Turbulence: Back to School

by

Julie O

Edited by Amelia R.

 

Chapter 61

I hung out with Mick after school. We drove to a local coffee house. I had a cappuccino and he had a double espresso. We shared a slice of cheesecake.

"You excited about going to the rave?" He asked, as he fed me a forkful of cheesecake.

"Yes, it should be exciting," I replied.

He nodded. "You're a lot like me, you seek out earthly pleasures."

I thought that was an odd way of putting it, but I kept my mouth shut.

He smiled and then leaned over and kissed me. I instantly began to feel my sexual sensations awakening. Mick pulled back for a second, as if he had sensed the change. A wicked smile grew on his face. His eyes ran down my body, taking me in.

I could feel my nipples hardening as he stared at them. I looked down and could see them through my sweater. I also began to feel the juices forming in my vagina. I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue.

Mick stood up and helped me up. "You want to come over my place?"

I giggled at the corniness of his line.

"Is that a yes?" he asked.

I broke out in a big grin. "Of course."

"Cool. I have something special for you."

Ten minutes later we arrived at his house.

"Where are your parents?" I asked.

"Out of town," he stated. "They travel all the time."

Mick led me into his bedroom. I sat down on the edge of his bed. He pulled a bag out of his closet and carried it over to me.

"Here. These are for you. I'm pretty sure that they'll fit. You can change in the bathroom," he stated.

I smiled, stood up, and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and opened the bag. Inside was a striking emerald green lace bustier. It had matching lace panties, also emerald green. Additionally there was a green garter belt with silk stockings. Mick even had bought a pair of four-inch pumps, also green. There was also a small bottle of perfume.

I quickly changed and was impressed that everything fit. My hair was presently pulled to the back in a ponytail. I brushed out my hair, so that it now hung over my shoulders. The curls seemed to flow around my face. I touched up my makeup and gently applied some perfume to my body. The scent was a bit musky and exotic; I liked it. The label on the bottle said "Gypsy."

I studied my appearance in the mirror. This outfit wasn't the normal type of gift that a teen boy would give his girlfriend. I had to admit that while I loved the way I looked, there was something bothering me about Mick. I was convinced that he wasn't involved in the X-2 and essence thefts, but I had serious doubts if he was who he claimed to be. He was so mature in certain ways; maybe that's why I was so attracted to him?

I stepped out of the bathroom and found Mick sitting on the edge of his bed. The shades had been drawn closed and the only light was from several candles. I walked slowly out into the room and posed in front of him.

"Very nice — no, make that magnificent!" he remarked, as his eyes ran up and down my body. "Green is definitely your color. It fits with your Celtic heritage."

I smiled and walked closer. I could see that he was very turned on by my appearance, judging by his erection pressing against his jeans. "I'm a Scot, not Irish."

"True, but it's so difficult to find tartan lingerie," he replied with a wink.

I giggled. "Seriously, this is a lovely gift, but it's too much."

He shook his head and reached up and took my hands in his. "No, not for you. You're not a little girl, like your classmates. I see a beautiful woman, not just in your beauty, but also in your soul. Trust me on this one."

He pulled me into his arms and we began to kiss. There was a definite chemistry between us. I had thought it had been due to my decreased resistance thanks to the drugs and beer, but it wasn't. His touch just set me off. It's hard to explain, but there was magic between us.

A few hours later he dropped me off at my home. I felt so relaxed after our afternoon of lovemaking. We kissed and I walked inside.

Salem was waiting for me to return. She had a look on her face that seemed to say, "I know what you've been doing."

I scooped her up and carried her into the kitchen. Amelia wasn't home yet, so I started dinner. I set Salem down and she scurried off to chase one of her fuzzy balls that I kicked towards the dining room.

As I prepared dinner, I though about Mick and got a warm feeling throughout my body. What struck me about Mick was that he always ensured that our lovemaking was mutual. Now Bill did too, but he's an adult. Mick was seventeen and teenage boys aren't exactly interested in sharing.

I thought more about how good Mick was in bed. He was very expert and smooth, again similar to Bill. I was so lost in my thoughts that I never heard Amelia come in the house. When she asked me what was for dinner, I almost jumped through the ceiling.

As we ate the chicken breasts that I had cooked, I told her about my afternoon with Mick. She found my observations very interesting.

She then gave me a silver ring with a green stone mounted in it.

"It's not emerald, but it may be more valuable. The stone should block any memory spell, so you will be able to remember who is giving out the X-2," she said.

I slipped the ring on. It was a perfect fit. "Cool."

"As long as you wear it, you'll be protected. I want you to wear it all the time from now on."

"The rave won't be until next weekend," I replied.

But it will look less suspicious. You don't want to act or look different when you go to the rave. Earrings are changed all the time, but rings are different."

"Of course," I replied. "I know that I've been a bit distracted lately, but I want to get whoever is behind this."

"I know you do, dear."

Chapter 62

I stopped over to see Jamie on Saturday. He was looking more and more like a girl. His mom had bought him some more scrunchies to keep his long blonde hair out of his eyes. His breasts also looked larger. I wondered if the spell to steal his essence was still working.

He was wearing jeans and a red sweater. I was wearing a denim skirt and a green top. I wondered how soon it would be until Jamie was also in a skirt.

"When you were at Bernardo Valley, did you know Mick Allister?" I asked.

"Black hair, goatee, hangs out with the theater crowd?" asked Jamie.

I nodded.

"Only from some of my classes. Strange guy. I mean strange in a good way. He seemed different from everyone else. I once saw him reading Machiavelli's The Prince for fun! He said that I could learn a lot from it. I tried to read it, but couldn't make sense of it."

I smiled.

"Why do you want to know about Mick?" asked Jamie. Then it hit him. "Oh!"

"He's cute," I replied.

"I suppose," replied Jamie. "I may look like a girl, but I'm still not attracted to guys."

"Why should you be?" I replied. "Your sex has nothing to do with your sexual attraction to someone."

Jamie nodded. "I wonder if my parents will like me if I'm a lesbian?" He then began to laugh.

I joined in. It was good that he was starting to accept what had happened to him.

"Do you know Zach Randle?"

"Stay away from him. He's the biggest dealer on campus. I know he hangs with Mick sometimes, but Mick is okay. Zach has a dark side and while he appears nice and friendly, he can be really crazy. I once saw him beat up a kid at lunch. Turns out the kid owed Zach money for dope," stated Jamie.

"Do you think Zach was the one who gave you the X-2?" I asked.

"Could be. It wouldn't surprise me if it was him."

I nodded.

"Anyone else you want to ask me about?" he asked with a grin.

"How about Zoë?"

Jamie glanced at his wrist. "I don't know if we have enough time to talk about her. Zoë is hard to get a read on."

I stared back, waiting for Jamie to start.

"I knew her back in tenth grade. She was very different then. I mean, you might not even notice her, even if she sat next to you. She was … well, she was average. Not all that smart or pretty, kinda shy, she was also the type of girl that people liked to pick on. She took a lot of shit from other people."

"How do you remember her?" I asked.

"I was her lab partner in science. She wasn't that bad once you got to know her. She just wanted friends."

"So what happened?"

"Beats me. She left the summer before eleventh grade and returned for this year. She was totally different. I mean she was suddenly one of the hottest girls on campus. I was in a few of her classes and she was easily the smartest one. She also seemed more self-confident. I guess she was a late bloomer," continued Jamie. "Why?"

"I have her in a few classes. We're becoming friends. So, where did she go?"

"I think she went to some private school up in Washington. Yes, that's right, she went to a charter school designed to improve a person's self esteem. I guess it worked."

"Do you know the name of the school?" I asked.

"She never told me, otherwise I would have remembered," he replied.

"That's right!" I laughed.

"Has she hit on you yet?" asked Jamie with a smile.

"Yes, but it's harmless. I had gay and lesbian friends back in DC," I replied. Okay I lied, but what was the harm?

"Don't be so sure. Zoë has become aggressive when she sees someone she wants. It's weird, but for someone so feminine, she sure can act like a guy at times."

I laughed. I hadn't really thought of that. Sure, Zoë was rather insistent about us getting together, but it was probably due to my projection of my lust due to my tattoo.

"I'm not worried about Zoë, she seems to be dating Kelly," I replied.

"Kelly's nice. Anyone else you want a report on?" Jamie started laughing.

"Okay, it's just that I'm new and I feel I can trust you," I replied.

"Most students are new at Bernardo Valley. I will say that you definitely have a wide range of friends. Still, stay away from Zach, he's bad news," suggested Jamie firmly.

I nodded again.

"Oh, my parents called that institute. They're going to send us some more information," said Jamie.

"And?" I asked.

"My parents think that it might be a good idea."

"Even your dad?" I asked.

"Yep. He's really accepting the fact that this might not be reversed." Jamie was pointing to his body.

"And what do you think?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I want to be a boy or a girl."

"Eventually you'll have to pick. Think in terms of your future, and whether you want to be a man or a woman."

"I know. I'm just not ready to make the big decision."

"It's a good thing that Jamie can be either a masculine or feminine name."

Jamie laughed. "I know."

I detected some nervousness in his laugh. "You've been thinking more and more about it, haven't you?"

He nodded. "I have to face reality. With the exception of a small dick, I'm a girl. I look like a girl, I sound like a girl, my emotions are more loose, and I'm becoming comfortable about it."

I thought about Jim and wished he had been as accepting of his fate.

"When you want to expand your wardrobe, I'll give you a hand," I offered.

