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Another episode in the Random Victories Universe. See Legend Of Hair House, You're Gonna Carry that Weight and Mid Mountain File for background and character introduction, or just try to figure it out. Random Victories: Angels of Mercy Chapter 1: Standard Dungeon Scene Miss M was starting to get furious. She had been held in this essence blocked cell for a week now. The Realities pirates obviously did not know what to do with her and were afraid to let her go. She had been tending to her two young companions who had been terribly abused by her captors. They had left her alone, just taken her clothing. She had not lacked for food and the place was at least comfortably furnished, but she could not get out, and her captors were smart enough to never face her. It was not supposed to have happened. She was not even on a mission, just a side shopping trip to a well established commerce center, a central part of Realities civilization, coming back to base after seeing her mother. Her mother had prevailed upon her to take young Randy and Linda, her neighbor's children aged eighteen and nineteen, shopping and then pop them over to their school wherewhen. Just a day trip. Now a waking nightmare. She shuddered when she scanned the essence of Randy and Linda. They were in great confusion and anxiety, coupled with self loathing. She looked at them holding each other on the sofa. They had not said a word for an hour, they just hugged each other and rocked slowly back and forth. The kids had been modified again, when the room had been gassed and they were all unconscious. Chapter 2: Jim's New Job Jim Brunner was feeling great. He had graduated with his degree in Management Science a week ago and he was starting a new job with a consulting firm in six weeks. He was back at his mother's house temporarily, helping her by fixing her backyard deck. It needed all new wood in the flooring. He was sweating and he retied his hair back into a new ponytail as it had come undone. He was getting it cut short on Monday, part of the deal at the new firm. He already had made himself a few new business suits. Sharon had left him after his graduation party, going out on an assignment for Mister M. She had ravaged his body, tight and taut after a year of swimming everyday. Jim had also just started weights to add some bulk, and it was just beginning to pay off. Sharon had a talk with Jim's mom, and then they said their goodbyes. As they kissed goodbye, Sharon reached out and gently touched Jim's essence with her mind. She deeply loved him and they briefly connected. Jim's essence radiated agreement, although the rest of Jim would not be aware of it for a while. Jim had finished the deck and surveyed his work. He had never done this stuff before, and it felt good to spend a week sweating, sawing and hammering. He entered the house and Mom was there. "Jim, thank you so much. That deck was getting dangerous with that old rotten wood. Now I want you to take a day off, relax, and get some rest. After you shower and get some clean clothes on, of course. I'll have dinner ready in an hour." Mom said. "Yes, Mom. I was going to work out at the gym but I have sweated myself dry today. Taking a day off sounds great." Jim responded, start to head for his room. "Jim, why don't you fix you hair nice for me? You know how I like it." Mom says, sweetly. Jim could never resist his mom. "Okay Mom. Monday it all comes off anyway, so just for you. I hope I remember how to do it, it has been a while." "You never forget, Jimmie. Something simple will be fine." Mom smiles. She looks at Jim's retreating form, as he takes his tee shirt off. Mom says to herself, "My son looks real good. Quite a man. Oh well, I have to do this, it is important if what Sharon says is true." Jim is up in his room, just out of the shower. He is about to grab a hand dryer and start drying his 30 inch hair, but thinks again. Just for his Mom, he figures to go the whole way. He sits at his table and proceeds to roll his hair in what used to be his signature style, full, wavy with a prominent flip curl at the ends. After finishing the set, he decides to let the unit finish the work. His essence connects to the unit and sets the instructions. Jim reads a business magazine while he is under the dryer and then just watches as his hands remove the rollers and finish the style. He picks out a white shirt and dress slacks and heads down to dinner. While he is waiting for dinner downstairs, his Mom notices Jim checking his appearance in the mirror in the hall several times. "Jim, I love that style on you, I always have. But short hair looks good too. Have some more potatoes." Mom says. Jim finds he is famished. It is his third helping of potatoes. After dinner, Jim goes into the bathroom. He just fixes his hair, adjusts his shirt to smooth the lines and comes back. Mom has a variety of desserts out. Jim tries them all. Jim's day off lounging around turns into two, then a week. He is happy as his Mom has taken off from work to spend some time with him. He misses Sharon. He has watched TV and is happy with the new thing Mom bought, a VCR. (It is the early 1980's here) He has been watching lots of movies and Mom has stocked the house with his favorite junk foods. He keeps intending to go to the gym or the pool but never gets around to it. He also keeps postponing his haircut. Mom notices that Jim, unlike his usual behavior when lying about, has not gotten sloppy. If anything he is spending more time on his appearance, His hair is usually done perfectly and he has cleaned his hands, face and nails obsessively. He also seems to change his clothes two or three times a day, spending time to pick out just what he wants to wear. He spends the evenings in a robe and slippers. Jim is also shaving three to four times a day, which is hardly required as he has little or no beard, never has. He has borrowed a lot of her skin care products and requests Mom pick up some he has seen on television. "Jim, I'm making pasta for dinner tonight. Would you like some more of that cheesecake for dessert?" Mom asks. She feels a little bad about her part in the plan, but it was important. Plus, she loved to pamper her son. Jim entered, chewing on a candy bar. He was beginning to show some extra weight. (Note: See Legend of Hair House. Jim's fat distribution pattern has been modified by the reality shifting Miss M. If he gains weight the fat goes to his chest, hips and rear end first. If he exercises it goes away over time) Jim was wearing a dress shirt without an undershirt. Mom could see his breasts starting to come in through the fabric. He had switched from wearing jeans to pants from his running suits and his hips were starting show some spread. Jim