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Luck be a Lady By Cathy_T What a place for that damned rental piece of junk to crap out! Out in the middle of the Nevada desert, at night! Why was I out in the middle of the desert? Well, it sure as hell wasn't for a nice, peaceful tiptoe through the cacti, I can tell you that! I was on my way to Los Angeles via the "scenic route," headed there for a job interview with some new delivery company and was low on money. My old car had given up the ghost about 400 miles back and I had rented this hunk of junk in some little backwater town I don't even remember the name of, in the hopes that I could make it to L.A. without any more mishaps. Wrong again. My luck. I'll tell ya, if I inherited 400 acres of pumpkins, some SOB would cancel Halloween. That's just how my life has been. Every time I catch a break, something happens and it gets screwed up. Well, at least the car was only overheated. Overheated! In the middle of the night, in the middle of a very chilly desert! So, I lit a cigarette and sat back to wait for the car's temperature to come down below molten. I didn't really have any kind of schedule to keep and the only reason I was angry was that it was just one more thing gone wrong in my life. Still, it was kind of nice way out there. Lots of stars in the sky and no smog anywhere. The air was a bit chilly but not bad enough to be really cold. I just sat there, smoking my cigarette and letting my anger slowly fade. After a bit, I remembered that there had been a small service station back about 4 or 5 miles and I decided, after checking the radiator, that if I could get the car restarted I would turn around and go back to that little place and try to get some water or anti-freeze so I could continue my trip. I tried to start the car about three times but it just wouldn't kick over. I waited almost an hour and tried it one more time and, what do ya know, it started! I turned around and headed back toward that small station, taking it easy and with the car heater on high. I had heard somewhere that one could bleed heat away from the engine by doing that. I don't know if it was true or not, but after several anxious minutes, the small station came into sight. I pulled in the gravel covered front area of the station and parked up near the one large pull up door. The place was completely dark except for the glow of a soda machine outside the building and I couldn't detect any sign of habitation. I pounded on the door and shouted myself hoarse but there was no response. I walked all the way around the place, using a flashlight I found in the glove compartment and found what looked like a water spigot on the side of the building. Rummaging around in a pile of trash, carefully in case of snakes, I found an empty oil can and after washing it out as best as I could, I used it to fill the radiator of the car and before too long, it was full again. I decided to let the car cool off some more and bought a soft drink from the machine. Taking my time drinking it and having another smoke, I was looking up at the sky when I saw a bright streak of light flash across my line of sight. I followed it's path with my eyes and watched it come closer and closer to where I was standing! I knew it! I knew it! My lousy luck was rearing it's ugly head again! I find a place where I can rest a bit and get that damned car going again and I was gonna get killed by some hunk of space junk! I ran around to the front of the building and jumped into the car but it wouldn't start! After the second or third try with no sign of life from the car, I jumper back out and started running away from it and out into the desert. I figured that if that thing, whatever it was, hit the building, the gas pump and the tank connected to it would probably blow up and I tried to put as much distance between me and it as I could. I hadn't gone more than ten steps or so when that streak flashed over my head and a couple of seconds later, crashed into the desert with a tremendous amount of noise and light. I stopped running and watched in amazement as the thing actually slid along the ground and as it slid, it seemed to be turning towards me! It stopped about a hundred feet or so from me and for the first time I could see that this wasn't some piece of a satellite or a meteor but an actual craft of some kind! It appeared to be circular in shape, what was left of it, and obviously, at least to me, not of earthly origin! I could hear crackling noises coming from it and I figured that it must be either fire burning inside the thing or the sounds metal makes as it cools from very high temperatures. I just stood there for what seemed to me to be hours but was probably only a few minutes. I glanced at my watch and saw, by it's weak glow that it was 1:30 in the morning. After a few more minutes I recovered my ability to walk without my knees giving away and began to walk around the, well, saucer. It wasn't very large, maybe 30 feet around and part of it was crushed from the impact into the unyielding desert ground. I couldn't see any fire inside the thing and I cautiously went closer to it. Looking inside I could see some kind of light and, by that light, I could see two, umm, well, humanoid shapes. I watched for a few more seconds but I saw no motion from either shape and I decided to try to get in the craft to see if there was anything I could do for them. Hell, if nothing else, I might become the very first person to recover actual evidence of extra terrestrial life! Yeah! I would be famous, rich! Looking around, I found a place where I could gain entry and I carefully climbed inside. The first form I came to was, undoubtedly not a human being! It was very thin and it's head was like a lizard, with no hair at all on it. It's skin looked gray when viewed in the weird green light that was emanating from inside the craft and it looked very, very dead. I made my way over to the other form I could see and, to my shock, it appeared to be human, and female! Unfortunately, it, or she, also was dead, an ugly gash in the side of her head was much too large and deep for life to still be remaining. I pulled the flashlight out of my pocket and switched it on so I could see better and double checked both bodies. Neither was breathing and I couldn't find a pulse on either of them. My mind was going in about 6 different directions at once trying to make some sense out of what was happening, and for a few minutes I did nothing more. I just stood there trying to calm down. When I felt more in control of myself I started looking around the craft. I found a couple of small boxes which had what looked like computer discs in them. The discs were only about the size of a silver dollar and were gold colored. Searching around in the same area I also came up with what looked like a laptop computer with a tangle of wires attached to it. I put all that in a pile outside the ship and returned inside to see what else I could find. I did find a couple of blankets or tarpaulins and I covered up the bodies with them. E.T.s or not, I figured they still deserved some respect in death. I looked around some more after that and found a couple of gun like things that I figured might be weapons and several metal squares which appeared to fit into them. I added them to the pile outside and went back inside again. The only other thing I could find was a kind of duffel bag that had some clothing in it. I found myself beginning to shiver and I recognized the signs of shock in myself so I went back outside and gathered my little pile of booty and headed back towards my car. I knew that I had to get myself calmed down or I would lose it and freak out without a doubt. The immensity of what I had seen and discovered, was almost too much for me to comprehend and, once I got to my car, I stashed everything in the trunk and closed it. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag, pulling the smoke deep into my lungs. I held it there for several seconds before breathing it slowly back out and I could feel myself starting to relax a bit. I just stood there by my car and finished my smoke and tried to get myself under control. I knew I should call somebody to come out here and recover this spaceship but I also knew that if I did, I would probably be spirited away with the ship and it's deceased occupants to be interviewed and poked and examined and...HOLD IT!! Why did I have to do anything! SOMEONE must've seen this thing come down, even way out here in the middle of nowhere. Surely radar would have tracked it in it's uncontrolled tumble from space and would probably be on the way to here right now! If I didn't want to be taken away with the remains of the ship, I'd better get my ass in gear! Hey, I have seen movies of what the MIB do with people they find out have anything to do with UFOs!! I got into the car and, with a prayer to the god of engines, I turned the ignition key. IT STARTED!!! I didn't waste any time in getting out of there and back on the road. I just hoped that the car wouldn't die on me again until I was a lot closer to civilization! As I pulled back onto the road, I looked back towards the station and, way back there on the road I could see lights coming toward the place and the wreck. I didn't see any flashing, police type lights but I didn't feel like taking any more chances tonight and I put my foot down on the gas and roared away from there. I kept watching the rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit but as I got further from the crash site, I began to relax a little bit. I didn't see anything coming up on me from behind so I eased up on the gas a bit, trying to make sure the car didn't overheat or throw a wheel or something. Hey, I was more than a little bit shook up and I have found that, in certain cases, paranoia can be a good thing! I started thinking about what I was going to do with the stuff from that ship and thoughts of a lot of money began running through my head. If I could get somewhere where I could figure out what all that stuff actually was, I could sell them for a BUNDLE of cash! Maybe even enough so I wouldn't have to work ever again! Maybe my lousy luck was finally changing! I had kept my lights turned off until I was quite a way away from the wrecked craft, figuring that if I turned them on, the people heading for it would see them and follow me, trying to catch up and find out what I knew about it. They'd also, no doubt search me and the car and they would find the stuff I had taken from the ship and I didn't want that happening. That stuff could very well be my ticket to easy street if I could figure out what it was and what it did. Fortunately, there was enough light coming from the moon that I could see well enough to drive a while without my lights. After I got far enough away from the crash site, and could no longer see any lights coming up from behind me, I turned on the headlights and boogied away from there as fast as that old clunker of a car could go. After a little bit, I slowed down, though, because I started thinking about my luck and the way it always went bad on me and the last thing I needed right now was a cop pulling me over for speeding. Also, I didn't need that hunk of junk overheating on me again! After about 50 miles or so had passed beneath the wheels of the car and nothing bad had happened, yet, I began looking for someplace to pull off the road and rest. I was still shaking a bit and was running low on cigarettes. Up ahead, I spotted what looked like the glow of lights, maybe a town or something so I headed towards it and, as I got closer, I saw that it was one of those all night convenience type store deals. Further ahead, I could see that I was coming into a small town so I relaxed just a bit and pulled off the road into the parking area of the convenience store and shut the engine off. I just sat there for a few seconds before getting out of the car and walking towards the main entrance doors. There was a bored looking young guy, probably in his early 20s behind the counter, reading a newspaper. He looked up at me and smiled and said, "Well! Hi there mister! What can I do for ya? It sure gets boring out here at this time of the morning and you're the first person to stop here in over an hour! I wonder, sometimes, why they bother to keep this place open all night, but, then again, if they didn't, I'd be out of a job so I guess I should count my blessings, huh?" I smiled back at him and said, "I need something to drink and a couple of pack of Marlboro 100s. Where's your pop cooler?" He pointed toward the back of the store and I walked to the back. I grabbed a couple of Big Gulp Pepsi's from the cooler and they were ICE cold! That's the way I like my Pepsi and before you say anything, I hate coffee! The taste of the stuff just makes me gag so I get my caffeine from Pepsi, or Coke, or Royal Crown or any kind of cola. I also grabbed a couple of hamburgers from a display and stuck them into a microwave that was obviously there for the purpose of heating up the cold stuff that was in the display case and waited for the dinger to ding, letting me know that my nuked food was ready to be consumed. While I waited for that, I grabbed a couple of small bags of potato chips. When the bell went off on the microwave, I took a few napkins and grabbed the now hot hamburgers and made my way back up to the front of the store where the kid had my cigarettes waiting on the counter. I laid all the stuff on the counter and added a king sized Hershey bar and he totaled it all up. I paid him and he bagged everything but the burgers up and asked if there was anything else I needed. I said, "No, that oughta do it," and headed for the door. He said, "Well, thanks for stoppin' mister and take it easy our there. I heard, on the radio, that there was some kind of crash back up the road. There'll probably be cops and ambulances and things all over up there." "I'm not headed that way." I replied. "I'm headed towards California and hoping that old rent-a-wreck I'm driving will get me there before it explodes!" I chuckled a bit, and the kid shook his head and chuckled a little too. I guess one doesn't get a whole lot to laugh about at this hour in the morning on a lonely road working in an all night convenience store. I said adios and headed out the door. As I walked towards the car I started thinking about finding someplace to hole up for a day or so and try to figure out what all that stuff from the crashed UFO might be or do. I sat down in the car and scarfed the burgers and chips, washing them down with the Pepsi and following that up with the Hershey bar. Now THAT'S my idea of a balanced meal! All the major food groups taken care of. Sugar, salt, caffeine and grease! As I sat there thinking and digesting, I saw lights coming towards the store and, as I watched, a State Highway Patrol car pulled into the parking area and stopped. Two officers got out of the car and headed into the store, nodding at me as they went past. I nodded back but didn't say anything to them. They went inside and I decided that I'd better get out of there before my luck went sour on me and those cops came back out and started asking me questions. You gotta understand, knowing how my lousy luck works has made me more paranoid than your average person. I see bad luck in almost everything and NOW, with that stuff in my trunk, I didn't figure that talking to a couple of cops was the best way to spend a few minutes. I started the clunker and backed out of the parking space and headed back onto the road. I accelerated away easy and built up speed until I was just a few miles an hour under the limit. I was checking the rearview mirror every few seconds or so, just knowing that I was gonna see that Patrol car come screeching out of the lot after me with it's lights flashing! It didn't, though and after a few miles had gone by, I relaxed a bit and opened a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Yeah, I know, cigarettes are bad for you, but when you have smoked as long as I have, NO cigarettes is worse. Drawing the smoke deep into my lungs, and holding it there, relaxed me a bit more, and I put my mind back to the task of thinking. I came to a crossroads and I decided to turn off the route I had been on. Like I said earlier, I wasn't in a hurry and I needed to find someplace to rest and examine the stuff I'd taken from the craft. After several miles, I saw a sign advertising a motel and I thought that would be perfect. I was far enough from the crash and on a different road so that it wouldn't look like I had come from that direction. When I found it, it was one of those places like "Joe's Motel". It was a kind of a run down looking place and I thought it looked like a perfect place to hide out for a while and unwind a bit. I pulled into the parking area and noticed that the "rooms" were behind the main office and cars there would be out of sight from the road. 