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My Stories may be added to any free access Archive with similar content as long as the content is not modified and this notice and the copyright are maintained. Direct comments and email to [email protected] Right Bag, Wrong Clothes By John Howarth (c)copyright 2001 John Howarth My best friend and I were in our 30's and we were single. We often took vacations together. I could not drive and that made it difficult to get dates or pick up girls. My friend was Alan and while he drove he had no interest in girls and for as long as I could remember, he never did, and many thought he might be gay or something weird. I know for a fact that is not the case, he's an electronics junkie. His apartment had more electronics than a rural Radio Shack store. He had everything anyone could imagine or ever want. Electronics was his passion so there was no room for girls. I had other friends who did nothing but chase skirts. Every weekend they were in the bars trying to score. Most times I had better luck than they did even with my bad sight. Keith and Donald were those kinds of guys. When Alan and talked about a trip to Florida we wanted a way to have fun and keep expenses down. We asked Keith and Donald if they wanted to come. I was happy when they did decide to come because it would balance the trip better. Alan would spent all his time at any of Disney's high-tech stuff or over at space coast at the space center. With others on the trip we could balance things better and force things a little. Alan's total burgers, fries and cokes diet could also be moderated. I like burgers, as much as the next guy, but on a trip one meal a day is enough. I've seen that guy have Coke for breakfast. We were going to fly to Florida and got good discount fares. The best driver of the group was Keith, but Donald was the non-drinker of the group. Keith reserved the rental car. We each planned one suitcase and a small carry on. My carry on always consisted of a good-sized camera bag with room to carry extra stuff. The day of the trip we had one of the other guys who could not join us take us to the airport. We checked our bags and went to the waiting area. The flight was uneventful. It was on time and even at the baggage area our bags showed up at the same time all bunched together. We carried our bags out and found the car rental area. Soon we loaded the bags in the trunk and headed for one of the big Disney facilities. We unloaded the car and waited for Keith to return from the parking garage. We went to the check in counter and were quickly on our way to our room for four. It was going to be a weird two weeks. We got to the room and found it had two king sized beds not four singles as requested. I looked at Keith and said, "I don't have a problem." Keith smiled and said, "Mark and I took a trip to Maine with my Mom about 7 years ago and we had to share a bed then." Alan and Donald looked at each other and shrugged. Donald had reserved the room so he called the desk. He got a few dollars off but could not get a switch. Alan put his suitcase on one of the stands and unlocked it. He opened it and stared. "Shit, I must have grabbed the wrong suitcase, these ain't my clothes." I looked at him. "Check the baggage tag." "There ain't one, just a string where it was." said Alan. Donald said, "It's got to be yours, you opened it with your key." He said. "Well these are not my clothes." as he held up a hot pink knit dress. Donald said. "I'll check mine. It's got a combination lock." He put it up on another stand and worked the lock. As he opened it I saw the top item was bright green. He looked confused. He picked up the hanger it was on and discovered it was a girl scout uniform as were the next few items below it. Keith threw his suitcase on the bed and he said. "You're gonna look real sweet in that." Keith opened his suitcase and saw it was not his clothes. He looked at the top few items and found some decorated flare legged jeans, A T-shirt, a sleeveless shell and what he first thought was a pair of shorts. He said, "These are not mine but I should find something that fits." I took my suitcase to the long shelf near the bathroom. The lock on my suitcase was shot long ago and I had rigged up a couple of small padlocks on mine. I noted the baggage tag was missing as well. I unlocked the locks and opened mine and stared in disbelief. My clothes were also not as I had packed. I began to unload everything in the suitcase on to the shelf. Like my friends, all the clothes in the suitcase seemed to be girl sized. I was pretty sweated up so I found some sweat shorts and a very stretchy tank top. I ignored the pink color. I stripped down and headed for a quick shower. I took only the shorts and top with me. I took a short but refreshing shower and dried off. I pulled on the shorts and top. They were at best a marginal fit. I went back out and lay down on the bed. Keith was next and as he began his shower I dozed off. Keith finished and came out in the flare legged jeans and a T-shirt. He lay down on the bed with me. I was lying on my stomach. Alan went in next and came out in shorts and a tank top. Keith was still awake and watched Donald enter the bathroom. He was not paying a lot of attention but suddenly he noticed his chest was larger than before. Keith had done a lot of working out and dieting several years ago and for almost six months had a bust that would make some girls jealous. He didn't pay his chest much attention till he felt his hair tickling his shoulders. He got up and went to the mirror, then stared and fainted. When Donald came out he saw what looked like a girl on the floor. He looked and saw it still looked like Keith's face but very feminized. "Hey look guys, this looks like Keith but it looks like a girl too." Alan jumped up then noticed something different about himself. He came over to the mirror and look. His face looked like a preteen girl with pigtails. Alan reached down into the shorts he had on and found only smooth skin, not even any hair. Alan was looking at Donald and said, "Looks like you are changing." As Keith began to wake up, he looked up and saw two girls looking down at him. He felt between his legs and said. "My family jewels are gone." Alan who was the youngest said. "I'll bet you got girlie bits, you look like a girlie." As Keith got up she said. "Oh shit this is weird." She came over to me and looked down and saw my shapely rear and my hair in a ponytail. "Mark sure has a nice ass." He rolled me over and saw I had a nice bust as well. She felt faint again and sat down on the bed before he fell. Alan said. "What do we do now, Mommy?" Keith's mind just went 'tilt'. She shook me and said. "Wake up we got a problem, sleepy head." I opened my eyes and noticed I did not need my glasses. I said. "Hey cool, I don't need glasses any more." As I sat up. I looked at my hands and my body. I got up and walked to the mirror. I looked at a girl that looked about age 14. I turned and said, "Get a charge out of how cute I look. I could learn to like this." Keith said. "I don't like it. I had boobs for 6 months and I hated it. I even had to wear a bra in public. I won't stay like this." I went over and fished for the wallet I left in my pants, then saw a purse next to the suitcase. I grabbed it and went over to the bed and looked for a wallet. I found it and looked for an ID. I found a social security card with the name of Debbie B Hammond, and there was a picture ID with my picture on it and birth info. There was also all the money I had for the trip. I smiled. "Find your purse and find out who you are supposed to be." Keith felt for a wallet in her jeans but it was gone. She saw a purse in her suitcase. Donald and Alan found theirs as well. Keith still had a driver's