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Chapter 02 explains Nicole's empathy power, and some of Taylor's astral power works. How that works exactly will depend on how the vote comes out. Chapter 03 begins laying out the ground rules for their life together. Soul Mates 2-3: Who's Home? By Ron Dow75 2: Nastasia, Buddy, and Stacy The astral body of Nicole hugged the astral body of her Mom, "You can see me; and best of all, you can hear me!" The confused ghost woman returned the affection. 'Yes, I can. Now, can you tell me what's going on?' (The microwave she was heating her dinner in whistled.) 'I was saved! I would have died, if he hadn't given his life for mine.' 'What?!' a mother's fears rose to the top. (And her confusion: Her body was opening the microwave, and taking out her dinner.) 'So I had to give him my body. At least until he can get another body of his own. Right?' 'You gave who your body?!' Margot Getty's gaze drifted to her physical body carrying her dinner with one of the potholders over to the table--Where a ghostly boy appeared and disappeared from around the physical body of her daughter! 'His name is Taylor. But he wants to be called 'Buddy'. --See? It really wasn't me being strange! He doesn't want to use his real name, because, I guess, he doesn't want people to know he's inside a girl. That's silly, isn't...' 'Inside!?' her mother yelped reflexively. (Meanwhile, Margot's physical body was sitting down at the table next to her daughter's... and that boy ghost who possessed it.) 'Well, actually, he's mostly outside. He has narrower hips, though. It makes me look wide, don't you think?' Nicole pushed her ghost butt out so that she could look at it. Ghost Margot tried to ignore her other self, and concentrate on the person she could talk to. 'Is that bathrobe the only thing he has on?!' 'The only thing,' ghost Nicole smiled, remembering ghost Taylor after he'd gotten out of the Jacuzzi. 'We haven't had a chance to get him any of his clothes. You wouldn't have any men's clothes, would you, Mom?' 'No!' Mom turned her head sharply back towards her daughter. 'How about Aunt I.? I bet she does! You know the number of guys she goes out with.' There was no moral judgment in Nicole's voice; Margot wasn't sure she liked that. 'My baby sister would not be so irresponsible around her children that she would allow "gentlemen callers" to leave a change of clothes in the house.' 'She goes to their places?' 'Not always,' Margot said, adding, 'I'm sure,' and not sounding sure. 'Hey! I know! I can go into one of the neighbors' houses, and get some clothes for Taylor!' 'No you can't!!' her mom told her. 'Why not? It's just to get him some clothes. You're the one who doesn't like him running around in my body in just a robe.' 'That's how it'll begin. Then, it's peeping, and voyeurism!' 'Wow! Why didn't I think of that!' Nicole smiled. "Margot?" her sister, Irene Duchamps asked as she tried to get her two-year old, Bobby, to eat. "Margot!" she said louder. "Family Central to Margot Getty, come in!" 'Mom!!' Nicole cried at the sudden disappearance of her mother. "Wha, what??" Margot asked from her seat across the table. "What did you say?" 'Mom,' Nicole, her heart sinking when she realized what had happened to the ghost of her mom. "It was like your mind was a million miles away," Aunt Irene was telling her big sister, "Your body was here, but it was just going through the motions." (Bobby, in his high-chair, overturned his bowl of macaroni and broccoli, distracting Aunt Irene.) "No, not miles," Taylor, still in Nicole's body, muttered more to himself. "Just a couple of yards." "I guess I was distracted by something," Margot said. "Strange. I can't seem to remember quite what it was. It's like a dream you've forgotten as soon as you wake up." "I can relate to that," Taylor told her. "When you're using your astral body, you're using a different part of your mind than you usually do. To your conscious, it feels something like a dream- like trance." "Trance?" the eight-year-old Julienne asked. "Do you mean like hypnotism?" Taylor said, "There are other kinds of trances. But, I guess, it is something like hypnotism." Aunt Irene returned her attention from collecting the mess that Bobby had made, "You're not to hypnotize my kids without my permission!" "Aw, mom!" Julienne said. Mrs. Getty had been looking at he-r as Taylor had been talking; now, she said, "You're Buddy, aren't you?" "'Buddy'?" Irene asked; there was still an edge to her tone. Mrs. Getty was still staring at he-r as she said to her sister, "Buddy is Nicole's... imaginary friend." "I'm not imaginary," Taylor told her. "'Imaginary'?" Suddenly Aunt Irene said with a start of fear, "As in 'Anastasia'?!" (Bobby wanted out of his high-chair.) "Who's Anastasia?" Julienne asked. Ghost Nicole had moved to over near her mom. 