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Gem Starr 2-3: A "Starr" Appears By Ron Dow75 [email protected] Gem Starr 2: A Witch's Brew "What's going on?!!" Jim, now a cutie (and knew it by the feel) with bright orange hair and eyes (which he didn't know) screamed, he was on the ground except for the upper part of the body raised up by the forearms. "Who's out there?!" The back door but not the screen door opened. The dining room's but not the kitchen's lights were on, barely silhouetting the figure. "Are you all right? My husband's head of the MP's!" "Mrs. G.!" Jim yelped. "I have my cell phone: I can call for help!?" the thirty-five- year-old woman said, as both a threat and a suggestion. "No! Don't do that!" he cried, waving a short arm out even as he pushed against the ground with the other. "Don't call! I'll leave, Mrs. Goode!" "Do I know you?!" "Not by looking at me," Jim said, glancing at the breasts hanging underneath the loose barbarian faux furs he was in (the right nearly completely exposed), as he got his feet under him. The floodlights came on. "No!!" Jim cried; he hadn't gotten his balance, and he stumbled backward, down the slope of the back yard. He hit something firm, warm, and with bones. "Whooff!" They tumbled together in a tangle. Until Jim's own firm, warm body squashed the others up against the storm fence at the end of the yard. He bounced off. The woman (definitely a woman) landed on top of his womanly body (damned breasts!). "What are you doing here?!!" she screamed. "Now, of all times!!" And she zapped the intruder with one of her lightning bolts. Jim's body spasmed and expanded. So swiftly did he become a guy again, the woman was thrown from his back. (Damned, wonderful testicles!) "Yes! I'm strong again! And bigger!! I may not be the best size for a star, but it's better than that shrimp's!" "You, you are a guy... But I thought..." "Jim!? Is that you out there?!" Mrs. Goode called out. "I turned off your father's security system to give you a chance to sneak back in after curfew. But if you're bringing home a girl..." Girl!! Jim was seized by a panic. But, no: Girl!! There was a girl with him out in his back yard in the middle of the night. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at her for the first time. What was she, would've been the better question: The teenage girl with hair as green as her eyes wore a loose black one-piece that looked like a tuxedo something, what a woman magician would wear to show off her body (with a red sash belt, holding a dagger and rod); with wide anklets over a long leather shin guards that continued past her knees, and matching silver bracelets and forearm guards that continued past her elbows; a matching medallion over a red lined black opera cape; rings on each finger; and rubber sandals. "Who am I ? Who are You?!!" she demanded, pounding the earth with her fist as she got up onto a flap-covered knee. "I'm the guy who lives here!" Jim told her, matching her by getting up as far as his knee. "You're that guy?!" she was up on both feet now. "It's too late: You can't have her! You hear!!" "I hear real good... Only I don't know what you're talking about!" Jim was a bit slower getting onto his feet, but, boy, did it feel good to be taller than this girl who wanted to look down on him. And his bare arms and legs had the muscles to back up any threats. "I just have to reach her before the celestial midnight!" the girl vowed, turning away from Jim, and towards the house. "Jim?! Jim, are you two doing one of your shows?!" Mrs. G. called out. "You leave Mrs. Goode alone!" Jim cried, grabbing that stupid cape. "Let, Me, Go!!" the strange girl yelled, throwing her leg back. She was higher on the slope; her sandaled foot hit the boy higher than she intended. But she got his manhood, anyway: "Ow!" was his soprano response. "Not again!!" Lighter, now, with a mind that had to adjust to new muscles and reflexes. "Yowp!" he was pulled forward, to land on his knees. Only his grip on the cape kept him from landing on those blasted breasts again. But land on them he did; she had taken the cape off. He looked up, and saw the green haired girl in the nearly backless costume racing up the back yard. He got up, and clambered up the slope in his new, unfamiliar body after her. (There were things inside the cape; and near the top was something like a leather folder.) "Jim! I wish you'd let me know ahead of time about rehearsals!" Mrs. G. said. But Jim wasn't around to answer for himself. "Mrs. G., get inside, and lock the doors! This crazy girl is trying to break- in!" The girl leaped-onto the fence rail, and from