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The Mindy Effect: Part Two
Patrick Loomis and Mindy Taft sat quietly in Dr. Taft's office at the
hospital. The two teens had sunk into an awkward, interminable silence
after the latest odd events in what had turned out to be the most
bizarre day they had either ever experienced in their young lives.
Still holding the fifty cent piece that had suddenly become so
significant to the days events, Mindy finally broke the still. "Is that
it? Are they all going to stuck like this forever?"
Patrick sat silently for a bit. Finally, hitting the table he spoke up
with a passion that surprised Mindy. "No! It can't be. I don't care what
kind of weird magic, or wishes, or what ever the hell is causing this
does; we can't just give up! We'll figure out what's going on and fix
it. Somehow that old man granted three wishes for you; we'll just find a
way to get another one to set things right."
Despite her own bleak feelings Mindy smiled. Patrick's determination
perked her up. "I guess we have to try." She did her best to give him a
smile.
Patrick laughed. "Who would have thought; three wishes!?!?! It seems so
clich?...how the hell did we miss it for so long?!?!" Patrick shook his
head. "Where did you say you tossed that coin in?"
Mindy's brow furrowed as she dug deep into her memory. "I think I
remember tossing it in a fountain at a park in Washington D.C...." She
closed her eyes as she considered past events. "It must have been...
ahhhh... God, at least seven or eight years ago. I was just a little
girl."
"Do you remember actually wishing for something when you did?" Patrick
asked.
Mindy shook her head. "No. I couldn't think of anything. I just remember
wishing for a wish. The only reason I remember it is because my mother
made a big deal about throwing a fifty cent piece in." Mindy smirked.
"She felt that was waaaaay too much to waste on some as silly as
wishing." Mindy frowned. "I wish I'd listened to her...I wish I had
never gotten any wishes granted."
Patrick tried to reassure her. "Don't blame yourself. I mean, for God's
sake who could ever imagine they would have to worry about their wishes
being granted!?!?! If we had to worry about whatever we said during the
course of the day becoming the basis for something...something like all
of this we'd be in a world of hurt!"
Mindy smiled at Patrick. "Yeah...I guess you're right. Listen...about
how I treated you this morning...God, about how I've treated you since
I've known you...I just want to say how sorry I..."
Patrick cut her off. "Don't worry about it. We've got bigger problems
than whether or not one or the both of us acted like jerks or were rude
or something. As far as I'm concerned it's all in the past. You're just
as worried about fixing things as I am and that makes you okay in my
book."
Mindy smiled at Patrick. "Thanks."
Patrick looked thoughtful. "The question is, should we tell anyone
everything we know...or should we keep this 'wish' stuff to
ourselves...I think your Dad and my Grandpa only picked up bits and
pieces while we were talking in the hallway."
"Normally I would worry about whether or not they'd believe us, but,
considering that everyone in town seems to have had their bodies
replaced with exact copies of mine I don't think they'll take a lot of
convincing. Magic just became a lot more believable," Mindy said with a
sad smile on her face. "The only thing that concerns me is blame...you
saw how those people reacted when they saw you...they were real quick to
point fingers."
Mindy leaned back in her chair and crossed her pretty legs. Patrick did
his best not to be distracted by it. "Uh, yeah. At least your last wish
seems to have made everyone more calm...manageable. They listened to
your father right afterwards."
"'Calm down and try to understand,' I wonder how that wish will play
out...do you think it will last?" Mindy asked; she could kick herself
for not just willing everyone to have their own bodies again.
"I don't know...I hope so. We'll just have to wait and see," Patrick
responded. "I think you're right about anger and blame though, we should
keep the fact that any of this was the result of misspoken wishes to
ourselves. We'll just tell them that that weird old man did it. Maybe
your dad can help us look for him out there. He was just here in town
this morning after all, he has to be nearby!"
Mindy scratched her chin. "Yeah...he has to be...if we can find that guy
we can see if we can make another wish...or just undo the ones I've
made."
The pairs conversation was interrupted by the door to the office
opening. Heels identical to the ones on Mindy's feet clicking as they
walked in on equally identical legs, Dr. Taft and Patrick's Grandfather
walked into the room. Despite seeing it all day, Patrick couldn't get
over the shock of seeing the effect of Mindy's mistaken wishes.
