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Turbulence: Back to School By Julie O Edited By Amelia R. Background: Returning from a business trip, Roger Lyons was pulled into a world of magic when he became the unwilling partner in a body swap with Iona Beddau, a lovely twenty-one-year-old woman who had magical powers. He became Iona permanently due to a car crash that killed the original Iona, who was still in his body. The new Iona has inherited the magical powers of her host body. For the complete story read the earlier Turbulence stories. Chapter 1 I cuddled closer to my boyfriend, Bill. It was early morning and we were awakening after a lovely night together. Since the body swap, I had learned to curb my magically heightened sexual appetite, although I wasn't always successful. I hadn't seen Bill the entire week and when he'd called me up the previous night I'd immediately driven over to see him. I pressed closer to Bill and he leaned over and kissed me. "Good morning, honey." I considered myself very lucky to have Bill in my life. I wasn't exactly a normal girlfriend. Bill knew everything about me and we were still together. Actually, I'm not giving him enough credit. First off, I used to be a man. To be more precise, I was an old friend of his. We had served together in the navy. Second, there was fact that I had magical powers. Thankfully, Bill worked for a woman who, like me, was blessed with gifts of magic. I was still discovering my full potential and that was sometimes a problem. I also had been cursed with an exceptionally high sex drive by a man named Keir, who was now serving a long sentence as a goat for violating the laws of magic. One of the good things about my body swap was that it wasn't just a physical change. Mentally I had changed. Granted that psychologically I wasn't completely female, but I wasn't all male either. I had inherited some of Iona's personality and it had merged with my original being to produce the woman I was today. Oh, don't get me wrong, I was far from feeling totally comfortable with my new life, but I was happy, and I guess that's what that matters most. "So what was the important topic that you wanted to talk to me about last night?" I asked. Bill had called me and told me that he had something important to talk to me about. All he would tell me on the phone was that it was magic related. Bill was an assistant DA in San Diego, however he was also assigned special cases involving magical violations, since he was aware of the magical community. "You mean before you seduced me?" asked Bill. "Seduced you? I seem to remember that you were the instigator last night," I replied with a giggle. "That's only because you placed a spell on me," replied Bill with a laugh. I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I've never had to resort to such cheap tricks with you!" "You've got that right, honey!" I felt my sense of arousal growing, and fighting my carnal desires, I shifted the conversation away from sex. "Is everything okay?" I asked, turning to face Bill. "Okay, business before pleasure. Have you ever heard of magically enhanced drugs?" he asked. I shook my head. "I avoid all drugs, with the exception of alcohol." "I want you to do a little studying on them. They've been turning up in a couple of the local high schools," continued Bill. "What do they do?" "The one we've detected is like ecstasy, but more intense. The kids call it Euphoria or X-2. It allows the user to see sounds, taste emotions, hear colors, things like that," described Bill. "From what I've read, isn't that what the non-magical drugs claim to do?" I asked. "True, but these drugs really do allow the user to enter a new plane of reality." "What's the down side?" I asked. "From the actual experience? Nothing." I stared back at him. He was holding back something and was waiting for me to ask. Bill liked to practice his courtroom tactics on me from time to time. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch?" I asked. "The person who makes the drug steals some of the essence of the user." "Their essence?" Bill nodded. "We're aware of five cases so far. They all used the drug several times, which is how we've detected the drug." "What did they lose?" I asked. "Two of them now have lower IQs. Two others lost years off their lives, and one lost his masculinity," stated Bill. I sat up in bed. "Tell me more." "I can give you complete files of each case. One of the two who lost intelligence had been an honor student. She's now a B student, and the other is now enrolled in special education classes." "Go on." "A seventeen-year-old girl was recently hospitalized with several broken bones. The doctor diagnosed her with premature osteoporosis. He stated that she had the bone structure of a woman in her eighties. The other teen died of a heart attack." "Teens sometimes do have heart attacks," I remarked. "Not like this. It was heart failure. The rest of his organs were also worn out. That's how the doctor described them." "And what about the last one?" "Average build teenage boy. In less than a month, he had developed B-cup breasts and hip growth. His penis is now less than an inch and his testicles are gone. His hormone levels are consistent with those of a girl in puberty." "And all of the teens showed residual magic?" I asked. Bill nodded. "They all matched." The use of magic leaves a trace that can be detected. Each spell has a very specific trace. The fact that all five teens had the same residual trace showed that their symptoms were related. "We think the drug dealer is stealing the teens' essences to enhance his own life." I nodded. "I've read a little about theft spells. They only aid the person casting the actual spell. So it makes sense that it's a man doing this." "Or a couple," added Bill. "You've been studying!" I remarked. "Part of my job," replied Bill with a grin. "So what do you want from me?" "The DA was very pleased with the way you detected the Agdistis cult." "I didn't do that good a job. I got you turned into a girl," I replied. Bill smiled. "I got better." I smiled at the reference to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, one of our favorite movies. "What does she want?" Bill grinned. "How do you feel about going back to high school?" I stared back. "What?" Chapter 2 "You want me to go back to high school?" I asked. "We want to put someone in the school that four of the students attended," replied Bill. "Why not send in a cop? Haven't you done that with conventional drug dealers?" I asked. "Yes, we've done that a few times. However, we don't have the time or money to place an officer in deep undercover. There's also the complicated magical side to this case. We presently only have three officers who work the magical cases." "I don't exactly look like a teen." "Kayla says that she has a spell that will turn you into a teen, at least physically," replied Bill with a smile. "You already spoke with Aunt Kayla?" I asked. Bill nodded. Aunt Kayla, actually the original Iona's aunt, had been vital to my transition. She had helped me adjust to both my femininity and my powers. In many ways she was like a mother to me. "Just my looks, right?" I replied. Bill nodded. "She says that it's totally reversible." "Good. I'd hate to have to grow up again. Starting over at twenty-one was bad enough," I stated. "Does that mean you're saying yes?" I smiled. "It means that I'm not ruling it out. I'd like to read those files and talk to Aunt Kayla first." Bill stared back at me. "I know this is a lot to ask of you. You've been through a lot in the past year or so." "How long would I have to be a teen?" I asked. "At least two months, maybe until the end of the school year," replied Bill. It was presently February, and that meant I might have to endure high school until