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Gem Starr 4-5: Familiar Traitors By Ron Dow75 {Teal put a lesbian love spell on Dianne; but Jim spoiled it by becoming a girl himself, thanks to a stolen UFO. At the moment, he doesn't know he's in love, because he's too disturbed over his own ruined plans.} 4: Familiar, and Best Forgotten In the middle of the night, an attractive girl in a "UCLA" varsity sweater and nothing else covering her bare legs was out in the alley behind some houses. "Being an action star's all I've ever dreamed of being!! I've trained for it all my life! I can do all of the moves! I know all of the stunts! I've written scripts: I've invented ones of my own! How can I be one now?!?" 'So, you'll be a female action star,' a voice in the darkness with her said with a seeming shrug in it's voice. "Are you crazy!!?" the girl with bright orange hair and eyes yelled at the black cat with white paws. The hair was short but full with bangs all the way down to her eyebrows. 'There are females in the action genre, I believe,' the cat calmly replied. "Ignoring that: I'm not a girl!!" Jim Krnak bent over to scream at it; it only emphasized that he was. "Girls that aren't love interests are there for their novelty!" And he straightened his curved figure back up, "Heroines or villainesses, how many action movies does an actress get?! Men are the only ones with action careers!" 'I believe you have an oversimplified view on that subject,' the cat responded. 'On TV--' "That's TV!! Once their shows end, who ever hears of them again??! You can't make a career in TV!!" 'By the laws of probability--' "Can it!! Jim Krnak has what it takes to beat the odds! I've got the connections with Mom, and the talent from Dad -- More!! I'll prove to him, I can make a career! I'll be a bigger somebody than he ever was!!" 'So, this is the type of personality I have to deal with.' "That's right!" he told the animal. "I have the attitude down, too!" 'Fine; I will find the girl who attacked you tonight. Teal, I believe she called herself.' "What??" Jim asked, confused. 'I also believe she thinks of herself as witch. What is a witch without a familiar?' "You think that nutcase will make you hers, just because you're a cat?" Jim nearly put in a laugh. 'A cat that can talk.' "Why you... Traitor!!" Jim jumped for it. His slender hands caught air; his firm breast hit ground; his right elbow and left knee hit concrete "tracks" that ran down the alley. The feline landed between his shoulders. ("These boobs can hurt, can't they," Jim said, toughing it out.) 'A typical action genre response. I suppose, I shall have to find ways to humor you. If, that is, I decide to be your familiar.' Frowning, Jim put a hand on his now cute round cheek, "Why would I want you as a pet? I can't stand the way cats smell." 'And I don't care for the way humans smell. You need me to repair the "template-matcher", if you are to have a stable human male form.' "You're the reason I am 'unstable'!" Jim grumbled in his high voice, noticing against just how out of his normal shape he was. 'The reason is that you touched something you should not have. To which I am grateful.' "What!?!" Jim cried, rolling--damn widening hip!--on to his side. The cat nimbly jumped to 'above' his head. 'What if there had been record-keepers around? What if it had happened to somebody who would be missed.' "'Missed'!?!" Jim said, sitting up on one check now, the other shapely leg bent. "Of course I'm going to be missed!" 'Not that much. I can imagine them saying, "He ran away to Hollywood".' "Why would they say that?!!" A cold chill wicked up his es- shaped spine. 'The idea behind the "template-matcher" is to make observers undetectable, even on autopsy. As I said, the default setting is not the original form of the user.' "You mean..." Jim was unwilling to complete the thought. 'Unless it is repaired, eventually you shall remain like this.' "I... I'll always be a girl!!?!" his hands were on his temple, his fingers in that strange hair; if he had been seeing where his eyes were pointing he would be looking down at his C cup chest, and splayed and upraised knees. 'I am sure you will adapt. No changing means no evidence.' Jim's mind shifted fully onto the body, and most particularly on his missing maleness, and the wound that was now there. "NOOOO!!!" +++ "You'll 'always be a girl?' Good!! There is some justice in this world!" a bitter female voice said. It was Teal "Why'd you have to come back! Don't I have enough troubles!?!" Jim looked up at the green haired and eyed girl standing on two garbage cans. She was wrapped in an opera cape; and when the wind blew, it suggested that she had nothing on underneath (She probably didn't) but her wide anklets. Jim knew she also had on matching bracelets, and wore a medallion and rings on all of her fingers. They had been short circuited, and no longer could electrically shock him. "Your troubles have just begun!" she glared down at the him in a girl's body. "You have stolen my only love away from me: Again!! How many lifetimes before she's mine?!!" "I have no idea what insanity you're talking about?!!" Jim said, getting up onto his small, bare feet. "Me insane?! I'm not the one who was just talking to himself! I took my male awakening better than you're taking this change, I can assure you!" "It sounds like it!" Jim challenged. "And I wasn't talking to myself, I was..." "You were what? Talking with a little green leprechaun?" "Never mind! You're the last person I'd want to know!" 