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I suppose the title requires an explanation, since I've never written stories called "Slumber Party Nightmare" or "Slumber Party Nightmare Two" or whatever else they might have been called. In October 1995, I downloaded a story called "Slumber Party Nightmare" from one of the Usenet newsgroups. The story was around 30K in length and the author was not listed. It was one of those stories that ended before I thought it should have ended, which consequently left open a lot of loose ends. I always thought someone should write a sequel to this story, fully intending to do so myself someday. But in July 1997, someone did write a sequel (actually it was a rewrite correcting grammatical errors and lengthening) that closed out most of the loose ends. This revision was about 46K in length. I have no record of who the editing author was, although what I downloaded had been reposted by Lisa Blades in those days when it wasn't popular to rag on people for reposting stories to combat the spam on the newsgroup. (Note: The re-edited story was also reposted to alt.sex.stories.tg in the past few days. That post attributed the re-write to Ruth White, but the original author remained unknown.) The story was okay, but, as I'm sure everyone has by now gathered, it wasn't exactly the way I would have rewritten it. Actually, I did start to rewrite it once, but it metamorphosed into "A Strangeness at the Sorority House" instead and wound up bearing little resemblance to either story. Even this story, which turned out to be over 100K in length, eventually fell victim to my imagination. The first part of the six is reasonably close in tone to the stories that inspired it. I've used most of the same character names as the earlier stories did, but I've also added several of my own, either as new characters or as names for previously unnamed characters. However, from part 2 onward, my story diverges from its source material rather quickly. As a result, I decided to use a new set of post-transformation names than those used in the prior stories. I also suppose a content warning is in order, as this story contains more sexual content than I normally write; however, I don't believe any of it is extreme or excessive. Those who wish to archive this story may do so provided it is *freely* available to any who wish to read it and no changes are made to the text of the story. I hope you all enjoy it. And I also hope the original author (Unknown) and the re-editing author (Ruth White) like what I done with (or, perhaps to?) the story. Slumber Party Nightmare - A Third Telling By Bill Hart "Hey, Mark! Have you heard the news I've heard floating around the campus grapevine?" asked Sam Grenwald. "Linda Mason's throwing a slumber party for a bunch of her friends on Friday night." "So she's having a slumber party. So what! I can't see why you're so excited about it anyway, Sam," replied his long time friend Mark Walters. "We're not her friends. And even you have to know that neither you nor I are going to be invited to _her_ party. Just in case this has slipped your mind somehow, Sam - we're guys. And guys, especially nerdish guys like us, don't get invited to slumber parties or, for that matter, any other kind of party thrown by Linda Mason's crowd." Mark quickly slid his comb through his greasy, slicked down, bleached blonde hair. "Even if we were girls, I doubt we'd be getting an invitation." "I know that Mark. But after I heard about it, I had a really long discussion with Frank Morgan during gym class this morning. We've decided we're going to do something about that. He and I decided that the three of us are going to crash their little pajama party." "I don't know about that, Sam," replied Mark, sounding worried. "We could get into a lot trouble doing something like that." "We won't get into any trouble. By now, everyone in the school knows all about their little party. And, even if they aren't expecting _us_ exactly, the girls will definitely be expecting _someone_ to come over to Linda's and try crashing their party." Sam rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Guys crashing slumber parties is almost traditional, you know. It's like TP'ing houses and soaping windows at Halloween. These are 16-year-old girls with raging girl hormones running rampant throughout their bodies we're talking about here, Mark," he smiled wickedly. "Have you got any idea how disappointed they would be if they had this slumber party and _no_ guys showed up to crash it." "I still don't know about doing this, Sam," replied Mark. "And how do you know Frank will even show up _this_ time? How many times has he wimped out on us in the past? You know, if he even mentions to his mom or dad he's just thinking about going somewhere with us, they'll lock him in his room and ground him until he's an old man of twenty." Mark shook his head. "You know his parents don't like either one of us very much. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan believe _we_ are the _bad_ influences on _their_ precious little blameless _angel_ Frank." "You don't have to worry about Frank not showing up for this," said Sam. "He told me there was absolutely nothing that could keep him from being at my house and ready to leave for the Mason's by midnight Friday night." Mark shook his head again. "And do you have any idea who else will be at Linda's slumber party, Mark?" "No," replied Mark. "But, not that it matters, who do you think might be so important?" "Mary Cartland," replied Sam, a wide grin quickly crossing his face. "She will?" replied Mark dreamily. "Mary's really going to be there?" Sam knew he had his friend's total attention now. Mark had had a major crush on Mary Cartland for several years. She was very pretty. She was also Linda Mason's best and closest friend. And Sam had been kidding Mark about his feelings for Mary ever since that day he'd boldly decided to declare how he felt about her, only to walk up to her and find himself incapable of intelligible speech. He'd been thoroughly mortified. For the next several weeks, he was certain Mary thought him a totally clueless geek and nothing anyone could say convinced him she thought otherwise. But the truth would have been even harder on him - Mary hadn't even known who the nerd was she'd ignored that day. And yet, at least Mark had actually tried to talk to Mary, which was more than Sam had found the courage to do. Even Mark knew that Sam felt much the same way about Lisa Mason, as he did about Mary. The biggest problem the two of them faced was overcoming not walking in the same social circles. But, even though they knew better, it never seemed that big a problem. Mary Cartland and Lisa Mason were easily two of the prettiest girls in school and the crowd they hung with consisted mainly of the most popular people in school. Whenever a pretty new girl started at the school, she seemed to naturally gravitate and be absorbed into Linda and Mary's inner circle of friends. On the other hand, Sam and Mark, _if_ they were lucky _and_ having an exceptionally good day, might conceivably be considered borderline fourth string popular, but that was probably a stretch. Essentially, neither boy had managed to actually speak, at least intelligibly, to either girl of his dreams. However, both of them thought that that might be just as well, since they were both of the opinion that it was better to remain unknown than to become known and thought just another nerd or a geek. "So I can count on your participation this Friday night?" asked Sam. "You know, you might even get a chance to see Mary _naked_," he taunted his friend. Mark took a long deep breath. Just the thought of seeing Mary naked excited him. "I guess so," he replied. He began hoping Mary would notice him, but then, almost as quickly, he decided it might be better if she didn't. "I heard one of the guys saying Linda likes red-headed guys, Sam, but