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I originally had no intention of making this an Altered Fates story. However, after my first two drafts turned out horrible, I decided to try a different angle with it. This is what resulted. Altered Fates: Auntie Em By Morpheus Corey winced as his foot went into the puddle of water, muttering "Damn" to himself. He was already completely soaked through from the heavy rain, which gave no sign of letting up. Shivering in his wet clothes, Corey really wished that he hadn't decided to take a bike ride that earlier. First his bike crashes into a tree, bending the wheel out of shape and forcing him to walk, then it started raining cats and dogs. Looking at the almost solid sheet of drops in front of him, he decided that raining elephants and rhino's might be more appropriate. Still shivering, he held the front end of the bike off the ground and continued half carrying it, feeling incredibly miserable. His sneakers squished with each step and his soggy jeans rubbed uncomfortably on his thighs. "Fucking rain" he mutters to himself, letting himself get angry since that warmed him up a little. "I hate rain" he repeats to himself, yanking the weight of his bike, and thinking that he still had miles to go before he could get home. Miles before he could take a warm shower and get into dry clothes. And to make it worse, it was already getting dark out. Cold, wet and absolutely miserable, Corey stopped for a moment, wiping his wet hair back and the water out of his eyes. He already knew that his parents would be worried about him. He was 15 years old, but they still thought he was a child. Thought he couldn't take care of himself. He wished that he could give them a call to at least tell them to come pick him up, but he didn't have any change on him. That and he was too proud to make a collect call, begging for their aid. No, his pride demanded that he get home on his own. He wasn't about to call home begging for help just because of a little water. No way. Sighing, Corey started walking again. He'd only gone a little further when he noticed something caught the drainage ditch along alongside the road. Something metal. Though Corey didn't have enough energy in him to feel too curious, he thought it might be worth looking at. Setting his bike down for a minute, he walked over and pulled the chunk of metal out of the gutter then wiped some of the dirt off of it. "Some kind of necklace" Corey said to himself as he looked at it. It seemed to be a copper disk with some kind of picture engraved in it, though Corey couldn't make it out. Shrugging, he bunched the chain up and slipped the necklace into his pocket, thinking that maybe once he got home and dry, he could look at it some more. Until then however, his priorities would be getting home and out of the rain. Picking his bike back up, Corey continued heading home, getting almost another block down the street before he realized that he might be able to get out of the rain sooner than he thought. Though it was still a long trip back home, his aunts place was much closer, and Corey was sure that she'd let him stay there until it stopped raining. She'd have to. With his mind made up, Corey changed direction a little and started towards his Aunt Emily's apartment, hoping that she would be home. If not, it would only add distance to his trip home. Absently he started to think about his aunt. Auntie Em as he'd always called her for as long as he could remember. She was his Mom's kid sister, though she was always pretty cool to Corey. He certainly felt a lot more comfortable talking with her than he did with either of his parents. She was always more understanding. Corey sometimes found it hard to believe that she and his Mom were sisters. They were so different from each other. Whereas his Mom was always serious and nagging him, Auntie Em was what his Mom called..... A little wild. She always joked around with Corey and treated him like a person. He suspected that it was because she was closer to his age than to his Mom's. There was only a 10 year age difference between him and his aunt. Corey wiped the water out of his eyes again and tried to ignore his discomfort and misery. Instead, he tried focusing on where he was going, thinking that he wouldn't be able to get there soon enough. Corey finally arrived at his destination and leaned his bike against the wall outside. He knew that it wasn't any too soon. He felt so drained from being cold and wet that he wasn't sure if he even would have been able to make it all the way back home. Sighing, Corey only prayed that Auntie Em was home. Trying to keep from shivering, Corey knocked on the door, hoping that there would be an answer. Walking the rest of the home right then was the last thing that he wanted to do. After a minute, the door swung open, and a young woman with shoulder length black hair stuck her head out. Gasping, she said "Corey? What are you doing here?" Then noticing his soaked state, she became concerned, saying "Come inside" "Thanks Auntie Em" Corey said, his voice stuttering slightly as his teeth chattered. Once inside, he told her what had happened to him, trying to soak up the warmth. Emily sighed then told her nephew "You need to get out of those wet clothes." Corey nodded and she pushed him towards the bathroom, commanding him to "Take those soaking things off, get in that shower." Still shivering, Corey did as she said, going into the bathroom and undressing. Then he handed his wet clothes through the door to his aunt who said that she'd put them in the dryer for him. Corey felt better already, and he hadn't even got into the shower yet. Sighing, he started the shower, hearing his aunts voice saying "I'm going to call your mom and let her know that you're here." Corey nodded vaguely, enjoying the warm shower too much to really care. Emily smiled as she heard the shower running, then looked down at the wet mess in her hands. She felt something hard in one of Corey's pockets, and pulled it out. Seeing that it was some kind of necklace, she set it down on the coffee table next to her couch then took the dripping clothes to the dryer. After Emily called her sister, she had to leave a message on the answering machine, saying that Corey would be staying the night with her. Then realizing that Corey wouldn't have anything to wear until his clothes dried, Emily thought about it for a moment and came to a solution. When Corey finally came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, Emily thought that he looked a lot better than he had at the door. Much less like a drowned rat, though he did look exhausted. "Here" she said grinning, "you can wear this until your clothes dry" Emily handed Corey one of her bathrobes, noticing that he was so tired that he didn't even blush as he put the pink robe on. She felt a little disappointed, hoping to have had a little fun with Corey. Corey yawned, adjusting the robe around him a little then sitting down next to his Auntie Em on the couch. He certainly felt a lot better now that he'd taken a warm shower, though a lot more tired. Auntie Em offered Corey a cup of hot chocolate, which he accepted thankfully, taking a deep sip. Then she asked "So what got you out in that weather?" Shrugging, Corey said "I got tired of Mom nagging me so took a bike ride to get out of the house for awhile." Emily nodded in understanding. She knew her sister far too wall. Chuckling, she told Corey, "She's not really that bad." "Yeah she is" He grinned back. Still smiling, Emily said "Nah. It's just that you're her son. She just takes her role as your Mom a little too seriously at times." Stretching a little, she continues "You only get to see that side of her, but she's not always like that." Corey shrugged, knowing