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CHAPTER SEVEN We were walking away from the theatre and about to break into a run, when I heard my mother call, "Roger! Wait!" "Crap! Crap crap crap!" I said to Roger in a whisper. "Sorry," Roger whispered back. "I'll do my best to help you as much as I can here." Mom and Randy caught up to us. I tried to hide behind Roger. First, Mom didn't even recognize me, and asked Roger why he wasn't at the Pizza Hut with me, Ralph. "Ralph's here too," he said. "And he lost his sandals, at the theatre yesterday, so we had to try to find them. In the end, though, the restaurant says we can go in anyway and they'll look the other way." "Whoa, Ralph, is that really you?" Randy said, noticing me finally. "Whoa, love the clothes, man!" he said with a grin. Mom pushed Roger aside and looked at me from head to toe. "That IS a nice outfit! It fits you really well. You have a really great body. Why have you been hiding from us so long? It's nice to see you out and about, and finally dressed like a real girl! Roger, did YOU talk her into this?" "Don't call me 'her', please. I'm still 'him'. And don't talk about my clothes, it's an accident that I'm wearing them - my other stuff's in the wash!" "Sorry," Mom said. "I didn't mean to offend you. But you don't need to be so defensive about it, it really does look good and natural!" I was dying to just shrink to the size of a mouse and disappear down a drain. I looked at Roger with pleading eyes. "Let's change the subject," he said to the others. "Ralph's feeling uncomfortable. We promised the Pizza Hut that we'd be right there, otherwise they'll give our table to someone else." And they WERE about to give our table away - we got there just in time. Unfortunately we couldn't get a booth, just a small square table with four chairs. I sat between Roger and Randy, with Mom sitting opposite me. After we received our menus, Mom said, "Roger said we can start calling you 'Jasmine' now. It's a lovely name, really fitting. Do you mind telling me how you picked it?" "I never said that!" Roger said, defensively. "I said that that's the name HE picked for situations when we're with non family-members, when we just CAN'T use 'Ralph'. Within the family HE's still 'Ralph'." "Oh really?" Mom said, sounding disappointed. "I dunno about you, Roger, but I'm gonna have a hard time calling HER 'Ralph' -- she looks nothing like Ralph did! This one is 100% girl, and completely adorable. The name 'Ralph' just won't work!" I almost stabbed his hand with a fork. I didn't have to, though. I felt Roger putting his hand on my knee to calm me, and heard a 'thud', indicating that Roger had kicked Randy in the leg. "Who gives a fuck what she looks like?" he said, defending me. "I mean 'he'. Sorry. That's Ralph inside that body. Your big brother. Treat him with respect! How would YOU feel if you suddenly, magically got changed into a little girl?" "I'd probably feel like a little girl," Randy laughed. "And start wearing pink frilly dresses. Or leggings, I guess, like SHE's doing." "Enough, boys, enough!" Mom said, losing her temper. "Or we can just leave. Randy, you'll treat both your brothers with respect or you can find somewhere else to live. Seriously. All I wanted to know was how you picked the name 'Jasmine'!" "It was kind of a mistake. I was alone, and this old guy asked me my name. I panicked, looked around, and saw the name on some sign, so I used it." "Well all I'm saying is that it's a good choice," Mom said. "And I'll leave it at that. If you want us to continue calling you Ralph when we're alone, just us, then I'll do my best to do so. 'Jasmine' will be for in public, or people who don't know your secret." The waitress came. Before taking our orders, she smiled at me and told everyone how cute I was. I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. They all ordered their pizzas. I asked if I could have just a plain vegetable salad, with no salt, oil or dressing of any kind on it. She thought that was strange, but I told her I was a vegan. "It's true," Mom told the waitress. "My little girl is a vegan. Luckily, she loves salads." The waitress left to get our food. I was annoyed that she'd added in the 'my little girl' bit, but decided not to mention it. I sat there nervously, waiting for them to make the next 'wrong remark', for Mom to say something that made me angry, or for Randy to offend or insult me. But it didn't come. Mom was looking at me with a somewhat concerned smile on her face, but not saying anything. Randy was trying not to stare at me, but kept stealing glances out of the corner of his eye, then moving his eyes away again, probably hoping I didn't notice. Nobody said anything, though. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you guys being so silent? Just say something already! The silence is making me nervous!" They remained silent a little longer. And then Randy finally spoke up. "How come you're spending all your time with Roger, and totally ignoring me? I'm your brother too, you know. I miss my big brother Ralph too. Why do you act as if I don't exist?" I was really shocked at this accusation, and became defensive. "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just... you know, embarrassed. And the few times you've talked to me so far, you've been teasing me." "You care about me teasing you? We always tease each other in our family, that's part of what we do. You used to always tease me, calling me fat or dumb or nerdy or gay. I've been living with those comments all my life! Why would it bother you now? I thought that's what we do!" I was surprised with his insight, and said, "I guess you're right, I've teased you. And I'm sorry that I did that. I guess it just feels a lot worse for me, now. Because I'm so embarrassed and ashamed, and, like, there's nothing I can do about what I've become." "It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Randy said. "I mean, ok, it's different. But, really, it's something to be proud of! You were almost dead, you were suffering in pain all the time. So, now you're younger, and a girl. Big deal. Actually, it IS a big deal. Because you're healthy. And you're not in pain. And you're alive. And you're gonna outlive us all, right? You should be proud, you should feel better than the rest of us, not embarrassed!" "It's just that... I'm a girl, I mean, in the body of a girl now. And a young one." "What's wrong with being a girl, then?" Randy asked. "You know, your old self, and me, and Roger, we'd all joke around and act like boys were better than girls and stuff, but that's all joking. I don't think any of us actually believe that. We're glad to be boys and don't want to be different because this is what we're used to, that's all. And because this is the way we were made. But whatever we've ever said, looking down on girls, it's always only been a joke. At least that's what it's been in my mind. I have good friends - just friends - who are girls. They're cool. They do well in school. They're caring and kind. I don't feel bad for them for having been born girls and not boys. I mean, maybe a hundred years ago things would have been different, but today men and women have equality in life. So who cares?" I was really amazed by what he was saying. I never thought he was so smart. Since I didn't respond, he continued. "So I'm sorry for teasing you before. Now that I know it's a really sensitive issue I'll do my best to stop the teasing. Because, honestly, I'm jealous that you're becoming so close to Roger and not to me. I'm your brother too. You're my brother too. And I look up to you, and feel that I have lots to learn from you." I could see that he was almost fighting back tears. Was he really sincere?! A response was obviously called for. So I said, "You know, thanks for saying all that. It means a lot to me. So, yeah, I'll make time for you too from now on, now that I know how you feel about it." The food arrived, and we all ate. Except for me. I was about to take a bite when I noticed flakes of garlic in the salad. I pushed it away just in time. "I can't eat this," I whispered. "Garlic's dangerous for me. Like an allergy." Roger raised his eyebrows, wondering what that could be about. Obviously he wanted to know if it was like ginger. I wasn't going to explain it to him in front of the others, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him about the effect garlic had on me at all. So I sat there watching the others eat, feeling a little jealous. I did pick out a few shaved strips of carrot and eat them, until I noticed a bit of garlic juice on them. Fortunately I didn't have enough for the effects to last more than a few minutes, and nobody seemed to notice. I waited for Mom to bring up the issue of Tom's house, but she didn't. I was going to bring it up myself, but didn't. Mom offered to order me a fruit salad for desert, but I declined. Somehow, I didn't feel the need to stay in my seat until they left before me. I didn't feel as embarrassed anymore. So I got up before the others, and stretched my arms. As we were walking through the mall, Randy said, "Ride home with us, this time. So I get some time with you. Or maybe I'll ride with you and Roger." "That's a good idea," Mom said. "You three boys can go home together. I need to do some grocery shopping on the way home. We'll talk more at home." Mom left, and we continued walking through the mall. And then something embarrassing happened. We ran into Dwight and Blake - twin boys, both friends of Roger's. I knew them too. They used to visit us a lot. They were nice kids, and were always respectful to me and even nice and friendly to Randy. But I thought of them as bigger perverts than me and my brothers. They had discovered a stash of very hardcore porn films in their father's basement and on a number of occasions my brothers and I had gone to their house