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Parallelalities II: The More Things Stay the Same
By Bill Hart
It was just last week that I'd watched that arrogant asshole Ron
Westerly walk past me without even noticing me. From what he'd
done, one might have thought, especially given Ron's reprehensible
character, that the slimy bastard would have at least take a few
minutes to gloat as he walked past.
He'd stolen my girl Jamie Winters. He'd told her all sorts of lies
and had others repeat those same lies to her until she finally
believed them. Jamie refused to listen to me when I tried to tell
her it was all lies. She couldn't see that Ron wanted her and would
do anything to possess her.
Just because Ron Westerly was the captain of the football team, he
thought he was superior to the rest of us guys. He'd always thought
he could lie with impunity, especially if it got him something he
really wanted.
I'd been all set to listen to his gloating, but then he hadn't said a
single word. He'd simply looked at me and smiled smugly, before
walking away as if I were someone totally insignificant. He'd beaten
me; he knew it. He no longer thought he had any reasons to speak to
me.
But even a single word from him would have been better than that
horrible total silence.
But that had all happened a week ago. Things were about to change.
In the past week, I found exactly what I needed to effect my revenge.
With a little help from my newly assigned dorm roommate Tom Franklin,
who, for reasons he kept to himself, hated that damn jock almost as
much as I did, I'd found the perfect means to give Ron a little
necessary tit for tat.
In an musty old tome in an equally musty rundown old shop in a rundown
old part of the city I'd never known existed before, I'd found a magic
spell that would soon solve all my problems with Ron Westerly once and
for all.
The wizened old proprietress had carefully looked me over when I'd
first entered the shop. She'd looked me the once over again when I'd
taken the tome to her counter. "This powerful magic be," she told me
with an odd accent I thought might be Eastern European.
"How much for the book?" I'd asked.
"On shelf put it back," answered the ancient hag abruptly. "Mayhap
thine future read I, Sheldon Warner." She pulled out an odd-looking
deck of cards from under the counter. "Pick card," she told me, as
she held the deck out to me.
"How much do you want?" I repeated, not wanting to play her silly
games. Although I felt a little nervous about her calling me by name,
I really didn't want to know what trickery she'd used to discover it.
"Pick card," she insisted, still holding the fanned deck out to me.
"No pick; no book."
To satisfy the old witch I picked a card from the middle of the pack.
But when I looked at the card it was unlike any card I'd ever seen
before. "What the hell does this shit mean?" I asked her, after
setting the card down on the counter.
Her eyes quickly widened as she saw what card I'd drawn. "This
possible be not," she mumbled. Again she looked me over. But she
said nothing else; she only toothlessly grinned at me.
"I don't have time for any more of this shit, old hag," I snapped, my
temper beginning to override common sense. "How much do you want for
the book?"
"As say I before, book powerful magic be," she told me as if I were a
small spoiled child. "If certain be thee of wanting it, then most
careful thou must be it in using. Elsewise might it turn on thee."
"Can the crap. Just tell me how much."
"Book thine be always," she suddenly announced. "Take book. But come
my shop not back."
Stupid old bat, I'd thought to myself as I'd left the musty shop
behind. Whatever the old hag had told me wasn't overly important. I
possessed the ancient tome now. And with the spells it held I had the
means to eliminate that asshole Ron Westerly as my rival for Jamie
affections forever... any time I wanted.
And tonight, after finally mastering enough of the book to cast that
spell, was going to be Ron's final night.
It had taken a week to work through the simplest of spells. I didn't
want to cast something I didn't understand. There were warnings and
prohibitions listed with a great many of the spells. There were even
a few where my voice froze in my throat making it impossible to speak
the words regardless of how hard I tried.
And there was one that offered - for a small price left purposively
unwritten - a fusing with the power of the tome that would allow me to
cast any spell within it any time I wanted without any restrictions.
It was an interesting offer. I wondered what that small price might
be. The spell I'd selected was actually one of the very few I'd
determined I could actually cast, but just the idea of having all that
power at my command was intoxicating.
I decided to pay that price - either small or whatever else it might
be - in order to possess all the power within the tome. Once that was
done, there'd be no way Ron could even hope to stop me from doing
anything I wanted to do to him.
***
It didn't take long to prepare myself.
Unlike every other spell in the tome, this one required that I
physically hold the book in my hands while I cast it. I readily
assumed the transfer of its arcane energies into my body was the
reason.
