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Latent Passions: A Lil' Lisa Adventure - By Dee Eon "Thanks, man! I love you like a brother!" "Hey, any closer and we'd have wings!" japed Erik Crandall with muted sentiments as his tenth-grade best friend. Jack Hazen rolled the Penthouse and Playboys under an arm and left Erik's bedroom nearly bumping into matronly Aunt Emma on the way out who cast a hard eye at the teenager's cargo. "Trading more filth, no, Erik??" she uttered with disdain. "You're such a disappointment, Erik. You've girls sneaking out your window in the dead of night, smoke those abominable little cigarettes, and don't volunteer for a whit of work. Well, things are going to change!" "I'm no different than my friends, Aunt Emma," Erik muttered bitterly. "Maybe I'm not perfect, but I don't go around collecting for bogus charities that live in your pocket and shit!" He gnashed his lip but too late. Aunt Emma frowned. "Is that so?" Oh hell, Erik though, I already got enough shit on her! Go head and let it out! "Yea, and I know you framed dad somehow so you could grab this house from us--MY house--and I think I can prove it!" he blurted. "Oh, really? And just what is that?" "It's--it's my secret! Once I show the family court judge, Dad's back in here and you're in the old folks' psycho ward where you belong." Aunt Emma clucked her tongue and took the tiny Indian urn from her trip down from the mantle." I think you're too confused, Erik. You seem to forget that your father was responsible for your good mother--my sister's suicide." "It was an accident--but you made it sound like Dad was responsible and that helped your framing him!" "Like father, like son. Hedonistic, self-centered and utterly selfish. I can see you're not going to change by convincing." "No, I'm not! I'm putting you behind bars, you wait! And don't try to threaten me with reform school anymore! I'm already asking around to get emancipated from you, so you're not gonna shut me up! No way! I'm taking back my life, my Dad, and my house! You're history after next week!" "Actually, you have it the other way around, my dear ungrateful nephew," she uttered, stroking the Hindu urn's thirteen facet faces. "Truthfully, I thought gaining custody of your assets was going to be a catwalk since you're so nonchalant and devil-may-care like most of your generation, but since you're going to raise such a fuss, I regret I'm going to have to swap your destinies." "Swap, what???" "Oh, something the Hindi Fye caste practices. It's kind of like--well, retrogressive reincarnation. It literally folds our souls back into a new time stream, a whole new parallel existence--except for some minor differences." Erik shook his head. "You're crazy!" "Oh, not at all! It's far more than a belief. I'll show you..." She started chanting to the urn. Erik snickered. "Man, you've really gone over!" he blurted, suddenly slowing down like a film in mid-stride. "Wh...What's happening?..." "I'm conjuring a new existence, darling...your best!" Suddenly Erik felt cold then heavy. And for a few moments that seemed hours the world reeled and slowed and refocused with pale peach walls with pictures of unicorns and gardens and bunnies, frilly pink window curtains and coral coverlet beneath her, the French dresser decked with Barbie makeup sets and little dolls. "Wh--What was that--??" he blurted, startled by high tinkly voice issuing his throat. He looked down and saw a fluffy lacy dress with a bouffant skirt. In horror he swirled where he knew was a full length mirror and saw a eight-year-old girl in a frilly pageant outfit and ivory-filmed legs and eggshell-white skimmer pumps, her coral-glossed lips gaping back. "Oh no!" her small pearly-glossed lips stammered back at him. "Oh no!!" Aunt Emma towered over Erik. "Like your move, my dear?" "Wh--What happened? What'd you do??" "You weren't paying attention. You're now who I desired always to be! You at your most darling!" "No, you--you gave me drugs." "I assure you, it's all quite real--'Lissette'." "Lissette??" "But I like Lisa better. So pert and cute, don't you think?" Erik opened his small mouth to protest but he couldn't. Aunt Em smiled. "See, it sounds completely normal to you, doesn't it? Just like this room, like your kitten, and very soon your very mind." "But--but how?" "See, imagine a local train running beside the express tracks. The express line has always been here and completely normal. Well, I simply had your soul's local train switched on the express track, and very soon you have to go express." "That's--that's crazy! It can't be! Can't!!" "Lisa, close your lip!" Erik shut his lip. "You see, Erik, we mere mortals are only allowed to tinker with the fabric of reality in pin- prick ways. The priests only blessed me an urn that could effect minor local changes like switching with our own parallel existence. I can't wish myself to be a Queen or change the whole world; that's too radical. You can only swap similar life streams. In fact, switching you to your girl existence is really the most I can do, but this change's enough to secure my due inheritance." "I--I'll tell daddy!" Erik's childish voice threatened. "Tell him what? That you used to be his ingrate teenage son? Oh yes, make my day, Erik! Your swindling father also drove his little daughter mad! That'd seal my custody quite well, don't you think? Actually, it won't belong before such notions start flirting away from the pretty little head. See, your soul might still be Erik Crandell's but it now resides in the mind and body of a very contented little girl. Actually, reside's a bad word; temporarily squatting a daydreaming child's better. Soon you'll start to fade into a very vivid dream as your native Lisa mind reasserts itself and slowly starts to mold you to accommodate her being." Erik gasped. "No...no, you can't do that!" "Oh, actually your soul's full conversion will take a while for Lisa's life experiences to remold sixteen years of testosterone attitude, but you'll succumb and become her totally in time." "You're a fuckin' crazy witch!!" "Now, now, not very nice words to be gushing from such sweet lips! Sorry, Erik, but you forced my hand. But I don't really mind. You make such a cute little niece!" Erik fought the pressure in his skull trying to knead and reshape his perspectives, attitude and very world. "I...I..." Erik's confusion worked against him. Lisa shook her head, looking confused. "What's wong, dear?" asked aunt Emma and Lisa looked up. "I--I dunno, mommy. I--I just had a--a funny daydream." "A daydream? Was it about what you're going to sing and dance at the Junior Miss Dixie Pixie pageant?" "No, mommy" the child shyly admitted. "It was....was...oh, you'll think it's silly, but I was thinking that I was...was a--a grownup boy!" "Now, that's not just a daydream; that's a nightmare!" teased Aunt Emma to the giggling child as she draped a silk wrap over whose half bared shoulders. "Why don't you take Geoffrey along for good luck?" "Okay, mommy," Lisa nodded, her short fluffily tiered skirt flouncing over to a stuffed zoo in the corner and tucked a little unicorn under her arm. Lisa paused before the mirror to primp and take critical stock of the nymphette in it, but suddenly something beyond vanity was infecting her with