7-18-99
The rings used in this story are the second pair of rings introduced by
Eric in his Finishing School story, not the original pair from my original 
story Weird Wednesday.  I'm not going to go into all the rules for the 
rings this time, so if you want to know what they are, you can read
Weird Wednesday, which is on Fictionmania.  Because these are a
different pair of rings, they do have slightly different characteristics than 
the original.


SRU: Reverse Rings: Naughty but Nice

By Morpheus

Sidney wiped the dirt from his pants, frowning at the newly 
formed tear in them. Wincing slightly at what he knew was going to 
develop into a nice bruise on his stomach, Sidney reached up and double 
checked to make sure that his nose wasn't bleeding.  He didn't want to 
have to explain that to his parents when he got home, though he knew 
that he'd have to come up with some sort of reasonable explanation for 
his pants being torn. And being attacked and beaten up by 3 bullies on 
the way home from school wouldn't do. Even if it was true.

His parents were fiercely against fighting and always told Sidney 
that if he was in a fight, he could have easily avoided it if he'd just tried.  
The fact that he was jumped while trying to run away didn't seem to 
matter much to them and he'd long since ceased trying to explain or 
argue. His parents minds were made up.  All he could hope for at the 
moment was to convince them that he'd run afoul of another dog, or hide 
it from them. Neither of these options suited Sidney very well though 
since they would be lying, and he didn't want to do that.

Sighing, Sidney limped over to his back pack which had been 
unceremoniously emptied onto the ground by his attackers mere minutes 
earlier, and slowly started putting his notebook and school supplies back 
in it.  Sidney frowned, blaming his parents for the fact that he'd often 
been the target of school bullies, especially Zeke Thompson.  He was 
secretly sure that if they hadn't stuck him with a name like Sidney, that 
he never would have been targeted in the first place.  Maybe if he'd been 
named Hank or Mike, things would have been different. But no, he was 
Sidney, and people with names like his were usually the target of bully's. 
 
That was the law of the school, or so it seemed.

Continuing his walk home, Sidney took his time, favoring his 
sore leg. "I hope I don't get grounded" he said without much hope.  If his 
parents asked him what had happened, Sidney knew that he wouldn't lie 

to them, and he'd get grounded for being in a fight. "First I miss the bus, 
and now this" he grumbled.  Absently rubbing at the bruise on his 
stomach again, Sidney worried about what he was going to do when he 
got home.

Getting near his goal, Sidney smiled as he saw 3 girls leaning up 
against a rather beat up looking Camero, smoking and joking around. 
He'd recognized them from school, being in the same grade as he was.  
All of them were dressed up in black, and several nose rings and such
were clearly visible.  They were a couple of the schools bad girls, and as 
Sidney was passing by, one of them glared at him, giving him the finger 
before turning back to her friends.  Sidney shrugged, ignoring the insult. 
He was used to it. However, one of the girls in particular caught his eye. 
Casey Peterson, the girl in the middle, had rather short dark reddish 
brown hair, too much mascara on, black lipstick, and a nose ring, not to 
mention a dog collar around her neck. She blew out a stream of smoke, 
and as soon as her friends weren't looking, she gave Sidney a wink, 
nodding slightly in his direction. Smiling, Sidney waved back, hurrying 
towards his house.

Though Sidney had seen two of the girls around school, he didn't 
really know them except by reputation.  Casey on the other hand was 
well known to Sidney. She was both his best friend, and his girlfriend 
(well sort of) though neither would ever admit it.  Casey lived just a
couple houses down from Sidney, and they had grown up together.  As 
kids they used to spend a lot of time together playing, becoming rather 
close friends. 

However in more recent years they had gone in separate 
directions. Casey had gotten involved with some bad elements as his 
mother would say, becoming one of the schools most well known bad 
girls.  She was always getting in trouble in one way or another. Sidney 
on the other hand had gone in the other direction, becoming one of the 
guys that was practically invisible in school, except to the occasional 
bully.  At school they avoided each other, not being in the same social 
circles and neither willing to admit that they were friends with the other. 
But out of school, when nobody else was watching, they were still 
friends. In fact, Sidney looked forward to his frequent talks with Casey. 
She was one of the few people that he felt confident
with.

Taking one more glance back at the 3 girls, Sidney shrugged and
hurried into his house knowing that he was likely to be in trouble, but 
deciding that it would be better to just go ahead and get it over with.


Relieved that his parents weren't home, Sidney quickly hurried 
and changed out of his school clothes. He knew that he wasn't going to 
avoid getting in trouble for fighting as well as ruining some of his good 
clothes, but he could put it off for just a little longer.

Pausing at his desk, Sidney smiled at the half finished jigsaw 
puzzle that was sitting there, feeling somewhat eager to get back to work 
on it.  Sidney loved puzzles, both because they helped him relax and 
because he loved the challenge.   There were several other puzzles of
different sorts sitting around his room, trophies of his triumphant solving 
of them.  Glancing back at his most recent jigsaw, Sidney knew that he'd 
probably have it finished that night.

Sidney turned away from his desk, reminding himself to finish 
the puzzle later. At the moment his parents weren't home, an that gave 
him an excellent opportunity to go to the mall without having to ask 
them and risking their refusal.  Though he still had a couple puzzles that 
he hadn't gotten around to yet, he wanted to look around for anything 
new. That game shop in the mall usually had a couple of them, and he 
also wanted to check out the book store to see if there was any new 
books in as well.

Making sure that he had his money, Sidney briefly considered 
asking Casey for a ride since she had her own car, then remembered that 
she'd still be busy with her other friends. Shrugging, Sidney headed 
towards the bus stop.

Leaving the game store in the mall, Sidney had been a little 
disappointed that they didn't have anything new. There were a few things 
that he didn't have and was interested in, but he didn't really feel like 
buying any of those at the moment.  Shrugging, he started towards the 
book store, hoping that they at least had something new in. 

On his way towards the book store, Sidney's eyes were caught by 
something else. "I don't remember that" he muttered, noticing a new 
store with a sign that proclaimed it to be Spells R Us.   What had caught 
his eyes was something in the window that looked very much like some 
sort of puzzle box. He loved those things.  Without stopping to wonder 
where the unfamiliar store had come from, Sidney hurried through the 
door. 

Inside of the store, Sidney glanced around, even more impressed. 
There was all sorts of stuff scattered all over, stuff that he knew must be 
antiques, though a number of new items were also visible.  "Interesting" 
Sidney said, glancing around.  Who knew just what kind of interesting

things might be found among the clutter.  Then Sidney noticed an elderly 
man behind the front counter, wearing what Sidney recognized as some 
sort of wizards robe. Chuckling to himself, Sidney guessed that this guy 
must really be into his role.

The old  man looked up and smiled faintly at Sidney.  "May I 
help you young man?" the Old Man asked politely, a slight twinkle in his 
eyes, though Sidney missed it.  Then before Sidney could answer, the 
Old Man chuckled, saying "You look like someone who enjoys 
challenges of the intellectual sort"

"Um....I guess" Sidney stammered.  Gulping, he said "I noticed 
the puzzle box in your window...."

"Ah" The Old Man said thoughtfully, "I believe I have just the 
thing for you then" Quickly turning around, the Old Man disappeared 
through a door behind the counter, coming back moments later with a 
wooden box in his hands.  Gently setting it down in front of Sidney, the 
Old Man said "I think you might like this puzzle box." 

Looking at the box, Sidney wasn't extremely impressed.  It was 
just a wooden box, though he could tell that it was definitely very well 
carved, not leaving any specific way to open it visible. On the top of the 
box was a carving of two peacocks, their necks entwined around each 
other.  The peacock carving was also painted extremely faintly, not 
noticeable until Sidney changed his angle a little.  He quickly changed 
his mind, deciding that this box was definitely interesting, and probably 
very old.  "Nice" he said finally. "How does it open?"

Chuckling, the Old Man told him, "If I told you that, it would 
ruin the challenge now, wouldn't it?"

"I guess" Sidney admitted reluctantly.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a hint" the Old Man 
chuckled, running his hand over the box. "The carving on top," he ran his 
hand over the peacock's "is the clue"  Then smiling, the Old Man pushed 
the box closer to Sidney so that he could get a better look.

"I don't know" Sidney mused, definitely interested in buying the 
box though still not sure. Nodding slightly, the Old Man told Sidney, 
"This one is a little special. There is a prize inside of the box if you can 
get it open."

That immediately caught Sidney's attention. A prize only made 

the challenge of figuring out how to open the box more interesting.  
Sidney was nearly drooling with anticipation.  "How much does it cost?" 
Sidney asked, hoping that he'd have enough. When the Old Man told 
him, Sidney let out a sigh of relief. He had enough for it, though just 
barely.  Minutes later, Sidney was heading out the door with his purchase 
in hand.

Returning home, Sidney saw that his parents were already there, 
cheerfully talking while his Mom was cooking dinner.  As Sidney 
walked past, his Mom turned towards him scowling. "I found your torn 
pants on the floor in your room. What happened?".

Darn, Sidney thought, feeling his pulse starting to race.  Hanging 
his head, Sidney sighed and admitted that he'd been jumped after school. 
"I'm sorry" he said, meaning it though he knew there was nothing he 
could have done to avoid it.

"How many times have I told you not to fight.....?" his Mom 
started the lecture and Sidney sighed, knowing that it wasn't going to be 
fun. "...and you've ruined a perfectly good pair of pants....."  When it was 
over, Sidney slowly made his way back to his bedroom, grounded for a 
week and relieved that it hadn't been more.

Getting comfortable on his bed, Sidney pulled out the puzzle box, 
carefully examining it for any clues as to how it opened.  He had to 
admit that it was very well made, and the seams that weren't hidden by 
the carving were so faint as to be nearly invisible.  "I bet it was made 
from a single piece of wood" Sidney mused as he finished his 
examination.  Smiling as he found one small section that he was able to 
push in slightly with his fingers, Sidney carefully manipulated the piece 
in and to the side until it wouldn't move any more.  Then he pulled his
hand away, looking for what he needed to do next. Almost immediately 
after he'd removed his hand, the section slid back into it's original 
position, leaving almost no sign of the seams.

Sidney was fascinated, wondering just what the trick was.  
Carefully examining the section that had moved in, he then started 
examining the other sides, looking for some of the same things he 
noticed.  Though he wasn't completely sure, he thought that he found 
similar sections on the other sides of the box.  However, none of them 
would move at all.  The only movement from the entire box was from 
that first section.  Getting an idea, Sidney pushed that section back in 
again, and holding it, he went and tried the ones on the other sides of the 
boxes, finding that the one on the opposite side of the box would now go 
in as well.

