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Based in the Wild Cards world created by George RR Martin. He edited the books, that were written by a great many of his friends, making them into one story. I do not own the world, I simply cheated and put my characters in it because I love the Jumpers and the idea of an alien virus changing the world (alternate history/timeline). Should George or any of those writers see this (ya, right) I hope that they sees that I mean no disrespect and hope that they enjoys this if he ever (doubtful) reads this. Thanks again for the support. There was a part of me that really did not like the first draft of this. I wrote it in only a couple hours and edited in sprits over days, and rushed the end. I hope that this one ends a little better than the first version, but we will see. "What-?" Dan was not quite understanding the beautiful young woman that had come out of his house mate and best friend's room. The little brunette took a second to compose herself then she said- at a much slower and understandable speed- "I am Rick Turner." There was panic and fear written on her beautiful face that Dan did not think could be faked- at least not by any actor he had seen in person. Rick was twenty three last month, this woman- young lady could not have been nineteen, or close to it, though she was.... She had a couple obvious enhancements that made her look older, more worldly as his father would have said. Dan looked up and down the hall- four bedrooms, six guys lived in the house. He knew that Craig was home, but who was downstairs he did not know. Dan recalled seeing her the night before, but did not recall hearing a name or anything, he did recall seeing her and Rick head upstairs fairly early (thus why Dan had finished the BBQing). "Are- is this a joke?" Dan asked, then pushed (without touching her) past the five foot one inch tall female into Rick's room. His desk was clean, hamper overflowing, bed was a mess, the mirror above his dresser was cracked, the floor- aside from a woman's blouse and bra was pretty clean, and his computer was out- the web site that was open was for tracking stolen cell phones. The person he was looking for was not there. Dan noticed that Rick's boots were gone- not his sandals or running shoes and his jacket was missing- which with the weather was very odd. "Dan-? Man, you have to believe me- its me- Rick," she was all teared up, looking like she would have an emotional break any second. Five years ago Dan and Rick had met at the dorms. They had been dorm mates for three years, they knew each other well (probably to well) because of that time together. When Rick wanted to get a place outside of the dorms he used what savings he had built up to rent a house. He rented a room to Dan, and four others guys that were sick of the dorms and they knew. Dan and Rick each got their own room, the other four had to double up. "Dan- dude, I.... I think she was a Jumper," the young lady said, "I think she fucking Jumped me." "Is this a joke?" Dan asked again as he turned to look at her. Jumpers- about twenty years ago, had been the great fear of New York City. A group of youths that could steal people's bodies, use them for various crimes, sometimes leaving people in stranger's bodies. The chaos it created was still being felt decades after the last Jumper had supposedly been killed. The female that claimed to be Rick was dressed in jeans, short boots with low heels, and one of Rick's faded Metalica tee shirts. She was small, big breasted, cute, a long haired- brunette, she had a look in her eyes that Dan knew as Rick's type- ruffied. "Did you give her something?" She stepped back, her eyes bursting with tears- "No- I gave her a beer, we were talking than she brought me up here, and she drank.... She downed it all, and then..... then that was it- I don't remember anything until I woke up about thirty minutes ago feeling like shit." It had been just a few minutes ago when Dan had heard her- shocked noises, fear, but he had left her be until she had come out of the room and approached him. Dan considered her denial- why Ruffy someone that is going upstairs with you unless you are a total douche bag and not just a total douche bag, jack ass with a little dick and no control- or you are a Joker with no ability and all the desire to get a woman that looked like her. Which kind of covered them both. The only reason Dan did not say or do anything about Rick's drugging girls to have sex with was that..... once in a while Dan got a go at them too, it was not his proudest moments but he needed to get more than a hand job once in a while- hell even hookers were reluctant to have sex with him. Dan looked at himself in the cracked mirror over the dresser- fat, glasses, short beard (it was hard for him to shave the scared area, so he did not), disjointed looking, and with the short horns and half a scarred face- a Joker. He was, an introverted, ugly, scifi geek with no shot at ever getting a girl like the three he had fucked in the years sense he knew Rick. Rick was his bestfriend, his only real Nat friend (he knew lots of Nats but only one he thought of as his friend). Nats or Naturals like Rick were normal people, people unchanged by the alien virus that came to Earth in the late nineteen forties. Thousands were changed by the virus- turned into Jokers, malformed humans that had claws, or turned into pudding, or walrus like creature, every Joker was different. Aces were the lucky ones, people that got powers, could fly or control the wind or create things out of nothing, but they were few and far between. Most people that had their Card Turn were killed- it was called 'pulling the Black Queen,' and it was never pretty (so Dan had heard). "Dan-?" "Where did she come from? Who invited her?" Dan asked as he started working the thoughts of this through his head. They had had a little party last night- a BBQ, and to much to drink. Rick had wanted to throw a party for the end of the year, just the house mates and their girlfriends, but there were so many parties that would be coming up in the next week or so he decided to throw it early- the end of the week before finals. "She was with.... She came in with Craig's girlfriend- I think," the woman that claimed to be Rick said, "I saw her through the sliding glass door walk in with Candice." Dan was thinking about when he had seen her- this little female left Candice's side for the bathroom, but he did not know when he had seen her- immediately upon arrival or an hour after she got here. Rick saw her enter, and Dan saw her sometime after that leaving Candice's side and head for the bathroom. "Dan- I.... I gotta find her-" "Bad idea," Dan told her, then looked into her drugged beautiful green eyes, "she is off robbing a bank right now, killing and raping people, she will be back to Jump you, no- what you need to do is go to the police, file a report, tell them everything- well, skip the drug part, so that when she does return you have something to keep you out of prison." She looked even more terrified then before, the color went from her face- "you- you think-?" "If she came here with a plan to Jump you then she knows you, she knows what you have done, and she knew you would drug her- tell me this- did she take a drink of the beer downstairs?" She blinked a couple times, thinking, remembering, than slowly she shook her head- "I did not give her anything.... I- I think she took something- she was clearly- God that should have been my first clue something was wrong, no one that looks like this wants to have sex with me," she said looking at herself in the cracked mirror. The mirror was cracked with a central pattern, Dan had seen that kind of crack before, someone had punched the mirror and by the height of the center of the crack he could guess that it was this woman that had done it. "When we were on the stairs she took