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CHANGING THE SCRIPT By Eric Thanks to super Steve Zink for editing! Ms. Yvette de Gilbert's gaze was one of disapproval. The gathered cast of Covington Place quaked. Ms. Gilbert had won the unofficial award of the Bitchy Queen of the Soaps three years running. It was not an empty honor! She won not because of appearance. She didn't look like a major crabby, control freak. No, she was actually a very attractive blonde, 5'8" and looked a little like the star of an earlier generation, Bridget Bordeaux. But her soft, sensuous beauty hid the heart of a fiend, according to cast members. Though they were a little prejudiced! So why did she have the job of exec producer and chief writer of the soap? Well, it wasn't for her writing ability, which was at best average, and it most certainly wasn't for her personality. It was widely believed that you could freeze water on her heart. Perhaps it was because her daddy was the owner of the TV network! "I am NOT pleased!" said Yvette to the cast. "In fact, I am far from pleased! Ratings are down, your acting and diction are sloppy. Yours especially, George, you're putting comedy into your performance, such as it is, of poor little Timmy." George tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace. "But, -" "You know no one's allowed to use that word to me! It's very negative. I only want positives." "Yes, Ms. de Gilbert. It's only that so many disasters have happened to Timmy that some lightness might be needed. Just in the last six months he lost his aunt and uncle who took him in after his parents were killed when a crazy man ran them over with a bulldozer when they were outside in the yard having sex. Then there are his horrible allergies, now he has a broken leg and acne and the terrible family with whom the social workers have placed him. He lives in a cold attic and he has to sleep with the cats even though he's allergic to them." "That's enough!" She turned to her brow beaten assistant. "George is fired. Find someone else to convey my brilliance. Timmy gets more mail than anyone and I will not have him portrayed by such a heartless, unsympathetic actor." "Yes, Ma'am!" "That's okay with me, Yvette! You'll have to pay me the rest of my three year contract." Yvette paused. Shit! Money was money, as her daddy always reminded her. "Very well, I will be merciful and give you another chance. Do try to do better." As she left the studio Yvette was fuming inside. Damn contracts and damn temperamental actors! Yvette turned heads in the parking lot as she was beautifully dressed and her sable coat was draped carelessly over her shoulders. She got into her Porsche and roared away. Yvette arrived at her 26 room mansion. She peeled up with a squeal of brakes. The butler greeted her at the door. It was almost apparent from his manner that he hated to see her. Her 1,000 dollar hand made Italian boots' heels rang on the imported marble of the hallway. She carelessly tossed the riding gloves aside but only one landed on the table and the butler had to stoop for the other. "Is my husband home?" she asked, pulling out her cigarette holder and putting one in. Stevens the butler deftly lighted it. "Yes, Ma'am. He's in the family room." "At the bar, no doubt!" she snorted unpleasantly. She took a long drag on her cigarette. 'If I was married to you that's where I'd be!' thought Stevens. Impatiently Yvette hurried into the family room. Her husband was drinking and it looked like a double. She grimaced. He was very handsome but right now she wasn't thinking about that. "Daddy tells me you turned down the part he wanted you to play." "Daddy is correct, as always, dear," her husband Carson Hart said in a voice as smooth as twenty-year-old Bourbon. "In God's name, why?" She was honestly puzzled. "Because I didn't like the part nor the script. All people in the south are not hicks, nor do they commit incest cheerfully at the drop of baseball caps. The script was written by a hack that never has been west of Hollywood and Vine and it shows." With difficulty Yvette kept her temper. She wanted harmony tonight and some important people were coming for dinner. "We'll talk about this later." Honestly, sometimes Carson was so unreasonable. Daddy always knew best. Certainly those morons that didn't live in LA, San Francisco, New York or Boston were louts and everyone she knew knew that! Why was her husband so clueless? "Only if you insist," he said with a charming smile. Her body warmed to his charm. He was so handsome! And he had not married her for her money, either. He