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Parallelalities - Take Two (Part 1 of Take 2) by Bill Hart With total disgust, Randy stared at his television. This was unbelievable. There was absolutely nothing worth watching on his new six-foot screen. Everything listed for the rest of the night was total crap or worse. And it wasn't just the six over-the-air networks airing such contemptible garbage. All two hundred channels on his newly expanded digital cable system were showing nothing he'd ever wanted to watch. Nights like these almost made him wish he had taken the time to make up with his girlfriend Julie Thomas. Although Randy definitely missed her, he didn't quite miss her enough that to consider calling her and asking her to come over. There were times when Julie could be a royal pain in the ass. And right this instant, she was right smack dab in the middle of one of those times. Lately, whenever they were together, she always seemed to be whining and grumbling about how much television he watched. She was always attempting to convince Randy he should be broadening his horizons. Julie wanted him watching a lot less television and reading a great many more books. And if that wasn't enough to drive him crazy, she always complained that he never took her anywhere. "That's total bullshit," he muttered. After all, it had just been six weeks ago he'd taken her to that book signing at the local bookstore where she'd wanted to go. He'd had a pair of free tickets - someone had sent them to him in the mail - for a taping of his favorite show that night. But he'd wound up taking her to the book signing; he'd have never heard the end of it from her if he hadn't. How could she say he never took her anywhere? A few days after attending the book signing, Randy had gone out for a short walk alone. When he returned to his apartment, he had a massive ancient tome - the mere word 'book' couldn't possibly describe it adequately - that he'd bought in an odd little book shop that was there that day and gone the next. According to the bearded and balding old proprietor, the massive tome was a repository of magical spells. After reading only the first few pages about the magical spells it contained, Randy had been thoroughly hooked. In a very real sense, their latest fight about how much money he'd spent buying the ancient tome had been Julie's fault. She'd been the one responsible for getting him interested in reading something other than the current issue of TV Guide. In fact, now that he had a little more time to consider what he should do, tonight seemed a perfect night for reading several more pages of his massive old spellbook. If only he had a test subject with which to work, he might be able to practice a few of the more interesting spells he'd already found. Doing a little practical magic would definitely be a better use of his time than listening to Julie relentlessly bitch and moan about how much money he'd spent on his tome. "Why can't there be some other alternatives to dating girls?" asked Randy into the air. Of course, finding some viable alternative to dating Julie until she finally got over her current snit would be more than sufficient. Shortly after Randy settled down in his chair and began reading from his ancient tome chockfull of magic spells, he suddenly looked up from the book as he heard several sirens blaring outside. Although the sirens sounded fairly close, Randy knew that some noises out on the street often sounded nearer than they actually were. His neighborhood had always been among the safest in town. Randy had no reasons to think any of the problems outside could possibly affect him. Besides, he wasn't even going outside tonight. And considering his apartment was on the second floor, Randy didn't consider the sirens or their cause as any real threat. The sirens were probably not that close anyway. Suddenly, an insistent heavy pounding on his front door startled Randy. "Who the hell can that be?" Randy wondered aloud. "I'm not expecting anyone tonight." Without stopping to consider any trouble he might be inviting by his action, Randy got up and slowly walked over to the door. He barely had time to open the door before a disheveled man he'd often wished it had never been his misfortune to meet shoved him back inside his apartment. "I think I should thank you for inviting me inside, Randy." "I didn't invite you inside, you stupid fucker," snarled Randy. "What the hell kind of shit are you in this time, Frank?" "It was an implied invitation," smiled Frank Mallory. "I knocked on your door; you opened it. That sounds suspiciously like an invitation to enter to me." "If I'd known it was you, I would have never answered the damn door," replied Randy. "You're one of the sorriest fuckups I've ever known in my whole life." "I'm sorry you feel that way, Randy. But I'm sure you know how things are sometimes. But I'd actually think you might be glad I came along tonight. I saw this weird looking dude outside watching your place like a hawk ready to pounce on its prey. But he quickly disappeared once I showed up at your door." Frank shook his head. "You know I can't help being who I am, Randy. Besides, what would Julie think if she found out you thought her favorite cousin was a totally fucked up loser?" "Leave Julie out of this." "I'd really like to, believe me I would, Randy. But even you must