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The Mindy Effect: Part 3
Patrick was glad the that the little question and answer session the
authorities had subjected he and Mindy too had come to an end. The sheer
repetition of retelling the same tale over and over again had begun to
wear his already frayed nerves down. The Police chief had been especially
demanding. He couldn't help but get the feeling that the man had been
trying to trip he or Mindy up; that he was trying to see if their story
would change during the repeated retellings.
Fortunately he and Mindy had kept to their guns. It was easy really,
considering that all they had to do was tell the truth with a omission or
two. Everyone who needed to know what the old man who was responsible for
the situation was like and had done did; and he and Mindy's possible
contribution was left out entirely.
Finally, after all of the questioning and note-comparing the Mayor had
decided it was best if they all call it a night. The authorities would
keep up the search and the rest of them would go to their respective
homes for some sleep.
They would need it; seeing as how the powers that be had decided to have
a town meeting the following morning to fill everyone in on what was
known and what was being done. When the Mayor told them of that
particular wrinkle Patrick could tell by Mindy's facial expression that
she dreaded the prospect of such as meeting as much as he did. A room of
people who could very well blame them both for their current predicament
did not sound like a fun place to visit.
It was decided that Patrick and Mindy should both have police minders.
The Mayor insisted so as to prevent a repeat of the mob incident that had
occurred earlier at the hospital, though Patrick suspected it was just as
much to keep an eye on the both of them.
Patrick and his Grandfather headed out the front door with the policeman
who would escort them to their home. Mindy caught him by his arm and held
his hand. "Hey...take care of yourself. I don't want to face that town
meeting by myself tomorrow," she said half smiling.
Patrick shuddered. "You too. Even more angry people gathered in one place
than that group that tried to tear me apart doesn't sound like fun to me,
and I won't have you there to wish me out of it tomorrow."
Mindy smiled sadly. "Yeah...well, I think I've done enough wishing as it
is." She winked at Patrick. "Look at it this way, you'll be in a room of
teenage girls; you can try to be charming."
Patrick couldn't help but laugh. "That doesn't make me feel any better.
I've never done well with girls before, a bunch of brand new ones doesn't
sound like it would make things any easier."
The two teens held hands and smiled at each other for a moment before
Patrick joined his grandfather in the car. Following the policeman in
front of them, the pair drove across town to their own home.
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Patrick looked out the window at the Policeman sitting in his squad car.
Even though the Mayor had said the man would be watching their house for
his safety; his presence didn't make him feel any better.
He turned around when he heard his Grandfather walk back into the room,
his new high heels clicking on the wooden floors. "Well, I just took a
look at my closet and chest of drawers, it's just like at the Taft's
house. Not a stitch of my stuff left, just a bunch of this stuff," he
said, motioning down to the school uniform on his new body.
Patrick sat down on the couch, the frustration and fear finally
overwhelming him. He started to cry. "God...I keep thinking this is just
some kind of crazy nightmare...why didn't I do something when that old
guy kept babbling...I should have figured it out earlier."
The boy's grandfather walked over and sat down next to him, putting an
arm around him. "It's not your fault lad. How in the hell are you
supposed to stop something like all of this?!?!? Magic is supposed to be
guys in greasy tuxedos doing card tricks and pulling birds out of their
sleeves for God's sake!" The old man tried hard to give the boy a
reassuring hug, but couldn't quite pull it off with his new girlish arm.
Patrick appreciated the effort, but found himself a bit uncomfortable
with the feel of his grandfather's new right breast pushing against him.
Glancing over, he couldn't help but look at the lovely new pair of thighs
the old man had emerging from his tiny new skirt.
Standing up quickly and looking directly into his Grandpa's face, the
only part of him unaltered by the bizarre "Mindy Effect", the boy spoke
hastily. "Uh...yeah...I'll try to get over it Grandpa. I...I'm sorry to
get all upset, I mean, this situation is much worse for you." Turning
around quickly he left the room. "Look...I'm going to go to bed. I'll see
you tomorrow morning."
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The next morning Patrick stumbled into the kitchen. Half-awake and
probably more than a little self-deluded, he almost had himself convinced
that the events of the prior day were all just some horrible dream and
everything would be normal today. The sight that greeted him in the
kitchen removed that possibility immediately.
His Grandpa stood before the stove whistling, working the skillets with
the same grace he always did. Unfortunately his grey-topped head sat
perched above the sexy young "Mindy-body" just as it had when last he saw
him. However, instead of the school uniform of the day before, the old man
had dressed himself in a tight pink t-shirt and a pair of panties. He
tapped a dainty bare foot on the kitchen floor in time with his
whistling.
"Damn," Patrick whispered.
Hearing him, his Grandfather spun around on his heel. "Ahhh...morning
kid. I took the liberty of making you some pancakes as well."
"You were able to take the...eh...the outfit off huh?" Patrick stammered
as he took a seat and did his best not to stare at his Grandfather's cute
new panty-clad derriere.
