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Just a Little Late By Bill Hart "Hurry up, John! Drive faster! We're going to be late." John Turner calmly looked down at the clock in the dash. "You don't have to worry, Andy," he told his fraternal twin brother. "We won't be late; we have plenty of time." "Will you just speed up. I just know we're going to be late," fretted Andy nervously. "This is supposed to be the hottest fraternity party of the whole semester and we're going to be late." Andy shook his head. "Wasn't it bad enough that mom and dad told us we couldn't go to this frat party? We had to wait until after they left tonight so we could sneak out like spoiled little children. We didn't even have time to find appropriate dates for the party." "Just relax, Andy," smiled John. "We'll get to the party with plenty of time to spare. As I told you when we were planning this earlier, once we're there we shouldn't have any problems picking up a couple of unattached single girls." "How are we going to pick up girls, John?" asked Andy. "I'll bet we'll be the only guys there without dates. They're all going to laugh at us. And I'm sure they'll laugh even harder when we have to leave hours earlier than everyone else just so we can beat mom and dad home. I hate being laughed at." Andy looked down at the clock in the dash. "Is that thing right? Would you please hurry up? If we're going to get grounded for the rest of our lives or even longer, I don't want to be late or miss any more of this party than I absolutely must." "Just chill out, Andy. How many times do I have to tell you we're doing just fine? We've got plenty of time." But, as Andy continued fidgeting in the passenger seat, John decided he'd push down a little harder on the accelerator and make his younger - by nearly fifteen minutes - brother Andy a little happier. "That's a little better," said Andy, as soon as he felt the car's small acceleration. "But I'm still certain we're going to be late." John sighed. Some days - no matter what he did - he just couldn't win. Suddenly, a bright red flashing light appeared in the rear view mirror. "Oh shit!" swore John. "I just knew speeding up was a bad idea. Damn it! I knew I should have never listened to you, Andy. How many times have mom and dad warned us about this stretch of wide-open highway being such a notorious speed trap?" John pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Just how am I going to explain getting a ticket to them when we're supposed to be home?" As John saw one of the police officers approaching, he quickly turned to Andy. "Now just keep quiet, Andy. I'll do all the talking. And whatever else you do don't get excited and do something we'll both regret." "Whatever you say, John," replied Andy. "I'll try not to let them get me too excited, but I won't allow them to make us late. I'll do whatever I think is necessary to insure we won't late to the frat party." John sighed nervously, as he rolled down his window. "Yes, sir," he said politely. "You were speeding, boy," said the officer brusquely. "Did you know you were speeding?" "No, sir," replied John. "I really thought I was under the speed limit, sir." "Did you hear that, Eddie Joe?" chuckled the officer. "This boy here thought he was driving under the speed limit." "He probably missed that sign for the school zone a few miles back, Bobby Ray," smiled Eddie. "Lots of people speeding through here seem to miss that small sign, you know." "Did you miss that school zone sign back aways, boy?" asked Bobby Ray. "I guess I must have, sir. I didn't see any signs indicating a school." "Let me see your driver's license and registration, boy." "Yes, sir," replied John, as he handed the officer his license. "The registration is in the glove box, sir." He turned to his brother. "Andy, will you reach into the glove box and get the registration for the officer?" Andy nodded his head, then slowly reached for the glove box. "Hmm, John Turner," mumbled Bobby Ray, as he scrutinized John and his license very carefully. "You look kind of familiar to me, boy, but I just can't recall ever seeing you around town before. Would you be any relation to that little Turner bitch who caused such a ruckus in town just a few weeks back?" "No, sir," answered John quietly. As soon as Andy opened the glove box, Eddie Joe saw the small light inside flicker on. "Just hold it right there, boy!" he shouted. "What's up, Eddie Joe?" asked Bobby Ray. "It's that other boy there in the car, Bobby Ray. He was reaching for something in the glove box. I couldn't see what it was, but I ain't about to take any chances." "But, sir," said John nervously. "Andy was just getting the car registration for you like you wanted." "Get out of the car, boys!" ordered Bobby Ray with a widening grin. "But officer..." began John. "I said get out of the car boys." Not thinking he'd need his gun to explain things, Bobby Ray undid the fastening on his billy club instead. "I really don't want to have to tell you boys again." "Okay. Okay," said John. "We don't really want any more trouble with you, sir." He and Andy slowly opened their doors and got out of the car. "All right, boy," said Bobby Ray, motioning at Andy. "I want you to come stand over here, boy." He held his club menacingly so both boys would realize he meant business. "Eddie Joe, why don't you take a look in that glove box." "You got it, Bobby Ray," he grinned. Eddie Joe casually slid into the passenger seat as if he owned the car. "Both you boys still seem awful familiar to me," said Bobby Ray. "Do you live around here?" "Not exactly, sir," John nervously replied. "There's no sense lying to me, boy. I'll figure out exactly who you are and where we met sooner or later. I'm generally real good at remembering faces." Eddie Joe, a wide smile spread across his face, slammed the door shut as he exited the car. "Look what I found in that glove box, Bobby Ray." He held up a small plastic bag. "This kinda looks like some of that mary-julie-annie all them college kids are always smoking." John stared at Eddie Joe in disbelief. "But that's not ours, sir. We don't smoke anything; smoking is bad for you." "So you say now, but that stuff was in your car, boys," smiled Bobby Ray. "I hope you're not trying to tell me that good old honest Eddie Joe planted that stuff in your car. You wouldn't be telling me that, now would you? That would be illegal." "Of course not, sir," replied John. "But I don't know how it got in there. We really don't want any more trouble from you." "We were on our way to a fraternity party up at the college," said Andy. "And you're making us late." "That's just too bad, boy," smirked Bobby Ray. "But it's a real shame that you college boys didn't bring along a couple of good-looking hot college babes. Don't you boys know that a couple of hot sweet young things are always good for bailing bad boys like you out of trouble? I'm sure you know what I mean." Bobby Ray chuckled. "But you bad boys came out here all alone; it sure looks like you are gonna wind up being more than just a little late for that wild frat party of yours, boys." "Yeah, you're gonna be real late," grinned Eddie Joe. "Knowing the judge around these parts, I'm guessing you'll probably be a good five to seven years late unless you get out early for good behavior." Eddie Joe turned to his partner. "You know something, Bobby Ray. I've always had a hankering to bust one of them college frat parties. All them little farts are always looking down on us and thinking they're better'n us. Maybe we can mosey on over to that college and bust a few more snooty college brats after we book these two delinquents." "Put your hands on the car, boys!" ordered Bobby Ray sternly. John quickly obliged; he was beginning to think their going to this frat hadn't been such a good idea. He shouldn't have let Andy talk him into going. He wanted no more trouble from the officers. Hadn't he taken