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The Hidden Princess By Alexus Bowles Brian felt his mother staring and turned to see her standing in the door way. She sheepishly smiled, turned and continued down the hall. Money had lost its importance once she had won the lottery and now Brian and his mother were starting over in a new house without Him. The one who claimed to be his father. The furniture was already gone, they were doing everything new including his clothes. (Which had been crated away before he could see them.) Corolyn was only allowing him one shoe box of anything he could fit in it. He was rather glad they were moving, this house held a lot of bad memories. Corolyn was staring out the bay window of what had once been her room. It was empty now, except for a large wooden crate that she wouldn't let Brian near, for fear he would find out where they were really going. She checked her watch and looked up just in time to see the van pull into the driveway and watch several men jump out. Corolyn sighed and picked up a crowbar to open the crate. Brian was just leaving his room to tell his mom he was ready, when he saw the men coming up the stairs. He turned to see his mother standing behind him holding a mask that was attached to a small tank. "It's okay, Brian." Corolyn gently but firmly placed the mask over his mouth and nose. The gas stung his throat, and Brian tried to pull away, but found himself suffering from a strength his mother must have hidden during the many times his father had beaten her. She held on to him as the gas began to take over. * * * Brian pawed at the helmet release but the fingers of the suits gloves were too thick to clasp the release. He pawed at the face shield. He felt so helpless in this thing, it was so bulky and heavy. They pushed him forward and Brian stumbled down the stairs. Not sure if reality had left him or not, he shook off the nausea at the bottom of the stairs and struggled to get to his feet in the bulky suit. But the men were quickly on him again and were carrying his struggling body out to the van. * * * Brianna tried every hatch she came to, but it was like every single one had been told to ignore her request. Her mother and two others in white robes were continuing after her. "Brianna, it won't be so bad, they just want to see you. They just want to see how you're progressing." Corolyn was beginning to hate lying so much. The face shield of her helmet had been polarized, and Brian had been living in darkness for the last month. What she saw on the inside of her face shield was a computer rendering of her surroundings that was controlled by the suits AI, Celest. Brianna and Celest had become decent friends, but Celest had orders to take control of the suit if Brianna didn't stop soon. It wasn't just her mother that she was running from. Being called Brianna had taken some getting used to but the suit didn't fit like it did before. It was now tighter in the chest area, looser in the waist and tighter in the hips. She could feel hair collecting at the nape of her neck, and she was having dreams and fantasies that frightened her to no end. And it was these dreams, and fantasies that the priests really wanted to see, and Brianna knew it. Brianna found herself in a large lounge area, the chronometer in the lower right corner of her helmet shield was flashing, warning Brianna that she was about to receive another dose of the green gas that would burn in her throat and lungs, weaken her knees, and make her delirious. Celest picked up the increasing heart rate. Brianna was trapped in a room about to face her mother and two others, about to enter another phase of her painful transition and more of her dreams and fantasies that she feared with a passion. "Celest, please stop it. I'll do anything just don't release the gas." "I understand your fear, Brianna, but I cannot help you." "Brianna?" She turned around and saw that they had already taken a seat. They had to know she was about to lose control of her wits, which meant that they were planning on taking advantage of it. Brianna began walking back towards the door when she felt Celest take over and the suits servos kick in. She fought against the computer vainly as it walked her to the couch opposite the others. "Thank you, Celest." Brianna began coughing as the gas was released. She felt the effects instantly, but it was stronger, more painful. "Celest would you please depolarize the face bowl so that we may see my daughter." Tears formed in Brianna's eyes and she pleaded with Celest not to expose her through racking coughs. "I don't want her to see me! Please Celest, NO!!!!!!!!" Brianna screamed as light was beginning to filter through the face bowl. She could see that other people had entered the room, she didn't want these people to see her! Equipment was being set up next to the couch she was sitting on. She could see a technician jacking cables into the sides of the helmet. Then her eyes focused on her mothers and her heart stopped. From what Corolyn could see the child was redeveloping into a drop dead gorgeous young woman. Her almond shaped emerald green eyes matched the lush mop of green tresses that were now collecting around her neck. Her lips were full , and perfect. "Brianna, you're beautiful." Corolyn's first instinct was to reach out and touch that face, but she checked herself and remembered what must be done. "Celest please release the rest of the gas." Brianna's eyes grew big, she had just been able to get use to the usual dose, she was fighting to not fall asleep and to keep her wits! Her gloved hands flew to her protected chest and clawed helplessly as the gas stung and burned inside her hapless lungs. She felt reality slip away, her eyes closed and the dreams began instantly... * * * Brianna opened her eyes to find herself laying on a crest of a hill