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A Little "Black" Magic ? by: Donna Allyson (c) 2001 Author's note: Please excuse the literary license I have taken with history and traditions. I have done so to advance the story line. Prolouge In retrospect, I have to admit I was an asshole and needed to learn a lesson. Not that admitting that will change anything. I am now paying the price for my insensitivity and arrogance. To see me now you would think that I had been raise as a prim and proper girl with all the correct training in deportment, manners and feminine graces. Well that is not true. Yes, I have learned all those things and more but not as a result of being raised that way but as a matter of necessity. I probably should back up a few years to when I was sixteen and explain how I eventually ended up in dresses and petticoats and chairing the local chapter of the Young Black Belles Society. My dear friend Hattie Lapointe eventually told me what had caused my transformation. I hold no grudges however. I unwittingly asked for what happened and I am now quite happy with the results. It is strange how a punishment can end up being a Godsend. I ramble. I have to meet Todd shortly so let me tell you the story while I have time. Chapter 1 I was born in 1950 into an upper middle class Louisiana family. From the time I can remember I was taught constantly that the family traditions must above all else be maintained. In our, family it was the male role model that had to be followed to the letter. Women were to bear children and maintain the home. They were to be protected and respected. Blacks on the other hand were somewhere just above the barnyard animals in the pecking order. They were there to serve the white folk and not to be interfering in their betters business. It was my willingness to continue in this tradition that eventually got be into trouble or should I say, skirts. Talmadge Township is a small rural community that is located in the peak of the triangle formed by Chalmette and Baton Rouge and is nestled on the south shore of Lake Pontchartrain. To find Talmadge on a map is difficult. There is only one road leading into the village and it is a two lane gravel road and not well marked and during the spring it is often under four inches of water runoff from the bayou bordering the lake. The area is a mish-mash of small private farms that were granted out to former slaves by the Federal Government at the end of the Civil War when the large plantations were broken up. As time went on, the blacks were bought out by a combination of intimidation and fear by the by angry southern whites who felt left out of the new order. This allowed the land to be purchased dirt cheap. The descendants of these disgruntled whites make up the majority of Talmadge's twelve hundred souls. Great-grandfather had acquired a hundred and twenty five acre plot from the son of a former slave. He had at least paid the man a fair price for the land. My Great-grandfather worked the land for years producing everything from cotton to peanuts. When he died my Grandfather inherited that land but he was not much of a farmer and eventually he sold off all the land except for a five acre parcel that contained the family home. With the money he went into the gas station business in the 1930s. It was in the family home that I was raised with my brother Jeb and my sister Beth. I was the middle sibling. Beth younger than me by two years. Jeb was the older by three years and was Dad's favorite of course. My name? Jeremy (Jerry) Kline or more appropriately it is now Geraldine Kline. Gerry for short. My father was like my grandfather, a true Louisianan, firm in their beliefs and stubborn through and through. To them the rights of the states came before anything that the 'Damned Northerners' wanted. Their philosophy was that the Feds should say in Washington and leave the people to decide their own future. I was getting my share of this teaching. By the time I was ten, I would not walk on the same side of the street with a black kid. I would stand with my friends and taunt all the kids going into the small Catholic Church on Sundays. And girls? What did girls know? It was us men that had all the problems and knew the way of things. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't getting into trouble with the law or anything, I was just a typical white Southern Baptist male who thought that the stars and bars was the national flag and I had to impress my friends on how loyal I was to the ways of the southern tradition. I had just turned sixteen when I made the 'fatal' mistake of running afoul of Matilda LaPointe. I should have known better and I did. Even the old-timers knew better than to cross that black witch's path. But, I was in one of those euphoric states when I could do no wrong and impressing the guys was more important than anything else. So not only did I cross her once but I had to go and do it a second time. I had no idea that that would be the beginning of a whole new way of looking at life and the start of my makeover. Let me tell you this, if you do not believe in black magic and voodoo, that's fine. Just do not test the practitioners. Stay far away from them and do not cross them or their children. You might not like the results. Chapter 2 Matilda Lapointe was the descendant of a long line of Haitian women who had studied and practiced Vodun. Her great-grandfather was a French sailor who had forced himself on her great-grandmother during a drunken rampage by his shipmates in the slave quarters. The next day the sailors were gone back to their ship and had sailed away. There were three women of the nearly dozen who had been raped that night that that had been left pregnant. Matilda's female predecessors had, from that time on, vowed to remain faithful to the 'white' side of Loa to make all who violated their family pay the consequences. Matilda's mother had left Haiti as a young woman and had married an American of mixed Haitian/Irish blood, Louis Pere', who had come to Haiti on a vacation and to search out his family roots. He was a attorney from Boston and after they were married they settled in New York's Harlem district where he became quite successful defending the swelling black population at the end of the first world war. Matilda was born in New York in 1921. Her affluent parents had sent her to Berkeley Finishing School for Young Ladies in Boston. Berkeley School was noted for it's program for third and fourth year high school girls. It specialized in refining young ladies for secretarial careers with an emphasis on deportment and social graces. She returned home in 1939 and two years later on her twentieth birthday she married Anton LaPointe. Their time together was short and by February of '42 he had joined the Navy. After the war Gus stayed in the Navy as a career officer. Stationed at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, Anton Lapointe had the best of both worlds. A career, a beautiful wife of some affluence and he was stationed close to home. Matilda had had some trouble conceiving a child and it was not until 1953 that Hattie was born. In 1955 while serving on a destroyer escort, Anton suffered a stroke. He never recovered. Matilda grieved long and hard and after her mother passed away the following year Matilda decided to move. She finally settled with her young daughter, in the small Louisiana town of Talmadge. It was here that her mother's sister had settled years earlier and she at least had some family. Her finances safely intact, she bought a small cottage on the edge of town and eventually opened a small bakery that catered to the local Haitian population. Matilda had learned about Vodun from her mother but it was her Aunt Leanda who taught her the refinements. Matilda had seldom ever used the magic. Matilda