"I'm getting it" Sidney said excitedly, wondering what to do next. 
But as soon as he moved his hands away, both sections immediately 
pushed back out into their normal positions. He tried everything he could 
think of, but he could only get those two slots to push in, and only if he 
moved them in order, and held them in.  "How do I get this thing to 
open?" Sidney asked, beginning to get a little frustrated.  Leaving the 
box on his bed, Sidney got up and paced around his room, trying to 
distract himself with something else.

Once he'd relaxed more, he remembered that the guy who'd sold 
it to him had said something about the carving being the clue.  Going 
over and looking at the twin peacock's again, Sidney started laughing. 
Two peacocks with their necks wrapped around each other.  "I've got it" 
he exclaimed, thinking that it was so simple.  "It takes two people to 
open"

Impatient to actually open it and see what was inside, Sidney 
briefly considered asking his Dad to help him open it, but then decided 
not to. This was something special, and he wanted to share his discovery 
with someone who might actually appreciate it, or at least how much it
meant to him. That would mean waiting until he could get Casey to help.

Several hours later, Sidney heard a faint knocking at his bedroom
window, and broke into a wide grin.  Only Casey ever came into his 
room through the window, but then his parents never liked her in the 
house at all anymore, calling her a "bad influence."  Seeing Casey  
through the window grinning, Sidney hurried over to let her in.

"How's it going?" She grinned as she came inside.  "Heard about 
your run in today" she quickly added before Sidney could respond to her 
opening question. "Too bad, but you've got to stand up for yourself"

"It wouldn't do much good" Sidney protested, sighing as he did 
so. "There were three of them."

Casey snorted, obviously unimpressed. "I still say that you should
Have kicked those fucking shitheads asses"  Sidney winced. That was 
one thing about Casey that he didn't like. She constantly used profanity, 
whereas for him "darn" was the worse that he'd say.  "You can't let those 
fuckers keep pushing  you around"

"I know" Sidney groaned, "but they'd kill me"  It was an old 
conversation that they'd had many times before, and at this point by long 
standing unspoken agreement, they changed the subject.


"So, you hear about that party on Saturday?"  Casey asked  "It's 
gonna be fuckin great"

"No" Sidney replied, shaking his head. "You know I don't like
parties" 	Shrugging slightly, Casey said "Too bad." then she 
grinned broadly, adding, "Shit, you've got to loosen up a little.  Cut loose 
and have some fun"  Sidney sighed, they'd had this conversation before 
as well, and he knew that this one wasn't going to be cut that short.  For 
the next 15 minutes, they talked about Sidney's lack of interest in parties
and several other topics.

Eventually Sidney remembered the puzzle box and brought it out 
to show Casey. "I think it takes two people to open it" he told her, 
demonstrating as much as he could do on his own.  "Can you get here 
and here?" He pointed to the two spots that he believed needed to be 
pushed in.  Casey eagerly helped Sidney, especially after he mentioned
that there was supposed to be some sort of prize inside.

"Like this?" she asked, nearly catching Sidney in the face with an
elbow as they both struggled to move the sections at the same time.  
With a audible click, the top of the box popped up slightly.  "Shit" Casey 
exclaimed, excited.  Carefully they both pulled their hands back, finding 
that the sections were staying pushed in this time, rather than popping 
right back out.

Opening the lid, Casey said "This is so cool" excited at having
figured out the trick for the puzzle box. It was a very easy one to open, 
but it took two people to do so, which he thought was rather odd, but at 
the same time very interesting.  Looking inside of the box, Sidney 
laughed, seeing that there were two rings sitting there. "The prize" he 
said, "Or prizes" he corrected himself, pulling both the rings out. They 
looked identical, each having swirls of different colors running around 
them like a rainbow, or maybe a peacock, Sidney corrected as he 
remembered the picture on top of the box.

"Fuckin awesome" Casey exclaimed with a grin on her face, 
examining the rings in Sidney's hand.  "Let me look at one" she said, 
grabbing one of them out of Sidney's hand. 	"I guess they're probably 
meant for both of us" Sidney said after he'd thought about it for a 
moment.  "Since it took two people to open it, I think that each of us is 
supposed to have one as a prize"

"Cool" Casey grinned, slipping the ring over her finger. "Fits
perfectly" she said, sounding slightly surprised.  Sidney just looked at his 
for several more minutes before setting it down on his night-stand. He 

wasn't much interested in wearing jewelry of any kind, though he had to 
admit that it was kind of neat to get as a prize.

While Casey was starting to talk about her day at school, Sidney
listened but also looked at the puzzle box. Closing the lid, he heard a 
click, and saw that the side sections were all pushed back out into their 
normal positions.  It was locked again. Shrugging, Sidney put the box to 
the side so that he could give his attention to Casey. 

After they talked for another half hour, Casey suddenly looked at 
her watch, exclaiming "Shit, the bitch is gonna kill me if I'm late again"  
Sidney nodded, wondering how Casey could get away with talking about 
her Mom like that, though he'd long since gotten used to her doing so.  
"I'll see ya later" Casey said, already climbing out the window. Pausing 
for a second, she blew Sidney a kiss and warned him "Be careful 
tomorrow. I heard that  asshole Zeke is gonna try jumping you before 
class"

Then with that she was out the window and gone.  Sidney smiled,
thankful for her warning as he closed the window back up.  Glancing 
back towards his clock, Sidney realized that it was already his own bed  
time and one of his parents would probably be up to tell him so within a 
few minutes.  Shrugging, Sidney started to get ready for bed, trying to 
think of how he could avoid Zeke Thompson in the morning.

Sneaking past Zeke in the morning was no problem for Sidney 
since he knew what to expect.  Once again he thanked Casey for the 
warning, knowing that it not only saved him from some pain, but 
probably another grounding as well.  As Sidney hurried to his class, he 
felt cheerful and excited, reminding himself that it was Friday and the
weekend was just about there. Sure he was grounded, but he wasn't 
planning on going any place anyway. 

For most of the day, Sidney remained careful though, looking 
around corners and keeping an eye out for Zeke or any of his friends.  
Sidney knew that they weren't likely to be happy at his having spoiled 
there fun, and might try looking for sometime during the day. 
Unfortunately, Sidney's suspicions were proven correct when Zeke and 
one of his friends had cornered him during lunch, spitting into his food 
tray and making sure that he left lunch hungry. As annoyed and hungry 
as he was though, Sidney left the lunch room relieved that he hadn't 
actually been hit for once. But who knows, he reminded himself, there
was still the possibility of after school as well.

When Saturday morning rolled around, Sidney tried to sleep in as 

long as he could before eventually crawling out of bed, careful of the 
bruise on his stomach from two days earlier, and of the fresher bruises on 
his arm from after school the day before.  Sidney thought it was fortunate 
that this time he hadn't torn any clothes or left any signs that he'd been in 
a fight. Getting grounded for another couple weeks wasn't something that 
he wanted to face.

Since he was grounded, Sidney saw no reason to hurry about 
getting up, except for the cartoon's that he always watched on Saturday's. 
Though Casey often gave him a bit of a hard time for watching cartoons, 
Sidney thought that they were amusing and enjoyed it.  Once the last of 
the cartoons were over, Sidney went back to his room, to read some 
more Moby Dick, and work on his jigsaw puzzle.

The day went by slowly for Sidney, until early in the afternoon 
when his parents had taken off to get groceries. Almost as soon as 
Sidney's parents were gone, Casey knocked on the front door and walked 
right in.  "How's it going Sid?" Casey asked, yawning some.

"Fine" Sidney told her, wondering just how recently Casey had 
woken up.  She still looked a little groggy.

"I was out partying last night" she admitted when Sidney 
mentioned it, "It was all right, but that fucking slut Denise kept 
giving me shit. I had to knock her fuckin face into the wall and teach her 
not to fuck with me."   Casey looked rather smug as she went on to describe 
the details of her fight with Denise, another girl that Casey sometimes hung
around with.

"You know me" Sidney told her with a wry grin, "I just sat 
around and played with myself" then realizing the other meaning of what 
he'd just said, Sidney blushed furiously, much to the amusement of 
Casey.  "I didn't mean it like that" he grumbled, adding "I was working 
on my puzzle"

"Sure you were" Casey responded with a grin, only making 
Sidney blush more.

Sidney quickly forgot his embarrassment as he chatted with 
Casey, relaxing and feeling better to actually have someone listen to him. 
That was the one thing that Sidney believed kept them as friends. They 
were always willing to listen to each other's problems, and they felt at
ease talking to each other, in spite of all of their differences.

The odd pair talked to each other for over an hour before Sidney 

heard a car pulling into the driveway.  Sidney glanced out the window, 
frowning as his suspicions were confirmed. His parents were back.  "I'd 
better be going" Casey said, already moving towards the back door.  
"Your folks might not understand" then she laughed, and gave Sidney a 
wink, "Then again, maybe I should stick around"

"Get outta here" Sidney told her, blushing slightly at the thought 
of what his parents might think of finding him and her at home alone.

"I'll talk to you later" Casey muttered as she adjusted her black
leather jacket, "but I've got to go and get ready for the fuckin party 
tonight.  I've got to get some booze" then with that she was out the back 
door, just in time since Sidney's parents were opening the front door. 
Sighing, he started walking towards the car to give them a hand bringing
in groceries.

That night, Sidney was putting the final pieces into his latest 
jigsaw puzzle, yawning as he did so.  "It's getting late" Sidney mumbled 
to himself, glancing towards his clock.  "I guess it's bed time"

Then almost as if an echo to his thoughts, Sidney's Mom called 
from the hallway "It's getting late dear and you should get ready for 
bed." then Sidney's Mom poked her head into his room, smiling sweetly 
and adding  "It's already past  your bed time and a young man of your 
age needs plenty of rest if he wants to remain healthy"

"All right Mom" Sidney told her. With another yawn, Sidney 
glanced back at the clock again, reading 10:56.  "I guess I'd better get 
ready" Sidney told himself, getting up and starting his nightly routine of 
brushing his teeth, going out to give his Mom a goodnight kiss on the 
cheek, and then getting dressed in his pajama's.

Sidney was just climbing into bed, when he saw the rainbow 
colored ring on the night-stand.  Grinning at his prize, Sidney gently 
picked it up and  started rolling it around in his palm.  Holding back a 
yawn, Sidney slipped the ring onto his finger. Immediately, Sidney felt a
gut wrenching twist throughout his very being, and an overwhelming
dizziness.  Sidney's last thought was of confusion as everything blacked 
out on him.


His senses and awareness returned to him, though Sidney still felt
very  confused and muddle headed. Blinking, Sidney tried to clear his 
mind, but it didn't seem to do much good, though he did realize that he 
felt rather warm and nice for some reason. In confusion, Sidney glanced 

around, realizing for the first time that he was leaning onto a couch that 
he didn't recognize, and what was worse was that there was incredibly 
loud music and people  everywhere.

