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Disclaimer: The following story contains scenes of an adult nature. While sex is not the focus of this story, there is some in it. If you are underage or offended by explicit language, go away. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Opinions of the characters are not necessarily those of the author. The Orb by Sarah Miller "Wow. Remind me never to move again," said Kate, stacking the last box from the truck in the kitchen. Her new house now had a decor reminiscent of early warehouse. The furniture could scarcely be see underneath the columns of neatly taped boxes. "Yeah," agreed Norman, her husband. "Ugh." But over the next few days this young couple displayed an energy seldom seen amongst their peers, and soon had a remarkably tall stack of empty and folded boxes in the garage. The furniture slowly appeared, and Kate got her kitchen organized. Norman unpacked books, computers, clothes, and all manner of odds and ends. Some of this stuff he swore he'd never seen before in his life. The effort drained them both, but they were happy. They'd gotten a remarkable deal on this two story house with a full basement and attic. The house had been built in 1903, and was in impeccable condition, from the stained glass doors on the bookcase surrounding the fireplace to the three year old furnace in the basement. It had 2500 square feet of living space on a generous half acre lot. The estate they'd bought it from seemed very anxious to unload it, so they got it for a song. They were wary, but the professional inspector could find nothing substantially wrong. Two weeks later, with everything pretty much in place, they began exploring the attic, intending to clean it out since they were going store holiday items there. When they climbed up, they found huge piles of junk. "Oh shit," thought Norman, "this will take forever to sort out." But still glowing with the excitement of owning their first house, they tackled the job with considerable enthusiasm. There was little else to do in the middle of February anyway. The attic was cold and dusty. Norman and Kate slowly worked through the pile. There was a lot of junk, and a little bit of decent stuff. They actually found a few small pieces of furniture they could use. Kate was thrilled to be able to at least partially furnish her new house with nice antiques. By the middle of March they had cleared an area at one end, and hauled up their own boxes for storage. They began unpacking the many trunks and boxes still up there. They found all sorts of odd clothing in varied sizes, a number of leather bound diary books, and boxes of what appeared to be memorabilia - glass and ceramic statuettes, plaques, souvenir ashtrays, all sorts of odds and ends. And one Saturday morning, Norman discovered the oddest thing of all. At the bottom of yet another nondescript trunk was a shiny golden ball. It was about three inches in diameter, with short stubby spikes all over it. Norman was at a total loss as to what this thing was, so he put it in his coat pocket to show Kate when she got home from the store. Meanwhile, he filled another trashcan up with useless junk. His mind drifted completely away from thoughts of this orb. It was another raw March evening, as Norman sat in the parlor reading a magazine. There was a nice fire going, the wind was howling around the house, trying to tear it from its moorings. Norman was content as he sipped some hot cocoa. He paused on one page, examining an advertisement with a striking model in it. Her face was very appealing to Norman, who stared at the page. Well, stared is too strong a word, but Norman was quit taken with her face. He looked up as Kate walked into the room, and recoiled as she let out a piercing shriek. Dropping the magazine, he jumped up in surprise, feeling the odd sensation of hair flying around his face. He grabbed a handful as Kate shouted "Who are you!" "Huh?" he answered. "Are you OK, honey?" "Norman?" she asked timidly. "Is that really you?" "What'd ya mean is it really me? Who else would I be... Oh, shit. What is all this hair?" Norman ran to the bathroom, where he nearly fainted. Staring back from the mirror was the face of the model he'd been looking at. Creamy, smooth skin, with flowing red hair, it was quite a face. But it sat on Norman's body, and looked slightly odd. "What happened to me?" he asked, trembling, as Kate walked in behind him. "I look just like that woman in the magazine. "What woman?" "The one in the ad. I was looking at the ad, and you came in and screamed." "You were just looking at it? How could looking at a magazine page cause this?" "I don't know! Jeez, how could anything cause this?" "Just calm down, Norman. Try to relax. No sense in having a coronary over it. We'll figure something out. Come on back and sit down." They returned to the parlor, where Norman took his previous position in the chair next to the fireplace. "OK, Norman, think. If you were concentrating on that model in the ad, and knowing you, that's what you were doing, maybe you can concentrate on something else and get your face back." Kate walked over and sat in his lap. "Concentrate." Norman wiggled a bit as