Bobby's Girl

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Since tenth grade Jane had dreamed an impossible dream. Bobby Dukakis was the hearthrob of her high school, and though she loved him madly she knew there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever be interested in anyone as plain & uninteresting as her. But now on Halloween night of her senior year, in the light of a full moon and with the help of a strange book she'd found at a garage sale, she would recite the spell that would turn her from a dumpy little nobody into...

BOBBY'S GIRL
Laika Pupkino ~ 2009

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"I wanna be- Bobby's girl!
I wanna be- Bobby's girl!
That's the most important thing to me
And if I was- Bobby's girl!
If I was- Bobby's girl!
What a faithful thankful girl I'd be..."

~~~Roy Cohn

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If she had thought about it at all, Janey would have realized she wasn't the unhappiest kid at her high school. There were misfit kids whose weekdays were a nightmare of bullying and ridicule from the other students. And there were those who found anything that might happen to them at school preferable to the horrors of parental abuse that waited for them when they got home. And then there was one bright young student whose rapidly deteriorating immune system made it doubtful whether he would live to see graduation day. Any one of these kids would gladly have traded places with Janey.

But with the intense self-obsession of teenagers, she never stopped to consider their situations. She was certain that no one on Earth had ever been dealt a crueler fate than she.

Janey's problem was that she was shy and wholly unremarkable. Everything about her was as plain and boring as her name: Jane Smith. If her classmates never bothered her it was probably because none of them really even notice her. As if she wasn't important enough to even pick on (something she might've appreciated if she ever had been seriously harrassed...). This girl was so spectral gray and anonymous that teachers she'd had all year tended to forget her name. Janey hated being such drab little mousy nothing, but her crippling shyness prevented her from adopting a more flamboyant persona, a new hairstyle, anything that might render her visible.

In her imagination though her world and her life were far different. Janey was beautiful, she was confident and charming and witty and tremendously popular. And the best thing of all was that because she had all this other stuff going for her, in these dreams of hers she was Bobby's Girl...

It had all started on her second or third day at Princeton Heights High School. As self conscious as she was, Janey had decided it was important that she know how many squares of linoleum tile lie between her first period English class and her second period homeroom in the same building. She was looking downward, diligently counting them, when she ran smack into someone, dropping all the books she had clutched to her rather modest bosom.

The boy she'd collided with had been standing in the hallway talking to a circle of his friends. She marvelled at how they were only a few days into their freshman year and already he had all these friends. A couple of of the boys started to snicker, but one look from this tall handsome young man made them stop. That's not cool, guys!

He helped Janey gather up her books and then incredibly he apologized to her, for how they had been blocking the hallway. And as he handed them to her he had smiled, his sexy mouth set in a disarming, friendly smile, his soulful gray eyes looking at her with concern, the shock of dark hair dangling down his forehead with graceful insouciance. And whoever this teenage hunk was, he had noticed her. Which was all it took for Janey to fall madly in love.

She found out his name---Robert Dukakis---and while she never got up the nerve to talk to him again, she watched him from afar, happy for him when he made the school's football team and clipping out the newspaper articles about him in the local newspaper's sports section for the BOOK OF BOBBY she started, which also contained candy bar wrappers he had dropped and other precious Bobbinalia. And though she didn't dare sit anywhere close to him in the cafeteria, she did find a group of girls who talked about him a lot, and would sit unobtrusively nearby with her back to them, listening to the latest speculation about this Greek Adonis, and dreaming of the day she and Bobby would be together...