'But she's the first person that I'd want to know,' the cat said, jumping onto one of Jim's shoulders. "Be quiet!!" Jim told it. "You've been talking to... a cat??" Teal said. 'Not just a "cat", a familiar,' it said. "Don't tell that crazy witch you're a familiar!!" Jim said, reaching for it. The black cat with white paws leaped to the ground, and pounced up onto a one of the garbage cans, and then up onto Teal's shoulder. "You're, you're his familiar??" she said, looking at it. "Is that how he beat me?!" 'I could be your familiar.' "Traitor!! I won't let you become her familiar!" And Jim ran for them, his short arm cocked, ready to strike. Teal leaped over him. When she landed, she found that the cat was still on her shoulder. "You do want to be mine!" she grinned. It purred, and rubbed its furry cheek against her flesh one. But it said, looking at Jim, 'Do you understand the concept of "blackmail"?' "So that's your plan!" "I hadn't planned on acquiring a familiar," Teal said with more than a trace of a gloat. "But if it'll help me exact my revenge, I gladly accept this ally!" 'I shall need both of you to get my property back,' the cat told Jim. "I'm not going to help you!" "I don't want you to help," Teal said. "I want you to suffer!" The cat leaped onto the wall behind her. 'Remember, without my help, you will become stuck as a female. For the rest of your life.' Jim suffered at that thought. Suddenly the alley was lit by a searchlight. "Hold it right there!" Officer Bakker ordered from the patrol car back at the alley's entrance. The cat took off down the alley. "Wait for me, familiar!!" "Grr!" Jim felt deserted. "It's name is 'Bootz'!!" he yelled, hoping to get some petty revenge. "Bootz, am I your master, or not?! Wait for me!" "What in the world??" Bakker's said, seeing the back of the opera cape fly up. "She doesn't have any pants on!" his partner noted, looking past him. "And all I've got on are briefs!" Jim's male-oriented mind realized. While the two policemen were distracted by a visible bare butt, Jim took that opportunity to run for the stairs and the gate into his backyard. "Don't either of you understand you're suppose to halt, when an officer of the law tells you to!?!" +++ Jim scrambled up the hill his backyard was on. The floodlights had been turned back on. He was past the cedar tree, when he heard: "It may not be the best view of the night, but it'll do!" "You're a cop: You're not suppose to look!!" "Not only am I suppose to see, I'm suppose to catch!" the young man told the fleer. (And it sounded as if he was happy to do his duty.) By the time Jim had gotten up onto the large deck, the back door had opened: His Dad, the MP was there! Jim had no doubt whose side he'd be on! "What crimes have you committed off of my property, Miss Starr?!!" Maj. Krnak demanded, as he went to assist the civilian officer. Jim zigged, and rushed for the gate to the driveway. His Dad was close behind. +++ Jim didn't get very far down the hard pavement in his bare feet: His Dad caught his back the back of his sweatshirt. "Damn girls' short legs!!" Action scenarios rushed through his mind. How could he win if he wasn't strong?!! Surprise: The unexpected! He sharply changed gears, and charged backwards: pushing his girl's lower center of gravity into his Dad's most sensitive area. Maj. Krnak had been taken by surprise, and found himself having to back up to keep his balance, as the girl wanted to get under him to throw him off. But he made sure he had a firm grip on the girl who was half carrying him as she pushed her ass around-- Stan bumped up against the policeman coming out onto the driveway. Jim felt the jolt, and used all of the muscles of his womanly thighs to shove. All three fell. As he was, Jim used one of his practiced tricks to slip out of the sweatshirt. Yes! He was free! He was also in just his briefs. He ran; and found that not just his firm, fat, conical boobs were jouncing around. As he looked about for a way to escape, he finally realized that during the commotion he had made in the alley, lights in the neighborhood had been turning on. That was what had brought the police back to investigate! It also meant there could be eyes up to see this naked girl he was! "I have to get this over with fast! I don't want to be caught as a girl!!" The lights went on in his front yard. He was sure to be seen--He had to go inside! He'd get caught for sure, but at least-- Something clicked: The light bulb over the front door. "The cat said that electricity could turn me back!" Jim remembered, unscrewing the bulb as quickly as he could. "Don't worry, she can't go far undressed like that!" he heard his Dad tell the cop as they were jogging down the driveway. He chucked the bulb behind him as hard as he could. He stuck his finger in the socket: Yeow! He stifled his cry--It felt the same as the last time he'd gotten a shock! The light bulb popped on landing. "What was that!?!" the