YOUR NEW SCHOOL: LIVING THE DREAM
Jennifer Daniels was excited. She was about to perform her first ballet
recital! She had practiced for weeks and her instructor, Mrs. Horwell,
was extremely proud of her with her only being just eight years of age.
She had dressed in her finest attire showing her to be the prettiest
little ballerina than any of the other little girls.
She was clad head-to-toe in soft pink, from her leotard to her precious
ballet shoes. With the last few arrangements completed on her wide
little tutu and her darling tiara-adorned updo, she was ready to step on
stage and perform to the delight of her parents.
The spotlight cast its glare, highlighting her as she tip-toed onto the
stage to a round of applause. She went through her routine perfectly,
skipping, pirouetting, leaping and posing to her audience as they
enjoyed her every move. She knew how lucky she was to attend such a
glamorous school; she had always wanted to perform, and look beautiful
as she did!
As she finished her routine, she stood there at center stage, basking in
the round of applause. She saw her smiling parents in the crowd, her
mother wiping tears from her eyes with a tissue.
She stepped forward to curtsy as instructed to the audience when
suddenly, the lights on the audience dimmed then went dark as with the
applause. Everything ceased all at once, leaving her standing there in
deathly silence alone. The spotlight was still shining on her, yet all
around everything was pitch black. It was as if she was standing in a
void, completely alone. She felt a chill in the air come out of nowhere.
"Mrs. Horwell?" she called out. There was no response.
Frightened, "Mommy? Daddy?" Nothing, not even an echo from her own voice
as she stood there all alone.
"Anyone??" she cried out, her heart beginning to quicken.
Standing there she started to panic. She looked down at the floor. The
stage was taking on an odd shape, warping under her feet, turning
into... grass?!
Crying out with her little voice, "Anybody!! Please, help me!" she felt
the beginning of tears form.
Feeling dizzy it felt like a million little ants had started crawling
all over onto her body. With the tingling sensation came the thought of
her becoming... bigger! She looked on in horror as her body changed with
the start of her growing larger and gaining height.
Jennifer watched her beautiful pink tutu begin to dissolve all around
her. Yelling out: "No! Not my ballet outfit!" The tears started welling
up.
Her pink leotard was changing before her, splitting in two as the color
she loved washed away. The two small straps which held up her leotard on
little shoulders grew wider, spreading out into short sleeves as the
cute little bows vanished. The now white garment loosened up as it
formed into a white jersey. The lower half changed from white to blue as
a part of itself unraveled from the top. Splitting in half the lower
part continued to spiral down. Material formed around her waist as it
split in half down two distinctively taller legs, reaching back, coming
together covering each thigh in a seamless manner. Completed Jennifer
found herself wearing a pair of blue shorts!
A beautiful outfit befitting a lovely ballerina was no more! She
couldn't understand why! "What...what is happening to me?!?" she cried
only to feel the itching taking place on her head.
The lovely bun on top of her head soon unraveled itself as her long
brown hair began to shorten. Her tiara fell apart, the broken pieces
disappearing before they hit the ground. She tried grabbing at her
beautiful locks in an attempt to stop them from receding, all for
naught, as they slipped away from her fingers. Tears dropped as she
cried with the loss of her once gorgeous feminine mane having shaped
itself into a boyish crew cut.
Afraid to look down upon herself, her once soft tights were unraveling,
vanishing into nothingness, revealing much longer, muscular and hairier
legs. Unraveling threads stopped leaving only the section covering her
feet as it shifted to become rough looking socks with a sports brand
logo displayed on the side. Her lovely ballet shoes began to alter,
thicken, widen, turning to black synthetic leather. The same logo from
the socks appeared on them as well. The soft pink ribbons she had
lovingly tied over her ballet shoes morphed into rough shoelaces which
slid into newly-formed holes, aggressively retying themselves to ensure
the transformed shoes would stay on her feet. With tears flowing down,
she felt herself rise when cleats formed under the soles of new running
shoes, her now taller body shifted up slightly before digging into the
grass.
"I am.... I'm... I'm dressed like a boy! " She gasped and covered her
mouth with rough large hands. Her voice sounded different! Deeper with a
lower pitched. She even spoke differently! With the change of appearance
she never felt so scared.
Still the changes weren't done when down below concealed within her now
boy-shorts intense pressure built up between her legs. Appalled,
something was growing down there! With trembling hands one reached
within her shorts and yelped having touched something so foreign,
growing where once her nether-regions had been, covered with an
unsightly and unfamiliar display of underwear.
The spotlight expanded, lengthening its way outward from where she
stood, brightening all around as the once darkened surroundings came
into focus.
Standing in a field of grass, noticing white lines painted on the ground
and a sun displayed high in a blue sky she found herself standing
outside in what appeared to be a playing field. Cheers and shouting
filled the air all around her. Looking to one side, people were
scattered sitting in bleachers alongside the playing field. Within the
crowd benches sat her parents: her father was hollering something
indistinguishable while her mother signaled for her to turn around.
"Jeff, watch the pass!" yelled a boy who suddenly zipped past her. He
was wearing the same outfit as she was. Looking back behind her, dozens
of similarly dressed boys waited on the field. Many of them wore red
shirts and white shorts instead of the white and blue she was now
sporting.
Time seemed to slow down when one of the boys kick a black and white
ball straight towards her. With such a ferocious kick the patters of
white and black blurred as it spun in the air at such a high velocity.
With her unprepared for the rapidly approaching ball hands reached up to
cover her face as with letting out a fevered yell before the ball
impacted.