license and her name was Karen Ann Wood. Alan was now Sue Ann Wood and was Karen's daughter. Donald was now Kelly Green. Kelly was apparently a neighbors kid to Karen and Sue. My address was not anywhere close to them. Was I supposed to be a relative or what? I looked at Karen and said. "Guess you are going to have your hands full. It looks like the kids have lost their adult abilities. I'll help you as I can but you are the adult." "I ain't married and..." I cut her off. "In the bathroom." I said pushing her that way. We went and I closed the door. "I don't care what your mind says, Sue is your child and it looks like Kelly is Sue's friend. I don't have a clue on how I fit in, but I can take care of myself, except I am only 14. I would expect you are legally responsible for all of us and will be in big legal trouble if you abandon us." "I hate children, that is why I won't get married." She said. "Well then it appears you are an unwed mother. I'll bet somewhere in your past you got some girl in trouble. I can understand why Sue is a sexless preteen girl. He had no sexual interest in his old life. I can't quite figure out why Donald is like that as well. Any change for me is okay, it fixed my bad sight." "Donald never had a date, He looked and acted, but as far as I know he was a washout with dating, You at least dated a few times that I knew about." she said. "What do we do now?" Said Donald. Karen said. "We should probably start with what we came here to do anyway and that is to have fun. Let's get changed so we can go out and eat." Karen selected clothes for Sue and Kelly. I went and picked out some nice jeans and a sleeveless top. I added some panties to the stuff and headed for the bathroom. I quickly came out. Karen smiled. "Young lady, I hope you don't intend to spend this entire trip braless." I looked down. My nipples clearly showed through the top. I felt myself turning red. I went over to my suitcase and pulled out a bra. I went back in the bathroom and went through the struggle of putting it on. I came out and Karen smiled. "That's much better, I know you are not used to wearing a bra, but you should. I'd imagine Disney's folks frown upon that sort of thing." I faced her wondering how to put it diplomatically. "Ms Wood. Would you please look at yourself in the mirror, I may look like jailbait without a bra, but you look just plain vulgar." She looked down and she turned more shades of red than I ever saw before. She went to the mirror and looked. She did not even reply but went to the suitcase and took out a monster-sized bra. She went into the bathroom. After a minute she opened the door and said. "Debbie can you help me with this." I went in and helped her with the hooks in back. She said with distaste. "I always hated these things. I can never get them hooked the first time." "Buy some with front hooks." I said. "They are real expensive in my size." She said. I smiled and said, "I guess I got it for you." She put her top back on and we went out to the other room. She looked in the mirror. She sighed, "Thanks for telling me, I looked like a slut before." I looked at her again, "You need to at least put some panties under those jeans, you are showing a little more than I'd think you'd want to show." She looked at her ass and said, "Looks okay to me." I looked at her and said, "Your ass is glorious, that ain't the problem." "I never look down there, I was an ass man remember." said Karen. "So was I, and Donald liked the boobs. That crotch seam is way too tight." I said. She looked again and went and found something that would probably fit better. She went and put on a denim shortall with a looser top. She came out of the bathroom and said. "For the first night as a girl I guess this will be better. It doesn't show much at all." She checked over the kids and we went out to at least eat. We'd get our tickets to the magic kingdom and eat there. Karen, Sue and Kelly got their tickets easily but when they tried to process my name there was some kind of a problem. I was taken aside. A few minutes later some security people showed up. They had a conversation with Karen and marked some stuff on a notepad. They came to me. "Young lady will you come with us." I had no idea what was going on. We went back to the hotel complex and they got a room key. They took me to my room. They unlocked the door and we entered. One of the guards said, "Gather up all your stuff and put it in the suitcase." I picked up the clothes I had left on the floor. My men's clothes were now girl stuff as well. I put all the clothes into the suitcase; I went to the camera bag and began to pack the camera and lenses into the suitcase as well and at last folded the camera bag and added it as well. I closed and locked the suitcase with the locks. I took the suitcase off the shelf. One of the guards took it and we left the hotel room and headed some distance into the Disney facility. At last I was deposited in the waiting area and the guards left. My name had been given to the receptionist and I was told to wait till I was called. I was told to take my suitcase with me wherever I was taken. As I watched I had a bad feeling. Half the kids here looked like runaways. There were a few who looked totally confused just like me. I was definitely confused. It took several hours before I was called. I was sent into an office. I carried my suitcase with me. I entered the office and a woman said. "Please sit down." I took the chair near the desk leaving the suitcase near the door. She had some papers in her hands. She read them and at last she said. "Now would you like to talk about it?" Now I really was confused. "Talk about what?" I said. "Your name comes up as a runaway and the info matches who you seem to be." She said. I frowned and said. "I don't even know where I was supposed to have run away from. I do not know of my parents or even where I live." "Do you have any plane tickets? Most runaways do not fly to get here." She asked. I dug in my purse and found my tickets. I looked at them and found my current name was on them. I handed them to the woman. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. She finally got an answer. She said. "Disney security, Just got another from that flight, that's fifteen already today." She was marking down stuff and at last she hung up. She turned to me and said. "Before I start this, you need not tell me anything before the change, all I want is for you to verify what I tell you." I just nodded. She smiled and said. "We have no idea what has happened but so far it looks like everyone on the flight you were on has been effected. It seems you picked up your suitcase and when you got to a room, you found the suitcase; your suitcase had other clothes than what you packed. In some cases the person was a guy and his suitcase was filled with girls stuff. Some girls found their cases filled with boy stuff and some have found clothes of the same sex but different size. Is this correct." "Yes." I said. "And when you put on clothes from your bag your body changed to match the clothes, usually within 5 minutes." She said. "Essentially true, I don't know how long the change took. I laid down on a bed and dozed off. I woke up like this." I said. "Tell me about others in your room." She said. "There were three that I came with and we all started as adults. I'll tell you at least one in the room was a man before. All are girls now. Two are preteen girls, and one is an adult woman and there is me at age 14. We were all within a year or two of the same age when we started. The one who is an adult woman was several years younger than I was before the changes. The preteens seem to have lost their adult abilities. Although none of us were related, there are two who are mother and daughter, and the other girl seems to