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Inspired by The Slayer Tales by Allen W. The room was dark, but suddenly light crept in as a door from the hallway opened, revealing the silhouette of a young girl. The door shut, and slowly the silence of the darkness echoed against the closet's walls. Slowly a barely audible mechanical hum could be heard coming from the corner of the room, and the figure stalked towards it. A grin crossed her face, and as she placed her hand on a surface, the device came alive, a soft glow coming from the surface where her hand touched. It glowed a soft purple, and slowly a small box, the size of a person, illuminated next to it. She stepped into the box, and soft hum, followed by a purple flash came from inside. She stepped out, and slowly exited the room the same way she entered. Elliot walked down the hallway of his school, his pack slung over his shoulder, trying to look cool as possible. Standing at five six, he didn't necessarily stand out, but his Asian-American heritage helped out some. His dark spikey hair, and baggy jeans, subtracted some though, do to the fact that that was the style, but the fact that he was a junior put him back up a few points. His average build rounded everything out. All in all, it could be said that he broke even, as being just as noticeable as everyone else, and just as invisible at the same time. But Elliot never let that stop him from trying. My name is Christian, and right now, I was standing by locker watching my good friend walking down the hall, making his daily attempt at fitting in. I smiled, and shook my head as I slowly stuffed my books for my first few classes into my pack. "Yo dude," said Elliot, coming over and slapping my outstretch hand. "Hey man," I told him. "How's it going?" "Not too bad," he replied. "You?" "Pretty good," I said, looking down the hall at Maggie Thompson, a cute sophomore who was giving me the eye. I was just a little older than Elliot, but stood at just a little over six feet, with an above average build, and short brown hair. I've had a few girlfriends, but most of the time, I was caught up in cars and video games. "Glad to hear it," he said, and then nodded at someone who passed by. "So you catch this weekend's episode of Power Rangers?" "Dude, you know I don't watch that," I told him, sighing. "Aww c'mon man, you know sentai is just as good as anime," he responded, restating his weekly argument. "You should really check it out some time." I shook my head and smiled, "Whatever dude." I didn't catch the show, or for that matter wasn't really interested by it, but I was always awed by the fact that Elliot did, and that he liked it so much, you almost had to respect him for it. Almost. He slapped my hand again, and took off for class. I smiled as I watched him go, and watched as my friend Kelley came up behind him. He was an average guy with longer than normal hair, and average build. His raven colored hair was gelled right now, and slicked back. He wore loose baggy clothes, the pants hinting at his music choice, being large and baggy. I had known Kelley most of my life, living just down the street from him. We had been best friends almost all our lives, and knew each other well, even well enough to predict each other's thoughts. "What's going on man?" I asked him. "Nothing man," he said, sliding his books into his locker. "I think I might have a gig this weekend." Kelley was a part time techno artist. He had a turn table in his room ever since he was old enough to reach it, and since then he was trying hard to create new works. Every once and while, some group or club would ask him to come play, usually it was just birthday parties and stuff. "Oh yeah?" I said, "Where at?" "This club downtown this weekend," he said. "Awesome man," I said. "Holy crap," he said, looking at his watch, "I'm going to be late." "Yeah, me too," I replied. I nodded, and headed off to class. Life became really weird starting at around lunch time. I was eating lunch comfortably with Kelley when suddenly Elliot burst into the cafeteria, and rushed over to our table. "You have to come with my right now!" he said, slapping his hands down on the table. Kelley was startled and jumped back some. I turned to look at him, and noticed he was wearing something weird on his wrist, "Dude, what is going on, and what are you wearing on your wrist?" "Just follow me," he said. Kelley and I turned to look at each other, and then towards the rest of cafeteria that took some notice of Elliot's outburst, but very little. We got up, leaving our lunch trays on the table, and slowly made our way to follow Elliot into what appeared to be a janitor's closet. He waited until both of us we're inside, and shut the door behind him. "You're never going to believe this," he exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "This," he said, twisting his wrist, his arm band with a blue gem changing into some hardcore watch. "Woah," said Kelley. "How much that special effect set you back?" He smiled, and cried, "Ranger Armor, Go." He pressed a button on the device, and instantly a blue flash covered his body, fading and leaving him covered in blue armor. He wore a blue helmet with a black visor, with a silver face guard. Around his body he wore different parts of armor, instead of a blue spandex jumpsuit, but wore a white jumpsuit underneath the armor. He had blue chest plate, and blue biceps, bracers, and gloves. He wore a single pair of leggings that dropped into a pair of blue boots. "Holy crap," I said looking his armor over. "You're a Power Ranger!" "You better believe it," he said, a small speaker crackling from his armor. "How did you do this?" asked Kelley. "That thing," said Elliot, pointing towards the corner of the room. Kelley and I turned to look at the corner, and for the first time noticed what seemed to be a strange looking device. It was the size of a wardrobe, with a small control panel next to it. It almost looked like a magician's vanishing booth. "That thing turned you into a Power Ranger?" I asked, gesturing towards it. "Yeah," he replied. I walked over to it, and looked it over. It looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie with all the flashing lights, and buttons. "How's it work?" asked Kelley. "Power Down," said Elliot, and suddenly his armor exploded off of him, leaving him looking like his normal self. "Like this." He walked over to a small purple flat surface with a hand print, and set his hand down on it. "You think about what you want, and it comes up on this screen." Slowly an image of Elliot with his morpher came on the display screen. "Then you step inside, and press the button inside, and when you come out, you have what you thought of." "That's amazing," I said. "Think of the awesome stuff we can do with this." "We should all be Power Rangers," spurted out Elliot. Kelley, and I turned towards him with awkward looks. "Hear me out. This could be the biggest adventure of our life. The three of us could help change the world, and fight evil at the same." "Wait, what?" I asked him. "Change the world? Change it to what, who are we to decide what changes need to be made, we're just in high school." "What evil?" asked Kelley, "Do you want us to go hunt down terrorists?" Elliot waved us off, "Those are all good points, but why not take at just being Power Rangers. If you want you can always give it up." I shook my head, "I don't know man." I ran my hands through my hair. I looked at him for a moment, and then a thought popped into my head. "Why the Blue Ranger?" "What?" asked Elliot. "Why the Blue Ranger?" I asked again. "I thought the Red Ranger was always the one in charge." He smiled, and looked at me. "Well I thought I'd be the Blue Ranger because I thought there was someone better than me to do that." I turned towards Kelley, and he was smiling at me, and then looking at Elliot. I looked over to Elliot. "You mean me?" "I think Red might suit you," chimed in