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When Tim visits his cousin Lenny in the city, all he wants to do is drink his troubles away while playing video games with his friends. Soon he discovers that Lenny and the guys have been playing with a magical trinket known as the Medallion of Zulu. But when Lenny's new roommate offers them an all-expense paid night out at the city's most exclusive club, things go from weird to downright dangerous. *** Cover-Up *** I hadn't been awake for very long when they came to the house, I must have been exhausted because I had slept through the morning and well into the afternoon. Certainly not long enough to really get over what had happened last night. Part of me didn't want to believe it, part of me wanted to ignore it, part of me wanted to cry. I crawled out of a stranger's bed, pulled on a stranger's bath robe, and stumbled down the stairs of a magnificent loft condo that I was just seeing for the first time. It took me a few minutes of rummaging through the kitchen to find a mug and a single-serve coffee puck for the machine on the counter. Three minutes later I had a steaming cup of coffee clutched between my hands. I sipped at the cup intently, trying not to focus on what was going on, on what happened, on what we did. But it was hard not to, especially since everything reminded me of her. That's when they knocked at my door. "Ms. Lauchlin," they announced loud enough and with enough authority to resonate through the door. "It's the Police." I almost lost my shit, I knew they would come, knew they would find her, knew they would find me. The coffee mug was shaking in my delicate hands, so I carefully set it down on the counter. I moved toward the door, pulling the bathrobe tight against my body, almost stumbling over a pair of tall orange heels that I had abandoned last night. I peered through the peep-hole at a man and woman in heavy trench coats standing uncomfortably on the other side of the door, their bodies and faces distorted by the fish eye lens. I steadied myself against the door and took a deep breath. "I can do this," I told myself repeatedly. "I can do this." Slowly unlatching the lock, I pulled the door open as far as the chain would allow. Peeking through I realized how short I was, as both people at my door towered over me. "Hello?" I asked, trying to sound puzzled. "Can I help you?" **24 HOURS EARLIER** "You're insane," I said, as I twisted open my beer. Sure, it was Saturday morning, but I had just been laid off from my job, and with a sudden excess of free time and an unhealthy dose of depression, I was getting drunk more often these days. I came out to the city to visit my cousin, Leonard. Lenny was studying medicine and living up the bachelor life not far from the city's downtown core. Lenny's roommate, Doug, got me an interview on Monday at the warehouse where he worked so I came down on Friday night to hang out for the weekend. They're good guys. The small townhouse they rented was an amazing place, the kind of place where a man-child like me could let go of the real world, play video games, and try to be a college student again. In fact, we had been playing Killtastic 2 and drinking all night, and we were likely going to keep going through Sunday. "Seriously," Lenny said. He was holding a small piece of costume jewelry in his hand. I couldn't see it very well, but it looked like something from a vending machine, or some old lady's jewelry box. "Have you ever seen me work out?" he said. "Or eat healthy?" I looked at him skeptically. I had to admit, I was surprised to get here on Friday to see my 300 pound fat ass cousin drop down to 200 pounds of lean muscle. He looked good, but I'd rather believe that it was from a good diet and exercise rather than what he was trying to tell me. "You're telling me that necklace magically put you in perfect shape?" I laughed, "Did it shrink your brain with your waistline?" "I'm serious," Lenny smiled, shaking his head. "This thing is magic, and it works. All of us used it to get into perfect shape." "How?" I asked, wondering why I was even entertaining him. Lenny smiled and set his beer on the ground. "You put the medallion on, and touch it to a piece of clothing. Then it adjusts your body so it fits the clothing." "Sure it does," I said, taking another sip of the beer. I didn't believe him, but part of me wanted to. I wasn't exactly a tiny fellow myself, and I certainly wasn't in the best health. I was balding 30 year old with a bad knee, bad back, and 30 or 40 extra pounds floating around my midsection. The idea of effortlessly becoming the "perfect me" was far too good to be true. Maybe that's what led me to what I did next. "Prove it," I said, reaching for the medallion. "Give me your shirt, and let's see me lose a few pounds." "Easy there!" Lenny's eyes went frightfully wide; he pulled the medallion back out of my reach. "There's more." I smiled smugly, as if I had just won the argument. "Sure there is." "It does more," Lenny said. "If you touched me when I was touching it, I'd turn into you and you'd turn into me. We'd switch bodies. And if you used my shirt, you'd turn