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While I was running this throught the spellchecker this morning,
I had the idea that this might make an interesting new universe.
Bill
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Witness Relocation and Protection Program
by Bill Hart
"On behalf of the state, Mr. Marwell, I'd like to personally thank
you for coming forward and testifying." the judge said. "Without
your testimony, its very likely we would have had to release Frank
Farnelli for lack of evidence."
"Prison's the best place for someone like Farnelli." replied Brian
Marwell. "Although given the threats he made against me after I
testified, I might just have to reconsider my stance on the death
penalty. From what I understand there shouldn't be any problems
getting me relocated through the Witness Relocation and Protection
Program."
"There _were_ none at all, Mr. Marwell." replied WRPP field operative
Jake Losfeld. "All of your paperwork came back yesterday. You were
approved for the program, not that any of us had any doubts. In fact,
we have already scheduled an interview for you this afternoon with
your prospective WRPP host family."
"So soon. I thought it would take several days."
"In the old days, it might have taken that long or even longer. But
ever since we've been able to employ magic as a tool in the placement
of witnesses into a new family setting, we never seem to have any
candidates sitting around waiting for very long. More often than not,
we conduct an interview _and_ have a placement within a few hours
after testimony has been given."
"What about reprisals."
"For practical purposes, once you're placed with a new family, then
reprisals are non-existent. All because of the introduction and use
of magic. Once you're placed, no one will ever find you. Basically,
it's as if you completely and irrevocably become the person you're
placed as. Nothing will remain that ties you to your old life.
"In your case, the balding fifty-year old Brian Marwell will simply
vanish from the face of the earth. It will be almost as if you never
existed. Then, once you're safely situated into your new life, I'll
invoke the final failsafe spell to erase any knowledge that I or any
of my colleagues have concerning where you are, and who you are for
that matter. In addition, it will erase, any knowledge that you
might retain of me or about the program. Can't be too careful when
it comes down to protecting someone. Absolutely _no one_ will know
where, or who, you are."
"Then, Mr. Losfeld, lets go do that interview."
*****
Its a short drive to where the interview will take place. Its a small
farm in the country. How can this place be all that secure when it's
so near the city, wonders Brian as they approach.
They are met by John and Abby Lawton, a childless couple, who manage
to run the farm exceptionally well.
"Brian, this is John and Abby Lawton." stated special agent Losfeld.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lawton, this is Brian Marwell, about whom we spoke
earlier this morning on the phone. And I'm Jake Losfeld, a special
placement agent from the Witness Relocation and Protection Program,
better known as WRPP."
"Isn't he a lot older than the person we talked about this morning?."
asked Abby.
"That's not a problem, Mrs. Lawton. Just how old would you like him
to be?"
Brian looked over towards Jake Losfeld with a puzzled expression.
"We were hoping he'd be somewhere around eighteen or so." replied
John.
"That's not a problem, folks."
Agent Losfeld turned towards Brian. He made a quick waving motion
with his hand in Brian's direction.
Before Brian had any time to react to what had been said, his balding
fifty year old body had become a healthy eighteen year old boy with
a full head of dark brown hair. Brian was astonished by this change.
No wonder there were few reprisals any more, he was certain that no
one would recognize this boy as Brian Marwell.
"This is absolutely incredible." remarked Brian. "I really feel like
I'm eighteen again."
"At eighteen, he'll be leaving the farm very soon, John." remarked
Abby.
"I forgot all about that Abby. Maybe he should be a couple of years
younger so he can work on the farm for a while. Mr. Losfeld, could
you possibly make him be about sixteen instead, and it would be really
nice if maybe you could also make him look like we're his parents."
"Of course." Another wave from agent Losfeld's hand and the eighteen
year old boy standing nearby was suddenly sixteen years old. His dark
brown hair had become sandy brown like John's. His facial features
would be more than adequate to prove him John and Abby's son.
Brian marvelled at these new changes. At sixteen, he had a whole new
life ahead of him.
"You know Abby." said John, "You and I have discussed this before.
But now that he's here and this is really happening, I think that
maybe we ought to see just what he'd look like your way."
