2 Fast 2 Feminine EX

2Fast 2Feminine: EX

This was my first story, this version has been extended by 50K, refined, and I have hand drawn pictures for it. This guarantees that the pictures match the story, and added a little more fun to the process, as well as adding depth. I would definitely appreciate good response to the story, and it would determine if I were to draw pictures for the sequel as well. Release Order: 2Fast2Feminine

Kasumi

2Fast2Feminine EX

Kasumi EX Be warned, some of the 'quirks' you may not have liked originally still exist, such as the language, and Aaron's callous actions. If you like your stories sugar-coated, with a main character with at least half a' heart, then Aaron Spence, and 2 Fast 2 Feminine EX isn't for you. Also, some of the pics I had planned didn't make it in. I admittedly took alot of time off inbetween spurts of drawing. I needed to get this show on the road. If this story is well taken, I may finish the rest, then resubmit the story. All of the "legal" stuff for any story applies here, you've read enough of these to know the rules. Thanks to Bluto for editing. Warning: VERY coarse language. The first word is "Shit"! Warned ya! Note: "wifebeater" = muscle shirt.

"Shit!" exclaimed Aaron. "I gotta do all this to get ready for this goddamned bitch." While fumbling around with his shirt buttons, he thought, "She better appreciate this shit." He looked in his bathroom mirror, thinking.

"How do I do it!?!" The image he saw was a statuesque black man. The man had very sharp features that appealed to all types of women. The man was 6'6", and weighed a very muscular and defined 200 lbs, and all of this at 19 years old. He had another trademark feature, his left eye was green. Noone knew why, as none of his other family had green eyes, but non the less, he had one.

His family consisted of his mother Theresa, his father David, and his 17-year old sister Jade, all of whom were blessed in the gene department. His parents had earned their well-to-do lifestyle though hard work, dedication, and will. They lived in a 5-bedroom house, which was bought in cash, in an upper-classed neighborhood in Orlando, Florida. All in all, Aaron couldn't complain about anything. He checked his Rolex before leaving.

Aaron opened the garage door. "Damn, I always miss you!" he said, speaking to his true love, his 2000 Honda Civic Si coupe. He marveled at his baby. It was painted Electron Blue Pearl, wore bronze Volk TE-37 wheels on a lowered ride height, and it wore a big, chrome, and very loud Apex'i N1 exhaust. Of course there was much more to the car than that. The car had a swapped motor that was completely reworked, with an innercooled turbo system with nitrous. This car ran a 10.9 second quarter mile, and surprised many who overlooked its subtle styling, and it's driver. He opened the right side door, and proceeded to slide into his red Recaro racing seat. "RRRrrrrraaahhh" the motor sang as it sprang to life. He used his left hand to work the gear shifter into reverse. He then backed up, and turned into the street.

"RRRRrrrrrrruuuuuuuuumm *PSSSHT* RRrrrraaaaahh" "Ah, such melodius sounds", cooed Aaron, listening to his turbo-charged Honda spit pressurized air out of it's blow-off valve.

Aaron arrived at the Yamamoto's home, and walked to the door. He knocked, and the door was opened by a 50-ish man, of small, but very fit stature. He looked the man down, and apparently there was a mutual uneasiness, and dislike.

"I'm here to pick up Ami," Aaron said with a flat tone.

"And you happen to be?..." the man inquired of the stranger.

"Aaron, Aaron Spence," he said, as if his name held weight.

"Daddy, I told you about Aaron," Ami chimed in.

"I think that I remember something of that..."

"This is Aaron, and he's a nice guy, daddy!"

"I see...but he is..."

Aaron thought immediately, 'but I'm what...black?'

"...A good person, daddy," she finished his sentence. "And I will see you tomorrow. Love you. Bye," Ami said, grabbing a duffel bag.

"Bye, and...young man, be responsible with my daughter. I love you, Ami."

Aaron looked at the man, showing him that 'A little motherfucker like you don't scare me.'

"Shall we, Aaron?" Ami grabbed Aaron by his big arm, leading him away from the house.

"Yeah, let's do this," Aaron said, still looking at Ami's father.

Ami proceeded to the right side of the car. "Other side," Aaron said.

"You want me to drive?" Ami asked.

"Nobody drives this, except me. The car is right hand drive. It has the Japanese model interior."

"OK," she said, noticing the car finally.

Looking at the pair depart, Mr. Yamamoto said to himself, "But he is grave trouble. I can sense it." Mr. Yamamoto looked to the Heavens for the protection of his daughter. The beginnings of Mr. Yamamoto's sentence had nothing to do with race, as Aaron had thought.

They took off from in front of her house. They were soon on interstate US 75. Aaron glanced over at his date.

'Ahh,' he thought. 'I remember when I first saw her...'

Ami was, of course, beautiful, as Aaron would never have less. She was his age, 19. She was over a foot shorter than him, at 5'3", she couldn't have weighed any more than 115 lbs, she had a nice smaller "C" cup chest, and an ass that would, as Aaron says, "Make a fag pull a double take." She had a 'thickness' to her that was uncommon of her creed, which also attracted Aaron to her, but her best feature had to have been her face. Round, but not too round, button nose, nice kissable lips, sweet innocent brown eyes, almond shaped ones, and can't forget that sexily styled shoulder length black hair. Ami was Japanese, very Japanese. Aaron first saw Ami at his job, at the Nextel Tele-Communications booth at a local mall. He knew he needed to conquer this woman.

After weeks of speaking with this specimen of delight, smooth talking and convincing her that she should give him a chance, a date was set up. This was that date. They were to go to Universal Studios theme park, then stay at Royal Pacific Resort hotel, an on-site hotel. They would be leaving the hotel tomorrow afternoon, and he'd be safely taking Ami home.

Ami learned that Aaron was a bit of an "asshole", never holding back smart-ass comments, and always ready to fight. Hell, with a body and looks like he has, Ami could see why he was like that. And, perhaps that's what she sees in him, the super-masculine qualities that contrasts her super-feminine ones.

"I wanna stop at this mall real quick," Aaron said, as he immediately pulled in. He found a good, close space, in a handicapped spot. "Ah, fuck those punk retards. I can't leave my car all far back, so some punk ass bitch can try to jack my shit." After setting his turbo timer to 5 minutes, they left. Ami looked at Aaron puzzled.

"Hey, if you're so worried about your car, why did you leave it on?"

Aaron responded, "It's on a turbo timer. Since the car is modified like it is, and is pushing the horse power it does, it needs to allow the oil temperature to normalize before shutting off, or it gets thick and frothy, and will have no viscous protection. The timer will shut the engine off when two things happen, one, someone touches the handle and lifts, or two, the 5 minutes that I set have passed," he explained this knowing that she wasn't interested, but always feeling compelled to say more than needed when discussing cars, his true passion.

They entered the mall near the food court area. Aaron just wanted to go to the arcade to see if anyone was playing Marvel VS. Capcom 2, or SNK VS Capcom: Chaos, so he could smash them in it, and, watch them throw quarters away.

Aaron, trying to be a gentleman, asked, "You want anything from this food court? You know, to hold you off until dinner."

At least he tried, he was more used to this; "Wanna get some of this daddy dick?" and a quick "yes". With all the girls he bagged, this was still his first real date.

"No, but thanks, Aaron," she answered.

"Less money I gotta spend!" he snickered to himself.

They reached the arcade, and Aaron's eyes lit up like high intensity discharge beams on a BMW.

"Hell fuck yeah!!! It's mass muthafuckas for me to whoop on in some Marvel 2!!!"

He inserted his two quarters "Capcom", "Capcom" the game said as he put them in. He chose Ryu, from Street Fighter, Cable, and Cyclops from X-Men. After finishing his last opponent with a Cable "Tiger Kneed" Hyper Viper Beam, a Cyclops Mega Optic Blast, and Ryu's Shinkuu Hadoken (all moves coming in succession), he looked up to see "New Hero" above his opponents' team name's, and saw "38 WINS" above his. Satisfied, he proclaimed, "I am the goddamned shit in this fucking game!!! You nerds spend all day on the Internet getting strategies, and I just come and do it naturally!!! Y'all will never take me, Aaron Spence, out. Hey geek, take over my game, I'm out," he boasted. "And don't lose with my characters, or I'll kick your fucking ass. Have fun, pussy."

Ami did not have fun, needless to say, just watching him destroy victims. But now they were heading to Universal Studios, where "Hopefully" she looked at him, "He will show another side to himself.. A fun side."

While blasting some music, T.I's song, called "24's", they pulled on to International Blvd. This is the main street in Orlando, and boy is it ever-teeming with traffic and pedestrians. Stores as far as the eye can see, all colors of neon signs, and a diverse crowd of people.

"Hey, shit," Aaron exclaimed, "that place has a built in go-cart track! That shit must be fun as hell," looking at the place that apparently was a fun center.

He looked to his left at the beautiful girl, no, woman next to him. "Dammit," he thought, "I've been self centered AGAIN, shit!!!" This made him think. He really just wanted to fuck this girl, as was always his game plan. But this time he actually had to work just to get the date, when normally, a girl's panties could be talked off of them in 30 minutes or less. Why was this different? Could he be actually feeling something more? She is prettier than even his high standards had maintained, and well, she, judging by prior conversations, seems more of a person than those other girls he'd fucked. He heard about out how hard it is for black guys to get with Japanese girls, making him actually feel lucky for once. Aaron lucky? Maybe he had to be the pursuer this time.

"I'm sorry, Ami, I can tell you are bored, and have not had a good time. It'll be all good in 5 minutes, when we get to Universal."

Aaron was pulled up at a red light, and he noticed a Honda Civic next to him. "Another sixth gen, looks to be an EX model, no rear disc brakes, or Si front lip," he said to himself. The guy revved at Aaron, with his car not as loud as Aaron's. "Easy win." They both knew what to do when the light turned. "That motherfucker," Aaron laughed, "had no chance!!!"

When the guy caught up at the next red light, he commented on the right hand drive conversion, and asked, "What motor you running?"

"Well, I'll tell you this; Fully built Integra* Type R motor, B18C5, with T3/T4 Garrett turbo, running on anywhere from 12 to 30 pounds of boost, with a one hundred twenty-five shot of laughing gas," replied Aaron.

"What about you?" Aaron asked, as to get a laugh.

"Nothin' much, still got the single slam, light on the mods. I thought I would beat a stock Si, but shit, your's ain't stock."

"Not by a motherfucking long shot," Aaron smiled. He tapped his gas pedal to actuate his blow-off, loudly hissing bled off intake air into the atmosphere.

"Badass, Dude!"

"Yeah, I know." smarted Aaron.

'Finally we're here,' Aaron thought, while seeing that his watch said 7:15. They got out of his Civic, and headed to the hotel. Upon entering the hotel, they were engulfed by exotic scenery and sounds. The lobby looked as if it were in Bombay, India. The place was immaculately detailed.

"Wow, Aaron, it's like we're in another country! This is wonderful!"

"Glad you like it..." He added, "We would have went to the Hard Rock hotel, but, we can save that one for a later time." She wasn't getting that place on a first date.

They walked to the reception desk.

"Can I help you sir?"

"I'm Aaron Spence. I have reserved a room, Universal attraction passes, and City Walk passes."

"Let me look you up, one moment, please."

