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An Odd Night Out By Bill Hart Lightning lit the moonless midnight sky and the attendant thunder boomed, then endlessly echoed, throughout the hills. The rain was coming down in buckets. From the sounds they were hearing some of those buckets were also striking - and striking rather hard - the outside of the van. That clearly worried the three young college men inside. "It's getting really rough outside. I think we'd better pull off and stop someplace for a while," said Pete. "I haven't seen anyplace to pull over for over an hour," said Adam calmly. "We'll just have to continue on." "This was your damn shortcut, Adam. It's black as pitch out there, except when there's a little lightning to brighten the sky," snarled George from the back seat. "I told you I've driven through these hills a million times," smiled Adam. "I could do it blindfolded." "With the weather as it is, I don't think that's a good idea," fretted Pete. "Why did we ever let you talk us into taking this damn shortcut of yours?" "Will you two just relax? I told you everything is all right." Suddenly, a bolt a lightning struck one of the trees on the side of the road. The deafening boom of the associated thunder followed almost instantaneously. Somehow, Adam managed to avoid the splintered tree that fell across the road. But in doing so, Adam had stalled the engine. And now the engine steadfastly refused to start. "What are we going to do now?" asked George. "We're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere." "Don't worry, I'll think of something," replied Adam calmly. "Don't I always think of something?" "I suppose so," replied George. But he clearly was less than happy at the thought of putting his fate in Adam's hands again. "We should have told someone we were coming this way." Pete knew better than to say anything. Adam didn't take criticism well. However, even in his silence, he agreed with George. Once again, lightning lit the sky. Once again, thunder echoed throughout the hills. "What was that over there?" asked George. "What was what over where?" replied Adam. "I thought I saw a house over there." George pointed off into the blackness. Adam smiled. "There are no houses out here; there never have been. What you saw had to be some kind of an illusion." Another flash of lightning brightened the sky. "That's no illusion, Adam," said Pete. "That really is a house out there." Adam shook his head. "It can't be." "But it is," smiled George. He'd always enjoyed seeing Adam proven wrong. "We've all seen it now." "Maybe they have a phone we can use," added Pete. "My cell phone might as well be dead." Adam and George looked at their cells. "It can't find a signal," said George. "Mine is the same," scowled Adam. "If they have a phone, it's highly unlikely to be working in this storm." "We won't know if we don't ask," said George. "Even if their phone's out of order, they may have a place we can stay for the night." "It couldn't hurt to ask them," said Pete nervously. "A nice warm bed would be a better place to spend the night than sleeping on the floor of the van." Adam glared at both of them in turn. "Then by all means, let's find out," he sneered. Once out of the van, the three young men hurried in the direction they'd seen the house. However, after several minutes of being drenched by the falling rain, they hadn't been able to locate the structure they'd all seen. "Let's go back to the van," snapped Adam. "At least it's dry." As the sky brightened with another flash of lightning, the three of them found themselves abruptly at an ancient wrought iron gate, behind which stood an equally ancient large stone building of some sort. Before the sky could darken again, they'd passed through the gate and headed up the weed-lined path toward the structure's door. "Did you guys feel something strange?" asked George. "I'll swear I felt this weird tingling sensation as I passed through the gate." "I didn't feel anything at all," replied Pete cautiously. "You and your stupid imagination," snapped Adam. "You should quit reading those damn comic books and join the real world." He looked the building over. "This shouldn't be here; it doesn't belong. It can't even be a house. Why would anyone build some place out here with no windows? And that damn knocker on the door looks like it belongs on some crypt." "It must weigh at least a ton," groaned George, as he attempted to lift the striker. He didn't manage to lift it very much, but it still somehow struck heavily against the door when he turned it loose. The sound seemed to reverberate throughout the stone walls. "Maybe we'd just better leave," whispered Pete. He didn't like what was going on. Everything was just too weird. "Nonsense," replied George. Just then, the door of the stone building began slowly swinging open. An old man with straggly white hair and a scraggly white beard stood in the doorway. "Greetings, young gentlemen," he smiled. "It is very late, you know. Have you an appointment with the Master?" "No, we don't," snarled Adam. "We just wanted to use your phone," said Pete, as he stared at the old man. Something about him seemed strangely familiar somehow. He was, however, certain he'd never met the man before. "Fone?" The old man looked puzzled. "What is this fone you wish to use, young gentlemen?" "Stupid damn hicks," mumbled Adam. "You know, a telephone," replied George. "We just want to use your telephone so we can call and get a tow for his van." George's explanation hadn't helped. "Telly-fone?" repeated the old man. "I do not believe the Master has one of these telly-fones you require. If you won't think me an old fool, what is this tow you seek? And what might a hisvan be?" "I don't have to think you're an old fool," mumbled Adam. "That's clearly obvious to anyone who looks at or listens to you." "How can you not know about the telephone?" asked George. "It has a dozen buttons on the front," added Pete. "You push those buttons in the right sequence and you can talk to anyone anywhere in the world." "Ah ha, I understand now," replied the old man. "It be wizardry. Why didn't you simply say so? Why don't you come inside out of the rain, young gentlemen? Even this late and without an appointment, I'm certain the Master will make time to see you now." As the young men entered, the old man took their rain soaked coats. "I shall put these wet raiments in your rooms, young gentlemen." "Our rooms?" asked Pete. "I doubt the Master would be pleased sending young gentlemen such as yourselves back out into the storm tonight," smiled the old man. "I am called Reltub. If you have further need of me, simply speak my name aloud." His smile widened. "I shall fetch the Master now. I am certain he has many questions for you." With that, Reltub vanished. "What the hell is going on?" "Where did he go?" "Will you two never quit whining about something?" snarled Adam. "That old man is just playing head games with us." "I'm afraid Reltub knows no games of the head, young gentlemen," said an old man who looked even older than Reltub had. "However, he is a fast learner. Perhaps you might teach him some of these head games of yours. I am Namyllis. This is my home. And you young gentlemen are?" "Adam Warner." "Pete Larson." "George Martin." "Very odd sounding names?" replied the old Master. "If I might ask, where hail you from?" "New York," replied Pete. He wasn't about to give anything more than the state. "Have we met before, Peetlarsn?" The old man scratched his scraggly whiskers. "New York, you say?" He looked puzzled. "How odd? We've been here so very long. Has something befallen the old York that has necessitated a new York be built? I wonder why we weren't told." Pete could only stare back at the strange old man. He wondered from what funny farm the old fool might have escaped. Why did he have this odd feeling he know this old man? "I'm from Pennsylvania," said George, following