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Copyright 2000, 2001, swl, all rights reserved except as noted. Permission is given to download one copy for personal use only. Permission is given to Fictionmania to post this story on it's website. Also protected is Leonard Cohen's song "Susan." All other uses of this story needs the permission of the author either written or by email. Permission will probably be granted to other free sites to post this story. Notes: This story contains violence in the form of a battle. It also contains a major psychotic reaction to combat stress. If for some reason such as, but are not limited to, emotional, legal or age restrictions that you should not read this story, don't. Although there are some minor autobiographical elements in this story the characters and events are purely fictional. This story is fattening. The Grass Is Always Greener On the Other Side: Part 1 By shalimar Steve walked into his favorite bar in East Meadow, on suburban Long Island, and sat down at the bar. It was not the same for him since Simon had disappeared about three months before. It hurt not to have Sy around, but Steve was determined to continue without his best friend. They had done everything together ever since they played in the park near their homes when they were still in their diapers. They even shared their incomplete "gifts" with each other. Simon was able to move small objects, telekinesis. It always amazed Steve. Steve's gift was the ability to "see" disasters. He knew one day to a week before the disaster would occur, but he had no other details. To know that much and not be able to do anything about it frustrated Steve. At least Simon's gift was fun, although Steve sometimes had to duck. As Steve was between women at the time, Steve's goal at the bar was to meet someone that night. He knew that it could be a one- night stand, but he hoped she would be Miss Right. He ordered a beer and started to drink. A young woman who, like him, was about twenty to twenty-two sat down next to him and also ordered a beer and looked Steve over. She was about five foot six. Her raven hair fell down to her ears and neck. Other than her short hair, as far as he was concerned she was very pretty. She wore a white blouse that showed her small cleavage well and a black skirt that was four inches above the knee while she sat. The nylons were black. Her green eyes made her look sexy. Her black two-inch shoes completed her sexy outfit. Steve gave the bartender the money for her beer as he thought that she looked like a female Simon. "Hi, I'm Simone, and thanks for the beer," she said extending her hand in a manly way for a handshake. "Steve." "Would you mind if we took a table?" she asked. Simone seemed strong willed for a woman. "Sure, its nice to be the one getting picked up, for a change. You'd be surprised how flattering it is for a man." She smiled. They sat down in a booth about ten feet from the bar. Simone looked around for about a minute, and then she started to talk. Simone told him that she had been away from the area for a while. She said she had come back looking for an old friend that she missed a lot. She decided that evening to come into this bar because she and her old friend had come to that bar often. "You are that old friend," she said. "Excuse me," Steve replied, "but I think we have just met. I know that I would have remembered a pretty woman with short hair like you. I also would have remembered a woman as aggressive as you." "I am Simon." "I hate to tell you this Simone, but Simon was, I mean is six foot. Even in your two inch heals you come up one inch short of my five foot nine." "I can prove it," she said. "How?" he asked. "By telling me something only Simon and I would know? How do I know that Simon didn't put you up to this? He's is capable of this kind of joke." "If I'm not Simon, I'll tell him that you're looking for him. You will soon know that one of the two is the truth." "Fair enough, prove it." "Last New Year's Eve you and I were without girlfriends. You promised to get some girls from Hofstra to come to the party at my place. That party at the time consisted of two people, you and me. We ended up being a party of two until we heard some voices just before midnight in the hall of my apartment building in Rockville Centre that I had just moved into. They were two women about two years younger than us about to go into their apartment across the hall. We invited them in to help us celebrate the New Year. Barbara and Diana saved your ass that night by agreeing. Although we had fun, there was no sex and no spark. Except in the hallway, we never saw them again." "Not bad," he said. "Go on." "You bought a house in the Levittown section of Wantagh on Wildflower Lane," she continued. "I was supposed to move in with you when my lease was up. If I remember correctly that's about three months from now." "So?" "You want more proof, Wolfie?" Steve winced. She had used a version of