was a very successful Hollywood star and much taller and better looking than Brad Pitt! Also, he was great in bed. How the man adored and loved her! Her husband Carson was not thinking so kindly about her. Not for the first time he wondered why in hell he married her! But he knew. When he first met her three years before he was dazzled by her beauty and apparent sensuousness that seemed to be born out in bed. Wow! What a passionate lover. He smiled, remembering happier times. Ah well, it was just like what the greatest American character, Bugs Bunny, had said about a wicked witch transformed into a sexy lady rabbit, "Yeah, I know she's really a witch inside but aren't they all!" Yvette didn't know it and he certainly wasn't going to tell her until he was hiding out and the lawyers had served her with the papers, but he was going to divorce her. Carson knew he was a coward for running away but discretion was the better part of valor, just as Bill Shakespeare had said. He had had enough of trying to tame the shrew! Or as another great American, the old spinach eater had said, "I've had all I can stand I can't stands no more!" At the dinner party, Yvette smiled and put on her Sunday manners and was a charming sensuous, lovely hostess. Carson smiled to see the men envying him. If only they knew! Yvette enjoyed the admiration as well as the prime roast with wine truffle sauce, rice pilaf, Caesar salad and the magnificent 1959 Chateau Latour. Another Universe - Covington, USA In this world called Covington, Timmy had stomach pains. He didn't get dinner again this night. His evil and hated foster family the Grumps were too drunk to feed him or even eat themselves. His only friend, Herman, had told him to complain to the social worker, Miss Hogg. He snorted with derision. He had tried that once and it led to the worst beating of his life and they even threw him down the stairs and broke his leg. It turned out the kindly social worker was the Grump's cousin and receiving a rake off! And Harry Potter or the Baudelaire children thought they had problems. Compared to him they lived in a bed of roses - whatever that meant. Timmy groaned and felt tears come to his eyes; he missed his wonderful mom and dad and kindly uncle and even fussy old aunt Marge. But everything happened to him! It was almost like he was some damn soap opera character. He tried not to scream as he climbed the three flights of rickety wood stairs with a broken leg that had been set by an intern who hadn't slept in three weeks! His unheated attic and bed of old newspapers awaited him. Outside the north wind blew. It would be below freezing in the attic again. Listlessly Timmy wondered if he would get frostbite. What a hell of a life! But Timmy had confidence, tomorrow would bring a fresh series of disasters. It always did. At least it was too cold upstairs for the cats and they would be hiding out downstairs. In Another World - Hollywood, USA. Yvette lay with a contented smile on satin sheets. She was cuddled up with her handsome husband. Sex had been wonderful! That was when she liked her man the best. What a virile brute. Her body couldn't get enough of him. And he was so desperately in love with her! It was obvious to everyone! In the morning her maid drew her bath and Yvette sipped at her blue mountain coffee. Then she had a massage. Then followed a session of morning sex, utterly delightful morning sex with her handsome husband! It felt great. He kissed her goodbye and went to the studio; Carson was filming some silly Spielberg movie - not nearly as important as the incest southern movie he had so unreasonably turned down from daddy. She sighed. No one knew how tough her life was dealing with unreasonable actors and ad execs and a husband who didn't know what was good for him! She sat down in front of her computer and began to write. 'Let's see, what else can happen to Timmy today?' Yvette thought with a smile. Maybe - In another world - Covington, USA Timmy was kicked by the male Grump for not moving fast enough. His breakfast consisted of week old moldy bread and water and prunes. The prunes were a treat! Timmy hobbled down the gravel, muddy road two miles to the bus stop. The bus refused to come up the terrible Grump road unless it was fixed and the Grumps would not think of fixing it! Delightful people! They made poor white trash look classy in comparison. He wondered if Cindy would be on the bus and his sixteen- year-old's heart thundered in his breast. He loved her so much but of course she despised him and was the girlfriend of Hank, the football captain who