that she was probably right. Corey talked with his Auntie Em for a little while longer, mostly about his Mom. He chuckled as his aunt told him about some of the things his Mom did when she was younger. However, after yawning one time too many, Auntie Em told Corey, "You can sleep here on the couch." She patted the couch gently, adding "Its fairly comfortable" Corey nodded, yawning again to prove his acceptance. His aunt just smiled back at him, then stood up. "I'll say good night then and go to bed myself." A minute later, Corey was left to himself. Standing up, he looked at the couch, eager to get some sleep. First however, he had to empty his bladder. Just as he was starting to move towards the bathroom, Corey noticed the necklace sitting on the coffee table. Picking it up, he thought that he could make out the picture a little clearer. It looked like some sort of person with wings. Perhaps an angel or a fairy. Shrugging, he slipped it over his head then went to the bathroom to take care of his business. Once he was finished, Corey crawled onto the couch and immediately fell asleep. Corey awoke the next morning, realizing that someone was shaking him. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Auntie Em shaking him, a look of surprise on her face. "What's going on?" he asked, realizing as soon as he said it that something was wrong. His voice sounded strange to his own ears. "You'd better stay where you are" Emily cautioned him, gently holding him down with one hand. "Something very strange has happened to you." "What are you talking about?" Corey asked, sitting up in spite of his aunts warning. Feeling a weight on his chest, he looked down and gasped, seeing the robe he was wearing pushed out on his chest. "What the hell!?" he gasped. Looking at Auntie Em, Corey felt confused. She nodded, looking confused herself. "I don't know what happened" she told him, "but you look like....well" he hesitated again, "like me." Corey gasped and grabbed the breasts pushing out from his chest. Standing up, he saw that he was looking his aunt straight in the eyes, when normally he was several inches taller than her. Gulping, he looked down at himself, realizing from what little he could see of himself, that she was right. "Where's a mirror?" Corey asked her desperately, then before she answered, he noticed one hanging on the living room wall and ran to it. Auntie Em was right, he saw immediately. The reflection looking back at him was hers. "What happened?" he asked confused. His aunt shook head, then said "I don't know. When I got up, I came in here and saw you sleeping on the couch like this." She smiled faintly and Corey realized that she was amused by what was happening to him. She was quiet for a moment then said to herself "Maybe it has something to do with your wearing my robe." Corey just stood turned away from the mirror, looking down at himself in confusion. Nervously he grabbed between his legs, finding that his crotch seemed flat. His Auntie Em chuckled at the look on his face, making Corey feel only more embarrassed. He blushed and tried crossing his arms at his chest, only to find his breasts were getting in the way a little, making his aunt laugh more. "Wait a minute" she says, still smiling, "What's this?" With that, she gestured towards the necklace around Corey's neck. Stammering, Corey said "I just found it alongside the road yesterday." Curious, he pulled it from around his neck and looked at it. Then as if it were a snake, he dropped it to the ground. Somehow that must have done this to him. He was sure of it. Emily picked it up carefully then looked at it. "If this thing made you look like me, then it can probably turn you back to normal." Corey nodded at her logic, unsure if it was true but thinking that it made sense. Emily rolled it around in her hands, musing aloud "But why turn into me? Corey shrugged, feeling his hair brushing his shoulders, which he found odd. Then she looked at Corey and smiled. "Maybe because you were wearing my robe." While his aunt was thinking about it, Corey sat down. He felt so weird. The unfamiliar weight on his chest, the absence between his legs and all the other smaller differences all made him feel uncomfortable. The thing was, he didn't feel quite as odd as he would have expected. He felt different sure, but at the same time, he also felt somewhat normal, leaving him slightly confused. Corey sighed and watched Auntie Em for a moment, then blushing as he felt a familiar pressure from his bladder. "Um..." he said quietly, "I've got to go to the bathroom." Emily shrugged, and pointed, saying "You know where it is." Then she looked at Corey again and smiled. "And don't forget to wipe." she adds with a chuckle. Feeling embarrassed, Corey went to the bathroom, wondering why his aunt wasn't bothered by this invasion of her privacy. Instead, she seemed to just think it was funny. Funny for her maybe, but certainly not for Corey. He was scared. Remembering to sit down, Corey did his business, finding that it was a little different to pee that way, but not uncomfortable. In a way, it almost felt sort of normal. After he'd finished, he wiped himself dry then went back into the living room. What Corey saw when he walked in surprised him. Auntie Em was standing there, wearing his shirt from the day before, with the necklace clearly visible around her neck. "What are you doing?" Corey asked her, startled to see her doing that, and worried. She just grinned at him and said "Don't worry Corey. I just wanted to test my theory." "But what if I'm stuck like this?" Corey cried out, feeling afraid. He couldn't believe that his aunt was acting like this was some sort of game. Frowning, she said "Lighten up. You're beginning to sound like Brenda." Corey winced at being compared to his Mom, and tried to relax, telling himself that it would be all right. "Oh, don't pout" she told Corey with a smile on her face, walking up and patting him on the shoulder. "Everything will be fine." He hoped she was right. Standing next to his aunt, Corey looked her in the eyes and frowned. Something wasn't quite right he thought, then realized what it was. By the look on her face, she realized what it was the same time she did. Corey had to look up just a little bit to see in her eyes. Her idea was working. She was changing into him. Several minutes later, the changes were more noticeable. Emily was just a little taller. Her hair had shortened a little and seemed to be turning from black to brown, and her breasts seemed a little smaller. They both watched the process continue in amazement, as she started to look more and more like Corey. About half an hour after it had started, she stood there, seeming to be an exact replica of Corey. "It worked!" she said triumphantly, smiling broadly. Corey stared at her amazed. It was freaky to see himself like that, and hear someone else talking in his voice. Had this been what she'd felt when she first saw him like that? It must be, Corey decided. "Now let me change back" Corey said excitedly, reaching for the necklace. His aunt pulled it from around her neck and was about to hand it to him, when she froze. With a grin on her face, she pulled it back. Seeing the mischievous smile on his old face, Corey had a bad feeling. "What are you doing?" he asked, seeing that she was chuckling to herself. "I have an idea" she said, sounding strange to Corey's ears. "I think we should stay like this for a day or two." "WHAT!!??" "I mean it" Emily says excitedly. "You pretend to be me, and I'll pretend to be you. It will be fun." Corey protested, saying "You've got to be kidding." But by the look on her face, he knew that she wasn't. "Nope" she said smoothly, still smiling. "You were complaining that Brenda.....your Mom nags