'Anastasia is the grown-ups' well-known family secret.' Only Taylor heard her, though. Mrs. Getty nodded towards her sister (who was unlatching the tray that held Bobby in his high-chair), but didn't take her eyes off of Taylor-Nicole, "While Nicole inherited her empathy from her father's family, the problems began with Anastasia." "Who's Anastasia?!" Julienne insisted on knowing. "Do we have to talk about 'her' in front of my kids?" Irene said in a tone that suggested the answer should be no. (She slid her own dinner plate with the tray as she put it on the table, while holding Bobby in his seat with her free hand.) "Aw, Mom! Nicole has been talking to herself. I want to know what she's talking to!" Julienne then asked Taylor-Nicole, "Is Anastasia a rabbit? Or, maybe a unicorn?!" (Aunt Irene picked little Bobby up rather forcefully.) "Anastasia is a ghost!" she told Julienne in a way she hoped would scare her away from the subject. "A ghost?!" both Julienne and Taylor said. "Of a little girl!" Aunt Irene said in a more frightening way. (But she was bouncing Bobby to let him know her attitude wasn't directed at him.) 'And she wasn't an "imaginary" one,' Nicole said. "Anastasia was the ghost of a little girl who hadn't been properly buried," Mrs. Getty said. "Eww!" Julienne said. "Wait until I tell the other kids!" "You're not to tell anybody about any of this, young lady!" Aunt Irene said. "They might begin to think you can see dead people, too!" (She decides it was best to put Bobby down, and let him get away from this conversation.) "Do you think they would?!" Julienne asked, smiling at the idea. As she straightened up, her mother stifled a frustrated scream, then said, "Promise me one thing! Promise me you'll wait until you see what happens to your cousin Nicole, first, before you think that seeing imaginary dead people is 'cool', or not?!" 'I do not see "imaginary dead people",' ghost Nicole said. "Nicole's dead people are real," Taylor said. "I wish we had understood that earlier," Mrs. Getty said. 'She makes it sound like something from the movie "Sixth Sense"!' Nicole said. 'Anastasia and you are the only ones that have talked to me.' "We were in denial, I suppose," Nicole's mom said, looking away as she looked guilty. "To her father and me, Anastasia was just something that our little girl would outgrow. And like something imaginary, Anastasia just faded away." 'She didn't go all that peacefully,' Nicole said with a mix of emotion; but there was definitely a touch of pity. "But, then, Nicole's empathy attacks began." "Attacks?" Taylor asked. "She attacks people with empathy?" 'I'm the one that's usually attacked,' Nicole told him. "Nicole's empathy attacks are just that. She relates to other people. She can take on their personality traits. During her severest episodes, she almost becomes another person." 'It's sort of a reverse mind control,' Nicole said. "The more she is around a person, the more she is able to empathize with them. If she doesn't meet new people, she can become stuck the rut." "Stuck??" Taylor asked. It was sounding serious. "'Being other people' sounds like split personalities to me," Irene said. (She was listening, but she was watching Bobby.) "It sounds crazy to me," Julienne said. 'Can you understand how tiring it is to have to constantly meet new people?' Nicole asked. 'To never be able to keep old friends? I'd have had no "friends", if it hadn't taught me how to make quick connections.' "As for Nicole attacking other people..." her mother said, taking a breath. "No, let me guess," Taylor said, feeling empathy for Nicole, now. "If she doesn't like what she's feeling, she returns them." 'I wish it were that simple,' Nicole said. "I wish you would keep it simple," Taylor asked. "It's a matter of old and new," Mrs. Getty told him. "She'll sometimes give her attack to somebody else, not the original person. How severely that other person is affected depends on how empathic they are." "Do you understand, Julienne?" Aunt Irene said, getting up to retrieve Bobby. "As long as you don't feel any sympathy, you can't be attacked." 