Random Victories: The Mid Mountain File

by Slothrop

 

Another tale in the Random Victories universe where two intrepid agents investigate some paranormal events in a small isolated town. Maybe they could make a TV series….

 

Chapter 1: Be afraid, be very afraid…

Johnnie was petrified. It was going to happen to him, too, just like those other boys.

Mom and Dad and his sister were no help. He shivered in his pajamas and looked around his room His baseketball gear , his model cars, even his rock music posters did not give him any comfort. It could all be changed. At eleven years old he still had nightmares, but this one was when he was wide awake.

He just knew the changes would start happening and no one would listen to him.

 

Chapter 2: Agents Brunner and Silly, Reality Bureau of Investigations.

Jim Brunner was working furiously. It was summer break between his junior and senior year at college and he had finally switched his major to Business Administration. He was home doing his Mom a favor, actually a whole series of favors. His girl Sharon was out of town (actually way out of town) on another assignment for Miss M. and he was taking a much needed break from his last assignment.

Jim's mom was hosting a major charity event for her company. Jim was running errands and preparing some necessary things. He had driven all over town picking up food and was now putting the finishing touches on his mother's gown. (Note: See Random Victories: The Legend of Hair House. Jim acquired sewing skills with the help of an advanced device.)

Jim's mother had asked very nicely, and since his work was actually the best in town, a secret he made sure was well kept, Jim could not refuse her.

He finally got the job done, and lay back on the couch. He unpinned his hair, which now fell to mid back and stretched out, removing his sneakers and closing his eyes.

Mom came home , saw Jim sleeping on the sofa in his jeans and tee shirt and covered him with a blanket. She looked at the gown he had left hung up in her room and smiled. She was very pleased. She also knew all of the food had been delivered to the right places at the right times.

A mild sounding 'Pop' occurred next to her and a tall, very handsome man in a business suit was there.

"Hello, you must be Carolyn Brunner. I am Martin, also known as Mister M. I believe you know Marjorie, my co-worker? She speaks very highly of you." Mister M took Mom's hand and kissed it. A shiver went through her body. She was enthralled. Mister M was very captivating.

"Why, yes, Jim has told me all about you. Can I help you?" Mom was getting used to the Reality travelers her son had fallen in with, and had actually traveled to other wherewhens herself. It was also a well kept family secret.

"I came to see Jim. A friend of his who is doing a job for me has asked for him to help out, and I thought he might be interested." Mister M said, holding a gaze into Mom's eyes.

"I'll wake him now. Would you like some tea, or coffee, Martin?"

Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, Mister M is sipping coffee and explaining the assignment to Jim. Mom is just watching Mister M's every move, like a cat watches a goldfish. She is smiling. Jim knows very well the attraction Mister M has on people of the feminine persuasion. (Note: see Random Victories: You're Gonna Carry that Weight)

"Okay, Mister M. Your agent is on a routine training assignment, some basic fieldwork as you say and it needs to be done as a man/ woman team posing as a married couple, but only for three or four days. You say you agent is male, so I assume you want me all femmed up again. Right?" Jim says. (Note:Jim's body has been adjusted to gain weight in the chest, hips and rear as a priority. After a couple of weeks of concerted weight gain he looks fabulous)

"No Jim, I need you to be the husband. Get a couple of suits and a haircut. You are the macho man this time. Michael will be Michele, your loving wife. He is already out in the wherewhen location setting up housekeeping. He also pleaded to not have to play the husband as he just had his legs waxed. "

"And our objective in these three to four days?" Jim asksed.

"You know the Realities are huge beyond comprehension. There are days I feel like we are a small group of microbes trying to study the Pacific Ocean. " Mister M had been studying up on Jim's home reality, one of the Americas in the late 1970's, so he could use analogies which would communicate. He continued "Given that vastness, trillions of possibilities, trillions of alternatives, trillions of planets, eons of time, human consciousness has defined a large chunk of that vastness, our Realities. Within that , many things of very low probability, approaching the impossible happen somewhere. We study them if we hear about them or detect them. In rare occasions, we may have to intervene. By rare, I mean maybe once in a hundred thousand years of our base time. Most of the time either there is nothing to find or there is something and we don't find it. Sometimes we get a glimpse and report. That's it. These reports are filed and sometimes, if we have resources, investigated. We usually send our trainees out on these, since the idea is to go, look quick and report. Most people on these jobs do it for years and never report anything. Michael is an agent in training and so he is on one of these anomaly files. "

"Anomaly Files, sounds mysterious. " Jim commented.

"Rarely- usually just paperwork in a dusty basement office. So, Jim, will you help Michael and work as an agent?" Mister M asked., smiling at Mom. Mom blushed and smiled back. Jim wondered what would happen if he left these two alone. Then he stopped wondering and decided to give Mom some space.

:Can I be back tomorrow morning? I have to drive Mom to her big event." Jim asked.

Mom looked up, catching Jim's cue. "Please stay for supper, Martin. I'd love to talk to you and catch up on how Marjorie is doing."

Mister M laughed and said. "Sure Jim, any wherewhen you want. If you're ready, I'll pop you to my base and they can outfit you. "

"Let's do it." The room went black for Jim.

 

Chapter 3: Ready or Not

Jim appears in Mister M's base. He has never been here, but the room he is in is identical to the base he has worked out of in the past, or future or something for Miss M. The view from the mural window, however, is an airless moon over looking a giant ringed planet . He is staring at the scene when a tall, thin woman in a professional business suit walks in.
"Hello Jim, I am the Monitor program. Let's get you ready. "

Jim realizes she is a projection in his mind from the complex control system. He allows her to take over his body movements to get himself ready while he listens to facts and figures on the target wherewhen he is going to visit.

While he , with machine assistance, get his haircut, showers, dries and dresses in a blue pinstripe business suit, white shirt, red tie, black dress shoes, the Monitor is briefing him about the mission.

The wherewhen is a small mountain town of about one thousand population in a roughly year 832.A baseline (Note: late 1990's CE for you readers .) technology , America style political arrangement. Jim learns the language variations, which are actually minor. A number of reality fluxes have been detected recently, strong but of almost imperceptible duration. Jim and Michelle are a pair of psychologists from the state board of education, a married couple of only a few months, in town for a short audit and review of the middle school, which seem to have been the center point of some of the flux bursts. It will be spring when Jim arrives. Michael, now Michele got there yesterday.

Jim is given a new essence unit , one which can work standalone and without much tech support. He reviews the instructions, which basically say "Listen to the help menu, idiot!"

"Good luck, Agent Brunner" the Monitor says as Jim pops into the living room of a house.

 

Chapter 4: Let's Play the Newlywed Game!

Jim is aware a pair of legs is locked around his lower torso and arms are hugging him right after he pops in.
"Jimmie!! Sweetheart!!!, you're home. Little wifey has been working her buns off all day? Give us a kiss, sweetums!" Michael has always been expressive. He and Jim are lifelong friends and Jim owes Michael his life and sanity from prior adventures. Michael is also an extreme crossdresser and very oriented to prefer men. He also always looks fabulous, showing off his body with its pronounced breasts and hourglass figure.

