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Preface: This short story is a work of fan fiction, inspired by Shy's original story "The Secret Stash" and Sissy Maid Sapphire's fan-fiction "The New Girl." Neither this story, nor is "The New Girl" a canon sequel to the original, exactly like Star Trek novels are not considered canon by Paramount. I wrote to both Shy and Sapphire about posting this story and they both okayed it. The former asked me to post her wishes, and the latter handed me "the ball" and I ran with it so to speak. She even played cheerleader and coach. This piece takes place directly where Sissy Maid Sapphire's story left off. "Confrontations" By Maria Kenton I couldn't fathom why girls had to own so many different outfits. In my sister's case, it must have been a fringe benefit of work. After what seemed like an eternity of stuffing Chelsea's clothes into the laundry hamper, I was ready for her to change me back to normal. My sister could sense my restlessness and closed her book. She got up from the bed to speak. "This is not your room, where you can just shove everything out of sight and call it clean. When I say I want you to clean my room, that means everything gets dusted, all glass gets wiped down, and everything picked up off the floor. The carpet gets vacuumed too." Although I had not said a word, I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Chelsea paused. She had seen it. I hoped I didn't piss her off. "Little brother, there are things about this world you don't understand. One of them is the Law of Three." Confused I interrupted her. "What is that?" "Silence!" she snapped, pissed off as could be. She stepped into my personal space, her eyes locked onto my own. I suddenly became terribly cold and afraid. I could almost swear I could see my own breath form in the air as Chelsea continued speaking. I cringed in fear, nearly teetering over on the ridiculously high platform boots still magically bound to my legs. "The Three-fold law of return is the natural law of cause and effect. What you reap, you will sow. Three times over. What you do for good or for ill, shall be returned to you threefold. Do you understand now, James? Or are you being stubborn?" My lower lip trembled. "Yes. I mean no. I'm not being stubborn. Please Chelsea." Tears were brimming the edges of my eyes. My throat choked up tightly. I wanted to cry, but not in front of my sister. Still, I had no fight left in me. My life as I knew it was over. The garish dress, feminine looking breasts, stockings, makeup, wig and platform soled Doc Martens, which comprised my mystical bondage, all served as reminders of my fate. Chelsea was still deadly serious. "We have two more weeks of school left. I own your thieving little butt now." She poked the jiggling breastforms under the satiny black dress enveloping my body, accenting her words in between pauses. "Don't." "Screw." "Up." Chelsea tucked her book under her arm and left. Oh, why did I have to act like that! I was just digging myself in deeper. There had to be a way out of this. But now was not the time to think about it. Just clean, I told myself. I never had the chance until now to take a closer look at my sister's room. While I was taking in the uncanny d?cor, I sorted what looked like clutter from things I knew my sister would freak out over if I lost, including small beads and crystals, incense holders, small stones with bizarre markings on them...I could go on; it was like a gypsy witch superstore. My sister had also set up on a small Japanese dinner table a makeshift altar, dominated by the familiar star in the circle Mom swore was the sign of the devil. There were some unlit candles and small bowls of what looked like salt crystals or other junk Chelsea got from one of those weird places she likes to shop. Despite the haphazard appearance of Chelsea's personal religious things, there seemed to be a sanctity to it that I was frightened to desecrate. Speaking to no one, I softly chirped... "Uh...Goddess." I knew that's what they talked about all the time. "I don't mean to disrespect you. I'm just cleaning this stuff. Er...Amen or something." After dusting off Chelsea's belongings and other strange Goth stuff she owned, I made her bed, wiped down her computer screen, her TV and the ornately decorated antique mirror dominating the wall. I stopped in front of the mirror. For the first time I was able to look at myself and realized that I was really pretty as a girl. The Goth routine was a little over the top, but definitely still cute. Hot even. I shook my head in denial. Must be the absinthe from last night. But I couldn't stop staring. "Astrid," I said to myself. It was a different name, suitable for a coven of bizarre Goth girls. I don't know why, but I had a compulsion to preen and primp in the mirror. I adjusted the wig a little, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my heavily darkened eyes. My body language had become all girl. No trace of my old boy self, James, could be seen. The girl in the mirror blew a kiss to me. I twirled around in a circle, feeling the draft underneath my dress, a wonderful feeling I had never experienced. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the crisp, electric feel of my nylon shrouded legs. I continued to gaze at Astrid...myself...me....for I don't know how long; I had absolutely no concept of time. My breathing intensified as I touched my breasts, or boob gels rather, imagining what the real thing must be like. I lowered my hands, running my fingers on the edges of the lacy apron and over my flat stomach. Slowly I penetrated the fluffy whiteness under the satin my sister forced me into and I brought my hands closer to myself. I was floating on air wrapped in a cloud of bliss. All thoughts of my secret being out in the open, or anxiety about being 'owned' by my sister or even our parents finding out about me being dressed like this vanished from my mind. The air around me became charged with the presence of another. I don't know how long she had been standing there, but Chelsea was watching me flame out in front of her mirror. I tried to look casual, but I knew my sister had seen everything. My excitement had died as quickly as it began. "Seems like you're really getting into being a Goth girl, little brother," Chelsea scowled. "A little too much." If I wasn't covered in pale white, my cheeks would have been bright red. I whirled around to face Chelsea, feeling the petticoat underneath the black satin dress flare upward, showing off even more of my gaudy striped stocking clad legs. "I was just...It's not what you think...honest..." Already, my mind was spinning for an excuse as to why I was acting like a nympho in front of her mirror. "I think I know what you wanted to do, and you better not have done it." Even as she said it, I felt dampness between my legs. I didn't get off or anything, but I knew I was very close. My silence told her volumes and she drew her own conclusions. "Exuvia Aperio." Chelsea had said something that sounded like something out of Harry Potter, probably another one of her magic spells. The satin dress encasing me began to fall off - no, fly off was a more appropriate term. I threw my hands over myself, determined not to let Chelsea see me like this in her undergarments. The apron had untied itself and I could feel the back zipper of the dress opening. As I tried to grab it, the small piece of metal shocked me. Like my previous battle with my sister's enchanted clothing, I was powerless to resist. Chelsea's enchantment was not yet complete. Once the dress had removed itself from my body, it floated around behind me. The frilly garment had a viselike grip, wrapping its sleeves around my arms and pinning them behind me. The pinafore had separated itself from the dress, and lashed its tie strings around my ankles, forcing me to stand spread- eagled. I felt the long ends of the black and blue wig coiffing my head slowly envelop my face again, completely blinding me. Several strands held my lips together as tightly as duct tape. The boots became dead weight, immobilizing me once more. My heart was racing as I surrendered to the magical assault. "Well, well, well..." "Mmmphh...mmm!!" I tried to scream out, to no avail. "It's okay...I just want to look." I could sense that Chelsea was pacing in circles around me. Feeling like a little bird about to be devoured by a hawk, I came to realize there was no way she could miss the wet spot that had to have made its way through the striped nylon waist high stockings. Even if she did, there was no way she couldn't see they were pushed out in a way no girl could possibly make happen. Chelsea's tone was firm, but forgiving. "I guess laundry just got added to your list of chores." There was a brief interlude of silence. Sounds told me what my eyes could not. Chelsea walked to her bureau and opened a drawer. She got something when she said, "Damn shame...I was saving these for a special occasion. But that's okay I can get more when you sell your dirty magazines to your perverted buddies to replace these." I didn't know what she was talking about until she told me, "You'll need to wear these after I go. They're all your's-a little gift for Astrid. I'll be in the living room. Holler if you need me." I could hear Chelsea walking out to leave the room. With a snap of her fingers, my sister's stockings began to unravel themselves. I could feel my legs becoming bare inside the boots as well. When they were completely off, I was just wearing a corset, a bra, and boots. I felt like a steel pole was jutting from my naked torso. I tried to move my arms to cover my jiggling boobs and jutting rod, but the satin dress still maintained its grip on me. Black, lacy, and very sexy looking thong panties floated up my legs after the Doc Marten boots strapped to me picked up one of my feet off the floor, then the other. I didn't need to see them; I was familiar with her taste in clothing. They worked their way around my legs, my thighs, and...everything else. Once they were comfortably seated, they somehow began to shrink, forcing my rigid stiffie back down to something more feminine looking. When I heard the stockings slither into the laundry hamper and slam shut, I