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The Bitch By Morpheus Corey nearly cringing as his Dad stared intently at him, intently wishing that his Dad had been home from work even later than he already was. Then his father might have been in an even worse mood but he probably would have been too tired to give Corey much shit about the black eye that decorated his face. "How many times have I told you not to be fighting?" Corey's Dad growled. "Yet you still go out looking for fights." "But Dad..." Corey tried to protest, "It wasn't my fault. They attacked me." "Quiet!" His Dad snapped angrily, "I don't want to hear any excuses. I specifically told t you no fighting, but you went ahead anyway." "But..." Corey tried protesting again. However, before Corey could explain that two of his schools bullies had jumped him without warning, his father once again snapped, "Enough. I don't want to hear another word out of you mister! You're grounded for two weeks." Corey gasped in horror. And he had a date the next night with Andrea Bell. He'd been trying for over a month to get her to go out with him and now he was grounded. "That's not fair!" He snapped back at his father angrily, "It wasn't my fault." "Three weeks!" his Dad said angrily. "From now on, maybe you'll learn to follow my orders." Corey stared back at his Dad angrily, but refused to look him in the eyes. It always came down to this. Always. Every single time something happened, his Dad refused to even listen to him. He wouldn't even listen to Corey's side of the story. The fact that Corey was just defending himself, or even getting his own ass kicked was completely irrelevant. It all came down to the fact that his Dad was the 'king of the castle' and what he said went, much to Corey's continual disgust. Finally, Corey just turned and went up to his room, knowing that any further argument was not only useless but would get him in even more trouble. When he was safe in his own room, Corey jumped onto his bed, muttering "It's not fair." But it wasn't the first time, and Corey knew that it wouldn't be the last. At least when he'd told his Mom that he'd walked into a wall, she let the matter drop. But not his Dad. Instead, his Dad just used that as another opportunity to prove who was the boss. Corey sighed and thought about Andrea and how now he'd have to break their date. Of course, he knew that doing that would ensure that he'd never get another date with her again. And he'd worked so hard to wear her down and get her to agree too. "Bastard!" Corey growled to no one in particular, rubbing at the tender spot around his eye, unsure if he was even referring to the boy that had given him the black eye or his father. It didn't really matter though, he decided. He didn't like any of them. After awhile, Corey had calmed down, though not completely. He was still angry at not even being given a chance to defend himself, either by his attackers or his own father. And he wasn't sure which hurt worse. Grimacing to himself, Corey touched his cheek again, wondering just how bad his shiner had gotten. Then with a sigh, he decided to go find out. When Corey had gotten into the bathroom, he checked his face in the mirror, seeing that his black eye wasn't quite as bad as he'd feared, though it did make his 15 year old face look even younger and more vulnerable. Not the sort of thing that he'd want to show a girl on a date. "Maybe I can talk Andrea into another date." Corey mused aloud, knowing that it wasn't very likely. In fact, the only thing that he could really think of would be sneaking out of the house for his date anyway, but he rather doubted he'd get away with it. His Dad would kill him if he was caught. But those fears didn't stop Corey from considering it. Corey forced a smile then pulled his light brown hair back away from his eyes, wondering if maybe his parents were right and it was about time for a haircut. After considering that for a moment, Corey shook his head, "Nah." Leaving the bathroom, Corey started down the hall, then stopped when he heard his parents voices. Listening closely, he heard his Dad complaining about work again. "And then, after that," Corey's Dad grumbled, "she stuck me with two hours worth of extra work at the last minute, making me stay late AGAIN. And she did it just to screw with me." "How could she do that?" Corey's Mom asked sympathetically. Corey just grinned, glad that at least someone was able to annoy his Dad, though he wished his father wouldn't take the frustration out on him. Then he chuckled viciously as his Dad growled, "And the bitch is probably going to find something new tomorrow." After listening for a minute more, Corey shrugged and went back to his room, feeling at least a little bit better. ------------------------ The next morning, Corey grimaced as he went about getting ready for school. The fact that his Dad still hadn't left for work and was sitting at the table sipping coffee didn't make Corey's mood any better. The very sight of him only reminded Corey of the events from the day before, and that he was going to miss out on his date. After awhile, Corey took a deep breath, glancing at the clock and seeing that he only had a few more minutes before he had to head out for school. He frowned, seeing that his Dad was relaxed