'PERFECT,' I thought, and got out of the car and walked towards the door of the office. It was dark inside so I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple of times. Finally I heard a voice whining, "Okay, OKAY! Keep your shirt on, I'm comin'! Ding danged tourists! Can't let a man get his sleep! Always comin' round in the middle of the dadblasted night!" The door suddenly flew open, and there stood an old guy who looked for all the world like Grandpa McCoy from the old show, "The Real McCoys." He was still muttering to himself as he flung open the door and he squinted at me and said, "Whaddya want?! A room, I 'spect! Doggone tourists always comin around in the middle of the night! WELL! C'mon in and register so I can give ya a key and get back to sleep!" I had to chuckle at this crusty old man, partly because of who he reminded me of and the way he was acting, but partly because I was still a bit tense and chuckling at him was a bit of a release from that. I followed him into the office where he turned on a light and shoved the registration book at me. "Sign yer name in there and gimmie 25 bucks for the night! Checkout time is noon and if yer one minute late I get ta charge ya for another night! We ain't got no kitchen but ya kin get breakfast at the diner across the road when it opens at 6 AM.!" Well, I signed the register and handed him 25 dollars. He took the money and counted it twice and tossed a key on the counter. I picked it up and he gave me that squinty look again. "It's number 5, in the back! Park yer car around there and get on out of here so I can go back ta bed! There ain't no bugs in there so if'n I find any after you check out I'll know you brought 'em in with ya! I got yer license plate number so I kin track ya down and make ya pay for a 'sterminator! Now, get on out of here and let an old man go back ta sleep!" He walked away, still muttering to himself, but stopped and turned to point a finger at me. "Turn off that danged light when ya go and lock the door! And don't make no dadratted noise drivin' around back neither!" With that, he turned back and left the room. Well, I turned off the light and locked the door behind me when I left,, and went back to my car. I drove around the back, found number 5, and parked in front of the room. There were 10 rooms back there, all in one long building with, of course, 10 separate doors. Like I said before, the place looked kind of run down so I wasn't expecting a Holiday Inn. I got a bit of a surprise when I unlocked #5 and entered, though. I turned on the light and saw that it was a very neat two room suite with a separate bathroom! Everything was very clean and, although worn looking, everything was neat and smelled freshly washed. The bed was made up, and there were fresh wrapped bars of soap and clean towels in the bathroom. There was a TV/VCR combo on a dresser at the foot of the bed and a remote on the night stand next to the bed. All in all, a neat, clean room which was the last thing I expected from the looks of the outside of this place. I went back outside to the car and got my suitcase and the duffel bag from the trunk and took them inside and put them on the bed. Then I went back out and got the rest of the stuff I had recovered from the ship and took it inside as well. I dumped the whole load on the bed and locked the door to the room. I decided that I'd get a shower, catch a few hours of shuteye and then give the duffel bag and the other stuff the once over. I looked at my watch, and it said that it was 4 in the AM and I figured I'd lay low in this motel for a day or two. I stashed the stuff under the bed and went in for my shower. Then I laid down on the bed in just my jockey shorts, set the alarm on my watch for 11AM, and crashed. When the alarm went off, I cracked one eyelid and looked, blearily at my watch. 11 AM. Great...Wonderful. I felt like I hadn't slept at all and my eyes were all gummed up with that stuff, whatever it is, that accumulates in your eyes when you sleep. I smacked my lips together a few times and decided to get up. I had to go give the old guy some more money anyway, and I should probably try to find something to eat as well. I grabbed my pants and a clean shirt, climbed into some clean socks and put my shoes on. Then I snatched my keys off the dresser where I had thrown then just a few hours before, and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I strolled up front to the office and noticed it was now open, so I opened the door and went on in. I looked around and there, at a desk in the corner of the room, sat THE most gorgeous creature I had EVER laid eyes on. She looked up at me and when I caught a glimpse of her eyes, well, let's just say that I suddenly became a believer in love at first sight! I just wanted to stand there and drown in those eyes, and when she spoke, I didn't even hear what she said. I just stood there with my mouth slightly open, staring. I couldn't breathe and I could feel strange things going on in my stomach, and lower! She spoke again in a slightly louder tone of voice and I finally realized that she was speaking to me! She had a slightly amused look on her face and I figured that she must be used to the effect she was having on me, and for that matter, the effect she must have on all men if they are breathing! Long brunette hair swung around her face as she kind of tossed her head to clear the hair from in front of her eyes. I finally found my tongue, and made it work, sort of, and said, "I'm sorry, I just woke up, and I came up here to pay for an extra day, and I was expecting to find the old guy, and then I saw you and I, I, I..." About there I ran out of air, and words, and just stood there with what MUST have been the dumbest look on my face that had ever been seen by anyone. She grinned at me, obviously enjoying my tied tongue and flustered behavior, and then she spoke again, saying, "Hello! You must Mr. Butler. I found a note from grandpa that he had rented #5 out early this morning. He said that you might be in this morning. So you are going to stay for another night, Mr. Butler? How nice! We don't get a lot of guests this time of year!" She actually sounded happy that I was going to be staying! Well, I'm sure you can guess what part of me was doing the most thinking just then, but I tried to get my body, my brain, and my mouth to cooperate and, in a few seconds I was able to regain control of most of my thought processes. "Umm, look," I stammered. Can we start over? My name is William Butler but most everyone just calls me Bill. And you are...?" She smile at me again, this time a friendly smile instead of an amused one and answered, "My name is Prudence Walker, but most everyone