Mark and Tyler's birthdays are a day apart, so they've always spent them together. Mark has a crush on Liz, so Tyler suggests a way for him to get a date with her while the two of them spend their days together just like they always have...

Friday

My best friend and I coincidentally had birthdays that were a day apart, so for as long as we’d known one another, we spent those two days doing shit together as kind of a shared birth period. The main issue each of us had was finding something the other wanted for his gift, as neither of us really had much want for anything.

We were seniors in high school, so we still lived with our parents. We each had part time jobs, so we had a little bit of income. The only thing neither of us had done was get a steady girlfriend, and really I didn’t see that happening for either of us. I wasn’t really looking yet (saving myself for college) and Mark was pining for the only girl he could never get.

That was until I found something online that almost made me spit my G-Fuel out at the monitor. Who would’ve thought that Amazon actually had magic potions for sale?

I made a plan right then and there. It wasn’t the best plan, but for a quick birthday gift for Mark, I really didn’t have any better options. Besides, he’d enjoy it. Luckily, his birthday was a Saturday and I had free one day shipping.

I looked at the clock in the corner of the screen and realized I only had twenty minutes to get to school and hadn’t even gotten dressed. I cursed, then put my laptop to sleep and hurriedly readied myself for school. I couldn’t deny that I was kind of excited to get there and tell Mark my plan. He’d probably protest, but I knew he’d go along with it, regardless.

School was barely a five minute walk, and getting dressed was as simple as throwing on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, said bye to my dad (Mom was already at work) and ran out the door into the world.

I hurried through the halls to Mark’s locker. I hated that his was on the third floor when mine was on the first, but that was the way the cookie crumbled when we had separate homerooms.

“Mark!” I called out to him as I hit the top of the stairs. He was unloading his bookbag into his locker just before class.

“Hey, Tyler. What’s up, man?”

I was a little out of breath from all the running. “So, I was looking around online for something to get you for tomorrow…”

He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, man, eventually we’re gonna need to come to terms with the concept of ‘gag gifts’ and just get each other random bullshit we’ll just throw away.”

I shook my head. “Nah, we can get started with that when we get out of high school. No, you remember how you’ve always wanted to go on a date with Liz?”

As if on cue, she appeared at the end of the hallway. Liz Tremont, the most beautiful girl in school, and we weren’t the only ones who saw her that way. She was a total bombshell, five-foot-three, maybe a hundred twenty, packed into a 38D-24-36 frame, sapphire blue eyes and blonde hair tied back in a long braid. She had a very cute pattern of freckles, but otherwise her face was unblemished and always perfectly made up. She dressed almost comically feminine, nothing but skirts and blouses for this girl, and usually the skirts were short and the blouses had a couple buttons undone or were tied off under her breasts to show off some midriff. Her feet were almost always in heels, making her look somewhere between five-foot-five and five-foot-nine.

She was also the classic bitch. She treated everybody like crap, only went out with preppy jocks and even treated them like crap, and if you asked her the time of day she’d insult you for thinking you were allowed in her presence. Why Mark was interested in her for anything but her looks astounded me.

In fact, right now, he was practically drooling. His eyes were glued to her, watching her sway her hips in her skirt. “What were you saying?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, so like I said, you want a date with her, right?”

He shut his locker and leaned backwards against it. “Duh, but she’ll never go out with me.”

I pulled up Amazon on my phone. “Don’t be too sure about that, mi amigo, because look what I found this morning.”

He took a look at the listing. “Body swap potion? Dude, is this shit a scam? Please tell me you didn’t fall for a scam.”

“Read the reviews, man!”

“The reviews are probably fake as shit.”

“So what’s the harm? If nothing else, it’s one of those gag gifts like you said.”

He shrugged. “Whatever. So what do you intend to do with this ‘body swap potion’?”

I put my phone away. “Simple, I’ll take it, swap with Liz, and then you get to go out on a date on your birthday with the girl of your dreams and she won’t be a total bitch about it.”

“No, because she’ll be you. How am I ever gonna enjoy it knowing that?”

I pretended to be wounded. “I am shocked that you value our friendship so little. Are you telling me I wouldn’t be a good date?”

“I’m telling you that you’d be a shitty girl, but…” He sighed. “Whatever. This is all BS, so what harm can it be?”

I smirked. “Hot damn, man, now we’re talking.” I patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll bring the stuff to your place Saturday morning and we’ll get this going.”

“Fantastic, but assuming this is real, how are you gonna get Liz to come to my house?”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. The info says that I’ll take the potion and Liz will appear in my place.”

“And what’s she gonna be doing while you’re parading around in her body?”

“She’ll be asleep. Liz can afford to not be seen one Saturday in her life.”

He sighed again. “This is all so fucking stupd. Fine, we’ll do this whatever the hell it is, but if we get caught, I’m not bailing your ass out of whatever kind of shit you get us in.”

My smirk was a full on smile now. “Deal, bro. And hey, look at it this way: You win out either way.”

He was smiling now. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Saturday

I arrived at Mark’s house with my package in hand and a beaming grin on my face. This was gonna work, I was sure of it. And then Mark was going to have a birthday present he’d never be able to top, and we could move onto gag gifts next year, just like he wanted to. This was gonna be our best year yet.

He opened the door and let me inside. His parents were on some sort of business trip this weekend and left him alone, which was kind of a shitty thing to do on his birthday, but work and birthdays rarely if ever meshed well. I’d already figured that out from my job at the movie theater. I had to work tomorrow on my own birthday, but I’d at least get a free movie out of it.

I set the unopened package down on the coffee table in the living room and asked him, “Alright, bro, are you ready to have the birthday of a lifetime?”

He plopped down in a chair. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with and then go upstairs and play Smash Bros.”

I opened the box. “You just wait and see, this’ll be fucking fantastic.” From inside the box, I retrieved a small vial with a pink label on it with a logo that red Swap Magic, as well as a small pamphlet of instructions.

“So what does this entail? I assume I don’t do anything.”

I nodded. “Yep, it’s all me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Assuming this is all real, why do you want to be Liz for a day? I never took you for the wants-to-be-a-girl type, Tyler.”

I shook my head. “I’m not, but you want a date with a hot girl, being your friend I’d prefer she not be a total bitch, and this is a good way to kill two birds with one stone. Plus, you get to hold it over my head that I was your girlfriend for a day.”

He shrugged. “Not exactly the most logical way to go about things, but what the hell, we’re already here. So whaddya do now?”

I quickly skimmed the pamphlet just to make sure I understood what I needed to do. Luckily, most of it was just the same thing the Amazon listing said, plus a whole bunch of legal jargon. Whoever enforced by-the-numbers laws for magical potions was beyond me, but I didn’t really care.

I answered, “I take this potion and think of Liz. Seconds later, she appears as if from nowhere. Our spirits leave our bodies and enter the other, and then my body with Liz’s spirit in it will fall asleep until I go to sleep tonight, at which point we’ll switch back and Liz will wake up back in her own body tomorrow morning.”

I took the vial in hand, unscrewed the cap and took a deep breath before committing to the act. In just a few minutes, I was going to be Liz, and I’d be going on a date with my best friend. Granted, I’m sure date just meant we’d play some video games, go see a movie, go to dinner, come back and play more video games and then we’d be done with this. Either way, it wasn’t lost on me that the first serious date I’d ever have would be with my best friend.

Mark looked at me funny. “Getting cold feet, Tyler?”

I shook my head. “Naw, man, just… Thinking.”

He made a weird face at me, then just sat back and waited for me to figure out what I was going to do with this magic potion I’d bought.

I nodded to myself, then downed the entire bottle. The entire time, I thought about Liz, about her body, about her clothes, about her makeup. I let nothing in my mind corrupt the image of her I prepared in my head. If this was going to work, it was going to work soon, and I didn’t want to screw anything up.

A bright light filled the room from somewhere. I looked all around and nothing seemed to be producing it… Until I realized the light was coming from me. Mark was intrigued by this as well, and stood from his chair. The glow quickly spread from me in a human-shaped glob that very soon took on strikingly familiar proportions. Liz’s figure soon changed from mere light to physical perfection, starting off naked, then gaining underwear, and then finally one of her trademark outfits, this one a pair of shorts that hugged her ass and a tanktop that showed off a generous amount of cleavage.

She looked around like she was confused, which she probably was, and seemed to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. She realized this as well, and reached for her neck, but that didn’t change anything. She glared at me, some sort of recognition of what was going on passing across her features.

But neither she nor I had any time to contemplate what she knew about any of this, as the both of us simultaneously felt a shockwave reverberate through us, from the bones outward. I felt something crack, but wasn’t sure what it was. I tried to focus on Liz, to keep her in my mind so as not to interrupt the potion. It felt like hours had passed by when it had really only been seconds.

Finally, it happened.

I felt myself floating, felt myself above the floor and very close to the ceiling, but when I looked down, I saw my body hadn’t left my standing position. I looked to my right, where Liz had been standing, and saw her body was also in place while her disembodied spirit was floating in the air beside me. She still had that look of pure anger on her face, the one that suggested to me that she knew exactly what was going on, which was crazy but what the hell did I know.

It was about this time I felt myself falling, but not toward my body. I watched as Liz’s spirit passed through mine on her way into my body, while my spirit did the same to hers. My legs, my arms, my head, every inch of me phased inside her skin as she stood there, perfectly still. By this point, I wasn’t paying attention to her journey into my body, I knew it was the same.

Slowly, I became aware of new sensations, new feelings. The weight on my chest, the touch of silk against a pair of lips I’d never had before, that same silky feeling touching nipples that were so much more sensitive. Despite the new distribution of weight, everything about Liz’s body felt light and airy, like she could sit on a cloud and not move it.