"Where am I?" Sidney asked aloud, though it came out slurred.
Blinking his eyes again, Sidney looked away from all the people around 
him, and down at his own hands, being startled to see a bottle beer in his 
hand, as well as a lit cigarette between his fingers.  The fact that his 
fingernails were now black didn't really dawn on Sidney, nor did the fact 
that he was wearing several rings.  Shaking his head slight, Sidney 
looked around the unfamiliar room he was in again, vaguely realizing 
that he was in the middle of a party. And a wild one at that.

A disoriented Sidney looked around at all the teenagers 
surrounding him, many dressed up in black clothes and looking like 
people that Casey would hang around with.  And they were all dancing 
around, drinking and talking, none of them seemed to be noticing him 
and how out of place he was in a party like that.  As Sidney started to go 
try and find some answers about where he was and what was happening, 
he noticed that his balance was very unsteady and very off.  

Almost stumbling, Sidney started moving through the crowd of
people, heading to where he didn't know.

Just then, somebody slapped Sidney on the back, making him 
drop both the beer bottle and the cigarette that he hadn't realized he was 
still holding.  "Sorry Casey" the unknown teenage boy told Sidney, "You 
can have some of mine" and he handed Sidney a glass with some brown 
liquid in it.  Feeling rather uncertain and confused, Sidney numbly lifted 
the glass to his lips and gulped it down, coughing slightly at the burning 
sensation going down his throat and into his belly. But even though it 
burned, it felt very pleasant and made Sidney feel even more giddy. As 
Sidney handed the now empty glass back to the boy, he saw a bottle of 
whisky in the boy's hand.  A bottle that he then refilled the glass from, 
with the same liquid that Sidney had just drank.  "Want another?" the 
boy slurred slightly.

"No thanks" Sidney slurred, bending down to clean up his mess 
like he'd always been taught. The beer was half spilled and Sidney knew 
that he'd have to find a rag to clean it up, but he grabbed the bottle and 
the still burning cigarette and started moving through the crowded
room again.  Still feeling rather confused and dazed, Sidney suddenly
realized that the stuff he'd just drank was whisky. That must be why he 
was feeling so muddle headed and good, Sidney thought.  "I'm drunk" he 
muttered, wondering how that could be though. He didn't remember 

drinking anything before that one glass.  But what about the bottle of
beer in his hand, and the cigarette, he asked himself, not having any 
answers.  He was even more confused than before.

Sidney stopped at the door to the bathroom, standing behind one 
other person who was also waiting.  Frowning, Sidney wondered why he 
was waiting for the bathroom, then remembered what he'd planned to do. 
He'd wanted to splash his face with some cold water and try to clear his 
head.  When the girl in front of him went inside, Sidney moved forward, 
feeling rather impatient for some reason.

Absently, Sidney brought the cigarette that was still in his hand 
up to his mouth, taking a drag, and staring at the closed door in front of  
him.  It took Sidney a moment to realize just what he'd done, and as he 
blew the smoke out, he was somewhat startled at how easy that had been. 
Quickly trying to wash his mouth out, Sidney used the only thing 
available, the remaining beer in the bottle.  Sidney gargled the beer in his 
mouth, realizing that didn't taste all that bad. But then again, neither had 
the cigarette.  Shrugging, Sidney swallowed the beer, then looked at the 
cigarette butt in his hand, burned almost all the way down.  Sidney shook 
his head, snubbing the butt out and wondering how he could have 
smoked at all.

When the door opened up and the girl came out, the smell of 
vomit nearly made Sidney want to empty his own stomach.  Trying to 
keep control of himself, Sidney went inside, dropping the cigarette butt 
into the unflushed toilet bowl.  Sidney shook his head, but the sudden
dizziness it brought convinced him that this wasn't a good idea.  He
blinked his eyes a few times to unblur them, turning the cold water on.  
After splashing his face, Sidney looked into the mirror and his eyes went 
wide with shock.

Right in front of Sidney, reflected from the mirror was the face of
Casey. Her short dark reddish brown hair, her heavy mascara (somewhat 
smeared), her black lipstick and even the nose ring.  "Holy SHIT!" 
Sidney exclaimed in confusion, knowing that what he was seeing 
certainly couldn't be there. The shock suddenly cleared his head a bit, but 
all Sidney could think to do was stare at his reflection, his mouth 
dropped open.

Trying to get a hold of himself, Sidney finally looked down, 
seeing that he was certainly wearing Casey's clothes, and he hadn't even 
realized it. He had on a tank top shirt, black jeans with the knee's torn 
out, and a pair of black women's boots.  His belly button had a small ring
through it and several small tattoo's were evident on his body.  Even

Casey's small but perky tits pushed out from his chest.  "Shit" Sidney 
said again, unsure of what to think of this.

Gulping, Sidney tried to remember what could have caused this, 
though he wasn't even sure what "this" was.  What made it even more 
difficult was that his memories were all kind of blurred and uncertain.  In 
fact, the last thing that he could remember before waking up against the 
couch was getting ready for bed, but even that memory wasn't too clear 
at the moment. Not with all the alcohol in his body.  "Going to bed" 
Sidney muttered, trying to realize what that meant. Then he grinned, 
confident that he had the answer. "I'm dreaming" he said, satisfied with
himself for figuring it out.

Since Sidney knew what was actually happening, he relaxed, 
suddenly finding it funny that he was worried about nothing.  Unable to 
help himself, Sidney started giggling, not knowing why he was dreaming 
about being Casey, or even really caring. But as long as he was 
dreaming, he decided that he might as well go along for the ride.

Staggering back out of the bathroom, Sidney made his way 
through the crowd, amused at how many people kept calling Casey.  
Sidney made his way to the middle of the room and got himself a new 
bottle of beer, hesitating only for a second before he began drinking it. 
Thinking that if he was going to drink in his dream that he might as well 
do it all the way, Sidney grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort out of one 
girls hands, taking a gulp of that as well.  For the first time in his life, 
Sidney cut loose, his inhibitions already lowered by the alcohol made it
much easier to consume more.  Before Sidney knew it, he was dancing
wildly to the music along with all the other teens.

After an hour, Sidney leaned up against the wall, completely 
drunk and barely able to stand.  Sidney giggled, feeling rather confused 
but very good.   He even bummed a cigarette off of one of the kids next 
to him, leaning back and smoking as he listened to the music.  "Cool
dream" he mumbled to himself, blowing a stream of smoke off to the 
side as he watched a guy on the couch who was beginning to look very, 
very interesting.  Taking another swig of his beer, Sidney groaned then 
got up, moving back towards the middle of the room, ready for more 
partying.

Casey looked around her new surroundings, confused as to what 
was going on.  "What the fuck?" she asked, realizing that she was in 
Sidney's bedroom, and wondering how the hell she could have gotten 
there. The last thing she remembered was being at the party and passing
out.  Waking up on the floor or in some strange guys bed wouldn't have

surprised her much, but in Sidney's room?  That was definitely strange.

Getting to her feet, Casey looked down and was startled to realize
that she was wearing some goofy looking pajama's.  And more startled 
when she realized that her tits weren't pushing out in the front.  "Shit" 
Casey mumbled as she quickly examined herself, immediately noticing
that her body was entirely wrong.  The cock between her legs especially
caught her attention. "What the fuck's going on?" she asked herself 
again, realizing that somehow she seemed to have turned into Sidney. 

"Shit" Casey snarled, deciding that someone must have slipped a 
little something extra into the pot she'd been smoking earlier. That would 
certainly explain the strange hallucination she was having.  "This is too 
fuckin weird" she said, "way too fuckin weird"

Casey felt uncertain as she looked around the room, searching for
something to drink or even some cigarettes. "Figures" she muttered when 
her search turned up nothing, "even in my dream, Sidney's completely 
clean."  Disgusted, Casey sat back down on the bed, stifling a yawn and 
wondering what she was going to do.  Then she grinned as she got an 
idea, stripping the pajama's off looking at her new penis.  "Kind of 
small" she complained, "but I've seen worse"  Wanting to satisfy her 
curiosity, Casey played with herself until she got hard, then kept at it 
until she slurred semen all over her hands.  "Gross" she complained, 
knowing that she'd had lots worse. As she cleaned her hands off on a 
shirt, Casey felt rather embarrassed for some reason.  Almost ashamed, 
and that wasn't something she was used to feeling.

Just then, Casey heard a voice calling from the hallway.  "Are 
you in bed yet Sidney?" Sidney's mom asked, making Casey feeling even 
more embarrassed, and afraid of being caught after jerking off.  Quickly 
clicking off the light, Casey crawled into bed, hoping that Sidney's Mom 
wouldn't come in and smell what she'd done.  When the door didn't open 
and nothing else was said, Casey let out a sigh of relief.  "Darn, that was 
close" she muttered, yawning again. Since Casey felt so tired, she curled 
up and let herself drift off to sleep, wondering where she'd find herself 
when she woke up for real.

Sidney woke up to a pounding headache and was barely able to 
force his eyes open, though he didn't really want to.  Though everything 
was rather blurred at first, Sidney realized that he wasn't in his room. He 
was someplace else, and lying on a couch at that.  Confused and groggy, 
Sidney tried to ignore the pain in his head and the twisting inside of his 
guts, glancing down at himself.  Sidney was shocked to see that he was 
half undressed, and more so to see that he was obviously not himself.  

"Shit" he muttered, vaguely remembering the night before and realizing 
that it wasn't just some strange dream. He felt far too sick at the moment 
to just be dreaming.

Leaning over, Sidney emptied the contents of his stomach onto 
the floor, feeling a little better, though not much.  Once he was finished 
with that, Sidney turned his attention back to his half dressed state, 
noticing that some crusty dried stuff was smeared all over his thighs, and 
his pants were down around his ankles.  Groaning, Sidney didn't 
remember what had happened with that, and for the moment he was 
almost glad. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to know.

With that, Sidney put his clothes back on, and stumbled towards 
the bathroom, stepping over several unconscious bodies on the way.  As 
soon as he was there, he shoved the unconscious boy with his head in the 
toilet bowl out of the way, then proceeded to empty his stomach of what 
little remained in it.  It was only when that was finished that Sidney 
realized that he needed to empty his bladder as well.  Ignoring the 
sleeping boy on the floor, as well as the one in the bath tub, Sidney 
proceeded to undress enough to relieve himself.  Sidney barely 
remembered to wipe himself when he was done, quickly pulling his 
pants back up and slipping out of the bathroom.

