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Steve was one of those people who didn't have any roots. He had been born in Texas somewhere, and had gone through education near to his hometown. Sure he had got good grades, he even contemplated going to University for about two minutes. All the teachers at his school said that he could go far and that he could earn shitloads when he was older. But all Steve really cared about was having a good time. He had left school and then the next week won a fair bit on the local lottery. He had also been working for about a year at his Uncle's garage. He loved cars, and Steve had has his eye on a certain car for quite a while. He had learnt to drive even before he had reached the age of 15. He had passed his test on his 18th Birthday. Steve had never known his dad. He told everyone that he didn't care; he didn't want to know someone who had just left him and his mum all alone on the ranch to fend for themselves. But deep down, Steve was always curious about what his dad looked like. Where was he now? Was he alive? Maybe he was making loads of money and Steve was actually in line for a huge inheritance. To be honest, it was just a dream for Steve. Maybe he would find out one day, he thought, but then again he wouldn't be shattered if he didn't. After working exactly a year at his Uncle's garage, he had enough money to buy a second hand 1969 Boss 302 Mustang. He bought it from his Uncle at a real good price. Steve was quite like his Uncle in some respects. He looked up to him as the father figure as he hadn't known his dad. The first time he drove out of the garage driveway, he had sped down the dusty road that stretched out in the red heat in front of him with the pedal pressed against the floor. He was in love already with this vehicle, and made a small pledge to himself to never to abandon it. Three months passed, and it was late on a Friday night. Steve had been out on the town with a couple of guys from work. He had got pretty drunk with them, before they had decided to head off. Steve had just paid a prostitute for sex in the back of his Mustang; it was a regular place for him and a prostitute. Steve had never really been that lucky with the ladies, but he wasn't exactly ugly. A middle of the road kinda guy, who ironically thought he owned the road when he was driving. He pulled his car into the driveway of his and his mother's ranch and pushed the door shut. He walked up the gravel path and he could hear it crunching under his feet. There was a background murmur of Crickets out in the field, and some mosquito flies flew transfixed around a porch light that shone out across the driveway. He went into the house, and hung his coat up. He actually went to get something to drink. He thought his Mum must have gone to sleep, but when he returned to the wooden living room, his mother was hanging by the rafters. Her eyes were bulged open and her body still slightly rocking in the open window breeze. The light that was streaming in from the open front door shone on her face. Steve didn't jump, it didn't really shock him. He took a swig from the glass and then swore very loudly as he smashed the mug down on the wooden floor. He walked over to the body and cut it down with a knife that he always carried around with him. He laid the stiffening corpse on the sofa and noticed there was a note on the coffee table. 'Steve' was scribed roughly on the front of the white envelope. He reclined in to the armchair and opened the letter as any businessman would upon opening a formal letter from the board or something. He slid the paper out of its envelope and tossed it onto the fire that was still smoldering in the corner. He unfolded the piece of paper to show a small scribble letter that was in his mum's handwriting. He looked at his mother, dead on the sofa for a second, before reading on; Son. I don't know whether you know or not, but the last few months of my life have been hell. I have received death threats from an anonymous person and have just generally been depressed. It all started when your father left us. I couldn't support you in the way that I should be able to, and I'm sorry for your bad childhood, really I am. I couldn't handle it any more. What can I say, I cracked under pressure. Use this as a will, you have all that I own. I took all my money out of the bank in the town this afternoon and it is all in a box under this coffee table. I hope you find this letter before anyone else does. Please be careful, and remember whatever you do I will always love you, sorry again. Mum x A single kiss ended the suicide note from his mum. Steve just sighed and threw the letter in the fire to join the envelope that had been disposed of just a few minutes earlier. He sighed again and sat listening to the crickets. He looked under the table and sure enough there was a box of money. If Steve was to estimate there was only around 400 dollars in the box, which was nice to have but wouldn't exactly get him far. He took his wallet out of his pocket and shoved the bills into the slip of it. He stood up after a short silence, and grabbed his car keys that he had thrown down on the sideboard underneath his coat when he had come in. He took one last look at the room, at his white mother lying there wide eyed on the patched up sofa. He slipped his coat on and walked out