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A Reward of Wishes IV By Bill Hart As I lay quietly on my bed, I was amazed at just how quickly the time had flown by. It had been nearly been two days since Tom Clark and I had fled from that potentially disastrous party and gone up to Makeout Point. But in all the time since we'd left the party, I hadn't seen or heard anything from my older sister Joanna. I hoped she and Phil Watson were getting along with each other as well as Tom and I were, not that she really had any other choice in the matter. Just before we'd left the party Tom had made an unexpected wish for Phil to "keep Joanna occupied for a couple of days." I was never sure how my wish granting power would fulfill someone's wish, but I wouldn't have been very surprised if Joanna and Phil had been doing things together that Tom and I hadn't even considered doing up at Makeout Point. Sometimes it could be a real pain in the ass being only sixteen. I'd wish I were older again, if I thought it would do any good. But why waste the energy; I knew I couldn't make any of my wishes come true. The most troubling thing about this situation was how generic a span "a couple of days" really was. I figured a "couple" had to be at least two days - that, according to the time showing on my clock radio, would be over in a little under a half hour - or a "couple" could last for several additional days beyond that. It might easily spread out to a week or even longer. There was just no way for me to tell. Besides, our mother, who had been my wife before any of this shit with John had started, was really pissed with me right now. She was really on my case about me leaving my older sister at that party with Phil Watson - someone she'd never completely trusted - and going off to Makeout Point with Tom Clark - someone else she'd never completely trusted either. Mom had never really trusted any of the boys Joanna or I had ever dated. On the other hand, I couldn't recall a time when my former wife recently transformed into my mother had ever been this uptight about anything. But in her defense, Lisa, that is Mom, had never had to deal with her two oversexed teenage daughters, who had formerly been male, before. And yet I still wondered - did Mom even remember how things were for young girls like Joanna and me? Would she still be on my case if she realized just how confusing my life had become? In spite of all Mom's worries, I was totally convinced Joanna was all right. After all, Tom's wish had only been for Phil to keep her occupied. And "occupied", just like "couple", was also a pretty generic term. Besides, I just didn't have the slightest idea where she was now. Just then, Mom entered my room. She was still pretty pissed at me; I could tell she was. She had to be; she would have never entered my room when the door was closed without knocking otherwise. "Have you heard anything from your sister yet, young lady?" "No, Mom. I haven't heard a word from her." "I just don't know what gets into you girls sometimes." Lisa crossed her arms. "I'm going to have to ground her for the rest of her life, maybe even longer." Lisa began nervously pacing around my room. "Of course when your Dad gets done with her, she probably won't be able to sit down for the next week." I didn't say a word. There was no sense in foolishly increasing the temperature of the hot water in which I already found myself. But Mom was still staring at me. "And don't you even start thinking you'll get off easy, young lady." Mom was clearly distraught about her missing daughter. I wondered if she'd be this upset if Joanna were still John. I doubted she would; mothers never worried about their sons the same way they worried about their daughters. But I just didn't know what I could do about easing Mom's worries. And then, right out of the blue, Mom simply solved her own problem. "I just wish your sister would call home to let us know that she's all right and that she's on her way home." That should just about do it, I thought, even as I shivered briefly. The phone out in the hall suddenly began ringing. "I think you might want to get that, Mom. I have this feeling it might be Joanna." "It had better be her," she snapped, as she turned and sped towards the phone, leaving my door open. I wasn't sure if she'd forgotten to close it or if she'd just wanted me to hear her conversation on the phone. As I made my way toward the door of my room, I already knew it was Joanna on the phone. Mom had just made a wish. I had tingled. The phone had rung. It was all pretty much of a done deal. But even if I hadn't already known who it was, I would have easily guessed, from the tears of relief now streaming down Mom's face, who had called. After Mom hung up the phone, she turned and saw me standing there. "That was your older sister. Thank goodness, she's all right. She told me she'd be home in about a half-hour." Mom wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. "I have to go tell your father the good news." When I went back into my room, I shot a quick look at my clock radio. Mom had said Joanna would be home in a half hour. That was just about right. By the time my older sister returned home, the time she'd been "occupied" with Phil would very easily fit into that generic "couple of days" of Tom's wish. I also guessed it would probably be at least another hour after she returned home before Mom and Dad finished with Joanna. I knew Mom was going to have an awful lot to say to her wayward daughter - a lecture I was fairly certain I'd also have to listen to later. As for Dad... well, I kind of hoped Daddy wasn't so happy to see her that he killed her. As much as Joanna probably wanted to see me, I wasn't too anxiously looking forward to seeing Joanna any time soon. Although I could always be wrong, I thought there might be a real good chance of her being just a little bit irate about what had happened to her these last couple of days. And if John's mind were still intact after what she'd very likely been through, all hell might soon break loose. *** It was a little over a half hour later that I heard the front door open. I didn't need to see who had entered; I knew it was Joanna. Although I knew Mom and Dad would be happy at seeing the return of their errant older daughter, I guessed that would only keep her safe for somewhere around fifteen to twenty seconds. After that, they'd start yelling at her like crazy people. And all that yelling and screaming was simply something I didn't want to hear at all. In their angered states, I was afraid one of them, Joanna included, would make some stupid hasty wish that the wisher didn't really mean. Something like that would only make matters worse than they already were. Besides, I knew once Mom and Dad were finished screaming and yelling at my sister, Joanna would come looking for me. *** In order to pass the time, I took down my school yearbook from the shelf on which it was sitting. I was a little curious how the events of the past two days might have affected its contents. The first picture I looked up was that of Crysti Thomas. She was certainly a pretty girl; she hadn't really changed a bit. It was no wonder my former boyfriend Frank Carson liked her as much as he did. Although I couldn't do anything about, I still felt little stirrings of jealousy when I thought about Crysti being with Frank. But then, no one other than me would have ever guessed that the pretty Crysti had been a nerdish boy named Carl Thomas a little over a month ago. When I turned to the page where I remembered John's picture had been, I found Joanna's picture there instead of his. That wasn't really all that surprising. I would have been far more surprised at finding John's picture still there, since my brother John had been transformed into my sister Joanna a little over two days ago. Beside Joanna's picture was a caption, "The girl most likely to be six months pregnant on grad