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Jeanni Lamphear Will Make Your Wishes Come True 2:
The Start of One Long Night
By Ron Dow75 ([email protected])
"Don't I have enough trouble bailing the Colgates out of their
messes?!" the man said, pushing the teenage boy through the front
door. He looked like a natural politician, with a white forelock
in his dark hair; though, at the moment, he wore a burgundy
pajama shirt with his business suit pants and coat.
"There was no bail," mumbled his rather average looking son with
red hair. He had on khaki shorts and his dad's oversized outer
coat.
"Not this time. And not the time before that, and the time before
that, and... Oh, forget it! That Colgate kid and his loser
friends don't have to invent the trouble they do, it--"
"Hello, Mr. Smith."
"Ben!!" the man reacted in shock.
"And his loser friends," the man's twelve-year-old daughter
smiled. The copper haired girl had on a nightgown, a robe and a
jacket.
---
"Did you see the look on his face?" the rather large Ben with the
Napoleon hair grinned, as he lead the way down to the basement
rec room. "Pop pays his bills." He was guiding the trance-walking
boy in front of him.
"Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear..." Willy,
the short and chubby boy with the bowl haircut in the loose
clothes, kept saying.
"Dad's right!" the red headed John said angrily, "You are a
buncha losers! I don't want to have anything more to do with you
creeps!" He was without the coat now, and in a light summer
sports shirt.
"What'd we do?!" the skinny boy with the unruly hair and the
plainest of clothes, Ernest asked. He was in the rear.
"We came to tell you the greatest news in the world!!" informed
the good-looking and well-styled gray-blond Stan told him,
stopping, and turning to look at John.
"Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear..."
"He's sore 'cause another girl shot him down again!" Ben said.
"But just see what he does when he hears that--"
"I don't want to hear! Not ever!!" John told them.
"It was Her!! There: In my house! In my room! In my--"
"Forget it!! It's not going to happen ever again!! It was a freak
of nature! Freak shows over!!"
"Don't say that, Crue Member!! We wished her up!! That's right:
It worked!! The freaking spell actually worked!! We can have
Jeanni Lam--" ("Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear...")
"Aaaa!!! Don't you EVER say that!!!" John attacked the larger
boy, leaping for Ben at the bottom of the stairs, and taking the
Stan in his way. They all landed on the floor.
"What's your problem, man!!?" Ben said, using Stan as a shield,
as John tried to throw his fists around the other to get to the
ringleader. "I would think you of all people--"
("Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni Lamphear...")
Ernest said to his friend, "After all, can your mom be far
behind--"
"MOM!!!" John screamed suddenly gaining the strength to wrest
Stan from Ben and throw him up the stairs at Ernest. John was in
a clear panic!!
"Mom's the last, the very worst person to know!!!"
"What?!!" Ben said, backing up against the corner at the bottom
of the stairway. "You're sounding like your old man!!"
"Yeah!" Ernest said, one foot up on the rail, the other the wall,
letting Stan's limp body slide down the stairs. "Just because
your dad hates Jeanni Lam--" ("Jeanni Lamphear... Jeanni
Lamphear...")
"Get out!! I'm on Dad's side now: I never want to hear that name
again!!"
"Fine!" Ben said, having been able to raise himself up by
pressing up against the wall while pulling on the doorknob to the
utility room. "If you don't want to have any part of her, then--"
"I want a part of --(Awwk!)" Before Willy could finish it, John
had grabbed the smaller boy, and hustled him to the open glass
door that lead to the backyard.
"This is all you perverts' fault!!" he screamed; drop kicking
Willy out the door.
"But you're one of us!" Ernest pleaded, dreading the thought he'd
be left alone among these morons.
"Yeah!" Ben said. "You're the one who got us interested in. I
mean: Her."
"You know all there is to know about Her," Ernest said.
"You got us all that stuff! Free, practically!"
"You even told us how she likes to sleep in the--"
"My dad may have to play along. But I don't! Not any more!!"
"Come on," Ben told Ernest. "Here I thought this was the greatest
day of our lives, now..."
His exit scene was spoiled when Ernest refused to move.
Ben looked over his shoulder: "You, too?!"
Ernest pointed at Stan.
Ben sighed. "A leader shouldn't have to do things like this."
---
John closed the glass door. "That was close!" he said, turning to
go back up the stairs.
"What's this about Jeanni Lamphear?" his little sister grinned.
She was standing between them and him. She no longer wore the
jacket.