spots Mom's purse on the kitchen desk, opens it and takes out her compact. He uses the mirror to brush some strands of hair into place and examines his face. He closes it and absentmindedly puts it into his shirt pocket. He grabs a few cookies and heads back to his movie. Over cheesecake that night, Jim is sitting at the table, chewing and looking at his eyes in the compact. He checks his face and hair about every half hour. He swallows. "Mom, I need to look good for this job. Do you think my eyebrows are too bushy?" "No, Jim, you look fine. But I'll thin them out just a little for you if you want. It never hurts to look good and they would probably look a little more even." Mom goes. That evening, Mom helped Jim with his brows. When they were done he noticed a slight improvement. They still looked masculine enough, just very neat and well shaped. He closed his compact, feeling temporarily satisfied with his looks. A week later, Jim has come down to the kitchen for breakfast. He has borrowed a pair of her stretch pants and has found a dress shirt of his that coordinates, worn with the tails out. He is wearing a small belt pack around his waist, which is riding on his hip. He has not yet taken out his rollers. He sits at the table just as Mom sets a plate of pastries in front of him. "Mom, I borrowed your pants. Mine are a little tight right now. Ok?" "Fine Jim. Just put them back clean. I have lots of those you can use. How is the body building going?" Mom chuckles under her breath. "I just have not gotten started going back to the gym. I will soon. Do you have any moisturizer down here?" Jim asks, chewing on a pastry. "Over by the sink, dear." Mom notices Jim has let his nails grow out a little and has shaped them, Not much, and not immediately noticeable. Jim sits back down, and eats some more pastries. He takes a nail file out of his belt pack and starts working on his nails while he is talking to her. He does not even seem to notice. She figures it's time for the next step. "Jim, you have gained a little weight up top. It must be a little painful at times." She goes. Jim has between B and C cup breasts now and they are obvious through his shirt." I think you should support those while you are on your exercise program. Jim grins sheepishly. "You're right, Mom. I got kind of let it go and kept assuming I was working them off. They are a little tender right now. I guess I'll look in the closet and see if there is anything left from the last time I got fat." He licks his lips. "Damn, it's so dry in here." He says. Mom reaches in her purse and hands Jim a lipstick. "Take this, it has moisturizer in it and it works for me. Plus it's a very light color." She then grabs another item and sets it out on the table. "Here is a new compact, Jim. I'd like mine back now." Jim laughs and hands her back her compact. Her then applies the lipstick using his new compact, and puts them both away in his beltpack. "Tomorrow I work out!" He kisses his Mom and heads back upstairs. Chapter 3: There Are Many Kinds of Torture Miss M was trying to cope with the situation. Randy and Linda needed her to provide strength and comfort but she was finding it difficult. A day had gone by. The last time she woke up, there was a note attached to the still sleeping Randy. It told her to not interfere with the kid's rehearsal or she would be separated from them. She should either comfort them or shut up. Miss M decided that they all had to endure for now, so she chose to comfort them and ease their pain as best she could. While Miss M had been left alone, the kids had been altered, more during each enforced sleep session when the gas came in the room. Randy had been a moderately muscular eighteen year old normal boy, about six feet tall. Linda, his older sister of nineteen, was also six feet, a lovely featured girl of slim but well proportioned build. Randy had lost a lot of muscle and his body was soft and smooth, a slight layer of fat covering everything. His rear end was bubbled out and he had D cup breasts, which still looked modest on his wide chest. His hair was to his nipples. His penis, however was much larger by at least three inches. He also had no clothes except a transparent pair of panties and a soft bra. Linda had developed significantly more muscles and definition. She looked like a lifetime woman bodybuilder. Her head was shaven. Her breasts were the same as before, but looked smaller on her more developed chest. She had been fitted with pseudolife male genitals, even larger than Randy's. They appeared to be attached in a way that neither Miss M nor Linda could remove them. She also got a matching bra and panty set. Miss M hugged them and consoled them but had to watch silently while they "Rehearsed" twice a day for an hour at a time. Chapter 4: Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll Work Out Tomorrow By the fourth week, Jim realizes suddenly he has only two weeks to get ready to start the new job. He gets out of bed in a minor panic and walks downstairs, where Mom is waiting with breakfast. Jim looks at the plate and sees one egg scrambled and two soy based patties. "Different breakfast, huh Mom? Good, I just panicked and realized I only have two weeks to get ready. I have to workout! I have to get that haircut! Suits! I need to fit into my suits! I just let it slide, like I was in a haze I guess. Time for a diet!" Jim goes, looking confused. Mom giggles. Jim is sitting there in a peignoir and bunny slippers, his hairdo kept in a bouffant sleep cap, which of course matches his peignoir. He is wearing a facial mask and his nails are about an inch long, polished with a clear coating. His D cups are encased in a sleep bra. "I think a suit would be nice Jimmie, but try one of mine or maybe one of your older ones from the other side of your closet. Of course you will have to take up the hemlines on your old suits, fashions do change. And I think some color on those nails would look good too." Mom says, laughing. Jim sits back and is still for a while. He takes out an emery board and works on his nails, without thinking. His mind suddenly comes clear. He now knows what Sharon talked about to his essence back at graduation. "Mom, she did it to me again! And you were in on it! This better be important for me to do this again!" Jim is annoyed, but not angry. He cannot get angry at Mom. "Jimmie, Sharon convinced me and you, or I guess your essence part of you, that it was necessary. I know it involves Miss M. She is missing and Sharon is waiting for you to help find her. She asked me to help get you ready. You are almost all of the way there." Mom said, grinning. "Ok Mom, but why didn't Sharon just tell me. For Miss M, I would do it anyway." Jim said, calming down, still working on his