But once I finished speaking the spell, I felt very disappointed.
Nothing had happened; I felt no different than I had before. But on
the other hand, I had really no idea what to expect.
All of a sudden, the tome, in reaction to the spell's casting, began
glowing. Even as the pleasing tingling sensations began flowing up
my arms, the book was also constantly growing warmer.
Then unexpectedly terrible pain infused my body from everywhere... and
nowhere. Every part of my body was in agony. Had I done something
fatally wrong as I'd cast that spell? But what? I could think of
nothing I'd done wrong. But regardless of what I thought, both the
glow and the heat continued to intensity.
Although I wanted to toss the tome aside in the hope that the searing
pain coursing through me would cease, I couldn't. The book had
somehow fused itself to my hands. I wondered if becoming a freak was
that small price I was being forced to pay for craving the power of
the tome.
How could I have been so foolish?
And yet, perhaps that was not to be the case at all. But I wasn't
certain I was going to be better off with the new developments. As I
gazed down at the book firmly attached to my hands, it had begun
dissolving and my body was quickly absorbing it into my flesh.
At the same time, I could feel the surge power entering my body
through my hands.
I could feel that power coursing through me and charging every fiber
of my being.
But I was also having trouble breathing. My every labored breath was
short and hurried.
Was this power too much for me to handle?
And then a new explosion of pain sent my consciousness hurtling
elsewhere.
***
I was never happier in my life to simply wake up. I was also glad I'd
been closer to my bed than I'd thought I'd been at the time I'd passed
out.
Despite all my earlier misgivings and pains, the spell had obviously
been successful. I could still feel all that power, totally unlike
anything I'd ever felt before, coursing through my body. I felt
utterly fantastic and completely invincible. I knew there was no
way in hell Ron Westerly could ever hope to stand against me now.
But something seemed somehow different.
Why was my room a different color than I remembered?
And why did I have the strangest feeling that the odd way I felt
wasn't entirely the result of the new power surging within me?
Casually brushing several long strands of my hair away from where
they'd fallen across my face, I slowly made my way towards the mirror.
But something about that mirror seemed a little strange. I didn't
exactly remember owning a full-length mirror. Of course, I couldn't
quite remember not owning it either.
But once I reached the mirror, I was taken completely by surprise at
the image reflected back at me.
Somehow it wasn't me in the mirror.
Nor was it anyone else I'd ever known.
But it was certainly someone I would have loved meeting and getting
to know a lot better, if only she hadn't been me. She had to be me.
Who else but me could be looking back at me from my own mirror? Quite
obviously that small price I'd been required to pay for obtaining the
power of the tome had been my manhood.
And there was no spell to reverse or cancel out what I'd done. I knew
that for a fact since the tome was now a fully integrated part of my
being. This girl looking back at me from the mirror was the me I'd be
for the rest of my life.
But as I looked at myself closer, I imagined things could have been
worse.
I had become a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde with a figure to die for. My
hair draped over my shoulders and tickled the tops of my 40DD breasts.
I was undeniably one absolute total babe.
It was a foregone conclusion - at least in my mind - that girls would
be jealous of me and guys would be drawn to me like a flame attracted
moths. But in spite of how totally hot of a fox I'd become, I still
wasn't overly interested in what any guy thought of me.
I might physically be one of the hottest babes anyone had ever seen,
but mentally I was still me... and male. I was still Sheldon Warner.
And there was no way in hell I'd let any man take advantage of me.
And since something, however small it might be, still remained of
Sheldon Warner, I was determined to take care of the little business
he'd left behind.
***
I watched from the alleyway across the street as Ron Westerly
approached Jamie's dorm. Not surprisingly, reclaiming my former
girlfriend had lost a lot of its former luster. I doubted Jamie
would be interested in me now - she liked boys, not girls. And it
wouldn't help that I was much prettier and far sexier than she was.
As I looked across the street from my hiding place at that smug
asshole, I was unable to suppress a grin. All I needed to do was cast
one simple spell and Ron's body would begin changing in ways he could
have never imagined possible. And his mind would quickly follow.
And yet, why should I have to attack him secretly from my hiding
place? I might have feared that big football player before, but I
certainly no longer feared him any more. Why should I? Even in this
attractive female frame I now possessed I was far more powerful than
he could ever hope to be.
I decided to cast my spell personally. Even if he forgot what had
happened afterwards, he'd still know for a while just who had brought
him down.
