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Nik-Naks and Other Do-Dads. By T.G.Frogman Here is a a collection of short stories. Some have references to R.Kanes Nik-Naks, my previous post. I had several stories that were too short by themselves but clumped together with a few new ones they make an interesting collection. By the way there are things in these stories that are anatomically impossible but don't let that stop you because magic gender change is something that is considered impossible by most people. Can you smoke legally? No? Then Scram. This is for adults only. Several of these stories involve comic book characters or real actresses. I do not claim any right to them, earn profit from them or intend these to be interpreted as truthful representation of these people. Any one caught making money from these stories is acting without my permission and therefore I am not responsible for such abuse of copyrights and or trademarks. These are meant for entertainment and not to be taken seriously. Some of these stories could be expanded (think of them like the intro to a book or trailers to movies.), but I'd need feed back on where to go with the stories. I hope to post some of my more complete stories (ie. stand alone, not collections) and post them soon. But these are cluttering up my brain so once they are out maybe I'll be able to work on others (and maybe even start writing non TG to earn some money) If you like the R.Kanes Nik-Naks, idea and would like to try a story in the 'universe' look for the rules at the end of this post. You may clip out any of the stories from this (and only this colection) and submit them to other sites, or post them on your own, or just keep them for your self (as long as no money is made from them, and as long as the sight is free access). But only as long as you include this top part, my writing name and title of the collection and Fictionmania as the place for the complete collection. *************************** A small frog sat on a lily pad watching people walk through the park. They walked by the small pond on their way home from work or out to dinner. He looked around at the people, who didn't seem to notice him, and finally spotted what he was looking for. "Psst, over here." whispered the frog. A woman in a slinky red dress dropped her purse at the sudden surprise of a frog whispering at her. "Miss, I know this will be hard to believe but I am not really a frog. My last girlfriend was a witch and cast a curse on me. She turned me into a frog. I am doomed to be a frog until I can get someone to kiss me. Only after I am kissed by a woman can I become human again. I need you to kiss me, so that I can resume my old life. Will you do it?" The woman just nodded. She looked around quickly to see if anybody was watching, and not finding anybody, walked up to the frog leaned over and kissed him on his slimy lips. With a bright flash and loud splash the frog transformed. Sitting in the pond was a beautiful young woman in a white silk dress and high heels. "What happened?" shrieked the new woman. "This is all wrong. What could have caused this?" "Don't ask me lady, all I did was what you asked." A deep masculine voice answered from the woman in red. She reached into her top and adjusted her breast forms before walking away. "She was a man?" said the new woman before passing out. --------------------------------------- Don was surfing the net and watching the TV on a lazy Sunday afternoon. He was getting bored with what was on the web when the TV showed a commercial for a clothing store which had started a web page with a cyber model the would show you how clothes would fit, if you told it what you looked like. Curious as always Don went to the site and entered information about the model he wanted. Height: 5'9". Weight: 120lb. Bra size: 32 C. Dress size: 8. Hair: straight black bob. Eyes: Blue. Skin: pale. Clothes to be worn: socks. With all this information entered he hit the make model button. His computer froze and wouldn't restart. "Damn." He said reaching to turn it off in the back. ZAP. Donna woke up on the floor trying to remember what happened. "That stupid computer shocked me." She pouted as she sat there on the floor dressed only in socks. ---------------------------------- Lex Luthor had cut himself off from the outside world to work on a new plan. A plan that would allow him to destroy Superman, once and for all. He toiled endlessly over flasks of chemicals and radioactive materials, until he had finished. He was rather unhappy with the results. "What the hell is this? Your supposed to be red. What good is red kryptonite if it isn't red?" He yelled at the pink chunk of glassy rock in his hand. "Fine maybe I just try for green." Lex set to work on the new project, and again was disappointed. "Turquoise? Why isn't this working?" He analyzed both pieces. They were identical to kryptonite in every way but the color. "Maybe they will work anyway." Clark was at home inhaling a tub of ice cream when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Smallville, Perry just called and said we had better get over to Washington and fourth." Lois said. "It's eight o'clock at night. This better be some story." Clark said faking annoyance. "Don't you watch the news? Some maniac has a nuclear bomb and is threatening to blow it up unless the U.S. swears allegiance to Iraq. So hurry up. Do you need a lift? Clark... Clark are you there? Hello? Figures..." Lois said before hanging up. Superman landed inside the police barricade outside the mall at Washington and fourth. "Superman, you have to hurry, he says he will wait ten minutes for a live broadcast from the president, but any longer and he will blow the bomb." A black woman with Sergeant stripes on her uniform said, nearly hysterical. "How big is the bomb and do you know where it is." Superman said calmly. "It big enough that he had to load it into a moving van and crash the van through the front doors and park in the food court. You have to do something, there are four hundred people trapped in there, and if that bomb blows you can say good bye to Metropolis." "Consider it solved." The police officer blinked and found herself staring at nothing. The place where Superman had been was now vacant. Just as quickly an Iraqi soldier appeared before crumpling to the ground unconscious. Suddenly hundreds of people can running out of the mall crying. Inside the mall Superman was looking at the bomb. The only area he could not see was the detonator which was encased in lead. The timer was ticking down, with only a minute to go. Grabbing the van, he hauled it through the skylight carrying it far into the stratosphere at super sonic speeds. The timer hit zero as he came to a stop... and nothing happened. Superman grabbed the detonator and tore open the lead casing to see the pink stone. He took the stone in one hand and tossed the truck toward Venus. He examined the stone closely, and was startled to find it seemed to have similar properties as Kryptonite, it was also obvious that it was man made. He didn't feel any weaker, maybe the fact that it was synthetic stopped it from affecting him. He held it in his fist, squeezing with all his strength. The stone crumble like chalk into dust, drifting in the thin air it formed a small cloud, some of which seeped into Supermans eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The fine dust worked its way into his blood stream and then dissolved into his system becoming part of him. All this happened in a blink of an eye, and avoided the notice of all his super senses. Returning to his apartment he listened to the city and felt he could get some sleep, tomorrow he was planning to tell Lois how he felt about her. Clark woke the next morning feeling energized. Yawning deeply enough to cause gale force winds, Clark sat up and stretched before speeding to the bathroom for a shower. Upon arriving in the bathroom the thought of a shower disappeared from Clarks