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Soul Mates 8-9: Just Remember Who This Body Belongs To! By Ron Dow75 8: Not Even a Pinocchio She had the perfect girl-next-door body, well proportioned, 5 feet 5, 34C-23-33, and her face was very pretty without being dramatically beautiful, hair dark brown, eyes light brown. And that body was being held by the strong but gentle hands of one of the handsomest boys around. There, out where everybody driving into the Wellington High parking lot could see. The problem was Nicole Getty wasn't in her body. Taylor Estes was. Until yesterday, Taylor had been a boy himself. Her ghost form still saw that boy's ghost form in a polo shirt and jeans surrounding her physical body in her pinstriped shirt and slacks with sparkle stripes. And, while his body may not have been as handsome or fit as Martin Wright's... (Sigh!) Still! She was Taylor's wife: His sister had made it official. Kaylynne Estes could see the bonds that tied people together, even touch them. It was Taylor's stubborn refusal to accept their special relation-Their destiny!-that had Taylor-in-Nicole's-body bump up against the handsome guy in roller shoes. Kaylynne said, "Uh, oh... I see something." She was in black, even her leggings, except for her purple-with-black- squiggles blouse. [A teen that drove one of the entering cars also had some remarks to call out as he passed them.] Holding the girl's shoulders more firmly that he needed - that he had intended- to maintain his balance on his roller shoes, Martin Wright's rich voice said, "Whoa! Steady, if you please." He, too, wore a tan polo shirt and jeans. In the past minute, Taylor-N had gone from Nicole (denial to revelation to refusal) to the bulk (surprise to assessment to realization). If a guy was in any sort of crises over his masculinity, this was not the kind of guy he'd want to meet, let alone be under his grip. Taylor-the- ghost shrank down to the size of hEr Nicole-body. And that body wanted to...yield. But hE was a- Martin had shifted his weight onto the shoes' pads, so he could stand on his own. Still he held hEr. "We haven't met, yet, have we?" Nicole-g, approaching, said, 'No, we haven't.' She was in her basic blue dress with the wide white lapels. Martin didn't hear her. He spoke to Taylor-N, "My name is Martin Wright. And yours?" Remembering she couldn't be heard in her ghost-form, Nicole-g nudged Taylor-N, 'Nicole! My name is Nicole Getty!' The warming Taylor-N stumbled on the words; his ghost-self did not want to talk to this masculinity-killer, "Ni, Nicole." She had been the girl hE had wanted to impress. And now... "Her name is Nicole...Getty." hE sounded as if hE was introducing her (who was hImself!) to another, better man. Martin smiled at this girl having trouble dealing with him. "When I take my hands off, are you going to leave me?" [Two girls being dropped off said they wanted hEr to leave him with them.] Taylor-N said, "I was leaving before I ran into you." How could he feel this way! Down, there, in a pussy! "I, I need to be leaving." Nicole-g begged, 'Don't go!' Taylor-N said to her, "I don't see why I should stay, here, with," he thought to shift hEr gaze from the invisible to Martin, "you!" (Behind Nicole-g were those two girls, still watching as they walked away.) Kaylynne stepped forward, "I know why." Martin finally looked away from the eyes of Taylor-N. "Is this your girl friend?" Remembering her, Taylor-N became even more humiliated. Could she see how hEr condition? "My sister." Kaylynne corrected hEr, "Sister-in-law, actually." (Nicole liked that idea.) Martin gripped Taylor-N hard, "You're not married, are you!?!" (Her emotions zagged. Nicole blurted out, 'No!') [That kind of talk caught the ear of two couples.] If there was a time to acknowledge the bond that existed between Taylor and Nicole, this was it! This would claim Nicole back from this man who made him feel like a dwarf! hE would win over Prince Charming: Nicole would be his! And hE would be hers forever: The girl who had made hIm a girl! Who might keep him a girl! Damn hEr warm, tingling, wet hole! Kaylynne said, "It's a prearranged marriage. It has to do with red strings." She was looking at the air next to Taylor-N. "How much do you know about Japanese culture?" (Nicole said, back to trying to remembering that she was a wife, 'That's right. Traditional societies have pre-) Martin's grip eased. He said with relief, "Then there's been no