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Jeanni Lamphear Will Make Your Wishes Come True 8-9: The Black Cat Gets Out By Ron Dow75 8) So You Didn't Want to be a Star? "Jeanni Lamphear!?!!" two girls screamed in unison. A third girl cried, "What are you doing in My house!?!" Dyan, a cute blonde 15 year old with a nice figure in black tights, short green skirt and blue striped halter top that revealed her bellybutton, did not sound pleased to see the multi-media star. The golden buxom beauty in a plaid shirt and the oversized pants on the flower print sofa was leaning away from the those just inside the duplex's front door, surprised by the surprised teenage girls. They'd even dropped their shopping bags. If anybody was looking in their direction, it was obvious by their free movements that the 18-year-old wasn't wearing a bra. Dyan's mother, a matronly beige blonde in a matronly light blue dress with dark blue buttons, rose from her chair to tell them, "Miss Lamphear came to see the closest thing she has to relatives around here." The tallest of the trio almost took her eyes off the celebrity to ask Dyan, "You're Related to Jeanni Lamphear!?!" Her short green dress (with stripes that went up progressively thinner) was straight below her good-sized breasts. Her short brunette hair, through plenty of spray and teasing, was layered to where the top almost stuck straight out. She wore a shade too much makeup. Dyan's look went from one major nuisance to her mother, "I didn't tell you because this is the first I heard anyone say I was." Mrs. Hopkis said, "You could call Jeanni a second cousin once removed." Dyan said, "And now, we're going to make it twice removed." Jeanni found her sore voice, "Dyan! Give me a chance to tell you what's really happened!" She was now leaning towards them on the sofa. Dyan told her, "I'm not taking any more chances with you." 'Stretch' told her, "Are you crazy!?? You had a fight! You're family: That's what family does! But you don't stay mad at a star!!" Dyan told her, "Just because they are a 'Star', they think they can have whatever they take a fancy to? Well, only an object doesn't have to fancy something back." 'Stretch' finally looked just at her, "Hunh?" The third girl spoke up through her stuffed nose , "A 'love object'!" The freckled-faced brownette with the overbite was a couple of inches shorter than Dyan and very pear- shaped, with hardly a bust but ample hips. Her orange belted yellow shorts were darker than her bright yellow top that she buttoned only down to her boobs. Her fanny pack was on her left hip. 'Stretch' said, like one eating up gossip, "No!?!" Dyan said, "No!" Her mother stepped in, "No. Constance, you know how you're always jumping to conclusions." 'Stretch' had to agree about her friend, "I knew it was too juicy to be believed." Constance Devers through her sinuses said, "I have a nose for news. Where there's smoke there's a barbeque." All through this time she hadn't taken her eyes off of the 18- year-old woman; still staring she challenged her, "What's your condiment?" =Think, think, think!= Jeanni said, "If you're any kind of fans, you ought to know Jeanni Lamphear's bio." Constance recited, "You've 'dated most of the big stars, but only Clint Arbuckle has asked Jeanni to marry him more than once. It's been a stormy on-and-off relationship, with only, it is rumored, a secret lover standing in his way of'--" Jeanni, who ran a web site about her, and knew all of the details, cried, got up on her feet to tell her, "The 'secret lover' is only a secret because he's not a celebrity of any kind!" Constance answered her back, "He'd be a celebrity if he was seen with you. (If 'he' is a he.)" Jeanni cried, "Maybe he doesn't Want to be a celebrity! Like me!" She stepped toward Dyan (who gave her a warning look), "Dyan, you're my only hope of escaping that horrible fate!" Dyan was unmoved, "Me!?? I'm just an ordinary person--Which I won't be if you keep bugging me." Constance said, "You could be "Jeanni Lamphear's Next Secret Lover", details on page 3." Martha Hopkis told her, "Constance! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Need I remind you of Anne Brolin and Jennifer Annon." And she glanced, briefly, at 'Stretch', "And let's not go into Beth Williams." Beth 'Stretch' Williams cried, "Nothing happened! Besides, it was her idea! And nothing like that's going to happen again! I swear!" Constance told her, "Wouldn't you like to be the 'Next Secret Lover'?" And her face looked like she was imagining the consequences, "All those boys, and even men, trying to make 'a real woman' of you..." The adult told her, "Maybe you should talk to Miss Flower about what having that reputation is really like, first." Constance sighed, "I did. For an avowed homosexual, she's not very promiscuous." Beth told her, "And dangerous; she