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A Stitch in Time By Bill Hart Chris Williams lay quietly on the bed in his old bedroom listening, although not really wanting to listen, as his parents' argued again. He'd had to move back in with them after his own wife Laura had asked him to leave. But, even if his own marital circumstances now seemed similar, they were not quite the same as his parents. His parents' disagreements were long-term; he couldn't remember many times they'd gone as long as a week without fighting about something. His and Laura's problems were more recent. Laura had never really understood why, or known with what, he'd become so preoccupied the past couple of months. If she had, then maybe she'd have been more supportive of what he was trying to do. Or maybe she'd just have thrown him out that much sooner. Of course, Chris had barely listened to anything Laura had said of late. And even though he knew her needs, he'd been insensitive to them. If he'd only been as sympathetic to what she needed over these last couple of months as he'd been when they'd first been married not quite a year ago, then he'd still be in their bed instead of being in his old one listening to his parents. Thinking about Laura and her needs made him remember that odd tale she'd told him on their wedding night. She'd confided in her new husband about the old gypsy curse that had been inflicted on every male of her bloodline bearing the Donaldson surname. She'd told him not a single family member could recall why, or even when, the curse had first been cast; however, simple ignorance of it wouldn't prevent the curse from taking effect. At first Chris had wondered why Laura had brought up that strange curse business at all. As she'd explained it to him, the curse only affected males with the Donaldson surname; their children would bear his name - Williams. But as Laura had continued her explanation, Chris considered it strangely peculiar that the Donaldson's considered their curse a male affliction, since there was never any noticeable impairment to any of the allegedly cursed males. Chris had known Laura for a long time; they lived in a fairly small town and her parents had gone to school with his. He'd never thought anything of Craig Donaldson fathering a dozen girls before his only son was born; some families were just that way. And it had never seemed overly important that Jennifer Donaldson had afterwards given birth to three more girls before they'd decided to finally quit having more children. But that hadn't seemed like much of curse to Chris, unless it was purely the financial drain of sixteen children, especially fifteen girls. Laura had also gone on to explain that the curse affected all of her father's daughters - herself included - once they were married and had known their husbands. They became lustful and nearly insatiable whenever alone with their husbands, unless they were pregnant. And that lustfulness would continue until they'd birthed at least a dozen children, provided they survived that long. But afterwards, all of the descendants of each girl would be forever freed from the curse; only the girl children of Laura's only brother Steven would suffer as she and her sisters would from that perverse old gypsy curse. However, Chris had never really believed his wife's strange tale. He couldn't believe in curses, especially old gypsy ones. He reasoned, if Laura wanted to explain away her great sexual appetite and nearly constant horniness as some kind of a gypsy curse, then he'd willingly indulge her fantasies. After all, who was he to complain? And now, as he thought about what she'd told him, he was certain he'd found the flaw in her fantasy. If she was supposed to be so lustful, how could she have possibly asked him to leave? But, as he lay in the bed listening to his parents' old argument, he still wouldn't believe in curses - gypsy or otherwise. Chris had never thought much about curses, but several people he'd met in the past couple of months might have considered his disbelief curiously strange, if they'd been aware of it. After all, Chris had, in these last few months, become a believer in the power of witchcraft. Chris knew he'd return to Laura, if she'd still have him, once he accomplished what he'd set out to do. Once and for all, he was going to end his parents continual bickering. Even though their argument might vary somewhat from night to night, it was still basically the same and it would always end exactly the same way. Maybe he should have told Laura what he was up to. If only he'd told her what he hoped to accomplish, she certainly would have agreed with him. She'd heard them arguing; she'd believe he was doing the right thing trying whatever he could to make them stop once and for all. As Chris continued listening - he still didn't want to listen, yet their voices were so loud he had no other choice - he soon thought to himself, it's just about time for mom to drop that big bomb she always uses to end these stupid arguments with dad. Even knowing the words were coming, Chris still winced as he heard his mother speak them. "You know Peter, I guess I should have married John Tanner after