wedding?" (Nicole realized, '-Or a marriage certificate!') Kaylynne said, reaching out to lightly touch something, "Not until the groom gets back." Taylor-N thought, =Back!!? My body is dead! Oh, no!! Without a real guy's body, I can't-" Kaylynne stroked. hEr heat finally overcame hIs coolness. Taylor's female body-but definitely not his male form- nearly had an orgasm. Knees weakened, shE fell against the guy for support. And he gave it to hEr. Nicole cried, 'Taylor!' [The gossiping by the couples changed the topic to what kind of girl shE was.] Kaylynne withdrew her hand from the string only she saw. Her fingers writhed as she said, "It's as good as touching another girl's...." She looked away from her hand to the others. And stopped herself from completing the sentence. But Nicole-g was staring at the Adonis holding her husband- in her body!! And Taylor-N was staring past a pectoral and biceps, longing for that release -Because, right now, shE felt enough desire to neutralize hIs wish not to be in the arms of another guy!! It was Martin that separated first, by stepping his right side away from the girl's body. Reflexively, the unsteady Taylor-N's hand went up. The boy wrapped his left arm around her right arm, and took hEr hand in his larger one. "Since the, uh, fianc? is not here, may I escort you to your first class?" That did it! Nicole declared, 'You're the fianc?! Try to remember that!' And she shoved Taylor's ghost hard! Kaylynne cried, "Don't!!" Taylor need to be a guy resurfaced. It helped pry hEr arm from Martin's, and hIs form from Nicole's body. The snag, the last part to let hIm break free, was the insistent crotch! Taylor-ghost was out, and staggering. The only heat now was that preparing his ghost muscles to do...something! Fight or flight. But first... [The guys of the couples thought shE was a tease.] Kaylynne held her breath. Martin was no longer so cool. Scared, he apologized, "I was too bold! I, I will not let that happen again. Your own pace: I promise!!" [The girls of the couples thought shE was something else.] Now that Nicole was back in her physical body, her sexual responses had increased in quantum measure over what she could feel in a ghost form: A surge. But it was nowhere near as intense as Taylor had felt. This was, after all, the body she grew up with. The body of the opposite sex did not envelop her. Her female psychology was different from a guy's and hers knew how to keep her ardor under control. And still not lose it, of course. She saw Taylor-g bent over. hE was saying, 'I wonder if ghosts can puke.' Some husband. She also glanced at Kaylynne (who was shaking her head at her, no), remembering the red string that Taylor had just seconds ago had yelled he wanted to be rid of. She turned her quite pretty face back to the handsome one. "This is my pace," and wrapped her arm around his muscular one. Martin felt his own surge. [The couples moved on, convinced shE'd was playing with the dope.] Kaylynne told her, now that she saw, too late, that what she thought was happening was just what had happened, "You've just tangled your and Taylor's string with this guy's even more!" Nicole smiled, and said, starting the escort service to the double side door of the school Annex. "Good. A girl deserves a triangle before she settles down." Kaylynne said, "But I think you're at the wrong end." Nicole was incapable of knowing what the girl was talking about, "I know. Taylor and I are meant to be together. Still, I've never been on a real date before. I want a memory. I don't have enough of my own." Martin smiled for her as they walked with her across the parking lot, "You've never dated? Neither have I. Would you care make a special memory together?" Nicole said, "Oh, that would be nice." Why couldn't Taylor act like this? = = = Kaylynne let them leave. "Oh, well. I don't think anything will happen." And she turned to look at Taylor. "And it's sure to get untangled when you get back into your own body." She did not know hE had died. Her impish smile returned, "Won't that be fun, big brother?" Taylor-g, able to stand up at last, barked, 'What does that mean?' He was still conflicted over what to do next. Kaylynne pushed her head and astigmatic eyes closer to hIm. "Aren't you wearing the same thing as," and she put her hands together and said in the manner and tone of a moony middle higher, "Martin...!" Taylor-g told her, harshly, 'It wasn't my idea! It was....' Nicole's! A guy grunted, "Spirits