into the fresh late evening air, pulling the wooden door closed behind him. His mother didn't exactly have any friends, so he didn't think he needed to tell anyone. Steve had always been a bit lonely, but all the company he really needed was that of himself and the open road. He stood in the porch light, the crickets still chirping out their midnight tune. He went round the side of the house to where his mum kept an old trailer like van. He set a bucket beside it and started to drain the fuel. He went into the barn and started doing rounds from the barn to the car, loading in 2 small canisters of gas and an average size can of fuel that was for "emergencies only", he recalled his mother's voice saying these words and smiled. He threw it in the trunk of the Mustang. He closed the boot, and went over to the bucket, which had stopped filling. He pulled the rubber tube out of the fuselage tank of the truck and threw it on the ground as the last contents of the tank spattered on the dusty ground. He opened the cap for the fuel tank on the Mustang and poured in the fuel, and then threw the bucket on the ground behind him where it rolled around for a moment before coming to a halt. He got in the drivers seat of his car, and turned the keys in the ignition. The car rumbled, and then started as Steve revved the engine to its maximum. The sound could be heard three fields away. He reversed up the drive, and quickly turned out into the road where he sped off, dust clouds rising behind his exhaust. Steve thought about what had just happened. He wasn't that surprised to be fair, he was now on his own and could do what he wanted. He only had a couple of mates back in the town, which he was now speeding away from. They wouldn't miss him. They would just come to the same conclusion as everyone else who would hear about what had happened to Steve's mum; that Steve had killed her. The police wouldn't even take two glances at the facts that she had clearly been hung. When it comes to Steve's local police, they did a shoddy job. They would find no suicide note and all her money gone and would think that they have put two and two together. Again, Steve didn't care. They wouldn't catch him, and even if they did there wasn't exactly much proof. No, Steve was on his way to a new life. He was the 'lone ranger' in his eyes; he could roam these lands in his vehicle. And if he needed anything, he could stop of at the next junction and see what it brings. Yeah, Steve was actually in good spirits considering what had happened. About 2 o'clock in the morning Steve, pulled over into the hard shoulder and pulled his 'driving hat' that he liked to wear over his eyes. He fell asleep almost instantly. Only 2 cars past him all night, and that was probably above average. He was heading into trucker territory however. He was about to reach the highway, where the truckers ran all the way from the north to the south carrying all sorts of export. Steve awoke at 5:50 am with a grunt, and pulled his hat off his head and he got out the car, slamming the door with his right hand behind him. He walked down the bank by the side of the road, and spotted a water hole just 20 meters off. The sun was rising and its red haze shone on the cool water. Steve checked that it was clean, and then had a drink and a bit of a wash. He filled his flask with water and sat by the pool for a while. He returned to his car, and set off again. He drove for a half hour and then came to the junction. He was pretty far south already, so "lets go north", he said out loud to himself. He pulled onto the highway and upped the speed even more. He stuck on a country rock group that he liked to listen to, and wound down the windows. The wind rustled his hair, and he let lose a cry of excitement. He soon found signs for San Antonio, and decided he had better pick up some things, like new clothes and accessories. Steve was soon dehydrated, but eventually he reached the turn off for San Antonio, and headed down the slip road. He drove into downtown San Antonio, and found some parking where he locked his car. The events of the day, aren't exactly essential to the reader but Steve bought 4 different rotations of clothes, and some bottles of water. He also had lunch in an outside cafe area. At around 4 pm, Steve returned to his car and loaded his items into the back seats of the car. He stuck the music back on, and sped back towards the highway. He had decided that he didn't want to do too much more driving today in this heat, so he was looking for somewhere to have a drink. He had almost given up, but right on the border of San Antonio there was a small, self run bar that went by the name of "Joe's". It was an average sized bar that had a rusted corrugated iron roof that hung over a small porch that surrounded the outhouse. Steve pulled up his car along side two truck juggernauts, and got out. He walked up to the front door and pushed it open. Upon opening the doors, he discovered a room that was fogged by cigarette smoke. There were a couple of pool tables, of which one was in use by two ageing men. There were four people sitting on stools at the bar, three with their heads down in their beers, the one on the end talking to the barman; who Steve presumed to be "Joe". He pulled up a stool to the bar, and then caught the attention of the bar tender. He ordered a half