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Mirror, Mirror 03: Errant By Ron Dow75 ([email protected]) The fraternal twins sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, looking at the broken hand mirror. "It's definitely busted," Deana said. "Yeah. Do you think the magic's busted, too?" Dinah asked. "Of course it is." "There goes our chance to be beautiful women..." "I'm already beautiful." "No you're not. You're a gawky fourteen-year-old, like me. This was our chance to become instant adults," she sighed. "Adult what?" "Right now, I don't care what. I just wanted to finally be grown-up." "Yeah, that would've been nice. If Mom would let us get away with it." Dinah smiled. "If Ellis remained a girl, she would be more worried about him." "What makes you think that?" "Boys are naturally more reckless." "True, true. Girls are more sensible." "I wonder what would happen if we took this out in the moonlight?" "You're always sayin' 'We'. Why don't 'You' do it?" Dinah grumbled. "Maybe tomorrow, or whenever the next full moon is..." "Yeah, after we see what happens to Ellis," Deana agreed. --- "It's going to be alright, Ellis. You'll see: As soon as the sun comes up, you'll become yourself again," Mom tried to reassure the woman sitting next to her on the front steps. They were both in warm clothes and heavy coats. "But it's broke! You saw it! March broke the mirror! I'm Always goin' be a girl!!" His mother wrapped her arm around his soft shoulders. This time he let her. "We'll just have to deal with that when it comes. If it comes. We don't know yet, do we? Let's just..." "Look! The sun!" Ellis said, rising out of her hug. The sun was breaking above the house across the street. "It's not happening! It's not happening! I'm not changing back!!" "Ellis, don't get yourself worked up! We don't know how much sun it takes! We don't know how much exposure you..." "Yes! Yes! Exposure: I have to take my clothes off!!" Ellis said, yanking the zipper to his nylon coat down. "That's it! It's just the amount of sunlight this body gets..." he shucked the coat, and was now working on pulling the shirt up off of himself. "Ellis!! No!! You can't strip! Not as a Woman!!" And Mom pulled the shirt down. Ellis shrank even as she did. Ellis was a ten-year-old boy again. "Mom!! Mommy! It happened!! The broken mirror let me be me again!!" And they were both swept up in emotion, and the boy who hated to be touched by his Mom, hugged her back. --- "Ha, Ha!! I'm back-And I'm going to stay back!" Ellis mocked his sisters as he came into the house. "The mirror is broken!! Its power is gone for good!!" "It is?" Deana asked, disappointed. "There's only one way to find out," Dinah said, picking up the broken mirror. "NO!!" Ellis screamed, ducking behind his Mom. "Keep that away from me!!" "But if it's broken..." Dinah said sweetly. "Dinah!! How many times have I told you..." "Wait!" Deana cried: "The powder room mirror!" "No!! I ain't gonna ever look in another mirror!" "But if the spell is broken, then you have nothin' to worry about," Dinah said. "You're gonna have to know sooner or later," Deana said. "What if you look in a mirror by accident? You could change without knowin' it, and..." "You know when you change. Believe me: You Know!!" "They're right, Ellis. Let's get this over with," Mom said, pushing her youngest from behind. "But Mo-Om!" he protested, as he was pushed forward. "That's enough! I've been up with you and this, "condition", for two days, now! I need some rest!" "Aw... Mom...." --- The two girls hurried to wait just outside the powder room. "What do you think?" Deana asked. "We'll soon know..." Dinah told her. "All they hafta do is take the towel off of the mirror, and..." "NO, NO, NOOOOO00!!!" a woman screamed, and ran out of the powder room for the front door. "YEA!!! It works! It still works!!" Dinah yelled. "We get to be beautiful women!!" Deana yelled, jumping up and down while holding her sister's hands. "GIRLS!!" Mom yelled at them as she emerged from the room. "This is Not something to be Happy About!!" "Er, sorry," the teenagers apologized, trying to suppress their smiles. "It's broken! It's broken! It's not supposed to work any more!" They heard their little brother complain from outside. Mom gave a deep, ragged sigh, and headed for her most troubled child. "Ellis... Look on the bright side: At least you're not going to stay a woman, you're..." Once their Mom was out of the door, Dinah and Deana hurried back