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Parallelalities - The Serial Take (Part 1 of 5) by Bill Hart Randy stared at his television totally disgusted. He simply couldn't believe all the worthless crap that was being put out on his new six-foot screen. And the garbage wasn't coming from just the six over-the-air networks. Even his recently expanded digital cable system had absolutely nothing he considered worth taking the time to watch on any of its over two hundred channels. Tonight was going to be one hell of a night. It was the nights like these - one with no television to watch - that almost made Randy wish he'd made up with his girlfriend Julie Thomas. Although he doubted Julie would ever believe him, he really did miss her, in spite of her incessant whining and moaning. Julie's current pet peeve - she always seemed to have at least one - was centered on how much television Randy watched. Of late, she was constantly telling him that he should work at broadening himself. She wanted him to watch a lot less television and read many more books. And no matter what else might be bothering her at the moment, she was continually complaining - to anyone who would listen - that he never took her anywhere. "What a load of bullshit that is," mumbled Randy. After all, it was just six weeks ago that he'd taken her to the taping - with those free tickets someone had mysteriously sent him through the mail - of one of his favorite shows. Randy wondered how Julie could say he never took her anywhere. But he'd still tried to do something that would mollify her. In his attempt to convince her that he was actually paying attention to what she kept harping about, Randy had gone out by himself and bought a really big and very ancient tome - no one would ever dare think of using the mere word 'book' to describe it. This tome was massive. And it was, according to that strange old man with the scraggily gray whiskers from whom he'd bought it, full of many useful magical spells. Randy had always known Julie was into that kind of stuff, but he'd only read the first few pages before he'd quickly become bored and lost interest. The real truth of the matter was even simpler. Randy always found more than enough interesting reading material in the current issue of TV Guide. But Randy also realized that tonight - with nothing but seemingly endless crap showing on every channel - would have been the perfect night to try convincing Julie he wasn't the totally engrossed couch potato she continually insisted he was. But it was still probably too late to call her tonight. Julie made no bones about how much she disliked being called by anyone at the last minute. "Girls can be such a pain sometimes," he mumbled. "Sometimes I really wish I had some other viable alternatives to dating girls?" "Maybe I should just go to a movie," he mused sullenly. "Nah, that would never work. I hate going to movies by myself. Even if I went to that video rental place down the street, a movie would probably cost a lot more than I really want to spend just to see it." And then Randy had an odd idea. He mumbled to himself, "Maybe one of my neighbors will have something interesting on video they'll let me borrow." Randy knew that wasn't very likely - most of his neighbors had the crappiest taste in movies imaginable - but there was always that highly unlikely possibility one of them might actually surprise him for once. As he neared his door, Randy heard several blaring sirens from outside. Oddly, the strange acoustics of his apartment made them all sound very close. Their seeming proximity made Randy wonder if he should make the attempt to go ask his neighbors anything at all. However, for the entire past decade that he'd lived in this apartment, this had always been one of the safest neighborhoods in the area. He'd never heard of anyone having any problems in the neighborhood. As a result, Randy had no real reasons to imagine he might encounter any problems simply going over to ask one of the neighbors about borrowing a movie for the night. Besides, his apartment was situated on the second floor of the complex and, after taking into account the unusual acoustics of his apartment, those sirens couldn't possibly be anywhere as near as they sounded. Randy opened the door. But before he could set one foot outside his apartment, an oddly disheveled man he didn't recognize quickly shoved Randy back inside. "I really must thank you for finally inviting me inside, Randy Taylor," grinned the odd stranger. "I didn't invite you in and you know it, you goddamn fucker," snarled Randy in a snappy response. He glared angrily at the man. "And just how the hell do you know my name anyway? I don't have the slightest idea who you might be." The stranger calmly grinned back. "It was an implied invitation," he replied calmly. "After all, you opened your door just as I was going to knock on it. What else but an invitation would you call that? You know, I've been watching you for quite a while now. I've learned many things about you. And now that we're here together, I know a great many more things about you, Randy." "That's total bullshit and you know it," snapped Randy. "I've never once seen you watching me. So how the hell can you know anything about me? As far as I can tell, you're just some totally fucked up perverted little jerkoff trying to shake me down for some unknown reason. I don't have the slightest idea who the fuck you are." "A poor choice of words on my part. You would have never seen me watching you, unless I allowed it. And any names by which we are currently known are at best unimportant, as well as potentially circumspect, at this moment, Randy. Besides, I doubt you'd ever be able to correctly pronounce my true name anyway, as you lack the ability to vocalize it properly. I also learn things very quickly, Randy. As a result of simply touching you as I entered, whatever knowledge you had then, I also know now." The unknown man perused Randy's apartment and smiled. "I think this place will be just perfect for me. I really believe I'm going to enjoy living here." "You must be crazier than a loon," snarled Randy. "I'm not even looking for a roommate. And even if I were, it sure as hell wouldn't be someone like you. I'd have to be damned before I'd let you move in here with me tonight." "It shouldn't have to come to that," grinned the stranger. "First of all, I'm afraid you've misunderstood my intentions somewhat. My grasp of your language is still incomplete. I'm not planning on moving in tonight, Randy. The truth is I've been living here for the past ten years." "Like hell you have, asshole," snarled Randy. "A few of your screws must have come loose. I've been living here for the past ten years. And I've always lived alone. Just ask anyone in this complex." "That's precisely what I meant, Randy," replied the stranger. "And that's also one of the reasons that makes both you and this place so perfect for me. But it definitely didn't hurt that you've always been such a total pain in the ass to nearly all the people you know." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "In your rather quaint vernacular, I'm just a guy, such as I am, on the lam. I needed to find a place just like this one where I can lie low and hide for the next several years." "Who the hell are you running from? And just what the fuck has that got to do with me anyway?" asked Randy. "I'm not about to get into trouble for harboring some lunatic fugitive. I don't know you; I don't want to know you." "Those who I am currently running from are unimportant to you, Randy. All that is really important is I'm sick and tired of constantly running. As a result, I've now decided I will do no more running. I'm now simply going to utilize my mostly natural abilities to blend in with the crowd and hide from my pursuers right here with you. What could possibly be better for me than hiding out in plain sight of those looking for me?" "You're either crazy or totally whacked out on something illegal. I'm betting on both." "I suppose that might be easier for you to believe," smiled the stranger, "but I'm quite certain you will be very surprised by some of the interesting things I can do." Randy made a slow, but very deliberate, move towards the phone. "I think I'd better call the cops. They should be able to help you. I'm sure they'll bring along some nice folks wearing white coats, if I ask them nicely enough." The disheveled man simply smiled at Randy. "I don't think you want to call anyone right now, Randy. As a matter of fact, I think you want to go over to that chair, sit down, and be very quiet." And Randy, to his consternation and great surprise, did exactly what the stranger told him. "I suppose I should make you aware that your law officers would have provided very little real help to you, Randy. At least, not against me, as well as most of the people from my dimension." Randy wanted to complain about the way he was being treated in his own apartment, but he couldn't speak. And when he decided to stand up and force the issue, his muscles simply wouldn't oblige him. "I suppose I should explain a few more things to you," said the stranger. "I'm actually a shapeshifter from a world in a dimension parallel to yours, Randy. And, if you won't mind me bragging about myself for a moment, I'm one of the very best there is - anywhere across the known multiverse. There is no one - not even among the cleverest of my home world - who would be able to tell this isn't my true form, unless I allowed it. But unfortunately, I'm not totally infallible. I've apparently left a few too many clues to my arrival in your world. I don't want to leave, but those seeking me know I'm here." A real space case, thought Randy. Even as the stranger approached him, Randy once more tried to stand up and just as before found it impossible to move. And Randy still couldn't utter a single word of protest when the stranger placed his cold clammy hand on his forehead. After a moment of intense concentration, the man slowly removed his hand from Randy's forehead. A very stunned, completely mute, and totally immobile captive could do nothing but stare questioningly at all the changes that had taken place in his captor. "How do you like this new look for me, Randy," smiled the stranger, who now sported a very familiar face. "We could be brothers now, you know. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like having an identical twin brother?" Randy slowly shook his head, surprised that he could move. But when he tried to stand, his muscles still wouldn't respond. Maybe being asked a direct question permitted him to reply. "Neither have I quite truthfully," replied the man. "Besides, it would be extremely difficult explaining the sudden existence of your twin brother to anyone when everyone knows you don't have one. And I just don't have the power necessary to affect reality on a large enough scale to make something like that true without risking them detecting and capturing me." Randy's new twin smiled at him oddly. "But look on the bright side, Randy. As I appear now, I'm completely safe from anyone who might come looking for me. I've now lived here for the past ten years and everyone here knows who I am." Randy stared with nervous disbelief at this strange man who had somehow become his identical twin. He clearly didn't like where any of this seemed to be heading. Two of him was obviously one to many. And if this stranger's intention was - as impossibly as that seemed to be - taking over his life, then what the hell was he planning on doing with him? "You're begun wondering what I'm going to do with you," said the man unexpectedly. "Haven't you?" Randy's angry glare turned into one showing more surprise. "You really shouldn't be all that surprised," smiled his new twin. "Although I'm only fully telepathic with someone when I'm in direct contact with him, wondering about your status seemed a more than logical assumption for someone in your current superfluous position to be thinking. If I were you - and I am now - it's exactly what I would have started wondering about by this time." Apparently quite pleased with himself, the stranger now wearing Randy's face and form carefully examined his new identical twin. "But you really shouldn't worry about what's about to happen to you, Randy. You won't be physically harmed in any way. I might be a thief and a hunted man, as well as a bit of a scoundrel in my home world, but I'm not really an evil person." Randy just sat there staring at his twin. Although he kept trying to move as hard as he could, he just couldn't seem to do anything else. After reaching into his pocket, the stranger brought forth a ruby-colored crystal the size of a chicken's egg. With an unreadable smile on his face, he calmly showed the gem to Randy. "Just look at this fascinating gemstone, Randy. This is an ancient artifact from my world, as well as one of the major reasons they've come after me. It is quite beautiful; isn't it?" Randy nodded - again surprised he'd been able to move - in spite of his determination to never respond to any question his new twin might ask him. But at the same time, Randy had looked at the gemstone. He couldn't take his eyes away from it. And Randy never flinched when the gem in the stranger's hand suddenly began glowing. "I'm sure you must have realized that having two identical Randy Taylor's in this world is likely pose several problems. None of them are insolvable. Using this gem as I plan on using it is a forbidden practice in my world, but we're in your world now, not mine. But in using this in the proscribed manner, I can easily resolve our minor duplication problem. Through the powers within this mystic gem I can focus my shapeshifter's power making it possible for me to affect changes in something, or someone, else. That will allow me to make a few allowances for our current untenable situation. Just continue looking at this pretty bauble, Randy. It really won't hurt you one little bit." "Chithap surn dike lait, Nuht du ste flice if plirbet. Cirds us laf guty muv nihe, Ihder imum du ler senihe cair." Although Randy could still neither speak nor move, he definitely felt like screaming. Although feeling no pain, Randy still had no clear idea what this perverse stranger had in store for him, past whatever had been plainly obvious. As peculiar as he was feeling and with everything he'd already seen this stranger do, there was no way he could deny that the body in which he'd lived his entire life to date was apparently undergoing some impossible metamorphosis into someone or possibly something else. But whatever was happening to him still ran totally contrary to everything he'd ever been taught. Who or what would he be when this stranger and his gem were finally