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A Little Unexpected - Girlfriend

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*knock knock knock*
I lift my head from my pillow; I wonder who that could be? It could be Mike, but he usually calls or texts me if he's coming around. Then again, who else could it be? Walking downstairs, I open the front door to find a very impatient Mike standing there, a sense of urgency in his step. The moment the door opens, he begins talking.

"Hey Mike, I need to ask you for a favour."
"Okaaaay" despite some hesitance, I stand aside, allowing Mike in. Heading straight upstairs, he remains silent until both of us are in my bedroom. He seems agitated over something, though before I can ask, he begins talking.
"Tom, I need your help"
"You've already said that. What can I do for you?"
"Right. I'm going to cut straight to the chase. I need you to be my girlfriend for the day"
I stare at him as if he just said gibberish, "W… what?"
"Only for the day, I swear! And I'll do anything you want me to tomorrow"
"Why?"
"I was hanging out with some guys I know from outside school, and I might have bragged about having this hot girlfriend" he looks at me sheepishly. Sensing my uncertainty, he quickly adds in "Please, I'd do it for you! I'll do anything!"
"… Anything?" I ask, a plan forming in my head.
"Anything! And what else were you going to do today anyway?"
He had a point; I had nothing important to do today at all. But still, be a girl for a whole day? That's not something to be decided as simply as that. However, the idea of getting revenge on Mike sounds like a fair deal; I still haven't forgiven him for turning me into a little girl the other day, despite him having come around several times since then. Deciding, I look at Mike, who is nervously biting his lip, "Ok Michael, you have yourself a deal" I raise my hand, as does he, and together we shake on it.

"Brilliant" he shouts, before grabbing the rock from my desk. I in turn walk into the bathroom, and watch as the first changes become visible. My skin darkens a shade or two, taking me from my natural pale colour to a healthy tan. As this is happening, I gain a couple of inches in height, while my body loses what it had of fat, other than around my steadily growing breasts. My hips flare slightly, sticking out further than my now-thin waist. While my 'proportions' are no competition for Sasha's, my B-cup breasts and skinny waist promise good looks once puberty has hit. Taking my reflection in, I can't help but notice how dainty my arms are, and how tall and thin I am, like Mike in fact. The transformation travels up my neck, jaw and cheekbone receding slightly, while my lips push into a pout, nose shrinks and irises lighten to hazelnut, specks of bronze dotted in them. My brunette hair grows down to my shoulders as a slight waviness spreads across it.

Staring at my reflection, I can see why Mike would want something like this; it's neither too little nor too much, I think as the transformation changes its focus to my clothes. First to go is my blue, baggy t-shirt, which bleaches to white and tightens 'til snug, the collar pulling down into a V-neck. Next up are the pair of jeans which stay pretty much the same, other than becoming form-fitting as well. As a sliver bracelet forms around my wrist, a pair of converse fades into existence over my socks, completing the transformation.

Turning to Mike, I ask "Finished?", a beautiful flowing voice replacing mine.
"Not quite" he replies, puzzling me, "You see, you'll need to be convincing, and…"
"Awh, what?! We never agreed on brainwashing!"
"Well actually, we sorta did. You agreed to 'become' my girlfriend for the day"
Grumbling a bit, I mutter, "Fine. Have it your way. Just don't overdo it, ok?"

Mike just smiles in return. Staring at him, I slowly begin to notice certain things about him, how his jawline curves around, cupping his face. How his brown eyes have a little bit if green in them. Those eyes, those… beautiful eyes. Wait… what? What did I just say? I turn, blinking away the image of Mike from my mind. Looking back at him, I feel my heartstrings playing. Ok, this is what I meant by too far. I open my mouth to protest, but a sudden sensation engulfs my brain, stopping me dead. It doesn't hurt, instead acting more like a fog, making it hard to think straight. I catch brief glimpses of images, memories. My memories… but with differences. For a start, me, Tom Froud, is nowhere to be found. Instead, some teen called Emily Jones is in that spot. Wait, that's what I look like right now! New memories slot into my mind, images of Emily and Mike making out, relaxing together, the lot. This is wrong, a small part of my mind tries to I tell me, Mike's gone too far. Unfortunately, my voice is lost in the fog, and eventually, that voice is silent too.

Opening my eyes, I turn to Mike, who stands there, uncertainty in his eyes as he stares back at me.
"Is that you?" he asks tentatively
"Yes sir, girlfriend/guinea pig, Emily, at your service" I reply sarcastically
"Oh, thank god that worked" he sighs in relief
"What worked? Nothing happened, sweetie"
"Uh, Never mind"
Walking up to him, I give him a peck on the lips, "Shall we go then, we have some friends of yours to meet"
"Are you sure?" Mike replies, "We could just stay here…"
I smile, knowing exactly what he means. While I like the idea, I wouldn't want anything otherwise, I know his friends would be mad if left cut out like that. "What about you friends?"
"What about them?" he kisses me again, "They can wait"
I smile again, "That's harsh", yet make no move to object.
Mike grins at me, closing the gap between us.
"Nope" I playfully move backwards, maintaining the gap, "I won't let you become that sort of person" I speak in an authoritative voice, "Now come on, let's go"
With a sigh, he complies, allowing me to lead him out. Locking the front door, I pocket the keys, then take Mike's hand in mine. Together, with Mike leading, we begin the journey to his friend's house.


Retrieving my keys from my pocket, I open the front do and walk in, Mike following behind. His friends had seemed nice enough, though one of them spent the entire time staring at my breasts. Pervert. Entering my bedroom, I wonder for a moment why it seems so… boy-like. I shrug the thought off though as Mike walks in, rapping his hands around my waist.

Together we walk over to the bed, sitting side-by-side as I rest my head on his shoulder. In the corner of my vision, I see him, slowly and with reluctance, reach over and place a finger on the granite sphere sitting on my desk. Suddenly a wave of tiredness overcomes me, eyes feeling heavy as I yawn.
"Hey babe, I'm feeling really tired, you mind if I have a nap?"
"Nope, not at all. See you in a bit" he replies, following through with a quick kiss, though something in his voice suggests he doesn't believe what he said. However before I can question him on it, sleep gets the better of me, and I fall into unconsciousness.
While I sleep, Mike undoes the mind alterations, though leaves me physically unchanged, from fear of waking me in the process. Apparently he does not want to wake me right now. Waking a few hours later, I fume for a long time before any thought other than using the sphere to turn him all manner of things enters my mind. Unfortunately, unless Mike is alone, most of the ideas in my mind would reveal to the public the existence of magic. Not good, even through my anger I can see that. Instead, I play dirty, replacing some of his 'plumbing'; let's see how he likes to pee sitting down.

On another note, I got to test the range of this granite sphere…
A little side entry for my 'A Little Unexpected' series. It doesn't hold any important revelations in the story, just a bit of fun really...

Anyways, hope you enjoy it :) Please leave comments and criticism.

Plot: Tom has never been one of the popular kids. In fact, he is usually the one who gets bullied by the popular kids. However, when presented with 6 weeks of holiday and a strange spherical stone with unknown limits to its powers, will he be able to control his desires? And who is this mysterious person in the letter? Only time will tell...
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I there a fourth part?