“You mean you’d still hang out with a kid like me, even if you were back to normal?” Casey asked, feeling her emotions start bubbling up to the surface. Since her little breakdown in the woods, Casey had been finding that her emotions were becoming more and more harder to control. At times, it felt like she was going to cry and at others she felt so frustrated, she just wanted to scream. It was so hard for Casey to be experiencing so many complex emotions. For her, being the rough and tough, never back down girl was all she knew. It was who she was and she was slowly finding herself changing. She could track it all back to when she found Ash back in her meal at the restaurant. Since that day, she’s been on a rollercoaster ride that just keeps on going, and when she met up with Brad, her ride just got wilder. Now, if she didn’t get things under control, she was going to derail and she certainly didn’t want that. It was time for tough Casey to return and weepy, kiddy Casey to kick the bucket.

“Of coarse I’ll stay with you Casey,” Brad replied with a naughty smile. “Who else is going to clean your toes and smell your armpits. Only I get that honor.” Casey started laughing and Brad joined her. She had yet to go through with any of the teasing banter she had with Brad and even though the idea of having her best friend act like her slave sounded slightly appealing, Casey had no plans on forcing him anywhere near on her body that he didn’t want to go. However, if Brad ever let her put him in her armpit or near her toes or even near her underaged sex, Casey wouldn’t turn him down. Casey still though of Brad as a brother, but that didn’t mean she’d refuse him any adventures he might want to have with her oh so willing body.

“Hehehehehe, but seriously,” Casey panted in between her giggles. “If you were able to live like a man again. Play baseball, chase girls, and get drunk, would you leave me?” All at once Casey became dead serious. She needed to hear this from the horse’s mouth if she wanted to feel good about her friendship with Brad. She had to know whether her bond with him was based on mutual friendship or his need to survive. Brad was left to contemplate Casey’s question, rubbing his chin as he tried to tell her his inner most feelings. Feelings weren’t something Brad was good with, hence his need for jokes and wit.

“I think that before I shrunk, I wouldn’t have stayed with you.” Casey’s heart sank, but she let Brad continue. “Back then I had fame, legions of fans, cash and everything a man could want. Did you know that before I shrunk, I was engaged? Yep, that’s right, Brad the man of a hundred women was planning to get hitched and not to any old girl. She was a model that I met at a party during the opening season. She was on the cover of Poke-a-babe and had almost as much cash as me. She had one of the nicest booties I’d ever seen. Damn, you could bounce a gym badge of that tush.”

Brad stopped talking when he saw Casey frowning down at him, arms crossed and glaring daggers at the mini-playboy. Casey wasn’t so much jealous at Bad for talking about another woman then a little miffed that Brad was getting off track. She wanted an answer, not information on his girlfriend’s butt.

“Back to my point, I had everything I could ever want and then like that, it was gone. I shrunk one morning and I lost my career, my fans, my money and my girl. Turns out that she held the same thoughts on shrinkees that most people do and I became her former fiancé in a matter of seconds. Wouldn’t even eat me because I’d been on the floor and she didn’t feel like wasting her time washing me off, what a bitch. Nobody cared about me or tried to stop my greedy bastard parents when they sold me to that five star dump of a restaurant. Then, when everyone else turned their backs on me, you came in. Sure, we had a few issues at the beginning, but you still treated me like a man. You were the only person that really cared about me. Not the fans, not my family, not my slut fiancé. Only you could open your hear and she Brad, not another nameless shrinkee. You’re my only friend in the whole world, the only one that’s ever really cared. I love you Case, more then you’ll ever…Holy Crap!!!” Brad had stopping his monologue right before he was finished and was pointing a shaky finger at Casey.
“What, did I fart or something?” Casey asked, unaware why Brad was pointing at her.

“Yo…you…. you’re…. Crying,” Brad stuttered.

“What are you talking about? I’m not…” Casey found herself frozen. She had reached up to her cheek and felt the wetness. She really was crying again. The emotions hadn’t even reached her brain yet, but her body had already began to react. Everything Brad had said was so beautiful and touching and it made her feel so woozy inside. She’d never felt so happy, this was better then wining the World Series, better then eating a shrinkee God. This was…was…was…too much.

“I mean, geez Casey. I know you cried twice before, but those times I’d been either too angry to really look at you or it was too dark to see very well.” Brad shuddered all over, holding his sides as he trembled. “Seeing you cry is like seeing the Scythes win the World Series, it’s just too surreal. You know what I mean? You know what I mean?” Brad repeated, waiting for Casey’s stinging come back.

“I’m not crying!” Casey screamed, standing up in a second. Her tears kept running down her cheek and she stared down diffidently at Brad. “I’m Casey and I don’t cry, I don’t whine, I don’t make excuses. I kick ass and take names. I’m the girl that always has a shrinkee in her snatch. See!” Reaching into her pocket, Casey pulled out one of her toilet paper shrinkees. The poor shrunken soul let out a sigh of relief. He was no longer in the bathroom and no longer at risk of being rubbed against some fat cows sphincter. He didn’t have much time to be happy because as soon as he was pulled out of Casey’s pocket, the overemotional girl crammed him down her pants and started pushing her against her dry and bare crotch.

“See! See! I’m not a little cry baby. I’m a woman! A woman!”

Brad was left speechless and a little freaked out. What had brought this on, was it his story? Had he done this. Then Brad remembered something he’d almost forgotten. Casey wasn’t some girl. She wasn’t the type of person that liked watching romantic movies and thinking about boys. She’d never be caught wearing pink or putting on make-up. For someone like her to cry, not once, not twice, but three times, must be very scary. She must feel that she’s losing control and becoming what she most hated, just some girl. Brad stood up and looked at Casey, determined to solve this.

“I know you aren’t crying, so stop mashing that shrinkee against your snatch. You’re only going to waste him.” brad knew he wasn’t dealing directly with Casey’s problem, but he couldn’t do anything right now. She was too fragile. He’d wait until she was strong again and then talk about her emerging femininity. He had plenty of time to talk about it with her later.

“You’re right, I’m not crying and I resent you for saying so. Maybe a few hours licking between my toes will teach you to think I’m weak.” Brad smiled as he saw Casey wipe away her tears. Everything was going to be all right.

Casey pulled open the front of her pants and looked down. Her face flinch at the sight she saw in her panties. “Looks like I pressed him a little too hard. There’s blood all over my little cunnie.” Casey laughed dryly, feeling a bit of humor at the unfortunate death of her shrinkee victim. Then she noticed something. “Hold on, I don’t think this is all his blood. Oh my God, I think I’m bleeding from my cunt.”

Fuck, was the only thing Brad could think at that moment.