finished with him? Other than no longer appearing to be Randy Taylor, he had no ideas. He still couldn't move a muscle. Nor could he speak. But one thing was certain, Randy sure as hell didn't like the odd way his body kept tingling all over. And then, although the mute and immobile Randy continued feeling very peculiar, those disturbing and inexplicable tingling sensations abruptly ceased. Even though unable to speak or move, Randy could somehow sense the stranger's presence as he began walking in a circle about the chair in which Randy was seated. Apparently this stranger was now busily appraising whatever he'd done. And whenever Randy saw his twin's face as he passed in front of him, he was less than overjoyed by the unquestionably odd glint he kept seeing in his eyes. "Not too bad at all," smiled the stranger. "I think only a few relatively minor fine-tuning adjustments will be necessary." Adjustments? What the fuck did the stranger mean by adjustments? And just what the hell had the stranger done to him that still required any kind of adjustment - minor or otherwise? Once more, the stranger now wearing Randy's face placed the gem in front of Randy's eyes. "Just look deeply into this gem once again. Just as before, this won't hurt and it won't take long." And Randy, just as he'd been instructed, stared deeply into the gem. Of course, it wasn't as if he really had another choice. "Viath phan, lacs vatem. Puhur us liar form buhtem ghumte, Fahkem dretzes du yoor viath siff. Urgs if ghoe if ste zhy. Greiths du sardy-soor tooghe-Tai emlimpet Geiody du rawih ste busnetz Islrutade, Gy nem ge tefaret, Gy vunem ge emwaet." Randy felt that odd tingling sensation once again spreading rapidly throughout his entire body. He really wished he had some idea about what was being done to him. But then, maybe it was better he didn't. And what kind of strange language was that man speaking anyway? Randy had never heard another language even remotely like it before. He began wondering if the stranger might have been telling the truth when he said he'd come from a world in a parallel dimension. While he was lost in his thoughts, his obviously now former double was looking over the transforming Randy from top to bottom, from side to side, and from just about any angle he could. His curious actions infuriated Randy, who - if only he could move - would have enjoyed punching out the stranger. "I think this will be a much better look for you," he said with a curiously odd grin. Randy wondered what the stranger had meant by that 'better look' shit. "I'm sure by now you've begun wondering exactly what I've done to you." After looking around the room, the stranger pointed the gem at the chair Julie's cousin Frank Mallory had given him last Christmas. Randy had never known why Frank had given that chair to him. But even though he'd never really liked the ghastly thing, Randy knew he was stuck with it. "Pliar ussemfawe du ny fabld, Gepune muv ste soff-hembst imdakwe nassur If gehumbs du ste vadpl am Pluv Vhade." Obviously the stranger didn't care very much for the chair either. At least he had good taste, if nothing else. Randy wasn't certain what the man who now wore his former form had done, but he could easily see that the chair had vanished. A full-length mirror in an ornate antique frame had replaced it. "Stand up. Go take a look at your brand new self, Randy. I'm sure you'll be quite impressed with the changes I've made." Surprised that he could move again, Randy rose slowly from the chair. But something wasn't right. His whole body felt stranger then he could ever remember. And feeling rather wobbly standing on his feet, he just felt awfully peculiar and totally out of sorts. Randy didn't need to see his reflection to realize his formerly short hair had somehow grown out to waist-length; he could feel his now longer hair swishing across his back with each new step he took. From the increased weight that was now very noticeably hanging from his chest, Randy quickly surmised he'd been given a fairly sizable pair of female breasts. At the same time, he had no great need or desire to explore his crotch. He didn't need any verification for something perfectly obvious; his manhood had gone AWOL. But once he finally reached the mirror, Randy just stood there and stared at himself - or, he wondered, should he know be thinking of himself as herself now - in the mirror. The image he saw reflected back from the mirror was unbelievable. But even knowing everything he knew should be true couldn't keep him from staring at his new reflection. This girl - it was so hard thinking of her as actually being himself - was stunningly gorgeous. She had the bluest eyes and the most beautiful silky blonde hair he'd ever seen. In the back, her hair hung down to her waist. And in the front, her hair casually laid over her full and firm, rather bountiful breasts. By Randy's quick estimation - how he'd managed to arrive at this figure he knew was unquestionably correct so rapidly was a total mystery to him - this girl in the mirror must have a pair of 44DD breasts. As Randy continued staring at his altered image in the mirror, he soon realized, from the growing dampness of his newly transformed crotch, that if he could only be his own male self again he'd probably be as hard as a rock looking at any girl so gorgeous. Suddenly, a new and totally unwelcome thought entered Randy's mind. Nervously, he sought out the thief now wearing his former body. Although not completely surprised, Randy was nevertheless shocked and stunned at seeing the large and unmistakably familiar bulge at the stranger's crotch clearly straining to escape the confinement of his pants. "You wouldn't dare," whispered Randy. But when he saw his former face simply grin back in response, he quickly exclaimed, "Don't even think about doing something like that with me!" Randy was stunned by the new voice that had escaped his lips. It was a soft dulcet voice simply oozing sex that, less than an hour earlier, he would have considered erotically enticing. And now that exceptionally sensuous voice belonged to him. "Oh shit!" he swore in a tone just as sensual and arousing. And then, without warning, Randy passed out. * * * * * * Parallelalities - The Serial Take (Part 2 of 5) by Bill Hart * * * * * * Randy moaned softly as his awareness gradually returned. When he finally opened his eyes, he guessed he hadn't been out of it for very long. At the same time, he was somewhat surprised at finding himself stretched out comfortably on his couch, particularly since he had no idea how he'd got there. Nervously, his hands explored his body. Randy was stunned at what he discovered; he was himself once more. His hair was once again dark and short. And his chest had returned to its more familiar masculine flatness. But those big boobs had felt so real. "I must have been having one incredibly bad nightmare," he muttered. Quickly, Randy scanned the room. He was all alone. There was no weird stranger, who had stolen his shape and life before changing him into a busty girl. The television was still off. That wasn't really a problem - Randy remembered there was nothing worth watching on any of the six over-the-air networks or the two hundred channels on his newly expanded digital cable system. But that horrid chair Frank Mallory had given him last Christmas was back in its usual spot. Randy found