I looked up at her in pure terror. Then I gazed to my left and saw her dresser, stretching into the sky like some kind of fortress. To my other side was a pile of junk, hairbrushes and other things which appeared to be over exageratted movie props. Much like when I first transformed into a woman I looked around and tried pinching myself, hoping this too was a dream. On the floor, I could see the shattered shards of the cookie, appearing as if they were car debris from a terrible accident, and I had been their victim.

As these thoughts swirled in my head, I did the only thing I could. I broke down and cried.

"Bobby.... I'm so sorry" Valerie said, her words echoing all around me. She then lunged at me with her giant hand and I screamed out in useless terror. She lifted me gently, being careful to hold me tight. She set me down in her open palm.

"Valerie....PLEASE!" I squeaked. "Just kill me!"

"What?" she said, appearing upset.

"Just kill me!!" I screamed into her giant face, my eyes growing wide with shock with each second I stared at her mile high face. "I want to die!"

"Bobby, no!" Valerie said.

"PLEASE!! If you can't return me to normal, just kill me!" I repeated, "I don't want to live this way!"

I then turned and saw the drop from her hand. It appeared to be miles, and I felt motion sickness quickly set in. If she wasn't going to kill me, I'd do it myself. At my size, it wouldn't take much and then everybody could move on with their lives around me. Valerie would be the only one who knew of my true cause of death. Everyone else would just assume I dissapeared. The more I contemplated this, the more I realized it was the right idea. I turned quickly and took a diving leap off Valerie's hand. She shrieked out and reacted swiftly to catch me in her hand. I tried to get up quickly and jump again but she restrained my arms and legs with her grip.

"Bobby!! No!" she yelled again, her gargantuan voice startling me as I felt the reality of my situation continually set in. "You will not kill yourself! please...."

"Let me go!" I shrieked, unwilling to listen as I tried to thrash and escape her hands. They pressed me with such light pressure but they were able to restrain me easily. My entire body fit comfortably in her hand, with only a little extra room for my head and thighs, the only part of me she hadn't restrained so that my feet continued to kick helplessly.

"Bobby... please, calm down" Valerie sighed.

"NO!! I WANT TO DIE!" I cried, as she started carrying me away from the area. "PLEASE KILL ME! SQUISH ME! EAT ME! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST MAKE SURE I DIE!"

"That's enough!" she barked out and opened a drawer to her dresser. She looked over it with concern and sighed. "This won't do..."

"Wh-What what are you doing?" I asked, still shocked to hear my high pitched squeaky voice. It wasn't bad enough I was a woman, now I was downright puny and sounded like Minnie Mouse.

"I'm going to find you a place where you can't hurt yourself" Valerie explained, "I understand you're scared but you're scaring ME now if you even think of killing yourself. You're a beautiful person, Bobby, you hear me?"

"I'm an ugly person!" I squeaked, "How can you say that?! I'm a freak... I'm a mouse! I'm a useless pitiful mouse! Let me die in peace!"

"Please stop" Valerie said, starting to cry. She then took out a small plastic crate which she left open on the top. She slowly lowered me inside, making sure the walls were tall enough to contain me. I ran uselessly into the edges and cried out. The stupid plastic box was a trap, and I had no choice but to stay inside.

"Valerie!! Please!" I cried. "I don't want to live like this, why can't you respect that?"

Valerie frowned and picked the crate up, causing me to feel startled again. She looked in at me with concern in her eyes.

"What'd you say, Bobby? I couldn't hear you" she said.

"Ugh.. forget it..." I sighed and cried in a heap, feeling the drowsiness set in. "V-Val?"

"Yes?" she asked, quietly.

"You were right..." I sputtered, my eyes red and sore from crying, "I AM a little bitch..."

She frowned as I collapsed and passed out. My vision went black and I collapsed.

My breathing was heavy and all I could see was darkness. As my heart continued racing, I knew that was all I wanted to see. I couldn't bear the thought of it anymore. A small part of my mind had actually grown content in the fact that I was a woman. My body and mind was getting used to the process of waking up female and I was starting to get used to my physical and mental changes. But had that last night really happened? Was I really reduced to a doll? I couldn't bear the thought of it anymore. I found myself shrieking in my head, but my mouth remained silent. I was laying flat on a surface that was unforgiving on my tender back. It was the thick plastic that I remember being in before.

I blinked my eyes open, once, twice, and a third time. I was laying flat on my back. I noticed something different about myself almost immediately. Above me I noticed the bright shining light from the ceiling, pulsing on me as if I were on an operating table. But panning down I noticed my breasts and that I was in a different ensemble. I curiously tugged at the strange feeling lace. It was a dark red, but that was about all I could make out. I stood up and felt a noticeably draft come up my thighs and I shivered. I could vaguely see myself in the reflection of the plastic crate. I was a mess!