all." And then... there was that inevitable moment or two of deafening silence between them, which was followed shortly afterwards by the slamming of their bedroom door as his father stormed angrily out of the room. Chris heard his mother's sobs begin. "Why does she keep doing that?" wondered Chris. "I can't believe it's just to hurt dad, because it obviously hurts her just as much. What is so damn special about this John Tanner asshole that makes him such an irritating and constant threat to my father?" Chris shook his head. The whole situation made little sense to Chris, unless this John Tanner were some part of a deep dark secret lurking in the family shadows. Several years ago, Chris had tried talking to both of his parents about John Tanner. However, the stony cold looks he got in return from both of them had quickly told him that John Tanner and his alleged secret - whatever it might be - was not then nor would it ever be, a discussible subject. His questions had been initiated when he'd found the irritating John Tanner in his parents' senior yearbooks. It hadn't been much of a surprise that the three of them had gone to school together; this was still a small town and it had been even smaller then. From his picture, Chris decided John Tanner was nothing special. He'd written nothing - only scrawled his name across half a page - in his father's book, which Chris considered fairly consistent with his dad's utter dislike of him. And, not all that surprising, he had written a rather long passage in his mother's book. But he had discovered something surprising that day - actually it had bordered on a major shock. From what was written in his mother's yearbook, it was obvious that John Tanner had taken his mother to their senior prom. That was one of the questions he'd asked his mother about later that day. However, other than simply confirming who'd taken her to the prom and telling him she and his father had had a fight about something she no longer remembered during lunch about a week before the prom, she'd managed to skirt every question entirely. And she must have somehow got word to his dad that their nosy son was asking questions, because that same night, when he'd tried getting more information from him about what had happened, Chris heard much the same story, but, even more importantly, nothing additional. Chris had then let the subject drop. After his parents' yearbooks disappeared from where they'd always been kept, he knew his parents were never going to give him any more answers than they already had. And if they wouldn't answer his questions, no one else would. He couldn't even ask John Tanner; he had no idea where to find him. He'd married one of his mother's friends, Cindy something or other, and then left town shortly after his parents' wedding. As was typical with his parents, whatever they'd argued about that day couldn't have been very serious or important. His mother and father had been married in June just a couple of weeks after their high school graduation - Laura's mother Jennifer, the maid of honor, and her Craig Donaldson, the best man, had fallen in love at the wedding. He had no idea whether John Tanner or Cindy attended. And then, in the middle of the following January, he'd been born. On his last birthday, Chris had, almost impulsively, counted up the intervening months between his parents' wedding and his birth on his fingers. It had only been seven months and a few days; he'd been born only seven months after his parents' wedding. He'd noticed that before, but his parents had told him he'd been a premature arrival. And Chris had accepted that, until he saw the birth certificate he'd needed for his passport application. According to what was recorded on his birth certificate, he'd weighed twelve pounds, seven ounces at birth, which he considered a little hefty for being born two months premature. And there it had been. In his birth certificate he'd finally discovered his parents long kept deep dark secret. It had been in plain sight all along - his father had already done his mother before they got married. That must have been the cause of their fight before the prom; his mother had told his father she was pregnant. Chris hadn't known how he should feel about his discovery; it was no big deal now. And he still had no idea what part John Tanner had played, but whatever it was, it made no difference to Chris. That night, Chris had made himself a vow to do whatever was necessary to prevent John Tanner from ever becoming that constant thorn in his father's side. However, that simple decision presented Chris with another, vastly more complex, problem. He had absolutely no idea how he could ever possibly accomplish his self-assigned task. After all, what was just was. How could he, or anyone else, ever hope to change something that had already happened? But months later - on the evening of the autumnal equinox - shortly after leaving work, he'd found out. And witchcraft entered his life. He'd stared at the odd flyer he'd found stuck under the wipers of his car for several minutes before finally deciding witchcraft must hold the answers to his fervent prayers. At that moment, Chris felt a new confidence