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Roommate Replacement 2: Cabin Fever by Everitt James Twenty year old Grover Tyson flexed his dark muscles in glimmer of the California sun. Not that California has a sun distinct from the rest of the solar system, but ever since he had moved into the area as a teen, he felt as if everything here was somehow different, changed in some miraculous way he couldn't quite describe. Sometimes this change would just creep on him. Something would be one way, but that California sun would hit it, then it'd never be the same. Fiona Adams Her name had permeated his mind for weeks now. He had worked as a senior guide at Golden Flowers summer camp for years, he had known of Fiona and her... boisterous friend Lily from while they were still campers. She was cute, sure, but it has always ended there. They had exchanged pleasantries, shared a few looks of disbelief when being chewed out by mad Queen Fleetsworth, but she had never stuck out in his mind. But now, his mind couldn't shake her. Something must have happened last winter, something so slight he didn't notice any change until the 3rd week of camp, but this was not the same Fiona Adams. Sure, her hair was unchanged, her body had the same curves, her subtle british accent was as astute at sarcasm as ever, but he had this new vitality to her now. He could tell it when he saw her creating arts & crafts with the campers. In years before, she had been precise and practical in her work. But now it was as if she had lost the hands of an engineer and gained the finger tips of an artist. Her art was sloppier now, less clean, but it bespoke passion. Grover never thought he'd fall in love over pottery, but that was precisely what happened. It wasn't pottery anymore, it was an extension of Fiona's luminance. It was this bright spirit that just enveloped Grover's head. He saw her face everywhere, her knowing smile hiding some marvelous secret that he yearned to know. She was suddenly unlike any other woman he had ever seen. If only Grover knew how right he was... across camp.... "OH GOD. HARDER FIONA! Give it me HARDER!" Lily screamed as the svelte figure of Fiona Adams thrusted her roommate in their cabin. The two were somehow locked together in bed, Fiona's pale slim body riding Lily's own luscious form. The skylight's moon beams illuminated their naked bodies, Lily's was glistening with sweat, Fiona's own torso seemed suspiciously dry. If you could get a good view of Fiona's miraculous erection and disappointing posterior, you'd notice it was a few shades darker than the rest of her body. However, this was hardly noticeable as Lily's moans were growing louder and louder. Her roommate suddenly stopped thrusting and coughed. "Babe, can't I take the mask off too?" Peter asked in his own masculine voice. In fairness, it could get pretty hot and muggy under the mask that transformed his unremarkable face into the prim beauty of Fiona Adams. "Shut up Peter, I'm fucking my sexy roommate." "But I am your sexy roommate." Peter whined to his girlfriend. "No, no, no, Fiona Adams, my eighteen year old BFF of forever, is my sexy roommate. That is whom I wish to fuck." Peter looked confused as Lily for a bit. This was a very usual sensation with Lily. "Then why did you have me take the gaff off?" Lily paused for a second to consider this. "Let's just call it a strap on, Fi. Now shut up and give it to me HARDER!" Peter smiled from under the incredible prosthetic, Lily was definitely insane, but he truly loved the way she saw the world. He coughed and put on his best imitation of Fiona's subtle English accent that she never lost after spending the first 8 years of her life in Bath. "Silly little Lily, why didn't you say so?" The two embraced in a mad rhythm, building up speed and intensity as their moans filled the cabin. Lily's aroused delight was matched by Peter's approximation of what he assumed Fiona would say in sexual moments. Lily was so aroused by the pulsing penetration of her roommate's 'strap-on' that she completely ignored Peter's screams of 'Smashing!' 'Good Show!' and 'Congratuwelldone!' She always gave him crap for it, but the way his mind worked did always amaze her. The two lovers pounded the creaky campfire bed until they had both climaxed in an astounding moment of BFF history. The pair collapsed onto Lily's well-ruffled bed. "Fiona, you are so much better at that than my doofus boyfriend." Lily sighed as she reclined in her bed, deeply satisfied. "I'll tell him you said that" Peter mumbled defensively. "You're such a dork." Lily smiled as she stretched her feminine curves. Peter kisses the vixen as he slipped into one of Fiona's old t-shirts, his breasts bouncing underneath in a way that still surprised Lily. He tried to slide Fiona's pink panties back on, but his not yet completely exhausted erection had other ideas. Lily giggled as she saw Peter's predicament. "Need a hand?" Lily teased as she lifted up the old Union Jack tee. "Maybe a bit of oral support?" "It might be time for some girl talk." Peter replied in Fiona's crisp voice. Peter was never very good at puns, but this was to be unexpected. Once again, Lily took matters into her own hands. But Peter's ecstasy was interrupted by a sudden banging on the door. "Open up! I know you're in there!" They recognized the shrill voice immediately: Fleetsworth. The enemy of all that was young, sexy, and mildly amusing. As hard Peter and Lily were pounding the night, Fleetsworth put them both to shame with her dread- inducing knocks. Frankly, it was surprising that the door wasn't falling off the hinges. It probably would in a few more moments. "Shit! Turn on the tv!" Lily yelled as she searched for her own panties and threw sheets to cover the mess of her bed. Peter grabbed the remote to restart a grisly slasher flick filled with the scream of young nubile women. The shrieks of terror could not compete to the increasingly powerful slam on the door. The situation had considerably killed the mood, allowing Peter to slip on Fiona's undergarment with the ease of weeks of practice. Lily had just finished tidying up as she turned to Peter who was putting on Fiona's bunny robe, slipping completely into character. "You ready babe?" "I'm your girl." Peter quipped as he plopped onto the couch, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. Lily smirked to herself as she unbolted the door just as Fleetsworth was preparing for another hit. The trickster put on her best innocent face, "Oh, hello Mrs. Fleetsworth. Did we have the movie up too loud again?" Mrs. Fleetsworth was a women of stocky portions and infinite impatience. When she took over the camp from Jim Flowers four years ago, she had closed half of the camp's programs for 'encouraging gluttony, sloth, and lust.' Now gluttony, sloth, and lust were three of Lily's favorite things. Needless to say, the two had never gotten along since that point. The camp administrator poked her mole-man face into the cabin door. "Where is he?" Fleetsworth's voice dripped with disdain as she scanned the room. From the other side of the couch, Peter smirked as he paused the film and turned to face the mad woman. "Peter moved out 6 weeks ago Mrs. Fleetsworth." Peter stated matter-of- factly as Fleetsworth, inviting herself in, began to look under beds and tables. "We were just watching Bloody Bloody Bleeders 3: Blood Donation." Lily nodded, barely keeping her laughter down as she saw that Peter's dick had found all the deceit pretty exciting and was now causing a bit of a buldge in Fiona's panties. Luckily, Mrs. Fleetsworth was too busy searching the bathrooms to see her target was right in front of her. Lily gestured to Peter who sighed with relief as he tightened the robe closed. The danger of what they were doing thrilled them both, Peter had already fooled the entire camp into thinking he was a different person that they had known since she was 9. What else could these fantastic masks do? Lily