Wizardry 51
One
When the doorbell began ringing, I was surprised. I wasn't expecting anyone. I was also fairly certain Mandy would have told me if she was expecting someone before she'd left for the mall.
There was a good possibility Mandy had forgotten her key again. I had no idea why, but she seemed to have some trouble remembering to take the key with her whenever she left. On the other hand, she'd only moved in with me a little over a week ago. I only hoped she wasn't subconsciously having second thoughts about living with me.
The idea of giving her another little reminder didn't thrill me. The last time I'd spent a night on the couch alone instead of the bed we shared. It might be better for both of us if I simply slipped the key on her keyring myself and said nothing. Unfortunately, I doubted Mandy would be overly happy when she realized I'd been in her purse for whatever reason. On the other hand, she might never notice. Of late, Mandy's reactions had become oddly unpredictable.
When I opened the door, I was not just surprised, but shocked.
Mandy hadn't been the one that had rung the bell.
Standing in the doorway was that damn asshole Herbert Atkins.
"What do you want, Atkins?" I snarled, staring him straight in the eye.
To say I disliked Herbert Atkins was probably among the grossest misunderstatements of the fact imaginable. On his best days - few and far between - he was one fucking son of a bitch. Herbert was one of those arrogant pompous jerkoffs that believed he should have whatever he wanted just because he wanted it. The term "asshole" could have easily been coined with him in mind. And I'd held that opinion of him long before he'd decided my Amanda - he never called her Mandy - should be his girl instead of mine. For the most part, Mandy wouldn't give him the time of day.
"I've finally figured it out, Dick." Herbert grinned at me oddly. "I can call you Dick; can't I, Dick?"
"It's my name," I replied, somewhat surprised he'd called me Dick and not Richard. That wasn't like him at all, but then perhaps he thought he was being clever. Which one of us disliked the other more was a tossup. "What have you figured out, Herbie?"
Herbert glared at me. "My name is Herbert! Herbert Wellington Atkins the Fifth!" he snarled. "Had my parents intended I be mundanely referred to as Herbie they would have so named me."
Unable to stop myself, I laughed. That was more like the jackass I knew and detested. But I was still curious about what he'd said. "What do you think you've figured out?" I repeated, oddly resisting the urge to call him Herbie again.
"Aren't you going to ask me in, Dick?"
Was he kidding me? Herbert had to know he was the very last person I ever wanted in our apartment. However, just as I was about to tell him to go to hell, much to my surprise, "Sure. Come on in, Herbert," was what popped out of my mouth. I wasn't too sure why I'd given no thought to calling him Herbie again.
As soon as Herbert walked through the door, the group picture of me surrounded by my three sisters caught his attention. "Your older sisters, I presume?" he asked as he picked it up. "How lovely they are! Your parents should be pleased with themselves for having brought such beauty into this drab world." He looked over at me and smiled oddly. "I'm sure even you'll agree that three out of four isn't too bad, Dick."
Insults? That was even more like Herbert. "Is that why you're here?" I snapped at him. "To insult me?"
"Heavens no, Dick. I came over here to tell you I'd figured it all out," replied Herbert. "It was so obvious. I have no idea how I could have missed it for so long."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Amanda, if course. How she has defeated my every attempt to woo her. What did you think, Dick."
"That's not really a secret, Herbert. Mandy doesn't like you."
"Her name is Amanda, fool! Amanda Marie Johnson!" snapped Herbert. "If her parents had wanted her to be called Mandy, they would not have named her Amanda!" He paused a moment to compose himself. "Amanda would love me, if you weren't around. Did you know that? I finally figured out it was never truly Amanda defeating me at every turn. I don't really know how someone like you did it, but it's always been you, Dick!"
"What are you talking about?" I replied confused. "You're making less sense than usual."
"I always make perfect sense. Somehow you've been deflecting my spells I've cast away from Amanda," he replied, still grinning oddly. "If Richard Alan Franklin were no longer around to interfere, Amanda would soon be mine!"
"Spells? Are you kidding?" I began thinking Herbert had lost it. "If that's what you're thinking, you're out of luck," I replied calmly. "I'm going to be around a long time; I'm not going anywhere."
"I wouldn't wanna bet on that if I were you, Dick."
I glared at Herbert. "Was that some kind of threat?"
"Not at all, Dick. I don't make idle threats," replied Herbert smugly. "Let me rephrase what I said. I'll make it simple. I need to get rid of you. As you'll discover, you won't actually be going anywhere. Once I've fashioned a new reality with my transformation spells, the you that remains here won't be... will haver been... Richard Alan Franklin."
