It was the last game of the regular season. I typically don't go to the away games, but the winner would be champion in our league, so it was worth watching. I bought one ticket online in the visitor section, which means I won't have a good look at my oldest son, who plays in the band during halftime. My wife was out for the weekend to a funeral and my youngest took the chance to be alone at home, probably gaming.

The stadium was swamped, given the importance of this game. I think I found perhaps the last parking spot in the neighborhood. When I walked towards the field I passed a nice SUV with a sticker of a proud band parent on the back. I smiled, I like it when people show they're proud of their kid.

But while I passed the car the window on the driver's side opened and a woman called out to me. "Excuse me sir!"

I looked through the open window and saw an attractive woman, probably a few years younger than me, but close enough to have a teenager in the band. She was dressed of course in the colors of the home team, but that was to be expected.

"Can I help you Miss?" I replied, my smile still on my face.

"I hope so", she said, "my daughter abandoned me to watch with her friends, and I really hate watching the game by myself. I noticed you were by yourself. Would you mind watching with me? I have decent tickets."

It was such an awkward pickup line, that I figured it might actually be a genuine request. So I asked "In the home section?"

At her nod I joked "Will I be safe in my gear?" and I pointed at my hat and shirt that clearly identified me as a supporter of the other team. But she laughed, and said "Don't worry, we're practically neighbors. I bet we shop in the same supermarket."

I nodded now, knowing she was right. We're not students anymore. And realizing that it would allow me to see the band show much better, I said "Sure, why not? I'm Don, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Don, I'm Isabella. But I have another request, that you may find awkward. Why don't you sit in the passenger seat for a minute, while you allow me to explain."

I worried a bit now, the price for a seat in the home stands was having to listen to her life story or whatever problems she had? But I had agreed, so I walked around the car and got in next to her.

"Thanks Don, it isn't always easy for a single mother to find company. When I was still married, my husband was very loud and obnoxious during these games. Until I found this bracelet." She showed me a beautiful golden bracelet, it seemed like a long snake, that would wrap around her wrist about three times.

She continued, "I asked him to wear it and the magic in it turned him into a woman."

All alarm bells went off in my head now, and I grabbed the handle to open the door and be out of there. But a tear in her eye stopped me. "Please Don, hear me out."

I felt like a moron. She was probably shouting out for help, and I almost abandoned her. So I nodded, saying "Sorry, please go ahead."

"I know it sounds crazy", she continued, "I had wished for him to be a nicer person, and that's when I found the bracelet. And the shopkeeper told me it would make my man more like my desires, if I could convince him to wear the bracelet. Oh, believe me, it wasn't easy, but in the end, just to stop my nagging, as he said, he put it on. And in seconds he had changed. We were both amazed, but he wanted to change back right away. The magic however prevented that. Two hours was the minimum time before he could change back."

As much as I didn't believe her, I was intrigued by her story and the proof that there was indeed a bracelet. She continued. "This was last year, and we went to the game. And for the first time I could enjoy it, as she was very quiet. At the time I thought he was just upset or scared or maybe even appalled by being a woman. But later I realized he had become what he thought of as the ideal woman. Like quiet and do what you're told."

"I had hoped that he would stay perhaps as a woman through the night, and that we'd have some fun together. But no, he changed back as soon as possible and was angry with me. I managed to get him to wear the bracelet one more time, with the same angry outcome afterwards. And then he filed for divorce."

More tears were running down her face now, and before I realized it I had grabbed her hand and patted it, trying to comfort her. She smiled at my gesture and continued. "He told the judge I was a lesbian. And the judge believed him for some male reason. It was not until later that I realized that perhaps they were right. Why had he turned a woman, was it indeed to satisfy my desires? Or did the bracelet affect me also in some way, that I wanted a woman with me rather than a man?

Anyway, I still got to keep the house and my two daughters. But he came off very easy, and he moved to another state right away."

I figured that this was the end of her story, and that she was going to ask me to wear the bracelet. I was still holding her hand and actually felt sorry for her. I would just wear the bracelet, to make her feel better, pretend to be a woman during the game, and then give it back to her. I could handle that, and somehow hopefully I was helping her through her tragedy.

