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Here is the long-awaited third part of the story. Hope it was worth the wait. Reminder of characters ----------------------- Michelle: The new woman who used to be Michael. She's basically on the run for her life. Tina: Her life was saved by Michael. She's basically in love with Michael/Michelle. Sarah: Tina's mother, whose life was also saved by Michelle. Andrew: Tina's brother, who life was also saved by Michelle. Mary: A friend of Tina's family. She's clearly high up in the witch community and generally on Michelle's side, but her loyalties are very stretched. Richard: A member of the witch community, but also in the LAPD as a detective. Hank: Introduced in part two. A person of equal standing to Mary within the witch community, but with vastly differing views of how Michelle should be treated. Synopsis of previous parts. =========================== Part One: A few years back, Michael gained telekinetic powers from a car accident, which killed his wife. Over the following years he kept these powers secret from everyone around him as he practiced and refined them. Some years later Michael uses his powers to save the life of a family. Unknown to him, the family is part of a group of witches. The daughter, Tina took a particular shine to Michael and she wants to thank him personally. The witches are completely unaware of Michael's telekinetic abilities. When Michael takes a short trip to San Diego to visit Tina and the family, Tina decides to transform herself into Michael's sexual fantasy. Unfortunately, things don't go according to plan. Instead of Tina being transformed, Michael is transformed into his own sexual fantasy (a blonde bombshell with a very blatant body). He runs off in shock. There then follows a race against the clock to transform Michael back before the change becomes permanent. During this time, Michael experiences some of the highs (an orgasm) and lows (an attempted rape) of what it is like to be a woman. Eventually the witches do catch up with Michael, but literally seconds before he is due to be turned back, the spell becomes permanent. The story ends with Michael being injected with some tranquilizer and falling asleep. Part Two: There is a one-day break while Michael is unconscious as he's transported to Massachusetts. He wakes up in a mansion, clearly being held prisoner. There is a meeting of the highest members of the witch community and it is discovered that Michelle's life is in danger. Mary is pushing for her to be spared, while Hank is pushing the other way. Michelle discovers that her life may be in danger, so she uses her telekinetic powers to escape. They have no idea about Michelle's telekinetic powers. She co-incidentally meets up with Tina and they run away together. Tina explains why Michelle's life is in jeopardy. There are numerous groups of witches (calling themselves the Kithra) and their powers are very delicately balanced. Michelle reveals her powers to Tina. They agree to head to Las Vegas to retrieve some of Michelle's money. Mary manages to get a lead on their position and sends a team to recapture them. Michelle gets away, but Tina is captured by Hank. Hank releases Tina in the hope that she will lead him to Michelle, but tells no-one of his plans. PS. I've 'borrowed' Tigger's use of timescale pointers (T + 3 days etc.) from one of his stories. Without such pointers, even I was losing track of time. Dream Girl ========== Part Three By Phil Stevens T + 3 days Chapter Eighteen ================ Michelle carried on driving for most of the morning. She was in a state of shocked trance as her mind was on autopilot. Several times, she nearly caused an accident as she failed to notice that she was closing in on a slower car. Her mission was simple. Get to Las Vegas; retrieve her money, then return and free Tina. The highway seemed unending. Michelle couldn't afford to go too fast because the car was effectively stolen. She remained at a constant fifty miles per hour, all the time wary of any vehicles that might be following close behind her. At that rate, it would take her days to reach Las Vegas, then days to get back, but she had no other option. The hours continued to roll past, until she saw a sign, which caught her attention vividly. It was a huge advertising sign by the highway. It's wording caught Michelle's interest immediately against the setting sun. "Gambler's Galore Deal. Fly to Las Vegas. $79.00 return." Her mind started to race. Instead of spending three days traveling there, and another three traveling back, she could fly there. She would be there in a matter of hours instead of days. For the next few minutes, she thought about it. Flying there had its disadvantages. For one thing, it would mean abandoning her car. She would have to find some transport at the other end. Michelle saw the exit approaching. At the last minute, she decided to take it, swinging across several lanes and cutting across another driver. Michelle drove into the town and headed for the airport. She pulled into the parking lot and gathered all her things together including Tina's purse, which contained her money and Tina's driver's license. As she was about to get out of the car, she looked down at herself and realized that she was going to have to make some adjustments to her plan. She was still wearing the striking red dress that had been forced upon her by Sarah. Michelle was already a drop dead gorgeous babe, but if she started walking through an airport in that dress, she wouldn't last five minutes. She scanned the area and spotted a group of stores just beside the airport. She started her car and moved it closer, parking right beside the store entrance. Michelle got out and dashed to the nearest clothes store, feeling a sense of relief as she passed inside. A young woman walked up and asked if she could help. "Oh, yeah. All my luggage got lost and I need some ordinary clothes. I can't go walking around like this." "I'll say," the woman said, "You'll have every damn stud from here to Kentucky hitting on you. What are you after?" "Just some pants and a T-Shirt for now," Michelle replied. "Sure, come this way." Half an hour later, Michelle walked out of the store, feeling much more comfortable and at ease. Her striking dress was now safely tucked away, being replaced with a pair of jeans and a T- Shirt. The store assistant had originally suggested something more feminine to wear, but Michelle settled on the plain jeans and T-Shirt almost immediately. It might not have been the most appropriate, but it was what she wanted. As she checked herself in the mirror, she still looked a complete knockout, but it was an improvement. She only looked a ten-out- of-ten on the 'babe-scale' instead of the previous twelve. She'd also gone in for a change of underwear, some new panties and a bra. The only thing she didn't get a chance to change were her shoes. The heels that she wore were so limiting, but she wasn't sure if she had enough money to spare for some sneakers. She didn't know if there were any 'hidden extras' on the plane fare. She parked the car in the airport parking lot and paid for a two- week ticket. It would be some time before any suspicion was raised about it, but sooner or later the car would be traced and thereafter, her eventual destination. Michelle walked up to the check-in desk of the airline offering the deal and ordered a one-way ticket to Las Vegas. It turned out that the return tickets were actually the same price; something that always used to annoy Michael who had to continually buy one- way tickets in different names to avoid too much attention on his various trips to Vegas. Michelle settled on the return ticket. Airlines liked to see identification, but Michael had perfected the techniques of giving false names. In the