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The Mercuries By Kim Ott So there I was, dressed to the nines, eating dinner with the most beautiful woman I had dated in almost 4 years. The tab was going to be expensive, I knew that before I sat down in such a glittery establishment, and I was reaffirmed by my current girl's selection for dinner. (Lamb with mint glaze, hmmm...) Yet I was having a great time, and by the looks of things, so was she. We had finished our entrees and were pleasantly full awaiting the waitress and her beloved dessert specials (I am a sucker for desserts, and always have been). I could really go for some apple pie, I thought to myself. But before we get to dessert let me introduce myself. My name is Garner, that's it, you wanted more didn't you? Yet that's all I was given at birth. People give me weird looks when I tell that's my full name, and if that isn't short enough; most of my friends know me as Po. I am about 6 foot 3 inches tall, and almost 200 lbs, so needless to say I'm a pretty big guy. Yet I try and stay in shape, and for some reason that's not so hard for me. Must be my metabolism. Boy would my date, and half the women I've known; love to hear that, I'm sure. But she likes my appearance, I think most women do. My calm blue eyes, dark hair and dimples usually do well in a pinch. Oh, Did I mention my age? Well, at a glance I don't look to be over 25... truth is I'm over 600 years old. I'm sure you're all reasonably confused, but we'll get to the problem of my age further on, but first lets get on to more pressing matters, namely my dessert. Charlie, my date, who looks good enough to eat herself, decides she wants tiramisu, and I already told you my preference. The waitress is polite enough when she makes her way back to us, but she should have been Maude Flanders for all the loot coming her way this evening. Thinking about my dessert makes me pretty happy. Thinking about what will more than likely follow dessert makes me happier still. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no womaniser... things couldn't be further from the truth. I've actually had a unique perspective most men never get when it comes to women. I just am a fool for love, and all the things that go hand in hand with it. This, of course, is the time when an old terribly familiar feeling settles into my lower belly. To explain it I could use the terms, 'bubbly', or 'churning' but they don't accurately describe it. It's not really a pain per se, more of a sensation, which is almost pleasant, actually. And yes there is definitely a moving quality to the feeling my guts, but its less akin to gas or food, and more similar to a bouquet of buds blossoming or something. Yeah, that's as close as I'll get, think of the sensation in my belly as that of one hundred magnolias ripening simultaneously. Now it's not the food that's doing this to me, I assure you. It's not like I have any food allergies or anything. No, although this peculiar sensation has been prompted by certain herbs once or twice before, to my knowledge those agents are all extremely rare. We're talking no longer of this world, if you know what I mean, so I doubt 'Chez Ritz', or whatever this eatery is named has the necessary access needed to acquire them. No, this is just poor timing, a bad coincidence. But I've experienced it many times in the past where I've had nothing serious to contemplate about for a few hours, sometimes even weeks. This sensation in my guts is always the first sign of things to come, but not always very temporally definitive. So I try to relax as I sit talking to Charlie, though all the while a whole garden ripens in my stomach. Our desserts got to us some fifteen minutes later, and to my growing concern my stomach is settled and appears to be absolutely fine. This is a bad thing. Why was this unfortunate you ask? Well, the sensation I previously went through most often lasted for at least an hour. It was an important phase of development, and if it indeed was completed, other, more noticeable changes could manifest themselves at any moment. Was this stage finished already, or did I just imagine the damn thing? It had come and gone so quickly, maybe I am over-reacting. I smile to my date as my thoughts whorl tumultuously in my head. I pick up my spoon and dig into the ice cream atop my pie. The silver had almost reached my mouth when I noticed how long my nails had become, and the sudden lack of hair on the back of my hand. So as not to draw concern from my date, I finished the suspended ride of my spoon and laughed. I proceeded to nonchalantly tell a joke, one of the hundreds of thousands I'd learned in my long life. It was an old one, which originally referenced a sage and a carpenter, but I 'modernized' it so it was now about a computer programmer and his boss. It was still very funny; jokes that last several millennia don't just stick around for any reason. My laugh was soon halted, however, by another horrible familiar feeling, one which just about ruined my nights plans, and certainly finished my earnest hopes that were to follow dessert. Sitting in a remarkably comfortable chair in my expensive dinner jacket and pants my groin suddenly crumbled