Dr. Taft, his handsome mustached head incongruently grafted onto a sexy
teenage girl's body identical to Mindy's, was still clad in a school
uniform like hers. He looked at a clipboard he held in a pair of dainty
manicured hands, a stethoscope hanging around his new graceful neck.
Behind him Patrick's Grandpa Harold followed; his bearded, aged head
attached to a body just like the Dr. and his daughter's. Apparently just
having been examined by the good Doctor Patrick's Grandfather was in
the process of buttoning up his new white blouse, having removed his new
sweater and tie during the exam. He held the sweater and tie under a
lithe new arm as he used thin fingers to close the buttons.
"Well, upon examination the elder Mr. Loomis is just as thoroughly
altered as everyone else I've looked at after today's...unpleasantness,"
Dr. Taft informed the teens. "His head seems to have diminished in size,
making it proportionate to a new body; it's seamlessly connected to the
neck of said body, a body identical to Mindy's in every way, save for
being inexplicably fused to his cranium. Just like me I might add."
Patrick's Grandfather chuckled despite the oddity of it all. "I've even
got her appendix scar."
"We all do Mr. Loomis, we all do," Dr. Taft added. "All I know is that
nothing in my career, education, or wildest imagining can possible
explain this...phenomenon."
Patrick's Grandfather began putting his new tie back on. "I heard a
nurse call it, 'The Mindy Effect.'"
Mindy's face contorted into a sour expression. "That's cute."
Dr. Taft looked at the two teens. "Tell me about this old man you
encountered earlier again...maybe we can figure this out."
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Patrick and Mindy recounted the events of the day for the two men,
giving them all of the details they could remember EXCEPT the fact that
the events had been triggered by Mindy's misspoken wishes.
After a rather lengthy question and answer period, Dr. Taft finally
leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, clipboard still in hand, and
new sexy legs crossed. "Well...the only thing that is clear to me is
that that odd old man you two encountered is the key to all of this.
It's the only explanation possible...as improbable as it seems."
Patrick stood up. "Yeah...he's the key. We have got to find him!"
Dr. Taft looked among the three. "I'm going to head down to city hall.
I'm supposed to meet with the mayor, fire and police chiefs to give
them my medical assessment. They're all scrambling to deal with
this...this..." he chuckled with now genuine humor, "Mindy Effect. I'll
go there and fill them in on all of what you've told me. Hopefully they
can organize a search and find this guy."
Mindy stood up as well, suddenly looking a little hopeful. "Do you think
they can Daddy!?!?!"
Dr. Taft did his best to give his daughter a reassuring grin. "I'm sure
they can...if he's as aged as you two described and on foot he can't
have gotten far."
"I hope so. Lord knows you're a very pretty girl Miss, but I would
rather appreciate the view from a bit farther away," Patrick's
Grandfather added, causing the three others to chuckle a bit despite
their concern.
"Well, with the reaction of that group earlier, I would prefer it if you
two stay out of sight for now," Dr. Taft said as he pointed to Mindy and
Patrick. "It's after dark now so you three should be able to get to Mr.
Loomis's car without drawing any attention. Princess, you have them
drive you to our house. Once you get there wait for me."
Mindy walked forward and hugged her now equally tall Father. "We will...
good luck Daddy."
Dr. Taft gave his daughter a peck on her cheek and left the room.
Luckily, Patrick, Mindy, and his Grandfather didn't have any problem
making their way out of the building and into the parking lot. The three
stayed as quiet as possible as they crept toward the car, per Dr.
Taft's instructions. Although the sounds of his Grandfather and Mindy's
high heels on the pavement were louder than Patrick cared for.
Even after dark the three could see that the entrance to the hospital
was mobbed. Groups of people, all of them with bodies identical to
Mindy's, stood milling about; no doubt desperately waiting for answers.
"They seem a lot calmer than earlier."
"I wonder if the last...uh..." Mindy paused and looked at Patrick's
Grandfather before continuing, "stuff...I said had something to do with
it."
Patrick nodded as he looked at the much more subdued, if still upset and
worried looking people. "They do look like they're trying to
'understand'."
Harold started the car, working the steering wheel with his new, lithe
arms, and the brake and gas with his equally new high heeled feet. "Good
luck with that. If they figure out some way to understand I hope they
give me a clue as well."