Staggering into the kitchen, Sidney winced with every step, sure 
that his head was going to explode "So this is what a hangover feels like" 
Sidney mumbled to himself as he searched through the fridge for  some 
orange juice, remembering that orange juice was supposed to ease 
hangovers.  Not finding anything but an empty fridge, Sidney turned 
away, wondering if he was in any condition to go home. Then a fearful 
thought occurred to him, where was home?   He couldn't go to his own 
house like this, somehow looking like Casey, and he didn't really want to
go to her house.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sidney didn't notice the boy who was
staggering towards him, holding his own head in his hands. As they 
slammed into each other, Sidney's stomach protested, nearly making him 
want to puke again, and the pounding in his head was nearly making him 
want to cry. "Whatcha where the fuck you're going" Sidney snapped at 
the hungover boy, pushing his way past and heading back to the living 
room of the strange house. "Who the fuck does that bastard think he is?" 
Sidney grumbled, holding his palms to his temples.

Sitting back down on the couch, Sidney closed his eyes and 
muttered "God I feel like shit"  Groaning, he leaned back and tried to let 
himself go back to sleep, hoping that the hangover would just disappear. 
 

Minutes later, the boy that he'd ran into in the kitchen came over, sitting 
down on the other side of the couch, though Sidney was a little too 
preoccupied with his headache to really pay attention.  After the boy 
pulled out a cigarette, he paused for a moment, then held the pack out 
towards Sidney, asking "Want one?"

"Sure" Sidney mumbled, figuring why the hell not. It wasn't like 
it would kill him, especially not if his memories of having smoked the 
night before were correct.  Sidney accepted a light from the other boy as 
well, then sat back and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke out and 
wondering just what was so nasty about cigarettes. He knew that he'd 
never liked people smoking near him before, thinking that it was gross, 
but for the life of him he couldn't see why. 

Over the next hour or so, Sidney suffered in silent agony, while 
many of the other teens that had been unconscious on the floor began to 
get up and stumble around, the majority of  them obviously suffering 
hangovers too.  "My Dad's gonna kill me" one exclaimed next to Sidney. 
 
Shrugging, Sidney wondered what his Dad would say about his being 
there, if he knew. But he didn't.   Certainly not since Sidney looked just 
like Casey, and he didn't even understand that.  Sidney had been feeling 
too bad to put much thought into what had happened to him, but as he sat 
there, watching the teens staggering around, he began to wonder.  If he 
was Casey, then was she him?  Sidney ran through it in his mind, 
thinking about it until his fading (but still present) headache forced him 
to stop.

Sidney began to get annoyed at all the people that were beginning 
to walk around decided that it was time to go home, even if he wasn't 
quite sure where home was at the moment.  He didn't even know where 
he was.  After saying goodbye to a couple of the kids that he'd been 
talking with, vaguely remembering some of them from the night before, 
Sidney left the house, hoping that he could make it back to his or Casey's 
house with the way he still felt. "I don't wanna walk too fuckin far" 
Sidney muttered as he started to walk down the sidewalk, stopping 
suddenly as something caught his eye.  A grin formed on Casey's face 
and he told himself, "But I don't need to walk"  Confidently, Casey  
walked over to the beat up Camaro on the other side of the street.  Sidney 
recognized it immediately as Casey's car, "my car for now" he chuckled, 
glad that he'd finally get to drive it for once. He'd always envied Casey 
for having her own car, and was more than eager to "borrow" it, along 
with her body.

The engine quickly roared to life and Sidney smiled as he made 
the tires squeal before he took off.  Though Sidney wasn't completely 

sure of exactly where he was, he knew that if he drove around for a few 
minutes he'd find some recognizable landmarks. And once he did, he'd
head home and try to find out what the hell was going on.

Casey felt rather uncomfortable as she sat in church, dressed up 
in Sidney's Sunday best.  Sidney's parents had woken her nearly at the 
crack of dawn, telling her that she had to get ready for church.  
Definitely something that she wasn't used to.  Though she'd been 
completely disoriented at waking up in Sidney's body, Casey had 
managed to keep control of herself and convince Sidney's parents that 
she was their beloved son.

At first, Casey was rather disgusted by Sidney's Mom. She was  
so nice and sweet that it was sickening. Almost like June Cleaver or 
something.  But Casey did have to admit that the novelty of having a 
home cooked breakfast was very nice, as was having a "mother" who 
actually paid some attention to her.  Having a father, even if he was
Sidney's, was another novelty for her since her own father had ran off 
when she was nine.  So it was almost in spite of herself that Casey 
started enjoying the morning, though she couldn't get her mind off of her 
new situation and wondering what had happened.

Trying not to squirm too much in her seat as the priest gave his
sermon, Casey wondered how Sidney could stand coming there every 
Sunday. It was so boring, but at the same time it did make her feel a little 
better.  Though for some reason, it also made her feel rather guilty when 
she remembered some of the things that she'd done. A church was not a
place that she thought she belonged in.  Once the service was finally over 
and they started to leave, Casey let out a sigh of relief.

Sidney slowly drove past his own house, noticing that the car was
gone. Obviously they were at church he decided.  "Well fuck them" he 
sneered to himself, deciding that Casey's home might be a better bet. 
Glancing down at his rather dirty clothes, Sidney became even more
convinced of this. 

Once Sidney had parked the car in front of Casey's house, he 
hurried inside.  In the living room he saw Casey's Mom, lying back on 
the couch with a glass of something in her hand. "Where have you 
been?" Casey's Mom demanded in a slurred voice. She's drunk, Sidney 
realized with faint disgust. He'd known that Casey's Mom drank a bit too 
much, but to actually see her drunk that early in the day was a bit much. 
"Well" she demanded again, attempting to stand up.

Sneering, Sidney snapped "None of your fuckin business" then he

purposely ignored her and hurried to Casey's bedroom, locking the door 
behind himself.  Once he was alone, Sidney sat down on Casey's' bed, 
looking around at all the rock star posters and morbid pictures on the 
wall.  He hadn't been in Casey's bedroom in months, though it hadn't 
changed much at all. A few new pictures and things, but nothing too 
drastic. 

"God I feel like shit" Sidney mumbled to himself as he began to 
get undressed, wincing at the strong smell of vomit coming from his 
pants.  His hangover still hadn't faded completely, and he wanted to just 
crawl up and go into a coma, but he knew that he couldn't do that just
yet. He had to find out what had happened to him, and if there was a way
back.   And to do that he'd need to find Casey, whom he suspected was in 
his body.  After tossing the filthy clothes into a corner instead of the 
laundry hamper like he normally did, Sidney started to look over his 
naked body again, this time more thoroughly. 

Sidney sat down again on the edge of the bed, staring at the pussy
between his legs. He'd never seen one for real until he'd woken up that 
morning, unless he happened to see one the night before during that time 
he couldn't remember.  Putting that thought out of his head, Sidney 
gently ran a finger over the strange slit, smiling as he did so. It seemed 
so sensitive.

Sighing, Sidney put a stop to his exploration, deciding that it 
should probably wait until he'd at least had a shower. He still felt rather 
dirty and didn't want to have to face Casey while being all smelly and 
gross.  Gently running a hand over his nose ring and then the several 
rings in his ears, Sidney decided to leave them for the moment.  
However, the rings on his fingers and the bracelet he was wearing all 
came off and were set on the dresser. All except for the brightly colored 
rainbow ring that he remembered as one of the prizes from the puzzle 
box. That ring he kept in his hand, staring at it. Something about it had 
drawn his attention to it, but he couldn't think of what that was.  
Frowning, Sidney figured that it would probably come back to him later
if it was important, so he set the ring down with the others and went to
take his shower.

Once Sidney had finished showering, he felt much better.  
Almost humming to himself, he started looking through Casey's clothes 
to find something to wear. Settling on some tattered black pants and a cut 
off Marilyn Manson T shirt, Sidney got dressed again. Reaching for the
black leather jacket, Sidney put it on, absently slipping a pack of 
cigarettes he'd found on the dresser into one of the pockets.  "Shit hot" he 
exclaimed as he stared at himself in a mirror, "Now to find Casey and 

figure out what the fuck is going on."

 After walking the short distance to his own house, Sidney was 
partly nervous and partly relieved to see that his parents were home. That 
would mean that Casey was back too, assuming of course that she was in 
his body of course, and that she was pretending to be him. Sidney 
couldn't be sure of any of that, but knew that he was going to find out.

 Though Sidney's first thought was to just walk in through the
door, he caught himself just in time, realizing that he couldn't do that 
looking like Casey and with his parents home.  Not with them disliking 
her.  Feeling amused at the irony, Sidney went around to the window 
outside of his own bedroom, then climbed up to peer through it.  Seeing  
someone that looked like himself lying on the bed, Sidney felt a 
momentary surge of panic, which he quickly suppressed. After taking a 
deep breath, Sidney knocked faintly on the window.  He  only had to 
wait a minute before the person on the bed sat up, looking rather startled 
then hurried over and opened the window.

"Shoot" the person with Sidney's face said, "You caught me by
surprise."  Then pausing for a moment, looking rather nervous, he asked 
"You are Sidney, aren't you?"

Letting out a sigh of relief, Sidney responded "Yeah. You kind of 
had me worried for a moment Casey."  Climbing inside, Sidney asked 
"Any idea how this happened?"

"No" Casey said, shaking her head (or was that his head), "None.
You?" Sidney shook his own head, sitting down on the edge of his bed.  
For several minutes they stared at each other uncomfortably, neither sure 
of what to say so settling on silence. Finally it was Casey who broke the 
silence, asking "I don't remember much about before we changed," she 
blushed slightly, "so what do you remember?"

Sidney thought about it for a moment and sighed. He 
remembered it all right, but it was a little bit foggy thanks to all the 
alcohol that he'd drank, though he didn't admit that.  Instead, Sidney told 
Casey "Not much except that I was just getting ready for bed."  They 
both sighed, staring at each other again, not knowing where to look next. 
 
For the next half hour, they tried to figure out what had caused their 
sudden exchange, with no luck.  They each came up with several 
theories, including alien experiment, God teaching them a lesson, a 
galactic hiccup or even some sort of strange cosmic joke.  However, 
there was nothing proving any of them could have been the cause.


Sidney and Casey were beginning to get exasperated, then 
suddenly they heard Sidney's mom calling from just outside the door, 
"Sidney..."   Sidney and Casey looked at each other in horror, Sidney 
mouthing "Shit" while Casey muttered "Darn".  As soon as the door 
began to creak open, Sidney dove for cover behind the bed, crawling
underneath it and praying that his Mom didn't catch him.  Sidney's Mom 
came in and told Casey "We're going to Aunt Elaine's in just a few 
minutes, so you'd better get ready" then she turned and left the room 
before Casey had a chance to say anything. 
 
Climbing out from under the bed, Sidney couldn't help but smile. 
It had felt kind of dangerous or risky to be hiding like that, and it had 
also felt sort of good.  Sort of thrilling. "Guess you're gonna have to go" 
Sidney told Casey, who was looking very uncomfortable. "When she 
wants to go visiting relatives, there's no way to avoid it. Believe me, I 
know."