calls me Prue. I'm glad to meet you Mr. Bu..., I mean Bill." Did that little slip mean that she wanted to consider me a friend? Man, I sure hoped so. This young woman was VERY pretty and, from the sound of it, very intelligent as well. She continued, saying, "My grandfather owns this place and I help him out with the books and other paperwork. He CAN be a bit of a handful, as I think you may have noticed, but he is a dear and I love him very much." Her face lit up as she talked about her grandpa and, if possible, it made her even prettier. I cast about in my mind for something else to say in order to continue talking to her and finally, came up with an idea. "Well, why don't I go ahead and pay you for the extra night and then maybe I could take you to lunch? I haven't even had breakfast yet and I am starved. Is the place across the road any good?" "Why, thank you, Bill, that'd be nice. I hate to eat alone and the place across the road is actually quite good. You get your money's worth and the food is very good!" My head was swimming a bit. This gorgeous gal was gonna have lunch with me, a guy she just met and knew nothing about! PHOOEY on my bad luck! By gosh, maybe it was changing for the better after all! I paid Prue for the room and, after she locked up the register, she called out, "Grandpa, I'm going for lunch. I'll be across the road at Higgens'." The old man answered her from somewhere in the back part of the office, "Okay Prudie. Bring me back somethin'. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" I chuckled a bit at the old man but made sure that Prue knew it wasn't malicious laughter. The LAST thing I wanted to do right now, was to put her off in any way. Besides, I kinda liked the old guy's spirit. I hope when I get to be that age, I have as much spunk. We went across the road and into the little restaurant and found seats. We each grabbed a menu and, in just a little bit, a waitress came over and asked us what we would like. I ordered a hot roast beef sandwich with a large Pepsi, and Prue ordered a burger and a salad, and coffee. We sat and talked a bit before our orders arrived, and she told me that she was divorced after a bad marriage and not much more about that. I found out that she was 25, had no kids, and that she lived in L.A. but was here in Nevada recovering from her divorce and just getting her life together. I, in turn, told her about my heading for L.A. looking for work and a new start. We talked right through lunch and, to tell the truth, I don't remember eating anything but, when I looked down at my plate it was empty and I was full. Prue ate sparingly and managed to finish her salad and half of her burger along with about three cups of coffee. I asked her if she minded if I had a smoke and she responded by getting out her cigarettes and asking me for a light. I darn near ripped my pocket trying to get my lighter out too fast and lit both of our smokes, and we just sat there enjoying the smoke and each other's company. When we were finished with our cigarettes, we got up and went to the register to pay for lunch. I started to pay for hers but she stopped me, saying, "Hey, Bill, let's call this one dutch treat. I don't know you well enough to let you pay for my meals, yet. Maybe another time, if you want to take me out for dinner or something like that, I'll let you pay. Okay?" Well, what was I gonna do? Make a scene right there? I let her pay for her lunch, but I insisted on paying for her grandpa's lunch, which we picked up on the way out. She smiled at that and allowed me to pay. We left the restaurant and walked back across the road and parted company at the front door of the office. I told her that I was still a bit tired, which I was, but I also wanted to take some time and look over the stuff stashed under the bed in my room. She said okay, and went inside the office, flashing me a quick smile which banished most of my tiredness. I sort of floated back to my room and, once inside, I locked the door and began pulling things out from under the bed. The first thing I pulled out was that duffel bag. I heaved it up on the bed and opened it up. Reaching inside, cautiously, my fingers found...clothes? Hmm, felt like silk or something like it. Smooth anyway. I began pulling things out of it. Women's clothes? Yep. Slips, Bras, Panties, Skirts, Blouses, Hose, Dresses, Shoes. In the bottom of the bag was a small compact looking thing with stuff written on it. I got out my handy dandy 12- in-one tool and found the magnifying glass. It said, UNIVERSAL MAKEUP KIT. Ooookay! Why not? There was one other thing in the bag. It looked like a hair dryer, but different, If that makes any sense. There was a small book, kind of like an instruction manual attached to it by some kind of plastic looking strap, and there was a standard looking power cord attached to the thing as well. I spent a few minutes sorting through the clothes and made neat piles of them, folding them as neatly as I knew how. Why? I dunno. It just seemed to be the thing to do with them, I guess. I left the makeup kit alone for the time being and examined the hair dryer. It had different settings one could dial up but the titles of the settings were strange. Length? Style? Color? And then numbered settings under each main category up to 8. Oookay! Well, what the hell, I thought. I plugged the thing into a wall socket and set the length for shoulder, the style on #1 and the color to blonde, and turned it on. Almost immediately, warn air started blowing out of the thing and I aimed it at my own hair. I watched in the mirror, but other than my hair getting warm and flying around in the breeze, nothing seemed to be happening. My attention got distracted by something, I don't remember what, but I looked away from the mirror for a minute or so enjoying the feeling of the warm air on my scalp. All of a sudden, I felt something happening up there! I quickly turned my attention back to the mirror and saw my hair starting to grow! It got longer, and longer until it reached my shoulders and, as it grew, it got thicker and shinier and lighter in color until it was totally blonde! It was straight, without any curl or anything, kind of like Mary Travers used to wear her hair in the early days of Peter, Paul and Mary. I quickly shut the hair dryer thing off, set it down on the top of the dresser, and began to pull on my hair, gently. It was definitely attached to my head and it felt a lot silkier and smoother than my hair had ever felt! I picked up the dryer again and looked at it more closely. On the bottom, there was a switch with two positions. One was labeled 'nor' and the other, 'imp'. It was set on 'imp' so I switched it to nor and turned it back on, again blowing my hair around with the warm air. In just a few minutes, my hair regained it's normal length, color and style! Well now, This thing could be worth some bucks! I should be able to sell it to some Hollywood salon for a real bundle of cash. I played with it for about a half hour and turned my hair every color of the rainbow and every length including long enough to brush the floor! The style settings gave it curls or waves or whatever! WOW! Pretty cool, I thought and when I was finished playing with it, I returned my hair to it's normal length, color and style. Okay. I picked up the makeup kit. I'll admit it. The hair dryer/styler was kind of fun, and I wondered what this thing had in it. I opened it up expecting to see all kinds of colors of eye makeup and blush and like that, but looking in it, all I saw was a mirror and a series of buttons, each with a number! Now, being one of those guys who NEVER reads the instructions, I pressed one to see what it might do. Nothing. Hmmm. Okay, there was one which said 'on'. I pushed it. I could hear a small hum begin, almost like an electrical noise like you hear sometimes if your TV isn't working just exactly right. I