and knowing that now would likely be the last chance he'd have. "Um....Dad?" Corey hesitantly asked, "I had a big date tonight and was wondering if you could hold off on my grounding, just for tonight?" He took another breath then pleaded. "It's important to me. I've got to go." His Dad snorted, barely even glancing up from the newspaper he was reading when he answered "No." "But why not?" Corey asked, trying to sound calm and reasonable. At this, his Dad looked up and scowled, beginning to look very annoyed. "Because I said so," he snapped, "and I'm the boss." Corey gasped, trying to think of something that might convince his Dad of how important this was and make him change his mind, but before Corey could come up with anything, his Dad added, "Now get your ass moving boy. If you're late for school, you'll definitely regret it." Corey stared at his Dad in angry disbelief. Once again he'd been brushed off without being listened to. "If that's the way it's going to be..." he muttered to himself, turning and hurrying out the door before he lost his temper and said something that would really get him in trouble. After all, it seemed like lately that was not very difficult to do. Once Corey was safely outside, he slowed down as he walked towards the bus stop, still burning with anger. He grimaced, clenching his fists tight and muttering "Fucking bastard. What right does he have to do that to me?" Corey snorted, knowing that it was useless to argue or fight back. His Dad always won. It was the rules of the house. Even if he was absolutely wrong and Corey could prove it, his Dad was always right. And unfortunately, his Mom just stood back and might as well not even have been there. "Damn!" Corey growled, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk and watching it skip along. Then he noticed something shiny on the sidewalk next to where the rock stopped. Curious about what it was, Corey bent over, seeing that it was some sort of coin that looked like it was made of gold or something similar and was about the same size as a silver dollar. He picked it up and stared at it, seeing that one side of the coin had a picture of a lamp. The sort that Genie's were supposed to come in. When Corey flipped it over, he noticed the writing on the other side that read "Token. Good for 1 wish." For a moment, Corey almost smiled, deciding that he'd found some sort of novelty or toy, then he sarcastically muttered "Yeah, right." Corey sneered, clutching the coin tightly in his hand as he continued walking to his bus stop. Somehow, just clenching the thing tightly made him feel a little better, though not much. When Corey got to his bus stop a minute later, he saw that he was once again going to be the only person picked up, which suited him just fine since he didn't want to deal with anyone else at the moment. Not with the mood he was in. Glaring at a tree across the street, almost as if it were the one responsible for everything, Corey thought about his recent bad luck and grew even angrier. During the recent school year, several of the kids had taken a severe disliking to him, no doubt due to the fact that he'd insulted one of their friends. However they took that as the perfect excuse to make his life miserable, often outnumbering him and beating him up. And his father always seemed to assume that it was his fault. That he somehow asked to be beaten up or that he was the one picking the fights. But of course the fights were nothing compared to losing his date with Andrea. Or even worse, the way his own Dad treated him. Corey grew even angrier as he remembered how his Dad had treated him the night before. How he'd refused to even listen to a single word that Corey had said. Time and time again it happened. "Grounded for three weeks because I get beat up." Corey growled to himself. "I can't believe it." And then of course, there was what had just happened. "Because I said so." Corey mocked. "Because I'm the boss." Corey glanced down at his hand, remembering the token that it held and muttered, "Well, I wish I was the boss. That I could order him around. Then I'd show him." For a moment, Corey was so focused on his anger that he didn't notice the warmth in his hand. Then when he became aware of it, he opened his hand and stared at the token in amazement. It was glowing, and was very warm against his skin, almost hot enough to burn him, but not quite. Corey just gasped, his anger forgotten for the moment as he stared at the thing, half tempted to drop the coin but almost unable to. Then suddenly, the glow grew stronger and the coin itself seemed to vanish, being replaced by a brilliant light that exploded from Corey's hand, leaving him blind and confused as reality seemed to drop out from underneath him. -------------------- Corey gasped and stared around him, confused and disoriented. One moment he was standing at the bus stop, then suddenly everything changed. Now, he was more than a little startled to see that he was in some kind of room. And from the look of it, and the large desk in front of him, it only took Corey a few seconds to realize that he was in some sort of office. "What the hell?" Corey whispered as he stood up from the chair he'd found himself on, then noticing something else that was odd. Something even odder than finding