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Ever had one of those days? I've been sitting on this for a couple of weeks because work has been in the way. Last night I finally managed to find some time to make another pass. Those who archive stories freely may do so, if you so wish. Just let me know where it's going to be. And don't make any changes in the text. Hope you all enjoy it. Bill [email protected] Grandma's Old Ring by Bill Hart "This is a load of crap," said Jake Harrison into the air, knowing no one was listening to him. He was annoyed with his mother for sending him upstairs to clean out close to a ton of old junk stored in the attic. Although he'd loved played up there when he'd been little, he hadn't been in the attic for several years. He hadn't been up there since his parents had stashed most of his Grandma Bollen's stuff up there after she'd died. And it wasn't long afterward that his parents would no longer allow him to play in the attic. He'd argued with his parents about it for a while - as kids usually do when they think the grownups are wrong - but after a while he finally quit arguing. It was so tiring being told 'no' all the time. Bored, Jake finally went off somewhere else to play; the attic was soon forgotten. Cleaning out the attic might not have bothered him as much as it was, but he'd made other plans for the day. Along with his best friend Ron Winslow, he'd been planning to go up to the deserted shack he'd found on the northern end of some land his parents had inherited from Grandma Bollen. It wasn't much; it was just a small shack with a pair of equally small rooms. One of the rooms was completely bare; the other contained only a pair of old cots. But none of that mattered; going there promised to be fun. The last time he'd been there, the place looked as if it might have been deserted for several years. And even better, it should be the perfect place to hang out, as well as escape the ever-watchful eyes of his parents. But now he wouldn't be able to go; he had to clean out all this old stuff first. Jake figured his mother should be the one cleaning this stuff out, not him. After all, Grandma Bollen had been her mother. But she and his father had probably run off to some new rummage sale somewhere. Jake wouldn't have been surprised if they were picking out some new stupid junk that would simply replace this junk from the attic he was throwing out. The biggest problem facing Jake was simply having no idea what to throw away or what to keep. If he kept something his parents thought should have been pitched, they'd be mad at him. But he also knew if he tossed something he should have kept, his folks would be just as mad at him. From Jake's point of view, he couldn't win. "Damn it," swore Jake, as the bottom fell out of the first box he picked up. After retrieving another box from downstairs, Jake slowly sorted through its contents - it was mostly musty old clothes - as he picked things up from the floor before tossing them into the new box. He was surprised to find a small, really old, book among all the clothes. Slowly running his hand across its cover, Jake found the word "Diary" under all the dust. The book had a small lock on it, but he couldn't find the key that went with it on the floor. But deciding to take a chance, he tried opening it. He was surprised when the lock simply popped open. "It must be old age," muttered Jake. Not much was written on any of the pages and much of what was written was illegible. But there was enough to conclusively identify the book as his Grandma Bollen's diary. Jake wondered in what language his grandmother had written. But then, in the back of the diary, Jake found several loose, but carefully folded, papers. Very oddly, one of them - it also had his name scribbled on it - felt like it might have something wrapped inside it. Wondering what he might find, he quickly unfolded it and found an old odd-looking ring. It was a really ugly thing; it had a very simple, although severely tarnished, setting with a stone that looked like someone had taken a large hammer to a marble. But there was also something written on the paper that had covered the ring. And as soon as Jake began reading what was written, he was both stunned and surprised by its contents. It was a message - for him - impossibly from his grandmother. Dear Jake, I'm terribly sorry about the bottom of the box falling out, but I knew in time that this ring would decide it had to seek you out; it never really trusted your mother all that much. But I'm not surprised that my daughter - your mother - would eventually decide to send you up here to finally clear out all my old things from the attic instead of doing it herself years ago as she should have when I died. But you really must forgive her, Jake. Your mother has always been like that. When your friend Ron Winslow gets here, the two of you should just leave and go where you were planning on going. You'll have lots of fun there - believe me, I know. I also know this old ring is no where near as pretty as it once was, but that's really for the best - trust me. It's still mighty powerful. Even as it is now, it will grant your every wish, provided your wish involves living things. Should you wish for a small rock to become a nugget of gold, it will simply remain a small unimpressive rock; rocks just aren't alive. On the other hand, if you wish that annoying little cat of yours that you never really wanted anyway to be a dog, then it will become one. However, despite its new appearance, it will still think itself a cat and act like one until you wish it to act like the dog you made of it. Good luck, Jake. But you must be very careful today. Evil is afoot. And also remember, don't trust anyone you don't know. Love, Grandma P.S. I really hope you and Ron have a lot of fun out at the old line shack. I know I always did. As a young girl I went out there all the time just to get away from my parents and be by myself. Jake stared at the note - re-reading it several times. "This makes no sense," he muttered, while absently putting the other papers in his shirt pocket without opening them. "Evil is afoot? This must be a joke," mumbled Jake. "This must be one of dad's really dumb practical jokes." Besides, now that he'd had some time to consider what he'd read, many things in the note defied logical sense. How could Grandma Bollen have possibly known he and Ron were going up to that old line shack? But how could she have possibly known anything about Ron at all? Ron had only moved into the neighborhood a little over four years ago, which was almost three years after Jake's grandmother had died. "Grandma could have never met Ron." Nor could she have possibly known where he and Ron were going today. And she certainly couldn't have known about Freeway, although she'd certainly pegged correctly - Freeway was definitely an annoying cat. But he'd only had that stupid cat - he'd always wanted a dog - for just over three years. And yet... he easily recognized his grandmother's signature. Jake was suddenly glad there was no one else in the house. If anyone were to catch him attempting wishes on an old ring, they'd probably think he'd slipped a cog somewhere. He slipped the ring onto his finger - it was surprisingly a perfect fit - but, not really knowing what to expect, he didn't feel any different. "Maybe I need to make a wish." He looked at the boxes. "I wonder," he whispered. "I wish that everything my parents consider worthless junk in all of these boxes would vanish." But nothing seemed to happen; the boxes just sat there