"Wardrobe? Does that mean makeup and stuff like that too?" he asked tentatively.

I nodded. "Sure. I'm shifting my own style of makeup to a 'less is more' look. I'd be glad to help you."

Jamie nodded. "You do look better now."

I laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment!"

"You know what I mean! Is it hard to learn how to do it?" he asked softly.

"No. It just takes practice, and most of the time you'll only want a touch of lipstick."

"Okay. That makes sense."

I didn't press the point, but I figured that he was very interested.

"I notice you wear a lot of skirts. Are they comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't wear them!" I laughed. "Seriously, they're just a piece of clothing. I know it's not that simple for you, but I think you'll get used to them. The same is true for dresses."

Jamie nodded.

"Look, you got used to panties and bras. That was a huge step."

"I know. It's weird, but now putting on a bra is just part of getting dressed," replied Jamie.

"How big are you now?" I asked.

"You've noticed?"

"You're not the only observant one, Jamie," I replied.

"I'm up to 34-C. Mom said that I might get bigger, as most of the other women in our family are big breasted. She's D and my Aunt Terri is E! Yikes!"

We both laughed. I noticed that he said "other women" and I doubted that it was by misspeaking.

"It's still strange looking down and seeing them. I can't believe they're mine."

"If you decide to stay female, do you want to get the operation?" I asked.

Jamie shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. In theory, it seems more practical to have the operation. It would be easier to get by as a complete woman. On the other hand, just thinking about the surgery is scary."

"Screw practical. What do you want?" I asked.

Jamie laughed. "But I can't stay in between."

"And why not?" I asked.

Jamie was at a loss for words.

"You should do what feels right for you. I just want you to be happy, but I want you to know that I'll be there to help you."

Jamie smiled back and leaned over and hugged me. I knew then that he was going to be a successful young woman.

As I headed home, I thought about Jamie's observations about my classmates. I hoped he was right, as it meant that I was on the right path. I would keep an eye on Zach. Who was he getting the drugs from? And did he know the consequences of his actions?

Chapter 63

 

The days flew by and soon it was the day of the rave. Zoë said that she would help me get ready. She picked me up and we drove over to her house.

I was disappointed that Mick had called and said that he wouldn't be able to go to the rave. He had to go out of town on a family emergency, but he said that Zoë and the others would look after me.

"Have a great time. We'll talk about it when I get back," he stated.

Zoë did her best to cheer me up. Kelly and Sharon joined us and we dressed together. Sharon insisted on doing all our makeup. She did each of us in a very dramatic and exotic manner. My eyeshadow colors where bright and heavy. They streaked up to my hairline, giving me a very wild look.

Kelly brushed my hair out to match my face. I had to admit that it worked.

It didn't take very long to get dressed. My tube dress had built in under-wiring to support my breasts. The only other thing that I was wearing was a thong.

As we dressed, the other girls noticed my tattoo on my back.

"That is so cool! When did you get it?" asked Kelly, as she ran her fingers across it.

I told her the same lie that I had told Mick.

"We also have tattoos," confessed Sharon. She turned around and showed a small, smiling full moon on her ankle. It was located on the inside of her right ankle.

I saw that the others also had the same tattoo. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed them before.

"Those are nice. When did you get them?" I asked.

Kelly laughed. "We have no idea. I got it at a rave a few months ago."

"Same here," added Sharon. "I like it."

"Me too," added Zoë.

"I wonder who gave them to you?" I asked.

"I don't care. It looks nice," replied Kelly.

As we finished dressing, Zoë told me what to expect.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself. Your mind is about to be opened up and expanded."

I nodded. I was wearing both my ring and my earrings. Amelia was standing by, should I not return. I wondered if I would be able to cast my spells if I was high.

Chapter 64

We drove down south on I-15. Zoë wouldn't say where we were going. We turned off just before reaching the airbase and headed east. Twenty minutes later we turned off on an old fire road.

"There used to be a defense plant out here. The rave is at one of the old warehouses," confessed Zoë.

I was surprised to see how organized everything was. They even had private security. We were stopped by a uniformed security guard who checked his clipboard and waved us through. We drove for another mile and pulled into a parking lot. I looked at my watch, it was nearly nine.

From the old warehouse the sound of techno music was blaring. I couldn't imagine how loud it would be once we went inside.

"We're here, girls. Let's go knock them dead!" explained Zoë.

When we entered the building, the guard gave us each a bracelet made from the same material as glowsticks. Inside there were lights flashing and the music was so loud that you could feel it in your body. It was providing a sensory overload, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like "enhanced" by a drug.

I sensed Zach and saw him over by the DJ. So, he wasn't working this rave, well at least he wasn't working by playing the music. I saw him slip something to a girl who came up to him.

"Come on, Carly, we need to get in the mood," stated Zoë. She took me by the hand and pulled me in the direction of Zach. Kelly and Sharon followed us.

Zach saw us approaching and a sly smile came over his face. He reached into his pocket and handed a small bag to Zoë. I suddenly felt strange, as if my mind was becoming foggy. The ring was vibrating slightly as it tried to fight off the spell. It must have been a very strong spell, as I had to concentrate on Zach to remember that he was the dealer.

Zoë led us over to the juice bar and handed us each a pill.

"Where did you get it?" asked Kelly.

"I don't remember. It was just handed to me," replied Zoë.

So the spell was affecting them too.

"Here you go, girls, bottoms up!" stated Zoë as she handed us each a small yellow pill with X-2 pressed into it.

I noticed they were all watching me as I held the pill. Without hesitation I popped it in my mouth and sipped my juice.

"Good girl," whispered Zoë in my ear.

"How long does it take until I feel something?" I asked.

"Your trip down the rabbit hole will start soon, Alice," piped in Sharon with a giggle.

"You should start to feel something in the next thirty minutes," added Kelly. "At least, that's when it hit me the last time."

"Don't worry, you'll feel wonderful once it kicks in," stated Zoë. "Now let's go mingle."

As we headed through the crowded room, I could sense that most people were very relaxed. I didn't sense anyone in distress. I did excuse myself to use the restroom. While I really had to go, the main reason was that I wanted to write down Zach's name before I forgot it. As it was, I was struggling to remember that he was the one who gave Zoë the X-2.

Luckily, Amelia had thought of this potential problem and had given me a small piece of paper that I could write on. I could then slip it in the heel of my shoe. I returned to the main room and searched for Zoë and the others.

I found Zoë dancing with Kelly. Sharon was nowhere to be seen, although I sensed that she was nearby. I began to worry that the X-2 would have no effect on me, when suddenly I began to feel much more aware of my surroundings. The lights seemed brighter and I could see colors in them that I hadn't noticed before.

The music began to flow through me. I closed my eyes and could see the notes of the music as if they were different beams of light.

"Carly, you okay?" asked Zoë.

I turned and smiled at her and nodded.

"My, seems you set a new record. It's only been fifteen minutes since you took it," continued Zoë.

"Tell me, Carly, is this really your first time having ecstasy?" asked Kelly.

I nodded.

"And you're not a narc, right?" asked Sharon.

It was obvious that I was still being checked out. Amelia had told me that under X-2 a person was more likely to tell the truth. Thankfully, I wasn't too far gone.

"Me a narc? Please!"

"So what are you?" asked Sharon.

"I'm a sorceress!" I blurted out with a giggle.

Sharon and Kelly started to laugh along with me.

"Okay, enough of this, we know we can trust Carly," stated Zoë. She then slipped her arm around my waist and led me out to the dance floor.

We began to dance very close to each other. Thankfully the dance floor was crowded and everyone else was too wrapped up in his or her own world to notice Zoë and me.

Zoë had her hands all over my body and, to be honest, I wanted to be touched. My nipples were very hard and pressing through the thin spandex material. Zoë noticed them and ran her hands across them, causing me to wriggle in growing delight.

By now Zoë was also under the effects of the drug and she was also feeling total bliss. We just wanted to touch and feel each other's bodies.

"Is there somewhere we can go in private?" I whispered to her.

She smiled and led me off the dance floor. We headed towards the back of the room. I noticed a guard standing in front of a door. He grinned and opened it up for us. Zoë led me down the hall. There were several closed doors; I guess they were the offices. We stopped in front an open one and walked in, with Zoë closing the door behind us.

The room was empty except for a clean bed and a lamp. There were also hooks on the walls, obviously to hang clothing on. A sign next to the door reminded the occupants to clean up after themselves. I then noticed a box with antiseptic and paper towels in it in the corner.

Now that we had our privacy, we began to kiss and touch each other. Zoë soon had my dress off and was licking and kissing my naked body. I returned her affection and began to play with her equally excited nipples.

The music was loud enough that we could still hear and feel it in the room. It only added to our passion.

Zoë pulled off my thong and began to orally pleasure me. I was lying on my back writhing in sexual paradise. Her tongue knew exactly where to go to give me the most pleasure. She soon had me to the brink of orgasm. Her every touch seemed to flow through my body. Every part of my body felt more sensitive. I was totally under her control as she worked her magic. I soon experienced an explosive orgasm. I could see a glow of energy shoot outward from my body and through Zoë's as I came. It was like a flash of green light. I held her tight against my vagina as her tongue pressed deep into me.

As I lay there trying to recover, she slipped up next to me and began to kiss me. We were soon locked together in a deep loving embrace.

We took a short break and I indicated that I wanted to return the pleasure she had given me.

"No, not this time, Carly. It's that time of the month," she stated and then she kissed me. I soon was distracted as she began to play some more.

