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Jeanni Lamphear Will Make Your Wishes Come True 6-7: Elvis is in the House By Ron Dow75 6: The Mythical "'King'" 15-year-old John Smith, still "Jean" in the 18-year-old body of Jeanni Lamphear (but in his own big pants, and flannel shirt), was passing the first house of the duplex complex that ran the whole length of the block across from the Colgate estate. He paused to look at it that one double house. "What?" the well-tailored Ben asked, looking over the yard high stone terrace to see if he could see what the multi-media star was looking at. Dyan wasn't out. =Maybe I should just go up, and have her wish me back to being me. I can trust her!= But, Jean thought, turning 'his' head to check on the large 15-year-old who was standing a might too close for 'his' comfort, =But I can't trust Ben! He's the last person I'd want to know he can change me into a girl at any time he wanted.= They cut across the street, heading straight for the gate that was off-center in the wall that wrapped around the two-acre estate. =Last!? What about Willy!?! He would definitely be last!! Then Ben! No, maybe Stan: For the handsomest and most well-dressed boy he knew, son of the second richest man in town, he could be unbelievably shy. If Stan knew that there wasn't really a girl inside his media idol, then he might decide to make up for all of his lost girl-time. I bet he wouldn't be shy about putting his hands on me, then. Ben, at least, wouldn't attack me straight on. He'd try to con his why into my pants. I would at least get a warning.= =There might be one other person besides Dyan I can trust with the secret. If Earnest wasn't so big a loser that these losers are the only ones who'll hang out with him, he'd be a basically decent guy; I guess. Besides, he's got a big crush on Jeanni Lamphear. He'd do anything for her.= =Including, killing me. I'm the guy who suppressed, kicked out-- maybe even killed her spirit! He could think it'd come back, once he got rid of me! Unlike Ben and the other losers, Earnest isn't that interested in her body. He has this weird hang-up because his mother is a lesbian. His mother must've raised him to believe that girls are better than guys. He definitely thinks that his mother is better. He certainly spends enough time with her when he can.= =I take that back about Willy being at the top of the last-to- know list. A pervert, I can understand. While Earnest... Never trust anybody too earnest.= "Here we are!" Ben announced, acting as if he'd gotten a girl who didn't quite know she was a date to come over to his place. "I've been here before," Jean told him in the way a girl tells a guy she wasn't a date. 'He' wished, again, that 'he' was a guy again; then this loser wouldn't even think of thinking of 'him' as a date (to use the least stomach-turning name for it). "Of course you have!" Ben smiled, pretending he hadn't gotten the signals from the girl with the light golden skin and dark golden hair. "You were drawn here, because that was where we cast our spell on you." "Listen up!! You cast one spell on me: One! And that's all you're going to get! I am not, or ever will be enchanted, charmed, bewitched -And most especially: Captivated!- by you guys! You got that?!!" "'Captivated'?" Ben smiled, as he gestured for the 'lady to precede'. "It sounds like a process, to me." Jean thought of 'his' round butt, and made it understood who was to go first, "And what does that mean?!" Ben went on ahead, "The spell brought you, and is keeping you close to us..." "There is no proof it does!!" Jean pushed him aside. "The only reason I'm still around you guys is that I haven't tried to get away yet!!" "As long as you are around us, there's always the chance that we, the Crue, can work our magic on you." And Ben closed the large green door, looking at her perfect butt. "Thanks!" "I've done something else for you?" he smiled. She turned that butt away, "Yes: You've motivated me to find out if I can get away from you. All I need is some ID." Of course the shirt draped off of 'his' boobs. Ben studied what Jeanni's body was wearing, and remembered (fondly) what he'd first seen her in, yesterday (short shorts). "I'd ask what happened to your own clothes, but I don't want to know." "Look! Your pop owns a piece of just about everything in this town..." "He even owns the rights to the name. It was his idea to change it to Mythical. One day he's going to turn the whole place into a theme park: The 'Mythical Small Town'!" "(It figures.) He must know how I can get some ID." "And why would I want to do that, 'My Beauty of Mythic Proportions'?" Nathan "'King'" Colgate asked, making his entrance from the parlor, off to the said of the wide main hall. Jean held back 'his' saying, 'Gag me', to say, instead, "Because Jeanni Lamphear is a beauty, and you have a weakness for beautiful girls?" "Which is all the more reason not to come to your assistance, 'My Golden Damsel'." Now it was Ben's pop who was gesturing for the 'date' to enter ahead of him. The parlor this time! The first law of getting a favor, whether boy or (urg!) girl, is not to eye too hard the hand you're trying to get to feed you; Jean felt like a fly as 'he' entered the parlor. (They had to be checking 'him' out behind 'his' back.) "Why deprive myself of your presence, perhaps even company, any sooner than I have to?" Nathan said coming in after. =Think! Think!