Kate nestled her rear end into Norman's lap. He found it difficult to concentrate on anything except her boobs, which she had thoughtlessly stuck in front of his face. "Uh, Norman..." Kate started before she was unceremoniously dumped on the floor as Norman jumped to his feet. "Damn, Kate, now I've got your tits! Concentrate my ass, you did that on purpose!" Kate got up swiftly and retreated to the kitchen, trying desperately to avoid laughing out loud. She had indeed done it, to see if concentrating on something did cause the changes. Now she knew that it did, they needed to find the reason. After a ten minute wait, she returned to the parlor, only to find Norman back to normal. "You're OK now!" she told him. "Yes, I just concentrated on my old body, from this picture. It worked. But I've got to figure out what happened. It could be a little embarrassing if that happened in public." "Could be. Well, how was it?" "How was what?" "Honestly, Norman, are you really that dense? How did you like having breasts?" "Jeez, Kate, I don't know. It was weird. Kind of an interesting weird, but I don't think I want to go through that again." "Yeah, well, it must be something you got into in the attic, you were up there all day. Lets go get all the books and look through them." They hauled three boxes of diaries down from the attic and began reading them. They had no idea where to start, or what they were looking for. This would take a while. ***** Norman was a pig, thought Kate as she picked his coat up off the floor. It was lying there next to his chair, not six feet from the closet door. As she grabbed it, it felt heavier than normal. Searching the pockets, she found the golden spiked orb. It was nothing like anything she'd ever seen before, a shiny golden color, with all these short rounded spikes protruding from the surface. She wondered why Norman didn't tell her about it. The moron probably forgot he had it, she figured. He was only 30, but already he was acting like he had Alzheimer's. She hung his coat up, and carried the orb to her chair, where she examined it more closely. She thought she felt a raw power emanate from it, but there was nothing she could put her finger on. She set it down on the end table and picked up a magazine. She still had several hours before Norman would get home from work, and she needed a rest before starting dinner. After an hour, Kate felt an urge, and went into the bathroom. Passing the vanity mirror, she got a shock. It was not her face looking back, but that of a model in the last ad she'd looked at carefully. She was considering trying this new makeup, and she had looked closely at the model's face. Just like, Norman, but for vastly different reasons. It must be that metallic dog's toy Norman found. It did have some sort of power. She found a picture of herself and concentrated on it. That had worked for Norman, but it was having no effect on her. She went back to her chair and stared at the picture. Hell, she thought, maybe Norman would like her better this way. She just had to figure this out. "Hi, honey, I'm home!" shouted Norman as he closed the front door. Kate wanted to strangle him - she was really getting tired of that expression, and the Ricky Ricardo accent he used to shout it. He seemed to think it was funny, but it was just annoying. But for today, she put on a winning smile and went to greet him. "Hi, Norman, how was your day?" "Just fine. Anything new?" "No. I'll go finish dinner." Kate was puzzled at his lack of reaction, and snuck a glance in the bathroom mirror. She was back to normal. It must have happened when she got back near the orb. It must have some kind of limited range. She thought she had this thing almost figured out now, but she'd have to do some more experiments to find out. ***** The next morning she couldn't wait for Norman to leave. She grabbed her magazine and the orb and went to work. She found a picture of Dolly Parton, and soon had an identically overendowed body. She enjoyed the large breasts until they just got too heavy, then concentrated on her own body. It worked. She tried the same thing from a farther distance. After a number of switches back and forth, she found it's range to be about five feet. This thing was incredible. She could be anyone she wanted. A sly smile spread across her face, as she thought about that. After a brief experiment, a plan began to form. Today was Wednesday. Saturday would be the day she'd have some fun with Norman. In the meantime, she'd continue reading those diaries. They were pretty interesting, at least some of them. Everyone romanticizes the Victorian era, and the 1920's and 30's, but sometimes life could be rough back then. This house didn't even have indoor plumbing when it was new. Kate was fascinated. ****** Norman awoke to his wife's caresses, quickly becoming aroused. She hardly ever wanted sex in the daytime. In fact, she hardly ever wanted sex. Initially suspicious, he finally jumped right in, and the pair became quite frenzied. At least one of them did. Kate was concentrating on something while trying to keep Norman distracted. She finally got Norman on his back, and straddled his legs. His fingers were kept busy as he concentrated