pint of beer and scanned around the room again. The pool tables were ripped, the pictures on the wall weren't hanging straight and there were two elderly men sitting round a portable radio that was broadcasting some football match in a poor reception. Steve moved his gaze around the room again, before he came upon a woman sitting at a table for two on her own. He was sure he hadn't seen her before, and he would have thought that he would have remembered her if he had. She had long flowing dark hair, that fell off her shoulders and down her back. Her dark eyes were wandering around the room, and Steve felt there was something mystical about her. Her clothes were casual, but Steve could tell she had a great figure. He wondered whether she was a prostitute, being in this bar all on her own but he was wrong. Her eyes glanced up quickly and caught Steve's; she grinned at him and.... "That's 1.20 please mate." Steve turned round to see the barman holding out his greasy hand beside a half pint that lay on the bar surface. Steve looked at him for a moment, and then came out of his daze. "Oh right sure." He pulled out the exact change and gave it to Joe who walked off and opened a till somewhere under the bar. Steve picked up his glass and took a swig, as he turned to look at the woman again. She was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Her glass wasn't even there. Steve was shocked at first, then quite amazed. 'If that was deliberate, her trick sure worked on me', he thought to himself. He pushed himself up off his stool, and took his beer over to where she was sitting. There was no sign of there ever being a human here. Dust lay on the seat and the table looked as though it hadn't been used for a decade. He sat down opposite where the woman had vanished from and started drinking his beer. He was looking down into the glass, when he heard a strange noise right in front of him. He stopped his mouthful, and lowered the glass. The dark haired woman was sitting there. "Erm. Hi. I'm Steve. Sorry, is this your table? I saw you just now and thought that..." "Shh. I'm Mandy, I know you saw me earlier." Steve was about to offer that he moved if she wanted to be alone, but Steve got interrupted by the woman; "No I don't want you to move. I know that your name is Steve Taylor and that you have just started a road trip because of your mother dying and you having no one else left in your life. Your slightly worried about where this trip is going to take you, how you are going to earn money and undecided about how boring it is going to get." She blurted out rapidly. "Well, I am here to make that journey not boring. Before you make any obvious exclamation as to what I have just told you, I think you should know that no one else in this bar can see me. I know that's hard to believe, but you are the only human that can see me at the moment. Don't blow it." Steve sat gobsmacked. His glass nearly slipped out his sweating hand, was what she was saying really true? He didn't know whether to run or stay. He muttered under his breath, "I'm not sure I believe you." "Then why are you muttering Steve. If you don't believe me then why are you sticking to my first request; to make no immediate exclamation?" She sipped her drink slowly, but didn't remove her enticing eyes from Steve's confused gaze. "So... let's say I might believe you. Just might, what are you here for? What are you going to do for me?" Inquired Steve. "As I said, I am Mandy. Basically, I am going to be traveling with you from here on in and you can't really argue with me. I have powers beyond human imagination can even start to contemplate. If I told you the full extent of what I could do, you would probably go insane with confusion. You quite finished with that beer Steve?" Steve looked down at his glass, his mouth still quite open. He was sure he hadn't drunk it all, but there was none left in the glass. He set it down on the table and said, "Yeah. Yeah I think so. Ermmm," "So shall we go?" Mandy said as she stood up from her seat. Steve followed suit, and they walked out of the bar, Mandy being followed by Steve nervously. She walked over to his car, and got in the passenger seat without even unlocking the door. Steve was confused. Was his car really that easy to get into? He dismissed it, and walked over to the driver's door, which he incidentally had to unlock to get into. He turned the keys, revved the engine and they pulled out of the driveway for the bar. He headed toward the highway junction. "Sorry for being pedantic, but I'm still not sure why your with me, Mandy is it?" Said Steve over the noise of the engine. "Yes... it's Mandy. Like I said, to make your journey interesting. I don't really have feelings that you could relate to, but I'm a good actor. I will fulfill any action that is possible by humans, and I am immortal." Steve laughed out loud heartily. "Right then," he thought he might as well test it. "Suck my dick then if you can perform any action just by me requesting it." Mandy leant over Steve, who was shocked. He didn't expect her to actually do it, but she was. She unzipped him and started sucking his dick while he was driving. It soon became intense for Steve; this was the best blowjob he had ever been given by a long way. The car swerved around on the road, "Alright, alright, Jesus. Stop." He said as he regained