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Les is Mor By Morpheus It was late in the evening as Lester stared out the car window, frowning at the darkness and rain and then shifting uncomfortably on the back seat. Lester had been sitting there for way too long, wishing that they had taken the plane on the vacation instead of trying to drive. He looked at his parents in the front seat, suspecting that they were lost though knowing better than to ask. Lester Gibson Jr. was a fairly plain looking 15 year old, though a little overweight. He was not particularly fond of his appearance... or of his name. People tended to call him Little Les... or Junior. Neither of which inspired self-confidence. "I don't think that this looks right," Lester's mom announced, "I think we might have taken a wrong turn..." Lester's dad snorted at that, firmly snapping back, "I know exactly where I'm going. It's just an old map..." Though he knew better than to say anything, Lester gave a slight groan. That just proved that they really were lost. Lester Sr. was not the type to admit that he could ever be wrong, and that particular comment was as close to an admission of it as he ever gave. A few minutes later Lester's dad asked, "You all right back there Junior?" "Fine," Lester responded less than enthusiastically. He hated it when his dad called him that. "Are you sure we aren't lost?" Lester's mom piped in, sounding a bit worried. "We aren't lost," Lester's dad snapped back, not taking his eyes from the road, "and besides, you should worry less about that... and more about YOUR son's grades." Lester just winced at that not so subtle reminder about his last report card. He'd gotten mostly C's on it, which was pretty normal, though he'd also received a D in one class. But in his own defense, Lester had gotten a B in another... or at least a B minus. Thoughts about his grades just made Lester sigh in defeat, wishing that he was smarter but knowing that it wouldn't matter anyway. There was no way that he could get into college, and even if he could, it wouldn't make any difference. Lester already knew what the future held for him. His dad had already planned it out. After he was done with school, Lester would go to work at his dad's hardware store full time. And then one day, he would take it over, just like his dad had from his grandpa. It was what had always been expected of him, for as long as he could remember. "Joy," Lester sighed unenthusiastically. Sure, there was some small comfort in the security of knowing what his future held, but Lester wasn't particularly thrilled about it. In fact he felt... trapped. As if nothing he did... or even wanted would make a difference in his life. For the next several minutes Lester became lost in daydreams, thinking about maybe doing something special with his life. Something important. There was fantasy of becoming a war hero, of becoming a police officer or an astronaut. Fantasies of doing almost anything except working at the hardware store. However Lester was abruptly pulled out of those thoughts by a loud noise, followed by his dad's curses and the squealing of tires. The whole car bumped then swerved to the side of the road. Lester nearly felt like filling his pants, being terrified that they were going to crash. But to his intense relief, the car finally pulled to a stop on the side the road instead. "Goddamn it," Lester's dad howled, jumping out of the car and taking a look before snarling, "damn tire blew out." "Do we have a spare?" Lester's mom asked cautiously. Lester's dad just glared at her then snapped at Lester, "Get your useless butt out here and give me a hand." Without saying a word Lester got out of the car to help his dad. But as soon as they looked in the trunk, they found that the spare tire was completely flat. That just set Lester's dad into a stream of curses. "You should have checked the spare before we left," Lester's mom commented a minute later, giving an accusatory look at his dad. His dad however just glared back silently. And his mood didn't improve when she added, "I knew that we should have gotten that cell phone..." For the next several minutes they tried to attract the notice of a passing car, without much luck. The road seemed to be pretty empty, and the one car that did go by didn't show any sign of slowing down... or even of noticing them. Fortunately the rain wasn't coming down very hard, especially for Lester, as he had been the one elected to stand by the road and try attracting attention. Finally Lester's dad pointed off to the side and announced, "I see some lights from a house back that way. Maybe we can use their phone to call a mechanic." It sounded like a good idea to Lester, not that he had any say in it. Just a minute later Lester was walking past a pair of open iron gates and up the long driveway to the house with his mom and dad. Lester's dad let out an impressed whistle, as they got closer and saw that it was a rather large... and obviously expensive looking house. It wasn't really a mansion... but it was a whole lot bigger than the house they lived in. "Nice place," Lester's dad commented with a hint of jealousy in his voice as he rang the doorbell. They didn't have to wait very long before the door opened and a gorgeous blonde woman stood there. She gave them all a slow examination before asking, "May I help you?" Lester gulped, unable to take his eyes off of the woman, thinking that she had to be the most beautiful girl that he'd ever seen. It was obvious that she was having some effect on his dad too as he was staring at her rather intently... until Lester's mom nudged him slightly. "Hi," Lester's dad said, "our car had a flat tire down on the road and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call for help..." The woman frowned, then said, "Just a moment," before turning to talk to someone else and closing the door most of the way. Several seconds later she came back out, holding the door open and gesturing for them to go inside. "Wow," Lester whispered as he stepped inside, feeling a little nervous but somewhat impressed by the house. Then he saw the other woman standing there. She was a tall brunette, several inches taller than him so he guessed her to be about 5 foot 11 or maybe even 6 foot. The woman looked to be in her late twenties, though Lester couldn't tell for sure. And if anything, she was even more beautiful than the blonde, though he might not have believed that possible just a minute earlier. The brunette took a long drag from her cigarette, then blew the smoke back out before stating, "I am Morgan McRay. Dr. McRay." There was something about the way that she said it that seemed as though she had expected them to have heard of her. However Lester didn't recognize the name, and from the expressions on his parent's faces, neither did they. "I am the owner of this house," Dr. McRay told them, gesturing to the blonde and continuing, "Rachael tells me that you had a misfortune with your vehicle." She gave them all a look, as though suspicious of that story. "Yeah," Lester's dad responded, taking the opportunity to speak. "I'm Lester Gibson, this is my wife Patty and my son Little Les." Then he held out his hand, though she made no move to take it. "My tire blew out just down the road and we don't have a spare." "Does anyone else know?" Dr. McRay asked, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Lester's dad frowned and shook his head, "Naw. Don't own a cell phone or we wouldn't be asking to use yours." Dr. McRay stared at them all For a moment then gave a faint smile, "Would you care for some refreshments while you are here?" "A beer if you've got one," Lester's dad responded, then glanced at the rest of his family as if just remembering them, "and maybe a soda for Patty and Little Les." With a faint nod and a slightly odd expression Dr. McRay told Rachael, "Get them what they asked for." But