himself in the strange office. His entire body felt wrong. Very wrong. And it only took one glance down for Corey to see why. "Oh my god." he gasped, staring at not only the unfamiliar gray suit that he was wearing, but at the way the front of it pushed out. Gulping, Corey looked down at himself, his sinking feeling getting even worse as he did so. It didn't take a genius to realize he was not only in the wrong clothes, but from the looks of it, the wrong body as well. Suddenly remembering the coin, and what he'd been thinking aloud while holding it, Corey gasped again. "It can't be real." But he knew that it was. There was no doubt that something had definitely happened and that the coin was responsible. Staring at his very feminine looking hands and the perfect red nails done up in a French manicure, Corey whispered, "I've been turned into a girl." He gulped then glanced down again, looking past the swellings on his chest to the dark gray skirt that cut off just above his knees and then past the nylons that covered his legs to the professional but sexy looking pair of black high heels that he was wearing. "Oh boy." Corey added as an afterthought. For nearly a minute, Corey stood where he was without moving, just staring at himself in disbelief and shock. Then he glanced around the office again, this time trying to see if there was anything that might tell him exactly where he was or why. Corey smiled faintly as he noticed a mirror on one wall and slowly started walking towards it, not even noticing that he felt perfectly comfortable walking in the high heels. As soon as Corey could see himself in the mirror, he fought back the urge to gasp again. The woman who looked back had red hair, pulled back into a professional looking bun and was wearing ear rings that dangled only slightly. Her makeup was very tastefully done, making her look professional, but at the same time, extremely attractive. Corey licked his lips nervously, tasting the lipstick that covered them and staring at the brilliant green eyes that looked back, guessing that the woman in the mirror was in her late twenties. And from what he'd already seen from glancing over himself, she seemed to have a very attractive body, dressed in a gray business suit which like her makeup, helped make her look both professional and gorgeous at the same time. "Unbelievable." Corey said, stunned and trying to make sense of what had happened. He stared at his reflection again, having a strange feeling of recognition. But ignoring that, Corey opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, noticing as he did so that even his teeth were completely different. While his own had been slightly crooked, his new ones seemed to be perfect. After Corey was done looking at his teeth, he examined the rest of his face again, still getting the feeling that he knew this woman from somewhere, though he couldn't place exactly where. The sense of familiarity grew stronger though Corey didn't have a name to go with the face. Then suddenly the name came to him. "Meredith Brooks." Corey whispered, knowing for a fact that this was the right name. It only took him a moment longer to remember that it was the same name as his Dad's boss. "Oh my..." Corey whispered in realization, now knowing why that strange token had done this to him. He'd said something about wanting to boss his Dad around, and now he had become the boss. Then Corey smiled faintly as he remembered that this was the same woman that his Dad always called a bitch. Stepping back from the mirror, Corey leaned against the desk, trying to make some sense of everything that had happened to him and everything that he was feeling. But then his thoughts were disturbed by a hesitant knocking on the door. "Yyy..yes?" Corey said aloud, nervously wondering who it could be and if they would notice that something was wrong. The door opened and a very pretty blonde woman in her early twenties came in, looking rather nervous herself. "Here's the coffee you asked for a little while ago Ms Brooks." the blonde said, carefully holding out a cup, "I'm sorry it took so long to make." Corey looked at the woman for a moment, carefully taking the cup in his hand and trying not to spill it. "Um....that's all right....." Corey gulped, wondering who she was. Then suddenly the answer came to him. The woman was Meredith's secretary, Anne Clark. "Thank you Anne." Corey told her, relieved as the secretary quickly turned and left. "How did I know her name?" Corey asked himself in surprise, staring at the closed door as he tried to figure it out. While Corey was thinking, he couldn't help but noticing the smell from the coffee that was still in his hand. Oddly enough, it smelled good. Corey frowned and slowly raised the cup, taking a cautious sniff. It wasn't his imagination, he realized almost in surprise. It did smell good. Since his curiosity had gotten the best of him, Corey took a careful sip and was pleased that the coffee did taste good. At least as good as it smelled, which he thought was even odder since he'd never liked the stuff before. Corey frowned slightly then went and sat back into the large chair behind the desk that he'd originally found himself in. Trying to make himself comfortable, Corey crossed his legs in a very feminine manner without even