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Mirror, Mirror 2: A New Relation By Ron Dow75 Carol Queen pushed her very hesitant ten-year-old son through their front door. "Is it gone?" he asked just inside the threshold, his face to the door. The mother looked at the entry wall behind him; all that was there over the small, narrow table and coat rack-umbrella stand was a rectangle of bright paint amid the faded paint. "Yes; it's gone." Wary, the boy slowly turned his head. His body untensed a bit at the non-sight. "Now, I've let you go around in your jamas long enough. Get up there, and take a bath. You need one." "There's a mirror in the bathroom!!" the boy tensed up again. "Then don't look at it! Cover it up with a towel! But take a bath! It's been days!" "I won't! I won't! I won't!" he cried, stomping his way up the stairs. "I'm not never getting naked again!!" The mother sighed, as she massaged her temples between her thumb and index. Two fourteen-year-old girls stuck their heads out from behind the wall on the other side of the living room archway. They listened to the footsteps as they pounded their way to his bedroom door, and slam it shut with a loud bang. "Well?" Deana asked. "What's the story?" her non-identical twin asked. "No story, yet. Your father wasn't home." Mom said, heading to the coat closet. "What?!" Dinah said. "You mean we have to wait!" "I don't like it. But, apparently, your 'dear' dad is out of town again (with who knows who). Of course, he's refusing to answer my messages." She closed the closet after putting away her coat. "We don't get to hear Uncle Glen's story!" Dinah said, let down. "Enough! Did you hide all the mirrors?" Mom asked. "Yes." Deana reported. "And we covered up all the bathroom mirrors!" "Good." Carol said, moving to the living room. "I couldn't face another episode, right now." "But what about-" But Deana pushed her forearm into Dinah's back. "Hey! What do you think..." She followed her sister's eyes. Mom was definitely frazzled. They left her alone on the couch. *** "Don't you want to know?!" Dinah asked Deana as they went up the stairs. "Of course I want to know! But you can see Mom doesn't know!" "She knows more than we know!" "And she's not going to tell us right now!" "She *has* to!" Yeah? And *what* has Mom told us so far?" Dinah frowned, frustrated even more. She banged the boys' room. "Hey! How long before you're stuck the other way! Take one last look at that skuzzy body of yours!" "That's mean." Deana said. "And how many times has the Pustule done things like that to us?" Deana giggled. "He had better take a bath while he still can!" The two girls giggled their way into their room. *** A grungy big brother whistled his way to the bathroom. "Hey! Get outta here!!" Ellis yelled, covering himself with suds. "Yeah, yeah. I'll get out as soon as I wash up; you know how Mom is." "Get out! Get out! I don't want you in here at all!!" "Why'd you put the towel over the cabinet?" March said, pulling it off. "Stop that!! Put it back!! MO-O-OM!!" "Sheesh. What's the big deal." March said. "You'd think we were never in the bathroom together before." "I said Get Out!!" Ellis said, throwing the soap at him. "Whoa! When did *you* get modest all a sudden?" March said, moving aside. "Gerraaa!!" Ellis threw the girls' shampoo bottle, the conditioner, the bath oil... And March played the game, until he nearly got hit. He started returning the stuff. "What's your problem, you little maggot!?" Ellis rose out of the bath with three bottles. March shielded himself by swinging out the cabinet door. *** Two screams echoed through the house from the bathroom. The door opened as March came running out, pelted by tens of bottles, soap bars, shaving lather, etc. "I'm *sorry*!!" he cried, pulling the door shut and leaning against it. "Sorry isn't Good enough, you, you... Peeper!!" "How'd *She* get in there!??" a very rattled boy asked his sisters, running out of their room. "Don't you know?!" Deana asked. "Didn't you see her when you went in?" Dinah asked, trying to suppress a smile. "Of course not!!" "You didn't see her in the bathtub with Ellis?" "Ellis!?" Then