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The Dance
(A Spells-R-Us Story)
by Hawkyn
Bob came out of the Walden Books with a look of exasperation on his Face
and 2 books in a bag. "Frack! None of those books on dancing made any
sense" he mumbled to his friend Tom as he headed for the Nature of things
store. "I'll catch you later Bob." His friend said as he took off the other way.
"I gotta see if the Cindy has forgiven me yet." He added. Bob watched Tom
walk off and absent-mindedly wondered why Tom hung out with him. Tom
was one of those tall, blond, GQ wearing, muscle bound guys that all the
girls seem to go for. Like one of those guys they put on the cover of those
"Love at the edge of Pain" books that his mother was always reading. Of
course Cindy was a cheer leader and treated Tom like crap, but at least he had
someone to treat him like crap. He looked over and saw his reflection and
noted the gut, army surplus ensemble, short brown hair, and a face only his
mother seemed to love. "Man do I hate my life." He thought to himself as he
wondered, alone, into the Nature store.
The New Age/Celtic music in the store did nothing to improve his mood.
After digging through the $1.50 crystal box and coming up with one decent
looking crystal he moved to the counter to pay for it. This was a payday
ritual for him, a new crystal for his fish tank, a new piece of software for his
PC, more complaints from his mom about not getting out enough. All the
usual payday routine except for the ultimatum his mother had laid down
before he left this morning. His Mom wanted him out of the house; "You're
18 and going to college, move to the dorms and find a life for Heaven's
sake!" Seemed to be her mantra.
"Will that be all?" The chunky brunet behind the counter asked as she put the
crystal in a small bag, breaking Bob out of his reverie.
"Uh, Yeah. Thanks." He stammered in reply.
"Now, where am I going to find something that will teach me to dance before
that stupid spring fling tomorrow. " He said to himself as he walked. This
drew stares from several of the people he passed. Being stared at didn't
bother him anymore. He had accepted that he was different from the rest of
the world. They could stare all they liked as far as Bob was concerned. He
knew he wasn't deformed or anything like that. He was just off in a world of
his own most of the time. That kind of behavior does not exactly make you
the most popular kid in school.
He turned down the side corridor remembering that there used to be a
bookshop down here next to the Orange Julius. As he looked, he saw that it
had closed and the book store stood empty. What caught his attention next
was that the Orange Julius wasn't there any more either. In its place was a
store called "Spells - R - Us". "That's different." He thought. "I might as
well check it out, since I'm here"
He passed through the shop door and felt a sudden chill. Even with the
florescent lights overhead, everything in the store had a muted appearance.
Like the lights from above weren't actually illuminating them. A glass case
was at the front of the store and in it were various trinkets, jewelry, and such.
The far wall was covered with assorted bottles, cans, and boxes. Some of
them had labels that were obviously designed to match the store name. After
all who would believe they actually had a love potions and "Were-Cat-Nip" in
those containers. Then he saw a rack in the back spilling over with old
books, magazines and record albums.
Just as he started for the rack an old guy in what looked like some kind of
bath robe stepped out of the back. "Hi Bob, I was wondering when you
would show up here." The old man said as he made his way around the
display case.
"Hi, I was looking ... Hey! Wait a minute how did you know my name?"
He replied starting to back away from the old man.
"You were looking for a way to learn to "trip the light fandango" without
tripping over your own feet by tomorrow because your mother said that if
you don't go to the dance, you won't get the money for the cable modem
hookup you want." He replied putting his arm across Bob's shoulder and
directing him back toward the bookrack in the back. "Am I close?" He
finished with a wink.
"Look, I don't know how you know all this, but I'm not about to go into the
back room with you." He said trying to pull away from the old man's grip.
"Chill, kid. I just want to show you something to help you out." He said
gesturing toward the back of the store.
"I've read stories on the Net about guys like you. How do I know I won't
end up in a pair of dancing shoes that won't stop or something?"
"Oh, nothing like that, besides I sold my last pair of those to some guy who
said he was headed for Broadway. He should be there by now." He
chuckled. He released Bob and started to dig through the pile of old records
on one side of the rack.
"I don't want to be a bother, I can learn to live with my 56K connection."
