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Disclaimer: This story contains adult language and situations. Persons under 17 not admitted without parent. This story also contains language which may be offensive to some. If you are easily offended, go away. This story may be archived only on sites that do not charge for access. Peabody, Inc. by Sarah Miller I. Betrayal It's you, you're the girl, who put a hole in my head. It's you, you're the one, said I'd be better off dead. It's you, from the land of no second chance. -Gumwrapper Curb, "You're the Girl" Jason Underhill strode down the hallway, smiling, whistling some half-forgotten but irritatingly persistent tune. He'd just landed the biggest account in the division's recent history, and he was on top of the world. The summons to the lair of Erwin Hiller, boss, could only mean a nice bonus, or even a promotion. "Mr. Underhill," stated Hiller, "You're fired. Clear out your desk and be out of the building by noon. We'll mail your last paycheck." Jason stood stock still, not at all believing what he'd just heard. "Did you hear me? Get out." Shaking his head to clear his ears, Jason finally blurted out, "I just landed a $30 million contract. You should be giving me a bonus! What the hell is this all about?" "I think you know perfectly well what this is about. You know I can't condone any kind of perversions with anyone who works with me. The Lord considers this behavior an abomination, and I'll have none of it." Hiller finished by glaring at Jason. Jason merely glared back, and growled out, "I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Perversions? What perversions? I'm perfectly normal, so is my wife, so is everyone I know, except maybe you." Hiller blanched, then turned a fiery red. "I know you've been dressing in women's clothes. It is Satan's work, you hear! I will not allow these abominations to contaminate my department. Now get out!" "No. You're insane. I've never done such a thing in my life. I've heard of it , of course, but I'm happily married. I don't have any idea where you'd get that notion." "I got it from a reliable source, who wishes to remain anonymous. I have no reason to doubt her. Anyway, you're through here. I'm giving all your accounts to Kate. Pack up and get out." The more Jason denied the patently ridiculous charges, the redder Hiller's face became. Jason became afraid he'd end up having to call for an ambulance. And it had become abundantly clear what had happened. This was Kate Remora's doing. It only required a few words into the ear of that fanatical fundamentalist to end Jason's career, and boost Kate's. She had done it before - it was her only real talent. Hiller's truths were whatever Kate told him. Even threatening a lawsuit did no good. Hiller despised Jason to start with, for the sin of being a Democrat and an agnostic. Jason Underhill was through at Peabody, Moran, Inc. Or so it seemed. He wandered back to his office, gathering up some cardboard boxes on the way. He filed past Helen, the department secretary, who frowned in sadness. News travels faster than light within the company grapevine. Jason was one of her favorites, one of only a few who treated her with any respect. While Jason was packing, she made a phone call. Retribution was in order. ******* Jason got some help carrying his boxes out to his car. But as he exited the building for the last time, his way was blocked by none other than Lydia Forsythe. It was Lydia who had just given him the largest contract in his life, and it was Lydia that Helen had called. "Hi Jason," she cooed. There is probably no better word to describe the sound of Lydia's voice. It was a Siren's Song to most men, and no one was ever sure if that was intentional. Most men, but not Jason. Jason was happily married, and wouldn't dream of straying. He always talked with Lydia in the utmost professional demeanor. It was appreciated, of course, and now would come the payback. "Hey, Lydia, what's up? Something about the contract you need to clear up?" "No, nothing to clear up. But the contract is why I'm here, sort of. Helen called me and told me what happened. I'm pissed. I was on my way to tell that little hypocritical two bit Nazi I'm canceling the contract. No way is Kate Remora gonna get away with this." "Well, I really appreciate the support, but I don't want you to make a bad business decision. Peabody really was the right way to go for you." "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to hear you say that, its what I thought you'd say. So, I have a plan. Hiller's not gonna stop at firing you. I know