beat him up like he was some drum! He got on the bus with difficultly as usual, no one helped him. Cindy laughed when he stammered and tried to talk to her. "Look, the wimpy Timmy has a runny nose and a big pimple on its tip!" Everyone howled with laughter. Timmy was stunned. Where had the pimple come from? He hadn't had it when he left the house. It couldn't have spouted like that in thirty minutes. It was like some malignant god had it in for him! School was as bad as usual. His homeroom teacher hated him because she hated (not unnaturally!) the Grumps, so even though Timmy told her he hated them too, it got him nowhere - he was still associated with them. Life was so cruel and unfair. At least he got a cafeteria lunch from the school. Without it he would probably starve. It was tasteless but it was food! Glorious food! After lunch Hank tripped him up, broken leg and all, so Timmy fell and couldn't beat back a scream. "What a wimp!" said golden haired Cindy, laughing. That night again he had no supper and Timmy climbed the stairs. He couldn't stop the tears. What a life! What a hell he was in! In another world - Hollywood, USA Yvette was eating chicken in champagne sauce and drinking Burgundy with her husband. She called in the chef to complain that the chicken was slightly overdone. He knew better than to say he had kept the dish warming when she didn't come to dinner when called, so he only bowed and apologized. A thunderstorm was coming up outside but she ignored it. "I've got great idea for Covington, Carson dear. I'll join you shortly in the lounge for brandy." Dismissed, he kissed her. Yvette went into her study and turned on the computer. She had once been told not to use a computer in a thunderstorm but that was an old wives tale. She grinned. "Let's see what I can do to poor Timmy now?" Lighting crashed nearby! Yvette looked up, startled, and saw something usually seen only by aviators and seamen, ball lighting! Ball lighting! She had heard of it, but didn't believe it existed! It sailed toward her as if somehow drawn. She tried to back away but was too late. It enveloped Yvette and her computer. Then all was darkness for her. Yvette stirred on the custom oak floor and stared around. Confusion was on her lovely face. She got unsteadily to her feet and stared around like she had never seen the room before. "Am I dreaming?" she said out loud and grabbed at her throat. "What's with my voice?" The fingers felt alien on an alien throat. She stared into a mirror above a fake fireplace and screamed silently like Fay Wray in King Kong. It wasn't the usual face, not even close. "My God, I'm a beautiful, adult woman!" said Timmy. And it wasn't an illusion. He ran soft, pampered fingers over this lush new body. No question, this wasn't his old body! He - she was expensively dressed, high heels were on small, narrow feet and Timmy almost fell flat on this new face when trying to move, but Timmy had himself - herself relax and on trying again did better. He saw a purse on the large oriental desk and picked it up. Inside he found a lot of stuff but also a wallet. Hesitantly he opened it, afraid someone would come in and arrest him as a robber and trespasser. Timmy had not seen so much money in his life. He didn't know there was so much money in the world. At least a thousand dollars! His new sexy lips made a soundless whistle. The driver's license had this new face on it. It seemed Timmy was now Yvette de Gilbert. What kind of a name was Yvette, anyway? He saw papers on the desk and started reading them. My God! It was the story of Covington and his misery! How in God's name had this woman known all the dirty secrets of the town? He found out that the Grumps were secretly brother and sister and that Cindy really was originally Burt who had a sex change operation and that Hank was really gay and that the town's Mayor was really an a member of a secret Canadian organization dedicated to absorbing the US! Timmy's head swam and he almost fainted! He kept reading and checking the desk. Timmy wasn't stupid, and though it was impossible he came to the conclusion that Covington was a fictional by product of this woman's brain - or at least she had control of his Universe and that this bitch Yvette was responsible for all his misery! She had killed mom and dad and Uncle and Aunt Marge! What an unholy monster. True, she didn't think they were real - but still, Timmy hated her. Timmy saw a picture of this new body with Yvette with her arms around a very handsome man. For some reason this new body got warm looking at him. 