June. "Will I at least be a senior?" "Yes, the other teens were all seniors." "I'm not looking forward to dealing with horny teenage boys," I bemoaned. "Hey, it will be tough on me too. An assistant DA can't be seen dating a high school senior!" "Oh, great! Now, I'll be jailbait!" We both started laughing. Bill leaned over and kissed me and I pushed the idea of being a teen out of my head for a while. Chapter 3 I sat down at my desk and opened the students' files. None of the teens were aware that the drug had magical side effects. Their problems had been blamed on a variety of causes, ranging from diseases to known drug side effects. Amelia, a doctor who was also magical, had interviewed all the students. I started with the teens that now had lowered IQs. It was amazing how fast their intelligence had dropped off. According to the file both teens had admitted to taking the drug, called X-2, three times over the previous month. The girl who was now a B student remembered first trying it at a party. She couldn't remember who gave it to her. Neither could the male teen who was now considered mildly retarded. I switched to the file on the girl suffering physical problems. She had attended a different school, but had a cousin at the school the other four attended. She took the drug four times. After the first dose, she felt slightly fatigued. After the second dose, she felt aches in her joints, which was then diagnosed as arthritis. She said that she took the drug two more times to escape her pain. Presently she was in a private clinic, receiving around-the-clock care. The last case was the boy who had been feminized. He'd been a gymnast and from his photo looked like a very fit young man. I looked at a photo from his yearbook and he looked very muscular. I then looked at a photo taken just three days ago. I wasn't sure if he was the same person. He now appeared very feminine. His once muscular body was now soft and had the curves of a young woman. The changes had occurred over a three-week period. The doctors thought that the boy had cancer or some sort of blood disease. The boy was now at home receiving treatment. None of the teens could remember exactly who gave them the drug, but all had taken X-2 at least three times. Apparently they didn't make the connection between their changes and the taking of the drug. I wondered if the drug blocked their perception of change. The students apparently knew each other, but none were close friends. There had to be a connection, but the files didn't show any. I knew that San Diego, like many urban areas, had underground parties, but all the teens denied attending them. I was positive that they were lying, or worse, had their memories blocked by the drug or the dealer. I sat at my desk and began to think about the cases. While I had only been exposed to the magical world for a short time, I had seen and experienced how it could be abused. My hand ran around the invisible tattoo that was just above my vagina. It gave me my increased sexual urges and had been the reason why the original Iona had swapped bodies with me. The file stated that the effects of the drug might possibly be reversed, but it would depend upon finding the exact spell being used and the person casting it. So, if I agreed to become a high school student, I would have to first find students using the drug, and then find who was the supplier. I headed down to the garden to see Aunt Kayla. Chapter 4 She was sitting out in the garden, relaxing after her afternoon counseling session. The smell of Earl Grey tea filled the air. I sat down next to her. "Smells good." "I figured you'd be down. Let me pour you a mug," replied Aunt Kayla with a gentle smile. A large gray cat jumped up on my lap. I began to rub Tully's head, as the cat settled in my lap. "Thank you." "I assume you have some questions," she stated, as she poured the tea. "If I get into the group that has access to X-2, I may be forced to take it. What sort of effect would the drug have on me?" "Amelia isn't sure. She's researching it now. Usually magically enhanced drugs don't work on us. Although, depending on the spell, sometimes the effects are more intense than for the non-magical. However, your tattoo should protect you from the secondary spell. They won't be able to steal any of your essence." I nodded as I sipped my tea. "What sort of a person would do something like that?" "It might not be a person," replied Aunt Kayla, as she poured milk into my tea. I stared back, trying to see if she was kidding. "What do you mean?" "Haven't you heard of a succubus?" "They're real?" I asked. Aunt Kayla shook her head in mock disgust as she stirred her tea. "Really, Iona. I thought you were keeping up with your studies. Go get the green-bound book from my study. It's on the third shelf, next to the book on trolls." I didn't argue and retrieved the book. Tully immediately returned to my lap after I sat down. "Open the book to chapter six," instructed Aunt Kayla. "Not all are monsters -- well, not physically monsters. They steal from others to enhance their own lives. One problem with this is that the effect isn't permanent and it's addicting." I started to read. The book confirmed what Aunt Kayla had just said. It mentioned that the spell could be cast in many ways, but was most powerful when delivered in liquid form. "How is X-2 taken?" I asked. "Amelia is still researching that. She suspects it's either in a pill or a liquid, maybe both." "Whoever is dealing this stuff can't give the essence-stealing X-2 to everyone, he'd be overwhelmed. Maybe the drug is taken as a pill and the spell is a liquid, used as a chaser. That way he can be selective on who he's robbing," I stated. "Very good, Iona. You have been studying after all," complimented Aunt Kayla. I smiled back. "So tell me about the teenager spell. Bill said it will turn me into a teenager." Aunt Kayla nodded. "The spell changes you physically. It takes about eight hours to change you completely, so you would take it before going to bed." I nodded. "And I can be changed back without any side effects?" "Yes. It's a very safe spell. It affects only your appearance." "Will I still have my powers?" "Yes. The spell is also easily reversed." "Good. I couldn't wait to grow up the first time. I don't want to be stuck as a teen." "Well, at least you can share some stories with your old friend back in Washington. What was her name again?" "Beth. Oh, she'd love this!" I started to laugh. Beth was an old friend from my navy days. Back then, Ben was a fellow officer. Through an equally weird set of circumstances, my old friend Ben was now a teenage girl. We had run into each other and had traded e-mails and phone calls, discussing our changes. "Does that mean you're going to do it?" asked Aunt Kayla. I nodded. "Never saw it any other way." "We'd like to start soon. Can you take a break from your college classes?" I nodded. Another benefit of my transformation was that my intelligence was enhanced. I probably could finish my undergrad studies in less than a year, but Aunt Kayla had recommended that I take my time. She felt that it would help my adjustment to my new life. "Yes. I wasn't taking an overly difficult load this semester and I'll just take them over the summer to catch up." "Good. I'll talk to the DA. She'll be very pleased that you've volunteered to help." "Will I still live here?" I asked. "No. The school is up in Rancho Bernardo, but we have a really nice person in mind, who'll be playing your aunt," replied Aunt Kayla. "Who?" Aunt Kayla smiled. "Why, your Aunt Amelia!" "Really? That's cool." "This will allow her to observe you and study any evidence you acquire." I nodded. "The DA's office is working on your biography. I expect we'll see it in a few days." Chapter 5 I spent the rest of the day reading the