could feel the dress loosen its grip on me, though I was still hooded by my sister's giant hair. I stood absolutely motionless as the girlish Goth dress worked its way back onto my body. Utterly terrified of the magical wig at this point, I even extended my arms to help the dress put itself back on me. When the dress settled back onto me and the pinafore had retied itself, the wig bounced back to its natural style. Once dressed I rushed to take Chelsea's laundry to the basement, mortified at my own exposure. When I got there I was at a loss as to what I should do. Mom had always cleaned everything. I never had time to learn how to work a stupid washing machine. "Chelsea?" I cried out to her upstairs. The thumping of her footsteps up above me soon got closer and before I knew it, she was in the laundry room with me. "Are you having problems, sweetie?" She was teasing me again, which I suppose was better than cursing me with her magic spells. Sheepishly, I asked her, "Will you show me how to run this thing? I don't know how it works." My sister had a cruel grin on her face. "Honey, you're about as mechanically inclined as a ballerina," she snickered, trying to stifle herself from laughing out loud. I was anxious to get this over with. "Please, will you help me Chelsea? You know how dad is, I'm not even allowed near the washer!" Chelsea regained her composure and talked to me nicely again. "Okay, Astrid," she began, addressing me with my girl name. "First, you need to separate everything..." After she showed me how to operate the washer, she instructed me in the fine art of hand washing lingerie, which included her striped stockings. At first, I held them like they were radioactive; much like a man would hold his wife's purse. But as the minutes wore on, I thought of a lot worse things than handling my sister's dainty apparel. Sorting and folding were done under my sister's supervision. She made me do it the same way as they did at her work. When I was finished, she made me take it all back to her room, where the vacuum cleaner was waiting for me. Chelsea grabbed her book before leaving me inside her Gothic paradise she called her bedroom. "Try not to knock over anything. After you're done vacuuming go to the kitchen and make us some lunch." For once, I didn't object to that idea. Her room was not that big and I cleaned the carpet quickly. When the vacuum stopped, Chelsea came back to her room and inspected my work. "Good work, Astrid." Like the good girl I promised to be, I asked my sister, "What would you like to have for lunch, Chelsea?" "Nothing too fancy, Astrid. I've seen you ruin cereal." A slow grin spread across her features. I couldn't help but giggle myself. We both burst out laughing. Chelsea held my hands while we made fools of ourselves. When we were both able to breathe again I had to throw gasoline on the fire. "I guess cereal's off the menu then." Again, we almost fell down from the laughter. Now my ribs were starting to hurt. The corset laced tightly around my torso didn't leave much room to expand, and I was learning the hard way that laughing in a corset was not a good thing to do. Chelsea noticed my discomfort and waved her hand. The strings underneath my dress snaked around, tickling my back. My first instinct was to itch my back, but another gesture from my sister locked my arms rigidly at my side. "Be cool little sister. You're fine." She was right. The corset loosened itself a little bit, and I felt my waist puff out a little closer to its natural size. I could breathe again. "I'll let you change after we eat. Come on." Chelsea led me to the living room, which was Mom's hallowed sanctuary to be kept immaculate at all times. "Bring everything to me when you're done. I want to eat in here." "But mom will throw a fit," I objected. "Then you better not make a mess, Missy." I was about to walk off, but Chelsea stopped me. "Wait. Haven't you been forgetting your manners? You forgot to curtsey." "Curtsey? Come on, sis, what do you think I am?" "My maid." The silence that followed was deafening. I looked down once again at the satin dress, covered with the frilly pinafore. The white lacy headpiece made itself known by shifting a little, as if the wig it was buried in prevented it from falling off. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I was downstairs in broad daylight. The blinds normally shrouding the large bay windows were wide open. I didn't want to upset Chelsea again and I certainly didn't want to be seen wearing my sister's dress and panties by Mr. Thompson or anyone else. I had to get to the kitchen! Reluctantly, I took the hem of the black satin dress in between my fingers. I dipped down and neatly lowered my head, imitating an old Shirley Temple movie Mom once made us watch. I couldn't bring myself to look at my sister. This was too humiliating. "That was priceless, Astrid. You do that so well. And such great Goth girl legs too, creamy, smooth fair skin...mmm...You are such a darling little girl. Now run along and make us lunch." Wishing that the Starship Enterprise would just beam me out of here, I scurried off to the