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Halloween Haze By Bill Hart My friend Dennis Holt and I stood at the edge of the forest that ran along the northern edge of the campus. The sun was low in the sky and would clearly set within the hour. "This is as far as I can go, Todd," said Dennis. "From this point on you either sink or swim all on your own." "Don't sweat it, Dennis," I replied with a wide smile. "This is so simple that I'm surprised the guys in the frat even bother to call it an initiation." "Just be careful out there," warned Dennis. "I know most of my fraternity brothers a whole lot better than you do. They can be very tricky and overly devious whenever the need arises. They'll do whatever they deem necessary to make sure you measure up to their standards." "I've heard that about a few of them," I replied. "But what can they possibly do with something so simple." "You might be surprised," said Dennis. "Do you know what you need to do to pass your initiation." "Sure I do. I told you it was simple," I smiled. "All I have to do is go into the woods and spend the night in some old cottage. What could possibly be simpler?" "It's not as simple as it seems, Todd. The rumor around campus is the woods are haunted. They haven't used this particular initiation for the past five years. At that time, Pete Fulton went into the woods and vanished without a trace. He wasn't the first, but several others never found the cottage at all." Dennis looked me straight in the eye. "If you want to call it off right now, you can." "Good story, Dennis." I began to laugh. "But you'll have to do a lot better than that. I don't frighten that easily." "But it gets worse," added Dennis. "Tonight is Halloween." "So what?" "All the people who vanished without trace did so on Halloween," replied Dennis. "I tried to get them to postpone it a day, but they wouldn't listen. The fraternity charter requires the completion of all initiation ceremonies prior to the start of November." "That's a little better," I smiled. "But it's still not good enough to keep from going into the woods." "Damn, you're stubborn, but don't say I didn't try warning you, Todd." Dennis looked towards the woods and then down at his watch. "In just a few minutes, you'll be entering the woods, but once you do you're committed to seeing this through to its completion. Come out even a few minutes early and you're blackballed. Spend the night in the cottage and you're in. However, if you never come out of the woods again, you're still in. Only you get your picture hung on the 'Wall of Missing Brothers' right next to Pete Fulton." "I've been told all that, Dennis." "Are you sure you want to do this, Todd? I mean, I know a couple of really hot babes with whom we could spend the evening." "I'm sure," I replied. "Maybe tomorrow we can score with those hot babes of yours." "Maybe." Dennis looked at his watch. "Are you ready?" "Once you give me the word I'm on my way." "Then consider the word given." I smiled at Dennis, then turned and headed into the woods. "Good luck, Todd," he whispered, as I disappeared into the woods. But obviously still trying to frighten me, he added. "Being Halloween, I'm afraid you're going to need it." *** After taking only a few steps into the woods, it grew very dark. I didn't know whether the darkness resulted from the thickness of the woods or from the setting of the sun. But I was glad I had my trusty flashlight once I took it from my pack and turned it on. I wondered how I was going to find this supposed cottage. At the same time, I was also wondering how anyone would ever know if I did or didn't spend the night there. It seemed highly likely that someone had fully wired the cottage for audio and video. I jumped as I heard a strange noise nearby. Clearly, I wasn't alone. "Who's there?" I shouted. There was no answer. But the noises became more frequent. And the noises were definitely getting closer. "Who's there?" I shouted again. "Will you help me?" asked a girl's voice from the shadows. "Come out where I can see you." I pointed my flashlight in the general direction where I thought the voice had come. I was surprised to see an attractive young girl about own age step out from behind a tree. She had waist-length blonde hair. And that form fitting tank top she was wearing clearly showed she was also rather well-endowed. "Will you help me?" she asked shyly. "If I can, I certainly will." I wondered why she kept staring at me the way she was. "What do you need?" "I need to get out of these woods as quickly as possible." "You're almost out of the woods now. Just continue that way." I pointed back in the general direction from which I'd come." "Would