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SRU: The Gift By Curtis Lemmon CHAPTER ONE: A HERO I sat there, alone in my car in the dark, lonely parking lot of the mall, and thought about suicide. That's how bad it was. I don't know if I would have had the guts to do it, but in those tortured moments, it seemed to the only way out. I was going to jail for a crime I didn't commit... for trusting and loving a woman who had used my loneliness as a trap to take everything I had (not much, admittedly) and to ruin my good name. The details don't matter, not to this story, but suffice it to say, she not only robbed me, but also framed me to look as if I had robbed my customers. There was no way to prove my innocence. I should have known better. How could a woman like Julia have loved me? She was smart and trim and attractive. I was short and bald and overweight. She was in her late '30s. I was over 50. It was just too good to be true. Now I was going to jail for at least seven years. That's what my court-appointed attorney told me at the arraignment that afternoon. He also told me to go buy a better suit than the one I had slept in for three days in the jail. I had wandered the mall until closing time, kind of in a daze, unable to focus on what I was looking for. A security guard finally asked me to leave, telling me the mall was closing. I trudged to my car and sat there, wondering if I had the nerve to slit my wrist or the wit to obtain a poison that would let me end it without pain. I was sitting there thinking, when I saw the young hoodlum hiding behind the concrete deck support. I looked more closely and I saw two more thugs, apparently preparing to ambush the old man who limped toward a solitary car parked 80 feet or so away from mine. I don't know what made me act as I did - but I threw my door open and jumped out, just as the quartet of thugs (I had missed seeing one) rushed the old man. "Hey, what the hell are you doing," I screamed as I ran toward the ambush. "Leave that man alone!" I don't know what happened next. There was a flash of light (a gunshot?), then darkness. When I came to, the old man I'd tried to help was leaning over me. "You are all right," he said. Shouldn't he have said, "Are you all right?" He smiled at me and said, "Ah, you have your wits about you. That is good. It was a fine, brave thing you tried to do and I appreciate it." I wanted to ask him what had happened, but I couldn't let him think I was a hero. "It wasn't brave... really," I said. I didn't know how to tell him I just didn't have much to live for. But he looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Ah, I see now..." I oddest feeling he was reading my mind. "I am," he said. "But don't let that bother you... I still appreciate what you did. You could not know..." He paused and frowned. "I owe you a debt of honor," he said. "But I need... come with me." I must have looked reluctant. "Please, come," he said gently. "You really don't have any place else you need to be, do you?" I didn't. So I went with him. CHAPTER TWO: THE CANDLE He led me back in the mall (funny, I didn't see him use a key to open the locked door) and to a little shop jammed between a Suncoast Video and a Waldenbooks (funny, again, I had never before noticed it). The small sign said: Spells 'R Us. Inside was an incredible clutter of junk, most of it hidden in the shadows. My companion only turned on a small lamp, leaving most of the shop in darkness. "Let me see..." he muttered, rifling through some of the junk below the counter. "Ah, here we are." He came up wearing a pair of cheap 3-D glasses, the kind you'd get out of a box of cereal. The sides were made of cardboard and didn't quite reach behind his ears. Yet, he stared at me through them as if they bestowed x-ray vision. "Now, I understand everything... most interesting, most interesting," he said, carefully pulling the glasses off his face. Somehow he looked younger now than when I saw him in the parking lot. "The question is, how do I help you out?" he rubbed his chin. "Really, that's not necessary..." I said. "Pshaw," he said and waved a hand in front of his face. "Don't waste my time. You're desperate and I owe you for the favor you tried to do me. Besides... you're interesting. You've had a very unhappy life, haven't you?" It wasn't a question. And I was beginning to understand that this strange man knew everything there was to know about me... even, he couldn't know that could he? He didn't say anything, merely smiled and raised his eyebrows. I'm sure I turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment. "Before we take care of your little problem, let's take care of Julia... I can fix it so she's punished for what she did to you," he said. I looked at him for a moment, then shook my head. Funny, but I had the strangest feeling that he could do what he offered. But I didn't want that. "No... I couldn't stand... I mean, I'm not much, but I've never hurt anybody," I said. "It wouldn't help me to hurt her. No, let her be." The old man gave me a strange look. Then he smiled, like a father proud of his son. "You, sir, are a most unique individual, so for you I offer a most unique gift..." he said, reaching for an object high on a shelf behind him. He held it out to me and I took it. Now that it was in my hands I could see that it was a small, thick candle - either black or dark blue (it was hard to tell in the faint light). I tried not to let my disappointment show. He was trying to be nice. He made an exasperated sound. "This is much more than it seems," he said. "This candle contains a powerful spell - one of the most powerful I have ever seen. It offers the owner the chance for perfect happiness." Again, I was unsurprised by his claim. I knew somehow that he was a magician. "I prefer wizard," he said, reading my thoughts again. I thought about what he said... "You said it offers 'a chance' at happiness," I noted. "What kind of chance?" He shrugged. "That depends on you," he said. "Ever play a video game? Of course, not. But you know how they work. You have a series of choices to make... a series of tests to take. This candle will put you on the path... you still have free will. You still have choices to make, trials to endure. But if you're the person I think you are, I believe your chances of finding the prize is very strong. That's why I offer you this... chance. And one piece of advice - Trust your instincts... don't be afraid of them." He wouldn't let me thank him, insisting that we were even now and that he would not interfere in my life again. "You will be given one chance to test this spell, then either reject it or accept it," he said. "Go home and as you lay down to sleep, light the candle. Then dream of what you want most in the world. You'll learn more about what lays before you... if you let the candle burn out - it will burn until dawn -- the spell will be broken and you'll return to the path you'd have followed had you not met me tonight. "If you blow the candle out - and only you can blow it out - then the spell is locked in and you cannot go back. Remember, it will burn until the dawn. So make your choice quickly... and wisely." CHAPTER THREE: THE CHOICE I set the candle atop the small bookcase beside my bed. The answering machine nearby was flashing a message. When I answered it, my young lawyer had left a message reminding me to be in court on time tomorrow morning - at 8 a.m. (just seven hours from now). "And be sure to wear the new suit you bought tonight!" he said. Now that I was home, the idea of the old wizard's magic didn't seem so real. I set my alarm clock for 6:30... brushed my teeth quickly and slipped on my raggedy bathrobe. Then I turned out the light, climbed into bed and laid my head down on the pillow. I lay there for a moment in the