That would certainly be cliché enough, and it was my plan as I got out of bed and turned on the light. But as I flicked on my light and reached for a...shirt to fend off the night's cold, a photo caught my eye. It was of me and my friend Carrie, arms around each other, smiling with surprising sincerity. Her girlfriend that week (I'm barely exaggerating when I'm saying that she had a different girlfriend every week, proving that lesbians can be just as sluttish as any straight girl — not that. Not that he noticed, because he cringed. The pain was terrible. Hefelt being twisted and squeezed. He untied the knot of the hood andpulled it off. He welcomed back the light. The pain was also easing. Helooked at himself in the mirror. What was that? He seemed shorter. Hishair was longer, His lips were fuller. Whatever stubble that he had onhis chin was gone - completely. He seemed to fill his dress in a perfectway. Cautiously he felt himself. He had breasts! Down. His dick was gone.Time to. Wills walked up to the administrative assistant."I'm Dr. Wills, Deputy Director of Internal Security. I'd like to speak with either the DCI or the Deputy Director. Now!" he said forcefully.The young man looked up at the tall older man then glanced around him to me and Anya, who was sweeping the room behind us with the M-16 she'd acquired."Uhmm... the DCI isn't here right now sir, but the Deputy's in his office. One moment please?" he stammered slightly and reached for the phone on his desk. "I'm sure Dad and Carrie would enjoy the privacy. Okay. I guess it is pretty late. Give Mark a kiss for me and tell him Sissy misses him. I'm glad. Are Grandpa and Grandma going to be able to come up for Christmas?"The conversation disintegrated from there."I'll see you in the morning, then," Kasey concluded as she hung up. "I'm supposed to ask if it is OK for me to say here."Kasey wandered back to her room and Carrie lowered her head."I was so embarrassed," she said. "But I didn't want her to.