nails. "Sharon said you needed a few weeks of subtle conditioning. Clear your throat three times, quickly. Just do it." Mom said. Jim cleared his throat three times. "Ok what did that do?" His voice was higher and sultrier. A definite woman's voice. Jim quiets down. Mom continues. "Sharon also said she needed you to be more visibly feminine in small ways. So you are a little more compulsive about your appearance." "Compulsive?" Jim looks his hands, which are filing his nails. He stops. "Is that why I'm doing this?" "Jim, you are just more conscious of keeping yourself up. Checking your hair and makeup, nails, clothing. It's automatic now. And it will wear off in a few months." "Anything else done to me? I suppose I get my plumbing redone again." Jim says. "Actually, Sharon was quite explicit. No, you are going to be all male, just a very pretty one. And blonde. With bigger boobies." Mom smiled. "Bigger than these? How much?" Jim goes, holding up his breasts. "At least another cup size, maybe two. So you need to get all of your color sense to work with being a blonde. And obviously a new wardrobe. You will be too buxom to borrow from Mother, Jimmie. One last thing. Sharon wants you to start on a daily food supplement before you go to the join the group, for at least five days." Mom goes. "Ok lets start it." Jim says. "You did two days ago," Mom laughs. Chapter 5: An Officer and a Gentleperson Sharon and Michael are standing together on a windswept field overlooking a set of cliffs. There is a complex of warehouses and other utilitarian buildings. They are both wearing military fatigues. Sharon's hair is now black and a few inches past her shoulders. Michael's is brown and for him, uncharacteristically subdued, just barely shoulder length. They are both wearing minimal makeup. "Michael; this is not going to be fun. Are you sure Jim is going to be what they are looking for?" Sharon said. "Sharon, darling, no I'm not sure. We are working on pretty skimpy guesswork, no firm intelligence. But our team has a mission and we are going to do this. I could do this role better than Jim, it's much closer to my persona, but Martin is right, my essence is too obvious. Jim has defenses, which are much stronger than yours or mine but he doesn't radiate like you or I do. So we do this. For her." Michael was more serious than Sharon had ever seen him. He was very worried about Miss M. "Jim should be here about now." Sharon commented. "I can't wait to see this." Michael said, a smile appearing, breaking his tension. Jim's Mom kissed him goodbye, stood back and surveyed her work. Her son was done up the best she could do. "Jim you look really good. Now go get Marjorie back." Mom said. Jim nodded and she touched the unit in the way Sharon had explained. Jim popped out. Jim stood there. He had hoped for the usual pleasant setting the Realities Group used. Instead he is standing outside on a windy field. His blonde hair, just carefully blown dry is being whipped in the wind, which causes him some low level of concern. He stands there in a white miniskirt and sheer jockyhose, which show the bottoms of his butt cheeks if he bends even slightly. His mid calf boots have four inch stiletto heels, which are sinking into the damp ground. One of Sharon's special gels has reduced his waist to 29 inches. Any more and Jim thinks he would have to lose some ribs. A short sleeve sweater top covers his 42E brassiere, matching his nails and lipstick He looks through false eyelashes and sees Sharon and Michael about ten meters away, waving him over. Jim struggles to walk over the marshy ground in the heels and is swaying his hips in a more exaggerated manner as he tries to keep from falling over. He makes it to Sharon, who has walked up to give him a shoulder to hold onto. They get inside the building and out of the wind. Jim gives Sharon and Michael quick kisses and says, "Where's the dressing room? I've got to fix this hair!" in his new voice. Michael gestures to the door just five feet away. "Absolutely dear. That wind is terrible!" Jim enters, opening his purse on the way in. "I stand corrected, Michael. He's going to be perfect. Of course I want my boyfriend back when this is over." Sharon giggles. Jim returns, hair and face touched up. They all sit at the table. Michael starts talking, his tone reminding them that this is not a happy reunion. "All right, girls, now that we are all here. You all know Miss M is missing. Needless to say, Martin has the whole organization and several other groups I did not even know existed looking for her. You also know the Realities is too impossibly big to search. So there are a group of special teams each following a possibility based on deductions and outright guesses from what we do know. We are one of those teams, designation 'Angel'. Now Mister M will brief us when we are ready to go. Our job is to have Sharon here brutally whip us into shape over the next six months. Then we will pop into our targets and go to work. Anything we need, we will get here." "Michael, just two little questions, dearie." Jim's hands were fluttering, and patting his hair into place. "One, can you tell me what we know already about Miss M's disappearance. And Two, why does Sharon get to be the drill sergeant?" Jim blew Sharon a kiss and fluttered his lashes. "I'll tell you what I know at the right time. As to your second question, because she's the tallest one, plus she has been through this course twice and taught it at least three times. I want you by my side when we go up against the people who may be behind this, but only when she says you are ready. " Jim always knew Sharon was a jock at heart but he was amazed at how hard she drove he and Michael. He was struggling and Michael was handling the course with greater ease and less sweat than Jim. The sixth night he had to file his nails down to a length less prone to breakage when rappelling down cliffs, or crawling through swamp. He looked at himself in the mirror and then suddenly started crying. Michael came up and put an arm around him. "Damn it. Look at my nails! My hair! I stink and these clothes," Jim indicated his fatigues with enough displeasure to convey they were less than whaleshit, "make me look fat! Damn it! " Jim lets out between sobs. "And I thought I was in shape! I should be able to do this stuff without it being this hard! " Michael held Jim. "Take a warm bath, wash your hair and get dressed for a little slumber party. I'll tell Sharon to get ready. We're taking the night off, Jimmie." Chapter 6: When You Don't Have A Clue, Make One Up! Jim, Sharon and Michael were sitting on cushions on the floor in their common room. They had eaten and having their coffee. They had rolled each other's hair and were wearing matching nightgowns. "It