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The sound of a door closing behind her made her jump. What the hell was she doing outside? She carefully examined her surroundings as she removed a cigarette from between her lips. Feeling both scared and confused as she blew out the smokey contents of her lungs. It wasn't until she saw the familiar flashing sign, that the panic started to subside. Her last clear memory was talking about the strange history of this place with Pete. "What the hell was I drinking?" she asked in a rhetorical whisper, carefully looking around for any other clues. She recognized Pete's car before helping herself through the front door, briefly wondering why there were no bouncers there to greet her. As she carefully made her way toward the bar, she noticed how empty the room looked. She briefly pondered the time before finally spotting Pete. He was in an animated conversation with some overweight bald man. While approaching them, she immediately wondered why she hadn't escaped when she had the chance. Anxiety spreading through her as she sped up, the increased clicking of her heels finally catching their attention. Something definitely felt wrong here. "Hey Amber, this is my bo-mmf!" began Pete, before she suddenly threw herself at him. Violently pressing her mouth against his as she straddled his lap. She hummed in surprise as their tongues met, and she could feel him quickly growing stiff between her legs. As confused and mortified as she was, she also felt a familiar, unwelcome warmth growing down below. She needed to end this before her panties were soaked through. Especially since the dress she wore did nothing to conceal them. Yet to her horror, it seemed that she had absolutely no control of herself. She prayed for some sort of intervention, when the bald man suddenly cleared his throat. Causing Pete to gently push her away. She could feel herself smiling uncontrollably as she dismounted him, unable to express the overwhelming embarassment that she really felt. "Why the fuck did I just kiss him and why am I still smiling!" thought Amber in a panic, as her eyes caught Pete's bewildered expression. It seemed as if he was trying to hide his own embarassment. "If he's embarassed, that meant he wasn't expecting this. So who..?" "As I was saying before that wonderful interruption -" began Pete, extending his hand toward the bald man "- this is my boss. Mr. Sherman." "Pleasure to meet you miss" chuckled Sherman as he took Amber's fingers tenderly, gently kissing her middle knuckles. Her smile widened as she moved into a flirty posture, the whole time watching his eyes drop to her generous display of cleavage . She could tell that it took everything he had to look her in the eyes. "Are you looking at these large, soft boobies?" asked Amber as she squished them together. Her horrified confusion hidden by the forced seductive pout. His jaw dropped as he looked at her in a mix of shock and longing, before she was suddenly snapped out of it. Her hands crossed her belly as he tried to stutter an apology, but she wasn't concerned with his embarassment. She just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Her body was acting entirely on its own now, and she was sure that another round of curses were to blame. The only problem was that she couldn't remember a good chunk of the evening. Something must've happened during her blackout. Pete's loud guffaw made both of them jump in surprise, before he stood up and gave his boss a hard pat on the back. "She's really something, isn't she boss?" Sherman looked confused as his eyes found Amber's cheerfully flirty gaze, before he too burst into a loud chuckle. Doing his best to ignore the wild jiggling of Amber's chest, as she joined in with a fit of melodious giggles. She tried her best to stifle them with her hand, knowing very well that she felt neither amused nor happy right now. "That has to be the greatest sound I've ever heard. A guy can get used to that," declared Pete as he put his arm around her, and she found herself looking back up at him in misleading admiration. "Quite a catch you got there Mr. Bexley. Quite a catch," declared Sherman, before shaking Pete's hand. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I really should get going. Oh and do be sure to tell your friend Carl, that I like what he's doing with the place. Nice meeting you again my dear." She could feel his eyes on her ass as he exited, and she bit her lip nervously, praying that she wouldn't say something else embarassing. She felt some relief when she heard the door finally close, before turning back to Pete with a questioning look. "The guy that owns this place. His last name isn't Jeffreys is it?" "You know my buddy Carl? He was supposed to meet us here tonight. Something must've come up though, because he never showed," answered Pete with a sigh, as he placed a few bills on the counter top, before extending his hand to her. "But nevermind that. I think I promised a certain someone that I'd show her my dance moves. Still interested?" . . . It was few hours later and they were engaged in a cheerful conversation, as they walked hand-in-hand to his car. Amber couldn't believe how out of character she was acting tonight. If she didn't know any better, she would think that she was actually enjoying this date. The artificial expressions must've been rubbing off on her. After a quick stop to a burger joint and a lengthy drive later, they finally stepped through the threshold of Pete's apartment. Both of them laughing as Pete fought for breath, before he continued; "- so that's when Sherman goes to me, he goes; 'who's bright idea was it to hire Mister-fuckin'-Magoo?' and then -" Pete took a moment to chuckle "- so then I shit you not. Dale, he comes stumbling right around the corner, and falls head first, right into the boss's door. We fuckin lost it!" Amber could feel the heat in her face as she continued to laugh with Pete, before taking deep breath and wiping the tears from under her eyes. She couldn't ever remember laughing this hard before, and she had to admit that it felt great. She made a "whew" sound as she examined her wet finger tip, discovering that her tearful laughter had made her makeup run. "Hey where's your bathroom?" asked Amber, as she removed Pete's jacket from around her shoulders. As much as she hated to admit it, he really took care of her tonight. Without that jacket, she probably would've frozen solid. "Uh it's right down the hall, to the left. Laugh a little too hard did ya?" "Yeah, I really have to pee now" answered Amber as she grabbed a small pouch from her purse, before prancing down the hall. It seemed like it was much harder to hold her bladder as a woman, and who knew that Pete was such a funny guy? As she relieved herself, she thought deeply about the last few hours. She knew that no matter how much fun it felt like she was having, it didn't change the fact that someone was forcing her to feel this way. She still needed to stay on track and find out who was behind