= Jean told 'himself'. "Business!" "Business!?" Nathan's smile had another layer added the ones he had been wearing. "In that case, we need to have some privacy," he said, turning to unhook the velvet rope that held the main drape open. Too late; Ben had ducked inside the eclectic (Queen) Victorian parlor. "Jeanni is my guest," he informed his pop (who put on a show of closing the drape anyway). "You can stay, Ben," Jean told him, firmly. 'He' was surrounded by curios, mostly antique kitsch from around the world. "She called me 'Ben'," he smiled at his pop. "Then, you must call me 'Nathan'," pop said to Jeanni. "The only reason I called him 'Ben' was..." =because he's a snotnose kid, like me! If I called you Colgate, it might sound like I respected...= "I'd like to call you "'King'"." "You would!?!" Nathan Colgate's face lit up. Somebody actually wanted to use his self-appointed nickname. "Yes. I would." =Because it's a dog's name!= ""'King'", it shall be. If I may be, uh, presumptive, it can be your... pet name for me?" "Definitely," Jean suppressed a smirk. "And what shall I call you?" "What!? I don't want you..." "Queen! Every "'King'" must have his..." "That's Mom's pet name," Ben reminded his pop. "Oh. Her," and "'King's'" smile lost some of its luster. "With her knack for barging in at the wrong time, she'd probably return from her third around the world tour to catch us with you wearing her 'Miss Missouri' costume." "I thought you were divorced?!" Jean asked. "What do you think were the grounds?" Ben said. "That was at least three wives ago, and she still comes back like a bad check." "Actually, her ancestry is Hungarian," Ben said. "Actually!" "'King'" asserted, "'Transylvanian'!" "As interesting as you find this, can we get down to the business of me getting ID?!" "First things first," "'King'" insisted. "As in first names-I know: Eden! Your name is Jeanni-" "No!! No more of that joke!" Jean insisted rather harshly. "Her nickname is 'The Golden Girl'," Ben suggested, apparently wanting in on the "pet name" game. "'King'" said, "She's too young to be one. When I think of a 'Golden Girl' I think of Rue McClanahan." "I don't want to be 'Golden' any thing! I'd end up being called 'Goldilocks'? What if 'Papa Bear' shows up?!" Ben said, "When I think of 'Papa Bear', I think of 'Hogan's Heroes'." "'King'" liked both ideas: "Hey! That's not a bad..." "I don't want to be 'Baby Bear'!" Ben told him. And before "Poppa" could say anything, "Mom would be 'Mama Bear'." That got rid of that idea. =Think! Think!= Jean was determined to think of something before these two gave him something so cutesy that the boy he... "I know! It will be my codename. Code: Not pet 'Formerly'!" "What??" Ben asked. "Is that from some CD, or video of yours?" "'King'" asked. "There was this guy, a singer-like Jeanni Lamphear! The one that did the movie, "Purple Rain"!" "He also sang one of my favorite songs!" "'King's'" smile was back. And he began to sing-song it, "'Let's Party Like It's 1999!' When tech stocks were worth se-ver-al times, their weight in gold!" "Now, can we get me some ID?!" "You were talking about business, 'Former Leigh'?" "'King'" asked, clearly savoring the name that marked their "special" relation. "Look! Jeanni Lamphear is a very successful multi-media star. She has got to have money! But, she's also got at least(!) a dozen people working for her. Where do you think their jobs would go, if she split? If I'm to get away, I've got to have an identity they don't know about." "I see what you mean," "'King'" said, still smiling, but rubbing his chin. "What you're saying is that you can't really pay... not in legal tender." "Not in Legal tender!?! I'm not going to do something illegal! Especially if it involves," he could barely bring himself to say: "sex!!" "I was referring, 'Leigh', to trade in the form of services." "What kind of 'services'?" Jean asked suspiciously, 'his' soft flesh crawling. "'King'" offered her a place on his settee. Jean looked at, and made a point of moving to one of matching velvet upholstered, spray-gold Louis XIV (or whatever that fancy style was called) chair. "'King'" shrugged as he sat down in the settee, "As Ben was telling you, I'm trying to make something of this small town." "Mythical," Jean