The light enveloping us faded quickly, then was gone, leaving me standing where Liz had been and her standing where I had been, except that technically neither of us had moved at all.

Liz turned toward me and balled up… My? fist. I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, since it was my hand she was balling into a fist, but it was her doing it. This was obscenely weird. Either way, I just said, “Sleep,” and immediately she went limp and nearly collapsed to the floor in a pile of contorted me.

Mark was still standing there, his jaw nearly to the floor, figuratively speaking, and his eyes as wide as saucers. “Liz? Tyler?” He didn’t seem to know which of us he was addressing.

“Oh, it’s Tyler, alright. Well…” I looked down at the valley of cleavage I was baring. “Okay, I need a new name.”

“Can’t you just be Liz?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not. That reminds me.” I reached back and untied Liz’s long hair from the ponytail she had it in and allowed it to return to its naturally wavy state, something I’d never seen Liz do in all the years I’d known her. “And now nobody will recognize me.”

Mark blinked. “You look like Liz with her hair undone.”

“Exactly. Nobody has seen Liz with her hair undone, I’ll look so completely different, they’ll never know”

“And why is this important?”

I took a few steps around the room to practice in the heels I was wearing now. “Because, I’m sorry bro, but nobody’s gonna believe you scored a date with Liz, even if it is your birthday.” I felt my new boobs bounce despite the bra on my chest. My shirt moved in accordance to the whims of the fleshy mounds underneath. “I hope that’s not too honest for you.”

He sighed. “Nah, you’re probably right.” He walked over to Liz-in-me’s sleeping body. “Help me with… You? Her? How’s this work?”

I scoffed. “Sorry, you expect little ol’ me to help you lift that off the floor?” I did my best to sound like an offended teenage girl, which was pretty much what I was right now. It got a glare and a laugh out of Mark, at least.

“Fine, don’t help me. You’re gonna love what I got you for your birthday tomorrow.”

“I’m sure I will. Anyway, Liz shouldn’t wake up until tomorrow morning, she should be completely unaware of what’s going on around her. Except for the lost day, hopefully she’ll wake up thinking she had a weird nightmare.”

‘isn’t she gonna know based on how her body feels in the morning that something happened while she was asleep?”

I crossed my arms under my breasts. “Excuse me, mister, what do you think you’re going to be doing to me other than treating me to a good time?”

He finished hoisting Liz onto the couch. “Not remotely what I meant, y’know. I may be complicit in this whole thing, but that’s a step too far, even if I do want to see what she looks like naked.”

If I was honest with myself, that thought hadn’t actually crossed my mind yet. “Hold on a sec,” I said as I rushed upstairs to the bathroom. Mark’s house was so old, it only had the one bathroom, and of course it was on the second floor. I shut and locked the door behind me as I did.

The girl in the mirror, Liz Tremont, was undeniably beautiful. She was also, for the moment, undeniably me, which was a profoundly weird thing to think about. I was definitely right that she looked better with her hair loose, but Mark was also right and I didn’t look much different aside from loose hair. Hopefully it would be enough to catch anybody we ran into who knew us off guard so they didn’t recognize Liz.

It was now time to do what every guy who turns into a girl would do in this situation: I grabbed the bottom hem of the tanktop I was wearing and pulled it over my head, exposing my bra for anybody who could sneak into the bathroom before I locked the door to see. After that, I did the second necessary step, reached behind me and unhooked the bra. I pulled the straps down and let the lingerie fall to the bathroom floor along with the tanktop.

The first thing I noticed was actually two things, and that was my nipples immediately standing to attention. Tentatively, I reached up and touched them, and was instantly surprised by just how sensitive to the touch they were. My whole body jolted just from that brief moment, and it started within me a process that only girls knew, as I started to feel a sensation of wetness between my legs.

Holy shit, Liz was easily stimulated.

A little slower, a little more cautiously, I reached up and touched my nipples again. The same jolt I’d felt before returned, but this time I was ready for it and didn’t stop myself. Both nipples found themselves being pinched by dainty, delicate hands with painted fingernails, and both of them hardened even more than I thought they could. Were girls always this sensitive to having their nipples played with? I’d need to make a mental note of that for later.

“Ooooh,” I moaned as I continued to rub at my nipples, hopeful that Mark was still downstairs and wasn’t listening to me play with myself. I was his wet dream right now, and I was sure his imagination would be going into overdrive if he could hear me. I almost moaned again, but bit my lip instead.

I could feel the wetness between my legs intensify. How did girls deal with this kind of thing? Hiding a boner felt like a cakewalk compared to feeling like I was pissing myself with vaginal lube. I let my hands fall from my nipples to my shorts and my panties. Damn, I didn’t realize at first that Liz was wearing a thong. Girl was adventurous.

“This is a plunge I didn’t think I’d take…” I said aloud, if for no other reason than to hear Liz’s voice.

Using the mirror (seeing over these boobs was difficult), I slowly but determinedly slid first one then two fingers into… My pussy. The same electric jolt from when I’d played with my nipples happened now, only this time it was much wetter and significantly more intense. I nearly screamed in pleasure, but used my other hand to clamp my mouth shut. I really didn’t want Mark hearing that.

It took less time than I thought it would to find my clit considering I was a complete novice at this. I rarely masturbated as a guy, doing it as a girl was so alien that I almost wanted to call this First Contact, which it kinda was. I rubbed at the little nub that qualified as a pleasure center and then went deeper, almost threatening to use my entire hand, but that would probably be going too far. This was so different from jerking off that I almost felt like I wouldn’t want to go back to that very simple stimulation.

I looked at the girl in the mirror, the gorgeous blonde finger fucking herself, and the fact that this wasn’t what I had to look forward to every day almost slipped away entirely. I was pleasuring myself, just like anybody my age did on a daily basis. The eventual climax sent shockwaves through my body, head to toe and back again two and three times. God, Liz was a lucky girl, she got to do this whenever she wanted.

I spent a bit of time cleaning up so that Mark didn’t suspect anything, though if he was smart he’d know exactly what I was doing up here. Either way, after a few minutes and a little bit of trial and error, everything was back to normal and the girl in the mirror wasn’t touching herself anymore. I resolved to get more of this body swap potion after this, because swapping with any girl and playing with her body was sounding like it was going to be an addiction.

I almost bounced (okay, my boobs did) down the stairs. “Okay,” I made myself sound chipper, “where should we go today, birthday boy?”

Mark blinked. “Were you–”

I cut him off. “How’s the county fair sound? I could go for a corndog.”

He sighed. “I’m sure you could.”

---

The one thing I loved about the county fair was that none of our classmates ever went there, meaning that I was lucky enough that no one would ever realize who I was. I could just be… Tyra? No. Taylor? Nope. Gah, names were hard. I knew I’d think of something if I needed to. For the most part it was still “dude” or “bro” from Mark, except when he slipped in the occasional “babe”.

I had to admit, the occasional “babe” was starting to feel really good.

I had no idea if it was the effect of the potion or the effect of Liz’s hormones on my invading mind, but the longer I spent in her body, the less alien it felt. Wandering around the fair, playing the little carnival games, eating the food, just being next to Mark, it was all adding to a sensation of normalcy that I didn’t think I’d have enough time to actually process since I was probably only going to be in this body at most until 10PM.

The first thing I noticed was that my boobs bouncing went from I can’t believe how this feels to just be good girls and don’t come out of my shirt. Following that, my hips started to sway naturally, which made walking in heels a lot more comfortable. Playing with my hair, putting my hands on my hips, letting myself giggle at some of the things Mark said or did, it was all starting to become second nature.

I’d even made him spit out his soda when I fake blowjob’d a corndog. It was just the funny thing to do for the guy who was treating me so well today, and it was his birthday, so I probably should make him laugh at some point, at least.

“You wanna go see the animal pens?” he asked as we walked away from a particularly intense game of skeeball where I beat him two out of three.

I put a finger to my chin in thought, and then caught sight of the ferris wheel. I’d never been on it, because it always seemed like something you do with a date and I never had a date to bring to the fair, but now I was the date. “Actually, do you want to go up in the ferris wheel?”

He glanced over at it. “You mean, like, together?”

I giggled. “Duh, silly!”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I guess… Yeah, maybe we should.”

We made our way through the throng of people to get to the line for the ferris wheel, which wasn’t very long but wasn’t moving very quickly, either. I assumed people needed to get off first. Either way, it was a slow wait.

I looked down and realized that my hand and Mark’s were almost but not quite touching. That didn’t seem right to me, though, it felt like we should’ve been holding hands. He was my date, and I was his, and on dates you held hands, especially at a public place like this so that people knew you were dating. I shyly let my fingers brush past his, then slid them between, then finally closed my hand around his. I felt him jump a bit, as if he wasn’t sure what we were doing, but then he relaxed and closed his hand around mine.

God, it felt wonderful.

I was almost concerned where my mind would be after all this. Would these thoughts and feelings remain? Would I start to feel uncomfortable in my own body? Was I turning gay because I was starting to become attracted to Mark? I was honestly curious why Liz never gave him the time of day, Mark was a pretty good looking guy, and he was tender and gentle. He deserved someone better than her.

We got up to the head of the line and the attendant let us into the carriage. We sat across from each other at first, and all I could do was stare into his warm, inviting eyes. I’d never actually noticed that Mark’s eyes were a very light shade of amber, almost bordering on gold. How could any girl see those eyes and not fall in love?

I sighed. Female hormones, magic potion, feelings I already sort of had because he was my best friend, I imagined all of this was swirling down a funnel into my brain and what it ended up being might either surprise or concern me, but either way I was resolved to make this a good birthday for him. He was my best friend and I owed him that.

“What’s up, bro?” he asked.