out a little bottle and.... I think she ruffied herself," she said as tears rolled down her cheeks. Dan nodded- "now I need proof- in your room is a book, in that book is a mathematical equation- tell me who wrote it. When it was written. And what the answer to it is. And," he smiled a little, "do it without looking." She stared up at him for nearly a minute then she looked about, pushing her hair back from her face, she saw a book shelf- "it's not a book- it's a magazine, and it's not in here- I.... you wrote it, I was studying Trig, freshmen year..... and I was stuck on this problem, working the hell out of it when you took one of my Playboys and wrote it across the page of my favorite lay out. When I got a B in that class you.... You took the magazine and put it in your collection." "The answer-?" "I don't remember- that was.... That was four years ago," the young lady said looking less afraid and more confident, "but you writing it there.... You saved me and got me that B." Dan took a breath and looked her over. "Please, Dan-" He held up his left hand to stop her pleading- "Dan- I know you know it's me," she said, on the very edge of tears again. "You understand that this is just to far-fetched to not test you?" Dan asked her. Reluctantly she nodded- "ya, I get it.... I guess, I get it- wha-?" she closed her eyes taking a breath, the movement of her breasts distracted Dan a moment. "I have a tattoo?" "No, you are a pussy," the girl snapped, then smiled a little at him, as though she was going to cry again. "You have a tattoo?" "Two- because I am a man," she said, which was just enough to make a tear run down her cheek. Both were the responses Dan had expected, comments that had been made over the years they had known each other. "I have how many siblings?" "Just your sister- Maddie," she said wiping her face, then looking at her hand and the tears on them. Dan was convinced that she was well versed, but he was sure this could all be faked- except for the acting job. "Last question- we were in the car driving back from where last year when you told me.... What-?" She was trying hard to remember. Dan was concentrating hard on the trip to ComiCon last year and the long drive home, all the conversations they had because the radio had died, turned out to be a fuse but neither of them thought of that. "Fuse for the radio burnt out.... Does that help?" "Fuse-?" She gathered her hair and pushed it back on her head- "we took no trips last year- we took a trip to the scifi convention.... Two years ago, we drove.... Fuse-?" "Testing to see if you were a telepath," Dan said, "you passed." She gave him a little smile- "thanks, Dan." "Come on," he said. They went downstairs without a word, outside to Dan's ten year old Toyota- a hand me down from his Mom. Dan unlocked the passenger's door with the key and opened it, the female that claimed to be Rick gave him an odd look as he held the door for her. The door closed Dan got into the driver's seat, using his left hand as he always did to buckle up. "My car is missing," she said. Dan noticed that too. She was looking at his right hand, he had only three fingers on that hand- that included his thumb because there was no way to tell the three apart, his fingers were all about six inches long and tipped with an inch and a half long claw. What was weird about his hand was that his palm was only the size of a dime, very odd looking and very frightening looking. Dan looked at her looking at it, thinking that Rick had once done that. He saw a chance for another test- "you have never asked-?" "I have asked- that first night, we were laying in the dark, you in your bed commenting on my gas. We have sense learned that Joker gas is far worse than Nat gas," she was looking at him, "I asked you a shit load of questions, and you answered them...." "I didn't mind- you have not said anything or done anything that led me to think you were holding my Joker against me, so...." "I saw a guy," she said, "I saw someone I knew was going to be my best friend, and it did not matter what you looked like to me, 'cause you..... you were a freak just like me." 'If this chick is not Rick I will eat my shoes,' Dan thought putting the car in gear and leaving the crib. "I am going to call you Rikki," Dan told the young lady, "because it's just.... Because I- ya, you are Rikki right now." She said nothing, belted into her seat and looked very small, very lost, and very alone. 'Rick always forgot his seatbelt until the car was moving,' Dan reflected. The first thing they did was drive to a lawyer's office. "Hello can I help you?" the receptionist asked with a little of an odd- 'what is this Joker doing in my office?' look. "Yes, my friend here has been Jumped, and I fear that his body is being used for something illegal and I would like to get some help establishing his identity before the Jumper does to much damage," Dan was doing well at meeting her gaze, "you know like crimes and stuff." The receptionist gave Dan a clipboard- "please fill this out." "I know this is short notice and all, but on this- we have very little time to get her.... His identity verified and locked in, can we.... Are we going to be able to see someone today?" Dan was trying hard to be charming, but scaly, burnt scarred face, clawed hand, and horns was not helping. Dan's horns were just about two inches long and came out of his head just above each eye, nearer to the temples then the center of his forehead. "I will talk to one of our attorneys but that paper work needs to be done," she said with a snooty yet professional tone. Dan nodded to her with a 'thank you,' kind of look. Dan took Rikki and the clipboard to the chairs and sitting her down- "focus on your writing, it's very important that you make your letters ledge able," he said to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered- "handwriting is key here, that is why we are here so I need you to write in front of witnesses in this office and leave paper here." She looked at him when he pulled back, then she nodded, understanding that Dan wanted to leave handwriting for handwriting analysis when this went to trial. With the paper work being filled out Dan searched on the other side of the office for a magazine for a moment- "excuse me, Ms- ahh, Allison," he read her name plate, "how long have you worked here?" "Two years," the receptionist answered, then looked at the two of them. She had things to do and went back to them. Dan smiled a little. Twenty minutes later Dan was shaking hands with John Briggs, a forty something year old, slightly overweight man with a look in his eyes that screamed- 'okay, let us see how I can help these people.' When John had seen Rikki he had widened his eyes a little. John had the look of someone that loved to debate and loved to talk, but also loved to listen to a good story. Dan introduced Rikki- "this is Richard Gregory Turner, normally he goes by Rick, but right now I am calling her Rikki." The look that John gave was one of- 'what the fuck?' "Hello," he smiled at Rikki as they shook hands, "you are quite beautiful," he complimented her. "Ahh-" Rikki was confused, lost and concerned. John's paralegal entered the room with a clipboard and no positive emotion. The young lady was between eighteen and twenty with fifty extra pounds of weight and short wiry hair. She handed Dan a clipboard with some papers on it. It was never a surprise to him when he saw a look of disgust in people's eyes, he was actually starting to get used to it and expect it. Dan noticed the looks that John was giving Rikki, it was a look that Rikki seemed to recognize, and had no idea how to interrupt; John was taken with Rikki's beauty. They sat at the large table and Dan said- "my friend was Jumped into this body last night or this morning." The word took John a moment to catch up to, before he said- "Jumped you say? Like the Rox thing in New York twenty