too much and never does anything fun. Well, this will give you a chance to see her from a different perspective. See how she is when you're not around." Emily rolled the medallion around in her hand, glancing at it then back at Corey. "Me..... I just want to play a prank on Brenda, and this is the best." She chuckled mischievously, "Besides, it might be fun to be a teenager again." "But what am I going to do?" Corey asked, beginning to wonder if it might actually be fun to play this joke on his parents. Trading places without them ever knowing it. Emily shrugged. "You could go to work for me today." she tells Corey, "or you could call in sick." She smiled, acting as if she didn't really care which Corey did. "Either way, you can go over and visit your Mom." Corey thought about it for a moment. He wasn't really sure that he could do his aunts job as a bank teller, though she assured him that it wasn't that difficult. He thought about her spending the day in school, then reminded her that she would have to go for him. She chuckled and told him that was no problem. Not as long as he briefed her on his classes. She even said that it might be fun to go back to school for awhile. Corey shrugged, then agreed to her plan. "Lets do it" he said. The first thing Corey realized was that he....no, Auntie Em wouldn't be able to get to school on time. They still had a little time to go, but Corey knew that there was no way that he'd be able to brief her on everything in that time. She just shrugged and said that she used to skip school when she was his age, so being a little late was no big deal. She grinned, suggesting that she could just pretend to be sick and skip school instead. Finally Emily came up with a solution. Corey called up his Mom, pretending that he was Auntie Em, saying that he would take Corey (meaning Auntie Em) to school. His Mom seemed to accept that, and Corey hung up the phone in relief. "Well" Emily said with a grin, "That's settled. Now what are you going to do about work?" Corey groaned, then said that he'd just call in sick. She accepted that with a shrug, as if she didn't care. Then she intently examined Corey, making him feel embarrassed again. "I think..." she said with a grin, "it's time to get dressed." Corey groaned again. Corey watched his Auntie Em walk out of the room, wearing her robe and his T shirt over it, then come back several minutes later dressed in the clothes he'd worn yesterday. "Now it's your turn" She said, gesturing for Corey to follow her. When they got into her room, she quickly tore through her closet and dresser, tossing pieces of clothing onto the bed, then telling Corey to get dressed in them. He looked at them distastefully, asking hopelessly "Do I have to?" "Yes you have to." She teased back. Reluctantly Corey started the process of dressing, feeling embarrassed once he took off the robe and stood there naked. He knew it was ridiculous since it was her body, or at least a copy of it, but he still felt that way. He hesitated when she handed him the panties, thinking suddenly how gross it would be to wear someone else's underwear. Gulping, he slipped them on, then let his aunt help him with the bra before getting the rest on. Several minutes later, he was dressed in his aunts black slacks and a white shirt that left his midriff open. Next, Emily made Corey sit down, and she started brushing his hair and putting makeup on, much to her amusement and his embarrassment. "But you look so cute" she teased after he complained that the makeup felt odd to wear. Then she looked down at his bare feet and the sandals she'd set aside for him to wear, frowning as she did so. "Looks like we have some more work do to" she said, grinning as she reached for the nail polish. While she carefully painted Corey's toes, then his fingernails, he told her about his classes at school. About the teachers, the kids she'd run into and several other important things that he thought she'd need to make it through the day. Or at least part of a day. "Don't worry" she assured Corey, "I used to go that school myself." When his Auntie Em was finally done with him, Corey stood up and walked around, feeling a little odd. She just smiled and made funny comments that made even Corey laugh about their situation. After Corey looked at the clock though, he realized just how much time they'd already spent that morning. "What about school?" he asked, feeling a little worried. Emily scowled, saying "Don't be such a worry wart. Everything will be fine." Then she chuckled, "If you're in such a hurry to get rid of me, I'll go." Gesturing to her purse, she jokingly said "You're going to need your purse, Auntie Em." Corey chuckled, then picked up the purse, feeling uncomfortable as he slung it over his shoulder. "How do I look?" he joked back, posing a little and making his aunt start laughing. Then he noticed that she had the necklace in her hand, slipping it into her pocket. "What are y you doing?" he asked, feeling a little worried. She just grinned and replied "Just making sure that you play fair." Corey nodded reluctantly, then remembering several more things that he should probably have told her. After a little bit longer talking, they went down to the car. Corey hesitated, then said "I don't really know how to drive." Auntie Em looked slightly annoyed, then grinned. "I'll just have to teach you then." With that, she dug through her purse, and pulled the keys out. "This key is for my apartment" she held one key out, then went to the next, "This one is for the car door...." For a bit longer, she went over the keys, then over everything in the car. Corey was startled to realize that he knew more about driving than he'd realized. Corey grinned and said "I guess that some of those video games at the arcade really paid off." His aunt just chuckled, telling him to go. Corey looked over everything once more, thankful that it was an automatic rather than a standard, then let out a sigh. "Here goes nothing" he muttered, pulling out of the parking space. The ride to school was a little slow, Corey being a little nervous about driving and taking it easy. His aunt gave him gentle reminders when he needed them, and he made it there all right. As he pulled into the schools parking lot, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking that it hadn't been that bad. Auntie Em grinned, then said "Let's see... Since you're not going to work for me, there's not too much to say. Just take it easy, and there's beer in the fridge." "But I can't drink" Corey protested. Auntie Em chuckled, saying "You're an adult now. Just be careful. OK." Corey nodded agreement, then reminded his aunt about which bus she'd need to catch home. She chuckled, looking around, saying "It'll be tough going back to school, but I'll manage." Then she smiled at Corey adding "Don't run anyone over on the way home, OK. That's my car and my name that would be ruined." Corey smiled back nervously, promising to be careful. "See ya then." With that, she ran into the school, and Corey let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Sighing, he started the drive back. After Corey had finished driving back to Auntie Em's apartment, he felt greatly relieved. It had been a bit more comfortable then the drive to school, but on the other hand, he didn't have his aunt with him to give him confidence. As Corey climbed out of the car, he barely remembered to grab his aunts purse. He didn't know why she'd insisted he bring it with him. Corey went back inside, setting the purse down on the couch, then going over to look at himself again in the mirror. He couldn't believe how much he looked like his Auntie Em. Grabbing hold of his breasts, he shook his head, smiling at how unbelievable it was. At how impossible such a thing