end, it was an internal flight and the airline wanted the customers. She could have used Tina's identification, but she didn't want to risk the chance that the Falcons might be able to check with the airline. She didn't know what their resources were. Somehow they had discovered their location at the motel. As Michelle boarded the plane, she was confronted by smiles and grins of various single guys, all obviously intent on trying to get a piece of her. She wondered if she would ever get used to being drooled at. Her seat was a window seat. After she sat down, she was ecstatic as a middle-aged woman sat next to her, effecting as a barrier against the adoring men that just wanted to know her. As the plane started to thunder down the runway, Michelle slumped back into her seat and relaxed, just dozing off to sleep in the relative safety of the aircraft. *** At the same time, Tina wandered around the small town for a third time. It was early evening and beginning to get dark. All the time, she was expecting Mary and the others to show up and recapture her. In her current state, she would not be able to offer any resistance. But so far, there was no sign of either them or Michelle. Her memory was equally lost. She clearly remembered the day before, but everything from that morning onwards was a complete haze. She struggled to remember something, anything about Michelle. She was sitting on a park bench and was fighting back the tears. "How can it end like this," she thought to herself. Eventually she found the strength inside herself to say, "It's not over. They haven't caught me yet." Tina didn't move for another ten minutes wondering what she should do. "Maybe Michelle's already been caught," she thought. That would explain why they were not bothering about her. In fact, Michelle could already be dead. Tina buried her head in her hands. She needed to find out. She had to know what was going on. Across the street, she could see a call box. She felt herself uncontrollably drawn to it. Tina walked over the call box and fished around in her pockets. Her purse was gone. Tina found a small amount of change. Not much, just enough for a snack to eat from one of the stores and a quick phone call. Tina picked up the phone, hesitated slightly, and then put some coins in the box. Tina hesitated again as her fingers hovered over the buttons. She knew that it was a risk, but she had no option. *** Sarah was sitting down to dinner with her son, Andrew, Mary and a few others. The search teams in New Jersey had found nothing. They had returned to the mansion in New Jersey in the chopper. Mary was coordinating the search from there and had offered Andrew and Sarah a ride in the chopper. Actually she had insisted. Sarah wasn't hungry. She was feeling a huge mix of fear and hope. She was delighted that neither Michelle nor Tina had been caught, but at the same time, it was tinged with fear. She knew that she might never get to speak to her daughter ever again. Their conversation was broken when the door to the dining room was opened. A man walked inside. "Mary, can I have a quick word." "Sure," Mary replied, putting down her knife and fork, making her apologies, then getting up from the table. They walked out into the hallway for their conversation, leaving the door open. Although no-one wanted to admit it, everyone else straining to hear what was being said, but their voices were just a little too quiet. Their strained hearing was pierced by the sound of a phone ringing. Startled, Sarah realized that it was her cell phone. "Oh, excuse me," Sarah said, realizing it was her phone. The sound was coming from her purse on a side table. Andrew reached over, picked up his mother's purse and handed it to her. Sarah opened her purse, fished out her cell phone and answered it. "Hello," she said, the dejection in her voice obvious. Other people were looking at her with interest. "Hi Mom, it's me," came the reply. Sarah's heart stopped beating. She had a tremendous urge to swallow in fear. "Oh... Hi... Brenda," Sarah replied doing everything possible to hide the fear in her voice. She quickly glanced around the table and saw that most had returned to their eating. Most of them knew that Brenda was one of Sarah's 'normal' friends back in California. "Brenda, now isn't a good time," Sarah said trying to give her daughter the hint that she wasn't alone. "Are you alone?" Tina asked. "No. Not really," Sarah replied. She glanced over and saw that Mary was engaged in her conversation but Mary turned to look at Sarah. Their eyes locked and Sarah tried to give Mary a convincing smile, but somehow she knew that Mary could tell. Sarah glanced away. "Okay. Shit. I'll make it quick. Look, Michelle and I got separated. I don't know where she is. Is she back with you?" "Err... no I haven't heard from her in a long time," Sarah thought quickly. It was the only thing she could say to answer her question without giving the game away. "Damn. Then she must still be around. Look, Mom. I'm safe. I'm just a bit... lost at the moment. If Michelle rings you, just tell her to stay put. I'll find her," Tina said to her mother, although at that point, she didn't know where Michelle was. Sarah looked up and saw that Mary had walked into the room. She strode straight up to Sarah and grabbed the cell phone from her. "Hello. Who is this please?" Mary asked. *** Tina, shocked to suddenly hear Mary's voice, gave out a gasp, and then smashed the handset back onto the phone. She stepped back as she realized the implications. They would almost certainly be able to trace the call. If they didn't already know where she was, they soon would. She walked away from the call box. But Tina knew that wasn't nearly enough. She had to get away from the town... and fast. She would have to do whatever it took to get away. *** "That was Tina, wasn't it," Mary questioned Sarah, the cell phone still in her hand. "No," Sarah replied, but everyone in the room knew she was lying. "Where is she?" Mary asked sternly. "I don't know," Sarah replied emphatically and truthfully. "What did she say?" Mary questioned. Sarah said nothing. "Why did you try and hide it?" "Because, she's my daughter damn it," Sarah snapped, "and I'll do anything to protect her... anything." Sarah got up from the table and stormed out of the room. "Satisfied," Andrew growled at Mary. "Don't think I enjoy this Andrew," Mary stated. "I'm trying to help your sister and the sooner you both realize that, the better." Andrew said nothing, but simply got up from the table and followed his mother out. Mary waited half a minute, and then left the room also. She walked into an empty room and picked up a phone, dialed a number and waited for an answer. "Hi Richard, it's me, Mary. Look Tina just called Sarah on her cell phone. I want you to do a trace on it. Also I want you to put a trace on every phone in or out of here. Call me paranoid, but I just don't know who to trust right now." *** "Fuck," Hank thought to himself as he realized that his plans were not going as they should. When his men dumped Tina in that barn near the town, they had left her with a small amount of money, hoping that she would attempt to contact Michelle, using a rendezvous point that they had arranged. But Tina had been stupid enough to contact her mother, knowing full well that it would alert the rest of the group to her location. Either Tina had been very stupid... or desperate. He couldn't allow the rest of the group to find out what he had been planning. He would have to switch to his backup plan. *** Michelle was doing her best to relax in the aircraft. So far, it hadn't been as bad as she feared, but she couldn't wait to get off the plane. The window seat, combined with the old woman sitting next to her, had kept the drooling guys at bay. But Michelle noticed that the morbid