five or twenty years ago?" "Like the whole Mistral thing," Dan said with an affirmative nod. An Ace by the name of Mistral had been Jumped early in the conflict at the Rox (aka Ellis Island). At the end of the conflict the Jumper in Mistral's body was threatened with death if she did not Jump into a sailor that had been in the water below. That sailor had done a Playboy spread, some modeling, and dated more than a few women, before the real Mistral had a court order and lawyers involved. Dan did not know about the real ending to that as Mistral had all but disappeared from public view in the decades sense. Slowly John's brain started working on that, catching up to the information- almost like he was recalling it from the library of his brain. Rikki was working on the paper work on the clip board, trying to get it all filled out. "Party yesterday, woman took Rick upstairs, we think she drugged herself and Jumped him. He woke this morning in that body," Dan said told John. "Jumped-? There have not been any Jumper reports in twenty plus years," John said, "and none here in California." "Yes, I understand, what we need is to establish Rick's identity, establish a time line, so if the Jumper killed someone in that body then goes out and rapes then tries to Jump back Rick does not end up in prison for the rest of his life," Dan said as Rikki worked on the papers, trying to look ever smaller, which was not hard for someone that was so small. John nodded, with a glance at Rick- "we can do that, but it's going to cost-" "Rick is a draftsmen, and I work at a pizza parlor, neither one of us has any real amount of money," Dan said. Rick looked up- "Continue to fill that out," Dan insisted with a tap of his talon on the clipboard. "This is going to be a costly and lengthy case-" "Okay- well, I- how about this, we see what we can come up with regarding some money, you keep her- his information, maybe take a statement and we get back to you in a couple days," Dan said with all the kindness he could. John looked at the two of them, then smiled at Dan, and laughed- "what did you say your degree was in?" "I have a Bachelors in Mathematics, minor in Computer Science. I was working on my teaching certificate and my Masters," Dan said all that then glanced over at Rikki who was still writing. "Alright, we can keep her writing here in our office, and Rikki can speak to Lynn here to establish a little conversation at nine fifty three this morning," he looked at the clock on the wall as he said it, "and I will call a friend of mine- a police Detective to see what we can do with them." "You have not been to the police yet?" "No, we were going to try to keep this out of the public view as long as we could," Dan said looking at Rikki then back at John, "I figured that a lawyer would be the best start." John nodded as he got up- "why don't we let these two talk." * It was closing on noon when Rick stopped talking. He had told Lynn nothing of the drugs and of drugging other girls but other than that they talked for nearly an hour, then the Detective came in and talked to him. Detective Gary Brown was a tall buff looking African American, a little thick about the waist, he wore a suit that was probably straight off the rack. Brown asked what Rick thought had to be close to a hundred questions but was actually about fifty- where were you born, parents names, grandparents, who was alive and who was dead in his family, health problems, and a whole lot about the woman he had been jumped into. In exchange Rick asked a few questions- how many Jumper incidents have there been in the last twenty years, and are there any out there in the world, and things like that. None of which Brown knew the answer to. When Brown asked the one question that Rick did not want to answer he lied- "did you put anything besides beer in the beer cup?" Rick was what the law would consider a serial rapist. It was not that he wanted to harm them, he liked women, he just wanted to have sex with them when they would not give him the time of day because he was short dicked, fumble mouthed, and not as handsome as he would have liked. Rick considered it a fact that women would look at good looking guys as potential mates before looking at the guy inside, he knew that because he had a few female friends and every one of them liked him but would not have sex with him. Six times he had used Ruffies to get into some girl's pants. The first time the woman had been a bitch to him, teasing him, making him think she was going to sleep with him then telling him the truth- she had used him for free drinks. He felt a little guilty about having sex with her, but felt slightly justified that he had paid a lot of money for her drinks and some chicken wings and.... The next one was more of an accident, she had asked for something for her headache. She had gotten into his jacket and took a pill from the wrong vial. He had almost not done it. The next morning she and he had sex again, but she said- "wow, I must have been really drunk last night," when she was looking at him then turned and left without another word. Brown asked more questions, some meant to establish his identity, and some meant to trip him up. "Cell phone?" "It's off- I already tried to call it," Rick said, it had actually been one of the first things he had done. Then he had tried to track it, but found the phone was off, so he set it up to track if it came on. He told Brown as much. The aged Detective seemed to think that the hot girl with the big tits was either the greatest actress he had ever seen or she was telling the truth. "I am going to ask for your prints," Brown said, extracting a small kit from the bag he carried, "and suggest that you go to the hospital, I will call ahead and set up the tests." Rick agreed that he would, he needed to know if his new body had AIDs, was pregnant, or something like that. (Why would a Jumper give him a healthy, young, sexy body, why not give him something old, feeble, and ugly as sin? It made no sense.) After Brown took his prints they talked a few more minutes but it was clearly over. Rick thanked him and Brown smiled, and said he would be in touch. Brown grabbed the door, giving Rick that smile that Rick found incredibly unnerving. In the receptionist area Rick found Dan. His friend- best friend reading a book on his smart phone. Dan was one of those guys that if he were a Nat he would be exactly like he was- a computer gamer guy with very little social skills though today he had really stepped up, taking the intuitive and tricking a lawyer, a paralegal, a receptionist, and a cop into being witnesses for him. Leaving his hand writing behind was a perfect example of his brilliance. Dan's card had turned when he was in his early teens. He had drawn a Joker- scaly, scarred face and half his body (the right side), an incredibly long hand made mostly of three fingers (thumb included) and a sharp talon on the end of each. And a foot that was really just long toes. Dan was pretty ugly. Dan seemed to accept his fate as a Joker pretty well, knowing that he was doomed to be alone so he made friends- mostly Jokers like Craig or Globe. When Dan got his car door for him, Rick rolled his eyes and sat down in the car, buckling the seat belt while Dan got into the driver's seat. The seatbelt cut into his breasts so he moved it a little, as a tear escaped his eyes. Being in a different body was kind of eye opening as to what his body was actually like- he had not been aware that he was losing hearing in his left ear, or that his vision was not all that clear in his right eye. Gradual loss of two of his senses had blinded him to the fact that it was happening. "You know you do not have to get my door for me," he told Dan. "Oh, ah- ya, sorry, just habit," Dan said giving a sideways glance at Rick's chest again. Rick leaned forward and pulled all his hair around and onto the left side