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The Mindy Effect Patrick Loomis headed into the kitchen, still shaking off the effects of last nights sleep. Oh, he'd been up for a while; but, even with washing his face, combing his hair, and getting dressed, he was still slightly out of it. Fortunately for him he still had however long it would take him to eat breakfast to wake up some more. Short for his age, the high-school student was as disheveled as he was groggy. His brown hair was tussled and mussed even after his half- hearted comb-through and his green eyes were a tad blood-shot. A little stocky, his school uniform consisting of a white button up shirt, dark green slacks, a matching green tie, and a pair of scuffed dress shoes all being a size or two too big didn't help him convey a more "put- together" image. "Morning Grandpa," he said matter-of-factly to the elderly, white haired, bearded old man working a skillet on the stove. "Ahhhh...the creature awakens..." The old man chuckled as he smiled at Patrick. Several years retired, Harold Loomis had stepped in to raise Patrick after the young man's parents had perished in an unfortunate automobile accident. "I hope you're in the mood for eggs and bacon. I've decided to go with the classics today." Patrick returned his Grandfather's smile as he poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat at the table. There had been some highs and lows since he had moved in after the accident, but he genuinely loved the old man. "I'm always up for 'the classics,'" Patrick answered quickly; he didn't want to risk missing out on Grandpa's eggs! "So are we ready for another day of education and a broadening of your youthful mind?" Harold asked as he started to put the food on to a pair of plates. Patrick sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "As ready as I'll ever be I guess." His Grandfather chuckled as he put a plate before the sleepy young man. "That's not the kind of enthusiasm I was hoping for. You should enjoy these days while you can lad, they're here and gone before you know it." Patrick gave his Grandfather a disbelieving look. "Yeah...right." Never a social butterfly, Patrick just couldn't buy into his Grandfather's rosy view of halcyon days and the like. The old man talked like he should be on cloud nine all the time and out there "hanging out with chums". Patrick preferred to keep his head low and not draw too much attention. "Ahhh youth; just as they say it's wasted on the young." Patrick's Grandfather laughed as he began to eat his own breakfast. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile across the expanse of the small town Patrick and his Grandfather called home, the Taft household was having breakfast as well. Dr. and Mrs. Taft had done quite well for themselves and their house showed it. A large well kept home, it was full of fine furnishings and bespoke of wealth. The most prominent physician in the small town, Dr. Taft, was a good looking man in his early forties. Brown haired and fit, he kept a rather bushy moustache. As always, the good Doctor wore a suit and tie as he nibbled from a bagel, sipped from a cup of coffee, and browsed through the morning paper. Mrs. Taft, also in her forties, busied herself with some paperwork across the table from the Doctor. A successful realtor, classy, pretty blond was wearing a light blue pantsuit and a dark blue blouse. Still very pretty, she was almost as fastidious as her husband. The relative calm of the scene came to an abrupt end when Mindy Taft strutted into the kitchen. Blond like her mother, the high school senior was very pretty. Popular and queen bee of the school's social circles, her flirty attitude and stunning looks had made her the envy of the girls and the object of lust of the boys. Wearing the school uniform, Mindy looked very fetching in her ensemble. She wore the standard button up blouse and tie under a dark blue sweater. Mindy's swaying hips were clad in a very short plaid skirt. Not really up to the school's dress code in regards to length, she had relied on her ability to charm the school's principal Mr. Walton to allow her to "spice-up" her wardrobe. Shown off to good effect by the skirts near-scandalous length, Mindy proudly showed off her fantastic legs. Her final pieces of attire were a pair of dark blue knee socks, and a pair of also-against-dress-code black patent leather high heels. The stilettos were secured with two straps across the front. As Mindy walked along the kitchen floor the tall, narrow spikes clicked with a steady rhythm. "Morning Daddy...Mommy," she said with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "Good Morning Princess," the Doctor replied without looking up from his paper. "Hello Dear," Mrs. Taft added as she looked her daughter's outfit over. "I still think that look of yours is a tad risqu? young lady." Mindy looked at her mother impatiently. "If one has it, one must flaunt it Mother," Mindy responded icily as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Her mother made a little harrumph noise before returning to her paperwork. The relative quiet in the kitchen was shattered by the nearby beeping of a car horn. Mindy put her coffee down and looked out the window. "Oh, that's my ride. Got to get off to school." The lovely young woman slung her purse over her shoulder and walked out the door with her heels clicking. Doctor Taft spoke without looking up from his paper once more. "Have a good day angel." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Unbeknownst and unnoticed by anyone in the small town, in a quiet corner of the city park a strange purple mist began to gather. Increasing in volume and density, the violet cloud mushroomed out for a while before reaching its maximum. After a few minutes a gaunt haggard figure emerged from the mysterious vapor. Wearing ragged clothing and a long wild mane of hair and beard, a coughing crazy-eyed old man stepped out onto the grass without anyone noticing. As the stumbled forward, the purple cloud began to dissipate. Shambling along, the strange man began to mumble to himself as he looked around him. "Where...where....where...gotta grant one...gotta grant one..." he muttered to himself as he slowly began to walk from the park grounds. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Patrick took a deep breath as he climbed aboard the bus that would take him to school. He was not anxious to begin another day. "Morning Loomis," the smiling bus driver greeted him. Hank was a friendly sort; and, after taking Patrick to school for the past few years, had developed an easy-going rapport with the boy. The skinny little man looked to be in his late forties, with sharp angular features. As always, Hank wore a backwards-turned ball cap on his head. "Morning Hank. How's it going?" Patrick countered as he made his way back to his seat. "Same as always kid, same as always," Hank answered him. Patrick nodded politely to the few seated students he passed as he went to his usual seat. The lot of them were a tad younger than him, mostly being among the pre-driver's license ilk. Each of them wore uniforms like Patrick; ties, shirts, and pants for the boys, and ties, shirts, and skirts for the girls. After a quiet uneventful fifteen minute ride the bus finally pulled up in front of the school building. Patrick and his fellow passengers disembarked and trudged their way up the stairs and into the building before them. As Patrick walked by a not of the school's basketball players he noticed one of them gesture towards him. Quiet and intelligent, Patrick had long been a target for mockery. The group began to laugh as the one who pointed at him made a no-doubt-very-witty comment at Patrick's expense. Patrick let out a sigh and kept walking. As he headed into the building he saw Mindy Taft walk by with a group of her friends. As he watched the slightly older girl walk by, Patrick couldn't help but admire the girl's beauty; he was after all a normal red-blooded heterosexual kid. How could he not! He had to admit that the snobby young woman had one hell of a body. Patrick did his best not to stare at her fantastic legs as she strode by on her high heel pumps. As much as Patrick found Mindy physically attractive, he could barely tolerate the young woman's personality. She was the prototypical snob after all. Having been mocked a few times by the young woman and her friends, Patrick did his best not to let on that he found her just as "hot" as the rest of the guys. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction or feed her ego cult. Patrick's pondering came to an end as the first bell began to echo down the hallway. "Another day begins...oh joy..." he muttered with no conviction. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Several extremely boring classes later Patrick found himself walking down the hall headed toward his fourth period study hall. Lost in thought, he actually jumped a little when his friend Dane smacked him on his shoulder. "What's up Loomis?" The taller boy laughed as Patrick struggled to keep his books from falling. Despite the surprise Patrick smiled. Dane was actually one of the bright spots in his typical day. In the same grade as Patrick, the taller boy had taken a liking to him waaaaaaay back in elementary school and had taken it upon himself to shepherd him through their academic career. While he was just as smart as Patrick, Dane never had any of the social anxieties that plagued the shorter boy. Good looking and good-natured, Dane seemed to exist outside of the standard strata and cliques that existed in their high-school continuum. Wearing the same uniform as Patrick, Dane had managed to keep a little bit of his personality intact by wearing his hair a little longer and maintaining an ear ring. "Not a thing Dane. This has been yet another in a long string of monumentally boring days." Patrick slumped his shoulders. Dane smiled at the shorter boy. "Always so negative Loomis. Have I taught you nothing? If things are boring you should take it upon yourself to make them more exciting." Dane winked at a passing girl as he and Patrick turned and went into classroom the study hall was in. Patrick stopped to sharpen a pencil without really looking about the class. Balancing his books, he failed to notice that there were a great many more students in the small room