Jim decides to get with the program, trusting Michael to keep it within bounds. He kisses Michelle on the lips.

"Hi honey, what's for dinner?" Jim goes, let Michael down gently.

"Typical man, always thinking of food at a time like this." Michael laughs. He clearly has been arranging their house and is wearing his hair in a long braid, with stretch pants and a midriff baring top which displayes his D cup bustline prominently.

"Typical girl always using phrases like 'at a time like this' . How are you Michael, or I'm sorry , Michelle?" Jim says.

"I'm bored stupid, Jimmie. I just got most of the stuff ready so we can begin tomorrow. Now I'm hungry and you know I can't cook."

"Ok, doll, let's go out. Get ready and let's find a place to eat in this town." Jim laughed. Michelle kissed his cheek and ran off to the bedroom. "Just give me a bit to get ready, Jimmie!" Jim heard Michael say from within the bathroom. Michael, who acted more girl than any girl Jim knew , was probably going to take a while. He decided to look around. He checks out the rental car, a Ford Taurus and decides he knows how to drive it, a town map with key business and places of interest and the local paper. He reads about the girl's basketball tournament for the middle school which mentions the withdrawal of the boys team from competition in the past due to lack of participation. There is a picture of the ballet recital with a line of kids in pink tutus at a practice bar, with a mention of Cindy Johnson and Johnnie Johnson as the first siblings to perform together. The local department store has reported some missing inventory in their storage facility, but the sheriff found no signs of wrongdoing. The School Board has increased the budgets for vocational classes and is expanding home economics class sizes due to demand. There is an article about the increasing number of girls taking metal shop.

A while later, Michelle comes out. He is a knockout in a simple dusty rose colored dress, stockings and modest heels. His hair has been swept up followed by a long braid with a dusty rose ribbon at the end, which swishes across his derriere. He is standing with his hand on his hip, posing for Jim.

"Good enough to be seen with, Jimmie?" Michelle says, blowing him a kiss from his rose colored lips.

"My honor, Mrs. Brunner." Jim escorts Michelle out to the car. They head for the local family restaurant, one of the three options in town.

 

Chapter 5: Clue, the Game of Mystery

Jim and Michelle are having coffee after the simple but good dinner. Michelle has toned down the flamboyance, he acts very professionally when he is in public and knows what happens to outrageous women in small towns. He is here to do a job, however mundane. Despite Michael's best behavior, his appearance does get the attention of all of the men and women there. He presents a really beautiful image.

"So, Michelle, or how about just Mikey, what do we look for? What's the plan ? I'm just your window dressing here." Jim goes, looking slowly around the restaurant.

"Well, first we visit the school. Our positions from the state should give us access and cooperation. Then we spend our off hours meeting the local folks at places like this. Then we continue our honeymoon, Jim, you sexy thing." Michelle gently strokes Jim's hand, and licks his lips.

"You've worn me out already. I'm sleeping soundly tonight." Jim goes, smiling at Michelle. The image presented to the townspeople is just what Michael wants, a young professional couple on the road for their first assignment.

"Figures. I finally get a man to make an honest woman of me and he wants to sleep! " Michelle casts a radiant smile.

 

A small scene is occurring at the register. A mother is paying and her two children are in ballet leotards. They look almost like twins, with long braids and braces on their teeth. Jim recognizes them from the picture in the paper. One of them is whining and the mother is raising her voice slightly, enough for Jim and Michelle to hear.

"Now Johnnie, stop this silly stuff about playing basketball! You've wanted to be a ballerina since you were five! You influenced your sister to join instead of her going out for sports. . You never played basketball in your life. Stop making up stories." Other mothers are nodding their heads in sympathy for her, they have all been there with whiny children in public places. She sighs and makes a comment to the watching mothers, who she obviously knows "I thought girls were the whiny ones."

Michelle whispers to Jim- "Girls are the whiny ones, it's our birthright"

"Yes dear" Jim answers. They prepare to leave.

 

Driving back, Jim asks Michelle "What's the gender flow in this wherewhen, Mikey? Should I expect to see a lot of male/female role mixing?"

"Actually, Mister M's group studies this place as an example of more fixed roles. " There is a bit more "'men are men and women are women' ethos here." Michelle answers.

"Would it surprise you that one of the ballet kids at the checkout was a boy? And nobody seemed to bat an eye?" Jim said.

"Thank you. I felt the essence but I don't trust my skills yet. He was not only a boy but is uncomfortable in his essence." Michelle goes. "We have a lead to follow."

 

That evening Jim noticed there was only one king size bed. Michelle was already under the covers when he entered from the bathroom.

"Honeymoon time, Jimmie." Michelle said, a big grin on his face.

Jim hesitated. He liked Michael, but he really liked girls and Sharon in particular. However, he did not want to reject Michael. A bit of a dilemma.

"Oh for Gods sake, Jimmie, I was just fooling. I won't rape you until you fall asleep."

Michelle laughed. Jim laughed, and then said "What the hell, as long as I'm asleep." He stripped of his jockies and crawled in bed.

"You did get it bigger after the last rebuild. Damn, I always miss the good ones. " Michelle whispered in his ear. Michelle then fell asleep, gently snoring. Jim followed soon after.

 

Chapter 6: Fast Times at Mid Mountain Middle School

Jim woke up, smelling bacon. Bacon was the most perfect food in all of the Realities, he knew it to be a fact, just ask him. Michelle was gone from the bed. He got up, used the bathroom, threw on some sweatpants and wandered into the kitchen. Michelle was there, nightgown and slippers, his hair loose and draped down his back, making bacon, eggs and hash brown potatoes. Jim is salivating.

"I thought you could not cook, Mikey. I assumed I would have to do all that." Jim said.

"I used the unit, it did all of this, but I bet I could do it myself tomorrow. Besides, I kind of enjoy keeping house for my guy, even if he's on loan from my other best friend." Michelle replied.

An hour later, they are approaching the school. Jim parks the car and Michelle, dressed like a professional child psychologist waits at the door for him. Jim joins him, opens the door and they ask the office manger if they can see the principal.

Mrs. Donahue. is a neat and trim woman in her mid forties. She is alert, cheery and friendly. Michelle does the talking and presents why they are there and then proceeds to gossip about the education department at the state capitol which elicits a friendly set of nods and "I always suspected her of that" from Mrs. Donahue , now Jean to her new best friend Michelle. Jim is amazed at Michael's people skills. He assumes his essence ability is tied to it.

"Jim, why don't you see the school for yourself while Jean and I cover some details." Michelle says. Jim bids goodbye to Mrs. Donahue and proceeds to wander the halls.

 

Later that evening they compare notes over the dinner Michelle has prepared at their rental house.

"Ok Jim, you wandered. What anomalies did you pick up?." Michelle asks in a serious tone.

Jim ticks off his list.

-Freddie Turner, 12 in vocational training. He was doing his nails in a cosmetology class.

-The boys basketball team was disbanded three years ago due to not enough boys trying out, but there were blank spots on the wall and trophy cases where recent team honors would be displayed.