mind. The face in the mirror was foreign and strange. Big green eye stared back from a soft and delicate looking face with a milky complexion and big red lips. The wild mane of curly red hair on his head rippled down between his shoulder blades. Clark looked down and noticed a pair of pert breast stretching the top of his white cotton t-shirt. He didn't have to look down his boxers to know what he would find there. He went back to his room to look in the full length mirror. The woman who looked back was absolutely beautiful. Trim and athletic, she was hot, and the t-shirt and boxers made her even hotter. Clarck looked down again, and notice his/her nipples were hard and very visible. That wasn't the only thing that proved she was excited. Luthor was in his suite on the top three floors of one of the many apartment buildings he owned. He was searching the internet for any info on what might have happened to Superman after his encounter with the pink Kryptonite. Frustrated at the lack of results he shut off his computer and glared out the window at Metropolis. Then he saw something. A black streak coming out of the sky headed right at him. Seconds later Lex was pinned to the wall on the other side of the room, some twenty feet away. Pinning him there was a beautiful red haired woman in a black body suit with a silver S shield slightly bent at the sides by her breasts. "What did you put in that bomb Luthor?" She snarled. "Well it took you long enough. It looks like the pink kryptonite had a very unusual effect. Most interesting. Now get out of here." He said calmly reaching into the drawer of his desk. Superman quickly ran forward and grabbed Luthors hand, only to flinch and drew her hand back. Lex held up the blue stone with a smile. "Lets see what this one does." Superman stood stock still in her black wet suit, given to her by star labs when she rushed through there this morning. With a bright flash and a thunder clap she flew across the room and crashed through the wall. She stood back up and walked in to confront Luthor, only to stop cold at what she saw. She saw an exact copy of herself coming through a hole in the opposite wall. "Damn. That doesn't do me any good." Luthor thought to himself. "You just made things worse for yourself Luthor." Smiled one Superman. "You now have two of me to deal with." The other crossed her arms. "And if you thought I made your life a living hell before..." "...its about to get twice as bad." That said both of them blasted the blue Kryptonite with heat vision. The blue vapor drifted out the window Superman smashed through on her arrival. "One of these days Luthor you'll get yourself into something you won't be able to get out of. Then you'll wish you hadn't made me your enemy." And in a flash both disappeared. Star lab was bustling with activity after Supermans sudden appearance this morning. They had added an s shield to one of the womens wet suits as a temporary costume. She had had nothing to wear and had arrived wrapped in her cape. She mentioned the pink Kryptonite, saying she thought it was what had caused the change. While they analyzed her blood they gave her a quick test of powers and found no difference. As she finished the tests and donned the temporary costume they received the results on the blood analysis. It appeared that it was a one way transformation. Superman ran off with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. Since then they had continued working on possible solutions for the problem. It was even more of a surprise when two of her returned. "What happened to you?" Professor Hamilton asked in shock. "Luthor happened." They replied together. For the next several hours they discussed holograms and surgery with kryptonite scalpels, but no practical solutions seemed to be available. Just when they were ready to give up they remembered one person who might be able to help. Clark sat across his breakfast table from Lois, fiddling with the ring he'd been wearing for the last three years. "Well, are you going to tell me your secret now, or do I have to guess?" Lois said. "Lois, I asked you here because I care for you a great deal. Since we've been dating these last few weeks, I've felt guilty about something I've been keeping secret. I feel I need to tell you the truth before we get into a deeper relationship." He said nervously. Right on cue a tall athletic red head entered the room, nervously fidgeting. "YOUR CHEATING ON ME!" Lois screamed. "No, Lois, it's not like that this is my twin sister. She's part of the secret, the second part is that I was Superman." Clark blurted before Lois stormed out of his apartment. "If you wanted to see other woman you could have come up with something better than that." "Its the truth Lois." Said the red head. "It can't be true. Superman was killed by a Kryptonite bullet over a year ago. I was at the funeral." "Actually the bullet was green plastic, but only Professor Hamilton, my sister and myself knew that. Even the assassin thought it was real. Look maybe this will prove it to you." Before Lois could react he grabbed the frying pan he had made breakfast in and folded it neatly in half. Lois fell back into her chair in shock. "You are Superman. You faked your own death? Why?" Lois managed to whisper after several failed attempts to use her voice. "Well that's where my sister comes in. You see it all started with that Iraqi terrorist..." Clark told Lois the whole story, removing the ring when he told her about his feminization. "Your a woman? I've been dating a woman?" Lois stammered after she saw him turn into an exact copy of his Osister'. "No. Lois, I have always been a man. The pink Kryptonite changed me. I thought there was no hope of being me again until I remembered Fate. He gave me this ring that acts as a cure for the Kryptonites effect, it allows me to become me again." He tried to reassure her. "I can also change back into Clark with it." Clarks twin sister said. "So, wait, there are two feminized supermen who can use a magic ring to turn into Clark Kents?" Lois said now totally convinced she was dreaming. "Don't think of it like that. I was raise as the man Clark Kent, who assumed the identity of Superman to help others. I became a woman when doing just that. After that another accident cause me to split into two, each half being the same as the original. The ring acts as a temporary reversal of the changes made by the pink Kryptonite. We are still Clark Kent." Clarks sister said. "Two sisters who have the same male name?" Lois was starting to think this was too strange to be anything but real. "Well actually we only call ourselves Clark Kent when one of us is using the ring. When we are female she is Samantha and I go by Alexandra, Sam and Alex Davenport. It was easier for us to use names that could be male or female. We also share another name..." "I should have guessed. Your the heroine they call the Sterling Sensation. The last super human given permission to wear Supermans S." "That's right. Alex played the part of The Sensation, while I was Superman. When It came time for Superman to disappear I officially gave us the permission to wear the silver S. Now we can share the role of hero while still having lives." Sam explained. "So you let the world think you died so you could have more free time?" Lois said. "That's really just a bonus. The main reason was that the ring was almost destroyed in an explosion. We couldn't risk loosing our ability to become our old selves, Clark." Alex said. "That makes perfect sense, all this was so obvious. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner." Lois said sarcastically. "We're sorry to do this to you Lois. We both care for you, but we needed to be honest with you." Lois couldn't tell which one was which, but they both looked sad. "I hope this hasn't destroyed our relationship." The other said. "I'm not sure who I've been dating, if I am a lesbian or that this isn't some weird dream. I need to think." Lois covered her eyes and tried to get a grip on herself. When she looked up again Clark was male again. "I am going to work now. I will not talk about this again. When, if ever, I've sorted things out I'll let you know. The next few weeks were difficult, for all of them. Finally one rainy night Lois appeared at their door, dripping wet. "I think I've most of this sorted out." Lois said quietly. "Come in, do you want a towel or..." Alex offered as Sam came into the room wearing nothing but a towel. "Lois..." Sam interrupted Alex. "Just listen, please. This is strange, but I've invested so much of myself in my relationship with Clark Kent and Superman that I can't just walk away from you. I feel strange about getting into a relationship with a woman... two women... what ever. How is this ever going to work?" Nearly on the verge of tears pleaded. "I would like this to be the three of us, but I can see how that would be hard for you. We've decided that what ever makes this easiest for you is what we'll do. Plus, we have the ring so technically this won't have to be a lesbian relationship." Alex said. "The ring does make it easier. Where is it?" "I took it off to take a shower." Sam said holding the ring out to Lois. "Its hard to believe that this little thing means the difference between Clark and you two." Lois said fidgeting with the ring. "It took us a year to get used to being female. I think that ring is the only reason I haven't had a break down." Alex explained. Lois managed to accidental slip the ring on her finger while fidgeting. In her place now stood Clark Kent, in a wet womens business suit. The suit ripped in several places. "Oh, my god." Clark said, and was followed by the same remark from Alex and Sam. Lois pulled the ring off quickly, and reverted to her normal self in a slightly torn outfit. "You can borrow some of our clothes." Sam offered. They all entered the bedroom, Lois removing her jacket. Sam dropped her towel while Alex showed Lois the small divider she could change behind. Lois felt a little uncomfortable, but didn't want to offend them after having just repaired their relationship. When Lois had removed her wet and torn clothes she remembered the ring she was still holding. With an evil grin she slipped the ring on and looked down at herself. "Wow." Lois had always wondered what it felt like to be a man. "What's the matter Lois?" Alex asked. Lois reached around the divider and grabbed Alexs arm, pulling her behind the divider. "Eep..." Was all Alex could say before being kissed by her old body. "Lets play." Lois whispered. "Can I play too?" Asked Sam who was hovering above them both wearing her birthday suit. Mike sat at his computer looking at the strange package he had received in the mail. It was a black canvas pouch with the Jolly Roger pirate flag design on one side and his address and a return address on the other. The return address read: Pirate Underground Software co. One half Feign street, Sham, NA; 01010 Inside the package was a CD-ROM entitled, Model Heroines. Mike was curious and began copying the file to his hard disk and unzipping it. While he waited for the file to finish expanding he read the instructions. "You have received this free gift. Don't ask why, just enjoy. The rules are simple: 1) Pick a comic book super heroine from the list. 2) Pick or design a costume. 3) Change hair style and color. 4) Save your finished model to any drive of your choice. This is a one time demo program, once it has been used it will no longer work for you. Produced by Pirate Underground Software Co. in cooperation with R.Kanes Nik-Naks" Mike was eager to see how good this game was. He quickly double clicked on the icon and watched the screen go dark. A catchy tune began to play over the speakers of his computer, and he soon found himself humming along. Then an image of a pirate flag appeared in the center of the screen flapping in the breeze. "The graphic are amazing it almost looks like a real flag." Came Mikes awed voice. Mike knew what comic book character he wanted to use, but it took him a while to find her name. "Here she is." He said before clicking on the name, Copy Cat. Mike liked Copy Cat for several reasons, for one she was a shape shifter, and she had blue skin. He knew the same applied to Mystique but Copy Cat was younger and more mysterious than her. Besides mystique was a villainess and more inclined to be merciless. The pointed ears were also a plus. (Copy Cat was the shape shifter who impersonated Domino, cables side kick in Marvel comics. She and Dead pool were an item at one point too. 4 those who didn't know.) Copy Cats 3D image appeared on the screen in all her naked glory. Mike could do nothing but stare for several minutes. When he finally collected himself Mike saw the menu to the right of the naked woman. Colors Styles Mike decided to try something, he clicked on color and a new menu appeared. Hair Eyes Lips and tongue Nipples Finger and Toe Nails Mike Decided to turn them all black. Then he hit the main menu at the top, this time he chose style. Two choices appeared: Hair Costume Mike changed the hair to a bob and finally settled on a simple costume. Black sports bra under a black biker jacket. Her black leather pants disappeared into the tops of her knee high black boots that were each cinched tight with three chrome buckles. Mike decided to save a copy of his design, he knew it meant that he could use the program anymore but she was too good to loose. Opening the file menu he selected save and was give the choice of saving to Diskette, HD, Zip disk, CD-R, or RL. He tried to get the mouse to move down to the HD choice but the pointer went to the side instead of down. "Damn, frigin' mouse ball won't roll again." He shook the mouse and turned it over, to take the ball out. As he was removing the ball he heard the mouse click. When he looked at the screen again and saw the RL choice blink three times before the screen showed the Pirate flag again. Only this time the skull gave a deep throwt laugh. "You stupid piece of crap!" Mike yelled at his computer slamming his fist down on the desk. A loud grinding noise came from the computer as the words OSaving, please stand by.' appeared. A cold feeling seized his gut and began to spread. His skin turned pale and then gradually to a light blue, while his waist narrowed. Mikes arms and legs became more slender and feminine as a pinching feeling spread across his face. His hips spread as his pelvis widened and tilted forward arching his back and rounding his more shapely rear. Black hair formed a stylish bob where he used to have a blond buzz. Slowly two breast began to push out on his gray sweat shirt which was getting smaller and darker. His jeans had become black leather and very tight, he watched as the bulge in the front of his pants shrank and disappeared. Mike got up and ran to the bathroom, and was shocked at what he saw. Staring back at him was a living version of Copy Cat as he had adjusted her to look on his computer. A very elfin face with a black bob and solid black eyes looked back. Her pouty lips were black and when she opened her mouth her black tongue was visible behind her bright white teeth. Looking down she saw a pair of pale blue breasts held by a small black sports bra. Mike couldn't resist a look, pulling the bra over her head she saw the dark black nipples harden with her excitement. She looked at the bra and saw a tag, 32 D. She felt herself getting wet and knew she was a complete woman. She was running a black fingernail in circles around one of her nipples when she realized she was no longer normal. It would be impossible for her to continue her life as Mike if she were a blue skinned woman. To her amazement the image in the mirror began to morph back into his old body, she forgot about her problem as she realized she was a shape shifter. As soon as she stopped remembering how Mike should look she snapped back to her blue skinned new body. "This promises to be fun." Said