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A Visit to the Shrink Author's Notes by Bill Hart I had the idea for this while doing my last posted ReGenesis, Inc. story. It has a first for me. I've written in some comic book characters. I know some people don't like having comic book characters in the stories they read, but I hope this won't be a problem for anyone. Those who publicly archive stories may do so, provided they don't charge for its downloading or change any of the verbage. As usual, just let me know where you plan on archiving it. Any way, as always, I hope you enjoy it. ---- Bill [email protected] * * * Copyright 1998 by the author of this message . If you want to post this anywhere else, please ask the author for permission first. Thank you * * * A Visit to the Shrink by Bill Hart Ronald Williams, his beautiful young wife Lily on his arm, stopped and stared at the sign on the door they were about to enter. It read simply "Walter R. Meadows, M.D., Clinical Psychiatrist." He shuddered at the though he needed to see a shrink, but too many really strange things had happened to him during the past week. And when he thought about them actually occurring, he doubted his sanity. Lily sensed her husband's troubled thoughts. "Ronnie, honey." she whispered Lily. "We really don't need to do this." "You may not, Lily. But I do." answered Ron. "I must find out if I'm going crazy or if I've already gone crazy or will be going crazy sometime in the immediate future." "You are _not_ crazy, Ronnie." she asserted firmly. "How can you even think you might be?" she asked with growing concern. They entered through the doctor's door together. Hearing the door open, the receptionist looked up. "May I help you?" she asked. "I'm Ronald Williams. And this is my wife Lily." he replied. "_I_ have an appointment with Dr. Meadows this afternoon." The receptionist quickly located his name on her appointment calendar. "Please take a seat Mr. and Mrs. Williams. The doctor will be with you in just a few minutes." Ron and Lily sat down together on one of the bench-like sofas. "You know, it's easy for you to say I'm not crazy, Lily." said Ron. "But you also must remember that, in some strange way, you seem to factor into what I must consider my insanity." "I know you can't mean that, Ronnie." replied Lily tearfully. "I no longer really know what I mean any more." said Ron. "But I know, you're well aware of all the irrational things that have been happening to be this past week." "Of course I know, honey. I'm your wife and I've been very concerned about you." she replied, wiping tears from her eyes. "But surely you can't think I've had a part in all of your troubles." "Of course not, Lily." answered Ron. "Of late, things have just become so totally confusing. I don't have any idea where to lay the blame for these problems." "You don't think the kids are to blame?" asked Lily. "Do you?" "Of course not. How could they be the cause of any of this?" he replied with his own question. "But if it's neither your fault nor our children's fault, then, by the process of elimination, I'm the only one left to blame for my problems." The receptionist came out from behind her enclosed space and announced unemotionally, "Mr. Williams, Dr. Meadows will see you now." Ronald stood up. But before he could move, Lily grabbed at his arm. "You don't have to do this Ronnie." she told him. "We can still work this out without involving outsiders." "I must do this, Lily. I need to know if something is wrong with me." replied Ron, more calmly then he felt. "Wait for me here. Hopefully, I won't be in there very long." Lily sighed as she watched her husband disappear into the corridor leading to the doctor's office. Having involved an outsider, she had doubts about their continued relationship. Could it ever be the way it was supposed to be? * * * * * "Come in Mr. Williams." said the doctor. "Please have a seat." For some strange reason, Ron felt an immediate familiarity with this doctor. Ron, who tended to be quiet around people he didn't know, wondered why someone he'd randomly picked out of the Yellow Pages would him feel so comfortable. Maybe it was simply his being a doctor. Or maybe it had something to do with them being able to stand eye-to-eye. Or it might also be something about how his salt and pepper colored full beard made him look so distinguished - almost like Freud himself. How could he not be at ease and fully trust someone like this, he reasoned? "Should I lay down on the couch, doctor?" "If that's what you'd like to do." replied the doctor with an engaging smile. "Then, go ahead." Ron decided to avoid the dreaded psychiatrist's couch. Instead, he went over and sat down in a large plush chair on the other side of room from it. "Now, we're ready to begin. Since this is our first session together, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Walter Meadows. If you'd prefer, but only if you'd feel comfortable doing so, you may call me Walt. I hope I may call you Ronald. Or, do your have another preference?" "Most of my friends just call me Ron, Walt." "Very well. Ron it is then." The doctor quickly scribbled something on his large pad. "Now, just what seems to be the trouble, Ron?" "It's kind of hard to explain ... exactly." "In that case, I would suggest that you start at the beginning." "I don't know." frowned Ron. "You'll think I'm crazy, Walt." "Now, now, Ron. We don't allow use of the 'C' word around here." admonished the doctor. "You're sure about that?" "Definitely." replied Walt. "Have you met my wife?" "Not personally. At least, not yet." Walter wondered why he had asked, since it could hardly be relevant to whatever had been bothering him enough to make him seek out a psychiatrist for help. "I saw her in the waiting room with you earlier. She's a very attractive young woman." "Yes, she is that." agreed Ron wistfully. "Lily is a very beautiful woman ... _now_. But that's also part of the strange problems I must discuss with you." Dr. Meadows quickly scribbled something in his notepad. He wondered why his patient had described his problem the way he had. "What makes you believe your wife may have some part in your troubles?" he asked. "You're not going to believe it." replied Ron. "I _know_ it's true and sometimes even I don't believe it." "I'm very open-minded." said the intrigued doctor. "Please, go ahead." "We'll have to see how open-minded you really are, Walt." said Ron nervously. "What would you say if I told you that last week Lily wasn't my wife?" He looked