know I'd really hate bursting Julie's bubble. She has this image of me being totally perfect." "I wonder where she managed to pick up that load of bull," snapped Randy. "But since you wouldn't be standing here otherwise, what the hell do you want from me?" "I knew you'd understand me in your own way," replied Frank. "Julie thinks a lot of you, you know. She's always told me if I had any really big problems that I could count on you fixing them up for me." "What the fuck are you talking about, Frank?" "I'm on the lam. And right now, I'm afraid I'm running for my very life," replied Frank. "When I told my pretty cousin Julie I needed a place to hide for a while, she suggested you might be able to hide me somehow." "Who the hell are you running from? And just what the fuck do you and Julie think I can do about it?" "Who I'm running from is unimportant - at least it is, if you value your continued health. But I'm sick and tired of constantly running away from these people. I've finally decided enough is enough; I'm going to quit running. Julia and I were thinking I could hide out here with you. I think my hiding out in plain sight will totally confuse them." "You're crazy, Frank." "I might seem so at first," replied Frank with one of his grins Randy had never liked. "But I'm sure you might be surprised by just how much I figure you can do for me." Randy made a slow deliberate move towards the phone. "I think I'd better call the cops. I'm sure they can protect you better than I can." "Please don't call them," replied an obviously very nervous Frank. "I doubt the police will be of much help. All things considered, they'd rather see me caught by those chasing for me and be done with me all together. And if you were to call them, I will almost guarantee that Julie will never speak to you again." Randy sighed, calmly reseating himself in his chair. "Just what the hell do you think I can do for you, Frank?" "Julie told me how you've been learning magic spells from this old book you bought a few weeks ago," smiled Frank. "If that's true and you can actually cast magical spells, then I was thinking you might help me evade those people chasing me." "And just how do you figure I'm supposed to do that, Frank?" "I have plenty of doubts, but Julie seems to think you can actually work magic," replied Frank. "But if it's true, then I was thinking you might look in that odd old book of yours and then cast one of your handy dandy mystical spells on me. You could easily make me look totally different than I do now. Anyone looking for me could then look right at me and never know they were looking at me." Randy shook his head slowly. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "C'mon man. You'd be doing me... as well as my cousin Julie... a really big favor," smiled Frank. "Just think about what's possible for a few minutes. "With you dating Julie, you could turn me into your brother. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like having an identical twin brother?" Randy glared at Frank. The thought of Frank becoming his brother was perfectly horrible and totally unacceptable. Randy slowly shook his head. "No, not really," he simply replied. "I've never seriously thought about that either," replied Frank. "It would probably be very difficult convincing anyone I was really your twin brother, especially when everyone who knows you knows you don't have a twin. Of course, if your powers included bending reality to your will that would be a different story. But if you can't do that, then you can't. There's no sense considering anything you can't do. What do you say, Randy? Will you or won't you help me out here?" Randy was not overly thrilled about helping out Julie's asswipe cousin. On the other hand, he had been looking for a suitable test subject on which to practice a few spells. Frank might prove very useful for once in his life. "There might be a way of doing what you want. I was just reading over this spell that might work when you arrived. From everything I've read, it would alter your appearance so completely that even your own mother would never recognize you as being her child." "I knew you'd help me out," smiled Frank. "I suppose it's the least I can do for Julie's favorite cousin," replied Randy. And, he thought to himself, this would very likely be an exceptionally interesting experiment. Frank couldn't keep from smiling. He'd always known all that time he'd spent kissing up to his goody-goody bitch of a cousin would someday pay off big time for him. And today, with his ass clearly in mortal danger, was finally that day. "When do we start whatever it is you're going to do?" "Right now is good for me," replied Randy. "And I would suspect that the sooner you cease looking like you current self the better off you'll be." "You got that right, Randy. What do I have to do?" "Actually, you don't have very much to do." Randy went over to his desk and pulled something out of a drawer. After carefully unfolding it, he spread it out, just as carefully, on the floor. "What the hell is that?" asked Frank. "It's called an Insta-Pentagram," replied Randy. "There's no fuss and no muss when you use one of these in place of a regular pentagram. An added plus is it's totally unbreakable from within, which can be very useful in some circumstances." It was also completely unnecessary in this case - Randy had decided that was