night." I'd definitely have to hide my yearbook before Joanna had a chance to see that witty little remark. If she saw it, I knew my sister would go totally ballistic on me. I looked for Lydia Billings. In her picture, she looked like she'd just lost her best friend. I felt strangely uncomfortable staring at her picture. I had this peculiar feeling; I could almost swear she was accusing me of something. "Damn, it girl!" I continued staring at her picture. "It wasn't my fault that you wished your former boyfriend Bob Anderson into an identical twin of Bambi Maloney." I quickly shuffled back a couple of pages to look for Bob Anderson. But I wasn't overly surprised when I didn't find him. I was probably the only one who even remembered there had ever been a Bob Anderson. Everyone else in the school - probably in the whole world too - just thought of her now as Barbi Maloney, one of those incredibly busty Maloney twins. As I turned the pages looking for Bambi and Barbi Maloney, I had some trouble opening the page on which I thought they'd be. Oddly, the pages seemed be stuck together. Once I was finally able to separate the pages, I saw that the twins' pictures were situated in the center of the right-hand page. But I wondered if the other things I saw on those two pages were strange figments of my overactive imagination. All the boys on the same page with the Maloney twins seemed to be staring lustily at them. And the two boys at the center of the page opposite them had the goofiest looking pair of grins I'd ever seen. Kim Harris, essentially the root cause behind Bob's abrupt transformation into Barbi, still looked like a real bitch. Sometimes life could be so unfair. Why was that total pain in the ass still herself instead of someone or even something else more in line with her true nature? I'd never noticed that the pictures of the football team and the cheerleader squad were on opposite pages. How very convenient? But had those pages always been laid out this way? On the page with the football team, I quickly spotted Frank Carson, captain of the team. And then, I saw the two alternate captains, Tom Clark and Phil Watson. On the cheerleader page, Lori Jane Lawson and Wendy Mitchell were quite prominently featured. I could easily see what John and Carl had found so intriguing about the two of them before any of this had started a month ago. Wendy was clearly just as well developed as Joanna. And Lori Jane certainly wasn't all that far behind. But I was a little surprised by a few of things I saw on the cheerleader page. Crysti Thomas was a cheerleader; I didn't remember her being one before. I guess she must have become one at the same time she became Frank's girlfriend because her former boyfriend, my brother John, had turned into my sister Joanna. I was starting to get a real bad headache trying to keep everyone and everything straight. There was very obviously no real justice in the world. How else would someone like Kim Harris have become a cheerleader? She was a real bitch; everyone knew it. I doubted any of the other girls on the squad liked her very much, if at all. In addition, neither of the Maloney twins had become cheerleaders. I'd figured a couple of girls with their generous assets and abilities would have been perfectly natural cheerleaders. Of course they were also a major distraction. Given a choice between watching the game or watching the Maloney twins strut their stuff wouldn't have been much of a choice for any of the hot-blooded guys sitting up in the stands. I didn't think it would be a good idea if Joanna saw either of those pictures. As I flipped back several pages, my yearbook fell open to the page with Phil Watson's picture. He had this really stupid looking grin plastered all over his face. I'd never realized just how totally unphotogenic some of the boys at the school really were. But I very obviously couldn't be looking at his picture when Joanna came up to see me. I kind of doubted that Phil would be among my sister's favorite people, especially if my brother John had now retaken control of their mind. I turned back a few more pages to the page with Tom Clark's picture. I didn't think Joanna, or even John for that matter, would be too upset about me looking at Tom's picture. Of course, that might change if either of them found out about that wish Tom had inadvertently made. After all, it had been that wish calling for Phil to keep Joanna "occupied for a couple of days" that had got my sister into so much trouble with Mom and Dad. There was suddenly an angry knock on my door. I was really surprised Joanna had even bothered to knock. I put my yearbook, still opened to the page with Tom's picture, down on my bed. As I rose slowly to my feet, I knew I wasn't ready for this confrontation. But I also knew I couldn't keep putting it off forever. "Come on in, Joanna." *** My door slowly swung open. I wasn't surprised at seeing Joanna; I would have been a lot more surprised if it had been anyone else. But as she entered my room, I found the slinky way she moved in the skimpy mini-skirt and tight tube top she was wearing a little staggering. Although I'd have to admit she didn't look any worse off physically for all the wear and tear I figured she'd been through, her highly suggestive and overtly feminine movements made me a little concerned about the state of her mind. There was no way anyone would have guessed someone that dressed or moved as Joanna currently dressed and moved could have ever been male. And that made me wonder if John's earlier wish to protect himself from any unexpected side effects of his own wishes might not have shielded him totally from Tom's wish. And yet, that meant there might be a silver lining in all this; John was apparently far more vulnerable to the wishes made by others than those he made. Even though I knew I was being selfish, I realized there was a chance that Tom's wish had stripped John's knowledge of his real self and my wish grantor status from Joanna's mind. "Nice new moves, big sister." "Thanks. Do you really like the way I move?" asked Joanna. "It's probably just as well. I can't seem to move any differently; I've tried, you know. Believe me, I've really tried. But this," she swayed over to my mirror, "seems perfectly natural to me now." With practiced ease she brushed her hair away from the front of her face. She turned to face me and, with a typically feminine action, put her hand on her hip and glared at me. "Have you got any idea what I've been through the last couple of days, Abby?" "Having fun?" I ventured. "Having fun?" echoed Joanna, her glare remaining steady. "Besides that, little sister," she whispered, as she once again brushed a few errant strands of hair away from in front of her face. Although I had a fairly good idea what Joanna and Phil had been doing, I slowly shook my head. I knew Mom wouldn't be too happy finding out that I, her little girl, knew anything about those kinds of things. "Are you sure?" Joanna looked surprised. "I would have thought you of all people would have known." Joanna blushed. "Don't go telling Mom I told you this; I'm already in enough trouble with them. For the last couple of days, I've been repeatedly fucked by Phil Watson." "Did you like it?" I asked. "I don't really mean to be nosy, Joanna, but I've been growing increasingly curious what it's like being with a boy that way." "You mean you haven't done it yet? I'm going to have to a long talk with that boyfriend of yours," she smiled. "But whether or not I liked getting fucked is totally irrelevant, Abby. I knew I shouldn't be doing what I was doing; I knew it was wrong. I'm not supposed to get excited or enjoy getting fucked by another guy just because I happened to be a girl at the moment." Oh oh, I thought. Some thoughts belonging to John were obviously still present in Joanna's mind. I'd have to be more careful with what I said to her or I just might trigger a few more of her other