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Chapter 36 Bobbie was fighting the urge to clean Nick's car as they drove. "So, Bobbie," Nick said, trying to make small talk. "What's your story? Study cupcakes under the French masters? Sell your soul to Satan for the ability to bake?" Her eyes tumbled downward. "Apparently, just a girl who seems to have bad luck lately. My mom threw me out, and..." Bobbie's voice broke as she started to cry a little. "Hey, we all have bad luck. My parents and I aren't exactly close." He put a hand on her shoulder. It felt different from Tim's touch, the familiarity was there. She thought of Kim. "Brothers and sisters?" "Nope, only child. Kinda wished for... well, a different upbringing," Nick shifted in his seat nervously. Through her tears, she noticed Nick's darkness for the first time. It wasn't like any other she'd seen. It was shaped to his body like a finely tailored Italian suit, and hung tenuously close to his skin. The Freddie's was full of people, well, as full as it could be on a Tuesday morning. Bobbie grabbed a cart and walked through the entrance. "I'll take that," Nick said. "You got a list?" "List?" Bobbie wrinkled her brow. "For shopping?" "Oh, this is easy, where's... ah there." Bobbie was throwing two onions in the bag. Cruising the aisle, she also grabbed a small pork roast. "You guys need anything?" The shopping continued. Bobbie buying more groceries than Nick had seen at one time. They headed home. Once there, Bobbie went into the kitchen. Nick followed, a look of unease on his face. "Cut these," Bobbie told Nick, handing him the onions. "Just slices, y'know, rings." Nick grabbed the knife nervously. Bobbie laughed. "No. Like this." She grabbed the knife and pinched it where the blade met the handle. "Don't put your finger along the spine. Think of it as a sword." Minutes later, there were uneven slices of onion. Bobbie opened the crock pot. "Put the onions in the bottom." He did. "Now rub the salt and pepper into the roast. Nick grimaced. "What's wrong Nick?" "I...I..." He sighed. "You're different to them. Faye and Rach. It's gonna take some time to get used to. Faye's...not a regular girl." Bobbie smiled. "Tell me about it. Different to?" Nick smiled. "You like that, huh. Been saying it that way for years since... since..." His eye twitched. "Since Kane and I...," His darkness flared. "It's not important. What's next?" Bobbie clenched her teeth at the mention of Kane. She realized that while Faye's change was traumatic for Faye, she had not given much thought to how it had affected Nick. "Put the barbecue sauce and the cherry cola in. Put it on low." "That's it?" Nick looked surprised, with a small sadness in his eyes. Nick couldn't understand what he felt with this girl, it wasn't sexual. But there was a connection, like... That's it. Nick decided. A sister. He forced a smile. "So, think I can kick your ass while we wait?" His teeth flashed sharklike, gesturing to the game console. "AI is shitty." He handed Bobbie a controller. They selected characters and waited for combat to begin. Bobbie didn't stand a chance. Fists and feet of fury pummeled Bobbie's pixilated avatar to death, and again, and again." "You've never played fighting games before?" Nick said, surprised at the easiest victory he'd ever had. "Not really. Last game I finished was Dead Space," Bobbie said, trying to reorient her thumbs. Nick raised a shaggy eyebrow. "Here." He switched controllers with her and selected training mode. "You have to be able to hit the combos, single hits only work as combo breakers," Nick went into a long discussion about how to link the buttons and joystick positions. Bobbie listened as well as she could, he was talking so fast. Bobbie nodded understanding, then started to move her fighter through a series of punches, flips, and kicks that looked far more choreographed than any attack she'd pulled off before. **** "Yeah, yeah!" Bobbie said, her voice louder than usual. Nick's warrior died a violent death. He smiled at Bobbie. "Looks like I've created a monster." Bobbie smiled back. "It's alive, it's alive, it's alive..." Nick laughed, a relaxed laugh. "Bobbie, you're cool as hell." He sniffed. "That smells great." "Hey, you made it." The creaking of a door went unheard. "Uh. Please tell me there's coffee." It was Faye, she ran a hand through her hair. Opening her eyes, she looked at the living room. "What the fuck happened in here?" Faye asked, confused by the sudden appearance of natural light. "Looks like a reverse cyclone came through. And what is that smell?" "Morning, sunshine," Nick said. "Bobbie straightened up a little and..." "She made dinner?" Faye said, stifling a yawn. "Nope, That was Nick," Bobbie said, starting the game again. "Defend yourself, infidel." Pouring the remainder of the coffee in the pot, Faye came in and sat down. "So, everything okay Bobbie?" Faye asked. "A little. Thanks for making me go out last night." "No problem. God, you were drunk." Bobbie was gnawing on her lower lip as she worked the controller. One more hit and... HUUUAAAAAA! Bobbie's character laid on the ground, lifeless. "Victory!" The voice proclaimed. "So close," Bobbie said. "You're getting better," Nick said. "So, Faye. Up for a catfight?" He gestured toward her with a controller. "Even hung over, I'll win. That's why they call me the professor, 'cause I school fools." Nick handed Faye the controller. "Good luck." He left the room and entered the bathroom. It was over quickly. Bobbie eked out a victory in the last second. Faye looked at Bobbie narrowly. "Something's not right here. One more." Bobbie repeated the win. "Nick? You showing Bobbie the ropes?" "Yeah," he yelled back. "If she's gonna be here, she's gonna have to learn." Faye's eyebrows knitted together. "Hey," Bobbie said. "I need to start the slaw, want to stand in the kitchen with me?" "I'm bringing the coffee, it's the only thing preventing me from getting stabby." Bobbie made a simple cole slaw and stored it to allow the flavors to marry. Faye was shocked at the amount of food in the refrigerator. "You bought all that? Usually just cereal and fast food around here," Faye yawned, still paying for last night. "Cooking keeps my mind off of things. Want some breakfast?" Bobbie was pulling ingredients out. "Sure," Faye said, reaching around to scratch her back. "You didn't tell me Nick was so cool." "He's a ham and cheese fuckwich with hot sauce." "No, I'm serious Faye. He mentioned you, you know." "We live together. He always does. Damn, what