before Rachael could leave, Dr. McRay whispered something to her. The blonde nodded and hurried off. "Wow," Lester's mother Patty exclaimed, "your friend sure is nice to guests." "She's not a friend," Dr. McRay stated with an amused expression, "she's my maid." "But she's not dressed like a maid," Patty gasped in surprise, looking a little confused. Dr. McRay actually laughed at that, though it was a light laugh. "Rachael is also my housekeeper. She sometimes wears a uniform... but most of the time it seems rather impractical." "Where's the phone?" Lester's dad asked a little impatiently. "Just a moment," Dr. McRay told him, a faint edge to her voice before she gave a gentle smile. A moment later Rachael came back carrying a tray that held several glasses. She had a slightly nervous smile as she handed them out, though Lester barely noticed as he took his and thanked her. It tasted good... though just a little bit odd. After they had all taken a drink from the glasses that Rachael had brought, Dr. McRay gestured, "This way..." Lester looked around, then followed after the gorgeous brunette and his parents. She led them down the hall and then opened a pair of heavy wooden doors. But when the doors were opened and they went inside, it was all that Lester could do not to gasp in awe. The room that they were in was huge, though it was also filled up with all sort of strange looking machines that were scattered about. Though Lester couldn't make out what they were all for, he thought that they looked like they'd come right out of some sort of movie or something. A science fiction movie. "Wow," Lester whispered to himself, no longer paying attention to Dr. McRay or his parents as they started towards the other end of the room. Instead, his attention was on the strange devices that surrounded him, wondering what they were all for. There was one device that looked a lot like an electric chair, though a number of others that looked like nothing Lester could recognize. Then he paused in front of something that looked a little bit like a pair of phone booths standing side by side, though there was more to it than that, such as a large mass of cables. "Don't touch that," Dr. McRay snapped, causing Lester to jump and snap around. "I... um..." Lester stammered. "Stupid boy," his dad muttered, giving him a glare and making him cringe back slightly. However Dr. McRay just stood there, staring at Lester, and then at the machine, a thoughtful expression on her face. And it wasn't one that Lester was completely sure that he liked. "Um... the phone?" Lester's dad started to ask. "Yes," Dr. McRay smiled, "the phone." She smirked, faintly, then told Lester, "Why don't you stand in here for a minute," and she turned to his dad, "you get in this booth..." "In it?" Lester's dad asked with a blank expression. Dr. McRay frowned, then stepped inside herself to demonstrate, "And if you'll..." Leaning forward, Lester's dad muttered, "Oh..." And as he leaned forward, his hand settled onto the console between the two booths... pushing in a large button. Suddenly the machine started humming and a light started to glow from within each of the booths. "NO!" Dr. McRay yelled out. Lester could only let out a loud gasp as what felt like an electrical shock shot straight through his body. Everything around him was humming and glowing, though he scarcely noticed that, being too preoccupied with what he was feeling. Though Lester's first instinct was to jump out of the booth... his whole body seemed frozen. It seemed... disconnected. He couldn't even feel anything anymore. Nothing at all. "What the fuck is going on?" Lester's dad demanded from outside the booth, though Lester could barely hear him. Suddenly Lester's sense of being disconnected from his body grew even stronger. And just when he thought it couldn't get any weirder, everything flickered out completely. An instant later Lester felt reality snap back into place, though he immediately knew that something was wrong. "How do I stop this thing?" his dad yelled out, kicking at the console between the booths until it suddenly started sparking and then smoking. At that the humming and the lights all began to die down. "Junior!" Lester's mom cried out. Lester blinked, briefly wondering why his mom was going into the other booth... and why it seemed to be on the other side of him from what it had been. "Let go of me," a boy's voice snarled from the other booth. "Junior!" his dad snarled back angrily. "What?" Lester asked defensively, only then noticing that his dad was staring at the other booth. "It wasn't my fault..." Then Lester froze, realizing that his voice sounded strange to his ears. As his dad turned to glare at him Lester reached out for balance and gasped as he caught sight of his own hand. But it wasn't his hand. It was a girl's hand... with slender fingers and long nails that were coated with red fingernail polish. He blinked at the sight, positive that he had to be imagining things. And it was only then that he looked down at himself and received a bigger shock. "Holy shit," Lester exclaimed as he saw what was obviously not his body. It was supposed to be his body... but it wasn't. The first and most noticeable thing was that his chest pushed out way too far... and then there were the clothes. All it took was a single glance for him to realize that they were the exact same clothes that Dr. McRay had been wearing. And not to mention it seemed... the body that went with them. Then Lester slowly stepped out of the booth, stunned to see a teenage boy who looked exactly like him stepping out of the other booth. Or at least looking exactly like what he was supposed to look like. "You okay Little Les?" his dad asked the boy who looked like Lester. "I am NOT your Little Les," the boy snarled with more force than Lester had ever used, causing his dad to step back in surprise. The boy glared at the machine, and then Lester, cursing, "Damn! Do you have any idea what you idiots have just done?" Lester's mom gasped in shock, while his dad snapped, "Don't you dare talk to me like that..." He even raised his hand to slap the boy. However the boy glared at him, putting hands on his hips in a very feminine gesture. "I already told you idiots that I am not your son... in spite of appearances. I am Morgan McRay." "Um..." Lester nervously held up his hand to get some attention, "I'm Lester..." For a moment both of his parents stared at Lester in blank confusion, then started looking back and forth between them, obviously not believing him but not sure what to think. "We traded bodies," the boy who claimed to be Dr. McRay snapped, his arrogant tone indicating that he thought he was explaining the obvious, "the contents of our brains were transferred to each other's via electromagnetic means." "This is ridiculous," Lester's dad grumbled, but he looked at Dr. McRay oddly, as if not sure whether to believe her or not. He was obviously thrown off by the fact that he had never heard his son talk like that. "Oh God," Lester gasped as he looked down at himself again, and then at the boy... Dr. McRay, feeling extremely odd about the whole situation. "But how..." Dr. McRay narrowed Lester's eyes thoughtfully, then smirked faintly, "An... accident." She frowned. "My intention was to... demonstrate the telephone capabilities of my device... but..." She glared at Lester's dad to let it sink it that everything was all his fault. "I'm... I'm... I'm a girl," Lester half stammered and half whined. He felt... strange. Though she didn't say anything to that, Dr. McRay glared at Lester, then announced, "I am certainly not pleased by this exchange either. I most definitely do not like being in this..." she gestured down at herself and spat out, "child's body." "Oh dear," Lester's mom stared at him and gasped in horror, "it's true..." Then just as Dr. McRay was about to say something else, she let out a loud