She continued, "This year I've convinced my younger daughter to sit with me. The game is okay, that goes without saying, but we're really here to watch the band show, as my older daughter plays the trumpet in it. But my younger girl has been seeing her friends lately, and sitting and walking with them. So I have tried to convince single men, like yourself, to sit with me, asking them to wear the bracelet. Two agreed, and it wasn't a real success, to be honest. Like yourself, they had trouble believing me. Then they ended up in shock, after they had really transformed."

I felt a bit uncomfortable now. Was it possible that the bracelet actually worked, like she said? And for a moment I wondered what kind of woman I would be. But her story was not over yet.

"The first guy's idea of a perfect woman apparently was a prostitute. They almost didn't allow her in the stadium in the outfit that had changed with her in the transformation. She ended up giving guys a blow job near the restrooms, and I had trouble getting the bracelet back from her. The second guy was the other way around. She was wearing the most boring dress, and praying with her eyes closed throughout the game. After one quarter she left and I had to sit with her in the car, until the two hours were done."

She laughed now at me, saying "You're the third and last guy. If this doesn't work out better, I'm going to return the bracelet. So what do you say? Want to try it and see if we can become best friends?"

I was shocked by now, with no idea what I would be like, if I went ahead. But my curiosity won, if this was true, then what would I end up as? By now I wanted to know. I still had the nagging feeling that when I would put the bracelet on, I would hear someone yell "Surprise! You're on candid camera!" or something. But I nodded, laughing a bit. "Sure, what could possibly go wrong?"

She smiled now and she took my hand this time. And without giving me a chance to change my mind, she pulled the bracelet over my hand, then pushed it up all the way around my biceps. For five seconds nothing happened. Then I felt my body go completely liquid. I felt myself lose grip of the seat and then somehow I solidified again. And I was suddenly a totally different person.

"What happened?" I said, and my voice sounded all wrong.

Isabella laughed, "You're a woman now my friend, and I dare say, a very pretty one."

I reached up to pull the sunshade down, and I realized it was much farther than I initially thought. I uncovered the mirror on the back and looked at myself. Only to see someone else. A woman, clearly in shock. But when I blinked the woman blinked, and don't ask me why, but I stuck out my tongue, and so did the woman in the mirror.

Isabella started laughing, "Oh my, you're fun too!"

And I couldn't help laughing as well, and the woman in the mirror was suddenly beautiful. Ok, so magic was real...

And with that I would find out what my type of woman was, although I figured it would be very close to my own wife. Boy, was I wrong!

I had long hair in a shiny black, where my wife had short blonde. My face was well made up. My wife always tries to hide her makeup. I had big hoop earrings that my wife never ever would wear, nor the sexy purple bra top that I was wearing and was well filled, above a narrow but muscular waist. And oh, how often have I wished she'd wear a black leather skirt, and I had one on, playful, sportsy, sexy with flair. Add sheer white stockings to that, nothing cheap, but very classy, and I could feel them strapped to a garterbelt under my skirt. And finally heels, with very thin spikes, probably four inch high.

For a moment I thought that I was maybe a high-end call girl, not that I had any fantasies about that. But thinking about being with a man didn't do anything for me, but when I looked at Isabella, I suddenly felt a flutter in my tummy and a heat in my crotch that rapidly spread out to the rest of my body. All I could say was "Wow!"

My voice was like music now, and I saw the wonder on Isabella's face. Then she smiled, and she said "Wow yourself". She was still holding my hand, or perhaps again holding my hand. I noticed the long nails on my fingers in a metallic color, again nothing like my wife would ever wear.

Then Isabella asked, "What's your name now, darling?"

Before I could think this over, I said "It's Sabine." And just like that I knew it to be the truth.

"That's a nice name" Isabella said, "Sabine it is. Ready to go? The game will start soon."

We got out of the car, and walked to the entrance, without realizing hand in hand. I had no problems walking in the high heels, like I'd done it all my life. I needed them though, because they gave me the same height as Isabella, who was wearing cute sneakers.