his type. Well, I also got a call from one of your competitors just before I left the office. He's blacklisted you. You're not gonna find another job in this industry. That goes against everything I've ever stood for. I am going to get rid of that asshole and his bootlicking minion once and for all. I have a plan, but I need you. Go home and wait. I'll stop by and see you and Sandy later this afternoon. Chin up, this is gonna be _fun_." Jason loaded up his car and drove straight home. He was still furious, but having Lydia standing up for him cheered him on. So he was not in a completely murderous mood when he walked through the front door. "Jason?" asked Sandy. "What are you doing home, it's only two." "Well, I guess I just have to come out with it. Hiller fired me. Right after I brought him a $30 million contract, he fired me." "What?! Why?" "He accused me of being a transvestite. Kate Remora told him that. And you know how he is. Him and his bible thumping thugs try to destroy anybody who doesn't believe that Jesus was a God Fearin' American. They're a bunch of morons. But they got power." "Why would she say that? Are you?" "Am I what?" "A transvestite." "No. Now you're gonna believe her? It's bad enough that anyone does." "No. I didn't think so, I just wanted to make sure. If you were, I wouldn't really mind, I just don't want you sneaking around in my clothes." "I don't sneak around in anyone's clothes. It was all a lie. She knew just which button to press on Hiller" "So now what? We can't live on savings forever." "You remember Lydia Forsythe? We had dinner with her a few weeks ago?" At Sandy's nod, Jason continued, "It was Forsythe Industries that gave me the contract, which they are now going to cancel. I ran into her coming out of the building. She wants some revenge, I think. I got the feeling she feels about the same as I do toward Hiller and Kate. Said she had a plan, and she'll be here in a little while." There was little more to be said. Jason poured a beer, and they watched a movie until at long last the doorbell rang. It was 4:00. II. Plans In another place, In another time, I'd be driving trucks, my dear. -Live, "Rattlesnake" "Hi again, Jason, hi Sandy. Sorry to take so long. Hiller was infuriating, but I've got him strung out where I want him. I threatened to withdraw the contract, told him Kate Remora was unacceptable as account executive. I insisted on having you back, which he refused, of course. Said you were a flaming queer, and you made him sick to his stomach." "This is getting worse and worse. Shit, by tomorrow I'll probably have died of AIDS or something, maybe even be the one who started it. Maybe I oughta just blow up his car or something." "No, I told ya, I've got a plan, and it is a doozy. But it will require some sacrifice from both of you. It will require a drastic change in the way you live. And it will take some courage. Interested?" "Well, hard to say just yet," Jason answered. Sandy nodded. "What do you have in mind?" "OK. You know you can't go back to Peabody as yourself. So I thought I could arrange for you to go back as someone else. You'd take over my account. And I have some nasty surprises for our two friends, but you need to be there to make them happen." "I'd never fool Hiller, or Kate, or anyone else. Dyeing hair or growing a beard just won't cut it. They've known me for years. I don't know what else you could do." "I _do_ know what else. I can alter your appearance, your height, your voice. You'd have to work on mannerisms, walk, that sort of thing." Jason did a double take at that. "Height? Voice? No surgery." "No, no surgery. There's something about me that you don't know, and if I tell you, you have to keep it absolutely confidential. Deal?" "Sure," Jason and Sandy both acknowledged. "I am a practitioner of magick, a witch if you like. So is Helen, although she is new at it. We belong to the same coven. I can make changes so no one will know it's you." They both stared at Lydia as if she were Alice, newly arrived out of the looking glass. They said absolutely nothing, at least not yet. "I can, you know. Jason, go look in the mirror and tell me what color your hair is." Jason continued to stare, wondering if he'd made a huge mistake befriending this strange entity. But he complied, walking slowly across the room, still looking at poor Lydia. Then he turned toward the mirror and gasped, nearly fainting. His head was topped by a full patch of blond hair, as opposed to the receding black hair he normally sported. "My god, you really can do stuff!" "Yes. And I will, if you'll let me. You see the