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Travel from place to place. The Fairy screamed, hiding behind the branches of the shrub. The coyote growled, digging after the morsel. She screamed as a paw raked her leg, opening a slash in it. The Coyote suddenly yipped, biting at the small shaft in its side. "Hai!" Thistle dropped from above. Her sword sliced the animal's back, and she was out before it could bite her. Another arrow hit it, and it whimpered. The Fairy used a brew of poisons made from mixing just about anything deadly. It may have taken them several millennia, but they had separated out all the ones that are toxic if eaten afterward. They didn't work very fast, but they worked. Lupine flew closer. She couldn't see anything wrong with the ar- The string snapped. She cursed as it flailed her arms, and she dropped the bow, drawing her own sword. Past the now staggering animal she could see what looked like the body of another Fairy. Then she was beside the head, turning and cutting with all of the grace of a cavalry officer, laying open it's neck. It ran, and they let it go. "Thistle!" The Fairy looked up, and Lupine motioned to the still body, then at the injured female. They dropped down by their respective targets. Thistle heard a stomping, and lifted into the air. Martin and Lady Penelope were running toward them. The Fairy gave a whistle then dropped to the ground beside the injured girl. "It's all right, love," she said, pulling out her first aid kit. She pulled out a hank of spider-silk, sliding it into and around the wound. The girl was still shivering, staring at her with horrified eyes. "Are you injured beyond this?" The girl just stared at her. Lupine landed beside her. "A male. The Coyote killed him," she reported. "They have males?" "Some of the tribes must have been lucky," Lupine said. "Girl, where's your tribe?" "Tribe?" She stared at them. "I was a hitchhiker! I was sleeping, then I had a dream. There was a Fairy, and we were making love and then I started to change- oh god, the monster killed her!" "There was a..." Thistle looked at her friend. "Is she a... convert?" "Not like any I have heard of," Lupine replied. Runningfox was close enough to see them, and knelt. "How is she?" "He is fine." She put an emphasis on the male pronoun. "He." Runningfox's voice was flat. He looked at the diminutive girl. "How bad is it?" "If she were fully Fairy, I would say crippling," Lupine said. "As it is, I am not sure. The mating process was stopped. This has not happened in living memory." "Well I think we're going have to stop here. Are you two still able to hide?" "Yes." Lupine had flown over, and picked up the bow. "What happened?" "Let me see one of those arrows." She passed it over. He squinted, then handed it back. "The idiot made them out of castings. The flights are metal, and they wore through the bow string. I'll see if I can get it repaired, and you'll just have to make arrows like you used to." "A pity, They have much better penetration." She handed the bow to him, and he took it, shoving it in his jacket pocket. Three Faerie flew out, and he looked at the shocked girl. "I'm going to put you in this case, kid. You'll be safe there." Yucca and Kalnia caught the form, leaning her against the wall of the case as they bandaged the leg as best they could. "What did she mean, 'not happened in living memory'?" Lady Penelope asked. "Well you know how their reproductive cycle works, right?" "They have sex, the enzymes cause a sex change..." she stopped. "You mean that male over there..." "Was the female that started it." He looked down into the case where Kalnia was tending the wounded. "That means this is the boy she was with." "But he didn't complete the process! What happens now?" "Lupine didn't know." He looked up. "Jasmine is coming back." The Fairy landed, followed almost immediately by seven more. They were armed, and flew around watching the humans as carefully as everything else. One Fairy, a woman with raven black hair landed, looking up at them. "What means this encroachment?" she demanded. "And humans!" "May I speak?" Runningfox asked. "Speak human," she demanded imperiously. Lady Penelope had been chosen as spokesman because Runningfox wasn't much for talking. "I am Lady Penelope Carstairs. My human companion is Martin Runningfox. Our fairy companions are Lupine of Central Park, Thistle of the Angeles Forest, Kalnia Jasmine and Yucca of Las Vegas. We bring you greetings from the Angeles Forest realm in California. We have been sent to ask you to become members of an alliance." "California is many days travel to the west," the local Fairy snapped. "Even Las Vegas is a week or more away. Why would they wish to ally over such a distance?" "We speak for tribes in New York far to the east, Florida far to the south and west, Texas and Las Vegas to our south, and others between. There is news of vital importance to your people here and throughout the world." "You speak for a lot of people. But why should we believe you? Humans have been dangers to us before." "Because we hold your people in high regard. To let the race of Faerie die would be an abomination," Lady Penelope said. "Some of us humans have banded together with other tribes of Faerie to save those of your race. These Faerie with us have joined us of their own will to guide us and speak at need." "Typical hippie talk," one of the Fairy that encircled them snapped. "All peace and love is it? Put us to work. 'Make something of ourselves'. Fairy working in mines, that kind of thing?" Lady Penelope looked at the speaker. "May we have names so this stays polite?" The Queen chuckled. "Prickly Pear is my advisor when dealing with human kind. She tends to be like her name, but I have found her council valid in the last forty odd years. I am Indigo." "Then may she and you judge my words in that vein. A new convert who is wise with computers has begun a project to aid your race in its growth." "And what is this computers?" "Big fucking boxes when I came over." Runningfox pulled out his Treo. "That was then, this is now. The space program made them small, and technology made them even smaller. This is a very small computer. For your explanation, Indigo, it is a machine that does many things very rapidly. With it we can communicate with the other realms." "Show this to me." She flew closer. He set it on the ground before her. He flipped it on, then pulled out the codebook. "What is that?" "We had a run in with the human government. Ten Faerie died over the years, and when we discovered what had been done, we stopped them. Another of our companions named Rob and I killed those that were experimenting, and Lady P here destroyed the lab. Nothing remains of what they had been doing. But we believe they are still intercepting our communications." He took the book, and began scanning pages, writing down numbers. "This stops them from reading our mail." "Book code. Should work. Probably still fighting the fucking Vietnam War," the angry Fairy snapped. "Nope." Runningfox grinned. "That one ended in 1973. But we have Iraq now, and that makes almost as much sense." He input the numbers, and hit the send button. "Your grace, It is a combination telephone, television, library and mailman. You can read books, learn about other skills, even speak with people. Not only humans but other Faerie hundreds if not thousands of miles away." "Television? Telephone?" The pronunciation made television four words, and telephone three. "In Latin that would mean long seeing and long talking." "She came over back in the 17th century. A missionary from Mexico," Prickly Pear commented. "Your grace the modern humans merely use the words, and most don't know what they mean. It just is a device called a telephone to them. What I don't believe is the human race deciding to help us now." Runningfox looked at the obviously Hippie era convert. "We're not saying everyone human is helping