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Fantasy Football by FLA527 Part One "3 ... 48, 3 ... 48" Mitch barked out the signals as he looked over Tech's defense. Looking to his left, he saw just what he was looking for. "HUT ... HUT" As Jimmy Sams snapped him the ball, Mitch faked the hand-off to Mo Ellington and tucked it in his belly. Then quickly he looked to the right for a split second. Now the clock in his head was ticking, he was at three when he turned and saw Robinson accelerating and Mitch wound up and let loose of a bomb. And he smiled as he saw his speedy receiver blow past the Tech corner back, just like he knew he would. A second later, the ball dropped over Devon Robinson's shoulder and he took off. Mitch knew he would not be caught, glancing back to the sideline and seeing that the line of scrimmage was their own 32-yard line he smiled. This would be his fifth 50 plus yard TD pass this year. As he ran to the sidelines, high fiveing his teammates and accepting their congratulations, he caught sight of the cheerleaders. And he felt that pleasing stirring in his groin. However, then it was blunted by a disturbing thought and he quickly turned his attention back to his teammates. As he reached the sideline, he looked up to the scoreboard. It showed 2 minutes and 13 seconds left in the game. And since they were now up 31 to 14, he finally relaxed knowing the game was in hand. After the game and obligatory interviews and meetings, Mitch and his buddies headed back to the Frat House for the post game celebration. As he entered the house, a cheer went up and Sams handed him a beer. "Great game man! As usual! You need to get a move-on we're way ahead of you!" Mitch just grinned as he accepted the brew and laughed as he watched as his offensive lineman turned and stumbled his way back into the crowd. At 6 5 Mitch was easily able to survey his 'kingdom" and was pleased to see his subjects enjoying themselves. Being the All Conference starting quarterback on the team placed additional burdens on him that his teammates didn't have to deal with. It had been a good year so far. Almost half way through the season State was 5 and O. And he personally, was having a really good year as well. He had already thrown for over 19 hundred yards and 11 TDs. Add to that he had run for three more touchdowns. And while they had a couple of tough games ahead, he was feeling good about his chances of being drafted high in the NFL. Mitch Branson was a Redshirt Junior at San Diego State University and while it wasn't a big named college, for the second year in a row he was dominating. If they kept it up, they might be able to run the table and make it to a New Year's Day Bowl game. They had already been hearing some buzz on ESPN and the national shows. Turning, he saw the pleasing sight of Melissa Campbell moving his way and he smiled lasciviously. If he was the King of the school, she quite probably was the Queen. At 5 foot 9, with long golden blonde hair, big beautiful blue eyes and a body that put Miss America to shame, Melissa was beauty personified and she knew it! Mel was a classic Southern California babe. With the combination of her height, golden blonde hair, ample endowments and charming personality, she fit nicely into the role of Queen of the Greek system. Together, they ruled the school, or at least the Greek "Kingdom!" While Mitch didn't hold any official titles in the Frat, due to his status as the star jock, he was definitely the B M O C. "Honey, you played great again today! Keep it up and you'll be starting for the Chargers next year." Mitch, just smiled at the comment. Melissa knew just enough about football to be dangerous. However, she was really clueless about the game. She did not know that Phillip Rivers was having an All Pro season and would be the Chargers' starting quarterback for years to come. Add to that he knew she was looking for a meal ticket. She had started coming on to him early last season. After he had begun the season as starting QB and had a few big games. His name and face was all over the school, especially after he threw for 513 yards and four TDs against their biggest rival. While he didn't give much credence to the talk. He had heard some refer to him as the next Tom Brady, with his impressive size and chiseled face he had to admit he rather liked that comparison. Especially, if he could win a few Super Bowl titles and date the Supermodels like Brady did. Looking to Mel, he had to admit she was damn close to Supermodel beauty herself and he smiled as he lusted over her form. Finally, after the party eventually wound down, he, and Mel had retired to his suite. Mitch enjoyed some prurient pleasures with his Queen. Before finally calling it a night. Suddenly, he was on the sidelines and the crowd was going nuts. Turning to see what was happening he was stunned! {{Pause=0.5}} The crowd surrounding him was huge and ... he couldn't see over them .... and he jumped, sitting up he looked around. Oh god! ... Thank you! ... He breathed as he was soaked in sweat as he realized he was in his bedroom. It was that dream again and he shook as he tried to calm himself. Looking over he saw Mel entangled in the sheets next to him. After taking, a minute to talk himself down and taking a drink of water he laid back down and after a few fitful minutes he finally fell back asleep. "NNNAAAANNNANN!" ... Slowly, Mitch woke. Feeling completely wiped out, he just lay there, not wanting to move. It was always this way after game day. Thankfully, it was Sunday and he'd just hangout and watch NFL games with the guys. Looking over to the clock, he was a little surprised to see it was already after nine. But, that was ok, still an hour till kickoff. One of the aggravations of living on the West Coast. All of the East coast games started at 10 AM local time. Laying there, still not wanting to move suddenly, .... oh, crap, he just remembered his Fantasy Football league. Damn, he hated that, but as Quarterback and the star of the team, he had almost been shamed into playing again this year. He'd lost count of the number of times his buddies taunted him about his lack of success in that stupid game. It was always {{Pause=0.5}} "Look the Star QB can't even figure out who's any good." They just didn't realize how little time he had to spend on that stuff. Most of his Frat Brothers only had to worry about school. Being a football player took up a considerable amount of time, time that most of his "Brothers" had free. And even the few of his "Brothers" that also played football, didn't carry the burden of being the Quarterback or being the Captain of the team. Both of those roles required additional time outside of practice and meetings. Leaving little time to worry about the stupid Fantasy Football league he had been goaded into participating in. But, he was in the league, so groaning as he rolled out of bed to check his lineup, Mitch sat up. In doing so, he woke Mel. "NNNNN ... What are you doing Babe? ... What ... time is ... it?" "Just after 9, go back to sleep." Mitch glanced over his shoulder and saw that Mel had pulled her pillow over her head. Then smiling he also saw that her head was the only part of her that was covered. Leaving her spectacular ass on display as she was laying on her stomach. He just loved that she slept in the buff. However, then he noticed the Chargers poster on the wall and he again remembered Fantasy Football. Groaning, he stood and moved over to his desk and pulled out his laptop and spent the next 20 minutes adjusting his lineup to account for several of his players being out this week. Once done, he stood and moved into the bathroom to take care of that morning business. Coming back from the bathroom, Mitch's eyes landed on the poster of the cheerleaders' squad. His gaze lingering on Laynie Addison. Then, shaking his head, he turned to the still sleeping form of Mel and focused on that pleasing sight. Knowing it was best to let her sleep; Mitch grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and dressed. To a point anyway, his first stop would be the kitchen for some coffee. Damn, he hated these early mornings! Mitch had never been a morning person and now that he was an upper classman, he had arranged his schedule so he didn't have any morning commitments. Other than the occasional, call from Coach, he enjoyed being able to sleep till 10 most mornings and then start his morning on the slow side. Entering the kitchen, he was again congratulated on last night's game. He did his best to accept the adulation all the while fighting the slight hangover he was still dealing with. "Hey, Mitch, I'm gonna kick your butt today." Sean Miller yelled from the dining room. Looking in to see his slightly geeky "Brother" sitting at the table. Mitch just shook his head as he continued on to the coffee pot. "Yeah, we'll see," he responded weakly. Damn, he just wanted to get some coffee and get back to his room. And he grimaced when he saw Sean coming into the kitchen. "Man you are going down! I've got Megatron and Drew Brees going early and Gore and Beast Mode in the afternoon games." With 2 cups of coffee in his hands, Mitch turned to face Sean. "Yeah, Sure! ... Listen, Mel is waiting for her coffee so I'll catch you later." And he smiled when he saw his little "Brother's" face. Everyone knew Sean had a thing for Mel, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. And it had gotten to the point where she had lit him up and now he was afraid to even be around her. He knew it was a lie, since Mel had still been asleep when he left the room. But, as much as he hated Fantasy Football, he especially hated playing Sean. Sean lived for that crap; he had every conceivable printout hanging on the walls in his room. He spent countless hours developing systems to gain even the slightest edge and he was insufferable if he beat you. So, Mitch was thankful to have an excuse to get away. Finally, making it back to his room and fumbling to get inside, he breathed a sigh of relief once he had escape to the sanctuary of his room. However, then he was confronted with another concerning issue. The cheerleader's poster and again his eyes locked onto Laynie Addison. And he almost couldn't make himself turn away. It was only when he heard Mel calling to him from the bed. "So, Lover, I hope one of those are for me?" Shaking his head to clear his mind, he turned to see the blonde goddess still naked and posed seductively in his bed. "Uh, yeah, yeah, uh here you go." He muttered as he moved over and handed her one of the cups as he took a sip from his. Moreover, when he saw Mel grimace he knew what was coming next. "Damn, you didn't put any creamer in here! Gawd! This is nasty; I don't see how you can drink this crap." Mitch was all too familiar with Mel's litany of issues. As beautiful as she was, her personality could be quite the opposite. Moreover, Mitch knew Queen was right. Queen Bitch! ... If things weren't going right along her desired plans, she could be an all-out bitch. At hearing Mel complaining, he just rose and threw a weak "I'm sorry" at her. Trying to placate her as he moved back over to his desk. Again, his eyes drifted to Laynie and he drank in her cute little form. While he didn't know her very well, she seemed quite sweet. Moreover, she was so very different in pretty much every way from Mel. Where Mel was tall, tan and had a killer body. Laynie was short, at like 5 feet tall, redheaded and quite fair skinned and she had the most striking emerald green eyes. Mel carried herself with an air of royalty, whereas Laynie was bubbly and perky. Laynie was almost the perfect cheerleader with her vibrant personality. But, strangely it wasn't a ... it wasn't ... Mitch wasn't sure what it was that kept drawing his eyes to Laynie every time he laid his eyes on her on the poster or at a football game or during their Chem class. But, then he was torn from his musings as he heard Mel start complaining about something else. He just shook his head, rose, and moved over to his dresser. Once dressed, he told Mel he was going to watch some football. And had to hurry out the door, as he already knew how she was going to respond. "Hey you promised to go to the Renaissance Fair with me." Melissa yelled as Mitch ran for the door. Damn, he'd been caught. He had hoped to escape before she brought that up again. Grimacing, he turned back to see her glaring at him from the bed. Scrambling for an excuse to get out of that, Mitch lamely said, "Awe Mel, I was gonna watch the games with the guys today. I gotta see how the guys on my Fantasy Football team do." Knowing that probably wouldn't fly. "Oh come on, I know you hate Fantasy Football. I can't count the number of times I've heard you complain about even having a team." Damn! ... Damn! Seeing Mel's determined expression, Mitch knew the best he could hope for would be to minimize the damage. "Ok, how about we go for a few hours, but I want to be back to watch the Charger's game at 1:30." Putting on her best Little Princess face, Melissa tried bargaining for more time. "Oh, come on Babe, you promised to spend some time with me this weekend. And since yesterday was all tied up with the game, today is all we have." Then shifting her demeanor and tone to a more seductive one, said, "And ... I'll make it worth your time!" As she slowly ran, her fingers up her still exposed breast. And she was pleased to see her actions were achieving her desired results. Mitch had been doing his best to avoid looking at Mel's tits. However, when she began running her hand over them, his eyes locked on them and his cock betrayed him. Mel certainly knew how to push his buttons. In addition, with her enticing form, she did it quite well. Feeling himself rising to attention, he knew he was most likely trapped. Nevertheless, then he thought what a way to be trapped. And he moved back to the bed. Melissa smiled as she saw Mitch responding to her seduction. Damn! I still got it! She said to herself. ******* A couple of hours later and despite quite a bit of ribbing from his "Brothers", Mitch found himself trailing behind the pleasing form of his "Queen" as she glided from one booth to the next as she enjoyed the afternoon. And while Mitch didn't enjoy looking at all the crap that was being displayed. He was enjoying checking out the considerable number of sexy babes that were also checking out the booths. So, while he hated missing the NFL games, at least this was a pretty good consolation prize. There was some truth to the stereotype about Southern California girls. And since it was a warm afternoon, a lot of the babes were wearing quite revealing clothes. Much to Mitch's hearty concurrence. However, Mitch was somewhat disturbed as a certain type of girl kept catching his gaze. However, before he could ponder the meaning of that Mel grabbed his hand to drag him toward something. "Come on Babe! ... I've always wanted to go to one of these." Looking to where Mel was dragging him, Mitch put on the brakes. Halting their forward progress and causing Mel to come to an abrupt stop as well. Being jerked to a stop. Melissa looked back to see what was going on. She had just seen the old Gypsy's tent and just had to go in to see her. She had heard about these types of people and had longed to visit one. She was sure she could learn some neat things from the Gypsy. Moreover, if she didn't, at least she would have a funny story to tell. But, when Mitch stopped and grabbed her hand a little tighter, she was prevented from getting to the tent. Looking back, she asked. "What's up Babe?" Mitch saw Mel's intended destination and wanted nothing to do with it. He had seen old Gypsies and they creeped him out. He couldn't put his finger on what it was about them. But, he preferred to just avoid them. "Honey, what is it?" Melissa asked as she looked up into Mitch's somewhat troubled face. "Uh, ... I'm, uh, ... I'd rather ... uh, wait ... out here," Mitch