thinking about it then started sipping at the coffee again. Once he was comfortable, Corey looked at the various papers that covered the desk, trying to figure out what they were all for. They were all filled with lots of numbers and technical words, obviously reports on various things in the company. Corey guessed that Meredith's job as a vice president was full of things like that, though how she did it he didn't know. It all looked like a confusing mess to him. Then taking a second look at the papers, Corey concentrated and tried to make some sense out of them, smiling faintly to himself as understanding dawned on him. They were actually very easy to understand once he figured them out. Corey was feeling rather proud of himself as he read through them all. However, it didn't take Corey long to realize that he was understanding them a lot more than he should. Whereas they'd made absolutely no sense to him before, now he was not only having no problems understanding the reports, but he realized that he even knew things about the projects that weren't in the reports. "Just like Anne's name." Corey mused aloud, surprised that he was somehow knowing things that he shouldn't. He looked down at his manicured nails that were holding one of the reports and smiled faintly. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised at other odd things." Corey leaned back, taking another sip of the coffee thinking about all the reports on the desk in front of him. He smiled faintly, thinking that even though Meredith got her position through ruthless ambition, blackmail, and even the occasional sexual favor, she definitely knew how to do it right. Then Corey's smile turned into a frown as he realized what he'd been thinking. About what he suddenly knew. And the more he thought about it, the easier it was for him to 'remember' those incidents. Not as easily or as clearly as if they'd been his own memories, but he could still remember them. "Oh my." he whispered again. "So much for not being surprised." Taking a deep breath, Corey forced himself to calm down, finding it much easier than he would have expected. He knew what had caused him to change and why, but he still didn't know when he'd change back to normal, or if he even would. While Corey was trying to calmly think things through, the phone on the desk started to ring. For a moment Corey just stared at it, noticing one of the buttons on the front flashing. Then with a slight shrug, Corey picked it up and automatically answered "Yes Anne?" Anne's voice came from the other end, saying "Sorry to disturb you Ms. Brooks, but you told me to remind you about the meeting in ten minutes." "Thank you Anne." Corey told her, hanging up the phone and frowning thoughtfully. He didn't know how long he was going to be stuck like that, but he did know that he'd probably have to carry on as Meredith until they changed back. And with what had been happening so far, Corey had a feeling that it might not be as difficult as he'd expect. Corey sighed as he got up and absently adjusted his suit and skirt then picked up several of the reports from the desk, somehow knowing just which ones he'd need. He felt somewhat nervous, taking a deep breath then opening the door and walking out. Corey gave a faint half nod to Anne, trying not to let his discomfort show as he started in the direction where he knew the meeting would be held. As Corey walked down the hallways, instinctively turning every once in a while, he saw that some people were quickly jumping out of his way while others were even dodging into open doorways at the sight of him, all pretending when they did so that they didn't notice him. Corey smiled faintly with amusement, wondering why that was. Was Meredith really that bad? At the same time, Corey noticed that when he looked at a lot of the people, their names would suddenly pop into his head. And with just a little effort, he was able to 'remember' other things about them as well. Corey thought that it was rather odd but at the same time he began to almost get a faint thrill out of the sudden knowledge, not to mention the fact that all these grown-ups seemed almost afraid of him. Several minutes later, Corey had found the meeting room without any problems, thanks to the knowledge that he'd somehow picked up with his new body. He felt a little uncomfortable as he sat down in the seat that he 'knew' was Meredith's and waited for the rest of the executives to arrive and the meeting to begin. Fortunately he didn't have to wait too long, though he spent the time watching as the other people came in and trying to figure out exactly who they all were. Once the meeting started, Corey silently watched as the others stood up one by one to give their reports, no longer even surprised that he was able to understand them. Then after awhile, one balding man looked at Corey oddly, asking "Is there something wrong Ms. Brooks. You've been unusually quiet today." Corey gulped, looking at the man who'd asked him the question, Alexander Ross. He saw that a couple of the others were looking at him curiously as well, while others only seemed fairly relieved. Then giving a faint smile, Corey answered, "I've just been considering some reports I received this morning." The others around the table all nodded understandingly