shook it a little bit and the hum went away. Must be a little out of whack from the impact of the crash, I told myself. At least I hoped that was the case. I guessed I would know in a minute or two. If it blew my hand off, I would know I had been wrong! Okay, I put the thing down and picked up the instruction manual! NOW, I would read it! According to what I read, this thing could duplicate or create ANY makeup style once that style had been input into it, kind of like entering data into a computer. To do that, it said, all one had to do was either slide a picture of the style into a small slot in the bottom of it, OR, use the thing like a camera and take a 'picture' of the style one wanted. I found the proper buttons to use to 'take a picture of a style and turned on the TV. I waited for an ad to come up with a good looking woman in it and when one did, I 'took a picture' of her. The kit buzzed and clicked and made little chuckling noises to itself almost like R2D2 talking for a couple of seconds and then stopped. A little 'bing' noise went off and then a button started flashing on and off. I pushed that button but nothing happened. I looked at the rows of buttons, trying to find one that would make this thing DO something and accidentally pushed the same button again but this time I was looking directly into the mirror built into the kit. There was a small buzzing noise again, then a brief bright light washed over my face. Nothing unpleasant, more like shining a flashlight beam across your face in the daytime. You can tell it's there, but it isn't blinding or anything. When the light went away, I looked into the mirror again and my face had makeup on it! I mean, everything that girl on the TV had on her face had been duplicated on mine! Now, I'll grant you, it didn't look very good on my face, but I looked at it closely in that mirror and EVERYTHING was there! Mascara, eyeliner, foundation and powder, blush, lipstick, the WORKS! WELL, NOW!! THIS really WAS something. Thoughts of opening my own salon were beginning to form in my mind! The hell with working for some two bit delivery company, carrying boxes and things! Instead of selling these things, I could USE them to make changes in just about anyone, it seemed! For kicks, I picked up the hair dryer, turned it back on and tried to match my hair to what I had seen on the girl on TV. I had it in a matter of minutes and shut the dryer off again. Looking in the large mirror over the dresser, I looked at myself carefully. Everything looked just as it had on that girl in the ad except, of course it was on my head and face! Okay, I thought, this was a little weird too, but for the next hour or so I played with those two things, giving myself at least two dozen makeovers in the process. It WAS kind of fun and a couple of times, I broke up laughing. I really looked ridiculous with long, styled hair and makeup! Well, after I grew a little tired of that, I put everything back the way it was, on my head and face, (there WAS a button to erase what the kit put on ones face). Then I got the rest of the stuff out from under the bed. The two things that looked like weapons, I put inside a dresser drawer and left alone. The last thing I wanted to do right now was to blow up the room I was sitting in and since these were alien weapons, I didn't know WHAT they could do! The last thing I had to check out was that thing that looked like a laptop computer. I picked it up and opened it. Now, I'm no computer expert by anyone's definition, but this thing looked pretty much like every other laptop computer I had ever seen, EXCEPT for that bundle of wires attached to it and the fact that there was no CD slot or anyplace to insert a computer disc anywhere on it. Instead, there was a small slot located near the keys on the keyboard part of it that looked like it was designed to put a silver dollar sized object into it. I put it down on the bed and took a closer look at the tangle of wires. After a few minutes of untangling and straightening, I could see that the wires formed a kind of pattern. What it looked like, to me, was, there was a small round section with long wires leading from it, extending about 6 feet, give or take a few inches. Once I got them all untangled, I tried to step back and observe the wires from a dispassionate point of view. I let my mind go blank, sort of, and let my subconscious see the whole thing in as many ways as it could. I have found that sometimes, when I try too hard to think about something, I can't come up with an answer. I have to actively stop thinking about it and let my subconscious work on it. Almost invariably, it will come up with an answer that makes sense. After about 15 minutes, this led me to several possibilities. I quickly examined each of them and discarded all of them except one. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle once said, through his most famous character creation, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, that, "When one has examined all the evidence and discarded the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable it may seem, must be the answer." Now that may not be an accurate quote, but it does convey the message. So, that's kind of what I did, and, however improbable it seemed to me, it looked like what one was supposed to do with those wires was, put the round part on one's head and arrange the other wires downwards to the floor on all sides of one's body. What their purpose was, though, I had NO idea. On a hunch, I picked up one of the boxes of small disc-like things I had found with the laptop and examined one of the discs. It looked like a plain, gold colored, circle of some kind of metal. Looking at a little closer, it occurred to me that it was just about the right size to fit into the slot on the laptop! I picked up the laptop again and looked for some kind of 'on' switch or button, and, what do you know, I found one! It was similar to the 'on/off' buttons I had noticed on the makeup kit and the hair styler. I pressed it into the 'on' position and was rewarded by the monitor screen lighting up! Symbols appeared within seconds on the screen, but they were not in English, or any other language I was familiar with. I played with several buttons, and, as luck would have it, I actually found one that translated the symbols into English! What appeared on the screen after that were instructions for operating the laptop! I followed the setup instructions, and then I inserted the first disc into that small slot. It completely disappeared into the laptop and a couple of seconds later, new instructions appeared on the screen. I read through them carefully and slowly, and, as I read, my mouth fell open from surprise! According to what I was reading, the laptop was a portable form changer, and the discs were various different body shapes! Now, I know how this must all sound to you, the reader. Fantastic would probably be the mildest word one could apply to this and yet, there it was! In my hands I held the means to change my body in any way available on those discs! My first thought was that I had stumbled on a scout craft of some kind from an invasion force and this little laptop type thing was their means of infiltrating the governments of the Earth! It made a kind of sense, the more I thought about it. I mean, there was the makeup kit, and the hair styler and now this thing which purported itself to be a body changing machine! It all pointed, in my mind, to some kind of alien invasion threat and, now I was getting worried! My thoughts of selling this stuff off to the highest bidder were fast taking second place to thoughts about saving the Earth from invasion! I had to get this stuff to the government, somehow! They would know what to do with it, but how was I gonna do that? I know enough about the government and their elite and top secret teams like the Men In Black