enough shit from them already? John just wanted to go home where he could be safe. He didn't want to be anywhere near either Bobby Ray or Eddie Joe. But Andy had other ideas. He kept glaring at Bobby Ray with growing anger and increasingly obvious contempt. Bobby Ray glared back at Andy. "It seems to me that you're resisting arrest, boy." He pointed his club directly at Andy. "Put your hands on this car right now or I just might have to teach you what resisting arrest really means." John gasped. "Please, sir," he pleaded. "Please don't beat my brother." "Shut up, boy! This is just between him and me now," replied Bobby Ray angrily. "Or maybe you want a taste of what resisting arrest means too." Bobby Ray turned back to Andy. "Well boy, what's it gonna be?" he smiled, knowing that this little puke, just like all the other little pukes in town, would give in to his authority. "I'm just gonna stand here staring at you, you stupid asshole," replied Andy calmly. Bobby Ray turned beet red with anger. "That was the wrong fucking answer, boy." He glared at the defiant boy. "Eddie Joe. You saw this little puke resisting arrest - didn't you, Eddie Joe?" "I sure did, Bobby Ray." "That's strange," replied Andy calmly. "I would have never guessed you could use those great big rattlesnakes to beat someone." "What?!?" exclaimed the two very startled patrolmen, as they quickly dropped the rather large diamondback rattlesnakes they suddenly found in their hands in place of their drawn batons. >From the ground, the two snakes turned back and stared at them. Their rattles rattled menacingly. They warningly spat at the two officers, before losing interest and slowly slithering away. "What did you just do, boy?" asked Bobby Ray. "I did nothing," replied Andy with a cryptic grin. "I told you I didn't want to be late for this party. And all this bullshit you've been trying to pull just keeps making us later and later." "You boys were speeding; you broke the law," stammered Eddie Joe nervously. "And we're just police officers doing our jobs. You can't do anything to us without getting yourselves into a serious heap of trouble." "Perhaps," grinned Andy. "But as long as you're both here, I think you should know I've never considered either of you very good police officers. You should have been kicked off the force years ago, tossed into your jail, and had the keys thrown away. Everyone knows it. If something happened to you, I really doubt anyone would even miss you." Suddenly, Andy's smile widened. "And yet, I've just had a very interesting idea. Maybe you two can finally serve a useful purpose for once in your miserable lives. How'd you both like to go to that frat party tonight... with us?" "Oh no! Don't do that, Andy" said John in alarm. "It'll just get us deeper in trouble." "But I have to, John. They aren't really giving me another choice," replied Andy. "I'm sick and tired of always having to take their crap all the time. Aren't you? And you know as well as I do that they'll just turn around and try pulling this shit again on some other poor innocent person if I let them continue getting away with it. It's well past the time that somebody stopped them." Andy turned back to the cops. "I hope you know there will be a lot of girls at that frat party." "A lot of girls?" mused Eddie Joe. "Can we go with them, Bobby Ray? Please. If there are gonna be a lot of girls there, it sounds like we could have us a helluva lot of fun." "As much as I'd really enjoy having a few hours of fun sticking it into a couple of snooty, stuck up college bitches, we just can't go, Eddie Joe." Bobby Ray frowned. "We're still on duty until tomorrow morning." "Oh please," groaned Andy, as he countered with a really wicked smile of his own. "We really can't let a little thing like your work keep you from having a little fun. Now can we? Besides, neither of you has ever let performing your duty stand in the way of your pleasures before. Why would you want to start now?" "Who the hell are you?" asked Bobby Ray nervously. But suddenly his bravado returned. "It certainly sounds like you're trying to bribe us. What do you think, Eddie Joe?" "It sure sounded a lot like a bribe to me too, Bobby Ray," replied Eddie Joe. "But it also sounded like a damn good one to me; one I really wouldn't mind taking. Maybe..." he began, but as soon as he saw his partner's look of scornful disapproval, his tone suddenly changed. "You boys are now in even bigger trouble than before. Can you imagine them trying to bribe us with all them loose college broads when they can't even get themselves dates." "Damn it, Andy," swore John. "Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?" "You should have listened to your brother, boy," smirked Eddie Joe. "But now, it's a little too late for that." "Late? We're late, aren't we?" Andy looked over at John. "I told you I didn't want to be late to this party. I never thought we had that much time to spare and then we had to run into these two buttwipes." Andy turned and stared at the two police officers. "It really looks like the two of you will be going to this party with us whether you want to or not." Bobby Ray stared angrily at Andy. Both officers drew their service revolvers and pointed them straight at Andy. "I don't like being the butt end of your stupid little tricks, boy. And I sure as hell don't like being threatened by some little snot-faced college boy." Bobby Ray glared at Andy. "Believe you me, boy, you're going to be one sorry little bastard once I'm through with you." Andy gazed defiantly back at Bobby Ray. "No, Andy; you can't. Please don't do whatever it is you're thinking of doing," pleaded his brother. "It'll only get us into far more trouble than they're worth, if we're caught." "I'm still afraid I don't have any other choices, John. And it's all their fault that I have to do this, you know. If it wasn't for them, we'd already be at the frat party." Andy looked over at Eddie Joe. "I don't think you'll be needing that gun anymore, Eddie Joe." Eddie Joe gasped. As if it were suddenly greased, his police special slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, making an odd hollow echoing sound as it struck the asphalt. Andy turned his attention to Bobby Ray. "And you really won't be needing your gun anymore either, Bobby Ray." As the two startled cops watched in stunned astonishment, the service revolver Bobby Ray held in his hand slowly faded away. "What the hell did you just do, boy?" asked Eddie Joe, sounding frightened. Andy ignored him. "Since you'll be going to the frat party with us, I think we can do without that police cruiser. It would just worry a lot of people needlessly if someone found it out here empty and abandoned." And while all of them watched, the police car rapidly rusted away, disintegrating before their amazed eyes. "How the hell did you do that?" asked Bobby Ray, fear increasingly evident in his voice. "Andy, you've got to stop this. We're going to get into a lot of trouble when somebody finds out what we've done." Ignoring his brother John, Andy continued. "I think both of you should be better dressed for the party; it's not a costume party, you know. And as you've already so kindly pointed out, John and I didn't have time to find dates for tonight." Andy smiled. "Although I really think we could do a whole lot better than you two, I suppose you'll just have to do for the time being." "What the hell are you talking about, boy?" asked Bobby Ray. But all of a sudden, as if they'd somehow become bared, his legs grew chilled in the slight evening breeze. When Bobby Ray looked down, he quickly discovered that not only were his legs now completely uncovered, but he also appeared to be wearing a skimpy woman's skirt and shoes with noticeable heels. As he turned back towards Andy, he also discovered he was also somehow wearing a woman's skimpy halter top. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, boy?" Andy looked him over carefully. "You're now much better dressed for going to the frat party, but you're still not overly attractive, you know. What's that line you always use, Bobby Ray? 'I've seen better looking dogs,' isn't that it?" smiled Andy. "I suppose I'll just have to fix that. And if neither of you have realized it - which I doubt - you both walk like truck drivers. That will never do, but I can adjust that as well. And just so you won't start worrying when it happens, you'll soon be filling out your brand new sexy clothes a whole lot better than you're doing now." As Bobby Ray looked down at his legs again, he couldn't believe his eyes. Both of his legs had inexplicably become long and slender; every last hair on them had somehow disappeared. His new soft hand slid easily across his equally smooth leg. And when he lifted his hand to his face, he found it smaller and smoother than he remembered with long slender fingers and long nails painted bright red. He suddenly felt his closely cropped hair flow out quickly over his shoulders and down his back. After grabbing a handful of his newly lengthened locks, he stared at his new silky blonde hair in stunned disbelief. "This can't be happening to me," he said quietly, although his voice eerily crackled with his every spoken word. And then, Bobby Ray cringed as he felt his chest begin tingling. Two small, but very obviously, female breasts began pushing out his new halter. But in short order, his new firm breasts had more than adequately filled the halter he wore, easily stretching it near its breaking point and exposing cleavage of nearly alpine proportions. Obviously stunned by what was impossibly happening to him, Bobby Ray turned back to Andy. "Just what do you think you're doing to me, boy?" he asked in an unrecognizable, yet erriely sultry, soprano. Shaking his head again in total disbelief, he was amazed at the feel of his long golden hair swishing across his shoulders. And then, suddenly wondering if these same impossible things were also happening to his partner, Bobby Ray turned slowly in the direction where he'd last seen Eddie Joe. What an absolute babe, thought Bobby Ray, as he stared at the sexy long-haired willowy brunette standing across from him in the same apparent state of confusion he felt. And yet, as he realized this lusty babe might actually be his partner Eddie Joe, he felt strangely jealous that his partner had been given a pair of breasts that were easily as large as his own. "Is that really you over there, Edie Joy?" he asked, never noticing the slight shift in his partner's name. "Of course it's me, Barbie Rae," smiled Edie Joy. "Just who did you think I was, girl?" "That's much better," smiled Andy. "Are you girls ready to go now?" "Go?" replied Barbie Rae icily, slowly sweeping his long silky blonde hair away from the front of his face. "Go where?" added Edie Joy, placing his hands on his hips and staring at Andy with contempt. "To the fraternity party, of course," replied Andy. "Where else would we be going tonight? "You've got to be kidding," snarled Barbie Rae contemptuously. "We ain't going anywhere with you looking like a couple of your common everyday bimbo wet dreams." "Of course you're going. You've been looking forward to it? Don't you remember?" Andy smiled as his suggestion told hold making both Edie Joy and Barbie Rae shake their heads. Edie Joy looked over at Andy and smiled. "We'd better be on our way, Andy honey," she cooed. "We certainly wouldn't want to be late for what promises to be just the hottest college frat party of the last several years." "But Andy," objected John. "We're going to get into trouble." With a mischievous grin, Barbie Rae slowly slid her arm around John's waist. "I don't see how you can get into much trouble if you keep doing all the driving, Johnny baby." She began nibbling on John's ear. "Why don't you let Andy drive the rest of the way so we can have that big backseat all to ourselves for a while?" * * * * * * John and Andy Turner walking into the frat house alone would have never raised an eyebrow. But they weren't alone; eyebrows most certainly raised and several mouths gaped wide open as they entered with the sultry blonde Barbie Rae and the slinky brunette Edie Joy draped on their arms. "I didn't know they were coming tonight," said a girl. "But who are they?" asked another girl. "Who could have ever imagined those two getting dates with a pair of really hot babes like them?" asked a boy enviously. Another boy replied, "I don't know who they are either." A male voice tinged with obvious jealousy answered, "I certainly would have never guessed those two even knew any girls like them. I wonder if there are more beauties like them hanging around wherever they found them?" "Maybe those two have got something a lot more interesting then anything we ever thought possible," said a girl's voice. "Maybe you're right," replied another girl nearby. "But if you want to know something really interesting, now that I've had some time to look them over more closely, both of them are really kind of cute." "You know, Mitch. It shouldn't be all that tough for us to take those two righteous looking babes away from those two losers." Both John and Andy recognized Howie Foster's voice. "They deserve a whole lot better than them. I think it's our civic responsibility to rescue hot babes like them from the dregs of total loserdom." "You've got a good point there, Howie." Neither of them was surprised to hear Mitch Wilson agreeing with Howie; he'd always thought himself God's gift to women. "Why don't we give it a shot? Other than pissing off our current dates, what have we really got to lose?" "Did you hear them, Andy?" asked John. "Mitch and Howie are gonna try stealing our new girlfriends away from us. It's just not fair." "I heard them, John, but don't worry about it," replied Andy. "But I just might have to think about doing something about them before we leave tonight - I really hate being thought a loser." "But what about Edie Joy and Barbie Rae?" "What about them, John? Everyone knows they came with us - that's good enough for me. They've done exactly what we needed them to do; they got us noticed when we walked through the door. As far as I'm concerned, those two can now run off with someone else if that's what they want to do." Andy could tell his brother was confused. "Just think about it for a few minutes, John. Remember that despite their incredible outward physical appearances and current mental dispositions, Edie Joy and Barbie Rae aren't really the girls they appear to be. When they return to their true forms, they're bound to be royally pissed at whomever they're with. Now, would you rather be with those two later tonight or would you rather be with some real girls?" "That's a real good point, Andy. I hadn't thought about what might happen with them later," replied John, as he reconsidered who these two gorgeous babes truly were. He smiled, as he watched the co-captains of the football team - Howie Foster the quarterback and Mitch Wilson the wide receiver - leading the giggling Edie Joy and Barbie Rae off to the dance floor. Left behind to fume were two extremely furious cheerleaders, who had been the dates Mitch and Howie had brought to the party. "Hi, I'm Kelly Mitchell," said the redheaded cheerleader as she strolled purposely over to Andy. "It seems those two stupid football jocks we came with have dumped us and stolen your dates. I really have no idea what I could have ever seen in him. What a god damn fucking loser." "It certainly seems that way, Kelly. Doesn't it?" he smiled thoughtfully, but knowing full well he'd also helped Howie and Mitch just a little bit with their decision. "I'm Andy Turner. Would you like to dance, Kelly?" "I'd love to dance with you, Andy. I thought you'd never ask." She returned his smile. "I'm Taffy Sawyer," said the raven-haired cheerleader to John. "You wanna know