Chapter 1

<KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK>

James Campos heard the rap at his apartment door at 11:03 Friday night. He glanced up from his laptop and smirked, knowing full well who was on the other side of the door and what the rest of his evening would be like. Still, he looked through the peephole and smiled as he opened the door.

“So…another date has come to an inevitable end” He said to his best friend of over 20 years, Heather Kennedy.

Heather stood in the hallway outside the door, her shoulders slumped, her hair slightly undone, and her black heels in her hand. She merely shook her head in slow disgust as she walked under James’ arm and into her friends’ apartment.

Her shoes dropped out of her hand and hit the tile with a clatter as she made her way to the kitchen. She pulled out a glass and reached for the top shelf and the bottle of vodka that resided there. Pouring herself a generous amount she took a long sip before she spoke. “God; what a nightmare”

“That good, huh” James said as he trailed behind her. He stopped at the counter and put his arms down to listen to her latest disaster in dating.

“Let me tell you” she began as she leaned back against the counter next to the sink “These guys are getting worse and worse. I never really thought I would get a guy who couldn’t and wouldn’t even pay for dinner”

James laughed.

“He never even made a move for his wallet…I honestly don’t know if he even brought one with him” Heather shook her head “That; and he couldn’t engage in intelligent conversation about anything…dumb ass mouth breather”

“These dates of yours just keep getting better and better…at least for me when it comes to listening to your stories” James replied.

“You have no idea” Heather said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

James and Heather had known each other for their entire lives. They had grown up as next door neighbors and were like brother and sister as well as best friends.

“Maybe you’re the smart one” Heather said.

“You know I am” James replied.

“But I’m not like you James; I do want someone else in my life”

James gave a half smile. James had his ways about him and enjoyed his world as it was: as such, he didn’t date much these days and was perfectly happy. Heather had been trying, and failing, to find the one since High School. Some lasted longer than others, but each time one failed; she ended up at James’ discussing the aftermath.

Heather made her way to the couch, carrying her drink and sipping away as she went. She plopped on the couch and put her bare feet up on the coffee table, “Being a woman is tough” she said with a sigh as she rolled the cool glass across her forehead.

“It can’t be that bad” James responded as he sat in the chair across from her.

“Oh really; I’d like to see you try it” Heather laughed.

“Come on, it really can’t be that bad being a woman” James said again to encourage her. “Besides, being a guy can be tough too”

“HA” Heather spat out “Being a woman is so much harder than being a guy” she said as she sat up. “There are so many things that you will never even think about…just being online on a dating site like Tinder gets you threatened with beatings if you don’t respond instantly”

James just nodded.

“If the first question from a guy is ‘Hey baby you look cute, tell me your bra size’ and if you blow him off, then the response is ‘whatever fatty, you’re ugly anyway’” Heather shook her head. “I mean, you’ve never worried about someone drugging you and raping you…never had to look behind you when you’re walking to see if you’re being followed. You always wonder if the nice guy is actually nice or just acting that way to get you to have sex with him”

James knew it was best to just let her go on nights like this, so he settled in for her rant.

She went on about clothes to less pay at work to feminine hygiene as the vodka worked on her. James knew she had valid points and just let her go.

Finally, she paused and said “You wouldn’t last a day as a woman”

James simply smiled and answered “I bet I would”

“No, you wouldn’t because you are so used to being a guy, using guy logic…you would walk out by yourself at night first of all because you’ve never been taught not to”

“Not every guy thinks like that…not every guy is out to take advantage of women and attack them sexually the first chance they get”

“Prove it…I haven’t found them yet. You think like a guy because you are a guy; but if you were a woman…you’d be right here with me tonight” Heather concluded.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink” James said to her politely.

“Maybe you’re right” Heather conceded. “I still say that you’re not man enough to be a woman”

“Okay…you know where my extra shorts and t-shirts are; why don’t you go change into a pair and crash on the couch here tonight”

“Sounds like a plan my man” Heather said and started to laugh. She staggered a bit heading out of the room.

James could hear her fumbling around in the bathroom and then in his room. She came out in a pair of his baggy shorts and a t-shirt that came down her thighs. She walked over to James and hugged him “I’m sorry I’m such a bitch when I have a bad date”

“It’s okay” he said.

“You’ve been my best friend for my entire life; I guess I just sometimes wish you were a girl too so we could experience these things together even closer. You’d understand me even better than you already do”

“I understand”

“No you don’t” Heather said and pushed back away from him. “I bet you that you couldn’t live a month as a woman”

“Oh, I think I could” James replied.