you come with me, Todd?" she asked nervously. "I can't, babe. I have too many things to do." But all of a sudden I realized what she'd asked. "Why did you call me Todd? How did you know that was my name?" "What?" she paused for a moment, as if I'd caught her in some mistake. "I must have recognized you from school," she explained. "I think you might be in one of my classes." "Oh really," I smiled. But I doubted her story. I certainly would have noticed a babe as hot as her if she'd been in one of my classes. "Somehow, I don't think so." "What do you mean?" "I think the guys at the frat put you up this," I told her smugly. "That easily explains how you already knew my name." "But that's not true," she argued. "Of course it's true, Miss." I smiled at her. "But, since you know mine, have you got a name?" The girl stared at me. After a long pause, she said, "You can call me... Tiffany." "That's a pretty name... for a very pretty girl." "Please leave these woods with me, Todd." "No can do, babe." "But you must!" The girl seemed annoyed about something. "This place is full of evil. It changes people in ways you could never imagine." "I love this part of the story. You're really good at this. Are you studying to be an actress? Can you tell me how long it took to make this all up?" "It's not just a story. It's the absolute truth," replied the girl. "And if you don't leave these woods right now, you'll soon find out just how true it really is." "This just isn't going to work, Tiff babe," I smiled. "But I'll be sure to tell the guys you did an excellent job trying to sell their story. However, I won't tell them anything about how you screwed up calling me by my name." "But Todd..." "No buts, babe. I'm going deeper into these woods and spending the night in some little cottage." Suddenly, the girl planted a wet juicy kiss squarely on my lips. A moment later, she slowly pulled back. With big playful grin, she said, "You can have a lot more of the same, if you'll only take me out of these spooky old woods." "Any other time I wouldn't hesitate to take you up on your offer." I knew I was going to kick myself in the morning when I had more time to think about what I'd just done. "Give me your number and I'll call you, Tiff babe." Tiffany smiled at me. "I don't think that will be necessary, Todd. I'm sure I'll find you on the campus sometime soon." I smiled as I realized this hot blonde babe was interested in me. She looked at me again. "Are you absolutely certain you won't come with me?" "I'm positive." And yet, I was sorely tempted. "That's too bad, but I suppose it's not all that unexpected." Tiffany pointed in the direction I'd indicated earlier. "Are you sure that's the right way out of these woods?" "It shouldn't take you more than fifteen to twenty minutes, Tiffany." Tiffany brushed her lips against my cheek. "I'll see you later on, Todd," she smiled. "And there's one other thing you must remember - stay away from the gingerbread house." "Stay away from the gingerbread house?" I mumbled. "What the hell does that mean?" But I doubted Tiffany had heard me, as she'd already turned and was heading in the direction out of the woods. "She's an odd girl," I muttered. "But it's a good thing she's a babe. Babes can get away with being a little odd." I watched Tiffany stroll off in that direction that led out of the woods. I really wished I could be going with her. "This damn fraternity better be worth missing out on some quality time with a hot babe like that Tiffany." But then I suddenly realized she'd have to find me again, since I'd never even thought to ask her her last name. But then, how many girls named Tiffany could there be running around the campus. But most strangely, Tiffany seemed somewhat familiar to me, even though I was also convinced that I'd never met her before. I simply could have never forgotten meeting someone as babelicious as her. *** As I continued deeper into the woods, I began wondering if that girl Tiffany might not have called him by name on purpose. The fraternity certainly didn't want any cowards among their number. And it was equally likely they wouldn't want someone who would put some girl - Tiffany was certainly well qualified for the role of some girl - in front of the interests of the fraternity. But I also remembered that Dennis had said they could be sneaky when they wanted or needed to be. And it was certainly devious of them to try using a hot babe like Tiffany against me. I hoped she wasn't the girlfriend of one of my future fraternity brothers. I had definite plans in mind for that girl. Suddenly, I saw a light shining ahead of me. As I made my way towards it, I was not at all surprised to discover