Cheater's Stone Reverse Angle Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Marcia and Jason returned home not long after Joyce had.  Marcia was carrying dresses that she picked up from the cleaners.  The very formal prom and cocktail dresses were encased in plastic.  They were Jimmy's work attire.  Marcia brought them up to her bedroom to be put away.  When she came down, Marcia wasn't wearing a shirt nor her bra.  “Mom, we have guests,” Jason reminded her.  As Marcia reluctantly returned to her room there was a clear pout on her face.  When she returned she had dressed appropriately, although she clearly wasn't happy about it.

“OK, Jason I want another double or nothing.  I'll bet you I can ask you a riddle you won't answer.” Joyce asked when he got her alone.

“No bet,” Jason said.  This totally threw Joyce off.

“What do you mean 'No Bet?'”

“I mean no bet.  I don't want to bet for that.”

“But you have to.  You have to give me a chance to get even,” Joyce whined.

“No, I don't.  I gave you two chances already.  Who says I have to give you another chance.”

“You just have to.”

“I think it's fine the way it is.”

“No, it isn't.  I'm not supposed to be in the fifth grade! You are!”

“OK, I'll double or nothing you, for let's see, I want your education and your driver's license.”  These were only two things, but there were four things that Joyce needed.  When Jason did make a double or nothing, she would get two more things if she won.

“What do you mean by my education and my driver's license?”

“I mean just that, if I win, I'll know everything you learned in school and I'll be legally able to drive your car and everything that goes along with that.”  Joyce didn't understand what was meant by everything that went along with that.  But she didn't have any choice, if she refused to bet then she was stuck in the fifth grade, regardless of her education.  “OK, so it's a bet?” Joyce asked hopefully.

“No, I'll decide upon the bet.”

“OK, what will it be?”

“I don't know, let me think for a while.  I'll come up with something.”

Joyce pestered Jason all day.  She had to win everything back.

Jimmy finally made it home at 6:30.  He wanted to get out of his work clothes before sitting down to dinner.  So he went to his room to remove his dress and shoes.  His feet were aching from wearing heels all day.  

Jason had a better appreciation for the outfit that Jimmy was wearing and was a little disappointed when he came back wearing only some sweats.  The whole family all sat down for dinner.

“Joyce, are you sure you have to go on Friday?  I have a gig coming up Saturday.  It'll be a great show.”

"I'm sorry, I met a guy at the park.  We sort of have a date."

"A date?"

"Yeah, he's going to teach me how to play basketball better after school.  Then I suppose we'll go out to get something to eat.  After that, he'll take me to the Sonics game.  He has season tickets."

"Who is this guy?"

"His name is Richard Ifediorah."

Jason knew Mr. Ifediorah.  Jason thought, "Aunt Joyce doesn't know how lucky she is that Mr. Ifediorah was going to teach her how to play."  Jason wished it was him.

“You should hear me sing, I sound just like Mary Wilson.  I swear if you close your eyes you'll think you are hearing her.  Maybe you can bring this Richard guy along.  I'll let you in free.  You won't pay for anything,” Jimmy said.

Joyce didn't know how well that would sit with Richard that Joyce was 'paying for everything'.  Men like to take care of their women.  Especially on the first date.  It makes them feel important.

“Jimmy plays really well,” Marcia said supporting her husband.  “You should see him.”

“I don't doubt it, but I have to go.  Maybe next time”

“Jimmy that reminds me.  I picked up your dresses from the dry cleaners.” Marcia told him.

“Thanks, honey.”

Finally, it was Joyce's bedtime.  Marcia told her to get ready for bed.  This was the time that Jason came up with an idea.  OK, I'll bet you I can be in my jammies faster than you can.  Since Joyce could throw on anything, it would be quick to change.  Plus, she saw that Jason was wearing sandals that were fastened with a buckled ankle strap.  She knew that it would take time to get out of.  He couldn't just fling them off like Joyce could do with her sneakers.  The top that Jason was wearing was fastened in the back with a button and there was also the hook-n-eye thing with a zipper of the skirt he was wearing.  Putting on a nightgown might be quicker than pajamas, but taking off everything would take much longer.  Joyce was sure she would win.  

Without thinking too much, Joyce said it's a bet, and ran towards her room.

But when she got there and started to change, Marcia came in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting dressed for bed."

"Have you taken your shower yet?"  This was a rhetorical question, Marcia knew very well that Joyce hadn't taken any showers.

"Uh, no."

"Well then..."

"But, let me get dressed first.  I have to..."

"Don't be ridiculous.  What's the point in putting on your pajamas before your shower?"

Due to the original bet, Joyce had to follow Jason's bedtime ritual to the letter.  She took her pajamas with her, but she had to take a shower before changing.  She had to wash thoroughly.  By the time she was done, Jason had won the bet.