than were usual. Turning around, he immediately picked up on the fact that there were absolutely no seats left to be had. Dane smirked and winked at him from a desk he had managed to snag. "Very funny..." Patrick muttered under his breath as he gave his friend a "up-yours" grin. From the front of the class, Mrs. Kimbel stood as straight and tall as her short, frumpy form would allow. "Settle people...settle. As you may have noticed we have a few more bodies in here today. Unfortunately Mr. Jenkins didn't make it in today, so we'll be giving his study hall as home as well." Turning and looking at Patrick with a frown, the short dour woman looked back and confirmed that there were no seats left. The bell having rung much earlier, Mindy Taft finally walked on into the class. Looking impatient as she did, she came to an abrupt stop as Mrs. Kimbel called to her from across the room. "Ahhhh...Little Miss Taft. So nice of you to join us. As you can see, space is at a premium." Mindy shrugged and looked at the long manicured nails on her left hand, apparently unconcerned. "So, where do I sit then?" Mrs. Kimbel gave her an annoyed look as she looked her and Patrick over. "Since we have no room in here you and Mr. Loomis will be spending the period in the library. I don't trust you young lady, but I know that he can manage to behave. The door is unlocked, both of you head on down there." Looking exasperated Mindy spun around on one of her high heels and left the room. Patrick looked at Dane, who gave him a thumbs up. Patrick shook his head as if to say, "big deal," and followed the pretty young woman out into the hall. Her heel clicks sending echoes down the hallway, Mindy lead the way as she and Patrick headed on into the library. Turning to give him an icy stare she nearly spat out, "Don't talk to me while we're here dork." Patrick gave her an equally withering stare before responding. "I'll try to survive without the benefit of your witty conversation." Each student sat at the far ends of the small library. Mindy at one end got out a nail file and immediately went to work on her nails. Patrick, for his part, got out his American History book and started catching up on his assigned reading. Fifteen minutes of relative silence passed as Patrick and Mindy did their best to ignore one another. Still a little tired after his rough start in the morning, Patrick actually found himself dozing a bit as he looked at his schoolbook's pages. He snapped out of his near-napping when he heard the door to the library creak open. As he and Mindy looked up, they were surprised to see a ragged bearded man wearing worn clothing shamble into the room. Mindy immediately wore a sickened expression on her face as she looked over the dirty fellow. Patrick broke the silence finally. "Uh, excuse me sir; should you be in the school? Are you lost?" A broad, nearly toothless smile sprang forth on the man's face as he looked at Patrick. "Nope...nope...nope...nope...nope. Not lost. Not lost. Where I need to be," he said in a halting, cracking voice. Too Mindy's horror the old man began walking toward her with the same creepy smile on his face. "Ahhh...there she is. The little Miss." Standing up and backing away almost immediately, the pretty young woman did nothing to hide her disgust. "I don't know who you are old man. I'll thank you to stay as far away, and out of smelling distance as possible." The old man smiled and started to fish for something in one of his dirty trouser's pockets. "Now let me see...where is the shiny...got to find your shiny..." Patrick was dumbstruck. He had absolutely no idea who the old man was or what was going on. He just stood there and looked at the old man and Mindy. After a bit the old man pulled what appeared to me a large coin out of his pocket. "There it is! Your shiny!" Mindy started walking past the man toward the door. "Keep it...you obviously need the money." Looking at Patrick she said, "You can stand here and talk to this freak...I'm getting out of here." The old man reached out and grabbed Mindy's hand as she passed by him, apparently attempting to place the coin in her hand. "Nope. Can't leave yet. I have to give you back your shiny. You gave it to me so long ago...now I'm returning it and giving you the customary three. Three...three...three...you get the customary three..." he said over and over again as he tried to place the coin in Mindy's hand. Looking absolutely horrified at being touched by him, Mindy smacked the old man's hands away from her, sending the coin flying across the room and onto the ground. Thrown by the action, the old man immediately spilled backwards and tumbled onto the floor. Giving her an annoyed look as she passed him towards the library door, Patrick said, "Nice...real nice. He's just some poor confused old man," as he picked up the coin and walked over to help the elderly fellow up. "Whatever. You deal with him. It takes a freak to deal with a freak," she said as she went to the door and pulled on the handle. Giving it a tug, she found it quite stuck. "Hey...it's locked!" Patrick looked at the coin as he walked over to the old man. It looked like an ordinary fifty cent piece, except for