the light was coming from inside a small cottage. "This must be the place," I muttered. But as I neared the cottage, I noticed a fragrant aroma. And when I was finally close enough to touch it, I noticed that the wall of the cottage oddly gave under the slight pressure of my touch. Clearly this cottage was made of something other than wood. I wondered what it could be. Without thinking about what I was doing, I snapped off a small piece of one of the windows' shutters. As I took whiff of that piece of shutter, I noticed the same wonderfully fragrant smell. I brought it up to my mouth and cautiously tasted it. I was surprised. But at the same time, I now knew I was in the right spot. Tiffany had told me to stay away from the gingerbread house. And this cottage was definitely made of gingerbread, as well as being very delicious. I wondered how the fraternity had managed to pull off something like this. It certainly had to be quite expensive building this small cottage entirely of gingerbread. And simply trying to keep the forest animals away from it just had to be a major headache. I went up to door. I tried the knob, but it wouldn't turn. Clearly, the door was locked. "But how can I spend the night inside if the door's locked?" I asked myself. Maybe there was someone inside. That might be how they'd know whether or not I'd spent the night in the cottage. It would be cheaper than all the video equipment I'd envisioned earlier. And yet, next to what they must have spent building the cottage, video equipment would have been a drop in the bucket. I looked for the doorbell. There was none to be seen. I knocked on the door. There was no immediate answer, but I saw a shadow of someone on the curtain cross towards door. So there really was someone inside. Silently, the door slowly opened. "Go away! Haven't I told you damn scalawags what I'd do if you continued pestering me?" asked a high-pitched quivering old woman's voice from the shadows behind the door. Suddenly, I was drenched from head to toe by a massive wall of water apparently tossed at me from somewhere inside the cottage. "What the hell was that for?" I asked, as water continued dripping from my body. A puzzled old woman stepped out over the threshold. "Oh goodness gracious me!" she exclaimed. "You're not one of those rakish reprobates who has been bedeviling me the past week." "Why did you do that?" I asked. Even though my clothes were soaking wet, I never stopped to wonder how this sweet little old lady could have managed to get me so wet." "You really must forgive me, young man," smiled the old woman. "That simply wasn't meant for you at all. Just because a poor old woman lives out here all alone and away from other people doesn't give those damned delinquent rapscallions the right to torment me endlessly." "I certainly agree with you, ma'am. But right now my clothes are soaked and it's starting to get a little chilly." "Oh mercy, mercy me," replied the old woman. "I'm afraid you'll catch your death standing out here in the chill of the evening in those soggy clothes of yours. That wouldn't be good. And it would be all my fault too." The old woman smiled at me. Although I couldn't explain, her smile made me feel slightly anxious. "You being a total stranger and all, I wouldn't normally ask you in. And yet, seeing as it's all my fault you're so wet and soggy, why don't you come inside and sit for a spell beside my nice warm and cozy fire." "That's very kind of you, ma'am," I replied. "Think nothing of it, my dear laddie." I followed the old woman inside. I was glad she'd made the offer. It was definitely warmer in her cottage then it was outside. "I think you'll be better off if we get you out of those soggy clothes you're wearing." "What do you mean?" I asked nervously. "Oh goodness gracious me, young man," smiled the old woman. "I only meant you'll warm up that much quicker if you're wearing dry clothes." "But I don't have any dry clothes to put on." The old woman smiled. "I think I might have some around here that you can borrow until yours dry out. But they're not exactly like these clothes you're currently wearing. But at least they're dry. And I think they might fit." "Just what do you mean they're not like the clothes I'm wearing?" "It's very simple really, young man. Since no men live with me, you'd have to wear some of my clothes." I grimaced at the thought of having to wear the clothes of an old woman. But everything I'd been wondering about was all starting to make a lot more sense now. Obviously, the fraternity pranksters were behind all this crap. They were all probably having a real good laugh at my expense right about now. However, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the