wear clothes?" The wiry guy with reddened skin who said that was in sandals, simple leather pants and a sleeveless white shirt so thin the abstract-looking tattoos that went up his neck could still be seen. Large carved earplugs stretched the lobes in his ears. He had a large ivory needle entered and left his nostrils; three matching studs pierced below his lower lip, and, by the clacking, also pierced tongue. His brown hair was grayed up with something, and was in a bowl of short dreadnaughts over his shaved sides. He shouldered not a backpack but a long quiver. A girl was with him. With her siren's voice she said, "It is not a spirit, Ab, it is her brother." She had on strange boots. They raised her up like heels, but instead of a tip it continued back to sole, creating a large hole in each. Her long, dark purple dress would have been very tight, if it were not for the long slit that ran up the left side past her knee. Both sides had small black hooks and aglets to open and close slits that went up to her waist. Around her waist she had black leather utility belt. Her deep v- neckline covered her cleavage with a black wed-like gauze. Her very black hair was long and straight and was in the style that made it seem like she didn't wash her hair. Maybe she didn't. She had very dramatic makeup: Very pale skin with sunken cheeks, and very thick mascara, violet eye shadow that only covered the sides as it faded towards the arched, black eyebrows, and blood red lipstick. Plus it looked as if she filed her fangs. The other guy with him said somberly, "And of course a ghost would wear clothes. The dead in the graveyards are buried in mourning clothes." This one was dressed like an old-fashioned undertaker, with the black-with-gray-stripes pants, long black coat that showed the top a gray vest and white shirt. He even had a tall hat. And like the stereotype, and with the help of dirt, he had the face of someone who hadn't eaten a decent meal in years. And his hair was long, blond and stringy. And he had stubble on his face. He carried a soft, black leather bag that was closed by two straps and gold buckles. The neo-primitive, said in his caveman grammar, "Ab want believe in spirit. No want ghost." Kaylynne knew who these freaks were. (Anybody who'd spent any time at the school knew.) "I told you, I don't want to have anything to do with the Denmarch. Especially now that I have a chance to get a new rep from Anybody." Ab waved his air spear, "Anybody nobody!" Cassandra, the vamp, said, "It is so much cooler to be undead." Mort, the undertaker, said, "Even cooler if kept in the morgue." Kaylynne told them, "That's exactly why I don't want you bugging me! If you want somebody with "occult powers", put the whammy on my brother Jayson." Cassandra's teeth were bared by a grimace, "There is no way to make a (ugh!) tooner macabre." Mort said, "He doesn't even use shadows." Kaylynne said, "Then take Taylor. The pervert's going to hell, anyway." Mort asked, "That is the brother that's dead?" Cassandra became interested, "Mmmm, yes, that is what we want, to talk to the dead." Ab asked, "How you do?" Kaylynne said, "Talking to him is easy. It's hearing-" Taylor-g had made good his escape. HE was already across the street and headed around the corner. "Oh, no you don't!" she declared, and yanked one of his strings. = = = "The Last Nonfranchised Drive-in" was now between Taylor-g and the Kaylynne, but nothing physical could get in the way of hIs connection to Nicole, and now Martin. When it was pulled, hIs heart could no longer think of himself. It was about her. -Her and Martin! hE was jealous! HE found his lost manhood. =He's with her right now! He's charming his way into her pants-And I know how hot and wet those are!= hE bellowed, 'The slut!!' = = = Nicole and Martin were standing in an alcove beside the stairs that lead up to the main floor. She had unzipped her white-with-a-rainbow-up-the-front-and-down-the-sleeves coat, and was standing listening with holding her hands down in front of herself; he was two feet away, leaning a triceps against the "Custodian Only" door. He said, "You're new to town? Well, I've only been here about a year, myself. My folks sent my sister and I to live with my Gran, my grandmother. They're missionaries. She likes to remind people she's from the Old Money of the town, though there aren't many left. I haven't made many friends..." His smile broadened, "Until, perhaps, now." Nicole found Martin Wright every bit as charming as he was handsome. That was the only guile she saw. He seemed desperate to win her. She could believe he had not dated, or had many friends. She knew she was na?ve, because she had not experienced as many things as others her age. She had had a way of being possessed by other people's personalities. Her personal memories of those spells were vague, almost as if she had just been looking at TV programs somebody else had turned on. But she thought she had seen enough through other people's eyes to know when somebody was hiding something. Martin had what he thought was a terrible secret. But he was trying to trust her. 