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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Capricorn (tg, teen) [2/3]
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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Here's my latest.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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"So much for the theory that this guy is really gay."

"Yes, but now it makes sense. You were right. He wasn't gay, so we 
would've just wound up being good friends. Now, we could actually be 
boyfriend and girlfriend, and later husband and wife."

Jenny sighed, knowing that she'd never talk him out of his belief 
that Lance was his soulmate. Instead, she asked, "Now what?"

"Well, when I go to school tomorrow-"

"What school? You are not registered in any school."

"What are you talking about?"

"Donald was registered in school. You are clearly not Donald. You 
made the same mistake I did, even after I warned you about it."

"Oh, God, I did, didn't I? What am I going to do? If I can't go to 
school, then how am I going to get close to Lance?"

"Oh, relax. As a kid, it should be easier to establish a fake 
identity for you. I know your mom knows some people through work that 
can get her some fake documents for you. If worse comes to worst, you 
may just have to use another wish. But first things first. What do 
you want call yourself?"

"What about Donna?"

"That's too close to your old name. We'll probably have to use a 
cover story of you being a friend of the family or distant relative 
who has come to stay for a while. Having a name too close to your old 
would be too coincidental."

"Okay, what about Judy?"

"Sounds good. I wouldn't say you look much like a Judy, but in 
today's society, that's not really a big deal."

"Why? What do I look like?" Without waiting for an answer, the new 
girl ran off into the bathroom. Once she got a look at herself in the 
mirror, she said, "Holy cow! I'm Japanese!" She returned to the room 
and said, "I guess Judy is not gonna work."

"Nonsense. You can just say your parents decided to give you an American name."

"No, no. If my body is Japanese, then that must mean that Lance is 
attracted to Japanese people, so a Japanese name can only help." 
Jenny rolled her eyes while the person who used to be Donald thought. 
Finally, the youth said, "I think I'll be called Akita."

"Sounds great. Now let's go see if we can find you something to wear 
in my wardrobe. Those old, male clothes may have been magically 
changed to fit your new shape, but they definitely don't look good on 
you."

"Then what?"

"Then we take you home and introduce your mother to her new daughter."

************

NEXT MONDAY...

Everyone, both male and female, couldn't help but stare at the new 
student as she came up the walk. In her three inch heels (which she 
had spent many hours of walking practice on over the week since her 
transformation), her butt wiggled sexily and her H cup breasts 
bounced with every step. Her body seemed ready to burst out of the 
low cut blouse and short, tight skirt she was wearing.

Akita had wanted to wear a miniskirt and a blouse so low cut that it 
would have shown her bra, but her mother threatened to lock her in 
the basement before she would let that happen. Linda, Akita's mother, 
seemed ready to put her daughter in baggy turtlenecks and hoop 
skirts. There had been a bit of an argument about that, but Aunt 
Jenny solved it by suggesting that they consult teen fashion 
magazines. Both women had agreed that Akita would restrain herself to 
wearing only what was in fashion. Unfortunately for Linda, what was 
currently in fashion showed off far more of her daughter then she 
would like.

That was really the only problem that mother and new daughter had 
encountered so far. Akita had been a little worried that her mother 
would freak over her son deciding he wanted to be a girl, but Linda 
had been so worried that Donald would do something stupid, like make 
a pass at a boy that would have beaten him up for it, that the almost 
elegant solution of Donald becoming Akita had been almost welcome.

For the first couple of days after her transformation, Akita had 
actually been hard pressed to find four hours in which to do 
housework. Practically from the moment she woke up, her mother seemed 
determined to do everything she possibly could with her new daughter, 
as though she were making up for the 15 years in which Akita had been 
Donald. Akita had been worried that her mother liked her more as a 
girl and asked her mother about it. Linda assured her daughter that 
she loved and would love her no matter what form she took. It was 
just that the two of them could do more together now. Donald might 
have tried to go with his mother on an all day shopping trip, but he 
would've been hating it before lunch. Akita, however, took to it as 
though born a girl.