"Everything checks out fine, here are your things. Room 214. A green light will tell that the door has opened when you swipe the key card. Enjoy the Royal Pacific Resort, and thank you."

"We will, you're welcome."

They took the elevator up to the room. Upon looking at the room, it was nicely furnished, with maroon walls. They went ahead and set their bags down. It was time to have some fun. So, after settling in, they went down stairs, and outside to the water-taxi gates. They, as well as various other Royal Pacific guests boarded the boat. Aaron noticed that the RPM gauge on the boat's instrument panel read "Honda", and smiled at this revelation. The song "Celebrate" played loudly on the boat, as they slowly went about the theme park's "river". They arrived at the park's City Walk soon after.

Easily thousands of people surrounded them. "This place is something else," Ami said. "So, what were you wanting to do, Aaron?"

"Thats enough about me, why don't we do what ever you want," Aaron said softly.

"OK, I guess since this is a park, maybe we should ride some rides!" Ami lit up. She couldn't believe that she'd never been here, and it's in her own town.

"Yeah, sounds good," Aaron said flatly. 'Maybe I should've decided what to do my damn self,' he thought. "Alright, lets do this shit...." Aaron said flatly, not believing he'd actually talked like that to her.

They went on themed rides, like Spider-Man, the Hulk, and Back to the Future over the next couple of hours, with Aaron treating Ami to a snack, or drink when she wanted. They had also played a few mini games, with Aaron winning various sorts of prizes for Ami, such a stuffed animals. He was actually starting to have a good time, even doing what she wanted to do.

Aaron had suggested that they eat dinner, so they decided on the Hard Rock Cafe. Arriving in the restaurant, they both looked at the priceless music memorabilia hung on the walls. The stuff has to be real, they nor anyone else could think otherwise. They were soon seated. "There is a pink Caddillac above our table," Ami said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, I'd be impressed if it was a Nissan Skyline GT-R up there," Aaron said with disgust to the American crapmobile that he saw. Their orders were taken, and soon they were eating healthy portions of over-priced food. They were looking at one another, seemingly mezmorized by the person looking back.

"You know, Ami," Aaron started, breaking the glares. "You probably can tell, but to say it like it is, I stink at this kind of shit. You see, I've talked to females many times, and so easily it's them begging to be with me. I really started talking to you with the same intentions."

"I see..." She knew these word to be factual, before he said this.

"Please, girl, this shit is already hard. Over our conversations we had, it made me like you in other ways, ways I never liked a female before. You've shown that you are a wonderful person. I feel like a fuckin' chump saying this shit, but, truth is truth, you know you look good as hell, and I've had a good ass time with you." He couldn't get this expression out quite right, but Ami knew where he was trying to go.

"Truth is, Aaron, this date of ours did start horribly. You know, the mall, and stuff. But, you've come along nicely since we've been here. You've opened up, and had fun with me; you also weren't self absorbed, like I was seeing the you that I wanted to see. And I also appreciate that you haven't tried any funny business. Aaron Spence, I like you too..."

They left the Hard Rock Cafe, boarded the water-taxi, and called it a night. Upon arrival to their room Aaron reflected on what was said at dinner. Since there were two beds, he decided to continue his no-funny bussiness deal tonight, and not try anything, and sleep separately. From his bed, he looked at her sleeping body, looking at the hair that softly covered the side of her face. He begin to think, 'I never even thought about an Asian girl before seeing her.' His thoughts continued, 'This could be something nice I got goin' on.' He drifted into a deep, fulfilling sleep.

Aaron suddenly awoke to a presence near him. It was Ami. She was wearing a bathrobe, and standing next to his bed. "Wha..." Aaron gasped. "What is this?!" Aaron asked shakily, wondering how could he be nervous!

"This is what we both want, Aaron," she said back, as sexily as possible.

"But why?!" he asked as he looked at the prospect.

"I've been with two other guys ever, and none of them got this far this quick," she said. "Be rest-assured."

"You mind my wantin' to know why?" he asked, when he should have been on top of things, literally...

"We really like each other, and those other two guys I was with were anime-obsessed guys, who felt that it 'completed' them to have a Japanese girlfriend, their reasons were completely shallow, unlike yours are now. I enjoy being liked as a person, not eye candy for some guy who has an Asian fetish, and wants to see me dressed as a school girl."

He knew he should have done his deed, but after hearing all this stuff, it completely killed his erection. Until she took it into her dainty hand, that is. Let's just say a fun night was had...

The following morning, Aaron awoke to yet another beautiful Florida morning. Amazed by the confidance Ami gave him, and even more by the turn of events that soon followed, Aaron thought for sure that his attitude, and arrogance had killed any chances he had to impress her, yet this was not the case, and why was Aaron, the sought afterone, worried of his chances of winning the maiden? He should be pursued, shouldn't he? Certainly it's normal for him to have to be in pursuit once in a while, right?

"Hey, you can get up now!" Aaron said loudly. "It's almost time to bounce."

"It is? What time is it?" Ami yawned the words.

"It's like 1:15."

Ami got showered and ready, taking no more than 20 minutes. "Something else to like."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it didn't take you forever to get ready, like most females, that's all. And you still are as beautiful as ever." He then reached down to kiss her.

They went downstairs to check out. When this task was complete, they got their belongings, and placed them in the trunk of Aaron's Civic. They were soon on International Boulevard again. And, again, he was approached by the car he raced last night. He was signaled to follow, and he knew it meant only one thing, a race...

They stopped in the parking lot of IHOP. "Hey, you wanted me, so what's up with this fuckin' shit?" Aaron demanded as he stepped out. Ami chose to stay seated.

"Dude, you're gonna get your race," said the 5'8" blonde boy, who's looks were average. "I have a guy who wants to race your shit. He's near, so I'm gonna cell him."

"Shit?! You mean Civic Si."

"What ever," the guy smirked.

"So, you smart ass, just who the fuck is your ass?" Aaron demanded, looking him down.

"Call me Caleb, and by the way, I noticed you were a smart ass yourself yesterday."

"Look at me, mothafucka, do I look like I need to be scared of any body? If I got something to say, whoever it is ain't got a choice but to take that shit." Aaron flexed his right arm, giving emphasis on the large muscles.

"Here he is." The new car came into the parking lot, where another guy got out. The guy looked down the Civic Si, the jewel in it, and finally the owner of it, Aaron. Aaron noticed him looking at Ami, he did nothing, as it would have been child's play to beat this guy up.

"Yo, Caleb, this that dude you told me about?"

"Yeah."

The new guy stood next to his 2003 VolksWagen Jetta VR6 4 Motion, still looking at Aaron. "So this is your car huh?"

"Who else's would it be, jackass?"

"Nice shit. Well, you see what I got, and this is 'Run what ya Brung'. We can go for, say, $750, that sound right?"

"Yeah, whatever, that's pocket money, and you are?"

"Chad," said the boy, who appeared to be Caleb's twin, despite his different hairstyle.

"Hey, you wouldn't bet that sweet thing, heh?"

"What, my fucking car?"

"Nah, that sweet thing INSIDE your car."

"You must be seriously trying to catch a fucking ass beatin' like I ain't never given. Your white ass say some shit like that again..."

"Dude, you don't take anything lightly, do you?"

"No, goddamnit. I saw you lookin at her. Do something. I dare ya. I want ya to."

"Alright." He changed the subject. "What's gonna happen is we're gonna give Caleb the money, he's gonna take off at the green light, and he's gonna go till a quarter mile is up. Where he parks marks the line. We will wait, even if we cost people behind us the green light, until we see him park. The next green light is the flag. Winner gets the money from Caleb, winner takes all, no questions asked, and no bullshit. Next race will be double or nothin'."

"It's a plan."

Aaron took out seven crisp bills in $100 denominations, and one in $50, and handed them to Caleb. Chad did the same. "No funny shit, cause neither of your cars is faster than mine, and ya can't whoop my ass, not even together."

Everything went according to plan. They were now lined up, with Aaron on the left, and Chad on the right, waiting on the green to strike. "Dont be scared Ami, this shit is always fun."

"I trust you," Ami comforted him, not knowing whether she believed it.

"Ami..."

Aaron revved to 5000 RPM, his re-programmed VTEC crossover point, and waited. "Any second now." The light hit green. Aaron knew he would get wheel spin, since his clutch was a twin-disc unsprung hub unit. Chad was in the lead, and stayed there. *PPSSSHHT* Aaron slammed into second gear at 11,500 RPM. He was gaining fast. Really fast.

"AARON!!!!" THE LIGHT IS RED!!!!!!" screamed Ami, loud enough for God to hear.

"Shut up, goddamnit!" he screamed back, slamming into third at the same astronomical 11,500 RPM, and taking a firm 3 car-length lead.

"OH GODDD AAARRO!!!!!..." CCRUUNNCHHH

Chad couldn't believe his eyes! The Civic Si he was just racing was torn into two pieces. Chad knew what would happen if he stayed around, he was getting his ass out of that mess. He celled his brother, "Hey Caleb, you see that shit?"

"Fuck yeah. Well, we still got his fuckin' money! Now let's get the fuck outta here!"

"Dude, I hear that, lets get some killer X!"

"Shit yeah, that cocky ass fucker deserved that shit anyways... That was a bad waste of some Asian ass, though," Caleb joked.

"What is your name, son?"

"Aaaarrroonn Sssppencccce..." he said weakly, gaining awareness.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Hossspitttaaalll?"

"Correct"

"Aaammii...wwherre...?"

"Your occupant?"

"Yessss"

"Don't worry about that now, getting YOU better is what we need to worry about, at the present moment." Aaron felt a sharp pain, among all the other numerous pains he had already felt, and soon slipped into a serene, peaceful state.

"How's it going there, Mister Spence?" asked the doctor, who appeared to be average doctor type, about 50 years of age, salt and pepper hair, and fit for his age. Very Nordic.

"I'm alright, nothing time won't heal. And Doc, I've been up for a few days, so what's the date?"

"Monday August the 12th."

"I was out over two months?"

"Yes, Mr. Spence, as you know, it was a very, very bad accident. Now that you've been functioning for a while, there is someone wishing to speak to you."

"Yeah."

"This is detective Murray, OPD"

"Well, he said my name, so that's covered," the detective said, gruffly "Doc, he and I will need you to sit this out. Thanks"

"Sure. I'll be back in an hour, Aaron."

"OK, Mister Spence. You know the accident you were in was bad, and that your passenger, Ami Yamamoto, was brutally killed in this accident. You also know that the accident was due to your little racing fun. Yes, it was your fault, of course. There were charges pending, and now that you're in better condition, they have been brought before you. They are as follows: Exhibition of speed, contest of speed, reckless endangerment, reckless operation of a motor vehicle, and, of course, involuntary manslaughter. We never got the other son of a bitch, but he'll get it too," the detective said, disgusted. "When you get ready, we can go downtown, and Aaron, the doctor won't be seeing you in an hour, your lawyer will. Ready when you are." That last line reminded Aaron of something that the fat bald guy in NYPD Blue would say.

He knew there would be some recoil from his action, when he awoke, but this was insane! He looked at the man as he left seeing that the detective was a man of about 40 years, with a hardened look of years of cop work. He also saw that the man had no wedding band, and Aaron could see why. The man also wore thetypical brownish gray trench coat. It was still too hot for any coat. As Aaron put on clothes brought earlier by his family, he contemplated on what would be coming next.