'Sympathy is not empathy,' Nicole said. "If it's not having sympathy, then Yvonne shouldn't have any trouble," Julienne said. "Yvonne?" Taylor asked. 'Aunt Irene's oldest?' Nicole reminded him. "Nicole's attacks have only gotten worse lately," her mother shook her head sadly. "That's why we have to move. We have to get away from people she knows too well." 'That, and the people who want to study me.' "The one bright spot is that people she knew before she knew Anastasia are not included in her attacks," her mom said. 'I can't empathize with Mom and Dad,' Nicole smiled. "I'm glad I used to live with you and Mercer," Aunt Irene said, returning with Bobby after catching him. 'Dad has another story about that,' Nicole said. 'Aunt Irene used to be what he calls "wild and irresponsible".' 'And children, too, don't seem to be too affected, either," Mrs. Getty said, watching her sister try to handle the kid who was squirming to get out of her grasp. "We're not?" Julienne asked, not sure she wanted to be 'left out' again. 'They aren't very empathic, yet,' Nicole said, smiling at the little two-year-old as he reached out for her. "He sees you!" Taylor realized. 'If he does, it doesn't have to do with empathy,' Nicole said, still smiling for Bobby. 'He's too self-centered." "Don't do that!" Aunt Irene said, pulling Bobby back. "You'll have me worrying about you seeing ghosts, too." "Oh, it must be my psi power," Taylor said. "Little kids and animals can see things older people can't. It has to do with the way they think. I think." "What??" Aunt Irene asked, keeping her two-year-old dangling on hip away from he-r. "She does have my kid seeing ghosts, too?!" 'Aunt Irene only likes strange when it's artistic,' Nicole said, moving to where Bobby couldn't see her, hoping he's would move onto something else to occupy his limited attention span. "It's Buddy that's doing it, Sis," Margot Getty said. "Buddy is Nicole's new ghost." "Didn't we have enough trouble with Anastasia?!" Aunt Irene said, giving Bobby to Julienne (who said, "Do I hafta?!") "That's why we have to welcome this chance Buddy gives us!" Mrs. Getty said with all apparent sincerity. "What chance?" Margot's sister asked. "The chance to disrupt our lives even more?! Why do you think I moved out of your place in the first place?!" "Anastasia was a ghost because she died mysteriously, and was not properly buried," her sister told her. "We missed our chance the first time." "The... 'first' time?!" Taylor didn't like the sound of that. "Yes," Nicole's mom gave he-r a warm smile, "We're going to give you the best funeral we can afford." Irene smiled, getting the idea: "And an exorcism!" 'WHAT!?!!' Taylor cried, jumping clean out of Nicole's skin. Nicole was back in her own body, "No, Aunt I.!! No, Mom!! I won't allow it!" 'Being a ghost is better than being dead dead!' Taylor cried. "She likes seeing ghosts!" Julienne smiled at her strange cousin. (She'd stopped trying to hold Bobby in her lap, and was now up, holding his hands.) "Being strange has made her strange," Aunt Irene said. "Sweatheart(?)" Margot sounded her most maternal. "I know you'd like to be free of your problem. We could just bury it!" 'Nobody's going to be free of me that easy! I'm not going to be dead and buried!' "Mom! You don't understand! It's because Tay--He is here, that I am free! It's, like, he's blocking the hole that other people can get in through!" 'I'm more than just a plug!' Taylor said. "But that's only because he's new! What is going to happen, when he starts to become so familiar to you you start to identify with him! You could end up being him!" "It won't happen! I can't go 'down the drain' if he's there plugging it up!" 'I told you I wasn't a plug!!' "Which is it?!" Aunt Irene asked. "Do people get in through her hole, or does she get out?!" Nicole did her best to ignore everybody but her mom as she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "...Or he could end up being me!" 'WHAT!!?!!' "Quiet Buddy, I'm trying to save your life again," Nicole told the ghost Taylor, but still looking at her mom. 'How can I be saved, if I'm you!?!' "You'd rather be dead?!" 'I'd rather be me! In a live, guy body!!' "This is too strange," Julienne said. (She'd let Bobby go; now she went to join him.) "This is what we're going to have to live with?" Aunt Irene said, going to get some Tylenol. "Hmm," Nicole's mother thought of what was just said. "A plug that gets sealed. Even if it's not seamless, it would be better than none at all." 