us. But there are some. Cut us some slack." There was a tone, and the queen flinched back. "What was that?" "A reply." He picked it up, then set it back down. "From Chicago. Lady, P, you want to take over here?" He bent over the machine as he translated. "My lady, we stopped here because a Fairy was in danger." She knelt. "Our companions found an injured Fairy, and drove off the coyote that had been attacking. However we think something has occurred. Do you have males here?" "No. There are males, but they never live for long," the Queen replied. "Yet the dead body we found is a male." She led them over to the body. Lupine and Thistle returned as she did. The queen knelt beside the body. "She was one of ours," she signalled, and her people began digging a shallow grave. "Wisteria." "We are saddened by her loss," Lady Penelope said. "The boy however is still a female. Our companions say this has not happened in living memory." "Oh it happens," the Queen said. "If the fairy initiating the act is not careful, they can die. It is just that the girl becomes a Fairy and remains among us." "Why? What would happen if he did not?" "The physical changes are still there. The boy is no longer a boy, he is a woman. That can not be undone without the enzymes." Lady Penelope opened the case. The Queen flew up, landing beside the injured fairy. "This is bad," she said. "She will lose the leg to infection without care." The girl whimpered, and Kalnia held her, crooning softly. "Ambesol," Runningfox said. "What?" "Ambesol is a medicine made for toothaches. You could run a bit of it onto her leg, and that should deaden the pain. Either that or we go to the nearest town with a drugstore and buy some lidocane ointment." "I see there are many things we have not taught them." Lady Penelope commented. "Why not?" The hippie was again interrupting. Lady Penelope sighed. "You were a child of the sixties, correct? What was the primary complaint the Native Americans had about the Europeans?" "They stole all the fucking land," the belligerent Fairy growled. "No, the worse problem was the Europeans supplied things the natives could not make and made them dependant upon their resources. It all starts with giving a stone age society access to steel without telling them how to make it. If you had a steel tomahawk, it was better than a stone one, so you trade valuables for it. So fur worth ten times what it cost a British smith to make a hatchet was paid. The same with rifles, blankets, even pots and pans. You name it. We have been limiting what we have traded to the Faerie by what they need, not what they want. Lupine and Thistle both have swords as gifts from Martin that were made by a human in Las Vegas. We can arrange for him to make more. Thistle, show them the spear." Thistle flew into the box, pulling out a flat case. She flipped it open taking out four sections of aluminum rod 4 mm across and 100 long. She slid the threaded rod into the next one, spinning it tight, then the last piece with a snap out crossbar half way up it's length. Last was a steel spearhead seven-mm across and fifteen long. The entire ensemble was 420mm long, to them the size of a 16 foot English pike. The head was razor sharp on both sides. "The same man that makes the swords makes model weapons. We have prevailed upon the man to make them not out of pot metal, but out of proper steel, or in the case of these sections, aluminum. "But this spear is not for sale. It is a gift. With the four spear-points in the case it can be used as a pike against a coyote, two long hunting spears, or four small spears." Prickly Pear looked at them askance. "Yeah. And what do you expect for more of them? If I remember correctly, the tomahawks were just a taste back then." "We are not doing this to make money," Lady Penelope told them. "If you can pay us afterward it will help defray the cost. But that payment will be accepted at fair market value and with the Treo you can check that we are being honest. We have a man in Los Angeles who will create a drawing account for whatever you trade to us. So there will be no Manhattan Island for a handful of glass beads. Do you know anything about accounting, Prickly Pear?" "No. But Rhodora does." She motioned toward another Fairy above. "Then by all means allow her to test what we say. When we have enough people travelling the routes we are scouting, we can pick up anything that you supply that can be traded, and transport it to where it may be sold. We will have an accounting of it by you before it goes. An accounting from the transporter of sale value, and an accounting in the bank to prove that the money has been deposited. Any charges upon it will be from suppliers. We have no say in what they take. But your sister will handle all accounts. If we lie, then you can avoid all of our emissaries from this day forward. If you have nothing, that is what you pay." "Got it," Runningfox said. "Welcome to our new sisters. Our people will tell you all you need to know. We trust them with our lives. We hope you will learn to do the same. Periwinkle." "Wait a moment, Rob, I am sure the word Periwinkle is not in the book." "Dandelion probably coded it. It merely says 'The Queen', but we know who it was from." As Lupine and Thistle showed off their personal weapons, Runningfox walked back, pulling the car far enough off the road to be unnoticed, and brought his first aid kit. As a soldier who had worked in some out of the way places, it was far more comprehensive that might be expected. "You know," he said pulling out the small vial of lidocane. "If she were my size, I could do everything necessary. But my needle is the size of an assegai to them. Besides, if she's going to grow back to normal height, I don't want to sew her up. So..." He set the vial down with a Q-tip that he had cut in half. "Just a touch. If you get it on your hands, it will make them numb." As Yucca and Kalnia administered to the injured Fairy, Runningfox looked through his case. "Most of this is human sized medicine. Do you have a healer?" "No. The coyote are rampant here. She was killed two years ago." "All right then, we'll have to do this the hard way. The topical medicines should be safe, so the lidocane, Ambesol, Calamine Neosporin and Bacitracin can be used as is. The hydrogen peroxide antibiotics antiseptics soap and alcohol will also be usable as is. We can crush the aspirin, ibuprofen and Tylenol so it can be taken more easily by you, or we can see if there is a tribe in our network that has a healer willing to move here." He removed bottles and tubes making notes as he did. When he was done, there was a pile of perhaps fifty bottles tubes and small single use packets which for the Faerie would last months. "When we get in contact again, I think we have someone who might be able to give us a proper measurement for the pills. If not now, as soon as possible." He closed the case. The Faerie were staring at the massive pile he had left out of it. He smiled. "That is yours. A gift." "You're pretty fast and loose with gifts, fella," Prickly Pear commented. "Humans passed the hunter-gatherer stage a few millennia ago. This is the fruit of technology. The entire pile there is only about thirty, forty dollars. I could give that away to a hitchhiker on the road without losing sleep over it. You need it more." "I am stunned, Human," Indigo said. "What can we do to pay you for this?" "If you can, when you can, we'll discuss it." "At least share our hospitality for the evening." "Is it within walking distance?" He motioned toward the car. "We can't leave that parked all day. Someone will either strip it or tow it." With Runningfox's help while still human sized, they had hunted the dying coyote. It had gotten a mile or so before falling over, and he brought the corpse back to the car. There was a track that came within half a mile that the nest, and Runningfox drove there, parking it behind the bushes so it