Kelley. The screen suddenly changed, and instead of Elliot standing there with his morpher, there was a picture of me, with a red band on my wrist, which I assumed was my morpher. "This is nuts guys," I told them. "What have you got to lose?" asked Elliot. "Yeah man, it might be kind of cool," said Kelley. I took another look at the screen and smiled. "Why not?" I walked into the small closet, and heard the door shut behind me. "Now what?" "Press the button inside," said Elliot. I turned around and saw a small, gleaming button, which I pressed. There was a bright purple flash, and the doors opened. I looked down at my wrist, and saw the band which was now an access to my new powers. "Okay, I guess I'm the new Red Ranger," I said, stepping back out. "Did it feel weird?" asked Kelley. "No," I said, "Not at all." "You ready?" asked Elliot, looking towards Kelley. "Yeah sure," he said. Elliot placed his hand on the control panel, and then nodded at Kelley, who stepped forward, and entered the device. The door closed behind him, and then there was a flash from the machine. The doors open, and what happened next was the beginning of a series of events that would change our lives. Kelley stepped out of the machine, but not in the way I expected. Emerging from the machine was what I could only describe as an amazingly, beautiful girl. She wore two black spaghetti strap sandals, which led to her skin tight black pants, showing off her killer legs, then wrapped around her wide hips. Her midriff was bare, but led to a short yellow tank top, which wrapped around her generous female bust, and showed off her flat stomach, and quite trim build. Her face was quite breath taking, a cross between Jessica Simpson, and Sarah Michelle Gellar, with long brown, wavy hair framing her face. A tan complexion covered her light build, while her soft blue eyes and pouty lips looked like they were begging to be kissed, and as she smiled at me, I was suddenly aware of the reality of the situation. "Oh my god," I said "What's a matter?" asked Kelley, then suddenly put his hands up to his neck, trying to figure out what was wrong with his voice. His hands made it half way there when he looked down, and saw his manicured fingernails, and then just as he was about to scream, Elliot placed a hand over his mouth, muffling it. Kelley took a few deep breaths, and then Elliot slowly took away his hand. "Elliot, what did you do to me?" Her soft feminine voice was suddenly very serious and determined. She placed her hands up to her new large female assets cupping them momentarily, and then dropping them back to her sides. It was an erotic look, but as anger crossed her face, the gravity of the situation hit all of us. "I know you're probably mad," he said. "Mad, you turned me into a girl dude," Kelley countered. "Are you nuts?" "We had two male Rangers," he explained, "we needed at least one hot female Ranger." "I'm so going to kill you," Kelley said, leaping towards Elliot. Elliot jumped out the way, and just as Kelley tried to lunge again, I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him back, feeling his lighter frame for the first time. "If you kill him," I said, holding on to Kelley, "you won't get turned back into your old self." He started to calm down, and regained his composure. I couldn't help but notice his chest rise and fall with each breath, but turned away in disgust at my own actions of staring at my best friends rack. "You can change him back?" "Yeah," said Elliot. Almost on cue, there was the sound of moving mechanical parts, and the three of us turned to look at the device which slowly began to fold in upon itself. Slowly in compacted until it was the size of a laptop, and silently the three of us looked at it in confusion. Elliot looked up, and turned towards us, "Well that doesn't bode well." "Please tell me it still works," groaned Kelley. Elliot walked over to it, and tried to pick the device up. He lifted it up like it was a book, and tried to look for some sort of button or switch that it would open back up, but it was only in vain for he could not find a way to get it back open. "There has to be a way," stated Kelley, stalking forward, and taking the device from Elliot. Slowly he tried in vain, just like Elliot to open it. "I can't stay like this." He threw the device down at the ground, and it barely scratched it. Sobbing, he collapsed to his knees. "I don't want to be like this." I was confused, because I didn't know how to help my friend. I started to notice that Kelley's mannerisms were different somehow, more feminine. I also noticed the yellow band resting on his wrist. "Way'ta go Elliot," I told him. "I didn't know this was going to happen," he returned. I took a deep breath, and slowly walked over to Kelley. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and quickly he shrugged it off, getting up, and moving towards the door. "Look at me," said Kelley, "I'm crying like some little girl." He slowly wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's just that..." Slowly tears began to build up behind his eyes again, and slowly the flood came forth. "God damn it, this sucks." She raced towards the door, opened it, and ran out. I started after, but Elliot cut me off. "Let her go," he said. "Are you nuts?" I asked. "She needs some time," he told me. "She's like this because of you," I said pushing him away, and heading towards the door. I opened it, just as the bell rang, and instantly the corridor was flooded by students. I looked for Kelley, but didn't see him anywhere. Frustrated I slammed my fists in the wall next to me, and noticed the plaster cracked slightly. I pulled my fist back and looked at them. What did Elliot do to us? My name is Elliot, and today something amazing happened to me. I found a way to fulfill my ultimate fantasy. I discovered technology to allow me to become a Power Ranger, the blue one in fact. If that wasn't cool enough, I transformed my two good friends Christian, and Kelley into Rangers too. However, playing a small joke on Kelley; I turned him into a girl that was based on several celebrities, including a few former female Power Rangers, thinking I could change him back right after, but unfortunately, the machine locked up, literally, right after his transformation, and now it seems he's stuck like that. I was worried about my friend, but at the same time I was on an almost euphoric high because my fantasy had come true. I was a Power Ranger now, which meant I could fight evil, and protect the world. But first thing was first. You see, back then I was more worried about my image, and reputation, than the crisis my friend felt with his reproductive organs suddenly on the inside. I had an ulterior motive to getting the powers I now had, and that was to impress people around me, and gain their respect. In fact, I had one crowd singled out. Growing up as an Asian-American I always felt the rift in my ethnicity, not really being accepted on either side. My family however was very proud of its Asian Heritage, and as such I was raised in a Japanese style that my family was. Most of my friends outside of school were Asian, and the one place they always got together was this club downtown, and now I had an in that would gain the respect of the rest of my peers. I watched Christian tear out of the room after Kelley who looked quite shaken, but who could really blame her. I mean him. It was my fault, and I felt kind of bad, but hey, there was nothing we could do now, so I decided to leave before Christian got angry at me or something. I would give him a little time to cool off before I went to talk to him again. I snuck out of the closet, and headed for my last class, a little extra pep in my stride as I went to my class. I had a boost of confidence with my new abilities, and it added a smile to my face. I couldn't sit still most of the time in class, and once the bell rang, I was out the door faster than Bart Simpson in the opening credits