his legal first name of Wolfgang. I know most people would think of 'Amadeus'. Simon and Steve sometimes communicated by using an obscure reference. "And I'm sorry for using that name. I know it was your grandfather's and how much you hate him and what he stood for." "Just mentioning him puts my teeth on edge," he replied. "I know," Simone said. "I helped you with your term paper on that monster, remember." "I told you never to call him a monster," Steve said with anger. "Dehumanizing him follows in his footsteps." "I'm sorry," she replied. "I should have known better. So you now believe I was Simon?" "The jury is still out," he admitted. "Although this conversation is getting curiouser and curiouser." "Watch this, Alice," she said. She put her hands with red polished nails on the table. Her palms were down on both sides of the beer as she looked at the beer. Without touching it, the mug rose in an arc and reached her lips. She took a sip and the mug slowly went down onto the table. "Could you lift that mug a little bit?" he asked. Again, without touching it, Simone obliged, and Steve put his hand around the glass trying to find the wires without success. She giggled. It was infectious, and he laughed too. "When I was Simon I could not lift anything that heavy that way," she explained. "Also, my ability was sporadic at best. That's why I did it. That's why I changed, especially when they explained exactly why I was needed. They said I could have additional abilities because I was decedent of the Mad Woman of Brody. They told me that I would have more powers than that, and I do. The ability to heal as in stopping disease is important to me. They said I could help protect the facility where we are staying. One day I told them about you. That you had the ability to 'see' even if it wasn't a good as you would like it. I told them how frustrated you are not being able to see enough to do something about anything. They told me when I was able to leave the facility safely, I should recruit you. If I do recruit you, you would have to change genders like me. That way you would be able to channel you powers. So here am I." "So, I would be a witch, like you, then. Did you tell them I abhor violence, Isaiah? I hear the potential of major violence here." "We are about to go to war," she said. "The enemy is bent on world domination and controlling the people." "So?" he said unimpressed. "Tell me something I wouldn't be able to guess." "The control is through mind altering," she explained. "We would be like robots. Even religious leaders support us. How often does the Pope, the Patriarch, the Archbishop of Canterbury, The Dali Lama, the Lubavich Rebbi, the Satimar Rebbi, most of the televangelists, the Iranian religious council, and the Mormon Elders agree on anything together?" "Never." "We also have the support of most of the governments of the world, including our own and all of the important ones. We are very top secret. We make Area 51 seem open." "But the violence," he protested. "I don't like the violence either," she continued. "This guy is like the worst of Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, the Lord of the Rings, and Star Wars. We have no choice." "But I still can't be like HIM," stated Steve as he looked down. "The only thing that you and your grandfather is your first name," she said. "Your life continues to be a repudiation of what he stood for. Besides, you don't even have the same Y chromosome. Also, as what you call a witch, you can do other things such as healing. You can fix a bad heart, kill a cancer, move a placenta in a previa or close a broken artery." "I have to think about it," he said as he took his last gulp. "I understand, love," she said disappointed. "I will give you a way to contact us." Suddenly Steve went white as he shut his eyes tight. "NO!" he shouted loud enough that all could hear. "What's wrong?" Simone asked worried. "I heard their screams." It was the way Steve always "saw." Their screams from the fear. "Whose? Is it your sight?" she asked. "You told me about events, but I never saw you experience it before." "A plane," he said almost in a trance. "A bomb." "You never had this much information before." "Perhaps you are aiding me," he conjectured. "You said you had other powers, Black Magic Woman." "I don't know, Santana," she replied. "I will try to save the 64 people." "What 64 people?" he asked. She went silent for about thirty seconds. "There, I sent a message back to our facility," she told him. "They will let the FAA know." "WHAT 64 people?" Steve asked again. There was fear in his voice. "I don't know how I know." Steve looked at Simone amazed. "Yes, Casey," she continued. "I am receiving what you can see and catching that which you can't see." "You've convinced me," he stated. "I don't understand. Your main problem is with the violence, not the sex change." "I'm not gay or even thought about a sex change before tonight," Steve said truthfully. "In fact, the sex