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Ticklish
By Shardy

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Life could not get any worse.

It couldn't. I mean, I get turned into a girl, have my dignity stripped to unrepairable pieces, have a group of preppies after me, and to top it all off with the cherry of the them all: Joey Wheeler flirting with me!

As I said life could not get any worse.

The school day ended finally, and the torture would cease for now. As I put my cursed textbooks away in my cursed locker, I happened to look up and saw a poster board on the wall.

"Announcing the Spring Fling!
April 13 6:30-11:45 p.m.
$7 per person
See ya there!"

Yeah, right. Like I ever went to school dances? Once again, Frosty the Snowman would rein in Hell before I ever attended a social event.

"Hey, Melody?"

JOEY! AGAIN! I whirled around furiously. "Are you stalking me, Wheeler?" I demanded.

Wheeler laughed, that annoying laugh of his that made me want punch him. Oh, Lord, the kid could so much as look at me and I would want to punch him. "I wanted to ask ya somethin'," he replied.

I felt my eyes narrow. "Then ask it."

"Would you like to go to the dance wit me?"

Nevermind. Life just got worse.

*****

"Oof!" I fell onto my bed, face down on the pillow. Maybe if I just stayed here, everyone will ignore me.

"I think you should go," Mokuba said suddenly from his videogame. I have the console in my room so when he has to go to bed, he can't pretend to be asleep and then stay up to play the PS2.

"What?" I sat up and glared at him. I always knew the kid liked Yugi and his friends, but I didn't think he would actually seriously believe that I would like them.

"I think you should go," he repeated, looking away from his game to give me those all-too innocent eyes of his.

I cringed inwardly. "Mokuba, you know I don't go to social events like this."

"I know that, but those times you were a boy. You're a girl, now, you have to go."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do. It's required of you. Do you wanna be a wallflower princess the rest of your life?"

That was it. I leaped off the bed and tackled him to the floor. "I am a girl in looks only!" I yelled over his shrieks of laughter as I tickled him mercilessly.

"And I'm your Blue Eyes White Dragon," he shot back between desperate gasps for air.

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

His only reply was lunging out of my grasp with more strength than I credited him for, and next thing I knew he was sitting backwards on my stomach. "Mokuba, what are you doing?" I demanded.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he jerked off my sock and began tickling my feet.

I guess I'll admit it right now. I have very sensitive feet. "MOKUBA STOP!!!" I screamed, tears practically streaming down my face as I giggled uncontrollably. "MERCY! I GIVE UP!"

"That's not gonna help you now," Mokuba replied evilly as continued with the torture.

"YOU BRAT!! HA HA, STOP, PLEASE!"

"Is Seto Kaiba begging?"

"YES, I'M BEGGING, DAMMIT! KNOCK IT OFF!" And then my voice was conquered by more laughter. My feet are very, very sensitive.

"I'll stop on only one condition," Mokuba replied as calm as ever.

"ANYTHING!"

"You have to go to the dance with Joey."

I would rather be tickled to death. Then I gave another shriek as Mokuba began tickling the back of my knee which is more sensitive than my feet. "OKAY! OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!"

"Promise?"

"YES!"

"No, Seto, do you really promise?"

"YES!"

He got off. I lay there gasping. "I'm holding you to your promise, you know," Mokuba reminded me.

I guess down there in the depths of Hell, Frosty the Snowman just received the crown of rulership.

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