SRU: To What Degree Do You Care?

By: Emily K. Bryant
emily2b1@hotmail.com

Copyright 1999

Any similarity in names or places mentioned in this story to actual real
people or places is purely coincidence. This is a work of fiction. That's my
story, and I'm stickin' to it. This story may be archived, with the authors
prior permission, on free, no charge sites. You may contact me at the above
internet address with any questions or concerns about this story. I've tried
to keep this first story clear of things that may make it indecent, but to be
on the safe side . . . Any persons under legal age need to seek permission
from their parent or guardian to continue as this story contains material of
an adult nature. The story line deals with sexual subjects and should only be
read by people with an open mind. If you are unsure or have doubts about what
your feelings may be, please stop and move on to something else less
challenging.

Chapter 1 - Demeanor

"Victor Williams, I'd like you to meet Jolene. Jolene, this is Vick. Vick is
a sophomore transfer student from our sister community college up state." The
woman speaking turned back towards the thinly built young man.

"Now Vick, Jolene works in the student registration office. She'll help you
get squared away with your class sign ups and direct you to the proper
fraternity information and sign up offices. When you're all done here, be
sure to stop by my office and I'll take you around the campus. We can then
have lunch in the cafeteria and you can catch me up with all that's going on
with your folks." As the woman turned to go she added, "I'm so glad you
decided to finally join our college. I just can't understand why you waited
so long. Your parents must be extremely happy."

"Yes, yes they are." Responded the student, trying to sound like he meant it.
"And thank you for all your help Mrs. Edwards." Secretly he thought, 'Better
be nice to this lady. She might be reporting to my folks about me during my
stay at this new college. Without any money or way of earning it, I have to
watch out and not step on any toes around here. No sense in jumping off of
the gravy train if they were willing to let me ride it, even if I don't have
a choice in school accommodations'.

Mrs. Edwards, who was the secretary to the Dean of Admissions, had been a
close friend of Vick's parents for as long as he could remember. The brown
haired student had turned down her initial offer to come to States College
after high school in favor of attending a junior 'community' college. He'd
disappointed his parents who were both alumni, their friends and just about
everyone else with that decision. Coming from a well to do family wasn't
always as pleasant as it is made out to be.

Registration was as bad as he'd heard it was from friends that had graduated
with him last year and went straight to college. Endless waiting around or
standing in line followed by ten minutes of fast decisions based on what
classes were still left over from the upper classmen. It was nice having all
the different courses to choose from, but not all were available to peons
like him and the 200 other freshmen. Because there was more than one
registration line, you were competing for what was left with the other five
lines of freshmen and the hidden 'line' of paperwork that consisted of upper
class transfers. In addition to that, he was at a disadvantage from the start
by having a last name near the end of the alphabet. The system seemed
designed for the life time student that never quit college, but transferred
from study to study, getting first shot at what ever appealed to him. This
was why community college looked so good. Fewer people, similar courses.

As it turned out the courses that were available weren't that appealing.
"It's designed this way so you young kids will get a more broader background
than you would pick for yourselves." Came the reply, from the male clerk
behind the desk, in response to his questioning the process.

"That would be great for those people that have a narrow direction." quipped
Vick, "But I don't have a direction and would still like to have a little
more say in how broad my background education is to be."

"Oh stop fretting kid, after this quarter the process will be much easier for
you. Just have some patience and go with the flow. Now if you look at this
print out, we were able to get you into one of your course requests, Biology
201. But I'm afraid that was it. You'll have to pick another Social Science
course and another English/Literature course. Here's a list of what's not
booked for those two departments. Please pick one from each and give me the
course number so I can sign you up. Oh, and remember, space is on a first
come first served bases, so be quick about it."

Christ, talk about pressure, as he glanced at the list. There wasn't much to
choose from.

Under the Social Science department there were three courses:

** Human Interactions: A study on behavioral differences 
** Welfare Society: The struggle to survive in a third world lifestyle 
** Women's Studies: Understanding the changing role in today's society

The only course listed for the English/Literature department was about Group
Communications.

'Some choice in the matter', he thought sarcastically.

"Well I guess I'll go with the Welfare course, I just might end up there one
day and maybe this will help cope." He wished he wouldn't be even as he joked
about not being there. "I can't seem to read the course number though. Looks
like you folks need a new ink cartridge for the printer."

"Tell you what," came back the clerk, "We'll put in a search wildcard and it
will come up with the first available "w" in the list and that will be your
class. Seeing that the course you want is the first "w" there should be no
problem. Is that O.K. with you?"

"Yeah, sure, not that it really matters. For the English/Literature
department I'll take the only one left, Group Communications."

The clerk finished doing the data entry and handed Vick back a receipt with
his student number. There were instructions that the schedules would be ready
for pick up at the end of the day. "Just show this to the main registration
desk and they'll give you your schedule. Goodbye and have a great school
year."

With that he was off to track down Mrs. Edwards for the tour and lunch. It's
amazing how standing around for four hours doing nothing but waiting in line
could make you so hungry.

As Mrs. Edwards showed him around the campus his thought began to wander back
to what brought him here in the first place. What was he supposed to do? He
didn't have any clear idea just what he wanted to do with the rest of his
life. This always bothered Vick. He could remember that as early as his
junior high school days, other kids were planning out their future. Even
those kids that didn't know what to do that early had some sort of idea in
their junior or senior year of high school. Not Vick. Nothing really appealed
to him. He wasn't lazy by any means. Always more than willing to work or help
someone out if they needed it. It was the thought that getting a job and
working for 40 hours a week for 30 plus years at the same thing you may not
enjoy was a daunting vision. He wanted to play the field as it were by taking
several, different job orientated courses that were offered at the community
college level. Votech was the politically correct term they used these days.

But, as his parents were the ones footing the tuition bill, he could only get
away with avoiding the four-year college for a year. His folks were also
pushing him to join a fraternity, as they felt this was an important part of
their college days and should be a part of his. They even went so far as to
say it would give him better ideas of what jobs are out there by seeing the
other students direction. Didn't help in high school, why would it all of a
sudden work now?

Having eventually lost the battle over which school to attend, Vick was only
too happy to learn that he didn't need to pick a major just yet. He was
barely able to register for any courses at all let alone pick a direction to
study. With luck he thought, may be I can even postpone this career thing
through next year. God willing.

During lunch Mrs. Edwards pressed him for his plans on living arrangements.
Mind you though that she did every once in a while, bring up questions about
his parents. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she seemed to have an
overly excessive amount of interest in his life.

"Well now Vick, what are your plans for living arrangements? Mrs. Edwards
inquired.

"I guess I hadn't really thought too much about it. I figured I'd be
attending school at another campus and still living out of my folk's house
for a while longer. They sort of want me to pledge a house on campus, but I
wouldn't know the first thing about how to do it. Even if I wanted to join.
I've never been too much of the social type and I don't want to spend my
college days flat out drunk. I may not know exactly what I want to do but I
know what I don't want. It's probably too late to join up anyway, right? He
quizzically asked hoping he was indeed right. A dorm room all to his self
looked like a good thing.

"Son, when you get to be in my position at a large college, there is no such
thing as too late for anything. As a special favor to you and your folks, I
can get you set up in a nice house. They are generally a restrained bunch of
kids that want to graduate as much as the next person. They happen to be
throwing a pledge party tonight and I will have them put you on their list of
this year's pledges."

"But Mrs. Edwards . . . "

"Now honey, don't thank me all at once. There's no need to feel
uncomfortable. I know you're new here and don't know anybody. As another
favor to you I have scheduled my day to be able to walk you over there now
and make introductions."

"That's nice of you to do but . . ."

"There you go again. Not another word about it you hear? As I've said, I'm so
glad to have the child of my dearest friends finally attending my college. Oh
the courses you'll take and the activities you'll be involved in." Mrs.
Edwards's thoughts began to trail off. Her newest pupil was going to be so
happy here. There's nothing like setting a young mind on the right path of
life. It's times like these that reminded her of why she went into education
at all.

Vick's thoughts were similar to that of a deer caught in the headlights of an
oncoming car. He knew that this wasn't going to be good, but damned if could
tear him self away from it all.

Chapter 2 - Indications

The Fraternity house was a few blocks away from the main campus. The path
they took led them through the garden and past the water fountain that
together marked the entrance to the center for higher learning. The house
looked much like all the other houses you would ever find on Greek row. An
off white, two story home with columns supporting an upper deck with several
gables surrounding the upper story. Making their way up the front stairs to
the porch, Vick idly wondered what these walls would say if they could talk.
Fraternities were always the victims of wild stories and crazy adventures.