I stared at Herbert in disbelief. "New reality? Transformation spells?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you nuts?" I decided Herbert's mind must have snapped. He was clearly worse off than I'd imagined.
"Nuts? Not at all. I'm perfectly sane. Isn't it obvious that I'm a wizard, Dick?" replied Herbert, a Cheshire cat smile spreading slowly across his face. He must have seen the look of disbelief on my face. "That's right; you heard right. I said I'm a wizard... a card-carrying, spellcasting wizard. I've gotten very good at altering reality, even though I've had no luck with Amanda... so far."
I shook my head. No matter what he'd said, Herbert had to be out of his mind. "What the hell have you been smoking, Herbert?"
Not that it surprised me, Herbert ignored my question. "I don't see your problem. It's so obvious. To eliminate your presence forever, you must be transformed. However, even on my way over here, I hadn't decided how best to remold reality, Dick. To be sure, I had plenty of interesting ideas. A potted plant... A fluffy white French poodle... A giant slug... The list just goes on and on. But unfortunately, there was always something unsatisfactory... something missing... in every idea I had." His already wicked smile abruptly turned devilish. "At least there was until I looked at that picture of you and your sisters and was struck with the most inspiring idea ever. It's brilliant. And so perfect. I can't imagine why I failed to think of it before. You'll get to watch me woo and win Amanda. And I'll get to see your face while I do."
"I've had more than enough of your bullshit for one day, Herbert!" I growled angrily. "Get the hell out of here! Leave me alone."
"I couldn't possibly leave you now, Dick. Your new reality beckons." He smiled at me. "Your transformation is about to get underway." Then he added something totally unintelligible.
Two
Enough was enough! I wanted to ask that asshole what he thought he was doing before demanding he leave again. Unexpectedly, I quickly discovered I couldn't utter a sound. Even worse than becoming a mute, I was unable to move. As hard as it was for me to believe, I wondered if there might be some truth in all that strange crazy-sounding shit Herbert had been telling me.
"Perfect. This will go easier if you can't move around too much, Dick, although neither I nor anyone else will be calling you that much longer." He looked me over from head to toe, from both the front and the rear. "Don't worry; this won't hurt at all. You might feel a bit odd every now and then, but those feeling won't last long. Your thoughts may become a bit jumbled as you're being changed, but that's normal." Herbert smiled. "Let's see! I think you're too tall. Why don't we start with that?" He spoke something nonsensical.
My body tingled all over. I could still say or do nothing. How was that possible? Strangely, Herbert seemed to be growing taller. When I finally heard him say, "Five, five. I think that's a much better height for you," I wondered if instead of him growing, I'd shrunk. But that too just wasn't possible.
"That short unkempt hair just won't do at all." Again Herbert said something I couldn't begin to understand.
My scalp began itching. Within moments, I felt something soft and furry sliding down my neck and over my shoulders. I had no idea what it might be. And being unable to move, I had no way of finding out. The only thing I could think of was my hair had somehow grown longer. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?
"Now that's much better. I like it; it suits you," said Herbert. "Long and silky fine, just like your sisters' now."
My sisters? What did any of this have to do with my sisters? What was Herbert doing to me? If only I could keep my mind from wandering.
"Still a little on the heavy side," mumbled Herbert. "And the shape of your body is definitely all wrong!" Once again he spoke a string of unintelligible syllables.
My body tingled all over.
An odd feeling of lightness swept over me. All of a sudden my body began feeling as if it were being pulled and pushed - stretched and compressed - in scores of directions all at the same time. It had to be the oddest sensations I'd ever experienced. And yet, odd or not, I also found it all very pleasurable, even sensually exciting.
"Much better," said Herbert. "Now let's see what you look like without those old clothes. You won't miss them. It's not as if your wardrobe will contain anything remotely like you're currently wearing once I've finished." He spoke a few more nonsensical words.
Almost instantly, my clothing turned to dust. With nothing on, my body abruptly chilled. I felt very uncomfortable standing there naked in front of him, but there was nothing I could do about it. At the same time, I kinda liked the idea of showing off my body. I found the notion somewhat exciting. Why was I thinking thoughts like that?
"Too much hair remains on your body," said Herbert. "And your skin's too rough," he added, sliding his fingers along my face. "You're nowhere near as attractive as your older sisters." He muttered more of his gibberish.