full control of the vehicle. "Believe me now?" Asked Mandy, combing back her hair with her fingers. "Yeah, whatever." Steve muttered. They drove in silence for a while before Steve noticed that Mandy was asleep with her head against the glass. She was really beautiful, he thought. He had sure fallen into some good luck if this girl was for real. She sucked his dick easy enough. Steve grinned at himself and then pulled over on the hard shoulder where he turned off the engine, locked the door and slept himself. The sound of birds in the sky woke him. He opened his eyes to the sun streaming in through the windscreen onto the dashboard. He looked at the clock, which read 8:10am. He was surprised he had slept in so late. He looked over at the passenger seat but saw that Mandy was nowhere to be seen. Steve woke up a bit more, and then squinted at the bonnet of the car where there was the clothes that Mandy was wearing last night laid out in the morning sun. Steve got out the car and inspected them to find that they were wet. He thought for a minute and then looked up. Mandy was staggering up the bank to his right, totally naked. "Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Its 8:10 you know, people might see you." Said Steve, admittedly checking out her absolutely perfect body. She had two attractive breasts and a fine figure. "Might see me? I don't understand you." "Er, lady you're not wearing too much clothing. Humans don't really do that too much I'm afraid." "Ah okay. Sorry, have I offended you? I was unaware. See, I went down to the lake just down there for a swim but realized that my clothes got wet when I went in. So I took them off and left them on the bonnet to dry, then went back to the lake. But I'm finished now, we can go." "No, no. Not offended me." Steve laughed. They got back in the car and drove off, before realizing that Mandy's clothes were still strewn across the bonnet. Steve stopped the car, but Mandy just closed her eyes. The car dimmed a little, and the radio that was on, fuzzed around instead of the crisp reception Steve usually got. Steve noticed the clothes on the bonnet disappear, and then when he looked back at Mandy, she was wearing a different outfit. "What the?" "I told you I had powers that you wouldn't understand. And that's not even the start of it." They drove on until evening. Steve actually let Mandy drive, and she turned out to be alright. In fact she was good. Steve guessed that she had taken her skills for a human, and taken the replica skills that the best person in that field has. So that would explain the amazing blowjob last night and the amazing figure. And the driving. The drove till evening where Mandy pulled off at a small village. Steve let her do what she wanted, he had given her some sort of respect now. He didn't really want to 'use' her beyond her liking. He would much rather a friend that his conscience was comfortable around if she really was going to be with him the whole time. Mandy pulled into a restaurant car park. "I sensed that you needed something to eat. Want to go inside?" Said Mandy, undoing her seatbelt. "Yeah sure. How about you make yourself 'visible' this time. That would clear things up a bit." "Okay. Do you want me to act as your partner?" "Yes. Why not. Lets say that we have been married for 2 years, and are on the way to stay with our friends who live in Arizona." said Steve. "Sure." She closed her eyes briefly, and Steve felt a ring materialize around his finger. He looked at Mandy and she was also now wearing a ring. "Right, shall we go then Steve?" And she leant over and kissed him deeply. You guessed it, it was amazing. Steve could feel her tongue snaking slowly around in his mouth and he loved it. She pulled back and they both got out the car and went into the restaurant. They were allocated a table and ordered their food. They talked about things for a while, the boundaries of Mandy's powers. She said that she had to seriously consider things that weren't humanly possible, but Steve was allowed to ask. Steve told her that he didn't want to take advantage of her, and they kissed lightly across the table. They got their food and ate. They paid without a desert, and then Steve exclaimed that he needed the toilet. He got up and went into the men's. After a few seconds, another man came into the toilets. "Steve. Its me." said the man. He even had to repeat himself because Steve was unsure that he was talking to him. "Mandy?" "Yeah. I decided that women weren't allowed in the men's toilets, so I changed into a man." "Okay...I think I preferred you as a woman, how's about we just take this cubical in case someone comes in..." Steve said, a bit dazzled. The pair moved into a cubical and Steve locked the door. When he turned around, Mandy was back in her original form, but wearing no clothes. "Oh God." Steve exclaimed. "You really have to get better at this human stuff." "When I was learning about humans, I found out that your favorite thing is sex. I want to know what it's like." Said Mandy. Steve wasn't really sure what to say at this and stood there for a few seconds. He thought that hey, she was the best kisser and blowjob giver so why not. She said herself that she was here to serve him, so Steve took off his pants. He walked over to Mandy and kissed her deeply, massaging her breasts. She kissed him strongly