situation did not appear to have solved her problem of being horny. After the initial sleep, she woke up all hot and bothered. At first she thought it was the cabin temperature, but it didn't take long for her to realize that it wasn't a physical heat she was feeling, but a sexual one. Every time a girl or woman walked past, she felt a longing desire for her, but deep down Michelle knew that she would stand little chance with a woman again. Of greater concern was the fact that as time passed by; Michelle began to get less fussy. When a young man smiled at her, and plenty did, she found herself involuntarily smiling back. Michelle could only take so much. Eventually she couldn't help but go to the bathroom. She got up from the seat and made for the bathroom. As soon as she was inside, she felt physically compelled to unbuckle her pants and slip her hand in her panties and slide the other hand up inside her T-Shirt to her bra. She gasped as her rough hands squeezed her sensitive nipple too tightly. Her hands slowed down and eased off a bit, but Michelle knew she wouldn't be able to stop. She glanced up and her eyes widened as she noticed that she hadn't locked the door. Anyone could open the door from the outside. She tried to reach out and lock the door, but her hands refused to obey her brain's command. Her right hand was rubbing her love button so well and the pleasure was so intense, that her mind told her that it was worth being discovered. Michelle summoned every inch of willpower but she couldn't bring her hands to stop. Eventually she had to reach out with her mind and flicked the lock on the door with her telekinetic powers. Ten minutes later it was all over. Michelle was sitting on the floor basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Shit, that feels good," Michelle remarked to herself. She tried to avoid making too much noise. She kept her jaw clamped shut and even bit on her tongue, but ultimately, the feelings were incredibly intense. Michelle was beginning to learn a few extra things about her new body. First, when it needs relief, it really needs it. Michelle didn't have a choice in the matter. Her body, quite literally, made her do it. She knew that she would have to keep on top of the situation, otherwise her body might end up making her do something a lot worse than stick her fingers in herself. As she left the bathroom, her face went scarlet red as people looked at her. She thought that the noise of the aircraft had covered her groans, but that didn't stop her from blushing as she hurried to her seat. Michelle managed to get a little more sleep and she knew she was going to need it. Eventually they reached Las Vegas. As the plane touched down on the runway at McCarran airport, she felt her breasts bounce and jiggle, further reminder of what had happened to her. She wandered around for a while, staying out of sight as much as possible. She would have felt much safer on the Las Vegas Strip, but she was out to steal a car and that would not have been possible from one of the larger hotels, where a security camera covers virtually every square yard. It wouldn't be easy, but her telekinetic powers should aid her. *** Thousands of miles away, Tina was celebrating after doing something very similar - stealing a car. However, Tina needed a much bigger break as she had no powers that could be used to get her a car, but instead, she chanced upon a small car, where the owner had stupidly left the keys inside. Initially she felt guilty about stealing the car, but her need was simply too great to ignore the gift of chance. There was also an added bonus. After she had taken the car, she had a chance to search through. Pushed carefully down the side of one of the various compartments was one thousand dollars in cash. At first, Tina wondered who could have been stupid enough to leave a car and money lying around like that, but she also found numerous empty liquor bottles. Tina guessed that the owner of the car was probably still lying on some street, completely drunk. However, she made a vow to herself that once all the business was over, she would repay the owner for his oversight. She now had a car and some money. The pain had long subsided and her strength had returned. But one thing that had not returned was her magical powers. Despite all her efforts, they had gone completely, having been used up in her attempts to fight off the power stone attack. It was a serious situation and she knew it. When a witch uses up all their power, then their link to the magical well is broken and has to be re-established from scratch. It was akin to blowing out the pilot light on a gas heating system. It has to be relit, before the entire system could be used again. That could mean that Tina would have to go through all the initial training exercises again, which had taken her six months the first time. Getting her powers back wouldn't take that long, but it could be at least a week before she would even feel them again, and anything up to a month before they would be up to a usable level. She was amazed that her group had not been able to find her. She knew that her innate magical abilities were broadcasting her presence like a homing beacon, so why hadn't she been recaptured? But Tina also knew that the power stone attack obviously hadn't gone according to plan, because she should have been in a coma for the next week, so perhaps she wasn't highlighted as much as she should have been. She was sorry that they had got separated, but even if Michelle hadn't run away when she did, Tina would have insisted that she leave, now that she knew Michelle could take care of herself. That really bugged Tina. Somehow, she knew that Michelle was capable of protecting herself, but she couldn't work out why. Her memory had not returned during the day. She knew that something important happened that morning, but she simply couldn't remember it. Tina was headed south. She had no idea where she was going. At first she thought about going to New Jersey, but there was a big voice inside her, telling her that it wasn't right and that Michelle wasn't in New Jersey. Unfortunately, that same voice of hers couldn't tell her where Michelle was. A zip code would have been handy, but her sub- conscious was not forthcoming. At the moment all she could work out was that Michelle wasn't in New Jersey. However, it proved that deep down, Tina did still have her memory, but it was just buried too deep. If only she could retrieve it. Hank's men were following a few miles behind, remaining just out of sight, relying on their ability to track her by magical means. Tina had taken the bait perfectly. They had arranged for Tina to 'find' an unattended car. Hank assumed that Tina knew where Michelle was, but she lacked the means to get there. By providing her with a vehicle and some money, she would lead them straight to Michelle. *** Michelle was out in the Nevada desert digging with a shovel that she had just bought. It was now totally dark, so she was working entirely to a small flashlight that she had also purchased. It was her third attempt to find her hidden stash. It would have been much easier to wait and dig during the day, but she didn't want to be seen out in the middle of nowhere during daylight. It would not have been so bad had she still been male, but Michelle was very quickly becoming aware how noticeable and vulnerable her new body was. As she was digging, she had to laugh slightly. She had various scenarios as to why she might need her cash, but she never dreamed that she would be wearing a bra and panties when she came to dig them up. She hoped that she had the right location this time, because her powers were beginning to wane and she had to use her own strength. The day had been so long and she was physically exhausted. Michelle had