is this itch? Something must have bit me." "No..." Bobbie said, breaking eggs into a bowl. "He mentioned Kane. I caught him saying different to," Faye chuckled "Yeah, I remember. His Monty Python phase. That's about the only thing that stuck. Well that and his silly walk." "He still misses you, I mean Kane." "I know. I just can't be...him... anymore. I mean, haven't you noticed that you feel... I dunno different?" Faye kept scratching, her top baring her midriff. The bottom of her bra beginning to show. Bobbie added cinnamon and milk to the eggs. She began heating the pan. "I have. I was picked on a lot. I never felt like a part of... well, anything. I grew up in a room, in front of a tv. Movies and books don't judge, you know?" Faye did. Bobbie soaked the bread and added it to the buttered pan. "So, what's the game plan, Kevin?" Faye asked. Bobbie chuckled. "Vanity's your favorite sin, not mine." "Really? What's yours?" Bobbie flipped the pieces of French Toast. "Don't think I have one; although, I hate unfairness. So... Wrath? Faye looked at Bobbie intently. "Wrath? Now we're talking." "Plan is for me to finish school and...I don't know, get out of Delacroix?" It wasn't long before breakfast was served. French toast, bacon, and eggs. Nick dug in and was immediately busy not saying anything and cleaning his plate. "Jesus Bobbie. The inside is like custard, and it doesn't even need syrup. I've never had anything this good outside of Benny's." "Nick, she's not gonna go out with you, sicko." Nick looked hurt. "Nothing like that, I couldn't... She's so cool. She got my references." Bobbie smiled. She liked Nick, Robb would have, too. "She gets everybody's references," Faye said dryly. "She's seen more movies than we've seen... put together." As they finished, Bobbie cleared the dishes. The upset feeling she had, while masked by the previous night's alcohol, had retreated far enough to allow her to feel a sense of normalcy for the first time since leaving home. Faye, who had retreated into her room, came back with a wad of white and black. "I got this for Rachel as a joke, but it seems to fit here. Try it on." She threw the wad at Bobbie, who caught it out of midair. Opening it to its full length, she saw what it was. It was a French maid outfit. "I'm not wearing that," Bobbie said incredulously. Nick returned to the room in time to see the outfit. He chuckled quietly. Faye pointed at Nick. "Maybe you should wear it. You made dinner, right." "I did mention the fuck you, didn't I?" said Nick, selecting his fighters. "Yes, just not today," Faye nonchalantly replied. "I've got a shoot at Mt. Forbes this weekend, so I'm gonna be gone. Bobbie, you gonna feel safe here with a repressed sex maniac?" Nick, without taking his eyes off of the screen. "Blow me." "You wish." A look of distaste flitted across his visage, lit by the epilepsy inducing light patterns. An almost inaudible growl escaped his lips. Nick's phone rang. Pausing the game, he answered. "Hello... oh, hey....Really?" A sigh. "Okay, I'll be right there." "I've gotta run. Taylor needs help. His computer's fritzing again." "That's because you fixed it," Faye quipped. "I still don't understand why you don't fix yours." "Because it's not broken. Just messed up in a way I understand." Grabbing his laptop, he headed for the door. "I'll be home for dinner. Can't miss this. See y'all in a bit," He smiled at Bobbie and exited the apartment. Bobbie watched him leave. "He's really cool. Kind of reminds me of when..." Her face darkened. "When what?" "My little sister and I used to play together. Now she's..." Bobbie's eyes became moist. "A druggie?" Faye said. Bobbie shot her a look "Yeah," A single tear rolled down the left side of her face, her expression shifted to one of anger and frustration. "...and that girlfriend of hers, OOOH! I just want to...." "Wrath, right?" Faye said. **** Bobbie and Faye continued the war of fighters for a while. Faye's trash talking continually made Bobbie laugh. "These noobs, I swear." "So," she turned to Bobbie, "how drunk were you last night?" Suddenly Bobbie remembered. "Mary kissed me again, she must have been drinking." Faye's confusion was made plain on her face. "Since I changed...I can't... well, I can't do anything. No smoking, no drinking. At first it sucked, but now..." Realization dawned, Bobbie saw what she had been doing unconsciously. "I don't really need it anymore, When I do stuff for people...That's it!" "What?" "Helping people." Bobbie grinned like a lunatic. The doors were thrown open. Everything that had happened made sense. Helping people was her drug, her addiction, her vice. "I understand now." Faye reached around to scratch again. "Damn, this itch is driving me. You wanna help? Could you...I just can't." Faye pulled up the back of her top. Bobbie scratched with her nails. "Oh, God. Yes!" Faye was reacting orgasmically to the scratching. Bobbie noticed discolorations on her skin, some dark purple splotches right above her tailbone, and some blotchy spots to both the left and the right. "You might want to put some lotion on that, it looks, well, like a rash." "Lovely. Probably just stress, the shoot this weekend is a big one. They're bringing in a snow machine. God, that does smell good." "I just told Nick what to do. This is an easy one." "I'm not sure about this, I don't trust food that doesn't come in a paper wrapper, or a box." "Hey, you model. I cook." Bobbie shrugged. Faye stripped off her shirt leaving her in her bra. Bobbie looked away. "Maybe if I let it air out, give it some sun." She moved the coffee table closer to the window, allowing her to get the affected area into the light. **** Bobbie was feeling better. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed her skin was brighter. Her bangs, still wet from the shower dipped into her eyes. Looks like it's time to call Frankie again. Her situation hadn't improved. Here she was, living in a stranger's house. She looked around, what an insane couple of days. When Bobbie reentered the living room, Faye was topless, and scratching. "Bobbie, I need your nails again. Maybe I do need lotion, could you get it out of the bathroom?" Bobbie grabbed it and went over to Faye's makeshift gaming seat. "Would you mind?" Faye asked. "I can't reach." "O...okay." Bobbie felt a little strange from the proposition. Bobbie began rubbing the thick lotion onto Faye's back. It started with almost a purring, that graduated to a soft moaning. Faye was getting pummeled onscreen as she sunk into the savory, meaty feeling of Bobbie's hands sliding over her back. The itch was gone, replaced by one far more insidious." When Nick got home, Faye was dressed in the camo top that nearly caused Playtread to close, still playing. "God, these guys are terrible. Nick, We need to clean up in there. Basements are being flooded by the tears of sweaty man children, schooled by a pretty pretty princess. "It's still release day, give the noobs some time to come up to speed." He sniffed. "Wow, that smells like heaven." "...and you're just in time to finish it," Bobbie said, getting up. "Nick, the maid's outfit is on the lamp. Don't forget to wear the tiara?? What is that thing called?" "Again with the fuck you." Bobbie helped Nick drain most of the liquid out of the crock pot. "Add the rest of the barbecue sauce, then pull it apart with a couple of forks. I'll cut the rolls." She pulled the slaw out of the refrigerator. Bobbie sliced the buns cleanly, then piled them high with the shreds of pork and onion. Topping each sandwich with a helping of slaw. Nick watched with amazement as Bobbie flowed from movement into the next, moving like water. "Wow, you're good." He took two plates out to the living room. Bobbie followed with her own plate. Faye was the first one into her sandwich. She moaned in ecstasy. The crunch of the slaw, the sweetness of the pork, the resistance of the bread; the flavors and textures mingled. Faye's tongue danced and twitched as flavor overloaded her senses. Nick was also impressed. His eyes opened completely, he bobbed his head up and down. "I made this?" filaments of apple clung to his upper lip, hanging like Velcro to his unshaven face. "You sure did," Bobbie said, smiling as she took a bite. "Good stuff. Tried other sodas, but nothing works like Cherry Pepsi," She shrugged. "Don't know why though. But you could play with it. I keep thinking Mango Habanero.." Nick's eyes gleamed for a second. "...or like spicy Dr. Pepper?" Bobbie cocked her head slightly. Holding her eyes up and to the left, thinking, "Don't see why not. Kind of like Tetris. Cooking's like a living puzzle, a really cool game." She hefted her sandwich "And you get to eat your achievements." "Didn't think of it that way, this might be fun. Faye..." She had gotten up and left without anyone noticing. "I'm sure she'll be back in a second. Bobbie," He gestured to his sandwich. "Thanks. I haven't had real food in a while." Bobbie shook her head. "You made it, not me." Faye returned wearing a pair of pink camoflauge sleep pants. "Where'd you go?" "Just to change," Faye said quickly. A superfine sheen of perspiration coated Faye's face, and Bobbie could have sworn that she was breathing faster. "Gotta grab another sandwich, those are really good." Nick shot a glance at Faye. Several more sandwiches were eaten before the food was put away. Nick finally decided to turn in when his phone rang. It was Taylor. "Shit," Nick grumbled. "Hello...are you fucking serious?.... And you need it.." Nick ran a hand through his hair. "I'll be right there." "Why does he keep calling you?" Faye asked, eating her third sandwich. "Faye, there's too much pork in your mouth." Nick was up and pulling a Red Bull and a container of the leftover meat out of the refrigerator. "I'll be back at some point, I guess. Faye." "Hmmm." "Don't burn the house down. Bobbie. Don't let the professor here do anything stupid." "Like what? I'm online, noobs need to learn their place." She lowered her voice," And class is in session." "Okay. Have fun." Nick left, the sound of the car thunderous against the foreign screams of the videogame still playing in the background. "So. Up for a rematch?" Bobbie grinned. "I think I can arrange that." **** She was alone, whispers carried on the currents of air that twisted past her. The walls were once white. Trails of black ran down the walls, as if it were running mascara, flickering fluorescent bulbs cast a sickly pall on the room. "See? If we had waited, we wouldn't be having this much fun right now. Would we?" "Yes, Lust you're right. You always are. What's next?" "We lay low for a bit. She's gone to ground. When she pops up again. We'll be ready for the coup de grace." Lust! Bobbie felt a chill splash over her body. That other voice, who is it? "Shh! She's here. How is she here? Than can only mean..." "Go," The whisper chuckled. Then the sound changed, it became a low voice. "And Advocate..." it teased. Bobbie suddenly felt as if the walls were pressing in on her. Closer, tighter. "There's nowhere on this Earth..." **** Bobbie flinched awake to see Faye's face hovering above her own, close enough to smell the remnants of dinner. "You can hide from me," she said. Her eyes blazing, yet dead, lifeless. Finishing her sentence, Faye rolled off of Bobbie and back into her bed. There was a rustling of linen as Faye's hand dove beneath her sheets. There was a combination of moaning and squishy sounds that felt every kind of wrong to Bobbie. Terrified, uncomfortable, and just wanting to sleep, Bobbie quietly backed out of Faye's room and let her do her thing. Her moans became louder the moment Bobbie closed the door. It was as if the volume had been turned up with each quiet step. She tossed and turned on the sofa. It wasn't long before she was asleep again. But, it seemed like forever. ***** CLANG!! CLANG!! Bobbie saw the room materialize in front of her. And Justice came with it. "What do you think you're doing?" she said, a tinge of anger peppering her voice. "Huh?" "She's a thrall. Lust will always have a link to her, however small. She works against everything you do, they all do. Always have," Justice snapped. "Faye's not like that," Bobbie said, defending her. "And what else was I supposed to do?" She sunk to the sofa, head in her hands, unable to hold Justice's gaze. "I'm a terrible Advocate," she cried, yelling over her tears. "I can't help anybody. I just don't know how to fight this, or anything. That video... dammit. I wish I could take it back. I can't help anyone. Kim's on drugs, Mom threw me out. Tim and.... Everything's....everything's shitty." "The path of least resistance is rarely the right one." "Enough fortune cookie philosophy," Bobbie raged, locking her identical eyes at Justice. "I don't want this responsibility. I hate feeling like this." "WANT?" A sudden breeze kicked up. Justice's eyes became bluer, more piercing. The wind blew her hair away from her clear face. "Who ever said this is about want?" The wind started to howl. Justice's voice raising in volume, becoming more authoritative. "Do you think her life is better? Do you want to see how she lives? What Lust does to people? Then so be it. You need a lesson." "And I am the teacher," Justice said, drawing out the final 'r' into a growl. Bobbie blinked. CLANG!! Chapter 37 Bobbie woke up feeling... odd. Her hand felt moist, and it was in her... She withdrew her fingers, gasping as she did so. Unfamiliar and unused muscles tightened, thumped, and flexed. It felt good, really good, much better that it should have. Finally disengaging her hands, she wiped her fingers on the sheet, removing the resulting juices from them. She finally got a look at her surroundings. This wasn't the living room. As her eyes settled on piles of clothing and different posters plastered on the walls, Bobbie realized she'd woken up in Faye's room. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she blinked wearily as she struggled to force the arrival of more coherent thought. Her hands drifted across cotton sheets, finding the softness of a feather duvet. Faye's room? How did I get back in here? And, why am I in her bed? Confusion reigned supreme...And where's Faye? She sat up, causing dark sheets to slip away from her body like the unveiling of a new car. What she laid eyes upon caused her to gasp in shock; Her breasts, now exposed and bare for all to see...were huge. They'd doubled in size overnight, sitting pert and full atop her chest, thrusting out proudly as if daring someone not to look at them. Moving off the bed, a cold blast of air greeted her neck. She felt her hair swing strangely. A glance in the mirror called her attention. Panic, not just panic. The resin of panic, freebased in one enormous dose. Her breasts weren't all that had changed. Her nipples were dark brown now to match her tan skin, looking fat and turgid, capping off each enormous mound. Looking past her new endowments, Bobbie hastily tore at the sheets, what lingering fragments of drowsiness still afflicting her scattered, like leaves on the wind. Her waist was a little narrower, tapering out into wide, luscious hips that swelled into a truly magnificent ass that practically acted as an extra cushion between her and the soft mattress. Nestled between her legs, her new vagina seemed to almost bristle when exposed to the cool morning air. In her panic, a lock of purple hair fell into her vision, and it caused the truth to crash down on her so hard it sounded like thunder. It was Faye, standing in the place her reflection should be. Bobbie put her hands to her face, her breasts. The sensation of touching them was... different, more sensual. The curves stuck way out. She wasn't bad, she was just drawn that way. Looking around, Bobbie noticed that the world seemed bigger, as if someone had rescaled everything while she slept. Her hands moved over her body, her touch like arctic splashes of water freezing over unfamiliar territory. It was like watching a foreign film without subtitles, swim or drown. So many thoughts flitted rapid circles in her mind. Rational thought was at a premium. She remembered the dream... Justice! Is this what she meant? She looked at her body. It was sultry, curvy. Although she was shorter, all that height apparently had gone straight to her breasts, they had doubled in size where she had lost nearly another foot in height.. They wobbled like perfectly made gelatin. It was if everything was suddenly was seasoned with monosodium glutamate. That tiny thing that made everything feel more complete. She looked into the mirror, the dark eyed reflection staring back at her. Wow, Faye's cute...where did that come from? Bobbie slowly turned and checked out that amazing derriere, a dark shape was seeming to rise beneath her skin, like a blemish yet to bloom, the dark splotches above her tailbone itching, burning with a heat that was more penetrating than physical. She examined every inch of every curve, hefting one breast, than the other. Heavy, Bobbie mused, no wonder she doesn't exercise. Bobbie mused. The sublime calculus which had allowed Faye's body to have curves that stretched into the eighth dimension revealed themselves to her. She was shorter, again. Bobbie looked in the mirror and stared into the vaguely almond shaped eyes, veins of violet pulsated in her dark irises. The face was cute. She turned her head one way, than the other, the hair little longer than chin length. The purple streaks conveying a hint of chaotic neutral, the almost Asian mystique completing the playful gothic look, she continued to look. She pouted and widened her eyes. There was just enough Suicide Girl to tease, and just enough innocence to provoke. She was a well oiled and designed machine, one engineered to produce stirrings of passion in any of those who appreciate the female of the species. Without even thinking, Bobbie watched her reflection as Faye's hands went to her breasts. Her dainty hands couldn't hope to contain all of the swollen flesh. As her fingertips made contact with the supple flesh, Bobbie shivered with sensual delight. Her body instantly responded as if on auto-pilot: Nipples hardening into aching nubs, her skin bristling with excitement and the promise of further stimulation. Even her crotch flexed and clenched, feeling a trickle of arousal slowly seeping in... "Oh my god...!" she gasped in surprise, drawing her hands away before she was tempted to explore any further. Just a simple touch of her ample breasts had caused her whole body to respond like she'd been making out with Tim. Forgetting to put clothes on, she ran out into the living room. Ignoring the acutely odd sensations of her hips rolling with every step, or the way her bare breasts bobbed and tugged at her chest as if demanding attention, Bobbie strode into the living room. A sense of relief washed of her, as she spied her familiar blonde form sprawled out on the couch, still clad in the same PJ bottoms and a nightshirt she'd worn last night. Bobbie saw her body sleeping peacefully. Bobbie bit her lip, trying to think of the best way to wake Faye...assuming it was her in there... without freaking her out. Sadly no particularly clever responses came to mind, and she settled for nudging her awake. She shook the person on the couch. "Hey, wake up." *** "Hey, wake up." That was the annoying sound that threatened to drag Faye away from her dreams of flying through the air, bouncing from one snowflake to another. Her hand shot up, slapping at the offender of her sanctuary of slumber. "Too early," she heard another voice say blearily. The eyes opened into the purple gaze she was used to seeing in the mirror. Faye sat upright with the reaction time of someone on fire. "Lust? What the fuck?" Faye screamed. Her hand shot out and nearly caught Bobbie's throat. She fell backwards fleeing the grip, the landing softened by the new insulation of her ass. "You're dead. How can you even be here?" Faye remembered the last time she saw her supernatural tormentor. "Faye?" Bobbie raised her hands defensively. "Calm down. It's me, Bobbie. Breathe and take a look at yourself." "The fuck you're not her," She spat venomously. "You're bare assed naked and you look exactly like me. Who the fuck else could you be?" Faye looked into her own stricken eyes, realizing that there was none of the black ichor that usually occupied Lust's orbital sockets. She jerked her head downward and peered inside her shirt. Gone were the globes that usually hung there; replaced, halved in size. She looked down at her long legs. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it in front of her eyes, it's whiteness and length both surprising her. "I think... I think..." Bobbie watched as the eyebrows knitted, freezing into a look equal parts rage, confusion, and fear. Faye got up and sprinted to her room. She was looking into a mirror, she pulled at her face. "Holy fuckin' fuck. Bobbie? Why am I...you?" Faye was naked by the time Bobbie entered the room. "I'm a fucking cheerleader!" Faye exclaimed, pawing at her new body. She pulled at her cheeks, working them in circles. "That didn't take long," Bobbie muttered. God, that's what I look like? No wonder people thought I was an angel. Angel, a concept she wanted far from her mind, it had started this whole mess. What is Justice thinking? "I had this dream... then you....I... Justice.." She collapsed to the bed. Faye inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Justice? What did you do?" "I don't know. She seems to think you're not good for me. Said I needed a lesson." Faye swept the white blond hair out of her face. "Any lesson I can teach can't be a good thing." She sat next to Bobbie. "What a load of shit. So she just pulls a Freaky Friday? This is crazy. And how is being me going to teach you anything? Sounds like I'd rather tangle with Lust again. She sounds less spiteful." She brushed hair out of her face for the third time in as many minutes. "Just great, you'd think I'd be used to this shit by now." "I swear that's all I know," Bobbie decided to omit what she'd seen just before the switch regarding Faye waking her. Clearly Faye didn't remember it, and she doubted the girl was in the mood to hear any implications this may be as much her fault as it was Bobbie's. "Rent's due, Rach, Nick... Fuck. Justice did this, right?" Faye watched her own head bob up and down. "Is she in your head like Lust was in mine?" Bobbie looked back, puzzled. "She said Lust will always have a link to you. I don't know, I mean, she's only spoken with me a few times. I don't remember most of it well, she just kind of points me in a direction and let me do what feels right" A sharp slap rang out as Faye facepalmed. "Perfect. So not only do we not know why she did this, but we also don't know what she wants. We could be stuck like this forever trying to figure it out." "Yeah...I know." She stared wide eyed back at Bobbie. "...Oh, shit, My shoot this weekend." "GODAMMIT!" Bobbie shrieked. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." "You? What about me? Fuck, I just got used to all this. And..." Bobbie crossed the room quickly and hugged her old body. Faye hugged back, she was reminded of Tim and the feeling of being protected. The tears started to flow for a second, as Faye's hug made her feel... antsy. Faye noticed that the tactile overload that usually ruled her life was gone, the sensory fuzz that fogged her mind slightly burned off. Bobbie was squirming in her embrace. "Um...Bobbie? You okay?" Bobbie thought of the couch, of that video. God, that felt good. A slight pressure in her nethers caused her to keep rubbing her thighs together, "I'm a little...oooh..." Hesitantly, she lifted her hands to those mammoth breasts, and began squeezing them together as a look of pleasure crossed her face like a shadow. "Oooooohhhh...!" Faye knew that look, it was one she'd been wearing a little too often in recent memory. "Oh come on. You've gotta be kidding me!" Bobbie looked at her pleadingly, biting her lip as she stifled another moan. The obvious humiliation she felt clearly wasn't enough to stem the tide of her building arousal. "...Fine," she muttered darkly, stalking off toward the bedroom. "Just do what you need to do. I'll be in my room when you're done." She backed out of the room and left Bobbie to her... own devices. Faye entered her room and looked at herself in the mirror, longer this time, appreciative. The body she was wearing was cute. Definitely more of a cheerleader type. Another body, Faye had the advantage of navigating this dungeon before. At least this time, there was more information, more knowledge. Bobbie what the hell did you get me into? **** Bobbie was reminded of ecstasy, her tactile senses wired to the silicon chip inside her head, and they were set to overload. The gentle probing of her fingers was electrifying. Perspiration and nectar ran down every curve, droplets clinging to every curve like millions of methed out truckers all driving through breakneck canyons of pleasure. Her loins swelled. Her hand snaked down to the smooth hairless crotch. Every move caused the parts she only had a passing acquaintance with to quiver and sing their siren song into the nerve endings not being teased by the complete stimulation of her self caress. Everything had vibrant color, smell, sound... ...and touch, rapturous touch. Bobbie didn't want to do this, but her body ached for it so badly. It needed release in the worst way. She felt her fingers tremblingly touch the wet, velvet folds of her pussy, causing her back to arch. She started to rub, feeling the velvet folds part, her body whispering promises of pleasure in what lay beyond. She moaned and pushed against that void, and felt a finger slide into her vagina. She gasped sharply, pleasure filling her hips. Bobbie thrust further in and wiggled her finger, feeling hot, wet and velvety flesh squeeze the invading digit. The sensation was so acute, delicious like the sweetest sugar rush, that she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Her finger brushed against a small, swollen bud that was beyond exquisitely sensitive. "Ah...Ahhh...Ah!" she