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publication at Fictionmania. The song is Suzanne by Leonard
Cohen.
Decision at Ellis Island
By shalimar
Steve walked into his favorite bar in East Meadow on Long Island.
It was not the same since Simon had disappeared about 3 months
before. It hurt not to have Sy around, but Steve was determined
to continue without his best friend. They had done everything
together ever since they met in kindergarten. They even shared
their incomplete 'gifts' with each other. Simon was able to move
small objects, telekinesis. It always amazed Steve. Steve's
'gift' was the ability to 'see' a disaster. He knew the event
would occur about 1 to 2 days after he 'saw' the event.
Unfortunately he had not details. To know that much and not be
able to do anything about it frustrated Steve. At least Simon's
gift was fun, although Steve sometimes had to duck.
As Steve was between women at the time, Steve's goal at that bar
was to meet someone that night. He knew it might be a one night
stand, but he hoped it would be Miss Right. He ordered a beer
and started to drink as he looked around.
A young woman who, like him, was 20 to 22 sat down next to him
and also ordered a beer and looked Steve over. She was about 5'
6". Her raven hair fell down to her ears and neck. Other than
her short hair, as far as he was concerned she was very pretty.
She wore a white blouse that showed her small cleavage well, and
a black skirt that was 4" above the knee while she sat. Her
green eyes made her look sexy. Her black shoes completed her
sexy outfit. Steve gave the bartender the money for the beer as
he thought that she looked like a female Simon.
"Hi, I'm Simone, and thanks for the beer," she said extending her
hand in a manly way for a handshake.
"Steve."
"Would you mind if we took a table?"
Simone seemed strong willed for a woman.
"Sure, it's nice to be the one being picked up, for a change.
You'd be surprised how flattering it is for a man."
She smiled.
They sat down in a booth about 10 feet from the bar. Simone
looked around as if casing the place, and then she started to
talk. Simone told him that she had been away from the area for a
while. She said she had come back looking for a friend that she
missed a lot. She decided that evening to come into the bar
because she and her friend had come into that bar often.
"You are that old friend."
"Excuse me, but I think we have just met. I know that I would
have remembered a pretty woman with short hair like you. I also
would have remembered a woman who was as aggressive as you."
"I am Simon."
"I hate to tell you this, Simone, but Simon was I mean is 6 foot.
Even in your 2" heels you come up one inch short of my 5' 9"."
"I can prove it."
"How? By telling me something only Simon and I would know?" How
do I know that Simon didn't put you up to this? He is capable of
this kind of joke."
"If I'm not Simon I'll tell him you're looking for him. When I'm
finished you will know that one of the two has to be the truth."
"Fair enough. Prove it."
"Last New Year's Eve you and I were without girlfriends. You
promised to get some girls from Hofstra to come to the party at
my place that was at the time 2 people, you and me. We ended up
being a party of 2 until we heard some voices just before
midnight in the hallway of my apartment building in Rockville
Centre that I had just moved into. The voices were 2 women about
2 years younger than us about to go into their apartment across
the hall. We invited them in to help us celebrate the New Year.
Barbara and Diana saved your ass that night by agreeing.
Although we had fun that night, there was no sex and no spark.
Except in the hallway we never saw them again."
"Not bad, go on."
"You bought a house in the Levittown section of Wantagh on
Wildflower Lane. I was supposed to move in with you when my
lease was up. If I remember correctly that is about 6 months
from now."
"So?"
"You want more proof Wolfie?"
Steve winced. She had used a version of his legal first name of
Wolfgang.
"I know that most people would think of 'Amadeus'," Steve and
Simon sometimes communicated a lot by using an obscure reference.
"But you would think about your grandfather. I know you hated
him and everything he stood for."
"Just mentioning him puts my teeth on edge."
"I know. I helped you with your term paper on that monster,
remember."
"I told you not to dehumanize him. That is what he did. Wow
this situation is getting curiouser and curiouser."
"Then watch this, Alice."
She put her hands with the red polished nails on the table and on
both sides of the beer and looked at it. The mug rose in an arc
and reached her lips. She took a sip and the mug slowly came
down on the table.