himself wishing that at least that small part of his dream had been true. Oddly, sitting on the floor next to the couch was the "tome" - the mere word "book" couldn't possibly begin to describe it adequately. He'd bought the tome in a very odd little bookshop that was there that day and gone the next only a few days after taking Julie to that book signing. Book signing? Hadn't they gone to a taping of his favorite show that night? No, they hadn't done that. Even though someone had sent him a pair of free tickets in the mail, Julia had whined and grumbled so much about him watching so much television that he'd finally caved in and taken her to the book signing instead. There were times - more than he really liked - when Julie could be a royal pain in the ass. And during those times, it was far easier to go with her flow instead of continuing to fight with her. Randy reached down and picked up the tome. There was a bookmarker several hundred pages into it. Obviously, he must have fallen asleep while reading it. But when had he had enough time to read so much of it? And yet, it was a very interesting book. According to the bearded old proprietor, the massive tome was a repository of magical spells. He remembered reading just the first few pages about all the magical spells it held before he'd been hooked. Randy thought about that a few moments; it didn't seem right, but it was what he remembered. In a very real sense, the last fight he'd had with Julie about how much money he'd spent buying the ancient tome had been her fault. After all, she'd been the one responsible for getting him interested in reading something other than the current issue of TV Guide. He'd often wondered why there couldn't be some other equally viable alternatives to dating girls, especially when Julie was in one of her funks. He suddenly began wondering if that had been the source of the thought that subconsciously triggered his dream. Certainly if he were female instead of male, then he'd have that alternative to dating girls. It wasn't long before Randy had taken his tome and moved to his favorite chair. It took even less time for him to once more begin reading from his ancient tome chockfull of magic spells. A sudden blaring of several sirens outside made him jump. Although these sirens sounded fairly close, Randy knew that the unusual acoustics in his apartment made some noises out on the street sound nearer than they actually were. His neighborhood had always been among the very safest in town. There were no reasons to think any problems outside could possibly affect him. Besides, he wasn't planning on going outside tonight. And considering his apartment was on the second floor, Randy didn't believe the sirens or their cause to be any real threat. The sirens were probably not overly close anyway. Suddenly, Randy was startled by an insistent heavy pounding on his front door. "Who the hell can that be?" Randy wondered aloud. "I'm not expecting anyone to show up tonight." Without stopping to consider that he might be inviting trouble into his life by his casual action, Randy got up and slowly walked over to the door. He'd barely had time to open the door before a disheveled young 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 up to 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 come inside your apartment to me." "If I'd known it was you, I would have never answered the damn door," snapped Randy. "You're one of the sorriest fuckups I've ever known in my life." "I'm sorry you feel that way, Randy. But I'm sure you know how things can be sometimes. But I actually think you might be glad I came along tonight. Just as I arrived, I saw this really weird looking dude outside watching your place like a hungry 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. I'm a product of my environment. Besides, what would Julie think if she found out that you thought her favorite cousin was one totally fucked up loser?" "Leave Julie out of this." "I'd really like to, believe me I would, Randy. Even you must know I'd really hate bursting Julie's bubble. Somehow, she his this image of me being totally perfect." "I wonder where she picked that asinine notion," snapped Randy. "But since you wouldn't be standing here otherwise, what the hell do you want?" "I knew soon enough you'd understand me in your own way," replied Frank. "Julie thinks a lot of you, you know. She's always telling me if I have any really big problems that I could always 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 really scared. I'm running for my very life," replied Frank. "I need a place to hide for a while and my pretty cousin Julie suggested you could somehow hide me out for a while." "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 good health. But I'm sick and tired of constantly running from these people. I've finally decided enough is enough; I'm going to quit running. Julia and I thought I could hide out here with you. I really think hiding out in plain sight will confuse them." "You're crazy, Frank." "I know that might seem crazy at first," replied Frank with one of his grins Randy despised. "But I'm sure you might be very surprised by just how much I think you can really do for me." Randy made a slow deliberate move towards the phone. "I think I'd better call the cops. They can probably protect you better than I can." "Please don't call them," replied an obviously very nervous Frank. "I doubt the police will be very interested in helping me at all. All things considered, they'd rather see me caught by those chasing for me and be done with me all together. But if you were to call them, I think I can almost guarantee that Julie will never speak to you again." Randy sighed, calmly reseating himself in his chair. "So just what the hell do you think I can do for you?" "Julie told me how you've been learning magic spells from this dusty old book you bought a few weeks ago," smiled Frank. "If that's true and you can actually cast spells, then I was thinking you might help me evade those people chasing me." "And just how do you think I'm supposed to do that, Frank?" "You know, I have my doubts about all this magic shit, but Julie seems to think you can actually work magic," replied Frank. "But just in case it's true, 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. I was thinking you could make me look totally different than I do now. Anyone looking for me would be able to 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." Something about all of this was beginning to sound familiar. "C'mon man. You'd be doing me... and my cousin Julie... a really big favor," smiled Frank. "I'm sure she'd be grateful if you helped me out. 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. Frank becoming his brother was a perfectly horrible and totally unacceptable thought. Randy slowly shook his head. "No, I haven't," he simply replied. "I've never seriously thought about that either," replied Frank. "I imagine it would probably be very difficult convincing anyone I was actually your twin brother, especially when everyone who knows you also knows you don't have a twin. Of course, if your mystical powers included the bending of reality to your will that would be a totally different story. But that probably takes a lot of power. And if you can't alter reality, then you can't alter reality. 