"I just find it odd that you ... well, you said you teased that girl because she looked so boyish. But you look pretty boyish to me," Nick said and Melissa's body turned more boyish-looking, but still remained a girl. Even her clothing had changed a little, becoming a pair of somewhat baggy and ripped jeans, a slightly over-sized T-shirt, and a baseball cap.
"Please, take that hat off in here," Candy said, noticing for the first time that Melissa had been wearing one. The girl did, and it was clear that her hair was much shorter now. A definite pageboy style.
"Okay, maybe I'm kind of a tomboy, but I'm no lesbian," she said.
"Really?" Nick asked, feigning surprise. "Then why do you keep eying Candy over there? You find her attractive, don't you?"
Melissa blushed. "Okay, yeah. I do. So what? Did you ever think that maybe I was just admiring her looks?"
"Oh, but you're not just looking at her. You're practically undressing her with your eyes. Admit it. You're a lesbian."
Melissa found herself ogling the secretary, then shook her head. "No," she whispered.
"Wow, you're really in denial, aren't you?"
"Look ... whoever you are ... I'm not a lesbian, okay? I ... I like boys."
"Maybe, but do they like you? I mean, you're such a tomboy that you almost look like one of them."
Melissa's breasts beneath her over-sized shirt dropped a few cups, making her somewhere between size A and B. Nearly flat-chested. She could pass as a boy, actually.
"What boy wants to be with a girl who looks like one of them? Especially with all those muscles."
Suddenly, Melissa's arms, legs and torso beefed up with muscles. She wasn't a bodybuilder or anything like that, but it was clear that she worked out on a daily basis and was probably some kind of athlete.
"Hey, I've had boyfriends, you know," Melissa said, her voice sounding a little deeper. "And they liked me just fine."
"Are you sure about that?" Nick asked. "Maybe they like you as a friend, someone to hang out with, but I doubt they like you sexually."
Melissa looked hurt.
"Sorry, but like you said earlier, the truth hurts," Nick said, holding back a smile. "But don't feel so bad about it. Boys may not like you. But I know of at least one girl who would love to be with you."
"I told you, I ... I'm not a lesbian," she said, sounding unsure of herself. She had a feeling that she really was a lesbian, but she wanted so much for it not to be true.
"Now, you know that's not true. You just have to learn to accept it." He paused. "That girl you said the cheerleaders were teasing? What did you say her name was?"
"Samantha, but she goes by the name Sam," Melissa said.
"Right. Well, Sam is the girl for you. The way you described her to me, I'm sure she'd be the perfect match for you."
"I ... I don't think ..." Melissa said.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy about it," Nick said. "You're tougher than this. Butch, I'd even say." The moment he said it, her demeanor changed. She was tough and rough. Her muscles got a little bigger, her body got much stockier, and several tattoos appeared on her body, which was clothed differently now. In fact, she was dressed very similarly to how she said Sam was dressed that one day that the cheerleaders bullied her. Melissa was even wearing a leather jacket. A biker's jacket. Nick wondered if she rode a motorcycle now.
She turned and sneered at him. "Who are you callin' a pussy?" she asked, grabbing the front of his shirt.
"Whoa," he said, holding up his hands defensively. "Not you. Never."
Melissa, who now went by the name Mel, let go of his shirt. "If I go out with a dyke like Sam, then that'll be my choice, not yours," she growled.
"Of course. I didn't mean to ..."
"Oh, Dr. Mitchell," Candy interrupted. "You're finally here."
Nick turned towards the door and watched as the "new" therapist entered, wondering what this one looked like.