told Constance that she knows the best ways to hurt stupid girls." Jeanni paled, "She does?" Mrs. Hopkis said, "The point is, Jeanni Lamphear is not here to date my daughter. She's trying to escape the life her contract--" (Jeanni's ears picked up under her long golden hair.) "--has locked her into. But since her manager has tracked her down, she's turned to us for help." Dyan told her, "If she's stupid enough to try and hide out at the home of the manager's ex-husband, then she's too stupid to deserve help!" Jeanni yelped, "What are you doing!?!!" She pulled her arm and the rest of her right side away from the littlest female. Constance explained, "I was just seeing if a star felt any different." Beth asked, "Well?" Her friend told her, "Smoooth. And silky, over buff muscles." Beth said, her awe reinvigorated, "Wow.... They're not like us." Jeanni said, "I don't want to be smooth and silky!" Mrs. Hopkis sympathized, "You're past your forgiving teens. I know how hard it is to have to keep on a regime." She said rubbing her forearm; then looking down at the rest of her body, "As you can see, umm, I've tried to be on ones several times." Constance said, "That's what separates the idols from the rest of us. I swear I felt an electricity! Animal magnetism." Beth asked the air, "Do you think if I worked and sacrificed like her, I, too, could have animal electricity?" Constance shook her head wistfully, "No. Look at her. You have to start out with the right equipment." Beth sighed, "Yeah." Jeanni asked Dyan, "How did you get stuck with losers like these for friends?" Mrs. Hopkis told her, "Stuck, she is, now that they know you'll be around Dyan." Dyan protested, "Not if you keep letting her in the door!" Beth said to Constance, "She said we're losers." Constance had the answer, "Big stars are always insulting people. It's a sign of their power." Beth took a half-dreamy, wishful thinking look, "...As in animal...." Mrs. Hopkis said to Jeanni, "See? Insulting them won't get rid of them." Then she said to Dyan, "Like insulting Jeanni won't help." Dyan said, "Mom! Whose side are you on!?!" Martha Hopkis smiled innocently, "Why yours, of course, Dyan." Dyan knew she was up to something. And so did Jeanni. === Jeanni Lamphear had longer arms than Constance Devers, which she used to hold her back by her upper arms. The girl had to be satisfied feeling the muscles of the 18-year-old woman's forearms. Constance said to her, "Do you want to insult us some more? That 'losers' thing was pretty lame. We've been insulted by worse." Beth said, "Speak for yourself." Jeanni said, "I've got to ask Flower how to best hurt stupid girls." Constance grinned with her buckteeth, "Femdom action?" Dyan pulled her off, "Are you auditioning to be one of her people?" Constance turned her grin towards her, "I don't have to be. I'm already one of your people." Dyan said, "I don't want people!" And, to Jeanni, "And I don't want to know people who have people." Beth said, "Oh, come on, Dyan! We're never going to get close to anybody else!" Constance said, "Speak for yourself. I'm a natural born groupie." Dyan said, "That's not what I'd call it." Her mother said, "Now, now, Dyan. You know my dossier on Constance shows she really isn't." To which Constance said, hopefully, "But now my luck is changing. Where there's one gorgeous female star, there's got to be handsome male star. It's a law of nature." Jeanni said, "She's not picky, is she?" She noted that the girl with the limp brown hair wasn't exactly homely, but she wasn't exactly pretty, either. Still, if a girl wanted to-- The girl's hands were moving again. Jeanni raised her own to fend her off. But Constance was just reaching into her hip pack. She pulled out a decongestant spray. Beth explained her friend, "Constance isn't really a lezzie, Miss Jeanni Lamphear. She just has a hard time keeping guys interested in her." And as Beth spoke, Constance took two big snorks of the spray. Mrs. Hopkis stepped forward, her arms aimed in the general area of their shoulders, "Girls, why don't we let Jeanni and Dyan talk." Beth protested, "But we haven't asked Jeanni Lamphear anything a fan is suppose to ask!" Constance, stretching her mouth and nose, said, "And none of the ones we're really interested in. The embarrassing, personal--" Mrs. Hopkis promised, "You can hear all of that from her later." And as they turned to let those arms take them by their shoulders, the adult leaned forward to whisper closer to their ears, "I can let you know when Jeanni's alone here in the house." === While her mother escorted the two out of the front door of the house, Dyan said to Jeanni, "Hurry up, so one of us can join them." Before Jeanni could let down Jean's guard, a question had to be asked, "Your mom keeps dossiers on people?" Impatient, Dyan crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes to the ceiling, tired having to repeat the story to a woman she had little patience for, "I told you she thinks she's a spy. She's an insurance adjuster, but she's finds it more interesting keeping inventory of the people around her." Jean said, "She's already started her files on me." Dyan's eyes snapped back to her, "All the media keep files on you. And, now, I'm going to be in them, too." Jean told her, "I wish I could keep you out of this. But it doesn't look like I'm the one with the wishes. That's why I need your help. You're the only one I can trust. Dyan looked straight on at the taller female, "Oh? Despite my mom?" Jean said, "Okay, there's a reason to be careful: Her... and your father, the bounty hunter. --Look, is this place bugged?" Dyan nodded, "Yes. The only place in the house not bugged is the garage." Jean said, "Then--" Dyan answered, "It's locked." Jean looked around, fumbling for a solution, =Think, think, think!= 'He' then took her by the arm. Dyan cried, "Hey! No touching!" Jean did not let go, "Let's go out into the back." Dyan told her, "She has dishes. She can hear anything it's aimed at, even inside a house." Jean said, "Then lets hope it's not aimed in our direction." === The only fence was the one high, long storm fence with pales that separated the Lipsky Estate from the duplex development that took up the end of the block. Each backyard, though without any fences of their own, were differentiated by different landscape schemes. Dyan's were plants in large terra cotta pots set rectangles of decretive cement squares, all placed symmetrically around and between the matching cement patios of the duplex. On this side, there were adjustable cedar lounge chairs with the arms wide enough to hold a drink or a tray, and the few toys a teenage girl could still enjoy out in the summer weather (a soccer ball, a hula hoop, a mini-trampoline, and a spinning bar). Further away, there was also a large cedar tool shed. Around the corner of the blue-gray shingled building, unseen, was a cedar swinging bench. And on the roof was a short tower with six dishes. Only two of them looked like it could receive or send satellite transmissions. And now Jean knew why. Jean tried to formulate what 'he' was going to say. The movement of 'his' very female hips (and the folds between them) wanted to distract 'him'. Of course there were 'his' breasts. But, as a girl, 'his' center of gravity had shifted the emphasis further down. Besides, Jeanni Lamphear's boobs were unnaturally firm. Like her lips. Dyan's tension in her muscles eased considerably now that they had gone out into the open. "You know Beth and Constance haven't gone away." Jean looked around, "I know," 'he' said in a lowered voice. "They wouldn't be any kind of fan-types, if they did. Look, Dyan, do you believe in magic?" Dyan tore her arm out of the older woman's grasp, "Oh, brother!" Jean protested, "I didn't mean that kind of magic--Real, spell-casting, voodoo hexing, body changing magic!" Dyan said, "Oh, you mean the kind you see on TV." She shook her hand to get the circulation in and the germs off, "No." Jean wanted to tear at that long, perfectly coifed hair (how do people stand the stuff!?) Raising 'his' arms, though, also raised 'his' boobs. "I didn't either. But it happened to me!" Dyan said, still the cynic, "Well, I guess when you're a rich celebrity, you really can get anything." Jean stepped out onto the patio, "I can prove it!" Turning around when 'he' was far enough away for her to have the full view, "Wish I was John Smith." Dyan said, "That's how you hide out, by pretending to be the boy of your manager's ex. I heard the feud hasn't stopped, and he would do things like that if it got to her." Jean said, "Just wish. --And how could Jeanni be on tour, if I'm here!?!" Dyan said, "They're always using doubles in show business." Out of the back door of the next duplex: "Jeanni! Miss Lamphear!" Constance yelled. Beth was close behind, "Should we really talk to her again so soon? You know how stars are and their privacy." Constance assured her, "Celebs have no right to privacy. The Supreme Court said so." Jean ran for the other side of the this duplex, "Just wish! Please! If you have any sympathy for me at all--Make that wish!!" Jean strained to hear Dyan grant his wish. 