"What should I do?" Casey asked nervously, having met Aunt 
Elaine before, but not really knowing her. 

Sidney chuckled slightly, advising "Be polite, use lots of please 
and thank you's, and other than that you don't need to do much but sit 
there while she says how much you've grown" Casey groaned at that, 
while Sidney chuckled.  "Mom will be back here in a minute, so I guess
I'd better get the hell out of here while I can.  I'll try to get back here 
tonight."  After a quick goodbye, Sidney climbed back out the window 
and hurried "home"  Lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, Sidney, felt 
sorry that Casey would have to deal with Aunt Elaine, but glad that it 
wasn't him.

Shortly after Sidney returned "home", some friends of Casey's 
showed up, asking him if he wanted to hang out at the mall with them for 
awhile. "Sure" Sidney responded with a grin, looking at the two girls that 
he'd frequently seen Casey with.  One of them had black hair and was 
several inches taller than Sidney (in Casey's body) and was named 
Bonnie, while the other was a bit shorter and had electric blue hair, and a 
ring through her lip.  That one was called Lee, though Sidney suspected 
that it wasn't her real name.  He chuckled to himself as he imagined that 
her real name was something like Buffy or Tiffany, something that
she'd be embarrassed to give.

"Hey Mom" Sidney called out, almost sarcastically, to the drunk 
woman on the couch, "I'll be back.....whenever"  Then laughing at the 
look on her face, they started towards the mall.


At the mall, Sidney, Bonnie, and Lee strolled through the halls, 
with Lee sarcastically commenting on everybody they saw.  Sidney and 
Bonnie laughed at her sharp wit, glad that it wasn't them that she was 
insulting.  Bonnie on the other hand only made an occasional comment 
about some guy that they saw, saying something like "He sure has a nice
ass" or "He looks like he's probably hung like a gnat", snickering 
afterward.  Sidney just tried not to be out of place, finding it amazingly 
easy to joke along with the two girls, laughing at their comments and 
even throwing a few of his own in.

Sidney felt surprisingly at ease with his two new friends, 
especially since he knew they normally wouldn't give him the time of 
day.  In fact, just a few days earlier, Lee had given him the finger for no 
reason other than he was walking past.  But now, it was like she was his 
best friend, which he guessed she was considering that he looked like 
Casey. 

However, after they'd walked around for awhile and window 
shopped, something dawned on Sidney.   He didn't remember seeing that 
place he'd bought the puzzle box at, and they'd been through most of the 
mall. It wasn't anywhere near where he remembered it, but Sidney 
shrugged it off, only vaguely wondering if it had gone out of business 
already.

When they finally got tired of walking, the trio went outside the
mall's main entrance and sat against the wall, watching the traffic go by 
as they smoked and made snide comments. Sidney couldn't help but 
giggling at Lee's latest observation, thinking that this was certainly more
interesting that some stupid jigsaw puzzle. 

Casey winced as the matronly Aunt Elaine pinched her cheek  
again.  She swore that if that woman did so one more time, she was 
going to get sick.  And  Sidney's parents were both right there as well, 
looking so prim and proper, and acting very nice. Sort of like how a 
family should act, Casey thought in wonder. Even if they were a little bit
Leave it to Beaverish. 

Once they had finished their visit and were ready to leave, Casey 
felt relieved. Unfortunately, just as she was walking out the door, Aunt 
Elaine had to get in one more pinch of the cheeks, saying "You come 
back and visit me soon, Sidney dear." 

Sighing, Casey tried to hold back her annoyance and force a 
smile, responding "Yes, Aunt Elaine."


"Promise?" the woman asked.

"I promise" Casey said with another sigh.  But finally she was 
done and away from Aunt Elaine. Now she couldn't wait to get back 
"home", where hopefully she could talk with Sidney again.

However, when Casey got back to Sidney's house, there was no 
sign of him and his parents were still there, reminding her that she 
(meaning Sidney) was grounded.  Fuming at her bad luck, Casey went 
into Sidney's room, locking the door behind herself.  Casey sat down in
the chair next to the desk, trying to think of what she could do, but 
nothing came to her. Absently, she found herself picking up a piece of 
the jigsaw puzzle sitting on the desk and looking for where it belonged.  
Sliding it into it's place, Casey smiled faintly and reached for the next 
piece.  As she continued placing pieces into the puzzle, bringing it closer 
and closer to completion, Casey realizing that it was  rather relaxing. She 
felt better already.  And it was somewhat fun as well.  Smiling to herself, 
Casey put thoughts of her predicament out of her mind and focused all 
her attention on the puzzle.

Sidney said goodbye to his friends as they dropped him off at 
"home", asking if he was sure that he didn't want to go out partying with 
them. "Not tonight" Sidney told them somewhat reluctantly, "I've got 
some shit to take care of"  Nodding, Bonnie and Lee took off, leaving
Sidney alone.

Taking a quick look at Casey's house behind him, Sidney turned 
and started walking to his own house.  Minutes later he had climbed 
through the window and  was back in his bedroom with Casey.  "How 
was Aunt Elaine?" Sidney asked with a smirk, enjoying the scowl that 
Casey was giving him.

Casey got up from her chair, staring uncomfortably at Sidney 
again, then nervously mumbled, "What if we don't change back?  What if 
we're still like this tomorrow?"

"Shit" Sidney mumbled, realizing what she meant.  "School"  If 
they were still each other, how could they possibly go to school. But then 
again, neither of them knew how long they'd be like that. They could 
wake up normal again in the morning, or it could be for the rest of their 
lives.  Sidney sighed, realizing that they had better prepare for the worst, 
just in case.  "I guess we'll have to tell each other about our fuckin 
classes" Sidney said, then frowned.  Casey reluctantly agreed, and they 
both settled down to get comfortable, beginning to tell each other 
everything that they could think of about their school days. Something

that was made much easier by the fact that they'd been friends for a long 
time and already knew most of what they'd need.

 	When they'd finished talking about school, Casey sighed, looking
nervously at Sidney then she cried out "Jeez, what could have done this 
to us?"

"How the hell should I know?" Sidney scowled, "It's not like I  
fuckin caused this shit"

Wincing slightly, Casey said, "I wish you wouldn't swear so 
much....." then her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped.  "Oh my" 
she muttered. 

"What the fucks wrong now?" Sidney demanded impatiently.

"Don't you see?" Casey asked fearfully, "You're the one that 
always complains about MY swearing"

Sidney's eyes widened as he realized that she was right. "Shit" he
muttered, not having realized just how easily he'd started acting like 
Casey until that minute. How quickly they'd started acting like each other.

Gulping, Casey said "We have to get back to normal soon, or...." 
she left the rest unsaid. Sidney nodded, knowing just what she meant. If 
they stayed as each other for too long, who knew what might happen.

"I think I'd better get going" Sidney said quietly, glancing over 
and noticing that the puzzle he'd been working on was now completed.  
"I'll talk to you later" then with that, Sidney climbed out the window and 
was gone.

Sidney walked back to Casey's house, feeling rather stunned at 
the revelation.  But now that he thought about it, he realized all the Casey 
like things that he'd been doing since their switch.  Was it her body doing 
that to him, or was it something else. Not knowing, Sidney knew that he'd 
have to think about it a little more, though he wasn't sure if he really 
wanted to.

Stepping inside the house, Sidney was immediately confronted 
by Casey's Mom, who was obviously drunk.  "Where the hell have you 
been?" she slurred, getting right up into Sidney's face.

"None of your fuckin business" he snapped, irritated at her  
bothering him.


Then Casey's Mom slapped Sidney violently across the cheek, 
snarling "Don't you talk to me like that ."

Sidney just glared at her, beginning to feel very angry. Who the 
hell did she think she was hitting him like that?  "Get out of my fuckin 
way."  Sidney growled, low and threatening. For a moment they just 
stared at each other in menace, then finally Sidney pushed past her and 
hurried to Casey's room, disgusted at the woman behind him.  "Fuckin 
bitch" he snarled as he locked the door.

Throwing himself on the bed, Sidney fumbled for a cigarette, 
knowing that it would help him calm down.  Slowly, Sidney started 
relaxing, feeling much better as he tried to forget Casey's Mom.  Or his 
Mom now, he knew with a dread, if he couldn't get back to normal.

Eventually Sidney relaxed. And as he was laying there, he looked 
down at the two swellings on his chest, pushing through his shirt.   
Strange, Sidney thought to himself, amused at the fact that he actually 
had breasts, and that he barely even noticed them most of the time. 
Curious about his new tits, Sidney started rubbing them through his shirt, 
surprised at just how sensitive his nipples seemed.  As they began to 
harden, Sidney pulled his shirt off, glad that he hadn't been wearing a bra.

Seeing his naked nipples, all big, pink, and pushing out, Sidney
started getting excited and began rubbing at them more.  They felt so 
good, sort of like a couple boners on his chest. Absently, Sidney slipped a 
hand down the front of his pants and began massaging the moist spot 
between his legs. As soon as he realized what he was doing, Sidney felt
a little embarrassed, though not enough to stop.  Moments later he was 
stripping off the rest of his clothes as well. 

Once Sidney was naked, he climbed back on the bed and returned 
to his exploration, masturbating furiously and moaning at the pleasure.  
Fingering himself frantically, Sidney brought himself closer and closer to 
orgasm, unable to believe just how good it felt.  When the orgasm finally 
came, Sidney had to bite back a scream, being nearly overwhelmed with 
the strange, but at the same time familiar sensations.  Awash in his 
afterglow, Sidney still remembered that girls were supposed to be able to 
cum again right away, so he went back to fingering himself, wanting to 
see just how many times he could orgasm in a row.

It was with a very satisfied feeling that Sidney went to bed that
night. 

Upon waking in the morning, Sidney was both relieved and 

disappointed to find himself still in Casey's body.  "Shit" he grumbled 
though as he remembered that he still had to go to school.  He and Casey 
had agreed that they would go if they hadn't changed back yet.

After dragging himself into the bathroom and taking a quick 
shower, Sidney put on some clothes that he thought would be appropriate 
for school. Appropriate for Casey that is. Once dressed, Sidney decided to 
try  applying some makeup that he  found on Casey's dresser. It was a little 
easier than he thought it would be, though the makeup did end up a little 
thicker than he intended.  That was all right with Sidney though since 
Casey's makeup was usually a little heavy and it didn't look out of place.

Finally, Sidney decided that some jewelry would be appropriate. 
The stud through his nose, the belly button ring and the rings in his ears 
weren't quite enough. A little bit more was needed, Sidney thought.  
Grinning to himself, Sidney put a studded collar that Casey often wore
around his neck, thinking that it did make him look a little like a pit
bull.  Then he added a couple bracelets and started putting some rings on 
his fingers.  He stopped just as he was about to put the rainbow colored 
ring back on, thinking that it did look a little tacky. And perhaps a little 
too bright and cheerful.  Shrugging, he left it on the dresser as he started 
off towards school, looking forward to driving there for once.