discovered over the past few days that her new body had very little strength compared to her old body. The shovel seemed to get progressively heavier as her powers diminished further. Michelle drove the shovel in again, but this time she heard a clang as the shovel made contact with some metal. She carefully scraped away all the remaining dirt around the box and then got down onto her knees and pulled out the metal box that she had buried such a long time ago. Using the flashlight, she searched through the items and they were all in place exactly as she had left them. They included eight thousand dollars in cash and a new identity that was useless given her drastic change in appearance. As she was about to toss aside the driver's license and passport, she noticed the photograph on the card and for the first time since her transformation, she was able to see her old male self. Michelle felt her emotions well up as she stared at the picture. She knew there was every chance that she may never look like that again. Instead of throwing it away, she put it back in the tin as a souvenir. Michelle took half of the money and put it in her pocket. She took four thousand dollars and put the remainder back in the tin and buried it again in case she somehow lost the money she had. Four thousand dollars would be enough to use in the casinos. Michelle reburied the tin and did her best to cover up the fact that someone had been digging there. She returned to the car. *** T + 4 days Chapter Nineteen ================ Richard walked into Mary's small office early the next morning. When he saw Mary, it was clear she had been working since before the sun rose. She greeted him and they both sat down. "So how was New Jersey?" Mary asked. "Interesting," Richard replied. "How so?" "Well first, I think I now know why Tina's spell got screwed up so badly." Mary was surprised. That was very welcome news. The matter, of how a 'normal' had some magical resistance had been of concern to everyone. Limited magical resistance is fairly normal, particularly to mind related spells, but they had encountered resistance like this before. Richard tossed an envelope onto Mary's desk. She picked it up took out the contents. They looked like X-Ray's of a person's head. "What am I looking at," Mary asked, not having knowing what she was supposed to look for. "They're Michael's brain scans, taken after her accident a few years back. According to the doctors I've spoken to, they are highly abnormal and not like any brain scan they've ever seen before." "But I don't understand. How does this explain why Tina's spell went wrong?" "Think about it," Richard replied, "Tina said that the spell went wrong because the examination of Michael's mind took too long. But if his brain was somehow... wired differently..." "So she never did have any resistance as such," Mary stated, "she was just different and the magic didn't know how to cope, so it improvised. But what about Tina's Stun spell." "Same thing because the Stun spell affects the brain," Richard replied, "I'd guess that she would have had resistance to any mind related spell. I doubt Tina could have adjusted his memory anyway, even if she had used the correct version of the Transformation spell." Mary thought to herself digesting the new information, "Right, this is good news. It means that Council won't see her as being such a freak. Now what about finding her." Richard shook his head, "No luck there. I traced the phone call to a town in upstate New York, but they'd already gone. The weird thing was, that when we asked around, people remembered seeing Tina, but they didn't remember seeing Michelle at all." "Yeah. I think they might have got separated. Sarah didn't tell me everything, but I got the impression that's what happened. So, if they are separated, where do you think Michelle might go?" "She could go home. We have New Jersey fairly well covered. I've been looking at her past travel history. She's been around a bit over the past few years. Excluding overseas travel, she's been to Miami, California, New Orleans, Colorado, Las Vegas, the list goes on. We don't have enough people to cover all of these destinations and none of none of them stands out. She could be anywhere." Mary mused carefully as she looked over the list. She made a mental note of all of the locations in case any of them popped up again. She glanced over Las Vegas on the list, seeing Richard's notes that Michael may have had a gambling fixation because of his financial records. She agreed with Richard's assessment that they couldn't send people all over the country. Instead, they would have to monitor various channels and simply wait for something to turn up. "Anything else?" "Well... Mary... I know I'm still young by Kithra standards, but I've chosen a police officer as my day job and I'm damn good at it. All my instincts are telling me there's something wrong here. We're missing something. There's something wrong with this picture. Those brain scans are a part of the puzzle, but I've just got this gut feeling that there's something we're just not seeing." "Why do you think that?" Mary enquired. "It's a lot of things. It just doesn't fit right. I visited Michael's parents when they were informed about his death. They're devastated, but their grief is real. I tried to slip in a few questions to confirm everything Michael told you about his life is true and as far as I could tell, it was. But it still doesn't make sense." "What do you think is happening?" "I don't know. But there's definitely something we're missing. "Could she already be a witch? A spy perhaps, planted here by one of the other groups, to try and test our... resolve." "Nah. I thought about that. I suppose it's possible, but that doesn't fit the picture either. If she were already a witch, Tina wouldn't have been able to transform him, period. Anyway, if that was the case, then they would at least be moving against us, but we don't see any indication of that. And it still doesn't fit." "Then what the hell is going on?" Richard just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know". Mary shrugged her shoulders as well, accepting the fact that there was still no plausible explanation for this enigma. "How are you doing with all the phone traces," Mary asked, changing the subject. "It's proving awkward. I've set up equipment to trace all of the fixed line phones here, but I don't think I'll be able to do more than three cell phones without arousing suspicion, because that has to be done at the phone company end." "Then use magic to get what you want. If you need help with some mind control spells, I'm sure I can help out," Mary pointed out. She really needed to know exactly what was going on and these phone traces would help considerably. "It's not that simple Mary. Even I could do that with my contact at the NYPD, but what about his boss, or his boss, or the people at the telephone companies. I can only use mind-control magic on a line-of-sight basis. "If I set up a trace for twenty phone lines, someone's going to get suspicious. Then they'll call in Internal Affairs, maybe the FBI. Before you know it, there will be a dozen people all over the country involved. I won't be able to cover it up." Mary sighed in acceptance of their limitations. Some of the other groups used mind-control magic at a whim, often ruining lives to get what they wanted, but the Falcons only used it when necessary and only then in minor amounts. Richard continued, "So I'm tracing Sarah's and Andrew's cell phone at the moment. I can squeeze through one more trace. Who do you want it to be?" Richard asked. Mary mused for a moment. "Hank," she said. "You want me to bug a Council member. You sure about that?" Richard pointed out. "Yeah. I'll take full responsibility if anyone finds out," Mary stated. "Don't