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The Rise of Miss. Hyde By Argus Part 2 Cool echoes reverberated reverently inside the church, as soft summer sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, painting the interior in soothing pastel shades. Usually the old church was a place of serenity; of holy calm and a familiar anchor to saner times. It should have been a tranquil scene, but the figure who sat chewing his lip nervously on the old wooden pews was far from calm. He wore his inner struggles upon his face and even the reassuring weight and history of the stone building around him brought no true comfort. Wringing his hands guiltily, Malcolm Jones sighed and looked around. How many times had he sat here? As a youth he'd endured the long boring church services and as an adult and a valuable member of the community, he'd sat many a time to hear a long winded sermon. At times he'd hated this place, but right now he was glad of it. He needed to speak to someone, someone he trusted, someone familiar. Both of Malcolm's parents were dead, but Father Antolia had always been there for him. He'd been Malcolm's priest for all of his life and in this time of trouble he needed the comforting reassurance to give him strength. Father Antolia was a kindly, white-haired old man. He exuded wisdom and his soft blue eyes always seemed so knowledgeable as if he could see a secret joke that no one else could. He had served the community faithfully for many years, surely he would understand the 'dilemma' that Malcolm was in... surely he would be able to help him? Standing up with sudden resolve, he shuffled down the faded red carpet to the alter and glanced around. The church felt empty, abandoned.. where could the good Father be? Noticing the side door was ajar he stepped slowly into the sunshine, his feet crunching on the gravel path that wound slowly through the grassy graveyard. Tall oak trees swayed gently in the breeze sending dappled shadows across the graves of those long dead. The graveyard was secluded and private, visible only from the back of the church and Malcolm wondered if the Father had gone for a brief walk to stretch his legs? He began to follow the path, his feet almost magnetically drawn further into the ranks of the dead. He rounded a corner and entering the most secluded part of the graveyard, shrunk close to a crumbling stone cross as he caught a glimpse of a white haired head bobbing up and down amongst the stones. Curious, he crept closer, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld an unholy scene. Where the path ended, just underneath the swaying trees, were a series of tumbled gravestones. They lay discarded and overgrown and had left a small pleasant clearing, in which a more modern stone had been carefully erected. Standing behind this gravestone, his trousers around his ankles and his usually benign face stretched into a moan of helpless pleasure, stood Father Antolia. His underwear around his skinny ankles, the elderly Priest was bucking and thrusting forward, his hips jerking as he gasped and groaned with ecstasy. His wrinkled hands were gripping something in front of him as he moved, something soft and white. Moving round to see better, Malcolm's mouth dropped open in sheer horror as he beheld what Father Antolia was doing. Her white stockinged legs spread apart, black heels dug deep into the grass to steady her, a girl was bent over the gravestone, her ass high in the air and her tartan school skirt bunched up round her waist. Father Antolia was sunk deep into her, his hands on her sexy hips, gripping her creamy flesh as he slid in and out of her... deeper and deeper. "Ohhhh fuck me Father, I've been such a bad girl... you need to fuck me harder to teach me my lesson. Mmmmh, how does that tight little pussy feel?" moaned a wanton voice as Antolia grunted and intensified his actions, hot wet slaps filling the empty graveyard as the girl wiggled her perfect ass and with a satisfied giggle pushed her tight wet pussy back further onto the straining priest. "Yes, that's good, that's soooo fucking good Father..." His heart beating in his chest, feeling a reeling horror as all of the certainties he'd ever held onto collapsed, Malcolm slowly moved round so he could see the girl. She was bent right over the gravestone, her big tits hanging over the other side as she rubbed and groped them with her manicured hands. Her head was hanging down, dark silky hair covering her face, till with a squealing moan she began to raise it so he could see her features clearly. As he watched, to his own horror, Malcolm felt only one emotion... jealousy. This situation was so wrong, so twisted, but all he could think about was how much he wished it could be him bent over that stone getting pumped by the priest. Then the girl finished raising her head fully to meet his and as she smiled, Malcolm looked straight into the wicked blue eyes of Holly Hyde. "Mmmmh, come inside me," she giggled. To the Priest it was the signal he had been waiting for as he began to groan and buck, but to Malcolm it was an invitation too tempting to ignore. The world shifted around him as he felt his body change. At once he could feel cool stone against his tiny waist as his perfect breasts bounced up and down and the horny priest behind him plunged deeper and deeper between his