something? I think you're really cute." "I am?" stammered John. "I mean, you do?" "Of course I think you're cute, silly boy," giggled Taffy. She leaned into him and brushed her pouty lips against his. "So what do you say? Do you want to dance with me, cute stuff?" "Sure, Taffy. I'd love to dance with you." Nearly oblivious to everything and everyone else around them, the four new couples danced together for the next several hours. They might have easily danced with one another until the party ended early the next morning, but eventually Andy looked down at his watch. He frowned as he saw the time. It was a lot later than he thought it should be. Where had all the time gone? Andy realized he and his brother would have to leave the party soon. Unless it was already too late - a very definite possibility - they risked, if they stayed much longer, having their parents coming home and finding them gone. And he guessed it wouldn't take either of them very long to figure out where they'd probably gone. And then - especially when they found them - the shit was very likely to hit the fan. As all of them continued dancing, Andy purposely led Kelly towards the general vicinity of the two transformed cops. Andy smiled, hearing Kelly mumble "god damn fucking bitch" beneath her breath. She alternated glaring daggers at her former date - once she'd spotted him - and that whore, who had somehow stolen him from her, as they danced right beside them. But if looks could actually been deadly, there would have quickly been a very dead blonde sprawled out on the floor. And after Andy caught Barbie Rae's eyes for just a brief instant, the girl slowly shook her head as soon as Andy turned away. With an increasingly mischievous smile, she then whispered something into Mitch Wilson's ear. After leading his dance partner somewhat closer to Edie Joy, Kelly also failed to notice Andy catching the brunette's eye just as briefly. Having already been dumped once tonight, Andy figured Kelly could easily fly into a rage if she'd caught him looking at the willowy brunette. But Kelly was still obsessively glaring at Mitch and wishing some really serious harm would befall Barbie Rae. But then, just as Barbie Rae had done when Andy turned away, Edie Joy shook her head and, with a sensual giggle of girlish delight, whispered something into Howie Foster's ear. When the band finally reached their scheduled break, everyone began talking among themselves. "C'mon Taffy," said Kelly brusquely. "I think we need to go powder our noses." "Sure thing, Kelly," giggled Taffy. She kissed John on the cheek, then followed her friend to the ladies' room. "You know, Andy, I really don't want to go home right now, but I really think we'd better leave," said John, as he watched Kelly and Taffy disappear into the crowd. "I know that, John; it's a lot later than I thought it was," replied Andy. "I guess I was having a little too much fun dancing with Kelly. I completely lost track of the time." "Me too, Andy. Tonight's really been a lot of fun," said John. "But I'm also afraid Kelly and Taffy will be really pissed at us when they return and find us gone." "I know. It's a damn shame we have to disappoint them again tonight, but some things just can't be helped." "Do you think they'll ever forgive us?" "Probably not, John. I mean, would you forgive us if we were in their shoes and the guys we were with left us stranded without saying a word? But in the long run, does it really matter whether or not they forgive us?" "I guess not, Andy. I doubt we're ever going to see them again. But it would be better if we're long gone before they come back." As John and Andy Turner quickly made their way to the frat house door, Edie Joy and Barbie Rae with Howie Foster and Mitch Wilson respectively in tow bolted past them. All four of them had wide-eyed looks of expectant delight unmistakably etched across their faces. * * * * * * "What did you do to them, Andy?" asked John curiously as he drove them home. "Who are you talking about?" "You know exactly who I'm talking about, Andy... Those 'girls' Barbie Rae and Edie Joy. You did something to them while you were dancing with Kelly. And don't bother denying it; I saw you doing something." "Oh those; why didn't you just say so?" smiled Andy. "I really didn't do all that much to them. Since we weren't going to have time to take them home or restore them, I just made certain that they'd wake up their more or less normal cheerful selves tomorrow morning." "Are you sure that's all you did to them? All four of them looked kind of ... well, you know ... aroused and overly excited as they were rushing off. What if ... What will happen ... After Howie and Mitch take them home ... they ... well ... ah ... you know what I mean." John's face turned a brilliant scarlet. "They did appear rather excited. Didn't they?" Andy grinned. "It might make a very interesting sight to watch those two bumbling idiots Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray waking up in some strange bed next to Howie and Mitch." Andy's grin widened. "Especially since those two will remember every little detail about what they've said and done while they were sexy young women. But on the other hand, it's just as possible that it won't be Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray waking up next to them." "What do you mean, Andy?" asked John. "Oh shit; I knew it. You did something else to them. Didn't you?" John watched Andy nod. "Just what did you do to them?" Andy's smile widened. "Not all that much. Given it was Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray, I didn't think you'd mind. You noticed how excited they were as they left." John nodded his head. "Well, if those four go a little overboard in having fun tonight, those new girls might wind up getting pregnant. If they do, then they'll have to remain physically Barbie Rae and Edie Joy until after they've delivered. And once I overheard Mitch and Howie plotting to steal them away from us, it was a simple matter to link the four of them together for the rest of the evening. If the new girls do find themselves in a family way in the morning, then Barbie Rae and Edie Joy will still remember the men they once were, although they'll never be able to tell anyone else. But even if they could tell someone what happened to them, who would ever believe such a fantastic story?" "You didn't." John sounded shocked. "Well, uh, you know." "Help them out? You can relax, John. Don't you remember one of those odd quirky little details mom tried explaining to us when she first told us about our powers? Any guy who gets transformed into a girl can't get pregnant until he's been a girl for at least an entire day." Andy smiled. "I don't know whether or not that's really true, but I still upped all of their sexual appetites a couple of smidgens and then nudged their libidos into a hornier state of mind. They're going to rut like sex-crazed rabbits tonight." "Oh. As long as it's them, I guess it's okay," replied John. "But I always thought that full day thing was just something mom made up so we wouldn't worry ourselves sick about daddy going out and getting himself knocked up. You know how much he enjoys going out on the town and getting laid while he's a woman." "It was always an easy way for daddy to pick up a little extra spending cash; he always seemed to find big tippers. But we might find out if its true tonight," said Andy. "Regardless, it should be a lot of fun finding out what actually happens to them tonight. Besides, do you know anyone who'll really miss having those two assholes Bobby Ray and Eddie Joe hanging around town for the next nine months?" "I sure as hell would never miss them," replied John angrily. "I never thought you would, little brother." "But I almost wish they could be sent away forever instead of for only the next nine months," mumbled John, never noticing his brother's cryptic smile. * * * * * * Near