the topless blue woman. The computer screen beeped and typed Ohave fun Michelle.' and turned off leaving a blank screen sitting on an oak desk, a padded chair was pulled out from the desk with a black leather jacket draped over its back. ------------------------------------- Hank was bored. He had skipped school for the fifty-third time this year. He knew he was going to have to be a senior again next year but didn't care. He decided to rummage through the attic for something interesting. His mothers family had lived in this house for seven generations, ever since they fled from the Salem witch trials to this small town in Maine. There was all sorts of stuff in the attic that nobody had touch in decades if it had ever been touched. He wasn't finding anything interesting but didn't have anything else to do. He was about to give up when he found an old leather pouch lying at the bottom of a trunk. Curious pushed aside old dresses and knit wool sweaters to get the pouch out. He held it up in front of him by its long draw strings and looked at it. The pouch was a deep royal blue with five copper rivets set in front. The crinkle of paper came from inside but it was too heavy for that to be the only thing inside it. Hank sat down on the floor and opened the mouth of the bag, in it he saw a small pendant nestled among age yellowed paper. Eager to see the pendant he reached in and tried to grasp it, but all he pulled out was the folded and crinkled paper. Shrugging he unfolded the paper and read it to himself. To who so ever finds this gift, Know that it is the other way around. That in fact this pendant has found you. The pendant of dreams seeks out those who's minds are fertile. This item has been passed from generation to generation, as far back as the Celtic peoples history goes and beyond. With it one can change their own image to that of another. Just name the body you wish to wear, or think of its appearance and don the pendant. Your image will be that which you seek for as long as the amulet is worn. However if one wears it for the length of a day that image which they wear shall be theirs forever. So say I Dorothy, formally Donald, McGinnis. 1641. "Yeah right." Hank said removing the pendant and stuffing the paper back in. Looking at the pendant he was amazed at its gruesome beauty. In the center was an eye that was nearly all iris, an iris that was red as blood speckled with rusty orange. Down the middle of the eye was a thin slit pupil like that of a serpent. Encircling the eye was a tiny golden snake swallowing its own tail. Hank looked closely at the snake and saw all of its tiny scales, pointed fangs and forked tongue. A silver ring was threaded through one eye and out the other to allow a place for the red silk cord to be threaded through. "This must be worth a fortune. Even if it isn't magical it is too cool to leave up here in the attic." He said before pocketing it and heading down stairs. Hank went into the television room and turned on the TV. He didn't even bother to look at what channel it was as he sat down and pulled the pendant out of his pocket. When he looked up again he saw the movie OWizard of Oz' on the TV. Thinking back to the letter he had found with the pendant, he smiled at the prank its last owner had tried to play. Imagine a man turning to a woman. With a smile he held up the pendant and said, "July Sanderson." and pictured the girl who had lived next door. He'd had a crush on her since last year, until she moved away two months ago, before he could even work up enough nerve to talk to her. Then he put the pendant around his neck, and then looked down at her breasts. Hank pulled it off quickly, and checked to make sure all his parts had returned to normal. "Shit, it works." He said in awe. Then he had an amazing idea, his mom was going out of town for a meeting tomorrow morning. He could skip school tomorrow and play around with the pendant. The only question was who should he become? Dinner that night was long and tedious. He and his mother never got along but she insisted they eat dinner together, because a family eats together, what ever that means. Hank had a hard time falling to sleep but when he did he had interesting dreams. He saw himself turn into a woman and strip tease for a movie camera. The next morning Hank woke at eight and quickly got out of bed. He took the pendant from the pocket of yesterdays pants and headed toward the bathroom. His mother had already left so he didn't have to worry about her. Hank walked into the bathroom with a t-shirt and boxers on and stood in front of the mirror thinking. "I've got it. The woman from the Doritos commercials." (the one who shoots them out of the drier and ricochet one around the room before catching it in her mouth by doing a split) He closed his eyes and concentrated on a mental image of her and put the pendant on. When he looked again, he was a her, it had worked. The shirt was straining to hold her breasts and the boxers were very snug on her hips. He quickly took them off (leaving the pendant on) and turned on the shower, then remembered his dream. He left the room for a second and returned with a video camera, which he set up on the counter opposite the shower. Hank turned the camera on and wrapped a towel around the beautiful body he now wore. Slowly, and with a swaying walk she walked in front of the camera, and with her back to the camera dropped the towel. She stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain open, and slowly turned around. She kept herself covered with her hands while she flirted with the camera. Finally she moved her hands and began to play in earnest. An hour and a half later she came out of the bathroom with a big smile and a cassette full of things that would fry any mans mind. She left the camera in her room and went down stairs to have breakfast, in the nude. She opened the fridge to look for something to eat, the cold air hardened her nipples and made her shiver. Then she spotted something better than breakfast, she pulled several items out of the fridge and took them to her room where she set up the camera again. Turning on the camera she sat on her bed and began to eat. First she ate a banana, slowly and playfully. Then she picked up a chocolate pudding cup and removed the lid. She ate one pudding cup with her figures, dipping them in and sucking them, while giving sexy looks to the camera. She took another pudding cup and used most of it to draw all over her body. Lastly she pulled out a twelve inch kielbasa and smiled at the camera. Tilting her head back she began to put it in her mouth, remembering a trick a friend (who was in a circus side show) had taught to Hank years ago she began to slide more and more of it down her throat. The shape was slightly visible going down her throat as she swallowed three inches. Then four, five, seven, nine and holding the end in her hand for a second, opened her mouth wider and pushed the rest of it in. Bringing her head forward again she licked her fingers and rolled on to her stomach. Smiling she concentrated on her throat muscles and slowly the end of the kielbasa emerged from her lips. The giant sausage emerged inch by inch from her mouth until it landed in her hand. She repeated the process again only this time she didn't bring it back up. She turned the camera off and removed the tape. Going down to the TV room she popped the tape in the vcr and sat back to watch it. She watched the two and a half hour tape twice while enjoying the multiple orgasms her body provided. When she was done she fell asleep and dreamed of wild orgies and porn stars, for two hours. When she woke it was five o'clock, and she was hungry again after a filling snack of cucumbers and hot dogs, she decided to try on some of her mothers clothes to see herself dressed and to see what it felt like to wear silk and dresses. In her mothers room she tried on twelve different outfits over a period of two hours before she stumbled onto