in a field of daisies. Their fragrant smell was infused in her nostrils. She was wearing a fitting sun dress made of forest green silk that fell to mid thigh and she had her hair pulled back into a tight, curled pony tail. Next to her was her boyfriend and he was awake too, she cuddled next to him. He whispered three special words in her ear, she smiled and kissed him and repeated the words... * * * Corolyn and the others watched in fascination... * * * Now she was lying face down in the flowers and HE was straddling her back, driving the palms and fingers of his hands into her shoulders, making Brianna almost pass out from the sheer pleasure of feeling so relaxed. When he finished Brianna rolled over with him still on top of her, she reached up and locked her hands around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate embrace. She felt his hands exploring her body. Running his hands up and down the curves of her breasts and hips, they rolled until she was on top. She smiled at him again and made HIM promise to keep a secret and not get angry with her. He promised with a smile and Brianna nervously divulged her secret to HIM... The wind picked up and the sky turned dark, HE threw Brianna off of him and she fell yards away in a mud puddle that had appeared out of no where. Brianna was gaining her feet when he attacked her again, rapping his dexterous fingers around her throat and lifting her off the ground. Brianna's sandals dropped off her feet as she kicked madly trying to find the ground again. She was crying, pleading with him to put her down. He promised, remember. . . * * * The air was fresh, not recycled, recirculated, or tainted but pure and clean. Her body felt free, no longer constrained, and contained. Her fingers were actually touching each other... Brianna sat up in the bed and gasped at the free weight of her breasts bouncing uncontrollably. She smoothed her hair back out of her eyes. "It took you long enough to wake up." Brianna pulled the covers up around her body. "Who are you?" The girl appeared to be about seventeen, she had blue hair and eyes and a body that had been known to turn heads. She went to the closet and opened the doors, she vanished into the walk-in closet and came back out holding a purple silk dress, and sandals. "My name is Ora and I'm one of your other three sisters." She went to the dresser and pulled out the proper under clothing. "First you need a bath, that suit has you smelling like daddy's old shoes." Ora saw the look of surprise on her face. "What is it?" she asked as she continued to collect items from around Brianna's room." He left us at home-" "First of all let's get something strait." "This is your home, you weren't born on Earth. The man who abused our mother and abused you wasn't your real father. The real one is waiting to meet his youngest child whom he has never seen. You will understand more, once you get used to being what you now are, a girl. A 16 year old girl with the body of a twenty year old. Today you're lessons begin. Because all though you may look it and maybe even get away with it. You will not like being what you don't know you are." She threw a shift at Brianna saying, "Put this on so you don't have to rely on sheets to cover yourself." Brianna put it on and sat at the edge of her bed. Then Ora stopped in mid step and put everything back where she had gotten it. "On second thought, you're lessons begin now." She took Brianna by the hand and pulled her towards the closet. The closet itself was twice the size of the living room of her house back on Earth. Ora turned when she heard the sharp intake of breath and misunderstood Brianna's reaction. "Yes sister all this is yours, all made of silk and not a single pair of pants or shorts in the lot." Ora was severely mistaken to say that. What no one knew was that Brianna was still having conflicts in her mind and she hadn't been faced with clothing until now. Ora eagerly urged Brianna forward to the racks of clothes. "I...I don't want to get dressed yet," she managed to stammer out. "What do you mean?" Brianna turned to her taller sister and nervously tried to smile. "Well I don't see why I have to get dressed. It's the morning isn't it?" Brianna began inching towards the door. "At home, me and mom didn't actually get dressed unless we were going somewhere. Besides, I'm hungry." Faster than she really thought possible, Ora had moved behind Brianna and closed the door. "What is your fear Brianna?" Brianna began backing away from Ora and soon had her back to the opposite wall. She was pinned, and she could feel a faint throb at the back of her head, almost like something was pushing its way in. "I...I don't want to wear a dress, this shift is bad enough, but I don't want to wear a dress!" "Well too bad because that's all you have." Ora backed off from her and Brianna felt the throb go away. She went back out into the room and Brianna followed her, sulking quietly. "It's okay not to want Brianna, you're going to find that you'll have to do a lot of things you really don't want to do." "But know this: I am in charge of your schooling, which means I get to use what ever methods are possible. You can make it easy or hard on yourself, but you will not leave this room until you have selected your own outfit in full, including make-up and hair and nails." With that Ora stormed from Brianna's room. And now standing in the center of her room, Brianna realized she didn't know how to do any of that. * * * "Well where is she?" He had always been a gentle but impatient man when it came to something he really wanted. Larn reminded Ora of a little kid waiting for Christmas. "She's being stubborn, mom can I talk to you please?" Corolyn followed Ora into the giant hall that was the dining room. "What is it, Ora?" "She's afraid." "What do you mean?" "I did the probe like you asked