In the Dark 80
I stared down at the sleeping figure on the bed in sheer disbelief. At the same time, I wondered what Harry would think once he was awake again.
Neither of us had really believed the tale that strange old woman at the carnival had told us. However, as hard as it still was for me to believe, that odd-smelling potion she'd given us had done exactly what she'd it would. Only Harry, having lost the toss of a coin, would be able to tell me if the potion's taste was anywhere near as bad as its smell. Somehow, I had my doubts discussing that minor detail would be overly high on Harry's list when he finally woke.
Even if I had seen it all with my own two eyes, belief in what I'd seen still came very slowly. Once Harry had chugged the contents of that odd-shaped phial we'd been given, he'd fallen across the bed, seemingly dead to the world.
Thinking my friend might have been poisoned, I rushed to Harry's aide. What madness had possessed us to drink it? As I turned him over, the softness of his skin to my touch was far from what I'd expected. Relief flooded through me as I found his heart beating strongly after laying my head against his chest. However, those two small, but still swelling, bulbs of flesh I'd discovered there had given me a start. After finally determined Harry would be all right, I pulled back. Immediately, I was astounded by all the changes in his body. We'd always been about the same size, but now he was decidedly smaller. His shape was rounder and seemed more fleshy. Those bulbs on his chest had swollen into firm twin mounds. His short brown hair, the same length as, but lighter than, mine, had turned luxuriously long and blonde. Although his eyes remained closed, I was convinced they'd be a sparkly blue instead of gray when I saw them again. Even his lips had become fuller. They had to be the most kissable lips I'd ever seen.
"I would have never believed this would happen, Harry." Not that it mattered, I had no idea whether or not he'd heard me. "That old woman told us whoever partook of the potion would become a woman." I shook my head, then took a long deep breath. "She never anything about the partaker becoming so beautiful... or desirable."
I couldn't help but smile as I continued looking at him. With that ravishingly beautiful, incredibly sexy body, it was getting more and more difficult to think of Harry as male. Was *she* really a woman everywhere? I soon began wondering if she would... but then began feeling embarrassed as my manhood stiffened. Even if she was an incredibly hot, sexy babe now, how could I possibly let my mind wander and have those kinds of thoughts about Harry? Hesitantly, I turned away, unsure I could ever face her again.
In spite of how badly I was feeling, I turned back toward Harry when I heard a low moan come from the bed. Her eyes - they were, as I'd been expecting, sparkling blue in color - were open. There was something strange about the way she kept looking at me. At the same time, I couldn't tell what she might be thinking from her odd expression.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" I asked nervously.
"Just fine, Tom." Her voice was melodic; her smile intoxicating. As she sat up on the edge of the bed, Harry casually, almost as if she'd been doing it for years, brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. Her every movement seemed so fluid and sexy.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Of course I am, silly," replied Harry with *that* smile. "Why wouldn't I be all right? In fact, I've never felt better in my whole life, Tom."
I was beginning to think we should have tossed that old woman's damn potion. Far more had been done than she'd said would happen. How could Harry be so calm? She was nowhere near as freaked out by her change as I was. "You're a girl, Harry!" I exclaimed, just in case it had somehow slipped her mind. "That strange old woman's potion turned you into a girl!"
"Is that all?" Harry smiled. "I know I'm a girl, Tom. What's your problem with that?" she asked, as she cupped one of her new breasts. "This feels really nice, you know." Her voice simply oozed sex. "Would you like to caress one of my boobs, Tommy?" she asked suggestively. "Of course, if you'd rather fondle both of them, that's okay with me too. I'm sure having you play with my boobies will make me feel ever so much better."
I stared at her. "What are you saying? I couldn't," I replied.
"Of course you can. It's so easy." Before I realized what she was doing, Harry grabbed my hand and placed it one of her breasts. "See! What did I tell you? That wasn't so hard." She kept smiling at me. "I was a boy, you know. I know how boys think, Tommy," smiled Harry. "Besides, how many times have we talked about getting it on with some totally hot, superbusty babe. Here's your chance, big boy! Don't blow it!"
I was stunned. "What's gotten into you, Harry?"
"Nothing yet, you silly boy," she purred. "But give me some time; I'm working on it." She laughed. Her laughter made me shiver, but I also found it exciting. "Don't call me Harry any more, Tommy. I just don't feel like a *Harry* any more. I think I feel more like a... *Tiffany*... now. I think that's perfect for me now; don't you think so too? Since we're friends, I'll let you call me Tiff if you'd like."
