7/6/99
Spells R Us: "Heads And Tails"
by J. John Seaver
Copyright 1999 by Jason Seaver; Spells R Us itself and it associated
characters belong to Bill Hunt. As always, ask before using my characters
and creations for your own fiendish purposes. This story may be freely
archived and distributed so long as it is left intact and this disclaimer is
included.
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Ken and Jamie left the arcade, disgusted. Not for the usual reason- rather
than being too crowded for them to get at a machine; the place was all but
abandoned. No, this time it was because after about an hour, all videogames
seemed to look the same. Ken's older brother often spoke of the halcyon
days of the early 1980s, when Atari was king, graphics were crude, sound
was mono, but games were more fun and you could play all afternoon on a
single quarter, if you were good enough. Ken had always thought that
Bryce was putting him on; twenty- seven was too young for that kind of
nostalgia. But now he was beginning to decide that Bryce might have a
point: He and Jamie would have to guess to say whether the last game
they'd played was Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, Tekken, or some other
generic fighting game.
It was all the same, and they were getting sick of it. Now they were just
wandering the mall, hoping that something interesting to do would pop out at
them, or that they might meet up with some girls from one of the
surrounding towns... Anything to make up for the fact that they weren't
going to the Junior/Senior Prom that night.
Jamie and Ken were something of an odd couple. While Jamie wasn't a
straight-A student -- he tended toward high B's in social studies and
computer courses -- he had the academic curiosity, thin frame, quiet manner
and nearly-perfect recall of everything he'd ever read or seen that caused
classmates to peg him as an introverted geek. Those that took the time to get
to know him would learn that Jamie was an avid outdoorsman who spent
much of his free time camping, hiking, cross- country skiing and mountain
biking. On the other hand, Ken was on the varsity basketball, baseball, and
soccer teams, albeit as a benchwarmer. He came across as friendly but
slow, and he would be the first to admit that he got confused fairly easily.
He never complained about having to work hard for what seemed to come to
others naturally, though. Jamie was nominally more assertive, so their first
stop in the mall had been the comics shop, followed by Software Etc.,
followed by Eastern Mountain Sports, and on until they'd reached Dream
Machine.
They shared few classes in school, but knew each other well from having
lived next door to each other until they were about twelve, Ken's parents
having moved to a smaller house across town when his two older siblings
went away to college and the navy. They were dateless that night because it
just happened that all the girls they knew had boyfriends, and any girl either
of them dated would always knock the relationship down to "just friends"
within two weeks. Most of those former not-quite-girlfriends would have
been glad to go with them, but they were already going with...
So, not seeing the point of going stag at the time, they'd given the whole
thing a pass when tickets went on sale. Now, doubts were beginning to
cross the two juniors' minds about the logic of that choice. It was just
quarter of six, and the movie they'd decided to see instead didn't start for an
hour and a half, so they had at least that much self-doubt ahead of them.
Joy.
"Hey, it looks like something's finally moved into where Musicland used to
be." Jamie turned to follow Ken's pointing finger. Spaces in the mall didn't
usually stay vacant for long, and this was evidently no exception.
"'Spells R Us'. Huh; I wonder what they sell."
"I don't know; I've never heard of it. Maybe they're a magician's supply
shop. Maybe it's that new sci-fi bookstore you told me about. Or maybe
they have a collection of innocuous-looking objects which actually hold
various enchantments that, without the proper precautions, turn on their
users in an ironic manner. Or maybe they sell shoes."
"I'm guessing women's clothing. Or, on second thought, how about quote
adult products and services unquote. I mean, what other kind of store would
have a solid front wall and door in a mall?"
"Good point. But, since I don't see anything about having to be eighteen to
even touch the doorknob, we might as well take a look."
The door creaked as they opened it, and a bell rang above the counter, even
though it was in no way connected to the door, or at least not connected in
any way Ken or Jamie could detect. Jamie thought it was pretty clever.
An old man wearing what couldn't really be a bathrobe emerged from a back
room, carrying a gold coin in a plastic case, mumbling about how it always
turned up, just like the proverbial bad penny. He looked up, startled, as if
they bell hadn't signaled him of his customers' arrival. "Hello, Kurt. How
may I help you and your friend today?"
"Good guess on the name, but it's Ken, actually. Ken Kurtwood."
The old man's eyes slightly widened. "Are you sure it's not Kurt
Kenwood? I'm seldom wrong about these things."
"Positive."
Jamie had already stepped up to the counter to look at the man's coin. "Hey,
what's this... Wow! Shouldn't this be in a museum, rather than a shop in a
mall?"
The old man looked at Jamie. "Ah! Are you an amateur numismatist?"
Jamie grinned sheepishly. "A little; I can't afford much. I don't actually
own anything much rarer than a Buffalo nickel, but this looks like a Viking
coin."
"It is. It's the fabled wishing coin, although it's not terribly fabled since its
owner has kept it secret for the last four hundred years or so."
"A wishing coin?" Ken didn't share Jamie's keen interest in the coin -- he
wasn't quite as bright as his friend, but that wasn't it. Collecting just didn't
interest him; he understood that the coin was old and rare, or at least was a
good replica of a coin that was old and rare, but those facts didn't give
something any intrinsic extra value. Still, the old man seemed a bit eccentric,
wearing a bathrobe to work and stocking the place with odds and ends (the
store looked like a flea market); what was the harm if he placed spun
unbelievable stories about his wares?
"Yes. You toss it up in the air, like any other coin. While it's tumbling,
speak your wish aloud. Your wish will begin to come true as soon as you
catch it."
"Uh-huh. Any restrictions?"
"A few. The coin cannot be used for coercion; while it can change
circumstances, it cannot force a person to make an uncharacteristic decision
or otherwise override one's free will. Also, it cannot be used again until the
last wish has been completely granted. That's why it's been out of
circulation for so long."
Jamie decided to play along too, although he never took his eye off the coin.
"What do you mean?"
"Its last owner was His Majesty Ronald, Emperor of England, who used it
to wish the he would never die. Since his wish would not be fully granted
until he had, in fact, lived forever, the coin was of no use to anyone else."
Ken grinned, seeing the old man's game. "So it wouldn't actually grant
wishes for us?"
"Oh, of course it will. Ronald used his long life to conquer the world,
outliving all his rivals, surviving any assassination attempts, and using his
many lifetimes of experience to stay one step ahead of any threat. Until, that
is, ten minutes ago, when someone used another magical device to travel
back in time and prevent Ronald, and, ironically, himself, from ever being
born. Ronald's reign would have begun in 1547; instead Edward III became
king, then Mary, then Elizabeth... But you have probably heard all that."
