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Part Time Girl Caterpillar Girl Chapter 1: Through the wall and back Dr. Glen Wood read the ancient text his friend had leant him to study. It was not the vacation that Glen dreamt of, but his wife was unable to get off at the same time he was, so he stayed home. He figured that studying the text for Charles was better than simply sitting around watching television for a week. He had tried to spend time with his daughter before he took up studying the ancient work, but she was a teenager and was not particularly interested in him. Glen poured over the text, line by line. Glen was particularly consumed with a part of the text that claimed that there was an alternate reality that differed from what everyone else saw and that could alter what everyone else saw. It was a fanciful idea. A person could change how things were perceived and thus change how people thought things were. The key to unlocking this was said to be in the text. Glen had read over the ancient lines in his mind, but had not tried to test their validity for fear of making himself feel like a fool for taking it seriously. However, since there was no one around his home that weekday morning, Glen decided that it was the perfect time to give it a try. Only he would know that he gave a try, and he figured that he had embarrassed himself in private enough times to not feel that much lower for taking the text's claims seriously. Glen smiled as he read the ancient text. He cleared his mind and pointed at the wall as the text instructed. The smile quickly disappeared as a swirling object again appeared on the wall in his study. He approached it tepidly. He stared into it, wondering what he should do next. He placed his arm through it. It felt as if he had pushed his arm through a bucket of water, but he felt that his arm was dry. Glen took a deep breath and pushed himself through the wall. Glen's mouth fell open. He gasped as he looked around and realized that he was breathing normally. He looked down and saw that he was standing in ankle high orange grass. He moved away from the hole in the wall and stared at the blue sky. Glen moved farther from the hole through the orange grass and came upon a man sitting upon a log. He was gnawing upon an apple core when his eyes shot up to meet Glen. The slouched man grinned at Glen. "Oh, hello. Do you speak English?" Glen asked after some hesitation. "Of course. I speak all." "Um...Terrific. Do you know where we are?" "We are everywhere. We are nowhere." "Oh, ter...ter...terrific. I'm Doctor Joseph Wood." "That's nice," the man replied as he went back to gnawing on his apple core. "Could you help me?" "Help you what, darling?" Glen paused. 'What the hell does he mean by that? Is he coming on to me,' Glen thought. Glen decided to continue. "What is this place?" "This? Nothing but an emanation of the one." "The one?" "The one and only." "What is the one?" "You are the one." "The one?" "The one and only." Glen paused before he continued, "We don't seem to be getting anywhere. Is there anybody else around I can talk to?" "Hah, hah, hah, no, my darling." "Why do you keep calling me darling?" "A pretty young thing like you?" Glen tried to be delicate in his response. "While I appreciate your compliments, I'm not of that persuasion." "You will be," the slouched man crowed. Glen started to back away from the man and towards the hole. The slouched man saw Glen's steps and hopped to his feet. He moved around Glen in a circle. Glen watched the man, curious as to what he would do. Glen started to sweat as the man moved closer. Glen fell back into a defensive position. The crazed man continued to dance around him and started singing, "A trick of no dick, the stranger comes upon the changer." Glen stared back with confused gaze at the slouched man that seemed to be growing. Glen then realized that everything seemed to be growing. Glen perceived that he had shrunk from 6'2" to 5'6". The slouched man smiled and said, "I think we should change you a little more, Wood. Would that be all right with you?" Glen shook his head, but the slouched man continued. Glen looked down at his suddenly shorter and more girlish body with a gasp. Glen was shocked by the extent of the changes. That shock rendered him silent. The slouched man gazed at him for a second, before he ran off towards a hill. Glen was shaken to his core. He ran back towards the wall instinctively. He pushed himself back through it. He looked around his study with a sigh of relief. The relief was short lived. It took Glen a few seconds before he could muster the courage to look down and confirm how he felt. The changes had followed him through the wall. 'What if someone sees me? How can I explain this?' Glen's panicked mind began to think as his slender fingers rubbed his neck and accidentally scratched it with his nails. As Glen looked around the room, he saw his wedding picture. It was different. He looked at the woman in the picture. It was not his wife. He turned and left the room with the picture in his hand. He scurried to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror. He was that woman in the picture. He did not recognize the man, but he knew that he was now his husband. The thought of being married to a man did not repulse him for some reason. He found that odd. He stared at the picture and found himself attracted to a man for the first time. 'Shit, I'm still straight,' Glen thought to himself as he became aware of his suddenly and decidedly female sexual desires. Glen walked out of the bathroom with the picture in his hands and reentered his study. He decided he wanted to see what else had changed. He looked at the other pictures. His daughter was still there. She was unchanged. He looked at the degrees on the wall for a Glenda Wood. 