Sarah here, with a nice word from the author. I am currently at work on a follow-up story, but I will once again ask for input before I actually post. I am requesting Beta-readers, a small test audience, if you will. I am also looking for an editor. Anyone willing to fill these positions, email me at Ranmachan1980@yahoo.com. Now on with the warnings and such.

This is a rewrite of the original story. And for those who eagerly read this part, I will point out, that it is coming fully equipped with the entire story. That's right. The whole story in one super long file! With minor edits, and major additions.

The following story contains Transgender themes, so if this type of story is not appealing to you, why did you open this up in the first place? If you are not legally allowed to read this story, please don't. I mean really, what would your mother think if she knew you were reading this? Do you have a problem with bad grammar? Well my story will undoubtedly be full of it. Since I can never find an editor (see above note requesting an editor). And also, if you dislike death and violence, well, don't read this story, because it contains both. At one point there is a child murder, and while it only encompasses maybe a grand total of 3 lines ( a mere 46 words out of the over 20000 I have here) But I mention this because one reviewer insisted that this was a "graphic Child murder" and because of those 46 words has claimed my story is trash. So once more there is a child murder, OK? If you don't like it, when you see someone ask the question "Are you Hungry," Immediately skip down a few paragraphs, or just as soon as you see the kid, skip down a lot, and ignore Sarah's entire background. Then you can just act like it never happened. Ok, I'll stop rambling now.

Once again, I must state that this story is based on an RP session between AmyJo_ and Mage_sarah. The character of Nikki/Ralph was created by AmyJo_. All other characters are solely my own creation. Sarah Dallas is owned by me, so if you wish to use her in a story, just ask me. In fact, I have some simple guidelines at the bottom of this story for anyone wishing to use her. Also, some credit is also deserved for SwingRay, who helped me through a tough tangle in the story. Also I would like to thank Everet, who had some nice suggestions as well.

Anybody wishing to post this, just drop me a line. My email address is posted above.

Otherwise, sit back, relax, pop in some nice soothing music (I personally am listening to some Goo Goo Dolls, Matchbox 20, and a little bit of 3 Doors Down, for flavor) and enjoy what I hope will be a rather enjoyable tale.

Oh yeah, before I forget, I must apologize for the flashback sequence, I have this horrid tendency to over-embellish flashbacks, probably because I love them so much. If you want, zoom past the first half of the flashback, to get to the whole reason for the flashback. Otherwise, if you want the full emotional impact, read the entire thing. *hands out tissues to those that do* Hopefully, you will need these.

Ok, on with the story, before this header becomes longer than the story itself.

 

Sarah Dallas Women's Studies Professor

by Mage_Girl_Sarah

 

-----Prologue: College Life-----

The sun rose, shedding light on the campus of Revere University. The clump of buildings, which seemed so bleak at night, took on a bit of a cheery atmosphere. The two dorm buildings on campus began to bustle with activity. Students poured out of the doors, many of them groaning, and complaining about the fact that they had to pick that 8:00 class. Ralph smiled, he only had one class today, and then it was party time. Man he loved Friday's.

Mike, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He had three classes today, all in quick succession, and so he had to carry all of his books in his backpack. He trudged down the hill, on the way to the main campus, and quickly caught up with Ralph.

"Ralph, what the hell are you so cheerful about?" Mike irately inquired of his roommate.

"Well man, between you and me, "Ralph lowered his voice to little more than a whisper, "You know Ms. Dallas' Women's studies class?"

Mike nodded his head, listening intently.

"Well, the girls in there," Ralph paused, "The girls in there, are fine. It's like an hour long peep show. I love it."

Mike snickered, "Yeah, just don't get caught. I hear those girls can get pretty mean if they feel you aren't showing them proper respect."

Ralph laughed and clapped his roommate on the back, "Well, I got to run. I can't keep the ladies waiting. I'll see you after classes."

Mike waves, and continues his slow walk down the hill, for some reason he was dreading the day to come.

The dread was justified throughout the day. Things just did not go right at all for mike that day. He had a pop quiz in Calculus, and failed it miserably. His girlfriend, Cassie, dumped him, saying that he had no direction in his life. To top things off, when he got back to the dorms, his mom called, and told him that his dog had died. Totally wrecked emotionally Mike lazed about the room, trying to find something on TV to ease the pain that grew in his heart.

Ralph busted in, moments later, with yet another pizza box, "Pizza is here my man! Nothing cures a case of the blues quite like a Ralph Hawaiian special with extra cheese!"

Mike looked at Ralph, then at the giant stack of boxes in the corner of the room. The stack of pizza boxes was taller than Mike who, at six foot two, was not a short man. They had dubbed it "The Leaning Tower of Pizza", thinking themselves rather clever for coming up with the name.

"More pizza, Ralph? Do you ever eat anything else?" Mike groaned.

"Hell no! Have you seen the shit they serve in the cafeteria? I would rather starve to death. So instead of killing myself and wasting away to nothing. I exploit the delivery service offered by Pizza Guys." Ralph joked.

Mike couldn't help but crack a smile, "Yeah, it is true that the food here sucks, but it is cheaper than eating pizza everyday!"

"A pizza a day, keeps the vomit away, "Ralph pointed out, breaking out in laughter.

Mike's mood melted, and he joined in. Soon the weighty problems Mike had found so overbearing, melted away, as he lost himself in laughter. Mike had yet to figure out, just why Ralph was able to cheer him up so well, but he did know that Ralph just had a knack for lightening the mood wherever he went.

The next morning, they ate cold pizza for breakfast, which admittedly was closer to lunch, since they didn't get up until nearly 1:00. After breakfast, they threw the box on top of the Leaning Tower, and headed out for a long day meant to make Mike forget all his troubles. With Ralph leading the way, they inevitably ended up at a strip club.

"Ralph, " Mike looked uneasy, " I don't know about this."

"Come on man, " Ralph urged, " You just got dumped, you are allowed to look at naked women again. It is one of your inalienable rights as a man!"

Mike arched an eyebrow as he looked at his friend, "Inalienable right? What have you been smoking, Ralph?"

Ralph gave up, and just started to push his roommate along. They entered, and soon they were enjoying the "fine" atmosphere of the strip club. One stripper in particular, caught Mike's eye.

"Does she look familiar to you, Ralph?" Mike said, turning to his friend.

Ralph blinked, and nodded, "I swear she does but I can't remember where I've seen her before."

"Is she a student? Maybe we've seen her at school?" Mike suggested.

Snapping his fingers, Ralph smiled, "Of course. She sits next to me in Ms. Dallas' class! Didn't I tell you it was like an hour long peep show?"

Mike only nodded, and watched the girl dance more. After the dance, the club shut down for the night. Mike and Ralph left, and waited outside afterwards, hoping to meet the stripper they had just seen. Fate seemed in their favor, as she exited the club and walked towards them. She smiled and waved, as she walked.

"Hello Ralph," She said. " I never expected to see someone from Ms. Dallas' class here."

Ralph looked at her stunned, "You remember my name. I'm flattered, but I can't for the life of me, remember yours."

"My names Tara." Her face darkened slightly, her blue eyes losing some of their life, and her voice lowered until it was almost inaudible "At least now it is."

She started to get into her car. Ralph however wasn't done, "What did you say there, Tara?"

"Nothing Ralph, " Her smile was completely gone now, "You are next, Ralph."

She slammed the door and drove away. The entire encounter left both Mike and Ralph puzzled. They eventually shrugged it off, and went home. The rest of the weekend was pretty much uneventful, as was the norm on campus. Soon Monday rolled around again

Once more the sun rose over campus, as the teeming masses of students made their exodus from dorm rooms, and began their trek to class. Ralph walked with a sort of determination, that left a smile on his face, and when Mike caught up with him, he inquired about it.

"Well, Mike, " Ralph said, still beaming, "I am going to get Tara's number today."

"Why would you be happy about that? " Mike said warily, still freaked out by the encounter they had with her over the weekend.

"I'll tell you why, Mike. " Ralph smiled, " In fact, I'll spell it out for you. S-H-E I-S H-O-T. I figured you'd appreciate that man. You used to appreciate beautiful women to."

"I do like beautiful women, Ralph, " Mike looked at his friend, "However that meeting with her over the weekend. It was kinda freaky."

Ralph dismissed this thought, "Bah. She's a stripper. She's allowed to be weird, by virtue of her hotness! All strippers have weird little kinks about them. Besides, you overheard her say that I'm next. If that isn't a pick up line, I don't know what is."

"She didn't really sound like she was hitting on you, man. It sounded more like a warning." Mike pointed out.

"You're just jealous that she wants me and not you, " Mocked Ralph, "Catch you later."

Before Mike had a chance to make a comeback, Ralph was running down the hill on his way to class. Mike just groaned, and dragged his feet

****Before Class.****

Ralph stood outside Ms. Dallas' classroom, waiting for Tara to show up. She arrived roughly five minutes before class was about to start. He walked with her to where they sat, and then looked at her.

"So, Tara." Ralph said, smiling

"Ralph, what do you want? "Tara asked, the smile on her face looked fake, but Ralph failed to notice.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out this weekend, " Ralph asked, "That is, if you aren't working."

"I'm busy all weekend." Tara said.

"Oh." Ralph looked down, a look of defeat in his eyes, "Well, how about..."

"Ok, I'd like to begin class. If everyone would get out their Text books, and the report on The Women's Rights Movement." Ms. Dallas began, "Ralph Turner, I need to see you during free period."

Class began, and Ralph couldn't help but groan. Things were looking down for him.

-----Part One: Extra Credit-----

Sarah Dallas sat calmly at her desk, searching idly through papers, and adjusting her name plaque on the corner. She had an appointment for later in the day, and wanted the office to look at least moderately presentable. This was another one of her problem students. She seemed to have more and more of those lately, especially since the college had insisted she hat to allow men to take her Women's Studies course. She knew deep down, that the only reason men took her class, was to ogle the women, and very often one of those women they came to ogle was Sarah herself. She made no attempt to hide herself, she looked good, and she was proud of it. However, she still dressed moderately conservatively, she was a professional, after all, however even her most conservative dress did nothing to hide her curves, and in fact, most outfits she wore seemed to emphasize them more than anything.

She was just about to head to the cafeteria when a knock on the door halted her in her tracks. She sat back down at her desk, and smiled.

"Come in," she said, her soft voice carrying surprisingly well.

Into her office walked Ralph Turner, a shorter man, of Indian heritage, with a short cropped mop of black hair, and brown eyes. He wore a Nine Inch Nails T-shirt, and faded black jeans. He timidly looked around, shoulders hunched, as he moved cautiously towards Ms. Dallas' desk.

"Um, hello Ms. Dallas," Ralph timidly said, his voice lightly tinged with an accent, that just mildly hinted at his Indian roots.

Sarah smiled warmly, "Hello Ralph, I'm glad you could make it. Please, Have a seat." Sarah gestured towards one of the two straight back chairs sitting before her desk, "We need to talk."

Ralph slowly lowers himself into the chair on his left, and looks at Sarah. His eyes wanted to wander, but he kept them firmly looking her in the eyes.

"As you may well know, " Sarah began, " you have been doing rather poorly in my class, and your grades are more than a little close to failing."

Ralph nodded his head slowly, not very happy with the direction this meeting was going, but waiting patiently for what he knew was coming.

"Now," Sarah continues, "we both know that the only reason you joined my class was to ogle the girls, so we shall cut to the chase. You have slacked off more often than is acceptable, and you now need to improve your scores, or you will never get your degree. I hope you understand the gravity of the situation"

Ralph nods in understanding It was true, every word of it. However, he found it slightly odd that she failed to mention that he took it for an easy credit,

"So I have a proposition for you," Sarah said, barreling ahead with her current agenda, "if you accept, you will pass, if you decline, you will have to take my class over again next year, which will cost you another Semester's tuition. Either way, you are going to have to make a sacrifice. So, which shall it be?"

Ralph was confused. Raising an eyebrow, he timidly asked, " What are you proposing I do Ms. Dallas? I want to pass your class, but I don't know quite what you are proposing."

Sarah smiled slightly, as she said, "I want you to spend a month as a woman, and learn about how a woman lives. I want you to truly know what we are studying in Women's Studies. If you can do this, it will bring you up to a passing grade, and as an added bonus, to show I am not a total bitch, this will also take the place of your Final Exam."

Ralph was confused by the offer. Spending a month as a woman seemed a preposterous idea. For clarification, he asked, "You mean you want me to dress up and pretend that I'm a chick? If that is what you are proposing, then I just want to say, I am no cross dresser, ok?"

