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Witness Relocation and Protection Program II By Bill Hart Superior Court Judge Abigail Carstairs looked down from the bench in the direction of the prosecution's star witness, while the convicted defendant was escorted in shackles from her court. She wasn't overly pleased about the deal that had been struck by the DA's office giving this particular witness immunity from prosecution for all of his earlier crimes in exchange for his testimony, but she also knew all too well that the District Attorney's case would have never come to trial, let alone been proved beyond a reasonable doubt without him. And just being able to put that lowlife drug dealing scumbag away for the next thirty years might almost be worth it. But that still didn't mean she had to like letting someone like Alf Hergan go free. "Thank you, Mr. Hergan," said Judge Carstairs curtly. "The court appreciates your coming forward to testify in this matter. And, as has been arranged previously by the district attorney's office, you will now be reassigned into the protective custody of the WRPP." From the tone of her voice, Judge Carstairs was obviously one unhappy woman. "This isn't fair, your Honor," objected Rita Billings, one of the younger assistant deputy DA's assigned to the case. "Ms. Billings," replied the judge sounding surprised, "I understand your feelings on this matter, and fully sympathize, but it was my understanding that your office arranged this relocation deal between Mr. Hergan and the WRPP. Are you now saying, it is your intention to abrogate that deal?" Alf frowned, knowing he'd be dead before the week was over without this deal. "No, your honor," answered the older male deputy DA sitting at the table beside her. "She is not saying that at all. Our office stands firmly behind the deal we've made with Mr. Hergan." Even though he knew they wouldn't let that young woman mess up his deal, Alf still breathed a sigh of relief. "But that asshole's a rapist," argued Ms. Billings to her colleague. "I'm aware of that, Ms. Billings," replied the male deputy. "But, as I'm sure you will remember, we've been through all these arguments several times before. Arguing about it now - and especially here in court - isn't going to solve anything." He turned back to the judge. "The deal stands as is, your Honor." "Very well," replied Judge Carstairs. "Then this court now remands Mr. Hergan into the custody of the WRPP for his agreed upon relocation under the aegis of the Witness Relocation and Protection Act." She stared at Alf Hergan with contempt. "This court is adjourned." * * * * * * * An extremely angry Rita Billings stormed into the office of WRPP special field agent Jake Losfeld. "How the hell can you possibly justify assisting someone like Alf Hergan evade justice like this?" she demanded of agent Losfeld, who had, only an hour earlier, been assigned to the relocation. Jake looked up. "I'm just doing my job, Ms. Billings," he replied. "The court, in accordance with instructions from your office, allowed him entry into our program, Ms. Billings. Personally, I try never to pass judgment on those using the services of the WRPP." "But that filthy animal's a rapist," she argued. "He should be put away somewhere where he can't even look at another woman, instead of being given a new identity and set free to rape other women." "I've read through all of his records," replied Jake calmly. "I'm aware of what he's allegedly done, Ms. Billings. But it was your office, not mine, that cut through the red tape with him. And you certainly must realize that it was his testimony, and his testimony alone, that put away some other degenerate, who had been supplying dangerous narcotics to children. Without Hergan's testimony, that pusher would have walked away from the court scot-free and, shortly afterwards, would have been back selling more drugs to kids. "I know all of that. But it still sucks," said Rita. "Why do we have to allow one criminal to go free, so we can put another away? Just how is that justice, Mr. Losfeld? And what about all of Alf Hergan's victims? They don't give a stinking rat's ass about putting that pusher away; all they're seeing right now is we're letting the man who raped them get away with it with the full blessings of the law." "I won't get into any arguments with you about what is and isn't justice, Ms. Billings. That's not my job." "How very convenient for you," snarled Rita. "Why was I told to come here today?" "I'm taking Mr. Hergan out on his first relocation interview a little later today," replied Jake. "I thought you might like to accompany us." "I thought that was against WRPA policy, as well