'That's not an attractive name,' Glen thought to himself. He saw a pocketbook where his wallet was before on his desk. He searched through it and found his license. He read the details to himself, "Glenda Fuller. Height, 5'1"." It did not take long for Glen to realize that the last name was his wife's maiden name. Glen knew then that they had swapped genders. Glen pondered if he should dare cross through the wall again. After all, there were far worse things than being a woman, especially one that apparently did not have a problem being one. Still, Glen was consumed by a desire to know how the change happened. It was the not knowing that he knew would gnaw at him. Glen went down into his basement and grabbed a reel that contained fishing string. He tied the end of the string to the desk in his study. He took a deep breath before he read the text again. A swirling object again appeared on the wall in his study. Again he approached it tepidly. Glen passed through the wall once more with the fishing reel in his hand. He stared around the orange plains of grass and looked for the slouched man. He was nowhere in sight. Glen moved cautiously away from the wall. As he unwound the string he came upon a slate path leading to a small earthen hut. Glen took a deep breath before he approached. He was not sure if he was more afraid of this world than he was of his own, or whether it was his decreased strength and the unknown that troubled him. Glen rapped upon the wooden door. He backed away as it drew open. Glen first saw nothing but darkness, but then a silver hand appeared. The man stepped out of the doorway and into the light. Glen stared upon the tall, slender man. He had an unremarkable physique. He had a plain face, small ears, and slight limbs. But he was unlike any other. His skin was of a bright silver complexion, and his long hair was silver as well. The man spoke in a deep voice, "How may I help you, Dr. Wood?" "You know my name?" "I know all." Thinking back to what the slouched man said, Glen asked, "Are you the one?" "We are all the one," the silver man answered. "So that other guy I meet..." "Crocks are also the ones." "Crocks?" "Yes, that was a Crock." "What's a Crock?" "A lot like you." "That wasn't a human?" "When did a human last make you appear to be a woman?" "I see your point." "I don't think you do." "Well, what is it then?" "Only you can answer that." "Fine, don't tell me that. Can you just tell me, how did he change me?" "He didn't." "He most certainly did. I had penis and now I don't. That's a change! A pretty big change where I come from too" "He didn't change you. He changed how you're perceived." "No. I still perceive myself as a man," Glen countered. "He changed perception itself." "Well, how does that change reality?" "There is no reality. Perception is everything." "Okay. Let me see if I got this. There's no reality." "Correct. Everything is an illusion." "Fine, but the illusion can be altered by anyone." "Only by those who know how to." "What do those Crock's know that I don't that could fix me?" "Everything is one. What you see as many are merely different manifestations of the one." "What is the one?" "Only those who know can be told." "What is the one?" Glen shouted, as he grew increasingly inpatient. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know," the silver man said as he and his earthen home disappeared into the air. Glen looked around in vain for the silver man, but he was gone. Glen was sullen, but he caught glimpse of a stone roadway that he had not seen before. It had been obstructed by the silver man's home. It seemed to continue from where the slate path began. Glen continued to unwind the reel of string as he moved down the road. It was desolate. Along the road way were nothing but fields of varying shades of orange and purple. He heard far of sounds of a thrush's call as he walked upon the brown stones. However, he could not see the bird. After a few minutes, he came upon a man walking down the road in a brown robe. The man looked at Glen's worried face and asked, "What can I do for you, child?" Glen told him his story. How once was a man and how he had come upon a silver man who had gone about this one, but would not tell him what it was. "If you seek what is the one. I can take you somewhere where you might find it." "If it wouldn't be a bother." "No. It wouldn't be a bother. I was going to the village myself. It's just over that hill," the brown robed man said as he pointed east. "Please, lead me," Glen answered. "I would be delighted. We don't get many like you know." "What do you mean?" Glen asked as he started to follow the man towards the hill. "I mean your type just doesn't get here. You type tends to get caught up in perceptions being real." "Well, how does that keep us away?" "If you believe a mirage is real and live it in it, you'll never get beyond." "But mirages are mind tricks on the eyes. You'd die if you were able to think they were real." "That's a mirage in one man's eyes, not the mirage that all men live in," the robed man countered. "You look like a man," Glen responded. "Yes, look like." "If you're not a man, what are you?" "I am but a simple friar on my way to a village just beyond this near hill, Dr. Wood." "You know my name too?" "I know all." "Oh, you do. Well, then, I would be remiss to not ask, how did the universe begin?" "It didn't." "Look everything has a beginning and an end." "That's true if only there was something called time." "So there's no time. Time