me to. She's very afraid of...something. All I know is that she has an extreme fear of dresses. Like she's afraid it'll make it easier to rape her or something..." Corolyn remembered the many nightmares, dreams and fantasies that she had watched while Brianna had slept...and then she remembered the one where she had been raped, by someone she trusted. Corolyn swore if she knew who that person was in her nightmare, he'd be a dead man by now. "She is afraid of being raped." * * * Brianna's stomach was growling at her, after subsisting on nutrient fluids, her body was aching to digest something solid. She soon found out that Ora wasn't lying when she said that Brianna didn't have a single pair of pants or shorts. She was standing in the middle of her closet, crying, because everything was a skirt or a dress. But she was so hungry! Brianna shuffled to a dress that had somehow managed to single itself out and she picked it up, she went back into her room and fished a pair of panties out of the top drawer of her dresser. Then she turned for what must have been the bathroom door and went in. * * * It was a white silk dress that fell to her knees with spaghetti straps with an empire bodice and an emerald green sash tied in a bow at the back. Brianna didn't know what to do with her hair so she struggled to do what she had seen her mother do a hundred times and put it in a pony tail. It took her about fifteen tries to get it right but eventually it came out looking decent. She had to smile, though, she did like the fact that she had green hair. * * * Corolyn and Ora quietly entered the room, and heard Brianna in the bathroom, they moved to the open door and saw that her back was turned to them as they entered. She was sitting on a stool at a small table. Ora could tell she was trying to do her nails and failing miserably at it. The two smiled at each other. Ora watched Brianna almost jump out of her skin when she was surprised by both sides at once. Her knees jumped and knocked the table, sending the contents on top spilling everywhere. Brianna quickly got over her shock and realized her mother was seeing her in a dress. Ora relayed the building embarrassment and self hatred to Corolyn. Brianna was staring down at her white silken lap and started to get up. The entire family would soon have access to Brianna's mind, but right now it was only Ora. And she was relaying Brianna's thoughts as fast as she read them. "It's okay Brianna." Corolyn took her hand and pulled her up leading her to the full length mirror, but Brianna had other ideas. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HERSELF, MOTHER. SHE HATES HER SELF ALREADY, WHAT IF THE TIME COMES AND SHE HASN'T EXCEPTED IT YET? Corolyn ignored Ora and pulled her youngest child into an embrace. She was struggling not to let her tears show. The thoughts kept coming and Corolyn suddenly regretted ever returning Brianna to claim her place as the High Princess of New Tyrol. The only problem was there was no going back, people knew she was on the planet. Only people who needed to know but still people who knew. Brianna was going to have to go back to the suit, and she knew that would only distance her child from her even more. This woman who was changing her life around so much and not telling her why. Corolyn turned her daughter to face her. Brianna had done a decent job on the make-up for her first time, and with Ora's skill and the face she already had the next ruler of her planet would have unparalleled beauty, as it was supposed to be. Corolyn wiped a tear from her cheek and smoothed a wisp of forelock behind her ear. Brianna got an irritable look on her face, and pulled her hair back into place. "I wanted it like that." She began slowly moving away from the mirror and eventually made it back into her room. Ora and Corolyn shared an amused look but the reverie was broken when they heard a sharp yelp and gasp. They ran back into the room to find Larn standing there, staring at Brianna who was staring back him. OH, SHNYCKIES, Corolyn thought as she snapped them both out of their daze. "Larn you weren't supposed to see her yet, she doesn't know yet." "Well then there's no one better than I to tell her." Larn stood at 6'8", he was lean and built, but not overly muscular, a shock of silver hair matched his silver eyes and goatee. He was wearing an emerald studded gold band around his head and a deep red, flowing, velvet cloak. "What's he talking about?" Brianna asked backing away from him until her legs were against the foot of the bed. He was approaching her, while reaching underneath his cloak. Then her eyes focused on the diamond studded gold band he had produced. "It's a crown, Brianna." Larn proceeded to place it on her head. As he knew it would, it was a perfect fit. "Didn't know you were royalty, did you?" Brianna looked at her mother with a blank look in her eyes. "You're a princess, you are the youngest child of King Larn IV, ruler of New Tyrol, Empire of Aligned Planets." Corolyn approached a dazed Brianna and smiled. "Just think of all those times when I couldn't afford to give you lunch money and now you can have anything your little stomach may desire." Larn caught the warning signal from Ora and moved in just in time to catch Brianna as she lost consciousness and began to fall to the floor. . . * * * "For once, tell me you got some good news," Baldan Forscithe breathed as he eased back in his plush office chair. Across the desk sat the head of his espionage department, Calmen. Calmen had risen through the ranks of King Larn's Royal Space Navy, but had been quietly dismissed when he had gotten caught trying to bed one of the princesses. Now he was making twice as much than he would as Commander in Chief of His Majesties Armed Services. "Well that will depend on how you take this juicy bit of information that my sources