***
A high-pitched shriek resonated its way within the school dormitory,
waking nearly everyone up. Soft lights quickly came on as Miss Yvette,
the dormitory attendant, put on her dressing gown to checked on the
sudden commotion. Walking quickly she saw Jennifer sitting up in her
bed, shivering in her pretty pink nightie, tears running down hand
covered cheeks.
"What is the matter sweetheart?" she asked with a mothers concern as
with the looks of several other girls.
"I saw... a boy kick a ball in my face," she said softly refusing to
uncover her face.
"Oh you poor sweet darling, you just had a bad dream." Taking hold of
her as she went to reassure her.
"You know there are no boys here. And if there were, I'm very certain
they would soon be on their best behavior."
"Yes... yes I know Miss Yvette. Thank you." she sniffed finally allowing
the mistress to gently pull her hands away. Handed a tissue Jennifer
dabbed away the tears.
Miss Yvette stood up: "Alright girls," with a stern but gentle voice,
"she just another bad dream. It is late, and you need to go back to
sleep." The girls all slipped back under their covers as she turned off
the lights and returned to her room having soothed the young girl.
Jennifer's eyes stayed wide open. She was afraid to go back to sleep.
Her friend Alice Andrews looked over to her, then crawled out of bed.
She slinked over to Jennifer in her soft blue nightie whispering in her
ear: "Do you want to go to the locker room and talk? It might help you
feel better." She suggested.
"Yes, please." Jennifer answered with a slight sniffle. Alice took her
hand and quietly led her to a large room where all of the girl's kept
their belongings placed inside wooden lockers. Seating herself Jennifer
smoothed out her nightly on a stuffed bench next to the exit way leading
into the hairstyling room.
Quietly Alice picked up a hairbrush from the little purse stored within
her locker before taking a seat next to Jennifer and started brushing
her long locks, trying her best to comfort her best friend. Many of the
girls found Alice to always be there for them, comforting them in how
they were now away from home for the first time.
She felt as if it was her job to ensure they were all taken care of. The
girls seeing her as a positive leader and role model to follow.
"So a boy kicked a ball at you? That is not so scary, is it?" she asked.
"No, I guess not. But before that..." Jennifer hesitated then started
stammering unsure if she wanted to tell the rest.
"What happened?" Alice prodded, almost afraid to hear it. She had
listened to where other girls described their own nightmares. There had
been a rash of them recently. The bits and pieces she had heard about
were all so similar.
"It was like the other girls were saying," said Jennifer, confirming
Alice's worries. "In my dream, I was at the ballet recital, and then
everything changed... I changed."
"You mean a dream where your clothes disappear?"
"And my hair! My pretty hair!" she sobbed having clutched her hair with
both hands to affirm it's presence, holding on to her locks for dear
life. "It was awful!" Alice took hold then hugged her friend.
"Do not be upset, your hair is fine! It is as beautiful as it has always
been." Jennifer smiled weakly, wiping the tears away. She came to a
sudden realization.
"In my dream, I think I became..."
"What?"
"I think I turned into a boy." Leaving Alice shocked. She had never
heard that before. It was so utterly bizarre.
"Well Jennifer, the only thing I see is a beautiful girl just like me.
You should forget all about this silly dream. We will have a lovely day
tomorrow, I promise!"
Jennifer was happy and pleased to be cared for by such a wonderful
friend. "Thank you Alice. Thank you ever so much." They hugged again
sweetly once more before returning to bed.
***
Soft classical music started playing from the dormitory speakers. It was
a lovely tune to wake up with. The pretty nightie-clad little girls
cutely yawned and stretched as they got up. As instructed they waited
for each other then all walked in a row to the locker room, fetching
toothbrushes and towels as they headed for the baths and showers. After
they had finished cleaning up, they put on their soft frilly
undergarments and headed for hair styling.
Miss Yvette greeted the girls as they walked in to begin a daily
dressing routine, taking pleasure hearing them compliment her attire.
Today she had taken to wearing a red and yellow polka-dotted dress with
upturned satin cuffs.
A wide black belt with a silver buckle cinched her waist as a wide skirt
reached slightly past her knees, the crinoline underneath giving it a
beautiful shape. She was expertly made up and her hair was artfully
arranged in a chic beehive style. Her legs were covered in white
pantyhose and on her feet were yellow high-heeled pumps. Around her neck
lay a pretty scarf matching her shoes. Her hands were covered by little
white gloves.
She was in charge of supervising the hair stylists and dressing room
ladies who had been hired to ensure that each girl would be made to look
as beautiful as possible every day. The employed ladies were all fairly
young, attractive women. They all wore the same styled uniform
resembling that of a French maids: dark pink dresses with full skirts
covered by frilly aprons. All had been instructed to keep their hair
tied into buns under lacy bonnets with a dark pink bow over on the side.
They were often assisted by some of the students who had asked to be
woken up early, already coiffed and were eager to help out. Alice was
usually among them, having decided to sleep a little more given the
mishap during the night. She was just as excited to go through her
dressing routine with everyone else.
The girls waited patiently in their chairs as the stylists brushed their
beautiful long locks to a fine sheen. Once finished they then began to
style the girls hair in the appropriate feminine fashion as mandated by
Madam Margaret's dress code. None of the girls had a say as to what
style they would sport: their appearance governed by the headmistress
for the day having already been selected. None of them minded however.
They happily allowed their heads to be styled, waiting to be surprised.
Once their hair was completed, they walked towards the fitting room
through a long corridor aligned with large mirrors adorning the walls,
allowing them to admire their beautiful hairstyles.