there, grabbed for the corbel of the small roof over the porch. "I wish you guys could agree on your, scenarios(?), before you tried them out." "She's going in through the balcony!" Jim cried, and dashed for the end of the deck to try and get there before her. In this stupid shrimpy body he was in now, there was no way he could get there ahead of her-Unless he used one of the "tools of the trade" he had stashed under the deck. === "Jim's dad does not like people using the porch roof," the woman of the house said, opening the screen door. "No, let go of me! I won't be cheated again!" the strange girl cried, yanking her leg from out of the woman's hand. "You're covered with grease!" Glenda Goode said, looking at her hand. "It's not grease," the girl told her, finally able to bring a knee up to the shingles. It slipped off, and so, nearly, did she, as she clung on by one hand. "It's a non-conducting lubricant," the green haired girl said through gritted teeth, struggling to bring her other one up. "I'm not stupid enough to use grease!" "How do you expect to do your stunts with lubricant all over your body?" Mrs. Goode asked. === There were two grapping devices under the deck; one was for Jim, the other for everybody else. Jim doubted this little thing he was in had the upper body strength to use his. It barely got the hook over the balcony railing. Bringing a foot up on the lower bar, he started hurriedly pumping the upper. The ratcheting pulley action quickly lifted him into the air. Jim's thin arms hooked themselves over the balcony rail in time to hear a quiet, amused voice say, "You expect to electrocute me? I thought you were a near genius. Does the thought of me rattle you that much?" His head over the rail, now, Jim saw the green haired girl at the balcony door of the guest room. With one hand she was doing something with the lock, while, with the other, she was loosening her sash belt. "You're the one that girl thought I was!!" Jim yelled, throwing himself at the girl. They broke through the French door. The momentum carried them past the balloon filled with super-epoxy, which splattered uselessly on the floor. But the blinding, strobing lights were set off, along with the deafening volume of a CD of "Ibbity Bibbity Bobbity Boo". In this chaos, Jim wrestled with the girl. "OW!!" they both cried, discovering the carpet had been sprinkled with playing jacks and other small objects, both sharp and round. The girl used Jim to pull herself up. The leather lace that held his faux furs together across his bare right side broke. The girl managed to get enough of her weight under her to leap for the waterbed. Splash! Sparks flew: "YEEAAA!!" she screamed. "She Is being electrocuted!" Jim said, making the mistake of trying to raise himself with one of the wires that went from the floor to a--- Powder was released all over him. It didn't take Jim long to find out that it was, "Itching powder!!" He scratched all of his exposed girl body parts, and, thanks to the unbinding lace at his side, exposed even more of that very unsexy skin; all the while the thin soled dance shoes the faux fur for his "boots" had been sewn to kept finding more objects that wanted to either slip him or stab him. The stopping of the sparks caught his attention; Jim dove for the waterbed. Splash! "What do you think you're doing?!!" the girl demanded, forcing her head above water. "You're not dead!" "Is that what you want?!" the girl cried, bringing a fist from under the water straight at Jim's jaw. Jim's stunt training let him roll with the punch. But not to a knee in the crotch (he Had thought that was an area of a girl that wouldn't hurt so much), and a violent shove against a breast (he already knew they could be hurt). Before he could recover from the attack, he was under the water, the girl on top of him. "If I get rid of you, she'll love me this time!!" she yelled maniacally, pressing his wrists onto his round shoulders. "What??" he asked, just before his mouth was pushed under. He tried the same thing as the girl'd done to him-but she was prepared, and closed her thighs around his knee. He struggled for his life. But she was larger and stronger than He was, now! What an ignominious way for a hero-type to go: Drowned in less than a foot of water by a girl! As a girl!! Suddenly, the girl screamed, and letting go of his wrists as she snapped her back up and away. Jim knew this was his chance: He sat straight up out of the water, shoving the girl back hard with both of his hands. SCRANCH! The girl landed with such force against the waterbed frame she did something to it: What?!! No time to wonder; Jim