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Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21 or 22 years old would walk home to his apartment. Out of the four men, he was the only one who actually lived in Andersonville. They said their good-bye's to each other and the young man walked off alone. I followed behind him from a discreet distance. Years of experience as private detective were serving me well; my target had no idea that someone had been shadowing him for almost a week now. The young man greeted one of his neighbors standing outside and went into one of the three apartment buildings. Using my binoculars, I watched him get the mail out of his mailbox, number 104. He looked at a few bills then headed down the stairs. I followed him inside and checked the name on the register. The person living in apartment 104 was named Pete Summers. Although he dressed like a businessman, I knew he had to be working for Dennis Butz. So I decided it was time to meet my co-worker. I just wished I hadn't been wearing my short, red skirt and tan sweater. It had been my mother's idea - in the hopes I may attract the attention of some young man at work. My mother seemed obsessed with the idea that I find someone to go out with on the weekends. It was an idea I was equally determined to make sure didn't happen. I knocked on his door and waited, pulling down my skirt so I didn't appear too sexy to this young man. I remembered my days of being young and free - although they were never as good as other guys bragged about. Sometimes I wondered why men had to BS about how great their single lives had been. Pete opened the door slightly - then a small smile appeared on his face as if he recognized me from somewhere. "Miss Anderson, what are you doing here?" he asked as if my visit was a pleasant surprise to him. "I thought we should meet since we seem to be working for the same boss," I replied forcefully. "I'm afraid you got that wrong Linda - I don't work for Judge Herns." "I'm not talking about June Herns. I was referring to Dennis Butz." "Who?" he stated dumbly. "Don't start with me," I threatened. "You know who I'm talking about." "Why don't you come in Linda," he said opening the door all the way so I could come in. I walked past him into the living room and noticed for a bachelor, he kept his apartment pretty clean. "Can I get you a drink Linda, a cold pop maybe?" "I'll have what you're having," I answered pointing to the bottle of beer in his hand. "Sorry," he replied with a silly grin. "But you're not old enough to drink yet." "Didn't I tell you not to start with me. We both know I'm older than I look." He chuckled slightly but didn't make a move to get me the beer I requested. "Now, what was the name of this person you were talking about?" "Dennis BUTZ!" I hissed and spelled out his name. "That's B-U-T-Z! Does his name ring a bell now?" "Nope," he replied taking a drink of his beer. "I'm an independent business man Linda - the only person I answer to is myself." The smile on his face indicated he was enjoying this little game he was playing. I decided it was time to overturn the board. "Cut the Bullshit Mister! Every day at 7:45 you and your three friends get into the elevator that takes you to the bunker." I saw the man flinch a little. Apparently, no one living in Andersonville was supposed to know about the bunker I had just mentioned. "So what is it you do down there all day?" I inquired. "Program the temps to play with us - maybe even eavesdrop in on our conversations to find out what we're up to?" "I really don't know what you are talking about," Pete replied calmly but now visibly shaken. He moved quickly to change the subject. "I was just about ready to order a pizza but since you're here, why don't I take you out to dinner? We can go to Pizza Hut and afterwards - maybe even see a movie." I knew from his suggestion that I would get no more from him. I was also a little angry at the games he was trying to play with me, so I decided it was my turn to have a little fun. I gave him my best feminine smile. "Why, what a wonderfully suggestion Pete," I said in a suggestive female tone. "You can take me to dinner - and hold the door open for me while I get in and out of your car. Then afterwards, we can walk to the Movie Theater holding hands - maybe I'll even allow you to put your arm around me during the picture show." I saw a small smile grow on his face. He liked my idea. "Then, after the picture show," I said softly and in a more seductive tone. "You can drive us up to Fox Lake where we can park and watch the Moonlight bounce off the water. "And then," I added, putting my hands gently on his chest. My voice became loud and angry. "Then I can watch you jump in the lake you MORON." I pushed him away and turned to go. As I was leaving his apartment, I heard him yell out, "You know you're very attractive when you're angry." I was too pissed to even reply back at him. Fade out... ****** Voice of Dennis Butz - Thousands of years ago there was a war in the heavens, between the gods of old and the new arrivals. During the process, the earth was almost destroyed by fire and floods as our war ran unchecked. Finally, after centuries of conflict, an uneasy peace was achieved between our two people. Both sides recognized they needed the other, but neither side was willing to trust the other. However, as man grew in power and knowledge he challenged the gods themselves. To maintain the balance and keep the peace, a buffer zone was needed. It's a small town - just like thousands of others spread across the land. Quiet streets, family-run businesses, and Saturday afternoon picnics. But this town is different. It's a place for lost souls, for misguided individuals, and for those who are in need of a second chance. It's also the last, best chance I have of freeing my people from their captors. The name of the project is Restoration; the name of the town is Andersonville! ****** Fade in... "We're lost," my friend told me. I looked over at Rebecca who was studying the map carefully. "I don't even see this road on the map - or the railroad tracks that the man was talking about. Maybe the tracks are covered with snow." "I don't think so," I replied. "We would have seen some evidence of them even if they were." I noticed the temperature gauge on my Ford Bronco was higher than normal. Considering we were in a snow shower and it was a scant 10 degrees outside that wasn't a good sign. "How would we tell, Jerry?" she replied. "There's at least 2 feet of snow on the ground." My friend was right. The snow was coming down so hard that you couldn't see more than 20 yards in front of you. It was a stupid idea to take a trip like this in late October. A cold front had moved in and was dumping snow all over the place that made driving treacherous at best. The upside to this was the pictures we took of the trains fighting the winter storm; they were spectacular. I suspected we'd be able to have some of them published in one of the many railroad magazines. We had been on the road for almost two weeks now - crisscrossing the Northwest in search of trains and fun. But, it wasn't the railfaning that had brought us out here. It was the dressing up and going out as two middle-aged woman in a different city that had lured us away from our families - well, mine anyway. Rebecca was about to lose hers. Her wife and married son no longer wished to see her anymore. It was a shame; Rebecca was a super-nice person who could no longer live with the lie she had been dealing with for all her life. "I guess you have a point," I told her. "The tracks could be far enough from the road that we couldn't see them in this crap." I felt the truck slide slightly on the snow-covered road. So much for the theory that 4-wheel drive vehicles didn't slide on ice. "Maybe we should head south towards Billings," I said. "The