seems like such a waste to do our hair, Sharon's only going to make us ruin the style tomorrow on the obstacle course." Jim said with a smile for Sharon. "Pay attention, honey, we're doing gymnastics tomorrow. Besides you get to look stunning for us at breakfast." Sharon said, "First thing to discuss, team." Michael began. "Jim, we owe you another explanation. There is a reason you've been a little moody and struggling with the training. We all needed to get not just stronger but faster and with unthinking reflexes. I'll tell you why later. We also needed to look like our roles. So Jim, you have been swimming in an estrogen mimic for the last week. When you put on muscle, it has to be lean and...let's say girly. If you go through this course without it, you'll bulk up and probably lose some of those wonderful titties. We need you to stay just like you are, just add some power and strength, which is not obvious. We also asked your essence to make you a little more "expressive", sweetie." Michael looked at little sheepish. Jim understood. "Well, darling, I've had you to observe as a role model. I couldn't ask for more "expressive" than that." Jim said, kissing Michael on the cheek, leaving a lipstick print. Sharon fell over laughing. "But Michael, Sharon doesn't need any help with estrogen. I'm not the only one here who would need some help in that area." Jim said. "Unless there is something you are not telling us, girl." Michael grinned. "I'm on it too. I sure don't want any bulging muscles when this is over." Jim realized Michael was having as much of a physical challenge as he was, but was not whining about it. Michael continued. The group knew Miss M had disappeared eight days ago on the operation timeline at the shopping complex. She was last seen with both the kids walking through a corridor of offices, which serve as a shortcut to a restaurant where they had a reservation. It had taken a lot of agents over twenty hours to round up every body they could who was there and scan their memories. Her security was following at a discrete distance, because that's the way she liked it and also because she was quite capable of handling most threats. She had not had a sophisticated threat against her in a long time. Somewhere in the corridor they disappeared. The security monitors detected pops of people, but they could not be traced because there was a pulse of essence jamming covering the corridor just as they went missing. No one had ever seen that kind of technology. Plus the Group could not change events in their homewherewhens they had already perceived as happening. It was maddening. "There are thousands of possible paths of investigation and there are teams on them all. For example, one of the people at the complex who cannot be found is a known owner of a criminal enterprise who has actually been inconvenienced by Miss M's activities." Michael illustrated. "Sounds like a good lead." Jim said, paying close attention. "The problem is there are at least twenty scenarios which have bubbled to the top. They all sound like they could be the one. And then there is ours, number twenty one." Michael went on. He tightened a roller, which had gotten loose. Michael laid out their plan. He had stayed in touch with the Mid Mountain File and the people affected. He had visited Melinda on a few occasions. One of the people most affected by that incident was Timmie Winters. Tim Winters was a cute boy who was popular and never seemed to stay with any one girl in Mid Mountain Middle School. When a Reality changing device had gotten out of control, Tim had been shifted to Timmie, the head Cheerleader. In his costume with an altered body he was about as close to living, breathing erotic art as a person can be. He found happiness with older men and became a "limited distribution" star in videos. He had apparently become close to Melinda and Charlene Grimes, and was sort of adopted by their mother. He visited frequently. Michael found a kindred spirit and became a big sister figure, listening to Timmie. Apparently Timmie had been approached by a group of people who had seen his movies. They talked to him about coming with them "to another country" where he could be a big star. Timmie was unsure and Melinda, who was with him observed the people were strongly essence capable. When they scanned Timmie, one said they would get in touch but "You like it too much, kid". Melinda felt sure they were not coming back. "Ok Michael, what's the link?" Sharon asked. Again, Michael related the story. When Miss M was reported missing, Michael was called in by Mister M to help integrate the mass of information. When he dug in he discovered that in one of the offices in the corridor is a talent agency for young models. The agency serviced a whole list of customers, one of which shared a name given by one of the people who had seen Timmie. "That's thin, Mikey. You must have more." Jim went. "Actually I built better ones for the other teams which are staffed with all more experienced and qualified agents. Thin is what Martin said. But I have some more threads. There have been some rumors and rumblings of some trendy entertainments for some of the essence sensitive. Some of which need young people under essence stress. It is very sick stuff, kind of like snuff films, but much slower and more disgusting. Needless to say, there are some freelance groups, which service this need. Slavery and slow murder of young kids across the Realities. Timmie would be physically perfect for this stuff, he looks great, but he likes what he does which means no essence stress. I bet his video went out across the Realities and he is so good he attracted talent scouts. Now, my theory requires that there is no plot against Miss M. It is the kids who were the target. Either they were an intentional grab or they stumbled into something, Miss M started to defend them, probably against another essence sensitive and their defense came on automatically. They were popped out." The group was quiet. It made no sense to ask questions, Michael would tell them. His eyes were burning as he told the story. "Now, following my theory, we know one thing. This group has to grab kids, get them to their customer's location, screw up their minds and bodies and then deliver the goods. The process and essence conditioning is weakened if they are popped out anywhere, so the product 'spoils' once it travels. My business model is this group grabs some kids, pops them to a facility they set up near the paying customer, delivers, grabs some new kids and pops out to the next customer. Like all things like this there are a limited number of customers and they require extreme discretion. So I then laid out my plan, and Martin said it was crazy but needed to be tried. So here