Changed into a Goth Girl

Copyright Mindi Flyth, 2014.

For more erotic transformation tales, visit mindiflyth.blogspot.com.

"Come on," Eli said. "Get up, you pussy."

Eli was standing over Dylan Bixby, who was lying on the floor of the Ovid High School gym with his nose
gushing blood. They were playing dodgeball and Eli had just slammed Bixby with a really sweet headshot.

Now all the kids in gym class were crowding into a tight circle around them to gawk. Eli's friend Joe
laughed and gave Eli a thumb's up, and Eli returned it. But then Eli groaned as he heard the sound of
Coach Mungo's sneakers squeaking across the gym floor, coming quickly towards them.

Mungo was a fat, ugly old dyke, and she was always giving Eli a hard time.

"Damn it," Mungo said, breaking into the circle of kids. "Everybody back off, let me see what the hell
happened."

She gave Bixby a hand up from the floor.

"How ya doing, Bixby? You need to see the nurse?"

Bixby tilted his head back and pinched his nostrils, not looking at anybody.

"I'm fine," he said quietly.

Eli and his friend Austin shared a grin. No way was that skinny little sophomore pussy fine. The ball had
slammed his nose so hard that he was probably gonna be smelling rubber for a week.

"Go on," Mungo told Bixby. "Get to the nurse and have her take a look."

Bixby slumped his narrow shoulders and headed for the door. Then Mungo turned to face Eli, her big,
pink face even pinker than usual.

"I want to see you in my office after school today, Eli."

Eli smiled.

"Sorry, coach. Wrestling team's got a dual meet after school. I gotta be there."

"No, you gotta be in my office at 3:30 PM."

"What? Come on, coach! It was an accident!"

"I'll see you at 3:30. Now go take five on the bleachers, boy."

Eli swore under his breath and trudged over to the bleachers. This was the team's first dual meet of the
year and now he was gonna have to miss it, thanks to that ugly lezbo bitch.

But then he saw Marlena sitting by herself in the second row of the bleachers and his mood instantly
improved. Tormenting Marlena was always a good time.
Marlena was one of those little goth tards who always wore black funeral dresses, stripey tights and
spooky Dracula-lady makeup. She called herself a witch, and she actually believed in black magic and all
that crap. She often sat out gym because she had asthma or something, and she'd spend the whole
period on the bleachers reading moldy old books she brought from home.

She was quickly flipping through one of her books now, but when she saw Eli coming she carefully placed
a bookmark between the pages and looked down at him.

"Well" she said, "that little scene was really quite horrible, even for you. Did you break poor Dylan's
nose?"

"Nah. But there's always next time."

He climbed up the bleachers and sat down beside her, and she sighed heavily and slid a few feet away
from him on the bench.

When they were kids, Marlena had been kind of scrawny and dorky-looking. But over the last few
semesters she'd turned into quite a little hottie, with a really sweet pair of tits she kept hidden under all
those layers of black lace. It made teasing her more fun than ever.

Eli slid closer to her and grinned.

"Aw, why don't you wanna sit with me? Don't you like me?"

She slid another few feet away.

"No, I don't. To call you a butthole would be an insult to buttholes."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"That's hilarious. You're a funny girl, Bloody Mary."

Her pale cheeks flushed slightly and she looked away, crossing her legs. He was getting to her now.

"Oh, Christ," she muttered. "Just don't even start that shit."

"What's the matter, Bloody Mary? Am I upsetting you? Why don't you use your witchy powers, and turn
me into a toad?"

She squirmed, folding her arms tightly over her big, fine, goth chick jugs. Eli was starting to feel warm all
over.

"We're seniors now," she said. "Eighteen freakin' years old. I can't believe you still think that Bloody Mary
shit is funny."

He leaned closer, so there was no chance of anybody in the gym overhearing him.

"Poor Bloody Mary. I remember it like it was yesterday. That day on the bus, when your dirty little twat
started to bleed all over the place. You got the seat all messy, and everybody laughed at you."

For a moment he thought she was going to cry, but she just gave him a disgusted, hateful look instead.
It'd been a long time since he'd been able to make her cry, but he never stopped trying.

"They laughed when you pointed it out," she said, "and started calling me Bloody Mary. I was 13 years
old. Just a freaking kid. And you humiliated me, in front of everybody. They called me that stupid name for
years, thanks to you."

He shrugged.

"Well, you earned the name. You were a dirty girl. And you still are. Aren't you, Bloody Mary?"

She looked like she wanted to murder him, right there on the bleachers. Seeing her lose it like this was
still the funniest thing in the world. He was sure going to miss her after they graduated.

"You were a cruel, rotten boy," she said through clenched teeth. "And you're gonna be a cruel, rotten
man."

Suddenly she snatched his wrist and turned his hand so it was palm side up. He started to pull away, but
her grip was surprisingly strong.

She peered down at his palm intently, and spoke in a low voice.

"Oh, Eli. You poor, stupid monkey. Your future looks even worse than I thought. Keep going the way you
are, and in five years you're gonna end up rotting in prison. In ten, you'll be dead."

He yanked his hand away and laughed. This was classic Bloody Mary!

Just then the coach blew her whistle and signaled that Eli could rejoin the game. Eli nodded to her, then
turned back to Marlena.

"Sorry to leave you during such a stimulating discussion," he said. "But I gotta go kick some asses."

Marlena looked at him for a long moment, then she gave him a creepy little grin.

"Sure," she said at last. "Go on. Go be a big, mean bully boy. Enjoy it while it lasts."