male thoughts. "Over the last couple of days, I have had virtually no control over any of my actions. I know it's really hard to believe, but something else seemed to have total control of my body. For the most part, I didn't want to do anything but let Phil fuck me over and over again." Joanna seemed embarrassed, although I couldn't actually tell if it were because of her actions or because of her explanation. "And on those rare times I thought I should get up and leave, that sly hunky little bastard would start fingering my clit, quickly exciting me beyond any mere words to describe. And after that, we'd just rut like frenzied rabbits over the next few hours. "I couldn't think - I didn't really want to think - about anything else. I'd somehow become Phil's sex toy. I didn't like it one little bit; I wanted to escape. But the sex was too damn good. I just couldn't make myself leave his side. "And then, from out of the blue and right in the middle of another orgasm, I had this irresistible urge to get out of bed, call home, and tell Mom and Dad that I was coming home. Was Phil ever surprised when I got out of the bed, quickly dressed, and left him lying there naked?" "That would have been Mom's wish kicking in," I said, although I immediately regretted saying it. "Mom made a wish?" A light seemed to turn on in her eyes. "What did Mom wish for, Abby?" I didn't like the odd tone I heard in her voice. "You've got to remember you'd been missing for a couple of days; Mom was really worried about you," I replied. "She was in my room asking if I'd heard anything from you, when she wished you'd call home and tell her you'd be coming home soon. And right after that you called." "What an interesting coincidence," replied Joanna. "But it would really be nice if all I had to say was 'I wish I knew why I couldn't leave Phil earlier' so I'd know what had been controlling my actions." Oh shit, I thought, as the tingling subsided. "Damnit, Abby." Joanna stared at me. "As you were leaving the party, your damn boyfriend Tom Clark wished his friend Phil would keep me occupied for a 'couple of days'. But it seems his wish surprised you. It's a good thing I remember just how erratic those wish granting powers of yours really are." Joanna suddenly began grinning. "I wonder how this little wish will affect them. I wish that Tom Clark and Phil Watson would know for the rest of their lives just how I've felt these past couple of days." The tingling lasted for several seconds. Although I was never certain how a wish would be granted, I knew I'd be very surprised if Tom and I ever visited Makeout Point again. But once I saw the picture in my yearbook, still lying on my bed and still opened to the same page, I knew it was still possible, even though highly unlikely, for the two of us to someday return there. However, if we did return we probably wouldn't be going as a couple. We'd have to double with our boyfriends. But I really didn't think that Tracey Clark, who was a couple of years older than me and one hot- looking babe in her own right, would ever want to double date with a nobody like me. I made a mental note to check in my yearbook for a new girl with the last name Watson when I had some free time. I just didn't think this was the best time to continue looking through my yearbook. Judging how Tom had been transformed, I'd really be surprised if Phil hadn't become just as hot a babe as Tom had become. Joanna was posing in front of the mirror, when I turned my attention back to my sister. "What the hell did you do that for, Joanna?" "Those two fools had it coming." Joanna cupped one of breasts. "And you wanna know something else, Abby? I've really come to like the feel of my boobs." She sighed. "But then, not that I need to explain any of this to you, they really aren't the real me. Are they, Abby?" "You remember?" "Of course, I remember... now," smiled Joanna. "This overly hot and sexy body and these totally awesome boobs notwithstanding, I know I'm really your brother John Winthrop. And I think it's long past time I was my real self again. Don't you agree, Abby?" I swallowed nervously, but didn't say a word. I knew once John had restored himself, I was certain to be paid back in spades for that wish which had initially turned him into Joanna. "That's what I thought," grinned Joanna. "I wish I was my old self once again." Even as I continued tingling as a result of Joanna's wish, I began smiling. I wondered if Joanna had already figured out her wish wasn't quite being granted the way she'd been expecting. Joanna's breasts had begun shrinking, but they clearly weren't going to completely disappear. Her long hair was becoming shorter, but I didn't think it would anywhere near as short as John's had been before. And it was also turning a snowy white in color. When I stopped tingling, an old woman wearing a floor-length skirt and long-sleeved blouse stood where Joanna had been before. "What happened to me, girlie?" asked the old woman, who had been Joanna, her voice cracking. "This little old lady I've become isn't who I'm supposed to be at all." She just stood there and stared at her aged reflection in my mirror. "But you know I never know how any wish will be granted, Grandma," I told the older woman I now knew as my father's mother, even though I also remembered she'd been my sister Joanna as well as my brother John before her latest wish. "I can't stay this way. It's not right." Grandma yawned again. "You got to do something, Abby!" "What do you want me to do about it?" "I forgot, you can't do much of anything," replied Grandma. "You youngsters nowadays expect everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. It sure wasn't that way when I was your age I'll have you know, young lady. I imagine you expect me to get my own self out of this little pickle. Don't you, girlie?" "Of course I do, Grandma," I replied. It didn't seem possible, but Grandma Winthrop had become a bigger pain in the ass than John had ever been. "It was your wish that did this to you. Don't you even remember making your wish, Grandma?" Grandma stared at me. "That's right, you're one of them weird wish grantor people. I almost forgot all about that. I'm sure you know that my memory is not nearly as good as it used to be, girlie." Grandma frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Are you ready to grant me another wish, Abby?" But she didn't really wait for me to give her answer. "I wish I was the way I was before I made my last wish." Once again, I began tingling all over. As I watched, the changes that had turned my sister Joanna into my Grandmother began running in reverse. Her shorter snowy white hair darkened and lengthened. Her smaller breasts expanded. And she was once more dressed in the skimpy mini-skirt and tight tube top she'd been wearing when she'd first entered my room. Joanna seemed a little confused as she looked around my room. And I also felt a little tired, once the tingling had finally ceased. Even though that had never happened before, I began wondering if granting all these wishes so closely together might be taking some unknown toll on me. I'd granted three major wishes in the time since Joanna had entered my room and Mom's earlier wish made four granted in about two hours. "Welcome back, Joanna," I smiled. "What the hell just happened, Abby?" asked the restored Joanna. "Why did my last wish turn me into our Grandma Winthrop?" "How should I know? You know as well as I do that I have no control over how this power of mine grants wishes." "I know that, Abby!" snapped Joanna. "I'm not a feeble minded old woman, you know." At least not anymore, I thought. "I think we should wait until tomorrow before trying any more wishes, Joanna. I'm not feeling very good right now." "Nice try, little sister. But I'm not staying in this hot oversexed female body any longer than I have to." Joanna thought for a moment. "I want to get this right this time, then you