Alternate Players

by Tyrone Slothrop

 

Jenny's Ranch, Mid Summer, Ventura, North America, Western Seaboard, Reality Plus Two

 

Confidence. Singing torch songs backed by a 'big band swing' sound had never been Robert's forte, but he could sing, and found Bobbie-Louise's 'style' as viewed and 'felt' with the syntha jack to be easily within his grasp.

"Wow, Bobbie! That was really hot! You put some new feel into that one, stuff I've never heard before. You want us to up tempo it a bit and the next take?" Derek Domino held his saxophone with one hand as his pony tail bounced with his head nods, proposing a new beat. The roomful of musicians with him in the studio milled about, waiting for his direction.

Robert turned towards the huge screen, allowing him a view of his backup band. They were someplace on Sepulveda, while he could work from Jenny's own studio on the ranch.

"I need a bit of a break, Der, tell the boys to take 15…and I need to check with the syntha guys too." Robert stretched, pulling his blonde mass of hair behind him so it mostly fell down his back. His new breasts strained against the halter top, sending a wave of pleasant sensation through his body. He wondered at the lack of reaction in his new vagina, which seemingly so encased his male genitalia that it felt like they had disappeared.

"Bobbie-Louise, we have the readings for you, please acknowledge…." Gregory Depende appeared on the small screen next to the large on.

"Okay, Greg, what's the verdict? Do these damn toys work or not? Did the syntha signal come through?"

"The technology is sending fine, we are getting solid loopback results on everything. Your own syntha signal has recovered after that slight issue a few weeks ago, which is normal, every syntha star has moments of relapse back to when they were new….it's just that…well, you seem to have incorporated the breasts into your syntha output, in fact, they are real strong, but the main sexual emotional overlay, both male and female is really weak, way off your old responses…."

"Great, so what now, another fitting? Your girls have removed and refit this thing at least five times…"

"No, we have a plan…"

 

A few hours later, as the twilight began to edge out the remnants of the day, Francine found Jenny snacking on chips and salsa as a pre-dinner activity.

"Mistress Jenny, Bobbie seems to be upset. She's …I mean he's…oh hell he's quite a she these days…well, Master Bobbie has been sitting on the deck, and she's…dammit I mean he's been crying ever since the music session today."

"Thanks, Francine. Give me a kiss and I'll go out and see what our little starlet has on her …I mean his mind." Jenny said, setting down the handful of chips as Francine took her in her long, powerful arms and kissed her deep and soulfully.

Jenny lingered a bit, running her hands up Francine's well toned thighs under her skirt, slowly moving her thumbs over the bodyguard's mons veneris. She didn't relent until Francine moaned, and then kissed her quickly before she went outside.

 

Philosophy Under Early Starlight, Reality Plus 2

 

The soft flare from the gas heaters cut the evening chill on the deck as the heat of the day was replaced by a chill from the sea. Jenny approached Robert quietly, seeing his tear streaked cheeks glistening in the candlelight.

"Want to talk, Bobbie?"

Robert looked up and locked on her eyes. "Yeah, pull up a cushion, Jen. I'm feeling a lot lost here…."

"So talk, best friend." Jenny sat down, and gently took Robert's left hand and held it to her own heart.

"Who are we, Jen? Are we the same people we used to be? Or are we just memories loaded into new shells? Am I Robert Morgan or Bobbie-Louise? And then who the hell was Bobbie O'Malley? Did I kill the real Bobbie-Louise when I showed up? Are we gone back home or has some other Robert grabbed my old body? Doesn't any of this bother you?" Robert was breathing slowly, a sign to Jenny he was forcing a calming mental exercise on himself. His new bosom was rising and falling, a sexually exciting metronome, making Jenny squirm to ignore the tingling in her crotch.

"I don't know, Bobbie. I do know I feel we aren't killing anyone, but I don't know why, it's just an overall feeling. Maybe it's the Domron thing…."

"Yes, I considered that, I feel that too, but how can we trust it? Is it changing us? Why? Why do I adapt to being so…so…girly? I know all men here and in the last place were, so it's not like I was some freak in terms of the place we are…but it should make me feel like a ….damn, like some sissy or something…"

"Robert, one of the reasons you're my best friend in the whole damn world is you've always seemed more …balanced…or …deeper… than other guys. Like you aren't driven like some macho balls brained asshole. I never thought it made you a sissy, or gay or anything; actually, it made you real sexy, all the girls thought so…no, you are just doing what's smart to survive. Stop beating yourself up for not being a friggin jerk!"

Robert smiled, as Jenny had hoped he would.

"Okay, well it's kind of hard being 'balanced' with these hooters and this hmmm …what to call it…"

"Your Pussy? Cunt? Slit? " Jenny giggled

"Okay, my 'electric vagina'."

"Well, how is it being a girl, girlfriend?"

"Well, the boobs do feel good, but the vagina is actually what triggered this little bout of whining…."

"So I heard. So what do the syntha boys and girls want you to try now to get the damn thing working?"

"They want me to have sex."

"What?"

"Theory is, I need to "use it" to integrate my emotional output for the syntha. Hard to emote something you've never experienced…the scary thing is they are probably right. Even scarier is I agreed and suddenly started looking at various guys' crotches…Fuck me, this damn mess is making me a homosexual and it took five minutes to catch myself at it! How much is this changing me?" Robert was cried out, but the emotional storm was raging behind his eyes.

"Let's get calm, Bobbie. Okay? Look, you can try some of the toys I found in my bedroom, maybe that'll help…."

"No, Jen. Part of me wants to give it a real test drive. Sorry, but I do need to get emotionally tied to it for the syntha to work and plastic pricks won't do…it's kinda hard to put into words…"

"Okay, Bobbie, look at it this way. You have a vagina, and you want to use it in a heterosexual manner. Sounds heterosexual to me."

"Damn, that sounds good, but it's also rationalizing…"

"Shit, Bobbie, humans live on rationalizations. Look, if in the next reality I get an electric penis I am not going to let some stupid label prevent me from trying it out! And I am already a lesbian, so that makes it doubly damned weird! Just calm down and do what has to be done! And have some fun while you're at it!"

Robert grinned and hugged Jenny, their breasts softly squishing into each other. "Thanks, JenJen, best friend and blood brother…"

"Only because you agreed to be a blood sister in the treehouse!"

Robert laughed.

"And Bobbie, yes, I think the Domron is not so much changing us as making us change….I have more self confidence…I don't get stage fright…and you seem more careful, and your ability to influence people even when you are the smaller and weaker one…it's amazing. Now if I could just stop eating all the time…"

"With your metabolism, it's the only way you could maintain that sexy, curvy figure…"

"Damn, all that means if we stay here and I get older, I'll get huge like some of the ladies in the kitchen here. By the way, any ideas on whom the lucky guy's going to be? You can tell me, you're a girl now and we can't NOT talk about sex…."

"I think I need to keep it close to home…"

Jenny held her friend and once more felt a huge sexual need to be with him, and a just as huge an emotion to wait, not now..Damn, this hurts so much, I've wanted Bobbie forever it seems, but if I move now…bad things will happen, damn you, get out of my head! Leave me be! What 'Bad Things?" How?

Jenny's Ranch, the Next Week, Mid Summer, Ventura, North America, Western Seaboard, Reality plus Two

The mid morning sun was wonderfully warm as Robert entered Jenny's office.

"Looking good, Bobbie! Aren't you afraid your boobs will pop out of that bikini top?" Jenny looked up and felt herself go soft inside. Robert was a vision in a gold lame bikini which barely concealed anything, his large breast appliances contrasting with his boyish ass. His blonde hair was in a massive pony tail that seemed to have a mind of its own, softly swishing back and forth across his rear.

"Ah, well , I'm trying to get used to being on exhibit all the time, Jen. Got some time for a heart to heart?"

"Sure, especially since you're a real girlfriend now. Sit down!" Jenny giggled and set down her candy bar.

"Tell me about the twins, Jen."

"Okay….sis. I can guess where this is going…"

"Please, Jenny, just tell me the story…"

 

"Okay, they were born in Japan during the middle of the last war; they had been orphaned and rescued by an American occupation unit which relocated them to an adoptive family in Arizona, friends of my parents. When my singing career took off, I took them on as hairdressers, along with a certain gangly but really cute boy next door as a backup singer."

"Okay, that was after Bobbie-Louise's parents died during the last throes of the pacification of Central Asia and the Urals. I guess that makes us all war orphans…" Robert said in a hushed whisper.

"Well, the twins latched onto Bobbie-Louise like a baby brother, fussing over your every move. When 'Jenny G's' career waned and Bobbie-Louise began to solo, they became like two identical stage mothers who happened to be incestuously gay." Jenny continued.

"So Bobbie grew up with two gay twins doting on his every move…amazing" Robert mused.

"Bobbie, their love for you is clear and uncomplicated. Who better for a boy to turn to when he needs to have his vagina deflowered?" Jenny smiled and reached out to hug Robert.

That Night

Casio and Seiko let Robert ask them for the favor of their affections, in a halting, stumbling way, and then gently took him in their embrace and cried with joy. Their princess was really a princess now, with his new parts, and since he wasn't gay, it wasn't like cheating on each other, especially since Bobbie insisted on doing it, you know…THAT WAY… like straight people did, well, it was just like heavy petting

The first time Robert thought he was going to die of pleasure. The device sent wave after wave of orgasms that were like a long, slow version of what he remembered, except it happened over and over again, in a series of electric pulses across his whole body. When Casio tired, Seiko was ready, and Robert found himself like a kid in a candy shop, he could never get enough.