brought himself to his thighs, and leaped at the girl. If nothing else, the body he was in had strong thigh muscles-he struck the girl as she sat up against the footboard. CRANCH!! The screws that held the footboard to the frame popped loose. There was no support for the plastic liner (except the duct tape) that had replaced the water mattress. The girl and Jim tumbled out of the waterbed, along with the water. "Look what you did!!" Jim yelled. "ME!!? If you could stay out of my life, for once, things like this wouldn't happen!!" (It was then Jim had enough of a break to notice that her one-piece had now opened up to a 'dress': That 'sash' had been the belt that kept the bottom up. Of course, his own faux furs did even less to hide his female body.) "I've never met you before!!" he yelled back at the very strange girl. "If only I had made you smell that Taoist incense!" she cried in frustration as she used the shin guards to help protector her from the things on the floor. "But who knew!?!" "What are you talking about!?! You're crazy!!" "'Who knew'??" she paused in her "football scrimmage" posture as a new thought occurred to her: "You did!!!" She had now become a madwoman, launching herself with berserker strength! "You did this to me!! You had this planned even back then!!" Jim was so unsure about this new body he was in, he retreated, back 'into' the waterbed. Where he slipped on the wet plastic liner; he fell out of the bed. His landing caused the marbles under him to scatter, but not the jacks and other small sharp objects--he would have to land on his right side: Where there was no fur to protect his soft naked skin. (Especially those boobs!) As he was reacting, the girl launched herself at him from the bed (and nearly slipping herself). "You knew I was going to be reborn as a girl!!" Together they tripped another wire, releasing another booby trap: a bag of syrup landed mostly on the girl's bare back as she landed. Jim had moved enough to avoid the brunt of her knees. She ended up straddling him. "You knew the girl would find the incense burner again!!" Jim's bare skin (with only his left side covered, now) touched that of the girl's lower half (her costume was becoming looser and looser further up), as she sought to strangle him with her bare hands: "You knew her memories would be suppressed--" Jim took her hands in his smaller ones, struggling to break the wild girl's grip as he tried to roll them to his right (and, hopefully get that too disturbing skin-against-skin sensation away from his already overloaded brain). "--And my memories of my past life as a guy would be resurrected!!" "Give me a break!!" Jim finally was able to scream, as he turned her over (let those tacks poke through her thin, stupid, costume!) "I can't understand a thing you're ranting while you're yelling at me!!" Her (temporary?) insanity made her immune to pain. She rose up to both strangle (right) and hit (left), while she kicked as best she could. "It was all a plot to torture me!! You thought Dianne wouldn't love me as a girl!!" She had longer arms; she had bigger muscles; she had more adrenaline pumping through her! Jim pushed himself against her in an effort to get away from her. "It didn't work!!" She started to laugh like a loon, now, too! "The girl I used to be was a witch!!" The girl rose up to continue her attack. The syrup on the string that held her costume around her neck stuck it to the carpet. It remained on the floor while she didn't. "I studied everything she had: I became a better witch than she ever was: Because I knew how to think like a guy!" She was nude. The loose sexy magicianess's costume fell away. If she wasn't trying to desperately to hurt Jim (or, maybe, worse!), he would have marveled at that model's body with the large boobs! (Even her pubic hair was green--Man! Jim wasn't a girl! Think about something else, damn it!) "I knew destiny would bring us all together again!" Just as Jim thought he was about to get away from her (and setting off another trip wire), she grabbed his own costume's left side. "I would be ready-- This time I would be the one Dianne would love!!" Jim escaped, but not his costume. As the girl laughed like the crazy nut she was, he felt himself becoming as nude as she was: Only he was naked!! Instead of covering himself, he raised his fists like a professional fighter, ready to take on the girl who didn't think she was girl (Is that what she was raving about?). He also decided that he was a kick boxer. He wouldn't make the first move, but-- "No!!! I can't!! Not until after midnight--Or whenever that celestial time is!! I won't fall in love!! I