this. Refusing to give up on her old life. She sighed deeply as she approached the mirror, studying her face for signs of familiarity. This routine had become a sort of necessary mantra for her, a reminder of what she had lost and why she could never give up the fight. She also noticed that her hair and makeup were a mess. The signs of a girl who spent the night out dancing. Nibbling on her lip in response to her disarray, she gave up her search and opened the small black pouch. Her mind working on piecing clues together as she washed her face, before covering it back up with fresh makeup. As she fixed her hair, she thought about how normal this felt to her now... how normal a lot of this had started feeling. After backing away from the mirror to get a good look, she decided to add a bit more eyeliner before packing up. As she put her belongings back in the pouch, she couldn't help admiring the girl in the mirror. She watched her nipples stifen under her dress, before realizing that her own reflection was turning her on. At the very least, she was still attracted to women. No sort of brainwashing could ever take that away from her. It took a moment to calm her body down, before she opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Elated to see that the path to the front door was vacant. She carefully looked around as she hurridly tiptoed toward it. Her heart beating anxiously as she she looked around once more, before finally reaching for the door knob. Then she hesitated. She took a deep breath and tried again, but for some reason she couldn't make herself grab it. "God damn it!" "Hey Amber don't go yet, I'm just getting changed," yelled Pete from a distance. "Not like I have a fucking choice" she sighed under her breath, before admitting defeat and making her way to the couch. She should've known that escape wouldn't be that easy. She was surprised at how well she was taking it though, considering that she was now a prisoner here. She had never accepted defeat before, and the idea of what would likely happen next still disturbed her. Yet for some reason, she felt strangely satisfied with her decision to stay. After all, it was her decision. Wasn't it? "I really wish you would stop fucking with my head!" hissed Amber into the empty room, before sitting down and resting her entire face in her hands. She tried to gather her thoughts, barely noticing the curtain of hair around her finger tips, or the weight of her breasts resting on her thighs. "These big slutty breasts," she declared, as her hands fell from her face and began kneeding them. "Ugh! Why do I keep doing that!?" "Doing what?" asked Pete as he entered the room, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants and a look of amusement on his face. "Playing with these big slutty breasts" she declared again with a forced smile, her hands squeezing them for emphasis. "If I had a pair like that, I'd probably want to play with them too," jested Pete with a smirk, before looking her up and down. "And may I assume by that, that you plan on staying here tonight?" Amber wondered what he was talking about as she threw him a seductive look, before declaring "If you'll have me." She was sure she hadn't meant to say that. It wasn't long until they were on his bed, lip-locked into another passionate make out session. There was nobody around to interrupt them this time, and Amber found herself less and less reluctant to fight a losing battle. Struggling to remember that this wasn't right, that she needed to stay focused. When he finally pulled away, she found herself confused with what she was feeling. It was almost as if she didn't want him to stop. No. There was something more important to think about. Something about keeping focused about something. "Just a second... Now I know I put them over here somewhere," he mumbled as he fumbled around a wooden computer desk. She took that opportunity to admire his back muscles, his firm ass... "Stop thinking these thoughts!" she mouthed silently as she forced herself to look away. What the hell was wrong with her today? She was looking around for something to distract herself with, when she noticed her reflection in the computer screen. Looking down, she discovered a see-through black teddy in place of the skimpy dress. Her entire naked body was on display underneath, no wonder Pete seemed so eager to bring her upstairs. If the seductive lingerie wasn't bade enough, she also discovered new piercings in her nose and belly button. She could've sworn that they weren't there when she was in the bathroom, but it was so hard to think right now. Something fuzzy was growing in her brain, and it seemed to be numbing any thoughts that weren't about the man in front of her. "Damn it! It's like they disappeared" cursed Pete as he turned around to face her. She could feel her facial expression morph into a sexy pout before their eyes met, and she could no longer fight the compelling urge to ask "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry beautiful, but I can't find the box of condoms I usually keep on my desk" he sighed in obvious frustration. His hand brushing through his short cropped hair. She tried to feel joy from this news, but the compulsion to comfort this man was stronger than any other feeling right now. It was so powerful that any rational thought became second nature to it. "We didn't use any last night right?" she declared with slight a feeling of discomfort. At first she attributed the knot in her stomach to the fuzzy bad memories, but then a smile flickered on Pete's face. His happiness was suddenly like a drug to her, she needed to see more of it. He looked deep into her eyes as he let out a deep sigh, before admitting "Well last night was a bit... unexpected. I'm usually a little more, you know. Cautious." A look of disappointment filled his face as he examined the bedroom floor; "I don't even think anything is open right now." Amber used the last of her remaining willpower to fight these new urges, before her resolve eventually shattered. She found herself scooting over to him and hugging him, as she rested her glossy red lips behind his ear. "What's another night then?" whispered Amber seductively, before softly kissing his neck. When he ran his hand through her hair, she knew she had him. She was no longer thinking of defiance, about moral injustice or revenge. Instead, she found herself thinking of the man beneath her as she straddled his lap, before guiding his growing member through the front flap of his sweats. How could she fight against something this great? Nothing mattered more right now than this man's happiness. A powerful sense of triumph surging through her as she took him inside of her. She had successfully seduced him, giving him what he wanted the most right there, even against his better judgement. It was the first time in the last few days that she had finally felt victorious. When they came together for the first time, her triangle smile spread so wide that it hurt. A series of uncontrolled moans escaping her lips as