it's too bad you got so many freckles. The same guys also said freckles turn her off. By the way how did you get Frank Morgan to make up his mind about going along with any of this? He's a good friend and all, most of the time, but I really think girls scare him." Sam smiled. "That part was really easy. I basically told him nearly the same things I've been telling you - more or less, that is - except in his case, I substituted Ariel Winters as the girl being there. He has got a really mean case of the hots for her. You do remember Ariel Winters, don't you? She's that really hot-looking new raven-haired babe in your homeroom class this semester. You lucky dog you." Mark smiled as he thought about Ariel. "Who could forget someone like Ariel Winters? She's a total fox." But Mark still wondered why Sam continually thought of Ariel as being new in town. Despite all his previous attempts to convince his friend otherwise, Sam stubbornly stuck to his strange notion that Ariel had just moved into town a couple of months ago. Their arguments over it had become so heated after a while that Mark had finally just quit trying to convince Sam they'd both known Ariel since all three of them were little. At that time, Ariel and her parents had been his next door neighbors and he, Sam, and Ariel had often played together, although Sam always insisted that the neighbor they'd played with was a boy named Arthur Summers. And then, Ariel and her parents had moved into the old Springster mansion across town shortly after Ariel's mother had unexpectedly come into some money - a sizable inheritance from some unknown relative, he'd heard. Mark sighed. If he'd only known Ariel was going to turn into the absolute fox and total babe she'd become, he would have made certain to have found some way of keeping in _closer_ contact with her. "Something bothering you, Mark?" asked Sam, noting his friend's silence. "No, nothing," replied Mark. "Just thinking." "And I bet I know exactly _who_ you were just thinking about." He nudged his friend in the ribs and smiled. "Can I count on you for Friday night?" he asked again. "Sure. Why not?" ***** Late Friday night, Mark met Sam, who was waiting alone in the yard outside his parent's house. They'd chosen his house for the meeting, simply because the Grenwald's lived closer to the Mason's than either the Walters' or Morgan's did. "I guess we're just waiting around now for Frank to arrive," said Mark impatiently. "When's he supposed to get here?" "He's not coming," muttered Sam. "What did you say?" "I said Frank's not coming." replied Sam. "He wimped out on us again, just like you figured he would." "Why?" asked Mark. He really wanted to be angry at Frank, but how could he be angry with someone for doing exactly what he'd expected him to do all along. "What's his problem this time?" "He was kinda incoherent, even for him, when he called me earlier. He told me Linda's parents wouldn't be there tonight and, because they weren't going to be there, he wasn't going with us tonight." "That's a totally inane reason," said Mark, shaking his head. "So what if her parents aren't going to be home? Isn't their not being there better for us if the girls are in the house all alone? I mean, if it's just going to be us guys one-on-one with the girls, you'd think Frank would want to go tonight even more than ever." "I know that. And you know that," answered Sam. "But Frank obviously doesn't know it. I tried to explain it to him using very small words, but he'd made up his mind and he wasn't about to change it. However, after talking to him this time, I do think he needs to have a long talk with his parents about _girls_. He didn't come right out and say it, but it sounded to me like he's afraid of them." Mark shook his head again. He wondered how Frank, or anyone, could be afraid of Linda Mason or Mary Cartland or Ariel Winters? Or, for that matter, how could anyone be frightened of any of the girls that were going to be a Linda's tonight? "Frank's gotta be a sissy wuss," he told his friend. "He sure sounded scared for some reason when I was talking to him on the phone," reiterated Sam. "But they are just girls after all. But maybe you're right, Frank must be a wuss. Who else but a wuss could possibly be afraid of all of those gorgeous girls. Either that, or he's secretly got the hots for Linda's mother instead of Ariel." "You've got to be kidding," laughed Mark. "How could Frank be interested in Mrs. Mason? She's old enough to be his mother." Sam joined his friend's laughter. "Did you know that there are going to be ten girls at Linda's party tonight?" asked Sam. "Wow. No kidding," replied Mark. "That's five girls apiece. Who gets whom?" "After I get Linda and you get Mary, does it really matter how we split th other eight?" "Not really, I guess," smiled Mark. "But it's too bad neither of us thought to bring along a camera. I'd really like to take some pictures so we can show that wimpy wuss everything he misses out on tonight." "Yeah, me too. But just wait until I get finished spreading the word around school Monday morning. He's really going to have a hard time trying to live this little fiasco down." ***** As they finally reached the Mason house near midnight, Mark and Sam quickly made their way through the jungle-like shrubbery that nearly hid the living room window from prying eyes. Sitting just below the level of the window sill, they could hear the girlish laughter from inside. "What do we do now?" asked Mark. "We'll rise up and peek through window, then make some wild looking faces at them," replied Sam. "They'll probably be so scared they'll scream their heads off." "But then, they'll know it's us out here." "Of course, they will, Mark. But that's the whole idea," Sam tried to explain. "Once they see they have nothing to fear _because_ it's just us, they might just invite us inside for a while. Now, don't tell me you wouldn't want to go inside the Mason house and be with ten very beautiful and nearly, if not completely, naked girls?" he asked, a broad smile on his face. "You aren't telling me you're a scared little wuss like Frank, are you?" "Of course not," Mark replied indignantly. He began to fantasize about the ten girls inside and all the things they could soon be doing together. "I'll count to three," said Sam. "When I hit three, we'll both jump up and make faces in the window. Okay." "Okay. I guess," he replied, still engrossed in his fantasies. "One... "Two..." A deep bass male voice boomed out, "Alright you two, hold it right there." Quickly, Sam and Mark turned around and saw two huge policemen standing behind them with their service revolvers drawn and pointed directly at them. A third officer, the one with the deep bass voice, asked the frightened boys, "What are you two _boys_ doing out here so late?" "Nothing, officer. Really," hemmed and hawed Sam, not knowing what to say. "We was just..." But then, the door to the Mason house slowly swung open. The deep-voiced officer motioned the boys to move slowly in the direction of the open door. The boys looked back and forth at each other with surprise as they saw Mrs. Mason standing in the doorway. Why was _she_ here? They hadn't expected to see Mrs. Mason at all tonight, particularly since Frank had used her absence as his main excuse to wimp out on them in the first place. "Here are your prowlers, ma'am," the officer told Mrs. Mason. "We caught them skulking about in the shrubbery just outside your picture window. They don't look like anything to be worried about, ma'am. They're just a couple of snot-nosed boys trying to peek at the girls inside. "Wasn't there another one with them, officer?" asked Mrs. Mason. "I was certain there were three." Sam and Mark exchanged worried glances. How could Mrs. Mason have possibly known that Frank was supposed to have come with them tonight? "Not unless he vanished completely in a puff of smoke before we arrived," smiled the officer as he answered Mrs. Mason's question. Then he turned to the nervous boys, "_Was_ there another boy with you?" "No, sir," answered Mark quickly. "There was just the two of us, sir," added Sam. Mrs. Mason looked Mark over closely. "You're the Walters' boy, aren't you?