He tried to think of a reply, but he was stumped. What the hell did that even mean?

Bloody Mary just seemed to get weirder every year.

The rest of the game didn't go as well for Eli. His missed a lot of shots, and whenever he did manage to
peg anybody with the ball, they shrugged it off way too easily. By the time the bell rang he was
exhausted, shaking and sweaty.

As he was leaving the gym he glanced at the bleachers and saw Marlena putting her book in her bag,
getting ready to go. She beamed at him, her face full of crazy, wicked glee. It gave Eli the creeps.
Marlena never smiled, about anything.

He stepped into the showers and started to scrub up, savoring the feel of the hot water on his sore
shoulders. But when he glanced over at Joe showering, he got the weirdest feeling.

Joe was just 18 too, but he already looked like a college guy, tall and powerful. As Eli watched Joe
rubbing the soap into his bulging biceps and shoulders, he suddenly felt kind of small and weak in
comparison. He told himself that he was just being stupid. After all, he was actually taller than Joe, and in
better shape too.

But then Eli looked down at his own biceps, and saw that they did look a lot less impressive than Joe's. A
couple of the other guys on the wrestling team were in the showers with them, and as Eli looked around
now he saw that they all had much bigger muscles than he did.

It didn't make any sense. He'd been working out all summer, and he'd thought he was in prime condition.
He'd looked so good, flexing in the mirror at home. But the light in his bedroom must have been playing
tricks on him or something, because now he could see that he definitely wasn't the biggest guy on the
team anymore. He was actually kind of scrawny, compared to the other guys.

He tried not to think about it. He was just going to have to work out a lot harder, that was all. He'd be back
in shape soon.

But then he glanced down at his cock.

He'd always felt pretty confident about it. He was around seven inches hard, bigger than a lot of guys.
None of his girlfriends had ever complained.

But seeing it now, it looked like such a sad, shrimpy little thing. He couldn't remember it looking this small
since he'd been in junior high. He told himself that it was just shrunken from the temperature of the room
or something. (But wasn't it cold that was supposed to make your dick shrink? The shower room was
blazing hot.)

Trying not to make it too obvious, her peeked down at Joe's cock, for comparison's sake. It looked
enormous, so much bigger than his own. Really long, and thick too. So thick.

Eli realized he was staring and turned away quickly, his stomach churning. Why had he been staring at
Joe's cock? And why did he feel such a powerful urge to look back at Joe now?

He sneaked another peek, watching as the hot water ran down Joe's hard abs and dripped off the tip of
that long, thick cock. As Joe lathered up some soap on his chest, Eli started to get the same kind of hot,
dizzy feeling he got whenever he saw a really sexy girl. He even felt his own little cock stirring slightly,
starting to stiffen a bit.

Oh, no. Was he actually getting hard for Joe?

This couldn't be happening. He wasn't a fag. He'd never had a faggy thought, not ever!

He closed his eyes and thought about his grandmother's funeral. How she had looked in the casket, all
gross and waxy. He'd think of anything to not get an erection right now. He absolutely could not get an
erection right now.

"Jesus, Eli. Maybe you need to cut back on the Powerbars a little."

He opened his eyes and turned to face Austin, who was showering behind him. Austin's stupid cock was
even bigger than Joe's. Eli struggled not to look down at it. He was surrounded by buff, naked dudes with
huge cocks, and suddenly that was a real problem.

"What do you mean?"

"You've got bitch tits," Austin said.

He smirked, pointing down at Eli's chest. Eli looked down and saw that his pecs were suddenly kind of fat
and pointy. He shook his head, struggling to believe what he was seeing. His chest had been firm and
flat, like 30 seconds ago!

"What the hell?"

He reached up to touch his pecs. They didn't feel sore or swollen, they weren't red or itchy. They were
just soft, flabby man-boobs, and they looked like they'd always been there.

"This must be an allergic reaction or something," he said.

"Yeah, right," Joe said with a laugh. "Is your ass having an allergic reaction too?"

"What?"

Eli strained to look over his own shoulder, to get a better look at his ass. Even from this awkward vantage
point, he could see it sticking out far more than he was used to. Looking down, he saw his hips looked
wide, too. His waist was still slim, but suddenly he had prominent hips and a great big ass.

"Damn," Austin said. "You are looking pretty wide, back there. You got a bigger ass than Carlita!"

Carlita was a cheerleader at school. She had an ass like a horse, and all the guys teased her about it.

Without thinking about how it would look, Eli put his hands over his ass to try and cover it so the boys
wouldn't be able to see it. Austin and Joe burst into laughter.

"Screw you both," Eli said, his voice cracking. What the hell? His voice hadn't cracked in years!

He switched off the water and hurried out of the shower room as the laughter of his so-called friends
echoed behind him.

He grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist, then he grabbed another and held it against
his chest to cover himself, just like his sister Gertrude used to do whenever she got out of the shower and
was in too much of a hurry to worry about her little brother seeing her.

He spotted a foggy mirror in the far corner of the locker room and raced over to it, but as his bare feet
splashed through the gross puddles on the floor he could feel his man-boobs jiggling and bouncing
behind the towel. It actually felt like they were even bigger and fatter than they'd been just a few seconds
ago, and glancing down he saw that it was true. He had some real cleavage now.