something Frank didn't need to know - but it would easily contain him until Randy was ready to release him. Randy placed tall candles at each of the pentagram's five points, then lit each of them counter-clockwise in turn. "What am I supposed to do?" asked Frank curiously. "All you have to do is stand inside the Insta-Pentagram, while I read the spell from the tome. If everything goes according to plan, then you'll soon be someone your own mother would never recognize as her son. "If everything goes... according to plan?" asked Frank. "Don't worry about that. It's just one of those standard disclaimers used in the magic business. Besides, just what could possibly go wrong?" "I suppose you're right," sighed Frank. "At this moment, I don't really have a whole lot of other options available." Frank nervously stepped into the pentagram. "I guess I'm ready for whatever must be done, Randy." Randy opened the ancient tome to a page of a spell he'd previously marked. "This shouldn't hurt you a bit, Frank. And in just a few moments, you should look totally different." Randy began reading the spell from the tome. "Twine if as nite us phiy, Nuteh du sad laf mev mait, Repith staf nihe vhu shais, Late lan vastam senihe shafl." Although Frank realized he should have asked Randy how he was going to change him before, he knew it was better late than never. But when Frank finally decided to ask Randy how his odd-sounding spell would affect him, he quickly discovered - quite to his surprise - that he could neither speak nor move. Suddenly, Frank wondered if his asking Randy for help had been such a great idea. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. Even though Frank had no idea what Randy's spell was doing to him, he couldn't deny the simple fact that the body he'd had his entire life was apparently, not to mention quite impossibly, undergoing some kind of transformation into someone... or possibly something... else. But who or what was he going to become? The distraught Frank had no idea. Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he speak? And if nothing else, Frank sure as hell didn't like the way his body was constantly tingling all over. Then, just as unexpectedly as it had all begun, those disquieting tingling sensations abruptly ended. Standing within the pentagram, Frank could still neither speak nor move. But that didn't prevent him from observing Randy, as he slowly circled the pentagram in which he stood. He found the odd way Randy kept staring at him quite unnerving. And, as if that bothersome look of his wasn't enough, Frank definitely had several qualms about the equally strange smile plastered all over Randy's face. "This isn't too bad for my first attempt at this. I think only a few additional minor adjustments will be necessary." Minor adjustments? Frank wondered what kind of minor adjustments Randy had in mind. He was also wondering, minor adjustments to what? After Randy flipped back a few pages in the old tome, he smiled. "I really think these additional changes will be absolutely perfect for what you had in mind. Now just relax, Frank. I don't think this should take very long." Frank relaxed, just as he'd been told. But he was still very worried. Sure he felt relaxed. But it wasn't as if he'd had another choice. Randy began reading from the tome again. "Lacs gruitem, viath phan, Liar puhur ge saery ret, Fahkem nime shuv umdu stame floohter. Sty urgs if braim if ste britz, Greiths du surdy-fax dracfe-Tai ghutzun, Geiody du ekwih ste busnetz Wemof, Gy nem ge puwedet imt priwet, Dorm vunem braim vast emwy." Once again Frank felt that incredibly odd tingling begin spreading throughout his entire body. He really wished he knew into who or what he was being transformed. Frank also wondered what kind of language Randy had been speaking; he'd never heard anything quite like it before. He hadn't totally believed Julie about any of this magic shit. But that had been before he'd begun physically changing into another person as a result of Randy's spell. After a few seconds, the tingling ceased again. Frank saw Randy examining him from top to bottom, from side to side, and from just about every other angle he possibly could. Frank found Randy'd weird actions very irritating. If only he could move, he'd knock that silly asinine grin right off Randy's face. "You know, I was right. I do think this is a much better look," said Randy with that exasperating smile. Frank wondered what his cousin's boyfriend meant by 'much better'. 'Much better' than what? "By now, I'm sure you've begun wondering just how I've transformed you." Frank's irritated look turned to one of surprise. He wondered if Randy could somehow be reading his mind now. That, at least, would come in handy, since he could no longer speak. "Don't look so surprised, Frank. Wondering what my spells might have done to you is probably the most logical thing you could be thinking right now." As he spoke to Frank, Randy turned to a page several hundred pages earlier. Looking around the room for something suitable to change, Randy's eyes soon fixed on that horrid chair Frank had given him for no apparent reason last Christmas. He had never really liked the thing, but now he could do something about it. "Pliar du ny fabhd ussemfawe Dorm amdu ste soff-hembst imdakwe nassur Hake stid us ste vadpl am Phuv Vhade." As Frank watched, that cheap chair