The old man snapped his fingers. "That must be why I muffed your name;
it's Kurt in that other timeline. They can be so hard to keep straight when
you reach my age."
Jamie looked up. "I imagine it must be. I'm almost afraid to ask, but how
much are you selling this for? Just curious."
"For you? Thirty-five dollars ought to do it."
"No, seriously..."
"I'm totally serious. Most collectors would just place it on a shelf, or in a
museum, being the stodgy old farts that they are. You, on the other hand,
are young enough to still want to take things out of their case and hold them,
and use them, rather than merely preserving them for history. I'll bet you
only buy comics-" He tapped the bag of wares Jamie had purchased at the
comic shop, "that you intend to read and re-read, and don't worry about
variant covers and resale value."
Maybe the guy was senile enough to let something like this go, and maybe it
was just a very nice replica. Either way, it was worth the miniscule amount
he was asking, and Jamie happily paid it.
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Jamie was happily examining at his new coin as he and Ken walked through
the parking lot on their way to the Papa Gino's across the street from the
mall. Ken waited until Jamie had looked up for a second to swipe it.
"Hey! That's valuable!"
"Yeah, right. If it really were an actual Viking coin, the guy wouldn't have
let it go for thirty-five bucks."
"Even if it's not a thousand years old, that's still real gold; you can tell by the
weight."
"Sure you can." Ken took the coin out of its protective case and hefted it. It
was heavier than he expected. "Okay, so it's actual gold. Let's see if that
wishing thing really works."
"And you thought I was silly for thinking it might be a Viking coin."
"Hey, what's the harm?" Ken placed the coin on top of his clenched fist, as
though he were going to flip it to make a decision, and grinned. "Call it in
the air." He took a deep breath, and then let the coin fly. "I wish that Jamie
and I had tickets for the prom and sexy dates that go to it with u--"
"You've got heads, I've got tai--"
The coin seemed to explode as it landed back in Ken's hand. There was a
flash of light and a concussion that knocked them both off their feet; it was
almost as if a flash-bang grenade had gone off between them.
Ken stood up, somewhat woozy, and started dusting himself off. While he
was doing that, he noticed he was wearing a jacket, when he hadn't been
before. A tuxedo jacket, in fact... "Hey! Jamie, it worked! That magic
wishing coin actually worked!" He ran over to where his friend had fallen
and skidded to a stop.
"What do you mean it worked?" Eyes skyward, Jamie sat up and ran his
fingers back through his hair, and more hair, and still more hair until... He
kept his voice calm and spoke slowly. "Ken, I must have bumped my head
pretty hard. Why am I wearing a bra?"
There was a nauseated look to Ken's face and a withering tone to his voice,
and though his head was turning as if to look away, his eyes just couldn't.
"Because your breasts would be bouncing all over the place if you didn't?"
Jamie's grip on the bra strap tightened until it was pinching his new breasts
painfully. He yelped and let go, then turned his attention to the rest of his
body. As he feared, it matched the breasts, feminine in every detail, almost
to the point of exaggeration. From long, perfect legs through tight butt and
wide hips, past a quite narrow waist to two heavy, but firm, breasts and
beyond which his hands found strong shoulders, slender arms, a smooth
neck, pouty, kissable lips and a button nose. Those delicate hands had
fingers which terminated in extended (but thankfully not claw-like) red nails,
and the whole thing was topped off with ash blond hair that dropped two or
three inches below the shoulders and wrapped in a blue prom dress that
showed more than a hint of cleavage and plenty of blue- stockinged leg, with
a matching blue purse slung over the shoulder. If Jamie could have seen
himself, he might not agreed that he was a babe, but it would have been
strictly on principle, not based on the facts.
Ken had changed, too, though not as drastically. He'd gained a few inches
in height, about twenty pounds of well-distributed muscle, a squarer jaw and
a slightly deeper voice. "Here, let me help you up..." Ken took another step
toward Jamie, who stared him back.
"I can get up myself, thankyouverymuch." Jamie hadn't realized he was
wearing three-inch heels until he tried to stand. He was very wobbly, and
his attempts to gain his balance only made him more so, until he finally fell
forward. Ken quickly stepped forward to catch him.
Jamie was having no part of that. "Hands off!" He shoved Ken in the chest
while he was yelling, but the force of Jamie's weaker arms against Ken's
broader chest simply caused Jamie to fall over backwards again.
He laid there in silent fury, fists clenched as hard as was possible without the
fingernails drawing blood. After a couple minutes had passed, he stiffly
raised one arm, bending only at the shoulder. "Help me up."
Ken obliged, his arms supporting Jamie's weight like it was nothing. "Are
you okay?"
"YOU did this." Jamie crossed his arms and stared daggers at Ken, then
uncrossed them when he realized how the position highlighted the breasts.
He dropped his arms to his sides, looking every bit a petulant teenage girl.
"I didn't mean too! I just tossed the coin in the air and wished we had tickets
and dates who would go with us to the prom and--"
"AND what?"
Ken had to be very nervous to stammer. "And-and-and-and then we
changed!" He quickly looked around, found the coin on the ground, and
picked it up. "Look, we can use it to change back!" He tossed it up in the
air. "I wish Jamie was a guy again!"
Absolutely nothing happened when he caught it. "I don't understand..."
Jamie snatched the coin from Ken's hand. "Remember what the old man
said? We can't use it again until this wish is finished. We've got to actually
go to the prom." It just got worse and worse.
"But where are our dates?"
Jamie just glared.
"You mean we've got to go with (gulp) each other?" Ken received a curt,
affirmative nod. "Well, okay then. We go to the prom."
"Are you out of your MIND? I can't let anybody see me like THIS!"
Ken was getting exasperated. "Who'll know? All anybody will see when
they look at you is a blond-over-blue knockout; no-one will be able to
connect her with you. Look, I'm sorry that you've got to be a girl for the
evening, but it's just one night, and it could have been a lot worse.
Remember, the old guy said that there's stuff that can erase you from
existence! After we go to the dance, things can go back to normal. We can
do that!"
"'You've got to be a girl for the evening...' Do you have any idea how
preposterous that sounds?" Jamie sighed, and cleared her throat. "Yeah, I
think I can handle it for a night."
"Okay. Let's just go to the car and drive to the Holiday Inn."