or, the MIB, to know that they would probably hold me for questioning for God knows how long, and I would still end up needing a job or worse, as an experimental test subject in some lab somewhere. They couldn't let me go once they had me because they would consider me a security risk. In order to get my thoughts out of that pattern, I decided to see if the form changer would actually do what it was supposed to do. Since I had been playing with makeup and hair styles most of the afternoon anyway, I decided to see if this thing could actually change my body to a female form. I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound and, after a brief search through the discs, I found one that had stored on it a very attractive female form. About 5'5" 115 lb. And 36C, 24, 36 measurements. I figured out how to arrange the wires about my body and how to store my own form on a blank disc. I was, after all, just experimenting with this thing. I didn't want to be stuck with a different shape than the one I had gotten used to all of my life. I placed the round part of the wire harness on my head and found that it could be adjusted to fit. According to the directions, the round part was supposed to rest right at one's hairline and it didn't matter if the trailing wires that hung from that part were too long or too short by a few inches, according to the instructions. So, I arranged the wire harness the way it was supposed to be, recorded my own form, and then replaced that disc with the one I had selected for my test. I carefully placed the disc, with my recording on it, in a safe place and then, activated the program. There was a brief moment of disorientation and then nothing. I wasn't sure whether I should be disappointed or elated that it hadn't worked! I reached up to remove the wire harness from my head and got one hell of a surprise! My HANDS! They weren't my hands! I mean, they WERE my hands, I could feel with them and everything but they were different! They were much more slender and graceful looking than I ever remembered them being and my nails were long and oval shaped! The hair was gone from them, and, as my unbelieving eyes followed up the arms attached to those hands, I noticed that they, too, were hairless and nicely rounded, not muscular like they had been! They also seemed to bend differently than they ever had, seeming to be almost double jointed! I was almost afraid to look anywhere else on my body. I knew that, judging from the differences in my hands and arms, the damned thing HAD worked and I wasn't so sure anymore that I wanted to see what had happened to my body. I swallowed hard, and looked down the front of my body, trying to prepare myself mentally for what I was sure I was going to see, but all the preparation in the world couldn't prepare me for the sight of breasts sticking out of MY chest! I guess I panicked for a few seconds because the next thing I remember, I was standing in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, without the wire harness on me and gazing at the most gorgeous female body it had EVER been my pleasure to see, naked! Perfect breasts were hanging from MY chest and below that, a slim tapered waist which gradually flared out to lovely child bearing hips. My legs were slender and beautifully shaped, and my feet were absolutely tiny compared with my old large male feet. Between my legs was a smooth stretch of soft, curly hair and just the hint of what lay within that hair. There was no hair anywhere else on my body, including my armpits, except for my eyelashes which had grown incredibly long and full. Even my eyebrows were gone! I must have stood there, looking in that mirror for ten minutes or so, turning this way and that, admiring what I saw there. Then, panic set back in and I ran back into the other room, found the wire harness, put it back on and grabbed the disc with my old recording on it. I quickly ran the program and, as before, there was that moment of disorientation and then nothing. I raised my arm into view and, with great relief, I saw my own hairy male arm! I took off the wire harness, put on my jockey shorts, and sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. I just sat there, smoking until I finished that cigarette. I didn't even think or try to. I just sat there, in shock I guess. Let's face it, folks, I had just, in the course of a few hours, watched an alien spacecraft crash. I had recovered alien artifacts from that craft and then run like a thief in the night with the spoils. I had looted from that craft, and hidden myself in an out of the way motel. I had met a beautiful woman, had lunch with her, and then I had radically changed my body using those alien machines! All in all, one hell of a 24 hour period and my brain was racing, trying to catch up with what had happened! I took a look at my watch and it read 3:30! I'd been messing around with that alien equipment for almost 4 hours! I sat and smoked another cigarette, trying to come to grips with the discoveries I had made that afternoon. I could feel the tension, slowly leaving my body as I drew the aromatic smoke deep into my lungs. Yeah, yeah, I know what everybody is saying about smoking but, when you have been smoking as long as I have, when you get tense, or stressed out, just the act of smoking calms you. I couldn't remember EVER having been THIS tensed up and I NEEDED those cigarettes! Anyway, I sat there finishing yet another smoke and thought, hard, about what I had found and what I was gonna do with it. The more I thought about it, the more I began to realize that there was NO way I could turn this stuff over to anyone BUT the Government! Even if it cost me everything I had left, there was no way I couldn't let people in a position to do something about what seemed to me to be an imminent threat to the whole planet, know about this stuff. If there was, indeed, an alien invasion underway, I had to do everything I could to help stop it. I didn't know whether I would regret it on a personal level or not, but I couldn't just keep this stuff, could I? Well, one thing was for sure. I wasn't getting anything accomplished or decided, sitting there smoking. I had thought, earlier, I might invite Prue out for dinner that night but there was still time to do that. I finally decided to do a bit more experimenting with the alien machines to see what they could really do when used together. I got everything laid out on the bed, all the clothing and the equipment and began. The first thing I did was to make a duplicate copy of the disc with my recording on it. If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that my luck would ALWAYS screw things up if I gave it even half a chance, and there was NO way I wanted to get trapped in a form that wasn't my own! I took that second disc and wrapped it in a piece of cloth, then in plastic from one of my cigarette packs, and stuck it in my wallet. At worst, it might get mistaken for the shape of a condom in there and no one would question that. Not with today's attitude about safe sex. The other disc, with my recording on it, went back into the dresser drawer, under some of my socks. Then I went through all the discs that I had found. There were, it turned out, 8 discs with recordings on them, all Female! I wondered about that, but as long as I had the recordings of myself, there was NO chance that I wouldn't be able to return to my own form, so I re-inserted the disc I had tried before, and arranged the wires around me. I took a deep breath and switched on the machine. Again I experienced that moment of disorientation and, when I lifted my arm, there was that smooth, hairless female arm again! I took a little more time examining this form than I did the last time, and I noticed that it was pretty much flawless with the exception of there being no hair on it anywhere but between my legs. I did notice that I had no