doesn't exist." "Just because the concept exists in your world, doesn't mean it exist everywhere." "So what, you people here never die?" "Of course we die. But we come back. Energy is neither created nor destroyed," the friar answered as they reached the top of the hill. Glen stared down upon the small village. It was no more than 14 stone buildings surrounded by more fields. They made their way into the village that rested at the foot of the hill. Glen felt several of the townspeople watching him as he entered. "Good friar, we sense a stranger," a portly man said as he emerged from the largest building in the village. "Look at him. You know why he's here?" the friar responded. "Damn Crocks," the portly man shouted. He continued, "This is the 3rd time, we've had someone cross the wall and this happen. "Well, how many people have crossed the wall?" Glen asked. "Three," the portly man answered. "May I suggest a sign to stay away from slouched men?" Glen asked. "No. That wouldn't work. Those like you are too stupid to follow signs." "Well, how about having one of you guys there to warn those come through it?" Glen asked. "That's a do nothing job. Our unions aren't that good," the portly man answered. Glenn nodded and decided to ask, "Where are the other two that passed through?" "Gone home as the women that your people called muses for their beauty and ability to inspire lesser creatures." "Is that my fate?" Glen asked as he felt a chill in his bones. "No. You're to your people, nothing but a woman," the portly man declared. "Can I ever be a man again?" Glen inquired. "Of course," the friar interjected. "How can I do it?" "You just need to have your perception altered so others see as you as you were. And I would think you would want to have your perceptions of attractiveness changed as well." "Yes. Can any of you do it for me?" "Of course," the friar answered. "Well, then could you please do it? I promise I'll leave this world alone if you do." "This world?" The portly man asked. Glen stared back at him. "This is your world," the portly man continued. "But I passed through the wall?" "Yes, the wall that separates what your people do see and what your people don't see. You can go back across a man, but don't you want to see what's here before you return." "Well, I would, but I really want to be a..." "The muses choose to remain female in form. It was how they could best serve their fellow man." "How does being a woman better serve man?" "Well, women are art, men are...well lumps of clay," the portly man responded. Let me show you two your 'realities,'" the friar interjected as he put quotes around the word realties with his fingers. The friar waved his hand at the sky and moving images appeared. "What is this?" Glen asked. "This you at a Star Trek convention in 2002 dressed as Lieutenant Commander Data." "I remember that." "Of course, but in the 'reality' that exist now, you looked like this," the friar said as the picture changed. Glen cringed. The friar smiled and said, "Look at the look at delight on all of those greasy nerds faces as you stood their regally dressed as Seven of Nine." "Oh, my wife wouldn't like this," Glen responded. "Tell me that they did not take more inspiration in that, than any woman ever could have as you dressed as Data," the friar continued. "Well, I would think that the inspiration that they took would be in the bathroom after seeing that." "Indeed, they did. Let's watch." "No. No. That's all right. Please shut it off." "As you wish," the friar answered. "I don't think my wife would like what she saw there!" "Conversely, she, now he, found you quite fetching in your costume." "She was at the convention with me? She doesn't like that stuff." "Well, now she's your husband remember. Chicks don't like that kind of stuff, but some men do." "More's changed than I thought." "Now, having seen those nerds, do you see the power of the female?" "Well, I never didn't. I just don't want to be one." "Fine, then," the friar countered. "Why don't you just change yourself back then?" "I don't know how!" "Why? It's so simple." "Then tell me how!" "All you do is rip the fabric of perception and use your mind to twist how you are perceived." "Okay..." "Well, go on then," the friar said. Glen stared at him and rolled his eyes before he asked the friar, "Could you be a little more specific?" "Put yourself in the same mindset you had when you passed through the wall, then use your mind to reform yourself." Glen decided to try the friar's suggestion. Glen calmed himself down. After taking deep breaths and clearing his mind, he reached out and felt as if his hand had punched through a piece of paper. He opened his eyes and saw a glowing, gold aura around his body. He focused his mind on how he once appeared. As he did it, his body took the shape that it had been before his run in with the Crock. The changed excited Glen and the aura disappeared. The friar asked him, "Are you satisfied with the change?" Glen examined himself and nodded. Except for the portly man, all of the villagers returned to their daily work. Glen asked the portly man, "What's going on?" "Life. It's back to work. There's nothing left to see here with you. Given that, I bid you farewell, and I'll see you good friar in a few minutes in my study." "Of course, my liege," the friar answered. The friar then turned and looked at Glen and said, "If you leave for the wall now, you won't run into anyone." Glen nodded and followed his fishing string back to the wall. He took one last look on the Technicolor world before he passed through the wall once more. Glen immediately approached his wallet on the desk of his study. He opened it and stared at the license. It read just as he wanted it to. "Glen Wood," Glen said as he read his name. The wedding pictures in his study showed him and his wife. There was a picture of his daughter that he had taken when she was eight and kind with him and his wife. It was all back the way it was. 