"Say Haley... are you still single?"
Haley blushed. "Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, there aren't exactly a whole lot of girls at our school who like other girls. And even if
there was another lesbian, she'd probably be some annoying, preppy blonde cheerleader type."
"What if I could change that? You wouldn't have to be alone anymore."
"I know what you're thinking, and no, I don't want you to use the ring to make me straight. For all the problems it's caused, my
orientation is a critical part of me. If I changed that, I'd be essentially admitting defeat and giving up on finding the perfect girl for me. It's
like if you went to prison, and your choices were to remain celibate until you got out, or have sex with another man. I know that
somewhere out there, there's a beautiful girl waiting to meet me, who feels the same way I do, and someday I'll meet her. Maybe not for
a long time, but I've got to believe she's out there." By now there were tears in her eyes, little rivulets of mascara sliding down her face.
Her detached, snarky demeanor from earlier was gone. I held her against my shoulder and let her cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm not usually this emotional," she sniffled. "It's just that I'm tired of waiting. I feel like I'm powerless to change anything, and
I just have to wait for the things I want to happen. I'm tired of watching the preppy bitches waltz into school every day hand in hand with
their arm-candy boyfriends. You're a really good friend. You deserve to have someone. I'm just sorry it can't be me."
"Maybe it can be you. You were right earlier, you shouldn't have to change to fit in. So, maybe I can change for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I turned myself into a girl, would you be my girlfriend?"
Haley looked puzzled. "You would do that for me? Give up your manhood? I thought that was a guy's greatest fear, losing his man-
parts."
"Well, I'm not really getting much use out of them. None of the girls I know would even bother talking to me, much less have sex. So if
growing boobs is the price of dating a cute girl like you, I'm cool with it."
"If you're really sure you want this, I say go for it. Just make sure to specify that you're a lesbian, I don't want you running off with some
boy," she teased.
I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. Did I really want to do this? To jump the gender barrier? Switch teams? I looked at
Haley, staring expectantly. I didn't want to let her down. It was now or never.
"I wish that I was a sexy, lesbian girl." Immediately, I felt the effects of the ring. It felt like a bunch of invisible hands were kneading my
body like a lump of bread dough, squeezing and pulling me in every direction at once. One grabbed my testicles and yanked them up
inside me. At the same time, a second grabbed my penis at the tip and slowly pulled it inwards on itself, inverting it; it felt strangely
arousing, like an erection in reverse. Another seemed to grab my nipples and pull them outwards, causing mounds of flesh to blossom
out from under them in twin hemispheres. A pair fondled my butt cheeks, gently squeezing them as they ballooned outwards. One
rubbed my throat in sensual circles, making my adam's apple vanish. A strong pair pushed down on my shoulders, making me shrink in
height until I was eye to eye with Haley. A whole bunch tugged on my hair, pulling it longer, past my shoulders. All of these and more
happened at once. It was really weird and a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. After about 15 seconds, the last of the pulling faded. I
collapsed to my knees, exhausted, panting for breath. I felt like I had just run a marathon.
"Joey! Are you okay?" asked Haley, concerned.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine, just a bit winded," I said, surprised at the feminine tone of my new voice. Bracing myself against her bedroom
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