As I walked across the street towards him, boys noticed me. I was a
little nervous about their stares at first, but I certainly wasn't
surprised at receiving them. Being ignored now would have upset me.
Guys never ignored hot babes.
"Are you prepared for a major change in your life," I asked Ron as I
came to a stop beside him.
He looked at me with surprise, then smiled. "I would have never
figured you for a power hungry bitch, but I really like this new look
for you, Sheldon. It's a definite improvement on the old you. But
why are you here? I'm sure even someone as slow as you must have
realized that you stand no chance of winning Jamie back looking as
wild and sexy as you do now." Ron smiled at me. "She doesn't like
other girls, you know. But on the other hand, you've certainly piqued
new interest from me. How about a kiss, my dear?"
"No fucking way; I'm not in the least interested in you," I replied
crossly. "I'll let you look at this body all you want, but I won't
let you touch me."
"That's a real shame. But as a man you were always such a prude."
Ron suddenly grinned wickedly. "Just what would you do if I insisted
on that kiss?"
"After punching you? Probably this." With a grin of my to answer his
own, I swiftly cast the spell I'd prepared for turning his whole life
inside out. "What the hell?" I was puzzled; I'd cast the spell. I
just couldn't understand why nothing was happening to him.
"You might have had a better chance with that excellently cast memory
modifying transgendering spell if you'd simply ambushed me with it.
But you carelessly decided you didn't need to; you foolishly wanted a
face-to-face confrontation. What a pity. And how utterly predictable
for someone suddenly flushed with new power."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have more power than you, silly girl. That tome you absorbed is,
in some sense, a part of me. Provided we both play by the rules, I'm
destined to win any and all head-to-head confrontation between us."
Ron carefully looked me over from head to toe. "And yet, I see no
good reason why the two of us can't get along real well."
"In your dreams, asshole!" I snarled. "Your charms will never work
on me."
"And soon in your dreams as well, my dear." Ron passed one of his
hands casually in front of my face. "It would be a great shame to let
such beauty go to waste," he smiled. "And we'll soon see if you're as
invulnerable to my charms as you'd like to think you are."
What the hell did he think he was doing?
"Forget the life of Sheldon Warner.
"Forget being born and raised male.
"Remember being born and raised female.
"Remember the life of Shelley Ann Warner."
I slowly shook my head. Whatever it was Ron thought he was doing, I
wished he'd hurry up and finish it. He was quickly becoming a real
bore. And I didn't think he'd be very happy when he discovered he'd
failed. I wasn't like all those other girls, who'd fallen so
foolishly for him. He'd have to get up real early in the morning to
put something over on this girl.
I stretched my arms.
I slid my hands across the curves of my lithe body. And I ran them
through my golden hair.
And, not that I considered it in any way unusual, I felt incredibly
sexy.
I turned towards Ron to gloat about his latest failure. Whatever he'd
been attempting obviously hadn't worked. But when I caught side of
him, he was staring at me. And I really liked the way his gaze had
locked on to my body. I couldn't believe I'd failed to notice what a
handsome stud he was before now. I stared at Ron wondering just how
good his strong hands caressing my body would make me feel.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back. "What about that kiss?" he asked.
It's about time, I thought as I flung myself at him. I doubted any
woman had ever kissed him as hungrily as I kissed him. And then
suddenly, I felt angry. I pulled back from him and frowned. "It's
about time you got around to restoring me Ronick."
"Shellara?"
"Who else were you expecting, Ronick? Have you any idea how it feels
being some dumb book for centuries?" I replied curtly, while sweeping
the golden hair that fallen across my face away. "Please don't tell
me you were expecting that wussy little princess."
"You've reabsorbed the tome, Your Highness," replied Ronick nervously.
"I doubt we'll ever have cause to hear the name Shellandra again."
"We'd better not," I snapped. "By the way, I just love this body.
It's really amazing what you can do with a male body. And I've always
wondered if blondes truly had more fun."
"You are what is called here 'a total babe'."
"That sounds most intriguing and encouraging," I mused. "Perhaps you
should go find me some willing man, Ronick. It's been a very long
time since anyone has attended to my needs."
But before Ronick could move a male voice from across the street
yelled out, "Shellandra! Once more must we must flee for our lives
from this very place, my love!"
"Who the hell is that?" I snarled.
"It could only be one person, Highness."
