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Pictures at an Exhibition
by Bailey Thayer
Life had always come easy for me. I didn't really ever have to apply
myself to achieve an acceptable level of success, though I also never
truly excelled at anything either. I just took things as they came. I
was a "B" student, and I guess you could rate my athletic ability at
that level too. Take football, for instance. I had carved out a rather
casual high school career as a punter and place kicker. It didn't take
extensive workouts for me to be competent in this role, and being on
the varsity squad came with a healthy share of the perks.
Rick Jackson and Gavin Smith were good friends. Rick, called 'the Ram'
by many, was a tall, stocky first-string middle linebacker with a
reputation for delivering solid hits. Rick wasn't much of a scholar,
but he had an affinity for engines. If he didn't get an athletics
college scholarship, he would have probably been content to have been a
mechanic. Rick was a nice enough guy to those in the "in crowd," but he
could slip into being a jerk with others. Gavin was a high-energy,
quick track star and wide receiver, though a bit too short for college
ball. Gavin was a "B" student, like me, but he was a natural when it
came to acting. His appearances in school plays would sometimes lead to
him being teased by the other players in the locker room, but he never
cared.
-- Science Fair --
I didn't know it at the time, but a brief altercation at a Science Fair
put into motion events that would drastically change my life. You see,
at the time Gavin was dating a girl he had met in drama class named
Annette. She was a very smart young lady and had an exhibit at the
Science Fair. Gavin convinced Rick and I to go with him to give her
some support.
When we arrived, it was clear Gavin's girlfriend was rather nervous and
upset. It took a few minutes for Gavin to calm her down and then she
mentioned that the guy with the display next to her had been hitting on
her -- waving a silver coin on a string in front of her and trying to
command her to do weird things. She didn't need that distraction, but
he had been relentless up until we arrived. Naturally this upset Gavin,
but it was Rick who reacted.
Rick looked over at the guy's exhibit. It had something to do with
increasing a worker's productivity using hypnotherapy. The guy's name
tag said "Marvin Carver."
Rick approached Marvin, "hey, what's the big idea messing with Annette?
Do you even go to Crawford High?"
Marvin stammered, "I... I'm a Freshman here, and I... I... was... just
saying hello."
Gavin joined in, "just saying hello? That's not what she says, dweeb.
You were waving that coin in her face while she was trying to setup."
"No. It wasn't like that," Marvin blurted out in response.
Gavin didn't let up, "that's my girlfriend. You were hitting on my
girlfriend."
"I wasn't. Why would I do that? I have my own girlfriend. See?" Marvin
fished his wallet out of his jacket pocket.
In the mean time, Annette and I noticed a judge had been working his
way down the row and was now just five exhibits from Annette. This
scene was making Annette nervous again.
I piped in, "Guys, lets calm down. Deal with this later because the
judge is coming."
Gavin returned to Annette.
Marvin produced a picture from his wallet and offered it to Jack, who
ignored it. The picture passed to me, instead. While I looked at the
picture, the confrontation continued.
"Look Marv, I don't care if you have a harem. I'm going to clobber you
when this fair is over," Jack threatened.
Marvin was visibly shaken by this threat. He was too nervous to speak
clearly. He was talking too fast and babbling such that you couldn't
understand him.
The picture was of a pretty blonde cheerleader. Her green and white
uniform said "FHS." But it wasn't a photograph. The paper was too thin
and the sides weren't cut squarely. Then I recognized it for what it
was. Marvin had cropped a picture that comes with a frame when you buy
it at a store. I had seen the picture at K-Mart just last week.
"This isn't a real photograph," I said. "He cut this out of the sample
picture sold with a frame."
Jack laughed and looked at the picture. "Pathetic," he remarked, "just
pathetic."
The confrontation was over. Jack and I returned to Gavin and Annette.
Annette did very well and earned a blue ribbon. As for Marvin, he
wasn't able to recover his composure and had to settle for a red
ribbon. Jack didn't bother to wait around after the fair to beat up
Marvin.