added, glancing up towards the teen. He was standing nearby, next to a nickelodeon, trying to look casual. Jean made it a point to check on the buttons of 'his' flannel shirt. (And 'he' did it without touching 'his' boobs.) "We even have several facades in place (mainly in Old Town). Taken right off the screen of old movies." Ben added, "We had to change the 'Bates Motel'. Universal owns the rights to that. "And modify a few other things, for similar reasons." "As I was saying!" "'King'" said as soon as he'd caught Ben's attention with his smiling glare. "We're using the Golden Age of the Movies as our model. The time when Ashkenazi Jewish Moguls set the standard for what was wholesome, All-American white bread." Ben smirked, "Isn't it ironic that there are people who hate Jews because they think they destroyed what they created in the first place?" "Uh... Okay, (if you want to lump a whole group together, yourselves)," Jean nodded, not knowing, or caring, if the Colgates were right. "But, I don't get it. Why would anybody come to a place like that?" "Exactly! We need more than just a model set, we need the model herself!" "Me!?!! I mean, Jeanni?!" "People like Goldfish, Mayers, and the Cohns sold the myth-With stars!" "Jeanni Lamphear is just one star! And she's not that particularly 'wholesome' or All-American." =Not the way 'she's' was sitting.= "She's basically a teen scream queen type!" "You're more than that!" Ben insisted. "What about 'One-Girl Family'?!" "I believe you were very wholesome in that TV show," "'King'" informed 'him'. (His glances had 'him' glad 'he' was wearing pants.) "Not when she played her teenage brother! She dated her best friend!! Then the writers decided her brother was gay, and she had find a way to date her own boyfriend without him finding out she wasn't gay!" "We never did find out if her boyfriend, Mitch, was really gay or not," Ben said, still curious. Jean saw that they weren't really hearing a word 'he' was saying, "-And in case it's missed your attentions, the show got cancelled!" "Nothing lasts forever," "'King'" said. "Especially on TV." Ben shook his head, "Think of all the fanfics out there that people won't be able to relate to in a few years time." Jean mocked, "You're the one to talk!" "What?" "'King'" asked. "Is there something about Ben I don't know about?" "You know about my web site?" Ben asked, no one visited him on the Internet. Jean continued with 'his' mocking, "I know! It's mainly about the Gabors! Especially Ava!" "The Gabors??" "'King'" asked, even more confused. "As in 'Green Acres'? 'The Wife of Monte Crisco'? 'The Aristocats'?" Jean added, "Don't forget Zsa Zsa's 'Queen of Outer Space'! A classic." "It's because they're Hungarian, like my Mom!" "No, it's not!" "As tempting as it is to hear the punch line for why the, uh, author has a fascination with Ava Gabor..." Jean sneered at Ben, but directed his remarks at "'King'", "I'll write you a story, someday, about it." "...uh, okay. But to get back to business; you were saying you weren't 'wholesome' enough. Do you think the great movie stars were?! They all had morals clauses, but what fanned the interest were the scandals!" "Jeanni doesn't have any scandals, either!" Ben got his smile back, "What about Derek Krain?" And seeing another chance to return in kind (his idol, though she was) some of what she'd given him, added, "And the Baton Rouge Night Club, 'Red Styk'?" "It was Mardi Gras!" Jean knew that story, too. "That's wonderful!" "'King'" grinned. "Scandal, and a mitigating excuse! Enough borderline straying of 'America's Sweetheart'..." ("I told you, Jeanni's not a 'Sweetheart'!!") "...and we can pique the interest of both sides of the Wholesome Line. Which you know, you being in Show Business, and all, 'Leigh', are the optimum target. Just like in politics, you want to go for the mushy middle where most people are!" "That's your idea of, er, movieland All-America?" Jean always knew the Colgates didn't know when enough was enough. "It's seasoning!" Ben said. "Nothing is as American as Chinese food!" "'King'" told her. "Except pizza!" Ben said, and his pop conceded the point with a nod in his direction. "What about 'Mom's Apple Pie'?" ("Arab," Ben said.) "Hot dogs?" ("German") "Ice cream!!" ("Back to Chinese.") "We'll sell those, too," "'King'" answered. "But as I was saying: This man was curious to know why Chinese was so popular, because, to him, it was too bland." ("Bland!" Ben continued his expansions. "That's what you think of when you think of 'white bread'!") "Right! Well, he decided, in the good old All-American entrepreneurial spirit-" ("That's French.") "But we perfected it!" "'King'" frowned at this commentary, before getting to the climax of the story, "This businessman added the Italian spices he grew up with, and founded 'Chun King'!" ("He later sold it, and founded "Geno's"!") "What I'm getting at, Little Leigh," "'King'" said, "We need something to spice up our ad campaign!" "To get the public's attention!" Ben said. "Which will get the investors' attention," "'King'" said. "Something we can set on our wonderful place settings. A tasty dish that..." "Hold it!!" Jean cried, feeling like a tasty dish. "All this talk of food keeps reminding me that I haven't had breakfast yet!" *** Jean came out of the bathroom (trying not to remember what 'he' had had to do), and thought about getting out before the Colgates ("'King'" and "Rover") got 'him' up to 'his' long, slim neck in one of their schemes. =And how far can 'I' go without any ID? I don't even have a driver's license, even if 'I' was me. Just a learner's permit. I don't even have a car, for cripe's sake! And where would I get the money to rent one? Without any ID, what kind of a job could I get? All I can do is runaway, and hope for the best.= =And be stuck as a girl for the rest of my life, because that sick, stupid spell says only twelve people or whatever can turn me back to me again!= "There you are, Li'l Leigh!" "'King'" said, coming out of the kitchen door at the end of the main hall. "Are you ready to join us?" "I'm afraid I am," Jean grumbled. *** "Cereal? You're rich, and you have cereal for breakfast??" "But we have the most expensive they sell!" Ben defended his reputation. Jean watched as he poured the milk on his Grape Nuts. "Don't you have a cook? I know you have a butler, Stuart! Why can't he make something?" "Stuart is not a butler," "'King'" informed his guest, using his silver spoon to gesture. "He's my executive assistant. It's his job to take care of all the details. As the CEO, I'm more of a CIO, and he's the COO and CFO." Jean looked at him, "I have no idea what you just said." "Stuart does whatever Pop doesn't want to do," Ben told her, pouring his own milk. "After all, it's his money. He gets to set the rules." "For this town, I'm afraid he does," Jean sighed, poking 'his' spoon into the cereal; and noticing how close 'his' boobs were to the tabletop. Feeling like a "'King'", Nathan Colgate chuckled, "Much to the annoyance of my oldest and dearest friend and rival, Lipsky!" "Stan's father," Jean nodded. 'He' talked as 'he' ate, "He developed the part of his land that faces yours with those ugly duplexes." "'King'" chuckled again (though one not so pleased), "He did that out of spite." It was his turn to push the spoon into the cereal. "He was mad that I had developed that tract of houses across from his the Smiths, and others live in. He's still mad." "Those houses you built are not the typical type of houses I remember seeing in old movies," Jean said, seeing, maybe a way out. "I must admit, I was going for economy when I commissioned the architect. Sometimes, no matter how creative you are, you can not think of everything at once." Then "'King'" became phony modest, "Especially, when you have so many ideas going around in your head at once." "Okay," Jean screwed up 'his' courage, and nearly losing 'his' appetite, "what's your idea for using Jeanni Lamphear to promote your Mythical idea?" "I'm going to photograph you-using this real, professional photog I know-at all those places in town I was telling you about." Then he revealed the "most brilliant" part of his plan (or so the gleam in his eyes showed that's how he thought of it), "And you will be in the old movie costumes that best fit the backdrop!" The End of this chapter +++ The author is not Ben: I have no Gabor stories, other than "Green Acres". Yet. I had been remembering what drew my interest back to that show when I still got TVLand; and I got the idea for a supplemental story to that series called "Now, For Something Completely Off-the-Wall". I plan on writing it, when the time is right for me. About Mystical: It's a town in the American Heartland (as I define geography) that is too far from anyplace to every become a suburb. After the boom times of the Old West, it maintained a certain economy until the Great Depression. Since then it had pretty much stagnated until Nathan "'King'" Colgate started developing nearby farmland that his family (and, later others) had owned. Thanks to some rather unbelievable events, he became richer than his "oldest and dearest friend and rival", Clement Lipsky, the once (inherited) wealthiest man in the area. +++ 7: Is TV Just a State of Body? The 15-year-old in a woman's body had lost 'his' appetite for brunch: "What!!?!" Jean cried. "Dress up in dresses, and, and gowns, and-all that other crap girls wore in those old movies!?!!" Nathan "'King'" Colgate grinned. "Beautiful, isn't it? Or, should I say, 'Glamorous'! That's what we're going to be really selling. Even when you're dressed up like one of the girlfriends of 'Andy Hardy'," (then he started reeling some of them off, as if