Alice smiled broadly as she walked to the mirrors, seeing her adorable
twin ponytails bouncing gaily behind her head. They were secured in
place with pretty green ribbons tied into bows. She turned around to
greet then compliment her friends on their appearance for the day,
having seen Michelle Peters' new curly Shirley Temple hairstyle with a
lovely blue ribbon hair band.
Penelope Walters walked in afterwards, giggling as she showed off her
beautiful low chignon which hung at the back of her head, decorated with
a lacy pink bow.
Alice warned them: "Be sure to compliment Jennifer as much as possible
as soon when you see her hair. Last night, she had one of those horrible
nightmares the others have been having." Penelope placed her hands in
front of her mouth emitting a girlish gasp.
"You mean the one where all your pretty clothes go away...?" in a
whisper.
"And your hair-" Michelle continued keeping her worried voice lowered.
"Yes!" interrupted Alice to ensure she wouldn't have to hear the rest.
"I spent the better part of last night consoling her. I am certain we
can make her feel better today."
"Maybe we should inform Madam Margaret about this," suggested Michelle.
"It has happened much more lately." Penelope agreed. "It sounds
horrible," she added as a shiver went down her spine.
More and more of the beautified students happily walked into the
corridor, admiring themselves in the mirrors. The three friends turned
around and waited, smiling as they saw Jennifer join them. Her hair fell
into a beautiful cascade of curls down her upper back, pulled up
slightly at the back of her head. Yellow flower barrettes were
strategically pinned. She happily started preening before the mirror on
the wall. Her hair was just as gorgeous as it had always been, thank
goodness!
Alice, Michelle and Penelope immediately showered her with compliments,
which she kindly returned. She was so happy to be surrounded by such
caring friends. She knew she would have done the same had they gone
through such a horrible night.
"Alright ladies," called Miss Yvette as she came out of the styling
room.
"You must stop faffing about and head straight to the fitting room. You
mustn't be late!" The four friends immediately obeyed, hurrying to make
sure they weren't the last girls to be wonderfully outfitted!
When they arrived into the large room, the girls were handed each a pair
of ruffled socks or tights, depending on what was intended for them to
wear. Once donned dressing room ladies then buckled precious Mary Jane
shoes to their feet. In rows of two other dressing ladies made them step
into their lacy petticoats when approached, which were gently lifted and
placed above their hips. Girls were then encouraged to give them a good
twirl to ensure they were fastened on correctly.
Once properly petticoated, the girls headed single file to one of the
ten individual dressing stations, each of turned to face full length
mirrors. There, they patiently waited for the ladies to come with the
dresses that had been selected for them. There were hundreds of
enchanting frocks to choose from in the back room, and the schools dress
code specifically stated each student was to wear as many of them as
possible throughout the year.
Alice shivered in anticipation, looking in earnest at the light green
bows in her hair, eager to see what she would be allowed to wear. Once
the lady arrived, she closed her eyes and raised her arms dutifully,
allowing her dress to be lowered then fitted onto her body. She giggled
as she felt the soft material of the delightfully feminine attire cover
her little frame as the skirt was adjusted to properly cover her
petticoats. The dressing lady then proceeded to adjust the puffy sleeves
before tying the soft satin sash into place with a wide bow at her back.
Little white gloves were handed out to put on her hands, as with heart-
shaped earrings placed on her ears. Alice was then told she could open
her eyes. She cooed when she saw her reflection. Her lovely light green
frock had a beautiful leafy pattern all around the knee-length, lace-
trimmed skirt. Large buttons lay on the front of the bodice and a lacy
scalloped collar. The puffy sleeve cuffs were also trimmed with white
lace. She could feel the large green bow of her sash bouncing behind her
when she moved. Happily swishing her skirts left and right, looking at
herself from every pretty angle, she performed a series of pirouettes
from the dressing station, once she thanked the lady who outfitted her
with a proper curtsy before leaving.
Alice waited once more for her friends in the hallway, as they too went
through the same dressing process. Other students, now beautifully
attired, were exiting. She saw Danielle, a new student, happily skipping
out. She was sporting cute twin braids tied with lilac-colored bows
matching her scalloped-skirted, butterfly-patterned dress.
A few minutes later, Michelle arrived clad in a beautiful powder blue
dress with a full pleated skirt reaching her knees. It had a slim ribbon
sash tied into a small bow at her back and rows of ruffles adorning the
bodice, stopping at the lacy high collar. The puffy sleeves were of a
transparent blue material, giving the dress a wispy, dreamy look. It was
every bit as adorable as her curly new hairstyle.
"They have given me a lovely dress to wear today, did they not Alice?"
Spinning around, causing pleat after pleat to swirl about her waist to
the approval of her friend. "I think this one may be my favorite!" she
added.
Alice giggled. "You say this every morning!" she said teasingly.
Penelope soon joined them, holding her long skirts in her hands. The
ladies were under strict orders from Madam Margaret to outfit her in
longer dresses. Her friends were always enthralled at her appearance,
and this time was no exception. She wore a very full, very pink dress
with a frilly layered outer skirt with three dark pink ribbons tied into
bows circling her fastened in the back as with Alice. Her hem reached
all the way down to her glossy pink shoes.
The hem had lacy trim, as did her wide, square collar with a little bow
at the middle. A lustrous pearl necklace was placed around her neck, and
she wore matching earrings. She immediately became the center of
attention, as she did every morning. She kindly thanked everyone with
the most adorable curtsy, reveling in her girlishness.