March got angry. "Why would any girl want to do that!!?" "You didn't hear?!" Deana got the idea. "That woman who came last night?" Dinah told him. "She came for Ellis." "You're kidding." he said, suspicious. "No: Now they're inseparable." "No... I'd say they were separable," Deana said. "After all, I don't think you'll be *seeing* them together." "True; in that sense..." "You're putting me on!" March yelled at them. "Why would a beautiful woman have anything to do with-" "She's a witch." Deana said. "Stop talkin' about me!!" the woman yelled from inside. The three outside jumped as things banged off of the other side of the door. But the last thing broke open the door, swinging it out on its hinges, and fell heavily to the floor with a thung. "What is that!!?" March blanched. "I think it's the bathroom sink," Dinah said seriously. "Shouldn't it be the kitchen sink?" Deana said. "Mom! Mo-O-om!!" the woman yelled. "What now?!!" Mom yelled, stomping up the stairs. Two bedroom doors slammed shut. Deana and Dinah listened with their ears pressed up to theirs. "Good Lord!!" Mom yelped when she'd opened the bathroom door. "Mom! It happened again..." the woman whined. "Well, go outside!" "I can't; I don't got anything to wear!" she started crying. Deana turned to Dinah, "How come he could fit into his jamas when he wasn't a he?" Dinah shrugged. "'Cause he's a witch?" *** "Why does she have to borrow *my* clothes!?" March protested. "Why can't she wear yours?!" "'Whadda you think I am?' Unquote," his mom said. "Please, just lend me the things." *** Dinah and Deana looked at the scene outside the open bathroom door. "What happened to everything?" There was nothing; No bottles, no soaps, no toilet paper, no razor blades: No sink! Even the door was the way it was before. And it was back to swinging on its hinges so it opened to the inside. "I *told* you he's a cartoon!" Deana said. ""No! I get it!" Dinah snapped her fingers. "He's watched so many cartoons, that's the first thing he thinks of when he uses his magic." "Cartoons are magic?" "To a kid his age?" "To a boy!" Deana frowned, crossing her arms. "But the stuff's all an illusion!" "No more real 'n a cartoon?" Deana hoped. "Look around. Where'd the stuff alla sudden disappear to?" Deana looked around. "Maybe he got rid of it 'cause he didn't want to get in trouble with Mom. Better safe, than sorry." *** "Dinah thinks it's an illusion," Deana asked March coming into his room. "What's an illusion?" "Will you stop being a..." She stopped, and saw the fire damage on and around his bed. "Well, so much for that. He has to *un*wish something." "...What kind of mother would want *her* son in her clothes!? Then, I have to wear March's cruddy clothes... *then* they're too Big for me..." Loud, angry muttering came up the stairs. "He sounds mad," Deana said. "Aw! He gets mad a lot," March waved it away. "Well, I don't want to be around when a witch goes mad!" Deana said, hurrying out of the room. *** "...Why do *I* hafta be the one that gets picked on... Maybe it's all a mistake: Maybe somebody else is suppose to be it..." "What are you doing in my clothes??" March asked, glancing up from shoving clothes from his drawer into his hiker's backpack. "I thought Mom said-" "Why'd ya hafta walk in on me like that!!" Ellis yelled. "Me!? What were *you* doing taking a bath with a woman? That's what's sick." "You really are an imbecile, you know that!?" the boy said, passing him, on his way to the closet. "You'd better hurry up and get packin'," March told him. "We're moving downstairs. That woman is movin' in here." "Get a clue!!" "What??!" March dropped his handload. "Mom's not actually going to let you sleep in the same room with her!?" That stopped him in his tracks. Revenge: "Hrm! She let me take a bath with her, didn't she?" "No!!" March screamed. "Life is so unfair!! Why can't it be *me* that gorgeous babe had the hots for!!" "No way. The only one *that* one is ever going to like is me." he swore, opening the closet. It would have a mirror inside. Ellis slammed the closet door shut on himself. "Tell me, you little ratfink: What's the secret-How come *any*body would