we are." Jim looked down at his boobs. It was beginning to take shape, particularly since Sharon and Michael were obviously not as outrageously decked out as he was. "So I get to be the bait as a bimbo?" Jim said. " I knew all that estrogen would start making your brain work, boyfriend. And you are a magnificent bimbo." Sharon hugged Jim. The training continued - Sharon was relentless. Jim became proficient at climbing up buildings, leaping from roof to roof, several types of hand to hand combat. He was amazed at how lethal Sharon and Michael were. He felt his body tighten up but he added no bulk muscle. His big problem was that serious workouts with his hooters was a real challenge. Michael had a large woman come in to massage his aching back. After six months Sharon declared them ready. Michael had a graduation party and had hairdressers, makeup artists and an entire store full of custom made clothing popped in. A warehouse was transformed into a ballroom and a number of very good looking actors came in to be the crowd. A full orchestra played. The team had a very good time for about three hours. Jim was eagerly sought after and was kept on his feet on the dance floor the entire time. Michael and Sharon were similarly occupied. Jim realized this entertainment of Michael's was also practice for their roles, so he stayed in his character, and actually relaxed for a little while. Chapter 7: Another Old TV Show Has Meaning The three members of the team were sitting in a well furnished office, still dressed for the party. Jim had taken his heels off and was stretching his back. Michael and Sharon were curled up in two large overstuffed chairs. There was a rainstorm outside and a fire in a fireplace in the corner. "Ok Mikey darling. We had fun, and I assume you are ready to feed us to the wolves. What now?" Jim asked, still massaging his feet, blonde hair falling over his exposed cleavage. "Mister M brings up to date from the operational timeline. For him, we've been gone for about two hours. If we're very lucky, one of the other teams will have found her, but since nobody came here and shut us down, I doubt it." Martin's voice came to them from the speaker on the unit console on the desk. "Hello Angels." Jim and Sharon bolted upright. A TV show they had seen! Sharon threw a cushion at Michael, which he deflected. Martin continued. "I don't know why Michael had me say that other than his explanation of "Don't screw up the paradigm, it will bring bad luck." I also don't know why I am using this old way of communication, but here it goes. So, one more thing for luck and then down to business. You are all supposed to say 'Hello Martin' in unison, now." Martin paused, waiting. Jim and Sharon looked at Michael who held up his hands like a conductor, and on the wave, they all said "Hello Martin!" The briefing continued. Martin explained that 18 of the twenty high priority leads had turned up empty, some of them had taken years in other wherewhens. So, two hours later, still nothing. Michael's research team had picked eight wherewhens as potential targets for Team Angel where the essence death trade was suspected. "Michael, Jim, Sharon. I want to tell you I am not happy sending you out on this, because our backup resources are stretched thin. If you get in trouble, it may take us to long to respond." Mister M said. "We love her too, Martin. Were going out. Call you if we find anything. Bye bye." Michael said. He turned to the two other angels and said. "Martin is beside himself on this. Who ever did this had better be very dead before he gets to them." "No problem here, Martin won't need to get his hands dirty." Sharon said. Jim adjusted his hair and nodded. He was playing Jill, for God's sake! He remembered having that famous poster in his room growing up. Chapter 8: Whirlwind Tour of All The Hot Spots It was getting hard to recall when he was not a bimbo. Jim had spent the last year on four of the target wherewhens. They had all been fabulous. Resorts, cities, exclusive clubs, private islands, even a gravity neutralized habitat in a gas giant planet. He and Sharon were an act. She was the dominating woman and he was the submissive partner. The surprise ending was everyone finding out he was a male. Michael made sure Jim learned to radiate essence stress at low levels when Sharon was playing the dominant. In certain circuits, they were a hot act. Realities society was driven by a relative handful of essence capable individuals, numbered in the low billions. It was an infinitesimal percentage of the population of the Realities. This group could travel and trade among a select group of core wherewhens. Contact with other somewherewhens was supposed to be avoided except by the various parts of the very loose organization to which Mister and Miss M belonged. Policing it was impossible. If an individual of essence based society was deemed to be out of bounds in their actions, they were shunned. It was powerful incentive. Some of these people were very twisted, like in any group. Their sub culture was where the team had to go. They always made a promotional vid. Jim liked these, he and Sharon could have fun with it, plus they always stopped at the tease point. Sometimes their act was on stage. Jim liked that, it was predictable. Sometimes they were put into a group anonymously and would act out their little psychodrama as if it were real. Jim liked that less, it was less controlled. Michael was their hustling business manager who scanned the crowds for a lead, a hint of twisted essence. The other draw was that Michael always circulated a "private show" option. He also let it be known that Sharon and Jim were driving him crazy and he'd sell their contract for a decent price. Jim found his conditioning had ended but he had adopted the little feminine gestures and appearance focus as his own. They just became part of him for now. They had trouble several times. Sharon had taken out two men who thought Jim was easy target for rape. Jim was occupied throwing the other one who had grabbed him from behind over a cliff. Michael determined they were done there anyway, and they went on. There was a rooftop chase when they thought they had a good lead, but it was not the one they wanted. Sharon had gotten a mindblast during a show from a young man who was quite a miserable excuse for a human, but Jim had deflected it and taken it in. His defenses were getting better. Michael discreetly compressed the offenders mind later, when it could not be traced. On the positive side, they got to see great places, wear fabulous clothes and enjoy each other's company. Off duty, they always attracted a set of followers. Chapter 9: The Horror Miss M is watching Randy and Linda 'rehearse'. Their essence projection was incredibly