They made it almost all the way to Ken's car when Jamie stopped. "I want
dinner."
Ken turned around and stared. "What?"
"I haven't eaten since lunch and I'm starving. AND the wish specified
taking dates to the prom; I know neither of us has had a date in a while, but
buying her dinner is part of the ritual. AND it's the least you can do after
turning me into...this!"
Ken had to agree that Jamie had a point. "All right. We get dinner."
"And a corsage."
Ken chuckled. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"
Jamie swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. "Look, if we have to do this
to change back, then we do it right. I am hating every minute of this, and I
will not be stuck like this for the rest of my life because you wouldn't spring
at the goddamned florist!" She'd tried to remain calm, but she'd ended up
yelling anyway.
Ken raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, you're right. Should I rent
a limo, too?"
Jamie couldn't believe what she was hearing; was Ken not taking this
seriously? "You probably should, but there's no time for that." She
stomped past Ken and leaned against the car. "Let's just go and get it over
with."
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Jamie looked in the mirror, totally lost. Ken had gotten the corsage,
although the woman at the counter had chastised him, saying that she was
just about to close and he shouldn't have waited until the last minute. After
driving around for a half hour, they'd finally found a restaurant with only a
twenty minute wait for seating. Ken had looked upset when Jamie had
ordered the grilled shark, but she had shot him a "You Owe Me" glare which
kept him silent. She'd then retired to the ladies' room, quite proud that she
hadn't entered the wrong one by accident. Small victories.
Her plan had been to just touch up her makeup so that she wouldn't be as
conspicuous - the fall and the tears she'd mostly choked back in the car were
sure to have damaged it - but she hadn't counted on the fact that she knew
sod-all about applying the stuff. Though there was a compact in the purse,
she didn't know what to do with its contents.
Jamie almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a toilet flush behind
her, then a snapping noise and a muttered "shit!" She stood absolutely still
until a voice came from the stall. "Um... Could someone help me?"
Jamie didn't say a word.
"Look, I know there's someone out there. I just need a little favor."
Well, why not? "What kind of a favor?"
"Come here."
Jamie poked the door open and gasped. There was Jennifer Lindstrom from
Chemistry, practically naked. Sure, she had her panties on, but her yellow
tube dress was down around her ankles, leaving her topless. Part of Jamie
just wanted to reach out and touch the redhead's bare breasts, but he
remembered that there was a pair just as nice much closer to hand, and
Jennifer would probably think Jamie fondling her now would be, well,
weird.
Thankfully, Jenny misinterpreted Jamie's stare. "Yeah, I know, I should
have gone before I left, but it completely slipped my mind. Could you help
me do up the back? I can't reach them all."
"Um, um, um...sure. No problem." The snap at the neck was the only one
that really held the dress together; the others just allowed her to step in.
When all the snaps were done up, the back had a series of oval spaces which
showed Jennifer's back off to great effect.
Jenny walked with Jamie back to the mirror. "Thanks so much; I'd hate to
spend my junior prom hiding in the bathroom." She extended her hand.
"I'm Jenny."
"Jamie." It just slipped out before she could think of a substitute.
"Well, thanks a lot, Jamie. I don't remember meeting you before; are you
going to the Hillcrest prom?"
"Ah, well, yeah..."
"Who with?"
Jamie considered, and then figured she'd probably run into Jenny there
anyway. "Ken Kurtwood."
"Really? That's so weird; his best friend is named Jamie, too. Isn't that
funny?"
"Yeah, it's a riot."
"Well, I suppose you get that a lot. But Ken's cool. As my dad would say -
dad's a cop, you understand - Ken's a stand-up guy." Jenny giggled at her
own impression of her father; Jamie had to admit that it was kind of funny.
"Yeah, he's all right, but it's just one date. Um, Jenny?" Jamie was
blushing.
"Yeah?" It was a friendly "yeah" as Jenny turned from fixing her lipstick in
the mirror to look at Jamie.
"I feel kind of silly asking, but could you help me with my makeup? I don't
have much practice and I think I just made it worse."
"Oh, no problem; I love a challenge. Wow, look at you. You really don't
have much practice, huh?"
"First time."
Jenny fiddled with Jamie's face, and by the time she returned to Ken, one
would have been hard pressed to tell that Jamie was wearing any cosmetics.
Ken certainly didn't fail to notice. "Looks like you've got some hidden
talents you never told me about."
"What? Oh, this? Jenny Lindstrom helped me with the clown paint."
"Oh, she did? That was nice of her."
"Well, I did help her get back into her dress." Jamie sipped her ice water
innocently as Ken's eyes bugged. At least she would have one fond
memory of this night.
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The prom itself wasn't so bad; it could have been worse. Lots of eyes
turned to Jamie and Ken, although most were people wondering if Ken had
been working out. A few tried to make passes at Jamie, but she wouldn't
leave Ken's side. After about an hour and a half, they ran into Jenny and her
boyfriend Roger.
"Ken, Jamie, hi! Wow, Ken, have you been working out?"
"A little." Ken had been sort of sheepish about it all night.
"I mean since, like, yesterday. I've never seen someone fill out so well so
fast..."
Jamie pointedly cleared her throat. She wasn't feeling territorial, really, but
there were conventions to be upheld.
"Anyway, you look great; Roger'd be in real danger of going home alone if
not for Jamie." Roger just smiled; Jenny had always been a flirt, and he just
made the best of it. "Hey, here's a thought: Is Jamie - the other Jamie; the
guy one - is he going to be here tonight?"
"I don't think so; why do you ask?" Jamie probably would have said
"maybe later", but Ken answered first.
"Becky Sullivan's boyfriend dumped her like last night because evidently it's
okay for HIM to notice how attractive other people are, but not HER.
Anyway, she said she tried to call Jamie last night, but you know how his
parents have an unlisted number."
"Really?" Jenny just HAD to be pulling his chain---Jenny just HAD to be
messing with their minds.
"Really. Evidently she thinks he's 'intriguing.'"
"Wow. Imagine that, Ken. That intelligent, funny, stunningly attractive
track star and first-chair violinist Becky Sullivan would have gone to the
prom with your friend Jamie, who for some stupid reason or another
couldn't be here tonight."
"Ummm..."
"Why don't you just call him up; there's still a couple hours left."
"Good point, Roger. Come on, Kenny dear, you would know that poor
fellow's unlisted phone number. I mean, it's hardly fair that you get to come
and he doesn't, isn't it?"