refuse!!" Dianne was screaming and raving herself. "You have a lot of explaining, young lady!! Two girls screaming and fighting in your room! Breaking everything!! Yet: You tell me not to call the police! There's water coming through the ceiling!!" Mrs. Goode yelled back, on the brink of doing a little raving herself. She pulled her by both arms, as the desperate girl tried to get away. "It's all a plot! That's why I left the boarding school: Witches are after me!" "Witches?! Dianne! I know you have an active imagination, but--" Mrs. G. stopped when she opened the door. The room was a total, a complete, and absolute disaster!! And if that wasn't bad enough, Dianne, her near genius daughter had rigged it up to make things worse! And there were the two girls; the one with her back to them was down on one knee (holding her belly as if she'd been kicked there), and the one facing them was standing over her (more than ready to kick her again). And they were both Naked!! (Orange and green hair everywhere??) "Come, here, girl!!" Uh, oh!! Jim never remembered his stepmother having such a hard edge. "Tell me, Dianne: What's the meaning of this!!" her mother demanded, as she swung her in front of her, and flipped the light switch. "Di...ha, ha...nnn--" Jim made sure the threat to his home did not have the breath to complete whatever she was about to say. Or do! "Look at what you've done!! Look, I say!! Tell me what you could have possibly been thinking!! I know I'm not a near genius, like- -" Livia Goode-Krnak saw that her daughter had her head turned away from the scene as far as it would go on her shoulders, her eyes tightly closed. The woman grabbed the girl by her nose, twisting her head around right--as she spanked her pajama'd bottom. Surprised, Dianne looked, despite knowing better. She saw the crouching back of one girl... And the girl that was the love of her life. Of many, many lives. She felt like she had known her forever. "NO!!!" Dianne screamed, falling to her knees, and crying into her hands. The bag with the pillow feathers finally released them onto Jim's sweaty, very naked female body. It was destiny. Gem Starr 3: A "Starr" is Born! "All right!" Livia Goode-Krnak yelled, holding up her cell phone, her finger near the recall button. "The alarms have been reactivated. Not only will the police be here, but the base MP's: Unless I get some answers!!" "Dianne!!" the second naked girl cried, twisting her body around (look at the size of her boobs! A C, at least!) in her crouched position. Ignoring the two jacks her hand landed on, she stretched out her lithe body towards Livia's daughter; Dianne was sitting on the floor, her lower legs by her sides. "I'm a naked girl, too: Take a look at me!!" the girl with the green hair that was longer in front than back demanded. "I did all of this for you--For us!!" Dianne screamed, and twisted her head away from the crazy girl. "I left Amilion to get away from you, Prudence!!" ("So much for an all girl's boarding school being a safe place," Livia groaned to herself.) "My Name's not Prudence!!" The girl was stepping into a squat just behind her. "I won't call you "Teal"!!" Finding her mother's skirt, Dianne hid herself under it. Not knowing what else to do, Livia pressed her daughter's head against her bare legs. "Okay: Your name is Prudence Teal--" "It is Not!!" yelled, the girl with the long, but not lean body. "There is no Prudence!!" "I can see that!!" the other naked girl (this one with some feathers clinging to her) told the girl, finally coming out of his embarrassment and surprise. Jim Krnak took his small body with the large boobs (semi-conical, no less!) to the tall girl, ready to 'touch' her, if she laid a hand on Dianne. "Dianne, do you know this one, too?" her mom asked, about the girl with (unnaturally) bright orange hair--and eyes! Dianne just shook her head against her mother's knees. "And I don't want to know her!! She put a spell on me, too!" "Spell??" her mom asked. "Spell?! What are you--" Before Jim could finish questioning her, an alto interrupted his soprano: "I'm the only one who put a spell on you!! Me: Not him!! I'm the only one who has a right to love you this time!!" Just as "Prudence" or "Teal", or whoever, started pulling on Dianne by her bathrobe, trying to force her out from under her mother's apron strings--"Stop that!! Leave my step-sister alone!!" Jim ordered, pulling the girl away by one arm around her long neck (damn boobs!), and the other by her upper arm (damn girl skin: Both of them!). "WHAT!?!!" Livia cried, this was the biggest surprise yet. "Stan has another child!?!" "No: NO: NO!!" Dianne