inwards. A sensual feeling of imploding, folding flesh was sent express to my brain telling me that I was no longer the 'man' I had previously been. It didn't hurt me, so don't get all sad on me, and it's not like I haven't felt this strange occurrence before, but man it had evil timing. I threw a sidelong glance at my lap, and to my conclusion, the slight bulge, which had once occupied centre- stage, had taken a bow, and exited stage left. Of course this was the time when my date decided to be sweetly erotic as she rose her shoeless foot slowly up my leg coming closer and closer to my ever deepening groin. To her utter surprise I placed my spoon defiantly in my pie, backed up suddenly in my chair, stood, and excused myself to the bathroom as quickly and as politely as I could manage. En route I noticed I must have already lost 2 or 3 inches in stature, as my pant cuffs dragged behind my shoes which were starting to feel like boats my feet swam around reluctantly in. I entered the men's room and cursed my luck. Then I cursed again as I found there was no lock on the main door of the lavatory. Usually there was a locking device in an expensive joint like this, but usually there was also an attendant, so maybe I lucked out in the end. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. All the signs of my impending transformation presented themselves plainly. My eyelashes seemed too long, my jaw somewhat less square, my nose thinner, my lips less wide, but somehow fuller. I looked down at my hands and saw my nails were quite long, and my hands small, thin and light. I did not need to unbutton my belt, for my pants hung loosely from my hips, as my left hand dove downward only to reaffirm my lost manhood as it followed the mild rise of my pelvic bone and sudden absence of flesh, indeed, an inward progression of folds which felt lovely, but infuriated me nonetheless. Of all the luck, on a night where I was almost certainly going to get laid, too. Hearing the door open I retracted my hand, and quickly walked into a stall, latched the door and sat down impatiently. Damn it, I thought again, another inconvenience. I would need to leave this room fast, for soon it would no longer appear to be my normal place of visit in times of need. I expected any moment to find my dark hair plunging over my shoulders, but that did not come, only the sensation it was curling slightly up there, and was accompanied by my eyebrows thinning as well. I suddenly realized I needed to pee quite badly. My bladder must have been shrinking as well. This was the first and last time that evening I would actually feel mild discomfort. The man in the room with me had begun to go himself in the urinal outside my stall, and this only deepened my need considerably. I began to try and remove myself from my body, to take myself away from my bodily need. It was a mental trick that almost anyone can do, but my desire had grown so bad, there was no escape. I swiftly unbuttoned my pants and dropped them smoothly and began to pee, relishing every moment. Anyone familiar with the different sound a man and a woman make while Urinating knows the sudden surprise of the anonymous man in the bathroom with me. For a second he questioned whether he was in the right room, as he looked around puzzled. He then took a double take, quickly washed his hands and left in a hurry to abandon the place. I had almost finished when I felt my hips shift and slide wider on me, perhaps two inches or more. My ass caught up with them slowly, broadening and raising me slightly. I must have a pretty descent behind, I thought. I had better, I thought, thanks to all this annoying predicament was destroying. I wondered what Charlie was thinking out there, about my sudden abandonment of her sweet approach, and why I was not coming back soon. I stood up, and for a moment I thought I peed half my body away. I was another 6 inches shorter, and I must have lost over sixty pounds since first entering the men's room. I was getting very feminine, very fast. My pants hung ludicrously over my shoes, which were much too big, and my collar of my shirt looked to be 6 sizes too wide. Stepping out carefully into the rest of the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror. My face was almost elf-like, my nose tiny and slightly upturned, my lower lip full, eyes a brilliant blue, ears small and almost pointed outward. My hair held the most surprises as it was quite short, all messed up, and an almost white hue it was so blonde. I looked to be about 17 years old, but I never was one to accurately tell the age of women. I could be 14 or 24 for all I knew. Nervously I thought any minute Charlie would come barging in here to see what the matter was, I realized she was just that type of girl and felt my last longing bodily desire for her slip away. There was no way I physically belonged to be in this room, let alone look natural exiting it now. My clothing would not do at all in either case, so leaving the way I had come was not an option for I would create a scene I did not need to be a part of. I needed an alternate escape plan, and I needed one fast. Looking quickly around I noticed a distinct lack of windows. Panicky, I quickly