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Turbulence: Back to School

by

Julie O

Edited by Amelia R.

 

Chapter 30

The more I thought about Jamie, the more determined I became to catch whoever was doing this. I now knew one of the victims, and he was a pretty nice kid. Hell, even if he was a jerk, he didn't deserve something like this to happen. I knew that I would have to work my way into the crowd with access to the drug as soon as possible. It was then that I came up with a risky plan.

I spent the rest of the day planning how I would try to convince Amelia and Aunt Kayla that this was the best way to get the dealer. I decided to call him Mr. X, for the lack of anything better.

After dinner I laid out my plan to Amelia.

"I need to find out which group to get into in order to find out who Mr. X is, correct?" I asked.

Amelia nodded. A sly smile grew on her bemused face. "Please go on, you've obviously been planning something all afternoon."

"Okay. I want to tell Jamie what we're doing and ask for his help."

Amelia didn't say a word.

"Look, he could be a great help. He already suspects the truth, and he has a major stake in our finding Mr. X," I argued.

Amelia nodded. "I'm not against your plan. However we need safeguards. Jamie could still be under the control of your Mr. X."

"Oh. I hadn't thought about that," I replied sheepishly.

"Try to get the information out of him without confessing your status. He likes and trusts you. The next time I examine him, I will check for any signs of a controlling spell. Until then, don't tell him who you are."

"I won't." I was a bit pissed at myself for not thinking of the controlling spell.

"I also want to examine you again," replied Amelia.

"Why?" I asked.

"I want to see just how much this spell is changing you," she replied.

"You mean my not thinking about the controlling spell could be related to the youth spell?"

Amelia nodded. "How's your school work coming?"

"No problems. I breezed through my homework already."

"Okay, but I want to know if you have any problems, no matter how slight."

Chapter 31

One thing that remained constant was my sexual drive. If anything, it was becoming stronger. I found that I sometimes had to pleasure myself twice a day. Okay, it was enjoyable, but in the back of my mind was the thought of being the sexual partner of some horny teenage boy. Mick was cute, but I didn't want to have sex with him.

I headed off to school Monday in my car. It felt good to not depend on Amelia for a ride. It wasn't a full moon yet, but I decided to scan my classmates, just in case the whole full moon thing was wrong.

I parked my "new car" in the student parking lot. I missed my Mercedes, but Amelia and Bill had insisted that I get a different car, something more fitting for a teen. I argued that I saw many Mercedes in the high school parking lots to no avail. Still, my used VW Cabriolet was pretty nice. It was even a convertible, although it was too cool to use it.

One thing that was different from my first run through high school was the variety of drugs the kids were using. I detected kids using everything from pot to coke. It was a bit depressing, why couldn't they learn from our mistakes?

Granted I smoked some weed when I was in high school, I never tried anything stronger. I gave up weed entirely when I went in the Navy. I prepared myself for the fact that I might have to do it again to gain the trust of the teens using X-2.

I did detect a few of my classmates who were dealers through my scanning. I would keep an eye on them, but I didn't think that they were the ones we were looking for.

I joined my regular lunch group and hadn't bothered to take off my crystal. I got a strong vibe when I sat down near Jim. I attempted to probe to discover what was bothering him. The weird thing was I couldn't break through. Now, I could usually get a strong sense of what was on someone's mind. Sometimes I could only get the emotional state, but I got nothing from Jim. All I could tell was that he dealing and was hiding his real feelings. I wondered if he was involved. I decided not to press him at this time, but I would keep my eye on him.

I was pleased to see that I didn't get any negative hits off the rest of my friends. Mick was clean, which made me happy.

I decided to cast out a line and see if anyone was biting. "What passes for a good time around here?" Okay, maybe that was too strong, but I couldn't withdraw my words.

Maria and some of the other girls laughed. "Sorry, Carly, but we're laughing with you, not at you. Nothing much happens around here, period," replied Kristy.

"Oh. Not even parties?" I asked.

"Well, there are the occasional get-togethers, but there's no schedule to them," interjected Zach.

I sensed he was lying.

"What was it like back in Philadelphia?" asked Kim.

Kim was in theater. She had her dark brown hair streaked with purple highlights.

"You mean DC?" I replied.

"Oh, yes, that's what I meant," she replied.

"We had parties almost every weekend. Then there were some really big events," I replied. I scanned her, but didn't get anything out of the ordinary.

"Like what?" asked Zach.

"Raves," I replied.

"Really?" asked Mick. "I wouldn't have thought of you as a party girl." There was a big smile on his face.

"I wasn't, but I went to a few." I winked at him.

"We have them out here sometimes," replied Zach. "I worked a few this year."

Of course, Zach was into electronics and music.

"Cool," I replied. I decided not to press the point any harder.

I was saved by the bell warning that lunch was ending in five minutes. At least I'd laid down the groundwork.

Chapter 32

The rest of the week passed without incident. I was relieved that I didn't seem to be regressing any more. I also set up another meeting with Jamie for the weekend.

I drove over to his house Saturday afternoon. He lived in one of the newest housing developments. The neighborhood was filled with large homes on small plots. Judging by the type of cars in the driveways, the neighborhood was very affluent; either that or they were up to their necks in debt.

I arrived at Jamie's house and walked to the front door. I wondered how long Jamie had lived here.

Mrs. King met me at the door and seemed pleased to see me.

She was a pleasant looking woman in her late forties. Her light brown hair was styled short. She also had very pretty emerald green eyes, like Jamie.

"Hi, Carly. Jamie will be home in a few minutes," she greeted. "He went out for a drive with his father."

We walked into the kitchen. All along the wall leading to the kitchen were photos of Jamie and his gymnastic awards.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"Diet Coke, please," I replied.

We sat down at the kitchen table.

"I really appreciate you coming over here today. Since Jamie… got sick, he's been pretty isolated," she stated.

"It's no bother at all. I like Jamie," I replied.

She nodded. "I wish we knew what was wrong with him. Your aunt has been very helpful. The good thing is that other than his… gender, Jamie is very healthy."

I just nodded. I had a feeling she needed to talk about this as much as Jamie did.

"May I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Sure."

"How do you think Jamie would be received at school?"

I thought about my answer and how to phrase it. "You mean if he went back as a boy or as a girl?"

"Either," she replied.

"If he went back as a boy, I think he would have some problems. No, make that a lot of problems. Teens aren't the most understanding people. It would probably be worse if he went to another school. At least at Bernardo Valley, he has some friends," I replied.

She nodded. I could tell that my answer only confirmed her own beliefs.

"Now, if he attended as a girl, he would fit in easier. It would be a huge cultural shift for him…. or rather her," I replied. "In that case, it might be best to start fresh at another school."

"Thank you. I appreciate your honesty. As long as Jamie is happy and healthy, I don't care if he's my son or my daughter."

I thought about my own mother and let out a sight sigh.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about my parents."

She reached over and took my hands into hers. "You poor dear. Your aunt told me that you just lost your father. How're you doing?"

"Good days and bad days," I replied. I suddenly felt my emotions getting looser. "I miss them."

She leaned over and gave me a hug. In spite of my best efforts, my tears started again.

"It's okay, dear. It's good to let it out," Mrs. King comforted me.

A minute or so later I was wiping my eyes with a tissue. I think that my show of emotion bonded me with Mrs. King and she now fully trusted me to help her child.

We talked for a few more minutes before Jamie was dropped off by his father.

Jamie led me into the family room, where he turned on the TV, more for background noise.

"Dad had to go back to work," replied Jamie. "He's a manager for the nuke power plant north of Camp Pendleton."

"Why did you guys move here?" I asked.

"Mom used to teach in this district. Also we liked that the district had a good gymnastics program."

Jamie was dressed in the same sort of baggy clothes that I had seen him in earlier. It hit me that this wasn't a fashion statement; rather he was just wearing his old clothing.

His long blond hair fell around his face. Even in its unstyled condition, it made him look feminine.

Initially we just made small talk about school, music, and TV.

After a while, Jamie glanced around, and then turned to me. "So, what did Mom ask you?"

I laughed. I saw no need to lie to him and told him about our conversation. He didn't seem surprised by anything I said.

"I've pretty much given up on going back to school. Mom's been homeschooling me, so at least I haven't fallen behind. My grades were good enough to get me into the UC system. I was hoping for an athletic scholarship, but I doubt that will happen now."

"What school do you want to attend?" I asked.

"I wanted UCLA, but I think I'll look at some of the others now. My health situation will dictate when I get to go to school."

I bit my lower lip. I wasn't sure if I should say what was on my mind or not.

"You don't agree, do you?" asked Jamie.

"No, not exactly. I think you need to get on with your life. Other than this, you're healthy, right?" I asked, as I pointed to his body.

"Yes," he replied.

"Okay, if this is a new medical ailment, it's unlikely that your body will revert back. If it's magical, then, unless we find who cast the spell, you're stuck again."

Jamie nodded. He didn't look shocked at what I was saying.

"I know you've thought about this, you've already told me that there are things you like about your new body," I continued.

"What are you getting to?" he asked.

"Maybe you need to start learning how to be a girl," I said.

"Go on."

"Look, you don't have to jump into dresses and makeup, but maybe you could get a new wardrobe, unisex stuff like new jeans and tops. Also you should be wearing a bra, you'll find it makes things a little easier," I stated.

"I am sick of wearing my old clothes. Nothing fits. Look at my belt, I had to add several new holes." He then brushed his hair back.