undisturbed. A quick peek into a couple of them confirmed his suspicions - everything was right where it had been before; nothing had vanished. "This really was just one of dad's stupid jokes," snarled Jake. "But it definitely isn't very funny." But then, Jake remembered that his grandmother's note had also stated the ring could only affect living things. Obviously, nothing had happened, because nothing lived in any of that junk, except for maybe a few assorted insects and spiders. His parents would have considered them worthless junk and his wish would have consequently eliminated them. "Meow," mewed Freeway the cat as he sauntered into the room, strolling about as if he owned the place. "Typical stupid cat," muttered Jake in mild annoyance. But all of a sudden he began grinning. Jake had never wanted a cat in the first place, but, for reasons they'd never explain to him, his parents would not allow him to own a dog. He'd even named the cat Freeway in the hope that one day he might run off trying to find one. And the note had used Freeway - even if not by name - as an example of something he could wish for. "Freeway, I wish you were a dog." There was an odd shimmering in the air around Freeway, which faded almost as quickly as it began. After everything else had returned to normal, Freeway looked like a dog - a shaggy mutt really. As he looked up at Jake, the new dog appeared very confused. "Meow?" asked Freeway plaintively - an unusually odd sound coming from a dog. Very catlike, Freeway rubbed up against Jake's legs. And then he continued slinking around the room as he'd always done as a cat. Jake had never seen any dog even attempt walking like that; Jake wondered if it hurt. "Wow! This old ring really worked. You now look exactly like a dog, Freeway, but you sure don't act like one." Jake once again thought about the note his grandmother had left him. "But I wonder... Freeway, you will now act and react as if you've always been a dog." "Woof! Woof!" barked Freeway, his tail wagging happily, as he jumped up and down against Jake's leg. "Now that's much better." Jake leaned over and petted his new dog. And Freeway quickly replied by eagerly licking his face. Jake heard the doorbell. As he headed downstairs to answer the door, his dog Freeway followed faithfully behind. And after opening the door, his friend Ron Winslow stepped inside. Freeway growled menacingly at the new arrival. "Where did you find that butt ugly old mutt, Jake?" "Freeway?" "I think you should have left him there, dude," replied Ron. "It would have been a much kinder fate." "Not on the freeway. That is Freeway." Ron looked at his friend askance. "Whoa there, dude. You can't possibly mean that dog is Freeway... as in Freeway your cat?" "That's exactly what I mean." "Did you hit your head on something hard today?" asked Ron. "That is a dog; he's a really ugly mutt, but he's still a dog. And Freeway is a cat, dude. Or did you somehow just forget that?" Freeway barked at Ron, almost as if he were attempting a confirmation of his canine status. "See. What did I tell you? That's definitely a dog, dude." "But he was a cat before you arrived. I just made a wish," said Jake, quickly deciding it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Ron about the power of his new ring. "And then poof, Freeway was a dog instead of a cat." "A wish? Okay - if you say so," replied Ron dubiously. "But are you really sure you're all right, dude?" Freeway growled at Ron again. "I'm fine, but I guess I'll just have to show you." Jake turned to his new dog Freeway. "Don't worry about this, I'll change you back into a dog in a little while, Freeway. But right now I'm afraid I need to show Ron your old catty self. Freeway, I wish you would return completely to your previous feline self." To Ron's surprise, the air shimmered around the dog. As had happened previously, when everything settled back to normal again, Freeway - his old catty self again - sat calmly licking his paws. But after turning and looking up at Jake for just an instant, one frightened feline suddenly took off like a scared jackrabbit heading for parts unknown. "Wow!" exclaimed Ron. "That ugly mutt must have really been your cat Freeway. Even as ugly as he was, I still think I like him better as a dog; cats are so sneaky. But I don't think he likes me very much, dude." "Even as a cat, Freeway never really liked you, Ron. He more or less tolerated you," replied Jake. "But don't worry about it; I'll take care of that little detail as soon as I change him back into a dog. I'll even try to make him more presentable. But until he comes back, why don't we head out to that old shack I was telling you about." "That's fine with me. But you're going to have to drive, dude. My sister dropped me off." "That's no problem. We'll probably need my truck to get up there anyway." Jake paused a moment, then smiled. "But speaking of your sister; how is Donna?" "About the same as always, I guess," said Ron, as he slowly shook his head. "But I really don't know why you keep asking about Donna, dude. She's a senior; you aren't. You know how seniors are. Donna doesn't even know you exist. And I really don't think she even cares whether or not you exist. But why should she? She's just hooked her latest prize - Eddie Lorgant, captain of the football team." "Oh," replied Jake. He went to his room to change shirts - the one he'd been wearing had become a dust magnet. He tossed the contents of his pockets onto his dresser and the shirt he'd been wearing onto his bed. After rejoining Ron, he locked up the house and the two of them headed down to Jake's truck. Once inside the cab, Jake turned the ignition key - nothing happened. "What the hell is wrong? I just had a damn tune-up," swore Jake, as he popped the hood to take a look. But as soon as he lifted the hood, he swore again, "Shit! Goddamn it! My dad removed my spark plug wires. I'm afraid we aren't going anywhere in my truck until they return." "That's too bad, dude," smiled Ron. "I was really looking forward to seeing this little deluxe hideaway shack of yours, you know." Ron peeked under the hood. "Wow, dude. Your dad ripped off all eight wires. Didn't he realize that taking one would have been enough?" Ron shook his head. "From what you told me about this place before, I doubt we could get out there now without using a horse, dude." Ron looked over at Jake. "I don't suppose you've got a horse hidden around here someplace. Or do you, dude?" "And just where would I keep a horse around here, Ron? I had enough trouble trying to get a dog and all I wound up with was that stupid cat." But suddenly Jake had an idea. "But, you know something, maybe I just might have access to one." He looked at his friend. "Ron, I wish you had the shape and form of a horse." Jake was startled as the air immediately around his friend began shimmering, grew more opaque, and finally began to expand. Although everything was kind of blurry as he looked through the shimmering bubble around his friend, it quickly became obvious that Ron had begun changing. Although the details were rather fuzzy, Ron's nose and mouth extended farther outward, even as his ears shifted back on his head and reshaped. As his chest extended, it also expanded. His hands and feet reshaped into hooves. And after his arms extended to match the length of his legs, the altering Ron fell to all fours. When the shimmering effect about Ron finally ceased, Jake stared in wonder at the rather large horse standing right where his friend had been. Ron had completely vanished. And beneath the horse was a