SRU: Magical Solutions

SRU:  Magical Solutions
By Morpheus

Lester Greyson watched with great relief as the other students at the end of the hallway clustered around Carl Nielsol, threatening to shove him into a locker. Lester was just thankful that their attention was on someone else for a change. That this time it wouldn’t be him that they threatened to shove into a locker.  Lester knew that they never could really put him in one, since the schools used the small lockers, but that never stopped the school bullies from threatening it.  Besides, there were numerous other torments that they could get away with. Ones that Lester knew far too well from first hand experience.  Trying to avoid notice himself, Lester ducked out of sight, not wanting to push lady luck too far.
Once he was out of immediate danger, Lester let out a sigh of relief.  He was safe. For the moment.  Though Lester was a Junior at the high school, he was often teased by even the Freshmen and Softmore students.  A fact which greatly humiliated him.  Lester the Lesser, they often called him, or more often Lester the Loser.  He was unfortunately a somewhat stereotypical nerd.  A fact which most of the other students took great pains to constantly remind him of.  Much to his great annoyance.
Unfortunately, Lester had long accepted that there was nothing he could do about his lot in life.  Though he often prayed for some way to end the tormenting, to become accepted and even popular, no such miracle had yet happened.   He was still the same boy that drew the attention of every bully in sight.  He stood at 5 foot 6, and was very slight of build. Scrawny, they called it.  His oily black hair, bad acne and thick glasses only added to his troubles.  Not to mention his straight A’s in every class.  It wasn’t like Lester actually tried to get good grades, it was just that his lack of social life left him lots of time to himself.  Time frequently spent reading or studying.
Taking a look over his shoulder to see if anyone was following, Lester missed noticing Brad Turner and walked right into him.  Lester looked up to see the large football player scowling at him, with a nasty smile forming on his face.  Gulping, Lester really wished that he was somewhere else.  As Brads fist grabbed hold of him, Lester thought anywhere else would do.

After getting home from school, Lester went straight for the freezer and put an ice-pack over his forehead, hoping that the bruise wouldn’t show too bad.  Wincing at the pain from his shoulder, Lester walked into the living room, calling out “Hi” to his Mom, who just waved back at him but didn’t turn her head away from the TV.   Lester just sighed and went to his room, not having expected anything more from her.  He’d long since gotten used to his Moms noticing him only during commercial breaks.
Lester lied down on his bed for an hour, trying to get the pounding in his head to stop.  It was a familiar ritual which he went through once every week or two.  Sometimes more frequently.   Once the throbbing had faded, Lester got up and went back to the living room, seeing that his Dad was home and already sitting in a chair with a drink in hand.  As far as Lester knew, his Dad’s favorite position since he always sat in that chair with a drink in hand.  Glancing only briefly at his parents, Lester went outside to check the mailbox.
As Lester pulled a small bundle of envelopes from the mailbox, bills mostly, he couldn’t help but resenting how lazy his Mom was.  She spent all day at home, and still didn’t do anything.  At least nothing except keeping track of the soaps.  Shaking his head, Lester started flipping through the envelopes to see if there was anything there for him.  As he did so, a slip of paper slipped out and fluttered to the ground.  “Great” Lester muttered, “Another advertisement”  
When Lester picked up the piece of paper, he saw that it was just a business card.  For some reason he’d thought it looked bigger while it was falling.   Adjusting his glasses, Lester read the card, wondering just what this one was for.  The card clearly said “SPELLS R US” across the top, in simple gold lettering.   Underneath that, it had a little bit written in smaller gold lettering, reading “MAGICAL SOLUTIONS FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS”  Lester snorted at that.  Then he noticed the address on the bottom.  It was at the local mall.
“Garbage”  Lester muttered, tossing the card into the garbage can before going back inside.