wet legs. Every thrust brought him closer to orgasm as his soft pink mouth parted in pleasure and he giggled, encouraging the dirty Father to fuck him harder. As Malcolm gave himself to the amazing slutty feelings he wanted so badly he began to explode with pleasure, even as the Priest also began to explode within him, sending warm pulses through his perfect sex bomb body. "Ooooooh I love it," screamed Malcolm his head thrashing wildly. As his eyes rolled and he felt himself begin to pass out from the intensity, he caught sight of the gravestone in front of him. Even upside down the lettering was clear and easy to read. "R.I.P Malcolm Jones." *** *** "Noooo!" With a gasp Malcolm awoke, and sat bolt upright. His heart was hammering and he felt aroused and horny. Next to his head, the alarm clock yammered insistently as he tossed back the sweaty sheets and groaned. He felt awful, his body ached all over and even the dim light of the bedroom sent painful swirls throbbing through his temples. His hands crept down to his cock, the vivid sensations of the dream were still fresh in his mind. It would feel so good just to stroke it a few times, let out all that tension. He pumped it, hearing Holly's hot wet moans in his mind . "Oooooh, fuck," he gasped as he dirtied himself. As he looked down at himself, he wondered what Holly's big creamy globes would look like covered with cum, maybe dripping down from her hot mouth to land all over her massive cleavage... "Damn it, get your head straight man, this is wrong!" He was getting aroused again, he had to stop thinking about it. Staggering out of the bed he stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the ageing yellow light above the mirror. For a moment he half expected the face in the mirrors to be Holly's, but to his relief it was his own. He looked terrible, blood shot eyes, pale skin, damp sweaty hair, the effects of the transformation yesterday and a lack of sleep had conspired to leave him shattered and weary. He looked at the clock and ran his hands through his lank hair. Had it only been this time yesterday that he had gotten up early to try that damn Elixer? If only he hadn't been such a fool! He supposed he could phone in sick again, especially looking and feeling so bad, but perhaps it would be better to keep busy and stay focused. He turned on the creaky shower and waited as the pipes rumbled. Stepping into the cold water felt refreshing and made him feel purer and more human. The moment was soon lost as he began to idly fantasize about what it would be like to shower in Holly's horny body; soap and water dripping down her soft skin as she touched her boobs and brought the shower head down to her naughty little coochie... Stepping quickly out, to banish such lewd thoughts, he towelled off and turned on the extractor to clear the air. Entering his tiny kitchen, he quickly brewed himself an extra strong coffee and knocking it back wiped his mouth with a satisfied gasp. "Oh, that's much better." He dressed quickly and grabbing his satchel hesitated for a moment. On the table where he'd left them yesterday were the original formula book and the diary that Holly had stolen. He would need to destroy them to overcome temptation, doing it at school might be easier, he could put them in the furnace. Dropping them into his satchel, he put on the alarm and left the house. *** *** "Ah Mr. Jones, you look awful. Are you sure you're feeling well enough to be back?" asked Doreen on reception, with genuine concern as the harassed teacher walked in. "We weren't expecting you for a few days yet, though I'm glad you're returned. We got a new girl yesterday and she's a real trouble maker. You should have seen how she was dressed!" "Ah, I'll have to look out for her Doreen," muttered Malcolm as casually as he could manage without appearing suspicious. This was a topic of conversation he certainly didn't want to pursue, so he quickly began to walk off, calling over his shoulder as he went. "I'm feeling okay thanks, thought I'd just soldier on and come in. See you later!" Walking off he felt a blush of embarrassment at how he'd behaved the other day. Doreen was a lovely lady and he'd acted like a spoilt slut just because she'd rightly told him off as Holly. As he retraced the steps he'd made yesterday as a girl, it felt strange to walk the school corridors again, this time as a man. He doubted he would get stared at much by boys today! Why did that thought disappoint him so? Entering his classroom he sighed at the mess. The supply teacher had let the class do whatever they wanted. Chairs had been left out, paper was on the floor and worst of all gum was stuck to the bottom of the desks. He knew that of course since he'd stuck several pieces there himself! He couldn't believe how badly he'd acted, but at the time it had seemed so cool and deliciously naughty to do it. He began tidying the room. "Ah Malcolm, Doreen said you'd come in," boomed an affable voice from the door as Principal Ferry unexpectedly strode in and sat on the edge of one of the desks. "I just thought I'd see how you were doing, glad to see you back in, we appreciate it. Actually I wanted to see you about something. I know you were off yesterday and thus not up to speed, but I'm a little concerned about a new girl that started yesterday. Holly Hyde. She's been assigned