"Could you lift that mug just a little bit?"
Without touching it she obliged. Steve put his hands around the
mug trying to find the wires without success. She giggled. It
was infectious, and he laughed too.
"When I was Simon I could not lift anything that heavy that way.
Also, my abilities were sporadic at best. That's why I did it.
That's why I changed, especially when they explained why I was
needed. They said that I would have additional special abilities
because I am a descendent of the Mad Woman of Brody. They told
me I would have more powers than that, and I do. The ability to
heal as in stopping disease. They said I could help protect the
facility where we were staying. I told them about you. That you
had the ability to see, even though it wasn't as good as you would
like it. I told them how frustrated you are not being able to
see enough to do something about it. They told me that when I
was able to leave the facility safely I could recruit you. If I
do recruit you, you will have to change genders like me. That
way you will be able to channel your powers. So, here I am."
"So, I would be a witch, like you, then. Did you tell them that
I abhor violence, Isaiah? I hear the potential of major
violence here."
"We are about to go into a war. The enemy is bent on world
dominance and controlling the people."
"So? Tell me something I wouldn't have guessed."
"The control is through mind altering. We would be like robots.
Even religious leaders support us. How often does the Pope, the
Patriarch, the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Dalia Lama, the
Luboavich Rabbi, the Satimar Rabbi, most of the televangelists,
the Iranian religious Council and the Mormon Elders agree on
anything together?"
"Never."
We also have the support of most of the governments in the world
including our own. We are top secret. We make Area 51 seem
open."
"But the violence."
"I don't like violence either. This guy is like the worst of
Hitler, Stalin, Mao, the Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. We
have no choice."
She finished her beer.
"But I still can't be like HIM."
"The only thing you and your grandfather have in common is your
first name. Your life continues to be a repudiation of what he
stood for. Besides, you don't even have the same 'Y' chromosome.
Also, as what you call a witch, you can do other things besides
seeing such as healing. You could fix a bad heart, kill a
cancer, move a placenta in a previa, or close a broken artery."
"I have to think about it."
He took his last gulp.
"I understand, my love. I will give you a way to contact us."
Suddenly Steve went white as a ghost as he shut his eyes tight.
"NO!" was all he said.
"What's wrong?" Simone asked worried.
"I hear their screams."
It was the way Steve always 'saw', their screams from the fear.
"Whose? Is that your sight? You told me about events, but I
never saw you experience it before."
"A plane. A bomb."
"You never had this much information before."
"Perhaps you are aiding me. You said you had other powers,
'Black Magic Woman'."
"I don't know, Santana. I will try to save the 64 people."
"What 64 people?"
She went silent for about 30 seconds.
"There, I sent a message back to the facility. They will let the
FAA know."
"WHAT 64 people?"
"I don't know how I know."
Steve looked at Simone amazed.
"Yes, Casey," she continued, "I am receiving what you can see and
catching that which you can't see."
"You convinced me."
"I don't understand. Your main problem is with violence, not the
sex change."
"I'm not gay or even thought of a sex change before tonight. In
fact the sex change part gives me the willies. The way I see it
I could have breasts and prevent things like Egypt Air and
Columbine or have my penis and be frustrated not being able to do
anything about it. It's a no brainer. I have to choose life,
especially with the possibility to heal. Besides, your sex
change makes me want to make love to you."
Hummmmmm. that's an interesting thought. Your idea makes me
excited and tingly all over. I do feel a major attraction to
you. More to any other person I have met before or after my
change. Besides, if anyone of the enemy is following me that
will throw them off our trail. I have no car. Let me drive us
to your house. It will help me convince you that I really am,
was Simon."
"Let me see your driver's license first. I must know if you can
legally drive."
She took her license out of her purse and handed it to him. He
looked at it. It was a New York license with the name Simone
F. Brodsky, with the same Rockville Centre address that Simon
had.
"Oh, yeah, what does the 'F' stand for?"
"Francis. I hated it. Now that it's appropriate I don't mind
it. Do I pass the test, teacher?"