the three odd carved marks across the head's side. Leaning down he grabbed the old man's arm. "Here sir, let me help you up," he said, doing his best to ignore the stench. The old man flashed Patrick with a kindly smile. "Thank you sir...thank you. Wish I could give you something too... but the three is hers...the three is hers..." he mumbled as he climbed to his feet. "What the hell is going on?!?!? I can't open the door and there looks like there's some kind of weird fog out in the hallway..." Mindy shouted as she looked back to Patrick and the old man for answers. Leaving the old man for the moment, Patrick slipped the coin in his pocket and walked over to the door. Pulling the handle and finding it firmly shut, he leaned toward the window and looked out into the hallway. Just as Mindy said, there was a thick purple fog obscuring everything. Stalking over toward the old man on her high heeled feet, Mindy pointed a finger at him and gave him a demanding shout. "What is this...what is going on here you old freak?!?!" The old man just smiled. Patrick gave Mindy an annoyed look. "God but you're a jerk. It's obvious this guy is sick or something. Maybe if you stopped for a second and worried about someone other than yourself things would go a little smoother for you." Patrick was rapidly losing his patience with the spoiled older girl. "I don't worry about people that don't have anything to do with me...especially weirdoes. If you're all for helping him go ahead. Just be sure and figure out how he locked the door." Mindy paced back and forth, her long legs stepping to the left and right as she stomped around impatiently. "Nice attitude. We'd go real far as a species if more of us were like you," Patrick said as he walked and grabbed the old man to steady him. Angry and not real sensible, Mindy sputtered as she folder her arms across her ample chest. "Ha!....we would be better off. I WISH that everyone was more like me...we'd be better off...you'd see..." As she finished speaking the old man clapped his hands and laughed loudly. "The first...the first....the first!!!" In the next instant Patrick's vision was overwhelmed by a bright purple flash. Blinded for a few seconds, his eyes fluttered as he slowly regained his sight. To his shock the old man had vanished into thin air. "What the hell was that!?!? Where did that freak go?!?!?" Mindy screeched. Patrick looked around, but could find no sign of the old man in the library. "I don't know...that was....odd." "I've had it with this..." Mindy stalked over and pulled on the door once more; nearly falling when surprisingly it opened immediately and threw her off balance. Patrick caught her and steadied her on her heels. Looking more annoyed than grateful she stood up and looked out into the hallway. "That weird fog is gone too." "Yeah...well. That was certainly odd." Patrick scratched his chin as he looked out into the hallway. "Yeah...odd. I'm going to go tell that old bat Kimbel about this." Her heels clicking on the floors of the hall as she went, Mindy headed down toward the study hall they had left earlier. Patrick sighed and went back into the library to gather up his books. Heading back into the hall to follow Mindy he found the girl standing in apparent shock outside of the closed door of the study hall. Coming up behind her and looking inside through the glass window he asked her, "Uh, what are you doing out here...what's the..." his voice trailed off as he looked into the room. All of the students they had left behind when they went to the library were still there; looking at books, doodling in notepads, and generally wasting away the class period; with one utterly bizarre difference. Each and every one, boys, girls, all of them...had had their own original, normal, everyday bodies replaced with what appeared to be an duplicate of Mindy's! Before Patrick's shocked unbelieving eyes all of them continued on as if nothing were different. Leaning in and looking with eyes wide, Patrick took in the odd sight before him. Each student's head looked as they had always looked; but now, just below it, where normally their necks would have met them, they seamlessly blended into a narrow graceful neck that looked just like Mindy's! Patrick dropped his books as he looked at Dane. His friend's smiling face looked just as it always had as the boy looked down at a notebook before him. Now, however, Dane's head sat perched atop what was unmistakably a duplicate of Mindy's body. He had new narrow shoulders, clad in the same blouse and sweater, the new thin arms, the bulge of a pair of pert sexy breasts; and, most horrifying of all, the long, lovely legs emerging from a short skirt before ending, just as her's did, in the dark knee socks and high heels. Looking back at the other students Patrick was horrified to confirm that each of them had a brand-spanking-new Mindy-body as well. Turning to look at her, Patrick found Mindy's jaw hanging wide. She seemed completely lost as to how to react. Finally he whispered to her, "You see this too, right?" Closing her mouth she turned to look at him, obviously dumbstruck. "Yes...I...I...see it too..." she whispered back. Coming up beside him for