As he was led into the drab building, he thought not about Ami, but about getting out of this shit.

"Dad, you what know happened... They are bringing a whole bunch of charges on me. What are we gonna do?"

"Well, son, since I am you father, I can't represent you, but I'll get a guy from my firm. They've given you a bail amount, right?"

"Yeah, $500,000, because of the amount and seriousness of the stuff."

"I'll bring the bail. See you in an hour."

His father, David Spence, a well-known lawyer, was soon on his way to the precinct. Upon arrival, David asked the desk staff where his son, Aaron Spence was. He was asked if he was the one paying the bail. He answered "Yes." He then paid the said amount by check, and was shown to his son. Without looking up, Aaron got his ass up and followed his father out of the building, and to his Porsche Cayenne SUV.

As they started on I-75, David began, "Aaron, do you understand the full repercussions of your actions?"

"Yeah."

"And knowing you, you don't care that you killed a young woman, and destroyed three cars, do you? You want your influential father to get you out of this, am I right?"

"Well...yeah...I can't go to jail."

"Well, son, you know that I will most likely get you out of jail time, but the fines will be stiff. People will not be fond of you for getting off with such a bad crime." David hoped his son would see the wrongness in this, but he could assure himself that that wasn't happening.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Aaron was excited about the prospects of being scott-free.

They continued home, where Aaron immediately saw his empty garage spot, that once contained his beautiful 2000 Honda Civic Si. "Shit, losing that girl was bad, but my fucking Civic?" There was no better in Orlando, or possibly anywhere. "Man. I gotta get me another car tomorrow. I'll have dad cut me a check. Well, let me get to my fucking bed, for the first time in months." He slept on his bed for the first time in months, and drifted into the most bothersome sleep he'd ever have.

"What the fuck..." gasped Aaron. "That fuckin' dream, it was like Ami was talking to me, that's some fucking crazy ass shit, that kinda shit just don't fuckin' happen."

Aaron drifted off once again, visualizing Ami's sweet face saying she liked him. "That same crazy ass shit! Alright, I'm up for the night, fuck this shit." He then thought about those blooming feelings that she had, and that he seemed to be having. This night was torment. How could he think such cold, uncaring thoughts about this sweet girl, who lit up whatever room she was in, and the spirits of those that was in there(at least she seemed to at the park). He'd been up for about two weeks, and hadn't even so much as checked on her family, especially being at fault, and not having much trauma to himself. He had conflicting thoughts, some saying 'just worry about your self', and some saying otherwise.

In the morning, Aaron got ready and dressed, being smug that he'd survived that accident, and kept his extraordinary looks, although his musculature had minimal suffering, due to his two month hiatus. He was going to be getting himself a new car this afternoon, to cope with the loss of his baby, his Civic Si.

"This shit is going to be off the chizzain," exclaimed Aaron. "That petition for restored driving privileges was granted, and I need a new baby." He and his dad were soon out.

"Where is it that you want to go?"

"Mitsubishi," replied Aaron, thinking of the new car he already knew he wanted.

They arrived at the Mitsubishi dealer. Aaron stepped out of his father's Saab 9-3 Viggen Wagon. "Welcome to Orlando Mitsubishi, I'm Thomas Simpson, can I help you today," said a twenty-something man with sandy hair, and well defined features. Looked to be born for the job.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a nice sporty car," replied Aaron.

"OK, There are new Eclipse GT's, Lancer Ralli Art's, and some older Eclipse GS's around here. We have a few Honda trade in's. Preludes, and one Integra Type R, I think we have some Integra GSR's, and a few Subaru WRX's."

"Ain't you forgetting something?" Aaron said rudely. "Something VERY new."

"Ahh...uhh...right, Lancer Evolution VIII." He pointed to the car with the large rear spoiler.

"That's what I was thinking about," he smirked.

"Uh...OK, let's see if we can get financing on that Evo 8."

"That won't be nessesary," David cut in. "I can cut a check, here and now, and since it happens to be early, it can clear quickly."

"Well, I need to drive it first, so get the keys, Sparky," Aaron said cockily.

The three men later stepped onto the small red sedan. "By the way, I'm Aaron Spence, and this is my father, David, a well known lawyer."

"OK, Aaron, this is a very powerful car, so you know what you're getting into," Thomas warned.

"I know all about this car. 271 horsepower, all wheel drive, factory turbo." Aaron wasn't worried about 271 horses, he just had a car that saw as much as 780 HP on a dyno run.

"You do your studying."

"Yep, now I'm gonna do some driving."

They all soon found out just how fast the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII was, thanks to Aaron. Aaron also realized that his accident had not cured his need for speed, and that he was over his Civic Si, and yes, even Ami. They arrived back at the dealer, with David and Thomas's hearts beating out of their chests. "I want this car," A satisfied Aaron said.

"What!!!" Aaron spotted another car in the showroom. "That's a Camaro ZL-1!!! It can't be, that was a show car."

"This was custom built by a baby-boomer to match the ZL-1 concept. It was traded in for a pair of Lancer Evolution VIII's. This car was built by a GM certified dealer, and carries warranty," Thomas explained to Aaron. "It matches the GM show car ZL-1 concept perfectly. But it goes beyond that. No carburetor, this is injected, turbo-charged, supercharged, and has a 300-shot of NOS(brand)."

"So, that means the 0-60 of the car sitting here is 2.6 seconds, and it is fully streetable?" Aaron inquired.

"When it was 'stock', sure, it had 1000 horses, now it's about twice that. You wanna try me."

"Yeah, let's do," Aaron grinned.

"I'm going to guess you can cover any damages that may be incurred on a drive of such a car?"

"Well, duh. Father? Lawyer? Spence?" Aaron answered.

After confirming that this Camaro was in fact all it was cracked up to be, Aaron decided he'd leave the rice alone, and get this twin-charged(turbo and super) 572 cubic inch big block muscle car. Later they were in the dealership's lobby, awaiting the clearing of the $80,599.73 check.

"It's all ready. and everything is taken care of, and your new ZL-1 is ready, just let me clean it off. The title has been transferred, and here is the warranty info, ownership manual, title, and keys. Thank you Mister Spence, both, and thank you again. Have fun."

"Thanks, Sparky."

As they left, now in separate cars, and heading separate ways, Thomas looked thoughtfully, thinking, 'Yes, thanks to them, and my commission, I've made $7,500, all before noon. I love this job.'

After having a full day showing off his red, loud, and fast Camaro ZL-1, and even having been gutsy enough to race with it, so soon after that accident, Aaron was beat. Putting the keys on his nightstand, he got ready for the shower. Giving himself a look-over, the thought, 'How do I do it?! Heh, heh.' He then proceeded to get into the shower. He was soon finding himself tired, and said, "Fuck it, I'm gonna lay it down," as he thought about returning to work tomorrow, and his court date on the 15th.

"Ami...what is it?"

"Aaron..."

"That sweet voice...Ami...Where are you?!"

"Aaronnn..."

"Hey, what the fuck was that shit? That bitch is dead. I didn't love her, I can't be thinking about that shit, goddamnit," Aaron said to calm himself. "As nice as she was, she is just a fucking memory. Hah."

He returned to a tossing and turning filled slumber.

He again was up early, and felt compelled to do something, but what? He went ahead and got ready for work, although it was 7:00 am, and he had three hours to spare. Aaron grabbed his keys and headed to his new car. "Look at that odometer!" he said to himself, reading that the car has 127 miles, all put there by him yesterday.

Two similar days passed, and this was now the morning of his court date. With the help of his father's firm, he copped out a reduced sentence of 2 years non-supervised probation, and $175,000, which was less than his bail had been. Ami's father had been there, and could not believe this travesty. He was not getting jail time, and was actually getting money back. His sweet daughter was KILLED because this young black punk was street racing on the busiest street in Orlando, and there was no real punishment? This was disheartening. However, thoughts begin to spring to Mr. Yamamoto's head.

Aaron had again had a bad sleep, knowing full well that his punishment was too light. This was Saturday, and he once again was compelled to do something, but once again he didn't know what it was. He was out cruising again, and found himself in a strange neighborhood. He recognized this house that he absent mindedly parked in front of. It was Ami's house.

"Why the fuck did I come to this mothafucka?" he said, while going to the door. He was about to knock, when the door opened. Standing in front of Aaron was Mr. Yamamoto, Ami's father, who Aaron didn't like.

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"Young Spence."

"Yeah..."

"Come in...and take your shoes off."

Aaron found himself in Ami's house, sitting on the couch, and shoeless. He watched the Japanese man go into his kitchen, and thought about why was he here? This time in the morning? And why was he invited in as though he was expected? The man stepped back in the room, and was carrying a tea cup on top of a small saucer.

"Tea," Yamamoto said, not really asking, but rather telling.

"I don't drink that stuff," Aaron said sharply.

"But I insist."

"Alright, I'll drink the tea."

He sipped the tea, noting a funny taste. "This shi...stuff ain't gonna kill me me is it?"

"No, young Spence," he softly replied. "And give you death like you gave my daughter? No, I would never."

"Ha ha..." he said "Very funny old guy."

"You talk this way to someone in their own home?"

"Yeah, and what about it."

"How can you, or anyone be this way?"

"Look, man, I don't know. I just am...and I don't know why I came here. I just..."

"Was drawn to our abode...?"

Aaron was puzzled, but appeared unshaken.

"Instead of gettin' all mad and shit, why don't you just make another one? You might be young enough."

"Another what...?"

"Another kid. Ha ha ha ha," Aaron continued, "Hey, you weren't the only loser, I lost my Honda Civic Si in that accident, and that car was worth more than a human life."

"EMOTIONLESS KID!!! Well, for your information, I am doing just that. You see that urn? That is Ami!!! You black bastard!!! That is all that is left of her... When I laid eyes upon you, I could see trouble...you are arrogant, and think you can have your way with any situation..., and you, young one, have not been punished, and will be very soon. Soon you willl be in a situation that you cannot control."

"Ha. If you're looking for sympathy... It's in the dictionary between shit, and syphillis." He thought about what was said, and the tone it was said in. "You racist bitch, is that a threat?" Aaron demanded.

"I am racist, only against one who murders my daughter, and shows no remorse. And it's a promise, young Spence."

"I didn't kill her, her body was crushed by an interior panel, therefore she was killed by the car, not me. It ain't on my shoulders. Besides, no one talks to me this way, I will beat your old ass!!!" With that, Aaron went to use his refined fighting skills. His left punch was countered, and he saw a kick come that he was able to counter. When Aaron came with his right punch, he was dropped on the spot.

Aaron found himself in his car, with his shoes next to him in the passenger seat. He went to work in pain, thinking about having gotten his ass kicked by an old man.

"You don't look too hot," noticed Matt, who was Aaron's co-worker. Girls loved him, as much as they loved Aaron.

"Rough night..." he weakly replied.

"Yeah," Matt said, not wanting to go any further and piss Aaron off.

They went about the days work, as usual. Eyeing a few chicks, here and there. Aaron couldn't shake these thoughts. He had been the biggest asshole in the world, in the house of the parents of the girl that died because of his mistake. 'At least I didn't go to jail...' he thought, trying to console himself. At 7:30 pm, he looked to Matt, and said, "Hey, man, go ahead and get out of here. I'm closing up at 8:00." Matt went ahead and left. A half hour later, Aaron left, and went straight home.

