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A Day in the Park
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006
This is the third story in my Tracy Flynn/Park Patrollers universe. A
short while back, I promised that I'd write a third story if I got a
sufficient number of new reviews of the two existing stories, "NYPD Pink"
and "Trees for Two." (Both on FictionMania.) I also promised that I'd
post the new stories by the end May. I tried, but I didn't make the May
31, deadline. I'm posting it now so I can be a part of "Bad Tuesday", 06-
06-06. Yep, it's going up on the TG-Fiction List and being sent to
FictionMania on 6-6-6.
* * * * *
Daphne Woods rounded a turn in Central Park's lower jogging trail and
moved off onto a seldom-used path that split off from it. She was a short
woman in her early 20s, whose trim, athletic body nicely filled out her
running outfit: sweatband, t-shirt, and jogging pants, all in matching
dark green.
Only she wasn't.
Daphne had been Davy Steiner, a teenager with a serious heart condition.
When his heart suddenly gave out, he's been transformed into Daphne, who
was, as she described herself, "something out of a book of Grecian
myths."
She ran a couple hundred yards before she stopped next to a massive oak.
"Hey, Laurel," she called, knocking on the tree trunk. "C'mon out."
A pale, green and very feminine face grew out of the tree. Its catlike
eyes looked closely at Daphne. "You're looking very 'pink' this morning,"
the face asked, "what's the occasion?"
"I've been running," Daphne said happily, "first time in almost three
years. It felt great, and I wanted to ask you --"
"I don't run," the face said sourly. "Not before, not now."
"No, but you do walk. Come out. It's a beautiful day."
The face closed its eyes and sighed. "Bad enough I get turned into...
this. I had to wind up with 'Miss Perky of 2006' for my neighbor."
"Oh, come on out. You know that you want to."
"All right; all right." The face grew a body, as a woman stepped out of
the tree. She was as small as Daphne, about 5 foot two, with the lush,
female curves. Her hair was a dark green mass of curls with a few leaves
and twigs actually growing in it. She wore a short, dark green silk
tunic, almost the same color as her hair, and matching sandals.
"You can't walk around looking like that," Daphne told her. "People will
talk."
"I know, but I just can't seem to change inside my tree." Laurel closed
her eyes for a moment. "How's this?"
As she spoke, her skin changed from green to a peaches-and-cream pink.
Her eyes were still green, but the cat-slit irises were human circles.
She was a brunet now, with auburn highlights.
Her tunic flowed down to become a flowing, ankle-length dress, the bodice
growing tighter to accent her 40-D breasts. She had a silver bracelet on
her wrist and a slim, woman's watch, also silver on her right. A brown,
leather purse hung down from her right shoulder.
Daphne nodded appreciatively as she watched the transformation. "Just the
thing for a spring walk in the park. Give me a moment to freshen up."
With that she stepped into a second oak just across the path from the one
Laurel had stepped out from. She flowed into the tree as if walking
through a curtain.
When she stepped out a moment later, the flush of her face and the sweat
on her body were gone. Her sweatband was a green scrunchie forming her
long hair into a ponytail. She still wore the t-shirt, but now her
jogging pants were a pair of walking shirts, and her sneakers were
sandals with a two-inch heel. The outfit showed off her trim figure and
long, athletic legs.
Her only jewelry was a small pendant on a silver chain. The pendant was
in the shape of a maple leaf with a pair of silver swords crossed in an
X. A purse, the twin of Laurel's, also hung from her shoulder. "Can't
change in your tree, eh," she said, turning to model her outfit.
"Show-off." Laurel stuck out her tongue.
* * * * *
They made their way back to the main jogging trail and headed north,
keeping to the edge of the track to stay out of the way of the runners.
More than once, though, a male runner came along side to try and start a
conversation.
"He was kind of cute," Daphne said softly, as a husky, bearded man ran
off ahead of them.
Laurel raised an eyebrow. "You turning gay on me?"
"No, I'm... well, I'm starting to notice guys in a way I never did
before."
"Like I said, gay."
"I'm a dryad, Laurel, the same as you. We're... we're _female_ tree
spirits. Now that I've healed, my... my hormones, I guess, are starting
to kick in."
"Damn, that means that I'm -- hell, no way. I'm no damned fruit."
"Maybe you... we... are. Do you know what another name for dryads is?"
"Let me guess, is it something dirty?"