to the mirror on the table. "Do you think the moon is still out?" "Not when it's full!" Deana told her. "How do you know?!" "Why do you think I was reading the encyclopedia?!" "I just thought it was because you're the boring little book worm." "Okay, then I won't tell you what I found out!" "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! What did you find out?!" "Well, full moons and tides go together..." "That's not interesting! Tell me about witches, and werewolves and vampire, and, and zombies, and..." "Ohooh... What's with all the racket out here?" Deana looked at the woman who'd come out of the den. The robe was hanging open from her shoulders, showing she was wearing boys' shorts and a tee shirt. Dinah pushed and shoved on her sister's shoulder. She was seeing Mom and Ellis come in the front door. Mom saw the woman in front of her. "Good-bye," Mom said, turning around and leaving. "March?" Ellis asked, a grin forming on his boyish face. "Yeah (cough)," March tried to clear 'his' throat. "Where's the (ahem), girl?" "Have you tried lookin' in the mirror?" That did it: He and the sisters broke down into laughter; Deana's bordering on hysteria. "What's so funny?" the woman put his hand up to his strange sounding throat (and thought it odd that his arm was touching something on his chest). "How, how do you f... f... feel?" Dinah asked. "Weird... I must be sick. I feel... different." "(Ha, ha, ha!!) He... he still doesn't get it!!" Deana laughed without amusement. "March? That girl you want so bad..." Ellis said. "No, no!! Don't say it!!" Dinah said, trying to keep from laughing any more; her sides were aching. "What's the big joke?!!" March was getting mad. The woman looked at them, why were they acting so strange? He shuffled to the hand mirror. He looked at them suspiciously, but took the mirror. Ellis followed. "What am I suppose to see?" the woman said, before he looked into it. "You'll, you'll see!" Deana wept with laughter. "Bet he won't!" Dinah said gleefully. "See what??!" the teenage boy asked. "What in the??" Dinah's grin fell off her face. The woman screamed. "Ellis?" the twins stared at the woman who'd jumped over to their little bother's spot. "Not again!!" he screamed, running for the front door. "Alice, wait! Come back!" March called after her. "What's goin' on?" Deana asked, wiping her tears. Dinah answered, "We're about to... Bingo! Welcome back, 'Alice'!" "Where?!" the woman holding the mirror asked, looked at his sister for the answer. "Oh... He broke the mirror!" Deana said. "The spell makes Ellis into a witch when he looks into a mirror," Dinah said. "Sunlight makes him go back." "But March gets the reverse! Mirrors make him a guy again." "Come on, Alice," Dinah said, pushing the woman by the shoulders. "We're going out into the sun, and see what happens when both you and Ellis want to be guys." --- "Alice? Ellis, what happened to Alice?" the woman asked the nine-year-old standing in the front yard. "Where's Mom?" Deana asked, looking around. "The car's still here," Ellis said. "She's on one of her long walks," Dinah said. "Yeah, but how long is this one going to be?" Deana asked. "Well: He stays a woman in sunlight," Dinah said, nodding towards March. "And Ellis is still Ellis," Deana said. "Now, March has to look into the mirror." "No!!" Ellis cried. "I don't want to be..." "Shut up! We won't know until he does it!" "What are you guys talkin' about?!" the frowning woman asked. "I thought you said you know when it happens?" Deana asked Ellis. "You can't help it! He's just being stupid on purpose!" "That's March, alright. Okay, if you want to find out what we're talkin' about, look in the mirror." "Again?" "He's not goin' to do it," Ellis said. "Else he's gonna have to stop being stupid!" "I don't know," Deana said. "He looked in the mirror before a minute ago. That was stupid." "Stupid! Right!" Dinah said, getting a bright idea. "How much do you want to see Alice, March? Would you like to see her whenever you want to? Have her sleep in the same room as you? Take baths together?" March couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, yeah!" "Then look in the mirror." "How is that..." "If you don't do it, I will!!" Ellis threatened. "Then I will have Alice most of the time!" "Oh, I get it!" Deana said. "It's your wish, March!" "Yeah: Do you want you or Ellis touching her the most?" Dinah said. "My wish?" he said, bringing the mirror up. "Well, actually, ain't it the first one of 