roads should be clearer than this back road, although this road doesn't look to bad considering all the snow that has fallen over the past hour." "Sounds like a good idea to me," Rebecca said turning to look out at the snow. "It is pretty to look at though." She had been born Rodney Allen, a lovely person who I admired for many reasons. We were both TG individuals who had met years ago at a support group meeting. It wasn't long before we discovered we had many of the same likes and dislikes - including trains. Back then, Rebecca had thought she was a crossdresser, but over time realized she was really a woman trapped in a man's body. Her discovery had put a strain on our relationship, not because I minded but because my wife didn't want her showing up at our house as Rebecca. My wife barely tolerated my crossdressing on a part-time basis and we had long ago agreed I wouldn't crossdress in front of the kids. While I had an obligation toward my wife's feelings, I felt guilty about pushing my friend away. We kept in touch by phone but our friendship suffered as a result. Rebecca's family was even less open to the idea about her going full time. Her wife threatened to leave and her son made it clear she would never see him and her grandkids again if this happened. There had been a few other things her son had said - nasty things that had hurt my friend deeply. Now in her mid 50's, Rebecca was looking at starting all over again. I had to admire her, I didn't think I could do the same thing if I were in her shoes. This trip had been my suggestion. Rebecca hadn't gone full-time yet, as there were still a few more details to work on: like telling her boss. She was a private tutor for young kids and there wasn't any doubt about what would happen to her job after she came out. Already a few of her co-workers had commented to her boss about how feminine Rodney seemed to be dressing at work these days. The principal of the school had warned her a few times about wearing jewelry to work and her long hair. It would only be a matter of time before a parent found out they had a transsexual teaching their son or daughter and her career would be over. I thought maybe the trip, one last chance to relax before the shit hit the fan, would do her some good. So we would drive to a new city and treat ourselves to a day as Jenny and Rebecca. We would visit the malls, go to movies, eat dinner as women, and just enjoy ourselves. The trip was a welcome distraction that Rebecca needed at the moment. In between our stops we would do some train watching, visiting places each of us had read about in our railroad magazine. So far, the trip had been a big success but in another day we would have to head back home to Indiana. I knew Rebecca was dreading it and to be honest, so was I. Oh, I missed my family dearly but spending all this time on the road with Rebecca and most of it dressed as Jenny had been a wonderful experience. "Try and find out where we are again," I told her again. For our safety, we both dressed as males on the trips between towns. I was fortunate to be shorter and more of the height of a normal woman. But, Rebecca was over 6 feet tall and tended to stand out in a crowd. "I can't make heads or tails of this," she responded. "Do you see a highway sign anywhere?" "Not since we turned onto this road. Maybe we should -" I never got to finish my sentence. There was a loud pop and steam started rolling out of the front of the car. "Oh Shit," I cursed. This wasn't going to be good. I pulled the truck over to the side of the road and popped the hood. I went outside and lifted the hood to see what the damage was; it turned out to be the radiator. The wind picked up and I realized how much colder it made the winter storm feel. Walking in this weather was out of the question. "It's the radiator," I told Rebecca getting back into the truck. My entire body felt frozen and I had only been out there a couple of minutes. "What do we do now?" "Pray we don't freeze to death in the process of getting help," I told her. "If we're lucky I can nurse the truck to a town where we can get it fixed. The only problem is, I don't know where the next town is." As if it were an answer to our prayers, the lights of a snowplow appeared in the distance heading right toward us. "I'll see if he can tell us where the next town is," I told Rebecca. I stepped back outside into the freezing wind and flagged the truck driver down. He rolled down his window and gave me a stare. "I'm having car trouble," I told him. "Can you tell me where the next town is?" The man looked over at my friend and then at me as if he was unsure what to say. "Hey buddy - I'm freezing out here. Can you help me out." "Andersonville," he replied. "How do I get there?" I asked. The truck driver was starting to give me the creeps. If I didn't know better I'd have guessed he would have rather have us freeze than help us out. "Go down about 2 miles and turn right at the white farm house. Go about 5 more miles and you'll run right into it. Andersonville Auto shop is the third block down, you can't miss it." "Thanks," I replied with a smile. "Lots of snow out here today." The man looked up at the sky. "I've seen worse." Then he gunned his motor and took off down the road. "Strange guy," I told Rebecca getting into the car. "He would say the same about us if he knew who we were," Rebecca laughed, causing me to do the same. No matter how bad the situation was my friend always had a way to make me laugh. "So what did he say?" "There's a town with an service shop about 7 miles away. If we're lucky, the truck will get us there without us having to stop again. Let's just hope we have enough anti-freeze to make it. What time is it anyway?" "Almost 8am. Hope they have a restaurant in this town." "If they do I'll buy you breakfast," I said. "How does that sound?" "Sounds just fine to me Jenny." I grinned. "I thought it would. Just remember to call me Jerry when we get there. I doubt if these small town folks are as open minded as those in the big cities. And find out where Andersonville is on the map. Maybe we can figure out where in the hell we're at." I started up the truck and threw it in gear. ****** "Unit 21, what the HELL do you think you're doing?" Colonel Myers was hopping mad at what had just transpired. The snowplow driver was supposed to have led them away from Andersonville not point them in the right direction. "Doghouse, they were having serious car problems," the plow driver replied back on the secure line. "If I hadn't helped them out they may have frozen out there. The weatherman is calling for another 16 inches of snow before tonight." "Then why didn't you call for a tow truck from one of the other towns?" The Colonel wanted to reach through the radio and choke the man. "I'm sorry sir - I didn't think of that." "Well think of this soldier, we don't allow visitors in Andersonville - NEVER! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" "Yes sir," the man responded back swiftly. "Consider yourself on report and return to base." Colonel Myers flipped off the radio in anger before the man had a chance to reply. "He's only human Barry!" Jeff mentioned to his superior. "He thought he was doing the right thing back there." "Well he wasn't," the Colonel snapped back. "We can't have people visiting our town. What happens if others find out about our little hideaway? Think of it!" "I got some information on the driver if it helps," the Sergeant said while holding out some papers. Colonel Myers took a moment to calm down before replying. "Okay, what have you got Jeff?" "The truck is registered to a Jerry Kohl from Indianapolis, Indiana. He's married with two kids, 6 and 7. He's 42 years old and works at a place called Software One - I'm looking it up now on the computer. No priors, a couple of traffic tickets. Sounds like a pretty normal guy. "And what about the other one?" the Colonel stated factually. "For all we know he could be a mass murderer." "Come on Barry - somebody this clean wouldn't be hanging around with a person like that." "You can guarantee me of that Jeff? Maybe the guy is a hitchhiker who Mr. Kohl picked up along the way. He may not be aware of who he has sitting next to him." The Sergeant could see his boss was very nervous. "Look Barry, we'll get them in and out of town in a couple of hours," Jeff reassured him. "By the end of the day they won't even remember being in Andersonville." "They shouldn't be here in the first place," his boss replied in a very unhappy tone. "Make sure they don't run into any of the temps while they're here - understand. I don't want to have to make them residents. And get some of our people into town right now - code Alpha 1. We can't present these two guests with a ghost town. It's supposed to have almost 35,000 residents, let's make it appear that way to them." "Yes sir," the sergeant replied formally and left, leaving his boss to stew in his anger. 'One lame-brained idiot has placed the entire operations in jeopardy,' Colonel Myers kept saying to himself. He wished those programmers would get their act together and fix the problem with the temps eyes. The Colonel's private phone rang and he picked it up. It was one of his men informing him that the transport van was about 10 minutes out. Barry Myers slammed down the phone and cursed loudly several times - he had forgotten about the five new residents scheduled to arrive this morning. With the temps off the street his security was compromised. He decided to call a quick conference with his men to see what could be done to make sure none of these prisoners escaped. ****** Luck was smiling on us. I was able to limp the truck into town without having to stop again. The mechanic took one look at the trouble and smiled. His smile told me this was going to cost me a bundle by the time he was through. "I'll have to order a new radiator from Lewistown," he said. "Fortunately for you my driver is already there picking up another part. I should have you fixed up by noon." "Great," I told him. "Can you recommend some place around here to eat. I'm kind of tired of eating at McDonald's all the time." "Best restaurant around here is Sherry's. Go down two blocks and turn right. They have the best breakfast in town." We thanked the mechanic and started heading in that direction. I looked around and took everything in. What amazed me about Andersonville was its size and how clean it was. This town seemed to be prospering rather well. What I found strange was the lack of people on the street. I guess most were trying to stay out of the cold, although it seemed a lot warmer here than it did on the road coming in - maybe about 20 degrees warmer and I noticed there wasn't nearly as much snow on the ground. We walked by the Courthouse; a huge impressive building that caught my friend's eye. She gave me a grin. "I'll catch up with you in a minute," she told me. "I have to check it out and see what it looks like inside." "Can't it wait until after breakfast? It looks like we're going to be here for a while anyway." "Come on Jenny, we usually don't eat this early anyway. Look, why don't you hit the dress shop over there and I'll meet you at the restaurant in 15 minutes." "Fine," I agreed. I watched her cross the street and headed to dress shop up the block. If I found something I liked I could always tell the clerk I was buying it for my wife. ****** "Did you hear that?" Corporal Edwards said to Jeff. The three soldiers were huddled around the listening post that Edward was in charge of. Each of them had a set of expensive headphones on. "The one guy called the other man Jenny. And why did he suggested to him that he check out the dress shop?" With the temps off the street there wasn't any way to follow the stranger's movements so the men in the bunker had to rely on their listening devices planted around town. Due to the breakdown in the security, all the police officers were at the courthouse watching over the prisoners, leaving no one available to physically watch their two visitors. "What's going on?" Barry Myers demanded to know. "Sounds like we have a couple of fruitcakes sir," Edward replied. "Why in the HELL isn't anyone watching them?" Colonel Myers asked angrily noticing Jeff and Mac were both listening in on the conversation. "Sir, all our manpower is either at the courthouse or hasn't arrived yet," Jeff answered in a straight, military tone. "We just barely got someone to the restaurant they're headed to. "Goddamn it - get some temps in the windows so we can see what the hell they're doing. I told you to make sure they didn't run into any of the temps Jeff - I didn't say pull the plug on them." "Yes sir," Jeff respectfully snapped back. He had never seen his boss so jumpy before. "You heard him Mac - let's get some eyes on them." ****** Rebecca entered through the front door of the courthouse. There was no one to greet her, but she did hear some sounds coming from behind a set of doors that appeared to be the courtroom. She debated about going in and decided against it - it may upset the Judge. Instead, she walked around admiring the artwork on the walls and ceiling of the entranceway. It was by far one of the most beautifully courthouses she had visited. There was a door with a sign that read: 'Balcony'. Since there was no one looking, Rebecca didn't see the harm of checking it out. Quietly she walked up the stairs and entered into an unfinished room. It appeared at one time this had been part of the courtroom but now it was sealed off and used for storage. She noticed a small window off to one side that still overlooked the courtroom. She decided to check out the trial going on. From the window, Rebecca could see it was a large courtroom with several rows of elaborate, dark wood benches. In front was an equally impressive bench where the judge was seated. She was an older woman who displayed an air of dominance about her. Rebecca counted no less than four police officers in the room - along with a young lady who must have been the court reporter. The person on trial was a fat, middle-aged man who was hanging his head. Apparently whatever the Judge had said to him had had a dramatic effect on his consciousness. The Judge said something else that Rebecca couldn't understand then lifted her hands in front of her, placing the palms together as if she was carrying something. To Rebecca's amazement the Judge's hands started to glow and a small ball of light came out of her palms. She watched in half shock and excitement at what happened next. The ball of light shot out of the Judge's hands and struck the man standing in front of her somewhere around the chest. The man stepped backward slightly as if he were going to fall then regained his balance. Almost immediately changes started happening to him. Rebecca watched in pure amazement as his hair started spurting out of the back of his head while changing colors from his original gray to solid black. His weight started disappearing as his hips grew wider and higher - giving him a more female appearance. Then his clothes changed as well, transforming from an orange jumpsuit into a professional, tan skirt suit. "Welcome to your new life Mrs. Abbot," the Judge said to the new woman who had once been a man. "Officer Merrick, will you make sure she gets to her car okay." The Judge disappeared into her chambers followed by the young woman who didn't look to be any older than 17 or 18 years old. The officers drifted off as well, leaving the courtroom empty. Rebecca sat down against the wall trying to catch her breath. She was hyperventilating with excitement over what she had just seen. She had to tell Jerry about this right away. Her dream to become a real woman was about to come true. ****** "Well," the