Okay, from here on out it gets fuzzy. I remember eventually heading back to the dance floor. My mind was awash with new sensations and feelings. It was very difficult to concentrate. I thought that I sensed Mick, but I couldn't focus enough and I was soon distracted by a strobe light.

I remember eventually being woken up by Kelly. I had apparently crashed on one of the many couches that lined the walls of the dance floor. The euphoria seemed to be passing and I felt very fatigued. I glanced at my watch and was stunned to see that it was after three in the morning.

Kelly was helping me up. Zoë and Sharon were standing there grinning at me.

"How're you feeling?" asked Sharon.

"Exhausted, but I'm glad I came," I replied.

Zoë giggled at my reply and I smiled back.

"Well, we better get home," stated Zoë.

"Are you okay to drive?" I asked.

She nodded. "No worries."

Thirty minutes later I was asleep in my bed.

Chapter 65

I slept in until well after two in the afternoon. Even after I got up, I felt exhausted. I slipped on some comfortable clothes, a bra, panties, sweatpants and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs to see Amelia. Salem followed. She had slept on my bed the whole time.

"I'm alive," I groaned.

"How do you feel?" asked Amelia, as she hugged me.

"Drained."

"Here, drink this tea, it will revitalize you," she stated, as she handed me a mug of spicy smelling tea.

I took a sip and raised my eyebrow. "This is good. What's in it?"

"You'd rather not know right now," she smiled. "Trust me, it's an old family recipe."

"I can tell it's not eye of newt and toe of frog," I joked.

We began to talk about the night and the rave. I was surprised at how many blanks there were in my memory.

"So who gave you the drugs?" she asked.

I sat there drawing a blank. "I have no idea. I kept the ring on, but apparently it didn't work."

Amelia nodded. "It may not have been powerful enough. Where are your shoes?"

I pointed upstairs. Amelia smiled and went up to get my heels.

"Do you remember writing this note?" she asked upon her return.

I shook my head.

"You wrote down 'Zach is the dealer.' Apparently you were able to fight off the loss of memory spell long enough to write this down," noted Amelia. "Well done."

"I don't remember doing it, but this is my handwriting. I even put the slash in the Z," I replied. The slash was my way of knowing that I had actually written the note.

"Okay, but I didn't see or sense anything strange during the rest of the rave. Well, I did momentarily sense Mick, but that must have been a mistake."

Amelia questioned me on this and many other facts about the night.

"What about the tattoo?" she asked.

"It obviously projected my sexual desires on Zoë. She was definitely aroused more than normal," I replied as I sipped my tea.

"No, I was talking about the one on the inside of your right ankle," noted Amelia, pointing down.

I held out my leg. Sure enough, there was a small smiling full moon on my ankle. "I have no idea."

"Well, I think we'd better go down to my office. I want to do a full examination of you."

Chapter 66

The good news was that I was perfectly healthy. The tattoo was non-magical as far as Amelia could tell.

"Look at it as a very interesting souvenir," she remarked.

"Okay. I went to the rave, I found out that Zack is dealing the X-2, I had wild sex with Zoë, and I have another tattoo. Where do we go next?"

"Scan your classmates on Monday. You know what you're looking for now, so it should be easier," replied Amelia.

"What about Zach?" I asked.

"We can't do a thing until we find who has been stealing the essences. Mrs. Dylan has scanned him twice and hasn't detected any magic. That may or may not mean anything. A long distance scan is only so effective."

"Could you learn something if you got him in here?" I asked.

"Yes, but I can't abduct him," she replied.

"Can't Bill do something? I mean, in human law you could get a warrant and question Zach. Can't the magic police do something?" I asked.

"The magic police? Yes, we could, but it might give away our investigation to the real villain in all this," replied Amelia.

"What if Zach was caught dealing real drugs?" I asked.

"I know where you're going, but we can't take the chance," explained Amelia.

I would have to wait until Monday to see if any more students had been violated.

Chapter 67

To my total surprise, I didn't detect anyone who might have been robbed at the rave. I thought I had a hit, but it turned out that the girl was upset because her period was late.

Mick was back in school. I asked him if everything was okay and he nodded.

"Sorry I missed the rave, I heard it was pretty good," he stated.

"I only remember bits and pieces of it," I answered.

Mick pulled me close. "I heard you and Zoë had a rather erotic dance together."

I began to blush.

"Hey, Carly, it's okay. Trust me, you weren't the only one exploring their sexuality there."

I nodded back.

"So, are you still flying back to DC for spring break?" he asked.

"Yes. I have to see our family lawyer, something about paying college tuition from my father's estate, so I combined the trip with a visit to see some old friends. I'm staying with my best friend back there. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," he replied. He leaned over and kissed me.

We had two weeks until break. I won't bore you with the mundane, let's just say that Mick and I got together enough times to make up for the week we would be missing.

 

Chapter 68

I sat staring out the window of the jet as we started our decent into Dulles Airport outside Washington DC. I was nervous wondering how Beth's family and friends would react to me.

I stepped off the plane and was met by Beth as soon as I entered the terminal. She was standing with a pleasant looking young woman.

Beth and I hugged. "Good to see you, old friend," she kidded.

"I've really missed you! So, how'd you get by security to get here?" I asked.

"The benefits of being with a federal agent," she replied. "Let me introduce you to my great friend, Ally Burns."

I had heard the name several times from Beth, but I hadn't thought she would be so young.

"So, you're Beth's old friend from San Diego. It's a real pleasure meeting you," stated Ally.

"I've heard her mention your name a few times," I replied. I sensed that she knew that I wasn't who I was claiming to be; yet she was playing along for Beth's sake. "Thank you so much for meeting me here."

"It's a pleasure. Well, we better go check on your luggage. Just so you're aware, my badge has no power when it comes to dealing with luggage handlers!" quipped Ally.

Beth and I laughed.

After picking up my bags, we headed toward Beth's house. To Ally's credit, she didn't ask any questions although I knew she was dying to. She knew Beth's real identity, so obviously I couldn't be a friend from Beth's old school. I imagined that they had run a background check on Carly Taylor and discovered that she really didn't exist. My fake identification was designed to fool high school officials, not federal agents.

The traffic was light and we arrived at Beth's house in relatively good time, according to Beth.

I was introduced to Beth's family and Ally's partner, Carol. They all seemed like nice people. Beth's mom, Maggie, was sitting in a rocking chair holding Stevie, their new baby. We sat down in the living room. I was sitting on the couch next to Beth.

"You ready?" whispered Beth to me.

I nodded nervously. "I suppose you all wonder how I know Beth?"

Maggie, Beth's mom responded first. "Obviously, you're not Carly Taylor."

Thankfully, there was a smile on her face.

"No. That's a story in itself. My original name was Roger Lyons and I served with Ben." I scanned the room. They looked back and forth at each other, but they seemed to believe me.

I continued with my story and told them how I'd become Iona and why I was presently Carly. Again, to my surprise and relief, they just sat there and absorbed my story.

"So that was you we met back in San Diego for the law enforcement seminar at San Diego State?" asked Maggie.

I nodded.

"And you really have magical powers?" asked Carol.

"Yes. I'm still learning about them. Mainly I can use them for sensing other people's feelings. I also know a few self-defense spells," I replied. I then described how some of my spells worked.

"That's amazing. I always suspected that people like you existed," remarked Ally. "So what do you sense now?"

I scanned the room. "I sense that some of you are a little uneasy, and that you're not sure if I've been telling you the truth." I looked over at Steve, Beth's father. "On the other hand, I sense that you believe me completely."

Steve hadn't said a word so far. He looked back at me, smiled and then winked. "You have the look of your mother."

It was my turn to be surprised. "You know Fiona?"

"We've worked together a few times," he replied and then he winked again at me.

I suddenly knew everything was going to be okay.

Ally, and Carol turned and stared at Steve. "Another Spec-Ops secret?" asked Carol with a smile.

Steve nodded. "Fiona worked with us on a few cases. She said she had psychic powers, but I always suspected it was something else. I felt she was after something else. Knowing that there is a system to punish those who abuse special powers, I feel much better."

"Promise me that you'll keep my secret," I asked.

"Of course, Carly, or would you prefer to be called Iona?" asked Maggie.

"I guess you'd better call me Carly. Best to stay in character," I replied.

Steve smiled. "Good discipline. You ever consider federal service?"

"No. I'm studying to be a lawyer. I want to work for the DA's office," I replied. I wondered if I would find out who the magical person in the Agency was.

"Prosecutor, huh? Good. We need good people there too," replied Steve. "Although being an agent is far more fun!"

"Oh, yes. The joy of sitting in a car for eighteen hours eating stale doughnuts and drinking cold coffee," remarked Carol.

"Don't forget crouching behind bushes in rainy, cold weather during a stakeout," added Ally .

Maggie laughed. "Oh, and don't forget the great hours!"

"But on the bright side, you do get to shoot people occasionally," noted Steve.

They started laughing and I joined in. I could tell that these were good people and I had nothing to worry about. I had just added some new friends.

After dinner we were all sitting around the kitchen table.

"So, Carly, tell us some good stories about Beth," requested Steve, he then winked at her.

"Don't you dare!" replied Beth with a grin.

"Unfortunately, most good stories about Beth would incriminate me too. We were usually partners in crime. I think we reported to the ship within three weeks of each other and we instantly became friends."

"Yes, you got there first," piped in Beth.