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wondering how she knew who he was. Mark just knew his parents were going to kill him when they found out he'd gotten into trouble with the police tonight. Mrs. Mason turned her gaze towards towards Sam. "And you're one of the Grenwald boys?" "Yes, ma'am," replied Sam, wishing people would stop referring to him as one of the Grenwald boys. His brother Dean had joined the navy several years ago in order to get away from their father's incessant harping about Dean eventually taking over the family business. He'd never come home again, but everyone in town still spoke of Dean as if he'd never left. And their father had just passed his obsession about taking over the family business onto him as if Dean had never existed. "I know both of your parents from the PTA," started Mrs. Mason. "How do you think they'll like it when I call them to tell them their sons are Peeping Toms?" Sam and Mark looked at each other. They were both scared and worried. The crashing of Linda Mason's slumber party hadn't worked out even remotely close to the way they'd planned, expected, and hoped it would work out. "Do you really have to call them, ma'am?" asked Sam. "Isn't there something _we_ can do instead?" pleaded Mark. "My dad'll kill me if he finds out about this." Robin Andrews, who had been standing next to Mrs. Mason, cut them no slack at all. "Let the police take them away, put them in their smallest cell, and then throw away the key forever." "Yeah," agreed Tammy Lawton, "they're just perverts. Jail is where all perverts like them belong." "Now, now girls," scolded Linda's mother mildly. "Perhaps jail time might be a little too harsh a punishment for these boys." She turned to the officer. "I've decided I won't be pressing any charges on these boys, officer. They're just teenage boys filled with those raging teenage boy hormones that interfere with their ability to think straight around pretty girls. I'm sure you remember how boys this age are?" "Yes, ma'am." The officer began to smile. But, for a moment, both Sam and Mark thought that all three officers were going to laugh out loud when he added, "I was once their age myself." The officer took out his notepad. "However, I still need to fill out my report." "Is that really necessary officer? I'm sure you realize that a police record at their young ages might scar them forever and send them careening down the path of a lifetime of non-stop crime." The boys wondered what kind of idiot could be swayed by Mrs. Mason's nonsensical arguments, but they quickly realized the officer must have been exactly that kind of idiot because he was obviously buying into her arguments. "Perhaps you could let _me_ call their parents _and_ you could forego your report - this one time." "You might have a point there, ma'am," replied the officer. He turned his attention back to the frightened boys. "I don't want to see you two skulking around houses in this neighborhood any more," he warned them sternly. "Next time, you probably won't be lucky enough to have Mrs. Mason talk me out of it. Next time, I'll take you down to the station. Is that clear boys?" "Yes, sir," echoed both boys. "It's very clear, sir." They were both relieved that they wouldn't have police record. Both boys turned around towards Mrs. Mason again. "We're really sorry about all of this, Mrs. Mason. It won't ever happen again." Mark and Sam turned to leave, knowing they could very likely explain everything to their fathers without getting into a lot of trouble. But to do that, they'd have to be home before Mrs. Mason called. "Won't you boys come inside for a while?" asked Mrs. Mason abruptly. "I must call your parents." Jennifer Miller gasped. "But Mrs. Mason, they can't come inside with us. They're boys," she complained. "And, don't forget, perverts," added Tammy Lawton. Clearly Mark and Sam no longer had any ambitions of going inside. If they were going to explain things to their fathers before Mrs. Mason called them, then they needed get home as soon as possible. However, the three rather hefty officers had other plans. They made it perfectly clear to both of them that they were not going stay right where they were until the boys accepted Mrs. Mason's invitation and were safely inside the Mason house with the door closed behind them. What else could they do? "We'd love to join you inside," sighed Mark. "Yeah," agreed Sam in resignation. "We'd just love to come inside for a short while." "Excellent," replied Mrs. Mason. But as both boys entered the Mason house, neither of them knew why they suddenly felt so apprehensive. They would be inside with Mrs. Mason and ten girls their own age. However, they were all just girls. And what could a bunch of girls do to them? Only a few minutes after the boys had reluctantly entered the Mason house, three girls, Kara Fulton, Rachel Mintrell, and Pamela Stellings, came through the same outside door wearing only the same scanty and very frilly negligees all the other girls were wearing now that they were inside the house again. Sam and Mark looked at each other with puzzled expressions. Why had the three of them been outside dressed like that? None of the other girls they'd seen outside earlier had been dressed like that - well, not exactly. All of them had been wearing robes of some sort that covered fairly well what they'd been wearing underneath. Once inside again, they'd quickly dropped their robes to the floor. Why weren't any of them concerned about being dressed the way they were in front of them? But now that they'd had some time to think, neither boy could remember seeing even one of the three girls, who'd just come inside, outside earlier. Even if _they_ hadn't seen them - who could have forgotten seeing them being dressed as scantily as they were - the cops must have seen them. The boys quickly looked around the room. That was very odd. Just where and when had Mrs. Mason disappeared. Could she be on the phone already? "Well?" asked Linda Mason of the three girls who had just come in from the outside. "There was no one else out there, Linda," replied Rachel. "It was just the two of them," added Kara. "Just like they said." And Pamela commented, "I only saw two sets of footprints." "Shit! exclaimed Linda. She turned and glared at Mark and Sam. "Alright you two. Where the hell is he?" she asked them angrily. "Where is who?" replied the boys in unison as they looked at each other with the same puzzled expressions. "Frank Morgan," replied Linda impatiently. "He's a tall geeky guy with mousy brown hair. He has the personality of a soggy prune danish. And, if i'm not mistaken, he's a friend of yours." "Oh, him," replied Mark casually. "He's not here." But he wondered how Linda, like her mother earlier, could have possibly known that Frank was originally supposed to have come with them tonight. "I can tell that, stupid," she snapped back at him. "Where is he?" she demanded of Sam. "He's probably at home." Linda shook her head. "Why didn't he come with you tonight? We know he was supposed to be here with you." She glared accusingly at Ariel Winters. "Who knows why? Frank wimped out on us at the last minute," replied Sam. "He always does. We think his dad must have found out he was going someplace with us and locked him up in his room." "It's either that or he's just a total wuss who's scared to death of girls," added Mark. All of the girls tittered at his remark. "But honestly, it really seemed to bother him an awful lot that your parents were going to be out of town tonight." Linda smiled at them. "That's understandable, since, even if he shouldn't have, he did have some idea about who we were looking for and what we had