have anything to do with you?!" He went to the closet door. He pulled on the handle. It was pulled back. "Open up, you zitless wonder!! Give me the answers!" Ellis pulled all the harder at the tug-of-war. But as either a he or a she, the sixteen year old was stronger. "MO-O-OM!!" "You've got her in there with you!??" March cried, giving on final yank, tumbling over backwards. The woman fell out of the closet, and on top of March. "Heh, Hello!" March grinned at the woman lying on top of him. "We, we haven't been really introduced right. Let me apologize for the bath-" "Get your hands off of me, Creep!" the woman struggled within the grip he had on the upper arms. "Can't we start over?! I'm really not that-" he held the woman all the tighter. "MOM!! MOM!! Help me!!" And the woman brought her head down hard against March's. "OW! Why'd you do that for!? I just wanted to be friends with you!!" March told her, still holding on. "Oh, Great! Wouldn't you know he'd have a thick skull!" "March: What do you think you're doing!" Dinah yelled, opening the door. "Nothing!! She just fell on me, and I-" "She's your brother, Ellis!" "Hunh?? I have a brother named Alice?" "Ellis! That's your little brother you're groping!" "I'm Not *groping*!!" he protested, having to release an arm to do so. "What kind of guy messes with a another boy!?" the woman yelled at him. "Boy??" March looked at the woman. "Who told you that lie!! Never!!" Deana looked in. "I'm surprised he hasn't zapped him, yet." "Don't tell me Ellis secretly likes being-" Thunder and lightning. And when everybody could see and hear again: March was at one end of a pole-vault pole, and the woman, at the other, was sitting with his butt out the second story window. "Ow-wow! That smarts." March said. "A ten foot pole?" Deana asked. "More than that, I'd say." "Help! Help! Somebody help me out of this!!" Ellis yelled, afraid to move. "Come on!" Dinah said. "We'll get zapped." "We'll get zapped, if we don't!" Deana went to help. "Help, March!" As they held onto the pole, Dinah pulled the trembling woman off the windowsill. Ellis was still holding onto the pole as he sank to the floor, even though the pole extended beyond the window. "What's going on, Now?!!" an exasperated mother asked from the door. "March tried to put the moves on Ellis." Dinah told her. "I did not!!" March yelled. "I was apologizing to Alice!" "He still doesn't get it," Deana said. "How did this happen?" the mother demanded, looking at her changed son again. "Mir... mirror," Ellis managed to get out. "I thought I told you girls to get rid of all the mirrors?!" "We did!" Dinah said. "We just forgot about that mirror," Deana said. "All of the times we've snuck into the boys' room, we weren't looking for mirrors." "Well, get rid of that one. Now!" "Yes, Mom!" Deana said, doing just that. "Mom, I wasn't tryin' anything funny. Really!" March said. "I know she's a half-sister or something. I mean, she keeps calling you Mom! So, I'd never-" "March! I'll believe you, if you just answer me one thing." "Yes?" "Where's your little brother, Ellis?" "He's still in the closet, isn't he?" "Idiot." Both sisters said. "Ellis, stick your head out the window." Mom told him. "No." Ellis said, holding onto the pole even tighter. "Since when are you afraid of heights?" "Since he became a girl," Dinah teased. "I'm not a girl: I'm not afraid of things like that!" And he picked his woman's body up with those fighting words; and did it. Nothing! "Maybe I need to get more sun!" Ellis said, leaning even further out. "Hey!!" Dinah cried, rushing to grab his legs. "It's *gotta* work!!" March, now beside Dinah, ready to help, watched that nice round butt turn into a very scrawny, ugly one. "Ellis??" March blinked. "What'd you do with Alice??!" *** March was moving his things into the den. "What is his problem?" Deana asked. "He's a guy!" Dinah told her. "He can't see anything beyond a pretty face." "And a fantastic body." Deana added. "He's never going to want to see that Ellis is inside it." "That boy!" Mom said, trudging down the stairs, pulling her hair back at the bangs. "I understand at Ellis' age, girls would be "the other side"; but does he have to be so anti-female!?" "Yeah!" Dinah giggled. "He's sorta gone over to the enemy, hasn't he?" "That's enough, young lady! There's going to be enough trouble from this, without you encouraging more!" "I'll say." Deana said. "Ellis *is* the president of his Girl Haters' Club." "That's right!" Dinah laughed. "Anybody even see goin' out with a girl is to be booted out." "Well, I doubt he has to worry about that." Deana said. "Oh; I don't know about that..." "Dinah!" Mom yelled. "Don't you even think of whatever you're thinking of!" "He's a witch, now!" Deana tried to remind her. "Maybe he, maybe he isn't." Dinah smiled. *** "March, I hope you understand why you have to move into the den," Mom asked, entering the room. "Hey, I think it's great." he said, falling back onto the couch. He was still frowning, though. "Always wanted my own room. I'm getting' old enough that I should have my own place." "You're sixteen!" "And a driver's license!" Mom could see she wasn't getting through to him. His head on his hands on the armrest, he interrupted his daydreaming, to ask, "Mom, one thing: Why does Ellis get to stay in the same room with Alice?" *** The twins heard their mother trying again to get March to understand the situation. "Will he ever get it?" Deana wondered. "And admit who he's been drooling over?" Dinah asked. "But that'll only make things worse when he finally does have to!" Deana said. "That's a guy, for you," Dinah dismissed the concern. "You know, I think we can get away with teasin' Ellis," she dropped into a conspiratorial voice. "Are you crazy! With what he can do??" Dinah pulled Deana by the sleeve closer to the kitchen. "You notice, he hasn't really hurt anybody?" "You mean *yet*." "No. I'm beginning to understand how it works." "Yeah?" Deana looked at her skeptically. "It's his subconscious that's doing it; and it doesn't hate us enough to actually want us hurt." "The Pustule has a conscious? I find that hard to believe. What about all those pranks and insults he's always doin'?" "Sibling rivalry. Boy stuff! Hormones." "Hormones... That he doesn't have when a girl?" Deana's eyes went wide with hope. "-And he can only pull his cartoon magic when he's a girl!" Dinah was getting a better idea of what she was going towards. "Girls! Witches are girls!" Deana smiled. They grinned at each other. "Dinah?" Deana asked through her teeth. "Do you really think girls can't be bad?" "No," Dinah's smile faded. "But girls' can't be as bad as boys, right?" "I don't know; what about Meagan Carpenter?" her smile was fading even faster. "That's a different kind of bad." Dinah got an inspired look, "Who're most of the criminals?" "Boys." "Who're most of the dictators, and CEO's?" "Boys?" "Who're most of the military and cops?!" "Boys." "Who's mad this world the way it is?!" "Boys!" "Why are witches girls? What would *Boys* do with that kinda power?!" "You're right!" Deana said, getting caught up in the revival meeting atmosphere. "It's our duty to make a girl outta him! For the sake of the world!" "Amen, Sister; amen." *** "You're sure?" Deana, later, was having second thoughts. "Do cartoons get hurt?" Dinah told her. "We're not cartoons." Deana said, looking at Ellis's door. "...yet." "E-l, Lis, one of your little friends is down-n stairs." "I don't want to see anybody!!" he yelled from the other side of the door. "Okay, if you want him to find out about you livin' with a girl." "You wouldn't dare!!" "Not us!" Deana said. "You think March's going to stop thinkin' about it?" "No!!" Ellis screamed, his footsteps racing towards the door. "That idiot!! Hasn't he got it yet?!!" he threw open the door. "N... no." Deana said. "You'd better hurry!" Dinah called after him, as he did just that. "Maybe he's tellin' how you took a bath with-" Ellis screamed all the way down the steps. *** "That's *him* coming now," Mrs. Queen told the company in the living room with her. "I won't bother you any more..." She said, getting up off the couch. "Ellis, look your friend, Ries, and his sister Zoe have come for a visit." "Zoe!" Ellis said, startled. Yep, the girl his age was standing next