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Virtually Twisted By D.A.W. The following story is set in Morpheus's Twisted Universe. All characters, any locations in the town Clearville, and the town Clearville itself are my own creation. Any resemblance to real life individuals events or locations is purely unintentional. Only Fictionmania, and tgstorytime.com have permission to post this story Before reading this story, I recommend you read Morpheus's three twisted stories: Twisted, Twisted Pink and Hair and Now before reading this work. However this story is a standalone work and can be read separately from his stories. * * * * * I was sitting in class, on the last day of school at Clearville High, bored out of my mind. My fourth period teacher, Mr. Beekman insisted that every day of school was important even the last one. So there I was listening to a boring science lesson on the last day of school, instead of goofing off like I had in every other class. I think I must have dosed off for a little bit because a short while later I woke up to the sound of the school bell. I immediately jumped out of my seat, but was stopped by Mr. Beekman, "Mr. Rumsfeld," he exclaimed with his nasally voice, "In your eagerness you seem to have forgotten that class ends when I dismiss it, not at the sound of the bell." With an annoyed sigh I sat back down. "Alright class as I was about to say before Mr. Rumsfeld interrupted me," Beekman continued, "Those of you that will be taking my AP Chemistry class next year remember there's a twenty-five dollar lab fee that's due by the first day of school. Class Dismissed. Enjoy your summer and don't get into any trouble." I was one of the first out of class, every extra second in that place was one second less of my summer. I sped down the hallway, weaving in and out of the crowds. As I made made my way to the end of the Hall, I nearly ran into Megan Hails. "Oh, hey Jim," she said smiling. Megan was a pretty hot tomboy. Megan and I grew up together and had been friends as long as either of us could remember. When we'd gotten older I'd found myself rather attracted to her and I even asked her out a few times, but she didn't seem interested in being anything more than friends. Which was pretty hard sometimes because I really had a thing for her. "Hey, did you hear about that new Game Palace in the mall?" I said suddenly remembering I had been meaning to mention it to her. "A Game Palace in the mall?" she said thoughtfully, "Awesome!" she suddenly grinned, "There's one where my grandma lives." I grinned in return, "Yeah, there's one in Clinton it's pretty freaking awesome." then I added, "You want to go check it out? They're supposed to have a huge grand opening Friday" "Sure," she replied. "Alright, I'll pick you up Friday around noon," I said. "Sounds like a plan," she said then added "I gotta go, see you later." "Alright," I said, "later." Then I watched her fade from sight as she walked away. * * * * * I arrived home after a short drive from school. The house was empty, my mom hadn't made it home yet. She worked some pretty crappy hours being a manager at her job so it wasn't that surprising that she wasn't home. So I climbed up the stairs leading away from the landing and I plopped down on the couch and flicked the television on with the remote. I watched tv for a quite a while watching some documentary on a ziprock band who had made it big and squandered it all on drugs and prostitutes. It was mildly interesting and it gave me something to do until my mom got home. After a few hours I realized the time so I threw a couple frozen meals in the oven for dinner. I sat down again and I watched a repeat of a sitcom I liked. It was pretty funny. A short while later a voice called from the landing, "Jim, I'm home." I hopped off the couch and made my way down the landing where I found my mom, Kate, setting down her bags. "Hey mom, how was work?" "I'm just glad to be home," she said, "I've been doing employee evaluations all day." My mom worked as a Manager at a department store in the Mall called Haglund's. She hated it, but managed to bring in a decent sized paycheck every month. Not bad, considering she started out as a lowly grunt and worked her way up the ladder in only eight years. "Dinner should almost be done," I said changing the subject, "I put in a couple of those Lasagna dinners you bought the other day they should be done in a few minutes. Mom looked a little relieved, "Good, I'm famished." After dinner was over I looked to mom and asked her, "Want to watch a movie or something?" "Maybe after the news," she replied, "I want to see what the weather is going to do tomorrow." So we went into the front room and mom switched on the tv. "-is 570 MBC, News," the tv blared, "This is Katey Charles with today's News. In Los Angeles, a suspect has been arrested in relation to the Echo Park killings, the police have not released the suspects name, but he is believed to be a 24-year-old male Twisted, find out more after these words from our sponsors." Mom muted the television as she growled, "Those damn Twisted! Those freaks need to be locked up so they can't hurt anyone else. What's this world coming to when decent people can't even trust-" That's where I started tuning her out. I really wasn't in the mood to listen to another one of my Mom's rants. I used to think the twisted where just as horrible as mom always said, but my views had become rather conflicted on the subject as of late. Megan's dad was a pretty good guy, for a lawyer, and he seemed to think they were decent people. On, the other hand there were the twisted we heard about on the news, the ones that did horrible things, but maybe they were as much the victims as the people they harmed. "Your father was-" my mother started to say snapping me out of my reverie, "You know what? I'm feeling tired. I think I'll go to bed." she said then sprang off the couch and hurried up the stairs. "Mom wait! What about my father?" she didn't seem to hear me. I think it's needless to say I was rather perplexed at this point so I followed her up the stairs. When I had nearly reached her bedroom door she slammed it shut. I reached for the doorknob and found it was locked. "Mom, what were you going to say!" "Mom!" I called out again. Still she didn't reply. I pounded on the door a few more times, then I gave up. My mom had done some bizarre things, but this one took the cake. What had she been about to say? Every time I'd ever asked my mother about my Father, she would quickly change the subject or act like she hadn't heard me. What was it about my father that she didn't want me to know? What had she come so close to telling me and what did it have to do with the twisted? With an exasperated sigh, I made my way to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I went directly to the chair I had sitting in the corner and turned it over. I pulled loose the bottom, taped inside was my mother's old sophomore high school year book. I'd found it hidden in the back of her closet a few years ago. Loosening the tape on the bottom of the chair, I opened the book. I flipped to page thirty-two there listed in the second column was a boy named Harry Turow. A heart was drawn around his picture and underneath was written "Harry and Kate 4ever". The boy's physical resemblance to me was striking, which made me wonder: was he my father? If so what had happened to him? I was born during my mother's junior year of high school. I learned by asking Megan's dad that his family had moved away the summer before I was born. Had he and his family moved away because they'd learned my mother was pregnant? Or had they moved away for some other reason not knowing of my conception? I sat there for a moment staring at the photo of the boy, who might have been my father. I closed the year book replacing it in it's place under the seat of the chair and popping the bottom back in. I righted