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My name is Kelli. Or at least, it is now. I mean it always was, it's just spelled differently now. Wait, let me start over. See I used to be a guy, but this weird thing went down, where my friends and I all gained these super powers, and I switched genders, getting trapped in a girl's body. My friends, Christian, Elliot, and I found this strange device, which we used to become Power Rangers. Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, and it would have been had one of our classmates not used it first to become a witch. Yeah, I know, it sounds real bad, but Alyssa Devonshire did just that, she became a witch, and tried to take over the school, and thankfully we were there to stop it. "Kelli?" said my mother, "are you listening to me?" "What?" I asked, snapping back to reality. I was sitting in our car on the way back from the mall after our recent shopping expedition. Thankfully, shortly after we defeated Alyssa, we were approached by a special group, which dealt with other people who had used this device to change people. They helped me out especially by explaining to my parents what had happened to me, and that was the only reason why I was now sitting here, well that, and the chance to score some clothes. I know what you're thinking. Why am I into clothes? Well you see there was kinda this thing that happened. I was subjected to mind control by Alyssa, and she put some thoughts into my head that I would not normally think. She also tried to turn me against my friends, and though Christian helped snap me out of it, there were some side effects since the spell didn't cancel out normally the way it seemed to with the rest of the school. A love for good looking clothes was just one, among other things. I got into nails and hair, and looking good. My mother was more than happy to have these changes in me, because it meant she could have the little girl she always wanted, and my dad was sort of horrified. I was an only child, so this meant that I didn't have any brothers to take up the family name. The old me was still here too though, I was still into techno music, and I still composed stuff every now and then, and of course I still had my friends. "I was saying, maybe you should try out for the cheerleading squad?" my mother piped in. "What?" I asked, shocked, "Mom! No!" "I'm just saying honey," she said. "It'll look good on your transcript, you don't have that many clubs on there as it is, and college is just around the corner." "I'm not going to be a cheerleader," I told her. "You'd love it, and you get to wear that uniform," she said, as we pulled into our driveway. "I'm not going to be a cheerleader," I said, unbuckling my belt, and grabbing some of the bags. I got out of the car, and headed to the door. Opening it, I stepped inside, and headed for my room up the stairs. "Kelli Marie Parker!" my mother called after me. I turned around to face her, confused as to why I had a different middle name. "Mom?" I shouted shocked. "You changed my middle name?" "Nonsense," she said, "it would have been your middle name if you were born a girl." "Ugggh," I yelled giving up, and heading up to my room. I threw my bags down on my bed, and looked around. I walked over to my mirror, and gazed into it. My new reflection stared back at me, and though I was no comfortable with who I was now, at least somewhat, there was still a part of me in the back of my mind that was not used to seeing this. I was now five foot five, which was a change from my six foot even before. My build was slim, and smaller. My feet had shrunk in size, and were now smaller, sporting pink nail polish, and black sandals. My legs had gone from being sticks, to shapely and curvy, wrapped in tight jeans that went all the way up to my wider hips, and tight waist. My torso was adorned with a white tank top that stopped just above my belly button. It clung to my small, but pert B-Cup breasts, and two straps came up over my shoulders, disguising the bra straps underneath. My face was practically angelic, a cross between Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Jessica Simpson. My curly auburn hair was tied up behind me, revealing the soft tan skin of my neck. My arms were bare, down to my small feminine hands with the same pink polish that was on my toenails. Like I said I was comfortable about the way I looked, I mean I was pretty cute, and my body was in good shape. I started putting some of my new purchases away, and at the same time listened to some of my favorite tracks from the different artists I was into. It hadn't been five minutes when I barely heard my mother shouting for me. I had a phone call, and went down the hall to grab the wireless receiver. "Thanks mom," I called down to her, before entering my room, and shutting the door behind me. "Hello?" I asked softly. "Hey Kel," came Christian's voice from the other end. "What's up?" "Oh, nothing much," I said. "We just got back from the mall." "Not another shopping trip!" he exclaimed. I had made the mistake a week ago to bring Christian along with me, which was sort of funny from my end, because everyone kept thinking he was my boyfriend, especially since I made him hold all my bags, claiming it was my right as a girl. He merely rolled his eyes at that one. "Yeah," I said, "I needed a few more things." "You mean the things you couldn't get with me watching?" he ventured. "Oh yeah," I said teasing him, "you know, the lingerie, the see-through stuff, and the string bikinis." He caught on, but replied, "You know, one day you're going to be serious." "Yeah, sure," I said. "So what's up?" "Elliot and I are thinking about going cruising later tonight," he told me. "You in?" Christian was a big car guy, even though he was only a junior in high school. He spent most of his life driving something, starting off at an early age by driving go-carts. The two summers before he got his license, he worked real hard to earn enough money to by himself his own car, and his dad knowing how much he was into it, doubled what ever he made. He managed to score this mid-nineties Mitsubishi Eclipse, that he dumped a lot of money into, upgrading it and everything. I thought cars were nice, but I was more into sound systems because of my music interests, and made sure he bought the right stuff when he did that part of his car. "Sounds cool," I said. "But promise me you're not just trying to stage me as the hot chick in the car." "I have no idea what you're talking about," he teased. "Yeah, right," I said. "When are you heading out?" "We're actually right down the street," he replied. "What?" I asked. "I don't have enough time to get ready. Why don't you take another lap around while I get changed." "A lap?" he asked. "Elliot and I could take in a movie in the time it takes you to get changed." "Very funny, just take another lap, and come get me," I said. "Fine," he said defeated. I hung up the phone, and looked towards my closet. The light turned green, and I dropped the clutch, sending my pride and joy straight down the road to sixty miles an hour in a little under six and half seconds. My name is Christian, and at the moment, my friend Elliot and I are shooting down the road to our friend Kelli's house to pick her up. I was driving my silver '97 Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX, which sported a little extra work, though you wouldn't know it from the look. The exterior was the same silver she rolled off the lot with, as well as the same body. I didn't go for any kind of ground effects, because most of them looked pretty shoddy. The only hints that it was deeper then what it was, were the O.Z. racing wheels taken off the later models, the lower springs, and the real racing exhaust hiding behind the rear apron. No it wasn't that coffee can you're so used to seeing, it was a real custom exhaust. Under the hood was a different question as it was completely, not stock. The stock turbo had been replaced by a