"Nothing I'd want you to know!" John said sourly, moving to go
around her.
"You're not interested in 'the most greatest Babilicious girl
mom's ever going to introduce us to'?"
"That's right! If it wasn't for Her, we'd still be living in
California, not this dot on a map," he said, passing by her.
"What a change!" Polly said, slyly looking at him as he did. "You
said that was dad's problem. You'd dress in dresses to be near a
girl like Jeanni."
John was stopped by a horror that ran throughout his now rigid
body.
But Polly saw none of that; she was slowly taking big swinging
steps away as she artfully teased her big brother, "And you'd get
to be near mom."
"I don't want to see mom," he said through clenched teeth.
"I do! I wish Jeanni Lamphear was here."
The woman in John's clothes struggled to keep from screaming.
"It's tough being the only girl--" Polly's turn became a struggle
to keep from falling back onto her butt: "Jeanni Lamphear??!!"
"Think! Think!" the beautiful eighteen-year-old "Golden Girl of
Entertainment" said, her hands up in her long bronze hair.
'She' turned (staggering), "Hello, little girl. Is your mother
here? No? Well, I got to be leaving! Tell her I was here! Don't
tell your dad!"
"Dad!!"
"I told you not to tell him!!"
"Then you'll stay?"
"You dirty little blackmailer."
"Come and sit down!" the girl said rushing over to the woman.
"But Dad! If he finds out I'm--"
"Stay just for a little while," the young teenager said, pulling
the woman by her arm towards the couch (and ignoring the fact she
may be on something, the way she had trouble coordinating her
movements). "It's not everyday a girl gets to talk with a big
star like you, Ms. Lamphear! And while we're talking, maybe mom
will show up!"
"I don't think she will, little girl," the 'woman' said, letting
herself be dragged along.
"Oh?" the girl sounded a little disappointed.
"I, uh, ran away again. I, uh, needed uh place to hide, and
uh...."
"--This is the perfect place to hide, Ms. Lamphear!" Polly said,
pushing the older girl onto the couch. (There was popcorn and
chips and, and even a pop can on the couch, not to mention all
around it; and--John groaned inside--the big screen TV was on the
floor behind the entertainment center.) "No-body knows about this
place! How's my mom?!"
"How should I know?" John said a little more harshly than he
should have. "Like I said, I needed a place to hide. I remembered
your mom telling me about you guys. End of story."
"That's okay: As long as you're around, mom has to show up!"
"I'm not staying around!" John said, rising up off the couch (a
woman's center of gravity was different from where he would have
thought it would be).
Polly pushed the woman back down, "There's an emergency number I
can always get her with!"
"Fine! You call her. I'm outta here!" John said, rising up again.
"And where are you going to go?!" she said, pushing Jeanni
Lamphear back down.
"I'm going to go...." John stopped in mid-up.
'She' plopped back down onto the seat. "I'm stuck."
"Good! I won't call mom. Or nobody else. You can hide here."
"And..." he said, waiting for the catch.
"Just be my big sister!" the twelve-year-old smiled.
"Oh, no!" John cried, up again. "That's out!"
"Come on! You're a star: You know all about makeup, and clothes,
and how to walk and talk, and... Boys!"
"I don't know anything about any of that, and more! Besides:
Jeanni Lamphear has consultants and professionals for all of
that! She was a tomboy until 'Daughter of Scream Queen!' and what
I know about boys, you don't want to know!"
John looked at the stubborn and crushed face of his little
sister.
"Maybe I could," he smiled wickedly to himself. (If she went and
did the things I tell her to... Nahh! She'd figure out I was
making fun of her.)
"Listen, Polly--Little girl! My life isn't like those stars who
can show up for work three days a month, and get messed up the
rest of the time. Jeanni Lamphear has a tight schedule; a tour,
appointments, consultants, sessions, rehearsals, and all of that!
I hear she even still has to have tutors 'cause she didn't finish
her high school credits! When Jeanni Lamphear runs away, it's to
have fun!"
"Doing girl things is fun." Polly moped.
"Not to me! Jeanni Lamphear's life is all girl stuff! And I don't
want to have any of that!"
"Celebrity gossip?"
"Trade talk."
"Gee. You're no fun. I might as well have my bro--"
"Okay!! What do you want me to do with you?!!"
---
"'When I'm with you--ooo--ooo, I, am, not, the same!'" John felt
incredibly stupid lip-syncing to the CD while trying to remember
how Jeanni moved in the video. (And he jiggled in places he'd
never jiggled before in his life!)