old woman was right. I had to get out of these wet clothes soon or risk winding up with a bad case of pneumonia. And besides, other than my future fraternity brothers, who were probably watching and recording everything through some cleverly concealed camera, no one would ever really know. "That will perfectly all right with me, ma'am." "You can change clothes in the other room," smiled the old woman. "I've already laid appropriate clothing out for you. Once you've changed into the dry clothes, then hand out your wet clothes to me so I can hang them up to dry. And while you're changing, I'll fix us both something warming to drink." After I went into other room, I was a little dismayed to see the clothes the old woman had considered appropriate. The panties, the knee-length skirt, and the long-sleeved cotton blouse wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't been so... pink. Pink had never really been my color. But at least the socks and the simple tennis shoes - even though they were just as pink as everything else - were things I thought I might be able to handle. But only if my feet somehow shrunk. I undressed as quickly as I could. Despite the obvious show I must be putting on for them, I had to admit it felt really good getting out of my wet clothes. As I'd agreed, I handed them out to the old woman. But I still wasn't all that pleased about putting these girl things on. However, wearing them was better than my only other alternative - freezing. I slid the panties on without incident. Putting them on wasn't all that much different from putting on the jockey shorts I wore every day. But being soft and silky as they were, they just felt really weird against my body. Without too much trouble, I slid into the skirt. Its hem was a couple of inches above my knees, but at least it was warmer. At least it was warmer where the skirt actually covered my body. I was certainly looking forward to sitting in front of the fire. The blouse, as I'd expected, was a little too small. Its sleeves came to end a couple of inches above my wrists. And I couldn't even begin to button the top three buttons. The socks, although small, were still just socks, even though I still didn't pink was my best color. In fact, pink wasn't even in the top hundred. As for the shoes, there was simply no way I was putting them on. They were plain and simply far too small for my large feet. I looked at myself in the mirror. "I really look ridiculous," I groaned. "But at least there's a saving grace in all of this. I'm a lot warmer than I would have been." And somehow - I just didn't know how yet - I'd find a way to get even with those pranksters from the fraternity house. And when the least expected it - whamo! Fully dressed again, I returned to the outer room. The swishing of my new skirt around my legs tickled and felt very strange. "Oh don't you look just darling," smiled the old woman once she saw me. "I feel really silly dressed this way." "There's no reason for you to feel silly, my dear." "That's easy for you to say, ma'am. You've always dressed this way." "So I have," replied the old woman. "But now you really must sit down in that comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. We really need to warm you a bit." Once I sat down in the chair she'd indicated, the old woman handed me a glass. "I think this should help warm you up," she grinned. "It's just an old family blend that's quite rare in these parts." "Thank you, ma'am," I replied politely. But I wondered just how much alcohol was in this rare old family blend of hers. I was still very amazed at the ingenuity of my future fraternity brothers. Everything just seemed too real. I took a small sip. "This is absolutely delicious, ma'am." And it was also so incredibly smooth, I wondered if it contained any alcohol at all. "I just knew you'd like it," grinned the old woman. I took another sip, a little longer than the previous one. And then I took another. And yet another. Soon than I thought possible, my glass had been emptied. However, I couldn't clearly remember drinking the whole thing myself. But the old woman had been right about one thing - the drink she'd given me had certainly warmed me up. Between the drink and the fire I felt really warm. And strangely, I felt rather safe and secure. I stretched out in the comfortable chair. And as I stretched my arms, I suddenly yawned. Oblivious to everything around me, I just sat there staring into the fire. "You may stand now, my dear," grinned the old woman. And I, of course, obediently stood. "Now please follow me, my dear." And I, of course, obediently followed. The old woman had me stand in front