change part gives me the willies. It scares me even to think about it. The way I see it I could have breasts and prevent things like Egypt Air and Columbine or keep my penis and be frustrated NOT being able to do anything about it. It's a no brainier. I have to choose life, especially with the possibility to heal. Besides your sex change makes me want to make love to you." "Hummmmmmm," she thought out loud. "That's an interesting thought. Your idea makes me excited and tingly all over. I do feel a major attraction to you, more than to anyone before or since my change. Besides, if any of the enemy is following me that will throw them off our trail. I have no car. Let me drive us to your home. It will help me convince you that I really am, was Simon." "Let me see your driver's license first," he insisted. "I must know that you can legally drive." She took out her license out of her purse and handed it to him. He looked at it. It was a New York license with the name of Simone F. Brodsky and the same Rockville Centre address that Simon had. "Oh, yeah," he said as part of his test of Simone. "What does the 'F' stand for?" "Frances," she said with an impish smile. "I hated it. Now that's appropriate I don't mind it. Do I pass the test, teacher?" "Yes," he said with a smile. "Then may I have your keys, please?" Simone said that with a smile and a sexy turn with her body as he gave her the keys and an appreciative look. They left the bar. Steve directed her to the car. She found it. Steve knew that she would know the car. They opened the doors and got in. She drove east along Hempstead Turnpike, turned right on Lorring, left on North Jerusalem, and right on Meyer. At the end of the curve she turned left onto Weaving and right on Wildflower, ending on the wrong side in front of the house. "Do you want me to park here or in the driveway?" she asked teasing him with the knowledge of which house was his. "Driveway," he replied taking the bait. She did as instructed, handed him the keys and then asked him to open the car trunk. He curiously obliged and she pulled out a suitcase. "I put this in your trunk before I came into the bar," she said nonchalantly. "How did you do that?" he asked. "Never mind. I'm just not used to things like that, yet." He took the suitcase and brought it in. They went into his bedroom where they had sex. It was more of a loving and sharing thing than a hot and heavy act. They woke up naked in the spoons position with Steve on the outside holding Simone's tummy as the clock radio went off. They each enjoyed the sensation of the other next to them. "I have to get to work," he told Simone as he kissed her. Simone turned around and returned Steve's kiss. Her movements made him sexually excited. "Not if you're going to do this," Simone insisted. "Call in sick. We'll arrange the leave of absence for you." As Steve called in sick, Simone made breakfast. "A domesticated little lady," Steve told Simone as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "If I didn't have to recruit you I would be glad to be YOUR little lady," she said as much to herself as to him. She was already falling in love with Steve. "We already share a lot. I think sex was the only thing we didn't share until last night." "Perhaps I'll change my mind," he mused. "No, you won't," was her stringent reply. "You are more important than you think you are, and don't get a swollen head about what I just said. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't go anywhere," and then slowly and sadly she said, "but we have to get going soon." "How do you know I'm that important?" "Those with as good a sight as you will have told me that you are very important. They told me more, but not to tell you. Please don't push me on this. I don't know all the details myself." "An enigma in a riddle in a mystery," he said. "Of course, Mr. Churchill," was her playful reply. "Will I ever know?" he asked. "Only when its over," she told him. "At least that's what they told me." Steve was convinced that "they" didn't tell her the whole truth. After they finished eating, he asked, "What should I wear, and bring along?" "What you wore last night would be appropriate except that it is probably skuzzy now and you need sneakers. Other than ID you don't need anything else. Except for this holiday, not even money." "Thanks, I know what to wear!" he shouted as he ran to the bedroom. He put on a peach, button down shirt with a Kelly green sweater on top of it. His brown pants, sox and sneakers completed his outfit. He had chosen the colors a while back. He had learned that he was a spring complexion when he was dating a student at Adelphi. She took him to a color coordination class once. Steve was getting dressed quickly. Simone started getting dressed. She put on a red bra and panty set and black knee-highs. A red blouse that left little to the imagination went over a pair of jeans. Her red and white walking sneakers finished the outfit. That took two