to your class. We're having a little problem working out where she came from. We have an entry for her, but Linda my P.A swears she never put it in. I'd like you to send her to my room when she arrives, I need to have a chat with her, clear a few details up." He shook his head and frowned. "Odd, very odd. Anyway, let me know when she arrives!" Malcolm's smile lasted until the Principal left the room, then it dropped from his face. Shit! People were starting to ask awkward questions. Of course Holly Hyde wouldn't ever be coming back to school, but how would he explain that she didn't actually exist? The school wouldn't be able to overlook a pupil just vanishing like that, it was bound to bring trouble down. Sitting at his desk he rubbed his face tiredly. Why couldn't he think? He was too tired... if only he could get some sleep. He glanced at his watch. Half an hour till lesson time yet, plenty of time to come up with a way out of this mess! He leant back in his soft comfortable leather chair, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to think. It was so hard. The room was warm and as his heavy body sank into the chair, his head started to nod tiredly. Had to think... had to think... had to think... He awoke, with a jolt... he'd nodded off! Half an hour was gone and he was out of time. With a drrrrring, the school bell suddenly rang, but to his surprise nothing happened. Usually the students would begin to rush into school, bursting and bustling down the corridors in a cacophony of noise. But but today he could hear nothing, there was only silence. He walked to the window and was about to open his door when a sudden noise caused him to spin around with a gasp. "Morning... sir," came a slutty giggle from the front desk As if from thin air a student had appeared. He'd always had this... naughty fantasy about cheerleaders, and now with her hair tied in pigtails and squeezed into a tight school cheerleading uniform, Holly Hyde smiled and uncrossed her long smooth legs. Chewing bubble gum, she blew a big wet pop and grinned deviously at the startled teacher as she flicked back her hair and blew him a kiss. "No... how can you be here? I'm still dreaming. This is another nightmare." "Hmmm, I prefer to think of it as a 'wet' dream," purred Holly. "What do you want?" stammered Malcolm as the sexy girl rose slowly from her seat, smoothing down her extremely short dress and stretching confidently. She examined her long nails for a moment then looked at him with a wicked smile. "It isn't what I want. It's what we want... or rather what you want. You want to become me again," Malcolm backed against the wall as his alter ego slowly approached, purring as she rubbed her boobs and ran sexy hands over her hot body. "Mmmmh, you want this body soooo badly. You want to have my big boobs on your chest and feel my hair around your face and to be a bad, bad girl who can get whatever she wants. Set me free Malcolm, I'll take care of everything." Looking at Holly, Malcolm realised how jealous he was feeling. She was right. He did want to be her right now. He could barely look at her perfect body, it was so frustrating to see it and know how good it felt to be inside it. Wouldn't it be better to be looking out of those slutty blue eyes, to allow her corrupt wicked mind to take over his own? He wanted her so bad... he wanted the power! "Mmmh, that's right baby. You know you want me. You already are me... all you have to do is give in and set me free!" Sinking to her knees in front of Malcolm, Holly licked her slutty pink lips and reached over, slowly unzipping his fly. He gripped the wall and didn't even resist as she looked up at him sexily and giggling began to take charge. "Wh..what are you doing?" he groaned as she slipped a slender hand into his pants and carefully pulled out his dick. Her tiny hand looked so hot wrapped round his throbbing shaft, the French tipped nails white against the pink flesh as she slowly began to work her cool fingers up and down, causing it to swell and grow even more rapidly. "Mmmmh, I'm going to help you relax Malcolm. Just relax and let me take control... doesn't it feel good? Let me put it into my mouth, I want to suck it soooo bad." He groaned as with a wet slurp she slowly sank her lips around his dick and gurgling began to slowly bob her head up and down. It felt fantastic! He'd never had a blowjob before and Holly made it feel soooo amazing. It was as if she knew how to pleasure every inch of his body... then he realised that she did know because she was him. Holly slid her hands round his back and used them for leverage as she sank her sexy head even deeper onto his dick. She was sucking and licking every inch, her head moving faster and faster and her warm, wet mouth felt so fantastic. Looking down he gritted his teeth and groaned. Fuck she looked so hot down on the floor sucking him off. He wanted it to be him down there... he wanted to be the one in control... it wasn't fair. "Ahhhh, yesss baby. I can feel your thoughts," gasped Holly breaking off with a wet slurp, "Give in... become me, you want it... you need it." She resumed her sucking. The more jealous he felt, the greater it felt, he was so aroused... he needed it so badly now. Grabbing Holly's head he began to work it on his dick, groaning and gasping. "Yesss, ohhh Holly, I want to be