yawn, looking a little groggy. She blinked several times, fighting back another yawn before giving a mixed look of horror and disgust, then cursing, "Damn! I forgot..." "Yeah," Lester's dad yawned as well, "I know what ya mean. I'm suddenly feeling pretty tired myself..." He let out another yawn, "But it's kind of early..." "Well dear," Lester's mom responded with yawn as well, "it has been a busy day..." Lester just blinked as he looked at them all, especially unable to take his eyes off of Dr. McRay in his own body. It was an extremely strange experience to be staring at himself like that. Though he wasn't sure if that was stranger... or the fact that he was somehow in another body. And a girl's body at that. Just then Rachael came into the room and stopped to look around curiously. Then she looked at Lester expectantly... a strange look in her eyes. "That's not me," Dr. McRay snapped at her impatiently, "there was an accident..." She gestured to the machine, glaring at Lester and then Rachael before ruining the effect with a yawn. "Oh dear," Rachael whispered, her eyes going wide with realization. "You traded bodies with the boy?" Dr. McRay nodded, glaring at everyone else before turning to the console and freezing. "Shit!" She snapped around to Lester's dad. "You've damaged it..." Lester looked at the console himself, immediately realizing that if the machine was broken, then how could they change back to normal. He gasped, then stared at Dr. McRay expectantly, hoping that she could fix it soon. He didn't want to be a girl any longer than he had to be. Then almost echoing Lester's thoughts, his dad demanded, "But can't you fix it or something?" He glared at Dr. McRay, or at least tried to before yawning again and looking even groggier. She gave an indignant snort, "Of course..." But a moment later, she gave a groggy, "Just not at the moment..." "Oh dear," Lester's mom yawned out, "I can't believe how tired I am." "Damn," Dr. McRay spat, glaring at Rachael this time, though she seemed to tired to maintain it for more than a moment. "Perhaps a good nights sleep might help," Rachael suggested hopefully, giving a gentle smile. Then she looked at Lester as if looking for approval before adding a little more uncomfortably, "We do have the spare bedrooms..." Dr. McRay nodded reluctantly, "Acceptable..." Then she started to slowly move toward the door, with Rachael just barely catching her from falling over. "What's going on?" Lester asked, beginning to realize that something was very wrong... besides the obvious. Both of his parents, and Dr. McRay looked as though they were about to pass out. Rachael turned to him with a pleading look in her eyes, still supporting Dr. McRay, "It's... It's..." Just then Lester's mom started to slump to the ground, with his dad looking as though he was about to do the same thing. "Mom?" Lester gasped, beginning to get more than a little worried. "They're all right," Rachael reassured him, still struggling with the doctor in his body, "they're just sleeping..." Then, almost as if on cue, Lester's dad leaned back against the wall and started to slump towards the ground as well. Lester stared at them, then at Rachael, who was beginning to have difficulty and started to set Dr. McRay onto the ground as well. "They're too heavy for me," she whined, then looked up at Lester. Then she gasped, "Jason could carry them..." Lester blinked, crouching down to check on his parents, "Who's Jason?" Rachael gave a nervous smile, "Your other servant of course." After just a moment she asked, "Should I get him?" Still feeling pretty confused Lester nodded, thinking that they would be a lot more comfortable in beds then on the floor. Rachael let out a sigh, then hurried out of the room, leaving Lester there alone. All he could do was look down at his parents... and at his own body on the floor, feeling both worried and confused. For a moment Lester just held his mom's hand nervously, running one of his nailed fingers over her cheek. They way they all suddenly got tired and went to sleep... It wasn't normal. It was like... like they'd been drugged or something. Then he let out a gasp as he remembered the drinks that Rachael had brought them. They had been drugged. "Oh shit," he gasped, suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable with the whole situation than he already was. Then Lester looked at the machine, scowling deeply as he thought about the 'accident' that had caused him and Dr. McRay to somehow trade bodies. She had been trying to get him and his dad into it when it had happened. Apparently, he realized, she had intended to use it to trade bodies... She just hadn't expected hers to be one of them. "Oh shit," Lester repeated, realizing that they'd stumbled into the house of a mad scientist or something. It was like the plot of a bad science fiction movie. But unfortunately, he couldn't just hit the stop button. With a grimace Lester looked down at himself yet again, pushing his fingers into his new breasts. Even through the shirt they felt strange. In fact his whole body felt strange. He couldn't believe that he had actually turned into a girl. A grown up girl. A woman. That kind of thing was supposed to be impossible. "Maybe there's no such thing as impossible," Lester told himself uncomfortably, glancing at the machine again. And who knew what the hell all of the other machines in the room did. Just then Lester heard footsteps and looked over to see Rachael coming back into the room, along with a man. He was tall, several inches taller than Lester's new body, with dark hair and a well-muscled body, which was clearly revealed by the fact that he wore nothing but black leather pants. Overall the man was very handsome... one of those Fabio types. And he was obviously Jason. Jason stopped for a second and stared at Lester with an expression of nervous amazement. "I told him what happened," Rachael announced unnecessarily. "You want me to take them to the spare rooms?" Jason asked, looking up at Lester who could only nod. With that Jason picked up Dr. McRay in Lester's real body, not appearing to have any real difficulty as he carried her out of the room. Feeling curious Lester followed them to a bedroom upstairs and watched Jason gently put her onto a bed. Then he went back to the 'lab' and repeated the process, putting both of Lester's parents together in another bedroom. Once that was done Lester turned to Rachael and growled, "Now what the hell is going on?" *** Lester stood in the living room, with the blonde bombshell Rachael standing in front of him while the handsome man Jason stood off to the side. He glared at them, first one and then the other, noticing that they flinched noticeably at his gaze. Finally Lester furiously hissed, "You drugged us!" He was surprised when Rachael looked like a whipped puppy at his glare. "You commanded it," Rachael responded quietly, remaining where she was. Jason remained standing back a short distance, looking as if he was waiting for something as well. Lester gasped, "But I didn't..." Rachael nodded faintly, "I know that you traded minds... that you aren't the real Morgan McRay." Then she looked me in the eyes, a strange look of adoration in her eyes, "But to me... to us... you are still our mistress. Our goddess." For a long moment, Lester just stared at her with his mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief. He didn't know what to say to something like that, though it was a little close to some of the fantasies that he'd had. With the exception of being called mistress or goddess that was. Feeling uncomfortable and blushing in embarrassment, Lester tried to push past that and asked, "But why?" He felt nervous as he asked, "Why did you drug us? What did we do to Dr. McRay?" "You..." Rachael started, then corrected herself, "She wanted test subjects for her experiments..." "GUINEA PIGS!" Lester exclaimed and Rachael