Mrs. Edwards rang the doorbell and was greeted by one of the house members.
"Mrs. Edwards, how good to see you today. My you look lovely in that
beautiful dress. What pray tell brings you 'round to our humble abode?"

Psychiatrists have this test that involves looking at inkblots and telling
them the first thing comes to your mind. In this case the ink blot answered
the door and the first thing that came to Vick's mind was 'Eddie Hascal'. No
wonder Mrs. Edwards thought that these boys were all upstanding and dedicated
students. As Vick looked at Mrs. Edwards he could see her actually blush and
become somewhat flustered. 'Jeez', thought Vick, 'she's actually buying this
yard of crap'.

"Well Johnny, I'm here to introduce you to Vick Williams, a transfer student
from a junior college. His family are good friends of mine and I'm taking him
under my wing to ensure he gets treated fairly. Vick is looking to join a
fraternity and I think he would make a great addition to your fraternity. Now
Vick, you listen to Johnny here and he'll set you up with a room and get you
acquainted with the rest of the house members. Well I can't dilly dally
around all day. Things to do people to meet, places to go. I'll look in on
you in a couple of days Vick. Bye now. Give your folks my kindest regards it
you get to talk to them before I do." She paused and then dug something out
of her pocket. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here is your class schedule. Let's see
what you got." Mrs. Edwards then proceeded to open up his mail. Looks like
you got some nice courses." She commented while glancing over the paper.
"Well here you go, I'm off to work now. Bye, bye." And with that she was off.

Vick looked down at the piece of paper that Mrs. Edwards handed him. His
mouth opened as if to say something but nothing came out. Finally the vocal
cords caught up with the rest of him. "I can't believe this! Of all the dumb
stinking luck. This is exactly why I didn't want to go to a major school.
Christ, now what the heck am I supposed to do?"

"What seems to be the problem sport?" asked Johnny.

"This is the problem." He responded as he handed Johnny his schedule. Johnny
glanced at the paper and chuckled aloud. "Oh this is great. No, this is
better than great. This is fabulous." On the paper were listed three course
assignments for Vick Williams, they were; Biology 101, Group Communications
and, Women's Studies.

"What so great about being stuck with 'Women Studies' as a course
assignment?" asked Vick with a touch of sarcasm.

"Well for you, nothing, but for the rest of us this is gonna be a hoot. Man
I'm glad I'm not you for this quarter. When I tell the other guys about this
they're gonna flip. If I were you though, I wouldn't try to use that line
about taking the course to try and get into girls' pants. It's not that kind
of group or atmosphere."

"Gee, thanks for the advice." Came the retort but without any enthusiasm to
back it up.

"Alright kid, looks like we're stuck with you. Come on in, let me show you a
room." Johnny then led him to an upstairs bedroom in the back of the house.
Upon entering the room Vick had another one of those Rorschach moments.

"Has anyone notified FEMA of the conditions of this room. I'm sure they would
be more than willing to grant a couple of thousand dollars of disaster relief
aid to get this place fixed up again."

"Watch it smart mouth," came Johnny's reply. "We haven't had any takers on
the maid job we posted in the newspaper for the last few weeks. Seems that
anyone qualified to do the job is also smart enough not to do it here in a
frat house. Besides, you're here, and it's all we got. Take it or leave it
and you can then be the one to let Mrs. Edwards down, not me."

"Alright, I'm sorry. I know you guys didn't have much of a choice," He
apologized, trying to not get into trouble on his first day. "I really
appreciate this. Just trying to be funny that's all."

"Well it was funny, but you're too new for it be real funny, got it?" Vick
nodded that indeed he did get it. Just because he had an administrator on his
side didn't mean that had carte blanche to act as he felt.

"Alright 'plebe', you still have to go through the rest of 'hell week' with
the other pledges. Unfortunately for us, today is the last day. All you have
to look forward to is tonight's costume slash toga party. A word to the wise
though. Seeing as you haven't had as much opportunity to prove your
worthiness to the brothers, you'll likely get double doses tonight. Be
careful and suck up in as many ways as possible. As of now you're on the
clock so to speak. GOT THAT YOU LITTLE PLEBE?!" Vick was taken aback by the
abrupt change in Johnny's voice and attitude.

"Uh . . . yeah . . . I guess."

"THAT'S YES SIR TO YOU PLEBE!" Johnny barked right on the heels of Vick's
stammering confused reply.

"Uh, yes sir." He attempted again.

"I'M SORRY, WHAT!"

"YES SIR!" The picture was starting to form.

"That's better, now the unfortunate part for you in all this is that in order
to pass the final hazing you have to be in costume or you can kiss it all
goodbye. Even Mrs. Edwards will back us up on your lack of participation. We
also don't take kindly to being shown up, so you better not skip out. If you
think I'm being a hard case now, just wait to see what happens if I end up
looking like a fool in front of Mrs. Edwards."

As Vick turned to go, he was startled once again. "PLEBE!" Johnny shouted in
his ear.

"YES SIR!"

"I don't recall giving you permission to go just yet PLEBE!"

"SORRY SIR! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN SIR!"

"Very well. Since you're new I'll let this one pass." A smirk came to
Johnny's face. "Oh and by the way what makes this unfortunate for you is that
every frat and sorority house is throwing the same kind of party today." He
began to laugh at this point. "The chances of you finding anything decent to
wear for tonight are pretty slim. See you in a couple of hours plebe. Now get
lost."

"YES SIR!"

With that Vick turned and headed out as quick as he could. Two things went
through Vick's mind as he scurried out of the house, first: 'I'm not even
here one day and I'm already on someone's black list and I have to live with
him as well'. The second: 'Mrs. Edwards had better have a costume store in
her office because she had gotten him into this mess and she was going to get
him out'.

"Let's see", talking to himself while crossing the court yard of the campus,
"What could I go as tonight? I guess I could be monster of some sort. A
mummy? Go as Dracula? The creature from the black lagoon? No, those will be
all gone by now most likely. I could be a super hero or something like that."
A pause in the thoughts, "What the heck am I thinking, beggars can't be
choosers at this time. I just hope they even have any costumes left."

Standing in the Assistant Deans office, Vick was explaining his predicament.
"So you see Mrs. Edwards, I need a costume for tonight or I am out of luck.
Johnny said that it was required of everyone, he even mentioned that all the
stores are sold out of costumes." His case being stated Vick thought he'd
take it a step further, "I guess I won't be joining the frat after all."

"Not so fast young man." It was one step too many. "I know of a place that
guarantees to have a costume to fit anybody or they'll give you your next
costume for free." She began to write an address on a notepad. "Now this
place is in the Village down the road a piece. You go in there and tell them
I sent you. Everybody knows who I am. The shopkeeper will help you find
something for the evening festivities. Here's one hundred dollars for you to
use as well. I know it won't cost that much to rent a costume but you might
need to add a few things and also get a bite to eat before you show up." With
a shooing motion she dismissed him and went back to work. As he stepped out
the door he heard her call out o him, "You have a good time tonight dear, and
come by my office tomorrow and tell me all about your evening."

The directions were clear and simple. Follow 16th Ave west to the
intersection of Oakridge Way and turn left. Two more blocks down to 14th Ave
and there you are. The entrance to the village mall was across the street on
the southwest corner of Oakridge Way and 14th. Over all about _ of a mile
from campus.

The Village Mall or just plain 'The Village' was a conglomeration of old and
new buildings put together piece by piece over the last 50 plus years. As new
shops were added and old ones redecorated the general look of the Village
combined old style storefront shops with that of the one store mall concept.
Rather difficult to pull off if you were to try and plan it that way, but
somehow it was accomplished by the un-corporate minds of the town. To also
say that you could get lost in this place was an understatement. There seemed
to be more corners to get turned around in, on the inside, than there were
corners to the exterior of the building itself.

Vick glanced at the watch on his arm and sighed in disbelief that he'd been
in the mall for an hour and still hadn't found the shop Mrs. Edwards had told
him about. Sure there were plenty of other shops to get a costume, but Johnny
was right is his 'sold out' assumption. Nothing was left to buy, rent or
create.

Just as he was about to give up and face the consequences Vick practically
ran into the store while craning his neck around looking for it. Stepping
through the door he heard a bell tinkle and looked to see where it came from.
Up above him, attached just above the door jamb was the source of the bell
sound. It looked almost exactly like an image of the fabled tinkle bell in
that story about this kid in tights who could fly.

"How can I help you today son?" Came a voice from somewhere in the store.

Startled, Vick looked about trying to determine the origin of the voice. "Uh
. . . I'm uh . . . I'm looking, I'm looking for a costume for a costume party
this evening." Still looking around for the voice Vick continued, "You
probably don't have anything available do you?"