should be. "Amazing" he muttered to himself, shaking his head and squeezing his breasts. "Just amazing." Gently squeezing his breasts through the shirt, Corey posed in front of the mirror for a few minutes, thinking how pretty his aunt was. How pretty he was. Corey wondered for a minute what he looked like completely naked. He hadn't had a chance to really look at himself earlier while Auntie Em was around. But in spite of his great curiosity, Corey decided not to do strip at the moment. For some reason, he felt like that would be an invasion of her privacy. Like being a peeping tom. He got embarrassed just thinking about it. Sighing, he turned away from the mirror and went to the living room, sitting down on the couch, and just staring at his hands. At the long painted fingernails. At the feminine fingers and how unfamiliar even his hands looked to him. Absently he put his hands on his breasts again, feeling them rise and fall as he breathed. Definitely different, though not really all that uncomfortable. Trying to keep himself out of trouble, Corey looked for the remote so he could turn on the TV. Unfortunately, he frowned thinking that his aunt really wasn't very organized. He shoved a magazine and empty beer bottle out of the way as he looked over the coffee table for it. Eventually he found the remote under the cushions of the couch and was able to turn on the TV. He watched it for some time, though wasn't really able to get into anything. Mostly he tried to ignore the temptation to examine his body closer, reminding himself that it would be like spying on his Auntie Em. Absently he started to fiddle with the remote, rolling it around in his hands, occasionally using it to flip through the channels. Corey kept shifting position on the couch, trying to get comfortable. But every few minutes he found himself moving into a different position. He finally found himself setting into a position with his feet partly under him. A position that, though he didn't realize it, was one his aunt frequently used. Setting the remote down, Corey started twiddling his fingers. Once he realized that he was doing that, he stood up and started walking around the apartment. For some reason he just couldn't seem to sit still. He felt so fidgety and just didn't know why. Since Corey didn't feel like watching TV anymore, he just poked around Auntie Em's apartment, looking for something else to occupy him. He started digging through her closet and a few of her drawers, feeling a little guilty for doing so, but still not stopping. Corey felt himself blushing when he found a dildo in one of his aunt's dresser drawers. He dropped it back in quickly, deciding that he'd had enough of exploring her bedroom. Since Corey still felt like fidgeting, he thought that munching on something would help and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. After checking through the cupboards, Corey found that one of them had several bottles of liquor in it. A half empty bottle of scotch, an almost full bottle of tequila and several other bottles of stuff that Corey didn't know. Shrugging, he continued looking through cupboards until he found some potato chips and a couple bags of Hershey's Kisses. Smiling, he unwrapped a kiss and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm" he moaned slightly, thinking that the chocolate tasted even better than usual. "Pretty good" he said, unwrapping the next piece. Thinking that he could certainly use a Pepsi, Corey opened the fridge, frowning when he saw that there was only diet Cokes and Sprites in there to drink. And beer. Corey picked one of the bottles up, looking at it curiously. He remembered that Auntie Em had told him to help himself to the beer. Chuckling to himself, Corey said "What the hell? She did say I was an adult now." Popping the cap off of the beer, Corey brought it back to the living room, along with the bag of chips. Sitting back on the couch, he frowned vaguely at the TV, then took a sip from the bottle. The beer didn't taste quite like what Corey had expected and was a little bitter. But it wasn't bad. In fact, it tasted kind of good. Shrugging, Corey took another drink then helped himself to a chip. Sighing, he picked up the remote and started flipping through channels again, not even noticing that he was sitting with his legs crossed like a woman. He'd only moved into what felt like a comfortable position. Emily grinned to herself as she hid under the gym bleachers. It was just like the old days when she used to go to that school. When she'd gone into the school, everyone was in the middle of class. Not wanting to attract any attention she'd decided to just show up for the next class. Fortunately she remembered the great hiding place under the gym bleachers from her days of going there and skipping classes. Shaking her head, she patted her chest, still finding it hard to believe. It felt so strange not to have her breasts there. And even stranger to have that extra thing between her legs. Emily sighed and sat down, trying to remain patient and wishing that she'd brought something to do. Just sitting under the bleachers wasn't very much fun, but she knew that she'd have to wait. Attracting any extra attention was the last thing she needed. Eventually the bell rang and Emily sighed in relief. "I can finally get out from under here." she muttered to herself, being careful not to be seen as she left the gym and headed towards her first class. Getting there, she chuckled to herself as she realized that her teacher was Mr. Edmonds. She remembered being in his class herself, and how good a teacher he was. He had been one of the few teachers that didn't put her to sleep. Sitting down, Emily chuckled to herself, thinking that it was just like old times. While Mr. Edmonds was giving his lecture on the Civil War, Emily wondered with amusement, just how Corey was handling things. Corey finished drinking his beer and got up, leaving the empty bottle on the coffee table as he went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He finished up and wiped himself, barely even noticing that it had felt almost normal to pee that way. However, he hesitated to pull his pants back up, looking at his vagina instead. At the dark hair filling his pubic region, and soft pink lips. Curiously he started to rub it with his fingers, feeling his fingertip slightly enter his moist slit. Gasping in surprise from the strange sensation, Corey pulled his hand back then started pulling his panties back up. He felt embarrassed, just thinking what his aunt would say if she found out he was taking liberties in her body. Still feeling a little nervous and jittery, perhaps even a little more so, Corey went back to the kitchen. After grabbing a small handful of chocolate Kisses, he pulled out another beer and went back to the living room, wondering just what was wrong with him. He just couldn't figure out why he kept feeling so agitated and jittery. Shrugging, he ate a Kiss and started sipping at the beer. After several minutes, Corey noticed the purse on the other end of the couch where he'd set it earlier. Grinning mischievously, he wondered just what Auntie Em kept in it. Giving in to his temptation, Corey pulled the purse over to him and opened it up, only slightly startled to notice a pack of cigarettes next to the wallet. Corey knew that Auntie Em smoked sometimes, but he hadn't really thought about it. Shrugging, he set them aside and pulled out the wallet, finding great pleasure in digging through it. After he'd gone through the contents of the purse, Corey started putting things back in. As he reached for the pack of cigarettes to return them, he frowned and stared at them. Corey was startled to realize that he felt an urge to smoke one. Suddenly it dawned on