for a reaction from the doctor, but didn't get one. "In fact, what would you say if I told you that last week Lily wasn't even Lily?" He watched the doctor scribble some new notes. "What would you say if I told you that last week, Lily was actually Larry - Larry Easton - my best friend." Walter looked at Ron evenly. He knew it wasn't wise to contradict a new patient, but curing a delusion like this one might actually be worth a paper or two. "When I reviewed the information that _you_ supplied my receptionist, they indicated you and Lily have been married for nine and a half years. The two of you also have two children, a girl aged five and a boy eight. How can you explain this information, if Lily had actually been Larry up until sometime last week." "I can't explain it, Walt. That's why I'm here. I must find out." replied Ron. "Some of the time, her having been Larry doesn't bother me all that much. But mostly, it just makes no sense to me at all." Walter noted his patient's apparent confusion. "But I _know_ what I _know_, Walt. A week ago, my wife Lily Williams, now sitting alone in your waiting room, was my best friend since grammar school Larry Easton. And, of course, there were _no_ kids." Walter looked at him. It was obvious that Ron believed what he'd been telling him. But to cure him of this strange delusion of his, Walt knew he had to find its source. "That's a strange story, Ron." But a trace of disbelief had unintentionally crept into his usually stoic demeanor. Having sensed the doctor's disbelief, Ron answered calmly, "I told you, you wouldn't believe me. You must think I'm crazy. Sometimes, I know I must be crazy." "You mustn't use the 'C' word to describe yourself, Ron." admonished Walter. "It's very counterproductive." he quickly added. "Now, can you tell me why you think your wife Lily used to be your best friend Larry?" "I'll try not to use that word again." agreed Ron. "I suppose it would be difficult to be of much help, if you don't know everything that I know. "It all started a couple weeks ago. At that time, Lily was still Larry, of course. Out of the blue, we decided to go camping. You know how it is with two bachelors sometimes. We made a spur of the moment decision and then immediately acted on it. We went out to the desert. It's not all that far and, if you know the right spot, it's a great place to go when you don't want the endless hassles of dealing with a lot of strangers." Walt scribbled more notes in his pad. Ron couldn't help wondering if the doctor thought him antisocial. "We slept in late the next morning, since we didn't want to compete for use of the highways with people having to work. After packing up what we needed for the week, we drove my truck out to the spot where we usually set up camp. We arrived around noon and within a couple of hours had the tent pitched with everything else set up exactly the way we wanted. "Then we relaxed and had a couple of beers apiece. Basically, we did nothing but shoot the shit until dinner time. For dinner, we cooked hotdogs and hamburgers over the open fire. They always taste better cooked that way. And you don't have much to clean up afterwards. "After the sun set, we settled on doing a little sky watching. That's always been one of my favorite activities when I'm camping out in the desert. The desert sky is always so clear. You know, Walt, you can see things in the desert sky that you'll never see in the skies of any city. There's just too much light and pollution in the city. We saw many shooting stars that night. You know something, Walt, I didn't think about it at the time, but we saw a lot more of them that night than we should have. It was a couple of weeks too early for the well-known Leonid meteor shower. But, that's probably unimportant. "But then, one of those meteorites made it all the way through the atmosphere and struck the ground. It landed awfully close to our campsite. Hell, it landed too damn close - no more than a half kilometer away, by my guess. Fortunately for us, it didn't explode. I don't know why it didn't, since every meteorite I've ever seen in the movies explodes when it strikes the earth. This sounded more like a really big thud. In the movies, a landing like that generally means there's something a whole lot nastier inside that ends up being far worse than some simple explosion. "It did raise up one hell of a lot a dust though, Walt. After things had settled down a bit, we could see the indentation it had made in the ground. Strangely, it didn't really create much of a hole. 'Let's go over and take a look.' said Larry. 'Are you sure it'll be safe?' I replied. 'No. But let's go over and take a look anyway.' 'Okay. I guess it can't hurt to just look.' "We walked over and looked down into the little indentation. And at its center, we saw an irregularly shaped rock roughly the size of a softball, that was glowing bright red. 'Wow. Can you feel that heat, Ron?' 'I sure can, Larry. We'd better not get too close to it. We could get seriously burnt.' 'We'll come back and take a closer look in the morning.' replied Larry. 'It should be cooled off plenty by then.' "We went back to camp and toasted some marshmallows over the embers of the campfire, but it wasn't too much later that we decided to turn in for the night. Early to bed and early to rise, you know. Each of us crawled into our sleeping bags, but when I turned off the lantern, we could still see that eerie red glow lighting up the side of the tent nearer to Larry. But, as weird as things were, nothing could keep either of us from quickly dropping off into a sound sleep." "Nothing else happened that night. Neither of us was aware of anything new until after we woke up the next morning." said Ron. "Larry woke up first. And by the time I finally crawled out of my sleeping bag, he already had the coffee perking on the fire." "Do you think his possible exposure to unknown radiation from that meteorite the previous night affected Larry somehow, causing him to change into Lily?" asked the doctor. "That doesn't seem very likely, Walt. As far as I can tell, I was also exposed to that same radiation all night long, just as Larry was. And I haven't changed into a woman. But I hope you also realize that when we got up that morning, Larry was still Larry." "When do you think he became Lily?" "That happened later on, Walt." replied Ron. "But, to continue with the background story, as soon as we'd both finished our wakeup cups of coffee, we decided to go check out our meteorite. When we arrived at the shallow depression, the rock was still there and still glowing red. Only it didn't appear to be quite as bright as it had been the night before. 