Colonel demand, "have you found him yet?" "I'm still looking sir," Jeff responded nervously. He had several temps looking out the window now but they could only spot one of the men. He had entered a dress shop, which caused the Sergeant to wonder who they were dealing with. The other man couldn't be found. "Keep looking," Colonel Myers ordered in a military tone. "He couldn't have gone too far." "Found him sir," one of Jeff's temps announced. The Sergeant breathed a sigh of relief. "Where?" Colonel Myers barked. "Walking down the street from sector 5," the temp said. "I didn't catch were he was coming from. Seems to be in a hurry - more like he's trotting than walking." "Does he look scared? What's in the area that he could have come out from?" Barry demanded to know. "An office supply shop, a bank, and a plumbing store. There's also the Courthouse." The Colonel's face went pale. "Sir, I doubt he was in there," Jeff responded. "From what I can tell he seems to be in a good mood. Maybe he just went for a walk around the block." "And maybe he was snooping around the Courthouse while the Judge was holding trial. Get Officer Merrick on the horn - NOW!" The Colonel saw his career starting to slip away. ****** The dress shop had been something of a bust. A man, and not a very knowledgeable one at that, ran the store. Not only did he not have any idea were anything was, he seemed almost embarrassed to be there. I walked into the restaurant across the street and took a seat by the front window. Something bothered me about this town - it was the lack of people. Granted, it was a cold day but I didn't pass anyone on the way nor was the auto traffic very busy. Even now I would see an occasional car drive by but not enough in what you would expect to see in a town this size. A young lady came out of the back wearing a pink waitress uniform that was too big on her and looked as if it had been thrown on in a hurry. As a crossdresser, I tended to notice things like that more than the average man did. "Can I get you some coffee sugar?" "Decaf please." Since my heart attack five years ago, my doctor had ordered me to avoid as much caffeine as possible. Years ago I had stupidly thought I would live forever and had forsaken taking care of my body. It had reminded me one day with a devastating heart attack, one that almost took my life. And I was only 37 at the time - who would've believed someone so young would have a heart attack. I certainly didn't. "Kind of quiet around here, isn't it?" I said to her while she poured me my coffee. In fact, the dinner room was empty except for me. It didn't seem natural that I would be the only customer in the restaurant at this time of the day. "It'll pick up soon," she said with a smile. "Do you want to order now or wait for your friend to show up?" I looked up at her suspiciously. "How do you know I'm with someone?" The waitress blushed slightly. "My boyfriend works down at the auto shop. He told me you were coming." I nodded my head with suspicion. There was something strange about this town, it made me nervous, and now I was beginning to feel paranoid. I chuckled at how stupid I was acting. Imagine, an entire town watching us while trying to hide some dark secret. What a silly idea! Still, I couldn't shake the fact that Andersonville felt like something out of the Twilight Zone. "I'll wait," I replied with a smile. She returned my smile and disappeared into the back again. A few minutes later the door opened and Rebecca walked in with a look of great excitement on her face. "Jerry, you won't believe this," she babbled out. I put my finger to my mouth. "Keep it down, will you. Now what's up?" My friend sat down across from me like she had just won the lottery. "You won't believe this man, I've discovered something incredible! No, not incredible, wonderful! You just won't believe it." Our waitress came back out and asked if we were ready to order. I settled for a small stack of pancakes but my friend could hardly contain herself to look at the menu. She finally ordered the special just to get rid of the waitress. "Okay, now what did you find out?" Considering the strangeness of this town I was pretty intrigued at this point. "They change men into woman here," he replied excitedly. "I saw them do it to someone less than 15 minutes ago. Jerry, it's like a dream come true." "Slow down here for a minute Rebecca. What did you see?" "Well," Rebecca responded with joy, "there was this man standing in front of this female Judge who looked to be about 50 years old. This Judge held her hands together and something shot out of it, like a ball of light. A few moments later he was changed into an attractive, young woman. Jerry, I've found paradise." "Hold it Rebecca - think about what you're saying. First, this place isn't even on the map. Second, while the people seem friendly enough, it's also obvious they don't want us around. And third, we don't know what the hell is going on here." "Jerry, don't you get it? That man must have wanted to become a woman just like me. Do you know what happened afterwards - she thanked the Judge? Don't you get it? If this person didn't want to become a woman then she would have been hollering about it. Jerry, I can finally see my dream come true. I can be a woman - I can be whole!" "Rebecca, for Pete's sake slow down and think about this. What happens if you're wrong? Or if the price of being changed into a woman means you can't leave here again? What about your family?" "They don't want to see me anymore Jerry. When I start living full time as Rebecca, I'll be dead to them. Look, we can both make a new life here. Andersonville doesn't seem that bad of a place." "We? Now hold on Rebecca," I said while trying to remain calm. "I have a life back in Indiana. My wife and kids are waiting for me to come back home. I'm not about to abandon them." "Jerry, think about this. We can both be woman, maybe even real sisters. They must supply you with a new life. Think of the fun we can have." "Damn it Rebecca," I swore angrily, "I'm a crossdresser, not a transsexual. I happen to like being a man and I also like my current life. That's the difference between you and me. If you want to stay in Andersonville then fine! But when my truck is fixed I'm getting the hell out of this town and forgetting that it even exists." "You have to stay!" she insisted. "They're going to find out about you anyway and they won't be too happy when they find out you left." "Look, we can leave together and you can come back later on," I countered. "What happens if I can't find this place again," Rebecca explained. "What happens if this place only appears every hundred years like that town in England - what's its name, Brigadoon?" "Come on Rebecca, you can't seriously think that's what this place is." "Jerry, there's something magical about this place - don't you feel it?" The truth of the matter was I did. I knew exactly what my friend was saying. I heard the door open and observed a police officer walk into the room and take a seat at the counter. The waitress gave him a welcoming smile as she poured him a cup of coffee. "That's one of the officers who was in the Courtroom," Rebecca whispered to me. "Wait a minute, you didn't say anything about cops being there," I replied with caution. "Maybe this guy was a bad man and turning him into a woman was his punishment." "If that's their form of punishment around here than I'll take it," Rebecca answered back in a humorous fashion. I didn't laugh at her comment. I could see my friend wasn't thinking clearly about this anymore. All she could see was her greatest desire becoming a reality. "Think about this Rebecca," I tried reasoning. "What do you think the cops were there for, as material witnesses? Rebecca, this doesn't feel right!" "I'm going to go talk to him," she told me with a grin. "No!" I replied back