can rest all you want." Joanna smiled at me. "I wish I were a boy again." As I began tingling again, I thought about how selfish Joanna was being. I must be feeling tired for a reason; I just didn't know what that reason might possibly be. But when I looked over at Joanna, I knew she wasn't going to be overly pleased with the way this new wish of hers was being granted. Her breasts began shrinking again. But this time, her chest quickly flattened and took on a decidedly more masculine shape. However, instead of gaining height as she had doubtlessly been expecting, she had begun shrinking. Within a few minutes, an apparently eight or possibly even nine-year-old boy was standing where Joanna had stood. "Hi Johnny," I said to my little brother once the tingling subsided. I felt faint and stumbled towards my bed. "At least, you're a boy again," I mumbled. "But I'm too little; this won't do at all, Abby. I need to make another wish." But just then, our mother entered my room. I was glad she hadn't felt any need to knock this time. "There you are, Johnny Winthrop," said Lisa in a disapproving motherly tone. "Didn't I tell you to leave your older sister alone? She's not feeling very good right now." "But Mom..." "Don't you 'But Mom' me, young man. I told you not to bother your sister; I don't want to tell you again. Now go to your room." "But Mom..." Lisa stared at Johnny. "Don't keep arguing with me, young man. Go to your room and stay there until I tell you that you can leave." Lisa's glare intensified when Johnny didn't move. "If I have to get your father, you won't sit down for the next month." "Yes, Mom," replied Johnny dejectedly, as he turned and left my room. Clearly, my little brother had decided he'd better do what Mom had told him to do. "You'd better get some sleep, Abby." I could only nod. "I'll make sure your little brother doesn't come bothering you again tonight." "Thanks, Mom," I whispered, as she tucked me into bed. I was really tired now. And it wasn't too long before I drifted off to sleep. *** I must have slept fairly soundly because I had simply no idea how much time had passed since Mom had sent my annoying little brother to his room and then tucked me into bed. It was still dark outside and my clock radio was flashing midnight. But I also felt strangely energetic. Whatever must have been drained from me in granting all those wishes had now apparently been fully recharged. But even as good as I now felt, I wondered if I'd have a little more staying power now that I'd been extended past some unknown boundary for the first time. However I wouldn't know one way or the other until I was extended this way again. But I sure wasn't in any great hurry to find out. I flipped on the light. I hoped no one, particularly annoying little Johnny, would notice I was awake. Frankly, I didn't want anyone hanging around me constantly making wishes. Surprisingly my yearbook was still on my bed. Obviously I hadn't tossed and turned while I'd been asleep. But it was closed, even though I didn't remember closing it. I wondered if Mom might have closed it after I'd fallen asleep. But, if she had, I just couldn't imagine her leaving it in bed with me. But there were some things in my yearbook I wanted to look up. As I turned to the page where Phil Watson's picture had been the last time I'd looked, I wasn't surprised his picture was missing. Given that Joanna's wish had clearly intended for Tom and Phil to join the ranks of buxomy girls, I'd been expecting to find a picture of his altered female self. But there were simply no girls in my yearbook with the surname of Watson. I thought that was a little odd. Phil had completely vanished from my yearbook. And the girl I'd expected he should have become hadn't replaced him. Thinking I might find some clue about whoever Phil might have become, I turned to the page highlighting the football team. Just as I'd been expecting, Phil was no longer a member of the team. But I didn't recognize the two new co-captains of the team, Harry Kimball and Mitch Wendella. Although they both looked sort of familiar, I just couldn't remember where I might have seen either of them before. Then I noticed that Tracey Clark, formerly Tom Clark and a co-captain of the football team, was now a cheerleader. That didn't overly surprise me. The picture I'd first seen of Tracey had shown me Tom had become a very attractive girl. I just hadn't realized that she was so well developed. But then, I really should have known. If she were going to be experiencing whatever Joanna had done with Phil for the rest of her life, she'd just about have to become a buxomy flirt. And simply being a cheerleader offered Tracey several more chances of meeting intriguing guys with whom she'd want to become more intimately involved. And yet, those same things must also be true for Phil. I looked over the cheerleaders' picture a little more closely. Standing beside the new Tracey was another overly developed girl that I was certain hadn't been in the picture before. Her name, according to the caption under the picture, was Wanda Phillips. And as I looked more closely at the busty blonde, I realized that I'd actually found the former Phil Watson. But something besides Tracey and Wanda now being cheerleaders was wrong with this picture. Several minutes passed before I realized someone was missing from the picture. And it took the passage of several more minutes before I figured out just who was missing. I'd never really understood how that bitchy Kim Harris could have ever become a cheerleader. But that was now totally irrelevant - Kim was clearly no longer in this picture. But Kim wasn't the only cheerleader missing; Wendy Mitchell was also no where to be seen. What could have happened to Kim and Wendy? Why weren't they still cheerleaders just as they'd been? No one had made any wishes that should have removed Kim and Wendy from the squad. The only other possibility I could think of was it being another unexpected side effect of Joanna's wish that had transformed Tom and Phil into Tracey and Wanda. Was it possible that Kim and Wendy simply couldn't remain cheerleaders after Tracey and Wanda became members of the squad? I looked for other pictures of Kim and Wendy in my yearbook; there were none. And neither of them was listed in the index. What the hell had happened to them? For some unknown reason, I turned back to the page with the football team. Now that I knew Kim and Wendy were missing, it dawned on me where I'd seen those two new co-captains before. Last night, just like Phil and Tom, they'd been on the page facing the one on which they now appeared. Obviously, Joanna's wish had not just resulted in the two former football players becoming busty girls and cheerleaders. For some weird reason, the two football players had exchanged genders and lifestyles with the two former cheerleaders. But, as was normally the case with my wish granting power, I had no idea why things ever happened in the strange ways they often did. I really doubted I'd ever know why wishes were granted the way they were. After an unexpected yawn, I decided I couldn't worry about the why's and wherefore's of how my wish granting power worked. Even if I were to guess correctly, I'd never really know whether or not I was right. After closing my yearbook and setting it down on the floor, I slid back under the covers and fell asleep again. *** It was light outside when I woke again, but my clock radio was still flashing midnight so I had no idea what time it really was. I felt really good; I felt like I could take on the world. Provided of course, my little brother Johnny could be excluded. I didn't think he'd been very happy when Mom had sent him - currently only a pain in the ass nine-year-old boy - off to bed. But he'd brought it all on himself. When I'd told him I was tired and needed to rest, Johnny should have listened. After I got dressed, I crept silently - at least I hoped