'em to look in the mirror?" Deana said. Dinah said, "That's the point..." "Wha... Wha... What's Alice doing in the mirror!?" the woman asked, shook. "The point is: Who's stupid enough to do it?" "It sure ain't me," Ellis said, folding his boy arms. --- "It was just a... a..." a boy's voice said. Waiting outside the powder room, Deana was reading from a paperback, "Hallucination, delusion, illusion... " She looked up at her sister, "You know, as a female, now, I would've thought his verbal skills would've gotten better." "How long has he been a woman?" Dinah said. She turned to the woman standing beside the open door. "Okay, as soon as he's out of the bathroom..." "I musta hit the wrong button, thinkin' about Alice," the teenage boy said, opening the powder room door. "Maybe I should get a book on phraseology," Deana said, casually skimming through her book, trying to figure out what that meant. "Where'd Alice go?" the woman asked. "She went outside, but now she's back," Dinah smiled. "She is?" March looked around for her. "Ellis! Do you see her?!" he asked his kid brother out on the porch. "Just how long's he going to be stupid?!!" Ellis called back inside. "We're going to find out!" Dinah answered. "Come on, March. We have some bad news for you," Deana told him, taking his hand. "And good news," Dinah followed. "Dinah!" "He wished it." "Eww!" Deana said, taking her hand away from the woman's. "March?" Dinah said, moving behind the woman. "You know how you have a hard time getting girls..." "Hey! I get dates!" the woman looked over his shoulder at his sister. "Dinah! Don't even go there!" Deana said, disgusted at the thought. "Well, I bet he does it with himself! At least, now..." "Dinah! Let's talk about something else, like, uh... Hair!" "I don't want to talk about hair-dos!" "Because it's girl-stuff, right?" Dinah smiled. "I mean facial hair!" Deana said. "How's that gonna help? Oh: Hey, March, when was the last time you shaved?" "Why are you..." "See? He doesn't shave much." "I do, too! I, uh... shaved last week!" "Ain't it about time you shaved again, then?" Dinah asked. He rubbed his cheek. "Well, it is about time..." "He's hopeless!" Dinah cried in frustration. "What about the hair on your chest?" Deana asked. "Now, who's getting tacky?" Dinah told her. "I know, March! Why not do your muscle exercises?!" "My equipment's up in my room." "Then do some jumping jacks, or toe touches." "Yeah! He's got to notice them, then!" Dinah smiled, looking at her brother's big top. "Think how heavy they've got to be!" "Jumping Jacks are for PE," March said. "I need to build my muscles up," and he crooked an arm, and made a muscle. "Look at that! I hate having puny arms." "You're right, Dinah," Deana said, giving up. "He's hopeless." "Where are you going?" Dinah asked March as he went around her. "To the bathroom, if you must know!" he said, heading back towards the powder room. "This will decide it," Dinah said, tagging after. "Why does it have to be so crude?" Deana said, reluctantly joining the parade. "Because we're dealing with a boy's mind," Dinah said. The door closed practically in her face. "How long do you think it's gonna take?" Deana asked, embarrassed that she was standing outside, waiting. "Well, boys go standing up, don't they? He's already gone once this morning as a guy, so he left the lid up. All he has to do is-" "What in the..." Deana put her hands over her ears, and ran out the front door. --- "Where is it?? Where did it go??!! Why can't I find it!!?" The loud words were muffled, but could still be heard. (Deana had forgotten to close the front door.) "You stay outside, Ellis," Deana told him. "Geez! He is stupid!!" "Out of the way!! Why're these things here, any way?!! What're they doing... What are these??" "He's fighting it all the way," Ellis said. "I, at least, knew what they were!" "Oh, no!! Look at that!!" "Wha... Did he finally..." "Don't go in there!" Deana told him, grabbing him by the arm (and, thereby, taking her hand from her ears). "What a mess! Mom's gonna kill me!" "Can you believe him?!" Ellis asked his grimacing sister. "Somebody get me a towel!!" "Hold on!" they heard Dinah say going deeper into the house. "I'm getting what you need!!" "There was a towel over the mirror," Deana reminded Ellis. "Just how big a mess could he have made?!" "Okay... he's not that stupid! As long as I'm in the sun, he's not going to see himself in a mirror." "Boy, when he finally does admit it, I don't... Oh, no!!" "What