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Blue Moon 2.1

by Donna Lamb

Richard came running out of his room when he heard Joel scream. “What is it? What? What?”

Joel pushed the bathroom door closed right in Richard’s face. “It’s gone!”

“Huh? What’s gone?”

“M-m-my …” Joel couldn’t say it.

“Good grief, guy! It can’t be that bad!” Richard tried to push the door open. “Did you drop your watch in the toilet?” Joel’s weight or foot or something seemed to be blocking the door.

“No! Go away! You can’t come in!” The seldom used inside latch on the door clicked into place, locking the door — unless someone got a butter knife from the kitchen.

Richard stepped back from the door and stared at it. Joel had never acted like this before. A bit of a sensitive, over-emotional, geek but not really a flake, Richard reflected. And this behavior definitely qualified as flakey. The poor mook was crying on the other side of the door. “Hey, little buddy,” Richard said in his best Skipper voice, “maybe I can help?”

“You stay away from me!” Joel sobbed.

“Holy shit!” said Richard, awed by Joel’s vehemence.

“Stay away!”

“Okay, okay.” Richard backed away from the door, subconsciously giving Joel more room. “I’ll be in my room waiting if…if you want to talk sense.” He could still hear Joel sobbing on the other side of the door. Baffled, he retreated to his own room. I’d better stay up, he decided, in case he wants to talk about it. I never thought he’d be this upset about me taking his date.

Joel’s pants lay in a pile on the floor, topped off with underpants and polo shirt. Naked, Joel stood in front of the mirror on the back of the bathroom door and stared at the girl in the mirror. She had Joel’s close-cropped, ginger-blonde hair, green-gray eyes, and the same basic features — with just a bit more delicacy in the chin, nose and eyebrows. Her small, neat ears lay close to her head, just like Joel’s. Her shoulders were square and narrow, her neck slender; neither quite right for Joel. Her torso tapered to a slender waist and supported a pair of small breasts with big nipples with dark womanly areolas.

Breasts. Joel said it out loud, “B-b-breasts. I shouldn’t have b-b-b-boobs.” Cupping one cookie-like titty in a delicate hand, Joel looked further down the mirror’s image where hips widened to complete a slender hourglass. A patch of curly blonde fur disappeared into the cleft between two pale thighs. Joel’s other hand dropped to the joining and felt around, feeling nothing but soft fleshy lips concealing a narrow cleft, slightly moist.

“P-p-pussy!” said Joel. “I’ve got a p-p-pu-pudenda!” She shuddered and jerked her hand away from the discovery.

She stared at herself for a moment, unable to believe her eyes. She turned tolook around the room, as if to see if someone if someone was playing a trick on her. But she was alone. She looked back at the mirror, alone with a pretty girl in the looking glass.

“How? How could this happen?” She put her hand back to her groin. “My dinkle is gone. What happened to my dinkle?”