at that while Corey sighed in relief. Then Ben McCormick who'd been heading the meeting gave a look of irritation. "Please try to keep your mind on the business at hand." he directed. "We're ready for your report now Ms. Brooks." In spite of the sudden nervousness that shot through him, Corey didn't let any of it show. With a surprising ease that wasn't like him, Corey stood up and moved to the front of the room to begin his portion of the briefing. As he went through it, the words coming to him when he needed them, he grew more confident and comfortable with his ability to carry off the impersonation. There he was, giving a speech in a room full of successful businessmen and women, and not one of them suspected that he wasn't the real Meredith Brooks. By the time he had finished and sat back down, Corey was beaming inside, filled with a new self- confidence. When the meeting was finally over, Corey left the room along with everyone else, feeling a little frustrated over having spent nearly two hours sitting around doing nothing but listening to reports, most of which didn't effect him.....Meredith in any way. It was with a bit of relief that he started back down the halls towards the office, at least until he suddenly 'remembered' that he had to do an office review. That one of the things on Meredith's schedule was to go and do a daily walk- through on all the offices underneath her. Corey groaned at that, already feeling a little tired and irritated from the meeting. "Can't I just get back to normal?" He asked himself under his breath. Then Corey suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall, his eyes going wide as he remembered something else. Corey's lips curled into an evil smile which caused several of the office workers passing by to suddenly find something to do elsewhere as he remembered that one of those offices that he had to review was his Dad's. "Ooh" he thought to himself as he started to storm down the hall again with a renewed sense of purpose and confidence, "Now this is going to be fun." As soon as Corey arrived at his Dad's office, he paused for a second and wondered if he really wanted to go ahead with what he'd been thinking. It wasn't right. In fact, Corey knew that it was nothing more than a petty revenge for all the cruel things his Dad had done to him, but that didn't bother Corey too much. After a moment, he made up his mind and smiled evilly in anticipation then went in. Corey stormed into the office, barely glancing at the half dozen men and women that he saw at their desks. His eyes were only locked onto the desk in the corner with the name plate that read Tom Berkley, and the man behind it. His Dad's desk, and his Dad. "Mr. Berkley." Corey said in a cold voice that came almost naturally, "Where is that report that I asked you for last night?" Corey's Dad stared up at him, a look of nervousness was clearly visible on his face. "Bbb....but Ms. Brooks, I.....I left the report on your desk after I finished it." Then with sneer, Corey snapped back, "This rubbish?" He tossed it onto the desk in front of his Dad. "This is utterly useless. Garbage. Redo it. I want it rewritten correctly this time, and I want it by the end of the day." Corey gave him a cold hard stare, loving the fact that his Dad looked away first, unwilling to meet his eyes. It gave him such a feeling of power. Of satisfaction. "Is that understood Mr. Berkley?" Corey added, getting a resigned nod in response. Corey glared at his Dad for a moment longer then turned and walked away, trying to keep from laughing aloud. He'd done it. He'd finally been able to beat his Dad....to win. And what made it especially good was not only the fact that he'd had to work late the night before to finish that report, and it was done right. But Corey knew very well that this hadn't stopped Meredith from doing exactly the same thing in the past. Corey glanced back at his Dad and frowned again. Even though he'd managed to get his Dad this once, it still didn't erase all those times he'd been punished, humiliated and ignored without reason. No, it still wasn't enough, but it was a beginning. A good beginning. Since Corey had finished with his first office review, he felt a little better, but he wasn't looking forward to having to do the rest of them as well. After all, none of the other offices could give him anywhere near the satisfaction his Dad's had. After reviewing the rest of the offices, Corey was beginning to feel very annoyed. It was a lot more work than he would have expected, even though he did know how to do it. But it was just that. Work and responsibility. People kept running up to him and asking for his decisions on things and he had to keep finding mistakes in the offices and try getting them fixed. He'd barely managed to catch one error with a decimal point that would have cost the company over $10,000, and he was the one that would have been held responsible of the real Meredith didn't come back. By the time he returned to his own office, he was more than ready for a break. "Finally." Corey sighed as he sat back down behind the desk that he'd already started to think of as his. "I can't believe that idiot Marcus tried to slip that pumped up bill past me." He growled to himself, remembering that he'd actually fired Marcus