*Sigh*...Reluctantly

You sat on the passenger side of your little black convertible as you sped down the highway with your arms crossed and a pout on your pretty little lips. Mellie had applied a small amount of eye shadow, just enough to pick out the sparkling green of your eyes, and a modest amount of base makeup, just enough to accentuate your cheekbones. For the final touch, he had had you apply a coat of darker colored lip gloss. It was a shade that you had always liked for her to wear. You had always said that it made her lips look more…”kissable”.

“I don’t see why you’re making me wear all this clown makeup.” You said, wrinkling your nose as you looked out the windshield, watching the bright reds and oranges of the New England autumn landscape flash by.

“Because when we get there and she changes us back… I’m not going to look like some homeless person.” Mellie replied as he drove on.

This only deepened the scowl on your face as you shifted in your seat. You had to admit, the blue silk boy-shorts had felt good against your skin, once Mellie had finally talked you into putting them on. They were cool and soft as they nestled against your new body's soft flesh. You were still having problems with the matching bra though. It was the kind that hooked in the front, pushing your new chest up and out, accentuating your new cleavage to full effect beneath the low-cut, green, long-sleeve top that barely covered your flat stomach. It was a weird feeling for you to feel both supported, yet confined at the same time.

You had originally wanted to just wear a baseball cap and your normal, boy clothes, but Mellie had nixed that idea, reminding you that once the witch turned you back, it would be her wearing the clothes. Eventually, you had acquiesced, after a short argument, and the two of you had picked out some clothes from the assortment Mellie had left there on her previous overnight visits. Fortunately, there had been a pair of jean shorts…that hugged your butt a little too closely for your liking, and a little pair of black canvas flats. You at least felt that was a win, since you thought you might break your neck if you had to wear the heels Mellie had worn the night before. To keep your hair back, Mellie had offered you a barrette with a green bow attached. You had looked at it for a while…before ripping the bow off and using it to tie back your long, wavy black hair. You had always thought long hair looked amazing on a woman, but you had never realized just how much of a pain in the ass it was.

Your chest heaved slowly as you sighed. You were now speeding down I-95 in your car, heading back to Salem to throw yourselves on the mercy of some witch. You looked over at Mellie in the driver’s seat. You had to admit he looked good in your jeans, which clung in all the right places, and the burgundy top that barely concealed his wiry frame beneath. Unconsciously you felt yourself smile…

What the hell were you doing?! Were you checking himself out? Again? You shook your head in an attempt to clear the thoughts from it. Was it this new body, or were you just a vain asshole? That was when your cell rang. Without thinking, you picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Uh…hello?”

“Keith, yeah man what’s up?”

“Melanie? Is that you? Can I speak to your boyfriend?”

You froze. You hadn’t been thinking about it…of course you sounded like Melanie.

“Sure thing...uh…sweetie…” You said, almost gagging on the word. You put your hand over the receiver. “It’s Keith… he wants to talk to you…uh…me.”

“Well hand it over.” Mellie said, holding out his hand without taking his eyes off the road.

“Are you sure you can pull this off?” You asked, frowning.

“Sure, Keith is your best friend and I’ve seen the way you guys talk to each other. Just give me the phone.”

Reluctantly, You handed it to him. He immediately tucked it between his neck and ear.

“Hey Keith…what’s up man?” He said, pausing to wink at you. You shook your head.

After a short conversation with a few “uh huh”s and “mmmhmmm”s he handed the phone back to you.

“So what did he want?” You asked, tucking the phone into the center console.

“Eh…he and Beth had a fight after they dropped us off last night. Pretty bad one. They broke up.” He said, his voice matter of fact.

“Oh no!” You said, covering your mouth with your dainty hand in very female fashion. He really liked her too! I’ll have to call him later.”

“After we switch back you mean.” He added, looking over at you.

“Yeah…I’ll take him out for some drinks.” Keith had been your best friend since grade school. The two of you had grown up on the same street and over the years, had become almost inseparable, even though Keith had gone on to college and become a computer programmer while you stayed behind. The two of you had never lost touch, and once Keith had graduated, you were as close as ever. He was a little shorter than you, but a bit more muscular. He had always been better about going to the gym, but you had always been able to rely on your crazy metabolism to get by. Keith always asked you how you could eat all the crap you did without blowing up like a balloon.

Keith had been with a few girls off and on, but Beth had been his first serious girlfriend since before he went to college. He had even asked her to marry him at one point…but she had politely refused. “Too soon.” She had told him. “He must be devastated,” You said, looking back out the window. “He told me he was in love with her…poor guy.”

Mellie shrugged. “These things happen. Let’s just focus on getting ourselves back in order first.”

You could hardly argue with that. They drove the rest of the way in silence.