kitchen, out of sight. In a matter of minutes, using what I could scrounge from the fridge that didn't require cooking, I managed to assemble a tray of assorted small deli style sandwiches. Feeling creative, I cut them into triangles and speared them with a toothpick and an olive. I even nuked two glasses of instant cappuccino and topped them off with Hershey's syrup and whipped cream. Opening the door was difficult, but I managed to bring the small buffet out to the living room. I bent forward to lower the tray to the coffee table, feeling the large globs of gelatin bounce around in my sister's bra. The white apron covering them only made them stand out even more. "That's an impressive spread you have there Astrid...and the lunch looks delicious too." My sister could see that I was embarrassed by the lewd attention I was getting, so she changed the subject to the last thing I was thinking of. While taking small, delicate bites of her meal, Chelsea suggested, "You should call Kitty tonight. But not before 8:00, because that's when she gets off work on Sunday nights. Remember, Astrid, you dressed all on your own. The last thing you would want her to think is that you're a poser." I was feeling uneasy. "Sis, I don't want to lie to her. I don't know what I am." Mysteriously, I could feel the girl that was Astrid fade away, leaving only James, me, a boy in a dress. I was feeling ashamed and guilty, not only of my situation, but also for what I had done to my sister and the 'Bitch Witches.' "Well, let me put it this way, when it comes to being a Goth TV, you're not a poser. It's like you were born for it. But that's not bad, in fact, you know that's what Kitty likes." "Why?" The question hung in the air as I sipped my cappuccino. "Promise you won't tell anyone this...I know you'll keep a secret, because you know I don't play around when it comes to my friends. Kitty Pat... Patricia was..." Chelsea stopped herself. "I shouldn't even be saying this," she muttered. My curiosity was aroused, but I didn't want to pry. "I won't ask if she made you swear, Sis." "She didn't...Anyway Patty was violated. She's never quite gotten over it and being with a TV-a transvestite is the only way she can...well, you get the picture." Chelsea took a swill of her own coffee. She wished the drinks were spiked with some Bailey's Irish cr?me. "So if you want to be with her, Astrid, then you know what to do." Her answer only brought up more questions. Still, I was hesitant about dating one of the Bitch Witches, even with their blessing. My life at school would get real ugly, real fast. And for the first time tonight, I realized Cindy Edwards was still somewhere in the back of my mind. What if she saw me like this? With how popular she was, everyone at school would know about my secret by the time I started back as a sophomore, even with being out of school for the summer. I doubted a small coven of witches could protect me from the public humiliation of over fifteen hundred students, not to mention the bullies who would kick my ass. Chelsea continued to brief me on dating her friend Kitty, despite my silence about the matter. "Just be who you are. Don't impress her. She likes boys who are passive. Try and be honest and true to her...and to yourself." I didn't know Patricia that well, and I wasn't sure of what to do about her, so Chelsea and I spent the rest of our lunch eating quietly; I was unsure of what to bring up after the loaded subject we had just discussed. After we finished eating, I curtseyed for Chelsea, picked up our dishes and took them to the kitchen. My heart jumped as I heard the phone ring. I nearly dropped what I was holding as my sister grabbed the phone. "Hello?" I heard her say, trying to eavesdrop while I put the plates and glasses in the sink along with the rest of the dirty dishes. Over the weekend, Sis and I managed to make quite a mess. I came back in to see Chelsea pacing the living room in circles with the phone pressed solidly against her ear. "No, I didn't burn the house down, I'm talking to you aren't I? Yes, mother. Astr...er, James is here too. I went to the dance last night, how should I know, probably rotting his brain on that Xbox you got him. Okay, mother, whatever. Okay, Mother. OKAY, MOTHER!" She hung up the phone and tossed the cordless handset on the couch in frustration. "Oh, that uppity BITCH!!" "Are you okay, Sis?" My sister was pretty angry; even her face had turned a couple shades darker. "I'm fine Astrid... She just, oh I hate her smart ass remarks!" Chelsea turned her nose upward, doing a parody of our mother in an overly nasal tone. 'You're going to Hell.' 