With Jenny and Roger watching, Ken had no choice but to try and call
Jamie. He knew what the answer would be, though. "He's not there; his
parents say he went to a movie."
"That's too bad; Becky was hoping to see him. Oh well. Anyway, we're
going to get back on the dance floor; see you guys later."
"Why did you do that?" Ken was sort of confused. "You aren't planning to
leave with someone else, are you?"
"Even if I was, I'm hardly in any position to leave with Becky right now, am
I?"
"Well, I've heard rumors--" Ken yipped in pain as Jamie "accidentally"
drove her heel into his toes. "But that's all they are, rumors. Stupid, hateful
rumors started by those jealous and covetous of an absolutely wonderful
girl. Obviously, you were just trying to make sure that when you arrive
home in your regular body, you would have a legitimate reason to call Becky
up and try and get together. I don't know why I didn't see it before."
Jamie shook her head, wondering how these flashes of clear understanding
penetrated Ken's usual slow-wittedness.
They danced a little; Jamie wasn't very nimble on her feet with so little
practice. Besides, she barely knew how to dance the guy's part, much less
the girl's. The school had also hired a swing-rock band, and dancing to
them took a little more skill than either Ken or Jamie could muster. There
were only three or four couples that were really good, though.
Finally, it was over. Stairway to Heaven had been played, the punchbowl
was empty, and Jamie had kicked her shoes off and sat on the hood of Ken's
car, massaging her aching feet. She flipped open the purse, and pulled out
the coin. Turning it over in her knuckles, she was more inclined to be
philosophical about the situation.
"It wasn't so bad, I guess. It was kind of fun to know everybody in the
room but not have them recognize me. But, I'm glad it's over." She tossed
the coin up in the air. "I wish to be a guy again."
Jamie caught the coin and absolutely nothing happened.
"Oooo-kay. Maybe since you made the wish you have to be the one to
reverse it." She tossed the coin to Ken.
"Ummmmm... I've got a slight confession to make."
"A confession?" There was a hint of danger in Jamie's otherwise sweet
voice.
"Uh, yeah. Remember how you called the coin when it was in the air that
first time?"
"Ye-e-e-es, you got to keep both your heads while I became a piece of tail.
What's your point?"
"Well, I was still talking while you were, and..."
"And what did you say, exactly?"
"Um, exactly. Exactly." Ken tugged at his collar. "Well, I think the exact
words were, and I may be wrong, 'I wish Jamie and I had tickets to the
prom and sexy dates who go with us and then...'" He cleared his throat and
looked around.
"'And then...'"
"'...and then go all the way with us afterward.'"
Jamie nodded. "Ah." There was a pregnant pause that stretched into
minutes, and then Jamie leaped from the hood onto Ken, not knocking him
over but making him stumble back a few steps. She squeezed his torso with
her legs and ineffectually pummeled at him with her fists. "What the hell is
the matter with you? Have you not humiliated me enough tonight? Did you
have to make the leap from embarrassment to living hell? Why did you do
this to me?"
Ken lifted Jamie off of him and set her down gently. "Look, I was just
joking! I didn't think any of it would actually come true, and certainly not
like this! I'm really, really, sorry!"
The parking lot was empty by then, so there was no apparent commotion
when Jamie let loose a primal scream of rage. She tried her hardest to kick
the hell out of Ken's car, but she wasn't strong enough to dent it. Finally,
she walked up to the cement wall of the hotel and pounded on it for a while.
A small portion of her anger spent, she walked back to where Ken was
standing.
"Okay. I have accepted that this was an accident and that you meant no
harm. I have also accepted that this will easily go down as the most
miserable day of my life, and that I will likely no longer count you among
my friends as of tomorrow."
Jamie opened one of the car's back doors and climbed into the seat. She
pulled her panties and pantyhose partway down, and pulled at her dress so
that her butt didn't stick to the knaugahide seats. "Here's the deal. You
wear two condoms. We get this over with as quickly as possible. You
don't touch ANYTHING you don't have to and get permission for
everything else. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Great. Now that we're clear on the rules, get in here and rock my world."
Ken climbed into the back seat, closing the door behind him. Jamie closed
her eyes when he started to unzip his pants and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
"Ah, Ken... What seems to be the delay here?"
"I... Um, I can't seem to get it up."
"You WHAT!?" Jamie bolted upright, bumped her head on the roof of the
car, and dropped back down to the seat. "I'm sorry. I thought I heard you
say that you couldn't get it up."
"Ah, yeah, that's what I said."
"Ken, that's not acceptable! Now, I'm going to count to ten, and if you're
not standing at attention by the time I get there..."
"Look, Jamie, you're not being a whole lot of help here."
Jamie choked back a laugh. "I'M not being a whole lot of help? The ball is
in your court, buster."
"I know, I know, I know. But the situation isn't exactly romantic, and your
attitude--"
"Okay. Fine." Jamie took a deep breath, muttering that she was going to
hate herself for this, sat up, and kissed Ken. An open- mouthed kiss with
plenty of tongue that seemed to last for ten minutes.
"Nothing."
"NOTHING? Good god, Ken, _I_ felt something from that!"
"Really?"
"NO! It's just a figure of speech!" Well, Jamie hadn't felt much, but
enough to scare the hell out of her. Seven hours plus as a girl and already
she was getting used to it to the point where a man could get her a little
excited. But she sure as hell wasn't going to let Ken know that; she'd never
live it down.
"I, I, I, I just don't think I can do it." Ken was actually crying.
Jamie pulled her panties back up; this wasn't getting anywhere. Maybe it
was time to try a different approach. She pulled the dress off over her head,
and moved closer to Ken. Trying to make her voice sound breathy and
erotic, she put her mouth by his ear. "Do you want to touch them?"
Ken turned around and twitched in shock at seeing Jamie in only her
underwear. "What?"
Jamie folded her arms and leaned forward, pushing her breasts together and
out. "You know you want to. They feel sooooo gooooooood."
Ken slowly reached out and touched one of the orbs, quickly jerking his
hand back. Jamie smiled nervously, hoping it looked like pleasure. "Don't
be afraid."
Tentatively, Ken started to examine his friend's breasts, but still didn't seem
too sure about it, even as Jamie started to lay back in the seat. "You're sure
about this?"
"Oh, yeah!" Ken seemed to be getting into it, but there was no telltale bulge
in his boxers. She reached behind her back to undo the latch of her bra.