into a copy of me. You don't want to do that." "Uh huh." Things were just getting more and more outrageous. "You really don't," Doug said, stepping into the room with more beer and a shopping bag. "I did that the first time we used it. No one should be stuck in Lenny's fat ass for that long." "Hey!" Lenny snarled, throwing his beer bottle at him. "We tried a few things when we first found it," Doug said, nestling into his chair. "I was Lenny, Lenny was me, we even stole some clothing from the neighbours." I raised an eyebrow. "The Jenkin's family?" "Yeah," He said, lost in a memory, "it was... strange." He dug around in the shopping bag and pulled out a plastic pouch. Tossing them to me, I turned it around to look at the label. It was a pack of muscle shirts that probably wouldn't have fit me way back in my highschool days. "But if you use brand new, never before used clothing, then it just adjusts your body." "Once we learned it could do that, we've been using them to perfect our bodies. Making us 'the perfect us'." Lenny set the medallion down on the coffee table ahead of me. "Give it a try. The muscle shirt should shrink your weight, shape up that torso, you'll probably stay about the same age and height. We can fix up the rest later." I looked at the shirt, and then at the medallion. I still didn't believe them, but they seemed to believe it and it was hard for me to argue against their conviction. These two slobs had gotten into great shape, in virtually no time at all. I suppose it was a lapse in judgment, but it was so damn tempting. After everything that has happened the last few weeks, I could use a win. If I could be the perfect me with no effort, then why not give it a try. Worst case they mock me for being a fool, and then we play video games. "What the hell," I said dramatically chugging the rest of my beer. I stood up, and pulled the medallion over my head. In my hand I held the pack of muscle shirts, still tightly sealed in their wrapping. "So what do I do now?" Before I could react, Doug pulled something out of the shopping bag and tossed it to me. Instinctively, I caught it, and was met by a strange tingling sensation. "What the...?" I looked down at the clothing I had caught. It was a small yellow t-shirt, a woman's baby-doll t-shirt. I looked over to Lenny whose face was surprised and shocked. He looked at the t-shirt, and then at me before turning to Doug and breaking into a boisterous laugh. "You're an ass." Doug smiled, and turned back to Killtastic 2, using the opportunity to shoot my character. I felt my body twist and contort, it was a strange and very unpleasant experience. The world around me seemed to grow and I could feel myself getting smaller, shrinking down in height and weight. My shirt and pants seemed to grow around me, and my stomach wretched, causing me to double over in pain. As I tumbled to the ground, I could see my toes, becoming tiny and delicate, out of scale with the rest of my body. As I lay sprawled out on the floor, I could feel my chest expanding, slowly at first, and then ballooning uncomfortably pinned beneath my body and the ground. I rolled onto my side to relieve the pressure, and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes were obscured by long blond trusses of hair. I pulled the hair out of my face, and looked at unfamiliar hands, they were smooth and callous-free with long slender fingernails that were devoid of dirt. A few minutes later, things seemed to have settled down, and I found myself breathing heavily on the floor. I lay there a few more minutes, before attempting to stand up. I practically tripped out of my pants, as I got up. I kicked off the large baggy fabric. My shirt draped over me like tent, and extending down past my knees. I had become tiny! I could see two mounds protruding from the front of the shirt, and judging by the strange relocation of weight, I was sure they were attached to me. I pulled out my collar and looked down inside my shirt. I had breasts, full, ample breasts that clung to my chest, successfully fighting off gravity to stay firm and perky. Below them, soft supple skin had replaced my hairy stomach. "What did you do to me!" I shrieked, before clamping my hands over my mouth in surprise. My deep scratchy voice replaced with a soft delicate chime. Lenny and Doug were watching from in front of the couch, and they were smiling. "She's so cute," Doug smiled, "Our little girl is all grown up," Lenny added. "Fuck you guys!" I said, scooping up my clothing, and running over to the bathroom. Flicking on the bathroom light, I found a young blonde bombshell staring back at me. She had long wavy blond hair that was all tussled up from the transformation. Her wide blue eyes echoed my own surprise, and her thick pouty lips were silently mouthing the curse words I was running through my head. She looked like a doll wrapped up in my oversized t-shirt, and had I seen her anywhere else, I'd assumed she had spent a wild night with a guy. I guess technically she had. "Seriously guys!" I shouted through the door. "What the fuck have you done?" There was laughter on the other side, and the door, followed