Over the next few weeks, Robert lost most of his inhibitions about being a girl. In fact, he found it fun.

 

 

Santa Monica, Late Summer, North America, Western Seaboard, Reality Plus Two

 

It seemed like they were endless, screaming, chasing after them as Francine navigated the limo near the sound studio, attempting to find a safe entrance.

"Damn, Mistress, there's no end of them! We may have to force our way through them near the side door!" Francine said, her eyes scanning as Jenny and Robert sat in the back with Casio and Seiko. All wore their hair down, glittering tee shirts that exposed their navels and pleated miniskirts, emblazoned with "Bobbie-Louise Moonlight Madness Tour" across the back and at various trim points.

"Okay, Fancy, try not to hurt them, they do pay the bills." Jenny said, calmly watching the throngs of teenage boys and girls screaming and pawing at the car, attempting to connect to their idol in some cosmic ritual of shared charisma by a momentary contact.

Robert observed the very long, straight hair, the frilly brassieres and tube tops, the fishnet stockings and six inch heels with gartered hot pants that most of the boys and about half of the girls wore, with the rest of the girls dressed in Jenny's signature mini blouse and miniskirt. He knew they couldn't see him through the heavily tinted glass, but he could feel their yearning, demanding mewling need as if he were standing right in the midst of the crowd.

Francine muttered into her communicator and suddenly a phalanx of twelve very large security guards came out of the door, all over six and a half feet tall, all wearing coveralls with their hair tightly up in buns, with minimal makeup visible under their face shields.

"Okay, rollout the netting." Francine said as she let one of the guards move into the driver's seat while she forced open a door against the crush of the crowd.

A cordon was built as two meter high lightweight but ultra strong netting was held up on each side of a slim passageway with guards spaced along the length. Securing the netting to two posts, Francine opened the rear door and Casio and Seiko emerged, followed by Jenny and Robert, all smiling and waving. Robert blew kisses to the crush of teenagers screaming his name as they were whisked inside the studio.

"Mother of God! I thought we were gonna die! Thanks, Francine; tell the boys and girls good work!" Jenny huffed, short of breath as she grabbed a pastry off the table inside the foyer and began chewing. The chubby woman wearing a white coat from the catering company beamed as she saw her goods being enjoyed.

"Imelda, wonderful as usual! Too bad the boys here can't sample this, it's delicious!" Jenny grinned as she finished the delicacy and grabbed another. Robert stared, hunger pangs gnawing.

"Princess, sing now, eat later! Come, we have to get you ready, that right boob is having some problems to attach!" Seiko grabbed Robert by the hand as Casio pushed from behind to whisk him past the food and into their dressing room.

Robert found himself giggling as he let the pair of twins move him along. Casio and Seiko are even bossier now we are lovers….More like older sisters, but with such nice big throbbing penises….oooh! Bobbie, what has happened to you? Screw it, enjoy the ride.

Jenny grabbed a soft drink before she entered to room with the big "VISITORS DO NOT ENTER ---NO FOOD OR DRINK BEYOND THIS POINT" on the door. The short woman in the pink dress and huge silver bouffant looked up, her glare changing to a non-frown a when she recognized Jenny's pink hair and smile.

"Ah, Jenny G! We were just discussing the latest remote recordings from Bobbie-Louise! It's fabulous! The women in the test group all reported huge results! The feelings were almost too much to bear, yet they could not stop…Whatever you did, it worked wonders! His syntha is much more powerful!" The silver bouffant remained immobile as her face animated in greeting.

"Edna! So glad we got here! Looks like the fans are going crazy outside! You have any snacks?" Jenny giggled as she sipped her soda and looked around for some food while brushing a few crumbs off her bosom.

"Of course, dahling, there are chocolates over by the coffee. Now sit your fat ass down and stay out of my way, girl!" Edna said with a slight smile as she attached a multi pronged headset and jacked into the console in front of her, her own cheeks spreading over the sides of her stool.

Robert was by now entirely used to being a Barbie Doll for Casio and Seiko to dress. He couldn't remember the last time he had put on more than underwear without their assistance. He watched as they assembled a huge updo with just a fraction of his hair, the rest flowing about his lavender gown.

Robert mused back to the scene before they left the ranch that morning. Just a few hours ago Seiko had been kissing Robert's "Mammary Extensions" which were about a "C" cup today. The electric sensation was like a velvet glove tickling the pleasure center of his brain. Casio had gently spread Robert's legs and penetrated his "SQS Vaginal Overlay" which seemed wired to both Robert's penis in its cocoon as well as his central nervous system. The overlay prevented much of an erection but allowed the sensation of one to flow to his brain. Robert remembered cradling Seiko's magnificent member in his hands and attacking it with oral ferocity, or was it Casio's? Ah, it was both….

Guys always joked about having a weekend in Vegas with gorgeous twins, but this is incredible! To have gorgeous twins and be the girl….oh boy!

Shaking his head gently, feeling the sway of the huge bouffant on his head, his crystal earrings pendulums in sympathetic time, the rest of his blonde tresses caressing his exposed cleavage barely held up by the lavender bodice of the gown, he looked in a mirror and felt beautiful, sexually desirable. Between his legs, the memory of the earlier sex was still vibrating in his vagina which surrounded his encased penis. What was that that Shania Twain song? "Man, I feel like a woman!" Hah, this place isn't ready for that yet. Strictly Big Band Swing. Maybe…hmmm, it's a thought, let's bounce it off Jenny…no…let's talk to some of the guys in the band at break…

Syntha performances are unique. With so few people who can project a coherent signal from their emotional core and senses in terms other people can synchronize with and "feel", it was impossible even for the same performer to repeat a performance close to a given one.

Robert had tried to explain it to Jenny one evening. "It's sort of like body language, Jen. You know people communicate about 90% without words. Some people can manipulate this, can make people like them, feel an affinity to them just by the way they move their hands and eyes, before a word is spoken. Syntha is like that, only there are fewer people who can send a signal driven by their senses and emotions that effects other people. Some people are 'syntha-deaf', it has no effect, but a good artist can make millions feel what they feel, can send a signal that their brains can resonate with…"

 

Studio Session

 

The clarinet trilled over the saxophones and trumpets, mutes creating a wa-wa effect from the horn section as Bobbie-Louise voiced the song intro.

"And now, a classic for your parents….in memory of Glenda Miller, the great bandleader who wrote this one. She was tragically killed performing for the troops when Minsk was lost to a V-4 rocket….."Moonlight Serenade"….."

Bobbie-Louise took his cue as the brass section dimmed, and his voice , a pleasant alto, sang slowly and caressed each word as it passed breathily over his juicy red lips.

"I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night.
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade."

 

During the musical break between verses, he danced around the stage with his backup singers, once with Gerard, who was in a peach dress cut the same as his, and then with Gloria, also in peach.

Jenny felt the touch of the dance partner, the stirring in her loins as their bodies touched, the sadness in parting. She felt the quiet comfort of the song as the orchestra swelled to the crescendo ending.

"Fabulous Darling! Bobbie! Fabulous! I'm verklempt! You even made an old broad like me hot! We'll sell a million of that one!...Sit, have a water, we do the next song a little up tempo, like you like…." Edna spoke into the microphone from the control room.

 

 

The Birth Of The New Sound

 

Several hours later, Casio and Seiko were fussing over his hair while Robert tried to eat a half a turkey sandwich. The musicians were smoking and joking, milling around waiting for the call to reassemble and finish a few more cuts.

"Geena, what do you call that stuff you and Freddie play during break?" Robert asked the tall, thin redheaded sax player who spoke with a distinct southern accent.

"Oh, my, Bobbie-Louise! That's not for polite folk! Jes some stuff from roadhouses and other foul places a fine person like you shouldn't go near!"

"Ah, Nuts, Geena, Stop that mush mouth stuff. Bobbie, it's called 'boogie', or 'blues', it's jes fun…and some of it's a bit racy…" Freddie said, his white teeth gleaming against his coal black skin as his cigarette sprinkled ashes on his piano keys. He immediately began what Robert knew was a classic boogie riff, while a smiling Geena started blowing improvisation runs. Over in the corner, Millicent, the drummer, tied her hair back and picked up her sticks to lay down the beat, while Les P began picking his guitar. The other musicians either joined in or smiled and clapped.

Robert decided to add something to the mix, and remembered Ella Fitzgerald singing 'scat' from old tunes from home. He began belting out the nonsense sounds, using his voice to cross riffs with Geena and Les P.

After a few minutes, Freddie banged a chord and said "Oh Yeah!!!" The group laughed and grinned.

"Bobbie-Louise! Where did you learn to do dat? Yo be sneaking out to nasty places?" Geena kidded.

"No, Geena. But I've got some music running through my head, could you help me with it? I think the kids might like it…"

"Sho, Bobbie. Sing a little and we'll come in." Freddie said. The whole group assembled in their places, instruments at the ready, waiting to hear.

 

Okay, Robert, all those hours of playing at weddings, handling 'Oldies" requests may come in handy now…

He closed his eyes and took a breath, feeling his nipples tingle against the material of the gown as his breasts expanded outward with the intake of air. He began tapping the beat with his right hand on the top of Freddie's piano.

"Since my Baby left me…I found a new place to dwell….It's down on the end of lonely street…called Heartbreak Hotel…"

Freddie caught on and Millie took over the beat while the others came in tentatively, waiting to hear some more.