"Awwww, is this little thing getting in the way?" Jamie removed the bra and
felt an electric charge when a cool breeze blew across her nipples. The
feeling only intensified when Ken's thumb brushed a nipple. Shaken by the
intensity of the sensation, she pushed him away.
"Huh? You asked me to touch--"
Jamie took a deep breath, shuddering as she let it out. "Yes, um, yeah, I
guess I did. I'm sorry, I guess I just wasn't ready... I didn't know what to
expect." She swallowed, and then was only able to manage a whisper. "It
doesn't feel like jerking off at all."
Ken began to stammer. "L-l-l-look, I just said 'afterward'. It doesn't have
to be right away..."
Jamie inhaled again, unable to ignore the way it caused her breasts to move,
and lied. "No, I'm okay. I want to get it over with."
Jamie slowly reached her left hand behind Ken's head, and pushed it down
between her breasts. This was partially to try and get them going again, but
mostly so he couldn't see her wince as she reached into his pants with her
other hand. Jamie was pretty sure she would feel dirty for the rest of her
life, but it appeared to be getting the job done. A lusty smile was forming on
Ken's face as he licked at Jamie's bare bosoms, and was that movement she
felt in his trousers...?
Of course, it was at that point that the police cruisers pulled into the parking
lot to respond to calls about a woman screaming as if she'd been attacked.
No-one present would ever forget that moment: The film crew from "Cops"
got it all on tape.
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Ken looked up from his book. He thought he'd heard a noise. Evidently
not.
There it was again. It seemed to be coming from his window. Oh! There
was Jamie, hanging from the drainage duct. He waved to her.
Jamie banged her knees against the window as vigorously as she could
without losing her grip on the gutter. She had to be dreaming, with this
being some kind of sick metaphor for her life. In fact, the entire weekend
was some kind of nightmare, and it would be ending real soon. Just in case,
though, she kept banging on the window.
Finally, Ken let her in. "Hey, where've you been? You look like hell."
Jamie lifted a hand in the universal "wait a minute" gesture. She dropped her
backpack on the floor and flopped down onto Ken's bed, sucking air into
her lungs, causing her breasts to heave mightily. "Where have I been?
Well, first there was jail. You remember jail? Prostitutes are such
WONDERFUL company; let me tell you, I am SO never paying for sex
when I get my own body back. My skin is still crawling."
"What, you mean your parents didn't come and bail you out?"
"Of course they didn't. First, calling my parents would have contradicted
the girl-you-met-on-the-internet story. You did pick up on the girl-you-met-
on-the-internet story, right? I mean, I did drop enough hints about us
meeting on the internet while we were in the cruiser."
"Yeah, I got it. I'm not stupid, you know."
Jamie wasn't quite so sure about that, but she let it drop. "Second, what
would my parents' reaction be when the police told them that their daughter
was in jail? Confused probably doesn't begin to cover it. And, of course,
my fictional parents from Duluth were 'out of town', which is why I spent
the night in jail. With, I might repeat, the prostitutes. I don't think the
police really believed the story, because they gave me a very informative
pamphlet about a shelter for runaways when they released me in the
morning; evidently the night's incidents are being chalked up to 'high
spirits', and we aren't being charged with disturbing the peace or lewd and
lascivious conduct."
"And it's a good thing you were able to convince them you were seventeen; a
stat rape charge would have looked really bad on my college applications.
How'd you do that, by the way?"
"I didn't need to convince them I was seventeen; it's hard to bring a charge
when the victim is still a virgin. And I am still a virgin, remember?
"So, I made my way here. I had to walk, of course. When I knocked on the
door, your mother started crying and your father chased me off, saying I
was 'a bad influence' and giving me bus fare to get back to Minnesota,
swearing he'd kill me if he ever saw me again."
"Oh, so that's what the noise yesterday morning was."
Jamie sat up. "Have you always been this oblivious? Don't answer that.
Anyway, I walked over to my house and waited for my mom and dad to
leave for their weekly couples candlepin bowling league game and let myself
in. Evidently they thought I was just out late and sleeping in, because they
didn't look panicked or anything. So I left a note on the table saying that I
was on a weekend bike trip and went upstairs to get some supplies..."
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Jamie was glad to have received the pup tent for Christmas the year before.
Since it looked like getting to Ken was going to be trickier than she thought,
it would at least give her some shelter.
She opened her bureau to retrieve a change of clothes. She felt much too
feminine wearing her prom dress, and it was beginning to smell. For that
matter, so was she. Might as well make use of the shower while she was
there. Jamie ditched her shoes and padded to the bathroom.
Getting undressed seemed to be more trouble than necessary. There were
things that needed to be untied, unhooked, unbuttoned and finally just peeled
off. She had just started to pull her panties off when she caught a look at
herself in the mirror, and paused.
She was gorgeous. Even with her hair a mess along with the grime of a
night in jail and a day spent walking across town in clothes not designed for
travel sticking to her, Jamie couldn't help but be impressed by the perfection
of her form: Slender, perfectly proportioned limbs, a waist that was not so
narrow as to make her look bony but narrow enough to slightly exaggerate
the size of her already generous breasts and behind (both of which were firm
yet soft to the touch) and a pretty, dimpled, innocent face were sculpted
from perfectly smooth skin whose light, even tan was only broken up
slightly darker aureoles. In that stunned instant, Jamie saw the perfect image
of a girl next door who, while no-one was looking, had developed a fantastic
rack. She was sweet and virginal and had a look of pleasantly surprised
innocence which said that the first characteristic would remain even after the
boy next door had dispensed with the second.
Staring at her seminude form in the mirror, Jamie couldn't help but feel
somewhat proud of what she saw. It wasn't the pride that comes from
accomplishing a goal after a period of hard work; rather, it was the pride of a
collector in possession of something valuable and rare, even if they had only
acquired it by accident. Jamie knew the feeling, even if she didn't have the
experience to differentiate it from real, hard-earned pride. It was the same
feeling Jamie had felt when he had received an early issue of Fantastic Four
as a birthday present from an uncle. It hadn't mattered that Lee and Kirby
were the ones with the right to feel proud of the magazine; it was his, and
that was all that mattered.
Right now, though, this exquisite body was not quite in mint condition, and
needed some tending to. Jamie shucked her panties and climbed into the
shower.
The house Jamie's family lived in had its quirks, and one of them was the
shower. It was functional enough, but didn't quite drain as fast as it
sprayed, and by the time Jamie had put what was probably an excessive
amount of shampoo into her long hair, the water was about three-quarters of
an inch deep, just enough to cover her toes. The pipes also made enough
noise that Jamie was barely able to hear his parents' car return to the
driveway.