'I'm not going to be "sealed"!!' "Then you won't try and get rid of him?!" Nicole hoped. "You won't give him a funeral, or bury him--Or exorcise him?!!" "The exorcise part was your Aunt's idea," her mother defended herself. "It was a good idea!" Irene yelled almost at the hall entrance. "I say we go ahead and do it! You should've done it years ago!" "We didn't have a ghost, then!" Margot called back. "Her possessions were by real people!" "How do you know that?! Did you even try?!" Aunt I. said, going into the bathroom. "Your Aunt's right about that. As a businesswoman, I'm constantly having to do research. I'll get on the internet, make some calls- -" "No names!!" Nicole pleaded. "No names. As far as anybody has to know, your name is 'Stacy'." '"Stacy"? --As in Anastasia!?!' Taylor cried. 3: Home Ground Advantage "Get out of here!" Nicole told ghost Taylor as she turned to see he'd followed her into the bathroom. 'Why? I was the one who was "plugging" the dike the longest!' "So that's it. You wouldn't talk to me until I came into the bathroom, and you could torment me." 'A torment for a torment.' "I think that hardly qualifies as a proverb." [They were in the narrow "foyer" of the bathroom. The toilet was on one side, the sink on the other with a silver-with-some-black beaded curtain in the middle. Translucent "misted" windows met the foyer's walls at the chrome detail of that ran waist-high around the room, and at the top and bottom. The all of the walls were covered in baby blue tile with white accents and white grout. The ceiling was white, while the floor and the "sides" of the Jacuzzi was a pebbly gray-brown with black accents. A strategically placed "sandstone slab of stone" helped conceal anybody in the tub. On the other side of toilet partition was the door to master bedroom.] She closed the toilet lid, "Now that you're talking to me, let's talk." 'Don't tell me you can wait! I know how much you have to go!' "I have to go. But I can wait." 'Liar.' "Good," she said, sitting down. "The longer you have to wait, the longer you have to listen." 'Who says I'm going to listen? Listening's the first step to empathy.' "Actually, it's one of the last steps. Body language plays a large part. And since you have to use my language, to use my body..." she smiled. 'You do want to turn me into you!' Taylor cried as he spun around. He blindly went to the sink side of the foyer, wishing he could hit something. "You're listen-ing," Nicole almost smiled. She crossed her legs. 'I won't do it again!' Taylor promised. 'Guys aren't suppose to be good at listening!' "I wish you would believe that I don't want you to disappear. When I saw you being washed away in the flood, my only wish was that I could save your life like you saved mine. Before I became unconscious, I must have reached out for you with my power." 'And I, like a drowning man, grabbed the first thing I could,' he said sourly. She smiled warmly at him. "I accepted you into my body, because I liked what I found when I grasped your soul." Looking down at the sink: 'Girls like to talk a lot,' Taylor muttered in voice that still hadn't quite gone down in volume. "You'll get use to it," Nicole laughed through the feeling that was misting her up. 'I don't want to get use to being a girl,' Taylor muttered softer, now. "I don't want you to be one any more than you have to be. I don't want to be married to another girl." 'There you go with that "marriage" thing, again!' Taylor turned around. 'Why do we have to be married?!' "We'll talk about it after I come out of the bathroom," she said, squeezing her crossed legs. 'Ah, ha! You do have to go!' "I had to go when I came in here. It's just that bathrooms are not the place to talk about marriage." 'Yeah? I remember my dad and mom going into the bathroom together. If 'married' people can't go together, who can?!' "Girls are always going to the bathroom together." +++ Taylor waited on the other side of the bathroom door. 'How can you wait so long? When I was in your body, I had to keep half a mind on it all the time!' "Practice, I guess. I've been a girl all of my life." 'Nothing that's happened to me so far is so girl! Trying not to go demands I pay attention to what really makes me a girl. It just won't let me forget, even for a little while.' "You make it sound like I have a weak bladder." 'It's got nothing to do with your bladder.' "I just proved that by making you stay while you wanted me to want to go." 