"No! No!" Polly said, "You've got to move your hips more!" And
she demonstrated.
"Well, excuse me! I'll get my choreographer to set up more
rehearsals!" (Besides his natural teen awkwardness, he was
finding out, there was just the chore of having to get use to
this body he didn't want to get used to!)
"And then..." Polly wrapped her arms around her waist, "You sell
it with a big kiss."
"No kisses! Just the thought of doing that with these thick lips
grosses me out. I bet they put something in them."
"Show business has really burned you out, hasn't it?" Polly said,
putting her hands on her hardly-here hips.
"Uh... Okay: That's my excuse. Look, all this moving around has
made me have to-uh, go, you know." John was not using this as an
excuse.
"There's one right there," Polly said, pointing to the door near
the stairs.
"I'd rather not have to. I, geez! What am I going to--I know:
I'll use the one upstairs."
"My dad 'll see you, Ms. Lamphear!" Polly reminded her.
"If I'm lucky, he won't," John said, hurrying towards the stairs
as quickly as his new body allowed. Another thing different, he
thought.
"When you get back, If you get back, we can talk about your
wardrobe: Mom says it's the most ridiculous collection of over-
the-hill teenie-kitsch she'd ever had to see!" a thought that
Polly relished.
"I like the way she looks! Oops! Forgot for a moment," John said,
pausing at the point in the stairs where the bathroom-and-closet
outer wall would block the view up. "Well, I definitely don't
want to have to care what Jeanni Lamphear wears.
"Listen, uh, Polly; you have a brother, don't you?"
"Yeah!" she wrinkled her nose. "You wouldn't like him."
"What's he like?"
"Oh," Polly said walking away, not interested in the subject,
"he's one of the stupid, ugly boys."
"Lucky!" her brother said, happy to make his escape up the
stairs.
---
There was a full-length mirror on the bathroom door; but John was
looking in the medicine cabinet mirror. "I don't see any
difference. But if it's between being stupid and ugly, and--"
"John?"
"Yeah, Dad: I know. I'm not going to have anything more to do
with them and their crazy, sick, twisted, perverted..."
"I'm glad you feel that way, son. But I want you to hang out with
them."
"WHAT?!!" the bathroom door was swung open so hard it banged
against the wall.
"Hey! Who's the Man!" Dad gave his son a one-two cross jab.
"That's unbelievably Not, Funny!" a very pale John told him.
"Come here, boy!" Dad said, hooking his arm around John's neck,
and giving him his best good-natured noogy.
"Dad! Stop!! I'm not a little kid more!" John said, getting out
of the grip. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop man-handling me
like that!"
"Don't go sounding like your mother and sister! Ease up: We're
guys! It's male- bonding."
John tried to be as dignified as he could at the moment. "There's
only one male-bonding I'm interested in."
"Got a new friend?" Jack Smith smiled. "And the other guys don't
like it? Is that why you want to dump them?"
"Not a friend," he mumbled.
"A girl!" Dad's smile broadened, his eyes twinkling. "She doesn't
like them: I can understand that."
But then his face almost fell, as he remembered why he'd wanted
to talk with his son. "Then what I'm going to ask you may be
called a sacrifice. And, as I remember, when I was your age,
nothing much but girls and sports mattered.
"Except maybe money: How'd you like a big increase in your
allowance? You could go on a lot of dates with it. When, that is,
you're not doing the job I want you to do."
"I should say "no" right now, and get it over with."
"Son! I need somebody keeping an eye on the Colgates! They never
give a straight story! --You should see the notebooks I have to
keep on them! Pages after pages of their alibis and excuses,
reasons, and, well; look in a thesaurus."
"Would you make your daughter stay around them?"
"Polly?! Of course not!!"
John walked away. "I hope you never know what I mean by that."
Jack Smith looked at his son go to his room. "Is he saying
they're up to something with Polly?! (Groan!) I have to get out
of that contract!"
---
"What are you doing with a chair up against your doorknob?" Polly
asked, her arms over his windowsill.
"What are you doing in my window?" He frowned, buttoning up his
pajama shirt.
"I thought you liked to sleep in your underwear in hot weather
like this."
"I'm not going to be sleeping in anybody's underwear again. And
I'm not going to be sleeping in the nude."
Polly grinned, "You did see her! Your chicken over what she'll
think of your body!"
"It's not my body I'm worried about."
"So where is she? I can't find her all over the place!"
"Gone! For good, I hope!"