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After the drive across town, Mindy directed Harold to turn down the
avenue her home was on. Mercifully with darkness and the passages of
hours the trio hadn't been forced to see other townsfolk reacting to the
"Mindy Effect" along the way. The streets were eerily quiet; almost
deserted. Patrick found himself wondering if the commotion had come to
an end when Mindy made her third wish, for everyone to "calm down and
try to understand."
Harold whistled as he pulled his car into the drive. "Nice house you got
there Miss. The Doctor seems to have done well for himself."
Mindy blushed a bit. "Uh, yeah...we've been lucky I guess."
The front door opened as the three walked up to it, revealing Mindy's
Mother, her middle-aged pretty head now resting atop a "Mindy-Body"
just like everyone else. She had a bit of a sour look on her face, her
new arms crossed across her chest as she tapped one of her new high
heeled feet impatiently. "Well young lady...it took you long enough to
get here."
Mindy looked a bit hesitant as she climbed the stairs up to her Mother.
"Uh...hi Mom. You knew we were coming?"
"Of course. Your Father called and told me everything." Sighing as she
placed her hand over her eyes the woman muttered to herself, "I only
hope he finds some way to fix this soon."
Patrick's Grandfather smiled as he offered a dainty hand to Mindy's
Mother to shake. "Hello Ma'am. Harold Loomis. I wish we could have met
under better circumstances."
Mindy's Mother did her best to return the old man's smile. "Likewise Mr.
Loomis...likewise." Her smile faded as she looked over the old man's new
hand, and glanced down at his body; a body now identical to her own.
"Although I'm sure you understand what I mean if I say it feels like
I've known you all my life...or the greater portion of you that is." She
shook her head sadly.
Turning on her heel to lead the others into the house she did her best
to keep her short skirt from twirling up in the breeze. Looking at Mindy
with a withering glance she said, "I wish I had been more insistent on
you dressing a bit more modestly young lady."
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A short while later, after Mindy's mother provided the three with cups
of coffee, the four concerned people gathered in the living room.
Patrick sat uneasily in an easy chair; doing his best not to stare at
the three pairs of pretty legs around him.
Mindy and her Mother sat on the couch, legs crossed demurely. Mindy's
Mother seemed preoccupied with the short length of her new body's tiny
skirt; patting it down frequently as she adjusted herself in her seat.
Patrick's Grandfather sat off to the side, his new smooth knees firmly
pressed together as he sat on a glider rocking chair. He lifted a small
cup of coffee to his face with his new manicured hands every now and
then. "If you don't mind my saying Mrs. Taft, you seem quite calm and
collected."
Mindy's Mother chuckled. "Believe me, Mr. Loomis, I wasn't like this
this afternoon. After that purple light faded and I realized what had
happened, I was in a state of near hysterical panic. Who could be
prepared to suddenly find their body replaced from the neck down with
one identical to their daughter!?!?! It boggles the mind. I ran around
yelling like a madwoman for a while, then suddenly I felt this
overwhelming sense of calm wash over me. I realized I had to stop acting
crazy and do my best to find out what and why this was happening."
Patrick and Mindy's eyes met. It seemed as if Mindy's last wish had been
as powerful and long lasting as they thought.
"I know what you mean Ma'am. I was close to losing my wits as well.
Fortunately I was able to keep myself stable for the kids. Although I
had a calming experience as well. When that mob let the lad go back in
the hospital I started to feel more at ease," Patrick's Grandfather
added between coffee sips.
"Mom...how long have you been home?" Mindy asked.
"Oh, several hours. I drove home right after regaining my composure,"
her Mother responded.
"Why haven't you bothered to change then? I mean...I know you don't like
what I wear and it's obvious you have a problem with that skirt..."
Mindy trailed off as she looked her fidgeting Mother over.
Her Mother smiled sadly. "Ahhh...you three haven't run into that
particular aspect yet, eh?"
The three looked at each other quizzically before the woman continued.
Standing up on her stiletto clad feet, Mindy's Mother began walking from
the room. "Follow me."
As they followed her into the master bedroom, Mrs. Taft stood in front
of the closet. Throwing the door open and standing back so they could
get a look she laughed without mirth. "My wardrobe has changed as well."