of a large full-length mirror. I was only too glad to do anything she wanted me to do. She placed a wig of long silky blonde hair on my head. As she said a few odd sounding words, my scalp tingled oddly. A moment after the odd tingling ceased, the old woman pulled on wig. She didn't seem the least surprised that the wig was now firmly attached to my scalp. She said a few more strange words. As a result, the hemline of my just above the knee skirt began slowly climbing up my leg. As it did, it tickled. Left behind the rising skirt were two long, quite slender and very hairless, legs. And at the same time, my legs' sleek new appearance quickly extended downwards. Another quick few words from the old woman caused the sleeves of the pink blouse to fade away. The buttons, including the three I could have never fastened, fell off as the two sides fused together. And once its neckline dropped leaving only two small straps over my now soft shoulders, I found myself wearing a pink tank top. "That just doesn't look quite right, my dear," said the old woman. She placed her hands on my chest, whispered a few more of her strange sounding words, and then stood back so she could watch my new breasts swell increasingly larger and larger. "I think that's much better. Don't you?" But I couldn't answer her question - not that I really wanted to question her anyway. Besides, everything seemed so totally disjointed, I was certain I was only having one wacky spaced out dream. The old woman glanced downwards. "We definitely can't have that. And since you'll eventually never think to use it, you'll never miss that thing anyway." With the same deliberateness as before, the old woman cupped her hands around my family jewels, whispered a few more strange words, and then stood back to watch again. She seemed quite pleased with herself as that telltale bulge beneath my skirt began leveling out and finally disappeared altogether. "I think we can both use a little rest before we continue, my dear. I'm afraid I'm not as young as I used to be a few hundred years ago. But you can return to the comfortable chair again." The old woman grinned. "I'm sure you'll be surprised when you next wake. And even though, it might take a while, I'm sure you'll eventually be pleased with what I've done for you." I turned away from the mirror and, even though I really couldn't tell, I swayed sexily toward the chair. A few minutes after I'd sat down, I'd happily fallen fast asleep. *** Sunlight was streaming in through the window when I next awoke. As I stretched my arms, I felt strange and peculiar, but I figured it was because I'd apparently, and quite inexplicably, slept in this chair all night. I wondered where the old woman was this morning. But as soon as I raised my head to look, I immediately felt the increased weight of my new long hair and the odd ticklish sensations it caused brushing across my bared back. "What the hell?" I mumbled. After grabbing a firm handful of my long blonde hair, I tugged - not all that gently - on it, hoping it would simply come off. But from the pain I experienced, I quickly realized my new long locks were both firmly and permanently attached. As soon as I rose out of the chair, I noticed another new and disquieting sensation. My chest felt strangely heavy and it seemed to jiggle as I moved. As my hand reached up to investigate further, I found the new weight's source. As much as I didn't want to believe it, I had two rather massive female breasts hanging from my chest. "Oh shit," I mumbled. "It wasn't some whacked out dream. I've really got a pair of big tits." And that discovery prompted another quick search in a somewhat lower portion of my anatomy. "What the fuck has happened to me?" I muttered, once my hand had confirmed its loss. "Now I've got a matching slit to go with these brand new tits." Feeling curious, I pulled down my short skirt so I could take a quick peek under my silky pink panties. Although I wasn't totally surprised by what I saw that still didn't mean I wanted to believe it. I now had very blonde pubic hair. "Old woman!" I screamed angrily in a voice several octaves above what I had previously thought normal. "Where the hell are you? What the fuck have you done to me?" There was no answer from that damned old woman. After quickly searching every nook and cranny I could find in the cottage, I finally concluded I was all alone. Could the old woman be somewhere outside the cottage? As I looked down at my now small and dainty feet, I knew I'd have to put some shoes on my feet before I could even consider going outside. Fortunately, the old woman had left me a pair of shoes. When I went back to that room where I changed out of my wet clothes, I found the pink tennis shoes on the floor right where I'd left them. Even if they were pink, I couldn't let that bother me now. With a casual ease, I slid my feet into the shoes. I wasn't surprised that they fit perfectly. Once I'd tied my shoes, I stormed angrily over to the outer door, opened it, and hollered in my new soprano voice. "Are you out here, you damned old woman!" There was no answer. Somehow I wasn't surprised. I stepped out onto the small porch. "Where the hell are you, you damned old bitch?" I screamed. "Why in the name of heaven did you turn me into a girl? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" Annoyingly, there still no answer. "Quit playing games with me. This isn't the least bit funny, you old bitch." But I was suddenly wondering - impossible as it seemed - if bitch was just a word that only rhymed with what the old woman really was. I also began thinking this shit the old woman had put me through had absolutely nothing to do with my initiation into the fraternity. I stepped off the small porch. "Please change me back, ma'am," I whined. "I don't really want to be a girl." Suddenly I heard an odd popping noise behind me. Swiftly swirling around, I could only stare at the now vacant clearing where the old woman's gingerbread cottage had formerly stood. "Come back!" I hollered at the top of lungs. "Please come back!" Suddenly, I wanted to cry. "I really don't want to stay this way." All of a sudden, I had a horrible thought. What if I was supposed to have been inside that cottage when it disappeared? If that were the case, then someone was going to be royally pissed off when the cottage arrived wherever it was going and I didn't show up with it as expected. They'll probably come back looking for me. And the multitude of things they might decide to do to me in this nubile female form they've given me were not really things on which I wanted to dwell. I realized I didn't have too many choices. I had to get out of these woods as soon as I possibly could. And once I was finally safe, then I'd figure out some way of turning this busty female body I'd been recently issued back into the real me. It didn't take long before I'd set off in the direction that I was fairly certain was the direction from which I'd come last night. *** I had no idea just how long I'd been wandering around lost in these woods. Even though it had been morning when I'd left the clearing where the cottage had previously stood, I was fairly certain it wouldn't be too long before the sun would be setting again. And I certainly didn't relish the idea of spending a night alone in these woods in this body. Suddenly, I saw a light in the distance coming towards me. The way it was bouncing around told me it was probably a flashlight. And if that were true, then hopefully its owner would know the way out of these spooky old woods. As I headed towards the light, I stepped on a fallen twig. "Who's there?" shouted a decidedly male voice. But I didn't answer. Approaching some unknown male in the dark and in these woods and in this female body no longer seemed like such a good idea to me. But what other options did I really have? So I did what I thought I had to do; I continued walking towards the light. But since he knew I was out here I made no further attempt to conceal my presence. "Who's there?" the male voice shouted out again. I knew it was do or die time for me. "Will you help me?" I asked him from the safety of the shadows. "Come out where I can see you." The young man pointed his flashlight in my direction. I thought the young man looked a little surprised at seeing an attractive young girl come out from behind a tree. And I was certainly surprised to see him standing there. "Will you help me?" I asked shyly. I stared at him for several moments, as I wondered how it could be possible for me and my former male body to be in the same place at the same time. "If I can, I certainly will," replied the young man. "What do you need?" "I need to get out of these woods as quickly as possible." It was definitely the truth, but I also wanted to tell my former self much more. Only I couldn't say any of those things I thought he needed to hear for some unknown reason. "You're almost out of the woods now. Just continue that way." Todd pointed in the general direction from which he'd obviously just come. "Would you come with me, Todd?" Oh shit, I thought. I hadn't meant to call him Todd. But I hoped he hadn't noticed my little goof. "I can't, babe. I have too many things to do." Suddenly, he stared at me. "Why did you call me Todd? How did you know that was my name?" Obviously, he'd noticed. "What?" I asked, while trying