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HINDSIGHT by Jennifer Adams (c) Jennifer Adams, 1998 I've heard it said that hindsight is 20/20. If only foresight was just as clear. If I'd known then what I know now my life would be far different. I know what you're thinking, if that were the case, mine wouldn't be the only life that was different. Well, my difference in my life would be far greater than that of any other's. Let me tell you about it... *** I was out doing what many American's do on Saturday afternoons. I was yardsaling. Not sailing, but saling. This is the practice of driving around with the Saturday newspaper on the front seat going to houses marked in the paper as having a sale in their garage. What would they be selling you might ask. Junk, loads and loads of junk. Now what yardsalers do is buy this junk from those who no longer want it and take home to eventually sell it in a garage sale of their own. In reality, you can find some real finds in yard/garage sales. I have bought computers for a song, VCRs, and also small and large kitchen appliances as well. It's cheaper than buying brand new, IF you know what you are looking at. I know a lot of antique dealers who never miss a yardsale if they can help it. My local paper also carries yardsales from surrounding towns along with the ones in town. This particular Saturday, our old stove was sorely in need of being replaced and we didn't have the extra money to buy a new one. So I was looking for one in a yardsale that would fit within our means. By we, I mean my live-in girlfriend Crystal and I. With both of us being fresh out of school, money was still pretty tight. Until I could find a job for which I'd trained for, I was working as an shift manager at a local chain restaurant and Crystal was working for a department store, but bucking for a promotion. She was also working at the time which is why I was driving around town alone on this expedition. It had been rumored that she would be asked to promote to assistant store manager in a town two- hundred miles away. I had bulked at going because I would have to find another job and walking into an assistant manager's position with in reasonable distance to where we would be moving would be scarce. It would most likely mean, that I would have to work my way up from the bottom again. I had finally said that another promotion would come up again and if she stayed where she was long enough, she might even be able to promote in the store she worked in. She did not take that last statement well so I decided to drop it. So, back to yardsaling. I had searched all the places in town so I decided to start with the couple in a near by town and just make a big circle. There were a total of thirty yardsales in the paper, surely I would find what I was looking for somewhere. I had finally ended up in a town that was a little ways away from where we lived and it had been quite a while since I had been there. After checking on the last yardsale in the paper and finding nothing that fit our needs, I started to head for home. It wouldn't be long before I had to be at work myself. Oh, I had found a couple of stoves, but they were well out of my price range. Oh well, I'd thought, maybe next week. I started making my way through this little burg I was in, and back to the highway toward home, when I spotted a store originally named The Second Hand Shop. I don't know why, but I was compelled to go in and see if they had what I was looking for. I parked the car and went inside. Amid all the stuff was an electric stove. I asked the owner how much, a little well weathered older lady, she looked at it and squinted. She said. "Hmmm, I've had that a couple of months, I think everyone prefers gas. Tell you what, tell me how much you're willing to pay and I'll let you know if I'll take it." I thought for a couple of minutes. All the stoves I had seen that day ranged from fifty to a hundred dollars, our finances said that I couldn't go anywhere near that. After mulling it over I said. "Twenty-five." Now she mulled it over for a few minutes. She seemed to study me for a moment and then with a slight grimace, she said. "Take it. It'll be a while before I get a better offer, I'm sure." "Great!" I said. "Can I pick it up Monday?" That was my day off and hopefully, Crystal would be able to come along to help me load it up. "Fine, fine." She said, leading me over to the register. I paid for the stove and left. When I finally saw Crystal, I told her about finding the stove. She was happy but distracted. Which was no great surprise. With our conflicting schedules we were sometimes hard press to remember who we were married to. This was one of those times. It was Sunday and she was on her way out the door to go to work. I would be at work by the time she came home. "I'm going to need you to help me move that thing tomorrow." I told her. "Huh? uh, okay." She replied. "Give me a kiss, I gotta' go." She kissed me and left. I got myself a cup of coffee and watched what cartoons I could find while I began the process of waking up. Then I read the paper and generally puttered around the house and did a little light housework before going into work. Work turned out to be a hellish ordeal. Not one but two of my waitresses called off for the night. It is almost impossible to find people to work on Sundays. I ended up waiting on one section while one of