dark, then cursing myself as an idiot, I got up, turned on the light and grabbed a pack of matches. I lit the candle, turned off the light and climbed back into bed. As I lay there, dreaming my secret dream, I drifted off to sleep. *** It was still dark when I awoke, except for the candle burning on by bedside table. Bedside table? When I went to sleep, it had been a waist- high bookcase. There was just enough light from the candle to see that the piece of furniture had become a delicate (Louis XIV??) table. I sat up and swung my legs down to the floor... only they didn't reach to the floor. That was odd. I wasn't tall (5- 91/2), but I could sit on the edge of my bed with my feet on the floor. I extended one foot about six inches before my toes came into contact with the deep, plush carpet. I had hardwood floors. I felt my way to the light switch - only it wasn't there. The candle gave enough light to find the curtains (thicker and heavier than those in my bedroom). Carefully, I tiptoed across the floor and felt for the curtain rod or string. My hands found the cord and I pulled, opening the curtains and revealing a wide picture window and what was beyond it. It took my breath away. There in all it's glory was New York City at night... late at night to be sure, but unmistakable nevertheless. The view was from a very high apartment on Central Park East. I could see the lights of the Museum of Art to my right and the Plaza Hotel to the left. Why this must be... "The Dakota, of course," she said, clicking on the light. I was speechless, overwhelmed by the accumulation of surprises. I stared at my companion, standing so confidently in the doorway, a smirk on her face. She was tall (perhaps six foot) and slender, except for the large, firm breasts and the wide, voluptuous hips - her body barely hidden by a long, sheer black negligee. Her hair was dark, hanging behind her shoulders. How far down it went I couldn't see at the moment, but from the way it hung, I guessed it must have at least reached her waist. I couldn't tell her age. She looked very mature, but somehow in the light, she also looked very young. She was also very beautiful. "Like what you see?" she asked, that amused expression still there. "I... I... I..." I was still speechless. "You'll like this even more," she said, raising her arm towards me. I seemed to float towards her, my eyes never leaving her face. She stopped me near the door and putting a hand lightly on each shoulder turned me to face a wide floor-length mirror. I didn't see her in the reflection... wait, that sounds like something out of a vampire movie. I don't mean that she didn't have a reflection, only that I no longer saw her - I was transfixed by the other girl in the mirror. It was my dream, of course... the dream I never spoke of, but which the old wizard - he had to be a wizard, didn't he? -- must have seen with his 3-D glasses. I didn't speak about it because I knew how it would sound, a fat, bald 52- year-old man, dreaming of being a pretty, sweet young teenage girl. That's what I saw in the mirror. She was nude, revealing her slender young body in all its glory. I took it in quickly, then savored it from top to bottom - the long, thick strawberry blonde hair, the beautiful face with the wide doe-like eyes, the button nose, the thick, kissable lips, the long, gorgeous neck, the small, budding breasts, the trim, taught belly (the button a cute outie)... she twisted to show off her firm round buttocks, turning on those perfect legs and the small, shapely feet... I stared, wanting that body - not to make love to (although that would have been heaven) but as my own. Then in an instant, my vision cleared and I knew I was looking at myself in the mirror. "Oh... my... God..." I said as I fainted. *** "That was a very girlish faint," the woman who had shown me my new body said as she waved the smelling salts under my nose. I was lying on the bed, my new body encased in a lovely, delicate white negligee. The bed, I could see now was a frilly four-poster with a canopy, trimmed in pink lace. It was clearly a girls room... it was, I knew, my room... if I wanted it. I could see the candle still burning on the bedside table. "Oh yes..." the woman said, leaning over and blowing at the flame with all her might. It barely flickered. "Only you can blow it out. You have about... oh, maybe two more hours to make up your mind." I could see that the candle had burned well beyond the halfway mark. As excited and an unnerved as I was by this turn of events, I knew I better get my wits about me. "Good," she said, reading my mind as easily as the wizard. "For once, my brother sends me one who isn't an idiot. Listen to me carefully, little one, and make your choice. "My name is Esther and I am a witch - not the make-a-pact- with-the-devil kind of witch you read about... I'm, like my brother, a student and a practitioner of the oldest human knowledge. There's nothing really evil in what we do, although our morality might not jibe with that you learned in Sunday school." She paused, as if expecting to say something. When I kept silent, she smiled and went on. "You are a smart one... and such a pretty dream you had," Esther said, stroking my long hair (was there a hint of desire there?). "It almost makes we want to cast a spell and see what you were before, but I promised my brother not to." "I was a fat, bald, 52-year-old banker," I told her. "I was lonely, miserable and unloved." I don't know why I told her... but part of me was determined not to be ashamed of what I was. Maybe because for the first time in my life I was happy with who I was. Maybe because part of me ached to please this beautiful witch. "Well," she said, flustered for the first time. "That's an image I'll do my best to forget..." She sounded gruff, but I could tell that she was pleased that I told her. "You can, of course, go back to that life if you want," she said. "And give up this body?" I asked. "There's that... but your new body comes at a price," she said. "Do you want to know what it is?" I nodded, fearing the worst. "Very well, the cost is one year of service to me," she said. "You see, I run a very exclusive and special prostitution ring for a very special crop of clients. You will be required to work five nights a week for 52 weeks, making love to my clients. Some will be attractive and young... some will be old and disgusting. There will be men and women and everything in between..." I nodded and thought of a question. "No, you don't understand," she said. "Your new body is virgin, but that's not what you will use. I will give you a new body each night to suit my clients' desires. You might be a big-busted blonde one night or a handsome boy the next. You'll be a celebrity look-alike or maybe a man's own daughter. "You'll have a new body every night. Every morning, you'll return to your real form - the one your have now. It will not age or change during the year of your service - so if you want to screw around on your own time, feel free - a year from now, you'll walk out of this apartment with exactly the body you have now, virginal and disease free. From that point on, you'll age normally and be as vulnerable as any other healthy young person to injury or disease. That's a 15-year-old's body you're in now - you'll have a lot of time to enjoy it before it gets old and wrinkled." "I'll leave here as a 15 year old girl?" I asked. "The body of a 15-year-old girl," Esther said. "We can give you the ID of a 21-year-old. Trust me... if you do a good job for me, I'll fix you up with a job or a family or a boyfriend or just some money, if that's what you want, when you leave. Esther looked at her watch. "You have a couple of hours, maybe a little less, to decide," she said. "You have that long to decide if you want to go back to