I gave a non-committal, “Just, stuff.”

“Stuff like you’re in a girl’s body and it’s making you weird?”

Of course he knew what was going on with me. He was good about that, it was one of the many things I loved about him. “Let’s just say this is probably the last time I try anything like this for your birthday.”

He laughed. “Hey, no arguments from me.” He leaned back so casually in his seat. “Where did you wanna go after this?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Dinner? Movie?”

He asked, “How ‘bout both?”

“Both? Like… Like this is just some ordinary date both?”

“Both like this is a date on my birthday both.”

Dinner and a movie with Mark when my head was swimming in thoughts and emotions that were pulling me in all sorts of different ways? Was I insane? If I went too far with this, I might never get back from it and after the swap back, I might… What would happen to me at that point? Would I feel like the girl I’d become, in such a short time, trapped my own body?

And then I looked back up at Mark and those beautiful, caring eyes and I didn’t care.

I all but leapt at him and aggressively shoved my face at his, mashing our lips together like we were animals. It took less than a second for him to use his tongue to force my mouth open and then we were actively, excitedly making out. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair, and that now familiar feeling of wetness between my legs returned.

Whatever happened when I went back to my own body could wait. For now, I was Mark’s girlfriend and I didn’t care who I was before today.

---

After leaving the fair, we drove into town to a pretty nice sit down restaurant called the Hometown Grill. I knew the main reason we were going there specifically, and it was because that was where Mark worked. He was a server in the evenings after school, and so he not only got a discount, he also wanted to check his schedule.

We walked in and the first person to greet us was the girl who worked at the register, Holly. “Oh, hi Mark. Who’s this?”

“This is…” he stopped after a second, realizing that he didn’t know what to call me, then finally settled on, “My date.”

Holly whistled. “Does Date have a name?”

Theatrically, I pretended to be offended. “She does, in fact, and her name is Skye.” Then I reached out to Holly for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, you’re… Holly? Right? Mark’s told me a lot about you.”

“He has, has he?” She smirked at him. I felt a tiny bit of jealousy, but I also knew that Holly would never go for Mark. She was in her off year between high school and college and she’d told him more than once that she didn’t date high school guys in high school, she wasn’t about to start now. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Skye. Did you two want a booth?”

I giggled. “That would be wonderful.”

We followed Holly around the corner into the dining room where we were seated at a very comfortable corner booth. At first, I was going to sit across the table from Mark, but my emotions got in the way of that and so I sat right next to him, cuddled, in fact. He was such a great guy to lean against.

The meal was nothing outright spectacular, just competently made burgers and fries. We did have a bit of fun by feeding each other our fries, which felt like a playfully romantic way to eat. I was hoping we could do that again in the future, and without even the slightest hint of irony in that hope. Mark was just… Exactly what I wanted in a partner, and I didn’t know why I hadn’t realized it until now.

“Where did ‘Skye’ come from?” he asked me as I took a sip of my soda.

“Huh?”

“The name, where did you get ‘Skye’ from?”

Holy shit, where did I get that from? “I don’t actually know. It just… It was just there.”

He put his arm around me. “Well, it suits you.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“And, I wanna thank you for doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Being my girl for the day. I actually think this is the best birthday present you’ve ever given me.”

I giggled. “Your birthday’s not over yet, baby.”

He pulled me closer and kissed me, which was quickly becoming my favorite part of today. His lips tasted so good. Just being with him was a feeling I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to lose.

From off to the side, I caught a glimpse of Holly watching us, a smirk on her face.

---

Despite the almost absurd ticket prices, we got a couple seats for the latest Conjuring movie, even though I don’t think either one of us had actually seen the ones before it. It was honestly the only thing playing that seemed like it would hold our interest. I’d campaigned for Freekier Friday, just for the irony of the situation, but that had been a no, and I didn’t want to disappoint Mark on his birthday.

The theater was basically empty, with two other couples and one or two lone people. A horror movie probably wasn’t the best date night movie, but it wasn’t like it was unheard of, either. Amusingly, I wondered if I was going to be one of those shrieky girlfriends who buries herself in her boyfriend. I wouldn’t mind, honestly, as cuddling up to Mark for any reason was fast becoming a comfortable position for me.

The movie actually seemed kinda boring, to be honest. Some light scares, but nothing too spectacular. I wasn’t a big horror girl, so none of it was particularly interesting. I jumped maybe once, but that was all. Maybe twice, actually.

Thankfully, I wasn’t there for the movie so much as I was to be in a dark theater with my boyfriend, which was exactly what I wanted anyway. We had to choose seats when we bought the tickets and Mark did the gentlemanly thing of finding the one corner in the back nobody else was sitting in, so we were effectively by ourselves while the other six people seeing the movie were all the way on the other side of the room. It was almost perfect for doing… Whatever we wanted to do, honestly.

It started quietly enough, by twenty-five minutes in, we were sitting as close as the armrest and cupholders between the seats would allow and holding each other’s hand as tightly as possible. At forty-five minutes in, we each had a hand on the other’s cheek while we kissed, making noises I’m sure rivaled the speakers built into the walls around us.

An hour and twenty minutes in was when the real action started, as I moved Mark’s other hand (the one I’d been holding) under my tanktop. I don’t know if it was respect or surprise, but he stopped just shy of slipping it into my bra, which was disappointing but also kinda sweet if he was still shy about touching a boob. I endeavored to rid him of that unease as soon as possible, because I wanted him touching far more than just my boobs.

At an hour and thirty-five minutes, I’d abandoned all pretenses and practically jumped on top of him. Even through clothing, I could feel him rising to attention in his pants, which made me giggle. Did dicks normally feel like that under clothes? By now, I’d taken a bit of initiative and moved his hand under my bra so that his wonderfully masculine fingers were working their magic on my delightfully feminine nipples. The moans escaping my lips succeeded in making him harder than he was before.

The one hour, fifty-five minute point was where I gave into my urges entirely. I slid down his body until I was on the popcorn-riddled theater floor, and I unzipped his pants. His underwear did very little to contain his erection, as his cockhead was sticking out past the waistband. Thankfully, that made the underwear easy to slip down so that I had full access to the ‘birthday boy’. It was time for me to give him the first of his presents.

I went down on him slowly, using my tongue as much as possible to stimulate him, making him grow so hard that I was afraid I was gonna make him pop a blood vessel somewhere. His dick was getting pretty veiny… As I slid down his shaft with my tongue, I took special care to give the boys down below their own kisses, to massage them with my lips.

It was when I went back up the shaft that the real magic started, as I wrapped my lips around his cock and took him inside my mouth. He gently but forcibly grabbed my hair and helped guide me, but it wasn’t like it was rocket science, I only had one direction to go. Well, two, but the other one was just backward. I don’t know why guys always seemed to think we needed help giving them blowjobs.

I also should’ve been concerned that I had that thought.

But I wasn’t concerned at all, I was too caught up in the moment, too fulfilled by the massive man meat in my mouth, too entranced by the smell of his pubic hair. I didn’t even hesitate to slip one hand into my panties and start fingering myself while I sucked on his dick. The heat I felt was such a raw, feminine thing, something that I should’ve had no experience with but instead felt such an intense familiarity that for the duration of that blowjob, my life before today faded into nothingness. I was pleasuring my boyfriend on his birthday, that was the most important thing at that moment.

And when things came to a climax on the screen, they did so in my mouth and in me at the exact same time. The first thing I felt was him tensing up, followed by that familiar jolt of electricity that shot itself from one part of my body to the next and so forth onward like a tidal wave. When he finally exploded in my mouth, I felt my own juices start to geyser. I removed my fingers and quickly squeezed myself closed in order to keep from getting too messy, just as I locked my lips around his cock to make sure I didn’t miss out on anything from him.

And as the credits started to roll and the lights came back on, we were once again in our seats, lips locked together, sharing one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever had, no one around us the wiser that anything had ever happened in that little corner of the room.

---

We made our way back to Mark’s house, where the first thing I did was check to see if Ty–Liz, she was Liz, I had to remember that–was still sleeping soundly on the couch. Thankfully h… She... Was, still. My mind was doing so many flip flops it was almost unbearable, but the one thing that prevailed in my mind, the one constant, was that I was there with Mark and that was the most important thing. He was all I should focus on, all I should think about.

He took me up to his bedroom, a place I’d been so many times but had never really looked at the way I was now. Nothing was in focus except the bed, the one place I think I’d wanted to be ever since this morning when I’d gotten done masturbating in the bathroom. God, that felt like such a long time ago. I’d run through such a wide swath of emotions and sensations since then, I was almost a new person.

And I was, really. I was Skye.

Mark went to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him. “No, baby.”

“Whuh? I thought…”

I started unbuttoning him. “I’ll take yours off, you take mine off.”

He smiled that warm, loving smile. “I like it this way.”

I purred. “You’ll really love it in a minute.” I slipped one side of his shirt off his arm. “But I’m gonna take my time first. You’re so worth savoring.”

I pulled the other side of his shirt off his other arm and dragged my fingers across his tight, muscular chest. Had he always been like that? Certainly I would’ve noticed before now, wouldn’t I? We’d been together for so long, after all. Again, my mind wasn’t thinking about the fact that I hadn’t been Skye before today, instead I was drooling over my man. My man. Those words were more powerful than any mental incoherence.

I knelt down and untied his shoes. Briefly, I paused by his cock and ran a finger along it through his pants. He was already about half as hard as he had been at the movies, and I was hoping to get him way past that. I was aching for him to an almost mind numbing degree. I pulled his socks off after that and let loose his delightful toes. His feet were so much bigger than mine, I almost wondered how he found shoes for them. That he and I were really the same shoe size in my actual body just didn’t come into it.