to think of something that would at least sound like a reasonable excuse. "I must have recognized you from school. I think you might be in one of my classes." "Oh really," Todd smiled. I could tell my former self doubted that flimsy explanation. "Somehow, I don't think so," he added. "What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "I think the guys at the frat put you up this," he replied. "That explains how you already knew my name." "But that's not true," I objected quickly, although I knew my former self was never going to buy the real explanation. "Of course it's true, Miss," smiled Todd. "But, since you know mine, have you got a name?" I stared at my former self. After a long pause I replied, "You can call me... Tiffany." I wondered from where that name had originally come. I'd never even met anyone named Tiffany before I'd entered the woods last night. And now I had just found out she was really me. "That's a pretty name... for a very pretty girl." "Please leave these woods with me, Todd," I pleaded. What a dumb shit, I thought. But then, I'd always known Todd had been a little stubborn and pigheaded. "No can do, babe." "But you must!" The way Todd kept calling me babe was getting very annoying. I didn't like being called a babe one little bit. "This place is full of evil," I warned him. "It changes people in ways you could never imagine." "I love this part of the story," replied Todd. "You're really good at this. Are you studying to be an actress? Can you tell me how long it took to make this all up?" "It's not just a story. It's the absolute truth." I wondered why Todd wouldn't listen to me. "And if you don't leave these woods right now, you'll soon find out just how true it really is." "This just isn't going to work, Tiff babe," smiled Todd. "But I'll be sure to tell the guys you did an excellent job trying to sell their story. However, I won't tell them anything about how you screwed up calling me by my name." "But Todd..." I began. Oddly being called Tiff babe didn't seem to bother me as much as it had only few minutes earlier. But as long as I was in this sexy hot body, I just knew I'd have to get used to being called and thought a babe. "No buts, babe. I'm going deeper into the woods and spending the night in some little cottage." Suddenly, I quite impulsively planted a wet juicy kiss squarely on my former self's lips. A moment later, I pulled back from Todd. With big playful grin, I told him, "You can have a lot more of the same, if you'll only take me out of these spooky old woods." I couldn't believe what I'd just done. And at the same time, I couldn't believe how incredibly sexy I suddenly felt. "Any other time I wouldn't hesitate to take you up on your offer," said Todd. "Give me your number and I'll call you, Tiff babe." I smiled at Todd. "I don't think that will be necessary, Todd. I'm sure I'll find you on the campus sometime soon." And yet, I knew I wouldn't be seeing Todd anytime soon. Deciding to give him one last chance, I looked longingly at Todd. "Are you absolutely certain you won't come with me?" "I'm positive." "That's too bad, but I suppose it's not all unexpected," I replied. I pointed in the direction Todd had pointed earlier. "Are you sure that's the right way out of these woods?" "It shouldn't take you more than fifteen to twenty minutes, Tiffany." I brushed my lips against Todd's cheek. It didn't seem quite as strange this time. "I'll see you later on, Todd." However, I was wondering what Todd would think right now if he knew that the next time he saw me I'd be him. But I also now knew there was no sense in trying to rock the boat. What was was what will be. And what is is what had been. "And there's one other thing you must remember - stay away from the gingerbread house." "Stay away from the gingerbread house?" repeated Todd puzzledly. "What the hell does that mean?" I had heard him ask his questions, although I also remembered that the Todd I'd once been had thought the Tiffany I now was hadn't. But it was already too late to answer his question and he'd find out soon enough anyway. "What a very odd boy I used to be," I muttered, as I headed out of the woods. "But he can't say I didn't warn him. I just can't believe I was ever such a gullible little schnook. However, I really think he'll start enjoying life s whole lot more once he's become a really hot babe like me." *** I was greatly relieved when I finally left the forest behind. It seemed strange to find Dennis Holt still waiting right where I'd left him when I'd been Todd yesterday. That brought up an interesting point. Was Dennis waiting for Tiffany now? Or was he still waiting for Todd? "Tiffany?" asked Dennis when