of the Simpsons. It was still early in the day, so I had to wait a little while before a crowd built up in the club, so I spent the majority of the afternoon in front of my mirror looking at my new Ranger armor, complete with laser sidearm. This was beyond cool. I waited patiently in my room for several hours, not too hard when I spent most of the time admiring the gleam off my armor, like some guys do the fresh paint on their new cars, but it started to become early evening, and I came up with a plan. I entered through the main doorway to the club, though the bouncer gave me a little trouble. A short amount of social hacking later and I was in, hearing the loud music pumping through the room. The lights and lasers cascaded through the room, occasionally blinding the occupants. I looked around the room and then I saw her. Her name was Aimee, and she was two years ahead of the rest of us, a freshman in college. She was a second generation Asian American, and only had one parent who was Asian. She had a beautiful look to her though, with her long flowing hair, and amazing body. She had one of those shiny secant dresses on with black high pumps, which accentuated her killer legs. I smiled as I looked her over before finally working up the nerve to talk to her. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked her. She turned, and smiled at me. "Hey, Elliot right?" she asked. "Yeah," I said with a slight smirk. "How's it going?" she asked me placing her hand on her side. "Pretty good, you?" I asked, folding my arms in front of me. "Not too bad," she said. "I remember you from before, you were telling those funny jokes. "Oh you mean the one about the dumb blondes," I said, remembering how a few people had found those funny. "Yeah, those we're really good," I replied. She cocked her head to the side, and her dark fell with the movement. "You up for a dance?" she asked. I smiled, and bravely I wrapped my hand around her waist, escorting towards the crowded dance floor. We were almost to the floor when we were stopped by Aimee's boyfriend, Adam. He was taller, and bigger than I was, by a lot. He looked like a body builder, and probably spent a good time in the gym to get the form he had. "Hey man," he said, addressing me. "What are you think you're doing?" "The lady asked for a dance," I replied, standing firm, "Just trying to oblige her." "I think I can handle it," he said, reaching for her arm. I looked towards Aimee, and she looked towards the hand with a face of disgust. "I believe she asked me," I told Adam. He didn't like that response though, and pulled back his hand, which he clenched into a fist. "Maybe you can't take a hint loser," he told me. "Get lost." "Make me," I replied. A look of anger and indignation crossed his face, and faster than the crack of a whip he took a swing at me. Letting go of Aimee, I sidestepped the punch with my new Ranger abilities, blocking it as it went. Adam recovered, a little surprised, and then took another swing. I pushed myself backwards, arching my back and doing a back handspring, putting some distance between him and I. "What are you, some kind of freak?" he asked me. The crowds had separated to watch the fight, and the bouncers were making their way towards us, so I knew I had to act fast. I twisted my wrist, and instantly my morpher appeared on my wrist. "What is that?" I smiled, and twisted my wrist towards me, "Ranger Armor, Go!" I slapped my fingers down on my morpher, activating it. Instantly my body was covered by the blue armor I had been admiring all afternoon. I now stood before everyone in the club as the Blue Ranger. "Those fancy tricks aren't going to help you any," he told me. Charging me, he threw a punch towards my helmet. I grabbed it out of the air, and bent his wrist back, using the strength of my armor against him. "I think you owe us an apology," I said, watching him cringe in pain. He backed away pulling his hand with him, and then tried to kick me. I grabbed his ankle, and then rotated it, letting him spin before he hit the ground. The bouncers arrived on the scene just about then, and took one look at me, and then looked down to Adam. They looked at each other, and then grabbed Adam, hauling him towards the door. There was a loud applause from the spectators, and Aimee came over smiling, put her hands on my shoulder. I swear man; it was just like the movies. As I bolted out of the closet looking for Kelley, and as the students poured in around me from their class, I knew it would be hopeless to spot him in the crowd, even in his altered shape. I decided the best place to look immediately would be his locker, so I went back to our small cluster hoping for some luck, but none came to me, as a patient wait of several moments produced little result. The late bell rang, and I cursed silently, because I knew there was no way I could find him, and not miss my class. I wanted to help Kelley, but I would be killed if I didn't finish class. As I walked into my chemistry class, and sat through class I was so wrapped up in worrying about Kelley that it took several minutes before I realized how few people were actually in the class. I looked around at the few people left, and wondered if maybe there was an away game or something. The bell finally rang forty minutes later, and I made it back to my locker. I turned to look down the hall for a moment, and my eye wondered over a large group of people that seemed to be moving with Alyssa Devonshire. Alyssa was the bombshell of the Senior class, the year ahead of us. She had been beautiful freshman year, an early bloomer with her supermodel body, and cheerleader grace, but these days she was on top of the world being elected Homecoming Queen and in line for Prom Queen. It wasn't unusual to see her with entourage, but one this big was a little strange. I turned away and shoved my books into my bag, and then grabbed my cell, switching it on as I walked out the main doors. No messages were left, which meant Kelley hadn't tried calling. I was still pretty worried about him, especially in his changed form. There's no telling what could happen. Kelley was my best friend, and if something drastic had happened, he'd head straight home, but he couldn't now, because they would never recognize him, so the only other place he might go his my place. I double timed it home, hoping to find him there, but only my mother was home. After several hours of waiting at home, hoping for some sign of Kelley, I tried to find Elliot hoping for some bizarre reason that maybe he heard from him. I called his house, and found out that he was out. When I asked his mother where, she told me that he had probably gone to that club downtown he was always at. That boy was nuts. I headed out of the house, which wasn't technically allowed on a school night, so you could say I snuck out of the house. Anyway, I snuck out of the house and quickly made my way downtown towards Elliot's hang out spot. I found the club quickly enough, and as I stood in line waiting, I felt out of place. I made it to the front of line quick enough though, but the bouncer looked like he might give me some trouble. "You sure you want to come in here?" he asked me, giving his tough guy look a try. "I'm looking for my friend," I told him. "Which friend would that be?" he asked, crossing his arms. I sighed, and stared right back at him, "His name is Elliot." "You're a friend of Elliot?" he asked, somewhat surprised. Taken aback I looked at him and said, "Uh, yeah." "Then come right on in man," he said, and let me pass through. I walked in, unsure as to whether or not this was some sort of trap, but made my way towards the inside. The music was blaring as I entered the main room, and the lights were crazy, blinding me at times. I took a quick scan around the room, and slowly made my way towards a darker corner to the side. There was a table light barely coming from it, but I could make out a faint glow. Slowly I walked over, and