be the child of their neighbor. I don't have a clue of who I am other than the ID papers I am carrying." I said. "So far it seems those below age ten lost their adult abilities, and that accounts for most found by Disney. You are very fortunate to be at least a teenager. So far every child we know about is a listed runaway. The info is in the national crime database or missing children. Our next step is to contact the people who are your legal guardians. What happens to you after that is largely a function of their wishes." She said reaching for the phone. She dialed a long string of numbers and waited for an answer. At last she said. "This is Disney security at Walt Disney world in Florida. We have found the missing child by the name of Debbie B Hammond. She tried to purchase a ticket today and her name came up as a runaway." There was conversation from the other end then she spoke again. "She was alone and seems to be in good health. I do not know anything about abduction, but she has a valid airline ticket from New England. It however is a one way ticket." More conversation then she says. "I don't know if she has been sexually assaulted or raped, we have not asked that." I said. "I have not been raped and I am still a virgin." The person on the other end said something and the woman handed me the phone. I said "Hello" "Debbie is that really you after all this time. We'd given up hope on you ever being found." Said the woman at the other end. I smiled. "Somehow I can't remember a lot of things, I have no memory of being abducted and I have no mental scars from anything. I was not mistreated." "Do you have any money with you?" Asked the other. "Lots, but I don't know where it came from, I know I did not steal it." I said. "No one asked that. We just want you back safe and sound." She said. "I'm fine, and I have enough money for the trip back." I said. "Let me talk to the woman with you again." she said. I handed the phone back to the woman. The woman on the phone gave details, which the woman with me began to write down. At last the woman with me said. "The best we can do is give her a secure room and keep her safe till someone can get here to pick her up. Because she is a runaway we must keep her under guard till someone arrives. We can't send her home. And whoever comes must have legal proof of who she is and proof that you are her legal guardians. When we verify whoever comes, we will release her to them." She said. The other person spoke and at last she said. "I wish I could let her visit the park while we are waiting for you to arrive, but runaways cannot be given any freedom. Policy says their safety comes first." She at last hung up the phone and said. "I hate all that, but rules concerning the handling of runaways is very specific. You however will get to visit but under specific conditions. We know you are not a runaway but they will never know that, now grab your suitcase and come." She took me to an area in the huge underground complex under the Magic Kingdom. The first stop was labeled Housing where I was assigned a room. I put my suitcase in the room. I was given a map on the underground and of the surface. I was given a small pack to carry in a pocket of my clothes. I was told it had to be worn at all times. It was a security device. I was given a full ticket good only for the magic kingdom. I was then left at my room. I quickly made a trip up into the park noting where I had entered from. I first went to eat and had a good meal. I was famished. I rode a few rides after that and stayed in the park till just about closing time. I enjoyed the Main Street electrical lighting parade. I grabbed a last snack and headed back to the underground for the night. I undressed and went to bed. I was asleep quickly as I was tired from a very long day. I slept very well. I woke in the morning and looked at the map of the underground. I found the cafeteria and after dressing headed there for breakfast and after a good meal headed out to explore the park better. In many places my security pack caused a beep at a doorway or an entrance. Every entrance and exit had a scan and you could not leave the underground without a device and you could not enter the underground without one. This kept the general public out of the underground and was used to keep track of employees as well. I was much better this day and took the camera with me. I took lots of pictures and had a fun day. I was at least having fun as I waited. I did not know the pack in my pocket was also a paging device. On the 4th day just after lunch the pack began to beep. I took it out. Almost as soon as I had it in my hand a voice came from it. "Debbie Hammond please return to your room immediately." I headed back and arrived to find security waiting. I had to pack up my suitcase and go with them. We returned to the security building, I handed back the room key and the security pack. At last I was taken to a room where I found a man and a woman waiting. The woman took me in her arms and said. "I'm so glad to see you, it's been so long." The man said. "My princess is looking rather well." I smiled. "I am in good health." The people signed papers and I was released to them. We went out to a car and headed for the airport. Soon we were on the way home. It was a very long flight. We were headed for Hawaii. At last we reached our destination and we picked up a car from the long term storage area of the airport, and headed home. It was a long ride to a place on the northwest corner of the island. At last we pulled into the driveway of a good sized house and got out. As we pulled in a teenage boy very close to my age appeared. He smiled as he came over and hugged me. "Oh, sis, it's so nice to see you home." I smiled and replied. "It's nice to be back." We entered the house and the man said. "Alright, everyone into the living room." We went into the living room and we all sat down. He looked at me and said. "This won't take long, but is necessary." I smiled. "I hope it ends a little of my confusion." "It should." said the man. "So you know you are not nuts. We never met before, and yes I had a daughter who looked like you, but she has been dead for several months while we waited for a replacement. You are the replacement. We paid a lot of money for you." He continued. "The replacement program is run by the government and it kind of takes people who have no real future and places them into new lives that will be better than their old lives. Sometimes it's a handicapped person, sometimes someone alone because of a death in a family where they are the lone survivor of an accident. It could be one of many reasons you are here to replace our daughter. "My daughter was hurt in an accident and was comatose for months before she died. We never listed the death; instead the government changed the records listing you as a runaway. Before my daughter died, the body was scanned and stored till a donor mind is found. The government does the replacement in one of several ways. One is the way you became our daughter. It is usually an entire planeload of people like happened to you. You were selected to fit the profile of my daughter. It means you should have no problem replacing my daughter." I smiled and said. "I know what and who I was before and I seriously doubt I can be a close match for your daughter." "Because you were a 30 year old man before. I can even tell you what your name was before and what your handicap was. I have seen the profile they matched you from and I have some doubts as well, but I know others who have gotten replacements from the program and in every case the match is so good that no one outside the family even suspects. Much will become clearer in the next few weeks. For instance. I know you always liked surfing but because you came from