he'd given Randy last Christmas just to get rid of the ugly thing slowly mutated into a full-length mirror in an antique frame. Although he wasn't too upset by what Randy had done - the mirror was definitely an improvement over the chair - he wondered what reason Randy had for doing it now. "Go take a look at yourself in the mirror, Frank. I'm sure you'll be impressed with the end results of my spells." Frank wobbled unsteadily, as he took his first step towards the mirror. Being able to move again came as a complete surprise. But he remained wobbly and unsteady with each new step he took. His body felt very peculiar and totally out of balance. Something definitely wasn't right about his body. But Frank didn't need to see his reflection to know his hair had somehow grown out over the tops of his shoulders. And that great weight he now felt hanging on his chest could only be caused by one thing - even if he didn't want to believe he now had a massive pair of female boobs. And finally, on top of everything else, he had no compelling need to reach down and examine his crotch just to verify that Randy's spell had also taken his manhood. But regardless of everything he'd discovered without the mirror, Frank still stared at himself (or should that now be herself) once he'd finally reached the antique mirror. He couldn't really help himself. As a girl, he'd become stunningly gorgeous. This girl being reflected by the mirror had green eyes and silky flame red hair that flowed over his shoulders and covered the tops of his breasts. By his own somehow infallible estimate, Frank knew, even if he didn't want to believe what he saw, he now possessed a pair of 46DDD tits. Frank stared at the chest of his reflection. He'd always loved girls that had big boobs. Watching a buxom girl's tits bounce and jiggle while she walked was something Frank had always found erotically stimulating. But Frank never would have imagined that one day he'd ever possess a large pair of his own. And they were definitely his. When he'd simply touched one of them, he'd been aroused by shivers of pleasure. Even though engrossed in gawking at his buxomy reflection, the growing dampness in his reformed crotch soon made Frank realize that, if he were his real male self again, he would probably be hard as a rock at the sight of this busty redhead he'd become. But the thoughts of how he'd react to himself as a man resulted in a quite unwelcome stray thought suddenly intruding into Frank's consciousness. Quickly turning around, Frank stared at Randy, his green eyes growing wide at the sight of the enormous unmistakable bulge at Randy's crotch straining mightily to burst free from his pants. "You wouldn't dare," whispered Frank, feeling suddenly uncertain and quite vulnerable. But Randy only grinned in response. "Don't even think about doing that with me!" exclaimed Frank in a tone of voice that surprised him. His voice was not only soft and dulcet, but it also dripped pure sex. Less than an hour earlier, Frank would have considered hearing this voice quite enticing. But how could he possibly think that now? This sensual sounding voice was now his own voice. "Oh shit!" he swore in a voice just as arousing as it was sensual. And then, without any warning, Frank passed out. * * * * * Parallelalities - Take Two (Part 2 of Take 2) by Bill Hart * * * * * Frank moaned softly as his senses slowly returned. As he opened his eyes and looked around, he didn't think he'd been out for very long. But he found being sprawled out on the couch surprising, since he had no clue how he got there. Absently, his hands began exploring his body. Frank was stunned by everything his hands discovered. "I thought - I'd hoped - everything that had happened was just a bad dream." He sighed, lightly fingering the sensitive nipples of his new large breasts. "What happened to you wasn't a dream at all, Frank. It is very real," smiled Randy. "According to several notations in my tome, someone experiencing a change of sex can often be traumatized and disoriented for a while." "According to your stupid book?" snapped Frank. "You cast that damn spell on me. Didn't you know for sure how I'd be affected?" "Of course not," replied Randy. "How could I possibly know with any real certainty how you'd react? This was the first time I've ever cast that spell. And surely you must know I would never cast that spell on myself. I'm quite happy being male; I've never had any desire to be a woman." "God damn it, Randy. Neither have I." Once again, Frank shivered as he slowly ran his hands across his large breasts. "But you certainly didn't hesitate in casting some stupid spell that changed me into a busty one. And you never even asked me if I wanted to be a girl. Did you?" "But you told me you wanted to hide somewhere you could never be found. An no one is going to believe you're you, my dear." "Don't call me that!" Frank glared angrily at Randy. "How does hiding me have anything to do with you changing me into a girl? Couldn't you have just changed me in some other guy?" "I suppose I could have. But just think about what I've done this way, Frank. No one out looking for Frank Mallory is ever going to believe that someone who looks as hot as you do now is really him." "You arrogant fucking asshole," snarled Frank sexily, as he crossed his arms under his new breasts and began tapping his foot in a