painful to her, worse than seeing them do what was being required. Randy was to beg his sister to let him put his mouth around her artificial member. He then had to bring her to climax or he was punished. The climax was done on a timer in the control unit, so Linda could not assist him. It varied between twenty and thirty minutes. Linda's role was to stimulate Randy in every way except climax. If he did she was required to punish him, in different ways every time. The essence stress was staggering. Miss M could see the damage to their spirits. She could not predict when it would cross the line to permanent damage and spirit death. She knew it would be soon. Chapter 10: Bimbo Bait Taken Michael is sitting on a beach, tanning on a chaise lounge. Sharon and Jim are still asleep after a late show at the club. A woman approaches and takes the chaise next to him. Michael feels her essence and knows they have a potential live one. He sits up and puts his bikini top back on. He hates strap lines. "I caught your act last night, Sister. I believe that little blonde lezzie with the surprise is yours, right?" the woman goes. She is well built and fairly attractive but has an empty look to her eyes. They do not sparkle. Michael talks her up and the act, throwing in a few well honed complaints at just the right time. The woman sits up and stares Michael in the eye. "Cut the selling crap. I have an interested buyer. Hard credits but has to act in twenty four hours. Are you really ready to deal or are you just pissing your panties about how much trouble they are? " "I need to talk to the tall one. She stays. If she wants to move now, she and I will sell out Jill's contract. Name a number." Michael says. The woman says a number. "Lobby. Two hours. Be ready to deal or don't show." The woman leaves. Michael wanders back to the room. Jim and Sharon are sitting over juice and coffee. Jim, as usual is fixing his hair. Michael gives a wave, which means he has a lead and they should assume they are being either listened to or recorded. So Jill and Kelly are gossiping and Sabrina touches their unit, so they can communicate mind direct. Jim finds it difficult keeping up a conversation vocally while following what Michael is saying in his head. Michael comms, "I think we have a live one. The timing is right and her essence feels right. If Miss M and the kids are here, it would be their eighth day. The kids would be about ready to perform by now if they use known conditioning techniques. Sharon you hang back from the meet, play backup and get ready to grab her. Jim, are you ready? I need you to send that essence burst we have been working on, the one that simulates abject panic, before they can get you into a shielded location." Jim and Sharon both confirmed their roles, while their verbal conversation went on about the tush on the waiter by the pool, Jill's not returning borrowed underwear, Sabrina's miserable management and so on. Chapter 11: Damsel In This Dress Jim is in full airhead mode, chattering about nonsense to Michael. Michael is leading him by the hand, sometimes pulling him along like a small child. Jim is dressed in a white lace dress with endless petticoats. He has been given a lollipop and is licking it slowly with his tongue. The dress is very short and shows off the white stockings, garters and six inch heels, His hair is filled with ribbons. Jim can imagine the buyer's personal fantasies since they sent the request for this outfit over and hour ago. The resort store seemed to have quite a few in stock. The woman is there. She speaks quietly to Michael. "Are we agreed?" "Yes- here he is, the useless little slut. Where are the credits in my account?" Michael says quietly. "We have found you have a problem with some dead bodies on the ConAfrique Casino. We have decided to pay half and not tell the casino owners where you are." The woman smiles at Michael. "This deal is over. We did that job for the casino owner. Now stop wasting my time." Michael lies and starts to move. "Wait, check your account." The woman says. Michael nods a yes. The woman grins and says "Can't fault me for trying." Michael speaks out loud. "Jill - go with this woman. You have a short private party with her son. You know what to do." Jim takes a long, slow lick on the lollipop. He goes "Bitch! You always sell me cheap Sabrina!" He follows the woman. Jim gets into a waiting aircar. There is a man inside, wearing a white tunic. The aircar takes off and Jim feels the man running a scan. Jim does not block him, he just lets him in a little way, and lets him wander about the bimbo boy persona. The man is careless and does not try very hard. He looks at Jim, assumes what he is and then finds that. People usually discover their preconceptions. It takes less work. Jim sees the approaching mansion on a secluded neck of land, surrounded by water on three sides. His looking at the place gives him a dull headache. He sees the other man wince. This place has an essence jammer. No one can pop in or out. No one can use any abilities until they are inside the field. As the car begins descending, Jim starts to hyperventilate. He works up into a panic. He remembers how to channel the panic into a burst and does so. The man slaps him hard enough to rattle teeth. Another man gives him a needle. He goes under. Sharon has followed the woman, who is entering her room. Sharon uses a service tech room pass she borrowed from a sex starved room service technician. She opens the door and sees the woman packing. "What are you... get lost I'm not buying any more." The woman starts to reach into her purse. Sharon clamps a vice like grip on her and says. "No, you are selling. You are going to tell me everything." Sharon pastes three patches on the woman's head and activates a unit she brought with her. The woman's essence is oily and slimy, but Sharon bears down. "Talk to me or I will squeeze you dry, you miserable bitch." Sharon starts to build a rage. The woman looks at her eyes and is scared to death. Ten minutes later, Sharon is comming Mister M. Her call finished, she walks over the body, retrieves the patches and goes to find Michael. Michael has felt the panic burst from Jim and then Jim's essence goes dark. He has a rough direction and deduces the probable location. He grabs his rented aircar and flies off. Chapter 12: Spit in The Devil's Eye Jim is on a cold floor, his cheek swollen. He feels awful. What ever they shot into him has all his muscles on fire. Through a slitted eye, he sees two girls or boys, he can't tell, about ten feet away. The muscled one is kissing the others penis, and then sticking him with a shock stick. A short man is standing over them. "You want this one strapped in?" he hears someone ask the short man. "I do not