Alice and Michelle immediately reminded her that it was again important
to give Jennifer as much attention as possible when she emerged out of
the fitting room. Penelope quickly understood and happily turned around
to give her friend all the space she needed to make her entrance. More
and more beautiful little girls walked out, joining their friends,
handing out and basking in the others compliments on their appearance.
Many of the girls also stopped and waited to see Jennifer's appearance
so they too could comfort her having witnessed or heard word of her bad
dream. Many of the once former boys themselves, had similar experiences
previously and wanted to show their support thanks to Alice.
Jennifer looked radiant, clad in a yellow dress with a frilly white lace
overlay. A bodice adorned with white pearl buttons as with a satin sash
of yellow fastened in the front. Her dress had a slightly shorter
flower-patterned skirt swirling prettily above her knees when twirled,
giving a little glimpse of lace trim hidden beneath her underskirts.
Cute anklets ruffled in white trim displayed themselves as she showed
off her Mary Janes with their little bows of yellow. Pretty bracelets
and little yellow dangling earrings completed the ensemble. Girls
happily applauded once Jennifer came out.
Jennifer felt so relieved: she was still seen as the beautiful little
girl she had always been! She could forget about that horrible dream.
She happily joined her friends and walked hand-in-hand with Alice to the
school cafeteria.
After breakfast, Alice confided in her: "You could sit out ballet this
week if you want. I am certain Mrs. Horwell would understand."
With an adamant no! "I want to do as you said, leave the dream behind. I
came to this school to dance!" she proclaimed as she twirled in the
hall, enjoying the feeling of her skirts flying up all around her. She
couldn't imagine wearing anything else to class. And with that
declaration she was ready to start the day.
***
Angela took to strolling her way down the city streets, looking at the
map on the screen of her phone. The day had started off with a
dreariness with the falling raindrops when she woke. Scanning the sky it
had just stopped raining, leaving but gray clouds to still hover over
the drab colors of the dull city, giving it a depressing aura. The
overcast only added to her annoyance.
"I can bend reality itself, but can't find where you've moved to. How
typical, mother!," she muttered under her breath.
It had been a few weeks since she had transformed the boarding school
where she once worked. An act of such magnitude had taken months of
planning and consolidation of magic leaving her expended once she used
up all of her magical energy. She had yet to begin the tedious task of
refocusing and rebuilding her power: she wanted to stay away from any
magic for the time being. She had done the deed as a favor for some very
powerful people, and now she was free and intended to enjoy every second
of it.
That being until she received a message from her mother inviting her to
dinner. Delivered by a raven no less. She was so old-fashioned in her
ways.
Rounding passed a street corner where a homeless man sat, dirty and
beaten down she thought to herself: "If I had a conscience it would tell
me to give this person some change, but since I have no conscience..."
She coldly ignored him and kept on walking.
Venturing into a lower-class neighborhood poorly dressed children
mingled in the street. They all stared at her as she walked by wearing a
black raincoat with a black ruffled blouse underneath, a long red plaid
skirt and high black leather boots. Long black hair shined luxuriously
as it floated in the breeze displaying a nicely framed face made up with
very red lipstick. On her shoulder hung a fashionable leather purse. The
ancient necklace hung from her neck, hidden from view inside her blouse.
In this part of town, her display of clothing attire caused her to stick
out like a sore thumb.
"Why would she move here of all places?" she wondered casting a quick
glance downward. Her phone indicated how she could get to her
destination faster if she take one of the back streets.
The buildings looked old, worn and lifeless with her arrival at the
alleyways entrance. Its interior was grey, wet and dark. No one appeared
to be around.
'If I had any common sense I would avoid taking these kinds of
shortcuts. But since I have no common sense...' admitting to a given
fault before proceeding to go into the long alley, her high-heeled
footsteps clicking then echoing off the enclosed walls. She wasn't too
far now placing her phone back in her purse when the back door of one of
the buildings slammed open, startling her with its proclamation of her
ill decision in deciding to take the shortcut. She was only halfway
through the passage.
From the entranceway stepped out three muscular, tattooed young men
wearing thuggish looking clothes. From the room they occupied waifs of
putrid-smelling smoke filled the air. Each walked with a confident
swagger many would expect from inner city gang members, which they
obviously were. One, a tall black man, displayed a goatee his smile
showing off a gold tooth. He wore a dingy white wife beater and worn
jeans. His head was covered by a red bandanna hiding most of his hair.
Another, clearly of Latin descent, wore a shirt with a single fastened
button displaced at the collar, displaying a shorter t-shirt underneath.
He to wore a red bandanna on his head purposefully drooped slightly over
his eyes. His baggy pants hung low enough to see his underwear.
Nonchalantly he played with a switchblade, swinging it open and closed
for effect. The third and last man was white, his body heavily tattooed
clad in a loose basketball jersey hanging over a white t-shirt, and long
shorts. His eyes clearly communicated bad intentions, as did the gaze of
his two buddies.
In an arrogant tone the white guy was the obvious leader of this small
pack. "Well what do we have here. You lost sweet thing?"
"I am not, as a matter of fact. If you gentlemen would kindly step
aside, I'll be on my way" showing no signs of being intimidated. Their
macho, predatory posturing sickened her.
"Baby wants us to move Nate," said the black thug to his friend not
moving. Angela could detect a hint of French in his accent: he most
likely was from some immigrant family.
The white tattooed man nodded and smirked in return "Sure thing, we
gonna move, 'soon as you pay the fine, cuz your sweet ass is crossin'
our territory now," said the thug identified now as Nate.