'It's just that girls are really different from guys,' he tried to explain his feelings. "Anybody that's been hit by puberty knows that." 'I'm being serious.' "Sorry. I'm not use to talking to a guy about it. And while I'm trying to do it?" 'Now, you're having trouble going??' "A little. Talking about it to a guy is making me self-conscious. I'm having a little trouble unclenching." "There! See? Guys don't have to 'unclench'." "They don't? There. You made me clench, again." 'Guys have something that girls don't have.' "Oh, I know that!" 'I mean guys have a... Damn. We learned about it in health class. Some kind of gland.' "A prostate gland?" 'How do girls know about prostate glands?!' "We take health, too. And girls are interested in their opposite, too." 'Well, with guys, the prostate does most of the holding back, most of the time. We really don't have to think about it much.' "And girls do? Look, Buddy, it's just that you're not use to it yet." 'But it means getting use to muscles that guys don't use normally. They're there. There's just not as many reasons to use them.' "What? Oh. I understand, now. This isn't about going; this is about having a pussy." 'What?!' Taylor said with a start, 'You said pussy?' "I know. I should call it vagina. (Mom has a thing about "bad language".) But as long as you're going to be me, you're going to be around girls. You're going to have to talk girl talk." 'Girls say pussy?' "I knew I liked you," she said, as he heard her flush the toilet. 'What does that mean?' "Pussy? I know you know the word means." 'No! The 'knew I liked you' part!' She was now washing her hands. "It means you don't use vulgarities without a reason. You're not like those who abuse the words." 'I can abuse!' Taylor said, feeling that she was attacking his manliness. "Do you say F.U. as a curse?" 'I have!' "Then you think of sex as something bad to wish on your enemy?" 'What?? Er, of course not! Why would I want somebody I don't like to have sex?' "Or, perhaps, you wish your enemy would be treated like you like to see women treated?" 'N, no... Of course not!' "They should get themselves off?" 'Stop talking like that!' "See? I knew I liked you." She finished washing. 'Look! What's okay to say among guys is something else when there's a girl around!' Taylor defended himself. "And ditto with girls. Girls around girls can use rough language. How rough depends on the group of girls. You were surprised by pussy, so I was just preparing you," she opened the bathroom door. 'Just how rough can girls get?' "When it's just the girls? Not as rough as the boys, I'm sure. But at least girls have the better excuse. Most of the time, it's our bodies that are being talked about. "And yours, now," she said as she opened the door. 'Aa!' Taylor exclaimed. "Did I frighten you?" she asked. 'Yes! It just flashed on me how guys can treat girls!' "That's the reason a lot of girls do not like that kind of language. A girl can be sensitive enough about her body, without having to worry about its abuse." 'I certainly fall in that category, now.' Taylor frowned. "Well, you're going to be hear new meanings, now, in words like "tits", "boody", "bitch", c--" Nicole stopped herself, when she noticed: "Julienne! How long have you been standing over there?!" "What!?" she cried guiltily. She was peaking around the corner to the dinning area. "I'm just standing here! I didn't hear anything!" "Where's your mother?!" "She's out on the veranda with Bobby. Your talking crazy was making her crazy." +++ Nicole's bedroom door shut with a sound that was just short of a slam. "I guess I do sound crazy to Aunt I. and her opinion of me is not going to be helped, if little Julienne starts repeating those words." 'The good news is she didn't hear me,' Taylor said, walking in through the door. "Why didn't you tell me she was there?!" 'I was distracted, okay!?!' "Curse those words!" she said, lowering herself to the exercise mat on the floor. 'What are you doing?' Taylor asked, looking down at her. "I don't know, yet," she said, pushing her legs out. "I'm first going to stretch, then I'm either going to do some yoga to relax, or something that'll help me burn off some of my emotions." 'Are you letting words get to you?' "Among other things," she said reaching past her bare toes. Taylor found himself fascinated that she could fold herself all the way to the floor. And she could talk while she was doing it, "I'm an empath, remember?" 