My hair was frazzled and trembled when I ran it through my fingers. I looked as though I had been hungover, but it was worse than that. My eyes were drawn, and my outfit had completely changed. Surely, at my size I wouldn't have had the presence of mind or even ability to get into a new outfit. The thoughts ran rampant and I could only fill in the horrifying blanks. I also felt nauseaus and noticed the case smelled of Lysol.

My breathing slowly returned to normal, but I couldn't stop obsessing over myself in the pseudo-mirror. I turned slightly to the side to get a different view. I had some kind of ridiculous red ribbon tied around the waist. A small red strip of fabric brushed against my thighs. I also notice I was barefoot. In fact, I wasn't wearing anything except the red dress, or what appeared to be one. I ran my hands up my torso and clutched my breasts briefly. Not that I had any clue about my current anatomy but they seemed to at least be in proportion, which would make them no more than mere centimeters when compared to the entirety of my body, which I estimated to be about 6 inches, seeing as how the massive plastic crate spanned over two body lengths above me.

The case was translucent but not entirely see through. I could make out the room and that I was on the ground level, but details were blurred from my vantage point. Did I really care if I got out of the box though? With any luck, Valerie forgot I was there and I would just starve to death. But part of me feared that wasn't the case. Why else would she clean me and change me? Thats the only reasonable explanation for what had happened because my memories of the night were a blur.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak from a distance and Valerie's hushed voice fluttered into the room. She was brushing her hair and checking herself out in the mirror in the distance. Her form was magnified by the plastic, so she appeared as a funhouse figure, twisting and contorting in non-sensical ways, making me feel further disorienting. I was now awake enough to feel fear and I was deeply disturbed by everything that had happened.

Finally, the foggy giantess approached the crate and made eye contact with me. She now realized I was awake as well.

"Hey... Hi Bobby" she said, very shy and cautiously, almost as if she were approaching a kitten. She bent forward a bit and I caught a unique vantage point of her breasts move forward with her as she stared down at my unmoving self within the crate. I stood up and gave her a nervous stare. I don't know why she wasn't moving either because she could've easily done whatever she'd like to me. I almost wish she would, and just flush me down the toilet.

"H-Hi... Valerie..." I said, unable to show any emotion one way or another. I was also full aware that she probably didn't hear me, but at least could see I was talking. I felt increasing embarassment to be in front of her like this, so i tried to pace around the box to avoid feeling like I was being watched. This only made things worse. The fact that I knew her eyes were fixated on me as I navigated the very tight space only made me more aware of her presence.

"Please don't faint again" I heard her say and she reached her hand behind me so that I practically bumped into it. Having no choice, she curled her fingers up and made a basin for me to sit. My body awkwardly crumbled inside her hands, my head facing my knees as I held on to myself for dear life.

"Wh-What do you mean again?" I asked, now close enough to the giant to be heard.

"Last night... was really rough..." Valerie said slowly. Despite the night though, she appeared well prepared, her face a little red, but otherwise fine. Her hair seemed a bit "slept on", but she looked nothing like the nervous wreck I had been. A part of me envied this. "You um... got really... upset and started vomiting"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, turning flush red.

"No, no!" she said, quickly, startling me in her hand, "it's fine! Honestly... I took care of it, but you were a mess... you also peed the place..."

"Oh my god..." I said, putting my head down. I was unable to look Valerie in the eye.

"Please don't worry about it" Valerie said softly, "You were scared, you had nowhere else to go, I would've done the same thing! I'm just glad you're alright"

A part of me remained still when she said that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked, still not sure if I was delirious to this point.

"I said, I'm glad you're alright" Valerie repeated.

If I had more energy, I would've flipped out. I still mustered up some words.

"You call this alright?!" I said, "I look like death! I'm 6 inches tall, for fuck's sake!"

"I...I know..." Valerie frowned, "I didn't mean it like that"

"Then how did you mean it?!" I shrieked, "What is so ALRIGHT about this?!"

"I'm just glad you got some rest..." Valerie said, putting a finger dangerously close to my body. I gave her a frightened stare and pulled back.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm sorry... you... you wanted me to hold you last night" Valerie explained.

"I did?" I said, in shock. I honestly didn't remember it, but it didn't surprise me. I remember my entire body trying to hug her while I shrank in front of her eyes, and even then I secretly wanted to be held and stay safe.

"It was really rough, like I said" Valerie continued. "I had to change your clothes..."

"Y-Yeah..." I said, chuckling uneasily as I yanked the thin red lace up to hide my half exposed breasts. "You... did..."