-Johnnie Johnson, the ballet kid from the restaurant

-Bobby Washington, 13 a fat boy who wore a skirt with a stressed out girdle riding up his waistband

-Candy Reeves and Mary Withers, two 12 year old girls, who were real cute except for their shaved heads and expensive but terribly clashing clothes . They were now in metal shop together.

-There are a number of boys who wear pink everything.

-Brad Billings is considered the school hunk according to the graffiti on the lockers. There are a bunch of love notes always stuck in his locker.

 

Michelle perks up at Jim's last point. "What's so weird about Brad Billings. It sounds normal. I used to leave those notes for you in school."

"Mikey, I met Brad. He's a little computer geek with acne , a nasal honk and an odor problem. He was surrounded by girls. On a scale of one to ten, he's a minus five. So what about your findings from your best friend Jean?"

 

Michelle relates his observations.

-The school dress code specifies boys and girls for all conditions. Such as " Boys and girls dresses or skirts shall not be more than 5 inches above the knee."
"Boys and girls must wear brassieres as required, no exceptions" When asked about this Jean said it was like that for years. When asked about how it compared to other schools, she said it was different elsewhere but had no concern about that. When asked how many boys actually needed brassieres, it seems she was reluctant to name names but the number was at least seven or eight.

-All dances are girl's choice- Sadie Hawkins rules. Attendance is mandatory if asked. Been like that for years.

-Home economics became mandatory for everybody to graduate to high school, a full three years. Again, been like that for years.

-The girls basketball team has all boy cheerleaders.

-They are invited to the girls basketball game tomorrow night.

 

 

Later that night, Michelle wakes up Jim. "Jim, I've got it ."

"Got what, Mikey?" Jim answers sleepily.

"We are looking for a middle school girl or small group of girls who want the girl's team to win and have been pissed off by several boys. One of them has her eye on a boy, who probably used to date Candy Reeves and Mary Withers. This boy probably used to be the most popular boy in the school until Brad Billings. They are also connected to Home Economics somehow. " Michelle went on.

Jim sat upright. "Wow, that makes some sense. But how?"

"If I am right, this whole place is in terrible danger, Someone can rewrite reality selectively for an individual person and have it stretch back years. We need to talk to those kids. Now let me sleep."

Jim sighed. It was not worth the mention that Michelle was the one who woke them up.

In the middle of the night , Jim feels a pair of breasts snuggle into his back. Michelle throws his arm over Jim. He is still asleep. Jim goes back to sleep too.

That morning, Jim wakes up and from his vantage point in the bed sees Michelle standing in the bathroom. He has just stepped out of the shower, and Jim gets a full view in the mirror. Michelle's breasts are firm and very good looking and as he scans lower, Jim notices that Michael has prepared thoroughly for his role. On a prior assignment, Jim had his genitals "time regressed" to a prepubescent state and then surrounded by a pseudolife vagina. He also had his orgasms "delocalized" so he had a very female experience. Jim has reverted back to his old equipment, somewhat enhanced (next size up). Michael has decided to really get into character. It seems a little extreme for a three to four day assignment. Michelle closes the door "No Peeking, Sweetheart!" he says.

 

Chapter 7: Listen to the Children

Johnnie Johnson wondered when his life went into the toilet. He knew what happened to Freddie and Bobby was happening to him but no one listened. It was bad enough waking up with long braids, just like his sister, bad enough finding out he was a ballet dancer, worse that he was somehow viewed as ballerina, truly weird to find out everyone assumed he was always like this. His memories of basketball and life before were getting hazy. This morning his Mom told him to get ready for school pictures. She dressed him in the same jumper and blouse as his sister, but also undid his hair and brushed it out down his back. He was also wondering how his closet of clothes had all changed. The final indignity was his Mom sternly asking where his brassiere was and said he had to get all undressed and put it on because he was so much more developed than his sister. And the one she gave him was padded in addition. His dad kissed him and told him his son was beautiful. Johnnie started to cry.

 

Jim and Michelle had their interviews with the children in question that day.

Bobby Washington was not very bright. He squirmed about in his skirt, repeatedly showing his girdle's legs and stocking tops. He said he got fat about three years ago. He remembers wearing pants but that was when he was a little kid. Why does he wear skirts? Because he does. Some boys do and some don't. He remembers being confused a while ago but that went away. He actually thought he played basketball which was ridiculous. Look at him, he was fat. Plus basketball is for girls.

Candy Reeves used to date Tim Winters but he lost interest in her. She shaved her head because it was pretty. She likes to pick out clothes and match them. Metal shop is important and she's not good enough for home economics anyway. Same story from Mary Withers.

Freddie Turner carried a purse. During the interview he kept checking his makeup and adding to it. His nails were about two inches long. He was wearing a bra and filling it pretty well. He seemed evasive. He finally admitted he had been taken to the hospital a week ago and given sedatives because he kept talking about basketball. Which of course was ridiculous because that was for girls. Besides, it would destroy his nails. When asked how long he had needed a brassiere, he looked proud and said only a few months. His Dad had the biggest boobs in town and he was going to be just like him. He was going to do nails just like his Dad. Silly, he was saying at the hospital that his Dad was the basketball coach but how could that be? His Mom was the girls coach and they were going to win the championship.

Johnnie Johnson told his tale. He was amazed that two adults actually would listen to him. He told about Freddie and Bobby. He did not know who would do this to him.

 

Michele interviewed the Home Economics teacher. She was a wonderful woman with two daughters, one who was a basketball star and the other who was her twin. The other twin had to wear leg braces due to a birth defect. Michelle made a new friend and got her life story. She swapped newlywed stories about her shy husband Jim with Susan and Susan Grimes , teacher in home economics, laughed with her. Michelle met the two girls, both tall and pretty twelve year olds, Charlene, the basketball star and Melinda who smiled sweetly while she stood up to greet Michelle, using a cane for leverage. They were busy sewing a project and were obviously eavesdropping while Michelle and their mother talked. The rest of the class was still working and it was composed of fourteen kids, girls and boys evenly mixed.

"Class, this is Mrs. Brunner" Mrs. Grimes announced, indicating Michelle. "She is from the State Board of Education and is visiting with us. Please stop and put your work up for display so I can come around and show you off to her." The students stopped , and held up what they were working on, waiting patiently for their turn. It was clear to Michelle that Mrs. Grimes was one of those rare teachers that students like and genuinely want to please.

"This is their second year so I can have them try something a little ambitious. They all know the basics. They all make the same thing so they can help each other. "

Michelle noticed the project was a knee length long sleeve dress with fabric covered buttons, obviously in the color of the student's choice. Susan Grimes was walking by each boy and girl, offering praise and a little advice.

"Clarice, very good, it's much better. I see you fixed the darts."

"Jonah, I like your work on the seams. Your hem needs some work."

"Johnnie, this is wonderful work. Your sister in the morning class could use a little help Oh and that's a lovely jumper."

"Melinda, perfect, as usual."

Michelle asks who they are making the project for, and Susan answers "Oh, all projects are made to their own measurements. And you know, particularly at this age, the girls and lately some of the boys start their development and they need to allow for room in the bustline."

