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Dan's Distortion .* * * Part 3: * * *. Distortion [n]: A psychological defense mechanism that helps to repress or disguise unacceptable thoughts. Her vision blurred as the entire room spun in and out of focus. Her mind incapable of focusing on one thought for long, occasionally screaming warnings to her that she couldn't comprehend. She could hear a familiar woman's voice moaning and the grunts of some man, but she was already lost. These feelings, these warnings were drowned out by the intense pleasure. The intense need. The intense exhaustion. It took her a long time to finally open her eyes, rays of sunlight stabbing through the blinds and slightly illuminating the otherwise dark room. She turned her head to watch the speckles of dust cascading in the rays of sunlight. The rest of her body lay limp and lifeless as her eyes tried to focus. It took a few moments before she felt the pain. A sweeping soreness that slowly spread throughout her body. She needed to get up, but her body wasn't very cooperative. She struggled to remember why she was in this state to begin with, but a dense fog drifted over her memories. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, mentally retracing the series of events before her blackout. She painfully remembered waking up as a woman, and the message on the TV that pushed her into action. Shivering as she thought about Daisy's haunted trailer, the strange conversation at the convenience store. That last thought brought her eyes to the nightstand, where she noticed an open box of cigarettes labeled "Vogue." She had an odd desire to take one, but a sudden thumping from behind caught her attention. That was when she remembered it. The familiar face she found at her front door the night before, and the discovery of her latest round of curses. The throbbing soreness between her legs was confirmation enough, as last night suddenly came back to her. She felt sick to her stomach, recalling the unspeakable things she did with another man. Her heart began throbbing as the sound of rushing water echoed in the distance. She quickly turned to face the other side of the bed, hissing in response to the sudden pain. Her right hand cupping her neck as her eyes darted to the bathroom door. The sudden whiplash only dulled the pain between her legs, but it was clear that whatever happened last night kicked her ass. Pete was obviously still here, but to her luck he was currently occupied. She knew that if she acted fast, she could run away before he made her do more unspeakable things. Exhausted as she was, she willed herself to get out of bed, before her hand landed in something very wet. Disgusted, she quickly stood up and ripped the blankets from the bed. Gasping slightly as an enormous wet spot was revealed. Did one of them piss the bed last night? Something in the back of her mind told her that wasn't the case. She also discovered that her only garments were thigh- high stockings. Her bared nipples reacting to the cold as they slowly grew from her enormous breasts. Shivering, she grabbed a sheet to cover herself, before collapsing against the wall. Her legs were too weak to stand for long. She wanted nothing more than to escape her bedroom, but she knew that she lacked the strength to do so. As tired as her body was though, her exhausted mind was still as rather sharp. She knew that she could figure a way out of this. She struggled with her dilema briefly, before the sound of an opening door made her jump. She could feel his eyes upon her as footstep after footstep closed in. She looked away from him with a mix of anger and horror, the man that made her do all of those terrible things. She needed to think of a way out of this without speaking to him, there's no telling what else he'd make her do. "Wow Amber, we totally destroyed your brother's bed" laughed the man she'd come to hate, his tone suddenly changing as he asked: "What are you doing down there? Is everything alright?" What a stupid question to ask. "Of course everything was alright," thought Amber as she gazed up at him. "Yeah of course..." She could feel that her mind was being manipulated again, but she simply shrugged it off. Everything was fine now. She gazed up at her neighbor as he bent down for a kiss, which her body automatically met. The exchange distracted her from whatever she had been thinking about before, and she turned to fully face him as he began buttoning up a familiar shirt. She recognized it as one of her own, causing a stirring of anger to rise in her. For some reason she was suddenly accepting everything he did to her last night, his coming here unannounced and taking complete advantage of her inability to say no. Stealing one of her best business shirts though... "Is that one of my... one of my brother's shirts?" He looked up at her sheepishly as his hands stopped