Pete's lead. He could think of no reason to be any more specific. "Pencil Vaneya. I do believe I've heard of that place," smiled Namyllis. "It's not far from here. If I'm not mistaken - I seldom am, you know - the very first pencil was made there years ago. You must be so proud to hail from Pencil Vaneya, Jorgmartn." George shook his head. "I'm originally from California," replied Adam. "Calley Four Knee Ah. I know it not, Admwarnr," replied the old man. "Is your hamlet - or is it a village - east or west of Pencil Vaneya?" "West. I'd guess it must be a couple thousand miles west," "A coppletausend?" repeated Namyllis. "That sounds like a great many, but I know not this distance miles of which you speak. Might that be a long journey?" "I suppose; I wouldn't really want to walk that distance." "Are you from the other side of the Great Marsh? It would be so wonderful if you were. I've never had the good fortune of meeting someone from the other side of the Great Marsh before." Before Adam could reply, a busty young woman bounced, quite literally, into the room. "Daddy! Daddy!" she wheedled. "Why didn't you tell me we had company? If silly old Reltub hadn't let it slip I might have never known they were ever here at all." The three young men stared at the buxom girl who had just entered the room. There was definitely plenty to stare at. She was eighteen... more or less, but probably less. She had pretty blue eyes and the face of an angel. Her silky blond hair flowed down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. And she had a clearly firm and incredibly full pair of boobs of a size that made the Rockies pale by way of comparison. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was on any of their minds. It certainly didn't take her very long to decide what was on their minds. It was so obvious. It was so juvenile. But it was also typical of the young college men they were. Of course, all three of them had also begun wondering how such a totally hot babe like her had managed to get herself stuck out here in the lonely boonies with these two stupid old farts. The girl slinkily approached Adam. "You're really cute, you know. But I'm sure you must already now that," she smiled suggestively. "I am Tulsytsana. As you must have guessed, Namyllis is my Daddy. He can be such an overprotective little snot at times." "What are you talking about?" "Now don't you worry about my Daddy, cutie. I'll talk to him," smiled the girl mischievously. "I can certainly tell you're happy to see me. It's hard to miss that giant oak in your pants." Tulsytsana giggled. "So what will it be, cutie. Do you wanna go to my room and fuck for a few hours or what?" "What?" Adam was clearly confused. "I'm so very sorry," wheedled the busty blonde. "I didn't know you were hard of hearing. But I'm sure you must know I just love that other hard thing of yours." She giggled once again. "I hate to repeat myself, but I'll make an exception for you this time, cutie. The volume of her voice rose. "I will... talk more slowly... and louder... for you. Do you... want to go... to my room... right now... and fuck." "Reltub!" screamed the old man. "I'm quite sorry about this, Master," said Reltub as he reappeared in the room. "I didn't realize she was out here bothering the young gentlemen." "No real harm was done, Reltub. Tulsytsana is ever as Tulsytsana is," replied Namyllis. "Why don't you take my daughter back to her room?" "I don't want to go back to my room, Daddy. And I don't want to fuck Reltub anymore either. He's just too old and boring. He's just not any fun at all." She turned towards Adam. "I really want to fuck this cutie stud here." "Go to your room, Tulsytsana!" "I don't wanna go to my room, Daddy." "Go to your room right this instant! Or you won't get any ice cream." "You wouldn't. You couldn't," gasped the blonde. "I would and I could. You know better than disobey me, young lady." "It's not fair at all. You treat me like a little baby," sulked Tulsytsana. "Oh, all right," she added, knowing all to well her Daddy was such a pain-in-the-ass prick he'd really withhold her ice cream. "C'mon, Reltub. Let's go." She sounded dejected and looked near tears. "But if you fall asleep on me again before I get off, then I'm going to beat the shit out of you." The young men and the old man watched as Reltub led Tulsytsana away. "You must forgive my daughter Tulsytsana," said Namyllis calmly. "She is such a depraved wanton slut. She is so very much like her mother, you know. My recently departed dear wife would be so proud of our daughter today." He began smiling oddly. "But aren't they all just depraved wanton sluts at heart? Isn't that what attracts us to them? What would we possibly do without them?" He looked the three young men over carefully. "Now where were we before we were so pleasantly interrupted?" Pete looked at George. George looked at Adam. And Adam completed the circle by looking at Pete. None of them had a clue what might be wrong with this strange old man Namyllis. Insanity, or perhaps even congenital senility, seemed perfectly reasonable explanations. Either might explain why there were no windows. The old man couldn't get hurt or, more likely, escape where there were no windows. "Are you learned men?" asked Namyllis. "We go to college together," volunteered Pete. "Call Ledge?" replied the old man thoughtfully. "This is, I presume, a place of higher learning?" "We're all working on degrees," said George. "I hope one day to get my Masters and even my Doctorate." "Lofty goals for one so young, Jorgmartn," smiled the old man. Adam, then Pete, yawned. "You are tired. I should have known; I'm being a poor host," said Namyllis. "Reltub!" he commanded and the younger old man was suddenly present, although naked, again. "Take my guests to their rooms, Reltub." "Of course, Master. At once, Master," replied the younger old man. Please follow me, young gentlemen." With that, the older old man vanished. The three young men followed Reltub to their rooms. They were very glad they'd had nothing to eat since lunchtime. Following a naked Reltub with anything in their gullets would have likely been a gut wrenching experience not soon or easily forgotten. Each of them had a room to himself. Each room was spacious and lavishly furnished. The beds were large and soft. Each of the young men undressed and swiftly slid into their warm soft beds. Sleep swiftly followed. *** "Wake up, cutie." Tulsytsana shook Adam's shoulder lightly. "They'll be pissed as hell if they find me in here with you, you know." She kissed Adam's lips hungrily. Adam moaned softly. "I'm sick and tired of fucking that dirty old fart Reltub." "I don't understand," said Adam sleepily. "You're not very bright; are you? Why do I always fall for the dumb ones?" muttered Tulsytsana. "I saw how you looked at me earlier. I wanna fuck you, cutie. I wanna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." "Oh," replied Adam with a widening smile as he stared at Tulsytsana's large breasts. This wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting, but who was he to complain or refuse her offer. She was woman - a lot of woman at that - and he was all man. "So are we gonna fuck, cutie?" she asked. "Or do I go wake one of the others? Either one of them would sure be better than doing it with old Reltub again." "Why don't we let the boys sleep, babe," smiled Adam, as he pulled the busty blonde to him. *** In the morning, Reltub fixed the young men a hearty breakfast. They were glad he was clothed. "I'm afraid the Master sends his regrets this morning," said Reltub. "He can not join us in our morning meal. The Elders are coming." "Elders?" asked George. "There is someone older than you and your Master?" asked Pete. "You seem surprised," replied Reltub. "But then, I was your age once. I even considered youngsters of my current age old then." "Youngsters? Just how old are you, Reltub?" asked George. "On my next