have uncovered." Baldan came forward, resting his arms his on desk and looking intensely at Calmen. "Spill your beans, Calmen. I pay you to find information, not to toy with me." He smiled, "Very well." And opened his briefcase. From it he pulled a sealed envelope and slid it across the desk to Baldan. "Even if you manage to murder the King you will still have to deal with one more factor." "Why? His wife is on the other side of the galaxy and the triplets would have nothing but the trust fund and that house on the southern continent. . ." Baldan had removed the contents to find a series of glossy color photos. The first one showed a bulky white suit descending stairs from a transport that had the Royal Shield emblazoned on the hull. That kind of suit could be used for anything under the sun. His wife's company made them. The rest were pictures of a very beautiful green haired lass in a series of different settings, but in each one she was wearing a golden band with diamond studs around her head. "There's a fourth child!?" Baldan was livid. He launched across the desk and grabbed Calmen by the lapels of his coat. You should have known about her already!! Why am I just finding out?" "Sir, you know as much as I do, which isn't much. All we know right now is that she appears to be almost of age to ascend the throne. My spies inform me that they're teaching her matters of state on a crash course, so it's going to have to be soon. You know of the rumors of Larn's failing health." With a deep grunt and scowl, Baldan sat back in his chair and tried to calm himself. "All right make the necessary adjustments to the plan, I will rule this Empire or die trying." Calmen collected his things and prepared to leave. When he got to the door he turned, "Oh and don't forget, this will make her the youngest of generation seven. Which means when she realizes her true capacity there will be no hope for your ambitions." He turned and left. END PART I * * * PART II Kelli smiled when she saw Brianna sitting in their fathers favorite chair flipping channels on the vid screen. She hadn't really had a chance to get to know her little sister, she herself had just returned from one of the agriculture planets where she had been vacationing with her boyfriend. Hadus IV was about the only place where the royal family could be absolutely safe. The land was actually privately owned by a very influential and one of King Larn's favorite Lords. The acreage took up almost half of one continent. And in the center of it all stood a modest three story home. Up kept by a custodial family that the Royal family had become close with. Hence Kelli's boyfriend. Brianna turned when her senses tuned on Kelli's presence. "Hi, Brianna." "Which one are you?" Kelli smiled at the question as she entered the den and sat across from her. That question was so often asked, the only person who could easily tell the triplets apart was their mother. "I'm Kelli, I just got back from visiting my boyfriend." Brianna was wearing a simple silk blue chiffon dress with a sash that tied in the back and tights. Her make-up matched the blue hue of the dress and her hair was coiled in a ponytail. They had settled into an uneasy silence, and Kelli's steady stare was becoming unnerving. Brianna felt like she had been placed underneath an intense microscope and was being poked and prodded by eyes alone. She could feel that gentle pushing in the back of her skull again. I CAN'T PICTURE IT. I CAN'T PICTURE HER AS A BOY. Her legs were crossed, back strait, breasts out. She could tell from almost ten feet away that her skin was as smooth as a babies butt. The pain in Brianna's head suddenly became intense and she winced as another intellect forced it's way into her brain. Kelli watched Brianna's eyes narrow then expand to the size of saucers when she realized what the throbbing was. Her own family was reading her thoughts! Kelli continued to rummage around anyway, she could feel Brianna trying to rally and protect the thought's Kelli hadn't gotten to yet, but she was so weak it was ridiculous. "Stop." Kelli could feel Brianna trying to hide something, and she went after it. Brianna threw the controller at her and ran from the room breaking the connection. * * * Brianna's tights slid on the hard wood floor as she braked suddenly and turned. Running right into her father. . . He looked down at her with sad eyes. Tears were streaming down her face. She began backing away from him, but he quickly and gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms. "Father please don't let her do this to me!" She struggled against him but was helpless against his strength. "I didn't do anything wrong! I'll try I promise I'll try..." IF SHE ONLY KNEW HOW MUCH IT HURT ME TO DO THIS, he thought as they entered the lab. The suit was there waiting for Brianna's return. Her sisters and mother were there and she clutched her fathers neck, pleading with him not to let her mother do this to her and fighting off her mother and sisters. But her mind was helpless as all four female minds bombarded her at once. . . * * * "Let me out. Let me out, please!" The guards remained passive, the only time Brianna was ever allowed out of the house was never, and certainly not while she was in a transformation suit and crying her eyes out. Lt. Damon didn't know she had a crush on him(she didn't know it either), but he had his orders. "I wanna go home! Please, just take this suit off me!" Still nothing. Brianna felt them coming and turned. Her mother held the helmet, and the triplets were menacingly walking in front of her. Brianna looked around and realized there was no escape. "But why!?" "Because in your mind you're still a boy." Brianna tried to run, but it was like someone dropped a massive weight on her mind and it drove her to her knees. Pinning her to the floor as they lowered the helmet