the chair then I laid on my bed and thought about the boy in the yearbook photo. When I finally fell asleep I dreamed about the boy who might be my father. In the dream the boy stood with a man holding a knife to his throat. The man pointed to a scar above his left eyebrow with his free hand and laughed. I begged the man to let go of the boy, but he refused. "You don't get it," he said with a laugh, "This boy aint nothing. He's not your father don't you see?" the man raved. The man's arm began to shake uncontrollably. Blood dripped from the boy's throat. I called out to the man demanding that he stop. The man grinned, then with one swift jerk he slit the boys throat. "He's not your father, Jim." the man cackled, "I am." "Nnnnnnnoooooooooooo!" I screamed out ready to hurl myself at the man, but soon realized that I was no longer facing the man, I was in the comfort of my own room. After a few seconds I became fully conscious and realized I'd been dreaming. "What a weird dream," I mumbled as I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. I did my business then went to wash my hands. After I was done, I went into my mother's room only to find it empty. She must have had an early shift. That wasn't too uncommon, her work shifts seemed to hop all over the place. It was just one of the hazards of working retail, or so she said. I made my way downstairs and had a couple bowls of cereal. After that, I headed back upstairs and took a shower. Once out, I went back into my room and switched on my Gamestation and began playing Last Illusion XX. It wasn't long before I got caught up in the game and lost track of time. It was almost noon before I remembered that I was going to pick up Megan to go to the Mall. I quickly saved my game then shut down the console. I raced out of the house almost forgetting to grab my keys on the way out. I hopped into my car and within a few minutes I pulled up in front of Megan's house. I was about to get out when the door to Megan's house swung open. Out came Megan, followed by a really hot looking blond girl I didn't recognize. "Hey Jim," Megan said as she approached my car, "Is it okay if my cousin Allison, comes along?" "Sure," I replied. Megan look at her cousin and seemed to scowl for a minute, but quickly covered it up. "Well, hop on in, girls," I said reaching across to open the passenger side door. Allison got in the front, leaving the back for Megan. Megan didn't say much as she got into the back seat, but I could tell she was rather annoyed with her cousin. "Hey, I'm Jim Rumsfeld," I said holding my hand out. She took it and giggled, and with a rather vacant expression on her face she said"You're friend is cute, Megan. I'd wonder why you weren't dating him if I didn't already know you were gay." I choked at that "You think I'm cute?" "Yeah," she giggled, "I'd totally date you if I didn't have a boyfriend." Then it suddenly clicked what she'd said about Megan. I seemed to have trouble thinking straight around cute girls. "You're gay?" I said looking back at Megan. Megan sighed, "Thank you so much Allison," she said with a sneer, "I wasn't really ready to drop that particular ball, just yet. Were you planning on telling any other of my secrets today?" The previously vacant expression on Allison's face took on a more menacing cast as she said "No, but there are still plenty of hours left in the day." Things were getting a little on the heated side so I decided to step in,"Ladies, I think things have gotten off to a rocky start. Perhaps we should all forget what was said and just have a fun time." The vacant expression returned to Allison's face, "Oh, we're just teasing each other," she said giggling again, "Aren't we Megan?" I looked back at Megan, "Yeah, sure" she said gritting her teeth, "Just teasing." The drive to the mall was pretty awkward, but luckily the mall was only a few minutes drive away. Once there, I found a parking spot and we piled out of the car. Allison went her separate way upon learning our intended destination was a gaming store. Once we parted company with Allison I let out a sigh of relief. It was a lot less awkward with just me and Megan. There seemed to be some kind of rivalry with Megan and her cousin. "So," I said ,"You like girls." "Yeah," she said, "I only came to realize it a little while ago. Remember, last month when I visited my uncle? Well..." she trailed off for a moment. "Allison had a slumber party with a few of her friends while I was there. Long story short, I-I" she stuttered a bit, "I found myself strongly attracted to one girl and without knowing what I was doing I sort of kissed her." I found myself thinking of Megan kissing another girl, and found the idea very provocative to say the least, but for the sake of Megan's feelings I kept those thoughts to myself. "Is that why things between you and your cousin seems so tense?" I asked. Megan sighed, "Yeah, her friend that I kissed won't talk to Allison, and she blames me." We continued talking as we made our way to the Game Palace, eventually our conversation shifted towards video games, and we had soon made our way to the store. The place was packed, and for good reason, they had the largest selection of games I had ever seen. We moved to the center of the store where they had an exclusive demo of the upcoming Demon Can Die game. "Awesome," I exclaimed, "I can't wait till it comes out." Megan didn't agree, "Oh, come on the only game of the series that was half-way decent was the first. I seriously doubt the fifth game will be better than the other sequels." I was about to retort when something caught my eye, "Holy freaking crap," I said running to a display, "They have Death Stalker I've been looking everywhere for this," I said grabbing it off the shelf, "and it's only twenty-five bucks," I added. "Look," Megan called out waving me toward an area where a crowd was gathering. At the front of the crowd there was some guy demonstrating the capabilities of some new virtual reality system, called Virtual World, that he claimed was supposed to make the gaming experience feel completely real , it even enabled people to feel the wind blowing on their skin inside the game or so he said. There was what appeared to be a big screen tv and something about the size of a motorcycle helmet sitting on a table under a big cloth behind him. He continued on for a few minutes, then he called for a volunteer to test it out. I raised my hand just as everyone else did, "Pick me," I called out. The man scanned the crowd for a few seconds then his eyes passed over me, and seemed to settle there, "You with the blue shirt there," he said pointing at me. In disbelief I made my up to the front of the crowd where the man was waiting. "Young man, what is your name?" the man asked enthusiastically. I replied haltingly giving him my name. The man smiled a huge grin spreading across his face, "Tell me Jim, have you ever used a VR system?" "No, but a friend of mine used the virtual attachment for the Playnetwork system," I said then added, "He sthought it sucked." The man laughed, "I've heard a number of gamers say much the same thing, but the Virtual World system is a much more advanced device than anything that has come before. As I'm sure you'll agree once you've tried it out for yourself." "The Virtual World system uses diodes that are built into a head mounted sound and display system. It does not operate by catching your motions, like older vr systems, but instead senses what you want your avatar to do, and in turn feeds sensory information back to your brain. "That sounds awesome!" I said feeling the excitement building inside me, "When do I get to try it out?" The man laughed, "Well folks looks like our eager beaver is ready to try it out. What say you?" The crowd was unanimous they wanted to see what the system could do. "Alright," the man said and with a dramatic flick of his wrists the man drew clear the cloth sitting atop the table. Underneath was some kind of helmet with a darkened visor over where the eyes would go. The man grabbed the helmet and placed it atop my head. He adjusted some knobs on the side as he did so I felt some metallic points touch the skin on my forehead and the back of my neck. "Do you feel metal touching your forehead and neck?" he asked, and after I replied in the affirmative he in turn asked if I was feeling any discomfort. When I replied in the negative he flipped the visor down over my eyes. "Now," I heard his muffled voice speak, "As our friend, Jim, experiences the full splendor of the Virtual World System, this television monitor will display a limited visual interpretation of what Jim will be experiencing. So that you may catch a glimpse of the detail and awesomeness of the Virtual World Console." Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared before my eyes and some kind of menu appeared in front of me. The man started to give me instructions. I chose to ignore him. I reached out with my hand and noticed that instead of a my own hand I could see something resembling what a crash test dummy might have. "Must be some kind of default avatar," I thought to myself. "As you might have noticed..." I heard the man start to say, but I chose to ignore him again. Instead I reached my hand out again and touched the menu option that seemed to indicate gameplay. There was another bright flash this time it was a green one and I found another menu before me. I heard the man speak again, it was some dumb joke about me getting ahead of myself. I simply stopped listening to him at that point. I looked at the menu and noted what appeared to be several game demos. One had a picture of a really hot looking woman with light blue skin, almost cat- like ears and a small set of horns in a futuristic setting, another had a bearded wizard with lightening shooting out of a staff, and the last had an Tarzan-like character in a rainforest. I debated for a minute then reached out my hand and chose the science fiction setting. I'd always had a thing for science fiction, plus the alien, or whatever she was supposed to be, looked pretty hot. There was another bright flash, this time it was white then my vision cleared and I found myself inside what may or may not have been a spaceship. I marveled at the detail and how it looked real. It wasn't until I drew near a bulkhead that I noticed a few details that didn't look quite right. I drew my hand up the wall feeling it with my hands. I could feel it like it were real. I studied the wall and the surrounding area for a few minutes, and then I took a look at my hand realizing for the first time that all was not quite right. It was blue like that of the woman in the image, but what struck most about it was that it had six digits rather than the usual five. The nails were short and well-manicured, the fingers themselves were long and delicate like those of a woman. It was then that my hands went to my chest and noticed something very different from the usual. There protruding from my chest were what appeared to be a set of large breasts poking out from a rather revealing halter top. I grabbed hold of one and felt it jiggle on my chest. "Wow," I said aloud, "That's definitely weird." I started to feel tingly like static electricity was building around me and there was pressure that was somehow building up inside me. I wasn't sure if it was the game or something else, but... "Stop right there," a voice said behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I found myself facing a character in the game in some kind of combat armor pointing some kind of ray gun at me. "Crap," I said, hearing both the voice of the female character I was playing and my own. Still feeling the pressure inside of me I looked down at my hip noticing the gun I had holstered there. I began to reach for it, but then stopped short when everything seemed to explode and a incredible jolt of pain shot through my body like I'd been struck by lightning. Massive forces rippled through me and for a moment it seemed as if the entirety of my existence began to waiver as if I would simply cease to exist. Dark swept over me and I lost consciousness. * * * * * When I came awake, a bright light blinded me, I tried to bring up my hand to shade my eyes, but nothing happened. I wasn't able to move. It was as if some very strong person was holding me down. I opened my mouth to talk, but there was no sound. I would have panicked then if not for Megan. "Jim, you're going to be alright don't worry," she said not sounding particularly convinced herself. Nevertheless, her voice acted like a soothing melody calming my nerves and keeping me from the grips of hysteria. It struck me then what a good friend she'd been to me, it was too bad she was a lesbian I think she could have grown to be much more than a friend. I tried to move my hand again, and much to my relief I felt my fingers twitch. I worked at it a bit longer and was able to bring my hand over my eyes, but in so doing my hand brushed against something. Something that shouldn't be there. After a bit of a struggle, I was able to force my head up and found a pair of naked blue breasts poking out from my chest. I simply stared at them for a minute. Was I still in the game? I looked around. Megan was there next to me and a crowd of people had gathered around me. No, I couldn't be in the game, but then how was it that I looked as I did? Suddenly feeling very self conscious of my naked form, I used one arm to cover my breasts and another to cover my new privates. "What is it?" A boy to the right of me said. "It kind of looks like that character from the game. That hot looking alien chick. How is that possible?" said a voice from behind. "I'll tell you how it's possible," said a girl standing right in front of me. "That creature is a twisted freak." The second I heard those words escape from the girl's lips I new she spoke the truth. I was twisted, I was a freak. I lay there stunned unable to understand how this could be possible. Then realization struck me, my mother must had known. That's why she'd always been so secretive about my father. He must have been twisted too, but then... My thoughts were interrupted by the girl "Your kind aren't welcome here," she said this time her voice filled with venom. Then she practically screamed. "Get out before you expose us all to the Antarctic Flu." I was so taken aback that I did not reply I simply stared up at the girl not knowing what to say. The girls lips curled up into a snarl and she acted as if she were about to speak, but before she could Megan stepped in front of me and hurled her fist into the unsuspecting girl's face. "Shut up, you stupid bitch," she said as the girl fell to the floor clutching her nose. The crowd nearly erupted into chaos, and would have done so if not for the arrival of the mall cops. They cut right through the crowd and went straight for Megan, handcuffing her arms behind her back. "Get up, you freak of nature," the tallest of the three mall cops said angrily. Still a little weak, I forced myself up and in so doing I felt my hair brush against my shoulders and my back. I reached back about to touch it, but then catching the look of undisguised hatred in the tall mall cop's eyes I turned around putting my arms behind my back so he could cuff me. I looked back as we were leaving noticing the burn marks on the ground where I had been laying. It must have been a result of my twist. The damage to the floor was quite extensive. It was a wonder no one had been hurt. "Get moving," the mall cop,who had cuffed me said kicking my bare rear with his shoe. I stumbled forward, barely able to stand let alone walk. The mall cops marched me and Megan nearly halfway across the mall. They made no attempt to cover me up. When Megan asked for something so I could cover myself, she was told to keep moving. As I walked barefoot and naked through