"Yeah, I had to... you were covered in your own vomit" Valerie frowned. "I could tell you didn't want me to ..."

"Yeah, I didn't" I tsked. "You mean you... saw me naked?"

Valerie nodded, trying not to smile, but I could tell she wasn't exactly dissapointed by it.

"Oh my god! Val!" I shrieked, standing up. I covered my breasts and legs as best as I could, my eyes darting around the room, but only able to see her face, larger than life. "You saw me naked? This is so embarassing! We're friends, Val! You can't... I've... ugh, please! Tell me that's not true!"

"I'm sorry, but it's true!" Valerie sighed, "I couldn't very well CHANGE you without taking off your old clothes"

"And what did you put on me?!" I asked, gesturing to the ridiculous red get-up.

"Um..." Valerie sighed, biting her lip. "It's really all I had... it was a red dress that I was using for a doll of mine and..."

"A doll?" I sighed, flopping my arms to the side in defeat. I guess at that point I should've felt grateful to be wearing anything. "So thats it, Val? I'm just a doll..."

"Please don't take everything so literally... especially now" Valerie said, "If it makes you feel any better, you were cute while you slept..."

"I was cute while I slept?!" I shrieked, making Valerie frown, "could you have SAID a more creepy thing? You're ripping my clothes off while I'm helpless and you're just watching me sleep? C'mon!"

"Hey!" Valerie said, her lower lip barred with slight anger and her eyes glaring at my tiny self in her hand. "I helped you out and kept you safe! You were threatening to kill yourself!"

"And you should've let me!" I shrieked, pointing at her.

"STOP!" she said, lowering her voice. Her mighty roar silenced me instantly. I held back and my limbs briefly quievered. No matter what happened, I was going to let her speak. "That is fucking ridiculous! I'm not going to let you die! I took care of you, and made you comfortable, and you even said you couldn't sleep unless someone was holding you... you said you were cold! You looked cold, and scared! I wanted to help you!"

As she spoke, I saw a tear form from her eye. The tear made its way down her face. Before it reached her lips, I did something we both didn't expect. I reached forward the best I could and wiped it with my hand, touching her giant face.

"I watched you fall asleep in my hands..." Valerie sighed, "and once I knew you were okay, I lowered you back into the crate, okay? I didn't WATCH you sleep, I didn't sleep with you, I didn't do anything inappropriate... ok?"

Moments of silence passed as I remained in her hand. Every time I came close to moving, a powerful fear held me back.

"Okay?" Valerie repeated, after I hadn't responded.

I slowly nodded my head, my wayward hair barely moving an inch.

"Bobby? You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?" Valerie asked.

Another long awkward pause followed.

"Bobby? You know that right?" Valerie asked, her tears beginning to reform as more time passed. To satisfy her, I nodded my head a lot more feverishly, my lips quivering at her might.

"That's not exactly what I'd call trust" Valerie sighed. I tried to open my mouth but the words wouldn't come out. I was so scared she might silence me again, or get physical and start hurting me. I know she wasn't the angry kind or a violent person but just one small mistake could've devastated me. Truth be told, I still wanted my life to end, but knowing my luck, Valerie would hurt me enough to paralyze me and I'd remain this way forever. I'd rather die than have that happen.

Valerie stayed silent, and so did I. Her giant eyes were fixated on my small and puny body. While I didn't speak, my actions showed my fear and uncomfortable nature as I tried not to look at her. I shrugged away from her, while still staying secluded in her hand.

"Are you mad because I saw you naked?" Valerie asked, in a sincere tone after some time had passed.

I remained silent.

"Please say something, Bobby!" Valerie said, "Please..."

Her voice was reduced to a whisper but was still plenty loud enough for me. I stood up and looked at her.

"I... I..." I stuttered.

"Bobby, please... we have to communicate..." Valerie said, "I know you're scared but I can't make this work if you won't talk... I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to scare you, so please.. let me know if I offended you in any way by seeing you naked..."

"Offended isn't really the right word..." I stuttered again, "but I guess I am a bit mad... I feel kind of..."

"What?" Valerie said.

"No... it's okay" I said.

"Bobby, please tell me" Valerie stuttered.

"I don't know..." I sighed, "I guess I feel taken advantage of"

"How so?" Valerie asked, appearing a bit surprised by my reaction.

"Well, I'm so small, Val" I said, forcing the words out. "It really isn't hard for you to undress me whenever you want... I... I feel like it's a bit unfair, don't you?"

"Oh..." Valerie said, before taking a long pause, "So do you want to see me naked, is that what this is?"

"Huh? What? No!" I said, almost laughing for the first time since being shrunk, "That's not how I meant it"

"Well... yknow..." Valerie said, her face growing suddenly brighter with a smile, "I still have to take a shower... and so do you..."