curiously new appreciation. She always knew she was pretty just like all the pageant trophies on her dresser affirmed, but now she quizzically felt herself regarding her image anew. The child within was admittedly most becoming. In fact strikingly so, and she felt her emerald eyes with odd fascination trace the comely columns of her long ivory-filmed legs and stared back the huge twinkling emerald eyes and pert nose and perky features set in an oval face framed by a wealth of chestnut curls. Somehow the child's image seemed wildly incongruous in her mirror, yet welcoming so. And for some reason she wondered what she'd be like when she was sixteen again and the speculation rushed her with an eerie fascination and breathless stirring she never knew before. "Yes, you are very lovely, Lisa, as you'll prove again today!" said Aunt Emma, bending low and toothily smiling into the little girl's giggling emerald eyes. "Yes, boys are such naughty thankless creatures, nothing like lovely, sweet well-groomed things like you. So relax and accept yourself, dear soul. There's no prince in shining armor to rescue this little princess..." "Ain't you supposed to be babysitting?" Franklin asked, joining Karen on the crowded top bleachers of the minor league stadium. His teen girlfriend smirkily nodded to her opposite side where Lisa sat in her pink denim skirt and Powderpuff blouse and frilly anklets and pink Reeboks, nibbling an ice cream cone and raptly watching the game. "She's really into it!" Karen remarked, "All she needs is a beer and an armchair and she'd be Jack six-pack, yet she says it's a boring game. Figure that." "Kids," Franklin quipped, cuddling up to Karen. Lisa frowned a little then turned to watch the game, at times glancing wistfully at beer cans being traded by avid fans around her, the aroma teasing indefinable familiarity deep within her. As the last inning shut out, Karen grabbed Lisa's little hand and followed Franklin down to join other fans swarming the finished field, and while Franklin chatted with the players Lisa idly looked around then her eyes and heartbeat froze fast at a player grinning to several babes. Her little breath was taken away as she drifted up to him. He noticed her approach. "Hey, they come in all ages!" "H--Hi, Jack," Lisa fondly, shyly said. "How you doing, pretty lady? Liked the game, eh?" "Yes..." One of Jack's babes tittered; "Looks like you've got a deep fan, Jack!" "Oh, she's my college spare!" he chuckled, turning away to walk off and leaving Lisa totally moved and panting. Karen stopped at the bike rack for Lisa to unchain a pink bike with a flower basket in front. She and Franklin strolled while Lisa idly rode her bike on the sidewalk ahead, and as she rode Lisa's bike saddle caressed her little rounded panties while she mulled Jack's face and laugh and wink and she wished and pined. He was so handsome! So dreamy! So--so--something else! Like she knew him forever! She felt so cozy and warm from the brief encounter, just like her rhythmically rocking perch on the bike saddle. As her little knees pumped the pedals the more her breath labored from the soft glow mounting deep her skirt as her pine swelled and finally overwhelming her with a soft sweet smothering thrill that suddenly it was a balloon popped throughout her every pore-- "Uhhhh...." Her eyes closed with her soft moaning swoon as her wildly wavering bike toppled over upon a lush lawn. "Hey, you alright??" the homeowner cried, running over the lawn and lifting the motorbike off its rider. "Shit, that was a bad spill!" "It's okay, I'm alright--" the bass reverberating in his throat startled him and bewildered, Erik looked down at his soiled jeans and scruffy sneakers, saw his thick hairy arms, felt his short bristly locks-- He gasped. Omigosh!! I'm--I'm me again!!! Thank God!!! "Hey, you okay, fella??" "Huh? Er, yea. I--I'm okay," Erik said, dusting himself off. "Sorry for messing your lawn. I guess I--I dozed off." Erik mounted up and motored off, still agog but feeling the relief of reality seeping back to him as the startling alien memories faded to back. Shakily, he sighed. Man! Whatta sudden crazy daymare to fuck my attention driving! But it felt so friggin' real! Me--a little cute chick?? Damn! I gotta break off taking drags of Arnie's shit! I got home a little late after trying to make up with Eilane before saying screw her and walking away, but Aunt Emma seemed to preoccupied to badger me about my love life, but that was okay. The more she left me alone the better. By sneaking and stalking with my camera and recorder, I'd lots of pixs showing her impersonating charity offerings collectors and selling bogus supermarket raffles. I was sure she knew how to bilk insurance companies and stuff since she got possession of the house after framing dad with some planted larceny evidence, but these pics should exonerate him and show that she was great at manipulation. Aunt Emma really had no use for me, except as a channel to mom's half of her legacy and I wasn't about to turn that over to her. So the only other route to my inheritance was for her to put me away, but she wasn't going to try that, not after the way I carried on at dad's trial. Unless she wants to turn me into her dumb little niece, right? I had to chuckle at that wild crazy daydream. A girl dream! But it felt so real! And I felt so small and so scared, like I was all alone in the universe and only Aunt Emma could protect me. Worst, feeling my head turning and my mind changing to like all kinds of girl shit like dolls, pink stuff, being happy acting so sissy and dainty-- God! Hope that doesn't mean that I'm a closet fag! But I gotta admit, I sure made one pretty chicklette! Good thing Aunt Emma made me a kid or else I would've really been trouble meeting Jack the Stud like that! A wild titter escaped my throat and I sheepishly steeled my manhood; Speaking of chicks, a fresh prowl's in order since I split from Elaine. I called Jack for a rendezvous then drove my rebuilt 420cc Barracuda over to the mall to check out the chicks. I perched a brick divider wall by the potted palms which had a good vantage down the gallery's fashion and music stores and waited for my best buddy while ogling several sassy strolling babes who coyly smiled back, leaving me wondering which high school they came from. When I saw this teen Marilyn Monroe sashaying up the mall aisle. Wow! Whatta flaxen fox!! Suddenly Marilyn glimpsed my way and I snagged her attention with a smile that triggered hers and she coyly turned asides as though seeing something in a storefront window but really just playing shy. Alright!! My throbbing gawks finally went into reassuring hard mode. Damn, what a looker! I was really splitting my fly now, no joke! I quickly ran through some good lines to use on her when she strolled closer. After my date fiasco with stuck-up Elaine, I could use a wicked replacement like this one to rate with the jock clique at school. While I mused, 'it' happen, so gradually, so subtly that I wasn't aware of it at all. It only took several moments because that was all the time blondie spent faking at window shopping before turning her awesome face back up at my suave gleaming grin-- Then blinking dead at me as though in surprise and after throwing a soft smirk