planned for tonight. He must have been afraid he might become an integral part of it." "What are you talking about?" asked Mark. "An integral part of what?" "And how come Frank thought your parents were going to be out of town? Your mother's not out of town. She's right here." Ignoring Mark's question, Linda's smile widened as she answered Sam's, "No, she isn't." "C'mon Linda," said Mark. "We're not blind or stupid, you know. We both saw her earlier." "Did you?" asked Linda. "Yeah, we did," replied Sam. "It was earlier, when we were still outside. Those three big police officers had just caught us in the bushes outside your bay window and then your mother came out to talk to them." Kara, Pamela, and Rachel began to giggle. Both boys looked at them, wondering what they thought was so damned funny all of a sudden. "What would you boys say if I told you my parents were, even as we speak, up at our cabin on the lake with my little brother? They left this morning and they'll be up there for the entire weekend, just as _we_ wanted them to do." "That can't be," mumbled Mark. "We saw your mother here not more than ten minutes ago." "No, you didn't. You just thought you did." Linda smiled at them. "You know something boys, some of the people I know think _I_ do my mother far better than my mother does my mother." The boys looked around and were suddenly startled. Linda seemed to have vanished completely and, just as mysteriously, Mrs. Mason had returned. Dressed as Linda had been, she now stood exactly where her daughter had been standing. As the two of them quickly scanned the room again, neither could find Linda anywhere. Mrs. Mason suddenly stared at Sam with a look he'd always dreamed of one day seeing in Linda's eyes. "What do you think, Sam?" asked Mrs. Mason sensuously using _Linda_'s voice. "Do you like me better as my mother, sweetheart?" After running her fingers through his hair, she leaned over and kissed the squirming frightened boy fully on the lips. But as she pulled back from him, loudly laughing, _she_ had become Linda once again. "Or would you prefer me to just be myself." Sam and Mark bolted for the door. But the door wouldn't budge, as the knob just turned and turned. "You two aren't going anywhere right this minute," said Linda with a smile that made both boys nervous. "It unfortunately appears as if we'll have just these two to deal with tonight," said Mary Cartland sounding disappointed. "I would have rather had all three present tonight," replied Ariel Winters, who not only sounded disappointed, but also a little angry. "As would I," agreed Linda. "But for now, having these two is better than having no one. And we will deal properly with Frank Morgan a little later on." She stared at Mark and Sam. "Now boys," she addressed them with an imperious tone. "I want both of you to come over here and stand before me." And even though neither of them had any intentions of obeying Linda's commands, two very frightened boys were nevertheless unable to do anything other than comply with what she had called upon them to do. ***** "It is time we should be started," said Linda. "Are we all agreed?" All the girls chorused, "Yes, we are agreed." "Then, as it has been written, we should be as nature intended us to be," said Linda. "And to do so, we must now remove our clothes." As the girls stripped, both boys watched on eagerly. In particular, Mark watched Mary almost as closely as Sam watched Linda. But with all of the other girls present being just as nude and having such great bodies, each of them soon found their attention span to any one girl fleeting. This wasn't what either of them had expected tonight. When they'd left Sam's house earlier, they would have both been happy just settling for the shortest of glimpses through the window of _either_ Mary _or_ Linda naked. But now - they doubted anyone would ever believe them - they were standing around watching ten of the prettiest girls in school _and_ all ten of them were totally naked. What was now going on was far superior to either boy's wildest expectations or fantasies combined. Maybe this was the girls' idea of torture, they thought. But with the looks passing back and forth between them, both of them clearly agreed, if this were _their_ idea of torture, then they would be more than willing volunteers for a lot more of the same. Linda kissed Sam's cheek, while Mary did the same to Mark. Both boys, highly aroused by what was happening, were breathing heavily as both eagerly anticipated even better things to come. And it suddenly seemed to them as if they should have never been so worried earlier. Being here with all these girls wasn't something to cause them any worries at all. Being here with all these girls promised to be a lot of fun. Linda smiled at Sam. "You know, Sam," she cajoled. "It's not really fair that all of us girls are naked, while you two boys remain fully clothed. Is it?" Mary gazed at Mark with the appearance of a hungry predator, while Linda stared at Sam with the same appraising lear. But the only thing both boys realized was they were on the verge of getting lucky with the girls each of them had lusted after for several years. "That's not a problem," replied Sam quickly. He looked at Mark, who had already started to undress. "There is no need for either of you to undress," said Linda. A wave of her hand at Sam coupled with a similar gesture from Mary towards Mark quickly turned the clothes each boy had been wearing to dust. In their heightened states of arousal neither boy noticed their clothes had simply vanished. All that was now of any consequence to them was standing naked among all the naked girls. Every girl stared longingly at one of them, or more accurately at their engorged organs. Mark and Sam enjoyed the intensity of their attentions immensely. Linda smiled, as she announced to everyone present, "It seems we just might have a potential developing case of penis envy. Doesn't it seem that way, my sisters?" "Yes it does, Linda," they chorused. But even with them all agreeing, not a single girl among them averted their own eyes from the groin of whichever boy they'd become so longingly fixated on. "We can't have any penis envy," said Linda. "Now can we?" "No we can't, Linda," they chorused. "We just can't have anything like that here at all." "Soft," whispered Linda in Sam's ear. Then, even as Mary whispered that same lone word into Mark's ear, Linda bent down and kissed the tip of Sam's engorged penis, just as Mary likewise bent over to kiss Mark's enlarged manhood. And when each girl slowly stepped back, they began to smile. As all the girls watched on, the stiffened penises of both boys turned soft and flaccid, much to the chagrin of their owners. And yet, impossibly they thought, their penises had continued to shrink and had soon become even smaller then they'd been before the onset of puberty. Neither of the boys could understand what was happening to them. Each continued to feel incredibly aroused sexually, maybe even more now than either had ever felt before. But, in spite of their continued increased states of sexual arousal, neither boy had become erect again. Whatever the girls had done to them, and however they had done it, had quite obviously made them impotent. Why would they tease us as they have been? And why would they then do such a terrible thing to us? But both boys could do nothing but worry and wonder. Very plainly, to all present, the boys were puzzled and frightened by this strange new turn of events. "You no longer have need of them," said Linda, as if to answer an unspoken question. But what she'd said answered no question, as the boys became more confused and looked even more puzzled by Linda's odd words, while, at the same time, wondering just what it was for which they no longer had a need. And then, each boy suddenly saw his friend's eyes glance fearfully downwards and across at the other, as if too frightened to look down at