• A girl 5’3 in height, stormed into her room. Her eyes flashed gray to hazel as she growled to herself. Her Dad made her completely angry. He simply do not understand this, but neither do she. She like boys, boys were her life. Without the game of catching boys, Gabriella Freesia had nothing to do. Of course she had her small diary, with it worn spine and her name scripted on the side, but that was all.

    Friends were second nature to the hunt. If she had to think about it, Gabriella was like a wild snow tigress. She hunts for her prey. No, better yet. She was a black praying mantis that catch the male in her trap and than bites it head off, because to Gabriella. Men were nothing more than just that.

    Gabriella plopped down on her bed, letting the satin comforter rubbed against her smooth skin. She reached up under her pillow and pulled out her diary. Today have been hectic and she glad she have something to spilled her problems out to, even if the listener was a book. Gabriella stretched her arms till her fingers were wrapped around the knob of her night stand. She pulled out the drawer and grabbed her sparkly pen. She then quickly opened her diary and wrote in it.



    Dear Diary,

    Earlier today I went and stood in front of my floor length mirror. I than began to stripped down in my little outfit and model myself in front of the mirror. I thought it would look good, but I only look slutty in a trashy way. I felt hideous and disgusting. I really want to ask Brett why. Why he wanted sex from me? Why he wanted to ******** me, and why, why, why, why WHYYYY!? But I think I already knew why. Because I put myself out like that. I put up a blog full of sexy stories that I written down and I gave him my phone number. Other than that, I guess that why he look toward me. It not like I gave him the wrong impression. I just gave him the impression of sex. He not even attracted to me, I think. Wait, I know he isn’t! He just wants sex from me and my voice attracts him on the phone. I guess I should look away, but I can’t. It’s fun. He told me not to be jealous if some girl asks him out. In other words, if the girl was prettier and curvier than me. I wish it wasn’t that easy. So he don’t won’t me. He wants ALL the prettier girls that ask him. Dear God, am I truly that hideous?

    Yes, was she really that ugly? Gabriella put down her pen, and climbed off the bed. She then moved closer to her floor length mirror and lifted up her shirt. Her stomach was flat and her hair was long and curly. It was cut to shape her face, but she guess boys wasn’t into that.


    That is why she plays the games. Brett was the one boy that managed to use her game on her. She hissed and tugged her shirt down her body and walked to her book case. Before her mama died and went to God, she used to teach Gabriella the ways of a wicked. Gabriella had learned many things from her mother to know what to do to males, how to erase the spell, and how to make them suffer.



    When her mother died, she promised herself she would not use the spells…Till now. Gabriella opened the book and flipped through the 18th century volume. She skimmed her slender finger along the paragraphs and incantations, till she found what she was looking for. Moving to her computer desk, she sat down and starts to read the spell.




    “Oh Brett, look like the games are not yet over with,” She laughed and slowly starts to read through the text.

    The next day, Gabriella was fully awoke and smiling. Her dad gave her a curious look as she came running down the steps. Her long, black, curly hair flying behind her, and her gray eyes sparkling with happiness and mirth. She sat down to eat her usual sausage and biscuit, and looked up at her Daddy.

    “Good Morning, Papa F, how was sleep last night?” Using her favorite nickname for her Dad, she easily took a bite into her breakfast.

    Her dad on the other hand gave his daughter a curious look, as to wonder why she was happy this morning. Yesterday evening he had a stern conversation on her chasing after little boys, when she should be chasing after some good grades. He simply told her “God before Grades, and Grades before Guys.” He wonders if she took that message to heart, and if she did. He felt like his job of being a single parent was finally beginning to come through.

    “My dreams were the typical. Me going to work without my pants and coming home with an even more upside down smile than a spilled ice cream can give me.”

    Gabriella laughed at her Dad crazy assessment to anything and wiped her mouth. She then cleared her mess from the table and walked to the door, grabbing her book bag along the way.

    “I am leaving now, Daddy. See you when I get home. Bye…” Gabriella shut the door and clearly hurried from the house. The bus pulled to a stop in front of her, and she climbed on. 10 minutes and a painful headache from the loud bus, Gabriella got off at McChester High, home to the cougars.



    Looking around, she spotted Brett. Brett was even more dashing in a body fitting, baby blue shirt and a gold dragon on display on the front. His biceps flex when he shuffles his books to one arm to the next, and he was wearing stone wash jeans. As Gabriella took notice of his look, she felt someone watching her. Looking up, she saw Brett’s eyes were on her.

    Well more importantly her fingers. She had given him something in a dark movie theater, when the movie Unborn was playing and he had given her the feeling of being use. Feeling his stares traveling up her body and landing on her 34C chest, Gabriella crossed her arms and walked closer to him. His friend moved away from him, making Gabriella feel like he was just talking to them about her.

    “Gabriella, it nice to see you other than a dark movie theater.” He said while his eyes were clearly looking at her right breast.

    “Brett, don’t play dumb. I gave you something and you gave me nothing.”

    “I could have given you something more if you had followed me home later that day.” He said angrily. “But you decided to keep your virginity like a goody-good.” Now this time he said it with disgust. Gabriella study Brett’s face for awhile and clenched her fist. This b*****d actually meant that!

    He actually meant what he said. She stormed pass him, making sure her shoulder hits his hard, and worry about the pain later. She then walked into the bathroom and check under the stalls to make sure nobody was in here. When her assessments were through, she turned the light switch off and lit several white candles for purity. She then pulled out a piece of paper and start reading the spell.

    The flames flicker as each spell was said, and it suddenly blew out like a gust of imaginary wind touch it. Feeling like her job was complete; she walked out the bathroom, only to see someone come running to her. At first glance, she assumes it was a girl, and at another glance, she wondered why the girl was so ******** ugly. The girl suddenly bumped into Gabriella and they both tumble to the tile floor in a heap. Pulling away, Gabriella got a chance to look at the girl face and a gasp.

    The girl was Brett Weskit! The spell had actually worked! She had cast Brett into a girl, so he can learn all about a girl.

    “Brett…Is that you? Or is this his sister?”

    That is why she plays the games.




    Please tell me what do you think. Please give me good and bad reviews and be a critic to my work. Usualy I write about sexual stuff for friends who want to be a part of the stories(name is unknown to you), but I decided to write about something else.