Robert began move his hips as he got to the chorus "So lonely baby, I'm so lonely baby, So lonely I could die!" accentuating each beat with a fast swivel.

When the song ended, the band yelled and shouted. Freddie sat there, his teeth shining against his face in a huge grin.

"You wrote that, Bobbie? That was sweet!" he said as hit lit up another smoke.

Robert looked back at him, feeling the high from a good performance. "Let's say I've been carrying it around inside me, Freddie, and it's time to let it out." Thank, ya, Elvis.

"Let it out, Bobbie Louise, Let it out!!"

The speaker in the corner crackled to life. "Bobbie-Louise! What was that? Who has the rights to that? Get up here, now!!!!" Edna's voice sounded flustered and serious.

Robert grinned at the band and turned to head up to the control room, Casio and Seiko fussing as he moved, making sure he didn't crush the bouffant updo on a low ceiling.

 

Jenny had laughed out loud when she heard the song, spewing cookie bits a few feet forward. OmiGod, Robert Morgan, what have you unleashed on this poor unsuspecting reality? This has endless possibilities…

 

Jenny's Ranch, Late Summer, Ventura, North America, Western Seaboard, Reality plus Two

 

"Rock & Roll, Bobbie? Are you kidding? We agreed we'd settle in before we did anything to draw attention to ourselves…It hasn't even been four months…" Jenny tried to sound mad, but was failing miserably.

They were alone in the sunroom after the day's studio session ended with Edna having a near orgasm at the amount she thought the album would sell, along with the certainty she'd be fired for doing such a radical departure for the recording.

"Look, Jen, these folks fought a global war for 20 years, like our WW Two except against Russia and half of China along with Germany and Japan. It kind of locked them into a cultural loop. Music hasn't changed much since the Big Band sound. The kids are screaming for something new, something they can call their own…." Robert said, grinning from ear to ear.

Jenny had not seen him that happy since before the whole 'adventure' began. Either Casio and Seiko are that good in bed, in which case I should give them a try, or he's just found something he can do well. Oh shit, let's do it.

 

"Okay, Bobbie-Louise. I should have known equipping you like a girl would be trouble…"

"Oh, but it's so much fun! You never told me…." Robert giggled, remembering the feeling of taking a probing hard penis into his vagina while his breasts were being gently massaged and kissed. Damn, I feel like a bitch in heat…is this me or the Domron? Damn, I just don't care right now, I need the twins' special talents tonight….

Jenny hugged Robert and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, go get fucked…please, I can feel it in you from here…"

Robert giggled some more and scampered out of the room, shedding his bra and panties as he entered his bedroom suite.

Okay, dammit, why are you changing Bobbie? Answer me you silent piece of shit! Okay, I get that…he's being 'tempered' by the experiences. Why won't you speak words instead of just these damned vague mental impressions? Right, He is my "Chrondar" I am the "Domron" whatever the fuck that means.

Jenny gave up her efforts and found herself weeping quietly as she saw sunset colors lighting up the bottom of the cloud deck. She sat there for an hour, letting her mind go blank of higher thought, just listening to the sounds of the wind.

 

Haleakala Volcano Crater Rim, Maui, Hawaii, Pre Dawn, Early Fall , Reality Plus Two

 

Stars. Thousands and thousands of stars spread across the crystal clear night sky, breathtaking as Robert's breath formed condensation in the chill of the air a mile over sea level. Come to Hawaii and freeze my ass off he mused. But this is worth it, the sky is so clear, like I'm in space. Stars! So many stars! There's a meteor shower like I've never seen over there…and Francine tells me that the orbital bombardment platforms are those twinkling lights on the horizon…no light pollution for thousands of miles, out here in the North Pacific…

History says the civilian casualties were high during the retaking of these islands after the surprise attack…there's still a lot of wreckage and damn few people….

So this is a concert tour for a synthamesh artist. Instead of people coming to see me, I go places they might never see and let them share how it feels. Edna says we have over a half a million paid to jack in for the 'live' performance' and then she'll release the edited, "packaged" version in recorded form.

Hugging himself in the ankle length mink coat, he felt a tingling sensation, and fought the urge to giggle. Dammit, I giggle at everything! It must come with having breasts….

Casio and Seiko were in parkas, fussing over his hair, attempting to get just the right 'flow' to the sparkly 'fairy dust' they had applied to it. It was actually thousands of tiny, self powered light sources, which glittered against the cobalt blue night sky with thousands of stars, giving Bobbie-Louise an ethereal look as the breeze wafted through his tresses at the edge of the crater.

"Ah, Princess! You look fabulous! Too bad we have to share you with all these people…" The twins cooed as they positioned Robert for the cameras, allowing the technicians to slap tiny patches on parts of his body which transmitted the syntha signals as well as the audio.

"Okay, people, we are going live in three….two….." Edna spoke from the confines of her heated van.

Robert stood alone in the dark, the breezes blowing his hair back, grasping his mink, his Cuban heeled thigh high boots settling in the crunchy lava. He heard the swell of music from an array of speakers positioned out beyond the glare of the lights that suddenly came on, each bank adding to the intensity illuminating him.

Don't miss your cue, Bobbie-Louise! Next measure, on the down beat…

"My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you.

Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I Only Have Eyes For You, Dear.

The moon maybe high
but I can't see a thing in the sky,
'Cause I Only Have Eyes For You."

 

Jenny smiled and wondered how they could send a royalty check across realities. Ah, well, he's doing it just as good as the Flamingo's did it…and let's see how a little Do-Wop goes down here…from the looks of Edna and the gang, it's going down damn well…

Robert felt the song swell within him and pushed that emotion out through his vocal chords, the pulsing, grinding longing of his loins, the missed touch of a lover on his back, on his breasts, the quickening of his heart. He looked to the east as he closed off the performance, and saw the glimmer of a new day peeking over the horizon.

The band played an instrumental as he watch the sunrise, the faint glow of lights at first muted and then bursting into clarity as their source attained more arc in the sky. The wisps of clouds below him in the crater became apparent, as did the white surf ringed outcropping of the Big Island of Hawaii to the Southeast. He modulated his breathing and let the warmth of the sun flow over him as he shed the mink coat and stood in the dawn, his wispy brassiere barely containing his breasts, his short shorts almost meeting his boot tops. The transparent body stocking he wore provided warmth without revealing its presence. He let the scene flow over him as the string section swelled to a crescendo.

"Bobbie, are you sure they are ready for this next bit?" Jenny's voice came quietly in his earbud.

Robert grinned as he was handed the electric guitar by Les P, who also carried his own.

Millicent was behind a drum set and Freddie had turned in his piano for an electric stand up base fiddle. All were wearing the same bra and shorts set with matching boots, although Millicent was the only one with any discernable cleavage other than Robert.

"Here goes, Jenny." Robert said, knowing the whole audience could hear it. He nodded to Les P as he flipped his huge fall of blonde hair back over his shoulder, and struck an opening power chord while Freddie hit a repetitive bass line and Millicent began punishing the snare drums. Les joined in with the guitar lead as Robert found the grit inside and pushed out the vocal as he scanned over endless vista of clouds and sea.

"I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah"

 

Edna turned to Jenny in the control room, grinning ear to ear. "Dahling, they may fire me, but I will name my price when the sales come in! Look at the emotional feedback meter! Half a million jacked in are having sonic orgasms! Where has Bobbie-Louise been keeping this? And why didn't you tell me?"

Jenny smiled and nodded, too absorbed in the sensory flow of the synthamesh to respond. We have forty more years of solid gold hits to play, too…well, we can skip the disco part…

Robert closed the four song set off with "Heartbreak Hotel", his body stocking shifting from transparent to white with glitter lights running up and down his torso.

"And we are clear! Fantastic, Bobbie-Louise! A new era in music! Good work everyone, now let's get the hell out of here and down this farkatke mountain and eat some breakfast!" Edna announced as the performance ended.

The handful of on site musicians nodded and gave winks in Robert's direction. He giggled and hugged them, one by one. Casio and Seiko came out and whisked him into the waiting limo with Jenny as Francine hovered behind them.

Robert turn to look back out the rear window as the huge vehicle smoothly accelerated out of the parking area. What's happening to me? I act so …girly…and it feels natural. I feel naked….incomplete…. without these breasts and this artificial vagina…I can barely take my eyes off Casio's and Seiko's crotches….the only woman who excites me anymore is Jenny and she's off limits….what happened to Robert? Does it matter? Maybe I am Bobbie-Louise now and I should forget about Robert…no no no no no….I WON"T FORGET! Shit, now I'm crying again….

Jenny, Casio and Seiko shared glances and said nothing while Jenny took out a tissue and handed it to Robert. After he dried his tears, she took him into her soft, plush bosom and hugged him to sleep.

She felt his breathing slow and the tension recede in her arms. What is the Domron doing to him? Why do I find him so attractive and why do I keep stopping myself from doing anything about it? I've always juggled with the irony of Robert being my best friend and soulmate while I also knew I loved women…do you hear me Domron?

Kaanapali Beach Hotel, Maui, Hawaii, Noon the Same Day, Early Fall , Reality Plus Two

"Ohh, Princess….oooh….please stop….oooh.." Casio moaned as Robert slowly caressed Casio's bulging excitement with a circular tongue movement. Seiko suckled at Robert's right breast while playing with Casio's buttocks with a slender hand.