pile of shredded clothes lying where they'd fallen as he'd changed. "Whoa there, dude," said Ron. "You know, this being a horse thing feels really weird, dude." He shook his head, sending his new mane flying. "Ron!" exclaimed Jake in utter amazement. "You can still talk." "Of course I can still talk, dude. Why shouldn't I be able to talk?" asked the equine Ron. "I mean, I was always able to talk before I became a horse. Talking seems a little bit harder now that I'm a horse, but if Mr. Ed can be a horse and talk, then so can I, dude." Ron shook his head again. "But just for my own peace of mind, would you mind telling me just how long you plan on keeping me a horse?" "I was thinking I could ride you up to the old shack and then change you back into you once we were up there." "That sounds way cool," replied Ron. "But I don't know about this riding on my back thing though. I haven't been a horse very long, you know, and it still feels pretty weird. Let's see if I can simply walk first." Ron quickly stumbled as he took a small hesitant step. "There's no way we're going anywhere real fast, dude. I think we'll have to stay here until I learn more about walking like a horse." "Maybe I can fix that for you too," replied Jake. "Ron, you will now be completely comfortable being a horse. You will also have the coordination of a thoroughbred. Ron shuddered briefly. He took a small step, then another larger step with steadily increasing confidence. "Wow, dude! This feels really great." He suddenly reared up on his hind legs. "Heigh-ho, Silver," he cried, before sprinting off down the road for several hundred yards and just as quickly returning. "That's much better, dude. Now I'm really ready to go find this shack of yours. Just climb on board. If you'll show me the way, then I'll get you wherever you want to go, dude." ***** Ron and Jake actually arrived outside the old shack faster than they could have driving Jake's truck. Ron's being a horse meant being able to cut across several fields along the way where his truck wouldn't have been allowed. In addition, they'd avoided stopping at any of the traffic lights; traveling on established roads hadn't been necessary. And as they arrived at the shack, Ron the horse wasn't even breathing hard. "That was one really great trip, dude," said Ron. "Have you got any idea how great it feels being able to run so fast or for so long?" "Not really." "Then why don't you wish yourself into a horse just like me and give it a try, dude?" asked Ron. "Then we could race each other, dude, but I'd bet I'll be faster than you. I really think you'd enjoy how good being a horse makes you feel." "No thanks," replied Jake. "I'll take your word for it. But I think I'll pass on becoming a horse for the time being." "Whatever you want, dude. But you'll be missing out on one truly awesome experience." "Are you ready to be changed back into you, Ron? Or would you rather stay a horse a while longer?" "Staying a horse is really tempting, but I guess I'd better change back. As a horse, I'll never fit inside that small shack." Jake smiled at his equine friend. "Ron, I wish you were now your normal human self once again." The shimmering of the air around the horse started again, although this time it began contracting about the horse. Meanwhile, inside the fuzzy bubble Ron began changing back from the larger horse into himself. But there was one small glitch in this reverse procedure that neither of them had been anticipating. The restored Ron was totally naked; his clothes were still lying in shreds back at Jake's parents' place. "I didn't notice it before you changed me back, but damn it's cold out here," shivered the restored Ron. "By the way, what happened to my clothes, dude?" "They're still back at my house, Ron; that is, the tatters they became as you stretched and outgrew them as you were transforming into a horse are still there." "That's just great, dude," sighed Ron. "So why don't you wish me up some warm clothes quickly before I freeze." "I wish that Ron were fully clothed exactly as he was before he became a horse." But nothing happened. "I guess I can't." And then Jake remembered something from his grandmother's note. "I can't wish for clothing, Ron. I can only make wishes affecting living things. But maybe there are some clothes inside the shack you can borrow." The boys hurried into the shack. "Where's the heater? It's not really much warmer in here, dude," said Ron. "There had better be some clothes lying around for me to wear or you'll probably have to change me into something that doesn't wear clothes to keep warm." One of the cots was bare. But on the other one sat what appeared to be an old, but possibly newly abandoned, knapsack. Wondering where it had come from - he'd never seen it before - Jake picked it up. "Just maybe you'll get lucky for once in your life, Ron." But after undoing the fastenings of the knapsack and peeking inside, he quickly added, "But on the other hand, maybe you won't." "So what's in that bag?" asked Ron. "Are there any clothes?" "Yeah, there are few items of clothing," replied Jake hesitantly. "But I really doubt you're going to be thrilled wearing any of them." "I'll make that decision, dude," said Ron. "Just let me see what's inside." "Okay." Jake handed Ron the knapsack. "I can't wear any of this stuff," said Ron, as he peeked inside before pulling out a matching set of sweatshirt and sweatpants from inside. "It's not that I don't like wearing sweats, but these are way too small for me. Besides that, they're pink." "I told you, you wouldn't like any of them," replied Jake. "They looked kind of small before, but now that you've pulled them out of the bag, they look even smaller then I figured; at the very least, they've got to be three or four sizes too small for you." "You can say that again," shivered Ron. "But I'd guess they'd be just about the right size for my sister Donna." But after quickly scanning the shack, Ron saw no other clothing alternative. "Can you can still do that wish thing?" he asked his friend. "If you can, then maybe you could wish me into a smaller version of me so these small sweats will fit me. Then I'll take them off when we get ready to leave again. And no one will ever know I ever wore these pink sweats." "That's a good idea, Ron. I can certainly try wishing you smaller. With the right wish, it should work. And I think I know exactly how to word it. Ron, I wish you were the size you were... when you were eleven years old." The shimmering effect began again, once more settling around Ron and then compressing its and his height almost a foot. When the changes had finished, Ron stood just about the same height - possibly even an inch or so shorter - as his older sister Donna. He also resembled a typical eleven-year-old boy. Ron quickly scrambled into the sweats, which definitely fit better now that he was smaller. And, even if they were pink, they were decidedly warmer than standing around buck naked. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind, dude. I'm not too keen on this idea of being eleven again." He looked down at the pink sweats he was wearing. As he picked at the front of his borrowed sweatshirt, he began worrying about its owner. Although they seemed the perfect fit for him, both the shirt and the pants seemed oddly stretched out of shape in several places. "I feel just like a kid, dude," said Ron, his voice still unchanged. "But can't you do something to make me look a little older than eleven?" "I suppose I could give it a try, Ron," replied Jake. "But as soon as I wish you to be older, you'll probably just grow taller again and the sweats won't fit." And then suddenly, remembering what Ron had said a little earlier, Jake grinned. "I've just had a really great idea, Ron. Are you ready?" Ron slowly nodded his head. As far as he was concerning, anything would be better than being eleven again. "Okay. Here goes," smiled Jake. "Ron, I wish you were your normal age again, but, instead of looking like you, you will appear exactly like your sister Donna." "What?" exclaimed Ron in surprise, as the shimmering overtook him once again. Although the bubble didn't seem to become any shorter - in fact, it and Ron inside it remained pretty much the same height - the shape within the shimmering bubble began subtly altering. But as soon as the disturbance around Ron had begun to fade, Jake could easily see that his friend had very definitely been altered. Just as he'd wished, Ron could now easily pass for his older sister's identical twin. "Why the hell would you do this to me, dude?" he asked in his own unaltered male voice. "I just wanted to be older than eleven." As his hands slowly traced the new contours of his chest and down his sides, he shook his head in total disbelief. "I'm not eleven, but you wished me into a girl, dude." His hand slowly ran through his dark shoulder-length hair. "This wasn't what I meant at all." "Just relax, Ron," smiled Jake. "It's all only temporary. I can change you later. And besides, you don't look so bad wearing pink this way." "Very funny," mumbled Ron. But after slipping one of his hands into his sweatpants, Ron looked over at his friend with sheer disgust. "Jake, how could you do something like that to me? It's gone, you know." Ron sounded angry and totally flustered. "I don't want to be a girl even for a little while. And I sure as hell don't want to be my older sister's twin." "Will you just relax and take it easy, Ron. You really have no need to worry about your vanished manhood; it will return as good as new once I change you back into you." Jake smiled. "But right now you're a girl, Ron. And who was the last girl you knew that had her very own penis?" "I want it back immediately, Jake!" demanded Ron. "I don't want to be a girl. Change me back into a boy right now!" Ignoring his friend's tirade, Jake dumped the remaining contents of the knapsack onto one of cots. "Why don't we see what else was packed in here? A skimpy bikini - you might look really hot in this. Some assorted makeup. And a small mirror. No big surprises given those pink sweats, but it certainly looks like all the stuff in here belongs to a girl... just like you, Ron." Ron flushed bright red. "Change me back this instant, Jake." "Would you just hold on a few minutes," replied Jake. "Ron, I want you to try on some this makeup; you know exactly how to use everything that's here." Without further complaint, Ron deftly picked up the small mirror. And then, one by one, he picked up each item of makeup from the cot and expertly applied it to his face. Once he was finished putting on his makeup, Ron turned and glared angrily at Jake. "Wow! You're looking really good, Ron - even better than Donna. Did you know that I've always wondered what Donna would like as a blond?" asked Jake. "Now I've got a chance to find out. I wish you had blond hair to middle of your back and the pretty blue eyes that go with being a blond." And almost instantly, Ron became a blue-eyed blond. "Will you cut that out!" screamed Ron, as he grabbed a lock of his new long golden hair. "That's enough already. Looking like my sister was already bad enough, but now you've gone and made me look even more feminine, dude." Jake smiled again; he was thoroughly enjoying himself. "Haven't you ever wondered what your sister would look like if she were a little better endowed up top. I know I have. And this is our perfect opportunity to find out," said Jake. "And what's even better, we'll know what she looks like and she'll never even know we know. Ron, I want you to have a firm full pair of 42EE boobs." And, with a widening grin, Jake watched, while his stunned friend Ron's breasts swelled. "This is not at all funny, dude," snarled Ron. "Why are you doing this?" Absently he cupped one his newly enlarged breasts. "Change me back right now!" he ordered, even as a small moan of pleasure escaped his newly painted lips. "You've really got a one track mind, Ron. Did you know that? And that whiny male voice of yours coming out of your beautiful girl mouth is really starting to annoy me. But I'll fix that. I want you to have a sensual soprano female voice. And I also want you to quit calling me dude." "I've had just about enough of all your shit, Jake!" screamed Ron in an exceptionally sultry female voice. Ron clutched at his throat. "What's the matter with my voice?" He turned and looked pleadingly at his friend. "Jake please, you must make me sound normal again. And while you're at it, change me back to normal too." "You've really got to learn to relax, Ron," replied Jake. "Try to loosen up a little bit. I'm just having a little harmless fun; you should too." Jake smiled. "And I think I know the perfect way for you to unwind. I want you to try using all your feminine wiles to get whatever you want from me, Ronny." Ron's eyes glazed over momentarily. As his awareness returned, he smiled warmly at his friend. "Please, Jakey," purred Ron in his sexiest tones. "Please change me back into myself, Jakey dear. Please. Pretty please, Jakey." Ron strolled casually over to Jake and kissed him fully on the lips. "There's a lot more of that just waiting for you if you'll only change me back, Jakey sweetie. Please, Jakey honey. I don't want to be a girl." "Well I don't know, Ronny." Ron stared at his friend with frustrated exasperation. "But you just must change me back, Jakey darling," he pouted. All of a sudden, Ron pulled his sweatshirt over his head, baring his large firm breasts. "We'll just see about you not giving me what I want, Jakey Harrison." Ron smiled seductively at his friend. "I see that's caught your attention, Jakey. And after quickly dropping his sweatpants to the floor, Ron tackled Jake, then began smothering his friend with kisses. "I may not want to be a girl, Jakey, but maybe a little good clean healthy sex will help you see things my way." ***** "I can't fucking believe it!" Ron glared icy daggers at Jake, his hands resting sensuously on his hip. "You raped me, you goddamn asshole. How could you do that to me? I thought you were my best friend." "I did not rape you, Ron," replied Jake calmly. "You were the oversexed girl who literally threw herself at me." Ron cringed at Jake's reference to him as an 'oversexed' girl. "But you wished for it all to happen, Jake; it's still all your fault. I would have never done what I did otherwise!" Suddenly the door from the outside was flung open. "Would you two idiots shut the fuck up!" exclaimed a girl about their own age with mousy brown shoulder-length hair. "Who are you?" Jake asked the stranger. "He just raped me, you know," whined Ron. The girl briefly stared at Ron, then shook her head. "I don't think so. And if you wanna know something else, if I were a guy and saw a girl with a really hot bod like yours standing around stark naked just asking for trouble, I might want to rape you too, girl." "But I am not a girl." The girl smiled, as she looked Ron over again. "You certainly could have fooled me, girl." Her eyes darted back and forth between Ron's large breasts and his obviously female crotch. "I can't ever remember seeing any boy that looked like you do. The last naked