stammered. Still not budging as Mel began pulling on his arm. "Oh, come on Mitchy! It'll be fun!" Still resisting, Mitch again nervously replied, "Uh, no, um, you, you go ahead and I ... I'll wait out here." At this Melissa smiled and then quipped. "What's the matter Babe, you afraid she's gonna turn you into a frog?" It was amusing to see her big macho boyfriend scared. Then laying it on a little, she continued. "Come on Baby, you go in here with me and we'll leave right after." What she didn't say was she had already gotten bored with this whole thing and had been about to leave anyway. She was just about to tell him she was done and ready to go when she saw the Gypsy's tent. Finally, though still unsure about it, Mitch let himself be dragged into the tent. Melissa, smiled to herself, as she knew she had gotten her way again. She knew just how to play Mitch and she knew she was going to play him right into being a NFL Quarterback's wife. She had learned enough about him to know he had the chance to make millions playing football. And while he wasn't that great a lover, she knew she'd get that taken care of elsewhere. During the time that they had been together, she was keyed into enough about him to know she could get pretty much anything she wanted from him. Just shake her tits or ass at him or promise him a little something later and he was her's for the taking. Turning back she pushed her way into the tent, making sure and maintaining her grip on Mitch to make sure he followed her in. And once inside the tent, Melissa was a little surprised at the appearance. "Welcome Young Ones! Madame Natasha is here to help! Come open your hearts to me." Upon entering the tent Mitch felt a bit claustrophobic. The tent wasn't very tall and being 6 5 his head was brushing on the top when he stood up just inside the "door". Stepping further in, at least the tent rose and that helped him a little. However, as he looked around at the paraphernalia filling the Gypsy's dwelling, Mitch was bothered. It looked like what he thought would be the stereotypical belongings for a gypsy. There were candles, tapestries and what looked like weird bottles of who knows what. But, most of all, there was the crystal ball sitting in the middle of the table in front of the Gypsy. Madame Natasha, looked up and studied the young couple entering her domain. Quickly, examining the young man, she was certain she saw something that ... something that led her to believe he was not quite right. Not, quite happy with the life he was leading. Turning to the young woman the gypsy saw a shallow, greedy woman. Beaming at the exotic woman sitting across the table Melissa, almost laughed at the clich?d appearance of the space the old woman had setup. It looked so hokey that she decided that it wasn't worth the effort she had put in to get Mitch in here. At this she was mentally kicking herself at having wasted one of her trump cards. Quickly, she glanced at the old woman and said, "I'm sorry we've made a wrong turn." Then turning to Mitch said, "Come on Babe! ... Let's go!" "Now, now, young ones, sit and Madame Natasha will guide you to fulfill your heart's desire! Seeing the young woman turn to leave did not disappoint the old Gypsy, however, she could see something in the young man. "Young man, come and sit with Madame Natasha and I will help you fulfill your heart's desire!" Mitch was a little stunned when the old woman singled him out. He was thankful Mel had said let's go and was turning to head out when the Gypsy called to him. At that, he froze, for the life of him; he couldn't tell why he wasn't running out of the tent. Mel saying she was ready to leave was exactly what he had wanted to hear. However, for some reason he felt drawn back to the table. Again, he found himself resisting Mel, she was pushing to get him to leave, but now for some reason unknown to him, he wanted to stay. Looking down, he said, "Um, ... uh ... I, I think I'd like to, um, to uh, hear what, she's got to ... uh say. Melissa, was surprised at Mitch's reaction. Based on how he had reacted to coming in here in the first place. She was sure he would be eager to leave. Looking back to the old woman, Melissa was a little disturbed at the disdainful look on her face as their eyes locked. Turning back to Mitch, she pushed again, trying to get him to leave. Something in the old Gypsy's eyes unsettled Melissa and she just wanted to escape, now. "Come on Babe! ... Um, let's ... let's get out of here! You said you wanted to get back to the house to watch some football." Melissa stammered. Looking down the Mel, Mitch said, "Um, you go ahead. I ... I'll be out in a few minutes." Glancing back across the table one more time, Melissa nervously replied, "Uh, ok, um I ... I'll see you later." And she slipped around Mitch and out the door. Once outside she shivered, just thankful to be away from those piercing eyes. Melissa was more flustered than she had been in quite some time. And what disturbed her most was the fact that Mitch had wanted to stay behind. Looking back to the tent, she shivered a bit and thought, better him than me. After Mel had left Mitch turned back to the Gypsy, moved over to the table and sat down. Looking into her eyes, he was comforted by the calm reassurance he felt from her. "Um, what ... what did you want?" After initially not wanting to come in here. Now he couldn't leave until he heard what she had to tell him. Smiling to the young man, Madame Natasha said, "Young Man, you are not happy are you? ... You, want something different from your life! Madame Natasha can sense your disturbed spirit." Mitch was a little stunned at her comment, but deep down he knew she was right. Though he had never let anyone know, he had never really wanted to be who he had become. He had been successful in the role he was playing, but to him it was just a role. He didn't want to be the B M O C; he didn't want to be the star, the center of attention. Even though he had worked so hard to achieve the successes, it had been more to please his parents, his coaches and his teammates. If he had his way, he would allow someone else to take the limelight. Add to that there was something deep in the dark recesses of his mind, something that he would barely even admit to himself. Something, he wanted to be so very different. However, Mitch had always fought to keep those disturbing thoughts buried. He was afraid to ever let that feeling grow, as he was afraid of what could happen if he did. After stareing into her eyes for a minute, Mitch finally asked. "What, um, what do you mean?" Smiling Madame Natasha could sense the storm within this young man beginning to build. "Yes". Then she paused. "Um, Mitch," he responded nervously. "Yes, Mitch, I can tell you have led a life that you are not happy with. A life that has been to satisfy others. Yes?" Nervously Mitch replied, "Um, yeah ... Uh how, how do you know that?" Madame Natasha can sense the turmoil in your spirit. Young Mitchell, "You do have to follow your heart; otherwise you're living a false life. "But, how ... how do I do that? I've got so many responsibilities, so many people counting on me! How can I just walk away from that, from them?" And that thing, that something deep in his mind began to grow. "And really, how do I?" At that, his humiliation flared and he couldn't bring himself to even voice his question. "Young man, Madame Natasha can see what you are yearning for and can help you achieve your heart's desire." Suddenly the Old Gypsy grabbed his hands and stared deeply into his eyes, Mitch felt like she was stareing into his very soul. Moreover, he felt the turmoil he had long fought to keep repressed begin to build. How could he do that? And he fought to quell the troubling feelings. Young One do not fight what has long been in your heart. If you want to live your life in peace and harmony accept Madame Natasha's help. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time. Mitch finally said, "Ok, what do I have to do?" And he was stunned by her response. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to the place where love resides. "What does that mean?" Young man, there is someone out there that is the other half of you. You go and Madame Natasha will watch over you. And when the time comes, you will know what to do and all will be made right. Confused by her statement, Mitch again asked. "What does that mean?" "You will know when the time comes. Now you go and Madame Natasha will make the necessary preparations." Still mystified by what Madame Natasha had told him, Mitch rose anyway and turned to leave. Before, leaving the tent he looked back one more time. Nevertheless, when she shooed him on, he turned and left. Once Mitch had left she looked out through the crystal ball and after a few minutes found who she was looking for. Yes, they are the perfect match for each other. And with that, Madame Natasha went to work to bring about what needed to occur. ******* After leaving Madame Natasha, Mitch was somewhat perplexed. And at that, he turned and walked, trying to get away. The thoughts and feelings that the old Gypsy had stirred in him put him on edge. He had long fought to repress the feelings, at this he knew he had to think. Finally, after a few hours of just walking around he found himself back in front of the House. Having not really settled what was disturbing him; he resigned himself to not being able to decide what he should or even could do. Once in the house, he glanced into the common room and saw his "brothers" so totally into the games on the TV's that they didn't notice him. Which, he was thankful for this and hurried up to his suite. Entering the room, he was disappointed to see Mel sitting on his bed. "Oh, Mitch finally you're home. Where have you been?" Melissa cooed sweetly. Turning and heading into the bathroom, Mitch said, "Uh, Mel, I'd really like to be alone." "What, we're supposed to spend the day together though. But you disappeared on me. Where did you go?" Stopping and turning to Mel, Mitch repeated. "Mel, I really want to be alone. Moreover, we did spend time. We went to that stupid fair you wanted to go to and even into the Gypsy's tent. So if you don't mind, I'd really like to be alone." "But?" Then seeing Mitch's expression she froze. "Ok, whatever, I'll uh, I'll go." Mitch grimaced as his "Queen" rose and as dramatically as she could exited his suite. Nevertheless, thankfully she left anyway. He jumped just a bit when she slammed the door on her way out. Damn, he knew he was going to pay for that later. Just thankful to be alone Mitch went to the bathroom and once done in there went and laid down on his bed. Laying there, he started pondering the encounter with the Gypsy again. He had long known there was something about his life that he had not liked. However, he had always been afraid to face it, so whenever it came to mind, he quickly fought to squelch those thoughts. Each and every time that came up he would go do something, play basketball, lift weights, run a couple of miles or even play video games. Anything to get his mind off those troubling thoughts. The result was he stayed in excellent shape; add to that everyone thought he was driven to be the best athlete, the best quarterback. If they only knew. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep. Walking down the hallway, he was struggling to get to class; it seemed so much more difficult than it should be. How did everyone get so tall? He couldn't believe everyone was towering over him. Nervously, he struggled to get through the increasingly huge crowd of people. Looking up he was shocked that everyone was towering over him. Then looking down at himself He bolted up, gasping, panicking and looking around. Oh god! ... It was the dream, ... again. ... He was sweating profusely and quite unsettled. Looking over to the clock he saw that it was 9:30, he was disturbed and rattled and did not want to go back to sleep. Going to the bathroom and splashing some water on his face to try to shake the disturbing dream, he finally calmed some. At that, he did what he always did; he got dressed in some shorts and running shoes and headed out. While running wasn't his best alternative to get his mind off the dream, he did want to be alone. A couple of hours later, he pulled back in front of the house and was thankful to see it was mostly dark. Quietly, he headed back up to his room, he still had not come to grips with the disturbing dream or what the Gypsy had said, but at least he was exhausted now and he hoped that would help him get a good night's sleep. PART TWO BUZZ! BAM! ... Mitch, groaned! ... Slamming his hand onto the alarm. God, he hated Mondays. Laying there and ... BUZZ! bam! .... Dammit. He knew he had to get up now, but all he wanted to do was bury his head under the covers and sleep for another hour. So sitting up, he stared at the wall for a minute and then he realized he was again focusing on Laynie. Shaking his head, he didn't want to go there, so he rose. The first thing he needed was some coffee and then a shower. A very slow hour later, Mitch was walking down the sidewalk heading to Chem class. He was nervous about that. Chem class meant seeing Laynie and for some reason that scared him. It was disturbing that a tiny 5 foot nothing Cheerleader could scare him, a big, tough 6 foot 5 inch quarterback. As he was about to enter the classroom, he saw her. She was across the hall and talking with some other girls. Anxiously, he looked over to her and when she looked and caught him looking she just smiled. And he nearly melted, she is just so cute and those eyes, those beautiful big green eyes. Flustered, he nervously smiled back, saying Hi and then heading into the classroom. And he was a little embarrassed when he heard the girls laughing. As usual, he grabbed a seat in the back of the class and was thankful that Laynie sat in the front. Trying his best not to be obvious, but he watched the door and when she came in he watched her like a hawk. Trying his best not to be caught watching her. Nevertheless, she did catch him looking her way and she smiled sweetly. Then she turned and sat down. Through the entire class, Mitch watched Laynie. Watching as she tilted her head while she took notes. Watching as she played with her red, curly hair. As she leaned over and whispered to her friend. He was so distracted that he couldn't remember anything the professor said. And he was surprised when everyone rose from their seats. Looking up to the clock, he was stunned to see that the class was indeed over. Looking back down to his desk, he wasn't too surprised to see a blank page. He realized he had been so caught up watching Laynie he had not taken the first note. So closing his books and moving to slide them into his backpack, he was startled when he heard a voice. Looking up he paled to see it was Laynie. Not catching what she said, he asked. "Excuse me? Uh, ... um ... what ... what did you say?" he stammered nervously. "Oh, well I just wanted to congratulate you on another great game. And I wondered if you had a partner for the project?" She said sweetly. Mitch was confused. "Project, what project?" "The project Professor Jansen just gave out. She said we should pair up for the project. And I was hoping, maybe we could work together? What do you think?" At this Mitch felt like a puddle of goo. Here this cute little girl was talking to him and he felt like a school kid with his first crush. "Um, ... uh yeah, uh yeah sure. Um, I guess I was a little distracted, I missed the actual assignment. Do you, ... um ... have the details?" "Yeah, I've got everything we need to get started. How about we meet at the library and we can start. When is a good time for you?" Mitch couldn't believe it. Here, after checking out this sexy little girl for quite some time, he was finally talking to her. And now, not only would he be talking to her, he would get to spend time with her. "Uh, well, ... Um, what day