on Kate's crotch. Suddenly Kate scooted down, frowned with some intensity, and plunged onto Norman's penis. Unfortunately, Norman no longer had one. But Kate did, and she plunged straight into him before he realized what had happened. Still in shock, Norman did not resist as Kate kept pumping away. Unwillingly, Norman was slowly becoming more and more excited, and began meeting Kate's thrusts. Soon enough they both had tremendous orgasms, and Kate collapsed onto Norman. "Holy shit, Kate, what the hell did you just do?!" "I found a way for you to enjoy being the woman. So how was it?" "Great. No, I couldn't have liked it. I can't like having sex with a man! God, I'm confused." "Don't be. You loved it, I could tell. Just admit it to yourself, or you'll go nuts." "But I'm not some homo." "No, you're still straight. After all, you just had sex as a woman, with a man. That's perfectly all right, even for your easily bruised ego." And just to prove it, she started sliding in and out once again, becoming erect as Norman began gasping. Afterward, she fell asleep, leaving Norman to ponder the whole situation by himself. He had no idea how he got into this mess, but he was absolutely sure Kate did. But he was intrigued by the sensations he was feeling even as Kate slept on him. It really was an interesting experience. He might even consent to it again. But Kate had just better explain what she did. He wondered if that golden ball had anything to do with it. It sure was a strange looking thing, like some alien artifact. ***** Norman set the last dish down, and he and Kate took their places at the dinner table. They'd both returned to normal, after Kate explained how she'd hidden the orb under the bed. The odd thing was, it only affected the last person to touch it, and that had been Kate. They discovered this when Norman was unable to return to normal. Kate had then had to change him back, although it needed his assistance in concentrating. The orb seemed to focus mental power into causing whatever changes the owner wanted. Norman had not caused his own changes, it had been Kate. This aspect scared Norman. What if Kate turned him into some hideous creature and left him that way. Would she do that? Could she? He didn't think she would, but he just couldn't be sure. No, she loved him. Sure they had an occasional fight, who didn't? Would she take revenge on him somehow? He needed an answer, but he couldn't find one. After a week of this, Kate finally decided to do something about his deteriorating condition. So she started in on him at breakfast, staring deeply into his puffy brown eyes. "Norman, we have to talk." "About what? I haven't done anything." "No, I know you haven't," Kate said, somewhat taken aback at his defensiveness. "But you haven't slept for a week. You're a wreck. Please tell me what's wrong." "Nothing. Everything's just peachy." "No, it's not. Out with it!" "Well," he finally sighed. "What's wrong. I'll tell ya, but don't get mad." "Why would I get mad?" "I dunno. Just don't. You touched the orb last. You got the power. And you hid the damn thing. I never know what kind of hideous thing I'll wake up as." "What!?" "Yeah. What if you got mad at me? I'm scared outta my mind! I just can't take this." "Norman, I'm really hurt. How could you think so little of me as that?" "Well, you turned me into a girl, against my will. What's next?" "Well, actually, I thought at the time you were doing it to yourself. You knew that. I'd never do anything to hurt you. I just can't believe you have that little trust. Besides, you really did enjoy it." "Yeah, well, so what? Lots of crazy things might be fun. Doesn't mean I wanna try 'em." "Norman, listen to yourself. You're being an idiot. Loosen up. Look, just go take a nap. I'll call your boss and tell him you're sick. Catch up on some sleep. I promise that nothing will happen to you while you're asleep. Later, we'll talk some more." Reluctantly, Norman made his way back upstairs, and remarkably, was asleep within seconds of getting positioned somewhat horizontally. ***** "Norman?" "Yes, dear?" "Let's try out the orb again. That was so much fun. You know we can change back whenever you want." Norman frowned at his wife, who was sitting across the dinner table. Her grey eyes twinkled and pleaded. Remembering their previous conversation, he began to worry that she would leave him if he didn't try to have a little more fun. He nodded. "Ooooooooh" squealed Kate. "I know just the thing for you!" She ran and dug out the orb. Norman began having second thoughts, but before he could say anything, Kate was back. And very shortly afterward, he felt his balls and penis disappearing. But this time it didn't stop with his acquisition of a vagina. He felt a vaguely familiar weight on his chest. His shirt cuffs were suddenly past his fingertips, and what nice slender fingertips they were! He soon felt hair tickling his cheeks, which were now silky smooth. She'd changed him completely into a girl this time! He was quite scared, but a bit thrilled. This was daring and exciting. Norman moved over to the door, where a full length mirror was hung. Removing the clothing which now hung on him like a sack. He couldn't