The next couple of days after that weren't quite such a happy time 
for Akita. Linda's gynecologist had had a cancellation, so Linda 
surprised her daughter with her first visit. Akita found the visit 
more than a little embarrassing, but slightly less embarrassing than 
when her mother sat her down and discussed all the ins and outs of 
keeping "down there" clean and well cared for.

Then, after a weekend filled with lessons on how to seduce men (from 
both Linda and Jenny) went by, Akita was off on her first day of 
school as a girl.

As Akita strode up to the doors of the school, she flirted as coyly 
as she could, with a few special looks towards Lance. Akita figured 
that it would be love at first sight, so all she would have to do was 
walk up to him, and then they'd ride off together into the sunset. 
(She actually fantasized that, never quite working out the details of 
where the horse came from.) Her mom and Jenny, however, convinced her 
to start out coy, saying that no matter how much that Akita was in 
love with Lance, she should still make the boy chase after her.

And it definitely seemed to to be working. Every time Akita looked 
over to the group of boys where Lance was hanging out, they 
definitely seemed to be looking back, pointing, and chattering 
excitedly.

Akita was so preoccupied with trying to see if Lance was interested, 
that she almost walked into one of the other girls. She quickly 
recovered and noticed that it was Luisa Gonzales, the hottest girl in 
school. Luisa was in the fantasies of most of the boys in school, 
although she had dated none of them. The rumor was that she had dated 
only college guys, but that didn't keep the boys from fantasizing.

Before Akita could say anything, Luisa said, "Excuse me. I wasn't 
really watching where I was going." She extended her hand. "My name 
is Luisa Gonzales."

Akita almost blurted out that she knew, but instead just took Luisa's 
hand and said, "My name is Akita Archer. I just recently moved into 
town."

"Archer? Any relation to Donald Archer, cute freshman a little taller 
than you?"

"He's my cousin. My great-grandfather and his were brothers." It was 
the story that she, her mother, and Jenny had come up with. If 
pressed, she would say that her great-grandfather married a Japanese 
girl, and all successive generations had married Japanese as well. 
She could, if necessary, also attribute her large bosom to her 
Caucasian heritage. Changing the subject, she asked, "Did you really 
think my cousin was cute? I never thought so, but hey, he is my 
cousin."

"Well, he was just a freshman and definitely rough around the edges, 
but he did show potential. I suppose if he were two years older 
rather than two years younger than me, I might have encouraged him to 
ask me out. So where is he?"

"He's visiting a sick relative, my aunt. He and my mother were 
closest to her, so they got elected to take care of her, and I got to 
come here."

"Sounds rough, particularly for someone so young. At least you're not 
too far along in the semester. I hope your sick aunt recovers soon. 
Can I help you find your way around?"

She didn't need someone to show her around, but since there would be 
no way to explain that, and since hanging out with the hottest girl 
in school could only help establish her as one of the popular girls, 
Akita smiled and said, "That'd be great! Donald sent me a map of the 
school that he drew up for me on his computer, but someone to show me 
around would be tons better."

"So it's set. The first thing we need to do is head to your locker, 
or don't you have one yet?"

"Actually, my mom arranged it with admin so that I could just step 
into Donald's schedule and set up, same locker and stuff. I was 
basically taking the same stuff anyway. Probably a different name, 
but how many ways can you say 9th Grade English or Algebra I?"

"Probably hundreds, but it's probably all the same stuff anyway."

The two walked together into the school. They maneuvered quickly 
through the halls until they got to the end of the hall where Akita's 
locker was. It was colloquially known as "Freshman Hall", so Luisa 
waited at the end while Akita got her stuff. They then made a quick 
consultation of where all of Akita's class's would be, and then Luisa 
escorted her to where her first class, leaving only after getting a 
promise that they would meet for lunch.