over her head and sealed it shut. * * * "Celest stop it please! They won't know!" Brianna watched the chronometer continue to count down. "I can fake it!" Brianna couldn't understand why Celest wasn't responding. The face bowl was clear right now and everyone could see her tears and the anguish in her eyes and hear her pleads to a computer that had been told not to interact in anyway on a personal level with Brianna. Brianna was looking back at them now, her thickly gloved hands pressing against the glass wall that separated the cell she'd be living in for the next month. They didn't understand what it was like to be contained like this, surviving off of the IV needle in her arm. Breathing stale drugged air, or don't breath at all, the nightmares. The timer hit zero and hell started all over again, without a friend. * * * Brianna was already waiting at the glass wall when her mother entered the room. She was the only one that Brianna saw during her waking hours and had come to depend on Corolyn for sanity. "Are you letting me out?" Brianna felt that familiar throb then watched her mother shake her head. "But you said a month, it's been two. Please I'm hungry and it's lonely in here-" "What are you?" "A..." Corolyn smiled as she watched Brianna try and figure out what her mother wanted to hear. But she didn't understand that either. Mainly because all her mother did was come and torment her and after jumping through every hoop Brianna was still helplessly trapped in the suit. "What are you, Brianna?" Corolyn moved to the remote computer terminal and punched in a series of commands. Brianna followed her and tried to see what she was looking at but Corolyn turned the screen away from the glass cell. "Please mother, you promised you'd let me out in one-" "Under the condition that you would accept your destiny to rule your home planet as the most beautiful girl in the universe. Which you haven't! Life would be so easy for you if you would just stop fighting everything. You're with a family that loves you, we're trying to help you and all you care about is going back to that miserable blue marble of a planet!" Brianna backed away from the glass and turned from her mother, sitting on her bed. "Why didn't you tell me? It might have been-" "I couldn't tell you. Would you have honestly believed that you were from a planet on the south side of the galaxy, that you were destined to become a drop dead gorgeous 16 year old who was to become the queen of an empire spanning over three hundred planets? No Brianna, the only difference would have been you fighting me sooner. You will get out of that suit when I am satisfied and not a moment sooner." * * * It was an experimental aircraft, undetectable by radar and all other forms of detection, its thrusters silent and painted black so it'd be harder to see in the night sky. It approached the palace from the North and descended to the mostly flat roof of the palace. If the insider Baldan had was behaving himself the alarm was already deactivated and he'd be waiting. Baldan had come along for this one, a chance to the storm the palace and kidnap the heiress to the throne? He couldn't pass it up. The craft hovered about a meter off the roof, it's own sensors searching for the laser net that was part of the security system, when the pilot was satisfied it wasn't there he gingerly sat his ship down. Quietly and so gentle that it took Baldan a few moments to realize they were down. Turning to his strike team he said, "Shoot only if shot at. Remember what I told you about the triplets they will turn your mind to slush if you let them. Just the youngest girl, no one else. Alive, if you please." * * * Ora looked at her bedside clock, something didn't feel right. It wasn't often she couldn't sleep, a cup of warm milk usually did the trick and so throwing the thick covers back she got out of bed. She was slightly happy that the was kitchen empty; it was rare that the royal family got a chance to cook for themselves. Something they enjoyed immensely, but were seldom able to do. Being a princess was nice, but the title was highly overrated. There were trappings to positions of power that those who never experienced it would never know about. Ora grabbed an Earth magazine her mother had brought back(She was still learning Earth English, but thought it might have said COSMOPOLITAN.) and sat at the island on a stool while the milk warmed on the large stove. The magazine was just one of a hundred, but it's pages were worn to almost nothing from the constant turning of it's pages by the many hands in the palace. * * * Baldan and his team moved down the hall quietly and stealthily. Lt. Damon was in the lead when they came to a large junction of corridors. "We are entering the mental range of the triplets. Keep your minds silent or they will know you are here. Your objective is one hundred meters down and on your left. I can go no further." Baldan looked at the man and thanked him with a silent nod. "Everyone knows what to do, lets move out." Lt. Damon watched them move down the hall, he had to be at his post in case the alarm went off. He turned and quickly made his way back to the ground floor. * * * Ora stopped in mid turning of the page. It had been on the very edge of her mental range, an errant thought. I HOPE THEY KILL THE LITTLE BITCH. . . Ora slammed the rag closed and left the kitchen, her senses in overdrive and searching for the foot print of that mind. It wasn't easy though, she had just barely caught the thought and something was screaming at her to hunt that mind down. She went out into the main entrance hall, Lt. Damon and another guard were standing post as usual. Brianna, she knew, had a building affinity for the guy and he was QUITE handsome. "Is there a problem, your highness?" "No, none at all. Just couldn't sleep. . ." Lt. Damon's mind was too