"Well the dressing up part is implied, of course." Sarah chuckled at this, "But there will be no pretending, of that I will assure you."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Dallas, but I'm confused"

"I am talking about making you a full-fledged member of the fairer sex." Sarah smiled, knowing that the foolish child would mock her abilities, and require a demonstration. "A bit of Magic, if you will "

Ralph laughed, at what must be a joke. "Whoa. Ms. Dallas, you almost had me going there, but everyone knows there is no such thing as magic"

Sarah points at a small fern located in the corner of her office. Ralph's eyes follow her finger, and he looks at the plant.

"Watch the plant Ralph."

They both stared at the small fern. Ralph was beginning to wonder what he was looking for, when he heard Sarah Snap her fingers behind him. Before his eyes, the plant began to shimmer, and flatten against the wall. The sparkling shape began to elongate, growing slowly up the wall. When the sparkling finally faded, what was left was a large, and rather ornate mirror, with Gold trimming around the edges.

"Do you believe in magic now, Ralph? Or do you still entertain that intense doubt?" Sarah asked.

Ralph's eyes remained wide. What he had just seen was impossible. "That was a pretty cool trick, Ms. Dallas. Maybe you can teach me how to do that one."

"Ralph, that was no trick," Sarah insisted, "That was magic, pure and simple. Now the question remains, Ralph, do you wish to pass my class, or are you going to insist on retaking it next semester? It's your choice"

Ralph swallowed hard, "Ok, I'll bite. Do what you have to so I can pass your class."

Sarah smiles, and looks at her student. "Excellent choice Ralph. Now, this may tingle a little bit."

"So what am I supposed to..." Ralph did not get a chance to finish his sentence, as his body was suddenly overtaken by a tingling sensation.

Sarah snapped her fingers, and Ralph's body began to sparkle. As Sarah watched, Ralph's form began to shrink, slowly adjusting body proportions to his new size. The beer gut that he had obtained over the years of college life, slowly melted away, giving him firm flat abs, that he could only have dreamed of.

"This isn't so bad....I may be a little shorter now, but I look much better, now" Ralph commented, the tingling still running through his body.

The tingling intensified. Ralph developed a bit of a boner, and slowly watched as the tent in his pants shrank smaller and smaller, until all that was left was a flat area. With an explorative hand, Ralph patted his flat crotch, and found that the family jewels were in fact no longer there. A panicked look came to his eyes, as he realized that 'he' was no longer the proper pronoun.

The changes continued, starting to move faster as Ralph became more and more feminine. His hair began to change from black, to a vibrant red, much like Sarah's own, and lengthened down until it hit the seat of the chair he was sitting on. A few stray locks fell into Ralph's line of sight. He reached up, and grabbed a hold of a lock, which brought his hand up to eye level, and he noticed right away, this was not his hand. First, he noted that the fingers seemed longer, more slender, and the nails were longer as well, with a manicured look to them. His gaze traveled down his arm, as he idly flipped the hair behind his ear, in a very feminine manner. His arms were more slender as well, and almost completely devoid of the body hair her had grown so accustomed to.

More changes hit his body, as the remainder of the body hair on his extremities drew back, leaving behind smooth soft skin. At the same time, his skin began to lighten, losing it's Arabic look, and taking on the much paler complexion of a Caucasian. The sight of the pale flesh, scared Ralph, who tried to get up, and run.

"This.....this is too much...stop it! I don't want anymore. I'll retake your damned class, just stop whatever it is you are doing!" Ralph begins screaming, as he takes off for the door.

Ralph didn't make it to the door. In mid stride, his hips popped, reforming into a much wider form, which made him loose his balance, and he fell flat on his face. The widening of his hips, was only slightly more disconcerting then the odd constricting feeling that came from his waist. He screamed in shock, as his loose jeans began to tighten around his hips and butt, which was now expanding and filling out, giving it an extremely pleasant roundness. A tingling sensation in his face, alerted him to the next change, his face changed, moving and flowing, until every last feature just screamed feminine perfection. The beautiful green eyes, gazed down at the ground, petrified at what was most definitely coming next.

"Please...no," Ralph stopped at the sound of the voice. No longer did it have his old accent, nor was it his regular deep voice. Instead it was soft, and highly sexy, it screamed femininity, and oozed sex appeal.

Ralph knew what was coming next, and shut his eyes, so he did not have to watch what he knew was about to happen. The feeling started as only a mild tingle. The tingle meant nothing to Ralph, who just held his eyes shut even tighter. Slowly his shirt became tight, as his chest began to push out, tenting the fabric. The pushing continued for what seemed like forever, when it finally stopped, Ralph opened his eyes and stared in wonder at the new breasts, distorting the image on the front of his shirt.

Ralph stared down at his new anatomy, "Whoa... I have a rack."

"That is not all, dear. Go over and look in the mirror, you have a lot of changes to take note of, "Sarah smirked, "the least of which is your new bust. I do very good work, if I do say so myself."

Ralph walked over, and looked in the mirror. There he saw a beautiful woman dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing that morning. He admired the sexy redhead, knowing that if he were still equipped like he used to be, he would have the biggest boner of his life right now. Having seen the form in the mirror, and the corresponding form he now possessed. He looked deep into his now green eyes, and at his disheveled red hair, at the sexy face, and full red lips. Ralph had to admit, he looked damn sexy, he just wished it wasn't him in that body.

"Those clothes look a little too masculine," Sarah commented. "I think I should do a little something to fix that, don't you? You can't get the full effect dressed like a man."

"What?" Ralph asked, "I'm fine the way I am dressed, there is no need to change me anymore, right?"

With a wave of her hands, Ralph's clothes began to move and flow like water. The shirt and jeans merged into one amorphous mess. The shoes and socks formed into a separate blob. Slowly the shoe blob began to crawl up his legs, caressing them, and slowly the resolved into a pair of black leather knee high boots. The other blob began to separate, A portion slid up his legs, embracing his new ass, and resolving into a pair of black lace panties. Another portion, moved around his chest, cupping his breasts, and resolving into a lacy black bra. A third portion formed into a small denim purse, complete with all the necessities of life. The remainder, formed into a nice black mini dress, with a low neckline. A small pendant formed, nestled in the small canyon of cleavage.

Sarah smiled happily, as she said, "Much better. Now you truly do look like a lady. Well not really like a lady...more like a stripper. Let me fix that."

With another wave, The boots reformed into a pair of blue sneakers, the dress became a white blouse and denim skirt, and the bra and panties turned white. The effect was much more lady-like, and Ralph no longer looked like a stripper.

Ralph practically screamed," What did you do to my shirt? That was an official tour shirt! I can never replace it!"

"You'll get it back," Sarah reassured him, "don't worry. As soon as the month is out, you will get everything back, just the way it was. I don't do property destruction, It's just not my style. I am more of a property transmutation type of girl. Less destructive, and much more fun."

Ralph sighed, "Where am i going to live? I mean I can't still live in the same dorm room, can I?"

Sarah confirmed, "You live in the same place you have always lived. Same dorm room, complete with the same roommate. I figure that will make your transition a lot easier on you."

Ralph blinked and stared vacantly at Sarah, "Um, Ma'am, I live in a co-ed dorm, but I have a male roommate. He may be a little surprised to suddenly have a female roommate, don't you think."

"Yes Ralph," Sarah stated, "but don't worry, everything is covered. However I think you will find that no one but me will call you Ralph, so you may wish to get acquainted with the name Nikki Silvers, because that is your name for the next month."

Ralph groaned, "Oh god..... this is going to be interesting. No interesting would be wrong. Huge mess would be more accurate."

Sarah Laughed lightly "Yes, I do imagine so. That will be half the fun of this assignment, but I forgot to mention what the remainder of the assignment is."

Ralph, looked at her. "You mean there's more?"

Sarah nodded, "The remainder of the assignment, is to write a report about your experience, to be delivered in your new female form, to the class on the last day of the transformation. After that you will be returned to your old male self."

Ralph was a little scared. "Wait, I have to give a report like this? Won't everyone know I am a guy? What about my roommate? Won't he wonder why I'm a chick, and not my normal self?"

Sarah shook her head. "Not a single person will notice. As far as anyone is concerned, you have always been a female. The male you never existed. So you should be just fine. Now, Have a nice day Nikki. I have some paperwork to get back to, I trust you can find the door by yourself?"

Sarah went back to working with the papers on her desk, casually she read them, and made small marks occasionally. At this point she was completely ignoring Ralph/Nikki, so at this point, Ralph began to walk away.

Mumbling to himself, Ralph said, "I hope this is one of those really fast months."

Ralph walked out of Sarah's office, and started walking back to his dorm room, thankful that he had an on campus dorm with his very own bedroom. He just had to share a living room and bathroom with his roommate, so things shouldn't be too bad there. The walk from her office, to the more secluded walkway to the dorms was stressful for him. All the guys he passed stared at him, staring at his breasts. He knew what they were thinking, because he knew what he would think if he saw a girl that looked like he did right now. He knew every single one of them wanted him, and for his male mind, that was beyond terrifying. Thoughts of them wanting him, led to thoughts of what they wanted to do with him, and those thoughts thoroughly disgusted Ralph.

He reached the walkway that lead to the dorms, without a single guy hitting on him, which he was thankful for. As he walked through the tree-lined walkway back to his dorm, he thought to himself, about his current identity, he needed to start thinking of himself as Nikki, and as a female. He stopped where he was, resting in the shade of a tall oak, he looked to make sure none of the guys who had been ogling him had followed him, and was relieved to find himself alone.

"From this day forward, "He swore to himself, in a voice barely a whisper " and for the rest of the month, I am Nikki, and I am a woman. There I said it. I wish Ms. Dallas could hear me. Oh well now that that little bit is settled, I should get back to my dorm."

With new resolve she set out for her dorm once more. She was not going to let this beat her. Ms. Dallas may have changed her body, but she was still the same inside, and anyone who had known her before the change would tell you, she could do anything once she put her mind to it.

Pulling out her key, she unlocked her door, and stepped inside. She hoped Mike wasn't around. She prayed that he was out, or had a class, or any of a million other things that did not involve him being there. She looked around, and was quite disappointed to see Mike lying on the couch, watching TV.

She looked at the room again. The mess was gone, the Leaning tower of Pizza had been replaced by a small fern, the room itself seemed to be neater than she had ever seen it, even on the day they moved in. However, even with the feminine frills, there was still an air of masculinity, expressed in a few distinctly male items. The couch hadn't changed at all, which pleased Nikki, she enjoyed her black leather couch.

Mike turned around at the sound of the door opening and shutting. "Hey there Nikki, what's up?"

Nikki looked at him nervously, her throat felt as dry as the sands in the Sahara, "Hello Mike."

Mike looked at her a smile on his face, "So how are you?"

"I'm fine Mike, just a little tired." Nikki offered weakly.

She headed towards her room, and opened the door. Immediately she noticed the difference. All of her old posters of scantily clad women had been replaced by pictures of various men, most of which, like their female predecessors, were scantily clad. The dark green and black color scheme that she had used for so long, was gone. In its place was a muted pink, and red color scheme. everything that she had taken comfort in, was gone. No longer did her Lava Lamp light up the corner of her room, in its place was a Precious Moments figurine. All of her comics were gone, replaced with stuffed bears, and other unidentifiable creatures. Her collection of Stephen King, and Dean Koontz novels had been taken over by what appeared to be the entire Harlequin line of books. Even her DVD collection was now full of almost nothing but romantic comedies, and various other chick flicks. She shuddered, as she picked up her copy of "My Best Friend's Wedding", before she dropped it on the ground and backed away.

Mike spoke up from behind her. "You look a little down Nikki, what's up?"

Nikki was mildly startled, and gave a little jump. "Oh it's nothing, Mike. just a rough day, that's all."

Mike did not seem convinced. "Are you sure that is it? Do you want to maybe talk about it, Babe?"

Nikki was not pleased to be called babe, but when he turned to look at Mike, she did not let it show. She just shook her head, and turned back to her room. She closed the door lightly and collapsed on her bed. All the fear she had built up since the change had started finally broke free, helped only slightly by the new female hormones raging in her bloodstream. She began to cry softly, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to just curl up, and hide in her room for the next month, but then she remembered how girly everything in her room had become.

Mike heard her crying, but figured it best to ignore it for now. She would open up to him, she always did. "Come back to the living room when you feel like talking about it, Ok Babe? I'll wait for you there."