a better look she grabbed Patrick's arm and peeked in as well. "They...they all look like me, don't they?" Patrick took a deep breath before answering her. "Yeah. I don't know how, or why, but they do." Before the two could say another word the classroom's door flew open. An angry looking Mrs. Kimbel stomped out, a pair of heels just like Mindy's on the feet of a body identical in all appearances to Mindy's clicking as she did on the floor. With her new body's height, the formerly short woman looked Mindy and Patrick eye to eye. "Just what are you two doing out here?!?!? I told you to stay in the library!" Mindy squeezed Patrick's arm, apparently lost for words. Patrick looked from her to Mrs. Kimbel before finally managing to answer. "Uh...we...that is...we...something weird happened." Looking back and forth between Mindy and Mrs. Kimbel, Patrick couldn't tell any difference between them beneath the neck; save for Mrs. Kimbel's angry foot apart arms crossed stance. "Well...what happened?!?" Mrs. Kimbel asked impatiently. Patrick cocked his head in confusion. "Um, Mrs. Kimbel...are you feeling okay? I mean, is everything...normal?" he asked. The woman gave him an impatient stare. "I feel fine. Just fine. Except for having to deal with the two of you. Both of you, to the principal's office NOW!" she said as she pointed a finger identical to Mindy's down the hall. Patrick and Mind walked slowly down the hallway toward the principal's office. "How in the hell did this happen?!?! Did that old man do this?!?!" Patrick shrugged his shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine...I'm completely lost. One things for sure, none of them seem to have noticed anything." Looking into the other classrooms, Patrick was shocked to see each one was just like the study hall; everyone in the school seemed to have had their body replaced with a duplicate of Mindy's. "My God...it's all of them..." Mindy looked into one of the classrooms and saw Mr. Chesterton, a balding bespectacled English teacher pointing to something written on the chalkboard. His middle-aged male head now sat on the shoulders of a body just like her own; short skirt, long legs, and all. Hugging her arms close as she continued walking Mindy began to mumble to herself. "This can't be real...this can't be...it's got to be a nightmare... how can they all be....me?" she asked pitifully. Patrick shrugged. "How should I know?" Mindy looked Patrick over. "You're normal though. You're still you." "Yeah..." Patrick said gratefully. As the two teens entered the principal's office they found no normalcy to comfort them. The secretary, the normally very tall, curly haired Mrs. Davis, was putting files away in a cabinet. The normally tall, rail thin woman was just as tall as Mindy; now having a body below her head identical to the beautiful teen. Bending forward to put a file in one of the lower drawers, her new short skirt rode up showing a pair of panties identical to Mindy's covering a cute little rear also identical to Mindy's. Standing up and looking over a pair of glasses on her nose, Mrs. Davis inspected Patrick and Mindy. "Mindy dear, what are you doing here? And Mr. Loomis, you're not a troublemaker either?" Mindy seemed at a loss as she looked over a body standing before her that was, for all intents and purposes herself. Patrick finally broke the awkward silence. "Oh, uh, Mrs. Kimbel seems to be in a bad mood." Mrs. Davis smiled. "Ahhhh, the tiny terror is at it again, eh? Take a seat over there kids," she said, pointing one of her new Mindy fingers to a row of seats against the wall. Patrick leaned in and whispered to Mindy, "Did you hear that? 'Tiny terror'...she still thinks of her as she was before. They must be completely unaware of this!" Mindy nodded solemnly. The two teens went over and sat down. Toward the end of the row of chairs, Bobbie Morton sat. Bobbie, a tough angry kid with a crooked nose and black stringy hair was always in the office for causing some kind of trouble. Incredibly, just like everyone else they had seen so far, Bobbie had had his body replaced below the head with an exact duplicate of Mindy's. Both of them still in a state of shock, Patrick and Mindy couldn't help but stare at the trouble young man in wide-eyed wonder. For his part, Bobbie sat there like he would normally have; leaning back with his arms across the backs of two of the chairs, his new breasts thrust out. Despite his new female anatomy Bobbie sat there with his legs spread, heels clicking as he shifted his feet on the floor; his new panties and smooth sex exposed by his now riding up skirt. Looking over at the staring Patrick and Mindy, he snarled, "What are you two looking at!" The pair sat back and looked straight ahead. "Uh, nothing...nothing," Patrick quickly responded. After a bit of silence Patrick leaned toward Mindy and whispered, "Have you noticed...all of their heads seem in proportion to...well...to you. It's like their heads re-sized to fit having your body." "This is just so...so....God..." Mindy muttered in response. Before too long Mindy shot to her feet and looked at Patrick. "I can't...I can't...I...this is too much..." She began to tear up as she