'Maybe it's her husband or boyfriend, and how am I going to handle that?' wondered Timmy, but anything was better than that old life. ANYTHING! Timmy certainly wasn't going to say she was really Timmy - she would be locked up before anyone could say 'pass me the pen!' Timmy hardly believed it, and it was happening to him - her. Taking a deep breath, which made these great tits swell charmingly, Timmy decided to go out and explore this far better world. High heels clicked on the floor and that was somehow a reassuring sound like they gave power. A middle-aged man with a very closed face said, "Ms. de Gilbert, your husband sent me to look for you. When the lightning seemed to hit the house we lost power for a moment and it seemed centered on your study. Are you all right?" 'He doesn't seem to care very much,' thought Timmy. 'I bet he doesn't like this Yvette.' "I'm okay. Where is my - husband?" Might as well get this over with. 'I hope we sleep in separate beds,' Timmy thought. "Still in the lounge, Madam." He gestured with his head toward a beautiful wooden door. "Thank you," said Tim, in what to him seemed a perfectly normal reply. The man stared, puzzled, at the back of his mistress. The lightning must have shook her up - it was the first time the bitch had ever thanked him. Gulping, Timmy pushed open the door. It was the very handsome man in the photo. This new body got a little warm. 'Now, that's weird,' Timmy thought. "Glad to see you're all right, Yvette," he said with a charming smile. And somehow this new heart fluttered. 'What's with me - with this body, anyway?' Timmy wondered as she accepted a drink from this god like man. Timmy gulped it and choked. It was alcohol! The man laughed and did his laugh send tingles down this new spine. Besides, nobody laughed around Timmy unless it was at him and a sneering one. Cautiously, Timmy sipped. Boy, was it smooth. Like liquid gold. She giggled. Boy, the drink made Timmy feel really good! She didn't even flinch when the man bent over and kissed him - her. 'Boy, did that feel good,' she thought. Timmy found himself giggling some more. Carson was surprised. His wife never giggled. It was oddly charming. Well, she was still sexy as hell and he might as well get in as much nooky as he could before the divorce. He wouldn't dare have any sex after the papers were delivered. It could cost him big time in the divorce! "How about another glass?" Carson liked Yvette much better when she was drunk. It was not uncommon in husbands, but he had more excuse for the feeling than most! Timmy nodded this golden head, feeling better than she ever had been her miserable life. Boy, Timmy felt reckless and wild and kept eyeing 'her' husband and felt like dragging the man off to bed. Where had such thoughts came from? But soon they were in the most comfortable bed together and Timmy felt wild and free. Giggling, she removed the sexy clothes slowly. Somehow knowing that this would drive the man wild. Soon Timmy had the unique experience for a former male of having beautiful female tits sucked on! WOW! Did that feel good. Then it was weird feeling wet down below and a new part - a slit widening. Hungrily Timmy kissed her man back. How long has this been going on? Carson was a happy man. His wife was wild and passionate. Getting her drunk always paid off, this time more than usual. Later Timmy found this new voice and body screaming with passionate delight. Then the explosions came. It was unlike anything Timmy had experienced before. Later, after several more delightful thrusts and parries, Timmy found herself cuddling her man and thought, 'GOOD BYE, TIMMY! I'M YVETTE NOW! YVETTE! I'm never going back to being that miserable, unhappy Timmy!' For the first time, in years she fell into a contented sleep. Another Universe - Covington Yvette was cold, very cold. She shivered. She felt like she never would be warm again. She drifted in her sleep. Was she sick with a fever, her unconscious mind wondered? It was no better when she woke up. Where was her bed? Where was her room? She was in a cold attic and a cold wind whistled in. She was lying in crumpled newspapers. This was not funny. She'd kill those responsible! Agony! She tried to move and her leg felt like it was seared by a red hot poker. Wildly she looked down. It wasn't her beautiful, shapely leg! And it had a cast one it. She screamed and it wasn't her voice, but sounded like a boy's. Yvette heard a very low class voice yelling from down below. "Quit your whining, you wimp! You're not the first person with a broken leg. Now get your lazy ass up and downstairs!" Crying from