book. Tully was asleep on my desk. Every now and then she would wake up and assume a better sleeping position. The first thing I learned was that while most succubuses were female, there were rare examples of males having the same abilities. Technically, a male was called an incubus. I also learned that they could transfer the essences they've stolen to others. They sometimes used others to assist them in capturing victims for the essences they desired. Sometimes those helping did so willing in exchange for enhancements, such as strength, intelligence, or beauty. At other times they used unknowing assistants. The succubus controlled them without their knowledge. Leaning back in my chair, I thought about the person who was doing this. So far the students had lost youth, intelligence, and masculinity. The reasons for the thefts could have been to benefit the actual thief or thieves, or they could have stolen them for someone else, or they could have done it for revenge. I re-read the files on the teens. There was nothing that stood out about any of them. The male who was becoming female was an average student. He was involved in a few clubs, but wasn't overly active in school life except for gymnastics. One of the girls who had lowered IQ had been a cheerleader. The teen who died had been in the band. The boy who had lowered IQ had been an average student who seemed to only care about skateboarding. There didn't seem to be any connection. From my previous tour of high school, I remembered how clannish my classmates were. There weren't a lot of crossovers among the groups. I wondered how these teens were connected, that is, if they were. Maybe they were just selected at random? I thought about how I might detect the students who were taking the drug. I had the ability to sense people in distress, and I had a crystal that allowed me to increase my range and power. I was a little concerned about wearing it at the school. I had used it at college and it was overwhelming, I suspected that high school would be worse. It would be very difficult to screen through all the normal teen angst to try to figure out which students were on X-2. I picked up a file on the high school. It had only opened three years earlier and was located in one of the bedroom communities north of San Diego. The students mainly came from the new housing developments that had sprung up along I-15. Another new student wouldn't seem that out of place. There was no real town up there. The hangouts appeared to be the local strip malls and the teen clubs, which were as new as the houses. Maybe that's why the dealer had selected this school. There were no roots. There was no heart there. My mind drifted and my memories of high school came creeping back. Like most people, I initially thought about the good times. But as I stretched my memories, I began to realize that the good times weren't really that good, and there were many things that weren't that pleasant to recall. I began to realize why I had skipped my previous reunions. I wondered if this would just be a waste of time. The school population was pretty big. The senior class had over five hundred students. What were the chances that I would fall in with the group that was exposed to the drugs? The idea of spending four or five months in high school without finding the dealer was depressing. Still, I knew that I couldn't give up. I stared at the photos of the feminized boy and I knew that I would have to do this. Chapter 6 "Do you have any photos of Iona when she was a teen?" I asked Aunt Kayla. She was sitting out in the garden reading a patient file. "Yes. I should have shown them to you sooner," she replied. She closed the file and excused herself. A few minutes later she returned with a photo album. I sat down next to her on the arm of the chair. "I know there are a few of Iona in here from her high school years," stated Aunt Kayla. I always felt a little strange looking at photos of Iona. It was my face, but it wasn't me. I had some of her residual memories; nothing solid, just that sometimes something seemed really familiar, a taste or a smell. I knew that they weren't from my past. Aunt Kayla's voice snapped me out of my daydreaming. "Okay, here's one of her. I think this was the homecoming dance." I stared at the photo of Iona in a short black party dress. She looked so happy. "I imagine that you'll look like this," continued Aunt Kayla. The photo she was referring to showed Iona in a short denim skirt and red top. Her long red hair was also very curly. "When was this taken?" I asked. "I think it was during the fall of her senior year of high school." "She looks shorter," I commented. Aunt Kayla looked at the photo. "You may be right. She had a late growth spurt right after high school." I nodded. I wasn't all that happy about being 5-8; I was less than enthused about being even shorter. "Her breasts look the same size," I continued. My mind shifted to how I was obsessed with several girls in my high school class who were big breasted. I shook my head and cracked a smile. "This isn't good." "You'll do fine. Remember, my dear, that you'll still be an adult in mind." "Yes, but I'll still have my elevated sex drive." I let out a long sigh. I thought about the multitudes of horny high school boys and I cringed slightly. "You'll be okay." I sighed again. "When do I start?" "In two weeks. There're a few things we need to arrange first, like your new identity and past." I nodded. "Cool. That will give me time to talk to my academic advisor." "How is this one?" asked Aunt Kayla. "Well, she hasn't tried to make me one of her minions, so I guess that's an improvement," I laughed. I had recently helped to break up a strange cult that my previous academic advisor had created using an ancient Greek statue. (Read Turbulence: The Next Chapter for the complete story) Aunt Kayla smiled back. "Fiona has been working on your history." "So, she knew that I'd do this too," I remarked. "Of course!" I nodded. "I hope the girls can get along without me." "Tully will be upset and will be a terrible pest, Bran will act like she doesn't care, but she will sulk even more than she normally does." I laughed. I had become attached to both cats. "Well, I'm going to give Beth a call. I need an intell report on what is acceptable teen behavior these days," I stated. "Intell report? That's the first time you've slipped into your old navy talk in a while." I nodded. "Probably because I was thinking of my old Navy buddy." "I just want to say how much everyone appreciates what you're about to do," stated Aunt Kayla. Chapter 7 I was able to catch Beth at home that evening. Calling back east is always a bit tricky, and it required the right timing to catch her at home, but not call too late. We talked about her recent birthday party and how she was now car hunting. "Well, if you're going to be in a suburban neighborhood, you definitely need to have your own car. You will be a real outcast otherwise," explained Beth. "Cool. At least I won't be totally without freedom," I replied. "Trust me, I know what you mean." We both laughed. "Beth, can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Do you still dream that you're Ben?" There was a momentary silence. "Sometimes. I was genetically altered to accept my transformation, but there are times when I dream that I'm male. What about you?" "Sometimes. It's weird. I accept, more or less, that I'm a woman, but sometimes I yearn for my old life." "So your transformation wasn't complete?" "No. My personality sort of merged with the original Iona's." "But you see yourself as a woman sexually, don't you?" "Yes. Being with Bill feels so normal and right. It's just those passing moments that I wish I was back to being Roger." "Do you think that this will fade over time?" "It has