was a full Mambo and did occasionally use her 'magic' to invoke a healing power for her community but never in retribution. Not that is until a young bigot named Jeremy had decided to use his bigotry on her 12 year old daughter Hattie. The first time when he had harassed Hattie and her friends while they were going into church was bad enough but the second time was insulting and frightening. She had to teach him a lesson that he and his bigot father would never forget. She felt sorry for Jeremy's mother. She was a kind lady and deserved better. Maybe this was just what she would need. [-earlier-] It was a warm muggy late July day in 1965. The waters of the bayou had long since receded and the land was alive with the scents and signs of the approaching summer. Jeremy and his friend Todd Blake were laying up against an old log, their fishing poles in hand and the lines stretching out into the stream that exited the lake. They just laid there waiting for a catfish to strike their line. Todd was an orphan and lived at the local orphanage. Normally the orphanage transferred the older boys to Baton Rouge at sixteen but Todd was handy with cars and the orphanage had let him stay as a part time mechanic. As a result Todd had a lot of free time and his pay was his own, the school had remodeled the old storage room in the back of the garage into a living quarters for him, providing him with room and board. It was a good deal for a sixteen year old. ++++++++++ Hattie had gone out early that morning to gather a harvest of wild Huckleberries. She followed the old path along the stream that lead back to town. She and her mother lived in a neat but modest cottage on the main road. The path actually wound it's way through their back yard and this afforded the girl an easy and safe way to travel without going out on the main road. In the old tradition, Hattie wore a plain white ankle length cotton dress and she had donned a red and white checkered apron with which to carry her bounty in. She was quite pleased. She had filled her apron to capacity and was holding the prize tightly in the apron and she was singing an old Haitian love song as she walked back towards her home. Jeremy heard the girl singing as she approached the point where the path came along the stream. He did not see her at first but from the girl's voice he knew who it was. Jeremy poked Todd in the ribs. "Hear that? I bet that is that witch Matilda's kid," Jeremy said with a sneer. "Want to have some fun?" "I don't think so Jerry, You know that it is suppose to be real bad to fool with her or her kid. I really don't think I want to be on the receiving end of any of her black magic shit," Todd replied. A slight sense of fear in his voice. "Oh come on Todd. You don't believe that crap do you?" "I... I don't know Jerry. I think we ought to leave the kid alone. Just in case," Todd replied fearfully. He knew Jeremy was going to do something stupid and he wanted no part of it. "Suit yourself then sissy. I'll do it then." Todd picked up his reel and rod. "Jeremy let's not fuck around. Come on, lets get out of here," Todd pleaded. "You go if you want to. If your chicken. I am going to have some fun with that black bitch," Jeremy said menacingly as he walked towards the path. "No way Jeremy. I am out of here. You may be sorry though," Todd said as he walked out onto the path and in the opposite direction. Ducking under a tree limb as he hurried off, Todd yelped as a lock of his hair caught on a branch. The small lock of hair firmly held to the thorny branch. Todd could hear the girl getting closer and he hurried off. He wanted no part of the affair. His unwillingness to help the girl knowing what was about to happen would cost him dearly later on but not nearly as much as Jerry would. Hattie came around a small bend in the path and almost walked into Jeremy who was standing in the path but leaning against a tree. She knew this kid's reputation of being a jerk but she did not have any fear of him as he had never actually hurt anyone but still she felt apprehensive as he stood erect and blocked her path. "Well who have we here? if it isn't little '"Miss Witch'," Jerry stated sarcastically as the girl approached. "And what have you been up to? Gathering some toads and spiders for your mother's brew?" he asked with a sarcastic laugh. "No, just some Huckleberries. Now would you please let me pass," Hattie asked nervously. "Not till you show me what you collected. I still think you have some of that weird stuff you mother uses," Jerry said. His tone of voice hinting of trouble. Hattie was not taking any chances aggravating the boy. She opened her apron to show her harvest of berries. Jeremy had hoped that the girl would resist and he became even more agitated when she had responded to his demand. Seeing the apron full of plain old huckleberries he cursed and with one swipe of his hand had sent the contents of Hattie's apron scattering over the ground. Hattie gasped in surprise at the act and then cursed. "Oh my, such language from a little girl. You should be ashamed of yourself." Jerry said tauntingly. He reached out and grasped the apron the girl was wearing and the loose bow yielded to the pull. The force however sent the girl sprawling on the ground. Jerry found himself holding the material. He threw the apron on the ground next to the pile of berries. The girl lay on the ground stunned. She had slightly hit her head on the stump of a tree. The hem of her long dress had ridden up about her thighs and Jerry could just see the hint of the lace edging on her panties. Emboldened by the stories of his ancestors domination of the black race and how they had used the pretty younger black girls, especially the light skinned mulattos for their own pleasure, Jerry decided to give it a try. Before the girl could cry out, Jerry dropped his pants to his ankles, reached under the girls skirt and tore her panties off. He straddled between her legs. Hattie pleaded with him to stop. Jerry was not listening. It had gone to far and he was determined to show this little black witch who was boss. Holding his hand over her mouth to stop her screams, he used his other hand to masturbate his penis to rigidity. He did not care that a small amount of precum had dripped onto the hem of her dress, He was intent on doing a lot more. He was about to insert his raging hard on into her when he felt his head jerk back and his hair almost rip from his head. Actually some did. Before he realized what happened he was on his back. His pants around his ankles, his knees bent and penis facing the sky. Hattie was on her feet hugging her mother's waist, her face buried in her skirts. Matilda held her daughter with one arm and the boys hair with her other hand. Her countenance at that moment was enough to freeze hell over, yet she controlled her rage. Barely. "You little bigoted bastard. You will pay for this. It is a good thing I came looking for Hattie when I did. If you had raped her you would not live to see tomorrow. I have other plans for you now." Jerry pulled away from the woman and stood up. He pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. He had a sarcastic grin on his face. This was the deep south and no one would take a black woman's word against his and even if they did, he would have gotten only a 'hand slapping' for punishment, so he was not worried about any repercussions. "So what are you going to do witch, call the cops? They won't take your word over mine. Besides I'll bet some white guy will break that little bitch's cherry before long anyway, if I don't first." Matilda felt the heat of anger rise inside of her. She knew the boy was correct as far as the law was concerned yet she had to do something to protect her daughter. "At least it wont be you that gets Hattie's cherry," she said. "Oh really? What are you