After a quick leftover dinner, Lester went back to his room to finish up his homework, then sneak a look at the magazines that he had hidden in his closet.  Smirking at the naked centerfold in his magazine, Lester beat himself off, wishing that he had  a girl like that for real.  He could just imagine having her there, sucking on his cock.  However, Lester knew that such a thing was very unlikely to ever happen.  A girl like that wouldn’t have anything to do with a guy like him.  She’d be more interested in the guys that beat up on him instead.  Still, Lester tried not to let that fact intrude on his fantasy too much.
Finishing off, Lester started getting ready for bed, dreading the next day at school.  He just knew that something bad was going to happen.  Something even worse than usual.  Everything in his guts told him so.  Just as he was pulling back his covers, something on top of his pillow caught Lester’s eye.  Curious, Lester picked it up, noticing that it was a business cart.  “What the hell?”  Lester asked aloud as he noticed that it was for the same place as the card earlier Spells R Us.  “How did this get here?”  Deciding that one of his parents  must have dropped it there for some reason, Lester snorted and tossed it into the garbage can by the door before going to bed.

The next day, all of Lester’s fears were realized, though it started out seeming innocent enough.  Lester had spent most of the morning getting nothing more than the usual taunts and minor annoyances like being tripped in the hall and having wads of paper thrown at him during class.  As normal, he tried to ignore it, hoping that his tormentors would get bored and stop.  
It was at the beginning of lunch that things started to happen.  Lester was dropping his books off in his locker, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.  Gulping, Lester nervously turned around, fearing that Brad Turner or Tony Preston wanted to have some fun with him.  However, instead of what he expected, Cindy Marshall was standing there smiling at him instead.  Lester stammered a “Hi Cindy”, looking around nervously for her boyfriend Tony.  Cindy was one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school, and the girlfriend of Tony Preston.  She was definitely not the sort of girl that would look Lester up, as if any girls would.  Lester immediately became suspicious, wondering what she wanted.
Cindy just smiled at Lester, making him instantly come hard.  “Why Lester”  she cooed, “What’s wrong?”
“Um…nothing” he stammered, looking for a place to escape to and seeing none. Instead he turned his eyes back to her pretty face, then to her prominent breasts.  
She ran a hand through Lester’s hair, making his heart start racing, then she lifted his glasses, saying “You know….I really like intelligent men.”
Lester gulped, “Really?”
Nodding, Cindy kept smiling at him, then licked her lips suggestively, making Lester almost cum in his pants.  He wanted her more than he ever wanted anything in his life, unable to believe it as she suggested they go someplace a little more private.   Lester dumbly followed her, unable to believe how lucky he was.  As she led him onto the theater stage, Lester smiled, thinking that he was FINALLY going to lose his virginity. He was finally going to have sex. And with Cindy Marshall at that.  
Cindy played with the buttons on Lester’s shirt, nimbly undoing them with her long fingernails.  Lester stood there, enjoying the feeling of her fingers gently touching his chest.  He felt a little confused and unsure of what to do, afraid that somehow he wasn’t going to be good enough for her.  Silently though, he reminded himself that she liked him and told himself that he would be great.  Still, he felt vaguely embarrassed, though horny as she tossed his shirt away then started working on his pants.  Lester fumbled with the belt and his shoes, in a hurry to get undressed.  He stared at Cindy’s boobs, thinking that her shirt was definitely next.  
Once Lester’s shoes and pants were pulled off, he felt embarrassed standing there in his underwear, but extremely excited by what was to come.  Just as he reached for Cindy’s shirt, to help her get undressed, she held up a finger and said “Shhhh”  She smiled at him playfully, then added, “Just a minute.”  
Cindy hurried to Lester’s shirt and pants, picking them up and running to the door off stage.  “What are you…..?”  Lester asked confused, seeing the door shut behind her.  A second later he became aware that the curtain for the stage was rising.  Horrified, he saw the curtain go up, suddenly remembering that the stage was connected to the lunchroom.  Panicking, Lester looked for a place to hide, unable to see one as the curtain finally went up and revealed him in his underwear to the entire crowded lunch room.
Intense laughter filled the room as everyone stared at Lester, who stared back horrified and humiliated. Right at the front of the lunchroom crowd stood Brad and Tony, with Cindy running up and giving Tony a kiss before smiling maliciously at Lester.  
Lester couldn’t believe it.  How ashamed he felt with the eyes of half the school on him, laughing at his humiliation.  At him.  Crying out from the humiliation, Lester fled the stage, trying to drown out the echoing laughter behind him.