already. Part of me doesn't want it to. I liked being Roger and I don't want to lose him entirely." "Sounds like you've adapted more than you're willing to admit," commented Beth. "I notice that you refer to Roger as separate person." I laughed. "For an eighteen-year-old, you're pretty smart." "I'm wise beyond my years." For the next hour we talked about high school. Beth told me all about fashion, fads, language, basically the works. After talking to her, I felt more confident that I could fit in. Beth also told me that she might be able to help us narrow down any suspects. She had been working part-time for an agent who headed a department that hunted Internet predators of teens. Beth felt confident that the agent would help us if we requested it. After talking to Beth I checked the clock and was tempted to call my sister, Jenny. I decided it was too late and that I would call her the following evening. Chapter 8 The next day I spent the morning with my advisor. I explained that I had to go out of town to take care of some family business. My advisor was very understanding. She accessed the summer schedule. I was pleased to see that I could easily make up the lost time. When I returned home, I was pleased to sense that Amelia was with Aunt Kayla. My ability to detect other people had grown stronger. When I concentrated at it, my range of detection was now almost a half-mile. I rarely used it like this, unless I wanted to bug Bill! I had also learned to make it more selective. I could screen out casual acquaintances and people like that. Until I'd learned to do that, life on campus was awful. I was constantly being alerted to people. The best way I can compare it is to imagine getting dozens of instant messages simultaneously when you aren't even online. As expected, I found them in the garden. "How did everything go at school?" asked Aunt Kayla. "Good. I'll be able to catch up over the summer," I replied. "So, what's my cover?" Amelia laughed. "Fiona is still working out the fine details, but basically I'm your mother's sister. You're living with me as your mother has been assigned to duty overseas." "Doing what?" I asked. "She's a doctor and a reservist in the army." I nodded. That made sense and would explain my sudden transfer to San Diego. "What about good old dad?" I asked. "He divorced your mother when you were two," replied Amelia. "Your mother reverted back to her maiden name." "Bastard!" I quipped. Amelia laughed. "I should have the full file this week. By the way, do you want to know your new name?" I hesitated for a second. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that." "Your new name will be Carly Taylor." I ran the name over through my head. Carly wasn't too bad. "So what's your name?" "Oh, I'm still Amelia Taylor." "Hey, that's not fair!" I replied with a smirk. "Do you mean your real last name is Taylor?" Amelia nodded. "I thought it would be something more exotic," I stated. Amelia laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you." "Amelia will still have her practice to look after," stated Aunt Kayla. "So do we have a home yet?" I asked. "Yes. I have a townhouse in the school district. My stuff should be moved in this week. Thanks to some help from Kayla and Fiona, my neighbors will think that I've lived there for the past two years," replied Amelia. "The complex is new and no one will raise an eyebrow when you move in." "Can someone explain why we can't use magic to detect who has been dealing the drugs?" I asked. "We tried. Whoever is doing this is either using a blocking spell, or else they're non-magical," explained Aunt Kayla. Not all spells required the person casting them to have powers. When this happened it was harder to detect them. "Of course. So we still have no idea what we're looking for?" I continued. "The jury is split on this one, Iona. The authorities believe it must be a true succubus or an incubus; Amelia and I disagree. The essences being taken are too selective. Also, in most cases involving a true succubus, the creature steals the same kind of essence. They'll usually attack dozens of victims, stealing the same essence, as if they were feeding on it. We've seen three very different types of essence stolen so far," explained Amelia. "A true succubus will only attack men, likewise a true incubus will only attack women. We've seen attacks on both males and females. That either means we're dealing with a hybrid or multiple creatures. I believe we're dealing with one. They're mainly solitary hunters." "A hybrid?" I asked. "Sounds like a mutant." "That description is just as accurate. Just like all animals, they can intermix with others. Over time they can mutate. A hybrid could feed on both male and female essences," explained Aunt Kayla. "They're rare but not unheard of." "They're also more dangerous," added Amelia. "Looks can be very deceiving." "How?" I asked. "One might look like a small girl, yet have the strength of a weightlifter," answered Amelia. "What will it look like?" I asked. "They will look human, but overly perfect. They will not have any flaws," replied Amelia. "They're also very arrogant. That's a trait that a non-succubus human would likely also have. By now they've violated numerous people, and the sense of invulnerably will be high," added Aunt Kayla. "That's good to know. So they wouldn't suspect that someone was hunting them?" I asked. "That's right. But keep this in mind, Iona. If they suspect that you're a threat, they won't hesitate to try to kill you," stated Amelia. "I've been studying my defensive spells. Will they act the same on a succubus, or an incubus for that matter?" "Most spells are effective against them. A true succubus is a primitive creature compared to humans, and is more susceptible to magic than physical harm," answered Aunt Kayla. "Good." "Now a mutant may not react the same. Your spells might have no effect on them whatsoever," added Amelia. "Any more good news?" I joked. Aunt Kayla gave me a stern look. "Now remember, your mission is to detect whoever or whatever is behind this. You're not judge, jury, and executioner," reminded Aunt Kayla. "On the other hand your spells might have a stronger reaction," added Amelia. "I know, but it's good to know that I'll be able to defend myself, should the need arise." We spent the rest of the day talking about what spells would be most successful. I was pleased to hear that one of my favorite spells would be very effective. It was one I had used against the cult, and it froze the person in place. I had been practicing it and had improved my strength. I could now cast it on more than one person at a time. Chapter 9 That evening I drove over to Bill's place for dinner and an evening of passionate lovemaking. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before I became jailbait. "The DA is very pleased that you've volunteered for this case," stated Bill. We were cuddling on his couch, sipping champagne. "Something has been bothering me; how come Aunt Kayla is so involved in the case?" I asked. Bill cocked his head to the side. "I'd rather you ask Kayla directly, but let me just say that she's a consultant for our office in cases like this." I nodded. "Thanks, that makes sense." Bill excused himself and retrieved a shopping bag from his office. "I bought you something nice. I know that we won't be able to see each other as often once you go undercover." I smiled and took the bag from him. Inside was an extremely sexy outfit -- a stunning hot pink v-neck baby-doll with a matching thong. There was also a matching silk kimono wrap. "Oh my!" "I thought you'd look fabulous in these," remarked Bill. "Really... I don't suppose there would be any harm in trying them on," I replied in a sly manner. "Here, let me help," stated Bill as he reached over to begin unbuttoning my top. Bill really got hot when he undressed me. It had become a major turn on for him. Normally I didn't mind, but tonight I was feeling mischievous and in a flash I cast the freeze spell on him. "I'm a big girl, Bill. I think I can undress and dress myself." Bill's eyes were fixed on me. I had once been under this spell myself and it was very frustrating not being able to move. I giggled and began to slowly undress in front of him. Button by button I opened up my blouse, exposing my breasts. I moved closer until I was only a few inches from Bill's face. I then reached behind my back and undid my bra. I removed it and pressed my breasts closer to his face, until I was almost touching him. I pulled back, but stayed in his field of vision. I unsnapped my jeans and slipped them slowly off. Next I pulled my panties down. I posed naked in front of Bill. I stretched out right in front of him. "Now, what should I wear? Oh, these look nice!" I picked up the baby-doll and held it on front of my naked body. Without another word I slipped it on. It fit perfectly. I then picked up the thong and slowly pulled it up my legs. I topped it all off by putting on the kimono. I paraded up and down in front of him, bouncing my boobs and wiggling my butt. "This looks great! What do you think?" I asked as I turned to Bill. I ran my hand across his cheek, as I sat down and cuddled up close to him. By then I figured he had suffered enough and released him from the spell. "Now, are you hot and bothered enough?" I asked in an innocent tone, as I batted my eyelids. Bill shook his head and a big smile grew on his face. "I guess I asked for that. But please promise that you'll never do that to me again!" I leaned over and kissed him softly. He pulled me closer and we began to kiss passionately. In one sweeping motion, he stood up and pulled me up into his arms. Without a word, he carried me to the bedroom. I let him undress me this time. Chapter 10 The next morning I made Bill breakfast. I did feel a bit guilty for casting the spell and wanted to make it up to him, not that he was angry with me! Over scrambled eggs and bacon we talked out the case and how it would affect our lives. "I hope I can catch the dealer quickly," I stated as I reached for a piece of whole-wheat toast. "I doubt we will be that lucky. I imagine you'll have to be at the school for a while. It will take a while for the other students to trust you," stated Bill. I nodded. "You're right. I was just trying to be optimistic." "Take your time and do this right. I know this is just high school, but we've had officers hurt during undercover operations. The sense of betrayal can lead to very violent reactions by the suspects. That applies in cases with and without magic." I smiled back softly. "Thank you." Bill smiled back. "Okay, you're right. I'm worried about you. You're the woman of my dreams and I love you deeply." I bit my lower lip and my eyes suddenly got all watery. "That's the sweetest thing you've said to me!" "I mean it." Bill leaned over and kissed me again. He gave me a sly grin and I nodded back. He stood up and took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. Chapter 11 I arrived back home a little after noon. Aunt Kayla was in with a patient and after greeting the cats I went up to my room. I immediately noticed that my answering machine was flashing. I checked the count and saw that I had six messages. I pressed play and heard my sister's voice. "Iona, please call me as soon as you get in," stated Jenny's recorded message. The time on the message was nine the previous night. All the messages were from her and the last one was an hour ago. I quickly picked up the phone and dialed her number. "Iona, thank God you finally called," remarked Jenny. "What's wrong?" I asked, a growing feeling of dread in my belly. "There's no easy way of telling you this, little sister, so brace yourself. Dad died last night." I froze. "You okay?" asked Jenny. "What... what happened?" I stammered. I found it hard to breathe. I felt a feeling of loss throughout my entire body. I felt so weak and helpless. "Heart attack. He was at work. Apparently he had a massive heart attack. They tried CPR, but he never responded," explained Jenny. I felt tears running down my cheeks. "You still there?" asked Jenny. "Yes. How's Mom?" "She's a wreck, but she'll survive. Pete is flying in. Also Aunt Rachel arrived this morning, she's been a godsend," stated Jenny. Rachel was my dad's younger sister. She lived in Cleveland and worked in the front office for the Indians. "That's good," I replied. I looked around for a box of tissues. I fumbled for a tissue and wiped my eyes. "How're you doing?" "I've cried a lot and will cry a lot more." "I wish I could be there," I stated and the tears started again. Of course I couldn't; I was just the woman who had been with Roger when he was killed. I had no place at his father's funeral. All the feelings of loss came rolling back. I sat down on my bed and pulled my knees close to my chest. "I know, Iona. I wish you could be here too," stated Jenny. I sensed that she was hiding something. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," replied Jenny. I blew my nose. "No, you're not telling me something. Please, Jenny, tell me!" Jenny let out a sigh. "I know this isn't the right time. Actually I was going to never tell you this, but Mom blames you for Roger's death." I gasped. I had never thought that my present self would be blamed for my own death. "What about Dad?" "No, he just considered your death to be bad luck," answered Jenny. "Honest?" "Of course. Come on, we've shared enough in the past year," she replied. "You're right. Thanks. I miss him. I miss all of you," I blurted out, as the crying got more intense. "I know, little sis," comforted Jenny. We talked for another hour. She had to leave to help with the funeral arrangements. She promised to keep me informed as much as possible. I hung up the phone. I sat there numb for a moment. I glanced at the old family photograph that I had on my nightstand. I picked it up and stared at it. It had been taken only three years ago. It was taken at Mom's birthday party. I stared at the photo and began to sob. I collapsed on my bed, pulled a pillow close to my chest and cried. I had known that this day would come, but that didn't make it any easier. Chapter 12 A few minutes later, I heard a soft tapping at my door. I looked up and saw Aunt Kayla walk in. "I sensed something was wrong," she stated softly. She sat down on my bed and put her hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong, little one?" I told her and she pulled me close. The floodgates opened up and I began bawling again. She comforted me and held me close. I heard her soothing voice. "Let it out, dear." After a while I regained composure. She handed me the box of tissues. "Thanks." "I wish I had some words to say that would make you feel better," she stated. "I just appreciate your shoulder to cry on," I replied. "I can't believe he's gone. He was so strong." "It's all part of nature. It was his time. I know that may sound cold, but it's the truth." "No, it makes more sense than anything else. I just hurt inside. I miss him and my family. I love you and Fiona, but...." Aunt Kayla smiled and put a finger to my lips. "I know, my dear, you don't have to explain. You loved him and you're going to be in great pain over his loss. It'll take time to get over this. I'm pleased to see that you're not trying to hold in your emotions." I cracked a slight smile. "I don't think that holding in my emotions will be a problem." She nodded. "You want to be alone, or would you like to come down and have some tea?" "Tea? That sounds good." We walked downstairs. She had her arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to tell you some stories