is it?!" "Well, if you were a witch when you were a her, then what if..." "Here you go!" Dinah said. The door opened a bit, and Deana stared at the hand that reached out for the towel and... "Run for it!!" Deana cried, doing just that. Ellis looked after her, wondering what had her going. "What're you givin' me these for?!!" he heard March demand from the other side of the powder room door. "They're a change of underwear," Dinah told him from her side. "They're a bra and panties!!" "Uh, oh!" Ellis cried. "Go ahead! You can wear them, now! They'll certainly fit better 'n boys' stuff!" Ellis looked inside, saw what Dinah was holding, and decided Deana was right. "Wait for me, Deana!!" he cried, running. "I don't want to wear girls' stuff!!" There was an ear-piercing scream, a flash of light, and an explosion that filled the house with smoke that escaped through every opening. --- Ellis, then Deana looked inside. Black soot covered everything. Other than that, from what they could see, everything was fine. "Dinah? Dinah?! You okay?!!" Deana asked. "Where's March?" They heard a whining noise, punctuated by coughing, coming from the living room. "Dinah?" Deana, bravely but hesitantly, stepped inside, and headed for where she thought she head the voice come from. They found Dinah. The front of her, too, was covered with soot. She was sitting bent over on the couch. Whining and coughing. "Are you okay, Dinah?" "N... no..." she cried. "El-lis? Are you there?" "Y... yes," he said, stepping forward. "I... I need your help. Only you..." "What is it? What do you want me to do?" Dinah quickly brought out the broken hand mirror she had hidden on the other side of her, "Change into a witch!!" "NO!! It was a trick!!" the woman cried. "Catch her!!" Dinah screamed, getting up from the couch. "Don't let her escape!!" Deana automatically held onto the woman. "Why are we doing this?!" Dinah tackled the full-grown woman. "Because we have to clean this place up before Mom gets back!!" "Why should I!! You're the one who did this!!" The struggling woman told them. "Let you get in trouble!!" "I have the magic mirror!!" Dinah threatened him with it. "I'm not stupid like March!!" "Oh, yes, you are!!" she turned the reflecting side around. "Just say the words!" "Okay!! Okay!!" he screamed. The air around them became hazier and hazier, until it became like smoke inside. Then the smoke gathered itself, and contracted towards the powder room. Flash, and it was gone. The house was as it had been before. "Good!" Dinah said, smashing the mirror against the carpet. "Take a piece," she said to Deana. Deana saw that a couple of shards had come loose from the frame. "You were so worried about whether they had enough of a conscious to keep from harming you. Well, with these, we're protected." "You mean it reflects the witch's spell?" Deana said, picking up the largest shard. "Ellis thinks so. And he knows all about weird stuff." "I get one, too!" Ellis said, sitting up on the floor. "I guess you can't be a witch when March is her." "Save one for Mom. And Dad! And..." Deana said, composing the list in her head. "How many pieces do you think there are?!" Dinah said. "These breaks are natural. If we start breaking any on purpose, who knows what'll happen! Remember, March's in the shape he's in 'cause he broke it!" "We could try it out with an ordinary mirror," Deana suggested. "Unh, hunh! Forget it!" Ellis said, getting up with his piece of the mirror. "I'm going outside, and be me again! Try it on March!" "Where is March?!" Deana asked. "He made a mess. What does he usually do?" "He skips! You mean?!" "And it's gotta be someplace really stupid!" --- "No! No! I'm back to being a girl!!" March cried, looking down on the body that now fit into the bra and panties. A bra and panties, that was all the girl's body had on. Again, he opened the door, and looked out of the closet- sized room he was in. He got a strange look from a woman shopper. But seeing that she was being stared at, too, she quickly walked away. All around him, out of his reach were clothes, Girls' clothes! He had somehow gotten into a dressing room at the woman's department at the local discount store! Of course, it wasn't Him... It was some weird girl running around in her underwear! But, he had the strange feeling, that it could well end up being him! How could he live THAT down!!? Strange feeling?!! That was all he was feeling: Strange! And stupid. He looked again into the mirror