cop asked. But amid the AC buzz he felt himself changing. He grew the whole 6 inches in the time it took him to pull his tingling finger out of the socket. Jim opened the doorknob, and rushed in. The door hit the stop with such force it sprung back towards closed. Meanwhile, Jim stretched out his hairy male legs to skip over as many stairs as he could in his strides, using the handrails to pull the rest of his body along. (Despite his haste, he noted how good it felt to have the right things dangling and protruding lower on his body. The wound was gone.) "Is that you, Jim?!" his stepmother asked from the dining room. "What if it's one of them!!" Dianne cried. "I'm sure it isn't, Honey: It doesn't sound like any girl." +++ Jim had just made it to his room, when he heard: "Did that Starr girl come in here?!!" his Dad demanded to know. "No, Dear!" his wife answered. "Just Jim!" "Jim!!" "Your son was breaking curfew, you know." "I know," his Dad growled. "But that girl is our concern, now. I can always punish that boy!" "Has it worked before?" the policeman asked as, it sounded like, he was ushered rather forcefully from the house. +++ Jim hurried into his pajamas, his top priority was to now get covered up. He even sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his slipper socks to cover and warm his cold... Except they weren't cold. His mind overloaded with other concerns, he dropped the question, and put the socks on. +++ When he'd finished, he let himself fall onto his bed top. He lay there, feeling how good it was to be a guy. Most everything on him was flat or straight, and, on him, there was hardly any fat. And plenty of muscle. Jim was familiar with adrenaline rushes. That may have been the reason he did most of the things he did. He was a junky, looking for new thrills. He knew what it was like to layback, and feel like you'd survived something. He wasn't feeling that now. He had felt that charge when he was "Gem Starr" (what a stupid name). The thought of his Dad catching him as a girl had really had him going. The idea of being arrested, and having to fight that Teal-nutcase again had also sharpened him. But now... That rush was gone, left behind in the other body. "No! It has nothing to do with being a girl! It's that this body hadn't been doing anything: It was in storage, or something. Yeah, that's it! It got teleported, or something. Broken down into atoms, and put into a bottle, or wherever aliens put bodies they're not using. Probably on the UFO they found." Jim now started feeling the adrenaline in his own body. "They brought it to the base to study it! If they mess with the things while I'm still Gem, then I could get stuck like as a girl forever!" He was up and pacing, now. "But, if they do it when I'm me, then maybe they'll break it so I won't ever become a girl again!" he smiled at the thought. It didn't last long, "But the cat said if anything happens to the "template-matcher", I'll get stuck being a girl! "Aw! It just wants me to help it steal its space ship back. It'll say anything!" He continued pacing back and forth, stepping over the things on his floor; he finally kicked a "Gameboy" that kept getting in his way: "Even if what it says is true, there's no guarantee it'll keep its word, and make it so I stay a guy! It said they don't want any evidence left behind: How do I know it doesn't have something like a mind control ray on board!?! It might just zap me so I'll forget I was ever me!" He fumed at the thought, "It might be simpler than killing me. Jim Krnak may disappear on his way to Hollywood, but the murder of the strange girl without a past might bring questions." He saw the holes in the concept, but his script-writing mind was, now, spinning out scenarios: "What if they have a plan?! What if I'm going to be part of their breeding program?! Yeah: I'm part of the first wave, where they turn all of us into girls! Have enough alien kids, and they could take over the world by just being voted in!!" Jim looked around for something else to kick, "What a stupid idea. It just goes to show how much off your game being a girl can put you." +++ Livia Krnak sat with her daughter at the dining room table. "If you're feeling better, can you tell me why your hair is blue?" It wasn't a blue tint, like seniors might get to highlight their white; it was blue! And her once beautiful golden hair was now hacked. Only some cleaver arrangement would keep it from being "punk", or whatever the kids called it these days. "It was her fault!" "Gem Starr's?" "No! The other one: Prudence Greene!" "'Prudence'... Is that the one who calls herself 'Teal'?" "Yes! And before that, her nickname was 'Blue'!" "Oh. And she's the one who dyed your hair?" "She 'magicked' it this way! She has green hair, so she made my hair turn blue!" "Why?" "Teal! Teal!!" Dianne yelled at her mother for being so hurtfully dense. "'Blue-Green'!" "Oh!" her Mom finally got it. She thought. "She's evil, Mom! Evil!! She can change people--Make them into entirely different people!!" "And what does she do to them?" her Mom wasn't sure how seriously to take her youngest in the state she was currently in. Her once super-rational daughter was spooked. "She reincarnates your past