by another video game explosion. Oddly enough the first thing that crossed my mind was that they were killing my character, decimating my online record, and threatening my online-manhood. My manhood... I dropped all my clothing, and scrambled to find my manhood. Having lost my pants a few minutes ago, all I had to do was lift up my t- shirt dress. My manhood was gone, replaced by a delicately shaven patch of public hair, and a thin slit surrounded by soft mounds of flesh. Tempted, I was about to reach down and investigate when I was suddenly overcome with fear and shame. I rummaged through my clothing and pulled my boxer shorts out of the pants. I quickly pulled them over my body, covering the new parts, and I prayed that the elastic band would hold them up over my tiny hips. I stood in front of the mirror a few seconds longer, before opening the door heading back to the living room. "You fuckers!" I said screaming. I smirked a little bit when I realized my high pitched squeaky voice must have sounded like hell. "Change me back!" Doug and Lenny laughed, before Lenny tossed me another beer. I struggled to catch it, the can was bigger than I remembered it. "No can do Timmy," he smiled. "Why not?" I asked, planting my hands on my hips. Doug gave me the strangest look, and I was suddenly weirded out. "Hey!" I snapped. Doug's face went red, and he turned back to the game. "Sorry." "The thing has a cool down, It can only be used once every 12 hours or so," Lenny began. "12 hours?" I said softly, my eyes searching for a clock. "You mean I'm stuck like this all day?" Lenny looked at the clock and nodded. "Looks like it." "Oh god!" I buried my face in my hands, sniffling. My emotions were going nuts, and tears were forming around my eyes. "I'm stuck like this." "Sorry Tim," Lenny's eyes sank to the floor, did I just guilt trip him? "It was just a prank. We didn't mean anything." "There's some clothing in the bag that'll fit you. Why don't you get changed, then come back here and we'll play some more video games?" Doug tossed the shopping bag at me. "Don't worry, we'll change you back as soon as we can." "Lenny and I have both been there." I wiped some tears from my eyes, and grabbed the bag. I debated changing right in front of them, but the look in Doug's eyes still freaked me out, instead I dragged the bag back into the bathroom. ** I watched the clock like a hawk, and though I had more or less gotten comfortable in this new body, I was eager to go back to normal. After I came out of the bathroom Lenny explained that they had swiped the clothing from a girl at the laundry mat, and that they didn't know her name, they had settled on calling her Candi, because of the bright sequined lettering on the yellow baby-doll. At one point Doug even recommended that I go 'explore' Candi's body as an opportunity that a man would never have. But I couldn't do it, it just felt wrong, and judging by Lenny's reaction he agreed with me. But I got the feeling that over the week these guys had the medallion they had tried many things. The worst part of the entire ordeal was the lecherous looks that Doug would give me, and the fact that after 2 beers, I was buzzing too much to risk another. I felt weak, vulnerable, and did not want to lose my control in my current situation. About an hour before I could change back, the door opened, and another man entered the house. "What's up assholes?" he asked, charging into the room. He paused when he met my eyes. "Candi?" he asked. "Tim," Lenny replied, gesturing to me, and then to the other man. "James." "Tim?" James paused. "Oh, you're the cousin!" "What's up man?" He smiled extending his hand. I accepted it, and tried to shake it only to find it pinched in his crushing grip. "You don't start small eh? Right to the Candi!" I grimaced, pulling my hand out of his monstrous paw. "Fuckers tricked me." "Good job boys," James exchanged glances with Doug and Lenny. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, and then leapt over the couch, landing neatly between me and Lenny. He wrapped his arm around me, and it slipped a bit too low for my comfort. "Easy," I said, shrugging his arm away. James just smiled a big dick-headed smile that made Doug's advances feel like nothing. "So here's the plan boys," he turned to me, "and girl." I scowled at him. "Guess who got us into Physique tonight?" "Physique?" I asked. "Nightclub," Lenny replied, "fanciest most exclusive one in town. Expensive too. No thanks." "Bull shit. You boys have been playing with the medallion all week, pimping out your bods, for what? To sit and play Killtastic with your sexually confused cousin." "Hey!" "No, I got us into Physique tonight, it'll be great," He shook my body tightly. "You can come too hot stuff. Wouldn't hurt for us to have some arm candy." "Fuck off," I said, "I'm turning back in an hour." "Suit yourself," James shook his head. "Doug was much more 'accommodating' when he was Candi." I glanced at Doug and he didn't meet my eyes. "You're missing the biggest part James," Lenny said, turning back to the video game. "We don't have the money for Physique. Hell we barely have enough money for