"Don't say that! If wishing can make it so, then--"
"Grow up!! Wishes are for little kids!" he ran to the window,
ready to push her off of the trim that went around the house.
"You grow up!!" she yelled, jumping down.
She was running down the steps by the side of the house, when she
stopped. "What in the world?! My brother sounds like a girl when
he screams!"
---
"Young Lady! Do you know it's past curfew?!" the beige-haired,
matronly woman dressed for bed said.
"I'm 18. The driver's license says so; if I had it," said the
attractive woman in a Rockies windbreaker and (what looked like
boy's) pajamas and slippers.
"It's still not safe for a woman to be out late at night."
"Then may I come in, Mrs. Hopkis? I have to see Dyan!"
"She's in bed, like any proper young lady."
"It's an emergency, she'll... Not understand. But it's
important!! I have to see her!! She's the only one I can trust!"
The mother eyed the adult woman up and down. "And who do I tell
her is calling?"
"Jeanni-- Aw, shoot! She's not going to know me by that name. I
can't tell you, Mrs. Hopkis. That's my problem. I have to keep
where I am, what I am a secret. But tell her, uh, she has a
cassette tape of us together. When we were together tonight!"
"This sounds all very espionage-like." The woman smiled. "Did
Dyan ever tell you I was a spy?"
---
He was led near to where the dining room met the hall to the
bedrooms ("Dyan!! You have company!!"). The mother then headed
for the kitchen, "You two feel free to talk! I'll be in the
garage!"
"Garage??" John wondered, as the blonde came out.
"Talk about crossing over the line!! You don't waste any time, do
you?!" the blonde teen said, holding her purple bathrobe tightly
closed.
"Please!! I'll bow down and ask your forgiveness later. Right
now, I have to go--REal bad!"
"So go! The bathroom's--"
"I can't go like this!! You said you wished I was a boy, before!"
"I was stupid. If you're this bad as a girl, I'd hate to see you
as a boy."
"It's not working! You said you didn't want to see me as a boy!
You have to say you want me to be a boy!"
"I just said--"
"Please!!" the woman looked up from her stooped over position
with big, pained eyes.
Dyan sighed, "Okay. If me saying 'I want you to be a boy' will
make you happy; you're a boy."
"Thank You, Dyan!! It shouldn't have worked, but it did! Thank
you!! The bathrooms over here?" he said, pointing as if he
already knew.
---
"I never thought I'd be so glad to have a prostate," said the
woman who now looked like a boy (as far as Dyan was concerned),
coming out of the bathroom.
"You've used my bathroom: Now will you go home. I would like to
get to sleep," she said to the so-called boy, coldly.
"Not until you see this...!" he said, opening his pajama shirt.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! How could I let myself be fooled by you
again!" she said, turning away from his bare chest.
"Aw, come on! It's just a chest!"
"I've seen 'chests' before," she still kept her head turned.
"Boy chests?!"
"At the beach, in magazines, on TV..."
"Just take a look!!" he said, going around to stand (Ta-DA!) in
front of her face.
She, pointedly, pointed her face away. "It must have really
pained you to have had to hold back on your exhibitionism."
"That's enough of that," a hand came down on John's shoulder.
"Mrs. Hopkis!!" John said in a fright. What a stupid, stupid way
to be found out!
"My, you do have a nice chest," she said, placing her other hand
on the practically hairless, practically defined pecs.
"Mother!!"
"So, what do you think you are? A boy or a girl?" the woman said,
only absent-mindedly taking her hand off of the bare skin.
"I'm a guy! I'm really a guy!" he said, quickly closing his
pajama shirt.
"Okay. I'll put that in my file."
"Mother, don't you dare!! Don't you have enough files on the
people you meet!?"
Mother ignored her daughter, "So that means you're a girl."
"What??! I just said I wasn't a girl!!"
"But don't transvestites think they're really what they're not??"
"How should I know!!"
"Come on, John! Let's get you out of here, while you..." Dyan
took the whatever's arm.
Mother's hands were on the other arm, and back, and now guided
the other teen away from her daughter, "That's a very good
disguise you have there. And my daughter is helping you with it,
am I correct?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess you could say that," John said, confused.
"I have some miniature two-way radios! Feel free to use them. And
if Dyan won't help, I would more than gladly would like to..."
"Don't you dare, John!" Dyan cried, forcibly pulling John from
her mother's grasp.
"You can trust me! I Love having secrets!!" the woman called out
after them.
"What was that all about??!" John said, looking over his shoulder
to make sure the weird mother wasn't following.