bigger Greddy Turbo that forced more power into the engine, along with the new HKS intercooler I had put on just last week. The turbo made its presence known by the blow-off valve that expelled the excess boost every time I let off the throttle. New headers, and cams helped the translation of power to the clutch, which was a strict racing clutch. Inside, the interior was pretty much the same, except for the two Corbeau racing seats in the front, which matched the stock leather of the rear two seats. The stereo head was after market, and pumped the music through the speakers of the car, fed from an amp nestled safely in the trunk. Next to my new found ranger powers, my friends, and family, this car was my life. Oh yeah, school fits in there somewhere. Anyway, I was entering a residential zone, and slowed down some, so as not to attract too much attention, especially from Law Enforcement officials. I mean hey, we we're both on the same side and all, but they might not get the whole Ranger thing. Elliot and I were into all kinds of music, and of course Kelli had gotten us into techno because of her passion for it, but anticipating the rush of it from DJ Kel when she got in, we decided to listen to some stuff on the radio for a change. We pulled up to another stop light in the middle of suburbia, and I looked over to the car to the left of me. It was some punk with his Honda Civic, who looked like he figured out how to attach a body kit, but missed the day in class where they taught you how to paint it. The car didn't attract my attention though, his passenger did. She was a cute, college aged blonde with just this sexy face. She turned towards me, and smiled, and I smiled back. At just six foot, I was a decent size with my average muscle build. I wasn't a Tom Cruise, but I had a few girls in my time. I had wore my brown hair short, and at the moment was decked out in a black buttoned down shirt, and a pair of khaki pants, and a pair of Oakley Juliets. Her boy friend caught me looking, and revved his engine at me. I turned to Elliot, and smiled. Elliot was Asian-American, and at a little under six foot, his slightly less than average build made him somewhat smaller than most guys. He made up for it though with having a great sense of humor, and currently managed to nab a pretty cool girl because of it. He was clad in jeans, sneakers and a gray t-shirt, and a basic pair of designer sunglasses. Smiling back at me, and then mustering up his best Vin Diesel impression, he said, "Smoke him." I revved back at the guy, my engine screaming, and my blow-off valve quickly releasing the rush of excess boost pressure. His eyes went wide when he heard the sound. The light turned green, and I dropped the clutch shooting forward off the line, while the Civic sat and burned some tires burning out. I quickly shot a few car lengths in front of him, and then pulled out into his lane just as the lanes merged. I went full on the brakes at the last moment, as we were about to zip by Kelli's house, and shot into her driveway, throwing Elliot and I forward as I braked hard. Elliot's head went slamming back into the seat. "You had to do that," he asked, "didn't you?" "I believe, you're the one who said, 'Smoke him," I reminded. "That'll teach me to shut up," he said, although there was a slim chance of that. We got out of the car, and I turned to watch as the fading sun began to set behind the houses of this neighborhood. I lived right down the street, but Elliot and I had come from his house, which was a little further away. We walked up to the door, and rang the bell. As we stood on the stoop, I turned to Elliot. "So, Kelli's been taking this change pretty well," I said. "Yeah," he said, "she's finally stopped trying to kill me." "Don't you think it's a little weird?" I asked him. "Yeah, I was getting used to the death glare," he replied. "You know what I mean," I replied, shaking my head. "Well, Alyssa did a number on her mind," he said. "Maybe some of the stuff she said got stuck behind, and that's why the transition was easier. Or..." "Or what?" I asked, but was interrupted as the door opened revealing Mrs. Parker. "Hey Chris, hey Elliot," she said, smiling as she showed us in. "Kelli will be right down." She turned towards the staircase, and yelled up, "Kelli, you're friends are here." "Thanks Mrs. P," I said. Elliot and I both turned as we heard footsteps on the staircase, and saw Kelli coming down the stairs. She was wearing a soft pink long sleeve top, and a pair of jeans, and sneakers. I smiled as she came down the stairs, thinking about how nice she looked. Don't get me wrong, I mean Kelli was my friend, and I didn't know if I could ever be into her, since she used to be a guy, but she did look really good as a girl, and there was something about her that always made me smile about the way she looked, especially when she smiled at me. There was just this something. "Hey Kel," said Elliot from behind me. "What's up?" She regarded him dryly for a second, almost like she was mad at him, but there was a certain quirk in her look that you could tell she was just having a little fun with him. "So nice of you to check up on your creation," she teased. "Well," he replied, not one to be the butt of a joke, "you're still a blossoming young woman, and I wanted to make sure any future changes were well documented." "Too bad you won't get to see ANY of those future changes," she replied, turning towards me, and smiling. "Are you two done yet?" I asked, interceding as part of my leader duty. It was strange thinking that three of us were people with extraordinary, super heroic powers used to save the world. The only indication of that at the moment were wristbands that were wrapped around our left wrists: mine was red; Elliot's blue; and Kelli's was yellow. "Don't make me put you in Ranger time out." "Ooo," said Elliot. "What are you going to do make us do push-ups?" "Sucks for you," said Kelli. "I get to do them girl style now." "That's what you think," I told her. "Maybe we'll have to laps around the rec field," said Kelli, not missing her chance to get in a few more good shots. "Alright," I said, trying for crowd control. "Let's get to the car." I managed to herd them out to the car, with Kelli and Elliot both fighting for shotgun, until Kelli managed to somehow trick Elliot into the back seat, and dropped herself into the passenger seat. As we buckled our belts on, I turned towards her, and she had this evil look on her face. "What?" I asked. "I've got a new CD for us," she said, popping into my CD player. As expected it was more techno, which we listened to as we cruised along. It was an hour into it, when we started talking about what was next. The main subject was of course, what could happen next, while Alyssa was still out there. "I mean," said Elliot. "She's out there somewhere, and she's still got a lot of power to throw around. There's no telling what she'll do next." "I don't think she'll go after the school again," said Kelli. "She must know we'll be watching for that, and it'll be harder than before." "Do you think she can still mind control us?" I asked everyone. "I don't know," said Elliot. "If she could, wouldn't she have tried to take the school again?" "Maybe the shot I got her with took a lot out of her," I said. "Maybe she's weaker now." "Maybe she's sitting in a dark room right now plotting her revenge," said Kelli, shrugging. "The fact of the matter is, we just don't know." "What about this secret agency of ours?" asked Elliot. "Can't they help?" "They're busy trying to track down those MATs, or whatever acronym their using," I told him. "They're MAUs, and so far they've only been able to recover a few," reported Kelli. "And no, they'll lend us aid, in trying to stop Alyssa, but they're just as powerless when it comes to finding her as we are." We all returned to silence for a moment before Kelli echoed in her final thought. "It's only a matter of time though." My name is Jesse. Growing