 

 

Chapter 8: Reality isn't what it used to be

An hour later, in a study hall, Jim has managed to track down Tim Winters. Tim is a classic thirteen year old boy, with short red hair with a cowlick and a mischievous smile. He is sitting, reading a comic book carefully opened inside a school book. Jim smiles.

"Can I join you to ask a few questions? I'm Jim Brunner." Jim shakes Tim's hand, takes off his suit jacket and sits down. "Silver Surfer? Huh, tell me about it. I love comic books."

 

At the same time, Michelle is walking outside and notices Charlene and Melinda sitting at an outdoor table in a courtyard of the school, talking. Michelle has a developing ability to sense a person's essence or spirit and Charlene projects a strong field, stronger than average but Melinda is so bright and powerful she almost makes Michelle miss a step. Michelle finds a spot near the girls partially obscured by a hedge and proceeds to take out his compact and fix his makeup. He has the mirror angled to observe the girls.

Charlene is upset.

"Melly, he isn't coming! He says he has 'stuff to do'." Charlene sobs, shuddering. Her necklace clasp opens by accident and it falls to the ground. Melinda hugs Charlene, consoling her.

"Char, Char. It will be all right. Everybody else will be there. Don't worry about Tim." Soothes Melinda.

"But I wish he were my boyfriend Melly. I thought after he dumped Candy and Mary he would stay with just me but he's not serious." Charlene goes on, still crying.

"I wish he were only interested in you, Charlene." Melinda says. Michelle staggers as Melinda's essence glows and for a brief moment, flares brilliantly.

Charlene calms down. Melinda bends over and retrieves the fallen necklace. She holds it up to Charlene while she says "I wish Tim was your greatest cheerleader tonight, Charlene."

Charlene cracks a smile and starts to laugh. "I'd love to see him in the uniform . He would look so cute !."

"Of course he'd need more appropriate hair…." Melinda is laughing too.

"And tush…" Charlene keeps laughing.

Michele falls to her knees, the essence is so powerful. She feels her vision getting hazy.

Changing the subject, Melinda says "Did you hear the stories that State lady was telling Mom, about her newlywed husband?"

Charlene keeps laughing. "I thought I burst out loud in class it was so funny."

"I wish her husband would stop being so shy, she seemed very nice." Melinda says as she clasps the necklace back around Charlene's neck.

 

At the same time, Jim is talking to Tim, who is telling him jokes and playing with a pencil. Jim feels like something is pushing at his mind. Tim continues to tell the joke, which seems to have no punchline while he is absentmindedly twisting a strand of hair around his finger. Everything thing looks wavy to Jim now. Tim's blue jeans seem out of focus while he drones on and on. Tim is busy retying the ribbons on one of his ponytails.

The room stops moving for Jim.

Sorry, Mr. Brunner, I've gotta go now. We have to get ready for the game tonight." Tim gets up and leaves as Jim watches Tim's rounded rear end wiggle, tightly encased in his pink Capri pants. Jim's first reaction is 'redheads should not wear pink' and then he shakes his head.

"What the hell is going on" he thinks and he walks, slowly to the car. Michelle is waiting for him.

Jim sees her and walks up, grabs her in his arms and kisses her deeply on the mouth. Michelle stiffens and then relaxes.

"Hello, Mrs. Brunner, we have some time before the basketball game. I suggest we use it to our fullest enjoyment."

Michelle is stunned and then looks lovingly at Jim. She starts to get very horny.

"I need my man , Jimmie." Lets go."

After ten minutes of grabass driving back to the house, they arrive, get inside and tear each other's clothes off.

Jim begins to slowly work his tongue over Michelle's body. She was beautiful! And he had a raging erection. "You are the most incredible woman, Mikey" he whispers in her ear.

"All your woman, Jim. " Michelle is breathing in small , puffing breaths. 'My god he is fantastic" she thinks. 'I'm a lucky girl'. Michelle pushes Jim aside and gets on top. She licks her lips and begins to apply herself to his visible excitement.. Jim cannot hold it and she takes it in. "No rest for you sweetie. A girl needs more" She says, grinning like a cat .

Jim is back erect within a few minutes based on Michelle's expert ministrations. He rolls onto her and enters her. Michelle's cries begin attracting small mammals outside the house. As Jim finishes, Michelle's essence flares and they both feel a reality flux.

 

Chapter 9: Talk about Screwing your Buddy!!

They are lying side by side, naked in the king size bed when who they are and what happened occurs to them.

"What did we just do, Michael?" Jim ventures, breaking the ice.

"I know what we did and boy was it memorable. I'm working on why we did it." Michael says, his persona returning. "I assume you are not suddenly attracted to me other than as a best friend and occasional cuddle buddy, right.?" Jim nods.

"And, while I will always have some of my infatuation with you, I have known for a while it was an infatuation. But then, for the last hour I loved you but I was a straight woman in my mind." Michael goes on.

"Well, if you look in the mirror, I could see where you might have confused yourself. You are a sexy thing, Mikey." Jim says, the tension evaporating.

"Thank you, sweetie." Michelle was returning. "Now, let's look at this analytically.

Did you notice the reality flux preceded by the essence mind blast an hour ago? I was about to talk about it to you when we started to act like drunken rabbits in Vegas."

 

Jim and Michelle compare notes. Michelle is straining to get every last detail.

"Ready for the theory or do we get showered and dressed first?" Michelle goes.

"Talk now, Mikey." Jim says, impatiently.

"Very well. First, you are wrong about one thing."

"What?"

"Redheads should be careful with pink, but it can be made to work. Now, seriously here it is. We have something approaching magic here and it is driven by the worries, insecurities and whims of twelve year old girls."

"Sounds like any middle school to me." Jim grins.

"Very funny. Also true , but this is special. Melinda Grimes has a very powerful essence, but I bet she has no idea of it or any control. Through some mechanism she can wish to change reality usually in response to emotional trauma or need, I bet of someone else. I bet she is only marginally aware of what's going on. I heard her wishes and you saw some of them come true for Tim. I also heard her wish for us and we acted it out. I thought I was Michelle, your sexy woman wife and you were my bashful husband who suddenly lost his bashfulness. I assume you also thought I was a real woman and loved me without hesitation?"

"Could not tell the difference, Mikey. You are a great woman when you want to be. Now stop fishing for compliments and go on." Jim said.

"Ok. The only reason we are not still at each other, other than my incredible self restraint is that I had my own essence flare, thanks to you and your very good equipment upgrade. It brought us both out of it, primarily because we are not from this slice of reality. I need one more piece of information which we will get at he game tonight and then we will see what we can do with Melinda.."

 

 

 

Chapter 10: Not the Last Scene From 'Carrie'

Jim is crossing the bleachers to bring Michelle a soda. The game is about to start. He spots her talking to Susan Grimes and Melinda. Michelle is in a very hot pink dress which stretches around his body and shows off an outstanding figure. He has added pink ribbons to his hair along with pink shoes. Jim has made the sole concession of a pink tie. The school colors have been two tone pink, again, 'for just about forever'. Most of the spectators have worn something with the colors, especially Freddie and his Dad, who get to sit with his wife, the Girls team coach. Freddie's Dad is wearing pink stretch pants and top, which shows off his incredible rack. He is wearing a lot of makeup and his nails make him look like the Dragon Lady. His face is jovial and his balding head gleams. His wife hugs him and goes over to her team. Freddie is dressed to match.