She knew it was a ridiculous dream for a Plain Jane like her to have. There were probably a hundred other girls at Princeton Heights High School with this same dream, and every last one of them would seem to stand a better chance of becoming the football star's girlfriend than she did. While Bobby Dukakis wasn't going steady with anyone, Janey had seen the kind of girls he tended to date, and none of them were stocky little things with stringy no-color hair and heavy plastic glasses with even heavier lenses.

But this hadn't stopped her from enjoying her dreams. In her daydreams, and the fantasies she spun at night as she was falling asleep she was a total fox- tall and slender and with a nice figure, wearing a beautiful evening gown that cost more than her entire frumpy wardrobe as she glided into the senior prom on Bobby's arm, the envy of all the other girls and probaby some of the boys too.
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Then one day during the summer vacation between her sophomore and senior years, she had come across something that might turn these impossible fantasies of hers into reality...

One Saturday in August the family across the street had had a garage sale. She was the first one there, and actually helped old Mr. Farannino's thirty year old daughter set the sale up in their little driveway and put price stickers on all the different items. The woman had always been kind of weird and rude to Jane when Jane was little, but in the past few months seemed a lot nicer. Jane's parents used to warn her that she was a drug addict and a thief, and to stay out of her way, but since sometime last fall they'd been remarking that this not-quite-young woman was finally getting her life together. And she really did seem like almost a whole different person, a smile on her face where there had never been one before...

One of the things they brought out of the house was a large box containing 20 or 30 cookbooks. Jane loved to cook, and when she mentioned this fact the woman said, "Yes, those belonged to my Grandma. You can have the whole box for eight bucks..."

This seemed like a real bargain to Janey, and she gladly paid the $8, happy that she'd gotten to them before anyone else. As she was shlepping the heavy box home she imagined trying all the recipes in these books when she was married to Bobby.

When she got them home she hoped that Bobby would turn out to have an adventurous palate, because she discovered that the books had recipes from all over the world. German, Peruvian, Indonesian- all kinds of crazy cookbooks!

And one of the books proved to be even crazier than the others. The dust jacket was for BETTY CROCKER'S ITALIAN MADE EASY, but the book underneath was something entirely different. The pages were lined paper, and instead of being printed the recipes were handwritten in fuchsia ink. Only they weren't recipes for food, but for what seemed to be magic spells, interspersed with short essays about witchcraft.

She thought about bringing this book back to the family across the street, they probably didn't know they had sold her something of the grandmother's that was far more personal and private than some old cookbook.

But if it really was what it claimed to be, she needed it much more than they did. They seemed happy enough; or happier than Janey anyway. The daughter was getting married to her boyfriend from the Midwest and seemed all excited about that, and the dad was busily preparing to open his second Italian restaurant down by the university. The 30-something son acted kind of crazy, but he only came by once in a while...

Could this book really be what it claimed to be? Deep down Janey had always half-believed that magic was for real. And apparently the neighbor girl's grandmother---who Janey had talked to a few times, and who had seemed a bit peculiar but sane enough---had believed in this stuff in a big way, so maybe it was real to some extent...

Jane had found a number of magic spells that seemed like they'd be able to make Bobby fall in love with her. There were recipes for love potions, nine of them, but the old self-described witch had written a little paragraph before them that somehow seemed to be speaking directly to her:

I am including these ancient potions as a matter of historical record.
But in my opinion they aren't LOVE potions, since no spell or potion can produce
genuine love where there was none before (or remove love from where it truly exists)
but with their destruction of free will they can at best produce a soulless facsimile of love,
a horrible brainwashing that only someone far more shallow than you, dear girl
(Yes, I'm speaking directly to you!) would find satisfying...
So find another way to win his heart, Kid.
~~~AMOR VINCIT OMNIA, Rosa F