is it? Oh yeah Monday. Well actually, I have one more class at 1:00 and then I'm free for the rest of the day. Um, what ... what about you?" "Well, I have a 2:00 class, but am free after that. Do you want to meet at the library around 3 and we can start then?" Almost a little too excitedly, Mitch blurted out. "Yeah, ... uh yeah 3 sounds good! ... See you then." And he smiled as she smiled back at him. "K, see ya then." And Mitch watch Laynie turn and leave. She was wearing a fitted little tee shirt, jeans and some sneakers and god did she look beautiful! Mitch was mesmerized as he watched the little cheerleader exit the classroom. Then he was shocked out of his reverie when Professor Jansen asked if he was ok. {{Pause=0.5}} Looking up and seeing her stareing at him, he nervously replied, "Um, yes Ma'am." Grabbing his backpack, he stood and hurried out the door. PART THREE Several hours later, like a school kid waiting for his crush. Mitch stood on the steps of the library waiting for Laynie. And when she did come into view, he had to fight running to her. But, again, he watched her like a hawk as she approached. And when she looked up and saw him, Mitch nearly melted. "Hey Mitch, I hope you haven't been waiting long? I'm sorry I got held up in my last class." "Uh, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. How bout we head inside and get started?" Mitch said as he smiled down to the little girl. He still couldn't believe she had asked him to be her partner on this assignment. However, he definitely wasn't going to complain! Following the short girl toward the door and checking out her ass, he smiled. Man, she has one sexy ass! Looking up and seeing her approaching the door, he took a couple of long strides, and then reaching around Laynie, he pulled the door open for her. Trying his best to be courteous. And when she smiled and said thank you he was pleased with himself. Once inside, they headed upstairs to find one of the study rooms. And thankfully, they found an empty one near the back. Moving inside they took their places on the same side of the table. "Mitch, it is so sweet of you to be my partner on the project. Hopefully we can be a good team!" "Well, I'm glad too! I hope I can keep up with you. You know Chemistry is not my best subject." He said a little embarrassed, knowing there was a bit of a double entendre in that statement. "That's ok; I'll do my best to make sure we get a good grade." As Laynie was finishing her comforting words, she reached over to pat Mitch's hand. And when their hands came into contact, almost a static electricity seemed to bond them together. Causing each of them to look first at their hands and then into each other's eyes. And upon their eyes locking together a mist seemed to begin swirling and growing thicker and thicker. At this, Mitch began to panic, but he was unable to budge an inch. He felt paralyzed and the mist got so thick he couldn't see an inch in front of his face. Suddenly, he felt a pulling sensation. But, it wasn't from Laynie; it felt like their hands were still frozen together, still on the table. No, this was different; Mitch's head swam, seeming to be swirling with the mist. Suddenly, he felt himself stabilizing. However, something felt ... off ... felt unbelievably different. Trying his best to see or figure out what was going on, however due to the incredibly thick mist he couldn't see a thing. But, for some reason he felt very weak and weirdly very small! Then, what felt like a powerful blast of wind came through and the mist was gone. Blinking his eyes, Mitch continued to stare into .... and all at once he realized he was looking up. Looking up at ... at himself! Gasping and fighting panicking. Mitch blurted, "Ohmygod! ... ohmygawd! ... ohmygawd!" And he was fighting hyperventilating. And then he became more aware of his surroundings, looking down he saw and worse felt, from an impossible perspective. Laynie's chest, covered in the tight fitting pink t-shirt and bra. And then further down her flat belly and her and her. Oh my gawd!. At this he had to fight passing out. Laynie, could not believe what she was seeing, what she was feeling. She had just reached over to pat Mitch's hand and suddenly they were enveloped in a powerful fog. The next thing she knew she was looking down into her own face. Looking to their still joined hands, she was stunned to see and feel the incredibly small hand sitting atop her now huge hand. Looking back to her face, she asked. "Mitch, ... Mitch are you in there?" Fighting with everything in him, Mitch struggled to maintain at ... least ... some level of ... control. Hearing his voice, although, now through Laynie's ears, he looked up, into ... his face. Hearing his baritone voice, he wasn't sure what to do. However, after taking several, slow deep breaths, he finally responded. "Uh, yeah? ... Um, is that you, ... you in there Laynie?" And as he asked the question, he started to laugh. Laynie was stunned when Mitch started laughing. Looking down to her small body, she asked. "What's so funny?" After a couple of minutes, Mitch finally calmed down and though still somewhat shaken, replied, "Um, I don't know. I guess calling you Laynie in that huge body. Something about that, about this whole crazy situation, the absurdity of it all, struck me as funny." However, looking back up into his real face the reality of the situation was forcefully brought home. Looking up at his huge body, he felt like a small child. Looking to the table and seeing his hand on top of his real hand brought home the unbelievably, radical transformation they had under gone. While Mitch was laughing, Laynie began looking around. Especially down at the body she was now in. She felt like the Incredible Hulk as she looked over this body. And the power, the power she felt was like nothing she had ever imagined. Not moving her left hand that was still partially covered by her small, real hand. She looked to her right arm and hand. Flexing her arm, she was in awe. The arm that she was moving was so long and bulging with muscles that she had seen only on men. And smiling to herself, she thought, 'Well I'm a man now!' Well at least for right now. She had no idea how this had happened or how long they might stay this way. When Mitch finally calmed down from his laughing fit. He told her why he was laughing and she had to admit it was a little funny. Mitch was like 6 and a half feet tall and she that is her real body was only 4 foot 10. And for this huge body to be called Laynie was a little funny. Especially in light of the nickname, she had lived with most of her life. "Little Laynie!" Chuckling to herself, she thought, 'Well I won't be called that anymore.' Finally, after staring into each other's eyes for several long moments. Laynie broke the silence. "How did this happen?" Sheepishly, Mitch looked up to Laynie and said, "I ... I think this ... might be my fault." Incredulous Laynie blurted, "What, ... how could you have done this? Why would you do this? Why would you want to be a girl? ... A really little girl? ... I mean you are the ... or you were the star of the team. The starting quarterback! You were gonna be a NFL player. Why would you want to give up all that?" Then turning even more serious. She said, "You stole my body!" Nervously, Mitch looked up into his now very mad looking face. Pushing back some, he stammered. "Well, well I ... I didn't actually do it! I'm not the one who actually did this to ... us," he replied meekly, seeing the look on his former face, the very aggravated look on that face. From his now, extremely small perspective scared him. Gathering himself, he continued, hating the small weak voice that he had now. "Well, um, I didn't actually ... do ... this, or at least I don't think I did." Now getting aggravated, Laynie barked, "Oh come on spit it out!" At that Mitch flinched. Seeing Mitch jump, Laynie took a breath and said, "I'm sorry! Still not used to being so big." Apprehensively, Mitch