boy I saw had a penis; you don't. And he certainly didn't have the large healthy pair of boobs you have." Ron blushed, as he pointed a slender finger at Jake. "He did this to me. I don't really know how he did, but somehow he wished me into this girl body. And then he took advantage of me and raped me." "I did not," countered Jake quickly. "If anybody in this room raped anybody else in this room, it was you." "You're a goddamn liar!" exclaimed Ron. "You wished me into wanting to jump your bones and you know it." "Wishes again?" mumbled the girl. "How very interesting." She turned to Jake. "You know something, cute stuff, if you really have this strange wish power your girl thinks you have, then why not wish her into completely forgetting everything you did together?" The girl began to smile. "Or if you'd like, you could simply wish her into thinking she enjoyed herself and wanted more of the same from you." Ron paled and gave the girl a horrified expression. "Don't even think about doing something like that to me, Jake." "You just worry too much, Ron," replied Jake. "But you don't have to worry; I'll fix everything up good as new later. But for the time being I want you to have enjoyed our time together as much as I did. I also want you to think you're now and have always been my girlfriend Rhonda Winslow." Ron's startled eyes glazed over briefly. "Jakey!" exclaimed Rhonda. "I had so much fun being with you earlier. Can we do it all again real soon?" She giggled as she strolled towards Jake, oblivious to everything else around her. Once next to him, she planted a wet juicy one firmly on Jake's lips. "Now isn't that much better than continuing your senseless fight?" chuckled the girl, as she continued watching them from across the small room. Rhonda turned and glared at the girl. "Who are you?" she asked icily. Turning back to Jake, she asked in the same cold tone, "Who is she, Jakey? I thought you said we'd be alone out here. So what is she doing here?" Rhonda looked the girl over the girl, then shook her head. She turned back to Jake and glared. "Don't tell me you've been cheating on me?" she asked. "And with some mousy little thing like her?" she added incredulously. "Of course I haven't been cheating on you, Rhonda. You know I'd never cheat on you," replied Jake. "And I have no more idea who she is or what she's doing here than you do." "I'm Gina," replied the girl. "Gina Augurman." She held out her hand to Rhonda, who ignored the stranger's effort. "I needed a place to stay for a few days and I found this place. It looked totally deserted, so I thought it would be the perfect place to stay for a couple of days; I didn't know it was your secret little rendezvous." "That's okay. There was no real harm done, Gina." Jake turned to Rhonda. "If we're going to have company, why don't you get dressed?" "Okay," replied Rhonda, as she leaned over to pick the sweats up from the floor. "Hey, those are mine," said Gina. "But I don't have anything else to wear." "Why not?" asked Gina curiously. "I'd certainly think if your boyfriend can wish things up out of nothing, then surely he should be able to wish up a few clothes for his girlfriend to wear." "You'd certainly think so; wouldn't you?" replied Rhonda with a small frown directed at Jake. "But Jakey tried wishing up some really sexy clothes for me earlier and it didn't work at all. It seems he can't wish for anything or change anything that isn't currently living. What good are wishes, if your boyfriend can't use them to whip up some very sexy clothes for me to wear?" "Really?" replied Gina, sounding surprised. "How very odd." Rhonda slid over to Jake and kissed him again. "I'll be back as soon as I'm dressed and freshened up a bit, lover. I won't be very long." She turned and glared - a warning to leave her man alone - at Gina, before leaving the room. "Why can't you just wish her up some new clothes, Jake?" "I don't really know. I was told the power wouldn't work that way. And, just as Rhonda told you, it didn't work when I tried earlier." "Then I suppose she can wear my sweats until we go back to town," replied Gina. "Once there, you can buy your girlfriend some new clothes." "When we go back to town, she won't need me to buy her any new clothes," frowned Jake. "She won't need any new clothes. She won't even be Rhonda; I'll have to change her back into Ron before we return." "So she really was a male before? But why should you have to change her back?" asked Gina. "I think you and Rhonda make a perfect couple just the way you are. Why don't you two have some more fun first?" "It would definitely be nice to have more time alone with Rhonda, but I only seem to be able to affect people's memories one at a time. When I changed my cat into a dog, Ron still knew that Freeway was supposed to be a cat. I had to change him back into a cat before Ron would believe I'd changed him into a dog. I suppose I could have used the ring to make Ron believe Freeway had always been a dog. But there are a far too many people in town who would miss Ron before I could get around to changing all their memories." "Ring?" mumbled Gina. "I can see your problem," replied Gina with an odd glint in her eye. "But I've just had an interesting idea. If I have it all straight, in order for Rhonda to stay Rhonda when you return to town, you also need to have Ron around. I've always wondered what it would be like to be male. If you won't mind, maybe you could just transform me into your friend Ron. Then Rhonda could remain Rhonda for a little while longer, and I could find out what being male was like. And no one would even miss Ron, because Ron would still be around." "That's an excellent idea, Gina. But are you sure you wouldn't mind being Ron?" "Sure, I'm sure," smiled Gina. "As I said I've always been curious about being a guy. I can't imagine when I'd ever get another wonderful opportunity like this to find out." "Okay, I'll do it, Gina." As he began looking forward to spending additional time with Rhonda, Jake smiled. "Gina Augurman, I wish you would assume the form and likeness of my best friend Ron Winslow." The air around Gina shimmered. Clearly her shape was altering, as she quickly grew taller within the shimmering bubble. But as soon as the effect about her had faded away, Ron Winslow was standing where Gina Augurman had been previously. "Wow!" exclaimed Gina. "That was an odd effect." She ran her hand across her new flat male chest and then through her short dark brown hair. "It feels very strange being male," she said in her unchanged female voice. "You should also sound like Ron," said Jake. Gina continued running her hands over her new male form. "I've even got my own penis now," she said in Ron's voice. "It's been so long, Jake; I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be a man." "What?" asked Jake in surprise. "Give me the ring, Jake!" Jake didn't want to give Gina his ring. And yet, not knowing why he was doing it, he slowly slid the old ring off his finger and handed it to Gina now in Ron's body. "Thank you very much, Jake. That was far easier than I expected it would be. But it's been a long time since I last held this ring." He carefully looked over the ring. "But it's no wonder you were unable to utilize my ring's full functionality - your grandmother apparently took poor care of it." "You knew my grandmother?" "Knew her - no. But I did know of her?" replied Gina. "I knew she had my ring hidden away somewhere, but I could never find it. There have been several generations of your family born since my ring was taken from me. But even if I'm