'Would you look at that, Ron. Just like last night, that sucker's still glowing bright red.' 'But I don't feel any heat from it now, Larry.' 'Didn't I tell you it'd cool off overnight?' 'Yeah.' I replied. 'You sure did.' 'You know what, Ron. This meteorite looks a hell of a lot like red kryptonite.' 'That's really strange. I didn't see it before, but you know, now that you mention it, Larry, I guess it does kind of look like red kryptonite.' Walter interrupted Ron's narrative. "Red kryptonite?" he asked sounding puzzled. He'd never heard of it. Ron smiled at the doctor. "I don't imagine you read many comic books when you were younger, Walt." "None. I had no time for foolishness." replied the doctor, who now thought he was beginning to zero in on the source of his patient's problems. "Red kryptonite is a remnant of Superman's home planet Krypton. It started out as the regular green kryptonite but, somewhere out in space, it passed through some really weird red cloud that changed not only its color, but also its properties. The green variety is deadly, but exposure to the red's radiation always causes Superman to experience some unusual and totally unexpected effect." Walter quickly wrote something else on his pad. "Let me see if I've understood you correctly, Ron. You think Larry being exposed to this chunk of red kryptonite you found is what changed him into Lily." Ron slowly shook his head. He wondered how Walt had managed to screw up what he'd told him so badly. "Of course not. There's no such thing as red kryptonite." he replied solemnly. "Even you should know that, Walt. I may be crazy - oops, sorry about using the 'C' word again - but I haven't lost touch with what's real and what comes out of comic books. Besides, the red kryptonite radiation only affects Kryptonians, not Earthlings. And even if Larry had been a closet Kryptonian, he's now been Lily for better than a week and everybody knows the effects of red kryptonite almost never last more than seventy-two hours." Walter smiled, but said nothing. Hurriedly he scribbled several more pages of notes. "And then what happened?" he asked. "Larry jumped into the depression and picked up the glowing red rock." replied Ron. 'Look at me, Ron. Oh heavens, what will happen to me now that I've been exposed to this pieced of red kryptonite.' Larry started to laugh. I played along with his game. 'I can't even begin to imagine just who or what you'll change into, Larry?' 'If I'm lucky, maybe it'll transform me into Linda Lee Danvers.' He began laughing again. "I thought him wanting to be Linda Lee was kind of peculiar at the time, Walt." said Ron. "He and I have been friends since we were little. Never once did I even guess he had secret fantasies about being a girl. And now, he is one." Now, we're really getting somewhere, thought Walter. Larry must have wanted to be female for a long time and hid that fact from Ron. When Ron found out, he was obviously unable or unwilling to accept his old friend's transgender tendencies. It's a classic transference. For whatever his reasons, Ron seems to have transferred his friend's identity onto his wife, who must now be totally confused by her husband's strange new attitude towards her. "And who is this Linda Danvers that your friend wanted to become." Once again, Ron shook his head. "You really must diversify your reading material, Walt." he replied semi-seriously. "Linda Lee Danvers was Supergirl's secret identity, although she later dropped the 'Lee' part of her name. She was killed off in Crisis, then forgotten by nearly everyone. But some time after the new Supergirl returned as a polymorphic matrix being from another universe, she merged with the new and completely unrelated Linda after her boyfriend had killed her." "Oh." replied Dr. Meadows, as he scribbled more notes in his book. This is definitely classic, he thought. "Just out of curiosity, what color hair do these two comic book girls of yours have." "Both the old and new Linda's hair was brown like Larry's. For the old Linda, it was just a wig, but after their merger, the new Linda's brown hair just changes to blond when she morphs into Supergirl." Brown becoming blond, thought Walter, beginning to smile. I should have guessed. Obviously, there was some important clue in their hair colors that he was overlooking. "Since your wife is also a blond, should I assume she looks like Supergirl?" "No. Why should you? I don't think Lily looks anything at all like Supergirl." replied Ron with a shrug of his shoulders. "But, if I had to guess who she looks like, I'd have to say Gwen Stacey." Dr. Meadows jotted down more notes and observations. Maybe now, he thought, we would really start getting somewhere. "And who is Gwen Stacey? And please, whatever you do, don't tell me she has some relationship to Superman and Supergirl." said Walter sounding a little exasperated. "She has _no_ relationship to either of them, Walt. They're not even from the same company." replied Ron. "She was Captain Stacey's daughter and an old girlfriend of Peter Parker. But she's dead now. She was thrown off a bridge." "How terrible." replied the doctor. "Is this Peter Parker you mentioned a close friend of yours?" "No. How could he be?" asked Ron. "Peter Parker is Spiderman's secret identity. When he was in high school, Peter got bit by a radioactive spider. As a result, he was empowered with the proportionate strength of a spider. It was in one of his battles with the Green Goblin that Gwen was killed. You know, Walt, if Larry had any idea he was going to transform into one of Peter's girlfriends, I really wish he would have picked Mary Jane Watson, who Peter later married. All things considered, Mary Jane's still one hot little fox, that is, for a comic book girl." Ronald flashed Walter a quirky little smile. Another dead end, despaired the doctor. Walt wrote more notes on his pad. "So Peter Parker is just another of your comic book characters?" "Of course, Walt. You don't really believe this kind of shit actually happens in real life. Do you, Walt?" answered Ron. "However, Walt, I really think we're getting more than a little off track from our subject at hand." Dr. Meadows scribbled more notes on the pad. He began to wonder if he had enough paper to document the delusions of his argumentative patient. "I suppose we have moved somewhat astray. We really should get back to solving your problems." he condescendingly agreed. "What happened to Larry next?" he asked. "As he was holding the red glowing rock, he suddenly yelled out in pain. 