cried as the pleasure rose in her hips, her huge jiggling breasts, capped with thick erect nipples, bounced and trembled with every thrust. "Ahhh...AHHHhhhh....AHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as the dam burst, and pleasure suddenly flooded her body from the cramping, seizing canal between her legs! Her pussy throbbed and pulsed, and Bobbie felt wetness flood from her, cream dripping down into the crack of her rounded ass. She fell back against the couch, moaning softly. Her body relished the release, although she still felt horny, her pussy still craving further stimulation. However she reluctantly withdrew her hand, the scent of sex wafting through the air. She'd tested Faye's patience enough already...pushing any further may be too much even for her to bear. Besides, Bobbie was more than a little concerned about how easily she'd caved in to her new body's need for pleasure and sensual delight. Bobbie realized that she could have continued, but the burning, the itch. The withdrawal, The Jones. It was held back. Enough to get through, but not enough to sate. Standing up, Bobbie quickly made her way to the bathroom, determined to have a shower and clean up a little before meeting with Faye. She toweled off her body, rapt in feeling the rough cloth against her breasts. God, they're huge. Bobbie spent more time drying them than she normally would have. Her hair; however, took far less time. Strands fell in front of her eyes, she brushed them away. The itch on her back started soon after. She tried to scratch. Her arms couldn't quite reach its source. I need to get dressed, where are my...? She looked down and realized that 'Bobbie's' clothes wouldn't cover her breasts, or fit her in any way. She went to cover herself with a towel, but figured since it was Faye's body she wouldn't mind. *** As she walked into Faye's room, she was welcomed by the sight of Faye standing in front of her mirror, posing like a cheerleader as she said aloud, "Gimme an A!" Bobbie tried to stifle a giggle, but was only partially successful. The resulting sound caused Faye to spin around, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at how she'd been caught out. She scowled at Bobbie, holding up a hand to make her stance painfully clear "Not a fucking word from you." Bobbie nodded wordlessly, a few stray rivulets of water mapping the terrain of her luscious curves as they rolled down her body. "Trust me, I'm not thrilled with the current accommodations," She said tersely, walking over to her bed and taking a seat on the edge. "I was just messing around." "I understand," Bobbie nodded sympathetically. "This is...pretty weird for me too. At least this body's the same gender." "You seemed pretty comfortable on the couch," she shot back. "I know..." Bobbie said with an air of concern. "Are you like that all the time? I mean...uh...horny?" She rubbed her thighs together. Faye shrugged her shoulders, running a hand through silken locks of blonde hair. "I dunno, maybe? I mean...I've always been pretty sensitive. I just figured all girls were like that. But lately it's been a little more intense than usual." "Really? I think it's pretty obvious most girls aren't built like Juggasaurus Rex." Bobbie hefted her bare breasts to emphasize the effect. Faye scowled. "You can blame Lust for that. Besides, it's kinda hard to avoid. Any time I eat junk food, it just goes straight to my tits." "Are you serious?" Faye smiled darkly. "Why don't you grab one of your cupcakes and find out?" Bobbie let go of her breasts, which seemed to instantly lament the sudden lack of attention. "Uh....maybe later. I was hoping to get something to wear, unless you want me walking around naked all day." "Yeah, I'd kinda appreciate it if you didn't. I've teased Nick enough over time that if he saw you naked, I'm pretty sure he would spontaneously combust. You got something I can wear? I'm pretty sure none of my clothes are going to fit." Faye turned to her closet. She laughed. "What's so funny?" Bobbie asked, gaining control as she found something to focus on. "You're not gonna like it," Faye said as she started to look through the closet. "Everything I have is... less conservative." After some poking and prodding, teaching and toddling. Bobbie stood in Faye's trademark boots, a puffy skirt that left Bobbie feeling a draft and a tight cleavage building top. It took a minute to coax her breasts into the bra Faye had handed her. "Tough to get stuff in my size. It'll be nice to be able to buy off the rack for a change." "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great," Bobbie said. "There's got to be a way back from this, right?" "C'mon, beautiful. Let's get your makeup done. We better get this over with." "What?" "Look, If you're gonna do that shoot..." "Shoot? Me?" She shook her head, the tips of her hair touching her face, she frowned. "Allegra will have my ass. AAAAAAllllll of it. I need you to do this," Bobbie watched her own wide, blue eyes plead. Bobbie looked down at her body, the thought of modeling terrified her. All those people, staring, taking snapshots to be preserved forever. "I've got a bad feeling about this." Faye was rummaging through Bobbie's bag, looking for clothes. Dammit. This sucks noodles. Jesus, another floral print sundress? Blue dress, blue jeans, blue panties. She settled for Bobbie's Clash shirt and her skinny jeans. The dressing wasn't as sensuous, she realized as she slid the denim up the long, smooth legs of yet another body that wasn't hers. Faye sighed, gesturing to her Heather inspired outfits. "Yeah, are you trying to look like Taylor Swift or what? Feeling better?" "Hey," Faye said sharply. "Let's not work under the assumption that I'm enjoying this either. I need to be you. How's that gonna work? I can't..." Bobbie narrowed her eyes. "Can't what." "Look, no offense. But you're kind of a goodie two shoes." Faye watched her face blush. "I was trying to help people," Bobbie said. "I'm supposed to, it's something I am, not something I do." "Exactly my point. You've got six hours in a car with Rach coming up . And Nick... Oh, God. Nick... Hey, Nick. Remember when I was a guy, well, now I'm Bobbie. Everything should be great." Faye slapped her head. "Bobbie, school? What about school?" Faye looked at Bobbie, it was weird to look down at her body. "We need to figure out what needs to be figured out. But first. I'm hungry. Want some breakfast?" Did I really just say that? Chapter 38 Faye was looking through the cabinet. The same boxes of