the mall I felt everyone's eyes on me. It was the single most humiliating experience of my entire life. Tears cascaded down my face a few escaped far enough to splatter upon my breasts. When we finally reached the security offices, Megan and I had our handcuffs removed and then they shoved us into a security cell. I narrowly avoided landing on my new breasts, as I twisted to the side. I continued to weep, I simply couldn't help it. I don't know how long I lay there, but I remember Megan coming over next to me and wrapping her arm around me. She didn't speak, but simply made her presence known. * * * * * As strange as it might seem under the circumstances, I think I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I remember was hearing voices speaking somewhere nearby. "... story short Jim went through a twist and that's why we're in here,"said a voice I think it was Megan. "That's the only reason you're in here?" the voice of a man asked, it might have been Megan's dad Jonathan Hails. "Well..." Megan's voice said trailing off, "I might have hit another girl in the face, but she totally deserved it." "Oh god," I said sitting up interrupting their conversation, "It really happened. I'm a girl now," I said looking down at my breasts. "I even sound like a girl," I said noticing my very feminine voice for the first time. Megan started motioning towards my chest and I realized with a start that she was trying to tell me to cover my breasts. "Sorry," I said my cheeks burning, "I never even suspected I was twisted. Suddenly, growing a pair of..." I said trailing off l looking embarrassed at Mr. Hails and then at Megan, "Well you know... breasts wasn't exactly something I expected to happen." Mr. Hails cleared his voice nervously, "That's quite alright Jim," he said his face bright red from embarrassment. Then he quickly changed the subject, "I think it would be a good idea to contact your mother. She works somewhere here in this mall doesn't she?" "Yeah, she works over at Haglund's," I replied. "I think It might be a good idea for me to go find her," he mumbled then started toward the door. "Mr. Hails?" I asked. "Yes?" "Could you maybe get me some clothes," I said. "Yes, yes. I think that would be a good idea," he replied then swiftly left leaving me and Megan alone. We both sat there awkwardly staring at one another for several minutes before Megan finally spoke, "So..." she said trailing off, "You're about the last person I expected to be twisted." "Yeah I think my dad must have been twisted. Mom was always secretive about him." I replied. "Your dad didn't seem too fazed when you told him I was twisted." Megan pursed her lips, "You heard that?" she paused for a moment as if considering something, "Dad's twisted, and everybody says mom was too. Most of their relatives are twisted, so it's something we're pretty used too. "Wait both your parents are twisted that means you're twisted." I said. "Yeah," she shrugged, "I haven't really been through my twist, yet." "Are twists usually this extreme?" I asked reaching up to touch the new ears and horns that were now protruding from the top of my head. "No, not always. Some are, but some people end up looking more or less the same after their twist." I groaned "Why couldn't I have been one of those." "Trust me it could be worse. A lot of people get weird compulsions and sometimes they make them do weird and even bad things. Like that guy they think killed all those people in California." "How do we know I don't have some kind of compulsion?" I asked. Megan pursed her lips and started to speak, but was interrupted as the door swung open behind me. I turned my head to see who was entering, it was my mom. Mom looked down at me with a look of contempt on her face, "Twisted freak," she muttered. "Megan, where's Jim, and what is this thing doing here?" she asked spitting out the last part. "Well, um didn't my dad tell you what happened?" Megan replied nervously. Mom sighed, "No, he only told me there was some kind of incident and he seemed rather intent on buying some clothes," she said casting her eyes once more towards me then mumbled, "Probably for this freak." Megan looked at me then back at my mother, "Well I, um Jim I mean h-" "Oh for crying out loud," I cried out, "I'm Jim. I appear to have undergone a twist. By the way mom thanks for telling me I'm twisted." Mom simply stared at me for a moment seemingly flabbergasted. Then suddenly she lifted her arm and slapped me, "How dare you," she screamed, "I worked so hard to keep the truth from you. Hoping you would never end up like your freak father. Just look at you, you're an even bigger freak than he is." she spat. It was my turn to be flabbergasted as I stared up at mom. Tears began well up in my eyes. "Mom," I started, but found myself unable to continue. Megan stepped in "You thought if you kept the truth from Jim, that he wouldn't be twisted. That's screwed up lady." "Shut up," mom snarled. "this is none of your business." Tears still streaming down my face I finally was able to speak, "Her business or not, she has a point." "I can't tolerate the presence of a twisted in my home," she said suddenly, "You have until Wednesday to remove you're belongings from my home," she finished. "What?" I said, "Where will I go? What will I do?" "I don't care," she said flatly then turn her back and exited the room after waiting a moment for the guard to open the door. Where before my tears had been a light drizzle now they gushed out as if they were a rapid torrent. Megan came over beside me placing her arm on my bare shoulder,"Oh god, Jim. That was horrible." she said. I didn't respond I just buried my face in her shoulder. * * * * * I was still crying when Allison arrived about ten minutes later with a bag of clothes. "Oh god," she said, "Is that really you Jim?" I didn't respond, I couldn't bring myself to speak. "Yes, it's Jim." Megan replied for me. "Something has happened," Allison said suddenly, "Why is she crying?" she asked. Her use of the female pronoun was not lost on me. This time I answered, "I am crying because I just had my heart cut out," I said, "My own mother wants nothing to do with me because I'm a freak!" "What?" Allison's responded her voice full of shock, "What happened?" "I don't want to talk about it," I said sniffing, "Are those for me?" I asked indicating the bag of clothes. "Um yeah," Allison said holding the bag out to me. I grabbed it nearly tearing it out of Allison's hands. In the top of the bag I discovered a package of bikini panties. I hesitated a moment then I split the bag open fetching a white pair then pulling them up my legs. I couldn't help, but notice how different they felt from my usual boxer briefs especially with the lack of my usual equipment. I peered back inside the bag and found a red polo shirt with a black collar. I slipped it eagerly over my head glad to finally cover my breasts. The shirt was a bit tight,especially over my breasts, but it would suffice. I was about to move on to the next item when I realized my hair was caught inside my shirt. I pulled the hair out and held it out in front of my face, noticing it's purple color for the first time. Brushing my hair behind my back I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of black short shorts with a drawstring. I held them before me fighting the urge to throw them back into the bag. They were completely and undeniably feminine and despite my very feminine body, I wasn't sure I could bring myself to wear them in public. Casting all doubt aside I forced them up my legs. They were a little loose so I pulled the drawstrings tight then tied them into a bow knot. And finally I pulled out a pair of flip flops. I pulled off the packaging they were attached too and slipped them on. I looked down at myself taking stock of how everything looked. The short shorts showed off a lot more leg than I would have liked though I had to admit I had a nice