to secretly watch them, and once or twice they came to my house with a DVD or two. They didn't have sisters, and lived alone with their father who was usually away. They had really low opinions of girls, aside from seeing them as sex-objects. So I REALLY didn't want to see them in my new body. But they saw us - Roger, Randy and me. And right away they asked. "Who's the little cutie decorating your side, Randy my boy?" Blake asked snarkily. "It's, uh," Randy hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Roger stepped up. "Her name is Jasmine. She's our cousin, and she's going to be living with us for a while." Dwight reached out and patted me on the top of my head. "Aren't you a cutie!" he said. I cringed, and grasped his wrist with my hand to pull his hand off of me, only I found that I didn't have the strength to move him! Then he said, "I bet you keep your cousins' beds warm at night!" "Cut it out," Roger said, knocking his hand away. "Don't tease her." "Okay, okay," Dwight said. Blake then told Roger that he and Dwight were heading to see the new Van Damm movie that Roger and I had been waiting to see. It just arrived in theatres. Dwight said that they had a coupon for three half-price tickets, and suggested that Roger come along with them. "I can't," Roger said. "I have to take them home." "We could come too," Randy suggested. "I want to see that movie too." "You can't. Sorry, Randy, but it's age restricted. They won't let you in. And definitely not Jasmine. How old is she, anyway?" "Just turned nine," Roger said. I gasped. Had he just made me even younger? From ten, to almost ten, to nine, and now 'just turned nine'? "Forget it. There's no way. She'd find it way too scary," Blake said. Roger was clearly disappointed that he wouldn't be able to see that movie, but he didn't say anything about it. Then Randy said, "Maybe Jasmine and me can go see a different movie while you're in that one? We could go to Star Wars." "I've been to Star Wars twice already," I said. "Twice in the last two days, in fact. I'm not gonna go see it again." "Was it good?" Randy asked, disappointed. "Did you like it?" "No, it was boring. I lost interest half way through." "I thought it was excellent, both times I saw it!" Roger said. "Yeah, I liked it too," Blake said. "Maybe it's just below your age level, Jasmine. Try watching it again in a few years. Or maybe it's just something that girls aren't so into." I almost lunged at him to punch him. Randy caught me by the shoulders and held me back. "How about the Transformers movie, then? I heard that's supposed to be good." Randy said. "I'm not really interested in that," I said. "Come on, you went twice with Roger to the same movie!" Randy said. "She won't like it," Dwight said. "Transformers aren't really girls' thing." Again, this upset me. And the thing was, I could tell that he wasn't intending to be mean or to tease me by speaking this way. He was trying to be nice and help me out of having to see the movie! But I couldn't stand being talked about that way. "It's not that!" I insisted. "Girls like Transformers too, just not me. Not so much. But okay, fine, I'll go with you, Randy, if you really want. That is, if Roger can afford our tickets." When we got to the ticket counter, once again we got Rick. He was surprised that I wanted to see Transformers, saying that he thought a girl like me wouldn't find it very interesting. He said that if I got bored I could come visit him until the movie ended. Roger went towards his theatre with his friends, and Randy and I headed towards ours. I wasn't very happy, I just knew that I'd be super bored, especially if I found the Star Wars movie boring. And then, as we were going to our seats in the theatre, I remembered - I hadn't eaten carrots today! I'd had a couple of slivers of carrot in that salad before I noticed the garlic, but I doubted it would be enough! I got nervous. The theatre was filling up. The show was about to start. There was no way I could find Roger, or go buy carrots in time. I had no choice - I was going to have to tell Randy. "Quick, we gotta sit down, I have to tell you something before this starts," I said to him. And then I began to explain it. "Well, you know in my new body, some funny things have happened to me. You saw how I was able to jump real high the other day, for instance. Well, I have some weaknesses too, things I can't control. And one of them you're probably about to witness, which is why I have to tell you about it. "This is pretty embarrassing so I hope you don't think differently about me now that you know. But I see I don't have a choice but to tell you now. And there is a remedy for this, but unfortunately I don't think I had enough of it for it to work, today." "I don't get it," he said, confused. "What are you talking about it? Do you want to just tell me what it is?" In my nervousness I was being very vague and unclear. "Okay. Let me explain better. It's