'A real guy doesn't let another guy take his girl! If I run, I might as well roll over and die!' Giving himself a pep talk, Taylor-g had come bursting through the shut double doors. hE was running for the open doors of the cafeteria before hE caught them in the shadows by the stairs. Pivoting and pointing at her, hE told Nicole, 'That's the kind of guy you like, right!? That's why you put me in his clothes! Well, I can put on more than just his clothes!' Nicole cried, "Leave Martin alone!" Entering from outside, Debbi told Nicole, "I will not!" Taylor went crashing into the brown-eyed brunette in the red mules, short orange skirt, bare midriff, white-red-and- black vertically stripped crop top that emphasized her D cups, yellow nylon jacket. Her hair was carefully styled to look "just slept in", and she had the too classic daytime makeup, basic red lips and cheeks, and a little mascara. hE bounced off of her. She showed no reactions at all. Glaring, Debbi walked towards Nicole, saying, "If I could've found a closer parking space, I would have been here sooner!" Stopping and putting her fists on her hips, she said in a challenging tone, "I hope I didn't miss anything!?" (In the narrow alcove, there was really no room for Taylor- g to take another running start at Martin, now that that girl was in the way.) Nicole half raised a palm, and pushed her head back from the threatening girl, "Martin, I can see why you don't have many friends." Debbi told her, "Oh, that's so funny! Well, I've been dating Martin for over a year, now!" (Martin had moved to try to get between the girls. Taylor-g was lashing out as best hE could between them, hitting Martin with his fists. 'Let me in!') Martin told Nicole, "No, Nicole! Debbi just thinks we date!" Debbi told Nicole, "And so does the whole school! I have a lot of community. If you want to get along in this town, you'd better observe the rules!" (Taylor moved around Debbi, and started ramming Martin, backing up, and ramming him again.) Nicole said, "I didn't break any rules! I was just talking to Martin." Debbi said, " 'Martin', is it? For somebody you just met, you got to know him fast enough!" Martin said, "Debbi! Just because your dad is the Council Chairman, doesn't mean you can get who you want!" (Taylor-g was getting totally frustrated. And it wasn't helped by the addition of who entered to witness the little scene.) Ab said, "Ugh! This big astral disturbance?" Kaylynne sniffed, "This is why I'm not interested in using my "mystical" power. It's not arcane enough." Cassandra said about Martin, "There's a guy I wouldn't mind biting. He could stand to be a little more emaciated." While Mort crossed himself, "He is doomed." (Glaring at his sister, Taylor-g turned around, and stormed through a wall and out of sight.) Before Taylor had come and sealed away most of her empathy curse, Nicole could be pushed and pulled by the emotions of those around her. Crowds were the worst. The more intense they were, the more she could be buffeted. Her agoraphobia was triggered. Debbi thought she had cowed her rival. "All right, Martin. If this, girl, wants you. All she has to do is say it." Martin saw Nicole's reaction. He sought to give her room, "Debbi, I'm saying it. If Nicole will have me, I will be hers. I've already asked her to the dance." A hand on her shoulder, urging her away, Debbi cried, "But that was going to be our dance! I'm head of the preparations committee!" Taylor-g came running back full speed through the wall hE'd left! Martin had moved. hE ran into Nicole, ramming her out. Her ghost form fell behind the wall under the stairs. 