possibilities?" "Wow, sure. It'll just be weird looking in the mirror." "Weirder than you think. There's a bit more. You know you can never get close enough to Kate to do what I need. She seems repelled by men. At least those that have any pride. Hiller could also be a problem." "So why the hoopla? First you tell me to go in as someone else, then tell me I can't? And let your secret out? I gave my word I wouldn't tell, but how do you know it's worth anything? I haven't known you that long." "Let me answer the last part first. I know people. You are probably the most honest person on this earth. I could tell that when we negotiated. You won't tell anyone. I don't believe Sandy will either. As for the hoopla, there is a way. You can't go in as another guy, but you could go in as a woman." Poor Jason. His heart was _not_ going to take much more of this. It's why the cross dressing charge was so ludicrous. He'd never had a thought about putting on a dress, nor any desire to be female. This was a lot to absorb, on top of everything else. But he was a trouper, and after a gulp, told her to continue. "I'll turn you into a woman, and make Hiller hire you. I'll tell him we worked together a couple of years ago, and you were going to be available. Hiller's a sexist pig, it won't be hard for you to get in his good graces. And Kate will see you as fresh meat. They'll both be vulnerable. "But don't get too eager. This is a long term thing, probably several months. You'll have to stay as a woman until payback is complete. Sandy will be a problem. So I can make her your husband. It will be the perfect setup. What'd ya think?" Jason and Sandy were both flabbergasted, and sat silently pondering those words. It was obvious Lydia could do what she said, the mop of blond hair on Jason's head proved it. But did they want her to? Revenge would be sweet, but a job would be better. Was this the only way Jason could get one? How would Sandy deal with being the husband. She had no job now, what could she have as a man? The questions had to be asked, and they were. The answers, though, were not certain. Could Jason actually get a job? It seemed unlikely at this point. Perhaps when Hiller was exposed for the pompous ass he was, maybe then people would believe that the cross dressing stories were a lie. But probably not until then. And even then, there would always be that suspicion lurking in the corner, What could Sandy do? They didn't know. Lydia said she'd put her to work at Forsythe Industries. Maybe as a salesman or something. But the key question was whether or not they wanted to do this. The quick answer was no, but the fact was, they had to. So they consented. And Lydia continued her explanation of the process. "We're going to have to spread this out over a week or so," Lydia told them. "A complete change for either of you would be too much of a shock to your systems. Jason, you're what, 5'10"? Maybe 210?" "Close, 5'9" and 205." "Ok, we can knock off about 10 pounds a day without any damage. If we make you 5'4" and 115 pounds, that would take nine days. You'll get the right skeletal shape as we go. We can do the rest in bits and pieces, as you're ready. You've already seen the hair trick, so let's do that first." As Lydia concentrated, the blond hair turned brunette, and came tumbling down past his shoulders. It was beautiful hair, as Jason noted while running his hands through it. He'd never had hair this long, and it felt distinctly odd brushing his face and shoulders. When he got up to look in the mirror, he had to hold his pants up. He didn't seem to note a great loss in height, as it was only about half an inch, but 10 pounds put him in next lower pant size. This could be a problem, he thought briefly. But Lydia came to the rescue and shrunk them. That she could do that hadn't even occurred to him until then. "Now," Lydia continued, "Sandy, you should be about the same as Jason was, but thinner. How about 5'9", 150 pounds? And what are you now?" "5'4", 120 now," she answered. "And those measurements sound fine with me. Guess Jason was a bit on the portly side." And with that Sandy's hair became short and dark. She gained a little height, and a little mass, almost four pounds. She felt all her clothes tighten just a little, and just for a moment before Lydia adjusted them. "All right," Lydia declared. "So far, so good. We'll continue tomorrow, so decide what you'd like to change next. I'll let you keep your clothes tonight, but tomorrow I'd like you to start dressing as your new genders, just so you get used to it. And we'll have to have some deportment lessons, of