New England and had bad sight you could never surf well if you tried. I also know you were a technical person into electronics, ham radio and audio. You also are a science fiction fan. I know more but you get the idea." "Do you know how the replacements are done, it's a little bizarre, and a whole lot unnerving." I said. "No, explain?" he said. "Since you know I was a guy, I'll tell you what actually happened. I was with three of my friends going on vacation to Florida. We were all guys, and so you know, none of us were gay. We left New England on a nonstop flight and arrived in Florida the day Disney's people called you. We got a rental car and headed for the hotel we were reserved into. We got our room and took our bags in. Everything was normal so far. "In the room one of the guys opened his suitcase and discovered it full of girls clothes. All of us found the same thing. I was the first converted. I was sweaty and took a shower and I pulled on the loosest clothes I could find in the suitcase and laid down. The others followed what I had done. I dozed off. All of them were soon wearing some kind of girl's clothes from their suitcases. "The two smallest guys noticed the changes first as both were small as men and ended up a preteen girls. The other one was changed into a full sized woman very close to his original size. They woke me up and I found I was in this body. The ones who became preteen girls we figured were that way because as guys they did not date. They were not gay, they just did not date. One had no sexual interest and the other was just afraid of girls. The one who ended up as the full grown woman was the one who had dated the most. "I had dated but never took a girl to bed. I was sexually a virgin. If all conversions are by design I think the guy who became the full sized woman will find he has a husband back home waiting. One of the preteens was her daughter and the other preteen was a neighbor's child. Anyway we went out to eat and went to buy tickets to Disney world and that was when my ID showed up as a runaway." I said. "You mean you had no choice and no say in anything." He asked. "No none, I had no clue of anything going on. At the time I changed, all my ID stuff changed as well. I'll bet if checks of my former ID were made, that I never existed." I said. "That does sound bizarre. Hey if it works for both of us, who cares." He said. I smiled. "If I had a choice of what my other friends got stuck with or this, I think this is the best choice. I think I can manage the change." "Every person checked for a change has a rating for whether they must be a boy or a girl. The ones who became preteen kids will be okay because if you take any mind back to preteen it grows into the body a teenager or older must either have a neuter rating, or the rating for the sex they are, or have a rating of 'Can adjust to either sex at any age'. You have this last rating. I am told teenage girls are the most difficult to replace. We have waited close to 6 months for you. The claim to cover your memory loss was that brain reconstruction had been done on you. Your traits are the same but much was lost." he said. I considered and at last said. "It should be interesting to see what happens. I think I may enjoy this; my old life with bad eyesight was such a struggle. So far I like my body and it feels perfectly normal. I am at easy in this form. I think that may be more important than other factors." "They tell me the most important thing on all conversions is the body mind connection. If a mind is comfortable in a body it solves much more of the transition. A bad match will never work. They still don't know how far off they can be and still have a working conversion. You have a total rating of 97 out of a possible 100 and most working matches are close to 75 and few if ever over 90. They tell me the mismatches are minor and may not really matter. I am told your match is one of the highest three matches ever found." He said. "Is there anything I need to know about the body, I mean physical things or quirks that I should know about." I asked. "Both you any your brother wet the bed." Said mother. "Aw ma you didn't have to tell her. I don't do it anymore. I stopped last year." said the boy. "In my original body I wet the bed, but I had stopped by about age 14. This body does not seem to have that problem. So that is of no concern." I said. Dad said. "As a girl Debbie was a pretty smart kid and had a pretty high IQ. They say that match is close. Do you have any idea what your IQ was." "I do not know the exact figure but I know my IQ is above 156 and from what I have learned I think it is in the 170s. My guess is I am above what she was." I said. He stared at me for a minute then asked. "Are you sure?" "In my senior high school English class everyone did badly on a short essay and our teacher handed back the essays and told us she expected more from us and that we were the top English class in the school, and she was not going to accept that kind of work so she gave it to us to do again. She told us the reason she expected more from us was the lowest IQ in the class was 156, and a few were close to 200. Later I found out other things that confirmed where I was IQ wise. I won't disappoint you." I said. "Debbie was 148 and is considered high by today's standards. If you were a true 156 fifteen years ago that is a lot higher than a 156 today." He said. "I also know something else. I had bad sight, which is one of the worst handicaps to deal with. I was legally blind. From what I have learned since high school Blindness also gets a point offset on every kind of exam. My 156 was without any offset. My high school did everything they could to shoot me down. When things were made right I was told with my IQ and SAT scores I could have gone to MIT, which at that time was the top high tech school in the world. I think I could have gotten into MENSA but I didn't want that label on me so I never tried." I said. "We will find out as you will have to take the IQ tests again before fall. Because of the conversion things need to be adjusted to what you are now so things can work." He said. "You know there will not be a problem." I said. It was quite late and it had been a long trip. They showed me my room and I quickly went to bed. I fell asleep easily and slept well. My thoughts were on how good a life this could really be. Next morning was a school day and I had to dress for school. I wore a skirt and blouse, which I would think was correct. I at least would not attract much attention on my first day. I guessed everyone knew I was coming back that day from my brother. I was ill prepared for the hostile reception I got that day. It seemed Debbie had enemies within her classes at school. One seemed to not believe I was back and I heard comments to the effect that when she killed someone they were supposed to stay dead. When I got home I addressed the subject with Mom. "Mom, What happened to Debbie before? I am getting some really rotten stuff at school like she was supposed to die." I said. "For what it was worth she was dating a motorcycle guy and they were in an accident. He died and Debbie barely survived. The evidence about the accident says they were deliberately run off the road, however the car that did it is unknown and has never been found. Debbie has enemies in school and within the surfing community but I don't think any of the surfers were involved. We have a pretty good idea who might be but they have lots of money and could buy anything or anybody on the island." She said. "The feelings I am getting at school says I may not live very long if I continue to go there. It just does not feel healthy to me." I said. I went to my room and rested a little. The day had been unnerving to say the least. I was not happy. I