up is never easy for anyone especially some people. For me it's a little bit harder. You see I'm gay, something I've known all my life, but at the same time I'm Hispanic, a culture known for its men being quite macho. At sixteen, I wasn't the most macho guy in the world. Still relatively short, I stood at only five foot seven, and my facial hair still hadn't begun to grow. That wasn't very distressing to me, because I like to stay neat and look good. I was very proud of the fact that I was quite attractive, having dark black hair, and the darker skin, which is common. What I had trouble with, more than anything was the fact that I was into this really hansom guy, Paul, who was the quarterback for the school's football team. Of course, he wasn't gay, but that still didn't stop me from being totally into him. He was extremely attractive, probably why he got so many girls. His last girlfriend had been Alyssa Devonshire who had recently disappeared, and while it was a little bit weird that she was missing, many people, mostly girls, saw this as their opportunity to finally net Paul. I for one was among them, but of course I was a guy. My family wasn't open to the idea of my sexual orientation either, so they didn't know my true feelings, so I spent most of my time pretending to be the macho Latino guy I was supposed to be, but secretly retiring every now and again to my fantasies. I had been with a few guys, in secret, but nothing really major, after all I am pretty young still. I stood at my locker, just down the hall from Paul's, who was a senior, so as a sophomore he barely noticed me. I watched him a lot of the time, and I knew the kind of girl he was into. The dumb blonde bimbos more than anything, with large breasts, and the to-die-for figures. I honestly could not see what the rest of my sex saw in them, they were just stupid people. His favorites were always the ones who sported the most attractive clothes, those that were revealing, and form-fitting. The exception had always been Alyssa who had dressed modestly, and conservatively, the majority of the time, and was smarter than most the girls in the school. This turn of events had made me feel better, knowing that Paul could appreciate someone who was intelligent. I heard a locker slam beside me, and turned to see who it was. "Oh hey Jesse," said Elliot Kim, this Asian guy who I went to school with. He was a grade ahead of me, but was pretty nice to me. "Hey Elliot," I said to him. "How's it going?" "Alright," he said. "You have a good weekend?" "Yeah," I replied. "Took a girl to the movies, almost made it to third." "Nice," he said, smirking. "You've done well Padawan, soon the trials of the Jedi shall be upon you." "Very funny," he said. I looked down and saw that he was wearing the same blue wristband he had been wearing for a while now. It didn't match his white shirt or pants at all. "So I've been meaning to ask," I said. "What's the deal with the wristband?" "Uh," he said. "Aimee gave it to me. She wants me to wear it always to remind me of her." It sounded like he was making up the response on the fly, so I guess the real reason was something else. I knew he was seeing this girl in college and all, but I always suspected that he was probably gay, though I never said anything about it, trying not to blow my cover. I just nodded at him, and closed my locker. "Well I have to go to class," I told him. "Later," he told me, and headed off in the opposite direction. Class was dull and boring as usual, so as soon as I finished all of them for the day, I went home, hoping to maybe just chill and relax for a little while. I walked home, which was set in a more crowded neighborhood than most of the kids in the school. It wasn't the projects or anything, and there weren't any gangs, but it still wasn't like upper-middle class. It was mostly like ranchers or homes with only small second floors. Having three more siblings, two in front, and one behind, my house didn't allow much for privacy. My route took me past the park, which I was surprised to see was very empty. I saw a roped off section with caution tape, and went over to investigate. As I got closer to it, I noticed there was a giant hole. Maybe they were doing construction or something. As I got near it though, it looked like something had hit the ground, and hit it hard. I looked around, and once again finding myself alone, I crawled into the crater. As I reached the bottom I looked around, hoping to find some sort of meteor or something, but it looked like someone beat me to it. I put my hand to the ground to see if it was still hot, but it was cool to the sense, so I touched the ground, and as I pushed my hand down, I felt something metallic. Using my fingers, I dug some of the lose dirt away, and found a small metallic device buried a little deeper than the dirt. It looked like some sort of electronic device, and I wondered what the heck it was doing here. Maybe it was alien or something, or maybe it was some military project. I grabbed the device, and checked around to make sure I was alone. The thrill of finding something mysterious sent excitement through my veins, and though I knew I should probably leave it behind, I felt the urge to take it with me, and see what it was. I climbed back out of the hole, and then took off, fleeing with my new discovery. Whatever it was, maybe I could make some money off it or something too. I walked through the park on my way home, taking the long way, because I wanted to listen to this new track I had downloaded last night. It was called "The Other Side" by Paul Van Dyk, sort of a mixture between classic techno, and alternative. The park was a beautiful place, and it was kind of neat to see the trees, and the flowers. Techno always allowed me to connect to nature more, I don't what to say, it was sort of like a spiritual conduit or something. I adjusted the strap on my backpack, and then flicked some of my long hair back. I had just cut it so it was only to my shoulders, but it still managed to get in my way sometimes. When I turned the corner on the main path, I saw a roped off section further down, and my curiosity got to me, so I had to go over. I found a small crater in the ground, and wondered what happened. My first thought was a meteor. Then suddenly I thought maybe it was something else. Those men in black who had helped us out told us that those devices that made us into Rangers came from space. Maybe one of those crashed here. I stood staring at the hole for a few minutes while the song played in my ears, wondering if that could be it. I could see the bottom now, and there didn't look like anything was there, maybe someone had already claimed the object that crashed. I was about to jump in to investigate when I heard a voice next to me. "Hello Kelli," it said. I spun around, taking out one of my earbuds, and nearly screamed when I saw who it was. Alyssa Devonshire stood before me, and yet, it wasn't quite her. She looked older, like she was in her mid- twenties or something, I barely recognized her, but it was probably part of her magic that made her look older. She wore a black thick sweater, and dark jeans, which went down to nice looking shoes which I saw on sale the other day. "What do you want?" I asked her, somewhat frightened. "Aww, I thought we could catch up on our girl chat," she said. "You know I've been gone for a while, and I thought you'd fill me in on all that gossip, since were both just gals anyway. By the way, how is that been going for you?" I stared determinedly at her, trying to shake off my fear. "Well you seem to be enjoying fashion," she said, commenting on my white tank top with a flower stitched on the stomach area, and the form fitting jeans that hugged my legs. "You hookup with any cute guys yet?" "Whatever you're up to," I told her. "We'll stop you again." "Me?" she asked innocently. "Up to something? Really, that's so high school. I've moved on to other things." She turned her back to me, and