behind the door. "What am I doing as Alice?? They kept sayin' she was a witch. Maybe she granted me a wish..." He looked at his big, full, annoying boobs, and ran his thumb under the bra's elastic. "I wouldn't have wished this! She must a wanted to get even at me for wantin' her body. Yeah, that sounds logical..." The padded bra boobs were squashed into was bugging him! Not to mention the skimpy, lacy panties that went around places that shouldn't be there and around a place that should have something there! (Taffeta! -He'd never worn taffeta!) But he couldn't take them off here! He caught himself rubbing his round butt. "I gotta get out here!" he told himself, feeling like a pervert feeling a freak. He opened the door a crack. The closest thing was a circular rack of blouses. Taking one last glance around, he ran for it. He quickly ducked under, and tried to lose himself among the blouses. He didn't even bother to see who saw him, or were seeing him. He lifted a blouse from the fixed hanger, and brought down to him. Struggling among the material, he managed to put the blouse on. "May I help you?" a cold voice said. "Er... do you have pants?" "We have pants. What size do you wear?" "Size!? Geez! I don't know!" "I'll get you a wraparound skirt." "No! No skirt!" he told her. He stood up inside the circular rack. The saleswoman was motioning for attention from somebody behind the nearest counter! March ducked under the rack, and, keeping the hem of the blouse pulled down, walked as fast as he could away. "Hey... You!" He ran! The men's section, the men's section... It was over there, wasn't it?!! "Whoh-ho! Check her out!" "What are you doing here?!!" March cried, screeching to a halt. Hey! You're that woman-chick at March's, right?!" Adam said. "I never forget a set of..." "There she is!!" "Yikes!!" March cried, and ran around Adam. BANG! A charred and frizzled Adam said, "Yep; that's her." --- He was still running around a store, dodging and weaving, jumping and bobbing, with nothing on below his panties! "Why does there have to be a clerk around when you don't want one!!" He was getting plenty of stares, now! "Alice! Alice!! I'm sorry!!" A fat security guard was running to put himself between himself between the fleeing suspect and the doors. "Plee-ase, Alice! Take back your body!!" Alice was suddenly running towards him. And did she have a shocked look on her face! She ran right into March's big, fat belly. And bounced off; to fall, sprawled, on the floor. "Alice!!" March cried, overjoyed to see her, and concerned that she may've hurt herself. (Her dignity was certainly harmed, with her legs sprawled and her panties exposed like that.) But when he bent over to help her up, he found a large mass of flesh in his way. He was fat! He was the fat security guard. "You got her!" "Good work, Lightfoot!" the clerks congratulated him. March acted on his first instinct: He ran! "NO!! Don't let me get away!!" 'Alice' screamed after the fat man loping as fast as he could through the automatic doors. "Don't leave me like this!" All of the clerks looked at each other, puzzled. And once the man in the guard's uniform was out in the sun, he was a fat man again, and it was March that had to be the beautiful woman. --- "You going to remain outside all day?" Deana asked Ellis, bringing him his own coat and pants. "I have to," he frowned. "As long as that stupid idiot March's out there, I can't let my guard down. The only thing you can trust him to do is something stupid." "Yep; March's a real boy, all right!" she said, sitting back on the front steps. "What is that supposed to mean?" Ellis said, his anger over the last couple of days coming out. "Forget it," she said, arranging the coat over her knees. "You'd have to be a girl to understand." "Is that some kind of stupid challenge?! You want me to be a girl?!!" (A woman jogger almost tripped over her dog.) "No! I didn't mean anything!" Deana insisted. "But I do," Dinah said, coming out fully dressed. "Guys can never understand girls. They're too stupid." "Oh, yeah!? But girls can guys!?" Ellis said. "What's to understand? Guys are just boys who won't grow up," Dinah told him. "Peter Pan!" Deana agreed. "Peter Pan's a girl!" Ellis told her. "What??" Dinah puzzled for a second. "You dummy, Peter Pan's played by a girl!" "It figures; only a girl would play such a stupid part." "A girl plays Peter Pan 'cause girls look more like a boy than guys do!" Deana told him. "That is stupid! When I was