No answer.

"Well that's o.k., thanks anyway!"

"Not so fast son." The voice finally spoke up. 'Damn, almost got out the
door,' thought Vick. "Where is that voice coming from?" He mumbled to
himself.

"I'm back here at the counter." The voice answered as if in response to
Vick's un-spoken query. "Come on back and let's see what we can do for you."
With some uncertainty Vick headed to the rear of the shop. As he passed the
last aisle of trinkets, gadgets and gismos he at last saw the source of the
voice. The elderly looking gentleman behind the counter looked like a human
caricature version of the mall itself. Start with a foundation of an elderly,
mid 90-year-old, looking man sporting a beard to make 'ZZ Top' jealous. Then
add an off white hooded bathrobe that could be purchased at any department
store. Put on a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses, with chain, that would
make any elderly female school bus driver envious. Finally, top it of with
one of those stiff looking elf style hats that some snowboarders like to wear
these days and you get an idea of what Vick was to deal with.

"Well lad, what can we do for ya' today? Oh don't let this outfit fool you.
It's just something I put one to be a bit more comfortable around here. When
you get to be my age, if you get to be my age, comfort is everything. Well,
almost everything." The elderly man continued upon seeing Vick's curious
gaze. "Did you know that I can normally tell what most people want before
even they sometimes do. No, I suppose you wouldn't. But every once in a while
I opt to refrain from this ability and try to be surprised." With a frown he
finished his thought. "Hasn't happened yet, but I'm willing to wait it out."

"You're . . . you're a wizard?"

"So I've been told by a few people."

"And . , , and you read peoples minds."

"On occasion, when the mood strikes me."

After a long pause in the conversation the old man continued. "Son, it's
times like these that force me to read others minds. Either spit out what
you're after or I'm gonna know more than you may want me to know."

"Uh . . . sorry, um, a costume." This whole wizard, magic thing was taking
Vick a little longer to catch onto.

"Yeah well, so much for the surprise. Thanks for the let down kid." As he
grumbled his response the old man turned around to face a sign on the wall
behind him that had these yellow lines in the form of arcs. He then turned a
number over that seemed to indicate that Vick was the number 1,658,432
customer served. "Come here boy, let me show you what I have remaining in
stock. This is a bad time of the year to be looking for an outfit though."
The old man led him throughout the shop, oftentimes re-tracing his path. "The
local school holds a campus wide event and costumes get snatched up fairly
early. Always a lively festive event if I say so. I can sometimes get lucky
and be surprised by what happens at these parties." Rounding an aisle of
nic-nacs the pair came to practically empty clothes rack. "Here we are my
boy, but, as you can see, not much of a selection."

Vick looked through the outfits and was dismayed at the poor selection.
"You've only got a couple of stupid girl costumes and some lousy kid
costumes. I can't wear any of these things. Do you have any other suggestions
or an idea of where I can go to get something else?"

"Son, is there something wrong with what I have here? Are you saying that I
carry junk? Do you realize the craftsmanship that goes into each of these
designs? I don't think I like the way you made that insulting statement about
my merchandise."

Vick held up his hands in an effort to stop the man. "No, no, no. You
misunderstood, I'm sure they're great costumes but I guess what I was trying
to say was that they're not what I was looking for. Sure the cowboy and the
army man outfits would be great but they're for little kids and are too small
for me. The maid, nurse and cheerleader outfits are for girls. I couldn't
wear those, I'd look like a fairy.

"Son, there's no way you could look like a fairy, you're much too big and are
missing a pair of wings to match. But, I do understand you better now. Though
you agree that my selection is of great quality, you don't find them
appealing and are concerned as to your appearance. Am I correct in my
summation?"

"Well yeah. Hey I'm sorry you thought I was insulting your stuff but I can't
be going round looking like a fairy . . . sorry, looking like a sissy for
this party. The guys at the frat house would ridicule me to no end. I can't
afford to get a bad reputation this early in the school year." And for some
reason it all came out. All of Vicks frustrations, anxieties, fears,
trepidation's came pouring out as the old man sat quietly and listened.
Finally when he was spent Vick looked sheepishly up at the gentleman. " Oh
man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump on you like that. There's been to much
going on today and I guess it got the better of me."

"That's alright son. We all have those kinds of days. But like I said, this
is what we have. What will it be today? I personally like the cheerleader
outfit myself. You'd look really nice in that one."

"Like I said, I couldn't wear one of those. I'd look stupid, besides the guys
would rib me to no end. What with Johnny telling everyone about my classes
this quarter. I could just see it now, 'Gee Vick, looks like you're taking
this Women's Studies course a little too seriously, thinking about changing
sides of the gender war?', I don't think I could take it, no way." "Son, what
if I told you that these costumes are so good that no one would recognize
you? That would prevent you from any humiliations, don't you agree?"

"Well yeah, if no one recognized me. But if they didn't know who I was how
would they know I was at the party? I'm supposed to check in at the door in
order to join the frat."

"Son, I've heard how these check-ins work. I'm sure that all you have to do
is put a mark next to your name when you get in the door. From what I've
heard, no one is at the door, they're to busy trying to drown themselves in
alcohol. You really have nothing to fear. It'll be a new experience for you.
Go with the flow, enjoy yourself for a change."

"Well if you're sure about this, I guess it wouldn't hurt." He was giving in
but with some hesitancy in his decision.

"I'll even guarantee that if you're not satisfied, I'll return you your money
when you return the costume. Now try on this cheerleader's outfit, I think
it's a perfect match for you."

"I uh . . . I don't think I'm that type. Maybe the nurse outfit would be
better."

"Are you sure? I've always had the best things happen with the cheerleader
costume." Pressed the wizard.

"No really, I'm not that peppy of a guy, the nurse outfit looks more
suitable. It's not as skimpy either."

"Well I tried." The old man said mostly to himself." Here is the outfit and
the instructions are in the bag. Why don't you go into that dressing room
over there and try it on. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask."
The wizard pointed to a small curtained off cubbyhole that Vick was to change
in. "Oh, remember that what you see is not necessarily what is real. You
know, illusions and all that magic mumbo jumbo."

After closing the curtain Vick rummaged through the bag emptying the contents
in the process. Out of the bag and onto the floor went some women's
underwear, a bra, one pair of stockings, a white nurses blouse, a pleated
nurse skirt, one sandy brown wig with semi long hair, a little nurse hat that
they used to wear, a pair of platform shoes, a stethoscope and, a name tag
that read, 'Your Name Here'. The last items out of the bag were made of a
material that looked to be a combination of latex, spandex and silicon. Of
the last two items in the bag, the first looked like a pair of long
underpants, but not really. Vick stared at these for the longest time
wondering what they were for. Again as if in response to his un-asked
question the wizard replied.

"Those you put on to mask your true gender. If you follow the directions
you'll notice that after they are on, not even you will be able to tell the
difference. As for the last item in the bag, similar effects will occur with
the same results."

Slowly Vick undressed and even more slowly he began to pull up the odd pair
of underpants. Tucking and adjusting his manhood this way or that he managed
to pull the device all the way on. The mirror on the wall reflected a strange
sight to Vick. The image was one he had grown up with, except for one area
that reflected a woman's lower regions. Although a little wider than Vick
used to be, it was still a woman's form that reflected back at him. Touching
the area where the former position of his gender was Vick could feel that the
material was light enough so there was not much loss in feeling but strong
enough to hold him in place. Not an alarming feeling but different just the
same. A sudden thought flashed across his mind and Vick quickly pulled down
the garment to confirm he still had what he came in with.

"Relax son, nothing's gonna happen to you if you take care of yourself. You
better hurry up though, didn't you say that party started soon?"

The old man's reassuring tone eased his concerns and Vick then proceeded to
pull the top part of the illusion over his shoulders. This device resembled a
T-shirt only because that was how you pulled in on. Once this item was on,
however, Vick again saw a different reflection in the mirror. His face was
the same but from the neck down was the naked image of a husky woman. In
spite of knowing he was looking at himself in a costume Vick could feel his
manhood trying to express itself at seeing the reflection.

'Hey, it's not everyday you see a naked woman alone with you in a small room,
even if it is yourself', thought Vick. 'I am a bit big for a girl though. At
least for my personal tastes. It really shouldn't surprise me because I'm
still me under all this. Still, I could stand to lose a few pounds here and
there. Maybe if I got involved with some sports it would help tone up some of
those trouble spots.' Vick suddenly caught himself critiquing how the girl in
the mirror looked as though she was really himself. 'Jeez, what was that all
about? Careful there kid, you were starting to scare yourself a bit.'