ran from the room. Ignoring Mrs. Davis calling behind him Patrick rushed down the hallway after her, easily able to catch her as she was encumbered by her stiletto heels. "Mindy wait...wait for me!" Turning to Patrick with tears in her eyes, Mindy looked utterly lost. "I don't know what to do...why are they all me?!?!" Patrick grabbed one of her hands. "I don't know. Don't freak out. You're not alone...I can see all of this too. Don't worry...we'll figure it out," he said while trying to be as comforting as possible. Fighting back her tears and snorting a little bit the upset young woman finally regained her composure. "Okay...okay. Let's figure this out." Patrick gave her a smile. Looking down the stairs and out the door, his smile faded. Mindy looked to where he was looking and was shocked to see the same thing. A mailman, wearing a postal ball cap with a mail bag slung over his shoulder, walked down the sidewalk, completely oblivious to the fact that his original body had been replaced by one identical to Mindy's. He happily whistled as he trotted along on his new high heeled feet. "It's not just the school..." Patrick said in horror. Turning to Mindy and grabbing her arms he looked her in the eye. "Do you have a car?" Snapping out of her shock she said, "No...no...I rode with friends today...why?" "I have to get home...I have to see if..." Patrick said more to himself than her. "Wait! Don't leave me! You're the only other one who knows!" Mind nearly screamed as she followed after him. After leaving the school Patrick single-mindedly rushed down the street leading to home. He nearly jogged as he headed down the sidewalk. After a little while he heard Mindy yelling to him from behind. "Wait for me! Patrick! Wait please! It's hard to keep up in my heels!" Patrick exhaled impatiently. "Right...right...sorry. I'm just worried this...this...thing has hit home too." At a slightly slower pace to accommodate Mindy's high heels, the two teens continued to walk toward Patrick's neighborhood and home. As they traveled along, they were greeted by the sight of more and more people with Mindy-bodies. At a gas station a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties stood pumping her gas, a high-heeled foot tapping as she stood there dressed in a uniform like Mindy's. A utility worker, hard-hat still on his five o'clock shadowed face, had climbed up a telephone pole. He looked very determined and nonplussed despite now having a sexy teenage girl's body complete with schoolgirl uniform attached to his head. Walking along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road, Patrick spotted a young mother, her smiling head sporting a body identical to the one Mindy had. Even more horrifyingly, she was pushing a stroller; a stroller containing a giggling baby who now had a body identical to Mindy's just like his mother. "My God..." Patrick whispered to himself. Mindy followed him, her eyes on the baby and mother as well. "The baby's head is in proportion...how is all of this happening?" Patrick asked, not really expecting Mindy to be able to answer. As they continued walking Patrick could see the baby laughing and looking up at the high heeled feet he was kicking out in front of him with. Finally Patrick and Mindy arrived at his house. Rushing up the driveway Patrick rushed, in, Mindy right behind him. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Where are you Grandpa!" Patrick called desperately. To Patrick's horror, his Grandfather walked out into the living room. "What on Earth are you doing home from school?" his Grandfather asked with genuine concern on his bearded face. "Oh no...not him too!" Patrick was on the verge of tears himself. His Grandfathers wizened white haired head now sat securely on the neck of a body identical to the pretty young woman who had rushed to the house alongside him. His Grandpa had a Mindy-body as well. "God...this keeps getting worse and worse..." Mindy muttered behind Patrick. "Why don't they see what's happened to them?!?!?" "I don't know...it's like they don't even realize..." Patrick whispered back to him. Patrick's Grandfather walked forward on his new high heeled feet. "Patrick...what are you so upset about, and who is your pretty friend?" he asked looking between Patrick and Mindy. "This is so frustrating..." Mindy sighed, "I WISH that they all new that something was wrong too." Patrick's eyes went purple again, just as they had when the old man had been in the library. After a few seconds his vision returned. Mindy came up behind him and grabbed his arm. "It happened again...did you feel that?" Looking her in the eyes he said, "Yeah...it was that same weird purple light." The pair's conversation was immediately interrupted by Patrick's Grandfather's surprised shouting. "Good God!!! What has happened to me!!!" Patrick and Mindy turned to look at his Grandfather; who now stood before him in utter horror and disbelief. His eyes wide, the old man gazed down at the sexy young female body he now found his head attached to. Before either teen could answer him, a series of shouts and screeching tires drew their attention outside. Walking toward the front door they could see a pair of parked cars in the middle of the road. A young black man stood outside of his still open car door, looking down in complete terror at the young white woman's body he now had. Beside the other vehicle a middle aged Asian woman with her hair in a bun stood looking at her own transformed body. All around town, everyone suddenly realized their heads were now attached to a body not their own. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Several minutes later Patrick, his Grandfather, and Mindy rode in Patrick's Grandfather's car as the old man guided them towards the town's hospital. "I don't really know what's going on here kids...but I think I am definitely in need of medical attention...or...something..." The old man trailed off as he steered the car, desperately trying not to look down at the breasts he felt on his chest, or the feel of the fabric of the skirt on his soft new thighs. Patrick had wanted to try and tell his Grandpa what all had happened; but the old man was so panicked that he and Mindy had just gone along with him as he rushed to his car while teetering on his new heels. He would've been worried that the old man were in danger of a heart attack, if he wasn't sure that he had a much younger heart than before! As the trio traveled, Patrick and Mindy watched the chaos that had overtaken their small hometown. All along their route, people had stopped where they were and gotten out to look in horror at their altered anatomies. They saw townsfolk of all ages and sexes standing around in abject panic as they reacted to finding their bodies replaced beneath their very heads. Mindy began to tear up again as she started whispering to herself. "There all me...there all just like me..." Concerned Patrick reached over and took the fearful older girl's hand; doing his best to give her a comforting squeeze. Grateful for the effort, Mindy whispered, "Thank you," to him. "I can't believe this...it's everyone..." Patrick's Grandfather said from the front seat. Finally, after weaving through all of the chaos on the streets, Patrick's Grandfather pulled his car into the Hospital's parking lot. As the three people walked toward the front entrance, they were greeted with a dreadful sight. Apparently quite a few of the altered townspeople had had the same thought as Patrick's Grandfather. A large throng of people, all of them with bodies identical too, and wearing the same clothing as Mindy, were gathered at the front doors. They were all in various states of panic, crying and anger. A few women, apparently nurses judging by their white hats, stood toward the front trying to calm everyone down. Each nurse had a body just like Mindy's too. "We're never going to get through that," Patrick said dejectedly. "Come on, my Dad works here. We'll go in through one of the side entrances." Mindy led Patrick and his Grandfather around the side of the building. Entering what appeared to be a hospital employees door, the three walked down a hallway; Mindy leading the way. The sound of Mindy and Grandpa's high heels echoed as the moved along with a rhythm Patrick was getting all too used to. As they walked along they looked in various hospital rooms. In one an elderly woman stood up beside her bed, her wrinkled head now perched on a Mindy-body like every one else. She danced around on her new stilettos. "I haven't walked in ages! New legs! Pretty new legs!" she sang as she hopped around. In another, an angry man with his head attached to a Mindy-body as well stood with his hands wrapped around the neck of a frightened looking Indian man; apparently a Doctor, who had a body exactly like his. "I was just in here for tests damn it! What have you done to me!?!?!?" As the three continued walking, a concerned looking mustached man rushed across the way ahead of them on his new Mindy-legs. "Daddy!!! Daddy!!!" Mindy called as she scampered down to the man with the mustache. Embracing her now equally tall Father, Mindy cried as she looked at the man. "Oh Daddy...I'm so scared...it's all so insane!" Patrick and his Grandfather joined the Father and Daughter as Dr. Taft looked over his daughter. "Sweetie! Do you have any idea what is going on? It's been a madhouse around here...I was in my office with my feet propped up on my desk when all of the sudden there was a bright purple flash. The next thing I knew my body had been replaced with....this!" he shouted while gesturing to the pretty female form beneath him. Mindy looked down at her Father's new breasts sadly; breasts that looked exactly like her own. "Oh Daddy...you too...." Tears streamed down her face. Dr. Tate grabbed his daughter by the arms and looked her in the eyes. "Mindy...am I crazy...my body...all of the others...this is you, isn't it!?!?!" Mindy broke down as she buried her face in her Father's shoulder, not really comforted to find it small and soft like her own and not burly and comforting like the one he should have had. "It is...it's my body Daddy...you're all just like me now!" Dr. Taft did his best to comfort his daughter, despite having to hug her with much smaller dainty arms. Finally looking to Patrick and his Grandpa, Dr. Taft's eyes went wide upon seeing the young