the other girls, I mean women, I have to remember they prefer not to be called girls, helped me cover the other section while I attempted to manage the restaurant in the process. My dishwasher got sick and went home early, this also added to my mayhem. One of the cooks helped me keep on the dishes, while I waited tables and managed. I was the only one permitted to use the register. The other person with cashdrawer permission, was one of the waitresses that had called off. The only benefit to the whole night was that I made quite a bit of tips, which was surprising since it's not customary to tip the manager. They probably felt for me. After all, it was painfully obvious that I was having a serious staffing problem. I took home over a hundred bucks or dollars for those of you who might not know that. When I finally made it home almost an hour later than usual, I all but passed out in bed. I woke up the next morning to find Crystal already up and getting dressed for work. "I thought you were off today?" I asked. "I am, or was. I got a call about an hour ago and was asked to come in for a couple of hours." She replied. "I thought you were going to help get that new stove?" "What new stove?" She pause a moment and then said. "Oh, I'm sorry Honey. I completely forgot. Can we get it tomorrow?" "NO!" I shouted. That was it. I was really starting to get angry. That damn store always did this. Just when we thought we were going to get a day alone together, bang! they would call and off she would run with excuses like, we need the money, or if I'm going to get a promotion... I was sick of it and I told her so. That went over like a fart in church, obviously. We fought about it for several minutes until she finally said. "I'm sorry, I have to go." And she left me in mid-sentence. I just sat there in bed stunned for several moments. Finally, I figured that I had better get going or I might loose that stove that took me so long to find. Reluctantly, I got up and got dressed and got a cup of coffee. It was a long drive to the shop and it gave me a lot of time to think. I realized that it was wrong of me to get in the way of her job and possible career. I did want her to realize that it was taking so much away from our relationship. We never got into heated arguments like this before she started working there. Not that my job schedule helped much, but with all the extra time she was putting in along with my job. We hardly had time for each other anymore and I could tell it was putting a strain on our marriage. I arrived at the shop around eleven and had the stove loaded onto my pick-up by noon, even by myself. I decided to go back into the shop and see if I could find something to give Crystal as a peace offering. The time we did have together was too short to spend it arguing. I looked through the glass case by the register. There was dozens of rings and necklaces on display. I didn't see anything that really struck me out of the selection. I was about to give up and leave, when the old woman said. "I do have a couple of other necklaces, but they are quite expensive." I turned and looked at her. She lead me to a small door at the rear of the shop. When I walked through the door, I saw another jewelry case. Immediately, I could tell why she kept these behind a locked door. They were exquisite works of art. Then, there among all these beautifully crafted gold and precious stoned jewelry was a rather dingy looking necklace with some sort of medallion on it. I didn't appear to be made of gold. Bronze, maybe, but not at all worthy of being in such an array of expensive jewelry. I was somehow drawn to it. It looked so out of place here, that it piqued my curiosity. "How much for this one?" I asked pointing to it. I noticed an engraving on the medallion as I looked at it more closely. She remained silent for a moment as though considering the price. Her smile faltered slightly. "I probably shouldn't sell that one, at least not to you. It's more trouble than it's worth, that one." This only tweaked my curiosity a little higher. "Why not?" I inquired. Now I just had to have it. "It has magical powers." She countered. I suppressed a chuckle. "Really? How much?" I reiterated. "Yes it does, really." She again avoided giving my a price. "How does it work?" I asked with more a little agitation at this game. "I can't tell you unless you buy it." I sighed to relieve my building stress. "I can't buy it I don't know that price." I pointed out. "Okay, since you are so determined to purchase it, eventhough I warned you that it was more trouble than it's worth, I will sell it to you for a hundred and forty dollars." "A hundred and forty dollars!" I exclaimed. "That's a bit steep, isn't it?" "Not at all, especially since I don't want to sell it to you." "Look, all I have it a hundred even." I told her honestly. She thought for a minute and said sadly. "All right, I'll take a hundred for it." She went behind the case and retrieved the necklace and we walked to the register. I paid for it and she put it in a bag. "Okay? So how does it do magic." I asked. Her tone got very quiet and she said. "This is the fabled Medallion of Zulo." I looked at her blankly, so she went on to explain. "By touching the clothing of another to this medallion while being worn, will cause the wearer to be transformed into the exact likeness of the previous wearer of the garment. If the