birthday, I'll be 217 years old." "You don't look a day over 150," said Pete, not knowing what else to say. "That's most kind of you to say, young gentleman," smiled Reltub. "I think we should be leaving," said Adam. "Why?" asked George and Pete in unison. "I think that would be most wise," said Reltub. "The Elders might not understand your being here. They are distrustful of strangers. I'm sure the Master will understand your hasty departure." The three young men said their goodbyes, once Reltub had led them to the door. Outside, the sun was shining; it was going to be a beautiful day. "You know, it's really strange," said Pete. "What's that?" smiled Adam. "This place doesn't look as old this morning as it did last night." "It's just a trick of the mind and your imagination," replied Adam calmly. "Between the darkness and the thunder and lightning with the storm last night, your mind made things seem different than they actually were." "You might be right about that," replied Pete, as he and Adam passed through the wrought iron gate. "Wow! It just happened again," said George as he stepped through the gate. "Did you guys feel that this time?" he asked. "I'll swear I felt this weird tingling sensation just like I did last night." "It's your imagination, George." Adam took a long deep breath. "It's nice to be out of that place again. I won't be happy until we've put several miles between us and this place." Adam reached into his pocket and took out the keys to his van. "I'll let you drive this morning, Pete," he smiled, as he tossed the keys to his startled friend. "Are you feeling all right, Adam?" queried Pete nervously. "You've never let me drive your van before." "I'm in a good mood," replied Adam, as the three of them reached the van. Pete unlocked the driver's side door. He wasn't surprised Adam had locked it. Even though there had been no one around, Adam had always been a little paranoid when it came to his van. He didn't really believe that story about letting him drive because he was in a good mood. Pete opened the doors for Adam and George. "Why don't you take shotgun, George?" smiled Adam uncharacteristically. "I'll sit in the back." Once they were all inside the van, Pete put the key in the ignition. As he turned the key, the motor immediately turned over. The engine soon purred like a kitten. George looked at Pete. "What's going on?" Pete shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know. There's only one thing I know that puts Adam in this good a mood." Pete's eyes grew wide as saucers. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, as he realized what must have happened. "You fucked that girl last night. Didn't you, Adam?" "What if I did?" replied Adam calmly. "We were their guests," said George. "It seemed pretty damn clear to me that old man didn't want you fucking his daughter." "It wasn't the old man's call," smiled Adam. "She came to me all hot and bothered; I didn't go looking for her. She woke me up out of a sound sleep. She said she wanted me to fuck her, so I fucked her. Don't either of you even try telling me you would have turned her away if she'd come to you instead of me last night." "You're probably right," said George, even as Pete nodded his head in agreement. "There's no 'probably' about it," grinned Adam. "I think I'm going to take a little nap now. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." Adam closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was sawing logs. "Lucky son of a bitch," muttered George. "I know just what you mean," said Pete. "She was one totally hot and horny babe. I sure as hell wouldn't have minded getting a piece of her action last night." *** "Will you please shut up for a moment, Tulsytsana!" screamed Reltub as he paced back and forth in the busty blonde's room. "I can't think with all that noise you're making." However, the girl continued screaming at the top of her lungs, which was something Reltub knew she could easily keep doing for several days. After all, Tulsytsana had a rather healthy and exceptionally well- developed pair of lungs. "What the flaming blazes is wrong with her this time, Reltub?" asked Namyllis, as he entered the girl's room. "I have no idea, Master. She's been screaming madly like this ever since she woke a couple of hours ago," groaned Reltub. "Nothing I've done has done anything to silence her. I've been thinking that one good left hook followed by a solid right cross might work wonders." "I'm glad you didn't strike her, Reltub. It is not our place to administer further punishment to her," said Namyllis. "What might the Elders have done if they'd arrived and found her bruised?" "You're right. I hadn't thought about that, Master," squirmed Reltub. "I have no great desire to spend the remainder of my life as a slimy horned frog." "Nor do I." "We must do something to make her stop screaming, Master. The Elders will not be pleased hearing her scream like a crazed wild banshee." Reltub continued his pacing. "They're very likely to think we're incapable of performing our assigned task of watching her." "I'm well aware of that." Namyllis stared at the screaming girl for several seconds before putting his hand on her forehead. "Relax," he said firmly. "Ohhhh," moaned Tulsytsana, as the room suddenly grew quiet. "At last," smiled Reltub, "Wonderful peace and quiet." "Now, my dear sweet little Tulsy, would you mind telling your loving Daddy what is wrong this time?" Tulsytsana glared angry daggers at Namyllis. "You are not my Daddy, you goddamn fucking ancient fossil." "Well, well. I think that insolent little response answers the question rather nicely, Reltub," frowned the older old man. "I didn't think it was possible, but clearly her identity spell has somehow worn off." "But the Elders told us that was impossible. She can't be him again. It's too early," objected the younger old man. "With the Elders expected within the hour, that stupid spell certainly picked a piss poor time to unexpectedly wear off." "Agreed, but it is said strange things often happen within the walls of this keep. However, there shouldn't really be any problems dealing with this situation." Namyllis looked over at the busty blonde and smiled. "I know the spell; it's a very simple one. It should take less than a heartbeat to set things right again. She'll soon be as good as new once more." He put his hand on the girl's forehead again. "Begone Enoluof. Become Tulsytsana." "That was a spell?" asked Reltub. "It didn't sound like one." "I told you it was a very simple one," replied Namyllis. "The simpler the spell, the less fallible they are." He looked down at the girl and smiled warmly. "Now then, my dear Tulsy, are you feeling better?" "Were you born an imbecile or did you have to take imbecile lessons?" spat the girl angrily. "I don't believe any of this shit. Why don't you simply face the facts here, fossil asswipe? Contrary to all appearances, I'm not your daughter Tulsytsana." "Of course, you're not," agreed Namyllis. "You're actually Enoluof. Tulsytsana is merely a contrived identity created because we simply cannot kill anyone, even the wicked Enoluof you once were. I mean, who would ever believe someone as busty and sex-crazed and female as you could have ever been Enoluof the Violator?" "Why didn't the spell work on her, Master?" "Who or what is an Enoluof?" asked the girl. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't remember being the evil and wicked black warlock Enoluof the Violator?" asked Namyllis with great caution. "Of course I don't remember anything like that, you old fossil. Why should I remember anything so goddamn stupid?" "This is most strange." Namyllis scratched his scraggly whiskered chin. "You deny knowledge of Enoluof. And you've also denied being Tulsytsana. This form was given you since it was one well-known to excite Enoluof. Ironic, isn't it? He would have definitely lived up to his name with you if he hadn't become you first." After a moment of looking for something in one of his pockets, Reltub held out a small crystal towards the busty blonde. "Oh, oh," he sighed. "Master, I think we have a really big problem here." Namyllis went over and looked at the small crystal in Reltub's hand. "Oh holy monkey dung!" he swore. "Just how the hell did you get into that body, Admwarnr?" "You really don't need to ask her that, Master," grinned Reltub sheepishly. "There is just one way that one of those young gentlemen who were here earlier could be in her body now. That was one of the reasons we were stuck out here in the middle of Nowhereland far away from everyone else." "I don't believe it. How could you possibly do something so stupid, Admwarnr?" snapped Namyllis. "If you wanted to have sex with the wanton slut that badly, then why didn't you just tell me, or even Reltub, so I might have provided you adequate protection?" "Hey, don't yell at me. Having sex wasn't my idea," objected Adam. He wasn't about to tell them he'd more than willingly accepted her into his bed. He'd been known to fuck a slut or two in his life, but they didn't need to know that. "I was sound asleep in my bed minding my own business, when your horny little bimbo slut came strolling into my room looking for a little hot and heavy one night stand. I sure as hell didn't expect to wake up in another room this morning. And I definitely never thought I'd wake up stark naked with this long blonde hair, these tits the size of mountains, and this damp itchy pussy." "You speak in strange terms. Admwarnr," said Namyllis. "I told the Elders that spell they used might have unusual side effects, but they dismissed my concerns as they usually do. They said the possible side effects wouldn't matter as long as we kept her at the keep away from all others." "Unusual side effects?" asked Adam. He crossed his arms under his large breasts. "These are unusual side effects?" "Of course. What else could you expect?" asked Namyllis. "Are you not aware of the risks and perils of unprotected sex? That girl craved sex; it was an integral part of the spell. Did you not notice? As she was under enchantment and you were unprotected, you took a stupid gamble and clearly lost. Your bodies were swapped as a result. She is in your body now, just as you now inhabit hers." "Well go get her so you can swap us back," demanded Adam. "I want my own body back." "I'm afraid that is easier said then done," said Reltub. "Your two friends and he who be she we never anticipated might become you during the night have already left the keep." The younger old man looked at his crystal again. "It makes no sense, but I'm also afraid the orb can detect no trace of them nearby." "That's okay. I'm sure I know where they must be headed," said Adam. "They're probably heading straight for our dorm room." "Dormroom? Just where might that be, Admwarnr?" "It's back at the college, of course. Where else would it be?" "Where else indeed?" replied the older old man. "You mentioned this Call Ledge last night, but I've not heard of it before. Where might this Call Ledge of yours be, Admwarnr?" "It's in the valley on the other side of the hills to the west." "To the west?" Namyllis suddenly paled. "There is no valley the other side of these hills to the west," replied Namyllis. "There is nothing west of those hills but the start of the Great Marsh." "That's impossible," snapped Adam. "The college has been there a hundred years. It was founded in 1904." "1904?" Reltub stared at Namyllis. "How can that possibly be, Master?" Namyllis slowly shook his head, then looked over at Adam. "I take it from what you've already said that 1904 is one hundred years in your past, Admwarnr. Unfortunately, that one small fact explains much." "Would you mind clueing me in on this secret of yours?" "It's not really a secret, my lady Admwarnr," said Namyllis. "You may or may not believe this, but the 1904 that is one hundred years in your past is also over eight hundred years into Reltub's and my future. This is currently the year of our Lord one thousand, one hundred, two." Adam's mouth dropped open. "1102? How can that be possible?" "Another of the many mysteries of this keep most likely," replied the older old man calmly. "It must, however, be a rare event. I suspect the fault might lie with a confluence of storms - the one here in our time and the other in yours - that in some manner opened a temporal gateway betwixt your past and our future." "Is it still open?" "That is not very likely, Admwarnr. The gateway most likely closed once three returned from whence three originally came. That would explain the orb's inability to find them. Their return would have balanced past with future and future with past once again." "You're saying I'm stuck here... in this body." "For the moment," replied Namyllis. "Once the Elders have come and gone, Reltub and I shall do all we can to help you regain your body and return to your own time. Recapturing Enoluof should be easier in this future time of yours. Encased within your body, even though male once more, he shall possess very limited power - far less than he ever wielded here." "What are we going to tell the Elders when they get here, Master?" "Nothing, if possible. Otherwise, as little as possible," replied Namyllis. "That would be our best course of action. They wouldn't be real happy finding out that Enoluof has escaped." "If they're that powerful, then maybe I could ask them for their help getting my body back and returning to my own time?" suggested Adam. "I would advise against that, young lady," replied Reltub. "You are as culpable as we are in this matter. You therefore share the blame for Enoluof's escape. The Elder's are not now, nor have they ever been, an overly forgiving lot." "They might be somewhat cute, but I have no great desire to become part of a herd of wandering woolly wombats, if indeed three wombats might actually be construed as constituting a herd of wombats," added Namyllis. "However, given your current physical state, I suspect they'll make certain you become one extremely fertile woolly wombat with a pouch that is always full, Miss Admwarnr. They'll see to it that we don't remain three in number for very long." "I don't think I like that idea at all," gasped Adam, as he slowly slid his hands along the still unfamiliar curve of his thin stomach. "I didn't think you would." "I think I have a plan, Master." "Let's hear it, Reltub." Namyllis looked over at Adam, who had become preoccupied with sliding his hands slowly over his newly acquired flesh. "Do you wish to hear the plan, Admwarnr?" "Of course," replied Adam, suddenly feeling guilty that the old men had seen what he'd been doing. He didn't even know why he'd been doing it. All he really knew was that rubbing his tits had just felt so damn good. "It's pretty simple really," began Reltub. "The Elders are expecting to find Tulsytsana here. We still have her body." "That's an absolutely perfect idea, Reltub!" exclaimed Namyllis. "I'm very surprised I didn't think of that myself." He turned to face Adam. "We can't possibly do this without your help, Admwarnr. Since your neck is on the line as much as ours are, I'm assuming you'll help us with this." "With what?" Adam was clearly puzzled. He wondered if something was wrong with him. "I haven't got the faintest idea how you're planning to fool these Elders of yours." "But it's so obvious, young lady." "Not to me, Reltub." "You already have her body, Admwarnr," explained Namyllis. "To fool the Elders, you only need to think and act as Tulsytsana would think and act." "Yeah right. I could never impersonate her," said Adam. "There's not enough time to get things right." "That is very true, Admwarnr," said the older old man. "However, a simple impersonation wasn't what we had in mind. Something like that would never fool the Elders for a moment." "They'd just look into your mind and discover you weren't