"Wh-What?" I said, my voice returning to utter fear, "Valerie, please don't!"

"Oh c'mon" Valerie chuckled, her laughing ringing through my head. I know she was trying to comfort me, but this was not the way to go about it. Already, I noticed that her hand was moving and we were making fast time towards her bathroom.

"V-Val... please, this isn't what I meant" I said again.

"Tsk tsk, I'm sorry, Bobby... but you're right" Valerie said, "it's not fair if I've seen you naked and you haven't seen me naked..."

"Val, it's okay, we're just friends" I said again. Valerie opened the bathroom door and drew us both inside. She set me down on the sink.

"Yknow what, I'm a fair person, Bobby" Valerie said, smiling proudly down at me. I knew now that she wouldn't hurt me but again my mind sickly hoped she would, because I grew afraid once again of our eventual fate together.

"It's okay, Valerie, really!" I stuttered, feeling more nervous than anything.

"Stop it, Bobby" Valerie chuckled, "it's fine, really. I saw you naked, and now you want the same, fair is fair"

I cringed as she said those words, because from this point on, almost nothing that would happen could be weighed as fair.

"C'mon Bobby..." Valerie said softly. Her tone was meant to soothe me but it was only making a scary situation worse. I was already conflicted with the idea of wanting her sexually before all of this happened, but the idea of anything sexual was exponentially more scary at my size. "There's no use arguing... here, I'll start"

Valerie took a brief seat on her closed toilet and stretched her legs out to remove each sock. She was purposefully going to do this as slow as possible. My useless arguments couldn't even reach her at our distance but I got more than an eye-ful of her long, slender legs. If this wasn't so scary, part of me was intrigued with the idea of climbing all over them and seeing how far they went. She got up again and extended upwards to her usual height. That height appeared even more staggering when she stood directly in front of me, her mighty torso appearing higher than the tallest redwood. She reached her hands down below the counter level and began taking her shirt off, exposing her bare stomach to me. I was about eye level with her belly button, my words being drowned out by her own display.

"V-Val, please" I said again, finally breaking free of the noise within my head and around me, "We don't need to do this..."

"Psh, maybe you're Ms. Perfect, but the rest of us need to shower" Valerie grinned, "so i DO need to do this"

"But I don't need to see..." I gulped, my mind consumed in conflicting thoughts. Part of me of course had wanted to see her and the sight of her supple flesh in front of me only got me more curious as to what was underneath. But I couldn't let ourselves lose control. It was then that the horrifying truth dawned on me, though. No matter what happened from here on out, I no longer had control.

"Bobby... c'mon..." Valerie said, "I promise I'll be gentle with you..."

She then threw the giant shirt onto the bathroom floor and it harmlessly fluttered onto her green fluffy bath rug. I looked up at her again, now less covered and felt tears well in my eyes for some odd reason. I wiped them hastily, suddenly feeling more embarassed than ever, despite the fact that she was the one in only her bra and panties.

"Ok... stop..." Valerie sighed. I looked at her inquisitely, "If you're going to look at me like that, I'm really going to feel self conscious"

"Huh? What?" I stuttered, surprised by her reaction somewhat.

"Well... I mean..." Valerie sighed, taking her hand and pinching a small portion of fat from her right hip, "I've been trying to lose weight, but I know I'm still kind of an... eyeful... maybe this wasn't a good idea"

"Huh? What? No!" I gasped, feeling oddly defiant for some reason, "Valerie, no! That's not it! I think you're beautiful, honestly"

Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, I wondered why I had said it. Granted, it was true, but I had just found a way out of my predicament only to potentially get myself right back into it.

"You think so?" Valerie shrugged and frowned. She knelt down again so that her face was level with the counter and my body. I looked her right in the eye and nodded yes. She knew I had trouble lying, even at my former size and even in my former gender when I was male. I wasn't merely complimenting her for the hell of it.

"Y-Yeah" I said, speaking up so she could hear me, "You have nothing to be ashamed of Valerie, absolutely nothing... and... um..."

"What?" Valerie asked, her anticipation almost quicker than my ability to speak. "What were you going to say?"

"Well... um..." I said, looking down at my shoulders and onto the white surface of her bathroom counter, speaking away from the giantess, "...I think you have a particularly nice body"

"Did you say what I think you said?" Valerie said, a somewhat sarcastic looking half smile appearing on her face. It was incredible how much detail I could see at my size. I could perceive the muscles in her face forming their slight curve around her bottom lip, her light skin tensing slightly as she maintained her entrancing gaze at me.

"Um... well... yeah..." I said, nodding again, "I mean... yes... I don't know... you're kinda making me nervous, Val"

She frowned again.