'Don't sacrifice the neighbor's cat.'" I was sympathetic, but I had more pressing matters. I asked, "When did they say they would be home?" She took her sweet time answering my question; Chelsea was still calming herself by taking a few deep breaths. The suspense was killing me. "Mom told me they just got off the freeway. That means Miss Daisy will be home in about thirty minutes." Bewildered by the obscure reference, I stood in puzzlement until I remembered that Dad drove like a senior citizen. I had plenty of time to wash off the makeup and escape from my Goth drag makeover. Or so I thought. Chelsea cleared her throat loudly, stopping me in my tracks. "Where do you think you're going? You still have dishes to clean." "But Mom will be home in thirty minutes!" I cried. "Don't take that tone with me, James." Chelsea used my boy name-clearly I upset her. "If you stand there and argue with me, you'll do nothing but waste precious time. I'm not releasing you just yet so the clock is ticking." I was about to cry. Whimpering like a puppy, I begged Chelsea, "Please! They'll think I'm gay, I can't take this! You've got to let me go!" She checked her watch, ignoring me completely. "Twenty-eight minutes and fifty-six seconds left. You have to rinse off everything before you turn on the dishwasher. I'll help you work it. Time to squirm, my little nympho-klepto brother-sister. Let's move. Or do my boots have to make you walk again?" Knowing how effective my pleas were, I followed Chelsea's lead into the kitchen. "Good girl, Astrid." Before I attacked the dishes overflowing from the sink, Chelsea stopped me. "You're going to need these." She opened the cupboard underneath the sink and produced two large yellow rubber gloves and a fresh scouring pad. I quickly donned the gloves, which extended back almost up to my elbows. Deer in the headlights was my reaction now. I held the SOS pad my sister handed me, completely at a loss. "For the love of Mother Goddess, James!" Incredulous at my confusion, she just let the ball roll. "I know the washer and dryer were hard enough for you, but you can wash a few dishes, can't you?" Cleaning off silverware and cups was the last thing on my mind. If mom saw me in her kitchen dressed like a girly Goth maid, she would have an aneurysm. As for Pop-he was an Academy Grad, decorated veteran, a tenured professional in his civilian life and a God fearing man, thanks to Mom's constant religious ravings. He would probably react the same. Saying nothing, I got to work on spraying off the dishes that weren't so caked with dried crusty residue. That little nozzle attachment that came out of the sink sure was handy. I opened the dishwasher, trying to sort what would work best, packing it as full as I could. "Careful," Chelsea gave me a word of caution. "I don't think you can do them all in one load. You'll have to do the rest by hand." As I closed up the dishwasher, I looked at the clock on the microwave. Shit! Only fifteen minutes were left, and that was only an estimate. For all I knew, Mom could be behind the wheel. She drove like a goddamn maniac. With renewed vigor, I hand washed what was left in the sink, saving the mechanical beast for last. Examining the control panel, I looked for the button to auto-start the cycle. There it was. I pressed it, feeling rather cocky. I took the gloves off, snapping them loudly to emphasize my point. Mechanically inclined as a ballerina. Yeah, Right. Victory should have been mine, but Chelsea was leaning against the kitchen counter, because she about knocked herself on her ass laughing at me. "What's so funny?" I was at a loss. I was sure I had done everything right. My sister reached under the kitchen counter again and revealed the answer to my own question. A bottle of soap and a rinse tablet. Of all the times in the world for me to lose control of myself, now was not the time. A million things came to my mind, but nothing came out of my mouth. I felt tears welling up like a torrent, and within seconds small dark spots were forming on the pinafore tied over my dress. I didn't expect any sensitivity from Chelsea right now, and I got none. "I don't want to be cruel to you, James. Whose fault is it he's about as skilled as a store mannequin? Just because you and Mom buy into Dad's bullshit about "woman's work" don't think you'll get a free pass from the real world when it hits you." Averting my eyes away from my sister, I checked the clock again. Dammit, what time was it when Mom called? I lost track of everything. She put her hands on my shoulders. "Astrid, listen to me." I was still choked up, and my voice squeaked as I replied, "Yes?" "Thank you for being a good girl. Are you starting to understand what we're doing here? Why you must take up the tasks I tell you to perform?" I fidgeted in place. More tears streamed down my pale cheeks. My hands shook violently as I pouted right there. I didn't know what she was talking about. "Sis, please...they're gonna be home!" I was going into hysterics now. Chelsea hovered even closer to me, resting her forehead against mine. By reflex, I clung to her like a security blanket; my mind was too far gone to speak. As she spoke, she rubbed my back and whispered in my ear. "Hush, sweetie. It's almost over. I won't let them see you. It's not like they do anyhow." Nearly hyperventilating until my sister had intervened, now I gathered myself as best I could. While I straightened myself out mentally, I was reflecting on everything so far. The crash course in domestic housework was a real eye opener. On the matter of past transgressions, I had a deeper understanding of