At school, Sidney was slightly startled at the way the other 
students reacted to him. Kids that would normally ignore him, or even 
push him around, were  now stepping out of his way in the halls.  When 
he looked at several of them, they quickly averted their eyes, looking in
another direction. It dawned on Sidney that they were afraid of him.  Or
actually Casey, whom they thought he was.  But whatever the reason, 
Sidney kind of liked it. He liked that feeling of power, much better than 
being the helpless guy that got picked on.

Sidney walked down the hallways with a new feeling of  
confidence. For once there wasn't that tinge of fear that he often felt at 
school. That  apprehension of what Zeke might decide to try pulling.  
Instead, Sidney felt like he was the one in charge for once.  Feeling rather
cocky, Sidney continued towards his first class, looking forward to what
might happen there.  It might have been a bit behind what he was 
normally in, but it should be interesting, he thought with amusement.

Unfortunately, Sidney's amusement quickly wore off once class

began. It was stuff that he'd gone through at least the year before, and he 
ended up trying to keep himself from being too bored by making snide 
remarks in class, much to the teachers annoyance.  The next several 
classes that he went to were much the same way.

When lunch finally came, Sidney went out behind the school for 
a smoke along with a couple of the other kids. Something that he'd 
certainly never done before, and a place that he usually avoided, but this 
time it felt perfectly normal for him to be there.  After finishing up, Sidney 
went back to the lunch room and got something to eat, sitting down next 
to Bonnie and Lee, as well as a couple other girls.  While he was eating, 
Sidney looked up and frowned as he noticed Zeke on the other side of the 
room, hassling some kid or another.  It took Sidney a few seconds to 
realize that the kid Zeke was hassling, was himself. Or actually Casey.  
Sidney watched the scene for several minutes, feeling rather numb, then  
finally Zeke hurried off, leaving Casey alone.  Looking at the girls around 
him, Sidney briefly considered going over there and talking to Casey, but 
decided that he couldn't do it at the moment. He decided instead to catch
Casey alone in the halls a little later though. 

After Sidney had finished eating, he noticed Zeke was still in the
lunchroom, though Casey had disappeared.  Just looking at Zeke made 
Sidney furious.  First that bastard kept pestering him, and now he was 
messing with Casey.  With a grim determination, Sidney started walking 
towards Zeke, a malicious grin forming on his face.  "Hey Zeke" Sidney 
quietly said to the other boy, "I want to have a word with you"

"What do you want?" Zeke sneered.

Smiling slightly, Sidney was startled to see Zeke take a step 
backward, a flash of nervousness passing through the other boy's face, 
though it was quickly covered up.  "I want to talk to you about 
Ca....Sidney"  A look of confusion passed over Zeke's face.  "I want you 
to leave him alone from now on"  Sidney said quietly, menace in his 
voice.

"You've got to be kidding" Zeke replied, "Why would you care 
about that weasel"

"None of your fuckin business" Sidney snarled back, stepping up 
into Zeke's face, "But don't fuck with him again."

Zeke smirked, "Yeah right."  Then he spat in Sidney's face, adding
"What are you gonna do about it, you fucking slut?"  Sidney burned with 
fury, and was barely aware of all the students gathering around Zeke and 

him, though keeping their distance  as well.  Then, Zeke pushed Sidney, 
making him go back a few steps.

Furious, he jumped forward, instinctively grabbing Zeke by the 
balls and squeezing tightly.   Sidney loved the look on Zeke's face. The 
look of pain. Since Sidney was already sure that most of their 
conversation hadn't been heard, he leaned over and whispered into Zeke's
ear, "Leave him alone"  Then with quick yank, Sidney added "or else."
Zeke collapsed to the floor as soon as Sidney let go, but Sidney barely 
gave the other boy a glance as he left the cafeteria.

As lunch period was ending, Sidney started towards his next 
class, feeling very confident and happily remembering that for once he'd 
actually stood up to Zeke. Maybe being Casey wasn't all that bad, he 
thought to himself  with a grin.  Feeling like he was the king, (or perhaps 
queen) of the school, Sidney took his time strolling down the hall.

After a short distance, Sidney stopped and chatted with Lee in the
hall for a few minutes.  She was curious about what the scene with Zeke 
had been all about, so Sidney told her that Zeke just owed her some 
money. That seemed to satisfy Lee, though it did turn their conversation 
quickly to other gossip. When he'd finished talking to Lee, Sidney realized 
that he'd probably have to hurry or he'd be late.  Quickly moving, Sidney
bumped into another student, and found himself getting annoyed at it.  
"Get out of my way, fuckhead" he snapped cruelly, pushing the boy away 
from him.  Sidney laughed as the boy fell to the ground from that push, 
and Sidney said "What a wuss" but he didn't stay around long enough to 
remain amused. Instead he continued on to his class, remembering the 
incident later and feeling rather guilty. The guy that he'd pushed down 
had been one of his friends.

In class, Sidney found himself looking at one of the boys sitting 
in front of him, surprised at himself when he realized it. He'd been 
thinking that the boy was cute, and that he had a nice ass. Sidney started 
to blush slightly, feeling himself starting to get wet. He realized 
immediately that he hadn't looked at a single girl since he'd changed, and 
now he was even looking at boys. Getting turned on by one even.  For the 
rest of the day, Sidney's mind kept going back to that boy, wondering 
what it would be like to have sex for real. What it would be like to fuck 
that boy silly.

When school was finally over, Sidney was glad to start heading 
towards his car. Though he knew it was Casey's car, it was getting easier 
to just think of it as his. After all, as far as he knew, it just might be his 
for good.  At least, Sidney thought with relief, school was done for the 

day, though it hadn't really been all that bad this time.

Casey's day at school had gone somewhat different. She'd walked
through the halls, feeling as if no one even knew she was there. It was as 
if she were invisible to everyone around her.  It was so strange, she 
thought, to be completely unnoticed, and also frustrating.  People would 
get in her way and wouldn't move, they'd push her out of their  way as if 
she weren't there, and barely anyone had even talked to her.  She was 
used to being avoided by a lot of people, but this was an entirely different 
thing.

Classes weren't very fun either.  Sidney's classes were mostly  
beyond her. She was lost, barely able to understand most of what was 
going on in some of those classes.   However, what surprised her, was 
just how interesting they seemed regardless. Though she'd normally avoid
anything having to do with studying or paying attention in class, she 
found herself fascinated with the teacher's lectures.  It was so interesting 
to find out all those things.

After one of the classes, Casey saw Lee in the hall and smiled to
herself. Lee was her best friend after all.  "Hi Lee" Casey told her as she 
walked up, about to ask Lee what was going on.

Instead of the response she had expected though, Lee looked at 
her with disgust "Who the fuck are you?  Why the hell would I want to 
talk to a little shit?" Then Lee gave Casey the finger, adding "If you don't 
get out of my fuckin face now, I'm going to kick your ass"  Gulping, 
Casey turned and hurried away, unable to believe that her best friend had 
just threatened her.

During lunch, Zeke Thompson decided to harass her.  He'd 
suddenly come up behind her while she was eating, saying "What's this?  
The geek patrol?"  When Casey turned back to look at him, she felt a 
surge of fear.  He was bigger than she was, and he looked intimidating. 
That startled her since she wasn't used to being afraid of other people,
especially not Zeke.  For several more minutes, Zeke teased her while 
Casey could do nothing  about it, then he spit into her food and left. She 
felt relieved that he was gone, but also ashamed at what he'd done to her,
with everybody watching. And she hadn't even done anything to defend
herself.  She felt another surge of shame as she noticed Sidney sitting at 
another table, with some of her friends. Deciding to escape the 
humiliation, Casey got up and hurried out of the lunch room. 

A little bit later in P.E. class, Casey found that she didn't like that 
class any better than normal.  It was still boring and absolutely no fun, 

even if they were playing basketball. She hated basketball. The only thing 
that made it bearable, was watching a couple of the girls jumping around. 
 
After watching them for awhile, Casey became aware of the  bulge in her 
shorts, realizing just how much she'd been staring at the girls chests. At 
their bouncing breasts. Embarrassed by what she'd caught herself doing, 
Casey tried to focus her attention on something else. It worked 
somewhat, but not good enough since her eyes seemed to have a mind of 
their own, going back to the attractive girls. 

"I can't believe I like girls" she muttered to herself in 
embarrassment, knowing however that it was just another part of what 
had changed with Sidney.  And what was worse was that most of those 
girls were the preppy ones or popular ones that she had frequently 
insulted just a few days earlier. "Life's not fair" she mumbled, trying to 
focus back on the basketball game.

Finally school ended and Casey was free to go home.  She started
towards the bus, relieved that she was leaving school, however the sight 
of the busses sent a pang of regret through her. She had her own car and 
she couldn't even drive it. Instead she was reduced to riding the bus, a 
fact which made her feel slightly ashamed. She had made a habit of 
making fun of those that rode the bus, and now she was one of them.

However, before Casey got on the bus, someone grabbed her 
shoulder, throwing her roughly to the ground.  As she got back to her 
feet, she was horrified to see Zeke standing there, a malicious look on his 
face.  He looked around momentarily, looking slightly nervous, as if he 
was expecting to see someone, but when he obviously didn't, the cruel 
look reappeared. "She isn't gonna protect  you" Zeke said threateningly as 
he started lashing out violently, kicking and hitting Casey.  Casey 
wondered what Zeke was talking about, but only momentarily since the 
pain that followed took most of her attention.

After the 'fight', Casey had barely made it into the bus on time. 
Her shirt was torn, her nose was bleeding and she was sure that she was 
going to have a black eye as well as several nasty bruises.  She could 
barely believe it as she stared at her hands, humiliated and ashamed. 
Beaten up by Zeke Thompson. It was unbelievable.  She'd been so 
terrified of him that all she could try doing was getting away, though that 
hadn't been very effective. Only the intervention of several other students 
had freed her from Zeke's attack.

The bus ride back left her feeling more and more ashamed. Half 
the kids on the bus were looking at her, some with pity in their eyes, and 
some with amusement, but all painful to her. All humiliating.  As soon as 

the bus stopped on her street, she ran off the bus and hurried to Sidney's 
house, wanting to get away from all those people who were laughing at 
her. At her.

Casey carefully went into the house, smiling faintly as she saw
Sidney's Mom.  She kind of liked Sidney's parents, even if they were a bit 
too old fashioned. Her own parents could barely even be called that.  
Starting to walk towards Sidney's Mom, Casey thought that at least she 
had a mother to comfort her, even if it was temporary.  She felt a little 
better about getting beat up already.