looked at the form of Mrs. Fleetsworth as the wrathful queen burst open closets always expecting to catch Peter Dean, sexual deviant. If only she knew how deviant he was. But Fleetsworth would never find the secret panel in the closet that hid all of the marvelous contraptions that turned a man into a lady. It also hid a very large box of condoms that would probably anger Fleetsworth even more. Lily's transcredible brain got to thinking, maybe with a little... padding, she could get in on all of the fun. She made a mental note to discuss the matter with Ginger Gil next time she stopped by to check on the 'facsimile Fiona'. "Miss Adams, Miss van Harte, where are you hiding that boy?" Fleetsworth stared them down, daring them not to crack. "I know what I heard tonight, it wasn't a film at all. Unless you were watching something homemade, hmm?" "You think I was watching a tape of my best friend and her boyfriend? Gross." Peter declared with as little of a smile as he could muster. "We were just watching a bunch of kids being chopped up by a raving psychopath, not some disgusting homemade videos. Ew." Peter was kind of over-doing it. Lily gave Peter a sideways glance, "I know you're convinced that Peter's right under your nose, but we all saw him leave after orientation. Why would he hide here when he was getting paid to work?" Peter tried to hide his laughter by shifting into into a yawn. Fleetsworth gave the room a final glance before looking down onto Lily. "You're never going to pull anything on me, Van Harte." And with that, the bludgeon of Golden Flowers left the room in a huff. The 'girls' waited a few seconds to ensure she was really gone before bolting the door again, After they peeled back the curtain to see that was really walking home, they finally relaxed. "It's always nice when Doris visits." Peter remarked in a low baritone, stripping out of the robe, tee, and panties as he headed towards the secret panel in the closet. "I was sure you were gonna blow it this time," Lily teased as Peter worked in the solvents to remove Fiona's face from his own. "Are our sex tapes really that disgusting?" "We have sex tapes?" Peter inquired as he removed the green contacts and false lashes. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I modified a teddybear nanny-cam to film us last year." "...So Sir Bearington?" "A sex spy of her majesty's secret service." Lily replied as she helped Peter remove the false torso. After she undid the corset that gave Peter his curves, Peter let out a breath of relief. "Man, I love having boobs, but I hate that thing. I'm gonna take a long shower. Wanna finish the movie when i'm out?" Lily stared at Peter, his arms and legs were spray-dyed a soft cream, but with his gaff, mask, and torso removed, his summer tan was showing. They should probably have Ginger give him a bit of a tan next time, he could only use the 'super-sunblock' excuse for so long. Only Peter would actually get invested enough in the four seconds he spent watching a diversion film to want to finish it. "Sure thing Pete. Glad you're back." "Feels good to be back, see you in a bit." Lily started to put away the disguise as Peter showered. She had stored everything else as she held the mask. It was so thin, she did not realize how much it varied in thickness and color until she had held it so closely. Maybe, just maybe... Lily sat in front of the closet mirror as she applied Fiona's face to her own. She opened her eyes to see that it just wasn't quite... right. When she squinted, maybe. but it was clear that the mask was fitted to Peter and as much as she's like to, she couldn't slip on a magical mask and turn into her roommate. Well, maybe not this mask... Lily added yet another to talk to Ginger about. She cleaned off the mask, took her own shower, and fell asleep in the arms of my man, watching a film about blood or something. This was the life. the next day... "Okay kiddos, that's enough finger painting for today. Time to wash up." Peter laughed to his youngest Arts & Crafts class. He was completely covered in the 'art' of the day-camp tykes that came once a week. As geeky Peter, he saw these kids as chaotic neutral monsters, but as Fiona, they had a sort of cuteness that made him smile despite how maddening they could get. But at last the day was over, Peter could head back to the cabin and relax away the stresses of the day with Lily. In the first weeks, he would remove all of his Fiona disguise immediately on getting home. The corset was tight and the latex blend felt strange in the summer heat. But Peter had gotten used to the tight grip of his new thinner waist. He had acclimated to how his skin felt under the false skin. He had even gotten used to walking into the ladies' restrooms and seeing Fiona's face in the mirror, though pulling down his gaff was still very tricky. He had become used to being Fiona. He stole her life, with her permission, and every moment was a thrill. He also enjoyed having breasts. So instead of stripping out when he returned to the cabin, Peter had a different idea. He took off the hiking boots (luckily his feet were Fiona's size as well), paint stained polo and khakis, ready to remove the mask when he looked up from the hiding spot onto Fiona's favorite floral print dress. It had remained unworn ever since she left for summer courses at Berklee. Peter decided that needed to change. 15 minutes later... Grover had finally finished a day of paperwork for Fleetsworth. He officially worked at the camp as a forest ranger, yet Fleetsworth had a way of forcing her subordinates to all the work for her. When someone can fire you, they tend to get away with such things. So Grover had wasted a beautiful day filling permit claims. He always wondered why Fleetsworth didn't just hire a notary, CPA, or lawyer to do all of this. He'd heard similar stories of over-compensation from other camp counselors and groundskeepers. Fleetsworth had the camp around her finger and nobody could stop her. All of this wore Grover out, he was too tired to cook in his own cabin, he was going to stop by the local cafeteria instead. It was a pathetic excuse for food, but it was quick. He walked into the cafeteria and stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting alone at a table was Fiona. Absently chewing on a carrot, twirling her short black hair in a dress that showed off her ample bosom. She didn't see him enter, she was lost in some amusing thought that brought a slight smile to her eyes. Grover knew he had to make his move. If he didn't take this chance to go and talk to this beauty right now she might be killed by pirates or something. That wasn't incredibly likely, but it could happen. He couldn't delay here. He had to walk up and say hello. Now or never. ...Grover decided he should at least get his food first. meanwhile... Peter was loving this. For the last month he had been Fiona at work and Peter at home (with a few memorable exceptions). Why waste an opportunity to see how the other half lives? He wouldn't have another chance after the summer ended. The thought almost depressed him, part of him wished this could go on forever. He was lost in thought as a low, but wavering voice spoke behind him, "Oh hey Fiona, fancy seeing you here." Peter turned around to see Grover Tyson. Grover was the youngest licensed park ranger in the history of Golden Flowers. He had earned it through perseverance and his incredible knowledge of the forests. He had grown up in Compton and took the woods as an escape from the stresses of city life. Grover had always been kind to Peter, but they were never close. Lily was a little too much for Grover's sensibilities and since the two had been an item since forever, Peter and Grover never really had a chance to bond. Well, Fiona wouldn't have that problem, Peter determined. "Hey Ranger Tyson, great to see you!" Peter said in Fiona's biggest smile. Damn, he sounded like an episode of Mr. Rogers. "Just call me Grove," Ranger