I sat there, knelt in perfect blowjob position, and took my sweet time unbuckling and removing his belt. Every inch of it that came through the loops was making me wetter and wetter. God! Why was just undressing him making me so fucking horny?! How was I going to stand it when the roles were reversed and he started undressing me?

I threw the belt into the corner and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Those just needed to come off, like immediately. His briefs, too, they needed to be gone. He needed to be naked and I needed to see every bit of him. It was his birthday after all, he needed to be in his birthday suit. I sort of rushed through getting rid of those despite wanting to take my time with the rest of his clothes.

And then I was awestruck by just how gorgeous he was naked.

“What do you think, Skye?” he asked, his voice taking on an intensity I didn’t think I’d ever heard as long as we’d known each other.

I pulled myself as close to him as possible. “I think I like what I see, stud.”

He chuckled. “Good. Now it’s my turn.”

His hands were skilled at teasing me while they removed my clothes, agonizingly slowly. He started with my tanktop, which he walked up my body, using his fingers to touch me ever so gently as he did. He paused at my breasts, making sure to slip a pair of fingers into each bra cup and make my nipples even harder. I didn’t know how that was possible, but it was making me ache even more than I thought I could.

He didn’t stay up top, however, and moved next to my shorts, which he struggled to get down around my hips. I wiggled my ass a little to help him, which he very much enjoyed. I spun around and rubbed his naked cock with my nearly naked ass, making him harder than I think he expected to be. I giggled as I did. That was payback for making my nipples so hard.

He took advantage of my facing away from him to unhook my bra. I helped him with the straps and then guided his hands to my boobs. God, his hands were so gentle, it was like being caressed by a massage therapist. Mark had a future ahead of him giving me back rubs every night for the rest of our lives.

His fingers found their nimble way to my nipples, and I let out the loudest moan I’d ever made, so loud in fact that it definitely qualified as wake the dead levels of sound. It did have the desired effect, however, as Mark’s already raging hard cock hardened even more he pressed it against the small of my back.

“Oh baby…” I whimpered almost breathlessly, “Get my panties off me please! I’m on fire down there!”

He pulled my hair out of his way and kissed the back of my neck. “Don’t worry, Skye, I’m ready to finish unwrapping my birthday present.”

God, it was cheesy as fuck, but I didn’t care, I just needed him inside me. Especially after he used my name, everything we were doing just felt so right. Besides, I was his birthday present. Just like he’d be mine tomorrow night.

In my mind, I’d all but given up on Tyler as my actual identity. Skye felt so much more like the real me than Tyler ever had. Being Tyler meant I was just some ordinary guy who never got anywhere in life. Yeah, I had prospects, and I had been looking forward to a future that didn’t at all seem impossible, but it just seemed so… Average. Being Skye was a different animal altogether. She was so much more confident in herself, so much more together, and so in love with the man of her dreams. I didn’t just want to be Skye… I needed it.

Mark’s hands moved from my breasts down my body like he was playing a keyboard across my flesh. His touch sent little spikes through my skin that felt like heaven was fondling me. I helped him move down my skin, leading him to the sensitive spots along my stomach and my sides. His fingers were so practiced, I was genuinely questioning if he’d touched me this way before and I just didn’t remember. I knew that couldn’t have been the case, but the thought lingered.

Finally, he reached my panties, the thong so small it barely covered anything. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled them off me as if I were a fruit he was about to devour. Once the thong reached my feet, I kicked it into a corner and let it slip from my mind.

Mark and I were both as naked as the days we were born, eighteen years ago.

I spun around to face him again and he took in the sight of me, his face highlighting just how speechless he was more than the babbling coming from his mouth. He was looking at the girl of his dreams, I was looking at the man of mine, both of us knew exactly what we needed to do now.

Still, I had to say it, to make it even more real for me. “Cum in me, baby.”

He grabbed me by the shoulders, neither roughly nor gentle, and pressed his lips to mine. I reached down and gripped his cock like I needed it to survive, and to a very psychological degree, I think I did. He then, while we were still kissing, hoisted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt that dick against my ass and wanted so bad to just slide myself onto it, but I needed to wait, needed it to be right.

Together, we both fell onto the bed, me on my back and him on top of me. Had his bed always been this comfortable? Who was I kidding, of course it had. I was just a thousand percent more sensitive to everything I touched now. Either way, we were on the bed and I was more ready for this than I had been anything in my life before now.

Despite the passion of the moment, I could’ve sworn I heard the front door open.

My thoughts were brought back to the here and now of Mark doing the very thing I’d been wanting all day, possibly my entire life, at the very least since the ferris wheel. I was so wet down there that he faced exactly zero resistance as he entered my most sensitive area. When I’d touched myself earlier, it had felt so much like an electric jolt through my body that I nearly collapsed. His cock sliding into my pussy sent an explosion of stimulation throughout me that couldn’t be expressed in words that mankind had ever invented.

“Yes!” I screamed, not giving a single fuck about how loud I was. This was worth screaming over, worth being as loud as possible. This wasn’t just a pair of fingers, this was the genuine article, the instrument meant to play my music and make me sing. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He worked me slowly at first, a gentle rhythm of motion inward and outward, with all the squelching sounds that made up his dick sliding in and out of my very eager pussy. I was honestly very surprised that I could take every inch of him, because Mark was not small, by any stretch of the imagination. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tore anything down there, and who knew, maybe he would.

But it didn’t take very long for that pace to quicken, for our bodies to discover the movement that worked best, for him to decide that he needed to pump harder and faster. I was so ready for his speed, so ready for his technique, so ready for him to spray the inside of me with quarts of his hot seed. I almost wondered if I could make him cum that much. If I couldn’t, no woman could, that was for damn sure. We were made for each other.

He brought his head down to my chest and another jolt of pleasure ripped through me as his tongue encircled my nipple, then he started kissing it, then finally he started sucking on it. If this was what it felt like for babies to suckle from you, I was starting to think I was ready for motherhood, because GOD, it felt like bliss wrapped in heaven. That I would’ve never considered that thought just a day ago was testament to how far I’d gone in such a short time, but regardless, I screamed and moaned at once, signifying the pleasure that was welling up inside me.

“Drink up, baby,” I whimpered out breathlessly. I held his head in place as he moved his mouth between my nipples, suckling on one and then the other, all the while he was still ramming his cock headfirst into my vagina. I was starting to lose track of which of us was supposed to be pleasuring the other for their birthday, but this was seriously turning into a very shared, very intimate celebration of two people who loved one another and happened to have birthdays a day apart.

I felt him tense up down below, and clenched myself around him tightly. As he came, so did I, our juices filling me up so much I was worried I’d never be able to sit straight again. I had moved my hands to his shoulders at this point and dug my fingers into his back as the intense tidal wave of an orgasm hit me so hard that it almost hurt. I cried out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that I wasn’t sure which was which.

Mark had done it. Mark had done me.

Eventually, he finished emptying his load into me and the only thought I really had was how happy I was that he didn’t put on a condom, because I wouldn’t have been able to take not taking that cum inside me. I didn’t care what happened down the road, this sex was so special that only good could come from it.

“I love you, Mark Bennett,” I said, with what little energy I had left.

“I love you, Skye Harper,” he said to me, and I never felt happier in my life.

We laid in bed doing nothing but cuddling for an hour before finally drifting off to sleep. Just as I lost consciousness, I could’ve sworn I saw the door open and two people walk into the room.

Sunday

Sunlight filtered through the window, telling me that it was time to wake up. My head kinda hurt, but otherwise I didn’t feel any unwanted side effects of the potion wearing off. I was happy that my body had been moved to a bed at some point, because waking up on a couch would’ve been irritating. I stretched a bit under the blanket, then contracted myself back into a fetal position.

Then I felt Mark’s dick against my bare ass.

I sat straight up, causing my breasts to jiggle almost uncontrollably. I used the blanket to both cover them and keep them under control. Were they bigger than they had been last night? And more importantly, why was I still in Liz’s body? And why was Liz’s body still in bed with Mark?

Mark had a mirror hanging on his closet door, which faced the bed. The girl in the mirror staring at herself was not Liz.

I stood up and ran over to the mirror, naturally so did the girl. She definitely had Liz’s curves, though like I thought, the breasts were bigger. Her hair was less golden blonde and more dirty blonde, like my hair was. Her face also looked like it was Liz’s mixed with mine, as I still had the same sapphire blue eyes but not the smattering of freckles across my face. My complexion actually looked a lot less flawed than Liz’s.

It was then that I noticed the sheet of paper stuck in the corner of the mirror. I pulled it down and my eyes widened in horror at the words I read.

Dear Tyler,

My dad works for Amazon and while they’re not supposed to know what the packages they deliver are, he still ends up finding out anyway thanks to his scanner. I found out about the body swap potion and after seeing the two of you gawking at me in the hallway figured out exactly what you were going to do. You’re not as slick as you think you are.

So I played along, waited to see which of you was going to actually use the stuff and pretended to be surprised and annoyed with what was happening. I figured it was you, since I knew Mark was the one with the crush on me, as if I’d ever go out with that loser. I even dressed up the way I did because I knew a boy would be taking my body for a test drive. You probably wouldn’t have even waited so long to fuck if I’d made you wear one of my skirts.

The night before all this, I called one of my besties. She’s a witch, and witches are good at what they do. The first thing I did was make her enchant my body so that when you entered it, you’d quickly start to become the girl you were pretending to be. Mark’s little girlfriend, all ready to take him in bed and love every second of it. After that, I had her come over to Mark’s house and wake me up just in time to hear the two of you climaxing, and when you were both passed out from all the sex, I had her swap us back, but as you can plainly see, that’s not all. I hope you like the new rack, you’re a cup size bigger than I am, but based on how well you performed last night, I’d say you’re right at home in this new body of yours.