"Come on, you must have some good stories. I know Beth isn't as innocent as she looks!" requested Steve.

"I doubt the Navy would still prosecute you," quipped Ally.

"How true! Oh, Beth, I have a good one. Remember when we put marbles in the XO's overhead?" I asked.

"You did what?" asked Maggie, she glanced over at Beth, who shrugged her shoulders.

"The Executive Officer was a bit of a jerk, granted it was part of his job, but he liked it too much. So one night while the ship was in port, we snuck into his stateroom. There was a false ceiling and we unscrewed one of the panels and poured a couple hundred marbles in," I explained.

"It was five hundred," stated Beth proudly. "I remember buying ten bags of fifty each."

"You actually put five hundred marbles in his overhead? That's hilarious!" laughed Steve.

"We got the idea from watching Mr. Roberts," explained Beth. "It was harder putting them up there than it sounds!"

"So, even then you liked classic movies!" noted Ally.

Beth nodded, as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.

"What made it really funny was that we didn't get underway for two more months. By the time he discovered them, I had transferred off the ship," I replied, barely holding back the laughter.

"Oh yes, really funny! I had to catch the brunt of his anger. Apparently he heard them rolling around and when he popped open the panel they poured out all over him!" described Beth. "Luckily, I was on the bridge at the time standing watch. By the time I got off, he had calmed down slightly. Still, I was glad I transferred a few weeks later."

Ally turned to me. "Did he know that you were involved?"

"Yes, you could say that. I received a box COD a few weeks later. It contained the marbles," I replied. "It cost me $50.00!"

We all laughed.

"So what happened to the marbles?" asked Beth.

"My sister took them back to Ohio and has used them in her art," I answered. "She's started working with glass and she was able to incorporate them into her art."

"I'd love to have something with some of them in it," stated Beth.

"I'll see what I can do," I answered.

"If you don't mind me asking, how many people in your past know your secret?" asked Ally.

"Other than you all? Just my sister." I then explained how she came to know.

"Don't forget about Bill!" piped in Beth.

I then told them all about my boyfriend.

The rest of the night we talked and traded stories. I felt that I had known them my whole life.

Later on, as Beth and I prepared to go to bed, I turned to her. "You have a great family."

"Thanks," she replied. "It's amazing how things turn out."

Beth and I talked until nearly one. It was good to have more good people in my life.

Before we drifted off to sleep, Beth asked me about my sexual drive. I had told her that I had inherited a mystical tattoo from Iona.

"So what exactly does the tattoo do?" she asked.

"It was designed to enslave Iona by giving her a overwhelming urge to have sex. It also was designed to make her passive and easily controllable," I replied.

"And how does it affect you?"

"My sex drive is high, but controllable. The passivity part didn't seem to work on me. Although I run through a lot of batteries," I replied with a wink.

Beth smiled back. "Did you bring it with you?"

I nodded.

"You also mentioned that it protects you, how?"

"It prevents me from getting pregnant, unless I want to. It also protects me from STDs," I replied. "It was originally designed to turn women into perfect whores."

"May I see it?" she asked.

"Do you have a black light?" I asked.

Beth nodded and jumped out of bed. She retrieved a black light. It was the type used to illuminate posters.

"I guess this isn't that big a deal, after all you also have a vagina," I stated, as I sat up and began to take off my pj bottoms.

We turned out the lights and Beth turned on the black light. The Celtic script lettering became visible.

"Wow. To be honest, I wasn't sure if you were goofing on me," replied Beth.

"No, this is all too real. It's the reason I'm Iona today," I stated. "It drove the first Iona to desperation and she allowed herself to die in my shattered body."

"And there's no way to reverse it?"

'The only one who knows that is grazing in a field somewhere," I replied with a wink. "It's not so bad. I've learned to live with it."

Beth let out a big breath. "Fate really dealt us some strange hands."

I nodded as I slipped my pj bottoms back on. "Yes, but at least we've both got families."

Chapter 69

The next day Beth and I went into the city, as I wanted to see some of the sights. Ally took the day off and joined us. I could see why Beth was so fond of her. She's a really nice person. If I hadn't known that she was TS, I would have never guessed that she had been a male.

Celeste was supposed to be coming down for a few days later in the week. I was anxious to meet her. Beth said that she hadn't confessed her secret yet to Celeste, but planned to soon. Beth had earlier told me that Ally had been instrumental in getting Celeste to help with abused transgendered teens. I felt I could discuss Jamie's case with both of them.

I told them what was happening to him, as we drove into the city.

"You haven't told him that his condition is due to magic?" asked Ally.

"No, but he suspects the truth. He's a very open-minded person and is very insightful," I replied.

"While he doesn't fit the standard profile of the teens that Celeste's institute has handled in the past, I don't deny that he would benefit greatly from it. From what you've told us, he's barely male," continued Ally.

"That's right. His mannerisms are becoming more feminine every time I see him." I explained.

Ally nodded. "In some ways he sounds like some of the abused teens we've recovered. Granted, his circumstances are different, but he's been violated just like the others."

"I notice you don't refer to Jamie as she," noted Beth.

I nodded. "He still wants to be treated as a boy, even though he realizes how feminine he's become. I like him too much not to respect his wishes. He knows that it's a losing battle, but he's holding out hope. It's hard to let go. Even though I adapted pretty quickly, I still have some nagging regrets."

"I did too, but they're pretty much gone now," replied Beth.

"My regrets are different," added Ally.

"You know, I could ask my aunt if there's a spell that could help you," I stated. "I'm sure that she would help."

Ally shook her head adamantly. "No, thank you. Not that I don't appreciate your offer, Carly, but I'm happy with who I am. I'm on a short list to see a surgeon for my SRS and that will make me whole."

"But what if you could become a complete woman?" I asked.

"Forget it, Carly. I already played out this argument with her," interjected Beth. "I asked if she would be interested in undergoing the process that changed me."

"I'd just be afraid that I would lose everything that I've accomplished. I'm very proud that my peers have accepted me, more or less," explained Ally. "I like who I am. You both have admitted that the transformation wasn't just physical; I would be afraid that the transmogrified Ally would also be different. I don't want to jeopardize my relationship with Carol. She means the world to me. I love her deeply, I can't imagine life without her."

"I admire you for your convictions," I stated. I sensed her deep and profound love for Carol.

"Thank you, Carly. A few years ago I might have jumped at your offer, but now, I'm at peace with myself."

"You're very lucky," I replied.

We spent some time at the Smithsonian before going out for lunch. It was a nice early spring day and we decided to grab some takeout and eat outside on the Mall.

As we ate, Ally asked me a question.

"From strictly a technical point of view, how do you use your powers?" she asked. "I mean how do you do it?"

"I just think of what I want to do. For example, I can detect people that I know from a long distance. I've learned how to be more selective, so that I'm not overwhelmed," I replied. "However, when I have a strong emotional tie to someone, they immediately alert me. I think that's how I detected Beth."

"Okay, but what do you do if you're just trying to detect someone?" asked Ally.

"I concentrate on them to see if I can locate them," I replied. "I've found that the more they mean to me, the greater distance I can detect them at."

"What about Bill?" asked Beth with a grin.

"Oh, he's very easy. I can pick him up at over a mile now!"

"Excuse me for saying this, but it must be very complicated for you two," stated Ally. "I mean he knew you as a male."

I nodded vigorously. "It was at first, but because I'd changed so much emotionally, it just felt right. I felt an instant attraction to him, even though I never was attracted to men when I was a guy. Bill took a little more time to come around, but he now sees me as a woman," I replied.

"And I thought my life was complex," laughed Ally.

"Hey, my life hasn't been all smooth sailing!" piped in Beth.

We all laughed. Suddenly, I was hit by the feeling that Mick was nearby. I didn't want to give away my powers, but I could feel he was close. I fought the urge to stand up and start looking around.

"Beth, Ally, do either of you see a cute teenage boy with black hair and a matching goatee nearby. Be casual, I don't want him to know that I've detected him."

Beth glanced around in a very casual manner, and then shook her head. Ally did the same.

"Who is he?" asked Beth.

"A boy from school. He shouldn't be out here, but I know I perceive him," I answered. Suddenly the feeling was gone. "That's weird. He must have gone out of range."

"You want me to run a background check on him?" asked Ally.

"No… well, not right now anyway," I replied. "I don't feel he's involved in either the drugs or the essence thefts. I just don't know what's different about him. When I'm with him, I don't sense any danger. In fact, I sense that he wants to protect me."

 

Chapter 70

We spent the rest of the day hanging out. I found that I could be very open with Ally. I sensed a strong bond growing between us.

"You know, Ally, I'd like to meet you after I re-exit adolescence," I stated, as we walked back to the car after exploring the boutiques of Arlington.

"I'd like that myself."

"It's nice having friends that I can be totally open with," I continued.

"I know the feeling. I don't hide the fact that I'm transgendered from my co-workers, and for the most part they've accepted me. It can be an issue when I'm dealing with other agencies. I've had to overcome some real ignorance sometimes. Sometimes I think they expect to see a big hulking man with a five o'clock shadow and wearing a dress come stomping into their office."

I laughed.

"Can I ask you something else?" asked Ally.

I nodded.

"What would you have done if we had freaked out?" whispered Ally.

"I have a spell, it would have erased your memory of me. I've never had to use it, but it's always available, just in case."

Ally smiled. "You almost had to use it on Bill, right?"

I sighed. "It crossed my mind a few times when I first told him, thankfully he came around."

"You really do love him, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes. That's what's been so hard about our forced separation."