decidedly feminine huff. "I want you to cast another of your stupid spells and change me back into a guy immediately!" "I'm sure you'll feel better if you just take a good look at yourself in the mirror." "I've already seen what you did to me." But suddenly, even though Frank had no intention of standing up or seeing his reflection, he nevertheless stood and made his way towards the mirror. Oddly, as he was walking - his gait seemed far more sexy and slinky than it really should - his body this odd unmistakable sense of rightness about it. His every movement, including the sway of his ass and the bounce in his breasts, just felt, for lack of a more adequate description, totally and perfectly natural. "What the hell did you do to me after I passed out?" But Frank arrived in front of the mirror before Randy could begin answering his question. In stunned disbelief, Frank stared at his reflection. He didn't know when it had happened or why he hadn't noticed it before, but he was now dressed in a tight mid-thigh length skirt that revealed smooth slinky legs and a skimpy top that clearly highlighted the charms of his new feminine endowments. "I didn't think we had very much time for arguing. I don't know how I can possibly know this, but I'm absolutely certain whoever is looking for you is constantly getting closer. So while you slept, I simply cast another spell from my tome that made your current physical state your natural one. That pretty girl reflected by the mirror is now the girl your body believes itself to be." "What the hell are you talking about?" But in spite of all his objections, Frank could feel his body becoming aroused at the mere sight of his cousin's boyfriend. Frank was annoyed with himself for feeling what he considered an unnatural attraction for another guy. And even if he considered Randy kind of cute, he was also annoyed with his cousin's boyfriend for putting him in the untenable position of feeling that attraction. Despite his now decidedly female appearance and his increasingly feminine mannerisms, Frank knew he was still a guy. "Change me back into a guy right now!" he demanded. "I don't want to hide out as a girl." "You really shouldn't fight these feelings. It'll be a lot easier for you that way." "Fuck you, asshole." "We can do this your way, Frank." In the mirror, Frank could see Randy shuffling through the pages of that old book. He wasn't surprised when Randy began reading another spell from it. "Sty nihemetz us namt hufes neimamb Stambs nimhy mu humber liwe ancurd Am guyleat, stame tefare vif senihe du ge If stame vafles vooht liwe nite stoo, muv barh stai ire." "What the hell did you do to me this time?" asked Frank nervously, the sexy timbre of his voice no longer noticeably bothering him. While Frank continued admiring his altered self in the mirror, he knew with an absolute certainty something about him had definitely been changed as a result of Randy's latest spell. Since he didn't feel or look any different than he had before, Frank had no idea what Randy could have possibly done to him. But one thing was puzzling him. Since he'd never told anyone his secret, how had Randy known he'd always wanted to be a pretty girl just like this one looking back at him from the mirror? Randy couldn't possibly have guessed his closely guarded secret. But he also hoped he hadn't overdone it when he demanded Randy change him back. "I'm one really hot babe now," Frank mumbled, as he ran his hand slowly across the nubile curves of his delightfully new feminine frame. And at that moment, his sense of self shifted dramatically as his mental state entered into an acceptable agreement with the physical. No longer did Frank consider herself a male transformed; she was now a young woman, just like she'd always wished to be when she was a young boy. Frank wondered why she'd been so worried about the clothes she was wearing. She knew they were a little tight, but a lot of the girls she'd known when she was boy had liked wearing tight clothes. And since she was a girl herself now - she felt this overriding need to fit in - tight was just the way she liked wearing her clothes. They made her feel incredibly sexy. And, not that she had any thoughts of needing help in that department, wearing tight clothes obviously made her look really hot. And she knew how much guys loved hot looking babes. Her thoughts also made Frank wonder why she'd thought anything might be wrong or unnatural with her finding the boyfriend of her cousin so damned handsome and adorable. After all, Randy was just a guy - a really cute guy for that matter - and now that she was girl, she had found herself with no problems liking guys. And the cuter a guy was, the more she liked him. From now on, she'd definitely be enjoying the company of guys. And yet, she was still aware that something must obviously be very wrong. "Is something still bothering you, Frank?" Frank didn't know how to answer Randy's question. Her head was swimming in circles; she felt very confused about everything. There was something all wrong with her current situation - she just knew it. However, the only real problem she had was not knowing what it could possibly be. But when she turned to face Randy in an attempt to explain how odd she was feeling, Frank had this sudden irresistible urge - along with all the arousal that went with it - to pull Randy close and kiss