looking set of legs. "Seriously," I said, "short shorts?" Allison shrugged, "They were cheap." she said defensively. "They look good on you," Megan said suddenly. I wasn't quite sure why, but her comment was oddly comforting, "You really think so?" I asked. Allison looked from me then back to Megan, "You definitely have the bod for it." I felt a tingle of excitement at Allison's comment. "Oh, god," I said, "I am so hot." "I think you might have some mental changes," Megan said a hint of a smile on her face. When she caught the questioning look on my face she added, "It's not that uncommon of an occurrence with a twist." I opened my mouth about to speak, but suddenly sensed motion from behind and I turned to find Mr. Hails standing in front of the now open door. "It took some doing, but I managed to convince them not to press any charges." he said then looked about, "Jim I expected to find your mother here." "She was here," I said finding myself fighting back tears, "She left. She won't have anything to do with me, like this." I said motioning down at my transformed body. Mr. Hails stared at me for a moment then spoke, "I would have thought a mother's love would see past such things." "Apparently not," I said my lips trembling. "I'm sure she'll come to her senses," he said, "Until then you can stay with Megan and me. "Thank you," I muttered. "Come on," Megan said putting her hand on my shoulder, "Let's get out of here." A bit of a melancholy smile touched my lips, "Gladly," I said, "I never want to set foot in this mall again." When we stepped out of the security offices I could feel the eyes of nearly every person in sight fall on me. I cast my gaze about noting the hateful glares on just about every face. I even noted a few lustful glances. For some weird reason I found myself liking the lewd looks I was given, but I still had a hard time with the hateful ones. I noticed a boy of about thirteen staring at my chest, I looked and noticed my nipples were poking out through the fabric of my shirt. Blushing furiously I folded my arms across my chest. The walk out the Mall wasn't as humiliating as my naked march to the security offices, but it was a close second. Before I'd been so shocked about my sudden change that I hadn't really paid as much attention to the denizens of the mall. This time I noted every hateful glare, every obscene jester, and all the other looks I was getting. We followed Mr. Hails to the North side of the Mall and had nearly made it out when I found myself face to face with the girl from before. The one who Megan had hit in the face. She was sporting a huge black eye, and her nose looked swollen. "FREAK!" she screamed, "I don't know how you got out, but I'm..." "Shut up, and get out of my way," I said. "No," she said, "I won't let you get away." "You thought being hit by my friend here was painful." I growled motioning back at Megan. "What I will do to you will make what she did pale in comparison." I said with a nasty grin on my face. The girl paled noticeably and stepped out of the way. "Freak," she muttered halfheartedly under her breath as we walked away. From there we made our way out of the Mall's double doors and into Mr. Hails car. I was startled to realize it was already dark. "Thanks for coming to get us dad," Megan said after buckling herself in. Mr. Hails smiled,"You should really thank your cousin. She was the one that called me." Megan glanced at her cousin then after a brief moments hesitation she said, "Thanks Allison." "How'd you find out what happened to us anyway?" Megan asked. Allison shrugged, "I started to wonder when I couldn't find you guys. So I started to askFall around. I learned that someone had been carried off by the mall cops. I figured it had been you so I called uncle John." "Oh," Megan replied, "That makes sense." Silence followed Megan's comment and a few minutes later we reach the Hails home. After Mr. Hails let us in. I realized I kind of had to pee, "Um, can I use your bathroom." I said asking Megan. "Yeah," she said giving me a weird look, "Go ahead." I made my up the stairs, then once I had reached the bathroom I locked the door behind me. I flipped open the toilet seat, and pulled my short shorts down ready to take a wiz in the usual fashion,only to be reminded once again that I no longer had my male parts. So I flipped the seat back down, and plopped down. It took me a moment, but after a few second and a little bit of pushing I managed to evacuate my bladder. Once, I was done I realized I was still a bit wet down there so I tore off a small chunk of toilet paper and I dried 'it' off. Once done I pulled my shorts back up and began washing my hands. Even such a simple act reminded me of my change, my hands were long and slender and the additional finger made them look just a little too large for my arms. I glanced at the mirror and felt my jaw drop. The girl in the mirror was nothing short of breathtaking, despite the oddities. The girls breasts were quite nice. They were the perfect size, large, but not monstrously huge and oh so firm. Her angelic blue face was a framed by a mane of violet hair that ran almost all the way down her entire back. Atop her head growing out of her parietal bone was a set of horns that matched her ice-blue skin. Just to the side of each horn was a pair of blue-colored feline-like ears, but the most striking feature of all was here eyes. They were the same violet as her hair, but amazingly the iris seemed to constantly shift shades, almost giving it the appearance of some tumultuous violet fire. "Wow," I muttered staring at the girls eyes, until I realized I'd been thinking of my own reflection as if it belonged to another person. "No," I said, "That's me now." I reached up to touch my ears each in turn. The were hairless matching the color of my skin it felt strange feeling something where it should not have been. Next, I reached out to touch my horns. The feeling reminded me of the way it felt to touch my teeth, but very different in other respects. I looked back at my reflection, "Damn," I muttered feeling a bit turned on, "I'm totally fuckable." I continued staring at my reflection. I was a bit weirded out by the arousal I felt not only because I was getting off by my own reflection, but because the very same arousal I was feeling felt familiar yet alien to what I was accustomed too. It was an all-over sensation whereas when I was a guy it had been more concentrated. I couldn't believe... There came a pounding at the door, "Jim are you alright?" it was Megan, "You seem to be taking a long time. "Yeah," I said clearing my throat, "Yes, I'm fine I'll be out in a minute." I said then finished washing my hands and wiped them off then swung open the door. I found myself eye to eye with Megan, "What were you doing in there?" she asked suspiciously. "Nothing," I said, "I was just looking at myself in the mirror." "Right," she said obviously straining to keep a straight face. "You know," I said quickly changing the subject, "I think I'd like to have a chat with you guys. I think I need to know more about being twisted." "That might be a good idea," she replied. "Here let's go back downstairs." Once back on the main floor, we found both Allison and Mr. Hails lounging on the furniture. "So," Megan said the first to speak, "Jim wants to know about the twisted." "Why would you think we know more than anyone else." Allison said with a nervous giggle. Mr. Hails looked to me then to Megan then back to myself, "I think under the circumstances that Jim should be told the truth." "Dad, I've already told her that we were twisted," Megan replied. I winced at her use of the female pronoun. "Well in that case. What would you like to know Jim?" he said. "Well," I said, "I really don't know much I know it was passed on by the survivors of the Antarctic Flu to their children and grandchildren. I know some guy from Canada, John Kinkaide I think his name was, brought it