'He' didn't quiet hear what she did said (Maybe, "Let her hideout as a guy"), but 'he' almost stumbled as he felt his center of gravity raising as his hips were squeezed like modeling clay, his upper body fill out more as he lower became weaker, 'his' dangling breasts shrink until his shrunken nipples were not brushing against the flannel shirt, and, most gratifying, 'his' folds unfolded causing a bulge to develop that brushed against the cotton briefs. === Running across Dyan's yards, Constance said, "Beth! I told you to go around on the other side!" Beth said, "I'm not going to leave you alone with her." Constance said, "What, you think I'm going to attack her?" Beth told her, "Don't you try it before--" They found her around the corner, sitting on the cedar swinging bench. Or, at least, somebody dressed like she was. It was an average looking red head (with no freckles, though, Constance noted) with the sides cut shorter than on top (long enough to comb). And instead of 18, he was 15. She knew his name only because Dyan had said she was interested in the new boy. His name was the unbelievably ordinary "John Smith". Beth went right by him. Constance slowed, pivoting to keep her eye on him. Trying not to look winded, John told her, "She used my closet." Her curiosity satisfied, she went to take the lead back from her tall girl friend. John noted that the bench hung from chains from a frame had a perfect view of both sides of the corner from up on the three-foot high raised terrace. He could just imagine Mrs. Hopkins sitting in it bundled up in cold weather, as a break from merely listening. === When John came back around the corner, he found the woman suggesting, "Why don't you and Jeanni take your private conversation into the cottage?" Cottage? Dyan told her mother, "The only reason you want us to go into the tool shed you've fixed up as a sitting room is because we're in the blind spot of your listening dishes." John thought, =So there is a safe place from her spying,= as he retreated back around the corner. === As John came down the front steps he saw Beth talking with two other girls. One was Mary Marvelli, somebody who lived up to her name. She had at least Double D's, yet had a very narrow waist. Not that her figure could be seen in the baggy overalls with the many long slits cut in them. She wore puffy sleeve off-the-shoulder top. The skin visible was flawless, slightly tanned. And her hair, while very short and cut raggedly, was still bright red with natural highlights. The girl with her knew by sight. She was well over six foot tall and still well proportioned. Her below-the-shoulder glossy black hair was carefully styled. Despite the summer heat, she was heavy on the make up. She wore a light white blouse and print (mainly pink) skirt and nylons. She--Chris Trees--was the one who said, "Jeanni Lamphear?! Here?! In Mythical, the town that doesn't exist?" She was keeping her voice high, though it was still an alto. Beth said, "The Smiths moved to town, and the mom is her manager!" Mary asked, "If the guy's mom has connections, why hasn't anybody paid him any attention?" Her voice was melodic and seductive. Chris told her, "He's part of the Ben Colgate's Crue." Beth told her, "Dyan Hopkis has placed her claim on him." Mary said, "Her mom only lives around here, and not there by the head office, to keep an eye on the Colgates. That makes her as good as one of the Crue." Chris said, "You know, you're right. It's, like, in- breeding. A girl would be saving him from--" Beth at last noticed, "Why didn't you tell me he was there!?" Mary said, "That's him?" Chris smiled, "He doesn't look that bad." John ran. 9) These Are People?? John Smith turned the corner and made an angle for his house across the street, the-- He ran into a short, pliant body. It refused to yield as Constance wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. "You're John Smith, aren't you? My name is Constance Devers. I'm a friend of Dyan's." He tried to pull the hot body warmed by the summer sun off of him. "Are you ever this friendly to her?" Constance said, stuff-nosed, "It's not that kind of a friendship. Dyan said." John told her, "Then apply her rules to me. I'm a one girl guy." He found that for a 'weak' girl, she had a grip like an octopus. "I know some people think that's stupid, but I've found any more just makes for too much trouble." His words seemed to have caused her to let up a bit on her hold. From behind them, Chris said, "Did you hear that? A guy who wants a relationship!" Mary said, "Seems sort of un-guy-like, if you ask me." Constance's girl friend Beth said, "Maybe he's just saying that to get Constance off his back... er, front." Constance asked him, "Have you kissed Dyan yet?" Her wrists in his hands, he told her, "Yes!" Constance said, "Then let me be the second girl in town to- -" And she lunged forward with her head. John yelped, and tried to get away from it. The small girl wrapped her legs around his straight hips and held on, while pushing her wrists against his grip. John tried to escape, and ended up spinning both of them around and backwards. Beth reached out for Constance as they passed her. As she pulled the two of them to a stop she told the girl who still had her legs around the guy, "When are you going to find out doing things like that only get you one thing!" Constance