took a few steps away. "I'm beyond the whole taking over the school thing." "Great," I said, "maybe you should take up a few new hobbies then. Somewhere else, far, far away." She turned back to me, and a small grin covered her face. "But then we couldn't catch up. Besides I have a gift for you." "I don't want it," I said, taking a defensive stance. "Whatever it is, you can keep it." "Come now," she said. "Where are your manners?" "Finishing school wasn't on the list," I told her. "No matter, just catch," she told me. Casting her arm out, a ball of gold light shot from her hand, and hit me head on, forcing me to the ground. I landed on my back, and then quickly flipped back up on to my feet, but she was gone. There was no trace of her at all. It was like she just disappeared. I had to go tell the others. So there I was, just another normal day in the life of the Red Ranger. I was sitting on my bed, doing homework, math homework. I hate math. I was trying to take the cosign of one side, and compare to the secant of another triangle, when I heard a knock on my window. I turned to look, and Kelli was standing there. She smiled at me, and instantly I felt reassured that everything was going to be alright, I don't know what it was about that smile, but it was a great feeling. She pushed several strands of hair away from her face, as she waited in the window. I crossed the room, and opened the window, taking her hand as she came in. "You know," I told her. "You could just come in through the front door, but if you want to keep flashing me money shoots of your cleavage like that, I'm not going to demand it." She looked down at her top, and then crossed her arms for a bit more of modesty, blushing. "Listen, before you go off on your 'Kelli has boobs' rant," she started, "I've got to talk to you." Her tone was serious enough for me to drop the rant I had already prepared. "What's up?" I asked her. "Alyssa is back," she said looking me square in the eye, "and she's up to something." "What?" I asked her. "I was just in the park, and she suddenly appeared, and she wanted to talk, and then hit me with this ball of gold magic," she told me. "Are you okay?" I asked her, concern for her safety. "I'm fine," she said. "It hit me right here." She put her hands on her stomach, and I placed my hand on her stomach checking to make sure everything was alright. Something very weird happened then. I kept my hand there, and for some reason I just didn't feel like taking it away. She looked down at my hand, and then two of us looked up at each other. It felt like the room was suddenly getting hotter, and as our eyes connected I suddenly began to feel these deep urges of attraction. "Kelli," I said. "Something weird is going on." "Yeah," she said softly, wrapping one of her hands around the one I had on her stomach. "Its like everything just suddenly changed. Weird is a good word." "Yeah," I said, my breathing become heavier, and I began to feel arousal building within me. She took my hand, and slowly like she was in a trance, placed it to her cheek. She let go, and slowly, I rubbed her soft cheek. She rubbed her face up against my hand, her eyes closing in comfort. "I think she hit you with some kind of spell." She opened her eyes, and the look of innocence was slowly fading and being replaced with something else, almost like mischief. "You mean like a love spell?" I continued to stroke her cheek, and slowly, she came in closer, her hands, almost beyond her control moving up my chest, and wrapping around my neck. "Yeah," I said, my free hand wrapping around her waist, and pulling her closer to me. I could feel her against me, aroused and tense, her body aching, and ready to go, and she could feel me, much the same. I traced one of my fingers over her red, moist lip, and her eyes followed it softly, before her gaze, which had now become lust met mine. "That bitch," she said softly, and then her lips came in and met mine. Yup, just another normal day in the life of the Red Ranger. When I got home, I found the house surprisingly empty and a note on the fridge that told me everyone would be back for dinner. This was great since now I could indulge in my fantasies, and check out my discovery. I brought the device into my room, and set it down on my floor on a towel, and slowly cleaned it off. The object was the same size as a laptop, and on one side was a large button. Seeing nothing else, I carefully pressed the button. I could feel the device slowly coming to life, and as it began to open and spread out, I backed up onto my bed. Slowly the device grew in size until it was the size of a full wardrobe, and part of it expended to far, putting a small hole in my wall. My mother was so going to kill me. All in all though it stood a little bit taller than me, and the construction was more amazing than anything I had ever seen. There was what seemed like a large closet in the center, and to the side of it was what looked like a computer screen or something. Still sitting on my bed, slowly I got up, and moved towards it cautiously, expecting the worst. Instantly every horror movie began to flood threw me, and I expect aliens to come pouring out of the doorway which had just been created, but nothing happened. I looked at the screen, and noticed a purple pad below it. The screen was blank, but had a blue glow to it. Slowly I touched the screen but nothing happened, the machine just sat there and hummed. "What the hell is this?" I wondered. I looked over the machine looking for some kind of words or writing I'd understand, but I only found some strange glyphs and what not. Slowly I came back to the purple bad, and touched it. Nothing happened at first, so I took my hand away, but then I touched it again thinking about how much trouble I was going to be in. Slowly the screen changed, and a three-dimensional image of me came up. I pulled my hand away, and looked at the screen again. Was it triggered by my touch? Was it planning on making clones of me that were evil and going to take over the world? Or was it something else? I touched the pad again, and when nothing happened I thought about the hole in the wall, and wondered how long it would be before mom got home, and smacked my face off. The image changed, and suddenly my form had no face. I pulled my hand back, and touched my face, confirming that everything on my face was still there. I took a deep breath, and then put two and two together. It worked on my thoughts, all I had to do was think about something, or someone and it appeared on the screen. I put my hand back on the pad, and thought about myself again, my face returning to its normal look, but then I thought about how great it would be if I was a little bit taller, and on the screen I got a little taller, and then I added more muscle mass, and chiseled my facial features more. To put the icing on the cake I gave myself a nice size penis. I chuckled to myself, wanting to see Paul turn that down, knowing all to well he would. I looked over at the booth inside the machine, and stepped inside, inspecting it. The doors closed behind me, and I realized that I made a big mistake. I tried opening the doors but they wouldn't open, so I looked around for a latch, or a button or something that would open them. Turning back around, I noticed a large purple button, glowing in the darkness. I pressed the button, and there was this bright purple flash, and the doors opened. I stepped out, and was relieved to still be in my room, and not some weird alien planet, but everything looked smaller. I looked down and noticed how radically my body had changed. I looked just like I had imagined on the screen, taller and everything. "Man this is awesome!" I exclaimed to no one in particular, just pleased with my discovery. With this machine I could transform into anyone. Then it hit me. With this machine I could finally get Paul. I walked over to the machine, and placed my hand on the pad, and thought about my normal appearance. The