him. That nervous jittery feeling that he'd been having. Auntie Em smoked, and since he had turned into her, his body wanted the nicotine from her habit. Corey stared at the cigarettes confused. He'd never smoked before in his life, and even though he'd turned into a copy of his aunt, he was sure that he was only that. A copy. Then why, he asked himself, was he having nicotine withdrawal. Nervously, he realized that he was a much more exact copy than he'd first thought. At least physically. And as he pulled one of the cigarettes out of the package and stared at it, he wondered if it might be more than just that. Taking a look at the beer he'd set on the coffee table, then at the cigarette, Corey shrugged, saying "She did say I was an adult now." Corey felt a little nervous about what he was doing, but knew that he'd need to in order to get rid of the uncomfortable nervous feeling he had. Feeling curious as well, he put the cigarette between his lips, then dug through the purse for the lighter that he'd just dropped back in a moment earlier. Once he had it, he lit it, staring at the flame for a moment before bringing it to the end of the cigarette, carefully cupping the flame with his other hand. Once the end was lit, Corey pulled the lighter away and sucked in. He could taste the smoke coming through his mouth, and feel it roughly going down his throat and into his lungs. Unprepared for the strange sensations, Corey started hacking and coughing, getting control of himself again after a few moments. Feeling rather stupid, Corey looked at the cigarette, smoldering between his fingers, determined to try it again without the coughing. After all, Auntie Em did it all the time so it couldn't't be that bad. Corey took another puff from the cigarette, this time being prepared for it. It went down much easier and Corey blew the smoke back out, feeling vaguely satisfied. And more relaxed. The jittery feeling that had been plaguing him all morning was rapidly fading. Corey smiled, then took another puff, pleased to realize that he felt sort of good as well. "So this is why people smoke" Corey told himself as he thought about the pleasant feeling. Getting comfortable again on the couch, Corey continued smoking the cigarette and drinking his beer, barely noticing that with each drag he took on the cigarette, the more normal it felt. The more at ease he was with it. Soon he was smoking as though he'd been doing so for years. After he was finished with the cigarette, Corey turned off the TV and went to the stereo, turning that on instead. The volume was on higher than Corey normally liked, but it didn't bother him any. In fact, he found himself thinking that the current volume was preferable. And though Corey was normally more a TV person than music person, he quickly found himself dancing in the middle of the living room floor, much to his embarrassment when he realized what he was doing. "What's happening to me?" he asked aloud, already knowing the answer. Corey looked over to the stereo, then to the clock, realizing that it was already almost lunch time. "What am I gonna do?" he asked himself, thinking how boring it was sticking around the house. Then he grinned as an idea came to him. Chuckling to himself, Corey walked to the phone, saying "She did tell me to go see Mom." Feeling rather nervous, Corey called his Mom up, smiling when he heard her on the other side saying "Hello?" "Hi Mo...Brenda" he caught himself quickly, "Guess who." He heard a chuckling on the other end. "Hi Emily. How's it going" his Mom asked him. Corey chuckled to himself, thinking that so far it had worked. His Mom thought he was Auntie Em. He asked her how things were going, and told her that he got Corey off to school all right. They talked for a few minutes, with Corey feeling amused the entire time. Finally he hung up, saying that he was going to come over for awhile. Laughing to himself as he picked up the car keys and the purse, Corey thought that Auntie Em had been right. This was going to be a lot of fun. A lot of fun indeed. Emily looked down in disgust at the contents of her plate. "Damn" she muttered, "I'd forgotten what school food was like." Shaking her head, she looked around for a place to sit, hoping that she didn't run into any of Corey's friends. She'd already had to bluff her way past a couple of them, but she wasn't sure that she could keep doing that under closer observation. However, she thought that it might be fun to try. Feeling mischievous, Emily looked around for something to do. Here she was, a teenage boy, and she wanted to take advantage of that while she could. Noticing a pretty girl sitting alone at one table, Emily smiled to herself and walked over. She sat down next to the girl, introducing herself as Corey and starting to talk, finding out that the girls name was Lori. Though the real Corey wouldn't have had the confidence to that, Emily didn't have that problem. Remembering what it was like to be a girl that age herself made it very easy for her to get on Lori's good side. When lunch was over, Emily walked to the next class, thinking that Lori seemed to be a rather nice girl. Maybe, she thought, Corey should hook up with her. She'd always thought that Corey was a little too shy around girls. The more Emily thought about it, the more she liked that idea. Corey sat on the couch in his own living room, talking to his Mom. It felt strange to be a guest in his own home, and even stranger to have his Mom talking to him as an equal. More or less. Now though, she thought of him as her kid sister instead of as her kid. The whole thing was kind of funny he thought. Unable to help himself, Corey burst out laughing. He couldn't believe that his Mom had just told him a dirty joke. He realized with amusement that Auntie Em was right. His Mom wasn't as stuffy as he thought. When she wasn't nagging him and stuff, she actually seemed kind of cool. Not as cool as Auntie Em, but still much better than she normally was with him. Fooling his Mom into thinking he really was Auntie Em actually was pretty easy for Corey. He knew them both pretty well, and his aunt had told him a lot of things about his Mom behind her back. The hardest thing about it was remembering to call her Brenda instead of Mom. After he'd done it a few times though, it got a little easier to remember. Suddenly, Corey's Mom said "I've got an idea Emily." She smiled, then continued "Let's go out for lunch. We haven't done that in awhile." Corey nodded agreement, reaching over for his purse while his Mom....no, he reminded himself, Brenda, went for her car key's, saying "I'll drive." Corey nodded again and smiled back, saying "Let's go then." They went to a small restaurant that Corey had never been to before, but obviously Auntie Em and his Mom had. They chatted while they ate, with Corey listening to his Mom...Brenda... complaining about how hard things had been lately. About how Corey hadn't done his chores and how her husband had been ignoring her. Corey felt a little uncomfortable hearing the complaints about himself, but it gave him a new perspective on how things were at home. He wasn't the only one who had problems. Though he wasn't really sure what to do, Corey settled on listening and nodding, occasionally offering comments on what might help. Apparently that was what Brenda had expected though. Once they'd finished eating, Brenda leaned forward and asked "You wouldn't happen to have a smoke I could get from you, would you?" Corey was startled at the request, knowing that his Mom didn't smoke. "Um, sure" he replied, pulling the cigarettes out of the purse and handing one to Brenda. As she lit it and blew the smoke out, she said "Thanks. Bob hates cigarette smoke, so I can't ever smoke anywhere near him or the house." Then