But then, Sidney's Mom turned around and saw Casey, her eyes 
going wide.  "You were fighting again" she snapped furiously, "How 
many times have I  told you not to fight?" Casey stepped back, suddenly 
nervous and confused. She was just beaten up, and she was getting 
chewed out for it. What kind of sense did that make? "And you ruined 
your shirt" Sidney's Mom continued, seeming more worried about the 
shirt than  Casey. Shocked, Casey could just stand there while Sidney's 
Mom yelled at her.

Finally it stopped, and Casey hurried to Sidney's room, trying to 
hold back the tears. Not only was she grounded for another week, but 
had television privileges taken away as well. Humiliated and ashamed, 
Casey threw herself onto Sidney's bed, furious at Sidney's Mom. She 
hadn't even listened to her side.  Feeling exhausted, Casey clenched the 
pillow tight, quietly sobbing into it.

Sidney strolled into his new home, feeling rather cocky at the
moment. But as he was heading towards Casey's room, he found her 
Mom standing there,  leaning up against the wall, a half empty glass in her 
hand.  "Drunk again?" Sidney asked, disgusted at the sight.

Casey's Mom looked up at her with bleary reddened eyes.  "Slut" 
the grown woman muttered in a badly slurred voice, beginning to glare at 
Sidney, "It's all your fault"   Then before Sidney could think of what to 
do, Casey's Mom slapped him hard across the face, leaving his cheeks 
stinging badly.  "It's your fault he left" the older woman cried, throwing 
the glass violently against the wall. "It's all your fault.  If you hadn't make 
up those lies about him....."

"What are you talking about?" Sidney asked confused.

Furiously, Casey's Mom struck at him again, though this time 
Sidney stopped her hand. "Your father wouldn't have left me if it weren't 
for you"  Tears were coming down her cheeks, though she still looked 

angry at the same time, "If you hadn't made up those lies about him 
touching you...."

Sidney stepped back, staring at Casey's Mom in horror.  He  
couldn't  believe what he was hearing.  Casey's own Dad had molested 
her?  She'd never mentioned it to him, and he was her best friend.  "Shit", 
Sidney exclaimed as he stared at the drunk in front of him, disgusted at 
the sight.  And she blamed Casey.  God, Sidney thought, no wonder 
Casey had turned out like she did. He was only surprised that she wasn't 
much worse.  Unable to even look at the drunk, Sidney turned and 
hurried back out of the house, too disgusted to stay near her.

For a brief moment, Sidney considered going over to see Casey.  
But he didn't think that he could face her just yet, knowing what he now 
knew.   Instead, Sidney went to the only place that he could think of at 
the moment. Lee's house.

Later that night, Sidney had finally calmed down and returned 
'home'. Lee had offered to let him stay in her room, even though she 
didn't know what was going on.  But Sidney didn't feel right about that.   
Instead, Sidney decided that he'd just go back, knowing that his 'Mom'
wouldn't hurt him.  However, other than taking any unnecessary chances,
Sidney snuck in through the bedroom window. 

Sidney laid down on the bed, relaxing.  Letting his thoughts drift,
Sidney found himself thinking of the boy from school. The one that had 
looked so....nice. The very memory made Sidney smile.  Still thinking 
about that boy, and how nice he made Sidney feel, Sidney got up and 
started pacing around the room, trying to resist the temptation to play 
with himself. Curiously he started digging through drawers, surprised 
when he opened one and saw what was inside. Several packs of 
cigarettes, several dirty magazines (mostly Playgirl), a dildo and a 
vibrator.  The very sight made Sidney blush slightly, but didn't stop him 
from picking the items up and looking through them.

Flipping through the magazines, Sidney started smiling, finding 
the contents very interesting. Especially the men, which surprised him 
slightly, thought not too much.  He'd already started to realize just how 
much the change had effected the way that he thought. Not caring about 
that, just about how horny he was beginning to feel, Sidney continued 
looking through the magazines, imagining himself in the women's 
positions.  Wondering just what it would feel like to have sex.  Finally, 
Sidney tossed the magazines aside and quickly stripped off his clothes. 
After taking one more look at the magazines, while he was fingering 
himself, Sidney reached over for both vibrator and dildo, determined to 

test them both out to the best of his ability.

When Sidney had finished with a long session of masturbation, 
and a series of mind blowing orgasm's, he laid back on the bed, grinning 
to himself.  The very act had made him feel so sexy and naughty.  And he 
loved the feeling. He felt naughty, but oh so very, very nice.  He liked that 
almost as much, if not as much, as the way he was treated at school.  
Maybe, Sidney thought to himself, it might not be so bad to be stuck as 
Casey.  Not bad at all.  Feeling very satisfied, Sidney drifted to sleep, 
already making plans for how he was going to get that boy from his class 
into the sack.

The next day Sidney hurried to school, surprised at himself for
what he was planning. He'd always believed that it was wrong to have sex 
before being married, and there he was, actually planning on seducing 
another guy.  It was unbelievable, and he knew that it was his new 
hormones, but that didn't change how Sidney felt. He wanted that boy, 
and he wanted him bad.

Shortly after arriving at school, Sidney was suddenly jumped by 
some girl who'd grabbed hold of his hair, screaming "You fucking bitch" 
  
Getting angry at the unexpected attack, Sidney struggled to get he off of 
him, succeeding in pulling her hands loose, then slamming her face first 
against the wall. It took him only a few moments to recognize her as 
Denise, the girl that Casey had been fighting with a couple days  earlier.  
He'd never had any problems with her before, but she was the one who 
started it by attacking him. 

A surge of triumph went through Sidney, making him suddenly 
grin, loving the feeling. The feeling of looking down on the girl that he'd 
so easily taken care of, even as she scrambled back to her feet.  "You 
want some more, bitch?" Sidney snarled, feeling surprisingly eager for the 
action.   For the adrenaline rush and thrill of the challenge. 

"I'll kill you" Denise screamed, jumping at Sidney again, her 
fingers outstretched into claws.  Though she managed to get hold of 
Sidney, he quickly pulled himself loose, punching her quickly in the cheek 
and knocking her back to the ground. "Fuck with  me will you?"  Then 
Sidney mercilessly started kicking at her.  Once he was satisfied, he 
turned and left the defeated girl, lying on the ground in pain.

When Sidney finally the boy he'd made plans for in class, he  
smiled, feeling the tingling in his breasts and crotch.  It was all he could 
do to keep from going after that boy in class. Instead, he reminded 
himself that he needed patience, and would have to talk to him in a more

private place.

Sidney licked his lips slightly in anticipation, feeling rather glad at
the moment that he was Casey. He was really enjoying it, and expected to 
enjoy it a bit more.  His parents weren't overprotective towards him, he 
was confident and felt rather happy.  And of course there was the matter 
of the orgasms.  The more Sidney thought about it, the more he was 
beginning to realize that he didn't want to go back. He liked being Casey. 
 
He liked being who he was.  The very thought of becoming Sidney was 
unappealing, and left a sour taste in Sidney's mouth.  Why would he want 
to become a wimp, surprising himself slightly to realize that this was 
exactly how he thought of Sidney.  Or Casey now.  He still liked and 
trusted him/her, but there was a slight undercurrent of pity as well.  He 
could barely imagine just sitting back and letting someone pick on him 
now, and had a hard time seeing how anyone could.  "Fuck" escaped
from Sidney's lips as he realized just how much he'd changed in such a 
short time.

It wasn't easy to think of himself as Sidney anymore, not when
everything seemed to scream out that he was Casey.  That she was Casey. 
 
Forcing a slight smile, the new Casey focused her attention back on what 
the teacher was saying, knowing that the boy would wait for later, and 
greatly anticipating it.

The original Casey cheerfully hurried to school, her mood greatly
improved by the home made breakfast that she'd had.  She'd almost 
forgotten about the shame and humiliation of the day before, though not 
quiet. It came back to her with full force once she got to school and saw
Zeke in the hallway.  She was so afraid, the she had immediately jumped
around the corner, just to avoid being seen. And she felt even more 
ashamed of herself for doing that.

Throughout the day, Casey thought about her predicament and 
felt confused.  On one hand, she was tormented by bully's, teased, and felt 
humiliated. Not to mention being grounded for something that wasn't her 
fault at all.  But on the other hand, Casey found that she liked having 
attentive and caring parents. And Sidney had lots of friends at school,  
who were pretty nice to her, making her feel better and accepted.  Casey 
was confused and unsure of what she was really feeling, not to mention 
about what she was going to do. Instead, she settled on just trying to 
make it through the day. 

After P.E. was over, Casey went into the locker room, relieved to 
be done with it for the day.  Though Sidney wasn't really in that bad a 
shape, he certainly hadn't been all that athletic either, and now she was 

stuck with all that.  Casey stopped in front of her locker, horrified to 
discover that the lock was missing. No, not missing. She found it, lying 
on the floor, having been cut off.  "Shoot" Casey muttered as she started 
digging through her things (or were they Sidney's) looking for what was 
stolen.

All of the money was gone of course, though nothing else seemed 
to be missing. At least until Casey remembered that brightly colored ring 
that she'd taken off and left in there during class. That was missing as 
well.  Though it hadn't looked very impressive, it had been a prize. 
Something that she and Sidney had shared from the puzzle box.   
Suddenly Casey froze, staring down at her hands in horror.  The rings.  
She gulped, wondering if somehow the matching peacock rings could 
have been responsible for her and Sidney trading places.  She didn't know,
but she did know that if she wanted to find out, she'd have to find the ring 
and get it back.

Sadly, Casey didn't know where to start with the ring.  There 
were too many students at the school who liked to take things from 
lockers. She should know since she used to be one of them.  And she 
hoped to be again.  If she could find the ring of course, and then, only if 
her hunch was right. There was absolutely nothing to really say that she 
was.

For the rest of the day, Casey kept an eye out for the ring but
neither saw nor heard anything about it.  Finally the last bell rang and it 
was time to go home.  Casey hurried to the busses, only to see Zeke, 
standing there and looking smug.  Obviously waiting for something, and 
she had a sinking feeling just what that something was. Her.

Casey couldn't believe how scared she was. Of Zeke. But the  
memory of what he'd done to her the day before certainly enforced that 
fear.  Still, she knew that she had to go home, and it was either the bus or 
walking. Even if she had to go by Zeke to get onto the bus.  Though 
walking was certainly a strong temptation, Casey bit her lip, being too 
stubborn to go that far out of her way just to avoid someone. Even if that 
someone was going to try hurting her.  With great effort, Casey gathered 
her determination and started forward, hoping that Zeke didn't see her.

"Where do you think you're going?" Zeke asked, seeing her 
immediately.