another 24." "Don't worry about it, it's on me," James just smiled. "Get yourselves ready for a night on the town, I'll handle the rest." A second later, he was gone. "What the fuck was that?" I asked. "Yeah, James is a bit of a hurricane," Lenny shrugged, "but he pays the rent." "And tonight he's going to pay the bills too," Doug smiled, getting out of his seat. "Where's the medallion?" "It's on the fridge," Lenny replied. "What do you got planned?" "Just a little boost to my confidence," Doug replied, as he left the room. ** "Good to be back," I smiled as I did the last button up on my dress shirt. It felt so good to be back into my old body, as 'less-than-perfect' as it may be. I put Candi's clothing back into the shopping bag, and settled back onto the couch. I absentmindedly flipped through the channels when Lenny came back into the room. He was walking a little strange, and seemed to be constantly adjusting his pants. Guess he went through with Doug's plan confidence booster too. "So let me get this straight. You think a bigger cock is more confidence?" I laughed. "Gunna take some getting used to." Lenny sat down, and worked to make himself comfortable. "But the ladies will love it." I tried not to follow that particular train of thought, but had to ask. "What clothing did you use to change that part?" "Banana hammock." "Banana hammock," I replied quietly, trying to erase the image from my mind. "Listen Tim," Lenny began. "Sorry we did that today, it felt like a good idea at the time, but it may have been a bit too much." "A bit too much," I echoed "You turned me into a walking wet dream. I was afraid Doug was going to lose it around me." "Yeah, he's got a bit of a thing for Candi." "Seriously dude, Candi?" I set the beer down, and turned to face Lenny. "You don't even know her name, but you guys have been playing with her like a sex toy for a week now. Don't you think that's a little much? Haven't you crossed a line here?" Lenny nodded, his eyes drifting away. "I mean, mess with your own body, sure, why not, but stealing a woman's clothes, so you can 'explore' her body. I don't know man. That's too much for me." "Maybe you're right. Maybe we got a little carried away." "Who's ready for a party!" a deep voice echoed from behind me as someone entered the room. "I turned to see an older man, maybe in his 50s, standing there with Doug. He was wearing a suit that looked like it was worth more than last year's income, and pair of shoes that were worth more than my car." "Holy fuck!" I whispered. "Get the plan now?" the man said, smiling. "See how I'm getting you into Physique?" James... I couldn't believe it. He had used the medallion to turn into some other guy. "So this guy named Carver turns up at my restaurant, throwing money around like it's nothing. I spill a bit of wine on him, and in the confusion he throws out this tie, and I snag one of his credit cards. Viola! we've got a free night on the town." "No way," I found myself saying. "You can't do that. Its identity theft and credit card fraud." "Not at all," James smiled calmly, "I'm Carver, there's no identity theft if I'm him!" "It's not right," I said, a pit forming in my stomach. "Listen Timmy," James scowled at me. "We could spend ten grand, and that still wouldn't come close to the cash this guy burns on socks. One night, balls to the wall, and then I change back to normal, and no one is the wiser, far as the world knows Carver's on a bender tonight." "It's perfect dude." Doug slapped my shoulder. "We deserve a break. You deserve a break." "I don't know about this," Lenny sighed. "No one will believe what happened. Look how hard it was to convince Tim," Doug smiled, "We just deny knowing Carver, say he 'picked us up' at Physique, and have a good time." "Alright, let's go!" Lenny replied, after a moment's thought. I shuddered; it looks like using the medallion is a slippery slope. "How about it Timmy?" James scowled. "You got no job, no money, nothing, why not one big night on the town." A pit was forming in my stomach, and I had a bad feeling about this. But part of me couldn't help but yearn for a night out, and if I stuck with the guys maybe I could mitigate anything that went wrong. A moral compass maybe? "Fine," I shrugged uncertainly. "Let's go." ** I had to give James credit, he had this plan all figured out. He had us go to Physique and wait in line. He wanted it to look like Carver had never met us before and wanted to make sure that no one could tie us together. So we stood there in the cold for almost an hour. Finally around 10, a limo approached, and James flew out. He marched right to the head of the line, and started talking to the bouncer. There was a quick flurry of money and suddenly we were in the club, bottles of booze in our hands, and girls orbiting James and his stolen wallet. I don't remember much of it, but it was good shit, all sorts of booze and money and for the first time in a very long time, I felt like a "somebody". I remember dancing with this girl and things getting pretty intense. I never did get her name, probably a good thing since I wouldn't have been able to afford her lifestyle