that someone must be looking out for him and pointing him in the right direction. And, even though everyone he'd met at the coven that night seemed somewhat surprised by his arrival, his first meeting with the witches confirmed this was the proper path for him to take. With witchcraft - once he gained total proficiency - they'd told him he could cast a spell allowing him full access to the corridors of time. He'd be able to walk along those corridors as easily as the average person walked down the street. But it would take him time, requiring his complete dedication, in order to achieve full mastery of this new art. However, his new wife Laura, who, more often than not, always seemed to have little more than sex on her mind whenever they were alone, hadn't been prepared to share him with this dedication and ambition. They'd begun arguing - although Chris had always enjoyed making up, and Laura could never remain angry with him very long. Their fights had gradually worsened with the passing weeks. She accused him of seeing other women, which he denied. Even if all the witches in his coven were women, he'd never once thought of any of them that way. And then, although he should have seen it coming, he'd been surprised and caught completely off guard when Laura had told him last week to leave and not even think about returning until he could be a satisfactory husband and father. Not knowing what else he could do, Chris had left. He'd moved back in with his parents; he'd told them he'd be with them for only a week or two, while he and Laura straightened things out. But, just in case he might have misunderstood his wife's meaning, he didn't think it wise to mention they might soon be grandparents. However, his parents still had no real idea of what their son would be up to this night. According to every portent he learned to read over the past couple of months, tonight was finally the night he'd long been waiting for. It must have been fate that Laura had kicked him out. He was certain he knew everything he needed to know. He knew exactly what he was going to do. And yet, there was still one potential minor problem he had to face. Just about everything he'd read, and nearly everyone he'd spoken with, had advised him that, as a practitioner of the craft strolling through time, he had to be very careful not to interfere with what had been. In fact, the witches of his coven, as if they knew exactly what he was planning, had repeatedly warned him about doing anything other than watch the past events unfolding as they'd occurred. Doing anything that even remotely interfered with 'what was' put at risk 'what is'. It was a simple enough prohibition - if 'what was' were allowed to be altered, then how could 'what is' have possibly become? However, altering 'what was' was exactly what Chris was of a mind to do. He would soon stroll along those corridors of 'what was' to that very day at lunchtime when his parents had fought over his mother's pregnancy. Once he was there, he would totally eliminate John Tanner from the 'what was' of his parents' past. And in doing so, he'd be forever gone - John Tanner would have never actually been - from his parents' new 'what is'. He'd finally decided on his current course of action after remembering about the grandfather paradox he'd first learned in his logic class years ago. Once he'd found out that traveling through time was a real possibility, it hadn't taken much thought before Chris had determined exactly how he'd accomplish his self- assigned task of eliminating John Tanner from his parents' lives forever. Even though he could have never, and wouldn't have even if he could have, taken a life, he now knew many ways through his witchcraft that would easily eliminate the influence of anyone where it wasn't wanted. After all, John Tanner was no relation to him, or anyone he knew. As he remembered the grandfather paradox, it simply didn't apply to him. And with that being true, what harm could befall him if he eliminated this pest in the manner he'd planned so carefully. ***** Once he was certain his parents were asleep, Chris quietly rose from his bed. With the confidence that had impressed his coven, he cast his spell that allowed him to walk along the corridors of time back to that day a week before the senior prom when his mother and father had quarreled. He wouldn't stop their quarrel, because that might alter other things just enough to keep other more important events from happening as they had. The final result of that could easily become some disastrous temporal paradox. How could he have gone back into the past if he hadn't been born in its future? And yet, he'd decided he could simply "erase" John Tanner because he was, other than taking his mother to their senior prom, of no real consequence to him. With John Tanner no longer, nor ever having been, around, someone else - just who wasn't overly important - would likely step forward to take his mother to the prom. No sooner had Chris arrived in the past then he observed his father-to-be angrily storming away from his mother-to-be. "Somethings just never change," he muttered. As he sought out John Tanner, he saw a pretty blond girl, standing