Judging by the annoyed way he did it, I suspected that he wasn't happy with his present hairstyle either.

"Did your hair grow out too?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I have an extra scrunchie in my bag. Here, let me help you."

In a minute I had pulled his hair back into a ponytail.

"What did you use before?" I asked.

"A rubber band," he replied.

"Ouch! You can keep the scrunchie, it's dark blue, so I don't think your dad will be upset."

Jamie laughed. "Dad is really trying to understand all this. We drove around and talked. I think he's starting to accept that I'm not going to be a macho man or anything like that."

"What did he think about you being a gymnast?" I asked.

"At first he wasn't happy. Then he came to some of my meets and became a huge supporter."

"Sounds like he really loves you," I replied.

"I know."

"So, what do you want to study in college?" I asked.

"I was thinking of medicine, maybe therapy. What about you?"

"I want to be a lawyer."

"Why? You're too nice!"

I laughed. Jamie then told me several lawyer jokes, most of which I had already heard.

"Back to the clothing thing. What do you suggest?" asked Jamie.

"I don't think you'll find boy jeans that will fit you now. You have too much hip now. Maybe some sweaters and tops to go with them."

"I don't think I have the nerve to go to the mall right now," stated Jamie.

"We can take your measurements and I can either get the stuff for you, or we can use the Internet, that is if your parents approve," I stated.

"I don't think my Mom will mind."

"You want to ask now?" I asked.

Jamie nodded.

Mrs. King thought it was a good idea and she retrieved a tape measure from her sewing cabinet. In a few minutes we had Jamie's measurements. Mrs. King pulled out a catalog that had a measurement chart in it, and we soon calculated Jamie's sizes.

The three of us sat around the kitchen table going through catalogs to get an idea of what Jamie would be comfortable wearing. We soon had a list of acceptable items. As promised, nothing was too feminine, other than the lingerie.

Jamie turned to his mom. "Mom, can Carly buy the clothes?"

"Why?" she asked. Then it hit her. "I get it, you're worried what someone might think if they saw me buying clothes for a teenage girl."

Jamie nodded. "I know it's silly, but I'm still a bit worried about being found out."

Mrs. King looked over at me. I could tell that she didn't want to spook Jamie away from his decision to update his wardrobe. "Would you mind doing it, Carly?"

"No, not at all," I replied.

In addition to buying him some bras, I would also pick out some panties. His male underwear fit as well as the rest of his old wardrobe.

"I can go out now, if you like, and be back in few hours," I offered.

"That's very sweet of you, Carly. I'll write you a check for everything," Mrs. King replied.

"Cool. I'll be back shortly," I stated.

Jamie and Mrs. King walked me to the door. I headed off to do some shopping.

Chapter 33

Thankfully Jamie's sizes were easy to find. I picked him out a few pairs of jeans. I went with different brands, and sizes. I could return any that didn't fit.

The tops were easier to select. I picked out several single colored pullover cotton tops, a mixture of long sleeve and half sleeve. I didn't think he was ready for sleeveless. I picked out a hoodie sweatshirt for him, along with a few sweaters. As for colors, I went with blues, greens, and grays.

I also picked out some simple bras and cotton panties for him. The sales girl asked me if I had made a mistake, as the bras were all 34-B. I laughed and told her they were for my little sister. In a sense I wasn't lying; Jamie was becoming very important to me.

Jamie and Mrs. King met me at the door as I carried my stash inside. We went upstairs to Jamie's room and I set everything out on his bed.

I glanced around his room and saw that it was very neat and orderly — far more than mine ever was. I noticed that he had a bookshelf filled with a variety of topics ranging from history to philosophy. There were also many books on the occult and magic. I recognized a few of the titles. Some were total crap, but there were a few that had some real info in them.

"So, where do we start?" asked Jamie.

"Try on the jeans, but put on a pair of the panties first," suggested Mrs. King.

Jamie took the clothes and disappeared into his bathroom.

While he changed, Mrs. King turned to me. "Thank you, so much, Carly."

I smiled and nodded back. "Glad to help."

Jamie came out wearing his new jeans. His changes were much more noticeable now. He actually had a really nice figure.

"They look great, dear. How do they fit?" she asked.

He just nodded as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Okay, you ready to try on a bra?"

He nodded again.

"Here, let me help you," stated Mrs. King softly.

"I'll step outside," I offered.

"No, please stay, Carly. It's not like you haven't seen breasts before," stated Jamie.

"Okay." I sat down on the edge of his bed.

Jamie pulled off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt that was underneath. He had nicely formed breasts. His nipples were large, compared to the size of his breasts. I suspected that they weren't done growing.

Mrs. King helped him put on his first bra. She adjusted the bra straps until it fit just right.

She then handed Jamie a gray long sleeve turtleneck. He pulled it over his head and she helped him fit the collar. Jamie turned around and stood facing me.

"Well?" he asked, holding his hands out.

I looked back. If I hadn't known his true gender, I wouldn't have guessed he was really a boy. He had a real natural beauty to his face, the kind that really doesn't need makeup. "You look great."

"I have to admit, that even though this outfit shows off my… changes more. I like the fact that my clothing fits again. Oh, the bra does feel good, Carly," stated Jamie.

"I was glad I could help," I replied. I stood up and hugged him. I debated asking him if he still thought of himself as male, but didn't push it.

Jamie tried on the rest of the outfits. Everything fit, so I didn't have to return anything.

We went downstairs and sat around the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate. A short time later Mr. King arrived.

He was a big man, over six feet tall, stocky, with a slight paunch. His dark brown hair was turning gray, as was his moustache. He walked into the kitchen and greeted us. He then noticed Jamie's new outfit.

He stared at his feminized son without saying a thing.

"I felt it was time that Jamie got some things that fit him better," stated Mrs. King. Obviously she was willing to take any heat that might arise.

Mr. King nodded. "Well, I admit that it's an improvement. You okay with this, Jamie?"

Jamie nodded. "Besides, they're just clothes." He turned to me and winked.

A slight smirk formed on Mr. King's face. "I think we all know that they're more than just clothes."

"Then you're okay with this too?" asked Jamie.

"Jamie, I'm not happy about what has happened to you, but I'm not unhappy with you. This isn't your fault. This is a medical problem," stated Mr. King.

"And even if it wasn't, we'd still love you," added Mrs. King. She turned to her husband. "Right, honey?"

Mr. King turned to his wife and then back to Jamie. "Of course. We just want you to be happy and healthy. I also know that you can't spend the rest of your life hiding in this house."

I suddenly felt out of place and took immediate evasive action to leave. I wanted Jamie to be alone with his family.

"I'd better get going," I announced as I looked at my watch.

Jamie came over and hugged me.

"You're always welcome, Carly. Maybe next time you can stay for dinner," suggested Mrs. King.

"I'd like that," I replied.

A short time later, I was talking to Amelia about my afternoon with Jamie and his family.

"Jamie's acceptance of what's happening doesn't surprise me. He's pretty levelheaded. I don't think many boys would be as accommodating," remarked Amelia.

"How much of his acceptance is due to the spell?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, not much at all. I've done some more research on the nature of spell. The spell may cause them emotional changes, but it doesn't change their true self. Jamie is a very adaptable person. This is just his way of coping."

"So, he might not want to change back?" I asked.

Amelia nodded. "Especially now that he knows that his parents are supportive of whatever decision he makes. You did good!"

"Don't you mean well?" I replied with a grin. She was always correcting me on that!

"No, good is a better description. You know, you have what it takes to be a therapist like Kayla," remarked Amelia.

I shook my head. "I want to be a lawyer. I like the idea of going after the bad guys!"

"Well, I may have something that will help you soon. The charm that will allow you to detect anyone who has used X-2 is being sent here."

"How?"

"FEDEX, why? Did you think I'd use a magical method?" asked Amelia.

I nodded.

Amelia smiled. "Besides FEDEX is cheaper."

Chapter 34

The charm wouldn't arrive until Monday afternoon, so I was off to school without it. I didn't mind, as the full moon wasn't due until the coming weekend.

I continued to try to assimilate into Bernardo Valley. I was asked to go hang out at the mall by some of the girls in my civics class. I immediately accepted.

Now, I had gone shopping with other women a few times, including with my friend Karen, but this was different. I soon realized that this wasn't just a shopping trip; rather I was being sized up. They were trying to see if I was what I claimed to be.

As we shopped, one of the girls — her name was Sharon — told us how drunk she had gotten over the weekend. She was dating a boy from the football team and they had gone to a party over by San Diego State. Her boyfriend's brother played football there.

"Do you drink, Carly?" asked Zoë, an attractive raven-haired girl.

"Yes," I replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Have you ever been drunk?" asked Sharon. There was a wicked grin on her face.

I stared back and nodded. "Yes, a few times."

"What do you like to drink? I love beer," asked Kelly, a big-breasted gorgeous blonde. She seemed like a nice girl, although I noticed that she and Zoë seemed to be more than just friends.

It didn't matter to me; it's just that there weren't a lot of LBGT students out at Bernardo Valley. I had sensed a lot of students with sexual conflicts, but most were too closeted. The school had rejected the idea of a Gay-Straight Student Alliance club, which many other schools in the area had. I had learned that parents didn't feel it was necessary there. It was too bad they couldn't detect feelings like I could.

"Beer's okay; however, have you ever had vodka?" I replied. "You don't have to pee as often with vodka."