about the dark. If I am in the dark, or situations of very low light, I fall asleep. I can't control it. And it's more than asleep, really, it's... completely unconscious. I won't respond to anything - even if you stabbed me with a knife I won't wake up. The only way for me to wake up is to be exposed to light again. And if I eat carrots, I become immune to this, and darkness doesn't effect me. But the little sliver of carrot I ate at Pizza Hut probably has worn off already, usually I need to eat whole carrots. "Anyway, since the theatre's about to go dark, you're going to see this, it's unavoidable. There's no way we can find a carrot in time. So I'm trusting you. Sorry that I probably won't really be seeing the movie with you - I'll probably fall asleep as soon as they shut the lights out. Just let me sleep in my chair, and keep an eye on me so that I don't fall into someone else's lap or slip onto the floor or something. Other than that, just let me sleep because there's no way for you to wake me anyway. Hopefully when the movie's over the lights will come back on, and I'll wake up. You might have to wait until the credits finish rolling before the lights come on. If for some reason you have to leave before the lights are on, you'll have to take me with you... you'll have to carry me. And then, if that's what you have to do, well, I don't think it'll be a problem for you because I'm not very heavy. Just carry me carefully and be careful not to touch my private parts." "Is this for real?" Randy asked, not sure if I might just be tricking him. "Yes, unfortunately. There's no trick here. It's a part of the new 'me' that I'm quite unhappy about. I should have remembered, and should have eaten some carrots, and then this wouldn't effect me. But it's too late for that." And then the theatre quickly started to dim and the movie began. And I was asleep before they finished playing the silly "Dolby Stereo" introduction. When I woke up, I was being carried into the lobby by Randy. He was carrying me in a 'Fireman's lift' across his shoulders, holding one of my wrists and one of my legs. I woke up just outside the theatre, but it took me a few moments to regain full awareness. "You can put me down now, please," I said. He did so gently. I straightened my shirt so that it was covering my bottom once more. "You weren't kidding when you said you weren't very heavy - you're as light as a feather!" he said. "Anyway, the lights didn't really come back on, and people were leaving, so I figured I should take you out. Did you really sleep all the way through? You didn't see ANY of that movie?" I nodded. "Was it any good? Did you like it?" "Yeah, I thought it was excellent. Too bad you missed it. I would've liked to be able to discuss it with you." "Maybe when it comes out on DVD I'll watch it with you with the lights on, or after eating a carrot. Sorry about this whole mess. It's really embarrassing." "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal. Anyway, you ended up sleeping with your head resting on my side most of the time. When you fell asleep, your head drooped to the other side, onto the guy next to you, so, like you asked, I pulled you towards me instead. You didn't even move. I would have worried that you might not be breathing, but I could feel your breath on my arm." "Awkward," I said, still embarrassed. "So, tell me what happened in the movie." We sat side by side on a bench in the theatre lobby, waiting for Roger's movie to end. Randy told me the entire plotline of the movie, but I found it boring and daydreamed instead of listening. I found it a little strange that nobody seemed to notice or care that my brother had carried me out of the theatre unconscious. And I missed Roger. While it was OK spending time with Randy, I kept thinking that with Roger, things would be more fun. Finally Roger came out, accompanied by his two friends. They were laughing and talking loudly about their movie. I felt jealous that he was paying attention to them instead of to me. But I did my best to wait patiently. "So, how did you like the transformers?" Blake asked me. "It was awesome," I lied. "I loved it." I was trying to make myself look more like a boy. But it didn't work. They laughed at me and told me I was adorable. Before they left, Dwight told my brothers that they should bring me over to their house sometime to swim in their pool. Blake nodded in agreement, and added, "I bet you have a really cute swimsuit!" I was so shocked by this remark, shocked, offended and disgusted, yet I didn't say a thing. Roger said, "Thanks, guys, for the invitation. Maybe we'll take you up on it sometime. Anyway, it's time for us to go home." We walked into the mall and waited for Blake and Dwight to leave. "I thought they'd never leave!" I said, relieved, when they finally did. "So, you really liked the Transformers movie?" Roger asked me. "It was amazing!" I said in a deadpan, sarcastic voice. "You