moving. "Well my clothes are a bit, umm" he replied, gesturing toward a pile of garments in the corner. Amber noticed that they were ripped in places and very wine sodden. "Do you think it's ok if I borrow this?" She bit her lip as her head simply nodded on its own. He smirked as he fastened the top button before asking "any plans for today?" "Yeah, I'm trying to figure out who's been sending me cursed letters." She couldn't stop herself from saying it, but he simply laughed and replied: "Chain letters eh? I didn't even know they still existed. Tell ya what though, if you find out who's behind them, give them a shake down for me eh?" He continued getting dressed as he began discussing their eventful night, every detail making her feel both disgusted and aroused. She noticed the wetness growing between her legs as he talked about how horny she seemed, the warmth only emphasized by the throbbing soreness she already felt. She knew she felt no real attraction to this man, but her arousal was growing uncontrollable. "... and I have no idea what came over me last night! It was like I was possessed or something. I've never been able to go that many times before, not even when I was a teenager. That must've been some really great wine eh?" His gaze fell on the two tiny tents poking out of her sheet, before clearing his throat and meeting her eyes. It was all she could do not to throw the blanket off of her and jump him, reminding herself to fight it, no matter how crazy these feelings were driving her. "If only I didn't have to work today," sighed Pete, "- but I honestly don't even know if I have it in me after last night. I think my little guys are empty" he laughed nervously, his eyes following her massive chest as her breathing grew heavier. "Tell ya what beautiful. Why don't we meet at my place around 8 tonight? I'll cook us a little something and we can actually get to know eachother." She barely acknowledged what he was saying as she nodded in agreement. She was more intent on sneaking her hand between her legs without him noticing. She was losing the fight against her arousal, and that growing bulge in his pants only made matters worse. When her fingers finally found their target, she did everything in her power to keep her mouth closed. Only a small hum escaped as she slowly rubbed her swollen slit. Everything was so sensitive, and she couldn't distinguish pain from pleasure anymore. "Damn... I uh... Well I guess I'll leave you to it then?" breathed Pete, followed by another nervous chuckle. Apparently the sheet wasn't hiding as much as she thought, and her embarassment allowed her to stop for a moment. She could feel her cheeks burning red as she made eye contact with him, doing everything in her power to stop masturbating. "Please!?" she moaned. She knew that it was meant to hurry his departure, but when his pants fell to the floor, she suddenly wasn't so sure. She could only look up at him pitifully as he stepped out of his boxers. Her iron will broke as he tore the sheet aside, and primal urges began to surface once more. * * * "... check up on you Dan... *click*" "Wha?.." asked Amber stupidly as she hastily opened her eyes. She could've sworn she just heard Becky's voice, and she looked around the low-lit room for an answer. As far as she could tell, she was alone. She laid there for a moment before realizing that she was resting under a sheet on her couch. She had no memory of falling asleep, but to her horror, that was the only memory she lacked. She curled into a ball for a while, trying to make sense of what she had done, trying to somehow justify it. She found herself crying again. Something that she could never remember doing as a man. Something she had grown accustomed to over the past few days. It just wasn't fair! None of it! She still couldn't understand why somebody was doing this to her, stealing her identity, her dignity, everything! And for what? She sighed a rattled breath as a new thought came to her. Who actually would benefit from doing this? There had to be some motive behind the transformations. A reason for forcing her to do these humiliating things. Someone was doing this for their own personal gain, that was the only explanation that made sense. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she sat up, the odd shifting of heavy flesh on her chest still felt so strange. She sniffled as she looked down at herself, really looked at herself, for the first time. Somebody had gone to great lengths to make her like this, to take her out of the picture and distract her with these humiliating actions. But who? She stood up and started pacing as her mind wandered, the movement of her hips and hands occasionally distracting her as she tried to solve this newest mystery. Daisy would have very little to gain from this, no... someone else had to be behind it. What about work? There were plenty of competitiors at her firm, many jealous associates that would want her out of the picture. "Perkins, Smith, Davies, Russell..." she ticked off aloud, occasionally clearing her throat in response to her own voice. A few of them could've easily sabotaged her last client, especially if they have some sort of magic or advanced technology at their disposal. These were intelligent people, far more capable of something scientific than some trailer trash bimbo. As grim as the thoughts were, this breakthrough was exciting and inspiring, and her last thought gave her a lead to follow. There weren't that many people who actually knew about Daisy, but who would have such power at their disposal? And assuming her hunch was right, who was capable of the brainwashing she had been a victim of, or even possibly hypnosis? "Hypnosis and magic, hah!" she barked as she tried to remember past conversations. It felt good to feel somewhat in control again, to debunk the existance of an all powerful person with some sort of grudge against her. She may not be able to fight off something like that, but she was sure that she could fight something as tangeable as technology. She rested her hand on her dropped hip as she paused, her heart racing as she tried to figure out a way to investigate these new leads. That was when she noticed the flashing red light on her wall phone, an indicator that she had a new message on her phone. She hesitated for a moment before pressing play. "You have one new message; *boop* Dan? Are you there? It's Rebecca. If you're there pick up, it's been a while since we last spoke and you're not returning your messages anymore. Listen, I finish up at 8 tonight and I'm worried about you. I'll swing over after work to check up on you okay?... *click* ... 5:43 P.M." A storm of emotions were traveling through Amber as the message ended. She had completely forgotten about Rebecca, the one person who had been there with her at the start of this madness. She was absent mindedly nibbling at her thumb as she made a decision, she needed to tell Becky everything. She was nervous at the idea of being recognized like this, but she knew that she needed help and that Becky could be trusted. She also knew that she needed someone to follow her leads, since whatever brainwashing she was victim of, made being around men potentially dangerous. That last thought was emphasized by a slight throbbing between her legs, a reminder of how far she'd already fallen. A single tear rolled down her cheek as unwanted memories surfaced, before something else snapped her out of it. Wide-eyed, she looked back up at the phone in horror, before running into the kitchen. "Shit!" she hissed as her eyes found the microwave. She had a little over an hour to get washed up and ready before Becky showed up. Wearing nothing but her torn thigh-high stockings, she hurridly picked up her living room. After struggling to put her TV back on the stand, she bent to gather the clothes she wore the day all of this began. She stared at them blankly for a moment, before deciding that they would have to do. It was minutes later when she was finally in the shower. She wanted to hurry, but the hot water felt so welcome to her sore body. After turning the steamy water off, she was careful to pat herself dry this time, before wrapping her long hair up in some sort of makeshift turban. She wasn't sure exactly what made her think of that, but it was very convenient for such inconvenient hair. "Now to attempt these clothes." The pants were a snug fit now and the top three buttons of the shirt simply wouldn't close, but other than that she was dressed. The fabric made her itch a little and something about them feelt awkward, but she ignored it and continued to the sink. The mirror was foggy from the steam, and after she finished brushing her teeth, she absent-mindedly wiped away a small area to see herself. The familiar little sister version looked back at her, and she stopped to find pieces of her old face, before she began applying the mascara. She wanted to stop herself, but her body simply wouldn't listen. She openly cursed her own weakness, wanting nothing more than to fight this hypnosis or whatever it was. To make matters worse, it seemed that the more dolled up she became, the less anxiety and discomfort she felt. It was like getting a fix of a very addictive drug. The taste of cherry red lipstick finally drowned away the last of her resistance, and she sighed in a mix of relief and disapproval as she finished up. She realized that it would be nearly impossible for Becky to recognize her now. Her hands nervously smoothing out the fabric of her dress, as she tried to think of an explanation. She was just thinking about how comfortable this dress was, when it suddenly hit her. "How in the hell..?" Looking down, she noticed that she was now wearing a tiny black cocktail dress, instead of the clothes she had