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 all that thrilled about helping out Julie's asswipe cousin. He was such a pain in the ass. On the other hand, he had been looking for a suitable test subject on which to practice a few spells. Who knows? Frank might prove useful for once in his life. "There might be a way to do what you want. I was just reading over a 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 her child." "That sounds perfect. I just knew you'd help me out." "I suppose it's the least I can do for Julie's favorite cousin," replied Randy with a smile. And, he thought to himself, this would very likely be an exceptionally interesting experiment. At the same time, 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 and her stupid boyfriend would someday pay off big time for him. And today, with his ass clearly in mortal danger, was that day. "When do we start whatever it is you're going to do?" "Right now is good for me," replied Randy. "And from what you've told me, I would suspect that the sooner you cease looking like you the better off you're likely to be." "You got that one right, Randy. What do I have to do?" "Actually, you're the raw material. And as such, you don't have very much to do in this." 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 an Insta-Pentagram," replied Randy. "They sell them and some other magical devices at the bookstore where I bought my tome. There is absolutely no fuss and no muss when you use one of these in place of a regular chalk-drawn pentagram. It's also totally unbreakable from within, which can be very useful in a few special circumstances." It was also totally unnecessary in this case - Randy had decided that was something Frank didn't need to know - but it would easily keep him contained until Randy was ready to release him. Randy put 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 now?" asked Frank curiously. "All you have to do is stand inside the pentagram, while I read the spell from the tome. If everything goes according to plan, then you'll soon be someone so different your own mother would never recognize as her darling little boy. "If everything goes... according to plan?" asked Frank. "Don't worry about that. It's just one of those standard disclaimer thingies used by everyone in the magic business to cover their asses. Besides, just what could possibly go wrong with such a simple spell?" "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 his ancient tome to the 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. Oddly, the words seemed strangely familiar. "Twine if as nite us phiy, Nuteh du sad laf mev mait. Repith staf nihe vhu shais, Late lan vastam senihe shafl." Although Frank soon realized he should have asked Randy for a few more details before letting him cast this spell on him, he reasoned it was still better to ask late than never. But as soon as Frank finally decided on asking Randy how his odd-sounding spell was going to affect his appearance, he quickly discovered - quite to his surprise - that he could neither speak nor move. With that discovery, Frank wondered if asking Randy for some help had been such a great idea. This wasn't working out the way he'd expected things to work out. Frank wanted to scream at the top of his lungs - only he couldn't. Even though Frank had no idea how Randy's spell was changing him, he couldn't deny the one simple fact that the body he'd had his entire life was apparently, not to mention quite impossibly, undergoing some kind of mystical metamorphosis into someone... or even possibly something... else. But who - or what - was he well on his way to becoming? The thoroughly distraught Frank had no idea whatsoever. 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, almost as unexpectedly as it had begun, the disquieting tingling sensations running rampant through his body abruptly ended. Still standing within the pentagram, Frank quickly reaffirmed that he could neither speak nor move. But that couldn't prevent him from observing Randy, as his cousin's boyfriend slowly circled this pentagram in which he was standing. He also 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 that equally strange smile plastered on Randy's face. "This isn't too bad for my first transmogrification attempt. I think only a few more minor adjustments will be necessary." Randy was also struck by another sudden sense of deja vu. Minor adjustments? Frank wondered what kind of minor adjustments Randy had in mind for him. 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 prove absolutely perfect for what you had in mind. Now just relax, Frank. I don't think this should take very much longer." Frank relaxed, just as he'd been told. But he was still very worried about what was going on. Sure he felt relaxed. But it wasn't as if he'd really had another choice in the matter. 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 same incredibly odd tingling begin surging throughout his entire body. He really wished he knew into who or what he was being transformed. Frank had also begun wondering what kind of strange language Randy had been speaking; he'd never heard anything quite like it before. To tell the full truth, he hadn't totally believed Julie about any of that magic shit she'd mumbled. But that had been long before he'd begun his current physical metamorphosis into another person as a result of Randy's spell. After a few seconds had passed, the tingling ceased again. Frank saw Randy examining his handiwork from top to bottom, from side to side, and from just about every other angle he possibly could. Frank was becoming increasingly irritated with Randy's weird actions. If only he could move again, he'd knock that silly asinine grin right off Randy's smug face. "You know, I was absolutely right. This is a much better look for you," said Randy with that exasperating smile of his. 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." Frank's stare quickly turned to a look 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 have done to you is the most logical thing you could be thinking right now. I know that's what I would be wondering about if I were you." But as he thought about his earlier dream, Randy turned to a page several hundred pages earlier. As he looked around the room for something suitable, his gaze 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 - just as he remembered had happened in his dream - something could be done 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 overly upset by what Randy had done to his gift - the mirror was definitely an improvement over the chair - he wondered what reasons Randy had for changing it right now. "Go take a look at yourself in the new mirror, Frank. I'm sure you'll be suitably impressed with the results of my spells." Frank wobbled unsteadily as he took his first step towards the mirror. Just being able to move again had come as a complete surprise. But he remained wobbly and unsteady on his feet with each new step he took. His whole body felt very peculiar and totally out of balance. There was definitely something amiss with his body. But Frank had no need to see his reflection to know his hair had magically grown out over the tops of his shoulders. And that new great weight he now felt hanging from his chest was in all likelihood just one thing, even if he didn't want to believe Randy could have done that to him; he obviously had a massive pair of female