Why did Herbert keep bringing up my sisters? Abruptly the room seemed even cooler. My body was tingling. My face felt funny, almost as if fingers were pressing into it trying to change its shape, somehow remold it. I was unable to concentrate on anything for too long. I sure wished I knew what he was up to.
"These will never do," said Herbert smiling. I shivered when he placed his icy cold hands on my chest. If only I could have spoken, I would have screamed at him to remove his damn hands from my chest. Who the hell did he think he was? How I wished I could take a poke at him. I just wasn't that kind of a guy.
With his hands still on my chest, Herbert leaned over and whispered something in my ear that made no sense at all.
Almost immediately, his cold hands began warming. My chest went all tingly. Somehow, my chest felt a little puffy and began feeling increasingly strange. From what little I could see, Herbert's hands were seemingly moving slowly away from me. But that didn't make sense. If that were true, why could I still feel his hands pressed firmly against my chest? For a fleeting moment, my chest felt oddly heavy. But that was quickly forgotten once the warmth of his hands began flowing into my chest. I'd never felt anything so wonderful before. I found these sensations so new and exciting.
I was oddly disappointed when Herbert dropped his arms to his sides and stepped back from me. For some unknown reason, he kept staring at my chest. I had no idea why he was doing it; I'd always thought he liked girls.
"Much, much better," said Herbert smugly. "More and more like your sisters all the time."
My sisters again? What the hell was it with him and my sisters anyway? I doubted they'd like Herbert any more than I did.
"They're perfect," he smiled. "Big and round. So firm and full." As he kept staring at my chest, his smile steadily widened. "I'm sure they'll be attracting the right attention."
Perfect? The right attention? What the hell was he talking about now? He just kept babbling, making no sense at all. But then, he looked down at my crotch and grinned. I couldn't believe he was doing that. I hoped the bastard wasn't thinking what I thought he was thinking.
"You'll be never needing that little thing again," laughed Herbert. He then mumbled several more of his nonsensical syllables.
Immediately, I began feeling strange. Although I knew it must be impossible, it seemed as if my dick and balls were being sucked up into my body. After a few more seconds passed, something seemed to be wriggling about inside my lower body. As that continued, my insides felt as if they were being rearranged. Even more oddly, my breathing increased and deepened. Even though it felt somehow different, I knew my body had become sexually aroused.
I wished I had some idea what was going on.
And then quickly decided it might be better if my thoughts remained muddled, keeping me in the dark.
"Let's clothe you more appropriately."
Once Herbert had muttered something, my body warmed as if covered again. However, I thought these clothes fit too tightly across my chest and at my hips. And somehow, I couldn't begin to explain it, my lower legs seemed both bare and yet not bare at the same time.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Herbert. "Amanda won't be the least bit interested in you now."
Bullshit, I thought. Whatever you think you've done to me won't change anything between Mandy and me.
"You must take a little nap now," said Herbert. "It'll let the new you seamlessly merge into the new reality. Who needs unnecessary problems?" As he looked at me, I felt strange, not that I could explain why. "In case you're worried, don't be."
Worried? I wondered if that was what he thought I was thinking. But what did I have to worry about?
"When you wake after your little nap, you'll find everything still perfectly normal; you'll see. Everyone will remember you as you are, not as you were. Your every action and reaction shall come naturally to you. You'll instinctively have all the requisite knowledge necessary for living your life." His smile widened still further. "Only you and I will still remember who you were. I mean, where would the fun in it be, if you forgot that. Of course, you won't be able to tell anyone else. And I just can't see myself telling anyone anything about it. But to be on the safe side, unless we're alone and I allow it, you'll only be capable of acting as the you that you are."
Once Herbert had muttered a few more words, I yawned. Being able to move again was a surprise. After yawning again, I turned and headed for my room. I didn't know why I was so tired. After taking a little nap, I was convinced I'd feel better.
"Don't worry about showing me out," said Herbert. "I know the way, sweetie."
"Sweetie? Not even in your dreams, asshole," I mumbled, yawning once again. When I heard the door close, I knew Herbert had left. I was glad he was gone and yet a little sorry that he'd left. I knew I would have enjoyed kicking that cute little tight ass of his into the middle of next week. I yawned again. "I'll worry about that later."
Once in my room, I collapsed onto my bed.
Three
When I woke up, I felt much better. I couldn't remember exactly why I'd decided to take a nap in the middle of the day. For some unknown reason, my mind seemed somewhat jumbled. Several things were a little hazy. I couldn't imagine why I felt confused.