And the best part? The four of us are the only ones that remember Tyler Harper. To the outside world, you’ve been this girl your whole life, and the two of you recently decided to act on your feelings and start dating.

So prepare for your new life. Look at the bright side, you’ve got a built-in boyfriend already. Oh, and don’t worry, everything you did last night still happened to you, so congrats on losing your virginity on Mark’s birthday!

Happy birthday, Skye!

I let the paper fall to the floor. This entire time, the entire day, and Liz played us like fiddles.

Behind me, I saw Mark’s reflection sit up, stretch and yawn, still buck naked just like I was. When he saw me standing at the mirror, he quickly covered up. “Sk–Uh, Tyler?”

I felt tears slide down my face. “You were right the first time.” I turned around and faced him, and his jaw dropped when he saw my boobs. “Next year, we’re doing gag gifts.”

---

“Skye?”

I sat at the table and stared at the cup of coffee in front of me. I hadn’t yet taken a single sip, so it had probably gotten cold by now, but I just couldn’t take my eyes away from it. I felt like the world outside me and the cup was just not there, and that made things a tiny bit easier.

“Skye?”

I could hear Mark, but I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Everything had changed and he was just trying to be supportive, but I was so shell shocked by everything that I just couldn’t find words. My life had been turned upside down and I wasn’t sure how I was going to live with it.

“Skye!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the table and nearly sending my coffee cup flying. I grabbed it to keep it under control and discovered that, yes, the coffee had cooled completely. I hated making him worry enough to do that.

“I’m sorry…” I said, in an almost complete monotone. I was so whacked out of it that I could barely speak above a whisper anyway, so I wasn’t sure he noticed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, concern in his voice.

I looked up at that handsome, compassionate face of his. I wanted to be angry that he’d even asked me the question, but I knew I couldn’t. He was my best friend, he hadn’t caused this, he was doing everything he could to comfort me, like a good boyfriend would do. It was just a shame I wanted us to go back to being best friends and not boyfriend and girlfriend.

I didn’t mean that in the sense that I wanted to break up, I meant it in the sense that I wanted to be male again. Liz had screwed my life up but good.

“How I’m feeling is that I don’t know how to feel right now,” I finally answered.

He sat down and grabbed my hand. I couldn’t deny that the feeling of his hand touching mine was… Right in so many ways that I couldn’t describe. I hated that I didn’t know if those were my own feelings from us being friends for so long or the result of what Liz had done to me. I wasn’t even sure what she had done to me, outside of the obvious physical changes.

I wondered if that was possible, if the mental changes I’d undergone over the course of the day were truly something she’d done to me or if they were just my real feelings coming to the surface because I’d been in Liz’s body for the day. She’d claimed responsibility in the letter, but that could’ve just been her way to torment me for what we’d–what I’d–done. I couldn’t deny that my view of Mark had gone from best friend to boyfriend rather quickly yesterday, which suggested that my brain had been tampered with; but I also couldn’t deny that the shift had felt so natural that I wasn’t sure it wasn’t.

The main thing I knew was that him holding my hand like that made me feel good, made me feel loved. And it was a feeling I liked, but also one that I was scared of. Would I always feel this way? Would there come a time when Mark wasn’t this important to me? I shuddered at the thought of that. We’d been close for so long and I didn’t want that to change.

Jumping into this new life, whatever it was supposed to be, should’ve been the easiest choice in the world. Mark and I were dating, we would effectively be inseparable at that point, only driven apart by having to go to different classes at school, where we would then meet up between them or at lunch and still be exactly who we’d always been.

And really, dating him would be almost no different than what our lives had been, just with a little more kissing and a lot more sex. And I really couldn’t deny that the sex had been fantastic last night, better than my severely limited male experiences had been. I just couldn’t get over the fact that my life had been altered so very greatly.

“Liz only lives a few streets away, we could go and make her change you back,” he said, his voice soft.

I shook my head. “What good will that do? She’ll just laugh at me and nothing will change.” I finally took a sip of my cold coffee. “I just… I can’t go back.”

“There’s gotta be something you could do. We could find this witch that changed you, or hell, a magic potion got you into this, maybe there’s one to change you back.”

“Babe… What’s it matter? Liz would just make me… Me... Again.”

He sighed. “I feel like this is my fault.”

I shook my head again. “No, it’s not. I’m the one that bought the potion, I’m the one who wanted to do this whole stupid thing, and now… Now I’m the one who has to live with what I caused.”

He reached out and touched my face, something I was so very quickly becoming used to. His hands felt so good on my skin. Again, I wasn’t sure if I was feeling this way because I’d always cared about Mark or because of Liz’s alterations to me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I cared.

I then added, “Besides, I don’t wanna see that bitch anywhere except school for the rest of my life. She can feel smug about what she’s done from a distance, I don’t want to let her have the satisfaction of throwing it in my face up close.”

I could tell he was relieved, even if his primary goal was being supportive of me. I couldn’t blame him, really. He got a hot girlfriend out of this, if I were in the same position, I probably wouldn’t want her to change back into a guy either. He was clearly torn between wanting to be my friend and my boyfriend, though, that I could see. And he wasn’t the only one, either.

I drank more of the coffee. It wasn’t really quenching my thirst, unfortunately. I didn’t really know what to do from here. I couldn’t go back, but going forward meant surrendering to a life I wasn’t sure I wanted to completely accept. Even worse, I still remembered being male, and according to the letter, the rest of the world outside Mark, Liz, the witch and I remembered me this way.

I had never felt more conflicted about anything in my life.

“Um… Whaddya say we go do… Something?” Mark asked, taking me away from my moment of self pity.

I looked up at him from my nearly empty coffee cup. His eyes held so much concern for me, I could barely stand it. He shouldn’t have been worried so much about me.

I shrugged. “What did you want to do?”

He chuckled a bit and dammit it looked cute. I assumed the first thing that crossed his mind was a continuation of last night, which I would never outright turn down but wasn’t quite ready for yet.

Thankfully, he said, “We’re gonna go to the mall.”

---

The mall was crowded, which was no surprise since it was a Sunday and nobody really had much to do besides hang out with their friends or dates, shop, or kill time standing around doing nothing at all. Normally, Mark and I would be a mix of the first and third option, as we’d be hanging out while killing time doing nothing at all. Most of the time, we just hung around GameStop looking around without buying anything.

Today was a little different, because unlike every other time, there were guys staring at me. I felt extremely self-conscious, something I don’t think I’d ever felt a day in my life before now. Even yesterday, when we were walking around the fair or what few people were watching the movie with us, I never felt like people were actively watching me, even though I was in the body of one of the most gorgeous girls in our school. I don’t know if that was an effect of whatever magic juju Liz put on me while I was in her body or if I just felt so carefree because I was letting myself play the role of Mark’s girlfriend a little too well. I was leaning toward the former, because being the latter at the moment didn’t seem to stop me from noticing every eye that landed on me, whether they were actually looking or not.

In fact, Mark being there was the only satisfaction I had right then. Being near him was just as comforting as it had been yesterday. Despite being aware of every look, I still felt safe and loved with him beside me, his arm around my waist. Even though this was yet another thing I wasn’t sure being my own feelings or the effect of Liz’s magic, it was one I didn’t really mind, either. I could live with being Mark’s girlfriend, I could live with being a girl, I just didn’t like the way this had happened to me. Didn’t like the why, either.

I had no one but myself to blame, though. If I hadn’t stolen Liz’s body for the day, even if it had been harmless to her, she wouldn’t have considered doing this to me. I was stuck in a life I didn’t know because I had done something stupid, and I needed to come to terms with that. In a way, I was lucky that I had Mark to share this with. Considering what all she did, she could’ve easily left me the only one who remembered my old life as Tyler. Mark could’ve woken up this morning wondering why his girlfriend was so depressed after birthday sex.

As if that gentle, wonderful boy could read my mind, he asked, “What do you think might’ve happened if I didn’t remember you as Tyler?”

I held onto him a little tighter. “I dunno. I probably would’ve just… I dunno, I really don’t.”

“Do you think…” He trailed off a second, as if looking for the right way to phrase whatever it was he had in mind. “Do you think that maybe Liz kept our memories as kind of a favor?”

I blinked. “Please elaborate, because I don’t really see what you’re talking about.”

His face twisted into a look I could only describe as a mixture between cute and annoyed, like he wasn’t sure he was explaining himself properly but knew what he was trying to say. “I guess… I don’t know how magic works, hell I didn’t even know it was real until you bought that stupid potion, but it seems to me that Liz’s witch friend could’ve probably changed our memories just like she did everybody else’s. Instead, she let us keep them, basically giving you a crutch for your new life, for our new relationship.”

I shrugged. “I doubt she saw it that way. She probably just wanted us to remember our old lives as some kind of torture or something.”

“But couldn’t she have done that by leaving everybody’s memories and letting them know why she changed you?”

He had a point. If the goal was to humiliate me, making everybody remember me as Skye was probably the worst way to do it, because nobody but her would be in on it. And she’d even gone out of her way to give me a support system by giving me, as she put it, a built-in boyfriend with Mark. Really, even changing me into a girl didn’t exactly punish me, as thanks to her, I’d grown so used to it that I felt more comfortable being Skye than I ever had as Tyler. The way it seemed to be, really, Liz was the only one who wasn’t getting anything out of this.

Was there more to her game than just swapping Tyler for Skye and giving Mark a girlfriend? She hadn’t made me the school slut or anything, as she’d outright told me last night was me losing my virginity. Really, what more could there even be? At worst, Id be the school prude because I hadn’t given it up to anybody but my best friend. Even that wasn’t exactly a negative.