to her younger brother. "March won't be bothering you," Mom told him, before heading for the kitchen. Before she disappeared from view, she said, "I don't think Ellis will be going out to play; he's, uh, not his usual self today." "Why'd you bring *her* along!?" Ellis said in a harsh whisper. "What're you talkin' about?!" Zoe held up the piece of paper with a smile. Ellis grabbed the paper. "I wrote this, but I didn't write this. Ries! Are you keepin' our messages?!" The younger boy went meek. Ellis was clearly mad, now. "I knew we shouldn't have allowed kids into our club." He now turned on Zoe. "No girls allowed!" "Is Ries kicked out of the club for being with a girl?" "Sisters don't count!" Ries practically pleaded. "Then sisters aren't 'girls'." Zoe smiled. "I'll kick him out for being stupid!" "No..." Ries whined. "I don't know why you want him in your stupid ol' club, anyway." "Membership." Dinah said, coming down the last of the stairs. "There's not enough boys his age in the neighborhood to have much of a club." "Did you set this up?!" Ellis seethed. "Don't worry, Ries; Ellis isn't going to be a member for long." "But he's the one who said he was going to win; he was going to be the *last* member in the club." "He can't, if there's a girl in his life." "A girl!" Zoe said. "Ellis??" "It's not true! Not true! Besides, it's my treehouse!" "*His*!" Ries said, finding solid ground again. "If you say anything..." Ellis threatened his sisters. "We won't say a thing." Deana said, still wary. "We can keep secrets," Dinah smiled. "Just like Zoe can." "Zoe!?" "Me??" "Girls can keep secrets!" Deana said. "...Or maybe not." Dinah smiled. "No. It's a Girl Haters Club!!" Ellis protested. "Yeah: *Girl* Haters!" Ries backed him up. "But 'Sisters aren't girls'; remember?" Dinah said. "You made the rule yourself," Zoe smiled. "She can't; She, she... She's gotta climb trees!" "Girls can climb." Dinah said. "I can't," Deana said. "I've always climbed," Zoe smiled. "Well, Ellis? Witch is it going to be?" Dinah asked. "No fair! No fair!" He screamed, stomping back upstairs. "No fair! No fair!!" *** "Ries?" Dinah said. "We're sisters. But we have friends who aren't." Ries backed away from them. "Go home, Ries," Deana said. "We want to do a little 'girl talk' with your sister." "I have friends, too." Zoe said. "*Girl* friends." "I'm telling Mom!" Ries said, leaving. When he was gone, Zoe said, "Why do I want to join their dumb club? Boys are so, stupid. Yuck!" "'Cause boys together are super stupid." Dinah said. "That's for sure," Deana said. "They make themselves do things they'd never be dumb enough to do by themselves." "Believe me, boys *need* girls to keep them from going crazy." "Especially Ellis." Deana said. "Zoe, it's your duty to join the club." "I don't want to." "Think of how much it'd bug them." "Especially Ellis." "Okay," Zoe grinned. "You kinda like him, don't you?" Dinah smiled. "What!?" Deana said. "Look at her." "Why would you *want* to??" "I don't want to," she shrugged bashfully. "I just do." "Dododome, girls mature *faster* than boys?" Dinah reminded her slower, non-identical twin. "I know that." Deana wasn't *that* slow. "So if the *new* Ellis 'ages' fast..." "Oh. I get it. It'd also make him more mature in his attitude!" "Right." Dinah smiled. "It's a dirty trick," Deana grinned. "...But somebody's got to do it," Dinah grinned back. "What's the secret?" Zoe asked. "Never mind," Dinah said. "Just do as we tell you to do, and Ellis 'll be liking you soon." "At least he won't be a 'Girl Hater' any more." "Not without hating himself." *** March and the twins waited at the dining table, the meal already laid out. Mom was marching Ellis down the stairs. "Come on, young man." " Young man'!" the twins giggled. "It's not funny!" Ellis yelled, and tried to retreat back upstairs. Mom was there to block his way. "I'm not going to have you hiding in your room. Being a hermit will only hurt you eventually." "But Mom..." Ellis protested. "Go! It's time to eat." "Ahh-Geez!" Ellis cried, pushed around by his shoulders. "Boy, is *he* moodier than usual," March said. "If I was livin' with a girl-" "March!" Mom