wouldn't be noticed. The nest was an old prairie dog nest, the entrances guarded and sealed with wooden plugs laboriously made with sharpened twigs and tied together. Anything trying to enter at night would face a mouthful of spikes. Again Runningfox helped by standing guard against vultures and other large scavengers as they efficiently reduced the animal to food and skin. Like the Indians before the white man came, they left nothing they could use. Once he was their size, he and Lady P went down into the nest. Lupine was talking about the system set up for them in Central Park by John Ericsson in the 19th century. They were interested in the idea of steel doors and an air pump. Then the magic show as Runningfox had dubbed it began. The solar collector, which would keep the Treo charged. The wind up generator for the same purpose, the Playstation plus was the high point of the evening. Runningfox had added Peter Pan as well to the movies they gifted the tribe with. After dinner, he had done his duty to the tribe, impregnating one of the girls, then everyone had settled down to watch Ferngully. All in all, it was a good evening. ***** Runningfox checked on his patient. The wound was bad, and he had to agree with the assessment. If they left her a Fairy, she would either lose the leg or be permanently crippled. He brushed the lavender hair from her face as he wiped it with a cloth. She opened her eyes, saw him in female form, then closed his eyes tight again. "I thought it was a nightmare." "The nightmare has only begun, kid." Runningfox squeezed out the rag. "What's your name?" "Eric. Eric Sanger." "What is the last thing you remember?" "I was camping out. I thought I saw a Fairy about dawn, and she bit me. The next thing I know I'm four fucking inches tall and she's fucking my brains out." "It's their way." Runningfox shrugged. "Then suddenly I started changing. I was looking at some guy with wings and a dick bigger than mine. I ran away, and he was chasing me. Then the monster coyote from hell showed up, hit him, then went after me." His hand ran down the leg, feeling the torn flesh. "I hoped that was all a dream!" "It wasn't." Runningfox explained calmly the reproductive process for Faerie. "...If you had completed the process yesterday, that is her making love to you as you are, the entire effect would be gone by sunset. But since she didn't, there's a problem." "Oh there's a problem." The boy was sarcastic. He tried to sit up, but was too weak. "I'm a fucking fantasy fairy, a girl fairy at that. With a leg that looks like a Cuisinart hit me. What could possibly be wrong after that?" "The process didn't finish." "What?" "The process goes, you shrink, but you're male. You make love. The enzymes in her secretions were supposed to mix with the sperm, causing you to become female, and her to become male. Then you make love again. This time the same secretions, yours and hers recombine, and she becomes female again. You stay a female for about a full day because the human body isn't used to the changes, while theirs are. Then you spend that time as a female Fairy, and as long as you don't get into a lesbian affair during that time, you grow back to normal size." "Wait! Yesterday?" "You've been out for almost 20 hours. When we saved you, we brought you to their nest." "So you're human, and male?" "For over 60 years." "Then I'll be normal again in a few hours?" "The problem with that is like I said. The process wasn't finished. She died still male. That means you're female in every way." He sighed. This was the hard part. "The way they explain it to me, without the mixture of enzymes from you and her making love, the body now thinks your female. It's something like what happens if you have that lesbian affair at this height. That means you are going to be female when you return to normal size." "You're shitting me." "Kid, I don't you well enough to shit you." He pulled up the layer of spider silk they had used as a coagulant. The boy hissed more in reaction than pain. Using a small handful of wool they had supplied, Runningfox cleaned and anesthetized the wound before packing it again with spider web. "The Fairy deal with what happened to you simply. They make you one of them forever. No problems returning to the real world. But this-" He waved toward the leg, "Will still be here then. "So you have a choice to make in the next four or five hours. You can say you want to grow back to normal, and take your chances as a woman with two good legs. Or you can stay a Fairy with a bad leg." "What do you mean two good legs?" "Something about the Faerie magic. A week ago I was dying from having my guts blown out. They made me a Fairy male, with everything right where it belonged. When I returned to normal, I was the same sixty-year-old man I was before without the injury. They can't explain it, and until we can get a geneticist involved, we humans won't be able to figure it out either." Another woman, this one a six foot tall platinum blonde came in. "I see he is awake and coherent." "Yes, Lady Penelope," Runningfox finished. "Any idea of how long?" "We should begin growing back to normal in about four hours." Her wings flitted as she thought. "I don't know what he will look like as a woman, but I probably have something that will fit. If not, at least to cover her body until we reach a hotel and a store," she looked at the boy with a wry smile. "Next time try lusting after someone smaller in the chest. You look like Pamela Anderson after her breast implants." "What if I don't want to be a woman?" "I am afraid you have no choice. Either you will be a human female, or a Female Fairy. All Fairy that survive more than a week are female." Lady Penelope said sadly. "It is not a matter you have a choice in. Your only choice is as Martin has told you, is a human woman with two good legs or a crippled female Fairy." ***** Martin picked up the stunned boy, carrying him through the warren of tunnels until they came out under the open sky. Their companions took to the air to watch over them. Anyone who has seen the movie version of Fantastic Voyage could visualize what happened next. All three had stripped, and Runningfox had also stripped out the dressing because otherwise the flesh would grow around it. To them it was as if the world closed in, becoming closer than it had been before. Martin swelled up, muscles flowing beneath his skin, his flesh wrinkling as thirty odd years caught up with him. The wings slid back within the flesh, and disappeared. The five Fairy companions seemed to shrink. Soon three full sized humans stood or lay there. "Oh fuck," the girl moaned. She looked at the two perfect legs, then at her body closer. "I am a girl!" "A rather pretty one too." Lady Penelope stood unmindful of her nudity. "At least they won't mistake you for Pamela Anderson unless they have looked at pictures when she was seventeen," she walked delicately to the car. "Can you stand?" "Sure. With this shape I can fucking strut!" "Kid, you're alive with two good legs. That's a plus." Runningfox took her hand, pulling her to her feet without even straining. She looked up at him. For some reason, she was only about five two or three. "Why am I so short?" "Do you have sisters? Or mom?" "Yeah. Or I did." "How tall were they?" "They were short shits. Barely above five feet." He motioned about shoulder or nipple level. "What this seems to have done is rewritten your genetic code to make it female. Since the women in your family all seemed to be short, so are you." Runningfox walked toward the car. Eric tried to, immediately figuring out why Lady Penelope had walked so daintily. The ground was rough, and rocks bit into his new feet. He reached the car as Lady Penelope took out a suitcase. "Oh dear, you are going to look like my kid sister in these." She pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top. "My breasts are smaller as well. Wait," she pulled out a