Kelly laughed. I saw a few knowing nods between them.

"What about drugs?" asked Zoë.

"I've smoked dope a few times, usually with friends at parties," I replied.

"What about anything harder?" asked Kelly.

"No."

"Not even ecstasy?" asked Zoë.

"No, but I've heard about it. Have you?"

Zoë nodded. "It's so cool. You feel… so free. "

The rest of the girls began to tell me about their experiences with the drug.

"And it's safe?" I asked.

"Sure. Safer than booze," replied Zoë. "You don't get hangovers."

"Yeah, what about Ronnie?" asked Kelly.

"Who knows what happened to her. I don't think it was the ecstasy," replied Zoë.

"Who's Ronnie?" I asked.

"She was a girl that used to go to our school. She used to party with us," answered Sharon.

"Yeah, then she suddenly got sick. They had to take her to the hospital. I heard her parents sent her to Europe for medical treatment," piped in Kelly.

"She probably got pregnant and her parents shipped her out of here to have the kid," quipped Zoë. "Anyway, we were all with her and we took the same amount, and nothing happened to us."

Later that evening I re-read the files on the other teens. The girl with the premature aging was named Veronica Costello.

Chapter 35

"Looks like you've made some progress," remarked Amelia. "I'll let Mrs. Dylan know."

Mrs. Dylan was the principal's secretary.

"Hopefully they trust me enough to invite me to go out partying with them. Doesn't sound like any of them have sworn off X-2," I replied.

"Well, even if they don't, you know someone you can test the charm on. It arrived this afternoon."

Amelia handed me a silver bracelet with reddish colored stones imbedded in it. It was very pretty — something I might have picked out for myself.

"How does it work?" I asked.

"Put it on. If you get close to anyone who has recently used X-2, you'll feel a slight tingling in your wrist, more like an itch than a shock," explained Amelia.

"What's the range?" I asked.

"Thirty, maybe forty feet," replied Amelia.

"Cool. Thanks Q," I quipped, comparing her to the character in the James Bond movies.

"I'll take that as compliment."

Chapter 36

I called up Beth the next evening.

"Oh, Carly, I love the photos you sent me. You make a pretty cute teenager."

"Thanks, Beth. The good thing is that I'll be an adult again soon."

"Bite me!" replied my old friend.

"I would if I was there," I replied with a laugh.

"Hey! There's an idea!"

"What?" I replied.

"Why don't we get together? When's your spring break?"

"Let me check," I stated. I grabbed my student handbook and checked the calendar. "Second week of April."

"Same here."

"Okay, Sherlock, how do we pull this off? I'm in San Diego, you're in DC."

"I'm not exactly eager to go to San Diego. Too many bad memories," replied Beth.

Beth had been transformed in San Diego. Additionally, the scientist who'd changed her had tried to abduct her here, and she had almost been killed here. I could understand her aversion to America's Finest City.

"Oh, I forgot. If I went to DC, how would you explain me?"

"Hmmm. Let me think about it."

"If it helps, I trust you, should you need to tell someone about me. After all, if they know you were once a guy, accepting me shouldn't be that big of a stretch."

"I'll let you know before I tell anyone," continued Beth.

"If it makes me more at ease, I can also erase their memory," I added.

"Okay, Sabrina," quipped Beth.

"Very funny," I replied.

"I thought so, besides it does fit you now," continued Beth. "By the way, how's the case going?"

I told her about what had happened. I also told her about Jamie.

"So he's in between right now, but looks really feminine?" asked Beth.

"Yes. A really nice kid," I replied.

"And you think he might want to stay a girl?"

"Yes. He might not have a choice, but I think he might stay even if we find the counter-spell. Why? What's on your mind?"

"I need to check out something first. I'll get back to you," replied Beth.

Chapter 37

I wore the bracelet to school the next day. Other than a few compliments, I didn't get anything with it. I wasn't that surprised; I doubted if anyone would take X-2 during the week.

I was fitting in more, but I didn't feel that I was trusted enough to be invited to any big parties yet.

Mick was still coming on to me, and I didn't fight it. He was cute and I liked him a lot. He didn't act like the typical immature teenage boy.

On Thursday, during lunch, he asked me out.

"Carly, you want to go to the movies this Friday?" he asked, as he shared his French fries with me.

Without debating it in my mind. "Sure, I'd like that."

"Cool. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6:30," he replied.

"I'll e-mail you directions to my house."

As I walked to class, it suddenly hit me that I was going out on a date!

When Amelia got home, I told her about my impending date with Mick.

"Not to complicate your life anymore than it already is, but Bill is coming over for dinner this evening," replied Amelia.

Chapter 38

I nervously got dressed in anticipation of Bill's arrival. I fumbled with my earrings and it took me three attempts to get the right one in. I was wearing a red sweater, jeans, and some cute black half boots.

I sensed Bill's arrival a good ten minutes before he got there. He was obviously coming straight from work, as he was still in his gray three-piece suit. It was his favorite trial suit! He felt it was lucky and he always wore it when he was making his closing arguments.

We hugged when he arrived. I wanted to kiss him, but didn't.

He shook his head as he looked at me. "Why didn't I meet girls like you when I was in high school?"

"Your loss!" I replied.

He nodded and smiled. I caught a momentary glint in his eye. It was the look he got when we were about to go to bed. Just as quickly, it disappeared.

Obviously he saw that I'd noticed his interrupted arousal. "Sorry, Carly."

There was no need to explain. "I know."

Amelia cooked lasagna and Bill had brought a loaf of bread. They had wine and I had a soda. At least I got to eat with the adults!

Over dinner we updated Bill on the case.

"We've had some info that there may be a big rave this weekend. You don't think you'll be invited?" asked Bill.

I shook my head. "I think I may be trusted enough by the next one. I'll be scanning Monday morning for anyone who took X-2. I'll also check to see if they've been violated. I may not be able to tell exactly what's wrong, but I can alert Amelia."

"I'll let Mrs. Dylan know, and she'll get them in for an exam," stated Amelia.

"How will you do that?" asked Bill.

"She'll have the kid brought up to the front office. She has a special skill for detecting disruptions in someone's soul. From what we've learned, the effects of essence stealing start within twenty-four hours. The victim may not be totally aware of what has happened, but they won't feel right."

"What then?"

"She'll also scan them for any blocking spells. The residue of the spell should still be there, and that will help us greatly. We can learn much about the person who cast it from the type of spell they used."

"Sounds like CSI," I interjected.

"Good analogy. I don't think it would surprise you that there are many of us in forensic science," replied Amelia.

"Nothing would surprise me these days," quipped Bill.

Amelia cut me a glance. I nodded.

"Bill, I'm going on a date tomorrow. Don't worry, he's just taking me to the movies," I blurted out.

Bill shrugged his shoulders. "I was expecting this. You're too cute for them to ignore." He then winked at me.

I immediately giggled. I felt silly and started to explain that I still loved Bill.

"Carly, stop, there is no need. We're still a couple and I love you. Remember, I'm the one who got you into this," comforted Bill.

"Thanks." I got up and hugged him. I felt so little in his arms.

Chapter 39

I wore a short denim skirt and green long sleeve blouse. I also wore one of my pairs of boots. I selected a knee-high pair with two-inch heels. I wanted to look good, but I also wanted to be comfortable. I topped it off with my black leather jacket. I looked damned cute!

Mick arrived on time in his VW sedan. He was wearing black jeans and a shirt with an actual collar! He was also wearing a black leather jacket.

We headed to the multiplex and picked out a movie. I offered to split the costs, but Mick insisted on buying my ticket, popcorn, and Diet Coke.

The movie was uneventful and afterwards we went to a local chain Chinese fast food restaurant. We split an order of their spicy chicken. I got a kick out of just watching Mick eat; he obviously relished every bite he took.

"If I haven't said it before, you look great, Carly."

"You have, but I don't mind hearing it again. I think you look good too," I replied. Oh, that just sounded so stupid, I thought.

"Thanks," he replied.

I could feel his eyes taking me in, and I sensed his desires for me. I found it very hard to restrain my own sense of arousal.

We talked about the movie, but it was becoming obvious that our minds were on something else. I was starting to lose control of my arousal, and I found that I was actively flirting with Mick.

"Well, I guess I should take you home… unless you'd rather go back to my house?" asked Mick. He then raised and lowered his eyebrows.

I smiled back. Say go home, say go home, my good sense was screaming. "Okay."

He reached over and, took my hands in his. "You mean take you home?"

I shook my head.

He smiled and stood up. As we walked out, he put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him.

We got out to his car and, once inside, he leaned over and kissed me. It started off as a simple kiss on the lips, but soon we were kissing deeper. He was a really good kisser!

"I've wanted to do that since you first showed up in the bookstore," confessed Mick, as we drove out of the parking lot.

"Was it worth the wait?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" he replied.

My state of arousal was very high now. I was fighting a losing battle to keep what little control I had. I definitely didn't want to have sex with him. I hoped that we wouldn't get that far.

We arrived at Mick's house. The house was dark.

"My parents are out of town," whispered Mick, as we walked towards the house. His arm was around me and he pulled me close.

We went into the family room. Mick turned on the stereo with some quiet classic jazz and sat down next to me.

"I've got some good weed, if you want some?" he asked.

I just nodded.

He got up and returned a few minutes later with a joint.

By now my good sense was going hoarse screaming at me. It was too hard. I was surrendering to my lust. I now knew how Iona must have felt.