him in the manner of a doctor performing an emergency tonsillectomy. When Frank pulled back, she suddenly began giggling. While she was looking Randy squarely in the eye, she suddenly knew exactly what her problem was; it was something only Randy could fix. "Now that I'm such an awesomely hot babe," she smiled, turning back to gaze at her beauty in the mirror, "I don't think I want to be called something as silly as Frank anymore. I mean, take a real good look at me," she said, while posing sexily before the mirror. "You certainly can't believe a dumb name like Frank suits me anymore. If we're going to be living here together for a while, then I really think I deserve a brand new name." Frank giggled again. "I mean, if you're constantly calling out 'Hey Frank!' in reference to me, our friends will probably be horribly confused." Randy was surprised his latest spell had worked out so well. "You're right, of course. I should have thought about than myself." Randy swiftly thumbed through his trusty tome again. "I think casting this spell should be more than satisfactory," he smiled. And once Randy began reading the new spell from the old book, Frank's beautiful green eyes rapidly glazed over. "Stame surner fehs muv shais Mines ge mines, mustamb mure Ge stai mud vhu stoo vere Muv ge stai fle vhu stoo ird Am cith tays, am stufe yed du pune Ikr stai kmuv styfehs, Frannie Mallory." "How are you feeling now, Frannie?" asked Randy, as he gently caressed the girl's amply endowed breasts. "Better I hope." Frannie Mallory, formerly Frank Mallory in the eyes of the world, slowly shook her head before opening her eyes. She took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm feeling as hot and horny as ever, Randy honey." Fascinating, thought Randy. He then decided on another quick test of the girl standing before him. "Would you mind telling me something, Frannie? Would it bother you to tell me what you think of Julie?" "You know I try never to think about my whiny cousin when you and I are together, babe. She's nothing but a goddamn selfish bitch - you know it and I know it - and she's always been that way. What more can I possibly add that you don't already now about her?" Frannie slid her slender arms about Randy's waist and smiled. "You want to know something interesting? I gave you that antique mirror last Christmas in an attempt to make you think more about me. It took longer than I expected it would, but it finally worked itself out; eventually you figured out you and me was a better combination than you and her." Randy was surprised by the fact that Frannie thought she'd given him the mirror last Christmas. Less than an hour ago, it hadn't even been a mirror. At that time, it had been just a cheap chair Frank had wanted to get rid of. Perhaps reality was still making its own minor adjustments as some form of compensation for the spells he'd cast. "Julie's obviously a total fool," continued Frannie, never noticing the lapse in Randy's attention. "She let you get away from her. But you were always too good for her anyway. Besides, her loss is my gain. Isn't it, babe?" Frannie pulled Randy to her and kissed him once more with a fervent unmatchable passion. And a moment later, followed by a highly suggestive smile, Frannie asked, "Why don't we go to our room, lover?" But before Randy could answer Frannie's question, someone began pounding on the door. Frannie was annoyed with this new unanticipated interruption. Nothing angered her more than having some unexpected bastard arrive at their door, especially when she and Randy had decided on heading for the bedroom they'd been sharing since she'd moved in with him. "Who the fuck can that be?" she swore. "I suppose I'd better answer the door." But before Randy could take a step towards it, whoever was outside began impatiently banging on it again. "It must be some really impatient bastards come calling," snarled Frannie. She turned and glared at Randy. "Or might that actually be just one impatient little bitch outside?" she asked jealously. "Is that why you were asking me about my cousin Julie? Does she think she can steal you back from me?" "Believe me, babe, I have no idea who's out there," replied Randy. He wasn't overly enthused with this new jealous streak that had somehow taken hold of Frannie. He was fairly certain there had been nothing in any of the spells he'd cast on her to promote such strong jealousy. Perhaps her new reality was still readjusting. But if that new green streak of hers got much worse, he'd have to scan the tome for some spell to reduce her new overpossessiveness to a level more bearable. But first, he'd have to find out who was at the door. As he walked toward the door, Randy wondered if any of the people waiting for someone to answer the door were the same people looking for Frank. He'd seen no sense in informing Frannie of his suspicions. Assuming she still remembered someone was out to get her, Randy had decided telling her might only freak her out needlessly. When Randy opened the door, two men in expensive suits - one man thin as a rail, the other stout as a barrel - stood there expressionlessly. Randy wondered what kind of business Frank might have been doing with men like them, although it was readily apparent why he'd wanted to avoid them. Each man flashed badges so quickly that neither Frannie nor Randy recognized what they