silent. The other guard's mind was wondering about, thinking of his wife and unborn child on Telexis, but Lt. Damon. . . He had thought the thought had been low enough for her to miss it. IF YOU ONLY KNEW. . . But he felt the probe and knew he had been made. Ora's eyes grew wide in horror. "Guard Travis take Lt. Damon into custody!" Ora didn't even wait to see if he followed orders, her baby sister was in trouble and she wasn't about to lose her after just getting her back. Kelli and Nastazia woke to the screaming alarm Ora was pounding into their heads. BRIANNA'S IN TROUBLE! They were both moving into the west wing in less than three seconds. * * * Baldan and his team stormed into the room, surprising a groggy Brianna. She had just received a signal from her sisters to wake up and it wasn't one of those things she could have ignored. Brianna looked at them quizzically, not quite understanding what was going on. . .until she saw the blasters. Moving faster than usually possible Brianna moved from her bed to the door, slamming a large red button on the frame. In two quick seconds the entire drive of the computer terminal dumped into Celest's memory then began erasing itself. There was nothing that would be able to get through the glass. "The hard drive is erasing!" Baldan threw his man aside and started typing furiously, trying to stop it. This was something he had thought about, but doubted. Queen Corolyn had basically set it up where the Princess was now the only one who could open the door and by now the lock made itself impregnable from the outside. The screen went blank. He turned to Brianna, aiming his blaster at her through the glass. Brianna back away, suddenly afraid for her life. "Open the door!" "Celest. . ." "Open the fucking door, or I swear I'll fire!" There was no way he could actually shoot her. The glass was rated to take up to a fifty megaton warhead and not even scratch. "Sir, the triplets are coming I don't know how long I can hold them off, I think it best if we switched to plan B." Baldan holstered his weapon and activated a communicator attached to his wrist, "Hericlees, do you have a lock?" "Affirmative." "Energize." Just as her sisters rushed into the room a white beam of light pierced vertically through the ceiling. Brianna instinctively raised her hands to shield the light from her eyes and watched as they seemed to dematerialize. A wave if nausea hit her full force as she felt her body breaking apart molecule by molecule. . . And suddenly the whole thing reversed itself. * * * It took his men a couple seconds for them to refocus, the transportation process had yet to be perfected and it still had a tendency to induce nausea. But they recovered quickly and helped Baldan to his feet. "Quickly," he put a hand to his head, screaming at his body to recover it's equilibrium. "Tell the Captain to set predesignated course and to depart immediately." He turned to a group of technicians and guardsmen that had entered the transport chamber. "Get rid of that suit and secure her to the assigned quarters." Brianna was still struggling to her feet when two large men in red jumpsuits lifted her up and hauled her out of the chamber, she was still trying to figure out what was going on. * * * Brianna heard the hiss of the hatch, but remained sitting at the view port, watching the streaks of light that were passing stars. She didn't know how long she had been held captive. For awhile she had been resistant and they kept her sedated, but now she was just confined to spacious quarters. "Where are you taking me?" She spoke without turning from the veiwport. Baldan opened his mouth to speak, but then she spoke again, "Better yet, why have you kidnapped me?" "Why do you think we've kidnapped you?" She turned from the veiwport and fixed him with her emerald green eyes. "I'm a princess, lets start from there. You probably didn't know I existed until my mother brought me back, and you're probably hoping to get a large ransom for my return." "Close but not quite, YOUR HIGHNESS." Baldan moved to a replicator mounted in the bulkhead and punched in a series of commands on its panel. A goblet of brown liquid materialized on the shelf beneath the replicator, he picked it up and swirled the liquid in the glass then held it up for Brianna's scrutiny. "I believe it's called Scotch," he took a sip of the alcohol. "One of my men hacked into the royal database and downloaded everything he could to explain your sudden appearance." Baldan moved to a couch and sat down, fixing her with a stare of his own. "I've grown quite fond of this beverage, to be honest. It's very relaxing, very soothing." He could see that Brianna was becoming uncomfortable. "So where were you and your mother all this time?" He watched her mouth open to say something, but then stopped herself. "What's wrong princess, can't think off a good lie? How about telling me what you were doing in that suit?" She stared at him blankly. "Let me be blunt, you were born on a planet called Earth. Hence, this WONDERFUL Scotch. You are the next heir to the crown, for reasons of your safety, your mother left the empire when she discovered she was with child. The only people who knew where you were, were the Royal Detachment, your father's own personal guard. The suit was rigged for transformation, the gas in its air supply was a DNA resequencer. You used to be a boy named Brian." Baldan smiled as he watched the color drain from her face. "You asked me where we're taking you," he stood up and tossed back the rest of the Scotch. "We need to keep you out of the way for awhile. So what better a place to take you to than the one place your family won't look, Earth." Brianna felt light headed and sat down on the bench by the veiwport again, tears brimming in her eyes. "It's going to be about two and half weeks by YOUR calendar, so feel free