as prohibited by the WRPA itself." "It's a guideline, not an absolute prohibition," said Jake. "But that fact is neither generally known nor advertised, since it might cause those considering coming forward and relocation under the program to adversely worry more about the potential for the security of their new lives being unduly comprised. But as an officer of the court, as well as a party to his deal, you are also entitled to audit one of his interviews. All you have to do is ask." Rita smiled broadly. "Then I'm asking. I'll go with you, provided that whoever he's interviewing with is informed that Hergan is a rapist." "That's no problem, Ms. Billings. In fact, Mrs. Duncan, the woman with whom he has the interview, is already fully aware of his alleged criminal activity, as well as his complete previous criminal record. What he's done and been accused of doing didn't seem to bother her in the slightest." "But it should bother her - it should bother her a lot," replied Rita. "That man is very dangerous." "I told her that myself when she called me this morning, asking about the possibility of scheduling him for an interview. She's interviewed several other relocatees for us in the past, but never has she seemed as extremely excited over the phone as she did, when I told her she would be given the first interview with Mr. Hergan." Rita gave agent Losfeld a puzzled look. "Why should she be excited?" But Jake only smiled. * * * * * * * "What the hell is she doing here?" asked Alf suspiciously, as he spotted Rita Billings. "I thought the WRPP performed all of their relocation interviews under the strictest blanket of confidentiality." "Don't worry, Mr. Hergan," replied agent Losfeld. "Everything is totally under control. Ms. Billings is here as both an officer of the court and a representative of the DA's office. As such, she is entitled under the WRPA to accompany us on one, and only one, of your relocation interviews, that is, provided she chooses to do so." "And I've chosen to go on this one," smiled Rita Billings. "What's gonna keep her from blowing my new cover?" asked Alf. "I'm sure you already know she doesn't exactly like me." I'm well aware of her opinions concerning you, Mr. Hergan," replied Jake. "Ms. Billings' oath of office will prevent it. She is bound to serve and uphold the law, Mr. Hergan. Whether she likes you or not is irrelevant. And if that's not enough, then I'm giving you my own personal guarantee that you will be absolutely safe and secure, once you've assumed your new identity." Alf turned back and stared at Rita. "I like the guarantee, but I still don't think I like the idea of her going along with us." "I won't say a word to anyone," replied Rita. "You have my word." "And you really don't have any other options, Mr. Hergan," added agent Losfeld. "Since Ms. Billings has requested she accompany us on this interview, she either goes with us, or I cancel the interview and we don't go at all. That's by the letter of the Witness Relocation and Protection Act." "When you explain it that way, then I guess she's going along." Alf frowned, unhappy at this unexpected development over which he had no control. "The longer I stick around this place, the less likely it will be I'll live to see my next birthday." Rita smiled at Alf's statement, which only made him more unhappy and nervous than he'd been when he'd first seen her in agent Losfeld's office. * * * * * * * It was a peaceful and uneventful, much shorter than expected, ride in the special agency limo to the location Mrs. Duncan had requested for their meeting. All three of them seemed surprised that Al's interview would be held within the spacious grounds of an estate presided over by a huge, almost palatial, four-story manor. At least this place is near the center of the grounds. And it seems to be as far away from the nearby populace as possible, thought Rita. And Alf, not unexpectedly, appeared to like the idea that the manor was situated near the center of several rolling and unoccupied acres. This isn't going to be all that bad, he thought. And this Duncan woman must be really loaded to afford a spread like this. Things should get interesting after I'm relocated here. "Aren't we a little close to town? I would have thought it might be safer for me, if I were located somewhat farther away from the city." "As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Hergan, there is no place far enough away," replied Rita. "If I had my way you'd be a hell of a lot farther away from any city." "Neither of you should concern yourselves with his proximity to the city. If he passes this interview, then it won't matter how close this place is to the city, because