holding the ring, I'm still totally powerless and incapable of wielding it as a female. After your twenty-first great-grandmother tricked me and took my ring, she used it to lock me into that accursed female form I've now shed with your unwitting help." "Who are you?" "Isn't it obvious, Jake. I'm Ron Winslow - at least, I am now. And that's how you will address me from now on," replied Ron. "My former name was Gorphalt the Augurer, but I'm sure you've never heard of me." Ron placed the ring in the palm of one hand and covered it with the other. After several seconds, he took the ring, examined it briefly, and slid it onto his finger. "That's much better," he commented. "I'm back, Jakey sweetie." Rhonda strolled sexily into the room. "I missed you! Did you miss me while I was gone?" She sauntered over to Jake and kissed him on the lips with the same passion as before. "Our perfect test case has finally returned," smiled Ron. "You should be clothed to showcase that luscious young female body of yours." Rhonda's sweatshirt suddenly began writhing on her body. As it tightened around her bountiful frame, its color darkened to deep crimson. And as its arms faded away, its neckline, both front and back, plunged, leaving behind only two thin straps and exposing her bared back and her massive cleavage. The hemline of the shirt then rode upwards baring her thin waspish waist. The sweatpants quickly followed suit. It darkened to coal black, as its legs merged together. It became increasingly more form-fitting as it slowly slithered up her slender legs. When it finally stopped about the middle of her upper leg, the newly formed skirt revealed a nearly perfect pair of long and slender, slinky feminine legs. And Rhonda was now also wearing open-toed shoes with three-inch heels. "These are really great clothes, Jakey. I just love them, honey." Rhonda smiled, as she slowly ran her hand across the contours of her newly bared waist. "I don't want to complain, but why didn't you make these for me earlier, Jakey sweetie." "I couldn't." Jake turned and looked at the new Ron. "But he very obviously can. But tell me, how could you do that, when I couldn't?" Rhonda looked at her former body. "Where did that girl go? And who are you?" she asked curiously. "You look kind of familiar, but I just can't place where we might have met. But I really want to thank you for giving me these marvelously sexy clothes." "You're most welcome, Rhonda. For now, you may call me Ron." He turned to Jake. "For too many long generations your family has taken poor care of my ring. However, now that it's in my possession again and I'm male, I've fixed those years of neglect." Ron held up his hand so Jake could see the ring. The old tarnished setting sparkled, as if brand new; the crystal was once again an unblemished stone. As Ron put his hand along the side of Rhonda's head, her eyes quickly glazed over, but the awareness behind her eyes swiftly returned. "When did you get here, Ronnie baby?" she asked, walking over and planting a kiss on Ron's lips. "That was just for giving me these new clothes, sweetheart; I really love them. And there will be plenty more thanks coming your way later." Jake glared at Ron. "What did you do to Rhonda?" "Who's Rhonda?" asked the girl, a puzzled expression spreading quickly across her face. Jake stared at her for a moment, then glared back at Ron. "What the hell have you done to her?" "It was just another little experiment; it worked perfectly," replied Ron. "Unlike your feeble attempts, I can easily make changes with my restored ring that affect everyone. She is now who she has always been; she's also who everyone thinks she has always been. She's no longer Rhonda Winslow nor has she ever been." Ron turned to the girl beside him. "Tell my friend Jake who you are, my dear." "I'm Rosalyn Larissa Harrison," replied the girl. "But Jake should have already known that, Ronnie. After all, I am his sister." Jake suddenly paled. "But I don't have a sister. She was supposed to be my girlfriend." "You didn't have a sister before, but you have one now. And you have no real need for such a beautiful girlfriend, so I made her mine. But it just wouldn't have been right for my new girlfriend to also be my sister, so I made her yours. I didn't think you'd mind," explained Ron. "Right this minute - other than the two of us and that will soon be changing - everyone everywhere knows that our pretty Rosalyn here is and has always been your sister." Ron began to grin. "And now it's your turn for a small change of life." Jake suddenly felt strange. But other than a barrage of peculiar new sensations coursing through his body, nothing unusual seemed to be happening to him. And yet, he was beginning to feel better than he'd felt in a long time. "What are you doing to me?" he asked, his voice sounding oddly higher pitched in his ears. "Why don't you take a look for yourself?" Unexpectedly, one of the walls of the shack turned into a mirrored surface. Gazing into the mirror, he saw his old friend Ron and his newly created sister Rosalyn standing beside him. But then, his eyes grew even wider as he realized the other image being reflected was actually he. "This isn't possible!" exclaimed Jake, even as he ran his now long and slender fingers through his long blonde hair and across his bared midriff. Absently cupping his new large breasts, he sighed. "Of course it's possible, my dear," smirked Ron. "I just couldn't leave the last of my jailers unaltered." Ron turned to Rosalyn. "She seems somewhat confused, my love. Perhaps she will feel better if you remind her who she is." Rosalyn smiled. "But shouldn't she already know, Ronnie?" she asked feeling somewhat confused. "Oh well, I guess it's not all that important. You're Josalyn Carissa Harrison, my identical twin sister." Rosalyn went over and put an arm around her new twin. "It's okay, Jos. You're with me and Ron." She turned back to Ron, "See I told you. She already knew exactly who she was, Ronnie." Jake stared at his altered reflection in the mirror. Despite the image his eyes kept sending to his brain, he knew this couldn't possibly be true. And yet, as he cupped one of his new large breasts and felt them respond to his touch, he realized it was true. He was no longer who he'd been; he was a girl. His hair was long and blonde. His waist was impossibly slim. And his chest - there were really big tits hanging firm and proudly from his chest. His appearance was identical in every way - including how he was now dressed - to his new twin sister Rosalyn standing beside him. "Why did you do this to me?" He recognized his new voice; he now sounded just like Rosalyn "It's quite simple, my dear new girl - revenge," replied Ron. "I'd been planning to execute whoever from your family finally set me free, but I've always expected you to be female. Can you imagine a she-wolf being hunted down and killed by the people of your town? "Although I realize now they had little choice, I still find it difficult to believe your family actually entrusted my ring to you - a male. In the hands of a male - perhaps you might have noticed - the ring's power can be unpredictable. However, maybe you're part of reason my own mind has been growing stronger and stronger the last several years. Before you were born, the only things I thought important were finding new ways of getting boys into my bed - it wasn't what I wanted to do; I had no choice but to watch as my mind kept my body occupied. "You are the first and only male of your line to possess this ring in twenty-three generations. But as I said, they