Giving it some real thought, Liz hadn’t won like I thought she had, she’d only given me what I didn’t know I wanted.

---

I genuinely wondered how much of my old personality was overwritten, even if my memories weren’t affected, because I know I had almost zero interest in clothes shopping before I became Skye. And yet, despite what I knew to be true, I found myself trying on different outfits by the dozen, particularly to see their effect on Mark. Amusement was good, excitement was better, arousal was best. And more than a few of my choices had tripped the arousal meter.

Liz had left me with a slightly different version of the clothes she’d been wearing when I borrowed her body: a tanktop and short shorts plus a pair of heels. The colors were different, the tanktop showed off more (I had more to show off either way but I’m talking a neckline almost to my belly button), the heels were a little higher, but otherwise exactly what I had worn as Liz the day before.

I assumed that my wardrobe back home was similar to Liz’s, maybe with a mix of less uber-feminine choices so that the two of us didn’t seem completely identical. If what I was choosing to try on was any indication, I liked pants more than she did, anyway. Of course, the main issue I had was finding shirts that covered the girls, because most of what I tried on ended up showing more stomach than it was designed for.

After close to two hours of trying stuff on, I had a shopping cart full of clothes, which was definitely a first for me.

Mark whistled. “That’s a lot, babe.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I let myself get carried away.” I reached into the one addition that Liz gave me, a purse with all my stuff in it. Presumably, she knew I’d need it if I were going to be, well, me at all. “Now hopefully, I’ve got enough to pay for it all.”

He pulled my hand out of my purse. “Nope, today’s on me.”

I looked up at him. “Huh? Why?”

He patted me on the head, which felt endearing and mildly insulting at the same time, but I knew which one he meant. “It’s your birthday, dumbass, and if we’re gonna be dating, we’re gonna buy each other stuff for our birthdays.”

I rolled my eyes, “Babe, we’ve been buying each other stuff for our birthdays since we were little, what makes this one so different?”

He opened his mouth to talk, then closed it, then finally said, “Y’know, I don’t actually know, but now that you’re Skye, it just kinda feels different, y’know?”

I shrugged. “I don’t really see how, but if you insist, I’m not gonna complain.” I giggled. “It’s awful sweet of you, hun.”

“Besides, a bunch of clothes you picked out are a much better gift for you than the other thing.”

I blinked. “What other thing?”

He turned red. “Well, I… Sorta got in on the gag gift trend this year.”

“And what did you buy me?”

“It… Well, y’see, when you first talked about this whole body swap potion thing, I thought it was bullshit, so I decided to play into it and…”

My hands immediately went to my face. “Oh my god, you bought me a dildo!”

He was so adorably red now that I almost wanted to chastise myself for embarrassing him. “It was a gag!” He started to nervously rub at the back of his head. “Plus, it’s more of a vibrator than a dildo…”

I giggled more, which made him calm a little bit. “So, is it… Very stimulating?”

He turned red again. “I don’t… I haven’t… I mean, it’s for girls so…”

“Oh, calm down, babe.” I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m just teasing you. I’m sure it’s a very good vibrator.”

He coughed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m sure. I just hope you don’t take it the wrong way.”

“You mean , like, up the butt?”

“What? No!” He cleared his throat. “I mean, I hope you don’t see it as anything other than a gag, which it is.”

I giggled some more. “You may have bought it as a gag, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make use of it.”

There was a second I thought he was going to say something about it, but he didn’t. Maybe I got him flustered by telling him I’d use his little gag gift. It was actually kinda cute seeing him all out of sorts like that.

---

Mark paid for my clothes and we made our way to our next stop, which was the food court. I looked around at all the people who paid me almost no attention and felt relieved. Maybe I was actually capable of disappearing into the crowd just like any other girl. Just a few hours ago, I was worried that I’d always stand out.

I spotted a girl I remembered from last year who was a year ahead of me, her name was Becca. She was getting a bite to eat with her two younger siblings, but I couldn’t remember their names. I remembered having a crush on her when I was still a guy and she was still at the school.

I could instantly tell that would never be the case again.

If I was honest with myself, I’d already noticed my attraction to girls had disappeared, if for no other reason than I wasn’t the only attractive girl at the mall today. Not a single one of them had been of any interest to me beyond comparing myself to them. Though, to be honest, none of the guys had really done anything for me, either. I definitely noticed them, and I took in the eye candy just like any other girl, but if I had to guess, the magic that changed me gave me a strong attraction to Mark and Mark alone.

That only made Liz’s intentions even cloudier. Was she doing this just so that Mark had a girlfriend to take his mind off of her? Just what the hell was her goal here and why did it seem like she was doing everything she could to give Mark and I a sappy, romantic Happily Ever After moment? Nothing was adding up here and it was honestly scaring the hell out of me.

Did she have something up her sleeve? We didn’t know about her tricking us yesterday until this morning’s wake up plot twist letter, after all. Would Mark and I once again have a fantastic day of being together only to have it pulled away from us tomorrow morning? That would definitely be torture, that much I could say for certain. Losing Mark’s love would break me in two.

I had to put that out of my mind, to hope that nothing bad would come of the end of the day. Maybe Mark and I continually having a good day today would be all we’d need to stave off any potential Liz-created disasters.

Through a mouthful of cheeseburger, I asked, “So what’s next?”

Mark gulped down his food. “Why are you so hot even being a slob?”

I giggled. “It’s an art. Now what are we doing next?”

He shrugged. “I think we sorta wore out anything else to do here besides maybe check GameStop out. Remember when this mall used to have an arcade?”

“Yes,” I groaned, “I miss that place so much.”

“No kidding.”

“So GameStop and then, what, back to your place?”

He nodded. “Sure. I wanna see if you being a girl makes you any better at Smash than you used to be.”

I jabbed a finger at him. “Hey, I’ve kicked your ass repeatedly, mister.”

He laughed, which got me laughing. Yeah, having a good time would be just what we needed to keep Liz at bay, I was sure of it. She could screw up our lives, but our friendship was too pure to destroy, and if that friendship blossomed into full on love, she’d never be able to take it from us.

She’d wanted to punish me, she’d only succeeded in awakening a part of me I didn’t know existed.

---

“Woo-hoo!” I nearly screamed,,, No, I screamed. I was feeling the rush of beating Mark at Super Smash Bros for the tenth time in a row just this session. Girl or boy, my streak was unbeatable and he just couldn’t put me down. “I can still whup your ass at this game!”

Mark sighed. “Here I was hoping I’d get at least one round.”

I sat back down beside him, never even realizing that I’d stood up in the first place. I must’ve been obnoxiously excited. I poked him in the arm. “Hey, just remember that when we go a round later on, you’re definitely winning.”

He laughed. “Did you just switch from video games to sex without changing any of the words?”

I nodded. “Damn straight.”

He threw his arm around me. “Are you that eager for more birthday sex?”

“Babe, last night was incredible and I want more, obviously, but I was just throwing an innuendo into the conversation.”

He laughed again, which drove me all kinds of wild. I was more than ready to just let him take me right then and there, but I also wanted to savor it. Technically, what we were going to do tonight would be Skye’s first time, even though we’d had a very passionate night yesterday. I’d been in Liz’s body at the time, so it almost didn’t count, although we both enjoyed it.

That made me think of the letter Liz had left. She’d said that everything we did had ‘happened’ to me, which didn’t seem to make sense. Did that mean that as far as reality was concerned, the Skye that Mark had sex with last night was the one I was now as opposed to me-in-Liz’s-body Skye? I supposed magic being real, if her witch friend could make me a girl that everybody remembered, it could probably transfer semen from one uterus to another. Ew, what if I was pregnant? I was not ready to be a teen mom.

I let a few more rounds of Smash take my mind off of potential bun-in-the-oven situations (though I made a mental note to go see a doctor and make sure everything was working correctly, maybe get on birth control or something), and surprise surprise, I won every round. It wasn’t like Mark wasn’t trying, I’d just always been a better Smash player than he was. He’d lost to me more times when I was a boy than he had anybody else we played against.

And honestly, he never seemed to take it personally, never seemed to get upset about it. To him, we were just having a lot of fun. He wasn’t competitive in any way, which was one of the many things I loved about him, even before I changed. He and I just did shit for fun and nothing more. We never got on each other’s nerves, we always bailed each other out, we just didn’t cause each other any problems. We were close enough to have been together before some dumb bitch’s magic decided to put us together.

That thought brought me right back to what Liz’s entire goal was with this ‘punishment’. Who was being punished here by me being a girl and Mark and I dating? If anything, Liz had just deprived herself of one of the greatest, most caring guys ever and given him to me. Just like with basically every round of Smash that Mark and I played, I was the one coming out on top here while she got to stay single. I guess if that’s all she cared about, maybe that was the whole point, but why give me the man of my dreams in the process?

I’d been spending my entire day worrying about this, so I decided it was time to get some answers. Mark said Liz only lived a couple streets over, because of course he’d know where she lived when he had a crush on her. That made me slightly jealous, even though he’d known where I lived as long as we knew each other and I was the one who ended up with him. Girl thoughts could be just as stupid as boy thoughts at times.

I set the controller down. “Babe… Where did you say Liz’s house was?”

He gave me a puzzled look. “Why? I thought you said you didn’t want to talk to her.”

I grabbed his hand. “I just can’t get it out of my head that something is off about this. You and I basically got everything we wanted for turning her into a puppet for a day, and if she’s getting anything, I can’t figure out what it is.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not gonna ask her to change me back, I wouldn’t want to even if I could. Being Skye, being with you, just makes more sense to me, but I need to know if this is going to blow up in our faces at the end of the day.”