"Don't be silly, after all do you think you mother will give up on her, what
did you call it, Crusade to get you hitched and out of her hair', if you don't
go to this dance and at least make an effort to meet other people?" He asked.
Giving Bob that look that said he knew what he was talking about.
"No, but this is ridiculous, there is no way I can possibly learn to dance in
one night."
"Ah here it is, Darn where is the album cover." The old man pulled out an
old record then continued digging through the mess.
"Don't worry about it. I will take it as is." Bob said, desperate to get out of
the weird store and away from the even weirder man.
"Hmm, no cover. Well, Bob I should advise you that the cover is important
when you are buying an album. You never know what kind of important
information you will find on the cover that isn't mentioned on the album."
The old man said handing him the album.
The record was pressed in some kind of off red color, only had a label on one
side and that was partially missing. The remnants of the label read "Get Your
Perfect Partner and Learn to Dance in One Night for...." Nothing after that
but Bob figured it was most likely beginners. The other label was completely
missing.
"You have to be kidding me, this record must be 20 years old and looks like
Hell. I would be afraid to put under my needle!" Bob replied blowing dust
out of the grooves. "How much are you planning to stick me for this?"
The old man started to look a little ticked off by this point. "Look kid I'll sell
it to you for $10.00 and if it doesn't do exactly what it says it will do, just
bring it back and I will refund all of the money. How's that? I don't usually
offer any thing like that so I suggest you take it." He said moving over
toward the cash register.
"All my money if it doesn't work? Alright, but I want a receipt." Bob
replied pulling the $10 bill from his pocket and handing it to the old man.
Bob thought he could hear the old guy chuckling as he left.
Bob put all the items he had picked up in the large bag he had been given at
the bookstore and headed home. In the back of his mind he tried to
remember where he had heard about a place like that before. He knew there
was something familiar about the store, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
When he arrived home he found a note from his mom telling him that his
aunt Lucy had fallen off her porch again and that she and his father would be
up there the rest of the week putting a new railing on the porch and helping
her out. She, of course, finished with "Have fun at the dance. I want to hear
all about it when we get home." Her, "Moms Way", of saying she still
expects him to go and will check him out when she gets back to make sure he
went.
Bob thought to himself, "Well at least there won't be anyone around to see
me making a fool out of myself with this stupid record." He emptied the
contents of his bag on the bed and just for an instant it looked like the crystal
he had bought from the Nature store was glowing as it lay there next to the
album in the bag. After thinking about it for a moment he decided it must be
a trick of the light.
He took the album over to the record player and cleaned it thoroughly. He
had nice Collection of vintage vinyl and didn't want to ruin the needle on this
old piece of crap. As he cleaned the record, he read the title again. "Get You
Perfect Partner? What am I supposed to do for a partner? Oh, Hell, I may as
well try it anyway." He then put the album on the turntable and went and
changed clothes. He figured a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt would be
best for this experiment. He then moved the eight-year-old bunk and other
furniture back against the walls to provide him the maximum amount of room
to stumble around in without injuring himself.
Scratchy static and popping filled the air as the needle eased slowly into the
groove. Bob fought his natural instinct to immediately lift the tone arm again
to protect his needle. After a few seconds the static faded and then
disappeared, replaced by a man's voice.
"Welcome to lesson one, side one. Please proceed to the center of the room
and stand strait with you arms at your side and wait for the music and further
instructions." The voice on the record instructed in a pleasant tone.
Bob complied and moved to the center of the room. Standing there at
attention waiting as he heard what sounded like chamber music coming up in
the background.
"For this first lesson you will need to close you eyes and keep them closed.
You should now hear the music in the background. Do not attempt to dance
at this time, just listen to the rhythm and the melody. Listen to the music with
you ears, but feel it with you whole body."
"What kind of crap is this? Zen dancing?" He said as stood there and the
ancient music drifted around him. Slowly he started to understand what the
voice had told him. He could feel the rhythm. It seemed to match his
heartbeat and move into and around him. He stood there with his eyes
closed. His body swaying with the tune.