'Ow. This damn thing just bit me." cried Larry. 'But Larry, it's only a rock.' I tried to explain to him. 'Rocks don't have teeth. So how can a rock bite you?' 'How should I know, I'm not a geologist. But I can tell you for certain, that this one sure as hell bit me. And it really hurt.' "Larry dropped the rock and jumped out of the depression. But very suddenly, he became woozy. He had trouble standing and walked as if he were drunk. I had to help him back to our campsite. After finally getting him back to camp, I sat him down in one of the folding chairs, then went to get the first aide kit out of my truck. "When I examined his hand where he said the rock had bit him, I was surprised to see what were apparently three little puncture wounds in his palm. Had they been in his neck and only two in number, instead of three, I would have sworn a vampire had bit him instead of some blood-thirsty rock that had fallen from the sky." Vampires now, thought Dr. Meadows. What would be next, as the scope of Ron's delusions continued to expand? Walter continued to write increasingly copious notes. He was now convinced he would have material for at least a half dozen papers on the delusional mental state of his patient. "Go on, Ron. Please, I must hear more." "I wasn't long afterwards that Larry passed out. When I checked on him, he was unconscious. I could also tell just by looking at him that must have an awfully high fever. When I touched my hand to his forehead, he was burning up. I decided the prudent course of action was to take him immediately to the hospital of nearest town for medical help. "But after carrying him over to my truck, the damn thing wouldn't start. That made me furious, because I'd just replaced the battery the week before. "I didn't know what else to do so I carried him back inside the tent and laid him down where he'd be away from the sun. I kept wetting a cloth and applying it to his forehead, hoping he wouldn't spontaneously combust on me. "Early the next morning, my efforts finally paid off. His fever had broken. Even though Larry was totally drenched with sweat, he was still Larry and he was still alive. Thankfully, his temperature had dropped to near normal. But very strangely, his skin now felt quite smooth to the touch. It was unbelievable, Walt. Here we'd been out in the desert for almost three days and I could find no beard stubble on Larry's face." "I assume that must have been unusual?" queried the doctor. "Unusual? Hell, it was downright impossible." replied Ron. "Larry has always been one of those guys who has five o'clock shadow before noon. He was the only twelve-year-old boy I ever knew to be sent home from school for failing to shave." Dr. Meadows scribbled even more notes on his notepad. "And then what happened?" "Larry was sleeping peacefully on top of his sleeping bag. I decided to take another look at my truck, because I knew if I couldn't find and fix the problem, we might be stuck there for the next several days. But, just as before, I couldn't find anything wrong. For some unknown reason, I decided to put the key in the ignition. And when I turned the key, the engine inexplicably turned over and immediately took off. Not wanting to take any chances, I let it run and hurried back to the tent to get Larry. "I figured I'd take him to the hospital first, then come back and tear down the camp. But I got one hell of a shock when I pulled open up the tent flap. "Larry was still sleeping, but in the time I'd been working on my truck, Larry had lost weight and shrunk. He'd been about 6'2" before, which is about an inch shorter than me. And now, he probably stood no taller than 5'6" at best. In addition, he must have also dropped at least a hundred pounds. If he weighed more than 120 pounds, I would have been very surprised." "But that's not possible, Ron." "Don't you think I know that, Walt." replied Ron. "But I can't deny seeing what I saw either. And then, as I continued watching, not wanting to believe what I was seeing, his waist pulled in on itself, his brown hair grew at least a couple of feet longer and lightened to golden blond. His bodily contours readily changed, becoming rounded and definitely more girlish. As I looked at him laid out on his sleeping bag, I could no longer see Larry at all. I saw only her. He had physically become Lily. And even his clothes altered into those of a girl." "That's an amazing story." said Walt. And complete and utter crap, he thought. "I can't disagree with it being called amazing." replied Ron. "If someone had told me a story like that, I doubt I could have believed it. But I _saw_ it myself as it happened. But the strangeness was not over yet. "When _she_ opened her eyes, they were blue. Larry's eyes had been brown. 'Morning, honey.' she said, in a tone that both startled me and yet sounded very familiar. 'Larry?' I asked, not knowing what answer to expect. She looked at me with a confused expression. 'Do I look like a Larry, sweetheart?' I could tell by the puzzled way she looked at me that she was completely confounded by my failure to recognize her. 'If you aren't Larry, then who are you?' I asked. She still looked perplexed. "I'm who I've always been, dear. I'm your wife, Lily, of course?' 'My _wife_?' I questioned, not believing what I was hearing 'Of course, Ronnie.' she replied. 'We've been married for the past nine and a half years, sweetheart.' "You won't believe it, Walt, but things kept getting even stranger." sighed Ron. "Because suddenly I had memories of actually getting married to _her_. From somewhere, I had also acquired memories of doing lots of other things with her. I even remembered my wife and me driving out to _our_ desert campsite together. But at the same time, I also remembered being a bachelor and driving out to the desert with my best friend Larry. And I also vividly remembered watching him metamorphose into her. "Not knowing what else to do, I decided to break camp and go home. And shortly thereafter, everything had been repacked into the back of my truck. What was really weird, Walt, was nothing I packed had been Larry's. His stuff had been replaced with similar items belonging to Lily. It was as if Larry had never existed. "Curiously, I looked at the registration certificate in the truck's glove compartment. It now listed Ronald _and_ Lily Williams as the registered owners. Oddly, I had memories of buying it both with