He studied me for a long time, probably staring at my boobs the majority of it, which was flattering and annoying at the same time thanks to the seriousness of the situation. Finally, he nodded and stood up. “618 Fern Lane. That’s her address.”

I looked up at his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, babe.”

He then did what I’m sure was his first inclination any time he saw me and planted his lips right onto mine. It’s a cliche to say I melted in his arms, but dammit, that’s exactly what I did. Romance was fast becoming my favorite part of this new version of our relationship. I was also more than aware that one of his hands found its way to my ass and squeezed very gently. I couldn’t blame him, I had a fantastic ass.

After a minute, an hour or a year (time was relative when you were kissing your boyfriend), we finally broke away from each other. He didn’t let my hand go until after he said, “Make sure you come back to me, Skye.”

---

618 Fern Lane.

It stood before me almost like a looming shadow. That was also probably the farthest explanation from its actual appearance, because the siding was baby blue and there was a flower garden filled with flowers of different colors right in front of me. To say it looked beautiful would be an understatement. It just felt ominous.

The walk over here had been short but nerve wracking. Just because I’d made up my mind to confront Liz about all this didn’t change the fact that confronting Liz about all this was going to be the greatest challenge of the last two days, probably just outstepping learning to walk in heels without breaking an ankle. I was both ready and scared at the same time, and didn’t know which was going to overcome the other. This could change the course of my life for the second time in two days or it could be a great big nothingburger and I’d go back to Mark and have birthday sex. Oh, who was I kidding, birthday sex with Mark was a guarantee whether this turned out alright or not.

I told myself there was no time like the present and walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and almost too quickly the door opened to Liz’s mom in a very flattering sundress. I could definitely see where Liz got her genetics from.

“Skye! It’s so good to see you! Happy birthday, sweetie!”

I blushed. “Thanks, Mrs. Tremont. Is Liz home?” Ugh, new me was friends with the school bitch? Great, just what I didn’t want.

She nodded. “She’s upstairs in her room.”

I walked inside, then up the stairs. Which room was hers was more than obvious, as there was a giant No Boys Allowed sticker going from the upper left to the lower right. Liz didn’t have any siblings, so the only other option was that her parents had a sense of humor.

That same feeling of dread and anticipation that had struck me outside the house was hitting me again outside her door. Would she be expecting me? Had she heard her mom talking to me? She’d made me her ‘friend’ for a reason, so I assumed she knew this conversation was going to happen at some point. Would she be expecting it now? God, I almost wanted to turn around and leave, but I was too close to run away now.

I knocked on the door and heard Liz say, “Just a minute!” Her voice was muffled by more than the door, so I assumed she was getting dressed. After a few seconds, the door opened and I saw that face that I’d been seeing in the mirror yesterday. “Oh! Skye… What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

She stepped out of the way and let me into her room. Just like the rest of her, femininity was plastered all over this room, from the pink walls to the drape-covered bed to the oversized vanity filled to bursting with cosmetics. Her walls were covered in male models and pictures of her and her friends. I noticed that despite apparently being chummy enough that her mom knew my name, I wasn’t in any of the pictures.

Liz plopped down on her bed with an almost disgusted look on her face. I was definitely right about her not being dressed, as she was just in a crop top and panties. She asked me, “What do you want?”

I crossed my arms. “What the hell are you pulling with this?”

She looked confused. “What?”

“You turned me into this,” I motioned across my body, “and gave me a great boyfriend. What are you going to do to me after this?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Uh… Nothing. I just wanted you to stop wanting to take over my body for sex.”

I blinked. “What?”

She sighed. “You couldn’t be more obvious, you and Mark. And when my dad told me you were buying one of those stupid potions, I figured it out really quick. You wanted Mark to fuck you, Mark wanted to fuck me, you got one of those swap potions to make both of your wishes come true. I didn’t want you making it a regular occurrence, so I asked my friend to change you into a mix of your female self and me, since you were already getting experience as me, that way you’d never want to ‘borrow’ me again.”

I blinked. “You thought I was attracted to Mark?”

She nodded, but looked surprised I’d even asked the question. “Uh, duh. Everybody at school thought that.”

I pointed to myself. “I wasn’t gay.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

I sighed. “So… Lemme get this straight… You find out from your dad that I’m getting a body swap potion. You, assuming I’m gay, decide that I’m going to use it to swap with you just so I can have sex with Mark. You then concocted a plan to turn me into a girl because you were afraid I’d swap with you frequently just to have sex?”

She threw her arms up in confusion. “What’s not coming across to you?”

I counted, “One, I wasn’t gay, at all. Mark and I have just been friends for so long we’re practically inseparable. Two, I wasn’t swapping with you just for sex, though that ended up being something I wanted to try after you fucked with my head. Three, this entire thing was me giving Mark a birthday present. I figured the best thing I could give him for his last high school birthday was a date with the girl he crushed on.”

The look on her face was a mixture of shock, confusion and almost annoyance. I genuinely didn’t think she’d ever considered that this whole thing wasn’t what she thought it was. Her assumptions had been so far off the mark, it was legitimately impressive just how much.

She sat there and processed everything for what felt like hours but the Hello Kitty clock on the wall told me was just three minutes. My mind fluttered over to curiosity for a second because if Skye was pretty much a combination of Tyler and Liz in both the interests and personality department, how girly would my bedroom look? Was I basically looking at it right now, just with different posters? I almost wanted to run home after this to find out.

After another few minutes of sitting there contemplating her place in the universe or whatever it was she was doing, Liz reached for her phone on the nightstand and started flicking through her contacts.

“Jesus, I can’t believe…” she said, almost under her breath.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m calling Holly and telling her I want her to change you back. I didn’t know I wasn’t just giving you what you always wanted to keep you off my back.”

Despite hearing that the name of the witch that changed me was Holly and thus Mark’s co-worker at the steakhouse, I basically ignored that bit for the moment. It did explain how Liz knew the name ‘Skye’, though. I instead walked over to her and grabbed her phone before she could hit send on her text (did this girl think calls and texts were the same thing? Why did Mark have a crush on her again?) and deleted the whole thing.

“What are you doing?!” she nearly screamed loud enough that I was afraid her parents would hear.

“Oh, I’m not changing back.”

“What?”

“Liz… Just because you were wrong about why you were doing it doesn’t change the fact that I really am better off as Skye than I ever was as Tyler. Mark and I are still best friends, I highly doubt anybody else is gonna treat me any differently than any other girl in school, and I actually like being this way. You did do me a favor, just not the one you thought you were doing.”

She sat there and blinked for close to a minute, processing what I’d just said. Finally, she asked, “And you really weren’t gay before?”

“Technically I’m not gay now, either, since I’m a girl and my boyfriend isn’t. But, no, I wasn’t.”

“But you and Mark always seemed so close.”

“Yeah, we’ve been friends forever, that tends to happen. Don’t you have a best friend that you spend most of your time with?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but we’ve never been mistaken for lesbians. I know a lot of people who thought you were gay and crushing on Mark.”

Wow, I was the talk of the school apparently and didn’t know it in the slightest. God, had I just lost or gained a reputation that I didn’t know about? School was going to be interesting tomorrow.

I sighed. “Well, whatever. This is all set now, don’t change me back. Don’t change anything else about me, okay?”

She nodded again. “I won’t. Well… Do you want smaller boobs? That one was sort of a revenge thing for stealing my body for a day.”

I shook my head. “I’m getting used to them, honestly. It makes shopping for tops almost a pain, but hey, Mark could barely keep his eyes off them this morning, and that felt good.”

“So if you weren’t gay before, why are you so okay with being Mark’s girlfriend now?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it’s just that we’ve been friends our whole lives, so this doesn’t feel like as big a change as it really should. Mark could’ve just been my one, I suppose.”

“Your one?”

“Yeah, y’know, the idea that everybody has that one person they’d give it up for, regardless of gender?”

“I have never heard that.” She giggled. “I think you were just in the closet and didn’t know it.”

I shrugged again. “Whatever. Plus, there’s always the possibility that whatever you did to fuck with my head yesterday just had a lingering effect. Maybe having sex with Mark locked me into it, or something.” I tossed her back her phone. “Either way, I like being Mark’s girlfriend. I like the way he makes me feel. I’m kinda glad you were always such an alpha bitch around him and didn’t go out with him.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I’m so out of his league he’d be lucky to be in the same ballpark.” She jerked a finger at me. “You are, too. I know half of what you are now is modeled after me, but the other half is all you and you’re gorgeous. I honestly think you should’ve always been Skye, because as Tyler you were just a scraggly mess.”

I smirked. “I almost agree with you, but I don’t think I’d be as close to Mark right now if I hadn’t been Tyler.” I crossed my arms. “And I don’t think I’m out of his league at all.”

She sighed. “So you’re happy now, right? You get to go back to Mark and give it up to him whenever you want and he leaves me alone, right?”

I nodded. “He better leave you alone. I saw some other girls giving him looks today that made me want to claw their eyes out, so I think I’m turning into a jealous bitch.”

“I just really don’t see it.”

“And you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

---

“She thought you were gay?” Mark asked. He had one hand busy fondling my boob through my shirt while the other was giving me one of those wonderful neck massages I told him was gonna be his evening responsibility from now on. I didn’t care if we didn’t have sex, he was going to massage me.

I took the boob fondling hand and slid it under my shirt and under my bra. A very light moan escaped my lips before I could answer. “Yeah, and she was afraid I was gonna keep swapping with her just to have sex with you.”

“Not that that would be a bad thing,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey! I’m way hotter than she is.”

“Damn right you are.” He turned my head so that he could kiss me. God, I felt like I was in heaven. Kisses, massages, boob fondles. Liz was actively idiotic to pass up a guy like Mark who clearly had every bit of respect a woman’s body deserved.