that would interest a Show Business insider like Jeanni Lamphear) "Judy Garland, Dona Reed, Lana Turner, Esther Williams..." "I never heard of most of them, let alone this 'Hardy' guy!" "Pop, don't get too dated," Ben said, who had problems of like of his own with his fanfics. "But there are vested interests out there!" King smiled, as if he had thought of all the angles. "If we can show that people who know who Jeanni Lamphear is want to know who's she's supposed to be this(!) time (remember that was what she did in her TV show 'One-Girl Family'), then the powers-that-want-to-be will use their own resources to help promote her as a way of advancing their own profits, and thus ours, the 'Mythical Small Town'!" "Pop, there are no vested interest in 'Andy Hardy' or half the movies you're interested in. Their copyrights must've gone public long ago!" "No copyrights go public, any more!" "'King'" asserted. "The courts are on the side of those out to make a buck! It's good for the economy: 'It's a Wonderful Life' was in the public domain only a short time, before the banks got it back!" "Then think of it this way, Pop: Who wants to see a sexy girl like Jeanni as one of your bobbysoxers!" "Nobody's going to see Jeanni as a sexy girl!" =Not as long as I'm her!= "Bobbysoxers were more after the 'Andy Hardy' movies. I think. They were the first screaming, fainting, raving fans of the very first true teen idol, Frank Sinatra!" "Who?!" a frowning Jean asked. "Pop has a big collection of old movies. Sinatra was the first Elvis." "I'd rather dress like Elvis, than wear a dress!" "See, Pop!? If you want to get people's attention, you have to dress Jeanni like a Vegas act!" "I'm not going to do that, more!!" "To use gowns and revealing costumes, we would have to have a Vegas-style setting," Nathan "'King'" Colgate told his son; if he was to take after his old man, what he should've been able to figure out for himself. "We're trying to sell the 'Mythical' ideal!" "We can do both, with the proper story line," Ben said, leaning closer, conspiratorial-like. "In entertainment, it's contrast that sells, right after violence and sex. -Especially, if you match it up with the other two. Racing cars are more interesting off the track; sex is more interesting outside the bedroom. ...Outside the house." "There's not going to be any sex!!" Jean told them again in 'his' high voice. "Hmm...Didn't they end 'Honeymoon in Vegas' with not only the guy dressed like a Flying Elvi, but the bride like a showgirl..." "I told you: No way!!" =I thought a girl voice's carried!?!= Ben added (to his pop), "You said yourself they told Harpo Marx, 'You can get away with murder, if you show the victim murdering first'." "They did not!!" =I guess I have to put more screech into it.= "Leigh's right," "'King'" used his pet name for Jeanni. "But the idea is there: All you have to do is give it the right justification! Think what it would do for my costume rental business, if people could walk the streets of Mythical as any character they choose." Jean continued trying to be heard, "People do that already!! Haven't you ever been to California!?!" Ben smiled for 'her', "But can they do it in 'A Mythical' place, where fantasies can come true?" "That's the definition of California!" =The screeching's making my throat sore.= "Are you sure you're from California?" "'King'" asked her. "That was before the producers went to Canada; and the white-flight to the suburb states." "We could start a new Vancouver!" Ben said, catching the fire. "This state hates unions! Unions are still given lip service in Canada." "The new white-flight: Real Estate prices! Anti-taxes backlash!" "Enough with the politics!!" Jean cried, rising from 'his' chair. "I'd have to be as crazy as I look to trust you Colgates!! I'll find my fake ID some other way!" Jean wondered if 'his' dad had really meant his offer to him, as John. All he'd have to do, then, was find a way that Jeanni Lamphear got it instead of John Smith. Simple, right? "Hold on, Little Leigh!" Nathan Colgate said, raising and reaching out his hand towards her. "We want you to have that ID... Several, even!" Jean stepped away from those hands: "Ha! What good's having ID's that you'll use against me!? Instead of worrying about just Jeanni's sycophants finding her, I'd have to keep looking for you over my shoulder! And if I didn't do what you wanted, you'd blackmail me! Tell everybody who I was! Where I was! -That I had(!) fake ID!" "I quite assure you, Little Leigh, you would be worth more to us lost, than found." "I'll believe that!" "You can," Ben smiled, sitting back in his kitchen chair. "We're trying to sell a myth here." "You are your pop's son!" "'King'" smiled at him. Then, "And not just our myth, either, Little Leigh! Think of the market value of your music, movies, shows, endorsements-And-your