squeezed into earlier. Cleaning off the rest of the mirror only made the sight worse. It seemed that this new dress bared most of her chest, and judging by the outline of her large nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. That alone would've been bad enough, but the dress was so short that she could see part of her pink panties, which were so tight that they outlined a magnificant camel toe. Her resolve waivered slightly at these sudden new changes, which she recalled happening once before. "There's got to be some explanation for this too" she sighed in defeat. Whatever changed her seemed to also be working on her clothes too. She vaguely remembered stories about tiny robots that could work miracles, could they be responsible for all of this? The thought of those things being inside her made her feel uneasy. She tried to remember what they were called, but was suddenly distracted by how sexy she looked. Her curly hair had even been styled, as if she were about to go clubbing or something. As much as she wanted to deny it, looking like this was starting to feel natural and somehow necessary. Remembering that Rebecca would be showing up any minute, she blew a kiss into the mirror and made her way into the living room. She briefly had time to wonder why she did that, when the sound of clicking on the bathroom floor stole her attention. She didn't even know she was wearing heels until she heard them, but they were the last of her problems right now. The level of comfort she had with all of this girly stuff was ironically making her uncomfortable, and she tried to shake it off as she entered the kitchen. She noticed she only had a few minutes till 8:00 and she figured she could grab a bite to eat before Becky arrived. She had the fridge open and was just about to make a decision, when something suddenly came over her, making her stand upright. She tried to fight against it but her feet were moving on their own, and she only had a moment to grab her purse before her hands were out of control too. "What the fuck?" was all she could think to say as she watched herself open the front door and exit her apartment. It wasn't until she was outside and halfway down the block, when she realized where she was headed. She was almost at her destination, when a noise from behind made her turn her head. She knocked on the door in front of her, as she watched Becky step out of her car and approach her apartment. She was about to scream for help, but that idea died once she noticed that Becky wasn't alone. She was trying to make out the taller figure she was with, when the door swung open and her eyes met Pete's surprized graze. He took a moment to admire her attire before declaring: "Wow Amber, I didn't honestly think you'd show up... I thought we just... well I didn't expect you to... I mean... uh, come in!" It wasn't until she was inside and the door was closed, that her body was in her control again. She was too cautious to move however, slightly glancing around for something to use as a weapon. She had no idea why she was here, but she knew that her only escape now was to get rid of him, before she was under his control again. "Nothing" she hissed under her breath as he turned to face her, before leaning in for a passionate kiss. "Wow girl, you look fucking hot!" The compliment only made the situation even more awkward, but she faked a smile in his direction, thinking of how she could buy some time to escape. That was when she noticed that he was still in his D.P.W uniform. She tried to look curious as she asked "Well, why aren't you dressed?" "Hmm, good call. Did you want to go out?" She continued to smile at him as she nodded. Deciding that once he left the room she would run home, and if she were lucky enough, Becky would still be there. "Alright beautiful. Just hang out in the living room and I'll be back in no time!" "Damn it!" she thought as he made his way down the hall, before making her way toward the couch. That was when she noticed his cell phone. After briefly checking to see if she was alone, she snatched it from the couch and hurriedly dialed Becky's number. It was ringing. "Come on Beck, pick up the phone!" she declared excitedly, every ring making her shift anxiously. "Hello?.." It was her, it really was Becky's voice. She wanted to say something, but suddenly found herself at a loss for words. "Hello? Who is this? Is someone there?" "Becky?" "This is Dr. Rebecca Pratt, may I ask who's calling and how you got this number miss?" "Becky... it's me" There was a nervous pause before; "I'm sorry, I have no idea who this is." "It's me Beck, it's Amber!" she replied heatedly, a look of shock on her face as she realized the name she had given. "I'm sorry miss, are you a client of mine? I don't know any Ambers" Amber could hear the impatience in her voice, before clearing her throat and responding: "It's Amber! No not