waited for supper and to see what my brother would say and what Dad would say. I tried to remain open but cautious. My brother was the one who started things. He said to Dad. "I told you not to send Debbie back to school. What I heard today was real bad. If she continues to attend, I think she will be dead by the end of the week." Dad looked at him then at me. "I doubt it was that bad." My brother said. "We were not sure before if what happened was an accident or not, but now I am sure and it is not just from the kids. Mr. Johnson and Ms Sanu both made comments that tell me adults are in on this as well. That school is just unsafe for her." "All the pieces are fitting together just fine. Do you think it is safe for you in the school or not?" he asked. "I would suggest I can be a target to reach her thru. No I doubt it is safe for me either. The kids and the teachers make it plain enough that I am not accepted either." He said. I tried to not add to this because I was not the cause. At last Dad said. "I know it will be difficult because of the grip those folks have on everything here, but both of you will school at home. I know you can handle it." My brother gave a big sigh of relief. "Great I was starting to get very nervous. Why do we even have to stay here? Can't you get transferred back to the states." "You know that is not an option, It ain't even the money. We have discussed this many times. Nothing has changed." He said. I looked at him. "It's a matter of government security isn't it." I said. "You know I cannot discuss my job situation." He said. "If you had the sense to check, my previous life had a top secret security clearance, which I would suspect is part of why I am here." I said. "I will check it. If you did it will carry over to this form. I'll check the IQ as well. You could be right that there is more going on here than any of us suspects." He said. "As a college student I was the only student cleared to be inside the circle of secret service at a presidential debate. I was also used as a spy within the school but I didn't know it when it happened. I was given the info on both incidents years later. I never sought a government rating; I got it from one place I worked. I'm told this is the best way to get a rating as it is considered more reliable." I said. He leaned back and said. "I think there is much more going on here than anyone is saying. I will make some checks tomorrow. If what you are saying is true, you could be in much more danger than even I know." "If you want you and I can discuss this later, alone." I said. I went to my room and relaxed and knew Dad would be in to see me. About 8:00 pm he knocked on my door. He came in and said. "I want you to tell me everything you know about your own situation. I mean anything you might think might be involved with your security clearance. I made a few calls and I found some really scary stuff. I need everything you can remember." I spent over an hour telling him everything I knew. When I was done he smiled and said. "That confirms a lot of what I found. That covers most of it. There are other things but you know the important ones. I didn't think anyone outside the military or CIA could have the rating you have. You being here cannot be an accident. I also found something else. You need not be concerned about school. You are certified as taking four years of college. You will pretend to home school and will take the exams but they will not count, it's going thru the motions to cover the law." "I'm glad my troubles before were worth something." I said. "Now as to what is going on here, you go with me tomorrow. They have not told me anything, but what I just got on the phone tells me a lot more than either of us knows is going on here. You are to dress as a Hawaiian girl, a teenager; I would think a Hawaiian skirt and halter top might be best. You want to look unofficial." He said. "That will look real sweet with you all dressed up." I said. "I was told to dress casual as well, shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Our meeting is not in a usual location, and they are covering you being out of school and there is a cover for why we are meeting where we are. It all looks like official stuff because you are back home. No one will suspect otherwise." He said. That was it. He left me to consider my situation. I began to read thru Debbie's old diaries for clues and info. It would take quite a while to sort out everything that was going on in her life. I considered what had gone on that day at school. In the morning Dad said to my brother. "You go to school today and try to stay cool. After school you take Debbie to the beach to see if she might be able to pick up surfing. The season starts real quick and I need to know." He said. "You can't be considering entering her this year. That would be crazy not to mention dangerous." He said. "You will do as I say, if we want Debbie back she must be back 100%. That means school, dancing, surfing, and everything else." Said Dad. My brother's look was one of awe. "You really can't expect her to pick up everything the way it was. The deception won't last but minutes." I got up and put a peck on his cheek. "You let me worry about it. You must treat it as if I am totally back." He pushed my arm aside. "No, you're as crazy as he is and you don't have a clue on what you being back really means." I put my arms around him. "Big brother, I know enough, Let's see I was Ms Teen Hawaii, I hula like crazy, I am the top female surfer from Hawaii and I am one of the only girls to ride the big ones at the bay. There is more but that is enough for starters. I really think you worry too much." He escaped my embrace and said. "You are a crazy bitch, in a day or so you'll come down out of that cloud and listen to reason. The next thing you will be telling me is you know how to deal with the problems at school." I smiled a big grin. "I've almost got that figured out as well. You just be ready to take me surfing after school." He went to his room mumbling. I looked at Dad and shook my head. I soon left with Dad and we headed for our first meeting and it was the cover. Dad was meeting with the surf folks to sign me up for this season. We had quite a discussion but Dad paid the fees and we both signed the papers. Next we went to another location close by and after Dad and another had a brief conversation on the street we were taken to what was assumed to be a secure location. The doors were locked and we both sat down with this other person. The other said, "Mr. Hammond and Ms Hammond, it is good to see you have figured some things out on your own. You figured out Debbie was killed, and you have already gotten threats. You know her getting killed the way she did was avoidable. That motorcycle jock was paid to get her killed but he waited too long and ended up getting killed as well. You are stronger than Debbie was before and we can work with you when we could not work with her." "I am strong and not weak. "I said. "You better be, we want you back in school. Your grades do not matter so long as you pass. You must be socially visible like your surfing and the Teen Hawaii stuff. The more visible you are the harder it will be to kill you. It would draw too much attention. Are you strong enough to handle the stuff at school without help?" He asked. "I am working on a plan to deal with that situation. I will likely reach an understanding with some of my enemies there. If they somehow think I am a replacement, I may look inexperienced, it could help a lot." I said. He replied. "There are plots and subplots in several different circles, the school is one, the surfers are another. There may be linkages between several groups. We are trying to pin down a structure that is at work here. While all your stuff seems