man. "You've got your own body!!!!" Patrick rubbed his neck sheepishly as the older man looked him over. "Uh...yeah. I'm still me. So far I'm the only one we've run in to." "Yeah...you're the first one I've encountered so far who's unaltered." Looking between the three others, Dr. Tate finally asked, "Do any of you have any idea what so ever what is going on here!?!?!?!" Mindy and Patrick looked at each other as an awkward silence descended upon the hall. Finally, Patrick's Grandfather spoke. "Son, obviously you two have a clue...you came looking for me after all...and, well, it is the young lady's body that everyone seems to be...well...afflicted with." Mindy sighed and looked at her Father. "We were in school today...in the library. A weird old man came in and started talking to me. He was babbling on and on...and we were locked in the room." Patrick interjected. "We really didn't understand what he was talking about. He seemed to know Mindy...tried to give her this..." Patrick pulled the fifty cent piece the old man had given him earlier. Holding it out in his hand all four looked at it. "The next thing we knew a weird purple light flashed everywhere and everyone had their body changed to look like Mindy's from the neck down." Dr. Taft spoke up. "What did this old man say exactly?" As Mindy started to rattle off the odd gibberish the old man had said to them, Patrick looked at the coin. "Three...customary three he said..." Patrick noticed that the three carved hash marks had been reduced to one. Only one crude groove remained. Patrick interrupted Mindy. "Mindy, have you ever thrown a fifty cent piece in a wishing well...or anything like that?" Mindy looked confused for a moment. Looking down the hall as she thought to herself for a bit she finally looked to Patrick and answered. "Well...yeah...I think I remember tossing a fifty cent piece into a fountain while we were on a family vacation...God that was a long time ago...I must have been...Oh my God..." she said as she put two and two together. "He said he was returning it to you. He said you were going to get the customary three...." Patrick said as he looked at Mindy. "The coin had three marks on it...now it has one...". Mindy gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands. "I said I WISHED everyone was like me in the library..." she said in horror. "And then you said you wished everyone knew what was going on when we got to my house and ran into Grandpa," Patrick added. "I've got to..." Before she could add anything further Mindy was cut off by someone yelling from down the hallway. Turning to look the four people could see a large crowd of people, all of them with Mindy-bodies standing there. A man, apparently a biker with a dew rag and a dark beard pointed down the hall to Patrick with one of his new manicured fingers. "Hey!!! That kid is normal! He's got his own body! I'll bet he had something to do with changing us!" Someone else screamed, "Get Him!!! Make him give us our bodies back!" as the group, all of their high heels clicking, came running down the hall toward Patrick. Despite Mindy, her Father, and his Grandfather's protests the mob seized Patrick and hoisted him up with their dainty new hands. Patrick struggled with all his might to break free, but there were just too many of them. Dropping the coin, he flailed about as all of them pulled at him. Falling to her knees with tears running down her cheeks, Mindy picked up the coin and looked at the mark on it's surface. Fearful for Patrick's safety and not thinking, she shouted out, "I wish everyone would calm down and try to understand!!!" The mob froze for a moment after the young woman's shout. Finally Dr. Tate spoke. "People...people. This boy isn't responsible. We don't really know what's going on. Please calm down. Let's deal with this situation rationally." The mob lowered Patrick to the ground; many of them wearing looks of shame as they did their best to calm down. Patrick walked over and crouched next to the kneeling Mindy. "That was your last wish...you...you should have wished for everything to be back to normal." Mindy looked at Patrick sadly. "I know...I...I was just scared for you...I didn't think it through...I just reacted..." she whispered as she broke down into tears. A sad look on his face, Patrick put his hand on her shoulder and did his best to comfort her. As the mob walked back toward the Emergency room's main lobby, Dr. Taft and Patrick's Grandfather walked over to the upset teens. "Come on kids. Everything's settled for now. Let's go to one of the examination room... I'll take a look and see if I can find any answers for this... phenomenon medically." Patrick's Grandfather chimed in, "Yeah...come on kids. I'm sure we'll find some way to fix this. Cheer up. I feel very calm all of the sudden...much better as a matter of fact. Let's see if we can figure this all out," the bearded old man said with a wink as he snapped two of his delicate new fingers together. Patrick and Mindy followed the two Mindy-bodied men down the hall, each of them looking sadly at the now unmarked coin in the sad girl's hand. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To Be Continued...