We finished off the joint and started kissing again. Mick was very smooth. It was obvious that I wasn't the first girl he had been with. I was expecting clumsy groping of my body; instead he was gentle and knew exactly where to stroke to get me hot. His fingers began to rub against my nipples, causing me to moan.

We made out for a while. Without a word, he began to unbutton my blouse. I offered no resistance. Mick's eyes opened wide as he saw my breasts. He smiled at me and helped me out of my blouse. Expertly, he removed my bra and began to rub his fingers around my hardened nipples.

I was enjoying every moment of it, in spite of my initial resistance.

Mick leaned over and whispered. "You're not the good girl you portray in school, are you?"

I nodded, unable to talk due to my state of sexual pleasure.

"I thought so. I love that about you." He then began to kiss me, as his fingers worked my nipples.

Then he gently guided one of my hands down to his crotch. I could feel his erection pressing against his jeans, eager to be released. Suddenly, the only thing on my mind was to have that cock.

As if sensing my lust and desire, Mick unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I began to stroke it.

"Hmm… yes, you know what to do; right, my love?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I moaned.

I stroked his cock as we kissed. I could feel it grow harder as I stimulated it. I then felt Mick's left hand slip down and lift up my skirt. He began to rub against the outside of my panties.

I wanted to reach down and brush his hand away, but couldn't. I could only hope that he would stop first.

He then began to guide my head down to his cock. "I know you want it, my love."

My lips were soon wrapped around his cock. I eagerly began to orally please him, while I began to finger myself. The old Iona had returned.

I soon had him moaning in total ecstasy and was able to pull off just as he came; I guess I still had some control. I stroked him until he was lying there weak and happy.

"Wow, baby. That was great."

After we cleaned up and got dressed, he pulled me close. "You're my girl now, right?"

I nodded.

"Say it, my love. Tell me that you're my girl."

"I'm your girl," I replied, as I leaned over and kissed him.

"Cool. I knew you were wilder than you showed at school," he stated.

I nodded.

"If I didn't have to work tomorrow, I'd take you to a party," he continued.

My eyes opened up wider.

"There's a big one tomorrow night. I couldn't get the time off, but there'll be others."

"Okay, I'd like that." I sensed that I had just passed another test.

Mick took me home and we kissed for several minutes. I knew that the wand would get a good workout shortly.

Chapter 40

The next morning I told Amelia everything, I mean everything that had happened.

"I'm not exactly happy about what happened last night, but at least it looks like I'm closer to getting invited to a rave."

"Tell me again about your sense of arousal," asked Amelia.

After I did, she gave me a worried look.

"The tattoo was put on Iona when she was eighteen and she couldn't fight it. You're seventeen, and while your ability to fight back is stronger, it's apparent that you can't always control yourself. Drinking or taking drugs will only amplify its power. Mick's lust for you may have also been amplified by the tattoo."

"Great. What can I do?"

"Well, the tattoo will still protect you from becoming pregnant or getting an STD. As for your sexual urges, there's not a lot we can do, until you become an adult again. Mick knows that you're sexually active. From what you told me, you didn't offer much resistance; so he knows that this wasn't a one-time deal."

I sighed. "What scares me is how badly I wanted him last night. I would have had sex with him, if he'd offered."

Amelia put her arm around me. "Iona, I know. I'm not judging you; I know that you're being controlled by other forces. I also appreciate the huge sacrifice you're making."

"I still feel dirty," I replied.

"Don't."

I felt a tear run down my left cheek. "Oh great, now I'm starting to cry!"

Amelia pulled me close and let me sob and let out my emotions.

Chapter 41

Jamie was out of town for the week. His parents had driven up to the San Francisco area to see his grandparents. Jamie was happy that they were doing something together.

I was in a bit of a funk the rest of the weekend. Amelia was busy with her clients and even Aunt Kayla was busy. I felt weak for giving into my emotions and allowing the tattoo to control me. I also knew that I would be powerless to stop it from happening again. I tried to imagine how Iona had felt and how months and years of feeling that way must have worn her down. It must have been awful, and I now understood why she had been so willing to let her own life slip away.

I tried to shift my mind to something else. I began to think about Dad and how I'd never got to say goodbye. I was slipping into a real full-fledged, deep gray depression.

I needed to do something, so I went outside for a walk. It was sunny and nice; it never really gets bad in San Diego. I walked down the street to the entrance of the hiking trails. I headed out on the three-mile loop that covered the rim of the canyon the complex bordered.

I thought about my life and what was going on with the case. I liked that I was hunting the person who had violated Jamie and the others, and knew that I couldn't walk away. I would tell Bill everything and hopefully he would remain as understanding.

Heading back to the house, I passed a townhouse that had a sign advertising "Free Kittens."

I missed Aunt Kayla's cats and I walked up to the open garage door. A woman was sitting in a lawn chair next to a box that had three tiny balls of fur inside. Sitting next to the box were two little girls, maybe five or six.

"Hi," I greeted, as I peered into the box.

"Hi, you interested in a new friend?" asked the woman. "Some idiot abandoned them at my husband's work site."

I crouched down and looked at the kittens. Two were sound asleep, but the third woke up and stared intently at me. It raised one paw, as if it was begging me to pick it up.

"They've been checked out by a vet, and are litterbox trained," stated the woman.

I reached down and scooped up the kitten. Like Bran, it was all black.

"She's the only female of the bunch," added the woman.

I felt her snuggle against my hands as I held her. I lifted her up to my face and could hear her purring.

"Looks like she likes you," said one of the little girls.

"Yes, it does," I replied. Amelia would kill me, and what would Aunt Kayla say, and then there were Bran and Tully. "I don't know. I need to check with my aunt first."

As if on cue, the kitten licked my hand.

"Can you hold her for an hour?" I asked.

The woman nodded and I set the kitten back in the box. She gave me a look, as if she knew I'd be back.

"I'm Mrs. Valentine and these are my daughters, Paula and Molly."

"I'm Carly Taylor."

I walked home and called up Amelia. To my surprise she had no objections. I then called Aunt Kayla.

"I've been expecting this," she stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Girls your age usually meet their familiar," stated Aunt Kayla.

"You mean this is destined?" I asked.

"Of course. Didn't you feel something special when you first saw the kitten?" she asked.

"I did. But what about the girls?"

"They'll be a bit miffed at first, but they'll adapt. A kitten might be just the thing to liven up their lives."

"Thank you, Aunt Kayla." I then told her about what had happened. She didn't seem overly surprised.

"The good thing is that when this is all over, you will return to your real life," she stated.

"True. I just wonder what to do about Jamie. I would like to stay in touch with him," I confessed.

"Maybe we can work something out. Now, I think you're keeping someone waiting."

I laughed. "Yes, I better go and get my familiar."

I stopped by Mrs. Valentine's house and told her that I wanted to kitten, but I was going to the pet store to get some supplies first.

"I knew you'd take her," she smiled.

An hour later, I was sitting on my bed playing with my unnamed kitten. I thought about names but none seemed to fit. I then called Beth and told her about my newest addition.

"Well, how 'bout Salem, Sabrina?" kidded Beth.

"The kitten's a female," I replied.

"So? You used to be a guy?" replied Beth with a giggle. "Salem's a pretty gender neutral name anyway."

I turned to the kitten; she was currently fascinated with my toes. "Salem?" I asked.

The kitten stopped and looked at me.

"You like that? Do you want me to call you Salem?" I asked.

The kitten rubbed against my extended hand and purred.

"Okay, Salem it is."

"Glad to have been of help," replied Beth.

"I'll send you a picture of Salem," I stated.

"Cool. I'm waiting until I go to college to get a pet. The woman I'll be living with has a really cool dog named Spirit."

"What's her name?"

"Celeste. Oh, that reminds me! She runs an institute that helps teens who have gender issues," stated Beth. "They help them adjust to their new lives."

"Really?" I asked.

Beth then told me all about her friend Celeste and the institute she had set up. Celeste presently had three teens living in her home. Two separate facilities were due to be opened in the next year, one in Connecticut and the other in upstate Pennsylvania.

"Sounds like a great place for Jamie to go."

"I'll e-mail you the information," replied Beth.

Between Beth's news and Salem, I was totally out of my funk. It had been a good day after all.

Chapter 42

Amelia also fell in love with Salem. "She's adorable."

"Do you have a familiar?

"Not presently. I had one when I was younger. She was a gray cat, in fact she was the grandmother of your good friend Tully."

"Why don't you have one now?" I asked.

"I've been moving so much lately. Although, I've decided to stay here in San Diego, so maybe I should think about taking in a new one."

"You're staying here?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, although I will be moving to a more homey neighborhood. I've got my eye on a nice house near Balboa Park."

"That's great!"

I was truly excited about her living so close. Salem seemed to be pleased too, as she stalked Amelia's fingers.

"So what exactly does a familiar do?" I asked. "I mean, I know that they're some sort of assistant or something like that."

"They were in the ancient times, but now they've assumed more of a companion role. Sometimes they'll help you see the way, during troubled times, and sometimes they can alert you to impending danger."

I looked down at Salem. "That makes sense."

"You'll find that you'll become very emotionally linked with Salem. At times it borders on ESP."

It was decided that Salem would be a strictly indoor cat, at least until I moved back to Aunt Kayla's, as the nearby canyons had coyotes. I don't think Salem minded. She was too busy exploring her new world.