Robert began fingering Seiko's new vaginal overlay, making the twin gasp. Robert sat up, and lay Seiko down, spreading the twin's legs apart, allowing Casio to slide his pulsing, erect member into his twin's new opening.

A few minutes later, they all lay back, exhausted.

"Princess, is it true you want us to be girls when we sing with you?" the twins asked, still in synchronization.

"Yes…I decided I shouldn't have all the fun , so we can go boy on girls for a while until you two get used to the attachments."

The twins giggled mischievously. "Yes Princess! We shall rotate being the boy until we perform perfectly! It will take much practice!"

Robert smiled and cuddled with his companions. This should feel weird, but it doesn't. Two gay twins plus me in this girly boy body, all with technology that allows us to switch sexual roles….Oh hell, this is fun…and the twins are good people, simple, uncomplicated…and oh so well hung… I'm surprised they could fit into the overlay…I wonder if Jenny and I will ever…..

Across the hall, Jenny felt Francine's powerful hand making it's way up her thigh and began quivering. She threw her arms around her lover's neck and began kissing her breasts slowly, gently.

Oh hell, this is fun….Francine is just what I needed right now…simple, uncomplicated…I wonder if Bobbie and I will ever….

 

Kaanapali Beach Hotel, Maui, Hawaii, Later, Early Fall , Reality Plus Two

Sarong flowing in a swirl of flower patterned cotton, his huge pony tail held by several jeweled ties, Robert paddled barefoot across Jenny's room, checking his makeup in the mirrored wall.

"Oh, you look scrumptious, Bobbie…come sit and let's talk…" Jenny smiled as she ate from a bowl of fresh pineapple chunks. Robert never ceased to be amazed at how Jenny's constant eating resulted in only a slow accumulation of fat. She had gotten slightly plumper since they arrived in this reality, most of it settling in her hips.

"Any word from Edna?" Robert said as he sat on the futon, his long legs curled under him as he made sure his hair was not caught on any obstruction.

"Yes, she just called while you and the twins were grunting heavily. Sheesh, Bobbie, do you all have to be so loud?"

Robert blushed several shades of purple and magenta. His lower lip quivered a bit.

Jenny saw his distress and shifted her pudgy body to hug him. "What's the matter honey? It sounded like such fun!"

The warmth of Jenny's mammoth breasts on his cheek, the sound of her heartbeat calmed him immediately.

"Oh it was fun…Jen. We're like little kids playing post office. Those two make everything seem so pure and innocent and just good fun….it's me. Do you know what I did? I can't believe I did what I did!"

"Bobbie, you're wired up with high tech toys to make you a girl, and frankly, in this place you have already mentioned more than once that "Bobbie-Louise" isn't exactly a macho man. I expect you did stuff that girls do when they get horny. Stuff I've done and felt fine doing it. I also expect "Bobbie-Louise" was not unfamiliar with sucking cock, from what I've heard….so you had fun, Casio and Seiko had fun, it felt good, and now you feel like you did something Robert Morgan would never do. Okay. Except right now, you're Bobbie-Louise. You think I like stuffing my face all the time? Well, Jenny G sure does, and when it comes to basic human needs, fighting that will make something in our heads explode….."

"I feel like I'm being 're-written' or 'edited', like program code is being replaced , or grafted on…" Robert said as Jenny stroked his hair.

"Maybe we are, Bobbie. Except the alternative is we'd be dead…."

"I know it, Jen….thanks…I just needed to talk…."

"So you okay? Is being a girl for sex that bad?"

Robert giggled. "Damn, I wish I'd known…it's great!"

"Okay, so now that you've taken the twin's measures in at least two orifices…how big are they?" Jenny laughed.

Robert broke up and giggled while tickling Jenny, whose 'deadly tickle spot' had survived several reality changes. He then held up his hands to indicate.

"NO! You're kidding!" Jenny said, her eyes wide.

"Okay, now I shared that…what in hell did Edna say?"

Jenny smiled broadly. "Well, she was fired and then they pleaded with her to come back within two hours. Apparently the fan response was off the charts. We do the other two dates and then see what we've created…"

"Hail Hail Rock and Roll" Robert chortled, quoting Chuck Berry as he nibbled on a piece of fruit.

"No more, Bobbie-Louise! You want to get fat?" Jenny playfully slapped his hand away.

 

Inner Reef Hotel, 10 Meters Under the Coral Sea, Australian Occupation Zone , Fall , Reality Plus Two

Twinkling lighting strategically placed inside the reef made the show through the transparent dome eye catching. Robert never tired of marveling at being under the sea yet still having the feeling of being at a beach resort.

The old military structure had been constructed to stage submarine freighters supplying the besieged Aussies during the war, when the Asian armies had invaded after running through the whole Pacific. Never a crowded continent, the place was still recovering ten years after war's end. The Allied Occupation Army still chased after rag tag enemy guerillas in the Northern Territories, but the tourist economy was reviving, and the group that bought the undersea base for pennies on the dollar and put up the hotel were raking in cash.

Jenny had decided that Bobbie-Louise's 'natural' look, which meant the one artfully constructed for appearances in public was to be just a touch more buxom than Bobbie's natural A cups. Casio and Seiko had set the "Mammary Extensions" to produce a very perky "B" cup, leaving the larger sizes for modeling, concerts and their own private sex play. Robert had laughed when Jenny had the twins play with giving him 'more girl butt', each trial producing howls of giggles from the twins and even Jenny, who finally agreed to let his feminine waist be androgynous enough without reinforcement with more curves below.

Clad in a very narrow tube top with lace ruffles over a wrap around mini, Robert entered the clear elevator which took the guests for sunbathing and water sports on the surface flotation deck. He realized it was the first time he had actually been alone since he became Bobbie-Louise. What a life! Not much time for introspection when you are always surrounded by handlers getting you ready for your next 'appearance'….

His blonde hair was now merely waist length, since he had endured hours of letting it set on meter long spiral curl rods. Now he sported a collection of huge cylindrical curls which still tickled his ass when they brushed it. I kind of like this look, and Casio and Seiko sure put in the time to get it. Hope the weather doesn't ruin it on the surface.

Two teenage boys, obviously the kids of well-to-do parents were the only other occupants of the lift as it slowly ascended. Robert looked them over and guessed they were about 14 or 15. Both wore heavy lipstick and eye makeup along with brunette hair straight to mid back, partially hiding their brassiere tops indicating they were Bobbie-Louise fans.

"You're HIM! You're….you….wow" one said while the other one looked about ready to faint.

"Well, I guess I am! And who are you two?" Robert smiled as he flipped his curls absentmindedly. The transparent elevator continued its slow ascent, the sunshine penetrating the water more intensely as the neared the surface.

The boys were Shawna and Jessie, they absolutely loved Bobbie-Louise's new look and new music. "It's so hot! It rocks!"

Shawna produced some paper and a pen from his purse and Robert signed autographs while chatting about makeup. He was a bit surprised when Jessie, the quiet one leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You know, Bobbie-Louise, your latest concert, it was so cool. I used to want to be you, but that was like being you and dating you all at the same time. My girlfriend said the same thing."

The sun was brilliant as they broke the surface, to be greeted by Francine and two of her security detail who immediately separated Bobbie-Louise from the two fans.

"Francine, they're ok!" Robert pleaded as Francine shot him a look indicating his 'escape' was not appreciated.

Francine knew her job included maintaining the image, so she immediately smiled widely and handed Shawna her card. "Turn this in at the front desk and you can be backstage at the concert tonight, assuming your folks are okay with that."

Shawna and Jessie squealed with delight and began calling on their phones. Robert waved goodbye as Francine and crew surrounded him as he walked on the huge floating 'beach', which held at least a thousand vacationers enjoying the waters of the Inner Barrier Reef.

Robert could hear the crowd gasp as he was recognized, and the little group of Francine's security was quickly surrounded by a loose collection of onlookers.

"You want to head for the Promenade, Bobbie? I can call up more troops…" Francine said in his ear. Robert realized that his little excursion would have been a disaster if Francine had not intercepted him.

"Sorry, Fancy….I just wanted to wander a bit…it won't happen again."

"No problem, boss, you weren't out of our sight much. The elevator could have been sticky, though."

 

Inner Reef Hotel, 10 Meters Under the Coral Sea, Australian Occupation Zone, That Evening, Fall, Reality Plus Two

 

Darkness hung over the dome like the giant weight of the water above. Jenny had watched them extinguishing the resort lights, one by one, as the musicians set up and all the synthamesh technicians twiddled their knobs. She nibbled on a candy bar absent mindedly, feeling the tightness of her hips straining at the coral gown.

Edna was in her element, watching the event unfold from her console, calm, serene, yet occasionally picking up a microphone and blistering the skin of some poor worker.

"Jenny, darling, we splashed it last time, tonight we make history! A million live links! Never been done! And where did those backup singers come from? They are so cute! The fans will eat them up! Are they girls or boys? Ah, it doesn't matter. My boys in syntha tell me they may have some talent…very faint now, but we've started stars with less…" Edna bubbled as she kept a steely gaze on the stage.

Jenny grinned and nodded at Edna, who grinned in return, like two lionesses finding dinner.

Les P, Freddie and Millicent were joined by string and horn sections right at the edge of the dome, eerily lit by service lights from underneath. Robert, Casio and Seiko were center stage, in matching red sequined gowns that displayed their augmented bosoms and hips, their hair in elaborate updos at least a foot tall with the balance of it flowing down yet arranged so it stayed behind their shoulder line. A flutter of techs were playing with the synthamesh sensors embedded in their gowns.