Exiting all clean and dressed from the bathroom, Joyce realized, that not only was all her education past fifth grade gone, but tomorrow she would need someone to drive her to school or she would have to walk.  Then to add insult to injury, Marcia asked Joyce if she remembered to brush her teeth.  In the rush to get dressed, she had forgotten.  

"Then do it now Missy," Marcia told her.  Joyce trudged back to the bathroom to brush her teeth for two minutes as was expected.  She had to follow Jason's (now her) bedtime ritual to the letter.  Which included two full minutes brushing her teeth, being tucked in with 'her Rabbit', and a bedtime story.  So ended her second day at her cousins.

Jason stayed up late that night too.  He didn't have a bedtime anymore and he didn't need to go to school either.  Although he decided to get up early.  He wanted to drive Joyce to school.  He wasn't sure if he owned Joyce's car, but of the two of them, he was the only one licensed to drive.  He was actually feeling so giddy about it, that he decided if he was going to drive Joyce, he should also drive Dylan to school and Sofia to daycare.

Joyce woke up the next morning but didn't get out of bed.  She still had the Rabbit clutched in her arms.  It comforted her.  She was full of energy since she had gotten a full night's sleep and when Marcia came in to wake her up she shot out of bed.  She had to pee anyway.  

Joyce went to the bathroom and pulled down her pajamas.  For a second she wondered what it would be like to pee standing up like Jason.  She was doing everything else  Jason's way, why not that too.  But she turned and sat down.  This reminded her, bring a pad to school.  Her period hadn't started yet, but it was soon in coming.

She brushed her teeth and her hair.  She knew what she had to do in the morning and didn't fight against any of it.

Next, she went back to the room and picked her clothes for today.  She didn't have to worry about selecting an entire outfit anymore.  She opened the drawer picked up the first pair of underwear she saw, then the first t-shirt and a pair of jeans from the closet, and she was done. She hadn't gotten dressed any faster in decades, if ever.  Joyce wished she had made a bet as to who could get ready the fastest in the morning.  That she would have won.

Arriving at the breakfast table she saw that only Dylan and Sofia were there.  She ate her breakfast.  Marcia was happy that she didn't have to hurry Joyce along today.

Jason paradoxically woke up at the time he would have been expected to.  But this time he has a lot to do in the morning.  

He started by picking out an outfit for today.  He quickly decided against jeans.  He had worn them yesterday.  He would never wear jeans again if he could help it.  He decided to wear a skirt.  He picked out a red and blue maxi skirt with a geometric pattern.  

Next, he looked through the drawers for a top that went with the skirt.  He knew he had to wear a top with some sort of sleeves.  Anything sleeveless might make his shoulders seem too wide.  He found a button-down top that was in similar colors.

But before he could put on his outer clothes he needed a bra and pantie.  He decided that even though he didn't have breasts the bra was a good thing.  The padding of the cups would make his top look better.  He chose a pretty bikini-style pantie that was also blue that went with his skirt and its matching bra.  

Jason didn't want to wear pantyhose, so he found a pair of nude knee-high stockings to wear with his ballet flats.  This took time, but Jason didn't mind.  In fact, he enjoyed wearing pretty clothes that made him feel good.

Jason wished he knew how to put on makeup to improve his appearance.  Without realizing it, Joyce's habits, mannerisms, and beauty tips (makeup knowledge and such) were transferred to Jason.  This was Jason's third out of four wishes.

Jason put on his makeup and walked in a feminine manner to the kitchen.  He felt pretty.

He arrived at the breakfast table later than everyone else, but it didn't matter too much.  He wanted to drive everyone to school, he could eat when he got back.  It was a breeze to get ready.

“Mom, I'll take Joyce and Dylan to school and Sofia to daycare,” Jason announced.

“I go to school too,” Sofia corrected.

“Thanks, Jay, that'll be a big help,” Marcia told him.

Everyone went to Joyce's car.  Jason helped Sofia into her car seat in the back.  It was still there from yesterday.  Dylan got in the back with her and Joyce rode in the front passenger seat.  Even though Joyce's school was closest, Jason dropped Dylan and Sofia off first.

Alone in the car, Jason informed Joyce that, “I have decided.  The next step on the bet is that almost all of your friends will be boys around eleven.”

“What???”

“Don't worry.  This will make school more fun.  You'll have all of my friends there.”

“But???”

“Hey unless you win everything back, you will be going to school for a long time.”

“I don't want to go to school.”

“Neither did I, but here we are.  You had better get out.”  Joyce did as she was expected.  She took her book bag and lunchbox with her and headed towards her class.  She knew where it was including her seat in her room.  

There were boys playing basketball before school.  Joyce had practiced and wanted the other boys to see that she had improved.  

"Can I play?"

"Next game," one of the boys told her.  She was now part of the group. But that didn't mean the game would stop just so that she could join.