themselves. Mark could not believe what was happening to Sam. And similarly, Sam began to doubt his own sanity, because he knew what he watched taking place to Mark was utterly impossible. As if somehow compelled, they each turned their gazes down at their own groins. And what each had watched happening to the other, they also realized had been taking place to them as well. As each boy watched in shocked horror, his enervated penis had not only continued to shrink, but, in addition, his testicles and scrotal sac had rapidly dwindled away, becoming nearly invisible. And not long afterwards, each boy felt what little remained of his external male genitals being sucked up into his abdomen and relocated within himself. Each boy moaned softly in the backwash of the torrential flood of unexpected pleasure it had brought them. And as the rapture slowly subsided, each of them soon realized as they looked about the room that their own groins no longer appeared appreciably different than any of the girls present in the room. But they knew that couldn't possibly be true. After all, they were male. Weren't they? "I do believe that that's much, much better now," smiled Linda. "We just can't allow ourselves to have _any_ cases of penis envy among ourselves, if there just aren't any of those naughty little things around for us to covet in the first place." "What did you do to us?" asked Sam nervously. "We've just made it a lot easier for you to attend our next slumber party," replied Linda. "Just think, neither of you will ever have to wait outside in the bushes to try and catch a glimpse of some girl's pussy." "But we're guys," objected Mark. "Maybe you are," said Mary with a mischievous grin. "But then again, maybe you aren't." "What do you mean by that?" asked Sam. But Mary and Linda ignored him. "You want to know something, Mark," began Mary. "I've never really liked the way you slick down your hair the way you do. It's much too greasy looking. I really think it would look a lot nicer if you wore it more natural. And I also think it should be longer." "What!" exclaimed Mark, as he suddenly felt his hair flow down his neck and onto his bared shoulders. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of his newly lengthened locks and, to his great surprise, discovered it had not only grown several inches longer, but also, no longer slicked down, softer and silkier. "That's better, but it can still be even better," remarked Mary, more to herself than to Mark. "You have horrible looking roots, but I'm sure you already knew that. By the way, haven't you always wanted to be a _natural_ blonde, Mark?" "Yeah. Why else would I bleach it like this?" replied Mark. "So what?" "No reason really." Mary smiled at him enigmatically, then glanced down at Mark's crotch. "That's even better now. Don't you think so, Mark." What the hell was she talking about now, wondered Mark. However, he was unable to help himself from following her gaze downwards. "No fucking way," gasped Mark in disbelief. "Things like this just aren't possible," he mumbled, while looking down at his very natural blonde pubic hair. Mark looked over towards Sam and was shocked when he saw his friend. While Mary had been busily doing whatever it was she had been doing to him, Linda had been just as occupied doing the same kinds of things to Sam. Sam's red hair now hung luxuriously all the way down to the top of his bared ass. And just as inexplicably as everything that had been happening, he had also seemed to have lost the vast majority of his freckles. "It is now time for us to commune, my sisters," spoke Linda. "Commune?" whispered each boy. "With what? And where? With whom?" But the only answer that came from the girls wasn't an answer. It was a simple chorus of "Yes, Linda." Linda addressed two of the girls, Barbie Dahl and Jennifer Miller, "Would the two of you lead our guests to their places?" "Yes, Linda," answered Barbie and Jennifer in unison. "It would be our honor and pleasure to do so." And the two girls silently led the boys to a door that led downwards into the basement of the Mason's house. That in itself wouldn't have upset the boys very much, if they hadn't quickly realized that things here were not as they should be. Their fathers had designed all of the houses built in this section of town. And both boys knew that no house built in this section of town had ever had or, for that matter, ever required a basement. Barbie and Jennifer, as Linda had asked them, led the boys down the creaking steps of the stairwell into the basement they were certain was not supposed to exist. With each step taken, Mark couldn't believe how strange it felt to be walking with, at least for him now, an essentially empty crotch. And Sam didn't particularly care for the odd ticklish sensations of his newly lengthened hair swishing across his bare back and over the top of his equally bared ass. Reaching the base of the stairs, both boys were visibly stunned by the immensity of the underground room, supposedly non-existent, they entered. "This room must be at least three times bigger than the entire house upstairs," remarked Mark as he looked around. "And where is all this light coming from?" asked Sam. Like Mark, he had quickly scanned the entire room. "This is really remarkable. There are neither windows nor any sign of visible lighting fixtures, but this room is as bright as it would be outside on a cloudless day at noon." "All in good time," mumbled Linda. The boys wondered why there were three full length mirrors standing inside a large chalk-drawn circle near the center of the room. What purpose could they serve being down here? "Do you think this will be acceptable with just the two of them?" asked Barbie. "It should be satisfactory. After all, we've done doubles before," replied Mary, staring accusingly at Ariel Winters again. "But it would have been better if all three of them were present this time." "I didn't tell him anything," snapped Ariel. The lighting in the room flickered briefly. And a small dark cloud, which had not been present only the moment before, now floated in front of the mirrors. "There were to be three this time," spoke a voice, seemingly from everywhere and yet out of nowhere. It was an odd sounding voice, neither male nor female, yet somehow both, that made both boys shiver from an unusual combination of growing dread and budding pleasure. "The other did not come with them," replied Linda into the air. "The other was afraid," said Ariel. "It had been planned for the other to arrive with these two, yet that one chose not to accompany them as he was meant to do," added Mary. "What is, is. And for the moment, the one's missing is of little matter," replied the voice. "For now, the altering of fortunes for these two shall suffice. But worry not, the one not here shall still be ours. For not long shall the missing one be able to flee from what is, was, and shall be the fate truly reserved for one of ours." The voice paused for several seconds. "Proceed," it told them. "Only for the missing other need that which is inevitable be delayed." Linda turned to Mark and Sam. "Each of you will now go stand before one of the mirrors inside the circle, making certain you are in the circle as well," she told them icily. "That which appears to be a cloud floating in front of them is a friend and shall in no way cause you harm." "No fucking way!" screamed Sam. "I'm not going anywhere!" exclaimed Mark defiantly. "I'm staying right here until you tell us what the hell's going on around here." Neither boy liked the way Linda and Mary both smiled at them. "You have absolutely no say in this," said Mary coldly. "You were the ones who _wanted_ to be here with us tonight." Mary's smile became more cryptic. "Although you had no real say in that either." "And now that you _are_ here with us," said Linda, "each of you must now stand before one of those mirrors. It is why you were _invited_ here