Tyson said casually, thinking that he sounded like an utter douche with a made-up nickname. The two suddenly remembered they both sucked at human contact. Grover looked misplaced when Peter spoke up. "Alright, Grove," Peter quipped in a perfunctory smirk, "want to join me for 'dinner'?" Grover suddenly realized what a horrible nickname 'Grove' was. "Sounds lovely... I mean, sounds sweet, I mean... sure." Grover fumbled as he sat down. Peter, in typical fashion, didn't catch on to any of it. Peter had a knack for always missing the obvious. For example, after getting covered in finger paints, most people would shower to remove it. Most people would, but Peter threw on a dress and went to dinner. "So I see you've been painting." Grover remarked as he took a bite into his hamburger of questionable origin. "What? Wait... oh god." If Peter could blush though the mask, he could have now. His face had streaks of red, blue, green, and violet smudged across. This was horrid. He sucked at being a lady. "I need to go... I need to.." As he stood up to leave, Grover stopped him. "No, no, I think it's cute. I mean.." Grover assured, "You make it work." "You really think so?" Peter laughed, maybe he wasn't so horrible at being a lady. "Well, you're cute.. so yeah." Grover reasoned with a hopeful smile. Peter paused for a second, almost registering what Grover meant, but missed it. Grover passed him a wet wipe, Peter brushed the paint off his face. "Missed a spot." Grover said offering another towelette. "Can you get it?" Peter asked, sincerely needing the help. "Um, sure." Grover replied as he touched Peter's cheek with his hand. He felt a spark as he touched her skin. Unlike any other skin. They found themselves staring directly into each other's eyes. She truly was one of a kind. Smiling awkwardly, Grover wiped off the paint. "There, got it." "Hey, thanks Grover." Peter replied in relief, "...Do you mind if I call you Grover?" "Nah, Grove is just what my mates call me." Grover replied before cursing himself. Fiona accent had triggered his use of british slang. "Oh, your mates..." Peter laughed at the term, "Can I be one of your mates?" Peter asked oblivious to all context and meaning. "My mate? Um... wow, uh..." Grover was flummoxed as another beauty sat down at the table. "Hey Fi, hey Grover, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Lily teased as she sat next to Peter. "Fiona," Lily whispered to Peter, "I thought we were gonna cook back in the cabin." "I know... Lily. But I decided to get some more air." Peter whispered back to his roommate. Grover saw the girl of his dream tense up as Lily sat next to her. He had to get out of there. "Um.. I'm gonna go get drinks. You want anything Fiona?" Grover asked, trying to give the girls some space. "What? Oh, no thanks Grover." Peter smiled. He liked the way Fiona's voice said that name. It rolled off the tongue. "I'll have a Mountain Dew." Lily stated curtly. "...They don't have any mountain dew here." Lily sighed, "Well, then go to the general store and get some from the vending machine. ...God." "Um.. yeah. Be back later." Grover said. it was ludicrous, but hopefully he'd get more time alone with Fiona if Lily was happy. Once Grover left the cafeteria. Lily turned to Peter. "So Grover Tyson... He's very nice." She posited in a voice that pun Peter on the edge. "Yeah, I thought it'd be fun to get out of the cabin for a bit, make some friends." "Aren't I your friend, Peter?" Lily replied with that same dangerous tone. "You're my girlfriend, Lily." Peter replied, his own voice strangely coming out of Fiona's mouth, "I want some guy friends, y'know, mates." "In case you haven't noticed babe, you're not exactly a 'bloke' anymore." Lily replied, her slang barbed with venom. "I saw you two talk, that was two bros, that was premium high-octane flirtation." "What?" Peter was legitimately shocked. "Oh god, Lily, I wasn't trying to..." "Peter, we've both been cooped up in that place a little too long. I don't blame you for wanting to get outside. But you should be more aware who you are now. Actually, that gives me an idea." Peter did not like the sound of that. "For the next week, all through Parent Visiting Weekend, you're going to be Miss Fiona Adams. Not my boyfriend in a mask, not fiona with a cock..." "I thought you said it was a strap-on." Peter interrupted. "It was a cock, darling. But as I was saying, as of this moment. You are full-time Fiona Adams. You may change at next once I am asleep, but must have changed back to your new 'true' self by the time I wake up. You are not my boyfriend, you are my best friend and will treat me as such. And as a reward, after the Parent Appreciation Ball on Saturday night, I'm going to give my boyfriend Peter the greatest night of his life." Peter couldn't believe his ears, this was typical Lily insanity, but it was exactly what he wanted, well almost. "On one condition," Lily continued smirking, "My best friend Fiona goes to the ball with her new paramour." If Peter had anything to spit-take, this was the moment. "Oh, don't be so surprised. He's obviously into you. Remember, Fi, you're a young single girl. A very cute single lady. He's got a fantastic ass." Lily made a mock-serious face, "I give my blessing." "I'm already dating you!" Peter almost shouted. "Tut tut, my boyfriend Peter is dating me." Lily whined, "He's gone till Saturday night." "You're insane." "That's irrelevant. Just think of all of the tricks I'll have ready for Saturday night." As Peter considered Lily's proposal, Grover return with a bottle of mountain dew. "Ladies, I have brought gifts." His breath reeked of Altoids. "Oh! Well, we were just going..." Peter mumbled, attempting to excuse himself. Grover sighed. "Nonsense Fiona." Lily's voice was film, "I'll record Merlin, you can watch it later. See you later Grover. Have fun you too." Peter was in a state of terror as he watched Lily get up, he suddenly realized Grover wasn't trying to be his buddy, he was probably thinking the same thoughts about Fiona that Peter thought about Lily. He looked at Grover, catching him glancing at those fantastic breasts. Oh crap. "But what about your mountain dew?" Grover called out to Lily as she walked away. "I wanted Diet." Lily called back, leaving the room, leaving Peter at the table with Grover. Grover smiled as Peter shrugged, took the bottle, and started drinking it. He wanted to ask Fiona how she dealt with Lily, but he knew better than to get between female friends. "We've known each other for a while, but I don't think I've ever really gotten to know you. What do you... like to do?" Grover asked, reaching for any sort of conversation. Peter thought he'd just answer with a few things he knew Fiona liked, hoping that Grover wouldn't ask too many questions. "Well, I like horseback riding and I play clarinet." Peter stated blankly. "You play clarinet!" Grover asked, enthralled, "How long have you played? Do you race horses? Do you have your clarinet with you?" 