re-entered the stall, and abandoning my shoes like two battleships, I stood with growing agility on the toilet. My body was growing accustom to the peculiar weight arrangement of a woman's hips and centre of gravity. At about shoulder height to me now stood a large vent. I carefully and skilfully removed the screws with a portion of metal on my key chain. Hey, you learn a thing or two in 600 years of travelling. Crawling slowly in, I pulled my hips and ass up, and my legs followed. Another five minutes in the men's room and I would not have had the upper body strength to pull off that manoeuvre. Feeling much like Bruce Willis in 'Die Hard', I squirmed my way slowly down the tiny, and remarkably clean shaft. It became less and less a problem of tightness, as I continued to diminish in size. This perplexed me, for a brief moment I pictured my self packaged in a Barbie doll box and laughed, but I thought to myself I never remembered becoming this small. My pants caught on a bracket joint as I turned a corner, and I was unable to turn around and get them, even as petite as I had become, so I kept going forward pantless. The metal duct felt cool on my exposed thighs, which were by now hairless and slightly chubby for a girl my height, as I shimmied further on, men's socks ludicrously high on my calves. I discarded my dinner jacket and dress shirt as I found the air in the duct very warm and stifling. The duct had become a bit dusty. In no time I had begun to sweat, very unladylike indeed, but then again I was still a ways to go from being a full woman. I paused a moment out of breath and lay face down on the duct floor exhausted. It was at this time when Charlie entered the men's bathroom confidently, striding in on a man fixing his hair in the mirror. Despite the man's immediate intense anger at her intrusion, he quickly changed toward ogling her figure as she looked around curiously for me. Charlie, who was at present 3 inches taller than her old 'boyfriend,' began inspecting stalls hoping to find the man she was becoming more and more in love with. His sudden absence and mysterious departure only increased her deepening desire. Soon she came upon my old toilet complete with duct grille sitting plainly on the seat. Removing her stiletto heels she stood, as I had not 6 minutes earlier and peered down the dark ductway. A bold girl, Charlie thought she something at the end of the duct, and climbed in awkwardly for she was slightly bigger than I was when I had entered not long ago. Meanwhile, I was greeted by another eerily familiar feeling from my past, a long way up the labyrinthine maze of aluminium. The flesh around my nipples had grown suddenly sensitive and had begun to multiply and grow in size. I propped myself on my elbows as two adolescent sized breasts hung off my thin sunken chest. They tingled and itched like crazy, and did not slow down growing as I stared at them awkwardly. The bottoms of my breasts began to widen and fill out. Soon I was of average adult size and weight. The skin of my breasts touched my slightly damp T-shirt and reacted to the moist damp material. I reluctantly wished they hadn't blossomed so suddenly, for the duct seemed to have become smaller now as I wiggled my way further, arching my back so that my new sensitive endowments wouldn't press the cold aluminium. I had never wished to be less busty as a woman, but I certainly did now. A tangle of turns back, Charlie came across what she had originally presumed to be her boyfriend, but what merely turned out to inexplicably be his pants. Unsure at first, Charlie reached into the left back pocket and found the keys to my car and home, and lord knew what else as the ring held almost 14 different unlocking devices. They must have become caught on the corner of a protruding joint. Well, she thought, He won't be going to far without these keys, or his pants! Further along the duct she found his dinner jacket, which held a wallet, which she presumed to be his as well. As she listened intently, she thought she heard the sound of struggle ahead, and busily made her way forward in the dusty gloom. Whatever strange game Po was playing, she intended to get to the bottom of it. Seeing the light of the moon peering in the grille at the end of the duct, I was pleased with at least one good turn of fortune. I had in fact guessed right and made my way to my escape's end, the exhaust duct for the main heating and air-conditioning for the building. Casually I reached toward my behind for my keys, and found only smooth taught flesh beneath my floral printed boxers. 