told her, "Right now, I'd settle for that." Pulling on bare and stubbly legs, John told her, "Then I'll set you up on a date with Willy Peters." The not quite pretty girl let her legs drop past his to the ground, "Even I have standards." Mary Marvelli leaned closer to the guy, "Do I meet your standards?" The busty girl wore no perfume, but the aroma of her sweaty body was like musk. Chris said, "No fair! You go beyond any standards." Freed at last, John told her, "Er, no thank you. I guess. The Colgate's profile of me said I have a talent for being ordinary. I couldn't be ordinary with you as a girlfriend." Beth told him, "Dyan is not ordinary looking." Jim said, as he crossed over the white line that marked the sidewalk, "There's more than just looks!" Beth said, dropping Constance, "But it certainly helps to start with them." Tall Chris looked down at the guy's butt side in the over- sized pants, and said wistfully, "A guy who can be committed." Her fists on her curved hips, Mary, miffed, said, "He ought to be." Constance said to herself, "I'm John Paul Jones." Beth told her, "Try Napoleon." === John came in the front the door of his house. His sister Polly came out of the kitchen in the center of the house eating a sandwich, and carrying a can of cola, "You don't have to sneak. Everybody's gone. And Dad's locked away in his office." She had copper hair, cut just above the shoulder, casual, and away from her ears, and was wearing worn cutoffs and a light purple tank top with a glitter star-like flower. At twelve, she still had not filled out as much as most of the other girls her age. It made her feel like a kid, which she would resent or use, depending on her need to grow up at the moment. John stopped sneaking, "Where'd they go?" She gave him her mischievous little girl smile, "Mom wanted talk privately with your friends--" John told her, "Ex-friends! And it was Dad's idea, any way! I was his spy." There was a word that had taken on new meaning for him. Still smiling, she sauntered to the nearest wingback chair in the living room, "From what I got before she took off with them, she's hiring them to be her spies." John went at her, "On me!?!" Polly sat over the arm of the chair onto its seat, nearly spilling her drink, "On Jeanni Lamphear, of course! Who besides me would want to spy on you?" John told her, "You'd be surprised. If any girl comes around, and she's not Dyan, keep her out." Polly quickly brought her legs over the arm so she could lean towards her big brother, "You're kidding!?!" John said, running his hand through his high raised hair, "I hope they were just kidding. Who would've thought Jeanni Lamphear would ruin my life this way, too." She stopped leaning, "Now I know this is a joke. Why would a super-star have anything to do with a twerp 15-year-old like you?" John turned around, and told her, "Not Jeanni Lamphear!" And he strode to the front door. "Them!" And he opened the front door. Leaning over the threshold, Constance and Chris asked, "Can we come in?" John told them, "No!" and slammed the door in their faces. Polly was up on her knees on the chair without her being aware of her doing it, "This is like bad TV." She put the sandwich and drink on the small coffee table that separated the two wingback chairs. John locked the door; "I saw them through the window." And Polly did see one other girl outside, a fairly tall, bottom-heavy brunette whose short hair stuck out. She was saying something the girls who just had the door slammed in their faces. Polly asked, "Besides also being around your age, why would they want a twerp like you?" John moved to close the green vertical louver blinds of the living room, "Jeanni Lamphear! It's celebrity by association!" Polly stepped one foot onto the floor, smiling, "Then that makes me one, too!" Closing the blinds, John told her, "You're too young to be one!" Polly said, "Uh, hunh. What century are you from? You should know what age big celebs start out as! If you're over 18, it's like you're over the hill." John peeked out of one of the slats, "Do you want to end up like Jeanni?" Polly put both feet on the floor, "Wouldn't that be something!" John turned on her, "No, it wouldn't! You'd be a has-been at 18!" Polly told him, "I'm twelve. I don't worry about 18. And, in the meantime, I'd have all her fun!" John moved towards her, "Jeanni's life is not all fun!" Polly stood up to her brother, "I'll take what fun she can give." Then, she got a smirk, "I'm only a 'celebrity-by- association', I don't have to do everything a real one has to do." John paled, "Oh, geez!" But if he got stuck being Jeanni, he--or rather She--would. Girl stuff maxed! His sister saw his reaction, and misunderstood, of course, "Don't worry. I'm not going to go all the way. I may be immature, but I know celebrities don't hang around. Especially