"Wood nymphs, nymphs, like in _nymphos_. They were supposed to prefer
satyrs, guys that were half man and half goat, but the legends say that
they'd jump anything male."
"You're kidding me."
"Wish I were. I asked Tracy about it once. She said that those stories
were exaggerated... some, but she also said that every dryad she'd ever
met had a pretty full sex life."
"And that's what she turned us into. Why that little --"
"I don't know about you, but given my choice between a 'full sex life'
and being dead, I'll take the sex."
"You were _dying_, Daphne. Tracy was coming to save you, even if she had
to change you from teenaged boy to dryad. I got changed this way for
nothing -- just so I could save my tree."
"You were trying to kill that tree. You've been bonded to it for... what,
five months. Do you still hate it so much?"
"Yes... no, I don't know. Okay, what I was doing was wrong, but to... to
wind up like this?" She swept her arm in front of herself.
Daphne shrugged. "I won't say you deserved it. I won't say that I
deserved to live. All I know is that it happened, I can't change it, and
I, for one, am going to try to learn to deal with it."
"Learn to deal with it." Laurel sounded doubtful. "Learn to be a girl...
to be... attracted to... to men? I-I don't know if I can do that."
"Well, if you do learn to be attracted to men, don't go inviting them
back to your place. They'll never fit." She giggled, and, despite
herself, Laurel joined in.
* * * * *
A teen baseball game was going on when they reached the Heckscher
Ballfield, a set of six baseball diamonds in a single open space. Daphne
and Laurel sat down in the bleachers next to the field to watch. They
both decided to root for the Lions, whose green and white uniforms were
"their" colors. The other team, the Bears, wore yellow and black.
As they watched, a Bears batter hit a line drive towards second. The
second baseman had to step off base to catch it, and the runner from
first reached it safely. The runner blocked the baseman's throw, and by
the time he had a clear shot, the batter had reached first.
The next boy bunted successfully, and the bases were loaded. The score
was tied, and there was only one out. The Lions were in trouble.
The next batter tried too hard and struck out. The boy after him hit a
long, high fly ball towards right. The crowd rose to its feet. The right
fielder was chasing it. He didn't seem to have a chance, but, at the last
instant, he leapt into the air and caught it. The inning was over.
"Yeah!" Daphne yelled, as the boy threw the ball home. "Way to go, kid."
Laurel watched the Lion running back to their benches. "Look at that."
She pointed. "The second baseman and the right fielder, they've got to be
brothers, maybe even twins.." It was true; the two boys were identical,
tall and slender with sandy-colored hair, 15, maybe 16 years old.
"They are twins," said a heavyset man, who was sitting near enough to
have heard them. "Jeff and Mick Thaler. Their dad, Ned's, the coach,
mores the pity."
"Why'd you say that?" Laurel asked him.
Now the man pointed. "Watch."
The coach was an older version of the twins, taller and bulkier than they
were. He waited for them near the benches. When the right fielder came
by, he gave the boy a light pat on the back. Then he turned, put his
hands on his hips and began yelling at his other son. No one could hear
what he said, but the boy cringed before his father's wild arm movements.
Laurel closed her eyes and turned away. "Let... let me know when it's
over," she said softly.
"What's the matter?" Daphne put her arm on the other's shoulder.
Laurel shook her head. "N-nothing. I-I just don't want to watch."
Daphne waited until the boy took a seat with his brother at the far end
of the bench from where their father stood. "It's over," she said gently.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No... thanks. Let's just watch the game."
* * * * *
An inning later, the right fielder -- it was Jeff, the heavyset man told
them -- was tagged trying to steal third. It was only the second out, and
the Lions were ahead by two. But the way their father acted when Jeff got
back to the bench, the boy had just cost his team the league
championship.
"Laurel?" Daphne turned to check on her friend.
Laurel face blazed with anger, and her fists were clenched tight. "I'm
fine," she hissed. "Fine."
"No, you're not. You're..." Daphne's voice went very low. "...green."
Laurel looked down. Two fingers of her left hand were their normal pale
green, and the color spreading. "Shit!" She stood quickly and ran towards
a small wooden shelter with a "Restrooms" sign. Daphne hurried after her.
* * * * *
By the time Laurel had calmed down and gotten her "pink" back, the game
was over. "Who won?" Laurel asked the man they'd been talking to before.
"Lions, 5-3," he answered. "It got close in the ninth. The Bears had the
bases loaded again, but the Kenny Fuchs, the Lions shortstop, turned a
pop fly into a double play that put the Bears away." He laughed. You
should've seen Coach Thaler jumping around. He practically hugged and
kissed the boy."