cringed at the tone in his voice, "You guys were gonna make us guinea pigs?" He shook his head, unable to believe it. He really had gotten mixed up with a mad scientist. And he guessed that made her Igor. Rachael didn't say a word as she stood there, just nodding faintly and looking unhappy. She looked as though she was expecting to be hit as well, but refusing to flinch from it. The sight startled Lester a little. "What's going on?" he asked her, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice, "Why us? Who is this Dr. McRay?" Lester tried not to show how scared and confused he was, though wasn't sure how well he was succeeding. For a moment Rachael stared at him blankly, then gushed out, "You... I mean the real Dr. McRay is a genius." There was an awed... almost fawning tone to her voice, which especially spooked Lester as she was looking directly at him. "You... she got her high school equivalency at 10 and her first PHD at 15." "Wow," Lester gasped, thinking that he had a hard time just keeping up with normal classes. Rachael just nodded at that. "You... she made her fortune with patents on several inventions, then... retired." She gave a weak grin at that as she looked at Lester, "Now she just invents for herself. But..." s strange look passed over Rachael's face, "she sometimes needs to test them..." Lester gulped, shaking slightly as he slowly sat down on the couch. He shook his head, unable to believe what had happened to him. To his whole family. But mostly to him. The whole situation seemed impossible... like something right off of TV. "A mad scientist," Lester whispered with a faint shake of his head, feeling the new long hair rubbing at his neck. Then Lester looked at Rachael again, seeing that she was still standing there off to the side with a strange look on her beautiful face, looking as though she was waiting for something. He still thought she was unbelievably gorgeous and she certainly seemed pretty nice. Except of course, he reminded himself, for the fact that she had drugged him and his parents. After a minute of just sitting there in silence, fully aware of just how different his new body felt, Lester decided that he just had to get a better look at it. He blushed a little, embarrassed at the thought, but burning up with curiosity at the same time. "Is there a... bathroom I can use?" Lester asked, sure that he was blushing like crazy. He could barely believe that he'd asked that. However Rachael didn't seem phased at all by that, nor did Jason who still hadn't moved. Instead Rachael just smiled eagerly, "Of course. There is one right there..." She pointed to a door off to the side. "Um... thanks," Lester mumbled in embarrassment. A second later though he was even more embarrassed when Rachael added, "But if you really want to be alone you can use your bedroom." And Rachael looked as though it was the most normal thing in the world, which eased Lester's nervousness and embarrassment a little. Not trusting himself to say anything, Lester just nodded. Then he followed Rachael back upstairs to where she led him to a door. She paused for only a moment before opening the door and letting Lester go inside. "Oh," Lester whispered as he looked around the large bedroom and the huge bed within. The room was at least 3 times the size of his parent's room... and he could see that wasn't even including the walk in closet and attached bathroom. "Um...thanks." Once Lester was inside with the door closed, he let out a sigh of relief though still felt extremely embarrassed. He couldn't believe that Rachael had actually told him to check himself out... or at least hinted at it. That was just... weird. Then again, everything that had happened since the tire going out was weird. And as if to make things even stranger, Rachael's voice came through the door, "If you need help getting your clothes off, I'll be happy to help." "Weird," Lester whispered, shaking his head, "definitely weird." Lester moved over to the large mirror that hung on one wall and stood there, staring at himself with his mouth open. He had known that he was in Dr. McRay's body... but it was a different thing to look into the mirror and see her beautiful face staring back. And of course the rest of the sexy looking body that was below that. It took several minutes for Lester to calm down and get over his embarrassment enough to do anything beyond staring at his reflection. All he could really think of at first was that Rachael was right outside the door. But then he started to think that if she actually wanted him to check out Dr. McRay's body... then maybe he should. With that Lester started to slowly undress. He didn't even look at himself in the mirror as he did so, dropping his shirt to the floor first and then just about everything else until he was wearing nothing save his underwear. Or at least some very sexy black lingerie that Dr. McRay apparently thought passed for underwear. "Wow," Lester gasped as he finally turned back into the mirror. "Dr. McRay is hot..." Then he gulped, "I'm hot..." After taking a deep breath Lester continued with his undressing, quickly removing the bra and dropping it to the ground as well, followed by his panties. Then he stood there naked, feeling extremely strange. And even a little bit turned on. "Double wow," Lester gulped, staring down at his naked body, then looking at it in the mirror. Lester had never seen a naked woman before, and he certainly never expected the first time he saw one for it to be himself. Of course he'd caught a look at a dirty magazine that someone had snuck to school once, but this was definitely not the same thing. Not in the least. Though Lester still felt embarrassed about what he was doing, he was quickly so caught up in examining himself that he forgot about feeling self-conscious. His hands roamed over his smooth skin, resting on his breasts as he marveled at how different they felt. Different... but nice. However in spite of his curiosity, he couldn't bring himself to actually touch the new equipment between his legs. Look at it yes, but not touch it. That would have been just a little too weird. When Lester had finished examining himself he nervously looked towards the door, once again remembering Rachael's presence. He blushed at the thought of what he had done, though he refused to regret it. It had been one of... no, the most interesting thing in his entire life. "Definitely interesting," Lester mused as he cupped his new breasts in his hands. After giving his body one more careful look, Lester finally turned his attention to getting dressed again. Lester slipped the bra on as though he had done so a thousand times before, not thinking it any more odd than putting on his T-shirt. The rest of the clothes went back on nearly as quickly as they had been removed and soon he was ready to leave the relative safety of the bedroom. As Lester stepped out and saw Rachael, he noticed that she didn't even give him an odd look. That made him feel a little better about what he had done as the embarrassment was beginning to return. "Jason went down to bring the car off the road," Rachael told Lester nervously, "I hope you don't mind..." "Um... thanks," Lester responded, a little uneasy about just how nice Rachael was being to him. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked. Lester nearly choked at that, knowing full well what had happened the last time she had offered him something to drink. "No thanks," he responded coldly. "You don't think that I'd..." Rachael gasped, her voice shaking slightly. "I'd never do that to you..." Then she winced, suddenly looking ashamed, "Not now." There was a pause and an odd look on her face as she quietly added, "I didn't want to do it before but you... she made me." "How... how long was the drug supposed to keep us asleep?" Lester asked as he sat back down on the couch, feeling a bit ashamed that he hadn't thought to ask about that earlier. Those were his parents... and his own body that were knocked out in those bedrooms. After a moment's consideration Rachael told him, "I don't know for sure, but I think at least twelve hours." Rachael just stood there, staring at Lester as if awaiting some confirmation that she had given him the answer he wanted. There was still an odd look in her eyes that made him suddenly realize that there was something off about her. But the same thing also made him sure that she was telling the truth. "Um..." Lester sighed, "I think that I'll have that drink." With just a nod and a smile Rachael hurried off, leaving Lester to shake his head faintly in amusement. She was so... helpful. And from the look in her eyes he was now sure that she was sincere as well, though he couldn't understand why. While Lester waited he stared at his hands... at the feminine fingers and long fingernails. He let out a sigh, then muttered, "I'm Dr. McRay." Then a little louder, he acted as if he was introducing himself to someone else, "Morgan McRay..." Just then Rachael stepped back in the room, "Hello Morgan..." Lester blushed at being caught, though Rachael only smiled pleasantly as she held out the drink to him. "Thanks," he told her, which seemed to make her happy. Just as Lester was about to take a sip, he caught the smell of the drink and paused in surprise. It was alcohol, not the soda that he had expected. He took another sniff, then looked up at Rachael. "What's this?" "Your favorite scotch..." she responded, then suddenly gasped, "there's something wrong with it... I did something wrong..." Rachael almost seemed horrified as she dropped down to her knees in front of Lester, lowing her head in shame and looking as though she was waiting to be yelled at... or hit. All that Lester could do was stare at Rachael in amazement... and pity. One moment she was so kind and helpful, and the next... What did McRay do to her? And though Lester had just been about to remind her that he was too young to drink, he found himself taking a sip instead. It burned a little as it went down, tasting strange as well. Then he gave Rachael a smile. "It's fine," he told her gently, relieved when Rachael smiled back, seeming a little happier. "It's good." Lester took another sip to demonstrate that. Though the scotch tasted strange... not to mention a bit strong, Lester decided that he rather liked the way it burned as it went down and then warmed his stomach. He took several more sips as he sat there, trying to decide if he liked scotch or not. Finally he concluded that he did... or at least the fact that drinking it made him feel as though he really were an adult. "Wow," he chuckled to himself quietly, knowing that his dad would tan his hide if he ever found out. Then Lester grinned more, thankful for the first time that his dad was drugged and asleep. After several minutes Lester's thoughts turned back to his strange situation. He couldn't help glancing down at his altered body as he did so, wondering how such a thing could even be possible. "Do you think that she can really trade us back?" Lester asked somewhat nervously. "Of course," Rachael responded, "you... she is a genius." There was a tone of pride and admiration in her voice, even as she stared straight at Lester. "And she did invent the machine..." Lester nodded at that, feeling relieved... as well as somewhat more worried. Dr. McRay might be the only one who could get them back to normal, but she was also the one who had caused them to trade bodies in the first place. And of course, she had drugged them for the purpose of using them as guinea pigs, so there was no telling exactly what she might do once they were back to normal. She might go back to using her original plans. "Damn," Lester whispered to himself, not wanting to have to worry about that too. But at least this time they wouldn't be caught by surprise if she tried any more tricks. As soon as Lester finished with his scotch, Rachael immediately collected the glass and hurried out of the room, only to return a minute later with another drink. "I thought that you might like another," she stated, offering it to Lester. "Um...thanks," Lester took the drink, not really wanting it but not wanting to hurt her feelings either. Then Lester smirked faintly as he took a sip, thinking that this was two drinks in one night. His dad would really tan his hide. However at the moment Lester didn't particularly care. He took another drink as if to silently spite his dad and prove that he wasn't just a kid anymore. "Damn him," Lester muttered to himself as he thought about his dad. The man just didn't get it. He didn't understand that Lester wasn't a little kid anymore. He was a teenager, who didn't want to follow in his dad's footsteps and go into the family business. But in spite of that, he knew that was the future ahead of him. It was so frustrating at times. It was then that Rachael stood beside Lester, holding out an open cigarette case for him. He was startled by the offer, wondering what was up with Rachael. She knew who he really was, but she kept treating him like he was Dr. McRay. But at the same time he really didn't mind being treated with that kind of respect. It was actually kind of cool. For a moment Lester just stared at Rachael, and then the offered cigarettes. Then on a sudden impulse he took one of the cigarettes, smirking as he knew that his dad definitely wouldn't approve. Like his dad approved of anything. Personally, Lester had always thought that smoking was a gross habit, but he decided that it wouldn't hurt to try it just that once. Just to spite his dad if nothing else. Trying to mimic the actions of adults that he had witnessed smoking, Lester held the cigarette between his fingers and then moved it to his lips while Rachael held out a lighter. Then Lester leaned forward a little, lighting the cigarette and taking his first drag. The smoke was a little rough going down his throat and his lungs felt sort of tight, but he somehow managed to keep from coughing. "Thanks," Lester told Rachael as he blew the smoke back out. Rachael just smiled in response, looking almost happy. Lester shook his head slightly, then took another drag from the cigarette, wincing slightly at the unpleasant taste that it left in his mouth. After this he took another sip from his scotch, the strong liquid killing the taste a bit. However there was a rather pleasant feeling that came with the smoking and it seemed sort of cool to blow the smoke out and watch it float overhead. "Interesting," Lester mused as he looked at the cigarette between his fingers, taking another drag as he tried to decide whether he really liked smoking or not. When Lester finished, he snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray that Rachael had offered, now understanding why some people actually liked smoking. It had definitely been interesting, making him feel even more like an adult. That was a feeling which he was quickly coming to enjoy. Then with a sigh he washed the taste in his mouth away with a long drink of the scotch. A short while later Lester finished with his second drink and held the glass out. And as he had expected, Rachael was almost immediately there to take it from him. She was almost getting a little predictable. "Thank you," Lester told her, getting a broad smile back. Then he asked, "Is Jason as helpful as you?" Rachael responded, "Of course my mistress." Lester blinked in surprise at that response, at being called 'mistress' and while he was distracted by that, Rachael hurried off to take the glass to the kitchen. While Lester waited for Rachael to come back he stretched out, still marveling at the fact that he wasn't in his own body. And though it felt a little strange, his current one actually didn't feel that bad. He wondered how Dr. McRay would be dealing with his body... if she were awake that was. "Her own