Tulsytsana," added Reltub. "Then they'd look even deeper and see that you weren't Enoluof either. After that, we'd all be simply be up to our armpits in fecal ostrich matter." "I have no burning desire to be a silver-haired maggot, Admwarnr," said Namyllis. "Do you?" "Of course not. Who the hell would?" shivered Adam. He wasn't too pleased with any of the images his mind was creating. "But what can I possibly do to prevent something like that from happening?" "It's actually very simple. Not only would you need to think and act just as Tulsytsana would, you would also need to believe you were Tulsytsana." "Is that possible?" asked Adam nervously. He was already convinced he wouldn't like the answer to that question. It wouldn't be an option unless it was possible. "It's a very simple spell," smiled Namyllis. "It would simply push your Admwarnr male thoughts into the darkest recesses of your mind and then fill that void with the female thoughts of Tulsytsana." "They won't have any reason to look deeper into your mind once they know you think you are Tulsytsana," added Reltub. "Is this spell reversible?" asked Adam nervously. "I'd hate to save my butt only to find out later I had to remain a wanton slut for the rest of my life." "There are worse things you could be than a wanton slut. The gimpy two- headed platypus springs to mind," replied Namyllis. "Of course, the spell is totally reversible unless you were to get pregnant. You shouldn't have to worry about that since the contraceptive spell is firmly intact. Besides, have I not already told you that Reltub and I would help you regain your true body as well as return you to your own time? How would we do that if you knew not that you were Admwarnr?" "Okay. I suppose it will be all right." His naked breasts heaved as he sighed. Neither old man missed that fact. They might have been older than the surrounding hills, but they certainly weren't dead. "What do I have do?" "Just sit there and relax." Namyllis put his hand on Adam's forehead for a moment. "This adjustment should only take a few minutes," he added as he removed his hand. Adam shook his head sending his blonde swirling about his head. He felt a little light-headed. "Who are you?" asked Namyllis. "Adam Warner," replied Adam in a far more sensual tone of voice than he'd ever used before. He also wondered why he felt so odd all of a sudden. "Why didn't it work, Master?" "Have patience, Reltub. I've decided a two-step approach would be our best approach here. It's easier to apply and easier to remove later," replied the older old man. "Even as we speak his sense of self is slowly changing from the young man he was to the young woman she is." Adam cradled one of his large breasts. "I'm starting to feel really funny." He didn't exactly know why he was doing what he was doing, but he wasn't about to stop doing it either. Caressing his sensitive breasts just felt too damn good to ever want to stop. "It's too bad you silly old farts don't have your own boobies, you know. You'll just never now how good having big boobies feels otherwise." "Boobies?" puzzled Reltub. "What is she talking about, Master." "I have no idea." Namyllis turned to Adam. "Just what are these 'boobies' you're talking about, Admwarnr?" Adam stared at the older old man. "How can someone as ancient as you not know what boobies are?" He stifled a giggle. "How about tits?" The old men shook their heads. "Or knockers?" The result was the same. "Or maybe gazongas?" "Knockers? Gazongas?" repeated Namyllis slowly. "You have a odd way of expressing yourself, Admwarnr." "That must be because he's from so far into the future, Master." "Probably," replied the older old man. "However, nothing that's been said explains what boobies are." Adam put his hands on his hips. "I hope I never get as senile as you old dimbulbs when I get to be your age." He felt like giggling, but managed to hold it back. "Didn't your mothers ever tell you anything when you were boys?" He took one of Reltub's hands in one hand and one of Namyllis' hands in the other. "I wouldn't do this for just any old fart, you know. These are boobies," he said simply, as he placed their hands on his tits and held them there. "Isn't this just so nice?" he smiled. "These are my boobies, you twin fools. What do you call them?" "Breasts," replied Reltub. "Breasts? How perfectly silly of me?" smiled Adam mischievously. "How could I have ever forgotten that some people call them breasts?" His smile widened. "But then, if I had, you two would never copped this quick feel of my boobies. I'll bet you were just playing with me. I'll bet you dirty old men knew what boobies were all along." Adam looked at Reltub. "You have really nice soft hands." Turning to Namyllis, he added, "You, on the other hand, should do something about all those rough nasty calluses." After releasing the old men's hands, Adam went over and stood before the full-length mirror. He'd never seen it before - he hadn't even been in this room before he'd awakened - but he somehow knew it was there. "I'm a blonde," he said wistfully, while running his fingers through his silky golden locks. "I've got blue eyes." He'd always liked blue- eyed blondes before. And the one in the mirror was very definitely hot. Somehow, his being one now, just seemed so right to Adam. "Blondes have more fun, you know," he smiled. "I didn't know that," said Reltub. "Did you know that, Master?" Namyllis shrugged his shoulders. "You old fellas don't know poop; do you?" Adam's gaze returned to the mirror. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he really liked what he saw. "I'm one totally hot babe. Don't you think so?" "Babe?" asked Reltub with a quick glance at Namyllis. "Totally hot?" "You know," grinned Adam. "I'm a babe. I'm a really hot fox." And yet, even though it was obviously true, something just didn't seem right about that self-description to Adam. "Master, she's at it again." "What do you mean by 'babe' and 'fox', Admwarnr?" asked Namyllis. "Clearly whatever you are thinking of is not what we think of." "Duh!" replied Adam. "You senile twin farts have really got to quit living in the past and get on with the program, you know." Adam began giggling; he couldn't help himself this time. "The terms 'babe' and 'fox' refer to any hot sexy girl." Adam shook his head. Something just wasn't right about this, but he had no idea what it might be. "I see," mused Namyllis. "I take it you think you're a girl." Adam glared daggers at the older old man. "You're such an imbecile, you know. I don't just think I'm a girl, you dirty old man. I know I'm a girl," she replied. Adam didn't really know why she'd thought something might be wrong with her. There was simply nothing wrong. Except for being trapped in this room with these two dirty old farts, everything was just right as rain. "Do you know who you are?" "Of course, I do, you silly old man. I'm Adam Warner," she snarled, even as she casually swept her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Who the hell did you think I was?" "Why didn't it work, Master?" "It's working perfectly. Phase one is now complete." "What are you damn old farts talking about now?" snapped Adam. She had the funny feeling they were talking about her. She didn't like it when people talked about her behind her back, even if they were standing right in front of her. *** "I think there's something wrong with Adam," said George, after checking to make sure his friend was still sleeping. "He's not acting like himself at all. He's been looking at the most ordinary things almost as if he'd never seen them before." "Even though you always think something's wrong with him, I really have to agree with you this time. I saw how he looked at some of those girls where we stopped for lunch," agreed Pete. "If he'd acted on any of his obvious thoughts, they would have locked us all away and thrown away the key." Pete took a quick glance over his shoulder. "I think it's a