'What a story this will make, when I tell Charles,' Glen thought. His train of thought was disrupted by the ring of the telephone. He picked it up and answered, "Hello." "Glen." "Yes, dear," Glen answered to his wife's voice. "I need you to go to school. Angela got in trouble again." "What did she do?" "Oh, nothing. She told me that the other girls made it up again that she was picking on them." "You know, I really doubt that they..." "Listen, Glen. I know my daughter. She's a good, sweet girl. Don't you dare let them criticize our child!" "Right, dear," Glen responded, cowed by his wife once more. "So, I see you later, love." "Good bye, dear." "Goodbye." Glen hung up the phone and shook his head. He could never get his wife to take any criticism of his daughter seriously. In her eyes, Angela was still the sweet angel of her childhood and not the spoiled teen she had become. Glen himself was not sure just how bad she had gotten, but he knew she was not the kindest girl he had met. Glen thought to himself, 'Maybe I could find out.' He cleared his mind and reached out and felt his hand go through a paper like substance again. He imagined himself younger, a teenager. He then withdrew from that state and looked in his wallet again. He was 17 again, but with a different last name. He turned and looked at the pictures in his study and saw his wife standing in a wedding picture with a strange man. He saw a contemporary picture of his daughter with him. He realized that the strange man must have been the replacement father of him and his daughter. Glen quickly returned to his clear minded state and restored his normal appearance once more. He picked up his wallet and his keys and headed for his car. He drove down to Angela's school and entered the school house. He waited outside for the principal to see him. After 12 minutes, he was called into her office. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wood." "Good afternoon, Ms. Brennan." "I understand there's been a problem with my daughter." "Yes, I'm afraid so. She's been verbally abusing some of the girls at the school." "Oh." "She's calling them names to their faces and behind their backs." "Is this just with girls, or is this expanding to guys too?" "No. It's just with girls. She does other things with guys." "Like what?" Glen demanded to know. "Well, that's typical high school girl stuff. They compete for guy's attention. They don't want to alienate them." "Oh," Glen said with a hint of resignation. He knew that his daughter was older, and he would have to deal with those things, but he still hated it immensely. "Now, we don't want to suspend her. But we have given her detention for the week. It would really help us if you and your wife would have a talk with her and tell her it's not appropriate to spread rumors about others girls having abnormal anatomies." "Yes, that's definitely not something I condone." "Well, if you could please convey that to her, it would be..." "Don't worry, Ms. Brennan, I will. Thank you for your time," Glen said as he stood up. "Thank you for coming down, Mr. Wood. And have a good day." "You too," Glen said as he moved to exit her office. As Glen drove home, he tried to figure out a way to convince his wife that the other girls weren't lying. When she got home, Carol walked over and asked Glen what the principal said. Glen told her. Rather than getting angry with Angela, she responded, "Those brats." "You know they might be..." "Not my daughter. Not my Angela. She would never..." "But..." "You're going to defend those lying brats." "No..." "That's right, you're not. We are a family." Glen wanted to counter her position, but he also did not want to sleep on the couch that night. He relented. Carol would not push for the truth from Angela, and he was not going to do it without her. He knew there was one way to know for sure, but he went to bed that night not knowing whether he should. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Investigation The morning came and Glen threw himself out of his bed. His wife had already left work, and he heard Angela getting ready for school. Glen grabbed breakfast and watched his daughter rush out the door. He wondered if he should go through with his plan. He kept thinking back to the words of Dr. Zaius, "Don't look for it, Taylor. You may not like what you'll find." He was afraid he would find that he had helped create a bitch of daughter. That seemed worse to him than nuclear holocaust. As the seconds ticked on, the only thing worse for him it seemed was not knowing if it was true. Glen cleared his mind and took deep breaths. He reached out once more and imagined himself as younger. He envisioned himself as 17 year old girl, 5'5" the same height his daughter. He made himself look as much like her as he could without being an identical twin. He made her small nose a little broader and made her blonde hair a little darker. He kept her trim physique and B-cup breasts. He envisioned himself in a black t-shirt and bra, jeans that he remembered his daughter wearing, and white Nike sneakers and socks and panties. Glen opened his eyes and stared in front of him. He saw some hairs dangling over his face in his side vision. He nervously looked down at himself and saw that the pair of breasts protruding from his chest. He shuddered. 