dead silence reigned during the rest of the drive home. John just drove. Thinking about those two slimeballs had reminded him of that night a few weeks back that he'd rather forget. "I just don't believe this," said John, as he pulled the car onto the driveway. "We're a hell of a lot luckier than we have any right to be, Andy." He looked at the clock in the dash. "Even as late as it is, mom and dad still aren't home." "I wonder what's keeping them out so late tonight. When we finally got away from the frat house, I was really afraid they'd be home before we could get here." Andy got out of the car and headed for the front door. "But we'd better not try pressing our luck much further." After opening the front door, Andy and John quickly went inside. "I think we'd better hurry up, get changed, and hop into bed. Mom and dad should never know we haven't been here all night, John." "That's true. I really don't think either one of us would like to try explaining to mom and dad why we're still up so late on a school night." "Or why we're currently dressed the way we are either." Andy sighed. "I really doubt they could understand why we went to that frat party tonight." "That's an understatement, Andy." "Besides, I don't think either mom or dad were expecting my powers to manifest themselves quite this soon. From everything they've told us, they shouldn't have even begun developing yet. But if they see that I have mine now, they'll begin wondering if yours have also developed early." "I really wish they would," sighed John. "It would make plenty of things a lot simpler for me. I could have dealt with those two assholes tonight." "Don't start worrying about getting your powers, John. I'm sure they'll start manifesting themselves soon enough. Are you ready?" John nodded. Andy began concentrating. Although he and his brother John had had lots of fun being college juniors at the frat party tonight, tomorrow was just another school day for them at Danlinger High School. And they had to be their normal high school sophomore selves again and not this pair of lusty college boys they'd been before their parents came home. It didn't take long for them to change. Andrea looked across at her sister and smiled. "It worked perfectly, Jo. We're our normal selves once more." "And it's about time too, Andi. Although I'd have to say being a boy was a really interesting experience, it just felt wrong somehow. I've felt strange all night," said Joanna. "And another thing, I really don't understand how boys manage to walk around with that thing hanging between their legs. It felt so weird; it was continually alternating between being hard and being soft, especially when I was dancing with Taffy." "I know exactly what you mean, Jo. But you know we had to find out what being a boy felt like sooner or later. And we certainly couldn't have gone to the frat party as ourselves. They would have never let us in; we aren't old enough. But I'm also really glad I don't have one of those monstrous things hanging there all the time. It felt so strange - mine got so huge, when Kelly kissed me. And afterwards, she gave me the strangest smile." "She was probably wondering what it would feel like doing it with someone hung like wild stallion," giggled Joanna. "Joanna Turner!" exclaimed Andrea, as she blushed bright beet red. "But I was almost kind of glad you were able to restrain yourself with those two scumbags, Andi. If I'd had control of even a small part of my powers now, I really doubt I could have restrained myself where those two were concerned. I'm afraid I probably would have done something a lot more permanent to them." "But that's totally understandable, Jo," replied Andrea. "After all, it was those same two dirtbags that tried to rape you only few weeks ago. Fortunately, they were scared off when you started screaming and all those people came running to help. Who knows what else could have happened to you?" Joanna shivered as she again remembered that night she'd rather forget, but knew she never could. "But nobody even believed me when I told them who attacked me. Everyone said it was only my overactive imagination playing tricks. Everyone said they would never do something like that. And to make matters worse, Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray lied to everyone about what had happened, Andi. And everyone believed them; no one believed me." "Not 'no one', Jo. I always believed you." Andrea hugged her sister. "I knew you could never say anything false about anyone." Joanna smiled. "I know, Andi, and I really appreciate it," she replied, hugging her sister back. "But what you did still isn't fair, you know. Everybody still thinks my being attacked was somehow all my fault." Joanna suddenly frowned. "It's just a real shame you're letting them enjoy having sex; it would have been better poetic justice if they were raped a few dozen times themselves." "We'll just wait and see if they learn anything tonight," said Andrea with a cryptic smile. "And if we don't think they've learned their lessons well enough after tonight, then we can always try something a little more drastic the next time." "That might be more interesting. Maybe I'll have my own powers the next time," smiled Joanna. "I wouldn't be surprised if you have the same powers I do the next time we see them," whispered Andrea. For several minutes, Joanna and Andrea hugged one another. When they finally separated, they headed off for their bedrooms. After all, it had been a very long and eventful night. * * * * * * Andrea smiled at her reflection as she brushed out her hair. With the exceptions of the unexpected interference by Mitch Wilson and Howie Foster, which hadn't really hurt anything, everything had gone down pretty much as she'd hoped and planned. She'd known they'd be out there tonight; those two sorry excuses for policemen had always been so predictable. But she felt relieved that the whole mess was finally coming to an end. Her sister Joanna believed everything would be back to normal once the sun rose in the morning. And, in a real sense, everything would be literally normal once more. The only real difference would be that what would be normal come morning wouldn't exactly be what had been normal this morning. Whether or not Howie and Mitch had the necessary stamina to impregnate the new girls was more or less irrelevant. Andrea wasn't overly interested in finding out if that full day thing was true or not. Whatever else happened to them during the night, Edie Joy and Barbie Rae were still going to be around long after the sun rose in the morning. During the night, they would be going through additional physical changes and acquiring a new outward mental outlook. In the morning, they'd be somewhat confused girls for a while, but they'd quickly settle into their brand new lives as high school seniors, in place of the two college girls she'd recast those middle-aged perverts as earlier tonight. They'd both know - how could it be any type of punishment if they didn't? - that they'd once been lecherous male cops named Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray, but, just as she'd told Joanna, they'd never be able to tell anyone. While their male psyches would be unable to do anything but silently watch, they would act just like the girls they appeared to be. And everyone else in town would think they had always been Edie Joy and Barbie Rae. They'd be assuming the roles of the pretty girls every town seemed to have with such scandalous reputations that men like they'd once been continually sought out for their company. And there was a major plus side to them remaining girls. Once reality altered during the night effectively erasing Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray's existences from everyone's memories, her sister Joanna would no longer be troubled with memories of either of the men who had tried raping her. In addition, she would