At the beginning of lunch, they met just outside the cafeteria. Luisa 
bought them lunch and led them over to the "popular table". The other 
kids at the table, mostly girls, hassled Luisa about being with a 
freshman and Akita about just being a freshman, but Luisa told them 
to back off, explaining about Akita's sick aunt. The girls were 
sympathetic enough to offer to let Akita sit with them as long as 
Luisa was willing to vouch for her.

During lunch, Akita asked, "So what's the dating scene like around here?"

One of the girls at the table asked, "What are you looking for?"

In an exaggeratedly sweet tone, one of the other girls said, "The man 
of her dreams, of course." All of the girls, including Akita, had a 
quick chuckle over that.

Akita said, "Seriously though, what are the boys like around here? If 
I accept a date from a boy who asks real nice, do I put a bottle of 
perfume or a bottle of mace in my purse?"

The girl who had asked what Akita was looking for said, "Well, most 
of the boys around here are, well, they're high school boys. You keep 
them on a short leash, you encourage them without promising too much, 
and you should be okay. We have our share of octopi, of course, so 
with a specific guy asks you, ask around about him before going out. 
The other girls will tell you what he's like."

"What about..." Akita looked around and, trying not to seem too 
obvious, pointed to Lance, "him, the boy in the Letterman's jacket?"

"Lance is... a special case."

"Special case? What does that mean?"

"Lance is a womanizing hound, but he is nice about it. If he dates 
you, his one goal is to get in your panties, if you know what I mean. 
While he is doing it, he wines you and dines you, takes you to all 
the nice places, but at some point, either you put out for him, in 
which case he loses all interest, or you don't put out for him, in 
which case he moves on to an easier target. He won't mistreat you or 
anything, but he's definitely not dating for the long haul."

"Maybe he's looking for the perfect girl."

"A lot of girls have thought that, only to get burned in the end. 
Trust me, if you're looking for someone to treat you nice for a while 
before you part company, or you're actually looking for sex, then 
he's worth dating. Otherwise, stay clear of him.

Despite the warnings, Akita was still sure that she and Lance were 
meant to be together. She said nothing, though, and after lunch, the 
second half of the day was spent doing pretty much the same as the 
first half.

After school, Luisa offered to give Akita a ride home. Akita was 
tempted to say no, thinking that maybe she could get Lance a little 
more interested in her. However, she quickly decided against that and 
accepted the ride, figuring that she had plenty of time to work up an 
interest in Lance. On the way home, the two made small talk and got 
to working up a good friendship.

For the next couple of weeks, the day to day events went pretty much 
the same. Akita got to be friends with more than a few of the girls 
at the table, so even after her "sick aunt" started getting better, 
she was allowed to continue sitting with them, even though she was a 
freshman.

A few of the girls noticed the interest that Akita was taking in 
Lance and asked her about it. Akita told them that she was trying yet 
Lance as a boyfriend, but told them it was to help solidify her 
popularity in school. She told him that she didn't plan on having sex 
with him, so for a few weeks, or however long it would be, she got to 
be the girl friend of the football star, and he got a big busted 
hottie to show off, so they'd be using each other. Most thought she 
was being silly, but a few did actually think it was a good idea, and 
fewer still offered a few suggestions to help trap the boy.

Finally, after three weeks of school as Akita, on Friday, Lance 
approached Akita before school while she was just chatting with Luisa 
and said, "Excuse me, but could you and I talk privately?"

Without being prompted, Luisa said, "I'll be inside if you need me," 
and got up and left.

After she was gone, Akita asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Well," he said as he shuffled nervously, "I can't help but notice 
that you seem to be doing a lot to get my attention."

Playing it coyly, but Akita just smiled and said, "Maybe I have; 
maybe I haven't. Let's say I have. If I have, has it worked?"

"Definitely. I think I've noticed you every time you walked in the room."