"Why? Because I'm fat?" she sighed, casting her eyes downward.

"Valerie! C'mon!" I yelled, "You're not fat! You don't need to be so defensive..."

"It's just..." she sighed, brushing some hair out of her face as she addressed my tiny self on her counter, "I thought you always wanted to see me naked... and now..."

I had almost spoken to cut her off, but I was trying to hold myself back. My face grew bright red with embarassment.

"...but I mean, if not, I understand" Valerie sighed, "I just kind of feel like a fool now, because I'm pretty much exposing myself to you and..."

"Valerie, please..." I sighed, walking closer to the massive face. "I...I... think you're really attractive okay...? Really... REALLY attractive..."

"Then why won't you go in the shower with me?!" Valerie moaned, sounding like a spoiled teenage girl, but of course I knew that wasn't her style. Her momentarily shrill voice startled me though, causing me to stumble back.

"I...I..." I stuttered, feeling a nervous feeling overtake me. It strangely wasn't the nervous feeling from seeing my friend appear 100 feet tall in front of me, but it was a nervous feeling I had been more familiar with from my time as a guy. I just felt overcome with social anxiety, trying to get myself out of a situation that was unbearably uncomfortable.

"I mean, c'mon..." Valerie cooed playfully and reached her hands towards me. The whole process seemed to move too quickly for words but in my mind, I had ample time to feel my body heat rise, watching her mighty fingers wrap around me tight. The makeshift dress she had forced on me was starting to weaken, a combination of its flimsiness and her own busy hands being the contributing factors. "How often will we ever have this chance?"

By now, I was laying in her palm, helpless to speak and holding onto my dress with one hand, as she had inadvertedly (or purposefully) snapped the back. I looked at her, speechless and afraid, watching her other hand carefully as it traveled around her own back and snapped her bra open. She moved her body ever so slightly to shake it off. At this point, I remained stunned, almost showing no reaction to her topless appearance. She gently bent at the knees, keeping me balanced in her hand and began removing her panties and thong, the final articles of clothing she had on. She looked at me, not saying a word and gave me a warm smile. She said nothing else as she traveled with me into the bathtub, her feet hitting the floor with a hollow thud.

"Bobby... please..." Valerie said, "just try to have fun with this... I know when it comes to women, you always needed a kind of push... that's what I'm giving you!"

"Th-This is completely different!" I shouted, "I've been nervous approaching women in the past and yes... I suppose I needed some forceful encouragement... but no! This is completely different, Val!"

"But you even said you were attracted to me..." Valerie playfully smiled, "You just said it, no?"

I blushed, unable to answer her question.

"C'mon, Bobby... please take off the dress..." Valerie said.

"Val..." I sighed anxiously, my hand tugging harder at ever at the material, holding it against my body. "Please... no... I...I'm not comfortable with this..."

"Okay, suit yourself..." Valerie said, reaching for the water faucet. She turned on the hot and cold and began running them slowly into the drain. "But when that dress gets soaked, I'm not going to have much else for you to wear..."

"You wouldn't..." I gulped nervously. "Please don't..."

Valerie turned the nozzles again and let the water continue running. I felt the heat in the area rise as steam filled the chamber. She then clicked on the center nozzle, a menacing looking contraption which sealed my fate. I heard an industrial "click" from within the shower walls and within seconds, a towering wall of water fell upon me.

"V-Val!!" I screamed, my tiny voice sounding like feeble chirps. The water probably wasn't even that strong but it may as well have been Niagra falls and I felt my thin lace dress betraying me as it dampened around me, clinging to my body and wrinkling around me. Valerie sighed, somewhat laughing as she set me on the large porcelain soap dish, just out of reach of the water.

"Did you want to get out of that little dress now?" Valerie cooed, "I'll wait for you"

"Valerie..." I whimpered, admitting defeat now as I let the useless dress fall off my body. "How could you do this to me?"

"Do what?" Valerie said, breaking a smile as soon as my body was exposed. "Giving you a shower?"

She reached her hands down at me and I sighed uncomfortably, knowing that there was no point in resisting. Her fingers were careful not to tighten around me but she held me commandingly in her fingers, using the curve of her thumb and index finger to press against my soft flesh. I never felt more helpless as she lowered me into her other hand, keeping me in the off-skirts of the water so I wouldn't get as splashed but would still feel the shower as if it were a light rain.

My breathing involuntarily sped up, a result of my nerves but also... something else. Valerie's grip on my body was somewhat arousing, I had to admit. I had to fight the feeling though. I felt so violated and yet...

"Okay... so I have to ask now..." Valerie sighed, sounding a bit concerned, "Are you alright?"