your previous existence or become my slave-whore for the next year." "I don't need two hours to decide..." I leaned over and blew the flame out. Then I threw myself in Esther's arms. My arms were wrapped around her and my head was buried in her ample bosom. "Oh thank you Esther... and thank your brother... for making my dreams come true." I didn't know at that moment which was more exciting - the chance to become the teenage beauty of my dreams or the chance to spend the next year as a magical whore. CHAPTER FOUR: THE FAMILY I met the rest of Esther's brood the next morning. All five were, like me, something else in their past lives. I understood that I wasn't supposed to ask about that. Instead, I met Melody, a lovely blonde in her 20's with a fashion-model's body; Elliott, a muscle-bound man with broad shoulders and a dark, swarthy complexion; Cindy, a little girl of six or seven, with blonde curls and dimples; Eveline, a studious-looking college coed, with a dark glasses and a slim, boyish shape and dark hair that she kept tied behind her; and Bambi, a buxom blonde with long curly hair and a sweet, but vacant expression on her face. "Gang, I want you to meet Melissa, who will be joining our little family," Esther said, using the name I had chosen. "I want you all to make her welcome." Well, to be truthful, the welcome varied. Cindy greeted me with the innocent enthusiasm of a child, while Elliott showed more than brotherly interest. Melody's greeting was perfunctory, while Eveline's was downright cold. My favorite was Bambi, who bounced across the room on her high heels to hug me and kiss my cheeks. "Oh, I've got a new younger sister!" she squealed. "Well, Bambi, maybe you can take your younger sister shopping today," Esther said. "She needs a new wardrobe." The idea seemed to delight my new "sister". "Oh, can I? Melissa, we'll have so much fun!" Bambi said. "Just remember, she's a demure teenage girl and not a little sexpot like you," Esther warned. "I don't want you dressing her like a slut." Bambi looked hurt and put her arm around my shoulder. "I know that," she said. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of my little 'Lisa'." I did something that I wouldn't have done as a man. I smiled and kissed Bambi on the cheeks. "Thanks, sis... we'll have fun together," I said. Eveline rolled her eyes, but Esther smiled at us. "Hmmm," Elliott said. "I hate to be a spoilsport, but I don't think you can go out like that." He was right. I was still wearing the white negligee. "Eveline, you and Melissa are almost the same size... why don't you lend her an outfit," Esther suggested. "Ahh... can't you just whip her up something?" Eveline whined. "I've got to get to class." "You've got plenty of time to get to class, young lady," Esther said sternly. "You take Melissa to your room and find her something to wear. Nothing fancy, just a simple outfit that she can wear on the street." "Yes, ma'am," Eveline said, clearly not liking it. She took my hand and dragged me down the hallway towards her room. Her bedroom was nothing like mine. It was very Spartan. There was a desk with a computer in one corner and bookcases and the walls were covered with charts and photos of places in the solar system. "Wow," I said, looking around as Eveline began to dig through her things. She threw a pair of plain white panties and a matching bra on the bed. "Here, start with these," she said. "Hurry up, get out of that nightgown. I really don't have much time." To cover my nervousness as I stripped in front of this girl, I asked what she meant about having to go to class. "I'm a junior at Columbia, working towards a B.S. in mathematics and astronomy," she said, throwing a pair of white, lace socks on the bed. I was already into her panties. They were a good fit. The bra was a little loose. Her breasts weren't big, but they were bigger than my budding beauties. "I'm not like you other bimbos... I don't care about sex and all that," she said. "All I wanted was to be smart. Now I'm a genius and all anybody wants is..." She threw a light summer dress on the bed... it was a very feminine floral print - all pink and red. She looked in her closet and came up with a pair of penny loafers. They were too big for my tiny feet, but I suppose they would do until I bought some shoes that fit. Eveline, who had quickly dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, a dark T-shirt and a pair of running shoes, saw that I was having trouble with the dress. She cursed once and helped me button the back of the dress. When she finished, I turned and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. She looked surprised, not angry. "Thank you, Eveline, for helping me and for loaning me your clothes," I said. "I'll do my best to take care of them and... and I'm sorry you don't like me. I won't bother you, I promise." Eveline looked at me and shook her head. "I don't dislike you, kid," she said. "I'm just being a bitch. Don't take it personally. Now, get going... and have a good time with Bambi." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and swatted me on the butt as I flounced out of the room. She followed, carrying a big load of books. When I reached the kitchen, Bambi was there, wearing the sexiest red dress with a slit up the side. She looked me over and nodded... "Not too bad, but we can do better," she said. And we did, spending almost eight hours going from shop to shop, buying dresses, lingerie, jewelry, shoes, perfume, makeup and the other sundry items that a young girl needs. Bambi must have flirted with a dozen men... and I'm not quite sure than she didn't do more than flirt with one handsome clerk while I was busy trying on bathing suits (I bought several, including a cute bikini with the naughtiest thong). Most of our purchases were marked for delivery, but one outfit was so darling that I had to wear it instead of Eveline's borrowed clothes. It was a schoolgirl uniform, a red and blue plaid skirt and top over a white lace blouse. With white socks and black Mary Janes (with a 11/2 inch heel), I looked so sweet and innocent I couldn't stand it. My big sister Bambi tied my hair in a matching plaid ribbon and placed a very simple (and expensive) gold locket around my neck. There was space inside for a photo... "A photo of your true love goes there," Bambi told me. "But I don't have a true love," I said. "You will," she told me and we both giggled and hugged each other. Then we walked down Madison Avenue, holding hands - a sexy big sister taking her cute teenage little sister out for a walk. "Are you nervous about tonight," Bambi asked. "No, I'm excited," I told her. "Really, I'm looking forward to it." "That's the way I felt," she said. "You know what I was before?" She didn't have to say before what. "I was the ugliest nymphomaniac in the United States," she said. "I so much wanted men to fuck me, but I was fat and gross and disgusting. When I was younger, I was able to find a few desperate men willing to bang me, but as I got older it got harder and harder to find anybody. Now, men love to fuck me and I love being fucked." I told Bambi about my past and how happy I was to be living my dream. She told me about the other members of the family. "Not everybody is as happy with their new life as you and I are," Bambi said. "Take Cindy, he was the husband of the heiress to one of the largest corporations in America. His wife knew he married her for the money and the power, but she didn't care - all she wanted was a family. Then she found out he had gotten a vasectomy so he could fuck around in the office without risk. Now he's become the little daughter she always wanted. He's been here almost a year and I think he's starting to accept his fate. Cindy will be leaving soon to take his place as the pampered daughter of a