Panicking, Jamie turned off the water, but that wasn't enough -- the drain
made a gurgling sound as it did its job, and for some reason, the stopper was
sitting on the sink across the room. She tried using her hands to plug the
drain, but her fingers were too slender and didn't do the job. Unable to
think of anything else, Jamie sat on the drainhole. There was a slight
sensation akin to that produced by holding an activated vacuum cleaner to
one's skin, but the noise stopped.
Jamie hoped she would never have to explain the hickey that was being
produced.
Her solution came just in time, as she heard the door to the house open. It
was tough to hear any detailed conversation, but Jamie could pick up the gist
that her dad had forgotten his wallet and both could have sworn that they
locked the door behind them.
Jamie let out a sigh of relief, feeling she'd dodged a bullet. Then the
footsteps started heading for the bathroom, and Jamie realized that she hadn't
counted on her mother's amazingly small bladder. But that was okay; her
mother wouldn't see her unless she opened the shower curtain.
Or spotted the clothes on the floor.
With only seconds to work with, Jamie peeled back the shower curtain and
lunged for the dress, panties, pantyhose and brassiere. She couldn't lunge
too hard, lest the noise give her presence away, but still managed to grab
everything. Having no place else to put the clothes, Jamie just dropped them
on the floor of the bathtub between her legs, closed the shower curtain, and
prayed.
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"Wow. And your mom didn't catch you?"
"No, that's the first thing that's gone close to right this weekend -- she did
her business, didn't look in that direction, and left. The dress was ruined,
though, and the underwear took forever to get dry."
"Couldn't you have just borrowed some of your mom's?"
Jamie mumbled something under her breath.
"What did you say?"
Jamie was bright red. "It was too small."
Ken laughed for about two seconds before realizing that that it really pissed
Jamie off. "Sorry, dude, but it's just kind of funny, you suddenly having
bigger boobs than your mom, you know."
"For what it's worth, my mother is a very petite woman."
"Oh, no doubt, but still, two days ago, you didn't have any hooters at--"
From the look on Jamie's face, that was still evidently a sore spot. "So,
why'd you stop by?"
"Well, you know, I was in the neighborhood. I thought I'd do a spot of
climbing... stop by and see how you were doing... GET MY LIFE
BACK..."
"Hey, would you keep it down? My parents might hear us!"
"Look at me, Ken. Do you think I consider that a real concern? Ken?
KEN!"
Ken felt that the last bit of shouting was unnecessary; he'd only done what
Jamie asked and looked at her. Looked at the long, tanned legs left bare by
well-filled shorts... Shorts that were filled almost as well as Jamie's T-shirt,
which hung down from her breasts like a tablecloth, tantalizingly exposing
her midriff... The nipples which made an impression on the shirt even
through the bra, since Jamie had just been sweating...
"KEN!!!"
"Right, right! Sorry, I, um, got distracted."
"You're a pig, Ken. But let's put that to use." Jamie started to free up the
T-shirt, which was at least tucked into the back of her shorts, when Ken
grabbed her arms, stopping her.
"Look, I'll help you out, but remember, my parents are home. If they hear
something... Well, I don't know what will happen."
Jamie thought for a second. "One of two things. Either I don't change back
in time, and your dad kills me, or I do change back and your parents connect
the noise with not hearing me come in..." She screwed her face up in
disgust. "Okay, we'll be discreet. We'll meet up at the bike trail in after
your parents go to bed."
"Okay. Sounds like a plan."
Jamie re-opened the window, and was halfway out before she turned back to
Ken and smiled for the first time in days. "It's almost over. Thank god."
And fell out of the window.
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"Hey."
"Hi."
Ken wasn't sure how to proceed. "Um, those are nice shoes."
Jamie looked down at her feet; it was easier than meeting her friend's eyes.
"Yeah, I bought 'em at the mall with some of the money your father gave me
to get out of town. None of mine would fit any more and I couldn't stand
another minute in those heels..."
"Yeah, I can see how that might be a problem."
A pause.
Ken was the one to break the silence. "So, we're out here in the middle of
nowhere and both looking pretty good. No-one to hear us. We know what
we've got to do."
"Right."
Ken and Jamie unbuckled their belts in unison, and had gotten their zippers
halfway down when Ken threw his hands up and started backing up in a
hurry.
"I can't! Look, don't take this the wrong way -- I want to get you back to
normal, but--"
"But what? You're afraid you might go back to normal too?"
"No!"
"Come on! I saw the way everyone was looking at you Friday night; you
were enjoying it!"
"No! I mean, yeah, I was enjoying it, but that's not it! Look, it's kind of
embarrassing, but... See, I look at you, and I start to get a raging hard-on,
'cause you're just incredibly hot, but then I realize that I'm looking at YOU,
and, well, I just can't pull the trigger!"
"Don't give me any crap about not being able to pull the trigger; at least
you've still got a gun!" Jamie got right in Ken's face to yell at him. "You
think you've got the franchise on weird? It doesn't get stranger than this,
but I can do what I have to!" Jamie grabbed Ken's forearm and roughly
shoved his hand into her panties.
Almost immediately she staggered back and fell to her knees. She bent
forward and only had to vomit a little before straightening back up, though
she remained sitting.
"Oh, yeah, you're in control."
"Shut up. I've got to think."
Thinking didn't do much good. Five minutes later, Jamie was pounding the
ground. "Damn it! I can't go to school like this tomorrow and my parents
must be calling the police by now, I can't change back unless we have sex,
but the very thought make me sick and I make you impotent, anyway! I am
so fucked!"
"Actually, isn't the problem that you're not--"
"Shut up."
Another five minutes passed, and then Ken had an idea. "I've got it! The
coin can't change you back until we've had sex, but what if we went back to
the shop and got something else?"
"Tried it when I bought the shoes. The old guy wouldn't sell anything; he
said that different magic can interact like different drugs, only it can affect the
entire general area, with general area potentially measured in states. I don't
think he wants to be liable."
"Hey, he doesn't have to know."
"Ken. Buddy. Look at me. Do you want to be caught stealing from him?"
"You make a good point. Okay, we can't use magic. Is there some kind of
scientific solution?"
"No, I was in the library until closing last night researching it. Surgery and
a lot of medication might be able to make me look like I'm back to normal,
eventually, but it's expensive, would take forever, and is really only an
imitation anyway."
