Andrew didn't like girls. Well, no, that's too blunt. He liked them, but he could hardly withstand them, sometimes. To him, they're to complex a creature to understand; always asking for wants and needs. And when he tries to fulfill them, they decline it and turn away, running back to their ex's or even boys that are complete jerks. So, he gave up on relationships in all.
But that didn't mean he had girl friends. He usually complained about the problem with women to them. There was an equal balance between comprehensible and explanatory sides as to what Andrew's points were.
One day, while he was busily ranting on more about the problem with women, a girl walked up to him, with an expression of anger and annoyance, "I've heard your little rants about us," She began. "Not all women are like that, you know."
He turned to her, "Really? Is that why you're constantly running back to your ex-boyfriends that treat you like total crap? Is that the kind of respect you girls crave?"
"You know what? Maybe you need to learn to understand how it's like to be a girl. Maybe you need to date somebody as a girl and you'll understand everything."
"Oh, right, because I can totally be a girl... What can you do? Cast a hex on me, Hm? A spell? Are you a witch?"
Andrew was mocking the girl when the girl had recited some phrase in a different language. He didn't understand, but it was quite eerie how she stared into his eyes while she recited it with such perfection and focus. After she finished, she whipped her hair back and walked away.
"What was that about?" He pointed a thumb behind his back.
"I don't know... But, I hear she's kind of loopy anyways." One of Andrew's friends told him. "Don't worry about it... I guess..."
Andrew came home and had a pretty normal afternoon: a couple of hours on his computer, some time watching TV and eventually leading on to bed. As normal, he climbed into bed and went to sleep. Within minutes, he started to throw 'Z's throughout the room and began to dream.
The dream started off with him in school like any other day. He walked the halls as passing period sounded off. He was passing through the cafeteria, when something started to happen. There was a breeze that passed through his legs. He looked down only to find himself in a skirt. The entire cafeteria looked at him, laughing at his humiliation. He ran through the hallways, his clothes changing along the way. He eventually reached the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror; he had completely transformed into a girl.
He flinched, waking himself up as if he had fallen. Surprisingly enough, it was morning, an hour before his normal time of waking up.
"Man..." He rubbed his eyes, reminiscing about his dream he just had. He wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or just something weird that he dreamed about. He forgot about it and just went back to sleep, enjoying a last hour of sleep before he had to get ready to go to school.
It was odd, dressing himself this morning. He didn't know why, but he felt a sense that what he was doing was wrong, almost invasive of his own self. To add to that, his clothes didn't even fit him at all. He shook it off and headed for school.
When he arrived at school, he was greeted by one of his friends, Amy, who seemed to notice his unusually small stature, "Hey Andrew, you look a little... different... Did you do anything to yourself?"
He looked down at himself, shaking his head slowly, "Nope, I don't see anything different."
"Hmph. Well, you look smaller, in all honesty."
"Oh well, at least I'm healthy." He shrugged and headed off for class. The day went on and most of his friends had also noticed the 'change' in Andrew, but he ignored it as a practical joke and went home, repeating his routine from yesterday.
When he went to sleep, he had, yet, another dream. This time, he had just woken up from his sleep and was in his bathroom, brushing his teeth. While he was brushing, he noticed that his hair was growing quite long, and fast, to add. He saw this, but he had no reaction. With his hair growing, his face was changing as well. His entire body was adjusting to the same girl he'd seen last night in his dream when he changed.
And again, he woke up with the same thud against his bead as if he'd fallen from some height.
There had to be some sort of meaning behind these dreams. After all, you can't just have these reoccurring dreams and not have meaning to it. He was thinking quite hard while he was on his walk to school. What put him aside was how soft and smooth his skin felt; it was a good 10 minutes after his shower and he still felt so soft, like he'd just come out of the shower. Another normal day had gone by and his usual routine didn't change.
Came bed time, he was a little scared to go to sleep because of the next dream that awaited him. The dream was relatively normal this time. Nothing big or extravagant; it was just him and his friend having a conversation. But, it started to take a turn when 'girls' was brought up. He didn't want to talk about it because of his past dreams, but he went in anyways. Soon, his friend started to go into these details of turning into a girl, how there's different ways to change and what could happen along these changes; one of them involved dreaming these transformations.
By the end of the dream, Andrew was astonished of all of these different ways one could change, but what scared him the most was what his friend said before he woke up, "Andrew, you're turning into a girl."
He woke up in a cold sweat, his alarm clock blaring. He shut off the alarm clock and shook his head, "No... No, that's not happening!" He went to the bathroom to check himself for any 'flaws' in his body. Sure enough, there was; his stomach was skinnier and his neck seemed to have an effeminate glow to it. It was true: he was turning into a girl. But Andrew couldn't not fall asleep; it was ineluctable. One way or the other, he was going to sleep and he was going to keep changing.
He wanted to face it head on, but did he really want to? Taking on the body of another gender seemed too much, and it was. He shook his head and figured he may as well get on with the changes, seeing as he was turning into a girl. He got ready for school and shrouded his neck and abdomen, putting it out of sight.
Over time, Andrew kept sleeping, Andrew kept dreaming and Andrew kept acquiring new pieces. Eventually, he didn't even deserve the title of 'Andrew' anymore.
She did, however, told a lot of her girl friends about the changes that were happening. They didn't quite understand how it was working, but they took it in and accepted 'Andrew's changes. One of her friends did recall her confrontation between her and the other girl that recited in a different tongue. Maybe she really did cast a spell on Andrew and that's how she got to be. But, she didn't think it possible. 'Andrew's friends decided to pick a new name for their new girl friend, 'Alexis'.
Since it was Alexis' new day at school, she figured that she may as well start her new character by applying herself to the school in the office. When she walked in, she bumped into someone. She felt bad opening the door, being so clumsy not to have the common sense to take heed.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sooo sorry!" She gasped, speaking in a tone of worry.
"Oh, that's fine." A voice replied, a male voice.
She looked around the door and saw one of Andrew's friends, Jason. When she looked at his face, a new emotion took over her body. She didn't know what it was, but she was attracted to him. Of course, inside her mind, she knew that it'd be weird to take a friend, especially one that she's known for some time, but he didn't know Alexis.
"I'm... I'm Alexis." She spoke, lending a hand to pick up Jason's fallen papers.
"I'm Jason." He smiled. "Forgive me, but, do I know you from somewhere? You look a lot like one of my friends."
She quickly shook her head, "No. I just moved here."
He nodded his head and picked the rest of his papers up. They both talked for some time, they hung out together and eventually started to date. Alexis now understood the chemistry behind dating.