Chapter 43

"A cat, huh?" remarked my sister.

"Yes, she's adorable! I can't wait to send you photos of her," I replied gleefully. Salem was asleep in front of me.

"I've been thinking about getting one myself. The studio could use an animal."

I told her what Amelia had told me about familiars.

"Well, I'd welcome any living thing that would give me inspiration," replied Jenny. Jenny had been slowly developing her own powers.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, little sister," replied Jenny.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Well, that is a personal question. I was a senior in high school, why?"

I told her about my increased sexual feelings and my little romp with Mick.

"And this is all because of the tattoo?" she asked.

"That and my new, younger self."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this, but I wouldn't worry about Bill. He loves you."

"Thanks. Sorry that your little sister is so shameless," I replied with a laugh.

"Don't apologize and definitely don't degrade yourself. The only person I'm angry at is that bastard who gave Iona the tattoo in the first place!"

"He's serving a very long sentence, as a goat," I remarked.

"As a goat? That's rich," replied Jenny.

"Yes, he can reduce his sentence if he'll disclose how to remove the tattoo. So far he's refused."

"Maybe they should take him to Greece. They roast goats there!"

I laughed.

Jenny told me about the rest of the family. Mom was thinking of selling the house and moving into a nearby condo for fifty-five and older. It's difficult thinking of your parents growing older.

Jenny's art show had been moved to August, which was good as I would be adult again by then.

I lifted the sleeping Salem and deposited her in her little bed. I spent the next couple of hours working on my homework. Thankfully, I didn't have any problems, so maybe my regression had stopped.

Chapter 44

Monday, I wore the bracelet and by lunch I had seventeen hits. I didn't know all the students yet, but I had a good description of each. None showed any more additional distress than the normal teen at Bernardo Valley. I wrote down their names and descriptions for Mrs. Dylan. I was expecting a prearranged call to the front office, just before lunch. Zoë was one of the people on my list.

As I approached Mick and the others, I got a really strong hit. As I walked closer, I realized that it was coming from Jim, who was sitting off by himself.

"Hey, there you are!" stated Mick.

I sat down next to him and we kissed.

As we ate, I scanned Jim. Something was bothering him. He was wearing a large San Diego Chargers parka. It was chilly, but not even natives would consider it cold enough for a parka. Additionally, he had a ball cap pulled down, nearly covering his face. He was normally so social, yet today he was trying desperately to avoid being noticed. Something was very wrong.

"Mick, I have to run up to the front office. My aunt was supposed to drop off my homework for Civics. I'll see you later," I leaned over and we kissed. It felt very good.

I headed up to the front office and detected two other X-2 users.

Thankfully, Mrs. Dylan played the game perfectly. I had my Civics work with me, so my actions could match my lie. I wrote down my observations about Jim and passed them on to her.

I could only hope that I was wrong.

Chapter 45

Shortly after dinner, we got a call concerning Jim. He was in the early stages of losing his masculinity. Amelia was being called in to examine him.

"What will you do?" I asked.

"I'll use a spell to question him, he'll remember nothing, other than the exam itself."

"What can you do for him?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing."

I knew that I had to get invited to one of the parties. If it meant being a bad girl, then so be it.

Chapter 46

Jim wasn't at school the next day, or the day after that. Sharon seemed particularly worried about him, but Zoë confided in me that her worries were primarily biological. Apparently, she'd discovered that Jim was hung like a stallion, but hadn't been able to take advantage of the fact yet.

There were rumors flying that he'd gotten cancer like Jamie. Some kids were worried that the building or the grounds might be making them sick, but that soon died out when one of the vice-principals addressed the school.

His name was Mr. Hedgecock, and he stated that Jim had developed hepatitis from surfing in contaminated water. He went on to say that Jim would be out of school, as he waited for a liver transplant. I was surprised by the details of the lie that he was telling. It was as if he was trying to cover something up. I began to wonder if he was involved. He was the senior class vice-principal and therefore had access to all student records; who better than him to pick out his victims?

I had no proof, but I decided to tell my theory to Amelia. At least we could attempt to remove him from the list of potential suspects.

Chapter 47

"Hepatitis you say?" remarked Amelia.

"Yes, he said he got it from surfing after some recent storms. It's a good story, as many beaches were closed due to run-off pollution after those last storms," I replied.

"I'll see what I can find out. In the meantime, keep looking around campus; there may be more than one victim out there."

"How's Jim?" I asked.

"Very similar symptoms to your friend Jamie. Shift in body fat from waist to hips, breast development, loss of facial hair, and things like that."

"Did you get a chance to talk with him, in private?" I asked.

Amelia smiled. "Yes, but like the others, his memory of who gave him the drugs has been blocked. Very effective spell, very complicated too. I've contacted a few friends about it."

"Do you think you can track it down?" I asked.

"Possibly. Most memory blocking spells are very simple. The person experiences a blank concerning the entire incident. However, this spell only blocks one thing, the identities of the people giving out the drug and the essence stealing spell."

"So we're dealing with someone who's very knowledgeable concerning spells?" I asked.

"And that makes them very dangerous too. Be careful, my dear."

I nodded. "Oh, I'm going out with Mick again." I let out a sigh. "At least being a bad girl is getting deeper into his circle of friends."

"I wish I had something to say to make you feel better."

"At least I'm gaining insight into what it must have been like to have been the original Iona."

 

Chapter 48

 

As the weekend approached, I began to feel the anticipation of being with Mick. I guess I should be thankful that I could control myself for the most part the rest of the week. I was often with him at school now. We walked to class together, grabbing little kisses when we could. I only wore skirts to school, as Mick liked my legs. It was weird, how easily I complied with his desires. I also found that I was fantasizing more and more about having sex with him during my sessions with the wand.

"So, I'll pick you up at seven?" he asked as we walked out to the parking lot.

I nodded.

"Do me a favor? Can you wear that short leather skirt? You look so hot in it," he asked.

"Sure," I replied and we kissed.

"See you at eight," he stated as he walked away. "We're going to a party, and I want you to look special!"

Chapter 49

I dressed differently for this date. I wore my short leather skirt and three-inch heels. I also had a low cut red blouse under my leather jacket. My makeup went on a bit thicker than normal, and I used a lip-gloss over my bright red lips. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw the original Iona standing there. Still, I knew I had to go through with it. Mick had access to the raves and I had to get invited.

I told myself that I was doing this to catch the bad guys. I wasn't totally convinced. I felt guilt over giving into my lust, even if it was to get better accepted. Salem must have sensed my internal conflict and came running into my room.

I played with her for a while and I did feel better, maybe she was my familiar!

Mick picked me up and was obviously pleased with my appearance.

"Wow! Carly, you look fantastic!" he exclaimed just before kissing me.

As we headed out I asked where the party was.

"It's over at Zach's house. He's got a great sound system in his house; he's also got the best dope in town."

We arrived a few minutes later. There were already several other cars in the driveway. Mick slipped his arm around me and led me into the house.

I guess I shouldn't have been shocked, but everyone at the party was drinking beer. I also saw a few joints being passed around. The music was blaring so loud that you could feel it in your chest.

Mick got us each a beer as we worked our way through the crowd. I recognized several of our lunch group there. I also saw Zoë, Sharon, and Kelly. To my slight surprise, Zoë and Kelly seemed to be a couple. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, smoking a joint. Zoë had her arm around Kelly's shoulders. They saw me and waved.

Mick and I sat down on another couch in the family room. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss. Zach walked up and handed Mick a joint. Soon we were sharing it.

It soon became evident that Mick was trying to get me stoned. I had a pretty good tolerance for alcohol, but the combination of the grass and beer was soon taking its toll. I could feel my control of lust slipping. I was fast losing track of time and how long we had been at the party.

Mick's hand slipped down closer to my right breast and he began to rub my nipple with his finger. I felt my nipple harden, as my breathing got heavier.

"I knew you'd like that," he whispered.

I nodded back, vainly attempting to maintain my composure. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I found that I had a little trouble walking. I guess it was a combination of the beer, drugs, and high heels.

I waited in line to use the bathroom. Thankfully, it moved quickly. As I was leaving, Zoë was the only one waiting to get in. She walked in as I tried to step out and pulled me back in.

"Carly, I was hoping to talk to you alone," she stated, as she locked the door behind her.

"What's up, Zoë?" I asked. I was having difficultly focusing.

"I noticed you didn't seem all that shocked to see me with Kelly."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I like girls and I like you," whispered Zoë.

In my heightened sexual state, I could only smile back and look at her with lust.

Zoë smiled back. "Cool. I know we don't have time tonight, but I just wanted to make sure." She then leaned over and kissed me. I returned her passion and we shared a long slow kiss.

"That was nice," she remarked.

"It was," I replied honestly.

"You'll like it even more when you've taken some ecstasy," she added.

"Tonight?" I asked.

"No, silly. In a few weeks there'll be another party, and I know you'll be there. You're pretty wild, and to think some of us thought you were a plant," continued Zoë.

I giggled.

Zoë laughed too and then kissed me again. "Now you'd better get back to Mick, but soon, you'll be with me."

We walked out of the bathroom. Fortunately, two girls coming out of a bathroom wasn't that unusual.

I walked back to Mick. He looked up and smiled. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into Zoë," I replied.

"Okay. I don't mind sharing you with a girl," he replied with a laugh. "Maybe I could watch!"

Apparently Zoë's taste for other girls was well known.