9: Whose Delusion is It Anyway? Reality hit Taylor-N. hE was in the smaller, frailer body of a girl, hIs jealous and re-masculating anger fighting her phobia's fear and her pussy's urge. HIs sister, Kaylynne, muttered to herself, "He couldn't stay away from her. Pervert." She turned to the costumed Denmarch that'd followed her into the Annex section of the school, "Come on, I'll see if I can find you something more interesting." Martin was still talking to Debbi, "I'm sure you're doing a fine job with the dance. I will save a dance for you. But, as I've said before, I will be the one to ask. And I asked Nicole." Martin felt suddenly more uncomfortable in his clothes. It must be from having to hurt Debbi. Apart from Taylor's emotions there were the sensations he had to sort through each time he took on a body. Among the more disturbing ones was that, since this morning, his ghost skin (the part next to astral clothes Nicole borrowed from Martin) felt better where Nicole's began. When hE tried to ignore that soft, smooth-heated-layer, hE felt guy skin. And that gave him the creeps, though mainly over that part of 'sticking out from' Nicole's. The first warning bell of the school day rang. Debbi put on her "brave" smile for Martin. "Okay, Martin." She broke away and headed for the stairs. "I will wait for you to ask me." She paused long enough look back at him, "But remember, you did ask me to dance!" She could not resist looking down on the top of Nicole's head with an evil eye. Martin let a sigh of relief before returning to Nicole's body. He smiled for her, "If it's not too far out of my way, may I escort you to your class?" When he took her arm, it caused Taylor-N to snap: "No!! Don't touch me-Ever!! It drives me crazy!!" Trembling, the little shE pushed the big him aside, and hurried for the stairs. Martin stood there stricken, hearing the first and only girl he'd ever really been interested in muttering, "Coward...Should've belted him. So he's bigger, heavier, got more muscles, has the reach advantage..." = = = Coming out from under, then up the stairs, Nicole-ghost followed Taylor-N, 'You go back there and apologize to Martin!' Still muttering, but this time so that people wouldn't hear what shE was saying, Taylor-N said, "Apologize!? So you can go on that date!? No way!" ShE could feel the her dampness. Nicole-g told him, 'Then I'll take my body back and do it for you!' Taylor-N hugged it (it did help control those annoying jiggily boobs) and told her, "No way am I going to let you! I'm keeping it until you can see what a phony he is!' He was now up in the hallway. Nicole-g said, 'Martin is not a phony!' Taylor-N said, "That guy's got to be: Nobody's that perfect! There's got to be something wrong with him!" Nicole-g could almost, but only almost, smile, 'Taylor, you're jealous!' hEr fists shot away from hEr body. Taylor-N said louder, "Jealous!? Ha! What do I have to be jealous about!?! The string proves you already belong to me." Nicole-g cried, 'Belong!?!!' Taylor-N said, "Body and soul. Especially body! Without your body, you're nothing, and I already have that. Possession is 9/10ths of the law." A male teacher entering a classroom said, "Getty, is there a reason for missing first period?" The black man was a long, lean made all the more so by the unruly black shock of hair. He seemed to be permanently stooped over in a question mark. He wore a new white shirt, white jeans, and multi-colored sneakers. Taylor-N stopped and turned around to look at the teacher shE didn't recognize. Ticked, Nicole-g turned her back to hEr, 'You want my body!? You can have it!' Taylor-N called, "Your mom said you have to go to classes!" Lifting her hand (ciao), she said over her shoulder, 'I am. Martin's.' Taylor-N seethed as the teacher, assuming his student had been addressing another in the crowded hall, directed hEr into hEr first period as a girl. = = = It was obvious from the start this wasn't the usual classroom. The students stood or sat on stool with their backs to the front door. There were two rows of long tables with colored drawers, on top of which were drafting table surfaces up at different angles, and art supplies between them. There were storage places for other art materials around the rows. There was even clay and a turning wheel in a corner. Oh, great! This was just what Taylor-N needed. And it got worse: ShE recognized somebody! What was he doing here!!? If this was his homeroom, then- Nicole was a grade below him!! hE had thought she was hIs age! He was a senior, but she was a junior! That meant shE could be constantly running into...his sister and (groan!) brother. Jayson Estes was