her and without her. I began to doubt my sanity. "She came over to me as if expecting to be kissed. But I just could not bring myself to kiss Larry, even if he thought she was Lily, who seemed oddly annoyed at me just then. "We drove home in total silence. I still remembered where Larry had lived, but I also knew that Lily didn't live there anymore. So I drove home - my home, which had also become _our_ home. After we arrived, Lily opened the door with _her_ key, which, on one hand, I didn't know she had, but, on the other, I remembered giving her before we were married. "There was mail in the box. Some of it was just the normal junk mail addressed to either 'Occupant' or 'Resident.' Some of it was only addressed to me. But it was the others that bothered me, those that were addressed to either Mrs. Lily Williams or Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Williams. "I feared my sanity was hanging by a thread, Walt. I'm not sure you can completely understand what kind of thoughts were running through my mind." Walt nodded briefly. Without slowing down, he continued scribbling notes after turning over another new page once more. "And then my sister Clarice arrived." continued Ron. "I knew she'd never met Lily before, but they greeted each other as if Lily actually were her sister-in-law of the past nine and a half years." Ron shook his head. "Clarice had two children with her, which I thought very odd, because she had no children. She was neither married nor seriously dating. "But the two kids, five-year-old Tammy and eight-year-old Adam, ran over to Lily, hugged her, and joyfully called her 'Mommy.' And then, they ran over to me with both of them hugging me and calling me 'Daddy.' I didn't remember either of them, but, at the same time, I remembered being in the delivery room with their mother, my wife Lily, as each of them had been born. "Pardon my use of the 'C' word again, Walt. But am I _crazy_? Or is there another reason for what's been going on?" "I really don't know, Ron. I'm not sure I know what to think about this." replied the doctor. He began to wonder if his colleagues would laugh at him if he submitted a paper detailing the delusions of someone so obviously ... unbalanced. "I can't remember ever hearing a story like this one, Ron." But maybe there is a way I can save some face with a few of my colleagues, thought Walt. "Would you object to me talking to Lily?" he asked. "I would like to get her insights and thoughts on your story. It should help me determine the best way to deal with this problem of yours." "If you really think it will help, then go right ahead." replied Ron. "I should tell you, however, that she doesn't remember being Larry at all. And from what I've seen, she'll only remember things being the way Lily would think of as normal. But I also know she's genuinely worried about me. After all, she does think she's my wife, and there are times _I_ actually believe she's my wife as well. I certainly hope you can find out something that will help us." Walter slowly stood up and headed for the door. He realized that if he could solve this strange problem satisfactorily, he'd gain much respect from his colleagues. Hell, he thought, they just might even vote me some prestigious award. As Walter walked out of his office and into the hallway, he wondered what sort of trauma Ron could have suffered to make him think his wife of over nine years had been his _male_ best friend the week before. And after a careful reconsideration, Walt couldn't believe that the shock of Larry's transgenderism would produce such a strange reaction. Ron seemed perfectly capable of distinguishing between reality and all of those comic book fantasies he'd read and talked about endlessly. What was different about the situation with his wife? For some reason, it seemed to be impossible for him to accept the obvious truth - a person's gender and complete history just could not be changed that way. Walt hoped Lily would have some of the answers he needed. As he entered his waiting room, Walt saw the pretty blond wife of his patient sitting there casually with two children, who he guessed to be around five and eight. Since they had the same blond shade of hair as Lily, he assumed they must be her two children. But something was strange. He hadn't seen the children enter with their parents, when he'd been observing his new patient's arrival on his closed-circuit monitoring system earlier. "Mrs. Williams?" he asked. "Yes." She looked up from where she was sitting and smiled warmly. "Are you Dr. Meadows?" "Yes. But please, call me Walt." "Okay, Walt. I guess that will be all right." she said quite shyly. "But you must call me Lily. And these our children Tammy and Adam." Walt looked at the children. Someone in the office must have transposed the ages of the two children, thought Walter. Not that it really matters much, but my report lists the boy as the older of the two children. I'll have to check my notes, but I'm sure that Ron also indicated the boy was the older of the two. But very clearly, the girl was definitely the older. I guess I'll have to get that cleared up later. "How are the two of you today?" he asked the children. "Okay." they replied in eerie unison. Dr. Meadows turned to Lily. "Do you know why your husband came here, Lily?" Lily sighed. "I told him he didn't have to do this." she whispered softly. "But he insisted on it." "Are you aware, he thinks _you_ are actually his best friend Larry Easton. He seems to think you were mysteriously transformed from a man into a woman by exposure to red kryptonite?" Lily smiled warmly at the doctor. "I knew he had that really weird idea about me being some guy named Larry Easton, Dr. Meadows." she replied calmly. "But Ronnie would have never told you it was caused by exposure to red kryptonite. My Ronnie may enjoy reading all those comic books he buys, but he does know there's no such thing as red kryptonite. Other than his strange idea that I'm really this Larry person somehow magically transformed, Ronnie's really well grounded in reality. He is definitely _not_ crazy, Walt." "We don't like to use the 'C' word around here Lily." said Walter. "I believe he's suffered some unknown trauma that has left him temporarily disturbed at the moment, that's all." "Then you don't believe him?" she asked with a broad smile of apparent relief. "You don't really believe that I was ever that Larry Easton person Ronnie keeps insisting I am, do you, Dr. Meadows?" "Please call me Walt." he replied. "No Lily, I don't