"My former roommate Tom Franklin, better known to us as Tomrik. I
suppose I should have known that as soon as he called out the wimp's
name." I stared at the rapidly approaching form as he neared. "It
never rains, but when it pours."
"We must flee quickly, Princess," said Tomrik as he arrived. "But why
are you here with Ronick?" he asked once he noticed my companion. And
then his eyes widened quickly with surprise. "What are you doing
here? Oh no, the tome. You aren't Shellandra."
"No, I'm not. You're very observant," I snarled harshly, even as I
prepared to cast another spell. "But just to even things out, you
aren't Tomrik either."
"What?" was all my roommate and foe could speak before the spell I'd
cast on him slammed home.
While I watched, his body began changing. I was uncertain whether or
not he noticed; he might not have cared. The changes seemed to be
taking far too long. But after only a few more minutes had passed, I
was very pleased with what I had accomplished with such obviously
inferior material.
Tomrik had shrunk somewhat less than a foot in height and now stood a
more modest 5'6". As he hadn't been an overly bulky man, his body
hadn't really altered all that much. Most of the changes were
primarily redistributions of weight with some areas of his body being
more blessed than others.
His waist had thinned noticeably.
His short brown hair had colored to a fiery red. At the same time, it
had grown out in curls and flowed over his shoulders to the middle of
his back.
He'd also quickly developed a rather impressive and very healthy
bustline that was rather nicely highlighted by the clinging skimpy
bikini top he now wore.
Several of the boys who had been so interested in me earlier began
gathering around her. Clearly no one would ever consider this sexy
green-eyed redhead male again. Some of them stared at her slender
sensual legs extending downward from her short leather mini to her
dainty feet encased within platform shoes having two inch heels. And
others, not all that surprisingly, stared hungrily at her breasts.
Most of the boys were openly flirting with her.
And she must have been enjoying all this attention they were paying
her, because she was shamelessly flirting back.
I was very pleased with myself for finally eliminating this perpetual
thorn in my side so easily. "Stupid bitch," I muttered as I continued
watching the girl who had one been Tom Franklin to all these boys now
assembled around her.
And yet, someone else with whom I had a long standing issue was
somewhere close. I could sense her presence. How lucky could I be?
I turned my attention back to Ronick. "Where is that whore Jamilla?"
"In that building." He pointed to the dormitory. "Her name is now
Jamie Winters. She's waiting for me to arrive."
"How convenient?"
"She was a means to end, Highness," explained Ronick. "Without her
unwitting assistance you would still me bound as a book."
"Your obtuseness tries my patience, Ronick," I snapped. "Without her
willing assistance I wouldn't have been a book in the first place." I
reached out with my mind and found the girl Jamie Winters right where
Ronick said she'd be. A spell was swiftly cast. "For nothing more
than eternal youth and beauty, Jamilla betrayed me. Her youth shall
remain eternal. But beauty, as it has always been, is ever in the eye
of the beholder."
"I must go," said the girl once know as Tomrik.
The boys surrounding her groaned.
"But you can't go, Tammy," said one near her.
"You must stay, Tammy," added another.
"My boyfriend needs me."
"Your boyfriend?" asked another boy. "You never said anything about
having a boyfriend."
"Just look at her, stupid," reprimanded another. "How could someone
so beautiful not have a boyfriend?"
"Who is this alleged boyfriend?" snarled yet another.
"James Winters, of course," gushed Tammy. "Isn't he just dreamy?"
"James Winters, the pimple faced boy?" snarled the boy who'd asked
about her boyfriend. "Why would Tammy Franklin, the Homecoming Queen,
have something like that for a boyfriend?"
Tammy glared angrily at the boy. "I'm leaving," she snapped, then
turned and walked away in a huff.
"Stupid asshole," grumbled most of the boys.
"What a lucky son of a bitch," grumbled a few.
"That was a little cold, even for you, Shellara," said Ronick.
"Tough shit!" I replied coldly. "Try being a book for a few centuries
and then come back and tell me how cold I was." I began smiling. "I
do wonder what their children will look like."
"I think we should leave this place, Your Highness."
"I agree, Ronick. It's past time to leave. I've already used much
more magic here than I'd intended. And I'm afraid the magic calls
out to those who bound be as a book." I stared off into space for a
moment. "I'll never be bound that way again, Ronick."
And with that Ronick and I faded away from the here and now.
Where and when we went is another story.
End
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