something hot and wet erupted between her legs. The sound of wet applause meeting every following collision of flesh. Her body reacted this way to every warm feeling that he sprayed inside of her, over and over again. Her fuzzy thoughts incapable of wandering beyond this prison of ecstacy. Yet somewhere, deep in the recesses of her numbing mind, a forgotten man was screaming. Losing himself to purple darkness, as his cries of terror went unheard. * * * "No-no-no, SHIT!" Amber ejaculated, as she opened the oven door. The obnoxous chorus of many smoke alarms sounding off as a thick, black smoke filled the kitchen. After carefully removing the source of the smoke from the rack; she rested the square pan on the stove, before removing her apron and hurridly prancing around the apartment. She frantically waved the cloth in front of each alarm in turn, hoping that she could mute the song of her failure before anyone noticed. She almost had the third one silenced when the front door swung open, and her heart started thumping as her boyfriend stepped through it. He looked around for a moment before his eyes met hers, and he couldn't help but to laugh at the sheepish look on her face. "Trying to make lasagna again?" he chuckled, before wedging the front door open and racing into the kitchen. He promptly returned with the oven mit and proceeded to help her waft the smoke. The whole time he was constantly shooting teasing looks in her direction, which she simply returned before giggling. He always had a way of cheering her up, even when her pride got the best of her. It was only a moment longer before the final alarm was quieted, and she leapt into his open arms. She let the apron fall from her hand as she pressed her lips against his. The butterflies in her stomach taking flight as his hand found the small of her back. She threw an upward glance at him as their kiss ended, before exclaiming "I'm getting better!" with a playful pout. "You know what, you're right -" began Pete as he looked deep into her eyes, "I could definitely see a shade of brown in there this time." She giggled as she punched him playfully, before making her way to the front door. As she approached the threshold, she peered outside longingly, before kicking the wedge aside and closing it. She couldn't help but feel like something was waiting for her out there, something important. "Well I better go clean up and find us something else to eat" declared Amber with a sigh. She barely had her foot in kitchen, when she felt a firm grip on her tiny wrist. "Why don't we just order ourselves a pizza and call it a night in front of the TV?" "Alright..." sighed Amber in defeat as she removed the phone from the wall, "but I'm going to have dinner ready for you one of these days. All this ordering out is making me fat." "Oh stop it, I think you look great" replied Pete as he placed a hand on her soft stomach, which made her shoot a look of disbelief in his direction, before cupping her breasts. "You just like the fact that these big soft titties are getting bigger." He laughed his way into the bathroom as her hands fell to her belly. Even though it stuck out a little, it still had a slight firmness to it. Something she attributed to those Jillian Michaels exercises. Pete bought them for her the last time they went shopping, giving her something to occupy herself with until Pete got home. She contemplated doing an extra session tomorrow, before finally placing an order with the local pizza shop. After carefully setting the phone back on the hook, she found herself wishing that she could learn to cook properly. She really wanted to earn her keep while she lived here, and aside from cleaning it was all she really had to do. Not to mention the fact that she couldn't stand being bad at something. In the four months she had lived with Pete, he had expected very little from her. Yet she felt compelled to make everything here perfect. The apartment was always clean, the laundry and dishes were always washed, and she did her best to please him in any way possible. She did everything in her power to be the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. It was all she could ever concern herself with, anything else was of little consequence. She couldn't even really remember a life before this. A time where Pete wasn't the object of her obsession. Though occasionally, in the middle of the night, she would find herself waking up in a cold sweat. A response to strange, vivid dreams that seemed to revolve around familiar writings and a powerful thirst for revenge. Memories of these dreams always faded away however, and her loving boyfriend was always willing to help her get back to sleep. So why did she have the nagging feeling that something was incredibly wrong? As far as she knew, Pete was happy. A kiss suddenly snapped her out of her daydream. His strong arms wrapping around her again as she pressed her body against his. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even hear him sneak up on her, but everything was perfect now. "So lets say we find us something on TV, and have a little sit down date while we wait for food." She simply answered with another kiss, before he lifted her off the floor. Making her giggle as he carried her to the couch. He loved demonstrating his strength by carrying her places, and she made sure to appreciate it, by rubbing his biceps after he set her down. She gazed up at him in admiration as he channel surfed, occasionally glancing down at her with a smile. He still hadn't made a decision when they heard a knock on the door. "Pizza must be here," announced Pete, before dropping the remote on the coffee table, and making his way out of the living room. She passionately watched him go before something on the television caught her attention. A very familiar actress was giving a speech that seemed to bring back some memories, of a long time ago with someone named Becky. Something about that name made her anxious, and she tried to focus on it as the woman spoke. "Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't..." "While You Were Sleeping eh? I never took you for a Sandra Bullock fan." announced Pete as he entered the room with a large cardboard box. The smell of the pizza and the sight of her boyfriend immediately purged her anxiety, and any memories about that woman she was thinking of. "You were the one that put this movie on," teased Amber, as she grabbed a slice. "So" began Pete "- What do you think about the idea of love at first sight?" "Well, isn't that how our story began?" replied Amber before taking a bite. Something inside her told her that this was wrong, but somehow she knew it was what he wanted to hear. He took her into a one-armed cuddle, before kissing the top of her head. She set her food down before moving closer, hugging his side tenderly. She was barely paying attention to the movie as they held this position, any thoughts of the woman named Becky were history. He was the only one she ever needed. . . . She opened her eyes to find the credits rolling, and