"True love is rare," replied Ally knowingly.

"But worth hanging onto," I answered softly. "I just hope that Bill forgives me for what I've done."

"From what I've heard, he will. He knew that you might have urges that you couldn't control, due to your age and the drugs."

"Still, it will be good to be an adult again."

'What will you do about Jamie and Mick?" asked Ally. "I can tell that you think highly of both of them."

"I have no idea. I didn't want to make any lasting relationships with any of my classmates. But, it happened. I think that after we catch the dealer, I could tell Jaime the truth. I think he suspects that I'm different."

"What about Mick?" asked Ally.

I just rolled my eyes.

Ally laughed. "Well, you have my number now, feel free to call me."

"Thanks."

"Beth and I have sort of become sisters. We brought Celeste into our group and I'd love to include you, as long as Beth doesn't mind," confessed Ally, glancing at Beth.

"Please! I don't mind at all. Although, I really like the fact that she's presently younger than me!" quipped Beth.

"Enjoy it while you can, Beth!" I retorted. "Soon, I'll be an adult again!"

Beth replied in a mature manner and stuck her tongue out at me.

Chapter 71

The week with Beth was exactly what I needed. I felt very relaxed and it was so nice to finally meet her family and friends.

Celeste came down from Philadelphia a few days into my visit. She had been up there checking on some work being done on her condominium.

Celeste wasn't what I expected. Beth had told me that she had been married to a very wealthy older man. He had originally bought her as a companion, but later he had married her. The whole episode sounded bizarre, but not as weird as my own story.

She was a very pleasant looking young woman. Even though she was just wearing jeans and a Penn sweatshirt, she looked absolutely elegant. Her auburn hair was styled in an updo and, along with her pearl post earrings, added to her classy appearance.

I was passed off as one of Beth's old friends from her days in San Diego. I immediately sensed that Celeste suspected that there was more to my story than what she was being told, but that she would go along with the tale. I also scanned that she knew there was something different about Beth, but that she didn't care.

Like Ally, Celeste was very open about her past. She didn't advertise the fact that she had once been male, but she wasn't ashamed of it either.

"So, Carly, you've heard about my institute?" she asked over dinner.

It was just Beth, Celeste, and I that night. We were babysitting for little Steven, and while he slept we had pizza. Maggie and Steve were having dinner out on the town. So far, we could tell that Maggie was enjoying her first night out since giving birth. She was so relaxed that she had only called Beth three times to check to see that everything was okay. Steven was asleep in his room, but we kept the baby monitor nearby, just in case.

"Yes. I have a friend that my aunt is treating. For some reason his hormones have gone wild and he is becoming very feminine," I replied.

"Jamie King?" she asked.

My eyebrows rose at hearing Jamie's name. "Yes, that's him."

"I was given her application this past week by the board," stated Celeste. She went on to explain that a board of doctors reviewed all applications before passing them on to her for final approval. "She seems like a nice kid."

"Her? So she's made up her mind," I mused. "I'm happy for her."

Celeste nodded. "She's going to come this summer. I'm going to assign her to the main house, as her case is so different from the others."

"How many are presently at your home?" asked Beth.

"Four right now, but we'll be losing two this summer. Brenda and Tina are both leaving to go to college. That will leave us with Dot and Cicely," replied Celeste.

"Cicely? Oh yes, she was one of the teens recently recovered in raids last month," stated Beth.

"Yes, she's not doing very well. As for Dot, she's still a handful," replied Celeste.

Celeste went on to tell me about them, but that's another story for another day.

"I hope that you can help Jamie, she's really nice and didn't deserve this to happen to her," I stated.

Celeste gave me a look and nodded. "I'm just glad I can help."

We spent the rest of the evening talking about mundane ordinary things. Celeste asked Beth about her boyfriend.

"Kevin is off with his parents this week. They're out in Seattle to see his grandparents," stated Beth.

I immediately sensed how much Beth missed him. I couldn't resist asking her some questions.

"Just how serious are you two?" I asked.

"I like him — actually I like him a lot," replied Beth. She smiled as she spoke.

It was so cool seeing my friend in love.

"Sooo, why haven't you told me more about him? Do you have a photo?" I asked.

"I have too told you about him!" Beth replied in mock anger. She got up and retrieved her purse. She pulled out an abundance of photos of Kevin and handed them to me.

I had to admit that they made a cute couple.

"That one was taken at my eighteenth birthday party, my younger friend," explained Beth with a wink.

"He looks nice," I replied.

"So, tell me again how long you too have known each other?" asked Celeste.

"I'm not sure?" I replied. "I think it was eight years ago, is that right, Beth?"

She nodded.

Celeste gave us each a stare. "You know, I've been totally honest with both of you, especially you, Beth. I sense strongly that you're both hiding something. If you don't want to tell me, that's cool, but I do want you to know that I consider you each a friend, and I doubt there's anything in your past that would shock me."

The silence in the room was deafening.

I scanned Celeste and sensed that she was being totally honest. I looked over at Beth and nodded slightly.

Beth returned my nod. "Celeste, let me go check on baby brother first."

A short time later Beth came back downstairs and flopped on the couch next to us.

"You want to go first?" I asked Beth. "Or do you want to flip a coin?"

Beth shook her head. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, Celeste; there just hasn't been the right moment. One of the reasons that I so understand what you've gone through is that I was also once a guy."

Celeste stared back at Beth. "You're a little young for SRS."

"I didn't have SRS. I used to be a male naval officer named Ben Carlson. I was transformed into a sixteen-year-old girl via a genetic process by a slightly mad scientist."

"You're pulling my leg, right?" asked Celeste.

"No. Maggie was the agent who was initially on my case. We hit it off and she adopted me. Steve came into my life when the aforementioned scientist tried to abduct me."

Celeste stared at Beth and then turned to me. "Obviously, you're not an old school friend of Beth's."

"No, I was a fellow officer. The part about us knowing each other for eight years is true."

"And you were also transformed by the mad scientist?" asked Celeste.

"No, my transformation is a bit stranger." I replied.

"I doubt that," replied Celeste.

"I was involved with a body swap with a young woman named Iona. She was killed in my body, thanks to a drunk driver," I explained. I scanned Celeste while I talked and discovered that, while was confused, she was also intrigued with our stories.

"Body swap? How is that possible? The next thing you're going to tell me is that it was due to magic."

"It was," I replied. "In addition to inheriting her body, I also got her powers."

Celeste just sat there for a moment. "So you two were both adult men, and you were transformed into teenage girls?"

"Actually, I'm twenty-two. I'm portraying a teenager back in San Diego as part of a criminal investigation," I explained. "My real name is Iona, but please call me Carly for now."

"Beth, may I have a drink?" asked Celeste with a grin.

"Sure what would you like?"

"I'm kidding. Seriously, I want to hear your complete stories, starting with you Beth," stated Celeste.

"So, you believe us?" Beth asked.

"Uh huh. First off, who would invent stories so outlandish? Second, I've always suspected that you were hiding something. You seemed mature beyond your years. I didn't think that it was due to the story that your parents were killed. Then Iona shows up — oh, I mean Carly, sorry — I could sense right away that you're great friends. I began to get the same feeling about you, Carly. Hanging out with my friend Nancy, I've learned to be more observant about human behavior. Combined with my work with abused teens, well, it has given me greater insight into people."

Celeste then told me that Nancy was the lead therapist for her institute.

"And how do you feel about Carly and I?" asked Beth.

"I love you two more than ever now. You both have shared incredible secrets with me, and that shows you trust me. I'm honored!"

We had a big group hug, which turned into a joyful group cry.

Over the next few hours, Beth and I took turns telling our life stories to Celeste. I then requested that she in turn tell me her complete story. I was amazed at how someone could find the strength to bring so much good out of such horror and pain.

"There are times when I wish I could use my powers for revenge. That woman Margo sounds like she should be taught a lesson or two. How would you like to see her turned into a rat?" I stated with a smile.

"Rats aren't that bad. They might not appreciate Margo becoming one of them," replied Beth. "Besides, I would hate to see a hairless rat!"

We heard Steven cry and Beth went upstairs to check on him.

"I find it so fascinating that you have a code of conduct, with laws and everything," remarked Celeste.

"It's rather comforting to know there are rules," I replied.

"If you don't mind me asking, what can you do?"

"My powers are rather limited right now. I have much to learn. I do know a few self-defense spells."

"Like what?" she asked excitedly.

"Well, I can freeze someone in place," I replied.

"Cool. Can you do me?"

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes. I've always found magic fascinating," replied Celeste. She was beaming from ear to ear.

"Okay, get in a comfortable position."

Celeste shifted so that she was seated cross-legged on the couch. She then nodded.

I cast the spell. "Well?" I asked.

Celeste stared back blankly. I let her try to struggle a little, before I released her.

"That was so cool!" she exclaimed. "What else can you do?"

"Well, my other self-defense spell isn't for fun," I stated. I then explained how I could burn someone.

"That's impressive," replied Celeste.

"I discovered it strictly by accident. But it has come in handy," I replied.

Beth came downstairs. "Steven's back to sleep. I changed his smelly poopy diaper."

"There are other kinds?" I asked.

Beth laughed.

"Carly has been showing me some of her skills," interjected Celeste.

We talked for another hour before Steve and Maggie came home. They seemed to have had a wonderful time.

"We let Celeste in on our secrets," confessed Beth to her parents.

Steve sat down and smiled. "It's so nice to be the most normal one in this house."