boobs. And finally, on top of everything else, he had no great need to reach down and examine his reformed crotch simply to verify that Randy's spell had also snatched his manhood away. But regardless of everything he'd discovered without any assistance from 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. The girl being reflected by the mirror had green eyes and silky flame red hair that cascaded over his shoulders and covered the tops of his new large breasts. By his own somehow infallible estimate, Frank knew, even if he didn't want to believe it, he now had a firm and full pair of 46DDD tits. Frank stared at the enlarged chest of his reflection. He'd always loved girls that had big boobs. Just watching some buxomy girl's tits bouncing and jiggling as she walked was something Frank had always found erotically stimulating. But Frank never would have imagined that one day he'd ever possess his very own large pair of bouncing boobs. And they were very definitely his boobs. When he'd simply brushed his hand across one of them, shivers of pure pleasure had been sent rushing through his body. Even though thoroughly 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 have probably been as hard as a rock at this sight of the busty redhead he'd become. But all these thoughts of how he'd react to his new self as the male he'd been resulted in a quite unwelcome stray thought suddenly intruding into Frank's consciousness. Quickly turning around, Frank stared in Randy's direction, his green eyes rapidly growing wide at the sight of that enormous unmistakable bulge at Randy's crotch straining mightily to burst free from his pants. "You can't. You wouldn't dare," whispered Frank, feeling suddenly very uncertain of himself. But Randy only grinned in response. He was thinking how interesting life would be for Frank, now that he had now been recast into the female role of his dreams. "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 now, but it also dripped pure sex with every syllable. Less than an hour earlier, Frank would have considered hearing a voice like his new one quite enticing. But how could he possibly think that now? That fantastically sensual sounding voice was now his own voice. "Oh shit!" he swore in a voice as arousing as it was sensual. And then, without any warning, the emotionally overloaded Frank passed out. * * * * * * Parallelalities - The Serial Take (Part 3 of 5) by Bill Hart * * * * * * Randy moaned softly as his senses slowly returned. As he opened his eyes, he wondered what had just happened. Finding himself sprawled out on the couch was also very surprising, for the simple reason he had no clues as to how he might have got there. He looked around the room. "I'm all alone," he muttered. "How is that possible?" Hadn't he just changed Frank Mallory into a buxomy red-haired girl? And hadn't that exceptionally pretty girl Frank had become passed out from all the excitement? Where was Frank? But his television with the six-foot screen was still turned off. However, that wasn't really a problem - Randy remembered there was nothing worth watching on any of the six over-the-air networks or the two hundred channels on his newly expanded digital cable system. But on the other hand, that horrible chair Frank Mallory had given him last Christmas had returned to its usual spot. Hadn't he cast a spell on it and turned it into an antique mirror? Why was it back again? Or was there a simpler answer? Perhaps he'd fallen asleep and been dreaming again. If that were the case, he wished that part of his dream where he'd changed the chair into a mirror had been true. Beside the couch was the book he'd been reading. Strangely, the book seemed a lot smaller and no where near as ancient or imposing as it had before. He wondered what had happened to it. But a moment later, Randy clearly remembered buying this book exactly as it was. He'd taken Julie to that old dusty bookshop a few blocks down the street from the movie theater in a vain attempt to convince her he'd been listening to her advice. Movie theater? Hadn't they gone to some stupid book signing? No, that wasn't what they'd done. Even though someone had sent him a pair of free tickets in the mail, Julia had spent so much time whining and grumbling about him watching too much television that he'd almost caved in and taken her to the book signing instead. But he hadn't really wanted to go to some stupid book signing, so they'd finally compromised on seeing some insufferably boring tearjerker movie that Randy would have never gone to see otherwise. As Randy reached down to pick up the book, he thought about the odd shop where he'd bought it. As impossible as it had seemed at the time, the interior of that bookshop had seemed far larger than was possible from the outside. And it was inside that strange shop where Randy had discovered the rather large and ancient tome with its pages filled with all sorts of magical spells. And that was probably the really old book from his dream. It was the book he'd wanted to buy and probably would have, if Julie hadn't been with him. But as was usual with Julie, she'd incessantly bitched about the high asking price the gray-haired proprietor had quoted for its purchase. It was a simple case; if he wasn't spending money on her, then Julie didn't want him spending it on anything else. As a compromise of sorts, the old shop owner had finally suggested another book - one several thousand dollars cheaper than the venerable old tome that had initially caught his interest - about alternate realities. He'd read the first few pages of the book that night after taking Julie home. Randy had found the book utterly fascinating. And in a very real sense, that last fight he and Julie had had about his increased interest in the silly material he was currently reading was all her fault. She'd at least had some interest in magic and casting spells, but she considered alternate realities as something totally lame. If she'd only let him purchase that old spellbook as he wanted, then he would have very likely become bored after reading a few pages and quickly returned to reading the current issue of TV Guide. In fact, now that he'd finally decided on breaking it off with Julie for good - a decision Randy was certain would incense her once he finally got around to telling her - he had plenty of free time for reading. And obviously that was what he'd been doing. He must have been reading his book, just before falling asleep and having another strange dream. There had been several times previously when Randy had wondered why there couldn't be some viable alternative to dating girls. Certainly every girl in this world wasn't like Julie. And yet, if his book were correct in the theories it set forth, there were plenty of other available Julie's - most of which weren't really like the Julie of this world in any way - spread widely across the multitude of potential realities. Although some of its more complex concepts were difficult for Randy to imagine, he clearly understood that the theories implied that those corresponding Julie's - or anyone else for that matter - might be either male or female in these other worlds in which her alternate selves lived. There were probably several worlds out there in which he and Julie were very likely married. And perhaps a few of those in which they had kids. But it also seemed highly probable that