just how badly I wronged my sister. Her final comment threw me for a loop, but I was beginning to see her real intentions for me were more than just petty revenge. She tenderly wiped a few tears away from my eyes. "I love you, kiddo." I choked up again, "Oh, sis...I never wanted to hurt you. Please forgive me." Chelsea kissed my cheek. "I will. If Astrid is a good girl and James doesn't behave like an immature jackass. Go upstairs and change. I release you for now." And not a moment too soon. The distinct sound of a car engine could be heard outside the house, coming closer and closer. Shit! Mom and dad were home. While sis loaded the soap in the dishwasher, I scrambled to get to my room unseen. The foot of the stairs was directly visible through the windows from outside. I peered out of the kitchen fearfully. Now was my chance! Soft petticoats tickled my bare legs as I made a beeline for the upstairs. "James! Chelsea! We're home!" I heard Dad shout from downstairs as he opened the front door. Mother quickly trailed behind him. "Home at last! Kids? I know you know we're home so come on down!" I was absolutely frantic. There was no choice but to go in the bathroom and take this stuff off in there. Chelsea was already stalling them judging from the newly arisen verbal sparring going on downstairs. Something about crumbs on the coffee table. When I got inside the bathroom I locked the door and ran the shower for cover noise. I wasn't sure if I had to take the clothes off or if Chelsea had to do something special. After waiting for a few seconds, I got my answer. A buckle on one of the boots unlatched itself followed by another, then another. Everything was stripped off as fast as it was put on me; the dress, panties, apron, etc. The wig made several passes over my face and cleaned all my makeup off instantly. When I was free, I cut the water and hastily balled everything into a large towel. I carried my secret little package to my room and put on some of my own clothes. Mom and Dad greeted me a lot more nicely than Chelsea. Apparently she was truthful in telling them that I had done the dishes for mom before she got home from vacation. Mother was ecstatic while Pop was neutral about it. He was ready to crash from the trip home. I used that as an opening to get away from Mother's overzealous adoration for me. "I'm going to bed soon. Finals are coming up and I need to rest." Being her golden boy, she 'let me go to bed.' Chelsea had retreated to her room after she and Mom banged heads. Dad was already heading for the master bedroom, which left me free to my own whims. Chelsea's little adventures with Astrid ate into a lot of my own time and I had some major catching up to do. I was inside my own room now, free to do as I pleased. A good video game was just the thing to clear my head after this crazy weekend, so I fired up the Xbox, eager to blast somebody on Halo 2. After a few minutes of precious solitude, there was a knock on my door. "Yes?" I replied. It was Chelsea. She was holding her cordless phone. She gestured with her free hand to my TV and Xbox. My sister asked me, "Are you busy playing video games?" She accented her last two words with a sneer, as if it were the pastime of losers. "Astrid, you have a phone call to make, remember?" Master Chief got ambushed by an Elite Warrior. The alien soldier blasted Earth's last hope against the Covenant Armada. As I shut off my game. I shifted to a sitting position on my bed. What the fuck did she want now? Annoyed I had just gotten wasted in my game I quipped, "Thanks, Chelsea." She crossed the length of my room and pressed the phone into my hand. "I knew you'd come around, kiddo. Good luck." As she left with a noticeable strut in her footsteps, she dropped a piece of paper on my bed. A phone number and a large name in girly cursive handwriting; '"Kitty."' The Y trailed off into a curve resembling a cat's tail. Her quotation marks, three of them, were spaced and angled resembling cat whiskers. Might as well get this over with, I thought to myself. I punched in the phone number on the note I had promptly handed off to my sister the night before. The phone rang a couple times on the other end. I sat quietly for a second, but then I chickened out and pressed the off button. Cursing silently to myself, I questioned this whole idea. "What the fuck am I doing? I don't even know this girl." I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang. I dropped the phone on the floor. As I retrieved the handset, I pressed the large button to answer. "Hello?" I knew it was her. Kitty Pat probably had caller ID. A familiar voice greeted me with a name I hadn't heard since Kindergarten. "Hi, Jamie!" "Jamie?" "Chelsea said it was okay to call you that. Are you okay?" Goosebumps began to form on my skin. I was going to kill my sister later. "Yeah, I'm alright." I drifted off, not knowing what to say. When it came to talking to a girl on the phone, the closest I ever got was with one of those 900 numbers as a prank with my buddies. "Good," she purred through the receiver. "Say, I just wanted to tell you I think it's so awesome you