real good thing Adam's sleeping right now." "I know what you mean. I wouldn't have said anything if he were awake. He's been acting so weird, who knows what he'd do. We must be really careful and on our guard whenever we talk about this with him around." "Those old guys must have done something to him." "I don't think it was those old guys, Pete. If they did something to Adam, then why didn't they simply do the same thing to us? Why would they have let us leave their creepy old place?" "I hadn't thought about it that way, George. But if it wasn't those old guys, then who was it?" "Isn't it obvious?" "You certainly can't mean that busty blonde bimbo slut," replied Pete. "All she wanted to do was fuck Adam. You heard her; she was certainly loud enough about it. I doubt she was capable of thinking about anything other than sex. She couldn't have possibly done anything to Adam." "I'm not so sure about that," said George. "It must have been her. It couldn't have been anyone else." "What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious, Pete?" "Nothing's obvious anymore." "What was different about last night?" "I don't know. You tell me, George." "Adam got a piece of ass last night. We sure as hell didn't," grinned George. "Adam's gone totally spacey on us. We're perfectly normal." "Oh shit," groaned Pete. "You're absolutely right. It must have been her somehow." *** "Are you sure this is working, Namyllis?" asked Adam, as she swept her blonde hair out of her face. "I don't really feel any different now than I did before. As far as I can tell I'm still the same girl I've always been." Reltub shot a quick puzzled look at Namyllis, who simply smiled back. The younger old man found it difficult to believe how very different the actions and mannerisms of this girl were now in comparison with the way they'd been a few minutes before. Reltub doubted that anyone not knowing the truth would ever be able to even consider she'd once been male. The older old man was pleased with how well this plan had worked so far. Admwarnr now firmly believed she was a girl and she was most convincing in that role. It shouldn't be very long before she also believed she was Tulsytsana, which would prevent the wrath of the Elders from falling on all three of them. And once the Elders had gone on their way again, Namyllis would simply reverse the process and return control of the female body to the original Admwarnr's male mind. I was all so simple. But first things first. There was no need for him to get ahead of things. Namyllis placed his hand on Adam's forehead again. "What do you think you're doing?" snapped Adam. "Only what must be done, young lady," replied Namyllis. "Now just relax again. This won't take long at all." Adam shook her head slowly as the older old man slowly pulled his hand away from her forehead. She felt an odd momentary surge of dizzying disorientation, but it swiftly passed. "Do you know who I am?" asked Namyllis. Adam glared angry daggers at the older old man. "Of course, I know who are," she snarled back. "Why wouldn't I know who you were? You're Namyllis," she spat. Almost as if she were processing new data, she unexpectedly paused for just a moment. "You are also my Daddy." Her blue eyes burned with anger as she glared at the man with undisguised contempt. "You are also a pompous and overbearing old windbag, as well as an ancient overprotective old snot. You're a selfish old meanie who withholds my ice cream just so you can get me to do what you want and have your own way." "She's certainly got you pegged cold, Master," smiled Reltub. Namyllis said nothing. It didn't matter what this girl thought of him. It only mattered that she thought of him just as Tulsytsana did. But Adam wasn't quite finished; she had a few more things to say. "You always keep me from having any visitors. Whenever any boys come around you send them away without ever telling me they've come by." Adam continued glaring at the older old man. "If you'd been a nicer and a better Daddy, then you would have let me fuck at least one of those young man that came by last night. I really wanted to fuck one of them. But I'm sure you knew that, Daddy. That must be why they left so early this morning. That one was just such an adorable little cutie." "It's working, Master," smiled Reltub. Namyllis said nothing. He had no need to say a word. Very clearly, Tulsytsana's thoughts had now taken firm control. "You shouldn't laugh, Reltub," snarled Adam. "I haven't forgotten you, although I'd certainly like to forget everything I ever knew about you. You're the only male - I hesitate to call you a man - that Daddy allows to fuck me. You're just so old and decrepit. Your old wrinkled body is sure as hell nothing to write home about. You always go out of your way to find new ways to disappoint me." Reltub said nothing and was glad when Namyllis did the same. Her words had hurt him. He had always tried so hard to please her. What more could she possibly expect of him? "Do you know who you are?" asked Namyllis. Adam turned and glared at the older old man. She felt light-headed for a moment, but felt better once she'd shaken her head. "Of course I know who I am, you miserable old selfish snot." She shook her head slowly once more. For just a moment, her blue eyes glazed over. "Who do you think I am now? How many times must I remind you that I'm your daughter Tulsytsana and not some lowly servant?" She placed her hands on her hips and calmly stared at the older old man. "Of course you are my daughter, my little Tulsy," smiled Namyllis. He no longer had any of those small lingering doubts that this was going to work. She had now become the perfect doppelganger for the escaped girl. No one - not even those coming Elders - would ever suspect that this Tulsytsana was really Admwarnr, or once male. "How are you feeling now, dear Tulsy?" "All right, I suppose, Daddy," pouted Adam, who now considered herself Tulsytsana. She'd never really liked being called Tulsy; it seemed so demeaning somehow. She plopped onto her bed. "I really wish you would have let me fuck that cutie last night. You know how I am when I get one of my urges." "I know perfectly, my dear," replied Namyllis. "At times I wish you had more self-control." However, this simply didn't happen to be one of those times. There was still one more item that needed to be addressed before the Elders arrived. "Are you having one of your urges now, Tulsy dear?" He didn't really need to ask the question. He'd already seen to that little detail. Tulsytsana had begun gently caressing her breasts. That always made her feel better whenever she began feeling restless. "I guess so," she reluctantly admitted. "I really need to get fucked as soon as possible, Daddy?" Namyllis smiled. "That is one of the reasons why Reltub is here, my dear." Reltub was pleased his Master hadn't forgotten him. He hoped he could please this new Tulsy as much as he had the real one. "Reltub?" frowned Tulsytsana. "Do I have to do it with Reltub again?" She sounded so disappointed. "Why don't you go out and get me a real man, Daddy?" Reltub looked crushed. However, as Tulsytsana looked over towards the forlorn little Reltub, she started feeling a little sorry for him. It wasn't really his fault he was so ancient. One day she might even be that old herself. It might not even be his fault that he was impotent most of the time. And poor old Reltub had never once been mean to her. She didn't really know why she was being so mean to him now? "You might want to put some clothes on," said Namyllis. After turning towards Reltub, he told him. "We should get ready for the Elders' arrival, Reltub." "I suppose," replied Reltub half-heartedly. "Can Reltub stay a little bit longer, Daddy?" Reltub smiled at the thought little Tulsy wanted him to stay. He could only wish that meant what he hoped it meant. "For a few minutes, I suppose," smiled Namyllis. "If that's what you want, Tulsy." "Of