sports bra. "This will have to do. How far is it to the next town?" "About fifty miles." Runningfox was sliding on his pants, buckling the belt. "There should be someplace still open." "If nothing else a Kmart or Wal-Mart," Lady Penelope said. "Why?" Eric found that if he thought of the sports bra and tank top as just two wife-beater shirts, it wasn't too freaky. The jeans were tight in the ass, and he couldn't close them all the way. His waist was smaller than Lady Penelope's was, but his ass was now much larger. She was built like a dancer. He was stacked like a sex kitten "Because you'll need your own clothes, my dear,." Lady Penelope said. "How old are you?" "Nineteen." "A pity you don't look it. Well when we get there I will buy us something stiff to drink. Then tonight or tomorrow, we can decide what to do with you," she saw the look on his face and shook her head. "It is our little friends' fault that you are now a woman, and while they have no money, we can repay their debts for them. Martin has the most unbelievable connections. We can create an identity for you, and give you some cash." She buttoned the last button on her blouse. "Or you can join us and help with our mission." "What mission?" "I'll explain later. I want to get some clothes on you and food in you first." They climbed into the car. In deference to the girl, Lady Penelope rode with her in the passenger seat while Martin curled up in the back. ***** It was a new experience for Eric. Since his mom had died, there hadn't been a lot of money to spend, so he spent more time in Goodwill stores than anywhere else. They entered the Wal-Mart in Cedar City Lady. Penelope took him in hand as Runningfox headed to the first aid aisle with his list. She walked the new woman over to the women's section. They made a quick stop by the luggage section, and two suitcases and a make up case ended up in the cart. A salesperson came over when they reached the women's clothing section, and Lady Penelope explained. Her friend was a recent escapee from a cult, and she had nothing to wear beyond what had been loaned to her. They needed everything and the poor girl didn't remember her sizes. The lady had nodded, then went to the cashier to notify her so that Eric could wear some of the clothes out of the store. They were told to go through check out line 7. She then pulled out a tape, offering to measure her. Eric was blushing furiously, and the woman assumed she was embarrassed by the attention so after marking the sizes down, left. "Well first, we had better get you used to this before we really splurge. So we'll pick women's cut clothes like what you are used to." She chosed three pairs of full cut jeans from a rack. She handed the girl the pants then went to a rack of women's T-shirts. She avoided ones with cutesy logos, but there weren't a lot of choices beyond that. "The sports bra looks a bit tight. Uncomfortable?" Eric nodded. "Then we need bras, and since again, you have to get used to the idea, we'll pick sports bras." She looked at the measurements. "God's no wonder! I'm only a 36C. You're a 38." She looked at the breasts with a professional air. "And more than a C." Another rack. The small woman's arms were getting full. Lady Penelope looked at her. "Just put them in the cart, love. We don't have a third of what you will need yet." The clothes were dumped in the cart. Then they went to underwear. They got full cut women's panties, since they were close to briefs. Then some blouses followed by lumberjack shirts, then a coat, socks and finally shoes. By getting tennis shoes, they avoided the argument about heels. Luckily there was an attendant that could measure Eric's feet. The problem is, he took a little too long, making Eric nervous. Four pairs of tennis shoes ended up in the cart. "Now we can wait on some things, but there are things we must get," she led him now to the personal needs aisle. Shampoo, conditioner, deodorant (No dear, Axe would send the wrong message) tampons (I know you aren't having a period, but that is just one of life's bad little jokes on women) and skin cream. Eric's mind had run on load since the comment about the sports bras. He looked at three pairs of jeans. They were too small for him to wear, or at least with his old body. Lady Penelope brought Eric to the make up aisle and he reacted. "Oh no!" He pulled back. "My dear, you will have to learn to wear it. Not today, or even next week. But I guarantee you if you are still alive in a month, you will be willing to wear it. We are just getting it for when you want to." Lady Penelope chose foundations, lipstick, and some other essentials. "I've worked with so many girls I can do this in my sleep," she told the new girl. "Now eyes." Lady Penelope took his head, turning it to look at his eyes. "All right," she picked four different colors of eye shadow. Then it was back to the dressing rooms. As much as Eric was embarrassed by it, Lady Penelope went in with him, and helped him get dressed. He noticed that his hair was still lavender in color. His eyes, that had once been a rather lackluster brown were now violet. When he asked, Lady Penelope shrugged. Her hair had been white with tinges of green as a Fairy, with lemon yellow eyes. "But why did my hair stay this color? And my eyes? Yours changed back." "Probably just some genetic change when you first became Fairy." Lady Penelope shrugged. "You didn't have a female form to return to so they must have become permanent." Then he was taken to the front, and they paid for the first clothes they had gotten in the right size. Since they had already paid for one full set of clothes, Lady Penelope had him dress in them. Then it was back to the clothing area to find more pants, shirts, sports bras, etc. The sheer volume of clothes necessary amazed Eric. He was also worried because of the sports bra. Before she had put the right size on, they clothes had been uncomfortable. The bra had been tight and constricting, the pants tight in the ass and loose in the waits. Now that he was at least comfortable something was wrong. Something about the material irritated his nipples in a way that was pleasant, and annoying at the same time. The material of the panties seemed to have the same reaction. He found himself getting wet, and he wasn't sure why. He found the two stimuli seemed to be feeding each other. The cloth of the panties rubbed, which made the nipples more sensitive, which meant that the rubbing of his nipples made him wetter. It built like a reactor overheating, and finally, it began to become really weird. He paused in the shoe aisle. "Lady Penelope, I... Something is wrong...I don't know..." He grabbed Lady Penelope's arms, gasping. The irritation felt so good, and as much as he wanted it to end, to know what the hell was happening, he didn't want it to stop! It wasn't like he could stop it either. Just breathing made his nipples rub. Walking made his crotch rub. Whatever it was, his body was giving it a big thumbs up! Lady Penelope looked into his eyes, then guided him into a dressing room. She slid him onto the bench, and something about his crotch rubbing against the plastic of the bench sent him into a fit. He gasped, holding her hands, writhing. "Oh god..." he whispered. The spasm ended, but he could feel that it was only because the stimulus had stopped the moment he was no longer moving. His body had enjoyed that immensely, and craved more. Almost like a drug high. "What's happening?" "I am not sure." Lady Penelope lifted his head. "Look at me," she ordered. She flicked on a mini maglight, looking at his eyes. "I think we had better finish shopping and get to the car immediately," she lifted the body that leaned boneless against her. "I don't...Oh god; it's starting again." Eric's head snapped back. Lady Penelope walked her outside, telling the employees that her friend was dizzy. She handed her card to a manager, who immediately ran to get the stuff