problems moving around in this form, though. Sure my hips and butt moved a bit more, side to side, and yes, the feeling of movement was different, with things jiggling and moving around, but all in all, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward. I walked back to the bed and picked up the hair dryer/styler and returned to the mirror. For about 20 minutes, I tried every style and setting on that thing, finally deciding on a length down to the middle of my back and slightly wavy, and blonde for a color. Not platinum blonde but more like a strawberry blonde color. I walked to the bed and picked up the makeup kit and went back to the mirror. I played with that thing for almost 30 minutes, trying many, many settings. I found that whatever setting I used, my eyelashes and eyebrows would fill in to match the makeup design I used. I was amazed at the combinations available on this thing. I hadn't even touched half of the buttons that were available to be used and I had used up over a half hour and tried more than a dozen different looks! I settled on a look that was, I thought, kind of average looking. Not a lot of color, but what there was, made this new face of mine very pretty indeed! I gotta tell ya, my mind was telling me that this was WAY strange and I shouldn't be liking it but, DAMN, I looked GOOD! I admired myself for a few minutes in that mirror and then the thought came to me, 'Hey, you've tried on a new body, new hair, and makeup. You might as well complete the look and try on some of those clothes.' Now, I told you before that I had NEVER in my life had ANY desire or even curiosity about wearing women's clothes but, somehow, in this situation, it seemed like the thing to do. I tried to rationalize further by saying to myself, 'You shouldn't walk around even here in the room, naked. What if someone came in? It's bad enough that you look like your own wet dream, but you SHOULD be wearing SOMETHING!' So, back to the bed I went. I went through the piles of clothing and found a matching bra and panty set and tried those on. I won't go into the sensations I felt, but they WERE different, that's for sure! The panties were no problem, but that damn bra! What a pain in the ass THAT thing was! I couldn't, for the life of me, get that damned thing attached in the back no matter how much I wiggled and stretched my arms around! I finally had to turn it around, attach the hooks in front of me, and then, pull the cups around in front of me. From there, it wasn't too difficult to figure out how to settle my(?) breasts into the cups and get the straps up on my shoulders. I found a nice looking blouse and a skirt(?) To match it and put them on. Not a lot of trouble except for those damned backwards buttons on the blouse! I found some earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that looked like they matched and put them on as well. Once started, it seemed as if there was no stopping until I had completed a fully female look. When I finally had everything on that seemed necessary, I finally faced those shoes. There were several pairs of them, but it seemed that only one pair was right for the way I thought I looked, and that was a pair of pumps with a 3 inch heel on them. I wasn't at all sure about walking in those things but I put them on and stood up, carefully. To my complete surprise, I had absolutely no problem walking in those heels. As a matter of fact, it seemed totally natural and normal to me just then. I walked back to the mirror and just stood there, my mouth hanging open in amazement at the picture of total femininity I saw looking back at me. These machines were UNBELIEVABLE! I would have some heavy duty explaining to anyone who might have come to the door, who I was and why I was there, looking as I did, but that didn't seem to matter just then. I was lost in that mirror for what seemed a long time, just looking at the beautiful woman looking back at me. I did a few poses and that tickled my funny bone, so I started to laugh and stopped, COLD! I hadn't spoken at all during any of my experimenting with these alien machines and hadn't thought about my voice at all, until I laughed! Well, actually, it was more of a giggle. A high pitched, totally female, GIGGLE! I HAD wondered a bit about what, if anything these things might do to my voice but, somehow, the reality of that high pitched giggle coming from my(?) lips, scared me more than anything else, to that point. All of a sudden, all of my misgivings and doubts came back to me, full throttle, and smacked me right upside of my head. The spell that I had been under, looking like a beautiful woman, evaporated, and all of a sudden, I was just a guy in drag. Elaborate drag, I'll admit, but that was how it seemed to me right then, and I stripped out of those clothes like they were on fire! I grabbed the makeup kit and erased that from my face. Then I took away the long, blonde hair and grabbed the disc with my recording on it and snapped it into the machine. I arranged the wires properly and switched on the laptop, and in just a few seconds, I, the male me, was back, shaking. I grabbed some of my clothes and climbed into them, then I began stashing things back away. The clothing went back into the duffel bag on top of the hair styler and the makeup kit, and I actually remembered to grab those two weapons or whatever they were from the dresser drawer and stuck them into the bottom of the bag, as well. Then I hid the bag under the bed and pulled the blankets down to cover any space that might have been left between the bottom of them and the floor and, finally, sat down to have a real good shake session. WHAT the hell had I been thinking? I mean, good grief! There I had been, parading around in a rented motel room like some kind of drag queen, not even thinking about what could have happened if, say, Prue had come to the door to see if I wanted to go to dinner! From fully changed and dressed, it took me 15 minutes to change completely back to myself, and that would have been much too long for anyone to have waited outside the door, without some suspicion creeping into their thoughts. I was going to have to be a LOT more cautious about this whole thing if I wanted to keep this to myself. Hell, even if I was gonna turn this stuff over to someone from the government, I STILL had to be careful! It wouldn't take much for someone to steal those things from me, if it became known that I had them and what they could do. I finished off that pack of cigarettes and then decided to see if Prue wanted to go out to eat. Besides, I needed some fresh air! Cooped up in that room, playing with all those alien devices had given me both a case of the heebie-jeebies and an appetite! As I went out of the room, I double checked to make sure I had my wallet, smokes, lighter, and keys. I made sure that the disc was safely in my wallet and that the door to the room locked behind me. It was warm outside, but not oppressively so, and I began to relax a bit more, just being out of that room. It didn't hurt my attitude that I was going up to see a REAL, beautiful woman who seemed to have a bit of interest in me, either. I noticed a nondescript black car, parked in front of the office and, for some reason, I hesitated about going up there. I found a place where I could watch the office door and not be seen, and just stood there, watching. In just a few minutes, a couple of men in black suits came out of the office and entered the car and left. I waited until the car was out of sight from the motel before I ventured out of my hiding place and continued on up towards the office. When I reached the door, I was just about to open it when it opened, almost in my face. Prue came out of the office and she seemed to be in a hurry because she obviously didn't see me at first. When she DID see me, she almost jumped backwards in seeming shock! She had a worried look on