slept all the way through it, didn't you?!" Roger said. "I'm sorry, I only realized just when our movie started, that you hadn't really eaten any carrot today. So I guess Randy knows about your relationship with the dark now?" "How could he not? Fortunately, I thought of it before the movie started, and was able to warn him. He had to carry me out of the theatre when the movie ended, too." Roger laughed. "Well, lucky you're not very heavy." We had reached the mall exit, when, looking outside, I could see that it was dark out. "Wait," I said. "Before we go, we need to go to a grocery store and buy a carrot. I can't step outside like this. I'll collapse on the street." "Unless... why don't you just let me carry you to the car? We're not parked very far. You'll wake up again very soon." "Yeah, but... you're gonna be driving with the lights out, too. I won't wake up in the car, I'll stay out until we get home." "Fine," Roger conceded. "I guess that's true, but I know we have a big bag of carrots waiting for you in the fridge at home. We don't need to buy more. It's not such a long way home. You might as well enjoy the opportunity to rest." "I'd still rather have a carrot," I said. "I don't like losing control of my body like that." "Don't be silly," Roger said. "You can trust us. We'll take good care of you. It's just from here to the car, and then from the car into the house. Once we're inside, you'll be in the light, and you can eat the entire bag of carrots if you'd like. Otherwise we could waste a whole other hour going in and out of the Safeway for one bag of carrots. There could be a huge lineup there, for all we know." I sighed. "You promise you're just driving straight home, and you'll wake me up right away, as soon as we get home? And no funny business? And you won't do anything bad to me?" "Promise. You have my word." "I'll make sure he keeps his word," Randy added. I was still uneasy about this idea, but I said, "Well, OK then. How are we going to do this? Maybe you should pull the car up to the entrance first and open the doors." "Not necessary," Roger said. "I'll just pick you up now and carry you outside." He looked at me and reached his arms towards me. I looked to the side, where Randy was watching this, and sighed. Then I stepped towards Roger. He hooked his hands under my armpits and easily lifted me into the air, pressing my body into his with my head beside his, right over his shoulder. He pulled my legs around his waist, and then looped his arm around me so that I was sitting on his arm while he was gently but firmly gripping my thigh. He put his other arm around my back. I felt very silly, and very small being hoisted up into the air and carried like that. Not having anywhere else to really put them, I ended up putting my arms around his neck, which seemed rather natural when being lifted in that position. He carried me towards the door. Randy was walking beside us, looking at us with a strange look on his face. I guess he was kind of surprised that I was letting Roger do this to me. Randy opened the door to the mall and held it open for Roger to go through. Just before he walked through the door, he lifted his hand off my back and put it on the back of my head, and turned my head and made me lay my head down on his shoulder, while saying in a silly, mocking voice, the tone of voice one uses when speaking to little children, "Now put your head down, little Jasmine!" And then as he stepped outside, stroking my head gently, he said, "Sweet dreams, little girl. It's off to sleep for you." I wanted to tell him that wasn't funny, but I was already losing control of my body. I couldn't keep my eyelids open. And then I slept. * * * When I woke up next, Roger was shining a bright flashlight in my face to get me to wake up. When I was able to figure out where I was, I realized that I was at home, lying flat on my back on our dining room table. The lights in the room were out, and Roger was using the flashlight to try to get me to wake up. I started to try to sit up, and Roger put a hand on my shoulder and held me down to the table. "Don't say anything," he cautioned me in a whisper. "I promised Randy that I wouldn't wake you up before he got here - he had to run to the bathroom. I just wanted to ask you, first, before he got here, if it was OK if I showed him how I could play with you while you were unconscious without waking you. I mean, nothing like I did to you the time before, I just want to show him how you can be moved around kind of like a ragdoll. Only for a few minutes. Is that OK?" When I opened my mouth to speak, he pinched my lips together with his fingers and then said, "Please, answer only in a whisper. I don't want him to know I woke you yet." "Please, Roger, no." I whispered. "I just want to wake up." "Come on, Ralph," he said. "Just for a couple of minutes. I promise it won't be bad. I just want to show him you can be moved around or shaken, and nothing