"I...I'd like to try convincing Lauren of who I am. It might help me accept and feel better about the changes if someone I knew from before also knew." Marisa stands in silent thought for so long, that you think she's going to refuse outright. Then, to your surprise, she agrees. "But I'll need to come with you. We can't just have a non go around knowing about witches and all without taking some precautions." "Precautions?" you ask nervously. It's hard to fault you for being jumpy when she says something like that, given all that's already happened to you. "Like what?" "I'll just cast a spell that will make her very disinclined to talk. Basically, it'll force her not to reveal us. She'll just do something like laugh if anyone suggests that magic is real."
"It won't force her to do things against her will?" "No, it'll just keep her from spilling the beans." You consider that for a bit, then say, "Okay, as long as you know what you're doing, and as long as there are NO side effects." "There won't be. It's a very simple spell, virtually impossible to screw up." It's that "virtually" that has you worried. "Okay," you say. "Might as well get this over with." You both go out and get in Marisa's car, an older but well-maintained Honda Civic. "Where's your broomstick?" you ask with a little laugh. Marisa grins. "We only ride those on All Hallows Eve," she says with a snicker.
"Do you turn your skin green and wear pointy hats, too?" You have to admit: you're starting to relax and adjust to your new circumstances. Maybe being a girl won't be so bad, after all. "Um, Marisa?" "Yes?" "Uh, never mind. Maybe later." She gives you a slightly puzzled look before turning her attention back to the road. How could you explain to her what was going through your head just then? You could barely parse your thoughts yourself. Perhaps once you've had a little more time go by, you could explain that you've now begun to grow so accustomed to the idea of being a girl that you want to know if she could improve your bustline a bit.
You see your apartment approaching in the distance. As you get closer, you suddenly get more and more apprehensive about how difficult Lauren is going to be to convince that you're David, and not some crazy chick. And if you do, how is she going to react when she finds out she now has a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend?. "Do you know any simple, harmless spells that can convince Lauren that magic is real?" you ask. "Yes. In fact, I was just thinking of the most effective ones to use," she said with a small smile. That smile makes your nervousness ratchet up a bit more. When you pull up to the building, you see Lauren's crappy Yugo sitting in its slot. At least you don't have to wait for her to come home, you think. You get out your key and open your door. "David? Is that you?" you hear Lauren call out from the kitchen.
You gesture to Marisa, who takes your hint. "Excuse me, are you Lauren?" she says. Lauren walks out into the room. "Who the hell are you two? How did you get in here?" You take a deep breath, before saying, "I think you might want to sit down for this conversation." She complies, and you begin telling your tale. When you reach the end of it, you hope she believes you, although, god knows, YOU sometimes still can't believe it. Lauren takes a deep breath and...
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