'How can I forget.' "I don't think it's "cool" to use body words in a negative way." She straightened herself up; she had a somewhat pained expression on her face. "When I'm around people like that, I can end up thinking that way, myself. I've been known to put soap in my mouth." Was she serious? There was a slight chuckle in her voice, but a slight frown on her face. 'One of your empathy attacks?' Taylor began to understand. 'You can't attack them empathically?' "I wish I could," she said, unsnapping her jeans. 'I wish there was something I could do about it for you.' "Wouldn't it be something, if our powers could combine, and make the wish come true?" she said, unzipping the jeans, now. 'What are you doing?' Taylor asked. "I'm doing what I said I would do when I got my body back. I'm putting on a some panties," she said working the jeans off while still on the floor. 'In front of me?! Like I'm not here?!' She got them past her butt, before she paused to look up at him "Oh. I know you're here. But I guess a wife has to learn to undress in front of her husband." 'Wife?! And husband! We're not married!' "We're going to be living together, and sharing my body. I refuse to call our relationship anything else." She put her hand on the hope chest at the end of her bed. "And 'Husband' sounds better than 'significant other', 'live-in', 'shackee', or--" she said, standing up. '"Roomie" sounds even better!' "I could just call you "Honey"," she smiled, letting her jeans drop. 'What happened to the doily?' Taylor asked, seeing that nothing else had dropped. "What you used instead of panties? I put it in the laundry hamper by the bathroom sink," she said, holding onto a side of the jeans, while pulling the leg out. "You're 'less embarrassing solution' felt like a diaper. Or do you prefer diapers?" 'If you put on panties, I'll, I'll...' Taylor was having a difficult time thinking at the moment. For the first time, he was noticing her legs as... legs. She'd let go the jeans when she could free her foot by pointing her toes. "I'll just take them off again!' "If you're in a place where you can," she said, standing on the totally nude leg, as she kicked off the last pants leg. And she was pointing her toes, again. And when jeans came off, the leg seemed even longer, the foot even more like a dancer's. "In fact, why don't I just wear dresses. Then you can't put things down my pants." She'd brought her extra-long legs together, and stood full on in front of him. A little nervously, she cleared her throat. When she spoke, the tone of her voice had changed, "You really wouldn't mind me wearing dresses, now, would you?" Her legs became longer and longer, "I do have nice legs, ...don't you think?" Taylor looked up past her legs for her --but was distracted as her head approached the ceiling --'Aaaahr!! What's happening!?!!' he screamed. "Aaa!!" Nicole screamed in reaction, instantly shrinking back to her proper proportions. 'Why'd you do that?!!' "That's my question?!! Why'd you scare me like that?!!" 'Me!?! I wasn't the one who grew!' "Yes, you did!!" Nicole screamed. +++ Taylor instinctively ran. He was through the door just as the things Nicole found to throw hit it. 'I thought you were going to get used to letting me see you?!!' "I'm not used to you, yet!!" she yelled back at him through the door. "And how can I with you acting that way!!" 'Is that any way to treat your "husband"?!' he turned around in the hall to yell back at her. 'Kicking him out of the bedroom!' "Now, you want to be my husband!" 'If you're going to make me your husband, then, at least, I ought to get to--' "Not until the courtship! I'm old-fashioned enough to want some attention before I'm taken for granted!" 'What!? How can I take anything about you for granted-- Especially, a girl who can stretch her legs like you can!' "You get turned on by simple stretching exercises?!" she said, thinking of what she'd done on the floor mat. "What else turns you on!?!" A pounding came from the wall of the bedroom next door: "Can you keep it down in there?!" a girl yelled. ("Yvonne," another voice wanted to yell.) Nicole yelled back, "Just keep your headphones on, and you won't hear anything--as usual!" "How do you expect me to that, when I'm wondering about the part of the conversation I don't hear?!" Yvonne answered back. "I can't even follow the part I do hear," Julienne said from beside her big sister. That's when Taylor realized they sounded like they were actively eavesdropping. 'I told you before we need a private place!' he yelled into Nicole's room from the hall. "I'm in no mood to go to the pig-sty of the what-not room." 