of his chest so he was camouflaging her chest and getting the hair from behind helped him so he could sit more comfortably. "Where to-?" "Brown set up an appointment at the hospital for me, I guess I need to go do that," Rick said feeling very weird, fearful, and embarrassed. He was pretty sure that the Jumper had had sex with him. The one thing he could recall from last night was the feeling of pressure, like he had to take a dump, and something on top of his back, pounding into him, and beer breath. When he had woke he had to clean up his ass (which was sore). He had told no one about that, and surmise that when he got to the hospital they would discover what had been done to him. Rick felt incredibly violated and afraid, not knowing exactly what had been done to him was.... Unnerving. And thinking that he knew what had happened was shaking his foundation. "You should go," Dan told him. Rick gave a little nod of his head- "ya," was all he could think to say as he drifted deep down in to depression he started to shake then cry. * The hospital did not happen until after three, when Dan pushed him to get it done. It had taken Rick a couple hours to get out of the depression enough to do more than curl up into a little ball and cry. It took almost an hour for him to get in to see a doctor. She was kind of pretty, though Rick could not remember her name or the nurse's name. A physical exam was done, Rick kept his eyes closed for most of it, crying through all of it. He told them what had happened while he was there. Neither seemed to judge, but he felt they were. They took urine- he had to pee in a cup, he had never peed into a cup as a guy, so doing it as a female was really weird, and to top it off he really had to go. Blood was next, a couple vials, nothing seemed unusual about that. In the car headed back to the house Dan was quiet and Rick just cried, trying to imagine his life now as a big breasted woman. * It was after five when they got back to the house. Rick's stomach was grumbling and growling, he had not eaten at all sense getting into the woman's body and he had been in it for as long as twenty hours. "Hay," Jim greeted Dan and Rick, giving Rick a little extra smile and a lot more of a look, "are you a-" "Back off," Dan told him. Jim was a master of people, he seemed to be able to see through lies and knew what people meant even when it was not a hundred percent clear. Rick always felt the guy had some telepathic Duce power. A Duce power was something worthless, not a Joker or an Ace, more Nat in appearance, Duces could change the color of their skin, cause water to turn color, change the shade of clothes, even know a lie when it was presented, and so forth, nothing anyone thought of as really useful. Rick could feel their eyes on his swaying boobs and ass. He tried hard not to think about it and really hard to not burst into tears. Half way down the hall Craig stepped out of his room- "oh, ahh- hi," he said. Craig was fairly normal looking, a Joker, his family had come (some generations back) from the Mediterranean (Greek or Italian or.... Craig did not know). He was lean, fair looking, dark hair and eyes. His tail was prehensile and about six feet in length, normally he kept it out of sight but wearing shorts and a tank top it was hard to hide. Rick was pretty sure that Craig could see through the end of his tail, as he was often moving it around women, and seldom did he seem surprised by the appearance of anyone. Rick wondered how that worked when Craig was using it to satisfy Candice, could he see the inside of her vaginal area? He suddenly did not want to know. "Ahh- are you looking for someone?" "Candice- she brought me here?" "Ahh- Candice-? Oh, ya, ahh- Candice," Craig was staring and startled at the mentioning of his beloved girlfriend. "Ya, Candice, your girlfriend, ya, she brought me last night, I wanted you to call her," Rick told him, then something occurred to him- "unless you know my name?" "Ahh- sorry, I am.... I have no idea-" Rick followed his gaze down to the breasts on his chest- "they are tits you twaddle!" Craig stepped back at the snap- "wait- last night? Candice rode with me. She was talking on the phone in the car so I left her there, she came in later." 'She walked in with Candice and made it look like they came together,' Rick realized. "Call her and let me talk to her," Rick said. "Who are you-?" Rick looked down then grabbed his shirt and raised it as he pressed his chest fore ward. Craig's eyes about popped out of his head. "Can you please call your girlfriend and let me talk to her?" Craig grabbed his phone from his pocket still staring. Rick compressed the tits on his chest with his forearms, smiling a big fake smile all the while. Rick only lowered his shirt when Craig handed him the phone. "Hi Craig, what's up?" Candice said with a smile, or at least she sounded like it. "Hi, Candice, we met last night, coming into Rick's party at the same time. You remember me?" Rick said, then added, "brunette, white blouse- lots of cleavage...." There was a long pause on the other end of the phone- "ah... you came in wi- oh, the brunette- ya, it was.... Gloria- right?" "Is that what I told you my name was?" Rick asked noticing the way that Craig was watching him and the way his tail was moving- it was unsettling. Craig's tail was behind Rick so Rick turned and stepped away from it. 'Gloria- great, Gloria was the girl from Junior High that saw my dick in the locker room and told everyone about it, now I am stuck with that fucking name. Perfect reminder,' Rick thought as he looked at Craig- who had taken the hint. "Ya- what is this?" Candice was confused, "and why are you on Craig's phone." "I asked him to call you. You have a great boyfriend. Did you see me come with anyone? Get out of a car or- anything like that?" "There was a car, waited on the curb- a new car, there was a man- an older guy driving-" "Color-? Make-?" "Dark- do you not know who you came with?" Candice asked sounding like she was tiring of this game as well as sounding concerned with the woman she was talking to. "Come over to Rick's and I will tell you in an hour," Rick said then handed Craig the phone back, "thanks." * While Rick was upstairs doing whatever, Dan was down stairs talking to the guys, asking them to call their girlfriends to the house. There was a bit of an emergency and he needed help. Rick and he had not talked about it much more then- "we need to have a house meeting," and that was about it. Questions were asked but Dan only said- "we don't want to explain it ten times, please, just get your ladies here." While he did that he heated up some of the chicken from the night before put some cole slaw in a bowl and set it on the table for Rick along with a damp towel. * Rick did not ask, he saw the food and saw that Dan was behind it and sat down to eat. A couple of the guys were watching him- Jim talked to him again, but gave up and went back to his video game, while Ken watched him from afar, and Dale tried to strike up a conversation with him. Candice came in as Dale was about to leave- "Dude- wait," Dan called to him. It appeared to Rick that Dan had already called a house meeting as they had discussed. Dale paused then stepped back into the room to listen as Rick stood up, wiping his mouth and hands with the damp towel he dropped it on the table for disposal later. Candice stepped up to Craig's side, taking his hand. "I need you all to think back last night, at everything you saw me do," Rick gestured to himself, "I need every step." "What is this-?" Jim asked. "Just answer her," Dan said then noticed Rick was waiting for him. "Did anyone see me arrive?" "A dark car arrived on the curb while I was on the phone," Candice said, "sat there a couple minutes then the girl kissed the driver- a quick peck on the cheek or lips or.... Then you walked in with me. I asked who you were you said