Angela looked around, mockingly. "Your territory? That's odd, I don't
recall seeing any of your names written anywhere." It was against her
nature to back down from threats regretting the outburst wishing she
knew when to hold her tongue better.
The Latino thug stepped forward flicking the knife open again, taking
his sweet time as he approached her.
"How about I just cut up our names in your pretty white skin. Then you'd
know..." he said with a sadistic smile. Pointing the blade forward, "Now
what's in 'dat little purse of yours?" Starting to feel afraid, Angela
refused to display it outwardly. Her face looked perfectly calm in the
face of three thugs who could very well end her in this quiet alley. She
knew there was no way back: she would never be able to outrun them
wearing her current boots.
She touched at her neck sensing the pendant was still cold, lifeless.
She needed more time to focus, to stall them longer deciding they could
have the purse.
With an annoyed sigh belying her true feelings, Angela removed her
shoulder bag tossing it at the would be thug.
Catching it easily he gave a mechanical laugh. Easy money he thought
setting it down, satisfied at first when he pulled out her cell phone,
which he tossed to Nate. He kept rummaging through and stopped when he
realized there was only a few papers, a mirror, lipstick and a few
cosmetic products and some loose change.
"No wallet here," he stated to the black thug. "No real cash neither."
"Well, looks like you only got this here phone" said Nate. He waggled it
in her face. "Problem is, we all got phones. Some of us got three." They
all looked at each other and laughed a maniacal laugh . Still Nate put
the phone in his pocket regardless.
"Wonderful." replied Angela. "You threaten the defenseless and steal
from them. Your parents must be so proud," she added with a look of
utter contempt.
"Shut your mouth, bitch" snarled Nate. "Our folks worked hard every day
of their lives and got shit to show for it." She felt a slight warmth at
her neck. Good she thought, her pendant was drawing on their emotions.
She was getting them on the hook.
"On 'da other hand," Nate indicated, "we got it made. We got money,
clothes, big screen TV and sweet honeys. We own this place. The police
don't even show up 'round here. We're livin' the dream." With the sudden
change in his demur the negative emotions flowed from him to her. He was
showing pride in his criminal ways. This was going to be terrific.
"Now you're gonna be a good girl and give us what you got around your
neck." Having eyed the strand partially hidden causing her eyes to
suddenly go wide. This could be trouble!
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be worth much to you," in a slightly nervous
tone. Trying to buy more time!
"Nah bitch," ignoring her plea, "there's no piece of fine jewelry we
can't make a load of money on." said Nate.
The black thug approached her, licking his lips. "Now be a good girl and
give me it."
In a stern voice "I will not," taking a slight step back.
With a shrug the much stronger thug reached out grabbing hold of her,
trying to rip the pendant from her neck. Struggling to wrestle free from
him, muscular arms prevented her escape as he was getting the better of
her. Being forcibly assaulted Angela desperately needed her power, now!
With his forceful assult, her attackers aggression flowed towards her
channeled forth into the pendant.
From its once lifeless form, the energy built within, growing, causing
the stone to slightly glow into a reddish sheen. With it a sudden rush
of energy started rising inside Angela as it filled up with anger and
hate.
"GET OFF ME!!!" Her yell echoed unnaturally in the alley, ushering a
faint rumbling sound around them.
With a sudden burst of magical energy, she pushed her assailant away,
propelling him with such force the air rippled around her hands, making
her hair and skirt swirl wildly about her body. The would be thug flew
into the building wall with a thud and fell back down face first into
the alley, knocking himself loopy.
With Angela's sudden display of power the other two thugs froze,
mesmerized, unable to phantom what just happened. Together they both
looked around in shock, looking to see if anybody else had been around
to see what they saw. Regrettably no one was.
Reaching behind Nate immediately withdrew a handgun and pointing it
straight at Angela. He looked over to his injured buddy and yelled to
the Latino thug: "Marcus! Go check on him!"
Complying Marcus immediately headed over asking "Antwone you OK?," as he
tried pulling up his downed friend.
Turning his attention back to Angela: "How the hell d'you do that? Who
the hell are you?"
With and otherworldly echo her voice resonated "Someone you don't want
to mess with."
"What... the hell are you?" Nate asked, his eyes taking on a new found
fear. 'She was some kind of freak!' he thought.
Holding her pendant tightly in her hand and unbeknownst to Nate, his
fear was being channeled into the stone, allowing Angela's abilities to
amplify. Created to absorb every emotion, the stone convert them to
mystical energy, she just needed a little more. Still there was
uncertainty if she could use her power beyond what had already been
done. The power stored usually took weeks, sometimes months to channel
properly. Now she had to focus.
Trembling Nate continued yet doubt crept into him. Not wanting to lose
face towards the others he demanded with a shaky voice : "Alright, gimme
that thing, and you can walk on outta here."
"And what if I don't? I have no reason to trust you." Angela questioned
seeing she was gaining the upper hand.
Once Marcus picked up Antwone, the other thug struggled to gain his
bearings. As soon as he did he pushed his buddy away. "Man, let go!"
having turned around to face the others.
"Nate! Dis Bitch is crazy. Just shoot 'er!" Nate gave an agreeing nod
with seeing his fellow thug rise.
"Sorry sweetheart, but you ain't ever making it out of here." Angela
looked at the gun knowing the time had come as Nate squeezed the
trigger.
With the firing all the greed, fear, anger and now desperation combined
to form into one murderous intent. The flow of negative energy pulled
together, flowing rapidly into the pendant's center stone.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl around Angela. With speed unseen from
normal humans perception, she dodged the incoming round as it whizzed by
her face. The suddenness of her movement caused her fall down on her
side.