I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell and scream, stomp up and down on her hand and bitch her out. But ... I couldn't. She had such a gentle hold on me. She wasn't being cruel to me even though she could've been. Her gorgeous hair was doused with water and I watched each drop make it's way flowingly through her curls. How could I be so mad at the only person who wouldn't squish me like a bug?

"I...I'm alright..." I sighed, looking up at her through the thundering water.

"Okay... good..." Valerie sighed, holding me up closer to her face now, "because honestly... I know I joke around, but if something ever happened to you, I... I don't know what I'd do...I'm not happy to see you this way, but I just ... I thought we could share this together"

I nodded. I didn't know if I nodded because I agreed, or because I had no choice. Either way, I resigned myself to my fate.

Valerie leaned over a bit, and grabbed a body wash. The bottle appeared to be a giant silo, as one would see at a chemical facility and she let a large glob of it fall onto her shoulder. It dripped slowly, and she used her free hand to rub it against her shoulder and upper chest, creating a slight lather.

"Bobby... would you mind scrubbing me?" Valerie smiled.

"Huh?" I asked, feeling embarassed by her request.

"Yeah..." Valerie said, placing me on her slick shoulder. The soft surface was strangely warm and cold at the same time and I found myself laying almost flat on it, to maintain my balance. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want you falling off"

I tried to steady my breathing and worked my hands into her shoulder, giving her a sort of massage. I leaned forward to grasp at a fleeting drop of body spray that had gotten away and felt myself slipping. I slid slowly along her shoulder, navigating it as if I were floundering on a log that was lost at sea. I began feeling gravity taking its hold and ended up sliding along with her body gel and slid headfirst down the curvaceous slope of her left breast. She had her hand cupped just below her nipple to keep me from falling much further.

"Hmm, getting adventurous, are we?" Valerie laughed, raising my body against her breast. "Here, let me help you"

Valerie squirt another liberal amount of body wash onto her right breast and raised me up onto the slippery surface, rubbing me gently against it. I kept my mouth and eyes shut to avoid getting soap in them as she was using me against herself as if I were a loofa. The worse thing was that I felt myself growing even more turned on. I could feel Valerie's breathing speed up and her heart beat increase as she moved me rythmically against her soft chest.

"V...Val..." I gasped, "...please... stop..."

My entire body flopped uselessly against the soft mounds of flesh as she playfully slid me between her cleavage. I felt my body throbbing with desire. I wasn't sure what it meant to be turned on as a female but this was pretty much it, I could tell. I was so horny that I ached to be normal size more than ever so that we could somehow have sex. I quivered in her powerful grip, unable to hide the fact that I was aroused. My tiny nipples began to harden and she teased them with a simple "near-miss" of her fingernail. I let out a soft moan, trying desperately to resist the feeling. It was too strong. I forcefully grabbed her finger and rubbed it onto my body, urging her to go lower. She moved me further from her body and I fell backwards into her palm, my body tingling as if I had just had sex, but I had't orgasmed. Not yet.

"Hmmm... having fun, Bobby?" Valerie said, her echoing words haunting me as she dazzled me with her hands.

"Please... Val..." I said, while moaning, the water still rushing around us and almost strengthening the sexual chemistry between us. "There's still time... we don't have to do this..."

"We don't have to..." Valerie smiled, "but you want to. and so do I..."

Without saying another word, Valerie let more body wash fall into her hands from the container above and used that hand to coat my entire body with it, gently massaging me with her fingers. She then grasped me firmly in her two hands and I moaned in delight as she pressed the gel into me, only giving her fingers more momentum as they strengthened and became faster and more intense.

"V...Val please!" I shrieked, feeling as if I were about to explode, "W-Why are you doing this?"

"You deserve some happiness too..." she sighed sincerely. With that, I felt my insides burst from the pleasure and her pressure on me. I tensed up and orgasmed, not once, but three times and lay happily content in her palm.

I stare blankly at the dark velvet prison around me, feeling nearly nothing. My head blares with pain as I refuse to look anywhere but straight ahead. In my own delusional state, I hope that I can trick myself into believing that I was anywhere but where I was... inside a small purse, being held captive like a toy. Inside my friend Valerie's purse after being shrunk to the size of a doll... as a naked woman. I took slow deep breaths, trying to sort this out with my mind.

I reluctantly lifted my head from my arms long enough to get a good look at my surroundings. Browsing to the left I see the dormant cell phone which stretches the length of my body as it leans harmlessly against the walls. I also see some of the tissues that Valerie mentioned poking out of a side pocket. I lazily stumble towards the pocket before feeling something around me. It felt as if the floor was being dropped out from under me but of course it was the giant Valerie getting up and moving her purse with her as she walked me outside to the car. She made no efforts to talk to me (even if she had, they'd be muffled through the fabric and I'd have no way to answer back) as she walked into the car and set the purse down on a seat.