cried. "Shut up!" Ellis told him, running to confront his big idiot. Deana spoke up, "March, if you know what's good for you, you better lay off Ellis." Dinah, sitting next to March, got out of her chair. "March, how are you going to score any points with the woman, if you knock her favorite kid?" "Yeah! Right!" Ellis cried. "You gotta go through *me* to get to her!" His better judgment got to him, now that he was a him. March's expression soured even more. "Can we eat now?" he asked, stabbing his corn with his fork. The fight averted, Dinah sat back down. "See? You just have to know how to talk to them." "Dinah," Mom warned. "Hmph!" March grumbled. "I better be given slack when *I* bring a girl home." "Oh, no," Deana rolled her eyes. "Not at the table!" Mom said. "We'll talk about it again, *later*." "Just tell him he can live with a girl, when he finds one like Ellis's." Dinah said. "Not at the table!" Mom said. "What makes Ellis's woman so different?" March muttered. Ellis was sitting, just sitting at his plate. "I'm not hungry." "Eat!" Mom said. "Yeah," Dinah tried to suppress a giggle. "You're eating for two, now." "Mom!" Ellis yelled, rising. "No more comments!" Mom told everybody, as she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. Unable to go anywhere, Ellis was forced back onto his seat. Mom picked up a spoon, and held it up to him. "The next person that says anything will go to their room without supper." Ellis looked up. "-Except you, Ellis. Eat!" she waved the spoon in his face. Glumly, he looked at it and saw that woman! "Noooo!!" a soprano cried, and ducked under the table. "What??" Mom cried, wide-eyed. "How?? Why??" "There was no mirrors," Dinah said. "Stop playing around down there!" March told his creepy little brother. Deana looked from the spoon Mom held to hers. "I know: He saw his reflection!" Dinah looked at her own silver spoon. "You mean *any* reflection will do it. Not just mirrors?" "Nooo..." Ellis whined from beneath the table. "Oh, good lord," Mom said, falling down onto her chair. "Will you stop touching my leg!" March said, pulling the tablecloth up to look under it. "March," Dinah said. "Ow!" March said. "Why'd you kick me?!" "Now's your chance," Deana said to beneath the table. "No! I'm *staying* down here!" "All night?!" "Night!?" Mom said. "Ellis-get outside while there's *still* some daylight!" "Yikes!" Ellis cried, banging his head and shoulders against the table bottom, and nearly lifting it off the floor, in his hurry to get *out* from under it. "There she is!" March said, dropping his utensils. "How'd she get under the table with Ellis?!" "Sit down!" Dinah said, grabbing him by the arm. "Miss! Miss!" March shook his arm free. "We have to talk!" "Crawl!" Deana told Ellis. "He's coming to get you!" Dinah urged him on with a grin. "Eek!" Ellis yelped, and scrambled even quicker, slowing down only to get his feet under him- March touched his shoulder, and Ellis fell over onto his side. "Miss, I just want to apologize! I didn't mean anything, it just happened, I'm sorry, I promise..." "Leave me alone!!" Ellis cried, kicking out with his legs at him, too nauseated to really want to touch him. "Miss, if only we could talk, I'm sure-" "Stop it! Leave me alone, creep!" "March: That's not a Miss," Deana told him. "Try Sister!!" Dinah yelled. "Stop it, please," Mom said, her hands rubbing her temples. "Sister! Sister! I'm sorry, you *are* my sister, aren't you? If we can just-" "EEEEraaarrrr!!" Ellis roared. March screamed. All that was left of him was his head, its face frozen in a mask of shock. Deana screamed; Mom fainted. Dinah rose to her feet, concern on her face, but..." "I thought so! Look!" Deana stole herself to look, to see, to see... She saw March's head sticking out of a hole in the floor. She went limp with relief. While Dinah got closer. "Cool. Hey, March, what're you standing on down there?" Seized by his unexpected trip, March was too stunned to answer. "You're standing on the minivan, hunh?" And she squatted down to look at the hole itself. "Wow... a clean cut-out; rug, floor, frame and all." She leaned over the opening, "Not even any