need to worry about a bimbette and two kids. Leave me. These two are almost ready for delivery. Come back in fifteen minutes." The short man says. Jim hears a door close. He tries to get up and fails, but he knocks over a chair. The short man turns to see what Jim is doing. "Lay still. Do not move!" the man is a powerful essence manipulator. Jim feels his mind reeling and his body freezes. He gets up on his hands despite the pain of the essence burst the short man has sent. He gets up on his feet before the short man can react, he gets in a shot to his solar plexus. Jim collapses. Linda has been watching this. She starts jamming the shockstick into the short man's eye. He writhes in pain. Randy gets up and starts stomping on the man's groin. After five minutes, the essence manipulator is paste on the floor. Linda picks up Jim's head and Jim croaks out "Miss M". Linda carries the unconscious Jim out the door and back to the cell with Miss M. Randy follows, keeping watch down the hall. Miss M hears the door open and sees the two kids and Jim in Linda's arms. She quickly gets out of the cell. As she leads then down a corridor, anyone they encounter is rendered unconscious by Miss M's essence ability. As they approach a door to the outside they hear explosions and blast rifle fire. Miss M waves them to an alcove and tells them to get down. Martin is the first through the door. He is in body armor and carrying a hand weapon. There is blood on his boots. His eyes are hard, so piercing that there is no trace of compassion detectable. He sees Miss M, naked and dirty, taking cover on the floor, shielding the three others with her body as best she can. Martin picks up Miss M and carries her outside, where there is a medical triage area next to a group of assault vehicles. He sits down and says nothing, rocking Miss M gently in his arms. Sharon and a woman who could be Miss M's almost twin sister lag behind Martin by only a few seconds. "Sharon, Laura, please take the kids. I'll check Jim out!" Michael says, his tone indicating he is not open to debate. Sharon starts to object. Michael holds her arm. He says "Damn it, Sharon, I'm better at scanning than you are and he needs someone a little more objective than you. Now get them out of here!" Sharon stops. She looks at Michael and nods, her essence flares and sends a feeling of trust to Michael. She and the other woman help the two kids walk out. Michael kneels by his friend, scanning Jim's essence for any serious damage. Michael touches his own body armor breastplate on the side. It opens and falls to the ground. It is a little more stylish than standard issue armor, accentuating his bustline and hips, like something a fantasy Amazon warrior would be proud to wear into battle. Jim seems physically fine, only bruises and a fractured jaw. His essence is reading strong, bruised and compressed in spots but not permanently warped. Michael is a little puzzled by the carrier wave, the underlying tone of the essence. It is Jim but a subtly shifted Jim, like a major and minor key. Michael pushes his hair out of his eyes, fixes Jim's dress so it covers his breasts a bit better and picks him up to go outside. Jim is still unconscious. Chapter 13: Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime A few weeks have passed at the little mountain village. The air is clear and the sun is bright. Spring showed up with a vengeance and the mountainsides are covered with wildflowers. In the largest chalet, Miss L, or Laura as they are required to call her is serving iced tea. Miss M is smiling but there is still something missing in that smile, like a light bulb that suddenly went dim. Jim wished he could tap her like that bulb and have her brightness return. Miss M speaks to Laura "Mother, have you had Jimmie try your carrot cake? Jimmie, you must try it. " Laura smiles and pours the tea into tall glasses full of ice cubes. She answers. "Jimmie had a taste but said it was so good a full piece would take him up a whole cup size." Jim giggled. He was wearing short shorts and a tube top, his hair in a ponytail. He had found a special pair of jockies at in the town, which pulled his member down and back, allowing him a smoother appearance. He unconsciously held up his right hand, palm out, fingers spread and inspected his nails. Martin has been coming to visit every day. He was covering for Marjorie by helping her department substitute as well as his own operations and the toll was telling on him. Miss M told him to get some rest, she was fine and healing well. If he really cared, he would be wide awake so her group was not a total shambles when she returned. So he was not expected for a few days. And Sharon. Jim still felt that painfully. Sharon had spent time with Randy and Linda during the early part of her treatment. She had been furious at what had been done to two innocent people. The commander of the assault teams, a small group used by the Realities Group in special situations where lots of physical force was needed to compliment the essence capable forces had either recruited Sharon or she had volunteered. She met Jim at the village. Jim was in a stunning dress he had made for the occasion. She was in uniform. Blue blouse and tights, which showed off her newly built muscles. Her hair was short but looked cute in the style she had chosen. They talked and walked in the fields as Sharon held Jim's hand. "Jim, we are going after the scum that run the trade. We have all kinds of leads now and our group is assigned to the hard targets. I love you but I have to do this. This should not be allowed to happen anywherewhen." Sharon went. "I know Sharon. And I am not all back together yet. I don't know who I really am or what. Just come back to me sometime, and in one piece." They made love. Jim found two people with large breasts need interesting positions to make it work. Sharon was very careful with Jim, as her new musculature was capable of breaking him in half. "You bruised my arm, Sharon" Jim says afterward, smiling brightly. "You're lucky I didn't rip it off. You pushed all my buttons on that last one, sweetheart." Sharon retorted. Sharon is about to pop out. She holds Jim and says "Jimmie, I love you but I can tell you need to sort things out with yourself. Talk to Miss M. See your Mom. See Michael. Go out and get laid. Have fun. Screw Martin again. Find a cute girl. Just. Do. Something. And I'll come back to you." She kisses him and is gone. Michael visited but not often, as he was very consumed with work. He had been asked to take a management position, temporarily. One day, Jim had been having lunch with Miss L and Miss M. Michael popped in. He was stunning as usual, with shoulder length blonde hair and a lavender skirted business suit, which looked sprayed