talking with one of his friends (Jared Greene, somebody else Traylor wasn't wild about). Dark brown hair Jayson had green eyes that stood out from his natural tan complexion. He liked clothes with a lot of pockets. He was wearing an open red sweater with two large pockets around the stomach with a white "C" over a breast pocket, a white-black-and red plaid cotton shirt, dark gray cargo pants, and his usual goofy expression. (Blond Jared wore the same kind of clothes, and a goofy look, as well. It wasn't just because of their names that they were often called "J & J".) As the teacher (Mr. Monetta) went to get his smock from his personal cabinet, Taylor-N was left to stand, there near the door with hEr hands shoved in Nicole's coat pockets, not knowing what to do. The longer shE stood there, the more people took glances at hEr. ShE felt like a guy in a push-up bra and panties. Then his brother noticed hEr. It was enough to overpower the sensations that made hEr most aware of Nicole's body. Taylor's form did not seem so much of a ghost. And hE was wearing a push- hEr objectified humiliation was put aside by a girl saying, "Ni,cole! We have a project to work on!" She was standing at a drafting board one row over and down from Jayson's. Margaret of "Dennis the Menace", that was Taylor-N's first impression. The thin girl had long curly red hair, two front locks done in thin braids, large, round glasses, freckles, and braces. She had on some light, thin and shiny purple jacket over a solid white blouse that had lace over it, and a black skirt that was tight down most of her hip but flared out in plaits. She wore black pantyhose with maryjanes. Taylor-N at least had some place to go. ShE hurried quickly past Jayson. He was staring at hEr boobs. Damn push-up! ShE heard Jayson comment to Jared, "Her clothes say, 'Don't touch'...." Jared completed it with, "But her boobs say, 'Here'!" Taylor-N thought, =Kaylynne was right. Jayson is a jerk.= He zipped up the Nicole's nylon coat up. At least hEr pussy had definitely stopped juicing. The sixteen-year-old Margaret-type announced to Taylor-N as shE joined her in front of the drafting boards, "I've come up with the perfect compromise: A collage!" Taylor-N stared at her blankly. (She wasn't homely, but, then, she wasn't really pretty, either. But shE could see, now, that while she was thin, she had, to Taylor-N, what was a mostly pleasant bit of extra-pounds. hE hated anorexic model-types.) The carrot-top explained, "Our contest entry can be half my artwork, and half of something you glue to it." Taylor-N just nodded. The girl said, "Goody," opening up the art pad on her drafting board. "These are some of my ideas..." Her sketches with watercolor streaks were mostly of a nearly realistic Doberman wearing various bows in a garden with a fairy tale cottage, sometimes sniffing at smaller, more fanciful creatures. She also had what looked like collector dolls in period costumes. And she had managed to make a "fairy unicorn" out of the name she signed her work with, "Mary Jane". Except for the dog, which still managed to look pretty vicious, Taylor-N found it all together entirely too cute. Just when Taylor-N thought hEr eyes might get stuck in their "glazed icing" look, Mary Jane took a break from her exhibition to say, "Here, I even brought some doo-daddies you can glue on!" That was what was in the gold-and-purple "Marcus-Schwartz" paper bag on the tabletop between them. When Taylor-N hesitated to touch it, Mary Jane picked it up to let some of the contents spill out. It was as bad as shE'd feared. Bows, laces, buttons, pieces of shiny cloth, and broken jewelry, both metal and stone, hair clips, etc. While Taylor-N was suffering through Mary Jane's feminine art attack, Taylor-N's wondering mind went to hEr butt. ShE'd wanted something else to think about, but why hEr buttocks? They felt like they'd gotten more circular, like a pair of kick balls. When Taylor-N stole hEr hand around to it-How come it felt like shE wasn't wearing any pants-or panties!?! Then shE noticed the snickering and whispering. "The perfect ass," Jared complemented Jayson. Jayson whispered back, "I'm just drawing what I see." Jared whispered, "Now draw her boobs." Jayson reminded him, "She has her back to us." Jared said in almost a whisper, "That doesn't matter. Draw them like you can see through them through her back." Jayson agreed, "Only make them larger?" Taylor-N wanted to screamed, =Damn, freaking damn Jayson's power!!