rich, powerful woman. "Now, Elliott, his case is interesting. He was one of the world's top female Body Builders. But he hated the restrictions placed on him. The Women's Body Building Federation demands a standard of femininity and Bev... opps, Elliott, went beyond that. He wanted to become a man, so that he could push his body to the limit. That's what he does all day now, work out at Gold's Gym. When his time's up, I expect to see him in the Mr. America contest. "Melody, now she's not here by choice. He was the husband of a very famous fashion model. You probably saw her on the cover of Sports Illustrated. He got a hold of a magic lamp and tried to make some changes in his wife - you know, bigger tits... that kind of thing. Somehow -- I'm just a bimbo and don't really know how -- it all got turned around and he ended up as Melody. I think his wife is living with the genie of the lamp, who now inhabits his old body. It's all very confusing and Mel doesn't like talking about it much, but I know he hates what he's become." "Not as much as Eveline," I ventured. "Hmm, I really shouldn't talk about Eveline," Bambi said. "All I know is she was a not very bright young man who dreamed of being smart. But don't judge her too harshly. She's not a bad person." "Oh, Bambi, I didn't mean that... I just thought she was so very unhappy," I said. "I wish there was something I could do for her. After all, she's my sister too... isn't she?" CHAPTER FIVE: WHORE Bambi and I returned to Esther's suite at the Dakota in time for a light dinner and a pep talk from our Mistress. "Melissa, I know you've got to be a little nervous," she said. "That's okay for tonight. Have you ever seen the movie 'Pretty Baby'? Brooke Shields is a young girl, growing up in a New Orleans whorehouse, who is auctioned off to a man who pays to deflower her. That's the scenario you'll re-enact tonight. So your inexperience and nervousness are perfectly okay. Just remember, your John will be in control, so don't resist. Okay?" I nodded, both scared and excited about what lay ahead. Esther had me close my eyes while she chanted the spell that turned me into a clone of 13-year-old Brooke Shields. Then she led me into a bedroom suite where John (the name of all my male customers... the females would be Jane) was waiting, seated in a large, plush chair beside the king size bed. He wasn't too bad. He was older, maybe late 40s or early 50s, but he was trim and handsome in a distinguished sort of way. Of course, I realized, Esther would have started me off with one of the good ones. And John was very good. He was very solicitous of the beautiful young virgin standing there in front of him in all her naked glory. "Come here, child," he said gently. When I approached, he reached out and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his member pressing into my naked butt through his trousers. I let out a little gasp of surprise, which seemed to please him. "What's your name, child?" he asked. "Brooke..." that's what he was paying for, after all. I bashfully cast my eyes down at the floor. "Well, Brooke... I know you're scared, it being your first time and all, but if you just relax and do everything I say, I promise to be patient and gentle." I looked up at him shyly and smiled. I managed to squeeze a tear out of one eye. Acting the scared young virgin was fun! "Oh, thank you, sir," I said in a soft voice. "I want to be good for you... but you have to show me how." I then planted a quick kiss on his cheek and pulled away, as if I was embarrassed by what I had just done. "You're such a sweet child," he said, using his right hand to hold my face while he slowly leaned over and put his lips to mine. I felt his tongue press at my opening and I obediently opened for him. Soon his tongue was exploring my mouth as he hands were exploring my nubile body. I moaned in pleasure. His hand rubbed my small breasts, then slowly traced a path down my stomach to the place that I had never gone as a man, not even with Julia. His finger skillfully rubbed my slit and found and fondled my tiny clit. I moaned again, breaking our kiss as I gasped for breath. "Oh... it feels so good!" I said. "It will feel better, I promise you," he said, slipping two fingers into my tight virgin opening. As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I thought for a second that I was a triple virgin - a virgin as the 52-year-old man I had been; a virgin as the 15-year-old Melissa and a virgin as the copy of Brooke Shields in "Pretty Baby". My arms were around John's neck as he kissed and licked my erect nipples - I never realized a woman could get an erection - while his fingers continued his assault on my cunt. My head was on his shoulder and from time to time I planted kisses on his neck. I don't know how long he fondled me. It was an eternity, yet it didn't seem long enough. Finally, he rose, carrying me to the bed. He laid me there and stood back, admiring my youthful form. I rose and reached for him. He looked confused for a second until I began to unbutton his shirt. Then he smiled and stood there while I removed the shirt, exposing his bare chest. It was firm and covered with a turf of dark hair. I smiled up at him and put my right palm on his chest, slowly (and I hoped) sexily rubbing downward toward... I didn't bother with his belt. I unzipped his pants and reached inside. He was wearing boxers, so I found the flap and slipped my hand inside and grasped my prize. I was sitting now, my legs folded underneath me, my face inches from his cock. It wasn't huge, not as big as the ones I saw in the porn films I had rented as a man. It was bigger than my old one, which made it the biggest I had ever held. As a man, I had never even thought about holding another man's cock. But I was a girl now - both in this temporary body and the new one I loved so much. I kissed the tip, then tentatively licked the six-inch weapon before me. John moaned and gently, very gently rubbed the top of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him and smiled. "You're doing great, baby... keep it up," he said. I nodded and looked back at his cock. I wanted it inside me... I really did. Using my lips to cover my teeth, I sucked his dick into my mouth. I was surprised and happy that I could take it all. I pulled away, letting it slip out - my tongue licking the bottom as I did. Then I began to suck it the way I had seen to many porn stars do - in and out, faster and slower, bringing him to the brink or orgasm, then slowing to take him back a bit. It was wonderful! The only trouble was that in porn movies, the actresses always let go before the actor came, usually taking the cum in their face. I wouldn't have minded that, but I wanted to take it in my mouth - to taste and swallow another man's seed. I wanted to feel his organ, so strong and powerful as he spurted, go soft and limp in my mouth. John warned me when he was about to come - unnecessarily, it turned out... I could tell from the way his middle body was rocking that he was on the verge of coming. I think I surprised him by taking it in the mouth. I did swallow and, how do I say it... it wasn't like his cum tasted good (or bad), but tasting it and swallowing it made me feel so good... I couldn't describe it. I didn't get to feel his cock go soft in his mouth - I was after all his whore and the purpose of the evening was no to make me feel good. John pulled away and completed the undressing he had started, then joined me in the bed. He stretched out naked beside me and we fondled and kissed for the longest time. Long enough for my dainty hand to feel his cock rising again. I knew my moment of truth was coming. John knew too. He had me take his dick in my mouth and suck again, but he stopped me long before he was ready to come. "You're a wonderful