garment has never been worn, the wearer of the necklace will be transformed to fit the garment with in the spectrum of their genetic make up. In other words, they will become what they would have looked like if they had been born with the shape to fit the garment. Be warned, you can only transform once, then you have to wait twelve hours to do it again. There is more, but that's all I know about it." I got in the truck and headed home. I began to feel a little silly, I was sure that I had been duped into paying about ninety-five dollars more than the necklace was worth. I thought about going back and demanding my money back, but for some reason, I didn't. When I got home, I left the stove in the truck. I figured I could get Crystal to help me get it inside when she got home. I took the bag with the "Medallion of Zulo" into the house with me. I had to see if I'd really been duped. I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I wondered what I could use to transform myself into. I thought about grabbing Crystal's panties, but I wanted to try something a little more radical. Then I remembered the bathingsuit Crystal had bought for her niece. She had bought the wrong size and hadn't taken it back yet. It would have been too small on the girl. I got the bag with the suit in it and took it out. I looked at the tag and it said 4T, whatever that meant. Since it was too small for Crystal's niece and she was five years old, I figured that it must be for a four year old. That seemed pretty radical. I could always change back if it did really work like the old woman had said. I put the necklace on and touched the suit to the medallion. Slowly, I began to feel a tickling sensation in my stomach. After a few minutes, it appeared as though I was shrinking. I heard Crystal come in so I went to meet her at the door. I told her that I was sorry about our argument and why I was so upset. She apologized as well. We sat down in the livingroom as we started talking about the events of the week that we hadn't had a chance to discuss. As we talked, I had momentarily forgotten all about that medallion and that I had just tried it out on myself. Suddenly, Crystal said. "Craig, what's the matter with you?" "Huh?" I replied and looked down at myself. It was then I remembered because I was visibly smaller and my clothes were becoming baggy. Then my shoes fell off my feet and my feet looked like withered nubs through my socks. I pulled them off and looked at my smaller feet until my pantlegs covered them. "Uh, It's kind of a long story..." I managed in a voice I had never heard before. I stood up and my pants and underwear fell down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and lifted my shirt. The old woman had obviously told the truth. I looked my shrinking body over as Crystal did the same. I looked to be about twelve years old with no body hair. I looked at my crotch area and noticed that my penis looked like that of a much younger child, perhaps seven or eight years old. My hips were also beginning to take on that slight feminine flair. I was pretty sure that I was turning into a little girl. Within a few moments, the rest of my looked to be seven or eight but now my penis looked as though it belonged on a toddler. As I continued to watch, it got smaller still, until it was barely peeking out the two folds of skin that had seemed to have formed around it and it had turned a pale pink color. I looked up at Crystal and realized that I must be near the end of the transformation she looked so huge to me. It was then, that I noticed that there was hair tickling the back of my bare shoulders. I looked back at my crotch only to see what a normal little girl's immature sex would look like from the outside. After a couple of minutes it became apparent that it was finished and that I was now a little girl. Crystal looked at me with awe and finally said. "I can't believe this. Craig, what just happened to you? Tell me everything." She demanded. I began to tell her and stopped to clear my throat and began again. I figured I would just have to get used to it for the moment. In my childish voice, I told her about finding the necklace and what the old woman had told me about it. I also told her that I wanted to test it with something that would be even more impossible that just changing into her or something. She looked at me for a few minutes and said. "Well, you do make an adorable little girl, but we better get you something to wear." She reached out her hand and I took it without thinking. She led me back into the bedroom and helped me get the bathingsuit on. She smoothed the crotch over my new one and it struck me how it felt when her hand brushed across the area that was now devoid of my maleness. She also took a couple of her hair ties and pulled my long light brown hair back out of my eyes and into twin ponytails. Then she took the necklace off of me and said she was going to put it in a safe place. I had to agree, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck like this. Then she said. "I guess it's up to me to do dinner. I think you're a little too small to reach anything." I looked at her and nodded with a little frown. She went into the kitchen and I headed for the livingroom. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels. Even though, I found wrestling I couldn't get into it. I flipped some more and settled on the cartoon network. That seemed to hold my interest until dinner. Once or twice I heard Crystal cursing the stove and remembered that the new stove was in the bed of my truck. I looked at my little hands and feet, and figured it was going to stay there for the time being. I did feel a little embarrassed at having to sit on a phone book for dinner. After we ate, Crystal said that she needed to get something at the store. I told her that she just go and leave me here. She pointed out that if anyone found me here alone, she could get in trouble and I might end up with child welfare. I shuttered, that would be disastrous so reluctantly, I let her carry me to the car since I didn't have any shoes. When we got to the store, she carried me to a shopping cart and put me in the seat. I thought I was going to die of shame. Imagine me being put in a child's seat in a shopping cart by my own girlfriend. As I sat there in the cart, I looked down and could see the crease in the crotch of my bathingsuit. I tried to close my legs but the bars wouldn't let me. I tried to get out of the cart, it was tight fit but I knew I wriggle out of it. "Wait a minute." Crystal said and she gently pushed me back down. She steered the cart over to a table with flip-flops and sandals on them. She slid the flip-flops on my feet until she found a pair that fit. I shook my head no. I hated flip-flops. She put them back and grabbed a pair of sandals the same size and said. "These are more expensive so if I buy these for you. You're going to wear them more than once." I nodded. I would wear them more than once, I would wear them now until we got home and I would wear them again in the morning until I changed back since the twelve hour wait would be at three in the morning and I would probably sleep until eight or nine. She slipped them on my tiny feet and buckled the straps around my ankles. Then she took a pair of nail trimmers and cut the plastic band holding them together. She lifted me out of the cart and set me on the ground and put the tags on the seat of the cart. I followed along behind her and was amazed at how much more I had to work my little legs to keep up with her. She lead me down the baby supply isle and got a bag of large diapers. When I asked her what those were for, she told me that little girls often had accidents in their sleep and she didn't want me to wet our bed. I was a little stunned and didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. She picked up a few other odds and ends and then led me to the checkout. On our way, I spotted the video rentals and I asked her if we could get a movie since I didn't have any money on me. They had a copy of a movie I really wanted to see. She said that I would probably go to sleep as soon as we got home since my smaller body wore down faster than my normal body. Still I wanted to get the movie, I could always watch it in the morning since I was also off work as was she. I began shouting at her that I wanted that movie. Suddenly, to my surprise and horror. She grabbed me and bent me over. Then she tugged the back of my suit so that my butt cheeks popped out through the leg holes and gave me three swift smacks on my exposed rear and said. "If you insist on acting like a spoiled child I will treat you like one. Now come along." I pulled my suit out of the crack of my rear and followed her to the checkout with everyone staring at me and nodding their approval to her. I sniffled as I walked and I could feel the sting of tears rolling down my face. I don't know which was worse, the spanking, or the humiliation of being unceremoniously spanked and reprimanded like the child everyone thought I was. She paid for everything and lead me back out to the car. We then went to the store where she worked. She warned me on our way in that I should go along with everything she said. If I sassed her in any way she would strip me out of my suit completely and spank me soundly. I was mortified. She told me that for now I was a little girl and that I needed to act as one. I just nodded. She led me back to the children's department. She got a package of panties then she got a couple of cute little girl's outfits. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she wanted me to try them on. She took me into a changing room and opened the panties and told me to take my suit off and put them on. I asked her why she was buying me clothes since I would change back tomorrow and she told me that she was having fun having a little girl around and besides, when she told me if she bought me sandals I would have to wear them more than once I had agreed. After she had me try on all three outfits she chose one and had me put it back on and kept the suit. Then we went back into the clothing section and she picked out another bathing suit. We turned and headed towards the registers and as an afterthought. She picked up a sunsuit that was way too small for me and we went to the front of the store. She told the cashier that I was her niece and she had to watch me on short notice so I only had one bathingsuit to wear. The girl nodded and they chatted for a couple of minutes. The cashier talked to me for a moment telling me what a pretty little girl I was. She also spoke to me like I was a child. I hated every minute of it. Crystal took me home. She put a diaper on me and told me to go to bed. I pointed out that it was only eight-thirty