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MAU: Innocent Synopsis: An overly jealous woman suspects her husband is cheating. To pay him back, she tricks him into using an MAU. But sometimes, paybacks don't always go according to plan... Thanks to Ellie Dauber for some helpful suggestions about this story. [email protected] ********************************************************************** MAU: Innocent The cup made a muted soft clink as it was set on the saucer; the woman across the table flinched, as if she expected it to shatter. She glanced uneasily at her companion. "Are you sure, Meg?" she asked hesitantly. The woman who'd just set down her cup nodded somberly, her eyes blazing with a barely-controlled rage. "I _know_ what he's up to, Stacy," she said through clenched teeth. "The signs are there. He's cheating on me." Stacy gazed wordlessly for a moment; Meg's expression was a cold fury that Stacy had never seen before. "But ... Gary doesn't seem like the type." She reflected on the couple for a moment, her mind replaying scene after scene of her neighbors. They seemed so happy, so settled. Gary was always so polite, so helpful, and despite Meg's sometimes pushy nature, so very accommodating to his wife. He wasn't anything special to look at - a normal man of about 30 or 31, with a normal build, living in a normal suburb. Meg, too, seemed normal; she kept herself fit and seemed to take pains to be attractive in her hairstyle, makeup, and clothing. She had a very good figure; Stacy felt a brief stab of envy at Meg's hourglass figure and age. Stacy was easily 8 years older, and, while not unattractive, she knew that Meg was much better looking. She let it pass; she knew that she was attractive enough, and had no problem finding companionship when needed. She forced her attention back to the problem at hand. Despite her current poised demeanor, Meg's temper was not a secret to the neighbors, and she seemed impatient with her husband at times. Stacy couldn't believe that she would have missed anything; it all seemed so normal. Meg's icy glare was a warning, a threat to stop questioning her certainty. "He's always working late, and he's always getting calls at home - supposedly about work." Stacy frowned. "That's not unusual, is it?" "It's always some sweet-sounding girl." Meg realized that her explanation sounded hollow. "Gary is always so nice and sweet to the girls when they call. And a lot of the time, he runs off to work after one of the girls calls him." "Well, he does work at ExTech," Stacy offered weakly. "They do a lot of big government projects." Meg scowled. "True. But he never talks about his work. He won't tell me anything." She stared out the window for a moment. "How am I supposed to believe that he's putting in a lot of overtime? How am I supposed to feel secure knowing he's always running off when some woman calls?" Her voice was cracking, and her eyes were misting; suddenly, Stacy felt sympathetic. Meg continued. "And he's not ... he doesn't ..." Her emotions were overwhelming her, and it showed. "He's never intimate," she blurted, her voice almost a cry of anguish. Stacy felt her own emotions well up. Four years ago, she'd gone through a very messy divorce, with strong suspicion and accusations on both sides of infidelity. She understood how betrayed Meg felt. At the same time, though, she found it hard to believe that Gary could do such a thing. He wasn't anything at all like her ex; he seemed genuinely caring toward Meg. "Maybe he has a problem. You know, like ED?" Meg slammed the door on that line of thinking. "If he did, he'd have told me. We had that kind of trust." She shook her head. "No, he's spending all his time and energy with those college bimbos at work. I saw him talking to those ... girls ... at work a few times. I've seen him leaving in the parking lot late at night - after a supposed night of work - with one girl or another." The corners of her mouth turned up into an almost evil sneer. "He's not going to get away with cheating on me." Stacy felt a stab of fear from Meg's cold statement. She realized that Meg had spent considerable effort spying on her husband. "You're not going to do anything ... stupid, are you?" she asked cautiously. Meg grinned. "No, I'm not going to kill him, if that's what you're worried about," she replied. "Nothing rash. Just something to teach him a lesson about fooling around." ********** Gary moaned as the alarm penetrated into his sleepy brain. He reached from under the covers and stabbed at the offending device, missing but knocking his glasses to the floor. He reached down and pawed around the floor to retrieve his glasses, then slowly swung his legs from beneath the covers and to the floor. Without turning on the lights, aided only by the dim early morning light diffusing through the blinds, he stumbled into the bathroom. Having completed his morning routine, Gary walked quietly out of the bathroom into the still-dark bedroom, and, so as not to waken his wife, stepped through the door into his closet. With lightning speed, Meg bolted upright and darted from her bed toward the closet. As she approached, the door to the closet vanished, replaced by a dull metal panel. Meg grinned wickedly as she stopped short. She took half a step backwards and turned on the room light, then resumed her position, her arms crossed angrily over her chest, her gaze fixed on the metal panel. Almost on cue the metal panel vanished again. Now, in the full light of the room, a small metal rim was visible just inside the closet door jamb, like a door behind a door. And through the door, a very confused person stepped, directly into the light of the bedroom. The girl looked young - perhaps 25. Moderate height, she was very well proportioned and quite curvy of build. Her wavy platinum blonde hair framed her cute face, with blue eyes and a pert nose and sensuous full lips. As she noticed the hair, she reached up to swat it from her face, and her arm bumped into her very generous breast. She glanced down, as if noticing her build for the first time. "What the ...?" she started to ask; her words stopped at the sultry contralto voice echoing in her ears. Her eyes were wide with uncertainty as she glanced down at the offending orbs. She drank in the sight of her body, then her gaze returned slowly upward to Meg, who stood facing her. "Meg?" the girl asked uncertainly, her eyes still wide. "What's going on? What happened to me?" Meg grinned evilly. "Payback time, Gary," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Time for you to 'atone' for all the times you cheated on me." The girls eyes widened until they were like saucers. "But ... I've never cheated on you," she protested weakly. Meg reached out and angrily slapped her - hard. The girl flinched, her cheek reddening and sore. "Shut up! I _know_ you've been cheating on me - with those flouncy little bimbos you _supposedly_ work with! All those phone calls, all those late nights! I _know_ you've been fooling around." She grabbed Gary's wrist and yanked him cruelly toward the bedroom door. "Now you're going to pay!" Meg said viciously as she towed the transformed and stunned Gary out of the bedroom. Gary rubbed his sore cheek with his free hand; her slap had been very hard, and he felt weak and helpless. "But I've never cheated," he continued to protest. He was too stunned to resist; as he struggled mentally with his impossible situation, Meg dragged him down the stairs. In moments he was inside the basement apartment. Meg turned on him again. "I've been counting," she snarled. "All those times working late, working weekends. In the past 3 years, I figure it's been at least two hundred of your little trysts." Gary felt his eyes watering, both from the impossibility of the situation and the pain in his wrist and cheek. "But ... how? How did you do this to me?" He felt genuine fear from the angry tone of Meg; she sounded like she was irrational. He stared, as if uncomprehending, as Meg stomped out the door, slamming it behind her. The sound of the door locking was lost on his dazed mind. The cool morning air wafting around his bare smooth legs finally got his attention, but all it did was to push his besieged mind into panic. Clad only in a halter-top and a pair of Daisy Dukes, his hair swirling about his face, his body distorted from his average male form into this sex-kitten shape, Gary stumbled backward and collapsed onto the couch, his eyes watering as he fought to retain some sense of sanity. ********** Gary struggled to fasten the short shorts around his waist, his cheeks red with embarrassment. Beside him the toilet tank refilled with the soft sound of water running, betraying the source of Gary's humiliation and thus red cheeks. Gary pulled his flat stomach in tighter as he tugged on the shorts; the button snapped, but the side effect was to cause his chest to thrust out with an unfamiliar jiggling. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and froze. The body he wore was cute. Sex-kitten cute. The thought caused a shiver of fright to course up his spine. Big boobs - easily two or three sizes bigger than Meg's B-cups. Firm, perky boobs that jutted proudly forth, fairly screaming the femininity of their bearer, even when Gary slouched. Waist that couldn't be more than 22 inches. He looked cute and highly desirable. Gary shuddered again. As he turned from the bathroom, he heard the lock. Fearing his wife's irrational state, he scurried to the sofa and curled up, a throw pillow clutched against his chest as he drew his legs up defensively. Meg stepped confidently into the tiny apartment. "So, how do you like your new body?" she sneered as she gazed over Gary's form. One hand was behind her back; Gary couldn't see what she was holding, but a new wave of fear swept over him. Gary wanted to fight back, to argue, to strike out, to do something. But it wasn't in his nature, and feeling tiny and helpless, he knew it would be futile. "How did you do this? Why?" He frowned at the sexy sound of his voice. "I never did anything against you." Meg refused to be drawn into a rational discussion. "You know the why. As to the how, let's just say I got some help from a magic box." She produced a glass from behind her. "I figured you'd be a bit thirsty, so I brought some juice for you." She held out the glass to Gary, who took it warily. Meg's laugh wasn't nearly as cruel or wicked. "Oh, go on. If I were going to poison you, I'd have done it long ago." She sat down on the opposite end of the couch. "Now, let me tell you all about this setup." Gary glanced at her again, then smelled the drink, which produced a laugh from Meg. Cautiously, Gary took a sip. After a moment he took a big swallow, then drank greedily. "I told you I was going to get even for your affairs," Meg said again, her voice suddenly cold. "I _knew_ you were fooling around. When I found the box, I found the perfect way to get even," she crowed. "A box? That did this?" Gary said softly in disbelief. "That's ... impossible." Meg laughed again; the cruel tone had returned with a vengeance. "Yes. It's magic or alien or something. It lets you change your body - like I changed yours." She watched as Gary tried to make sense of her explanation, without success. "You can't deny it - it really works." She laughed. "Now you can start paying for your affairs ... Leila!" Gary's eyes widened; he started to rise, but fell uneasily back on the couch. The half-empty glass fell to the floor, spilling the rest of the juice on the floor. He glanced at the glass, then back at Meg. "What are you doing to me?" The words were a bit slurred. Meg sneered. "A little bit of date-rape drug, Leila. It'll really make sure you're in the mood." She saw Gary's uncertain reaction. "That's right - your name is Leila now. And for every time you cheated on me, you're going to get fucked!" She laughed. "Leila. Kind of an appropriate name, don't you think?" Meg rose suddenly and walked to the door. She opened it, and two young men came in, glancing around nervously. "Boys, I'd like you to meet my niece Leila. She's a very friendly girl, and I'm sure she'll do a _really_ good job of entertaining you - just like I promised!" The young men glanced at Meg, then at Gary - Leila. Their nervous looks were quickly replaced with lust as they drank in the sight of the gorgeous sexy girl sitting on the sofa. One of the young men glanced at Meg again. "Are you sure?" he asked. "This doesn't seem right." Meg grinned. "Don't worry - she's a very friendly girl. She just likes to play shy." She laughed as she saw a hint of fear in Leila's drugged eyes, while the two young men moved uneasily to sit beside the attractive girl on the sofa. Then, as if unsatisfied at the rate of progress, Meg reached down and tore Leila's halter top open, ripping the button from the fabric, and exposing her ample bosom. Leila looked up uncertainly; the drug was fully at work, dazing her mind and dulling her reflexes. Meg leered at her, then took one of the guy's hands and placed it squarely on Leila's chest. "She loves this, boys. She really loves it." Knowing that things were moving irrevocably toward Leila's initial deflowering, Meg strode confidently out of the basement apartment. Her grin was almost evil as she contemplated the payback that Gary was starting to receive. ********** The sound of the lock turning didn't register on Gary. He - she - sat curled up on the sofa, now folded out into a bed. The sheets were thoroughly mussed. The shorts, panties, and torn halter top were tossed haphazardly around the room, and Gary was hiding under a thin blanket, covering as much of her body as possible. Meg stepped into the room and glanced around, grinning wickedly. "I see you had a little fun," she sneered as she sat down in a worn armchair. Gary fought tears. His long hair was mussed and his makeup smeared. His thighs, and the space between them, hurt from the unexpected and unfamiliar use they'd been subjected to. Though he couldn't see it beneath the blanket, he felt the drying sticky wet mess in his crotch and on his stomach and chest. He'd been raped. Multiply. And his wife had arranged it. He felt sick to his stomach as he wondered if there was anything else he'd done while under the influence of the drug. "Why?" he managed to whimper. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Did you like it?" Meg asked mockingly. "The guys said you were pretty good, but that you could have been better." She reached out and yanked the blanket away, leaving Gary naked on the sofa. "Oh, my!" she feigned surprise. "You're all naked!" Without warning Meg stood and yanked her wrists, pulling her up off the bed. Gary tried to fight, to hide his nude body and his shame, but Meg would have none of it. "I asked if you liked it," Meg snarled. "No," Gary sobbed. Meg's grip was strong; he knew she was deliberately trying to hurt him. "Why won't you believe me?" Meg angrily threw his arms down. "You're going to love it by the time you're done." She glared at him. "You'd better love it. And you better be really good for the next guys." Gary's eyes widened. "Next guys?" Meg nodded. "I told you that you were going to get fucked once for each time you cheated on me. By my count, you've got 198 more to go. And in that time, you'd better learn to be really good, or I'll bump up the count!" "But Meg," Gary started to protest. Meg slapped him - hard. Really hard. "It's Aunt Meg. Understand, Leila?" She glared at him, her eyes burning with rage. "You're Leila until this is over, do you understand? And I'm your aunt. Got it?" She tensed like she was going to strike Leila again. Leila