Robert could feel the stage makeup being touched up by one of the cosmetics group but his mind was focused on the opening song. Last concert was a novelty, a surprise…let's see if rock and roll's got legs...well, Diana, this one's for you…

Jenny made sure her jack was connected to the port in her chair.

A million fans, mostly teenagers, mostly from North and South America and the UK, but a respectable number from the Occupation Zones in Europe and Asia checked their jack connections as well.

"Cue light sequence in three….two…." Edna intoned.

The reef sprang to life, slowly, outside the dome. Embedded light racks were slowly powered up to display nature's colors in all their glory, with fish, coral and sparkling sand all creating a dazzling show.

On the darkened stage, Les P magically feathered a riff to open as the lights came up over Bobbie-Louise and his singers. Robert strutted forward daintily, moving his hips in a slow motion. He stopped, froze. He turned his head back to Casio and Seiko and went "Okay, girls?" to which they replied "Uh Huh!"

Robert turned back and brought the feeling from his crotch to his heart and rammed it out in the vocal.

"Set me free, why don't you babe?
Get out my life, why don't you babe?
'cause you don't really love me
you just keep me hanging on"

 

Jenny felt her eyes roll back into her head as the beat pounded the syntha emotional flow into her. A million kids felt the same. Edna smiled.

 

Syntha Queen Sensies Offices, Late Fall, Los Angeles, Reality Plus Two

 

Ms Brunner grinned as she positioned her forces on the street outside the building, her normal conservative business suit replaced by less conspicuous casual attire. The halter top fit nicely over her sturdy brassiere, which comfortably contained her generous endowments, and the wispy skirt fluttered in the breeze as she sipped her coffee in the shade of a palm tree while traffic flowed by noisily.

Looking good boss…you're pretty hot when you dress for it…… the thought came from Bill across the street, having his nails done at a corner cosmetics vendor.

Keep your eyes on the area for the mercenaries and off my exposed navel…and that goes for all of you! Maxine, Doris, Georgie, damn it where's that intern,,,what's his name? The one with the blonde hair….shit

He's over here, boss….

Ms Brunner! I'm here! My name is Sally-Joe!

Daniela Brunner turned and saw the young man made up like a Bobbie-Louise groupie, hair to his waist, heavily padded bra under a transparent lace blouse over a black miniskirt with very tall heeled boots to his thighs, hanging out at the entrance to SQS with a flock of boys dressed in a similar fashion.

Okay, Sally-Jill or whatever….just stay cool and let us take the lead…

 

Inside SQS Offices- Maintenance Coffee Room

 

Bodies tend to look alike after the first fifty. Berl Montgomery watched as his squad moved the four maintenance workers into the supply closet with the mops and buckets. The faces blurred out in his mind as they were unceremoniously dumped.

"Okay, you know the op. We grab the blonde singer faggot when he's separated by at least fifty yards from the fat pink haired one with the big tits, get the package to the parking garage and leave it there, unconscious and tied up. We split by the planned routes. Rendezvous at the beach house. Okay?"

"Yo" was the grunted response. Berl smiled. The three had been with him for over ten years of war and ten years of gun for hire work. Tough guys and gals in the brown coveralls of the building maintenance service.

Checking his makeup with the compact from his purse, Berl took out a tube and added some mascara to his lashes. He ran a brush through his shoulder length curls and sprayed a perfume refresher. He strode out of the room, heels clicking on the marble floor and proceeded to the lobby. Damn, these are new shoes; I hope I don't break a heel today. Oh well, we all can't be in coveralls, someone has to be lookout.

Out front on the street, a black stretch limo pulled up Security personnel formed a cordon and the fans surged against it like a tide coming in.

Berl muttered into his throat mike. "Get ready"

Ms Brunner sent a thought to her group on the street. Heads Up, boys and girls! Showtime!

Casio and Seiko, in color changing sequined minidresses got out, their black hair blowing about them as they smiled and waved while moving into the building.

"It's the Jap Twins…hold steady, the package is NOT in sight yet." Berl muttered as he twisted a strand of hair around his forefinger.

Something's fishy here…Ms Brunner sent to her people.

Overhead, a helicopter changed course and powered directly to a landing on the SQS building. Francine jumped out and hustled Jenny and Robert into the group of her guards hiding on the rooftop. The elevator doors opened and they were gone into the bowels of the building.

Ms Brunner smiled. Francine is good, folks. That's a real pro up there.

"Abort and get out! Scram!" Berl said as he minced across the lobby and exited by the side door.

 

Conference Room, SQS Offices

 

Frieda Falanka stood at the end of the table, backlit by the noontime sun. Blonde highlights shimmered in his brunette hair, the soft light making his normal predatory features seem less threatening. His eyebrows were dark and thin, arched high over black eyes. His brassiere was lightly padded under his lace blouse; his legs were covered in a patterned hose peeking out from a side slit in a floor length tight black skirt.

He looked at the group assembled around the table. Jenny G, Bobbie-Louise, Edna, Bruce Fengle, who was Bobbie-Louise and Jenny's lawyer, and his own staff. He needed to walk a fine line today, between setting a firm direction and not pissing off the new star. Damn, Edna was right, she bet on the new sound and we didn't. We should have locked up Bobbie-Louise to a tight contract, but no, my idiot staff had him change to a short term deal since he was 'on the downswing' in his career. I'm surrounded by idiots.

"We at SQS are so proud of our biggest star! Bobbie-Louise, your new sound is phenomenal! I've never seen anything like it! The kids are going crazy, we can't keep product on the shelves! Already at least twenty other artists have started 'experimenting in the sound. It's a Monster! We want to show you our plan to help you build on your great start!"

Jenny smiled and nudged Robert in his ribs under the table. Robert giggled inwardly at how all the males in the room were now wearing padded bras because of his own trend setting.

"So, Frieda thanks. We'd love to hear your proposal, so we can best decide where to go next." Jenny smiled widely as she nibbled on a pastry.

"Oh, please, we're like family here at SQS, Jenny! Let's go forward based on our long relationship."

Robert smiled and spoke. "Let's hear Frieda out, Jenny. He's served such nice coffee."

Frieda shivered. Bobbie-Louise wasn't supposed to speak like a player. He's the talent fer chrissake!

"Well then, we all know the fan response has been unprecedented, so here's what we plan to do to keep the momentum going….." Frieda regained his composure and drove on.

Helicopter over Santa Monica, Later That Day

The laughter was drowned out by the rotor noise, but Jenny and Robert could enjoy the moment as Francine and her crew sped them back to Jenny's ranch.

Francine leaned over to the two of them in the cabin. "We have a problem, Mistress Jenny. They found four maintenance workers dead in the building we just left, their uniforms gone. It looks like they penetrated the security systems. I t happened minutes before the arrival of the decoy limo."

Robert nodded at Jenny. Coincidences are a luxury of the naïve.

 

Jenny's Ranch, Ventura, Later That Day

 

The brush strokes through his hair soothed Robert as Casio tended to the needs of his mane. Seiko applied a light scented body powder to Robert's sensitive skin while they all waited for Jenny to finish setting up new security measures with Francine.

The chime echoed in the dressing room a few minutes later, and Francine entered. She looked disturbed and dangerous.

"Get dressed Bobbie, and join Jenny in the observation room. Alone. We have a visitor."

Robert sat upright as Seiko began dressing him in a basic brassiere and shorts set.

 

Walking next to Francine, having fended off Casio and Seiko's synchronized wailing at not being with their Princess, Robert asked the question.

"Is it her? The Gray Lady?"

"Yes. She's alone, so far."

"Shit"

"Couldn't agree more, Bobbie."

The light oak door opened silently, showing Jenny serving coffee to "Ms Brunner", who had her tall frame stretched languorously on the love seat, a gray skirted suit impeccably fitting her, her silver hair flowing shiningly past her shoulder blades, her eyebrows arched in a measure of humor.

Robert sniffed the odor of a fine cigar and saw she had one in her large hands with long delicate fingers, a tendril of smoke circling its way to the ceiling.

"Ah, Robert! Francine! The merry band of Multi travelers is here! Relax Francine, you can tell your girls outside with the hardware to calm down and get off the hair triggers. No one will appear nastily here right now."

"Present company excluded, maybe" Francine grumbled.

Ms Brunner laughed heartily. "Good one, yes, I would be damn suspicious of me too in your place. I could say I'm not your enemy, but how can you tell? So let's cut to the chase here."

"We're listening…" Jenny said, filling Ms Brunner's cup.

Robert took a seat next to Jenny while Francine remained standing, ready to pounce in a split second.

"Okay, within the limits of my mission, I can tell you that people are probably going to find you soon, some of them nasty, all of them wanting the Domron. We suspect one group may have hired some locals to assist, which blinds both us and the Domron to the threat. The bodies at the office building today are just the beginning."

"Great. You came here across space and time to tell us people are after us? Thanks." Robert said, the sarcasm welling up from deep inside, driven by resentment at their situation.

Ms Brunner got a wistful smile from somewhere and pasted it on her face. "Robert, every time I have great hopes for you two, you let your self pity out and it makes me wonder. Okay, shut up and listen to me. One rule that should be obvious in this game is "FIT IN! Don't fight the persona you reside in! If you don't get comfortable and embrace the reality, they will be able to find you…it's like holding up a lightning rod in a storm…" she whispered, her cigar dribbling ashes as it jiggled up and down in her mouth while she spoke.