at my sly grin, glanced about in bewilderment as though for a lost date. My friggin' heart sank like a stone down a sewer in January. Man! I thought I had her going! How'd the heck I drop the ball?? Even bad breath takes longer than that!! I was about to pat my hair for anything out of place when I caught sight of Jack ambling my way, partly distracted by Miss blondie-boobs as she looked somehow maligned then leggily sashayed off, maybe for some lucky stiff boyfriend. Shit! Hope Jack didn't see me grinning at her like a fishing fool! Jack moved near me and looked around and glimpsed his watch and groaned and leaned back against the wall and folded his arms and girl watched. I smirked. Cute pal. "Hey--!" I chaffed above the mall's rumbling babble and canned music. "It's bad e'nuff getting shrugged by a chick, but I don't need that shit from a buddy too!!" Jack didn't move, like he was deaf. I shouted louder; "Hey Jack! Turn your balls off, huh!" He suddenly glanced up, for a moment eying me then looking around as if for someone else. "Hey, Jack Hazen! You blind an' deaf or what?" He frowned at me. "Huh?? How you know my name?" "Cute. You must be freakin' deaf, sucker!" "Talkin' to me??" "No, to asshole the clown!" He snickered. "Man, you sure got one fresh little mouth, sister!" I snorted. "Gonna stuff it for me, cock sucker?" He snickered and dropped his eyes. "Shit, I'd stick mine deep that cute lil' mouth and up 'em nice sleek thighs real good if I couldn't get arrested for messing around a sassy lil' snot like you!" I was shocked. I'd buddy slings before, but this was off the cuff! It wasn't just what Jack was saying but the way he said it. Not jokingly but with real feeling. Moreover, fag slings weren't his style, especially when delivered with so much serious venom. A small shiver rushed me. "Jack??..." I weakly said just as I looked down and saw sleek bare thighs and knees like if I was ten years old, not my taut firm jeans. "Oh shit--!!" I blurted with dawning horror just realizing my voice. "Oh no..." I pushed off the wall--and fell from an unanticipated empty two feet that was under my shoes. "Hey, you alright??" Jack asked as I groped to my feet while thick silky chestnut tendrils rushed and beat my cheeks. Pigtails?? "Oh no!..." I scurried before a storefront windowpane and saw-- A green- eyed eight-year-old girl in a pink denim skirt and pastel lilac blouse with a bunny on front and pink socks and sneakers. "Oh Jeeze, no!!" I staggered, feeling whoozy. The world felt hazy...different... simpler...more alien...like I was... slipping back inside my memories... behind another mind... "Hey!" Jack shouted, concerned now. "You alright?" The little girl spun and blinked up at the surly teen jock. "Oh Jack! Thank God! It's me, Jack!!" "Yea? Who me?" "It's--It's--" Her thought name was suddenly torqued in tongue and mind, "L--L--Lisa??..." "Huh? Look, how come you know my name I never saw you before!" "Yes you do, you know me!!!" "Kid, you're sick!" Jack snickered, turning then stopping at the sound of a whimper and turned to see her curled up in a corner. "Shit, hey!" She lifted a tearful eye and turned away, back inside herself. Jack crouched besides her. "Hey, take it easy," he soothingly said. "Look, my name's Jack like you said. What's yours?" It was like her tongue was fighting itself. "It--It's--L--Lisa." "Okay, Lisa. Look, is your mom or someone here?" he asked and Lisa looked quizzical then shook her head. "Well, how did you get here then? Walk?" "I--I dr--drove," she stammered. "Drove?" "I...I...got a students' learn--learner's per...per...something, I think." "Student learner's permit? No way, you gotta be high school. Look, you still putting me on?" "Please Jack...I...I...don't know what's happening...it's all -- changing..." "Look, wait here, I'll find someone to help you out," Jack said, his rise jolted back you her cling on his arm. "No, Jack, please don't leave me alone. Please!..." Jack eyed her, looking for the slightest sign of a sly smile or impish twinkle but he sensed her fear was genuine. And there was something else he couldn't put his finger on. Some indefinable rapport... "Look, Lisa, I--I'll take you home, okay?" "O-Okay, Jack, thanks so much..." she sniffled as she rose but as Jack clasped her hand she felt a jolt like a scolding parent in her head, like a lesson hammered since tot hood. Gasping, Lisa backed away from him. "Hey, Lisa, what's wrong??" Confused and terrified Lisa's lip trembled before she broke out in a run down the mall then in the middle of the parking lot stop, confused and nonplused. Where's my Barracuda?? Where's my...my--car.... I thought I had a car.... There was a pink bike with a wicker basket chained to a light post. Lisa vented a sigh of relief. Of course, stupid! Why did I ever think I had a car?? She looked around for that grown up boy. Ever since Darla Baines down the street was kidnapped and--and worst, Lisa's mom warned her to keep away from strangers and with good reason! Even if that grownup boy did feel so...so--nice and charming... Lisa hopped her bike and peddled away, not noticing the car Several blocks behind. Aunt Emma opened the door and looked startled. "J--??" She seemed To bit her lip, catching some slip of the tongue "Er, Yes?" "Hi ma'am," Jack said. "You don't know me, but my name's Jack Hazen, and yesterday I followed a little girl who was kinda confused and scared at the mall over here." "Lisa?" "Yea, that's her name." "You followed her?" "To make sure she got home alright. She was real confused, talking funny. She even knew my name but I never saw her before in my life, you know? I was going to help her out but she took off on her bike, scared as hell, so I followed her in my car to make sure she back okay. Is she?" "Well, that was very considerate of you. Yes, Lisa's doing well. I'm glad there are young men like you around. Why did you bother?" Jack looked quizzical. "Tell you the truth...I don't really know. She's a cute kid, maybe. Reminds me of sister I guess." "Well, your sister's a very lucky person to have a brother who cares so much about her. Lisa doesn't have any siblings or a daddy, I'm afraid. It's just me raising a good but sometimes stubborn little girl!" Aunt Emma sighed then looked anew at Jack. "May I call you Jack?" "Yes, ma'am." "I think you're a young man I could trust. I wish my so--that I'd a son just like you! Do you do any yard work or handyman jobs?" "Sometimes. Depends on the work--but I'll almost anything." "How does fifteen dollars an hour sound?" "When can I start??!" "Then leave me your phone number and I'll see what I can do. I wish I'd a son as eager to work and please me as you are!" she complimented with a funny almost avenged smile. "Now, I must tell you that Lisa's been acting that way because her father left us without a dime." "Sorry, ma'am." "Oh, don't be. He was a bum and his son following in his footsteps." "Oh. So Lisa has a brother then?" Aunt Emma gnashed her lip and backtracked. "I--I meant a son from another marriage. He--died in a drag race somewhere, but we never really knew him, but Lisa still dreams about having her brother Erik. She has a wild imagination, you see, and that's why she seems a little confused at times. Just so you know?" "Yes