something at the bottom of of the panty drawer. It was huge, and she wasn't sure if she should laugh at finding it here or be sick. The ten inch white vibrator began to stimulate a more unexpected reaction from her the longer she looked at it. Finally she picked it up and went to her room, her heart racing. Looking closely she found the switch on the bottom and turned it on. The humming and vibration sent blood rushing in tides against her ear drums. She circled it about her erect nipples and around her navel for an hour before she got the nerve up to go lower. For the next three hours she enjoyed herself emensly until her final orgasm shook her body like an earthquake. With her hand between her legs she accidental shut off the vibrator, but that didn't stop the orgasm. At the peek of the orgasm Hanks pleasure centers overloaded and she passed out. Hank was curled on his bed restfully dreaming until he shifted against his cover. Suddenly a buzzing vibration echoed through his body from within. He sat up which shut the vibrator off again and pushed it all the way into her. She realized what it was inside her but was feeling too weak form so many orgasms (25) that she didn't feel like getting out of bed. Deep down Hank realized that she should get back to normal before going to sleep. So with the last ounce of strength she pulled off the pendant and went back to sleep. Hank was wakened again by something buzzing inside of her. She was too sleepy to care at first until she remembered that she should not be able to have anything inside of herself. Flipping over in bed and feeling her breasts jiggle she knew what must have happened, she had passed out from that last orgasm and stayed out cold until some time after eight the next morning. She had worn the pendant too long, she was stuck. She wanted to cry but the vibrator inside her felt sooo good. She lay there enjoying the feeling until she fell asleep again, with the vibrator buzzing on until the batteries died out. She didn't wake until she felt the bed move. "Mom?" Hank said a little groggy. "I see you found the pendant. Or should I say it found you?" Her mother said. "You know about the pendant. I'm sorry mom, I was just playing with it. I didn't want to get stuck." Hank said apologetically. "Believe me I know all about it. Everything will be all right. How do you think I got this figure." She said with slight smile. "But it's not the only magical device I have, after all this family does have magic in its history. Unfortunate, or fortunately, you can't be changed back but your records can be magically changed. That and the memories of those who know you, that way you can continue your life as you see fit. I think I'd better start teaching you about your magic heritage, before we get any more surprises. By the way would you please wash it before you return it." Her mom said closing her bedroom door. Hank blushed because she knew her mom wasn't talking about the pendant. **** It was Halloween, or would be when the sun set in an hour, and Tim had forgotten all about the costume party. His boss was considered by most eccentric, and proved it by asked people to come to the party dressed as characters from certain pop culture icons. To help them decide he had put several slips of paper in a hat for the head of each department to pick from. Tims department had to dress as super heroes, but it was better then what the people in the mail room had gotten. "Those poor people, characters from Nick At Night reruns." Tim shivered at the thought of Mr. Eds, Patty Dukes, and Happy Days. But he had other things to worry about, like where was he going to find a super hero costume that wasn't made for someone under twelve? The last hope he had was a comic shop at the edge of the city. When he got there he was amazed that it was so big, he hadn't realized how big the comic book industry was until just now. Walking up to the counter to ask about costumes, Tim saw small sculptures of busty half naked women striking provocative poses. OPerhaps I should start collecting comics' he said to himself. "Excuse me, I was wondering if maybe you could direct me to any costume you might have?" Tim said to pudgy red haired boy behind the counter. "Well your not gonna have a lot to pick from. Some company in town is havin' a party and the boss assigned pop culture as the theme. We got more business this week than we have in the last five months." The boy rambled, as he lead Tim into another room. "These are what's left." He finished before leaving Tim in a field of empty tables and naked mannequins. At the far end of the room was a mannequin dressed in a red and white body suit with a gold ring on the chest and a pair of fake wings on the back. On the table next to it were a few costumes, neatly folded to show the hero symbols on the chest. He saw Wonder Woman, a blue and gold womans body suit with an X belt buckle and a green wig marked Polaris. He was shocked by the red skin tight body suit, gloves and high heels attached, with lines of chrome spikes down the arms, around the neck and down the spine and chest. It was labeled Phoenix 2. A green rubber foam Hulk suit was way too big and probably too hot for an indoor party. There was a good looking Green Lantern but it was too small even for his skinny 5'5" frame. The only other costume on the table was a blue and red spandex body suit with a web pattern and a huge spider splashed across the chest. He held it up to himself to see if it looked like it might fit, it was small in some places but it was spandex so it would stretch. Picking up the rest of the costume he walked back to the counter and paid the fourty dollars for the costume. "What a rip off. Fourty bucks for a spandex costume I'll only wear once, and no rentals allowed." Tim grumbled on his way to his car, not even noticing the goofy grin the boy at the counter had on. Looking at his watch Tim realized he didn't have time to go home and change so he drove straight to the office, where he planned on changing in the mens room. Tim pulled into the parking lot outside of the Home office of Wall*Basket, the largest bargain retailer in the world. They owned their own TV shopping network and internet auction house, as well as their world wide chain of stores. (Authors note: I made this company up. Its supposed to be one of those big businesses that kills local small businesses, and sell things that most people can't use. Six gallons of mustard? ,: ] ) This is where all the paperwork, legal problems and planning took place. Hurrying to the mens room Tim stopped dead when he saw a man from his department in front of a mirror applying lipstick before pulling the mask to his Catwoman suit up over his face. "Hey, Tim, getting ready for the party?" "Dave, I didn't know you were into cross dressing." Tim stammered. "Ha, I'm not. Several of the other workers and I made a bet. We would all cross dress, and whoever managed not to be found out gets everybody else's Christmas bonus. In the case of multiple winners, its divided evenly." Dave said with a smile. "How many of you are in on this?" Tim asked. "Most of the third and fourth floor and part of the fifth." Dollar signs spun through Daves eyes. "Shit, that puts the prize at over ninty-thousand." A flabbergasted Tim said through numb lips. "Closer to one hundred twenty thousand." Dave said on his way out. Tim shook off his shock, and went into the nearest stall. When he came back out in his costume he was fidgeting with the crotch, not only was it uncomfortably snug but it made him look like he was wearing nothing but body paint. Feeling A little uncomfortable he stayed in the bathroom for a long time. Eventually he heard the party down the hall in the cafeteria. Still fidgeting he went down the dark hall to the party, it was very dimly lit. The lack of light made him feel a little better, nobody would see how tight the costume was, and by far his costume was not the skimpiest. He looked around and saw hundreds of