had no choice. But when I determined you were also the very last of your line, I decided that killing you would be too kind a fate for you and no where near the satisfactory revenge I've always thought. I've decided you need to suffer just as I have. Besides, I think my hot new girlfriend would never forgive me if I killed her brand new twin sister. But I can't simply erase you from existence either, since that would mean you never released me. "I've had to live as a female for the last twenty-three generations. What better revenge can there be than putting the son, as it were, of my jailer into my former position?" "You can't do this. You won't get away with it." "Of course I can. And of course I will. With my ring I have all the power I'll ever need to do anything I want. You won't live as long as I have, but you and your sister will still live a long time," replied Ron. "Currently only you and I still know you were ever Jake. And, as if you haven't already guessed, that's a situation readily subject to change. "You won't miss remembering your life as Jake. You'll enjoy being Josalyn as much as Rosalyn enjoys being herself. You're both very popular girls, you know. You're far more popular now than Jake or the old Ron could have ever dreamed of being." Ron began grinning, as Jake began lightly caressing his breasts. Jake found nothing wrong with touching his breasts they way he was. Even the strangeness he'd been feeling since his transformation had begun fading. But he'd been told he'd enjoy being Josalyn and if this was what it would be like all the time, Jake knew he would. "But if I remember correctly - and, since it's my script you're following, I should - you have a big date tonight, Josalyn." "A date?" Jake sounded surprised. "With whom?" He shook his head. Jake didn't remember having made a date for tonight. "It's a big surprise for you," replied Ron. "One I know you'll enjoy. But I think you'd better go home right away and start getting ready for tonight. I just know you wouldn't want to keep him waiting." "Him?" mumbled Jake with surprise. "I have a date with a boy?" He shook his head. But as Josalyn faded away, a wide grin of anticipation spreading across her face, she muttered, "Why not? Whoever he is, I hope the boy's up to having a date with me." "Where'd Josalyn go, Ronnie?" asked Rosalyn, noticing her sister was no longer with them. "She said she had to go home right away," grinned Ron. "She said something about having a really hot date tonight." "That's right, she told me about it earlier," replied Rosalyn. "But she didn't say with whom." Suddenly, Rosalyn began to smile. "But if Jos has left that means then we're here all alone; doesn't it?" Her smile grew wider and more playful. "I suppose it does, my dear Ros," he grinned back. "So tell me, lover, just what did you have in mind to pass the time?" ***** Josalyn quietly sat in front of the mirror on the dresser in her room getting ready for her big date. She had a vague impression that something was not as it should be, but she couldn't put her finger on anything specifically wrong. Her day had been a really boring one; she'd spent the whole day going through boxes to clean out some of her grandmother's stuff stored in the attic. That really should have been her mother's job, but she and her father had gone to some rummage sale and would probably come home with an equivalent amount of replacement junk. Even her twin sister Rosalyn, who'd gone somewhere this morning with Ron Winslow, had somehow managed to avoid being roped into the attic cleanup detail. And yet, something still didn't feel quite right. There must be something wrong, but whatever might be wrong just couldn't be overly important. If it were important, then she'd certainly know what was bothering her. Even looking at herself in the mirror didn't make the odd feeling of wrongness disappear, even though she was just as she'd always been. Trying to forget her own apprehensions, she wondered how her sister Ros and Ron Winslow were getting along. Josalyn sighed; she had no idea what her sister saw in that pompous jerk. She couldn't explain what it was, but there was just something about that boy she didn't like. As much as Ros apparently liked him, Josalyn wished her sister would quit seeing him. Something about Ron Winslow just gave her the creeps. And to make matters worse, she was also certain that Ron knew exactly how little she thought of him. Not that whatever Josalyn thought about Ron Winslow would make any difference to anyone, especially Rosalyn - she thought she was in love. But then, Josalyn wasn't now nor could even imagine being interested in someone like him. And why should she ever be interested in him? Ron Winslow was such a jerk. After all Josalyn was now dating Eddie Lorgant, the captain of the football team. Although he was a senior and she was just a junior, she'd still easily stolen Eddie away from that stuck up senior bitch Donna Winslow. Josalyn wondered what had taken Eddie so long to notice her and succumb to her charms. After all, everybody knew she was more attractive than Donna. But that made her wonder. She'd thoroughly disliked Donna Winslow from the first moment they'd met. Could it be her rivalry with and animosity towards Donna might play a part in the reasons she didn't think much of her younger brother Ron. But first things first. She had to get ready for her date with Eddie; there was no time to fuss about that bitch Donna Winslow or her jerk of a brother. Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, she noticed a small folded piece of paper sitting on her dresser. Although it looked strangely familiar, she wondered what it was and where it might have come from. But after cautiously picking it up and unfolding it, she stared at the words written on it. "This must be one of my father's bad jokes," said Josalyn. It was a note - for her - allegedly from her Grandmother Bollen. Dear Josalyn, You didn't remember what I told you, dear. Didn't I tell you not to trust anyone you didn't know? And you went right ahead and trusted that girl Gina anyway. Love, Grandma P.S. But don't start worrying just yet, dear. We're not beaten yet. Everything may still work out for the best in the long run. Josalyn had no idea what this strange note meant. She'd never seen it before now. Nor could she even recall a single time when her grandmother had told her not to trust someone. Grandma wasn't like that; she'd always trusted everyone. But who was this girl Gina she'd mentioned? She didn't know anyone named Gina. And why did it sound like they were fighting somebody? Refolding the odd note, she tossed it back on her dresser. This wasn't her father's joke; she recognized her grandmother's signature. In the morning she'd have to ask Rosalyn about it. Hearing the doorbell ring, Josalyn knew she'd have to interrupt the preparations for her date to answer the door. Ros was still out with that asshole Ron Winslow, while her parents still hadn't returned home from whatever rummage sale they'd managed to find. But she still hoped they'd be happy with all her decisions about what to throw out and what to keep. "Hi Eddie," she smiled warmly, as she opened the door and her boyfriend entered. "Hi Jos," he smiled back. "You look great. Are you ready to go?" "Thank you," she smiled, "but not quite yet, Eddie." She leaned into him, allowing him to kiss her. "But I won't be much longer. Just have a seat; I'll be back in just a few more minutes." She kissed him this time, before turning and disappearing up the stairs. Eddie watched her every move