in nowhere places like this. You got to have a life after the parade's gone." His sister's words penetrated John's own worries, "That sounds mature and grownup to me." She grinned at him, "It's something Dad has said. And saying it doesn't mean I can do it. It's a kid's job to learn by making mistakes." WHEWW-er! WHEWW-er! WHEWW-er!... John cried at the new noise, "What's that!?!" Polly said, "I think it's the burglar alarm! Dad must've set it to--" Dad's voice over the intercom system said, "A security camera's picking up girls John's age breaking in through the basement." John cried, "Aw, crap! Dad's never bothered with that before!" Polly led the way to the kitchen, "Come on! We can try out our new power by association." John hesitated, "That's what I'm afraid of." He wanted to hide in his room, but he knew Dad would wonder why he didn't take care of one of his 'friends'. As he headed for the kitchen, he looked towards the right-hand hall, the one that led to the garage that had been converted into an office and bedroom (2nd floor), and wondered, "Is Dad going to stay in his office?" Polly said, "He thinks it's more important to figure out how to get out from under all the liens and garnishments and visitation rights that mom's put on him. He doesn't want her staying here." John grumbled, remembering other words his dad had said, 'Even the best lawyer is slowed down by the courts.' === John was still coming down the steps, when he heard Polly say, "Jeanni Lamphear isn't here, right now. But I might be able to get you an appointment." Constance said, "I didn't come to see Lamphear." Beth said, "I did. I want to see Jeanni Lamphear." John became Jean as his body became a hers. He lost at least 20 pounds as he grew over an inch as the fist in his chest became a knot in her stomach, moved down by a narrowing torso, as his hips jutted forward, swaying her back and making her round butt even more prominent, as his balls withdrew into her labs, shrinking like his dick, as his legs more tapered and shapely. And as his body got a layer of soft, she got two masses of size 36Cs. Rather than scream, John pulled at that stupid long and curly golden hair. Constance said, "Well, I want to see John." John's eyes opened =Saved!= It was time for him to return to being a guy. Polly said, "Uh... I can get you an appointment to see him, too." Then, scanning the older girl, she said in a lower voice, "Though that might be harder." Her voice rose, taking on the tone of, "But as their agent, I need something up front. What will you offer." Beth said, "Agent? Sounds more like an auctioneer." Constance said, "Maybe I should put in my bid for Jeanni Lamphear, while I can still afford her." === Relieved, Jean put 'his' hand to 'his' chest (and then had to raise it higher) as 'he' made it all the way up to the stairs to the kitchen without being noticed. =Wouldn't you know! They're handing out wishes, and Constance is left out! The one thing I wanted from her, and she doesn't even have that effect on me!= Pausing to turn an ear back down to the basement: Constance said, "You want to read our diaries??" Beth said, "I don't have a diary!" Constance said, "I do. Well, it's more like a journal. It has all of my secret thoughts and desires...." Polly said, "I have secret thoughts and desires of my own. I want the inside dope of what it's really like to be a more grownup!" Jean almost ran back down stairs to try to save Polly from Constance's warped view of their gender. Almost. 'He' stopped 'himself' with, "Traitor." === Jean was heading out the kitchen, when the front door opened: A nauseous Stan Lipsky asked, "But are you sure it's... legal?" Jean ducked down low (and stifling an =Ouch!= when 'his' boobs met 'his' knees), below the divider's wall. Small Willy sounded anything but sick about the idea, "It's not like we're going to strip her." John thought (one knee thumping to the floor), =What!!?!= Stan persisted, "But don't we have to take her clothes off to put the clothes on her?" Willy said, "It'd only be stripping if we don't put clothes on her!" (Jean thought, =Pervert's logic.