image was replaced my normal image, and for a moment I sat and thought. Paul would never go for a guy, no matter how attractive he was, he only went for girls. That meant I had to be a girl then. Did I want to be a girl? I mean I liked being a guy, and I was even proud to be a gay guy, but I really wanted Paul, and it wasn't like I couldn't change back later. A secret identity would be pretty cool, almost like a superhero. After all, all that really mattered was whether or not I had Paul, and I could get other guys as well, who might not normally swing my way. I looked back at the screen, and thought about myself as a girl. I started with the face, and the screen zoomed into my face. I wanted to look similar, but did some small cosmetic work. My cheekbones pushed out, and my lips became poutier. I made my eyes larger, and gave myself long eyelashes, while the eyebrows thinned out. Then instead of my normal short-slicked back hair, I let it grow out wild, and wavy like Catherine Zeta Jones. I thought about the way my sisters looked and gave myself the big hoop earrings, and then put a small mole on my right cheek just above the lip, a beauty mark. Pulling out back to my normal body, it looked kind of weird, so I stripped away my clothes in the picture, leaving me naked with my body, and a the head of a girl. My hair fell to the middle of my back. I narrowed my shoulders first, and while I was proud of my build on my arms, I thinned it out some, making it more feminine, but leaving it still strong. The hair on my arms disappeared after that, and then my hands became smaller, my fingers more slender, the nails on each tip growing slightly. Next my torso narrowed. I knew Paul liked girls with large breasts, so I decided to cash in on that, and made the image sport a very large rack as it was sometimes referred to. Moving down my body, I thinned out my waist, and pushed the hips out, nice and wide just like every other Hispanic girl, and who could forget the amazing bottom that even I respected. The reproductive organs reversed themselves, and my proud manhood was replaced with a new womanhood. I made the legs nice and long, keeping my height the same. On the screen was definitely a knockout as far as girls go. I'd dare Paul to keep his hands off her. Wondering what else the machine could do, I decided that she needed some nice clothes. I went for a pair of two inch black pumps, and black dress that revealed a good deal of cleavage, and ended right above the knee. Content with the result, I decided to give it a shot. Hoping for a little bit of luck, I thought above having all the skills, and mannerisms that a girl would need, and stepped inside. I pressed the button, and again the chamber filled with purple light. My back was against his mattress, and slowly I could feel his weight on top of me, as he leaned in and kissed my neck. I let him without resistance, and part of me wanted him to go further, while part of me was completely freaked out that my best friend was showering my body with kisses, and for some reason it felt so good. For the last several minutes our lips were locked together, and then we moved to the bed, and I lying down received a barrage of kisses to different parts of my body. Thankfully are clothes were still on, but for how much longer, I didn't know. I hope it wasn't too much longer. Er, I mean, just that the spell was sort of forcing me to do this, not that I would, even though Christian was really cute, and his eyes were so penetrating, and I wanted him so much right now. This just wasn't fair. Why did all this shit have to keep happening to me? Slowly his hands found their way under my shirt, and they were slowly working their way up to my chest. "Your hair," he said, in between kisses. "What about it?" I breathed seductively. "Its different," he managed to get out. I turned my head to the side slowly exhaling with pleasure, and pulled a strand of hair to look at it. It was still its rich auburn, but some of it had blonde highlights as well. "Don't tell me the spell is changing me too," I said, and then almost let out a moan of pleasure as he reached my two soft mounds. Slowly he kneaded my breasts, and it felt amazing. This was great, and I didn't want him to stop. "I knew you like those the most." "You bet," he breathed, and then kissed my lips again. I wrapped one of my hands around his head, and pulled him in close to me. His hands left my chest, much to my disappointment, but slowly he began to unbuckle my pants. "I really can't stop myself." "Me neither," I said, slowly reaching down with my freehand, and pulling at his shirt. He stopped what he was doing, and slowly pulled it off, and noticed instantly that his build was a bit more defined. "Looks like I'm the not only with the short end of the stick." He looked down and smiled, "I didn't know you were into guys now." Slowly he peeled my pants of me, and I smiled at him, as he climbed back on top of me. Suddenly it felt like my bra was pinching me, so I sat up, and pulled my top off. Glancing down I noticed that my breasts were practically pouring out of the bra, probably why it felt so tight. Christian's lips met mine, and then went to my neck, as his hands slowly reached around behind me, unclasping my bra, and freeing my large breasts from confinement. Sitting there topless, he pushed me back onto the bed, my head resting on one of his pillows. Smiling like an idiot, I pulled him closer, and slowly his lips started at my neck, and worked their way down. "Man this sucks," I thought, as I rode by bike over to Christian's house. "He totally forgot about the project we had due for biology tomorrow." Getting to his house, I dropped my bike on his lawn like always, and walked up to the door. Knocking, his mother answered the door, Mrs. Henderson. She informed me that Christian was upstairs studying. "Don't the two of you have that project due tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah," I replied. "I tried calling him, but he didn't answer." "Maybe he fell asleep," she told me. "Maybe I should go wake him up." "No," I told her. "I'll handle it." "Alright," she said. "Dinner is in a little bit, if you're hungry." "Oo! Meatloaf?" I asked her. "Of course Elliot, it is Tuesday," she replied. Mrs. H made killer meatloaf. Slowly I made my way up the stairs to Christian's room. I knocked, but not waiting for a response, entered anyway. Immediately, I wished I had followed that custom. "Oh my god," I said practically laughing. Christian was on top of someone in his bed, the sheets pulled over their two bodies, and it was quite clear, especially with the strewn clothes about, what they were engaged in. "I'm sorry dude, I'll leave." "No wait," he said, his breathing heavily. "What, you want me to watch?" I asked him. "No," he said. "Help us." "Dude," I told him. "That's pretty kinky." "Elliot!" I heard a familiar feminine voice scream. I took two steps to the right, and almost broke out in embarrassment, and shock, shielding it with laughter. "Oh my god, Kelli?" I asked. She looked a little different, her normal curly hair had straightened out, and taken on blond highlights, and then I noticed, as I tilted my head, that the sheet wasn't exactly covering everything. "If you don't look away," she told me. "I will kill you." Convincing enough for me, I turned around. "So uh, what's up guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Alyssa's back," said Christian. "So you guys decided to commerate her return by..." I started, but got cut off. "It's a spell," said Kelli, who then muffled a moan of pleasure. I almost broke out laughing, I mean come on, having your two friends screwing literally behind your back, and trying to explain something to you is pretty funny, especially since one of them used to be a guy. "So," I said, stifling a chuckle, "its some come kind of love spell." "Yeah," said Christian. "You have to find a way to reverse it." Me, how did they expect me to figure this one out on