60-TV FICTION CLASSICS

"No," he asked again, "Do you like me as a girl?"

I blushed this time. He was wearing a country cotton walking dress. The bib top fit tightly across his girlishly prominent bosom. I admitted, "Yes, I find you very pretty. If you were a real girl I'd probably fall in love with you."

Kelly looked for the words, "I thought so...you said something that night when you had the nightmare that made me think so."

I started to apologize, saying, "I'm sorry..."

Kelly interrupted me, putting his painted nailed finger to my lips. "Shhh...., If I was real, I'd like you too. Tell me about your dream."

We sat on the log for a long time, talking from the heart. Each of us wishing the other was different. We talked for a long time about the what if's. Kelly whispered, "I wish I could become what you want. I can only be what I am. I love being a girl and I love Lilly. Seems strange, but I think she loves me too...just the way I am."

I tried to get him out of my mind. Still his image was haunting my every thought. I had to do something. I came up with an idea, I'd teach him sports and help him become a real man. Then I wouldn't have to see my 'dream girl' and could his spell. I'd get him into one of the basketball escape clinics at college and help him become a great basketball player. That's the ticket....

The game end.

I huddle with the coach. He throws his hands up in the air and points to a jacketed figure on the bench. The figure quickly sheds the hooded sweat outfit.

The player, #88, Kelly Whitehouse, runs out onto the court, the tight basketball tank top clearly showed his full breasts with large nipples. His tiny waist was obvious as was his hairless body. The Lion team was trying to figure out who this

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player was and WHAT? I was glad he hadn't

worn a bra...

Kelly ran to the end of the court, almost skipping. His single knot pony-tail adding an unexpected, teasing and playful element to the tense last seconds. The tall jock players look awkward and off guard. They can't seem to take their eyes off this..."it is a girl, isn't it" person. They aren't as aggressive, appearing frozen in place. Was this the twilight zone???

Kelly takes the ball and quickly passes to the forward, who then passes back to Kelly. Kelly fakes a long throw to me down court, then 360's, throwing to a guard. The crowd is counting down... FIVE....FOUR....

The ball is thrown to me at the 3 point line... TWO...I jump and fake shoot, passing the ball to a flash of blonde who comes in under the blocking Goliaths and gently and softly lays the ball against backboard. Simply and without power the ball passes through the hoop with a WHOOSH! ONE... BEEEEEEEEP! We won!!!!!!

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The cheering crowd went wild . The team their picked up Kelly, holding him on shoulders. I noticed one of the guards fondling Kelly's smooth leg, very unsportsman like. I hate it when the guy's treat my sister Lilly's fiance' that way. At least I get to be the best man.

No, this won't work. See, the problem is that this is all true. My writing assignment has got to be fiction. Got any ideas for me?

THE END

P.S. Someone suggested that Kelly write a story telling his side of what happened. Maybe it all wasn't a dream? Are you interested?