She continued as Robert acquired a chastened look. "Oh, and it's not doing things like bringing Elvis into this world, or changing the music scene, such things are great cover, they disrupt the mental flow of the culture and you can hide in the backwash. No, it's personal. A persona 'misfit' sends ripples out, and those can be found by sensitives. I already said too much….but I like you. And Jenny? Don't be afraid to use the Domron to save your ass, the odds against you are not small."

Ms. Brunner stood up, straightened her skirt, smiled widely and said"The coffee was wonderful. Good luck!" and with a "POP" of an air pocket collapsing, was gone.

"Damn, I need to learn how to do that…" Jenny said.

 

City Of Angela, Another Reality Altogether

 

"Daniela! You're home!" A very tall woman in a diaphanous gown entered the transport room.

"Yes, Angela love, but only for an hour, I have to get back to my team. Are you free for some comfort and tender embraces?"

"Fuck no! I want hot aggressive sex with passion and heat. You've been gone far too long and those Skargfarthers are dangerous."

Daniela smiled and began unbuttoning the white blouse while kicking off the heels.

"Yes, my Domron. You don't want to have to find another Chrondar after all these years." Ms Brunner giggled.

"You want to pitch or catch, sweetie?"

"Oh, let me spread my legs and you can seriously nail me, honey. I'm already set up for that and I don't have time to change it out and back."

"Okay, give me a minute to get my boy stuff on and make us some cold drinks. See you in the bedroom, girl!"

Daniela's necklace slowly became visible along with Angela's as the anticipation gathered its force.

 

Orbital Platform OBCS 223, Early Winter, Geosynchronous Orbit Over Europe , Reality Plus Two

 

"Quit muttering, Francine, we all agreed to do this." Robert said as Casio floated overhead, fixing the series of jeweled hair bands that constrained Robert's massive pony tail in zero gravity.

"I still say we should have gone deep underground."

"Yes, but that would not be 'in persona'. We all agreed. Besides! Look at that view!" Robert motioned to the now transparent wall below them showing the Earth below, with swirling clouds hanging in space.

Jenny burst in, her plush body showing every curve in the formfitting coverall, her own pink hair in a similar pony tail to Robert's.

"Edna's stopped throwing up and says she will be ready for the concert in two hours. Everything okay here?"

"We're fine, Jen, just Fancy muttering again. This is fantastic! I never dreamed I'd get to ride a spaceplane! And they want us to do a number on the way down, before re-entry!"

"Yes, Francine, you can go on the plane with Bobbie, I'll be on the one right behind it with Edna and the crew. Just don't make a scene."

"I still don't like it." Francine grumbled.

"We know, you won't stop telling us. We agreed, we finish this concert tour and then go off the map, and we do our best to not send out 'misfit' signals or whatever. Okay?"

Francine nodded, her own pony tail floating behind her head randomly.

A buxom woman in a white jumpsuit entered, insignia indicating she was the Platform Executive Officer.

"Welcome to OBCS 223 also known as the USS Grand Teton! I'm Lt. Commander O'Brian and the crew is all excited to meet you, Bobbie-Louise! They are big fans. So are my kids back in Chicago. Are you ready for a tour before your concert?"

Francine nodded to Robert indicating it was okay with her.

"I'd love to, Commander. I'm a little shaky in your gravity here, so bear with me." Robert smiled widely.

The crew was amazingly young and managed zero gee like fish in water. Sometimes a white jumpsuit and pony tail would blur by in a corridor so fast it was like being in traffic.

Robert signed endless autographs despite the Lt Commander telling the enlisted ranks not to crowd their party. He found the kids in uniform amazing like the ones he had shipped to war with, smiles, all eager to please and capable of deadly violence when called upon. It seems like lifetimes ago now.

He learned in the control deck that OBCS stood for Orbital Bombardment Control Station, and the mission of this platform was to coordinate required strikes against ground targets anywhere in the European or African sector, the actual bomb racks being in smaller low orbit platforms below.

"If an occupation commander in the Urals, where there is still some resistance activity, tells us to take out a truck, we can do it with a kinetic, basically an accelerated steel rod dropped at very high velocity. Our arsenal goes all the way up to nuclear which we haven't had to use since the Collapse Treaty ten years ago. With the new computers we can send smart weapons anywhere in our control zone within minutes of a request." Sergeant Stanley intoned, clearly a speech he was used to giving. Jenny knew why he was selected; he was devastatingly good looking, his long blonde hair and blue eyes complimenting his high cheekbones and perfect skin. He was very fit, slender and the jumpsuit hugged his body nicely. She detected an expert makeup job, subdued, but perfect for the cameras recording the event.

Observation Lounge, Orbital Platform OBCS 223, Showtime

"Freddie, Millie, Les P, you ready?" Robert asked while Casio and Seiko did last minute hair and makeup touch ups. The limited space had taken their backup roles off this event, but Robert had promised them they'd get to do it again. They had already gotten separate offers to go as a duo act from SQS competitors.

"Sho nuff, Bobbie! This place is crazy beautiful! But I can still play!" Freddie's deep bass intoned gleefully.

"Took a bit to get used to the feel here, but I'm comfy, boss, let's rock!" Millie said, running the drum set with the sticks and ending on a cymbal crash.

Les P smiled and brought forth a wailing blues riff.

Edna came over the speaker. "We go live in five, girls and boys. Places!"

The deck was spacious in the measure of the space station, rising two stories high with a mural viewport covering the wall facing Earth. Robert had seen it on television many times, but it was breathtaking live, and he knew he had to make that feeling come through the synthamesh.

He stood on his mark, his hair now in a tightly controlled swirl. Somehow Seiko had figured out how to hold half of the length stiff while letting the still ample other half flow with the puffs of air they had arranged around him as an effect.. Casio had arranged his breasts to swell to a D cup, and he thought they were going to pour out of the very tight bodice of the full skirted red gown.

He and Jenny had laughed and decided the opening song was not going to be rock and roll, per se, but they both couldn't resist the lyric.

Edna counted them off and the lights went down. Robert heard the intro in his ear…and then the song cue.

Freddie thumped out a bass line to lead him in…..

"Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me"

 

Somehow Edna had a brass section on cue during the crescendo. Robert let go, closed his eyes and snapped his fingers to the beat. This one's for you, Frank.

The lights went down and Robert could hear the crew whistling, screaming and pounding on bulkheads. Casio and Seiko ran out and literally stripped the gown off, revealing a sleeveless black jumpsuit with sheer hosiery, heavily covered with sparkle lights.

Freddie rolled out a keyboard and Ginger took over his electric bass.

The haunting organ riff opened and Robert stood still, hair flying behind him from air jets. He grabbed an emotion from deep inside and pushed hard. Okay, Jim, patron saint of rock bands …

"You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire"

 

 

Jenny felt the emotional flow like standing in ocean surf and letting ten foot breakers crash on you. If you let it carry you, it was a smoother ride. Fight it and it crushed you.

Robert worked through some Motown, some Blues and closed with Elvis Costello's "Alison'

"And we are off! Good show everyone! Remember we do one encore on the flight down in an hour! Pack up and get to your departure gates!" Edna came on the speakers as the lights came up.

Berl Montgomery watched OBCS 223 approach as the spaceplane began docking procedures.

 

Farmhouse, Salinas, California, Early Winter, Reality Plus Two

 

The broken fingers on Robert's right hand had subsided to a constant pain, backing off from the sharp jolts they had been giving. Every sound outside the door generated fear…that someone would come in and hurt him again.

It's been hours, maybe a day since they grabbed me when we landed. Francine! Casio! Seiko! All gone, dead or dying in the fight at the port…Robert felt like crying but had no tears left.

Bobbie-Louise isn't very good at handling pain, either…No sign of those grey skinned thugs in the black cloaks…these people seem to be mercenaries….

Robert thought back to the re-entry in the spaceplane, the landing at the Mojave Spaceport. How the dark hair one had asked him to come to the cockpit and meet the captain, how he had told Francine to stay put, he'd be right back.

The cockpit had been a slaughterhouse, the captain and second officer murdered in their seats. The black haired one had sealed the door as Robert heard weapons fire in the main cabin.

The black haired one, who had later told him to call him Berl, had popped the escape seals and injected Robert with something which paralyzed him. He was carried to a waiting truck and thrown in the back while it sped away from the gunfire inside the plane.

He wants me hungry, thirsty, weak and frightened to death. He broke my hand and knocked out three teeth just to make his point. When he's gone, the small one with the scar ties me up uses me as a fuck toy. The others just ignore me….

They don't want me as a hostage, that's for sure….it's like they are waiting …softening me up for the really nasty shit…

Jenny's Ranch, Early Winter, Ventura, North America, Western Seaboard, Reality Plus Two

"Edna, I'm going out to look for myself. Talk to the cops for me. Yes, it's crazy. I love you too." Jenny looked at the burned and bullet ridden but still alive bodies of Francine, Casio and Seiko as she hung up the phone, on a remote television monitor from their intensive care room miles away.

Find him, dammit Domron…find him….guide me….

"Mistress Jenny? We're ready to go…" Hilda, one of Francine's lieutenants who had survived the firefight at the spaceport entered. Tall and powerful, she had her hair chopped short and looked all business in her khaki coverall.

"Yes, Hilda. I want a weapons kit for me too."