she chuckled, adding "Besides, they're too unhealthy to smoke very often." Corey just nodded, lighting a cigarette himself since it seemed to be expected of him. While they smoked their cigarettes, they continued talking. Corey felt himself blushing when Brenda pointed at one guy saying "He sure has a cute ass." He couldn't believe that his own Mom was talking about cute guys with him. She joked about a couple other guys too, making Corey ask her if she was that unhappy with her marriage. She just looked at him strangely and shook her head. "Are you all right?" she asked Corey. Then she chuckled, "You're the one who keeps saying that window shopping is all right. Look all you want, but just don't touch." Corey chuckled at that, then more when Brenda finished, "Just don't tell Bob said that." Leaving the resteraunt, they went to the park, and Corey had to listen to Brenda sigh when she saw the kids playing, then go on, talking about him when he was little. He felt embarrassed about some of the things she remembered, and couldn't help but laughing at others. Some of the things she said though weren't quite the way he remembered them happening. He shrugged that off though, enjoying the time he was spending with her. He was seeing a whole new side to Brenda that he'd never seen before. A whole new personality. With the way she was acting with him, Corey was finding it easier to think of her as Brenda. It was like "Mom" was a whole different person. And he kind of liked Brenda. Eventually they left the park and did a quick walk through the mall before heading back home. Brenda sighed, reluctantly saying "I have to get dinner started." While she was preparing dinner, Corey watched her and kept talking with her. He was really enjoying himself. Then the door opened, and Corey turned to see Corey walking in. It was Auntie Em. As soon as Brenda saw her walking in, Corey saw the "Mom face" slip back on. "What have I told you about coming in the house without wiping your feet?" She asked a slightly confused Auntie Em. Corey chuckled slightly at the look on his old face. "Well" Brenda continued, "Go and wipe your feet. I am not vacuuming this floor again today." Auntie Em nodded then turned then turned to Corey, a knowing smile on her face. "Hi Co.....Auntie Em." "Hi Corey" Corey said back, smiling broadly. He watched her give Brenda....his Mom a dirty look then walk back out to take care of the dirty feet. Corey looked at Brenda, who was shaking her head saying "You're lucky that you don't have any kids to deal with. Teenagers especially." A minute later Auntie Em was back, and Corey had to play the role of aunt while she pretended to be him. He thought it was kind of funny, though a bit embarrassing. If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was enjoying it even more than him. After thinking about if for a minute, he wondered if he really did know better. When his Dad got home, Corey had to remember to call him Bob, and he watched in amusement while Auntie Em forgot to call him Dad, and got a brief chewing out for being too formal. He couldn't help but chuckling at the look on her face. Since they were getting ready to eat, Corey looked at the meal longingly, then said "I guess I'd better be going." "Don't be silly" Brenda said, "You're perfectly welcome to eat here." "Yeah Auntie Em" Auntie Em echoed, "You can stay and eat." Corey noticed the smirk on her face. Actually his face. Then Corey realized that he'd been expecting her to come back to her apartment so they could change back, and he hadn't even talked about it to her. As he sat down to eat, looking across at her, he knew that he'd have to talk to her privately a little later on. After eating, Corey talked with Brenda and his Dad....Bob, in the living room while the real Auntie Em put the dishes into the dishwasher. Then she was forced by Brenda to go to his room and do homework. "That kid" Brenda said, shaking her head as Auntie Em walked away a little unhappily. Corey just smiled, glad that for once it wasn't him getting it. Once he'd waited a respectable amount of time, Corey went to his room to talk to his "nephew." "Yo, Auntie Em" he said as he stuck his head in, "How was school?" She chuckled, telling Corey that it had been fine. That she'd had a few small problems, but managed to bluff her way around them. After they'd talked about their days for a few minutes, Corey brought up the subject of changing back. "Where's the necklace so we can change back?" Auntie Em looked thoughtful, then pulled the necklace out of a pocket. She rolled it around in her hands then looked back at Corey. "I guess we could trade back right away" she said, then she smiled slightly, "Or we could stay this way for another day." "What?" Corey asked, surprised. He was sure that she would want to trade back immediately. Why would she want to stay a teenage boy when she was really an adult woman? She just smiled mischieviously. "I had fun today. And you said that you learned a lot about your Mom." Corey nodded. "And I bet you had some fun too." she teased. "Well, am I right?" feeling himself beginning to blush a little, Corey nodded yes. "Just one more day. We can change back to normal tomorrow night." "I guess" Corey said uncertainly. One more day wouldn't hurt him any. And he had to admit that he thought it might be kind of fun. "Then it's settled" she said. A minute later, she added, "You know that I can't miss too much work, don't you?" "Yeah" Corey said, already guessing where she was going with this. "I did cover for you at school. It's only fair that you cover for me at work." Corey protested, "I don't know anything about your work." Auntie Em snorted. "It's not very hard, and I can teach you." Corey thought about it, then agreed. She nodded, smiling vaguely, then began to tell Corey what to expect at the bank she worked at, and about her co-workers. Corey listened carefully, then she went on to her actual job, describing to him in detail what he'd have to do. After awhile, Auntie Em pointed out to Corey that he shouldn't stay any longer. It would look odd enough that he spent quite that much time with her, and would be more suspicious if he stayed any longer. Reluctantly, Corey was forced to admit that she was right. After saying goodbye to Auntie Em, and leaving his own bedroom, he said a quick goodbye to his parents.....to Bob and Brenda, then started the drive back to Auntie Em's apartment. Emily smiled as she flipped the necklace between her fingers, glad that she had the extra time she needed. Glancing down at the unfinished homework, she frowned, then wondered suddenly why she was even worried about it. It wasn't as if she had done all her own homework when she was in school, so why worry about Corey's? Shrugging, she quickly finished up, deciding that she didn't want to get Corey in any trouble. Once she had finished up with Corey's homework, she smiled and picked up the phone. Several seconds later the other end picked up and Emily smiled, saying "Hello Lori...." Corey got back to his aunt's apartment and dropped the purse at the end of the couch, then plopped down on hit himself. Sighing, he looked at the coffee table, noticing how messy it was. Then he remembered that earlier he'd left several empty beer bottles on it, the same way his aunt had before. "Oh my God" he muttered to himself, staring at the mess, "I've become a slob." Shaking his head, he decided that he should probably clean it up, but it didn't really seem all that important. It took him several minutes before he got around to straightening things up, and tossing the bottles into the garbage. After grabbing another bottle of beer from the kitchen, he went back to the couch and started watching TV. It still wasn't all that interesting, but he stayed