After getting dressed and fleeing the school in disgrace, Lester ran for home, tears pouring out all the way. He couldn’t believe how badly he’d been set up. At how cruelly they’d all treated him.  At how humiliated he felt. Nothing in his life had prepared him for that humiliation.  Not even the years of tormenting that he routinely received compared to this most recent experience. It was as if everything in his life had led him up to that one horrifying disappointment.  For the first time in his life, Lester thought about killing himself.  About ending the constant tormenting and humiliation.
Getting to the safety of his home, to the sanctuary of his room, Lester tossed himself down on his bed crying in shame.  Eventually he sat back up, anger beginning to form in his gut.  Never before in his life had he felt such rage. Such hatred for another person.  God how he wished that he was bigger than Tony and Brad.  That he could give them all a taste of their own medicine.  And Cindy.  Even the thought of the girl that he’d had a crush on for so long made him furious.
Standing up, Lester clenched his fist,  thinking about revenge.  Then losing the rage as the shame returned, making him wonder how he could ever show his face around school again.  Glancing down, something shiny on the floor caught Lester’s attention, driving both thoughts from his mind for a moment.  It was that business card.  As Lester picked it up, he wondered how it got out of his garbage.  Reading the card again, “MAGICAL SOLUTIONS FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS”  Then Lester shook his head, saying “Not mine.”
Lester was going to toss the card into the garbage again, but something kept him from doing so.  Something made him give it another look.  Feeling desperate for any solution to his problem, Lester was willing to try anything.  Even a company that claimed to have magical solutions.  Anything was preferable to continuing on as he had been.  Even the impossible.

Stopping in front of the store in the mall, Lester read the sign over the door.  Spells R Us.  “This is the place” he said, looking once again at the card.  Lester hesitated for a moment, feeling foolish for even considering such a thing.  Then he remembered his humiliation and how desperate he was for a solution.  He hoped that this place would have a solution. It just had to.  
Gathering up his determination, Lester went inside.  A tiny bell tingled as the door swung open, and Lester glanced around at the incredibly large variety of items in view, stopping his eyes at the counter where an old man dressed in a bathrobe sat.  At least he thought it was a bathrobe at first, but at second glance, he realized that it was supposed to be some sort of wizards costume.  
The Old Man looked up then said “Come on in Lester.  I’ve been waiting for you.”  
Lester stammered, “You know my name?”
“Of course,” the Old Man snorted, “I am a wizard after all.”
Shaking his head, Lester said “I saw your business card…..and…I was wondering…”  
“If I could solve your problem”  The Old Man finished for him.  “Yes, I think that I can.”  The Old Man stood up, and came out from behind the counter, gently putting a hand on Lester’s shoulder.  “I’m sorry about what happened to you at school today”  he said, making Lester blush. He was surprised that the Old Man knew about it.  He figured that everyone at school would, but he hadn’t expected word of his humiliation to have spread so quickly.  The Old Man gently patted him on the shoulder again, “Here,” he gestured to a stool by the counter, “Have a seat for a minute while I look something up.”  Lester thanked the Old Man then sat down feeling rather foolish while at the same time hopeful.  
Remembering that he didn’t have much money on him, Lester especially hoped that he could afford something.  He tried to remember just how much he had, thinking that he’d better tell the Old Man before things went too far.
While Lester was sitting, the Old Man had gone into some door in the back, and was just now coming out.  Lester noticed that he had some paper in his hand.  It looked like some sort of scroll.  The Old Man smiled, then set it down on the counter top, unrolling it and looking it over.  Lester glanced at it curiously, thinking that it would probably be far to expensive for him.  Feeling disappointed, Lester was about to get up and tell the Old Man to forget it, but for some reason he didn’t.  He stayed right where he was on the stool, while the Old Man pulled out what looked to be some sort of old fashioned quill pen.  Lester watched fascinated as the Old Man dipped it in a small bottle of ink, then started writing on the scroll.  
After a minute, the Old Man put the quill pen down, and blew gently across the scroll. He smiled gently at Lester saying “That should do it”  While rolling the scroll back up, the Old Man said, “This will be ten dollars”  making Lester breathe out a sigh of relieve. He’d expected it to be much  more than that.  
“But what will it do?” Lester asked the Old Man.
The Old Man smiled, setting the scroll off to the side a little then said “This is a spell that will let you become bigger then Brad and  Tony.”  Lester looked at him curiously, wondering how such a thing could happen.  The Old Man sighed, then said “I sell real spells here.  Not fakes.  Everything I sell works.”  Lester nodded while the Old Man talked on, “Usually I sell pre-spelled items as they’re easier to handle for the non magically skilled and tend to sell better.  But I’m selling you the actual spell.”
“How does it work?”  Lester asked, finding himself believing that maybe it would work.  He was desperate enough to believe anything at the moment.
“Follow the directions on the spell clearly and completely”  The Old Man said seriously, “And it will work as it should.  This spell lets you change yourself into whomever you want. It will only work once though, so you have to be careful”  The Old Man coughed for a second, then accepted the money that Lester handed over.  
Lester politely thanked the Old Man, hoping that this would work. He wasn’t completely sure that he believed it, but what other choice did he have.  Just as Lester was stepping out the door, the Old Man called after him, “Remember to follow the directions completely.”  Lester nodded and kept going.