He wiped the fog off the mirror and got a look at himself, desperately scanning his reflection for any more
changes. His whole body looked kind of weird. It was like everything was migrating south. His shoulders
and waist were too narrow, and his hips and ass were way too wide. His face looked all wrong too, pale
and kind of smoothed out somehow, like somebody had really worked him over in Photoshop. He reached
up to touch his chin and found that there was no friction at all, not even a trace of stubble.

And then, as he watched, his cheeks instantly filled out a bit and his hard jawline lost some definition. His
eyes looked different too, like he had longer lashes. All of a sudden he looked like a big gay eunuch or
something.

This was not the face of a guy who belonged on the wrestling team. This was the face of some lisping
homo the guys on the wrestling team would beat up.

He felt a painful tightness across the skin of his chest, and he lifted his towel away slightly so he could
look down at himself. As he did, his man-boobs made a sound like somebody scrunching a toy balloon
and they abruptly swelled up into two distinctly feminine-looking little breasts.

These were not man-boobs. He had tits like a girl in junior high. Actual tits.

Another sharp pain and squeaky balloon noise, and his tits instantly puffed up even more. He was now
well on his way to a set of full, womanly breasts.
He had to get to the school nurse!

With shaking fingers he managed to work the combination to his gym locker, then he grabbed his clothes
and started pulling them on as fast as he could. His t-shirt had been tight before, the better to show off his
muscles, but now it hung loose on his body, his rapidly expanding boobs obvious through the thin blue
fabric. He wasn't quite dry, and the lingering damp of his skin soon soaked through the shirt, making it
cling to his cleavage and exposing the outline of his large, stiff nipples. From the neck down, he looked
like a wet t-shirt contest!

He got into his briefs quickly, but as he moved to pull on his pants he found that they were now much too
big for him. He tightened his belt as tight as it would go, but he still had to hold his pants up with one hand
or they'd fall right back down around his ankles.

He stepped into his sneakers but his feet were lost in them, like when he was a kid and he used to try on
his sister's shoes for a joke. So he yanked the sneakers off and moved to chuck them back on the top
shelf, but... now something else was wrong. Very wrong.

The shelf was too high. Suddenly he had to stand on his tip-toes and strain to reach it.

He closed the locker and saw that the handle was right at his eye level now. He was used to it being
about a foot lower. The locker room was starting to fill up with the other guys, and as he glanced around
wildly he realized that he was suddenly looking up at them all. Normally he was one of the tallest guys in
school, but now he was even shorter than Sparkplug, the shortest guy on the wrestling team.

He stepped back from the locker door, but as he looked down at his hand, it was unrecognizable to him.
Pale and little and soft, just like a girl's hand. And were his fingernails getting darker?

He looked at his arms and saw that his wiry, coarse arm hair was gone, replaced by a downy, barely
perceptible peach fuzz. Worse, the muscles of his arms weren't just underwhelming anymore. They were
rapidly deflating. In seconds all of his muscles, the biceps and triceps he'd worked so hard to hone to
perfection, shrank away completely and left him with soft, twiggy little arms.

He abandoned his sneakers on the locker room floor and hurried out of the room before any of the other
guys could notice what was happening to him. If they saw him looking like this, he'd never hear the end of
it.

He'd never been sick at school, so he wasn't totally sure which way the nurse's office was. He had a
hunch it was to the east, so he headed that way as fast he could, one hand awkwardly holding up his
constantly sagging pants and his other arm wrapped tightly around his chest, struggling to cover his new
tits. As he jogged through the halls the tile floors were cold and hard on his bare feet, and his tits just
seemed to get bigger and bouncier with every step.

It wasn't just the tits that made running feel weird. The weight of his new ass was throwing everything off,
and his shorter legs meant he couldn't run as fast as he was used to. And the more he ran, the longer his
pant legs got and the more he tripped over them. He was getting even smaller!

He turned a corner and crashed right into somebody, knocking them both to the ground.

"God damn it," Eli said, struggling back to his feet. "Why don't you watch where you're..."

And then he saw that he was looking up at Dylan Bixby. Bixby had always been a scrawny little geek, but
now he suddenly seemed huge. Eli felt like a kid, standing next to him.

Eli stepped back and bit his lip, trying not to look as terrified as he felt. If Bixby wanted to kick his ass now
- and he had every reason to - he could easily do it. Eli desperately hugged his wet tits as tightly as he
could, trying to keep Bixby from seeing them.
This couldn't be happening. All of a sudden he was smaller than Bixby, and he had tits. Eli didn't have
many nightmares, but the nightmares he did have were never this bad.

Bixby smiled down at him.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't see you."

Eli blinked, totally baffled. That was it? Bixby wasn't going to say anything about how the guy who had
been torturing him for years was suddenly a foot shorter and had big, jiggly jugs?

Bixby looked at him more closely.

"Hang on," he said. "Have we met? You look kind of familiar."

"What? Bixby, I'm..."

Eli stopped. His voice sounded all wrong. Too high. Too soft.

"I'm... I'm..."

It was a girl voice. He had a girl voice!

Just then a bell rang, loud and shrill, signaling the end of class. Suddenly the hall was flooded with
students.

Oh, no! Everybody would see him!

He spun away from Bixby, looking for the nearest place to hide until everybody was in class. The boy's
restroom was at the far end of the hall, but he was separated from it by a growing sea of kids.

Glancing to his right he saw the door to the girl's restroom, and he lunged for it. It was the last place he
wanted to be now, but he could lock himself in a stall and hide.

But as he entered the restroom he saw himself in the mirror, and froze.