ma'am." "Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Jack. Look forward to a call, alright?" "Yes ma'am! You're welcome, ma'am!" Jack cheerfully said as the door closed and with hum he hopped down the walk. Man! A part-time job and fifteen bucks an hour on call! Not bad! His happy strut braked to a stop because standing on the driveway with a stuffed giraffe under an arm was Lisa, in ponytails and blouseless halter jumper and yellow knee socks and brown penny loafers.. Jack waved. "Er, hi Lisa! Doin' okay?" "I knew you'd come back!" Lisa said as though he were a light in a dark forest, drifting up to him. "I knew you'd rescue me, Jack!" He chuckled. "Rescue you? From what? Monsters in the attic?" "Monster in the kitchen," she quietly muttered if half-unsure. "Hey, your mom's a nice person! She works hard to keep you safe and fed and happy." "I'm not happy. Not really," she murmured, looking around the neighborhood like it was an alien place. "Like this place. I...I don't really belong here..." "So where do you belong?" Jack asked, trying to sound sympathetic but when her limpid green eyes lifted to him he felt a peculiar tingle of a vague indefinable familiarity. Lisa opened her mouth then it wavered and closed in dismay, as though she couldn't quite decide what to say or voice it. "You wouldn't understand," she murmured, turning aside and hugging her doll. "I--I'm trapped and fading away. Soon mommy will have her way, and I can't help it..." Something in her poignant voice tweaked Jack's heart and he Stooped before her. "Hey, no tears, okay? Look, Lisa, I know things look tough and lonely sometimes, but there's always someone you can turn to, who you can trust and talk to, like your mommy." Her pigtails were like slashing whips as she vehemently shook her head. "No, not like mommy." A thought passed Jack's mind and he eyed Lisa's slim pale arms And legs and her bared shoulders and inwardly sighted in relief. "Com'on, Lisa, it's not like she's beating you or anything, right?" "It's worst, Jack. She turned me--me..." she struggled against a stubborn tongue then with a soft sniffle broke off. "My brother Erik!" "I heard about that, Lisa." "Don't believe what mommy says, please! Sh--she's really not my--my--" She whimpered as her struggle to blurt failed. "Lisa, look, you're having a tough time. I understand. Look--" he grasped her tiny hand "--if you ever want to talk about anything just call me up, alright?" She nodded. "Don't leave me, Jack! Please!" "It's alright, Lisa..." Jack finger wrote his phone on the flagstone walk. "Just copy that and call me if you feel down, but only after you first see mommy, alright?" Lisa sniffled and nodded with hope in her eyes then suddenly threw her arms around his neck and for several moments he didn't know what to say or do but to hold the child then gently pull her away and again met her eyes with their teasing, baffling calling. "You see something, Jack??" she asked with hope, exasperating his bafflement. "Er..." "Please!" "Well...I'm not sure, but it almost feels like--like I know you in a way. I know I never met you before, but it almost feels like we've been together for a long while... I--can't explain it. So weird..." "You do know me, Jack! Somewhere else, but you still do! Somewhere where we were--Oh, everything's so hazy! It's like everything used to be a dream!..." She suddenly and sheepishly faced him. "I--I'm real sorry for the way I acted at the mall." "Hey, that's okay. I'm just puzzled how you know my name." Lisa struggled and strained her voice to say. "Because... we're...b-- b-- buddies!..." Jack chuckled and rose. "Yea, well, maybe we will," he said, squeezing his hand and winking. "But for now we'll just be friends. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea." "What wrong idea?" "Well, if you were a little older I could say." "How much older?" "More than you are now. Well, I gotta get going." "Where are you going?" "Well, to ball practice." "Can I watch??" she asked with a new admiring glimmer in her eyes, somehow more childlike and peaceful than she was a minute ago when she almost seemed, well, teen-like in her anxiety and despair. Maybe I did her soul some good, Jack figured. "Sure--I mean, only if your mom lets me. We don't want to get into trouble, do we?" Lisa's green eyes plumbed him. "I'll ask mommy if I can go with you." "Er, I wouldn't--damn!!" Jack swore as Lisa flounced off up her driveway, and perplexed Jack waited then dashed off himself, into his car and peeling away. "Hey Jack!!" the coach said after the last inning as the team left the field. "Looks like you gotta lil' fan." "Huh?" Jack asked, looking up at the almost empty top bleachers and gasping at the little girl perched up there, waving at him. "Shit!" "What do you mean your ma doesn't know you're here??" Jack blurted later. "Man, you can land me in some real trouble, Lisa!" "I don't mean to!" Her eyes brimmed wetly. "Okay, okay, I'll go home with you. First, I better call to kill the shock before it kills me!" Jack stashed Lisa's bike in the trunk and drove her home where a fretful Aunt Emma waited on the steps and as Lisa contritely stepped in she got a whack on the behind. "Thank you, Jack. I honestly don't know what's gotten into her! She's never disobeyed me before!" "Er, maybe...maybe she sees her dad in me." Aunt Emma snorted. "Hardly! You're too much a gentleman!" "Still, I think that maybe she needs a dad or a big brother or something, you know? Some guy she could look up to besides for a mom, you know?" Aunt Emma sighed. "Yes...but I'm afraid we're short of volunteers." "Er, I don't mind--acting like a part-time brother for a while. I'm a Explorer Boy Scout and I can use the civics credit." Aunt Emma beamed gratitudes. "Well, with credentials like the Boy Scouts, how can I go wrong??" Aunt Emma sidled up to Jack in her backyard as he raked the leaves. "Jack, you've been so helpful these last few months!" "My pleasure. ma'am." Aunt Emma slyly glimpsed Lisa in a pink pinafore perched cross-legged atop the outdoor table, elbows on her skirt-draped knees as her palms rested her chin as she dewily stared at Jack. "And I dare say, I think Lisa's developing a crush on you, Jack!" she tittered. "Aw, I'm not ready to make Juliann jealous yet!," he chuckled as Aunt Emma sauntered off and fascinated he looked up at Lisa's dewy gaze and smiled and continued raking, every few minutes peeking to see Lisa still gazing goo-goo eyed at him. He chuckled. Man, little chick has a thing for me, huh? Too bad she's not a couple years older, or better, gotta sis! He stopped working and was about to ask her for some lemonade to break off her vigil when he noticed how she was breathing, her bodice rising and falling with slow almost labored breaths. Puzzled, he moved closer to her and saw that her lips were slightly parting then closing in sync her deep breaths, and he had the feeling that her green gaze was looking past him at where he was working as though locked in a daydream. He noticed the red flush of her face, the hint of a familiar musky scent escaping her spread skirt. "Holy shit..." He breathed as though beholding a golden stature on the table. "Com'on, kid, I ain't that handsome!..." He reached to touch her hand to wake her trance. "Hey, Lisa--" Her tiny frame suddenly