to roam about the ship. You are a princess, and will be treated as such as long as you don't cause any trouble. Are we understood?" Brianna nodded her head in submission. She had tried to be brave like she knew her mother would have wanted her to, but he had slapped her down before she left the ground. THE END OF PART II * * * PART III They must have moved her while she was sleeping, it would explain the sudden wave of nausea that hit her as she opened her eyes and closed them tightly as the room spun. But it faded quickly and allowed Brianna to sit up in the large bed that she was in and take in the rather large room that must have been designated hers. The bed was a king size four poster with a canopy of a sheer pink material and it reminded her of her bed back on New Tyrol... In fact as she climbed out of bed and looked around even more she realized that the entire room was a duplicate of the one she had had in the palace. For a moment her heart soared. Maybe she had been asleep longer than she thought and her family had rescued her while she slept. But that fleeting hope was destroyed when she glanced out the window and saw a large bay or lake (she couldn't tell which) that had a large unmistakably Earth city on the opposite shore. Her hopes plummeted as she felt tears burning in her eyes. It was more than just missing her mother, and being held hostage by her fathers arch enemy. Four months or not, Brianna still felt confused about herself, and now had no one to help her figure things out, or tell her how to act, how to be a girl. Quickly falling into a depressed state of self pity and misery, Brianna turned away from the window only to be startled to see her father. "Daddy!" She rushed to embrace him, but she easily passed through him as if he wasn't there. Brianna was confused for a moment until he began to speak to her. "Good morning, Brianna. Baldan Forscithe has allowed me to send you this communique from home. I can see you and I can tell that you can see me. But they've made it so that you can only hear me, I can't hear you. So just listen. This man has taken you from us because of something he wants from me and your mother. I promise as soon as we find out where he has taken you we will come for you, but unfortunately it is a rather large Galaxy. He will be holding you until he gets what he wants from me. Be strong Brianna, don't make waves and know that we all love you very much." With that his image faded, and there was a sharp rapping on the bedroom door. Slowly Brianna walked across the room and opened the door, a large man in civilian Earth clothing looked down at her. "Breakfast is in five minutes if you're hungry. Your UNCLE wants you in his office in fifteen minutes." He turned and walked away. * * * Baldan pushed the window open and it smoothly slid along it's track, the cool salty smell of an ocean breeze filled the room. "I like this planet," he said while staring out across the bay at the city. "It's climes are quite various. When I get what I want from your parents, I'll have to remember to have Earth incorporated into the Empire." He turned and looked at her, still in the satin sleep shirt she had worn to sleep on the ship. "But I won't bore you with politics." He swiveled his chair around and sat in it, bellying up to the large oak desk and steepling his fingers on the blotter. "In two days time, you will start going to the institution of educational training, that you refer to as HIGH SCHOOL. But first I think you need a wardrobe to wear. After research into the styles of the day, your hair will pass as an act of rebellion, but the green eyes are to much of a coincidence, you'll use contacts." "After much deliberation with myself and advisors, you're to be taught how to drive and given a vehicle of your choice. I personally will take you out this afternoon to one of those DEALERSHIPS to get one." He looked up from a sheet of paper and looked her directly in the eye. "Don't even consider using it to get away from me. You already have a tracking bug implanted on your person somewhere. You will not find it, and there is no where on this planet that you can hide. Do I make myself clear?" Brianna swallowed, "Yes." Escape had been her first thought. "Good, on that note, you will retire to your room and prepare to leave. I'm also giving you your own ATM card, linked to a bank account with thirty thousand American dollars in it. You would know better than I what you need for schooling on this planet, especially clothing. One of my guards will be taking you to the indoor shopping center. Go, now." * * * Brianna came down the stairs and saw the guard patiently waiting for her. The only clothes they had provided her with was a very simple skirt and sweater set, that she hated. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, the guard roughly shoved a purse into her hands. "Five hundred in cash and your ATM card." She was still trying to figure out what to do with it when he began propelling her towards the large front door. Brianna's blue eyes looked up at him in horror as she realized she was going out in public for the first time. Everything hit her at once. They knew that she had once been Brian, but they didn't know that Brian was still around, just helplessly masquerading as a girl, without a clue how to behave in public. Ora was just beginning to teach her that stuff when she got put back in the suit. Brianna didn't know how to act as a girl in public, she had never been in public! And worse yet she couldn't let them know. . . OH GOD, WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL, Brianna suddenly fell to her knees under a wave of nausea, AND BOYS! Her breakfast was soon spread across the foyer tile floor. And that still didn't save her from a packed mall on Saturday morning. * * * Markos, the guard, was standing outside of the store. Being