lives!" Dianne's eyes took on a nightmare look, "They said she even did it to me, once." +++ At "Holly Day's Inn": "This where I'm staying for the time being," Teal said to the cat on her shoulder as she entered a room. It was basically a nondescript room (with a wallpaper of small red roses and leafy stripes) from the days before modems. There was a bathroom door at the far end, next to a closet. There was a small writing desk with a chair in front of it, and another beside it. It had two nightstands, on the opposite sides of the two double-sized beds that had been pushed together. "I hadn't planned on staying long. I had thought once Dianne fell in love with me, we would return to Amelion Academy together. Then, when her conversion was complete, I would take her on a real honeymoon. I have already paid for everything in Bermuda." The cat leaped down onto the nearest bed. "I don't know how I did it when I was Prudence Greene, but I'm sort of rich, with only a law firm as my guardian." She let her opera cape slide from her nude body as she headed for the closet. "I can do just about anything I want to," she said, tossing the cape onto the other bed. "Maybe it was magic. I don't know. I don't have any memories left of myself as her. It's like she was somebody else." She opened the closet. There inside was a spare costume. "The only reason I know she and I are the same person is because of that damned Taoist incense burner." She took it off the hanger, and turned around with it to continue her biography for the cat, "I came across it while I was chasing them in New York, all the way back in 1939." She stepped through the very low back. "Half the Bund was after them." She put her other leg in. "But I was the only one chasing them for more than just because she wanted to defile the Blood." She pulled the front up past her breasts. "She used to be a perfect Aryan." She pulled the tied halter over her head. "At least she's still white." She considered herself dressed. "So much for any theory about heredity being of consequence." She got her long sideburn-like hair out of the halter (the back only hung below her hairline). "And that includes Karma! I'm not a female because I'm being punished. I'm a girl because of some mistake!!" She walked back towards the cat sitting up on its haunches as if it was still listening to her. "Back to 1939. New York is full of neighborhoods. Go five blocks, and you're in another country. I caught up with them in a Japanese one. And I was sure I saw them run into this "School of Taoism"." Her frown deepened at the memory, her voice lowered with outrage. "I ran right into one of their ceremonies. I didn't care: I didn't believe in anything about them. (Except karate.) That is the last memory I have of my life as a man." She practically dropped onto the edge of the bed. "The next thing I know, I'm a girl kneeling before that same incense burner I saw in the Taoist School. There was no confusion about what I had become. I was naked." The memory still sent pangs through her. "It was a good thing I was alone in the woods. I'm afraid I did not take it very well." She pulled herself away from that awful past by focusing her attention on the cat. "If you really are a familiar, you know about magic. But Taoism might not be like real magic. I researched it, of course. In fact," Teal lost the thread again, as she thought of how, "I lost myself in research, when I realized I was in the future that asinine 'World's Fair' was dedicated to. The more I could lose myself in my mind, the more I could get away from this weak body I'm trapped in. Amelion has a substantial library. Not to mention Prudence's own collection of arcana." She came back out of her ivory tower, "Anyway, the books say that Taoism became more of an Eastern alchemy, than a religion. Their big quest, however, was not turning lead into gold... It was long life. As I reconstruct what happened, the Taoists invented an incense that once you smelled it, your life would continue from the last time you smelled it: Long Life. Too bad for your current life. Though the memories of those I've experimented on all returned. They hadn't smelled the incense in any life before this one." She looked down at her body. "I sometimes wonder if Prudence is still alive, buried in our subconscious." More as something to do, she loosened the sash that was of one piece with her costume, "But better her, than me." She retied the sash around her waspish waist. Tight! "Wouldn't you know he'd show up as a girl, too, to spoil all of my plans-- Again! And know the secret of being a man once he had!!" Still holding the ends, she hit her thighs with her fists. "He even gets a familiar!! He didn't even have earn his magic, like I did!" She stared off into space, "From the sound of it, he understands you without even wanting to!" Teal rolled over onto a hip to look at the cat, "Why?!! Why can he talk with you, but I can't?! What's the secret!?!" The cat had scratched in something in the headboard: "DNA". "Of course!!" Teal cried. 