as I did my eyes adjusted. I could see Elliot in the back corner of the round table surrounded by several women. I approached the table, only for several staff to block me off. "It's alright," said Elliot. "He's with me." The two staff members looked at each other, and stood aside to let me pass. "What's up Christian?" "What's going on here?" I asked out of curiosity. A girl on his right hand side, a rather attractive Asian American with this silver secant dress turned towards me. "Elliot's telling stories about how he saved the world," she said. "He's the real life Blue Power Ranger." The look on Elliot's face was much akin to a child's hand in a cookie jar when being caught by their parents. "Is that so?" I asked. "Totally," said a girl on his left. "He like totally kicked some punk's ass a little while ago." "Did he now?" I asked sarcastically. "Uh girls," chimed in Elliot. "This is my buddy Christian." "Is he a Power Ranger too?" asked the second one. "Yeah," I replied, "and I'm really pissed someone leaked our secret identities." The girls took the hint, and slowly they left the table giving me and Elliot some alone time. "You want to tell me what you're doing here?" "I don't have to explain myself to you," he said accusingly. "What are you my father?" "Do you even care about what happened to Kelley?" I asked him. "Sure, it's a terrible shame," he said. "But she'll make it through life better with that body of hers." "Hello," I yelled at him. "He can't go back to his family anymore; he has no identification, no papers. You've all but screwed him." Elliot turned away from me and looked at the crowd. Guilt slowly began to creep into his expression. "I thought you wanted to be a Power Ranger Elliot, but instead of helping other people, you seem only interested in helping Elliot." He turned back towards me, a look of rage across his face. He looked ready to say something, and then his gaze fell towards the table, and the rage began to slip away as it was replaced by sorrow. "You've got a friend out there, who needs our help, and you're trying to play tough guy for the ladies? Some Ranger." I turned my back on him, and headed towards the door. I never saw his final reaction, but I imagine what I had said struck him in some way. I decided that if I had any hope of seeing Kelley, I'd have to go back to my original plan of sitting at home, waiting for him to show up. I just hoped my parents hadn't noticed that I had snuck out. My name is Kelley, and my world, had just radically changed. This morning when I woke up, I had been healthy, somewhat attractive Junior year boy in high school, with a semi-professional career in disc-jockeying. My life changed suddenly when I stepped into this weird device which I thought would grant me these powers to become a Power Ranger like my friends Christian, and Elliot. When I stepped out though, I had gone from high school aged male, to female in a heartbeat. Elliot had played a joke on me, and thought he could rectify it instantly, only to discover that after my transformation, the device stopped working. I now possessed the body of a rather attractive adolescent girl, complete with the reproductive organs, and secondary sexual characteristics. That's right, I had tits, a great ass, and a vagina. Needless to say, I was a bit upset. I had burst forth from the closet that we had been pulled into to receive these powers in tears, and instinctively I raced towards the bathroom. At the last moment as I was about to push open the door to the guy's bathroom, the sign on the door caught my attention, and as another fit of sobs began to descend upon me, I turned, and pushed the girls door open. I quickly walked over to a free stall, and shut the door behind me, sitting down on the lid, and wrapping my arms on me, rocking back in forth. Tears streamed down my cheeks, staining them. I didn't make any noise, because it still hurt too much to comprehend. I was stuck like this, and the only thing that kept going through my head was, how the heck could I go home looking like this. My parents would never look at me again. No one outside of Christian, and Elliot knew who I was now. For what seemed like an eternity, I sat there and just cried. Finally, feeling drained, I slowly wiped the moisture away from eyes. Slowly I stood up and looked down at the rest of my body. It was awkward the way my chest stuck out in front of me. I reached my hands up slowly, and cupped my new breasts in my hands. Slowly I worked my hands around them, and as I did I was hit by a powerful feeling of pleasure. I knew that girls got turned on by the touch, because I had a few girlfriends. This was nuts though. I could feel the material of my bra through my shirt, and for the first time I became aware of wearing it. I turned to look at my hands, and noticed how much smaller they were. The nails were longer and painted a light bluish/cobalt color. On my wrist rested a yellow bracelet, which I could only assume be the powers that Elliot was talking about. This meant that on top of everything else, I was now not just a girl, but also a Power Ranger. I was so going to kick his butt the next time I saw him. My arms were small and devoid of hair, and I had less muscle mass than before on my biceps. My skin had a bit of tan to it. I felt my stomach, and I could feel how smooth and soft my skin was. My stomach was firm and tight, as was my butt which I examined next. It was bigger than before, and seemed to hug the curve of my pants. Slowly I put a hand over the front of my crotch, and felt the flatness. I pulled my hand away not ready to feel what that was like for now. Instead I put my hands to my face, and felt it. It felt alien to me with the higher cheekbones, the smaller nose, and the fuller lips. I listened for a moment to see if anyone was around before I stepped out, and went to the mirror by the sink. I was awestruck by what I saw, because staring back was a very beautiful girl. She had innocent girl next door look, and the soft brown hair with the wave seemed to just complete the look her face catalyzed. I looked further down, and the body with its dimensions looked amazing. I was attractive, enough to catch attention, but not drop dead gorgeous, just traffic stopping. The hardest part though was to think that this was now the body I would have the rest of my life. It hit me then that I was now privy to all the other exciting activities of womanhood. Periods, pregnancy, and finally of course menopause. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, and slowly collected my thoughts. I knew this was going to take some time to process, so I left the girl's room, and headed to my locker. Opening it, I grabbed my iPod, and my phone, leaving the books behind. Since I wasn't technically a student here, the work didn't really matter. I quickly left the school before I could run into Christian who would only bombard me with questions, and Elliot, who I would have to kill on sight. For several hours I wandered aimlessly through my neighborhood, walking up down the streets that I had known most of my life. For a while it was strange, especially from the random stares I drew from some of the male population that was out and about. After awhile though, all I focused on was the music coming from my ear buds, and for several moments at a time, I forgot about the situation I was in. Standing in front of my house though, I got a rude awakening as I watched my family come home from school. I stood by a tree I had climbed many times before, and watch them file into the house one by one. I pulled back, and continued my odyssey down the sidewalk until I reached the train tracks. The nagging feeling in the back of my head was what else could change. I was a girl now, does that mean I was into guys? I didn't feel anything one way or the other, and thinking about girls, I still thought they were just as good looking and attractive as always. It creeped me out thinking that maybe I