"Yes."
"Then may I have your keys, please," she said with a smile and a
sexy turn of her body as he gave her an appreciative look and the
keys.
They left the bar. Steve directed her to the car. She found it.
Steve knew she would know the car. They opened the doors and got
in. She drove East along Hempstead Turnpike, turned right onto
Lorring, Left on North Jerusalem and right on Meyer. At the end
of the curve she turned left onto Weaving and right on
Wildflower, ending on the wrong side of the street to the house.
"Do you want me to park here or in the driveway?"
"Driveway."
She did as instructed, handed him the keys and asked him to open
the trunk. He obliged and she pulled out a suitcase.
"I put that into your trunk before I came into the bar."
"How did you do that? Never mind. I'm just not used to things
like that, yet."
He took the suitcase from her and brought it in. They went to
his bedroom where they had sex. It was more of a sharing thing
then a hot and heavy horny act. They awoke naked in the spoons
position with Steve on the outside holding Simone's tummy as the
clock radio went off. They each enjoyed the sensation of the
other next to them.
"I have to get to work," he told her as he kissed her.
She turned around and returned the kiss. That got him a bit
horny.
"Not if you're going to do this. Call in sick. We'll arrange a
leave of absence for you."
As Steve called in sick, Simone made breakfast.
"A domesticated little lady," Steve told Simone as he gave her a
kiss on the cheek.
"If I didn't have to recruit you I would be glad to be YOUR
little lady. We already share a lot. I think sex was the only
thing we didn't share before last night."
"Perhaps I'll change my mind."
"No, you don't. You are more important than you think you are,
and don't get a swollen head about what I just said. If it
wasn't for that I would stay where we are now, but we have to get
going soon."
"How do you know that I am that important?"
"Those with as good a sight as you will have, told me that you
are very important. They told me more, but not to tell you.
Pease don't push me on this. I don't know all the details
myself."
"An enigma in a riddle in a mystery."
"Of course, Mr. Churchill."
"Will I ever know?"
"Only after it's over, at least that is what they told me."
After they finished eating he asked, "What should I wear? And
bring along?"
"What you wore last night would be appropriate except it is
probably skuzzy by now, and you need sneakers. Other than ID
you don't need anything else. Except for this holiday, not even
money."
"Thanks, I know what to wear!" he shouted as he ran to the
bathroom.
He put on a peach button down shirt with a Kelly green sweater on
top of it. His brown pants, sox and sneakers completed his
outfit. He had chosen the colors a while back. He had learned
he was a Spring complexion when he was dating a student at
Adelphi. She took him to a color coordinating class once. Steve
was dressed quickly.
Simone started getting dressed. She put on a red bra and panties
set and black knee highs. A red blouse that left little to the
imagination went over tight black jeans. Her red and black
walking sneakers finished the outfit. That took 5 minutes. Her
makeup and hair took about a half hour. She finished with a thin
gold bracelet and quarter inch gold chain necklace. Then she
made sure everything was perfect.
"Not bad for someone who used to be a slob," she said. "I'm
leaving my suitcase here and open, to throw off anyone following
us just in case.'
"Where are we going?"
"All I can tell you is that we are going to take the train into
the city and take the subway to the Battery. We will take the
boat going to the Statue of Liberty. We will stay on Ellis for a
while until my contact lets me know we can leave. While we are
there we will act like a loving couple out for a holiday."
"That shouldn't be hard. I do love you."
"The hardest part is not wanting to stay with you here. When I
was Simon I loved you like a friend. I too don't remember having
a gay or transsexual thought before they explained things to me.
But, now that I'm Simone, in addition to that kind of love I feel
a major attraction to you, the love that a woman has for her man.
Last night made me feel complete. It takes a tremendous amount
of will power not to play house with you for the rest of our
lives."
"I feel similar. I'm not turning you into an object, but I feel
that you are the part of me that I was missing. If I don't go
through with this it's because of that."
They kissed. It took a long time for them to disengage.
"Back on the subject," she said as she caught her breath. "When
we are ready we will transfer to the boat to Jersey. On the
Jersey side we will get a car ride if there are no complications.