"Fred there just opened five new shops across the state" the guy walking next to Jim goes.

"Oh really?" Jim asks, not wanting a long conversation.

"He's the new Nail Salon King"

"Good for Fred! Gotta go-little woman is thirsty!" Jim smiles and quickly sits down next to Michelle.

Michelle has selected seats which give them a view of the game but also of the Grimes family, who are two rows down.

"Did you know Fred was the Nail Salon King" Jim asks, handing the drink to Michelle.

Michelle takes the drink, sucking with pursed lips on the soda straw in that calculated way that drives guys crazy. "Of course I know that, all the girls and some of the more fashionable boys do." he says, batting his eyes at Jim. Staying in character, Jim puts his arm around Michelle while the opening festivities begin. After Mrs. Donahue makes a bunch of totally senseless announcements, an overamped staticy version of "Swan Lake" assaults his ears and Jim sees a performance by the ballet troupe, led by Johnnie and Cindy Johnson, in pink (what else?) tutus. Thankfully it only lasts five minutes and Jim can let his eyes roll down from inside his skull. Then the marching band and twirlers. The lead twirler is a tall boy in a sequined pink costume with tights. He is very good.

Michelle whispers to Jim "He's at least a B cup. I'll bet he was a power forward last week." Jim nods.

Then the game starts. Charlene is scoring well but the other team are much taller girls. The action is furious and at the half . Valley Central is drubbing Mid Mountain 56-42.

"Here come the cheerleaders, Jim." Michelle says. "Catch them after their halftime show."

Jim gets up and positions himself down on the floor. The cheerleaders are introduced, starting with their County Champion Cheerleader Captain, Timmie Winters. Five of the bounciest, most chipper and pert boys Jim has ever seen prance out onto the court. They are in pink cheerleader dresses with pink stockings. The skirts only cover half of their frilly white pettipants, which display their derriere cheeks prominently. They are doing their whole routine in white mid calf vinyl boots with four inch heels. Tim only has minimal padding for his bust, but the other thirteen year old boys are well developed. Tim's butt, however is full and pronounced, giving him a distinct pear shape. His hair is in two long red ponytails hung over his shoulders. His lipstick is pink, of course and his eyelashes are very decorative. He is leading a chant of "Charlene, she's my Queen" as he ends the routine in a full floor split. Jim winces. He wonders what changes had to occur so Tim could do that without screaming.

When the cheer exhibition is over, Jim intercepts Tim as he prances off the floor.

"Tim, can I have about 30 seconds?" Tim nods, out of breath. Tim walks to the bench, his heels making his hips roll. Jim asks him a few questions, tells him he loved the routine and goes back to sit with Michelle.

"I saw you flirting with that cheerleader. Need a younger boy already?" Michelle says as he kisses Jim on the lips when Jim returns.

"Always have to see what's available. Might need to improve on the old bag. You should get one of those uniforms, Mikey." Jim goes.

"I plan to. I decided only a degenerate pervert man over 40 or a group of twelve year old girls could dream up that outfit. Did you get what we needed?" Michelle says, whispering in Jim's ear while he nibbles his earlobe.

"Staying in character can be overdone, sweetheart" Jim tickles Michelle in his ribs. Michelle squeals and laughs. Jim continues. "Our little Timmie, the County Champion little wet dream over there is not at all devoted to Charlene. He thinks she's a great player, but is not interested in her. Now that I played pass the notes on who likes who for you, tell me what it means, Agent In Charge."

"It means Mid Mountain better win. Melinda is wearing her sister's necklace, probably for good luck. The changes she wanted which got implemented in this reality wherewhen were only the ones she said while holding the necklace. If she could do it alone, Timmie would be Charlene's love slave. I'm afraid of what she might wish for if Charlene gets fouled real bad or they lose the game."

"I think it's time we called in some backup, Mikey." Jim said, seriously.

 

Chapter 11: Put Me In Coach, I'm Ready to Play

"Backup is standing by. I popcommed Martin this morning with my suspicions. He told me to try to verify and if we did, to get Melinda separated from the necklace calmly and quietly. If it got dangerous, call him in. Unfortunately, it really screws up the Realities when we have to mount a smash and grab deal. Sometimes, the target get really injured when we jerk them through the flux without preparation. That would be Melinda, and we are not going to harm her if I have anything to do about it. So now we need to reduce the risk of something bad happening. Any ideas, Junior Assistant Agent and Sexy Husband?" Michelle was breaking the tension to let Jim get creative.

Jim had an idea. "Mikey, you were always terrible at basketball, but I was pretty good for a guy under six feet. I'll have the unit pick up the game from my muscle memory. If I can attach a unit remote, one of the small ones with the sticky stuff, to that other big girl- the one next to Charlene who plays like she's afraid of getting hurt and can't hit her outside shots, we might have a chance."

"I knew your macho skills had some small use. Do it Jimmie, now!" Michelle kissed him on the cheek and pushed him up from his seat.

"What about the Prime Directive." Jim says, grinning again.

"Enough of that Star Trek crap- get going before every man on the planet is dressed like Timmie, including you! Or worse!" Michelle retorted.

 

Jim touches his watch and links to the unit. He creates the mission parameters and verifies the units proposed plan of actions. Two minutes later, the score is a little better at 68-60 but Charlene is getting tired. 40 of the points are hers and there is only eight minutes left. Jim walks by the bench during a time out and brushes past Darlene, the tall brown haired girl. He sits in an open seat where he can see the whole court.

 

Play resumes and Mid Mountain has the ball but cannot bring it in. Valley is all over them, playing very aggressively. Charlene takes a shot from the outside and suddenly, Darlene is playing with a renewed energy. She gets the rebound, manages to elbow shot the Valley player under the boards and best of all, draws the foul. She makes the shot easily. Play resumes. Darlene is playing better than ever. Charlene is pulled out to catch her breath and Darlene starts to close the gap.

It is 70-69 with ten seconds left. Charlene and Darlene are moving the ball. They close in. A girl from Valley tries to intentionally foul Charlene with a hard slam but Darlene intervenes and takes the hit. Charlene lets it fly. The crowd is on its feet. A sea of pink chanting. Timmie , a new look of love in his eyes is jumping and cheering "Darlene, she's my Queen." with his pony tails flying and skirt flipping up and down. Jim is drenched in sweat, as he has been guiding Darlene's play and it is draining. Michelle is watching, moves up behind Melinda and opens the clasp on her necklace, but it sticks. She cannot get it.

The game is won for Mid Mountain as the ball swishes through the hoop right at the buzzer. The crowd goes wild. The Valley fans are furious, Mid Mountain fans wild with joy.

Susan Grimes, helping Melinda walk out on the floor is greeted by Charlene, who hugs them both. The mother of the Valley player who was intercepted by Darlene comes over and slaps Charlene and Susan on the face. "That's for fouling my daughter, you little bitch, I wish you would…" the woman is crazy, thinking her daughter is hurt. Her daughter is trying to calm her down, pulling her back, going "I'm ok Mamma, it was fine.."