stiffened and shuddered and he heard a soft cry-moan escape her. "Yo man, what's wrong??" Jack chaffed. Startled, Erik blinked and faced Jack's smirk. "J--J--Jack??" he stammered, the new bass tremble in his throat buoying him. "No, it's Cathy Ferber! What's happening? You look like you're having one hot dream!" Erik looked down at the lap of his cross-legged jeans and Reeboks on the outdoor table and shook his head and felt no silky rush of hair brushing his cheeks. "I'm back!" he nearly chuckled in relief. "Whadda ya mean? You didn't go anywhere! Least in this world!" "You don't understand. I've been--been someone else." "I don't get it." Jack self-consciously unfolded his sissy sit and stood. "Oh God!" "Hey, you okay, guy?" "Oh God, you don't know, Jack! All this time! All this freaking time!" "Time??" Erik looked at his friend with gratitude and wistfulness. "Jack, you're still the same ole' Jack!" "Hope so. Say, you're not dragging anything I don't know about?" "Jack, you've been my anchor! Without you always reminding me about what I was and where I came from I would've slipped away for good!" "Whoa, now you're flying over my head, dude! Just what are you getting at??" "Jack, you're gonna think I'm insane." "I already think so!" "No, really! Hear me out, okay?" Jack shrugged. "Do you remember a couple of months ago coming to the mall when I called you up?" "We hang out at the mall all the time!" "Well, that time you saw--saw a little girl, around ten or so, and she called you names and you got angry at her?" Jack shook his head. "Nope." Erik sighed in dismay. "So that was the other you then. I can't prove it." "Can't prove what?" Jack asked just as a man peeked out the back door. "Erik, phone!" Erik's throat crimped with his leaping heart. "Dad!!" "Yea, what son?" Mr. Crandell said, bemused as Erik at first staggered if in relief then bolted into his arms in a furious hug. "Hey, what's brought this on??" "Oh God, I missed you!!" Erik moaned in his father's chest. "Oh, how I missed you, dad! Miss you, missed you, miss you!!!" "Well, I'm glad you appreciate me so hard after three months in! Is this going to be a daily tribute now?" Erik lifted moist eyes."I--just wanted you to know I care, dad. I--I thought you were--were still in jail!" His father frowned. "Erik, you're not snorting dust now?" "Huh? No! No, I mean--I mean, I--I hope Aunt Emma stays in jail a long time!" I blurted just as my alternate existence's new memories surfaced. Dad smiled and hugged my shoulders, really meaning it. "That's something I'll never forget, son. The way you cleared me and snagged her with that evidence you scraped up, I can see why law schools are climbing over the fence for your enrollment." "I--had help from my friends, dad," I said, thinking of Jack. "Well, you're gonna lose one if you don't get that phone; it's Patty Sue--stud!" Mr. Crandell said with a sly proud wink reserved for macho sons and sheepishly Erik broke away to answer the phone. Patty Sue? Who's that?? "Hello?" "Took you long enough to answer!" a breathy titter on the phone chided. "So when are we going? Tonight?" "Er, yea...I guess." "Good! Just checking! Love!" He heard a wet smack on the phone and it hung up. Patty Sue?? Nonplused, Erik went up to his room and was startled by several pictures taped his mirror, cuddling up with and doing amusement parks with the blonde from the mall, and each was sighed "To my Other, Patty Sue." Erik's jaw dropped. "What the--??" And then it all started coming back, like a tide over the surf, hitting on the mall Marilyn, their first movie date, their lay in the starry park, the reunion with dad, the drivers license... Holy shit! So I did score her before it happened! Awesome! But why'd I change to Lisa and to her world? I wasn't doing anything. Maybe there's something to Aunt Emma's little urn after all. I'll go check it out--after I drop by Patty Sue's first! He lifted the blonde's cute photo and felt his groin buck. Man, I'm the luckiest guy in the world! he chuckled, scratching his budging fly. Better back five condoms this round. He chuckled and with a novel freshness recalled that first night twining and humping in the grass... Aunt Emma stepped in and gasped. "What are you doing??!" Erik swirled from her dresser, shocked. "Huh??" "You heard me, Lisa! You had your hand under your skirt!" "I--I--" His heart sank. Omigosh! Not again!! Erik strained his brains, feeling intangible fingers trying to remold his mind and world. No! I'll start thinking like a kid again! Start thinking of the real world like a dream I could forget! I gotta hold on! I gotta think!! There's gotta be an answer! "Young lady, I asked a question!" Lisa looked at his wet fingertips and rubbed them. Wait. Maybe...maybe ...! Lisa dashed out under Aunt Emma's arms and down the stairs, Running outside and down the street, looking at all the freshness of the street inviting him to stay. No--no--no! He reached Jack's house. "Why, hello Lisa!" Jack's mom said just as the little girl bolted inside and up the stairs. Jack was just coming out of the shower and gasped and wrapped the towel around him at the sight of the little girl. "Lisa?? What you doing here??" "Jack, you've got to help me!!" her voice squeaked. "Help me before I don't care about staying me again!" "What??" "Please, Jack! Let me watch you!" "Wait till I get dressed!" "No, I have to now!" "Have to what?" "See you dress! I'll change faster!" "You'll what--?? Man, you got one bad crush, don't you?" Lisa grabbed Jack's hand and pressed it to her cheek. "Please, Jack! I'm--I'm turning back!..." "What do you mean??" "There's no time, Jack--O God, I'm turning little again! Save me! Please!" Jack looked into her wide desperate eyes and felt a nagging affinity challenge his misgivings. "Aw...aw, okay. I don't really like it, but you can watch. Just don't let anyone know, okay?" "Thank you! Oh thank you!!!" she dashed inside and sat cross-legged on his bed. Jack smirked. "Nice. A girl with the hots for me parked my bed. I oughta be so lucky in tenth-grade!" "Just make-believe I'm your sister, Jack!" "Right. I'd let a kid sister watch me dress!" Jack shrugged and turned his back to her and dressed. "Lisa, sometimes I think we were made for another." He tied his towel around his waist so he could pull on his briefs. "The only reason I'm letting you is...is because I got a funny feeling you're serious about something... something weird. And I gotta help you because it's like helping out a--a, well, a pal..." He dropped the towel and put on his undershirt then turned to meet her glassy ogling gaze and hard steamy breathing. "Hey, I don't mind a crush, kid, but don't wet my bed like you did the table outside, huh?" Lisa's swooning moan fell back, sprawling over the bed. "Hey, soak your own bed!" chaffed Jack, putting on his shirt. Erik blinked and startled up in Jack's bedroom. "Jack??" "Dream doing Patty Sue on your own bed, not mine!" "God! I'm me again!" "You're what?" "I'm me again! Oh man, thank God!!" "What's going on?" "I think I know what's going on! Whenever I get the hots I change! If I think about chicks as my normal me or if Lisa sees you!!" Jack frowned. "What??" Erik blushed and hopped off the bed. "I didn't mean it that way! Look Jack, I--I can't double date tonight. Something's