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Last week I once again exercised my civic responsibility by serving Jury Duty. My time was split between the courts in Alhambra and East Los Angeles, but I still managed to find time in the Jury Assembly rooms to sketch out this story. It seems jury duty brings out a little extra weirdness in me, although many of my friends would say that's just an excuse. I could be wrong (and I probably am - it could just be paranoia), but I suspect they slip a little something extra into the water in the Assembly rooms to keep prospective jurors from going off the deep end from boredom. Those who archive stories freely may archive this one, provided no changes are made to the text. It's Whose Party? By Bill Hart As Cindy Ellis tapped her foot in total annoyance, she stared daggers across the hall where her boyfriend Jack Lawton was watching the game and shooting the breeze with his friends. "Some party. If all he wanted was to watch the game with his friends, he obviously didn't need me," Cindy muttered. She didn't know why she kept putting up with Jack's crap. Other than being a little preoccupied - Jack was such a great kisser and she always melted whenever he wrapped her up his in his big strong arms - when he'd asked her, Cindy really didn't know why she'd agreed to come with him tonight. She'd had a good idea - one of those eerie senses of deja vu her friend Susie always kidded her about having - that she'd wind up doing exactly what she was doing now. In a word, Cindy was bored. It made her furious just thinking about the reason she'd decided Jack had asked her to come to this party. Obviously, he'd wanted to make himself look good to those clowns in the crowd he hung out with. After all, even Cindy could see that dating a buxom blond, who was also the head cheerleader, must be worth at least a couple of extra brownie points to his weird circle of friends. She was of a mind to go back to the dorm, but, after all the strange things that had been happening in some of the other frats, this party was being held off- campus on the other side of town. Since Jack had brought her, she wasn't about to walk clear across town at this time of night. Even if she could find some transportation, it probably wouldn't do her much good. Jack was so busy having a good time with his friends that he'd probably never miss her. Tired of being ignored, Cindy decided she needed to powder her nose. She hoped there might be something in the ladies' room she could vent her frustration on. But after storming into the ladies' room totally unnoticed, Cindy gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Blond hair. Blue eyes. Great figure. 38D breasts. There's definitely nothing wrong with me?" She ran her hands through her blonde hair. "And if there's nothing wrong with me, there must be something wrong with Jack." "Hi Cindy," said Susie Howard as she came through the door and saw her friend standing before the mirror. "I assume, from the simple fact you look like you could spit nails, that your Jack Lawton is being the same insensitive asshole that my Bob Morgan is right now." "He sure is, Susie," she sighed. "Just what is wrong with our guys anyway?" "It's not just our guys, Cindy. It's all of the guys out there. They're all paying more attention to that silly game on television than they are to us. A lot of the other girls are also grumbling." Susie ran a brush through her shoulder-length brown hair, and then touched up her lipstick. "I don't know why I even bother trying to look good for Bob. I could go out there stark naked and he wouldn't even notice. I don't think any of them would notice me tonight. They might notice you, Cindy, since your boobies are bigger than mine. But I wouldn't want to bet on it." "We've got to do something, Susie." "Have you got any ideas?" "No." Cindy sounded disappointed. "I was hoping you'd have an idea." Susie smiled mischievously. "Actually I did have an interesting idea." "What is it?" "Do you remember some of those little spells we've been studying from that old book of magic spells and incantations we found in my granny's attic?" "Yeah, I remember." Cindy looked confused. "But I don't really see how changing Jack and Bob into slimy old frogs would help us out a bit. I'd probably get a handful of warts from Jack if he were some nasty old frog." "Not that one, Cindy. I meant the other one we were studying." "You don't mean that soul translocation spell, do you?" she asked nervously. "I