believe you were ever Larry Easton. There is just no way I can justify believing something so obviously impossible. And after taking a good look at you, Lily, I really must wonder why he believes it." "Why, thank you, Walt." she whispered as her cheeks reddened. "You should know, I looked in his yearbook last night. Actually it was mine, but since we went to school together, it hardly matters whose book it was. Did Ronnie tell you we went to school together? "I found my picture in the book, right where it was supposed to be. It was on the same page its always been on. And there was no picture of a Larry Easton in it at all. And there were also no references to him either. "You know, Walt, I've even got the stretch marks from having our children. If you'd like, I could show them to you." "That won't be necessary, Lily." he replied. "All that would prove is you've given birth, which is already obvious from seeing these two. Besides, I've already said I believe you." Lily sighed with relief. "Do you think you can help Ron?" she asked warily and nervously. "I think so. But, in order to help him, I think it will be best to check him into the hospital for a short stay. It's just a normal precautionary measure." Appearing to be shocked at his suggestion, Lily stared at Walt. "But Ronnie won't like that." she asserted. "It is in his best interests." replied Walt. "Otherwise, I wouldn't suggest this course of action." "I don't think I'll be able to tell him you're going to lock him away someplace he'll neither like nor want to stay." replied Lily. "Will you tell him what your plans for him are?" "Of course, if that's what you want, Lily." answered Walter. "Most likely, it would be sound better if he heard it directly from me." "Most likely," repeated Lily sadly. "I just don't think I'll be able to stand seeing Ronnie caged up somewhere." she lamented. "I know he is _not_ crazy, Walt." Tears began welling up in her eyes. "There's that 'C' word again, Lily." he chided, hoping to see her smile again. "But, it's not really his fault he thinks those things he thinks." argued Lily. "This is actually all _my_ fault." Tears streamed down her cheeks. Classic guilt transference, thought Walt. "And how could any of this be your fault, Lily?" He took out his handkerchief and dabbed at the tears on her face. "Believe me, there is no possible way that any of this can be your fault." Lily smiled bravely. "I know you only want to help him, Walt." she replied. "And I'm sure I can help you help him. But _I_ must also do whatever is necessary to fix things again, even if it means I will lose him." she stated. "Now, that's the spirit, Lily." he replied. But he began to wonder how she could 'fix' things and why she would lose him. Certainly her help would be invaluable to his efforts. But he was still the doctor in this case. And 'fixing' things was supposed to be his job, not hers. After all, she was only the patient's wife, not a highly trained psychiatrist. "Don't you worry, Lily." he told her confidently. "Everything will soon be alright again. I can absolutely guarantee that, Lily." "Thank you, Walt." She gave him a small enigmatic smile, then watched as Walt returned his handkerchief to his pocket. "I know for certain that everything will be alright, Walt ... _now_." * * * * * It's a good thing she's so attractive, thought Walter as he walked back towards his office. She definitely seems to be a little odd herself, but I've found most people will ignore little peculiarities, especially if the person exhibiting them is blond, attractive, and female. As he opened the door to his office, he saw his patient smile at him with an odd expression that made him uncomfortable. The two of them are obviously the perfect partners for each other, he thought. Both of them are a little peculiar. Suddenly, his hand began feeling strangely itchy. As he scratched it with his other hand, he was surprised to notice his hand's slight dampness. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief. And for a moment, he wondered why it also felt slightly damp. But, of course, he remembered. He had used it to wipe away Lily's tears earlier. That was a relief. And his moist hand had been merely holding his handkerchief earlier. But that still doesn't explain why my hand suddenly began itching so fiercely, thought Walt. I certainly hope I haven't become allergic to a beautiful woman's tears all of a sudden. Walter stared at the back of his hand. Thoughts of having had an allergic reaction to Lily's tears returned as he looked at what could best be described as a large strawberry rash on the back of his hand. Even though knowing allergies could sometimes develop overnight, Walter still refused to believe anyone could become oversensitized to a woman's tears. Continuing his examination of the rash under the lighting of his office, Walter was suddenly surprised and very relieved, when, as inexplicably as it had first appeared, the rash began to fade, taking its attendant irritating itchiness with it. But his relief was short-lived. An expression of shock spread across his face as his hand began changing as Walt watched helplessly. It looks smaller, he thought, almost dainty. And then his fingers seemed to lengthen slightly, while becoming more slender at the same time. Walter felt faint as his fingernails grew out and, while growing, gradually colored to a dark red shade. Something like this just isn't possible, thought Walt, continuing to stare at his transformed hand. But when he raised his other hand to eye-level for comparison, it too had changed. As if looking for a answer to a question he could not yet ask, Walt looked over and up at Ron. Up?? Quickly, he checked where Ron was standing. But just like him, Ron was standing on the floor, not up on something as Walt had at first surmised. Something was amiss. If both of them were standing on the floor, then looking _up_ at Ron shouldn't have been necessary. When they'd started their session earlier, Walt knew he had been the same height as Ron. But now, Ron appeared to be a least three inches taller than him. And that just couldn't be possible. He knew grown people don't shrink or grow three inches in matter of a few minutes. In a very worried voice, Walt asked, "Do you notice anything different about me, Ron?" "No. You look pretty much the same to me, Walt." replied Ron to his doctor's chagrin. "But now that you mention it, Walt. I do notice something a little different about you." Walt breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Just how