going to do witch. Concoct some potion that will turn me into a girl or something? That's the only way you will be able to stop me," Jerry replied with a laugh. Taking Hattie by the hand, she walked away. She heard Jerry's laugh of ridicule ring in her ears. She noted the lock of hair in the tree branch and she pulled it free and placed it in her apron pocket along with the one she had pulled from Jerry's head. "Good idea 'Geraldine'. Good idea. You have sealed your own fate and that of your cowardly, sissy friend Todd," Matilda said to herself. "Don't worry Hattie dear, he won't hurt you again, I promise." Chapter 3 Jerry left the wooded are feeling quite pleased with himself. He had taught those Negro half-breeds a lesson. True he had not screwed the little witch but he was quite sure that she and her witch mother would stay clear of him in the future. Jerry headed into town to find is friend Todd. Todd was a wimp but Jerry tolerated him because he could wrap his little follower around his finger. Jerry had been quite surprised that Todd had not stayed around to watch the fun. Well at least he could find Todd and brag about his conquest. +++++++++ Matilda got her daughter undressed and into a hot tub. She took the dress and petticoat that Hattie had been wearing to the basement laundry. She was about to throw it in the washer when she noticed the stains on the hem. When she realized what the stains were her rage returned. She had considered some mild spell to put on the boy to teach him a lesson but the semen stain reinforced in her mind what the SOB had been intent on doing to Hattie. She took the dress and put it in the washer. She hoped the washer would get all that disgusting semen out of the material. Matilda place the locks of hair she had collected in separate sterile jars and labeled the owner's name on each. She hummed to herself as she took down the black and gold book and opened it to the page on transformations. She took two gender neutral paper mache' doll forms from her desk and placed them beside the dolls. It had been a long time since she had used the magic skills and she had never done transformation magic. She wanted to get it right. She did not want to injure the boys, just transform them to meet her needs. She would call a Hounfort of the Societe when she was ready. +++++++++++ Todd was sitting in their favorite booth when Jerry walked into the Malt shop on Main Street. Walking over to the booth Jerry flopped down across from his friend. "So, What happened?" Todd asked a little nervously. "Oh nothing much. I did scare the shit out of the little witch though. Especially when she got a look at my prick," Jerry bragged. The implication was not lost on Todd. "Did you screw her? Right there in the woods?" he asked inquisitively. "Nah, I was going to. I had her panties off and I was about to tap her when her mother came along and stopped me. I swear that woman must use ESP. What was the chances that see would come along just then? She was pissed but didn't do anything. She wouldn't dare. The whole town would think that Hattie was a slut." "I saw her mother look my way as I left," Todd said. "Did she mention me?" "Oh she saw you alright. She called you a cowardly little sissy and threatened to fix both our 'wagons.." She even called me Geraldine. The witch...." "Why? I didn't do anything to Hattie?" Todd asked quizzically. "Oh I think she expected you to stop me or something. Don't worry about it. She was just blowing off steam," Jerry said with a laugh. "I hope so Jerry. I don't trust her. She is libel to use some of that black magic voodoo stuff to get even." Toss appeared nervous. "Bullshit Todd. That is nothing but bullshit. All she can do is threaten us verbally. That is all she can do," Jerry said vehemently. Inside Jerry was not quite sure of what he had just said. He shrugged his shoulders. "Lets get a hamburger. I starved. Chapter 4 Hattie cried most of the rest of the day. Matilda tried soothing the girl's feelings but to no avail. Seeing her daughter's distress only strengthened Matilda's resolve to teach those white trash a lesson. In particular her rage focused on the Kline boy. Matilda finally got Hattie quieted down and put to bed. She finally sobbed herself to sleep. It was close to 9:00 PM when Matilda returned to workshop and took the two jars and placed then on top of the black and gold book. Matilda picked up her phone and made several calls. The first to her 85 year old Aunt Leanda. Needless to say the old woman was furious when she heard Matilda's account of the incident. "Call Louis and Sadie. Have them pick me up and we will be over in an hour. I think a Hounfort is in order," the old woman said with determination. Matilda sat and sipped on a cup of green tea and waited. She was quite sure that her Aunt would want to do something drastic to avenge Hattie's insult. Matilda had her own agenda and it did not involve physical injury to the boys, just a strong lesson. Just a short time in dresses to feel how it is to be on the receiving end of some jerk's bigoted remarks or forced attentions. Matilda formed her plan and was determined to keep the Hounfort in check. She was certain the Lois and Sadie would agree to her plan. *********** Jerry and Todd had picked up the two girls and had headed out to Larry's Hamburger Heaven by the lake. It was a local teen hangout and usually ended up with the kids pairing off around midnight to make out on the beach. Jerry was all fired up. His intent was to do more than make out with Judy Miller. He was going to get his rocks off oneway or another. Todd was along for his easy willingness to pay for the food. Todd, in Jerry's mind was a follower and an easy mark. Jerry had it all planned. Dump Todd and that nerdy Susan Jacobson, after Todd had paid of course, and head to the lake with Judy. If he had known what was soon to happen, Jerry would have had a lot more on his mind and it would not have been Judy Miller. ************ For her age, Leandra was more like sixty than eighty-five. She still had her stature and stood straight at 5' 9". Her 170 pounds and stern ebony looks made even the white bigots pay her mind and steer clear of her. She could if she wished, let out quite a diatribe of wrath on those who crossed her path. Leandra was a certified master Mambo and had full access to whatever voodoo spell she wished to cast. Louis and Sadie, her driver and housekeeper were well aware of her powers as they had been on the receiving end only once and did not want a repeat. The six month body swap they had had to endure had been enough to teach them a lesson. Enough so that they had decided to learn the art from Leandra and be on her best side. They had been good students and had finally been accepted into the Societe. To Leandra, Hattie was her pride and joy. She was determined to end that young bigot's 'reign of terror' on society and especially on her 'lovely Hattie'. Knowing Matilda as she did, Leandra was sure to she would let the boys off light. She was a 'softy' when it came to meting out punishment. Since it was Matilda that had called for the Hounfort, and it was her choice as to the results, Leandra could only hope to modify the punishment and still not violate Matilda's justice. Maybe making them rats would suffice. Leandra thought as she sat in the back of the car for the short ride to her Niece's cottage. It was close to 11:00 PM when the car turned into gravel driveway of Matilda's cottage. +++++++++++++ Jerry looked at his watch. It was close to 11:0O PM and the walk down to the beach was about a quarter mile. If he was to get laid tonight he decided he better get moving. "Hey Todd, Judy and I are headed down to the beach. Want to come?" Jerry asked, knowing that his friend would refuse. Todd was engrossed in looking over the workings of a 57 Chevy that was parked in the lot of Larry's. "Eh, no thanks Jerry. Susan and I are staying her for awhile. You go ahead. I'll catch up with you later. Say about 12:30?" "Ok Pal. By the way, can you pick up the tab from Larry? I catch you later on it?" Jerry asked as he walked towards the path. "Sure, sure. No problem," Todd replied. "See you later." Susan leaned up against the side of the car. The look on her face was one of boredom but since she hardly ever got a date from anyone, she was reluctant to tell Todd how she felt. How she wished she had been born a guy. 