“Oh yeah; then prove it” she said.

“How could I ever prove that to you?”

Heather laughed again and tapped James on the chest. “I know you can’t prove it, so just tell me that if it were possible for you to magically <poof> yourself into a woman” she said as she clicked her fingers above her head for effect. “That you would do it for me for at least a month to prove me right”

“Um…okay; sure” James said “If it were possible to change into a woman, I would do it for a month to prove to you that I could live as a woman for a whole month” he said placating her.

“Promise” she said slightly slurring as she eased down onto the couch.

“Promise” he said as he took her by the ankles and lifted her legs up on the couch. He covered her with a blanket and heard her begin to snore within seconds. James turned out the lights and headed to his bedroom.

Chapter 2

James closed the door to his room and unbuttoned his shirt. He undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of the jeans and took of his socks as he lifted each leg out of the pants. He gathered his clothes in his arms and dropped them into the clothes hamper. His hand headed for the light switch but just before he got there, he felt a sudden chill and he shivered. Next a wave of dizziness swept over him and he placed his hand flat against the wall to steady himself as the lightheadedness washed over him. He felt beads of sweat break out across his brow and his heart began to race. Saliva filled his mouth and he swallowed hard. James noticed that he was taking shallow quick breaths and he couldn’t understand why he was feeling so uneasy all of a sudden. He tried to calm himself down and take a few deep breaths but he couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension that was suddenly overwhelming him.

A wave of pure adrenaline pulsated through him and his eyes bulged wide open. James felt an urge to cry out but as he opened his mouth, no sound emerged. His breath held tight and he stood frozen in place for several seconds before a sudden exhale allowed him to move again.  He felt tightness in the small of his back and he rubbed and pressed down at the sore spot. As he rubbed he felt a tingling sensation that radiated outward and down his legs and arms: James’ fingers and toes had the pins and needles feeling like they were asleep.

“This is so weird” he thought to himself as another wave of vertigo began. James tried to focus on a fixed object to help with the dizziness but found himself confused at what he saw. He fixed in on a bottle of cologne on the top of his dresser and while it wasn’t wavering left and right, it was getting higher in his sight line. He started by staring directly at it but now, James felt his eyes shifting upward to keep it even in his sight.
James looked down to the floor and thought “It looks closer than before…how can that be?”
His eyes quickly scanned the very familiar room and yet it looked different to him now; somehow it looked larger to him. His bed was next to him and where it had always come up to just above his knees, the mattress now started at his thighs. He placed his hands on the bed as a new wave passed over him.

“Oh my God” he managed in a choked voice and stood back up. A pain began in the middle of his right foot. It felt like the beginning of a cramp and James quickly turned and sat on the bed. He grabbed his foot and began to rub it vigorously.

As he squeezed and rubbed his aching foot, his eyes slowly widened.

James stopped rubbing and simply held onto his foot and watched.

His foot pulsated outward once beneath his fingers, then it began to shrink. Several sizes came off in a steady pull back. His foot narrowed and his heel came in. All the while his toes were narrowing and reshaping themselves “What the hell” he said in quiet wonder.

James dropped his foot from the bed to the floor and for a second he stared at a pair of mismatched feet. But then his left foot pulsated and changed to match his right.

Shock was the only thing passing over James now. He had just watched his feet change shape and he could swear that they not only looked smaller, but that they also almost looked feminine in their shape.

James pointed his toes and they touched the carpet as the ache now moved upward into his ankles and calves. He rolled his ankles outward to try and alleviate the ache there as his hands clenched his calves. It felt like a charley horse and he lifted his feet up and pulled them back, straining his leg muscles.

Sweat broke out across his brow as he massaged his lower legs. He could feel his leg muscles tightening and twitching before he felt a double pulsation in both legs and he watched as his legs began to change and transform. His calves pulled upward and became thinner, then the hairs on his legs stood up and pulled inward, leaving some small bumps in their place.

James tried to comprehend what was happening to him but his mind was just a racing mess at the moment. His knees popped and he let out a slight “Ah” as they too became smaller.
James ventured to stand up and he gave his knees a quick flex before he felt his thighs clench. As they released, his thighs grew out fuller and rounder than they had been and his hands slapped down on the smooth and supple flesh.

“My legs look like girl legs” he thought “Oh shit” he closed his eyes recalling his conversation with Heather before she passed out “But how in the hell is this…oh shit…I’m turning into a woman”

He could feel a deep burning sensation in his backside. James put his hands behind him as his ass and hips began to grow outward. “Heather!” he yelled to no avail. “What did you do to me?”

