Mike sat down, facing Damia, who was holding her open cellphone like a weapon.
"I..surrender?"
Damia blinked. "Not funny! Who the hell are you, and why do you look like me?! I'm pretty sure I don't have a twin sister."
"Ah...well no, you don't. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you.."
Damia came closer. "Fuck you look cute as hell in that shirt...is that one of Mi...I mean, Mr. C's shirts?"
Huh? That was odd...Damia never used his real name.
He decided to keep Damia off-balance. "You like it? I think it makes me look like I'm ten." Mike began to unbutton the shirt.
Glancing up, he noticed Damia was staring at him very strangely. Almost...hungrily. He parted the shirt, revealing small breasts, the nipples made firm by the cool air. He leaned forward.
"Uh...hey stop that!"
"What's the matter? Getting turned on?"
"Well..yeah...but...you still haven't explained who you are!"
"Maybe this is a dream...ever dream of having sex with yourself?" Mike couldn't believe what he was saying, but it was having an effect.
"Only like...all the time...but you're not me. You look right, but the body language is all wrong."
Mike sighed. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I don't suppose you believe in magic?"
"Well sure, my mom's side of the family are gypsies from way back. Gram always said I had a touch of the sight..."
"Well, this guitar here, is magical. If you'd let me play, I can prove it."
"That'd prove one thing at least, I can't play for shit."
With a grin, he turned on the amp. "Make a wish."
"Are you for real? Oh fuck...um...ha! Make Tyler into a cute lesbian girl."
Mike frowned. "What?"
"Well...I mean, I like boys, and I like him...a lot...but I like girls better...and if I told him I wanted some girl on girl action, I don't know how he'd take it. I mean, most guys would be like, hellz yeah, but he's...different."
"But if he was a girl, you could have it your way?" Mike really knew he shouldn't do this...
"Yeah. So yeah. Make him a girl, and I'll believe whatever you say."
What to do?