represented. But given the obvious cost of their tailored suits, not to mention those unmistakable bulges in their coat pockets, Randy was convinced their badges were totally bogus. The thin one began, "We'd like to ask you a few questions." "That is, if you don't mind," the stout one finished. "I hope this won't take very long. My Randy and I had made plans for this evening." "This should not take long at all, ma'am," replied the stout man, as he and his thin companion stared obsessively at Frannie's breasts. Unable to mistake their lustful interest in her body for anything other than what it was, Frannie could only smile. Their interest in my body isn't all that unusual, she thought with some amusement. After all, these men were obviously little more than two typical men with overly conspicuous breast fetishes. And Frannie had always known her well-developed bust had a tendency to promote that effect on men like them. "Why don't you go wait for me in our room, babe? I'm sure I'll be along in just a few minutes. I'll join you there once I've answered whatever questions they feel they must ask me." "Whatever you say, lover," replied Frannie, sensually blowing a kiss in Randy's direction. "Just make sure you don't take too long," she smiled. "I'd really hate to waste this incredibly horny mood I'm in." "Before you go, ma'am," said the stout man, "We would also like to ask you some questions." "If you don't mind," added the thin man. "Why should I mind answering any of your questions?" asked Frannie. "I've got nothing to hide," she smiled, while watching the two men squirm uncomfortably. "Ask me whatever questions you'd like. But I'm sure I know nothing about whatever it is you want know." "Maybe. Maybe not, ma'am." "But there are still a few questions we must ask both of you anyway." "Then ask away," smiled Frannie. As a young boy, she knew she would have never flirted so openly with men like these; she would have definitely avoided them. But now that she was a desirable young woman, things were totally different. Frannie had always enjoyed being at the center of men's attentions - even men like these. She casually wondered if she were to ask them the color of her eyes, whether either of them would correctly answer green. But given the way they'd been constantly ogling her breasts since they arrived, Frannie considered that possibility highly doubtful. "What is your name?" "Frannie Mallory." The two men exchanged puzzled glances. "How long have you been living here?" "I don't know why that should be important," replied Frannie. "I moved in here just a couple of weeks ago. It was right after Randy broke up with his last girlfriend." The stout man shuffled swiftly through his notes. "That would be, a Miss Thomas. Wouldn't it?" "It certainly would be," replied Frannie huffily, her new green streak clearly in evidence. "Julie Thomas has always been a whiny little bitch." She smiled at Randy. "I really don't know how my Randy could have put up with all her shit for as long as he did." "We've already spoken with this Miss Thomas," said the thin man. "How long have you known her." He frowned as he added, "She knew nothing overly useful." "That certainly sounds like Julie all right," snapped Frannie. "I've known her quite a while. She might be one of my cousins, but I could never really think of her as a friend. We went to the same schools. But even when we were in grade school, we were always fighting over Randy here. Not all that unexpectedly, she lost." Frannie flashed a wide grin at Randy. "Julie has always been a spoiled little bitch who constantly whines whenever she doesn't get her own way. I grew out of my little girl stage; Julie never did." "I can't imagine a time, when anyone could have possibly considered you a little girl, Ms. Mallory." Frannie smiled at the stout man's oddly worded compliment. At the same time, she assumed his thin partner was also thinking about her along those same lines. These two were like peas in a pod. In all probability, neither of them would ever manage to observe anything of her past her ample breasts. Even though Frannie knew men could become rather silly around buxomy women at times, these two peculiar men seemed far sillier than any other men she'd ever known. The two men huddled together, speaking back and forth in low whispers. To Frannie, they almost seemed annoyed about something. But Randy was worried they - even though he considered neither of them overly bright - might have connected Frannie with Frank. Randy now knew he'd made a mistake - a really dumb one. He should have realized it before Frannie had told them her last name. Why hadn't he changed Frannie's last name at the same time he'd changed Frank's first name? Randy was afraid Frannie was going to wind up paying for his stupidity. "We have a few questions for you, Mr. Taylor." "How long have you lived here?" "That depends on what you mean by here," replied Randy. "If I assume you're talking about how long I've lived in this apartment, then the answer is ten years." Both men frowned. "Do you know a man about your age named Frank Mallory?" "Yes. He's Julie's cousin," answered Randy quickly. "He's also as big an asshole as Julie is a bitch," added Frannie. "She never mentioned you," commented the thin man. "I'm not surprised. When she thinks about me, it reminds her she lost Randy to me." "We're getting a little off