"Be careful of anything she gives you; it may be bugged!" Dyan
said through gritted teeth.
"Why?!! Is she that big of a snoop?!!"
"Six years ago, Mom was on one of her trips as an insurance
adjuster and a government man, or at least that's what he said he
was, said he needed to have this briefcase delivered to some
place in Washington. He showed her it had papers marked 'Most Top
Secret'.
"Ever since then she's acted like she was a Mrs. Pollifax!" Dyan
said exasperated.
"Who??"
"She also has every episode of "Scarecrow and Mrs. King"," she
said, opening the front door.
"What??"
"Never mind!" She said, pushing him out. "Don't ever show up at
my house in the middle of the night again!" And she slammed the
door in his face.
John stood there in a daze for a moment, before turning to leave.
He turned back around to the duplex, and opened his shirt, "You
still didn't see my naked chest!!"
---
Jack Smith whacked his son on the back of the head as he pushed
him through their front door again. "Public disturbance and
indecent exposure this time!?"
"I wasn't indecent," John mumbled again. "Just cold."
"What is with you!? Two incidents in one night? I have a good
mind to ground you until you're 18!"
"Dad! Don't say that!"
"I think I will ground you. Unless, you can give me a good reason
why I shouldn't?"
"Oh, no!! I'd rather be grounded than 18! You're not going to
make me go near those lousy perverts!"
"What if I get the chief of police to personally ask for your
cooperation?"
"Nope! The Colgates are just your guys' problem, now. If tonight
is any sign, I'll be having plenty of problems of my own from now
on. I don't need them quadrupling to them!"
"My car!"
"Too young to drive alone!"
"A driver's license!"
"Fake ID?" That stopped him. The beginning of a plan was forming;
he just had no idea, yet, how he was going to pull it off.
"Fake ID! 18! Legal age! But not 21! No drinking!" Mr. Smith said
in his best negotiating voice.
"I'll think about it. What is She doing out here?!" John said,
seeing, now, that Polly was curled up in one of the easy chairs
in the living room.
"Honey. Honey! Wake up and go to bed!"
"Whaa..." she said, opening bleary eyes. "Did you find Ms.
Lamphear?"
"Lamphear!? Not Jeanni Lamphear!?!" Dad nearly roared.
"Uh, huh!" she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Polly, you weren't supposed to tell Dad!!"
"She broke her promise, and I can't find her anywhere! You saw
her! Where'd she go off to?!"
"Yes, 'son' where did she go off to?" Dad asked in his best-
feared dad-voice.
"I don't know where she disappears to! I don't know where she
comes from! I just know I want her out of my life!!"
"John!!" Dad barked.
John looked at his father; ready to accept his medicine.
"Son!" Dad smiled, embracing him. "Spoken like a true man! I'm
proud of you!" ("Oh, brother!" Polly said, rolling her eyes.)
He patted John on the back, "Here I thought your mother and a
pretty face had gotten to you; that you were more them, than us!"
He held the young man at arms length so her could get the first
good look at his son he'd given in a long time. He smiled at what
he saw. "I apologize about having to have you associate with
those low-lifes. Maybe, then, I would have seen sooner how fine a
young man you were growing into."
"No, Dad. I want to associate with those low-lifes."
"Don't even joke about that!"
"For a fake ID, I'll risk it!"
"Forget it, son! I'm a lawyer! Let Colgate sue! We'll move again!
Go some place where a father and his son can live like real men,
not mice."
"Dad, you forget: Mom's already suing you! That, and the divorce,
and the unpaid taxes, and..."
"Mom! I called her!"
"You WHAT?!!" both of the men in Polly's family yelled at her.
"I called to tell her where Lamphear was!"
"You called her to tattle!" John said, suddenly afraid, very
afraid, again.
"Lamphear shouldn't have run out on me!!"
"That's tattling!" Dad said. "Now Calamity Jane and the rest of
the horde will descend on us like the plague of the locusts they
are!"
"Mom said she was coming alone," Polly defended her action. "She
said if she can get the Lamphear prima donna back by herself, the
company would give her the account!"
"Lots of luck with--" John stopped. "'Back'?!" a horror descended
on him.
"Uh, Huh! Jeanni Lamphear disappeared right in the middle of a
concert in front of 10,000 people!"
John looked down at his body, "I'm a kidnapper! Worse than a
kidnapper!! A slave-owner!!"
He put his hands on his head, and screamed, "A Love-Slave!!!"
The End
Wynona
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