That night, Lester quietly ate dinner, glancing over occasionally at his Dad who was already halfway drunk and his Mom who was just staring at her plate.  Lester himself kept looking in the direction of his bedroom, unable to stop thinking about the scroll.  About whether or not it would actually work.  By this time, he was sure that it would.   Something about it just made him believe that there was real magic there.  There just had to be.
Finishing with dinner, Lester waited impatiently for his parents to finish so that he could get the dishes done.  Unfortunately that was another one of his chores, and he would much rather head to his room and try the spell.  Using all his patience, he waited then started cleaning up.  He ended up cutting his thumb slightly with a knife since his mind was on the scroll instead.  After that though, he took greater care to keep his attention on the dishes.
Lester finally finished the dishes and hurried to his room, looking at the scroll where he’d set it earlier.  His heart seemed to skip a beat, and for the first time, Lester unrolled the scroll, opening it up.  He could almost feel a tenseness as he did so.  There on the paper were instructions written down for the spell, all in a hand written and slightly fancy style.  Definitely impressive Lester thought.
Being careful not to say anything aloud, Lester read through the scroll, finding that the first part was only prepatory instructions for before he actually started the spell. Telling him what symbols to write on the floor in chalk, and other such things. It also described the spell a little more precisely.  Lester read through it 5 times, making sure that he didn’t miss anything.   He couldn’t remember the actual words to the spell, but knew that he could read them straight from the page. In fact, it seemed as if that was what he was supposed to do.  
“I guess I don’t need too much”  Lester told himself, relieved that the spell only required chalk, or something to write with, and 3 candles.  As he glanced down at the faded carpet covering the floor of his room, he added a place to perform the spell to his mental list.
After finding the materials he’d need, Lester decided on the garage as the site of his spellwork.  Its cold concrete floor should be perfect, and there was plenty of room available once he cleared a few boxes out of his way.  Carefully he drew a circle on the floor, being as precise as he could and making sure that there weren’t any breaks in it.  Then following the directions on the scroll, Lester carefully wrote down several symbols, exactly as it showed.  Once that was completed, he put the 3 candles outside the circle to form a triangle.  “That should do it”  Lester told himself, double checking with the scroll to make sure that he hadn’t missed anything.  Hadn’t made the slightest mistake.  With something as important as this, Lester knew that he didn’t dare make any.
Knowing that his parents wouldn’t come into the garage, Lester went back to his room, thinking about what else the scroll said. It said that he would have to picture what he wanted to change about himself as he performed the spell. Something that he knew he’d have to decide before he began.  Lester smiled to himself, already having decided on being big and heavily muscled. Having the kind of body that women lusted for and that guys like Brad and Tony would envy.  And leave alone.  
Lester sat down on his bed, looking through his magazine again, thinking that in just a little while, he’d actually be able to have a girl like that.  Like one of those sexy ones who wouldn’t pay him the least attention now.  But soon, he thought, they would.  That made Lester’s mind go back to Cindy.  At how she had caused his humiliation.  Frowning, he tried to focus instead on how soon she’d be after him for real, and he could just laugh her off.  That  made him feel much better.  
Still, Lester couldn’t believe that he’d had a crush on her for so long.  He’d known she was a little snobby, but not as horrible as she was.  Lester glanced at the centerfold in his magazine again, sighing.  He’d always envied the pretty girls at school. They were the center of attention, people treated them nice all the time and they were so attractive. None of which applied to him.  But soon, he told himself smiling, it would.  Every girl in school would be after him.  With one final glance at his magazine, Lester smiled hopefully and started back towards the garage, keeping the image of what he wanted to become fixed firmly in his mind.