In the car you will be given an injection to put you to sleep.
Depending on your makeup you will either be blindfolded or in a
bed in the facility when you wake up. If there is a problem in
Jersey we will act like we were just passing the car. We will
get back to new York and play house for a few days until someone
contacts us.
"Why the sleep?"
"We will start the gender change immediately. Within 5 hours you
will be physically female including ovaries and uterus, although
the ovaries will not function right away. That means that you
will also have female hair patterns, a female voice, and a female
body pattern. Within a month you will be completely female
including DNA, periods, and risk of pregnancy. The sleeping
potion is for your comfort. The initial transition is very
painful. If you sleep, you may not notice the pain. I hardly
did, but I was sore for days afterwards. Get used to it. Part
of it is similar, but milder than a period. When you wake up I
will be with you. I have been assigned to be your first mentor."
"And the blindfold? I can be trusted."
"Under normal circumstances, yes. But truth serum does make
people talk, Mr. Bond. I am resistant now because I have been
changed to what you call a witch. You will too when you get your
powers. Until then you are resistant to us putting a forgetting
spell on you and at the same time you can't do anything for
yourself such as making you forget if you were captured. We
can't needless put us in danger like that even for you.
"Even for me?" Am I that important?"
"From what I was told, yes."
"Why the Statue of Liberty switch?"
"To make sure no one is following us and it is easier to get to
the facility. As you know, it is tough to get off this Island."
"Paranoid. City. If you weren't that sexy I' think you were..."
"Richard Nixon," she jumped in.
"Same old Simon." Steve was getting used to his friend that he
grew up with being this pretty lady. He was humming "Pretty
Woman" as they walked to the car.
As they opened the car doors she said, "Thank you."
On the ride over to the train station, Simone broached the
subject of his new name, "What are you going to call yourself?"
"I don't know yet. Just the thought of being female is too new
and creepy."
They drove to the Hicksville station, bought tickets and were
headed to New York less than 10 minutes later.
"I need to ask, how is it?" Steve asked embarrassed.
"How is it? Oh. The best part is being in a society of women.
The sharing, the closeness. Almost everybody I know is nearly as
close to me as you are. I feel that with many of the other women
I can let my hair down, literally and figuratively. Instead of
the feeling of competition with others, I have the feeling of
cooperation. As a result, I am more relaxed and more open with
everyone. And I love to talk to them, just talk. It's a way to
make the day go right. I now also like to shop for clothes and
look at guys. The worst part is when men stare at my tits. I
feel something is wrong with me there or they're undressing me.
You did it."
"Don't be. It's a normal sexy male's reaction to a normal sexy
female. Besides I wanted you too. Then there are the periods.
You hurt like Hell and feel like an old dish rag. Like I said
before, you will have an idea of what that's like in a few hours.
The only cure for your period is to have a baby, and that only
helps you for a few months. In the beginning you feel like the
prettiest woman alive. Near the end of your pregnancy you feel
like a beached whale. It ends with you taking care of someone
for about 20 years."
"Doesn't sound too good."
"But I can pick up my spirits by improving the way I look. It
may be vanity, but it's fun. And Like I said before, I am more
relaxed and open, also I'm more me.
At this point Steve put his arm around Simone and pulled her
closer. She leaned closer and could hear his heartbeat. It was
already hard for her not to turn around and be his woman forever.
Steve tried not to think similar thoughts. They were both
losing that battle.
They arrived at Penn Station and took the Seventh Avenue local
down to Battery Park, walked over to Castle Clinton where they
purchased 2 tickets for the boat ride to the islands. On the
boat they looked over the railing from the top of the deck.
Ahead of them was the Statue. With Simone standing next to him
Steve began to sing:
"Now Suzanne takes you down to Our Lady of the Harbor, and she
shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers. There
are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the
morning. They are leaning out for love (on the word 'love' Simone
naturally leaned closer to Steve), and they will lean that way
forever (during this line Steve put his arm around Simone and
drew her near to him). While Suzanne holds her mirror.