name, when Jeanni Lamphear passes from one of a galaxy of stars... to a legend!" "What?" "Artistes are always worth more once their work is thought of as collectors' items!" Ben popped up with: "'A Guy Could Get Killed'!" "What!?!!" Jean cried, the screech threatening to come back. "'King'" was pleased that his son had seen some of his old tapes, "There's this movie where James Garner is a writer who arranges things to make it look like Dick Van Dyke, this painter, is dead!" "You'd be Dick Van Dyke!" Ben said. "I don't want to be any kind of dyke!!" "'King'" assured her, "And we don't want you to be, either, Li'l Leigh. We're selling glamour." "I don't want to be a drag queen, either!" Now it was "'King's'" turn, "What? I believe you're mixing your genders, Little Leigh." "That's my whole problem!!" Jean cried, 'his' throat going sore again; and, having had enough, 'he' left. "Van Dyke didn't die in the movie!" Ben explained, quickly following after. "He pretended to be somebody else, while Garner made him famous!" Despite 'his' feeling, the exclamation marks became more an indication of his mood, not volume. "I don't want to be famous!" =Come and ogle the famous freakin' pervert!= Nathan "'King'" Colgate rushed to remind her, "You're already famous! Only when people think you're dead will they leave you alone!" "They'll leave me alone if I'm not Jeanni Lamphear." =As long as I'm not famous, too.= "There! You see?! Be a big famous star, and you'll never get the peace you're looking for!" Jean felt snarled up on another strand of spider's web. But 'he' refused to let the Colgates talk him into anything. The jouncing all that girl-parts around 'him' argued against it. "I'm going to be left alone with you and who-knows-who-else using me in their advertising!?!" "You'll be Elvis!" Ben told her. "People are always finding him; but most people ignore those people, because they know he's dead!" "So I'm going to have the fringe types noticing me!?" Ben told her, "All you have to say is that you're a celebrity impersonator!" "I have to pretend I'm not Jeanni Lamphear by pretending I'm somebody who pretends they're her!?!! That's even crazier than how I feel!" "Miss Lamphear," Nathan "'King'" Colgate tried to reason with her, "what do you think makeup is for?" The screech came back, "Makeup!!? That's to look glamorous! Like a real sexy girl!!" 'He' was ready to exit the big green front door of the Colgate Manse. =How can girls feel sexy when they felt like this?!= "That's right: A disguise! Knowing from experience, having had seven wives," ("Six," Ben tried to reminded him.) "what a woman looks like without her face is nothing like what you thought you were getting when you were closing the deal!" "Think of everything you did in your TV show!" Ben pleaded. "You can look like anyone!" "That's TV!! And, what's more, they had professional makeupers! And costumers! And proppers! And, and... A whole lot of other people who did everything for her!!" 'He' had to stop yelling like this. "'King'" knew he had to take a chance: "Then you're saying Jeanni Lamphear is too stupid to do anything for herself?" Of course, calling somebody stupid... "She's not stupid! And I'm not stupid! I could learn- And could look like everybody she looked like on that stupid show of hers!" ='She'!? Maybe 'I' am stupid: Here I am, not her!= ...Could work! "And I have the resources you need!" "'King'" Colgate got a very pleased smile. "I even own part of a beauty salon. I'm sure one of the ladies there know a thing or two about disguises!" "Mr. Lofsky!" Ben thought of something. It rang no chimes with either of the other two. "He's Stan's theater coach." "The high school drama teacher?" "He can teach you anything you need to know about disguises and how to act in each one." "Ben, I'm sure Jeanni Lamphear wouldn't have become a famous actress, if she didn't know how to do that!" "No!! I'll need all the help I can!" Jean knew how good of an actor he was: Lousy! "I mean, uh, Jeanni Lamphear always had directors, and... retakes!" =See?! There 'I' go again. I can't even pretend to be the somebody else I am!= "Then, it's settled!" "'King'" smiled, ready to shake on it. "No, it isn't! There are a whole lot of other things to settle, if I'm going to go and do this stupid thing! Like, how am I going to get around town?!" "'King'" nodded, "Your agent would be proud of you!" "If you tell Mah... Smithson, any deal is off! You got that?!" "Understood! An agent would only complicate things. Get the fait accompli, first!" "The 'fay' what!?!" "'King'" pushed ahead (turning his back on her as he walked back into the parlor), "My fleet of automobiles will be at your service: Complete with chauffeur! And, there is always my used car lot." Jean found 'himself' following, listening: "We shall find a personal dresser for you, to prepare, and have the clothes