-- Ambush --
Time passed from fall to winter into spring and then summer. Throughout
the school year I had seen Marvin a few times in the hall. He was a
lonely chap who only had a friend or two. He had a growth spurt during
the year and filled out some, but he was still an awkward kid.
It was early in the summer and Jack, Gavin, and I had made a habit of
heading down to the beach to surf. We knew a secluded place where you
didn't have to compete for the waves. It had been a hot day, and we
were feeling invigorated from the surfing, yet drained from the sun. We
returned to the car and started loading our boards. I don't remember
what happened next.
-- Revenge --
Memories of my childhood flooded my dreams. My first bike was pink and
I had a Hello Kitty helmet. I took part in what seemed like an endless
series of of dance and gymnastics classes. I cheered at Pop Warner
football games, then on my middle school squad and as a Freshman
cheerleader. I used to love to watch the Disney Channel, especially
Hannah Montana. I had been hooked on Harry Potter and then Twilight. I
really liked French class but I didn't like Math. I was still a virgin.
My dress at the Christmas formal had been a red satin sheath dress with
a halter top and a deeply plunging neckline. My best friend was Julie
McClusky and I was so amazingly head-over-heels in love that I knew I
would someday be Mrs. Marvin Carver or -- I -- Would -- Just -- Die!
Wait... what? Consciousness returned to me.
"I think her nose should be a little smaller," said Marvin.
My nose tingled.
"Like that?" somebody said.
"Yes. Perfect," replied Marvin.
I managed to open my eyes. I was still rather groggy. I could tell I
was nude. My arms and legs were strapped to a table that was elevated
and tipped such that I was partly prone and partly on display to Marvin
and an older man. Marvin stood with his arms crossed, looking me over
with a critical eye, while the older guy stood akimbo and looked about
the room. It was a laboratory, of sorts, but dark -- lit with candles -
- and there were strange writings on the walls. An older man and woman
were strapped to the wall, nude, hanging by their arms, unconscious. I
knew them to be my mother and father from the dreams.
Marvin continued, "Pierce her ears, twice."
Moderate pain shot through both of my ears, but I endured it without
making a sound.
"Fuller lips."
My lips tingled. With each instruction, the older man raised an arm and
made a simple gesture.
"You're an artist, Uncle Elias," complimented Marvin.
"As a Shaper, I prefer to call it sculpture," said Uncle Elias. "Would
you mind if I dabbled a little with her thighs? I can always return
them to how they are now."
As Marvin nodded, I could feel my thighs tingle and warm slightly.
Elias continued, "I'm adding on to her saddlebags a bit. I know you
want her to have an athletic build, so it was just a touch. She won't
be a gymnast for long with the larger breasts you wanted for her so I
thought some more curve to the legs would be nice."
I thought to myself, "Breasts? Oh my God. I have breasts!" I could feel
their weight shift slightly when I squirmed in my restraints.
Marvin replied slowly, "Hmm, I do like it, but I then I think her
caboose needs adjusted."
"Oh yes, I see what you mean," Uncle Elias said as he waved his expert
finger.
My buttocks warmed and expanded a little.
They looked me over closely. I tried to speak, but could only manage a
whisper. My pleas to be changed back and let free were ignored. Uncle
Elias made a few more minor changes to me and finally Marvin declared I
was perfect. They admired me for a few minutes more before they were
interrupted. Marvin's watch beeped. "The jewelry is ready for
enchantment and then binding," was all Marvin said as they exited the
room.
During the hours that passed the man and woman across the room became
conscious too and our voices returned. At first we screamed for help.
Nobody came. Then we calmed down and talked about who we were. We all
knew we were a family in our dreams, but we had two sets of names. Rick
Jackson was now Richard Farnham, Gavin Smith become Gabriel Farnham,
and I had been Nathan Khime, but now I was Natalie Farnham, their
daughter. We felt doomed.
Marvin and Elias eventually returned. We protested our state, but they
ignored us. Marvin retrieved a coin from his pocket. It was the same
coin he had at the Science Fair. He dangled it before Rick/Richard. He
said a few strange words. Rick/Richard became quiet. He dangled the
coin before Gavin/Gabriel; she became quiet. He dangled the coin before
me. As it started to swing back and forth, I admired its silvery shine.