cocksucker, Brooke," he said, praise that made me tingle inside. "Are you ready to become a woman?" My answer was a smile and a kiss. "I'll tell you what... why don't you get on top," he said. "That way you can take it as slow or as fast as you want." My face clouded up... but he was the boss. "Yes sir," I answered, the disappointment obvious. "What's the matter," he demanded. When I hesitated, he said sharply, "Brooke... what is bothering you?" "Sir, you're the boss and I'll do whatever you want," I said, trying to roll on top of him. He pushed me off then looked at me. "Brooke, up until now you've been a perfect little whore," he said. "I'm very pleased with you. But I want to know exactly what is bothering you... understand." I blinked back some tears. "I'm sorry... it's just, just..." "Just what," he demanded, a touch of anger in his voice. "I wanted you on top," I burst out. "I wanted you to take me like a real woman." Now I was sobbing... I knew from experience that no man can resist the tears of a pretty young woman. "Brooke, darling..." he said. "I'm sorry," I gasped through the tears. "I know it's not the whore's place to tell her John what to do. I'll do it the way you want... I promise." "Stop it," he said. But there was no anger in his voice. "Brooke, listen to me. I only suggested you get on top because I thought that would be easier for you. The truth is, I'd prefer to be on top... with your pretty legs around my waist." "Really, truly?" I said girlishly, blinking back the last of my tears. "Really, truly," he said with a wonderful smile. And that's the way he took me, slowly and gently at first... then harder and faster, my arms locked around his neck, my legs clamped around his lower body as he broke my hymen and pounded me for what seemed like hours... what seemed like an instant. I came twice before he expelled his seed into me. I realized this body could now get pregnant... although I wouldn't be using it much longer, so I had nothing to worry about. I guess that's the beauty of Esther's magic... sex without worry of pregnancy or disease. I realized it was something I would miss when I went out on my own a year from now. John lay on top of me for the longest time. It was wonderful feeling his dick shrink inside me. I kissed him gently and whispered endearments into his ear. He was a wonderful first lover. He was a wonderful lover, period. He took me three more times that night - once from behind, then in my ass (it was uncomfortable at first, but, wow, when he got going, it was magnificent to be taken that way) and finally - here's a laugh - with me on top, riding his cock for all I was worth - John's hands cupping my breasts. Then we lay there, spent until John rose and walked toward the door. I rose, feeling I should kiss him goodbye, but he ordered me to lie there. "Let me look at you one more time," he said. "You really are a natural, did you know that?" His last words sounded strange. I looked closely, but he seemed to be out of focus. I blinked a couple of times and saw... it was Esther. "Yes... you didn't think I'd risk you on a real client without trying you out, did you?" she said with a smirk. Then she smiled, a genuine smile. "My brother was right... you are something very, very special... now, sleep little one... sleep." At her command, I did. CHAPTER SIX: LIFE GOES ON Bambi woke me up, bouncing on my bed... yes, my bed. And I was in my body (my Melissa body, that is), wearing my now familiar white negligee. "So how was it, little 'Lisa'?" she cooed. "Tell big sister." I gave her a big smile and planted a sisterly kiss on her cheek. "I'll tell you everything," I promised. "Just let me take care of a little business first." She grinned, understanding what I was talking about. I dashed to my bathroom, hitched up my skirt, plopped on the pot and unleashed about a quart of piss. I was sighing with relief when I saw Bambi standing in the doorway, her ample tits hanging out of her naughty short bathrobe, a sly smile on her face. "It seems a shame to waste that golden nectar," she said. "We have customers who would pay a fortune to swallow the pee of a sweet young thing like you." "Ugggggghhh," I said, my skin crawling at the thought. "Grow up little girl," Bambi said. "It's not all hearts and flowers like it was last night." I asked how she knew about last night. "I can guess... Esther's usually very gentle when she breaks us in," she said. "But there will be some kinky stuff ahead... I promise you that." We returned to the bed and sat there Indian style in our nightgowns, exchanging confidences as if we were really sisters. I told her about my first night - in every detail, even my little act when John/Esther wanted me on top. "Why you little vixen," she squealed giving me a hug. "I'm so proud of you." I asked her about her first night, if it was the same. "No... but it was wonderful all the same," she said. "I think Esther tailors our initiation for the images we've adopted. You're little Miss Innocent - don't deny it - and she knew that would be easiest for you. I'm the blonde bimbo..." "You're not a bimbo," I said. "Oh, yes I am... I like it that way," she said. "Maybe it's a little bit of an act, but I suspect most real bimbos are acting too. It's one way to attract a man... just like your Miss Innocent act." She giggled to take any possible sting out of the accusation. I realized though that she was right. My appearance and behavior was an illusion and I guess that made it an act. An act that, I knew from my past life, would drive men wild. "Anyway," Bambi went on, "I got to be the best blonde bimbo of them all for my first night. Can you guess who?" Melissa would never have guessed. For a moment, I tried to think like the 52-year-old man I once was. "Not Marilyn Monroe?" I guessed. "Oh honey, right on the nose," she said. "It was like the scene from 'The Prince and the Showgirl.' I was a dead ringer for Marilyn and Esther - only I didn't know it was Esther at the time - looked just like Larry Olivier. Oh, did I scream when he came in my ass." "You like that?" I asked innocently. She looked me in the eyes carefully, then broke out into a big grin. "Oh, my little sister is an anal slut too," she said. "Isn't that funny." "I'm not an anal slut... I'm a sweet little virginal teenage princess," I said with mock anger. We stared at each other for a second, then burst out laughing again. We hugged each other and rolled on the bed, consumed by laughter. We showered together. It really wasn't sexual - well, not much - but it was soapy fun, rubbing Bambi's big tits and ass and feeling her slick hands all over my body. I think the sexiest part was when she dried me off, wrapping me in the big fluffy towel, then enfolding me in her arms. "I always wanted a little sister," she said. "And you're so sweet." We joined the others for breakfast, sitting around the table like one happy family. That's the amazing thing about magic - we could stay up all night fucking in our temporary bodies... but the next morning, we'd wake up in our "real" bodies, feeling refreshed and well-rested. I got to play a lot of roles over the next few weeks. One night I was Shirley Temple... the next I was Greta Garbo. I got to emulate that hot young tennis star, what's her name? Anna Kournikova? She has a lovely, well-toned body and it was fun getting fucked as her, but the most interesting thing was that my John wanted me to spank him with his tennis racquet. I learned to do a lot more kinky stuff than that. My first gay experience came when I was transformed into Gabrielle and had a Lesbian tryst with a John who became Xena, warrior princess. I did several stints as Allie McBeal - including my first golden shower. I can't say I liked that, but I loved my life. Sex was wonderful... my favorite was old-fashioned