In the closet, neatly pressed and hanging on hangers, was a row of
skirts, sweaters, and white blouses; all identical to the ones Mindy and
everyone who now had a duplicate of her body were wearing. A rack held a
series of ties, all just like the one around Mrs. Taft, Mindy, and
Patrick's Grandfather's graceful necks. One the floor several black
patent leather two strap mary-jane high heeled pumps just like all of
theirs sat lined up; a balled up pair of dark blue knee socks seated in
each left shoe.
"All of your clothes have been replaced with these?" Mindy asked in
disbelief.
"It's even more than that dear...I tried to cover my legs up with a
towel. I went to wrap it around myself and found that I just couldn't
do it. I stood there for almost twenty minutes holding it up; all ready
to wrap it around me for a slightly more modest look. It was as if my
body wouldn't let me do it. Have any of you tried undressing?"
"I took off the top and sweater earlier when your husband examined
me..." Patrick's Grandfather added as he looked over the closet, "but,
come to think of it, I put it all right back on again afterwards without
even thinking about it."
Mindy's Mother sat on the edge of the bed and lifted one of her long new
legs up. "It's like a compulsion. You can't help but do certain things.
Watch this." Pulling the shoe from her foot the woman looked as if she
were going to set it on the bed. She held the stiletto there for several
seconds, seemingly struggling to release it. Finally, almost in a rush,
she slipped it back onto her socked foot. "I wanted to get these damned
things off of my feet...I don't know how you walk around on them all day
dear...and I found out I just can't do it! I always end up putting it
right back on!"
Patrick's Grandfather sat down beside her and did the same thing.
Lifting a long smooth leg up, the old man grimaced as he removed a shoe,
held it for a bit, and finally returned it to his foot. "Well I'll be
damned."
"You can't take any of it off?" Patrick asked with horror.
"Oh you can for a bit...but only when your body lets you. When I had to
use the restroom I was able to slip the skirt and underwear off,"
Mindy's Mother answered. "I assume, with all of the other ones in there,
we're supposed to be able to change clothes at some point."
Standing up she walked over to the closet and pulled open a drawer.
Inside sat several neatly folded pair of panties just like Mindy's. Mrs.
Taft pulled a small pink t-shirt out and held it up. Curling script read
"Princess" across the chest. "Recognize this dear?"
Mindy blushed a bit. "Uh, that's one of the shirts I sleep in."
"Precisely. I believe that is whatever did this to us idea of pajamas. I
believe when I go to bed tonight I will find I can take off these
clothes and slip it and a pair of panties on. You wear that to bed all
the time, right Minds?"
Mindy looked at Patrick and blushed. "Yeah," she said sheepishly.
"The only other article of clothing I found in the house was three
button up wool pea coats like yours in the hall closet. I think that's
the only foul weather consideration we get." Mindy's mother sighed
sadly.
She walked over to another set of closets. "Your Father's wardrobe is
switched out too." Where Mindy had always seen her Father's suits and
clothing neatly arranged, she now saw a set-up of uniforms just like in
her Mother's closet.
Mindy's face turned pale. "Wait...you said three coats...a pea coat like
mine was in the hall closet?" she asked her Mother.
"Yes," Mrs. Taft answered.
"But my coat was in my room..." Mindy trotted out of the room on her
high heeled feet. The three others followed behind.
Throwing her own closet open Mindy found the same neatly arrayed
collection of skirts, blouses, sweaters, ties, and stilettos.
"Everything else is gone. It's just several changes of this outfit." She
turned around and looked at the other three horrified. "It's me too...My
God...it's me too..."
The pretty teen sat down and slipped one of her own high heels off. To
her horror she found herself just as unable to part with it as the
others. As she began to cry her Mother sat down next to her and hugged
her close. "It's okay dear...your father and all of the authorities in
town are working on fixing things. They'll figure this out and reverse
it somehow."
Patrick put his hand on his Grandfather's new slender shoulder. "Don't
worry Grandpa, I'm sure we'll fix this soon enough."
Mr. Loomis gave his grandson a grin. "I wonder if my clothes are all
gone too...it'd be a shame if I lost my lucky shirt."