about the same distance from his mother as he was, only on the opposite side. Although something about her seemed strangely familiar, he didn't recall seeing her, or more likely her picture, before. More strangely, and for whatever her reasons might be, the girl appeared to have been intently observing his parents' quarrel. He wondered why this girl would be so interested in his parents. But at the same time, he hoped she hadn't seen his arrival from the past. Had she been staring at him? But when he looked past his mother again, the strange girl had vanished. "So far so good," sighed Chris, relieved the blond girl had left. Not more than a couple of minutes later, Chris spotted his target John Tanner moving purposely in the direction of his mother-to-be. "That damn asshole must be stalking her," he muttered. How else could he possibly know so quickly that he had this opportunity to score with his mother? Fortunately, Chris was between his mother and the approaching John Tanner. As his intended target came nearer, Chris asked, "Aren't you John Tanner?" John abruptly stopped. "Yeah, that's me. Who wants to know?" He stared at Chris for several seconds trying to place his face. "You look kind of familiar, but I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." "I'm new here," replied Chris calmly. "But I won't be staying here very long. I just stopped by to make certain you won't be hitting on my mother." "I don't hit women," snarled John. "Anyone who told you something like that is a damn liar. Besides, why would I want to hit your mother? I don't even know who you are, let alone who your mother is." "That's not what I meant, John," replied Chris. "I don't want you dating my mom." "You're really sick," snapped John angrily. "You must know that your mother has got to be at least twice my age. I don't date old women pushing forty. Now get lost! I've got a date to make for the prom with pretty Melissa Appleton over there." He once again started walking towards Melissa. "I don't think so, John." John Tanner stopped, and then turned around angrily. "And just what do you think you're going to do to stop me?" With his intent obvious, he began advancing menacingly towards Chris. "Not much really." Chris lifted his hand and pointed a finger at John. "Be motionless!" he commanded. And John froze in place. Chris could tell the boy was still alive; he was breathing steadily and his eyes occasionally blinked. Other than that, John could have easily passed as a statue. "Let's just see what I can do to stop you from asking my mother out," smiled Chris. "Shape now alter and readily conform, To be as one with how I desire your form. What was once, but will no longer be, male, Become now, as it has ever been, female." Chris was certain his spell would never make it into any book of the more eloquent spells, but it would get the job done. And right now, that was all that was important. While Chris watched, waiting for his spell to take effect, John Tanner's body began altering. The boy shrank several inches in height. His brown hair grew several inches longer. His waist pulled inwards, while his buttocks and hips swelled. And as his chest blossomed with a firm full pair of better than average sized breasts, Chris couldn't keep himself from smiling. "I think that's a much, much better look for you," said Chris as he admired the results of his spell. "You certainly can't compete with my dad for my mom looking like this. You'll be far to busy fighting off all the boys." Chris pointed his finger at the transformed boy again. "You may move again, if you'd like." Almost instantly, John Tanner resumed his menacing advance towards Chris. Only now, something seemed impossibly wrong. Surprisingly, he was now several inches shorter than his intended target. His butt seemed to be strangely swaying back and forth as he moved. And there was also a very odd feeling jiggly pair of weights on his chest. Stopping his advance towards Chris to investigate further, one of his hands discovered the new shoulder-length of his silky hair. But as his other hand found its way to his chest, John's eyes went wide with shock. His brain couldn't fully comprehend the myriad of confusing and mixed signals it was sent by his hand as it cradled his new flesh. "What did you do to me?" asked John in an airy light soprano. As he clutched at his throat, he saw his now dainty hands, his new slender fingers, and his lightly painted long nails. "This can't be happening to me. It isn't possible." "Of course it's possible. If this were impossible, you'd still be a boy, John." Chris grinned. "Although I don't think John is a very appropriate name for such an attractive young girl. But I can fix that for you." "What do you mean?" asked John. "This is some kind of a joke. You are going to change me back? Aren't you?" he asked hopefully. "I suppose I could, but why should I?" replied Chris. "Changing you back now would only defeat the whole point of having changed you in the first place. Besides, I'm sure you'll quickly love being the girl you've now become." "No way!" exclaimed John angrily. "Temper, temper, young lady. If I were you I would never say something like that. Where