they had not yet purchased. A young man grabbed him to put him in one of the motorized carts the elderly used, and Eric gasped, clutching his arm frantically. A smell reached his nose, and he wanted to bury his face against the man, smell his sweat. To lick it from his skin. The man thought the woman he was supporting was going to faint and picked Eric up. What he didn't expect was the body to roll against him, arms around his neck. "Please," Eric whispered. "Help me. I need...Oh god, I need..." "Put her on the cart, lad," Lady Penelope ordered. "What's wrong with her?" The woman was rubbing her breasts against him, giving glad cries and that was giving the kid a boner that wouldn't quit. "We found her walking south of town. She had been stripped. I think someone fed her some Roofies," Lady Penelope explained. "We will watch her until she is over this, and when she feels better will take her to the police." "Oh. There are some real bastards in the world aren't there?" He set her down on the cart, ignoring her complaining whimper. "Lady, if you want to talk about this when there aren't drugs in your system, I'm Paul, and I get off at eleven." He pecked the cheek, the brush of his lips causing Eric to whimper then moan as another wave of sensation took him under. Lady Penelope waited until the card and receipt arrived, signing it. Then she hooked the cart with the purchases in it to the handicapped scooter, and took both into the parking lot. "We must hurry." Lady Penelope pushed the cart guiding Eric's path with the other. Once they were at the car, she popped the door, helping her in. "Thistle! Lupine!" The cases opened, and the Faerie flowed out in a sparkling fountain. Lady Penelope explained. "We call it the Hunger," Yucca explained. "Her body is adapting to being female, and one effect is an overwhelming urge to mate." "She's become a nymphomaniac?" "Possibly. It must be fed through this first night. If not she will be driven to feed it anyway she can." "But she will breed in this condition?" "She cannot avoid it." "Well I am not a madam." She turned, seeing Martin walking toward her. "Oh bugger." ***** "What's wrong?" Runningfox looked around, hand moving toward his side. He hadn't taken a gun, but he carried an astounding variety of knives, and usually had one handy. "Our little friend has what the Faerie call the Hunger," she explained. Runningfox watched her silently. She wondered if the sodium light was hiding a furious blush. "So what do they suggest?" "That we feed her hunger." "I'll bite. How do we do that?" "Martin," she sighed. "You are so dense. We must sexually satisfy her through the night." "At my age we're talking stroke or heart attack." He replied calmly. "I would suggest another option." "What would you suggest?" She snapped back. "Put her on a street corner and see how much we can make?" Runningfox raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying I didn't sign up for that!" He opened the driver's door climbing into the back. "Let's stop and get something to eat. Then we'll find a motel room. We can figure out what to do when we get there." "No. First you will go back and buy a box of condoms." She looked at the writing form. "Best make it two." ***** Eric was moaning for the fifth or sixth time by the time they reached the hotel. Every vibration of the vehicle, the motion of his new body against the clothes seemed to feed the sensation. When Lady Penelope had asked him what he wanted at the Mexican fast food joint, he had whimpered just from the touch of her hand. He didn't know what he had ordered, or where they were going. The last hour or so had been a whirl of nothing but sensation. He wanted... What? His body seemed to know but the bitch of a body wasn't telling him beyond hints. The smell of that man at the Wal- Mart had triggered a response he didn't understand wasn't sure he liked and couldn't control. The car stopped, and Lady Penelope climbed out. Suddenly Eric could detect that smell. Not the same, but close. A musky odor that went right past the brain and grabbed him in the gut and between his thighs. He turned, sniffing, then looked over the seat at Martin. It was like a starving man opening his eyes and seeing a steak with all the trimmings right there. He wanted to vault that car seat, pin the man down, rip clothes away until their bodies touched flesh to flesh. At the same time he was appalled at his reaction. He reached back, the hand hesitant because the body was definitely saying yes whatever the brain might think. Martin watched, then reached out to stop it. The touch was electric. Eric's fingers interlaced and locked, frantic to maintain the contact. He looked up at Martin's calm face. "Help me." He whispered. Lady Penelope returned, pulling the car around the back, and helped Eric out. Eric whimpered in protest. There was a man right there with everything his female body wanted at this very minute! Why was the woman helping him instead? Then there was the feel of the woman's body beside his, the smell of a woman, different from a man, but to the body just as arousing. He leaned into her, and kissed her cheek. "Not now." Damn it why not? The body screamed. There must be something it could do to get relief! The stairs would have been a problem because Lady Penelope accidentally slid Eric to the side, and he remembered George Carlin talking about banisters as female sex aids. But before he could really find out if it was true, he was spun around, and Runningfox had picked him up. This was more like it! He wrapped his arms around the man's neck, burying his nose in his neck. The smell was different, but just as intense and wonderful as the other man's had been. It reached right down and she spasmed as she had another seizure. He was starting to like this a lot. Martin carried the squirming girl into the hotel room. "Shower." He ordered. Lady Penelope ran past him, charging into the bathroom as he kicked the door closed. He heard the water come on full, and marched in. One second, his body was reveling in pure sensation. The next Eric screamed as what felt like a ton of ice water sluiced across him. He fought to get free, but except for dropping from being carried like a child to standing on his own feet, nothing changed. Those massive arms were still holding him. "Get me the fuck out of here!" He screamed. "Are you coherent?" Lady Penelope asked. She was answered by a stream of curses worthy of a dock walloper. "I would take that as a yes," she turned off the cold water, pulling Eric out of the shower, handing Martin a towel. Then she began drying the new woman's hair. "Come in here, we have to talk." She had opened the bags and all of the Faerie were flitting about the room Lady Penelope led Eric into the room, pushing him down on the towel she had already lay on the seat of a chair. A moment later, Martin came in, rubbing his hair dry. "Eric. Listen to me. We have an unanticipated problem. When a human becomes permanently Fairy, their bodies have to adapt rather abruptly. So for several hours, the newly converted Fairy is in a state of constant arousal. Every outside stimulus will feed it until the period ends." "It is the one thing we all dread for all of us suffer it monthly," a fairy voice spoke beside him, and he flinched. Yucca hovered there. "If we are alone, there is no one to help us in the feeding of it and things can get bad." "Bad? How do you describe bad?" Eric snapped. The fairy was not put off by his attitude. "Picture the last hour stretched over several days, as it can sometimes happen. Wanting a touch. Needing it. Picture the kind of woman that would go into a bar, and take each man in sequence to her bed that night and yet want and need more. It will be like that for at least several hours. Perhaps for a full day if it is fed. However if it is not fed, you will become a slave of that lust. It has happened, I have seen it." He clutched his hands together in