my own. "Any thoughts on how?" I asked. "How bout kicking the shit out of Alyssa," suggested Kelli. "Good idea, now if we could only find her," I said sarcastically. "She looked older, college aged," said Kelli, who seemed quite out of breath. I risked looking over my shoulder, but caught her glaring at me, mid throw of passion I believe, and quickly faced forward. "Well," I said. "I can go see if Aimee might know if they're any parties tonight." "Why don't you," suggested Kelli. I headed for the door. "And Elliot," said Christian. "I don't know how much longer we can last." I broke out in a full fit of laughter right then and there, and collapsed on the floor in pure laughter for a few minutes, before finally regaining my composure and stood up, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "Elliot, I'm SO going to kill you," said Kelli. "Right," I said. "Well I better find Alyssa so you can pull yourself away to do that." I stepped out of the room, trying real hard not to laugh again. I stepped into the bar area of the club, where the music became more of a dull roar. Smoothing out my dress as I sat down on one of the stools, I turned to face the rest of the patrons, scanning for my intended target. I had been fortunate enough to catch the eyes of several guys this evening, some of which were pretty cute, and some that were sort of bland and definitely not my style. Being a girl instead of guy had its perks, especially when I looked like I did. I was enjoying myself extremely and with the small buzz of booze I had in my system, thanks to a few guys who didn't care about an age limit, I was feeling pretty good, and nice and relaxed. Paul was still my intended target though, and I couldn't wait to see his eyes pop out of his head when I came up to him. I waited patiently at the bar for several moments, making idle conversation with the girl next to me, who commented positively on my wardrobe. I smiled, and thanked her, and when I turned the other way to see if he had arrived, I was rewarded with the image of him leaning towards the bartender. He was probably trying to use a fake ID to buy a drink, but I bet with this lighting he could pass for twenty-one. I excused myself, and slowly stalked my way over to him. Picking his two drinks up from the counter, he turned around slowly, until he realized something was blocking his path. Slowly he looked me over just like they do in the movies, and when he got to my eyes, he froze for a moment. I smiled at him, and I swear right then and there he almost dropped his drinks. "Hi there," I said softly. "He...hey," he managed. "What's your name?" I asked him softly, leaning in a little closer, my cleavage becoming a little more accessible to his eyes. He became a bit more confident, shrugging off his previous nervous introduction, and smiled, "I'm Paul." "Jess," I offered. "That's a pretty name," he told me. I blushed; yeah he definitely was getting his confidence back. "Will you dance with me?" I almost begged, just wanting him to hold me in his strong and powerful arms. He looked like he was on the verge of saying yes, when a stray thought popped into his head, "I'd love too, but I'm here with someone else." My smile was slowly replaced with a look of lust, and copying a tactic I'd seen girls use before, I slowly placed my hand on his chest, and moved in closer. "It's only one dance," I told him. He leaned his head in towards me, mesmerized by my eyes, and my face, and just when I thought he was going to make a move and kiss me, he managed to force out something that few straight men ever do when presented with such an opportunity, self control. "I'm sorry," he said. "I really can't." I wasn't about to take no for an answer, so I wrapped my hands around his face, and pulled my lips into his, meeting them head on and forcing the issue. God did it feel good, and yes he absolutely did drop his drinks, as his arms wrapped around my waist. Self control can only hold out so long against a pretty face. It was only a lapsed though as he pulled back, "I'm sorry, I can't do this." He looked nervous, and then pushed past me, his drinks still lying on the floor next to me. I stood there confused for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on, and then suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my butt. I turned around and sitting at the bar was an older guy, who reeked of signs of intoxication. He leered up to me, and then stood up, quickly towering over me. Suddenly I was frightened, afraid of what he might do. "Excuse me," I said turning away, hoping to get out of there. I was pulled back though as he wrapped his arm around my own. "Let go of me!" I could feel the booze on his breath on my face. "Easy there girl," he said. "I just want a taste." I tried to fight back against him, but then I had made myself weaker with the machine. I suddenly felt helpless, and scared that he was going to try something, until someone decided to step in. "Hey!" I heard across the room. Both of us turned, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking maybe Paul came back. Instead a guy, probably in his mid twenties stood in front of us. He had dark jet black hair, and a decent build. His eyes were soft, and compassionate, and he almost reminded me of David Boreanaz, even had a similar build. "I think the lady asked you to leave her alone." "And who do you think you are?" the guy asked, releasing me, and stumbling over to him. "Mister Tough Guy?" "You really don't want to mess with me," he replied. Instead of trying to make a break for it though, I merely stood there and watched. Who was this guy trying to save me? "A badass huh?" said my assailant, "I know how to fix your kind." He charged the newcomer burying his arms in his waist, and forcing my hero into the wall. Pinned, my hero raised his arms, and brought it down on the back of the bad guy, forcing him to the floor. He rolled away, and tried to leg sweep my hero to the floor, but the hero was faster. It was about this time though that the bouncers rushed in, and grabbed both guys, as well as me and pulled us to different exits. Wondering what I had got myself caught up into, I went peacefully with the bouncer and left via a side entrance to an alley, along with the guy who tried to save me. We both watched the door close behind us, and then turned and looked at each other. "Thanks," I told him. He just nodded at me, and then I heard a voice from further down the alley. "What's going on here?" it said. I turned and looked, and grin came over my face. It was Elliot Kim of all people. "You two alright, I saw you guys sort of forcibly pushed out, is everything alright?" "Yeah," said the guy. "It's fine." "That's an understatement," offered a new voice, this one having a very disturbing quality to it. "Everything is far from okay." I had been searching for any sign of Alyssa for the last few hours, but neither hide nor hair had turned up anything. It was almost like she didn't want to be found, which really was true, since she didn't want to be found. Aimee had offered me a little information on what spots might be popular, and it was on this visit to a club downtown that usually held people my own age, that I was witness to a fight. This really wasted guy, tried to pick on this really cute Hispanic girl that had tried to seduce this guy Paul, which sounds like a plot for an episode of 90210 if you think about it. For a moment, I thought, knowing that Paul used to be the guy Alyssa was dating, that maybe that meant that she was here. Anyway, this other guy stepped in to help this girl, and they got into this brawl, and the whole group was thrown out. Something was strange about this whole incident so I decided that maybe I should go out and check everything out. I found them in the alleyway after the bouncer had separated them. "What's going on here?" I asked them, both of them looked a little shaken up. "You two alright, I saw you guys sort of forcibly pushed out, is everything