worry. They won't. I'm very good at covering tracks." *** Michelle woke up to the heat of the Nevada sun blinding her in the eyes. She woke up with a start as she realized that she fell asleep in her car out in the desert. She quickly shook herself, then started her car and headed back into town. Once back in Vegas, the first thing she did was ditch the car. She took care to remove her fingerprints and any other trace of who had taken the car. Michelle didn't even know if her new fingerprints even matched her old, not that the police had her old prints anyway. Then she set about doing the things that she knew had to be done. First she booked into a hotel. It was a smaller hotel, the sort of place that didn't insist on credit cards as damage collateral. The room wasn't high quality, but it would suffice. The very next thing would be a new identity. She knew that if she went into a casino, she would be considered underage. Although she could just pass for a twenty-one year old, any Casino or bar would want to see some ID, but Michelle had none. She decided to go to the same guy that made up Michael's fake passports, who also lived in Las Vegas. He was a wheelchair bound Vietnam cripple and would pose no threat to her. All she needed was a new name to use. Michelle tried to think of a name, any name, but not a single appropriate name would come to mind. Eventually she had the idea to go and get a local phone book. When she had the book, she simply threw the book into the air then looked at the first female name on the page. "Deirdre Simpson" was the first name. "Nah," Michelle thought, so she randomly flipped a few pages forward and found a more interesting name. "Lisa Trent." Michelle nodded at that choice. "Shit, I've had two name changes in less than a week. First Michelle, now Lisa," Michelle mused to herself. *** Tina woke up sometime later in the day. She had been driving long into the night and stopped only when she could go no further. The real problem was, she had no idea where she was going. Tina pulled into a nearby diner and ordered a double breakfast. Her drive to find Michelle had meant that she hadn't eaten in over a day. Across the room from Tina, also eating breakfast was Jack Turner. He, along with his colleague was tasked with tracking Tina right to the point when she would meet up with Michelle. Throughout Tina's drive, they had been holding back a few miles and using their magical abilities to track Tina, but when she pulled into the diner, they assumed they had reached the rendezvous point and therefore moved closer to observe. His colleague was waiting outside. Just prior to entering the diner, he had modified his appearance slightly. Nothing major. In fact it was mostly facial, but enough so that Tina wouldn't recognize him. Tina was taking obvious precautions to avoid being discovered. She knew that she was the victim of a power stone attack and was using the smaller roads to avoid detection. She was also very suspicious of any car that appeared to be following her. They had to keep 'borrowing' other cars to avoid her finding out. Tina was correct in her assumption that the failed power stone attack hadn't highlighted her as much as it should have done. Their tracking range was limited to a couple of miles, whereas it should have been twenty or thirty miles one day after exposure. This was a double-edge sword. It meant that the chances of her 'signal' being picked up by other Falcons was very low, especially as Tina was steering clear of the cities, but the disadvantage was that they could only track for a few more days at best. Tucked away in his jacket pocket was his trusty Smith and Weston. His orders from Hank were to wait until Tina and Michelle re- unite and then detain them both at any suitable location using any force necessary until Hank could join them. Hank hadn't divulged what would happen to them, but Jack wasn't totally na?ve. He sat reading his newspaper, thinking of how Tina had broken almost all of their laws. She had transformed an outsider, fallen in love with him, probably told him all their secrets and now was trying to leave the group with him. There was hardly a rule she hadn't broken. It was amazing that the Council were virtually allowing her to get away with it. In times gone by, they would have been much more ruthless, but times had changed. Their group had become far more liberal and it was their group that was almost destroyed twenty years ago because of it. Their leaders were weak and toothless. He didn't share the hard-line views of some of the other groups, but in his opinion it was better to be a bit rough at the edges and alive, than being righteous and dead. Jack knew that the Falcons needed a strong leader. Hank had been maneuvering into that position for some years, but not enough people supported him. Perhaps this situation would change things. Jack saw some movement on the table he was watching. Tina appeared to be finishing her second breakfast. She walked to the ladies restroom. She returned shortly, thanked the owner, and then walked out. Jack played it cool and waited. He could feel Tina walking away. He knew his friend would monitor her and call for help if required. After a few minutes, he walked out to his colleague. "Anything?" he asked. "No. She just got in and left. No phone calls, nothing," he replied. "This can't be the meeting point then," Jack shrugged. "Come on, let's get after her." *** Michelle took a cab back to her hotel. In her pocket, were a new driver's license and a new passport, both in the name of Lisa Trent, 22 years of age, born in New York. She looked at the photos of both pieces of identification. Although she had seen herself in the mirror before, to somehow see a picture of herself was different. She had forced a smile for the camera, but even this forced smile had a natural warmth to it. It had taken a while to convince the man to make them, but Michelle persuaded him with money, although it took a thousand dollars. All the time, Michelle could see that he just couldn't take his eyes off Michelle's chest. It was as if he wasn't looking her in the face. Since being a woman, every person Michelle had met, male and female, but especially the men, had always glanced down to her prominent chest. As Michael, virtually every conversation had been eyeball-to- eyeball contact. But as a young woman, it was completely different. Michelle couldn't believe how obvious it was. People were not looking her in the eye. It was so frustrating. Even women took a quick glance of either admiration or jealousy. As she put her new identity in Tina's purse, she realized the next thing Michelle needed was some clothes. If she was to go out to the Casino's tonight, she needed some presentable clothes. Her red dress was over the top, and her jeans and T-Shirt were well underdressed. She needed something in between. *** "What the fuck is she doing," Jack asked his companion as he stared at Tina through a pair of binoculars. They were parked about a mile from her. She was sitting down in a field with her eyes closed. "She's meditating," he replied. "I know that. I mean, what's she doing meditating. She should be meeting up with Michelle, not doing... that." "Maybe... well... perhaps... err... I don't know," he shrugged. "Here, you keep an eye on her," Jack said as he handed him the binoculars, "I'm gonna phone Hank and keep him updated." Jack Turner returned to their car and dialed Hank's number on his cell phone. He had been instructed to use coded language when talking. Neither of them trusted the technology to be completely secure. They talked about how the fishing trip was going. Jack was able to get across the message he needed and Hank signaled that he understood. Jack returned to his colleague. "No change," he reported. "Still meditating." Across the