I was being quiet - towards the kitchen. As I passed the living room, I noticed Johnny was thoroughly engrossed in watching the morning cartoons on the television. It was really too bad Johnny couldn't stay just the way he was at this moment in time. He was actually kind of cute as a nine-year-old boy. But I doubted he'd even consider remaining the way he was. And I wasn't too sure I could find someone who'd wish him into remaining as he currently was. Even though I'd tried to be quiet, I must have made some noise. Johnny turned from the television and stared right at me. "How are you feeling this morning, Abby?" "All right, I guess." I didn't want to get his hopes up. And I really didn't want him to start making any wishes again. "I do feel a little better than I felt last night." "I'm glad to hear that," replied Johnny. "Mom wasn't too happy about me pestering you last night. She thought you were sick." "I think all the wishes last night might have over-extended me. I was glad Mom came in when she did; I don't know what granting another wish last night might have done to me." "But that was last night, Abby," said Johnny with a smile. "This is another day. I wish I was no longer a little boy." Strangely, I felt no tingle, even while watching Johnny change. He began growing taller, but that was to be expected - John had been several inches taller than Johnny's current height. What I hadn't been expecting - I doubted Johnny had expected it either - was his growth spurt abruptly ending shortly after he reached my current height. But he definitely wasn't finished changing. His waist pulled in several inches; he was now thinner than Joanna had been. His butt cheeks swelled larger. And his hair grew out long and full and... very, very blonde. And on his chest, two little nubs then appeared under his shirt and quickly began swelling. Once this newest transformation was complete, I couldn't keep from smiling. Jonna - Johnny had become my super busty Aunt Jonna the exotic dancer this time - had done it to herself again. Apparently feeling very confused, Jonna looked around the living room. She cradled one of her newly swollen breasts in amazement. But I couldn't really blame her for being astonished; I was simply flabbergasted myself. Her generous new endowments made her former self, my busty sister Joanna, seem more like an adolescent boy. Of course that plunging to the navel neckline of her nearly non-existent top only served to highlight her large twin peaks that much more. "What happened this time, Abby?" asked Jonna in an airy voice laden with sexual overtones. "It must have been something in your wish Aunt Jonna." I stared at my Aunt. Was she ever one hot and sexy babe? That thought was kind of surprising. Although I wasn't exactly sure where it might be hidden, clearly I had a little male left in me. How else could I explain the dampening of my pussy at the sight of my superbusty Aunt? "I know that, silly girl," replied Jonna. "But why did I change into this?" She absently caressed one of her breasts. "Why not? This almost seems too obvious, even to me," I replied. "You wished you were no longer a little boy." "So what? I wanted to be a man again, not Super-Boobs." "Just think about it, Jonna. What you wished for fits what you've become perfectly," I tried to explain. "You're no longer a 'boy'. And you sure as hell can't be thought 'little' anymore." "Oh shit!" grumbled Jonna. "I'll bet that's also why I'm feeling even hotter and hornier now than I ever felt while I was Joanna." Jonna lightly ran her hands across her large breasts. "Damn, it's so hard to fight these feelings and urges. I could really use a man right about now. You know, I could almost wi..." A look of stunned shock crossed Jonna's face. "Holy fucking shit! What the hell was I just thinking?" "Are you all right, Aunt Jonna?" "I don't know. I almost wi... er, used that nasty four-letter word, which would have undoubtedly brought some man swiftly to our door. It very likely would have eventually wound up with me flat on my back with my legs spread-eagled somewhere." Jonna shook her head. "As enjoyable as I might have found it, I sure as hell don't want to go through all that shit again." I could sort of understand her point. Even though she remembered being John and I had wish granting powers, a little casual, or even not so casual, sex might be all Jonna needed to push John into a dark dusty corner of her mind and simply remain Jonna forever. But I could actually live with that. However I was also fairly certain Jonna wasn't going to be around much longer. "I wish I were the way I was before I made my last wish." At least I'd been right. But for the second wish in a row, I felt no tingling associated with the granting of a wish. I wondered if that might have resulted from over-extending myself last night. The last thing I really needed was a stronger wish granting power. And in far less time than it had taken my little brother Johnny to transform into buxomy Aunt Jonna, an unhappy little Johnny had been restored. "This is getting pretty damn ridiculous, Abby." "And just whose fault is that?" "I think your wish granting power has it in for me," snapped Johnny. "I don't really care if you do or don't have any control over how wishes are granted, you can't tell me it made any sense to change me into a woman with breasts the size of flotation devices that could have saved everyone on the Titanic." "Just calm down, Johnny." "I don't want to fucking calm down, Abby. I want to be myself again. Damn it all to hell anyway, Abby. I wish I wasn't just a little kid anymore," snarled Johnny. But as soon as he realized what he'd just said, he clamped a hand over his mouth. But it was already too late. He'd made his wish. He was going to have live with its consequences. And I certainly didn't think Johnny was going to be a happy camper once he finished his latest transformation. As I watched, Johnny's ears lengthened slightly and became covered in what looked like some kind of downy fur. His nose began extending outwards from his face. His arms had quickly lengthened; they didn't really look much shorter than his legs. And after his clothes seemed to melt away, I thought the downy white fur that had begun covering his entire body looked really strange on a boy Johnny's age. As Johnny's new coat of soft fur began thickening, it also became longer and increasingly coarser. And shortly after his hands and feet had finished their odd transformations into hooves, an unsteady on two legs Johnny fell to all fours. "Meh! Meh!" bleated the angry goat, who had formerly been my little brother, not to mention several other relatives. I couldn't help but smile. "It seems you put your foot in your mouth real good this time. You definitely aren't a 'little kid' anymore." Although I didn't think they could do that, the goat in front of me glared menacingly in my direction. Surely John knew he was in deep goat shit now. It no longer made any difference whether or not my former brother knew who he was or remembered about my wish granting powers. John had become a goat; goats couldn't talk. He was now stuck the way he was and he knew it. Without thinking - not too unusual an occurrence for my brother - John had wished himself into a goat. And only John and I knew that my new pet had ever been anything other than a goat. There just wasn't anybody left that could wish him back into his former male self. After all, I couldn't grant myself a wish - even if I could have, I might have chosen to leave him this way - and John was a goat. I'm sure he would have made the wish in an instant except for one small problem - goats were incapable of speech. After taking a good look at my new pet, I wondered if Johnny had been right all along about my wish granting power being out to get him. At the moment, he still knew about my power, but he couldn't use it. Now that he was a goat, Johnny had been thoroughly neutralized