flinched. "Yes, Aunt Meg," she whimpered, her hand holding her stinging cheek. "But I've got to go to work tomorrow," she protested softly. "You've got to stop this." "No," Meg said confidently. "I already called and left a message with your boss. You've got the flu, so you probably won't be in all week." She grinned triumphantly. "Now get straightened up. Do your hair and your makeup, and get dressed. I'm going out to find another couple of guys." She reached out and held Leila's chin firmly, roughly. "Don't bother with the bed, though," she laughed. "You're just going to be messing it up again." She dropped her hand. "I expect to see you looking very nice when I get back. Understand?" Leila trembled at the angry tone of Meg. "Yes." She was slowly coming to the conclusion that Meg was insane. Meg smiled, a sickly-sweet smile that sent a shiver up Leila's spine. "Don't worry, dear," she cooed. "I won't drug you _this_ time. That way, you can really enjoy it." She turned and stomped out of the basement. The sound of the lock turning had a sickening finality. Gary - Leila - was a helpless prisoner of an insane woman, changed somehow into a busty young girl and sentenced to be a whore to satisfy his mad wife's sick sense of vengeance. ********** "Would you please tell me how you did this?" Leila asked meekly as she pulled her shorts up over her long sleek sexy legs. She fought a moment to fasten the button around her small waist. Leila stood barefoot on the rug, clad only in her shorts and panties. The wreck of her previous halter-top hung over the back of the chair; Leila didn't bother to put it on. As a result her pert and ample breasts bobbed invitingly on her chest. Leila tried to ignore the unfamiliar bouncing. She didn't have any makeup on - yet; it was a matter of time before Meg demanded that she put it on. And her hair was relatively straight and tangle-free, but completely unstyled. Meg stood in the doorway, the only escape from this basement prison, and said nothing. She looked approvingly at her handiwork. Leila felt a bit emboldened - but only a bit. "You can't keep up this charade," she said softly. "They'll miss me at work. And the money..." Meg smiled, that sinister smile that caused Leila to shudder inwardly. "You were excused this week due to illness. Your 'extended personal leave' request was already approved by your boss this morning." Leila felt a lurch in her stomach. Meg was smart - and thorough. "But - I've only got a week of saved leave. After that there won't be a paycheck," she offered, trying to find something that Meg had overlooked. The smile made her hopes plummet. "I've already lined up a job for you. You're a temp receptionist - at ExTech!" she gloated. "You can go back to work with your bimbos, only now you're not going to be dorking them and cheating on me!" She walked through the door, then glanced back. "And don't even think of trying to run away." She saw the surprised look on Leila's face and knew that she'd been thinking of precisely that. "You have no ID, no money, nothing. And no-one is going to believe a strange story about you really being Gary." Her haunting laugh echoed through the room as she locked the door behind herself. ********** "So," Meg asked as she sat in the stuffed chair, watching Leila getting ready with glee, "was it fun?" Leila tried to control her anger. "Why won't you believe me?" she said through clenched teeth. "I never cheated on you." She knew she was completely and totally helpless against Meg. "Yeah, right," Meg said sarcastically. "So how did you like sex without the roofies? Did you enjoy it?" Leila glared as she struggled with her lipstick. She decided to ignore Meg's line of questioning for the moment. It was hard enough to concentrate on the task at hand. Leila wasn't used to applying makeup, and Meg was demanding perfection. "Do you like the outfit I got you?" Meg mocked. "I figure that, for a girl with your outgoing personality, it was perfect." Leila took a deep breath, wincing inwardly at how it made her breasts heave. "I look like a tramp," she said angrily. "Exactly!" Meg exclaimed with delight. "You're so ... friendly ... that you might as well advertise!" She eyed up and down Leila's figure approvingly. "Not bad." Leila felt her anger mix with shame; the outfit Meg had selected -indeed all the clothing she'd been provided - left precious little to the imagination. Her short-sleeve knit blouse was very low cut, and with the push-up demi-bra, it exaggerated her already-generous cleavage. Her skirt was well above her knees; if she bent over, Leila knew that anyone behind her would have a clear view of her bottom and panties. She knew that if Meg had selected a slightly longer skirt, she'd be wearing stockings instead of panty-hose, but Meg had chosen the shortest possible skirt for the day. "I look like a tramp," Leila complained again. Indeed, with the 'sassy' hairstyle that Meg had insisted on and the heavy eye-shadow and ruby-red lipstick, Leila looked more like a streetwalker than anything else. "So - was he any good?" Leila frowned. "I am not enjoying this one little bit," she complained. "I didn't do anything to deserve this." Meg smiled. "I think you enjoyed it," she said knowingly. "Oh! Oh! Oh, god! Oh!" she mocked. "I could hear you all the way upstairs. She grinned triumphantly at Leila's humiliation. "From what I heard, it sounded like you were enjoying it." Leila fought her emotions; she didn't want to give Meg the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. "I was surprised," she tried to explain. "I couldn't help myself." She saw Meg's evil visage. "If you'd never had a female orgasm before, you'd have been surprised, too." "Sounded like you had more than one," Meg observed dryly, knowing that her words were a knife in Leila. "It sounded like you really _wanted_ more." She saw the blush on Leila's cheek. "And the guy said your blowjob was pretty good, too!" She twisted the knife. Leila felt her cheeks burn crimson. Having been made to perform oral sex on the guy had been the most humiliating experience of her life, and Meg knew. Meg rose, that sickening smile affixed to her features. "Well, it looks like you're ready for your first customer of the day." She strode to the door. "Oh, and did you know that the guys are paying me a little money for your 'services'?" She smiled sweetly and ducked through the door, leaving Leila speechless, and at the same time, horrified that Meg was taking so much pleasure in torturing her. She had a sudden terrifying thought that Meg was enjoying the torture so much that she might decide to never end this wicked game. ********** Meg strode easily through the brisk autumn air. It was early afternoon, and Leila was at work. Meg glanced at her watch; she had several hours before she'd have to pick up Leila. Beside her Stacy matched her quick pace. "So, what's going on?" Stacy asked finally. "I haven't seen Gary around, and your... niece?.... is visiting?" Meg didn't break her smile. "Gary is on an extended company trip," she lied smoothly. "So my niece came to keep me company." Stacy nodded. "Oh." She glanced around herself surreptitiously. "She seems a ... friendly sort." Meg laughed. "Oh, you mean all the guys?" She smiled. "Yeah, she's got quite an outgoing personality." Stacy nodded. "And a pretty outgoing pair of boobs, from what I've seen," she added with a laugh. Meg laughed. "It sounds like you're a bit jealous," she said lightly. Stacy giggled. "Not in the slightest," she said with conviction. "I know what big boobs are like. Remember - I was three cups bigger than you before my reduction! Nah. She can have her big tits. In ten years they're going to be hanging down around her navel anyway!" she added with a laugh. As the pair approached Meg's driveway, Meg asked, "You want a cup of coffee?" Stacy nodded. "Yeah, a hot cup of coffee would be great right now." She shivered. "I knew I should have brought my sweater." A few moments later Stacy had both hands wrapped around a steaming coffee cup. "Mmm," she said as she savored the flavor of the first hot sip. "Just what I need." Meg laughed. "That and Harrison Ford," she joked. Stacy laughed. "You have your fantasies, I have mine." She took another sip. For several seconds, she looked thoughtful. "Meg, what's really going on?" she finally asked. Meg seemed startled. "About what?" Stacy shook her head. "Meg, you're not that good an actress. What's really going on with Gary and your niece?" She glanced out the window. "Is Gary in some kind of trouble?" Meg gazed steadily at Stacy for several seconds. Finally she shook her head. "I should have known that I couldn't fool you," she admitted. She took a sip of her coffee, still holding her gaze steadily on Stacy. "Gary isn't really gone. And that's not my niece living the apartment." She saw the surprise in Stacy's eyes. "That's Gary down there." Stacy's mouth dropped open. "What?" she exclaimed. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to believe that the blonde bombshell in the basement is Gary!" She shook her head. "Even the best surgeons couldn't make Gary look like that!" Meg smiled. "No surgery. And it really is Gary." "That's preposterous." "I can prove it," Meg said confidently. She strode out of the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a plain gray box about the size of a large attache case. "This is what made Gary look into Leila." Stacy glanced at the box, then looked uneasily at Meg. She was starting to wonder if Meg had lost it. "Okay..." she said slowly, wondering what else to say or do. Meg smiled. "I knew you wouldn't believe me." With a flourish she set the box on the floor and rubbed her hand across what looked like runes carved into the top. Stacy's eyes widened, and her mouth hung agape as the box simply grew. It didn't unfold, or make any noise or anything. It simply stretched silently until it was slightly larger than an old- fashioned telephone booth. "See?" Meg asked triumphantly. Stacy peered at the box through narrowed eyes. "That's ... .a pretty good trick," she said warily. Meg's smile broadened. "That's the boring part," she said. "Watch this." She stepped to what appeared to be a panel, and after a few seconds she touched a purple knob. Stacy flinched when half the side simply vanished, leaving what looked like a door. With a glance over her shoulder Meg stepped into the box and reached for something. Again Stacy saw the box change; this time the side reappeared, leaving a closed box. Then, after what seemed an eternity to Stacy, the opening reappeared. Harrison Ford stepped out. Stacy nearly fainted. "See?" Harrison asked as Stacy's befuddled mind tried to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. "Is that ... you, Meg?" Stacy stammered. Meg grinned from Harrison's body. "Just like your fantasies." "Oh, my god!" Stacy exclaimed. "This is ... impossible!" Meg stepped to the table and took her arm. "No. Just some kind of magic or alien technology or something." She smiled. "Now, since you told me your fantasy, let's make it really come true." She led Stacy, hesitant but more than slightly curious, to the side of the machine. ********** Han Solo lay on the bed, with Princess Leia on his arm, basking in the afterglow. "So, was it what you expected?" Princess Leia glanced up, then kissed the man roughly. "Yeah," she said after breaking the long passionate kiss. She leaned back on one arm, her bare torso exposed from under the sheet. "That was ... incredible!" She took a deep breath. "Where did you get that ... magic box?" Han grinned. "I found it in the alley the other night. It didn't take too long to figure out what it could do." Leia frowned. "So you changed Gary? How?" "I set it up in the closet just before Gary woke up, programmed with the bimbo body. When he stumbled into what he thought was the closet, he really walked into the box. The rest is history." Leia shook her head. "I don't know, Meg. This doesn't seem right. What if he really never did cheat on you?" "He did." Han got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. In a moment, after changing, Meg came back in and sat on the edge of the bed. "So now I get payback." Leia shook her head. "It doesn't sound right." Meg laughed. "You want to have a turn at him?" She saw the shocked look on her friend's face. "Oh, don't be a prude! He's loving the sex, even if he won't admit it!" She smiled. "I've used the box a couple of times so I could screw him." She laughed. "He didn't even know it was me! So you want a turn?" Stacy sighed. She was having serious doubts about her friendship with Meg. "I don't know." Meg's eyes lit up. "I know - you're just nervous. But I know how to cure that." She saw the puzzled look on Stacy's face. "Let's change again - but this time, _you'll_ be the guy." She grinned. "And you can help me with _my_ fantasy. I'll be a huge-boobed stripper, and you can be a very well-hung black man..." ********** Leila glanced nervously around herself as she walked through the neighborhood. It was early evening, but it was already dark, and the chilly night air seemed to knife through her clothes. She stole a glance down to see her nipples poking visibly through her thin top; Meg had seen to it that she would be embarrassed even in this little bit of freedom. "Hi," came a voice from across the street. Leila glanced up, surprised and terrified. "You startled me," she said softly as she recognized Stacy, Meg's friend. At least she knew the person, and it was a woman, which reduced her embarrassment. At the same time Leila felt wary. If Meg were to let anyone in on her fiendish plot, it would be Stacy. Meg's vicious and unprovoked betrayal had left Leila shaken in giving trust to anyone, let alone one of Meg's friends. "I'm just getting a bit of exercise," Leila explained quickly. Stacy smiled. "You mind if I walk with you? Even though this is a good neighborhood, it's probably safer for two gals to walk together." She strode easily across the pavement to Leila's side. "I'm Leila," Leila said simply. "Meg Fisher's niece." Stacy smiled warmly. "Yes, your aunt told me you were staying with her while her husband is away on business." Stacy saw the girl flinch at her explanation. "I'm kind of new to the area," Leila said simply. "Where did you come from?" Leila started, nearly stopping. "What?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "Where did you grow up?" Stacy repeated again. She was trying not to sound surprised or overly inquisitive. If she hadn't already known of Meg's scheme, she'd have been very suspicious. "Uh, up north," Leila said simply. She kept glancing around, looking back toward Meg's house. "I've noticed you have a lot of boyfriends," Stacy teased. "I suppose it's natural, since you're such a pretty young girl." Leila was grateful that it was dark so Stacy couldn't see her blushing. "Yeah," she said softly. "I guess so." Stacy smiled. "You know, some night you and I ought to go to the club. It's great for picking up guys." She winked at Leila. "And to be honest, from the looks of your visitors, your discards would be better than the guys I've been able to find lately!" She saw a brief reaction from the younger girl, and Stacy decided to continue. "Are any of them any good? You know - in bed?" Leila stumbled in shock at the question. Even in the dim light from the street lamps, Stacy swore that she saw tears on Leila's cheeks. "Uh, I've got to go," she said stammered. Nearly running she fled from Stacy's side. Stacy stood, shocked, wondering if her words had been too cruel, and starting to have second thoughts about participating in Meg's vindictive game. ********** Leila