no longer recall that such an attempt on her had been made. How could anyone possibly remember something about what someone had done when no one could even recall that that someone had ever existed? But, as there always was, there was also a down side - of sorts. Andrea knew she was probably going to lose all of her new powers. She didn't know exactly how she knew what she now knew, but somehow she just knew with an absolute certainty that she wasn't supposed to have these powers yet. It wasn't right. And yet, relinquishing them for a while would probably be just as well in the long run; her own actions tonight had already convinced her she wasn't really ready to accept the great responsibility her powers represented. But with that same odd sense of absolute certainty, she also knew she could retain her powers - if she really wanted to retain them. But to do that would mean having to remember the real reason she now knew had caused her powers to manifest earlier than they should have. When asked, their mother had told them several times they needed to become women first, but she had never elaborated on what that meant. But with all other things being equal, Andrea didn't want to remember being raped by Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray less than a week after their aborted attempt on Joanna. Besides, if just one person other than those transformed continued remembering Bobby Ray and Eddie Joe as they'd been, there was always an outside chance they might someday be restored, After seeing how the justice in the town of her birth had thoroughly worked over her innocent sister, incredibly making her the villain instead of the victim, Andrea had quickly decided against making that same mistake. As a result, she'd kept quiet about being raped, just as so many other girls in town had done before her. Other than the three of them - and she wasn't totally sure about them - nobody knew Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray had raped her. What they'd done to her that night wasn't fair. Apparently, they hadn't even wanted her - they'd kept calling her 'Joanna' or 'bitch' as they'd repeatedly penetrated her and laughed. And everything they'd done to her had only made her more and more angry with them. But what could she - they were both so much larger and stronger - have possibly done to stop them? Nothing at the time. And even worse, the town probably wouldn't have believed Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray had raped her any more than they'd believed Joanna. But then, it had been the rape - not their first period as she and Joanna had both expected, only to be disappointed - that had made her a woman. Not long afterwards, her powers had begun manifesting. Although it had made no sense to her at the time, what had happened explained their parents' odd sense of relief, as well as their first question, when first notified Joanna had been attacked. And, although Andrea had always been taught that seeking revenge was wrong, she'd decided - since no one else ever likely would - to get even with them. They were going to pay for what they'd done to her and Joanna and all the other girls. Not only would they be paying for a long time, they were never again going to rape another girl. Consequently, when she awoke in the morning, she'd be just like everyone else in the world; she'd no longer have any memories - good or bad - of Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray. But that was probably for the best. Otherwise, she knew eventually she'd start feeling sorry for them. Other than deep in their own minds, neither of them would have ever existed. And their rape of her, which had caused the premature development of her powers, would have never happened. She wondered briefly if regaining her virginity would hurt, but quickly realized that she'd never even know she'd ever lost it in the first place. Even better news for everyone else in town, none of the other unsolved rapes those two perverts had committed and covered up over the past several years would have happened either. At the morning's first light, several other things were probably going to be significantly different around town. Only no one would ever realize that something had changed. But losing her powers until she was old enough to use them wisely and more responsibly was a small price to pay for ridding the world forever of two loathsome perverts like Eddie Joe and Bobby Ray. With them gone, the peace of mind of every girl in town would increase, even though no one would ever notice. And Andrea was also firmly convinced that it would be better for her if she gained her powers through an act of love rather than an act of violence. Andrea yawned. It had been a really long day and she was tired, but she couldn't help thinking she'd forgotten something that needed being done. But whatever it was couldn't have been overly important. She never forgot anything that was really important. Maybe it was just the excitement of the junior varsity cheerleader tryouts tomorrow afternoon. That must be it, decided Andrea. But that's really kind of strange - I don't really remember wanting to be a cheerleader or even deciding to tryout for the junior varsity cheerleading squad. And yet it might actually be a lot of fun being a cheerleader; boys always seemed to be attracted to cheerleaders. And if that wasn't what it was, then whatever was bothering her could certainly wait until morning. But as sleep gradually overtook her, her sleepy mind focused briefly on two male faces. Strangely, they seemed very familiar. But they also appeared to be of college age. She couldn't recall having met either of them, and she didn't think she would have ever forgotten a couple of hunks. Besides, where would she have ever met any college boys around her? * * * * * * Mitch Wilson awoke with a sudden start. What an utterly fantastic night he'd just had. His mind was still abuzz with thoughts of her. In his entire life, he'd never known anyone as totally incredible or absolutely insatiable in bed as Barbie had been with him. She was most definitely one exceptionally hot babe; something she more than obviously knew quite well. But as Mitch opened his eyes, he wondered where he was. Although he didn't recognize this room he was in, he was certain it wasn't the motel room where he'd taken Barbie after leaving the frat party early. It was an odd-looking room; it seemed more like a room that belonged to a teenage girl. But what was he doing here? And more to the point, just where the hell was here? As he turned his head slightly, he saw Barbie still sleeping peacefully beside him. Although she still looked absolutely great, she looked different somehow. And then Mitch realized she appeared to be several years younger than she'd been last night. But that just wasn't possible; nobody got younger overnight. Mitch began wondering if Barbie had lied to him about her age last night; it wouldn't have been the first time a pretty girl had lied just to be with him. But regardless of her current youthful appearance, Mitch had totally believed Barbie was a college girl last night. And she just as obviously wasn't one this morning. Mitch knew he was headed for a hell of a lot of trouble now - that is, if anyone found out and he was convinced someone would. Barbie was very obviously underaged and most definitely oversexed and overdeveloped. But that would make no difference to the law. She might have been an eager and more than willing bed partner, but statutory rape was still rape. And that would also raise a morals issue, which would be a more than sufficient reason to get him booted off the football team. And yet, Mitch was convinced he'd taken Barbie to a motel last night. He even remembered the man at the motel leering at her. How had she got him to her room? Why hadn't he noticed she was underage last night? But on the other hand, she definitely hadn't