wailed in her darkness. "I can't even come home to escape it!" "You can't be him!! I made sure he would never have a chance with Dianne!!" the girl ranted, despite the pressure on her throat. She, then, surprised Jim by using her strong thigh muscles to thrust herself back at him. "Damn boobs!! That hurt!" Jim yelled (what else is new) as he was knocked backwards: To land her bare back and backside on jacks and tacks. The heavier girl landed on top of her (though the back of her legs did not escape the small sharp objects scattered over the floor.) "Dianne can only love a girl: The first live nude she sees under the first full moon!!" she said, twisting around to renew her attack on the girl who had cheated her of her love. (Damn! Damn! Jim thought--keep you're mind on why she's doing this!) "Now Just hold on there!! I did not raise my daughter to, to-- It's just not done where I come from!!" Livia yelled. "Well--She saw me!!" Jim told the woman with the insane determination. He did not believe a word of it, but this loon obviously did: "You're out of luck! Leave my family alone!! Dianne doesn't belong to you: Do you hear!?!!" "NO!!" the tall, firm girl wailed, her hold on Jim became a thrust--And, before anybody could do anything about it, she was up and running for the busted balcony door. "I will not cry!! I will not cry!!" she told her self, but failing. She lost one rubber sandal in the glue on the floor in front of the door. As she disappeared from view, the floodlights went on, and the alarm went off. The police and MP's were automatically notified. Jim's father could be home in minutes (if his duties allowed him. He still had to deal with the hijackers of the truck with the UFO in it, Jim knew.) "You can come out, Dianne," her mom told her, tapping her on the back of the head beneath her apron and skirt. "No!!" her daughter told her, sounding like a little girl again. "The craziest one is gone. And this one..." Livia looked at the girl with the orange hair (all over), sizing her up: "Could you please put something on! You're not helping." Jim looked up at his stepmother, and then lowered his eyes to the boobs that refused to flatten much on his chest (a lot of the feathers had 'molted'). "Er, right. I can't runaway naked. Can I have some of my clothes?" "You certainly can! Where are they?" she said, looking around the ruined room. "In my room," Jim said, getting up, and curling to try and cover himself(?), his hands fractions of an inch from his boobs. (Right now, that seemed more important than the pain he was feeling: Starting with the body ache that had turned him into a girl.) "You can't go back there and get them," Livia stated (to her) the obvious. "You can wear something of Dianne's--" "No!! Not mine!" Dianne whipped her head out, to stare straight up at her mom with big soulful blue eyes: "That's how it all started: Clothes, hair, finger nails, spit--" "I don't want to wear her clothes!!" Jim told his stepmother. To be in girl's clothes seemed like it would be the last, the mortal blow to what very little was left of his manliness. He was supposed to be a he-man, after all! "I'll lend you something of mine, then. But they'll be big. What are you? 5, 4 or 3? I'm 5, 7, almost 8. And that, uh, bust..." she said, shaking her head. "I was talking about Jim's clothes," Jim almost mumbled. "Jim is 5'10"! I should know! And if you think--" Livia looked down. Dianne was crawling past her, towards the hall behind her mom. "No, you don't, young woman!" mom said, 'trapping' her between her leg and the doorway. "I'm sure you know what's going on." "Can we save that until after the police, and maybe Dad gets here?" Jim asked, trying to think how best to cover his naked body while still down on the floor. "I don't want them to see me like this." + + + Jim was in his own room down the hall from the back bedroom with the balcony (his dad had tried several things to try and keep him from "escaping" through the balcony): He had given his feathered and sweat-covered body as quick a wipe down as he could. Next, he had pulled on his "UCLA" varsity sweater with the cut-off sleeves, before he thought to put on any pants. "Aw, gee: These things are so annoying, I nearly forgot about the other half of being a girl!" When he got his briefs, he held them out. "Are they going to fit?" They fit! Thanks to his muscles, at 5' and 9 3/4", he wore a large. They were tighter than he liked, but they fit well enough. "That means I can wear my own pants!" he grinned. And he pulled at the bottom of the sweatshirt, "It feels like I'm wearing a dress, right now." They didn't. He was stuck wearing