Brad decided to play along...he'd kick Kyle's ass for this later.
"Fine, transform." He chuckled.
"You really shouldn't have said that, Bradley. You're a strong man, Brad. You like to use
that strength to get anything you want. Like force yourself on a girl. I don't like that, so
I'm taking away your power. Bradley Preston, I'm going to make you transform into the
thing you like so much...a pretty, powerless girl. Ciao!"
The line went dead. Something about that little girl's voice...it was familiar...and
frightening.
And then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Cold sweat covered his body and he
doubled over, falling onto his bed. "Oh God...what...what's happening to me?"
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Jenny giggled as she set down the phone. "I bet that's going to hurt. It's going to be a few
hours before we see him...why don't you get us something to eat? I'm starved after
waiting outside all day."
Kyle shivered. "I'm going to be honest. You scare the hell out of me, Jen."
She smiled at him cutely. "Good."
He hurried upstairs to raid the fridge.
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Brad came to some time later. He felt better...he was breathing easier. "Oh man.." He
groaned. Then stopped.
That wasn't his voice. It sounded softer, feminine...
"What the fuck?"
Same voice. He sat up quickly, and regretted it. There was a sharp pain in his head, and
his vision blurred. When he could see again, he found himself looking at his hand.
It wasn't his hand. The skin was fair, smooth...it was small, delicate. The nails were short,
but still longer than his own....it was a girl's hand. He looked to his other hand, which
was barely poking out of his sleeve. His clothes felt loose, he was practically swimming in
the shirt.
"Oh no...God no..."
He turned to face his mirror. Looking back at him was a petite, pretty girl. She looked
young...maybe 15 or so. She had the same color eyes, and the same general features...but
much more delicate and feminine. His brown hair was longer, falling to his....her
shoulders. He looked positively tiny in his clothes. He fumbled with the buttons of his
shirt, and pulled it open, revealing a pair of small, yet perfect breasts.
In shock, he touched one of his breasts. The nipple hardened at his touch, and he felt a
strange sense of pleasure run through his body. He shivered.
"I'm a fucking girl?! No...no, I can't be...."
And then he remembered. KYLE!
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Kyle's parents had come home, and went to bed early after dinner. When Kyle came
downstairs, he found Jenny playing Soulcalibur II on his old X-Box. She'd chosen Talim,
and it was obvious that Jenny was very very good.
"I didn't think you liked video games."
Without even looking away from the screen, Jenny answered. "Jennifer doesn't. Personally,
I've been dying to play. I think I'm pretty good."
"You are. Mind if I join you?"
"Nope, not at all." She smiled at him.
They'd been playing for about an hour when the doorbell rang. Kyle was glad, his hands
were tired. Jenny was better than he was, and it was getting harder to beat her.
Jenny turned off the game and reached for the gun. "Ok, answer quick before your folks
wake up. I got your six."
Kyle nodded and went upstairs to answer the door.
A pretty girl wearing guy's clothing stood there, her eyes wild. She was a small girl,
perhaps 14 or 15, and definitely under 5' tall. Normally, he'd find the sight appealing, but
he knew who it was.
"Hey there Brad, how's it going?"
The girl pulled a knife. "Change me back or I'll kill you!" It was obvious she'd been crying.
And then Jenny was there, pointing her gun at Brad. "Be quiet, Brad. We're going
downstairs now. Give Kyle the knife. I -will- shoot you, but I'd rather not wake up Kyle's
folks. Do you understand?" She cocked the hammer back, a lot more easily than Kyle
would have thought possible for her.
Brad paled and meekly went along with them, giving Kyle the kitchen knife.
Downstairs, Jenny motioned for Brad to sit on the couch. The girl was barefoot, and her
pants were barely staying on, even with the belt cinched as tight as it could go. She
reached to hold them up.
"No. Take them off."
Brad looked aghast at Jenny.
"You heard me. You can keep the shirt, but take off your pants."
Blushing furiously, Brad let his pants slide off his slender hips. His boxers followed suit,
pooling around his (rather shapely) legs, revealing a soft downy patch of sparse pubic hair.
Jenny whistled. "Nice legs, Brad. But what's this? You barely have anything between your
legs...you're practically a little girl down there. Now sit."
Brad sat, instinctively pulling his legs up to his chest and hugging them, looking very small
and young in the too-large shirt.
"You look good, Brad."
"Transform or Dare!" The girl blurted out.
Jenny shook her head. "Sorry Brad, doesn't work that way. No tagbacks. You want to
curse someone, you got to curse Kyle. Go ahead, but if I don't like what I hear, I'll kill
you."
"You're not Kyle's sister...who are you?"
Jenny laughed, and it was a cold, mirthless thing. "About time you figured that out...I
guess being a girl has made you smarter." She trained the gun on Brad.
"I'm the girl you raped, you son of a bitch."
"I didn't rape anyone!"
"Well of course I didn't say no...what, and have THE Brad Preston tell everyone lies about
me? It would ruin me socially...so of course I let you."
"....Jennifer?"
"Mhm. Well, I -was- Jennifer. But call me Jenny now. I know, you're going to say she liked
it. Well, what can I say, Jennifer is a dumb slut. But I didn't want to have sex with you, so I
call it rape. See how that works?"
"...but how...you're a kid?"
Jenny rolled her eyes. "Looks can be deceiving. Come on, jerk, you got tits. Figure it out.
Kyle changed me into a girl. I couldn't change myself back, so you have to give him the
power."
"...why didn't you ask me for help?"
"Because I don't like you anymore. In fact, we're through." Jenny threw something at the
other girl, apparently quite hard, because she whimpered. It fell on the floor, and Kyle
recognized it as Brad's class ring.
"Now...go on, curse Kyle." She trained the gun on Brad.
"You'll shoot me no matter what I say."
"Try me."
Brad looked at Kyle. "Transform or Dare."