And Janey had to agree with the woman about these potions. She didn't want some mindless zombie whose attraction to her was chemically induced, that wasn't love. She wanted Bobby to really love her for herself. And if her self had escaped his notice she would change that instead, becoming the sort of girl he would naturally want to get to know. The HEART'S DESIRE TRANSFORMATION SPELL seemed like it would be just the ticket for this. The spell she would say aloud wasn't like one of the magic book's the many weird tongue-twisters but short and simple with a fill-in-the-blanks part at the end, and potion she would drink was mostly made of things you could find around the house, and didn't seem terribly toxic...

And to make sure the spell would work she waited two and a half month, which felt like years to the lovestruck teen, so she could perform it on Halloween night, which the spellbook's very first essay said was the best time of the year to do magic. Soon Janey would find out if there was anything to all this witchy stuff besides the babblings of a crazy old lady.

And if there wasn't, she wouldn't suffer the embarrassment of being so foolish, because she had never told anyone about the spell book. The worst that could happen to her would be a slight upset stomach from all the vanilla extract in the potion.

Her parents were going to an office party on Halloween night, her mom dressed like an old time gangster again this year, with a little drawn-on moustache, carrying a toy tommy gun and acting all tough, and with her dad once again wearing the beaded skirt and bobbed hair of a flapper, hanging all over her like a lovestruck ditz and calling her "Lefty".

And once again Janey had volunteered to stay home and hand out candy to the neighborhood kids. Which her aunt Phyllis had come over to help her do last Halloween, but now she had been deemed old enough to do this by herself. The previous year she had felt a bit glum over the fact that her dorky parents had more of a social life than she did, but this year she was glad to have the house to herself.

And last year she'd just worn her regular boring everyday clothes to answer the door and hand out mini bags of M&M's, but tonight she had on a cheap witch's robes and conical black hat from K-Mart, since she was more into the spirit of the holiday this year. This costume was a private joke that (like most things in her life) she shared with herself. Because as soon as the kids stopped coming at around 8:30, she was shutting off the porch light, going upstairs to her room, lighting some candles and becoming a real witch for a few hours, hopefully changing her whole crummy life in the process...
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This is stupid. Nothing's gonna happen, she said to herself as she lit the circle of candles and sat in the center of them on a pentagram made from electrical tape that she'd stuck right to the faux hardwood floor, in the light from the big yellow moon spilling in through her window. Then she thought, Gee, maybe I shouldn't be dressed up in this stupid witch outfit. Maybe the magic spirits will think I'm making fun of witches and stuff...

Yeah, right. Like there really is such a thing, she thought as she dragged the spell book into her lap and opened it to the page she had marked, began to chant: "Mumbo Jumbo Rhubarb Rhubarb, Frikkity Fubar, change my shape..."

It sounded nothing at all like she thought a magic spell would sound, with references to Lemony Snickett and the Pep Boys, but since she'd really only ever had books and movies to tell her about such things she said it anyway, just like it was written, until she got to the part that she'd had to write herself...

"Moonlight make me the perfect girl
To totally rock Bobby Dukakis's world!
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Then she quickly hefted the heavy wine glass (the closest thing she could find to a chalice) and in a single gulp downed the concoction she'd blended and then chilled for 3 hours. And immediately she felt funny. Janey barely managed to blow out all the candles and flop down onto her bed before she passed out.
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As she came to the next morning she could tell immediately that the spell had worked. Or at least that something had happened. But what?

When she reached for her heavy glasses on the table beside her bed and put them on her vision became completely screwy and distorted. When she took them off again she realized she had been able to see just fine without them.

"Wow," she exclaimed. If nothing else, at least she was rid of those awful things. She hadn't asked to have her vision corrected, but of course Bobby wouldn't want to see her wearing big coke-bottle glasses that had made her eyes look all dinky and weird. What guy would? As she jumped out of bed her feet hit the floor before she expected them to.

"My God!" she gasped, in a strange but pretty sounding voice, realizing that her stubby legs had become much, much longer. Unsteadily she crossed the room to the mirror to see what other changes had been visited on her.

She saw a beautiful head of fluffy blonde hair, and a face that was nothing like her old one...

"Oh my God!" she sighed, staring at the face of a cheerleader from some television show about high school. Cute little nose, gorgeous cheekbones, big blue eyes, perfect white teeth and big sexy lips.While Janey thought there was nothing so beautiful as a sultry Mediterranean beauty with an graceful aquiline nose, she was happy to be a WASP princess, if this rather conventional image of a button-nosed, blue-eyed blonde was Bobby's ideal woman.