your name was Gloria and you were here to see Rick." "Was I carrying anything?" Rick asked. "No, well a pair of sunglasses on your head," she said then added, "and a cell phone." "Anyone else see that? Anything before?" Dan asked looking at them all. "I saw you come in," Ken said, "but I don't remember the cell phone." Ken was a fairly sizeable dark skinned African American, in fair shape he was friendly and working on his ever changing technical degree. "Where did I go?" Rick asked, "after I came in, I mean." "Into the bathroom, but you came right out. Put your glasses over on the mantel and went out back," Ken answered, looking between Dan and Rick. Rick had long suspected Ken of being a little light in the loafers, but Rick could really care less, the guy was kind and easy to get along with who cared if he was gay? Rick didn't, he thought the guy was pretty cool. Rick looked at the glasses that were still sat on the mantel. He walked over to them, picked them up and looked them over. They had fat arms and fat frames and right in on the bridge was a small little glass dot. Dan saw the look on his face and came over to look. Rick turned the glasses so he was looking right into them- "call Dan's phone right now you evil fuck," he said into the camera. Everyone in the living room was looking at him oddly. Craig's tail was snaking around- Candice punched his shoulder- "stop it," she whispered to him. He snaked his tail up her leg and up into her skirt. She elbowed him once, whatever he was doing he stopped doing but kept his tail snaked up her leg. Dan sensed what Rick was going to do next and took the glasses- he had no idea what he could do with them but he knew he could save them as evidence. He took the glasses upstairs very quickly and slipped them into his Faraday Cage- after he had removed his computer. The Faraday Cage would keep the glasses from transmitting until he figured them out. Everyone waited for Dan to reappear before they continued. "After that- what happened?" Rick asked them. "You were in back," Jim said from his spot on the lounge chair, his game controller forgotten in his hand with the game paused as it was. "I started talking to you, but you said something like- 'I am here for Rick, not you,'" he tilted his head a little to the side, watching her, "then you went over to Rick and talked to him." "After that-?" "He got you a beer, and you guys went upstairs a while later," he replied, "you would have to ask Rick what that conversation was about, but I think you already know- don't you, Rick?" Rick was now standing in the center of his friends. "I am Rick- and I was Jumped last night, drugged- I think, and when I woke I was like this." "Wha-?" "No fuckin' way!" "Holy shit-?" "Fuck man, that would suck to be a hot chick-" Candice elbowed her boyfriend. "Where did my body go?" "Left this morning," Ken said, "I was in the kitchen, you told me bye. The way you said it I thought.... It sounded weird, not like you." "And I took my car?" "Obviously- it's gone," Dale said glancing at the front window. "Why would someone target you?" Jim asked. Dan and Rick looked at each other. "If you think of anything that might help, let us know- I will be taking care of the bills," Dan said looking everyone over, "thanks-" "You two know why this is happening, and I want to know," Candice said giving them both a look. Craig removed his tail from her leg and headed to the kitchen. "We have an idea, and it's better for you if you not know," Dan told them. "Do me a favor- don't spread this around, I know people will find out, I have to tell people but just... no pictures of me and..... stay off social media with it," Rick said to them all, "personal favor to me." They all gave some kind of affirmative gesture or comment. Candice stepped up to Rick as the meeting broke up. Dale left for work. Jim dropped his controller on the couch and went to talk to Dan about the glasses then the two of them went to search the bathroom. "Rick- you have to wear a bra," Candice said, "do you have one?" Rick nodded a little- "upstairs." With Craig prepping some food for her. Candice went upstairs with Rick, to show him how to put on a bra. She picked up the bra off the floor, straightening it out from the tangle the Rick had put in it when he had thrown it in a childish fit. "Take off your shirt," she said. Rick hesitated then took the shirt off, he felt the rise and fall and the bounce of his breasts, it was really weird, but walking around all day he had no bra so he was aware of the movement of his breasts and the taking off of an oversized shirt bothered him less than the bounce of his breasts this morning. Candice looked him over- naked from the waist up standing in the middle of his bedroom. "At least you are younger, and prettier," she said, "and... I guess you have something to play with now." "Better shape too," Rick tensed his belly showing a slight six pack, "someone worked on this body, someone is missing it." Candice nodded a little, then helped him get the straps over his shoulders and helped him hook it. "Just move the bra around a little-" Rick knew what she meant but looked at her like he didn't. Candice reached up and adjusted the bra, feeling his breasts as she did. Rick smiled at her, hoping a little bit that she would continue, but Candice saw what he was doing and lowered her hands. "Not funny," she said. "Think I'll have a better chance with the ladies in this body?" "Better chance with guys if you swing that way," she told him. Without a doubt Candice was the prettiest girlfriend of the housemates- though not even close to Gloria's level of appearance. She was constantly in knee length skirts, and today she was wearing a button up blouse and ankle high boots with three inch heels. Candice's hair was naturally blonde but she dyed it to have a little brownish red in it, and used blue contacts to make her blue eyes even bluer. Her ass was a little wide, and her belly could have used some work but all in all she was pretty. "And you are really-" "I showed Craig my tits to make him call you," Rick blurted out, "I wasn't going to say anything, don't blame him, I was.... I was frustrated and I did not want to have to explain myself again." Candice slowly nodded- "thank you for telling me that." "You are great for him, don't punish him," Rick asked her, "I only told you because.... Because of why this is happening to me. I don't want to.... I don't want to be a prick to you. I was the asshole, he just did what guys do when they see a pair of tits." Slowly Candice nodded- "life is going to get rough in a few days. I think you might want to keep those tied up, you start showing them around and people might get the wrong idea." It was Rick's turn to nod slowly. "What did you do?" Candice was clearly thinking they had a moment where she could learn something. Rick shook his head, tears running from his eyes- "I can't say. Just..... don't ask me. Please, don't ask." Candice nodded, feeling that if she knew what Rick had done she would hate him, and because she felt like that she wanted to slap the girl in front of her in the face. Would that help Rick now? She knew it would not, she also knew that Rick was in a hell that would not change with her slap. He was.... For the most part a nice guy, a little creepy at times, but a good person. They talked a little, Candice told him how to do things he did not understand and helped him get his mind around the idea of dealing with periods. All the while Candice braided Rick's hair, using cotton string to tie it off. "Are you going to cut this?" Candice asked using a second piece of string to tie Rick's hair. "I was hoping to get my body back before that became necessary," he said looking at the mirror that he had punched during his fit of fear and rage. It had hurt his hand, but not all that much. Candice looked at him in the same mirror- "I think, Rick, you should