'Things would be a lot different if she was a boy instead of some timid girl. Sixteen and never had my clothes off in front of a boy. Look at Judy, if she has her way she will be raping Jerry, not the other way around. I must be sick,' she thought to herself in frustration. Susan looked over at Todd. "If I were you I would not be looking at some greasy engine right now," she said under her breath. "Todd?" Susan said sharply "Huh?" Todd replied not looking up from inside the engine hood. "Are we going with Jerry and Judy?" "Ah, yeah. In a minute," Todd replied half heartedly, not looking up. Her frustration increasing, Susan walked back inside Larry's. Todd did not noticed that she had left. When he finally did notice that she was gone he say her and a couple of other girls leaving the lot in a car. Susan would never date Todd again. For that matter, Todd would never date any other girl again for a long time. +++++++++++++ Leandra sat and listened to Matilda explain in detail the events of earlier in the day. The more she listened the more angry she got. She kept looking at the dolls and samples in the jars and shook her head. "So Matilda, what is it you have planned for that animal and his weak kneeded friend? You did not call us her for a Hounfort unless you had something in mind. Maybe turning them into rats or something?" the old woman said vehemently. "No nothing so drastic. I was thinking along the lines of maybe letting them feel what it is like to be on the receiving end for a change. A month or do as girls might be a nice payback," Matilda said, an edge to her voice. "That's to good for them. I like the rat idea better," replied Matilda. Lois and Sadie smiled an nodded their heads in agreement. "Aunt Leandra. You know we don't do those things. It is not an acceptable alternative," Matilda said. Leandra relented, "I know dear. But we can do it if we wish and that would be a nice fitting punishment for that bigot Jeremy Kline." "I know but it would also punish his parents and that is not what I want to do." "Ok Matilda, have it your way. You and Hattie are the offended here and have the right to choose. I still like the rat idea," Leandra said with a slightly 'evil' laugh. I will agree to help but you have to accept one condition." "What is that?" Matilda asked with some suspicion that she was being manipulated by the older woman. "Kline's punishment must be at least 3 years so that he can see and also experience the bigotry his kin caused our people. As for the Blake boy, I will leave that up to you but he must be punished for at least a short time for his indifference otherwise I will leave now and do my own Hounfort." Matilda knew that she did not want Leandra doing her own thing. She was capable great mischief and she did not feel the boys needed that much punishment. "Ok Aunt Leandra. I guess you have at right to make some conditions since Hattie is also your family." "Good. That's settled. Lets get on with it then." Ten minutes later there were two dolls dressed in small Barbie like dresses. One doll was light brown and the other white. The white doll had a long blonde ponytail wig attached and the black one had a black straight wig that came all the way down to it's waist. To the black doll, the lock of Jeremy's hair was weaved into the wig. To the white doll she attached Todd's lock. Leandra pick up each doll. She drew a small circle at the base of the hairline on each doll. The circles not quite closed. "You may close Blakes's the circle when you feel the time is right Matilda and end his punishment but Kline's may not be closed until he asks us to and we both agree that he has learned his lessons," the old woman said. Matilda had a feeling that it would be a lot longer than three years before Jeremy Kline's circle was closed. Leandra, Matilda, Sadie and Louis began the chants from the Book. The rift in the time line was hardly noticed. Only Jerry and Todd noticed the changes and they found they could not speak about them. To everyone in Talmadge things were as they had always been. +++++++++++ "So that was the beginning. I have to tell you that the first month was a living hell. I knew what had happened, at least to Todd and I. Except with Todd, I was not able to talk about it to anyone. Every time I tried, I found myself tongue-tied. Todd had the same problem only worse. He was now a ten year old. We just had to go along for the 'ride'. I will tell you I did not like it one bit." What bothered me the most, was my parents. They accepted everything as if it was normal. Dad and Mon seemed like different people. When Mom told me I was going to a training school for girls in Boston, I was perplexed beyond explanation. It was, the same school that Hattie's mother had attended. It was Hattie's mother that had planted the idea in Mom's head that I needed to go even if I protested. Anyway, Let me continue..... +++++++++++ Chapter 5 I first noticed that something was wrong while on the beach with Judy Miller. I had just gotten Judy out of her panties. She had taken down the zipper of my pants and was undoing my belt when it started. I should have by this time had a raging hard-on but instead I found I could not get it up at all. Then it started. I was not in pain or anything like that. Instead I felt a pressure all over my body like I was in a pressure chamber. I felt like everything inside was moving around. The best I can explain it is like I had a massive rumbling in my stomach except it was all over my body. I pushed Judy's hand away as I bent over at the waist. It must have shown on my face. "What's wrong Jerry?" Judy asked as she looked into my face and heard the rumbling. "I don't know. All of a sudden I don't feel well. I think we had better go," I replied. Judy put her panties back on and straightened her skirt while I stood up. I was wobbly on my feet and Judy had to help me back to Larry's. By the time we got back to the parking lot I felt a little better. We found Todd sitting in the car waiting. He did not look so good either. Not sick or anything like that. Just frightened. "So what's your problem?" I asked as Judy and I got in the car. "Ah, nothing. I'll tell you later. Let's just head home." "Where's Susan?" I asked. "She bugged out while I was checking out the Chevy," Todd replied. "You and your cars. She was probably pissed that you ignored her. "Yeh, yeah. Well screw her. Lets get out of here," Todd said. He appeared to be scared but I let it go. We dropped Judy at her home. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and ran her hand over my groin as she got out of the car. She gave me a funny look but said nothing. She just let out a little giggle and closed the door. We were not ten feet down the road when Todd opened up. "Jerry did anything happen to you while you were down at the beach?" he asked excitedly. "Just felt a little stomach upset. Why?" I asked. "Me too. I felt awful so I headed into the men's room. I was ot sure if I was going to have the runs. That's when I found out." "Found what? I asked irritably. "This," Todd said as he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I almost ran the car off the road when Todd grabbed my hand. "Are you nuts? What did you do that for," I asked incredulously. "Feel it Jerry. If you can. It's almost gone," Todd said as he actually started to cry like a girl. "What's gone? Todd," I asked. "My dick and balls. They're almost gone. I swear it is changing into a pussy. A fucking pussy Jerry, I don't even have any hair down there." Todd was screaming now. His voice seemed a lot higher too. I reached down and felt myself. My heart started to pound. He was right. I reached down and felt my cock. It felt quite small. I was damned scared. "Look Todd. I'll drop you at home and call you in the morning. This has got to be something else. Right now you are upset. I think your reading more into this than you need to," I said not quite confident that I was right. "You don't believe me do you. Here stick your hand in here and check it out for yourself," Todd said as he pulled down his zipper and loosened his belt. "Todd. cut it out. If anyone saw you now they would think we were a couple of fags." "Fine, I'll call you in the morning then," Todd said as he got out of the car in front of the side wing of the orphanage. Jerry noticed that Todd seemed to be speaking with a little girl's voice, almost crying. I passed it off to his hysteria. When I got home Dad and Mom were both in bed sleeping. I headed to my room and got undressed. I did an inspection of my privates and felt relief. Everything was still there but did seem a little smaller than usual but that had happened before when I was stressed out so I passed it off to a bad night. Todd must have freaked out and made it sound worse than it really was. "We probably caught some damned swamp bug or Something," I said to myself. With that I put on my pajamas and headed for the bed. Chapter 6 The screams could be heard throughout the orphanage. The staff found the little girl sitting in a corner of the garage's backroom storage area. She was dressed only in a man's bathrobe but had it wrapped tightly around herself. Mrs. Henderson the nighttime house mother picked the girl up off the floor and hugged her close. "Toni, what were you doing out here?" she asked. All the girl would say over and over again was, "No, no, no. Please. please tell me this didn't happen." Mrs. Henderson felt the girl's pain. "It's all right child. I understand," she said but really didn't, thinking the girl was in shock again from so recently loosing her parents. Come lets get you back to bed." She helped the 8 year old walk back to the dormitory. The small girl hugged the older woman as they walked and started to cry. Todd tried to tell the woman who he really was but try as he might all He did was choke up and cry. "It's ok Toni. Geraldine is coming to take you to the zoo today. When you get up we'll get you all pretty and dressed. I'm sure you will feel better when you get to the zoo." Three blocks away at the Kline home, the scene was totally different. +++++++++ I knew I was being called but it took several calls before I realized it was my mother and not part of a dream. I liked to sleep in late in the mornings that I was not going to school so I pulled the covers over my head hoping that the intruding voice would go away and I could go back to sleep. "Geraldine Kline, get you buns out of bed now!" I heard Mom's voice said from the doorway. "You have a job to do today if you haven't forgotten" "Ok Mom. Ok. I'm up," the standard response that I always used when I was called in the morning. I just pulled the covers up even higher. "Never mind that excuse Gerry. Get up. You did agree go to the orphanage after you pick up Hattie and take them to the zoo today. You will be late if you don't get a move on. I laid your nice green sundress on the spare bed." In the 'fog' that followed sleep I tried to figure out what was wrong with what my mother had just said. Something was strange. Then it hit me. I sat up bolt straight when it finally came through to my conscious mind what it was. Geraldine? Orphanage? Dress? The voice? My voice. The shock hit me at the same time. Long black hair cascaded down my back. Small tight braids along the sides fell across my face. "Oh shit. Oh shit." I hopped out of bed and looked in the mirror. "Oh damned, what has happened?" I yelped at the realization of what was reflected back at me by the mirror. "I'm a girl, a friggin black girl." I almost fainted and it was only the fact that I grabbed the edge of the bureau that prevented me from collapsing on the floor. My legs felt like rubber. I stood there looking at my reflection. I was holding on to the edge of the dresser for dear life. My mind was in total confusion. "This is impossible. There ain't no way I could turn into a black girl. I must be dreaming," I thought. It was only when mother call again that I knew that I was not dreaming and that something terrible had happened. "Geraldine! Get your buns out of that bed. I won't tell you again. You have a lot to do today." Mother sounded angry. "I'm up already," Gerry responded. This time I became acutely aware of my new feminine voice. I was sure that my mother would comment about how I sounded but she made no comment." "Ok, go take your shower and get dressed. I'll have breakfast ready in about a half hour. And, don't forget to use your shower cap. I don't want you to ruin your new hair-do that I spent all that money on." My Mom called back. "Ok Mom," I replied through the partially open door to my room. I tried to lower my voice to a more masculine level. It didn't work. Pushing myself off the bureau, I took stock of my surroundings. I was dressed in a dark blue satin nightgown that did nothing to hide the weights on my chest. My face was still mine but quite feminine in appearance. My face a light shade of brown, just a slightly flared nose and large brown oval eyes and my jet black hair was halfway down my back in a long straight fall. It had a satin sheen all it's own. Some of the strands had been braided to form several rows around the sides and back to form a delicate halo. I was a 'knockout'. I then looked around my room. That was when the second shock hit me. I was in my same room but it was different. It was decorated like a girl's room. The canopied bed, the vanity covered in girlish cosmetics, The open walk-in closet door was open and was filled with all manner of girl's apparel. My world seemed like it was 'upside down." I looked over towards the fold-up cot I used when I had friends stay for the night. Laying across the cot was a knee length light green cotton sundress edged with white lace on the sleeves and collar. The other item I recognized as a petticoat. Some other items that were obviously undergarments lay neatly folded on my dresser top. On the floor next to the dresser was a pair of green low heel shoes that fastened across the in-step. Mother expected me put these very girlish items on. I just shook my head. "I'm not going to wear that stuff," I said to myself, knowing deep down inside that I would have to in the end. I headed to the bathroom when I realized my need to empty my bladder. For a minute I stood in front of the toilet in total confusion. I started to lift up my nightgown and reach for my 'tool' when it struck me. I didn't have one. I had to sit down to pee. I think that is when I started to cry in earnest. I realized at that moment that I was indeed a girl and was not having a dream. I got out of my nightgown and inspected my body. There was no question about it. I had one hell of a body. I carefully lifted my hair up onto my head and put on the pink oversized shower cap and got in the shower. I was wondering how I knew how to do that when the spray hit my pert breasts waking me out of any sleepiness that remained. After taking my shower, I brushed my teeth, which I noticed were pearly white and then went back into my bedroom. I spent close to a half hour just staring at the clothes I was expected to wear. I could not bring myself to even pick them up. I had never ever thought