tonight." Invited? They hadn't been invited. Both Sam and Mark wanted to object at being told what to do again, but, try as they might, they seemed unable to mentally form the words they wanted to speak. Fear spread swiftly across their faces as, totally against their wills, they each woodenly walked over to one of the mirrors. Each standing before a mirror, they gaped at themselves as surprise readily filled their faces when they saw their new images reflected back at them. More or less, each boy still looked like himself, especially, if the excessive amount of hair flowing down onto and over their shoulders could somehow be chopped off to the lengths it had been when they arrived. But something far more difficult for them to ignore was that impossible alien femaleness of their newly transformed crotches. "These ones are acceptable," said the omnipresent voice. "What did you do to us upstairs?" asked Sam fearfully. Echoing the same fear as his friend, Mark asked, "And what are you going to do to us _now_?" "Be silent," commanded Linda harshly. "These conditions I now speak shall remain in force until we return once more to the room above. Neither of you may move, but you may observe yourselves within the mirrors, as permitted, while all occurs, in the hope that you might learn from the experience. And neither of you may speak unless you are spoken to first." Sam tried to complain again, but he quickly discovered he could no longer speak. And Mark wanted to run away as far as possible from the mirror, but he could not get his legs to function as he wanted them. Smoky tendrils reached out from the cloud and gently caressed each of them from head to toe. In both mounting fear and budding pleasure, the two boys shivered at its eerie touch. The voice spoke again. "They are ready now." Ready for what? Both boys could only wonder what would happen to them now. All ten girls joined hands to form another circle about the mirrors and the two immobile boys. The center mirror, unused and unnecessary, faded away. And the boys' reflections were replaced as the glass became less a mirror and more a window. Robin Andrews stood opposite Mark and Kara Fulton was likewise positioned in front of Sam. And then all the girls began chanting in an odd-sounding language neither boy had ever heard before. As Robin and Kara stepped forward, seemingly coming through the mirror, the circle closed behind them. Slowly and gently, they placed their hands on the hips of the boys facing them. As the remaining girls continued chanting, Robin and Kara closed their eyes. After a moment deep in thought, they smiled, stepped back through the glass again, and were re-admitted to the circle once more. In the glass, which had become a mirror again, each boy could plainly see what had happened to him. Somehow, their waists had pulled in on themselves and become much narrower then before, their hips had widened and rounded, and, even though neither of them could see behind themselves, both were now well aware they also possessed plumper, more full, and definitely more rounded asses than either had ever before desired to call his own. With the chanting from the girls continuing, the circle shifted by two girls counter-clockwise. And through the glass, once again transparent, the boys saw Tammy Lawton now standing before Mark and Rachel Mintrell facing Sam. As Tammy and Rachel stepped forward through the glass, once more the circle closed the gap. Before closing their eyes, the girls dropped to their knees. And then, lost completely in their thoughts, each girl lightly ran their hands slowly downwards from her boy's newly waspish waist along their legs to the tips of their toes. As they finally reached the tips of their toes, both girls stood once again. They stepped back into the circle, opened their eyes to observe the results of their handiwork, and smiled at what they saw. In the mirror, once again reflective, the boys stared at their legs in complete denial and total disbelief. Their legs were now long and sleek, apparently both smooth and totally hairless as well. And even though their own reflections defied all reason and logic, there was no mistaking their legs for anything other than the decidedly feminine limbs they had now become. Even though Mark was by no means totally certain, he thought he saw touches of pink nail polish on his toenails, before the mirror again ceased to be a mirror. And still the chanting continued. With the next two-girl shift counter-clockwise, Pamela Stellings and Jennifer Miller were now positioned opposite the boys. Pamela and Jennifer, as the other girls had done, stepped forward through the looking glass. And just as Tammy and Rachel had done minutes earlier, they placed their hands on the boy's waist in front of them. Closing their eyes, they stood before them deep in concentration, almost as if entranced. Swiftly, but both lightly and gently, their hands traced the boys' bodies upwards along their rib cages, around their shoulders, and then back down again along their arms, until Pamela held Sam's hands in hers, just as Jennifer held Mark's in hers. Letting the hands they'd held fall to the boys' sides, the girls stepped back to rejoin the circle. And when they opened their eyes after a moment had passed, they smiled, quite pleased with what they'd accomplished. Once again the boys peered into the restored mirror. And once again they could see the newest changes these girls had wrought upon them. They were stunned. Except for the hair on their heads, their upper bodies were now completely hairless, not that either of them had had much body hair in the first place. Their arms, now as hairless as the rest of their bodies, possessed very graceful and definitely feminine shapes. Likewise, their hands had now become smaller and more delicate with long and slender, equally graceful feminine fingers possessing long tapering nails. Mark wanted to scream out loud, but, as he hadn't been spoken to, he could make no sound. There had been room for doubting what he'd seen before. But he could no longer doubt anymore. His long fingernails were definitely painted pink. The girls continued with their chant. And the circle rotated counter-clockwise again. But unlike the previous times, only Barbie Dahl, having stepped into the space halfway between them, stood before them. As all the other girls had done before, Barbie looked up into their eyes as she stood before them. But neither Mark nor Sam thought of her doing so as anything unusual, since Sam, who was only slightly shorter than Mark, was still taller than the tallest of the ten girls in the room. With a pleasing smile, Barbie gently placed one of her hands atop each boy's head. Closing her eyes for just the moment her thoughts required, she then stepped back again. Looking the two boys squarely in the eye, Barbie smiled, before returning to her place in the circle. As before, both boys stared into the mirror seeking out the changes that had been made in them. But neither of them could detect any outward changes in themselves. Just what had Barbie done to them? She must have done something. And they continued to wonder what Barbie had done, while the chanting continued and the circle rotated once again by a single girl. Ariel Winston now stood between them in the place Barbie had been moments before. Being one of the taller girls, Ariel looked down at the boys and smiled. But oddly, for just the quickest of fleeting moments, both boys seemed to recall Ariel being shorter than them. Ariel took another step forward, as the circle closed behind her and the chanting intensified again. She placed one of her soft hands against each boy's face, then closed her eyes, visualizing what was necessary and required. For the boys, time strangely seemed to pass more slowly than it had ever passed before. But eventually, after all the incredibly odd feelings and eerily strange sensations of their facial muscles and skeletal