a girl, I didn't look anything like me!" "'Alice' isn't exactly the type of girl they'd cast for Peter Pan!" Deana told him. Ellis eyed them narrowly, "You two could play Peter Pan." "Hey! Watch what you're saying, buster!" Dinah said. Deana looked down at herself, "I've got more curves than she does!" "Hrhm! Sounds like you got the kid thing backwards," Ellis said. "Didn't you learn anything?!" Deana asked, exasperated. "Yeah! Who wants to be a girl!" "Face it, Deana; you can't teach them anything!" And Dinah whacked him across the back of the head. --- March ran hugging the bouncing prize boobies he had to carry now! His bare feet slapped the parking lot cement, jouncing his soft parts. Men stopped their cars suddenly; Women stared, leaving their trunks open; little kids pointed, with one singing, "I see underpants!" Now, he was almost out of the lot... It had to get worse! "A-Rooo!!" came a wolf-call from a carload of guys his own age; they'd been cruising by the busy street side of the parking lot. "Pretty Mama!" "Want a lift, babe?" "Just say the word, beautiful!" "For you, sweetheart, anything!" "Leave me alone, you jerks!!" March cried, zigging away from them. But the jerks did a U-turn, and kept after the girl with long bare legs, with the tail of her blouse flapping as she jounced along, revealing her shocking pink underwear. "Come back, lover!" "Don't break my heart, darling!" "We just found each other, girl!" "You can't run away from love, bunny!" "When will this nightmare end?!!" In his haste, March almost ran into an old woman. She took a swipe at the impudent floozy with her cane, "Weren't mini skirts immodest enough for you?!!" "At least she's wearing lingerie," the old man with her said; and got hit with the same cane. The teens' car was almost on her. She dashed into the street behind it. The car stopped anyway, letting the passengers out. "Don't be like that, wild thing!" "Yeah, you'd think you didn't like us!" "We're just trying to be friendly, honey!" A SUV almost hit March. "Need any help?" the middle-aged man inside wanted to know, smiling. "Agnes, look!" one housefrau-type said to another. "She probably deserves it," the other one frowned sourly. "Look at her!" As the woman sped by, pursued by the boys, the first woman said, "Shouldn't we call the police?" Agnes looked at the pay phone down the block. "Let somebody else waste their money." March was headed up a residential street. But he was tired, and his small feet felt black and blue. The guys behind him were fresh! "Why can't we be friends, chick?" "Just give me a chance, sweetie!" "You don't what you're missing, hot thing!" What was he going to... "Mr. Knight! Help me!!" he ran for the man heading for his carport. "Do I know you, miss?" he paused. The twenty-something pale-blonde paused in his trip. "Who's this?" the leader of the pack slowed to a stop. "I've seen him at school," the one behind him said. "We're just having a little fun with Godiva," a third said, uncontrite. "Yeah, anybody running around like that wants it." "It's not up to you to decide how a woman should dress," the small, thin man said. "And it's not up to you to decide what we decide!" the third stepped forward. "Yeah!" the leader said. "What are you going to do about it?" "Martial arts," the man said. "Hayiii!" And he promptly kicked up his heels, and fell into a stance: Where he finished up with two hard punches in front of him. All but the third guy backed up a little. "I know that stuff, too," he threatened. "Go ahead; I'm not afraid. I'm a teacher." The third guy looked behind him; the others were more three paces in back of him. But the guy wasn't ready to admit defeat. "You good enough to take on four of us?" "I think I am." "And he's got me with him!" The guys had forgotten (as much as they could) about the half-dressed woman. And she looked ready to stop running. "What are you doing out like that??!" "Eep!" the woman with the long golden hair blanched. "Hey, this is getting ridiculous. How many neighbors are you going to bring in 'cause of a prank?!" the third man was ready to back down, when he saw a woman old enough to be his mother out in a coat and a robe. "It wasn't my idea!" the blushing woman told the older one, trying to cover up. "You can't take two women on?" the second guy said to the third. "I don't see you ready to." "Did you call the police?" the teacher asked the new woman. "The police?" she asked. "If you have to bring the police in, you're