She pulled off her witch's robes, and surveyed the long legged and curvaceous body she now possessed.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried, when she saw just how large her boobs were. While she found no fault with the rest of her oh-so-feminine physique, these gargantuan, gravity-defying things looked absurd to Janey; totally out of proportion to the rest of this body. But really, what had she expected? Bobby was such a guy, of course he'd have the standard guy's obsession with great big breasts. And she would wear them proudly when she was Bobby's Girl...

These shorts she'd put on yesterday were almost painfully tight on her now. Her hips and the twin moons of her derriére strained against the fabric of the pants that had fit her as plain little Jane. And oddly they seemed to bulge slightly in the front, which she couldn't figure out until she pulled them down her gorgeous hips and saw...

"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

Because as it turned out Bobby's taste in women wasn't so conventional after all.
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Janey's story continues in IT'S MY PARTY & I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO,
which can be found HERE: https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/81630/its-my-party-il...

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I can't decide...

...if this is more scary, or more hilarious!

Great, pro-level work-up, with a ding-dang-zinger for an ending. Great stuff, Laika!

I suppose...

I could say you left us dangling with that ending... *grin*

Some days you're the pigeon, some days you're the statue

Roy Cohn. Right...

Bobby Kennedy, I presume?

(Anyway, writer credits on the song, originally recorded by Marcie Blane, went to Hank Hoffman and Gary Klein, who don't seem to have written anything else of significance.)