Upon arriving at home, Aaron didn't didn't even change out of his Nextel shirt. He was beat, and had to overcome this bad gnawing feeling that had been going on since he awoke in his car. He started thinking about the girl who was dead, thanks to him, and those conflicting feelings came back. "Damn, Ami was a good girl, and she didn't deserve what I gave her..." Aaron drifted to sleep.

Aaron suddenly woke, in extreme discomfort. "Huuuhhh huhhhh hhh... what the ffffuckk?!?! I'm covered in sweat!!! I haven't thought about Ami tonight, but what the fuck? I feel weak, and I'm cold as shit...Goddamnit what the fuck?!?!?!"

Aaron awoke at 8:45 that morning, not rested, from that horrible sleep. He went to his bathroom to get ready. Even though he was half asleep, he noticed some strange things. His muscles...he knows that they were atrophied from the accident, but they hadn't been this weak looking, not just yesterday. "Well, goddamnit, I gotta hit the fucking iron," Aaron said, while getting ready, "But, that sweatin' and that gnawing shit, from yesterday, that shit was crazy as fuck. And that pain is still here." He finished getting ready, and was soon out the door.

"Hey, is zat a SS?" called out the stocky teen, next to Aaron, while at the red light.

"ZL-1, and it's not stock, and I suppose that is the Lancer Evo?"

"Yeah, it is." Then he continued, "How bout it, just for fun? My Lancer Evolution versus your Camaro."

"Hey, you know that's a waste of time, right? But if you want to..."

After the brief stoplight race, Aaron found himself at work. He normally didn't work on Sunday, but he wanted more car parts, and dad wasn't buying anything this time. "Hey, Aaron, what's up? Man you look sick," Matt said inquiringly.

"It ain't nothin', I'm good, man." Aaron looked down.

"Sure about that?"

"What I say!!!"

"Whatever, dude." They began the day like any other. Of course this being Sunday, business was lax, but whatever. The mall closed at 5:00 pm on Sunday, so they were soon heading home.

On the way home, Aaron realized, that he hadn't hung out with any of his boys since he came back. He decided to go to Devon's house. Devon was surprised to see Aaron. "Yo, dog, what the fuck's up?" greeted Devon, who's nickname was "R.Kel" because of his likeness to R. Kelly.

"Shit, you know what I'm sayin'. Still pissin' on bitches, R.Kel?" Aaron joked.

"Fuck you nigga." Devon laughed, then continued, "Yo, man, I heard about that shit that happened. That's some fucked up ass shit."

"Fuck yeah." Aaron finished, "That shit is over, fuck it."

"Aye, man, you cool? You look fucked up." Devon noticed his friend's sickly looks, as compared to the robustness that Aaron had always had.

"Yeah, I'm good. I guess it was all that bullshit..." he vaguely answered.

They hung out, and got drunk. Soon they were to be enjoying the company of some nice females. "Whaaatt!!! my goddamned dick!!! that shit wont work!!!" Aaron sceamed hysterically.

"Come on, man, it's because you fucked up," said a drunken Devon.

"Nigga, I got to get the fuck up outta this piece!!!! I don't get fucked up off yo bullshit ass weed, I know something is fucked up!!!" With that, Aaron sped home as quickly as his Camaro ZL-1 would take him, which was quick...

"What the fuck is this shit?! My dick, that shit is smaller! Hold the fuck up, I'm smaller!!!? That can't be...mothafuckas don't just shrink, maybe I am too fucked up. Time to lay it down." Aaron went to sleep, hoping that this would be over when he got up.

Aaron got up Monday morning feeling a total differentness about himself. He actually was smaller, and shorter, he also noticed that he was lighter of skin color than earlier before, but definitely still black. He had noticed that he didn't wake up with his morning wood, but his dick wasn't actually smaller. It was still the 12 limp inches he'd had before. In fact, when he held it, it seemed bigger in his hands. As he put on his fresh clothes for work, they didn't seem to fit him, as if they had gotten stretched. "What the fuck" he said angrily, "It's like I'm reversing my goddamned pubes'. I can swear that I'm getting all small and shit."

Later, Aaron found himself at work. "What's UP!" Aaron tried to say, as his voice cracked.

"Yo, man," Matt said "You look even different from yesterday, and you don't sound like Aaron."

"I don't fucking know what's going on with this shit."

"So, you aren't denying it today, huh?"

"Man, look at this shit, Matt, anyone that knows me can tell some differences."

"You ain't lyin'." Then Matt continued, "You seen a doctor, yet?"

"Why, so they can tell me I got AIDS-2, or some crazy unheard of shit like that? Hell no!" Aaron half joked.

"Your parents seen anything yet?"

"I don't even see their asses, when I'm up, they're gone, when I come back, they're sleep. So, they ain't seen shit. It doesn't matter, it'll go away, and I'll be back to kicking ass." Aaron wanted to believe this statement, but somehow in his own heart, he didn't.

The day's activities went uneventful. Aaron and Matt closed up shop, and were soon heading away from the mall.

"See ya, Aaron, you cocky ass fucker!!!" said Matt jokingly as he went to his car.

"Peace, you faggot ass bitch!!!" answered Aaron, in a voice that was even higher than today's already high pitch.

Matt had gotten into his LS6 swapped 2002 Pontiac Trans Am Ram Air WS6, and had driven off. Aaron had always liked Matt's car, it had the 350 small block Corvette Z06 engine, with full modifications, its brakes, and suspension were from the Z06, all in a better looking package than the hardtop C5 Vette bodystyle. Aaron also couldn't complain about its color, as it was painted in Honda's Electron Blue Pearl, and wore lighweight Japanese forged wheels from Volk, called CE28N.

Aaron wanted to say something to himself, to convince him that that voice was a fluke. "I am Aaron Spence."

He was surprised "Oh no, that shit was me! I sound like...like...a... kid!!!!"

He then tried to deepen his voice, the way kids do. "I'm Aaron Spence." And it sounded just like that... a kid trying to make his voice sound lower. "Oh fucking god, What the fuck!!!!! What is this, and WWHHHYYYYY?" He sulked for a while before getting into his car. He needed to get home, and do it fast.

"Oh, shit," Aaron said, staring into his bathroom mirror "It's worse..." He was not even 6 feet tall anymore, his bodily features were more smooth. His six-pack stomach, which took hard work to get, didn't exist any more, the body builder's physique he worked for since the age of 13 was leaving him, fast. We wasn't even as tall, or muscular as he'd been at 15 years old. "What is going the fuck on??...GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!! I'm turning into a fuckin' kid! ---"

"What- The- Fuck..." Aaron couldn't believe his eyes, or yet heightening voice. Since sleeping, he'd become shorter, of smaller stature, grown a few shades lighter, and his chest didn't look right. His nipples were quite big, sticking out about a good inch, or so, and they had more girth. This was bad, because they weren't even erect. His areolae were also stretched out. Thank goodness, nothing else swelled. He just had to look down.

"My dick, it's still big. Thank goodness." He continued, "but my legs!? where are my goddamned muscles!!! I look even more like a kid... Damnit, damnit, damnit, fuck, fuck, fuck, SON OF A BITCH!!!!! I might have to talk to my parents, maybe their asses can help. I don't want to go to work, but fuck it, I need the money."

Aaron knew today that he'd even need to get some new work clothes, because this looked ridiculous, his now small frame, allowing his clothes to hang off. He also noticed how that gnawing feeling never let up since it began on Saturday. He finally saw his face, and nothing changed there. With that giving him a slight uplift, he got ready.

Well, not feeling as enthusiastic as usual when driving, Aaron drove calmly this day. He saw a goldish R34 Nissan Skyline GT-R, at the same stop light he'd had began his tragic race.

"Shit, that is the fucking holy mother of cars!" he said, with his kiddy voice. He approached the light, getting in the opposite lane, rolling down the window. After seeing this car, he hadn't thought about his bodily problems, why? Street racing was his being, and having the chance to race a Skyline, the Japanese-only market car, was the chance of a lifetime.

"Aye man, that's some nice ass shit, that a V Spec?" The Asian guy, whose hair was frosted, appeared to look otherwise typical "Import Lover", lowered his black shades, and looked at the Camaro, saying, "Damn, kid, mommy got you a Camaro SS!? What're you, dude, like 15?"

"15?!, 15?!, I'm mothafuckin' 19 years old, man!" Aaron was angered by the remark.

"My bad, dog, but to answer that question, M Spec Nürburgring Edition."

"Where you get that shit?"

"Imported through MotoRex, and shipped here."

Aaron nodded. "Tight. So, I think we should do this shit, right here."

"Sounds fun, dude, at the green!" The new guy now nodded.

The light turns green. They are off in their testoserone powered fury. They both rowed through their gears as only seasoned street racers can. As fast as the Skyline is, this Camaro was already ahead by two car-lengths. "Fuck yeah," Aaron yelled as the Camaro was still pushing forward. They approached the intersection that the accident happened. As he got closer, he saw a flash...

He saw an apparition, it was Ami. She appeared to look directly into his soul, from the intersection.

"But...Aaron, I liked you...and I thought you liked me too..."

"Ami!!!...Is that you?!...You're dead. Fucking dead, I won't believe..."

Just like that, he passed through the intersection, at 180 MPH. Still going, he remembered that crazy happening, but it seemed to be in the backburner of his mind. The car he was racing was very far behind, indicating his victory. They both slowed, with the Skyline far behind. Once they stopped at the next red, he once again pulled up next to the Skyline.

"I should have known by those drag tires, and crazy ass idle you got, so what you got done to that?" The Asian guy asked, surprised that his Skyline got beaten.

"What you got on yours?" Aaron wanted to know before dropping his bomb.

"Single turbo upgrade, a Nismo reworked head, and 2.8 stroker kit, HKS 272 cams, and full 3 inch exhaust, nitrous, the works."

"What's that sumbitch pushin'?"

"On low boost, about 550, on full boost 730, and full boost with nitrous about 850 horsepower."

"Well, my new baby is powered by a 572 big block Chevy. It's a ZL-1 replica. started off at 1000 HP, but the only things, is that they took the carbs off, added Edlebrock fuel injection, with twin HKS turbos, a Vortech superchager, reground the cam for forced induction, and I got a 300 shot of nitrous. There's more, so, that's about 2100 total horsepower."

"That is crazy as hell!! 2100 horses!"

"This is a purpose made drag car, that you can drive around. Yeah, I used to have a Civic Si with a 600-800 horse Integra Type R motor, right hand drive."

"So, that makes you Aaron Spence. That was a nice ass car."

"How do you know about me?!"

"You totaled that car, right back there, didn't you? That shit was in the papers, on the news, and in the circles of street racers. Your car was sold for $500 at the auction, although it wasn't much of a car left, by the pics of it."

"Is that right?"

"Hey, man, you don't look like the Aaron Spence I saw pictures of. I guess it's true what they say, the camera makes ya look different."

"I guess..."

"Hey, the goddamned light is green!!!!" barked a motorist. "Get a fucking move on!!!"

"Peace," the Asian guy said, nodding off to Aaron.