course. So for now, I'll say good bye. I'll be back tomorrow about 7. Good night." And she left, leaving two bewildered souls behind. They cooked dinner, cleaned up, and went to bed early. They decided that they'd better get as much sex in as they could, it would be several months until they could have it again. Jason's hair fell over his face and got in his way a little, but he just chalked it up to an interesting experience and filed it. They fell asleep in each other's arms. ******* Precisely at 7:00, the bell rang, and Lydia's face appeared in the peephole. Sandy let her in. Jason carried coffee into the living room, deciding to get used to playing hostess. Soon he was down to 185 pounds and 5'7' tall. A great deal of the weight loss was fat, but there was a perceptible narrowing of his torso. This caused his hips to look slightly wider, although they were actually smaller. He still had a very masculine build, though - it would be several more days before he would cross the threshold into a more feminine somatype. Sandy of course gained a few more pounds, mainly in the torso. Jason had decided what he wanted to change, but Lydia decided to let Sandy choose. She apparently had a surprise in mind, because she whispered in Lydia's ear. When she sat back, Lydia just nodded and said, "Well, Jason, your spouse has a surprise in mind. You'll wake up with it." Jason figured it must be breasts, which he wasn't quite ready for, but he was given no say in the matter. Looking slightly frustrated, he merely nodded. "Now," Lydia stated, "it is time for a clothing change. Don't worry Jason, I'm not gonna make you wear a dress just yet. But the correct underwear and more feminine pants and a blouse will be necessary. And Sandy, you get some more masculine clothes." With that, Jason felt his underwear become flimsier, and saw his jeans become cotton pull-on pants, and his t-shirt became, well, a t-shirt, only pink. Sandy's bra disappeared, and she was left wearing jeans over her fruit-of-the-looms, and a knit golf shirt. Jason saw this and decided he'd been right about getting breasts. Well, he'd get them sooner or later anyway. They spent two hours going through their clothes. When they were through, Jason had a collection of panties any fraternity pledge would be proud of. He also had everything else he'd need. And Sandy had a new men's wardrobe. Both were far better than their old wardrobes. After all, nothing was too good when it didn't cost anything. After Lydia left, they watched a little TV and went to bed. Sandy insisted that Jason wear a nightgown, a mid length satin one. And Sandy just wore her briefs. But only for a moment, as they made passionate love once again. Sandy seemed insatiable that night, and it was quite late before they fell into an exhausted slumber. **** Jason awoke laying on his side with a arm draped over his chest. He noted that there didn't seem to be any breasts lying in wait under the arm. But he did detect an odd object pressing into the small of his back. When he realized what it was, his eyes flew open and he fell out of bed, sheets half wrapped around his legs. This woke Sandy, of course, who immediately recognized what had caused poor Jason to flee so suddenly. She merely grinned wickedly at her new penis, while Jason retreated to the bathroom to sort things out. She'd wanted this to be a surprise, and it far exceeded her expectations. Jason finally came out, after relieving himself (an entirely unsatisfactory experience, he thought), and climbed back in bed, lying on his back staring at the ceiling. Sandy snuggled next to him, on her back, placing her hand on Jason's thigh. They stayed that way for some time. "You didn't like my surprise?" Sandy finally asked. "I just wasn't ready for this yet. I knew it would be coming, but I just wasn't ready." Sandy's fingers slowly worked their way across the thigh until they were brushing Jason's pubic hair. Jason tensed for a moment, then relaxed as the finger tips played across the labia. His legs spread slightly, seemingly of their own volition. A finger found its way into Jason's new vagina, and he sucked in a lot of air before moaning in pleasure. Sandy knew just how to do this. And before long Jason's legs were wide open, and he was grabbing at Sandy's penis. She rolled over on top of him, and he was quite noisy as she entered him. After just a short time, Sandy climaxed, with Jason following very shortly afterward. "Wow," Jason said as Sandy's penis slowly deflated and slipped out. "That was incredible. This might not be so bad after all." "Yeah. It sure was different." "I