'Fuck,' Peter thought, 'Fiona is a hot girl, anything she says is fascinating. He gave short answers to all of Grover's queries, but he could only bullshit for so long, Grover would figure him out eventually, and if that happened... "Well, what do you like to do?" Peter asked, trying to get the focus off what a horrible Fiona he was. "Oh, typical guy stuff mostly. Rugby, manly gardening, batman comics..." Grover had hoped he could impress Fiona with his green thumb, he had been mulling over a horrible pun about his fingers' magic touch, but he wasn't nearly dumb enough to use that, yet. What the girl of his dreams replied surprised him, it took her from pedestal to person. "Batman comics?" Peter asked, suspiciously. He stopped himself, he was being Fiona, sure. But that didn't mean he couldn't make it his Fiona. He was still a nerd, but now he was a nerd in the body of a beautiful british teenage girl. "Yeah... there's nothing wrong with that.." Grover mumbled in defense. Suddenly Fiona's face lit up. "Have you read Scott Synder's Batman no. 10 yet?" Peter asked, kinda over-doing the flirt in his voice. He was excited though, Lily had never read any of his comics. Finally someone to talk to about it. "Uh, yeah... wait... have you?" Grover asked, confused and hopeful. The new Peter-Fiona grabbed his hands. Her hands were soft and warm, well lotioned. Her orange fingernails matched the flowers on her dress. Grover looked directly into her eyes as she spoke. "Can you believe that twist?" Peter screamed, unable to contain his enthusiasm. Their hands separated as Peter threw his up in the air. Grover followed suit. "I should have seen it coming! My mind was blown!" Grover recognized that true enthusiasm and beamed it right back. They had something in common. Maybe he wasn't such a horrible flirt after all. The two spent the next four hours discussing comics, from Kirkman to Morrison. They agreed to meet up in two days to prove that Grover knew how to cook better than the cafeteria knew how to poison campers. Grover walked Peter back to the cabin. Peter was absent mindedly playing with his hair the entire walk back. "So, I guess this is goodnight." Grover said as he dropped Peter off. "Well, until Thursday that is." Peter smiled. "You better cook something good, I'm a girl of refined tastes." "Who thinks Bane is the coolest character in Arkham Asylum..." "Pfft" Peter punched Grover's arm in the way Lily had teased him so many times before. Lily. He had almost forgotten about their little arrangement in all the excitement. "Your place at 6?" "It's a date." Grover replied, immediately regretting it. Peter's reply surprised even Peter. "Sure," he smiled, "a date. Bye Grove." Peter teased, popping into his door as quickly as possible. He couldn't believe that he had actually called it a 'date'. But... the two did really get along and Peter knew whatever Lily had planned would be worse whatever therapy he'd need to get over this summer. Grover smiled to himself as he walked back to his cabin. "A date with Fiona Adams? Pretty good work Grove." Yeah... that was a horrible nickname. a few hours before... "Stop moving honey," a golden haired woman who defined 'ageless' reminded Lily for the 23rd time, "you wanted this, but you're gonna have to stay still." Ginger had been trying to take a mold of Lily, but Lily was never very good at staying still or silent for very long. Lily had come over after leaving Grover and 'Fiona' on their 'totally not-flirtatious dinner'. If Peter was gonna branch out, so was she. And Ginger Gil, the mysterious artist in residence at Golden Flowers was just the bad punk rock chick to do it. Ginger's cabin was nondescript. A bed, a couch, a lot of whiskey, and a few posters of the Clash were all she had for furniture. But unlike the other employees at Golden Flowers, her cabin was not on camp property. The old owner, Jim Flowers, had sold her plot to her to convince the infamous special effects artist to spend her summers in the middle of the Northern Californian forest. But her cabin didn't have anything that regular cabin on the camp grounds didn't. Unless you tugged on a certain copy of Melville's 'The Confidence Man'. That's how the secret door to the basement opened. And what a basement it was. Dmitri Smerdyakov would drool from such a basement. Rows and rows of masks, prosthetics, bodysuits, wigs, mustaches, and clothes of every sort filled the walls. But the most stupendous thing about the basement was it's size. A tiny cabin in the woods had a warehouse underneath what seemed to be simple woodland. This was built as a fallout bunker during the cold war, it had since been forgotten about by everyone except the mistress of disguise. In the center of all of this, Ginger Gil was cleaning up the just finished mold of Lily's entire lower body as the firecracker was restrained to mold her face, with some air holes, of course. When Lily and Peter first came down here a month ago, the real Fiona was getting a mold of her own torso and face. Lily was dumbstruck by the faces and bodies that lined the walls. There was an entire row of Bond girls, from Ursula Andress' 'Honey Ryder' to Bernice Marlohe's S?v?rine. She had a wall marked 'Maxim's Hot 100' that featured the lifeless head of over half of the list, including Stephen Colbert. There were still some faces missing, but Ginger was working on it. An hour ago, Lily entered the basement to see Ginger put the final touches on number 73: SNL's Abby Elliott. Ginger obviously knew what she was doing. These were just projects she was working on, her workshop in LA had even more to show. While Lily somehow remained still for the mold, Ginger disappeared into the rows of materials to work on a new project. If 'Fiona' was going to get close to a boy, Peter would need some enhanced materials. She had read about a new mesh from a Japanese company that would retain a programmed shape under pressure, allowing Peter to ditch the tight corset without losing Fiona's curves. This material was perforated, allowing sweat and heat to escape the skin below and rise realistically on the skin above. Even more impressively, the skin reacted to sensors underneath with micro-pigments that could be re-absorbed into the mesh effectively mimicking a touch of frost or a blush on the cheek. The disguise worked in two parts. First was a sort of unitard bodysuit that would cover Peter from the hips to the neck, leaving his arms and legs his own. This unitard would contain padding for Fiona's measurements and an improved design that would allow Peter to urinate and defecate without removing the suit. There was an extra feature there that Ginger decided it would be better to not let Lily know about. The second part was a mask that would cling to face through the magic of the mesh. Ginger would be up all night working on this project, but helping someone else become a beautiful woman, she felt like a God. By the time that Ginger had finished her rough designs, Lily's mold was finished. Lily looked almost disappointed that Ginger had not taken the chance to wear some incredible disguise while she was stuck in the chair. When Ginger asked what sort of mask Lily would like to have made, she laughed and gave one reply: "Surprise me". Ginger certainly would. two days later... "Stop by my place when you get off XOXO" was all the text from Ginger said. However, if you had been to Ginger's Xanadu before, that was enough. Peter spent his entire day of work wondering what Ginger had planned from him. It was the third day of 'being Fiona 100%' and Peter was loving every minute of it. In a big city, he was sure that this body would give him unwanted attention, but in Golden Flowers, she was just another one of the girls. She started eating with the other counselors, making more friends and sharing gossip. Rumors about 'Fiona and Grover' had been spreading around the camp and Peter was constantly prod for comment. She would just smile and say they were friends. He planned to wait to see Grover tonight, but the two ran into each other again yesterday and watched through the entire 'Bloody Bloody Bleeders' series in the cabin on the couch. He had not planned on resting in Grover's arms. But he wasn't himself lately, he was Fiona. And Peter was increasingly convinced that Fiona had a very big crush on Grover Tyson. As the films progressed and she had become more and more tired, she wound up falling asleep on his broad shoulders. That morning she woke up on the couch with a blanket on. "Fiona, You slept through a great movie, see you tonight. P.S. Lily didn't get back to the cabin by the time I left. She ok?" He was such a gentleman, but where was Lily? She had spending all of her time at Ginger's, working on some strange new project. Peter headed into the shower, he didn't have enough time to strip out of Fiona then re- apply everything, so he just showered, got dressed, and headed to classes. He was planning on washing up