did you manage to find enough time to cut off your beard and still find much time to talk with Lily. I didn't think you were gone _that_ long. But you know something, Walt. I actually think you look better without it." "What?" exclaimed Walt in surprise. After nervously raising one of his newly transformed feminine hands to his face, Walt audibly gasped. His beard _was_ completely gone. "This is not possible." he muttered. Instead of finding his full beard, his altered hands returned only the sensations consistent with touching smooth soft skin. "Did I tell you before you went out to talk to Lily that the red nail polish you're wearing looks really good on you?" asked Ron. "While the two of you spoke, did Lily mention she has some that exact same shade?" Walt was totally confused. It didn't register with him that Ron had just told him he'd been wearing red nail polish _before_ going out to speak with Lily. If it had, he might have guessed that other things were changing in addition to himself. "You don't think I've shrunk from the time I was here earlier. Do you?" Ron looked over Walt carefully. "Nope." he replied. "You appear to be the same height as when I first met you." "That can't be." whined Walt in annoyance. "I'm shorter than you now, Ron." he stated. Walt felt he was in danger of losing control of his strange situation. Ron looked puzzled with Walt's response. "But you _were_ shorter than me when I first came in." he replied. "In fact, Walt, I always thought you were just about Lily's height." Walter was definitely becoming more frightened. Things like this just didn't happen to people, except in bad B-movies. Walt knew he'd been 6'3" when Ron had first entered his office. And even if he had somehow shrunk three inches, which he neither could nor would believe, there was no way he could be Lily's 5'6" height. Suddenly, his body shuddered uncontrollably while a set of very peculiar sensations passed rapidly through him. Momentarily disoriented by the strange feelings, he shut his eyes in an attempt to regain his equilibrium. When he re-opened them only seconds later, he gasped as he looked _up_ at Ron again. What the hell, thought Walt. By his estimation, he now had to look up at Ron by at least eight, possibly even nine, inches, which put his new height at either 5'6" or 5'7" - Lily's height. Seemingly from out of thin air, Walt once more heard Ron's words telling him "he was Lily's height." And almost immediately thereafter, he had actually shrunk, becoming her height. Becoming increasingly paranoid, Walt jumped to the conclusion that Ron was somehow doing this to him. Although he knew what was happening was impossible, he also knew it was actually happening. Maybe there had been more truth in the story Ron had related than he'd been willing to give credence to earlier. But why was he doing this to me, wondered Walt? Why??? Walter shook his head. Why the hell was he suddenly so concerned about his height anyway. He knew not everyone could be tall like Ron. He also knew he had no reason to blame Ron for his not growing any taller than his 5'6" height. It wasn't Ron's fault his parents had been so short. And there was nothing he could do about his shortness now even if he wanted. Besides, worrying about his short stature was almost as silly as his being worried earlier about that missing beard he'd neither grown nor ever wanted to grow. "You know, Walt." started Ron, completely oblivious to the continuing changes occurring to his doctor, but still being able to somehow look past their current reality. "I just can't get over how much your hair looks like my wife's hair." Walt stared at him with disbelief. This is getting sillier all the time, he thought. He wondered how Ron could say something that obviously incorrect. My hair is short and brown, he thought, while Lily's is long and blond. We don't even look remotely alike. Suddenly Walt's scalp began to itch. As he scratched his head, he could feel his thin hair thickening. Quickly growing out, his lengthening hair soon fell onto, then over, his shoulders, before coming to a stop near the middle of his back. What the hell is going on now, he wondered? From his earlier experience with his changed height, Walt now assumed he had hair as long and blond as Lily's. But unexpectedly, after reaching up and grabbing a handful of his lengthy new tresses for his examination, he discovered he was now a fiery redhead. And as he contemplated the long red hair he held in his hand, he suddenly realized his hair was the same brightly colored hue as Ron's wife, whatever the hell her name was. A moment later, Walt wondered why he had been so worried about his hair. It had always been red. And, liking the way it swayed across his back, he'd always worn it long. He remembered wearing it this way ever since he'd been a little girl. Walt scowled. Somehow, something sounded wrong about what he'd just remembered. But whatever was bothering him about it continued to elude him. Finally, since he couldn't figure out what was wrong, he decided it couldn't be very important. "You look even better in that short skirt and sweater you're wearing." remarked Ron casually. "When did you change your clothes?" he asked. "What?" he questioned. Knowing he was still dressed in the same, but now ill-fitting, clothes he'd worn to the office, Walt was taken aback as his shirt and tie blurred briefly, before almost immediately refocusing into a thick long-sleeved white pullover sweater. Even more surprising was seeing his exposed hairy legs, extending out from under the short skirt he now found himself wearing. And how could he wear such small open-toed shoes, he wondered. Nut he never noticed his toenails were now brightly painted the same color as his fingernails. For some reason, the way he was now dressed bothered him, although he had no idea why wearing his own clothes should cause him such distress. Besides, his skirt and sweater seemed to be just perfect for someone named ... What was his name, he wondered nervously, suddenly unable to remember it. "Do you remember my name, Ronnie?" he asked uneasily. Even though he couldn't remember _his_ name, he was more worried that he'd suddenly called this person he didn't know by the familiar diminutive Ronnie. "Of course, I remember your name." replied Ron. "It's Wendy. I'm surprised you'd forget your own name." "Wendy." he repeated aloud. But for some reason that name just didn't sound right. Wendy just can't be my name, he thought. Wendy is a girl's name. And I'm not a girl ... am I? He