Aaron nodded his head, and took off as well. "I didn't catch his damn name," he said aloud. He then reflected on the bizarre occurrance that happened a minute ago, and also the remarks of the guy he had just raced. "Kid?" he wondered, "15 years old? What the fuck?" The race had taken his mind off of his seemingly mounting problems, but now, they were back to the forefront. "What the fucking hell is happening? This shit just doesn't happen, and I've seen enough Discovery Channel, and shit like that, and ain't no one ever had some shit that makes 'em get younger. I ain't even as manly as I was at 15." He noticed that he still had a pain that was all over, and that it hasn't let up since it began on Saturday. "This is some fuckin' weird ass shit." He finished driving to work, less enthusiastically, thinking about all of these things. "Could it be some bitch that I fucked?" He had to do something, but what?

Aaron went to the Nextel booth, to start his work day, and he wondered "What is this mothafuckin' dude Matt gonna say today?" He definitely changed even more than yesterday, and even sounded pre-pubescent. He saw Matt ascend up the escalator, and walk to the cell phone booth.

"Hey, man, something is definitely wrong with your ass, dude. You look short as hell, and you are lighter, I didn't think black people could get lighter, except like, Michael Jackson." He finished with a laugh, trying to lighten things.

"Michael Jackson ain't never had no disease, his ass has been getting bleached."

"So that's what you're doing?" Matt asked jokingly.

"Fuck no, I love being a big, cocky, mean fucking BLACK son of a bitch! I wouldn't have that shit otherwise." He thought about how ironic that statement sounded with his looks. "I bask in the glory of being able to beat anyone's ass, and fuck anyone's bitch."

"Yeah, I guess you do." Matt always thought that Aaron was too much.

"Yeah, I do."

"Hey man, you've been sounding like a kid today."

"Wow, you can state the obvious," Aaron flatly said.

"All that cocky shit aside, dude, you need help. It's not everyday that you see a big black dude go from, like 6' 6", and shrivel to my eye level, which is like 5'9", or go from baritones to a childish voice, and get all skinny like that. That just doesn't happen, not by any medical explanation."

"I know that shit, I was thinking about the same shit. My clothes are too big, I have to move the seat up in my car, and all this crazy ass shit."

"Any other shit been happening, man?"

"Naw, just this shit you see," Aaron answered, thinking about his chest, which obviously he wasn't saying anything about.

"I don't know what to say, dude."

"Then let's not. We need to get the day's work taken care of anyway."

"Yeah," Matt responded.

The day went smoothly, until a particular customer came along. This customer was a breathtaking woman. Aaron had remembered activating the woman's phone. She was a sight, a tall 5'10'' woman, with shoulder length blonde hair, a face like Christina Applegate from 1992, nice perky 'B' cups, and a nice heart shaped behind from the back, and a nice camel toe from the front, indicating she had a nice fat set of lips. Aaron saw that she was dressed like a casual mall go-er, but he remembered her being dressed to kill the first time he ever saw her. They had some conversation, and exchanged numbers at the time, though they'd only talked once, and that was before the accident.

"Excuse me."

"How can I help you, Rebecca," Aaron answered.

"Just how do you know my name?" she asked, puzzled.

"We talked, I'm Aaron."

"I'm sorry, but you're not the Aaron I remember." Had she talked to this kid before?

"It's me."

"Come on kid, I see some resemblance, but you're not Aaron Spence. I'm a pretty tall woman, and he towered over me, not to mention that hot body he had, you have neither. You're even lighter in color than he was. Not him, kid."

"Alright, how could I know your name, and mine, if I wasn't Aaron? I remembered getting your number when I activated your damn phone, and we talked once, on the phone. Just how would I know this shit?"

Rebecca gasped "...Aaron..., but how? That can't be the Aaron I was talking to."

"This is Aaron Spence," cut in Matt.

"Aaron...you've..."

"Changed a little, I noticed myself. Hey, don't worry, we were makin' plans, let's make some more. Don't worry, I've gotten smaller, but my equipment hasn't," He said rudely and cockily.

"So you expect me to be a cradle robber?" she said, mocking sexual tones.

"Didn't I tell your ass that I'm Aaron. I'm still 19," Aaron lit up.

"I was just messing. So, suppose that I believe that you're Aaron, what do we do?"

"Shit, I'll call you up tonight, I still have that number," Aaron said, beginning to feel the beginnings of something good. Really good.

"OK, but you still need to convince me that you're the big strong sexy black guy that I remember talking to, and kid, if you're really a kid, you're grass," she said playfully. "OK, I think I came in here for a case for my phone..."

They finished the transaction, and the rest of the day. At 9:00 pm, they closed up shop, and once again headed out to their cars. "Alright, Aaron!" Matt said.

"Alright, then."

"Hey, Aaron, I hope that blonde gives you the pussy, cause you need it dude."

"Fuck you, man." Aaron waved a salute.

Aaron got into his car, again needing to change the seat position. He went straight home, so he could see his parents. He pulled in, and parked in the spot that was once reserved for his Civic Si. He entered the house, and went to the master bedroom. "KNOCK KNOCK"

"Who is it?"

"Me, Aaron." "I need to see y'all."

The door opened. His parents were standing there. "So, what do you want...WHAT, AARON?!!?"

"Yeah, I know."

"You...you look..."

"Different. I don't know what goin' on with this mess. I've had this tingling all over since Saturday, and that's when all this stuff started happenin'. Dreams, cold sweats, the changing features..."

"You sound...so..."

"Like a goddamned KID. I know." Aaron shook his head.

"I...I don't know what to say, Aaron," his mother gasped.

"I already determined this isn't a disease, and I don't know of any physical problems that could make this happen. I seem to be turning back into a kid. A kid."

"You don't want to see a doctor?" his father asked.

"Not happening, those are just places of bad news."

"This perturbs me, my son, who was 6' 6'' and worked out feverishly, now smaller than his younger sister, and almost as short...I, myself am at a loss for words." his father stated.

"We don't make you do anything you don't want to do, but you really should get yourself to the hospital, Aaron." Theresa continued, "You almost don't look like my son." She was soon crying on David's arm.

"You see that your mother is worried, Aaron, you owe this to her."

"OK, I'll give this a few days to go away, and if it's not getting better, I'll do what you wish." He then looked at his mother, not doing so out of care, but obligation, and said, "Nothings' going to happen, and I love you."

Aaron hated using those words. He did love his family, but he was too much of a man for this sappy stuff.

"I love you too, Aaron," she said, wiping a tear away.

"Son, you get out of this..."

"Alright, you two go back bed, sorry to bother y'all, see you later."

His parent were in their room thinking about what they saw. Their son was not the big, strong, tower of a young man he had been. He was a frail, skinny kid. They talked about it amongst themselves, and decided, they'd look at the Internet, and find articles, and such.

"Our son, David."

"I know, I saw it too, Theresa."

Aaron was in his room, thinking about this crazy stuff. He didn't want to even take his clothes off. He'd figured out that thus far, he'd get some subtle changes during the day, nothing readily visible, and he'd get some major changes at night. Just like puberty, in reverse. Aaron hated this idea, because he didn't like to be smaller, weaker, or have anything to do with the meek. He basked in his physical dominance. And to have anything less, was "imperfect".

"Well, I guess I gotta see what bullshit happened to me today." Aaron sighed, getting ready for the shower. "Shit!!! Aaron said wide eyed, looking at his chest. He appeared to have "Bitch Tits", as he and his old weightlifting buddies called it, or gynecomastia. He was even skinnier, and and his hips appeared to flare out.

"Oh. Fucking. Shit," he said, oblivious to his bottom half, "I got bitch tits!!! I made fun of the mothafuckas in gym who had that shit, now I have it?!!? This shit is ridiculous! It'll go away, it'll go away, damn well better go away."

Aaron got in the shower, noticing that he was more sensitive to the touch of his towels. His nipples hardened as the towel went over his chest.

"Man, if somebody sees this shit..." He looked down to see his dick, which was still the same size. "Thank goodness!" It looked even bigger on this smaller body. While looking down, he realized that there was hair in the tub. "All of my hair?" Aaron lamented, "Even my fucking waves that I sported?" Yes, all of Aaron's hair was gone, ALL of it. "This is just great." Aaron was soon asleep.

Aaron was awakened by intense pain. He had enough wits to look at the clock, which flashed 3:16 am. "Whaa..." He was racked with more intense pain, pain which came from his lower extremities. The pain was so intense, he couldn't even scream. He soon was passed out due to the pain.

Aaron awoke a few hours later. "Huuuhhh, huuuhh," Aaron gasped. "That wa..." He shrieked, "My voice... it sounds like a...NO!"

He couldn't say it. "I am Aaron Spence, I AM AARON SPENCE," he said, trying to sound deeper, but instead of sounding like a kid making his voice lower, as he did yesterday, he sounded like girl trying to do the same thing. "Oh shit, I really do sound like a...bitch, it's worse than yesterday." After this revelation, he finally looked down at his body.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! I LOOK GODDAMNED WHITE!!!" he said looking at his now even skinnier, hairless arm. Aaron had to see his body in full view, despite being scared of what he would find. He stood in front of his body mirror, eyes closed. "1, 2, 3." Aaron looked at the image in the mirror. "But how..." He cringed at the image. He saw a freak. He saw his own face, but with thin hair on his eye brows, and stubble on his scalp, which apparently grew last night, since he was bald everywhere. His face was "olive" colored, as was the rest of his body. He already missed his goatee. His little "Bitch Tits" had grown into a definite female shape, about very, very small "B" cup. He looked lower, noticing his hips, and legs.

"I'm shaped like a goddamned teenage girl, a white looking teenaged girl, a white looking teenage girl with a big dick. God, please give me the answer!!!!! I am Aaron Spence, 6'6", 200 pounds of pure MUSCLE, and most importantly, BLACK!!!" he demanded. That's not what the image he saw said. It was Aaron's face, sans goatee, but not much else.

Aaron pondered on going to work, but since, there was 2 workers, and he was the lead, he did need to go. "At least being the manager, I don't answer to anyone, and Matt has already seen changes, so fuck it," he said with his girls voice. "I need to make sure I don't talk to anyone, I can hide this goddamned body, but not this voice, and this voice does not go to my face." He didn't have any clothes fitting his new size. "I stocked some shirts in the botton drawer, should be at least one small enough." He was out the door after eating a quick breakfast.

'I really wish I knew what the fuck was going on,' Aaron thought, while sliding into his Chevy Camaro. He noticed that he could merely slide in, as opposed to swinging in, and he knew, by logic, that he'd have to slide the seat up even further, which he did. "At first, I thought I was turning into a kid, now, my body... it looks like a girl's," Aaron said calmly, as he was beyond being shocked anymore. As he was driving on International Boulevard, he saw the Nissan from yesterday. "Shit, I'd love to race his ass, and possibly talk for a minute, but that ain't happening." Aaron's Camaro approached the Skyline. "Hey, Aaron, what's up, man."

Aaron couldn't talk, so he motioned to his neck, which was skinny beyond belief.

"You can't talk, eh?"

Aaron shook his head "No".

"Hey, man, You look a little different, pale...I don't know..."

Aaron shrugged gesturing, "I don't know."

"Hey, you wanna try it again?" the Asian asked.

Aaron shook his head "No", and they were both soon off. Against a 850 horse GT-R, he wouldn't ever back down, but today's trip to work, was for reflection, not racing. He eventually reached the mall, and headed to his booth. "Damn, dude!" Matt said, looking down at Aaron.

"Shit, Matt, I knew I got smaller, but I ain't had nobody to compare myself to, goddamn! You must be, like, a half foot taller than me!!"