= Taylor had been having delusions. But at least they'd all seemed to come from hIs own sick thoughts. Once hIs fevered mind got put on other things, everything reverted back to the reality hE was stuck in. But if hIs creep little brother's sick thoughts could- Taylor-N found hEr boobs getting bigger and rounder. ShE wasn't going to let hErself be a nude study for hEr brother!! hEr??! This was Nicole's body! Martin was driving hEr crazy enough! The thought of Jayson messing with Nicole was enough to... Taylor-N rushed out of her row, "Jayson!! You stop taking Nicole's clothes off!!" That was enough to draw everybody else's attention as well. Jayson's first words were, "What happened to your voice??" Jared strained his ears, "There's something different about her voice?" Rushing into his row, Taylor-N told him, "Never mind my voice, or any other part of me! You keep your eye-hand coordination off of this body!!" Mr. Monetta had been wandering the rows, giving individual help; now he was heading to the disturbance, "What's the matter, Getty?" Taylor-N ripped the page from the art pad propped up on the drafting board in front of Jayson. "This is what's the matter!!" The paper had fine lines of a long, axis line with eight dashes through it. A triangle pointed up to 1, where a narrower one pointed to where the 1st began, 4. An upside down 'U' made a rib cage, a curved 'M' made a pelvis. Four circles made the offending parts, their arcs darkened where their shadows would be, which were further deepened by bisecting arcs. There were the barest suggestions of arms and legs, none of a head. The teacher looked at the paper held up for him. "It's a rough sketch of a woman." Taylor-N told him, "That woman is this body! Me!" The teacher went from looking at the sketch to... Taylor-N said, "Never mind checking!! It's me! I heard them say it was! Mr. Monetta said, "So? There's nothing there that can be censored, other than, perhaps, the ars-crack. And the drawing does have you looking better than real life. Most girls would be flattered." [There was commentary from the girls in the class over that remark.] Jayson said, "I gave the girl the proportions of that comic books give heroines." (Taylor-N saw now shE'd been more Taylor-g's size.) "I usually draw in a more cartoon style." He still refused to acknowledge that it was Nicole he'd drawn. Jared 'defended' his best friend to the girl, "But he still likes to make girls look good." Frustrated, Taylor-N sought a way to win the argument, "Nothing that can be censored?! I'm naked here!" [Necks lifted and craned to get a peek at what was on the page.] Tired, the teacher merely looked at Jayson to provide him an answer. Jayson did, "All artists start from the inside and work their way out." Jared added, "An artist is like a microwave." Rather insincerely Jayson said, "You can't put clothes on somebody until you have a body to put clothes on." Mr. Monetta said, "See?" Then, "Look there. The girl has the basic skeleton shapes under the, uh, body's surface." Taylor-N felt ill. Had shE been a skeleton while Mary Jane was suffocating hEr? Which was worse, Mary Jane's yellow cotton candyland, or the Denmarch's graveyard set? (Act V, Scene 1, to be exact.) The so-called crisis over with as far as the teacher was concerned he went to circulate again, reminding everybody, "We have to raise money to help fund this class. Let's not give the moral terrorists any more reasons to get rid of us. That means you will keep blatantly offensive works out of the school." The class made the noises that said they'd heard him. Mr. Monetta, though, stopped to point a finger specifically at J & J, "That means pornography." J & J said, "Yes, Mr. Monetta." Too damned choirboys by far. Raging, Taylor-N crumpled the picture in hEr hands. Jayson said, "Hey! That's mine." Jared assured him, "Hey, no problem. You can always make more." Keeping the wadded up paper, Taylor-N went after the teacher, "I want to transfer out of here!" Going back to the student he'd come from, Mr. Monetta said, "It's too late in the semester. Being a new student, you were lucky to get this for your homeroom." Mary Jane said from across her station, "You could have ended up in shop." She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Yes! Shop! That sounded a hell of a lot studlier than art! Taylor-N said, "I'll take shop! Any: Wood, metal, even plastic! How about auto shop!?!" The teacher told her, "Budget