like...you know, are into girl things and stuff. You were so pretty last night...like a little doll." This was creeping me out a little. I had never gotten this kind of attention from a girl before. "Uh...thanks." Quickly I added, "You looked really nice too." Already I thinking to myself what a lame response that was. Background noise was all that could be heard. I heard nothing on the other side until she piped up again, cheery as when we began. "I'm really glad you're in our coven now. Have you been practicing very long?" "Practicing?" I stammered. "Oh, right. Yes. Not really." "Which is it?" She was sounding confused. "What? Right." Again we drifted into uneasy silence. Kitty waited for a moment on the other end. I was waiting for her to speak. After a few seconds I asked, "Kitty?" "Yes, Jamie?" "I thought you dropped off. I didn't hear anything." "Oh." Patricia talked again. "Do you have any girls clothes of your own?" "Yes," I blurted out. "Tell me what you have. What do you like to wear?" "Panties. Not much." I was paranoid that Mom or Dad could or already had picked up the receiver and hear everything I was saying. "Tell me what they look like." "Well, they look like...You know...panties." I heard a giggle on the other end. "Oh, you're so shy. I think that's precious!" I blathered out the first thing I could think of just to break the uncomfortable tension that was just escalating. "So Pitty Kat. I mean Kitty Pat." Now I was putting my foot in my mouth. I asked trying to sound conversational, "Do you like cats?" "Yes, James. I like cats." Another silly laugh from Kitty. "Do you have one?" I asked. If I could get her to talk, that meant less I had to say. "Of course. Here Aeon, come to mommy." Judging from the meowing sounds on the other end, I noticed Kitty Pat was playing with her pet as she talked to me. Patty described her cat to me in detail, which was rather lengthy considering her attachment to felines. Kitty could have just said she was a black cat. "Aeon? What kind of name is that?" "You know. Aeon Flux. That cartoon they had on MTV. It's sorta complicated. I'll have to show you some time. "Listen, I'm sorry...I mean, well...Finals are coming up. I have to study. Maybe later?" I was in full scale retreat now, but I cringed when I threw in that last suggestion. Me and my big mouth. "That's sounds awesome! We can watch a movie in my bedroom when school's out. When will I see Astrid again?" Kitty wasn't put off in the least. If anything, now I had made this girl's whole weekend. Just swell. "I don't know." I replied weakly. "Well, I'll see YOU at school tomorrow. Thanks for calling, Doll Face." I heard Kitty Pat blow a kiss on the other end. "Byyyyeeee!" She sang. Finally. Gee whiz, I thought that was never going to end. Now I was finally able to have some peace and quiet to myself. Maybe not. It was getting late and I was feeling completely drained. A fresh night's sleep sounded like a good idea. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I passed mom, on the way. She patted my head as we breezed by each other. "Good night, son." She smiled to herself. I shrugged it off and went through my evening routine. I had to adjust for a moment when I saw my normal reflection. Briefly I examined my face, searching for any sign of my earlier transformation. Nothing. Every last bit of makeup was cleaned away. Not even the skin underneath was stained, let alone blemished. If anything, I don't think I had ever seen my skin look so clear. The highly arched girly eyebrows I was sporting last night, along with everything else were back to normal, I guess. I never really paid attention to them. I heard commotion from Chelsea's room. Voices. Oh shit. Mom was still riding her case about all of her witchcraft stuff. I knew it was wrong, but I tiptoed down the hall and pressed my ear to the door, trying to make out what was going on inside. "This room is filthier than when we left!" Odd remark from Mother considering I spent the better part of the day beautifying my sister's living space. I even cleaned up her altar for her, which I thought looked nice. "You said you wanted it clean, and now it's not good enough for you!" Chelsea hissed back. "Look at all this-Baubles and trinkets. Candles to worship the devil. And right there for everyone to see, your precious little altar! Don't you know that is the sign of Baphomet? The bible said..." "I don't care what your Bible says, just get out you BITCH!" My stomach felt butterflies. Chelsea what did you do? The sound of breaking glass ripped my soul from my skin. Good Lord, what was going on in there?!? More sounds of breaking and other calamity. I tried to open the door. It was locked. I pounded my fist on the door, screaming. "Open the door! What's going on?" A pair of hands made themselves felt on my shoulders from behind me. "James, go to your room." "Dad, I..." "Now," he said softly. I could tell my old man wasn't screwing around. The angrier he got, the quieter his tone became. It all disintegrated into shouting and cursing, mostly by mother. Dad sided up with mom of course; it was always a case of two wolves