Eric

Roy Cohn

laika's picture

Yep, Bobby Kennedy. Glad somebody got that. A pretty dumb joke because if I'm not mistaken they were rivals for J. Edgar Hoover's affections. I have this virus that makes it just about impossible for me to look anything up. My Yahoo searches wind up everywhere but where they're supposed to, so this joke quote was temporary 'til I could find the actual authors and credit them. So thanks, Eric. And since you've done it I think I'll leave it as is...
~~~hugs, Laika

It's cute

It's a cute and silly, didn't scare me at all just made me laugh xD

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I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Bisexual, transsexual, gamer girl, princess, furry that writes horror stories and proud ^^

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D

Um...snerk...

kristina l s's picture

..well...ummmpphh.. yes very, um... nice, I think, but... well..pfft... I'm not quite sure it qualifies as Horror with a capital H. Then maybe I'm just weird like that. "So Bobby hon, whatcha think huh??"

I lurv it. But it's terribly unconventional dear, what will the neighbours think?

Kristina

very twilight zone

rebecca.a's picture

given the content on this site the ending wasn't exactly a surprise, but it's a good story, well written, with a nice "twilight zone" kind of feel to it.


not as think as i smart i am

Nice one Laika

Like the last person, I did not know where it was going, expected something to happen to Bobby maybe, nice kick.

DM

I loved it!!!!!

Andrea Lena's picture

and before I forget, just in case you may have forgotten and while I'm on the subject; as a matter of fact, it just occurred to me.....superb!!!

This just in....Dateline December 6, 2011...Bobby's Girl still makes me laugh to the point of tears...Love it love it love it!

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

Holy Moley

Andrea Lena's picture

This STILL is some of the best humor to grace this place (or any other, for that matter) I love this!!!!!!!!!!

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

I would add at least two other spells

One: Not to become one's heart's desire, but to know exatly what constitutes one's heart's desire. A simple precaution - Jane is at least smart. What if one's heart's desire was a submissive bimbo catering to one's all needs?

Two: A 'trial version' of the spell. One that can be both cancelled when needed and will have a set time limit, and a short one at that. Best if it has a sort of a timer when like, every day you have to reset it and you will still have only a week at most.

Faraway

Faraway


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I was waiting for a shoe to drop

Any shoe. Then you threw the whole shop at me!

I don't usually go for this type of story but, as it's you, Laika, I just had to read it.

I can imagine the horror that Jane felt. Having spent most of a lifetime getting rid of my own poison factories, I'd be horrified if they unexpectedly returned - especially if I caused it to happen.

Susie

Well this seems to have

Well this seems to have brought everything to a new head! Janice Lynn

Like, Really Laika

You just wish.

In some form or other. ;-)

Hugs, Renee

Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee

Amusing.

As usual from you. I got a pretty good chuckle out of the ending. Still grinning about it now.

Not expecting to arrive there

RAMI

I was expecting to be led somewhere, like Bobby becoming Bobbie and Janey not being into the lesbian life, but you took us in another direction altogether.

Great story.

RAMI

RAMI

Gotta love your style

You had me expecting everything but that till the end.Lol
Amy

Excellent!

I was kind of expecting Janey to turn into a guy, but I didn't expect that! Great story Laika!

Saless
 


"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America


"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America

Happy Days

ALISON

Great story,great ending and I guess Bobby was happy! There is obviously an "in" joke there somewhere that we are not aware of "Down Under"----just loved the story,may God bless you.Alison

ALISON

Squishin' and Jammin' and Bulgin'

terrynaut's picture

I'm up quite late but I had to get to your story, and I'm glad I did.

What a hoot! I'm not sure about the slow beginning but the ending was good -- a little disturbing in a Twilight Zone kind of way like someone else remarked, but good.

Janey's poor shorts, having to endure such confusion. Now I'll probably have a strange dream about the whole thing. I wonder if I can turn it to my advantage. Hmmmm. This could be fun.

Thanks, Laika!

- Terry

Bobby's Girl

The English Teacher's picture

When I read the title and brief description, the first thing that popped into my head was Bobby liked boys and as I read further to find that he had no steady (unlike any high school football hero), thought I must be right. So when Jane got to the potion and the words she spoke I thought that she would wake a boy, oooppps! I was only half right.

For you who saw no terror in this story. If you were a gg like our heroin and you woke with a little extra "dangle" that would be real horror and terror!!!!!

By the way "realizing that her stubby legs had become much, much lot longer." think that might need a little tweak? Otherwise pretty good. A-

The English Teacher

So much to read, so little time and only one of me :)

The English Teacher

Grammatical Snark

Daphne Xu's picture

That bit of grammatical snark at the end, especially by The English Teacher, invites notice of her reference to the story's "heroin".

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

I didn't see that coming!

But it goes to show you that if you have to be someone else to be loved, it so ain't worth it!

Lisa

Sill a lot of fun

littlerocksilver's picture

I noticed I had already given it a thumbs up. I would give it another one if I could. If your stories had any more irony in them, they would rust.

Portia

Portia

A Dangling End

Daphne Xu's picture

I read this story when it showed up as a "Random Solo", and I thought I'd read it before, yet I didn't see any comment (or Kudos) of my own. It must have been a different story with essentially the same plot. Anyways, I thought I knew how it would end, but I was definitely caught by surprise: her new lovely boobacious cheerleader's body.

Thanks, Laika.

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

Another Bobby's Girl

Wonder if you might be thinking of a novel by J.D. Austin, also titled "Bobby's Girl". An enjoyable SF book about an alien princess sent to earth to protect her during a war between her home world, Thradon, and another planet. Along the way she is transformed into a human female; but the source for her appearance is derived from romantic movies and she emerges on earth as a well-built but extremely intelligent blonde bombshell, Then she meets a film director . . . .


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

Earlier Read

Daphne Xu's picture

Nope. I read the story on Fictionmania when it was posted there, and commented.

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

laughing

Good tale. Great ending.

Snerk.

WillowD's picture

I am so giggling right now.

Indeed

Daphne Xu's picture

The poor Butt-Monkey.

-- Daphne Xu

-- Try saying freefloating three times rapidly.

A Spinoff of "Play Nice"!

Iolanthe Portmanteaux's picture

I loved the longer story, and I like seeing those characters pop up again.

This one is fun and quick, and made me laugh.

thanks,

- io