Vick then proceeded to finish putting the clothes on. Looking at the tag on
the bra he noticed it read 38D. It took a few minutes to put this item on, as
it was not something he was used to doing. Eventually with the panties,
stockings, bra and 'skin', as Vick called it, on he donned the skirt, blouse
and shoes. He then pinned the nametag on the blouse and put the stethoscope
in a skirt pocket. The final piece of equipment was the wig. This too took a
while to put on properly. Once on Vick again looked into the mirror to be
surprised once more. He was looking at himself but at as woman. She/he was
dressed in a smart looking nurses' outfit. She/he was the same height as he
was but heavier set than he used to be. Vick was five foot ten inches and
weighing 150 pounds, he figured the girl in the mirror would probably weigh
close to 190 or 200 pounds. Vicks facial and arm features seemed a little
softer as well. One might even mistake that he was, in some way, possibly a
twin sister. Vick continued to image and wondered what kind of girl she could
be. Did she have a nice personality? She looked athletic even though she was
on the huskier side. 'Hell, she could probably beat me in a number of
sports.' He surmised. The more he looked her over the more attracted he
became towards the vision.

"I wonder if I would ever go out with a guy like me? I'd sure like to get a
bit more personal with her if I could."

"I think she is as personal to you as can be Vick," spoke up the wizard.

Vick had been unaware that he was being watched and had also been unaware
until now that he had spoken his thoughts out loud. His face became instantly
flush as his embarrassment at being caught in his reverie showed through.
Before he could suffer any more the wizard rescued him.

"Now remember, please take care of this outfit. You have no idea how many of
these costumes I have to replace every year do to the negligence of the
users."

Slightly coming out of his embarrassment Vick spoke up, "This looks so real
on me. Is this just a very good costume or has something happened to me?"

"Well," The wizard hesitated. "It's a little of both. Though it is still a
costume it has become sensitized to your body. It will seem more and more
like your own skin as the night progresses. Right now you look more like
yourself and as the costume becomes more attuned to your biorhythms your
outward appearance will alter. You will always be you underneath but later on
all others will see no difference between you and the illusion of you. As the
illusion becomes more real you will become quite warm and seem a little
flushed, after which your body temperature will return to normal. This will
let you know that you and the skin have become fully adjusted toward each
other."

"Wow, that's pretty wild." A concerned look came to Vicks face. "What about .
. ." He nodded in a downward direction. "You know . . . down there?"

"Down there, as you call it, will let you function as you need to. But as
with all proper hygienically conscious girls, you should be sure to blot
yourself dry."

"That'll be a relief." They both chuckled over that unintentional pun.

"You must be off and on your way now, as I've other matters to attend to."
Vick then found himself politely being ushered to the exit. "I know that you
will have a good time and will impress the people at the party. Oh, before I
forget, have the costume off before sunrise. The directions are on the tag on
the inside back of the outfit."

Vick was already out the door when he asked, "Why before sunrise?"

"Things get complicated after that." And with that the door to the shop
closed and Vick could hear a lock being turned shut. "That was a bit rushed
towards the end," miffed a puzzled Vick.

"I should probably be on my now like the old man said. Can't be hanging
around hear all day." He muttered mostly to himself.

"I'm sorry Miss, did you say something?" Questioned a man in a dark gray
business suit that had just been walking by.

Though a bit taken aback, Vick stuttered out something in an effort to come
up with an answer. "Uh . . . no. Just . . . just . . . um . . . talking to
myself that's all."

"Alright, sorry to disturb you Miss. I thought you mentioned something about
'not being able to hang out hear all day'. I just wanted to say that I work
in the shop next door and I don't mind you hanging around at all. Again,
sorry to bother you." As the man started to move on, Vick watched as his gaze
moved over his female costumed body. The man was undeniably scrutinizing
Vicks figure with a critical eye. Just before the man turned completely away
Vick thought he saw a smile form on the strangers face. Unconsciously Vick
smiled warmly back at the man and watched him walk away. Vick realized what
had just happened and felt a cold chill run through his back. 'Did I just
smile at that guy? Jeez, what was I thinking?' He thought to himself.


Chapter 3 - Take This and Call Me in the Morning

With nervous apprehension Vick stood on the sidewalk in front of the frat
house. This was all going to fast for him. He barely had time to think about
all that was transpiring before him. He felt like he was a passenger on a
ride to an unknown destination. The moment he almost had the destination
figured out the ride took a detour route. Though he wanted to ask where he
was going, there didn't seem to be a conductor about when he need one.

Gathering his courage together, determined to plow through this one time
adventure, Vick headed down the path. As he approached the front porch Vick
muttered to himself, 'If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to have a few
words to say to that Mrs. Edwards. She owes me big time.'

"Yes, hello. I'm here with the frat party. We were supposed to dress up in
costume tonight."

The girl at the ticket table just inside the foyer looked up at Vick and
smiling asked, "And are you on the list, with somebody or would you like to
make an entry donation for the fraternities favorite charity?" Having said
the latter with a wink of an eye.

"I should be on the list, under Vick Williams." He pointed to the list.

"All righty, let me take a look see here." The girl turned over a few pages
and got a quizzical look on her face. "Well it seems that we do have a Vick
Williams listed as a fraternity pledge but he didn't put in for any guests."

"That's probably because I'm Vick Williams. You know, dressed up as a nurse."
He added for clarity.

"Like, I can see that you're dressed as a nurse silly. But there isn't any
listing for a guest."

"I know there is no guest listed. I'm Vick. Me. The person in front of you.
I'm the frat pledge. I'm just dressed in this costume for the night."

"There's no reason for alarm honey. We'll just make the correction right
here, o.k.? Now what was the name again?"

'Oh my God.' Thought Vick, 'I've been put in front of the one true to the
very last drop, air headed, lights are on but nobodies home, blow in my ear
thanks for the refill, dumb blonde.' Slowly and a very cool voice he began
again.

"The name is Vick. It is spelled just like it is written on the list. Now may
I have my name tag so I can get inside?"

"Sure thing sweetie." She hunched over and proceeded to write on a name tag.
Handing it to Vick she again smiled and with a perky voice said, "I told you
it wouldn't be a problem. You just go through those two doors and the two big
hunks guarding the door will let you in. Have fun now." With that she had
already turned her attentions to smiling and helping other party goers in
line.

With his name tag in hand Vick stepped through the front door, and was
immediately confronted with two muscular, 6 foot 6 inch, well chiseled
college men.

"Here, let me help you put that name tag on miss." One of the boys offered.
Before Vick could respond the bouncer had taken the name tag, removed the
backing and was none to gracefully pressing it on his newly enhanced chest.

"Uh . . . thanks, I guess." Stammered Vick. "Is there . . . uh-hum . . . is
there some place I can get a drink?" He asked in a slightly cracked voice,
feeling his throat start to scratch. Vick noticed the guy was still standing
pretty close and also noticed that his hand was lingering on and around the
name tag. 'This guy is copping a feel of my breasts. Well, my semi breasts.
They aren't actually real and they aren't actually mine. Still, of all the
nerve.'

Vick started to step back away from the offending hand but found himself
bumping into the other bookend that was watching the door. Grabbing a hold of
Vicks shoulders from behind the new guy pulled him close and said into his
ear, "You betcha Vickie. Let me show you where the refreshments are."

"Uh . . . guys. I think there's been a mistake. I'm Vick. I'm just dressed up
this way for the party." Vick was starting to get a little flushed and
uncomfortable with this unwanted and obviously misplaced attention.

"Yeah, we know. It says your name right here on the tag. Vickie." At which
point the aforementioned hand came back to the breast augmented name tag and
lingered there yet again.

Vick glanced down at his name tag and sure enough, much to his continued
dismay, the tag did indeed proclaim 'Vickie' in big bold letters for all to
see. "Of all the . . . she still went and spelled it wrong." As he spoke Vick
pointing to the front door and looked at the two as if the whole
misunderstanding was all to obvious. "It should say 'Vick', not 'Vickie'. The
girl out there spelled it wrong."

"Sure but we like it better as Vickie. It's more suitable to you like this
anyway." Noted the virile student holding Vick close to him by the shoulders.
Mistaking the comment as an understanding gesture Vick gave in and asked
again for the drink location. Vick was slowly starting to realize that this
costume of his was really working because everyone so far was treating him as
if he was a girl.

'I gotta hand it to that wizard guy,' He mused. 'He sure knows his stuff.'
Meandering their way through the mob the drink table finally came within
view. Just as Vick was about to grab himself a beer he found himself
beseeched by another manly college student. This new guy was dressed in green
all over. He had green leaves sewn all over what appeared to be a green toga.
He'd even gone so far as to dye his hair green as well.