cereal greeted her. None of them looked appetizing. "Bobbie what goes in pancakes?" "There's Bisquik up there... I can..." "No," Faye sighed. "Look, if I'm gonna pull off this act..." Bobbie turned her new eyes on her old body. "What exactly do you mean?" "Well," Faye said, using her new height to grab things on the top shelf, "everyone's gonna think I'm Bobbie and you're Faye. And we need to make sure that everyone continues to think so. Being me is... complicated." "Gee," Bobbie said sarcastically. "You think so." "I'm not saying that being you is my life's greatest thrill either. Now, what do you do with all this shit?" Bobbie stood off to the side and watched Faye attempt to cook. Bobbie cringed. Eggshell made it into the batter, which she fished out with a fingernail. Flour messily dotted the counter. The batter was soon together. She heated the pan. "Add oil. Just a little. Let it heat up." Faye did, brandishing a spatula like a samurai sword. She poured some batter into the hot oil. Soon, a burning smell started, the acrid burn smelled sour. Faye flipped it. There was a black mass. Faye made a face. "You probably have the flame up too high. It's okay. The first one always comes out badly," Bobbie said, drinking coffee, still feeling the abnormality of both her breasts and her coffee cup doubling in size. Faye seemed to concentrate on the frying pan. The second came out better, the third even better. The burn marks getting smaller. Bobbie nodded approval on her progression. "Look," Faye said, pointing out an unusual pattern on one. "Jesus," Bobbie frowned "Maybe you wanna put that maid outfit on now?" Bobbie's sardonic smile burst onto her face as she ate the first bite. "Bobbie." "Hmmm," she responded. "Fuck you," Faye spat, the taste of the burnt spots bitter against the maple syrup. "If we're gonna do this, we need to do this right," Faye huffed. "We better fill each other in." Bobbie grinned. It frightened Faye a little. "Serious here. What is wrong with you?" They talked about the minutiae of their lives. Bobbie figuring out that this was going to be just as tough on Faye. She explained who everyone was and their little quirks. Faye had the added advantage of having seen them around before. "Beth, be very careful around her. She's too sweet and innocent to get caught up in all of our insanity. If you do anything to hurt her." "I'm not that much of a bitch." Bobbie was still a little stunned to see her mouth swear so casually. "Besides, I just talk about movies and cooking and I'm golden, right?" It was Bobbie's turn to facepalm. She was realizing that maybe this was maybe meant to be a learning experience for the two of them. **** "No, no. You're still too stiff," Faye told Bobbie. "Now arch your back a little. Lean on your elbows. There." Bobbie lay fat on her stomach, looking down at her cleavage. It was more than cleavage. It's Cleveland. Faye had spent the morning showing Bobbie how to be a model. Faye had paraded her around in what seemed like every one of her outfits. Bobbie had gotten the basics easily, but she was always too stiff. Echoes of her old modesty remained. Bobbie felt a tiredness creep into the new body. "Faye. I need a break." She rolled over onto her back and go up carefully. Once onto her feet, she headed for the refrigerator and grabbed a Red Bull. Downing the elixir, Bobbie swiveled towards Faye. "Look," Faye said, pointing a long, blue fingernail at Bobbie. "You'll be fine, you just need to relax." She turned and walked heavily down the hall to her room. Quickly returning, Faye handed Bobbie five cards. They were old Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards, battered and dogeared. A Blue Eyes, White Dragon, Exodia: The Forbidden One, A Dark Magician, A Mystical Space Typhoon, and a Chain Disappearance. Faye handed the cards to Bobbie. "Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards? Seriously?" Bobbie smiled, raising an eyebrow. "It's called a metaphor, got a better one? No? Then can it, I'm working with what I have here," Faye pointed to the cards. "See those cards. They represent fucks. You have five cards, ergo, you have five fucks to give, while I..." She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "...have none. Really, Bobbie, People stare at me all damn day. After a traumatic first few months I kind of got used to it. Now, I kind of like it... a little." That devilish grin again, it was starting to look more casual on that angelic face. Bobbie noticed. Ancient lizard memories rustled in the carrion black void. Robb. The first time he had seen unusual hair colors on girls, piercings in other than standard places. Heavy, dark makeup... Bobbie shook her head, trying to clear out the new old memories of what she used to be. And what it had led to. The memories creaked slightly, breaking the dam of things forgotten, allowing the two sets of memories to overlay each other like an old videotape. Images of some memory played over another, more recent one. The memories had a smell, one that stank gloriously of countless unhallowed centuries. She looked at 'Bobbie's' body, its sensuality was understated, but the features carried an unerring beauty that she'd never noticed or thought possible. A visual representation of beauty, perpetually trapped in the body of a game show hostess. She found herself staring at the person she had become. The person Faye is. A tingling spread through her body, Bobbie felt her nipples tighten. She looked into those wide, blue eyes. I'm fucking gorgeous! A light sheen of sweat appeared on her skin as she felt her cheeks get hot. She began to squirm in her seat, the need was coming back. Made worse this time by how easily she recognized that she was feeling the Jones. Again. Chapter 39 Faye couldn't quite explain it, but her craving for chocolate was an itch in her mind. It replaced the one she had on her back, before... She looked over, Bobbie trying in vain to scratch. "Easy, you're gonna make it worse. I'll get the lotion. I know that helps," She grabbed the lotion and started to rub it on Bobbie's back. The first touch elicited a moan. Looking at the rash for the first time, she noticed the dark lines converging in some places. The splotchy masses starting to join. Kind of a cool pattern, Faye mused. She noticed Bobbie rubbing her legs together absently, her breasts grinding slightly into the sofa's armrest. Thoughts of chocolate made her want cookies. "Bobbie, I think I know what you need." "Chocolate. I have some chips. I'm just gonna make some