looked so young last night. Before Mitch could make a move to get out of the strange bed, the still soundly sleeping Barbie rolled over towards him. As her arm slid slowly across his waist, he began experiencing tingly sensations all over. They made him feel really good. And he also felt a tremendous surge of incredible pleasure rushing through his body unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Mitch sighed, as Barbie's soft hands rose slowly upwards from his waist. He couldn't believe how good it felt, when she began gently caressing his full firm breasts. Breasts? As soon as he realized what she was doing to him and how it was making him feel, his eyes suddenly grew wide in puzzled astonishment. "What the hell is going on?" he whispered, even as he leapt awkwardly from the bed. Standing dumbfounded before the mirror, he muttered, "I must be dreaming; this can't possibly be true." For several additional minutes, Mitch could only stare at his naked reflection in stunned disbelief. Even knowing what he saw in the mirror was quite impossible, he appeared to have transformed sometime during the night. He now had long hair the same blode shade as Barbie's. He also had a pair of bigger-than-average sized tits. Even though they weren't nearly as large as Barbie's, the fact remained that there was still a matching pair of humungous tits hanging proudly from his now hairless chest. Even worse, his dick had also vanished during the night; in its place he now had a moist pussy. And making something already bad even worse, he also appeared to be younger than he should. The image he saw in the mirror didn't make any sense. How could it? He was a girl who didn't look much older than fifteen himself. He didn't want to believe what the mirror insistently kept showing him. It was impossible. Wasn't it? Somehow during the night he'd lost about a decade of his life. And during that impossible process of becoming younger, he'd also become - just as impossibly - a girl. Mitch turned from the mirror and glared at the sleeping Barbie. She must have done this to me somehow, he swiftly concluded. Although I don't know how she could have done this, she must be responsible for my being turned into this young girl. Scrambling quickly back to the bed, Mitch roughly shook Barbie shoulders. "Wake up, bitch! What the hell did you do to me last night?" he screamed. Barbie's eyes slowly opened. Confused surprise clearly showed in her blue eyes as she looked sleepily about the room. "Where am I?" she asked Mitch. But then, she sat up and stared at him. "And just who the hell are you?" Mitch glared back at her. "You know damn well who I am." "I do?" Barbie - her hand absently fondling one of her breasts - looked even more puzzled than before. Although she didn't think she knew this strange girl, she did, quite oddly, seem very familiar. "Of course you know me. We met at the frat party last night," replied Mitch. "I don't know how you managed to do this, but I know you must have done this to me." He held his newly slimmed arms out from his body. "Why?" "I don't know what the hell you're talking about; I've never been to a college frat party, although I'd imagine I'll be going to several of them once I've graduated from high school. And just what the hell do you think I did to you?" asked Barbie nervously. "Isn't it fairly obvious?" snarled Mitch, as he wondered how this girl could have duped him so thoroughly. "You did something last night that turned me into a girl." Barbie's mouth dropped open. "You must be crazy," said Barbie. This odd girl really worried her; she might be capable of doing anything. "Could you explain something to me? How could I, or anyone else for that matter, have possibly changed you into a girl. You must know something like that's totally impossible." And yet worriedly, Barbie shook her head. Although she knew this strange girl's story of being a boy changed into a girl couldn't possibly be true, something about it seemed vaguely familiar and that disturbed her. "And now, if you wouldn't mind, would you kindly tell me how you got into my room?" My room wondered Barbie? Even though it couldn't be overly important, Barbie wondered why she hadn't recognized this as her room before now. "I don't really know how I got here. I just woke up here in the bed next to you a little bit ago," replied Mitch. "I figured you must have brought me here yourself for some reason." "And just why would I do something dumb like that?" asked Barbie snidely. "Since you obviously haven't noticed, you're a girl. And I'm a girl. I'm not really into other girls - never have; never will. And if you want some proof, just go into town and ask any boy you happen to see." "But I'm not a girl," objected Mitch, even as he casually swept several silken strands of his blonde hair away from the front of his face. "Well, I wasn't last night." "Oh, really." Although Barbie's eyebrow raised in apparent surprise, Mitch thought he could see something in her eyes that told him she believed him. But her next words swiftly shot that notion down in flames. "With that body and those big boobs you certainly could have fooled me, girl. Just how old are you anyway?" she asked curiously. "Twe..." began Mitch, wanting to answer twenty-four. But he suddenly and inexplicably was unable to finish answering her question as he'd intended. But after shaking his head, he finally answered her question with a simple, "Fifteen." But he wondered why he'd told Barbie he was fifteen, because deep down he knew that, regardless of how young he looked at the moment, he wasn't really fifteen. So why had he told Barbie he was fifteen, when he knew he wasn't? Feeling a momentary dizziness, Mitch's mind swirled rapidly as it sought a simple and logical answer to this dilemma of his age. And after only a few seconds had passed, his mind had found its simple and logical explanation. He'd just told Barbie that he was fifteen, because he really was fifteen. In fact, he'd just celebrated his fifteenth birthday last week. How much simpler a reason could there be for him telling her he was fifteen. Although it seemed somewhat peculiar, he'd obviously merely forgotten about having his birthday. Mitch suddenly felt very relieved that, aside from his still being a girl, there was nothing else wrong with him. "You know, girl, if you're going to insist on sticking around here for a while, I really need something to call you. Do you have a name?" asked Barbie. "I really doubt you'll enjoy having to continually answer to 'hey you' or 'girl' for very long. That kind of shit tends to get awful stale pretty damn fast." "But you already know my name," answered Mitch, fighting back a new surge of dizziness. "It's Molly," he said. With an expression of total surprise etched across his face, he looked across at Barbie. He wondered why he'd told her that. "My name is Molly," he repeated. "Molly Wilson." Molly suddenly shook his head. His name being Molly still didn't sound right to him for some strange reason. But at the same time, if his name wasn't actually Molly, then what could it be? He couldn't recall ever answering to a name other than Molly. "Wow! I don't believe it!" exclaimed Barbie, an odd faraway look showing in her eyes for an instant. "This is really starting to get strange. That's my name too." "Oh, it is not," snapped Molly in mild annoyance. "You're just a damn little liar. I know your name isn't Molly like mine. I know your name is Barbie." "I know that too, you silly little twit," replied an equally annoyed Barbie. "I didn't mean my name was Molly. It's just that Wilson's my last name too. Don't you think that's really strange the two of us having the same name." Since when did your last name become Wilson thought Molly? He couldn't exactly remember what her last name really was - had she even given him one last night? - but he knew damn well it wasn't Wilson. He would have remembered something like