field Tina sat in her deep meditative state. She was attempting to do two things. Firstly, she was trying to regain her magical powers. The full training could take months, but if she was able to retain just a scrap of her old power, she could use that as a base on which to build. She could have her powers back within days instead of weeks. The second thing she was trying to do was contact Michelle telepathically. Their power of telepathy was the one of the few powers they had which didn't rely on line of sight access. Also, it required very little magical power to do it. It was virtually an innate ability of all Kithra. In fact, it was that same innate ability was also broadcasting her presence to any listening Kithra in the immediate area. However, the ability to make contact with someone almost vanishes after about ten miles, so Tina was stopping every fifteen miles and scanning the area, searching for Michelle's mind. Tina was fully aware of how many ten-mile circles there were in the country. She was searching for a needle in a haystack. But Tina couldn't think of anything else to do. She had to do something positive and her meditations were the only thing she could think of. *** Michelle walked into the large clothing store. It seemed to be a mid-range store stocking everything from the very casual to the very formal. She inadvertently entered the store in the lingerie section. As she glanced at the displays and saw a sexy teddy, she smiled as she remembered the embarrassment at the last time she had bought such a garment for her wife years ago. She shuddered as she realized that the next time she would buy such a thing, it would probably be for herself. She walked once around the whole store. After she had been around the various sections, her head was dizzy. There was so much choice. As a man it was simple, a shirt, pants and some shoes, nothing else. But for a woman, there was too much variety. Should she go for a shirt or a blouse, pants or skirt, or even combine the two with a dress. Socks or hose, heels or flats. The permutations were amazing. As she was still trying to get her bearings, one of the sales assistants walked up to her. "Can I help you?" she asked, seeing that Michelle looked a little lost in what to buy. "Err... yeah, I just flew in and lost my luggage and I need something to wear for tonight," Michelle replied. The lost luggage excuse seemed to work well before. "Sure. What type of clothes do you want, formal or casual?" she asked. "Err... well... formal I guess," Michelle replied, thinking that casual-wear would mean the leather mini-skirts she had seen two rows before. "How about something like this," the assistant pointed out as she walked up to a display model. The mannequin was wearing a casual woman's two-piece suit with an accompanying blouse. It looked good. Michelle gave a slight nod and even a smile. Perhaps women's clothes were not all that bad. Ten minutes later, Michelle was standing in front of a display mirror wearing the suit. It was very comfortable and she was so pleased that she was wearing pants. In fact, the only feminine item was the blouse, but that wasn't too bad. "It's just a shirt with the top button missing," Michelle convinced herself. Michelle had also settled on a pair of flat shoes. All in all, she was pleased with the outcome. "I'm not sure it's quite right," the assistant stated. Although she had initially suggested it, now that she could see Michelle wearing it, the assistant could see that it didn't go well with her. She seemed a little young to be wearing such formal wear. Also such suits were not designed for women with larger busts and Michelle's seemed to be spilling out of the lapels. "No. It's fine," Michelle replied, with some authority. "Okay then, walk this way," the assistant replied taking her to the pay desk. Although she thought that Michelle looked completely out of place, she wasn't going to argue with her. If that was what she wanted, then the store assistant was only too pleased to get the sale. *** The Falcon's Council room was filled with all eight members around the oval table. The mood was one of uncertainty. One by one, each member delivered their report. Basically, none of them had found any trace of Michelle. Finally the leader spoke, "Okay, now we need to discuss what we do with her when we get her back. Thoughts anyone?" Mary was about to speak up, when someone else spoke first. It was Hannah. Mary knew Hannah from when they were both in their teens. They were never very close to each other, but they had always maintained a mutual respect for each other. "Yeah, I've never met this person, Michael or Michelle or whatever her name is now, but I didn't get much sleep last night thinking about it. Let's look at the bigger picture. We've got a person here who saved three members of our group. In return, we turn him into a woman, probably permanently, against his will." "As if that isn't enough, we imprison her, and then threaten her life. Now I know what the rules are, and last night I thought, 'well fuck the damn rules'" Mary clenched her fist under the table. She couldn't have said it better herself. But Mary wasn't totally impartial, so the fact that it was another Council member saying this, made the argument all the more compelling. "You can't be serious," Hank interrupted. "Look, I've got nothing against Michelle personally. But we can't afford to ignore what the rules are." "Yes we can, Hank," Hannah replied, "It's all about having the will. It's no good just saying 'we can't'. We CAN do it... if we want to... and I think we should. We owe it to her." "People. Look at us," Hannah continued. "Look at what we've become. We're starting to turn into the people we despise. Okay, the rules may have been needed a few centuries ago, but times change." Someone else chipped in, "I agree with what you're saying Hannah. But some of the other groups won't see it the same way. They're still living in the past." Finally Mary felt the time was right for her to step in, "Then let them. But we're better than that. We can look to the future." Hank sat back silent. He could sense a change in mood. Although he had plenty of arguments, he decided to save them for now. He generally prided himself on being a rash, impulsive person, with his decisiveness usually winning through. But in the past few years, he was learning to be a more patient, calculating person. *** Chapter Twenty ============== Michelle walked briskly into the casino, dressed out in her new business suit. She had her hair tied back behind her. At first she tried to tie it up, but three failed attempts had made her settle for one of Tina's hair bands. She also removed the small pendant that Tina had given her. It didn't seem right on her and if it was the symbol of their group, then it was the last thing Michelle wanted to wear, just in case she bumped into one of the Falcons, and they didn't know what she looked like. Also, Michelle felt awkward wearing it when it belonged to Tina. It was safely tucked away back at the motel. Michelle picked the casino at random, but it was a well-reputed and established casino. As Michael, she used to visit the more dubious casinos, which made her conscience feel a lot better because she was essentially swindling them. But she inwardly vowed that she would not set a foot near any of them with her current body. Swindling money out of Casino's was easy with her powers, but she had to do it right. In Vegas, people can win or lose millions of dollars in the time it takes most people to eat breakfast. But these kind of people had been coming to the town for years. Everyone knew them and the casino owners were not surprised to see them winning, although they might be disappointed. Michael had slowly and painstakingly built up his own reputation for being a