"Do you really think so?" asked Abby expectantly. "I know we decided
on your way, but if we decide that we really want to proceed my way,
you won't be disappointed, will you?"
"Not at all dear. As long as we make the final decision together,
then its _our_ decision, neither _mine_ nor _yours_." John turned
back to agent Losfeld. "Mr. Losfeld, can you make him a girl?"
"Of course. We're here to serve. The placee can become anyone you'd
like him, or her, to be."
Agent Losfeld waved his hand at Brian.
In the wink of an eye, the sixteen year old boy was replaced by a
sixteen year old girl. She was very attractive, and exceptionally
well-endowed. And her sandy brown hair now laid atop her shoulders.
Brian was totally stunned at this turn of events. Unbelievably, he
was now a girl. Even more unbelievable, he had these really big tits.
"She's quite a good looking young lady, Abby." said John. "I think
I'll vote we keep her as is."
"But you know John, if we're going to keep her this way, it would be
totally shameful of us to have her miss growing up as a girl. Maybe
she should be a little younger so she will be able to experience her
life completely and to the fullest. Mr. Losfeld can you make her
twelve years old."
"Of course."
He waved his hand and a pubescent twelve year old girl with no curves
to speak of and only a pair of small nubs pushing out from under her
shirt stood where the over-developed sixteen year old had stood scant
moments before.
"How about red hair?" asked John.
A wave of a hand and the blue-eyed sandy haired adolescent became a
green-eyed redhead.
Brian was in shock. "What's going on here?" he demanded. "I don't
want to be a girl. And I sure as hell don't want to be twelve years
old."
"Calm down, Brian. Just take it easy." replied agent Losfeld. "We're
still in the interview process."
"What interview process? I haven't asked any questions yet. They
seem to be doing all the talking, and every time they say something
you wave your hand and zap me into somebody else. Don't I get to
ask any questions?"
"We're sorry to have to interrupt, Mr. Losfeld." said John. "But Abby
and I have talked this over and we've reached our final decision. We
would like her to be ten years old with blonde hair the same color as
Abby's."
Another wave of a hand. And the twelve year old green-eyed redheaded
adolescent girl was instantaneously transformed into a ten year old
blue-eyed, blond pre-pubescent girl.
"She's absolutely perfect, Mr. Losfeld." said the Lawton's in unison.
"We'll take her."
"Have you picked a name for her?"
"Yes. The missus and I like Brittany Anne."
"An excellent choice."
"But Mr. Losfeld, what about..." interrupted Brian.
A wave of his hand cut Brian short.
"To answer your previous question, you have no choice in this at all,
Brittany Anne Lawton.
"As I now witness, this interview has been lawfully held and now
completed as prescribed under the aegis of the Witness Relocation and
Protection Act. Under the terms of the application for participation
in the WRPP, both agreed to and signed by Brian Marwell for both
himself and any subsequent identities established as a direct result
of said active participation in any of the program's selection
interview processes, I do hereby declare that you, Brittany Anne
Lawton, have now been duly placed forthwith."
"But Mr. Losfeld..." whined a petulant Brittany.
"Leave Mr. Losfeld alone, Brittany. He and your father have to
complete the final paperwork."
"But, Mrs. Lawton, I don't want to be a ten year old girl." whined
Brittany. "I'd be a lot happier staying here if I were a boy instead
of a girl. Can't you ask Mr. Losfeld to change into a boy. Please."
"Stop your whining, Brittany. You're now our daughter and that's
that, young lady."
"But I don't have to like it." moped Brittany. "Maybe if I hold my
breath until I turn blue they'll make Mr. Losfeld change me into a
boy."
"Don't be such a sourpuss Brittany." Abby Lawton put her arm around
her daughter in an attempt to comfort her. "Look dear, your father
and Mr. Losfeld have just shaken hands. That means all the paperwork
is done. You're our little girl now."
"That's just great." groaned Brittany as tears flowed down her cheeks.
"All that's left is the failsafe spell, and ..."
Suddenly there was a flash of bright light. Brittany clutched tightly
to Abby Lawton until it faded away.
"Mommy?" asked Brittany still tightly clutching Abby. "Who is that
man over there next to daddy? I don't think I like him. He looks
like a old meanie, and he scares me."
END
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