could suddenly find myself into guys. If I was lucky maybe I was a lesbian or something. I could feel the temperature dropping, and I crossed my arms across my chest, which helped to push my new bust further up. I sighed, and then realized it had become rather late, and somewhat overcast. Almost on cue, I began to feel drops of rain on my scalp. I needed to find shelter, but there was no place I could go. Then I remembered Christian. I didn't want to see him right now, because he would only remind me of the situation I was in, but he was the only one I could turn too, so reluctantly, I started heading back the way I came. By the time I made it to his house it was already dark and raining pretty hard. My clothes were thoroughly soaked and clung to my new body. My nipples were rock hard and poking through my top like I had seen so many times from other girls. I looked upon Christian's house, and realized his parents were home, so there was no way of going through the front door. The only option was the tree next to his bedroom window which he used to sneak out sometimes. Approaching the base of the tree, I looked up to see the light on in the window above, and realized that at least something was going in my direction. I took my sandals off and slowly started climbing the tree. I went from branch to branch, until finally I looked straight ahead. The branch was narrow, and slowly I inched my way to the window. Suddenly my foot hit a wet spot, and I slipped. I fell, but quickly reached out, and without thinking, grabbed the branch, and swung onto the small roof, next to his room. Breathing heavily, I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. I had never been able to do that before. There must have been more to that transformation than Elliot had let on. I turned back to the window, and looked in, seeing Christian on his bed doing his work. I paused for a moment, and then raised my hand and knocked on the window. Christian looked up and closed his book. Standing up, he came over to the window, and opened it. Slowly I crawled into the room, and stood before him. I wanted to cry, because I felt bad about the way I looked. There was an awkward silence, as we stood there, with me, dripping all over his carpet. I dropped my sandals on his carpet, and he watched them fall. His eyes came back up to me, pausing briefly at my chest, before coming back up to meet mine. It was bad enough I felt this way, but he was checking out my rack too. "I was worried about you," he said calmly. "I needed some time to think," I said softly, turning my gaze away. "God, you must be freezing," he remarked, "why don't you go take a shower in my bathroom." I turned towards him and forced a smile then headed over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I looked down, and slowly pulled my top off over my head, leaving my only my bra, quite wet, on my chest. I was hesitant to remove my pants, but slowly I unbuttoned them, and pulled them off. I looked down, and shook my head. The bastard had matched my yellow bra with a yellow thong. I slid my wet undergarments off, and for the first time, I looked down at my naked body. I turned towards the mirror to get a full profile, and was completely stunned. I had been looking at it all day, but this was the first time I had a full impression. It was quite amazing, with my long wet hair, which fell to my pert young breasts. My body was fit, and trim, and full of life. I pulled my gaze away, and turned the shower on. I stepped in once I had the spray to where I liked it, and got in. It was good to feel the warm spray on my body, and quickly I warmed up. As the spray hit my chest though I was surprised by the pleasant sensations cascading through my body. I took in deep breaths, and slowly I slid my hands down towards my new vagina. I slowly rubbed back and forth almost without thinking, and before I knew it I felt an orgasm building, which slowly racked my body. I had to sit down, before I collapsed. I recovered my senses, and quickly finished up, slightly embarrassed at my outburst. I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel, drying myself off. It took me a while to dry my hair, since it was much longer than I was used too. Finally though, with the towel wrapped my chest, I stepped out of the bathroom. Christian looked up from his textbook, and I watched as his mouth dropped wide open. "Take a picture," I said poking fun at him. "It'll last longer." He looked taken aback, and apologetic, and quickly turned his gaze away, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "You wouldn't happen to have anything for me to wear?" I said, trying to change the subject. "I grabbed some of my sister's pajamanas from her room," he said, pointing to the pile of soft purple satin clothes lying on his computer chair. "She's a little taller than you, so they might be a little big." "Thanks," I said, grabbing the pile. I retreated to the bathroom, and peeling off my towel, quickly changed into the dry clothes. I gathered up my wet ones, and went back into the main room. Christian took the pile of clothes, and headed off into his house to have them dried. I climbed onto his bed, and slowly looked over his textbooks. I heard the door open, and looked up to see Christian returned, though he had a strange look on his face. "I put your uh...clothes, in the dryer," he told me. "Hopefully she'll think they're Wendy's." "What's wrong?" I asked him, observing the strange look on his face. "Have you noticed anything different recently?" he asked me. "You mean besides the fact that I have tits?" I asked him sarcastically. "I mean, besides that," he retorted. "Yeah, I have a vagina too," I continued. "You know what I mean," he said. "No," I told him. "What do you mean?" "Your mannerisms are different," he said, sitting down in the chair by his computer. "What you mean?" I said tilting my head. "Well," he said, "for instance. When I came in you flipped your head backwards. You constantly push your hair back out of your face, and currently the way you're sitting." I looked down at the way my legs were folded, and how my arms hands rested on the blanket, and then suddenly aware of what I was doing, I pushed a strand of hair away from my face. "Oh my god," I said. "Are you alright?" he asked me. I collapsed back onto the bed, my gaze heading towards the ceiling. "What did he do to me?" I said aloud. "I know you're mad at him Kelley, but he didn't mean it," he said. I turned my head towards of him, and anger filled my voice. "He still did it to me," I told him. "And now I'm stuck like this." He paused, and I turned back towards the ceiling. "What's it like?" "Being a chick?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "The boobs get in my way too much," I said bluntly. He laughed. "They're way too sensitive." "Well I can always kiss them and make it feel better," he said. "Yeah, you'd like that," I said teasingly, closing my eyes. "Well if you ever need someone to pop your cherry," he said. "I'll try not to keep that in mind," I replied. "Take the bed," he said. "I'll take the floor." "Sure thing," I said, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up with a start, some nightmare had sudden pushed me back into the cold hard reality of the world around me. I opened my eyes, and looked around at the foreign walls and ceilings that puzzled me as to where I was. My breaths were shallow, but I could feel the rising and falling of my chest, and as I looked down I saw the swell of my female bust. Confused at first, the past events of yesterday flooded my mind, and I realized that it had not just been some bad dream. Slowly I pulled myself up out of bed and looked over at the wall clock which read somewhere before six in the morning. I looked down at Christian lying on the floor on his side. Rubbing my head I smiled as I noted his mouth half opened and drool coming from it. The poor boy probably wasn't even aware that he slept like that. I