vaguely wondered how long she had been out. She felt oddly embarassed at falling asleep during a movie with Pete, and slowly looked up at him in apology. "Great movie, isn't it?" he asked, apparently oblivious to the fact that she had dozed off. "Uh, yeah..." She was about to say something else, when a hard knocking came from the front door. They both looked at each other in confusion, before Pete sat her up and made his way to answer it. "Who in the world would be stopping over this late?" She carefully stood up, and after smoothing out the front of her baby doll nightgown, she followed after him. Rounding the corner, she found a familiar person hugging her boyfriend. A woman, who's tear filled face seemed to ignite some sort of hatred from deep within her. Amber's first thought was jealousy. After all, this familiar red head was very beautiful, but that didn't seem to fit right. She had a history with this woman too, the name "Jessica" came to mind. She was just about to intervene, when what she heard made her stop. "He's gone! *sniff* My husband... he didn't make it!" "I'm so sorry Jess. What happened?" responded Pete sympathetically, and Amber could hear that he too was on the brink of crying. "I don't know! The doctors just said his heart stopped or something. We were only married for two months." "I'm so sorry... If there is anything I can do for you Jessica, anything at all." Amber felt a strange mix of sadness and relief as she turned to walk away. She had no idea what was going on with her emotions, and as much as she wanted to comfort Pete, she knew that giving him space was the best thing to do. She made her way back to the couch in shock, trying to make sense of the feelings and foggy memories that were flooding her mind. No matter how hard she tried to piece them together, thoughts about her boyfriend always interfered. Sometimes she felt like something was forcing her to only think about him. She was getting slightly frustrated when he sulked into the room, a distant look in his eyes as he made his way toward her. The fact that he didn't even look in her direction made her nervous, and she once again found herself free of any unrelated concerns. "Pete? What is..? Is everything alright?" It was as if he just noticed that she was there, his teary eyes meeting hers, and she could feel her own overwhelming sadness spread through her face. "It's Carl. He's... Well, I guess he had a pretty bad heart attack. He um... he didn't make it." "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" declared Amber in sympathetic tears, as they embraced eachother. Part of her knew that her sorrow was real, but she was far more concerned with comforting him. That night was the first time that she could remember, that they didn't make love. She simply laid there, sympathetically watching the love of her life attempt a restless sleep. There was nothing she could do for him, no way to break his sadness, and it killed her. . . . It wasn't until a few days later, that things finally started shaping up. They had finally had sex the night before, and this morning seemed rather cheerful, given the gloomy occasion they were dressing for. Pete was watching Amber apply her makeup, as he walked her through a memory he shared with Carl. A habit he found rather theraputic in the days following his friend's passing. Any feelings she may have had for Carl were muted. Something she found easy to do, since her obsession with her boyfriend made worrying about anything else nearly impossible. He needed her support through the ceremony today. "The good memories we have of him, will keep him alive in our hearts" Pete instructed Amber some time later, as he opened the car door to let her out. She didn't notice the gloomy weather until that point, having been so drawn into Pete's one-sided conversation. It seemed as if the heavens themselves were fighting the urge to cry today. He gently took her hand in his and they made their way into the church. Occasionally stopping to greet vaguely familiar people, and others that were entirely unfamiliar. A lot of them were introduced as Pete and Carl's coworkers. "And he just left the union to open that club," sighed a familiar bald man that Amber met once before. "It's a shame, he was so young. So, so young." "Yeah" agreed Pete and one other man, as they hung their heads in memory. With nothing more to say, Pete led her to a pedestal, which held a massive book for them both to sign. Amber noticed many familiar names as she scribbled her own, but two of them seemed to stand out more than the others. Rebecca Anne Pratt and next to it, Daniel J Miles. The last name made something wake up inside of her, and she looked around nervously before studying the book again. Didn't that used to be her name once? The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her snapped her out of it. She shook her head in amusement, before smiling tenderly at the couple behind her, and making her way to Pete's side. "Somebody must've written that name for me" she thought, as she followed him to their seats. She took a moment to admire the amount of people present, before turning her attention back to Pete. This had to be hard for him and she would do everything to make it easier. The ceremony lasted for nearly an hour, and she fought back her own tears to be strong for Pete. Occasionally she felt him gripping her hand, and when he thought she wasn't looking, he would dab his eyes with his free hand. She tenderly rested her head against his arm, as the man in the front of the room led them all through a passionate prayer. "Amen" They held each other tenderly as the rest of the room stood up, each person making their way toward the coffin behind the speaker. It wasn't until the path was clear that they followed, and Pete held her hand as he guided her across the room, that it happened. Pete was leaning in to carefully whisper something at his deceased friend, when a flood of memories and emotions attacked her. She suddenly became aware of everything, as if a dense fog had been banished from deep within her brain. How could this dead man have done this to her!? She felt disgusted! She felt furious! She felt... confused. She carefully leaned in to study the pathetic shape, afraid that he would suddenly spring to life and torture her more. Her hatred for this man, this evil man that manipulated her, was immeasurable; yet somehow, somewhere inside of her, there was a deep sadness for the loss of her friend. No. What he did was unforgivable. He wasn't a friend to her, he ruined her once-perfect life, and he finally got what was coming to him. He deserved his place in hell, no matter how much it upset Pete. "Pete..." This was where she felt confused. Whatever Carl did to her at the club that night, had been undone the moment she layed eyes on his corpse. All of her memories, her desires for her old life, they were restored to her. Yet she couldn't help but to feel sorry for the weeping man. In some way, she still really cared about him, but that was