After the kiss broke off, I said, “The way I see it, you got the best deal here. Your best friend with almost all the same interests as you wrapped up in a body that a porn star would be jealous of, and she’s all yours. Meanwhile, the girl you crushed on that hated you gets to just fade into the background, never to be cared about again.”

The hand that had been massaging me joined the other one and went to work on my other boob. He was just as skilled at breast massages as he was neck massages. His hands were just plain skilled in general. I really was happy that Liz had never been interested in him. What would I have done without his talented fingers giving me all the pleasures a girl could ask for?

That was something I almost wanted to know the answer to but was too afraid of actually finding out. If I wasn’t Skye right now, what would our lives be? We’d still be friends, we’d still be hanging out together on our birthdays, we’d still be exactly who we were the other day, but I wouldn’t know his intimate side, his gentle side, his sensual side. He and I would go on as two guys who never considered one another as a potential partner in any other way. Hell, maybe Liz was right, maybe I was in the closet before yesterday, because just being friends with Mark felt like such a waste now. I loved him in a way that transcended mere friendship, and hopefully he felt the same way. No, not hopefully, he did feel the same way, I could just sense it. Must’ve been women’s intuition, I guess.

Mark stopped playing with my tits a second or so later, basically stopping me from reaching climax, though I was almost obnoxiously wet at the moment. “What’s up?” I asked, through breathy sighs.

He wormed out from under me on the couch and got down on his knees on the floor. “Well, babe, last night you gave me the best birthday present I could ask for.” He unzipped my shorts and wiggled them off of me. “Tonight, for your birthday…” He practically ripped my panties off. “...I’m gonna do the same for you.”

“Baby, being with you is–WHOA!” I was going to tell him that I was just happy that he was there with me, but at about the moment I had the words ready to come out, his tongue was suddenly somewhere I hadn’t expected it to be, and it felt mesmerizing! His mouth gently sucked at my pussy while his tongue flicked and teased my clit. I was sopping wet down there, so I knew he was tasting all kinds of juice. Just when I thought I couldn’t love him more, I got this for a birthday present.

He kept it up for a good few minutes, somehow, managing to give me at least three orgasms just from being eaten out. I had already fallen in love with having a vagina last night when his dick was splitting me in two, now I felt the pleasures of being licked and I was in love all over again.

“Ooooh, right there, baby!” I whimpered out, almost incapable of sounding anything but out of breath. He had found the exact spot he needed to drive me crazy. God, his tongue was so inventive when it came to making me cum. I wasn’t sure I could make it to the main event at this point.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to wait too long to find out about that, as Mark removed his tongue and replaced it with his cock, which I hadn’t even realized was out of his pants. Luckily for him, I was so lubed from him eating me out that he was inside in an instant, but damn if he didn’t feel wonderful.

This was only my second time having sex with Mark and already it felt like he knew every way to pleasure me. That was actually pretty impressive considering last night I’d been in Liz’s body and not mine. I assumed g-spots were like fingerprints and unique to everybody, but apparently I still had the same one as yesterday. At the very least, it was close enough.

He kept one hand on the couch to keep himself steady as he thrusted into me, but the other one went right back to massaging my obscenely sensitive breasts. It was tough to tell, but if I was right, my boobs were a lot more sensitive than Liz’s were. I didn’t know if that was a side effect of being a bigger cup size than Liz or just my own biology, but either way, I was happy about it. Mark’s hands could play with me whenever he wanted. I also didn’t know when my shirt and my bra had come off, but I didn’t really care, either.

I nearly screamed out a moan, but was stopped by Mark’s lips being pressed tightly to mine, and his tongue worming its way into my mouth to wrap itself around mine. God, he was frenching me, fondling me, and fucking me, and I wasn’t entirely certain those were the only three things he could do at that moment, but if they were, I was more than satisfied. Hell, everything he did more than satisfied me.

By the time I felt him tense up, I was already several orgasms in and apparently in no hurry to stop. Mark’s thrusts accelerated, as did my own reciprocation. I wasn’t letting him have all the fun, after all, I had to do some bucking and thrusting of my own to enhance the pleasure the both of us were feeling. I could tell by the way his mouth was assaulting mine and his hand was gripping my boob that it was working.

The exact second that Mark came in me, my phone started ringing.

I broke off the kiss and tried my damnedest to let my moans die down before I pulled my phone out of my purse and saw that it was my mom calling me. Probably wondering where I’d been since yesterday morning. I had to catch my breath, had to slow it down. I didn’t want her thinking… Okay, knowing that Mark and I had just had sex before I answered the phone.

Just before the call went to voicemail, I answered, “Hi, Mom!” in my most cheery voice possible.

”Skye, sweetie, where have you been? Your dad’s just about ready to cut the cake without you.”

Holy shit, I’d almost forgotten it was my birthday. “Oh, I’m… Just with Mark, that’s all.”

”Well, the two of you need to get here soon, or else you’re probably not getting any.”

A part of me wanted to make a joke about how I’d just spent the last two days ‘getting some’, but I avoided that. I was barely ready to face my mom as the daughter she’d technically never had (even though she thought otherwise), letting her know I’d spent our shared birthday having sex with my boyfriend was probably a step too far. “We’ll be there soon, Mom,” I told her.

After I hung up, Mark asked, “Was she asking about us?”

I nodded. “My dad’s trying to eat all the cake.”

He gave me a puzzled look. “Cake?”

“Yeah. Our birthday cake, remember? The one my mom has baked us every year since we were kids?”

The realization hit him just a second before he smacked himself in the face. “Oh, duh. Man, how did I forget that?”

I kissed him. “You were too busy pleasuring your lovely girlfriend.”

He laughed. “That’s it, obviously.”

I slid out from under him and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go get a shower before they ask why we smell like sex.”

He pulled me up to him and kissed me again. “So long as we don’t have sex in the shower.”

I purred. “Oooh, shower sex. That sounds fun.”

“Maybe tomorrow, babe.”

---

I felt like a stranger in my own home. Pictures of me as Skye had replaced all the pictures of Tyler, and if these were anything to go on, I was the girliest tomboy you could imagine. All the pictures showed me doing the exact same things I’d done as a boy, but instead of Tyler, Skye was there, usually in something bright pink, often a dress or skirt, often with my hair in waves or curls that went down to my waist, like it was now. Half of them had Mark in them, just as before, but if I was seeing things correctly, Skye had a crush on Mark way before we started dating.

Mark pointed to a picture of the two of us fishing at my grandpa’s house in Maine. “Are you grabbing my ass here?”

I nodded. “Yes, I believe I am.”

“And why do I look like I don’t even notice?”

I shrugged. “I’m gonna guess you don’t.”

“We were nine.”

“Apparently I had my feelings for you sorted out before you figured out yours.”

He pointed at the trout I was holding in the picture. “You being so much smaller makes that fish look way bigger.”

I put my hand on the picture, just above our heads. “I’m taller than you in this picture!”

He nodded. “Yeah, but you were as Tyler, too, and you were still taller than you were as Skye.”

I moved over to a picture of the two of us in a bounce house for our eleventh birthdays, where Mark had lost a tooth because he landed outside the bounce house and practically landed on his face. Once again, I was clearly showing my attraction to him while he seemed oblivious to it, as I was clinging to his arm. He’d just started to get taller than me at that point, but apparently I had already outgrown a training bra.

“Aw, you looked so cute back then,” I said, with as much gush as possible.

He rolled his eyes. “Glad to see I was still an idiot in this reality, too. A really stupid one, too. This would’ve just been around the time we each started showing interest in the opposite sex and you’re clinging to me for dear life. I should’ve known.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, just as I was in the picture. A very comfortable position. “I’ll cut you a little slack. Looks like I was a little smaller up top back then.”

He gave me a funny look. “Like your boobs are the only thing I like about you.” He pointed to another picture, this one on our fourteenth birthdays when we went go-karting at the state fair. “I bet you still lost that race.”

I laughed. “Probably. From the looks of things, in this reality, my hair was blocking my view.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you blame your hair. You were karting in a dress, too.”

“A very pretty dress.”

“Any dress on you is pretty.”

I smiled. “Thank you, babe.”

Mom walked in from the kitchen and asked, “What are you two doing?”

Mark answered, “Just feeling a little nostalgic, Mrs. Harper.”

She smiled warmly at us. I could see the resemblance in the girl I’d been changed into and my mom. If I was honest, the more I really paid attention to my mom, the less I felt any of Liz other than maybe my ass.

“You two have been inseparable for so long, I knew you’d be dating sooner or later.” She poked Mark in the chest. “You just need to stay good to her, you hear me?”

He pretended to be hurt. “You wound me, Mrs. Harper. Skye’s the best thing in my life, you know that.”

I nodded. “And you’re the best thing in mine, babe.”

Mom looked so giddy. “Oooh! Your first birthday as boyfriend and girlfriend! It’s so exciting!” After that, she walked back into the kitchen and left us alone.

I sighed. “She’s so happy for us.”

Mark nodded. “Yep.”

“When are we gonna tell her we’ve already had sex?”

“Maybe next year.”

I looked up at him. “You still haven’t given me that gag gift yet.”

He nodded again. “Maybe next year for that, too.”

I giggled. “Well, let’s go get cake before Dad eats it all.”

“Yeah, and my parents should probably be here in a few minutes anyway.”

I clung to his arm a little tighter. “I think this was our best birthday yet, don’t you?”

“I got the girl of my dreams. Of course it is.”

Hearing those words, I’d never felt better about anything else. Last year–hell, last week–we were just best friends, and now I was the girl of his dreams, and he was the boy of mine. I didn’t think things could work out any better.