Something was wrong. She was acting so strangely. What had that potion done to her? "Are you sure you're feeling all right, Tiff?" I hadn't wanted to call Tiffany Tiff, but that was suddenly how I thought of her. All of a sudden, I couldn't remember the name she'd had as a man.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine before you believe me, you big handsome hunk of manhood?" As Tiffany looked up into my eyes, I could tell she wanted me to kiss her. When I didn't react quickly enough, she took matters into her own hands. After slipping her arms around my neck, she pulled herself up and kissed me. "Do you still think there's something wrong with me? Tell me you didn't like that, lover boy!"
"I could never tell you something like that, Tiff," I replied, having thoroughly enjoyed her kiss. However, I still thought something was wrong. And yet, her kiss had bee so delightfully sweet. As I looked down into her beautiful blue eyes, I knew our relationship would undeniably be different once Tiffany was again whatever her name had been as a boy.
Only then did it dawn on me that the old woman had given us only the one potion. She'd said nothing about its effects wearing off. We had no way of counteracting what she'd given us. Nor had we any way of finding her again. What the hell had we been thinking when we'd foolishly decided one of us should drink it? We definitely had a big problem.
Tiffany might now be stuck as Tiffany forever!
On the other hand, was that really so bad? Things certainly could have been a lot worse. Tiffany certainly didn't seem to mind being a totally hot, sexy babe. She seemed to enjoy strutting her stuff. If she was going to be a girl forever, it was better she liked being who she'd become.
And I had to admit I wouldn't really mind having Tiffany around forever. I'd be a damn fool - no one had ever accused me of being one - to say otherwise. I might even miss old what's-his-name every once in a while, but there were so many more interesting things Tiff and I could do together that would help get me over that hump. The thought of us being together forever was definitely growing on me. That wasn't all that grew whenever I thought about Tiff.
"Come here, babe," I whispered. After slipping my arms around her slim waist, I laid one on own her sweet kissable lips.
And, as I'd expected, Tiff didn't object. In fact, she eagerly, quite fervently, responded. I wasn't sure how long our kiss continued. Truthfully, I didn't give a rat's ass. Having Tiff near me was all that was really important. If our lingering kiss had continued on forever, that would have been just fine with me. Nor could I imagine Tiff having any objections with that.
Had we done any of those wonderful things I'd imagined us doing? I wasn't sure. Aside from enjoying the sweetness of her lips, things were a little fuzzy. I couldn't quite remember what we'd done.
There was something so delightfully intoxicating about being with Tiffany. Somehow, I knew we were always meant to be together just as we were at this very moment in time. It all seemed so obvious. I felt a new closeness to Tiff I'd never felt with anyone before. Someday I'd have to find that old woman so I could properly thank her.
When Tiffany pulled away from me, I was surprised. "Is something wrong, Tiff?" I asked, looking at her eye-to-eye. Something - I didn't know what - was partially obscuring my sight. And somehow, my voice sounded a little off kilter.
Gently, Tiff brushed several strands of long red hair away from in front of my eyes. How could it be so long? When had it turned red?
"Your sexy green eyes are so incredibly hot, little sister."
Green eyes? Little sister? What the hell was going on?
"We'll call you Sylvia," smiled Tiff. "Don't you love your name?"
"Sylvia?" I whispered. But my name wasn't Sylvia. It was... was... I couldn't remember having a name other than Sylvia. I knew I'd had another name, but if whatever it had been was important, I would have never forgotten it. "I just love it, Tiff!" After raising a hand to my chest, I wondered what I'd found strange about Tiff calling me 'little sister'. The twin mounds of firm flesh hanging there clearly told me I was no longer male. "I'm a girl," I remarked, more as statement of fact than anything else."
"You certainly are, little sister." Tiff smiled at me. "We need to go to the mall."
"I know," I replied. "I'm ready when you are." Not only did I know we needed to go there, I knew why as well. Tiff likely also knew why. There'd be boys... lots and lots of boys... at the mall. I needed to find one. I wasn't sure why exactly, but I knew it was for something very important.
"Let's go. We're wasting time, little sister."
I giggled, as we headed for the door. Before we reached it, Tiff was giggling too.
As we walked out the door, I wondered - as Tiff probably was - just how many lives were likely to be changed while we were at the mall.
The End