Michelle closes in, ready to intervene. Melinda, in all of her twelve years, has never seen the two people she loves the most hurt like this. She loses control. A twelve year old girl has decided to be angry and irrational. A twelve year old girl who is tapping incredible power. Her essence flares .

"You wish.." Melinda speaks in a voice which seems amplified, "I'll wish…" Reality flux starts the room spinning and everyone in the room is holding their heads. It feels like a power drill is running wild inside their brain. Michelle is blown back and clamps down his mind. He is the most sensitive one here and it's like having a blinding light turned on in a room when everyone else is wearing welder's masks. Michelle links through the unit to Jim. "Get the damn necklace Jim or this place will blow itself out of the Realities all together! I'm stuck. You have to do it!"

Jim was five feet away from Melinda when all this started. His mind is fighting it and he moves slowly toward her, like trying to walk into a tornado. The pressure on his mind keeps increasing. He maintains focus and grabs the necklace. He collapses. Melinda collapses. Everyone in the room collapses except Michelle. He hears the multiple 'Pop' sounds of Mister M's team coming in.

 

Chapter 12: Animal Crackers In My Soup

Jimmie can't wait for tonight. All of the really cool girls will be over tonight for a slumber party! She has never had one at his house and Mom is making all kinds of neat things to eat. The party starts in an hour but Jimmie is already in her new nightgown. It makes her feel so grown up. She touches up her lipstick and wanders into the kitchen to see if Mom needs any help.

"Jimmie what are your plans. Anything you want me to help you with?." Mom is always so nice. She's the best Mom a girl could ask for.

"We're going to do each others hair, and listen to music, talk, stuff like that" Jimmie goes on, eating a cookie.

"Talk about boys I would guess. " Mom smiles.

"Well Mom, we are all twelve, you know. It's not like we're little kids or anything!" Jimmie whines. Mom sticks out her tongue and Jimmie giggles.

 

They are all in a circle, stuffed on snacks and pizza. All of their hair is either up in rollers or being braided. They are all wearing facial masks. Some of them have done their nails. Jimmie looks around at the group. Cindy Johnson, Charlene and Melinda Grimes, Darlene Jones, Petra Zupanic, Sharon Dunleavy, and Michelle Peters. Char and Melly's mom, Susan Grimes is staying over to help Mom out. The two mothers have left the girls alone. All of the girls have traded something for the evening. Jimmie is wearing Michelle's perfume, Sharon has borrowed Jimmies new camisole. Petra wanted to wear it, but it was too small for her, since Petra was chubby. Melly and Char had traded too. Char had Melly's earrings and Melly had Char's necklace.

The conversation turns to boys. Life is unfair. Boys are immature. Every girl had a grievance against some boy or group of boys. Melinda is just listening. She has not had it easy, having leg braces and many spinal problems. She has always depended on her sister Char, who was more outgoing.

Char starts complaining about the lack of a girls basketball team. About how the boys get all the glory. And how the coach is crude , always making boob jokes. The girls make some of their own boob jokes. They name all of the boys who have made fun of either their breasts or lack of breasts and wish they would could do it to them! Serve them right. They start describing who should be on a girls team, who should coach, what the school colors should be. What happens to the boys, then? They could be our cheerleaders! Laughter, giggles. Each one describes what the cheerleader uniform should look like, with every girl trying to top the last to contribute. Melly is sitting, her legs stretched out so they would ache less. She laughs and goes Right, I wish It should happen at every turn in the conversation. Petra thinks Bobby Washington should try being fat some time. He would have to wear a girdle then and I could snap it! Cindy chimes in. He should only wear skirts and stockings then we could all lift up his skirt! One of the other suggestions for the boys players is lead twirler. And Coach Turner- he should have the biggest tits in town. And Mrs Turner could coach us and he could run her salon. And Freddie Junior could work with his Dad! Laughter, giggles. More giggles. And Candy Reeves and Mary Wither are such sluts. Char, Tim Winters should be your guy. Candy and Mary should shave their heads, and their clothes will never match! And all of the other girls but us will think Brad is the best boy around. Brad Billings? Eeeewwww!! Laughter. Giggles. Cindy cries a tear. But I like my brother Johnnie. He's nice to me. I wish he would do all the stuff I do. Ok Cindy, Johnnies an honorary girl. He can dance with you and be like your big sister. Ok? Ok Melly. That sounds better. Char looks worried. Did you hear they are cutting Home Ec? My mom may be out of work. That's silly. Everybody should take it. Ok everybody but Candy and Mary. No sluts allowed. Except here. Pillow thrown. Laughter, High pitched squeals.

 

Chapter 13: Tea and Truth

Jimmie wakes up. It is Sunday and Mom is having Mrs. Grimes and Melly over for tea. Michelle and Sharon are also coming. Jimmie spends an hour on her hair, getting it just right in that long, wavy style with the flip curl on the ends. She loves her new dress and thinks the sheer black stockings make her look sophisticated. She is pleased with her bustline. Bigger than Sharon's , but not bigger than Michelle's. Mom has let her get a brassiere which "helps her figure". Jimmie finisher her makeup and then goes down to help set the table.

Over tea, Melly is talking.

"At first I did not notice. Then it started to get strange. Suddenly Char was this basketball star on a championship team. And then there was no boys team. But Char was so happy. And so were all the other girls. Then some boys started doing girl things and looking girly. But no one said anything. After a while it seemed normal to me. I thought I was a little crazy. I felt so sorry for Johnnie. He was so nice and all he did was love his sister.

Bobby Washington deserved it, I guess, he made every girl feel ashamed of themselves, especially Petra. I still did not realize I was the one. I tried wishing some of the changes back but nothing changed. You must think I am terrible." Melly cries and her mom and Jim's mom rush to console her. Michelle talks.

" Melly, you are a rare talent. You burn with a strong spirit and you are also one of the nicest people I have ever met. How could you know some silly talk could be made true? Please do not worry. We have the necklace and it is safe. Do you know how I know you are an exceptional person?"

Melinda looks up at Michelle and listens. Michelle continues.

"Because for all your own problems , you never wished for your legs to work better or your spine to be healed, or not to have to live with such pain. Almost anyone else would have wished for that, every second of every day. You only tried to help the ones you love. Melly, we want to work with you and help you learn to use your gift. And we want to make your body well. Mrs. Grimes looked at Michael, an expression of open eyed amazement and hope on her face. "You can do that Michelle? We had given up hope."

"Yes, we can and it won't take long. "

Melinda and her mother are hugging. Sharon grins at Jimmie.

"One last thing, Susan. Can you tell me the story of the necklace?" Michelle asks.

"My Great Grandmother was given it by a sea captain, a pirate is the story as she told it. Supposedly she left with him to go to sea, and returned the next day, wearing fine clothes and that necklace. She said it would grant wishes. Well, we all wore it and it never did grant wishes, that is until Melinda wore it. Great Grandmother was strange as she had more stories than her one day out of town could ever account for."