trivial it is still part of a control structure. It can lead us to those we are trying to reach and may be an easier way to reach the highest people. People who abuse power will do it at all levels. They never count the cost." "You know I am strong. I will not bend and I won't be broken. Once I commit to something I will not give up. When I decide it's not part way, it's to go all the way no matter what the cost." I said. "That is why you are here today, one so your father knows just enough to fully trust you, and so you know you can trust him as well." He said. "You mean I got an option on trusting him. Like I kinda thought with him as my father, I didn't have a choice. Anyway trust must be earned for both him and me. My normal position is a usually trust until a person proves unworthy. We have been getting along fine." I said. "What we want is to trace command structure, who takes orders from who, you know the pecking order. We don't want you to infiltrate the structure. That is far too dangerous. You are more valuable to be a thorn in the side to someone." He said. "I can be anything from a minor irritation to a royal pain in the ass as the circumstances demand. It's much more fun to pick away at someone. You get the idea." I said. "You should know there are several other replacements in your school and you will be watched. You will have to sort things out yourself. None of the replacements know who the others are. They are told there are this many in the school. There are currently six including you. Your contact will not be your Dad; it must look like you are not working together. You should be able to maintain such character with your Dad just thru normal teenage rebellion. A little friction needs to show. How to handle that will be up to you. Your initial contact will be..." He handed me a folder with a picture and a little info. "His code phrase to you will always be 'you riding today?' and your reply must be 'hang ten dude.' When he repeats it a second time he feels it is safe to talk where he is now. Since you both surf you must adhere to the exact wording. Any other wording like 'Debbie are you riding?' is not a match. He will test you. Your first contact will be Saturday at the bay." he said. "I understand, and from things I know this should be very interesting." I said. That was it. We left the meeting and got in the car and headed back. He knew he could not ask about my contact. He said. "What was that last part about?" "My contact is one of my known enemies. I would say that is interesting enough." I said. "I would say so but Debbie had so many enemies another would never be noticed, but you will see about that." He said. We talked lightly the rest of the way home. At the house he dropped me off and said. "If you want to study your surfing, look at the video tapes. It may help you learn again." "That may help a lot, Thanks." I said. "One rule, you can walk to the beach from the house, but never surf alone. Wait for your brother." He said. I giggled and said. "That is really a dumb rule, that means I better not get caught." He yelled. "Debbie, don't even think about breaking it." I opened the house door and went in ignoring his yelling. I would never break that rule but he didn't need to know that. I grabbed a light lunch and sat down to study the tapes. I watched some nice practice runs on some nice waves for the first tape. The second tape I looked at was big boards at the bay. It was a little scary especially when I was shown doing amazing things and riding impossible waves. I was also shown doing rescues. I went to another tape as I waited for my brother to come in from school. He saw the tapes when he came in. I was already in a one- piece swimsuit. He saw the bay tape and said. "If you are looking at that you are braver than I thought, or you are totally crazy." "I must be totally crazy." I laughed. I headed for the back door. He grabbed towels and at the rack in back I said. "Which one is mine?" "Yours are the hot pink." He said. I grabbed the regular board and we headed down the path to the beach. He did not grab a board and when we got to the beach he said. "Okay, let's see what you are made of. Go out and see what you can manage without a lesson." I didn't say a word and just went into the water. I made my first attempt kneeling and only went a little way. I looked up and he was gone. Seconds later I saw him setting up a video camera. I managed to stand up on my third try and at least got a short ride. We were there for 2 hours and he taped it all. By the end of the session I was getting some pretty good rides. Finally I had enough. I said. "That's enough for today." I headed for the house as he broke down the camera equipment. Mom was in the kitchen when I came in she said. "Dad was worried you might go out alone." "I was with my brother, he's breaking down the camera." I said. "How did it go?" She asked. "Not bad, I'm a little rusty." I said. "Supper is almost ready." She said. "I can smell it, yummy, liver and onions." I said. She looked at me surprised. "What don't you like?" "I eat most anything, just no anchovies on the pizza." I said. She gave me another stare. "And what are your favorite deserts." "Let's see, strawberry shortcake, German chocolate cake, cheesecake, any kind of berry pies. Custard pudding and pie." I said. Another hard stare. She said. "Dad was really concerned about you trying to break the no surfing alone rule." I shrugged and said. "Hey I'm a moon child, water is my element." "Hold it right there, you read that like a script." She said. I looked at her puzzled. "Mom, what I said is me, 100% me, and I don't understand why you are staring at me like that." Her expression was one of wonder as she said. "We will discuss this when your father gets home." I went and pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt and returned just as Dad came in. My brother had already put the tape in the machine. Mom started to serve as she said. "We all wondered how close things could actually be with Debbie. She came in and smelled the Liver and onions cooking and said 'yummy.' I asked her what she didn't like. Tell them what you said." "I said, I eat almost anything except no anchovies on the pizza. She asked about favorite deserts and I said, Strawberry shortcake, German chocolate cake, cheesecake, all kinds of berry pies and custard pudding and pie.' She asked me about my lack of concern about the no surf alone rule and I said. 'I am a moon child, water is my element.' She keeps giving my these strange looks." I said. Dad laughs and says. "Those are the exact words the real Debbie would give, Just for laughs, what was your actual birthday and time." "July 8, 1947 at 12:45 AM." I said. Dad said. "Now that is scary, Debbie was born on July 8, 1974 at 12:45 AM." My brother said. "Let me put the tape on. I took sis to the beach and I didn't give her a lesson and just sent her out to try on her own. This is the tape from the third ride she attempted." We ate as we watched the tape and only got about half way thru the tape when the phone rang. Dad picked it up and talked to the folks on the other end and at last hung up. He looked at me. "Princess is having a busy day. We got to see about you in a hula skirt." I headed for the bedroom and my brother followed. He found the skirt and top and told me to put them on and come to the living room. I did the quick change and went out to the living room. He said, "Okay, I play and you show us your moves. Don't worry about hand movement, just kind of wave them." He started slow and I began to move. It took a few minutes to get with the flow and he got faster and faster. I kept up real well and he got faster and faster till he started to mess up. He looked at me. "I guess we can take her there. There is a welcome back party