'Do I really want do this?' Glen thought as he spotted a pink, leather wallet. He looked inside and saw his new license. He was a 17 year old girl named, Glenda Miller. Glen tried to place the name and thought that he did. He walked towards a family picture and saw that his wife's new husband was who he thought it was. The replacement father was Lewis Miller an unmarried family friend. Glen checked a book bag by the door and realized it was his. In the front was his schedule. It mirrored his daughters. He knew his wife must have orchestrated it to get her daughters in the same classes, because Lewis was too laid back to try. Glen laughed as he realized that Lewis was probably just as whipped by his wife as he knew he was. Glen lifted the backpack and stared out the window at the pink, convertible VW bug in the driveway. "Oh, dear, God no! That can't be my car," Glen muttered out loud. Glen grabbed the only pair of keys that had a key chain with the name Glenda on it and knew from the Volkswagen key that the car was his. Glen swung his backpack onto his shoulders and headed for the car. Every time someone would drive up next to him as he drove, Glen would sink low embarrassment before remembering that he was a woman. Glen thought to himself, 'Driving a pink, VW bug doesn't' make you less of man when you're a teenage girl.' Glen parked in the student lot at the school and headed for the building. Glen walked to his first class and took his seat. He watched his daughter enter the room. Angela gave a quick look at him, but she did not pay much attention to his presence. The teacher opened the class by announcing his presence. "Class, I would like to announce that Glenda got the high mark on last weeks test. You can all learn from her." Glen slumped in his seat as the other students gazed at him. Outside of Glen's initial embarrassment, the first class passed without incident. As second period English began, Glen began to feel the urge to urinate. He got up and headed for the door. "Ms. Miller, where do you think you're going?" Glen heard the teacher say. Glen looked at the man oddly before he realized that he was really in high school. He could not just get up and leave the classroom. "Oh, I was planning on going to the bathroom," Glen finally responded. "Well, Ms. Miller, you are required to sign out of the class." "Well, can I go?" "Yes, take the bathroom pass at the end of the chalkboard." Glen grabbed the pass and headed for the bathroom. When he reached it, he realized that he was in over his head. He hovered over the toilet seat and tried to force himself to go. It took a few minutes, but he was able to figure out the mechanics. After washing up, he returned to class. "Ms. Miller, why were you gone so long?" The teacher asked. "I had difficulty finding the bathroom," Glen lied. "Well, I'll excuse that today given your record with me, but from now on you better get back here promptly or you won't be let out at all. You will not be given special treatment." "Yes, sir," Glen responded before he sat down. After that, Glen's day proceeded without incident until the second to last class of the day. He was surprised to see that the teacher was Ms. Adams. He had Ms. Adams as a teacher when he was in high school. He quickly realized that time had not changed her fiery temperament. After the class had begun, Angela tapped Glen on the shoulder. Glen turned and looked at her, and then he heard Ms. Adams scream, "No talking!" Glen quickly jerked his head forward. Angela then passed a note to him. The teacher saw the note and grabbed it off of Glen's desk. Glen cowered as Ms. Adams read the note. Ms. Adams' face turned red as she looked at Glen and Angela and shouted, "So you think that I'm a mean, fat turd?" Glen shook his head as Ms. Adams showed him the note that read, 'You are so right, Glenda. Ms. Adams is a mean, fat turd.' "Welcome to the back of the class, Ms. Miller. It's detention for both of you," Ms. Adams shouted in Glen's face. Ms. Adams then turned away from them and went back to teaching the class. The rest of Glen's school day passed without an incident. As he headed to the detention room, he ran into his daughter. She walked past the door, but did not enter. Glen stopped her and asked, "You're not going in?" "Of course not. It's like we're not even related. They can scare a little daddy's girl like you, but they don't scare me. I'd rather take a suspension for not going than sit in there for an hour." "Do you ever go?" Glen asked out of curiosity "No! I swear it's like we came from two different worlds," Angela responded before she walked away. Glen entered the detention room and looked at the other students as they filed in. Glen quickly realized that he was surrounded by men. Everyone in the room was a guy. "Look at the new meat!" Glen heard one say. "I'd lack to tap that ass," he heard another say. Glen turned and looked at the guy and said, "You know, I can hear you?" "Who cares?" The guy responded. The guy sitting next to Glen leaned over and said, "Hey, baby, do you want to get with a man who can last all night?" "Yes. Tell me if you find one," Glen responded. The guys around Glen laughed. The guy leaned in again and said, "That's fine. You can't handle me. You couldn't even get it in you." "Wow, it's that small." "I like this girl," another guy remarked. As Glen slumped in his seat, the teacher assigned to detention duty walked in. When he entered the room, everyone fell silent. Glen watched as the seconds ticked away on the clock. After what seemed like an eternity, detention ended. Glen quickly picked up his stuff and fled out the door. Before he reached the school's