Back and forth. I admired its predictable swing. Back and forth. Candle
light reflected off it. Back and forth. Marvin spoke soothing words.
Back and forth. Marvin spoken strange, foreign words. Back and forth. I
did not desire to speak.
"Uncle, are you sure this family will support me," asked Marvin.
"Not at first, but eventually," replied Elias. "You have three more
years of high school. Continue your studies, because a firm knowledge
of math, science, history, and language all contribute to the growth of
your magical powers. During this time, enjoy your new girl friend. The
family will generate income, but at first they will need money to
establish their lives. They will have to buy a house and a car, pay
their bills, plus feed and clothe your girlfriend. They should be able
to give you some spending money, but don't take too much or you'll
break them. You're a budding enchanter, so if you keep practicing you
should be able to arrange for college scholarships and more. Eventually
you can have a whole stable of families generating income. This is
better than overtly using your powers to take money from the public."
Uncle Elias continued, "But your powers are not yet strong enough to
affect a permanent change, like I can do with my Shaping magics. That
is why you need these tokens bound to your family."
Elias placed a wedding band on Rick/Richard and spoke in words unknown
to me. He placed an engagement ring and wedding band on Gavin/Gabriel
and again intoned his dire magics. Finally, he approached me, and
around my wrist he placed a charm bracelet. The charms attached to it
were a heart, a megaphone, a pair of ballet pointe shoes, and a teddy
bear. Elias' words soothed me. The charm became familiar, as if it had
been with me for years. It was part of my soul. It could disappear from
view, but I could never take it off.
Then Marvin began to speak, "before I complete the enchantment, I want
to thank the three of you for waking me up. Without your rough
treatment I would still be an incompetent fool dabbling with parlor
tricks. But you shamed me in public, and I cannot tolerate that, so
from this point on you will serve me. Your family has just moved to
town. Richard and Gabriel will find work; Natalie will attend high
school with me."
Marvin's words shifted to another language. He was confident in his
delivery. He had matured noticibly during the school year. I became
lost in his words.
A rush of girly emotions flooded me. I wanted to decadently soak in a
steamy bubble-bath. I wanted to paint my nails. My charm bracelet was
incredibly cute. I wondered if there was a sale at Victoria's Secret. I
wondered if daddy would let me get a little dog. I decided I liked my
hair long and the next time I was at the salon I would get both
highlights and lowlights. Marvin was extremely handsome and I had to
attract him before another girl did. I couldn't imagine living without
him.
-- Conclusion --
Like I said before, I didn't know it at the time, but the events at the
Science Fair changed my life, and for the better. As I stand here in
the end zone, the band has just started playing the fight song. Like
the other girls on the squad, I snap my metallic gold pom-pons above my
head into a high-V and vigorously shake them while the football team
runs past us to take the field. I can feel the wind gently playing with
my pleated skirt as it brushes against my thigh.
Then as quickly as it started, the fight song is over. I run to the
sidelines, look up into the stands, and wave to my sweetie, Marvin. He
doesn't care for football too much, but he loves to watch me dance. As
I move through our routines, I sense him undressing me with his eyes.
It feeds my impulses to be more suggestive with my moves. Sometimes I
flash him a glimpse of my gold spankies from under my blue skirt. Other
times I run my hands across my breasts, down my blue shell and onto my
bare midriff. I toss my hair, push out my breasts, pat my bottom,
perform cartwheels, tumble, anything -- everything.
I don't care about the game. I'm his eye candy and I love it. I really
work it. His pants bulge. I know I've done well. At half-time I pout
until he buys me a soda. I flirt with him while I drink it suggestively
through a straw. I swing my hips so my skirt brushes against him. As
the band starts back up, I quickly fix my makeup and rejoin the squad
for more chants and dances. After the game I hang all over him until we
get back to the car. We might snuggle. We might kiss. We might do
something... more. Marvin could take my virginity. I'd gladly give it
to him, but Marvin would rather leave me soaking wet and begging for
more. Someday; I'm not worried, because now he carries my picture in
his wallet.
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