Nikki continued to cry, and eventually cried herself to sleep, still dressed in the same clothes Ms. Dallas had given her. Her dreams were disturbing, and she spent her two hour long nap tossing and turning. She dreamt of men, some of which reminded her of the men she had hanging on the walls. She dreamt of the things these men could now do to her, and in her dreams, she put up no resistance.

When she finally woke up, her body was covered in a cold sweat, and her clothes were a mess, full of wrinkles. She stood up, and walked over to her closet, hoping that the clothes contained inside were not too girlie. When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised. While there were a few dresses and such, most of the clothing was just blouses and pants. She smiled at this, and walked over to her dresser. The results this time, were less pleasant. Inside she found bras and panties, as were expected, but they were still very disheartening. She finally grabbed a simple T-shirt, and some sweat pants, and set them to the side. Then she slowly slid off the skirt, and followed that by unbuttoning the blouse, and removing that as well. She dreaded the next part, but knew it had to be done, swallowing heavily, she finally removed the bra, and her panties as well..

Remembering the cold sweat, she had woken up with, she decided, that a bath might be soothing to her jangled nerves. She threw on a nice satin robe, and headed to the bathroom that she shared with Mike. She was pleasantly surprised to find him asleep on the couch, an old X-Files rerun shining down on him, by the smile on his face, he was probably having his "Scully dream". She quickly entered the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. For some reason, she didn't know, she grabbed a shower cap and tucked her hair up underneath it, as if she had been doing so all her life, She ran the warm water, and quickly filled the tub, added some bubble bath she found nearby, and proceeded to soak away her troubles, along with her sweat. She lounged about in the tub, for an unknown amount of time, before she decided that she needed to get out. She quickly dried herself off, while avoiding looking in the mirror, and put back on the bathrobe, before sneaking back into her room.

She quickly slipped out of the bathrobe, and proceeded to gather up the clothes she had set aside, along with a pair of panties, which she slid on quickly, finding the feel of the silky fabric against her legs to be fairly pleasant. She quickly slipped on the T-shirt and sweat pants, and then pulled her hair out of the shirt, brushed it some, and tied it back into a ponytail, so that it would stay out of her face. Confident that she looked presentable, even with the obvious strain on the T-shirt she finally looked in the mirror. Nikki was flabbergasted. Even dressed down like this, she was still every inch a knockout. In fact, as opposed to detracting from her beauty, the clothing choices seemed to accentuate them, in a girl-next-door sort of way. She opened up her purse, and looked at her ID. In place of her old ID, was a new one with her picture, and the name "Nicole Silvers." Ms. Dallas, sure did very thorough work.

"God," Nikki sighed, "this is so weird. I started the day as an Indian male, and now I am a hot red-headed white chick. I guess there is nothing left to do in here, its time to face my roommate."

Nikki took a deep breath, and opened the door, slowly. She wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to start crying again. Finally, she walked calmly to the living room, where Mike had apparently revived himself from his short nap. Mike turned around almost immediately.

"Hello again Babe," Mike smiled warmly, "you ready to talk about whatever is weighing you down?"

"Sure. Where should I begin, though?"

"Well, you said you had a long day, I was wondering if you'd like to talk about that? If there is more, we can get to it, as well. So what's wrong?"

"Oh just the usual. Lots of class and note taking, no time to have any fun." Nikki found the story went easier as she told it.

"How goes that woman's studies class? How is that going for you?" Mike suddenly asked, surprising Nikki.

"Ah, Ms. Dallas' class. Let's just say, that my class project in there has made me a changed woman.

"Oh? What kind of project, if I may ask?"

"No can say, if I tell you then I will fail, I have to keep it secret," Nikki winked conspiratorially .

Mike nodded, "I see. So are you ready for dinner, or not...the reservations are for 6:00 and it is already 5:15. While you do look nice, I'm afraid the dress code is a little stricter than T-shirt and sweats."

"Dinner?" Nikki inquired. "What are you talking about?"

"You do remember our deal," Mike asked, slightly worried, " I help you with Calculus, and you give me a date."

"Oh. It must have slipped my mind." Nikki laughed nervously, fairly worried about where this may be going.

" So, are you going to get ready or not? You know how hard it is to get reservations at The Bistro, I had to make these almost two months ago, and I am not going to loose out on them because you had a brain fart."

"I guess I should get ready then," Nikki said nervously.

"I'll wait for you out here. Ok Babe?

Nikki nodded, got up slowly, and started back towards her room. Again she was going to have to change clothes. Again she was going to have to face this new body almost naked. This time however, he was going to have to fool with trying to put the bra on. On top of all that, he had no idea what to wear. Being a girl was really beginning to get complicated. Nikki shut the door to her room, and once again went to her closet. She rifled through the clothes There were so many choices, she had no idea what she should wear. After looking through her closet, she finally selected a green blouse, and black skirt. Why she chose the skirt she didn't know, it just seemed somehow appropriate. She quickly made her way to her dresser, and removed a nice white silk bra. She quickly removed her sweats and T-shirt, and then spent the next five minutes fiddling with the bra, until she had it on properly. Without looking, she slipped on the skirt and buttoned up the blouse. Once again she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and hoped she didn't look like shit. It was only then that she realized that she had used a scrunchie. Taking a deep breath, she stepped once more into the living room. There she saw Mike, already in a nice burgundy shirt, and black pants, with a matching black tie. Nikki, caught up in the moment, did a quick spin for him, as if she had been modeling outfits all her life.

"How do I look Mike?" Nikki asked, the smile on her lips, not at all mirrored in her eyes.

Mike smiled, and said, "You are looking as hot as ever, Babe. Are you ready to go now, or do you need time to do makeup and stuff?"

Nikki thought briefly, and said, "No. I'm ready. I will forgo the makeup for tonight, so we can make your reservations."

Mike smiled, and looped his arm through Nikki's and escorted her out of the dorm, and to his waiting Toyota. Along the way he opened all doors, and remained a perfect gentleman.

At the restaurant, , Mike once again opened the door to his car, and helped Nikki out. They entered the restaurant, and Mike spoke quickly with the greeter, who led them to a dim booth tucked away in the furthest corner. The only light that reached it, was the candle light provided by two small candles. The overall effect was very romantic, and that was how it was meant to be.

Nikki was amazed by the setup. The candles, the music, it was very romantic, she would have to remember this place when she was male again, and take a girl here. Mike helped her get settled in, and then took his own seat across the table. Nikki quickly grabbed a menu, and started to look for what to eat for dinner.

"Babe, don't worry about the prices, I'm paying for everything tonight." Mike said, as he flashed his most winning smile. Still smiling, he flagged over the waitress, and requested a bottle of their finest wine. The waitress walked away, and left Mike and Nikki alone once more.

"I hope you like wine. This is some of the best." Mike mentioned, "And it is a very good year, too."

Nikki smiles, "I think wine would be really nice about now. It might actually help me relax a bit."

"Yeah babe, you look a little tense. Maybe after we get done, I can give you one of my famous back massages? You seem to enjoy those, and they seem to cut down the stress a bit."

"Sure, Mike, that would be nice." Nikki smiled nervously at him .She had heard about his back massages from some of his other girlfriends, and they all raved about how relaxing they were.

The waitress came by with their wine, and popped the cork. She then poured a little into each of the two glasses that had been provided. The wine was a deep blood red, and smelled faintly of raspberries. she then handed the bottle to Mike, before she left again. Mike smiled, and handed one glass to Nikki, and then raised his own glass.

"May I propose a toast. To good grades, and continued success."

Nikki likewise lifted her glass. "Yes. To A's"

They tapped their glasses together, and took a quick sip. The flavor was quite pleasant and both Nikki and Mike smiled, and quickly finished their glasses. Mike poured them each another glass, and they returned to the task of deciding what to have for dinner.

Looking up briefly, Mike said to Nikki, "So, what will you be having tonight, Babe?"

"Well, the T-Bone sounds pretty good, but it is fairly expensive, maybe I should go with something a little cheaper." Muttered Nikki.

"The steak you say? "Inquired Mike, "Good choice, the steaks here are great! Very tasty, I think you will like it."

Nikki was worried, "Are you sure it is not too much? I can get just a hamburger."

Mike waved her protests away, "Nonsense, Babe. I told you I'd pay, and pay I shall. So order whatever you want, and don't worry I can pay for dessert as well"

Mike than proceeded to order two T-Bones, and the waitress walked to the kitchen. Alone, the were once more able to talk amongst themselves. Nikki sat on her side of the table, nervously sipping at her wine, which she was finding to be very comforting, and unlike her male body, it was relieving her stress very effectively.

"So, how did you do on that last Calculus test?" Mike asked. "I really hope my tutoring helped you."

Nikki sipped some more of the wine, "I got a 95. Highest grade in my class."

Mike smiled, "So my help is working! Good. Maybe I should charge others for my help, what do you think?"

Nikki laughed, "Well that is one way to get a lot of dates."

Mike began laughing as well. It was a good joke, after all, even if it was at his expense. He leaned over, and topped off Nikki's wine glass, still laughing slightly. Nikki nodded her head in thanks, and took another sip.

Mike continued, loving the small talk, "So, your class with Ms. Dallas, is it really as intense as everyone says? I'm told it is a life-changing experience. If you know what I mean."

Nikki nods in agreement, "You could say that."

"Is she that good a teacher?" Mike asked, taking another sip of wine.

"She can be very persuasive," Nikki admitted, "she wants all of her students to pass, too, no matter what she has to do."

"So I hear..." Mike lowers his voice, and leans forward, "...I hear she is a bit of a witch."

Nikki nearly spat out her wine. "Who told you that?"

Mike didn't seem to notice her reaction. "One of her old students, and my girlfriend, until recently, Cassie DeMicco. She told me once, that all the men in the class just suddenly dropped out, and the next day, there were an equal number of female students in the guys old spots. Weird huh?"

"Really? That is very interesting, "Nikki smiles nervously, "I don't know anything about that. All I know is she is a very good teacher. You should meet her sometime, it might just change your outlook on life."

Mike and Nikki continued to talk all through out dinner, and they even continued to talk after dinner. The wine flowed freely, and soon there the bottle was empty, and lying on the table, and Mike was still on just his second glass. Nikki had downed quite a bit, and was feeling more than a little tipsy, in fact she was downright intoxicated. Mike flashed her many a smile while they ate, and she found each one more comforting than the last, partly because of the alcohol, and partly just because it felt good to have a familiar face in this foreign body. She smiled back at him, too, encouraging him even more. Mike finished off the last of his wine, and listened as Nikki giggled inanely at his jokes.

When the time to leave finally came, Nikki could barely walk. Mike had to practically carry her to the car, and likewise into the dorm. He placed her gently on her bed, and began to walk away.

"Where are you going, Mike?" Mumbled a very intoxicated Nikki.

"Babe, you drank a little to much, I'm going to leave so you can sleep it off." Mike once more began to walk away.

Nikki giggled, "I don't know what happened. I can usually drink ten times that."

Mike laughed," Well, you certainly looked like a lightweight tonight, Babe."

Nikki began trying to get undressed, with no positive results. Her grunting and groaning caused Mike to turn around and see the pitiful sight. He walked back over to his drunk roommate.

Mike looked down at her and said, "Is it ok, if I help you change into some clothes for bed, you seem to be having a little trouble right now, Babe.

Nikki giggled again, something she had done with frightening regularity this night. She turned to Mike, her eyes barely focusing, and the alcohol impaired her ability to suppress the female hormones and desires that now flooded her body. The roommate she had known for the last 3 years, was suddenly looking very attractive.

"You can help me with anything." She finally said, finishing with a small seductive wink.

Mike smiled, and went about unbuttoning her blouse. He removed it, and blushed visibly, for the first time in his life seeing his roommates bra-encased breasts. Nikki looked down to see what had caught his interest.

Mike stuttered out, "W-what do you n-normally wear t-to bed?"

Ralph giggled, a small feminine sound, and looked up into his face. The attraction she felt was undeniable, and her body knew what it had to do.

She casually rubbed her breasts, as she said, "Tonight, I don't think I'll wear anything."

Mike paused, and stared at his roommate, the thought of her nude, obviously arousing him. His eyes and hands once more returned to the task at hand, as he began to remove her skirt as well.

Nikki continued to stare at the new object of her desires, "Do you like my breasts?"

Mike's eyes bugged out a little at this query. His eyes moved back up to look her in the eyes. He swallowed hard and said "Babe, you're drunk. If you still feel like this in the morning, we can talk about it then."

Nikki finally managed to unclasp her bra, her nipples stood at attention, as her breasts hung free.

"Don't you like them?" Nikki pouted.