the pain, Yvette got to her feet. A broken mirror in a corner got her attention. She hobbled over to it, crying form the pain with each step. What she saw in the mirror made her scream again. It was an ugly boy's face with a horrible pimple on his nose. He looked like Timmy! IMPOSSIIBLE! It had to be a fevered dream. Yvette heard footsteps on the stairs and an ugly man came in; he looked ill tempered and hung over. He looked like a Grump! "I'll give you something to cry about, you wimp!" He raised a club and rained blows on Yvette and she screamed as the pounding bit into her now thin flesh. "Now get your ugly, useless ass downstairs, boy! - Unless you want some more!" Weeping, Yvette made herself move and though each step was agony she made it down the stairs. "I'm expected to eat this?" she asked in horror looking at the moldy bread. For this her new face got slapped. "Just for that we take away the prunes!" said the hag. "This has got to be a fevered dream," she said, moving toward the bus stop. Each step made her want to scream. "I can't be my own fucking character in a fucking soap opera!" The bus came into view, blenching diesel smoke and fumes and rattling. God, how she missed her Porsche! No one helped her onto the bus. A slutty looking girl came over and made fun of her pimples. Yvette felt she had to fight back. She whispered to Cindy, "You'd better be VERY nice to me or the whole world will find out you're really a guy named Burt who had a sex change operation." 'Cindy' paled - how had he found out? "Please don't tell!" she whispered. Hank came over and punched Yvette, who went down in a heap. Nobody had dared hit her before. But before he could do so again, she whispered to him, "I know you're really gay and have had sex with two guys. So watch yourself." Hank almost fainted. How had Timmy found out? Feeling a lot better and more in control, Yvette got off the bus. Cindy and Hank were now anxious to help. The rest of the class stood in wonder. What was going on? Yvette's homeroom teacher was very kind and helpful when a whispering Yvette threatened to tell the world that she cheated at bingo! Lunch was uneatable, but she ate it and thought the French were right! The best sauce is hunger. School was boring but easy for someone with a masters from UCLA. But every step she took hurt. She had to get back to her real world and her real body! This crazy, fevered nightmare had to end soon. It just had to! Another Universe - Hollywood, USA The real Timmy awoke with a sexy murmur on what were now sexy lips. She kissed her husband a very fond good morning and rubbed her sensuous body up against him. "Thanks for the great time, my demon lover," she said with a sexy and loving smile. Carson was startled. The witch had never thanked him before. Startled, he replied, "Believe me, it was a real pleasure!" "Will I see you at dinner tonight?" asked Timmy anxiously, like a real wife. Amazed, he nodded. Timmy laid luxuriantly in a wonderful tub the size of a small swimming pool. The bubbles felt good as did her maid rubbing her back with a real sponge. Later, she had a great massage and then the best breakfast of her life. She looked at Yvette's calendar. Today she had a meting the cast of 'her' show, Covington! Talk about weird! The staff of her mansion was startled. The bitch was being nice. What was she up to? Timmy was clueless about where to go, so she had the chauffeur drive her in. She felt so powerful, so sensuous in these great clothes. And she looked so beautiful. But something was nagging at Timmy. Without thinking she fumbled in her sealskin purse and pulled out a cigarette holder and a cigarette in a gold case. The first tobacco of Timmy's young life was mighty good, and she felt more relaxed. 'I should really try and kick the habit,' she thought, but that would be later. Right now it tasted so wonderful. At the studio the doorman kissed Timmy's ass. The receptionist kissed Timmy's ass. Everyone kissed her ass. What a change! When Timmy met the cast of Covington, she felt faint! It was too unreal, they were too like the horrible people of that other horrible world she escaped from, still Timmy kept her poise. Somehow it was easier than she expected. Timmy smiled and was pleasant and she didn't notice the startled looks exchanged between cast members. Afterwards, she met her daddy for lunch and he hugged her and made her feel loved and secure. It was great to have a parent again! Later, the chauffeur drove Timmy back to her new mansion. She couldn't wait to see her husband and drag him off to bed. Dinner that night was