"He did? But he..." Laurel looked astounded. And confused.
The man shook his head. "The only ones he doesn't praise for a good job
are his own boys. He _expects_ them to do well. When they don't, he
figures it's deliberate, and he punishes them for it."
Laurel sighed. "Just the same; just the damned same."
"How do you know so much?" Daphne asked the man. She'd talk to Laurel
about whatever was bothering her when they were alone.
"It's is a neighborhood league. I live about a block away from the
Thalers." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Ralph Simmons, by the way."
Daphne shook Ralph's hand. "Daphne Woods. This is my... cousin, Laurel.
It's... uh not one of her better days, I'm afraid."
"Well, I'm glad to meet the both of you, and I hope you feel better real
soon, Laurel." He looked at his watch. "Right now, I've got to be going.
There'll be a celebration at the Pizza Hut back in Queens, and I want to
get there before all the pepperoni slices are gone." He turned and headed
for the west 65th Street gate out of the Park.
"So long, Ralph," Laurel and Daphne both called after him.
* * * * *
It was getting hot, so Laurel and Daphne headed down a well-shaded side
trail towards the Bandshell. About halfway there, Laurel stopped. "Well,
look who's here." She pointed ahead of them.
Daphne looked. The Thalers were about 50 yards ahead of them. The boys
were pulling some sort of cart full of equipment, while their father
walked beside them. No one else seemed to be on the trail.
"C'mon," Laurel said, shifting to a power walk. I want to have a word or
two with the Coach."
Daphne sighed. "I don't suppose I can talk you out of it." When Laurel
shook her head, Daphne sighed again and said. "Okay, but try and keep
your temper."
"I'll try." Laurel ran on ahead. "Hold it, Thaler," she yelled, once she
was close enough for them to hear."
The three Thalers turned. "What do you want, Miss," Ned, the father,
asked.
"I wanted to congratulate your boys on how well they played today,"
Laurel told him.
"Say thanks, boys," Ned told them.
Laurel kept talking. "I had to congratulate them. I knew you wouldn't."
"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow.
"If you want to be excused, you should ask your boys, not me. I watched
that game. You were full of praise for everyone else's kid, but you
didn't have any for your own."
"Don't tell me how to coach, lady."
"Coach? You're hardly worthy of the word." She jabbed his chest with her
finger. "Any you're even _less_ worthy of the word father."
"If you weren't a broad, I'd punch your lights out."
"I'm not a broad, so go ahead and try." She bent into a fighter's crouch.
"You aren't my... I mean, I'm not afraid of you."
They kept arguing, the language getting stronger and stronger.
"I thought I recognized that voice." Daphne turned. Ralph, the man they'd
talked to earlier, had come up the trail behind them. "I got a call on my
cell from Connie... Mrs. Thaler, asking me to look for her missing men."
Daphne turned back. Ralph's presence was a good excuse for stopping this
stupid fight. As she did, she noticed two things.
The first thing was that the boys were leaning on the equipment cart and
smiling at Laurel. 'Seems like they enjoy somebody telling their father
off,' Daphne thought.
Then she noticed the other thing. Laurel was turning green again, and not
just a couple fingers. Her face was almost completely green; so was her
hair.
And she wasn't the only one who saw it.
"What the hell's happening to you?" Ralph asked.
Ned Thaler stepped back and stared. "She's... she's some kind of damned
freak."
"She's a mutant, Mick Thaler said."
"Yeah, like in the X-Men movie," his brother, Jeff, added. "Cool!"
"I don't care what she is," Ned yelled. "Just grab her. The cops'll know
what to do with her." His arm shot out and his fingers closed tightly
around Lairel's wrist.
Laurel squirmed and twisted, but she couldn't get loose. "Hey, let me
go!"
While Ned tried to grab Laurel's other arm, the twins just stood
watching. They liked this woman who had defended them and weren't sure if
they wanted to help. "Damn it," their father scolded, "if you're not
going to help, grab her friend, she's probably a freak, too."
Daphne took a step backwards. "This is getting way out of hand." She
touched her pendant and she called out, "Tracy, help! Please!"
"I don't know who you're talking to, bitch," Ned yelled, "but they help
you. Ralph, my kids are useless, as usual. Can you grab her?"