debris. "Nice job," she complimented Ellis. Ellis was as much amazed as March. "Dinah!" Deana cursed, as she shook her mother. "Don't encourage him!" "You worry too much. Nothin' bad's really gonna happen." "Oh, yeah? What about Mom, for a start?!" "Not to mention March," Dinah's attitude wasn't changed. "Hey, March! Ellis is a good witch. (Aren't you, Ellis?) You just have to keep your hands off your little brother. Just keep tellin' yourself "she is not a girl; she is not a girl"." "Girl!!" Ellis snapped out of it, and, putting his knees under him, hastily got to his feet. "The sun!" He raced, stumbling to get to the door. He threw open the door- "No!!" he yelled. *** "The floor!" Mom said, looking down into the garage. "I didn't do it!" March said, standing beside her. "Aren't you going to do something about it?" Deana asked, standing over the feminine Ellis, who was sitting slumped over in the easy chair, his back to the latest disaster. "I, I don't know how," he said, sheepishly. "If you don't *who* does, young man?" his mother demanded. Young man! The phrase tore at him. "I might!" Dinah volunteered, raising her hand from the couch. "Dinah," Deana said. "No, honestly! I've been studying what happens. It all seems to happen when an emotion unleashes his subconscious." "Eww! And you still say he's not dangerous?" "I have faith in the twerp's conscious," she smiled, leaning back, her arm on the back. "Why would *any*body trust Franken-brain?" March asked. "Hey! Stop callin' me names-all of you! I've got powers!" "Which you don't know how to use," Dinah reminded him. "Which only makes him more dangerous!" Deana reminded her. "Don't worry, dear sister, I'll protect you," March said, trying to sit on the easy chair's arm. Which he couldn't, because Ellis was pushing on his side with his hands, while rising a leg to shove him away, "Get away from me, creep! Or I'll zap you again!" "March, I've had enough!" Mom said, pulling him up by his arm. "I'd still have a floor, if you only had any sense when it comes to girls! Now listen. This is your little *brother*, Ellis." "I have a little brother named Alice??" "Not *that* joke again," Dinah said. "*El*-lis!" Mom said. "I distinctly said Ellis!" "Ellis!" the twins said. "Ellis?" "Hey, you!" Dinah said. "What's your full name?" "Ellis Newman Queen." "And how old are you?" Deana asked. "10 and a half." "And where do you go to school?" Dinah asked. "John Quincy Adams." "No, that can't be!" March said. "You *can't* be younger than 18, 17 tops!" "March!" "March!" "March!" "Creep-ball!" "I know boys your age have a difficult time seeing beyond a woman's outward appearance..." Mom said. "But this is ridiculous!" Deana said. "Promise me you won't say or do anything to Ellis until morning," Mom said. "But I just want to apologize!" "You can apologize in the morning," Mom said. "Look at her, she is in no mood to accept any apologies," Dinah said. "What did you call me?!" Ellis fumed. "See?" Dinah then said through the side of her mouth to March, "If you give her space, you may even be offered a kiss." "Look out!" Deana cried. "Ellis, just think of the two of you out in the sunrise, and you..." and Dinah made fish-kisses. Ellis face turned from disgust to gleeful revenge. "Yeah. See how he'd like me then." "You're getting too much fun out of this, Dinah," Mom said. "Somebody has to. You're too busy being a mom; Deana's too busy being a pessimist; and March, Well...we all know what he's busy being." "You seem to be forgetting about Ellis," Mom said. "No, I'm not. Do you know what today is?" "Stop playing games," Deana said. "Today is beginning of the pollen season." "Games!" Deana said, throwing a hand in the air. "No," Mom waved her off. "Pollen season... Ellis is allergic to pollen." "It gets so bad, sometimes, he needs shots." Dinah said, pleased with herself. Mom looked at Ellis. "What?" he asked. Deana looked at Ellis. March looked at Ellis (though he didn't know why the others were looking at the beautiful woman). "No headaches, nose bleeds, or sneezing," Mom said. "Not even a runny nose," Deana said. "No, I don't." Ellis said, still not getting it. "You're