the 'dress'. As he was about to toss the jeans, he saw how long the legs were. Mrs. G. was right: This girl he was in (it wasn't his body!), was short, 5'4" or something. "I lost 6 inches. No wonder everything looks bigger." He heard the police knock at the door. He crept out of his room, and towards the stairwell. One floorboard creaked. "...What with my husband off on his MP duties (You know he's the head of security on this base? Of course you do), " Mrs. G. said with he most pleasant voice. "...And my daughter home from school (She's been away at boarding school, thanks to my ex-husband. He's a scientist, you know) you cannot be too careful, a woman all alone with children." "Yes, ma'am. Can you tell us where your son is?" "Er, well, he's, that is--" Jim's stepmother fumbled. "I think that might explain everything." The officer did not sound pleased. In fact, Jim thought he recognized the voice. He must have met him before. At least once or twice. "Hello? Delta patrol?" A couple of seconds later, the policeman's walkie-talkie answered. Then, the policeman said, "This is Bakker; it looks like it's a false alarm. A... resident accidentally tripped the system." After the man at the other end answered, Bakker said, "You win the bet." He next said, in a tone that sounded like he was talking to a live person, "Your daughter seems very upset and frightened." "She, uh, can't go back to school. She's going to have to live here, with us, now, I guess. I could send her to live with her dad, I suppose..." Mrs. G. thinking aloud as well as talking to the officer. "Uh, hunh. I'll advise the station," Bakker, clearly implying that the trouble was a certain troublemaker. + + + Jim crept down the stairs in his bare feet and 'dress' sweat shirt. It felt so strange. Being a military brat he had done more than his share of moving about. The military owned the houses on the base, and, like landlords, did not want to change things more than they were forced to. There were times when he would flash on a memory of a similar house on a similar base from earlier years. That sense of "nostalgia" left him thinking, "how small everything had gotten". Now it was "how big everything had gotten". "It is time for the introductions," Mrs. G. said, standing at the bottom of the stairs, her arms crossed under her smaller breasts (funny, Jim had made a point of ignoring her looks until now.) "I don't want to know her!!" came the shout from the living room. "You may not. I do," Livia Goode-Krnak said, looking, still, straight at the face she didn't recognize. "Aw, geez. What can I say..." Jim said, stalling. "The truth? Start with your name." "My name, uhh... It's, you're not going to believe this, but, uh..." "Try me." "It's, it's," and with every syllable the level of his voice became quieter. "Jim," he at last admitted. "First a girl named "Teal", and now "Gem": You two definitely belong to the same organization." "No, not--" Jim's voice rose: "Gem! Yes, that's my name: Gem! That's a girl's name. And she's, I mean, I'm a girl! A girl: That's right! I'm not me, a guy." "So. You admit it?" Mrs. G. either asked or accused. "That I'm not a girl?" Jim said, preparing to have to tell more of the truth. The truth that, at the moment, his manliness wanted desperately to avoid. "I told you! I told you!!" yelled Dianne from somewhere near the dining room. "Then you are after my daughter." Livia was surprised at how calm she was acting. "What!?! No! That's not what I meant by that!!" he said, wanting to got down the stairs all of the way; but she remained unmoved. "I don't want her! She's almost like my sister! I just met her-- And she's not the kind of girl I would be interested in!" "Aaa!" Dianne suppressed her scream. "So: You are interested in girls." "Yes! No!! I'm a girl right now!" Mrs. G. would not let him pass. Jim looked her close in the eye, "Girls should not be interested in girls! At least not that interested! Love scenes are great, but--" Jim realized he had gone just a bit too far. "Get rid of her mom!!!" Dianne screamed, still not allowing herself to be seen. "First I want to have something to call her, to tell the police, in case she, or that Prudence girl bothers you again!" her mom called out to her, not really taking her eyes off of "Gem". "Well, "Gem", do you have a last name to go with, ahem, your first?" Jim began to back up a step, trying to give himself room to think, " "Gem"... "Gem"..., uh, "Gem..."," Jim wrote scripts: He had to come with names all of the time (of course, most of them were taken from the movie he was 'parodying', changed just enough to not make it too blatant a