her face and she squeaked a little bit, kinda like an "eep!" She grabbed me by the front of my shirt and practically dragged me into the office! She closed the door behind us and drew a curtain closed as well. I looked at her, partly in alarm and, sorry, partly with a little lust. Hey, so SUE me! A good looking woman practically drags me into a darkened room and slams and locks the door behind us, drawing the curtain closed as well? Well, anyway, that lust thing only lasted for about three seconds because, when she turned around to face me, there was a look of anger on her face! I took a couple of steps backwards, away from her and tried a little smile, sorta trying to defuse whatever situation I had suddenly found myself in. I couldn't imagine why she might be angry at me but I was about to find out because, when she was looking at me again, she started in on me! "Okay, mister Butler, or whatever your name is! Just what the hell are you doing here?! Those men who just left were some sort of government agents and they were asking a lot of questions about strangers passing through this area! I didn't say anything to them about you, but you'd better give me a good reason why I shouldn't call the police on you, right NOW! How DARE you come in here and bring trouble with you? My grandpa is old and he can't take this kind of thing like he used to be able to, and if he comes to any harm because of YOU, I'll, I'll..." She kind of ran down, there, for a second and I jumped in before she could work up another head of steam. "Whoaa there, Prue! I don't know what you're talking about here! Why don't you sit down for a minute and calm down as well. THEN, you can try again only this time, tell me what happened and what you are talking about!" Well, she finally calmed down enough to begin making some sense and I got the full story out of her. Apparently, two men, claiming to be with some government agency, had entered the office and were asking about any strangers that might have come through in the last day or so. They had told her that the person they were looking for was armed and to be considered dangerous. Having had lunch with me and trusting her own perceptions, she hadn't told them about me or the fact that I had just checked in the day before. She wanted the truth, however, and I felt that since it looked like she was gonna get drawn into this thing whether I wanted it to happen or not, I gave it to her. Straight from the cuff, no lies, no fudging. I told her about the UFO and the stuff I had found. I also told her about my own indecision about turning the stuff over to anyone, figuring that I would undoubtedly be detained and possibly even arrested for having lifted that stuff from the ship. I needed to have some time to try to figure out what I should and shouldn't do. She agreed with me on that point and, as we talked, I began to get the glimmer of an idea. I hadn't told Prue at that point, just what, exactly, those alien devices could do. Realizing that it would only be a matter of time until those supposed agents returned to search the place as I am sure they were going to do, with every small motel and hotel within a certain range, I knew that it would be to my benefit to get the hell out while the getting was good! Since they might just have a description of me and the car I was driving, I thought, 'Maybe I can use that body changer to get out of here. At least far enough away that I could return to being myself without worrying about being spotted and arrested. To accomplish any of that, though, I was going to have to take Prue into my confidence and tell her everything, including what those devices could do. I also knew that it would damned near impossible to convince her without a demonstration. Even now, she was looking at me like I was some lunatic and I knew that it wouldn't take much to sway her towards the opinion that I was, indeed, dangerous!' So, I told her that I would tell her the whole story, including what those devices could do, but I extracted a promise from her that she would do nothing until I had demonstrated to her that I was telling the truth. I suggested that we go get something to eat, and then come back to the motel where I would go to my room, accompanied by her, and show her what I was talking about. I told her that she could leave the door unlocked or even open it if that would set her mind more at ease about me. So, I asked her to go across the street and grab us a couple of burgers and some fries and something to drink and I would meet her back at my room in about a half an hour. She agreed to that, although I could tell that she didn't really believe me about UFOs and alien stuff. Can't say I blamed her too much. I didn't really believe it myself, yet, and I had already proven to myself that all this was real. I hurried back to my room and packed all my own stuff up in my own bag. Then I laid out the outfit I had tried on earlier and took the laptop, styler and makeup kit into the bathroom. Then, I waited for Prue to show up with the food. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Prue there with a bag full of food and two large soft drinks. I asked her to check out the bathroom to make sure that there wasn't anyone hiding there because, I told her, a different person from the one who went in there, would be coming out of there. She gave me another one of those looks that said, 'You ARE nuts, but I'll play along with this until I find out what you're REALLY up to,' but she didn't just pick up and run, so I considered that a positive sign. We ate quickly and then I excused myself to go into the bathroom to begin my change. As I picked up those female clothes, she looked at me and said, "You're not one of those, are you? Because if you are, it's OK. I just need to know before you go in there and change clothes so I'll know what to expect when you come out." I looked at her, a bit taken aback, and replied, "One of what?" "A transvestite, of course, silly! You know, one of those guys who gets his kicks from wearing ladies clothes! There's nothing wrong with it, but don't you think we should get to know each other a bit better before you start making confessions like that to me?" I took the clothes into the bathroom and hung them on a hook on the back of the door, and then went back out and sat down near Prue. I told her the complete story about what the alien devices could do and what I was planning to do with them. The only way I could get away from here was to leave as someone other than myself. I knew that if I tried to leave here as me, I would be followed and taken into custody by whoever those agents were connected with, and I wasn't about to risk that. So, I told her, my plan was to leave as a woman, and stay that way until I felt I was safe from them. Then I could go back to being myself and into hiding somewhere so I could think this whole thing out and decide what I was going to do. I assured her that I WASN'T one of "those," and that if I didn't think that this was the only way I could get out of here safely, I wouldn't even THINK about wearing any other clothes than what I normally wore. She told me that it really was okay if I wanted to "dress up" as she called it, but she didn't think I would make a very convincing woman. I asked her to just sit there and wait about 20 minutes and let me prove to her that what I had told her was the truth. Well, she finally agreed, but she had this funny smile on her face. I went into the bathroom and closed the door and stripped my clothes off. Then, I began the process of changing myself. I arranged the wires around me as I had before, Made sure that the disc was inserted properly, and switched on the machine. A few seconds later, I gazed into the mirror at that, by now, familiar female figure. It was still a shock to see that totally different face and body and know that it was really me, but I didn't ha