"Whoa. So we can't use either."
A smile leapt onto Jamie's face; she snapped her fingers and let out a whoop.
"I think this qualifies as a eureka!" Ken looked confused, so Jamie
continued. "Look, we can't use science or magic, so what if we use
something that's neither?"
"Like what?"
"Remember when I did that research paper on meditation and hypnosis last
year? Science doesn't give altered states a whole lot of credence, but there's
nothing supernatural about them!"
"Right! You made Roger Trent cluck like a chicken during your
presentation!"
"Yeah, and I used autohypnosis to conquer my fear of heights! Hell, I was
the guy hanging the lights for drama this year!"
"Do you think it'll work for this?"
"It's worth a shot. I'll go first." Jamie dug into her purse (much as it pained
her to admit it, the thing was kind of convenient) and pulled out a few
dollars. "Look, this may take a while. Why don't you go down to the 7-11
by the tracks and get us some snacks or something? I didn't have much for
supper."
"Uh, sure. You can do this yourself?"
Jamie nodded. "It's actually easier without any distractions."
Ken shrugged, pocketed the money and walked over to his bike. When he
looked back, Jamie was already sitting cross-legged, staring blankly into
space and whispering to herself.
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Ken had returned and had been watching Jamie for almost an hour when her
reverie broke. She looked around as if confused and shook her head as if to
clear some cobwebs out.
"So... Are you okay?"
Jamie grinned wolfishly. "I don't know. Let's check." Without warning
she pounced on Ken, surprising him enough to knock him on his back. She
straddled her friend and gave him a passionate kiss, ending it slowly, not
releasing Ken's lower lip from her gentle bite until the last second. "What
do you think?"
"W-w-w-well, you did do that before."
"True. But how about this?" She took Ken's beefy hand and pushed it
down the neck of her T-shirt. "I left the bra off because it would just get in
the way." She delicately maneuvered Ken's limp fingers so that his hand
was cupping her breast and shivered. "You've got no idea how good that
feels."
Ken jerked his hand out and pushed himself back, knocking Jamie onto her
behind. "My god... You've turned into some sort of sex-starved
nimbus...number...what's the word?"
"Nymphomaniac?" Jamie smiled, and backed off. "No, I don't crave sex
any more than I did when I was a guy and I won't sleep with just anyone. I
just shed some of my shame and convinced myself that sex was a natural
thing. I mean, come on!" She spread her arms, which lifted her shirt to
expose her midriff. "That's what this body was made for!"
Ken looked more terrified than ever. "So what's the deal? You don't want
to change back?"
"Of course I still want to change back! I mean, it's nice to visit, but I
wouldn't want to live here. Besides, what would I tell my folks? It's just a
matter of enjoying the trip back, is all. But come one, we've got to get
started on you."
If Jamie's explanation had relieved some of Ken's tension, her last sentence
brought it back. "What do I have to do?"
"First, you've got to relax. Here, sit up, spread your legs out straight so that
the blood can flow and drop your arms to your side. Is that comfortable?"
Getting a response in the affirmative, Jamie continued her instructions.
"Now, it's a clear night, so I want you to look up at the stars. Can you find
the North Star?"
"Yeah, it's right there--"
"Don't point, just leave your arms by your side. Now, I want you to quietly
count the stars, starting with the North Star and proceeding outward in an
ever-widening circle. Don't worry if you lose count or miss any; there's
enough stars that it's okay if you're off by a few. You can start now. With
each star you count, you will become more passive. The world around you
will become less important; all that will matter is the stars above and the
sound of my voice."
Ken felt like a fool, but he started counting. By the time he reached the
sixties, his voice had become a steady monotone which would just trail off,
rather than coming to a full stop. Jamie softly walked toward him and began
to speak. "Ken, when you reach seventy-five stars you will stop counting
and concentrate on my voice until I tell you that you may continue counting
again. Do you understand?"
"Seventy-four... Seventy-five... Seventy-five. Yes, I understand."
"Good. You are starting to think that it's silly to be unable to make love to
me. After all, I am a very attractive girl who wants to make love to you."
"N-no. Not a girl. A guy. You're my friend, not my girlfriend."
Jamie frowned, her first try not meeting with success. Neither did her
second, or third, or twelfth. No matter how Jamie tried to convince Ken that
having sex with her was okay, he still couldn't get around that block. It was
getting late, or early, and Jamie was almost ready to give up when he
thought of a different approach.
"Ken, open your eyes. Can you see me?"
"Yes."
"Look at me and remember how your friend Jamie looked a week ago.
Picture us side by side."
"But you are Jamie..."
Jamie clucked maternally. "How can that be. Look at my hair. What color
is my hair?"
"It's sort of a light blond..."
"And is it long or is it short?"
"It's long..."
"Very good. And what about Jamie's hair?"
"It's brown, and cut short..."
"Very good..." Jamie went on like that, comparing every aspect of her
current physical appearance to what it had been like a week ago. Then she
compared voices, with Ken agreeing they were different.
"And finally, Ken, before three days ago, did Jamie ever say he wanted to
make love to you?"
"No... Jamie is a straight guy, and wouldn't want to make love to me."
"But I do, Ken. I do because I am a girl and think you're the sexiest man
I've ever met." That much was true; the coin had improved Ken's natural
good looks to the point where few others were in the same category.
"Would Jamie say that to you?"
"Only if he were joking..."
"Of course not. So I cannot be Jamie, can I?"
"You're not Jamie..."
"Very good." Jamie suspected she was in way over her head, but it seemed
to be working. "I'm not Jamie. You haven't seen Jamie since Friday. You
and he went your separate ways when you and I met. My name is Jessica
Freeman. I have to go home soon, but before I do, you and I are going to
make love so that we never forget each other. Now what is my name?"
"Jessica..."
"When did we meet?"
"Friday..."
Jamie thought she heard a noise in the bushes, but it must have been a
squirrel or something. It didn't break her concentration, and was somewhat
hidden by the sound of an approaching train. "Very good. In a few
moments, I am going to kiss you, and you will come out of your trance
remembering only what I have told you. You will remember only that until a
gold coin is placed in your hand and someone says to you, 'let's make a
wish.' Do you understand me, Ken?"
"Yes..."
Jamie crossed her fingers, leaned down and kissed Ken on the lips.
Ken shook his head, confused, until he saw Jessica's face before him. He
stood, wrapping his arms around her body and kissed her passionately. "Do
you really have to go?"