"Thanks or showing her over here Chet, You can go back to the door now." The
new student spoke dismissively to the escort as he wrapped his arms around
Vicks shoulders. "My name's George, George Robinson. I'm the fraternity
Public Relations Director. I'd like to welcome you to our little soiree. As
you may have guessed I'm am also a Jovial Green Giant. Say, I noticed you
haven't a drink yet. Why don't you take mine, I haven't drank out of it yet
so don't worry about that. Let me show you around a bit so you don't get
lost, o.k.? Great! Let's begin."

Throughout the tour of the house George didn't let Vick get more than word or
two out of his mouth. Even those words were cut off as Vicks seemingly new
benefactor went on and on about the fraternity, himself, the school, himself,
the weather and just about anything else. George even had the time to talk
about his favorite subject, you guessed it, himself.

Vicks throat was feeling better and drinking the cool beverage offered by
George was helping. He was still a little flushed and he seemed to be able to
feel things a little more keenly than before, as if his skin was more
sensitive. 'Wait', he corrected himself. 'It's that the skin costume he was
wearing must be more . . . How did the wizard put it? More biorhythmically
tuned to my body. Yeah that's it. This is pretty cool. I wonder to what the
extent this costume has gone. It might be interesting to see what I look like
now in the flesh.' Vick was starting to get a little excited about this
thought. The more he did think about the changes he might see the more he was
determined to get a look at himself. It was becoming a twisted version of a
Peeping Tom desire. Granted it was himself he wanted to see but it was
somehow not himself that he wanted to see as well.

"Uh, George. I noticed we just went by the restroom. I think I have to hop in
for a minute, if you'll excuse me." Vick turned to go to the bathroom.

"Oh sure, I'm sorry. Where have my manners gone to. I completely forgot to
ask if there was anything you needed. You go ahead and I'll go refresh our
drinks then meet you back here." As George took the empty cup from Vick and
disappeared into the crowd Vick stepped into the bathroom and locked the
door. He did not want to be disturbed.

Standing in front of the mirror Vick was amazed at the reflection gazing back
at him. He was definitely looking at himself but his 'self' was a girl. She
was about as exact of a twin as you can get with not being the same sex. Yes
his features on the whole were much softer and less defined than his original
ones. And granted there were some extra endowments located here and there,
but overall, Vick was staring at what could only be described as his non
existent 'sister'. She carried a little more weight on her than he had on his
frame. There was muscle tone under that extra weight. If she became active in
some sort of physical activity the 'baby fat' would no doubt melt away. Her
face, being softer than his own was attractive to him. He wasn't sure if that
was narcissistic or not though. 'I guess a little self worship isn't all that
bad. Not if I look like this that is.' He thought to himself as he studied
his new facial traits. 'I think I look pretty good for a girl.' Vick brought
himself up short on that thought. 'Not that I am a girl. I mean I'm not a
girl, right?' He questioned no one in particular. 'If I was a girl though,
I'd go out with me.'

He continued to look over the rest of his body, touching here and there to
confirm tactilely what he saw visually. 'Jeez this skin stuff really feels
like it's become my own skin. That biorhythm stuff really works.' Vick
commented as he lifted the blouse he was wearing a little and began to run
his hand over his abdomen working higher and further under the shirt. He
stopped when he encountered two secondary female characteristics hiding
behind some feminine apparel. He was a bit alarmed when he felt how sensitive
they were to his touch. 'Christ these things feel as if they're real.' As he
continued to explore under his blouse he could feel a direct connection
throughout his body that was different but yet enticing. This warm tingly
feeling slowly spread it self outward and came together again somewhere just
south of his belly button. Hesitatingly, slowly and oh so carefully, an
occupied hand moved its way to that nether region to find out just what going
on. Upon reaching the desired destination Vick was again shocked in more than
one way to discover the feelings generated by this even more sensitive piece
of anatomy. But not as startled as when he heard himself let out a quite soft
moan. 'Damn!' He exclaimed to himself. 'If every woman felt this aroused with
just this much attention God didn't need to tell them to go forth and
multiply. They'd be doing it on their own just to feel like this. I gotta
stop this, it's just not right.' He was a little surprised at how well he was
taking this, all things considered. He had overwhelming confidence that the
wizard would be able to tell him how to remove the disguise later on. As it
turned out Vick needed to stop anyway because someone was knocking on the
door looking to take their turn in the restroom. Quickly tucking everything
in, Vick opened the door and quickly stepped out.

Out right into the arms of George Robinson, resident leech.

"Here Vickie, drink this up quick. They finally got the music going and I
want to have dance with you!" Shouted George trying to be heard above the
load music now playing in the next room and the rest of the house as well,
while under his breath he continued, 'Before anyone else starts to move in on
you.' A cup was then unceremoniously thrust into Vicks hands.

"Look George, you don't understand! This isn't what it looks like!" Vick
tried to explain as he pointed to various parts of his feminine appearing
form. "I'm a boy not a girl! It's just a costume! I can't dance with you!"
Whether or not George heard Vick was unsure due to the volume and beat of the
tunes being pumped to every square inch of the building.

"That's alright, everyone's in costume tonight! Just drink up and come on!
Everyone's out there so it's not like we're really boy and girl dancing!"
George then pushed Vicks hands that were holding the cup up to his face.
"Drink!" He shouted as he started to move with the music and wait for Vick to
empty the cup. When Vick was done George grabbed the empty drink cup out of
his hand and tossed it to nowhere in particular. Then he grabbed Vicks hand
and pulled him through the crowd to the middle of the living room dance
floor.

George began to dance and move to the beat as much as possible in the packed
crowd. He would turn every so often towards another girl and with both their
arms raised start to do a little bump and grind dancing.

Vick couldn't care less. He'd ended up being pulled out on the floor right
next to a very attractive girl that was dancing in the crowd with no one in
general. Her costume looked a little like a fairies outfit. Green leotards
and a greenish with brown tunic. As Vick started to dance he began to enjoy
himself. Quite often he would find himself dancing or rubbing up against this
attractive 'fairie' girl. After a few smiles Vick thought he should get to
know her a bit better.

"Hi, my name's Vick! What's yours?!" He asked of her over the noise.

"My name's Lori. What are you going as?" She asked indicating his outfit.
"It's nice to meet you Lori. This is sort of a doctors or nurses outfit. It's
all I could come up with at the last minute. How about you? What are you
going as?"

"It's supposed to be a Peter Pan outfit. Apparently, as someone told me, the
original Peter Pan stage character was played by a woman. So I figured I'd
still come and have fun." Vick wasn't sure if he understood her meaning of
all that, but what the heck, she was good looking.

The night progressed as most college parties do. More music, more alcoholic
beverages, more people, loader music, loader people and so on. Vick lost
track of time and where he was. Occasionally he would hear someone refer to
him as Vickie or make some joke about going somewhere to play doctor. All
cares were lost as he danced and drank. He danced with nobody yet he was
dancing with everybody in the sea of people. He even recalled kissing various
people although he couldn't recall just who exactly he had kissed. First
there was this little pixie of a girl that was replaced with a bigger green
pixie. Then who knew after that.

Strange yet hauntingly familiar sensations were moving through his body and
mind. Some of those sensations he had just learned tonight in the bathroom,
others were even newer than those. There was a general fuzzy glow throughout
his body directly affecting his thinking. He knew these sensations were not
right and try as he could to move away from them, they kept coming.

He dreamed of swimming through a sea of hands. They were caressing and
soothing his new body, but at the same time they were trying to hold him down
under the surface. With no shoreline to swim to, it was an intoxicatingly
unreal pleasurable anxiety. The caressing hands then began to hold on and
linger more than before. As they pulled and held tighter Vick began to
struggle more to keep his head above the surface.

His mind began to race.

'Got to swim harder.'

Then he was under.

'Need . . .air.'

'This doesn't feel right.'

'Stop touching me!'

'I can . . . can see the surface.'

'It's getting . . . farther away.'

'Let me go. Let me go.'

'Air . . . I need air.'

'Have to . . . fight them off.'

'Oh God . . . don't let it end this way.'

'Help . . . somebody please help.'

'I don't want this.'

'Let me go.'

'Stop.'

'No.'

"NNNOOOOOOO!" He shouted out loud as he suddenly sat bolt upright clutching
his arms around himself and gasping for air. Despite the abruptness of
waking, the specifics of the nightmare started to fade, only leaving a hidden
sense of the fear he'd just dreamt of. Disorientated and feeling achy all
over his body, especially in his head, Vick looked around and was met with
very unfamiliar surroundings.