about my dad." "I love to hear them, little one," replied Aunt Kayla. Chapter 13 The next few days were rough. I found myself crying at the slightest thing. I went online and found my dad's obituary. It was quite long and impressive. There weren't any surprises in it. Still there's a sense of cold reality when you read an obituary of a family member or friend. I printed out a copy. Dad had led a pretty good life. I re-read the summary of his life over and over again. Each line brought back stories that I had heard many times. I had loved it when Dad told his sea-stories of his time in the navy. He had been a naval aviator, until he hurt his back in a hard landing on his aircraft carrier. He'd recovered, but the navy refused to let him fly again. So, he became a maintenance officer for aircraft. This led him back to Columbus where he became the head of the maintenance department for a major airline. While Dad never pushed me, or my younger brother, Pete, to join the navy, I knew he was proud. I could still picture the look on his face when he first saw me in my uniform. The memory started the tears again. Jenny called and told me that instead of a standard funeral service, they were having a memorial service. It would give Dad's friends and family a chance to stand up and talk about him. It made sense, Dad hated the standard funeral rituals, and he always got his way. She went on to tell me that, in accordance with his wishes, Dad would be cremated and his ashes would be spread out over the lake where he loved to fish. She said that they would spread them over the lake after Labor Day. Dad loved to fish then, as the crowds were gone. I thought that was pretty cool. After the service, everyone would be going to his favorite restaurant. Dad had stated that he didn't want some depressing ritual and wanted people to remember his life and not his death. The restaurant was a neighborhood steak house. We'd eaten there often and the staff was almost like family. I pictured the place jammed with family and friends, toasting Dad, and trading stories. I was glad that my dad's final wishes were being observed. My not being able to attend really hurt. Oh, I understood the reasons why I couldn't attend, but that didn't help. Jenny promised to send me a copy of the memorial service. They were taping it for some of our family members who couldn't make it back to Columbus. Aunt Kayla, Amelia, and of course, Bill were fantastic. I couldn't have survived without them. They did their best to help me through it all. Amelia asked me if I still wanted to go through with the undercover operation. I vigorously stated that I wanted to do it more than ever. I told her I needed something to throw myself into. Amelia stated that she would change my cover story. Instead of my mother being stationed overseas, my fictional parent will have died suddenly. "You can't hide your grief, Iona, nor should you. Since you insist on doing this mission, we might as well incorporate your mourning into your character," stated Amelia. I nodded. "Thanks. Now at least I won't have to pretend to hold in my feelings." "If it makes it any easier, we can change the story to make your parent your father. We can state that your mother died many years ago. I can be your aunt on your father's side." "That makes sense. Thank you for being so understanding." I gave her a long hug. The new story would allow me to be more honest with my new classmates. Chapter 14 "The service really was wonderful, Iona. The owners of the place closed it to the public and we had it all to ourselves. Dad would have loved it," stated Jenny. It was now a week after Dad had died. Jenny and I had talked every day. I think we both needed to talk about it. "I know he would have," I replied. "I'll send you a tape as soon as we get the copies back," continued Jenny. "Oh, I also have some more family photos for you." "Thanks." I then told her about my upcoming undercover mission. "You mean that this weekend you'll become a teenager?" asked Jenny. "Yes. I'll be seventeen again," I replied. "Promise me that you'll send me some photos!" she replied. "I can't wait to see you as my real little sister!" She started laughing. I joined her and it felt good to laugh again. "I will. Oh, I'll also send you my new e-mail address and phone number." "Cool. I feel good knowing that Amelia will be looking after you," replied Jenny. We talked for another hour. I felt very lucky that I had some contact with my family. "Jenny, do you think Mom would accept me and what happened to me?" I asked hopefully. There was a long pause. "No. She's still rather conservative in her beliefs. She wasn't all that pleased about Dad's service either. She wanted it to be held in the church, with a full service. I don't think she would take well to knowing her children have magical powers," replied Jenny. "But she should also have powers," I argued. "She does, but they are too repressed. Amelia did a very covert exam of her the last time she was out here. Mom may have noticed her powers when she was a child and repressed them. I guess it would be pretty scary if you didn't know what was happening." "True, it would also explain a lot," I replied. Mom had always seemed overprotective of us, especially Jenny, while we were growing up. "I think telling her now would be too big of a shock," continued Jenny. "I agree." "Oh, I may be out your way this spring. I have a show in La Jolla," stated Jenny. Jenny was an artist, and since the awakening of her powers her art had blossomed. She made the most incredible pottery and had started to move into glass blowing. "That's cool. I definitely want to attend!" "You may not be old enough!" quipped Jenny. We started laughing again. The topic shifted to Bill. "How's he taking your age reduction?" asked Jenny. "He supports it, although he isn't too happy about our separation," I replied. "What about you?" "I'll have my vibrator!" "Ohhh, little sister, you're so bad!" This time the tears were from laughing so hard. After she regained her composure, Jenny changed the topic. "I hope you're going to invite me to the wedding." "We're not ready for that," I replied. "Bull. You and Bill are deeply in love, you'd be foolish not to become a couple!" "You're right. I'm not pushing him, but I would love to be his wife. He's been wonderful about everything." "It'll happen," reiterated Jenny. "When it does, I want you in my wedding party," I replied. Jenny laughed. "Sorry, little sis, but that has to be the last thing I ever thought that I'd hear from your lips!" I joined her again in laughing. Chapter 15 "Your sister is something else," stated Aunt Kayla. "I know," I replied proudly. "Amelia is ready for you to move in. When do you want to start?" "I want to be with Bill one more time," I replied with a grin. "Okay. But I want you to abstain from sex twenty-four hours prior to the spell being cast. You'll need all your strength to recover from the transformation," instructed Aunt Kayla. "Will it hurt?" I asked. "No, but you will be weak and a little sore afterwards. Don't worry, the discomfort will quickly pass." I nodded. "Afterwards, we'll need to take you shopping. You'll need a whole new wardrobe," stated Aunt Kayla. "Cool. Bill told me that we can submit the bills as a business expense," I replied. Chapter 16 Bill and I spent our last night together for a while. We went out to dinner in the Gaslamp District in downtown San Diego. "Croce's! I'm impressed!" I stated, as we walked towards the popular restaurant. "Nothing but the best. Besides you look too good to take anywhere else," replied Bill. He then kissed me. I was wearing the standard little black dress and a matching shawl. The dress looked like it was poured over my shapely body. Okay, I have to admit that I loved the way I looked. My high heels