began. "Ok, I'm gonna need a huge favor from you!" "Bigger than taking my body?" Laynie said frankly. Realizing the truth of her statement, Mitch began again. "OK, ok, I'm gonna need a few huge favors from you. Of course the first being, you don't kill me since we traded bodies." Chuckling at the reality of that statement and quickly realizing all too well how much incredibly weaker Mitch had to be now. She smiled and said, "Ok!" "OK well, please be patient with me. I'm, uh I'm not a hundred percent sure I know what or how this happened. But, I'll tell you what I know, or at least what I think I know." Looking up to Laynie and seeing a slight smile and a nod, Mitch continued. "Well, for how we got into this, uh each other's bodies. Well, I think it had to do with what I did yesterday. Yesterday, I was at the Renaissance Fair with." Pausing not wanting to tell a girl he had done something with another girl. Especially, since the girl he was talking to now, was like 3 times his size and could most likely beat him to a pulp. Nevertheless, after looking intently into Laynie's face and seeing the expectant look, he continued. "Well, I was at the Fair with Melissa Campbell and she saw this old Gypsy's tent." At that Laynie blurted out, "Really, you saw that too? Did you go in? It looked so cool! I wanted to go in, but. Uh, but I was too ... too afraid." And she blushed. Seeing his real face blush that way was somewhat disconcerting for Mitch. And hearing that Laynie had gone to the Renaissance Fair as well, was somewhat surprising. But, then Mitch realized that Laynie was really a girl and the Fair was mostly a chick thing. However, looking down to the small form he now occupied, knew he was a chick now. Then shaking his head and feeling Laynie's long red hair swirling around him brought him back to the present. So continuing. "Anyway, we were at the Fair and Mel saw the Gypsy's tent. And well, I really didn't want to go in, but after a few minutes she finally convinced me to go in." A little embarrassed himself at admitting he had been pushed to go in by Mel. "Anyway, once we got into the tent. I stood and looked around. It looked just like what you would see in a movie. It looked just like a stereotypical Gypsy's tent. Well, at least I think it did. However, anyway pretty much as soon as we got inside. Mel decided she wanted to leave. Which, really, at that point was fine with me. But, as I was about to turn and leave, she called to me. Listening intently, Laynie said, "What? What do you mean, she called to you?" "Well it was strange. Once we got inside the Gypsy made some comment about opening our hearts to her. That she would help us fulfill our heart's desire. As Mel was trying to push me out the door." "What does that mean?" interrupted Laynie. "I really don't know but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave. Mel left but I stayed behind. I had to hear what the Gypsy had to say. Then she started telling me things about myself that I've never told to anyone. As a matter of fact, I would barely admit those things to myself." At this Laynie looked suspiciously down to the tiny girl, Mitch was now. "What do you mean?" "Well, and this is one of the huge favors I'm gonna ask from you. Will you make a promise to me? Will you keep a secret for me?" Mitch said pleadingly up to the large man sitting across from him. Tentatively, Laynie looked into the big green eyes that had until just a few minutes ago belonged to her. Trying her best to read the true intent of the current occupant of her body. After several long moments, in the rich baritone voice she now controlled, whispered. "Ok, I'll keep your secret." All the while Laynie had been stareing intently into his eyes; Mitch was silently imploring her to agree. And when she agreed, he almost felt like he was going to burst. So apprehensively, he resumed his story. "Well, like I said, I had a secret that I tried my best to keep, keep even from myself. She told me I was not happy with my life, that I had a disturbed spirit. She told me a saying I remembered hearing, I can't remember who originally said it but she said, "You do have to follow your heart, otherwise you're living a false life." Then she told me she could help me fulfill my heart's desire." Again interrupting Laynie exclaimed, "Your heart's desire was to be a woman? Or to be ... to be ... me?" Uneasy at revealing this deepest, darkest secret, Mitch timidly looked up and said, "Yes!" "You do? Wait which one? You wanted to be a woman or you wanted to ... be me?" Laynie was blown away at hearing Mitch confess this unbelievable thing. "Laynie, please .. please let me ... let me finish." Again Laynie was suspicious, but she relented and nodded for Mitch to continue. Thankful, Mitch continued. "Please let me finish my ... um, my 'story' for lack of a better way to put it." And seeing the huge, masculinized girl again nod to confirm she would. So again, Mitch resumed his tale. "Well for years, I have felt some strange feelings, that ... that I wasn't happy being a man. But, I really would not even allow myself to even think about those things. I mean I am." ... then pausing and chuckling said, "Well, I used to be a 6 foot 5 inch tall man. And now, well now I'm a girl who's only like 5 feet tall." Holding up her hand, Laynie grinned deviously and said, "Actually, you're only 4 foot 10." Laynie chuckled. "What?" Mitch paled. "I'm, ... you're not even 5 feet tall?" "Well, actually I ... am almost 6 and a half feet tall." Laynie said with a chuckle in her new deep, baritone voice. But, ... you ... you are not! At least not anymore! Not as long as you inhabit that little body, you aren't! Now, you are currently south of 5 feet tall." Laynie continued with a wicked laugh, especially after seeing the troubled look on her former face. Gawd! Somewhat dismayed at this radical switch in sizes and gender and that made him realize why he felt so incredibly small now. However, Mitch looked down at the body he was in and he thought. Well, at least for now there is nothing he could do about that, as he felt the feelings that he had long fought to suppress grow stronger and stronger. And surprisingly he wasn't too upset about that. "Ok, well, anyway." Again, pausing and shaking his head as he thought about being below 5 feet tall. Then continuing "Ok, well anyway, having grown to as large as I did." well and he gestured at his former body. "And well, I knew that being as large as I was, I should put those feelings aside. And over the years, if or when I felt the feelings, I would go do something like, shoot some hoops, go to the gym and work out or run a few miles. Well pretty much anything to try to divert my attention from those thoughts. To a degree, it's those thoughts, those feelings that are a large part of my success as an athlete. And then, well then, I saw you. And actually, I have a poster with you in it in my room. Well, it actually, is the poster of the Cheerleading squad. Nevertheless, you have become the center of my attention. I have stared at you in that poster, I always find you and checked you out on the sidelines at the games, and I loved being able to see you in Chem class. Hearing, Mitch talk about her like this made Laynie blush. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Here one of the most handsome guys on campus had a thing for her. She had never even thought about pursuing Mitch, he was one of the most desired men at school. And being so short, she was sure he wouldn't even give her a second look. Continuing, Mitch said, "But, as sexy as I thought you were, uh are, hell I don't know what to say about that. However, there was something more, something else that drew me to you. There was something I couldn't put my finger on. And when the Gypsy told me that, told me that I was leading a false life. My first thoughts were of you. I had been seeing Mel, but I couldn't get my mind off of you. Also, when the Gypsy said that there was someone out there that was my other half; I could only dream that it was you. I figured that somehow, some way, I might be able to get to, um. To somehow get you, um, to get to know you. But, I figured that would be, um, hopefully as a Girlfriend, not, um become ... you!" He was blushing at what he had just revealed to Laynie. He couldn't believe he had shared, his most secret, most intimate thoughts. "I just never dreamed something like this was ever possible. I mean can you believe it?" He said as he gestured at the two of them. "Ok, I've told you my deepest, most intimate secrets. Will you please, please, please keep my secret?" Looking down to Mitch, Laynie was more and more appreciating seeing her body, from this impossible new perspective. "Ok, I'll keep your secret. {{Pause=0.5}} But, what {{Pause=0.5}} what do we do now?" "Well, I don't know. I mean my only thought when I showed up here was to get to know you. Not, become you!" He said with a chuckle. Laynie was deeply touched at hearing Mitch talk about her. She could not believe that he had seemed so infatuated with her. Then a thought crossed her mind and deviously, Laynie said, "Stand up!" "What? then nervously, he said, "Why?" Well you've asked me to do a couple of huge favors for you. Well, this is something 'little' you can do for me." He didn't like the emphasis she had put on the word 'little', but, recognizing he didn't really have a reason not to. He tentatively pushed the chair back. Surprised, at how difficult it was, he had a hard time getting enough traction to push the chair. Additionally, the chair was a lot heavier than he was used to. Nevertheless, once he had done this, he moved to stand. And again he was surprised that to stand he had to slightly drop off the front of the chair. With so many other dramatic things dominating his attention, he had not realized his feet were only barely touching the floor and that was only by his tip-toes. Anyway, once on his feet, he stood, and upon straightening up and then looking across to Laynie, Mitch was stunned. He was so short now that even standing he was only barely taller than the seated Laynie. He stood there, he was basically looking Laynie straight in the eye and he felt like he was standing in a hole. Glancing down, he verified he was indeed standing on the floor and then back up and he paled at that realization. Then Laynie pushed her chair back and slowly stood. Mitch paled as he saw his body rise to its full height. They kept their eyes locked on each other as Laynie rose to her new height. And once she was standing up straight, he realized he was almost leaning back as he craned his neck, just to maintain eye contact with her. Then looking down, or really straight ahead, he was stunned to see that he was eye level with the lower part of his former chest. Then, glancing down to the floor and comparing what he was now to what he had been. He paled at the comparison. Every part of the body he was now in was so incredibly much smaller than his real body is. Finally, looking all the way back up to look Laynie in the eyes, he was amazed. Standing up, Laynie reveled in the realization of her new size. She marveled at how incredibly tall she was now and to a degree, she realized how much smaller the room had gotten. Never in her life had she felt a space was too small for her. Of course, she had never been nearly 6 and a half feet tall before either. Then looking back down to her former body, her small former body and she smiled. Seeing how very small, her true body was. And then she felt something stirring in her pants, something growing. And she realized that something about this crazy situation was turning her on. And ... and she was ... she ... was getting a hard-on. Smiling to herself at that realization. Then leaning down she was surprised how far down she had to go to be on level with Mitch. Nevertheless, once she was she smiled. Then teasingly, she quipped. "Well now that you gotten your heart's desire what are you going to do? Now that you're me! What are you going to do? Mini Mitch?" And as she sat back down, she chuckled and marveled that even sitting she was still almost as tall as Mitch was now. Then reaching out and taking Mitch's hand into her now much, much larger hand, she was amazed. Looking, at the small hand that used to be her's Laynie was incredulous. Looking back over to Mitch, she could tell he was stunned as well. But, as surprising as it was, she was still more and more beginning to really like this. Mitch paled as the reality of what had happened to him began to set in. And even more so, at the teasing nickname she just called him. He blanched at being referred to as Mini, but looking down at the body he was in and then back to his real body he recognized the disturbing truth of that teasing quip. Now, he too wondered what he was going to do. When Laynie reached her huge hand out and took his into her's he was stunned. Now, his hand was so small and delicate, especially as compared to his former hand. Sitting back down, he was again surprised as his feet rose up off the floor once he settled into the seat. Also, he glanced down to see what he was sitting on. It felt like he had sat down on a cushion, but, he was dismayed to realize the cushion was actually 'Laynie's' or actually now it was his ass. The very sexy ass that he had been checking out earlier. Blushing, he looked back up to Laynie, Mitch said, "Well, this is quite a bit different, isn't it?" And he motioned to his former and current bodies. "I guess we need to figure out what we're doing. Any ideas?" "Well, I guess we have to make a choice now. Are we going to tell anyone else what has happened or not?" Mitch panicked at the thought of telling anyone what had happened. "Oh gawd! No! We can't possibly tell anyone what has happened to us. I mean, who would possibly believe this. And if someone did, we could end up being lab rats for some government agency. No, we need to keep this to ourselves," Mitch said nervously. Also, he still felt some embarrassment about his feelings and desires to be a girl. And he just couldn't tell anyone else about that! "Ok, I guess then we need to figure out how to be, well be who we are now. I mean who you are as the 'tiny girl' you are now and me as the big man!" he said as he smiled 'down' to the little girl he used to be. "And, well in order to do that, the first thing would be to change names." Laynie laughed. "So that means I'm Mitch now and you, well from now on you will be "Little Laynie"! And with that "Mitch" chuckled as he smiled down to "Little Laynie", yes ... he ... might really like this. Recognizing that he would have to do that he nodded his head. He really didn't like the idea of being referred to as "little". However, he knew that indeed he was little now! Very little! As he shifted in his seat and again realized that his feet were dangling off the ground, he knew that was further confirmation of just how short he was now! So he, well he, uh she knew that, Laynie ... uh Mitch was right. They would have to refer to themselves as the bodies they now occupied. Looking up, she said, "Ok, Mitch what do you think should be our first steps?" Laynie said tentatively. Seeing 'Laynie's' compliance, Mitch, smiled. "Well, I guess the first thing will be to find out about each other. I mean, I don't even know "my" full name, when "my" birthday is, or any of that very basic information. "Wow, we have a lot to learn. Don't we?" Laynie squeaked. "Ok, well you are Mitchell Thomas Branson, you're 22 years old and your birthday is July 22nd." "What? You are kidding me! Right?" "Excuse me? Kidding about what?" Laynie asked. "Your, uh my birthday is July 22nd?" And seeing 'Laynie' nod 'her' head. 'Mitch' continued. "My, um, well your birthday is July 22nd, too. But, you, you are 20 years old. Wow, talk about a crazy coincidence!" 