"They are very nice. Now I'm going to leave, and let you get some sleep." Mike said, as he once again began to walk away.

Nikki was not pleased. She needed a man, and he was walking away. She could not let this happen. She hefted her left breast into her hand, and called out to Mike. "Do you want to play with them?"

Mike suddenly stopped walking and turned around at this comment. The sight that met his eyes even further aroused him, and assured him that when he finally managed to get out of this room, he would have to take a very long, very cold shower. As he watched, Nikki began to pull off her panties, as well, and stood naked before her roommate, swaying back and forth ever so slightly.

"There. Now I'm naked. " Stated Nikki, very pleased at his obvious desire.

Mike just mumbled, his regularly very gentlemanly behavior being overridden by his desires. "Yes, Babe, you do seem to be very naked."

Nikki giggled again, knowing she had him where she wanted him. "Why aren't you naked, yet?"

Mike needed no further encouragement, and began to rip off his clothing. When finally his underwear joined the small pile of discarded garments, he began to advance towards Nikki, who was waiting on the bed. He paused momentarily to grab a condom, he always kept in his wallet.

Mike managed one last bit of his Gentleman's nature, "Are you absolutely sure you want this? We can just forget that any of this happened, and go on."

Nikki nodded, and smiled up at her soon to be lover. "You're naked, I'm naked. I think we both know what to do."

Mike grinned, and leaned down. He began to kiss Nikki's neck, slowly working his way down her body, as he reached for, and turned off the bedside light.

-----Part Two: The next morning-----

Nikki woke up, the sun light in her face blinded her, and she reached over to swat at her alarm. The oddly erotic dream from the night before, still hung in her mildly hung over head. All she could remember, was pleasure like none she had ever felt, and that it had something to do with Mike. She laid there, trying to get just a few more minutes of sleep before her morning jog. She laughed slightly. The morning jog was going to be a new experience, now that she had breasts. She sighed, and reached up to touch them, and to remind herself that the part about becoming a woman was not part of her dream. What she found surprised her a great deal. She was naked. Her eyes shot open immediately, the thought of being naked and uncovered scaring her. She looked towards the door, and saw that it had been left opened. She squealed, as she ran to the door and slammed it shut. She turned her back on the door, and closed her eyes. She slid down the door a little, and hoped that Mike had not seen her naked. When she was finally sure that Mike had not heard the door slam she stood up, and opened her eyes, to receive yet another shock. Mike was naked, too, and in her bed!

Nikki screamed, "MIKE!"

Mike slowly woke up. The fog of sleep did not leave him easily, and the sight of the beautiful naked girl in front of him, just served to give him more reason for his morning wood. He smiled groggily, the thoughts of last nights activities still fresh on his sleep-fogged mind.

"Good morning, Babe. Why do you look so pissed?" Mike mumbled.

Nikki practically screamed at him, "What the hell are you doing in my room, in my bed, and not in your clothes? Especially with me being in the exact same position!"

"What do you mean, last night when we got home," Mike explained, " you practically begged me to help you get some relief. You were horny as hell last night."

"What are you talking about? "Nikki shouted, "I would never ask you to get in my be and have your way with me."

Mike shook his head, "I'm sorry to say this, Babe, but you did. You told me to get naked, and then began to hit on me. Besides, you didn't complain a bit last night, in fact you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."

Nikki's eyes widened, "I did no such thing. Even if I did, I was intoxicated and was not thinking at all. You took advantage of me you-you bastard. Get out."

Mike began to get a little angry, "You asked me to, and from the way you were moaning last night you enjoyed it, so why are you complaining now?"

Nikki flew into a rage, throwing things at Mike. "I didn't! You're lying! You raped me you stupid bastard. Get out of here now!"

Mike ran from the room, under a heavy barrage of stuffed bears, and his own clothes. One of his shoes slammed into the back of his head, and he saw stars for a moment. When he turned around, to try and fend off any further assault, the door was slammed, hitting him square in the face. Mike rubbed his injured nose, and the back of his head, where a knot was already forming.

"Ok, Babe, I'll give you some time to cool down." Mike said, "Then we can talk."

The door opened again, and for a second mike thought that maybe she was going to talk. Instead a fist snaked out of the doorframe, and knocked him in the nose once more.

"I never want to talk to you, I don't even want to see you. GO AWAY! and stop calling me Babe!"

"Just calm down, we'll talk about this later."

Nikki once more slammed the door.

Inside her room, she began to cry. To think that this man she had known for 3 years would take advantage of her was infuriating. She knew she was stuck in this dorm at least until the end of this year, when the housing committee allowed out of state students to live off campus, so she had to deal with him for at least another couple months. She needed to cool down, and she thought her morning jog would be just the thing to calm her nerves. She slowly got up, and wiped the tears from her eyes, and began to get ready for a quick jog. She threw on a sports bra, and a pair of biker shorts, and then left the dorm, hoping for a little bit of peace in his cool spring morning.

****Back in the Dorm ****

Mike sat in the dorms, more than a little pissed off. Last night, his sexy-as-hell roommate had practically begged him for sex, and now, it looked like she wanted nothing more than to see his head on a silver platter.

"I'll never understand women," lamented Mike, "They are just too damn uppity for their own good."

He sat back on the loveseat, and flipped through the channels, trying to forget his troubles by watching a little bit of the idiot box. Soon he was caught up in yet another episode of the X-Files, and drifted off into another nice rest, filled with dreams of Scully.

****In The park****

While she ran, she thought about her current status, which was mainly due to the fact that her breasts continuously bounced, even with the help of the sports bra. She was now most definitely a woman, and as such she was going to have to adjust her habits to match. No longer could she drink like she once had, as was evidenced by last night. The thought of the previous night made bile rise in her throat. A wrenching feeling gripped her stomach. twisting it in knots.

"Hey, Nikki!"

The shout stopped Nikki dead in her tracks. she turned around slowly, to see Ms. Dallas waving at her from a short distance off. Ms. Dallas was similarly dressed, in a sports bra and biker shorts, and seemed to be on a morning jog, just like Nikki had been. After she thought about it for a moment, Nikki ran over to talk to Sarah, with the hope that Sarah would be able to help her.

"Good Morning, Ms. Dallas. I didn't know you were a jogger, too." Nikki said.

Sarah smiled at her newest girl, "Why yes, Nikki, I jog every morning." She paused. "So how was your first day as a member of the fairer sex? Have you had fun?"

Nikki's face turned bright red, and she turned away from Sarah, "My..."

Sarah's smile faded, and her face took on a look of concern, "What is wrong Nikki. Did something happen?"

"My roommate. He," Nikki shivered a little, tears came flooding from her eyes. "We, I mean he..."

The look of concern on Sarah's face deepened, "Calm down and speak slowly. Tell me what happened."

Nikki took a deep breath, and finally spat out what she wanted to say, "He raped me. He got me drunk, and then he raped me."

The concern on Sarah's face was replaced with a look of anger. "He did what?"

"He raped me, "Nikki cried, fat tears falling onto her cheeks, and dripping off her chin.

Sarah's green eyes seemed to take on a fiery cast. The anger seethed from her like a physical entity. "I will not stand for people hurting my girls. Anyone who does, will be punished severely. He deserves whatever punishment I can give him, doesn't he?"

Nikki nodded. Sarah saw the nod, and a humorless smile touched her lips. She snapped her fingers twice, and then nodded her head. The anger slowly left her eyes, and her smile began to regain the joy, and happiness that were so common to Sarah's demeanor.

Sarah laughed slightly, "Well, do not worry. Your roommate can not rape you any more. I am afraid she will be much more prone to being raped than you."

Nikki stared at Sarah. "She? You mean my roommate is now a woman too?"

Sarah smiled and nodded, "Now Michelle will learn what it is like."

"You just changed Mike into a chick?" Nikki gasped," Wait a minute, what do you mean by he will learn? What did you do to him?"

"Well, let me just say, I didn't leave him as mentally intact as you."

Nikki was puzzled, "Mentally intact? What do you mean?"

Sarah smiled, with a hint of mischief shining in her eyes, "Well, you can resist the bodily urges, the desire to be with a man. These are urges I give to all I punish, and in your case I gave them to you, but also left you enough willpower to fight it. Michelle, on the other hand, will not be able to fight the urges, and also will outwardly have no idea she was not always who she currently appears to be. Inside he knows everything, and when he finally does turn back, he will know everything he did. Basically, he is a passenger in his body, and is driven purely by the bodies desires. He will change back in one weeks time."

Nikki was horrified, "You can't do that to him. Even if he was an asshole, and I wish him dead, I would never wish this, " She gestures at her body, "on anyone. Please change him back."

Sarah tried to reassure Nikki, 'Like I said, it is not permanent, he will learn his lesson, and learn how to treat women, and then he will turn back. Think of it as a nice learning experience for him. Besides, now you get that revenge you wanted."

Nikki sighed heavily. She knew that Sarah would never change her mind, and so she had to accept that her roommate was now just like her. Nikki hoped that nothing bad would come of this, although she knew something would. When she was involved, something always went wrong.

Sarah continued, "Either way, I protect my girls, even if I am punishing them."

"Protect your girls?" Nikki was puzzled, "How do you protect your girls? You sure as hell didn't protect me from Mike last night."

Sarah said, "If someone does something wrong to one of my girls, that person will be punished. Some of my girls may have been made as part of a punishment, but I still don't want any of them hurt. However, should I ever find out one of my girls lied to me, or tried to trick me to get an enemy punished, the temporary spell will become permanent. I do not like being lied to. "

Nikki shivered. The thought of being stuck like this forever was not one she wanted to dwell on for very long. She looked over at her unlikely protector, and gave a weak smile. She hoped that she would be able to stay on Ms. Dallas' good side, because it was obvious that she wanted nothing to do with her bad side.

Sarah returned the smile, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my run."

Sarah waved one last time, and ran off, leaving Nikki alone once more. She sat down on a park bench, contemplating this latest turn of events. It seemed the problem of rooming with a guy had been solved, but now she had a new roommate. Life was definitely a lot more interesting with Sarah in it. She sat there for several minutes, wondering just what she should do.

When she finally got up, she was no longer in the mood for jogging, and instead, decided to walk back to her dorm. The gentle curves of the hills and the shade of the trees did a lot to calm her spirit. By the time she reached her dorm, she was calm and collected. With a large sigh, Nikki grabbed the doorknob, turned and pushed it inward, not sure if she was ready to face her new female roommate.

Inside the dorm had once again undergone an almost complete metamorphosis. Where once a certain maleness had permeated the room, now everything practically radiated femininity. Gone were the piles of pizza boxes, and various other piles of trash. Gone was the beloved black leather couch, replaced with a floral pattern loveseat. Now, a full-length mirror hung on the back of the bathroom door, and small plants were placed on end tables, and small rugs were placed around the bathroom.

As Nikki was taking all this in, something else caught her eye. The door to Mike's room, had a small plaque, with the name Michelle written on it in big golden letters. Nikki's own door had a similar plaque with the name Nikki on it. As she stared at these odd new additions, the door to Michelle's room slowly opened. The sight that met Nikki's eyes, was more astonishing then she could have imagined.

What emerged from the door was nothing at all like the Mike she had known. This was a vision of pure sexuality. A mess of blond curls cascaded down past a face that could only be described as perfect, full lips, large blue eyes, and skin that was only slightly bronzed by the sun. Even though she had just woken up, Michelle still carried herself with more grace than a runway model. Her figure was perfect, her large firm breasts pushing out the fabric of the pale green shirt which was her only garment. Her legs were smooth, with just the right amount of fat to give them a very pleasant shape. When her blue eyes caught sight of Nikki, they immediately sprung to life, and Michelle ran over and hugged her.

"Hey!" Michelle shouted, her happiness at seeing her roommate very apparent, "Where did you go?"

At this close range, Nikki noticed something else, Michelle was really short. As Mike, she had towered over Nikki, who at 5'4 was not the tallest person to walk the earth. Now Nikki towered over Michelle. However, Michelle had much larger breasts, and to Nikki's very male mind, this was a very nice thing Especially the feeling of these much larger breasts pressed hard against her own sizable pair.

"Hi, Michelle." Nikki managed to squeak out. "I was out for my morning jog, can't you tell by what I'm wearing?"

Michelle pouted, "Why didn't you invite me along? I could use a nice run, not to mention all the attention I would get dressed in my sports bra." Michelle lets out a low moan at the thought of all the attention.

"Sorry Michelle," Nikki said quickly, "I didn't want to wake you up."