in a panic. "Let's think about this a little longer." "I can't Jerry, I've waited all my life for this opportunity. I'm sorry buddy, I'll try to make sure they release you after they're done with me." "Come back," I said in a loud whisper. By this time the officer had heard us talking and was looking at us strangely. Rebecca approached the officer and said a few words to him. The cop listened for a moment and nodded, then turned his head toward me; he had a serious look on his face. I decided it was time to get out of here before he called for backup. I started walking toward the door but in a blink of an eye the officer was standing in front of me. "You're not thinking of leaving without paying for your meal - are you Mr. Kohl?" the cop asked in a serious manner. I noticed his nametag said 'M Merrick'. "How did you know my name if we haven't even met before?" I demanded to know in a scared and weak voice. A thin smile appeared on his face. "Why don't we go see the Judge and talk about it." "I'll rather not," I told the officer. If my friend was telling me the truth, there was no way of knowing what I would end up as. All I wanted was to get back to my truck and put as many miles as I could between this crazy town and me. "I'm afraid I must insist," the police officer said in a rather formal tone. I turned to begging. "Please, just let me go. I promise I won't say anything about what I've seen here." "Jerry, it's going to be okay," Rebecca said calmly with a smile. "Shut up you stupid fool!" I gave her an angry look. "Where do you think you are, in the land of wishes? "Let's go, both of you," the cop said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door. The strength of this man was amazing, I knew I would never be able to break free from him. Rebecca followed behind on her own power. "You're hurting me," I protested. "Promise me you won't try to run away and I'll let you walk there on your own," he offered. "I promise." Seeing how fast the man could move I knew I couldn't outrun him. We were led inside the Courthouse and down the hallway to a small office where a young, teenager girl was working. She gave us both a momentary, sad look that seemed to indicate our visit with the Judge wasn't going to be all that pleasurable. "She'll be with you in a minute Mark," the girl said looking back at us with a long face. Rebecca didn't seem to notice. All she could think about was that soon she would be rid of her male body nature had cursed her with. I didn't say anything to her but I had my doubts about that too. An attractive, blonde-haired woman joined us in the outer room a few minutes later. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a white, feminine blouse. The blonde-haired lady looked both of us over carefully. "Hi Mark. Are these the two visitors?" 'Visitors' - I hope that would still be the case after the Judge was through with us. "Yes," he replied keeping a keen eye on me. Apparently, the officer wasn't too concerned about Rebecca who was sitting nearby with a huge smile on her face. Two more officers entered the room and I gasped when I saw them. Their eyes seemed to twinkle back at us. The intercom buzzed and the young woman picked up the phone, said a few words, and put it back down. "The Judge wants to see you and Dr. Green first," she told the cop. Officer Merrick nodded at the two other officers and said, "keep a good eye on them." The two ladies and the officer disappeared behind the wooden door. "What do you think they're talking about?" Rodney asked. "What do you THINK they're talking about you jerk!" I snapped. "Our deaths." I looked at both officers standing in front of the entrance. With luck we could overpower them and get away. But then I realized it would be a futile effort; Rebecca wouldn't help me escape and even if I did get past the two cops on my own there was no place for me to run. I was trapped and the people in charge knew it. "Jerry, I'm sorry for getting you into this. But I had to do something." The door opened and Officer Merrick stepped out. "You can go now," he told the two officers. They left us alone with just this officer Merrick. "You don't get it, do you," I said to Rebecca. "This isn't like finding a bottle with a Genie inside who grants you three wishes. We have no idea what's going to happen to us. If they can change men into women then they can change us into something else as well. "Keep quiet," the officer told me. I gave him an angry glare. "Why, because I'm telling her the truth?" I snapped at him. "This isn't the Land of Oz and you're not our Fairy God Mother. So what the hell is going to happen to us Officer Merrick?" "You'll find out soon enough," the police officer replied grimly. The door to the Judge's chambers opened up and the blonde-haired lady who I guessed was Dr. Green stepped out. "Rebecca, if you would come in now." She had a pleasant smile on her face. "See, I told you buddy. She even used my female name. Wish me luck!" As she strolled into the Judge's office I couldn't help but think my friend was walking into some kind of ambush. The door closed behind her leaving me alone with the officer. I sat there sulking. What would happen to me and to my family? The people in charge of this place wouldn't let me go now, I was sure of that. And without me around to influence my kids' lives, how would they turn out? Damn it, they needed a father in their lives. "Do you mind if I get a drink of water," I asked the officer. "Wait here." In a blink of an eye, he was suddenly handing me a glass of water. I took the glass and thanked him. "You're pretty fast," I commented. He nodded but didn't say a word. "Officer, I'm sorry for being rude to you a few minutes ago. I'm usually not like that, really." "I guess you could say I didn't catch you on your best day," he said with a small grin. "That's for sure. I'm normally - " A small scream from the other side of the door interrupted my thoughts. I tried to stand up but Officer Merrick put his hand on my shoulder and held me down in the chair. "Relax - he's not hurt," the officer told me. "Then why did he scream?" I wanted to know. It sounded like the scream of a small boy. "You'll find out in just a minute," the cop replied. "The Judge is almost through with him." As if on cue the door to her office opened up and Dr. Green stepped out holding the hand of a small child - a male child. There were giant tears on the boy's face. "Danny, I want you to sit down next to Officer Merrick until I'm done with your friend." The boy did as he was told, giving me the saddest look I'd ever seen anyone give me before. I knew who it had to be. "Rebecca?" The boy stood in front of me with tears on his cheeks and nodded. I turned and faced the doctor who was standing there in the doorway with a pleasant smile on her face. "Why did you do this?" I demanded to know. "You knew she couldn't stand being a male anymore." But the doctor made no attempt to answer my question "The Judge will see you now, Mr. Kohl." She made a motion for me to follow her in. I looked down at the boy and then at the officer - I really didn't have a choice did I? So I got up and followed her into the Judges chambers. Judge Herns was nothing like I expected. She was seated behind her desk but didn't seem like the stern type of person I had been expecting. Her assistant was seated beside her with a notebook in her hands. The doctor pointed me to a seat in front of the judge's desk and took her spot by the window. "Good morning Mr. Kohl," the Judge started off in a pleasant tone. "I must say, I wasn't expecting you or Mr. Allen to be in my presence today." "If I told you this was just a big misunderstanding would you let us go?" I asked politely. The Judge chuckled slightly. "This isn't a misunderstanding Mr. Kohl. Your friend sought me out in the hopes I would change his life - and so I did." "Rebecca sought