you sooo bad. Take me... I need you, please take me!" He began to cum and he heard her moan with satisfaction as she gulped and sucked it all down. The pleasure was too much, his head span and he felt himself falling... falling. "Mmmmhh, good boy... it's time to do it for real! Unleash me, we're going to have such fun..." Moments later, Malcolm's eyes flicked open and with a groan he came to his senses. He was in his chair, back in his classroom the leather beneath him was hot and he was more aroused than he had ever felt in his life. The bell was about to ring for the first lesson, he needed to be quick, but he wanted it badly now and nothing would stop him. Staggering upright, he ran over to his cupboard and pulled open the door. The apparatus from the science labs was still inside and next to it, half a vial of pink liquid from yesterday... the remains of the distilled batch he had drunk. Feverishly, he grabbed it and sniffed it. "Ooooh yes," he groaned the wonderful smell of lust filling his mind and making him think of Holly and all the naughty things she was going to make him do. "I shouldn't do this... that slut has gotten into my head, I shouldn't be doing this," he groaned but his common sense was being overridden by lust and he eagerly drank the Elixer. "Ohhh fuck, I need it I WANT IT!" he screamed, falling to the floor and groaning as he started to change. Wet squelches and cracks filled the air as his shirt ripped and his breasts expanded, hair and fingernails lengthening as the horny teacher rubbed his body and gave into the corruption. "Ooooh fuck, it feels so good to become a slutty girl, I LOVE IT!" she screamed, her face changing fully into Holly's as with swelling gasps and pops she completed her transformation. Standing slowly up and shedding Malcolm's clothes, Holly laughed and touched herself with glee. "Yessss, that's so much better. Hmm, I better find some clothes and fast... the fun is about to begin." *** *** Examining his computer, Principal Jason Ferry shook his head. This Holly Hyde girl was a complete mystery to him. Where had she come from? What was she doing here? He'd tried ringing both contact numbers on her file and discovered they were disconnected. The address given was for a currently empty home and there was no paper trail to follow. He'd tried ringing various services to track her down. She was eighteen years old for goodness sake, she must have been to other schools, other places... but he couldn't find anything. It was as if before yesterday she didn't exist. So how was there a record for her? Why had Linda left him a note, which she now denied ever writing? He needed answers. Hearing the familiar buzz of his intercom, the Principal pressed the button and listened as Linda came onto the line. "Principal Ferry... I have a, errrr, student... Holly Hyde. She says Mr. Jones sent her to see you. Shall I send her in?" His face brightened and he smiled. At last! Now he could get some answers and find out about this enigmatic girl. "Yes! Send her right in and I don't wish to be disturbed." Adjusting his tie and making sure he looked suitably imposing and impressive, he leant back in his chair and steepled his fingers. He found it made him look more intellectual and knowing that way. The door to his office opened and a girl stepped in confidently. But to call her a girl was probably inaccurate. A sexpot, a goddess, a cocktease would have been a better description. His eyes widened slowly as Holly Hyde strutted across the room and plopped herself down in front of him. He'd never seen anything so deliciously disgraceful. For a start, her school uniform looked about two sizes two small. Her large breasts jiggled as she walked and seemed to bursting out of the seams of her blouse. As she bent over slightly to pull out the chair, he could see a perfect view of her deep sexy cleavage and tight little ass and felt himself stiffen slightly. Her hair was arranged artfully around her head, tied up with clips and long dangly earrings dripped from her small white lobes. Her tiny waist was exposed temptingly, the small miniskirt beneath it barely covering her lap and revealing a pair of bright pink panties. As she looked at him with her deceptively innocent blue eyes, she played with a lollipop in her wicked mouth, licking it with her small pink tongue and working it between her glossy lips. Her smooth thighs glistened sexily, the creamy flesh offset by the tight, black knee high boots she was wearing on her feet. She smiled hotly and stretched forward. "Mmmmh, you wanted to see me Principal?" He gasped! Never before had any student dared to enter his office in such a way! He felt anger and rage building in him at the effrontery of this slut... then suddenly he became aware of a smell. It was heady and hot and it made his head spin. To his embarrassment he started to realise he was aroused... terribly aroused. His heart was pounding and he became painfully aware that it was months since he had last had sex with a woman. He'd fallen out with his wife some time ago and it had been a very dry time for him recently. "Is something that matter Principal Ferry?" asked Holly innocently, looking at him with big wide eyes. "Errr, I... errr... oh yes. I wanted to officially welcome you to our school and errr," he faltered his eyes dropping down to Holly's chest. God, she