anyway. But what happened next changed everything. The next thing I know we were wandering the streets well after 2am. James had picked up this chick in an orange dress, and they were walking arm and arm down the street. I suppose I should have been concerned that she wasn't part of his plan, but by this point, we were all pretty drunk. Instead, we just followed behind them, just having a blast. The streets were dark and the sky was cool. James and the girl were having a great time, giggling and flirting their way down the street. Doug was following close on James' heels. Lenny and I hung back so we could light up a joint. We stood in the edge of the shadows as he passed it over to me. I had just finished a drag of it when we heard a scream. I took off toward the others, leaving Lenny to put out the joint. When I got there, Doug was on his knees, and James was standing over the girl looking down at her. She was laying on the road, sprawled out across the ground, blood starting to pool at the back of her head. "What the hell!" I snapped. "What happened?" Doug looked up at James, and he turned to me, fear in his eyes. "Holy shit man!" he said. "I, she..." "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Doug just whimpered. "What did you do?" James snapped back into it. "She fell. She fell back toppled over her fucking shoes, she was so drunk. She hit her head." Lenny was already beside me, and attending to the girl, he had somehow blown through his drunk and into into med student mode. "She's dead," he said a second later. I found myself grasping at my thinning hair, looking down at this beautiful woman. Her eyes staring blankly up into the sky, she looked empty... The lights were off, no one was home. "We've got to call the cops," I said, reaching for my cellphone. "No," James' perked up, and smacked it out of my hands. "We can't!" "Why not?" I said. "Cause, people saw her with me at the party. If the police get involved, then they'll do an investigation, they'll find us, they'll figure out I'm an imposter, and you guys will go to jail." "What?" I said a drunken fear overcoming me. "Listen," James grabbed my shoulders and shook them. "They'll look at the video footage, see you with Carver, you'll be arrested." "I'll use the medallion to turn back to normal, they won't find me," He turned to us. "But they'll find you." "He's right," Doug said. "I don't want to go to jail." "We can't just leave her," I said, looking to Lenny for compassion. My cousin just looked back at me, he was still in school, his dreams of being a doctor would go up in smoke if he was arrested for murder. I knew it, he knew it, we were fucked. We stood there in silence for a few minutes, when a car turned the corner down the street. Suddenly, we were all acutely aware of being out in the open. James stepped back his mind racing. "Help me get her into that alley," he instructed, starting to pick her up. When we had retreated to the safety of the alley, he set her down on the ground. "Help me get her clothes off," he instructed. "Don't get blood on them." "What?" Lenny asked. "I've got the medallion," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. "Timmy is going to take her place." "What?" We all said simultaneously. "It's the best plan. Timmy turns into her, goes home, lives in her house. When the cops find her body, they'll think it's her, and come to find you. You can pretend to be her. There won't be a murder investigation if she's just some homeless Jane Doe." "You're nuts." "No, he's right, it'll work," Lenny said, "You just need to pass it off as her for a few days. You've got no job, you can drop off the map for a bit." "No," I said, looking back where Doug and James were pulling off her dress, her jewelry, her underwear. "I can't do this. It's just wrong." "I know it's wrong," Lenny said, resting his hands on my shoulder, "but I don't want to go to jail, and neither does Doug... James is the only one who gets away, we need to cover our asses." "But why does it have to be me?" "We've all used it within 12 hours. You haven't... you're the only one it will work on." Fuck! Everything was crashing down. I was about to obstruct a murder investigation, and impersonate a victim. "Okay, we're good," James said, holding the woman's clothes, "Hurry up and change. Doug and I will deal with the body." I nodded, accepting the medallion from James. Then I picked up the girl's dress. There was a slight tingling sensation, as the medallion started the process, and I grabbed the clothing and moved away from the body, I couldn't watch. I found a spot behind a dumpster and stripped out of my clothes, naked I crouched over and cried. The transformation seemed to take forever this time, though I knew it was just me. Finally finished, I pulled the medallion off and set it aside. The transformation had cleared my head, taking the alcohol out of the equation, and replacing it with cold, sober fear. I stood up and started to crawl into the girl's clothing. It was gross and unsettling. I was crawling into the clothes of a dead woman, her body still warm down the alley. When I was done, I tried to step into the tall orange