boy-girl sex, especially when I got to play the innocent young thing. But I learned to love lesbian sex too and to tolerate male-male couplings (my first time I got to be Rock Hudson, taking it up the butt from Humphrey Bogart). The only time I had a problem was the night Esther transformed me into a little boy and I had to satisfy Daddy. In a way, my attitude was irrational - I had performed the same function as a little girl taking care of Daddy on several occasions. It was just the combination of homosexuality, incest and pederasty that I couldn't stomach. Esther was most displeased with me. I knew I deserved her tongue lashing. I stood there crying and vowing to make up for my failure. She decreed that as punishment, I would have to endure nothing by man-boy sex for the next week. I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet and promised to make her proud of me again. The next night, I became the youngest member of Hanson. I had to satisfy this big truck-driver type. I told myself that deep inside I was still a girl and with that thought in mind, I did my best to satisfy him as a girl. Even when he was sucking on my little dick, I pretended it was a clit and made him happy with a nice little orgasm. He kissed me sweetly as he left and tucked an extra hundred in my BVDs. When I awoke as myself in my bed the next morning, I threw on a bathrobe and raced into the kitchen to make a breakfast tray. I sliced up some melon, added a few strawberries, toasted a bagel, added a small pot of coffee and a glass of juice. Then I grabbed the Times out of the hall and carried the tray to Esther's bedroom. I knocked, waited for her grumpy answer, then went inside. She was still stretched in her bed, wearing the same nightgown I had seen her in that first night. "What do you want?" she asked. "I thought you might like some breakfast," I said, showing her the tray. "What are you up to?" she said. "Nothing... I just wanted to apologize for how badly I acted the other night," I said, placing the tray beside her bed. "I hope your client was pleased with me last night?" She picked up a strawberry and popped it in her mouth. Then she grabbed the paper and unfolded it, looking at the headlines. Without looking at me, she said, "He said you were adequate." "I'll do better, I promise," I said, doing something I shouldn't have done, hopping up on her bed beside her. "Really, Esther I don't want you mad at me." She gave me a suspicious look. "You know I'm not going to reduce your punishment," she said. I blinked, feeling the tears form. "Do you think that's why I did this?" I sniffled. I turned my face away from her. I felt the tears rolling down my cheek. She reached over and with her right hand, turned my face back to hers. Then she looked at me with the same searching stare that her brother had used that first night. Without saying a word, she enfolded me in her arms and pressed my pretty young body to hers. She used her lips to kiss my moist cheeks. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," she said. "I keep forgetting that you really are what you seem. Now, stop crying. I'm not mad at you sweetheart. Come on, give me a smile and help me eat this lovely breakfast you made for me... you've got all my favorite things on it - you just made twice as much as I can handle." So I helped her, eating half her bagel and a couple of pieces of fruit. When we finished, she said I had jelly on my face. She started to lick it off... then things got a little out of hand and we were making mad passionate lesbian love. I say lesbian love because I was a pretty teenage girl and she was a beautiful mature woman, but midway through our activity a funny thing happened. I was licking her clit, when it began to grow... suddenly I realized it wasn't a clit, it was a dick - a large beautiful dick. Hell, I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. That doesn't mean I didn't love it when my beautiful mistress took my virginity - the first time I had been fucked as Melissa (although Bambi had taken me with a strap-on about two weeks earlier). I really loved our session and so, apparently, did Esther. About once a week from then on I would surprise her with breakfast in bed and it would always end the same wonderful way. She still didn't shorten my punishment and I didn't want her too. I endured my nights as a molested boy and tried to give as much pleasure as the nights I was a beautiful woman having straight sex with a handsome man. As for the rest on my year's employment, if you can think of it... we did it. I guess my kinkiest sessions were the nights when my Johns turned out to be large dogs... I handled the bestiality without blinking. It actually wasn't that bad... better I think than the night I became a German shepherd bitch and was fucked by Rin-Tin-Tin. And that was much better than the night I became Lassie and took Timmy's little cock up my doggie cunt. Not all of my sessions were one-on-one. We did a lot of three ways - quite a few men wanted to do the Olson twins, Kate and Mary-Ashley, so Bambi and I would team up. I got gang-banged a couple of times... that was usually fun in the beginning, but it usually got uncomfortable before the night was over. There were one or two longer stints and occasional outings in public places. One couple took me to Hawaii for a week as their 10-year-old daughter and both of them spent the time molesting me. A lot of men wanted a sexy girl to show off at parties or reunions. Usually, Bambi got those gigs - but sometimes I filled in and twice men wanted two big- busted blond bimbos to show off - one of those jobs was real nice, because the John didn't want to do anything but watch us make out. I loved making out with my big sister. All in all, I'd say I enjoyed 95 percent of my jobs... and learned to endure the other five percent. I loved what I was doing... and I even thought about asking Esther to keep me at it once my year was up. I might have asked... except for Eveline. CHAPTER SEVEN While Bambi and I became sisters almost immediately, I gradually got to know and like my fellow whores. I even liked Melody, who was supposed to have been a real bastard before his unwilling transformation. I don't know about that, but the Melody I came to know was a sweet, timid girl... very much afraid of hurting anyone. "What do you think I've been training her to be like?" Esther told me one morning in bed. "It's taken eight months to knock the aggression and the arrogance out of her." The others kept Melody at arms length, but I went out of my way to be nice to her. "Why do you do that?" Esther asked me. I couldn't explain. "She needs love," I told my mistress. "I can't stand to see her in so much pain." Esther looked at me like she did that first night. "You really are something special," she said. "My brother was right about you." That kind of talk made my embarrassed. I couldn't help the way I was. Take Cindy, for instance. She was trying to the best of her ability to be the little girl her ex-wife wanted her to become. But it was hard for a middle-aged man to learn that role. "Esther, can't you help Cindy out?" I begged one morning. "Help her, how?" Esther asked. "She's going to leave here a little girl. That much is settled. What do you want me to do to help her?" I gave that question some thought, finally I suggested that she use her magic to wipe Cindy's memory of ever being a man. "If she believed she was what she is, she'd be such a happy little girl." Esther promised to think about it and consult her patron. Of course, neither Bambi nor Elliott was a problem. Both were happy with what they had become. Elliott was a little hard to get to know because all he was interested in was bodybuilding. I asked him one time why he spent all his time in the gym, since his magnificent body