believe his eyes. Staring back at him was a pretty redhead, green eyes, creamy pale skin, and moderately large breasts. His waist contained no evidence of excess fatty tissue, and flowed into shapely hips and sleek legs. Kate certainly had good taste in women's bodies. He turned around to find that Kate had been replaced by a well muscled blonde man. Hey, if you can choose a body, it might as well be your fantasy one! Needless to say, this pair did not get out much that weekend. Norman was not well rested when he arrived at work Monday morning, but no one could figure out why he had that subtle smile and the twinkle in his eyes. He must have had some weekend, they thought. If only they'd known. ***** Over the next few weeks, Norman and Kate spent many hours under the spell of the orb. They switched body parts seemingly at random. Sometimes Norman had breasts, sometimes a vagina, sometimes both. Kate always took an analogous male version. More recently they had experimented with animal parts, although neither wanted to go all the way with that. Without the orb, they would simply have continued their dull, eventless lives, driven by Norman's complete lack of an adventurous spirit. With it, they had a lot of very strange and unique experiences. They were thankful for that. And they still searched for an answer to why they even had such a thing. There were many diaries, and they ran across a few references to the orb, but never any concrete data. For instance, one entry from 1953 talked about using the orb to help an ailing neighbor. March 18, 1953. We had to help old Joe again. He was running a high fever, with sweating and chills. Another relapse. We used the orb once again. We really need to be careful with it, to preserve and protect it. But Joe was OK this morning, and we listened to another tale from his days building the Panama Canal. The old goat really had some interesting experiences. Although I suspect that like most of us, his memories are far more pleasant than the reality was. It is always fascinating to hear history from those who lived it though, and old Joe lived it. But the jungle took a lot from him, including his health. He's over 70, and I don't think he has long to live. I do hope the orb will make his time more pleasant. Norman could find no further reference to the situation, at least in that volume. Norman thought it would be nice if they could help people like that. Kate said no. Maybe a personal favor to selected friends, but she was worried about notoriety. A healing orb, and one that could change people around? They'd be locked up wearing straightjackets. ***** Summer rolled around at last, and Norman took his usual vacation. Norman usually took two weeks around this time, and they traveled for a week or so, letting Norman rest for the remainder. This vacation was going to be special. Kate thought it would be fun to go on a trip as each other. Spend at least a week to see what it was like to actually live on the other side. Norman was not totally thrilled at the idea - he'd never actually ventured outside in female form. He was desperately afraid to be seen. He was very self-conscious about wearing a dress. Nevertheless, he agreed. He didn't want Kate angry at him through the entire trip, and secretly, he was kind of thrilled. He'd been thoroughly enjoying the sexual escapades as a female, and desire had been growing to experience a little more. He just wouldn't admit it to Kate. His reticence was all that kept Kate from going completely out of control with that thing. Norman arrived home Friday afternoon at the usual time. Kate was waiting, orb in hand. Before he even finished undressing, Kate had him looking like her twin. He admired the long reddish blonde hair cascading past his shoulders, the firm, medium sized breasts he now sported, and the hourglass figure Kate worked so hard to keep. The problem was, he was now admiring himself. Well, he sighed to himself, he _had_ agreed. He began dressing himself in Kate's clothes. By the time he finished, he was looking across the room at his own likeness, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. They continued the packing Kate had already started. "Good God," Norman complained. "You packed all this stuff for me? I'll never wear half of it." It was the same complaint Norman always had. He felt Kate always overpacked. She always countered that a woman had to be prepared for different things - a walk around town, a nice dinner, shorts for hot weather, slacks for cooler. Norman always shook his head in bewilderment. She really never wore everything she packed, while Norman always arrived home with nothing but dirty clothes. But he was not in the driver's seat this year. Kate packed for both of them, figuring Norman would not have a clue about what to take in her body, and she had in mind to improve his travel habits. Saturday morning found the two heading north on the interstate. Kate was driving, which made Norman somewhat nervous. Norman always believed the man should drive, and wasn't yet accustomed to that man actually being someone else. But he settled down and watched the scenery. This was harder to do than one would normally expect, as they were driving