you out in the hopes you would change her into the woman that she is Your Honor, not a little boy," I corrected her. "Yes, I suppose you're right," she sighed slightly. "I'm afraid Danny is going to have a hard life ahead of him." "Why?" I demanded to know. I tried to ask in a way that didn't sound angry but my anger was starting to show. "A number of reasons which I'm not going to get into." Her tone was calm and cool. "Since you've no business with me - you're free to go. I understand your truck should be ready soon." "But what about my friend?" I protested. "He's now a citizen of Andersonville Mr. Kohl. He won't be going with you." "But turning him into a little boy is a death sentence Your Honor! You can't leave him that way!" "Why not? He was rather insistence that I changed him. I've done my part - now he has to live with the consequences." The Judge gave me a stern stare that indicated she wasn't going to argue the matter with me. "What kind of person are you?" I asked angrily. "Turning her back into a little boy was the worst thing you could have done to her. Why not just cut her throat - it would be more merciful." "I disagree Mr. Kohl. Turning her back into a small boy will make her stronger. She will learn to live with disappointment." "She's already DONE THAT!" I yelled. "She's had to live as a woman trapped in a man's body all her life. Making Rebecca relive her personal hell one more time doesn't benefit anyone." "Watch your tone Mr. Kohl," the Judge warned me sternly. "While I understand your concern it's best you remember where you're at. I set the rules here." She thought for a moment and continued. "However, you do make a strong argument for your friend. Maybe we can work out some kind of arrangement." "What kind of arrangement?" Somehow, I knew I wasn't going to like what the Judge had in mind. "A simple one. I'll turn your friend into the girl he wants to be providing you agree to stay here with us." The Judge's offer was like a nightmare; having to choose between my best friend's quality of life and my own family. "There has to be another way," I told her. "What happens to my family when I don't return?" "A fair question," Judge Herns responded. "If you choose to stay I'll make sure your family is well taken care of. I'll provide your wife and kids with a suitable father who'll raise them the way you wanted them to be raised. No one will remember you existed, not even your brothers or sisters. In a sense, you'll be wiped out of everyone's memories. Only your deeds will remain and everyone will remember them as being done by someone else. "And if I decide to leave then I have to live with the fact I had a chance to save my friend from a life of misery and chose selfishly." "Your friend was the one who was selfish, not you," she explained. "He was willing to sacrifice your life to fulfill his dream." "You don't know my friend Judge," I shot back. "All her life she's wanted just one thing; to have a body that matched her brain. Because of who she is - Rebecca has suffered at the hands of other people who thought they were better than she was. She's lost everyone for having the guts to stand up and say she couldn't live a lie anymore. Then she sees an opportunity to make her dream come true - how can I blame her for doing what she did? It was like throwing a drowning person a life preserver; of course they're going to grab at it. I would've done the same thing." "I'm not going to argue the point Mr. Kohl," Judge Herns interrupted. "But getting back to what you said earlier, if you decide to leave you won't remember anything that happened here today. So you see, there will be no guilt to live with." "But my friend still remains as a little boy." "Yes," the Judge replied. "If he had remained behind that would have been a unselfish act and I would have granted his wish. Now, his fate rests on your shoulders." "That's a horrible thing to do to me Your Honor. Even if I don't remember my decision, I still have to make it. Either way, someone pays for how I decide." "But only one person suffers," the Judge responded softly. "If you stay, I'll turn your friend into a beautiful, young woman and give her a life that she'll be happy with. As for you, I'll provide you with new life as well, one that you will find both pleasant and fulfilling. "But - but I love my kids Your Honor." I pleaded to her sense of family. "I can't let go of them." "Then you must do what is right for you. I'll give you until tomorrow to make your decision. "I can't make a decision by then," I cried. Dr. Green intervened. "Judge, perhaps you could do something to help Mr. Kohl decide." "What do you have in mind Dr. Green," Judge Herns asked. I had a sinking feeling that the Judge already knew what the doctor was going to suggest. "Since you're offering Mr. Kohl a new life, perhaps you should let him live it until tomorrow. Knowing what's in store for him for the rest of his life will make it easier to for him to decide." "Now wait a minute," I started to say but the Judge waved me off. "Dr. Green is correct Mr. Kohl. Knowing how you'll be living for the rest of your life will make it easier to decide. Sit still please." I tried to move but found my body suddenly frozen in the chair - as if some force was holding me in place. The Judge lifted her arms and closed her eyes. I noticed her lips were moving but I couldn't hear any words coming out of them. I looked over at the doctor but she stood there giving me a comforting smile as if nothing was out the ordinary. I looked over at the young teenager who was giving me a sympathetic look at my fate. Then I noticed a ball of energy rising from the Judge's hands. It glowed and despite what it was intended to do, I found it to be rather pretty. When it rose completely out of her hands, the Judge opened her eyes and stared right at me. The ball of light/energy darted right at me and hit me in the chest. I didn't feel a thing when it entered - it was almost as if my body absorbed whatever it was. But then I felt changes, horrible changes, happening to my body. My hair started growing at a tremendous rate. Even the bald spot on the back of my head seemed to be covered with hair. My body shrank in size and the extra weight I carried disappeared to give me a lean, skinnier waist. My hips moved up and outward and the muscles in my arms and leg disappeared - giving me a more feminine look. Then there seemed to be a great deal of activity in the chest and groin - and I watched in semi-horror as two lumps started to grow out of my chest to become breasts - WOMEN'S BREASTS. I suddenly felt a strange sensation in my groin and I knew what was happening to me. The Judge had decided I would live the rest of my life as a female. My clothes were going through a change as well. My pants came up and spilt becoming a short, flowered skirt. My shirt changed to a cute, blue blouse while my old brown coat became a high school jacket. I felt, with some fascination, a bra wrapped itself around my two, new breast and a pair of hose worked their way up my legs. Then my old, ratty tennis shoes turned into a pair of black, female shoes. "I'm sure you won't have as much trouble adjusting to your new clothes as some of our other residents," the Judge said with a wink. I was scared and slightly upset that the Judge had decided to let everyone know in the room that I wasn't a stranger to wearing woman's clothes. I tried to stand up but found myself a little shaky after the transformation. The blonde-haired doctor rushed over to help me up. "This isn't what I wanted," I told her somewhat boldly. "Then you have until tomorrow to figure out what you want to do. For the time being you'll be known around town as Jane Harper, the doctor can fill you in on the rest. I'll see you tomorrow at 8:30. Oh, and Miss Harper - I expect you to behave and act as a young lady now. If you don't, I'll