He found that he was in a motel room and the drapes were drawn tight. There
was a light on in the bathroom that illuminated the room enough for him to
see. He was sitting on a bed with the sheets pushed and strewn about. He
hugged himself a little tighter and was surprised again. There, resting on
his folded arms, were two mounds of He had forgotten, in the rush of waking
up in a strange place, that he had been in a costume. After a bit of panicked
groping and checking, he came to remember the wizard and the costume. It was
still weird for him to be feeling breasts on his body and longish hair on his
head. As he slowly regained awareness and calmed down from the nightmare he
felt a strong pressure and a dull ache coming from his bladder and groin.

"Better hit the bathroom before I pee my pants."

Crawling out of the bed and towards the lit bathroom Vick wondered, how the
heck did he get here, just where was here, and what time was here. The last
thing he remembered was drinking, dancing and being harassed by George at the
party.

Stepping into the bathroom Vick noticed his reflection I the mirror. Sure
enough it was the same reflection he'd seen earlier in the evening. This
reflection however showed a girl with messed up hair that would make Albert
Einstein's hair look like it was just styled. The make up around the eyes was
a bit smeared and the lipstick looked as if it had faired no better. The
blouse he had been wearing was opened up half way, enough that he could get a
view of what was being nestled underneath.

"Good morning you two" He addressed the two breasts. "Nothing personal Sis."
Continuing to speak to himself as he turned to face the toilet. "But you like
death warmed over. God, I even feel like death warmed over as well."

Facing the toilet Vick absently reached for his little manhood and came up
empty handed. "Crap, I forgot, it's tucked away for now." So he turned around
again and sat down. The relief was a welcome feeling. However there was a
different feeling that was not going away as his bladder emptied. His new
equipment was feeling sore. Thinking that maybe he'd ran into something he
peeked down to see if there was anything wrong. He did not like what greeted
him.

'Oh my God, it looks like I was bleeding but stopped.' He questioned himself.
It was then that he also realized that he hadn't removed any underwear when
he sat down to pee.

In a flash the realization of what probably had occurred last night hit him
with a force dead center of his being so powerful that whatever had been in
his stomach came out faster than it could have ever gone in. Incredibly Vick
managed to spin around in time to make it in the bowl. Wave after wave of
nausea swept over him. He felt violated like he could never have felt before.
He felt dirty and used. When his stomach decided there was nothing left in it
Vick crawled into the shower and proceeded to try and scrub out the memory of
his imagination as to what could have occurred in the bed of the motel room.

Revulsion gradually was transposed with humiliation. Humiliation at what
could have happened. What 'could' have happened because he still did not
remember anything. Humiliation at the possibility that he, even as a girl,
would even consent to do that. Humiliation then turned into rage. Rage
because he knew that if given a choice he would not have done that. Rage
because if it did happen, then it was without his choice. Rage for the
parasite that could think of doing anything to him like what happened.
Mercifully Vick was spared from the full trauma of the events because of the
lengthy gap in his memory. He knew he hadn't more than two or three drinks
the entire night so being blind dunk was out of the question. That only left
one plausible cause to the missing memories. Someone had drugged him and then
. . . 'Ugh!' He couldn't bring himself to think of it any more. "I'm gonna
kill that monster if it the last thing I do on this earth." He muttered over
and over to himself. After about forty five minutes in the hot shower had
come and gone, the images wouldn't completely rub off no matter how hard he
scrubbed. Eventually feeling somewhat able to deal with the crisis Vick
stepped out of the bathtub and toweled himself off. Wrapping a towel around
his body and one around his head he looked into the clouded mirror and stared
at his reflection.

"What the heck. I just toweled and wrapped up myself like I was a girl
without even thinking anything of it. I've got to get this skin off me now."
Vick headed into the other room with his costume and read the directions on
the collar on how to remove the outfit.

**The biorhythmic enhanced skin will become soft and pliable and able to be
removed after 30 minutes from removing the entire costume clothing and
accessories.** The tag on the blouse read.

"Everything has been removed!" He yelled at the blouse. Grabbing the blouse
he re-read the instructions to see if he had missed anything. According to
the instructions the entire suit need to be intact, present and undamaged in
order for the reversal to take place. The only possible thing that could be
wrong was that missing pair of underwear.

"Damn, I've searched everywhere and no underwear. Nobody better tell me that
my life hangs in the balance due to a missing pair of panties. If that wretch
took off with them he's gonna wish he were dead when I'm done." Looking
around for something else to wear proved fruitless as there was nothing in
the room.

'Damn, damn, damn.' He swore to himself. 'Now I've got to wear this outfit
when I go tell that wizard someone stole his stuff and to please change me
back. It's bad enough that I'm a woman now but I don't like having to walk
around without any underwear either.'

After having checked for a fourth and fifth time to make sure he hadn't left
anything behind he grudgingly put the clothes back on. Eventually, after a
bit of struggle with the bra Vick had managed to get his costume back on and
headed out the door. Once outside he realized that he was only a few blocks
away from the Village. Vick felt a little better about only walking a little
bit to get there.


Chapter 4 - Diagnoses


Hurrying the few block to the Village caused even more stress for Vick. To
start with he was having to be very careful with how fast he wanted to go
versus how fast he was able to keep from falling down with the three inch
platform shoes. With his new physique he was finding that, to walk quickly
and not fall down, his hips would sway from side to side with more definition
than he was used to. To compound the problem of his hip motion, it seemed
that when he walked, his bodies natural up and down motion was greatly
exaggerated by his chest.

So, it was with arms folded under his breasts and quick short steps that Vick
entered through the Village mall doors. He walked through the aisles and
around corners past familiar shops but couldn't seem to locate the little
shop. Panic started to set in and Vick was thinking that it would be just his
luck if the old man had decided to pack it up and move off to another
location.

"One more corner and if he's not there I'm going to as a mall cop if he knows
where this place is." He concluded. Well sure enough there it was. What ever
you were looking for always seemed to be in or at the last place you look.
Stepping through the door and ignoring the tinkle bell go off Vick runs right
into the old man.

"Oh, hello. In a bit of a hurry today I see. Is there something I can help
you with Miss?" queried the sorcerer.

"Yes there is something you can help me with!" Vick exclaimed waving his
hands the length of his body. "I woke up this morning looking like this and I
can't find my underpants."

"Perhaps you could check with the lost and found for you personal belongings
and as for how you look, maybe you should check with your parents."

"Very funny. But you did this." He gestured at his new breasts, "with this
costume. Now when I take it off I'm still a female. Oh, and before I forget,
do you have something that will castrate, maim and disfigure then slowly and
painfully kill someone over the course of a few years?"

"Well miss, to start off with, I generally try to avoid terminating anybody's
life through direct intervention. There's to much paperwork involved when I
have to report it to the sorcerers council. Secondly, I did nothing to you,
for very similar reasons, too much paperwork. However," He raised his hand to
forestall any interruptions from Vick, "I do sell stuff for people to change
themselves, which I might add, requires no paperwork. Besides I don't see any
problem with you being a female. You look quite fetching and if you don't
mind my saying so, were I a few decades younger, I'd ask you out for dinner."

"Excuse me, but I'm not a girl. This costume of yours did it. Remember. >From
yesterday. Gee whiz, you're the wizard and you can't even remember from one
day to the next. No wonder I'm stuck like this."

"Hold your horses there missy. Let's not get your panties in a bunch." Vick
only glared even harder than before. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. Now where
was I? Panties. Yes that's right. Let's not get . . . agitated shall we. Now
I take it from your attitude that this was not something you intended?"

"No way, not in a million years!" came the emphatic negative.

"Don't be so sure of yourself there lass. Now, you don't have all of the
costume together do you?"

"That's what I was trying to say earlier. No underwear. Some freak of a
bastard took them last night." 'Along with something else.' Thought Vick,
which caused him to quiver and get a little nauseated all over again.

"Yes, that would complicate matters wouldn't it. I'm afraid that I need the
complete costume back though."

"But I didn't want this." He cried. "It wasn't even my fault. I don't even
remember what happened." Vicks' eyes slowly began to well up. In a lightly
choked voice he continued. "And . . . please, please don't call me girl
names. It's . . .it's bad enough as it is without that too." The tears
couldn't be held back any more. Seeing the clenched arms and Vick trying to
do his best to hold back the welling emotions, the wizard gave in.

"Always a sucker for blurry eyed damsels." The wizard muttered, mostly to
himself. With an exaggerated wave of the hand the missing set of panties
appeared out of nowhere. "O.K. all you have to do is go put these on then
take the outfit off the same way you put it on, only in reverse. Did that
make sense?"

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Vick clasped his hands in prayer
fashion. Then reaching for the underwear he added, "If there is anything I
can do to repay you for this, let me know. You saved my life."