"You normal? Compared to who?" piped in Maggie, as she sat down on the arm of the chair next to Steve. He pulled her down into his lap and kissed her.

"Normal is overrated anyway. I tried it and it didn't work," remarked Celeste.

We all started laughing.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, I felt better about the world and my life. I now had a whole new circle of wonderful people to call my friends. I could almost forget about returning to Bernardo Valley and searching for the essence thief.

Chapter 72

The following night found Celeste, Beth, and I babysitting again. Steve and Maggie had gone out to dinner with Carol and Ally.

Beth knew a great Mexican restaurant that did take out. We sat around the living room eating Mexican food, watching the latest Harry Potter DVD. The movie was Beth's idea of a joke. I didn't mind, as I found the stories wonderfully entertaining. They were also a lot more accurate than most people knew! I wondered if the author was one of us?

Steven was a perfect little prince and barely made a sound the whole evening.

After the movie, Beth suggested that we do each other's nails. She had just bought several new bottles of nail polish. I was surprised that Celeste readily volunteered to be first.

"Sorry, but I dreamed about doing this sort of thing when I was growing up!" she explained.

"Really? That's so cool. Oh, are we going to have fun up in Philly!" gushed Beth.

"Just so you know, Beth snores!" I piped in.

"I do not!" she retorted.

Celeste laughed. "You two must have really been a handful."

"We ruled the wardroom," I stated proudly.

"That's right! Now, what color do you want, Carly, the red or the pink?"

I started giggling and pointed to the pink. "Can you imagine the XO if he saw us now?"

Beth started laughing uncontrollably, and was joined by Celeste.

Thankfully, Steven didn't need a change while we waited for the polish on our toenails and fingernails to dry.

Celeste told us how her father had become more and more accepting of her.

"It's amazing how much he's come around. In so many ways, we're closer now than ever before," she stated. "He's even interested in becoming a member of the board of supervisors for the institute. He has a lot of experience in dealing with budgets."

"Who's idea was that?" I asked.

"Mine. He looked over the books and saw some areas where we can really save money, without cutting back. Right now, he's just a consultant, but I want him fulltime."

"Do you think that he'll have any issues working for you?" asked Beth.

"He wouldn't be. My husband Sherman taught me to leave the technical issues to the experts. I know enough to be knowledgeable, but I want specialists to run the institute."

"So what will you do?" I asked.

"I'll be a college student. Oh, I'll keep an eye on the institute, but I need to get my education first."

"What're you going to study?" I asked.

"I want to know the business side and the therapy side too. I have the time and the money, so why not?" she explained. "I've also been thinking of setting up a separate institute to help those teens who've been abused by online predators."

"I wonder who gave you the idea for that!" I replied with a grin.

Celeste smiled back. "I've heard many horror stories from Ally. My lawyers have been quietly talking to Internet providers and computer companies. I'm hoping they'll contribute some funds."

"Cool."

"The hard part is the legal issues that will come with the money. The companies agree that the proposed institute is a great idea, but the wording has to be perfect so that it doesn't assign blame. I really hate lawyers sometimes!"

I cleared my throat in a loud manner.

"Okay, okay, not ALL lawyers!" replied Celeste with a laugh.

Beth started telling lawyer jokes. After the fifth one, I froze her.

"Celeste, what do you say to giving Beth a makeover?" I asked with a grin.

"Oh, yes. Let's go for a Goth look!"

"I agree! I'll start by doing her eyeliner. I doubt she has enough black eyeliner, so I'll go look for a Sharpie."

I then released Beth from the spell. I figured she'd suffered enough.

"Very funny!" replied Beth.

"Sorry, but you asked for it!"

"You're lucky this isn't three hundred years ago. They would have burned you at the stake!" kidded Beth.

"You too!" I replied grinning.

"Me three!" added Celeste.

We began to laugh so hard that we were soon crying.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about less important topics like music, movies, and boys. It was a completely enjoyable time.

Chapter 73

The week was over way too fast. As I flew back to San Diego, I contemplated my visit with Beth. While I felt comfortable as a teen in school, this was the first time that I'd really enjoyed myself. I suddenly wished that we lived closer to each other.

I was also deeply impressed with Beth's family and extended family. She was truly fortunate to have such wonderful and caring people around her.

Ally was really impressive; she was everything that Beth had said and more. I could understand why Beth wanted to work for her.

Celeste was equally cool. She said that, should Jamie want to attend her institute, she would immediately approve her application.

Beth, Ally, and Celeste all considered me their sister now and I was thrilled.

I noticed that I began to refer to Jamie as female in my mind. I knew that even if we found the way to reverse the spell, he would stay female. I smiled, thinking of all the excellent role models I could show him.

My mind shifted back to my return to school. I knew that I would soon be attending another rave. I wondered why there hadn't been any additional essence thefts. Could it have been that I hadn't scanned the person? Maybe they attended a different school? Maybe the raves and the thefts weren't related? No, I had a strong feeling that I was on the right track. It was too much to think about and I reached for a magazine.

I had bought some back at Dulles. I scanned the cover of the National Geographic and noticed several interesting articles. There was one on some new archeological discoveries regarding the Minoans. A team had discovered a new temple on Crete the previous year.

Aunt Kayla had gotten me interested in ancient cultures like the Minoans. She said that some of the old stories of our magical ancestors made references to having once been part of a great Mediterranean culture. A natural disaster had destroyed the culture and scattered its people. The priestesses passed their knowledge of magic onto other races, including the Celts. She believed that the Minoans might have been our mother culture.

I fell asleep and dreamed of bare breasted Minoan priestesses and Crete.

Chapter 74

Amelia picked me up at the airport. I excitedly told her all about my trip. Of course, I told her about my admission of once being Roger and how I was received.

"Do you think that Ally will come out here? She sounds very interesting," noted Amelia.

"I hope so. She has ties to Orange County, so it wouldn't be a big stretch for her to visit out here."

"Well, it sounds like you had a wonderful time."

"I did. I actually enjoyed being seventeen."

Amelia nodded. "You know, it might not be a bad thing for you to stay young for a while after this case ends. Like you, I sense that this case will be broken soon. How would you feel about finishing up your senior year?"

Her request sort of caught me off guard. I contemplated her suggestion. It wasn't that wild of an idea.

"What about Bill?" I asked.

"There might be a way to include him," stated Amelia. "Anyway, I just want you to think about my idea. The main thing is that we need to get the essence thief.

"Tell me more about the detection of Mick," Amelia continued.

"It must have been a mistake. How would he get to Washington?" I replied.

Amelia shook her head. "No, it's not a mistake. Your power detects the inner person, their soul. Those are all different, so if you felt Mick, then he was there."

"So Mick followed me out to DC. Why?" I pondered.

"I doubt if it's jealousy," replied Amelia.

Just then we arrived home. I was pleased to see Salem staring out the window at me. I'd forgotten how much I loved the little furball.

I held Salem as Amelia and I continued our conversation. Salem purred contently as I petted her until she drifted off to sleep.

"When you go back to school Monday, don't act different around Mick," advised Amelia, as she prepared us some tea.

"Okay. I'll also scan for additional victims. It still bothers me that the thief didn't strike again at the rave."

"Just as long as you are ready the next time. If you can think about it, try to chip off a small piece of the pill at the next rave. If we can analyze it, I might be able to come up with a counter spell for you."

"I'll try. It would be nice not to be so out of it," I replied. "I'm pretty sure I can fake being under the drug's influence. All I have to do is act loopy and horny."

Amelia laughed. "Still, the thief might also be faking it."

"That might be possible."

"I've also found a more powerful stone for you to wear in the ring. It should be able to counter the forgetfulness spell." She then poured me a cup of tea.

"Cool," I replied as I squeezed some honey into my tea. I passed the plastic honey bear to Amelia. "How's Aunt Kayla?"

"She's well, and yes, she misses you too!"

I smiled. "And what about Bill? Does he miss me even a little?"

Amelia sipped her tea and shook her head. "No, not a little, a whole lot!"

"I miss him too. I'll be so glad when this is over!"

Chapter 75

I returned to school the following day. Mick met me in the parking lot. He seemed very pleased to see me and we kissed for a long time. I tried to scan him, but for some reason I couldn't really get a grasp on his emotions, as if he was blocking me.

He slipped his arm around me as we walked to class. It was a nice warm spring morning. The sun felt good on my face as we walked from the parking lot to school. We made small talk about what we did on our break.

"Did you have a good time in DC?" he asked.

"Yes. It was so nice. I wish you could have been there," I replied. I tried to get a read, but again I was blocked.

"Me too. I just hung around here," he replied.

I nodded. He walked me to my first class and kissed me goodbye.

"See ya at lunch," he stated.

As I sat in class I scanned the room. I didn't detect anything beyond the normal teenage angst.

I ran into Zoë in between classes. She looked really happy to see me.

"I'm glad to see that you made it back here. We were afraid that you'd want to stay back east," she stated.

She wasn't hard to scan. I could tell that she was fantasizing about having sex with me.

"I thought about it, but my life is out here now," I replied.

"Cool. Oh, by the way. The next little party will be next weekend. Can you make it?"

I nodded. "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Zoë winked. "Cool."

 

Chapter 76

At lunch I sat next to Mick. While we talked I scanned Zach. Now on the outside, Zach was acting normal, however, I discovered that he was hiding some real guilt. It was at times like this that I wished I could read more than just emotional states. Oh, I could sometimes get bits and pieces of what was on their minds, but not always. I could tell that Zach was worried about something and felt guilty over some pain that he had caused a friend. I wondered if he felt guilty over what happened to Jim.