track," said the stout man. Turning back to Randy, he asked, "When was the last time you saw him?" "It's been several weeks, at least," replied Randy. "Frank Mallory is always trying to interest me in one of his get rich quick schemes. But they never work out. He and I have never really had much in common; he's too much of a con man for me." And this time Frannie remained silent. "Is that who you're looking for?" The thin man stared at Frannie. But he wasn't staring at her breasts. Clearly something other than lust was on his mind. "We can't say for certain, Mr. Taylor. You must understand it's a private matter." Randy wondered again what kind of business Frank had been doing with these men or, far more likely, the people for whom they worked. But after thinking about that for only a few moments, Randy was glad he didn't know. And he wasn't about to ask. "If either of you sees Frank Mallory, we would appreciate you calling us immediately." The stout man handed Randy a slip of paper. "Have either of you noticed anything or anyone suspicious in the last few days?" "I can't remember seeing anything suspicious," replied Randy. "I'm really sorry I can't be of more help." "You know, I saw someone really suspicious earlier," said Frannie. "Just as I got home this evening, I saw this oddly dressed weird guy skulking about outside. I couldn't see his face, but he looked like he was up to no good. But now that I think about it, I think that man was just about the same size as Frank Mallory." "Interesting." "No one else has mentioned anything about an oddly dressed man," said the thin man after shuffling through his notes. "Then I think we should try finding him. We need to check him out." "Thank you both for all your time." "And for all your help." "No problem at all," chorused Randy and Frannie. "I just hope you catch that slimeball Frank Mallory," smiled Frannie. "Don't you worry about that, Miss," said the thin man. "We always get our man." Fat chance of that, thought Randy with a quick glance towards Frannie. Although he still wondered why neither of them had made any comments about Frannie's last name being Mallory. "We must be on our way," said the stout man. "And don't worry about showing us out, Miss. We'll let ourselves out." As the two men turned to leave, the thin man turned to his stout companion. "I can't really explain it, but there's something unusual about that girl," he whispered. And then, after lowering his voice still further, he added, "Just what do you think about those humongous gazongas of hers?" The stout man whispered back, "I've been wondering whether or not they're completely natural. I definitely wouldn't mind conducting an examination of my own to find out. But unless she's somehow Frank Mallory in drag, which is pretty damned unlikely, we don't have time to waste thinking about the babe right now. I'm sure you know the boss will have our asses cast in concrete if we fail to bring him this Mallory dude tonight." Frannie felt and looked relieved, while watching the men walk through the door, then close it behind them. "Can you believe those two are dumber than they look, Randy? They were looking for Frank Mallory?" With a typically girlish giggle, she innocently added, "I wonder what that bastard tried putting over on them?" "Aren't you worried about Frank?" "Not really," replied Frannie. "My cousin's a big boy now; I'm sure he can take care of himself." With a giggle, she added, "I'm also sure he's hidden someplace where they'll never find him in a million years." "Frank's your cousin?" asked Randy. He wondered how long reality would continue readjusting. "Are you all right?" asked Frannie with a mixture of concern and surprise. "You've known that Frank's my cousin for as long as you've known us. His father and my daddy are brothers. And Julie's mother is their sister. "And did you notice - given their suspicious nature - neither of those fools realized Frank and I have the same last name? They missed an obvious clue. I'll bet if they took a good long look in any mirror, they wouldn't notice anything peculiar." "I'm just glad they're gone," said Randy, although he was wondering how much of Frannie remained Frank. It couldn't be much, given the way reality had kept readjusting and how Frannie apparently now considered Frank another person. On the other hand, Frank had always been a con artist. "I'm glad they're gone too, lover." Suddenly Frannie smiled at Randy. "Do you remember what we were about to do before those dweebs showed up at our door?" But she didn't wait for his answer. "I know exactly where we were going and what we were going to do once we got there. I'm still feeling hornier than hell, you know. Why don't we run to our room as quickly as we can before some other stupid bastard shows up on our doorstep attempting to spoil our evening's fun." "That sounds like the perfect plan to me, Frannie." Although there seemed to be little of Frank in her thoughts or actions, Randy wasn't entirely certain whose bedroom performance he was about to measure. On the other hand, he wasn't all that sure if it even mattered. Arm in arm, they strolled to their room. And several hours later, when they returned to watch a little television, Randy had no doubts - he never really had - about his girl. She was definitely and unequivocally all Frannie, just as Randy now knew she'd always been. The End