exit, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He turned and faced Angela. "What the hell are you still doing here?" Glen asked out of reflex. "Oh, thanks for the happy greeting, sis. I know that you're new to the whole don't do as they say crowd, so I just thought I'd invite you to this party at my friend's house as a way for us to celebrate your first detention." "Oh, how nice. Does she know you're doing it?" Glen asked with a hint of sarcasm that was not lost on Angela. "Of course. So will I see you there?" "Yes," Glen responded excitedly. Angela gave Glen directions to her friend's house before she said goodbye. As Angela walked away, Glen thought to himself, 'That was nice of her. Maybe she's just misunderstood.' Glen hung out in the guest bedroom of his home, which apparently had become his when he changed how others perceived him. The room was painted a pastel green and was adorned with pictures of pop stars and people he did not know. Glen noticed that Angela did not come home, but he still told Carol where he was planning to go. Carol told him to be careful, and she told him to try to convince Angela to leave the party early because it was a school night. Lewis came home, just about when Carol was putting dinner on the table. He walked in and kissed them both on the cheek. Glen was not sure which kiss bothered him more. He stewed as he ate while another man's arm was around his wife, but Glen knew it was only temporary. After Carol, Lewis and Glen finished sharing their family dinner, Glen walked to the party. Angela met him at the door and directed him inside. Glen stared around the room for a second. He looked at the various girls dancing with guys and other girls. He could also see some girls doing keg stands in a back room. Angela looked at two guys and said, "That's my sister. Show her a good time, boys." The guys nodded and approached Glen. They asked if he wanted to do a keg stand. He politely refused their offer. The two guys shrugged their shoulders and walked back over to Angela. A few minutes later, Angela walked over to Glen and handed him a drink. He thanked her and took a few sips. After a couple of minutes, Glen started to feel lightheaded. He fell onto the couch and stared around the room. The room started to look distorted and blurred. He wondered if his new young body had ever had a sip of alcohol before. He seemed to be such a light weight. A few minutes later, everything faded to black. He awoke a few hours later on his lawn beside his pocketbook. Glen looked down and saw that his clothes were unusually wrinkled. Something else felt different to him too. He unbuttoned his pants, and he realized that he was not wearing his panties anymore. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he rushed towards his front door. He opened it and hurried inside. He ran his hands along his vagina, but felt no bruising or cuts. Carol came down hearing a commotion and quickly realized that something was amiss. She asked, "What happened?" "I don't know. Angela gave me a drink, and then I blacked out." "Oh, God. Did she drug you?" "I think so." "Are you all right?" "I don't know. My panties are missing? She couldn't have? Could she have gotten one of them to?" "Oh, no. Hold on, baby. I'm going to get Angela." Carol banged on Angela's door and she came down to meet her mother and Glen. "What's going on?" Angela asked innocently. Carol told her what Glen had said. "Oh, mommy. She's just a light weight. She probably made it with some other drunk and is blaming me." Glen stared back intently at his daughter. He wanted to kill her for the first time in his life. Carol looked at her Angela. She seemed conflicted to Glen. "You're just going to let this go!" Glen shouted. "Don't get snippy with me, dear...I haven't...I don't...Let's get your father," she countered. A few minutes later, Carol remerged with Lewis. Carol explained what Glen and Angela had told her. Glen read the anger on his face as he looked at Angela, but he was unable to express it. He instead looked at his wife for validation to yell at her, but instead found disbelief on her face. Glen watched Lewis's eyes drop and knew that he too would do nothing. Finally, he snapped. "What is she going to do, kill somebody? And you're going to say she's misunderstood. I mean, she may have gotten me raped and you can't even discipline her. You can't even say it was wrong, let alone actually do something to prevent her from acting out again?" Carol closed her eyes and huffed and said, "Glenda, go to bed. We'll all feel better in the morning." "What?" Glen shouted. "Now, missy," Carol shouted in response. Aghast, Glen looked to Lewis and saw a defeated look on his face. Lewis eyes met Glen's and quickly fell to the floor. Glen shook his head and stormed up the stairs to the guest room. He heard footsteps and the door draw open. Angela stood there smugly in the doorway. She smiled and said, "You weren't raped, sister. Me and my friend just drugged you and stole your panties. I wish you could see your face, right now." Angela stepped out of the room and closed the door. Glen bit his lip and pulled at his hair. She was not as evil as he thought, but she was still plenty evil to do what she claimed she did. He was relieved to know that he was not raped, but was still furious. Glen stormed towards his bed and tried to figure out what he should do. However, the stress of the day had tired him, and he fell asleep quickly. As Glen awoke, he realized quickly where he was. He just as quickly remembered the night before. He headed for the shower and tried to plan what he should do. He paused before he disrobed. He calmed himself down and reached out