clicked on the sidewalk as we walked inside. The sounds of jazz were drifting out of the bar and it only added to the atmosphere of the evening. We kept the dinner conversation light and fun. We both knew that there was some danger in what I was about to do, but neither of us felt it was necessary to bring it up. After we ordered, a very expensive bottle of wine was delivered to our table. It came with a note. It was from the DA, who wanted to send a token of her appreciation for what I was about to do. "When do I get to meet her?" I asked, as I savored the wine. "She wants to meet you, but she has to be careful. I'm thinking Kayla can invite her over some evening after this is all over," replied Bill. That was the closest we got to the topic of the mission. After dinner we had a drink in the lounge. We sat at the bar, drinking brandy, listening to jazz, and drifting deeper into each other's eyes. It was one of the most romantic moments in my life. I half expected to see Humphrey Bogart walk in. "You ready to go?" whispered Bill, after we finished our drinks. I just smiled and nodded. Instead of heading to our car, Bill led me toward the US Grant Hotel. "I took the liberty of reserving us a suite for tonight," stated Bill, as he slipped his arm around me. A short time later, Bill was slowly undressing me out of my little black dress and no, I didn't freeze him. In fact, our lovemaking was quite torrid! Chapter 17 Two days later I was sitting naked on the edge of my bed. Amelia and Aunt Kayla were standing in front of me. Amelia was holding a goblet filled with a lavender colored liquid. "What does it taste like?" I asked. "Judging from the ingredients, it should have a mild spicy flavor," replied Aunt Kayla. "Now, after you drink this, you'll feel very sleepy. I expect you'll be asleep in less than five minutes." "Sounds simple enough," I replied. I let out a long sigh. "Okay, let's do it." I took the goblet from Amelia and sniffed it. There was a slight aroma of spice. I raised it to my lips and began to drink. It wasn't that bad and was able to get it all down in one try. I handed the goblet back to Amelia. "I guess the next time I talk to you I'll be your niece Carly," I stated to Amelia. "That's Aunt Amelia," she replied with a smile. I held back a yawn. "Do I have to?" My eyelids were suddenly very heavy and I yawned again. "Good night, Iona," stated Aunt Kayla, as she and Amelia helped me under the covers. "Night," I replied. I was soon in a deep sleep. Chapter 18 I slowly woke up. As I stirred, I became aware of the changes, and I instantly knew that the spell had worked. I stepped out of bed and stood in front of my mirror. My body was slightly sore, but it wasn't that bad. I stared at myself in the mirror. The spell had definitely worked; I was now a teen. First off I was shorter, at least two inches shorter. I was a bit heavier, especially in the hips. No, I wasn't fat, but my whole body was softer. My muscle tone was decreased. Now, don't get me wrong, I still had a hot body. My breasts were still large; in fact they looked larger on my shorter body. I cupped them in my hands and let out a long sigh. My face wasn't that different, it just looked younger, softer. I had been carded many times since I became Iona, and kind of laughed it off. But there was a big difference between being perceived as being young and actually being young. It all hit me. I could drive a car, with restrictions. I couldn't vote or drink. I was also considered a minor by the law. "Shit," I exclaimed. My new voice caught me off guard. It was much higher. That would take some getting used to! "Hello. Testing, testing, one, two, three... testing," I stated as I tried to get used to my new voice. I twisted around and studied my new body. I would definitely be driving some teenage boys wild. For some reason that made me happy; I shook my head in an attempt to get that out of my head. Getting dressed was a challenge. Thankfully my bra still fit, even though I had to adjust it. My panties were tighter, confirming my larger hips and butt. I knew that none of my jeans would fit. After a few attempts, I found a dress that fit. I then realized it was one of the old Iona's leftovers. The short blue dress was a good fit. I found that none of my shoes fit, as my feet were a little smaller. I found one pair of sandals that I was able to adjust enough so they wouldn't fall off. They didn't quite match the dress, but I had no choice. I was about to leave my room, when I suddenly felt the urge to put on makeup. Now, normally I just used a touch of makeup, unless I was going out with Bill. I sat down at my makeup table and began to study my face. I felt strangely naked, and began to apply my makeup. Even though I was doing my face heavier than normal, it looked really good. I even used eyeliner, which I almost never used. I wondered if the spell had other effects besides the physical ones. I gave myself another look and was pleased with my appearance. I headed down to see Aunt Kayla and Amelia. Chapter 19 "Well, you look cute," exclaimed Aunt Kayla. "Please tell me that this is reversible!" I replied. "What a sweet voice too," added Amelia. I stared back and felt my face turning red. I couldn't believe it, I was actually pouting. "Yes, Iona, I mean Carly. The spell is totally reversible," answered Aunt Kayla. "I thought you said that the spell would only change me physically," I stated. I then described how I felt different. "That's true, but I've read where this spell does sometimes have side effects." "Nothing permanent, right?" I asked. Amelia shook her head no. "What can happen is that the longer you're in the teenage state, the more your personality will match your age." I groaned. I hadn't counted on that. "We can change you back," stated Aunt Kayla. I shook my head. "No, that's okay. On the bright side, it may make me blend in easier." "You sure?" asked Amelia. I smiled. "No. But let's give it a shot. Just remember if I get an attitude, it's the spell's fault!" Chapter 20 We spent the day shopping. It reminded me of back when I had first become Iona. Her original wardrobe had been too extreme for me. Now we were doing it all again. By mid-afternoon, we had filled the trunk of the car and were heading up to Rancho Bernardo to Amelia's townhouse. Both Amelia and Aunt Kayla thought it would be best if I moved in as soon as possible. "I have some things back at the house that I want to bring along," I stated. "We can go back later," stated Aunt Kayla. "What about the girls?" I asked, referring to the cats. "They'll miss you, as will I," replied Aunt Kayla with a smile. The townhouse was located in a new development a couple miles from the high school. It looked like any one of a hundred townhouses in Southern California. It was a two-story white stucco building with a red tile roof. The landscaping featured many beautiful and exotic plants, all non-native to San Diego. "Please tell me that you're moving as soon this is over," I stated to Amelia. "In a flash, my dear," she replied. Actually, it wasn't that bad. My room was nice and I had my own bathroom. Amelia had thought of everything and I had a computer, stereo, and TV. I also had my own cell phone. It was nice, but it really wasn't my room, yet. I unpacked my new wardrobe and began to put things into their places. In addition to clothing and shoes, I had bought new cosmetics and toiletries. I'd also bought some new jewelry, although there were some pieces that I wanted to bring from my home back at Sunset Cliffs. "We'll go back out shopping tomorrow," announced Amelia, as she helped me fill a trash bag with the empty boxes and clothing bags. "Cool," I replied. "We'll go by the school on Monday. I've already contacted them and let them know you're coming. Your records from your old school