come up." "Why not??" "Look, I gotta to tell you something. It's important! You're gonna think I'm insane--" "Already do." "Really Jack! Cross my heart! Listen..." "Sure you ain't stewed??" Jack dubiously quipped later. "It's the honest truth, Jack!" "You turn into a little girl in another world?" "It's exactly like this one except Lisa was born in my place and my mom's still here. I start thinking and talking like a little kid and my real life here starts to feel like a daydream and little kid things and feelings become more important to me, like Geoffrey." "'Geoffrey'?" "My stuffed unicorn. Er, Lisa's stuffed unicorn." "And you think the only way you can escape being 'Lisa' is using her crush on me to break the spell?" "I don't know exactly how it works, but I'm sure I'm right." "But how does getting the hots switch you?" "I don't know! I'm no magic guy. Maybe it has to do with sex somehow, or how I want it or which one I'm suppose to be. That's the main difference between Lisa and me, so that must be it. At least I kinda know how I can control it a little." "Like a ping-pong ball being a guy and a chicklette? Erik, you know what I think?" "Jack, I'm sober, I swear!" Jack looked amused. "If this 'Lisa' is you in a kid's bod, how come you--'she'--gets the hots gawking at me, huh?" Erik blushed and hastily blurted; "It's just a crush! And I'm not totally me when I'm Lisa; the spell tries to force me to think and act and behave like a girl unless I fight to think only with my guy memories. The scary part is I'm starting to adjust to her world; it's becoming more important and more real than what I remember being a guy here, like my life here's just a dream. With Aunt Emma helping to push me off the cliff, it won't be long when I'll feel more at peace by giving up my memories and becoming her little girl for good. That's why the Jack there is so important! He's just like you!" "But how I--this other me be effecting you if he's never been buddies with you like me?" Erik demurred with uneasy gratitude. "Maybe because...because we all share something special that makes us us. Maybe that's why I think he'd believe me and help me out--if there was a way I could tell him everything before the spell turns me back into a kid who won't believe it." "What good's that going to do?" "He could help keep my mind going--my boy's mind. I think I could turn Lisa's mind more into a boy's if I tried hard enough with--help. That's why I need your help." "Mine?" "See, if the other Jack's exactly like you, then he's gotta have some of the same experiences, right? If you can tell me stuff--super private stuff that you've never told anyone--even me, he'd know I was telling the truth." "Super private shit? Uh, I dunno 'bout that..." "Jack, please! It's my life!" "O--O--alright....but what good is telling you if it's just gonna seem like a dream to Lisa in no time?" "I think I know a way, something in my--er, her dresser might help." "What then? How can this other Jack guy help you besides giving you-- er, Lisa wet panties?" "Jack, it's getting harder and harder to stay me in Lisa's world. She's happy there and that's what starts happening to me until I don't want to leave or stay a boy anymore. If he could help me from totally turning into her by always reminding me who I really am, it could help buy me time to find the urn and take it to someone who might be able to fix the spell. I got Aunt Emma canned here in this world to save dad, but she took her urn with her and it's gone. My only hope is finding the urn belonging to Aunt Emma in Lisa's world, only Lisa thinks Emma's her mom there." "Huh...I just thought of something. Suppose you do manage to swing this; won't it be splashing ice water on your--er, her panties?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you need her crush to get back here, don't you? And if you don't straighten this whole thing out from this end, you might as well be a monk here unless you like wearing pigtails playing ping-pong 'tween lives," issued Jack to Erik's sober mull and rise to the window. "Well, I guess I'll have to forget Patty Sue till I do," Erik breathed, pushing down a circus of damning impulses. "At least I'll be here where I--belong...Jack?" "Yea?" "When I'm not--like this, knowing about Lisa, am I--normal?" "Mean a normal guy? Sure, like you've been since we were kids." "So, you've only seen me like this a couple of times, right?" "Twice or so, far as I know. Why?" "You don't think I'm--crazy, do you?" Jack paused. "Remember that 'Night Stalker' movie with Karl Kojack the reporter guy in it?" "The vampire one? Yea, why?" "Remember when Kojack's at police headquarters taking out garlic necklaces and wooden stakes trying to show them how to stop the guy even though they don't believe he's really a vampire? He said that the only way to find someone who thinks he's a vampire is to go after him like he really is one, you know?" Erik looked up at his friend with reined admiration and smothered gratitude. "Thanks, Jack. I--really appreciate this. Maybe one day I can really prove all this to you." Jack chuckled. "Well, if you get stuck over there, remember to tell my behind to reserve you for my college prom!" Erik joined in laughter and the sober joviality of the moment, meeting Jack's grinning eyes with a pause of wild tender wonderment and unrequited regard before quickly, ruefully shying. "Yea, that'll be the day!" "Or night!" Jack slyly quipped. "Don't go fag on me, dude!" Erik excessively chaffed. "Now pile me some dirty secrets and shit so I can go back and fix this shit so I can taste a little Patty sue!..." Without wasting time, Erik ran back to his bedroom, reciting Jack's fresh recountings all the way and dug out a Penthouse and Patty Sue's picture and sat on the edge of the bed and worked himself up. Then during the space of a blink his bedroom changed. Pale blue walls with pictures of ponies and sunsets and kittens, frilly yellow window curtains and canary coverlet beneath her, the French dresser decked with Barbie makeup sets and little dolls. And he was in the middle of a circling skirt on a frilly canopy bed. Like instant magic. Erik felt his mind grinding to new gender perspectives and sentiments felt and silky tails brush his ears as he faced the wall mirror's pigtailed angel sitting cute on her bed. Along with several other little girls giggling while playing with Barbie dolls and boy-pop CDs. "Hey Lisa, what's the matter??" a cute Asian asked and Lisa hopped off the bed like a teen boy from a tub of single-digit little girls. "What's going on, Lisa??" a cute redhead asked as Lisa bounced to her dresser and fished out the pink Barbie mini recorder and hastily ran out, reciting everything Jack related while it was fresh and meaningful all the way to Jack's house several blocks away. By the time she arrived, panting from exhaustion, she was starting to wonder why she was deserting her friends to make up boy stories in her recorder -- A particle of male ego rebelled-- No! It's the truth, not a tale! she passionately reminded herself, bolting into Jack's house. In the backyard him looked up from repairing his motorbike and frowned. "Go away, Lisa," he muttered. "Jack--" "Go away, kid!" Desperately she confronted him. "Jack, I didn't do anything!" "No, just