Fiction

The next evening, while Mike was trying to level up Just once more, Susanne came Into the room all
dressed up and apparently with nowhere to 90. Her girlfriend barely paid attention to her, keeping
her gaze on the screen as if her life depended on it. But as more and more of Susannes friends came
into the room, the numbers became more than Mike could successfully ignore. She turned only to
come face to face with ten other women who he had upset at some time or another. They were hold-
ing sexy nightwear, and were intent on forcing him into it.

Tommy and I had been best friends since as long as I could remember. We kinda fit to-
get her really well. I was the big guy, the heavy, and he was my buddy who was pretty
smart. It meant I could keep him out of trouble from some of the bullies, and he could
help me out on my homework and junk We must have been about 16, it was the
summer of 1999, and we were out hiking in the woods.

Fort e next few cays I spent most of my time worng out who Brandy actually was. I might ave
ransforrned into her, but that didn’t mean I knew thing one about her mannerisms or personality. I
ent up to her room, pawed through racks of expensive and revealing clothing. Watched the videos
on her computer of cheerleading tryouts, acting auditions, anything she put her mind to. Without
much difficulty I could do a roundabout approximation of her after not long at all. That brought me to
he mirror.he girl staring back at me was the eponymous Brandy. Tall, blonde, sexy as hell, with a cute face and
huge rack I kind of understood why she’d be such a terror, any guy who she spoke to was going to
do anything this beauty told him. She would be unstoppable. From the looks of her grades too, they
eren’t bad, she just didn’t seem to want to apply herself. She didn’t seem like an airhead at all. I
asn’t going to have to change that much to be her, and anything I did have to do was going to be
ell paid for.

How long has it been sincel last saw that damned infernal ‘device? Six months? Eight months? A
year?
I don’t know. I lost track of how long. Especially after my stay at the hospital for my ‘psychological
evaluation