on the spot. As thrilling as the ability to do that to someone was, the fact that someone had tried to make a fool of him and nearly succeeded dampened his enthusiasm. Especially since the guys attempt at fraud could have gotten Corey into a lot of trouble. But before Corey could even relax, the phone on his desk started ringing. He groaned silently as he picked it up, seeing from the light that it was from Anne again. "Yes Anne?" He answered briskly. "Um.....Sorry Ms. Brooks," Anne apologized nervously from the other end, but some more reports came in while you were out. Shall I bring them in?" Corey sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "All right." he told her, "Bring them in to me." Then he added, "And bring me a cup of coffee." With that he hung the phone up and waited for Anne. It didn't take very long before the blonde secretary came in, apologizing again as she set her deliveries down on the desk then rushed back out, almost as if half afraid of Corey. He barely noticed her though, focused instead on the new stack of paperwork and the cup of coffee. Feeling extremely grumpy and irritated, Corey picked up one of the folders, then tossed it back on the table in disgust. "Just great." he muttered to himself. He leaned back in the chair staring at his desktop. Then without thinking about what he was doing, Corey absently opened up one of the desk drawers and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that was hidden there. He didn't even think about it as he pulled one out and held it up to his lips, then lit it with the lighter he'd also found in the drawer. It wasn't until after Corey had taken a deep drag from the cigarette then blown the smoke back out in a very feminine manner that he realized something was odd. But even then it took him a moment to realize what it was. That he'd never smoked before in his life but was now doing so as if it was second nature. "Oh my." was all Corey said, staring at the cigarette between his fingers. Then he shrugged and took another drag from it, enjoying the taste and the way it was helping him relax. Maybe smoking wasn't such a bad habit after all, he thought to himself with some amusement. After all, he certainly was enjoying it at the moment. Then Corey smiled faintly as he realized that smoking in the building was against company policy, but he didn't care. It was his office and he could damn well smoke where he pleased. Corey was still feeling a little smug as he pulled out the ash tray that had also been hidden in the drawer, knowing that this was something Meredith did all the time. Once Corey had finished with his cigarette, he returned to his work, feeling a little more relaxed. He spent the next several hours at Meredith's job, his for the moment. Corey wasn't particularly thrilled by the paperwork, but he did get a charge from the fact that he was in charge of a bunch of people. Even if most of them did seem to be idiots to him. For lunch, Corey went to an expensive restaurant with several other company bigwigs and was somewhat amused when he noticed the way that some of the men in the restaurant were watching him. It made him feel a little strange. Sort of disgusted but thrilled at the same time, which was especially odd for Corey since he knew exactly what they were thinking. He just smiled faintly, not letting any of his watchers think that he noticed them at all while he went about his lunch. However before he was finished at the restaurant, Corey looked at the rather pretty woman in her mid to late thirties who had been their waitress. The whole time she'd been serving them, Corey had gotten more and more annoyed with her. He couldn't say what it was about it, but for some reason he'd just taken an instant dislike to her. Then as they were paying their bill, Corey wouldn't resist the urge any longer. "Too bad the service wasn't worth a tip." He sighed as if he was truly sorry, seeing the look of disappointment on the woman's face and somehow feeling both guilty and predatory at the same time. Ross shook his head slightly then set the payment on the table, along with a healthy tip. Corey frowned slightly at that, feeling annoyed for some reason. Then with a shrug, he was about to say that she could certainly use the charity to buy herself a nose job, when he suddenly froze. Corey gulped, wondering why he was feeling so....bitchy. He glanced at the waitress a little guiltily though didn't bother to apologize. After all, she was still just a waitress. He snorted faintly in disdain and went back to the office with the others. Once back at the office, Corey immediately went back to work, throwing himself into his new job, trying to forget how he'd almost lost control of himself in the restaurant. He'd never been rude and insulting like that, not to anyone, but he still couldn't help himself. And what had made it worse was that the very act of doing so had made him feel better. More important. Soon though he lost himself in the paperwork, letting himself forget about the small incident in the restaurant. After all, he reminded himself, it was only one small incident, and with a waitress at that. What was there to be worried about? Corey sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen thoughtfully, smiling faintly at the look on his Dad's