back after exploring in Antarctica." Mr. Hails nodded his head, "That's correct though I might add that those who survived the Antartic Flu did not show any signs of being twisted. They're descendants however did." "Oh," I said, "I didn't know that." Mr Hails sighed, "The schools don't really seem to teach much anything where the twisted are concerned, except of course to fear and hate us." "Yeah," I said, "People don't really like th... us," I said correcting myself. "So," I said suddenly, "How is it even possible really? It's always seemed to defy all logic. "Well yes," Megan piped in suddenly, "but I'll let dad tell you." she said after catching a look from her father. "I don't really understand the scientific principles that well, but I'll try to explain. The twisted are unique in that we can tap into some kind of quantum field. When a person undergoes a twist it's usually triggered by a new experience, or an emotional response. It also the first time a twisted taps into the quantum field. For reasons I don't understand the field changes us in strange and unexpected ways. The changes can include not only physical transformation as you have experienced, but also changes in personality. Many times the twisted gain compulsions to make them behave in way they otherwise wouldn't and we almost always gain a trick." "A trick?" I asked. "Yeah," Allison said, "It's kind of like having a super power." "You mean like flying or something?" I asked. "Our abilities come from tapping into the quantum field and aren't always so grand," Mr. Hails said, "but some people do gain the ability to fly. We always refer to them as tricks so as not to draw any more ire from the public's eye." "So what's your trick?" I asked Mr. Hails. "I can shrink or grow to a quarter my regular size and back," he replied. "That's awesome!" I said, "Can I see?" Mr. Hails grimaced, "Maybe later. I was thinking you might want to try out for yourself and see if you have a trick." "Yeah, but how?" I asked. "It varies from person to person, but it for me it involves a good deal of concentration," Mr Hails replied. "Ok," I said, "here goes nothing." I closed my eyes and begun to breathe in and out and cleared my mind. I felt a kind of tingling sensation similar to when I had undergone my twist, but nothing seemed to happen. I opened my eyes again and brought my hand up to my face as I did so my hand brushed against one of my breasts and I felt my chest jiggle a bit and found myself wishing my breasts wouldn't jiggle so much. That's when it happened, my clothes seemed to twist and contort and change upon my body. It lasted only second, but the changes were almost immediately apparent. I looked down at my chest, instead of wearing the red polo as I had been before I found myself wearing a red t-shirt with with the lower portion cut-off. It left a good portion of my abdomen exposed. I touched one of my breasts and I noted it felt significantly less jiggly so I peaked under my shirt and noticed I appeared to be wearing a matching red bra. "That was awesome," Allison said suddenly, "I wish I had a trick that let me change what I was wearing." Megan seemed to stare at my chest for a moment, "Did you mean that to happen?" "No," I said, "I felt this tingling then I remember wishing my chest wouldn't jiggle." "That doesn't seemed to make much sense. Why would you be wearing that instead of a bra or something?" Allison added. "I am wearing a bra," I replied feeling my cheeks burn. "I think it's pretty obvious that you've gained the ability to change your clothes. I would guess that it's limited by the amount of clothing you are wearing." Megan said. "Why couldn't my trick have been something cool?" I said with a groan. "It's still possible you might have another trick," Mr. Hails added, "It's not too unusual for a twisted to have two tricks.." I looked down at myself again, "God I looks so hot. I can't hardly believe this is me." I looked over at Megan and realized she was staring at my breasts. I felt a bit of a thrill at that, like I had before at the mall. It must have had something to do with my twist. I had a hard time not looking at Megan, she was very attractive after all, but for some reason she seemed even prettier than usual. "Well," Mr. Hails said apparently oblivious of the looks Megan and I were giving each other, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm feeling rather hungry." "Yeah, starving," I said looking toward Mr. Hails then back at Megan, only to find that she was no longer looking my way. "How's pizza sound?" Mr. Hails asked. After receiving an enthusiastic reply from Allison, Megan and myself, Mr. Hails called up Pizza Master and placed an order. A short while later our pizza arrived and we sat down to eat. Throughout the meal I kept finding myself staring at Megan and she in turn would cast her own glances at me. "Oh, for crying out loud," Allison said suddenly slamming her slice of pizza into her plate. "Would you two just get a room already!" Megan's jaw dropped and her eyes immediately darted to glance at her father. "Megan," Mr. Hails said, "Your cousin is right you and Jim have been giving each other googly eyes all night. Is there something you need to tell me?" Megan sighed and her eyes briefly met my own, "You were probably going to find out eventually anyway." she hesitated for a moment then said flatly, "I'm a lesbian." "I can't say I'm too surprised from the way you've been looking at Jim. I guess the question is how long have you known?" "Since I visited Allison's house in Spiral," she said. Mr. Hails raised an eyebrow and gave Megan a questioning look, "Is there something you and Allison need to tell me?" "What?" asked confusion evident upon her face then realization seemed to strike and she said, "No no no... That's not what it sounds like. Ew definitely no." she said glancing at her cousin, "Allison had a slumber party and I might have kissed another girl." "Megan, you could have told me," he said, "You know that I would never think less of you for being gay." "Yeah, I know dad. It's just that I'm just coming to grips with it myself. I always has a clear-cut image of how my life would turn out. I never pictured my life any other way." Mr Hails smiled, "Sometimes when life takes you off the beaten path, you make your own way." "Look at me," said a bit embarrassment evident in her voice, "Here I am whining about being a lesbian while Jim has had his hole life turned upside down." "It's okay, Megan. I think I'm a lesbian too." I replied. Megan laughed and I think it must have been the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. * * * * * After we finished our meal, Mr. Hails excused himself, and Megan, Allison and I hung around and just talked. We kind of lost track of time and before we knew it it was getting pretty late so we headed to bed. Megan offered me a pair of pajamas, I turned her down upon seeing Allison in her night gown. I chose to morph my clothes into a rather form-fitting black nightgown. It wasn't until after I had morphed into the nightie that I felt a bit of unease at wearing such a feminine garment, but then I thought about how hot I must look wearing it and suddenly it didn't seem so strange. "Aw shit," I said, "You were right, Megan, I did get some mental changes. I don't even know myself anymore." Megan smiled sympathetically and put her hand on my shoulder, "I've known all my life that I would one day go through a twist. You didn't have that advantage. I know that none of this was expected, but maybe you can take comfort in knowing that no matter what happens I will be there for you." I felt my eyes mist up a bit, but I managed to keep myself from crying again, "Thanks Megan. I don't know what I would have done had you guys not taken me in." I replied reaching up to where Megan's hand was touching my shoulder. I don't know quite how it happened, but I found myself feeling some very strong emotions