will be arriving this weekend," stated Amelia. "I know there's magic involved, but what happens if someone gets suspicious?" I asked. "The principal's secretary is one of us. Any requests for info on you will go through her," stated Aunt Kayla. "How did you get her into the job?" I asked. "We didn't. She just happened to have the job," replied Amelia. Aunt Kayla left Amelia and I alone. Neither of us felt like cooking, so we went out to the local strip mall. There was a Borders there, along with several causal-eating places. The bookstore was great; we went there after dinner. They had a great CD selection. Thankfully, my taste in music hadn't changed and I worked my way through the rock section. I also picked out a few jazz CDs. When I went to check out, the clerk seemed surprised that the CDs were for me. He was around eighteen, with short black hair and a goatee, well at least an attempt at a goatee. He was a few inches taller than I am and athletic looking, but not overly muscular. While he looked young, there was a worldliness about him. It was in his eyes, they looked... well, they looked mature, showing experience beyond his years. His eyes were dark brown; in fact they were almost black. They were truly piercing, but not in a threatening way. There was also an impish spark in them. I knew right away that I wanted to be friends with him. "Don't get me wrong, but I don't usually see girls who have... well, have good taste in music," he stated. "Typically they're into boy bands and crap like that." "I'm not typical," I replied. Shit, that sounded pretentious I thought. The boy laughed. "No, looking at you, I wouldn't call you typical. You new around here?" I might have been wrong, but I think he was hitting on me. "Yes. My name's Carly. I just moved out here from DC." "I knew it. East coast girls are always more intelligent. I'm originally from Boston. I'm Mick. So, have you been sentenced to Bernardo Valley?" "Yes, my imprisonment starts Monday," I replied with a smile. "I should be paroled in June." Mick laughed. "Me too." "What's the school like?" I asked. "It's big and new," replied Mick. "And?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh." "Hey, I'm going on break, you want a cup of coffee?" he asked. "I get an employee discount!" I nodded. This was a good chance to get to know someone in my school. We sat down in the coffee area. I had a cappuccino and Mick had regular black coffee. "What brings you out here, Carly?" "I just moved in with my aunt. My mom died when I was little and my dad just died." "Oh, sorry to hear that. Bad enough that had to happen, but now you get to go through your senior year in a new high school." "It's not so bad. I already made a friend," I replied, as I sipped my cappuccino. "Damn right. Look, I gotta get back to work. Here's my e-mail and phone number. Call me, okay?" I nodded. "Thanks." "No problem. Besides not many girls out here even know who Warren Zevon is!" I laughed. I found Amelia and we headed out to the car. "So, tell me about him," she stated with a sly grin. "I was just getting into my role," I replied. I then went on to tell her about Mick and his opinion of Bernardo Valley High School. "You like him, don't you?" she asked, as we drove back to the townhouse. "He's cute," I replied without thinking. "I'm going to keep an eye on you. You're acting more and more like a teen," stated Amelia. "Come on, we were just talking," I replied. She cast a glance at me. "Okay, I could feel it too. He was hitting on me, and I admit it, I liked it." "Your emotions are pretty fluid at this time. You're dealing with a lot of stress in your life right now. Just be careful." I nodded. "I will." Chapter 21 Monday morning came in a flash and I have to admit that I was more than a little nervous as Amelia and I walked into the main office of Bernardo Valley High School. I was wearing a short green skirt with a green sweater. It was a rare cool day and I wore a pair of black leather boots. While I thought I had put on too much makeup, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was mild compared to many of the girls. The check-in process seemed to take forever. I was shuffled from one person to another. My schedule wasn't too bad. I had civics, oceanography, English literature, computer programming, and calculus. I was pleased that my fake history had enough credits of PE, so I could skip that form of torture. Besides, I wasn't that interested in showing off the tattoo that was across the small of my back to the rest of the girls. I finally arrived in my first class just before lunch. Being the "new kid", I was stared at. I scanned the room and smiled back. Amelia and Aunt Kayla had told me not to scan until I became comfortable with my new surroundings. I was forced to stand up and introduce myself to the class, many of whom looked on with complete disinterest. I did get more than a few leering stares from some of the boys. I also had some nasty looks from some girls. I'd forgotten how jealous some girls could get. The first day passed without incident. I wouldn't have my parking pass until the end of the week, so I had to wait for Amelia to come pick me up. I stood by the front curb waiting for her to arrive when I heard a familiar voice. "Carly! How're you doing?" asked Mick. He was dressed in jeans and a Ramones t-shirt. "Hi Mick. I'm doing okay; survived the first day, more or less." "Must be tough," he replied. I showed him my schedule and made some comments about my teachers. He noticed we had the same lunch break. "My friends and I usually hang out by the overhang of the library. It faces the quad area and there are benches there. Why not stop by tomorrow? I'll introduce you to my friends." "Cool, I'd like that. Other than you, I don't think another student has said a word to me." "Takes time. You're new and no one knows what to make of you. For all they know, you're a narc," joked Mick. I laughed. "Trust me, I'm no narc." "I know. They don't have such good taste in music." Just then Amelia pulled up and I said goodbye. On the way home, we talked about my first day at school. "I hope we find the dealer soon. I forgot how depressing high school was." "Come now, it's not that bad," replied Amelia. "Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But it's not the fun place that so many parents think it is either." We also talked about my scanning for students in distress. "I have a new crystal for you. It's more concentrated and you can focus for more specific feelings," explained Amelia. "Like what?" I asked. "For example. You can focus on someone experiencing unexplained changes in their life, a sense of confusion or loss." "How do I do that?" Amelia explained how the crystal worked. Instead of just alerting me of someone's distresses, it required me to be actually looking at them. That would narrow down the search greatly. "I'm also searching for a way to detect the residual trace of the magic used in the spell. The principal's secretary has been trying to create a charm that would detect it, but so far she's been unsuccessful," continued Amelia. "I hope she succeeds. It would make our job easier." "Bill called and wanted to know how you were doing. I told him you already had a boyfriend." My head spun towards Amelia. "You didn't!" Amelia laughed. "Of course I didn't, my dear." I shook my head in disgust. "Please don't do that again." "Seriously, you need to talk to Bill about the possibility of you dating." "I have no intention of becoming involved with a teen." "You may not have a choice. Your reactions to the transformation spell show that it has affected more than just your physical appearance. You may soon find yourself attracted to boys or, for that matter, girls of your physical age." I didn't reply. "You may also become less interested in