ready, and help you with your changes!" "My 'changes', hunh?" Jean got an inspiration. "It's got to be somebody I chose! And I chose Dyan! Dyan Hopkis is going to be my dresser, or I'm not going anywhere near this idea!" "Just like a star!" "'King'" said, as if he'd expected some diva demands (but, hopefully, not too much of the behavior). "This Dyan Hopkis, it is. I'll have her flown in from Hollywood!" "Pop, Dyan Hopkis goes to school with me," Ben informed him. "She's the same age as I am." "'King'" arched an eyebrow. "A relative?" "Get that dirty look off your face! Both of you! It's that I can't trust anybody else! If I can't have her to help me 'change', I won't do it. Period!" "Oh, Lord," "'King'" sighed a prayer. "If it's that time, there's going to be no reasoning with her. Ben, you say you know this girl. Why don't you..." "Part Two, of my demand: Nobody but me goes anywhere near Dyan without me knowing about it ahead of time: Understood!?!" *** Nathan "Kilgate and his son watched Jeanni Lamphear (she was worth watching, too, even in those big baggy pants and flannel shirt) as she headed for their gate, eating a peanut-butter-and- jam sandwich, and drinking some Snapple. "For somebody who's a Show Business veteran, she doesn't make many demands." "She's enough of a veteran to know she's got a weak hand," Ben said. "As long as her agent is in town." "Her agent's in town?" Pop asked, interested. "She's John Smith's mother. I met her, and had to save Jeanni from her. You can forget about trying to sell 'wholesome', if she gets her hands on her." "Her, too?" "Her what... No! ...at least, I don't think so. Of course, John's Mom is divorced; and does lives in Hollywood.... "But Jeanni would never do anything like that. What would Derek Krain say? Not to mention all those dates she you read about in the tabloids. There hasn't been one hint about that; except for those times with Olyvia Wesson, and Jone-Beth Wilkes- But those were proven to be fakes: Photo manipulations! (Of course, she's the one who wanted to go to Earnest's house. His Mom has a 'roommate', you know.)" "Very interesting information," "'King'" complemented. =Especially about the manips. I'm going to have to look her up on the Internet.= He closed the door, "But tell me more about this agent, and how you rescued our Li'l Leigh?" "It seems like his mom is working for her promotion within the agency through Jeanni. If she can get her to come back under their control, then they'll sign over to her the complete say-so over Jeanni's career. And Smithson has big plans for her star, now that she's legal in age." "'Legal in age'!!! Hunh?" his pop knew what that meant; especially when his son said it. It was comforting to know that she was legal; for him, any way. "Why would a libertine like you want to rescue our Li'l Leigh from such a sad, but interesting, fate? Particularly as to a live Jeanni Lamphear, you're jailbait?" "It's like you tell me..." It was Ben who was leading the way into the parlor, now, "'Never get outflanked by another promoter'. If Ms. Smithson got what she wanted, what would I get? A bunch of pictures that anybody and everybody could buy... That I'd have to buy!" "True. True," his pop smiled and nodded. "Never give up anything without getting something better in return. A live star is worth more than a mere bunch of pictures! A few well-placed spy-cams and editing programs, and we'll have for ourselves real collectors' items! Made all the more valuable once we sell her as 'Miss Wholesome All-American'!" "The contrast!!" Ben at last saw the true extent of his Pop's genius. "There's a glut on the market of ordinary flesh! But if we can sell the collectors' on the idea that she's different, not like the usual girls they can see naked, and guarantee limited editions..." "Cor-rect. Then, once Mystical is established well-enough as a tourist spot, we'll release to the general public those that they didn't buy!" "And in the meantime, let's not forget blackmail!" Ben said eagerly. "If I'm going to be illegal, I might as well go all the way." "Oh?!" Pop frowned heavily at the idea. "And let me left holding the bag; while you, at last, remember you're a minor!?" *** Just as 'he' out to knock on the core door, it opened: "Jeanni!" greeted Dyan's beige haired, somewhat overweight mother. "I, uh, came to see Dyan? Your daughter?" "Of course you have! Why else would you be here!" And, seeing the guest just standing there, motioned for her to, "Come in! I expect her home any time now!" "Oh? What's she doing?" Jean came in. Being in a strange place made 'him' uncomfortable; being alone with a parent also made him uncomfortable. ...And a parent of the girl 'he' had a major crush on ('Jeanni" hoped it wasn't not too obvious)!? Her Dad was a bounty hunter! While, this one was... "She's out shopping with her friends. School's coming, you know." "That's almost a month away." =If I look at this place hard enough, maybe it can start looking familiar.