didn't think I'd ever be able to do that as a woman. I was resigned to not having sex until we change back. You don't think Lydia did something to our brains do you?" "Nah. I think we just went with what we had." And with that they just drifted off back to sleep. **** Once again, precisely at 7:00, Lydia's face appeared at the door. A few minutes later, Jason was down to 175 pounds and Sandy was up to 132. After some discussion, they decided an exchange of body hair would be in order. And then Jason had smooth, virtually hairless skin. Sandy would have to shave in the morning. And so it went. On the fourth night Jason got his breasts. Her breasts. It is now time to use more appropriate pronouns. They chose new names, Julia and Sam. They reveled in their new bodies. On the fifth night they got new faces and voices. Julia got rid of her glasses. And they reveled some more. After that they just waited until they got to their ultimate sizes, while reveling, of course. But they were not idle between revels. They both had to learn many new things. Julia learned how to take care of her hair, do her makeup, and coordinate her clothes. She learned how to impart a feminine grace to her walk. She learned the names of all sorts of women's clothing. And most importantly, she learned to be comfortable in her new body. Sam went through similar classes. He learned to shave without drawing blood. He learned to walk like a man. He learned to talk like a man, to some extent. Enough to get by for now, at least. He learned a little about sports, enough to avoid being seen as an alien, anyway. He could not possibly learn much about the things men were generally interested in, in this short of time. Julia had the same problem. But they crammed as best they could, and by the end of the eighth day, as they completed the physical transition, they had a much better idea of how the other half thought. There would probably be some embarrassing slips on occasion, but no one could possibly think them anything but what they now were. They were about to be set loose on the world, as Mr. And Mrs Samuel Bates. Ready or not. III. Retribution Close your eyes Bow your head wait for the ricochet - Deep Purple, "Sweet Child In Time" The very next Monday morning Julia climbed into her car, adjusted the seat from the last time Jason had driven it, and backed into the street. She was on her way to and interview at Peabody, Mason, Inc. In fact, with Mr. Hiller himself. Lydia had insisted he hire her, and Hiller had insisted on an interview. Everyone knew, of course, that it was a mere formality, a face-saving gesture. And by late afternoon she was driving home as a newly employed account executive. Sam had started at Forsythe Industries, as well. Surprisingly, he found he had a knack for the business, and was learning rapidly. Lydia thought she wouldn't mind keeping him on for good, assuming he worked out as well as it looked like he might. Julia stopped by the grocery store on her way home. That was a new duty she'd just as soon give up. But Lydia was coming for dinner, and after nine days, there was very little left in the way of food in the pantry. Following a list Sam had helped her with, she soon had many bags of food stuffed away in the trunk of her car. She had everything ready to go when Lydia showed up. As Julia cooked, Sam and Lydia chatted with her. It was just a perfect picture of domestic bliss, something not entirely lost on any of the trio. But over dinner, they got down to business. "You seem to be adjusting OK, Julia," Lydia started. "Yeah. Sometimes things are a bit unnerving, but I'm doing fine. This is actually kind of fun." "Good. The best is yet to come. Vengeance has always been a woman's prerogative, and you are now a woman. Which actually brings up another point. I never showed or told you how I effected the transformations. If you'd asked, I couldn't, or wouldn't, rather, have told you. I still can't give you details, but you'll need some for what is to come." She pulled a bronze medallion out of her purse. "This," she continued, "is what allowed me to focus the spells on you. And it's what will allow you to exact revenge on those two pillars of the community. You've shown great adaptability, Julia, and a strong feminine side. You are being invited into our coven. Both of you, actually. We do have a few male members, and a few of the husbands only join us for social things. It's up to Sam how much he wants to get involved. But you, Julia, will perform. "As a beginner, you won't be able to do much on your own. This pendant will help you. Be very careful with it. This