She wasn't worried about someone saying she shouldn't be playing with little boys and calling the authorities or whatever one did when an adult woman played with children.

While he was on his way, Jason worked on the last part of his bet.  Jason wanted desperately to learn how to shoot from Mr. Ifediorah.  But the kicker was the tickets to the Sonics game.  Why should Aunt Joyce go?  She wouldn't enjoy the game as much as he would.  What did she know about basketball?

Jason used his final wish to swap his and Aunt Joyce's social life.  She had all of his friends now anyway.

Jason now no longer felt young nor naive when it came to his social life.  He was now dating casually three men all in their thirties at the same time.  He was sure and confident enough to go after any man he wanted.  It wasn't anything serious with any of them although he had a good time with all.  Jason didn't want to get tied down to just one man and he thought that the men he was dating knew that.  But if they didn't it didn't matter too much.  If they got too serious he could cut it off with any of them in an instant.  

But better yet, he had a date with  Mr. Ifediorah, errr, Richard.  He was definitely a hottie.  Jason thought about him differently than he had a few minutes before.  Richard wasn't just a nice man who could teach him how to play basketball and would take him to a game.  He was a serious looker, who made a lot of money.  Jason wanted to learn more about him.  Jason determined to cut the basketball practice short and spend more time at dinner talking with Richard.

Jason had to get back home and look through his apparel.  He needed the right outfit.  Something that could be worn on the basketball court, but still is appropriate for a dinner date.  Maybe Jason would have Richard drop Jason off to change?  Maybe Jason shouldn't even dress for basketball at all?

In the classroom, Joyce took her seat and immediately started upon the 'Do Now'.  She found the work challenging, but not impossible.  When she got an answer right she took pride in it.  She had to work to get the answers.  Well for some of the problems anyway.  She still had time to look around the class.  Joyce found that she knew the name of most of the students in the class.  Several of the boys were friends of hers.  Others not so much.

While looking around, she spotted one of the girls, Antonette who she liked.  Joyce found herself at the awkward age where she thought that all girls were nasty.  But there was something about Antonette.  She hated herself for liking her.  Antonette didn't know that she existed, but she wanted her to notice her too.  Joyce knew that this was wrong, she shouldn't have feelings for a child, but she did.  Not that she would admit it to anyone in the class, especially the boys who would make fun of her for liking a girl.

The morning flew by as thoughts and school problems entered Joyce's head.  When it was time for lunch, Joyce sat at a table with the boys.  She was accepted immediately.  She, like the rest of the boys, gulped down her sandwich.  Marcia wasn't here to see her and then ran outside to play with her 'friends'.   She wanted them to see how much she had improved.  It didn't matter, as long as she was six inches taller than the other boys she was a hit at basketball.

The more that Joyce played with the boys, the easier it was for her to fit in.  She was no longer restrained by the social graces of being a woman.  She was allowed to be as rambunctious and crude as she liked.  Burping, farting, and taunting were acceptable behaviors for her while she was around her friends.  

Joyce found she loved to trash talk.  The other boys could take it and dish it out.  She could do as she liked, she knew she couldn't get into a fight as she was much bigger and stronger than the 'other boys'.  No eleven-year-old boy could compete with an adult woman.

Joyce left the game after the game ended so another boy could play.  There were only five minutes left in recess anyway.  She decided to walk about the schoolyard and see what was going on.

Joyce spotted Antonette.  Antonette was by herself in a corner smoking a cigarette.  Joyce didn't particularly like smoking, but if Antonette wanted to it was fine with her.  Joyce thought that Antonette very was pretty.  She was the only student who was taller than Joyce.  Antonette was five foot ten and 175 pounds.  Her hair was cut short as was her beard and mustache.  Her watermelon print shift dress hung prettily from her broad shoulders to her knees.  On her legs were white tights and Mary Janes.  Joyce could still see the hairs underneath her stockings.  

"She would look better with black tights with that outfit," Joyce thought.  "But she is only eleven, she'll learn the finer points of fashion when she gets older."  Regardless, Joyce thought she was very pretty.

Joyce wanted to come up to her and say "Hello," but was a bit embarrassed to do so.  Boys and girls weren't supposed to be friends in this grade.  Joyce wasn't really a little boy, she could talk to this girl if she wanted.  But it took a while to work up the courage.

Before she had the chance, Ricky ran up to Joyce and asked, "Hey, you coming to my laser tag/sleepover?"

Joyce didn't know she had been invited, but when Jason swapped their social lives, she now was.

"Laser tag/sleepover?"

"Yeah, a few of the guys and I are going to play laser tag and then everyone is sleeping over at my house.  Can you come?"

"Who'll be there?"

"The guys: you know Mark, Elliot, Chris, and a couple of others.  You coming?" Ricky asked hopefully.

"I have to ask Marc...my mother.  But I want to.  I'm sure she'll let me."

"Kewl!"

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