and reformed himself into a man. He showered and ate and gave his daughter disapproving stares as she readied herself for the school day. She asked him why he was giving her those looks, but he was unable to explain given that the events of the night before had no longer happened in her mind. As she left, Glen decided to become Glenda once more and try to change other's perceptions of Angela. He returned his form to how it appeared the day before and once more drove to school in a pink VW bug. This time, Glen dressed himself in a short skirt and sandals. Glen thought that it would make him more likely to catch the eyes of the guys that surrounded Angela. He figured that if he turned them on her, maybe that perception towards Angela would continue after he returned to being her father. Glen kept his legs closely together throughout the first class, but he was unprepared for what would happen in the second class. The English teacher made the class sit in a circle. Glen realized that he was seated directly across from a number of teenage guys. Glen felt exposed every time he saw one them trying to look up his short skirt. Glen crossed his legs as tightly as he could to try to prevent them from sneaking a peek with their perverted eyes. As he walked out of the class, he heard one of the boys say in a loud voice, "Did you see those panties?" Glen tried to ignore it as he walked towards his next class. He caught a few girls giving him dirty looks as he walked passed them. He heard a few guys make remarks about him to. "Man, look at the skank," he heard one say to another. He heard one girl say, "I heard she'll have sex with anyone. Last night at Tina's, I heard Angela say that the new girl was sucking off five guys at once." By the time Glen reached his next class, his face was expressionless. He realized that the night before had come back into the others perceptions. Five guys walked past his desk and dropped their phone numbers on it. After the class ended, Glen headed towards his looker. As he opened it to exchange books, he caught a glimpse of a photo that someone had dropped into it. Glen was speechless as he saw his naked, female body in a Polaroid picture. Angela smiled as she looked at his speechless face. "Hey, Liz jizz. I can't believe what a total whore you were last night. All the guys loved you!" "I didn't do anything. I passed out." "You didn't pass out. Not until you finished having sex anyway." "Are you telling everyone I did something last night?" Glen asked as his eyes started to bulge out of his gaunt face. "Sis? Me? How could you dare accuse me, your precious sister, of that, you slut?" Angela responded with a smile before she walked away. At that moment, Glen abandoned his plan. He just pushed on with the rest of the day. Except for the occasional snicker, come on, and catcall, Glen's day progressed without incident until he was walking to the second to last class of the day. Before the class started, he heard Angela telling a boy to do something. He could not tell what though. As Glen approached his seat, the boy walked over to Glen and pulled up his skirt. Glen hurriedly pulled it down as a number of the guys and a few of the girls started to laugh. Glen scurried over to his seat as his face turned red. Glen turned and shot a disapproving look at Angela as she walked into the room. She snickered at him and said, "What are you going to do about it, you little bitch? I'm as flawless as you in Mommy's eyes, and Daddy's just her puppet." Glen shot back, "Shut up." Angela looked around and slapped him in the face. Before Glen could respond, the teacher walked in. As the laughter died down, the class began. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3: Course Correction Glen seethed for the rest of the day. He drove home and waited for his daughter's arrival. He wondered what he should do to get her back. Glen wondered if he should turn himself into a large woman, and kick her ass, but he knew the result might be erased once perceptions changed again. Glen pondered changing himself into his wife and seeing if she became him. If that happened, he could discipline Carol and stay a family. He knew there really was no talking to his wife. She was so reflexively in her daughter's corner that she would never believe a bad word about her. He figured becoming his wife was the only chance he had to save his daughter from their lax parenting. Glen decided to pass the time before her arrival, by working on the ancient texts some more. As he read them in his study, a strange thought arose in his head. 'Can I change perceptions of others?' Glen wondered. He looked at the brass lamp on his desk and cleared his mind and reached out and felt his hand go through the paper. The lamp glowed with a golden aura before his hand. He envisioned the lamp as silver and it was. He quickly made it brass again, and his excitement dissolved the aura as his mind drifted to his daughter. Glen exited his study and waited for his daughter to enter the home. He sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper as he waited her. Angela walked in a little past six and said, "Hi, Daddy. I've been out studying." "I'll, bet," Glen responded. "I was, daddy!" "Angela, can you come in here?" Glen asked. "What do you want?" Angela asked with a slight hint of irritation in her voice. "I got you a present!" Glen responded as he took out a small wrapped box. Angela took the box in her hand and looked at it. As she stared intently at it, Glen cleared his mind once more and reached out. The familiar golden aura appeared around Angela. She froze in the aura as he envisioned her as 12 year old girl once