don't really think we're ready to try casting that one yet. Maybe we could just change the boys into soft and cuddly, fluffy white rabbits. They'd be so cute." "Just what will making rabbits out of them teach them, Cindy. They'd probably be out hopping after bunnies before we knew it. Besides, casting the soul translocation spell will be a breeze. That spell's simple for one with all my witchly power. My granny and my mom were both powerful witches, you know. My granny even told me I have the power necessary to change reality, provided, of course, I really want to change it." "I know all that, Susie. I've heard that story a dozen times at least." "And you have latent witchly power of your own, Cindy. It's not as strong as mine, but I can still sense yours. But I think we really need to teach both of the boys a lesson they won't soon forget." "Assuming I decide to help you with this, just whose souls are you planning to swap out with our inattentive boyfriends?" "Why ours of course," replied Susie. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like being a boy? I know I have. In fact, I think I must have been a boy in a previous life." "Not really." Cindy sounded disgusted. "I just can't imagine what it'd be like having one of those things hanging between my legs." "But that's just it, Cindy. What better way could there be to teach them how a girl feels being totally ignored all night by her boyfriend then by simply slipping them into that unenviable role? We'll swap you with Jack and me with Bob and then totally ignore them the rest of the night." "I don't know about this, Susie. That spell looked really tricky; something could go wrong." "You're just being a chicken," smiled Susie. "I am not." "Then prove it, Cindy. Help me cast the spell." "Well, okay, I guess," answered Cindy still sounding uncertain. She still didn't think they should try this soul translocation spell; it was just one of those feelings she sometimes had. But Susie never believed her when she had one those strange sinking feelings about something going wrong until after it was already too late. Susie and Cindy joined hands. They began chanting the spell that would exchange their souls with their boyfriends. It didn't take long to complete and as soon as they finished chanting, they dropped their arms to their sides and waited. "Nothing happened, Susie." "But we did everything right. I know we did." Suddenly there was a thunderous boom that shook the ladies' room. And Cindy found herself standing in the middle of a crowd of boys holding a beer and watching the game. As she looked around, she saw her boyfriend Jack sitting in a chair and drinking a beer. "I just knew there was going to be trouble," she muttered, surprised at the deep masculine tone of her voice. After a quick inventory, she realized she really was now in a male body, obviously Bob's. "But I was supposed to be Jack." Cindy-in-Bob made her way over to Jack's body. Assuming she knew whose soul now occupied Jack's body, she said, "It looks like you've made a little miscalculation, Susie." "You need glasses, asshole. My name's not Susie," replied the male body Cindy had believed housed Susie's soul. But as he looked up at her, his mouth suddenly gaped open in apparent shock. "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me?" "Oh shit! Susie's messed up worse than I thought." Cindy-in-Bob put her hand on Bob-in-Jack's shoulder. "You'd better come with me Bob," she told him. "I'll try to explain what's happened, but I doubt you're going to like it. We need to find Susie so we can set things straight again." Meanwhile, back in the ladies room: Susie stared at herself in the mirror. "This wasn't supposed to happen this way." Instead of having her boyfriend's body, she now had the blonde hair, blue eyes, and bigger tits of her friend Cindy Ellis. Always having been a little envious of her friend's generous endowment, she'd wondered how it felt having such large boobs. Oddly, it didn't seem much different. Susie knew it was impossible, but it almost seemed as if her own boobs had once been this large. Wondering if Cindy felt the same way, Susie-in-Cindy turned to her companion who she thought must now house Cindy's soul. "Please - whatever you do - don't tell me 'I told you so'. But it looks like we have a minor problem, Cindy." "Cindy?" asked the puzzled girl standing beside her. "Oh-oh," mumbled Susie, realizing the girl wasn't Cindy at all. "Why did you call me Cindy, Cindy?" asked the girl in