for Megan. Suddenly I was face to face with Megan, our lips drew close to one another. Our lips brushed, and I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Before we could truly kiss we were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was Allison, who I had forgotten was in the room with us. "Oh, god Megan. You are such a lesbian whore. Jim just barely got turned into a girl and already you're trying to stick your tongue down his throat," she said. Before Megan could retort I cut in, "It was as much me as Megan," I said. "I think we should just all go to bed and forget this even happened," Megan said. I felt a bit of disappointment at Megan's suggestion, but I nodded my head in agreement nonetheless. "Come on," Megan said, "Let's get you situated for the night." As a moderately successful trial lawyer Megan's dad made a pretty good living, enough to afford a rather large five bedroom house. Two of those rooms served as bedrooms for Megan and her father, the third functioned as a guest room, the fourth as a computer room, and the fifth as a home office for Megan's dad. Since, Allison was already occupying the guest room I was given the computer room. It had an old, but rather comfortable looking sofa sitting opposite the computer. Megan walked over to it and pulled the back of the couch forward then pushed it back and laid it down flat to make it into a bed. I couldn't take my eyes off Megan, she was so beautiful even in her big frumpy pajamas. "Dad says it's called a Klik Klak," Megan explained, "There's sheets and blankets in the closet." "Thanks," I said my eyes drifting to her breasts. "Well, good night," she said seeming to blush a bit. As she turned to leave I grabbed hold of her hand "Megan wait," I said, "I don't want to forget what happened." Then I kissed her. I had kissed girls before, but this was different this was so much better. Her lips were so soft and warm again my own. She broke the kiss then looked me in the eyes, and before I knew it I found her lips locked against mine again. We kissed for what seemed like hours,and I found myself wishing it would never end. When we finally broke apart, we simply stood there staring at one another. It was Megan that finally spoke, "I can't believe we just did that." "Me neither," I replied sporting a huge grin. We stood there for several minutes just holding each other. Then finally she kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I better head to bed." "You're probably right," I said releasing my arms from around her back. Megan smiled as she turned away, "Goodnight." she said. "Goodnight," I replied closing the door behind her. I collapsed on the bed, the memory of her lips touching mine still very clear in my mind. * * * * * I didn't sleep too well that night. My body was still very foreign and I just couldn't get comfortable. Every time I changed positions my new breasts or my hips, not to mention the ears and horns atop my head, seemed to get in the way. I finally resolved myself to lying on my back and after quite a while I drifted off to sleep. I don't remember much about my dreams but I seem to remember a lot of angry people screaming at me. I think my mom might have been there too. The rest was a big blur, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the night feeling really freaked out. In the morning, I woke up to find myself in a strange place. The memories of the previous day were temporarily forgotten in the cloud of my drowsiness. I reached up to rub my eyes, and in so doing my hand brushed against something sticking out of my chest. I looked down and I freaked. I screamed like the girl that I now was. I don't know how long I kept it up, but after a stinging blow to my face I came to my senses and found Allison and Megan standing over me. All my memories from the previous day came flooding down on me like a wave. "Oh, god," I muttered. "It really happened." I let myself drown in my self pity and anguish for a few moments then I pushed it aside, "Who slapped me?" I asked rubbing my jaw. "That would be me," Allison volunteered a bit guiltily. "Thanks, I needed it." I replied. "Don't mention it," she replied giving me a quizzical look. "Jim are you alright?" Megan put in. "Fine, just woke up and sort of freaked." I replied, "What with the new hardware and all." "Just don't do that again, ok?" Megan said relief evident on her face, "It scared me." "It scared me, too," I said a wry grin beginning to form on my face. "Well, since you're up," Allison put in, "Uncle John is making chocolate ebleskivers for breakfast." "They're Danish pancakes," she added after catching my blank look. "Sounds great," I said, "I'll be right down." After excusing herself Allison left the room, and I was once again left alone with Megan. "You look nice," I said giving her a peck on the lips. "You look miraculous," Megan replied, "I could never look that good when I first woke up." "Really?" I said feeling pleased by her complement. "Definitely," she said returning my kiss. "Hey are you two coming or not," said poking her head from around the side of the door. "Yeah, we'll be down in a second," Megan replied a bit irritably. "Well, I guess we better go," I said wryly. "I guess so," Megan replied. And with that we both made our way downstairs. The ebleskivers were done cooking by the time Megan and I had made our way downstairs. They looked a lot like a cream puff, but tasted more like a cross between a popover and a pancake and they were covered in powdered sugar. We had bacon and orange juice to complement the meal. After breakfast we took turns showering when my turn came I found much to my distress that Allison had taken it upon herself to brief me on a few feminine hygiene basics. After a one of the most awkward conversations I had ever had with a casual acquaintance. I hopped in the shower. First I soaped my body using Megan's body soap she said I could use. When I got down near my vulva I stopped. I traced my hand over the very foreign body part. Feeling first along the slit then outward. I moved onto my breasts. They seemed massive when I looked down at them, but I knew from looking at the mirror, that they weren't nearly as huge as they seemed. I cupped them with my hands gently caressing them. They felt so foreign, but the way they felt when I caressed them was unbelievable. Once, I had finished with my breasts I continued to wash myself. I cleaned my vulva the way Allison had instructed me then I moved on to my hair. It was pretty wet by then so I just poured some shampoo into my hand and began lathering it into my hair. It took quite a bit more shampoo than I was used to, and it took a lot more work to get the suds out. Once done I repeated the process and then I was just about to turn off the water when I spotted the bottle of conditioner. I'd never used the stuff before, but for some reason I felt a strong urge to use it. So I reached for it. I followed the instructions and I was soon out of the shower. I dried myself off and worked to dry my hair the best I could. Then I reached for the clothes I had been given. First I put on the pair of panties from the package Allison had gotten me the day earlier. Then I reached for the jeans I had been given. They were definitely of a feminine cut, but looked to be pretty old. They must have belonged to Megan's mom before she had passed away. Then I grabbed the shirt it was a bright pink t-shirt that had been given to Megan by a well meaning elderly relative. Megan, who detested the color pink, had never worn it. I looked down at myself, not even remotely satisfied. So I morphed the clothing. I morphed the shirt into a violet tank top with spaghetti straps, to match my hair, and the jeans I morphed into a pair of form fitting black low-rise jeans. The excess material I used to form a built- in bra in my shirt and a pair of socks that matched my top. Once dressed I yanked my hair irritably out of my shirt