"Aw, dude...you can't be no more 5'3", you sound like a girl, and let me see..." He gave Aaron a tittie twister. His hand was smacked off...

"GODDAMNIT, YOU FUCKIN' SON OF A BITCH !!!!! YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, I WILL FUCK YOU UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!" He added, "WHITE MOTHERFUCKER"

"Damn, man, you usually got something up your ass like every fuckin' day, but damn!"

"Look, fuckin' ass clown, more shit is going on. I do sound like a girl, and yes for the love of the fucking holy, I have grown some goddamned tits," Aaron cried. "I don't need YOUR ass reminding me that I have fucking tits like some bitch!!!!"

"Look, man, I didn't know it was all like that, plus, you seemed to be taking this shit pretty good."

"You know how I am, I don't show shit. This shit is affecting me...I don't know...I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYTHING IS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!! I am Aaron Spence... I am Aaron Spence, strong, powerful, and feared!"

"Man, just leave me the keys, I'll run the shop, and close up early, at about 8:00. Go ahead. I'll stop by your house before work tomorrow, or something. Alright?"

"You know what, you ain't half bad, I think I will leave, thanks."

Aaron gave Matt the keys, and left, thankful that the mall was still in pre-open, and no one heard his girlish sounding rant.

"I got some shit to do" Aaron proclaimed, getting into his car. "I ain't beat nobody's ass in a good minute, so that's what I'm gonna do." He chuckled at the thought. "I am Aaron Spence, known for beating ass, and that hasn't changed. Ha ha ha ha!!!!!!"

It was about 11:15 am, when Aaron pulled into the parking lot of the 7-Eleven. He had went to a "bad neighborhood", just to make sure that there would be someone ready to fight. He parked away from the store, making sure that his car was unlocked. Aaron spotted someone who looked "worthy", a black guy, looking slightly shorter than Aarons' old height, muscular, who had a well defined face, with the "obligatory" goatee, and hair cut short. It looked to Aaron as though he had his fighter. Moving away from his car, as to not let anyone see that it was his, he got closer. He stood in front of the guy.

"What you want, dude?" the man asked the funny looking person in front of him. Aaron just stood there.

"Aye, dude, if you don't wan't shit, raise up outta my way, mothafucka," the guy said flatly. Aaron pushed him in his chest.

"Oh, you little motherfucka, thas' what it's like, nigga?!" he readied for a fight. "Bring that shit, bitch!"

Aaron swung, landing square on the face. "You bitch ass nigga, that was 'sposed to hurt?!!?" Aaron felt a right come across his face. He shook it off, easily, and went for a left roundhouse kick. However, he was wobbly on that kick (not yet having had a situation that showed him his new center of balance), and was met with a gut check...

"SHIT!!!" Aaron yelled, this attack hurting much more than the attack to his face.

"What the fuck?!?" the guy yelled, and was met with with a 3-piece punch combo. The guy was angered by the well placed attacks, although not fazed. Aaron was on the attack, placing well laid out shots at the man. The man was able to catch Aaron with a left to the face, which didn't hurt, but was followed with a knee to the gut. "GODDAMN!!!" Aaron yelled, having been punched and kicked harder by more skilled fighters, but none of those attacks felt anything like this. The hits to his face didn't hurt, but the hits to his new body did, a lot.

"Hold, up, hold the fuck up!!!" the man said as a crowd was brewing. It consisted of mostly blacks, and Hispanics, but everybody was young. He noticed the voice of his opponent.. "You a bitch?!? I ain't fightin' no goddamn bitch."

"NO!! I ain't no goddamned bitch," Aaron yelled.

"Yeah, you ugly as hell, lookin like some goddamn man, but yo ass is a bitch, listen at ya, crazy ass bitch"

"I...I ain't...FUCK YOU, NIGGA!!!!!" Aaron went again to attack, being again unsteady, and missing. He was gutted for the third time.

"Agggghh!!, shit!!" Aaron knew he couldn't try to fight, his punches were too weak, and the precise balance needed for his kicks was compromised. He was done. He knew it.

"You know, me and my dudes over there..." the man said with a glint in his eyes. "Would let you go, IF you want to show us a good time..." Some of the people from the otherwise apathetic crowd walked torward to two. "So, was' it gone be?" the original man demanded.

"I'm trying to tell you that I ain't no fucking bitch..." He wanted to show them his large cock, showing them that he was a man, and better hung than them. This, however, would make him look like a freak, and a pervert.

"Your face is split to hell, but you good enough to run a train on." The man cracked a smile, as he would be first in the train.

"Whatever, mothafucka. That shit ain't happenin', I've fucked up better fighters than you."

"That ain't what it looked like to me, you stupid bitch." The man turned to his 'friends', "Take this bitches' shirt off, y'all."

About 4 men eased their way toward Aaron. He tensed, ready to fight some more. "Your graves, mothafuckas!" He then attacked wildly, holding them at bay for a minute, until he was grabbed by one of them.

"Hold her crazy ass, with all this goddamn trouble, we gettin' this shit!" One of the men attempted to pull the oversized shirt from Aaron's very small frame. He struggled, but he couldn't resist 8 hands that were each stronger than both of his.

"Wooo...boy! look at these titties! She got some a' them young titties!"

Aaron started to do what a girl in this situation would...cry. He noticed that his chest was even bigger since waking up. Bad, very bad. He was trapped by 5 men, outside, in mid day, with his breasts, yes, HIS BREASTS, exposed, with everyone looking, and none caring a single shit, but isn't that why he chose this place? How ironic! Some of the men was fondling his chest, causing his already large nipples to get hard.

"Look at them nipples, this bitch likes that shit, get her in my car."

Aaron was still being held and touched. Still being seen by everybody. His face, although hairless, and not black anymore, hadn't changed. While the face looked good on a muscular 6'6'' black man, it was hideous on a 5'3" olive colored feminine frame. He just sat motionless, defeated.

"This ugly ass bitch got a nice ass little body," one of the molesters commented.

Aaron tried clearing his head as more of him was exposed by the men. "I am Aaron Spence...I have beaten many asses, I take advantage of girls, not get taken advantage of!!!"

And with that thought came new vigor, and he kicked and scratched, and even bit arms to get away. His Nextel shirt was still being held when he tried to get away, and he was pounded on the back of the head. But with his head seemingly having more stamina than his frail body, it didn't hurt him, so he just relieved himself of the shirt, and ran, even with everybody looking. He was still Aaron, and didn't have any feminine modesty, so he quickly ran towards his red Camaro, full 'B' cup chest jiggling violently. He heard a few whistles, while scrambling for the keys.

"Get that goddamn bitch, y'all" the original man demanded. "Rip all them fuckin' clothes off," continuing, "bitch, when we done, yo ass is dead!"

They were in pursuit. Aaron approached the car, and fell in the unevenness of the grass in between the side walk and the street. His super sensitive skinny elbows, and breasts were scratched in the fumble, but looking up, he was at the door of his car. He got up real quick, and with the men closing fast, he opened the door, climbed in, hit the power locks, and slid over the console, and put in the key. The men were banging on the windows, screaming numerous obscenities. He hit the clutch, hit the gas, and hit first gear, and released the clutch, quickly, with the car doing a rear wheel burnout, sending smoke 30 feet high. He was gone...

Aaron drove away, as fast as possible. All his vulnerable crying from earlier had stopped, and was replaced by red hot fury. "I can't believe this shit!!!" The way he was helpless, getting beaten up, and even felt up, and nearly being "raped". If anybody was going to be in the position of power, it should be him!! "GODDAMNIT!!! THOSE NIGGAS EMBARRASED ME LIKE I AIN'T NEVER BEEN!!!! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!!!! I WAS WEAK!!!! ME!?!? WEAK!?!? I AM THE GODDAMN DEFINITION OF FUCKING POWER!!!!! ME!!, AARON SPENCE!!!! he declared, while doing 195 MPH in a 55, and mad as a angry black man can get. He headed home, not caring about racing, confronting anyone, getting pulled over, nor being shirtless.

He made it home in record time. There were quite a few wide-eyed stares, funny looks, and gestures made to him. All they saw was a pair of nice tits on an ugly chick in a hot car. He decided to go home. He was off for the rest of the day, and with the day's events, and his looks, he didn't think about going anywhere else. It was about 12:20 pm when he got home. He ran into the house as quickly as he could. No one was there, and it was a good relief.

"I haven't even seen a goddamn movie as crazy as the shit happenin' to me," he sighed. "I'm getting in the goddamned shower, no, bath, I need the damn release anyway." He took off his pants and underwear. "My dick still bigger than all those mothafuckas," he smirked. He got in his tub and soaked.

"This shit can't be real," he said. "If I hadn't lived it, I wouldn't believe this shit." He tried to rationalize the situation. "OK, I, a 6 foot 6, built, dark, and handsome black man, now, more than a foot shorter, very skinny, much lighter, and I have the bodily shape of an early high school girl."

He continued, "There has been that feeling I had since after I got my ass beat Saturday. There is that pain I had when I was sleep, and after I woke I looked like this...a freak." He further pondered on what was happening to him. "And even with all this shit, I still look like me, in the face, I can't understand it. This body, from my point of view, is the body of a girl I'd fuck, but why in the hell am I wearing it? I can't tell my parents anymore, and shouldn't have said shit, anyway. I'm gonna leave before they get here, then I'll be back later, their asses'll make me go to the emergency room if they see this shit. Me, in the emergency room, a grown man, with the shape of a 15 year old chick? Try explaining that shit," Aaron thought aloud. "They'd have a damn field day at my fucking expense." He reflected on that scuffle he had. "If I was a bitch, that shit woulda fucked my mind up, but it's some goddamned history to me." He then remembered the assault they were beginning. "My...THIS body responded to them, and they even commented on that shit." That was Aaron's single worst situation ever. He continued to soak in his tub, in a very deep thought mode.

"This bitches' nipples are getting hard, she likes that shit..."

"This bitches' nipples..."

"This bitch..."

"She likes that shit..."

"She..."

When he was out of the tub, and dressed again, he decided to play some PlayStation 2. "I ain't played this in a while, let me find my Marvel 2." He looked in his DVD bin, and right next to 2 Fast 2 Furious, was his home console version of Marvel VS Capcom 2. He turned on the PS2, the flat panel TV, and the stereo, and began to play. "Boy, you can't fuck with the AHVB!!" he proclaimed as his Cable used the air "Hyper Viper Beam". "I forgot how fun practice in this shit was!"

It was soon 3:00 pm, so Aaron put his game away and left before Jade, his sister got home from school. "She'd probably think it was some kinda attacker." With that, Aaron was gone.

"I had made those plans to see Becky, and shit, but I don't know about that shit now. She can tell who I am by my face, and I might even be able to explain the lightness, and the hair, but what if she wants to fuck, I mean, I still got my big ass dick, and shit, but this body ain't nothin' that can be explained, hell my tits are bigger than hers, and I'm smaller than her, this shit is still crazy. But damn, I could use some fuckin' pussy now." He hyped himself up, just enough to want to see Rebecca.