and a sheep deciding on what to have for dinner. When things started to sound more quiet, I cautiously poked my head out my bedroom door. I could hear what was going on better, now that Dad presumably took over for Mom. "How much more have you been holding out on us?" Father asked Chelsea. "That's all of it, I swear!" Mom added, "Do you know what all your Devil worshipping games means for the property value of this house? Your idolatry will land you in Hell!" "And your Virgin Mary isn't an idol? It's my religion!" Dad cut her off. "And this is our house. I'm taking what you owe to clean up your... religion." "And I'm taking the rest and donating it to the Church." Mom told her. "You can't do that! That's my money! Thou shalt not steal, or are you too hypocritical to know that!?" My sister shrieked. "That's enough." Dad laid down the law. "It's over. Clean this place up." "But, Dad! She broke my mirror!" "Your father said clean it! NOW!!" Mom roared. I heard a pair of footsteps cross the hall. When they left, I snuck out of my room. At the risk of reawakening the wrath of our parents, I lightly tapped Chelsea's door. "Go away." Twisting the handle, I found the door was unlocked. When I came in Chelsea was standing in a field of debris. Shattered glass lay everywhere. My sister's altar was now in complete disarray; the candles broken off in their holders; salt and other bits of stuff covered the remains of Chelsea's Japanese table, which had one of its legs broken. The pentacle emblazoned altar cloth that had covered it was now ripped in half. The thing that caught my eye, however, was Chelsea's purse, which laid at her feet, empty as her prospects of leaving. A wave of remorse hit me like a case of the bends seeing my sister's spirit broken like this. I stood next to her. "Are you okay?" She was nearly catatonic. Chelsea threw her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. I stroked her hair, holding my sister tightly. Heart wrenching sobs wracked her body, and I tried to get her to breathe. It was all my fault. If I hadn't stolen her money she wouldn't have left her purse out from last night for Mom and Dad to find. I began to cry myself. She was finally getting it together. "Hey, don't you start," she made out in between sniffles. I grabbed some tissues for both of us. We were both puffy eyed and had runny noses. As if she could read my mind, Chelsea said to me, "It's not your fault, bro. They would have gotten to it sooner or later anyway. I'm surprised Mom didn't snoop in here on her own." "She took all your money, Chelsea. I can see why Dad took it but why mom?" "Don't even ask." We stood up, surveying the disaster area around us. "Gosh, where do we begin?" I asked. She was already pushing me toward the door. "You already cleaned it once. Go to bed. I'll do this. I insist." "At least let me help." I stood my ground. I wasn't about to crap out on my sister now. "You already have." With a renewed vigor, Chelsea stood in the center of her room. She reached out toward the closet and a short piece of wood came flying out. It was uneven, not like a rod or a magician's wand, but looked like an actual tree branch. The wood itself was very dark, almost black. Unlike a twig, this thing looked like it had some heft to it. My sister began some kind of strange chant-nothing like Harry Potter. I had no idea what she was trying to do. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be working. Maybe it was my fault. Yes, I should have left when I had the chance. But if I left now, I was afraid I would mess her up. All I could think of doing was to stand perfectly still and hope and pray that Chelsea's Goddess made house calls. Apparently so. It was the most surreal thing I had ever seen. I saw bits of broken mirror glass begin to float in the air. I ducked and weaved, hunching low to the carpet, careful not to get my head chopped off. The lights playing off the slowly swirling cloud of broken shards was kind of beautiful actually. The pieces started to form themselves back together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. It got larger and larger until the mirror was restored to its full size. As it resettled itself in its aged but well preserved wood frame, the cracked mirror smoothed itself out becoming whole once more. I was awestruck. Mom and her non-stop religious preaching seemed like a scam when compared to the awesome displays of power my sister had been showing off to me lately. "Wow. That was something else sis." For a brief moment, Chelsea staggered then regained her balance. I steadied her as she leaned against me. Even before I asked it, she answered my question. "I'm okay kiddo. I just need to get some rest. That's all." I steered Chelsea to her bed to tuck her in. As she reclined back, she took me by my hands. "Don't leave, Astrid. Stay with me. Sleep here with me tonight? Please?" I nodded my assent to sis. What could it hurt? I climbed in my sister's bed and after wishing each other good night, we embraced warmly, clinging to each other for comfort. Within minutes we were off together to the land of dreams. More to come... -MK