about wearing girl's clothes before and now I was being told to put on a dress and panties. I just could not bring myself to do it. I was still standing there staring in shock at my reflection in the mirror when Mom walked into the room. ********** Toni sat in TV room waiting for her babysitter to arrive. She felt quite uncomfortable in the white tights and blue and white sailor dress. It was not that the clothes and black mary-janes were the wrong size, It was just that in the little girl's head a 16 year old Todd was feeling very humiliated and to make matters worse, he could not even do anything about it. Todd knew it had to be something that Hattie's mother had 'cooked' up. She had said we would be sorry. She was right. Toni thought. Toni felt even more embarrassed when Mrs. Henderson came back into the room and handed her a small teddy bear. "Here you are dear. Barney Bear should keep you company while you wait," Mrs. Henderson said. "Gerry is running a little late but she should be here soon. That's when Toni realized who the 'sitter' was. "She? Oh no. Shit. What was happening to us?" Toni asked herself. ********** "Geraldine. What are you waiting for girl, Christmas?" I have breakfast on the table and you are still not dressed. Lets get a move on honey. You have not got much time before you pick up Toni at the orphanage," Mother said as she picked up the undergarments from the dresser and handed them to me. Not to say the least, the cool satin fabric at that moment could have been red hot as I dropped the pile on the floor. I looked down between my legs at the bra, panties and slip on the floor half covering my tiny feet. I started to sob again and my legs gave out. Luckily I was standing with my back to my bed and I landed on the mattress. I rolled on my face and was wracking with sobs into the bedcovers. I felt the bed move as Mother sat down next to me. Her small hand was stroking the back of my hair. "Geraldine, what is the matter honey?" she asked in her gentle soothing voice. The only thing I could think to say was, "Why am I black and not white like you?" I don't know why I asked that at that moment, it just came out all my itself. I felt Mother's hand stop it's ministrations. She gently rolled me over so that I was looking up at her. She had a slight smile on her face. "Come on, lets get you dressed and we can go down to the kitchen and I will tell you everything while we have breakfast." The next fifteen minutes were a blur as I allowed Mother to help me get dressed. I was quite conscious of each and every piece of clothing that went onto my body and as much as I felt humiliated with having to get so femininely dressed, I could not stop myself. Before I knew it, the only thing I could see in the mirror was a very pretty black girl. Inside I wanted to scream to mother that I was her son but all I could do was let her dress me. Before I knew it, I was sitting daintily at the kitchen table absent-mindedly stirring a fork through the breakfast plate while mother sat across from me with a strange look in her eyes. "I knew this time would come dear. I know what I am about to tell you I should have told you a long time ago but I just could not do it. I just felt that it would be best to wait until you asked. It was a complete surprise when you were born. Your father took it the hardest. At first he though that I had been cheating on him and we had a few days of bitter arguments over you. It was not until he found out that his grandfather had had an affair with a black servant girl and had gotten her pregnant. The child turned out to be quite fair and your great-great- grandfather decided to take the child in as his own to avoid the scandal. That child was your great-grandfather. He was so fair that nobody ever suspected his real lineage. You were the first in the next three generations to have the black gene become prominent. It was when you were born and your father realized his own racial mix that he gave up all that traditional race hatred that had permeated the family for so long and instead became a dedicated reformer. Geraldine, that had cost him dearly. He lost many of his former friends and business associates and it had only been that last few years that he has again been able to gain the respect that your family enjoyed for so long." I sat stunned as mother explained what appeared to be the truth. I was sure that she believed her story and I was convinced that in this reality it was the truth. I wanted to scream at her to stop. I wanted to tell her what was the real truth but instead I sat quietly listening to her explanation. Then the shock hit me. I knew how all this had happened. It had to be Hattie's mother. She was getting even in the most profound way. I was being taught a lesson in the extreme. As a girl. As a girl with both black and white blood. I began to wonder how long Matilda would continue this charade. Maybe forever. I reached over and placed my now delicate hand on Mother's. "Thank you for telling me," I said softly. In a way I meant it. Chapter 7 I decided to pick up Tony first before going to collect Hattie. I parked my car in front of the orphanage. Thankful that I was still old enough to drive and still had my license. As soon as I got in the car I opened my small purse and checked my folding wallet. Inside was my license and it had my picture, my girl picture, on it with the name Geraldine Kline. I still had the same birth date but the letter 'F' was listed for gender. My purse had twenty dollars in cash in the side pocket. I shook my head at the completeness of this transformation. I had no idea how Hattie's mother had accomplished this reality change but I was sure I was in for more surprises. It was when I saw Todd that I knew that I was in for a lot more surprises. That fact struck home when Mrs. Henderson met me at the front door of the orphanage.. "Good morning Geraldine you look lovely today." "Thank you Mrs. Henderson," I replied meekly. "Toni has been waiting patiently for you," Mrs. Henderson said, looking over at the young girl. She is so looking forward to this outing." When I looked past her I saw a pretty little blonde girl with a long ponytail sitting in the foyer. She was wearing a cute blue sailor dress with a red scarf tied loosely in the front. I knew immediately that the girl was my friend Todd. "Oh no!" I said to myself realizing how far this transformation had progressed. I felt immediately sorry for my friend. I was sure he had received the worst part of this punishment. I just did not understand why. When he saw me, I could tell from the look on his face that he recognized me but he said nothing. He had the most profound expression of helplessness yet I could see a pleading in his eyes. I felt that I was going to be able to discuss our plight with him. It was going to be a long day. Mrs. Henderson produced a short white coat and a small blue purse from the foyer closet and helped Toni put the coat on. Putting some tissue and a small lipstick tube in the purse she placed it over Toni's shoulder and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Have a nice day at the zoo girls." She said as she ushered us out the door. Toni and I said nothing as we walked to my car. Toni got into the car and fastened her seatbelt as did I. Something we had never done as teenage boys. I had driven about a half mile down the road we Toni looked at me and spoke for the first time. "We are really fucked up this time Jerry. You know this is Hattie's mother's doing, don't you? Her and that damned black magic." I was initially shocked at Toni's outburst. That and the fact that he was able to talk to me about it. "You can talk about it?" Just the fact that I could ask the question surprised me just the same. "Only to you, I think. I have not been able to say anything to the others at the orphanage. I think of the questions but something else completely different come out." "Me too. Mom and I had a long conversation this morning and all we did was talk about why I was born a black girl. She actually believes it." I replied. "Jerry, I think we need to go somewhere and put our heads together on this. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a girl and especially not as a little girl like I am now. We have got to figure a way out of this," Toni said sadly. "I know. I was not to pleased to wake up this morning and find that I was a black girl. It goes against everything I was ever taught. I even had to put a tampex in my panties this morning. Mon said it was in case I had an accident. She said I was getting close to my 'friend's' time. This is crazy." "We need to find Mrs. LaPointe and ask her to change us back." "I am not sure she will Toni. She didn't do all this just so that we could spend a few hours as girls." "Well damned it Jerry. Do you have a better idea? Or do you want to spend the rest of your life in a skirt," Toni asked. To tell the truth I didn't. I turned the car towards the cottage where the LaPoint's lived. I hoped in this alternate reality that they still lived there. They did. +++++++++ I pulled the car into their driveway and shut off the engine. Hattie was sitting in a metal swing on the front porch. She was wearing the same white dress that she had worn the previous morning when I tried to rape her. She had a small doll in her arm as was rocking back and forth humming a lullaby. She looked up as Toni and I got out of the car and started to snicker. Trying to hide the fact by burying her face into her doll. I knew that she knew who we were. This was not going to be easy. "This way girls," I heard Mrs. Lapoint's voice come from beside the house. Toni and I said hello to Hattie and walked down the side walkway towards the rear of the building, As we turned the corner at the rear corner we found Hattie's mother pruning some red grapes from a very well kept vine. "Geraldine, take this basket and help me take them into the house as she picked up a second basket from the ground. Toni dear, will you bring along that third basket of cut flowers. I do like fresh cut flowers in the morning." I was dumb-founded. She knew our names and still acted as if it was nothing at all that we were even there. It was as if she was expecting us. I had a bad gut feeling about this visit. Not fear but I just knew that we were going to get no where with out plea. "Over there girls, on the counter top." I was very conscious of the way she emphasized the 'girls' in her statement. Toni and I did as directed. "Please, sit at the table and join me for cocoa. I know you have a lot of questions and I will be glad to answer them for you. Hattie dear, come in here please? Mrs. LaPoint called out from the kitchen door. Hattie was still snickering at us as she came through the front door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. "Stop that right now Hattie!" This is not funny and I am sure the girls do not appreciate it." "Yes Mommy. I'm sorry it's just----" "It's just nothing girl. Now stop the snickering and take our guests coats and hang them in the front closet." "Yes ma'am," Hattie replied and even performed a curtsy to her mom. Hattie took our coats and returned a moment later. "That's better. Now please sit. There, next to Toni." The two younger girls sat on one side of the table while Mrs. LaPointe and I sat on the other. There was no conversation while the older woman poured cocoa into the pretty 'Royal Doulton' cups and put out some fresh corn biscuits. Once she was done with the serving she took a seat and asked Hattie to say a short grace. This surprised me even more. I had been raised to believe that all these Haitian people were devil worshipers in disguise. We sat in silence for several minutes. The mood in the room felt 'heavy' with unanswered questions. Matilda LaPoint broke the silence with a simple question. "I hope you like your new selves, girls. You both seem to be adjusting well." I'm sure our expressions at that remark conveyed an opposite sentiment but Toni could not hold back any longer and with a hint of hysteria in her voice pointedly asked; "Why have you done this to us?" "Why dear child, I did nothing to you. You did it to yourselves." "I don't understand?" Toni replied. "Oh come now dear, you really don't understand why you have both become girls, your friend a black girl and you a little one? Think. Think what you both have done or did not do to Hattie and the others that you have harassed or embarrassed and you will understand. I think you both need to learn a lesson in civility and respect for others and I just helped the process along." Toni lowered her eyes at the rebuke. I knew immediately what she meant. I had been treating blacks as second-class people and girls as no more than toys. The words prejudice and racism came creeping into my mind. A feeling of shame washed over me and I was unable to look the woman in the face. I could see Toni start to tear up and I knew she also understood. His punishment was for knowingly letting Hattie be assaulted. The term 'indifference and cowardice' made him an accomplice to my actions. "You both do understand now. I can see it in your faces," Matilda said smiling. "Good. I hope you both learn your lessons well. You are both going to have to spend some time as you are now if only to teach you what it is like to be on the receiving end. Who knows you may get to like your new selves and want to stay as you are. That of course will be up to you." "Mrs. LaPointe, please, I don't want to be a little girl. This is embarrassing," Toni pleaded. "Well you should have thought of that when you saw that your friend was going to try and rape my little girl. You could have stopped him. Anyway I won't keep you that way forever. I just hope you both can learn to appreciate the feelings of others during your time as girls. Hattie would you please get our guest's wraps, they have an appointment to keep." "Mrs Lapointe, I am taking Toni to the zoo, can Hattie come with us? I would like to try and make up to her for what I did?" I felt an overpowering need to at least try to apologize to the girl for my behavior. "Why yes Geraldine, that would be nice of you. And that is a good way to start." Looking at Hattie she asked; "What do you say girl." Hattie stood beside her chair and looked at me and then at her mother. "Yes Mother. I would like that." "Good. Then go get changed. You don't want to go to the zoo in your housedress. Take Toni with you. I am sure she would like to see your room. Geraldine and I will sit here and have a nice talk while we wait." Hattie reached out and took Toni's hand. I was sure that my friend was not too interested in seeing another girl's room or watch her get dressed but she went with Hattie anyway. As I watched the two young girls leave the room together I could not help but feel amazed at how completely Matilda had made Toni look so feminine. Then I realized that that held true for me also. I felt an overwhelming sensation of frustration grip me and I could feel my eyes starting to fill with tears. For several minutes I sat at the table engrossed in selfpity. "Pretty good job don't you think?" Matilda asked forcing my attention back to to her. She sat looking at me with a smile on her face. It was as if she was reading my mind. "I take it you don't like the situation your in?" she continued. "No. I don't. I don't like the idea of being turned into a girl and I am sure Tony doesn't either. You had no right to do this to us," I snapped back. "Oh really? You have the audacity to sit there and say that after what you were attempting to do to my daughter? Well let me tell you something young lady, your lucky your not a frog or a rat right now. There