Checking over the scroll one more time, Lester stood in the middle of the circle and started reading the spell.  As his mouth started pronouncing the first unfamiliar word, Lester felt a strange rush flow over him and he kept reading aloud almost without even willing it.  It was almost as if the spell was reading itself once he had given it the start.  Though he felt suddenly afraid, Lester didn’t give in to it, keeping the image of himself as tall, strong and handsome in his mind.  
It was then that the flames from the candles turned blue, and a blue glow came from around them, spreading out into almost a swirling vortex of color, running around the circle.  Lester gasped in surprise, suddenly thinking about what this would mean for him.  The image of the centerfold from his magazine ran through his head, as did thoughts of how he had envied pretty girls.  Quickly, he caught himself and tried to grab hold of his other image.  
The magic swirled around him, sensing both conflicting images.  Both conflicting desires and instructions.  The thought of being a pretty girl, and of being big and strong clashed as the magic suddenly rushed into Lester, making him scream out in surprise as he felt it running through his entire body.  
Lester bent forward, feeling his muscles spasming, his bones shifting and his very flesh moving around painfully.  A strange mixture of estcasy and agony washed over him as his body started to change. He barely noticed his clothes growing tighter on him as the pain from his shifting bones and nerves ran through him, while at the same time the changes almost felt good. They felt like a warm fire within him, making him tingle with excitement.  All of his muscles tensed up, aching unimaginably yet almost feeling charged.  He could feel his chest pushing and swelling and his groin pulling in and altering. That whole area especially felt the agony and estcasy as it shifted.  Unable to even notice he was doing so, Lester moaned out, though whether in pain or pleasure wasn’t apparent.  
Suddenly, the blue glow and swirls of magical energy vanished, and the candles blew out.  Lester collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath, trying to get his balance and his thoughts in order.  He already knew that he had changed drastically, and was curious to see how it had worked.   To see how well the spell had done its job. As Lester opened his eyes, he saw the scroll lying on the ground in front of him, the whole thing blackened and burned from the center, as if a great heat had singed it. Nothing was left of the scroll except for the paper on the most outside portions, and while Lester stared at it, even that blackened and crumbled to ash.
Carefully Lester stood up, feeling his balance had changed. He could feel his muscles and how strong he was, then smiled as he realized that he was taller than before. However, as he started to explore his body, he found out immediately that things hadn’t gone quite the way he’d planned.   Something had definitely gone wrong, and Lester realized that it must have been his distraction.  That his lack of attention had confused the spell.  Horrified at what had happened, Lester stepped out of the circle, looking at his new body.
In a way, he had gotten what he wanted. Lester had wanted to be big and strong and he was.  But somehow, the spell also had sensed his envy of the pretty girls.  As a result, Lester had turned into an amazon.  He was definitely a woman now, something which made him wince just to realize.  But he was huge. From the things around him, Lester guessed himself to be about 6 foot 6 or so.  Maybe even a little taller.  And his muscles.  Lester flexed his bicep, seeing a large bulging  muscle that looked almost like a softball.  “Damn”  he said, impressed, “I’m bigger than Arnold Swarzenegger”  He thought that this was probably an exaggeration, but wasn’t sure.  All he knew was that he was big. That his whole body was heavily muscled.  But as he examined himself, he knew that he still looked like a woman, not like some of those woman body builders  he’d seen pictures of.  
The most noticeable part was his breasts. They seemed huge to Lester.  They stuck out, large, round and firm.   Lester gently grabbed  them, wincing as his hands felt them.  He knew immediately that a normal woman would have a hard time with that much weight on their chest, but he was so heavily muscled that he barely felt their weight.  Flexing again, Lester lost his horror of being a girl.  Instead, he was curious about how strong he was.  He just had to know.  Reaching for the heavy bench in the corner of the garage, Lester was sure that this would be too much for him, but as he strained with it, the whole bench moved.  Lester could feel his muscles bulging, and realized that they felt good.  The whole bench lifted off the ground as Lester grunted, amazed at his own strength.  He’d never been able to move the bench in the slightest, much less pick it up.  Setting it back down, he flexed his arm again, amazed at just how strong he felt. At how powerful.  
Smiling to himself, Lester looked at the tatters of his clothes that were hanging from his body, wondering just what he was going to wear.  