will wake you - nothing but light. That's all. Just give me at most two minutes, OK? I promise nothing bad will be done to you. It'll mean a lot to me, and to him." I sighed, disappointed with myself that I was about to agree to this. "If you promise that neither of you will touch me anywhere inappropriate, or uncover me." I reached towards my stomach to make sure my shirt was still covering my stomach - it was, but it was pulled up to my hips, not covering my crotch as I'd had it before. I went to pull it down more, but he pulled my hands away and forced them back down to the table. "Don't do that, or he'll know I woke you already. Don't worry, your stomach is completely covered, and I'll make sure it stays that way. So you're OK with it. Great, thanks." "But make sure... and don't do anything, you know, 'sexy' to me, or suggestive. No 'splits'." "No splits?" he said, sounding surprised. "Ok, fine, no splits. But now you have to go back to sleep." He kept a hand on my shoulder holding me down, and started moving the flashlight away. I started to lose consciousness again. And then he said, "When we wake you up, I'm gonna let Randy feed you your carrot, OK? He really wants to, he's jealous of everything you let me do. He says it's his turn. I'll make sure he does it normally, nothing silly. OK?" I wasn't able to talk anymore, as the flashlight wasn't fully pointed in my direction and I was quickly slipping away. I didn't understand what he was talking about - nobody needed to feed me a carrot, I'd eat it myself! And yet I couldn't respond. I could barely keep my thoughts together. I moaned a bit. He interpreted that as consent. "Good girl," he said, shining the light at my face for one more moment, which caused me to wake up a little more, but just for a moment. Now forget we had this conversation, or, I mean, pretend like you haven't been awake yet, please." He put his hand against my forehead, and then with two of his fingers he forced my eyelids shut while whispering "Sleep!" I heard the flashlight click off. Almost instantly I was unconscious again. * * * When I woke up next, I was in the kitchen, lying on my stomach on the counter. I could feel a tiny bit of the counter against my stomach, which meant my shirt was lifted up just a tiny bit. There was a finger pressed against the bare skin of the bottom of my back, between the top of my pants and the bottom of my shirt; the rest of that hand was also pressing against me, but against my clothes, not my bare skin. When I managed to get my eyes open, I could see that Randy was standing by my head, with a hand resting on my head. Roger was standing beside him; it was his hand on my back. Mom was also in the room, a few feet away in front of my head, watching but not touching me. I could smell a carrot, and then I saw it, on the counter, about a foot away from my head. Seeing that I'd woken up, Mom laughed and said, "Welcome back to the land of the living!" Then Roger said, "OK, Randy, it's time for her carrot so she can stay awake." I was still not 100% back to normal; as you know, it took about a minute or two for me to regain full strength and speech, so I couldn't yet protest the way he had spoken about me. "Wait," Mom said, unexpected. "Not just yet. I want to try one more thing, Roger. Keep her there on the counter, don't give her the carrot yet. I'll be right back." She ran out of the room. "What's this about?" I finally managed to ask. "I have no idea what she's doing," Roger said. "Let's just wait a minute and see. It can't be anything bad, but if it is we'll say 'no'." They kept their hands on me, holding me down to the counter. With his free hand, Randy put a couple of fingers on my cheek and stroked it a bit. "Please don't," I said. "I'm not a baby." "Sorry," he said with a tone of disappointment, taking his fingers away. Mom ran back into the room, holding something. "It's my sleep mask," she said. "Will she go back to sleep if we blindfold her, even if she's in a room with the lights on? Can we test it?" She didn't ask my permission, but just slipped the mask over my eyes. I moved my arms to try to pull it of, but felt two hands grab my wrists and force them back down by my sides. And, sure enough, after a few seconds, I was asleep again. This time, though, not perfectly. I started to come out of the sleep a few times, noticing that my body was in different positions and on different surfaces, and then being somehow forced back to sleep again. When I was finally allowed to wake up again, I was back on the counter, on my stomach, though this time I was facing the other way; a little more of my stomach was directly against the counter, and a little more of my back directly against Roger's hand. "Ok, guys, this time for real," Roger said even before I regained speech. "Time for her carrot." Randy, who was closest to my head, moved it so that my chin was against the counter, and my face was raised, looking straight