gambler in the town, so if he did have a big win, it wasn't treated with any undue suspicion. However, if a total stranger walked in and started winning then that would be a completely different matter. Michelle would have to play the game very carefully and settle for modest wins. But she didn't need to be greedy. They didn't need a million, just enough for them to be able to hide away comfortably. As she walked into the main casino, she felt a hundred eyes turn and stare at her. Michelle walked around, searching for an empty Roulette table. As she walked, she could almost feel everyone's eyes burn into her. She tried to put it out of her mind and concentrate on the task at hand, but the feeling that everyone was staring at her kept eating away at her defenses. It was worse than she thought. Pretty girls were everywhere in Vegas and Michelle thought it would be easy to blend in. Already, she knew she was wrong. She headed straight for the Roulette table. Of all the games in the Casino, Roulette was the easier for her to manipulate, but even better, it was seen by the Casino to be the hardest to swindle because the players have no direct contact with the mechanism of the game, namely the wheel. So far less attention would be directed there. All in all, Michelle though that tonight should be easy pickings. Michelle walked past one of the enclosed areas, where most of the high rollers play. Michelle would have liked to play in there, because fewer people were around, but if she did, she would look completely out of place. She would have to settle for the open tables. The stakes were a lot lower, but they should be more than sufficient. As soon as she was at the table, she was immediately challenged for her age. She produced her fresh driver's license from her purse and was allowed to continue. It felt really awkward to be carrying around a purse. As a male, everything would have been in the suit pockets. But Michelle knew that women, even women with suits carried everything round in a purse. It seemed only a matter of seconds, before a leeching man was standing beside her. "Hey, babe," the guy leered, "D'ya want me to show you how to play this game." Michelle could smell the alcohol on him. "That's okay. I already know," Michelle replied politely, annoyed at being called a 'babe'. As Michelle looked over at the man, she knew exactly what he wanted to do to her as he was undressing her with his eyes. She felt a desire to punch the guy just for his thoughts. "Nah, a pretty girl like you can't play this. Let me show ya," he said as he moved round to Michelle's other side. As he did so, Michelle felt his hands deliberately brush across her ass and even give a slight squeeze. There was no subtlety about it. He basically fondled her. Michelle bit her lip slightly and she forced herself to calm down. Michelle pulled up a chair and sat down, believing it would prevent the guy from touching her up again, but he had lots more tricks up his sleeve. As he leaned across to place a chip on the far end of the table, his arm brushed against Michelle's chest. "Hey, would you stop that," Michelle said as firmly as she could. "Sorry. An accident. Won't happen again," he replied, in the most patronizing voice Michelle could detect. Just prior to coming out, Michelle had jerked herself off in her hotel room, so she did not feel the intense sexual desire that had been so prevalent recently, but even in a female state of 'heat', she found it impossible to believe how any woman could conceivably be interested in that sort of person. Michelle studied the table, and in particular the wheel. Manipulating the numbers should be an easy matter, but she would have to go easy. She was playing with her remaining amount of cash, just over two thousand dollars, which was a reasonable stake to walk to the table with. It showed that she had money to spend and wouldn't be too surprised at winning a few thousand more. As far as Roulette goes, there is no such thing as a system. It's pure luck. The odds are thirty-five to one and there are thirty- eight numbers, which means that the odds are stacked slightly in favor of the Casino. But Michelle didn't need to completely throw every roll of the ball. All she needed to do was tip the odds slightly in her favor. As Michael, she discovered that all it took was a generous win every now and then when her luck was out, just to tide her over. She would probably only need to manipulate three or four spins at the right time to tip the odds. That plan worked flawlessly before, and Michelle intended to follow the same example. She would play the wheel just as normal and only manipulate the outcome if really needed. It was a virtually foolproof plan. She played the first few rounds without using her powers and by pure chance; she was able to win another two thousand dollars quite quickly. It was going perfectly. She was winning fare and square, which wouldn't attract any attention at all. "Hey, girl. How did a pretty girl like you win like that," Michelle heard. She turned to see the leech of guy sitting next to her had not gone away. "Just luck," Michelle replied. "Can't a girl win?" "Not one as pretty as you. Hey, if you're a lucky girl, can I get lucky with you." Michelle turned away disgusted, in disbelief of how blatant his pick-up lines were. But something he said worried Michelle. Even in his half-drunken state, he had noticed that Michelle was winning. But Michelle hadn't been using her powers at all. She was winning by pure luck, fair and square. Something was wrong. She wasn't putting out the right signals. She had only won two thousand dollars, but even that comparatively small amount had raised attention. Why? As Michael, she had one ten times more with less attention. What was different? Her thoughts were broken by the sensation of something on her leg. She looked down and saw that the leering guy had placed one of his slithering hands right on her leg. Even as she looked he was working his hand upwards. "Hey, what did I tell you," Michelle called out as she grabbed his hand and threw it away. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to do something like that. He was molesting her in public. "Hey, come on baby, I can show you a good time. I know you're begging for it," the man suggested. Michelle's patience finally snapped. She couldn't take anymore. "Look, just fuck off, will you," Michelle screamed at the guy at the top of her voice. Suddenly, all background noise died completely. It was like pressing the mute button on the television. There wasn't a single sound in the hall as everyone turned to look at Michelle. Her composure crumbled. She rushed to away, leaving all of her chips at the table. She half-ran into the bathroom just remembering at the last minute to go to the ladies room. She ran into an empty stall, closed the door and collapsed on the toilet seat. She smashed her fist against the wall of the stall in anger as she started to cry. "I can't do this," she sobbed. After she regained her composure, she left the bathroom. It occurred to her that her chips were still at the table. She wanted to leave, but almost all of the money she had was at the table along with her winnings. She had to go and collect them. As soon as the left the bathroom, a tall man with a tuxedo and tie was waiting. "Miss, I'm the floor manager. That drunken man had been removed from the building. Do you want to return to the table?" Michelle looked around and saw that half the people in the room were looking at her. Although she could return to the table, far too much attention was upon her now. It would be pointless. "No. I think I'll go home. Oh, I left my chips at the table." "It's okay Miss, I have them here," the manager said, as he produced her winnings along with her purse. He walked Michelle to the cashier, who