He didn't look like himself. He didn't even look like a boy. He looked just like a butch teenage girl. Kind of
thick and boyish, but definitely female.

He rushed to the mirror and touched his smooth, hairless cheeks, trying to believe that this was really
him. The girl in the mirror looked back at him with a trembling lower lip and wild eyes. She had his hair,
short and light, and still damp from the shower... but as he watched, tufts of darker hair began to grow out
from his scalp and hang down on either side of his face, tickling his cheeks.

Years ago he'd found one of Gertrude's dusty toys in the garage. It was this freaky Barbie head thing,
where you were supposed to turn a little crank and her hair would get longer, golden strands of doll hair
growing out of hundreds of little holes all over her plastic scalp. That's what seemed to be happening to
him, right now. It was like somebody was turning a crank and making him grow long hair like the Barbie
head.

Except the hair growing from his scalp wasn't gold. It was a deep, glossy black, and waves of the stuff
were tickling the back of his neck and flowing down past his ears.

Suddenly something dark fell across his eyes. He swept it away, and found that he now had midnight
black bangs streaked with an electric blue. He brushed them out of his face, and saw that he had thick
black and blue hair, all the way down to his shoulders.
Every trace of masculinity was gone from his face now. He had powder-white skin, kittenish eyes with
long, fluttery lashes, a pert nose, soft cheeks, and kissy little lips.

He wasn't just a girl. He was pretty.

He didn't want to be pretty!

He whimpered in fright, and his voice came out as a little squeak. A girl squeak!

"No! No, this can't be real! This isn't happening!"

Then he felt the worst pain yet across his chest, and his tits began to jump and jostle like puppies playing
inside his shirt. In an instant, they'd swelled by another cup size or two.

He reached up to grab them, and found his hands full of big, solid girl tits. Girl tits, on his own body!

He squeezed and probed them gingerly. Touching his tits was just like feeling up one of his girlfriends...
only instead of feeling up tits that were on a girl, where they belonged, these tits were attached to his own
chest.

His fingertip grazed one of his nipples, sending a little shiver through his whole body. He'd always loved
to sneak up behind his girlfriends and surprise them by pinching their nipples. Girls had such sensitive
nipples, and it was so funny to tweak a girl's tits and make her shriek with shock and outrage.

But these tits, with their big, stiff, terribly sensitive nipples, belonged to him now.

He coughed as he tasted a squirt of bitterness on his tongue, like lemon juice. In the mirror he saw
something dark appear on his lower lip, and for a moment he thought his mouth was bleeding. But as he
leaned forward for a closer look, he saw that some kind of bizarre, glossy blackness was spreading
across his lips, like the flow from a spilled bottle of ink. Moments later the dark color had covered his lips
completely, and it looked just like he was wearing shiny black lipstick.

He worked his mouth and pursed his lips in the mirror, not believing what he was seeing. Then he turned
sideways, gawking at his tits in profile. They were really big now, and not just for a dude. Jessica
Mittzerlot in his social studies class wasn't even this big, and the guys all called her Juggsica Titsalot
behind her back.

No illness or allergic reaction could do this to a guy. There was nothing that could suddenly give him big
tits, and put lipstick on his face. Eli was going crazy, that was the only explanation.

Then his eyes suddenly began to itch and burn intensely, and he felt them tearing up. It was like
somebody had thrown a handful of salt right in his face. He yanked a paper towel from one of the
dispensers and dabbed at his eyes, groaning in pain. This hurt was too real, it couldn't be a hallucination.

But as he squinted at himself in the mirror, he saw that he was weeping black and purple tears, and they
were flowing out to perfectly rim each eye in darkness. Then suddenly the pain was gone and it looked
just like he was wearing spooky and elaborate eye makeup, like he had spent a long time applying
eyeliner and mascara just so.

He reached up and desperately tried to smear the coloring away from his eyes and lips, but his hands
came away without a smudge. The makeup wouldn't come off!

As he was looking at his hands he felt stabs of pain at the tips of his fingers, and saw that his nails were
rapidly growing and getting darker. In seconds, they were shiny black and an inch long.
He had a sudden flashback to last Halloween, when Ashley Rohrbacher had come to Austin's party as a
sexy Bride of Frankenstein and gotten so wasted she didn't know what she was doing. Her long nails
were painted shiny black, and they'd looked so good around Eli's cock when she'd jerked him off in the
bathroom.

Now his hands looked just like hers. Little, white and soft, with shiny black nails.

He felt an ominous tightening down in his groin, like somebody was giving him the worst wedgie ever.
Without even looking, he knew: his cock was getting yanked inside of his body! It was going to disappear
inside of him, and make him a girl for real, where it counted most.

He shoved a hand down into his pants and felt his cock jumping and squirming, like a wild little thing
trying to escape his grasp. He grabbed it as tight as he could, held on until it hurt, until it was just a tiny,
wriggling worm he was pinching with his long black nails. But then it just slipped away, and he found
nothing in his pants but soft fuzz and fleshy little lips with a moist cleft between them.

He yanked his hand back out of his pants and choked back his revulsion. His finger had been inside his
pussy. He had a pussy now, and he had touched it.

He stared at his new self in the mirror. Too frightened to move, too stunned to scream.

He was a girl.

He couldn't be a girl.

But he was a girl.

Then he jumped in surprise as his pants fell down on the bathroom floor, instantly crumbled to ash around
his ankles, and were gone. With a quiet little FOOF sound, it was as if they were never there.