only in some of these worlds would Julie be the loving wife and mother. And in the rest being the wife and mother would be his job. After returning to his favorite chair with the book, Randy suddenly had a horrible thought. If he and Julie could be of the opposite gender in the same world, there must be a few worlds in which Julie's con man cousin Frank Mallory had been born female. Maybe that was where his subconscious mind had dreamed up the idea of transforming Frank into such a busty female. And if a Frank in some world had been born female and he had remained male, it was conceivable that Randy might have actually married one of those female Frank's in that other world. But that might not necessarily be as bad as it sounded, provided, of course, she looked like the girl into which he'd transformed Frank in his dream. Hearing several sirens begin wailing outside, Randy slowly looked up from his book. These sirens sounded really close, but Randy had always been aware of how the unusual acoustics in his apartment made things out on the street often sound nearer than they actually were. But this was - had always been - one of the safest neighborhoods in town. There were simply no reasons to think he'd have any problems, especially when he wasn't going anywhere tonight. And then, someone unexpectedly began knocking on his front door. "Who the hell can that be?" Randy wondered aloud. "I'm sure not expecting anyone this evening." And yet, feeling totally safe and secure in his second story apartment and in spite of an oddly intense feeling of deja vu, Randy set his book down on the floor and walked over to the door. Randy barely had enough time to open the door before he was pushed back inside by the unexpected strength of a young woman wearing a very tight-fitting pair of jeans with a skimpy tube top that bared her midriff and left very little to Randy's normally fertile imagination. Before Randy could open his mouth, the young woman's soft lips had swiftly puckered and greedily meshed against his. Randy was very surprised. But her ardent kiss definitely wasn't the cause of his surprise, of course; kissing had never been known as one of their problem areas. But after their last fight, he just hadn't expected her to show up tonight or, for that matter, any other night in the immediate future. "Thanks for inviting me inside, Randy. I didn't know if you would, you've always been so sweet to me," purred the young woman sexily. "I didn't really invite you into my apartment, babe," he smiled back, thinking to himself that this might not be the best time to tell her they were finished. "I hope you don't take this wrong way, babe, but just what the hell are you doing here, Julie?" "It was an implied invitation, lover," replied Julie with a wide grin. "You opened your door after I knocked on it. Didn't you? I've really missed you a lot, tiger. Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" "If I'd known it was you knocking on my door, I would have found some way of opening the door quicker than I did. I just can't believe you're here." Neither could Randy believe how good Julie looked. He knew it wasn't possible - his eyes must be deceiving him - but Julie seemingly looked several years younger than she'd been the last time he'd seen her. "I'd heard through the grapevine that you'd be spending all night shopping at the mall with several of your girlfriends." "I just knew you'd be as happy to see me as I am to see you, Randy," she smiled sexily. "We should have already been at the mall, but I don't really know what happened or why. At the last minute, all of the other girls I'd planned on going with me canceled out citing some change of plan. I'd have to guess all their changes in plans centered around their boyfriends, particularly since they wouldn't tell me anything about their new plans for tonight. All of them knew we were right in the middle of one of our little disagreements again. But I'm sure you know just how much I hate it when someone messes around with my plans. "But you wanna know something else, Randy? I think you should be really glad I dropped by tonight. My freaky cousin Frank was standing around just outside your door when I arrived. Even for him, he looked far more freaky and jittery than normal. Although I don't know what he wanted from you, I could tell he wanted something. I told Frank to get lost and not bother us tonight." Julie suddenly smiled. "Did you know that Frank thinks that I think he's my favorite cousin? But Frank's never fooled me as he's always thought he has. He always been such a total screwup, but then, I guess he just can't help being as fucked up as he is." "I'd really rather not talk about Frank." "I certainly can't blame you for that, Randy dear, especially when I'm here. He's certainly not one of my favorite subjects either," smiled Julie. "And I'd really hate to spoil what's left of our evening together by wasting our valuable time thinking about my ditzy cousin Frank. "I'm sure you would." With Julie looking so incredibly hot and with her inexplicable return to a more youthful appearance, not to mention her being so unusually friendly, Randy decided he could put off telling her that he was calling their relationship quits... for a while; how long depended on her. "What do you want to do, tonight?" he asked, hoping he might get lucky. "I just knew you'd understand and want to help," purred Julie. "You must know I had my heart set on going shopping at the mall tonight before all the other girls canceled out. I was really hoping you might help me solve that little problem of mine." This is beginning to sound more like the manipulative Julie I know, thought Randy. "But I haven't got any clues about what you want me to do, Julie." "And here I thought I was being so perfectly obvious." Julie casually brushed her lips against Randy's cheek. "I still want to go shopping at the mall tonight, of course. And I was thinking you might want to accompany me." "You want me... to go to the mall?" Randy shook his head. "There ain't no way I'm going to that mall, babe. I avoid that place like the plague; you know that. Why the hell would you think I'd want to go anywhere near the mall?" Julie stared daggers at Randy. "I thought you'd enjoy spending some quality time with me," she said coldly, beginning to frown. "I really thought you'd like to make me happy... if you know what I mean." "I'd love making you happy, babe," he smiled. "But there's got to be some other way to do it. Something other than going shopping at the mall must make you happy. But if you think I'm stepping even one foot into that mall, then you're crazy." "There's nothing crazy about us going to the mall, Randy. I'm sure you'd be very surprised by everything you've been missing by staying away from the mall." Randy merely shrugged his shoulders. "That's not very likely, babe," he smiled. "Whatever might be there, I have no intention of setting foot in that mall tonight... or, for that matter, any other night in the near future." Julie was getting visibly annoyed with Randy. "You don't, do you? Damn it, Randy, you can be so damned selfish and stubborn at times." She glared at him. "If you don't change your mind and tell me you want to take me to the mall right this instant, I'm never going to speak to you again. Is that what you want, Randy?" Randy sighed. This wasn't exactly how he wanted or expected to