where he was and after a few minutes, lit another cigarette. Awhile later, he got up and turned the TV off. Though he didn't really feel tired, Corey knew that he'd have to go to work for Auntie Em in the morning. Something that he was really dreading. Though at the same time, he was beginning to look forward to it a little. Going into the kitchen, Corey glanced at the cupboard that he'd seen the liquor in earlier, wondering if maybe some of that might help him get to sleep. He'd remembered hearing somewhere that sometimes a drink before bed can help a person get to sleep. "Why not?" he said with a shrug, pulling a bottle of something out of the cupboard. After finding a glass and throwing an couple ice cubes in it, he poured the contents of the bottle in, and hoped that it would work. Taking a deep breath, Corey said "Here goes nothing." then took a sip from the glass, wincing at the harsh taste. "Nasty." Corey stared at the liquid in the glass for a moment, wondering just what it was, then deciding that he didn't really want to know. Taking another sip, he started walking towards the bedroom, thankful that at least he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch again that night. Once in the bedroom, Corey took another sip from the glass, beginning to enjoy the warm feeling that the stuff gave him as it went down his throat and into his stomach. Setting it down, he started to undress, pulling the sandals off first. He stared at his painted red toe nails for a moment, shaking his head then looking at his fingernails that were painted up the same way. He hadn't even noticed that he hadn't had any problems with the fingernails getting in the way since before lunchtime. Staring at them, he thought how strange it was and how easily he'd accepted them. And how normal they almost seemed on him. Taking his mind off of that subject, Corey took another sip from the glass, then went back to undressing. When he was only in his panties and bra, he couldn't help but chuckling. "And here I was avoiding this earlier." her mused to himself. Finding a fairly large mirror in the corner that would show his upper body, Corey started posing. After a few seconds of that, he chuckled and thought how ridiculous it was. "I wish I had a full sized mirror though." he told himself as he started undoing the bra, "Then it might be more interesting." Shrugging, he dropped the bra to the floor. As he reached for his panties, Corey hesitated. Then pulling his hands away, he reached for his breasts instead, gently cupping them in his hands and staring down at them. The nipples seemed so much bigger than his own. And darker as well. Corey gently ran his hands over them, thinking that he'd had them all day long and hadn't really looked at them. Standing back up, he looked at himself in the mirror, thinking how a body Auntie Em had. Or at the moment at least, he had. Turning a little, Corey posed a little in the mirror, then noticing something he hadn't before. There was a tattoo on one of his shoulder blades. Curious, Corey leaned closer to the mirror and saw that it was a bird of some sort. A raven or a crow, holding a rose in its beak. "Interesting" Corey said, turning away from the mirror and looking himself over for other surprises. He found a few scars that he never possessed, and another tattoo on his left ankle. A ring of thorns run around the ankle, with a small butterfly above it. "Amazing" was all Corey could think to say for a moment. Smiling to himself, he took another couple sips from the glass then set it back down. Taking a deep breath, Corey pulled off the panties before he could change his mind. Though he'd seen his new genitals while going to the bathroom, he'd been reluctant to look at them any more than necessary. He'd thought that it would be an invasion of his aunt's privacy. But after ignoring the temptation all day, it suddenly came back to him again. Looking at the soft mound and moist slit, he knew that he had to satisfy his curiosity. Gently, Corey started running his fingers around his vagina. Around the soft folds of skin and the opening. He gasped as his finger touched his clitoris, amazed at just how sensitive it was. Corey then became aware that his nipples had gotten hard. Pinching one, he thought that it felt a lot like an erection. Remembering some of the things he'd heard about women, Corey grinned and started rubbing his breasts, wanting to experience an orgasm as a woman. Suddenly Corey stopped, grinning wider as he remembered the vibrator in the dresser drawer, then going to retrieve it. Corey masturbated himself to orgasm, then with the aid of the vibrator, he did it again. He was amazed at how good it felt. And at how easy it was to bring himself to it again. Something that he wished he could do normally. Sighing, Corey leaned back on the bed, soaking up the feeling of the afterglow. Chuckling to himself, Corey dug around his aunt's nightstand, finding another lighter and pack of cigarettes. After he'd lit another cigarette and blew the smoke out, he went back to the glass of liquor, slowly finishing both off before going to sleep. After Corey got up, he remembered that he would have to go to work for his Auntie Em, groaning as he did so. Knowing that he didn't have much choice, he decided that he might as well get to it. After showering, he got dressed, trying to look as professional as he could with what his aunt had available. It was a little easier than he thought it would be. However when he got to the hair and makeup, he had a little more difficulty. While brushing his hair, Corey found that his hands almost seemed to know how to take care of things by themselves. Still, he wasn't used to having long hair, even if it was only to his shoulders. Once he'd managed to get that done, he had to do the makeup. As much as he disliked the idea, he knew that he would have to wear some if he was going to take his aunt's place at work. There was no other choice. With that in mind, he tried putting it on, smearing it badly the first time. Sighing, he redid it, being a lot more careful. Again it didn't turn out right, but Corey noticed that it wasn't nearly as bad. Wondering if maybe he was putting too much effort into it, he tried it again, trying to relax this time. That time it came out much better. Not perfect, but acceptable. His hands had almost seemed to know what they were doing, but the rest of him didn't which had spoiled the effect some. Once he was satisfied that he looked acceptable, Corey looked himself over. He was wearing a knee length dark blue skirt (the longest one his aunt owned), a white blouse with a dark blue jacket to match his skirt, stockings (which he found uncomfortable) and a pair of dark blue pumps that gave him difficulty for a few minutes until he got used to them. "That ought to do it" Corey told himself, feeling nervous as he thought about the day ahead of him. "Well, Auntie Em managed at school, so I can manage here." Still, Corey didn't feel completely relaxed, and started smoking a cigarette in the hopes that it would calm him down. Corey drove to the bank that his aunt worked at, taking a deep breath before going inside. He felt so nervous and afraid that someone would know he was a fake. Forcing himself to calm down, he went inside, determined to do the best he could. The first part of the morning passed slowly for Corey. He felt nervous and uncertain. Unsure of what he needed to do. However as he relaxed, he found himself doing what needed to be done, and getting more comfortable doing so. He knew the about the other people that worked there from what Auntie Em had told him, but while he was actually talking to them, he almost had the feeling that he really knew them. The same thing happened while he was working. He found