watched him for a moment, and realized how lucky I was to have him for a friend. He was there when I needed him, and I could count on him to help me through this. For some reason, inside that provoked a feeling of contentness. I rubbed my head, my fingers working their way through my soft silky hair, and I sighed. At least the first day was over, now was the next day of my new life. I looked down at my wrist and saw the yellow band wrapped around it. When would I ever need this thing, I wondered. Getting up, I decided the best thing to do was probably to go retrieve my clothes, and go get something to eat. I was about to head out the door when I saw the clothes lying on the computer chair. They were all folded nicely, even my undergarments which I imagine Christian was probably a little freaked out about. Not risking the possibility of waking Christian, I changed in his bathroom, and then once I was fully satisfied, I crept over to the window, and snuck out, and down towards the driveway. I didn't have a lot of money, but I was pretty hungry, especially since I didn't eat last night. I made it to a diner just down the road, and with the money I did have, managed to get a decent breakfast. The question was what to do next. Throughout the meal the only thing I thought about was trying to figure out away to undo what had happened to me, and the only key I had to that so far was the device which changed me into this in the first place. That was back at school, so that was the place I had to go first. I looked up at the clock and realized it was just a little before first bell. Now would be the best chance I had to sneak in there unnoticed and take the device with me. After paying my bill, I quickly made it over to the school in almost no time. It was strange walking towards it, I expected it to be a bit more crowded, but the main courtyard was empty. Easier for me I guess. Slowly I made it through the main doors and prepared myself in case one of the teachers walked by. However, I must have been lucky because there were none. In fact there was nothing. No sound at all. Normally one could hear the lecturing from several classrooms, or even the typing coming from the main office, or even the flush from toilets in the bathroom, but right now there was only silence. Maybe it was a holiday I wasn't aware of. Slowly I made my way to the janitor's closet, only to come around the corner and walk straight into a member of the football team. "I'm sorry," I said quickly as stumbled into him. He grabbed me by the arms, and lifted me up. "Hey, what are you doing?" He threw me over his shoulder, and wrapped his free hand around my mouth. I tried kicking and screaming, but to no avail. Either I wasn't strong enough or he just wasn't feeling it. I couldn't see where we were going, but suddenly he dropped me to the ground, and I stood before someone else. It was Alyssa Devonshire from the Senior class. "Hi there," she said, a strange tone creeping into her voice. "What's your name?" "I'm Kelley, Kelley Parker," I told her. "I'm Alyssa," she replied. "What's going on?" I asked her. "Nothing much," she replied, "just, taking over the school." I looked at her strangely. "What do you mean you're taking it over?" I asked her. "Simple," she replied. "I'm subjecting everyone to mind control, and then making them do my bidding." She was rather matter of fact in her statement, and her coldness made me somewhat frightened. "You must be kidding," I said. "Afraid not," she said, and then opened her hand. A ball of fire suddenly appeared in her hand, self contained, and not seeming to burn her. Scared, I stepped back, and instinctively stood in a fighting position. My wrist band flashed, and suddenly a yellow morpher, identical to Elliot's appeared on my wrist. Alyssa's gaze fell on it, and she regarded it coolly. "How did you do that?" "Um," I replied. "I'm a Power Ranger." "A what?" she asked, shocked. "A Power Ranger," I replied, still keep my defense up. "How?" she asked, still somewhat confused. "Let's just say it involves a weird device, and me getting boobs," I said. She turned away in confusion, and then turned back towards me, waving her hand with a flash of light. Instantly, I became aware that I couldn't move any part of my body. It was like I was frozen. "Tell me what happened," she said. Without hesitation, I began speaking, and told her exactly what had happened yesterday, including my transformation from male to female, and how I was now stuck like this. It was like I had no will of my own to stop her from ordering me around. "So there are three of you delinquents with no imagination running around," she said, after hearing the full story. "That could be a problem." She turned to look at me again. "But you must really hate Elliot for doing this to you?" "I don't hate him," I replied, "I'm just really pissed." "You do hate Elliot though," she told me. "He's the reason your like this, and the reason you can never go home." Slowly my thinking felt like it was being lead in a different direction and it all made sense. I did hate Elliot for what he did to me, and if I had the chance I would mess him up the next time I saw him. "You're right," I said. "I do." "But I'm here for you Kelli," she told me. "I'm your friend, and I'm the only one who understands you. Elliot doesn't like me, and he's going to try and hurt me the same way he hurt you. We can't let that happen can we? You'll stop him won't you?" "Yes," I replied. "At all costs?" she probed. "Even if it means killing him," I replied, my thinking becoming clearer. "I won't let him hurt anyone else." "Oh you poor girl, you don't like being a girl do you?" she said, changing her pose to a look of sympathy. "No," I replied. "But come now Kelli," she said, "that's a lie. Why you told me yesterday, you love being a girl. The short skirts, the revealing outfits, the power over men. You love feeling sexy too, don't you? You love the way your body feels, the way the guys stare at you, you thrive on it. You even told me what a naughty girl you've been lately, seducing every man you've come across." I felt drowsy, but it subsided some, and suddenly I felt comfortable and calm. Elliot had done a mean thing, and left me like this, but it did feel good, and suddenly attention was being fixed on me. All those guys checking me out, even when I caught Christian staring at my bust, it really got me going. I had a real hot body, and for a change I loved it, and couldn't wait to see it look better. I relaxed my defensive pose, in favor of something a little more suggestive, and smiled at Alyssa, "You're right, I just love to look good, and feel sexy." "It's a shame those other two rangers are coming here to ruin everything for us," she said. "Don't worry," I replied smiling, "those poor boys just have no idea what they're doing. Leave them to me, I'll show them the light." I turned to the football player and smiled, playfully placing a finger on his chest, and stroking it. "He's cute, can I keep him?" Thoughts ran through my head about what interesting things I could do to him. "Sorry darling, I might need him," she told me. "Besides, don't you have to get ready for your friends?" "I suppose you're right," I replied, pouting. "What do you want me to do?" "First, why don't you go get changed into something a little more appealing," she told me. "Then why don't you come join me." I smiled wickedly at her, and then turned and headed for the girls locker room, the sway to my hips more defined, and my movements softer, and full of sexuality. This was going to be fun. I had barely dragged myself out of bed at the sound of the alarm, and now I found myself meandering towards school almost thirty minutes late. For some reason, I just couldn't get started or care. I knew the reason why too. Christian had struck a chord deep within me at the club last night; he had hit me where it had counted. I had wanted to be a Power Ranger for so long, but that desire was for