Just for a Week

I couldn't believe that just a second ago, I was a guy, and now I was staring at my new, obviously female hands with slender fingers and nails that were way too long. My breasts felt like two foreign, heavy water bags had been strapped to me, bouncing ridiculously with every little movement. I blinked, unable to believe my eyes, immediately noticing that even my eyelashes seemed too long.

— What the fuck, dude?! — I blurted out, realizing just how much my voice had changed. I sounded like some pissed-off high school girl from a cheap sitcom. My voice was high-pitched, breaking awkwardly on the sharper notes. My breasts jiggled when I jerked forward, and I caught myself instinctively pressing them against my chest.

I snapped my head up and locked eyes with the bastard responsible for all of this. My best friend Josh stood in front of me, looking like he had just launched a nuclear missile but wasn’t entirely sure whether it would explode. His expression wavered between guilt and anticipation—like he was hoping I’d suddenly go, “Oh, cool, I’ve always wanted to be a girl!”

— What… what the fuck is this trick?! — I exhaled, clenching my teeth in rage. — What the hell did you do?!

— Uh… magic? — Josh tried to pull off an innocent smile, but the way he was slowly backing away made it obvious that he was scared himself.

— Magic?! Do you even hear yourself?! — I clenched my fists, only to immediately feel my long nails digging into my palms. Oh, fuck. — Turn me the fuck back, right now!

— I can’t. — He shrugged guiltily. — It’s a one-week spell.

I froze, staring at myself in horror. A spell. For a week. A whole week in this body? In these tights? With these… breasts?!

— Are you fucking insane?! What do you mean, a week?! — My voice shot up to an embarrassingly high pitch. Shit, I really did sound like some hysterical girl. That pissed me off even more.

— It’s just a week, it’s not that long. — Josh tilted his head slightly, as if trying to justify himself, looking guilty for a moment before glancing up at me with a tiny smirk. — Besides, you always wanted to know what it’s like to be a girl.

— In a fucking role-playing game, you moron! Not in real life! — I jerked back, feeling the weird sensation of air moving through the fabric of the tights I was now wearing—along with a strappy sundress that dipped low enough in the front to clearly show the cleavage of my, apparently, C-cup breasts. Uh… what? How the hell do I even know my cup size?!

I blinked, trying to force my brain to not fixate on that ridiculous fact, shaking my head from side to side—only to immediately feel my long hair, neatly braided into two pigtails, slap against my bare shoulders.

— Josh, you have three seconds to explain yourself before I start beating the shit out of you. — I exhaled, struggling to keep my panic under control. — And I don’t give a fuck that I have weak little girl arms now. I’ll still kick your ass.

He raised his hands in surrender.

— Alright, alright! So… I need your help. — He swallowed, clearly aware of how fucking stupid he sounded. — I told my family I have a girlfriend, and, well… they want to meet her.

I blinked.

— And what the hell does that have to do with me?!

— Well… I told them you were her. — He shrugged, as if this wasn’t a fucking catastrophe.

Pause. A very, very ominous pause.

— You. FUCKING. WHAT?! — A cold sweat ran down my spine. — You’re telling me that you turned me into a girl over some dumbass excuse?!

— It’s temporary! — he quickly added.

— I don’t give a fuck! — I practically screamed, grabbing my new breasts in frustration, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that they were there, weighing on my chest. — Do you even realize that I can fucking feel this?! Do you have any idea how this feels?!

Josh hesitated.

— Uh… no?

— Of course you fucking don’t! — I threw my arms up, only to feel the thin straps of my sundress slipping off my shoulders. Oh, fuck, now even my clothes fit differently! I quickly pulled them back up before things got really embarrassing, but even that tiny motion gave me way too much new sensory input. My skin felt the fabric differently. The dress was light, almost weightless, but way too revealing. The tights were too thin. Everything was too bright, too overwhelming.

— No way. I’m not doing this shit. — I said, frantically scanning the room for my phone. Fuck, where was it?! I turned sharply, but the movement was too sharp—my breasts bounced, like two firm but heavy water balloons, and I flinched.

This was… fucking weird.

And Then the Music Started. Or rather, my phone screamed—and it wasn’t just a ringtone. It was an ear-piercing, girly pop song that made my blood curdle into pink jelly:

"I’m so fancy, you already know…"

— Fuck! — I jolted and immediately started scrambling for the source of this acoustic humiliation. My phone! Shit, where was it?!