shook his head. No, you're not a girl, his mind argued for him. I remember now, Ronnie's doing this to me for some reason only he knows. I must fight to hold on to myself and to the person I really am. I can't let Ronnie win. I must remember I'm really a girl. And whatever else he's doing to me, I must continue to focus on remembering my own name. "My name is Wendy." _she_ quietly stated with a victorious smile, as she remembered exactly who she was. Then, in a much louder voice, she exclaimed, "My name is Wendy Williams." Then, almost shyly, she added, "And I'm your wife. Aren't I Ronnie, sweetheart?" With confusion briefly filling his eyes, Ron looked over Wendy for several seconds. As he did, her breasts began to swell, soon filling the D-cups of the bra that had appeared under her now tight and very form-fitting sweater. Her long, smooth, and slender sexy legs extended from her tight short skirt. "Of course you are, sweetheart." he reassured his wife. "Just who else could you be?" "Who else indeed." wondered Wendy aloud. For the next several minutes, Ron and Wendy stared into the other's eyes. Each was filled with strong new passions for the other that both knew they each had felt for several years. They embraced each other tightly. And ardently, they kissed each other. "Well, doctor. You've done it again" smiled the receptionist. "It certainly appears as if you've _fixed_ their unusual marital problem." "It appears I have, Sally." replied the doctor. "As I'm sure you're aware, I always feel tremendously satisfied whenever I've lent others a successful helping hand. Especially when my help results in everything finally working out exactly the way it was always meant to be." "I think I know what you mean, doctor." replied Sally. Two red-haired children, a girl and a younger boy, approached the doctor. "Are our mommy and daddy okay now, doctor?" asked eight-year-old Tammy. "Yeah." added five-year-old Adam. "Can mommy and daddy take us home now. I want to go home now." "Don't you two think we should allow your mom and dad some quality time alone for a while?" asked the doctor. "I think they still need a little more time to fully acclimate to one another. I'd hate to mess up this stage again and have to repeat it again. Fortunately, it was better controlled this time. And the adjustments shouldn't take long for that acclimation to occur." "But all mommy and daddy are doing right now is that mushy grownup kissing thingy." complained Tammy. "Yuck." added Adam. The doctor smiled at them. "For me to fix things properly, everything had to be done correctly this time. Unlike the last time, when your mommy and daddy failed to interact properly, this time they are interacting with each other perfectly - just as the should. And I'm absolutely certain you'll both enjoy that grownup kissing thingy when you get older." "No way." stated Tammy. "It's too yucky." said Adam. "We'll see about that in a few years." smiled the doctor. "Mr. and Mrs. Williams was your last appointment for the day, Dr. Easton." the receptionist informed her employer. "Thank you, Sally." replied the doctor. "And now Tammy and Adam, while we're waiting for your mom and dad to get up to speed and catch up on their last nine and a half years, how would like your Auntie Lily to tell you a story." "What kind of story, Auntie Lily?" asked Tammy. "One filled with love and romance, I hope." "Yuck. I don't want no story with mushy kissing in it." replied Adam. "I want it to be full of space monsters and other neat things, Auntie Lily." Dr. Lily Easton smiled at the two children that had earlier been hers. As she'd fully expected, both of them, having only existed for a little over a week, had easily adjusted to their altered new reality. And even though she knew she'd miss Ronnie and being his wife, she also knew she must take complete responsibility for her earlier blunder. But she also knew things would have turned out as planned, if she hadn't run away from home before learning to use the newer finesse methods instead of relying on the old tried and true means of brute force. Had she stayed in school and learned finesse, she could have easily remained Ronnie's wife. On the other hand, had she stayed in school, she would have never met Ronnie at all. Lily sighed. Either way, she wound up without Ronnie. But with them integrating nicely, she knew Ronnie and his _new_ wife Wendy would live happily ever after as man and wife. That would have to satisfy her for the time being. After a while, she would seek out another man for herself. And, having gained some precious experience, things should work out for her even better next time. She was happy at how well she had managed Walt's transformation into Wendy. Obviously, Walt had been plainly confused and off balance most of the time. He'd also never managed a serious attempt at blocking his change. Walt had reacted quite differently from the way Larry had acted. He'd fought with her fiercely for control of his body. But having needed a native body to house her essence and continue her existence, she'd fought just as fiercely after seizing the first one fate had offered her. And Larry would have likely fought off her control had he not, fortunately for her, manifested an allergic reaction to something in the saliva of the small living rock that had contained her essence. That had allowed her to be triumphant and Larry's body had become hers, but it had also distracted her from doing things vital to the successful editing of reality. But even so, it had still almost worked out with Ronnie. Lily knew she was still young. And she should have plenty of time to get things right next time. They had a saying here, "Practice makes perfect," and Lily intended to practice and make sure that everything was done perfectly next time. "What about our story, Auntie Lily?" asked Tammy and Adam in harmony. "Let's see. How about this one?" asked Lily. "Once upon a time, on a planet circling a star approximately 4.3 parsecs from Earth, a young, but inexperienced, female, who had learned just enough of her species capability of altering reality to gain their requirements, decided to run away from her very boring, extremely drab, world to seek out the excitement and romance missing from her equally boring and drab life. "Consulting the intergalactic atlas, she found the perfect place to experience what she sought to spice up her life." "Where was that place?" interrupted Tammy and Andy. "Where else could it be, children?" replied Lily. "But right here on Earth ..." THE END