James locked his arms out to balance his changing body. His whole center of gravity was shifting as weight came on to his rear end, his hips shifted and spread outward, his lower back arched and his waist and stomach contracted inward. “Whoa” he said, shuffling his feet slightly wider to brace his new stance.

A burning sensation began low in his gut. He knew this feeling from a time when he played baseball as a kid and missed a ball that then hit him directly in the groin. He dropped to his right knee and his head slumped forward at the pain. He sucked in a quick breath before letting it out in a long grunt.

Sweat now ran down his face and he strained against the pain. He felt his testicles rising up and pulling inward on him. His penis was following close behind and by the time he was able to move at all, they were gone. His hand patted a small pubic mound beneath his boxers instead of his usual equipment.  “Oh God” was all he managed to say.

James eased his changing body to the ground and he lay on his side as his stomach and chest began to change. He could feel an ache and an overall tightness as his chest shrank inward. He fought to stand and struggled to his knees but he dropped back and sat on his heels as a pinching feeling began in his chest.

James let out a whimper as he knew what was coming. His nipples became more sensitive than they had ever been in his life and an explosion of feelings came alive in him. Next weight began to form behind them and push the flesh outward. His breasts began to grow and grow; steadily and surely they became larger and filled into a full set of women’s breasts.

Exhaustion began to set in as James brought his hands up and tentatively touched his new breasts. “I…I can’t believe this is actually happening to me” he thought as his shoulders constricted and his arms shrank.

Much like his feet, his hands gave off a slight ache before they pulsated and shrank smaller in size. His fingers changed as they held his breasts.

“My face” he thought tracing his changes upward.

He struggled to swallow and felt tightness close off his throat for a brief second as he struggled to gain his footing and stand.

He was shaking and he used the bed to steady himself before he lurched for the dresser.

He stumbled the two necessary steps and grabbed on to the wood with all his remaining strength, His hands were slick and his entire body was lathered in perspiration.

James gasped for breath as pain now shot through his forehead. His hair began to grow and he let the itching sensation pass along with its increasing length. Some of the now long hair fell before his eyes but he was afraid of letting go of his grip and allowed it dangle through his vision.

He watched in awe as his chin and jaw molded itself into a different less prominent shape. His lips tingled and went numb as they grew puffy and pink. His eyes watered as his nose shrank back and his eyes changed shape and grew wide. His cheeks rounded and became more prominent as his ears pulled in.

James gasped and stumbled backwards until his legs hit his bed and he let himself fall backward onto the soft surface. He pulled his legs up and curled into a ball in the center of the bed.

Panting and dripping wet, he began to feel the pain subside: Exhaustion overtook him and he fell into a deep sleep.

“I’m so Fancy…you already know…In the fast lane…from L.A. to Tokyo”

James heard music filtering in through his sleep muddled mind; he exhaled and clenched his eyes shut before they sprung open as he suddenly remembered last night “Please just be a dream, please just be a…” he thought frantically.

“…oh my God it wasn’t a dream” she said out loud as she sat up. Light brown hair flew around her in a messy cloud and her hands went straight for her breasts which hung freely on her bare chest.

James scrambled off the bed, feet dropping more than accustomed to the floor and as she gained her footing, she rushed into the bathroom.

James shut the door behind her and flipped the lock. She swallowed hard and stared into the mirror. She shook her head and mumbled a single “No”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes “What am I going to do?” she said before pausing to evaluate her new voice. She cleared her throat, somewhat surprised that even that sounded different.

James took a step back and looked down at herself.

As her hair fell down and hung at the side of her vision, she took in the sight of her breasts from the top. Then she leaned over and looked down to her small feet and smooth short legs “I wonder how tall I am now?” she said softly as she looked up and into the mirror again. “Gaging by where the top of my head is in the mirror, I’m quite a bit shorter” she thought.

James couldn’t deny the fact that she had to pee, so with a sigh, she sat and let nature take over.

“That was weird” she said with a shiver. She stood up and softly walked back into her bedroom. Once inside, James’ mouth dropped open.

“What the hell” she said looking around. “Everything’s different…” she said in amazement. There had been very few accessories on the dresser yesterday; just a comb and some cologne. James always put his keys, wallet and cell phone next to them, but this morning, four brushes and combs sat next to lotion, moisturizer and perfume.

James kicked a black purse that sat on the ground next to the dresser. Reluctantly, she picked it up and set it on the bare spot on the dresser.

Peering in, James began to glimpse her new life.

“So…my name is Jamie now” she said as she pulled out her work ID badge which read Jamie Campos along with a picture of the face she was beginning to learn all too well.