and she said she didn't care and that my little body would need the extra sleep. She asked me if I needed any help in deciding if now was a good bed time and lifted her hand in a threatening manner. I asked her why she had spanked me and she said that as long as I was a little girl I was going to be a good girl or suffer the consequences. She also admitted that since I looked like a child, it was easy to forget that I was really an adult. Then she told me that was enough stalling. I knew better than to push it. She was right, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. I woke up the next morning and was a little disoriented until my mind cleared a little I remembered the events of the previous day. I was alone in bed, so either Crystal had gotten up before me or she had slept on the couch. I looked at the clock and a wave of panic broke out in my mind. I couldn't seem to remember how to read an analog clock. I calmed down a little remembering that it was only as long as I was like this. I decided what I needed to do was get up. I moved to the side of the bed and inched my way to the floor. I made the short drop to the floor and it made my heels hurt when I hit. I went to the door and found that I couldn't get a good enough grip on the knob to turn it. I could barely reach the thing. I pounded on the door and Crystal came and opened it for me. "Good morning sleepy- head." She said. "Good mowning Cwyst..." I stopped. I was talking like a small child. It seems as though, the longer I stayed like this, the more I acted like the child I appeared to be. Crystal giggled and said. "Aw that's cute darling. It really helps with your image." I said. "I help it Cwystal. I can't even wead the cwock anymore." As I thought the phrase, I made the right sounds in my mind, but when they came out it sounded like baby talk. "Well come on, let's get you breakfast. By the way, it's eleven o'clock." She said stretching out her hand to me. I took it and she led me to the kitchen and lifted me up onto a phonebook. She had already set a bowl of cereal on the table. There was only a spot of cereal and milk in the bottom of the bowl. I was going to protest but wasn't up to it. I was a little amazed that such a small amount filled me up. When I looked up from my breakfast, I noticed that Crystal had somehow managed to get the new stove into the house and the old one out of the house. When I asked her, she said that she used that medallion thing to turn into me long enough to move the stoves around last night after she put me to bed. Then she used it this morning to turn back into her. I got made and asked her why she didn't just wait until this morning and turn me back into me. She laughed and said that I was paying penance for the sandals. I pointed out that she could just give them to her niece and she said that they wouldn't fit her since I was smaller than her niece. That made me even angrier and I shouted. "I don't what to be a widdle girl! I demand you tuwn me back wight now!" "Look here! You will make now demands on me! I can always get rid of the necklace." She said. Then she turned me over her knee and spanked me again through the diaper which I had used during the night. " Now, you are going to spend the day as my niece. YOU will call me AUNT Crystal, or in your case Aunt Cwystal, Chrissy." She giggled which only added to me shame. Through my tears, I nodded that I understood. "Chwissy?" I asked. "Yes, isn't that a cute little name for a cute little girl?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Come on, let's get you out of that wet diaper and into a warm bath." She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She led me into the bathroom and took off my wet diaper and ran me a warm bath. I must admit that I felt totally ridicules standing naked in the bathroom. When it was ready, she put me in the tub. For a couple of minutes, I just sat there staring at the puffy looking lips of my underdeveloped sex. Crystal bent over the tub with a washcloth and washed me, paying special attention to the area between my legs. She explained that she didn't want me to get a rash since girls were more susceptible to them than boys and that kind of irritation is really unpleasant. I was all too happy to take her word for it. After the bath I was dressed in a pair of panties and the sunsuit. She pulled my hair back into twin ponytails once again. I watched her toss some things into a bag and she took my hand and led me to the door. She was going to take me out in public again. Last night was bad enough, luckily, we didn't run into anyone we knew. Going out again today only increased the chances. Naturally I refused to go out pulling against her hand and yelling that I wasn't going out like this again. She promptly turned me over her knee. I tried to fight it, knowing what was coming, but I didn't have to strength to do more than irritate her further. She eventually got me over her knee and proceeded to give three sharp smacks on my rear. The pain was unbelievable and tears welled up in my eyes. "Now." She said. " Are you ready to go?" I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to tell her that I still didn't want to do out and risk another spanking. On the other hand, maybe if I still protested even after being spanked, she might realize that I really didn't want to go and wouldn't make me. I decided to take my chances