promptly cashed the chips. "Can I get you a cab," the manager asked. "Err No. I'll be fine. Hey look, I'm sorry if I caused a scene back there, but that guy, he just..." "No need to apologize Miss. I hope you'll visit us again sometime." "I'm sure I will," Michelle replied, inwardly vowing never to set foot in the place again. Michelle left the Casino by the nearest exit. Instead of heading back to her hotel she wandered through to the parking lot and down a stairway, finally heaping herself against a wall. "Why did it all go to pieces," Michelle thought to herself. "The plan was foolproof. Why couldn't I hold it together?" Michelle was thinking back to how she screwed it up. Losing her cool to that jerk was a terrible thing to do, but she had lost it before then. Her plan to blend in just hadn't worked. Michelle's state of sorrow was broken a sound. She could her some commotion down what appeared to be an alleyway connecting the parking lot to a street running beside the casino. Her curiosity instantly aroused, she moved forward and looked further down. She could see a man and a woman arguing. The man was holding the woman roughly. "Hey, come on. I know you still work as a damn whore. I wanna pay for it, so give it to me," Michelle heard. It was a voice she recognized, but couldn't place exactly. "Fuck you," replied a woman's voice in a Deep South accent. "I decide who gets it and you ain't gettin it." "If I want it, I'll fucking take it." Michelle was now less than fifteen feet away. Recognition hit her as she realized the man was the drunken leech that had molested her in the Casino. The woman, whom Michelle could now tell was black, struggled to get away. He slapped her around the face hard. The woman, who was wearing stiletto heels, staggered slightly, having trouble keeping her balance. The man raised his hand to strike her again. "Leave her alone," Michelle called out. The man looked round to see who had given him the order and was shocked to see that it was the same woman that had just caused him to be thrown out of the Casino. "You?" he stated. "You're the bitch that had me thrown out. Whadya want now?" "I said leave her alone," Michelle repeated as sternly as she could. "Whores sticking together is it. Well, I think I'll have my piece of you after all," he said as he left go of the woman and went to grab Michelle. The man quite literally never knew what hit him. He saw Michelle take a swing at him, but the next thing he knew, he was flying several feet back as he hit a wall. She hit him harder than she expected, probably taking out her frustration on him. He got to his feet and stumbled away. Michelle noticed that his nose was bleeding as he stumbled, but he didn't appear seriously injured. "Shit," the black woman called out, "Where did you learn that?" "Oh... err... self defense classes," Michelle replied. "Woah. I'm gonna have to get me some of those damn classes myself," she remarked as she walked up to Michelle and held out her hand. "Sindee's the name darlin. Sindee with an 'S'" Michelle held out her hand and replied, "Mic- err... M-My name's Lisa. Lisa Trent," almost forgetting which name to use. "Pleased to meet you Lisa. Hey, I owe you one." "Don't worry. It was free," Michelle replied, only to happy to have intervened. "Hey, you look far too sweet and innocent ta be in this place. Whad'ya lost or something?" Sindee asked "Err, lost I suppose. Why was that guy bothering you?" Michelle asked. "He wa'ned to fuck me," Sindee replied. Michelle couldn't help but smile at Sindee's blatant openness. But it also surprised Michelle because she believed from her appearance that Sindee was a street hooker. Her clothes were virtually advertising her trade. "But he said you were a... " Michelle started, but found it very impossible to complete the question in an unoffending way. "A whore," Sindee finished, with a smile. She put her hands on her hips, "An' what's wrong with that?" "N-Nothing. J-Just... wondering," Michelle stuttered. "Hey, I'm not proud of it. But it's what I do well. An' judging by the look of you, you could do it pretty well, too," the woman stated as she admired Michelle's curves, "Damn, are they real?" "Perfectly natural," Michelle replied, with a bit of internal sarcasm. There was nothing at all natural about her mountainess chest. "Huh, do you know how much natural tits like that are worth in this town?" the hooker joked. "I'm not sure I wanna know," Michelle laughed back. Sindee just smiled back. "Anyway, just cause I'm a hooker doesn't mean I have to screw every damn guy that waves fifty bucks in my face. I do get to choose, y'know. An' I just didn't want to do that guy tonight." Michelle nodded, accepting the below the surface, the street whore was still a human being with real feelings. "Hey sister. You wanna come back to may place for a drink?" "Err... No. I... err... don't think I'll fit in there," Michelle replied, the image of a brothel filling her mind. "Hey, it's not a whore house. I live alone in a nice house." Michelle thought for a few seconds before replying, "Okay then," Michelle smiled. *** At the same time, at another Casino nearby, Gary was surveying his prey, searching for the woman whose bed he would share, whether she wanted to or not. Although he was nearly seventy years old, Gary looked to be in his mid twenties. He had been doing this sort of thing for decades, even since the Ravens moved to Las Vegas and he never tired of it. His favorite activity was scouring the Strip for beautiful women and using his magic to turn them into his sexual toy for the evening. The Kithra were powerful, but their powers could only affect living things. This narrowed their magical powers into a small field. Within this field, Kithra of all groups realized that their powers were concentrated into two small areas, transformations and mind control. They had other abilities, but when it really came down to it, these were the two that made the difference. The first area, transformation, is the ability to transform oneself and others into other people or animals. This allowed them to remain young and beautiful all their natural lives. It also allowed them to bestow magical power upon another person by transforming their bodies into a form that was more capable of using magic. However, this privilege was severely restricted to the offspring of Kithra (and not all of those were allowed). The Ravens, as a group were not very good at transformations. They could do it, but it was harder for a Raven to transform someone, whereas the Falcons found it very easy. Likewise, all groups found it difficult to transform into an animal, where the peace loving Eagles had developed an affinity with nature and could do it virtually at will. Instead, the Ravens had decided to concentrate on the other area of their magical ability - mind control, and Gary was one of the best. It was because of their ability to control people minds that they were able to operate with almost total secrecy in Las Vegas. When the Mob moved out of Vegas a few decades back, they saw an opening and moved in. They used this ability of subjugate and control those in power. Most of them are aware that they are being controlled, but they can't do anything about it. Over time, they are magically conditioned so that whenever one of their group approaches them, they have to do whatever they're told, without question. Most of them are men in a variety of key positions. Effectively they are slaves, but the Raven's prefer the term servants. This is because their servants are not required to do much except assist the Ravens in remaining hidden. They are required to serve them sexually from time to time but in general, they live very high lives. The Ravens do everything they can to ensure that their servants remain in their powerful positions. For the