alright?" "Yeah," said the guy, who looked like an older college guy. "It's fine." I turned to the girl, who had this smiled on her face, one of almost humor, and irony, and I wondered what seemed so funny at the moment. "That's an understatement," I heard a voice say behind me, a voice I knew too well. I turned around to confirm my suspicions, and of course to my not so surprise, there she stood, Alyssa Devonshire, the girl I had been looking for all night, and I knew right there, that whatever was going to happen, was going to suck. "Everything is far from okay." I took a defensive stance almost on instinct, my blue wrist bland glowing in the streetlight. My only hope initially was to put myself between Alyssa, and these innocent people behind me. "What do you want Alyssa?" "Well look at the crowd we have here," she mocked. "An assortment of people I ALL have business with. The slut who thinks she can make a move on my boyfriend, the guy that's a total pain in my ass, and of all people, my dear brother." Considering I was neither her brother, nor a slut that was trying to get with her guy, that meant I must be the pain the ass, but then that meant that the guy standing behind me was none other than Alyssa's brother. "David, what do I owe the honor?" "I've been looking for you Alyssa," he said. "Mom and Dad have been worried about you, where have you been?" She laughed manically at that, almost like all villains do, but I have to admit there was an almost sexy quality to it. "She's been trying to take over the world dude," I answered for her. "And now she's here to cause some hurt." "Wait, did you just call me a slut?" said the girl behind me. "I'll have you know, I am not a slut." I tried to ignore it, focusing on Alyssa. "He's right you know," Alyssa said to her brother. "I'm trying to take over the world, and this shadow of Peter Pan in front of me, and his ragtag group of heroes has been trying to stop me. By the way, how is Kelli these days?" "Last time I checked, she seemed to be enjoying herself," I replied sarcastically. "Good, I thought she needed a little release from her inhibitions," replied Alyssa. "Probably will do her a world of good." "What's going on here?" asked David. "I'd say this one of those traditional standoffs between a hero, and a villain," I remarked. "Battle to ensure." "Because if anyone is a slut here," said the girl, "it would be you Ms. Devonshire." "My sister is not a villain, or a slut." stated David loudly. "News flash," I responded, my stare still straight ahead. "She's a witch, and I don't mean Glendia, or Willow, but a bonafide Wicked Witch of the West, complete with flying monkeys. Why do you think she looks older? She's got evil magic inside of her." "Witch?" asked the girl. "Don't you mean bitch." "That's impossible," said David. "Not really," said Alyssa. "I don't have flying monkeys though, just these guys." Bolts of lightning shot from her hands, and struck the ground, and then four figures began to emerge from the ground, forming into large rock golems. "If you ask me, they probably hit a lot harder than a flying monkey." The girl behind me shrieked, and David let out a cry of surprise, taking his lord's name in vain. Me on the other, I was sort of surprised myself, but knew something like this was going to happen sooner or later. "Ta-ta for now," said Alyssa, who disappeared in a puff of smoke. "What the hell are those things?" shouted the girl in shock. "I don't know," I replied, twisting my wrist, revealing my own special effects. "What we do now?" asked David. "Time for my own special effects," I shouted back. "Ranger Armor, Go!" I activated my morpher, and a short animated scene later, stood before these rock creatures in full Blue Ranger Armor. "You guys stay back," I told them, as I brandished my side arm. "I'll handle these guys." "Oh my god," said the girl. I charged the first creature in front of me, and landed a kick on his chest, or at least I assumed it was his chest, and a he, and it forced him back only slightly. Yeah these guys were going to be a little more difficult than those football players. Once he was further back, I leveled my blaster and fired, the shots leaving two small craters in his chest. "This REALLY isn't going to be easy," I remarked. "You guys get out of here!" David grabbed the girl by the arm, and started to pull her away from the scene. I turned my attention back to the creature in front of me, and started attacking it again. It threw a punch at me, as did his comrades, and all of them landed a blow at once, sending me flying down the alleyway. I landed on my stomach, and then forced myself up. The golems charged at me, the image of which was somewhat intimidating. I took aim at one of there heads, and fired, the bolt racing down the alleyway, and slamming into the head of the creature, snapping it off. The remaining body then crumbled to dust in the alleyway, but leaving me with three more just like it. Well, at least I knew what to do now. One of them hit me head on, and forced me to the ground, and let me tell you, having that much stone on top of you hurts. Just when I thought I was going to be smothered in rock, my breath being forced out of my lungs, the weight was suddenly gone, as one of the creatures rolled off of me. I looked up to see a blunt wooden object over my head, and offered hand. It was David, who helped me back up to my feet, he had struck the golem in hits head, hard enough to destroy it, which only left two. I turned to see the girl throwing cans, and stones at the two remaining golems. I turned quickly, my sides erupting with pain as I did so, but I focused slowly, and clipped off a shot, taking another golem down, and then pausing just as it was about to reach for her, fired again, turning the last one to dust. I took a deep breath, glad to be done with it. David turned to me, and nodded thankfully. The girl came over to the two of us, and smiled, glad to finally be safe. "Elliot Kim," she said, and I was shocked she knew who I was, since I had no clue who this beautiful girl in front of me was. "You never told me you were a Power Ranger." "Power Down," I said, my Ranger armor leaving my body, and leaving me as I normally appear. "Do I know you?" She smiled at me, a smile I'm sure had melted many a man's heart before, but there was something about her that seemed familiar. "I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. I've changed a little." "Who are you?" I asked her, still quite confused. She came in close, and whispered in my ear, so that David couldn't over hear. "It's Jesse Santos." I turned to look at her, thinking she was crazy. I only knew one person named Jesse Santos, and he was a guy, a very macho Hispanic guy. "Jess?" I asked her. She merely nodded, quite pleased with herself. "What do you think?" No, there's no way this could be him, no way in hell, there was no way that a guy would suddenly turn into a girl like this, it was impossible, it was unthinkable! Oh wait, didn't that just happen to Kelli! Shit! You would think I would have been more open minded, especially since there were devices that could... "Holy shit," I told her, as it suddenly dawned me. "Did a machine do this to you?" "Yeah," she said surprised. "How did you know?" "Do you still have it?" I asked her, hoping that maybe Kelli's cure, as well as everyone else's who was affected by that thing was in sight. "Yeah," she said. "At my house." "We need to go get it," I told her. "Now." "What's the big deal?" she asked me. "Someone's future may rest in the balance." This was beyond bizarre, this was crazy, there is no way something like this could ever happen. How does a guy just walk into something like this? My name is David, David Devonshire, and I used to be a normal guy, until like ten minutes ago, when the very floodgates of hell broke loose, and the world of weird came crashing down on everything I had. I had just witnessed, and even participated in a battle between a Power Ranger, and