"We'll discuss that at a later time when you're more receptive to what I'll
need. Right now just go and change in the back."

Vick grabbed the offered underpants and clutched them to his breasts as he
headed to the changing room. Once there he quickly pulled them up his legs
and over his hips. It was with a strange physical sensation and an even odder
sense of deja vu as he did this. The last time he was here, he was thinking
about how fast he wanted to get into the pants of the girl in the mirror.
Well, he was in them now, however, he was looking to get out of them with as
much urgency. Quickly removing all the items in the reverse order Vick was
standing naked in the little room.

"Now what? I'm still a girl!" He cried out.

"Did you forget already?" The wizard responded.

"Forget what? Everything is off and in . . . a . . . half . . . hour . . .
everything will be back to normal." One could almost imagine the light coming
back on over his head as he remembered the directions.

"Good!" Pronounced the wizard. "Now step out here and we'll discuss the
repayment you offered earlier."

"Yeah, but I'm naked in case you forgot."

"Precisely the point dear. I need to take some pictures of you for a project
I'm working on. And it's not like I haven't seen anything on you that I
haven't seen before on other woman."

"But it's the first time for me. I know I'm not supposed to be a girl but
it's still embarrassing just the same." Vick called from behind the curtain.
"Just think of me as your doctor then. I know you've been naked in front of
him before, and don't lie, I already know the truth. Now hurry up, I haven't
all day and neither do you. You probably don't want to hear this, but, for a
guy, you sure are acting like a girl."

"That's not fair!" Vick blurted out as he stepped from behind the curtain,
squared his feet and shoulders then placed his fists on hips in a defiant
manner. "You promised not to refer to me as a female."

"That's perfect, hold still." There was a brilliant flash of blue light that
caught Vick of guard. Rubbing his temporarily blinded eyes he asked, "What
the hell was that for?"

"My project, that's what. I'm in the process of creating a very interesting
deck of playing cards. It'll bring a whole new meaning to the phrases, trump
card, taking a trick, ace high and stud poke-her. Get it?" He chuckled to
himself. "Anyway, now that your over your bashfulness," He waved his arm in
Vicks general direction, "I need you to pose in a few more shots to complete
your suit. I've chosen you to represent the spades."

Vick did indeed realize that he had been standing there completely naked and
not thinking about it while the wizard had pulled a fast one on him.
Resigning his modesty under the pretense that it would all be over in a few
minutes he did as instructed. Though nervous at first, Vick warmed up to the
task. With a little encouragement from the old man he almost had fun doing
the shoot. The whole process was an interesting one he noted. The wizard
would ask him to pose in various positions, some of them quite provocative,
then hold up a blank card in front of him. The old man would mumble something
or other which brought about that great burst of light. In that instant Vicks
image as a woman would be impose onto the card face along with the card
value.

"That's the last one. You can go now. Thank you for your help. If you ever
need anything else, be sure to stop by again." The wizard turned toward and
headed towards another part of the shop.

"Uh, did you forget something yourself oh mister necromancer? I'm still a
girl here. How long have we been here, shouldn't I be changed back by now?"
Vick was thinking that this guy, for a wizard, should be a little more on the
ball than he was leading onto.

"Why so it has been." He commented , glancing back in Vicks direction. "I
wonder why you haven't changed yet. Hum, why don't you come over here under
this lamp thing a ma bob here for moment. Come on." He urged the transformed
boy. "This will allow a better picture of what we're up against."

Standing under the lamp Vick saw his reflection in the mirror and winced. He
also noticed there was a glow all over this girls body. Looking down at
himself he didn't see it, but sure enough it showed up in the mirror.

"Why am I glowing?" He asked.

"Eh, what's that?" inquired the wizard looking up from his crystal ball on
the counter.

"I wanted to know why I am glowing with some sort of pinkish-green glow."
Vick stated as he pointed to the mirror.

"You can see that?" asked the puzzled old man.

"Yeah. Right there. Pinkish-green color with small thin lines or strips of
light blue. Is that what's causing this problem?"

Vick was beginning to wonder why he had remained so calm throughout this
whole ordeal. It's not like people get turned into someone else around here
everyday, right?

"Actually they do." The wizard answered as he looked up from the precious
orb.

"What?" He looked at the wizard, coming out of his reverie.

"You asked if people are changed everyday. They are. Although they usually
don't remember it. And they most assuredly don't have the ability to see
auras of themselves come to think of it. Very interesting." The old man
looked back down and studied the crystal with a bit more intensity. "Let's
see just exactly happened last night that may have cause all this, shall we?"

"I'd rather not if you don't mind." That awful feeling was rising up in his
intestines and he felt his skin was beginning to want to crawl off somewhere
and hide again. "I really don't want any knowledge of that. I don't remember
anything and that's bad enough already."

"Well if you like, I can bypass your knowledge of the involvement and still
get the events that occurred."

Without waiting for an answer the wizard gazed back into the crystal. Slowly
at first, then picking up speed, the events of the last 24 hours were
replayed in reverse, leading back to the day before when the two had first
met over the costume arrangements. What showed up in the crystal was pretty
much everything that Vick could remember but with a different perspective.
What Vick couldn't remember or know about was that the drinks that George
Robinson had kept giving Vick were spiked. The spiked drinks had lowered
Vicks inhibitions and had allowed him to become susceptible to suggestions
without a second thought. The drug had basically taken Vicks consciousness
and told it to go on holiday somewhere for the evening. George, when the drug
had taken effect, had then taken 'Vickie' to a locale motel and had sex with
her. Without Vicks conscious there, Vickie was open to any and all drug
induced suggestions from George. When George was through with his molestation
of Vickie, he had taken the underpants as a trophy to show off back at the
frat house. The wizard noted that the drug was actually a potion that George
had acquired from some mail order shop. George had used it on more than one
occasion and was yet to be caught by the authorities who were looking into
several other complaints from college woman on campus.

The chronicle was then explained to Vick while leaving out some of the
details. "There is a problem Vickie. You see cross magic is tricky business.
As close as I can ascertain, the origin of the potion was probably from some
place called 'Wee Bee Mage Inc.'. A very disreputable source of magic if
there ever was one. They tend to use short cuts that produce very
unpredictable results. Hold on to yourself here darling. I've got some good
news and some bad news to tell you. Which would you prefer first?"

As Vick slumped down on a nearby stool he'd already had an inkling as to what
the bad news was. He only hoped that the good outweighed the bad on this one.

"You might as well just give it to me all at once." Pointing his finger
between his eyes he continued, "Take aim and let me have it." Vick finished
with a sigh of resignation.

"Oh, it's not all that bad of news so stop fretting. Anyway, you're already
sitting so here goes. First off, the magic between the potion and the costume
have combined to sensitize you to the magic spectrum. That funny color you
saw around yourself is your aura. Well, it really isn't but it's the best
explanation for you now. You should be able to pick up on some magical items
and know them for what they really are. You will also be less inclined
towards loosing control of your emotions and see things more logically. That
side effect is a good thing when you're dealing with metaphysical forces and
hormonal changes each month. The down side to this is that you are presently
sort of locked into that current form you now have. You are, for all
practical purposes, a girl in every sense of the word from here on out. You
are officially known to one and all as Vickie Williams. This is your new
identity now. Anything you have or are will be no different than if you were
born a natural female. Loose weight, gain weight. Cramps, periods and, if you
so desire, become pregnant and give birth to a natural child."

The news of this seeped through and filled him. Even though he figured it may
come down to this, there was still a glimmer of hope that it wouldn't. Life
as a woman from now on. Could he . . . no, correct that. Could she live with
this sentence on her life. Would she be able to make the adjustment from a
born and raised one hundred percent male to that of a one hundred percent
female. He may not . . . no. There she went again. 'She' may not have the
same knowledge, habits or desires as someone raised in this form but that
shouldn't pose a problem. It wasn't as if she was still in a costume and
might be made as a male. If anyone had questions as to the way she behaved,
well, tough noogies on them. She'd seen plenty of more macho women around
campus than most of the guys in the frat. That only left her with how to deal
with this new equipment. There wasn't any operating manual and not having
grown up with it, there was no experience as well. She wondered if she would
be able to avoid any unwanted curtain calls of last night.

"Oh, crap!" Vickie stood upright in terror. "Last night. Oh my God, I'm
pregnant now aren't I?"

"No, no you're not pregnant." Chuckled the old man, "But be aware that you
need to take precautions from now on, or you will be in a heartbeat." He
solemnly reassured. "However, again there is another good side. You can be
changed back to your normal self once we determine the nature of the
interacting potion."