wasn't going to change during his servitude. "The beauty of body building is not about the end result... it's the process," he said, getting a look of rapture on his face. "Those moments when I'm covered with sweat and my muscles ache and I do those last three sets... well, Melissa, that's better than sex." I wanted to understand, so every once in awhile I'd accompany Elliott to his gym and follow him around. The other weight lifters were amused by his "little sister" (and a few tried to hit on me), but a couple of them helped me set up a program that I thought would help me stay firm and trim after my year's service to Esther. Elliott made a couple of changes - "You're not shooting for bulk, but for muscle tone," he said - and helped me learn the program. I think I understood him a little better. My workouts were work at first, but I gradually learned to enjoy them and miss them when business forced me to skip a session. Elliott was so pleased that I spent several mornings in his bed... and once he fucked me in the sauna at the club while an old man pretended to sleep on one of the benches (but kept one eye cracked at all time). I came to love all my sisters, but for months I couldn't get close to Eveline. She'd eat breakfast with us most mornings, her nose buried in a book, then race off to class or to the library. She'd be back in time to do her nightly duty, but I saw less or her than any of our family. I tried to be especially nice to her when I saw her. She wasn't mean to me again, like that first morning, but she wasn't friendly either. I was somebody she tolerated. I began to despair of getting to know her. Then one morning... "Melissa, do you know what today is?" Esther announced at breakfast. I thought... it wasn't a holiday or anything. "It's May 15... doesn't that mean anything thing to you?" Then it hit me. May 15th was my birthday... before. "Right," Esther said, reading my mind. "And it's your birthday now. You might change age and sex, but your birth date never changes. Your place in the Zodiac still rules who you are." "Surprise!" the others shouted, shoving gaily wrapped presents in front of me. I got some of the nicest things. Little Cindy gave me pair of earrings she had made and decorated herself. I put them on immediately and gave her a big hug and a kiss. Elliott gave me a pair of small, gold-plated dumbbells, so I could work out in my room. I gave him a big kiss (and a whispered promise of a better thank-you). Melody gave me a lovely silk scarf, while my big sister Bambi handed me a small flat box, I popped it open and found a delicate gold ankle bracelet. "It's a slave bracelet," Bambi said, giving me a hug. "They're so sexy on young girls." Eveline looked embarrassed. "I didn't have time to wrap it, but... here," she said, sliding an envelop towards me. I peeked inside and found two tickets to the Rodan exhibition at the Met. "I heard you say something about wanting to see it and I thought Bambi could take you..." "Oh, Eveline, it's a wonderful gift, thank you," I said. I was going to hug and kiss her, but I felt her shy away, so I settled for a little peck on the cheek. "What's the Rodan thing I'm supposed to take you to?" Bambi asked. "He's a French artist, the greatest sculptor who ever lived," Eveline said. "Hmmph, if you admire him that much, why don't you take her," Bambi said. For a moment, I was offended that Bambi didn't want to take me. But I looked at her and she gave me a little wink. I realized what she was doing. Go, big sister, I thought. "I've already seen it," Eveline said. "Besides, I need to spend some time in the library." "Oh, you're always in the library," Bambi said. Esther clapped her hands. "That's enough, girls," she said. "I haven't given Melissa my present yet." She stared at me for the longest time. "I know," she said. "For the rest of the day, I will lend you one of my slaves... your choice. One slave for one day." A little thrill ran through my body. "Oh, Esther... what a terrific gift," I said, leaping into her arms and giving her a wet open-mouthed kiss. "Make your choice, little one," she said. "I choose..." my eyes looked around the room. Bambi was, I saw, smiling eagerly. Elliott has a 'choose me' look. Cindy smiled shyly and even Melody looked on with good humor. But was there ever any doubt? "... Eveline," I said. She was the only one who didn't look at me. When she heard her name, she slammed closed the book she had been reading and threw her glasses to the table. "I knew it," she said in a bitter voice. "That will do, Eveline," Esther said. "I don't need to remind you that you owe me three more months of service. This is just as much an assignment as taking care of one of your Johns. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am," Eveline said in a subdued voice. "Esther... don't be mad at her," I said. "I shouldn't have picked her. I know she doesn't want to waste her time with me." "Oh, do be quiet," Esther said to me in a tired voice. "You made your choice and I will not brook the kind of behavior that I just witnessed. Melissa, you may go get dressed. Eveline, I want you to get dressed too - not in jeans and a sweatshirt, either... something nice so you can escort your little sister wherever she wants to go. She has control of you until midnight. You'll do everything she tells you, just as if it were coming from me. And if I hear you were not obedient and pleasant... I'll be very upset." Esther's last words were said softly, but with a menace that sent chills down my spine. Bambi dragged me to my bedroom and helped dress me in the schoolgirl outfit that we had purchased together during my first day in the city. I wore Cindy's earrings (even though they didn't really match the outfit) and Bambi's slave bracelet around my ankle. Eveline was waiting for us when we returned. She was wearing a simple, but stylish black mid-thigh dress with black hose and black pumps. Her hair, normally pulled in a tight bun, was hanging loose over her shoulders. Only her clunky dark glasses remained from the Eveline I had come to know. "Wow, you're beautiful," I exclaimed. Eveline blushed. She looked at Esther. "Is this okay with you," she said. Esther looked at her and nodded. Then she reached over and pulled the glasses off. "You can do without your protective coloration for a day," she said, turning to Bambi and I and whispering in a false sotto voice. "She just wears them for effect. Her eyesight is perfect." I thought Eveline was going to blow up, but she got control of herself, bent down to pick up her purse, then forced a smile. "Okay, sis," she said. "You're calling the shots. Where to?" "Well," I said. "I really would like to see that Rodan exhibit... if you wouldn't mind too terribly much seeing it again." Esther sniffed. "She'd love to see it again, wouldn't you, Eveline," Esther said. "Yeah, sure," she said in a sarcastic tone, then softening, "Oh, what the hell, you can't see Rodan too often... let's go, kid." She didn't say anything as we rode the elevator to the street. When we reached the sidewalk, she looked to our right and suggested we walk, since the Met was just nine blocks up the Avenue. The sidewalk was crowded with people and I was afraid of getting separated, so I reached over and took her hand. Eveline looked at me with surprise. "Jeez, are you a little baby?" she said. I let go of her hand. "I'm sorry," I said. She let out a long breath and shook her head. Then she reached down and took my hand in hers. "Yeah, let's hold hands and let everybody who sees us think we're a couple of kinky lesbian lovers," Eveline said. I giggled. "That would be fun, but I'll bet everybody we sees us thinks you're my big sister, taking her little sister out to the Museum to see the Rodan exhibit," I said. Eveline almost smiled at that. "Kid, that's