heels the girl had wearing. It didn't last long, I tumbled over a second later. Instead I chose to hold them in my hand and walk barefoot. Lenny was waiting for me at the end of the alley, he had re-lit his joint, and was pulling another quiet breath. He looked as pale as a ghost in the dimly lit street light. James and Doug were gone, and so was the body. "Where'd they go?" I asked. Lenny turned his head away from me as he handed me a small purse. I handed him the medallion, and told him where I left my clothes. "They are going to..," he said. "They went to dispose of the body." "Oh god" he said, taking another quick toke. "I just said that." I nodded, feeling myself tearing up again. "Oh god." "What did we do?" he asked, holding the medallion in his hands. "All because of this tiny piece of shit." "Yeah," I said softly, my voice uncomfortably falsetto. I really didn't know what else to say. "God, you look just like her," Lenny turned to look at me. "It almost makes me feel like nothing happened." "Not to me," I said, clutching my arms together, I was starting to get cold and the adrenaline was wearing off. Seeing me shiver Lenny handed me his jacket, and started walking back down the way we came. "Come on," he said, "let's get you home." "Home?" I said, following behind him, my purse and shoes in my hands. "Sounds good." Lenny handed me a small plastic card. "You're name is Amelia Lauchlin, you're 26, and live downtown." I looked at the card, it was the girl's driver's license. I recognized the address as being one of the fancier parts of town. "Guess, I should know that," I said, flipping it over in my hand. "If we're going to pull this off." "James told me to get you back to the club district, walk around a bit, show up on some security cams, get some witnesses, and then put you in a cab back to your place." "Sounds like a plan," I said sarcastically. I pulled his jacket on over my bar arms, and tugged my dress down, it didn't go any lower. I really wished it didn't have to be so short. "James is right. If we want to get out of this, we have to put some time between you," he stuttered, "I mean, her, and us." I nodded. "It'll fuck the investigation right up, if they find the body, and Amelia is still alive. Maybe they'll write it off as some sort of weird Jane Doe thing, and then it'll be forgotten. You can't have a missing person, if there's no person missing. At the very least, when you change back, and she does disappear it'll be a while after all this went down." Lenny's last thought stuck in my head for a bit. How long would I need to be Amelia to cover our asses? "Listen to what you just said Len," I said, "Your roommate has us covering up a murder." I growled in frustration. "God Lenny, where did you find him?" "Fuck, I know," Lenny nodded, throwing his roach on the ground. "He applied for the room after Mark moved out. Seemed like a good guy, had money, and honestly, he was pretty exciting, knew all these people, all these girls. Thought maybe I could learn to be like him; popular, brave, maybe have some adventures, you know, grow out of the video games in the basement lifestyle." I laughed at. It came out as a disturbingly cute giggle. "Be careful what you wish for," I said, deadpan. He glanced back at me, his eyes looked me up and down. "Tell me about it." We took a roundabout way back to the club district. The bars had all let out, and the streets were packed with drunken kids. I tried to smile and look like I was enjoying myself, at the very least I was trying to look drunk and carefree. It was a pretty tall order given what we had just been through. As I walked down the street, people kept turning to look at me, and part of me wanted to freak out and run away. My conscious pulled at me, begging me to turn myself in, obviously the cover up had failed, and people saw who I really was. As if sensing my fear, Lenny wrapped his arm around me, and we walked down the street through the crowd. At one point it became too much, and I pushed myself away from Lenny. Propping up on a light post, I threw up all over someone's shoes. I hung my head there for a bit, feeling the bizarre sensation of my weird new teeth, and the taste of vomit. Finally, I looked up to apologize for throwing up on someone. It was a cop. I had just thrown up on a cop. "Fuck," I said, looking up into his unimpressed eyes. I was busted, it was over. "I'm sorry," I managed to squeak out. "I didn't mean to do it." I was starting to cry again, starting to bubble over, I was ten seconds away from breaking down completely. Thank god for Lenny, he stepped in and pulled me away. "I'm so sorry officer," he said, trying to put a bit of bravado in his own drunken voice. She's has had too much tonight. She really didn't mean to." "Just get her home kid," The cop cut him off, before looking down at his feet and letting out an exasperating sigh. "Wow," Lenny whispered, as we walked away. "You almost messed that up." "I know," I replied. We walked around for over an hour, stopped to get some Pizza at a restaurant, I didn't eat any, and a short while later, Lenny hailed a cab, and was pushed me into the back seat. He gave