was beautiful. Did she even realise the effect she was having? He would give anything to just touch those breasts, to squeeze them once. He didn't know why, but Holly reminded him of his sons girlfriend Shelly. She was probably about the same age as this tart... and just like her, there was something so hot about the way Shelly dressed. Boots and mini-skirts, just like this little hottie. He'd had all these naughty fantasies about her, suddenly they were flowing into his mind as he examined Holly. What was wrong with him? "Why thank you... Jason. I really enjoyed my time here yesterday, you're such a good Principal. I bet you know how to keep your students happy." As she spoke, Holly uncrossed her legs and pretended to brush some dust from her thigh. "You don't mind if I call you Jason do you?" The Principal was lost in erotic thoughts, his mind turning to mush as Holly's scent filled the room and she stood slowly up and moved around the desk. "I want to help you Jason. I know why you asked me to come. You're worried about where I come from, who I am? I don't have the correct documents do I? Well you're going to help me by changing that. You'll use your influence to forge or make whatever documents I need to prove I'm a proper student here." Lowering herself slowly into his lap, she stroked his face and placed his hand on her boobs, allowing him to touch and grope them. Jason groaned, his mouth slack as he stared deep into Holly's eyes. "Tell me your fantasy Jason... let me help you. Being a Principal is such a stressful job, you need to relax," purred Holly. "I... I... want to fuck my sons girlfriend," croaked Jason as Holly stood up and smiled. Walking to the end of his desk she sat on it and looked hotly at him. "Imagine I'm her Jason. Mmmmh, your son is out at the shops. He won't be back for hours. I'm lonely and soooo horny. I've been watching you. It's you I want, the real man, not your wimpy son. I've never felt the touch of a real man and I want you to take me. I need you to fuck me, to make me a woman. It turns me on to know that your wife and my boyfriend will never know we're about to do it on the family sofa... ooooh, come on baby, now's your chance." As she spoke, Holly slipped a slender hand into her panties and began to rub, using her free hand to slip a boob out and slowly rub the nipple. It rapidly stood to attention and she groaned, even as Jason's dick swelled to it's full length as she spoke. The smell of sex filled the small room, Holly's scent overwhelming Jason as he stood up and slipped his cock out of his pinstripe trousers. The room seemed to be swimming and Holly was the only thing he could focus on as he advanced towards her and she purred with satisfaction. Seeing the effect her words had had on Principal Ferry had made Holly incredibly wet. She was excited and horny, she needed it badly now. She wondered what it would really feel like to get fucked? Better than her fantasies, or not as satisfying? As she turned over and stuck her ass in the air, she bit a lip with concern for a moment, but then her eyes widened and she groaned with pleasure as Jason Ferry pushed into her, spreading her perfect pussy and sinking deep into her. She was soooo wet there was no need for lubricant and she gripped the desk and moaned as he began to pump her, each jolt sending wonderful sensations throbbing into being. "Ohhh yes, you're so much better than your son," she moaned continuing the role play. "I love it! Fuck me, I need you, mmmmh deeper!" The Principal grabbed her big boobs from behind and squeezed hard causing Holly to squeal in ecstasy. This was so fucking hot, she was getting banged for the first time in the Principal's office and she was loving every moment. The intercom on the Principals desk was flashing, but the two lovers ignored it as with wet slapping sounds Jason pounded Holly and she screamed wildly. "Oooh Jason, you're so amazing! I love how you fuck my tight little pussy. Doesn't it feel good baby? Mmmmmhh." Soon Holly was coming and she felt Jason start to gasp. "Uuugh I can't take much more." Pulling out, she turned quickly around and sinking to her knees began to pump his cock with her hand, giggling as he began to explode over her pretty face and she licked up every last drop. Just as Malcolm had fantasised, she allowed the white cream to drip down her face and over her big boobies, rubbing it in and sighing with satisfaction. "Mmmmh, oooh. That was amazing baby, I loved it! It was even better than my fantasies. It feels so good to have a cock inside me, I can't wait to try it again... mmmmh, maybe even somewhere else." Jason blinked and looked around uncertainly as the slut below him luxuriated in her wickedness. His arousal spent, sense began to return to him. What had he done? He felt burning shame as Holly stood slowly up and began re-ordering her uniform. "Wh... what happened?" he stuttered. "Shhh, don't worry baby. It will be our little secret. Of course, we wouldn't want anyone to ever find out... that would be very bad. Look at the mess you made down my front, I've got your semen all over my blouse. Tsk, that stuff is really hard to get out. It would be a shame if someone found this top and asked awkward questions. Of course, I'd never let them find out about my favourite Principal and me. If I did, I'd have to tell them about