steal). "You said Dianne was your "step-sister"? Are you claiming to be a Krnak: Or is that what you call "more than a girlfriend, less than a...'wife'?" "I told you, I don't believe in that stuff, myself!" "Except for 'love scenes'?" Dianne's mom asked, trying to stay calm. "Aaaa!!" Dianne's suppressed scream was louder this time. Jim stepped back down: "--Look: "Step-sister" means that she's like family. Okay!?!" he said it like he really did mean it (because he did). "I protected her, didn't I!? That Teal girl broke into the house, and I was there to make sure nothing happened to Dianne! I'm her big --aw, geez: Sibling! (I hate that word.)" "'Sibling'? Not "sister"?" "If I have to be: Sister!" Jim said, going out on a shaky limb. And knees. "I don't want you for a sister!!" "I'm not crazy about it, either!!" he called back in the same kind of voice (literally). "Fine. There'll be no adoption," Livia told the strange girl with the orange eyes. "So, now that you're no longer a 'member of the family', what shall we say your last name is?" "Name, name; 'got to have a last name." "Where is that Son of mine!!" Maj. Krnak opened the door so hard, it slammed into its wall. "Yikes!!" "Gem" jumped. Jim had seen his dad like this before: But back then, he was on homeground, not in some "foreign territory" (and nothing could feel more foreign, Jim thought). "What happened, now?" Mrs. G. had switched modes. Instead of defending Dianne, she seemed to want to help Jim. Jim began having second thoughts about not calling her step-mom, "Mom", or something. This can't be an act, right? Not when she doesn't know he's around to hear? "Those two accomplices of his!!" Krnak snarled; but not at his wife. "They found what we were searching under rocks for!!" It sounded as if his professional pride may have been hurt as well. "And, you guessed it: Jim was their leader!! "It's because of those amateur spies, or whatever they thought they were playing at--Bram was an alien, and Jim was a barbarian- -the perps got away!! I just hope forensic doesn't screw up, and bungle identifying the evidence left behind in the truck!" "Did, did they say, uh, wh, what happened to, uh, your son?" the last two words sounded more like a plea. Don't disown me. Stan Krnak looked at the girl. His trained mind noted: Orange hair? Orange eyes?! What!? Weird contact lenses are the latest thing? But he also noted (he had been a talent agent, briefly) that she was around 5'4"; more of her figure, he had to guess at under that baggy sweatshirt of hers (was that his son's?). She was not lean, but well-toned; she had a nice complexion that actually went well with her eyes (strange eyes) and hair (that, too). She was not really beautiful; she was cute, pixyish, even (like her eyebrows). She definitely had nice legs. "Did you say something, uh, Miss?" "About Bram and Tanix?" "I should have known you would know them," he said, noting her age, eyes and hair again. "What did they say happened to Jim!!" "That is classified information," the hard-edged professional told the softer-looking civilian. "And, if you would take my advice, you would forget you ever knew Jim Krnak! He's nothing but trouble!" Jim had heard his dad go on like this before; but because he was 'not Jim' right now, a stranger, as far as, it seemed, he knew, it hurt. "Jim isn't that bad. There are worse people he could be," Jim's old conviction had been left behind in his former body. "Don't tell me that: There are better people he could be! But, no--Not him!" His dad had become wound up on his favorite dis- favorite subject; he started pacing, not really looking at the girl: "He's too worried about "making it" in Hollywood! He thinks all he needs is talent, and the right gimmick, to get noticed! He's in for a very hard awakening! The streets of Lala Land are littered with broken stars! I should know, I used to be one of them!" On his last turn around, his spring winding down (Jim was glad, for one time that night, he wasn't himself. That spiel could go on for nearly an hour), Stan Krnak stopped, as if he'd just thought of something. "Who is this?!" he wanted to know from his wife. "I was trying to find out myself." A moment of destiny had come to Jim. Jim was firmly on track of doing just what his dad didn't want him to do. The more he'd been badgered, the more he'd rebelled, and became even more determined to prove his worth. ...but now, Jim was no longer Jim. He was a 'different' person. Okay, he was a girl, but that really meant he had a chance for a different, separate kind of life, right?! It was up to him/her to decide, right then and there, if he would jump the