Hilda screwed up her features in the classic 'my boss is an idiot' look.

"I've handled them before, in another life. Go with me on this." Jenny said quietly with firmness in her voice.

"Yes ma'am. I'll get a MP-12 and clip bandoleer in the truck. We heading north?"

"Head to Salinas, Hilda. How many troops do you have still on their feet?"

"Twelve solid vets and six newbies, Ma'am."

Jenny met her gaze and Hilda recognized the fire and steel staring out at her. She saluted.

"Cut that out, Hilda, I never made higher than Sergeant."

"Now that makes me feel better already, Ma'am."

 

Farmhouse, Salinas, California, Early Winter, Reality Plus Two

 

Scar needed to wash more often, Robert thought as he lay on the floor, spread-eagled out with ropes at each wrist and ankle bound to wooden ceiling supports. He wished he could shut off the vaginal overlay as each thrust rocked his weakened frame.

"What in fuck is this, Mullin?!!!" Berl's voice was not loud but deadly serious as he entered the room.

Scar, or Mullin jumped up and began shaking in front of the large man. Robert could only see their legs from his vantage point. He heard a shot and saw Scar crumple into a heap.

"I'm sorry about this. This isn't what we do. I apologize for the actions of my man." Berl said quietly as he sliced the ropes with a very sharp commando knife.

Robert stared at him, too weak to reply, yet grateful for the slight courtesy. "Water…" was all he could croak out.

"Sorry, we deliver you to our principals in two hours, and they were quite explicit on your condition on delivery. Having met the people who bought you, if you have a God, I would suggest you make your peace now."

Berl helped him up to a chair. He touched Robert on the cheek tenderly and then left, locking the door on the way out.

 

Skargfarther Outpost, Reality Unknown

 

Gray mist swirled over the field as the rain stopped, the puddles rapidly disappearing into the general humidity. Morlosh stared at the assembled force waiting for his command. Pitiful. Barely fifty fighters for such an important task. Without a new Domron we are doomed, our current one is dying and cannot hold back the Kleptarch plague anymore. Our flesh rots, yet we can be nearly immortal with a replacement.

Fifty fighters. We cannot fail; the blasphemers will yield to our power….

"The company is ready, General. We are ready to transport to the target reality, near the place called "Salinas".

"Are the pain amplifiers tested and ready, Captain?"

"Yes, the sergeants have let us have their most poorly performing enlisted men to test them out. The strongest one last three hours before termination."

"Excellent, the Domron holder cannot help but be drawn to us if her Chrondar is suffering. We must surprise her before she closes the distance to her mate. Proceed, Captain, let's deploy…"

The gray skinned Captain saluted and turned to his troops. Morlosh saw that the lesions were beginning to form on the young Captain's face. He was long past noticing the stench.

Santa Barbara, California, Reality Plus 2

The main street thronged with beautiful, wealthy people impeccably dressed in the latest casual fashions. Sally-Joe looked longingly at a couple in matching halter tops and wrap around skirts, wishing he had time for some shopping. He spotted Ms Brunner sipping coffee at a sidewalk café, her eyes concealed behind large sunglasses, her silver hair reflecting the sunshine in ripples of glare.

"We just picked up emergences, Boss, north of here, up Salinas way. At least forty plus…"

Daniela Brunner raised her glasses and stared at Sally-Joe with a look that seemed to suck the will to live from the cadet.

"Cadet, what are we doing about it? That was a half assed report…"

Sally-Joe stammered and regained some composure. "The trucks are ready and we can roll north on your command."

"Make it so, Sally-Joe. Make it so." Daniela said, and inner smile remembering a silly television show that had used that line….

 

Farmhouse, Salinas, California, Three Hours Later, Reality Plus Two

 

Robert could hear Berl complaining to one of his men that their employers were late.

It's been more than two hours…more like three.

The sound of multiple "POPS" from beyond the door realized Robert's worst fears. Someone from another reality, by the sounds a lot of someones had just shown up.

The door opened and Berl escorted in five of the gray skinned black cloaked Skargfarthers, similar to those who tried to kill Robert and Jenny before. Oh Shit, this can't be good…

"The specimen is alive, yes…good" whispered the leader type next to Berl. Robert assumed he was the leader by the physical deference the others paid him.

"Our payment now, as agreed, and he's yours." Berl said, motioning to two of his men who had appeared in the doorway.

"Captain! Show the mercenary how we pay our debts…." Morlosh said, never taking his gray eyes off of Robert. Robert wanted to crawl out of his skin at that moment. He settled for squirming in the chair.

The two men screamed as half of their bodies were burned out of existence by the sidearms of the Skargfarthers.

"You may leave us alone now. Consider yourself lucky we don't kill you all, Montgomery."

Berl glared at the leader and silently turned and left the room, glancing at the dead eyes of his two men, the stench of freshly charred flesh strong in his nostrils. He had smelled it before.

Hilltop Nearby

Jenny looked through the electronic imager handed her by Hilda. Slick binoculars…

Perched on a hilltop a half a mile from the farmhouse, she saw the black cloaked Skargfarthers deploying around the building. Damn there are a lot of them.

"How can you know Bobbie-Louise is in there, Ma'am?" Hilda had suspended disbelief, latching onto Jenny's 'hunch' as the best shot she had of avenging Francine's condition. This was the first time she had asked the question during the whole drive up.

Jenny recognized the question was tactical, as the probability needed to be assessed before they could assault the buildings.

"He's there, just believe me, Hilda. I can feel him."

"Well, those guys in black are just like Francine described for us to watch for, so I believe you. Spooky, but we're ready."

"Those guys have hand weapons that basically blow your body apart, energy fields or something. They can be killed though. Let me think a minute…" Jenny said, closing her eyes and visualizing Robert.

Okay, I have to get closer to him so I can use your power…how close?.....crap, might as well walk into the room…all right… I have an idea Jenny communed with the Domron, which produced images for her like wide awake dreams.

"Hilda, we need to move closer. I need a clear shot at that barn next to the farmhouse…."

Another Hilltop

Daniela Brunner opened the door of the luxury truck, her gray suit attracting dust. Perkins sent her a thought from her position on the hilltop. Lots of skargs, boss, fifty exactly according to the scopes. No sign of the mercenaries. We going to take them out?

If we have to…watch for movement….

 

Farmhouse

 

Robert couldn't scream, the little disks the gray skinned bastard had applied to his body prevented that. It felt like his skin was charring, his eyes were on fire.

"The Chrondar necklace glows! The Domron will come! Keep him in pain but alive!" Morlosh ordered the Captain as he left the room.

Several Skargfarther troops were positioning large boxy devices about four feet square and one foot deep at locations around the house. Morlosh nodded. When the Domron comes, she cannot fight this field without her Chrondar….and then she will be ours…

 

1000 meters from the Farmhouse

 

"Mistress, you need to come here." Hilda said into the headset. Jenny was behind the wheel of the big four wheel drive truck with Jones, one of Hilda's best trigger pullers, getting ready to execute her plan.

"Better be good, Hilda." Jenny nodded to Jones, who was playing with his braids absent mindedly.

Jenny walked over to Hilda's position to see a large black haired man in a green camouflage coverall held at gunpoint by two of Hilda's troopers.

"This piece of shit is the one who snatched Bobbie-Louise and his crew shot up Francine and our guys. He wants to talk." Hilda said, controlling her anger like the professional she was.

Jenny looked in his eyes and saw death. This was no one to mess with. "Okay, talk. Make it quick."

"Look, lady, my group are pros, we do stuff strictly for money. Business. Nothing personal. But we have a score to settle with those assholes over there. I spotted Hilda here and she and I go back a long time…" Berl Montgomery said, calm and unafraid.

"We do not 'go back', you scum. We fought in the same TO, but that's about it." Hilda commented, staring Berl down.

"Okay, okay. Enough crap, I'm busy here! What do you want?" Jenny broke in.

"My boys are truly pissed that we got stiffed, and counting guns here, it looks like you could use a hand…..I have five real good shooters who can help your odds, maybe let you go home alive…"

"And why should we trust you? And if we did, what do you want?" Jenny nodded.

"You don't have to trust us, just don't shoot us when you start the op. We plan to take out as many as we can from the other side of the house. All we want today is , if we help you, you give us a 24 hour pass before you come after us. Some more firepower on that side could make a big difference."

Jenny looked at Hilda. The tall blonde grunted like she was swallowing a lemon, but nodded.

"Okay, it's a deal, with one exception. If Bobbie-Louise is dead, I'm coming for you."

"He was alive when we left, and I think they are keeping him that way to draw you here."

"Then get back to your position. You'll know when the damn thing starts."

Berl smiled and saluted Jenny. Then he was gone, silently.

 

Another Hilltop

 

Boss! Looks like troops moving in on the farmhouse….oh shit, it's Jenny and what's left of her security….

Daniela Brunner kicked herself for not realizing that Jenny would get here before her group did.

Oh damn, get ready to move in, on my mark….we can't let them get Jenny!

 

200 meters from the Farmhouse

 

The truck was in tall grass opposite the clearing facing the rear of the barn. Jenny nodded to the four troopers who Hilda had detailed to push it silently into position. They nodded and disappeared back to their assault points.

Jones checked his weapon again, still twirling his braids around his black painted fingernails. He turned and grinned at Jenny, showing perfect teeth and a pretty face when smiling.

"Pleasure serving with you Ma'am." He nodded.

"Me too, Jonesey, and call me Jenny. This isn't over yet."