as a continuing threat. But it wasn't just Johnny becoming a goat that made me consider that this faery granted power of mine might have its own ulterior motives in dealing with him. I just knew that my former brother, sister, aunt, and grandmother would be sorely pissed the very first time I called her Jenny. *** Jenny seemed incensed at her current predicament. It seemed rather odd to me that my new pet goat Jenny, who had been my little brother, was still running around loose inside the house. Who in their right mind would ever consider a goat to be a house pet? She kept staring at me as if it was somehow all my fault that she was now a goat and no longer my brother or one of several other assorted relatives. "Just what do you expect me to do about this?" I asked her. "It was your wish that turned you into a goat, you know." I still didn't think it was a good idea to tell Jenny she was now a nanny and not a billy. "Meh, meh," she bleated angrily, as she began pacing back and forth on the living room floor. I was glad that room hadn't been carpeted; those hooves would have torn any carpet to shreds. She stopped for just a moment to chew absently on one of the pillows. "Stop that!" I shouted. "Or maybe you'd like to be put outside for a while." Jenny stared at me as I turned away. Had she still been human, I would have sworn she was beginning to pout. "That's no way to talk to your pet, dear," said my mother's husband, who was only my father because of one of John's earlier wishes. "You're so right, dear," agreed Lisa, my mother and former wife. "The last thing we need right now is a thoroughly traumatized goat running around the house. She might shit on the carpet." I wondered when Mom and Dad had entered the room. I hadn't seen them come in, but I hoped they hadn't seen me talking to Jenny about that wish. "You're right, Dad." But how could I hope to tell Mom it was a little too late to be worried about traumatizing poor Jenny. I didn't think it was possible that my former wife's former stepson now self-transformed into nanny goat could possibly get much more traumatized than she already was. Unless, of course, one of us let it slip that she was really a nanny instead of a billy. That would probably make her shit bricks for quite a long while. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, Abby," said Lisa. "But you must see to the needs of your pet first." "Yes, Mom," I replied. As I watched Mom kiss Dad, I really wanted to gag. You'd think that after over a month of being the daughter of my former wife that I might have gotten used to seeing her kiss Howard Winthrop - that lecherous little prick who'd fathered John that I generally referred to as Dad - like that. But I hadn't - not by a long ways. Once they finally separated, they headed for kitchen. At least they weren't returning to the bedroom again. Jenny rubbed against my leg. "Baa." I'd almost swear she was laughing at me. "And just how would you like being an Angora sweater?" I snapped. Although Jenny looked startled, she let loose with another raucous bleat. She'd obviously realized that I could make all the threats I wanted, but I couldn't really do a damn thing to her. "Are you hungry?" Jenny nodded. "Then follow me." I was kind of surprised. Although I didn't really know where I was taking Jenny, I seemed to know right where I was going. I took her to the shed outside, where I found the bags I knew would be there even though I'd never seen any of them before. The bags contained a one to three mix of corn to alfalfa, which, even though I knew nothing about raising or caring for a goat, seemed a little odd to me. But if that was the mix Jenny ate, who was I to complain? Certainly, Jenny didn't seem to mind that particular mix. As soon as I'd filled the trough with the mixture, Jenny began gulping it down greedily. "Enjoy yourself," I laughed. "Just don't make a pig of yourself." But if she heard me, she just ignored me. Leaving Jenny to her meal, I went back inside and headed for kitchen. Mom and Dad were still at it. Didn't they ever get tired or take a break? "How did Jenny take to the new mix?" asked Howard. "New mix?" I asked. I wondered how I'd known it was different. "The three to one mix of alfalfa and corn, of course," replied Howard. "Don't you remember? We decided it would be better to start her on the new feed mixture before taking her out to the stud farm to be bred." I was totally stunned by that bit of news. I didn't think Jenny would be all that thrilled about being bred or becoming pregnant. Of course, I kind of doubted Jenny would be overly happy finding herself being mounted by some really big stud of a billy goat. "That was what we agreed on, honey. Don't you remember?" said Lisa. "You know, that's just what's best for Jenny right now." "I know that, Mom," I smiled as I sat down to eat. But it was still going to be interesting watching Jenny's reaction to my parents' news of her being sent off to a stud farm to be impregnated. *** Having finished my breakfast, I went outside to check on Jenny. She seemed very nervous and was pacing back and forth on the patio. Although that might have been considered odd behavior for a normal goat, I thought it probably wouldn't be all that odd for a female goat that earlier in the day had been my little brother. Although it seemed a little odd, Jenny appeared glad to see me. But it also appeared that Jenny wanted to come back inside the house. Just what was wrong with her anyway? As dumb as I'd always considered my brother John, surely his latest incarnation knew that a pet goat's place wasn't inside the house. Having left Jenny outside, I was surprised to see Mom standing in the living room alone. She'd been watching Jenny and me. "Aren't you going to let Jenny come back inside the house, dear?" asked Lisa. "You know how much she hates being left outside." I stared at Mom, who apparently considered Jenny more of a house goat than just another goat. How much weirder could a wish be granted? I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. "I suppose." As I opened the door, Jenny strolled inside as if she owned the place. I found it a little disquieting that being changed into a goat hadn't affected John's superiority complex in the slightest. But at least, nothing else had significantly changed yet. But I began thinking that a little bout of pregnancy might have profound and lasting effects on this goat doe that had previously been both my younger and older brother. But if having a goat in the house wasn't going to faze Mom, it sure as hell wasn't going to bother me either. Mom went over and scratched Jenny's chin. "You're just so cute. And I'm sure you know it." I wondered what was wrong with Mom today; she'd never acted so strangely when she was my wife. It just had to be some weird side effect of Johnny's wish not to be a kid any more. I don't know which of them was feeling better as Mom continued scratching Jenny's chin. And then Mom inexplicably looked Jenny right in the eye. "You know, there are times I wish you could talk." The words were barely out of Mom's mouth, when Jenny turned towards me and grinned. At least, I thought it was a grin. Who could really be sure what exactly was a grin with a goat? It might have been nothing more than a case of gas or indigestion brought on by her new feed mixture. Once Mom left the room, Jenny turned to me. "I'll bet you weren't expecting to have any conversations with me so soon, Abby." She cleared her throat. "I thought you would have spoken up sooner. Since Mom made the wish, she probably wouldn't have been surprised hearing you speak." Jenny cleared her throat again. "I didn't want her saying something she shouldn't. I'm sure you understand, Abby." She cleared her throat once more. "What the hell is wrong with my voice?" Although I thought the cause of her newly returned soprano voice should be perfectly obvious, even to Jenny, my former brother the nanny goat