On opening my eyes, I wasn't sure where I was. I wondered if I might have somehow wandered into Mandy's room by mistake instead of going to mine. The more I thought about that, the sillier the whole idea became. After a little bit, I realized I was in my room. Mandy was always telling me what a silly girl I could be at times.
Me? A girl?
Now that was something silly.
As I sat up on the side of my bed, strands of hair fell across my face, obscuring my vision. As I'd been doing for many years, I casually swept my hair aside with a quick flick of my wrist. Long hair could be such a pain at times. I'd thought about cutting my hair short once or twice, but knew I'd always looked better wearing it long. Besides, cropping it short might make me look like a boy. That was something, I didn't want.
Or did I?
As silly as it sounded, I wasn't sure what I wanted.
After rising from my bed, I had to make my way quickly to the bathroom. Nature was calling... and being a real bitch about it too. Before I could sit down, I had to put the damn toilet seat down. I wondered who the hell the damn fucker was that had left it up. Fortunately, I was able to hold it until after I'd plopped down on the seat. And just as I'd been doing since I was little, I wiped myself from front to back once I'd done my thing.
At least, something finally seemed normal.
And yet oddly, it didn't.
After rising from the seat, I went over to the sink and washed my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror above the basin. "Looking damn good, girl," I mumbled at the sight of my image in the mirror. And yet, there was something that still didn't seem right. But I was so damn hot... had this figure to die for... long silky hair... and these pouty, ever so kissable lips.
Everything seemed so perfectly normal and natural.
So why did I keep thinking something was wrong?
Although I wasn't sure why, I pulled the tight-fitting sweater I was wearing over my head. I was wearing a bra. I was surprised, and yet I wasn't. Even though I wasn't exactly sure why, I knew wearing one was necessary. I had tits.. really big tits. But what was the big deal about me having a large pair of firm, full tits? It wasn't as if I'd been visited by the titty fairy while taking my nap.
As I slowly slid my hand along the curve of my waist, I realized how soft and smooth my skin was. I liked how good my body felt. The soft downy fuzz covering my body seemed perfectly normal, but not quite natural. I couldn't explain what it was. Somehow, something was wrong! Very wrong!
Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I felt self-conscious about standing in front of the mirror wearing only my bra. I felt better once I'd slipped back into my pullover sweater. I stared at myself in the mirror. "What's the matter with me? When did you get so modest, girl?"
Girl?
In my odd-sounding voice that one word kept echoing in my mind.
And then, all of a sudden I knew.
Appearances could be, were often, deceiving. How this had happened was still hazy, but I knew I'd eventually remember. She - that hot, sexy babe looking back at me from the mirror - might be me now, but she wasn't who I'd been born. Yet somehow I also knew she was me... here in this world.
My name was Richard Alan Franklin.
Despite what the mirror reflected back at me, I was a man.
I took a long look at myself in the mirror. It was so difficult believing what I saw there. Wondering how I could have become such a totally hot-looking girl, all I could do was shake my head. That sent my long hair swirling about my neck and shoulders. My hair fell over my eyes again. The tousled hair of the girl in the mirror made her look wantonly sexy. At the same time, it made me feel the same way. "What is Mandy going to think when she comes home and finds me here?" I doubted she'd be overly thrilled with finding another girl in our apartment.
When I went back into my room, I understood why I'd thought it was Mandy's room and not mine earlier. Whatever had changed me into a girl had clearly made my room a girl's room. I spotted a purse sitting on the dresser. At first, I thought it was Mandy's, but why would Mandy's purse be in my room? At that moment, I knew it was mine. I also knew there should be an ID inside my purse. And for some unknown reason, I had a sudden need to look at it.
Oddly, I found my driver's license quickly. Finding it so fast just seemed kinda strange. It was almost as if I already knew where it should be.
The name printed on it was "Rebecca Anne Franklin." I might have been more surprised, if that hadn't been my name. It seemed so strange. Now that I'd seen my driver's license, I remembered being Rebecca as well as, if not maybe better, than I remembered being Richard. Not that they were all the same, my friends called me Becky now, just as they'd once called me Dick.
As I went into the living room, I began wondering where Mandy was. I was getting worried about her. Unless my nap had been a lot shorter than I'd thought, she should be home. I wasn't too sure - not that I really knew - how I'd explain being Becky to her.
Something didn't look right about the picture of my sisters and me. Although I knew I shouldn't have been, I was stunned when I went over and picked it up. The picture was still the four of us. My sisters still looked the same, but the me in the picture was Rebecca. Oddly, I remembered it being taken. My sisters had had trouble getting the Richard me to smile, while the Rebecca me couldn't stop giggling.