up I-95 near the central Florida coast - an area mostly devoid of interesting things to watch. They stopped for the night in St. Augustine, where they found a very Disneyfied town. No one paid any attention to Norman's gender, as long as he paid in cash. Sunday found the two walking through the old town streets. Norman felt that all the men were staring at his jiggling chest. The weight as he walked was something he was only gradually becoming used to. It made him very self- conscious. He was thrown off balance when store clerks paid attention to him around jewelry counters instead of catering to Kate. He finally bought a pair of earrings shaped like little cannons. It was a hell of a souvenir for a man to buy. He was vastly relieved when they settled back in their room after dinner, and got some sensuous pleasure in the tub as he washed off the sweat and grime accumulated over a very long, very hot day. The next day Norman once again climbed into the passenger side, settling for the role of Navigator. He did feel that he did a better job than Kate usually did. He was much more adept at reading maps inside moving cars. And as they moved further into unfamiliar territory, he found himself enjoying the view without the stress of driving. With a slight smile, he realized he was actually enjoying this for a change. But when they stopped north of Atlanta for the night, Norman was brought back to reality as he became annoyed with all the men around the motel talking to his chest. He could not understand why women didn't just punch their smirking little mouths in. It wasn't civilized, but was this behavior any better? Tuesday they arrived at their destination, a small cabin on a lake. The site was fairly isolated from their neighbors by virtue of being almost in the middle of a five acre heavily wooded lot. The site also had a sturdy pier, and at its end a small boathouse. Norman wandered down and found a 22 foot day sailor tied up inside. It had been a number of years since he'd been sailing, and he looked forward to getting this beast out into the lake. And so began Norman's taste of what a woman's vacation is like. He did most of the cooking, most of the cleaning, and as they prepared to leave on Sunday, all of the laundry. Kate went fishing. To be fair, she did clean the fish, and she did take Norman sailing at least once per day. They also spent a lot of time in bed, since there was no television available. By the end, both were relaxed and wearing satisfied smiles. ***** "Try again," demanded Norman. "It can't be broke." "I am trying. Nothing is happening. I can't get it to work. I'm concentrating as hard as I can." "Shit. This is _not_ happening. You must be doing something wrong." "No, I'm not. Watch." As Norman looked on, horrified, Kate was able to return her body to its proper shape. But nothing she did would cause Norman to revert. He was in a panic. He had to be at work in the morning. He almost accused her of doing this on purpose, but bit his tongue just in time. Her face was strained. It was obvious this was an unplanned setback. Kate suddenly got a thoughtful look. Telling Norman to wait, she returned with all of the diaries they hadn't yet read. "I hope I'm wrong, but I have a suspicion. Start reading the rest of these things. Mark any reference to that damned orb. I have to run an errand." With that, Kate took off, in her own body. Norman was now very anxious, but did as he was told. By skimming through many of the entries he was able to make rapid progress, but had only marked one passage by the time Kate returned and began helping. She started by reading the entry Norman had marked. April 23, 1946 By God it worked! Jack's limp is gone. I feel a bit drained, but the little gold ball did it's job. Jack's pinned knee is healed. Now he can't sit around feeling sorry for himself. He's as healthy as he was before the war, and he shouldn't have trouble with a good job now. He was so grateful, I hope we can get married now. If the ball really has these healing powers, it will be a great thing for mankind. Kate got very excited about this, and continued reading. She didn't trust Norman to have found all the entries, and she was proved correct. Only three pages farther along were more entries. April 26, 1946 Jack is a pain. I almost don't want to marry him now. He says we can't use the ball for healing all of mankind. They just wouldn't understand, he says. We'd be freaks, dissected in some government lab. They wouldn't understand the wonderful technology we have. So we're supposed to keep it a secret. Bah! April 30, 1946 Well, I guess Jack really was right. I used the ball on a little boy's sprained knee down the block. When he ran home and told his mother, she came down here accusing me of warping the boy's brain. Told me I was some sort of witch, and she was going to call the government. Like they would do anything, the lazy bums. But she might, so I hid the ball where no one could find it. That was it for that volume. Kate quickly searched for the next volume. When she found it she continued reading. She read until the wee hours of the morning, finally falling asleep in her chair. Norman had long ago given up and gone to bed. The