then, I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I found myself facing Allison. She took one look at me and let out an annoyed sigh. "You didn't comb your hair did you?" she said irritably. Before I could reply she directed me back into the bathroom and pushed me in front of the mirror. Pulling a comb out of drawer she proceeded to comb my hair starting at the tips and working her way up. "Did you use conditioner?" she asked. When I replied in the affirmative she spoke, "Good, just remember to always use it. It helps keep long hair from tangling. Shampoo takes all the moisture out of your hair, conditioner adds it back. Combing after showering helps prevent tangling, too. Make sure you use a wide-tooth comb and not a brush." "All right, professor," I replied sarcastically, "Thank you for the lecture. Can I go now?" "Yes, just remember what I said," she said. "Okay," I mumbled then left Allison standing alone in the bathroom. I walked down the hall and made my way down the stairs and found Megan sitting on the loveseat in the front room. "I think your cousin takes things a bit overboard." I stated. "Why what did she do now?" Megan asked. I explained what had just occurred and Megan started to laugh, "Her personality changed a lot after her twist. She can be a huge pain sometimes." I sat down beside Megan and grabbed her hand, "Why is she visiting if you and her don't get along?" I asked. "I'm sorry that's none of my business." I added. "That's okay," she replied, "After everything I've witnessed happening to you, I don't think there's anything I couldn't share with you. She's here because her parents are on some sort of cruise and they had no one else to dump her off on." "Parents, at least she still has hers," I muttered bitterly. Megan gripped my hand more tightly, "I'm sorry if what I said upset you." "No," I said, "That's all right. I'm just been sensitive since my twist." Megan smiled sympathetically, "You have a right to be. I know I'd be upset as hell. I think you're handling it pretty well." "Thanks," I said, "I need to talk to mom, make her understand..." I muttered, "It's not something I can control. It's just who I am. I thought she'd know that." Megan jumped up, pulling me up with her, "Let's go," she said. "What?" I balked, "No we can't!" "Look Jim, you need to confront her. You need to know for sure if she's really wants nothing to do with you. She's had all night to think about it maybe she regrets what she did." I shook my head, "You don't know her like I do. She's so damn stubborn she'll never admit she was wrong. Not even over something like this." Megan sighed, "Then at least go and try and get some of your stuff. You need clothes, and with your trick you should be able to salvage your old boy clothes." I'm not sure what made me do it, but I finally relented, "Fine, I said, "but we're leaving if things get too hairy." "Agreed," she said. * * * * * We left after grabbing a roll of plastic garbage bags. The ride to my mother's house was the longest of my life. Logic told me that it was only a few minutes, but it seemed like much longer. By the time, we reached the house, I was so nervous, that I almost told Megan to turn the car around, but after a reconsidering I forced myself to get out of the car and walk to the door. I was surprised to find my car sitting in the driveway. Mom must have had somebody bring it home with the extra keys. Upon reaching the door, I hesitated for a moment, then I grabbed Megan's hand for support and rung the bell. A few moments passed by then the door swung open. Much to my surprise, it was not my mother who answered the door, it was my aunt Lily who I hadn't seen for a number of years. "You! What do you want?" she sneered. I bit my lips then clenched my teeth, "I've come for my belongings." I said defiantly. Aunt Lily laughed mockingly, "You have a lot of nerve. After, what you've done." "What I've done! You think I wanted to get turned into this!" I said grabbing hold of my breasts. I forced my anger down, then said "Look, just let me talk to mom. Then I'll leave if she don't like what I have to say. I promise." Lily hesitated for a moment, then the choice was taken away from her as mom appeared at the door. "What the hell do you want?" she said angrily. "I'm just trying to understand. I'm still Jim beneath all this," I said motioning at my breasts. "I just want you to say it'll be all right. I want you to say you still love me." "Love you?" she spat, "I can't love that and you..." she trailed off tears beginning to form, "You are not Jim. He's dead." "But Mom," I said nearly in tears myself. "NO!" she screamed, "Go away! Go somewhere you're wanted. Go live with your freak father." "My father? I don't even know who he is!" I yelled back at her. "Liar!" she growled, "I found my yearbook taped inside your chair!" she said storming off. I followed her and confronted her inside the house. "All these years," I said, "You could have told me. At least then I would have been prepared. I would have know that I was twisted!" I screamed. "I had to hide it," she snarled, "I was trying to keep you from ending up like your father." "What kind of sense does that make," I said throwing my arms out, "It obviously didn't work." "Because you asked too many questions," she said poking her finger into one of my breasts. "Look at you, you're an even bigger freak than he is." Frustrated I tried changing tactics. "That boy in the yearbook, Harry Turow, is my father." I said making it a statement of fact, "Where is he now? Why did he leave?" Mother laughed bitterly, "He left after he had his twist. Had I known he was twisted I never would have let him touch me. You never would have been born." I gritted my teeth, "But where is he now?" I asked again. "How the hell should I know?" she spat. Sighing, I spoke, "Is there any chance that you will ever want me" I wasn't even able to finish before mother interrupted me. "No!" she said vehemently, "I don't want anything to do with you! Get out of my house!" Suddenly I found Megan's hand within my own again. I hadn't even realized she had followed me when I had gone running after mother. I squeezed her hand and she in turn did likewise. "Fine," I said forcing the tears back, "Just let me gather some of my things and I'll leave. You'll never see me again if I can help it." My mother didn't answer. So I took her silence as an affirmative. With Megan in tow, I went to my room. Megan pulled out the garbage bags, and we began throwing my clothes in them. I was a boy, so I didn't have a lot of clothes about a weeks worth and a set of dress clothes for special occasions so my closet and drawers where empty in a matter of minutes. I grabbed a few other things, my stamp collection, all my money, and all my gaming stuff and I was ready to go. As I was about to leave I grabbed my extra set of keys that were sitting on my dresser as an afterthought. We met no resistance as we left. Mom just stared at us, and Aunt Lily let out quite a few curses at me, but she made no attempt to block our departure. Once out the door I headed straight for Megan's car. Just as I as reaching for the door, I looked back and noticed something hanging out of the trash can from under the lid. Without saying a word I walked over to the dumpster and flipped the lid open. Inside I found a binder labeled"Jim's baby book". With tears running down my face I grabbed the book and went straight for Megan's car. Megan put her hand on my shoulder once we were inside the car. "I'm sorry, " she said, "I shouldn't have pushed you to come." "It's okay," I muttered, "I needed that." Megan smiled sadly putting her hand on my shoulder then she started up her car and we were on our way. We had our first glimmer of what was to come a few blocks away from Megan's house. It happened at a stop light. The car beside us was an old Jeep, it belonged to a classmate of ours, Jeff Goldwin. Without even thinking about it I