track and head off in a new direction. "Gem. My name is Gem Starr." He wouldn't do it. He couldn't do it. Dad was right: He would sell his soul for his dream. + + + Slam! Gem Starr ran from Jim's house. He, like Teal, felt like he needed to cry. Only, he couldn't. He was in too great a shock. Had he actually sold his soul? Would he really give up his manliness to be "Starr", the star? Could he actually bring himself to be the girl fans would expect? Could he do what was "starlets" had to do?! Just how far would that take him!?! These and a hundred other thoughts whirled around in his addled brain (His!? It wasn't even a guy's brain: It wouldn't fit!). They became a din, barely distinguishable from one another. Dad always talked about how many gays there were in show business (Being different did seem to help creativity, didn't it?); if he was both a girl and a guy, he would get hit on from both sides! Even at the same time! Weird sex scenes were pushed as far back into his stricken mind as he could. One of Dad's rants bubbled up, "When you become a star, you're no longer a person. --You're a commodity! An object to be bought, sold, traded--and then thrown away!" Is that why women resist sex?" "Here comes a cop car: Down this alley!!" What?? What kind of introspection is that? "This is not your poor excuse for a brain talking. It's me: The one that's going to turn you back into a human male again." "What?!!" Jim realized, then, that he had been talking to himself. And that somebody had heard him! That somebody was a black cat with white paws. "You! You're--" Before he could finish the thought, the cat clawed the exposed flesh of Jim's legs. "Don't talk: Move! You've got to hide--Or do you would you like being a lab rat?!" Jim ran into the alley a second before the headlights of the patrol car would have touched his still bare feet. + + + His firm, round butt up against a concrete wall, his narrower shoulders up against a wooden fence, Jim wished he could draw in his breasts like he was doing with his stomach. The car had stopped, and the officers were saying something to one another. It seemed the driver wanted his partner to investigate. The other guy didn't want to. The car drove away. The Bakker was no more interested in getting out, than his junior partner. Jim allowed himself to breathe; his stomach returned to its former shape (not quite a six pack, but trim, with a gentle swell: Girl padding). "Okay, "Bootz"! Where are you!" "Right here," it said on top of the top fence rail, above his head. It certainly seemed to act like a real cat. "Are you ready to listen?" "Your mouth isn't moving," Jim noticed. "You're not ready. I'll came back when you're ready to return to your old body," and it jumped, and scampered down Jim's sweater with its claws. "Alright: Okay! How do I become me again?!!" It stopped a few feet away, and turned to "face" him. It began to lick a paw, "I have been watching what has been happening to you. The template-matcher has been damaged." "'Template-matcher'??" "There's a technical term, but why bother telling you something you don't need to know. 'Template-matcher' will give you the idea how that device you found under the truck works." The cat stopped licking its forepaws. It got up on all four, now. "As I said, it has been damaged. Beyond the repair of this private planet, I assure you." "Damaged!? You mean you can't change me back?!" It reared up its chest as if it were a fierce lion. "You've already changed: Twice. Use your brain!" It then started pacing. "Mewrrss! Look what I have to work with this time. "Okay, to put it as simply as I can: The form you are in, the female human, is the 'default' pattern. After all, if something should happen to the 'scientist' in the field, you cannot have him returning to his non-Earthly form, now could you?" "No. I guess not," Jim said, trying to understand what the cat was talking about. "Only a charge of, to use a term you can understand, at least 75 watts of electricity can restore you to the "starting" pattern." "What!!? I have to shock myself to be myself!?!" "Good. You understand. But there's a 'short circuit' in the 'template-matcher'." It now stopped and thought how to phrase what it had to say next to the lower life form. "Have you ever 'hit' a TV or something electronic to try to 'fix' it?" "Yeah." "Every time your "starting" form, your male human form, gets hit, you'll turn your human female form back on." "WHAAT!?!! I just got to get Hit by something!!?!" Jim Krnak looked up at the starry night, screaming at destiny, "How can I me an Action hero, if I can't get hit!?!!" The End of this chapter.