fault though," Lester mused as he stretched his fingers out and stared at his longer nails before carefully running them down his arm. "She was the one who had me... herself drugged." Then Lester smiled faintly as he realized the irony of that. Once Rachael came back into the room Lester slowly stood up and stretched his whole body. Then he turned to Rachael and told her, "I think that I should be getting to bed." Giving only a nod Rachael followed Lester to Dr. McRay's bedroom, which she had shown him earlier. As soon as he was inside Lester looked around and suddenly wondered why Jason hadn't put Dr. McRay in there instead of one of the spare rooms. Several possibilities immediately came to mind, though it did seem to fit in with the way Rachael kept treating him like he was Dr. McRay. Then Lester looked back and noticed that Rachael had stopped at the door. She smiled at him and asked, "Would you like me to help you undress?" That was nearly enough to make Lester choke. He certainly hadn't expected to hear something like that from such a hot woman as her. And though he knew that she didn't mean it in a sexual way, it was more than enough to make him blush in embarrassment. Not to mention get a little turned on, which felt strange in his current body. "Um... no thanks," Lester finally responded, fighting back against the temptation strong temptation to accept her offer. Rachael merely nodded at that, then asked, "Is there a time you would like to be awoken?" "Maybe around eight," Lester told her, then added, "or whenever they wake up." He didn't say who 'they' were, or need to. Yet again Rachael nodded, then gave a gentle smile before saying, "Good night my mistress." And with that she bowed slightly before hurrying away. Lester just stared after her before shaking his head, "Weird." A minute later Lester quickly undressed again, leaving the clothes on the floor before standing in front of the mirror. He remained there for several more minutes, still in awe of the fact that he was in that body. Finally Lester turned from the mirror and went into the private bathroom to relieve himself. He wasn't even surprised at how big it was, quickly moving instead to the toilet, though having to remind himself that he needed to sit down. And though the way his urine came out was somewhat different than he was used to, it provided the same relief as normal. After this Lester found several spare toothbrushes in one of the drawers, still in their packages. He let out a sigh and then brushed his teeth, relieved that he didn't have to use Dr. McRay's toothbrush. Sure, it might be her body and mouth, but the thought still seemed a little gross. "Gorgeous," Lester sighed as he took one final look at Dr. McRay's face in the bathroom mirror, then turned and headed towards the bed. Lester felt just a little bit naughty after he had climbed into the bed naked and turned off the lights. He never slept naked, and doing so now had an edge of excitement to it. Just like the drinking and smoking. Of course, being naked in such a gorgeous woman's body seemed a bit of an invasion of her privacy as well. However a quick reminder of what she had intended to do to him and his parents immediately removed all guilt. As he lay there Lester's mind remained too active for him to go to sleep. He couldn't help thinking about what had happened to him that day... or noticing the sensations from his body. His hands even moved slowly under the covers, running along his smooth skin almost as of their own will. Trying to take his mind off of that and get to sleep, Lester tried counting sheep without much success, then decided to think about the one thing that never failed to put him to sleep. School. He thought about math class, and the test that he'd failed in it several days earlier. The problems had seemed so hard. "Stupid test," he quietly whispered to himself. Lester thought about problem number 8 from the test, and how he had struggled with it for several minutes before just giving a random guess. He could even picture the math problem in his head as he lay there, also suddenly realizing exactly where he went wrong in trying to solve it. It was actually pretty easy. And with that he went over ever question on the test, not questioning how he was able to remember them so clearly... or solve them all so easily. Then as Lester was mentally reviewing a history test that he had not done well on several weeks earlier and thinking about the correct answers, he eventually drifted off to sleep. *** Lester's sleep was filled with strange dreams. Dreams, which flickered through his mind, leaving only footprints in his memory of what they had been. Then something started to draw Lester from his dreams and pull him back to the waking world. As Lester slowly awoke it was to an extremely pleasant feeling throughout his entire body. And an immensely pleasurable one... as well as somewhat ticklish, focused around his crotch. Suddenly he was wide awake, reality and memories of what had happened the day before snapping into place with total clarity just an instant before he sat upright. A faint gasp of mixed pleasure and surprise escaped Lester's lips as he saw the bed covers pulled back, with Rachael bent over between his legs and licking at his genitals. It felt unbelievably nice... but sort of ticklish at the same time. But his new vagina wasn't the only thing that felt good. In fact, his whole body did... especially his breasts. His nipples even felt like tiny erections. "What are you doing?" Lester somehow managed to ask, his voice shaking with the desire that burned through his body. He was filled with mixed emotions, confusion at the surprise of his awakening, excitement that it was happening and the hopes that it didn't stop. Rachael paused in what she was doing to sit up, smiling nervously, "Good morning my mistress." Then she quickly added, "I hope that you do not mind. This the way you... she prefers to be awoken in the morning." There was a brief pause before she finished, "Normally it is Jason... though I had thought you might prefer me." She gave Lester a look that seemed to indicate that she hoped he was happy. Lester could only nod, silently wishing that she would just shut up and get back to it already. God that had felt incredible. Then as if reading Lester's mind, Rachael went back to what she had been doing. A smile immediately formed on his lips, followed quickly by a moan of pleasure. Though Lester hadn't thought it possible, the pleasure only seemed to get stronger and stronger. It was as though it was building up inside of him until... Suddenly it exploded inside of Lester, shaking him to his very core. He'd never felt... never even imagined that anything could feel so unbelievably awesome. For the next minute Lester remained motionless, lost in the sensations and trying to take in what had just happened to him. "That was... incredible," Lester finally gasped, simultaneously excited and embarrassed. But he had no idea what came next. Rachael stood up, looking somewhat pleased. "I am happy to please you." Just then Lester was startled to noticed Jason standing next to the door and holding a tray full of food. Lester let out a loud gasp of embarrassment and frantically grabbed at the sheets to cover himself. He burned crimson, not sure whether he was more embarrassed at being caught naked or at being with Rachael. However to Lester's surprise Jason didn't look shocked in the least. Nor did he look embarrassed or uncomfortable. Instead his expression seemed to hint that neither of these sights were unusual for him. "I brought breakfast," Jason announced calmly, coming closer and bending down so that Lester could see the food on the tray. Then in a slightly more nervous tone, he added, "I hope it's all right..." Lester took a deep breath, then nodded, "Thank you. It looks good." That seemed to make both Jason and Rachael happy for some