Can I Make Her a Lesbian? Part 1

How can I win the heart of a girl I’ve never talked to. The thoughts raced through my head every single day of my freshman year in high school. For the class president, Allison – commonly called Alli, was the girl of my dreams. Her perfect blonde hair, her passion for archery, her gentle yet firm aura, I just loved everything about her.
I passed through the cafeteria towards the table with my friends. Yet a girl sprung in front on me with her arms spread out. “Stop!” she said. “Don’t infect us with your germs! Don’t come near Alli’s table!” Yes, indeed, this repeated every day. I was considered a band kid. Band kids were a type of nerd, and were not allowed near the jocks. Though isn’t a jock only meant for a guy? Let’s say, the athletic girls. Alli was one of them.
We sat down at our usual table and had our usual jokes about the trumpeters of the band while eating our usual meal. Then we went to the lockers to get our typical books for our typical afternoon classes. Everything was perfectly normal. That is, until I opened my locker and saw an envelope.
I checked my watch. Still five minutes until class, I guess I can read it. I opened the envelope, and saw a completely unfamiliar handwriting.
“If you wish to get closer to Alli, meet me at room 203 after school, and I’ll arrange something.” The letter was unsigned. While it was no surprise to be called out like this, it usually was just some jock looking for a fight. At least, that’s what it used to be until they learned that I actually am stronger than I look. But this one seemed different. Namely, how the hell did the writer know I like Alli? I’ve never told anyone!
The afternoon classes passed, and the sun sank beyond the horizon. Once everyone had left to their busses, I moved to room 203. I left my backpack in my locker – it’d only hinder me in a fight. Who would it be this time? I don’t think Alli had a boyfriend, but I know she is pretty close to the captain of the soccer team.
I opened the door prepared for anything. Yet, I guess I didn’t prepare enough. For sitting there on a desk was no buff guy. No, there was May, the captain of the swim team. Her red hair was striking as usual, but I couldn’t waste time being mesmerized. I never had expected a girl.
“Hello James,” she said, getting off her desk. “Close the door please.” I complied.
“First thing’s first,” I said, “how did you know that I like Alli?”
She smiled. “Girls have a way of knowing things, even if you don’t say anything.” Creepy!
I backed up closer to the door as she moved closer. “So, you wanted to fight or something? I won’t hold back just because you’re a girl you know!”
May laughed. “Fight? Alli wouldn’t like that, you know. She’s quite the butterfly in terms of aggression. Why would I fight you anyways? You’re bigger and stronger than me.”
I pushed myself against the door ready to run if things got too bad. “Then what the hell do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my composure.
May approached me and poked me on the cheek. “Nothing much,” she said. “I just wanted to see how much you liked Alli.”
I blinked. “How much?” I asked. “Well, I mean, I’d do anything for her! Doesn’t matter if it’s possible or not, I’m willing to climb over any wall if it means making her happy.”
“Oh?” asked May inquisitively. “Then why haven’t you?”
I sighed. “I actually have,” I said. “Who do you think it is that comes to school two hours early to lay out the archery equipment for the club? Who do you think it is that repaired the window they broke? Or who has called out numerous troublemakers to stop them from distressing her?”
May looked disgusted. “That’s a bit creepy,” she frowned.
“I’m sorry!” I said. “I want to do anything I can to help Alli, but if I try to do so publicly, I’m pushed aside and harassed.”
May sat back down on her desk. “Can you do the impossible for Alli?” she asked. “Can you really do anything for her?”
I nodded.
May smiled. “Then how about a little challenge,” she said. “I’ll give you one week. If you can get Alli to give you a kiss within that week, then I will guarantee you her unwavering devotion as long as she lives.”
That sounded really tempting. “And if I lose?” I asked.
“Then you will become my boyfriend,” she replied. “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly happy with me, and completely forget Alli. I can guarantee it.”
Well, I guess I could always break up with her quickly after and keep going for Alli if I fail. The offer sounded tempting. “OK,” I said, “but that’s not exactly hard.”
May nodded. “Yes, a guy getting a kiss from Alli isn’t hard if you’re able to talk to her. She is known as being a little ‘easy’ in our circles. But, maybe you won’t have such an easy time.”
May pulled out a letter and gave it to me. “This envelope is sealed. If you open it before you wake up tomorrow, you automatically lose. Trust me, I’ll know if you did. So for your sakes, keep it on your nightstand tonight.”
The hours passed. And while the envelope was tempting, I knew that Alli’s heart was more important. So I just let myself drift off into a deep sleep.
I awoke to a sour taste in my mouth. I spit it out, feeling the grainy texture. Hair? Why was there hair in my mouth?
I opened my eyes and turned on the lights. Indeed, long black hair was obscuring my vision. I pulled it back behind my ears. That’s when I noticed. Breasts? Oh my god, I have breasts! I reached into my pajama bottoms to check. Oh god, I am a girl! Actually, pajama bottoms? I went to sleep in my boxers!
I ran to the bathroom to look at myself. And there I gave out a short scream. My face was rounder and my eyes were larger. My hair, which was more of a dark purple that a black now that I look at it, stretched down almost to my rear. Speaking of my rear, I now had a little bit of a cushion there. My arms and legs were slender, and my body had become a nice hourglass. And I did have quite a large pair of breasts.
“Hun?” asked my mom knocking on the door, “is everything all right? I heard you scream.”
“Nothing mom,” I said, trying to keep my voice low.
“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low.”
I see. Reality shifted. No sense in hiding it. I pulled open the bathroom door and smiled.
“Not at all mom. Tee hee.” And then I went into my room and started to get dressed.
My closet had changed. Instead of men’s uniforms, the girl’s uniform of skirts and a blouse lined part of the closet. I grabbed the clothes and started to fasten my bra without realizing how natural it seemed. My mind was more focused on what the hell happened last night to leave me like this.
My hand brushed by my nightstand, knocking something over. Oh yeah, the letter! I pulled the letter up and opened it up.
“Hello James,” started the letter. “By the time you read this, nobody will remember you as James. Not even me, the caster of the spell. So, I thought I’d give you a few tips.”
May was a witch! What the hell!
“Tip number one,” it read, “you currently have no name. Choose one for yourself.” Well, that would be inconvenient. Hm, I always like the name Elizabeth, maybe Liz for short. Let’s go with that.
“Tip number two,” it read, “nobody currently remembers you as a guy. But, you are not alone in this. You may choose any three people to remember who you really are. Since I already chose you as the first person to keep your memories, that means you can only choose two more. Simply tell them ‘I am James’ and they will remember you.” In other words, she gave me allies.  
“Tip number three,” it read, “I am the only one who can change you back, and I can’t change you back if I believe you are a girl, so you probably want to use one of your two memories on me.” Sigh. So in other words, I had only one person I could tell…
“Tip number four,” it read, “I do not approve of lewd behaviors. If you lose your virginity this week I will turn you into a toad!” Like I would think of doing anything like that!
“Final tip,” it read, “Alli is straight. She only likes men. But you said you’d do the impossible for her, so this shouldn’t be a problem.”
Oh boy this was going to be a fun week.