a typical male he refused to enter the lingerie shop. If he only understood why Brianna was shaking so badly, surely he would have saved her this indignity. But he had his orders and a list to make sure she completed. "Can I help you, miss?" Brianna nearly jumped out of her skin and turned to find an older woman smiling pleasantly at her, suspecting nothing. "I. . ." Brianna swallowed. "I need some underwear." "Well that much is obvious dear, what type?" Brianna blushed and looked down at herself, they had failed to provide a bra for her ample bosom and she'd been suffering through male stares all day. "All kinds, I just moved to town and the movers lost all of my clothes." The same line she'd been using most of the day. It didn't take much for the woman to see that this young girl was nervous about being in a lingerie shop and that was fine. For some reason the woman figured that she probably used to be a tomboy, and her parents had put their foot down. She did get a lot of those. "Do you know what your sizes are." The confused and worried look of Brianna's confirmed the woman's suspicions. "Well then come along dear, let's get you measured up, every woman should know her dimensions." * * * Brianna sat in the center of her floor crying, the room around her looked like a tornado had hit and thrown her clothes everywhere. Somehow he must have known that she wasn't allowed to wear jeans or shorts. She had bought three of each at the mall and now they were gone. Even her long skirts had been taken away or shortened. How could they have known!? Brianna got up and left the room, still in her night shirt. She found Baldan in his office having his morning cup of coffee(He'd become quite fond of the dark brew.). He looked up from a data plate as she entered without knocking. She saw by the look on his face that he knew why she was here. "Intelligence reports indicated that you were only allowed to wear skirts and dresses above the knee, although we never were able to find out why. Either way, it doesn't matter. I'm going to assume your mother had a good reason to not allow you these simple pleasures and go along with them." "But-" "You do realize that you still have yet to explain to me why your mother put you back into that suit after you had been transformed. Maybe we could come to an agreement." Without saying more than one word, Brianna had lost the argument and went to get ready for her first day of school. Something she really was not looking forward to. * * * Brian had just gotten his license when her world turned upside down but the knowledge of driving remained with her, even though her smaller dimensions required a bit of adjusting. None the less, Brianna had wanted a Nissan Frontier (four door), but had compromised for a Volkswagen Jetta. It was all black with a black leather interior and the darkest tint the law allowed on all of the windows. When she had brought it home, Baldin had set his cronies crawling all over it and she hadn't been allowed near it until they were done and had cleaned up. This was a perk to being kidnapped though, she had her own bank account and credit cards, her own car, was living in a mansion of a home and going to an affluent high school. It would almost be great if she wasn't being held against her will. Throwing her books and purse in the passenger seat, Brianna quite boorishly climbed in and started the engine. The shoulder harness slid into place and she fastened the lap belt. And as she did this the car put itself into reverse and backed out of the garage. Then the radio clicked on and a familiar voice came through the speakers. "Good morning, Brianna." "Celest!" "That's right, now put your hands on the wheel so people won't think this car is driving itself." Brianna readily obliged as Celeste put the car into drive and accelerated down the street. "So honestly, Brianna, how are you doing?" Brianna looked down at her lap. "Eyes on the road, please." Brianna looked back up and sighed, "Okay I guess. I'm really worried about school." "Why? It's my understanding that you are returning to the same grade that you left." "It's not the work, it's the. . ." "Boys?" A tear trickled down her cheek. "Yes. I don't know how to handle them." A realistic sigh came over the speakers. "What's THAT hard to handle about them?" "You wouldn't know, how could you? I've looked in the mirror, Celeste, I'm beautiful, by anyone's standards. I'd wanna do myself if I still had male parts and so will every other strait male at school today. And even worse, mom put me back in the suit so I'd stop thinking like a guy and acting like a girl, but it didn't work and now I'm forced to play this charade until my family finds me. I can't let Baldan know the truth. That could get me into so much trouble and-" "Hey, kid! Calm down!" Brianna's voice had been steadily rising as more and more of her frustrations came to the surface now that she had a way to vent, someone to talk to. Celest drove quietly until her censors told her that Brianna had calmed down. "Look Brianna, you want to take it one step at a time. If any guys hit on you, just simply decline and walk away." "But that's not the problem, I got turned down enough times that I'm sure I can handle that." "Then what is it?" Brianna's voice lowered, "I don't want to be gawked at. I know guys and that's all they do when a pretty girl walks by, gawk and imagine what I'd look like with my legs in the air. That's what I'd used to do. And I've seen the looks that girls give each other when one gets more attention than the other." Celest turned into the student parking lot of the high school and turned off her engine. "Listen to me, Brianna, you are going to go to class and focus on your studies. Don't let other peoples insecurities about themselves become your problems too. No go on get out off here." * * * Should I write more?