Michelle was apparently appeased, "So, what do you want to do tonight? I'm sure you've got something great planned for us, you always do."

Nikki was worried. She had no plans for tonight, and was very afraid of any plans Michelle may come up with. "Actually, Michelle, I was thinking I would just stay in tonight, and read a good book."

"That's no fun," Michelle's lip once again stuck out in a pout. "You need to get out more. You have been such a loner lately. Let your hair down, and let's go have some fun!"

"You know," Nikki began, "I've been bogged down with homework, not to mention I need to work on my final project for Ms. Dallas' class. I don't have time to go out right now."

Michelle would not be dissuaded, "Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud. Put on your black mini, and we'll go clubbing tonight!"

The look of joy in Michelle's eyes was infectious, and soon Nikki found herself agreeing to this proposal. Her agreement, only brought more joy to Michelle's eyes, and widened her smile. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, Michelle sizing up her roommate, without Nikki noticing. The hours passed quickly, and soon it was time to get ready for their evenings excursion. Michelle got up first and ran to her room, to get changed. Nikki was a bit slower and walked to her room, wondering what kind of night she had ahead of her.

When they both emerged from their rooms half an hour later, they both stared in open lust at the other. Michelle had emerged, dressed in a fiery red Mini-dress, complete with red thigh high boots, with a three inch heel. The dress was extremely formfitting, and the low neck exposed a vast canyon of cleavage. Nikki had emerged similarly attired, in a black Mini-dress, with knee high boots, and only a one inch heel. The neckline was not as low, but still exposed a nice amount of her cleavage.

Michelle smiled, "Are you read to have some fun, Nikki? People are going to be drooling all over themselves at the sight of the two of us."

Nikki was less enthusiastic, "I guess so. So where are we going?"

Michelle urged further "Come on, you'll enjoy this, you owe yourself a night out occasionally. and tonight, it is my treat."

Nikki gave up her protests, and followed Michelle out to the car. The drive was a short one, and soon, they stood outside a large warehouse like building, with loud music pouring out from the door. The heavy dance music in the air, started to get Nikki into a better mood, and when she got inside, her mood got even better. The sight of nearly wall to wall sweaty bodies, gyrating and moving about with almost no sense of self-consciousness, put Nikki's worries at ease. A fun night was definitely ahead.

Michelle leaned close, and still shouted to be heard, "Isn't this nice, Nikki?"

Nikki smiled, "Yeah. Thanks for talking me into this."

Michelle and Nikki walked over to the bar, and each got a drink to start the evening off. Staring out at all the motion, was making them both very restless, and soon they both got up and moved towards the already packed dance floor.

Michelle dances up close to Nikki, gyrating about, and rubbing her body up against Nikki. The close proximity and provocative motions did much to excite Nikki. Soon, she joined in, gyrating and rubbing like an animalistic mating ritual. The two dance, closer, paying no attention to the circle of people that began too watch them.

Michelle moaned, "Oh. that's the spirit Move it, Babe."

Michelle began rubbing her hands around Nikki's body. Her hands occasionally groping at Nikki's butt, and more often then not, coming to rest very close to her breasts. Nikki begins to moan, pleasure, and arousal flooding her mind. The desire to kiss this vision of perfection before her, became more and more urgent.

Michelle continued to moan, "You are the sexiest girl I have ever seen. In my entire life, I don't think I've ever been this turned on."

Nikki was shocked, she had automatically assumed Ms. Dallas would turn Michelle into a heterosexual female. She never would have dreamed that she would have turned her into a lesbian.

"Really?" Nikki grinned, "You don't look that bad yourself."

Michelle pulled Nikki down a little, and planted a big kiss on her lips. There she stayed for several minutes, as her tongue explored the vast cavern of Nikki's mouth. Nikki just stood there, lost in a sea of pleasure. The upcoming week was beginning to look very exciting. About that time, Nikki noticed that a circle had formed around them, everyone watching the spectacle that Nikki and Michelle had created.

When Michelle finally came up for air, she had a huge grin on her face. "That was good, I think I could enjoy spending some time with you." Michelle leaned in and kissed Nikki again. "And you taste pretty good, too"

The music had stopped, and the crowd around them could be heard murmuring. The occasional cat call and whistle punctuated the mangled speech of the masses. Nikki and Michelle, however were beyond caring.

Nikki leaned forward, and whispered into Michelle's ear, "If you think that tastes good, wait until you see how the rest of me tastes."

Michelle giggled, "Mmm I'd like that. You drive though."

They hurry from the club, accompanied by a collective sound of disappointment. The drive home was frenzied, and full of much groping, and kissing. The two were working themselves up, in preparation for what was to come. As soon as they entered the door, clothes began to fly off, going in every direction as they rushed to fulfill their carnal desires. Michelle began furiously kissing, Nikki, as she was thrown to the loveseat. In their haste, they knock the lamp over, shattering the bulb, and plunging the room into pitch blackness.

-----Part Three: Mages' Council-----

Sarah Dallas sat in her office, proud of her latest accomplishment. Mike and Ralph would be much more productive in their new lives. She reclined in her office chair, taking a break between her 9:15 class, and her 12:30, when she heard a knock on the door. The knock startled her, she was expecting no one until much later. Whoever was at her door was totally uninvited. The knocking continued, as Sarah moved slowly to the door.

She stood at the door, unsure of whether or not to open it. When she finally made the decision, she pulled open the door to reveal two men, who proceeded to enter the office, pushing her aside and closing and locking the door behind them. The taller of the two men, a somewhat thin man, with a mess of blond hair on top of his head, stared at Sarah with piercing blue eyes. He reached out and pointed towards Sarah's desk.

Sarah got the message, and sat down. Her eyes moved slowly from the tall man, to the shorter one. The shorter one was also slightly chunkier, but he groomed his long brown hair much better than the tall man.

"Sarah Dallas," the taller man said.

Sarah stared at him quizzically and asked, "Do I know you?"

The shorter man butted in, "You do not know us, but we know of you, and your, shall we say, exploits. I must say that our employers are not very happy with what you have done."

Sarah smirked, "Ok, I'll bite. Who do you work for? And do you guys happen to have names? I do hate to have to call people 'Hey you'."

The shorter man spoke up again, "We work for the Mages' Council. They have sent us here to give you a warning. You may recall that they were reluctant to allow you to join the council, especially considering the fact you are not a natural born mage."

Sarah nodded and chuckled, "I recall that. It was actually fairly funny, even more so after I turned..."

The tall man interrupted, "That is unimportant. The council wishes to remind you that even though you may be one of the most powerful mages we have ever found, they are still uncomfortable with the way you came to obtain your powers, and as such are more than willing to neutralize you."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, having decided that this was not a good time to try and plead her case.

The taller man continued, "Cease your use of transmogrification spells on the Mundanes, or the council will be forced to take action."

"You've been warned, Jack." the shorter man piped in, as they headed for the door.

"Good day."

With that the two were gone, leaving Sarah alone in her office once more. She sat there and thought about the encounter with the two Mages' Council enforcers. However one thing stood out to her amongst all *that they had said..

"Jack," she mumbled to herself, a faraway look in her eyes. " Now there is a name I haven't heard in a while."

She didn't dwell too long on this unusual turn of events, and headed off to her 12:30 class without pause. She reached her class, and went through the lesson she had planned, all the while thinking about the events in her office.

After class, she walked slowly back to her office. Her mind continued to wander, and the first seed of worry began to exert itself. The Mages' Council held a lot of power. If they did decide to neutralize her, then they would, and it would not be pretty.

The walk went quickly, and she was about to enter her office when she heard something behind her.

"Ms. Dallas, we need to talk."

The male voice sounded familiar, and when she turned around she immediately recognized Mike, roommate of one of her most recent girls. He had a good height advantage on her, as he stood about six foot two. His head was topped off with a sandy blond mop. He stood there, with a look that was a mixture of anger and sadness in his hazel eyes. There was a hint of something else, but Sarah could not quite place her finger on it.

"Ok. Please, step into my office," Sarah said, as she opened her door and motioned for Mike to enter.

He sat down in a chair by her desk and waited for her. He turned and watched as she locked the door and slowly made her way over to her desk. His nervousness grew with each step she took. As she lowered herself into her chair, he opened his mouth to begin, and quickly shut it again.

"Mike, you seem troubled. What is the matter?" Sarah asked, trying to discern the reason for this surprise visit.

Mike slowly began, "Ms. Dallas, a little over a week ago, you turned me into a woman, correct?"

Sarah chuckled lightly, "Yes, I did."

"Why did you do that?" Mike asked, tears nearly coming to his eyes.

"Because, Nikki said you had raped her." Sarah said.

Mike's eyes widened, "I never..."

Sarah nodded, "I know."

If it was at all possible, Mike's eyes grew even wider, "You know? Then why?"

Sarah sighed, "Nikki was having trouble adjusting to having a male roommate, and a female body. So, I gave her some assistance. When she came to me, claiming to have been raped, I was dead set on punishing you, and when I checked her mind, and yours, I learned the truth. I admire your restraint Mike, most men would have jumped right away at the chance to have their way with a girl like Nikki. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. That was not my intention, I just needed her to adjust better."

Mike looked at Sarah, a confused look on his face. "Adjust? Why would she have to do that? The two of us have been living together for years, she's never had a problem with it before."

Sarah shook her head slowly, "I forgot about that small mental adjustment I make to compensate for all my new girls. Let me remove that little bit of mental tinkering."

With a snap of her fingers, Sarah releases Mike from the spell he had been under. Suddenly he remembered Ralph, and all the time they had spent together. He remembered that Nikki was indeed Ralph.

"Oh dear god." Mike muttered.

Sarah looked at him with sympathy, "I'm sorry, I know that finding out your roommate used to be a male can be somewhat disconcerting."

Mike shook his head, "No, that's not it at all."

"What is the problem then?" Sarah raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Well, if what all you've said is true, that means I had sex with Ralph!" Mike practically shouted that last part.

Sarah chuckled at his reaction, "So this is the worst ramification you can think of? Maybe I overestimated you."

Mike smiled, "No, Ms. Dallas, I just like breaking in a little joke, before I make a total ass of myself."

"A total ass?" Sarah said, mildly confused.

"Well, I want to get down to the reason I am here, "Mike said, a look of seriousness etched into his features.

"And why are you here?"

"I have a small request." Mike admitted, his eyes downcast. "And I must say, that I am more than a little embarrassed to be asking you for this."

"A request? I don't get those very often, I must admit. I am intrigued." As Sarah sat forward in her chair, a look of anticipation lit her face, "Please, continue."

Mike's eyes remained fixated on a spot about an inch away from the toes of his right shoe, "Can you make me Michelle again?"

Sarah couldn't help but smile at this. "Why do you want to become Michelle again, this is not your punishment, why should you have to suffer?"

Mike got an odd look in his eyes then, a sort of detachment, "That time I spent with Nikki was wonderful. It was more pleasure then I have ever known, and....."

Sarah nodded her head. "And now you wish to get another chance."

Mike nodded, but said no more, his face colored by a deep crimson blush. He was embarrassed to admit that he had enjoyed his time as Michelle, even more embarrassed to be here asking to become Michelle once more. When Sarah did not answer right away, the spot in front of his shoe seemed to lose its appeal, and he raised his gaze to look at Sarah. What he saw did not please him. The look of remorse on her face was horrible. She looked almost on the verge of tears.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" Mike asked, "You do this kind of thing, right? And now you don't have to worry about it being against my will. I am asking, practically begging to be changed."

Sarah sighed, "Mike, I am sorry, but I can't grant you this. I may never be able to do it again."

Mike stared at her blankly, not comprehending what she was trying to tell him. She had this power, now she was denying him this one request.

"Why?" Mike demanded. "Why can't you make me Michelle again, why did you make me remember that, if I was never going to be able to feel that way again? Do you know what it is like to be a man, and want to be a woman? Do you have any idea what the hell you have done to me? How can you be so Goddamned heartless?"

The tears flowed freely down Mike's cheeks, and his words stabbed deep into Sarah's heart. The verbal daggers he threw at her, stirred deep set memories. Past events resurfaced in her mind, her own sordid past flashed before her.

"Mike, calm down. I need to tell you something. Maybe then you will understand."

Sarah sighed, as she began to tell her tale to Mike.