structures being re-molded beneath Ariel's soft and gentle touch, the boys were relieved when she finally stepped back and rejoined the circle. Ariel opened her eyes and, after appraising them as if they were works of art, smiled. And their looks into the mirror quickly confirmed that works of art was exactly what they had become. The boys stared at the reflections of two exceptionally attractive, although totally flat-chested, girls. Neither of them even remotely resembled the boy he had been when he'd arrived to crash Linda Mason's slumber party. They now had higher cheekbones. Each of them now had the smaller and perfectly sculpted nose common among patrician beauties. And a beauty queen would have envied them their newly obtained peaches and cream complexion. As if neither of them had even realized the full extent of what was being done them, both boys now realized that for all practical purposes, they were now essentially girls. And these girls had, by some unknown means very likely involving that weird cloud, been responsible for changing them. But the chanting still continued. And, as it had been at first, the rotation reverted to two girls, one for each of them. And both girls now before them were smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Wonderland. As had been planned, Mary Cartland stood before Mark and Linda Mason faced Sam. Each girl's smile continued to widen as they stepped forward through the glass. Mary put first one hand, then the other, on either side of Mark's chest, while Linda did the same to Sam. They closed their eyes and concentrated. As Mark watched, Mary's hands seemed to be moving farther away from where he stood and yet never lost contact with his chest. He wondered how her hands could possibly remain touching his chest and still be so far away. And why did her simple touch now send such incredible electricity raging through him? And then, having now completed what had been started, Mary and Linda stepped back into the circle with wide mischievous grins spreading rapidly across their faces. As the mirror became a mirror again, the boys stared at themselves in utter amazement. Even as he felt his crotch growing wet from ogling himself, Mark now realized how Mary's hands could be both touching him _and_ so far away from him at the same time. Hanging quite proudly from Mark's chest were two full and firm massive mounds of feminine pulchritude easily the largest pair of boobs currently in the room. He'd always had fantasies of being with large breasted females, but at no time had he ever imagined such large boobs being his own. And from what Mark could tell, Sam's new and equally proud tits were at least two, but probably closer to three, full cup sizes smaller than his own, although it never occurred to him to wonder how he suddenly knew so much about their relative cup sizes. And yet, even though Sam's tits were smaller than his own, Mark thought they were still pretty damned impressive in their own right. As they continued staring at their incredible and impossible reflections in the mirror, they quickly realized no one who had ever known Mark Walters or Sam Grenwald would ever know - or even likely believe - that the two beautiful and buxom girls now staring back at them _were_ actually them. But then, even having experienced the incredible transformations first hand, they were no longer completely certain they were still the boys they thought they were. But the chanting continued. It sounded softer now. They aren't finished with me... us, thought each boy. But what else could they do to me... us now? Smoky tendrils once again snaked out from the cloud drifting almost aimlessly between the mirrors and the transformed boys. When the tendrils found each boy's breasts, they began caressing them lightly. Neither boy could understand how the smoky filaments could feel so much like fingers, but then, if they'd been asked earlier, neither boy would have ever been able to adequately explain exactly how he would know what sensations and feelings could be invoked by strong fingers intimately caressing his ample breasts. Within minutes both boys, breasts wantonly heaving up and down, were immersed in mindless intimate pleasures unlike anything they had ever experienced before. Neither wanted the feelings or the pleasures to ever stop. Another tendril sought out each boy's new clitoris. And once having found what it had been seeking, it quickly swelled, engorging as if a penis, before easily taking from each of them the maidenhood they had only recently obtained. Both of them marveled at how wonderful it felt to penetrated this way, but not once did either of them think being penetrated might be in any way unusual. With their sensuous moans announcing their first female orgasms, the cloud, in order to maximize their sensual frames of mind, slowly and deliberately pulled its tendrils out of them and re-absorbed them back into itself. "You have done well with them," said the voice, slightly more male sounding, at that moment, then before. "They are both acceptable." "Thank you," replied Linda. The cloud drifted slowly towards Sam. "Who _are_ you?" the voice asked him, having once again regained a mostly neuter tone. "What is your name?" "Samuel Lawrence Grenwald," replied Sam in his own unchanged voice. Way to go, Sam, thought Mark. You may not look it, but that's still you inside that sexy package. Linda smiled at Sam. The voice also sounded bemused. "That is who you _were_, not who you _are_." A filament of smoke extended towards Sam, but Mark could not make out exactly what was happening. And even when the voice spoke to Sam, Mark could not hear anything it said clearly, until the voice once again asked Sam simply, "Who are you? What is your name?" "Sylvia Lorraine Rivers," _she_ replied in _her_ now soft and sexy, very pleasant sounding feminine voice. But even as _she_ looked at Linda, _she_ felt bewildered and totally confused. "It's alright now, Sylvia," consoled Linda, as she put her arm around the new girl's shoulder. "You're one of us now, Sylvia. Everything will be just perfect now." That's impossible, thought Mark. How can they possibly make Sam think he's some girl named Sylvia? But then, how the hell did the change us like they did and make us look like girls in the first place? That weird cloud must have something to do with all this weird shit going on, thought Mark. But what? And how? Where the hell did it come from anyway? And how did these girls get it to do what it did to us? The cloud drifted over in front of Mark. "One has far too many questions," said the voice, as it interrupted Mark's thoughts. "And what of this one?" it asked. "Who _are_ you? What is your name?" "Mark David Walters," he replied defiantly and confidently. He wasn't about to let this weird cloud thing do to him what it'd just done to Sam. Even as confused as she was, Sylvia gasped, wondering why her best friend, whose name escaped her at the moment, thought her name could be Mark. Neither could she understand why her very best friend could possibly think she was now somehow a boy. How was it possible for her to have forgotten she was a girl? Mary smiled at Mark, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. "That is who you _were_," said the voice in his mind. "That is not who you _are_." The cloud extended one of its tendrils towards him. It caressed his throat, making his Adam's apple seem to melt away. If I won't allow them to do it to me, Mark thought, then they won't be able to do it to me. "Defiance can be good at times," said the voice in a seductive and more feminine tone. "But one's obstinacy is now misplaced. One's life is very like a river - there are many channels for one to follow. And one's, now altered by all the others present here, shall, as one's friend here, need now flow through another channel - one much different than one might have ever dreamed of sailing on before." The tendril wafted