5: The Attack of Pearl Satin The next morning: "Jim!" Mrs. G. called out from the kitchen as he hurried down the stairs. "Bye!" Jim called back, leaping the last steps, and rushing for the front door. "We're going to have to talk about you're breaking curfew!! If you do it with me before your Dad, then..." Slam! Jim didn't hear the rest of what she was saying. He barely heard the first part. "Right!" That may've worked when Dad was letting her have 'she's-your-Mom-now' practice. But his patience with her patience was used up quickly. "I've got to avoid him until he's distracted by something that makes him more angry." He was halfway down the block before he thought, "No! I can't do that--even if it could get me out of serious trouble!" It looked like rain. And he'd left in just his slide sandals, blue jeans, an old "Go Ahead, And Do It!" T-shirt, and a dark green fleece vest. He started jogging: "Damn! I would snatch up the pants that I've nearly outgrown!" +++ In a far corner of the school cafeteria a dark blond haired (which, still uncombed, was trained to stand up) boy sat slouched over, his arms crossed; he was more damp from sweat than the rain still coming down outside. "I hate coming to school early... Even more, when I didn't get hardly any sleep," Jim said, trying to get at least a wink. "Did you hear? Somebody stole a UFO!" one guy was telling another as they entered the nearly empty hall. "Stole it from who?" (John recognized the voice, but didn't want to be bothered identifying him.) "The government! They shot one down with missiles, and brought it to the base to study!" (Ditto.) "That's, like, old news," a girl said. "My sister's, she's, like, dating one of the guys who brought it back to the lab." (That was Isha Mann.) "And how did he tell her so quickly?" the first guy asked, not believing her. "She, like, met him when he was out looking for "The New Left John Birch Society Task Force"," the girl said smugly. "The what??!" the second guy (Somebody Smith) reacted to the name. "That's what they, like, call themselves. I wouldn't make up a name like that, like would I?" Isha said. "I'm sorry anybody made that name up," the first guy (Wade Gaylord) said. "It has no punch. It's too long, and isn't mysterious at all. It says just what they are." "Yeah," the second guy shook his head, smiling. "It sounds like something Jackson the history teacher would make you title an essay." "Is the John Birch Society, like, history?" Jim was trying not to hear any of this, when: "How did you make out with your old man, Jim? Did Bram and Tannix also get hot hockey hell for setting off their special effects explosions near the airfield?" Jim groaned, and opened his sore eyes. Sitting next to him was a girl with long (she'd kept it simple today) shiny black hair, violet eyes and dramatic makeup. Caitlyn Daiseby. "He had MPs escort them home, and chew their folks out; same as you. I, being his own kid, got thrown into the guardhouse before Mrs. G. 'bailed' me out. He hasn't done anything else to me, yet, because he's had to handle a crisis." "The flying saucer?" "For something that's suppose to be a secret, it's no secret." "News like that doesn't have to be secret. Just not believed." Jim closed his eyes again. "It's not to believed, all right." "You look really dead. What else happened last night?" "Can't we talk about something else? Let's talk about schoolwork. That always puts me to sleep." +++ Jim tried his best to walk down the hall with his eyes closed. Luckily, there weren't many around at this early hour for him to bump into. Caitlyn was still with him, giving him a guiding hand every once in a while. She was wearing one of her own creations: One of her trademark tassels hung down between her breasts. The otherwise 'modest' neckline of her pearly satin top ran up to her short dark gray epaulets that were there more to hold her dusty violet 'cape' that was draped around her shoulder from her right to dangle down her left side; her skirt, with a wide dark gray belt, was also dusty violet. Jim didn't know (or care) anything about fashion, but he imagined a backpack or shoulder bag would ruin the effect; that was why she was towing a wheeled carryall. "I know it's way early for satin, but we're giving ourselves a little fashion show in Home Ec." "Whatever. Just point me to the media center. It's got to be more quiet than the cafeteria." One of the doors behind him slammed open. Jim heard: "Who's bringing a dolly full of balls into the Hub?" "It's a girl!" "What's a girl doing playing with a dolly?" "She's tipping it over!" "An avalanche of balls!" Caitlyn said, putting getting in front of Jim. Jim still didn't want to look. "She's got a bat!" "Bat: Nothing! She's naked!!" "Naked?" Jim was finally interested. "All she's wearing is a ski mask!" Caitlyn said out loud. "And oversized jewelry!" "Who cares about--" Suddenly he and everybody else in the hall of the main building were being pelted by baseballs, soccer balls, golf balls, footballs, basketballs, etc. Jim saw enough to see that the girl with the tattoos was using her bat and feet to put every ball with her reach into flight. "Ow! That stings!" "Stings?! That hurts!!" "What kind of terrorist attack is this??!" Adults and students commented as they ducked, hid, and slammed door; all eyes not covered were focused on the wacko. "Watch out for that baseball!!" Caitlyn warned running over to Jim's left. It