-----Elsewhere on Campus-----

Nikki walked down the covered walkway between the Curie Science Building and Franklin Hall, home of the Humanities department, towards the office of Sarah Dallas. Over the last eleven days, she had grown accustomed to the appreciative gazes of the males on campus. In fact she took pride knowing that her looks drove men wild like that. It was empowering in a way, and occasionally, she could even be caught flirting back. She even grew to enjoy the angry stares of girls, walking with their significant others. She knew that she looked good, and the lustful stares, and angry glares only reinforced this belief. However, the whole reason for her walk, was to see Sarah, and to ask her if she could make Mike into Michelle again.

Nikki knew it was selfish, but she just loved how much fun she had had with Michelle. She recalled with great pleasure that first night together, and the weekend. So much fun, so much pleasure, and it was all gone, now that Mike had taken Michelle's place. Even though they had been best of friends since the day they met, when Michelle was there, that friendship was something infinitely more powerful. So even if it meant sacrificing Mike, Nikki was prepared to do whatever it took to bring back her lover.

The walk to Sarah's office was a short one, but it felt like eternity to Nikki. The thoughts that filled her head lent a sort of dreariness to the atmosphere. She entered Franklin Hall, and climbed the stairs slowly to the third floor. She paused outside the door, remembering how the trip through this very door had changed her life so completely. The pause was brief, and with renewed determination, she began to knock on the door.

With only a little delay, the door was opened, and Sarah stared with mild surprise at the newest visitor. "Hello Nikki. I'm surprised you came here, too."

"Too? You mean you have another visitor? Should I come back later?" Nikki stumbled over the words.

"No," Sarah said, with a slight shake of her head. "I imagine you are both here for the same thing, so you might as well come in as well."

Sarah stepped aside, to allow Nikki entry into the room. She was unprepared to see Mike sitting in the chair in front of Sarah's desk. By the crimson glow in his cheeks, she could fairly well establish what he was asking for, before Nikki made her entrance.

"Nikki, would you please take a seat, and I will begin my story once more." Sarah gestured to the other open seat in front of her desk.

Nikki, quickly walked over, and took a seat next to Mike. The close proximity seemed to make the blush on Mike's face get even darker. Mike quickly looked away, as if he had found something incredibly interesting on the wall. Sarah moved over, and took her seat on the other side of the desk. She smiled weakly over at Nikki, and then turned her gaze to Mike, before returning once again to Nikki.

"So Nikki, tell me why you are here." Sarah said, a hint of remorse hanging in her voice, as she stared intently at Nikki.

Nikki looked over at Mike, then back at Sarah, "Maybe this isn't a good time. I can come back later, after you and Mike have had your talk."

Mike looked at Nikki, the blush finally coming under control, "Ralph, it's OK. I think you are here for the same reason I am. If this is true, then you are going to be very disappointed."

Nikki did a double take, "What did you call me?"

Sarah stopped the conversation quickly, "Nikki, it is Ok. I let him know who you really are."

Nikki stared at Sarah in disbelief, "Oh." She turned to Mike, the blush on her own face rivaling the one that had been on Mike's, "I am sorry."

Sarah Spoke again, "Unless I miss my guess, you are here to try and get Michelle back."

Nikki was shocked, and looked quickly at Mike, "Is that why you came here? You wanted Michelle back as well?"

Now it was Mike's turn to blush uncontrollably, "Actually, yes. I wanted to be with you Nikki."

Sarah butted in again, "Unfortunately I can't honor that request."

Nikki stared at Sarah, "Why not? "

"Well, as I already told Mike, I have received a little visit from the Mages' Council, and it seems that they are not at all pleased with some of my transformations. In fact, they have told me in no uncertain terms, that if I do not cease my transformations, they will make sure that I am unable to use them." Sarah sighed as she finished that statement, knowing all too well the implications that this held for Nikki.

"You mean, there are more of you out there," Nikki stated with a high level of amazement, "More of you with these powers? Enough at least that it requires an entire council?"

Sarah nodded her head slowly, the sadness still lingering in her eyes.

"Wait a minute," The weight of what Sarah was saying began to dawn on her, "If you can't transform people, how am I going to turn back to Ralph? I mean as much fun as I have had in this body, I don't want to remain this way forever."

Sarah looked at Nikki her sadness deepening, "The council was very specific, I can use no transformation spells on Mundanes. To do so could cost me my powers, if not my life itself."

Nikki arched her eyebrow, "Mundanes?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded her head, "That is what the Council calls normal humans."

"Well that makes it easy. All I have to do is get powers, and I can change back then, right?" Nikki was getting nervous.

"NO!" Sarah shouted, then calmed down, "No. You don't want that at all, trust me."

Shocked by Sarah's outburst, Nikki scoots her chair back, "Why? Why can't I gain powers?"

"Because I only know of one ritual that can give a mundane power," Sarah sighed again, "and the price that it demands, is extreme to say the least."

Nikki's confusion increased, "Price? You mean there is a price for magic?"

Sarah nodded her head slowly, "I should know, I am paying the price to this day."

"What price?" Mike asked, breaking his recent silence.

"Let me tell you," Sarah began, "It all started in my Freshman year of college, 10 years ago, when I was still 18, and my name was still Jack."

-----Part Four: Flashbacks and Revelations-----

It all began in college. Having gone home for the weekend, Jack Dallas was overjoyed to see his parents again. They too were glad to see their son, even if it was only for two days. They hugged, and generally had a good time. It was in the middle of January, and the snow was coming down thick, coating everything in a peaceful white blanket.

Jack was a tall man, just a hair under six foot five, and he carried himself with pride. He wore his black hair in a neat, close cropped style, which required minimal attention. While he was slightly overweight, he was not grossly obese, and knew it. His blue eyes almost always shone with the hint of mischief, or mischief to come.

Mr. Dallas looked at his son, "Son, you do know what tomorrow is, I hope."

"Dad, how can I forget, I've been having my birthday on the 17^th for as long as I can remember." Jack laughed.

Mrs. Dallas smiled from her spot over by the fire, where she sat crocheting, as it was her favorite hobby. She was glad to have the family together. This was all the family she had left. She and her husband were both only children, and so was her son. All of Jack's grandparents had died at an early age, leaving her and her husband alone with no family save for their little group. When an ovarian cyst cost her the ability to conceive, she resigned herself to the fate of having just one child. Seeing the entire family together like this was one of the greatest joys in her life now.

"I hope you are ready for dinner tomorrow," Mrs. Dallas smiled," We are going to your favorite restaurant."

"Alright, McDonald's. This will be the best birthday ever!" Jack joked.

"No silly," Jack's mother laughed, "I mean the Taj Mahal, of course."

Jack smiled, "Oh. You meant THAT favorite restaurant."

Mr. Dallas grinned broadly, "Unfortunately, even though you will be eating well tomorrow, you still have to put up with your mother's pot roast tonight. "He bowed his head in mock sympathy, "I am sorry."

A ball of yarn flew across the room, smacking Mr. Dallas square in the face, and sending streamers of yellow bouncing around the room.

"Take that back. My pot roast is great." Mrs. Dallas said in mock anger, readying another yarn projectile.

Raising his hands in surrender, Mr. Dallas acquiesced, "I give, I give. Your pot roast is fit for God himself."

Jack laughed, and joined in, "You sure? I always figured God to be more of a fried chicken man, myself. You really think he would enjoy Mom's Pot roast?"

"Ok. Well, maybe fit for God, on a day he ISN'T having chicken." Mr. Dallas said, nudging Jack in the ribs.

"You two are despicable." Mrs. Dallas growled, as she launched a flurry of yarn at the twosome, coating the room in a rainbow of unraveled yarn.

The scene broke down into fits of laughter, as they all began to rewind the unraveled yarn, placing the finished balls into Mrs. Dallas' basket as they did. After a day of catching up, they ate dinner, and then lounged about in the living room, with full bellies, and happy faces.

"Mom," Jack said, a content look on his face.

"What is it Jack, dear?" Mrs. Dallas asked.

Jack smiled, as he turned to look at her. "I was wrong, your pot roast is good enough for God himself."

Mrs. Dallas beamed with pride, and blushed slightly, "Thank you Jack."

Mr. Dallas, however, was not ready to give up completely, "Well at least on days that he isn't visiting his mother's."

More fits of laughter broke out, and Jack smiled broadly.

"Damn I missed you guys."

That night, Jack slept better than he had slept in a long time. Dorm life, while it had its advantages, was not a very comfortable one. The beds that the Housing Committee had provided were so hard and lumpy that sleeping in them left you with serious back pain. Not to mention the horrible food they served. Jack swore that the Swedish meatballs were in fact just high bounce balls covered in gravy. However, all that was meaningless now. He was home, in his own bed, sleeping peacefully. And shortly, he would be able to shed the mantle of 18 year old, and don the mantle of the slightly more respectable 19 year old. Life was good.

Waking up the next morning was another story. After sleeping so well, after such a long time without sleep, Jack was nearly impossible to rouse from his slumber. He clung tenaciously to the last specters of his dreams, even as his mother pounded on the door. After several minutes of fighting awareness, it finally flooded in, and he was forced to shed the peace of sleep.

Mrs. Dallas shouted through the door, "Happy Birthday Mr. Sleepy-Head. Now come downstairs; breakfast is almost ready"

The smell of cooking bacon did what minutes of pounding had been unable to do. He bolted upright in bed, and sniffed the air. The speed at which he got dressed and ready astonished his mother, and brought a smile to her face. As he ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, the smell of bacon driving him onward. At the bottom of the stairs, he changed direction, and headed for the kitchen, where his father was frying up the bacon to go with breakfast.

"Happy birthday Kiddo. Hope college food hasn't totally killed your taste for food." His father smiled. "You do still like bacon and eggs, right?"

With a look of long-suffering patience Jack looked at his father and shook his head, "Dad, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm a vegetarian. Are you trying to kill me?"

Mr. Dallas turned to his son, "Well, I guess we'll just have to give your portion to the dog."

"No Dad," Jack relented, "I suppose I will eat it, if for no other reason then to make sure the dog gets dog food, like she is supposed to."

Breakfast went well, with more catching up, and more family time. Jack began to realize just how much he missed his family while he was away at college. Now once again immersed in this friendly environment, and feeling the love that only a parent can give, he felt at peace. The smile on his face felt as if it would never again fade. Life indeed felt good.

As they sat in the living room, watching fat snowflakes cascade past the window. They chatted, trading stories of the last couple months. Jack told them of the part time job he had, that had prevented him from being home for the winter break. Mr. Dallas told about how things at the bank had been going, eager to point out that things were going well. Mrs. Dallas sat and listened, idly crocheting, as she listens to them talk. Occasionally she would toss in her two cents, but for the most part, this was a good father-son bonding moment, and she didn't want to ruin it.

The day passed quickly, and when it came time, they all piled into the Dallas family minivan. Jack asked to drive his car, but his father insisted that a single car would save on gas. Jack reluctantly agreed, and climbed into the backseat of the minivan. As they were buckling up, his dad put a Cat Stevens tape into the tape player, and listened as the first strains of "Cats in the Cradle" began to play. Jack sat back, and decided to enjoy the 20 minute trip to the Taj Mahal, his favorite restaurant, and home of the finest Indian cuisine in the city. He enjoyed the music, and stared out at the snow, which was now falling faster.

"Dad, this snow is getting pretty bad." Jack said worriedly, "Maybe we should wait until it lets up, and then go to eat."

"Nonsense Jack," Mr. Dallas said, as he put the car into gear, "If we wait, they will be closed by the time we get there."

"Your father is right, honey." His mother agreed, turning in her seat so that she could look at Jack, "Besides, this is your birthday dinner, and you aren't getting out of it that easy."

The van backed up, and made its way down the street, with Jack still watching the falling flakes. Road conditions seemed ok, apparently the salt trucks had already hit most of the roads. However, there was very little traffic, most people had enough sense to stay indoors in weather like this. Mr. Dallas paused briefly at the entrance ramp to I-275, apparently questioning the prudence of taking the highway. In the end, speed won out over prudence, and he turned the car onto the highway, and headed east.

After a few miles along the highway, during Cat Stevens' wonderful song "Wild World", the car suddenly lurched to the left, and swerved quickly to the right. Suddenly all sense of equilibrium was lost, as the car spun around and around, bashing into the guardrail, and turning back into traffic. The spin was out of control, and spun them right into the path of an oncoming Semi, which reversed their direction, and sent them tumbling off the side of the road. The screams were cut short, as the front of the car slammed into the rocky bottom of the ditch, and Jack's world went dark.

Several hours later, in a hospital bed, Jack regained consciousness. He stared blankly at the IV drip going to his arm, and the various machinery surrounding his bed. His attempts to sit up were cut short by a pounding feeling in his head, and a sudden wave of nausea. He put his head back on the pillow, waiting for the nausea to pass, and stared blankly at the ceiling. He heard the door open, and close, and waited to find out who it was.