his new identity will blend right in with his surroundings. And should he fail the interview, he and I will be moving on, and he won't be staying in this area at all." Both of them stared at Jake for several moments, trying to figure out what he'd meant. Each of them had thought of asking what he meant, but both had decided against it. A well-dressed older woman appeared at the door of the house before coming down to the agency limo. Without saying a word, she indicated they should get out of car in order that they might more easily speak with her. Rita couldn't begin to imagine what someone as obviously well off as her could possibly want with someone like him. If she were this woman, she wouldn't want him anywhere near her. Nor would she want him near anything she considered valuable. But in spite of all of that, agent Losfeld had said this woman had actually initiated the contact leading to this interview. Rita couldn't help but wonder why. "Mrs. Duncan, I presume," smiled Jake. "I'm special field agent Jake Losfeld of the WRPP. This is," indicating Rita, "assistant deputy DA Rita Billings. And this, of course," pointing towards Alf, "is your prospective interviewee candidate, Alf Hergan." Mrs. Duncan looked at Rita with undisguised disdain, almost as if she resented her presence. "Mrs. Duncan, who used to run this place, was my mother-in-law. I am Helena - Madame Helena." Madame? thought Rita. Helena, her eyes never wavering from Alf Hergan, casually walked over to where he stood. She gave him a quick once over, which Alf found quite disturbing. A broad shouldn't be doing that kind of shit to a man, he thought. "Not bad," replied Madame Helena. "He's somewhat better than I'd been led to believe he'd be. People just are seldom what other people think they are. However, he is still a shade on the rough side. That is generally a function of age." Helena turned to Jake Losfeld. "I will need to see what he looked like at a somewhat younger age, agent Losfeld. For starters, let us say around twenty-one years of age." "No problem, Madame Helena," replied the agent, as he made a rapid motion with his hand towards Alf. "Hey I'm starting to feel really peculiar," said Alf. "What the hell is going on!" But as the strange feeling passed, Alf knew he had somehow become twenty-one again. "Hey, Losfeld. This is really great." "You can't be serious about this!" screamed Rita Billings. "Returning his youth to him is too much of a reward for someone like him." "Life can be full of a lot of tough shit, lady," grinned Alf. "You don't see me complaining about being a young man again. Do you?" "Remember, Ms. Billings," said agent Losfeld, "you are here as merely an observer, nothing more. And it is important to remember that Mr. Hergan's interview has only just begun. It is far from over ... and equally far from being definitive at this moment." "His bone structure is fair," remarked Helena, "but it most definitely requires some additional improvements. However, even given the magic your agency has at its command, bone structure such as his is often difficult to improve at his current age." She turned to Jake again. "Reduce his age to fifteen, agent Losfeld." "Of course, Madame Helena." Jake made a simple wave of his hand in Alf's direction. Alf shivered slightly as he felt the magic wash over him once more. Oddly, he felt somewhat disjoint from his body, as he became smaller and younger with several corresponding changes in his appearance. Suddenly, he was more energetic, and felt far better, than he had for the last several years. Even his clothing had rapidly altered under Jake's spell into those consistent with his restored youth. "This is great!" he exclaimed. "It's even better than I ever figured it would be." Rita stared at Alf with stunned disbelief. As she turned to voice her complaints again to Jake, a reproachful look from agent Losfeld made her quickly reconsider. "That is much better, agent Losfeld," smiled Helena. "But he is still not the perfection I would prefer him to be. And he's also still too fat and heavy for my liking. Increase his metabolism, then make him thinner and lighter. And then, I should think, you must reduce his age once again. This time to nine, I think." "As you wish, Madame." "Nine?" questioned Alf. "I sure as hell don't want to be nine years old again." But his objections and complaints fell on deaf ears, as, after another pass of the agent's hand, his body had rapidly resized downwards again. "Damn," swore Alf softly. He couldn't see what he looked like at the moment, but he could tell he was now as skinny as a rail. He couldn't remember ever being so thin before, even when he'd really been nine. But he was