'Oh no!' I thought, my pants lay several hundred feet of winding duct behind me, along with my key ring. I furiously banged on the grille which to my surprise gave way with a minimum of fuss, but had I been paying attention, I would have heard the struggles of the woman I had eaten dinner with intent on finding her fleeing date several hundred feet behind me around a couple of bends. As it turned out, the duct emptied out in back of the restaurant, which was located in the somewhat rural country. Before me were a few old wooden palettes and discarded boxes amidst a wide expanse of grass, which disappeared into a small dark forest to one side. In a move that surprised me I rolled swiftly from the duct and onto the ground unhurt. I could have been a gymnast in this body... in fact, maybe I will be. I stood up and looked for a means of hiding myself. The cool air swept my diminutive body, and I felt half naked for the first time that evening. I guessed I was roughly 5 foot 3" and maybe 110 pounds, clad in a man's dress shirt and boxers, which extended almost to my knees. It was at this time a curious feeling spread through my belly, which I blamed on my fall, my nerves, or both. I had never in my long years felt this one; it was like a small fire in my lower belly. Similar to the old sensation, this one also did not pain me at all; it felt pleasant, like I had finished a large bowl of chicken soup, or tea. Unconsciously I rubbed my belly and began walking in the direction I thought the parking lot to be. Several yards later it returned to my mind that I no longer had my trousers, which contained my car and house keys. Panicked I went back to the duct, where I heard the unmistakable sound of someone struggling there way towards the opening I had just used, no doubt following me, and very, very near. It could have possibly been some irate busboy infuriated that someone would try and leave his place of work by means of its air-conditioning system, but lets face it, it was more than likely my irate date, Charlie. It wouldn't due for her to see me like this though; I would have a lot of explaining to do, so I sped around the opposite side of the building, my body light and agile only to hide behind a large crate next to the parking lot. The funny feeling in my stomach had gone away, but I now felt kind of bloated, like I had drank 3 cups of water too many. I thought perhaps my tiny stomach was not pleased with the big meal, which now occupied its small confines. But it crossed my mind that it would be just my luck to have transformed into some young woman whom happened to be having her period at this exact time. But I slowly remembered what those uncomfortable feelings were like as well, and this was the bloated part minus the painful menstrual cramps. I realized It was getting quite late, almost 10:30 pm as I cowered there wondering about my belly, and I decided I would need to find some clothes very soon, for it was chilly, and even with a person of my long age's experience, it was not good for me as a girl, pretty as I must be, to be barely clothed and alone. I peered around the crate and saw a perfect opportunity walking my way. A woman was walking toward me by herself twirling her keys on her index finger. Cautiously and almost invisibly I followed her to her car, a fine blue sedan at the edge of the lot, and when close enough I struck. Carefully I grasped her mouth with my tiny hand from behind. The woman struggled fiercely, it took a fair amount of skill to not get my hand bit, and for a minute I had forgotten how small I had become, it had been quite easy to follow almost soundlessly, but physically I would soon be no match for this woman. I bested her in a neck hold before she could protest though, and she fell unconscious in my tiny arms. Quickly I used her keys and opened the car door to slide her heavy inert body into the plush back seat. This proved to be no small task, but luckily enough, nobody appeared to have seen me. Climbing in I closed the door to remove all the obnoxious light from the car's dome bulb. I slid off my filthy wet men's socks stained from the grass and rubbish behind the restaurant. After all that walking in the grass and parking lot they were soaking wet and it was a relief to be rid of them. With some trepidation I removed the woman's underwear, which I promptly put on myself after abandoning my boxers. The woman appeared to be slightly heavier than I was so they were a bit loose fitting, but wonderfully comfortable and somehow reassuring. Stretching the woman's long arms above her head, certain she would arouse at any minute only to punch me in the head and scream, I succeeded in removing her expensive looking black dress. It would be big on me, but with the distressing feeling that time running out I decided to scrap the notion of swiping off her bra, and pulled her dress on over my shoulders awkwardly in the limiting confines of the blue sedan. Although a little long, for it almost met my knees, it fit well, perhaps a little too well in the bust, as it hung from me strapless. I was undoubtedly more top heavy than this woman was, though nothing out of the ordinary. As fast as I could I climbed into the front seat and started the car's engine. I looked back furtively, but the woman clad in only her satin brassiere still lay unconscious. 'I hope I didn't kill her,' I thought, as I covered up her nakedness with my boxers and T-shirt, but I could remember the soft feel of her breath on my face as I had removed her dress, and this reassured me greatly. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I felt a sudden strange movement in my belly, much stronger and more alien than the previous sensations. Not taking my eyes off the darkening tree- lined rural road I ran a hand over my belly and found I had a tiny sort of potbelly. If I hadn't already experienced just how petite this girl I was, I would have naturally assumed she merely had retained some of her baby fat, and had a wee bit of a paunch. Back in my earlier days this type of woman would have been lusted after intensely, as the ideals for beautiful woman had changed through the years. But the little pooch didn't explain the movement, which continued in my abdomen for nearly 10 minutes. I thought back to the last time I was in the form of a female, and that had been 7 years ago. I recalled I had been quite attractive then as well, though nowhere near as young as I appeared to be now. Thinking hard as I sped through the outskirts of suburbs in which I lived not 5 minutes away, I realized that I had not exactly been a very good girl in those years. In fact there was a pretty good chance I had become pregnant in those final days of womanhood nearly a decade ago. Had it somehow transferred over to the present, laden quiet in my male body all those years? Stranger things I have experienced, but if this was the truth, I might be in for the world's longest overdue child in the history of reproduction. I rubbed my belly again and wondered if that was what had caused those strange abdominal sensations. I was approaching my home and I parked about two blocks away from my large residence. Locking the doors of the sedan, and stealing the poor innocent woman's shoes, I stepped from her car, and shut the door. When the woman woke up, she would be confused for sure, and most likely with a bad headache. She didn't need to be assaulted while she slept half-naked in the backseat of her own car, but I certainly couldn't afford to take her into my home. I had enough figuring out to do for one evening. Nearing my house on my walk along the concrete sidewalk I was surprised as I saw my car was already parked in the driveway, and a few lights were on in the bottom floor. Someone had indeed followed me through the duct, and must have snatched my keys and wallet. But how would they know which car was mine? Charlie was the only person capable in my mind, and she must have been pretty quick, I had to admit. I needed to think of something fast, to concoct some plausible story for who I was and why I was here, for I wanted to get back inside my home, Charlie or no. I paused and felt another softly tender poke in my belly. I glanced down curiously at my waist, which was not as miniscule as it had been earlier, but nowhere near a broadcast for motherhood. I merely looked like an average teenager, if not a little bit chubby. I wondered how long that look would last. I rang the doorbell to my home with a story reasonably developed in my head. The door was opened after a few moments and Charlie immediately began with her eyes skyward, "Listen, I don't know what kind of stunt you were trying to pull, but... Hey there miss, um, who are you?" Charlie finished. I looked bashfully at my shoes and played my most innocent look to perfection. "Oh, I didn't know my brother had a date over this evening," I said scratching my lower leg with my right shoe feigning embarrassment. I continued, "He told me to stop in when I got in town, that I would have a place to stay." I spoke shyly. I finally looked up at Charlie with my pale blue eyes sweetly innocent. She had my dinner jacket on which descended to her mid-thighs and little else as far as clothing went. So it was now her turn to be embarrassed. "Oh, uh, I guess you should come in then, um, Garner isn't at home right now, he's uh..." Charlie began trying very hard to make the jacket cover the impossible length of her thighs. "Po didn't pull one of his disappearing acts again did he?" I stated helping my own cause by bolstering my 'sibling' familiarity through the use of my more common intimate name. I walked in. "How did you know... I mean, yes, does he do that often?" Charlie answered ending with a question. She had to sit down in my large easy chair and would have looked unbelievably attractive to me 3 hours earlier, however, I found I was rapidly losing all male perspective, and its desires were a thing dead in an anonymous men's bathroom. I sat ladylike on the sofa opposite and replied, "He has been known to flake off sometimes, but don't worry, it's not because of you, it is just one of his weird traits I guess, I wouldn't worry yourself over it." The sound of my own voice, released from my own body, yet wholly different from anything I had ever experienced finally caught up with me. It had a sort of low, yet entirely feminine sound. Hoping Charlie hadn't noticed my brief loss of composure I heard her say, "But what about this stuff?" She said pointing to my dress shirt and pants, which lay dusty and crumpled over a chair in the adjoining kitchen. "That I can't explain..." I said with a laugh, trying to calm Charlie down. I absent-mindedly laid a hand on my belly, which had grown a little bit since entering my home. I became anxious to be alone for a bit, and I needed a shower something awful, so I elaborated on my story, "Well, I've had a long bus ride, and the taxi did me in. And to top it all off, my luggage got mixed up at my transfer. Thank goodness I left a few changes of clothes here since the last time I spent the week. I need to take a shower and go to bed. If Po comes home while I'm washing up tell him I got here safe." I lectured as I walked away slowly. My back was turned to Charlie, as I did not know how perceptive she was, but did not want her to notice my waist had grown some since walking in. Thinking she had bought it I was thrown off guard when she replied, "So what is your name anyway, you can't be but 15 years old?" Charlie asked and also wondered why a pretty young girl like myself, wearing such an expensive get-up, would have to take the bus to meet her brother, or why Po hadn't told her of his incoming sister at dinner. "You don't have a purse, so it was a neat trick to pay off a cabbie without money." 