Casey gulped, feeling a shiver of fear run through her.  Though 
her first instinct was to run, she couldn't quite do that. Instead, she 
remembered all the times that she'd told Sidney to stand up for himself. 

To face whatever he feared. It had certainly sounded easier when she said
it, but now it was a different story.  Still, she'd never backed down from a 
threat before, and as much as she wanted to this time, she wasn't going 
to. Forcing herself to stand straight, Casey said "I'm going onto the bus"  
 
She was pleased at how steady she'd managed to hold her voice.

Zeke smiled, saying "I don't think so"  Then he pushed Casey 
back,  though she quickly regained her balance.  Zeke had obviously been 
expecting her to run because the look on his face was of pure surprise 
when Casey suddenly  jumped forward and punched Zeke in the face. 
Immediately all the students started crowding around them, ready to 
watch the fight. Casey just tried to ignore them, knowing that she'd need 
to keep her attention focused on Zeke.

With a furious look on his face, Zeke charged at her, catching 
Casey with a solid punch to her face, then another one to her stomach.  
Several other blows fell on her rapidly from the larger boy.  But Casey 
refused to fall down, no matter how  painful it was, no matter how much
she wanted to quit.  Remembering all of her years experience with 
fighting, Casey pulled the one move that she knew would work. She 
quickly slammed her knee into Zeke's crotch, sending him to the ground 
in pain.

Taking a deep breath, Casey tried to calm down some, eyeing 
Zeke warily.  She was slightly surprised to feel that old feeling again. A 
slight thrill of victory ran through her, noticeable even with the 
nervousness.  It wasn't as strong as what she was used to, but it was 
there, giving her a renewed confidence.  Bending over Zeke, Casey said 
calmly,  "Leave me alone."  Zeke just groaned, clutching at his crotch. 
Satisfied, and surprised at her victory, Casey started back towards the 
bus, happy to see the other students moving out of her way. 

Just then, she was hit from behind, sending her flying forward. 
When she turned around, Zeke was standing up again, somewhat 
unsteadily, and very furious. "You fucking  shit" he snarled.  A surge of 
fear ran through Casey, but she clung tightly to the confidence she'd 
gained from her minor victory moments earlier. Zeke came after her, 
catching her with a solid punch to the face, though she managed to avoid 
his next one.  Seeing an opening, Casey swing her fist forward, aiming for 
Zeke's solar plexus, knowing just how effective that would be. Again he 
fell to the ground, though this time Casey didn't turn her back on him. 
Instead, she gave him several swift kicks to his side, then glared at the 
students that were watching in shock.  She thought that she saw a hint of 
the familiar respect in their eyes, and smiled herself, though it hurt to do 
so. Satisfied that it was over, Casey climbed onto the bus, not having 

noticed the rainbow colored ring on Zeke's finger. 

The new Casey grinned to herself as she got the boy alone  
between classes, and got her first kiss.  He was startled, and even more so 
when she 'suggested' that they meet again later. As she left him, she 
muttered to herself, "Damn I feel horny"  She couldn't wait to rectify that
situation. 

While she was waiting for the opportunity, Casey amused herself 
by teasing a couple of the school geeks, laughing as they ran off 
embarrassed.  And of course she had enjoyed beating up another girl who 
had gotten in her way. She smiled with satisfaction when she thought 
about the black eye that cheerleader bitch was going to have.

During lunch, Casey had just finished teaching a snot nosed punk
not to bump into her when she went to the cafeteria.  Sitting down, Casey 
smiled as she once again thought about her plans for that night. Her plans 
to get laid.  Looking up, Casey noticed something that drew her attention. 
It was a girl, whom he recognized as a former cheerleader who'd left the 
squad in disgrace after she'd become pregnant.   She was definitely 
pregnant, about eight months pregnant.  All Casey could do was stare at 
her swollen belly which pushed out in front of her, looking as if she'd 
swallowed a basketball. "Shit" she mumbled,  suddenly realizing for the 
first time that she could get pregnant. That she could very well end up 
like that herself.  Horrified, Casey thought about that, remembering all 
she'd heard about safe sex and about raising a baby. Taking one final look 
at the pregnant girl who was clumsily trying to get a seat, Casey stood up
and hurried out of the lunch room.

For the rest of the day, her mind kept drifting back to images of 
that pregnant girl, imagining what it would be like to be in that position 
herself. Every time she thought about that cute boy, the pregnant girl 
started to intrude on her mind.  Though Casey tried to forget about it, she 
couldn't.  Only several days before she'd been a boy, and now, she 
realized, she was  subject to periods and pregnancy, like any other girl. 
That was a very sobering thought.

When Casey noticed several guys picking on one of his old  
friends, he snapped out of his thoughts for a moment and stared, caught 
between the desire to help his former friend out, and a strong urge to join 
in the tormenting.  "Fuck" she muttered to herself, thinking about how 
much she wanted to join in, but at the same time sympathizing.  She was
the one being tormented just several days before, and it shocked her to 
realize that now she was the one doing the tormenting. Without even 
realizing it, she had become a bully, just like Zeke had been. Horrified at 

the realization, Casey chased the bully's off then hurried to her final class 
before she could be thanked.

After class was over, Casey remembered that she was supposed 
to go to detention for some of her earlier activities that day. "Fuck it" she 
decided, knowing that she had more important things to worry about.  
She grinned slightly at the thought of getting laid, but once again the 
memory of the pregnant girl popped into her head.  Sighing, Casey went 
to her car and started for home, knowing that she had a lot to think 
about.

The original Casey still felt a lot good.  Standing up to Zeke had
been like taking a huge load of weight off of her shoulders, making her 
feel a lot better, and even more confident. It was like she'd gotten back 
some of the confidence that she'd lost since the change.

As soon as she'd gone into the house, she was confronted by 
Sidney's (now her) parents.  Sidney's Dad was furious, "How could you 
get into another fight?" he demanded, pointing at the dried blood under 
her nose and on her shirt, "Especially after you were just grounded for it. 
 
You are in big trouble mister"

"How could you?" Sidney's Mother echoed.

Casey stared at them both, feeling ashamed and intimidated at 
being yelled at. Grasping at her quickly fading confidence, she snapped 
"Shut up!" and both of their mouths dropped in shock at that coming 
from whom they assumed to be their son. "Shut up both of you.  I was 
the one that was jumped. I didn't  look for the fight, I tried to avoid it. 
But do you care?  No.  You don't bother to even listen to what happened. 
 
Instead you just yell." She glared at them, seeing that they were still in 
shock, "You ground me for being beaten up. What the hell kind of 
parents are you?"  She was so furious that she had even managed to 
swear. Taking a deep breath, she added "I bet if I was mugged or killed, 
you'd blame me for that too"

"HOW DARE YOU!?" Sidney's Dad yelled. Casey just shook  
with frustration, then before he could say anything else, she turned and 
left the house, needing time to cool down.

She was half shocked that she'd actually yelled at them, and at the
same time half relieved.  She'd actually stood up for herself again, even if 
it would get her in trouble.  Still, it made her feel better. A lot better.  
While she was walking, Casey thought that even if she was stuck as 
Casey, she wasn't going to fall into his habits again. She wasn't going to 

be a door mat and let other people push her around. From now on, she 
decided with determination, she was going to stand up for herself.

That night, both the new Sidney and the new Casey made some 
decisions about their new lives.  Though the new Sidney suspected that 
the rings might have something to do with their change, though he didn't 
have any evidence or even know where the ring was.  Instead, he was 
forced to admit that after several days, it was likely that he was going to 
remain Sidney forever.   That prospect didn't seem entirely bad.

The new Sidney was startled to find that after his 'parents' had
calmed down, that they admitted they were wrong and even apologized.  
And, they even seemed  to have gained respect for him for standing up to 
them.  Over the next few weeks, Sidney found that school had gotten 
easier.  Zeke no longer bothered him, nor did anyone else, once he'd 
proven that he could take care of himself.  One of the decisions that he'd 
made about his new life was calling himself Sid, which he thought was a 
little more respectable.

The new Casey kept thinking back over her day, feeling guilty as 
she thought about some of the things that she'd done. She'd gotten so 
carried away that she'd done to other people what had been done to her, 
and she decided that there was no excuse for that.  That she'd have to be 
careful not to become a bully again. Since she suspected that she'd remain
Casey for the rest of her life, which actually pleased her, she decided that 
she needed to make some other changes as well. 

Casey's hardest decision was to ignore her strong temptation and
desires.  Everytime she thought about the pregnant girl at school, it 
reminded her of what could happen, so she decided to wait until after she 
got married before having sex Though she knew that it wouldn't be easy, 
and that she might change her mind later, she decided that it was the right 
thing to do.

Over the next several weeks, Casey's bad reputation began to 
fade a little as she started being more friendly towards other people, 
making an effort to be nice. She cut down on her partying and smoking, 
though refused to give either up entirely. Not when they were so much 
fun and she couldn't have sex.  Still, she enjoyed herself and her new life, 
only occasionally wondering what had caused the change.

Epilogue:

Meredith, stumbled into the wall, already half drunk and it wasn't 
yet lunch time. Grumbling to herself about her no good daughter, she 

threw open  Casey's bedroom door and went inside, curious to see what 
that bitch of a daughter was up to now.  Casey had been so quiet lately 
that she didn't know what to make of her. 
Carelessly, Meredith dug through Casey's dresser drawers, tossing 
the contents to the floor.  "Nothing" she grumbled, or at least nothing out 
of the ordinary for Casey, she decided. Just as she was about to leave, 
Meredith noticed something on the dresser that caught her eye. Curious, 
Meredith picked it up, seeing that it was some sort of brightly colored 
ring.  "Pretty" she muttered aloud, deciding that her daughter wouldn't 
miss it. Glancing around, almost as if half expecting someone to be 
watching her, Meredith left Casey's room. 

After Meredith had poured herself another drink, making herself
comfortable on the couch, she turned on her favorite soap opera.  While 
waiting for it to begin, she examined her new ring again, wondering how 
much she could get for selling it. Shrugging, she absently slipped it onto 
her finger, suddenly becoming overwhelmed with a  strange dizzy 
sensation that turned to darkness.

Immediately after Meredith and Zeke had swapped bodies, the 
matching rings that they possessed suddenly vanished, only to reappear in 
the hands of a strange old man, dressed in a bathrobe.  Smiling to himself, 
the Old Man carefully placed the rings into a box, knowing that he would 
sell them again later.  For now though, he was satisfied with having taken 
care of Sidney and Casey, with the extra bonus of getting Zeke and 
Meredith as well.

Still chuckling to himself, the Old Man eagerly anticipated the 
fun to be had with Zeke and Meredith, knowing that perhaps they too 
would learn something valuable from their experience.  However, before 
he could consider the results more, another customer coming through the 
door required his attention.

The End