for Debbie, and I know everyone will want to see if you can still move like before. Let's go." said Dad. We went out to the car and made the hour trip and joined a little celebration. I joined others and I was officially welcomed back. I got up with some other girls to dance and things began slow like at home but at the fast end it was much faster and I still had all the moves. The other girls dropped out one at a time. At last there was just me. I kind of followed what the drummer did and at last ended next to the mayor who said, "I guess that makes it official, Debbie is back." Everyone clapped and slowly the gathering broke up and we headed home. It had been a long day for me. I went to bed as they finished watching the tape. Next morning I ate a good breakfast and got ready for school. I wore jeans and a plain top and tried to not look sexy at all. I was also preparing for possible trouble. I put an extra change of clothes in the locker at school just in case. I tried to act like I was ignoring the chatter from my enemies. When Moesha gave me a shove to get my attention, I acted like I was daydreaming. "Huh! What was that for?" "That was for not paying attention." She said. "Why on earth should I pay attention to you, all I see is the same old Moesha. I'm not your boyfriend, and I'M not that kind of girl, are you?" I said. I got daggers from her eyes. "We were talking about you?" "You are entitled to your opinion, and considering that you don't like me, I already know what that is all about. If you said something intelligent I might listen." I said. "Ms Hammond, you are looking for trouble." She said. I faced her. "May I rephrase that for you, I am looking at trouble, but I think everyone knows it anyway. I don't have a clue on why you dislike me. Maybe jealousy of my Teen Hawaii title, or maybe you don't have the moves I do, or maybe it's my surfing ability. I really don't know?" "I dislike your family, you ain't from Hawaii." She said. "You have few choices, one, adjust, I can't change what I am. Two, prove you are a better Hawaiian than I am. Or three, shut up." I said. We'd drawn a big crowd. There were teachers in the back. She was getting real mad. "I don't have to take this from you." I backed up and said. "Careful, Moesha is about to blow. You don't want to get caught in her lava flow, she'll really burn ya." I headed for next class. I didn't hear a single word as I departed. I got to class and got some nods of approval from some of the guys and some of the girls. I knew I would have to be careful at lunch. The teacher came in and she spoke. "Ms Hammond, That was a most unladylike outburst. Do you have anything to say for yourself." I stood. "Considering she was out to start a catfight, I think things went rather well. If she wants to fight me I'll consider a wrestling match." The teacher saw she was not going to win said. "You represent Hawaii to many people, your behavior should be better." I smiled. "Oh, I see a catfight is more ladylike, I'll have to remember that." I sat down. Half the class snickered and the teacher just begins the class. She picks on me more than usual for answers and I get everything right, to her dismay. Class ends and I head for lunch. I fully expect I will either get caught in a food fight, or someone will dump food on me. I was again acting preoccupied. I saw it coming and moved gracefully out of the way as Moesha tried to dump a full tray of food on me. Instead she got her boyfriend with it. She also got hit with some of it herself. I walked by and said. "Moesha, boys like to be spoon fed, well it's nice to see you sharing. Looks like you need a bib." She glared at me. "I'll get you for this." "For what, looks to me like you're just being klutzy." I said. "That food was meant for you." She said. She looks at the gathering crowd. "So you know, I like to be spoon fed, I'm surprised your boyfriend lets you feed him like some swine." I paused shaking my head. "It's such a shame to waste food when so many children overseas are starving." She was seeing red now. She picked up a piece of pie from a friends tray and threw it at me. I ducked and it hit one of the teachers standing in back right in the face. There was a gasp from the group. I just motioned like I was marking a scorecard with 2 points and just walked out. I skipped lunch this day. Next class I got more smiles including one from the teacher. After that class Moesha's boyfriend met me in the hall. He grabbed my arm. "I don't like you calling me a pig." "I did no such thing, I implied she treats you like a pig. Frankly I'm surprised you'd go with a girl who treats people the way she does." I said. "You know, I never noticed you before, but I like your style." He said. "Why thank you Carl." I said and headed for my last class. That was a non-event, I finished the day and met my brother and we headed home. In the car he said. "You sure got a lot of attention today. The whole school is buzzing, even the seniors have noticed. You sure did knock Moesha down a few notches." "And what else did you hear?" I said. "There was not a word against me and darn little against you. I think you just made things a whole lot more interesting. Oh, Moesha got 5 hours of detention for throwing that pie. You earned a whole lot of respect today. The whole school will be watching." He said. At home we hit the surf again for a couple of hours. At supper Dad told me he had gotten a number of calls from the school about the goings on that day. After we ate I had to give him the full play by play of everything. To say he was amused was putting it mildly. It was Friday so we'd have the weekend for things to settle. I went to my room and a little while later I heard the phone ring. Mom called, "Debbie, phone." I went to the phone and picked it up. "Debbie, Carl, I just had this huge blowup with Moesha, she's real pissed with you." He said. "That ain't my problem." I said. "It is if she goes out and gets herself hurt or killed trying to out do you." He said. "Explain?" I said. "She wants to prove she is better than you, now don't get me wrong, lots of girls surf in Hawaii, but she isn't going to settle for regular surfing. She is going up to the Bay tomorrow." He said. "Are you going to the Bay with her." I asked. "Hell no, I don't want to be there if she gets hurt." He said. "Carl, you need to be there especially if she does get hurt. I will be there." I said. "You wouldn't make her have an accident?" he asked. "Carl, In case no one ever told you my surfing policy it is real simple. Safety first. At the Bay especially. Ask anyone, I have and will continue to place safety first. I have thrown away my runs in competition to save someone's life. If Moesha gets in trouble, I will be there for her." I said "Are you sure." He asked. "Carl, I have no axe to grind with Moesha. She has been attacking me. Anyway if you want to know how I treat my enemies in surfing, call Mitch. He will tell you quite honestly but he will tell you what I have done to save others. I play it straight with everyone." I said. "If I come I will look for you." he said. He hung up and I headed back to my room. I had not reached the room when the phone rang again. Mother said. "Debbie, for you again." I picked it up. "Hello" "Debbie, you bitch, you want me to prove I am better than you, meet me at the Bay tomorrow if you got the guts." She said. "Moesha, I will be at the Bay tomorrow whether or not you come or not. I need to practice. I will need to say a few words to you there. Do not go in till I get there." I said. "I don't need you bossing me around." She said. I lowered my voice. "Moesha, I am dead serious on this. The Bay is dangerous, and no one including Mitch or myself surfs there alone. You don't go in the water without a buddy. Mitch and I are bitter enemies