Dumbfounded Nate couldn't believe he missed. Immediately he aimed down,
ready to shoot again.
Angela looked up towards him, her vision had narrowed allowing her to
only see straight ahead.
Within her, she felt... power. Focused, she was ready feeling the same
rush from when she had first stood atop the gymnasium balcony.
Revelation dawned on her with how simple it was to regain her powers.
Far more simpler than she thought: she only had to almost die.
Reading herself, "Here goes nothing," she said to herself in the split-
second before Nate pulled the trigger again
Swiftly she raised her hand commanding, "Freeze!" Nate immediately
became frozen in place, unable to move, save his eyes which began
darting every which way in fear and confusion. His buddies stood there
also confused yelling at him, asking why he wasn't shooting her.
"I... can't...," he replied, gritting his teeth. "Help... me..." Angela
got up, feeding on their growing fear.
With a finger, "And don't you dare move either!" she pointed at Marcus
and Antwone. They too froze. All they could do was stand there and watch
as she walked over to grab her bag discarded on the ground, taking to
yank her phone out of Nate's pocket along the way. Her hair almost
seemed to float behind her as she moved.
"So this is your territory right? Not anymore." She picked up her purse
and walked back in front of an immobile Nate. She looked deep into his
eyes, staring at him a few inches away from his face.
With almost an evil grin, "It's time for you to know what it's like to
feel weak and defenseless... young lady." She waved her hand.
Excruciating pain overwhelmed Nate's body as flesh started contracting,
diminishing in size. Reflectively the handgun fell to the ground as he
started convulsing, his muscles fading away. His buddies' eyes showed
conveyed absolute horror in seeing a grown man shrink down to the size
of a small child.
Angela turned towards them. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she
demanded. "Go join your friend in girlhood!" waving at them, taking
pleasure in watching them unfreeze, hands clutching their sides in pure
agony. She enjoyed hearing the deep masculine voices cry out. The deep
voices once so menacing changed in pitch becoming higher and higher as
they regressed to adolescence. She turned to the now long-haired Nate
hands clutching between his legs as he felt his genitals inverting
inwards leaving a small fleshy fold from male to female.
His friends soon experienced the same pain of losing their man hoods, as
wave after wave of long hair grew outwards from their heads, causing
their bandannas to blow off their smaller heads. Their facial hair was
deftly erased as their skin smoothed, softening. Manly facial features
reshaped from their once rugged masculine form to take on the shape of
young adorable females.
Angela began to laugh as the transformations ended jubilant it had
worked. Once more she had successfully changed their bodies into their
younger, female forms. She watched them try to get up, looking at each
other in utter confusion and terror. It was especially hilarious in how
they didn't look so imposing given that their thuggish clothing had
shrunk along with them. If anything they looked comical.
"What..." said Nate, shocked to hear his new little girl voice. "What
did you..." He looked down at himself, and his small hands. He
immediately pulled open his pants placing a hand down giving a girlish
shriek in a manner most unmanly.
"It's gone! It's gone!! What did you do?!?" he yelled in a shrill voice.
He looked back to Marcus who was also began checking inside his smaller,
yet still outwardly visible boxers. His lips quivered as he realized he
now had the body of a little girl. Antwone was grasping hold of the wavy
hair which had grown at length as an afro. His new, very cute face
conveyed the expression all of the former men held inside with their
diminish size and shapes. He was barely moving still in a haze of shock.
Angela taunted them. "Aww... just look at your new selves! Aren't you
the most precious little things!"
Yelling, Nate demanded in his little girl voice, "Shut up bitch!" which
was very funny to hear coming from him as he tried to sound
intimidating.
Laughing Angela then frowned as she saw that his arms still displayed
those rotten tattoos. "I think you little ladies need some cleaning up!
This may sting a little..." not caring as she waved her hand.
Those little stings promised turned out to be an understatement when all
three girls fell to their knees, squealing as their skin felt as if they
were on fire. Hours of intricate needlework were being erased as their
skin rejected the ink, pushed outwards from their pores which liquefied
and splattered on the ground, drying instantly. Tears were streaming
down their faces as the horrible process carried itself out.
Once over, they stood up again with the vestige of every last tattoo
scrubbed clean from their bodies leaving behind only perfectly soft skin
with no traces of ink work ever being there. Frightened they wondered
how was this possible?! Soft hands rubbed over where favored patterns
had once shined.
"Much better, you look much more presentable now!," gloated Angela.
Nate, tear stains still visible on his cheeks, looked at his now naked
arms, enraged. 'That... witch! That witch was going to pay!' spying his
gun on the ground. He jumped to it taking hold of it with his smaller
hands hefting it before him once picked up. Again he pointed a now
heavier gun towards her.
"Do as you wish," said Angela with indifference. "I'm sure you'll be
quite pleased with the results in a few moments!" She raised her hand.
Nate trembled. She was smiling! Why was she smiling?! He was going to
kill her!
"It's a trick!" yelled Marcus in his frightened little voice. With his
holding of his new long dark brown tresses before him, he displayed the
image of a scared little girl frightened out of her wits.
Angry Nate didn't care. He had nothing to lose as he struggled to pull
the trigger, needing to use two tiny fingers.
No bullet left the chamber when he was pulled the trigger back. He
couldn't believe his eyes once he saw what extended out instead. He had
once seen a magician use a trick gun in an act where a thin metallic rod
lengthened out of the front gun displaying the words 'BANG'. Instead of
'bang' the rod continued to lengthen spawning what looked like tiny
chrome branches sprouting out from the end arching towards him. The thin
metal rods were soon covered by what appeared to be thin white fabric.