minutes. Her hair and makeup took about a half an hour. She finished with a thin gold bracelet, a quarter inch gold chain necklace and diamond studded earrings. She made sure everything was perfect. "Not bad for someone who used to dress like a slob," she said. "I'm leaving my suitcase here and open, to throw off anyone following us, just in case." "Where are we going?" he asked. "All I can tell you is that we are going to take the train into the city and take the subway to the battery. We will take a boat to the Statue of Liberty. We will stay on Ellis for a while until my contact lets me know we can leave. While we are there we will act like a loving couple out for a holiday." "That shouldn't be too hard," he replied. "I do love you." "The hardest part is not staying with you here," she said sadly. "When I was Simon I loved you as a friend. I too don't remember a gay or transsexual thought before they explained things to me. But, now that I'm Simone in addition to the love for my best friend, I feel a major attraction for you, the love that a woman has for her man. Las night made me feel complete. It takes a tremendous amount of will power not to play house with you for the rest of our lives." "I feel similar," he replied. "I'm not turning you into an object, but I feel you are the part of me that I was missing. If I don't go through with this it is because of that." They kissed. It took a long time for them to disengage. "Back on the subject," she said not wanting to get back on the subject. "When we are ready we will transfer for the boat to Jersey. On the Jersey side we will get a car ride if there are no complications. In the car you will be given an injection to put you to sleep. Depending upon your make up you will either be blindfolded or in a bed in the facility when you wake up. If there is a problem in Jersey we will act like we were just passing the car. We will get back to New York and play house for a few days until someone contacts us." "Why the sleep?" he asked. "We will start the gender change immediately. Within five hours you will be physically female including ovaries and uterus, although the ovaries will not function right away. That means when you awake you will also have female hair patterns, a female voice and a female body. Within a month you will be completely female including DNA, periods and risk of pregnancy. The sleeping potion is for your comfort. The initial transformation is very painful. If you sleep you may not notice the pain. I hardly did, but I was sore for days afterwards. Get used to it. Part of it is similar, but milder than a period. When you wake up I will be with you. I have been assigned to be your first mentor." "And the blindfolds?" he inquired. "I can be trusted." "Under normal circumstances, yes. But truth serum does make people talk, Mr. Bond. I am resistant now because I have been changed to what you call a witch. You will too once you get and learn about your powers. During the transition you are resistant to us putting a forgetting spell on you and at the same time you can't do anything for yourself such as that resistant spell. We can't needlessly put us in danger like that even for you." "Even for me?" he asked surprised. "Am I that important?" "From what I was told, yes." "Why the Statue of Liberty switch?" "To make sure no one is following us and it's easier to get to the facility," Simone explained. "As you know it is tough to get off the Island." "Paranoid City," Steve said. "If you weren't that sexy I'd think you were..." "Richard Nixon," she jumped in. "Same old Simon." Steve was getting used to his friend that he grew up with being this pretty lady. He was humming "Pretty woman" as they walked to the car. When they opened the car doors she said, "Thank you." On the ride to the train station Simone broached the subject of his new name. "What are you going to call yourself?" she asked. "I don't know yet," he replied thoughtfully. "Just the idea of being female is too new and creepy." They drove to the Hicksville Station, bought tickets, and were headed to New York less then ten minutes later. "I need to ask, how is it?" Steve said embarrassed. "How is it?" she asked confused. "Oh, the best part is being in a society of women. The sharing, the closeness. Almost everybody I know is nearly as close to me as you and I have always been. I feel that with many of the other women I can let my hair down, literally and figuratively. Instead of the feeling of competition with others I have the feeling of cooperation. As a result I am more relaxed and more open with everyone. And I love to talk with them. Just talk. It's a way to make the day go right. I now like to shop for clothes and look at guys. The worst part is when men stare at my tits. I feel something is wrong with me there or they're undressing me. You did it." "Sorry." "Don't be," she said in a sexy voice. "It is a normal sexy male reaction to normal sexy female. Besides I wanted you to. Then there are the