Amber, it's Amber!" She had her hand over her mouth now, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks as she fought to explain herself. "We used to be together Beck!" There was another uncomfortable pause before Rebecca replied: "I don't know who you are miss, but you obviously have the wrong number. I don't swing that way and I never have." Amber was about to say something when she heard the phone in her hand beep, a sound that symbolized the end of a call. She simply stared at it for a moment, unsure of what had just happened, before collapsing onto the sofa. Tears of anger continued to stream down her face as she let the phone drop from her fingers. She was somehow outsmarted by whoever was doing this to her, her only chance at getting help had ended with that last phone call. "So here's my idea..." echoed Pete as he made his way down the hall, "an old friend of mine wanted to meet up at this small town club tonight. Was wondering if that sounds like something you're into, and I can show off some of my dance... Amber?" She tried to hide the fact that she had been crying, but Pete obviously noticed. In a few strides he approached the couch, before kneeling down before her, cradling her chin in his hand as he brought her eyes to his level. "What's the matter?" She sniffled slightly before declaring "B-Becky just hung up on m-me." "Hey, I don't know who this Becky is, but forget about her tonight! Let ol' Pete here cheer you up, okay?" Nodding, she brought her hand up to her eyes and wiped away something wet. Had she been crying? She had the oddest sensation that something horrible just happened, but she couldn't remember what it was. She looked up at Pete curiously as he handed her a tissue, allowing her to finish wiping her tears away. "Hey, are you sure you still want to go out?" asked Pete sympathetically, in which she simply replied with a "yeah." She felt confused the entire ride, feeling a strange sensation that something important had been taken away from her. Pete had tried to make small talk, but Amber wasn't really listening. Occasionally responding with a nod or a short answer, but he hadn't seemed to notice. She realized that she had no idea where they were, when excitement in his voice snapped her out of it. "We're here!" "The Red Cat Club?" asked Amber in awe, as she peered up at an enormous flashing sign. "I thought this place was shut down." "Well it was at one point, but it opened up about a month ago under new management" replied Pete, shifting nervously in response to the obvious skepticism on her face. "I heard some stories about this place from... from..." From who? Amber couldn't remember who had told her about this club, about all of the shady things that happened a few years ago. "Yeah I heard some pretty crazy stories too," Pete said with a grin, "- but the new owner is a friend of mine, and he really fixed the place up!" Amber couldn't help but to agree with him. This club looked far too high class for the run-down town that surrounded it. Without anything else to say, he took her hand in his and they made their way inside. They were still holding hands when they approached the bar, Amber trying very hard to make herself let go. It wasn't until he helped her onto the stool that he let go, finding his own seat a few inches away. He ordered them a round of tequila shots and was half way into a story that he obviously found amusing, when an older man approached them. The dark purple lighting made it difficult to see who it was, but he looked extremely familiar to Amber. "... so then Dale somehow FLIPS the snow plow and..." continued Pete before realizing that they weren't alone. He turned to face the familiar old man behind him before standing up and pulling him into a handshake. "Still telling that upside-down snow plow story Pete?" Amber recognized that voice almost immediately, but there was no way that this old man was... "Carl! What's up my man? This new place of yours is AMAZING! Here I want you to meet someone." Amber tried to hide her surprise as Pete brought her and Carl face to face. A flurry of emotions flowing through her stomach as they locked eyes, anger bubbling to the surface as his wrinkly face broke into a smile. There was no doubt about it. This was Carl, the man who stole her fiance only a few days ago, a man she once considered her best friend. She wanted to punch him as he stepped forward, but her rage was pushed aside by her curiosity. He looked as if he had aged 30 years since the last time they had met. "Pleasure to meet you..?" said the smiling old man as he offered his hand to her. "Uh, Amber" she replied as she took it against her will, her anger building more as his smile widened. He was looking her up and down like some sort of trophy, his eyes stopping on her enormous cleavage. "Some tits you got there Amber. How big are they?" "Um, E cups?" Amber was suprised that she