He jumped as the metallic strands opened outwards with an audible
"plop!," spreading the material into a wider, circular shape.
"What the f... !? An umbrella?" muttering to himself at a loss of what
happened.
He continued to watch as the material formed a beautiful lacy pattern,
the rim spawning pretty peach-colored ruffles with bows affixed all
around.
The gun itself soon changed form in his hands, slimming out, becoming
lighter as it transformed into a white crooked handle. What had once
been a weapon had transformed into a now delicate, feminine parasol
every bit as harmless as it was lovely.
"Ooh, very pretty!" said Angela in a mocking tone. "It suits you
perfectly!" Nate looked at his friends, totally shell-shocked. He
whimpered as his hands started holding the parasol in a feminine manner,
prettily framed over his head, against his will.
Dumbfounded Marcus and Antwone couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Not only had they been transformed into little girls, but now their
friend's gun had been turned into a girly parasol! The look of sheer
fright on Nate's face conveyed the story.
Marcus decided he needed to do something, taking out his switchblade
moving forward towards Angela as she raised a hand. Moving quickly the
blade flicked open and gasped: instead of the expected blade swinging
out, a little rod unfolded displaying a wide lacy red fabric with a rose
pattern. It grew in size slightly, completing its metamorphosis into a
delicate, flowery ladies' fan.
Marcus yelped as he saw his favorite possession was no more. His first
instinct was to drop it, except his hand wouldn't let go. Instead he
couldn't stop himself when he raised it demurely in front of his face,
eyes wide, mouth agape hidden behind the waving fan. Scared he tried
vainly to stop the fluttering of waves unable to stop it.
"Oh my! You are turning quite into the lovely little miss!" complimented
Angela. She was rather pleased with herself: that last change had even
surprised her!
Antwone still in place holding onto his long afro hair, unable or
unwilling to move. He was trying to convince himself what was happening
wasn't. Not wanting to believe this wasn't happening. He kept telling
himself this woman hadn't really turned him and his buddies into little
girls and he was going to wake up any minute now. Angela looked in his
direction to further taunt him.
"So little cutie, not so tough now are you?" He didn't respond staring
without seeing her with near glazed eyes. If she wanted to make the
magic work she needed to snap him out of his trance. Smiling wickedly a
the most devilish idea formed.
"You wanted my pendant did you? Well, you can't have it. But cheer up!
You can have a pretty necklace of your very own!" Antwone suddenly felt
a small pressure build in his mouth letting out a squeamish scream as
his gold tooth magically yanked itself out. The searing pain then
immediately subsided as another normal tooth instantly grew out and
replaced it.
The gold tooth warped and changed shape, flattening itself as it turn
into a sparkly little heart. A golden chain weaved itself out, attaching
itself around his neck, creating a lovely gold necklace.
"Isn't it pretty? Consider it my gift to you." Considering further,
"Tell you what: I'll even give you a purse, since you wanted mine!" His
wallet ejected itself out of his pocket. Floating in midair the black
and worn walled grew in size as all of its contents altered. A long
strap formed stretching out, launching itself as the strap grew over
then down his shoulder. The scratched and worn color changed into a
vibrant shade of violet as a pretty bow formed on the front where a
shiny clasp lay. Antwone's hands stayed in place doing nothing to remove
the new purse hanging from his body.
The three former men were beyond frightened at this point. Not only had
that woman taken away their strength, their size, their power... their
masculinity! Now she had even transformed their possessions! Nate's rage
swelled inside as he looked at the delicate parasol he couldn't drop.
"You bitch, you shit?" yelling a string of obscenities at Angela before
his voice cracked and tears started welling up seeing the saddest
spectacle before him, but to him she certainly deserved it.
"I think we've heard enough from you right now. Listen attentively." The
three former men froze once more unable to speak or move their bodies
about. They could only listen, trembling.
"You are probably wondering what is going on, so allow me to explain,"
she said as she slung her purse back over her shoulder.
"Imagine your parents. Picture them now younger, and successful: all of
their hard work had paid off and they live wonderfully. Now imagine that
instead of having wretched little boys who would grow up to be vile,
thieving, murderous criminals, they had the sweetest little girly-girls
imaginable. Well, this is who you have become: the feminine versions of
yourselves!"
Shock resonated through the three of them. None of the former men
couldn't, wouldn't believe it... they didn't dare to believe it! Their
minds refusing it was possible! Even with everything that's happened to
them they couldn't accept it was true!
"And here's the kicker: your parents are so pleased with their beautiful
little girls they've enrolled you into the most prestigious and
wonderful school to ensure they remain delightfully girlish. 'YOU' will
become prim and proper ladies that will one day marry into high society.
And I will happily send you there!" She pulled her phone out of her bag
as the former men stood there, mouths agape. "I have the principal on
speed dial!" she said with a wink and a giggle. Everything she told them
was said in a mocking, belittling tone to further humiliate them.
None of the three came to expect what was to come next in their wildest
nightmare, beyond anything they could have imagined. Angela was ready
for the next part. She was so going to enjoy having some fun.
"Now that you know about your new roles, we?," pointing her fingers at
the former men, "meaning you, need to look the part don't we?" She waved
both hands at the three former men.
"Time for your makeover!" All three saw their new long hair begin to
swirl all about and around their heads, as if their hair had somehow
become alive. Nate saw his long hair curl into spirals, gathering into
old-fashioned sausage curls that cascaded down the back of his head. A
peach-colored satin ribbon materialized placing itself high at the back
of his head.
