I've got five days to stop Kristy. Least I'm in you think to yourself as you walk to the front door of your house, trying to ignore the alien feel of your new cheerleader uniform. As you walk inside you see a major problem. Mom must had picked up Tim while your aunt is doing magic stuff with Brooke. He takes one look at you and freaks.

"Noooooooo!" Tim screams, and runs off. His screams attract hayley, who yelled before seeing you, "What's that kid's problem. He's been driving me crazy! I... oh" she said, as she spotted you. "Cute uniform. It really suits you."

"Shut up..." you moan. "Tim knows its me, and it freaked him out. We better talk to him, fast." Megan and Hayley nod, and you begin searching. It takes fifteen minutes, before Hayley finds him, hidden in the attic. She smiled grimly. "You really have a serious girl phobia Tim."

"Phobia?"

"Yeah. It means fear of."

"I'm not afraid of girls" Tim said definantly. "They're stupid and icky and dumb...."

"That not what I meant, and not, we're not stupid and all that" Hayley said, straightening her skirt. "You have a fear of being turned into one. I understand that, with Bethany, and now Jess, but there is only one way for you to get over this fear. Good thing you ran here. There is a reason why you shouldn't run into the attic. Mom will blame the attic and not me!"

"No" Tim screamed, seeing whats coming. "Nooooooo!" as a stand of shoulder length blond hair sprouts from his head, followed by a dozen, then hundreds, followed by the whole lot. By the time you and Megan reach him, his hair is in a single braid, and a pink bow is attached to the right side of his hair. Furthermore, his frame is thinner, more girl-like. Panicked, Tim, ignoring you and the others, takes a look at his underwear, only to scream even more at the sight of his new butterfly printed panties, and flat feminine crotch. Tim is now a her... and she knows it. "No. you turned me into a cootie factory" Tim said, tearing up slightly.

"thats right. A sweet little girl shouldn't be wearing icky boys clothes" Hayley giggled. Tim's protests were ignored as she watched helplessly as her shirt began to puff up in the sleeves and split down the back, before vuttoning up. It then fuzed with her shorts, and the legs split, forming a pink princess cut dress