problems. The only possible other homeroom would be Domestic Sciences." The currently obsessed Taylor-N paled at the thought of, "Domestic...? As in learning how to be a woman?" Mr. Monetta informed hEr, "There are many boys who take domestic sciences." Mary Jane said, "But most of them are girls." One large guy said, "Yeah, most of the guys that take it are want to be girls." Jayson said, "That's not true. You take domestic sciences to learn to become a domestic." There was the reason Taylor-N shouldn't hang around in this class. Still, why didn't Nicole go there in the first place? She said she liked to do the traditional girl things, like house chores. Jared said, "I always thought it was to become domesticated. You know, tamed." She didn't go because she already knew what they could teach her. If Taylor-N went, it would only help her to domesticate him into a domestic. This time the delusion was entirely hEr own doing. ShE imagined hErself into a French poodle maid's outfit (black heels and fishnet stockings with garter and garter belt, and little satin dress; several short white and frilly petticoats, little frilly apron, and little cap with poodle ears; a poodle tail and a diamond collar)...or was it hImself? Only the thought of Martin being Nicole's, and so hIs, master took the clothes off hEr back. = = = Taylor-N spent rest of the class sitting on hEr stool (rather unladylike), watching Mary Jane transfer her preliminary sketch onto stiff poster board. It was the Doberman in bow for a collar and an apron sitting on its haunches behind a tree stump laid out for a tea being served a Victorian doll with a cracked face. There was something vaguely Alice in Wonderland as directed by Tim Burton about it. And Taylor-N was supposed to be making suggestions about what items from a girl's junk drawer she was going to use to add the "finishing touches". For something that was to be a joint project, Mary Jane had vetoed most of what Taylor-N grumpily suggested. But shE didn't care. When not making warning glances at Jayson, or squirming because shE was thinking about what it felt like to have pantied hips, and pushed-up breasts (etc., etc.), Taylor-N was thinking about Nicole...and Martin. Taylor-N thought about telling the teacher shE had to go to the girls' room (always an unpleasant thought), and going off to find them. Martin had never been in one of his classes. But hIs friend Oren Knotts did. But that was in third period. When everybody was putting things away in their individual drawers in preparation for the bell, and Taylor-N was preparing to sprint for (...What was Nicole's next class!?!), Jayson came over, with Jared in tow, naturally. He said, "Could you talk to me?" That was the last thing Taylor-N wanted. "Why would I?!" Jared had been listening intently. "Nope! Sounds like the same sexy voice." Jayson scratched the back of his head, "Then I'd hate to tell anybody what she sounds like to me." Oh, course! Kaylynne hears Nicole's voice even when Taylor's in Nicole's body. Jayson hears his, Taylor's voice! Good! Maybe he could use that to turn him off. Taylor-N said, "I could, Droopy. Stay away from me, or I'll tell everybody about the family secret." Mary Jane asked, "Secret?" As the bell rang, Jayson said, "It's really not that interesting. Dad won't allow it to be. Most of the weird stuff happens to my brother Taylor. Because he's the first, I guess." As the class was moving out of the room, Taylor emphasized to Jayson, "That's why it's a Family secret." Jayson said, "Yeah, Dad doesn't like us talking about it. It comes from mom's side." Then, "That's who you sound like!" Jared asked, "She sounds like your mom?!" he made it sound like he'd implied something dirty. Jayson said, "No! My dad." Jared laughed, "You're sick. I like that." But as he left, Jayson winked at hEr with a smile. But then he stopped and took something from a breast pocket. "Oh, just out of curiosity...." Taylor-N attacked him before he had a chance to threaten hEr with the eraser. The End of this installment = = = To Margaret fans: My Apology. Taylor is having a rough time adjusting. She need not be as bad as he thinks she is. Only future stories will tell. Whether a ghost 'feels' something as solid or not depends on the ghost. But if he/she wants to push an astral form out of a body, its owner's hold on the body has to be weak enough to allow it to happen. Tease: There's a missing Denmarcher. Act V, Scene 1 is a clue.