We began to make out on the couch. I could feel my panties getting moist as my lust increased. Mick seemed to feed off this, and it was obvious that we needed to find some privacy.

We headed out of the party to his car. It was also apparent that I was much more wasted than Mick. I tried to replay the evening and seemed to remember that he only had two beers, while I had double that, plus the grass.

Mick drove us over to his house.

"Parents out of town again?" I asked.

Mick smiled. "Yes, how convenient!"

He led me in. We sat down on a couch in the family room. Mick pulled out another joint and lit it and handed it to me. I took a long drag, as Mick nodded his approval.

We began to kiss again. Mick began to undress me and I offered no resistance at all. My blouse and bra were soon off as he began to lick, kiss, and suck my nipples. Even in my clouded mind, something seemed wrong. Mick was too good at this. He was obviously an experienced and accomplished lover. His touch was always just right.

Mick then stood up and led me upstairs. I was only wearing my panties and heels by now; everything else was already lying on the carpet of the family room.

He led me into his bedroom and onto his bed. Mick undressed in front of me and then lay down beside me, his erect cock pressing against my legs.

"You want to do this?" he asked breathlessly.

I nodded eagerly.

"You want me to use protection?" he asked.

I wasn't that out of it and nodded again. I was protected by my tattoo, but I had to play the part of a teenage girl.

So, Mick and I made love in his bed. I have to admit that it was thoroughly enjoyable from a purely carnal viewpoint. Later on, I remembered how it was when I'd had sex when I was a teen. It was sloppy and brief the first few times, as I felt lucky just to be having sex. But Mick was different; he made love as if he was an adult. He took his time and built up our pleasure before bringing us to climax.

After he dropped me at home, I immediately sought out Amelia and told her what had happened.

Thankfully, my mind was much clearer now and I was pretty coherent. We sat together on the couch, drinking tea. Salem found a way to cuddle in between the two of us.

Amelia sat there listening to my tale of teenage debauchery. When I finished, she set down her mug.

"Your observations about Mick are very interesting."

"He's not the typical teen," I replied.

"I think I'll have Mrs. Dylan do a background check on him."

"You don't think he's the pusher do you?" I asked.

"Maybe, but unlikely. But from what you've described I have my doubts he's what he appears."

I sipped my tea. "What about Zoë?"

"We'll check her out too. That makes two times that she's brought up ecstasy to you. I think she may be your ticket to the rave," replied Amelia.

"Okay, that makes sense. Oh, what about Mr. Hedgecock?" I thought about mentioning Sharon and Kelly, but neither seemed suspicious.

"The story about the hepatitis was created by Jim's parents."

"Oh. Well, that makes sense."

"Are there any other students that you want us to check up on?" asked Amelia.

I searched my memory. "Maybe Zach, the boy who had the party. He mentioned that he has worked a few raves, and he's Mick's source for pot."

"You've done well, my dear."

I nodded and began to pet Salem. She rolled over on her back and purred in delight.

"Honey, don't beat yourself up over what happened with Mick tonight. I know that it bothers you, but remember why you're doing this," comforted Amelia.

I tried to smile but couldn't. My lips began to quiver and the tears started. I felt dirty and cheap. I also felt that I was betraying Bill. Amelia pulled me close and held me. She stroked my head and comforted me.

Deep down I knew that she was right, but I didn't like the person I was becoming at school, even if that was exactly the type of person that I needed to become.

Chapter 50

I e-mailed Jamie and found out that he was staying with his grandparents for another week. He told me that he needed the time away to plan out his life. He also sent me several websites on the occult and asked me what I thought of them. I sent him back the website concerning Beth's friend Celeste and her foundation.

I actually checked out the websites Jamie sent me. For the most part they were total garbage, filled with misinformation and fantasy. There was one site that I found interesting. It actually had an article on magical drugs, which included a section on X-2. I forwarded the website to Amelia.

I disliked the fact that I had to limit my time with Bill and Aunt Kayla, but as Amelia said, you can never tell who's watching you. I did e-mail Bill and let him know how much I missed him.

Beth called and told me she had a great idea for spring break.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

"I want you to come here," she stated.

"And how do we explain how I know you?"

"Well, my parents and closest friends know my secret. I know we can trust them," replied Beth.

"How many people are we talking about?" I asked.

"My parents and two agent friends of ours. Don't worry about them, one is a very cool trans-woman."

"And she's an agent?" I asked in a stunned tone.

"Yep. She's the one that I've worked with in the past. Her name is Ally and she's way cool. Her partner is Carol, and is equally trustworthy."

I thought about it. Aunt Kayla had told me that it was up to me as to who I disclosed my true identity to. She said that I should learn to trust my feelings. She'd also taught me a very effective memory spell that I could use to protect myself, should they freak out. Beth obviously had great trust in these people as she'd shared her equally incredible secret with them.

"What do we tell the rest of the people in your life?"

"Oh, that part's easy. My cover story is that I used to live in San Diego. When my parents were killed, I moved to DC to live with my godparents, who adopted me."

"And I thought I had an interesting life!"

"I'll just tell everyone that you're an old friend from back in San Diego. Actually, that part is true!"

We both laughed.

"I'll think about it, and get back to you."

"Cool. I really want to see you again."

I called Aunt Kayla and told her about my conversation with Beth. She asked me the names of Beth's parents and friends. I told her what I knew.

"Why do you want to know that?" I asked.

"Fiona knows someone who works for the Agency. With your permission, I'll have her do a check on them to see if they can be trusted."

"Where don't we have people?" I asked with a laugh.

"The White House," replied Aunt Kayla.

"Too bad."

Chapter 51

I knew that I had a few weeks until the next rave. So far every event had occurred during a full moon. Thanks to my growing reputation as a party girl, I felt confident that I would be invited. All I had to do now was wait and maybe nose around a little.

Mick was very affectionate with me. I was a bit worried, as I remembered how boys often dumped girls once they'd "conquered" them. Mick was different, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. While I wasn't happy with giving in so easily, I did like him a lot. He never made me feel cheap and he seemed to enjoy our long conversations too. He called me an oasis in a desert of conventionality. We once spent two hours discussing the movie Citizen Kane. Most of my classmates didn't even know who Orson Welles was.

Salem had worked her way deeply into my heart. She often slept on the foot of my bed. She was also very good at sensing my emotional state. Additionally she ran to greet me every day when I came home from school. It was hard to imagine what life was like before she came into my life.

Beth called me in early March and told me the wonderful news that she was now a big sister. Her mom had given birth to a healthy baby boy. They'd named him Steven, after her father. Beth said that this would have no impact on my visit, should I be allowed to visit her. In fact, Beth said that it would be a good diversion.

A few days later Kayla called me concerning Beth's family and associates.

"I tend to agree with your friend. From what I've been told, they sound like the type that can be trusted. To be honest, I wouldn't mind meeting her friend Ally myself," stated Aunt Kayla.

"Cool. So, you have no objections of me going out to see her?" I asked.

"No. I think it would be good. It would also fit into your character of Carly. It would make sense for her to go back to visit old friends on break, and it will also give you a break from Mick," added Aunt Kayla.

"True."

Aunt Kayla told me more about Beth's family and friends. I soon felt confident that I could trust them.

"Anything new on the memory spell that is being used on the teens?" I asked.

"No, but we're studying it. It's very unique," replied Aunt Kayla.

She also told me that background checks of Zach, Zoë, and Mick didn't show anything unusual.

"That's not really all that surprising. The person doing this is very devious," added Aunt Kayla.

I thought about that. Mick didn't seem devious, but then again I was biased.

 

Chapter 52

Friday evening, Mick and I went to another party. I was dressed in a short red leather skirt, high heels, and a silk blouse. On the way to the party, Mick asked me about the tattoo on my back.

"When did you get it?" he asked.

"I spent the summer with my cousin in Boston. She was going to college up there, and she wanted to get one. I lied about my age, and they never bothered to check," I stated.

"It's pretty cool. The symbols look Celtic," he noted.

"That's what the person at the shop said. I just though it looked cool," I replied. "My mother's side of the family are Scots."

Mick nodded. "I thought so with that stunning red hair. Believe it or not, that's what first caught my eye about you."

I looked over at him and laughed. "Really now?"

Mick laughed back.

"So what attracted you to me?" he asked.

"Your sense of humor," I replied.

"That's a first!"

"So, where's the party this week?" I asked.

"At Kelly's house," he replied.

The party was pretty much a repeat of the previous one, lots of drinking and dope. I noticed that I wasn't looked at with as much suspicion this week. Kelly met us as we walked in. She was already slightly buzzed.

Zach waved at us as he adjusted the volume on the sound system. Mick walked over and talked to him. I saw Zach slip Mick a small bag of grass. So, we would be getting high again, I thought.

As the evening progressed, I achieved a pretty good buzz myself. The combination of alcohol and dope had me feeling pretty loose. Mick excused himself to talk to Zach some more, so I worked my way around the party. I was surprised at some of the students who I saw at the party. Some of them seemed so straight at school, they probably thought the same about me. I saw Kelly dancing very suggestively with Zoë and Sharon. High school was never like this the first time, I thought.

I was standing on the deck getting some fresh air, when I felt someone come up behind me. It was Zoë and she came up and slipped her arms around me.

I turned around and she kissed me.

"Hmmm, I was hoping you'd show up," she cooed.

"Good to see you too," I replied. I could feel my sense of arousal rising.

"You look good enough to eat, Carly," she complimented.