was clearly in total denial. "Are you really sure you want to know what it is?" I asked. "They didn't do that! They couldn't have done that to me!" she exclaimed. Even for a goat, Jenny seemed overly overwrought and very panicked. "Please don't tell me that our parents had me fixed." Jenny sounded as if she were on the verge of hysterical tears. "That's not it. You haven't been fixed," I told Jenny. "As far as I know you're still fully functional with regard to your sexual reproductive system." Jenny sighed with relief. "In fact, Mom and Dad and I were just talking about this very subject at the breakfast table this morning. They've made plans to take you someplace where these new needs of yours can be fully addressed." "It's probably a stud farm." Jenny seemed so full of herself. "That would be the perfect place for me to go, Abby. Being put out to stud might make remaining a goat for a few additional days a little more interesting." As I stared at Jenny, I thought, what a fucking asshole she was. As much as I hated the idea of bursting Jenny's bubble, I knew someone - probably me - would have to try explaining a few of the more highly relevant aspects of her role in all of this. Arriving at the breeding farm probably wouldn't bother her, but she'd probably pass out from the shock once she found herself being mounted by some big studly goat buck. "But none of that explains this whiny voice of mine. It still seems far too high-pitched to me." Jenny cleared her throat again. "This just makes no sense at all, Abby. You'd think my voice would be a little more reflective of my current studly hircine state." "Actually, it is very reflective of who you are," I replied quietly. "But it's far too high for what I'd consider normal for a manly billy goat such as myself." Oh brother, I thought. Where was that load of bricks when I needed it? "I suppose your voice might be a little high for a buck. But how many goats have you ever heard speak. However, even though you haven't got around to asking me yet, I think you should be told that your current name is Jenny." "Jenny?" She seemed puzzled. "Isn't Jenny kind of a stupid name for a billy goat?" Clearly, I needed a few more bricks. "That's right. Your name is Jenny. You're not a billy goat; you're a nanny. And once you reach that stud farm where Mom and Dad are sending you, then you're going to be in for one great big helluva surprise." "Liar!" snapped Jenny furiously. "This is my body - even if I am a goat at the moment - and I certainly think I'd know if I was some girly doe instead of a manly buck." "Oh, really," I smiled. "Would you be willing to place a small bet?" "What kind of bet?" "Something very simple, Jenny. When I win - and I will - you get to pull another wish out of my shoebox and read it." Jenny stared at me for a moment. "I don't think so, Abby. If you think I want to go through all that shit your last shoebox wish put me through, you're crazy." "Then I take it, by your refusal to bet, that you accept that you're a nanny goat?" "I suppose so," replied Jenny disconsolately. "However," she started with an odd gleam in her eyes, "but I think I've just figured out what I've been doing wrong all this time. I wish I were John Winthrop again, just as I was before I read that wish from Abby's shoebox." As I watched, Jenny's hind legs extended and her fore legs shortened. Her hooves split, as they slowly became feet and hands, even as the continuing change in the orientation of her hips forced her into a standing position. It appeared that John had finally accomplished his goal of returning to the form he considered normal as I watched Jenny's udder shrink significantly before shifting towards John's emerging crotch and changing into what I assumed was a scrotum and a functional penis. That strange transformation sort of left me feeling queasy in the pit of my stomach. Jenny's new male body soon began filling out. And within just a few more seconds, her latest wish granted change had finished. My older brother John stood before me, as himself, for the first time in the past several days. As John ran his hands across his reclaimed male body, he smiled broadly. "I did it!" he shouted. "I really did it! I'm back!" He looked over at me with a broad grin. "It's about fucking time!" "Welcome back, John," I smiled weakly, although I doubted he believed I meant it. "Somehow, I doubt your sincerity, Abby." "What do you mean?" I asked coyly. I might have only been a girl for a little over a month, but John was still a boy and that meant I could probably work him with my feminine charms. "That's just so mean of you, John." My eyes filled with crocodile tears. "Is that any way for you to think of your beloved little sister?" "Probably not," replied John with a smile that made me nervous. "It's just that having you and your weird wish granting powers around all the time hasn't been nearly as much fun as I'd first thought it would be. Lately, it seems you've become more and more hazardous to my continued existence. Nothing of what I've gone through has been any fun." "There's not much I can do about that, John." "I know that, Abby." "You could turn me back into Jeff Williams and send me and my wife home again," I suggested hopefully. "You'd still know about my wish granting powers. You'd also have plenty of time to figure out the best way to word your wishes before coming over to me to have them granted." "I suppose I could do it that way," mused John. "But you've given me another interesting idea I'd like to take a shot at first. It should allow me enough time to word my wishes correctly and it won't take Dad's new wife away from him." "What?" I gasped. "It's really simple, Abby," smiled John, "although soon you will no longer be my sister Abigail." John looked me squarely in the eye. "I wish that the essence of your being that makes you totally unique unto yourself be swapped with the essence that makes my girlfriend Crysti Thomas unique unto herself with both of you assuming the life of the other." I stared at John in disbelief. I might have started hollering at him, but before I could open my mouth, I seemed to enter a strangely lit misty area before conscious awareness of my surroundings dissipated into that mist. *** When a limited awareness of my surroundings finally returned, I had no real idea where I was or even how much time might have passed since John had made his last wish. But wherever I was now, this was most definitely one really strange place. I tried looking around, but I couldn't see much because of the thick foggy mist surrounding me. But should I, an apparently disembodied essence, even see anything at all? I had no eyes, yet somehow I saw the fog. On the other hand, without a pair of ears with which to hear, I knew I shouldn't be hearing all those babies crying off to my left or all that moaning and groaning coming from my right. And yet, the fog didn't feel damp in any way. Nor was the temperature of this place in any way uncomfortable. But without a body, what could I possibly feel? Could I feel damp? Could I be in any way uncomfortable? As I continued my seemingly aimless wandering through the thick mist, I was unaware of exactly where or in what direction I was drifting. All I really knew was my essence - my soul, if you prefer something more metaphysical - was being transmigrated from my body to the body of Crysti Thomas, just as hers was being relocated into mine. For just a brief moment, I sensed another presence beside me. But that other presence was very fleeting. Its arrival had been swift. And it had vanished even quicker. I wondered if that unidentifiable presence might have actually been Crysti passing by me on her way to inhabit my body. But I knew that was something I'd probably never know. Strangely, I began to feel myself being pulled in a slightly different direction than I had been drifting. After a moment of thought, I realized I'd probably been pulled towards