wonderful. She never knew food could taste so good and the wine made her feel wild and passionate. Sex was even better that night! Her husband Carson was very pleased. His wife was better than her usual sexy self and was pleasant to the staff and to him. This certainly beats Covington, Timmy mused. Then she sat up in bed besides her husband who had his hands on her lovely legs. If I'm here, is the real Yvette there and in my world and in my miserable body? Yvette had to be! Timmy started laughing wildly at the thought. It woke up her husband. "What's so funny?" he asked. "Inside joke," Timmy giggled in reply, and leaned over to kiss her husband. Carson gave up trying to find out what had happened to his wife, but just went with the flow. Soon they were at again! Yvette seemed to have an added jest. Another Universe - Covington. Somehow Yvette dragged this miserable excuse for a body up the hill to the Grumps. Why did I write them so trashy and impossibly nasty, she wondered? Like so many disasters it seemed like a good idea at the time. She never dreamed she would become her own character and live with them! But at least she was ready for the Grumps this time. Before she could be hit she said loudly, "I bet the sheriff and the whole town would love to find out you are really brother and sister?" Things were better after that. Yvette got some real food and though it tasted horrible, it was real and she demanded and got the couch and a blanket instead of the attic. Luckily, Yvette didn't know that the Grumps were seriously thinking of killing 'Timmy' to keep his big mouth shut. For the time being they decided against it as it would have reduced their income more than half as the county wouldn't pay for them to keep a dead boy! Besides, they might be caught. It had been years - at least six since a Grump was hung and they aimed to keep it that way if they could. In Another World - Hollywood, USA. The person this universe thought of as Yvette de Gilbert had a wonderful breakfast and the usual morning massage and then dressed in expensive and wonderful clothes. Her new computer had come to replace the one fried by the ball lightning, and she was REALLY looking forward to writing more of 'her' story 'Covington'. Some people were truly going to get it in the neck! She giggled happily. Also, she would make Timmy's life better just in case she went back to it. First, she would hide a pirate treasure in a secret place that only she knew about. True, Covington Place was landlocked and no self- respecting, fun loving pirate would be caught dead in such a dreadful place, but when did logic or believability have anything to do with soaps? She smiled with this new face. This was going to be so much fun. Timmy found she could type very well in this new body and even knew Windows. More than once she laughed out loud at what she was writing. The staff hearing this wondered at it. Ms. Gilbert never laughed! Quietly they brought in her morning tea. She looked up from her work and actually thanked them! What was going on? 'What a wonderful life I have now,' thought Timmy, happily slipping her Earl Grey tea and nibbling on cookies. She stretched and went to the mirror. 'God, I'm so sexy and beautiful!' Timmy thought compliantly, 'And not an under nourished ugly waif! And my husband loves me and I love him.' Unknown to 'Yvette' her husband was having second thoughts about an upcoming divorce. He picked up the phone. "Carson Hart here. Mr. Jones, hold up on my divorce proceedings. I may change my mind." "Mr. Hart, everyone knows what a super bitch your wife is? Are you sure you want to hold off?" Jones was not a happy camper. He saw fat fees disappearing. He hated it when people got happy! Bread from his mouth. "Yes, for now. Ever since she was almost struck by ball lightning my wife has changed. She's becoming kind and loving and sweet." "Too bad it didn't hit my wife!" muttered Jones as his client hung up. Timmy gracefully crossed lovely legs and casually lit and puffed on a cigarette, all thoughts of quitting out of her mind for the present. She grinned and continued to write. This was so cool! In a world called Covington The former Yvette woke up. Damn, still in this body and in this world. Every morning she hoped she would wake up in the real world in her own wonderful body and away from this make believe nightmare that somehow was now real! 'I can't be stuck here forever, surely?' Fighting back tears she got up and got burnt eggs and bacon from a hung over Mrs. Gump and started down the hill, as usual every step was agony. The Umbridge like Miss Hogg was going to visit after school. That would be fun! Yuck! Then suddenly the cast was gone and there was no pain? 