I smiled back.

"Come with me," she stated, taking my hand.

"What about Kelly?" I asked.

Zoë giggled and winked back. She led me back in the house and upstairs. Two of the bedrooms were already occupied, but the third was empty. Zoë pulled me inside and locked the door.

We began to kiss. Zoë was more aggressive than Mick, and as we kissed her hands began to rub against my breasts and labia.

She pressed me down on the bed and lay down on top of me. Her hands gently held me down as she kissed me.

"I see you like to be controlled," she whispered. "I thought you would."

I didn't reply, and just kissed her back.

Zoë unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. Next she removed my bra.

"Carly, your breasts are a work of art."

She then leaned down and began to expertly lick and kiss my nipples. I was soon wriggling in ecstasy as she worked my nipples. I began to moan in pleasure, which only encouraged her to ravish me faster.

She worked me up to a wonderful sexual high before stopping. "We'll have to finish this another time," she whispered, planting a seed in my mind.

I reached for my bra, but she took it from me. "A souvenir," she smiled.

I smiled back and put on my blouse, without my bra.

I checked myself in the mirror and reached for my purse.

"Carly, here, use my lipstick," she offered.

I nodded and took her lipstick. It was a brighter red than mine. I topped it off with some lip-gloss.

"Stunning!" she exclaimed. "Send Mick my love."

We headed back to the party. While several guys noticed my braless look, a few girls noticed that Zoë and I were wearing the same lipstick.

Mick was waiting patiently for my return. "Have a good time?"

I just nodded and then kissed him.

"You ready to leave?" he whispered.

"Yes," I replied.

"By the way, I like the braless look," he quipped.

Chapter 53

The lovemaking was superb. Mick wasn't quite as good as Bill, but he was close. We were lying together in his bed. My head was resting on Mick's chest, his right arm around me.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"When did you know you were bi?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment. "Not sure. Actually Zoë is the first girl I've been with." Not exactly a lie. For Carly, Zoë was the first girl she was with.

"You've obviously thought about it," he remarked, as his finger made a slow gentle circle around one of my nipples.

"Yes. I guess I've always been curious about it."

"You're very open-minded, Carly." He leaned over and kissed me.

"So, do you like guys?" I asked.

Mick laughed. "To be honest, I've never given it much thought. Presently, I like females too much. I haven't grown tired enough of them to even consider it. Does that make sense?"

"You did a good job of not answering my question."

He laughed again. "Would it matter to you one way or the other?"

"No, not really."

"Okay then, you have my answer."

It was my turn to laugh now.

"Well, you better get dressed so I can take you home," commented Mick. "By the way, I like your lip color better than Zoë's."

Chapter 54

Amelia was waiting for me, along with Salem. I told her all about my evening, including my little fling with Zoë.

"She certainly is attracted to you," noted Amelia.

"Do you think that she's reacting to projected sexual urges?" I asked.

"Maybe there is an increased chemistry between the two of you. Can you tell me more about your sexual history?" asked Amelia.

I laughed. "Sorry, it's just that Mick asked a similar question earlier this evening. I considered myself heterosexual as a male. As Iona, I found that I was now attracted to men too. I've only been with one woman, and that was Karen. Bill is the only man that I've been with, until Mick. As for the original Iona, I have no idea."

"Okay. This girl, Zoë, I take it she's pretty well out of the closet," asked Amelia.

"Yes. Although I'm not sure if she's a lesbian or bi. Do you think that it's important?" I asked.

"Probably nothing. Oh, Jamie called and he'll be back in town late this weekend. He'd like to see you sometime this week."

"Cool. How does he sound?" I asked.

"Actually, quite well. There is a sense of self peace in his voice."

"Cool. Maybe he can come over here. I'd love for him to meet Salem!"

Hearing her name, Salem looked up and made a mewing sound. I picked her up and began to pet her.

"I see the training is going well," replied Amelia.

"You can't train a cat," I replied.

"I wasn't talking about the cat," retorted Amelia with a smile.

"Touché," I replied.

"Have you decided if you're going to DC?" asked Amelia.

"Yes. I think I can trust Beth and her judgment. Aunt Kayla also said that her friend in the Agency agrees that Beth's parents and friends can be trusted. It's also outside of the full moon period, so I won't be missing much," I replied.

"I think it's a great idea. Other than the sex and drugs, this has been a great opportunity for you to broaden your life experience as a woman. You missed out on so much."

"I know. I'm looking forward to seeing Beth, but I'll be glad when this is over. I really hope we catch whoever or whatever has been hurting these kids soon."

"That makes two of us," added Amelia.

Salem mewed.

"I guess that makes it unanimous!"

Chapter 55

The following morning I called Beth and told her the good news. She was ecstatic.

"This is so cool, I can't wait to see you," she replied.

"What did you tell you parents?" I asked.

"I told them that an old friend is coming for a visit," she replied.

"And do they know that I'm a teenage girl?" I asked.

"Yes. That raised a few eyebrows, but they trust me."

"Okay." I didn't mention that there was someone with magical powers in The Agency.

"When are you flying in?" she asked.

"I haven't made my flight arrangements yet. I'll be doing that today, I'll send you my itinerary by e-mail," I replied. "How's your baby brother?"

"Very sweet. He's been a doll so far. I'm surprised that he hasn't cried more," replied Beth.

"I'm happy for you," I replied.

"I'm so happy that I have a family. It's made my transition so much easier," she replied.

"I know. I'm lucky to have a family here too."

"How's Salem?" she asked.

"Sleeping in my lap," I replied. "I wish you could see her!"

Beth laughed. "I just can't imagine you so gaga over a kitten!"

"I know, but she has defiantly worked her way into my heart."

"Oh, have you talked to Jamie about the institute?"

"No, not yet. He just got back in town and I'm going to see him today. I'll bring it up then. Any chance that I could meet Celeste during my visit?"

"That's a great idea. She's been in Philly the past few weeks checking on our condo. She's been meaning to come down here for awhile."

We talked for another hour. It was amazing how our lives had changed so drastically since sailing together.

Chapter 56

 

I drove over to Jamie's house. It was raining softly, but I didn't mind. I loved San Diego, but our weather was too nice. I really appreciated days when we had weather; I guess I was in the minority.

Jamie's mom met me at the door. "Hi, Carly. Jamie will be right down."

We hugged and walked into the kitchen.

I was carrying a folder with printed out pages from Celeste's institute. Mrs. King saw it.

"Is that for Jamie?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes," I replied. I then gave her a sanitized version of Beth's and my friendship and how I'd learned about Celeste's institute.

I showed her the printouts. To my delight, she seemed very interested.

"So they help teens who have had gender changes forced on them? I can't believe that there are monsters out there doing that to innocent children," she exclaimed.

"They also help teens with naturally occurring gender issues," I added, pointing to the printout.

"And you thought that they might be able to help Jamie? That's very sweet of you, Carly."

"I just wanted to give him an option," I replied.

Mrs. King nodded.

Just then Jamie came into the kitchen. He had changed slightly since I last saw him. His breasts were slightly larger, as were his hips. His face was rounder and softer too. There was little masculinity left in his appearance.

"Hi Jamie," I greeted. I stood up and hugged him.

"Good to see you too, Carly."

His voice was also higher than before.

Jamie was dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeve t-shirt. I could see that he was wearing a bra. I noticed that he was now wearing a women's watch.

Jamie sat down at the table and looked at the printouts on the table. I told him about it and he seemed interested.

"We went to see a specialist when we were up in the bay area. Just like the others, he had no explanation why I've become like this," said Jamie.

I nodded.

"Maybe it's time to accept the inevitable," he sighed.

His mom reached over and took him by the hand.

I wished I knew the right thing to say.

Jamie shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry. I just have to vent every now and then. I can't believe that this is happening to me."

"You'll survive," I remarked with a smile.

"I just wish I knew why this happened. The doctors have no explanation; they're baffled. What did I do to deserve this?" he bemoaned.

"Sometimes there's no reason. Things just happen."

Jaime smiled. "That's it? Things just happen?"

I smiled back. "I'm no philosopher."

We looked at the printout for a while. Jamie saw it as an option, which was all I could hope for.

We grabbed a couple of sodas and headed into the family room. Jamie told me about his trip and I told him about Salem.

"Did you read those websites that I sent you?" asked Jamie.

"I did."

"What did you think about the one that mentioned ecstasy? What did they call it again? Oh yes, X-2," asked Jamie.

"Is that what you think you took?" I asked.

He nodded. "The descriptions of the drug's effects were identical to what I experienced."

"But there was nothing in the article about changing a person's gender," I added.

"I know. I think that's what the drink was for," replied Jamie.

He was very perceptive. I wondered if he had some repressed powers.

"Have you found anything like that in your research?" I asked.

Jamie smiled. "You really believe me, don't you?"

"Why not? I replied. "I believe that there's a lot of things out in the world that we can't explain with science."

"Me too! That's why the doctors are so confused."

"Can I ask you something?"

Jamie nodded.

"Are you still slipping towards acceptance of your feminine status?"

He nodded. "I not ready to call myself a girl, but there's not much left of maleness."

I nodded.

"Can I tell you something… rather private?" He glanced over to see if anyone was listening.

"Sure," I replied.

"My… my dick is so small," he whispered. "I can still get off, but it feels so different, not like it felt before. It feels really, really good, in some ways even better, especially when I play with my nipples too." He then described what it felt like.