Crysti's body from the moment I'd first arrived in this peculiar mist. I'd just never noticed it before. However, now that Crysti and I had passed one another and I was obviously better than half way to my soul's new enclosure, the tugging on me had become noticeable. Not only was it noticeable, it was also growing stronger. Oddly, I could feel myself becoming increasingly excited. There was no real reason for it. And if I'd had lungs, I knew I'd be breathing heavily. Was it possible that my essence was now reaching out and beginning to connect itself to Crysti's body? But if that were actually the case, what could Crysti's body, wherever it was, be capable of doing that could cause what I was feeling while our souls were still in this odd state of transition. Abruptly, the pulling sensation I was experiencing increased at least a hundredfold. And then, the pull was entirely gone. Within less than a heartbeat, I knew my essence was once again fully encased inside human flesh. But my new body was extremely aroused. And my breathing, just as I'd somehow sensed it before, was rapid and heavy. My hips were rhythmically thrusting up and down. I couldn't - not that I really wanted to - stop what I was doing. And at the same time, I didn't want to believe those peculiar, but quite invigorating, sensations coming from my crotch. There was something going on down there I didn't understand. There just seemed to be something down there pulsing back and forth inside me. I kept my eyes closed tightly. But after finally figuring out what was going on, I couldn't believe that I was actually having sex. And my fully aroused new body was apparently enjoying every moment of it. But I was a virgin. Well actually, that wasn't true. The sixteen-year-old Abby Winthrop that I'd been before John's wish had been a virgin. Very clearly Crysti, the new girl I'd just become, wasn't one and hadn't been one for quite a while. And I sure as hell hadn't known what I'd been missing. Having sex this way felt even better than doing it with my wife Lisa back when I'd still been Jeff Williams and male. But I was wondering with whom I was doing it. Whoever he was, he seemed awfully light. I just hoped it wasn't John. Even though I was supposedly his girlfriend now instead of his little sister, I just couldn't shake the horrible feeling that being with John in this manner would be almost like committing incest. With increasing curiosity about my lover, I slowly opened my eyes. I was stunned. As I'd been expecting, I was on my bed and feeling all hot, bothered, and sweaty. But I was inexplicably alone; there was no one else sharing my bed with me at all. And then, I saw that impossibly huge dildo in my hand. It was just dripping bodily fluids - obviously mine - all over my sheet. Of all the incredibly stupid dumb luck, John's wish had swapped me into Crysti's body at a time when she'd been masturbating. Quite obviously, masturbation didn't require the presence of a soul, since this body had clearly continued on in autopilot. But if sex in my new body was so pleasurable and felt that wonderful using just this dildo, I couldn't wait to find out what sex was like with a real live man. I just hoped than man wouldn't be John. What the hell am I thinking? I didn't want to have sex with any man. But I was only fooling myself; I knew it too. Of course, I wanted sex; I craved it. And I knew the reason why. It was that damn wish of John's again; he'd initially wished Crysti into becoming his hot sexy girlfriend and then stuck me into her life. The dull old sixteen-year-old Abby I'd been might have flirted endlessly with the boys and enjoyed all those trips up to Makeout Point with any boy willing to take her there, but I was definitely no longer that old Abby anymore. At that moment, I realized I was no longer Abigail Louise Winthrop. However, even though I knew this had been Crysti's body before John's last wish, I couldn't really think of myself as Crysti Thomas either. All at the same time, I was kind of both and sort of neither. Even for me, it was a little confusing. I still thought of myself as Abby, which was still short for Abigail. Only now, I more or less considered myself Abigail Loretta Thomas. And I also realized that John was going to be in for one hell of a big surprise when Crysti finally woke up in her new body. *** Crysti yawned as her eyes fluttered open. "Are you all right, Abby?" She stared at her new brother somewhat dumbfounded. "Why did you call me Abby just now, John?" It was now John's turn to look confused. "Why shouldn't I call you Abby? It's your name." "It is not." "It is too." Crysti looked at her brother. "What the hell is wrong with you this time, John?" she asked with some concern. "You know if you've been doing drugs, Mom and Dad are going to kill you." "I don't do drugs," snapped John. "And you damn well know it." "I thought I did, but now I'm not too sure." Crysti slowly shook her head. "However, if you can't, for whatever weird reason, tell me apart from your overly developed, superbusty girlfriend Abby Thomas, then there's definitely something wrong with you." "My girlfriend's name is Abby Thomas?" Once again, Crysti stared at her older brother. "Are you sure you're all right, John? Even for you, you're acting so much weirder than normal. I'm starting to get worried about you." "I just fine," John replied, scratching his head. "I'm just a little confused about a few things right now." "I knew it," she replied with a knowing grin. "It's not that at all. And you know that too." John looked his sister over carefully. She didn't look any different, but she definitely wasn't acting the way he thought she should. "Would you mind coming over here and looking at yourself in the mirror?" "Sure. Why not?" Crysti walked over to the mirror and took a long look at her reflection. "So? Just what am I supposed to see, John?" When she'd looked at herself, nothing about her appeared any different from the last time she'd looked in a mirror. Her eyes and hair were still the same brown they'd always been. Her breasts weren't any bigger than they'd been, which didn't really bother her because most of the girls were already jealous of her build. And she was still the same sixteen-year-old girl she'd been since her last birthday. "Tell me who you see in the mirror." "I see me, silly boy." Crysti gave her brother a worried look. "Who else would I see in the mirror?" "I know it's you. But I want you to tell me your name." Crysti shook her head again. "You're beginning to really freak me out here, John. You know my name as well as you know your own." "Just humor me, little sister." "You're one freaked out space case, you know. But if I don't answer your question and tell you something you already know, I can just see you running off to Mom with some really lame story - although what you're doing is pretty lame all by itself - about me being mean to you." Crysti casually brushed the strands of her brown hair away from the front of her face. "Okay, John, I'll play your stupid little game for now. But listen closely, I don't want to have to repeat myself needlessly." Crysti looked John straight in the eye. "I am your younger sister," she said slow and deliberately. "My name is Crysti Annette Winthrop. Did you understand all of that, John? Or do I need to speak slower and louder for you?" "You're my sister Crysti," repeated John. "And my girlfriend is Abby Thomas." "I think you've finally got it, big brother," smiled Crysti. "But now, if you don't mind, I'm expecting a phone call from Frank Carson. He's supposed to let me know what time he's coming over to pick me up for our date tonight." "You have a date with Frank Carson?" Crysti stared at her brother again. "Did someone hit you on your soft head with a brick again? Or have you just lost what little was left of your tenuous grip on reality?" She walked towards the door, then turned back as she reached it. "You know that Fra