"Well, I've done some damn stupid things in my life, but this stunt is right up there."

"Yeah. Well, there may be some surprises in store you haven't seen yet. Just shoot everyone but Bobbie when it goes down."

"Check. Oooh Rah."

Jenny grinned. Jarheads are useful at times…

"Hoo ah, Jonesey"

Jones grinned wide.

Hilda came on the radio in their ears. "Big Noise Execute!"

Ten Skargfarthers went down dead in the opening seconds as MP-12 auto fire made noise while deadly accurate sniper rifles found their mark. Hilda and her crew threw smoke grenades and rushed the farmhouse from the side opposite the barn. Jenny saw more black cloaks die from what she assumed was Berl's team. They surgically removed them with silenced shots from the rear quadrant of the farmyard.

Skargfarthers took cover and sizzling beams of energy played from their sidearms to little effect. Jenny heard a scream and knew one of her team was hit. The Skargfarthers made no noise when wounded.

The huge V-10 turbo diesel came to life as Jones took out the two enemy positioned in front of the barn with his MP-12, on single fire. Jenny slammed the accelerator and the vehicle roared out of the grass, gaining speed as it crossed the yard to the loading ramp leading to the barn loft.

""Think the loft floor will hold us?" Jenny yelled as Jones continued suppressing fire.

"I don't wanna think about shit like that now."

"Good attitude!" Jenny said. She hit the ramp without bouncing the front wheels and continued accelerating as they climbed up.

A greenish color began to permeate the air. Jenny had felt it before. She saw the troops moving in slow motion, like they were in green jello. The Skargfarthers had expected it and adjusted accordingly. She felt her hands going numb on the steering wheel as the truck entered the loft, rear wheels skittering as they bounced on a floorboard.

Ms Brunner saw the field generators at the house corners. Use the rail guns on those projectors, I see four of them! Do it now!

Sally-Joe and another agent poured a stream of supersonic flechettes into the black boxes generating the field while two other agents launched shoulder fired rockets right behind them.

Jones looked at Jenny, fighting the field effect and saw a green necklace blazing like the sun around her neck.

Hilda watched in horror as two of her team went down from energy blasts as their running speed was neutralized in the green field.

Morlosh ran inside the room to see Robert writhing, a shining necklace emitting blinding light, a smile on his parched and bloody lips.

Jenny felt the field thin out and her own strength returning as she gripped the wheel and pointed it to the far side of the barn's second story. The truck broke through the wall sending wood shingles and framing splintering in the sunshine.

Jones screamed a battle yell as they hit the roof of the farmhouse and crashed through, the engine block pulverizing Morlosh's head and driving the squishy remains of his body into the carpet.

The shock of landing dazed Jenny as airbags deployed all around her in the cab.

Robert felt her presence and a surge of power flowed into his weakened body. He stood up and felt the Domron generate images in his mind.

Squinting, Robert leveled his gaze and pushed all his anger outward.

Jones got out from the deflating airbags and began target selection but stopped. The six Skargfarthers in the room all shook like they had palsy. Their eyeballs bulged out and exploded and Jones could see brain matter spew out of their ears.

Robert stood naked in the center of the room, his long blonde hair streaked with his own blood. He motioned to Jones, and wavered. He looked like he was about to collapse.

Hilda watched every bad guy shake, and spew brains all over the lawn. The green mist disappeared.

Daniela Brunner stood on the hill and wondered. Robert and Jenny, you two need a nursemaid, or maybe a cleaning lady. Damn I hope you're on our side! Okay people, fall back and wait until they all leave, then get rid of the bodies. We're done here for now…

Jenny got out and saw Jones holding up Robert in the center of the room.

"He's not good, Ma'am, and these things won't come off…I'm pretty sure he's bleeding internally…" Jones said as he lay Robert down.

Jenny knew what she had to do.

"Jones, take this letter and give it to Hilda, right now. Tell her not to look for us; we're going where she can't follow. Tell her she's in charge of it all. Good luck and thanks, Jonesey." Jenny said, looking Jones directly in the eye.

Jones swallowed hard and nodded. "Aye Aye, Ma'am!" He left silently.

"Bobbie, close your eyes, let Jenny take you for a ride…." She whispered into Robert's ear.

Their world went black.

 

A Fine Spring Day in North America, Western Seaboard. Reality Plus 3

 

The steam limo sputtered through the streets, urban density slowly filling in as they approached the city core.

"I was remembering how this all began…." Jenny sighed as the scenic streets passed by outside, children playing in a schoolyard, people riding bicycles, their skirts billowing in the breeze, scarves holding sunbonnets in place to protect their complexions and hair.

Both reminisced about the story, at least the parts they knew.

"Coming here was like a vacation. A good place for you to recover." Jenny nodded as she reached out to Robert.

"You saved my life, again, Jenny, bringing me here. We've been happy and safe here for two years….." Robert said, holding her hand, feeling the emotional spark as he touched her smooth skin.

Robert remembered waking up in the big old house, Jenny fussing over him every minute. He was physically strong, but mentally crushed from the ordeal. This time, he knew he had to become his new persona, to 'fit in' like the gray lady had said.

Jenny looked at her friend and knew he had changed himself. On the first world, he was a tiny, feminine male, fragile and weak. As Bobbie-Louise, he was on exhibit for his looks, and had crossed the line back and forth in terms of sexual roles.

Here, he was like her slightly younger sister. Prettier, very beautiful, very conscious of his looks, but very nurturing and caring. He had been content taking the background role in growing their investment business, and enjoyed the role of 'eye candy' at business events as much as he did making money.

"Are you happy, Bobbie? With all the changes?"

"Bobbie Lopez is a comfortable person to be, Jenny. He's happy, he loves life…"

"He's pretty, he's sexy, he's cute, and he drives me crazy!" Jenny said, blurting it out. She blushed a deep red.

"You too! Damn it, I've wanted to jump you since…since….well, since forever!"

"Why?" They both asked, incredulous looks on their faces.

The Domron smiled in both their minds. You may proceed….

Jenny felt the sound of gentle laughter and happiness inside herself. Robert felt a sense of being loved.

"Driver, please telephone ahead and say we are detained, and turn around and bring us back to our house….." Jenny said through the intercom. She heard the driver giggle as the heavy limo began to swing around.

 

Two Hours Later

 

Jenny lay back and looked at the ceiling, exhausted. The bed clothes were scattered about the floor and she could hear Bobbie in the bathroom.

"Damn you're good, Robert Morgan O'Malley Louise Lopez! You could cure a girl of other girls if you keep that up….."

Robert grinned as he walked back in, brushing his disheveled hair. He had repaired his makeup. He leaned over and kissed Jenny full on the lips, his tongue slowly touching around inside her mouth.

"I may never look at another boy again either, JenJen….."

"You know, I really liked you with boobs, Bobbie…."

"Well, I kind of miss all that equipment; it was fun playing for the other team…."

"Maybe our next reality….?" Jenny said, letting the idea hang out there…

"POP"

Both Jenny and Robert scrambled to grab some clothes as Ms Brunner appeared at the end of the bed. Silver hair in an elaborate updo complimented the shimmering, figure hugging gray gown with hobble skirt as she stood there imperiously.

"Sorry to barge in but the big surprise was supposed to be me as your buyer at the meeting, and you two go off and cancel it! The nerve!"

Robert got a sinking feeling and held Jenny.

"Okay, Ms Brunner, what is it now?" Jenny said, her necklace glowing.

"Oh calm down. I'm here to tell you you've graduated. The Domron clearly let you have at it….sheesh, we've been placing bets on how long you two could hold out…"

"You mean sex was the 'graduation…?" Robert stammered.

"In a way, yes. It means the Domron is happy with you two as a pair; it can work with you until it decides to go dormant again. The sex was the cherry on top of the cake, so to speak."

"Dormant? You mean it goes away?" Jenny asked.

"Well, yes, sometimes in a few hundred years, sometimes more…Angela's and mine has been with us for quite a while now." Daniela smiled as her own necklace shone into existence.

Jenny and Robert stared, speechless. In their minds, the Domron smiled and the image of "A few finishing touches" permeated their thoughts. Their vision shimmered for about a second as local reality adjusted..

Jenny looked at Robert and giggled. He was now a perfect DD cup, large, globular and firm, and his rear end was even a touch rounder. His slim waist was unchanged, still male, but there was just the hint of a tiny, cute round feminine belly. His genitals were still very male, and just a nice size.

Robert was surprised, and then smiled. He and Jenny could share wardrobes now with few exceptions.

"I guess the Domron got tired of finding realities to keep adjusting you, Bobbie. Ours took us through quite a few to get me this way…" Daniela Brunner said, admiring the naked pair standing in front of her, holding hands.

"You mean you…." Robert said.

"Yes, I was. I started out just like you did, Bobbie, and it took a lot more to get me to adapt. You've done very well. Now Angela and I would be privileged to invite you to our home for dinner. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and we might even have a few answers. Not as many as you'd like, I'm sure. Oh, and Francine, Casio and Seiko will be joining us…."

"You have them?" Jenny said, wide eyed.

"Too good to lose, Jenny. Besides, you two will need some staff to get the City of Jennifer going…."

"What? Huh?"

"Later. Throw on some clothes; you don't want to arrive in another reality stark naked, do you? Let's go, dinners getting cold!"

Ten minutes later, Ms Brunner snapped her fingers, and the world went black.

 

END of Chapter One

  

  

  

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