periods. You hurt like Hell and feel like an old dishrag. Like I said before, you will have an idea of what that's like in a few hours. The only 'cure' for your periods is to have a baby, and that only helps for a few months. At the beginning you feel you are the most beautiful woman alive. Near the end of your pregnancy you feel like a beached whale. It ends with you taking care of someone for about twenty years." "Doesn't sound too good," he said contemplating her words. "But I can pick up my spirits by improving the way I look. It may be vanity, but its fun. And like I said before I am more relaxed and open. Also I am more me." At that point Steve put his arm around Simone and pulled her close. She leaned closer and was able to hear his heartbeat. It was already hard for her not to turn around and be his woman forever. Steve tried not to think similar thoughts. They were both loosing that battle. They arrived at Penn station and took the Seventh Avenue local down to Battery Park, walked over to Castle Clinton where they purchased two tickets for the boat ride to the islands. On the boat they looked over the railing form the top deck. Ahead of them was the Statue. With Simone standing nest to him Steve began to sing: Now Susan takes you down To Our Lady of the harbor, And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers; There are heroes in the seaweed, There are children in the morning, They are leaning out for love (On the word "love" Simone leaned closer to Steve.) And they will lean that way forever, (On this line Steve put his arm around Simone and drew her near.) While Susan holds her mirror. And you want to travel with him, And you want to travel blind... "Please stop. You are making a difficult situation worse." Her eyes were watery. "The reason that it is difficult for you is the reason that I can't help myself from making it worse," he said tenderly. "I love you." "I've only returned to you recently," she said with a sad smile, "but you make loving fun." "Thanks," he happily said. "I need that from you. Perhaps there could be a miracle." "The change is reversible. You would loose your powers down to what you have now, but I have never even heard of someone doing that change except temporally for a purpose." "Oh, but perhaps our love will allow me to change back," then he paused. "You just gave me my new name. Stevie, as in Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. At least I'll respond to it easily some people have called me that already. It is like you with Simone." "Stevie it will be," she mused, "although it might legally be Stephanie." "No, just Stevie. I need to keep a part of myself." They finally arrived at Ellis Island, disembarked and went into the Great Hall. Like other visitors to the National Monument they followed the path of the immigrants through this great immigration center. Part of their fascination included the fact that some of their ancestors came to America through that island. It was both a learning and fun time for them. Sometimes they played with each other or got into the role of someone who had just immigrated and got to the station. When they got to the Kissing Pillar they kissed and kissed and kissed. Then they went to the Wall of Remembrance. This wall contained the names of immigrants that their decedents paid to have put there. Simone found what she was looking for: the names of Joseph and Sarah Brodsky, her great-great-great grandparents. She touched the names with reverence and did a prayer of thanksgiving. As she was doing that, another woman about twenty walked by and also noted the same two names. The odd part about her was she looked similar to Simone. She had curly raven hair and was five foot six. Both women's faces were similar and their body shapes matched. "These are my great-great grandparents," said the newcomer. "Glad to meet you, cousin. I'm Simone... Brodsky." "Roseanne Goldstein, cousin. And who is this gorgeous hunk of man?" "Steve Becker," he said. "I'm her fiancee." Neither Roseanne nor Steve saw the flash of anger from Simone. "Would you like to join us?" "I wish I could," Roseanne replied, "but I have to leave for an important meeting in the City soon. I would like to get together with you tow in a few days." She pulled out a pen and piece of paper. "Here is my address, email and phone number. Please use it. I want us to be friends as well as related. I'm going to have to tell mom. She'll be very happy." "Here's mine," said Simone. As she wrote she forced a smile that Roseanne noticed. "Well, goodbye for now," said a cheery Roseanne. "Goodbye," said Simone. She didn't sound happy. "Bye for now," said Steve. When Roseanne was out of sight, Simone let him have it. "Fiancee? Where do you have the... the nerve to say that? In front of my own cousin, no less!" She was already crying. "With that cloak and dagger stuff you've been telling me I had to think fast," he said. "And if she really was a spy we would have thrown her off with