all the wrong reasons. I wanted to impress people, because I wanted their respect, and the end result was, I had turned my back on a good friend. I had gone against every aspect of what it is to be a Power Ranger. I didn't deserve to be a Ranger, and I had no right wearing the morpher I did now. As I stood before the school, I had realized that I had been lost in thought the entire way to school. I looked at my watch, and sighed as I realized how late I was. I climbed the stairs, and looked around. I had this strange eerily feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it. As I entered the main hallway, I gazed both ways, and didn't see anyone. I headed towards my first class, and as I looked into the other classrooms I didn't see any other students sitting there, or any teachers. I knew it wasn't a holiday, and it was the middle of the week, so there had to be something going on. I turned around the corner, and looked down the hallway, and saw several students just standing at the entrance to the gym. They looked like the soldiers from England with their stolic looks, and poses. I darted back behind the corner before they could see me. I tapped my wrist band and said, "Christian, come in." I waited for a few moments and then heard, "Hello?" It was a groggy, sleepy voice, but it was Christian. "It's Elliot," I replied. "What's up dude?" he said, still half asleep. "There's something weird going down at the school," I explained. "Like comic book weird." "I'll head out that way with Kelley," he said. "We're late anyway." "Kelley's with you?" I asked. "Yeah, he's.....crap," I heard from the other end. "He was. I'm on my way over." I put my arm back down, and peeked around the corner, the guys where still there, and looked like they hadn't moved. I was about to take a step forward when I heard someone clearing their throat from behind me. I turned around towards the noise, and found myself opposite three guys just a little bigger than me. "Can we help you?" the lead one asked. "Uh," I stammered, trying to think of something smart to say. "Just on my way to first period guys. Biology, it's a killer." I started backing up some, and they moved with me. "First period's been cancelled," he reported. "Everyone's been asked to go to the gym." "Pep rally or something?" I asked. "Something like that," he replied. "We're asked to escort any late comers." "I can find my own way," I said, a bit more seriously. "Allow us to help you," he said. "No thanks," I told them, finally stopping and standing my ground. They kept coming, so I took a defensive position. My wrist band flashed making my morpher appear, but unimpressed they kept coming. The lead one through a punch at my head, and I ducked under it, rushing forward and cutting his legs from out beneath him. The other two looked at me, and rushed at me. I blocked a blow aimed from my head, and then responded by kicking the guy straight in the gut. The second guy, tried to grab a hold of me, so I stepped back, and then spun around and kicked him, sending him sailing through the air, and into a group of lockers. This noise brought the two guys from the gym doors, and though that guy who went into the lockers wasn't getting up any time soon, it had gone from three on one to four on one. One on one I could have taken them, but the four of them rushed me at once, and as I went for the button on my morpher, I found all four of my limbs being held onto by each one of the guys. They lifted me up, and brought me into the gym. At this point I realized two things. The first was, no matter what was happening in the gym, I was screwed, and two, I was about to meet the bad guy. Once in the gym, the only thing I heard was silence. This seemed strange to me because, obviously I thought everyone was in the gym. At the same time, all I could see though was the ceiling. Finally we stopped moving, and the guys straightened me out, holding me facing forward. There at the end of the gym, by the home side basket, and locker room doors, was what could only be described as a throne. In fact it looked like it was taken from the scene shop in the theatre or something. Sitting in it was Alyssa Devonshire, looking somewhat comfortable, and completely in control. She was wearing black leather pants which hugged her very seductive legs, and went all the way up to her waist. Her midriff, and most of her stomach was bare as she was wearing a long sleeve, low cut white top, what seemed to be a tiara, and to put icing on the cake, platformed boots, and a black leather cape. Two of her overly built male classmates were fanning large objects around her, while a girl I knew to be her rival for prom queen seemed to be feeding her grapes one by one. Lined up along the back wall was the football team, standing quite like toy soldiers. I turned around, and there standing, awaiting further commands was the rest of the school, staff and faculty, like mindless slaves. I turned back towards Alyssa who had a wicked smile on her face, and her gaze was locked on me. "So are you still going by Alyssa Devonshire," I asked, "or have you come up some strange comic book villain name?" Her smile broadened, and she even managed a chuckle. "Elliot Turner," she said, "or should I say, the Blue Ranger." She already knew who I was, which meant either she nabbed Kelley or Christian already, and since I had just talked to Christian, good odds said it was Kelley. "I've only been at this a day, and my reputation already proceeds me," I said, returning her gaze, "I must be good." "I'm afraid it's your last day on the job," she said, her expression changing to mock sympathy. "If you wanted me dead," I said, "it seems I already would have been." "Wrong again," she said. "I just wanted to see what you looked like." My look changed from confidence to concern. "Let me introduce you to your executioner." I saw a motion behind her army of football players, and from the end emerged the last person I thought I would see. Kelley. He, or rather she, stood there with her hand on her hip, with a look of determination, and once more hate. Sporting a white halter top, and an exceptionally short white mini-skirt, she revealed a great deal of skin on her attractive body. Her feet were in sandals with a heel, which gave her some more height which seemed a little more intimidating. She took her hand of her hip, and slowly stalked towards me. "Oh wait," said Alyssa, chiming in, "I think you two know each other already." "That's right," said Kelley as she closed the distance, "we're old friends. Right Elliot?" "What are you doing Kelley?" I asked her as she stopped a few feet away. "I think it's called," Kelley said, pausing to choose her words, "revenge." From out of nowhere, a foot connected with my face, and as I spun through the air towards the ground, I could see Kelley finishing a spin. I slammed into the ground, and forced myself back to my feet. "Alyssa has been kind enough to sort of point out a few things I didn't realize. Like for one, you suck." She dropped to her knees and swept her leg towards me, cutting my own legs out, and sending me back to the floor. I laid with my back to the floor, starring at the ceiling, and I lifted my head to look to see what was next. She stalked over towards me again, and then dropped to her knees, straddling me at my groin. "What's a matter sweetie, won't hit a girl?" She took on an innocent look for a moment before she grinded her body into mine for what I can only imagine was for effect. "Don't worry, Kelli will make you feel better." She leaned forward so her cleaveage was practically in my face, and put her mouth to my ear. "You know, you took away my life, but I have to admit. This body is amazing, so lithe, and flexible. I mean, look how easy I kicked your ass." The only mistake she made up to this point was not pinning my arms, because then I reached up and grabbed her shoulders, "Glad I could help." I rolled to the side with her, managing to get