face just a short while earlier when he'd dropped another load of work on him. It had been priceless. Just then, Anne's voice cried out from the other room, "You can't go in there! You don't have an appointment!" Then suddenly the office door swung open and Corey was startled to see someone storm in with an angry look on his face. Corey stared at the teenage boy for a moment in confusion, knowing that he looked very familiar but unable to place where. Then his eyes went wide as he recognized his own face. "Oh my." Corey whispered to himself in surprise. "Give me back my body!" the other Corey demanded. Corey stared at the boy, finding it rather hard to feel intimidated by him in spite of his threatening manner. He just seemed so....childish. Like he was throwing a temper tantrum. But before Could say anything, Anne came through the door, looked scared but determined at the same time. "I'm sorry Ms. Brooks," Anne said apologetically, "but I couldn't stop him. Do you want me to call security?" For a brief second Corey considered doing just that, then he shook his head. "No Anne. I'll deal with this. Just close the door." Anne looked a little confused but did as she was told with a "Yes ma'am", leaving Corey alone with the other Corey. After a moment's silence, Corey said "Meredith I presume." The real Meredith nodded her head, looking very mad. "Give me back my body. I was forced to go and spend the whole day at your school, even getting beat up by bullies." Then she threatened, "If you don't give me back my body, I'll.....Ill..." "You'll what?" Corey couldn't resist asking, not feeling in the least impressed. Meredith's.....Corey's old face turned bright red. "I'll make you sorry" she threatened again. Corey only sneered slightly, staying behind the desk and almost feeling amused. Then after a moment of uncomfortable silence, Meredith changed tactics. "Please give me back my body." She looked almost as if she was going to cry, which made Corey almost begin to get disgusted. "Please. How did this happen? This kind of thing can't happen." Corey frowned thoughtfully, thinking about the strange token that he'd found. The token that had obviously caused their exchange of bodies. It had said that it was good for one wish, and Corey knew very well that it had already been used. If Meredith didn't have the token, then that meant it must really have disappeared when it was used. That it hadn't been his imagination. If that was the case, he didn't know how to change them back. Finally, Corey lied, "I don't know. I suddenly found myself in this office," then he gestured down at himself, "like this." After all, Corey decided, he didn't need to tell her that he was the one responsible, even if he didn't realize it at the time. Meredith shook her head, "No. It can't be. You have to know how we can change back." She started to look angry again, "Give me back my body or I'll make you. I'll tell everyone that you're a fake. I'll....." Beginning to get annoyed himself, Corey snapped, "You'll what? You'll tell everyone that you're really a woman trapped in a little boy's body? Do you really think that anyone will believe you? That you won't be put in psychiatric care? You said it yourself, this kind of thing just doesn't happen." Meredith gasped. "I'll find a way." She didn't sound very certain though. Fear was visible in her eyes. At that, Corey gave a predatory grin, sensing her weakness. "You'll do no such thing. If you say a word to anyone, you'll be the one in trouble. And if you do anything to cause me trouble....." Corey sneered threateningly. He glared at her, knowing that he didn't have any idea if it would wear off or not, but he was beginning to suspect that it wouldn't. "I can make your life a living hell." he finished up. Once again, Meredith paled then took a step backwards, looking very intimidated. "But....how...?" Corey smiled evilly, knowing all too well how he could not only make her live a living hell, but enjoy himself doing it. After all, she'd inadvertently done it to him countless times. "Quite simple, really." Corey said smoothly, "Shit rolls down hill." When she looked at him uncomprehensively, Corey added, "Surely you have access to my knowledge, just as I do yours." She nodded faintly then Corey continued, "Then you know how my....YOUR Dad treated me." Meredith got a look of concentration on her face, then she gasped, looking even more nervous. "Oh my." she said simply, looking very pale. "But what does that have to do with it?" Still smiling wickedly, Corey said, "I can make his life a living hell here, and he'll take his frustration out at home. On the same person that he always has." Meredith paled even further, though Corey would have doubted that was even possible a moment earlier. "And just imagine how much worse it would be if I fired him." Once again Meredith gasped, looking at Corey with a renewed terror. "You wouldn't....." She whispered. "Wouldn't I?" Corey answered in a cold cruel voice that was not uncommon coming from Meredith's body. "You bitch!" Meredith gasped. Corey just smiled as if she'd complimented him. Then in a calm controlled voice, Corey told her, "I don't know how we got in this situation, and I don't know if we'll ever get back to normal." He paused and gave Meredith a calm look then