great costumes. Seven of Nine and Data from Star Trek, Supergirl, A few Jedi Knights, Indianna Jones, Someone who looked like Wynonna Ryder from the latest Aliens movie, and even someone dressed as a female Freman from the movie Dune. Samantha from Bewitched was at the punch bowel stirring the punch before pouring some for herself. Opting for something a little stronger than punch He walked over to the table that was serving as the bar. "Scotch, neat." Tim said. "Vodka martini, shaken not stirred." Came a feminine voice from behind him. When he turned around however he came face to face with a skinny man in a tux. "The names Bond, James Bond." Winked the cross dressed woman. Tim slugged back his drink, or tried to, forgetting he was wearing a mask. Most of the drink made it through the thin mask but the rest just dribbled down his front. James Bond just giggled and walked away. Tim sat there with his mask off sipping down a few more scotches, watching people go by. He saw a klingon danceing with a ferengi, Queen Amidala from Episode one armrestling with Fonzy from Happy Days. Ezri Dax walked by with Gordi LaForge (Star Trek), while Trinity from the movie The Matrix made out with a short oriental girl in a yellow trench coat and pink sunglasses (Jubilee, x-men comics). Tim had had so many drinks by then that he wasn't even surprised by a giant Pikachu (pokemon) walked by. Darth Maul came over and in a feminine voice said, "You should try the punch, somebody spiked it with vodka. I heard its some powerful stuff." Tim shrugged and walked over to the punch bowl, well barrel would be a better description. A man dressed as Blade from the recent comic book movie was standing nearby with a large empty bottle sticking out of his jacket pocket. Tim tried to see the label, but then Lara Croft ran by chased by Batman, when they were gone Tim saw the label on the bottle. Yep it was vodka all right, its label said Unfeigned Vodka, looked like some spoof on Absolute Vodka. What he couldn't see was the fine print, OR. Kanes Nik- Naks. Making the real thing since 28000 B.C.' Taking a big cup of punch Tim chugged it before putting his mask back on and heading back out onto the dance floor to socialize. His body began to tingle as he walked across the room. His skin felt like it was crawling with ants that kept pinching him. Tim drunkenly tried to brush the ants off, until he felt a jiggling as he tried to get the ant off his chest. When he looked down to see a pair of breast on his chest the only thing that Tim thought was, OCool now I can participate in that bet, and maybe even win the jack pot.' For the rest of the evening Tim was danceing with all sorts of strange characters. At one point he remembered pulling off his mask and making out with a tall red head in a red body suit with chrome spikes, but the rest of the evening was a total blank. Tim sat at the bottom of her tub full of cold water. She had a horrible hangover and wasn't able to remember anything. When she looked down, shock woke her completely up. From the waste down all she had on was a pair of pink cotton panties, from the waist up she was half in and half out of the top of her costume. The real shocker was that the part that was half out was one arm and firm round breast. She pulled the rest of the costume off and sat there in the cold water looking at her female body. Sliding out of her tub she picked up the costume and walked in stunned silence to her room. Dripping wet she stood there dazed, wondering what to do. Then she saw a blinking in the corner of her eye. Hesitantly she walked to the answering machine and pressed the play button. *You have twenty new messages.* That didn't sound good. "Tim, its me Dave. I have a big problem, well a couple of problems actually. Can you meet me in the Wall*Basket parking lot." Purred a feminine voice. BEEP "Tim, its Mark. I need you to meet me at the office." Came another female voice. Beep. "Pikachu." Beep. "This is Janet, would it be possible to meet at the office." Came a male British accent. Beep. The sound of weeping. Beep. All the messages were people from work who had called, and wanted to meet at the office. Sitting on her bed she realized that something similar to her situation must be going on in many of her fellow employees houses. She started to get up and look for something to wear when she realized that none of her clothes would fit her new body. Holding back tears she pulled off the wet panties and put them, along with the costume in the drier. When they had dried she put them back on before donning her now oversized trench coat and going out to her car. It took her a while to realize that she hadn't been in any shape to drive last night. Walking down to the corner she waited for the bus, feeling stupid in a trench coat and super hero costume. Suddenly a blond woman in a sweat suit landed right in front of her. "Let me guess, you were at the party last night and are going to Wall*Basket this morning to try and figure out what happened?" "Uh... Yeah, I... uh who are you?" Tim said caught off guard by the flying woman. "Well now I'm Supergirl, I was Nathan Downs. Can I give you a lift." She offered. "Are you sure its safe..." Tim found herself dangling high above the street before she finished. Just as quickly she was set back on her feet in the Wall*Basket parking lot. Tim was a little disoriented but still saw six hundred people milling around the parking lot in costumes. No, she corrected herself, they have been changed like me. "Lets get organized by sections, everybody." Yelled Agent Scully from on top of a Buick. "Super heroes over here!" Nathan Downs yelled from behind Tim. Then other sections yelled out locations and slowly people sorted out. "Everybody talk with each other and try to figure out what we all have in common." Mulder yelled from the bed of a pickup. "First off, lets reintroduce ourselves. I'm Nathan Downs." The tall blond said. "Mike Lee." Said an oriental girl in a yellow trench coat. Each person introduced themselves until it came down to Tim. "Tim Donovan. I don't know what happened. I got drunk at the bar, and went for some punch when someone said it had been spiked. I don't remember much beyond that." "Yeah, I had the spiked punch and blacked out too." Some one said from the nearby cluster of Star Trek costumes. Suddenly everybody was nodding. "What was it spiked with, Estrogen?" Someone yelled. "No. Some women became men, men became women, and some people didn't change gender." A slim red headed woman said while melting designs in the asphalt with a finger. "All the people who changed gender seem to have been those that were in on the bet." A ferengi said. "Not true. I wasn't, I got this Spiderman costume and now I'm female." Tim said. "Come here for a second." A white haired, blue eyed, black woman said. Tim reluctantly went over to her. She took the mask off and looked inside, checked the gloves and finally Tims collar. "I thought so. Somebody gave you the wrong costume pal. This is the new edition Spider-GIRL costume. She is a new character in a comic, she's Spidermans daughter. Tough break, most of us knew we were wearing womens costumes, sorry man." Tim turned scarlet with embarrassment. "Okay, so who ever drank the spiked punch became what they were dressed as. Now we have to figure out who spiked the punch." Supergirl said. "Yeah and beat the livin' shit out of Oem." Someone yelled. "No, I doubt who ever did this knew what would happen." Scully yelled. "Someone dressed as that vampire hunter guy played by Wesley Snipes did it." A Klingon yelled. "I didn't know this was going to happen. I won the bottle in a poker game the other day against some red head. We were playing at a table down at the mall. She said she would bet the vodka in a hand. I won, and someone said I should bring it to the party." Blade fessed up. "Did she tell you anything else?" "Just that it was better than normal vodka. She also said that she'd take care of any legal