I sighed again, finally choking back my tears long enough to get up and attempt opening the zipper again. I felt as if in a haze as I walked and my feet felt heavier and heavier with each step as I weakened. I made it to the pocket of tissues and sighed, out of breath. How could I be so exhausted so easily? I barely walked the equivalent of 10 feet across the purse and wanted to lay down already. Instead I force myself to pull on the gargantuan zipper, sliding it to the left with all my might to reveal more tissues. I tugged at the soft tissue and some of it tore in my hands. I realized I needed to use less force so I gently pulled out some more until I had exposed a whole sheet.

But what was I supposed to do with this? I thought to myself as I struggled with the piece of tissue. The material was too soft and flimsy to act as any effective clothing and also too unruly to handle at my size. It was like trying to fold a giant bed sheet. It didn't help that I heard noises outside like a haunted carnival through the purse fabric. I could hear Valerie's radio working at full blast, blaring a song by Pink.

I finally resigned myself to laying down, finding a position that would be easiest to wrestle with the giant tissue and get it around myself. I lay the large sheet out like a blanket and lay across it. I tug on the corners and wrap them around my torso and waist like a toga. I grunt as I get out another few sheets of tissue from the pocket, making a small mess in the process as several dozen small tissue fragments get left on the ground of the purse.


After getting used to the new fabric, I actually found myself becoming very proficient with it. I had to wrap an extra few layers of the soft tissue around my chest to act as a bra and again I found myself using extra padding around my waist and thighs. I still wouldn't want to be seen in public wearing the terrible makeshift dress,but at least I had SOME dignity, although not much.

I slowly get up, cautious as I see the floor moving again. I start to take a few steps before I tumble on my ass again and tear my tissue dress into small tatters around my body. I feel my resolve breaking and I begin to cry again, only exascerbating the problem as the bits of tissue dissolve around my arms with each tear. I was already somewhat drenched with sweat and had this ridiculous tissue clinging to my body. I tried my hardest to contain my pathetic squeaks as I sobbed but they came rattling from my body like the pathetic creature I had become.

Valerie was no doubt oblivious to this as she strolled through the mall as if nothing had happened. I began to feel resentment towards her. Even if she DID think this was for my own good, she should've given me the choice of where to stay. While misery overcame me currently, I was pretty sure I wouldn't try to hurt myself. I didn't need to be contained in here and I began to wonder if Val did it only to feel powerful.

I took another deep breath and realized that probably wasn't true. I needed to relax and take a moment to get some rest as Valerie had mentioned. I lay down, still half naked and try to make myself comfortable on the lumpy floor as the ground kept shaking, even more than before. It finally felt like I was being set down.

Suddenly, I notice the sky parting above me and the massive zipper reveals a bright light from above. Valerie looked upon me with pity for a moment.

"Hey" she whispered, "you okay?"

I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to have something to say but all I could do was glare at her and quickly nod "no". I wanted her to know how miserable she had made me so I kept that scowl on my face, even to the point of exagerattion. There was no way I'd be "okay" with any of this.

"Ok..." Valerie sighed, "well... I'll be done soon, okay?"

I remained responseless until she hastily rezipped the purse. I sighed and laid down again. I'm not sure if it was the best idea to tick off my now giant friend but what was the point? With any luck maybe she would freak out and hurt me... oh geez, maybe I was more suicidal than I realized...

I finally fall to my knees and try to sleep, determined to forget about all of this. The world slowly fades to black around me.

"Hello Dolly"

by Sonicfan287

Chapter 14: Waves of change

The sadness turned to chaos and the chaos to noise. My head throbbed with emotions as I was both contained and exposed at once. I felt as though my entire being would cease at any moment, and then something strange happened. I relaxed. I was starting to become used to this horrid pattern, having spent a couple of days as a woman. The shock became exponentially worse, of course when I became a tiny woman but for now, I felt relaxed. I allowed my body to succumb to the numbing shockwaves of relaxation as it stroked my body and mind. For now, I wasn't in Valerie's purse. I wasn't tiny, and I wasn't alone. I was on a beach, somewhere far away. The crowd noise faded into soft waves which crashed around me as I looked around and sighed. I was myself again, I was a guy and I gazed back with a smile to see the figure chasing futily after me as I reached the triumphant summit of the mountain.

Gazing down at the crystal clear blue water, I looked back and chuckled.

"Almost there, Val?" I laughed.

"Very funny..." Valerie wheezed, setting her light mauve backpack down on the side of the rocks and joining me to view the water. "...well, we're up here, now what?"

"Don't sound so exciting" I chuckled, giving her a playful poke in the side of the stomach. "What do you think?"