continued, "Do you really think I want to be stuck as a woman?" Meredith looked a little unsure at that but was still listening. "But we seem to be stuck like this, so get used to it." Once again Meredith gasped, which Corey was beginning to get annoyed by. "Now I've got work to do, so please leave MY office." Corey smiled evilly at Meredith once more, loving the terrified look on her face, "If you're now out of here in a minute, I'm calling security. And if I ever see you here again, I will not only call security but will make your life so miserable that you'll wish you were dead. Now goodbye...Corey." "All right." Meredith whispered, "You win." She looked afraid and very nervous but she turned and left. Corey even heard her mutter "Bitch." under her breath. Once Meredith was gone and the door was closed once again, Corey leaned back in his chair and chuckled to himself. He loved the look on her face, the fact that she was practically cowering from him. It gave him such a feeling of power. Of control. For the first time in his life, he was the one in control and he relished every moment of it. Corey pulled out a cigarette, holding it very femininely in his hand as he lit it, took a drag and blew the smoke out to the side. He smiled in satisfaction, deciding that maybe his new life really wouldn't be so bad. He had a fantastic job with lots of power and influence. It gave him the perfect way to finally get even with his Dad. To turn the tables. Of course he wouldn't really fire him like he'd told Meredith, not when it was so much funner to keep him right there. For a moment Corey just thought about his Dad, then frowned. It just didn't feel right at all to think of him as "Dad" anymore. Not in the least. After all, how could he possibly consider that spineless worm to be his father. Corey smiled faintly to himself, resolving that Tom still wasn't going to get away easily. Not at all. Then he took another drag from the cigarette, realizing that it certainly didn't hurt that he was now very rich as well. That idea especially appealed to him, perhaps even more than the revenge. In fact, even being a woman wasn't such a big deal anymore. Corey's body no longer felt strange and uncomfortable. Instead, it felt almost natural. Normal. And to his excitement, very sexy as well. Corey decided that he sort of liked that feeling. Hell, he sort of liked it....a lot. Of course the fact that he was actually a very beautiful woman helped, even if Meredith did tone it down while at work. It gave him an unfamiliar sense of pride in his body and appearance which was something else that was new to Corey. After a few more minutes of smoking and considering what his new life was going to be like, Corey smiled and stubbed the cigarette out. "I wonder if there are any more of those wish tokens." He mused to himself thoughtfully. He smiled as he considered what he might wish for if he found another. It was certainly an interesting idea though he had nothing that he really wanted at the moment. After all, he certainly had no intention of becoming a snot nosed kid again, not when he had wealth, power and beauty now. But still, Corey couldn't help but wondering.... THE END The waking world is but a dream Rules for the Tokens Universe (Revised) By Morpheus This is an open universe, anyone may write in it. After further consideration, I realized that some of the rules I made for the Tokens universe needed revision. The token/tokens look like gold, is/are the size of a silver dollar, has one side imprinted with what looks like a traditional Alladins lamp, and the other side reads "Token. Good for 1 wish." The wishes of course have a tendency to go wrong, but do not necessarily have to. The tokens don't show any signs of having an intelligence or will behind them, they just grant one wish each, often by the simplest or easiest manner possible. The revised rules are that each token grants one wish only. None of them stick around after this wish is granted, though now it is acceptable (though should be very rare) for another token to be found around the same time. Some mysterious person or persons seems to be scattering them or leaving them for people to find, though it almost seems as if the coins are just appearing on their own. On rare occasions they may leave more than one coin in a given area so that someone might get more than one wish or more than one person may get wishes. However, the rule is one wish per coin. The tokens also have limits, which might be partly a result of limited magical energy and/or limits imposed by their creators. Each token will not grant any wishes relating to more tokens. A person can not wish for more tokens, can not wish to know where more tokens are and can not wish to know everything about the tokens. They may just remain dormant without being used, or they might light up and disapear without granting the wish, wasting it in effect. The other major limit is massive wishes. They will not make a person ruler of the world, give world peace or end world hunger. They seem very strong, but usually focus their magic in a more limited and focused way. They can however be used to revise a person's history to match a new body. All right everybody, now that the rules are out of the way, please have fun and write lots of token stories.