Mick asked me if I wanted to go downtown that weekend to see a movie.

"Why go all the way down there?" asked Maria. "Why not go to the multi-plex?"

"Because, they're not showing the movie I want to see there," replied Mick with a grin.

"What movie?" I asked.

"The Maltese Falcon. They're showing it Friday night at the Ken," replied Mick.

"The Ken? Isn't that down in some weird part of town?" asked Maria.

"It's in the Kensington area, and yes, it's safe. There's a great coffee house across the street," explained Mick.

I nodded like I was clueless. Actually, I was a regular at the Ken, both as Roger and as Iona. It was one of the last single screen cinemas. They showed a wide range of films there from classics to foreign language films. I had introduced Bill to it and we often went there on dates.

"Cool. What time?" I asked.

Mick said that we could catch the nine o'clock showing.

I was glad that we weren't going to another party. I wasn't looking forward to another night of drinking and smoking dope.

Chapter 77

After school I headed over to see Jamie. I stopped first at the townhouse to change into something more comfortable. It was warm enough for shorts and sandals. I topped it off with a floral blouse. I debated taking Salem with me, but decided to check first with Jamie.

Jamie was overjoyed to see me. He was also wearing shorts, along with a t-shirt, and sandals.

He looked like a typical teenage girl. His breasts were larger and very noticeable through his t-shirt. His hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. I was amazed that his hair had grown so long. It was now halfway down his back.

"How was your trip back east?" asked Jamie as he hugged me.

"It was great. How're you doing?" I asked.

"Okay. As you can see, I'm still changing," he replied.

I nodded. "And how do you feel about it?"

We headed out to his backyard and sat down on some chairs on the deck.

"What was the question again?" asked Jamie.

I noticed that he crossed his legs like a girl. "I wanted to know how you feel about the continuing changes."

Jaime sighed. "I had to get new bras. I'm up to a full C-cup, and still growing. That won't help me in gymnastics!"

I laughed. "They can get in the way. So you're thinking about going back into gymnastics?"

"Not for competition, I mean, technically I'm still a guy. But I'd like to go start training again. My old favorites were the rings and uneven parallel bars; unfortunately, girls don't compete in those events. I'm thinking of trying the horse."

"No rhythmic gymnastics?" I asked with a grin.

"Ugh no! Can you see me prancing around with a ribbon on a stick?" he asked with a giggle.

I shook my head. "No… no, I can't."

"Anyway, I'm just sick and tired of staying here at home. My parents and I talked to a woman at the institute that you showed us. I think I want to go there," confessed Jaime softly.

"Does that mean that you want to be referred to as a girl now?" I asked, reaching out to take Jaime's hands in mine.

He hesitated. "Yes…and no."

"That's an honest answer," I replied.

Jamie smiled. "I'm sorry. Part of me just wants to move on and part of me wants to hold out, just in case they can find a cure."

I didn't say a word.

"Don't worry, Carly. I'll let you know when you can call me a girl."

"Okay, whenever you're ready."

"Thanks."

We talked about my trip. I didn't mention that I had met Celeste, as I didn't want to put more pressure on him. I did ask him if I could bring Salem over.

"Sorry, but Mom is allergic to cats. Hey, why don't I come over next time?" he asked.

This was a big moment. "Would your parents be cool with that?" I asked.

"I think so. They like you," replied Jamie.

I nodded. I suddenly felt really guilty in that the one person that their child seemed to trust wasn't what she appeared. I quickly shoved those feelings aside. "Cool. Why not this Saturday?"

"Okay. I think I'm supposed to see your aunt in the morning," replied Jamie.

"That would work out great, you could ride back with her."

Jamie nodded.

I sensed that there was something he wanted to ask, but was afraid.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"I was wondering… could you maybe… show me what I'd look like made up?" he asked softly.

"Of course. I would be honored to help you."

"I guess I'm curious about what I'd look like with makeup on."

"Well, I'm no expert, but I'll do my best."

Jamie looked around. "I'd ask my mom, but I'd rather it be you that helps me," he whispered.

I nodded. This was a huge decision for Jamie. I leaned over and hugged him.

On the way home, I stopped at the store where I bought my makeup. I bought the whole kit and caboodle for Jamie, in his colors — makeup, eyeshadow, lipstick, eyeliner, blush, mascara, and all the associated tools of death and destruction. I also bought some items to do his nails. I also bought a nice makeup bag. I figured that I might as well go all the way.

Chapter 78

Mick took me to a local restaurant that night. Their specialty was Mongolian barbecue. You select the type of meat you want, along with the spices and veggies and put them all in a bowl. The chefs then cook them on an incredibly hot grill. Then you add rice or noodles to suit your taste.

I had been to a few of these sorts of places as Roger, and had always liked them. As we filled our bowls, I was amazed by how many spices Mick was adding to his concoction — not a lot of any of them, just a small amount of each.

"Are you really going to eat that?" I asked, as he added some hot peppers and garlic.

"Sure," he replied. "I love places like this that let you experiment with flavor combinations. If my imagination is correct, this will wind up being quite spicy and flavorful, but you'll still be able to taste the meat behind it all."

"Well, it's your taste buds, but it looks kinda overpowering to me," I retorted.

"Spice makes the world go round. If it wasn't for the spice trade, Columbus would have never set sail."

"Yes, but they didn't try to overdose on hot chile pepper!"

"The chiles I chose are not too hot, and full of good chile flavor," he responded. "Those, over there, are the ones that can blow out your sinuses, and I didn't use any of those at all."

While we ate, I watched Mick slowly eat his meal. He seemed to be enjoying every bite, chewing slowly and smiling every time he swallowed.

"You want to try this?" he asked.

I nodded reluctantly. He fed me a small forkful of his meal.

It was spicy, but not overpowering. My first impression was of something that was not quite a curry seasoning. Then the flavor began to expand back along my tongue and up to the roof of my mouth. My next impression was sort of a cross between Chinese and Thai. Just as I swallowed there was a little burst of Mexican heat. All through it, there was no doubt at all that I was eating beef. I'd never had so many flavor experiences from a single bite of food.

"That's awesome, Mick! Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Just little ideas I picked up here and there. Then it's a sort of trial and error process until you gain confidence in your flavor imagination."

"I'm really impressed," I told him, but meanwhile I was wondering where a 17-year-old guy had gotten all that experience.

He slipped his arm around me. "In my not-too-humble opinion, good food can be almost as good as good sex."

"Until that taste, I would have said that you had a long way to go to prove that to me."

"Later, babe!" he replied, laughing.

After dinner Mick made it up to me by taking me to the ice cream place next door. I got a small bowl of raspberry ice cream. Mick got a large sundae with hot fudge, nuts, and whipped cream. Then he sprinkled salt on it.

"And you don't get sick?" I kidded.

Mick laughed. "No, I like a little sweetness after dinner. And the salt intensifies the chocolate flavor."

"A little? Mick, that's not a little sweetness!"

He leaned over and kissed me. "I was talking about you!"

We went back to his house and had some very passionate sex. Mick was surprisingly gentle and took his time getting me very excited. I had to practically beg him to give me release, and then he took me through several explosive orgasms in rapid succession.

"Did that measure up to your taste of my dinner?" he asked, grinning widely.

"Mmmmm. I'm not talking while the flavor lasts."

 

Chapter 79

Friday evening Mick picked me up and we headed downtown to see the movie. I was wearing a short black skirt, knee high black boots, and red top. Mick obviously approved of my outfit. When we hugged, I could feel his erection press against me. My own sense of arousal began to awaken.

"You'll like this movie house," stated Mick. "It's the way movies should be seen."

I nodded. I agreed with him, but had to play dumb, as Carly hadn't been here yet.

We parked on a side street near a coffee house and walked to the theater.

Once inside we stopped at the concession stand to buy some popcorn. The girl behind the counter stared at me and cocked her head to the side. Her name was Tammie and I had talked to her many times about film noir movies of the '40s.

"Iona?" she asked. She sounded confused.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" I asked, trying to act natural.

"I'm sorry. You look very much like one of our regulars. Are you related to a woman named Iona Beddau?" asked Tammie.

I shook my head and smiled. "Sorry. My name is Carly and I just moved out here a few months ago."

Tammie shook her head in disbelief. "Amazing. You could pass for her twin, granted you're younger than her. Anyway, what would you like?"

In a very smooth manner, I asked for a lemonade, instead of my usual Diet Coke. Tammie kept staring at me, as she got my bottle from the fridge.

Mick slipped his arm around me and we walked into the theater. "That was strange."

I nodded.

"I guess the old saying is true, everyone has a double."

"And she liked old movies too!"

Mick kissed me. "It's nice to know that she also has good taste."

The movie was great. I had seen it several times on TV, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it on the big screen.

As we left the theater, we talked about the movie.

"Those were the days," mused Mick. "I love the clothes. Classy, but practical."

"That's easy for you to say. Wearing a suit is no big deal."

"But women look so elegant in stockings and heels," he remarked.

"Have you ever worn them?" I asked with a smile.

Mick laughed. "Not in this lifetime!"

"Ahhh, so you believe in reincarnation?" I asked.

"Something like that," replied Mick with a wink.

We sat down in the coffee house and talked about the movie. I drank a cappuccino and Mick had espresso.

As we talked, Mick's hand slipped down on my knee, his fingers began to stroke the inside of my thigh.