there's a will, there's always a way." Chris smiled at John, then, after raising his hand, pointed a finger at John. "The you once you, Be now no longer you. As you now appear, So have you ever been. Never were you male, Nor named John. Always were you female, And named Joanna." John eye's glazed over for less than a moment. Chris heard a couple of approaching girls laughing. "Just in time," he mumbled. "But what's Laura doing here?" he asked himself as the girls came into sight. Without noticing anything out of the ordinary, the girls looked at the transfixed and transformed former male. "C'mon Joanna," said the girl who looked like Laura. "We've got to get to class. You know how cranky old lady Peters gets when we're late for class." Joanna's eyes blinked. Feeling somewhat confused, she shook her head. "I know that, Jennifer," she answered hesitantly. But as she quickly looked around and recognized her surroundings, her feelings of confusion faded. She stared at Chris for several moments, but she showed no sign of knowing who he was. "I don't now what I've been thinking about for the last several minutes." She looked at her watch. "We really must get to class, Cindy." So that's Cindy thought Chris. Short of getting her pregnant, I wonder how John Tanner got a babe like her to marry him - not that it matters any more. And the other girl with them isn't really Laura - it's her mother Jennifer King. But Chris began to smile as he overheard their conversation. "Have you guys got dates for the prom?" asked Joanna. "Of course," replied Cindy. "It's only a week away." "Tom Wilson asked me, but I haven't said 'yes' yet. But he hasn't asked yet," said Jennifer, "I've been hoping he'd ask, and I'm sure he will." Cindy looked horrified. "Don't tell me you don't have your prom date lined up yet, Joanna." "Not yet. I've been hoping he would ask me, but it's only a week away and he hasn't," answered Joanna. "Just what am I going to do if none of the guys ask me to the prom?" "You don't have to worry about him asking you, Joanna. How many times have I told you that can do better than him," smiled Cindy. "You know something, Joanna; I think I know someone who will be absolutely perfect for you." Chris smiled as he watched Joanna and the other girls walk towards their class. "That wasn't very difficult," he whispered to himself smugly. "And nothing catastrophic seems to have happened." And yet, he knew it was better not to risk the chance of making a mistake now. All he needed to do now was repeat his earlier spell and walk along the corridors of time back to the present. Impulsively, Chris turned for a last look in the direction of the three departing girls. It was amazing how much Jennifer resembled her daughter Laura. But just thinking about his wife made him want to see her again. "Damn, all of a sudden I'm feeling incredibly horny. I guess first thing in the morning, I'd better go have a long talk with her. If only she'll take me back, I'll swear to be more attentive to her needs. I'd even swear off all witchcraft, since I don't need it any longer." But the more his thoughts dwelled on his wife, the more he wanted to see her and the more aroused he seemed to be getting. "I might not be able to wait until morning to see her; I think I'll go over there as soon as I return to the present and beg for her forgiveness. I'll break down her door if I must." Chris hadn't felt this obsessed with his wife for several months. "If I don't find some way to get back into her bed, I might just explode." However, once he was back in her good graces, as well as their bed, Chris was certain Laura would thoroughly appreciate and heartily approve this new development in their relationship. He'd always had a great time whenever they'd made up before. And this time promised to better than all those other times combined. Unable to bear being away from his wife any longer, Chris once again invoked the spell, which allowed him to walk through the corridors of time. It was so easy now - even easier than it had been before. But the ease with which he'd cast the spell made Chris wonder if he could really give up practicing witchcraft as easily as he thought. And yet, maybe he wouldn't have to give it all up. He could easily cast that small spell that would make Laura take no notice of his use of witchcraft; the witches of his coven already had a similar spell they used to hide their witchcraft from their husbands. Besides, after a few weeks of her having to indulge his newly awakened sexual appetite, Chris thought Laura wouldn't mind an occasional night off, while he was off with the coven. However, as Chris arrived back in the present, he suddenly felt extremely exhausted. "It must be all the spells I've cast," reasoned Chris. "I've never cast so many in so short a time before. And the girls of his coven always said witchcraft was harder on men." Chris slowly made his way back to his bedroom. "Laura will just have to wait for a few more hours. Regardless of how hot and horny I'm feeling right now, I doubt Laura would be very happy or forgiving about getting woke just to watch me fall asleep. Things will be even better once I've had a little sleep and recharged my