whizzed past Jim's face so fast he could feel the slipstream. Crash! It cracked the safety window of half-open office door. --While the backs of Jim's heels were struck by a 24 pound ball! As he fell, Jim saw that it was a bowling ball (with pink swirls, no less). Jim landed on his butt. Gem screamed! ("There's a girl hurt over there! --Hey!!") Caitlyn looked down at the strange girl rolling around on the floor, unzipping her pants. "What are you doing!?!!" ("Worry about yourself: That crazy girl is aiming at us, now!") "Too tight!! The pants are too tight!!" " Must be sudden water retention!" she said, quickly and modestly squatting before her carryall. "What did you have for breakfast?" ("Look! The girl with the tattoos is using kung fu moves to keep all of the balls in motion--Watch it: Another bowling ball!!") "Never mind that!! These pants are cutting off my circulation!" the girl with orange hair said, trying desperately to peel her pants down off of herself. "And the leg hips are killing me!" ("What a cheat!! She's not naked--She's got flesh colored bandages on!!") She'd unzipped a front pocket of her carryall, and was pulling out... "You should not wear tight pants! The trick to fashion is to tease: Leave something to the imagination!" ...a pair of scissors. ("You're right!! That's why her boobs aren't flopping a-- Ow!! OW!!") "What are you going to do with those?!!" the girl yelled wide-eyed, as she saw Caitlyn raise them like a knife. ("Good going, sister! Serves him right for--Hey! Not me-- Yeek!!") "I'm getting to the crux of your problem!" she told her, stabbing down at the girl's open zipper. ("If we all rush her--") Gem yelped as Caitlyn just missed her groin. ("You start!") With the speed of an expert, the brunette cut through the underside of the pants. "Tight wasn't good enough for you? You had to wear boy's pants? ...and boy's underwear, too!" "They were the first things I grabbed!" Gem told her. ("Get over there! That wild girl is leaving that side alone!") "Start pulling!" Caitlyn told her, while she slid around on her knees to cut into the other leg, just below the knees. ("First she's got to let you move!") Flexing her leg muscles, and using all of her strength, Gem pulled at the cut, and worked the tear down her right thigh. And when Caitlyn had made a cut large enough, she put her fingers in, and started ripping it up the left leg; she even used her teeth. ("What are those two girls doing over there? Making bandages?") When the strange girl's pants were sufficiently ruined for her to be moved, Caitlyn helped her up. "Let's get into the girls' room!" "The girls' room!!?!" she cried. ("Bandages? Good! We're going to need some!") "What? You think you can go into the boys' room like that, Jim?!" "What did you say?!!" the girl gaped. "No arguing, Jim: I was brave enough to help you, you can be--" There was a flash like lightning! Caitlyn screamed, and shoved Jim into the girls' room ahead of her, leaving the slide sandals outside. +++ Outside the clamor continued, as now they had to worry about more than just being struck by a ball. "Do you think it's safe in here?!" she asked Jim. "No!" Gem said, trying, now, to push his way past Caitlyn for the door. "Oh, come on, Jim! It's just the girls' room! And you're a girl!" "I am not!!" Caitlyn looked from Gem's 35 or 36 C cup under the vest to 'his' exposed and empty briefs. "Try going to boys' gym." "Grr-Arr!!" he cried in his frustration. While he was distracted, Caitlyn turned him around, and pushed him deeper into 'the other side's' territory. "Let's hide in the stalls!" "The stalls?!" "You have stalls in the boys' room!" "You peeked!" Gem accused, even as he was shoved into one. "Don't tell me boys stand up all of the time!" she said, ducking into another. Hearing the door slam shut, Gem immediately opened his door, and headed for the way out. "Are you girls okay?!" a tall woman asked as Gem practically had the door shoved in his face. "What's happening out there?!" Caitlyn asked from her stall. "It appears to be over," said the brunette with her long hair done in a French braid, looking at the girl with the orange hair and eyes. "It is?!!" Gem smiled. "There was a bright flash like magician's use, and, poof, the attacking girl was gone." The woman in the black pinstripe pants suit couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. "Then I can get out of--" "You can't go out like that!!" Caitlyn yelled, coming out of the stall. (His state of undress began to penetrate Gem's mind.) "I'm afraid your girlfriend's correct." "She's not my girlfriend!!" Gem (What did it look like, what with his clothes torn to shreds by Caitlyn?) told her. "Pants with holes in them are against the school dress code," said the woman, (Gem groaned: Now he recognized her:) the new Vice Principal. "'Dress code'?? What about, oh, say: 'Public indecency'?!" Caitlyn demanded. (Gem was covering himself, now.) "That, too," the VP, Mrs. Abigail Adams agreed. "I'm Caitlyn Daiseby, the award winning fashion designer!" "Yes, Miss Daiseby, everybody knows who you are. If you can put something on, er, who are you?" "Aw, cripe! Do I have to tell... I guess, I do. It's, Jim-- Gem: Gem Starr!" "'Gem Starr'," the woman