Lester walked through the living room to get back to his bedroom, right past both his parents while only half dressed. He snorted as he went by, realizing that even this hadn’t been enough to get their attention.   At least, he thought amused, they both looked rather small to him now.  That was certainly a new experience for him.
Suddenly he stopped as he saw the bathroom door.  Smiling to himself, Lester wondered just what he did look like now.  He had to know.  As he stepped through the bathroom door, Lester hit his head painfully against the door frame, realizing suddenly that there were definite downsides to being so tall.  Once he was in though, he looked at the full body mirror on the back of the door, gasping at what he saw.  She was gorgeous.  The girl in the mirror…. him…was definitely tall and heavily muscled.  But at the same time she definitely couldn’t be mistaken for a guy.  Even with all the bulging muscles that covered her body.  As Lester looked at himself, he thought that he looked almost like he could be a comic book character.  Like one of those strong women who still looked sexy.  That definitely seemed to fit in with what he saw.  From the long black hair, that he hadn’t realized he had until then, to the very prominent breasts.  “Wow”  Lester  said, smiling to himself.  He hadn’t really wanted to be a girl, even though he had envied them.  All he’d wanted from the spell was to become bigger and stronger. Able to take care of himself.  But somehow, the spell did this to him. As he flexed  in front of the mirror, he couldn’t get angry over it. He couldn’t even regret it.  Even after putting a hand between his legs and verifying that he really was a girl, he couldn’t regret his loss of manhood. Not when he felt that good.  That strong , powerful and confident. He’d never felt better in his life.
Satisfied with what he saw, Lester went back to his room, humming to himself and wondering just how people would react to the new him.  He doubted his parents would notice, and briefly wondered if he should ask that strange Old Man about that problem.   He decided not to bother. At least not for awhile.  
When Lester went into his room, he was surprised to see a large cardboard box sitting in the middle of his floor. “What the?” he asked aloud, wondering where it had come from.  A small white piece of paper on top of it caught Lester’s eye though, and when he picked it up he saw that it was another business card from that Spells R Us place.   Curious, Lester turned it over and saw that something was written on the back, in the same flowing script that the spell had been written in.  It read “With my compliments” but had no signature.  Setting the card back down, Lester opened the box and laughed when he saw that it was full of clothes.  Specifically, clothes for his new body.  