be very disappointed." Somehow I knew that disappointing this Judge wasn't a good thing. The doctor held my arm and gently helped me out the door. Rebecca, or rather Danny, was still waiting for us in the office with Officer Merrick. When she saw what they had done to me she began to cry. "No, it should be me in that body. Jerry, tell them they made a mistake." I got angry with my friend for acting this way. I had just been turned into a woman - a teenager at that - and all she could do was cry that it wasn't her instead of me. "Shut up you asshole," I yelled, causing the young boy to cry even louder. I felt guilty about what I did but inside it made me feel good. I knew Rebecca was suffering more than I was but I didn't care at the moment. "Jane, your friend is upset," Dr. Green tried to explain but I cut her off. "So am I doctor! If she had listened to me in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess; and I wouldn't have to choose between my family and her happiness." "What?" Danny asked in surprise. "What do you mean? What is she talking about." "Look," Dr. Green said in a frustrated voice, "stop arguing. Now let's get both of you up to my office where we can talk." She took Danny's hand and led the way while I followed. Officer Merrick gave me a grin and went off in the opposite direction. We walked up to the second floor where her office was located. "Jane, I'm going to talk to Danny first. I want you to sit there until I'm ready for you." I didn't respond. I sat down on the wooden bench outside her office and watched the doctor pull my friend inside with tears still running down her face. Rebecca was right about one thing; it wasn't fair for me to be in this body; it should have been her. I waited around for a few minutes then decided to leave. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to someone who had been a part of changing me into a woman and besides, I tended to think clearer when I was walking. As I stepped outside I was greeted by the chilly air that seemed to go right through my thin skirt. Apparently this new person I had become dressed for style and not practicality. The cold wind nipped at my legs despite the nylons I had on, forcing me to make a quick decision on where to go. I remembered there was a small mall not far away and decided that was as good as place as any to walk around. I noticed on the way to the mall that the streets were now active with people going to and from; with most of the people being those ones with the funny, twinkling eyes like the two police officers I had seen earlier. A couple of these people even said 'hi' to me as if they knew who I was. They seemed to have no concept that I used to be a man. I hurried along, pushed on by the freezing wind. By the time I got to the mall my legs were frozen. I spent the next couple of hours roaming the hallways and stores of the Andersonville Mall. I counted 27 stores in total, most of them being clothing stores that did capture my interest. I realized being turned into a young woman wasn't that bad - in fact in many ways it was a dream come true. It was wonderful to go into a store and try on stuff that was short and sexy but still looked natural on me. While I passed pretty well in public as Jenny, I never looked natural wearing a skirt or dress that hung above my knees. Now I had a body that was built for such outfits, and it was well stacked. I looked at myself carefully in the mirror at what I had become. I now had long, beautiful blonde hair that went halfway down my back and was feathered in the front. My breasts were a C cup but due to my incredible thin waist they appeared much bigger. My legs were tan and beautiful, one of my features. And I had a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. The judge had made me one sexy looking young woman. I was enjoying myself - so much that I forgot about who I really was and why I was here. But when a young mother passed by holding the hand of a little girl who was about the age of my own daughter, I suddenly felt a pain of guilt. I had an obligation to other people outside this town. My son was depending on me to be there for his baseball games and his troubled teenage years. My precious little girl was expecting me to walk her down the isle one day. And what about my wife, who had put up with this strange dressing hobby of mine and had been there when I was lying flat on my back in the hospital? Didn't she deserve better than having me abandon her like this? Even if she didn't remember me and got a new husband who made her just as happy, hadn't I made a commitment to her on our wedding day in front of a hundred other people and God? My life was no longer my own to do with as I pleased. I spotted a McDonald's across the street from the Mall and realized I was getting hungry. Braving the cold air, I ran over the restaurant and ordered myself a Big Mac and Fries. It had been years since I'd eaten a Big Mac due to my heart condition and my first bite reminded me of how much I missed eating them. Too bad this meal had more fat in it than I was allowed to eat in an entire day. As I sat there eating I began to think about how much I was enjoying this new life - maybe a little bit too much. Sure, it was great now but what would happen when something unpleasant came up - like my first period. Would I still be happy wearing skirts and dresses for the rest of my life or would I end up like Rebecca, feeling trapped in the wrong body? "Mind if we sit down?" a voice asked. It was Dr. Green and that teenager I had seen in the Judge's chambers. I had become so engrossed in my own thoughts that I hadn't seen them show up. "It's a free country," I said in a somewhat neutral tone. The young girl sat down first and scooted over for the doctor. "How's Rebecca doing?" "Not bad considering. He's with his mother right now getting acquainted to his new life. You know, I could have sworn I told you to wait outside my office until I was done with him," the doctor stated before taking a bite of what looked like a grill chicken sandwich. "I wasn't interested in talking doctor. I mean, what is there to talk about? I've been living life longer than you have so what could you possible tell me that I don't already know?" "How about who you are," she replied back slightly annoyed. "I already know all that. My name is Jane Anne Harper. I live at 143 Pleasant View Drive. I'm three weeks shy of my 16th birthday and for some reason I like dressing in outfits that aren't convenient for the weather outside. How's that for starters?" "And your mother's name? Where your father works? How many brothers and sisters you have? Can you answer any of those questions?" Dr. Green asked me. "No," I said honestly, "but then I'm not really interested in knowing those details. I don't plan to be here that long." "So you decided not to stay?" Dr. Green looked at me with intense eyes. "Let's just say I'm leaning that way 'doctor'," I replied back in a somewhat nasty tone. "By the way, who's your friend here? We haven't been introduced yet." "I'm Linda Anderson," the teenage girl answered. "So they named a town after you - how nice," I felt myself getting angry at what they had done to me and started being a little rude toward both of them. "And you're part of all this?" "I'm just like you," she whispered. "A guy?" I asked suspiciously. "We don't ask questions like that around here, Jane," the doctor answered for her. "It's better if you don't know. What's important is that you try out this life so you can decide what you want to do by tomorrow morning." "Do you really think living in this body for 24 hours is going to help me decide, doctor? What it really comes down to is who gets screwed in the end - my family or my best friend. If I stay I'll always feel guilty for abandoning my family. If I leave my best friend suffers, only I won't remember it, which should