Akita crossed her arms under her bosom and juggled it a little. "You 
and every other guy in the school."

Lance was quick to jump to his defense. "Oh, no! It wasn't just your 
boobs. I'm not going to pretend I didn't notice them, but everything 
else about you is great, too. You have such a pretty face, and such 
pretty, brown, almond shaped eyes. You're just so beautiful." Lance 
stared down at his own feet. "Do you think you and me can go out 
tonight or tomorrow night?"

"I think that might be possible. I'll have to ask my mom first. Can 
you wait till after lunch for my answer?"

Lance took her hand and kissed it. "I'd be willing to wait a lot 
longer for you."

After Lance took off, Akita went inside. When she was just through 
the doors, she heard Luisa ask, "So did he ask you out?"

Akita was a little startled, but quickly recovered and said, "Yup. 
I've got him on the hook, and now it's time to just reel him in."

In a low drone, Luisa said, "Congratulations. I suppose it was just a 
matter of time."

"You don't sound too happy for me."

Luisa shrugged. "It's just that I think you can do better. And 
please, spare me the 'I'm just using him to get popular' routine. It 
may fool some of the girls, maybe even most of the girls, but not me. 
I know you too well. You're sprung on this boy and don't try to deny 
it."

"Well, what if I am? I finally got a chance to see if it'll go 
anywhere. What's wrong with that?"

"Because Lance is a player. I'm afraid you'll get your hopes up 
thinking that there's gonna be something more. Then Lance will dump 
you, and you'll wind up being miserable. I just don't want to see 
that."

Akita turned her back on Luisa. "Well, I think we're meant to be 
together, so if you don't wanna see that, you don't have to stick 
around."

Akita felt Luisa's hand on her shoulder. "That wasn't what I meant, 
and you know it. Look, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you will be the girl to 
turn Lance around."

Akita turned back. "You really think so?"

Luisa shook her head. "Not really, but I'm the first to admit I could 
be wrong, and if I am, then I'll be the happiest girl in the world 
for you."

"Thanks."

During lunch, Akita called her mother and asked for permission for 
the date. Her mom wasn't happy, saying that she felt that things were 
going too fast, but she said that as long as she met the boy, she 
agreed to let Akita go out on her date.

That evening, Lance was the consummate gentleman, not just for 
meeting Akita's mother, but for the entire date. He never tried to 
take liberties with her, and never put his hands anywhere on her but 
on her hand.

That began a series of weekend dates between Lance and Akita. Every 
Friday and Saturday, Lance would come pick up Akita, always coming up 
to the door and coming in, always waiting whenever it was necessary 
(very rarely), and always being very deferential and respectful to 
Akita, her mom, and Aunt Jenny whenever she was around.

This went on for a couple of months until Thanksgiving weekend 
vacation. Thanksgiving Thursday was spent with family (Aunt Jenny 
always had the best spread). Friday night, Lance and Akita had their 
regularly scheduled date. Lance took her out to a movie, then up to 
the local "Lookout Point". Once there, Lance turned on the radio, and 
wrapped one arm around Akita as she snuggled up against him. They had 
done this many times before, and Lance had always stopped with 
snuggling before. This time, he reached up and gently stroked her 
boob. Akita sighed and said, "That's nice."

"I hope you don't mind. I've been wanting to touch you like this for a while."

"I don't mind. In fact, I've been wanting you to touch me like that 
for a while, too."

"You should've told me."

"And get a reputation for being easy? I don't think so. Now kiss me, you fool."

Lance quickly did as he was told. He started with light kissing. 
Light kissing led to heavy kissing. Heavy kissing led to heavy 
groping. That in turn led to Lance sliding his hands underneath her 
blouse. Before either of them knew it, they were in the back seat 
with their clothes half off doing the wild thing.

All that weekend, Friday, Saturday, and even Sunday, they got 
together and had sex.

-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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