'Maybe Garner didn't know she was coming in tonight', Charlie thought. 'No, that wasn't quite like him.' In any case she was deep in reflection when I replied, "Marissa, my name is Marissa" as I walked away quickly. The part of my fabrication about having left an extra set of clothes here at Po's was a bit of an understatement, friends. I had nearly two closets worth of women's clothing I had acquired over the years. Though none of it would exactly suit my new petite body, I had a fairly good head start anyway, and I really did want to take a shower. I smelled like a girl's dormroom in the dead of winter. These transformations of mine always leave me feeling slightly dirty, and no doubt I had some duct dust on me as well from my ad hoc escape. Just like the kind on my dinner jacket Charlie was sporting in the adjacent room. Suddenly distraught, I looked at my porcelain face in the mirror and there it was, on my forehead in spots. Dust. Not totally conspicuous, but there nonetheless. Had Charlie seen it? Would it have mattered if she had? I locked the bathroom door and gently removed my stolen black dress. Looking in the mirror I saw an arc of naked belly, which, while I was naked, looked frighteningly pronounced. Perhaps fourth month, maybe more. I wondered vaguely how far and how quickly I would progress, and what exactly I was going to tell Charlie when it became unmanageable. Other than my waist, I did in fact look younger, maybe not 15 but certainly no older than 17. I walked swiftly and smoothly across the tile floor to the shower and turned on the water. My nakedness was suddenly very apparent to me then, as I was not use to all this jiggling and jouncing in new areas. My boobs felt extra sensual, but I thought that might be another side effect of my developing condition. They seemed a bit larger as well, but that also did not surprise me, for I had done reading about pregnancy and its particular effects on a woman's body as a woman myself in the past, the thought of having a child seemed vaguely curious to me once. And of course I had been around women in such condition many times before, not a few of those times the result of my own actions. I raised my dainty arms above my head and let the warm water caress my body. It felt like heaven. I washed my short hair, and soft face. I let the suds descend my new body and it felt good to a woman. I continued to shower and was eventually finished. Grabbing a towel I dried quickly and stepped out of the basin. My hair curled and spiked out immediately, taking little time to dry. I wondered vaguely what Charlie was doing in the living room, where I still believed her to be. Hopefully she had put her old clothing on and became more at ease. A look into the mirror confirmed that I was still making my way to motherhood, as my belly could no longer be witnessed as that of a normal woman's. Even a chubby girl would have evidence of weight in other areas, like her neck, arms, or ass. My arms and neck were paper thin, and my ass, although sticking out more, held no excess of cellulite. I wrapped the towel around my waist and breasts, and stealthily walked into my dim bedroom. I flicked on the light and the shock of Charlie sitting in the corner of my room in the shade frightened me enough to emit a yelp, and to almost shake free my single damp garment. "Okay miss, who are you really?" She asked shrewdly glancing at me. "I told you, I am Po's little sister Ma-Ma... Marissa. He told me to drop in when I was in the neighbourhood and here I am." I said not nearly as convincing as I'd hoped. I could feel her intelligent eyes looking right through me. It was like she was looking straight at my developing child rather than me. Did she notice I was a bit bigger? "Then how come you followed him, or I, through the ducts at the restaurant?" Charlie began striking at the heart of the matter. "For I saw the dust on your face, and I'm sure you saw the same on my dress... and on Po's jacket." She stood up in the corner with her hands on her hips. She had changed into her dress after all. "I don't know what you are talking about..." I began, "but if you'll just give me a minute to put something on I'll meet you in the den in just a moment." Huffing, and indeed unsatisfied with my response she walked past me eyeing me malevolently. Did she think I was one of Po's mistresses, was I competition to her? Charlie seemed like a girl who had things a bit more secure in her mind. Maybe she was just looking out for her lost date. I locked the