will work out great. You'll start out with minor things, barely noticeable. But that's all you'll really be capable of anyway. Eventually you'll get stronger, and can complete the revenge." "Oh my," Julia muttered. "I'm flattered. It also scares the hell out of me." "It should. That actually portends well for your future with us." "Great," Sam interrupted. "Now that we have the touchy feely stuff out of the way, what are we going to do about Mr. Hiller and Miss Remora?" Testosterone, it seemed, was already getting the better of Sam. "I'm sure we can come up with something," Lydia smiled. IV. "Kate, can you help me with this?" Julia was just somehow incapable of making sense of all this paperwork. She was a complete airhead, Kate thought. But she had some influence with Erwin, Kate knew, so it would pay to tread carefully. Besides, this naive little tramp did show an occasional streak of viciousness. Maybe she had some possibilities. For now, Kate decided, she'd take this Julia person under her wing. She really had no choice. Hiller had given Julia the Forsythe account. It was ridiculous. That account was hers. She'd stolen it fair and square from that little worm Jason. She'd gotten rid of him too, thank God. He was the only one who could spoil her chances at a VP slot. She chuckled at the thought of that 200 pound geek wearing a dress. That was one of the best stories she'd ever concocted. But the chuckle quickly turned to a growl at the thought of this new girl getting that plum of an account. She must be a relative of someone on the board. She could be useful, then. And Kate needed the help anyway. She'd spent a lot of time lately at the doctor. She just could _not_ seem to get rid of these patches of whiskers on her face. She tried shaving, then waxing (very painful), and this weekend was going to an electrologist. All in secret, of course. Reputation was paramount. ***** "Thanks Julia, good job," said Erwin Hiller as she left his office, hips swaying provocatively. He'd started out being extremely angry and resentful of Julia. It was just so unfair of Lydia Forsythe to dictate who handled her account. Kate deserved the account, she was good at what she did. But now things were looking better. Julia really was a hard worker, and picked up the office routine quickly. If he had to keep her to keep Lydia's money, it was lucky that she was good. And she was a perky, sexy little girl, reminding Erwin of his daughter. Smooth, round ass, nice sized tits. And her hair was just about the same color. Erwin enjoyed it when they had meetings in his office. Not that he would actually try anything. He had to admit that he was too afraid of Lydia for anything like that. But nothing wrong with looking, especially when she looked so much like his darling Erika. Yes, Julia turned out to be a good choice. He liked her, and wanted to make a good impression, in a fatherly sort of way. But that was hard. He was a little preoccupied, what with all his body hair falling out. That was really odd, and his doctor couldn't explain it. But he didn't think it would make a good impression at all. Smooth bodies were for girls and fags. ***** "Thanks, Julia, I owe ya one!" gushed Kate. Julia was picking up more and more of her load, a fact not lost on their boss. But Kate was just having too many problems. The facial hair problem had worsened. She had to shave very carefully every day. Now she seemed to be doing stupid things, like yesterday when she wore a pair of men's oxford dress shoes in to work. They just did _not_ go with the lime green mini-dress she wore. She couldn't even remember buying them. She had an appointment to see a shrink, which she was keeping right now. She had to figure out why everyone was laughing at her, even behind her back. She knew they hadn't figured out her hair problem, even though the makeup was getting a little thick. It was just lucky that Julia was such a nice girl, and was helping her out so much. **** Erwin was at a loss for words. It was Friday, casual day, and for the life of him, he could not remember buying the pink sneakers he was wearing, much less putting them on this morning. Yet there they were. After a few snickers (behind his back, of course, or so the miscreants had thought), he hid in his office all day. Perhaps it was time for a vacation. Get some exercise, he thought, maybe head out to the lake for some fishing. His butt did seem to be getting bigger. His two trusted people, Kate and Julia, could handle anything that came up. He just needed to relax, and then he could quit wearing this weird stuff he couldn't even remember