His Grandfather actually smiled as he went about putting the pancakes on
a pair of plates. "Yeah! I was actually able to get that get-up off last
night! I decided I was going to go ahead and hit the hay, and, all of the
sudden I found myself walking over to the closet. I slipped out of that
little outfit, kicked the shoes off, and changed into this. I guess the
new body considers this my new sleeping togs."
Patrick did his best to not look at the perky breasts straining against
the fabric of his Grandfather's new night-shirt; the word "Princess"
scrawled across it ridiculously enough. "Weird. At least that gave you a
break from those shoes."
His Grandfather chuckled as he took a sip of coffee. "You aren't kidding.
I don't know how that girl does it. My feet were killing me by the end of
the day." His Grandfather scratched his beard thoughtfully for a moment.
"Hmmm...or is that her feet?"
"I thought it was weird you could walk at all in those things. I mean,
it's not like you have a lot of experience wearing high heels!" Patrick
said.
"True, true. Funny how all of us seem to manage okay, even though some of
the other mannerisms and such don't come so natural. I couldn't help but
notice the Mayor, Chiefs, and the other cops were having a hard time
remember to keep their legs crossed while they were sitting down last
night."
Patrick laughed despite himself. "Yeah...I don't think Mindy and her Mom
were too pleased with the display."
His Grandfather smirked. "Poor girl. Everybody in town is getting a
peek." The old man sighed and felt his chin. "Feels odd to not have a
couple of extra chins. Did you notice how we folks with a little extra
neck material have been smoothed out a bit?"
Patrick looked closely at his Grandfather. He couldn't believe he hadn't
really noticed it before. "You're right! It's like your throat smoothed
out to meet with her neck. It must be part of that whole head re-sizing
thing."
His Grandfather smiled. "Yep. Lost the double chin...no more arthritis;
there are a few bright spots to be had."
Patrick pushed his plate away after only a couple of bites. "I'm amazed
at how calm you are about all of this."
His Grandfather looked off in the distance for a bit before answering.
"Yeah...I've just felt really calm about all of this since yesterday
afternoon. For some reason I just feel I need to try to understand it
all. Hey, you're done eating already? You've hardly touched your
pancakes."
"I'm just not that hungry," Patrick answered while considering his
Grandfather's statement about feeling calm. He was sure Mindy's last wish
had caused it.
"I hope you aren't worrying. The authorities are working on things...I'm
sure they'll find that old fella that caused this and fix things right
up!" The old man reached over and patted Patrick on his hand. "Well, it's
your turn to do the dishes. You take care of 'em while I go clean up and
brush my teeth."
Patrick smiled at the old man. "Feeling good enough to stick me with the
dishes...I see how you are." The two laughed as Patrick gathered up the
plates. He couldn't help but watch the old man leave the room. Even
though the old man's head was affixed to it, he just couldn't resist a
look at the sexy young female backside.
As Patrick finished up the dishes, his Grandfather walked back into the
kitchen. The old man's new body was once again dressed in Mindy's sexy
little school uniform. He'd put on the white blouse, tie, sweater,
pleated skirt, knee socks, and stiletto mary-janes. The old man sighed.
"Well, I tried to borrow some of your clothes but this body just didn't
have any of it."
Patrick dried his hands as he looked the old man over. "Really?"
The old man sat down at one of the kitchen chairs and retrieved his cup
of coffee. "I thought I'd outwit this little phenomenon and put on some
of your stuff. I was able to pick up one of your sweatshirts. It was the
damnedest thing; I was able to hold it up, look at it even, but I just
couldn't manage to put it on."
Patrick sat silently. As awful as it was that people had had their bodies
replaced with duplicates of Mindy's, he was even more disturbed that
those bodies seemed to have a mind of their own in some ways.
Taking a sip before continuing, his Grandfather finally added, "I finally
gave up and headed back into my bedroom. Looks as if I'm stuck wearing
this hot little number."
Their conversation was interrupted by a knocking on the back door. "Come
on in," Patrick's Grandfather called out.
A policeman walked on into the kitchen, his own new pair of high heel
shoes clicking on the tile floor. The man's new body looked just like
everyone else's, save for the addition of a police utility belt with
holster, and a badge pinned to the sweater over his left breast. The man
also wore a officer's cap on his young good-looking male head. "Morning
folks. The Mayor wanted me to tell you you'd better get ready. They're
going to have the town meeting in another hour or so."
"You'd better go get dressed and ready kid," Patrick's Grandfather said
as he got up and walked over to the coffee pot. "Care for a cup while
we're waiting officer?"
The man sat turned one of the chairs around and sat down on it backwards,
his smooth new legs draped over the sides. "Don't mind if I do sir. It's
been a hell of a long night."
Patrick left the room quickly to get ready. It was going to be a long
day.
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To Be Continued...
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