run. Disappear, go far away, and never look back. Because if that Jumper comes back, you are not getting your body and if you do.... You are not going to want it back. And if he does come back without it..... Dan is going to have a better chance of getting laid then you." There was a lot of reasons to have his body back, first it was his and he liked it, second he had history and he would not have to explain why he was a woman, there were other reasons but he was only considering those two as he sat there thinking. "Rick-?" "I just want to be me," he whimpered. * Dan and Jim were elbow deep into the taking apart what looked like a smart phone. They were talking at nearly a whisper about what they were seeing on the computer they had it plugged into as they poked at it with instruments. Rick realized he should be helping them but he just did not have the desire to help, he wanted nothing more than to curl up on his bed and die slowly and silently. "I need to study, I have finals this next week, you should study too, or better yet prepare to talk to the faculty about your predicament," Candice suggested as they got to the bottom of the stairs. Rick nodded, scratching his eye brow. "You have any ideas what I should say?" "Talk to your department head and explain your situation, it would be a shame to lose everything when you have come so close," she told him. Rick nodded his thanks to her, she kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she said then turned to Craig who was in the kitchen waiting, most of his dinner eaten, he uncovered her plate when he saw her approaching. Candice went to him and started talking to him, instantly he started defending himself and glancing at Rick. It was growing late and Rick was tired like he had never been, so he went back upstairs took off his boots, jeans, and shirt the laid down, he was instantly asleep. * Rick woke not knowing why he was awake, then he heard Dan tapping on the door- "Rick-?" Awake in the darkness Rick got up and opened the door- "ya-?" It was in that moment that Rick realized he was in a woman's body, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties. Dan stood there looking him over from head to toe. "I..... I need to search your bedroom for bugs, I- the thing that Candice said was a cell phone was a burst transmitter, it stored three minutes of audio, burst it out while it was storing up more data. Anyway, it.... There is an audio files- it got c-" Clearly Dan was distracted by Rick's new body in so little clothing. Rick stepped back and went over to his bed, picked up his pants and pulled them on- "I need to get some new clothes, could you take me to the store?" As he looked for the bug Dan said- "sure." Rick found the shirt that Gloria had worn. He took a deep breath, then straightened it and put it on. It more than displayed the breasts on his chest making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Trying not to watch his friend Dan continued to search, it took him only minutes to find it- hidden behind Rick's bed was a wall socket, connected to the socket was a small device with a wire running under the bed. He disconnected it and gathered the wire up- "these devices are handmade, someone went through some trouble to make them." "The transmitter was plugged into a socket we have under our sink, this thing was here-" "It's not still-?" "No, g'ahh man, no," Dan was trying not to look at his friend like he was looking, "goddam, you are so pretty." "Ya, whatever- can I get that ride?" Dan smiled a little- "In your dreams buddy," Rick snapped at him. "I mean to the store to get clothes, and.... I don't have any money." Dan seemed to understand that and nodded. Rick pulled his lap top out of its Faraday Cage, looking at the display on the side. There were three failed attempts to open the box the night of the Jump- he had not thought to check the time index on the system. He opened his computer and used another password to get in then checked the status of his cell phone- it was still off. He had a half dozen emails, he ignored them and sent a message to his instructors- "emergency regarding my health, I need to meet with each of my instructors before finals. You will understand when we meet." A few minutes later Dan appeared with an egg burrito, a sprinkling of cheese, and some meat. It was considerably smaller than the one he normal ate. The computer locked away Rick went downstairs with Dan. The others were there studying, a few heads came up as they came down the stairs then all of them came up just to look at Rick. * "Seriously, man?" Rick looked at the clothes he had collected- "seriously," he replied, "I have no idea what I am doing, and I am not dressing all sexy. I hate this body, and I want out of it." Dan put his hand on Rick's shoulder- "doing what I can to help you out." "I know," Rick said then looked around the store. There were a few people within sight, but none close enough. "I think you need to go-" "Because that bitch could come and Jump me into something worse?" Dan asked then chuckled, "I don't want to be a woman either but I would prefer that to this. A Nat does not have people pulling away, commenting on how ugly you are behind your back. Maybe.... Maybe my parents would be able to hug me again, or my sister would smile when she saw me." Rick gave a little nod, turning to face his friend he did the only thing he could think to do to share what he felt- he hugged him. "Can I grab your ass?" Dan asked as a joke. "No," Rick said with a little chuckle then he stepped back, embarrassed that he had got all affectionate on his friend. Rick picked out a half dozen tee shirts, tried on two pairs of jeans and picked three, tried on a half dozen cheaply made shoes and bought a pair of running shoes, socks, panties and a bra. Dan grabbed him a hat and a pair of sunglasses for Rick because it was hot and the sun was shining in northern California. "Hay, wait a second," Dan gestured him towards a display. A sales women was looking at Dan and Rick, her thoughts, Rick could see where close to- 'ugly Joker, they should put all of them on an island somewhere.' "Is there a problem?" Rick asked her. The woman said nothing, acting as though she had not heard or seen, she simply walked away. "Not that important," Dan said with a dismissive gesture. Rick looked after the woman, wanting to call her a name but he dare not, and besides it would do nothing. "What did you want to show me?" Rick asked. "Long hair, this is an Alice Band, and there are hair bands-" Rick looked the display over and grabbed a packet of thin plastic Alice Bands, and tossed it into the cart that Dan was pushing for him. A few minutes later they were standing in line at the check stand, the cashier eye balling Dan, almost completely ignoring Rick. "How are you today?" Rick asked the guy as he tapped on the check stand with his polished short by women's standards nails. "Fine- yourself?" he responded looking at Rick's breasts then at his face. "Please don't look at my friend like that," Rick told him, "he is a really good person. He won't say anything to you." Luke nodded to Rick- "sorry, just not use to seeing Jokers in Chico," he said. "Only a half dozen in the area," Dan told him, sliding his card through the machine. Luke said nothing further about Dan, he looked the two of them over, seemingly wondering what a Joker had that he did not and how could a Joker get such a beautiful woman. Rick smiled at a thought he had, but he decided against it- telling the cashier that Dan had a big dick and a great mouth and he knew how to use both, nah, it was petty and he did not want to get people thinking that he and Dan were an item..... just in case it became public knowledge that he was actually a dude in a woman's body. Dan carried the bags, going from the air conditioned store to the outside was a slap in the face. "You owe me big," Dan said checking his