reason. Then while Lester ate his breakfast Jason told him that that he had pulled the car back up to the house and fixed the tire. Lester only nodded at that, thinking instead of what would soon happen. Soon the others would wake up, then hopefully the machine would be repaired and everything set to right. As soon as Lester had finished with the breakfast, Jason took the tray and leftovers and hurried away. Lester just watched him silently, absently staring at those muscles and ass, smiling faintly as he did so. They were so hot. Then Lester realized what he was doing and shook his head in embarrassment. "Hormones," Lester muttered to himself, realizing immediately that it was his new body having an effect on him. At the same time though Lester looked at Rachael, staring at her breasts and still finding them more interesting than Jason. That meant he wasn't completely affected by Dr. McRay's body... or she was bisexual. Not that it mattered too much though since he would be back to normal soon enough. Shaking his head again Lester sighed, "Just one more weird thing about this situation." Remaining where he was for another minute Lester continued staring at Rachael before finally climbing out of the bed. He was somewhat embarrassed at purposely showing his naked body to her, but that hardly seemed like a big deal compared to what had happened between them such a short time earlier. And it was apparently unsurprising to Rachael either. "I think I need a shower," Lester told her, trying to hide his embarrassment and finding it a bit easier than he had expected. Somehow, her calm acceptance of his nudity and the situation seemed to make it much easier for him to accept as well. "Should I run the water for you?" Rachael asked eagerly, "Or prepare your normal bath?" "I'm not really Dr. McRay," Lester gently reminded Rachael. She just nodded slowly, responding, "I know... but that does not matter." Still a little unsure of that comment, Lester decided to change the subject, "I think I will try that bath." Rachael immediately hurried into the bathroom and started the water running. A minute later, Lester climbed into the tub and let out a sigh as he settled down into the warm, bubble filled water. Taking a bath was a lot more girlie than he normally would have liked, especially with the bubbles and scented oils that Rachael had poured in, but at the moment he was a girl so decided that he might as well take advantage of it. The bath was strangely comfortable and provided a feeling of luxury that Lester just wasn't used to. That was quite a contrast to his normal shower, which only served the single purpose of cleaning him. And Rachael cleaning Lester's back only added to that feeling of extravagance. She had seemed so eager to help him that he didn't have the heart to turn her down. When Lester finally climbed out of the tub Rachael was immediately there to help him dry off with a large towel. "Thanks," he told her as he finished drying himself off, noticing that she seemed pleased by that. A minute later Rachael was going through the closet and pulling out clothes for Lester to wear and spreading them out on the bed. He didn't argue with her about the choice, even if they were a bit more sexy and revealing than he would have chosen for himself. After all, he silently told himself, trying to think of it as an adventure and not an embarrassment, at the moment he definitely had the body for it. The whole time Lester was getting dressed he kept glancing over at Rachael thoughtfully. It wasn't until he had finished getting dressed that he finally asked her, "Why are you being so nice to me?" "Because you are my mistress," Rachael responded matter of factly, then in a much quieter voice she added, "And you're a lot nicer than you were... than the old Dr. McRay." "If she isn't very nice," Lester asked gently, "then why do you stay here with her?" Rachael was silent For a moment looking decidedly uncomfortable. Finally she answered, "Because I love her. Because I obey her. Because... I must. I want nothing else." "But why?" Lester pushed. Again Rachael paused, her eyes darting nervously before slowly responding, "You... she did something to me. To us. Jason and me." Lester gulped, "Oh." Then he put a hand on her shoulder, staring her in the eyes, "She used you in one of her experiments..." Rachael only nodded at that. "You... she made me realize how much I need to serve her." Her eyes stared at Lester with the same expression that he had seen in them before. One that bordered on worship. "Oh my..." Lester gasped, taking a deep breath as he stared at Rachael. He couldn't help feeling sorry for her, having her mind messed with like that. It just wasn't right. Then Rachael quietly told him, "She called it a neural impressor..." Somehow Lester knew that she meant the thing in the lab that looked something like an electric chair. He wasn't sure where that certainty came from, though he didn't question it. What was more important was the thought that perhaps Lester could figure out how to use that neural impressor to undo what Dr. McRay had done to Rachael. And to Jason. Then he could free them from that mad scientist's control. "Slaves," Lester spat out the word as he sat down on the bed, suddenly angry at Dr. McRay. She was even more of a bitch than he had thought, which didn't make him feel very confident of what might happen when they changed back. But suddenly, in the same way that Lester knew that the electric chair was the neural impressor, he knew that it wouldn't work. It didn't just brainwash people, it changed thought patterns... embedding commands so directly into the mind that they became an integral part of it and permanently so. "I don't think that you can be cured," Lester reluctantly told Rachael, feeling horrible about it. Rachael didn't seem disappointed at that, though a moment later her expression turned sad, "Don't you like me?" "I do like you," Lester assured her gently, feeling as though she was a child and he the real adult. "I just think that you deserve better..." That seemed to comfort her and a smile immediately returned to her face. Several seconds later Rachael left the room, though Lester remained sitting where he was, lost in thought. He frowned as he thought about how he had known so much about the neural impressor. Especially when he'd never even heard of it before then and had only seen it as one piece out of dozens. There was obviously more going on than just the exchange of bodies. "Very curious," Lester mused with a frown. After a minute an idea began to form. The mental transference device may have made them trade bodies, but it also made them exchange brains as well. Lester was currently using Dr. McRay's brain. The mental transference device was designed to transfer the contents of one person's brain into another. So, what if the process of transferring his mental patterns and memories into Dr. McRay's brain didn't completely overwrite the large amount of information that was already stored there? After all Lester was positive that she had a lot more information in her brain than he'd had in his own. And the more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that this was indeed the answer. Shaking his head in amazement Lester could only gasp, "Wow." The whole idea seemed unbelievable, but certainly no more so than trading bodies with someone. Then Lester realized that there was another aspect about using Dr. McRay's brain instead of his own. She was a genius where he obviously was not. And since he was currently using her much more efficient brain... Lester took a deep breath, then gulped, "Interesting..." Everything had been much clearer since the exchange, his thoughts far quicker than normal. As he looked around he realized that things did seem simpler than normal... much easier to grasp and understand. The ease with which he had grasped the homework and test problems