confusion. "And why do I keep seeing Susie's image instead of me whenever I look into this mirror?" As the girl's hand went to her chest, her eyes opened wide with surprise. "What is this shit! Why have I got tits?" At least a part of the spell must have worked, thought Susie. "It's all right, Bob." Once again the girl looked over at Susie-in-Cindy with a bewildered and puzzled expression on her face. "Why'd you call be Bob this time, Cindy? My name's not Bob." Now it was Susie-in-Cindy's turn to appear confused. "If you're not Bob, then who are you?" "Would you quit clowning around, Cindy! I'm Jack Lawton, your boyfriend. Or are you having problems with your memory, as well as your eyesight?" "My eyesight and memory are just fine, Jack," replied Susie-in-Cindy. "Only I'm not Cindy. I may look like Cindy, but I'm really Susie Howard. And right now, I think we'd better rejoin the party so we can find Bob and Cindy, who are probably laughing it up with all the other boys out there." "The other boys," mumbled Jack-in-Susie, not liking the feminine tone he kept hearing in his voice. ***** As Jack-in-Susie followed Susie-in-Cindy out of the ladies' room, he couldn't believe how strangely things felt as he walked. Having his ass sway back and forth as it kept doing felt really weird, but not nearly as weird as the twin weights that continually jiggled on his chest. However he'd got them, he was glad his new boobs weren't as large as Cindy's, or was she really Susie now somehow occupying Cindy's body as she'd claimed. Normally, he wouldn't have been inclined to believe her fantastic story, except for the undeniable fact that he was now very obviously in full control of Susie's body. Absently Jack-in-Susie reached up and touched one of his breasts. Without thinking about what he was doing, he started stroking one of them lightly. "Quit playing with my boobs, Jack," said Susie-in-Cindy. "I'm not even touching you, Cindy." "I told you before, Jack, I'm not Cindy. I'm Susie. I'm just inside Cindy's body right now." "My law professor says possession is nine-tenths of the law, Susie," replied Jack-in-Susie smugly. "Although I really think it'd be a lot easier calling you Cindy, since you look like Cindy, Susie." "But I'm Cindy," whined Bob's voice from behind them. "You really messed up this time, Susie. I just knew something would go wrong. And it sure did! I hate beer. I don't want to be a boy if you aren't going to be one too. It wasn't supposed to be this way, Susie." Cindy-in-Bob began sobbing. "It's okay, Cindy. Everything will be all right," said Susie-in-Cindy as she slid her arms around Cindy-in-Bob and held her friend close. "No, it's not all right," pouted Cindy-in-Bob. "You're still a girl, Susie. Not only that, but you're me now... and I'm just... a boy." "You wanna trade?" asked Jack-in-Susie. "I don't know what you two did, but I'd sure as hell rather be Bob Morgan then wind up being stuck in Susie Howard's body." "And just what's wrong with my body!?" exclaimed Susie-in-Cindy. "I'll have you know I've put a lot of time and effort into my body." "I guess there's nothing wrong with it," admitted Jack-in-Susie, "if you like being a girl, that is." His hand absently found its way back to his chest again. "Just how many times am I going to have to remind you to quit caressing my tits like that?" snarled Susie-in-Cindy. "I don't know," replied Jack-in-Susie. "Have you got any idea how good this feels?" Cindy-in-Bob squirmed in Susie-in-Cindy's arms. Not thinking how it might affect her friend Susie had been gently rubbing her back in an attempt to make her feel better about being a boy. "I really think you better stop whatever you're doing, Susie," gasped Cindy-in- Bob. "I don't think you're going to like this, but my male thingy down there is getting really hard. Not only does it feel really weird, but it's damned uncomfortable too." As Cindy-in-Bob stepped back from her friend, she slowly slid her hand down to her crotch. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. "Quit doing that, Cindy!" exclaimed Bob-in-Jack as he finally arrived. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm glad I finally found all of you. If I'd been a little later, she'd probably have my body sprawled out on the floor and be playing with my cock." Indicating his own body, he added, "She really hasn't been much help at all." Cindy-in-Bob appeared as if a brick had hit her. "How can you say that to me!" she bawled. "Aren't you Mr. Sensitive," snapped Jack-in-Susie, as he put his hands on his slim waist in disgust. "Just remember I don't want you touching my dick while you're cavorting about in my body." "Just butt out of this bitch. It's none of your fucking business," snarled Bob- in-Jack. "I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it and to whomever I feel like doing it to." "I'm no bitch, you fucking asshole," replied Jack-in-Susie angrily. "I'll have you know I'm as much a man as you are." It was all Bob-in-Jack could do to keep from laughing. "Oh really. Is that so, Jackie?" He stared directly into Jack-in-Susie's eyes and grinned. "From where I'm standing you don't look like much of a man to me, sweetheart." Instinctively, Jack-in-Susie swung his fist at Bob-in-Jack. However, it was a weak blow that Bob-in-Jack easily deflected. As Bob-in-Jack caught the off balance Jack-in-Susie in his arms, he smiled as the girl futilely struggled to escape his grasp. "Let me show you your new place in life, Sweetcheeks." Extending very little effort, Bob-in-Jack pulled Jack-in-Susie close and planted a wet juicy one on his lips. "Leave her alone!" shouted Susie-in-Cindy. The girl in his arms trembled as he relaxed his grip slightly. "What's your problem, Blondie? Or do you just want some of me for yourself?" "I'm a him, not a her," said Jack-in-Susie weakly, as if trying to reassure himself of his own identity. As he wiped his lips with the back of hand, he smeared his lipstick. "Damn it!" he swore as he stared at back of his hand. "Leave her alone, Bob," said Cindy-in-Bob forcefully. She was surprised when he turned Jack-in-Susie loose without any further argument. She turned to Susie-in- Cindy. "Do you think you can change us back, Susie? However, I don't think I'll be able to help you with the spell this time; I can't feel the magic anymore." "It's still physically connected to your body, Cindy. I can feel your magic now that I'm in your body." Susie-in-Cindy looked at Jack-in-Susie. "I think I can direct the chant, but I'll need his help. My body still has most of the power." "What do I have to do?" asked Jack-in-Susie. "I'll do anything you need, Susie," he said eager to be rid of his weak female body. "Just let your mind go blank, Jack." "That shouldn't be hard for her," snarled Bob-in-Jack. Cindy-in-Bob glared a warning stare towards Bob-in-Jack. As Susie-in-Cindy and Jack-in-Susie clasped hands, they began to chant the spell that Susie was reasonably certain would return their souls to their rightful bodies. As soon as they finished chanting, she and Jack-in-Susie dropped their hands to their sides. As Jack-in-Susie raised his hand to his chest, he frowned. "It didn't work; I've still got tits." And he felt damned uncomfortable about the way his own body was still staring lustfully at him. Cindy-in-Bob also frowned. "Nothing happened, Susie." Before Susie could reply there was an abrupt thundering crash that shook the room about them. Oddly, no one other than the four of them apparently noticed that anything out of the ordinary had happened. "This is much better," said Bob's voice. "I don't have tits anymore." "Damn it, I'm still man," added Jack's voice. "Susie you messed up the spell again." "I'm sorry, Cindy," replied Cindy's voice. "I don't know what went wrong this time." "How come you didn't change this time?" asked Cindy-in-Jack. "I have no idea, Cindy," replied Susie-in-Cindy. "I've had enough of this shit," snarled Susie's voice. "I don't give a rat's ass what you have to do to fix this, just do it immediately, if not sooner. I don't want to stay in the body of this silly bitch." "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, babe," laughed Jack-in-Bob. "And I was you a few minutes ago. I'm sure you'll learn to love being a girl and having guys lust after you." "This isn't fair, Susie," whined Cindy-in-Jack. "How come I'm not a girl again? How come you got to keep my body?" "I don't know any of the answers, Cindy," replied her friend. "I'm sure we'll probably get things straightened out eventually." "Do something right now," demanded Bob-in-Susie. "This isn't very funny." He ran his hand through his brunette hair, and then idly cupped one of his breasts. "Don't you start playing with my tits, Bob," said Susie-in-Cindy in annoyance. "Just what is it with you guys that makes my tits so fascinating anyway?" She stared Bob-in-Susie right in the eye as if to dare him to simply touch one of her breasts again. "Go ahead, Bob. Touch one of them and maybe after everything's