I nodded, but didn't say a word.

"What?" he asked.

I let out a breath. "You may not want to hear this, but what you just described sounds similar to how I feel when I have an orgasm. I can't compare it to anything else, but you mentioned how it's a whole body experience, that's what mine feels like." Okay, I lied, but I didn't think that Jamie was ready to hear that I had once been a twenty-seven-year-old man.

"Oh," replied Jamie. He thought about what I'd said for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "Regardless, it still feels pretty good."

We both laughed.

"If you decide that you want to dress more feminine, I'll be glad to help you," I offered.

"Thanks. Don't be disappointed if I don't take you up on your offer anytime soon."

"I understand," I replied with a smile.

I wanted to ask him about his classmates, but decided that it wasn't the right time.

We agreed to meet the following week.

Jamie and I hugged. I was determined more than ever to find out who had done this to him.

Chapter 57

I learned to my horror that I was now considered a child by the airlines! I would have to be accompanied by an adult during check-in, and had to be met by an adult upon arrival. I begged Amelia to change my age to eighteen, but she said it was too complicated. I think she enjoyed seeing me pissed off. At least I could fly by myself.

Bill also got a laugh out of it. He sent me a long e-mail ragging me for being a "child." I sent him one back reminding him that I still had my powers. He sent me a photo of him sticking his tongue out at me. I was laughing too hard to be angry.

I really missed him. While I still had some male traits, when it came to romance I was totally female. It was hard to imagine that I had ever been male when it came to love. I adored the way Bill treated me and couldn't wait until we were back together.

Mick was a great lover, but there was no love there. It was pleasurable and satisfying, but I never sensed that Mick really loved me. I could tell that he cared about me and was becoming protective of me, but I didn't sense real love. Mick was very hard to figure out in so many ways.

Zoë still worried me. I guess it was because I wasn't quite used to the idea of another girl actively lusting after me. When I'd had sex with Karen, it had been very spontaneous and mutual. The times we had been together, I had been wasted and my sexual urges were at their highest. I wondered if she knew this or was affected by me projecting my urges.

I was pretty sure that Zach was the one the distributing the X-2, as he seemed to be the biggest dealer on campus. There were several questions that I wanted to know the answers to. Why was Zach dealing X-2? And did he know what he was dealing?

I just had to get invited to the next rave.

Chapter 58

I arrived home from school on Monday and was surprised to find Amelia home before me. She had a very worried look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I immediately asked.

"Jim tried to kill himself," she stated.

I stared back in shock. "How?"

"He tried to OD on sleeping pills. Thankfully, his mother found him in time."

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"He's going to be okay," she replied.

"Is he?"

"I'll cast a protection spell on him. It will prevent him from attempting to kill himself again."

"That doesn't solve the problem."

She nodded. "It's all we can do for now. By the way, this isn't common knowledge. I only told you because of your involvement in the case."

I nodded. "Zoë and her friends asked me to go out shopping again tomorrow. I'm thinking that's when I'll get my invitation to the next rave."

 

Chapter 59

After school we all met at Zoë's house and then piled into Kelly's SUV to head up I-15 to the mall. Sharon sat in the front next to Kelly and I sat in the back next to Zoë.

Along the way we talked about school, music, and boys. Zoë's fingers began to rub against my bare legs.

As we headed into the mall, Zoë turned to me. "We need to get something very special for you. After all this is going to be your first rave!"

So, I was in! "Really? That's so cool!"

Kelly smiled. "I remember my first one… sort of… I know I had a good time, I just don't remember what I did!"

"So, it's true. Blondes have more fun; brunettes remember what they did!" piped in Sharon.

Kelly stuck her tongue out at Sharon as we laughed.

Zoë led us to a shop that sold rather risqué outfits. The other girls pointed out a red and black PVC mini dress that they said would be perfect for me. I countered that I would wear it if they each wore a similar one. That killed that thought dead in its tracks.

I settled on a black spandex mini-dress. It was essentially a tube, but it was better than many of the outfits that the others bought. I had a black lace shawl that I knew would give me a bit more coverage.

Next we went for shoes. Kelly said that I needed something sexy and comfortable enough to dance in. I eventually found a nice pair of 4" pumps that I could actually move in. I would have preferred to get a pair of boots, but they were too expensive.

We also bought some new makeup. While I had bought a few pieces of clothing and jewelry as Carly that I wanted to use in Iona's world, I knew for a fact that there wasn't one bit of my makeup that I wanted once I re-entered the adult world! The same could be said for the colors of nail polish. Still, I must admit it was fun to try some different looks. Teens can do that!

By the time the shopping trip was over, I had everything I needed to dress up for the rave. I couldn't wait to get home and tell Amelia that I was in!

Thankfully, it was a weeknight and everyone had to go their separate ways. I could tell that Zoë wanted me, but she too had to leave.

Amelia was very pleased that I was officially invited to the next rave. She called up Bill and told him the good news. Now came the reality of what I was about to do.

Amelia sat me down and told me again what sort of reactions I might have to the X-2. The goal was for me to see who was giving out the X-2 without me actually taking it, but we both knew that was unlikely.

"I want you to wear the tracking earrings. If something happens to you, we'll at least be able to find you," stated Amelia. She was referring to a pair of black stone earrings that would allow her to locate me. They had previously saved me during my showdown with Keir, the man who'd initially tattooed Iona.

"Okay. I think they'll look great with my dress," I replied. "Then again, what doesn't go with black spandex?"

Amelia shook her head in mock disgust.

 

Chapter 60

The following day I was called out of class to see my guidance counselor. Now let me say that I had been at Bernardo Valley for almost two months and this was the first time that I had talked to her. I didn't even know her name until I was called up to see her.

Her name was Ms. Watkins. She was in her late thirties and dressed very nicely. It was obvious that she cared greatly about her appearance. I recognized her jacket and skirt as top-of-line stuff.

She also had the condescending attitude that so many so-called educators have when they are forced to deal with students face to face. I could just tell that she hated her job and thought of herself as being so superior. Needless to say, I took an instant dislike to her.

I was sitting across from her. I was wearing a short blue dress. For whatever reason, I seemed to only wear very short dresses and skirts. Maybe it was because Mick like seeing my legs, or maybe it was just because I was having fun with being a teen. I could sense that she didn't approve of my outfit.

"I've heard that you've been hanging out with some rather undesirable people. You're judged by the company you keep," she stated.

I wondered which group she was referring to, Mick and his friends or Zoë and her friends.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Have I been accused of doing anything wrong?"

Instead of answering my question, Ms Watkins sighed in an annoying manner and opened up a file, which had my name on it. "You're not making a good impression here, young lady."

I was about to speak when she held up her hand. "I see that you recently transferred here from a private school in the Washington DC area," she read. Her reading glasses were perched on the end of her nose.

I nodded. There was something in the tone of her voice I didn't care for. It was as if she was being critical of my background.

"I also see that your grades are above average," she continued.

My grades indicated that I had a solid 3.93 average. A bit more than "above average." Still, I kept my mouth shut.

"From what I've seen you haven't done much here. Your teachers report that your class work is good, but you often seem bored and distracted, as if you were concentrating on something else besides your studies. You haven't graduated yet."

She must have been referring to the times I was trying to get a read on my classmates. I shrugged my shoulders.

She closed the folder and took off her glasses. Very carefully, she closed her glasses and placed them in their case. She then stared in my direction.

"You know, Carly, I've seen others like you here and I just want to say that it won't work," she stated firmly.

I cocked my head to one side. "What're you talking about?" I didn't think she was on to the fact that I wasn't really a teen, but I had no idea of what she was accusing me of.

She sighed. "I realize that you're about to graduate, but you have to live in California for a year before becoming a resident. If you're trying to get a break on your tuition to a UC school, then you were misinformed."

I stared back in disbelief. "You think I transferred out here to just get into a UC school?"

"Yes. I've seen it many times before. Parents send their children to live with a relative and hope to get a break on their tuition. Not that I can blame them, the costs are very high."

"You have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't transfer out here to get into some stupid UC school!" I replied. I had seen her diploma behind her from UC Irvine. "I've already been accepted by Georgetown." Another lie, but how would she check?

She got very rigid and defensive. "Then why did you transfer out here?" she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

Okay bitch, I thought, since you fired the first round without doing your research, then I'm going to return it full salvo and make you feel awful. I had had a guidance counselor like her when I was originally in high school and I had been powerless to tell her what I really thought of her. I was sick of people like this lording over kids without knowing what they were saying.

"I was raised by my father. My mother died when I was young. Two months ago my father died suddenly," I stated, a quiver growing in my voice. "I was sent out here to live with his sister. Now, I love my aunt, but I didn't want to come out here! I miss my old school, my old friends, my old house, but mainly I miss my dad!" I wiped away a tear. While it was mostly an act, the tears were real, as I really did miss my dad.

Ms. Watkins sat there unable to respond one way or another. She was too stunned to even think to hand me a tissue. Luckily one of the other counselors was walking by and heard my outburst. She began to comfort me, while asking me what happened.

Her name was Mrs. Carpenter, and she was totally different from Ms Watkins, in that she still cared about the students. She help me get composed and asked me if I was okay. She then told me not to worry about it and to go back to class. I figured she was about to have a heart to heart with Ms. Watkins.

As I walked out of the office, the door was slammed behind me. I smiled to myself on the way back to English Lit, knowing that Ms. Watkins was getting a lesson herself.

 

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