felt a sickening sense of dread as Stacy approached her. As was now the norm, she was 'allowed' an evening walk. And she knew that Stacy would be joining her - probably to spy for Meg. It would be like Meg to bring Stacy in on her sick plot just to increase Leila's humiliation. Leila had a sudden chilling thought. She was referring to himself as Leila. Not Gary. She didn't have time to ponder the implications. "Hi, Leila," Stacy called cheerfully. "Hi," Leila replied without enthusiasm. "Let's walk down by the park tonight," Stacy offered cheerfully. Without waiting for a response she changed course and walked purposefully, with Leila dutifully following. Leila had tried to avoid a walk with Stacy a week earlier, and had been punished when she got home. She didn't want to incur Meg's wrath again. "I know what's going on," Stacy said after several silent minutes. "I know what Meg did to you." Leila nearly tripped. "What?" she asked, startled but wary. Stacy nodded. "That's why we're walking toward the park. I know that Meg has been spying on us when we have our walk." Leila felt conflicting emotions. This could be another of Meg's cruel tricks. Then again, it might be a ray of sanity in this insane situation. She walked for several silent steps as she mulled the thought that Stacy could be her only hope. "I ... I don't know what you're talking about." Stacy stopped, grasping the girls arms and turning Leila face-to-face with her. "Yes, you do. Gary." At the sound of the name, Leila broke down. The tears gushed forth, and her legs felt like they would collapse. Stacy held her tight, steadying her as the girl wept uncontrollably. It took a long time for the tears to stop flowing. "She showed me the box that she used," Stacy explained as the two sat down on a park bench. "She told me everything." Leila's emotional well was dry. After all the humiliation, and after all the anger, and after the flood of relief at Stacy's revelation, there was no emotion left. "Why is she doing this?" Stacy sighed. "She's convinced that you were having affairs on her. She found the box, and decided it was time to get even." Leila nodded. "I know. She's told me." She shook her head. "She's convinced that every time I worked late, or on Saturday, or went on a business trip, I was having an affair. She said I have to have sex with a man once for every time I was 'unfaithful'." Stacy nodded her understanding. "She's frustrated because you weren't having sex with her." Leila hung her head. "Yeah, I know. I had ... a problem." "ED?" Leila shook her head. "If it had only been that simple. No, it was something that medicine couldn't cure. When I was in college, I was in a car wreck. A bad one." She looked down, obviously embarrassed at having to reveal a very sensitive secret. "It ... affected my ... you know." She paused, struggling to go on. "I thought it had healed." She shook her head again. "A couple of years ago on our ski trip, I took a really bad fall." "I remember. You tore up your knee and were on crutches for several months," Stacy said softly. Leila nodded. "That wasn't all I tore up. It aggravated the old damage from the car wreck. It left me basically impotent." "Why didn't you tell her?" "The way Meg acts? The way our marriage had become a hollow shell? Would you have?" Stacy shook her head. "I guess it's tough for a guy to admit those kinds of things." "Will you help me?" Leila asked simply. Stacy looked up at the girl, surprised. "What?" "Will you help me?" Stacy looked at Leila, then hung her head. "You better wait a second to see if you trust me." "What do you mean?" Leila asked, suddenly concerned. Stacy swallowed. "You remember the third day? The tall muscular guy you had sex with - about five times?" Leila thought back - it seemed that there had been so many. Then she remembered. One guy - taller than the rest. He seemed quiet, almost shy and uncertain. But he'd been really demanding when it came to sex. He'd made her give him a blowjob. He did her multiple times, in multiple positions, and rather roughly. Leila's eyes widened. "Oh, my god! You didn't!" Stacy's head still hung; it was her turn to feel her cheeks burn. "Meg ... talked me into it. She convinced me it would help you learn your lesson. And that I'd have fun." She shook her head. "I guess it was easy to convince me after she and I fooled around with the machine." Leila's head spun. She'd just been tossed a lifeline of hope - only to discover it was attached to an anchor. She fought her conflicting emotions. Only Stacy knew who she really was. Only Stacy knew of her wife's mad plot. But Stacy had used the machine to fuck her, to humiliate her, to be a part of Meg's sick vengeance. For several long moments the two sat on the bench. "Who else can I trust?" Leila finally asked. She saw Stacy look up toward her, surprised. "There's no one else I can trust," she said again. "You're the only one that understands." "But..." Stacy stammered, "what if this is just an act? Part of her plot? To gain your confidence only to shatter your hope?" Leila nodded. "That sounds like something Meg would do. But she's not that subtle. It's more like her to draw you into the plot and then try to befriend me, so you could needle me about sex and all my visitors and such." She saw Stacy's mouth drop open. "Kind of like you were doing." "Yeah, I guess I did get drawn in." "I know. And I can tell that you feel guilty about being manipulated by her." She took a slow breath to steady her nerves. "Can you help me?" Leila asked simply. Stacy shook her head slowly. "No. Meg hid the box. She said she knew you'd try to change back, so she hid it. I doubt it's even in the house." Leila sighed heavily. "Yeah, that's what I figured." She shook her head, and felt the warm wetness of tears rolling slowly from her eyes. "So I'm stuck. No friends, no ID, no life, no money, no family. Stuck as a basement whore to amuse Meg and her twisted sense of revenge." Stacy put her hand on Leila's shoulder. "You're wrong." She saw the girl look up into her eyes. "One friend. If you'll still have me as a friend after what I've done." Leila turned, looked into Stacy's eyes, then wrapped her arms around the older woman. "For the first time since this began," she said softly, "I don't feel alone." After a few moments Leila glanced at her watch. "We better get going. Meg has probably got a couple of guys lined up for me, and she'll get suspicious if we're late." "So how was it?" Stacy asked out of the blue as the two walked toward Meg's house. "How was what?" Leila asked cautiously. "Sex." "What?" "How was sex? Did you like it?" Leila recoiled. "What? Why are you asking that?" She wondered anew if Stacy was really leading her on, as part of Meg's plot. Stacy shrugged. "Just girl talk. Just wondering how it compares." Leila frowned. "You should know," she said caustically. Stacy sighed. "I guess I had that coming. But seriously, you've spent ... what, 4 weeks, maybe 5 as a girl? How does it compare to being a guy?" She giggled. "Including the sex." Leila's alarm waned. "It's ... different." She laughed. "I don't miss shaving every morning. But I do hate shaving my legs and armpits." "And your ...?" Leila blushed. "Yeah. That too." She thought for a few moments. "I guess if I could choose my clothing and job and stuff, it wouldn't be so bad." She looked down, and her voice sounded embarrassed. "I mean, it's kind of fun to manipulate the younger guys at work! They'll almost kill for a glance down some cleavage." "And if you could choose the sex?" Leila thought again. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I had problems, so it wasn't really something I was an expert at. As a guy, I mean. And it's not like I have much of a choice now." "But if you could choose?" "I guess it might be okay. If I could choose." She felt her cheeks reddening. "The multiple orgasms are one thing I know that women have the advantage over guys." She wrinkled her nose. "But I really, really hated my period." Stacy nodded her agreement. "If you think having a period is bad, I've heard lots more complaints about morning sickness and childbirth." Leila halted mid-stride. Her face had become ashen. "Oh, my god!" Stacy glanced, then her jaw dropped open. "Meg doesn't have you on birth control?" Horrified beyond words, Leila shook her head slowly, her mouth agape. Stacy gulped. It would be like Meg to want to see her get pregnant. "We'll stop by my house - for coffee," she added quickly, to provide cover for Leila against Meg's snooping, "and you can take my pills." ********** Leila sat in the passenger seat, somber and silent. She didn't know what Meg was up to, but she knew Meg was going to try to humiliate her again. As the car turned a corner, Leila's spine stiffened. With sickening certainty she recognized the first and second house on the street. Unlike past outings, however, Meg had allowed her to dress a bit modestly this time. Meg stole a glance at the alert girl and grinned. "You recognize where we are?" she asked with sickening sweetness. Leila nodded ever so slightly. "This is Frat Row," she asked, referring to the block of elegant-looking houses near the college. Meg smiled. "You do recognize it," she leered. "What now?" Leila asked simply, her voice strangely devoid of emotion. She had a feeling of foreboding about Meg's plans. "Oh, nothing really. Just a little party," Meg answered. Her attempt at feigning innocence and sweetness failed; her voice sounded positively witchy. She pulled the car beside the curb at the third house and honked the horn. Leila watched uneasily as the door opened and two young men strode easily to the car. They leaned over to look in the passenger window, and their gazes almost instantly riveted on Leila and her generous cleavage. "Hi, boys," Meg said, her voice sweet once more. "Is one of you Jason?" One of the boys answered, lifting his stare from the valley on Leila's chest. "I am. You must be Meg?" The second young man kept his gaze on Leila. "And who is this charming young lady?" His voice was suave and charming, unlike what Leila had expected just moments ago, and his warm smile was utterly disarming. Meg nodded. "That's my niece Leila. When she heard that you were having a party tonight, she wanted to come." She smiled. "She's thinking of going to college here next semester, so I figured it would be good for her to see what the social life was like." The second young man opened the door and extended his hand to help Leila from the car. "Hi," he said, his voice oozing charm. "I'm Kurt. It's very nice to meet you." He offered his arm. Leila glanced nervously at Meg; she was busy talking to Jason. Knowing that she was at the mercy of Meg's nefarious plan, she took Kurt's arm and began to walk with him toward the fraternity house. She felt a bit weak-kneed; Kurt was being so very nice, and he was so sweet. Leila was confused, because she was expecting a bunch of ill-mannered drunk college boys, like the ones Meg had so often brought to the basement. Meg glanced past Jason. "I take it Kurt doesn't know about our little arrangement?" Jason shook his head, smiling. "Nope. "How many new members is Leila - initiating tonight?" she asked. Jason smiled. "Twelve." Meg grinned. "She'll do very well, then. And the other part of our little bargain?" Jason reached inside his jacket and produced an envelope. "Four hundred dollars, like we agreed. Cash." He handed the envelope to Meg. He started to turn back to the house, but leaned back to the window. "I don't get it," he said, his brow a bit wrinkled. Meg's grin widened. "You will. As much of it as you want tonight." "She's your niece." "And?" Jason frowned, then he glanced over his shoulder at Leila's shapely form walking with Kurt up the sidewalk. He thought of her bountiful cleavage. "And ..." he grinned as he anticipated the night, "it's nice to do business with you." ********** "Bad week?" Stacy asked as Leila caught up to her. Leila nodded mutely. Her face was a mask of unhappiness. "What did she dream up this week?" Leila frowned. "She said she's rethought, and it should be more like 300 times instead of 200. And she made me compete in a wet T-shirt contest last night. It was amateur night at the strip club Wednesday night, too." Stacy sighed, shaking her head. "And?" Leila took a deep breath, her eyes closed, to calm her anger. "She made me pick out and invite the guys home." She shook her head. "It's bad enough when she brings the guys home, but making me do it?" Stacy shook her head. "She's determined to humiliate you in every way she can." "She's doing a damned good job of it." Leila sighed. "I can't take much more of this," she said softly. "It's bad enough to have to work with the girls I used to work with. It's bad enough to have to dress like a tramp, and hear all the innuendo and snide comments at work. And then when I get home, I'm a sex slave! She made me do 3 at once last week! Do you know how humiliating that is?" Stacy put her hand on Leila's shoulder. "I can only imagine. But I don't know what I can do to help." They walked in silence for a while. "Did you win?" "What?" "Did you win - the wet T-shirt contest or the strip contest?" Leila's mouth dropped open, then she saw the playful smile on Stacy's face. "No," she answered. "I didn't win." Stacy shook her head. "Obviously, then, the judges have no taste. I mean, with hooters like that, you should have won hands down." Leila didn't feel like laughing. "It's not funny." "Sorry." "The FBI was at work today." Stacy's eyes widened. "About?" "About Gary's - my - disappearance." Leila sighed. "You know how Meg told you that I never talked about work?" She saw Stacy nod. "Well, there was a reason. I was doing Top Secret work on a defense project. I _couldn't_ talk about it." "So when you disappeared..." Stacy's eyes widened even more as she realized what Gary's disappearance could mean. Leila nodded. "It caused a huge stink. A major security breach. The whole company is getting a security procto." Stacy frowned. "That explains the people asking around the neighborhood about you." Her eyes widened. "And why Meg said some guys had visited her to ask about you." She dropped her voice. "She reminded me that the whole story was so improbable that no-one would believe me if I said you'd been changed into Leila." "What did you tell them?" Stacy sighed. "I was scared. Of how I'd sound if I told them about the box." She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I just told them that I hadn't seen you since ..." Leila nodded, putting her arm on Stacy's. "I know. I probably would have done the same." Stacy couldn't believe the amount of forgiveness that Leila had shown her. For the way she'd teased Leila at first. For allowing Meg to persuade her to 'take' Leila. And now, for being too scared to try to get her out of this impossible situation. "So, what was the deal with the girls? At work, I mean," Stacy continued after a long awkward pause. Leila sighed. "They were friends. Nice girls. They were interning at the company for a semester." She shook her head. "I was helping them with some course work, giving them career advice, so on. Nothing romantic or sexual." Stacy nodded. "I understand. I just wish Meg would have believed you." Leila shook her head. "I don't think Meg is rationale any more." ********** "She changed the number again," Leila reported sadly. Stacy bolted upright on the park bench. The leaves around her feet rustled at the sudden movement. "She did what?" "Five hundred." Leila plopped down heavily beside Stacy. "And she's got me working two nights a week in a strip club. After she whored me to a fraternity