"And you can do this, right?"

"That's where we come to the final bit of news. You can look at it as bad
news or good. I personally would like to have you think of it as good news. I
myself have had many experiences over the years and have learned quite a bit
from them. As the saying goes, 'That which doesn't kill us only makes us that
much stronger'. Which is to say that it is all a matter of perspective
really. I am reminded of a time a few years back when I was on an expedition
to find an old artifact. It was required of me to do my searching incognito
as I was not the only one in the hunt. One particular sunny day while
searching through the lesser visited streets in Katmandu a very funny and
interesting thing occurred. To truly understand the humor of it all took me
some time, but with all things, time lessons the severity of events. It
started when I was rounding a corner and bumped right into . . ."

Politely clearing her throat to regain his attention, "Not to sound
ungrateful or impatient, but . . . can you change me back?"

"Hmm, oh yes. Sorry about that. Well, that really depends on all the
extenuating circumstances that surround this situation."

"Remember, Mr. Wizard." Pointing to a spot between her eyes again as she sat
back down, Vickie instructed, "Give it to me straight."

"Alright. As you can see by looking at yourself, the out come of the
amalgamate was very different than what you might have expected. To correct
the predicament is to understand the temperament of the situation. To go back
to the root of the problem and analyze the components that went into the
cohesion of the miscellaneous elements. Once you know the original components
of the homogenous mixture it becomes a relatively simple procedure to
ascertain what the probable course of events will lead to. Thus divulging the
method in which to separate and or amend the predicament at hand. The
difficulty with your circumstance is determining the precise elements that
went into the concoction you unknowingly imbibed. At this juncture in time I
am not able to accurately ascertain them. I could guess at their nature, but
that would only guarantee a less than one percent chance of success. Not
something I would personally gamble with."

"Whoa there. I know I said give it to me straight, but let me see if I'm
following this right. What you're saying is, you could change me back if you
knew what I drank. Right?"

"Well, if you want to put it in simple layman's terms. Yes"

"But you can't, because you don't know the stuff?"

"I thought I said that already?"

"Is there anyway to find out what I did drink?" she asked hopefully.

"There sure is." The wizard responded and a glimmer of hope shown on the
changed girls worried face. "I should be able to get the information in about
six months."

"Six months! I don't think I can hold out that long. This is already way to
weird. First there's my folks practically forcing me to go to a four year
college, then they screw up at school with my schedule, and now this. My
entire sophomore year will be practically be spent as a girl before I can
even get changed back. If I were a suspicious person, I'd think I was set up.
But it couldn't be, right? Who'd want to do this to me?" The look of defeat
was taking over the demeanor of the young woman sitting on the stool. "So
tell me, why do I have to wait for six months for this?"

"That's when the convention meets. I'll be able to contact the wizard who
concocted the potion and get the particulars. It will cost me some, but
that's why you did that little modeling job for me. Magicians and wizards
tend to get finicky about giving any secrets. They'll trade for them for
sure, but seldom do they give them up for nothing.

"You might as well sit back and enjoy the opportunity life has given you.
Remember what I said earlier about gaining experiences. Think of this as one
of those times. This will be a great time for you to see how the other half
lives. Sit back and enjoy the ride.

"Take this shoulder bag. It has everything you need to know in it." The
gentle man began guiding Vickie towards the door. "You be sure to look me up
if there is anything you need. My door is always open."

"What, you're kicking me out already? But what about teaching that pervert
that caused all this a lesson. Even though it makes me nauseous to think
about again. Still, no matter what it takes or costs, I'll do just about
anything to teach the monster a lesson. I really want to see that guy hanging
by his manhood from a rope."

"As for taking care of the boy, I have a little something in mind. You should
see some results within the next two days. If you're not satisfied with what
I've come up with come back and we can see if there's anything better. You
need to go now my dear because, to use an analogy, in order for young birds
to learn to fly on their own, they are often pushed out of their nests.
Additionally, I've got a lot of work to do."

With that, Vickie found herself outside the store on her own. Clutching her
back pack she headed for the mall atrium. Once there she started looking
through her belongings to find out more about who she'd become. A look into
her small wallet revealed along with some money, three credit cards, a
student ID with her picture on it, a check book, and a drivers license with
the address of her parents home. All of these were made out in the name of
Victoria Williams. Other things in her bag included a formal acceptance
letter from one of the sororities, a curriculum guide filled out for courses
needed to finish and graduate with a degree in medical school (current
classes already noted of course), and a financial aid packet that included an
athletic sports scholarship for participation on the college softball team.
There was also a makeup bag, some feminine protection products (of the
hygiene and latex variety), a notebook, and a textbook titled 'The Modern
Women: Understanding the Changing Role in Today's Society'.

'Well it looks like I'm going to be busy for a while.' She spoke to herself.
'I better head over to the house and find out what else is in store for me.'

Having said that, the new young woman headed out the mall muttering to
herself. "That which doesn't kill me, makes me stronger That which doesn't
kill me , makes me stronger. Yeah, right. Maybe if I say it enough times I
might believe it."


Chapter 5 - Quick and Painless?

Meanwhile the boys at the frat house are watching sports on the tube, talking
and bragging about last night's party. They each tell how their one-night
stand worked. The front door bell rings and George, who was about to reveal
his story, gets up and opens the door. A gorgeous well-proportioned woman
wearing a skimpy maid's outfit is standing at the door. Next to her are a few
suitcases. As George sizes her up he thinks, 'Man is she stacked. I can't
wait to try my one night stand potion on her.' The rest of the boys happen to
get a glance at their guest at the door and within moments are on George's
heels.

George and the maid look each other over. Their eyes lock. There is a
tingling sensation throughout his body. The hair on his neck prickles. If he
were holding a light bulb in his hand it just may well have been glowing.
There's a flash in his mind. In that instant he finds himself outside on the
porch, facing the front door, looking into the eyes of his fellow frat
members. He feels slightly disconnected from reality. As if watching a show
from within the show.

In a soft lusty voice the woman at the door says, "My name is Gloria
Robinson, I'm here for the live-in maid service position. I come well
equipped for the job and will enjoy fulfilling all your needs."

In his mind George thinks, 'How did I get out here? Since when did we decide
to hire a maid? Wait a second, did I just say my name was Gloria, the maid?
Jesus, what the hell's going on?'

"Looks like we'll all enjoy you!" the frat boys say with drooling looks.
"Sorry, we mean you'll enjoy the house. Working here that is."
snicker-snicker.


Gloria the maid, lightly placing a hand over her buxom chest, giggles along
with them as she enters the lions den.

If you happened to have been on the front porch at the same time as Gloria,
and were listening very carefully, you may have heard the mind of George
Robinson scream for his life. If you missed it, have no worry, Gloria and the
frat boys are still there, enjoying their new friendship. Should you be in
the neighborhood please feel free to stop by anytime and check it out. You
may still hear, even today, the sound of retribution.

Chapter 6 - A Second Opinion

In another part of town an elderly well dressed woman is standing in what
looks to be an old curiosity shop in the Village mall. She watches as the old
man behind the counter begins laughing to himself and asks of him, "What's
gotten to be so funny now my good wizard?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just wrapping up a few loose ends and enjoying the
surprise endings." The wizards' mirth begins to settle down then posed a
question to the woman in front of him. "Is there anything I can help you with
today Ma'am?"

"Yes, yes there is. You can start by either giving me my money back or by
correcting the error you made with my request." Firmly stated the woman.

"That would be fine if I did in fact make an error as you claim I have." He
held up his hand to stop an oncoming rebuttal. "However let me go over a few
of the facts that you may not have been brought up to speed on. First of all,
your friend of the family is successfully enrolled in school with a clear
college degree laid out for a promising career. Am I correct?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"Secondly, this student is now or soon will be actively involved in extra
curricular school activities and events. Which, I may add, will broaden this
students' horizons, as you requested. Am I still correct?"

"Yes, but I . . . "

"Next, this student of yours has now taken an active part in improving their
well being and also has a renewed interest in becoming more socially aware
and involved. Is there anything else we're missing or did I follow through
with your wishes?"

"No . . . no you're right. You did what I asked and I thank you for that.
It's just, well . . . the results are just not exactly what I was looking
for."

"Mrs. Edwards, I know you care very much about this person but rare are the
individuals who get everything they are looking for. We should all be
thankful for the little that we do get, and if we happen to get more, we
should be as equally thankful. Don't you agree?"

"I know. Of all people, I should know that. And I am happy for what has
transpired. It's just that her parents and I were hoping for the family
tradition to continue. It would have made Vicki's parents so proud for them
to have a third generation State's College cheerleader in the family."

The End?