Once Jamie found her wallet, she opened it and found all credit cards were now in that name and the signatures on the backs were all neater than they had been. She pulled out her driver’s license and scrutinized the picture and stats. “5’3” and 120lbs…huh”
The address was the same and so was her birthday.

Jamie sighed as she put everything back into the wallet and purse. She glanced down at the top dresser drawer and wondered “What’s in here?” When she opened it, she let out a single “Uh”

Jamie picked up the white bra that sat on top and looked it over for a moment “I need this now” she said to herself and she put it on rather easily. It was a 36C and it fit her perfectly.

She opened the next drawer over to discover her supply of panties and underwear. “Unbelievable” she mumbled as she took out a pair. She stepped out of the boxers and stopped. Jamie looked down and ran her fingers over her new female anatomy. A slight examination followed but she was surprised that, just as she regarded her boobs a moment ago, there was no sexual arousal from it. It was her body now and she was already adapting to it. “Huh” she said and pulled the boy shorts up her legs.

Jamie continued to explore her dresser and found work out clothes, shorts, socks, sweaters, jeans and t-shirts all folded away. She moved to her closet and found more women’s clothes. Dresses and skirts and shirts all hung down and a good sized collection of shoes covered the floor. “My, my, my” she said shaking her head.

Jamie heard Heather moving about and realized that they needed to talk.  She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a short note on it and folded it into a paper airplane. She put on a pair of jeans and a plain green t-shirt and took a deep breath. She slowly walked out into the kitchen and saw Heather engrossed in reading something on her phone.  Jamie threw the airplane and ducked back into her room.

Chapter 3

Heather sat curled up on the couch, nursing a headache. She had both coffee and water on the stand next to her and was alternatively sipping from both. She couldn’t remember much after she had gotten to James’s apartment. She did remember the unmitigated disaster of her date. “I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid to James last night” she thought. She knew she could get mean after a bad date and if she drank too much too fast. She also knew that James knew this and never held it against her after all these years.

She was reading when the paper airplane hit her leg. “What the heck?” she said as she unfolded it. Confusion and concern crossed her face as she read the few words on the paper.

“Come into my room and whatever you do…don’t scream”

“That’s about the oddest note you could send…” she mumbled as she got up and headed to James’ room.

As Heather opened the door, she feared for the worst. “Oh” she said surprised “Who are you?” she asked in a confused tone to the woman who stood in the middle of the room.
“Heather; it’s me…James” Jamie said softly.

“Ha Ha; seriously, who are you and why are you in my friends bedroom?” Heather asked again.

“I am being serious Heather; it’s really me. I mean look around at the details of the room even…this is a girl room now” Jamie said with a wave of the hand.

Heather looked around her and became very confused as Jamie continued talking “Last night: I turned into a woman. As crazy as that sounds, it’s entirely true”

Heather saw the accessories and clothes through the open closet door “This is a really elaborate joke to pull on me just because I drank a little too much last night and it’s really not James’ style”

“That’s because it’s not a joke…I am James; well now I guess I’m Jamie and it all stems from a conversation we had last night”

“What are you talking about?” Heather said. “This is not funny” Heather dialed James’ number and heard a phone begin to ring in the purse next to her feet.

“Do I have to tell you something that only I would know; like the time in college when I drove you to the clinic” Jamie said.

Heather’s eyes widened “You bitch…I will kill that asshole for telling you about that. That was our secret and if he told you that just for a practical joke…”

“He didn’t tell me anything because I am he. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I could tell you about the love notes you wrote to Tommy Jenkins back in the fourth grade. I could tell you about the day you got your first period and had to borrow my jeans to walk home and I had to wear my gym shorts instead. I could tell you about our disaster of a double date with the Winslow twins back in junior year…don’t you see me Heather? Look into my eyes and who do you see?”

Heather was shocked at the list of their deeds before her and she did look into Jamie’s eyes “James” she simply said.

Tears formed in Jamie’s eyes as she nodded “Help me” she said and began to cry.

Heather too began to cry but she also rushed forward and hugged her friend as hard as she could. “Oh my God James…what happened?” she said as they held their embrace.

They cried on each other’s shoulders for a few minutes before Jamie broke them apart and sat down on the bed with Heather following her. With her hands in her lap, she told Heather the story.

“So last night you showed up already pretty toasted”

Heather looked down ashamed.

“And you told me about your date and then you said something interesting…”

“What?” Heather asked.

“You said that you bet that I wouldn’t be able to live as a woman for a month” Jamie said.