Only then did I realize how much I looked like my sisters. I wondered if my sisters would recognize me now that I was one of them and not their brother. What would I tell my parents the next time I called them? When they heard my voice, they'd probably think I was one of my sisters.
Was this the reason Herbie had found this picture so interesting?
Herbie?
No, not Herbie... Herbert Wellington Atkins the Fifth.
I remembered it all.
That damn fucking asshole was some kind of wizard. That arrogant little shit had altered reality and changed me into a girl so he could steal Mandy away from me. He'd probably be pissed I still remembered being me. He'd be even more pissed once he knew his foul plan had failed. All I had to do was figure out some way of explaining things to Mandy.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
As I headed for the door, I wondered if it might be Herbie come to gloat. That wouldn't have surprised me. Everyone knew what an obnoxious asshole he was. But then, was he ever in for a big surprise.
That butthead might be a wizard, but he was nowhere near as good as he thought he was.
As I neared the door, I hoped it was Herbie. I knew exactly what I was going to do. It was something I'd been wanting to do for years. I doubted Herbie would enjoy having that cute little tight ass of his kicked anywhere near as much as I was gonna love doing it.
I couldn't help but smile as I opened the door.
Four
"Sorry about ringing the bell," beamed Mandy as she bounced into the room. "I forgot my key again," she added calmly. "I wish I knew why I forget to take it with me. You'd think I'd remember after living with you the last eight months."
Eight months? That wasn't right. It had only been a week. "Don't give it a second thought, Mandy." That wasn't what I'd wanted to tell her. And how could Mandy remain so calm about finding this girl me in our apartment.
"But I do worry; I can't help it," she replied. "It doesn't make sense. I was never so forgetful before moving in with you."
"It's not my fault." Why did I say that? I'd wanted to tell her it was that damn asshole Herbert casting his stupid spells?
"I didn't say it was," replied Mandy. "Why would you ever think I'd think it was your fault, Becky?"
Becky? That surprised me. But not because she'd called me Becky. I knew that was my name now, but how had Mandy known. And then, there was that eight months she thought we'd been living together instead of the week I knew it was.
"Are you all right, Becky?"
"I'm fine," I replied, even though I knew I wasn't. Even worse, I'd tried telling her otherwise, but found myself unable to do so. At the same time, what I'd told her wasn't quite a lie either. The Becky me did feel fine; the me that was Dick didn't. "I was just thinking, Mandy." That was the truth. "We'll figure something out." I was also having bad feelings about whatever the hell was going on.
"I'm sure we will," replied Mandy. "Maybe I should just staple the key to my hand."
"That's a bit extreme; isn't it?"
"I was joking."
"I know."
We started giggling. I'd never giggled before. At the same time, Mandy and me giggling about something somehow kinda felt perfectly normal... even natural. I was beginning to think that damn little snot Herbie might be a better wizard than I'd first thought.
"You should have gone with me to the mall, Becky."
"Maybe I should have," I replied, knowing I'd still be the old me if I had. That wasn't the reason I gave Mandy. "That would have been one way you wouldn't have needed your key."
"I hadn't thought about it that way, but you're right," replied Mandy. "Keys weren't why I thought you should have gone to the mall with me." Abruptly she flashed a wide grin. "There were more boys than usual at the mall today. The Sports Shop was having this big sale. You should have seen how many tall, handsome young hunks were milling about the mall."
Was she kidding? "I thought you had a boyfriend." I was surprised I'd managed to say that. I also had this funny feeling I wasn't going to like what it meant.
"I do. But he wasn't with me. You know how it is," she replied with a wide playful grin. "Besides, I wasn't really looking for me, silly." Her grin abruptly turned devious. "I was hoping I'd find you another guy. You've been out of the action way too long, girl!"
Another guy? I didn't like the sound of that one bit, but I was surprised when I replied, "I'll think about getting out more, Mandy." Why had I said that? What the hell was there to think about?
"Good! I saw Wally at the mall. He asked about you."
"Wally?" I was puzzled. "Wally who?"
"Are you sure you're all right, Becky?" Mandy sounded as bewildered as I felt. "Wally Harris, of course. We were just talking about him last night. Remember? We'd agreed he was a hunk! Why didn't you tell me you knew him?"
Wally Harris? I knew who he was, but had no memories of meeting him. He was the quarterback of the State University football team. "But I don't know him," I replied, while unsure my denial was true.