knew that, but not nearly as much as how direct he was. The Carl she had known would never have had the balls to approach a woman like her, let alone ask what size their boobs were. She looked away from his glare nervously, her eyes meeting Pete's uncomfortable look in return. "Uh, he's just kidding. Right Carl? Had a few drinks too many eh?" declared Pete as he slapped his elderly friend on the shoulder, but Carl's gaze never left her. "Yeah, probably just a few too many" agreed Carl after a moment, "I was just curious because my girlfriend here has some trouble finding a good bra, and hers aren't nearly as big as yours." Amber completely tensed up when she heard footsteps approach, knowing very well that Carl was talking about Jessica. She didn't know if she was ready to see her yet, but the sound of her voice made Amber turn to look. "Hi, Pete? I'm Jessica." When Amber turned around to see her ex, a sudden surprise made her forget all about their breakup. When she left, Jessica was a stuck up daughter of wealth, with almost boyish features. The woman standing in front of her now however, was a goddess. Her vibrant red hair had grown from ear length to almost the center of her back, and her body... Outside of cosmetic surgery there was no explanation. If it weren't for the invention of mirrors, Jessica's bust would've probably been the largest she had ever seen. Even her ass seemed to stick out a little further than usual. Amber barely had time to conceal her look of awe when Jessica caught her eyes, a look of disgust on her face as she analyzed the state of Amber's dress. "Who is this trashy little thing?" asked Jessica in her snobby tone, reigniting the boiling anger in Amber's blood. "That is Pete's girlfriend, Amber," answered Carl, as he smiled a toothy grin in her direction. Did he know something? Between his actions and the severe changes in her ex, Amber was very suspicious about her old friend. Could he be the one behind this? What would Carl have to gain from her besides Jessica? Amber just watched suspiciously as he pulled out a cigar, his smirk widening as he slowly turned to face the door. "Mind keeping the girls company Pete my-boy? I'm gonna go have a smoke." Pete guffawed loudly before declaring, "You know you can trust me to keep the ladies happy." "That's the spirit" responded Carl as he stood up, throwing Amber another glance before making his way out the door. Amber hesitated a moment before making a decision, and stood up from the bar. She had bare taken a step toward the entrance when she felt someone grab her ass. She turned to see Pete's hand resting on her cheek, as he smiled up at her stupidly. "And where might you be heading? Going out for a smoke too?" Nodding a quick response, she turned gracefully and pranced after carl, declaring "learn to hold your damn liquor" under her breath. She stepped out to confront him, before he held up a finger and removed the cigar from between his teeth. She wanted to scream at him as he blew out a cloud of smoke, but instead put something small to the tip of her mouth. She watched him light the cigarette resting between her puffy red lips, before he put his finger down. "You..." she declared after exhaling a thin stream of smoke, holding the cigarette daintily in the air away from her face. "I hoped you would've figured it out by now Dan, or should I say Amber." "Why are you doing this to me!? How!?" "Well if you want to know HOW I'm doing this to you, that's easy. See this ring here?" he held up his right hand to her face, showing her an enormous stone on his middle finger. An eerie purple glow made it seem almost alive. "When I found it at the fair grounds a couple weeks ago, I thought it was just some cool looking prize. But you could never imagine what happened when I put it on." Amber shifted nervously as he retracted his arm, before taking another drag of his cigar, blowing the pungent smoke directly into her face. She turned her head and coughed as he continued. "Turns out, this thing turns whoever is wearing it into a god. A FUCKING GOD DAN! I can control anyone I want, any-THING I want, just by saying it." He turned his gaze from his ring to her, making her more nervous than she had previously been. She took a step back before declaring "that's impossible Carl. There are no such thing as gods." His sudden boom of laughter almost made her fall to the ground in fright, it was entirely unexpected. "Need more proof then? Lets give you a nice slutty tramp stamp, and make sure that it's always on display." Her eyes and mouth widened in response to a sudden burning sensation on her lower back, which was almost immediately relieved by a gentle breeze. Without thinking, she twisted her torso to get a look at what had happened, but aside from her dress becoming open-backed, she couldn't see anything. "Ok Carl, I believe you. Please change me back, undo all of this, and