trouble it caused. I figured she meant if she got caught betting liquor. When my girlfriend woke up as a man and I woke up like this, I freaked. I was trying to figure out what to do when my girlfriend noticed an envelope under the door. It was a letter from the government telling us that the error in their computer records had been corrected and we could get our new licenses at the DMV. We stopped at the DMV on the way here and got our licenses, both said male on them. Everybody who knows me recognizes me and remembers me as I used to be, but all my records have been changed." "Big deal, at least you get to still be a man." Complained Lara Croft. "But I was a woman before." Whined Blade. "But... You said.... But your girlfriend. Oh... My... that's disgusting." Stammered Donna Reed, taking a step away from Blade. "PI-KA-CHUUU!" Donna Reed was given a massive shock by the little yellow pokemon she had almost stepped on. "So as far as the law is concerned we can all go about our lives. The personal lives may be harder, but nothing much can be done about it. I suggest we get together with our friends and start with those we know who were also changed. From there on in your on your own." Mulder said, ignoring the little interruption by Donna Reed. People began to break off and look for friends. Tim managed to find everybody she ate lunch with and two racket ball buddies. The eight of them went into the caffeteria and found a table to sit at. Arnold Johnston from accounting was Ezri Dax the Trill, Mike McMillian from advertising (Tims section) was Blink the comic book heroine with lavender skin. Greg Louis, also from advertising, unfortunately had chosen to dress as Penance, the mute red haired pink skinned girl with razor sharp and diamond hard skin. Two of the ladies were lucky enough to have been dressed as women, unfortunately they were not human women. Sara Parker was dressed as Mystique, while Fiona Thornton chose Lyja Storm, the shape-shifting Skrull and the Human Torches wife. Sally McMurphy from accounting had chosen to be Commander Data the android from Star Trek: TNG. Mark Frey had decided to go dressed as Chani the Freman warrior woman from the movie Dune, and wasn't too happy about being stuck that way. "What do we do now?" Mike asked, combing her straight hair back from her green eyes. Greg shrugged while whittling in the table top with her fingers. "Sara and I are lucky, we can shape-shift into more normal looking people. I wish we knew how to make it as easy for the rest of you." Fiona said, trying to help. Mark just glared at her with her blue within blue eyes. "You mean you have powers?" Tim asked, surprised. "Yeah, you should too." Sara said. "I am really an android now." Sally said, removing her right arm and then reattaching it, to prove it was true. "I have memories of being other people, and remember how a replicator works." Arnold offered. "Watch this." Mike said, raising her hand which disappeared up to the elbow. Tim felt a tickle along the bridge of her nose, then someone tapped Tim on the shoulder. Turning around she was so startled by the disembodied hand hovering there that she jumped. She jumped twenty five feet in the air and clung to the wall. "Sorry." Mikes lavender cheeks turned a dark violet. "How do I get down?" Tim asked, more then a little annoyed. "You see those bracelets you have?" Mike asked. "Yeah, so." "Point your index finger and your pinky at the ceiling and push on the palm of your hand with your ring and middle fingers." *thwip* A long white rope attached to the ceiling from Tims wrist. Taking the hint she climbed down. "That was interesting. You know, things are looking up. Maybe, we should mingle with others and see what we can do for each other and maybe figure something out about ourselves we didn't know. Who knows, fame, fortune or love may come our way." Tim said putting her mask and gloves on. "That would be the most constructive use of our time." Sally said with a smile. All around them people were flying about the room, teleporting, turning invisible, dueling with bat'leths or light sabers, and any number of other strange things. Sally found, Dan, the droid girl from Aliens: Resurrection (Wynonna Ryder) and fell in love. They all found love, and prosperity in differant ways, but that is another story. ***** The door bell rang while Ron was making dinner, in other word pouring the milk on his cereal. He opened his front door and saw a beautiful woman standing outside. Her long curly red hair was tied back from her pale fey facial features. Her green eyes seemed as bottomless as her smile was brilliant. A delicate arm covered in a gray silk sleeve reached into the pocket of her green vest covered in golden runes. She pulled out a business card and said, "I am a part owner of a business that provide a number of gifts and services all over the country. Please think of us for your next purchase, you can also visit our web site listed on the card." Ron just nodded as she turned around and softly walked away, her gray mocassins making no noise. He watched as her brown hip hugging cotton pants displayed her rump in magnificent detail. She gave a slight giggle which made the unicorn embroidered on the back of her vest look like it was alive with movement. Shaking his head, Ron looked down at the card and saw that it was empty. Not a dot of ink on either side. Grabbing a pen he hurried after her, but was unable to see her anywhere. He was walking down the sidewalk with the blank card in one hand and a pen in the other, his mind wandering to the view he had seen as she had walked away. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the person in front of him till they collided. "Excuse me." He offered in apology. The woman in front of him turned around and saw Ron holding the pen and paper. "So you recognized me. I'll sign this, but only because your kind of cute." She winked a crystal blue eye as she took the card and pen. She quickly scribbled a signature on the card, returned them, and walked off with a smile. Ron looked down at the card and saw the signature: Cameron Diaz. "Wow." Was all he could say as he walked home. He tucked the card in his shirt pocket and closed his front door. He saw the soggy cereal sitting on the counter in the kitchen and started to pour a new bowl when he felt heat coming from his shirt pocket. He put the cereal away and grabbed the milk from the fridge. Holding the bowl in one hand he poured the milk with the other while walking to the Television room. The heat in his pocket became uncomfortable but he had his hands full and no place to set the milk or bowl down. When his shirt pocket burst into flames he could think of nothing else to do then pour the milk on himself. The flames went out but now the milk mixed with the ink of the signed card and began to run down his shirt in black streams. To his amazement the liquid began to soak into his clothes and then disappear. He watched the inky mess until his vision was obstructed, what blocked his view was a pair of breast expanding inside his shirt. Dropping the milk and the bowl he ran to the bathroom and the mirror on the shower door. When he got there it was obvious what was happening, his image began to resemble Cameron Diaz more and more each second. There was no sign of milk or ink on his clothes any longer. With trembling hands he removed the clothing, and saw the stain spread across his skin and being absorbed. He saw his genitals shrivel and disappear into his body, as the breasts stopped growing and finally the changes were complete. Staring back from the mirror was Cameron Diaz in the nude. Nervously she reached inside her shirt pocket on the floor and pulled a slightly soggy card. Emblazoned on the front in a rainbow of colors were the words: R. Kanes Nik-Naks. Items beyond imagining. Do you believe in magic? ***** The Tau Sigma Chi house, at the University of Ohio, was throwing the biggest party on campus, if it was illegal it would be