again before the date, but his curiosity was too much for him. He headed straight to Ginger's. Peter was surprised to see Zooey Deschanel open Ginger's door to shoo him in. "Um.. Ginger?" Peter asked the hipster princess as she bounced to the secret bookshelf door, perfectly twirling a hula hoop the entire way. "Call me Number 41" Ginger replied in Zooey's understating alto as she moved the book to open the secret entrance. Peter watched in wonder as the 'New Girl' skipped down the stairs, leaving Peter upstairs to follow. How was this Ginger? There was no way Ginger's breasts could have shrunk two sizes. Then again, Ginger could do almost anything, so Peter just went with it. "Do you like it? I used some new tech to do the body." Peter could only nod yes. By the time he got downstairs, Zooey's head was back at her place on the wall. Ginger's head stood out on the 1950's art deco fashion that adorned Zooey's body. For the first time, Peter wasn't staring at a feminine body in lust, but rather jealousy. Peter didn't want her body, he wanted her soda pop dress and blue mary janes "Can I have one of those?" Peter asked, looking at the lifeless heads of Anne Hathaway (#23), Taylor Swift (#26), Emma Stone (#7), and Jennifer Lawrence (#6). Ginger laughed as she grabbed Peter's hand. "I've got something even better for you." Ginger replied as he pulled Peter along, "And yes, I know that Fiona has a date to get ready for. That's why I called you here." Ginger led Peter to a corner filled with raw materials and something that seemed oddly familiar. The face of a cute british girl. "You made another Fiona?" Peter exclaimed, was this was Lily was up to? "What's this all about?" "I made a better Fiona, honey." Ginger replied dryly, "Now start stripping down to the manbits... Don't worry, I've seen it all before. I still have molds of it." Ginger said as she left the room to finish changing out of her own costume. Peter was too excited for words. He tosses his khakis and polo onto the floor with reckless abandon as he started applying the chemical to remove the mask. Ginger returned with her old physique a minute later to help remove the torso and corset. Peter was so curious, he left the old face and body of Fiona Adams on the floor. As soon as Peter was naked, Ginger threw him into the shower she kept in the basement. After he was cleaned, she gave him a new chemical to rub all over himself. "It helps the skin communicate with the suit." Ginger explained as she rubbed the lotion into Peter's back. It tingled like a thousand tiny shocks of static electricity. Ginger instructed Peter to apply more to his nipples, penis, and testicles. He followed her word as usual. After that was finished, Ginger helped Peter step into a pale unitard that seemed to be made of human skin, accurate down to the follicle. Ginger explained that she had come across a technique that used computer mapping to construct hyper-masks, all you needed was the right equipment. And Ginger always had the right equipment. The unitard's inside was filled with a mesh of wires that tingled the lotion as Peter slid it on. Instead of a stretching like a regular unitard, this suit cut off just above the shoulders. The elastic mesh rested on Peter's body as Ginger attached Peter's new face. It did not cling as the previous face did, everything seemed kind of baggy and loose, until Ginger pulled out a remote. "This is gonna hurt a bit, but you're gonna love it." Ginger smiled. Peter's first reaction was to ask her to stop, but it was too late. The mistress of disguise pressed a little blue button and the suit and the mask came alive. Peter felt the mask attach to the pores of his face. He watch his corset trained waist shrink down to not mirror Fiona's measurements, but become them. His crotch felt pinched, crushed, pummeled, then suddenly light. Then Peter noticed two sensations he had never felt before. He felt air on his nipples, he felt Fiona's breasts as if they were his own. For the first time, he truly felt as it they actually where. The second thing he felt was a strange sensation between his legs. He felt around and realized the suit had another new feature. "I don't need to explain what a self-lubricating artificial vagina is, right?" Ginger smiled as Peter looked down in wonder. "The mesh tricks your nerves into thinking it's real and it reacts to any sense of arousal or excitement," Ginger stated as if this was the most simple and boring thing in the world, "oh, so do your nipples." She laughed as Peter noticed two fully erect beads on his breasts. "Ginger, this is amazing." Peter muttered, looking into a mirror as Ginger covered the seams with her incredible waterproof sealant. He looked more like Fiona than ever, and for the first time he truly felt like her. His delight was only raised when Ginger presented him with the same soda pop dress and shoes that Zooey had worn earlier along with blue lace panties and bra. For the first time, he wasn't borrowing from Fiona, these were his. His first outfit. "How can I ever repay you?" He asked as she finished his make-up. He felt perfect. "You're a beautiful woman Fiona, I just helped you feel like it." Ginger smiled as she stuck a blue daisy into Peter's hair. "Now, have fun. But remember, just because you have a vagina doesn't mean you gotta use it." Peter thanked Ginger again and left the cabin. After he closed the secret door behind him, Ginger grabbed her phone and pressed 2 on speed-dial. "Hello, is Lily free to play? Oh? Come over, I'll be ready," she paused, "No, I think Peter is going to be busy tonight." Ginger smiled as she walked back to her wall of faces. "Hm... Maybe it'll be a nice night for Number 97." She took a swig of whiskey as she picked up a yellow-and-red waitress uniform. She didn't even love the taste anymore and she'd never drink in excess like her youth. But like Pavlov's dog, Ginger still loved the relation between mischief and a sip of bourbon. Well, maybe more than just a little sip... later that night... "I'm serious! The seagull had like heat seeking turds!" Peter insisted as Grover kept laughing. His impersonation of Fiona's face, by now second nature, turned serious, "You do believe me, right?" The moonlight reflected off her face, now blushed with a smile she just couldn't hide the entire evening. Grover, by now clutching his sides with laughter, looked up from the beach where he had been walking. He gathered himself and stood at his full 6'3' height, looking down into Peter's soulful, yet false, green eyes. The two stopped a moment when they realized how close their lips were, they paused, drifting towards eachother. Then Grover fell on the ground laughing again. "I'm serious!" Peter whined as he took up laughing as well, they both sat down at the beach of Golden Lake, watching the full moon waver in the ripples, they looked into each other's eyes again. This time they did not break away. Peter's false lips felt electric as Grover pressed his mouth against hers. His scalp tingled as Grover's rough fingertips massaged it gently. He felt the other hand caress his back through the thin fabric of the dress. He felt his nipples rise to the occasion. "Grover." Peter whispered, delicately, as if this moment were sure to break into a billion tiny pieces without notice. She felt his lips travel down her neck, she felt his sold body against his own soft and tender form. She heard a familiar voice. "I don't care how you do it, just get it done!" Only one thing had such a voice. It was a terrible voice. A blend of wrath and greed. Grover noticed it too as he bolted upright. "Fleetsworth. Quick, hide in the brush!" Grover whispered as he helped Peter up and pulled him into some nearby bushes. The two remained silent and the full girth of Mrs. Fleetsworth came into view. "Now look, I don't care if you have to pour mercury into the water fountains, I need this camp condemned. I can only build those condos if the board closes this shithole