his lap. Already he could feel wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. The mixture of pheromones from one man and two women in the motel room was making a heady brew, and he took in deep breaths through his nose. He was starting to breath deeper and the wet cloth now rubbing his nipples was causing them to spring to hard nubbins. "Oh god." "Eric, listen!" Martin leaned forward, taking the new woman's wrists in his ham like hands. Eric's eyes came up. Some part of him wanted to be thrown down, possessed, driven into the bed by hard thrusts, feeling absolutely helpless beneath this man. Any man. "Eric." When he didn't reply, Runningfox tapped him on the head with a knuckle. The pain and the insulting way it had been inflicted broke through. "Help me..." "How?" he demanded. "We can tie you to the bed as long as this takes. Or Lady Penelope can teach you a bit about what your body can do. Hell even I could for as long as I last." "But think of this as being really drunk! Think of the friends you have seen that did stupid shit when they got blitzed. Do you want to remember what happened?" "Do you want a baby in nine months?" Lady P demanded. "For until the Hunger passes only abstinence protects you!" Eric didn't care if she ended up with quintuplets! Eric was trying to slide forward. When the arms didn't yield, he slid up, his own wrists rubbing against the seat of all desire. He leaned forward, trying to pull himself close enough to kiss. When that didn't work, he fell forward, kissing Runningfox's shirt and the stomach below it. "Feed me, Martin. Help me, Lady Penelope. Both either, I don't care. Please." "Put her on the bed, Martin," Lady Penelope said sadly. Having dealt with people that might resist, Runningfox knew all the tricks. It should have been easy. But this was not a prisoner. It was a nubile woman who looked to be in her mid teens, and desperately in need to be satisfied. He pulled intending to hoist her onto his shoulders, but her legs flashed out, wrapping around his waist like an anaconda. He found himself face to face with her. Her eyes were wide, glazed with lust. She leaned forward, licking his neck. He released her hands, tapping her chin. "Hold on." Her arms entwined around his neck, her face still in his throat. "I'm never letting go," she husked. He stood, walking to the bed. He couldn't get her to let go, so he fell forward, arms extended to catch his weight. A pity the bed wasn't sturdy enough. There was a crack, and they fell with the mattress to land on the floor. There was one yip from Eric as he felt the three impacts, one on the bed, one on the floor, then Runningfox falling on him. He looked up at Runningfox, and began to chuckle. The laughter made the passion ease, and Eric laughed harder. "So forceful!" he joked. "Driven mad with passion by my form?" Runningfox looked hurt. Lady Penelope giggled, and he looked at her. "Et tu, Lady?" "Oh you should have been where I was!" She leaned against the other bed, holding her sides. "Two lovers intertwined, mad with passion! They throw themselves on the bed, and it collapses! Classic slapstick!" She dissolved into laughter. Runningfox smiled, shaking his head. "Want to get even with her, kid?" He whispered. "How do you mean?" Eric returned in the same tone. "You take the left side, I'll take the right." Eric nodded. "Ready..." "Set..." "Go!" They turned, and tackled the laughing woman. This bed was much sturdier. "What are you doing? Eric, at least- Martin, that cost- Oh bugger!" Eric latched onto the nipple on his side, and Lady Penelope's eyes rolled back at the sensation. It felt different for some reason to Eric. He had gotten a chance to play with a girl's teats before, but he'd never felt them using the softer lips of a woman. Instead of settling in like a pig in a trough, he found himself suckling it gently like a child. He felt a nudge. Martin was as he had said, and the other nipple. Eric turned his head. The man obviously had a lot more experience than Eric did. He was paying as much attention. Eric grunted as a hand caught his own breast, and he moaned, giving himself over to the body's instincts. "Martin, help me," Lady Penelope said. Eric didn't know what she meant until a pair of hands caught his shirt, pulling it and the sports bra up. Now the hand was against his nipples, and he whimpered in need as the fingers gently plucked the nipple. "I think we need to put her in the middle." The hands caught him by the waist. He whimpered in protest as they picked him up, then he was on his back. Lady Penelope was lying beside him, and her head sank to the offered nipple. "Oh, GOD!" Eric almost screamed at the sensation. He heard clothes hitting the floor, and then another mouth attached itself. Martin was showing his expertise, and Eric was thankful! His pants hit the floor, followed by the panties. Then a hand, he wasn't sure whose ran delicately up the new slit he had. He spasmed as it slid upward. He identified it as Lady Penelope's when she delicately inserted the finger without cutting him with the nail. He cooed in pleasure as her finger began a gentle in and out motion. Martin lifted up, and before Eric could drag him back down, the man stripped. A good part of his mind still rebelled, but his eyes locked on the cock that sprang free. Martin went back to what he had been doing, and Eric's hands felt frantically. One captured a nipple, bringing a moan from Lady Penelope. The other... It was hard, long, strong, and part of him wanted it in him NOW! Still they teased. "Now Martin, you lie down." Again they changed places. Martin lay there, and Lady Penelope looked across him at the naked girl, her eyes shining with lust. "Now do as I do," she bent, licking the neck. Eric followed. They began kissing down the body, licking the nipples, the pecs, the lats... God he might be an old man, but his muscles were still hard as a rock! Then they were at his waist. Lady Penelope took him in hand, and Martin whimpered. Eric reached out, now both had a hand holding him. He wasn't huge, but both of their hands barely covered it. Lady Penelope moved her hand, allowing Eric's to slide down the shaft. Then Lady Penelope leaned forward, taking him in her mouth. Eric was disgusted and excited at the same time. Did she mean for him to-? She lifted up, and before Eric could think his mouth was capping it. His tongue flicked across the mushroom head, then he slid forward and down, feeling the shaft fill his mouth. Part of him- the female part at least- was unsatisfied, and he felt his head sliding farther. There was something, a kink in his throat or something that stopped him from achieving his goal. But the female was adamant. She sucked upward, then down, swallowing as he did. The shaft sank into his throat, and he moaned around it. Lady Penelope played with the young girl's nipples as she gave Martin head. "How are you doing old man?" "If I die, at least I went to heaven first." Eric gave a chuckle without stopping at that, causing Martin's hips to rise. "Well Eric, or should I call you Erika? Do you want to see what else there is in store?" The head came up. "Oh god, yes!" They laid her back down, and Martine slid between her thighs. She bit her lip, then her arms and legs came up in unison, holding him to her. "Fuck me, Martin, please!" ***** Martin shook his head looking at the light of dawn against the curtains. It hadn't taken four or five hours. They were now on the morning of their second day, and the fever that had driven Erika had finally passed at around midnight. She lay curled up in the bed, waking up, and he could see her shoulders shaking. He moved over, touching her shoulder. She pulled away violently, her sobbing increasing. Martin pulled her up, pushing aside her attempts to hit him. Once she was against his chest, she stopped struggling, crying against him. "I'm... I'm a slut!" she wailed. "Erika, you are not a slut," he whispered into her hair. "It wasn't your fault the Hunger hit you, and went so long. Now that it's fed and over with you're normal." He chuckled. "Well, as normal as a nineteen-year-old can be when he suddenly becomes a woman and has the equivalent of a gallon of aphrodisiacs running through his system. Think of next month going through the same thing. "And you didn't share!" He said. She looked up at him amazed. "I could have used some of those damn aphrodisiacs . You wore me down to nothing and demanded more!" She chuckled, laying her head back against his chest. "Meanie. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." "Oh I enjoyed it, I just wasn't sure I'd survive it," she giggled against his chest, and he looked at Lady Penelope who lay on her back sleeping the sleep of the terminally satisfied. She had been run through the wringer too. Whenever Martin had flagged, she had been thrust into the breach literally. If nothing else, Erika had gotten a crash course in female anatomy and what felt good from both sides of the equation. Martin had heard that women could keep going long after a man was done and asleep, and he'd had to admit it was true. He had gotten some sleep in the last 30 hours. But only an hour or so at a time. Lady Penelope had taken her student in hand, and they had used his body like a life saving dummy, whenever they had felt the need for something not as tender as a female kiss. Except it wasn't the kiss of life they were practicing. Well maybe it was. He'd been brought back to life more times than he wanted to contemplate at his age. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Want the shower first?" She chuckled again. "After what you two put me through, we can't share?" They showered together. Both were too pleasantly sore to do more than play a little grab ass. They got dressed, and Martin left Lady Penelope a note. The manager glared at Runningfox before pointing out the chain restaurant behind the motel. They walked over, and ordered breakfast. He chose something called a lumberjack special, four kinds of meat, hash browns, pancakes, toast and coffee. She ordered a smaller regular breakfast with juice and coffee. They were leaned back over coffees when Martin stiffened. "Highway patrol. Two of them. One's looking at us." He looked at her. "Let me do the talking." The officers came back toward them. The one if front looked like he'd stepped in dog shit. His partner was reaching up to touch his baton every few seconds. "Seems Parker was right. Here we have a sixty year old child molester. With the girl he's molesting." "Looks can be deceiving," Martin said. "Shut up you freak." Martin leaned forward. "You have two choices officer, you can let me pull out my ID, accept it, and walk out of here. Or I'm going to take the baton your asshole buddy wants to play with, and shove it up your ass, then his so you're joined like two dogs fucking. You may think I am an old freak, but I will do it in a heartbeat." The cop glared at him. Martin pulled out the side of his coat, intentionally showing the butt of his weapon. He then very slowly reached instead into the pocket, pulling out an ID folder, setting it down. "Look, show it to your partner then hand it back. Do not open your fucking mouth about what kind of ID it is." The cop looked at it, freezing in shock. He handed it to his partner. Behind them, Lady Penelope had entered. She looked as if she'd spent the night sleeping with nothing but pure thoughts on her mind. Martin motioned. "This could be faked. I'll call it in." "You will do nothing of the kind," Martin snapped. "My partner and I have only one thing to do, and that is to protect a Federal witness. If I have to blow the both of you away, all that will come of it is a nice letter to your families regretting your deaths that should end with 'they stuck their fucking noses where they didn't belong'." He looked past them, then leaned back. "Agent Carstairs. These two 'gentlemen' have some questions." She had heard the last part, and like a trooper took her role. "Oh they do." They turned, and she crossed her arms, tapping her foot angrily. "And why, may I ask are you interfering with two federal agents?" "The manager said a couple had dragged an underage girl up to their room-" "So he could not keep his filthy mind to himself, and assumed we had been what? Having sex with her at all hours?" "Well there was noise that suggested-" "Gentlemen, I assure you that if we did anything of that sort, it would still not be any of your business. "Tell the nice stupid police officers how old you are, Erika." "Nineteen." The look on Erika's face would have been a credit to every actress known. "You got-" "You will not ask to see another ID." Lady Penelope informed him coldly. "You have done quite enough damage to this operation without calling in a name that will have every killer in the state after us! We have an important federal witness we are guarding. No doubt you have already put her description out, and now we will have to find another place to hold her until the trial. Thanks to you several highly placed politicians and half a dozen criminals might still walk free!" She leaned forward. "You have seen the ID. You have your explanation. If you do not leave here this very minute, I will let my partner exercise what he so loves doing. I'm sure the undertaker will be amazed at the damage. Especially when they say it was a human, and not an hydraulic press that did it!" "But the noise-" "Are you really that stupid?" She turned the glare on the officer, who wilted visibly. "Have you never heard of sound effects? I told the man on the desk that there would be three of us, allowing him to make his own conclusions. It is so much easier than making a lie. He thought it was merely a menage a trois. "We needed a reason for three people to be in that room for as long as we were, which was trying to calm this poor girl down! She hasn't gotten much sleep since she entered protective custody, and we had to take turns sleeping to protect her! "But on, no. He sees her and has to assume she's underage, and you two have to throw your weight around. Putting her at risk in the hope of some bust that will get you into the papers," she hissed, and pulled out a notebook. "Names." "Agent-" "Names!" They gave their full names and badge numbers. Lady Penelope jotted them down, clicking the pen as if she were working the slide on a pistol. "When this is over, if she has been harmed in any way, I will personally come back here and watch my partner remove your balls. Then I am going to have them fried in a white wine sauce and you are going to eat them," she flipped the book closed, putting it back in her pocket. "Now I suggest you find some criminals to bother. Failing that, find some poor innocent speeder to harass." She pushed past them, sliding into the booth beside Erika. Then she looked up. "You're still here?" "They haven't returned the ID," Martin reminded her. The folder was returned, and the men walked out. Erika yipped once in surprise as Lady Penelope's hand clamped for a second on her leg. "Are they gone?" Lady Penelope asked, looking at the menu. Martin watched. "Getting in their cruiser. Pulling out. Gone." She began to shake. Erika threw her arm around the older woman. "That was fantastic!" "That was bloody terrifying!" She hugged the girl back. "That was not bad for a beginner." "Who are you?" Erika disagreed. "The Russian judge? That was great!" Lady Penelope finally got over the shakes, and ordered her breakfast. "Well now that the fun part is over, we can get back to work." "You said that before. You could get me some money and ID, or I could help you with your mission." "Well you know whom we're helping." Runningfox pushed the syrup across the table to Lady Penelope. "We are trying to contact and unite all of the tribes across the country." "Then tomorrow the world." Lady Penelope said sipping her tea. "So you do what?" "We