free; we both got back to our feet only a few feet apart from each other. "What have you done to him?" I yelled at Alyssa. "I showed her the light of her situation," she replied. "This is definitely an improvement." "What's a matter Elliot?" asked Kelley. "I thought you created my body to be a hot ranger girl. Don't you want a taste?" Slowly her hand moved down to her bust, and seductively she began to pull her top away from her left breast, teasing the nipple into view. "I don't want to hurt you Kelli," I told her, taking a defensive position. Slowly she let her top fall back into place. "That's a shame Elliot," she said, "because I'm pretty much going to kill you." She stood there calm, and relaxed, confident in her ability to defeat me. I took a quick look around, noticing how even if I subdued her, there was still the mindless army Alyssa controlled, as well as Alyssa herself, and who knew if I would fall under the same spell as Kelli. One problem though, and I knew the only way to ensure any form of victory was to take it up a notch. "You know Kelli, Christian showed me that I was only using these powers for selfish and immoral reasons. I should have been more supportive, and I should have been there for you." "I don't want your help Elliot," she said. "I'm stronger than you'll ever be." "We'll see," I said. "Ranger Armor, Go!" I slammed the button on my morpher down, and in a flash of blue light, I was covered in the same armor I was the night before, still in the defensive position. "You know in real life that looks a lot more impressive than on television," said Alyssa from her throne. "Stop toying with him Kelli, and kill him." "Two can play that game Elliot," said Kelli. She pressed the button on her morpher, and instantly she was covered by a bright yellow light, and when it faded she was covered head to toe in yellow armor similar to mine. It seemed to hug her body more, and the chest plate left no doubt to the fact that the wearer was female the way it wrapped around her bust protectively. She took up a more defiant stance once the morph was complete. "Yellow's never been my color, but I could learn to love it." "You've got to snap out of this," I told her. "We're Power Rangers; we're supposed to be stopping people like Alyssa, not helping her." "Never wanted to be a Ranger, just ended up one," she replied. "Besides, I'm not going to let you near her." "Why are you protecting her?" I asked. "We're your friends. She's going to enslave the school." "Maybe the school needs enslaving," she said. "Besides, mindless guys probably screw better, as long as you tell them." "Screwing guys?" I repeated. "Do you hear yourself, you've never been into guys before Kelli, can't you see what she has done to you. She's changed you into some angry, horny girl." "I believe you're the one who changed me into a girl," she said, clenching her fists. "I gave you the body, she gave you the mind," I said. "She just let me out," she said. I was beginning to think reasoning might be out of the question at this point. "What about Christian?" I asked. "You going to kill him too? You guys have only been friends since forever." "I'll deal with Christian later," she said, her stance weakening some. "It must have been really nice that he was there for you last night," I said, seeing a possible weakness. "I guess your going to show your gratitude by stabbing him in the back." "You don't know what you're talking about," she replied. She charged at me, and tried to land a kick. This time I was more prepared, and blocked it, ducking under it and to the side at the same time. She turned around, and tired to punt me, but I grabbed her foot, and spun her backwards, sending her to the ground on her stomach. She pushed herself back off the ground, her breathing heavier. "How are you going to kill him?" I asked her. "Seduce him into sex, and then once you're done, slitting his throat?" "Shut up," she said, pulling a blaster from the holster on her thigh armor, she aimed at me, and fired, clicking the trigger like it was the left mouse button. Two bolts of blaster energy struck me hard on the chest, forcing me back to the ground, once there, I was hit by two more. Kelli stalked towards me, firing a steady stream of bolts, all impact on my chest until I was practically pinned to the ground. Finally, I was unable to sustain my morph, and my armor exploded off around me as I demorphed. I found myself face to face with the barrel of a blaster I helped build. Somewhat ironic if you ask me. "Goodbye Elliot," she said. I took a deep breath, and shut my eyes, anticipating the worst. I cringed as I heard the next sound, thinking it was the blaster being discharged, but instead it was the sound of two bodies hitting the floor. Kelli and I turned to look at the same time, as the two guards who had resumed their position outside the gym came through the main door, revealing as they fell a very exasperated Christian. Walking into the school, I was expecting the food in the cafeteria to be out of line based on Elliot's message, I instead found some very unwelcoming company. I came upon the gym doors and was immediately set upon by the two guys standing by them. When one tried to grab me, I grabbed his arm by the wrist, and turned, snapping it, and moving him in front of the other guy charging. The two became tangled up in each other, so I spun around and sent them both flying through the swinging doors to the gym. I walked in, stepping over their motionless forms, and looking at what seemed like a military review. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, and then turned to see what was apparently Kelley, in his Yellow Ranger armor, with a blaster aimed at Elliot who was not. I quickly turned towards Alyssa, sitting in a throne. "I think I'm pretty much caught." "Christian, Alyssa has brainwashed Kelli," Elliot shouted. I turned towards Kelley who seemed to be firm in his conviction of robbing Elliot of his life. "Kelley, put the blaster down," I said, slowly moving towards them. "You don't want to do that." "Shut up Christian," I heard Kelley's feminine voice coming from the armor. "This isn't your fight." "He's our friend," I said. "He didn't mean for this to happen Kelley, you know that. Killing him won't make things better, and won't change you back." "Wanna bet?" Kelley said, his voice shaking. Slowly I closed the gap until I was standing close to the two. "Yeah," I said. "You kill him, and you'll never forgive yourself. And neither will I." His hand started to shake some. He seemed shaken up some, and I didn't know what to do, so making a leap of faith, I moved myself in front of her blaster, and Elliot. "Don't do this." "Move out of the god damn way Christian," he practically screeched at me. "Give me the gun," I told him, putting out my hand. "Snap out of this." His helmeted head looked up at me, and slowly he lowered the gun. There was a flash, and I covered my eyes as his armor exploded off of him. I looked him over, and saw the clothes he was wearing, the look on his face, and I knew it then and there. He really was stuck. Kelley would be a girl the rest of his...the rest of her life, and this was not just Elliot's fault. It was all of ours. Tears slowly made their way back into her eyes. I put my hand on her shoulder, and pulled her close to me, hugging her. "Who am I?" she asked me, sobbing. "Who am I Christian?" I could feel Elliot stand up behind me, and his presence behind me, and suddenly I was aware of everyone else's presence in the room. "Well that was touching," said Alyssa. "A real tear jerker. But none of you are dead yet, and that's a problem for me. Boys." Her army of football players stepped forward towards us. I let go of Kelli, and stood in front of her with Elliot to my side. "Not good," he said. "We're kind of outnumbered." I twisted my wrist and my wristband changed into the morpher which I had yet to use. "How's this work?" I asked him. "Remember what I said before?"