and I said. "No." She just looked at me a moment and said. "Why Chrissy, you look too old to still be in your terrible two's. Now, we're going and that's the end of it. Are you ready to go." Before I even realized it, I said. "No! I'm not going outside." Smack. Smack. Smack. I got three more smacks across my rear. The tears came anew and I also couldn't help but wail. "Now Chrissy, do you want spanked again?" I couldn't even hitch my breath enough to speak so I shook my head 'no'. "Good. Now, are you ready to go?" She asked. Defeated, I nodded my head 'yes'. She set me back on my feet and said. "Good girl. Come on." She took my hand and I timidly followed her out the door. She took me to the park and told me to play with the other kids. I told her I didn't want to do that and she asked if I wanted a bare bottom spanking right there in the park. I didn't answer, I just walked onto the playground toward the other kids. Later we went swimming and she played with me in the kiddie pool. After that she took me to my restaurant for dinner. I started to balk about going in there and I was once again reminded what would happen if I didn't go along with her. I would get spanked and then have to go in anyway. It was extremely humiliating to sit in a booster seat eating a kids meal with my employees looking and giggling at me from time to time. They all thought I was Crystal's niece. She also explained that my 'Uncle Craig' was at home and it was girl's night out. As soon as we were finished eating, Crystal got a beep on her pager. She went to the payphone and made a call. When she came back to the table, she told me we had to pack it up. She took me home and said that she needed to go into work and ran next door for a moment. She returned with Kelly, the eighteen year old girl who lived next door with her parents. Crystal informed me that Kelly was going to be watching me while she went into work. This was even more humiliating than dinner with my staff. I had often ogled Kelly in her backyard in a bikini. Now she was my baby-sitter and to top it off. I needed to wear a bikini as much as she did. She told me that we were going to have lots of fun. Crystal kissed my forehead and promised to be home in a little while. Kelly ended up reading me a book until Crystal got home. I was more than a little horrified that I couldn't understand what the letters meant either. It was like I had regressed mentally to age four. When Crystal finally came home, I was exhausted so she just put me to bed. I was too tired to argue with her so I laid down and went right to sleep. Just before I went to sleep, I looked at the clock again and it still didn't make any sense. It was like the memory of what it meant just floated right out of my head. I woke the next morning to discover that I was still a little girl and that Crystal was sitting on a chair across from the bed. "Good morning Glory." She said. "Good morning." I answered. Then I made a grimace. My diaper was wet again. Then I realized that it was the only thing I was wearing. "I wanted to talk to you." She said flatly. "The reason I had to go in last night was because. Mr Wolf wanted to inform me right away that I am being recommended for promotion. If I want it, I have to be in Denver by next week." "Colowado?" I asked. "Yes." "But that means I would have to quit my job and wook for another one. Tell him you will just have to wait for something closer." I said. "I can't. I already told him I would be there. I am taking the next couple of day off to pack." She said. "What?!" I exclaimed. "You're just going? No matter what I say? I demand you tell him that you are going to wait!" "You are in no position to make any demands on me little girl..." She said, a little sarcastically. "The way I see it. You have two choices. You can either come with me, or I leave you here." "Well, I didn't think it would come down to this, but I'm sure I'll manage to get over it. I still have my job..." I said. "What do you mean? Little girls don't have jobs. Not real ones anyway." I could see a glint in her eye. "You would leave me here like this?" I motioned with my hands to indicate my little girl's body. She didn't respond. She only asked. "So? Which will it be?" *** "Chrissy?! What are you doing up there?" "Nothing, Mom." "Are you trying to make up that silly story about me making you become a little girl again?" "No, Mother. But it really did happen." "Only you and I will ever know for sure. Now get in bed before I have to come up there and spank you. You start you first day of kindergarten in the morning and I'm sure that Miss Karen doesn't want to be bothered with your sill stories. Good night!" "Good night, Mother." The little five year old finished putting on her nightie and climbed into bed as her new nanny looked on. "Good Night, Chrissy. Good luck tomorrow." The twenty-one year old girl said. "Good night Miss Karen." The child said. The young woman walked down the steps and wondered if the child would ever figure out that she used to be the girl from next door that used to complain to Crystal about her boyfriend staring at her when she was tanning in her backyard. She remembered watching Crystal toss that necklace into the gutter on their way here to Denver. It was also great to be away from her parents, she didn't know why but she loathed them. She giggled to herself, Things had turned out pretty good. The End