Aaron decided "What the fuck, I'm goin' to that bitch's house anyway." An hour later, he was in Daytona Beach, where Rebecca lived. It was a nice big ranch styled house, with a multi car garage, him, being Aaron took special note of the cars. "A Porsche 911 GT3, a BMW M3 Dinan, ooh, shit! Toyota Supra!! Looks like it's innercooled, I see Baer (yes, Baer) big brakes, damn, that's a nice ass mothafucka..." He was over-joyed, until realizing he said that with his cutesy girl's voice. He rang the doorbell, and nearly instantly, the door was open, with Rebecca standing there.

"Aaron?!?" Rebecca gasped, she knew in fact that this was Aaron from yesterday, but he looked different, and not subtly so.

"Yeah...it's me," he answered, studying her, who was of course studying him.

"You've changed!!! Your skin, your height, your voice!!!!"

"Why did my ass know you were going to say that shit."

"Well..."

"You can tell it's me. I have the same face, and everything."

"Everything...?" Rebecca looked at the lumps in his big, oversized shirt.

He saw where her eyes were. "I didn't come for you to be lookin' at me and shit."

"I can tell you are the same guy from the mall, but how could these things happen to someone? I can't see these changes happening in a lifetime, let alone, a day!"

"Uhh...you gone let me in?"

Aaron was led into the living room of the house. The owners had lavish tastes, judging on appearance, and furnishings.

"So, you really are Aaron Spence, who I first met about 4 months ago, aren't you?"

"I tried to tell you that shit."

"Can you blame me?"

"I guess not, like I said to myself, if I hadn't lived through it, I wouldn't believe it either."

"So, um...what kinda stuff has been happening to you?"

"You can pretty much see, and hear it."

"So, your shirt..."

Aaron sighed "Yeah...it's what it looks like."

"So are you a girl now? Can I see?"

"Hell no, and hell no. I ain't looking for reminders that this is happening."

"Oh, I see..."

"Do you still have your..."

"Hell yeah. That you can see." He cracked a crooked smile.

"OK."

Aaron pulled out his manhood, all 12 inches. Becky hadn't seen anything that big in real life.

"Oh my, you do have a big one... I've never seen one that big, except in nasty movies."

"Is that so..." Aaron chuckled thinking about his dick, knowing even with his problems, he'd be impailing Rebecca in minutes.

"Too bad that it's not attached to the sexy ass black man I remember."

"What you tryin' to say???" he demanded, as his mood was leaving. "This mothafuckin dick could still tear you up."

"Lighten up," she smiled, "Oh, actually you have lightened up!" She joked... "I bet it would, but if we're going to find out, you're going to strip."

"Come on, that shit is sick. You see this big black dick here, that's all you need, I can do this with all my clothes on."

"First off, what black dick? Secondly, you can't do this with clothes on."

"Goddamnit!" He needed this sex, and took his things off, as his cock rose, further enchanting Rebecca.

"Oh my god!!! You have a wonderful body!!! Those breasts are perfect, oh, and those big suckable nipples, they must be like an inch long!! Your stomach, so flat, so sexy, that tiny waist, and sexy hips, that perky little ass and those nice and seperated cheeks. Ooh! These slender, shapely legs!! You can't weigh no more than 110 pounds with that tight little body. You've got me jealous! You'd be perfect..."

"See, you don't need to be sayin' that kinda shit." Aaron blushed. "That's why I didn't wan't to take my shit off. Do you remember that I am still Aaron, the same cocky black mothafucka that you talked to 4 months ago, not some punk ass trans-fag, or whatever they are. I ain't growin' ti...a chest because I want to, I'm not bleaching my damn skin, or none of that shit. I came over cause I thought you was fun"

"Can you help an inquiring mind? I've never seen anything like this. Of course I'm intrigued, Aaron, and although you don't like it, your little body is nice."

"Well, Im Aaron as long as I have this face, and my dick, I can say that much. And it ain't MY body, the only things here that's mine is my face, brain, my one eyed footlong monster, who you keep staring at."

"Shhhh. Well, Aaron, I guess we can see about that dick..."

"That's what I'm talking about...let me get this shit back on."

"No, still no clothes," she purred as she gently licked his neck.

"My skin..."

"Feels good, doesn't it..."

Aaron had to admit, even his neck sent vibes of pleasure through him. "Yeah..."

He was fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples to erection. "Yes, that's it!"

Rebecca mounted the now 12 inch hard pole, with the smaller man pinned to the bed, facing her. He could feel the velvet pleasure known as pussy for the first time in months. Rebecca arched her back so her breasts could dangle enough for to get a nipple in his mouth. "Oh shit!" Aaron exclaimed in intense pleasure. She was sucking his nipples, and fondling his breasts. Aaron never felt such stimulation, ever before. "Sto..." he wanted to say, being embarrassed.

"Shhh...you know it feels good..." Since she knew that he had a woman's body, however it happened, she knew what buttons to push, and boy, did Aaron have big "buttons" to push. Again she was right, this heightened level of sensitivity, the huge nipples, the breasts, being smaller than Rebecca. He never felt these kinds of pleasures before. He had the end all of all orgasms. This orgasm consumed his being, there was more than the feeling of his cock being the only thing in existence. This was the best sex he'd ever had.

Aaron and Rebecca had discussed his problems a little further, since she'd opened him right up with the best sex he ever had. "Well, if I get through this, we'll definitely hook up, and you can be with that tall, sexy black man you wanted..."

"Bye, Aaron, and make sure you do!!"

"Take it easy, Becky!"

"You too."

It was now 9:00 pm, so after getting into his Chevrolet Camaro, Aaron decided that it was late enough to go home. He arrived home at about 10:00. "They should be sleep". He went up to his room, and quicky got into the shower. After finishing up, he was back to his game. "I think I'll play some Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, for a minute." He ran around getting Tommy Vercetti beaten, shot, ran over, and busted for a good hour, then called it quits. "They need to add kids and animals to the next Grand Theft Auto game, hell they can die too." He was soon in the dark day-dreaming about that sex he had with Becky earlier. 'Man that shit was off the chain,' he thought.

"Aaron..."

"Uh...Yeah," he said trying to sound lower.

"It's us, can we come in?"

Knowing just who "us" was, he reluctantly said "Yeah," as he scrunched up in the cover.

"Aaron. We just wanted to ask you if you felt better."

"I'm good," he said in his farce of a deep voice.

"Are you for certain, Aaron?" his mother asked, noticing the voice.

"Yeah, I'm actually feeling better."

"OK, but if anything happens, let us know."

"Yeah..." And with that they left. Aaron soon found himself sleeping more peacefully than he had since coming home from the hospital.

"AAA..." Aaron started to scream, as he woke up drenched with sweat. "Mm..." He tried to call for his parents, but couldn't talk. It was like his voice box was disconnected. He felt excruciating pain in his head, and groin. He tried to punch his bed to make noise, but his body wouldn't move.

He had never had pain like this, his heart was beating rapidly, he could feel the palpitations all over his body, he felt a tingling, and a very strong pressure in his head, and couldn't open his eyes. As bad as that felt, it didn't compare to torture he felt in his groin and abdomen. 'I'm gonna die tonight...' Aaron thought as a tear formed on his cheek, and he drifted into the darkness...

* DING DOOONG *

"Aw, shit. Matt did say..." Aaron stopped mid-sentence, noticing his earlier female voice had gotten more "mature" sounding. Still in bed, he gave a quick glance about himself, also noticing that he had hair, hair that came to his neck. "Shit. What the fuck else?!" he sighed, running down the stairs. "MY DICK!" he yelled, stopping mid flight, noticing a mushy absence "MY BALLS! OH SHIT! THIS AIN'T HAPPENING, This..." He had to look at this development (or lack of). Pulling up his shirt, inadvertantly noticing that his breasts had gotten bigger, his skin slightly lighter, and his hips slightly bigger, Aaron let the too big boxers slide down slightly. He gasped, at the sight, being prepared for just what he saw, but hoping it wasn't. "So, I have one..." he said flatly.

*DING DOOONG*

Aaron remembered the extreme pain he felt last night, as he stepped towards the door. He also noticed a waif to his walk that seemed to be forced by his new configuration. Aaron opened the door. Matt was standing there, looking at the nice looking person in his face. 'Must be Aaron's new girl,' he thought, before saying "Uhh...Hello, I was looking for Aaron."

"Mothafucka, who else is here?!?"

"Aaron?!?" Matt was shocked, even with the changes he saw in Aaron, this was another level. Unlike before, Matt didn't see ANY of Aaron in the person before him.

"What you you mean, 'Aaron'?!?"

"Well, dude, YOU!!! OH MY GOD!!"

"Yeah, man, I saw that I've gotten some more changes since yesterday, my voice, and this hair. That's about it."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, I'm lighter, Sherlock, spotter of the obvious"

"Dude, you act like THAT's no big deal."

"Like what's no big deal?" Aaron asked, wondering was his boxer fly open. 'He didn't see IT, did he?'

"Aaron, have you even seen your face? Dude, you look like an Asian chick!!!"

"A WHAT?!?! You better be lyin'..." Instantly he ran to the nearest mirror, with Matt en' chase. Sure enough, he saw a girl, an Asian girl, with a nice round face, small nose, a sweet little mouth with nice kissable lips, shoulder length brown hair, and the deepest brown, almond shaped eyes, and she had a look of horror on her otherwise pretty face. He saw Ami. Ami Yamamoto. The girl that died because of his own irresponsibility.

"AMI!!!! I LOOK LIKE FUCKING AMI !!!"

"Isn't that the girl..."

"YES THAT'S THE BITCH THAT DIED...I..." he said, with his recent changes, not being too surprised at being a girl, but very shocked by being Ami's exact look-alike. "I look like Ami..."

"Hey, man just be cool, anything you want me to do?"

"Naw, don't worry about this shit." Aaron led Matt to the kitchen. "Matt, you know I don't talk about shit much, but we've worked together at the mall since we were like sixteen. If I can talk about this shit with anyone, I guess you it. Regardless of my bein' an asshole, I think you and I are pretty cool."

"Dude, it's cool. Shit happens, and we all need to talk about it, sometimes. I know if I was a big buff motherfucker, and I woke up as a hot little..." Aaron give him a 'What the fuck you say?' type of look. "My bad, man, but anyway, go ahead..."

"Aright, man" Aaron started. "I think this shit with my body started Saturday. I had went to Ami's parent's house that morning, and her dad let me right in. It's like I was drawn to the goddamned place. I ain't think that shit was right, the mothafucka seemed like he was expectin' my ass. He fixed this nasty ass tea shit, and insisted as a guest, I should take it. I drank the fuckin' nasty ass shit, and then I mighta' said some fucked up ass shit to his ass. He started telling me that I'd be in a..."

"In a what?"

"IN A SITUATION I CAN'T CONTROL!!!!" Aaron stated as the epiphany occurred.

"So you think he did it?"

"Fuck yeah! After thinking about that, fuck yeah that son of a bitch did this shit!" Aaron said with growing bitterness "It ain't no coincidence that I look like goddamn Ami. I gotta go to that house. Now!"

"Hold on, man, don't do anything crazy, I know your ass. Plus you, uh, look like Ami, who knows how that would occur. Just finish telling how me this happened, then think about what you're gonna do."