course it's what I want, Daddy," replied Tulsytsana, even though she wasn't exactly sure why she wanted it. After a little thought, she'd simply concluded that doing it with Reltub was better than nothing... not too much better, of course, but better just the same. Besides, who else was there to do it with? She thought there might be a small chance that one of the Elders coming to visit might be younger than Reltub. Her Daddy would never be able to object if one of the Elders wanted to jump her bones. But she didn't really think she could wait that long. She decided she'd just have to make do with old Reltub. "Why don't you come over and sit by me my little telav?" Encouraged by her sudden use of a term of endearment, Reltub rushed to Tulsytsana's side. He was feeling quite pleased with himself when she kissed his cheek. "I'll leave you two alone," grinned Namyllis. However, before he left the room, he gave Reltub a proverbial shot in the arm. It was another simple spell, but it would make certain he had sufficient stamina to bring Tulsytsana to orgasm at least once and possibly even twice. It just might have aroused far too much suspicion in the Elders - even they weren't that stupid - if some slight scent of Admwarnr remained about Tulsy. Getting fucked by the temporarily invigorated Reltub would thoroughly mask any remaining trace of Admwarnr. "Take me, Reltub!" screamed Tulsytsana, as Namyllis shut the door. "But I sure as hell hope you don't poop out on me again." "Don't you worry about that, my dear Tulsy," whispered the older old man from out in the hall. "He's about to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." He was quite pleased that nothing now remained to endanger the plan. Or for that matter, his own continued survival. *** George and Pete were still worried about Adam - and constantly growing more so - as they pulled into their parking spot at the dorm. Adam had slept most of the way back, which was unusual. The only real exceptions had been the stop at the burger joint at lunchtime and the last few minutes since they'd arrived back on campus. In both places, Adam had stared at the girls he'd seen with this totally odd and indescribably wicked gleam in his eyes. He'd figuratively undressed several of the more attractive girls he'd seen. And it certainly appeared as if he also wanted to literally undress them and then some. They were both convinced that whatever had affected their friend last night was steadily growing worse by the minute. They simply had no idea what they could do for him, since they had no clue what might be wrong. They hoped the campus doctor might have a few ideas. "Let's go find us some women," grinned Adam. "There are plenty of them around just waiting for me. It's been such a long time since I last laid a woman." "What are you talking about?" asked George. "You laid that dimwitted busty blonde last night." "That damn bitch doesn't count." Adam's grin grew wider. "You'd never understand why." "Why don't you take Adam up to our room," suggested Pete. "I don't wanna go to our room," snarled Adam. "I want... I need... to find a woman. After so long, I have my needs, you know." "They'll be plenty of time for chasing girls later, Adam." "I intend to do more than just chase them, George," grinned Adam. "However, you might be right about chasing them a little later. I'm hungry. When are we going to eat?" "I'll go get us some pizza. It has been a long time since lunch." Pete had also decided to fetch the campus doctor along the way. He, or she, should be able to take a look at Adam and discover what was wrong with him. "Sounds like a plan. Pepperoni and lots and lots of cheese would be great," grinned Adam. "Once we've eaten, we can go find us a few uninhibited women." "Sure, why not?" replied Pete calmly. He wondered why Adam suddenly thought getting a girl or two would be so easy for them. Most of the girls had never been too interested in them before. It certainly couldn't be because they were dweebs or nerds or anything like that, because they weren't. But on the other hand, none of them were exactly high on most girls' most wanted lists either. "I won't be very long," he told them as he turned to leave. However, as Adam and George headed towards their dorm room and Pete went towards the campus medical office, Pete wondered why he had this strange feeling he shouldn't be leaving them alone. But what could Adam possibly do to George? Even as strange as he was acting, Pete couldn't believe Adam would ever hurt their friend. They'd all known one another for years. *** Namyllis was beginning to wonder if he'd given Reltub too big a shot in the arm. It had been well over an hour and he hadn't seen him since he'd left them together in Tulsy's room. In a way that was good. After all this time, there couldn't possibly be any lingering scent of Admwarnr about her. It had also kept Tulsy totally occupied and out of the way. Everything had been so peaceful. However, Namyllis wasn't overly happy at having to prepare everything for the Elders' visit himself. That was Reltub's job, not his. Why had Reltub been given the responsibility of designated fucker anyway? Namyllis was - had always been - a little annoyed that he'd been stuck into the role of that slut's daddy. After all, he was the Master here. He should have been given a choice. He had his needs too. Maybe when the Elders left, he could work on that little detail first before restoring the mind of Admwarnr. Fortunately, the damn bitch can't get pregnant. The Elders would be pissed if that were to happen. They didn't really want to find out if her children could be inherit that power Enoluof had wielded - even though he was now trapped as Tulsytsana. That was why they'd slapped the contraceptive spell on her once he'd become a girl. Of course, now that Admwarnr was Tulsytsana there was another far more important reason for her not to get pregnant. He was glad Admwarnr hadn't thought to ask him about it. Her pregnancy would not only destroy the wall he'd placed between their minds; it would also irreparably merge them. It was a good thing the contraceptive spell was still firmly in place. There was a knock on the outer door. Namyllis looked around the room for a moment. He wondered if he should open the door - another of Reltub's many duties - or not. The arriving Elders might not be pleased if he opened the door. It would show a total disregard for the proper etiquette of the situation. He had thoughts of being turned into a three-legged, twin-tailed goat. Abruptly, Reltub was standing at the door. "Shall I allow them entry, Master?" "Where's Tulsy?" "She's asleep, Master," smiled Reltub. "Can you believe it, Master? I wore her down to a frazzle," he beamed proudly. Realizing Reltub would be next to impossible to live with for at least a month - or the next time he disappointed Tulsy, which was likely to be a lot sooner - Namyllis slowly shook his head. "Open the doors. Let the Elders in, Reltub." Once Reltub had opened the door and greeted the Elders, he brought them inside to meet Namyllis. As soon as he saw them, Namyllis knew they meant big problems. He recognized these two Elders immediately - anyone who was anyone would have - and realized there was bound to be trouble before they left. When he'd been informed that a pair of Elders would be visiting, Loof and Norom were not the ones he'd been expecting. They seldom traveled anywhere anymore and yet here they were together. If any of the Elders had a chance of spotting this little deception, it would be Loof or Norom. Would they even have any chance of success at all now that those two particular Elders were present together? Namyllis wondered how long it would take him and the others to get used to being giant plaid penguins. "Damn. You weren't kidding at all about them being Elders," said a sexy voice from behind him. "You know, I thought Reltub and you were really ancient old