"You're making it very difficult to hold an intelligent conversation," I whispered.

"That's the general idea," replied Mick. He leaned over and kissed me.

"You know that we have a long drive back home. You don't want to get too excited, too soon."

Mick smiled. "I suppose we should go home."

Thirty minutes later we were making out in Mick's bedroom. He was slowly undressing me and I wasn't resisting. My nipples were very hard, as by now I was fully consumed in my sexual arousal. Mick seemed to know the ways to get me very passionate and I had surrendered to my cravings.

Soon we were naked and sprawled out on his bed. Mick was on his back and I climbed up and straddled him. I slipped down onto his very erect cock and moaned as it entered me. Mick reached up and played with my nipples as I rode him.

What amazed me about Mick was that every time we had sex, it was different. Mick didn't just know multiple sexual positions, but he was proficient in all of them. He knew just the right way to pleasure me.

I rode his cock, building up the stimulation and enjoyment for both of us. We reached sexual gratification simultaneously and I collapsed on top of him.

I cuddled up next to him and he pulled me close.

"Hmm, that was fantastic," he whispered in my ear.

I just nodded back, too exhausted to waste energy on words.

"I know that you came out here for less than desirable reasons, but I wish that I had known you sooner. We're kindred spirits, you enjoy the good things in life, just like me," he continued.

I nodded and cuddled closer to him.

Mick stroked my hair as we lay there. It was a very tender moment. I did try to scan his feelings, but again couldn't get in. It was strange, as I'd never had this sort of problem before. I decided that I would talk to Amelia about it later.

Chapter 80

Saturday afternoon, I nervously waited for Jamie to arrive. I had the makeup in my room and wondered if Jamie still wanted me to make him up. Of course I wouldn't push the point, but I knew that he really was interested.

I sat on the couch and petted Salem, who enjoyed the attention. She was growing so quickly, but was still adorable.

As I waited, I thought about Mick and then Bill. I knew that part of my sexual pleasure came from the tattoo, but I truly loved having sex as a woman. It was superior to sex as a man. Now, I was one of the few people who could make this comparison. I mean, I had been a heterosexual male who was sexually active. I enjoyed sex as Roger, and was pretty good at it. At least I never heard any complaints.

But it was something completely different as a woman. The sensations were more whole body, instead of localized below the waist. I truly loved the feelings that I got in my nipples. It allowed for more variety.

I was snapped out of my daydreams by the sound of Amelia's car pulling into the driveway. She walked in with Jamie.

He was dressed in dark green shorts, a sports bra, and a sleeveless avocado green top. Jamie's long blond hair was in its usual ponytail. I noticed that he had shaved his legs and underarms. Now, he never had much hair there to begin with, but this was another sign that Jamie was accepting his femininity.

We hugged and I introduced him to Salem.

"Wow, she's adorable," he cooed, as he held her.

Salem loved the fact that there was someone else in the house to adore her. Her loud purring was out of proportion to her diminutive size.

"I'll be in my office," announced Amelia, as she departed.

We sat down on the couch. Salem snuggled into Jamie's lap.

"I wish I could have a pet," lamented Jamie.

"Is your mom allergic to dogs?" I asked.

Jamie shook his head.

"Why not get a dog? You have a fenced in backyard, so that wouldn't be an issue."

"That would be nice. I know Dad loves dogs."

We talked about Jamie's latest exam.

"The latest tests came back. I'm officially sterile now," stated Jamie.

"How do you feel about it?" I asked.

"I was expecting it. When I… well, you know, when I've been pleasuring myself, I noticed how different it looked. The liquid is so clear now, not like before."

I nodded.

"Amelia thinks it might be reversed, if we can find the cause," continued Jamie.

"You don't sound very optimistic," I replied.

"I'm being realistic. I think the main reason why I like Amelia is that she is honest with me. There's no bullshit. She also treats me like an adult."

"She does? I wish she did the same to me!" I quipped.

Jaime smiled back. "So, did you get the stuff?"

"What stuff?" I asked.

He laughed. "The makeup!"

"Yes, of course I did. You up for this?"

Jamie nodded.

We headed upstairs and I sat Jamie down at my makeup table. I began to empty out the makeup bag and set everything out in front of him. I told him what each thing was and how I would use it. Jamie seemed very interested.

"Now, first I'll make you up with a look similar to what I have right now," I explained.

Jamie turned around. "You're wearing makeup?" he asked.

"Yes. That's the trick, to make it look natural. Now, in the evening you can put it on a bit heavier. But I think you should learn the daytime look first."

I took it slowly, describing to Jamie what I was doing.

"When we're done, I'll clean you up and let you try, if you want," I stated. "First thing, you need to relax and stop trembling."

Jamie nodded. His eyes were locked on his reflection in the mirror.

There wasn't a lot I could do with his hair. I had an idea. "Can I braid your hair?"

Jamie nodded again.

"Okay, I'll get to it as soon as I finish your makeup."

A few minutes later I was finished with his face and went to work on his hair. Thankfully, I had become proficient at braiding hair. I often put my own hair in a braid. I sometimes got frustrated with my long hair, but I wouldn't dream of cutting it!

I finished and Jamie looked at it in the mirror. "Wow!"

"Well? What do think of your appearance?" I asked.

Jamie turned around to me. "Do you have something… more feminine for me to try on? Maybe some jewelry too?"

I had expected this and quickly retrieved some tops from my closet. Jamie picked out a white cotton sleeveless blouse. I then slipped a gold chain around his neck. I topped it off with a pair of gold hoop clip-on earrings, which I had bought for just this occasion. Jamie was a very pretty young woman.

Jamie stared at the mirror. A single tear began to run down his right cheek. I handed him a tissue.

"You okay?" I asked.

Jamie nodded slowly, as if he was somewhere else. "I'm just realizing that this is me. This is my future."

"You look lovely. Now, before the tears start up, let me take your photo."

I retouched his makeup and took several photos. Jamie got into the mood and tried on several outfits.

"What about this?" I asked, holding out a denim skirt. "We're about the same size below the waist; it should fit."

I directed Jamie to the full-length mirror on my bathroom door. He stared at the pretty girl looking back at him. I didn't comment, and allowed him to absorb what he was seeing. I knew what was going through his mind.

"I guess you noticed that I started shaving my legs," he remarked without turning around.

"Yes, along with your underarms. Do you have a women's razor?" I asked.

He nodded. "I took one of my mom's disposable ones."

"Okay, do you want me to get you some more?" I asked.

"No need. Mom noticed and said that she would get them for me."

"Does she know what's happening here today?" I asked.

"Yes. I felt I had to tell her. She approves."

"What about your dad?"

"He's coming along."

I bit my lower lip and thought about what I was about to say.

"Carly, what's on your mind?" asked Jamie. "I can see it on your face." He pointed at the mirror.

I smiled. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go home like this."

Jamie didn't respond one way or the other at first. He just stood there contemplating his answer.

"You wouldn't mind?" he asked, as he turned around and looked at me.

I smiled. "Please! Besides, girls loan out stuff to their friends all the time."

Jamie began to turn around and pose in front of the mirror. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Wearing a skirt isn't so bad."

"Just remember to be careful when you stand up or sit down."

Jamie nodded. "Can I try the makeup now?"

"Sure. Why don't you change first?" I suggested.

An hour later Jamie was sitting downstairs on the couch. It had taken a few attempts, but his makeup was passable. He was wearing a floral short sleeve blouse and a denim skirt. He was wearing the same sandals, as my feet were too small for me to loan him any shoes. Additionally, I'd loaned him a necklace, some bracelets, a couple silver rings, and as a gift, an additional pair of clip-on earrings. He looked fantastic, if I do say so myself!

Amelia was very supportive and told him how lovely he looked.

"Mom should be here soon," he stated nervously, as he petted Salem.

"Actually she's pulling in now," I stated. I had sensed her approach nearly five minutes earlier.

Amelia answered the door and let Mrs. King in. Jamie stood up and let her see him.

Any worries that Jamie or I had melted away due to his mom's response. She walked over to him, with a huge smile on her face. "You're so beautiful!" She then hugged him.

I did my best not to cry myself.

We all sat on the couch and talked awhile. Mrs. King sat down next to Jamie, and put her arm around him. I noticed that she didn't seem to be affected by Salem.

"Thank you very much, Carly. I appreciate that you're so open-minded," remarked Mrs. King.

"I was glad to help," I replied.

Jamie let out a sigh. "Well, no sense in fighting the inevitable. Mom, would you and Dad refer to me as your daughter?"

She just nodded and pulled her close. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity. I felt very much out of place standing there. This was Jamie's and his mom's moment.

"You can still call me Jamie," she stated, as she wiped tears out of her eyes.

"Just so you know, your father and I have been expecting this to happen, but we wanted it to be your decision. We love you just as much," comforted Mrs. King.

I fully supported Jamie's decision. She was right, it was an inevitable move, and she was so feminine in so many ways, which went beyond mere physical appearance. I was proud to call her my friend.

"Carly, can you go shopping with me sometime? I'm going to need a new wardrobe," asked Jamie.

I glanced over at Mrs. King, who was nodding.

"Sure, Jamie, that would be fun."

"What about tomorrow?" she asked anxiously.

"That would be fun," I replied. "The question is, are you ready?"

Jamie nodded.

As Mrs. King and Jamie left, I suddenly got the sensation that Mick was nearby. I casually looked around, but didn't see him. The mystery deepened.

 

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