=) John's mother said, dead earnestly, "And if you don't put clothes on Jeanni immediately, I'll fire you! It's only through me you have the permission. I'm hiring you to be her personal dressers. Emphasis on Dress." Jean had to stop herself from rising to that news. Willy said, "You can rely on us!" The current representative of the company that controlled Jeanni Lamphear's contracting rights said, "I'm sure I can rely on you." Her tone said her expectations were very low to begin with. Stan continued to worried, "Besides the fact that we're boys and she's a woman... Are you sure we're old enough to have that kind of a job?" Jane Smithson told him (and the little creep), "That's what makes you the better choice. You'll be treated as juvees, not adults. Any penalties will be minor." Then, to herself, "(I hope that's how the laws in this state still work.)" Stan yelped, "Penalties!?!" Willy told him, "If you don't like thinking about that part of our job: Think about us getting to be Jeanni Lamphear's bodyguards, too! --Think about all of the girls we'll have to touch when they get too close to her!" Stan cried, "I Know that's not going to be legal!!" The ex-wife of an attorney assured them, "As long as you don't do anything to anyone represented by corporate lawyers, you're going to be fine. Rintin, Tinasta, and Totolassi have one of the finest law staffs in Hollywood. We've faced down multi-billion dollar multi-nationals." Willy's voice sounded like his grin would split his face, "See?! We can do anything!" Smithson told him, "Hold it right there!! As the representative of RR&T that's contracting out the job to the corporate entity of Jane Smithson, inc., you'll observe my policies and rules of--" Two girls cried, "Jeanni!!" While Polly yelled, "She's up there?!! I can't see!!" Jean cried, "Oh, crap, no!!" She made a rush for the kitchen's rear door, 'his' jiggly parts moving about faster than 'he' was, it seemed. Constance and Beth was close behind; and chasing, too, because everybody else was, was Polly. The brassy redhead's managerial skills leaped into action, "Quick! You!" She took the little one and practically lifted him up and out the front door with one hand, "See if you can get into John's room, this time!" It was trying to pick up a hound dog, the clothes of the small kid with the bowl hair cut were that baggy. With her left hand, she directed the tall, handsome youngster towards the door, "Guard the door to Jack's office!" This kid's clothes were well tailored and showed the kind of style Jane rarely saw except on TV or video. Polly yelled, "If she goes into my room, then she has to play with me --and my friends!" It sounded more like anticipation than a threat. In a desperate gamble, Jean ran down the back hall, past 'his' room, and down the right hall--straight at the front door: And the woman, 'her' boss, 'his' mom. That last role cost 'him' some force in 'his' head of steam. Until 'he' thought of what the woman in the burgundy dress suit wanted to do to Jeanni--His own mother making the 'him' kind of woman he downloaded from "over 18" sites! 'His' pounce became that of a released steel spring! The older woman threw her back up against the open front door, the door against the wall: Even as she kicked on of her luggage bags from sideways to blocking the door. Too late, Jean noticed the five pieces of luggage. Her instep hit the top of the large bag. Jean's arms went out. The constant pushing and pulling and rolling those two new nuisances had been doing ever since they were forced on 'him' were reminders enough of what had to be protected first. 'His' hands absorbed the shock. But the welcome mat they landed on didn't welcome it. Wham! And not only did 'his' boobs get squashed, 'his' heels came up and whacked 'him' on two other pushing and pulling and rolling nuisances. Still, stifling cries of pain, Jean struggled to get up and away. Getting first one knee under-- Jane Smithson stepped down between Jeanni's shoulders, and held her foot there. She then called out, "All right, My Fine-Upstanding-Representatives-of-Today's-Youth --Come and get her!!" Jean twisted around as best 'he' could, to glare up at the woman through gritted teeth, accusingly. She looked down at her, "What? I'm going to have witnesses tell a judge they heard me call them perverts!? It goes against Jane Smithson, inc.'s policies to hire people like that." (Constance said, "I just heard her call the them perverts." Polly said, "Technically she didn't call them that. --Hey, she's my mom!" (Beth said, "What judge won't know they're perverts?") Willy whooped, "Yes!! I get to be the one to take her clothes off!!" The three girls cried, "Take her clothes off!?!!" Jean's revulsion gave 'him' the strength to push up from flat under the heel of 'his' mother in one thrust. Jane took her foot off in time to keep from taking a spill. Even as she was regaining her balance in her red pumps, she warned, "Either you change into what I brought, or I have them do it!" Jean spun around (damn the effect of momentum of bruised girl-flesh!), "So that's what you were planning!" Jane Smithson smiled, pleased with her solution, "Creative enough?" Willy's cheek rammed up against Jeanni's butt-cheeks, "Jeanni: I'm here!" But before he had a firm grasp around her hips, she had screamed and fled down the hall towards John's room. The three girls barely got out of the way in time. Jane Smithson called after her, "You forgot your things!" "What things?!" the girls asked, looking away from the slammed door. The End of this installment.