batteries." Chris slid under the covers. Within moments of closing his eyes, the exhausted young man was dead to the world. ***** It was almost noon before conscious thoughts returned to Chris Williams. Just lying in the bed, eyes still shut; Chris could tell that sunlight flooded the room. And the warmth that came with sun's rays felt so wonderful. Chris' eyes suddenly popped open. "That's odd, my room looks somehow different. But it can't be different. I didn't do anything last night that could have possibly affected my room. Maybe it's a different color, or something. But no one could have painted my room while I was asleep. I'm sure I'd notice the smell of fresh paint." Chris felt strangely confused. Had something unexpected happened in the past? Knowing there was only one way to end this total nonsense, Chris rose slowly from the bed. There was a mirror on the dresser and it would reveal whatever truth there was to reveal. Feeling edgy and a little tense, not knowing exactly what to expect, Chris walked slowly towards the mirror that stood on the antique dresser. Chris hesitantly peeked into the mirror. And then, Chris breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Nothing was any different then it ever been. The image reflected by the mirror was still the same blond girl she'd always been. She chastised herself for her sudden attack of silliness, knowing she'd done nothing with her witchcraft in the past that could have possibly changed the room - or herself. Her sister witches of the coven would have a good laugh when she told them. She wondered why she'd been unsure of herself this morning - that wasn't like her at all. She was always filled with confidence. Maybe it was all those strange movies I watched with my husband last night. She looked back to their bed where her husband still slept. And smiled. She was glad that she'd decided not to try changing 'what was' after all. It had been her intent when she'd walked the corridors of time to stop the fight that had caused her mother's last break up with Peter Williams. But she'd changed her mind when the spell she'd cast had let her know her mother wasn't pregnant as she'd thought. It made her finally realize how dangerous it was to mess around with the past, especially when it was your own. Everyone she'd talked to had told her that She wondered about that dark-haired boy she'd seen watching her mother in the past. She had no idea who he was; he wasn't in her parents' yearbooks. But he was kinda cute in an odd familiar sort of way. She casually wondered if she'd met him in her past somewhere before; after all, this was a small town. She hoped the boy hadn't seen her vanish back into the corridors of time. Besides, she no longer thought her mother would have been happier married to Larry's dad. They'd always fought when they'd dated. Even if her mother wouldn't agree with her reasoning, Chris now realized that Larry's dad was better off married to Joanna. He'd taken Joanna Tanner to the senior prom after that big fight with her mother, but later that night, he'd taken Joanna up to Prospect Point. Six weeks later, they were married. Apparently their first son had had been conceived that night at Prospect Point. Her mom had been really upset for a while after Peter and Joanna were married. And to this day, she'd never forgiven Cindy for introducing them. But she'd more or less gotten over Peter and Joanna being married after a while. She'd been Jennifer King's maid of honor when her friend married Tom Wilson. And then, she'd fallen in love and married her father Patrick Donaldson, who had been Tom Wilson's best man. And after a proper nine months, Chris had been born. As Chris considered everything that had happened, she realized things couldn't have happened any better if she'd planned them. Besides, if she'd actually changed the past as she'd originally planned so Larry's father had married her mother instead of Joanna, then Larry and she would brother and sister now, instead of husband and wife. Being Larry's wife was definitely the more acceptable situation. And, since she'd married Larry, she was a Williams, just as her mother had always thought she should be. The only thing that might have been better was if her father had tried to explain this strange Donaldson curse business a little better to her mother. She wished she knew why they considered it a male affliction. As far as she could tell, her father had never suffered a day in his whole life from this curse; she and her married sisters were the ones who were constantly horny and nearly insatiable, except when they'd managed to be pregnant. But on the hand, thought Chris as she gazed over at her peacefully sleeping husband in their bed, maybe being horny all the time isn't so bad after all. With a mischievous grin suddenly spreading across her face, Chris strolled back to their bed and slid - not overly gently, as she hoped to wake him up - under the covers. "Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," she whispered, while nibbling playfully on his ear. I think we really need to start spending more time working on having that little bundle of joy we've been talking about lately." THE END