screwed me but good. You know, maybe that's what I should've done with you, the way you fainted out on my bed like that, like some bimbo in heat." "But I didn't, Jack--! I mean, I don't remember!" "Can't? Mom coming up from hearing you moaning out like that and catching me half-dressed me trying to bring you to! The least you could've done was freakin' defend me telling her why you were there, not screwing me with that 'I dunno' bullshit with your panties practically dripping over my blanket!" "Jack, you've got to believe me, I didn't know! Please!!" Jack glowered at her pleading face and smirked. "At first it was cute seeing you tagging after me, but it's over, Lolita! You're just a kid, so play around with kids, alright?" "Wait, Jack, please! Just listen to this. It'll explain everything! Please?" Jack grunted and Lisa hurriedly turned her recorder on and heard her hurried voice recite. "When you were in fifth grade you stole Penny Hanson's notebook." Jack frowned. "What?" "And you called your grandpa a shriveled up old shrimp bastard." Jack frowned, "This some kind of joke??" "Jack, please listen! I--I'm not going to--to be able to--to think like this much longer. Listen to me explain it to you!" Lisa pleaded, listening with him to her now alien recital. Five minutes later she clicked it off and Jack stared at her. "You expect me to believe that shit? That you're really my best guy pal in another dimension??" Lisa shook her head, struggling to grab greasy thoughts. "Di-- what?" "Another world. Look, Lisa, what you're saying's wild...all that embarrassing shit about you--er, and all that other stuff, but how'd you learn that shit about me?" She looked down at her knees, "I--I dunno..." Jack frowned at her angelically sincere face and stood. "Saying you can't talk straight like a guy now because of this spell, huh?" "Huh-huh." "It even makes you think like a girl too, huh?" "Er, yes--I think..." "You think? You almost sound like you're fighting it." "Huh--huh..." Jack mused and warily looked around. "Lisa, I'm not buying all of this, but you been prissy and normal all this time before acting weird all a sudden like this, so maybe there's something to it." "Jack, please help me!" Jack eyed her pleading face and sighed. "Okay, but turn around. I don't want you to start dripping over the driveway gawking at me." Sheepishly, Lisa faced the street. "I--I can't help it, Jack. I--I got a--a crush on you." "Naw, that's no crush. A kid like you shouldn't be getting that turned on by a guy doing nothing at all...but guys my age do get turned on checking out chicks. So maybe there's something true about you're saying. Like that shit about me and Ollie Tyler. Why'd you mention that?" She shrugged. "I dunno. Who's Ollie Tyler, Jack?" "He was in third grade. I kinda liked him a lot, even though I pretended I didn't. She--He was so pretty! Bright blonde hair and all. The boys teased him a lot and sometimes I had to fight for him. I don't like weak kids getting picked on. Bullies oughta pick on kids their own size." Fondness shimmered in her eyes. "You did a brave thing, Jack!" Jack chuckled, flattered. "Yeah, I guess..." He paused at looked at Lisa then shook his head. "Naw..." "What, Jack?" "It's crazy. That's not what this other Jack's telling me, is it?" "What?" Jack stooped before Lisa and noticed the flush warm blush in her pretty face. "Lisa, how much are you still Erik inside?" "A lot, I guess. Mean, he's kinda like a dream, know? I--I'm not really any boy, Jack." "That's the spell trying to take over. Erik fight it." "I--I--I'm trying, Jack," she whined. "It's--it's like pushin' 'gainst a wave!..." "Okay, Erik, I wanna try something. You go home--" "Can't I watch you fix the bike?" "No, Erik, because you'll pop away again before I'm through. Look, Erik, I'll phone you--no, you call we when your mom's not watching and I'll explain." "Oh--Oh, okay, " she sulkily said, leaving. Five minutes later she was in her bedroom on mom's cellular phone. "Hi, Jack?" "Lisa, call me back in an hour. In the meantime take a cold shower and --er, don't play with yourself, understand?" She obeyed then promptly called. "Lisa, you settled down now?" "Huh, yea. Kinda." "You feel more like Erik now, right?" "Kinda." "Good. I'm gonna call you that for a while." "Okay." "Good, now Erik, I'm gonna ask you a tough question and try not to get it mixed up with how Lisa feels, alright?" "All--All right." Jack paused. "Erik...how do you feel about Jack?" "You're my best friend." "No, the other Jack, the one Erik knows." "Huh, he's my best friend too." "I mean, how do you really feel about him really deep, Erik?" Lisa hesitated. "Wh--What do you mean?" "I mean, do you sometimes wish you were a girl and Jack was your boyfriend?" Lisa blushed. "Huh...kinda...sorta. I guess." "Com'on, Erik, be honest! I'm trying to help you out! You gotta be frank if you want me to help you!" Lisa's lip fluttered in inner conflict. "I--I--like Jack a lot, Jack, but--he's my--my best pal. I--he can't be more than that, he mustn't ...why are you asking this, Jack? It hurts!" "Ollie Tyler had a crush on me. I didn't mind because he was pretty and we were just kids so it was nothing really serious until I started learning what sissy was.... The other Jack wouldn't have bothered telling you about that unless he was telling me something else." "What, Jack?" "That maybe...maybe Erik has a secret crush on his Jack." Lisa blinked aback and scoffed like a boy. "What??" "I don't mean Erik's gay or anything, but maybe there's--well, a feminine side of him that wonders what it'd be like--well, being a girl friend instead of best buddies. Be honest, Erik." Lisa mused. "I...I suppose...a little." "Yea, that makes sense. See, in Erik's world he's masculine enough to drown out any sissy feelings for another guy; the most that shows comes out like deep friendship. That how it is with most guys who are best buddies. But here--in my world, Erik isn't a guy and even though his spirit is, your girls bod painting it pink, Lisa. It's letting Erik know his whole feelings now without the homo hangups guys are supposed to have. It's kinda like what I just read on the net about why there's way more transgender guys than transgender women." "Tra--Tra--what?" Jack chuckled. "Skip it. Maybe that's why I feel close to you, Lisa. Erik's chemistry still works on me even though I never knew him, and The other way around. So we must be really close buddies, eh, Erik?" "I guess...can I come over now?" "Not yet, Lisa. There's something else the other Jack told you I gotta check out. Take a breather and shower and call back, okay?" "Okay!" Lisa took another cold shower then called back. "Okay Lisa, meet me in my garage, and don't let your mom know." "Okay!" Lisa slipped out and was in Erik's garage in no time. Jack grinned at the anxious fondness in her coy features. "Close your eyes, Lisa." "Why?" "It's a surprise. Do it." She did then felt something filmy and lacy drape her head and shoulders then opened her eyes and saw that a white veil reaching to her ankles. She gasped with a giddy thrill as Jack held up her hand and slipped a copper ring up her finger. "This means we're ever going to be friends, Lisa. Say I do." Her eyes were green novas of delight. "I do! O I do! I do! I do!!" she