repeated the name, her black eyes telling Gem she was making a point of remembering who that name. (As if anybody could.) +++ Outside there was a lot of post-event noise. A girl squeezed past the crowd to open the door. What she found, at the other end of the girls' room, was Caitlyn down on a knee, just finishing up cutting a bolt of pearl satin that an orange haired girl had wrapped around her; the girl seemed to be wearing a boy's shirt (with no bra). Ripped up jeans were on the floor in the corner. "A skirt!!" Gem cried in protest. "We don't have time to make you pants!" Caitlyn said back at him, putting the remaining cloth back into her open wheeled carryall. "I don't want to wear anything without leg holes!" "Give skirts a try," Caitlyn said, putting the scissor back into the carryall. "Only this stunting male hang-up keeps you from enjoying all that fashion can provide!" She pulled out a pin dispenser. "That's right! And it's going to stay that way!" "She's right, Caitlyn." "Aaa!! There's a girl in here!" Gem dropped the material. "Now is not the time for your post-modernist pseudo- feminism, Max!" said Caitlyn, pulling down Gem's briefs. "Don't listen to the high priestess of high fashion," Maxine Wells answered from inside a stall. (And the sound told Gem why she was there.) "Guys are never goin' ta evolve any more! It's women who've got ta change!" "I don't like girls who don't act like girls!" Gem cried, even as he was forced to accept ("I've got scissors.") the cloth around his waist again. "Good! What could be more girl than wearing a skirt?" Caitlyn said, starting to pin him in. "I don't mean me!!" "Women can't be selfish," Max said. "It's only by standin' together that women can be what they want to be." "And what if we want to be feminine!?!" Caitlyn responded, pinning up the inside seam. "Who wants to be feminine!?!!" Gem protested (and almost got poked by Caitlyn). Flush! "There! There's a girl who understands. The only way ta be a man's equal is ta act like a man." The stall door opened. Max had on brown waffle-stompers, baggy moss green cargo-style jeans, and an oversized, long-sleeved denim shirt under a black leather vest. They all, somehow, made her look bulkier than her rather cute face with the sports glasses and boy's style short brown hair would suggest. "Oh, no!!" Gem gasped. "I'm almost as short as Max is!" "It's not about size, it's about attitude," the nearly five foot girl replied, pulling on her black leather gloves. "When you've got that, even muscle-bound Neanderthals can't stand in your way." "That; and trick armor," Caitlyn snorted, getting out her hand-held, emergency sewing machine. "And I have it, 'cause I have the attitude," Max said smugly. "There's a trick to how Max can beat up guys?" Gem asked. "Oh, no!" Caitlyn said, turning on the machine. "If you're going to be a girl, you're going to be a girl!" "I 'm not going to be a girl!!" +++ Sewn into his new skirt, Caitlyn let Gem pull up his briefs while she tested the fit. "Even I don't wear briefs," Max said. "What's this about briefs?" two more girls had entered the girls' room. They wore white socks, midi plaid-and-pleated skirts, red blazers, and white blouses with Girl Scout like bright green-and-white neck scarves. "Does it have to do with your boy-friend ?" the redhead (Lucinda) giggled. Her curly hair was pulled up nearly on top of her head and made a ponytail with a green scrunchie. "How vulgar! Wearing your boyfriend's underwear!" the well- coifed blonde turned up her nose. "Sounds like fun to me!" the Lucinda grinned. "And is he, also, wearing your underwear?" the blonde arched an eyebrow at the thought. "Are they used?" Lucinda giggled. "There's nothing wrong with boys being more glam!" Caitlyn said snugging up the skirt with another safety pin. "Yes there is!!" Gem told her. (Damn! There was nothing but shorts covering his bubble bottom.) "Es-pecially, if they are used," the blonde sniffing at the male scent of the sweaty clothes. "Clothes should be respected, and be kept clean and presentable as much as possible," Caitlyn said, pulling out some pink material from her carryall. "You should not be giving people unlaundered things." "Why?" Max asked. "She's not goin' ta get any germs she hasn't already gotten." "These are my own--Hey!!" Gem cried as Lucinda lifted the front of his skirt. "She is wearing boy's briefs!" Lucinda said. "What are you, some kind of dyke?" Max asked. "Look who's talking," the blonde said. "Don't judge by appearances," Max told her. "Just by looking at you, people might think you were decent, Zabeth." "Before you spread your rumors about Gem, Zabeth," Caitlyn said, "I'm letting you know I'm making her my personal project!" "What does that mean!?!" Gem yelled. "Just because you are the richest in the school doesn't mean you can be its arbiter, Caitlyn!" the blond Zabeth challenged her. "I've never tried for the position," Caitlyn easily rebuffed her. "I've never much cared for what people think." "That's for sure!!" Gem yelled, but was still not heard. +++ "I don't want to go out there!!" "You can't install yourself in the girls' room all day!" "I can, if I have diarrhea!" "Then you would be sent to the nurse." "Enough, already! There's