And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind..."
"Please stop. You are making a difficult situation even worse."
Her eyes were watery.
"The reason that it is difficult is the reason that I can't help
myself from making it worse. I love you."
"I've only returned to you recently, but you make loving fun."
"Thanks, I needed that from you. Perhaps there can be a
miracle."
"The change is reversible. You would loose your powers down to
what you have now. The only thing is that I have never even
heard of someone who did that change, except temporarily for a
purpose."
"Oh, but our love will allow me to change back." Then he paused,
thinking. "You just gave me my name. Stevie as in Stevie Nicks
of Fleetwood Mac. At least I'll respond to it easily. Some
people have already called me that although I was a little boy at
the time. It's like you with Simone."
"Stevie it will be, although it might be legally Stephanie."
"No, just Stevie. I need to keep part of myself."
They finally arrived at Ellis Island, disembarked and went into
the great Hall. Like other visitors to the national monument
they followed the path of the immigrants through this former
great immigration center. They looked at the pictures on the
wall and listened to the recorded talks at the various stations.
Part of their fascination included the fact that some of their
ancestors came to America through that island. It was both a
learning and fun time for them. Sometimes they would play with
each other or got into the role of someone who had just
immigrated and gotten to that station.
They then went to the Wall of Remembrance. This wall contained
the names of immigrants that their descendents paid to have put
there. Simone found what she was looking for: the names of
Joseph and Sarah Brodsky, her great-great-great grandparents.
She touched the names with reverence and did a prayer of
thanksgiving. As she was doing that, another young woman, about
25, walked by and also noted the same 2 names. the odd part was
that she looked similar to Simone. She had curly raven hair and
was 5' 6". Their faces were similar and their body shape were a
match.
"These are my great-great grandparents," the newcommer said.
"Glad to meet you, cousin. I'm Simone... Brodsky."
"Roseanne Goldstein, cousin. And who is this gorgeous hunk of
man?"
"Steve Becker," he said. I'm her fiancee." Neither Roseanne or
Steve saw the flash of anger from Simone. "Would you like to
join us?"
"I wish I could, but I have to leave for an important meeting in
the city, soon. I would like to get together with you two in a
few days." She pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. "Here is
my address, email and phone number. Please use it. I want us to
be friends as well as related. I'm going to have to tell mom.
she'll be very happy."
"Here's mine," said Simone.
As she wrote she forced a smile. Roseanne noticed that it was
forced.
"Well, goodbye for now," said a cherry Roseanne.
"Goodbye," said Simone. She didn't sound happy.
"By for now," Said Steve.
"When Roseanne was out of sight Simone let him have it, "FIANCEE?
Where do you have the... the nerve to say that? In front of my
own cousin, no less."
She was already crying.
"With this cloak and dagger stuff you've been telling me I had to
think fast. And if she really was a spy we would throw her off
with the fiancee thing."
"Don't I have a say in this?"
With that she ran to the water's edge. He followed.
When he caught up to her he proclaimed, "Admit it, with the talk
of playing house, you want what I said as much as I do."
With her back to him she lied, "I do not."
"Turn around and say to me you don't want to be my wife."
"I can't," she sobbed.
"Did I say it wrong? Is that it? Simone, would you consent to
be my wife?"
She turned around and still crying she looked into his eyes.
"I can't. Not now. AFTER this is over, and IF we are BOTH still
alive and IF you still want to CHANGE BACK then we'll talk about
it. But PLEASE, not until then."
She then put her head in her hands and then into his chest and
continued to cry. He put his arms around her and held her.
realizing he had hurt her he also shed a few tears as he said,
"I'm sorry," over and over again.
When Simon composed herself enough, she whispered still in his
arms, "We have to go back to New York. My cousin is our contact
here. She told me there are problems in a coded message while we
were talking. By the way, that proposal: ask me again some other
time. And next time do it properly."
They went back to Wantagh. Two weeks later they went looking for
a place to have a wedding. The first night after they looked
they celebrated by creating someone new, therefore needing the
wedding sooner than later. They never went to the facility.
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