The brief silence was ended when the sound of people entering the house
echoed down the hall. "Honey! Mindy! Mr. Loomis! Patrick...where are all
of you?" Dr. Taft called out.
As the four people walked out into the living room they were greeted
with the sight of a large group of people. Dr. Taft stood in the lead,
with the Mayor, Police chief and a few officers, and the Fire chief
behind him.
Patrick sighed. The Mayor's black middle aged balding male head, the
Police chief's grizzled beady eyed white head complete with his
officer's cap, and the chubby cheeked red headed male head of the Fire
chief all sat atop the same uniformed sexy body that everyone else had.
Everyone but him that is.
The two police officers, one black and one white, looked to be in their
late twenties. Each wore the same policeman's cap as the chief. Patrick
could also tell that each of the police wore a utility belt with a gun,
holster, and night stick on their new hips. "Hmmm...they can wear hats
and belts...apparently their bodies don't have a problem with those
accessories..." he thought to himself.
Every one of them men wore serious dire looks on their faces. "Did you
find that old guy yet?" Mindy asked breathlessly.
The men all looked at each other with a twinge of disappointment.
"No...not yet. All of my other officers and the fire department are out
looking for him though," the chief answered in a gruff voice. Looking at
Patrick a slightly annoyed look crossed his face. "He's the kid that
nothing happened too, eh?"
Patrick slumped his shoulders. He hated the stares hew was getting from
all of the men. They may not have said it, but he felt like they were
accusing or blaming him.
"Yes...but like I said, he had nothing to do with causing this. He's
just an anomaly. It may have skipped him because he was there when the
old man did this...this...whatever it is." Dr. Taft motioned to the
gatherer's bodies.
"The Mindy Effect," one of the young cops added.
Mindy looked more than a little annoyed.
"Have you called the state police or anyone? Maybe they can broaden the
search area?" Mrs. Taft asked.
The mayor shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid that's impossible. For
whatever reason, this town is totally cut off from the outside world. We
can't make calls out, connect to a computer, or do anything to contact
anyone outside of city limits. In fact we can't even physically leave
it!"
The chubby cheeked Fire chief spoke up. "There's a bizarre purple fog
outside of town...any time we try to drive out we emerge heading back
towards the town in the direction opposite to that from which we entered
it. A few of my guys tried driving out for several hours earlier and
couldn't make any headway."
Patrick looked at Mindy. "Purple fog? Just like in the hallway when that
old man talked to us!"
"Have you been crying dear?" Dr. Taft asked Mindy, his fatherly concern
flaring up.
"Yeah...the whole wardrobe problem just freaked me out a bit," the young
woman answered him.
The Doctor looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
One of the cops spoke up. "She's talking about how you can't change out
of this little number," he said, gesturing down to his new sexy little
school uniform. "You can sit there, think about it, but you just can't
do it."
The other cop added his two cents. "Yeah, me and a couple of the boys
went to Shop-Mart to see if we could get more appropriate footwear...you
know, something other than these hooker heels..." he said pointing down
to the spikes on his dainty new feet. Mindy grimaced as the man
continued, "We stood there holding some sneakers and sweat suits for
almost an hour and none of us could make ourselves put any of them on."
"Astounding...it's behavioral as well..." Dr. Tate said to himself as he
tugged at the skirt he now wore. Looking up to Mindy he asked, "And you
can't change as well?"
Mindy looked sadly to her Father. "No. I'm just as stuck as all of you."
The Police chief let out a harrumph. "Not quite miss...at least you
still have your noggin on your own body. Some of us have been sex-
changed."
Mrs. Taft looked to the men. "Have any of you checked out your closets
at home yet?"
All of the men looked at each other and shook their heads no.
She sighed and started walking out of the room on her new legs. "Follow
me, I'll show you what to expect."
As the group followed the Mayor and Police chief crowded next to Mindy
and Patrick. "The Doctor gave us the run down on what happened, but we
want to hear it from the horse's mouth. What happened to you today
exactly? What led to all of this madness?" the Mayor asked.
The chief grabbed Patrick's arm, his new fingernails digging into the
boys skin. "Yeah...and don't leave a damned thing out. What the hell
happened!"
Mindy and Patrick looked at each other nervously before they started to
tell their tale once more.
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To Be Continued... Again...
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