on. He was affecting a slight English accent. "Hello Miss P." Marjorie and Laura both said. Michael laughed. Jim's hand went to cover his open mouth as he looked at Michael. "Michelle is filling in for me, with Martin's help, Jim." Miss M. said. Michelle spent some time alone with Miss M and then came out to talk to Jim. "Well Jimmie, I have to go soon so I only have a moment. How are you? What does your essence telling you?" Michelle said. "I am confused, Mikey. I feel very comfortable with this right now." Jim indicated his body" in fact I may get my plumbing redone just so I can wear some new outfits. Especially since Sharon is out for a while. By the way, are you completely 'Miss P' down there?" Michelle smiled. "Part of the dress code, Jimmie darling. First, despite your spirited but clumsy sexual technique, I found it is enjoyable. Second, between us three girls, you and Sharon have had Martin. It's my turn. Third, when Marjorie comes back, I am going back to being a boy. I, however intend to make the most of it while I've got it." "I am not clumsy! So, Michelle, how are Randy and Linda? Are they going to be all right?" Jim asked. "I guess Sharon did not mention it while you two were having your soldier's farewell. Linda is in Sharon's company. She rehabilitated for two years with the idea of getting back at those bastards, and then she trained for another year. She is built like that Arnold guy- you know, Mr. Universe and I pity anybody in her way on an assault. Randy is a tougher case. He may never recover. The best thing they think is to have him become a total woman and have a baby, but they are waiting. He is not in good shape." Michael went on. "I did not know they could do that. Jim said. "It's a one way ticket, Jimmie." Michelle said. "Spend time with Marjorie. She can help you." They embraced and Michelle popped out. Chapter 14: Back To The Future Jim spent two months with Miss M. Her essence injuries were more severe than he had realized and she was mending slowly. Laura pampered them both, and surrounded them with unconditional love. "Jimmie, between the feminine conditioning, estrogen bath and the essence assault you took, your persona has shifted just enough so you are at home as you are. In fact, your recent "plumbing job" has completed the feeling. It was awful they had to do it to you but I am grateful you did it. I'm just sorry it was you." "Oh Marjorie, it had to be me! I needed to help you!" Jim said, tears forming in his eyes. One runs down his cheek, He and Miss M are sitting on a sofa in from of a fireplace, arms around each other. "I know, Jimmie and love you for it. Now, all of the other times you have switched personas, your natural orientation has asserted it self, sometimes with a little help from us. This is still true, but it will take longer. You must deal with that." "Yes, but how long. Will I just get my nails just right and then poof, I want to be a guy again? Next week, next month?" Jim said. "I would estimate at least two years. So, go enjoy it. First visit your mother for an extended stay. If you take that job, take it as you are now, but I would recommend you hold off on that. We might make you a better offer. Now, in addition, have some fun. I know Sharon does not assume she is competing with men for your affections, so, if you want to, have an affair or two, but I predict you will stay in love with Sharon, even if you have a fling or two." Jim checked his hair in the wall mirror. "Ok, I want to see Mom anyway. She asked me to come see her and Michael's mother at their Spa. I assume you manipulated that?" "Of course, dear girl. Now go and stay for a month and come back here tomorrow, please?" Miss M asked in her sweet tone. Jim could not help but agree. Mom was great. To her, she had just packed off the newly bimboed Jim not a week ago, and here he was, as lovely as ever. They had a wonderful time. Michael's mother, Janet took to Jimmie in a new way. She had always been nice to him but now he was treated as her favorite niece. He gradually acquired mannerisms and demeanor from her, a more sophisticated version of Michael. Jim used 'darling' for much fuller effect, and became an accomplished flirt. Jim has returned to Laura's chalet. Jimmie and Miss M are discussing his future, going over an offer she has made to him. "So I work with you out of here and you train my essence skills. As I learn, you send me out on periodic assignments. Every two weeks, I take a week off and go to a recreation facility, visiting or shopping. Sometimes I take you along, especially for the shopping. I'm not sure I can handle the stress." Jim says. "The time off is necessary to recover from the training. Trust me, sweetie, I won't be gentle." Miss M says, her eyes twinkling. She continues. "Jimmie, you have a defensive power we want to develop. This will be necessary for your future. When you revert back to your base persona, we will do it again, just to be sure." Jim agrees. Sometime later, Jimmie and Marjorie are sitting over coffee, shopping bags of new clothes at their feet. Marjorie laughs and says. "Jimmie, dear, do you remember when Martin had carried me out of the pirate base? You, Sharon and Michael were all around me and he told me you were my "Angels of Mercy". I loved that. It was good to hear after that ordeal." "I assumed that had to do with Michael's fascination about planning operations based on old TV shows." Jimmie said while checking his makeup. He touches up his lips and looks up. Marjorie smiles and says. "Michael has a theory that writers pull ideas from out of the overall Realities, the sum of human consciousness. Popular TV shows to him represent nothing more than plans that may apply in a given situation. Paradigms, he calls them. People operate on what feels right, and these are solutions, which may feel right. I'm glad he did it, it worked." "But Angels of Mercy seems wrong. We showed little mercy that day." Jim goes on, filing his nails. "Jimmie, I guess I never told you. Mercy is my middle name. Martin knows that." Miss M said, laughing and back to her old self. Epilogue Jimmie checks his appearance. He looks great in the tight fitting business suit. The skirt is a bit lower than he would like, but that's the local fashion. He has been out on different missions for almost two years and he can feel that this will be his last one like this for a while. He is changing back to original persona and will probably visit Mom to transition when he is done here. He checks the room and everything is ready. There are people at the door. He does a last check and pats his blonde hair into place. He steps forward and opens the door. There are two teenagers there, a boy and a girl. He begins his greeting. "Welcome to Hair House. I'm Miss B." End