He felt the cold of the room on his bare legs, and looking down he saw that they were now pale, smooth
and hairless, just like a girl's. His t-shirt hung halfway down his thighs, and as he watched it gathered
itself tight against his new curves and darkened by several shades, quickly transforming into a little black
dress with a plunging neckline.

He yelped as he felt something wriggling inside his dress, crawling across his shoulders and beneath
each boob. He pulled down his neckline and saw that a fancy, purple, satiny bra was arranging itself
around his tits, hiking up his heavy boobs and putting his cleavage on display.

"No," he said to his reflection. "Not a bra! Don't make me wear a bra! Please!"

How many times had he snapped a bra strap against some girl's back, just to make her squeal? How
many times had he gotten a drunken cheerleader in the back seat of his car, talked her out of her shirt
and then reached behind her to clumsily unhook her bra with one hand? How many times had he walked
in on his mom's gross, wet bras, hanging up to dry in the bathroom?

Bras were for girls. Girls. Not him!

Then he heard little popping sounds, like somebody was snapping all the bubbles on one of those plastic
packing sheets. Fancy black bows, ribbons and ruffles were springing up here and there all over his
dress, giving it a gloomy but super-girly look. He looked like a vampire girl going to her prom.

One larger, eye-catching bow suddenly blossomed at his neckline, right between his breasts. He reached
up tentatively to touch it, and a knotted clump of black thread scuttled like a spider off the dress and onto
his hand. He tried to shake it off, but the awful thing went skittering across his wrist, scattered in all
directions to encase his arm from elbow to knuckle, and then quickly reformed into a fingerless fishnet
glove. Seconds later, another glove had manifested itself on his other wrist.

He felt an unbearable tickling spreading down his thighs, like a swarm of bugs buzzing across his skin. He
yanked up his skirt and found little black lines of thread criss-crossing themselves all over his legs, lines
soon resolving themselves into fishnet stockings.

In a flash his white briefs became satiny purple panties with a cute, feminine little bow right over the place
where his cock should have been. But there was no masculine bulge to be found down there now, only a
hint of camel toe.

He dropped his skirt back down and stood there gasping in terror, awaiting whatever nightmarish thing
would happen to him next. He could sprout wings, melt into a puddle, change into a Cocker Spaniel.
Reality had turned inside out and anything was possible now.

A few moments passed. Nothing happened, at all. No part of his body was growing or shrinking. He didn't
have any new parts, and he hadn't lost any more of his old parts.

He checked his boobs and butt, looked at his arms and legs, touched his face and hair. Was his
transformation finally complete?

He took a step back from the mirror and looked at himself. He saw a very short, curvy, pale, painted goth
chick staring back. Nothing about her looked like a young man, like Eli. She was just a pretty teenage girl,
dressed up like she was going out for Halloween.

And she looked familiar, somehow. He couldn't say where he had seen this face before, but it reminded
him of somebody.

He heard footsteps in the hall outside, and saw a shadow approaching under the bathroom door.
Somebody was coming!

He scrambled back to the farthest stall, got inside and fumbled with the latch, trying to lock it in place. He
heard the restroom door swing open and he shrank back against the farthest corner of the stall, holding
his breath. The thought of anybody seeing him like this was too awful to contemplate. Nobody could see
him as a girl, not ever!

He heard the sound of high heels against the bathroom tile. Somebody was walking slowly and
deliberately, getting closer to his stall.

He could hear his heart throbbing in his ears. But was it even his heart anymore? Did he have a new girl
heart now, too? The thought of this new girl body - full of somebody else's parts, a girl heart and girl lungs
and girl guts and probably ovaries and a womb and everything - made him want to scream.

But he couldn't scream. He couldn't make a sound, or else...

The stall door swung open and there was Marlena. The last person on Earth he wanted to see him right
now. Marlena couldn't see him as a girl, as a stupid goth chick, just like her! This was just what she would
have wanted! Just what she...

He looked down at his ruffly black dress and fishnets, at his pale white hands with their long, black nails.
Then he looked at Marlena. She had a huge, smug grin.

"Oh, my goodness," she said. "You turned into such a cute baby bat."

He blinked at her stupidly.

"That's what we call brand new little goths like you," she said. "Baby bats."
"How..." he said at last. "How did you..?"

"I'm a witch, dummy. I've been telling you that for years."

A witch. Witches were real. Marlena was a witch.

"I'm still learning," she said, "but my mom and my Aunt Edith helped me with this spell. A bit of the old
hocus pocus, and presto change-o, you went from jock dick to goth chick."

Eli was trying not to hyperventilate, and glancing down at his own heaving cleavage certainly didn't help.

"You turned into such a little cutie," Marlena said. "Mom and Aunt Edith are gonna go nuts when I bring
you home."

Eli struggled to form words.

"They're gonna... when you..."

"Yeah. We talked it over, and we agreed that turning you into a girl was a really good idea, but it wasn't
fair to just leave you like this with no home or family or anything. You need someplace to stay while you
get used to the new you. So you're gonna come live with us now. My mom said I can keep you, as long
as I take good care of you."

She put her hands on her hips and beamed at him proudly.

"We turned you into my new little sister," she said. "Your name is Elizabeth now. Isn't that pretty?"

It seemed like half a minute passed before Eli could speak again.

"What? But you can't... I can't be your... "

"You're gonna start high school all over again," Marlena said, "but this time you're gonna be a little
freshman goth chick. And I'm gonna be your big sis!"

Eli's new girl heart was beating so fast he could hardly think. What did she mean, he was going to start
over as a freshman? Turning him into a girl was one thing, but could Marlena really make him younger
too?