beginning to recall how things had been for him at age nine. And Alf, convinced he must look like any other nine-year-old boy, was also certain he was dressed accordingly. Rita smiled at Alf's new situation. Thinking this rapist being regressed in age to a nine-year-old a more appropriate punishment, she felt like laughing aloud, but decided that might be in poor taste. But with little Alf Hergan being a mere lad of nine again, it would likely be quite a while before Alf could rape another woman. Hell, it would be a long time before his body would even feel like having sex of any kind with any woman again. Maybe this relocation business will not be as bad as I'd first thought, smiled Rita. Maybe this time, given this second chance, he'll grow up a much better person. "His body is still being most stubborn," scowled Madame Helena. "One more regression still appears necessary. Make him five years old, agent Losfeld." Alf was livid, as Jake made that now familiar pass of his hand. His newly regressed to five-year-old body quivered with a most unusual combination of anger and fear. This isn't what I bargained for at all, he thought, when I cut that deal with the DA's office. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" screamed Alf, but there was very little conviction behind his five-year-old's voice. Even his anger didn't seem overly convincing. "Losfeld!" he continued to shout. "This interview is over! Change me back right now! I don't want to be a five-year-old boy! And if you don't change me back, I'll hold my breath until I turn blue!" "There is neither need for your histrionics nor an end of this interview ... yet," replied Helena Duncan with a wide smile. "You need not worry about your apparent current age, since I have no intention of leaving you five years old. Five is far too young for what I have in mind for you." Alf sighed with great relief as he heard Ms. Duncan's statement. He was glad, but not really surprised, to hear she needed him to be more than five years old. And now, he was absolutely certain he'd be able to convince her of his greater value to her if he were an adult instead of a child. Jake stared at Alf. "Your interview here does not end until Madame Duncan herself decides it has concluded, Mr. Hergan. And if this interview should be unsuccessful, then you will be completely restored exactly as you were before our arrival." "Okay," said Alf uncertainly. "It'll be okay for now, since she's said she's not going to keep a five years old, and make me grow up all over again." "How cute and innocent you are, young master Hergan," grinned Madame Helena. "However, while I have no great desire to keep you five years old, I also have no intention of leaving you a male either." Helena turned to the WRPP agent. "Losfeld, recast him over into the girl he would have been. Although she will remain five years old for the moment, she should also be imbued with that indefinable little something that lets everyone who sees her know she will a great beauty when she grows to adulthood." "Of course, Ms. Duncan." Jake waved his hand in Alf's direction. Alf shivered slightly. He didn't feel very different than he had a moment earlier, but then he also knew that the differences between girls and boys at five years of age were minimal at best. However, Alf had no doubts he had been physically altered. His hair, although still the same dark color it had always been, was now several inches longer, covering his ears, while not quite reaching the tops of his shoulders. He was also wearing a very frilly pink dress that barely covered the tops of his knees. From his ankles upward to his knees, knee-length socks covered his legs. And, on his small feet, he was wearing shoes just like any other five-year-old girl would be wearing. "She's absolutely adorable," fawned Rita Billings. "I am not," Alf objected. Suddenly, Alf turned pale as a sheet. "My wee-wee is missing!" he exclaimed. "That can't be true, young lady," replied Helena with a smile and a small shake of her head. "Little girls like you don't have wee-wees." Alf stared angrily at Helena for a moment. And then, as best he could manage, he looked over his own newly altered body. "No," he shook his head, feeling the strangeness of his longer hair brushing over his ears and onto his shoulders. "This isn't what I wanted from this at all. Change me back," he groaned in a petulant five-year-old's whiney high-pitched voice. Helena Duncan smiled briefly at Alf, then turned slowly towards Jake. "You do very good work agent Losfeld." "Thank you, ma'am," replied the special field agent. "It is the aim of the WRPP to please all of its potential placement interviewers." "I need to