down." Fleetsworth howled into the phone. "And we've got to deal with that Ginger Gil freakshow. I need her land too or we can't sell to our potential buyers!" Peter was shocked, he knew that Fleetsworth didn't adore her campers, but how could she destroy the dream of her late brother-in-law? "No, nobody has caught on. I fired the accountant before he put the pieces together, I've been splitting up the work with various stooges around the camp. They probably can't even spell embezzlement." Every word made Peter sick. What black soul could deceive the good people of Golden Flowers? Well, besides Lily and himself. But they did it for love. Or whatever it was they had between them. This was pure malice and selfishness. Sure, Lily could get a little cruel, but it was always for the good of the joke, even if she was the only one who was ever laughing. Her laughter was infectious. That's an over-used phrase, but for Peter, sometimes he really did feel like Lily's laughter infected some part of himself. Some piece of dignity that he should have kept for himself. Grover's laughter didn't infect Peter, it complimented him. Sure, he was borrowing a life, but the things that Grover liked, those were Peter, not Fiona. At least that's what Peter hoped as he felt the breath of his companion in the bush. Fleetsworth finished up her call, hurting a few racial obscenities around to add to Peter's fury. This woman acted so sweet to the board of directors, but now Peter knew her heart. The heart is what should be judged, not the outside appearance. Peter believed that more than ever. After she was gone, Grover led his date out of the brush. The two were speechless for a moment. They shared just a single thought simultaneously. "We have to stop her." The two stopped by Grover's ranger's office. He thought he might still have some of the paperwork she asked him to file. If he could gather it and talk to the other counselors, maybe he could put together a case for the board. After fifteen minutes tearing up the office, they found it. "This isn't enough, but it's a start." Grover remarked, looking over the piles of forms he had filled out without even understanding the significance until now. Peter agreed, but thought that maybe they could use a little help from Lily's mischievous mind and Ginger's impressive basement. "We'll find a way to save Golden Flowers." Peter assured Grover, putting his hands on his broad shoulders, "We have to." Grover smiled, he'd never think that he'd finally meet someone who loved what he loved and defended what he defended. He knew that he didn't love Fiona, he respected the living crap out of her. The two kisses once again, this time the privacy of Grover's locked office. He look her by the hand, leading her to the couch reserved for drunk kids who needed to sleep something off without Fleetsworth catching them. As he sat down, he saw that her once vibrant dress had been ruined by their time in the brush. "Fiona, I ruined your clothes." Grover remarked, feeling out one of the many holes the twigs and rocks tore into the thin fabric. It was so soft and light. Fiona looked at her dress and laughed that wonderful laugh that would invite him to share in something beautiful. "Trust me, a girl can always find another dress." Fiona teased as she slipped out of the torn garment, revealing her set of blue lace as she sat on the ranger's lap, their eyes still locked. She could feel Grover's member rising in his dusty jeans. She knew she was sexy and she was prepared to enjoy it. "Fiona," Grover said again. She adored how his voice held her name, so tender and graceful. She worked her fingers through her hair as she leaned into his face. "Yes?" She asked, voice dripping with potential. "This might be a bad time, but if I don't say it know, you're gonna make me forget." Grover spurted as Fiona started caressing his neck. "Do you want to go to the ball on Saturday?" The words brought Fiona back to reality. Saturday. The night that the clocktower struck 12 and Cinderella turned back into boring old Peter Dean. Peter Dean, who had been dating the same girl so long that he forget why. Peter Dean who never had adventures. Peter Dean who never had this. He looked into the eyes of Grover once again. "I'd love to." Fiona said, suddenly close to the brink of tears. Grover smiled and laughed as Peter looked around, trying to find any way to get out of there. Any excuse. Any evacuation. He was saved by a knock on the door. Grover heard the knock, amazed by his back luck. Peter was trying to hide his joy at perfect luck. The two separated, Peter put his dress back on and fixed up his hair just enough. Then just like a completely different world last week, the lovers nodded to each other and opened the door. "I need to use the couch!" a dark eyed brunette demanded, "Wait, no, I need the toilet more." She burst into the bathroom and began to vomit. Peter knew he wouldn't get a better chance, so he thanked Grover for the wonderful night and excused himself from the outpost. Peter hadn't even gotten back into his cabin when he broke down in tears. Who has he anymore? He couldn't even tell what was real or what wasn't. He walked into the cabin, stumbled onto Fiona's blue sheets, and passed out, still in her torn up new dress. Meanwhile, at the Ranger's outpost, Grover was trying to figure out who the mystery girl barfing into his toilet. After she had finished, he got a good look at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Kat Dennings?" he asked, trying to make the miserable drunk girl smile. The intoxicated woman took a long look at him, sighed, and resumed vomiting. Ginger Gil couldn't believe what the things she did for her friends. the next day... "And that's everything I heard!" Peter had just finished telling Lily and Ginger all about what he overheard, with a few omissions, over lunch. Ginger was surprised that Peter did not recognize that she was the drunk last night. Oddly enough, she wasn't intending to get that drunk, but her stake-out at the ranger's outpost was far too boring to do sober. Lily had spent the night outside Grover's cabin. She was very disappointed to watch him come back alone after he had helped that mysterious drunk girl detox. The two pranksters would have teased Peter for the full story of the previous night, but they were too struck with the reality of Mrs. Fleetshouse's treachery. Peter told them how Grover was chasing down a paper trail, but the femme fatales knew that they would need more than that. They had to discover who Fleetsworth was talking to, they had to stop any attempts at sabotage, and they had to reveal the cheap that Fleetsworth truly was. Peter say that Lily had that look in her eye again. That was the look that made him fall for her in the first place. It didn't inspire such devotion now, but he knew he could trust that look to stop Fleetsworth in her tracks. Peter watched Lily and Ginger conduct a silent conversation completely from varying facial expressions. After a minute of feeling completely in the dark, Ginger spoke up. "Thing is, we don't have the time to make anything from a picture. We're gonna need a mold." Ginger answered everyone's unspoken thoughts. Lily sighed and put on her best thinking face. She made about five 'Aha!''s before falling silent. Then Peter saw the answer. "It's parents weekend. Fleetsworth is gonna be tied up trying to look kind and loving with all the campers. She won't be able to say no to any request in front of the parents. She'll leap at any chance to show off her importance. Why don't we take advantages of that?" Peter smirked, brushing a hair from in front of his face. "That's brilliant Fiona," Lily exclaimed, staying true to her deal, "what are you thinking?" For the first time, ever, Peter had the plan. It was a pretty great feeling. Whatever doubts he was having from the last night about his identity, at least he knew he was clever. that afternoon... "Now kids, you've all seen the statue of