He rushed out of the stall past her, and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Just since the last time he'd seen himself, he'd lost a few years. He was now 14, perhaps 15, tops.
Freshman age. He was still very pretty and rather curvy for his age, but now he was baby-faced under all
of his dramatic makeup, giving an even stronger impression of a girl dressed up in a spooky costume for
Trick or Treat.

"Oh my God," Marlena said. "You are so cute!"

She came up behind him, put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder, so she was
looking at them both in the mirror. Her senior body was now much bigger than his freshman one. She was
all grown up, and he was just a kid.

Looking at the two of together now, Eli realized why his new face had looked so familiar. He looked a lot
like Marlena. He wasn't her twin, but anybody who saw them together would just assume that he was her
kid sister. They even had a matching little mole on their left cheeks.
"You should thank me," she purred in his ear. "You were such a horrid sack of crap that you really did
deserve to be turned into a toad and left to spend the rest of your days croaking on a log in some swamp.
But I decided to be merciful, and give you a second chance instead."

He moved to break away from her embrace, but she held him firmly against her with little effort, like a
mother gently holding her misbehaving child in place. She leaned in and kissed his neck, leaving a black
lipstick print on his skin. Then she playfully nuzzled her nose against his cheek, her breath hot on his skin.

"By the time we're done with you, you're gonna be such a good, sweet young lady. There's gonna be
nothing left of that big, yucky boy you used to be."

She tightened her grip around his slender waist, pulling him closer so the back of his head was resting
between her tits. After years of looking down on girls, being next to such an enormous woman was
terrifying. Marlena was soft and warm and she smelled sweet, but she was just too big. It was like being
cuddled by an over-friendly tiger.

Marlena sighed contentedly.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Best idea ever. I always wanted a little sister."

"You can't do this," he said to their reflection. His voice was even higher, now that he was a kid. "Come
on, change me back into a guy! Right now!"

Marlena spoke in a sickly sweet sing-song.

"I know, freshman year can be a scary time for a young girl. But your big sis will be here to look after you.
And you'll see, being a baby bat is gonna be so much fun. We're gonna go shopping together at all these
cool stores I know, and we'll buy you lots of pretty outfits. And some of my old dresses should fit you now,
too. I've got this one corset blouse that is gonna look so cute on you. You can wear it to school
tomorrow."

Her arms were looser around him now, and he broke free and spun to face her.

"This is crazy! I'm not gonna wear dresses and stuff!"

She smirked, reached over and began to toy with the fancy black bow at his neckline. Eli cringed slightly,
avoiding her gaze. All of a sudden, having somebody's hands so close to his chest made him really
uncomfortable. It drew too much attention to his... things.

"Hush now," Marlena said quietly. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do whatever your big sis says."

Eli looked down at his outfit, at all the black lace and frills, the fishnets, the neckline that showed off his
cleavage so it was always right there, lurking just at the edge of his vision. He was going to have to dress
like this all the time?

Marlena smiled a big, naughty smile, clearly savoring what was coming next.

"Besides," she said, "you'll want to look pretty... for boys."

"Boys? What the hell are you talking about?"

She giggled and gently tucked a lock of his new hair behind one of his ears.

"Well," she said, "as a healthy young girl, you may be surprised to find yourself experiencing strange and
powerful new urges."
Eli started to open his mouth to tell her she was crazy, but then he remembered watching Joe shower.
The hot beads of water and the lather, all over that strong, gorgeous boy body. Even now, just thinking
about Joe made Eli feel a strange tickle way down in his panties.

"Don't worry," Marlena said. "Your friends and your family won't worry about you, because they'll never
remember you. Everybody outside our family will believe you've always been my sister."

"No," Eli said. "No, please! I don't wanna be a girl! Change me back into myself!"

Marlena bit her lip, like she was thinking it over for a moment.

"Well... maybe, if you're a very good girl for a few years, and you do absolutely everything your big sister
says... Maybe then, I'll change you back into a boy. Maybe. But until then, you've got a whole lot to learn
about being a girl."

Eli staggered back from her and collapsed against the wall in a corner of the restroom, crouching down
low on the white tile, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. He stared down at the tile floor.

He was a girl. He was Bloody Mary's little sister. He was a freshman. He was a goth.

He was in hell.

But just then he was jolted out of his trance when he felt something warm and wet trickling down his thigh.
He stood up, lifted the hem of his skirt slightly and looked down at his legs. There was a long line of bright
red blood snaking from under his skirt, down his fishnets and all the way to his ankle. Then he heard a
little plip-plop sound, and saw that there was a fresh red puddle on the tile floor, right between his feet.

Marlena slowly walked over to a machine on the restroom wall, put in a quarter and turned a knob.
Something white popped out of a dispenser slot at the bottom of the machine.

She brought it over to Eli and held it out for him to take, waggling it playfully under his nose.

He recognized it. He had seen them at home, in the medicine cabinet. He had teased his sister Gertrude
many times about using them, calling her Dirty Gertie.

It was a tampon.

He had never seen Marlena look this happy. He had never imagined she could even be this happy.

"Okay," she said. "Time for lesson number one, Messy Bessy..."

Eli and Marlena were sitting on the bleachers out by the track, and Marlena was helping Eli with his pre-
algebra homework. Or she was trying to, anyway.

"I hate this," Eli muttered. "Math totally sucked nuts the first time I had to take it. Now I gotta do this same
stupid shit all over again."