I grabbed it with my thin fingers (fucking nails!), and my eyes instantly locked onto the screen.

And I froze.

The caller ID read: "Kitty 💕".

I blinked.

Then I hit "answer" and pressed the phone to my ear, still struggling to process this absolute fucking mess.

— Hello? — My new voice slashed through my ears again—high-pitched, sharp, almost a falsetto. I flinched, simultaneously trying to ignore the bizarre feeling of my breasts subtly rising and falling with every movement. Fuck, this is just wrong.

— Oh, cool, you found it, — Josh’s voice came through the speaker, sounding way too pleased with himself.

I blinked. Then again. Slowly turned my head in his direction.

That idiot was standing right there, holding his own phone to his ear, looking at me with a crooked smirk—like this was some dumb joke instead of the complete destruction of my fucking existence.

— Are you fucking serious?! — I yanked the phone away from my ear and waved it at him like it was a smoking gun. — Why the fuck are you saved like this in my phone?! And what the hell is that shitty ringtone?!

Josh shrugged, as if this wasn’t the most pressing issue in the universe right now.

— Well, you’re my girlfriend now, so obviously I’m "Kitty" in your contacts. And don’t look at me, that wasn’t my doing. It was your version of you—the one I’m supposedly dating.

I stared at him, trying to figure out what part of his brain had decided that any of this was a remotely acceptable idea.

— You know what, Josh? Go fuck yourself. I’m not playing along with this bullshit. I’ll just tell them that I’m Ashl—

I stopped. What?

I meant to say my name. My real, normal, actual name. But it just… didn’t come out. Like my tongue had tied itself into a knot the moment I tried to say it. I tried again.

— I’m Ashl… Ash… Ashly! — My voice cracked at the end, and I grabbed my throat, hoping this was just some freak accident.

But no.

Fuck. Fuck!

I snapped my head up, and the look in my eyes must have been pure murder, because Josh took a cautious step back.

— You fucking did something else, didn’t you?!

— Well… — He gave a nervous little smile. — I figured you might freak out and spill everything, so… consider this a precaution. Also, I’m guessing your phone contacts are part of the… effects.

— Effects of what, you asshole?! — My voice nearly turned into a full-on shriek, but I managed to choke it down.

Josh tried to step back again, but he was already backed up against the wall. He let out a sigh, like he actually felt bad about this.

— Just some safety measures…

I narrowed my eyes.

— Safety measures?

— Yeah. — He waved a hand dismissively, like this was no big deal. — Just, you know, to make sure you don’t sabotage my plan.

— Sabotage?! — I nearly choked on my own rage. — Are you even fucking listening to yourself?! You turned me into a girl and literally erased my identity! I can’t even say my own fucking name!

— Exactly, — he said, nodding like that was a perfectly reasonable response. Then he hesitated. — I mean… not erased, exactly. You just… can’t talk about yourself as a guy. Or say your real name. Or claim you’re not my girlfriend. And, well… some other minor stuff.

— Minor stuff?! — A wave of heat rushed through me—not from embarrassment, but from sheer fury. — Josh, for fuck’s sake, I’m Ashley and I’m your girlfriend!

I slammed my mouth shut, realizing what I had just said, and went completely still—like I’d just been electrocuted.

Josh gave me a guilty little smile, but there was something else in his eyes. Something suspicious. That smug glint he always got when he thought he’d just pulled off some genius scam.

— Yep, exactly, — he said, as if we were discussing which movie to watch. — You’re my girlfriend.

— You… you’re actually fucking insane, — I hissed, trying to steady my breathing.

— Look, Ashley, — he said, deliberately emphasizing my “new” name. — It’s not that bad. You just have to come home with me, meet my family, pretend we’re dating, and that’s it! They’ll love you. You’re adorable—

— Stop calling me fucking adorable! — I snapped, only to immediately feel my tits bounce from the movement.

No, seriously, this is a fucking nightmare.

— Well, you kind of—never mind, — he raised his hands, barely holding back a grin. — The point is, it’s just for a week. All you have to do is be a sweet, normal girl. Just, you know… act natural.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose.

This was going to be a long fucking week.