= "Oh, you know how girls are!" she smiled. "I wish I didn't have to know," 'he' answered. =Please, stop talking about girls, so I can think about the duplex. It wasn't that bad for a small place, if you liked paper as the major...= "They're out planning their strategy. They've measured each other, and now their deciding who should buy what. I'm afraid Dyan won't buying too many clothes, this year," her Mom shook in head in sympathy. She directed her to sit on the small flower print sofa. "Clothes! It's a conspiracy! Why do girls have to wear clothes!" "What??" "I mean, why can't they wear normal clothes, like guys wear! Why do their things have to be more like, (Hmm!) costumes." "All clothes are costumes to one degree or another," she said as she sat down on padded chair. Next to it was stand with an old- fashioned writing arm, which could swivel. "But not to the degree girls take them," Jean tried not to talk too loudly; 'he' was on his best behavior, despite 'his' nerves. Besides, there was the sore throat. 'He' had to pace, "When it comes to girls, the only degree they're interested in is 'hot'!" Mrs. Hopkis chuckled. "Actually, female clothes are rather cool." "I don't think so. Not any more." "Is there something wrong? You can tell me. I know your secret, remember?" "You do!?!" Jean stopped, and stared at her as if he'd been caught. "You came over last night asking Dyan to help you with your disguise." "'My disguise'... Of course! I'm a girl was likes to dress up like a guy. That's what you told me." "I've done research on you." "You have!?" Jean said, feeling weak; 'he' sat down on the sofa. "Just since last night?" "You are quite popular, aren't you? You have many web sites devoted to you." =I'm not going to update mine. No announcement from me, ever again.= "I, uh, guess she- I do. Multi-media stars have more than one hook that gets people attached to them." "You used to be a tomboy?" she was just asking for confirmation of what she'd read. "Yes. A tomboy. That's what I am, at heart! That's the perfectly logical reason I don't like to wear girls' clothes!" "You must have had a difficult time wearing all those outfits the designers created for you." "Of course, I have! Wearing guys' clothes is a defense! A way to get away from the life I don't want!" 'His' sore throat was giving 'him' sound even more desperate. "You have developed a fetish, haven't you?" "A fetish?? I'm not into any thing like that: Believe me!" 'His' breaking, wanting to cough voice made it sound like a lie, even to 'him'. "I may be from California, but I'm basically ordinary! That's my talent! Ben's research says it is." "You're a transvestite." "I am not!! Only guys who wear women's clothes can be that!" "A transvestite wears the clothing meant for the opposite sex." "Don't say sex!" That did it: Jean coughed, losing most of 'his' volume. Jean lowered 'his' head into 'his' hands, and did 'his' best to ignore the boobs. "I'm strange enough without you making me think I'm even stranger when I'm wearing what I'm suppose to be wearing!" "I told you last night I was a spy." "Yeah; you told me." Talk about strange women. "Spies wear disguises." "James Bond never wore dresses." Jean raised 'his' head. "And the female agents never wore men's clothes." "I wouldn't know. I'm not a fan. I know they're famous for being..." Jean stifled a sore scream. "The first rule of being a spy is to forget who you were. You don't know who that the person was; you didn't know even that they existed." "And how is that going to help me?!" "Jeanni Lamphear!?!!" two girls screamed in unison. The End of this chapter *** John "Jean" Smith was not going to point out that "wholesomeness" was not as high, or, perhaps, nostalgic importance to America as the Colgates thought. 'He' just wanted 'his' hands on some ID. If they came off looking like fools after they'd made "Jeanni" (not really him, right!?) do some stupid posing in some stupid (urngh!) dresses: Good!! Hopefully, it would mean hardly anybody would see the pictures. Which would mean 'he' would only have the emotional scars of having "dressed up for Halloween"-Which guys did do on TV and in movies, right!? And all this rationalization was basically unorganized babble to what he was dealing with in 'his' overwhelmed here-and-now. Martha Hopkis is an insurance adjuster whose main reason for living in Mystical is to be near the Colgates. Their antics in the past has meant that they and their business interests pay high premiums, and the company needed somebody on the ground to quickly evaluate their claims before things got even more confused. And what of her advice to "Jeanni"? The Colgates' background check said that 'he' had a real talent for being ordinary. +++