sun struggled to lift itself into a hazy sky as Norman pulled himself out of bed. He called in sick, pretending he was Kate calling. He saw Kate sprawled in the chair, and quietly fixed himself some breakfast. While he was eating Kate came in. "I think I have an idea about what happened. Let me try something here," she told him. She held the orb in her hand as she concentrated. Soon she nodded in satisfaction. Norman was puzzled, since he felt no changes. "Go look in the mirror," she commanded. When Norman returned to the table he was merely puzzled.. "If you can change me back now, why didn't you?" "That's just it. I can't. I changed your hair color, but I can't change you back into a man. I think this may be why." She held up the bag she'd brought home from her excursion yesterday. Norman took it and pulled out the contents. His face turned ashen. "A pregnancy test kit? You think I'm pregnant? That's impossible. I'm not even really a woman!" "Yes, you are. And we've had a lot of sex over the past couple of weeks. Neither one of us even thought about using some form of protection. Let's go see if we have anything to worry about." They retreated to the bathroom, and administered the test. Norman sat for close to ten minutes, just staring at the positive indication. Karen began to explain what she thought was happening. "The orb is a healing device, Norman. Its primary function is to repair injuries and heal sickness. That's what has become obvious from reading the diaries. Changing our form is a similar function. I think it must amplify our desires somehow, and cause the changes - healing or the way we've used it. I think it must be incapable of harming someone. So I suspected you might have a little someone inside of you. I was right on that, at least. I'm just guessing on the orb, but it makes sense." "God, Kate, what am I supposed to do then? I can't be you for the next nine months. What about my job? You don't know how to do it. And I certainly don't know how to be pregnant!" "Norman, you don't have to know how to be pregnant. You just are. And it looks like you'll have to learn how to be me. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. And remember, we both used to be real estate brokers. I can go back to that. We'll get by." "No, Kate. I just can't do this. I'm not a woman. I can't deliver a baby!" "Calm down Norman! You're stuck. Deal with it. I'm sorry. You don't know _how_ sorry. But there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. You will be the mother of our child. I promise you can go back to being Norman after the baby is born. But not before. As much as I wish you could, the orb just won't allow it." **** The summer passed quickly for Norman. His clothes only began to get tight in August, when Kate took him shopping for maternity clothes. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Everyone now knew he'd had sex. It was the only way to get pregnant. In spite of all the well wishing and congratulations, he was just simply acutely embarrassed. By September he was definitely showing. It was horrible. And the morning sickness! Don't let me get started on that! Pregnancy was definitely women's work. Men just cannot handle it. But Norman endured. Norman endured, and endured. The baby was due in March. By January he was frantic. His back was in constant pain. He had to pee (sitting down no less) constantly. He had odd cravings. He drove Kate to distraction with constant demands to go to the store for things. He made Kate sick when he put mustard on a bowl of ice cream. His feet were swollen. He couldn't sleep on his back. By February he could hardly stand up without assistance. He cried a lot. The couple completed their birthing classes. Norman was taken aback when his obstetrician recommended them. Hadn't women been giving birth for millions of years? Why the hell did they suddenly need a class? But he went. And he endured. He endured until March 20, when he found himself leaking fluid all over the floor, and gut wrenching pain filled his being. It was time. And in the time honored tradition of middle class suburbanites, Kate fumbled blindly while trying to get Norman to the hospital. Miraculously, they made it. Two hours after arrival, Norman gave birth to a 7 pound 2 ounce bouncing baby girl. Kate fainted. ***** "It has been over two weeks now, Norman. What do you want to do?" "I don't know, Kate. It's remarkable. I brought this child into the world, and now I just can't seem to let go of the idea that I oughtta be the mother. But I miss being a man. I miss all the stuff I used to do. But when little Kimberly sucks on my breasts and feeds herself, I find that I really don't care about that stuff anymore. God, this is hard. Being the mother, that's hard to give up." ***** "Kimberly, you quit teasing your little brother. Go sit in the corner!" As little Michael ran squealing through the house, Norman sighed in frustration. Michael was only two. It would be years before he could get some peace and quiet. Kate had been right. He should have let her have the role of mother to these two hellions. But now the orb was gone, sitting quietly at the bottom of the lake. And Norman would have to endure. The End.