"By now you should start to have a feel for the rhythm. Start to move around
with the music. Move in small circles and do not open your eyes. Don't
worry weather or not you are doing anything right or wrong. Just enjoy the
music and the way your body feels as it moves with it."
Bob started to move around in clumsy circles. Thinking that he must look
really stupid right now. As he moved he began let his arms start to sway like
a drunk after a weeklong binge. Although he knew that his movements were
far from graceful he found that he was starting to enjoy this.
"We will now work on improving your grace, posture and other aspects of
your appearance . You must not stop till the music stops and keep you eyes
closed till you are told to open them. "
Bob wandered why it kept telling him to keep his eyes closed, but didn't
worry about it too much at this point he was enjoying this. He waited for
further instructions, but all that happened was that the music changed. He
adjusted his movements to match it. The new music had a strong forceful
beat, like one of those old tunes you hear in the old sword fighting movies
when the men are all marching out to war. He quickly began to work up a
sweat. Soon he could feel dampness under his arms and wet slap of other
things inside his boxers. He started to wonder if the record had skipped an
instruction or something.
The music changed again, a different song, more lilting and ballet-like now
playing in the background of the more forceful piece. The background tune
was, at this point, barely audible, but could be made out.
Bob decided to move with the first song since the other tune sounded like
crossover from another channel or something. As he moved with the military
tune he could feel his now sweat dampened clothes starting to cling to his
body. His clothes were feeling larger on him somehow. "Maybe I have
finally found a way to lose weight." He mused as he continued to circle
around the middle of the floor.
Slowly the ballet tune seemed to gain in strength and the military tune grew
steadily quieter. He found it interesting how two such different tunes could
sound right together and yet be discernable as separate pieces of music. He
continued to stumble in loose circles in the middle of the room with his arms
now moving in various patterns that seemed to "feel" like the right thing to
do.
Spinning there in the center of the room he began to feel something strange.
At first he wasn't sure what it was. He suddenly realized that he no longer
felt the soft slapping of his equipment against his thighs.
"That isn't right." He thought to himself. "I should feel something down
there." He immediately tried to stop, only to find that he couldn't. He tried
to open his eyes, also to no avail. He tried to trip himself up and fall to the
floor, but only kept moving with the music. "Damned old man!" He
attempted to say, only find the words trapped behind lips that wouldn't
move. Still the music played and he moved around the room.
His mind raced. What had that old man done? What was happening to him?
There was a sudden sensation of something pushing up into him. No pain,
no pleasure just the feel of a foreign, moving thing forcing its way into his
body. As it pushed up it seemed to expand filling his abdomen. A strange
warm tingling sensation began to slowly radiate out into his body. He felt the
muscles in his legs start to twitch and shift. For a moment he thought they
would give out and he could stop this at last, but he kept spinning, kept
moving with the music. The sensation moved up into his hips causing his
pants to fit strangely. His pelvis seemed to spread, the muscles and organs
rearranging themselves. He could feel his balance shifting, his feet and legs
now moved smoothly across the floor.
"What is happening to me?" His now panicking mind screamed.
The music changed again ... the ballet music growing stronger and faster ...
his body increasing its pace to match the ballet and no longer following the
military music.. He felt the changes shoot up his spine stopping and then
oozing across the shoulders and down the arms.
He wanted to stop this, to open his eyes, to run out of the house and not stop
till he was miles from this damn record. He could feel his body changing
each detail modified creating a new sensation. He tried to calm down and
think the situation through. It had started with his abdomen and then his
legs, it had felt like it was creating an opening in him. There had to be an
explanation, an opening in his abdomen meant ... meant ... No, He couldn't
be right. He tried to get a better feel of the changes that had occurred. The
new sway of his hips as he moved the feel of the fabric of his clothes across
the inside of his thighs. He was changing into a girl? This didn't make any
sense, he couldn't just change into a girl. He tried to put the thought out of
his head ... to fight this insanity. Still the music surrounding him, guiding
him, changing him.
His arms began to feel lighter now, still moving with the music. Now
instead of the sluggish flapping he had done before he could feel his arms
tracing delicate gestures and arcs. The alien sensation began to move slowly
out from the spine. He could feel it changing and shifting his organs as it
moved out toward his gut. He felt his T-shirt suddenly loosen, then dangle
as his belly, a victim of to many tacos and burgers, seemed to dissolve away.