Mr. Flowers at the entrance to camp, yeah?" "Mr. Flowers is ghost now!" a young girl squealed. "Yes Ramona, that's true. But why is there a statue of him?" "To haunt us forever!" Ramona giggled, making scary ghost noises. A woman of around 30 ran up to the girl and coaxed her to stop. "I'm sorry about my daughter, she gets a tad... rambunctious." the woman smiled as Ramona started playing with her hair. "That's perfectly alright, I have a friend just like her." Peter smiled to the pair before facing the class. "Now, we make statues to honor people that have done great things. Here's a few famous statues." Peter continued, showing pictures of classic sculptures and busts. "Today we're going to honor a very special person." "Santa?" Ramona asked eagerly. "No, Santa is very busy making toys. We're going to make a little statue of Mrs. Fleetsworth!" The parents all clapped with delight as Mrs. Fleetsworth entered the classroom. Her face was filled with mirth and love, her soul was a dark piece of shit. "Hello children! I'm so happy you've selected me for the annual honorary bust!" Fleetsworth paraded herself around the parents. She blew a kiss to Ramona. The tyke replied with a stink eye. Peter really liked that kid. "I was not aware that we had such an honor, but Miss Adams has informed me that the last recipient was Mr. Stephen Colbert!" Fleetsworth pointed to a prestigious bust of Stephen Colbert, D.F.A. on the wall of the craft-shop. It wasn't very hard for Ginger to spray paint the clay Colbert she based her mask off to pass off as a prestigious bust. Mrs. Fleetsworth's complete ignorance of camp activities may have made tricking her unfairly easy, but it was still incredibly fun. "Now Mrs. Fleetsworth," Peter said, addressing the audience of assembled parents as much as the administrator, "are you ready to join history?" "Little old me?" Fleetsworth chuckled. Her false modesty was cringe- worthy. "I'll do it for the children that I love so much." She declared, propping herself up on the chair in the front of the room. "I am ready! Where is the sculptor?" "Oh Mrs. Fleetsworth," Peter explained with delicious false concern, "that's how this is done. We need to take a mold of your face." "Why I say! That is!" Mrs. Fleetsworth stood up in a huff. She wasn't going to waste thirty minutes on stupid tradition she never heard of. But then she saw all the parents and children, smiling, happy, idiotic. That detestable girl finally trapped her. She'd make her pay for this, but now, she had to comply. "Oh, certainly dear. How foolish of me." She laughed, turning to give that bitch Fiona the worst death-eye in human history. The little witch only smiled in reply. Oh, she'd get her back alright. "Shall we begin?" she asked, smiling her biggest smile as she reclined in her chair. "Certainly." Peter replied, pressing the clay directly into Fleetsworth's face. Whatever expression they captured, it certainly wasn't a smile of pure delight. Though was Peter's exact expression as he left Fleetsworth to dry. after class... "Hey Fiona! Wait up!" Peter turned as he heard Grover's voice. He had hoped to avoid him today, but the second he saw his thick curls and wide brown eyes, she knew that she was happy to see him. "There's something I want to show you." He offered his hand to Peter, the moment he took it, all his regrets of the previous night vanished. Peter Dean vanished. Fiona Adams appeared, hand-in-hand, with Grover Tyson. They returned to the ranger's office. It was somehow even messier than it was last night. Grover had been collecting all the documents on Fleetsworth he could find. He had a better lead, but he wasn't sure it was enough. That wasn't why he brought Fiona here though. And no, he wasn't planning on any afternoon delight. "I gave Trevor Jackson, one of the lifeguards, a head's up on anybody tampering with the pool. He told me this morning that a cleaner came by to test the levels. However, Fleetsworth had me doing the bills to the pool company we use. They're closed on fridays." Grover explained. Peter wanted to explain how he had been helping. He wanted to show his support. But his plot was sure to raise too many questions. Questions he did not want to answer. "So the pool guy was a fake?" Peter asked as Grover paced the room. The ranger stopped and smiled. "Exactly." Grover continued, "I ran down the moment Trevor called. He wasn't checking the levels, he was spiking them. He had thrown enough into the pool to turn the pH to 1. That's gastric acid. It was so acidic that it was eating away at the liner. The worst part of it, it was just 30 minutes before the junior camper swim class." "So that was Fleetsworth's plan. Spike the pool and when the parents watch their kids burn in the water..." "Sick, isn't it? The most dangerous were the vapors that it might create. We had to shut down the pool for the day just to be safe. Instead Trevor had the kids watch Finding Nemo for the 80th time." Peter nodded, too impressed with the ranger to express in words, "Now she may have failed to today, but I know she'll keep trying. We need to find a way to stop her for good." Grover fretted before leaning towards Peter in a low whisper: "We've been holding the fake pool guy as a prisoner of the forest for the last few hours." "Rangers have the authority do that?" Peter asked, impressed by how powerful Grover truly was. "I didn't think you could make someone a 'prisoner of the forest'. "Almost definitely not," Grover laughed, "but he doesn't know that." Grover smiled as he handed Peter a black graduation gown. "Follow my lead." Peter slipped on the robe, but before he could ask why, Trevor entered. He was wearing Grover's spare ranger's uniform and led in a old wiry man. The geezer's entire face was proof that if you made a gross enough expression, it might actually get stuck that way. He looked cruel, strange, and stupid: the perfect minion for Fleetsworth. Peter thought he recognized him as the villain of a Scooby Doo episode. "Thank you Sgt. Trevor. You are dismissed!" Grover yelled in his best military voice. Trevor saluted Grover, bowed, raised his fist in solidarity, saluted again, then left the room. Grover turned to the old man. "Mr. Whitley, you have been charged with attempted battery, industrial sabotage, and the capital crime of impersonating a pool attendant. How do you plea?" The man kept silent, Grover's voice boomed over him. "You stand in front of a federal judge of the US Forest Rangers! How do you plea?" The old man looked to Peter for sympathy. Peter crossed his arms and re-used the death stare Fleetsworth used to him earlier. Grover smiled as he watched his idiotic plan work. The old man fell to his knees before the esteemed judge. "I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'm sorry I disturbed the natural beauty of the wild California forest! Please forgive Ranger Judge!" Whitley didn't only confess to spiking the pool. He was behind a string of mysterious failures around the camp for the last year. Golden Flowers had only managed to stay open by Whitley's supreme incompetence. Grover had the entire confession caught on tape. Finally, they had something they could use. "Your punishment will come when it comes, Mr. Whitney." Peter answered, "For now, I want you to go home and bring as much proof of your sins against the forest as you can. Return tomorrow evening at 8 PM. Do not attempt to run from the forest's justice. We rangers are everywhere. If you try to tell Mrs. Fleetsworth of today, you will be punished with all the might and power of the US National Parks and Forest Registry." Peter may have slightly over-done it, but Grover didn't seem to mind at all. Mr. Whitley genuflected to the two of them, then ran out. "You really think he'll come back?" Grover asked as Trevor came back into the room, laughing hysterically. Peter gave him a long stare. "Don't question a judge of the forest, Ranger Tyson." Peter quipped. He supposed that he shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when Grover suddenly kissed him. But, Peter never was very good at picking up signs. What surprised him even more if how strongly he kissed him back. "Get a room, you two." Trevor scowled as he stripped back into his lifeguard uniform. "We do have a room, you get out of it." Grover replied. Trevor shook his hand and hugged Peter. "I don't know what you've done over the last three days, but I think you're good for him." He whispered. Peter's new mask revealed his deep blush. Trevor genuflected to them both and left the room, " So..." Grover said, looking at the empty ranger's office. "I think we were in the middle of something last night..." "Oh, were we?" Peter played coy as Grover closed the blinds. "Are you sure you weren't just a tad over-stimulated?" "I think I've got a decent head on my shoulders," Grover stated, "Of course, it isn't as nice as yours." Please note: There was a pun about giving head that both Peter and Grover REALLY wanted to make at this exact moment. It is a testament to human willpower that neither gave into the urge. "Um.." "Um." Instead they both said "Um". It wasn't exactly classy, but it was better than the pun; trust me. The awkward silent was only broken when Peter received a text from Lily. "Dear Fiona, Wherever you are. Stop flirting with Ranger Groovy and get to Ginger's. We need to go dress shopping. As my BFF, you are obligated by blood oath. TTFN" "Heh, I swear I'm not kidding, I have to raincheck this again." Peter confessed to Grover. "It's Lily, doing Lily things, you know the drill." Peter really hoped that Grover did not know the drill. Grover looked at Peter who smiled awkwardly for a second before he replied. "Anyone else, I'd never believe. But you, I feel I can always trust you." Grover said into the contact lenses that hid Peter's true eyes. Peter tried to smile back. "I'll see you tomorrow. For now, I'm gonna keep working on gathering a case." Peter walked over to Gingers lost in thought. How did Grover always find the absolute best and worst thing to say? the next day... "Ms. Van Harte," Fleetsworth seethed in her office, sipping her tea as she looked down on Lily, the girl who had caused her so much trouble through all these years. Yet the board of trustees loved her, they saw an angel, where she recognized a devil. You might say, it takes one to know one. "For what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" "Simple Doris," Lily remarked, propping out her legs onto Fleetsworth's desk. "I'm bringing you down. I know all about the mysterious 'incidents', I know about the condo deal, I even know about Idaho." Fleetsworth was stunned. "Idaho?" she replied, awestruck in horror. "Who told you about Idaho?" Lily was a wild one, Fleetsworth always knew it. But perhaps she could be bought. The little troublemaker played with her blonde locks for a bit and yawned a reply. "Oh, that was totally a guess," she admitted, putting a stick of gum into her mouth, "but thought you were the type of person to have something to do with Idaho." Fleetsworth was stuck to her chair, the girl knew something, she was playing with her. But that troublemaker underestimated how far she'd go to protect her interests. "You have no right to barge in here and make demands." Fleetsworth stormed. "I insist that you leave here this instant. Never speak of his again." She paused, maybe it was time to play her card. "I could plant any number of drugs on you, get you arrested to possession, maybe even selling to minors. You're a bit too old for juvenille court, aren't you? I'm afraid you'd go directly to the slammer. I'm sure they'd like your pretty face there." Fleetsworth cooed in her sickest smile. Lily stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with fear. Fleetsworth knew she held the upper hand, but then. The look of terror gave way to laughter. A cruel and possessed laughter. Lily bopped her superior on the head like a child. "Tut tut, you old bat," the brat sneered, "I wasn't making any demands. I don't need you to do anything. I'm gonna do it all myself." Fleetsworth suddenly felt strangely tired, as if she was suddenly incredibly heavy. That girl was behind it, she knew it. "The first step was poisoning your tea!" Lily laughed, "Man, I've ALWAYS wanted to do that." It was even untraceable from drug tests, unless you were specifically testing for poisons used in ancient Egypt. Lily did not think this was likely to occur. Fleetsworth could only watch as the strumpet paraded around her office. "So you're gonna pass out pretty soon and then..e the real fun begins." Doris Fleetsworth knew she had started to hallucinate as she saw Milla Kunis enter her office with a massive box. She sunk into her chair as she faded from consciousness. Lily giggled gleefully: "I love it when a good prank comes together." later that night... Grover fidgeted near the sea of 14 year old paramours awkwardly. He had already danced with 5 grandmothers and 17 5th grade girls. He worried he'd cleaned up his own tux for nothing when he saw Fiona enter the lake- side picnic area that the camp staff had decorated as a mildly fancy ball. Now, Fiona had always been pretty. Even before that California sun, she was already the belle of the ball. But now, she was immaculate. Her white dress stood out in the sea of pre-teens in their 'little black dresses' and un-ironed ironic dress shirts. It was a good thing he spotted her first, or the battalions of 5th grade boys would hold her up with dance requests all night. He waded through the sea of parents and pre-teens. "Fiona," Grover whispered her name like Keats wrote it. Without the hesitation of the last few days, he took her hand. "You look absolutely wonderful." That was an understatement. A part of Grover worried that he was going too fast, that all of this was infatuation. But he felt so strongly that he didn't even care anymore. When he saw Fiona's green eyes shimmer in the strung up christmas tree lights, he only cared about one thing. "Grover," Peter muttered, trying desperately to convince himself to call the whole thing off, it had gone too deep. In a few hours, he'd come back home to Lily and the comfortable chaos that he knew so well. This was too fast, this was founded on a lie. No matter what sort of mask he wore, Peter wasn't Fiona Adams. Fiona was off in Boston, living her own life. Peter had just stolen a fragment that she left behind. But it was such a wonderful fragment. Maybe, he could hold onto it for a little bit longer. "I'm glad you managed to clean up." "Well, it's pretty easy for a guy. You have to be unbelievably beautiful, I just need to shave and iron my pants. You should try it sometime." Grover's streak of accidental depth knew no bounds. "Nah, nevermind, I don't think you could ever pass as a guy." "And why not?" Peter pouted. The DJ started playing some classic slow dance that everyone misremembered half the words to and mumbled the rest. The pair nodded to each other and continued talking over a slow dance. "You're too cute." Grover explained, "And not like externally cute... though please don't get me wrong, you've got that covered. What I mean is that you've got this cuteness that's internal. It's stupid, but you have the most adorable soul I have ever met." Grover paused, "Am I making any sense at all?" "I think I get it. You've looked into my eyes, the window of my soul, and you've found the perfect match." Peter recited the platitude with a hint of melancholy. "Oh god no," Grover laughed, "I knew you were wearing contacts the moment I first watched you laugh." Peter froze, had he been found out? "I like the green eyes, but I'm sure I'd like whatever color was under it just as well. It'd be your color. And if you choose green eyes, well then that's whatever color pleases you, so I'll like that as well." Peter finally allowed himself to breathe as Grover continued. "I don't think your soul shows up in your eyes, that's just a few facial mus