back to normal I'll figure out some way to exchange your soul with some dairy cow that's about to be mounted by a really huge bull to keep her milk from drying up." Bob-in-Susie shuddered and quickly dropped his hands to his sides. As he looked over at Jack-in-Bob, who was smiling oddly at him, he snarled, "What the hell are you looking at?" "Why you of course. Didn't you know you're a real beauty, Bob?" Bob-in-Susie's face flushed brightly. "I oughta kick your nuts into next week, you fucking asshole." "Go ahead, sweetheart," goaded Jack-in-Bob. "I'll gladly take a little pain up front, just knowing I won't be the one unable to perform once everything gets put right again." "You goddamn asshole!" exclaimed Bob-in-Susie. "Temper, temper, little girl," smiled Jack-in-Bob. "That's enough!" shouted Susie-in-Cindy. "Would you two please shut up for a while and just stand there like statues?" she snapped angrily, as she subconsciously reached for her own witchly power. Suddenly, everything was quiet. Both Bob-in-Susie and Jack-in-Bob just stood motionless where they were, just as if they'd really become statues. "Ah, the peace and quiet," sighed Susie-in-Cindy. "Now isn't this much better." "You did it, Susie," said Cindy-in-Bob in awe. "But how? I've never been able to freeze people like that." "I don't know, Cindy," she relied with surprise. "All I know is they were going to drive me crazy with their constant arguing and somehow I just reached out and made them stop." Suddenly Susie-in-Cindy grinned. "Haven't I been telling you that you had latent witchly powers?" "We ought to do something to keep them from arguing, Susie." "But I already did, Cindy. They're perfectly quiet now that they're standing there frozen solid. We won't have to listen to them again until after I decide to thaw them out." "But I doubt freezing them like this can be real good for them," objected Cindy- in-Bob. "And that's still your real body Bob's inside." "Maybe you're right, Cindy. I wouldn't want to do myself irreparable harm. Have you got another suggestion in that devious mind of yours?" "I sure do," replied Cindy-in-Bob with a mischievous grin. "That is, if you don't mind, since it's really your body." She winked at her friend. "Why don't you just make Bob think he's really female and then let nature take its course." "That is a good idea, Cindy. Although I think it would be an even better idea if it were your body Bob occupied instead of mine, it should keep them sufficiently occupied so they don't have a lot of spare time for arguing." She walked over to the still frozen Bob in her body. After putting her hand on his forehead, she told him, "You are a girl. You like being a girl and you like being with boys more than anything else." She stepped back from Bob-in-Susie. "I think that should be sufficient." "Are you sure?" asked Cindy-in-Bob. "No, not really. But we'll see where this takes us and revise as necessary." She turned to the frozen duo. "All right you two, time to wake up." Bob-in-Susie and Jack-in-Bob stretched their arms and yawned. Neither of them noticed that several minutes had passed since the last time either of them had spoken or moved. "You still want to try kicking in my nuts, sweetheart," chided Jack-in-Bob, continuing to torment Bob. But to his complete surprise, Bob-in-Susie looked appalled at the notion of harming his family jewels. "Of course not, Jack. I would never want to hurt you," replied Bob-in-Susie in a tone of voice sounding radically different from anything he'd heard from him before. Without warning, Bob-in-Susie suddenly pulled the surprised Jack-in-Bob close and kissed him in a manner reminiscent of the tonsillectomy he'd had the previous summer. "What the hell are you doing, Bob?" "I must have done something wrong because I thought it was very obvious," grinned Bob-in-Susie. "But I suppose I can explain it to you if I must. You're an incredibly handsome hunk of a man, Jack. And you must know I just love kissing incredibly handsome hunks." Bob-in-Susie pulled him close again and planted an even deeper, more intimate kiss squarely on Jack-in-Bob's trembling lips. "Cut that out, Bob!" demanded Jack-in-Bob. Bob-in-Susie smiled mischievously. "I don't wanna stop, Jack." He kissed him again. "I wanna keep kissing you forever." "Just think about what you're doing for a few minutes, Bob. Try and think about the other day when we were playing baseball in the park." Bob-in-Susie's smile grew even wider. "I know exactly what I'm