hopped, jumping to throw her arms around his neck before he gently lowered her. "Easy, easy, Lisa! If we get caught I'm going to jail for messing around with a kid. You ought know that!" Her face prettily drooped. "Sorry." "That's alright. See, I can't treat you like Erik deep inside would like his Jack to or like you'd want, Lisa, because you're just too young, but we could promise another that when you turn sixteen that I'll make you my real girlfriend, okay?" He leaned down and very lightly and briefly pecked her soft lips, and in a fit of bubbly glee she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pelted his face with kisses before suddenly clinging fast against him and shuddering with a soft moan-cry briefly lolling her head back with in a swooning daze before Jack gently lowered her to sit on a crate and waited for her daze to clear and return to the world. "Lisa?" he asked and she sheepishly but devotedly nodded. "Are you still Erik too?" "Yes..." she replied softly as a shy before blinking, astonished and elated. "I'm still here!!" "So I was right." "What do you mean, Jack?" "See Lisa, your crush's really Erik's deep unconscious feelings for Jack let loose in a female body, but even though you're turning into a girl in your mind Erik's guy ego was still very strong and very embarrassed at feeling so for a guy. Not strong enough break the spell, but it could when it got help riding your kiddie orgasms over me. Understand?" Lisa blushed hotly and Jack grinned. "Yea, you're still Erik enough to understand--but you don't feel embarrassed anymore, do you?" Lisa mulled and brightly nodded. "No, Jack! I don't feel funny about thinking about you at all!" "That's because I know Erik's truth now, so you've nothing to be ashamed of feeling anymore. No reason to leave here again. No need to bug the Erik getting along with his life in the other world like you've been bugging me, right?" Lisa tittered admiringly and touched her veil. "But what about this, Jack? Why?" "Well, since most little girls love pretending they're married, I figured that's also probably the max of Erik's wildest unconscious dreams with Jack, so if I let you feel hitched to me it'd break the suspense of your crush to feel more like a normal kid does, right?" Lisa coyly shrugged. "I--I still like you...a lot, Jack." "Well, we used to be best buddies--in the other world, so I figure that feeling's not going away," he said, soberly but obligingly adding; "Lisa ...if you still feel even the littlest bit that Erik's being forced to be you to stay here, we can still get the urn and get things fixed better if you want." Lisa shook her head and fondly gazed him. "No, Jack. Erik--I mean I never felt anything gay or stuff about Jack when I was a boy, 'cept I'd these queer funny dreams about us once or twice, you know?" "Just Erik's subconscious feelings leaking out. Like I said, most normal guys have wild gay dreams about their friends once or twice." "Oh. Anyway, this is the way I always dreamed about being with you, Jack...well, a lot older maybe. Mean, I can't marry you like this! Shoot!" "Naw, that doesn't matter." She brightened. "It doesn't??" and she jumped up, twining her slim legs around his waist and kissing his face and Jack hastily pulled her off. "Jeeze, Lisa! That's all our moms' have to catch you doing! I meant that since you got Erik's mind--kinda, we can go on being buddies, like instant best friends. That oughta be real interesting--but no more touching or kissy stuff till you're least eighteen or I'll land in jail, okay?" "But I'm almost seventeen already! Kinda." "I'm afraid the cops don't count how old your Erik side is, Lisa." She prettily pouted. "But that's--huh, six--huh, nine more years!!" "We can wait." With a heavy sigh Lisa wistfully gazed him. "Oh, I just can't wait till our first date, Jack! It oughta be so great with all the stud stuff we know! And I wanna see how awesome a guy is compared to fucking chicks, don't you??" Taken aback by her men's locker room candor, Jack chuckled. "You know, between your guy-hots to find out and Erik's deep feelings and that overripe little girl crush, you're gonna be one dangerous 'friend'!" he chaffed, amused and awed by a lovely child possessing such carnal experience and anticipation. With some trepidation he sensed he'd have to be on his guard as Lisa became aware of her femininity and flexed her latent female wiles on him like an impatient tiny temptress. It didn't help she was a precociously beautiful nymphette and envisioning her even as a subteen took his breath away. He wondered what a luscious lovely teen Lisa would make then wildly pondered what it'd be like 'doing' whose blossomed bod containing the soul of a teenage jock whose now unreined full affections, reckless sexual whims and appetites rivaled his own. It might be even better than having a chick with a normal girl's mind because most guys don't have hangups doing super-kinky and rough shit, Jack though, eying her coy smile with uneasy titillation; Good thing I don't know her as a guy to spoil anything! As though reading his thoughs, Lisa coyly struck a saucy pose as cute as was suggestive, and for a few moments Jack could imagine her being more of a tantilizing midget than a teasing child. Uh, gee.... Maybe she's right too 'bout waiting off; I mean, her mind's already seventeen and she--Erik's probably had sex God how many times already with high school bimbettes and cheerleaders too. It wouldn't be like doing some dumb innocent kid and that'd be a neat kinky change too-- Damn!!! Jack wrung his head; Humping a lil' kid?? What the hell am I thinking?? Jezus; she's fucking piqued way more than my curiosity like crazy! "Well, I don't think we'll be camping out anytime soon, kid!" he chuckled aloud, imagining Lisa slyly crawling inside his sleeping bag. Imagining his greased resistance letting her... "Er, well...maybe if we get the urn we can use it to make you way older or something, but in the meantime we can't be hanging around another like this anymore. It just doesn't look good for a dainty little girl to be seen hanging around a high school jock, you know?" "I'll fix that!" she eagerly chirped, jumper flouncing away and shortly swaggering back in jeans and scruffy Reeboks and a sweatshirt, her long tresses tucked back under the collar at her nape. "Tra-la!!" Jack chuckled. "Yea, you're one convincing dude alright!" "Why not? I'm half a guy and nobody minds tomboys hanging around guys, right? We can be buddies again like the other Erik and Jack are and secret lovers the same time!" "Well, hold off the last part for now, squirt, but you got a point. It'd be neat having a part-time kid brother hanging around who already knows the scene. I just hope your mom doesn't mind your new butchy attitude, Lisa." "Mom!!" Lisa tartly sniffed, glaring toward the street. "She caused all this, Jack! Making spells and all! I wanna get back at her so bad! My other me's happy with daddy so I'm not sad 'bout missing him anymore, but mommy's gotta pay for what she did to daddy and me--I mean, Erik! She's gotta pay!" "Don't worry. We've all the time in the world to figure that one out; just play it coy and cool, alright, Lisa?" "Call me 'Lee' now, Jack! That's a real macho name--least till I turn eighteen!..." FIN