are others in my family that wanted to do just that, so be glad it turned out this way. Maybe now you will find out what it is like to be in another's shoes or should I say dress. Matilda said and from the look on her face, with obvious glee. I was about to protest but my attention was diverted as I heard both Toni and Hattie laughing and squealing with some sort of delight as they came back down the stairs. I could not imagine what would make him do that considering what had happened to us. I felt a sense of finality settle, over me at the sound of my friend's young girlish laughter. Whatever had happened while he was gone seemed to have put him in a much better mood. My head did a double take when I saw what he was now wearing. "Like it?" he asked as he did a very flawless pirouette. I was taken completely by surprise. The pink and white laced trimmed party dress with the large satin bow in the back and white lacy ankle socks was right out of a Shirley Temple movie. "Tony are you crazy? You said you were not happy with what had happened to us and now look at you. You look more like a little girl than ever. What changed your mind?" I asked incredulously. "Hey, when in Rome.......," Tony replied leaving the statement unfinished and with a swish of skirts the two younger girls, Hattie now dressed similar to Tony only in a light blue dress headed out the door and into the front yard. I turned to make a comment to Hattie's mother. "So much for your opinion of Toni's acceptance of his condition my dear. It looks like the girls intend to spend some time together Geraldine so I will call the orphanage and let them know that I will bring Toni back Tomorrow," Matilda said with a strange smile on her face. I was about to protest but she turned and without another word she left The room making it obvious that our conversation was at an end. I was left standing alone in the middle of the kitchen. With no other alternative, I followed the younger girls out the door. Needless to say I was fuming at the rebuff. When I got outside Hattie and Toni were nowhere to be seen so I got in my car and drove home. I did not know it at that moment but I was not to see Toni again for another year. Chapter 8 I sat in my room crying my eyes out. I was feeling sorry for myself. Not so much for what I had done to Hattie or what had happened to Tony as a result of my actions but solely out of self pity at being turned into a black girl by that 'witch'. What was worse was that everyone around me, even my own parents had no remembrance of me as a boy. As far as everyone was concerned I had always been a girl. On my dresser there was even a picture of me as a little girl in pigtails and wearing a cute little pink party dress playing with a collection of Barbie dolls. It was apparently taken at my tenth birthday party. I remember the party but it was not Barbies I had played with but my collection of GI Joes. I was drawn out of my morose state at the sound of Mother calling from down stairs. She seemed quite excited about something. "Gerry come here quick," Mother called up to me as I started down the stairs. Mother had just hung up the phone. "Guess what? Mrs. Lapointe has agreed to sponsor you." "Sponsor me for what?" I asked suspiciously. "A year at Berkeley School for Girl's in Boston silly. Just what you always said you wanted. Matilda just got off the phone. She said it was her gift to you for being so nice to Hattie. She said that if you did well there she might even sponsor you for a second year. I immediately knew what the 'gift' was for. It was not for being nice to Hattie. I was sure that she knew that this would be very hard for me to take. Being a girl was one thing but having to become a 'social butterfly', a debutant was going to be the height of humiliation. She was right, or so I surmised at the time. I wanted to yell out that I wanted no part of the 'gift' but all that came out of my mouth was a squeal and an, "Oh how nice. I'll have to call her and thank her." Chapter 9 Call her. Like hell I would. To thank her for turning Tony and me into girls? Now I had to tell her how much I appreciated her offering to send me to a school that made girls into social 'butterflies'. Not a chance. My Mom had her way. Ten minutes later, dressed in a short black skirt and a pink silk blouse, I sat in the living room and picked up the phone while Mom stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Mrs. LaPointe, This is Geraldine Kline....." Two weeks later the cab drove through the gates and stopped in front of the main building of The Berkeley School for Girls. As I got out of the car I looked at the imposing Victorian facade. Between the two center columns was a sign. As I read it I had a deep feeling that my life would never be the same. It read: "Through these doors enter ordinary girls when they exit they are truly Ladies." I made a point to dress as gender neutral as possible for the trip. I had put on denim jeans and a button down shirt. I had found an old dark blue windbreaker of Dad's and put that on. I wore no makeup and had tied my hair back in a ponytail low on my neck like a lot of boys do. I wore an old pair of Reeboks and black ankle socks. Needless to say mom was really pee'ed of when she say how I was dressed for the trip but I had not budged. She had finally resigned to my appearance when with a smile she had replied, "Fine. I'll bet that you won't look so boyish on your trip back home." I had a feeling that she was right. The Berkeley School for Girls although technically listed as being in Boston it really wasn't. After getting off the train at South Station I took the MBTA's 'Green Line' to Park Street Station and then the 'Orange Line' to North Station. There I boarded another train to Andover. Berkeley School was close by Cabot Preparatory Academy for Girls. I passed by the Academy on the way to Berkeley and I was sure that many of Berkeley's graduates probably went there upon graduation. I was not going to be one of them I told myself. As the cab pulled into the grounds I could not help being impressed with the meticulously kept lawns and gardens that surrounded the main building. I had always thought of New England as being a cold snowy damp place. The 'dumping grounds of the country's worst weather'. I was wrong. In fact the early August weather was as nice as it was back home. Already I was thinking of being back home. My melancholy was abruptly ended as the cab jerked to a stop in front of the building. I had thought that at Berkeley I would have to wear some silly school uniform but on entering the main building I was surprised to see that all the students that were moving about the main foyer and halls were dressed in ordinary clothes. Dresses to be exact. Every girl seemed to be impeccable in there appearance. I had a dread feeling that so would i very shortly. The main foyer was a large area with three halls leading off at right angles and straight ahead. In the very center was a desk with a girl of about 20 years old sitting at it talking on the telephone. As I approached she held up a finger to indicate she would be only a moment. After about a minute she hung up and looked at me critically. I was sure my appearance was not very appealing to her. "Can I help you Miss," she finally said. "Hi. I'm Geraldine Kline and I am supposed to be enrolling here today," I said not to enthusiastically. She said nothing but checked an entry on her clipboard and then looked up. "Oh yes, Miss Kline, here you are. You are in Miss Dearing group. I'll page her. It will only be a minute. She just took another new girl to her room." Five minutes later while I was viewing some of the photographs of famous Graduates of the school that were posted on the walls of the foyer I was startled my a voice from behind me. "That is Janelle Hastings. She is the US A