"That's not the impression I got from Wally," smiled Mandy.
"What does that mean?"
When Mandy didn't answer my question, I wasn't surprised. "Wally invited the two of us to a party tonight. I think we should go."
"So do I," I replied, surprised at my quick response. "We'll have lots of fun." I was also starting to remember Wally... from Becky's point of view. That night... after the football game... under the bleachers... Mandy was right; Wally was a stud. The Dick me was less than thrilled with what I was thinking, but the Becky me clearly knew Wally real well.
"Wally told me to leave my boyfriend home. But that's all right with me," said Mandy. "He's not a party person. Herbie's a real bore at parties."
"Herbie?" No! It couldn't be! "Don't tell me Herbert Wellington Atkins the Fifth is your boyfriend!"
Mandy slowly shook her head. "Are you sure you're all right, Becky?" she asked. "To be perfectly honest I don't know why I go out with him. He's never been much of a boyfriend. I can't explain it any better, Becky. Whenever I'm with him, something just seems to be missing."
Or someone, I thought. "I won't tell Herbie, if you won't," I said.
"You're the best girl friend ever, Becky!" She hugged me. And I hugged her back. "I need to figure out what I'm gonna wear tonight. I'm sure I've got something hot and sexy in my closet."
"I'm sure you do," I replied, somehow knowing we both did.
"Maybe I'll get lucky tonight and find me a better boyfriend," said Mandy, as she turned and headed for her room.
That seemed highly likely. Plenty of handsome unattached hunks hung out at Wally's parties. How had I known that?
No sooner than Mandy had entered her room, the doorbell rang. I wondered who it was. With Mandy home from the mall, I wasn't expecting anyone. Knowing it was the only way I'd find out who was there, I headed for the door.
Shit, I thought after opening the door. Standing in the doorway was the last person I'd wanted to see. "What do you want, Herbie?" I snarled.
"That's Herbert... Herbert Wellington Atkins the Fifth, as you well know, Rebecca." As if he were the cat that had eaten Granny's canary, he grinned at me.
"Whatever," I replied in disgust. "Mandy's in her room. Do you want me to tell her you're here, Herbie?" That wasn't what I'd wanted to ask him.
"That's Herbert! And her name is Amanda, Rebecca. By now you know I've won; I'm her boyfriend now," he replied hautily. "But I didn't come here to see my Amanda. I wanted to talk to you, Rebecca."
I should have known! He'd come to gloat. It was so like that damn bastard. "About what, Herbie?" I replied innocently. Once again, it wasn't close to what I'd wanted to ask. Or how I'd wanted to ask it.
"My name is Herbert! You're a stubborn girl, Rebecca." He smiled oddly. "Maybe not so stubborn after all. I forgot. You may speak your former mind for a few moments, sweet Rebecca."
I glared daggers at him. How dare that asshole call me sweet Rebecca? "What the fucking hell have you done to me, you ass-licking pile of shit?"
"Such a potty mouth! How exciting? But you should be ashamed of yourself, Rebecca." As he started laughing, I knew he was laughing at me. "Isn't what I've done obvious? I certainly thought it was. Have you looked at yourself? I've changed you into a girl... a very pretty girl... one all the boys like. Never again will you come between my Amanda and me!"
"You're such a prick, Herbie!" I snapped.
"Am not! And that's still Herbert to you, sweetie. Won't you ever learn?" he snapped back at me. "Enough is enough! Time for you to return to Rebecca-mode. I doubt I'll let the old you speak his mind again." After saying something I couldn't understand, he laughed again, then headed for the door. "Maybe you can be Amanda's maid of honor when we get married. I'm sure you'll just love that."
He was still laughing as the door closed behind him.
"Hell's going have to freeze over before I marry that dimwitted dork!" exclaimed Mandy from the hallway.
I couldn't help but smile. Even though Herbie had lost Mandy again, he didn't know it yet. I wasn't surprised. Maybe if he spent some time as a girl, he'd figure out what we liked.
"If you've picked out what you're going to wear to Wally's party, Mandy, would you mind helping me pick out what I'm going to wear?" I want to look my best for Wally.
"Not at all, Becky."
"You're the best girl friend ever, Mandy." I wasn't sure what had happened, but being a girl didn't seem so bad now.
As we headed for my room, I wondered if Herbie would ever figure out that whatever he did he and Mandy were just never meant to be together.
But then, jackasses like Herbie never learn.
The End