there. Underage drinking, gambling, hookers, Obasil' smoking and much much more. Any guy on campus who wasn't dead, and a few who were, was going. Justin tutored for several of the Tau Sigma Chi brothers and they often invited him to the parties. They didn't really care if he showed up or not, but it was only fair to invite him, considering all the times he had saved one of them from failing out of school. Justin wasn't much of a drinker but he did enjoy drinking game involving questions, mainly because most got blazed before he even got a buzz. On this occasion Justin decided to join the party, he didn't want to be the only one not there. As soon as he walked in the door several guys called him over to a table in front of the TV. "We've got a new game for ya. You'll never beat us this time." A big brute smiled. "We'll see about that." Justin said calmly, he hated people saying he couldn't do things. "Okay it will start in several seconds, so listen quick. Who wants to be a millionaire is coming on soon and we worked out this game. When a question is asked we all write down our answer on our tablet, when they give the answer those who got it wrong take a shot of tequila for each of those who got it right. Come on take your seat." One of the others explained, pointing at the table of five. "Alright, prepare to make drunken fools of yourselves." Justin said, accepting the challenge. Justin was the only one to get the first three right, the fourth was a sports question. Not knowing a lot about sports he got it wrong, all the others got it right. After his five shots, he was much less confident. The next one he alone got it right, the sixth and seventh question were harder and he couldn't think clearly. The others got both questions right so he had ten more shots. After another few questions Justin fell out of his chair trying to get the pen and paper to come together. "Game over man." Two blurry rhinos said to him. "Time for phase two." Ox said, removing the tape from the VCR. Two more guys picked Justine up and carried him out side to a van. Justin watched as most people stayed at the party, but the three guys who always lost to him at these game climbed into the van with him. He felt the engine start and bounced around like a rag doll every time they hit a bump. Justins world went black shortly after the road trip began. Justin woke up with a throbbing headache, his mouth felt like it was full of sand, and it was. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around, it was dark but still fairly warm. He saw a sign nearby with big white letters: Miami Beach. This was a surprise and woke him up a little more, he felt weak, sick, and very sore. Bringing one hand to his forehead to stop the pounding, he was a little surprised to see long slender fingers and a slim forearm. There was no sign of his big knuckled pudgy hands left there, when he put his hand to his head he felt long curly hair brush against his wrists. He pulled a long strand of it down in front of him and saw light brown curly hair with dark red highlights. Trying to make sense of it all was not working out, the gritty sand was beginning to irritate his very sore, bare chest. Setting his delicate looking hands on the ground he weakly pushed himself up, and was shocked by the feeling of swaying from his chest. Looking down his heart skipped a beat at the sight of two large breast giggling beneath him as he moved. Beyond those creamy colored mountains he saw his legs encased in skin tight jeans. Getting unsteadily to his feet he moved his hand to his now slender waist and undid the jeans, sticking his hand into them, no underwear and no male parts could be found, just a soft tuft of red hair. Frenetically he dug around in his pants hoping he was mistaken. As his hand came to the side of his widened pelvis he heard and felt paper crinkle inside his pocket. He pulled out the poorly folded letter and began to read. J You have made fun of us once too often. We may not be geniuses like you but at least we didn't lose our heads (the little ones). Its amazing what new technology has been developed, take nano-technology for example. Who would have thought that a single shot in the arm could turn a pudgy, pasty faced nerd like you into such a wet dream. Hope you enjoy the new body, we certainly did. We left you a copy of the tape in your book bag along with some new clothes, after all we owe you for all your tutoring help. Tau Sigma Chi brothers, Ox, Dan, Eric, Andy and Steve. P.S. After the night you had last night I'd take a pregnancy test right away. Justin picked up the book bag to look inside, but something caught his eye. In the sand underneath the book bag was a small syringe. He picked up the needle and examined it closely. It was completely empty, but on the side was printed a small message: R.Kanes Nik-Naks, Nano-technology department. Visit our web sight at: http://do.ubelieve.com/magic/R.Kane We help get you on your feet again. Justin wondered how they had managed to print so much on such a small syringe. When he looked again the print had changed. Use a local cyber cafe. We have an apartment, college records, and job for you. Plus if you act now you can get any of our items from the online catalog at half price. Justin could think of a few frat boys who would be getting gifts in the mail from R.Kanes Nik-Naks. Pulling out a bra and blouse Justin smiled and headed for the nearest buildings in hope of finding directions to a cyber cafe. Her foot steps were light as she whistled ODo You Believe in Magic'. ***** Sgt. Alex Sanderson sat at the recruitment table next to another member of her unit. They had been given this job a week ago in light of their current condition. Pregnancy was the only reason any of them had ever needed medical services, not one of her crew had been so much as wounded in the line of duty. She was very proud of the fact that her unit had been instrumental in the war against China, Cuba and Western Russia now under the rule of The Oligarchy of United Russian Mafia. The two women watched as five men entered the recruitment center. "Hello ladies, me and my buddies here wanna join up. I don't suppose your going to be my C.O. ?" "Not Likely. Please fill out the proper forms here and return them to me when you are done." Sgt. Sanderson said. Ten minutes later they returned their forms, and waited for further instructions. "As you know, we are in need you very much. So we will waste no time in getting you to training camp. If you'll follow me, we'll get you into a transport headed for the nearest base." She smile as she looked at their forms. When they arrived at the nearest training camp, in Seattle, Sgt. Sanderson lead the five men toward a briefing room. In the back of the room was a tall gray haired Colonel. "Welcome to the U.S. Army training camp. All of you have volunteered for training in our Special Op.s division. We will begin as soon as the doors are closed. Sgt. if you would please." He said reaching into a desk drawer. Sgt. Sanderson left the room and closed the door. For the first time the thirty men in the room realized that there were no windows and only the one set of doors. The darkness was impenetrable, and the sound of the doors locking had a kind of dooming finality to it. Sgt. Alex Sanderson went down the line of unconscious men, face down on their beds, filling out charts on the end of their beds. Name, blood type, spine length and special skills from the enlistment forms. Then after comparing the information to another list she assigned each man a number. "Major, their ready." She yelled. "Alright, Donald Clemont. Number 253 will be preped and ready in the OR. If you could wheel his bed there, I'll scrub and be in shortly." The Major said, before leaving the room. Alex wheeled the unconscious man into the OR, and right up next to a young woman face down on the operating table. The womans back had been cut open and her spinal column had been removed, several wires ran from th