a bunch of rock monsters. No, I'm not an actor, it really happened. What's even weirder is that my own sister, Alyssa, was the one that sent them against us. Let me back up some. I'm in my second year of college, and thankfully, it's a lot easier than the first. My little sister, who was a senior in high school, had started changing over the summer, getting into all these weird things, and weird groups. Mom said she was just going through a phase, and her interest in witchcraft and all was just normal, that nothing would come about because of it. I thought she had just had a rough time with a guy, and now she was sort of acting out because of it, but whatever the reason, she had changed. Recently though, she had up and vanished, and my parents and I were very concerned. Mom had all kinds of theories, even suggesting she may have become involved with a cult or something, and now she was lying dead somewhere in a mass suicide. Dad thought her boyfriend had gotten her pregnant, and they had run off somewhere to get married, and start a new life. My parents may be eccentric at times, but they still loved us, and no matter where Alyssa was, they were worried about her, and wanted to know where she was. I came back from college when she had first disappeared, and now I spent my nights trying to track her down. I had rumors that she had been around, but had no idea where to start, but slowly things started to piece together, until it seemed there was always one other person that was around when she was, her boyfriend Paul. There had to be some kind of link. I had followed Paul to the club that night, hoping to have some success, and I stood in the crowd, watching him, I saw another girl, try to hook up with him. The girl was quite attractive, her Latin heritage very clear in her face, and the curvature of her structure, she even reminded me of Catherine Zeta Jones, the way her hair looked on her frame, and her breasts, and ass were just spectacular. Paul apparently wasn't into her, and quickly left, and as I was about to follow him, the girl was accosted by an asshole sitting at the bar. He tried to grab her, and force himself upon her when I intervened, the rest, I think you know already. I stood now, in a house that belonged to this girl, Jess, in her bedroom no less. We had snuck in, and even though I could hear the movement of people in the house, I was fairly certain no one else knew we were here. Before us stood this strange machine though, what purposed it served, I had no idea. I looked over at this guy named Elliot, who only a short time before had saved Jess and me from the rock creatures. He was stronger then he looked I'll give him that. "So why is thing so important?" I asked him, curious to his intent with it. He looked it over carefully, a grin spread across his lips, "To fix a mistake I made." "Does it have anything to do with Alyssa," I wondered, thinking maybe he had something to do with the way Alyssa was acting now. "No," he said. "You see, I found one of these things a little while ago, and me and my friends became Power Rangers, just for the fun of it." "You mean there's more?" asked Jess. "Yeah," he replied. "Christian and Kelli." "The new girl?" she asked me. "Not quite," he told us. "She used to be someone else, and when I turned her into the Yellow Ranger, she became who she is now." "Who did she used to be?" asked Jess. "It's complicated, but similar to your situation," he told her. I wasn't sure what that meant, but everything was too weird right now to really worry about it. "After she was changed, the machine stopped working," he said. "It seems it only has a limited amount of uses per unit." "How many more of these things are there?" I asked him. "From what we can tell, hundreds, and many of them crashed here on Earth, and caused a lot of strange things to happen," he said. "Do you think one of these changed Alyssa into a witch," I asked him. "Maybe, it could explain the location of the first one we found," he said. "So what happened after that?" asked Jess. "Once we became Power Rangers though, Alyssa attacked the school, mind controlling everyone into her personal slaves," he told us. "I don't remember that," said Jess. "Trust me," he told her. "She did. We've been in conflict with her ever since, trying to stop her." "Where are the other rangers now?" asked Jess. "Well they're..." said Elliot, who stopped, and then it seemed a thought popped into his head, and I thought he was going to freak out. "Oh shit, I almost forgot. They're in trouble. Alyssa has them under a spell, and they're trapped. That's why I was after her tonight; I need to get her to reverse the spell." "What kind of spell is it?" asked Jess, sitting down on her bed, crossing her legs as she did. I let me stare linger on them for a moment, before I turned my eyes back to Elliot. "It's a...entrapment spell," he managed to squeak out. "I have to find a way to undo it." He took a deep breath, and continued. "But if Alyssa has those rock goons now, and knows I'm looking for her, I don't stand a chance on my own." His eyes darted to the machine, and then to me, and then finally turned to Jess. "Unless..." "Unless what?" I asked him. "Unless, I have help," he replied, a grin spreading across his face. "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "You want us to become Power Rangers, don't you?" asked Jess. He nodded slowly at her, and then turned to me. "What do you say?" he asked me. "Are you nuts?" I told him. "How are we going to pull that off, we have no training, no idea what were doing." "I'm in," piped in Jess. "I know what that machine can do, no need to worry about that." "This is ridiculous," I told them both, turning away from them. But then I stopped, and thought about it. As silly as it sounded, this was my way to try and help Alyssa, get to her before she went nuts, and maybe find a way to turn her back to normal. There's no telling what these guys would do to her without me there. I sighed, and turned around to face them, noticing that they were both staring at me. "Fine, I'm in too." I have to say that David Devonshire is a pretty cute guy. I mean all things considered, he had a nice frame, and good looks, and when he smiled, the few times that he had all evening, its was wonderful. I think it was safe to say as we rode in his car back towards the downtown area later that night, that I was into him. To top it all off, he was wealthy if the Porsche we were in was any indication. I sat comfortably in the back seat, what little of it there was watching him from behind, as he and Elliot planned out strategy. I was into him ever since the first second he came to my rescue in the bar. Call me crazy, but it did mean something to me, and it was attractive. I had a feeling he was into me, because he had been stealing glances at me every now and then since we had met, and even now while we were in the car, his eyes could be seen in his rearview mirror locked on me. I kept the truth about me secret, with only Elliot knowing for real, because I didn't want David to find out and freak, so when I went back through the machine so Elliot could give us our Ranger powers, I didn't change back. I stared down at the bracelet on my wrist now, thinking about how it sort of clashed with everything else, but at the same time, what it meant as far as what came next. Pink was an okay color, of course David was the lucky one to get black, the same color as his car. I don't think either of us really understood what it meant to have these powers, and I for one still felt like I was in some kind of dream. It was all so weird and strange, yesterday I was a guy, today I was a beautiful young girl, who had a gorgeous guy into her, and to top it all off, I was the Pink Ranger too, this was nuts. "You've been pretty quiet," said David from the front seat. "Everything alright?" "Oh," I said surprised, "yeah everything's fine." I flashed him a smile into his rearview as he continued driving. "Of all t