A doctor with a somber face stared down at him, "I see you are awake. How do you feel?"

Jack looked at the doctor, "My head hurts, what happened?"

"Well, Jack," The doctor began, "You've had an accident. The minivan you were in apparently hit a patch of black ice, and started a tail spin. When you fell off the side of the road, you received a fairly nasty concussion. You are lucky to be alive, son."

"Lucky to be..." Jack's mind worked feverishly over these words, "My parents, what about my parents?"

The somber look on the doctor's face grew darker," Jack, I am afraid they didn't make it."

"NO! You're lying. My parents can't be dead!" Jack screamed at the doctor.

"I'm sorry. A truck hit the side of the car, smashing in the driver's side, your father was dead on impact. Your mother got hit by a jagged rock at the bottom. She never woke up."

Fits of weeping overtook Jack. The news of his parents death devastated him. However, the condition of his body, and the pain killers soon won out over emotion, and he was welcomed back into the waiting arms of oblivion.

The funeral was small, with no family. The only people in attendance were some of Jack's friends, and a handful of family friends and co-workers. Jack insisted on giving a eulogy, but had to be helped down from the pulpit, when he burst into a fresh wave of tears. The burial took place with little ceremony, and they were placed in side by side plots in the Gate of Heaven cemetery, only a few yards away from where his grandparents had been buried.

The remainder of the school year played out in shades of black and gray. Jack had lost the enthusiasm that had once marked all his endeavors. His friends tried to cheer him up, but to no avail. His depression was too complete, and he resisted all closeness.

That summer, he stayed in the empty house of his parents, which had been willed to him, along with everything else. Not to mention a nice million dollar life insurance policy on both parents. However, none of that mattered. The profound emptiness he felt slowly changed to anger, and the anger only fueled his feelings of impotence. He began to blame himself for the accident. If only he had been able to stop them, if only he had had enough power to prevent them from driving that night.

He began to search through occult bookstores, looking for ways to gain power, and a way to prevent the ice from ever taking away anyone else he loved. He found what he sought in a small bookstore downtown. A weathered, old, leather-bound book, with a ritual of power contained in its pages. Jack quickly forked over the cash, and brought the book home.

The ritual seemed deceptively simple, all it required was the recitation of a simple phrase, and the blood of one with a pure heart. The last part at first repulsed Jack. The thought of taking a life turned his stomach, and he nearly threw the book out.

The book remained on his shelf for a long time, almost totally forgotten, as he got on with his life. He returned to school, and slowly colors returned to his life, even if the hollowness left behind by his parents never fully healed. Time went on and Jack got closer and closer to his Bachelors degree.

Also, as time moved on, Jack opened up to people, and even was able to have several dates with Becky Andrews, a girl he had had a crush on since he first met her back in Freshman orientation. They hit it off well, in the first couple weeks, and soon, they were considered an item. Life finally seemed to be getting back on track for him.

Becky was a fairly pretty girl, she stood about five foot four. She had full wavy auburn hair, that came to her shoulders. Her brown eyes stood out in sharp contrast to her oddly pale skin. Her figure was of modest proportions. She would never land herself a cover shoot for Playboy, but she would have made an excellent catalogue model.

In the middle of their senior year, he proposed to her during dinner at a small restaurant off campus. She accepted, and for the first time in three years, he did not feel that gnawing hollowness in his heart. Life finally seemed to have returned to a nice happy medium, and Jack once more knew the joys of happiness.

Graduation came and went, and Jack walked away with two BA's, one in Psychology and one in Sociology. Becky walked away with one BA in English. They celebrated and got prepared for the wedding that had been set up for a mere three months after graduation. Jack used his inheritance to pay for the wedding, and a nice week long honeymoon in Berlin.

The wedding went well, and was attended by friends of both Becky and Jack, as well as Becky's family. Jack broke down in tears, when he looked out, and was reminded of the absence of his parents. They left shortly after the reception, and went on their honeymoon. They enjoyed the trip, and relished the chance to spend some time together.

The snow assaulted the windows of their hotel room on the third day of their honeymoon, and Jack was prepared to just stay inside. Unfortunately, Becky wanted to shop.

"Get up honey, lets do some shopping so we can have some souvenirs." Becky said, as she pulled the covers off her husband.

A still groggy Jack looked up at her through sleep fogged eyes, "No dear, can't we do that tomorrow? Just stay in today?"

"But Jack dear, we only have a few days left before we have to go back, and then we will regret never getting souvenirs to remember this trip by." Becky pleaded.

"Please honey," She saw a hint of fear begin to creep into Jack's eyes, "Please not in the snow. I can't... I...."

Becky walked to his side, as he broke down in tears, "Honey, we can just walk to the shop next door, we won't be out for very long."

Jack's eyes were red as he stared at her, "I can't Becky, not anymore."

She understood completely, but she wanted him to get over his fear of the snow, "Well, how about this, you come with me, and go to the shop next door, and when we get back, I give you anything you want"

He grinned slightly, even though the terror could still be seen in his face, "Anything?"

Her grin carried a hint of the promise of things to come, "Anything your heart desires."

He slowly got dressed, unsure of the prospect of going out in this weather. He remembered clearly how he lost his parents three years ago in weather like this, and now the fear of losing his wife filled him with dread. However, he understood, just as Becky did, that he needed to shake this fear. So when they took their first steps outside, Jack did it with shaky legs, supported by his wife.

As promised, the walk was short, and Jack was glad to be inside, as opposed to being outside in the snow. They looked around the shop, choosing a few small mementos, and taking them to the clerk. Jack carried the bag, as they made their return trip to the hotel, the snow no longer seeming quite as bad. Jack walked with surer strides, and used his free hand to hold onto his wife's hand.

The moment seemed perfect, and they looked at each other smiling. Jack's smile was cut short, as he saw Becky suddenly disappear, and felt her hand ripped from his own. He looked back, dropping the bag. He saw a small Volkswagen stopped only a few feet behind him, and Becky lying a few yards beyond that.

The world went into slow motion, as he ran to Becky's side. "Becky, are you Ok?"

She smiled weakly, her mouth bloody, and her eyes unfocused, "I'm fine Jack. Just a little sleepy..."

His tears renewed their flow, as he stared down at his wife, "No Becky, don't go to sleep. Stay awake for me honey."

"I can't see you Jack, where are you?" Becky's eyes were unfocused, and everything around her had the blurry quality of a dream, somehow she was unable to focus on anything.

"I'm right here honey, now please, stay awake. Please don't sleep." Fat tears fell, splashing on Becky's face, and freezing as they rolled off her and hit the ground.

"I'll be fine, honey. I just need a quick nap." Her eyes slowly began to close.

"You said you'd give me anything my heart desires. Right Becky?" Jack frantically cried, "Well what I want is for you not to leave me. Don't die on me Becky. I can't lose you too. Please, don't die."

He received no answer, as her head fell to the side. Jack held her close, ignoring all the onlookers who came over to offer him help. He listened without feeling, as the ambulance approached and brought them both to the hospital. The doctors took Becky to the back, and tried their best to save her. After four hours of intense surgery, a solemn-faced doctor came out and told Jack that his wife was dead.

With his honeymoon over, he returned home, crying until there were no more tears left in him. He had asked the doctors to ship the body back to the same funeral home that his parents had used three years prior. The funeral was at the same church, and was packed even fuller than his parents' funeral. Once again, he was called on to deliver a eulogy, and once again he was unable to hold back the tears. Jack remained at the gravesite, which he had bought in a plot very close to the rest of his family, for hours. He stared at the hole, and cried. He looked around, surrounded by the bodies of his family. All of them taken by the winter, and the cold. He vowed revenge right there, he vowed to fight the cold, and defeat it, for his family, for Becky.

He returned home, and stared at the dusty book, that had sat patiently on the shelf for these last three years. Grief and rage in equal parts boiled inside him, as he read the spell once more. All he needed was the blood of a single innocent, and he would have the power to fight the cold. He searched long and hard for an innocent, but most people he found that wouldn't be missed, were either drunks or hookers, neither group innocent.

He almost gave up, when he saw a child in a back alley. The child wore ragged, dirty clothing, and searched through a dumpster in pursuit of food. He smiled, knowing full well, that he had found an innocent.

He approached the child, "Are you hungry?"

The child backed away slightly and turned her face towards the voice. She didn't speak, only nodded her head. She stared at him, green eyes shone at him from underneath a tangled and dirty mop of red hair. Her eyes held no hint of joy, and seemed to be all but devoid of hope. All that could be discerned in her features was a sense of desolation, and an obvious gnawing hunger.

"Come with me little girl, and I'll get you some food." He gestured for her to follow him, and soon her stomach won out over common sense, and she followed him.

He took her home, and gave her a last meal, which she ate with inhuman enthusiasm. The smile on her face, brought on by the first full belly she had had in years, was cut short however, as she screamed in pain. The hilt of a knife jutted awkwardly from her back, and as she tried to get up, she found that her legs no longer responded. She screamed for help, until Jack slammed her head into the table, knocking her out cold. He gathered the small body, and brought it down to his basement wrapped in sheets. Grabbing the book, he began to invoke the Rite of Rantar. He watched as the girls body glowed, her corporeal form dissipating, being replaced by an eerie ethereal light. When the entire body had disappeared, the light began to move and flow, coalescing into a human form. The woman in light seemed to be staring at Jack, but he couldn't tell, it hurt his eyes to look directly at her.

"Why have you summoned me, Mortal?" The woman asked, her voice was melodious, but with a note of anger that scared Jack.

Taking on the posture of a supplicant, Jack stared at the floor, "I called you, seeking power. I want the power to protect those I care for from the ice and cold."

"You have killed this child, in the mere pursuit of power? Truly such a despicable deed does not deserve the power you seek. However, I can sense the grief that ravages your heart." She said, "I shall grant you the power you seek, but the price I shall demand will be steep. Are you prepared to pay the price for the power?"

Jack rose from his knees, and looked at her, bearing the pain that her luminescent form caused him, "I will pay any price if it means those I love will not have to suffer again."

"Then accept your fate. You shall have all the powers you desire, however for killing Sarah Baker, you will lose your identity. Since she will never have the chance to enjoy life as a woman, you will enjoy it for her. Goodbye Jack Dallas." The woman of light flew forward and slammed into Jack, which elicited a scream of pain from Jack.

Jack stood there, wondering what was going to happen. He looked around the room, and saw no evidence of the body. He stared around, and guilt over what he had just done washed over him. He had killed an innocent child in the selfish pursuit of power. He realized with revulsion that he was indeed a horrible person. He prepared to walk away, when an odd wrenching feeling in his gut brought him up short. The wrenching feeling grew worse and worse, until finally, he passed out.

As he lay there on the cold stone floor, unconscious, his form seemed to shimmer. His previous height began to vanish, shaving inches off his height in a matter of seconds, and leaving him at a much shorter five foot four. As his body shrank, his proportions changed. His arms became thinner, his hands becoming more refined, the fingers growing thinner, and longer. His fingernails grew longer, and somehow earned themselves a coat of red nail polish. His legs lengthen, in proportion to a slightly shorter torso.

The unconscious form groaned, as the hair on top of his head slowly changed color, becoming lighter. The hair finally reached vibrant red color, as it began to grow. Waves of hair spread out around his head in a large puddle. His facial features changed, his previously large nose became much smaller, and gained a slight upturn. His cheekbones became higher. His entire facial structure became more refined, became pretty. His lips grew larger, puffier, similarly his eyes got larger, as they changed color becoming green. A small flurry of body hair surrounded him, as body hairs seemed to leap off of him, leaving behind skin that was much smoother, and softer.

His body shape started to change. He lost the slight gut he had boasted since middle school. His shoulders narrowed down, and his torso did the same. His neck elongated slightly, and his Adam's apple disappeared. His hips and butt seemed to grow, expanding, rounding out and stretching the seat of his blue jeans and boxer shorts slightly. His waist constricted, giving him the beginnings of an hourglass figure. His manhood grew to full erection, and then began to shrink. Soon, all that was left, was a small nub and a slit.

Then, his chest began to swell. Small breasts started to push out his shirt. The mounds pushed his shirt out further and further. They stopped at a size that, while full and large, did not seem huge. His T-shirt only barely strained to hold them in, nipples clearly visible through the stretched fabric. He remained there on the floor for several hours. Consciousness eluded him.