back. He held her closer to him, and slid his erect penis in between her open legs. They fucked in the toilet cubical for quite some time. Steve thought that Mandy was enjoying it, so why stop? He wasn't having a bad time himself. He held Mandy underneath her ass and she coiled her legs around him. He held her up against the wall, while he stood in the middle and came inside her. She made a slight exclamation, then Steve withdrew. "So that was sex." Steve said, pulling up his pants. "Wow. That was great. Let's do it again.." Mandy made towards Steve. "No. Not now, we need to go. And put some clothes on." No sooner had Steve said this, when Mandy's figure shimmered slightly out of focus and then she was wearing a low cut top that clung to her body like a glove. She was wearing a mini skirt. "I don't think my wife would dress like that, wear what you were wearing before thanks." She changed immediately. The exited the restaurant and started driving. Mandy fell asleep with her head against Steve's shoulder as he drove in the moonlight. Steve kept reflecting back at how amazing that sex was. He thought that maybe he was actually in love this time, but then how could he be. She wasn't exactly human. But did that really matter? Steve was a bit messed up at the moment. Things had been moving too fast recently and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He pulled over on the road and they slept again. The next day came pretty quickly with dawn breaking at 5am. Steve woke up but didn't open his eyes. He eventually opened them to let in red haze early morning light. There was something quite different. He couldn't see his nose as much as he used to be able to was the first change he noticed. Then he sat up straight, from his slouched position. He could hear some hair in each ear rustling against the cars seats. His heat beat started pounding. He raised his hands and looked at them. They were small and had red varnished nails on the end of each finger. They stretched out neatly from his thin hand. He moved up to look at his now hairless and slender arms. They didn't seem as muscular as before. He grabbed a clump of hair and pulled it in front of his face. It was a fair brown color and incredibly silky to touch. He stroked it for a while. Then looked down at his body, he was wearing a very short- sleeved top, which hugged his body. It showed two ample breasts sticking out of his chest. Steve had a sharp intake of breath, which only made his chest jump. He could feel the weight of two breasts on his chest. He moved his hands up to them and could definitely feel their weight and perfect roundness in his hands. This was too strange. His heart continued to beat. He wasn't exactly too surprised at the change as he might have been because he had spent the last few days with Mandy and had realized what she could do. He slipped his hands down onto his flat belly. He slid them down under the top of his jeans and then under a second layer of underwear. His fingers continued downwards against female pubic hair until he found a crack. He protruded his fingers in it, and it was the strangest sensation that he had ever felt. He had always been used to there being a dick there, but now there was... nothing. It just wasn't there, instead he had this slit between his legs. He could feel himself getting wet however, and he continued to finger himself. He looked over at Mandy who was still sleeping. He caressed his breast with the other hand; he couldn't help himself. He was gagging for it. The hormones had obviously over stimulated his mind. He half wanted to stop, but it felt too good and the more he did it the better it felt. He eventually stopped and felt around his body a bit more. He discovered that his ass had become quite bloated and padded. He squashed his hand into it, and could feel the pressure on his own ass. Steve couldn't quite contemplate what had happened. Why had Mandy done this? He got out of the car and walked around a bit in the evening air. His long hair hung down against his back. He looked in the rear view mirror to see the reflection of a delicious girl. She seemed to be in her early twenties and very physically fit. She had a picture perfect face with mesmerizing eyes. He brushed his hair back behind his ear just to check that the reflection responded, and it did. He got back in the car and sat for a while. Then he turned the keys, grinned to himself and revved the engine. It woke Mandy up with a bit of a jump. "Morning Steph." she grinned. "Last night while you slept, I searched out your fantasies, and it seemed that you were always curious to see what it felt like for a woman. Your possessive behavior towards women's bodies has led you to have a craving for them. And now, you can have all the body you want; your own! I hope you don't mind." "Don't mind? I love it! Let's go sister!" And they both let lose a high-pitched scream of excitement as Steph applied full pressure to the accelerator and they sped off in the early morning light. Steph soon got quite tired, as she had had a rough night the previous evening. Mandy offered to take over driving and Steph had a sleep. She had a vivid nightmare about an explosion, and about crying in the middle of the road as the rain started to fall on her back. She cried harder as the rain threw its weight down on her, soaking her clothes and long