"Look," Tiffany said, "whatever you did, you'd better fix it. I don't want to walk around all day as you."
"What do you mean, what I did?" Kyle said. "I didn't do anything. I don't know any more about how this happened than you do."
"Oh yeah?" Tiffany said, waving the stone, which was in her hand now. "You were holding this thing when we switched. You must have done something to activate it."
"I swear, I don't know how it happened," Kyle said. "I just picked it up, and there was that flash, and then we were like this."
Tiffany scowled at Kyle, then at the stone. She turned it over in her hand for a minute, looking at it from every angle. Then she walked over to Kyle's sister's car, which was parked in the driveway. Leaning down, she looked at her reflection in the side mirror. "Ugh, this is so gross," she said, running a hand through her very short, very boyish hair and looking down at her--or, rather, Kyle's--t-shirt and shorts, which were damp and a little smelly from his sweat. "I look so butch," she said. And then she turned too Kyle and looked him up and down, a grin crossing her face. "And you look absolutely ridiculous," she said, snickering. "Oh man, at least something good is going to come at this. I'm going to cherish this image of you forever."
Kyle simmered. He looked down at his body, which was dressed in Tiffany's purple sports bra and tiny black running shorts, both of which were form-fitting and uncomfortably tight. His shorts in particular left very litle to the imagination. They were stretched taut across his hips, and there was a very noticeable bulge in front. His dark hair, now long, was tied into a ponytail, and he wore white sneakers on his feet. The skimpy outfit revealed a very large swath of skin, showing off his belly and his legs in all their lanky, hairy, adolescent glory.
Tiffany continued to laugh breathlessly, until, abruptly, her laughter died off and her eyes narrowed. "Waaaaiiiiit a minute," she said. "You didn't do this on purpose, did you?"
"What are you talking about?" Kyle said, crossing his arms over his spandex-clad chest. "Why on earth would I do this on purpose?"
"I think maybe you wanted to be a girl," Tiffany said. She began counting on her fingers. "You've never been good at sports, you've never had a serious girlfriend, you watch all that freaky anime, you spend hours locked up in your room... when we were kids, you always wanted to play house... you're some kind of tranny crossdresser, aren't you?"
"That's ridiculous!" Kyle snapped.
"Oh yeah?" Tiffany poked him in the ribs. "Then why did you let your sister dress you up as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz that one time?"
"I was five!"
"Likely excuse."
Kyle was fuming now. "Shut up, you spoiled, shallow bitch."
Tiffany's eyes flew wide open. "What did you call me?"
"A bitch. B-I-T-C-H."
Tiffany's mouth hung open, as though she were searching for words. At last closed her eyes and shook her head. "Forget it. I can't deal with this right now. I just can't." She turned on her heel and began walking down the driveway.
"Tiffany," Kyle said.
"What?" she snapped, turning back.
"You're supposed to be me," Kyle said. "My house is that way." He poined back over his shoulder."
Tiffany glared at him, then began walking back up the driveway. He stood stiffly as she passed him, and a moment later he heard the door open and slam shut.
Kyle stood still for a moment, then he looked down at his clothes again. He felt practically naked in these clothes, and absolutely humiliated. And when he looked up and saw Mr. Reynolds, the creepy single guy across the street, leering through the window at him, he felt even more uncomfortable.
That was it... he had to in and talk to Tiffany. They had to put aside their differences and work together to figure out how the stone worked so they could return to their own lives. He didn't want to spend any more time as Tiffany than he had to. He'd been a girl for five minutes and he already knew he wanted no part of it.
On the other hand, he knew better than to talk to Tiffany when she was mad. Maybe it was better to give her some distance for now. Maybe he should go to Tiffany's house, get ready for school, and spend the rest of the day as her. They could talk tomorrow, when they'd both had some time to cool off. One day as a girl wouldn't be so bad, would it?
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