"Yes, my time is short." Jamie couldn't believe he had actually said "my
time is short." But his first drafts were less than inspired in English class,
too. "I can't stay long, so we shouldn't waste any time."
Looking down at Jessica's body -- she was still incredibly sexy despite the
ill-fitting clothes she was wearing -- Ken had to agree. He was unbuckling
his belt when a shape in the shadows moved.
Without making a sound, the man grabbed Jamie's purse and made a swipe
at Ken's handlebars. Before Ken or Jamie could react, he had gotten the
bike upright and headed into the bike path.
Jamie shrieked. The coin was in her purse, and without the coin, sex with
Ken would just be a good time. She shoved the shocked Ken aside and
jumped on her own bike, letting out a long stream of obscenities fly as she
pursued the thief.
She made up some distance quickly; the thief wasn't a good fit for Ken's
bike and didn't know the trail nearly as well as Jamie. Still, the man's
longer legs gave him something of an edge.
Ken followed, running as fast as he could, but was slowly falling behind.
Jamie just caught up with the other man as their bikes burst out of the bike
trail and onto the empty road. She actually jumped off her bike, knocking
the man off of Ken's cycle, and bringing them both to the ground. The thief
recovered first, and started to run. Jamie stayed on her heels for a quarter of
a mile. She set her jaw, half- smiling because she knew what the other guy
was running toward.
Despite the obvious noise, the thief was shocked when he came upon the
freight train crossing the street. He wasn't a professional snatch-and-run
man by any means, but looking at Jamie approach with murder in her eyes,
he could see the value of cutting his losses. He angled away from the girl,
throwing the handbag in the air and running -- straight into Ken's fist.
Jamie didn't see that, though -- her eyes widened in terror when she saw her
purse land inside an empty container car with an open door. Adrenaline
pumping, Jamie could think of only one thing -- she had to get that purse
back. She ran toward the train and then ran along with it, grabbing one of
the ladders mounted to a car's side as she went by.
Lifted off the ground, she looked over her shoulder and saw a very confused
Ken falling back into the distance, and wondered if jumping onto a moving
train was really a good idea. But now that she was on, she certainly wasn't
jumping off. Like something out of a movie, she clutched the side of the
train and sidestepped until she reached the car her purse had landed in. She
grabbed the purse and checked inside. There was probably just enough
money in there to get a ticket back home from the next stop -- Ken wasn't
going anywhere. Most importantly, the coin was still there. She kissed it
and slipped it into her pocket.
It was already three in the morning, she hadn't slept more than an hour at a
time since Friday, and the endorphins from the chase were rapidly leaving
her bloodstream. Curled up in a corner, she fell asleep and slept straight
through the next stop.
And the one after that.
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Seven years, three months, and twelve days later.
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The life of a major league baseball player definitely had its perks.
Ken knew he wasn't a real major leaguer; just a September call-up. Still, he
wore the uniform, the salary bump to the league minimum was considerable,
the hotels were better, and flying into town sure beat taking the bus. And if
he did well, he might make the team out of spring training next year.
It had taken hard work to get to this level, even after going through the
mother of all growth spurts in high school. He'd been drafted in the forty-
sixth round out of high school, but signed anyway. A lot of his friends
washed out during rookie ball; others went back to college rather than
become a career minor leaguer. But he had pressed on, and after five and a
half years in the minors, had finally made the show. That man in the mirror
was a major league outfielder, who'd just made his major league debut in
Yankee Stadium.
He walked out of the bedroom and looked at the redhead just now stirring in
his bed. Yes, even the women who threw themselves at you in the bars after
the game were better in the big leagues.
She smiled and motioned for him to come back over. What the hell; he could
shower again. Ken sauntered over toward the bed, dropping his robe and
starting to undo his towel. The girl wagged her finger no, not yet, and
reached into her handbag for another condom.
Only it wasn't a condom she pulled out, but a gold coin, which she placed in
his hand. Ken smiled. "After last night, I should be paying you."
She smiled back. "Let's make a wish."
Ken staggered as the full memories of three important days of his junior year
came rushing back. "J-Jessica? You're the same Jessica? And Jamie too?"
He sat on the bed, stunned. "Oh, wow."
"Kind of a rush, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Whoa. What happened to you, anyway? The last thing I remember,
you jumped on a train after your purse got snatched. I guess the coin must
have been in there, but why didn't you come back?"
"I didn't wake up until someone found me when the train hit the docks here
in New York. All the money had been taken out of the purse. I couldn't
even afford to make a phone call, and even when the harbormaster offered,
who could I call? My parents? Wouldn't recognize me. You? What could
you do? I got about ten miles hitchhiking before someone tried to attack me,
so I didn't try that again. No, I stayed a few nights at a runaway shelter, got
a job that paid me dirt under the table, crashed with a co-worker until I could
afford to pay rent and get a better job."
"So what are you doing now? You must be a model!"
"Ha! I figured I'd try it, and went to a few auditions. I had the look, all
right, but at first there was just nothing feminine about me aside from my
body. I didn't have 'it.' Even after I started acclimating, though, I just
couldn't do it. Trying to pose and smile on cue and just all around being
treated like a prop drove me nuts. No, I wound up being a waitress at the
Ground Round. If I'm lucky, I might get promoted to assistant manager
next month."
"Wow, that sucks. You're so smart; why didn't you go to college?"
"Ever try to apply to college with a G.E.D. and a waitress's salary? You
don't get very far."
She grabbed the coin out of Ken's hand. "Now, all that's going to
change..."
Ken started to fidget. "Um, Jamie?"
"I'll be able to get my own life back..."
"Are you sure about this? It's just that..."
"Don't worry! I know I was mad at you at first, but it's not your fault; it
was an accident. I'll be very specific, so that I don't screw up your life."
"Well, that's awful nice of you, and I'm glad you feel that way, really, I am.
It's just I noticed last night that you're not a virgin. Of course, I'm not
either..."
Jamie froze, and smiled a little too much. Ken had seen that smile once
before, and remembered that Jamie hadn't smiled for long.
"No, I've had a few boyfriends. Nothing serious, and not always physical.
But why, Kenny dear, is that important?"
"Well, it's just my wish -- my exact wish, that is -- and I didn't mention it
before because it wasn't really important at the time, since neither of us had
had sex before -- was that we'd have tickets to the prom and sexy dates who
would go all the way after for the first time.
"You're mad, aren't you?"
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