not so tough," the third guy said. "So let's go," the leader said. "Right!" the others with him agreed. As they turned to walk away with their dignity, a passing car backfired, sending them running. "I'll be seeing you later," the third guy said, just before he turned to catch up with the others. It wasn't quite clear who 'you' was. "I can't even leave the house to take a walk without you going out and exposing that body!" the older woman said, unbuttoning her coat. "I told you! I didn't do it: Alice did this to me! She dropped me in the middle of the woman's department!" "Don't blame this on Ellis. It was all your fault!" she scolded, bringing the coat over to cover the woman's body. "I've never thought about running around in women's underwear! I've never been that sick!" she insisted, accepting the coat. "Excuse me? You're Mrs. Queen, aren't you?" the teacher said, not asking. "Er... Yes...." The woman had to admit, though with difficulty. "You're Mr. Knight. From the high school." "That's right; your son is in my homeroom." The mother glanced at the other woman, embarrassed. "That's right." The young woman wrapping the coat around herself wanted to hide. "Now. Can either of you tell me what just happened?" "Well, er... that is..." "I'd like to know that, myself," the miserable beauty said. "Dinah's trying to get me to wear a bra and girls' underpants, and the next thing I know... Bang!" "B... bang?" the mother winced, fighting her imagination. "And the next thing I know, I am wearing the bra and underpanties. In the middle of All-in-One, no less!" she hid her face. "Bra and panties?" the man asked. "Just a... bra, and, panties?" the mother asked. The mortified woman couldn't say any more. "Is this what I have to look forward to?" the long- suffering woman rolled her eyes up to heaven as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I take it you know this woman?" the teacher asked. "I'm afraid I do," she sighed. "She's some trouble I inherited from my ex-husband's side." "Oh?" as a teacher, he'd heard of many complicated family situations. And he'd only been teaching for a few years. "Nothing serious, I hope." "I won't have a clear idea until I can get ahold of the creep. He refuses to answer my calls!" the mother standing in just her nightgown, shivered a little. "Maybe I can help," he offered. "I am a teacher." "No; you've helped more than enough. We let you get involved." "That's for sure," the girl said, bouncing up on his bare legs, wishing he had on pants. "I can at least give you a lift home." "No!" the young woman said. "That's very kind of you," the chilled woman said, and headed for the car. "Mo-Om!" "Mom?" Mr. Knight asked, following after the older woman with his keys in his hand. "You can walk home, if you want to, 'Alice'," the woman hit her upper arms to warm up. "But he's a teacher I... Aw, never mind," the golden haired woman said, hurrying to get in. "I'm not walkin' like this." --- Ellis, Deana and Dinah were still out front when a car pulled up. The rear passenger door quickly opened up onto the street, and Alice got out as fast as she could. The driver's door opened, and the good-looking man hurriedly tried to reach the front passenger door in time; he held the door anyway for their Mom. "Thank you," she smiled. "I hope we can see each other again," he called to the woman as young to him as he was to Mrs. Queen. "Not if I can help it," the angry woman muttered, walking fast for the door. Over Mom's coat, he was pushing and pulling his breasts. "Forgive, Alice, Mr. Knight; you wouldn't believe the trouble we've had since she came into our lives." "I believe I can," he smiled. "I don't!" 'Alice' yelled, not looking back, reaching inside the coat. "Do all bras feel so uncomfortable? "That's no way to keep a guy interested," Dinah teased. "Get out of my way!" "Aren't you going to say good-bye to your 'date'?" Deana giggled. "I'm not playin' any games!" "Neither is he," Dinah said. "He's serious." "Girls! Out of the way: Let's keep the scenes inside, from now on!" Mom told them, hurrying up the walk. The girls did move out of the way (though Ellis remained where he was sitting). "But it's true, isn't it, Mom?" As March pushed his way past them, Mom told them, "If you must know, Mr. Knight made the date with me." "WHAT??!" The End Though there is a way both her sons may remain male at the same time, one may have to keep being a girl. Which one will it be? Next story: "Once a Boy, Always a Boy!"