The energy then moved up to his chest. He felt his T-shirt tighten around his
chest, felt a new sensitivity from then ends reacting to the shifting of flesh
against fabric as his body continued to sway to the music. . He screamed in
his mind. "Wait! No! Not that! Not breasts! This has got to stop!"
The music changed again ... the Ballet tune now equal to, almost
indistinguishable from the Military tune or was it that the Military tune was
getting lost in the Ballet? He felt his amazingly more graceful body spin and
slide with the new tune. He felt the weight of his newly formed breasts shift
and sway with the movements. The slight jiggle of is newly formed buttocks
as he changed directions caught him off guard. His clothes began to feel
strange, getting tighter. Not like he was changing this time but like they were
shrinking, becoming more form fitting. He still couldn't stop, still couldn't
open his eyes.
The music changed again the Ballet now strong and moving, the Military
music now quieter and less distinct. The sensation began to move up his
neck, spreading out across his face and scalp. He could feel his 3-day
growth of beard draw back into his face. The muscles in his face started to
twitch and jerk. The bones of his jaw shrank while his cheekbones seemed
to move up and out. Then he felt a tingling in his throat. He tried to speak,
but all he could manage was a soft, high-pitched moan. He could feel his
hair, always kept short, now dropping down past his shoulders and still
growing. He could feel the energy moving through his skull, reshaping it.
He wondered what would happen when it started on his brain.
The music changed for the last time ... now the Ballet tune was clear and
strong while the Military music had faded to a shadow of its original volume
and presence. He / she felt the music enter His / Her mind. It flashed with
colors and images. Memories flashed by repeatedly and with each pass they
were altered a little. Soon He / She couldn't tell what was being changed.
The new memories now seemed to be the right ones and the ones that didn't
match them started to feel alien. She / He tried to fight it, tried to save Her /
His past from being erased, to hold onto who She / He was, to hold onto....
The music stopped.... Bobbi opened her eyes and looked around the room.
She always seemed to get lost in the music. She walked over to the record
player and flipped the ancient record over. She looked into the mirror, pulled
her long auburn hair back over her shoulder and readjusted the unitard she
was wearing. She walked over to the lacey four poster bed that she had
begged her mother for last year and stretched out for a moment catching her
breath before the next lesson. She felt the weight of her bosoms shift under
the Lycra Spandex then reached up and pushed them back into place. "Why
did I have to take after dad's side of the family for these things? It would be
a lot easier to dance without D-cup knockers getting in the way." She mused.
Her voice, sounding strange to her for a fleeting moment.
The music started again ... she rose up off of the bed and moved back out to
the center of the floor ready to begin the next lesson.
"Welcome to side 2, lesson 2. You and your partner will now learn to dance
as one. When the lesson is complete you will understand that all things are a
dance, work, play, sports, and love. All of these have movements, steps,
and timing. Now turn to your perfect partner and begin moving with the
music."
Bobbi tuned and there before her stood Thomas. Something inside of her
head said this wasn't right, he shouldn't, couldn't be here. She reached up
and put her hands on his shoulders as his arms slid around her waist pulling
her against him, gently but firmly. They began to sway and circle with the
music. The pressure of Thomas's body against her now was sending
thrilling new sensations all through her body.
A small voice deep in side fading to nothingness as the music changed again.
As the introduction music now disappeared, a new one song took its place.
A love song, growing slowly with each new change of the tune its melody
soft, warm and welcoming. Bobbi soon lost herself in the music, the magic
and her lovers arms.
Prolog ... An old man in some sort of bathrobe is straitening up after closing
his shop for the day. He bumps his arm against the magazine rack and a
record album cover falls out. He picks it up, reads it, then tossing it into the
trash he chuckles to himself. "Hmmm, Bob won't have to worry about
going to the dance now. I guess he should have waited for me to find the
album cover. Heh heh heh."
The title on the cover read "Get Your Perfect Partner and Learn to Dance in
One Night for Girls." In bold lettering under it was the warning "Not to Be
Used by Males Under Any Circumstances."
END
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