The next morning, as Lester stepped into the school, he was aware of the eyes of almost everyone on him.  Many were on his breasts, but Lester didn’t mind.  He thought it was kind of funny.  A lot of the others started at his muscles which were visible along his arms since he was wearing a T shirt, and his legs since he was wearing a skirt.  He’d chosen the skirt over the jeans that morning just so that he could show off his leg muscles.   Smiling down at several of the students, Lester walked past, pretending to ignore everyone’s stares though loving the attention.  
Lester smiled as he walked through the hall, noticing how small everyone seemed to him.  Normally he had to look up to see other guys faces, but now…. now they almost all looked shorter than him.  Lester felt confident for once, and loved it.  He wondered briefly just how much better it would be if he were wearing high heels, but reminded himself that he’d worn the tennis shoes in the box for a reason. Namely, he didn’t know how to walk in high heels.  Not yet at least.
Suddenly Lester stopped. smiling to himself even more.  Just down the hall stood Tony and Brad.  With Cindy right by their sides.  Lester thought about how he normally went the other way when he saw them, how they kept him terrified and humiliated.  Not this time though.  This time Lester walked up to them, feeling pleasure inside at the way both Tony and Brad were staring at his chest in awe, looking small to him.  They  looked up at Lester’s face, and he smiled down at them, seeing that they were embarrassed. Cindy on the other hand seemed to be looking at Lester with envy and disgust at the same time, kicking Tony in the leg when she saw him staring.  Lester loved it
Forcing himself to scowl at the two bully’s, Lester asked “Are you Tony Preston and Brad Turner?”  They both nodded dumbly, still impressed by Lester.  Then he turned to Cindy adding, “And you must be Cindy Marshall.”
“Yeah, and who are you?” she snapped back.  Lester just smiled, then stood up straighter, seeing the eyes of the boys bulging, then looking further down and seeing that their eyes weren’t the only thing bulging.
“My name is….Leanne Greyson”  Lester said.  “I believe you know by brother Lester”  he said, almost laughing at the looks they gave him, with their faces turning bright red.  Lester frowned a little harder, then grabbed both Tony and Brad’s shirts and lifted both of them off the ground at once.  Lester was thrilled by how strong he felt, having his two biggest tormentors at his mercy.  He looked them in the faces, one then the other, then said quietly “I heard about how you two dickless cowards like picking on people smaller than you.”  He saw them both paling, obviously getting terrified.  Cindy started to sneak away, but Lester turned to her “You stay here too”  she paled then did as she was told.  “Lester won’t be coming back to this school,”  Lester smiled maliciously, “But I will.  I’m enrolling here.  And I’ll be keeping an eye on you” then with a significant glare at Cindy “And you too girlie.”  With that, Lester dropped both boys to the ground, watching with amusement as they both ran off, to the laughter of the other kids gathered in the hall.  
Lester sighed in relief, feeling a little guilty about scaring them, but also feeling better. As if a great weight had finally been lifted off of him. As if he were finally free after a long time of imprisonment.  Then he realized he was. Free from the threat and fear that those two had meant to him.  And it felt great.
Smiling, Lester looked around at all the other students, feeling better than he’d ever felt.  He felt confident and strong.  And he had everyone’s attention focused on him. Him whom people had always ignored as if he were invisible, unless they wanted someone to abuse or tease.  He loved it.  Looking down at his bulging chest, Lester….now Leanne smiled.  Though she hadn’t intended to become a girl, she decided that she wouldn’t give up anything that had happened to her for the world.  For the first time in her life, she was happy with herself.  She was confident and free.  No, she wouldn’t give that up for anything.
Humming to herself, Leanne started walking towards the front office, knowing that she would have to register for school. They’d never believe that she was Lester, but a few papers that she’d found in the cardboard box in her room would get her into school.  Would give “proof” that she was who she claimed to be.  
Chuckling to herself, Leanne couldn’t wait to see the look on her teachers face when she walked into first period.  For the first time in a very long time, she was looking forward to school that day.  

Elsewhere, the Old Man sat back with a smile on his face.  He hadn’t quite expected Lester to turn out the way he had.  Not that he was upset by it. In fact, he found it rather refreshing.  After all, even he occasionally got bored of blonde bimbos.  And Leanne certainly seemed more than happy with the results. And with Leone’s distant parents, it also offered great opportunity for a repeat customer.  All in all, he decided that this had turned out rather well. Rather well indeed.  

The End