but at the bay we are often buddies, why? Because if either of us gets into trouble the best person likely to be able to help is the other. At the Bay we are fiercest competitors but the best of buddies. You cannot surf the bay without putting safety first. If you doubt me call Mitch." She gives me a "Yeah, Right." and hangs up. I just put the phone down and it rings again. I pick it up. "Hello." "Debbie, Mitch, what the hell is going on, I've been on the phone all night with girls and others from your high school. Who is this Moesha and what is she trying to prove." He says. "I'll be at the bay tomorrow. We can talk then. You are not done with the phone yet. I expect Moesha to call you. Just tell her the truth." I said. "Good, I'll see you then." He said and hung up. I went back to the bedroom and did not get another call that night. I rested well and got extra sleep that night. I didn't know how important that would be the next day. We ate a good breakfast and loaded 2 big boards and the video stuff and headed for the Bay. We arrived and checked the surf forecast. It would be a big day. We beat most this day. I sat studying the waves. I felt a tinge of fear. I was bought back to reality by a voice. "No daydreaming here. If you ain't ready go back home." "Mitch. Oh, I'm ready if anyone is ever ready for this place." I said. "You riding today?" he asked. "Hang ten dude!" I replied. He grabbed his board and I grabbed mine and we headed out. Once outside and alone he said. "You riding today." "Hang ten dude." I said. "You sure got things stirred up real quick." He said. "You know how good I am at influencing friends and making enemies." I said. "I don't need a report, half of my calls were reports last night. You are sure getting things polarized in a hurry. I just needed to verify contact with you. This could be a messy day. Moesha will not be the only beginner, and I know there will be problems." He said. "I will be on my toes, I know the danger and I am ready. What you saw on shore was a tinge of fear. If you don't feel a little fear when you come here you ain't human." I said. "No need to get derogatory." He said. I laughed. "In your case, you are a fool." I said. "I'm glad to see you have a sense of humor, the original was often a bitch. This is a distinct improvement." He said. I lifted my arm and gave it a sniff. "I didn't know I had BO, maybe I can fit in with the guys after all." He laughed. "I guess I'll need to sharpen my wit if I need to deflect your barbs. I could really learn to enjoy this." "If we are done out here, we better go in, we have a bunch of newbies to show the ropes to." I said. "Yes, we better." He said. He let me take the first run. For the first try on a big board at the Bay it was not bad. It would not win a prize but at least I didn't wipe out. I watched him and he didn't really do much better. We got back in and stood out boards in the sand. We waited for everyone he expected then we gathered them together in one group. "Okay most of you have never surfed here before and is why we are having this meeting. Debbie and I are the veterans here and what I have to say could save your life. Do not argue with us about any of this, just absorb this and accept it. If you ignore it you could end up badly bent or dead. If you want to surf here you must have an attitude adjustment. That hate of someone, or want to do someone harm is to be left on the beach. When you enter the water here we all protect each other. You come here to do one thing and that is to surf and not get hurt. We put our personal feelings aside. We are all best friends here. If you cannot do this you best stay on the beach. I hate Debbie's guts but here I am her best friend. She put her hate aside last season and gave up a competition run to save my life. I was knocked out by my board when I went over the falls. She got to me when no one really saw what happened. I was still out cold when she got me to the beach." He paused. "That means if she did not rescue me I'd be dead. I owe her at least my life. Now you need to pick a buddy for the day. It means a person you will look out for. It means when you make a run he watches you, and he makes a run you watch him. That does not mean others will not watch. Anyone outside should keep an eye on every surfer making a run. If you are inside or paddling out, ditto. If you see something happen to someone, don't think that it is someone else's job, You try to help. If someone gets there first great you can back off. If you wipe out here more than any place else, get away from your board. On a big day your board could cut you in half. I have seen a friend die that way. Surfing here is real serious business. Do not take it lightly." He said. We had them make out a buddy list and gave it to the ambulance people. We started by taking them all out. Early on Mitch and I took turns making runs. We tried to keep it so one of us was outside all the time. Things were getting real big. Three of Moesha's friends were the first victims. One held on to her board and went over the falls with it. I got to her first. It was not good to look at. She had a broken arm. I got her into the shallows on my board. The medical folks took her. I headed back our only to see Mitch going after one of the other girls. She got a couple of cracked ribs for her trouble. The third was a half hour later with a bad wipeout. She jumped from her board but went the wrong way. She got hit with her board and knocked cold. The medics thought concussion but the hospital said fractured skull. After that all the rest of the newbies quit. Only Moesha remained. I let Mitch make runs while I was keeping and eye on her. At last Moesha began what was to be the scariest run of the day. I followed her having a bad feeling. I saw her wipeout and go over the falls headfirst. I saw her go down and saw her board go right after her. She did not come up. Her board did in two pieces. I jumped from my board and found her easily enough. She hit the bottom so hard she was partially buried; her head and shoulders were covered in the sand. I got a grip on her middle and pulled. It took three pulls to get her loose. I swallowed a bunch of water too. I got to the shallows with her. I let her body float as best I could. The medics came in and I said. "You want a flat board she could have a damaged back. She hit bad." I said. They got the backboard and quickly headed for the hospital with her. Mitch was making his last run as I gathered up my board. As he came in he saw my grave expression. He said. "How bad." "I'd rather not give you my thoughts, let's just say it don't look good." I said. "I want to know." he said. "She hit the bottom head first, and got hit with her board. The board came up in two pieces. Her head and shoulders were buried in the sand. I had to pull her out. I'd think broken neck at minimum." I said. "We better go to the hospital then, Tell your brother I'll bring you home, Let him take your boards and Moesha's." I said. I went and told my brother. I went with Mitch and we headed directly for the hospital. We checked with the emergency room and found she was in surgery. Her folks were in the waiting area. Her Dad saw me and said. "You are the cause of this you little bitch." Mitch motioned for me to play it cool. He said. "I don't know what your problem is Pops, but Debbie saved Moesha's life. We are here because what happened is very serious. Debbie rescued three of the girls today and I rescued one." Before her Dad could say anything Carl walked in. He looked at me. "How bad." He said. "Haven't told us yet. She really got bent, hit the bottom head first, got hit with her board. The board came up in two pieces, she didn't come up. When I got to her, her head and shoulders were buried and stuck in the sand at the bottom