 

On their way out, Melly is standing with Jimmie and Michelle. Three twelve year old girls who have grown up together are having their first parting. Melly is leaving to get her legs fixed. She hugs them. "I will miss you two. You are the best girlfriends I ever had." Melly goes. Jimmie tears up and hugs her . "Bye Melly. I will miss you too. Maybe we'll see each other again." Michelle giggles. "Bye , Melly. We'll see you faster than you can believe. "

"What are your names , for real? " Melly asks Michelle. Jimmie is a little confused.

Michelle laughs and says "Just call us Fox and Dana. And you were quite a case, Melinda Grimes."

 

Chapter 14: Growing Up Girl

Jimmie's life seems to speed up. She remembers moments. She and Sharon and Michelle at a school dance. Having an embarrassing 'accident' with in Home Economics and borrowing a tampon from Sharon. Kissing boys. First formal gowns for the three of them. Going to a spa with Michelle's mother. Helping fix Sharon's dress in the ladies room during the prom. Michelle's braces. Back seat of Michelle's mom's limo with a date.

Sharon, Michelle and Jimmie graduating high school. Vacationing with the three of them in the Caribbean. Gossip and jokes. Jimmie is happy.

 

Chapter 15: The Sleeper Awakes

Jim's head clears. He is in a bed, somewherewhen. He is connected to the room with several patches attached around his body. He assumes he is in rehab at one of Mister M's facilities. Consciousness is returning. He remembers grabbing the necklace from Melinda. He remembers the mindblast. He remembers everything with incredible clarity. Slowly, he also starts remembering growing up as Jimmie, a lovely young lady with great friends. Why is Mom always the same? Always Mom, unconditional love. Jim remembers growing up with Melinda and now understands what happened at Mid Mountain Middle School. So his whole girlhood was some form of rehab.

Jim looks down. He has his D cup breasts back, and can feel his butt and hips are curved again. He reaches between his legs and can feel the pseudoflesh vagina. His genitals are 'time recessed again.'. His hair is back to normal, about 27 inches.

"Oh well, I guess Mister or Miss M wants me this way again. Jim has gotten totally comfortable with these shifts between masculine and feminine, except they never seem to be his choice. Besides, he now has two wonderful childhoods to remember.

Jim had enjoyed being the guy on his last outing, though.

 

Sharon walks in. She kisses him deeply, gently stoking Jim's breasts.

"Hello, Jim. Remember me? " Sharon goes, grinning.

They exchange greeting, hugs and 'my you look goods'.

"Sharon, what's going on? When can I get out of here?" Jim asks.

 

"Not my department. However I know you feel fine but you were right in the path of a powerful mindblast. They are still trying to figure out why you weren't blasted apart. The poor woman who slapped Melinda's mom had to have a personality rebuild and she wasn't near the direct blast. You are a hero, or I suppose, a heroine. You took the whole thing and protected everybody in the whole wherewhen.. Michael could only cover you from some of it and then he got pushed back."

"Michael? Is he ok? " Jim asked, now worried.

"Oh, nothing much stops Michael. He's fine. His mind blocked it out but he was then frozen from action. It's all automatic , otherwise he would have been killed first. He held it off long enough so you could then do whatever you did to stop Melly. "

"Ok, so why am I , shall we say , a little less masculine than my old self? Another mission in drag?" Jim went on.

"A recovery project, not a mission, Jim, dear. " Miss M walked into the room, along with Mister M. She kissed Jim on the lips, and Mister M kissed Jim's hand, and then shook it.

Jim smiled. Despite all the complications working with these two Realities Operations Chiefs (not their title, just the one Jim assigned them in his mind), he found them genuinely likeable.

"Are you feeling up to a lecture, Jimmie? " Miss M asked, sweetly.

"I feel fine. I can't wait to hear this one." Jim said.

"Very well. First, Jimmie, I would never use the words 'in drag' applying to you. You , with your wonderful malleable essence, are always a male but comfortable on either the masculine or feminine scale. Like you are now, you are a beautiful young woman to the outside world and any normal male will find you desirable "

"I'll vouch for that, " smiles Mister M, who had been intimate with Jim when Jim was mentally oriented towards being feminine, after a brutal mission.

"We all know Martin. " Miss M continues. " So Jim, you can have the option of being comfortable in situations which would make most men uncomfortable. We needed that to bring you back from Melinda's mindblast without a total personality rebuild. You were subject to universe destroying energies which should have wiped you clean, and yet you had defenses which astound us. However, the mind of a twelve year old girl assaulted your mind and drove your masculine essence deep into a compressed and protected mode. We made you grow up as a little girl in dream state, while your masculine essence recovered. Melinda was instrumental in helping with your healing , which also helped her healing. Everyone pitched in, your mother, Susan Grimes, Michael, Sharon, Charlene. When Melinda was finished, we accelerated the rate and brought you to this point. It was important for you to be as feminine as possible to make you receptive to working through the imprinted images from the mindblast. Michael and Sharon also now have a "second childhood" . We need you to ease out of your feminine persona gradually, perhaps over the next month at one of our rest and recreation spots. Then you can go back home. "

"So a month on the beach in a bikini, sounds fine for now. So what happens to Melinda? What do we do about all the reality changes back at Mid Mountain? What the hell was that necklace?" Jim asks, sitting up.

Mister M talks. " Last first. The necklace is a piece of interdimensional material. Now that I said that I labeled it but did not tell you anything. The answer is we don't really know. We have found them before. There are legends about wishing stones in all the wherewhens. Well, these work but normally the person holding it has such low essence power that they can only make reality shift a little, and consistent with the basic flow of events. You could get a person to like you a little more if they liked you already, for example. Now we believe Melinda's Great Great Grandmother was found by a Reality adventurer, people who used to wander the wherewhens. She probably popped around, had a hell of a good time, saw things she would never have dreamed of and then popped back home a day later to raise her family, after years traveling. She was probably a great love as wishing stones were precious. No big deal to the reality until Melinda came along. Now, we are going to heal Melinda's body and if she wants, help her control her essence ability. She and her mother will return home but we will keep in touch. When Melinda finishes her childhood, she will be brought out into the Realities. As to the changes, we do nothing. We must let the wherewhen heal and also this was a natural,, although improbable event. Who says this was not the true path? I am a little out off sorts because it was such a wonderful control case for fixed gender roles. Now, things are a bit more open. "

Miss M adds "So now it passes to my group. We will observe the changes and watch how the reality heals itself. Some of them should be interesting. Michael has popped out and brought back a report.."

They all bid Jim goodbye. His mother visited, Sharon joined them . After the hugs , Jim got dressed in his bikini and beach jacket, put on some sandals and was popped with them to a beach cottage on one of the R&R wherewhens.

They enjoyed a relaxing week together, sun and girl talk during the day, dining and dancing in the evening. Sharon and Jim renewed their loving relationship, girl on girl. Mom left for back home. Sharon brought Michael in the next day.

 

Chapter 16: Friends

Michael breezed in, his normal flamboyant self. He was wearing a well tailored skirted suit and subdued makeup. His hair was much shorter, about a slightly longer than chin length pageboy, dark red with brown highlights. He wore sensible heels and his nails were polished but fairly short.