upwards, encircling his head for no longer than the very briefest of moments, making both his psyche and memories madly swirl about within his mind, before withdrawing again into its body. "Who are you?" asked the neutered voice again. "What is your name?" "Marlena Annette Walters," came _her_ prompt reply in a sensuous voice that Marlena immediately recognized as _her_ own. Marlena smiled at them, overjoyed that she had somehow managed to fight them off and foil their plans. For whatever reason or reasons, they hadn't been able to alter her mind. She was still the girl she'd been, when she and her best friend Sylvia had arrived for Linda's slumber party. But she knew they were likely to be very angry when they discovered she and Sylvia were still themselves and not whoever they had intended them to become. Mary Cartland slipped her arm gently around Marlena's waist. "It's alright now, Marlena," consoled Mary. "You're one of us now. And now, everything will be just perfect, Marlena." You're damn right it will, thought Marlena smugly. "Perfect," said the voice. "Seek now the missing other." The light in the room flickered briefly. And when the lights re-stabilized again, the dark mysterious cloud had vanished. And, with its purpose now fulfilled, the chanting of the girls finally ceased. And with its end, Sylvia and Marlena lost conscious thought. The next thing Sylvia and Marlena perceived, they were upstairs again and waking up, apparently from a short nap. Although they both now remembered being among the few fortunate girls Linda had personally invited to her party, they also had some unusual and vague memories of being downstairs, along with some of the strange things that had transpired there. But as they were still clad in the flimsy teddies, Linda had provided for all her guests, both of them quickly convinced themselves that these odd memories were merely nothing more than the remnants of a very strange dream. Languorously, the girls outstretched their arms. "What a strange dream I had," remarked Sylvia. "You too?" asked Marlena. "I'll bet yours wasn't half as strange as mine." Marlena suddenly cupped her breasts, as if to determine whether or not they were still where they were supposed to be. She had the oddest feeling she should be angry with someone. But just who, she couldn't recall? And even stranger still, she had the weirdest feeling she was supposed to be someone else. But she quickly dismissed that feeling as complete silliness, because if she were not who she'd always been, then who else could she possibly be. "Did you two have nice naps?" asked Linda, noticing her newest guests had awakened. "It was okay, I guess," replied Sylvia. "I just had some really weird dreams." Linda and Mary smiled knowingly at each other. "I wouldn't worry about your unusual dreams," smiled Linda. "Dreams aren't real. And what isn't real can't hurt you." Marlena asked herself, was that really true? But then, she wondered why she'd even thought it. "Congratulations!" exclaimed Mary Cartland. "On behalf of Linda and the rest of the girls, we want to welcome you both as the newest members of the Inner Circle." "We made it!" squealed Marlena excitedly, although she wasn't exactly certain when she and Sylvia had made the final decision to join this club." "That's totally awesome!" exclaimed the equally excited Sylvia, but at the same time, she wasn't positive that joining this highly exclusive group of girls was the reason she and Marlena had come to the Mason house tonight. "Don't tell me that either of you girls had any doubts we'd accept both of you," said Ariel Winters. "Or did you have doubts?" she winked at them. "I can't understand why either of you could have ever doubted you'd be accepted as members of the Inner Circle," added Kara Fulton. "After all, you two are among the prettiest girls in the whole school, which made you totally perfect candidates for memberships in the Inner Circle." Marlena and Sylvia smiled back at Kara, knowing full well what she'd just said was true. It made them realize that all their earlier doubts and uncertainties, strange as they might have been, were likely nothing more than an expression of the simple fear of failure to be accepted. "And at our next meeting, as full fledged members, you'll be able to participate fully in _all_ our ceremonies," said Mary. "By then, you'll know your own roles in our ceremonies to perfection." "I'm certain both of you will thoroughly enjoy being able to completely participate in all of our activities," smiled Linda. "Don't you think so, Mary." Mary smiled. "Of course, they will, Linda. In fact, I can almost guarantee it. But, if either of them have any doubts at all, then they should feel free to ask any of the other girls present tonight. After all, they were all once just like them, before we initiated them into our little Inner Circle." "But we know our newest members must leave now," said Linda. "We are all aware there are many important things for both Sylvia Rivers and Marlena Walters to do before tomorrow morning." "And after you're both finished with all those things you now must do, then you'll need to return her in the morning," added Mary. "And from here, we'll all go shopping together at the mall. And afterwards, we will have a huge celebration in honor of our newest sisters." "We'll need to change before we leave," remarked Marlena, although she couldn't remember anything she really had to do tonight that was even close in importance to being at this slumber party. "Of course, Marlena," answered Rachel Mintrell. "The clothes you were wearing when you arrived tonight are laid out on Linda's bed." "And Sylvia's are on my parent's bed in their room," added Linda. "Thank you, Linda," replied Sylvia. "I suppose we should get changed as soon as possible, in order to quickly be on our ways so we can accomplish all those things Marlena and I must do tonight." But to herself, she added mentally, whatever the hell those things we have to do might be. "The quicker we leave," added Marlena, "the quicker we return." The girls went to the rooms where they'd been told their clothes were and, after a small bout of confusion about which clothes were actually theirs, quickly dressed in the clothes they had decided were now, just as they had always been, theirs. All of the girls smiled warmly at them when they returned. Marlena was wearing a tight halter top that accentuated the size and shape of her breasts. Her midriff was bared and the short cutoff jeans left nearly nothing to the imagination. And, as if she'd been doing so her entire life, which she now believed she had, Marlena casually walked about the room wearing her new platform shoes. Sylvia returned wearing a long-sleeved, tightly fitting short-sleeved sweater. The short skirt she wore highlighted her long and smooth, incredibly sexy legs. And, with the same ease she'd always believed she'd had, she paced nervously back and forth in her open-toed shoes with the short heel. Both of them adored the way their clothes made them look and feel. And by the time they had returned, they'd almost totally forgotten they hadn't recognized their own clothes when seeing them laid out on the beds as they'd entered the rooms they'd been told their clothes had been. Both of them thought it peculiar they hadn't known - how could you not tell your own clothes from someone else's? But as soon as each of them had laid their eyes on what they now wore, each of them had known these clothes were, and had always been, theirs. And then, most of the other strange thoughts they'd had became silly, then disregarded, and finally forgotten. Every movement made by either girl was exceedingly graceful, as if they had always moved with the simple, yet elegant, grace they now possessed. But then, as far as they were now concerned, they had always moved with this same fluidity of motion. "We'll return as soon as possible," said Sylvia. "Even sooner," added Marlen