kinkier than my idea," she said. I didn't say anything after that, hoping Eveline would open up to me, but she was content to walk in silence, holding my hand as we neared the Museum, the giant banner announcing the Rodan exhibit fluttering out front. Even on a weekday morning, there were mobs of people streaming through the doors, including whole groups of school kids. We traded our tickets for a pair of the cheap metal lapel pins that allowed us access to the galleries. Then we were inside and we really did need to hold hands to avoid being pushed apart in the mobbed corridors. There was a little more room in the great hall where Rodan's masterpieces were displayed. Eveline brushed off the attendant who was handing out the little printed guides to the exhibit. Instead, she led me through the room, telling me about the magnificent sculptures - what they were and what they meant. She pointed out the one of the grizzled old lady, cast in bronze. "Look at her closely, Melissa," she said. "If you stare long enough, you can see the beautiful young woman she used to be. That beautiful woman is still inside, trapped inside that decrepit old body. That's why Rodan is the master... because he can make us see things like that." I looked closely and imagined I really could see the beautiful woman inside the old hag. The revelation took my breath away and caused tears to form in my eyes. Eveline was still staring at the statue. "You know, looking at this piece reminds me of Bambi... sometimes I can look at that beautiful body of hers and I think I see the old hag that's still inside her." "Oh, Eveline... you're wrong," I said. "Bambi is as beautiful inside as she is on the outside. I'll bet she was a beautiful person when she was old and ugly." Eveline didn't answer. She took my hand and let me to the next sculpture. She told me about that one, but I wasn't listening. "Eveline, if I ask you a question, will you tell me the truth," I asked her. She looked at me strangely. "I don't suppose I have any choice," she said, lowering her voice. "I'm your slave." I shook my head. "Oh, I wouldn't tell Esther on you," I said. "Believe me, if I had known choosing you was going to get you in trouble, I would have picked someone else. I just... just wanted to spend some time with you." Eveline turned back to the marble we were camped in front of. It was a small statuette of Balzac, a study for the great statue he made for the French academy - that they rejected. "They shouted insults and threw garbage at it," Eveline said. "He draped Balzac in the sheet he always worked in. The members of the academy thought he had bamboozled them and done the sheet to avoid carving the body. They didn't know that underneath, Rodan had carved the body and only needed to strike the sheet with a hammer to reveal the form underneath." I stared at the small, yet dynamic figure behind the glass. "Look, even if you don't tell Esther I've been a bitch, she'll know," Eveline said. "She knows everything." "Then she'll know that I don't want to do anything to get you in trouble," I said. "She'll know that punishing you would spoil my birthday." Eveline turned to me and stared as if I was carved by Rodan. "What's with you?" she said. "Is your goody two-shoes act for real?" I stared right back at her, blinking back tears - whether from my exposure to Rodan or because I felt her pain, I don't know. "Look at me and decide for yourself," I said. "Look inside and see if you can see the ugly person I was before. Go ahead and look." She did, staring for the longest time. Then she shook her head. "No, you weren't an ugly person before," she said in a soft voice. "You couldn't have been and be the... person you are now. I... I'm sorry, Melissa. I know I've been awful to you, it's just..." Then she broke down and ran away. I followed as quickly as I could, but I would have lost her had she kept running. But after going about 20 yards, one of her heels broke and she tripped and almost fell. She regained her balance, but she instead of running again, she stopped and leaned against a pillar and cried. I caught up with her, just as the guard approached. "Young lady, do you need assistance," the guard said. Eveline couldn't answer, she was so upset. "She's okay, officer," I said. "I'll take care of her." He looked doubtful. "I don't know, she doesn't look okay," he said. "I better call for help." "No!" Eveline managed. I pulled the guard a few feet away. "Look, her boyfriend just dumped her here in the Rodan exhibit," I lied. "She thought he was going to propose and instead the bastard told her he was in love with another woman. He did it here because he thought she wouldn't make a scene in front of all these people." "The son of a bitch!" the guard said. "Yeah... look, she's my big sister... I'll take care of her... please." He nodded and gave me a fatherly pat on the head. I went back to Eveline and put my arms around her. The guard backed off, but I noticed that he kept his eyes on us. "Come on, let's get out of here," I said, bending over to pick up her broken shoe. "But you haven't seen all..." "I've seen enough," I said, dragging her toward the front door. "What did you tell that guard?" she asked. "I told him your boyfriend dumped you," I said. She started giggling. She was still crying, but I think the giggling helped. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. "First, we're going to find a place to fix your shoe, then we're going to get some lunch, then... we'll see." We had a wonderful afternoon. We ended up buying Eveline a new pair of shoes, instead of repairing her heels. She explained that she wasn't very comfortable in heels... she never wore them except for customers in bed. "You know what that's like - you don't actually get to walk in them." So we bought her a pair on nice flats, then we had a two hour lunch in a small cafe Bambi had showed me, then we walked through downtown Manhattan, holding hands like two lesbian lovers... or sisters. We went window shopping, spent some time in a bookstore, then stopped by Julliard's and crashed a rehearsal for a student concert. "Not the best Mozart, but any Mozart is worth listening to," she told me. About five in the afternoon, we went to Times Square and stood in line for cut-rate theater tickets. By the time we reached the ticket window, the tourists had gobbled up all the big-name shows, but Eveline suggested we buy two tickets for an off-Broadway production of Richard III. She sneered at the director's odd vision - they played Richard, as flamboyantly gay, which I gather from Eveline isn't how Shakespeare wrote it. "Still, the Bard's like Amadeus... it's hard to mess him up, even when you try." It was after 10 when we came out. I wanted to grab a little late supper before we had to return at midnight, but Eveline asked me if I'd mind following her lead. "You're still in control and if you want to have dinner in a restaurant, we will, but if you trust me, I think I can promise you something special," she said. I told her that as long as I was with my big sister, I'd happily follow her anywhere. That earned me a big smile. "Wow, Eveline, when you smile, you're so beautiful," I said. She gave me a wan look. "The difference between us is you want to be beautiful," she said. I was about to ask her about that, when she pulled me into a small delicatessen, where we ordered sandwiches, drinks and other goodies to go. Clutching the plastic bags with our dinner, she hailed a cab and directed the cabbie to an address on Central Park South, about three blocks from the Dakota. It was a tall, ritzy apartment building, but when Eveline showed the doorman a card, he let us in. Eveline led me to the elevator, then used a key to access the penthouse apartment. "Who do you know that lives in a penthouse?" I asked.