I'll forget it ever happened." "Now why would I do that? You have to admit this is pretty fucking cool." She just glared at him furiously as he took another drag from his cigar. This was far worse than she could have ever imagined. She couldn't believe her once-best-friend was behind all of this. "Carl..." "I'm sure you've noticed by now, but this goes well beyond physical changes too. For example; Any time you talk or even think about those tits, you will always describe how large and sexy they are, and you will have to touch them when you do." "What!" declared Amber in anger as she started massaging her breasts through her dress. "Why the hell would you even give me these big juicy tits!" Carl's laugh only made it more humiliating, and after dropping her hands from her chest to her hips, she took a deep ragged breath to calm herself down. "Ok this is all very funny Carl, why the hell are you doing this to me?" He coughed a few times before looking at her in all seriousness "I wasn't the one who changed you Dan." "What... how?" Amber was confused, if it wasn't Carl with his magic ring then... "who?" "You did." "That's impossible Carl, how could I?.." "Don't get me wrong Dan, I simply wanted your life to change. I wanted you to lose everything that made you who you were, to humble you -" Amber was at a loss for words, and it took all of her focus to listen intently. "- Every one of those notes you recieved were blank Dan, but they had the power to make your worst fears come true. It's funny how those fears evolved around your masculinity once you lost your fiance. Who would've thought that Mr. Alpha-male Miles had never been dumped before, it must've been rather humbling." "b-but Carl. W-why would you want me to..." "To humble you? To make you lose everything? -" asked Carl before taking another puff from his Cigar "- it's simple Dan. You were never a good friend, but I followed you around, ya know? I looked up to you man, and you always just used me. Whenever you needed a wing man, or a favor, I was there. I would've taken a bullet for you man." Amber watched a tear roll down his cheek as he studied the pavement, she had never seen this side of Carl before. "Carl, I never... I didn't mean." He looked up at her with a smirk as he started playing with his ring. "You never really had any friends, I mean REALLY had friends, did you? Have you ever actually loved anyone other than yourself?" "Carl..." "And to make matters worse, you used my fucking sister man. She loved you, she was obsessed with you, and you just used her!" "What sister? You never told me you had..." "Are you telling me that you didn't even know that she was my sister!? Bull shit Dan! You knew damn well!" he was almost yelling now, and Amber looked around the vacant lot cautiously, before looking back at Carl. Something on her face made his eyes widen with shock. "You really didn't know... you were that shitty of a friend that you didn't even know she was my sister?" "WHO!?" yelled Amber in frustration, she was getting tired of this game. "Listen Carl, just change me back and we can fix this. We can be friends, you can... I don't know, you can teach me how to be a better friend!" Something about that last statement made him smirk, and at first Amber felt hopeful, until it spread into a mischevious grin. "You want to know how to be a good friend? Let me show you what friends do for eachother. Here's what's going to happen Amber -" The use of her female name and the coldness in his voice made her uneasy, and she shifted uncomfortably as he continued "- You're going to go in there and give my friend Pete the most romantic kiss you can manage, then you're going to go back to his place and you're going to live as his fantasy girlfriend." "You can't do ... !" He held up a finger and her mouth slammed shut. Her eyes widened as her whole body froze. "And that's not even the fun part! Your body will change, the way you talk will change, everything will change to meet my FRIEND's fantasies. And not only will you always act like you are happily in love with him when he's around, but he won't even question the changes. Now finish up your smoke and I'll see you inside. And until we meet again, forget about everything that happened here tonight." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Note from the Author: Part three was supposed to be the finale, but as I started writing it it became a bit of a monster to read in one sitting. Because of this, there will be one more part left to wrap everything up. I apologize for the lengthy gap between parts 2 and 3, but as much as I love writing these, it's a hobby I do for free and it always has to take a back seat to things that pay the bills. Blame life, or capitalism, or the lazy author who likes nice things if you will. The good news is that the fourth part is nearly finished, so look for it soon my small handful of fans!