impossible... wasn't it? She may have herself back, but she couldn't deny that the last few months were pleasant. In a strange way, they were even the best memories of her life... "I need to get out of here" she whispered to herself as heavy tears began rolling down her cheeks. She slowly took a few steps back, as her eyes bounced between Pete and Carl. She barely noticed the missing finger on Carl's right hand, before she turned and ran for it. Her sobs growing heavier with every foot step. She was barely out of the church when her body collided with something hard, and a pair of firm hands stopped her before she could fall to the ground. "I'm s-so s-sorry, I just n-needed to get s-some a..." stuttered Amber, before her eyes found the impossible face of the person who was holding her. "Well hello sweetie," declared an all-to-familiar voice. There were no words for this, she could only stand there frozen, as he smiled down at her. "I was hoping I'd run into you here, but I never expected it to happen quite like this." "It's... It's not possible..." gasped Amber. Her eyes widening in horror as she examined the face that she once called her own. This was far too much to take, especially after everything else that had happened to her today. She didn't even notice another woman approach them as she fell limp in his arms. "Who is it Dan? What happened?" asked a concerned voice. "It's my sister, Becky. She doesn't look good, I think I should take her home." And then the world went black. * * * "Wha?" croaked Amber stupidly as she opened her eyes. Her mouth was extremely dry and she had no idea where she was. From what she could tell, she was in the passenger's seat of a moving vehicle. "Pete?" "Well, looks like little miss sleepy head is finally awake," mocked the man behind the steering wheel. Her heart began racing as she sat up. A feeling of terror spreading through her as her eyes found the driver. He looked exactly like the man she used to be, the life she was trying to get back to. It took her a moment to build up enough courage to scream "Who the fuck!?" Which he simply answered with a loud guffaw. The man even laughed like she used to. "Well isn't it obvious? I'm you!" "That's impossible! You can't be! I..." She caught herself before finishing, realizing that she was just about to declare that her name was Amber. Try as she might, she would never be able to argue against this imposter. "How?" was her final choice of words. A question that brought out the most devious smirk she had ever seen on that face. He didn't say anything as he continued to alternate between looking at her and the road, and her horrified confusion was slowly being replaced by the months of repressed anger. "I don't know who the fuck you are, but I want fucking answers damn it!" "What a dirty mouth you have sweetie," replied the imposter in a faux pout. The way he said it gave her goosebumps, as if somehow she knew who was wearing her old skin. She shifted nervously in her seat as he pressed a button on the dash, causing the roof to slowly retract. The skimpy black dress that she wore did nothing to protect her from the chilly air. She was about to question him again, when he used his free hand to unzip his pants. She could only shout a "what the fuck!?" at him as he pulled out her old cock. "Put this in that dirty mouth of yours, and do me the way you used to make me do you." Amber's body was on autopilot as she bent forward. The angry scream barely left her lips, before she took the entire thing into her mouth. She started sucking it viciously, occasionally humming in defiance as her hand worked the base of his shaft. In all of those months living with Pete, he had never made her do anything like this. Not only was the act humiliating, but the taste and smell were disgusting. "Ooh, no wonder you liked these so much. But don't you start gagging on me. You're a slut, so you should love sucking cock, right?" She briefly wondered if the imposter could read her thoughts as she picked up the pace. Her urge to throw up was slowly being replaced by a strange feeling of satisfaction. She could feel the anger pulsing through her vains as a hot, salty liquid casually leaked onto her tongue. "That's what you told your friends, wasn't it?" began the imposter as his free hand found the back of her head, "this kind of thing was all I was ever good for." "Hmmn! Drrdmmm!" hummed Amber when she finally realized who was this person really was. "Hmmn mmmn fnmmM!" "Finally figured it out did you?" "mmhmmmn!" "Good, because I don't think I can hold back much longer. Be sure to hold it all in your mouth until I give you permission to swallow. Got it sweetie?" Her eyes widened in shock as he tensed up, before a sudden rush of hot goo started filling her mouth. She wanted to gag on it or spit it out, but her body couldn't disobey his command. It wasn't until she felt a firm hand push on her shoulder, that she was able to finally sit up. Careful not to let anything escape her mouth, as his slightly limp cock plopped out of her soft red lips. "God that felt great!" "Hmmm!" replied Amber in anger as she crossed her arms. Squinting her eyes at him in what she hoped was a malicious glare. That was when she heard excited whispering from behind her, and immediately turned to find the shocked expressions of two middle aged women and a teenage boy. "You gave them a really great show sweetie. Now why don't you show them what's in your mouth?" She could feel her cheeks burning read as her jaw automatically opened. Their eyes all grew wider as something trickled down the side of her face. "Now swallow all of it." Her tongue gathered the bit that escaped before her mouth closed, and she forcibly followed his command. The two women were turning away in disgust now, but the boy could only watch in amazement as he rolled down his window. "Hey, can I see your boobs?" She tried to look apologetically at the two women. Their faces turning from surprise to anger as they watched Amber pull down the top of her dress. One of them even attempted to cover the boy's eyes, but he saw everything. She couldn't stop herself from fondling her bare breasts in front of him, knowing very well that Carl had set this curse upon her to prove a point. "I'm so sorry! I can't stop myself from showing my big sexy tits!" She watched them speed off before she was able to stuff herself back into the dress. She balled up her fists in anger as he laughed at her reaction. Without thought, without warning, she snapped. Her right fist collided hard with the imposter's face, causing him to swerve violently into the other lane. She could feel hot blood on her fist as she landed another punch, then another, before he could yell "STOP!" She forcibly sat back in her seat, a mix of triumph and fear flowing through her with every heart beat. She wasn't thinking clearly right now, but she knew that she was in trouble. He glared maliciously at her as he mopped his bloody nose with the sleeve of his jacket. "Fuck you Daisy!" screamed Amber, before spitting in her