"Jimmie, sweetheart. I am so glad you're back. I love the look, you seem so relaxed and at ease " Michael kissed him on the lips. Jim was sitting , legs crossed, his bikini straps slid off his shoulders to avoid the tan lines. His finger and toes were painted. His hair was in a high pony tail, and he had sandals with three inch heels. Sharon kissed Michael.

"Sharon, did you know I was Mrs. Brunner before you got the chance? I love being the embarrassing ex wife, it suits me. " Michael bats his eyes and giggles.

"Jimmie told me all about it.. We can now really compare notes and gossip. " Sharon said.

The three of them spent anther week on the beach. Sharon said she was leaving tomorrow so the three girls, friends in two different childhoods, partied on the town.

Michael relates his report on how things are at Mid Mountain.

 

"Things have settled in fine. A year later, Melinda, Charlene and Susan are fine. Melinda is physically fine and is playing basketball with Charlene. Home Ec is still required for everybody and Susan has expanded the department.. The ballgowns they all make are now standard dress at school dances for boys and girls. The boys are playing basketball again, and Mrs. Turner is coaching both teams. Fred and Freddie are doing a great job and getting rich running Fred's nail Salons, now nationwide. They specialized in serving interstate truckers who have embraced the looks Fred promotes. Fred has some wonderful wigs now, and Freddie has a rack just like his dad. at age fourteen. He and Candy are an item now. Bobby Washington lost weight and is much more pleasant to the girls. He has made some wonderful new dresses which look good on him. Mary Withers grew her hair back and is now making a lot of money as a part time welder after school. She is dating a cheerleader and still has no fashion sense. The lead twirler is on his way to a national championship and is a spokesperson for a sports bra. Brad is no longer that popular and is wondering what happened. The cheerleading team had photos put on the internet and is in great demand on many international websites. Tim Winters would never commit to Char because he really liked older men. He is a fabulously wealthy filmstar in limited distribution videos." Michael shows Sharon and Jimmie a picture of Timmie. He seems to have made the cheerleader outfit a signature look, enhanced by his DD breasts and what looked like a significant bulge in the front of his pettipants.. His collagen loaded lips were sucking on a two inch thick peppermint stick. The three of them cackle hysterically and agree to get the outfits themselves and have a group photograph made for Martin. Michael surprises them by having a clothing rack pop in. He also gets out a clear gel and explains. "Put a small amount on your lips and a generous amount on your tits. " It is a temporary enhancer. Within a half an hour, the three are sporting DD breasts or a little more and 'Timmie' lips as they call them. After a riotous hair, makeup and nails session they pose in the outfits. Michael send copies to Mister M, Miss M,and his and Jim's moms. He also sends one to Melinda.

 

Chapter 17: Best Buddies.

The next morning, Sharon is getting dressed and ready to pop out. All of their their temporary enhancements are gone, for which Sharon is grateful as her back was starting to feel the strain of such sizeable boobs.

Michael stops in, Jim is out swimming.

"Sharon, are you sure? I love you both madly and I would not want to do anything …." Michael blushes, something Sharon has not seen him do since he was a twelve year old (girl or boy).

" Dammit Michael, you two have to finish this or it will drive us all crazy. I know you love me and Jim. I love you both too. So does Jim. We have grown up together twice now. So just do it., Mrs. Brunner." Sharon grins, and then giggles. She kisses Michael on the lips, squeezes his butt and proceeds to finish getting ready.

Jim returns, wearing a one piece suit which is already dry by the hot tropical sun.

Michael tells him he has to pop out for a bit, he will be back in an hour. Michael kisses Jim's cheek and is gone.

Jim and Sharon say their goodbye.

"Jimmie, come look me up back home. And this time no more girl on girl for a while. I still have my attachment if you are not equipped yourself, but I kind of miss all of you.."

They hug, kiss and Sharon pops out.

 

An hour later, Jimmie is brushing his hair on the edge of the bed, He hears a pop and there is Michael. A different Michael. It is the first time Jim has seen Michael look masculine since they were sixteen. His hair is cut in a mans style, maybe with just a little too much care on the combing and cut. He is flat chested and lean, wearing a simple tee shirt and pair of jeans with bare feet..

"Jimmie, Sharon and I discussed you and we decided you owe me." Michael goes, sitting next to Jim, encircling Jim's waist with his arms.

"How do you mean that., I owe you? " Jimmie goes, reaching up to grasp Michael's hand.

"You deflowered me you miserable bastard! I'd never had a vagina before and never had that done to me!" Michael goes.

"I wasn't myself at the time." Jimmie says, grinning, reaching his hand into Michael's crotch. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it, my God it was great!. And now you owe me a return trip, first class." Michael says, feeling a level of blood pumping from Jimmie's ministrations. Jimmie is opening his mouth wide as he pulls down Michael's pants.

"I should have kept the 'Timmie" lips" he whispers to Michael.

 

Chapter 18: There and Back Again

A week later, Michael leaves. Jim wonders if the pseudolife vagina can be worn out as Michael has certainly tried. They part regretfully, but Jim is starting to feel like having his original equipment back and has exercised his breasts down to B cups. He has scheduled his 'time progression' for his male equipment for tonight and will pop out and then back to finish his rest period. Michael has already grown out his hair, boobs and his rear end is curving nicely like his old self. He looks at Jim and goes "We can use the same bras, but we are going in different directions. It's been great. Jim."

"You too, Mikey. I really liked being Mrs. Peters, Mrs. Brunner. One thing I still don't understand. Why did you tell Melinda we were Fox and Dana? I don't get it.." Jim goes.

"Old TV show after downtime from our home when. A great thing called the something Files, about paranormal investigators. A couple of agents who become more than friends. Look it up. Now I have to leave. Do you know why I will never tie you down, Jim? As much as I love you I can never have us together for long. Do you know why?" Michael asks.

"Sharon would kill you, and you need variety. " Jim counters.

"Both true, but not the truth. When I'm with you, you give me the memories of being boys together, riding bikes, playing board games in the basement, watching TV, tag on summer nights. And now I have new memories of slumber parties, gossip in the girls room, tea parties, playing with dolls. Two childhoods. And I remember what it was like to feel safe and secure. No one had tried to kill me, rape me or otherwise make me uncomfortable. And I had not killed anyone, or seen so much pain. To escape that, if only for a little while, we have each other. Buddies?" Michael looked less confident than his usual self.

Jim hugged him , kissed him and grabbed his hand. "Buddies for life, or however many lives we can remember." Michael popped out.

 

Jim popped back home, feeling good. It was the evening of the day of his Mom's big charity event, about twenty hours after he popped out to begin this adventure. He hugged his Mom and said he was going to shower. Jim was back to his old self, trim and flat with his hair restored to it's 27 inch length.

"Jim, I loved raising a daughter, I never thought I'd get the chance. How are you?."

"Well mom, your daughter feels more like a son today but I do miss you. How about we both take baths, and I'll set your hair and you set mine? Then we can gossip in our nightgowns, like old times."

His mother's smile was all the answer Jim needed.

 

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