"Jerk." she said in a mocking tone, holding back a laugh as she momentarily left my side. "It's.... it's beautiful Bobby, but I mean... I've been here before. Granted, it's been years."

"Same" I said, looking out over the ocean at the place both of our childhoods had brought us at one time. Of course, I hadn't known Valerie back then but one thing we had in common was a certain sense of sentimentality. We always said at some point we'd both return to that beach, that area that we once knew in our younger days. It took forever for us to both make the realization that the beach we were referring to was the same.

Our lives became more hectic as we got older and trips like this became nearly impossible. Still, as the moment stayed suspended in time, I loved nothing more than to look out at the view and listen to the crashing waves, their resounding thuds sounding faint and yet majestic as they thundered on the rocks miles below.

The sounds slowly intensified. I looked over at Valerie who looked at me, seeming confused but then, relaxing.

She drew herself closer to me and now I was the confused one.

"Thanks" she said, exhibiting a warm kindness I had only seen a few times in my life. She wrapped herself up in me willingly, throwing her arms around my neck and bringing her body closer. I resisted for only a second and let her take me, opening my mouth wide as we embraced and kissed. This was more than a "friends" kiss though. In fact, I hadn't even kissed my last girlfriend like this. our mouths were completely intertwined and we passionately held each other as the waves kept on crashing.

The sounds became deafening and yet there was no doubt in my mind, I could definitely feel flesh -- her flesh against me. I moved my arms slowly to her waist and began to rub in small circles against the sides of her curving waist. I brought my hands slowly up as we took slight breaths in between our kisses and smiled.

I began rubbing the sides of her breasts very softly and then I felt it.

I stopped momentarily and she seemed surprised. I seemed surprised. What was going on?

I rubbed her breast again, this time the moment had passed. It was no longer romantic -- it was strange and foreign. She looked back at me as if I had violated her and yet she didn't move away. She left me free to touch her body. I didn't want to, but I did and I forced my hand under her shirt, feeling her soft breasts through her bra. Then it all came undone.

As quickly as it came, it ended... the sounds of the water, the view of the beach, Valerie's body against me... it was all a mirage.

The feeling I had was familiar but was even stranger than sharing a romantic moment with your best friend.

I was feeling my own breast. My fingers hung gently on the side of my reddened nipple. Except it wasn't the nipple I had known for all of my life. It was this new female body, it was the side of my own breasts that I had fondled in that moment and the thought strangely disturbed me. I breathed heavily and tried to let it pass. I took my soft hands off of myself and tried to stand. I was still woozy but I finally had my bearings.

Instead of clear skies, I saw only darkness. Instead of the majestic waves, I heard only annoying chatter. They were only people some several feet away but at my size, they sounded like behemoths having a loud and intrusive conversation that disrupted my thoughts. I realized that my makeshift fabric dress was pretty much useless. The dress had rubbed against me several times in my short sleep and the weak material was fraying. My left nipple was completely exposed and my midriff lay bare between a tattered array of cloth. I wanted to cry but I also couldn't. I was too weak, too tired and yet somewhat relaxed. I flopped down again and sighed.

Then I heard Valerie's booming voice getting closer and closer. I had to cover my ears as she was talking at her fullest volume, towards some other girl I couldn't see. When Valerie had been talking to me, I noticed that for the most part, she had a hushed tone to her voice, especially if she held me in front of her. Now, she was talking loud enough for her friend to hear but to me the sound was needless excessive. My eardrums felt like they might explode if this conversation lasted any longer.


"Yeah, that's just what I'd do..." I heard the other girl say. Even from across the room and through the fabric purse, I could make out her words clearly.

"Yeah... yeah, I hear ya..." Valerie reponded, "No, thank you, Clarise, I really appreciate it"

"Hey, no problem, and anytime you need to talk, seriously... you got my number?" I heard the girl ask.

"Um... yeah, I should, hold on..." Valerie said and I felt movement.

I gasped and ran as fast as I could, not knowing where to run to as the massive hand reached back into her purse. I watched helplessly as she grabbed the phone -- one of the biggest things in the space and took it from within my prison. I was just relieved she hadn't grabbed me by mistake. At about 5 inches high, I was no bigger than the cell phone.

"Ok... yeah, you're in my phone" Valerie said, her voice sounding happy and energetic. She must've had a good day, I thought and resolved to try and be happier if only for her sake. This was a tough position for her to be in and my being mopey wasn't helping.

The girls parted ways and I heard Valerie whisper something, probably directed towards me but I wasn't completely paying attention. I was just glad the day was over and at the very least, maybe I would have some alone time with Valerie, although probably not nearly as good as it had been in my dream.

My now giant best friend lifted the purse and whisked me away.