"Och, now ye may want to rephrase that part about no help coming, Neddie,
me boyo." The voice was a lilting, feminine contralto, and it was coming
from Ralph.
Only, it wasn't Ralph; not anymore.
As all they watched, somehow unable to move, Ralph's short, brown hair
grew longer, reaching down past his shoulders and turning silver blonde.
As it flowed over his ears, it covered new points at the tips.
His face narrowed and grew more feminine, with higher cheekbones and a
smaller nose. His brown eyes shifted to emerald green beneath thin silver
eyebrows. His lips were fuller, and his complexion was as pale and smooth
as milk.
Ralph's body slimmed, though his clothes shrank to fit. They still fit as
a pair of firm breasts pushed out his shirt. His waist narrowed, as his
hips swelled. Beneath tighter, feminine cut slacks, his legs took on a
pleasing, athletic curve. His underwear was now a silken bra and panty.
His arms were slender, supple. His fingers grew slimmer, and his fingers
now sported half-inch nails colored with a silver-pink polish. His feet
were smaller, as well, and his sneakers altered to a pair of strap
sandals with a wide, one-inch heel.
Though no one could see it, the final change now took place. Ralph's male
organs shrank, taking shelter behind a mass of what were now silvery
curls. His penis sank into the new opening to become her clitoris.
"Tracy," Daphne said with great relief. "Thank Heavens."
Tracy walked over, an inviting sway to her hips as she walked. "Ye
called; I came. Ye seem to have a wee problem with these mortals here."
"Who the hell are you, lady, and what the hell did you do with Ralph."
Ned felt trapped, but these were all women, no matter how freaky, and he
was a man.
A badge suddenly appeared in Tracy's hand. "Flynn. I'm a Patroller, and
that's all ye need to know at the moment." Her voice grew firm. "Except
that I'll be giving ye the count of three to unhand me friend. One..."
Ned released Laurel, who quickly stepped away from him. "Thanks, Tracy."
She felt calmer, now, and her skin quickly changed back to pink, even as
her hair regained its brown and auburn shades.
"Ye're welcome, Laurel, and you, ye great hulking bully, why don't ye
just keep yuir peace while I find out just what he going on here." She
pointed at Ned's mouth. He tried to speak but nothing more than a soft
peeping noise can out.
Tracy gave him a malicious smile and turned towards the twins. "Now how
did all this trouble come to be?" She made an odd gesture. "You... boy,
you tell me."
Mick stepped forward. "She... she was defending us, ma'am. Our Dad...
well, sometimes he gets real mad if we mess up."
"_Real_ mad," Jeff added. "She didn't think we deserved it, and she told
Dad so. He didn't like that. He never does when Mom tells him, either. He
started yelling at her, and she..." He shrugged. "Turned green."
"That's when it hit the fan," Daphne finished. "He started calling Laurel
a freak and yelled that he was going to turn her _and_ me over to the
cops. He was yelling for the twins here and Ralph -- the guy who's body
you... umm, borrowed -- to grab us. I figured we were trapped and called
you."
Tracy nodded. "And a good thing ye did so."
"But even if we get away, they'll still remember what they saw," Laurel
interrupted. "That can't be good."
"No, it can't," Tracy replied. "We Patrollers have an... arrangement with
the police, so they wouldn't be a problem." She looked it Laurel. "Yuir
temper turning ye green is another matter. I'm thinking that there's a
wee bit of 'editing' that needs doing here."
Laurel looked down, not wanting to face the other woman. "I'm sorry, but
he... I can't really explain it. I'm just... so sorry."
"That's something we'll be talking about later, I'm thinking." Tracy
seemed to stare ahead for a moment, as if she were listening to
something. Her expression grew very serious. "From what I've read in yuir
mind, Ned Thaler, and what these boys of yuirs tell me, ye're in need of
a major correction."
Ned glared back at her, more angry than afraid. Mick and Jeff just looked
worried. "You're not going to hurt him?" Jeff asked.
"He-he _is_ our Dad," Mick added. "Even if he doesn't think much of us as
men."
"Don't take him away," Jeff begged.
"Och, I'll not be taking him away -- not really. I'll just be changing
her status in yuir family."
"Her?" both boys said at once.
Tracy gave them a smile and a nod. "Aye, Ned has such little value in his
son's manhood, that it seems only fair that he lose his own."
"So she'll be what?" Mick asked. "Our aunt?"