party." She shook her head. "She was claiming that I'm making more money stripping and doing sex than when I was an engineer." Stacy cursed silently. "I wish I'd never have gotten mixed up in this." Leila laughed bitterly. "You and me both." She leaned back, closed her eyes, and sighed. "And there's no way out." Stacy sat silently for a moment. "Maybe." That simple word drilled into Leila's consciousness. "What do you mean, maybe?" She sat up. "Did you find the box?" Stacy shook her head. "Nope." "Then what?" "Is being a girl so bad?" Stacy asked simply. "What?" "Is being a girl so bad?" Leila's eyes widened. "But ... what does that have to do with a way out?" Stacy shrugged. "Is being a girl so bad?" she asked again. Leila frowned. "I want to get back to being myself." Stacy nodded. "Yeah. That's what you're saying. But which is more important - being Gary, or getting free of Meg?" "Isn't that the same thing?" Leila asked, puzzled. Stacy shook her head. "No." She sighed heavily, suddenly fatigued by the burden she was carrying. "Meg told me her plan yesterday." Leila's eyes narrowed. "Which is..." "She admitted that it's a big turn-on for her to see you being a sexual plaything. But that she's starting to get bored. She said that when she's done with you, she's going to file for divorce." Leila felt her world shatter. No job, no clearance, and no marriage. Gary's life was truly over. Meg wasn't going to be satisfied until he was well and truly destroyed. "She wants to take everything," she said softly. Stacy nodded. "I may have found a way out. But you have to answer the question. Is being a girl so bad?" Leila dropped her head. "You know, it's ironic, but for the past couple of weeks, I've been thinking of myself as Leila. Not as Gary." "So being a girl is okay?" Leila nodded. "Yeah. I guess I've gotten used to it." She smiled coyly. "I kind of like getting the attention, too." Then she glanced down at her chest. "But I'm not sure I like my boobs being so big." "And sex?" Leila nodded. "If it were my choice?" She thought for a second. "I could get used to it." She glanced back up at Stacy. "But it's not my first choice." "Compared to being a sex slave in a basement, a frat whore, and a part- time stripper? Or having your career and life ruined?" "Point noted." Leila sighed heavily. "So what's the plan?" Stacy sighed. "I can get you a fake birth certificate. It's not easy, but I've got a friend who gets fake documents for illegal immigrants. We get you a fake birth certificate and Social Security number, and you're free." Leila bit her lip. "That sounds pretty drastic - and final." Stacy nodded. "Compared to doing another few hundred guys? If Meg doesn't drop you first?" She shook her head. "You told me she was getting a lot kinkier in what she was having you do. And we both know she's got a webcam on you, and is watching and taping all your shenanigans." She frowned. "How long until it's S&M, or beastiality? Or worse?" Leila shuddered at the thought. "You're right." ********** "I wish I could find something a little less ... revealing," Leila complained as she stuffed her clothing into Stacy's suitcase. Everything was low cut, sexy, revealing, and embarrassing. "We'll get that taken care of." "What if she comes home early?" Leila asked, feeling terror at being caught. Meg was out running her Saturday-morning errands; Stacy had let herself in the house and had come downstairs to free Leila. Stacy shook her head. "My cousin Tracy is watching the entrance. If she comes, Tracy will give us plenty of warning." Leila nodded, though Stacy's words didn't diminish her dread. Meg was stronger, and was probably certifiably insane. That made a dangerous combination. "Okay, that's all the clothes that I want to take. Enough until I can get a job." "Let's go." Leila shook her head. "Nope. Not yet." She carried the suitcase up from the former basement prison, then set it by the door. With Stacy following her she marched into the study. She turned out a picture, revealing a safe. In moments the door was open. "I'm glad she didn't think to change the combination." Leila sorted through the documents, stuffed a few in her bag, then closed the safe and replaced the picture. "While you were packing, I searched for the box again." Leila nodded. "I know. And you couldn't find it." Stacy shook her head. "No." Together they walked to the door; Leila took a deep breath, then closed it firmly behind herself. She felt part of her life slam shut, and she trembled. Watching around them, the two walked quickly and nervously across the street and down to Stacy's house. Leila opened the back door and put her suitcase in. "We've got to get going before _she_ comes home." She climbed into the passenger seat. Stacy climbed behind the wheel and astarted the car. The car accelerated down the street - toward the subdivision entrance and Leila's freedom. ********** Stacy pulled into the entrance of a Motel Six across town from her home. She drove around the back and pulled into a parking space. "Why are we stopping here?" Leila asked simply. "You need someplace to stay," Stacy told her. "Someplace where _she_ can't find you. And my friend's shop is about two blocks from here." The women got out of the car and Leila retrieved her suitcase. Stacy opened one room with a key she'd obviously picked up earlier, then she handed the key to Leila. "It's reserved in my name, and paid up for a week." Once they were inside, with the door safely closed behidn them, Stacy handed Leila a slip of paper. "Call the number. He's got everything set up for you. IDs and a job." She shook her head. "It's not great, since you don't have a high school diploma, but it's something you can start from. He'll get you a drivers' license and everything." "I will. Thanks." Stacy dropped her hand into her pocket. She pulled out a wad of cash. "Take this." Leila shook her head. "No," she protested quickly. "I can't." Stacy pressed the money into Leila's hand. "You'll need it. Take it." She smiled, then hugged the girl again. "You can repay me later." Leila returned the hug. After a few moments, Stacy broke the embrace. "I've got to get going. Before she comes home. Call." Stacy sounded almost like she was pleading. Leila smiled. "I will. Thanks for everything." She wiped tears fro both cheeks. She watched, trembling with both fear and relief, as Stacy walked to her car. Leila hear the thump as the door slammed shut, then the motor started and Stacy drove off. ********** Meg paced her living room like a caged animal. It had been almost 2 weeks since she'd discovered Leila was missing. She felt trapped; without Leila there was no source of income. Without Leila, she had no release for her anger and hostility. She snarled to herself as she remembered finding that Leila was missing. The house door was locked, as expected, but when she'd gone downstairs, she'd found the door unlocked. Some of Leila's clothing was gone. And Leila was gone. In a near rage Meg had stormed through the basement apartment, then the rest of the house, calling Leila's name. At first her voice was angry, but as she continued, desperation became audible. Meg tried to calm down, but without success. She knew that she was going to have to do something about the mounting stack of bills. The money she'd earned from Leila was gone; she'd spent it almost as fast as Leila earned it. She figured that between savings and checking accounts, she could get by for another three weeks. After that, Meg knew she was going to be in trouble. To add to her woes the box wouldn't open again. In fact it hadn't worked since a couple of days after she'd changed Gary into Leila, but she'd held out hope that it was just overused and needed recharging or something. After Leila disappeared, though, Meg discovered to her shock that the box really wasn't going to