"Only because I began..." Aaron begin. "Anyway, after that shit, we had a small fight, and that old fucker can fight, even better than me. I was outside in my car when I woke up. That's when I came to work. Every since then, I had this feeling, all over my body, and shit. Over the next nights and days, I noticed shit happening. First, my muscles got all skinny, and shit. I ain't think nothin' of it, since I got skinnier from layin' in a hospital for like 2 months. Other shit started happening, my skin getting lighter, I was just gettin' goddamned smaller all around. This shit was gettin' crazy to my black ass. Shit, man, you saw some of the shit as it was happening. I had nights of extreme sweating, intense fucking pain, and horrible dreams. I could feel shit happening to me."

"Man, I didn't know it was like that."

"Yeah, it was fucked up, and you saw that shit. I'd wake up lighter, skinnier, with a different voice, being smaller, all kinds of shit, you know what I'm saying. By the time I went to bed, more smaller shit would've happened through the day. Since you saw what was goin' on, you saw that I had tits, and shit, yeah, fucking goddamned tits. They grew, and then the rest of me got all girly, and shit. I thought I was becoming a kid again, or some shit, before the goddamn chest and shit came in. I kept trying to rationalize this damn shit, and before long, new shit (changes) didn't surprise me, I just was trying to hide my body, but you can't hide being over a foot shorter, half the weight, sounding like a girl, and being light-skinned as hell. I was looking like some fucking freak, my head, on the body of a damn teenage girl. Till today."

"Yeah, that's crazy as hell, dude. Man, you've been going through stuff that I don't think anyone else has ever."

"Last night, I was experiencing the worst fucking pain ever, my head, my whole mid section... you woke me, so after noticing that I was lighter, and had much bigger tits, I ran down the stairs to get the door. I felt some shit, it was like fucking mush between my goddamned legs. I didn't have my goddamned dick and balls! Aaron lowered his boxers, showing Matt the best thing he'd ever saw. "A FUCKING PUSSY, A GODDAMNED HOLE!!" he exclaimed, pointing at the abomination.

p>"Then you told me about this fucking face. I have to go see that fucker." He looked in the mirror again, "I'm a goddamned bitch..." He turned to Matt, still in shock from seeing the nice, pure, untouched vagina. "You can stay here, or open the shop for me, I don't give a damn, but I'm goin' to that house."

"Suit yourself, man, I wouldn't do it, but you are you, and that's that." Matt sighed, "I'm sorry for your problems, but, who knows, it could be for the better."

"The better, I see, so being a GIRL, a small, weak, Asian bitch is better than being me?" he shouted in Ami's voice.

"What I mean..."

"Fuck it...I'm sorry I even bothered you, just go to the store, and I'll get that fucker to undo this shit. I'll be at the fucking store, as Aaron."

"Alright, man."

Matt left the Spence house, and Aaron got dressed in a Sean John velour outfit, with his sister's Reebok Classics. "My sister's fucking shoes, and even they're loose!" He tied the hair back, messily, and was soon in his Camaro, scorching the road toward his father's firm, where his parents would both be today. As much of an embarrasment as this would be, he needed to tell his parents about it, besides, maybe they'd have some ideas.

He arrived downtown at the Spence law building which his dad bought. It was a 15 story building that housed 10 law firms. David's firm was allocated the uppermost 6 floors, given the current number of firms. David had charged the other firms "rent" for the facility, and there was an agreement that if a firm was ever unable to handle a case, they'd refer it to another in the building, but, they would never draw away clients from each other, and it was Theresa Spence's job to make sure that happened, as well as doing the bookkeeping.

"I need David Spence's office." The pretty young woman stated to the building receptionist, not looking too happy.

"Do you have an appointment, ma'am?" the brunette asked, wishing that she had the young Asian girl's bust, as it was easily seen through her jacket.

'Ma'am!!!' Aaron thought, 'I'll ma'am you!' He answered her, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere, in all likeliness, "No, I don't have an appointment, but it's really important."

"I'm afraid I can't help you, then," she returned, giving that usual 'sorry for your luck' look.

"But I need him!!!" the girl pleaded, "It's important!!!"

"Look, sweetie, the only people that could get in with no appointment are the immediate families of the lawyers." If only she knew...

Aaron knew it would look crazy if he claimed being Aaron Spence. He still had knowledge of his life, so he could pass any questions, he had his ID, and his car, but if he claimed being Aaron now, and they found the ID, and the keys for his car, and not Aaron, it would look bad...really bad. Aaron knew the layout of the building, so he ran to the stairs, and quickly put in the access code for the electronic lock, prompting the woman to yell for security.

"Little Asian girl!!! She knew the code to the starway!!!! She's going to the Spence office!!! I don't know what she wants!!!"

Aaron went up the stairs, panting wildly.

"Did Ami *Huhh* ever workout, *Hufff* or did she just *Huhhhh* starve herself?" Aaron huffily asked aloud, while running up the stairs, he also noticed that his new developments were quite the lot. He read that he was on the 10th floor, his dad's office. Inputting the code again, he opened the door, and was being waited on by armed security guards. He was in shock. They grabbed him, he fought back.

"Stop resisting!!!" the guards yelled.

"I Need Mr Spence!!!!!" One of the guards had gotten tired of the girl's resisting, and had her pinned to the floor, face down, with his knee in her neck. 'When I'm Aaron again, I'll have his goddamn job, then I'll beat his fucking ass.' Mr. Spence came in, at the commotion.

"Who is this girl?!!?" He demanded.

"We don't know, but she knows the access codes to the stairwell," a guard answered, "Lisa told us, and she's looking for you."

David looked at the girl, who's face was smashed into the ground. "She knows the codes..." He then bent down, asking "Just who are you?" The guard then dug his knee in further, demanding she answer.

"It's...me," he managed to get out.

"Well, me, you're very descriptive..." he answered, "Take her away, I have business." The guard lifted the girl forcefully, and cuffed her.

"It's me!!!" he said again, knowing he'd be tagged looney if he said his name. "Remember the other night, when I came into the room? Remember how I sounded last night? This is.." That struck a chord with David.

"Let her go, I know who she is!!"

"You sure, Mr. Spence?"

"Now!" he growled. The girl was released, and David escorted her to his office. "You, you're my...son???"

"Yeah, it's me." David's eyes got wide at the confirmation.

"But you...."

"Yeah, are a girl."

"And you..."

"Yeah, am Asian."

"Come to think of it, you look like Ami Yamamoto. How?"

"I don't know. But whatever it is, Ami's dad is behind it," he said, with declaration.

"How do you know?" David asked, although it seemed highly likely.

"Well, it's my fault she's dead, isn't it? I look exactly like her, don't I? I mean who the hell else can it be?"

"Point well taken." He turned to his call button, "Send my wife in here, Lisa." Shortly, Theresa came in the room.

"You wanted me, David." She turned to the pretty girl, "Hello, Ms?"

"Spence." The girl looked up. "As in Aaron, your son."

"You're married to our son?" She looked in disbelief. "He's never told..."

"No, Theresa, this IS Aaron." Theresa studied the small Asian woman.

"Guilty as charged, mom."

"You guys are pulling my leg, right?"

"No." Aaron turned serious, "You saw what I looked like the other day, and I know you heard me last night. I woke up looking like...like this!!!"

"Oh my goodness, my little man!" she cried out, looking at her son. He went to explain the past week to his parents, filling them in about it. He explained how the changes occured, and what it was like. He did not mention, however, the fight that occured yesterday, or the sex.

"So are you a full girl?" His mother asked.

"Am I a girl? No, I'm Aaron." It burned his soul to be asked if he was a girl.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, it ain't my body, so judge for yourself."

He unzipped the jacket, lifted up the shirt, and pulled his pants to his knees. Theresa and David saw the very thin body, with it's large breasts, and it's perfect shape.

"Well, that answer yo question???"

David looked away quickly, in shock that Aaron did such a thing. His mother actually marveled at the sight, too bad that it was disturbing, being her son, and all.

"Put your clothes back on, son."

"Well, she asked an obvious question, so I gave her an obvious answer."

"What are you going to do, Aaron?" His father asked seriously. "Since you look like Ami, you can't live as Aaron, and since you're Aaron, you can't live like Ami."

"I'm going to Ami's dad. He's undoing this, or we're going to sue him to do it." David's sharp lawyer mind put an end to this thought.

"Sue him? You look like his daughter in every way, and this changing into a girl of another race thing isn't exactly something that's happened before, Aaron. This story, although we know it's true, has no crediblity, and you'd end up being institutionalized, and I'd never get another case."

"Well, I can't stay this way. I already feel penis envy."

"Aaron!!!" his mother interjected.

"Well, it's the truth..." They wrapped up their meeting, with Aaron stating that he was going to Mr. Yamamoto's home, and demand he be changed. After Aaron left, his parents remained in his office, discussing what they had seen, and what was going to be done, and if anything could be done.

Aaron stopped at a Wendy's restaurant, to grab a bite to eat. Anytime Aaron went to Wendy's he ordered the same thing, and today would be no exception. "I want 2 Spicy chicken, a chili, a biggie fry, a biggie Frosty, and a biggie Dr.Pepper."

"For here or to go?" the blonde teenaged girl asked.

"Here," the angry female voice stated.

"Are you, like waiting on someone?"

"No. It's all mine. How much?" The question had no right to be asked, so Aaron obliged, but answered rudely.

Aaron paid the said amount with a $50, and told the girl to keep the change. "Ms.!!! Thank you so much!!!!!"

"Yeah, whatever." He sat down at an empty 2-seated table in a corner, and began eating the food, the same way a Aaron eats his food, big bites, big swallows, big gulps. This was lunch hour, and a lot of people were in the store, and a lot of people were commenting on the pig at the table saying things like "she must be bulemic", "she's going to puke that out".

After finishing about 40% of the meal, and being beyond overstuffed, he sat at his table thinking about what was going to happen. He'd lost to Mr. Yamamoto as Aaron, and without that strength, the hope of beating him into submission was gone. But nontheless, if he stayed as Ami, he'd have no family, and he wasn't going to be Ami's replacement, even if he did look like her. His thought session was interrupted by a guy sitting at his table greeting "Konnichiwa."

"I don't speak that shit. Why the fuck are you here?" he said to the guy.

He was a white guy, about Aaron's age, and was rather boyishly good looking, although Aaron couldn't see it.

"There weren't any other seats," he joked, thinking that it was 'cute'. Aaron looked around, noticing a lot of open tables.

"You damn liar. So, why you think I speak that shit?"

"Uhh well..." Why did this girl say that? He tried to come up with an answer "...I thought."

"That I was some goddamn Chinese speaking bitch?"

"Well..." He couldn't believe how hard this was getting. Didn't she ever look in a mirror? Of course she was an Asian girl, right? Aaron chuckled at the guys' confusion.

Aaron had remembered what Ami had said about her her boyfriends, so while he was in the situation, he decided to check some things out. "So, yeah... you like Asian bit...chicks....(ugh) like me, huh?"

She admitted that she was Asian, and her attitude seemed to change, good sign for our hero! Maybe he could win the girl after all !!!

"Do I? I only date Asian girls. So what is your nationality?"

"Wow, what a first question..." answered Aaron, as he saw how shallow that was, but it wasn't HIM that being asked the question, just his shell of a body. He remembered that Ami was Japanese, so he answered, "Japanese."

"Really? You're my favorite!" He lit up at the revelation.

"Favorite? Why?" He noticed how this was also shallow. Didn't all Asian people look the same? So what was so good about Japanese? "They all look the same."

"Just because, I love the culture, the history, and the country."

"So tha