hair to her back. She looked up to the sky and then the world went black. Steph awoke in the passenger seat with a jump. She hadn't been asleep too long, but they were off the highway and on a quiet country road that was shimmering in the mid afternoon heat. "Nice sleep?" Asked Mandy, who Steph noticed she was now wearing just a bikini outfit. Steph thought that this was probably due to the heat, and she could sure see why Mandy would want to change. "Yeah, but I'm boiling." "I think we could make some adjustments don't you think?" and Mandy looked at Steph through the corner of her eye with a grin. She closed her eyes, and Steph soon felt a breeze blowing her hair across behind her head. The car roof had retracted, almost without Steph even noticing it doing so. It was now a fashionable sports convertible, and Steph could feel the breeze all across her body. She looked down and saw that her two well-sized breasts were being held up by a red bikini. Her slightly muscular stomach descended and her eyes found a matching red bikini pants section, which met at the top of her wide hips in no less than a string. Steve felt great in this body, he had never really liked himself before. He wouldn't want to stay this way permanently, but he was having the time of his life at the moment. Mandy was the best thing that had ever happened to him. They drove on, and after about 5 minutes, Steph saw a coach appear on the horizon traveling the same way as they were. Mandy pushed her foot on the pedal, and the new car had much more horsepower than the old Mustang so it sped towards the coach. "Take your bikini off, and express yourself to the people on the coach. Let's do it as a test." Said Mandy, still speeding up. Steph thought about it but wasn't really sure. "Oh come on. You don't know any of the people and they are never going to see you ever again. What have you got to lose!" Steph didn't protest, she was up for this. She unclipped her bra to let her breasts hang free. She could feel the breeze against them fully now, and soon started to get cold despite the sun's heat. Mandy pulled out to the left of the coach and sped up even more. On the coach was a school party of 40 kids who were on their way to a retreat for the weekend. Probably not the best audience for the nervous Steph, but they were soon level with the coach and Mandy equaled the speed. One kid on the coach noticed the car, and exclaimed to some other people around the coach. There were some teenage boys crowding at the window, and Steph caught some of the girls rolling their eyes. She laughed. The boys stood transfixed. Steph pretended only just to notice that people were looking at her, and knelt on the seat of the car and turned to face them. She laughed heartedly bouncing up and down on the seat lightly to make her breasts jump. Mandy pushed down on the accelerator and they over took the coach with another scream of excitement from both the girls. The boys on the coach watched as far as they could see but the car soon went out of sight. Mandy pulled up at the next village and they sat in the car for a while, which she had returned to its normal Mustang state. Steph was thinking about how he was missing being a guy really, and though it was a laugh, he was pretty sick of not having a dick between his legs. Mandy read his thoughts and closed her eyes. Steve felt as if he had goosebumps all over him, then there was a brief moment when he thought he was going to pass out before the world returned to normal. He smiled at Mindy as she swam in to view again. "You're amazing." He said softly. "I'm here to make the journey more interesting." She giggled. "Shall we stay at this bed and breakfast, 'wife'"? Steve asked, and he saw that the ring had materialized itself around his finger already. He laughed and they got out the car and walked up to the hotel, and into the reception area. "How can I help?" Said the man at the desk. "Room for two please with breakfast." And after a while after, the technicalities were finished and Steve and Mandy went up to their room laughing and flirting all the way. Their room was comfy enough, and Steve managed to get Mandy in bed again before even 10pm. They had sex 3 times before 11. She seemed to love it, and she was so good at it. They tried different positions late into the night before they relaxed on the bed, Mandy sleeping in Steve's arms. Steve woke up, but he was in Steph's body. A cold draft blew in to the room through the window. Steve got up out of bed and realized he was wearing nightclothes suitable for Steph. He walked over to the window and went to shut it. It was raining outside, hard. The raindrops bounced off the hotel's car park. He looked down at his car, and could see someone in it. He felt a bit cautious about how to react to this; someone could be stealing his car. He closed the window with a slam, and turned the bedroom light on. He saw a note on the bed and realized it must be Mandy in the old Mustang. He opened the letter that was addressed to Steve. Steve I couldn't hold the truth against you any more. I realize that this has gone way too far and I don't want to hurt you any more. About 24 years ago, I left your mother for another woman. You were due to be born in about 2 months, but I was drawn to this woman as if she was magical or something. We had fun, after a while I started