"No," Tracy told him. "She'll not be a woman, neither, not a grown one
anyway. That'll come to her in time. For now... well, ye boys are going
to have yuirselves a new wee sister."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "How _wee_? He... she's not going to be a baby,
is she?"
"Och, no. She'll be... 13, just beginning to be a woman in mind and in
body." She chuckled. "Ye boys'll get to tease her about it."
"That doesn't seem very fair, ma'am," Jeff said. "How would Mick and me
teasing Dad about become a woman be any different from him yelling at us
for not being more like his kind of man?" Mick nodded in agreement.
"That's very smart of ye, boyo, and it says how much better ye are than
yiur father thought ye were." She shook her head. "Ye'll not remember
that she was ye father, nobody will -- except her. No, ye'll be teasing
her because older brothers have always teased their younger sisters."
"It still doesn't make sense," Mick said. "How can we not remember?"
Tracy laughed. "How can any of this happen, boyo. Magic. Now step back
and let me be doing it."
Ned's eyes widened in panic. He shook his head and tried to say
something, but nothing came out. He looked like he wanted to run. He
couldn't.
He began to grow slimmer. The scattering of gray hairs in his head
shifted back to brown, as the "laugh lines" around his eyes smoothed out.
"He... he's getting younger," Laurel said. "He's almost back to his
teens."
Daphne shook her head. "No, he is a teen." She stared at the figure.
"He's getting smaller, too."
Ned's features softened, becoming more youthful. The stubble of a half-
day's beard vanished. He began to shrink, slowly at first, then faster
and faster until he had lost over a foot in height. His male muscles
faded, and his hands and feet grew smaller in relation to the rest of his
body.
His clothes shrank with him. They still fit the skinny, young boy he had
become.
Now a second wave of change flowed over Ned Thaler.
His hair grew longer, curlier, a mass of now strawberry blonde curls that
framed his face and reached almost to his shoulders. That face grew more
feminine, as his nose shrank slightly and his eyebrows thinned to narrow
arcs. His lips seemed fuller, as well.
A layer of fat formed under his skin to add the beginnings of female
curves. His waist narrowed, and his hips widened. His fingers were
slimmer now, and his nails longer. There was a suppleness of curve to his
arms and legs as well.
Beneath his shirt, Ned felt a tightening of the skin on his chest. His
nipples were bigger, darker. They moved outward as breast tissue formed
and swelled to a modest A-cup.
He felt the pleasure of one last erection. Then his scrotum emptied as
testicles moved up into his body to become ovaries. The empty sack shrank
down to form a thin ridge on each side of his shrinking penis. As it grew
smaller, his penis sank down into his new vaginal opening. _Her_ new
vaginal opening.
The material of Ned's green and white "Coach" sweatshirt altered to a
thin, silky teddy top with the word "mascot" spelled out in a lace
applique. Beneath it, Ned's t-shirt shrank to a pastel green bra.
His boxers became her matching high-cut panties. The bottom of Ned's
jeans moved up her legs to become a pair of shorts that stopped well
above her knees, showing off a pair very feminine legs. Her socks were
the same pastel green with little white tuffs at the top, and her
sneakers became a pair of girl's Keds, green with white speckled laces.
A light pink lip gloss spread across her lips, and there was suddenly
blusher on her cheeks. The scent of aftershave altered to "Love's Baby
Soft" perfume.
"This has to be some sort of crazy dream," Ned said in a girlish soprano.
Then she giggled as her eyes glazed over. The boys' eyes had that same
lost expression.
Laurel stared at the humans. "What's going on, Tracy?"
"Their memories are being re-written. As far as her brothers and everyone
else is thinking, she always was a girl."
Ned, now Nadine, blinked and began talking again. "I mean it. Wasn't it
just like a dream the way Kenny caught that ball and threw it to first?
He... he is such a good player."
"Absolutely dreamy," Mick said sarcastically. "You know, Rick, I think
our little sister here has a thing for Ken Fuchs."
Nadine pouted. "I do not!"
Deep in her mind, she remembered being Ned Thaler, but she also
remembered having grown up as Nadine. She liked that life, and she most
definitely liked the way her body tingled when she thought about Kenny
Fuchs.
"We'll have to warn him when we get to the pizza party," Jeff answered.
"Can't let the kid bother him."
Their new sister ignored them and looked around. "Speaking of which,
where's the coach?"
"He'll be here in half a tick, lass. We'll go get him."
Nadine looked at the Tracy as if seeing her for the first time. "Thanks,
ma'am."