see her," Helena smiled as Alf noticeably bristled at her use of the feminine pronoun in reference to him, "a few years older. Perhaps somewhere early in puberty - let's say in the neighborhood of thirteen or so." "Of course, Madame Helena." Once again, Jake passed his hand in Alf's general direction. Alf's cute little girl body once again shivered noticeably as the magic wielded by agent Losfeld made him grow taller, while also aging from five to thirteen. His hair was now somewhat longer than before - he could feel it resting on his shoulders and back. He now wore a red skirt with a plain pink blouse. His long legs had become bared, as his socks barely covered the tops of his ankles just above his low cut tennis shoes. And his waist felt like it might have constricted and become smaller than before, but he had no way of checking whether that were true or not. But what Alf found most disconcerting about his new adolescent age and altered form was the odd way his blouse chafed his chest as the soft material rubbed across it. And it became even more exasperating for him when he finally determined the source of that irritation. He now possessed twin, although barely visible, nubs, which not only rubbed against his blouse, but ever so slightly pushed it outwards. Alf gasped. "I'm growing titties!" Inexplicably he found his odd situation funny, and he began to giggle ... but only for a moment. "Stop this at once," he demanded. "Do you hear me?" His angry gaze fell on Rita Billings. "Are you laughing at me?" Helena Duncan was soon standing in front of him. "Of course, she's not laughing at you, my dear." She slid her hand under his chin, then gently lifted his face and stared deeply into his eyes. "Very good. Your appearance is quite respectable now, but it really could be even better." She turned to agent Losfeld. "I would like her cheekbones raised slightly higher, her nose should also be smaller - something pert and petite would be ideal. And, of course, she should have light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes." "Certainly." Jake waved his hand in Alf's direction. Alf suddenly felt his face rearranging. Surprisingly, there was no pain involved; his face simply felt like, and seemed as malleable as, putty being reworked into new more aesthetically pleasing shapes. It felt strangely peculiar while his cheekbones shifted subtly higher. And it seemed almost as weird as he perceived his very prominent nose becoming smaller and more inconspicuous than it had ever been in his life. Alf grabbed a handful of his hair. It had grown out several inches longer and, not surprisingly, was now a light silky blond. Although he had no way of verifying it, he knew his eyes were no longer the brown hue they'd always been until now. He couldn't explain why, but everything looked odd and subtly different to him, as even the texture of what he saw now appeared noticeably altered. "This is totally unacceptable to me," said Alf, as forcibly as his adolescent girl's voice could muster. Helena and Jake ignored his demand; there was no authority whatever present in his voice. Besides, Alf had already signed an agreement relinquishing all say in how his interviews would be conducted. As Helena looked across at the assistant DA, Rita could have sworn the older woman smiled at her as if she were a party to some conspiracy. But it only lasted for a moment, and then the look was gone. Helena's attention returned once again to Jake. "Another fine adjustment in her age is now required, agent Losfeld. A progression to, I think, eighteen should provide me with exactly what I need to know." "Eighteen?" muttered Alf, as he absently fumbled at the tiny nubs on his chest. "No! There's no fucking way you're making me eighteen!" "Eighteen," smiled Rita, having observed Alf feeling his chest. "This should be very interesting." Jake said nothing, but, as he had already done several times, passed his hand at Alf. Alf began feeling strange - this time even more peculiar than any of the previous times. Even more pronounced than it had been before, he actually felt his waist contracting inwards on itself. And while his waist became narrower, Alf was certain his hips and ass had somehow become connected to a heavy-duty air pump as they both inflated, and, in Alf's imagination, became full-scale flotation devices. Looking downwards, he discovered he was now wearing a very tight, brown leather mini-skirt and platform shoes with heels. As he began straightening up again, he was visibly stunned. Under the pale pink pullover sweater he now wore, his previously small nubs of adolescent breasts began swelling - with an unimaginable vengeance. "Oh, what the hell!" swore Alf in a decidedly feminine and sexy voice. He stared at Helena and Jake with contempt, as he cupped his newly developed and overly massive mammaries. "You know, these twin babies wouldn't be all that bad, if they were actually on some babe, instead of me. But there's no fucking way I'm gonna agree to stay this way. Change me back, right now!" he demanded. But, just as before, everyone continued to ignore him. Helena Duncan returned Alf's gaze, but it was very clear, even to Alf, that she wasn't finished with his interview. Helena approached Alf again. To his great annoyance she placed a her hand on one of his breasts, then began to examine them more thoroughly than Alf thought proper. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Stop that! These aren't some chunks of meat for you to play with, bitch." "These are not quite large enough for what I require, I should think," said Helena. Alf's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Your breasts, at present 38C would be adequate for most work, but, for my needs and to meet my requirements, 40D should be much better. She nodded at Jake, who nodded back, before gesturing with his hand towards Alf. Once again, Alf could feel his breasts expanding. Although it still felt really peculiar to him having these huge breasts hanging from his chest, they had also begun to feel rather nice, almost as if they belonged there. His pullover sweater strained for several minutes against the increasing stresses and forces exerted on it by his expanding breasts. But as his breasts stopped inflating, his sweater suddenly and unexpectedly readjusted to their newly increased sizes to fit them perfectly once again. Alf felt his enlarged breasts, and frowned. They were too big before, he thought, but right now I feel positively bloated. "Excellent, Mr. Losfeld," said Madame Helena. "But she still needs to be a little older. Eighteen is just too young, and her being here and that young could cause us several problems I'd rather avoid. Make her twenty-two." Jake gestured with his hand again. "All you need do is ask." Once again Alf began feeling peculiar. Although he knew he'd been transformed again, he could tell he'd remained the same height, as well as retained the same weight and curvy figure, he'd been given previously. However, from the increased weight pulling on his scalp and the ticklish feel of it swaying back and forth across the top of his ass, he deduced his hair had grown out several additional feet in length. In addition, he also had to brush his silky new blonde bangs away from in front of his face. But Alf was glad about one thing - his already more than overly ample breasts hadn't become even more ample this time. Helena casually placed one of her hands on one of Alf's breasts. As she waited for his reaction, she began lightly caressing it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Alf. "Stop that, right now!" he exclaimed. "What the hell do you think these are? Some overripe melons in need of squeezing." "That is an insolent and unacceptable attitude, young lady," snapped Helena. "By now, even you must realize they are not nearly as sensitive as they should be." Once again, Helena turned to agent Losfeld. "Make her breasts three times as sensitive to the touch as they are now. And then enlarge her breasts from 40D to 44DD, making certain her frame and musculature are physically readjusted so she will never suffer from backaches or pains." "Now wait one damn minute!" exclaimed Alf. "You can't do that!" But even as he objected, he felt the now familiar sensation of his breasts swelling larger. Suddenly, he gasped as the material of his pullover sweater became soft and silky before swiftly reforming into a low cut sleeveless top that revealed far more of his bountiful cleavage than he would have never willingly displayed. And as the newly silken material rubbed softly against his breasts, he felt ashamed of his swiftly increasing sexual arousal. Helena smiled as she slid her hand under Alf's silken top, and once again began gently caressing his breasts. But this time, even had Alf wanted to object or complain - something he definitely did not want to do just then- about what Helena was doing to him, he couldn't have spoken a single word. He was too caught up in the new erotically charged sensations flowing through his body, not to mention the nearly uncontrollable release of emotions he'd never known he'd possessed. "Please don't stop," he moaned, as Helena stepped back. She turned to special agent Losfeld. "She's acceptable to me now." "But ... I ... don't ... want ... to ... be ... a ... girl," Alf half whispered, as he'd just that very moment discovered he