forgetting my life. It turned out that she had been magical, and that she was the same sort of person that I have become now; a woman of magic. I, Mandy am really your Father. Steve's arms shook, and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He read on. When I was with the woman, she used to turn me into her sidekick woman and she taught me a lot of magic that I wouldn't have believed if I was told. It was only when she died, that I felt vulnerable. I remembered my old life, as your father and living with your mother. We had a good time. I thought that I might get in touch, and try to patch things up. But I sensed that your mother had killed herself, with my sight seeing powers. I'm still a human, but can control the world around me at ease. Your mother, I controlled her while we were together. I felt that I could be happier without her moaning, so I made her obey my every command. The night she killed herself, was when I let her have free will again. She couldn't handle the pressure of being in control of her body and hung herself. I never would have thought that it would have ended like this, and I realize you are going to hate me. I thought that I would just keep you company on your journey to nowhere, and thought I'd be best to do that as an incredibly attractive woman. And we have had fun haven't we? I just couldn't keep a lid on things, it got out of control. And so I have thought about over powering you, and have thought better. I realize it was a stupid thing to do with your mother, and I am deeply sorry. I hope you can forgive me, Dad/Mandy. The tears rolled off Steph's cheek. She was filled with rage, hate and anger. His father that he had hardly known, had been the reason that his mother had killed herself. He had been the reason that Steve had to turn to the open road, with no destination. He had been the attractive woman that he had slept with and even pretended to be his own wife?! But he was his dad! Steve screwed the letter up in a fit of rage, his hair being snaked around with a scream. Then Steph realized that Mandy, his magical dad in a woman's form, was sitting in his Mustang outside in the rain. Probably about to run away again. Steph really needed to talk to Mandy again. Steph stood up to go out of the room, and then remembered his jacket. She went over to her jacket, and pulled out a hand gun that she carried around. She loaded a clip into it, and then hid it under the strap of her night pants. She opened the room door and didn't bother shutting it. She walked rapidly along the corridor; she must have looked a state. Steph took the lift down to the reception area, where she walked past a bemused man sitting at the desk. She walked across the lobby and out the doors. The rain pelted down on her head and in a few seconds her hair clung to her head in wet clumps. Mandy was sitting in the car, should she really just up and leave Steph? Mandy looked in the wing mirror to see Steph walking towards the car at pace. She drew a handgun out the back of her pants and kept walking to the car. Mandy realized what was happening; she shifted the car into reverse and did a three point turn as Steph began to run towards the car in the pelting rain. Mandy sped the Mustang out of the car park, she had no choice now but to leave Steve in his female form to fend for herself. Mandy checked the wing mirror again as she pulled out of the car park to see Steph running, screaming at the car following it down the middle of the road. A clap of thunder rolled across the plains to reach their location. Steph took the gun and aimed it at the car that was now speeding away from her. It was mostly just in rage that she hadn't caught Mandy in time, but she fired a few shots toward the Mustang. The third and last bullet penetrated the rear of the car and as if in slow motion, hit one of the gas canisters that Steve had packed into the Mustang, when he was starting his journey. The can ignited then exploded in a flurry of flames which in turn caused the other gas canisters and fuselage to catch fire. The force of the explosion upturned the Mustang, Mandy screamed as the flames licked at her face. The car span over and landed on the roof, which crumpled causing the front shield glass to shatter over the road. The car lay there, in silence but for flames that burnt at the now ruined body work. Steph stood for what felt like a year, staring at the burning wreckage. She had just killed her Dad, and it was half intentional. She was no better than he had been when he left them 24 years ago, and no better than him when he had killed his ex wife and Steph's mother. Steph broke down to tears, and knelt in the road pressing her forehead into the rough tarmac. Her hair was strewed across her face and she cried out as the rain lashed down onto her back. She was sodden through. Steph suddenly remembered the nightmare she had had when she was in the car and Mandy was driving. It was at this point that the nightmare had come true. Some hotel staff were now coming out into the street to see what had happened, they had heard an explosion, they were sure of that. Steph took another look up at the burning car, her dad definitely dead now. She placed the gun in her mouth, and through gasps of fear and crying pulled the trigger and the world went black with out any pain or recollection of what she had just done.