buying. **** It was Kate's last day. She was very sad, but this place had become a real looney bin. And she was a complete wreck. The last straw was the chest hair that had appeared three days ago. And someone had made a comment about her wearing a short sleeve white shirt and a striped tie. She had NEVER done such a thing. How could they say that. But she could imagine her enemies gloating over her chest hair. Julia had almost all of her accounts now, she just couldn't face anyone. Her therapist was recommending commitment for a few months. Why didn't he see the ugly facial hair she tried to cover up so unsuccessfully, everyone else laughed at it behind her back. Perhaps it would be best, though. She could not imagine what she'd been thinking when she wore the black hi- tops with the orange dress. She must really be losing it. She did wish that more people had shown up at her going away party. Erwin and Julia just weren't very festive. **** Julia was such a workhorse, thought Erwin. She took a lot of his load. The therapist could not explain his behavior, so he'd been depressed. Julia did a lot for him. She didn't condemn him when he showed up for work last week in stirrup tights and a silk blouse. Everyone else laughed, but not her. He could not understand why he'd done it. He wasn't some faggot queer, he believed in Jesus. What was happening to him? First his body hair, now he seemed to be growing breasts. And those clothes. It had only happened once, but if he was going insane, it could happen again. An God would not forgive him again, as He had the first time. He was becoming just like that faggot Jason. Good thing he'd gotten rid of him. Otherwise there was no telling what might have happened. He might have been ravaged! The whole thing was just beyond comprehension. ***** "Hey, Sam, I'm home!" shouted Julia with some exuberance. "You home yet?" Sam, sensing her excitement, came out of the bedroom wearing one shoe. "I just got home, dear. You sound excited. Something up?" "Yeah, it was great. You know Kate finally left a few weeks ago. Now we finally got rid of Erwin Hiller. His boss finally got fed up with his eccentric behavior. Not to mention the breasts he was growing. Everyone thought he was on hormones, it was driving him nuts. You know he showed up this morning wearing 3 inch pumps?" Julia grinned. "Cathcart fired him on the spot. I think he set the Christian Coalition back ten years." "Great! Mission accomplished!" He looked just a bit sad, then, and continued, "So now what?" "Cathcart offered me a promotion. Basically to take Hiller's job. It's a lot of money." The last part was spoken somewhat defensively. It left hanging the unspoken question. "So, you take it?" Sam asked. "I told him I'd think about it. Hiller had me so shook up, I was about to quit, as far as Cathcart was concerned. So we have some time to decide. Two or three days anyway. Lydia will want to know, will you tell her tomorrow?" Julia changed clothes and started getting dinner ready. She had grown accustomed to this task over the past few months, and was becoming quite an accomplished cook. While she worked, she mulled over the problem they now faced. Change back? Jason was still blacklisted, though most interviewer's would probably ignore it. But it would solve a growing dilemma - they had not spoken to their families since this fiasco began. If they just changed back, no one would be the wiser. But they'd found out something about themselves. They actually liked their new lives. Could Julia give up her svelte body to reclaim Jason the overweight nearsighted geek? Could Sam give up the respect he'd earned at Forsythe to return to being a housewife? They found that they actually did not want to. And Lydia did not make them. Julia joined Lydia's coven, with Sam as one of the 'outrider' husbands. She learned rapidly and performed a lot of good work. The primary mission of the coven, after all, was healing. Sam stayed on with Forsythe, and went back to school part time to get an MBA. And Julia took the promotion. It was her victory, but it seemed hollow, somehow. She'd destroyed two people who had declared war on her. She was justified, there was no doubt of that, but it left her feeling unsettled. She found that she cared less and less as the months wore on. Internal politics, stress, they took their toll. For this, she could have stayed a man. She finally settled on a new mission in life, and soon found herself pregnant. Raising her children would be a far, far more satisfying challenge, and Peabody, Mason soon found itself looking for her replacement. The End