the fiancee thing." "Don't I have a say in this?" With those words she ran to the water's edge. He followed. When he caught up to her he proclaimed, "Admit it. With that talk of playing house, you want what I said as much as I do." With her back to him she lied, "I do not." "Turn around and say to me that you don't want to be by wife." "I can't," she sobbed. "Did I say it wrong? Is that it? Simone, would you consent to be my wife?" She turned around and still crying she looked into his eyes. "I can't. Not now. AFTER this is all over and IF we are BOTH still alive and IF you still want to CHANGE BACK then we'll talk about it. But, PLEASE, not until then." She put her head in her hands and into his chest as she continued to cry. He put his arms around her and held her. Realizing that he hurt her badly he also shed a few tears as he said, "I'm sorry," over and over again. When Simone composed herself enough she whispered still in his arms, "We have to go to Jersey. My cousin is our contact here. She told me things are clear in a coded message while we were talking." They took their time getting to the dock. The line for the ferry was so long that they had to wait for the second boat. Steve still held Simone, but she was hurting and he knew it. It didn't help his mood. When they finally got on the ferry they sat down next to each other and didn't say a word. As they neared the Jersey dock, Steve whispered to Simone, "I'm scared." "So am I," she replied. She wanted to tell him to turn around and go home. His home had become her home. It took all her strength not to change directions. She needed to cook and clean for him, even though her skills were poor. He was feeling the need to provide the financial means to pay for her and theirs. After they disembarked in New Jersey they walked towards a black limousine. Standing outside the limo was a thirty-ish woman with brown hair. She wore a light blue sweater dress that ended at her knees. Over her dress was a lab coat extending to mid calf and a stethoscope hanging around her neck. As they neared she said, "Bishop to Queen level two." "I believe the answer is Rook takes Bishop," said Steve. "Ah, a treckie," said the woman. "My name is Betty Johnson. I am the director of the facility that you will be at. I am also a medical doctor and a healer. Please get in, Steve. You too, Simone." "Wait for me!" The voice was that of Roseanne. "You were supposed to go back the other way," demanded an angry Betty. "I know, but I think Simone needs comforting," Roseanne replied. Betty frowned. "I don't like this. The Sullivan rule. Even with that separation, my head could be handed to me if something happened." "Trust me on this. Sometimes we have to ignore the rules," Roseanne said as she and Betty got into the car. "Besides if anything happened you might have a head to be handed to." "You really are her cousin?" asked Steve. "Yep, same relationship, too," replied Roseanne. "I hope that someday you will be my cousin," Steve said as he smiled. "That is possible," Roseanne agreed. Then Betty interrupted. "First, Steve, you have to sign these forms." Betty handed them to him one at a time. She was all business. Getting to know Steve was a pleasure that would have to wait. When he finished she said, "Now strip and put on this hospital gown. Lie down on the bed and buckle yourself in." Hesitantly he followed her instructions. She got up out of her seat and too out a small needle from her medical bag and put some of the liquid from the bottle into the needle. You are going to feel a needle prick and in a few minutes you will sleep," Betty said as she injected the serum into his arm. "When you awake, you will feel sore over most of your body. Do not speak, as your vocal chords will also be sore. As you were told, Simone will be with you at all times. If for some reason she has to leave for a minute or two, either Roseanne or I will be there with you." At this time Steve started to fall asleep. Betty chanted the spell that would turn him into a woman and then the spell for him to be a witch. She then called to the front driver to start moving. Simone was crying. Roseanne took her hand. "What's wrong, girl?" asked Betty. "I came this close to turning around and staying with him as his wife," Simone said through her sobs. She was touching her thumb and forefinger, not even leaving the quarter inch space that the statement usually accompanies. "Did you know he proposed to me?" "I heard," said Betty concerned. "Did you also know that I was torn between accepting his stupidly done proposal and making him do it right?" "I noticed that the third option was not mentioned," Betty said. "You have it bad, don't you girl?" "The only reason that we are here now is that if we DID go back we would put both HIS life and MINE in great danger," replied Simone. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Poor baby," said Betty as she held the miserable woman while they rode to their destination." End part 1