door behind her and opened my closet, which was already open, a crack. Had Charlie already seen the wardrobe full of women's clothing? I pulled open a long drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear and bra. Slipping my legs into the panties I became more and more aware of my continuously expanding waistline. It didn't exactly get in the way, but it had a way of making my underwear tighter in some places. Before I put on my bra I stood erect and tilted my head downward. Despite my pronounced bosom, my belly could now be seen clearly as I stood up straight, and I could just make out the tips of my feet. So long feet, I thought, as I slipped my left breast into its cup. Pulling taught the strap, my breasts stood full, perhaps this brassiere was a little tight on me, but better than nothing I supposed. I found a loose-fitting evening gown and pulled it over my tiny arms. It was black and almost concealed my condition. Or maybe I was just a bit delusional, and hoped it did. But I was positive Charlie would notice, if she hadn't already. I looked at myself in the mirror. My appearance was that of a wealthy industrialist's daughter who accidentally got knocked up. I walked to the door and found my burden changing the way I walked ever so slightly. I no longer swung my hips smoothly from side to side, but began to waddle a bit. I entered the living room and was greeted by another of those glaring looks. "So... Marissa. When is your baby due? And are all those clothes in there yours? Some of those bras looked woefully small for a girl like you." She spoke as cool as ice. "As a matter of fact they are, if you must know, and I don't know how well you know my brother exactly, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go rifling through my belongings." I spoke in retort. The baby in my stomach gave a haymaker to my lower belly. I let out a startled oh, and placed a tiny pale hand on my waist. "I knew it!" Charlie exclaimed. "I knew it. You can cut out the facade. So when are you and Po going to have this baby, dear?" I stood there. It became more and more evident that I could no longer lie to this woman. How was I going to begin this? "Alright, alright." I said. "I am not who I said I am, but I am not far from the truth either. Charlie, sit down. The woman you see before you is me... Charlie, Po." Charlie looked immediately bewildered, the angriness leaving her face once again calm and beautiful. "You know how you were stretching your foot up my leg earlier this evening? Well It was at that exact moment that I realized I was... changing again... and well, I couldn't have done it in front of all those eyes." I sat down and felt the fabric of my dress pull over my growing belly. Jeez, I'm pretty big I thought taking my mind off the matter at hand. I must be near 7 months term. "But how, why..." Charlie began not knowing where to start. She was perplexed, but was unable to refute my knowledge of her actions at dinner. I began to tell her a bit of my unusual past, beginning with my own origins, and how there are perhaps only 6 or 7 people in the entire world at this time with my disposition and ability. The earliest ancestors I had come across in my research were located in northern Germany some 1800 years ago. They lived there quietly for hundreds of years until others began to take notice. The Prussians dubbed us doppelgangers, mysterious shape-shifters akin with the devil. Yet we call ourselves Mercuries and are not so much different from yourselves, if it weren't for our changing bodies we would never be persecuted or isolated. There may have always been people like me and hopefully there always would be. We led much longer lives of course, for no age ever befell us, but we were susceptible to disease, and the fragility of our bodies just as the human form Charlie was. In fact I was a very elderly person. "Actually, the oldest in existence as far as I know." Throughout the story telling I could see Charlie was believing it, as well she should have for it was the truth. I gave her facts she simply could not find fault in, and knowledge of herself no one, but I knew. As I finished the tale almost an hour later, I realized I had become absolutely enormous with child, nearing full term. I propped myself up on an elbow and tried to stand. Seeing my difficulty Charlie quickly came to my aid and through an arm around my thin shoulders to help me stand. My belly projected outward and seemed to take up my whole world. I felt my back aching and slightly arched in response. My knees and ankles were growing sore. The baby in my body was active. I would have been to if I had been suspended in limbo for 7 years. "I think... I think I need to go to the hospital." I said gaining my feet. I spread my thin fingers across my midsection. Charlie reached into my pants pocket after removing them from the chair. Keys in hand she helped me to the car. Charlie wasn't sure about the future of her relationship with this person, but she thought she had mind as well help her one- time date to her destination. I sat in the front seat, legs spread, breathing heavy. The thought crossed my mind that there might just be another Mercury on the way. One could only wonder.