The place was packed. On the way to our seats we bought some 50/50 raffle tickets to support the band, as I do before every match. We got a lot of looks. I figured Isabella was used to it, but many were eyeing me. The leather skirt probably, until it hit me, I was still in the purple, black and white colors I was wearing when I arrived here, as a man. The rival colors. Oh well...

We sat down on our assigned seats, close to the fifty yard line. It would give us a good view at Isabella's daughter during half time, and I figured, at my own son as well. But first the match. I can't remember any game where I was entertained so much. Not just because of the game, but because Isabella simply knew everything about football. She could call every play, see where it went wrong. She knew the names of all players, also the ones in my own team. She knew their strengths, their weaknesses, their perks and their moods.

I was in awe, just sitting next to her. People from all over were asking her questions on what just happened, why a foul was called, or what the coach should do. In-between football talk we discussed fashion, food, books and men, like I'd been a woman all my life.

Two gentlemen behind us specifically, were interested in us, and it was easy talking with them as well, having a football computer sitting next to me. They bought us food and drinks, and on more than one occasion the one closest to me accidentally rubbed his hand on my skirt. I wondered if I should say something, but in this body it actually felt nice, so I let it slip. At one point Isabella pointed it out to me, that by allowing him, I encouraged him. She had a solution though. She leaned into me and pulled my arm around her. And in this position her hand touched my skirt and it set me on fire.

I kissed her softly in her neck and from her reaction I could tell she was on fire too. I could hear the guys behind us mumble disappointedly. But I didn't care, in another body, another life, I was maybe married, but here, in this body, I had found new love. Of course the announcement of the raffle winner broke us apart. And somehow, before I even looked at my tickets, I knew I had won, that's just the type of night it was.

I looked at Isabella, but she said "You go girl!", and I walked up to the press box by myself, to claim my prize. When I came back down, only a few people noticed me. But then came a special announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen. Once again it shows that no matter how big a rivalry can be, we're still part of a bigger community, where everybody cares. The winner of our 50/50 raffle, a lady who only wanted to give her first name, Sabine, wearing the colors of tonight's opponents, has graciously donated all of her winnings, a total of 1976 dollars, to our band boosters. Please join me in thanking her by giving a standing ovation, as she walks back to her seat from the press box."

A thundering ovation was the result, the whole stadium noticing me now, yelling my name, and clapping their hands. Some people shook my hands, as I tried to get back to my seat. Even the game stopped temporarily, as players from both teams lined up, also clapping for me. Both bands started playing "God bless America" at exactly the same time, and the tumult did not stop until I finally found my spot, where my male admirers hugged me tight and Isabella kissed me hard, her tongue almost disappearing in my throat. She pulled me tight in her, my head against her breast, for the remainder of the half.

It was in that cozy position that we watched the band shows. I pointed my son out to her, while our band was playing a slow love song. And later I saw her daughter play a solo, during a fast conga, that got our blood running. We got up and danced to the pounding of the drums. And when we looked behind us everyone was following our lead.

In the third quarter the band typically gets a break to buy snacks. It didn't take long for Isabella's daughter to find us, and I was introduced. For a second I was nervous because I wanted her to like me. But when she learned my name was Sabine, the girl looked at my outfit, then hugged me. "Looks like mom finally found a nice one", she whispered in my ear. So with her blessing apparently, she told her mom that she would be staying over at a friend's house.

And only five minutes later I met the youngest daughter as well, whose seat I had taken. She was there with a friend and asked permission to join a sleep over. Her friend's mom would take her home the next day. With the apparent magic going on, my own kids texted me within five minutes as well. The youngest asked if he could go to a gaming tournament in one of his buddies homes. The parents would pick him up and return him late tomorrow. And my oldest had a similar story as Isabella's oldest. And just like that I knew I would be spending the night with Isabella, as her new girlfriend.

The game went my way as well, and I joked it was her own fault for giving the bracelet to someone from the rival school. But she laughed it away, as she declared herself a winner, no matter what. The two guys did one more attempt to ask us to go out with them the following night. They got a "maybe" out of it, as Isabella gave me a wink. So we got their numbers, without giving ours.

With all traffic going on right after the game it didn't seem like a good idea for me to follow her, so she texted me her address, and she said, "See you soon, love!"