phone for the third time sense Rick had left the changing room. "Wow you are one ugly motherfucker," a guy walking past them snipped at Dan. "Hot girlfriend though," the guy's buddy said looking Rick over. They kept walking- "Hay freak-" Rick turn and looked at them- "shut the fuck up!" "Letting your girlfriend do your fighting for you?" the taller of the two snapped. "Rikki- don't, it's not worth it. This gets violent, I have a deadly weapon I could go to prison," Dan said pulling at Rick's arm, "come on." Rick snarled at them- "cock sucking bitch," Rick snapped at them. The tall one did not like being called a sock sucker and stepped towards Rick- "No! She did not mean it, come on Rikki, we have to go," Dan wrapped and arm around Rick's waist and pulled, or carried Rick out of there. "Better run, you little cunt!" "What is the matter with you? I get in a fight and I cut someone with my talons, that is assault with a deadly weapon, that is serious time and I would not do well in prison. You know how much people hate Jokers-" Rick felt enraged. "Come on, man, just chill," Dan told him, "Calm down. It's no big deal, Jokers have been dealing with this for almost seventy years." * Back at the house, Rick had simmered down. He carried the bags inside without saying much. They guys were all studying or working. "Hay, Rick- you okay?" "Ya, Dale, just.... Fuckin' pisses me off, prejudice people," Rick gave his head a little shake. "Me too," Dale said giving him a little sideways look. Rick shook his head- "Like the head band thing, looks nice-" "Ya, thanks- thinking of shaving my head I keep this body much longer," he said going into the connected garage through the kitchen. When you have six guys living in a house, the laundry machine is always full and always forgotten, so Rick emptied out the dryer onto the table they used as a catch all then he moved the clothes from the washer into the dryer, started it and started pealing tags. Dan came in to check on him- "you okay?" "Ya- no, can you get a load started I need to go drop one," Rick said then hurried past into the house and upstairs to use the bathroom up there. It was weirder sitting on the toilet taking a dump as a woman then he recalled doing it as a man. He could not pin down why but it felt different, to say nothing for the fact that his ass still hurt. He was really still upset about that, but what could he say? He could find the Jumper and bitch them out for doing what he had done, ya, that would get him nowhere. Rick cleaned up, washed his hands watching the beautiful woman in the mirror over the sink, wondering if he would ever be a man again, or if he would ever..... no, he would be what he would be. "You presentable?" Dan asked through the door. "Ya," Rick reached over and unlocked the door, then ran some water over his hands and rubbed the wet hands on his face. Dan was standing there in the doorway looking at him. "I feel like I am dragging you around a lot more then-" "Dan- thank you," Rick said looking at him, "not sure if I would be here right now if not for you. You are a good friend. No, you are a better friend than I have ever been to you." "Nah, you are an awesome friend. Its things like these that test friendship, and I plan on passing this test with a strong A," Dan said with a good smile that said he was joking and being serious at the same time. "Dan," Rick said then exposed his chest when Dan looked. The two of them started laughing. Dan stepped up to him and took her into his arms- "if you weren't a dude I would banging you like a drum against that wall right now." Rick held onto his friend's arms, wishing he was taller because he felt like he was being dwarfed. "If I was really a woman I would fuck you so hard your father would feel it," Rick told him, which made him laugh a little. A second later Rick felt Dan's hand on his but- "stop that." "B+ is a good grade," Dan said then backed up, but he kept his hand on Rick's ass until Rick stepped away. * That night Rick sat on his bed wearing a pair of his new underwear, and one of his tee shirts, thinking about his life and where he was with it and what he was going to do next. Dan had told him that the transmitter was bouncing the messages from one IP address to another all over the world. He doubted that they could be tracked by anyone short of the NSA. The bug was homemade. The glasses were the only thing that could be traced, but Dan knew no one that could, and a censes of the house said that they had no one that knew anyone that could. After dinner Rick had said he was going to study but instead he sat staring at emails from friends and family, wondering how he would tell his parents that he had been raping girls and a Jumper exacted some justice on him by putting him into the body of a really hot looking girl. What was he going to do? He wondered as he took the braids out of his hair. He was stuck, he was a woman, his degree would go into limbo, and his past education was in the shitter because he could not prove to anyone of authority that he was Rick without a whole bunch of lawyers. Another deep breath. He got up, sat on the floor and started doing crunches, butterfly kicks, and anything else that he could think of to work his core. It was thirty minutes of solid, hard work before he was feeling the burn. He went back through the exercises again. A little sweet trickled down his brow. He could work more but he did not really want to get into that. He- in his body was in not so great of shape, he worked out but he had bad nutritional habits. Rick got naked as he turned to the broken mirror, standing there watching himself standing and turn and pose all sexy like. He lowered his gaze, then took another breath, he whipped his hair over his head and flipped it around then watched himself posing for the cracked mirror as he watched himself posing, trying to look like the women from his favorite magazines. The idea suddenly made him feel sick, he backed up and let out a breath. Grabbed one of his towels, and headed for the shower. He just wanted to wash his hair and get the sticky funk off his skin but what he ended up doing was something different. Rick washed his hair, conditioned it, then using the communal body wash he lathered up, feeling his new body like he never had. Very quickly he was feeling the need to explore a little more, and a little more in depth. One finger on his cliterous brought him to his first orgasm, then two fingers into his pussy and his thumb rubbing at his clit her was wondering how more women did not get down and dirty more often. "Oh, motherfuck," Rick muttered, his forehead on his forearm, his forearm on the wall wanting more but thinking better of it. He dried off and wrapped up in his towel then went into his room without anyone bothering him. Candice was whimpering in the other room, but there was little or no movement on the bed, so Rick surmised that Craig had his tail stuffed up inside her. The thought of Craig doing that to Rick made him sit down and really start thinking about his life. * Candice woke him at about nine with a knocking on the door- "come on, Rick, they have something to show you." Rick got up, stopping short of the door to take a look at himself- panties, a tee shirt, and nothing else. "Come in, Candice," Rick called her as he went to the basket of clothes that he had brought up. Candice entered as Rick took off his shirt- "not shy about sharing those things I see." "Want to play with them?" Rick asked in more of a joking tone then anything. "Ahh- no," she was not interested. "So what did I need to see," he asked. Candice grabbed Craig's tail- "quit it- she's not dressed, I will get her now go." Candice closed the door- "g'ahh, I hate that thing sometimes." "Not last night though," Rick said. "No, not last night," Candice said after a second of thought. Rick struggled a little with the bra he had found, changed panties, than