work again. Even Stacy had changed. Meg frowned as she thought of Stacy. Stacy had betrayed her - just like Gary had. She'd probably helped Leila escape. It was probably Stacy's idea; Meg's thoughts wandered to irrationality. Meg felt trapped. She couldn't get insurance for Gary's disappearance; she'd already tried that. He wasn't yet legally dead, so the company wouldn't pay. He was just missing. And she couldn't report Leila missing, because Leila didn't legally exist. She was truly alone, for the first time in her life. The doorbell range a second time, snapping her from her dark brooding and desperate thoughts. She walked to the door and peeked outside. She gasped at the two men in dark suits and ties standing on her doorstep. Meg took a few seconds to compose herself, taking two deep breaths to help steady her nerves, then she opened the door. "May I help you?" she asked, trying to sound polite. In truth Meg's nerves were frazzled. She'd already gone through the interviews with the FBI once. "Yes, ma'am," the older agent said simply. "We'd like to talk to you. May we come in?" Meg's stomach turned somersaults, but she forced herself to smile. "Yes," she said, standing aside and gesturing for the two men to enter. She led the two men to her living room. The agents seated themselves. The older man was around 50; slight graying of his hair and weathered face gave him a bit of a fatherly look. Still, in the dark suit, he had a commanding presence that was a bit intimidating to Meg. The second man was younger - perhaps thirty. He was African-American, and leaner than the older man. He appeared more approachable and friendly than his partner, but the dark suit gave him the same authoritarian air as his older colleague. "Would you like some coffee?" Meg asked politely. The older man shook his head. "No, thank you," he answered for both men. Meg sat down cautiously. These men seemed more intimidating than the other agents who'd interviewed her about Gary. "How can I help you?" she asked. "Is this about my husband's disappearance?" "No," the older man answered. "And yes." "I don't understand," Meg answered, confused. The agent pulled out a picture. "Have you ever seen one of these?" He handed the picture to Meg. Meg glanced at the picture, and she froze. She felt the blood drain from her face. It was a picture of the box she'd used to transform Gary. "I don't think so," she stammered. Her lie was totally transparent. "We believe you have, ma'am," the younger agent said simply. "We know what happened to your husband." Meg glanced at him, now beyond nervous. "He ... he disappeared on a company trip," she lied. The agent pulled out another picture. "Do you recognize this person?" he asked as he handed her the photo. Meg fought to control her shaking. The photo was of Leila. "Yes," she answered. "That's my niece Leila." She glanced at the two agents. "She ... ran away ... a couple of weeks ago." "No, it isn't," the younger agent countered. "That's your husband Gary." His expression was totally neutral. "After you used the device to change him." Meg's heart pounded. They knew. They _knew_ the impossible truth of the box! "That's ... that's ... ridiculous!" she protested weakly. "No, ma'am," the older agent replied calmly. "You found one of these devices, learned its capabilities, and then, for some reason, you used it to transform your husband." "But ... that's impossible! Change my husband into a girl?" Meg countered, hoping to make the agents' claims sound foolish. "It's not possible! And even if it was, why would I do something like that?" The older agent's grandfatherly visage changed, until he looked almost menacing. "You know the capabilities of the device, and you used it on your husband." He glanced at his partner. "D, explain the trouble she's in." "I didn't do anything wrong," Meg quickly interjected. The younger agent ignored her. "The government spent a lot of money chasing ghosts to deal with the disappearance of an engineer with a top secret clearance, working on a very sensitive project. Suspected espionage and treason. Rework of a lot of sensitive communications equipment in case the work was compromised. Filing false police reports. Falsifying documents associated with your 'niece'. Soliciting prostitution. And a few others I'm sure we could find." Meg frowned. "This sounds impossible. No one would ever believe that I changed Gary into a girl!" "You can cooperate, or else." Meg felt defiant. This story of theirs was impossible to believe -even if she'd done it. No judge or jury would ever believe such a fanciful tale. "Or what? You don't have a story that'll stand up in court. I can wait until the courts declare my husband dead, and collect his insurance." "True," the older agent said. "But we don't need that story," the younger agent added ominously. "Other evidence will suffice." Meg paled again. "Other evidence? What other evidence?" The younger agent shrugged. "Your complicity in espionage against the United States Department of Defense. Your complicity in the murder of your husband - ostensibly for the insurance and because you got greedy about your share of the espionage payoff." The older agent nodded. "Your husband's body has been found and identified. There is evidence of foul play in his death." Meg's jaw dropped. "That's impossible! I changed ...." She realized what she was saying and clasped her hand over her mouth. The older agent shrugged. "That story won't stand up in any court." Her own protest hit her like an anvil. The agent handed her a third photo. "Your husband's body. It looks like he was stabbed several times before he was tossed into the lake. I'm _very_ certain the labs will get a positive DNA match." Meg stared at the older man for a moment, then glanced to the younger agent. "Yes, ma'am," the younger man said simply. "You've got a lot of trouble on your hands." Meg stared at the pictures, then at the agents. Finally her last bit of defiance crumbled. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice ringing with defeat. "The box." "The box? That's all?" Meg asked, incredulous. "And the details of how you used it." The younger agent nodded. "And sign all your insurance benefits to your niece." Meg stared at the two, thinking of what they were asking. Without the insurance, she'd be nearly broke and would have to go back to work. But they had all the cards. "Okay," she finally agreed softly. She rose and walked down the hall, returning in a few moments with the dull silver box. She handed it to the younger agent, while the older man handed her a sheaf of papers and a pen. Meg stared at him for a moment, searching for any hint of compassion. There was none. Meg signed the papers, then handed them back to the older man. "Thank you," the agent said simply. The two rose unbidden and walked to the door, letting themselves out. In the doorway Meg watched them, then she called out, "What's become of my husband?" The older agent turned his head, shooting her a withering stare. "Why do you even care, considering the way you treated him?" He turned, leaving her speechless on the step. ********** The sound of the doorbell interrupted Leila as she was setting the table. She stepped across her apartment and peeked through the keyhole. A warm smile spread across her face as soon as she recognized the person at the door. Leila opened the door, and practically pulled Stacy inside and into a big hug. Stacy returned the embrace with gusto. "How are you doing?" Leila eased back from the hug and closed the apartment door, then took Stacy by the arm and led her to the sofa. "Things are going well," she said with a smile. Stacy heard a noise outside the patio doors and glanced. A young man was tending a grill on the balcony. Stacy smiled. "I see that." Leila blushed. "No, I mean life. I feel like my life is gett