himself feeling familiar with what he was doing. Almost as if he had done it before. Though he would have been nervous by this realization earlier, having the extra help at work comforted him. By lunch, Corey was confident about what he was doing, no longer feeling afraid of messing up. Emily laughed at a joke someone told as she sat down for lunch. All morning she'd gotten to know some of Corey's classmates a little better, and even made friends with one of them. She was sitting with several of Corey's friends, who all seemed to accept her, making her pleased that she'd done this for another day. It reminded her so much of when she had gone to school there, and she'd even caught herself several times forgetting for the moment that this was her second time. Frowning as she took a bite into the nasty lunch meal, Emily felt immediately sorry for Corey. Having to eat that stuff every day. Yuck. The sight of Lori walking her way made Emily feel immediately better. Lori was a cute girl with somewhat short blonde hair. And smart, though somewhat shy as well. Emily liked the girl and knew that Corey would as well. Once she introduced them that was. Feeling pleased with herself, Emily said "hi" to Lori, telling her to have a seat, still thinking about her plans. She still had some work to do, and little time to do it in. After work, Corey went back to Auntie Em's apartment, surprised though proud of himself for making it through the day. Feeling a little tired, he sat down for awhile to rest. "I never knew bank telling was tiring." he said, thinking aloud. It wasn't't hard work in itself, but the standing all day and dealing with people constantly had worn him down. "At least I can relax." he told himself, thinking about a nice warm bath and how nice that would feel. Finally getting the energy to get up again, Corey went to the kitchen and debated whether or not to have a beer. After a few seconds he settled on a sprite instead, thinking that it wouldn't hurt to avoid getting drunk before changing back to normal. Absently he realized that he still needed to get ahold of Auntie Em so that they could change back. First though, Corey thought as he started undressing, a nice long soak was definitely called for. With that in mind, he crawled into the bathtub, letting the matter of the necklace slip from his mind for awhile. Time enough for that later. Corey hesitated before knocking on the door. He felt so strange going to his own home as a guest. After a few minutes, the door opened and Corey saw his own face peak out. "Auntie Em" he heard in his own voice, seeing the grin on his old face. "What are you doing here?" "As if you didn't know" Corey joked back, stepping inside. "Where is everyone?" he asked, noticing that the car was missing from the driveway. Auntie Em shrugged and said that they went out for a date. "Now can we change back?" Corey asked. "I'm enjoying this a little too much." Emily chuckled, saying "Um, not quite yet. I have company, Auntie Em" "Huh?" Corey asked, then noticed a pretty blonde girl sitting on the couch, holding some school books. "Auntie Em" Emily said grinning, "This is Lori. She came over so we could do our homework together." Emily winked at Corey, seeming to enjoy his surprise. "Don't worry" she said quietly so Lori couldn't hear, "We can change back as soon as she leaves." Corey nodded, wondering just what his aunt was up to. "Mom will be back in awhile" Emily told Corey, loud enough for Lori to hear, "So why don't you just around until she gets back." Sighing, Corey sat down in a chair in the living-room while Auntie Em sat down next to Lori and they started talking. Corey noticed that his aunt was taking care to draw him into the conversation as well. Before he realized it, he was talking and joking with the two of them. He thought he recognized Lori from school, from one of his classes, but he'd never really talked to her before. But now that he was talking to her, he realized that she seemed pretty nice and he kind of liked her. "Excuse me, but I've got something to take care of for a few minutes" Auntie Em excused herself, leaving Corey alone with Lori. At first Corey felt a little uncomfortable, then he reminded himself how ridiculous that was. At the moment he was an adult woman, and Lori was a teenage girl. He chuckled lightly to himself and started talking with her again. After a few minutes, Corey said "I don't remember Corey ever mentioning you before. How long have you known him?" Though Corey already knew the answers, he wanted to get to the point a little slowly. "I just met him yesterday" Lori said cheerfully, "He's pretty nice." Then she giggled slightly, "And cute." Corey gulped. She'd just called him cute. Or at least what he used to look like. For the next several minutes they talked about "Corey" until Auntie Em came back, looking somewhat satisfied. Corey watched her sit back down, wondering just what she was up to. And not that he really minded, but what was she doing with Lori. She was really a girl. How could she be flirting with another girl? Corey didn't know but had a bad feeling. After awhile Lori sighed and said that she had to go home. Auntie Em walked outside with her to say goodbye, leaving Corey alone in the living room. Impatiently, Corey waited for them, wondering just what was taking so long. Finally Auntie Em came back, looking a little smug. "So" She said grinning, "How was work today?" Corey grinned back and told her all about his day, admitting that he'd even kind of liked it. It may have been work, but it gave him a sort of satisfaction that he'd never known before to have a real job. Even if it wasn't really his. "Glad you enjoyed it" She said, "What would you say about one more day?" "WHAT?" Corey demanded, staring at her in surprise. She just laughed, saying "I was just joking." Then grinning broadly, she added "Well mostly." Corey let out a sigh, not knowing when she was serious. With her it was always hard to tell, but then again that was one of the reasons he liked her. For a little while they just sat in the living room, looking across at each other and lost in their own thoughts. Finally Auntie Em said "We might as well get this over with." Then she got up and went to Corey's bedroom, coming back a minute later with the necklace dangling from her hand. Corey breathed in deeply, then let the breath out. He eyed the necklace nervously, then accepted it from Auntie Em. Carefully he slipped it around he neck, then she said "Here, let me" reaching out towards it with some cloth in her hand. Seeing a mischievious look on her face, Corey suddenly jumped back, covering the necklace with his hand. "What are you up to?" he demanded suspiciously. "Who me?" she asked, trying to look innocent. Corey grunted, and made her drop the cloth on the floor. Picking it up, he glared at his aunt, saying "And I suppose that Bren....Mom's shirt was just an accident." Corey snorted, tossing the shirt off to the side, then going to his room himself. He ignored Auntie Em's chuckling from behind him, going to his room and getting one of his shirts himself. Once he had it, he gently touched it to the necklace, hoping that just touching would work and that he wouldn't actually have to wear it. As soon as the shirt brushed the necklace though, Corey thought he felt a slight tingling. Satisfied that it must be working, he went back out to the living room, tossing the necklace to Auntie Em, and ignoring the temptation to play her own game with her. And trying to keep his mind off of some of the little girl clothes the neighbor girl left in the closet the last time she was over. As much fun as he thought turning her into his kid sister might be, he knew that it wouldn't work out. Corey took off his shirt, feeling embarrassed to be