direction. The blood from his nose leaked into his mouth, staining some of his teeth red as his evil smile returned. He didn't say anything and she continued to glare at her in suspicious anger, until the familiar landscape caught her attention. "Why the fuck did you bring us here!?" He didn't say a word as they pulled into the gravel driveway of a familiar mint green trailer. She asked the question again, as he cut the ignition and departed the vehicle. She was ready to demand an answer when her door opened, but she could only gasp in pain as he grabbed a fist full of her hair. He yanked her out of the car and guided her inside, as she fought to escape the painful hold he had on her. It wasn't until they were over the threshold that he let go. Throwing her to the ground with a hard shove, before turning and closing the door. She was shocked at his use of brute force, but even more so that he displayed it in broad daylight. "Where is it Dan?" asked the voice he once longed to hear again, but not like this. The mad glare in his eyes made her shift nervously, as she turned from her hands and knees to sit upright. "What are you talking about you crazy bitch!?" screamed Amber back in confusion. "I don't know what you're ta-" she began, before a heavy slap knocked her to the floor. She tried to cover the white hot pain with her hand, as she fought to regain focus through her blurry vision. "Don't play games with me cunt! I know you somehow stole my brother's magic ring! Where did you hide it!?" He slapped her again, this time sending her sprawling on the floor. She could taste blood as she sat up on one elbow, throwing a hateful glare in his direction as she yelled "I don't know!' "Did you like what I made you do in the car? Did you like being a whore on display? If you don't give me the truth, it'll get much worse for you. Give me the magic ring!" responded the imposter, as he angrily paced the floor. Amber could tell that Daisy had never dealt with this much testosterone before, and she feared what this crazy person would do next. "I'm telling you the truth. I have no idea where that fucking ring is! You know I am! I can't disagree with you, even if I wanted to!" She watched him as he pondered his next move. The flaring of his nostrils and the ragged breathing made her extremely nervous, and she made sure that she was ready for another attack as she got to her feet. She knew that her tiny frame could never overpower her old body, but she wasn't going to just sit there and take it. Whatever he decided to do next however, was interrupted by the opening of the front door. They both watched as a very tall, brown-haired young man made his way into the trailer. His eyes fell on Amber before he looked around cautiously. "Who the hell do you think you-?" began the imposter, before the stranger's right fist connected with his jaw. The power he put behind the punch sent the imposter to the floor, and Amber could only shield so much of her with her arms as he approached. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here buddy?" shouted the stranger with a tone of authority, and they watched as the imposter bolted from the trailer in a fit of sobs. Amber knew that Daisy was in there, but it was still awkward to see a man like Dan Miles, crying like a baby. "Ha, what a bitch... Are you okay miss?" "Uh yeah, yeah I'm fine I guess" bumbled Amber as she lowered her defense. If this man was going to attack her too, he wouldn't have been speaking so kindly to her. He gently offered his hand to her and helped her to her feet, before walking to the open door and peeking out. "He's gone," declared the man with a tone of triumph, before turning to look at his rescue. "Why don't you come over to our place, and we can take a look at that cut on your lip." "Yeah, um ok," responded Amber, before deciding to follow him out the door. They made occasional small talk as he walked her across the trailer park. He introduced himself to her as Dennis, and apparently he lived with his friend Sean and their children. A time before all of this had happened to her, she reflected that she would've felt uncomfortable with a gay man. Now though, she found herself very open minded about the concept of two men raising children. "Hey Sean, we have a guest and she has a cut lip. Do we have any neosporin!?" yelled the brown-haired man as they approached a slightly pink double wide. The voice that responded with "just a sec" caught Amber by surprise. She was expecting a flamboyant man's voice or at the very least a normal one like Dennis's. What she recieved however, was a response that sounded like some young valley girl. If she had been surprised by that voice, she definitely wasn't prepared for the person that greeted them at the door. A very young-looking blonde woman offered Dennis a small yellow tube, and Amber couldn't help but to get slightly turned on by her presence. This woman was a little taller than she was, with bleach blonde hair and a body similar to her own. She was wearing very low-cut daisy dukes and a tight pink shirt that showed most of her skin. She had a nice tan going and the only place she had tan lines, were around her waist. Everything else from her lips to her heeled sandals were pepto pink, including the heavy eyeshadow and the large plastic hoops in her ears. She was wondering how she never noticed this woman here before, when two young kids appeared at her side, bumping into Amber as they ran past her. "Hey watch it! Sorry about that," began Dennis as he approached the bimbo "this is..." "Like hi! I'm Sean" offered the woman, waving excitedly at Amber. "I really like your dress!" "Um, nice to meet you," was Amber's best response, before Dennis instructed "Lets go inside. I'll fix that lip of yours and we can have a chat." She agreed, and they all made their way inside the double wide. She followed the couple to a comfortable-looking living room, that was oddly decorated in a way that you would expect a boy's bedroom to look. The only difference was Sean's obvious influence, in the shape of random Hello Kitty decor. Dennis offered her a seat and handed her the tube, before taking his own across from her. She applied the ointment to her cut, as she watched Sean pick up a stuffed Hello Kitty and cuddle it, before energetically asking, "Like isn't this so cute!?" "Sean, sit down please," instructed Dennis before turning to Amber and stating, "you know, she wasn't always like this." "What do you mean?" asked Amber curiously, unsure of where he was going. "Well. He was, I mean she was... well she used to be a he." "But, don't you two have children? Why are you telling me this?" "Because, before I saved you over there. I heard you talking about a ring, one with magic powers." "Wait. Are you telling me that Carl did this to you?" Dennis looked at her suspiciously before responding. "I don't know who Carl is, but it happened on a bus nearly five years ago. This old witch had some sort of glowy purple ring, and I don't know why, but she did this to him. She made us come live