only one of us that can go out there now." "Max! You traitor!!" Gem yelled as she was easily tossed out the door by the small girl. Gem found himself outside in a pearl white satin skirt with a dangling pink belt--front of the crowd that had gathered to see for themselves all of the balls that still remained in the Hub's hall! "Is she the one who wears her boyfriend's shorts?!" "Maybe any date will do!" "Yeah! ' Like a souvenir!" "Maybe mine can be the next one!" "Get real!" "Yeah: Look how cute she is!" "Cute? Why can't she be beautiful?!" "I like cute girls better!!" "But she's got Orange eyes and hair!" "On her they look cute!" "Her name is Gem, and they look like gems!" "Faceted, even." "Do you have a boyfriend?" Imran asked. "I can treat you better!" Angelo promised. "I've got five months allowance saved up!" Tudor lied. "Get away from me, you jerks!" Gem cried, pivoting around and running back to-- "Open up!! Let me in!!" Gem pounded on the door that wouldn't open. "Draw them away, so we can get out!" Caitlyn to him. Gem rammed his shoulder against the door (and sending ripples through his girl-fat), "You're the one who said she doesn't care what people think!!" "Do as she says, or I'll forget I'm a lady, and beat you up!" Max threatened. "Catfight! Catfight!" some in the crowd began to chant. "That's enough of that!" the stern voice of a woman declared. Gem turned to face, again, the VP, Mrs. Adams. The crowd had parted before her. She stood there, her arms crossed, eying the orange-eyed girl. "Miss Starr, I see. I shall have to put this on your record." "My record!?!" What record!? And without proof that he belonged in the school: The police again! Dad! And no one would be there to bail him out-- Because he wasn't him!! "It's not her fault!" Angelo spoke up. Then, Imran: "She was thrown at us!" "If you want to punish somebody, punish us!" Tudor said. "What are you taking!?" his friend said. "He thinks that there are too many of you for me to punish," Mrs. Adams informed the friend, still not taking her eyes off of Gem. "But since you all seem to care for Miss Starr, I think I can punish you by punishing her." "That's not fair!" "Now, we'll never see her underpants." "There's always later." "Out of my way!" Gem said. "Where do you think you're going, Miss Starr?" the VP asked. "To the Office!" +++ Gem stood on the other side of the glass door, looking out as the VP got the crowd to move along. "Man!" he sighed with temporary relief. "I thought they might attack me because they 'like' me! (Urrgh!)" Of course that didn't mean they couldn't look at him through that same door. (And his "Go Ahead, And Do It!" shirt.) Gem pulled at the hem of the above-the-knee skirt (Why did Caitlyn have to fold her bolt of cloth?!), and felt very uncomfortable. The bare feet did not help. He did the only thing he could do: Move away from the door, and take a seat in the waiting area. As soon as he sat down, he felt how utterly different girls were, down there. Up until then, most of his attention had been focused on those damned annoying breasts(!). But it was below the waist that was really, and truly non-male: Alien! (In his case, literally). Starting with that wide, bowl shaped pelvis, and, of course, those jutting hips that made the legs go-- "What are you?! A paleontologist!? Why are you thinking about bone structure ?!" he told himself, trying to bring some sense back into his messed up life. "What about this bubble butt and these thick thighs that plump out just by sitting! What about the--" He was getting the attention of the secretaries (mostly women), and four students (all guys). Again he pulled at the hem. "How do girls sit in these?" he muttered, the answer having gone missing at the moment. "It's you!!" a girl yelled. "You!!" Gem yelled, standing up. It was that hacked-up blue haired girl from last night, in his house. Right: His step-Mom's girl. "I take it you know each other?" Mrs. Adams said, entering just as Dianne wanted to escape. Dianne let herself be pulled from the exit, "I don't want to have anything to do with her!!" "Alright, then. I will make sure you do not have classes together. For a start, you can have Mr. Grant as your homeroom teacher. Miss Starr has Mr. Jackson." "I do!?" Miss Starr said in surprise. "That's what our records show." "I have records??! --OWW!!" "That cat came out of nowhere and scratched her!" Dianne noted as the black cat disappeared deeper into the office, running on only three of its white paws, but not the one that had scratched Gem's left ankle. "Traitor!!" Gem screamed at Bootz. "I'm surrounded by traitors!" The End of this installment [Confession: I combined two of my TG ideas. It wasn't until this story that I settled on a past for Teal (Jim and Dianne would definitely be less blond, if I had started out with this history). That storyline has not been integrated into the UFO one, yet. When I get the idea of how to merge the two storylines, "Gem Starr" could become epic.] PERHAPS: Somebody at Fictionmania could write a story with the reincarnation idea, but where (as counter-evolutionary as the gender-change would be) it is a female who awakens in a male body? I give you permission to use the Tao incense burner idea.