I put on the sweats, dumped my dirty clothes and the towel in the laundry and went downstairs to watch some TV while I waited for my Mom to come home. I had only been watching TV for ten minutes or so when there was a knock at the door.
A quick glance at the clock on my way to the door told me it was at least two hours before I could expect Mom to be home but I had no idea who else would be knocking at my door this time of day since Jess never bothered knocking.
I opened the door with no regard for my new found vulnerability as a girl. Luckily the person standing on the other side didn't mean me any harm. It was just the mailman holding a package that was too large to be put into the mailbox.
I took the package and thanked him as he turned to leave.
Looking at the return address on the package I recognized it was from my dad. It quickly dawned on me that this might be the spell book that he had mentioned in his letter.
I hurried back to the living room and wasted no time ripping the package to shreds to get at the treasure within. It was a book!
I turned the book round and round in my hands admiring the finely decorated leather binding and trying to decide which was the front cover. Finally giving up I just opened one and looked at the pages. I was quickly disappointed to discover that the writing inside not only wasn't english but wasn't any other language I had ever seen either.
I flipped through a few pages all seemingly written in the same unknown script. I was about to put the book down when a movement on the page caught my eye. As I looked at the page the ink on it was beginning to move. The slowly resolved itself in words I could understand. Like magic, which I suppose it was, the book was now written entirely in english.
I flipped to the front hoping to find a table of contents, which there was. Near the bottom of the table of contents I saw there was listed a chapter on transformations. I started to flip to the section on transformations when there was another knock at the door.
I set the book aside and wondered who it could be this time, or if the mailman had forgotten something. I opened the door, again without caution, this time standing there was Dick Devorn the boy I'd had sex with earlier in the boys' bathroom.