cookies." "You?" Bobbie said. "You aren't gonna point at me and scream are you?" Faye showed no recognition. "Pod people? Invasion of the oh, never mind," Bobbie gestured. Faye recognized her own 'piss off' gesture as she turned to the kitchen. The real world melted away. Equipment appeared in front of her... The flour packed the cup... The sugars and butter were dropped in cleanly, each exactly measured... The eggs were cracked, one handed. The shells cleanly delivering their contents, she threw the spent casings toward the trash can, where they flew in cleanly. Nothin' but net. The dough became unto its destiny, Faye's hands bringing everything together into a rough ball. Faye delighted as perfection moved its focus, like targets in an arcade shooting game. Each fading into the next, like pulling off a perfect combo with finishing move, Achievement unlocked: In the Dough. Before she knew it there were two dozen cookies. Some burned, but most were chewy and filled the biochemicals of passion that chocolate carried. Bobbie ate three at once. The flavors so intense, so fully realized. "Easy, killer. Remember that's still my body. Buying clothes is hard enough." "But it's soooooo good," Bobbie said, eyes closed. Bobbie could bring the house of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards that was her life crashing down, Faye decided that she couldn't let that happen. Faye refusing to leave the kitchen. "You were right. This is the best puzzle game I've ever played." "Certainly tastes like it," Bobbie agreed. "So, you think you can handle everything? This should be easy. Nick'll be in and out. And Rach... well. I don't know what you're gonna do about her," She brushed at her bangs. "Call Frankie," Bobbie said. "She'll take care of it. I am due for a trim. The card's in my purse." "Okay, but stop with the eating. You wanna wind up on a diet of vegetable juice?" Bobbie slowly backed away from the table. Faye called Shear Ecstasy. Booking the appointment was simple, there was a one day wait. She was sure she could wait that long. She sighed. "That's done," She hung up the phone. "Look, I get that done and you're fine. Just don't..." Bobbie dismissed Faye's line of inquiry. "I've seen this movie." She laughed. What the hell was happening here? "Look, there's no way I'm going anywhere other than the shoot. I'll stay right here," Bobbie pointed at the ground "Hair appointment and home. Heh, hair appointment. I do the dying myself, always have. Bobbie, I'm gonna rip Justice's eyes out if I see her. I swear." The expression on Faye's face was frightening, Bobbie was reminded of umpteen horror films. She had never worn or seen that face, nor saw the frosty fire within. She turned away. Bobbie raised a hand to shield herself. "Hey, Doctor Pretorious, look away." Faye wrinkled her face. "Speak fucking English. What are we doing for dinner? And why do I care?" *** Faye was making meatloaf, with minimal help from Bobbie, who was drinking Red Bull with a coffee chaser and screaming into a headset unintelligible syllables that could have been any one of a dozen languages. "Do you even know what you're saying?" Faye asked. "Well, yeah," Bobbie said. "Watch enough movies and you kind of figure it out. The insults and cuss words anyway. More than an average baka little gaijin boy would ever get anyway." "Bobbie, did you buy cheap spaghetti sauce?" Faye looked at the jar, she remembered seeing it at the store once, on the bottom shelf. Why am I even asking that question? "Yeah, it was for the meatloaf... why. YES, goodbye. OOOH! Reality, you're soaking in it," Bobbie was rotating the joystick and pressing alternating patterns of firing buttons and shoulder bumpers... and completely destroying challenger after challenger. Faye was forming the loaf and pouring the sauce over the lump of meat, watching the speckles of mierpoix disappear under the spreading red mass. Putting the dish in the oven she turned and looked at her...No, Bobbie's hands. She looked over into the living room. If Faye didn't know better she would think that Faye was out there. And Bobbie was in here. What was all the cooking all of a sudden? What can I do with potatoes? Faye shook her head violently. Faye's phone rang, Bobbie answered it, sticking the phone in her cleavage. "Yeah? Hey, Nick...No problem... yeah, meatloaf, I guess. Okay. See ya." Faye looked at Bobbie incredulously. "What the hell is that?" "Honestly," Bobbie said. "I wasn't sure it would work either. What good is all this cleavage if you can't put it to good use? It's almost like a third hand." "What did Nick want?" "Oh," Bobbie said. "He's coming back for dinner, then he's heading back to Taylor's," Looks like it's just us." *** Nick arrived and sat down his bag. Faye had plates ready and in the plate warmer. So that's what that drawer at the bottom is for. Meatloaf with Au Gratin potatoes and succotash. What the fuck is happening to me? "Hey, Faye." "Faye!" Faye felt weird screaming her name. Bobbie jumped, dislodging the forgotten cell phone. "Oh, right. Thanks, Bobbie. Looks great." Bobbie started eating, she saw something around Nick...The Darkness. She'd forgotten about it, what with suddenly having reality upended again, but Nick's seemed different somehow. Ribbons of violet, fuchsia, and green seemed to rotate and twist inside and through each other, like moebius strips within each other, writhing at perpendicular angles. Does Faye see it? "Alright. Hate to eat and run. Bobbie. My mom used to make meatloaf. It was awful. Brown gravy, and just...yuck. And those potatoes," Nick patted his stomach. He reached over and side hugged Faye. Her shocked expression turned to Bobbie, as he got up. Look, don't wait up. This might take a while. Some genius decided to try to put the wrong CPU and motherboard together." He left and started the Camaro. He was gone. Faye noticed Bobbie squirming in her seat, staring after Nick. "God, he needs to get laid." "Really, Doctor?" Faye looked at her. "He's shy, and fragile. That's why Rach and I give him so much shit." "You ever..." "No, you see that hug he gave me a minute ago? That's the sister hug. The same one I get... you know what I mean. He just has to follow his own road." Bobbie noticed that she couldn't stop thinking about Nick, she smelled detergent and milk. The odd combination combined with the odd behavior of his darkness made her lose some focus. She lost the last three fights quickly, unable to link combos. Faye attributed it to tiredness. Shit, Faye thought. Tomorrow's gonna be hell.