here and um..." "Having babies totally sucks," chimed in Sean, nibbling on her thumb as she watched them to the best of her ability. Amber could tell that she was having a hard time paying attention. "When I was finally able to go looking for her, it was like she never existed. If anyone knew who she was, they certainly weren't willing to talk about it. It wasn't until today that we had some sort of actual lead." He looked at her in despiration and she wasn't sure how to respond. Their silence was shortly broken by Sean however, when she bluntly asked "so were you like, a yummy guy too?" Amber though about it carefully, before nodding in shame. There was something about these people that made her confide in them, even though they had only just met. It was the first time in a while that she could actually relate to somebody. And it made her feel slightly better that she wasn't turned into the bimbo that Sean had been. Amber didn't know what to say when the Sean pranced over to her, before randomly rubbing her belly. At first she thought it was a strange sympathetic reaction, but then her big glassy eyes looked up in a pout. "Oh wow! Do you like, have to make babies too? It's like, so not cool." "Sean that's rude!" barked Dennis as he looked at Amber apologetically. "She or he's obviously having a hard enough time as it is. You don't need to go rubbing stuff like that in." Amber stared at Sean in confusion as she placed her own hand on her firm belly. She never considered the possibility, having simply blamed her gain in weight on all of the take out her and Pete had. "I don't think... I think I'm just um," mumbled Amber as her mind wandered through the possibilities. She still had memories of those months she lived with Pete, and she could've sworn that the used protection most of the time. "Well it's really easy really," stated Sean matter-of-factly, as she played with a loose piece of her blonde hair "did you get your mensies?" "My what?" "Your um, period" answered Dennis nervously, apparently slightly uncomfortable with the subject. "Sean had a few before she got pregnant with Jayden." "No, I don't think..." "And I'm assuming whoever did this to you made you, um... well you know..." he offered. "have sex with boys" finished Sean cheerfully, as if the idea excited her. She was bouncing up and down happliy before she caught Amber and Dennis's expressions. "What?" "I'm sorry, but she really can't control herself" begged Dennis, before looking at his friend and declaring, "hey Sean, why don't you go get me a beer?" "Okay!" shouted the blonde in response, before galloping into the kitchen. While Amber still tried to wrap her head around the possibility of prenancy. She didn't even know what to feel right now. "So Amber... or do you want me to call you something else?" asked Dennis. "Amber is fine. I couldn't tell you my other name if I wanted to. It's part of the curse." He examined her sympathetically before continuing; "You said some Carl guy has this ring right? I take it that wasn't the guy I punched over there." Amber let out a small chuckle, which in turn caused Sean to giggle uncontrollably before asking "like, what's so funny?" She did her best to ignore the blonde as she answered "No that wasn't Carl, that was his sister." "That was a girl!?" gasped Dennis with wide eyes, as he covered his mouth in disbelief. "Well WAS a girl. I think her brother gave her my old body for some reason." Dennis was obviously having a hard time wrapping his head around this as he asked "so this girl is in your body, and you're in hers? And it happens to be the guy's sister that has the ring?" "Well kinda. I'm not in her body, this one was kinda umm... created," explained Amber as she tried to walk slowly through the events with them. She eventually gave them her whole story, starting with the day Jessica had left her and the notes she found. She went over every detail, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief as he spoke. She was in the process of explaining the trip to the gas station, when she discovered that Sean was no longer listening. Instead she was sitting at the kitchen table, painting her toe nails a matching pink and humming some sort of pop tune. "She has trouble focusing. It's not her fault, please don't be offended." Amber nodded and continued telling her story, finishing with her abduction from Carl's funeral. She felt a slight pang of anxiety as her mind wandered over Pete, and how horrible he must've felt when he discovered that she was gone. "So this guy with the ring is dead? And you have no idea where the ring is now?" "Right" "Well shit, there goes our only lead then." Amber watched his face fall in silence before turning to observe Sean. She was brushing the light brown hair of a little girl as a younger boy told an animated story. Regardless of how things sounded, she could tell that Sean seemed oddly at peace. "Why do you want to change her back?" asked Amber in a low voice, causing Dennis to raise his eyebrows as he looked up at her. "What do you mean?" "Why do you want to change her back? You two have children together and she seems pretty happy." He examined her carefully before looking over at the woman in question. "Because she isn't Sean anymore, she's some dumb blonde girl that's forced to have a family with me. Nobody deserves that." "And what about your kids Dennis? If you did find this ring, what would happen to the kids?" She could tell by the look on his face that he never considered this. "Well uh, I don't... know. I guess I never... but you don't want to stay like that right?" "I don't know" answered Amber truthfully, even though she had meant to deny it. Her forced honesty caught her by surprise, and she fumbled her words slightly before openly stating; "I mean part of me wants my old life back, most of me actually... But for the last few months, I feel like something's changed. I don't know if I could even go back to that life anymore." Their discussion ended shortly after that, and they spent the rest of the evening getting to know each-other better. It turned out that Sean was an amazing cook, something that made Amber oddly envious, as she took her first bite of the loaded baked potato. They shared memories of their past over many drinks that night, before Sean was tucking the kids into bed and Dennis was walking her back to the mint green trailer. "Are you sure you don't want to stay over at our place tonight?" asked Dennis, as he held the door open so that she could step inside. It felt strange that he was still treating her like a lady, considering what he knew. Old habits obviously died hard. "No, I'll be fine thanks. If I find or need anything, I'll be sure to let you know." "But..." "Don't worry Dennis, I'm a big girl." He still made sure to examine every inch of the trailer before his departure, his final words stating that her bedroom was a mess, which made her laugh a little. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself hugging him goodbye. She barely had time to think about it before he left without another word, and she decided to focus on searching for clues. She spent most of that night cleaning, a habit she formed during her stay with Pete. She had the entire place smelling of lysol, pine sol and every other kind of sol, as daylight started creeping through the bedroom window. The room itself was almost in order by now. All of the clothes had been folded and she had just opened the vanity to store makeup, when she found it. A tarnished cigar box. She looked around nervously before extracting it from the drawer, and when she opened it she had to muffle a scream of surprise. Inside the small box, was a bloody handkerchief. After a moment, she carefully unraveled it to not only find the large stone ring, but the brutally severed finger it was still attached to. She felt like she was about to vomit when she set the box down, before a small paper cut interrupted her nausea. "Ow!" After sucking on her finger for a moment, she noticed a folded piece of paper taped to the bottom of the box, which she carefully extracted. She took a few deep, anxious breaths before slowly unfolding it. Flinching slightly before realizing that the handwriting was different. It read: Daisy, I know that things have been weird for us over the last few months, but I can't help feeling that what we did was wrong. No matter how much you hated the man, he didn't deserve the things you had me do to him. Nobody deserves to have their life solen from them like that. It doesn't help that these voices keep getting stronger and stronger. I can't even control myself sometimes, it's like they're possessing me. They're evil Daisy they are so damn evil! I can hear them right now as I'm writing this, telling me to do horrible things to you too. When I gave you Dan's life like you asked, they made me feel so much pain. I don't know if I can fight them anymore sis, I really don't. I mean look at what they've done to me. I look like the crypt keeper now! It feels like they're eating my soul, and I can hear them talking to you too. Trying to make you take the ring when I'm done. You can't listen to them Daisy, this power isn't worth the price. You have to destroy this ring when you find it. Destroy it and please, tell Dan that I'm sorry. I never meant for it to get this bad, you were just supposed to switch roles for a while so that he'd love and respect you, but they had other plans. They made me... they made me do such horrible things. Amber's eyes teared up as she read it, before she found another passage written on the bottom of the page. The words were hard to make out through all of the dried blood. They wouldn... ... ... it's done, I fina... found a way ou... ... had to cut off my own ... ... ... and I could feel them, they're angr... ... don't know how much time... ... ... leaving it in this box ... destroy it. ... always love... The rest of the message was too smudged to read, and she simply stared at the letter in disbelief. She still didn't understand it, but somehow there was more to this than she thought. She set the letter down before picking the cigar box back up, anxously examining the ring on the severed finger. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that it was calling out to her. She felt an odd urge to put it on. A sudden lust for the power that it held spread through her, as she closeley examined it. She didn't notice it until now, but it looked like the ring was alive. A low purple glow pulsed from somewhere within, and it seemed to be syncing its rhythm to her own heart beat. "I really shouldn't" answered Amber to the sound of a whispered suggestion. The sound of a door creeking in the distance snapped her out of it, and she was surprised to find her hand stretched out in front of her. Reaching toward the box that sat atop the vanity. "Amber? Are you here?" asked a nervous, familiar man's voice in the distance. She stared at the ring for another moment before making a decision, and hurridly stuck it back in the vanity with the blood-soaked letters. She barely had the drawer closed when the bedroom door behind her sprung open. And she turned, ready to face him. "There you are, I was worried sick about you. Are you okay?" bumbled Pete, with obvious concern in his voice. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you" sighed Amber as she greeted him with a warm embrace. Surprised to realize that she actually meant it. "I'm so sorry about the last few days. I was so caught up in my own feelings that I didn't even think about what you were probably going through." admitted Pete into her hair as they held eachother, and she pulled back just enough for their eyes to meet. She didn't what she was looking for in those eyes, but all she found was a mirror of her own feelings toward him. An overwhelming appreciation that she couldn't explain. Despite being forced into all of the things she had done with this man, she couldn't deny the real love she felt for him now. She kissed him tenderly as she willingly gave up the remnants of her past. She had changed, she knew she could never go back to the life she once knew. This was who she was now, and she sealed that decision when she closed the lid of that cigar box. They held eachother for another moment before letting go, her eyes falling back to the vanity. Part of her wondered if she was making a mistake, but she knew that the only way to go from here was forward. And maybe one day, she would tell him the truth about everything. One day. She took his hand as they walked to the door, before an obvious question formed in her mind. "How did you know where to look for me?" "Well I guess I'll come clean" began Pete, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Well I kinda stalked you here the first time we met. Remember? You were wearing some sort of hockey outfit." They exchanged a knowing look as they exited the trailer, before silently making their way back home. ----------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you for reading my latest story, and I apologize if the ending was disappointing for some. This initially was going to wind up as some sort of smut tale, but the more I started caring for the characters, the more the story changed. If you can't tell by now, this is a continuation of my "Ring of Rheoli" tale, and it's definitely not the final part. I plan on writing more in this universe until I reach the conclusion in my head, hopefully continuing to grow as a writer as I do so. I'm not quite sure how this tale will be taken by my readers, given the more romantic path this last part took. If there's enough interest however, I wouldn't mind putting out an epilogue in the near future. Until then, stay tuned for my next piece. I promise a smutty short before I get into anything as involved as this tale. Perhaps that will be my rhythm. Also: If you would like to contact me, you can reach me via email at [email protected] And keep that feedback flowing please! Good or bad I would love some honest reviews to all the hard work I put in writing these freebies for you folks! - T.N