give me some comfort but it doesn't. That's what I have to figure out here!" "I could help," the doctor offered in a hopeful tone. "No thanks!" I replied back in an acid tone. "Do me a favor DOCTOR. The next time you want to help me out again - DON'T! I'm old enough to handle my own problems without you wet-nursing me along. Have you got that?" Dr. Green frowned and looked like she was going to say something else when I noticed an attractive, middle-aged woman walking toward us. "Hello Carol, Linda," the new lady said. "And Jane Harper. I didn't expect to see one of my students here at this time of the day." I looked at the teenager in semi-confusion. "She means you," Linda told me directly. I looked back at the lady who was staring at me with a slight smile as if she were part of an inside joke. "I'm afraid you got me confused with someone else," I explained. "I graduated from High School years ago." I noticed all three of them were smiling at me now, making me feel just a little bit uncomfortable. "Always the prankster, aren't you Jane," she replied crisply. "But skipping school is a very serious matter. How would you like to be kicked off the cheerleading squad?" "Look Miss," I started to argue. "I don't know who you are but you're making a big mistake. I'm not a student - I'm not even a girl. I'm a 42-year-old father of two. And I don't know anything about this cheerleading squad you're talking about." The new lady seemed unimpressed and then I noticed Linda Anderson was fidgeting nervously in her chair. Apparently, I had just made a big mistake by speaking the truth. "Have you been drinking young lady?" she demanded to know. "What? No, but I wish I had," I told her. This was getting ridiculous. "Look, check with Judge Herns - she'll tell you who I am." "I got a better idea Miss Harper," the attractive woman said to me. "How does 3 days of in-school suspension and a phone call to your parents sound for trying to skip school? Because that's what I'm going to do if you don't come with me right now." It was strange but even though it sounded like a threat she didn't seem that angry. I turned to Dr. Green who was sitting there silently eating her lunch with a rather amused look on her face. "Look, tell her what's going on." "Is she asking me for help Linda?" the doctor asked mock surprise. "I believe Jane said she could handle her own problems and didn't want my help!" "That's what I thought too," Linda agreed a little smugly. I realized they had me - it was time to swallow my pride and eat a little crow. "Okay Dr. Green, I'm sorry. You were right and I was wrong, I do need your help. I apologize for being so rude to you earlier." "And for not listening to me when I told you to wait outside my office?" she added. "Yes, that too," I sigh, then continued. "I've been a bad girl Dr. Green, alright? Now will you please help me out." The doctor beamed at her victory. "Mrs. Miller. Jane had some business with the Judge this morning, that's why she wasn't in class." "But the Judge is done with her now - correct." "Yes," the doctor replied back with a small grin." "Well then," Mrs. Miller smiled. "Then there's no reason for Jane not to be in school now, is there." "School!" I choked out. "Now wait a minute! Dr. Green, tell her what's going on! Tell her why the Judge did this." The doctor gave me an entertaining glance. "But Jane - she's right. Since we don't have anything to talk about I can't see any reason why you shouldn't go back to class. If you recall, that's what the Judge ordered - to live as Jane Harper until tomorrow." "But - but." I couldn't think of a good argument. "Let's go Jane," Mrs. Miller said as she grabbed my hand. "My car is waiting right outside." "Goodbye Jane. Have fun in school today," the doctor said pleasantly. I gave her one of my best glares, which had little affect on her. Apparently she had seen plenty of glares like mine before. Mrs. Miller, who I later found out was the superintendent of Andersonville schools, gave me an understanding smile as we pulled out of the McDonald's parking lot. "You should be able to make your first afternoon class without any trouble," she told me. "What class is that?" I asked glumly. "History," she replied. "Terrific, I hate History." For some reason Mrs. Miller found my response funny and laughed. "Here," she said, pulling a piece of paper out of thin air. "It's your schedule for the rest of the afternoon - along with your locker number and combination." We pulled into the school parking lot and she parked in a spot assigned to her. "Remember who you are Jane," she told me sternly. "I don't want to hear about any trouble from you. I happen to be good friends with the Judge, if you know what I mean." I had a good idea what she meant. Her and the Judge were alike. "Now go on. Your next class starts in five minutes." She walked with me until the hallway 'T', then I went left and she went right. Finding my locker wasn't much trouble. I was surprised to open it up and see a picture of a guy hanging inside the doorway. 'Oh God,' I gasped. 'I have a boyfriend?' He didn't seem bad looking; at least he had a nice smile although he could have been Mel Gibson for all I cared. The last thing I wanted was to get hooked up with a guy. The bell rang and everyone started spilling into the hallway, surrounding me. I felt myself starting to panic being around all these strangers - most of them with those twinkling eyes. "Hey Jane, where have you been?" The guy, whose picture was hanging up in my locker, but with those funny twinkling eyes, came up and slid his hand around my thin waist pulling me close to him. I almost cringed. A girl with long, reddish hair joined us, also with twinkling eyes. "I - I had an appointment this morning," I said. "Nothing serious?" the redhead asked with slight concern. 'No, I only got my gender changed,' I wanted to scream back. "I'm fine," was all I managed to get out before another bell rang. "I have to get to class girls. See you later 'fox'," the boy said to me. Before I had a chance to react he gave me a kiss and took off. I stood there in a semi-state of shock; I'd been kissed by a boy. "I wish I could find someone like Roger," the redhead said to me. I was going to tell the girl she could have him but she grabbed my arm and started pulling me down the hallway. "Come on, our next class starts in less than a minute and you know how Mr. Tackett is." I found myself being drawn down the hallway in utter confusion. ****** Aww, High School! What wonderful memories I have of those carefree days. Unfortunately, today's reality didn't match up the memories I had. I couldn't believe how much I had once known and then forgotten. It was a real eye-opener. Still, if I decided to stay I had something to look forward to, relearning everything again. My new girlfriend, Sandra Smith, was in my last two classes. While she talked a lot about her social life, I sensed she took her schoolwork very seriously. I found out this was true when she started answering the questions our history teacher started putting forth to us. It was amazing and fun to watch her in action. We went to our next class, science in this case, and Sandra was pretty knowledgeable on that subject as well. Finally the last bell rang. "I'm glad this day is over with," Sandra sighed as we put our books away in our lockers. "Me too," I agreed. Being a teenager, male or female was rough. I had forgotten about all the rituals they had to go through. I followed Sandra down the hallway as she continued to talk about some great guy named Steve who played on the football team. Apparently he was younger than she was and she didn't know what to do. It turned out that dating somebody younger than you could damaged your social status at school. If my new friend hadn't been so serious about the matter it would have been comical. When we came to the end of the h