find them, let them know what we are doing. Deliver Treos so they can communicate, and Playstation pluses so they can see that humans still remember them-" "What?" "Movies like Ferngully and Peter Pan," he explained. "To humans, they are a fantasy, but they have to realize that we remember them fondly." "But why? Couldn't they just show up at a football game or something?" "Most people cannot see them." Lady Penelope explained. "They don't know why, it just is. We have some people working on it. But at present we are enroute to Chicago. "Someone hacked our communications, and several of the Faerie were captured by someone in the government about a week ago. We had to destroy the laboratory." "Don't worry about my feelings, Lady P," Runningfox said. "I was the head of security for that lab. I led the attack that captured the Faerie, and then I went out to kill Rob, the man who was escorting them." He looked at his hands. "I didn't know what was happening until it was too late. When I found Rob, a Faerie gave her life saving him. I was the one that killed her. "When I realized what I had done, I helped them. The mine that blew out my guts was one set inside the lab. They saved me, and I vowed to help them to repay the damage I had done." "And he has been working with us ever since. He got me a new ID, with a few days he can do the same for you. The only question is do you want to go your own way, or do you want to help?" "I have a choice?" Lady Penelope looked at the girl. "Except for returning to being a man, yes." "Well shit." The woman looked out the window. "I was running from life. Didn't feel comfortable anywhere. My family is dead. I have no home. Could I..," she turned those eyes back on them. "But what am I to do?" "Well first we get to Chicago and pick up the new encryption software. How are you with a computer?" "Not too bad." Then you can explain to us old people how to add the encryption software to the e-mail for a start. Then when we get to Chicago, we can get our heads together with our people there, and find you a neat little slot." Getting used to changes Lady Penelope drove the brand new Lexus into the parking lot of the motel. She sighed, looking at her watch. After the incident with the Highway Patrol they had driven immediately to Richfield when she had left to trade in the Prius for something larger. They still had to make it to Chicago, and there was a lot they had to work out before they went on. Erika seemed to have settled in, but she was having problems still with the male to female angst. She had been flustered at lunch when men paid attention to her, though Martin seemed to be exempted when it came to such problems. Maybe because he was her first... The pair were sitting in the room, leaning back looking totally wasted. They needed at least a few more hours of sleep before they went on, and as much as Martin wanted to go on, none of them were in any condition to drive. Lady Penelope set down the bags she had gotten at the store, and pulled a beer from the six pack to hand to Martin. He nodded his thanks. "Hey, kid. Want one?" Erika looked over at him. "Sure." With each now supplied with a beer, they relaxed. "We need a lot more information before we go on." Lady Penelope said. "The only way to create a proper cover identity for you Erika is if we know everything about you." "I understand," she looked at the beer. "I just don't like to think about my past." "As if any of us do," Lady Penelope replied. "An heir to a title she cannot have a man who spent half of his life killing people because he was told to. You'll fit right in." Erika sighed, sipped, then chugged the beer. She tried to crush the can in her hand, but only succeeded in denting it badly. "You know I was proud when I could finally crush a beer can." She dropped it in the trashcan taking another. "I was born in St Paul, the first son and last of five children. My father died when I was five. He was a long haul trucker and he fell asleep on the road once too often. Mom tried to pick up the slack, but she couldn't. About a year later she remarried." He looked haunted. "Have you heard of a guy called the St Paul Maniac?" "Wait. A man who murdered his entire family..." Runningfox slowed down. "He was the man?" "Got it in one. After marrying mom, he decided he couldn't handle having to deal with a boy. I caught him raping one of my sisters, and told mom. She called me a liar. I told the police, but this was before they got all upset about such things. They investigated, but back then it meant asking the parent accused. He lied through his teeth, and mom backed him up. When I was eight, I ended up being taken in by social services as an incorrigible. I spent the next 11 years in the system. I was too old to adopt. Have either of you been in the state's gentle hands?" They shook their heads. "Well first off, if you're a baby, everyone wants to adopt you. It's so easy to claim it's your natural child, or a sister's kid you are raising, that kind of thing. They even let babies stay with the families longer. But if you're more than two years old, they stick you in a home. If you're stuck in a home, they will send you out to foster parents. Most of them are all right, but there are some that shouldn't be allowed to have a dog let alone a child. People who think of you as a steady source of money from the state so you end up being a slave in everything but name. That think a kid from a home needs 'discipline' and thinks your not being their flesh and blood kid means you can punish them as if you are an animal. Even the rare child molester "The system works, but not well. You see, they expect to return you to your parents eventually, so they can't allow any other emotional attachments. You end up with a family for only about a year before they have to shift you somewhere else. After that's happened a couple of times, suddenly you start thinking it's your fault." She looked at the can, then drained it. Martin handed her another. "Then you have the incorrigibles. You don't get the nice people that often because you're a monster that will explode in everyone's mind. Oh you do sometimes, and it's like being locked in a room your entire life, but for this year, you get to see the sun. It makes going back in the cage even worse. "But the bad ones are worse. You have the ones that think you're a meal ticket working you that much harder. The ones that want to 'discipline' you use a belt or their fists. The child molesters..." He drank half of the beer, handing the rest to Martin. "If I finish that, I'll be crying. That's a big problem with the body right now. "Where was I?" "Being an incorrigible," Lady Penelope prompted. "But when you get bigger they no longer bother, especially with the incorrigibles. You end up in the home all the time. I was like that by the age of thirteen. I think it was beating one son of a bitch with a fry pan when he tried to rape me. He claimed I had just attacked him," she laughed a sound right on the edge of frantic. "Of course who do you believe? The find upstanding not yet caught child molester? Or the 'incorrigible kid? "So I found out the home wasn't any better. Kids that had stopped being cute, that had been beaten until they would scream if you shouted 'Boo' or touched them. That had decided to hurt anyone that did try to touch them. Kids that were really incorrigible. You learn to avoid going to the shower when one of them is there, because either they're going to fall on their knees begging you not to hurt them, attack you, or try to bend you over. "When I turned 16, they had to send me to court. You see, dear old step- papa was caught turning his home into a brothel. All of my sisters had been used so often they thought sex was a way to make money. Mom had been beaten into submission. The only one willing to testify against him was me. "It took the defense attorney all of five seconds to tear my testimony apart. You see,