cured, Ellis," Dinah smiled. "Cured?" Ellis asked. "No more allergies," Dinah said. "Yeah: As long as you're a girl," Deana said. Then he got it: "I'd rather have the allergies," he stubborned up on the chair. "Come on," Dinah went over to him. "It's not so bad being a girl. Don't you think Mom would like to have your deal?" "She has allergies, too," Deana said. "Not as bad as yours. But wouldn't she like to trade her allergies for a beautiful body. "...Beautiful body?" "...Beautiful body?" Deana said. "...and it's the perfect age..." Mom said. "Why didn't we think of that!!" all the born-females cried at once. "Alright, you little Pustule," Dinah said, grabbing his shirt front, "What's the secret?" "How do you get to be the perfect woman?!" Deana joined in the interrogation. "Mom!!" Ellis pleaded. "Girls! Girls! Leave him alone. Hasn't he been traumatized enough?" "But he knows how!" Deana said. "So do I. Remember: He talked with me about it all." Dinah pushed the maggot back down into the chair. "Mom! What's the secret?! How do we become beautiful women!" "You are going to tell us, aren't you?" Deana asked. "Well, I don't know if I should. I certainly don't want think fourteen-year-olds are mature enough to be so, adult. I'd hate to think what would happen if you got carried away." "Way to go, Mama's-good-little-girl," Dinah slapped Deana in the back of the head. "You just had to *ask*." "I take that back," Mom said. "Knowing you, I *know* you'd get carried away." "What about you?" Deana asked. "Yes, wouldn't you want to be young again?" "Hmmm..." Mom allowed herself to dream. But only for a moment. "What if it doesn't make me younger? Look at Ellis. He's certainly *older* than ten-years-old. "I wouldn't mind being ten years older," Dinah said, "I thought we were talking about me?" Mom eyed Dinah. Caught, of course. "So, you're ten years older than Ellis, hunh?" March said, as he squatted next to the chair, one arm on the arm, with Ellis curled up as much as he could against the other arm. "Look at that!" Mom said, exasperated. "For all we know, we could be turned into men." "You mean it could turn men into women, and women into men?" Deana said. "What!!?" Ellis said, picking up his ears. "I could turn March into..." "Don't you dare!!" Mom yelled. "Then it might not have enough magic to do us!" Dinah cried. Too late, Ellis kicked March away as he pushed off with the foot (and almost stumbled when the other foot almost didn't hit the floor on time). "Stop him!" Deana cried. Dinah made to tackle him. But he evaded her. All she got was a back pocket, and nearly a good grip on his jean's leg. But they were too tight! "Let go of me!" Ellis cried, reaching behind to try and pry her hand loose even as he continued to try and get away. "Ellis: NO! I forbid it!" Mom commanded. "He deserves it!!" "Don't just stand there, Doofus! Help us!" Dinah told Deana. "Okay? Why?" Deana said, putting out her arms to block him getting by her. "It's the only way he'll leave me alone!!" The pocket tore. "There are better ways! Use your head!" Dinah lost her one sure grip. "Who knows *what* the Creep 'll do with that power!" "We'd have *Two* witches!" Deana nearly fainted at the thought. "Don't wimp out now, Sissy-britches!!" "Eek!" Deana squeaked, as she charged Ellis, her arms up and close to her body. Her eyes closed, she tripped. Ellis jumped. The back of her raised foot caught him unprepared. He landed on one foot with a twist, and fell. "Don't just stand there!!" Dinah yelled at March, as she got up. "You mean I can?!" March asked. "Unless you *want* to be a girl!" Deana told him, after seeing what she'd been able to do. "There you go asking dumb questions!" Dinah said. "I don't know what the problem is, but if I can get her just to-" he leaped over Deana and Dinah and for Ellis. "YEEE-AAA!!!" Ellis screamed, holding up his hands in front of himself. Hands, which were now holding the magic mirror. March landed on top of the woman: KEERRACK! "Did you hear what I think I heard?" Deana cried, hurrying with her face between her hands. "You sure did..." Dinah said, seriously. And Mom? She had passed out again. The End