doing. And I really enjoyed playing baseball with you the other day. You were absolutely wonderful that night, Jack. How could I ever forget that homerun you hit?" He winked suggestively at him. Cindy-in-Bob and Susie-in-Cindy laughed as they watched Bob-in-Susie begin chasing Jack-in-Bob around the room. "Don't you think we should bring him out of that state before something really happens to one of them?" asked Cindy-in-Bob, sounding worried. "What for? I just can't see Jack, who's as scared as a jittery rabbit, doing anything with Bob, even if he eventually manages to catch him. And letting them run around with him in his current state of heat will keep both of them from fighting and getting under our skins as we try to figure out what happened and how we're going to fix it." "I suppose you're right, Susie," agreed Cindy-in-Bob reluctantly. As she looked over in the direction where she'd last seen their altered boyfriends, they'd disappeared. "Where'd they go, Susie?" "They couldn't have gone very far, Cindy. But I really wouldn't worry about them too much. Aside from Bob having his way and getting himself laid, just what trouble could the two of them cause anyway?" "If you say so, Susie." But in the back of her mind she was still worried about something. She didn't exactly know what was bothering her, but she just knew there was something about this whole mess that seemed awfully damned familiar. In a vacant room not far away: "Quit running away from me, Jack," said Bob-in-Susie as he tried to catch his breath. "I just want us to have a little fun. Or have you, for some unknown reason, stopped liking girls all of a sudden?" "Keep away from me. You may be in Susie's body, but you still aren't a girl, Bob. You're not even acting like yourself at all." "Of course, I'm a girl, silly boy." He cupped one of his breasts. "Although they're not as big as Cindy's," he said with a hint of envy in his voice, " but just how many boys do you know with boobies like mine?" He smiled lustily at Jack-in-Bob. "And I must be myself; who else could I be." He was beginning to wonder why he continued wasting his time with him. But, of course he knew the simple answer; Jack was a boy and he was a girl; he wanted Jack and eventually he'd have him. He silently wished he knew what was wrong with Jack. Suddenly, his silent wish having touched his current body's witchly power, Bob- in-Susie suddenly smiled. Somehow she now knew exactly what Bob's problem was; she also knew exactly how to handle it. Not only did she know these things, she also realized she had her witch's power to help her make things the way they should be. "The real problem here isn't me not being myself, dear Jack. It's you thinking I'm someone other than who I really am." She grinned at him from across the room. "Come here, Jack. You'll feel much better, once I rid you of that silly foolishness." "Stay away from me, Bob." "Did you know you're really a very silly boy, Jack? Sometimes I just don't know why I love you," smiled Bob-in-Susie, as she tapped into her power. "When I said come here, I meant come here." Although Jack-in-Bob tried to resist her summons, he couldn't. Within seconds he stood trembling before Bob-in-Susie. "This won't hurt you a bit, Jack. And even if it did, I'd kiss it and make it all better. Believe me, you'll thank me later." Bob-in-Susie put her hand lightly on Jack-in-Bob's forehead. "Listen to me, Jack. I'm a girl and you really like girls. And since it seems to be part of your problem, you'll call me Barbie from now on. I'm your sexy girlfriend. You've never thought or will ever think of me as anyone other than Barbie." Slowly removing her hand from his forehead, she stepped back. "How do you feel now, Jack?" Jack-in-Bob slowly shook his head. Looking up into the eyes of Bob-in-Susie, he found his mind filling with lustful thoughts. He stared lecherously at her nubile body. "I feel absolutely marvelous, Barbie dearest. I don't know why I was trying to hide from you. Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" "No, you haven't, you bad, bad boy," she answered playfully. With an expectant smile, she leaned towards Jack-in-Bob, who wasted no time pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. "Although I wouldn't mind doing in on the floor at all, maybe we should go upstairs, lover," she whispered in his ear. "Whatever you want, Barbie. Wherever you want it." But no sooner had they left the room, they ran into Lou Fargo, an old friend of Bob's, who seemed surprised his friend, even if he wasn't alone, had wandered so far away from the game. "Well, Bob Morgan, just what are you and pretty Susie Howard up to this evening?" "None of your fucking business, Lou," snarled Jack-in-Bob, annoyed at having his time with Barbie delayed by someone he barely knew. "If that's how you want it," smiled Lou, as he looked Susie over. He'd always thought Bob Morgan was a loser and a real asshole, but now it appeared he'd also lost what little sense he might have had. He turned to Susie and wondered what a total babe like her saw in an asshole like Bob. "How about you, Susie? I'm sure there's something you wanna talk about." "No, there isn't," snapped Bob-in-Susie. "You know nothing I want to hear, but I do have something I want to tell you. Listen to me very closely, Lou." Bob-in- Susie put her hand across Lou's forehead, as she felt her power rise within her again. "This young man is James not Bob, and I'm Barbie not Susie. You don't know either of us, so go away and leave us alone." After Bob-in-Susie removed her hand from Lou's forehead, he slowly shook his head; his mind was bogged down in total confusion. As he walked away, he scratched his head, wondering why he'd stopped and bothered James and Barbie, two people he'd never met and didn't even know. "Come with me, James," smiled Bob-in-Susie. "Anywhere you want, Barbie," said Jack-in-Bob returning his beautiful girlfriend's equally beautiful smile. But they hadn't walked more than a half dozen steps before another old friend - one of Susie's this time - approached and stopped them. Impatiently, Bob-in- Susie quickly dispatched the young woman; she hadn't even needed to touch her to send her running off after Lou. "At this rate, Marla will not only have Lou in her bed, but she'll be working on seconds, or possibly even thirds, before we can get out of this room, James." But after a moment's thought, she had an answer to her newest dilemma. "Never fear, James," she smiled. "I can fix everything so we will never have any more of these tiresome and unnecessary interruptions." With great ease she pulled all the power to her she could. "You are James," she told Jack-in-Bob, "and I am Barbie. We have always been James and Barbie and no one has known, knows, or will know us as anyone else." And having cast her spell she let loose her hold of the power. There was a faraway rumbling that James and Barbie ignored as they went to their room. They didn't notice, nor would they or anyone else ever notice, that reality quickly and silently began reweaving itself to match those desires Barbie had cast into her spell. And yet, of necessity, more than Jack-in-Bob having always been James or Bob-in- Susie having always been Barbie would be required. There were friends and family to be considered. Even mere acquaintances might be important. And, of course, although it had not likely been part of her intent, as a part of the spell, neither James nor Barbie would ever know they'd once been someone else. Even as cranky as it might sometimes be when disturbed, reality was, had been, and would always be an incredibly conservative force. It hated having its logical flow interrupted from time to time, which was one of the reasons for the Eternal Guardians. Even with their assistance, it was still forced to occasionally intervene by those very few wielding powers over which it had no control. But as what had been would now be diverted, reality chose, as it always had and always would, the path of least resistance. It never needed to build a mountain, whenever a simple molehill was sufficient. Most of the world went unchanged; there was simply no need to change those who'd never known any of these four who would be the most altered. And the vast majority of the rest would need only the simplest of adjustments - a tweaking here, a tweaking there - that merely replaced one of the four with one of the others. Just as Barbie, who had once been, and yet now had never been, Bob Morgan, had wanted, no one now remembered her as anyone other than Barbie. However, her body had once been that of the witchling Susie Howard. Although reality could have easily moved the witchling's power to any other vessel it chose, it was far easier to leave that power where it was. In order for the witchling's power to given to another, then some logical rationale had to be established to explain the new witchling's existence, as well as the previous witchling's disappearance. But given Barbie's new body was