“What was I talking about?”

“You went on and on until you made me promise that if I could turn into a woman that I would to prove you wrong and that if we were both girls then we would be even closer friends”

Heather began to cry. “Oh my God…I did this to you”

“No; I don’t blame you”

“But…but why not? I dared you to turn into a woman for me and now you are and how can you say that you don’t blame me?”

“Well, I don’t think you actively turned me into a woman. If I held everything you said while you were drunk against you and if everything you said while drunk came true, then maybe. But we were just talking shit and yet this time, somehow, I turned into this” Jamie said waving her hands up and down.

Heather was full on bawling by now and it was Jamie’s turn to embrace her. “Whatever happened last night to me is done. I may be a woman for a month or forever, but what’s done is done and I have to move on and live my life…I can’t just curl up and die”

“But…” Heather began.

“But you have to help me. I need help being a girl now and you’re the one I know the best who can guide me through this.” Jamie said.

“Okay” Heather said, nodding through her tears “You seem to be adjusting pretty well for all you’ve been through. I don’t know if I would react so calmly if I woke up as a man”

“Don’t say things like that…around here, you just might” Jamie said with a laugh.

“So…what did it feel like? Were you awake…in pain?” Heather asked.

“Oh yeah, I was awake and yes it was painful” Jamie said. It went everywhere from feeling like a cramp to intense pain. But it would pass quickly each time” Jamie said with a shrug of her shoulders as she stood up.

Heather now stood up as well “Let me get a good look at you” she said.

Jamie stood still for a moment then turned around in front of her friend “Well what do you think?”

“I think you’re short” Heather said. “I like being taller than you for a change”

Jamie put her hands on her hips “Be nice”

“I am being nice…you’re very pretty but we’re going to have to do something with that hair”

“Thank You…that’s the first time I’ve ever been called pretty in my life” Jamie said.

“Get used to it quick…you might prove to be quite popular with the guys” Heather said. “In fact…I’m a bit jealous.”

“What…why?”

“Well the longer I look you over” she said as she walked up to Jamie “You really are good looking. I mean you’ve got a cute face with these little features and big eyes” She poked Jamie’s boobs and gave them a squeeze.

“Hey!” Jamie said surprised.

“Nice boobs…flat stomach” she said as she pulled up the shirt then spun her around again and grabbed her butt “Nice ass too”

Heather shook her head “Whatever or whoever changed you did you a favor; you got a great body out of the deal”

“Yeah, and no knowledge on how to use it” Jamie said.

“I don’t know; you seem pretty comfortable in there. You might surprise yourself” Heather added.

Heather walked out of the room and went into Jamie’s bedroom. While she was gone, Jamie flipped through a magazine on the table and surprised herself a bit.

Heather came back in carrying a dress and heels and Jamie tilted her head and pursed her lips “No…we’re not having a fashion show right now.”

“Oh come on” Heather said. “I need to know what I have to work with”

“Well I’ll confess to one thing” Jamie said.

“What’s that?”

“When you were gone, I was flipping through that magazine and there was a story about The Hunger Games…” Jamie said pausing “…and when I looked at the picture; I thought Liam Hemsworth was really cute”

Heather laughed “I thought you had a thing for Jennifer Lawrence”

“Not anymore” Jamie said gazing back down at the picture. “Change must have reprogrammed some things in my mind if I’m finding dudes cute and feel nothing looking at what had been my celebrity crush”

“See; that’s why I said you look pretty comfortable as a woman” Heather said holding the clothes out at arm’s length.

“No secrets here” Jamie said as she stood up and took off her top and unbuttoned her jeans “Not going to shock you with any of my parts”

“No, you’re not”

Jamie didn’t hesitate as she picked up the black dress and lifted it over her head. She eased it down and wiggled her hips to get it into place. She tugged and adjusted her straps even though she hadn’t bothered to take off her bra. “I would need a strapless bra for this I guess” she said.

“Very good, now the shoes” Heather said.

Jamie sat down and wiggled her feet into the heels. She sighed and stood up but did fine balancing herself out.

“Now don’t think about it…just heel toe walk” Heather said and Jamie did.

“Hey! I can walk in heels!” Jamie said proud of herself.

“Amazing what a boy can do” Heather added.

Jamie stopped by the front door, turned and walked back, never wavering once. “Not real comfortable, but manageable” she said as she sat once more. Jamie instinctively crossed her legs as she sat in the dress and said “Didn’t think about doing that either” as she patted her knee.

“How ladylike of you” Heather replied.

“What am I going to do?” Jamie asked.