Marlena smiled to herself. The more Eli complained, the more she liked it.

"Don't worry," she said. "You'll get it eventually, sweetie. You just have to pay attention."

Eli opened his mouth to complain some more, but just then two young men appeared on the track before
them, walking past.
Joe and Austin.

It was almost 4 p.m. and Eli knew they were headed for a meet. He'd been following the team this
semester, and they were doing good so far. Not as good as they would have done if he was still a boy
and he was on the team, but they were doing pretty OK.

Seeing Joe and Austin now, he felt a powerful urge to scramble down from the bleachers and join them
on their way to the gym. That was where he belonged, on the mat with the guys. But if he tried to wrestle
with any of those giant guys now they could break his little bones like dry twigs, without even meaning to.
Even Sparkplug would be huge to him.

He knew he shouldn't call out to them. But he simply could not stop himself.

"Hey, guys," he said in his high, tiny voice. "How's it goin'?"

They didn't slow their walking, but Joe looked up at him and sneered.

"What the fuck do you want, Elvira?"

Austin laughed.

"Nah, her sister's Elvira," he said. "She's just some little Wednesday Addams goth-tard."

They shared a laugh and kept walking.

Marlena sighed and gently put her hand on Eli's shoulder.

"Want me to turn 'em both into big, fat slugs?"

"No. Maybe."

Eli watched them go, his eyes involuntarily focusing on their firm, tight butts. He hadn't forgotten what
they looked like naked. God, he hated being a girl.

After they were gone he folded his arms over his frilly neckline, pouting. His boobs were really aching
today, and each one was like a heavy sack of lead dangling from his chest. Nobody had ever told him that
tits could hurt this much when they were growing. His stretch marks felt like fresh cat scratches.

During his transformation he'd gotten a preview of what he was going to look like in a few years, so he
already knew he was going to be cursed with those great big boobs when he was finally 18 again. As
much as it sucked being stuck as a girl right now, what was it going to be like when he grew up some
more and he was super stacked? Was he going to end up as the school's new Juggsica Titsalot?

A cold wind crept up his fishnets, sending icy fingers beneath his ruffly black skirt. He clamped his thighs
together tightly, gathering his skirt up between them.

"Jesus, I'm freezing. I wish you'd let me wear a freaking pair of pants once in a while."

"Never gonna happen. I already have a cute corset dress picked out for you to wear tomorrow. Black, with
little pink bows. You're gonna look simply darling in it."

Eli whined.

"Aw, another corset dress? Come on, you know how much I hate all that lacing up."

He squinted as a gust of wind blew his hair into his face. With a little grunt of frustration he dug into his
purse for some black scrunchies and started to put his hair up in pigtails.

"It's not fair," he whined. "I'm sick of you always treating me like I'm some kind of goth Barbie doll for you
to play dress up with."

She pinched his cheek and giggled.

"Oh, but I love my pretty little dolly. Yes, I do!"

Eli rubbed at the sore spot where she'd pinched and gave her a scowl.

"Knock it off, will you? You promised your mom that you weren't gonna tease me so bad all the time."

"Yeah, yeah. And thanks a whole lot for getting me in trouble, ya little tattletale."

"Just show me some freaking mercy, for once. It's gonna be winter soon, and I can't wear fishnets and
shit like that when it's this cold out. It's bad for my asthma."

A tiny crease of distress appeared between Marlena's carefully plucked brows. She'd accidentally given
Eli her asthma when she turned him into her sister, and he knew she felt a little guilty about it.

"Well," she said, "I'll tell you what: if you get better than a C on this test tomorrow, on Monday I'll let you
wear my favorite old pair of velvet leggings to school. I outgrew 'em years ago, but they should probably
fit a little squirt like you just fine."

Eli felt a momentary euphoria, which just as quickly turned into despair. He was actually thrilled by the
prospect of being allowed to wear a pair of Bloody Mary's hand-me-down leggings to school. This was
what he'd been reduced to now.

"Gee, thanks a lot," he grumbled. "I guess I gotta take whatever I can get."

He sighed and went back to his textbook, but he was distracted by the cold wind on the back of his neck.
He was just now realizing that he'd put his hair up in pigtails again, without even really thinking about it.
Not just a ponytail, even. Pigtails. He didn't even want to think about how adorable he probably looked
right now.

Lately he'd been catching himself doing a lot of girly stuff like that. The way he walked, the way he sat,
even the way he talked. Unless he watched himself really carefully it all went wrong, and he started to girl
up. It was like he was forgetting how to be a dude.

But was Marlena's spell making him act more like a girl, or was he just slowly getting used to being a girl?
He wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure which possibility was more horrifying.

"Hi, Marlena!"

Eli froze.

Oh, no. It was the voice of Dylan Bixby.

Eli kept his eyes fixed on his homework, trying to ignore his suddenly racing heart.

"Hello again, Dylan," Marlena said.

She sighed, not bothering to look at him. As usual she was making little effort to conceal her utter
disinterest in Eli, and as usual the poor boy was just standing there grinning at her like an idiot.
"So," Dylan said, "how do you think you did on that Trig test?"

Marlena shrugged.

"I don't know. Fine, probably. But hey, I'm kind of busy helping my kid sister study right now."

Dylan's grin faded. It made Eli's stomach hurt, to watch Dylan make a fool of himself over Marlena like
this.

Dylan was just a sophomore, and it was so silly for him to keep chasing her. Why couldn't he see that
there were plenty of girls his own age, or maybe just a little younger, who would be thrilled to go out with
such a sweet, handsome boy?