fossils, Daddy. But these two guys make you look like a couple of mere infants." "Why me?" mumbled Namyllis. *** "What do you think is keeping, Pete," snarled Adam. "It can't take this long to pick up a couple of simple pizzas." "It might," replied George. "You never know how bad the lines are going to be over there this time of day. Don't you remember that time we waited for over an hour before we could place our order." "We never did that," snapped Adam. George began feeling nervous. "It must have been someone else; I could have sworn it was the three of us." "It wasn't." Adam looked out the window into the quad. "There are some real good-looking dames down there. Why don't we go down there and ask them if they want to join us? I really could use a woman right about now." "We should still wait for Pete." Adam's use of the word 'dame' bothered him. "I don't see why." Adam looked at George and suddenly frowned. "You shouldn't really try to trick me like this, old buddy." "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to trick you." "Of course, you're not," grinned Adam. "I suppose that's why Pete's on his way over to the campus hospital to see one of the campus doctors instead of getting a couple of pizzas like he said he would." George had no idea how Adam even knew where Pete had gone. They'd been so careful not to let Adam overhear them. "Where did you ever get a lame idea like that?" "Lame? An intriguing concept," grinned Adam. "However, I'm afraid there's nothing really lame about it, George. I read it in your mind." "How can you possibly read my mind?" "It's very simple. You're more or less an open book," replied Adam. He snapped his fingers. "There's no real sense in having unwanted visitors show up. Is there? Pete's now standing in line at the pizza place." "I told you that was where he was going." "You certainly did," smiled Adam. "It just wasn't true before." George stared at Adam. "Of course, it was true." He didn't know why Adam thought he was lying about Pete going to get pizza. If he were going anywhere else, George didn't know anything about it. "You're confused. Aren't you, George?" grinned Adam. "That's too bad." "How would you know if I'm confused or not?" asked George defiantly. He had no clue why Adam thought he was confused. "That's very easy. It's just like I told you before. I read it all in your mind." "How can you possibly read my mind?" "Ah ha, deja vu strikes again. Don't you just love it?" Adam's grin widened. "I told you before - you just sort of forget when I changed Pete's destination from hospital to pizzeria - that you're open book to me." "You can't read minds, Adam. It's impossible." "Of course, I can read minds. It would have been impossible for the old Adam to read your mind, but I certainly can." "What do you mean the 'old Adam'?" "I'm really surprised at you, George. Didn't you and Pete have it all figured out earlier?" Adam smiled at George. "Adam got a piece of ass last night. We sure as hell didn't," said Adam in a perfect imitation of George's voice. "Adam's gone totally spacey on us. We're perfectly normal." Adam paused for another moment. "Oh shit," he groaned in a mock Pete voice. "You're absolutely right. It must have been her somehow." George stared at his friend in disbelief. "What the hell did she do to you last night?" "She didn't really do anything. Other than having sex or thinking about having sex, she wouldn't have known how to do anything to anyone," smiled Adam. "If you want to blame anyone for anything, blame those stupid damn Elders. I just got lucky in a game of Russian roulette. The little slut didn't even know that having sex with that unprotected fool would result in them swapping bodies. And then, a simple little spell kept her asleep until shortly after we left. As much as he enjoyed himself last night, I really hope your friend enjoys being a blonde wanton slut for the rest of her life." "Are you saying you're Tulsytsana?" "I'm surprised you can pronounce it correctly, George. But then you're always chock full of surprises." Adam walked over to the window. "Actually, my name is Enoluof, but you can call me Adam now. I really like that name. It's simple and fits into this time frame so much better." "This time frame? What do you mean by 'fits into this time frame'?" "That's right, you don't know about the temporal dislocation. We're currently nine hundred years into the future of the past we woke up in this morning," replied Adam. "I'm never going back there. Nobody from the past will ever find me here." He looked out the window and smiled again. "There really our some great looking broads here. I'm sure I'll be very happy and perfectly content here." He looked out the window again. "Now there's one really hot looking babe. And she's got a friend too. Why don't we go down there and say hello, George?" "We should wait for Pete and the pizza." "I suppose we should," replied Adam calmly. "We did tell him we would after all." A smile slowly formed on Adam face. "You know, George. I know how much you like surprises. I hope you like this one." "What's going on?" asked George, his voice quivering. He felt really strange. "It's a little surprise for you, George. Just enjoy it." George didn't have the faintest idea what was happening to him. He could feel parts of his body being squeezed together, while other parts seemed to be expanding. He wondered if this was how a tube of toothpaste would feel getting squeezed. His waist had noticeably slimmed and his butt had just as noticeably expanded. His short brown hair had quickly grown out to the middle of his back. It also tickled the tops of his boobs. Boobs? How could he possibly have boobs? "What are you doing to me, Adam?" George didn't like the sultry sound of the lilting soprano voice that came out of his mouth. Nor was he overly impressed with the short skirt that barely covered his thighs. It was also tight enough to show anyone who wanted to look that George was now unquestionably female. Even the bikini top that clearly highlighted his newly grown tits disturbed him. "How do you like your little surprise, George?" smiled Adam. "Now I can have myself a woman, while we remain here waiting for Pete's return." "Fuck you, asshole," snapped George. Adam simply smiled. "That's kind of what I had in mind, good-looking. Your room or mine?" he replied. "Only you're going to get to be the fuckee this time. I've definitely had more than my fair share of getting fucked recently." "You're not fucking me, shithead," snarled George. "Even in your wildest wet dreams that's never going to happen in your lifetime." "I wouldn't want to wager on that, George. I've lived a long time." Adam looked at the girl George had become for a moment. "What do you have to say about that now, George," he grinned slyly. "Let's go to my room, Adam sweetie," smiled George, even though he really didn't want to and didn't know why he'd even said it. "I'm so hot and horny right now. I really need you to fuck me as soon as possible. If we don't get started right away, then Pete's gonna interrupt us as soon as he returns with our pizzas." "I wouldn't worry about that at all, George dear," smiled Adam. "I'm sure Pete won't return until after we've finished." Adam put his arm around George's waist. "I also hope you won't really mind how I've redecorated your room." *** Having paid for the pizza he'd just ordered, Pete had the strangest feeling he should have been somewhere else at that moment. But he couldn't imagine where that might be. After all, he'd told Adam and George that he'd go get some pizza. And that was exactly what he was doing. For some reason, he was still a little worried about leaving George alone with Adam. He had no idea why Adam was acting so strangely today. Pete was also convinced that Adam would never knowingly hurt George. The three of them had been friends since grammar school, but there were too many times that Adam simply failed to consider all