When consciousness returned, night had fallen, and a blurry eyed jack, stumbled to his feet, and climbed the stairs shakily. The fog left by the recent unconsciousness, made him mostly oblivious to the changes that had hit his body. All he knew was that he needed to get upstairs, and fast. He rushed through the house, and upon getting to the first floor bathroom, proceeded to empty his stomach.

He walked over to the mirrored medicine cabinet, and reached out his hand, intent on grabbing some mouthwash to clean out his mouth. That is when he finally noticed something was wrong. He saw the hand, on the medicine cabinet's door, and his mind rejected it as his own. Then he noticed something else. While most of his mind rejected it, a small part of him remembered the hand like that, and accepted it.

He took in the rest of his body, and noticed with a sense of detachment, that his mind was split. Half of it accepted what it saw, the other half rejected it, telling him he was a man. He looked at his clothing which no longer fit him, looked in dismay at the nearly foot long excess of room in the legs of his jeans.

"What's going on?" Jack asked the reflection he stared at in the mirror, amazed that the beautiful creature he saw was in fact him. "Well...I guess, looking in the mirror, I can no longer think of myself as male, can I?"

She knew, that she was now a woman, and that half that accepted everything as normal, grew. She assessed her situation, and realized she looked like crap.

"I really need to do something about these clothes." She said to her reflection.

No sooner had she spoken those words, then the clothes seemed to catch on fire. However she felt no heat, just saw dancing flames where her clothes used to be. The flames danced across her body, moving and flowing. Then they began to reform. Her T-shirt shrank, becoming a satin material, that moved around to lift and support her new breasts. The flames that had been her jeans reformed, splitting in half, part moving up, and becoming a red ladies T-shirt, with a small heart above the left breast. The other half reformed into a short red skirt, that brushed the middle of her thighs. She felt more than saw the changes in her boxer shorts, which now seemed to be made of the same satiny material, as her new bra.

"That was odd." The look on her face, one of shock and wonder. "Did I do that?"

Even as she asked the question she knew the answer. She had indeed done that, it was just one of the many powers that had been granted her by the Rite. She now had the powers of a Pyromancer, or Fire Mage. In addition, she had transformational abilities, she could transmute almost anything, from her clothes, all the way up to other people. She smiled, knowing that she now could combat the ice.

A knocking at the door stopped her thoughts. She made her way slowly through the house, noticing that she was beginning to walk like a woman too, with swaying hips, and a confident stride. She reached the door and opened it to see an older woman standing there.

"Hello." The older woman said, offering no introduction.

"Hi." Jack said, staring at the woman before him.

"You must be Sarah Dallas," The woman continued, still offering no introduction, "formerly Jack Dallas, am I correct?"

Jack nodded his head slowly, confused that someone knew about the change already. However he was more confused that he recognized Sarah as his real name.

"I am Ruby, of the Guild Pyra." The woman introduced herself, "On behalf of the Mages' Council, I am hereby ordered to bring you along with me."

Sarah acquiesced, and was led away by Ruby, and thus began her involvement with the Council. They admonished her for the way in which she obtained her power, telling her that the Rite of Rantar had been forbidden by the council, millennia ago. They decided, however, that based on the circumstances, and the power level they sensed in her, that prudence dictated she be allowed to join the council, if only for observation. They set up everything for her, new identification, new records, even a new job, teaching at his old college.

"Women's Studies?" Sarah asked when she saw what they had assigned her to teach, "Why Women's Studies?"

Ruby raised an eyebrow, "It was the only position they had available. Is there a problem with that?"

Sarah sighed, "No, I suppose not."

"Good. You begin there tomorrow. I hope you studied up." Ruby laughed as she walked away.

The first day of class was a mess. Sarah had no idea what to do, and fumbled through the day. The days slowly got better, and she grew more and more confident with her new position. Eventually even becoming comfortable with it. She seemed to have gained the ability to adapt to almost any situation, and it served her well.

Things went great, until one of her male students started to hit on her after class. He obnoxiously proposed several unsavory actions, however she was having none of it, and decided to take some actions. She took him to her office, and proceeded to make her very first "girl". The rest was history.

-----Part Five: Ruminations-----

"I kind of enjoyed making that first change. It had sort of a poetic feeling to it, and I finally felt like I was doing some good. I continued to change sexist men, giving them a view from the other side, and making them better men for the experience. I always change them back, unless they request otherwise, and quite a few of my girls have. There is only one other reason for a permanent change, and that is if the girl uses me wrongfully to punish another, or settle an old grudge." Sarah finished.

Nikki and Mike looked at her with twin looks of amazement, both had their jaws slightly open.

Nikki managed to speak first, "So you used to be a guy, as well?"

Sarah nodded her head, the look of sadness still plaguing her features.

"But why can't you make any more changes?" Mike asked, still hoping to find a way to be Michelle, again.

"The Mages' Council has forbidden it." Sarah looked at them forlornly, "To go against the wishes of the council would be inviting grave consequences."

Nikki thought momentarily, and then asked, "What were the exact words the Mages' Council's goons used?"

Sarah looked lost in thought, "The taller one looked at me and said 'Cease your use of transmogrification spells on the Mundanes, or the Council will be forced to take action.' Yeah, that is it."

Nikki smiled, a mischievous grin splitting her pretty face, "What about objects, like say, a pencil? Can you use spells on a pencil?"

"Nothing has been..." Sarah's face lit up, as she saw where Nikki was heading. "I most definitely could cast a spell on a pencil."

"Well, what if this hypothetical pencil, carried with it, a little transformation spell, all by itself." Nikki's grin widened

Sarah took on a look of mock bewilderment, "Well, that would just be horrible, but the council would be unable to do anything about it."

"I think you know what to do." Nikki nodded slowly.

"Mike, you wish to be Michelle again, am I correct?" Sarah asked the still mildly baffled Mike.

"Well, yes, but..." Mike stuttered.

"Too bad I can't help you at all." Sarah sighed, twirling a pencil in her hand.

The pencil slowly began to glow pink, as it twirled. The once dark gray graphite core turned pink as well, before Sarah finally placed it down on the desk. Looking first at Nikki, and then at Mike, she smiled.

"Well, Mike. You know, it would be a real shame if you found a cursed pencil on campus, wouldn't it. Especially if the changes were irreversible, wouldn't you say?" Sarah grinned.

Mike finally caught on, and stared down at the pencil that could grant his fondest wish. However he still paused, wondering if he truly wanted to become a girl forever. That would be a huge adjustment, and with Nikki turning back in just a mere nineteen days, he would be all alone. He turned to Nikki, "Nikki?"

"Yes, Mike?" Nikki looked at him, wondering what his question could be, and wondering even more, why Mike had yet to pick up the pencil.

"If I pick up the pencil, will you stay Nikki?" Mike looked at his old friend, and potential lover.

Nikki nodded, "I can't change back, remember? Ms. Dallas can't transform people anymore."

Mike smiled as he reached forward and grabbed the pencil. The smile deepened, as his body was bathed in warmth. The room around him began to grow, as inches were shaved away from his height, reaching down to a miniscule five foot tall. His sandy blond hair began to lengthen, and lighten, going from sandy blond, to a platinum blond that was almost luminescent. Mike shook his head, and laughed when he saw the blond locks whip around his head. Mixed amidst the locks of hair, were bits of facial hair, that flew away, joining the remainder of his body hair in a massive body exodus.

He felt the heat intensify in his face, as he once again gained Michelle's perfect face, full lips, big blue eyes. The smile played across those lips, and shone in those eyes, as the face became less angular, softer, more delicate. The heat spread down his body, as his neck got slimmer, and slightly longer, and his Adam's apple disappeared. His shoulders narrowed down, as did the rest of his body. His chest began to blossom, pushing out his T-shirt, straining it almost to the breaking point.

As the changes progressed downward, they constricted his waist, and widened his hips. His butt began to expand. Knowing what was to come next, Mike braced himself for what was coming. He felt his manhood begin to recede, shrinking inside of him. After only a brief moment, he realized that he was no longer the proper pronoun. Soon, her legs followed, and became the vision of perfection that she had once been.

"I'm back!" Michelle squealed, then looked down at the clothes, that no longer fit, "Ms. Dallas, you can change my clothes right?"

Sarah nodded, and waved her hands. Soon Michelle was dressed in clothes more appropriate to her new form, accentuating her features to a great degree.

"Girls," Sarah began, "I have to thank you for the idea. However I am sure you have other things you'd like to do then listen to me shower you with praise, so let me just say goodbye and I hope you two enjoy yourselves."

Nikki and Michelle shared a quick look, before they got up, and ran giggling from the room.

"Yes. Now I can still have fun. Thank you girls. Thank you."

-----Epilogue: The Council-----

The Mage's Council convened. Ruby, head of Guild Pyra, headed the table, surrounded by her peers; Leena of Guild Aqua, Paris of Guild Terra, Jerron of Guild Negra, And Sprite of Guild Blanco. The five guilds gathered around the table, the heads, with two representatives, making for a total of fifteen members.

"I call this meeting of the council to order." Ruby said, her voice projected on streamers of flame magic.

The gathered mages quieted down, as they stared at their leader, looks of rage, bafflement, and a mixture of other emotions were replaced by masks of detachment. The true mage expressed neither joy nor sorrow. Some of the mages still had a hard time remembering that simple rule.

"Our first order of business, as you all know, Is Mage Sarah Dallas, of my own Guild of Pyra. She has caused quite a stir, as many of you have pointed out." Ruby's face was a mask of calm, yet her eyes revealed a certain anger that she was unable to hide.

Leena broke in, "Forget Sarah Dallas of Guild Pyra! What about Faith Sampson, of guild Aqua? She has been as disruptive as your Sarah Dallas."

"Forget them, what about Tara James, of house Terra" Paris angrily interrupted, "She is a menace, and needs to be stopped!"

"Do not forget Pam Hart of Guild Negra." Jerron said, his voice oozing the menace that was a part of all members of guild Negra, "A practitioner of the blackest of black arts is far more dangerous than all of them"

Sprite's voice rose, yet still maintained the musical quality of guild Blanco, "Jackie Franklin of Guild Blanco, has caused a disturbance as well."

Ruby scowled, "ORDER! I demand Order!"

The cries of the various Guild heads were silenced, as they all turned to face Ruby, "We all know of each of them. It seems the Rite of Rantar has gained a bit of a comeback. However Sarah is the oldest of the users of the Rite. We must look into each case, to see why the Rite has resurfaced, and what may be behind it. All other concerns are secondary to this."

The council reluctantly agreed. While they had all been glad to add more to their dwindling numbers, things had gotten out of hand. The Rite of Rantar had been sealed away because of the threat it posed upon the Council, if not Humanity itself. Now, after centuries of peace, the Rite resurfaced, and five had changed already. The Rite must be stopped, and to do that they must find who had released the Rite.

Ruby looked at her fellow mages, and spoke once more, "Who could have released the Rite? Who would break the seal? Who would try and destroy the Mage's...."

They all stopped and stared at the sixth group of chairs, a group of chairs that only remained because of tradition. This group, that had remained absent since the attempted overthrow by T'gra Spire Head of Guild Anima, led them all to the same conclussion.

With a loud gasp, they all spoke as one, "Guild Anima....."

The problems for the mages council had just started. From his prison in Ebontower, T'gra Spire watched the entire exchange. While his days may be numbered, so were the Council's days numbered. He closed his scrying pool, and laughed.

"The day of reckoning is upon you, Council. Rantar shall rise, and the Council can do nothing to stop her Ascension!"

The war of Mage's had begun.

 

Ok. Now I give to the public Free use of the Sarah Dallas character. I hope this rather lengthy tale, has illuminated her particular character quirks, and that I have given you enough background so that you might understand her motives, but if I haven't just follow these Simple guidelines, or you could just email me (my email yet again is Ranmachan1980@yahoo.com)

1: Sarah turns guys into girls for one of three reasons

A: Extreme Sexist Behavior

B: Class related punishment

C: As a punishment for injuring one of her girls

 

2: Sarah is a Pyromancer. So in addition to her transformational powers, she also has the power to control fire.

3. Sarah has a sense of humor, but also doesn't change people for no reason..

4. Per the councils orders she can not Transform people...that is not to say, she can't enchant objects, that will transform people.

5. Don't forget, there are 4 other users of the Rite....What kind of Havoc might they be causing, and are they as Kind hearted as Sarah? Remember, if no one else tells their story, I will be forced to :)

 

Also, as far as the reviews that I received on the last installment I am working on implementing some of those suggestions. And that will be released in the full format version of the story when I finally finish it.

Good night, and thank you for reading,

Sarah

  

  

  

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