"We'll go, too," Daphne said. "Great game, boys."
Tracy had already started back down the path, and Daphne and Laurel
hurried after her. They all stopped after rounding a bend, so that they
were out of sight of the Thaler's.
"I'll be going now," Tracy said. "Ye know, I usually have to leave a
small payment for the use of a mortal's body. Oberon's Rules almost
always require it. This time, though, me debt to Ralph Simmons is paid a
hundredfold and more, so 'tis good day I'll be saying to ye."
"So long, Tracy," both women said, not quite understanding what she
meant.
Tracy's body became bulkier as female curves gave way to male brawn. The
body stayed trim, as Ralph's beer belly did not return. Arms and legs
grew more muscular, and a trim beard grew out on a face that was becoming
broader, with a square chin and a larger nose. Her eyes shifted back to
blue as her ears lost their pointed tips. Long silver hair seemed to pull
into her head becoming a short, male haircut, even as it darkened to
Ralph's brown color.
Her clothes shifted back to male tailoring as panties and bra became
undershirt and boxers. Breasts faded down into flat pecs, as the
masculine bulge reappeared at _his_ groin.
There was one noticeable change. Ralph's Lion t-shirt now sported the
word "Coach" on the pocket.
Ralph blinked and looked at Daphne and Laurel. "Excuse me, ladies, but
have you seen my three kids, twin boys about fifteen and a thirteen year
old sister?"
"Your... your kids," Laurel asked in a confused voice.
The man smiled. "Well, they're not really mine. Their dad died a couple
years ago in a plane crash. I married their mom last March. Anyway, have
you seen them at all?"
"They're just ahead around the bend." Daphne pointed. "You can't miss
them."
"I hope not. I already got a call from their mom. We were here for a ball
game here the park, and I've got to get them home for the postgame
party."
"We saw that game," Daphne said. "Congratulations on the win."
"Thanks. The credit goes to the boys on the team, they're all great. Of
course, I'm a little prejudiced towards 'my' two. Thanks for the
directions. I gotta go find them." He hurried past the pair.
* * * * *
The two dryads sat at a picnic table next to a refreshment stand at the
edge of the Sheep Meadow, a broad open space, named for its original use.
They didn't need human food. They lived on energy they got from their
trees, but strawberry milkshakes superseded such trivialities.
"So tell me, Laurel," Daphne said, taking a break. Dryads _did_ get ice
cream headaches. "What started you off against Ned Thaler, anyway?"
Laurel looked down at her own shake. "I'd rather not say."
"I don't care what _you_ want. _I_ need to know... so I can watch for it
in the future when we go out."
"You're just asking so you won't -- we won't -- get into a spot like
today?"
"Yes, but I'm also asking because... well, because we've kind of gotten
to be friends, and I want to know what bothers you that much. Maybe I can
help."
"I don't know." She slowly stirred her straw to break up the foam. "I
think that what Tracy did today may have been more of the sort of help I
really needed."
"What do you mean; when she turned Ned into Nadine?"
"Yeah. My... my father hated trees. He and a friend fell out of a tree
fort they were building when they were kids. The friend almost died. His
family moved away almost as soon as he got out of the hospital. My dad
was crippled for life. He was JV varsity, but he couldn't play after
that. He figured that he lost his chance at college because there was no
football scholarship."
Daphne shook her head. "That's sad, but I don't see what --"
"Dad got real bitter," Laurel continued. "He... he hit mom, hit me, too.
She left, but he got custody of me. He said he was gonna make a man out
of me. I was gonna be _his_ son and not mom's. I hated it, and I hated
him. Only he was so much bigger than me. Finally, I decided that the way
to get along was to go along. I started to act just like him."
"No. That's terrible."
"It's true, and one of the things I did was to kill healthy trees, just
like he did. Not a lot, just a few here and there. That way, the cops and
all would think it was just kids and not come after me."
"And that's what you were doing that day last fall when Tracy..."
Laurel nodded. "Turned me into Laurel. I've lost a lot of that baggage
since then. I guess you can't hate the thing you're bonded to. I still
hated my dad for the way he acted, though. That's why I picked that fight
with Ned."
"Seeing him with his boys must have been like watching your father
doubled."
"It was." She looked away. "What I did today was stupid."
"What you did today was _human_, which I guess we still are way down
underneath."
"Human enough for another milkshake?" Laurel was smiling now.
"Human enough to let you pay for them."
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