intensely as she ambled up the stairs. "How'd I ever get so lucky to find someone as beautiful and fantastic as Jos?" he mumbled. But after those few brief minutes had passed, Josalyn returned to find Eddie embracing and kissing some unknown girl. She had long and silky dark hair, a large pair of tits, a really nice figure, and was dressed to show off everything she had to the entire world. "You're one totally awesome babe," said Eddie to the unknown girl. "Who the hell are you?" screamed Josalyn at the girl in Eddie's arms. "What the hell are you doing in my house? And why are you kissing my boyfriend Eddie?" "I'm Raena Winslow," smiled the girl sweetly. Josalyn was furious at Eddie and this presumptuous little slut; she wanted to reach out and do some serious hurt to the girl's pretty smiling face. "What do you mean 'your boyfriend', Josalyn?" asked Eddie. "You and I have been good friends for a long time, but - I guess maybe I shouldn't have - I've always thought of you as more like one of the guys." "Me? One of the guys?" muttered Josalyn in disbelief. "Sure. And I thought you knew I've been seeing Raena steadily ever since I broke up with her older sister Donna," said Eddie. "You and I... we're just good friends." "Just... good... friends," mouthed Josalyn angrily, not believing what she was hearing. "What the hell is going on around here?" She turned angrily towards Raena. "What have you done to him, bitch?" "Just relax and take it easy, Jos," said Rosalyn. "Everything's perfectly all right." Josalyn turned to face her sister. She had been so engrossed with seeing Eddie kissing that slutty bitch Raena that she'd never even noticed Rosalyn was with them. "Relax? Take it easy? How the hell can I do that, Ros? That conniving little bimbo slut over there with Eddie has somehow stolen my boyfriend from me." "No, she hasn't, Jos. Eddie is her boyfriend, not yours." "Like hell he is!" Rosalyn turned back to Eddie and Raena. "Why don't you two go on and do whatever you were planning on doing tonight. Forget all about this; just go out and have plenty of fun. I'll explain things to my sister." She watched the young couple as they quickly left; Eddie's arm was securely wrapped around Raena's slim waist. "Why in hell did you let that little bitch leave with my boyfriend, Ros?" asked Josalyn angrily. "I'm going after them. I'll show that bitch her place." "No, you're not. You're not going anywhere, Jos," said Rosalyn. "And you're going to leave them alone." Josalyn stared at her sister. "All right, just when are you going to tell me what the hell is going on around here, Ros?" Rosalyn slowly lifted her hand and swept her blond hair away from her face. "I want you to be your normal self again, Josalyn." Josalyn slowly shook her head, her long blonde hair swishing over her shoulders. She felt strange, almost as if she were just waking from some oddly disorienting dream. In obvious confusion, she looked in bewilderment at her twin sister. "Do you know have any idea what just happened here, Ros?" Rosalyn smiled at her sister. "Can I safely assume that you no longer consider Eddie Lorgant your boyfriend?" "Eddie... Lorgant... my boyfriend?" replied Josalyn with surprise. "I know I did for some strange reason, but I have no idea why I thought that. Eddie and I have always been just good friends. Although he is kind of cute in his own way, I've never really considered him as serious boyfriend material. He's always been more like one of the girls to me." "Very good, Jos. It appears I finally have everything back in the normal places - more or less." Rosalyn once again brushed her own long blonde hair away from the front of her face. Josalyn stared at Rosalyn's hand. "How did you get that ring back from Gorphalt? He seemed so damned confident that he'd beaten us once he became Ron Winslow. And where is Ron now anyway?" "Ron was very confident; he really thought he'd won." Rosalyn smiled at her sister. "But actually he was a little too overconfident. You know how some guys can get when they think they're dealing with some really dumb bimbo blonde." Josalyn nodded. "I sure do, sis." "Well... to make a really long story short, Ron got so wrapped up in his restored maleness and his need to make love to me that he forgot I, just like you, was also a Harrison and a protector of the ring. Ron never noticed when I slowly slid the ring off his finger. And neither did he notice anything unusual as I used the ring to physically transform him into Raena Winslow. "But I also decided to make her a sexier and sultrier female than anyone Gorphalt would have ever dreamed of being. She even became extremely put out about being in bed with another girl. You should have seen her face. But I'm sure it will take several generations before she even suspects she might have been male once. And after that, it will still be several additional generations before she'll even consider retrieving this ring again." "But what about that strange note you left me?" asked Josalyn. "What note?" "That really weird one I found in my room earlier. Although it was signed 'Grandma', I assumed you must have left it for me for some reason." "I didn't leave you any notes, Jos." "You must have." Josalyn looked puzzled. "If you didn't, who did? I left it on the dresser in my room. C'mon, I'll show it to you." After the twins went upstairs, Josalyn picked the note up off her dresser and handed it to Rosalyn. "If you didn't write this, then who did? What do you think it means, Ros?" "I have no idea at all, Jos," replied Rosalyn after reading the short note. "It's really very strange. But what's even weirder is that's exactly the way Grandma always signed her name on every note she wrote to one of us. And yet, I can think of no rational way that Grandma could have possibly known any of this would happen to us before she died?" "We'll have to take some time and think about this," replied Josalyn. "But you're right, none of this makes much sense at all." "I know," agreed Rosalyn. "Especially that part about the boys. But I guess all of that can wait for now. But since neither of us have dates, what do you want to do tonight?" "Why don't we take Grandma's advice. Let's go out and have some fun. After what we've been through today I think we deserve a little rest and relaxation." "That sounds like a great idea. Do you know any available boys, Jos?" "I don't think we need to worry about that; I'm sure we'll be able to pick up a couple of good ones somewhere along the way. Besides, we still have the ring; that is, if we need it." "That's true. But just to be on the safe side, I think maybe we'd better avoid these guys this note warned us about." Rosalyn crumpled the note and tossed it back onto her sister's dresser. "Given everything else we've been through today, I suppose that would be an outstanding idea." But as the twin girls hurriedly left the room, the discarded note sitting on Josalyn's dresser slowly uncrumpled. Congratulations, girls! I just knew that Gorphalt would never be able to outwit my beautiful twin granddaughters for very long. But fortunately for everyone my daughter had the incredible foresight to give birth to girls instead of boys. It would have been absolutely useless for any boys to try fighting Gorphalt. Boys could have never defeated him; they would have become just like him. For some reason this ring tends to corrupt any male using it. I hope you two have fun tonight; you've earned it some R and R. Love always, Grandma P.S. Whatever else you do tonight, stay away from and don't talk to any young drifters named Butch or Luke. END