pulled on a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt while Candice talked. "They found something in the software of the transmitter. It was handmade but the software was off the shelf and modified. They found an IP address where it downloaded a couple of updates, so that means we might know where she was," Candice smiled. Rick gave her a look, then a smile- "thanks." Downstairs Dan, Ken, and Jim were looking over a computer screen. "It has to be that house," Dan said as Rick stepped off the stairs. "If you have an address I am going-" "No," Jim snapped the lid on the computer shut. "No one is going there, we can tell the police and let them handle it," Dan said. "Police-? What the hell-? Sending them there to get their bodies swapped around-" Ken stopped speaking when he saw Rick's face. "I am going alone, I can get my body back and make all of this right, and no one has to lose their bodies," Rick told them all, "now give me the address." "You are not going alone," Dan told him. "It won't matter, she is going to Jump me, into a Joker or a Nat or into myself, I just don't want anyone else hunt," Rick said opening the computer, "now, please, give me the address." * "You are an idiot," Rick told Dan. "Takes one to know one, right?" Rick had to nod at that. They pulled up to the house. Rick's car was parked just off the grass in front of the house. Together they got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Rick knocked. "Lori!" a man called from across the street. When Rick turned to look the guy from across the street was waving at him. Rick waved back- "get in the car and wait for me." Dan walked Rick as far as the car then Rick moved across the street. "Hay," Rick smiled at the guy, "how have you been?" "Good. I thought you moved out?" The guy was in his mid thirties, in fair shape, taller than Rick by a foot, he was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt with a hat on. "Ya, well you know how it is- forget stuff," Rick said, "anyone in there yet?" "Nah, just been a day sense Jeff left," the guy said giving Rick a once over, "his sister showed up the day after you left, not sure I would say they were brother and sister- they did not look anything alike, and I saw them kissing." "They are pretty close," Rick said with a smile, his ankles crossed, his fingers stuffed into his back pockets, "was it his blonde haired sister?" Rick wiggled back and forth a bit. The guy was taking the bait, watching, getting distracted. "Ya- six inches taller then you, slim, acted a lot like you in the way she sunbathed and drank tea, and.... she even knew my name," he was clearly thinking about something other than what he was talking about. "I told her about you," Rick tried to put him at ease, "and we laid together in the sun all the time. Did they say where they were going? I mean, I thought we were meeting up at one place....." "Oh, ahh, ya, the- it was in Redding, an apartment," he said looking curiously at Rick, "did they ditch you?" "No, I was going to do one thing and they were going to get us settled but then things did not pan out and I was coming back early, and they are not answering their phones then I washed mine and its dead, and my numbers were all stored in it then- well you know?" "Ahh- ahh, ya, ahh- Cindy washed her's a couple months ago... it was-" Rick smiled at him a little- "so where was it in Redding?" "Off Cypress, I think- I don't remember the address- so.... Ah, you.... You want that spare key back?" "Oh, spare key? Ya, the- ah, what's his name? Ya, he wanted it back," Rick said. The guy excused himself- went back inside. Rick looked at Dan who gave him a gesture that Rick did not understand, then Rick was back at the front door, smiling as the nameless neighbor came out- "ya, here you go, sorry, Jeff must have forgot." "I know I did," Rick said then waved- "thanks, and we'll catch up some time." "The forth is just around the corner," the guy smiled at him. Rick hurried back to the house, Dan was a few seconds behind him. The house was clean, and ready for habitation. They searched it then went out to his car after locking the door. "You were flirting with that guy?" Dan said as they walked across the lawn to Rick's car. "Distracting him," Rick said looking into the back of his car he saw a couple boxes. "They left you something," Dan said. * Back at the house Rick cleaned out the boxes, looking at clothes and more clothes. Winter, and summer, and things he would never think about wearing or want to wear. He sat on the edge of his bed looking at the clothes on top of one of the boxes- wondering why-? Why would a Jumper target him? Yes, it was about what he had done in the past, yes he had raped a girl and that girl had become close to the Jumper and the Jumper was pissed, but why- why Jump him into a hottie? Why not jump him into a Joker? It made no sense to him. Why leave his car out where he could find it? Why leave the keys locked inside? What was up with the clothes? Frankly, he was just glad that he had locked his keys in his car enough times to give Dan a key to his car, made his life easier that way. From one box he took his phone, and turned it on. Within a minute he had his phone powered up, there were all kinds of texts and phone calls, three messages. "Rick when you get this call me," a man said. Rick repeated the massage twice trying to recognize the voice then he had Dan listen- "It's you, dude, that is your voice," Dan told him which made everyone look at him, taking the phone from Rick Dan plugged in a recorder and offered the phone back. Rick used caller ID to call the number back. "Rick! Hay, good to hear from you," a woman said with all smiles and happy to hear him, "how are you?" "I could be better. Where is my body?" Rick was walking, pacing, thinking, the world seemed silent enough to drop a pin, and everyone in the house was waiting. "Sold it," she answered, "sorry. Old Rich people will pay a lot of coin for a healthy young body." "You asshole-" "Rick.... Let us not get further off on the wrong foot." "Let me tell you a tail- six months ago I was going through a little town, I was talking to this girl who had gone to Chico State for a year. She went to a party. A geeky ugly guy with no moves started hitting on her. She felt weird and woke up the next day with these weird memories of a guy and another guy- the second guy had a burnt face, and a claw for a hand," the woman said it in such a nice and kind tone. "She was having some serious issues with what happened to her- nightmares, shaking, and... problems," the woman continued, "I offered to help her. She did not want my help, she wanted to move on. I pushed a little to hard, because I liked her- you know what I mean, by liked her?" "Ya." "She went into a deep depression, Rick," she said, "her family had her committed." "Rick.... She is not doing well," the woman told him. "So you stole some girl's body and put me in it-" "Bought it- she was a suicide, that girl you are in, tried to kill herself many times, I gave her family a bunch of money, and Jumped her into a body and let her die," she explained, "two months I worked that body, got new boobs, worked out four days a week, dropped forty pounds. Some of my best work in that body. Then I gave it to you, Rick, and one day I am going to show up where you are, I am going to slip a pill in your drink and I am going to rape you five different ways, so you wake up covered in cum. And when you wake up, you are going to have these haunting memories, these feelings that something horrible happened to you. You are not going to sleep, you are going to cry, and every day you are going to wonder when I am coming back." "So this is revenge?" "Justice," she said, sounding vicious and mean, "right now, I am working on a body for Dan. You understand me?" "Leave him alone-" "He could have stopped you, he could have said no, but he didn't, instead he