'Gee!' Taylor said, frowning and scratching the back of his neck. 'Where else can you go in this place!?' "The veranda's nice. Especially, overlooking the river as the sun sets." 'How can it be "private", if it's outside.' Taylor didn't hear a reply. 'In public!' And when there was still no answer, 'Your Aunt's out there, remember!!' +++ Out on the veranda: 'Come on, Bobby... Come on!' Taylor coaxed. He had brought with him the astral form of a toy truck he'd found laying on the floor. 'Come and play with your toys... in the house.' The two-year-old seemed more interested in him. He smiled; but then ran to peek from behind his mother. She was sitting at a narrow two chair table, nursing a red drink with ice and lemon. 'This is not a game!' Taylor told the little boy. Then he got the idea, 'Or maybe it is. Do you know how to play tag? I'm it!' Bobby only clung to his mommy more. (She absent-mindedly petted him.) "Aunt I.," Nicole said, coming out. With her oxford shirt, she was wearing a short denim skirt with quilt details of butterflies made from heart-shapes. "I've come out here with Buddy for some privacy. You can stay, if you want to." +++ The only person out there, now, Nicole sat at the other narrow table on the screened veranda. "We're going to have to talk about our relationship," she said. Ghost Taylor found that he couldn't sit; he paced. 'When a girl talks like that, it means "no relations".' "If you mean, uh, sex, I think we will be relating," the girl said, shuffling her feet over the deck. 'Really?!' Taylor stopped his pacing to smile. "I'm no saint. I haven't...uh, gone all the way with a boy, yet, but I've..." she was clearly embarrassed talking about this. "I mean, if you're healthy, you just... And I'm healthy!" 'Yes! You've got to do it to keep healthy! "Once a day to keep the doctor away"!' "What!?!" 'Sorry! Sorry! I got carried away! "Do it too often, and you go blind"!' "Will you stop talking, before I change my mind?" 'I've stopped! Stopped! "No jinxing your luck by talking about it"!' Nicole gave him a look, but continued, "But before the... uh, honeymoon, there's dating." 'Dating? We're already living together. Why do we have to date?!' Taylor asked, feeling a little impatient. "If you were a girl, you would understand," she frowned. Then, "When you're a girl, you will understand!" 'Oh, no! You said you didn't want me being a girl!!' Taylor yelled. "I don't! I want a husband--But not one like my dad! My husband's not going to run after bimbos and floozies." 'I wouldn't, if I could! How can I do anything, but look!' "There! That's exactly why you have to learn what it's like to be a girl!" '"Have to"?? That sounds like blackmail!! Or Revenge!' "It's called empathy!" The End of this installment - Footnote - From the Ch. 01: Nicole's mom is very familiar with the way she acts when possessed. That is why she was concerned about this other, different behavior. - Footnote - Yes, they combine their powers so that they do not have to hear much profanity. How that is done, may be explained later. ["Comic Strip style": This series started out as the combination of my favorite comic strips. I could add action, but I already have series more reflective of that genre. I shall do my best in this series to please those Fictionmania readers who wish to see more feminization of our hapless hero. (Which Nicole's mom is going to actively encourage.) [Now, dear readers, the vote: Does that exclude the astral plane 'delusions' (in this story, Nicole's very long legs)? It is a common way of providing visuals and interest in the comic strips I like. Nothing too kinky, though. And not too often. Or do I keep it more straightforward? [Under the Heading "Staking Out My Claim Early": I have an original idea for a series about an on-line cartoonist that changes into a girl whenever he just thinks of girls, and thinks himself into TG situations that go way beyond the normal ones. I just haven't been satisfied with the explanation, yet. [But I promise to hold off springing any more series, unless there are requests. All of my original stories came before my TV stories, and I had uploaded all of those at once in the hope that the readers and/or editors would give me some guidance about which ones I should continue. I had thought that was provided by the order they were posted. But those posted later seem to get the reviews. I have already written follow-ups for those early ones, though.]