Brooke: The New You (Part I)

It took me a good minute before I was able to come to terms with what (who?) I was looking at. I’d known Attitude to get really nasty (what she did to Mandy, for instance, was pretty bad), but an actual sex change was beyond extreme, even for her. There was no denying that Brooke’s new look was one of pure, unbridled sexuality. I can’t quite bring myself to think of him as a she, so I’m going to keep calling him for the time being. His body was straight out of the pages of Playboy, all hips and legs and breasts and all that stuff that makes me fantasize about women. He was wearing his typical “pick-up artist” outfit, but a sexier, female version of it.

“Bro,” he said. “You gotta stop checking me out like that. It just ain’t right, y’know?”

My eyes raced back up to find his own. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s weird seeing you like this.”

He looked back at me, puzzled.

“Like what?”

“Er… Like a chick.” What did he mean, ‘like what?’

He stared at me. “I’m a chick?” He paused, his eyes darting down. “I’m a chick!” He sounded shocked. Then, another pause. “Oh, yeah, I knew that.”

Mandy and I looked at each other. “This is seriously messed up,” I commented.

Brooke nodded. “Yeah, man. I don’t understand what’s happening… That’s what I’ve been calling and texting you for. Thought you might have some ideas on how to fix it. You’re good at ‘that stuff’…”

That ‘stuff’, as he put it, is my amateur education in witchcraft and mystical arts. Ever since I’ve been plagued with a faerie, I’ve been reading up a lot on magic, hypnosis, palm reading, Feng Shui, etc. So it wasn’t entirely surprising that (to my friends) I was some kind of authority on these things.

“Look, I can look into this, but you gotta know this — I’m still pissed off at you. You broke the code, y’know?”

Brooke looked down at his feet (which, with his rack, meant he was really staring at his breasts) and scratched his chin.

“Yeah, about that… Look, it’s complicated, right? And… well yeah, I messed up. Real bad. But bro, you gotta believe, it wasn’t like I had a choice. I… Aw, shit, look, I don’t know how to take it back. If I knew, I’d do it.”

I was unconvinced. “Whatever. I’m not convinced. This isn’t the FIRST time this happens, so it’s a bit hard for me to believe you’re sorry and all.”

Mandy stepped next to me. “Come on, Brooke, are you saying it was Meghan’s fault? Like you’re going to say it was *I* who put the moves on you, that one time way back?”

Brooke looked back at her, once again with that puzzled look. “M-Mandy? MANDY?!? Of course you’re Mandy! Whoa, you look REALLY different from the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Mandy replied with a nod. “Amen to that,” she added.

That’s when Brooke’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed on his knees, screaming in ecstasy.

[To be continued]