the night before when he'd previously struggled with them to little good seemed to prove that point. However Lester still wasn't completely convinced. It was just too much. So with that he started mentally reviewing other things from school, then giving himself more and more complicated math problems and solving them in his head, all in an attempt to prove to himself that he was wrong. But with each passing second it seemed that his theory was more and more a certainty. And after only a minute more Lester could only whisper, "Holy shit..." He'd always wished that he was smarter... and now it looked like he was. Even if only temporarily. Remaining where he was for just a little longer and taking several deep breaths, Lester tried to absorb this. Something as drastic as this... a change in his brain... in his very intelligence made even the new body seem mild in comparison. Finally though Lester took a final deep breath to prepare himself, then got up and left the bedroom, pausing at the faint sound of voices and then following them to the kitchen where he found his parents sitting around a table eating breakfast. Jason was busy cooking at the stove and there was no sign of his own body. "Um..." Lester grimaced, suddenly feeling self-conscious, "morning..." "About time you got up," Lester's dad growled, barely looking up from his plate. Lester's mom looked at him uncomfortably but gave a weak smile, "Is that really you..." "Um... yeah," Lester nodded weakly, "it's me..." He glanced down at himself blushed in embarrassment, suddenly wishing that he hadn't worn the clothes Rachael had set out for him. They weren't indecent or anything, and he had to admit that he liked how hot they made Dr. McRay's body look. However they were a little revealing and being seen in them by his parents was about the last thing that he wanted. He was sure that he could feel their disapproving glares. "Dumb kid," Lester's dad muttered to himself, though not seeming to care if Lester heard, "with something as important as getting this fixed, you'd think he'd know enough to get up early..." Then a moment later he gave Lester an appraising look, and one with more than a hint of lust in it, which made Lester even more uncomfortable. "Damn Junior," Lester's dad exclaimed, staring straight at Lester's breasts, "at least you look better this way..." Lester winced at those words, slouching down as he instinctively tried to avoid any further notice. All of a sudden Lester felt small... useless and stupid. But that was nothing new though. It always seemed to be that way, at least whenever his dad was concerned. Though Lester's mom gave him a slightly sympathetic look, she didn't say anything. That wasn't unusual either. Just then Lester saw himself step into the room, wearing the clothes from the day before... and a bad expression. Dr. McRay looked just a little groggy, reminding Lester just how tired he often was first thing in the morning. However that didn't seem to dampen the bad mood that she was obviously in. "Idiots," Dr. McRay snapped, glaring at everyone. Then her eyes settled on Jason and she ordered, "My breakfast. NOW." Jason's eyes flickered to Lester, as if looking for permission. Then after a brief moment he went back to the stove and began working, pausing when Dr. McRay wasn't looking at him to give her a quick dirty look. And when Jason looked at Lester again, he saw the same expression that he had seen in Rachael's. Taking a deep breath Lester glanced nervously at Dr. McRay in his body, and then at Jason. From the look that Jason had given her, it appeared that when the neutral impressor had imprinted their loyalty and obedience to her... it had imprinted it to her body... not her soul. But Lester had already known that on some level. Still it filled him with a sense of relief to know that at least until he was back to normal, Rachael and Jason were really on his side. "Once I repair the device," Dr. McRay announced with an arrogant tone, "I shall be pleased to have you idiots out of my house." "Why you..." Lester's dad started, though his mom put her hand on his arm and shook her head. A moment later he grumbled, "If you hadn't traded bodies with Little Les..." The rest of the breakfast was tense, though neither Dr. McRay nor Lester's dad spoke, exchanging glares instead. That suited Lester just fine, though he would have preferred to avoid the experience entirely. He was not comfortable sitting there across from his own body or his father, both of whom kept giving him strange and rather unpleasant looks. When Dr. McRay was finished with most of her breakfast, she stood up and announced, "Now to fix that infernal device and get out of this horrid body..." "Finally," Lester's dad muttered, "I want to get out of here as soon as possible." It was merely moments later that they all moved to Dr. McRay's lab, leaving Rachael and Jason to clean up the kitchen on their own. Lester spared them a glance, feeling a little sorry that neither his dad nor Dr. McRay had even thanked them for the breakfast. He shook his head at that before going through the heavy doors. *** Seconds after Lester and the others had entered the laboratory Dr. McRay stopped in front of the mental transference device which had caused them to trade bodies and stared at it thoughtfully for a moment. Lester glanced at his parents, then watched as she started to undo a console panel, frowning scowling as she did so. "How does this thing even work? Lester's dad asked Dr. McRay, lightly kicking at one of the booths. "You couldn't possibly understand," she sneered in response, not even bothering to look at him. Lester just shook his head faintly, feeling nauseated by her arrogance. And the fact that so far she seemed to be rude to everyone. Then with a frown he turned to look around the lab, leaving Dr. McRay to work on the machine. After slowly walking past several pieces of unidentified equipment, Lester paused to take a better look at one. Though he had never seen that particular device before, he knew what it was. It had taken a moment of thinking about it... but he knew. It was a precursor to the neural impressor, editing memories instead of implanting commands. That made it much more versatile in altering a person's mind but less powerful. "Definitely not nice," Lester muttered to himself, giving a quick glance to where Dr. McRay was insulting his parents. She seemed to have a thing for messing with people's minds... all developed from the same line of research. And as far as Lester was concerned, it was all bad news. Giving a shake of his head Lester slowly moved along to other devices, finding that with just a little effort he could recall information on them as well. It wasn't quite as easy as accessing his own knowledge, though once he brought the information up it seemed almost to be his knowledge. He couldn't help being a little curious about just what all was stored in the brain he was currently using. As Lester moved around the room he found that there were only several other devices associated with the mind, though a number of other items with a variety of purposes. Many of them made Lester gasp faintly as he realized what they were, thinking that they could have come straight out of a science fiction movie. There was even some kind of ray gun. "Wow," Lester finally muttered, having been silent for most of his exploration. What Lester had just seen had filled him with excitement. There was much more possible than he had always been led to believe. It was almost as though he had had looked through the window of a house that he had always been told was empty... and seen marvels. A whole world of possibilities opened before him. However as Lester looked back to his dad, he let out a sigh, knowing that this wouldn't matter to him. His future was already laid out before him and the possibilities could do nothing more than taunt him. "You idiots," Dr. M