he spotted me. "What are you doing here?" I didn't know why, but I was pleased Dennis had recognized me as Tiffany. "I just thought I could help." "You shouldn't go out into those woods alone, Tiff," he warned me. "It's dangerous out there." No shit, Sherlock, I thought. "I don't see how it can be that dangerous, Dennis." I really didn't want Dennis to start thinking I thought he was dumb. "I should have never let Todd go in there alone," he explained. "It was All Hallow's Eve - the time of Samhain. I should have known better." "Todd's a big boy, Dennis. I'm sure he's all right." "I'm not. Did you know he never showed up at the frat's cottage last night?" "I... I mean, he didn't? How do you know that?" "The cameras recorded everything that went on there. And none of them captured his image." "How very strange," I remarked, even though I knew there was nothing strange about it. For a moment or two, I wondered if I should tell Dennis that I had once been Todd. I thought it might make him feel a little better knowing his friend was all right. But I dismissed that notion quickly. If Dennis believed me, which I doubted he ever would, then Dennis would very likely be totally freaked out. And something like that would probably make him impotent, which was suddenly and inexplicably the very last thing I wanted happening to Dennis. I just couldn't believe how handsome Dennis was now. I'd never even noticed it before now, but that really wasn't overly surprising. When I'd been Todd, I'd liked girls and Dennis had just been a good friend. But now that I was Tiffany as well as one hot sexy babe, I was beginning to see several things quite differently than I had as Todd before. Feeling impulsive, I kissed Dennis. And just as I'd hoped he quickly responded. "Let's go back to my room, Dennis," I suggested. "What about Todd?" "What about him?" I quickly replied. "As I told you before he's a big boy. Surely, he can take care of himself." I smiled at Dennis. "I'm sure if he were here right now, he'd be thinking about getting laid. And I also think he be disappointed if you missed your chance with me." "You're probably right about that," smiled Dennis suggestively. I leaned over and kissed him. I thought I was finally getting the hang of it from my new female point of view. "So what do you want to do?" I asked Dennis. "Do you want to go back to my room? Or do you want to wait here for Todd to return." I smiled wickedly at Dennis. "But before you give me your answer, I want you to remember just one little thing. Right now, I'm as horny as hell." "I'm sure the others will find me when Todd finally turns up." "I'm sure they will, lover," I replied, even though I knew Todd never would. After all, aside from those spooky old woods, it just wasn't possible for Todd to show up where I was since I was really Todd. Dennis slid his arm around me - I liked the way having his strong arm around me made me feel so sexy - and together we headed off into the sunset. *** About a month later, I stood solemnly before the "Wall of Missing Brothers". They'd finally decided Todd had vanished and added his picture to their memorial wall. Dennis, to whom I was now engaged, had taken me to the ceremony so I could see them honor my still missing brother Todd. It was definitely easier to explain to people that Todd was my brother. I didn't think too many people would believe that I was actually Todd. It had always been difficult trying to convince people, who didn't really want to be convinced of something they thought impossible, that something wasn't the way they knew it must be. Who would ever actually believe that sexy Tiffany Warren was actually her brother Todd. I mean, sometimes I had trouble believing it. As I stood there, a young woman came up to me. "Is that your brother?" she asked me. "He's quite handsome." I blushed slightly. "Yes, that's my brother Todd." "Do you still miss him?" "Sometimes," I replied. "But it's kind of hard to explain." "I don't really think it's as hard as you might think, Miss Warren." I stared at her. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Patsy Henderson," she replied with an odd smile. "However that's my married name. And from it you'd probably never realize we have something very interesting in common." "And what might that be, Mrs. Henderson?" I curiously asked. "Please call me Patsy," smiled the young woman. "Did you know the picture of the young man hanging next to your brother Todd is Pete Fulton?" "I was told that once, Patsy," I replied. "I thought as much. But what you obviously don't know is my maiden name was Fulton," replied Patsy. "And Pete Fulton, even though he was an only child, was my brother." The End