'What the fuck?' she wondered. She hopped onto the bus and Cindy and Hank stayed well away from her. She was surprised to learn in school that now she was her homeroom teacher's favorite pupil! Then Timmy's only friend Herman came up and said, "Great news, Timmy! My folks won a share of the lottery - 225,000.16 bucks. Now we can pay off the mortgage and all the debts. My uncle's gambling and mom's drug problems are also over." A stunned Yvette listened to this. Fuck! It couldn't be true, but it was the only explanation. Timmy must be in her beautiful body and in her world! Timmy must be making these changes, instant healed leg, his friend Herman's good fortune, the teacher being nice! She didn't just become Timmy as she first thought, they must have switched places! Oh, no! Timmy was HER and he'd ruin her wonderful, perfect life! And how was she going to get back? Surely she couldn't be stuck here forever! Yvette was full of sadness and remorse. Here she had only been thinking of herself. That was so not like her. What of her poor Husband? Carson was lost and so lonely without her. How unhappy the poor man must be! And what about her daddy. She was the apple of his eye? Also, her poor dependant weak minded actors from Covington place? How much they must miss her and her guiding hand! On the bus ride home she and the other riders and indeed the whole town looked up in the sky, a burning meteor was coming down. The ground shook. The bus and cars drove toward the site. It was at the Gump property. The crappy old house was gone. Where it had been was a smoking hole in the ground. Miss Hogg's car was also a smoking ruin. "My God! A meteor killed them all! Who would have thought of it?" cried the bus driver. 'Evidently Timmy did!' thought Yvette, torn between happiness and outrage that Timmy dared change so much of her creation. Well, Herman's parents took her in and that was certainly better than the Grumps - but anything would be! Another world called - Hollywood, USA The beautiful, sensuous 'Yvette' de Gilbert' walked gracefully into the studio. The valet was parking her Porsche. What a great car she was thinking! Life is so wonderful now. She met with her staff and went over the new changes. Everyone except the actors who were now written out - loved them and ratings were picking up. The actors and technical people couldn't believe how pleasant Ms. de Gilbert was. She even told them to call her Yvette. All of them stared at each other. Who was this clumsy impostor, they thought jokingly. 'Yvette' was to meet an important client. She was a Mrs. Hudson, a motherly looking woman about 50. Timmy stood up smiling and much to his surprise and shock the woman slapped her hard. She put up a hand to a stinging cheek. "What was that for?" she asked. "That's for treating poor little Timmy so bad over the years! I promised myself I would do that if ever we met!" she said glaring. "Now I know he's just a made up character, but he seems real to me!" Timmy had to smile at that. The universe sure was having a laugh at her expense, but she didn't mind. Not now, now she was the beautiful, happy rich 'Yvette' and somehow she knew the old Yvette was now the old him - he miserable Timmy. Well Yvette was welcome to his old life. Timmy didn't want it back! That night over a wonderful dinner with her adorable husband she heard him say, "Dear, you have made me so happy since the night you were almost hit by ball lighting." "Thank you!" she gushed happily, and got up and kissed Carson. "You're so sweet to say so!" A thought occurred to her. "Is ball lighting rare?" He laughed. "Is it ever! You could live a hundred lifetimes without seeing it again. Nobody knows what it is or what it can do!" "So the effects are not likely to happen again?" "Hardly, a billion to one shot." He saw his wife smile very happily. "That's good to know." That night, as usual these days, they made love. Neither one could imagine being happier and Carson decided to cancel the divorce proceedings forthwith. His lovely wife would never know. That morning, the new Yvette sat in front of her computer smiling a rather sinister smile. "It doesn't look like we'll be changing back!" she said to the screen. She laughed. 'Yvette' thought of the advice of her staff that bad things needed to happen to Timmy after his moments of happiness to keep the story interesting. 'Now lets see what horrible things I can make happen to poor 'Timmy' now?' Her smile widened as she began to type. The End?