already a witchling and the descendant of witches, who would be angered if the girl had no power, it simply made her the offspring of Susie's former parents. She'd now been born Barbara Howard - Barbie to everyone she knew - with many of those memories that had once been Susie's becoming her own. And James, for it had made him truly James now, no longer remembered being Jack Lawton. Of course, no one else remembered Jack, just as no one remembered that his body had once been named Bob Morgan. And as the son would always be genetically the offspring of his parents, James simply assumed the place of James Morgan in the evolving new reality. He and Barbie Howard were now, just as they'd always been and Barbie had desired, long time friends and lovers. Totally unaware of what had happened to their friends, Cindy-in-Jack and Susie- in-Cindy were still discussing what they thought might have gone wrong each time the translocation spell had been cast. All of sudden and to her complete surprise, Cindy-in-Jack was struck with an irresistible urge to kiss her blond and beautiful, buxom friend. At first Susie-in-Cindy struggled against her friend's unwanted advances. But when she was finally able to pull away, she not only felt confused and slightly dizzy, but tingly all over. "Just what do you think you're doing, Chuck Lawton?" she asked her companion. But at nearly the same time her own mind had become flooded with memories of her being Sarah Ellis. "I was just kissing my beautiful girlfriend, Sarah." Chuck smiled as he gathered the buxom blond into his strong masculine arms again. This time she offered no resistance; she eagerly returned his passion. "Any complaints?" he whispered in her ear. Sarah smiled back at her boyfriend. "Of course not, Chuck. How could I ever have any complaints with you being my boyfriend." They kissed once again. "There's a frat party tonight. There holding it in a banquet room on the other side of town," he said. "Do you wanna go?" "I suppose," she answered warily. She'd never liked going to frat parties - too many weird things happened at frat parties. "As long as it's off-campus there shouldn't be any strangeness happening." She leaned into her boyfriend and let him kiss her again. Chuck had always been such a great kisser; she could never say 'no' to him whenever he was kissing her and holding her in his arms. She'd always wondered where he'd learned his technique, because Chuck was the only boy she'd ever dated that seemed to know instinctively what made a girl go all weak and tingly. But reality was disappointed once again. They'd been given still another chance and once again they'd failed. In a rare and unusual fit of pique, reality reset time backwards several hours. It was now determined that these four would either get things right or keep repeating everything until they did. ***** Perky Barbie Howard had had enough of being ignored for one night. She stormed off towards the ladies' room hoping to vent a little of her pent up steam. Maybe a little witchcraft was in order. She wondered how much James would enjoy being ignored if her shoe was on his other foot. Barbie was not overly surprised, given all the guys' preoccupation with that silly game they were watching, to see her friend Sarah Ellis preening in front of the mirror; Sarah always did that when she was upset. Idly Barbie wondered what it would be like having boobs the size of her cheerleader friend. "Hi Sarah," said Barbie Howard. "I assume, from the simple fact you look like you could spit nails, that your Chuck Lawton is being the same insensitive asshole that my James Morgan is right now." "He sure is, Barbie," she sighed. "Just what is wrong with our guys anyway?" "It's not just our guys, Sarah. It's all of the guys out there. They're all paying more attention to that silly game on television than they are to us. A lot of the other girls are also grumbling." Barbie ran a brush through her shoulder-length brown hair, and then touched up her lipstick. "I don't know why I even bother trying to look good for James. I could go out there stark naked and he wouldn't even notice. I don't think any of them would notice me tonight. They might notice you, Sarah, since your boobies are bigger than mine. But I wouldn't want to bet on it." "We've got to do something, Barbie." "Have you got any ideas?" "No." Sarah sounded disappointed. "I was hoping you'd have an idea." Barbie smiled mischievously. "Actually I did have an interesting idea." "What is it?" THE END?