'Laynie' was surprised at that as well. Looking up suspiciously said, "You're kidding me, right?" "No really! You're, well as Laynie, your birthday is July 22nd." With that, he reached around his former body and grabs the purple backpack. Opening it up and then pulling out and opening the billfold, he handed it to the small girl. Flinching as the Goliath moved toward 'her', 'Laynie' calmed as she saw him reach around 'her'. Then taking the billfold, 'she' looked down to it. Again, noticing 'her' small hands was somewhat disconcerting. But, anyway, she looked at the ID in the billfold. And indeed, "she" was born on July 22nd. Just it was 2 years later than Mitch had been. As she continued to study the ID, she glanced over and saw that 'Mitch' had pulled 'his' wallet out of 'his' pocket. Turning back to the ID in her hand, she studied it more thoroughly. The picture showed her new face. With a big grin, with big, beautiful, expressive green eyes and bright, glossy red hair. Looking to the details, she read Elaine Rose Addison. The height read, 4 foot 10 inches and the gender box was filled with an "F". The address showed she was now from Del Mar, so she or the original Laynie grew up not far from San Diego. And once she had read all the pertinent information on the driver's license, as she held the ID in her small hand, her attention was diverted to that hand. And she turned her attention to examining the tiny hand. Looking from the little hand she was "operating" and then over to her previous hand. She paled at the dramatic difference and she wondered if she would even be able to hold a football anymore. After handing the billfold to 'Laynie', 'Mitch' dug 'his' wallet out of 'his pocket. Opening it up and examining the details, he saw that he indeed was 'Mitchell Thomas Branson', he was '6 foot 5 inches tall', and he was definitely a he! The "M" said so right there in the Gender Box. Of course, the lump in his pants had already proved that as well. He also confirmed what Laynie had told him that he too was born on July 22nd, just 2 years sooner. And he also saw that ... "he" ... was now from Monterey. Catching some motion to his right, he looked over to see Laynie examining her hand. And he did the same. Turning his hand from front to back and back again, Mitch marveled at his now massive hand. Flexing it, he also reveled in the power he felt in it. Turning to 'Laynie' and holding his hand out said, "Hold your hand up." Jumping a bit when Mitch spoke, Laynie turned and saw him holding his hand out in front of her. So, tentatively, she extended her arm and pushed her hand up against her former hand. She paled at seeing how incredibly much smaller her new hand was. She was somewhat disturbed at seeing how small her new hand was and even more so when Mitch rolled his fingers over the top of her's. With their palms even, her fingers only reached to the middle knuckle of her old hand. And she shook her head at that, and then looking out from their hands, she saw their arms. Her arm looked like a twig as compared to the thick muscular arm that was now Mitch's. And she blanched. At this, she looked more completely at the form she now occupied as compared to what she had been just a little while ago and she grew scared. Now, she was a tiny, most likely weak girl. How was she going to defend herself? A huge man like Mitch could do anything he wanted to her and there would be nothing she could do about it. And at that, she started to shake. 'Mitch' too had been a little stunned as he examined their hands and then their arms. He was really starting to like this hulking form he now occupied. His arm was now so very long, so very thick and it felt so incredibly powerful. Especially as compared to the arm, he used to have. And his new hand, was positively massive. As Laynie held her's up against his, he couldn't believe how incredibly much bigger just his hand was now. His old hand barely made it to the middle knuckle of his new hand. Not to mention how incredibly delicate it looked as compared to his new huge, meaty hand. And he was starting to smile as the realizations of what he was now continued to come to him. As he was looking at Laynie, he saw her shaking. "Mitch, um, Laynie, what's wrong?" "Oh gawd! Ohmygawd!" She began trying to push herself away from the giant man. "Please, please don't ... hurt me?!" "What? What makes you think I would ever hurt you?" Mitch asked. And then he realized what must be going through Laynie's mind. Where he had gone from a tiny girl to a huge man, she was experiencing the exact opposite. Now, instead of being the big, strong, tough man she had grown into, now she was extremely tiny, especially as compared to what she used to be. At that, Mitch pulled back some and then as softly as he could with his new baritone voice, said, "Laynie, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." "But, but I ... I stole your body, I stole your ... your life!" And she paled as she said that while looking up to the huge man sitting across from her. "Laynie, Honey, you don't have to worry. I'll never hurt you. I, of all people, know how vulnerable you are. I've spent my entire life as you, as one of the smallest people around and I know the position you are in now. Honey, I'll make sure nothing happens to you." And he smiled as reassuringly as he could to the small girl. "But, but I ... I stole your ... your life! I'm ... I'm so sorry!" Realizing that, Mitch just shook his head. Looking at Laynie for a long moment, he finally said, "It's Ok! I know you didn't do this on purpose." As they had been talking, 'Mitch' was recognizing a sense of calm that he had not felt before. Typically, or at least when he had been 'Laynie' he had been a bit excitable. He realized that he would have probably been panicking at what had happened. Also, 'he' could see that 'Laynie' was starting to act that way. He could tell, she was starting to act the way he had when he had been her. Realizing how she must be feeling and knowing that in this situation a hug would have calmed him, when he was Laynie of course. Mitch slid forward in his seat a little, then reached out and took Laynie's hands into his. And as gently as he could pulled her up to a standing position and then into his embrace. At first she felt a nervousness that was a little scary when Mitch leaned forward and even more-so when he reached out and took her hands into his. Then when he pulled her, she was dismayed that even though she resisted, he easily pulled her up out of the chair. And when he pulled her to him and wrapped his long powerful arms around her in a tender embrace, she just melted into his chest. The big man's gentle hug strangely comforted her. And she almost purred when he began running his large hands tenderly up and down her back. Wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on Mitch's shoulder, Laynie felt the tension that had been building begin to melt away. Surprisingly, she was enjoying being hugged, being comforted in the embrace of a man. Finally, after a few minutes, she pulled back. She realized she could smell the cologne that, actually she had put on that body. And chuckling as she realized she had put the cologne on that body to attract this body. Taking a deep breath, she enjoyed the combination of cologne and Mitch's masculine scent. And her head spun a bit. Looking, slightly down into the big man's eyes as she stood before him. Laynie smiled and then she leaned in and kissed Mitch. Mitch could feel Laynie's tension draining away. And as he softly massaged her back, he smiled as he heard her purr. He knew that this type of attention would calm the small girl. He had to admit he was enjoying this as well. As the embrace lingered on and on, he again realized how much he was enjoying being a man. To have a really cute girl wrapped up in his arms was so very nice. When she pulled back, he did not completely release her from his embrace and he was thankful that she did not try to get out of his arms. As she pulled back and looked into his eyes, he smiled as she smiled back at him. And he was a little surprised when she leaned in and began