the driver my address and handed over some cash before turning back to me. "Go home Amelia," he said, "Get some sleep. I'll see you sometime tomorrow." "Okay," I muttered. "Goodnight Len" I started to say as the cab took off. I buried my face in my hands as the cab sped down the streets. I closed my eyes, trying to make it all disappear, but every time opened my eyes, I'd look down to see the hem of an orange dress, and two shapely legs. The cab pulled up to Amelia's apartment. The cabbie smiled, and said, "Have a nice night." I stumbled out of the cab, making sure to grab my purse and my shoes. I looked up at Amelia's address, it was a magnificent condo building, and it definitely reeked of money. As I approached the door, a man appeared out of nowhere, and pulled the door open for me. "Have a good night Ms. Lauchlin?" the doorman asked. "Yeah," I tried to muster the best smile I could. "You wouldn't believe it." "I bet," the older man smiled. "Have a good night," he finished as I walked past. All the energy of the nigh was slowly wearing off as I slumped against the elevator riding up to the 16th floor. I was exhausted. As if on autopilot, I made my way to Amelia's apartment, slipped the key into the door, and went inside. The lights were off, and I had no clue where they were, so I dropped my shoes, stumbled up some stairs, and found a bed. Stripping out of my clothing, I dropped my dress and underwear onto the floor, and collapsed into the bed, trying desperately to put this night behind me. **NOW** The police looked at each other slightly taken aback, like they had seen a ghost. I had a pretty good idea why. They were talking to a dead woman. "I'm Detective Parker, this is Detective Drew," the woman said, flashing her credentials to my face. "Mind if we come in?" I nodded through the crack of the door, and opened it for the police, all the while, trying not to freak out. I ushered them over to the couch in the living area next to the kitchen, that's when I realized there was a massive bay window looking out over the city skyline. "Can I offer either of you a coffee?" I asked, trying to be polite, hoping I was hiding my fear. "No ma'am," Detective Drew said, sitting down on white leather couches. "What seems to be the problem detectives?" Detective Parker glanced over at Drew, her long silky black hair pulled back in a tight black bun. "Can you tell us where you were last night?" I looked back at them and shook my head. Carefully, I recounted what happened last night. Keeping the story as close to the truth as I could. I had gone to Physique last night with some friends, met up with this cute older man, he paid for everything, and we had a lot of fun. We left the club, and I wandered the streets until I got sick on a police officer, and crawled into a cab. Finally, I assembled all the courage I had. "What's this all about?" I asked, as politely as possible. "We're investigating a death in the industrial district last night. Looks like a woman hit her head and fell into the lake," Detective Drew replied. "We're just trying to establish a timeline." I nodded solemnly. It looked like the boys dumped her off a pier. I tried to figure out how far I could press with my own questions. "That's terrible," I said, "but I don't understand? What does this woman have to do with me?" The two police officers looked at each other. "We can't discuss an active investigation right now," Detective Parker said, as she pulled a small business card out of her pocket. "We thank you for your time Ms. Lauchlin, We may come back later with more questions." I accepted the card, and slipped it into my robe. "Of course," I said, following them back to the door. "If there is anything I can do to help." "Thank you," the detectives smiled and left, as I slowly closed the door behind them, I strained my ears to listen for what they were saying. "Looks just like her," was all I could hear them say. As the pair of detectives disappeared out of the peep-hole, I latched up the lock, and made my way back to the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door behind me, and sunk to the floor. The waterworks turned on full as I lay in a heap crying. This was seriously fucked up. I don't know how long I was there, but once I was done crying, I got up and made my way to the bedroom vanity at the end of my bed. I sat down in the mirror to look at my new face, at Amelia's face. She had short brown hair, and a sophisticated haircut. Her eyes were a deep green, and unlike when I last saw her, they were bright and alive. Unlike Candi, her lips were delicate and thin, and her nose cute and sharp. She may not have been a sex kitten like Candi, but she was drop dead gorgeous in a "I model clothes" kind of way. I looked around the vanity when something caught my eye. It was a silver picture frame, tucked between a couple others. Pulling it out, I saw it. It was Amelia, and a very familiar looking face. In the picture Amelia was locked in a loving embrace with another man, a very familiar man, a man who I had just met the day before. "James..." I whispered, that pit forming in my stomach again. "What the hell is going on?"