A Man's Change

"Who are you?" your mother asks in confusion. "What are you doing in my house?"

Feeling very disturbed that your own mother doesn't know you, you fumble to come up with something to say. "I... I am, er... Julian's girlfriend," you say finally. "Yeah, he went to school early but forgot smething, and sent me to get it. That's why I'm here." You quickly start looking around for the strange book, but are still unable to find it.

Your mother stares at you with her eyes narrowed. "Well, it's nice to meet you..."

"Karen," you supply, picking the name out of the air. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Miller." You suddenly spot, not the book, but an envelope with your name written on it. You grab it and stuff it into your back pocket. "I'd better be going," you say, heading toward the door. You pause to grab a pair of girls' shoes placed beside the doorway, and then continue to make your way out of the house, your mother watching you intently.

Soon, you exit your house, the door locking behind you. This is it, you realize. I'm homeless. Beginning to cry, you put on the shoes and sowly start walking. You are halfway down the driveway when you remember the envelope.

Pulling it out, you rip it open and remove a letter and a hotel key. Unfolding the letter, you begin to read: "Hello, Julian... or should I say Julia? Yes, that's right, you are no longer a male. How, you ask? Well, to put it simply: magic. Why? Because you are directly responsible for the worst day of my life. That's not something I could just forgive, you understand.

"But don't worry, sweetie, it's only temporary. The spell will wear off by itself in thirty days, but you can make it shorter if you want, honey. From time to time, I'll leave you instructions. Should you follow them, I'll shorten your sentence. But should you try to tell anyone who you truly are, I'll just have to extend it much longer than your original punishment. Understand, cupcake? No help from anyone.

"Now, your new name is Emily Johnson. You now live at the Holiday Inn (key inclosed). You are a new student at your, or should I say Julian's, school. All your legal stuff has been taken care of, and all you need to do is show up.

"Finally, your instructions. This is worth one less day: Dress in the skimpiest, most slutty outfit available. You need to look good for your first day, after all!

"Sincerely, your wost enemy."

You stare at the letter. After rereading it twice, you angerly rip it to pieces. How could they do this to you?! Even if you did hurt them, it definitely couldn't have been this bad! You look at the key and wonder what to do...