his perverted fantasies about his sons girlfriend." Principal Ferry turned white as he began to realise the position he'd put himself in. At the same time he still felt lust for this girl, there was something about her... something that made him want to please her, to obey her. He nodded hurriedly. "Of course Holly... you're right. What was it you wanted again...? Oh yes, don't you worry about a thing. A few phonecalls and I'm sure we'll be able to sort your school record out. Nobody will bother you anymore, believe me!" "Oh thank you Jason, you're so wonderful. You don't mind if I take the rest of the day off do you? I have things to do and since Mr. Jones has been such a sweetheart, I think you should let him out of school too! Neither of us will be in for the rest of the day. See you later... baby." *** *** Strutting out of school in her stolen boots, Holly laughed and hugged herself giddily. That had been soooo hot. She was glad she'd taken the time to raid Bree and Deven's locker this morning, they should have been more careful with their combinations yesterday. Inside she'd found plenty of slutty spare clothing in order to make herself up. She had felt so hot as slipped back into female clothing, it was soooo much better than boring male clothes. Well, everything was going smoothly. She'd easily been able to corrupt Malcolm's mind using his dreams and made him want to become her, the Principal was now under her control and now she had the rest of the day to do as she pleased. Before leaving she'd set the distillery back up so that several new vials of Elixer would be ready when she needed them. It was time to start doing some forward planning. Waiting at the bus stop, Holly played idly with Malcolm's credit card in her manicured hand. She would spend the rest of the day shopping and buying what she needed for her new life. It was time she got her own wardrobe rather than borrowing other peoples. "Mmmmh, it's going to be so delicious slowly destroying my old life and replacing it with this one." As the bus idly trundled its way into town, Holly flicked idly through the diary of her counterpart from a century ago. She was interested to know how much longer she would need to wait until she could take complete control of her and Malcolm's joined lives. "Hmmm, what's this?" she suddenly frowned as she found an entry she'd missed last time. "Dear Diary. She has almost gotten complete control of me, but I have one last recourse left. I am working on a new Elixir. My pure Elixir will be an antidote to my base and corrupted Elixer! It will lock my body in my male form and remove the terrible temptation to change back by rendering me immune to the first damnable potion forever. The calculations are difficult and not for the layman. If only mankind had invented devices that could run numbers quickly, but I must spend night after night with my slide rule and paper as I try to make the equations balance. I include the base sums here, though they are far from complete and only a scientist of calibre could hope to unlock them. The danger lies in my alter ego. If I should slip and become her, she could take my Elixir and with a few small changes use it to have the opposite effect. I would become locked as her forever, unable to change back into a man! I must work quickly before the urge to change back becomes too much and I am lost! Hopefully this will be my final entry before my salvation and the next time I write it will be as I once was!" Holly's eyes narrowed as she examined the passage. So... there was another Elixir. One that could make the change permanent for either herself or for Malcolm. Her lips curved into a cruel smile. If she could find the right person and manipulate them to her bidding, then her victory could be completed far sooner than she had even dreamed. "Too bad for you Malcolm... soon you'll be me forever and there's nothing you'll be able... or want to do, to stop me!" TO BE CONTINUED... A word from the author: Hi everyone. I just thought I'd say a quick word about this story and myself. I've only recently begun to write TG fiction, though I've been making captions for a long time. I'm looking forward to developing my style and improving my prose as at the moment I still feel like I'm thrashing around in the dark slightly, and being a relentless perfectionist would always like to do better. If things still feel a little rough in parts, that's probably why. I'm glad that people seemed to enjoy the first instalment of this story, though looking back at it, already there are things I would tweak. Once all the parts of the story are done, I may do a Redux version that brings it all together and makes a few aesthetic changes. I also like the idea that some people have touted of exploring the events surrounding the first diary and the mysterious author. However, there may be more revelations to come in that direction in this story, so I'll not ruin things now. I'm planning to wrap things up in the next and final instalment and bring it all together. I don't like series that drag on for too long and I'd also like to try writing some other stories using different ideas. I'm not sure how long it will be till I have the final part done, perhaps a bit longer this time. Thankyou to everyone who gave feedback and reviews on the first part, it was much appreciated. ARGUS