ahead. He looped his arm under my neck and shoulders and lifted me off the counter a bit, and then with his other hand opened my mouth. Then, unceremoniously and roughly, he started pushing the carrot into my mouth and down my throat. He pushed it in faster and less gentle than Roger would have done it. Just kept my body limp and allowed this to happen, until the carrot was all the way in and I swallowed. Based on its smell and taste it seemed to me that there was fresh mud on the carrot - the taste didn't bother me, but the idea did. I hadn't agreed to Roger revealing this part of my new identity to the others, yet it seemed he'd obviously encouraged them to take the carrot out back and get it really nice and dirty before feeding it to me. "OK," Randy said. "Let's turn the lights out and see if that worked." After they shut the lights off, I sat up and then stood up, showing them that I wasn't falling asleep. And I straightened my shirt to cover my butt and crotch again. "OK, show's over," I said. "Thanks for coming. Bye." I felt a little annoyed at them all for the way I'd been treated. So I went to my room to be alone. Roger came in a few minutes later. "Are you OK? You're not upset about anything are you?" he asked. "No," I lied. "Not upset. I just need some time alone. I want to read something." * * * I heard them all go to sleep not too long after that - it WAS kind of late. Roger came into my room to say goodnight, and ask if I needed anything before he went to bed. Part of me wanted him not to go to bed, and to pay attention to me instead. But the other part of me was too proud for that. I said 'goodnight' coldly, and waited for him to go to sleep. I could tell that the three of them were all actually asleep. And I felt annoyed, lonely and bored. I didn't want to sleep yet. I tried reading, doing things on the computer, and playing with the X-box, but found it all quite boring. So I decided to go outside. First, I decided to change into something that would allow me to move a little more freely. I examined my options, and decided to stay with the shirt I was wearing, but to change into the black spandex shorts I often wore when home alone. Of course, I wore nothing on my feet. I snuck outside into the backyard and played with some nocturnal animals for a while. Then I left our yard and jumped through the trees down the block, and entered one of the neighbours' yard, one who had a big friendly dog who happened to be outside. Quickly I cautioned the dog not o make a sound so that I wouldn't be spotted. Then, I played a bit of 'tag' with the dog, and let her lick a lot of my skin before moving on. I found a little group of raccoons and played with them for a bit. And then I started to miss home, and decided to return. I went back inside. Everyone was still sleeping. And, having been unconscious for so much of the day already, I still wasn't really tired. But I was bored, and even considered taking a little bit of ginger to help me sleep. But I didn't. I found something on TV that actually kept my interest. It was reruns from gymnastics competitions at old Olympics events. I watched the routines in detail, remembering them for later, and copying many of their bends and twists - whatever didn't involve running. I watched a bit of figure skating too. Finally, I started to notice that the effects of the carrot were beginning to wear off, and I began to yawn. I considered eating another carrot, so that I could go to sleep when I wanted to instead of when my body forced it on me. I knew that it was only the dark that was making me tired, not actual fatigue. But I decided against taking another carrot. Instead, I thought of a new 'game' I could play. I quietly tiptoed around the dark house, yawning more and more. The game was to see where I'd suddenly get too tired to move and pass out until the natural light came through the windows in the morning. I enjoyed the thrill of this, tempting fate, going in and out of the different rooms in the house, including Mom's room, Randy's room, and Roger's room. With my super-natural abilities came the ability to move around completely silently, without waking sleeping people. I was really pushing myself to my limit, seeing what would happen, and, as luck would have it, standing in Roger's room right in front of his bed I suddenly felt my strength begin to leave me quickly, too quick to be able to get out in time. As my strength quickly drained completely, I realized that Roger had very opaque window blinds, and that it was possible that his room wouldn't get light until he already woke up. I also realized that I was still wearing those spandex shorts, which I wouldn't want him or the others seeing me wearing - I'd put them on when everyone was asleep, planning on changing into something more modest and less feminine before anyone could see me. And now it was too late. My eyes went black, and my body slowly fell to the floor beside Roger's bed.