more. As she failed to become that girl, the aura disappeared. "Hey, daddy, can I watch the TV down here?" She asked as she unfroze and opened the box and took the necklace in her hands. "Have you finished your homework?" A disappointed Glen asked. "No." "Then, no." "You're no fun. Mommy's nicer than you." "Yes, she is, but I ain't Mommy!" She huffed and went off towards the stairs. Glen went to sit down at the kitchen table to ponder what he should when he heard the door open. He watched Carol walk trough the door. She entered the kitchen and kissed him. Glen promptly complained about their daughter's behavior and attitude. Carol tried to respond, "It's not that big of a..." "You can't let her get whatever she wants or she'll end up some spoiled little..." "Watch your language!" "I didn't say anything dirty!" Glen counted. "Oh, but she's a good..." "No, she's not. If you give somebody everything, they're going to expect everything," Glen shouted. Carol never heard that tone from her husband and she just let it go and started to walk away and said, "Angela, is a good girl." Glen started out of the room and looked back at her. He then turned and headed for the stairs so that he could go to his study to think. Meanwhile, Angela fondled through her father's study. She stared at the text he had translated and left on the table. She giggled as she read the fantastical writing and decided to test it. She saw the walls of perceptions open. She moved away from the texts and headed towards the swirling hole in the wall. As she heard her father moving in the hallway, she stepped through it to avoid having to hear one of his rambling speeches about why she did not respect him or his property. She looked upon the orange fields and saw a slouched man. She could not quite understand what she was seeing. She called out to the slouched man. He moved closer to her. "Hello, Angela," the Crock said. "How do you know my name?" "I know all. Everything is everything." "Where am I?" "Nowhere." "That can't..." "Quiet, dear, for father approaches. He seeks to change you, so you must change him." "What..." "Your father tried to make you young so he could correct your errors, you must save yourself and make him young." "Won't people..." "No one will know anything, except you, me and the others in the know." "Like my..." "You don't know the others." "Well, what do I have to..." "Put yourself in the same mindset you used to pass through the wall, and then use your mind to reform him when he enters." "But..." "Quiet! He enters." Glen passed through the inexplicably opened wall and saw his daughter. "What is wrong...," Glen started to mutter before he saw his daughter reach out. Glen froze. Angela stared at the aura around him and decided to make him into a young girl since that's what he wanted to do to her. She made him into a six year old girl, reminiscent of her. In her excitement at the change of her father's form, she let the aura dissipate. She smiled and pumped her fists at her success. Glen stared at himself and realized he had been changed. As she started towards him, he calmed himself down and put the aura around her. Angela froze. Glen remolded her into a cat. As he went to transform himself, he heard a voice over his shoulder. Glen turned and saw the silver man standing behind him. The silver man cast his hand down. Suddenly, Angela and Glen found themselves in cages. Glen's hands were chained to his body, which prevented him from reaching out. The Crock scurried away. The silver man restored Glen and Angela appearances to what they were when they crossed the through the wall. "How are you two?" The silver man asked with a smile as he sat in the grass. He crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on his knee as he awaited their responses. Glen and Angela both shook in the man's presence. "Since I've tired of you two entering this place, I've decided to show you something special. Angela, this your life," the silver man said as a large screen appeared. Angela stared at herself and watched herself act as she remembered. Glen watched intently as well. The silver man then spoke and said, "Here's your future." Angela grimaced as she saw the stout woman sitting on the couch. "There you are, divorced and unloved. Men only tolerated you when you were beautiful, but eventually you'll have nothing, but memories of your cruelty and former glories." The silver man then turned to Glen and said, "You partially created the cruel beast you try to tame and this will be her end. Misery will define her life." Angela started to cry. The silver man stared down at the sobbing girl and said, "Nothing is fated. You can change. If you want these images to never be how you're seen, then you must." Angela nodded her head. The silver man then turned to Glen and said, "It's up to you to keep her on the path she realizes she must follow now." Glen nodded and the cages around them disappeared. Angela hugged her father and held him as the Silver man looked down on them and said, "Now, go, or I'll shall not permit you to leave." They nodded and rushed towards the opening. The opening in the wall sealed behind them as they finished passing through it. They stared at each other as they stood next to each other in Glen's study. "I'm going to do my homework in the kitchen and write a few apology letters," Angela said in a daze before she exited the room. Glen sat at his desk and tried to comprehend how he would do as the silver man instructed. As he looked out his window and pondered the future, a silver bird landed on the tree branch that nearly reached the window of his study. It stared at him for a moment and then flew off.