end things with Julie, but in the long run it might actually work out better for him if the people they knew thought she'd been to end their relationship. "C'mon babe, you're overreacting to this whole mall thing." Calmly sitting down in his chair again, Randy told her point blank, "You can go shopping at the mall tonight, if that's what you want to do, but I'm staying here. I'm not going anywhere near that place. Understand?" For an instant Julie glared contemptuously at him. And then she began fumbling around for something in her purse. "It's true! You're breaking up with me. Aren't you, Randy Taylor?" Oddly, Julie didn't look as hurt as Randy thought she would, but she really did look totally pissed off at him. "You know, when the other girls told me what they thought you were planning to do, I didn't want to believe them." But then Julie's anger seemed to fade; no matter what he'd done, she'd never been able to stay made at Randy. "You may not to be my boyfriend anymore, Randy Taylor, but I'm not ready to quit being friends just yet. But I'm also damned sick and tired of you never wanting to take me anywhere, you cheap bastard. So whether you want to believe me or not right now, Randy, you and I will soon be happily on our way to the mall for the night. And I don't give a rat's ass whether you like it or not." "We are definitely not going to the mall!" exclaimed Randy. "I wish you'd grow up and quit being such a spoiled little bitch when you don't get your way. And besides, Julie, what the hell can you do that will make me want to go to the mall." "I really think you're going to be very surprised with what I can do about that, Mr. Taylor," she smiled wickedly. And then, Julie pulled from her purse a very long and quite thin stick. But it was so long Randy wondered how she'd ever managed to conceal the thing in her purse in the first place. "What the hell is that thing supposed to be?" smiled Randy Julie smiled back knowingly at Randy. "It's my magic wand, silly boy. I found it in that same odd little bookshop where you bought that stupid book of yours about alternate realities. The white-haired old lady who runs the shop thought I might find it very useful." Julie's smile widened. "So I'm sure you can now understand that, with the help of my wand, you and I will soon be leaving here and heading straight for the mall. And once we're there I will absolutely guarantee that you'll have more fun there than you ever dreamed possible in your entire life." "That's highly unlikely. How can you expect me to believe that's really a magic wand?" Randy began laughing. "How could such a thin little stick make me want to go to mall, Julie? Are you telling me you'll going to try whipping me into submission?" "Don't be so damn silly, Randy; you don't whip people with a magic wand," replied Julie. "I really hate it when you're being so damned condescending to me. I'm not stupid or deluded. I can do real magic with this wand, Randy. It took me a while to learn the command structure and language for using this wand, but trust me I have learned it. And I now speak it very fluently." Julie then lifted the wand and pointed it at Randy. "Hathem umhy du vhid af psukem. Omhetz imt omdah ehfevafe iffuvet, Nuwe mud, pseik mud." Despite the fact Randy had been spending his free time reading about alternate realities and not magical spells, he thought Julie was being downright silly about this stupid wand business of hers. Even if magic truly existed - something he doubted did outside of dreams and imagination - making it necessary to point some stupid stick at someone in order to invoke a spoken spell didn't seem a very effective use of resources. But that language Julie had just used had sounded strangely familiar. There'd been some strange words written in an apparent pair of totally unknown languages on the first page of his book. Suddenly, Randy somehow knew those words had actually been some kind of warning. Although he hadn't been able to translate either language - they'd been like no other language he, or anyone he'd shown them to, had seen or heard - he had tried sounding them out as best he could. One of those languages, he now realized, had sounded remarkably similar to that language Julie had just used. In his mind, Randy could see all the odd words in both languages of those warnings. Somehow he now knew what they all meant. It was the very same warning written in both languages. "Peboesse stee baofilest ickna stee borlu!" had been written in the more ancient script. And in the language that he thought sounded like the one Julie had just used that warning became more simply "Gevire ste vaehter us ste vomt!" And then, to Randy's amazement, the words and letters slowly rearranged within his mind to form the same warning in his own mother tongue - "Beware the wielder of the wand!" Wondering if this new equivalent phrase now also appeared in his book, Randy went to reach for it, but found himself unable to move a muscle. Nervously, Randy swallowed involuntarily - his only muscles that still seemed to be in working order. When he tried asking Julie what she thought she was doing, Randy quickly discovered he also couldn't speak. This is some pretty damn serious shit, realized Randy. If that wand was actually letting her cast magic spells, then what was she thinking of doing to him? And why did this whole scenario seem so damned familiar? Randy didn't have to wait very long before he found out what was on Julie's mind. With a widening grin, she pointed the long wand at her errant boyfriend. "This shouldn't hurt you one little bit, Randy. And in just a few short moments, you'll look like a totally different person. From memory, Julie began her obviously preplanned recitation. "Stame twine vaff muv pumsurn, Vast ste flice nidplamb ny mait. Rechipe placs imt pliahs imt corzy tub diahs Vast fobir imt psape imt iff stambs mape." As Julie finished her spell, Randy became increasingly worried and nervous as his whole body began tingling. He idly wondered if he was now feeling the way Frank had felt in his dream. And yet, he still wanted to ask Julie what her spell and this wand of hers were doing to him. However, he still could neither speak nor move. And with Julie acting like a crazy person, Randy now realized he should have simply agreed to take her shopping at the mall as she'd asked him to do. Randy wanted to scream out "I'll take you to the mall, Julie!" But he couldn't. And he knew it was already way too late for that anyway. Although Randy had no specific ideas what Julie's spell might be doing to his body, there was sense in denying that the body he'd had his entire life was apparently, not to mention quite impossibly, changing into someone else as a result of Julie's spell empowered by that that unbelievable magic wand. But into who - or even possibly what - could Julie be transforming him? He had no clues as to who he would be or what he would look like when the spell finally finished remolding him according to Julie's devilish design. But, whoever he was well on his way to becoming, Randy had already convinced himself that he wasn't going to like his new self very much. But why couldn't he move a muscle? And why couldn't he speak? Why the hell did this all seem so familiar? Randy realized the first spell must have removed his mobility and rendered him speechless. Julie obviously hadn't wanted him attempting any