Eli closed his eyes, trying to get control of himself. This was not going to happen. He refused to have a
crush on Dylan freaking Bixby!

"Sorry Marlena," Dylan said quietly. "If you're busy, then I guess I'll... um..."

"Hi Dylan!"

Eli said it without thinking, and then cringed at the sound of his own chirpy little freshman girl voice. He
sounded so stupid, like some kid.

"I mean..." Eli fumbled for words. Any words.

He suddenly realized that he was playing with his pigtails again, nervously twirling his dark curls around
the tip of his index finger. He always did that now, whenever he talked to a cute boy.

He yanked his fingers away from his hair and folded his hands awkwardly in his lap.

"I mean, um... Hi?"

Dylan looked like he was just noticing that Eli was there.

"Huh? Oh, hey, Ellen."

Eli felt dizzy. Dylan was talking to him.

Marlena snorted.

"Her name is Elizabeth. And like I said, we're kind of busy right now."

"OK," Dylan said. "So, I'll just... bye."

He turned and hurried away. Eli sighed and watched him go, but his heart was still racing out of control.
His freshman girl hormones were fizzing and popping inside his little body, and he felt like a bottle of 7-Up
that somebody had shaken until it was about to burst.

Dylan had actually talked to him.

He heard Marlena speak, but her voice seemed muffled and far away, as if he was hearing her from
underwater.

"Come on, Ellen. Let's get back to work here. If you get an A on this test, maybe next week I'll even let
you wear something that's not black."
Eli looked down at his textbook and tried to focus, but the numbers seemed to swim and swirl on the
page. He was struggling to catch his breath. Fucking asthma.

He kept thinking about how Dylan looked at Marlena. It was so unfair, having a big sister who was three
whole years older, and taller, and who had bigger boobs and everything. How were you even supposed to
compete with that?

He wished Dylan knew what kind of a girl Marlena really was. Maybe Dylan wouldn't think she was so
great, if he ever found out that she was actually a nasty witch who had changed some poor dude on the
wrestling team into her asthmatic kid sister and made him wear frilly black dresses to school every day!

Eli suddenly realized that Marlena was looking at him. He sneered at her.

"What?"

She had a big, smug grin. God, he hated that grin so fucking much. He sure missed the Marlena who
cried.

"You're in love with Dylan," she said.

Eli dropped his book and it bounced painfully off his knees, landing on the bleacher step below with a loud
clomp and scattering his loose notes all over the place. He gathered them all up in a hurry, clumsily
stuffing them back between the pages of the book.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"It's so obvious," she said. "You're crazy about him."

"I am not!"

She burst into laughter.

"You love Dylan Bixby! Dylan. Bixby. That is perfect."

"Shut up!"

"It's so cute. My little sister's got a boyfriend."

"I do not! Dylan's not my..."

Eli's face was burning. He looked away from her and anxiously picked at the threads of his fishnets,
making them snap back against his white legs. How the hell did she know? It was like she could read his
mind. Was this part of her magic, or was it just some weird sister thing?

"That's totally stupid," he said. "Quit being so stupid."

Marlena giggled.

"Remember right before I changed you, when you slammed Dylan's face with that dodgeball? You damn
near broke your snookie-bear's precious little nose."

He suppressed a shiver at the thought of it. Poor Dylan. Eli didn't even want to think about the awful
things he used to do to that boy. How could he have ever thrown a dodgeball at Dylan's beautiful face?

No, no, no. This had to stop. Dylan Bixby was not beautiful!
"I don't like him," Eli said quickly, "I mean, I don't even like boys, obviously. And I definitely don't like him.
If I was ever going to like a boy, and I never would, then I definitely wouldn't like him. At all."

Marlena suddenly reached over and snatched his wrist, turning his hand over so she could see his palm.
She was always reading his palm and predicting all sorts of ridiculous, humiliating things for his future.
Last week she'd told him he was going to grow up to be a lap dancer who lived in a trailer with six kids
and a husband named Bubba Joe. The time before that she said he was going to grow up to be the prima
ballerina for the Bolshoi Ballet.

He whined and tried to pull his wrist away, but she was much too strong for him now. She looked down at
his palm with a fiendish grin.

"Ooh! I have wonderful news, sister dearest. I can see by your loveline that you and Dylan are destined to
spend a long and blissfully happy life together. You're gonna have a lovely church wedding, and buy a
house in the suburbs, and then you'll have lots and lots of his fat little bay-bees."

Eli yanked his hand away from her and clutched it close to his chest.

"Quit screwing around! That's not your real magic. I know you just like to say that stuff to mess with me.
You can't really see anything with that palm-reading shit."

He paused, slowly opened his palm, and looked down at it.

"I mean... you can't, really. Can you?"

Marlena smiled like she was tasting something yummy, then she leaned in close and whispered in his
ear.

"You know, I could always put a little whammy on him. Make him fall head over heels for ya. True love,
forever and always..."

Eli's eyes went wide.

"Really?"

He hadn't been able to hide a note of desperate hope in his voice.

Marlena looked deep into his eyes for an endless moment, making him squirm. Then she burst into
laughter again.

"Fuck you," Eli muttered. "Fucking witch bitch."

She giggled and leaned over to give Eli a soft little kiss on the cheek. Then she picked up his textbook
and held it up, tapping the cover with one of her long black nails.

"Come on, Messy Bessy. You've still got a lot to learn..."