could caress his own breasts and bring himself to fever pitch nearly as good as Helena's mere touch had made him feel. "She'll need a new name." "And I've selected one I think will be perfect for her," replied Madame Helena. "Henceforth she shall be known as Taffy." Helena smiled. "Taffy Terwilliger." Taffy, thought Rita, as a small smile crossed her lips. How very appropriate for someone like him. With great effort Taffy Terwilliger - no would ever think of him as Alf Hergan again - managed to stop caressing his breasts. "But I thought this was supposed to be my interview," he said, his hand resting lightly on his hip. "I haven't even been allowed to ask any questions yet. Not only that, but over the past several minutes I've been through more alterations than a cheap poorly made suit." Taffy glared at Jake. "All she has to do is say something to you about making some new change in me, and you wave your hand in front of my face. Before I know what's going on ... poof ... I'm someone else. This isn't very fair at all, you know." Taffy turned to Helena. "What the hell do you mean I'm acceptable? Acceptable for what, looking like this? And when do I get to ask you some questions during this interview of mine?" Rita and Helena exchanged knowing smiles. Alf could tell they knew something he should know, but obviously didn't. He began wondering if he should have paid more attention in those meetings the DA's office had arranged for him with the WRPP last week. "As you agreed to last week, you have no choices to make in this interview. Nor do you have any questions that need of being asked, Miss Terwilliger. It was determined in the earliest days of the WRPP that those interviewees given even the slightest input into their own relocation placement tended to be discovered at an alarming frequency. Since we've made that one small policy change years ago, the rate of relocatee rediscovery has been less than negligible. As I told you earlier, you will quite safe in your new identity Miss Terwilliger." Taffy began to sob. "But I'm not ... I don't want ..." Rita quickly went over and put her arm around Taffy to comfort him, which was something she had never imagined she would ever consider doing with someone like him. But Taffy seemed so vulnerable now. "As I now witness, this interview has been lawfully held and now completed as prescribed under the aegis of the Witness Relocation and Protection Act. Under the terms of the application for participation in the WRPP, both agreed to and signed by Alf Hergan for both himself and any and all subsequent identities established as a direct result of said active participation in any of the program's selection interview processes, I do hereby declare that you, Taffy Terwilliger, have now been duly placed forthwith." "But Mr. Losfeld, ..." whined a petulant Taffy Terwilliger. "You shouldn't disturb Mr. Losfeld right now, Taffy," said Rita. "But if you need a good cry, just go ahead and cry on my shoulder. Agent Losfeld and Madame Helena only need a few more minutes to complete and sign the final paperwork of your relocation." "But I really don't wanna be a girl," complained Taffy. But without consciously thinking about what he was doing, Taffy began fingering his breasts again, even as she continued clinging to Rita. As near as they were to each other, it wasn't long before the scope of Taffy's gentle caressings enlarged to include Rita's breasts as well. Who would have imagined I'd be doing this with him? thought Rita. "All that's left is the final fail-safe spell, and ..." Suddenly there was a nearly blinding flash of light. And startled by its intensity, Taffy instinctively clutched even tighter to Rita Billings. But as the light faded away, Taffy suddenly stepped back and angrily glared at Rita. "What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch?" she asked contemptuously, pulling away even further from Rita. She turned towards Helena. "Didn't I tell you when you hired me, Madame Helena, that I will absolutely not do other girls." She pointed an accusing finger at Rita. "If that fool wants another girl to fool around with, then find her one of the others who's interested in other girls." What a stupid cow, thought Rita. That's the last time I try helping out some brazen over-developed bimbo whore. Taffy suddenly turned her attentions, and her many charms, towards Jake, a wide grin rapidly spreading across her face. "But, on the other hand, there's you. And you're exceptionally cute, but you must already that. Are you here to find your enjoyment with me? And if not, then why the hell not, stud? I sure as hell would never mind spending some major quality time _alone_ with you." THE END