that. Molly suddenly glared at Barbie with disgust. "Well, I really don't think your last name being Wilson is all that strange, Barbie," he replied, surprising himself. "Or don't you remember? Your last name is Wilson because we have the same parents; you're my older sister." Barbie looked over at Molly again. Suddenly, she kind of vaguely remembered having a little sister. And this odd girl with her blonde hair and big boobs did sort of look like a younger version of her. But Barbie still had an issue that needed to be settled with this girl before she could accept Molly as her sister. "If you're supposed to be my little sister, as you've just now claimed, then you must really be a girl," she said smugly. Molly's mind briefly spun seeking new answers. Hadn't he already been down this long path with Barbie before? But then, his older sister had never had a very long attention span - unless there was a boy involved. "Duh!!" Molly finally replied as her mind found its answer. "I really don't know what it is about you, Barbie, but sometimes you can be really weird... even for you. Of course, I'm a girl. We're sisters aren't we? And the last time I checked, in order for us to be sisters we both must be girls. Didn't we just spend all last night sitting on your bed and talking about boys - that is your most favorite subject in the whole wide world, isn't it? I guess we must have fallen asleep on your bed sometime last night." Barbie shook her head. "That kinda makes sense. I do sort of remember talking about something with someone somewhere last night. I guess it could have been boys with you right here in my room, Molly." After considering her little sister's - she now totally accepted her as such - explanation of what had happened last night, Barbie thought it sounded as plausible as any other reason. But after looking down at the clock radio on her dresser, she frowned. "The alarm never went off. We'd better hurry and get ready for school. We wouldn't want to be late." For just an instant, being a sophomore at Danlinger High School didn't seem quite right. Wasn't she in college? But how could she be in college? She was only fifteen. "I wish we didn't have to go to school today," replied Molly sullenly, still sounding vaguely troubled at the thought of attending high school. Glancing at herself in her older sister's full-length mirror as she passed, Molly wondered how Barbie could have ever doubted she was a girl? After all, they were sisters. And it should have been totally obvious to anyone looking at her that she was a girl. After all, if she were not a girl, then she'd have to be a boy; there were no other alternatives in this universe to choose from. As she slid her hand onto her hip and posed briefly before the mirror, she glanced back at her sister and smiled. "Just for the record, Barbie," she teased. "How many boys do you know that look anywhere near as good as me?" Barbie quickly smiled back. "For the record? Why none, of course, Molly dear. But that's very fortunate for them; I don't think a boy looking like you could ever be happy. I really hope I never run across one of them either. I also doubt I could ever be interested in any boy that looked like my little sister. Besides, if he had his own boobs, he'd probably be more interested in playing with them than mine." For several minutes, the two sisters laughed at the totally ludicrous thought of some unsuspecting boy suddenly having to deal with breasts as large as theirs. They quickly decided he'd never be able to survive. Finally Molly left Barbie's room so they could both get ready for school. On the way between Barbie's room and hers, Molly decided her older sister had probably been yanking her chain all morning. That made Molly smile. Barbie hadn't been so playful with her in a very long time, but then, Barbie was so popular with nearly every boy in town that the two of them seldom had any time for a really good sister-to-sister chat. But Molly also knew she had to hurry and get ready for school. Whether or not she wanted to go, she knew she had to go to school today. There was something - she didn't recall what it was exactly - she had to do there today. And once her older sister was ready to leave, Molly knew that Barbie wouldn't wait more than a few minutes for her to get out to the car so they could be on their way. * * * * * * Having finished her hastily made breakfast, Molly was ready to head for school. And, as she almost always was, she was ready to leave several minutes before Barbie. Throughout breakfast, Molly had the distinct impression that something was bothering her sister. She was still acting kind of strange - at least, stranger than was normal for her - this morning. She'd even asked Molly where the kitchen was - as if it might have somehow moved from where it had always been during the night. But even weirder, Molly couldn't understand why her parents and her sister had acted like they'd never met at first. But that couldn't possibly be true; Barbie was their daughter. As far as she could tell none of them were any different than they'd always been; they were still the same Barbie, Mom, and Dad that she remembered. However, by the time they'd all finished eating breakfast, everything appeared to be back to normal - more or less - between them. Their father had even kissed both of his girls on the cheek before he'd left for work. As the girls left the house, heading for Barbie's car, Molly saw Edie Foster waiting for them. But at least that was something not overly unusual. Edie didn't have her own car yet and she almost always bummed a ride to school with them. And yet, if there were something that might be considered unusual about Edie and Barbie, it would have to be their friendship. At first glance, no one would have ever guessed they could be such really good friends. >From what Molly could tell, Edie and her sister seemed to be engaged in a long running contest. For those who didn't know them as well as she did, it might have seemed an odd contest for two girls to be playing. Which of them could score with the most boys in town almost seemed a game more likely to be played by boys. Although Molly didn't know who was ahead in their game, she doubted either of them knew either. She wouldn't have been surprised finding out they'd never kept score. Molly didn't think Barbie or Edie even cared who was ahead or behind or even whether or not they won or lost. As long as each of them kept getting everything she wanted, they'd always be perfectly content with things the way they were. After opening the car door, Edie turned and shouted over her shoulder. "C'mon slowpoke! Could you please try hurrying up for once in your life? Why are you always so slow day after day." "I don't know, Edie," replied a girl's voice shyly. Very strangely, the girl's soft voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time to Molly. "I guess it's just the way I am, Edie." "Helen?" asked Molly hesitantly, as she stared at the girl about her own age who'd just arrived. "Is that really you, Helen?" But for a fleeting moment, Molly had had the strangest notion that Helen should actually be someone else entirely and not Helen at all. Feeling thoroughly bewildered, the girl glanced over in Molly's direction. "Of course it's me, Molly," she answered with a shy smile. "I mean, other than my older sister Edie, just who do you know that consistently gives me a hard time about my slowness?" "No one I guess," replied Molly. "But you wanna know something really strange? For a couple of seconds, I actually thought you should be someone else instead of you." Helen stared back at Molly. "I think there must be something strange going around here, Molly. Would you believe, I was just thinking the very same thing about you? Isn't that really weird?" "It sure is," agreed Molly. "I wonder if whatever it is has affected everybody in town or just us? I mean you and I have know