Marcus' dark brown curls styled themselves beautifully around his slim
shoulders. A wide, dark red hair band appeared on top of his head, where
a satin rose sprouted then bloomed.
Antwone winced as he felt his hair heat up. He soon found out why when
he felt his long afro hair falling behind his back magically
straightened! Part of his hair fell forward showing off a healthy sheen
of black hair before changing form. The front of his hair shaped itself
into bouncy bangs as his shoulder-length locks began curling upwards at
the ends, creating a girlish flip. Two pretty lavender bows attached
themselves to both sides adding further cuteness to the new little girl
hairstyle.
As soon as their hair finished styling themselves, a tickling sensation
grew under their clothing along their sensitive skin as soft lacy
camisoles appeared where their once underwear had been. Marcus could
watch his underwear shift inside his smaller baggy pants, becoming
softer and frillier. All three experienced what Marcus was seeing as
their male underwear shifted into proper little panties. They squirmed
with embarrassment after the change. Expensive sneakers, most likely
stolen were the next to transform.
Laces disappeared as the holes widened, soles hardened as they grew a
bit at the heels. The material shifted to leather as the colors changed:
Nate's changed to were peach-colored appeared with little white bows,
Marcus' turned a deep red with little decorative roses on the front.
Antwone's turned completely white and had a slightly higher heel than
the others.
Finally, little straps formed snaking across exposed feet, buckling
themselves to adorable Mary Jane clad feet. Socks quickly followed suit:
Nathan and Marcus saw theirs turning white and growing up their legs,
weaving and joining together in what were to become soft tights, while
Antwone's turned to frilly ruffled socks.
"Now girls, say goodbye to your pants, because these will be the last
pair you will ever wear!" said Angela with a laugh. The three friends
gasped in unison.
Angela's hand did a slow methodical vertical motion going from the top
to bottom.
The inseams of the pants and shorts split open exposing their legs
before fusing together, following Angela's hand motion all the way down
to their front. The melding of the legs completed, Marcus and Antwone
saw their new lower garment had been shortened to reach their knees,
while Nate's former shorts lengthened and fluttered down all the way to
his little girl shoes. Dismayed, the once masculine thugs could only
stand and watch as their pants weaved into skirts!
The changes weren't through: the fabric of rough skirts became softer
and swishier, changing color as the hems spawned frills and lace. The
waistlines then raised themselves high above their hips. Marcus tried
holding down his new dark red skirt to keep it from going up his little
body, but to no avail. Having positioned itself, layers of red frills
and pretty decorative roses spawned all around the skirt, almost in
punishment for him in even trying.
Skirts started merging with their shirts, spreading their colors and
changing the material to match. Cloth once separated between the two
disappeared as clothing merged to unite forming a single garment. Nate
watched as the t-shirt under his basketball jersey turned into the same
peach color as his new long frilly-trimmed skirt. He felt it open at the
back before buttons appeared to close and fasten. The collar grew lacier
as sleeves began puffing up. His basketball jersey lost all its letter
markings as it turned white, then grew transparent becoming a pretty
lace overlay which grew longer, fluttering down beautifully over his
skirt; studded with pretty white satin bows. A white sash appeared at
the waist, tying itself into a large white bow in the front with a cute
little heart centered in the middle.
Marcus' single-fastened button collar separated from his shirt, crawling
its way up his neck becoming a pretty black satin choker. The button
morphed into a delicate little rose at the center. The top of what
remained of his rapidly reddening shirt grew wider, shifting into a
frilly peasant neckline. He noticed the dark red sash of the dress had a
similar flowery pattern as the fan he held in his hand. Soon his hands
grew pale covered by soft white fabric ending with lacy cuffs. Amazed in
the appearance of what transpired his hands were now wearing pretty
little gloves!
Antwone's lavender skirt spread its floral print to his rapidly changing
wife beater top. As with the others puffy sleeves grew with white ribbon
cuffs. His embarrassment reached its apex when a lovely white pinafore
trimmed with French lace appeared over his new dress as with a lavender
ribbon sash forming over it at the waist. An adorable bow showed two
ends dangling at the back, hanging down longer than the skirt. All three
were now outfitted in beautiful dresses many girls their age could only
dream of wearing.
"And now for the finishing touch!" said Angela having spread her arms
out. "Assume the position ladies!" her voice demanded with the now
beautifully dressed former men compelled to spread their arms out wide,
copying her movement not sure what to expect.
With the start of faint rustling sounds they all looked down seeing
their skirts swish and begin to move. Their soft legs were soon being
caressed and tickled as layers upon layers of lacy underskirts began
forming around their legs expanding outwards. Skirts filled out and
spread rapidly around their little bodies widening their dresses to a
timelessly feminine shape.
"Beautiful!" said Angela pleased with the results. The look on the faces
of her freshly-petticoated attackers was priceless! They were well
beyond humiliation and embarrassment. She could tell with their shameful
stance to one another she had shattered them on the inside. She took
special pleasure in Nate, with him standing there in his long, very full
peach dress, holding up his pretty parasol as he broke down and cried
just as any girl would when presented in such feminine attire. Many
would assume he was crying with joy having been deemed the fairest of
the three.
His two other friends almost looked catatonic as they just stood there
in utter disbelief.
"Look how easily you cry! You truly are a little girl!" she said to
further his embarrassment. She would have felt sorry for him had he not
attempted to kill her... but she couldn't just leave him there crying.
She walked over to the red bandannas laying where they had fallen
earlier on the ground. Picking them up both had transformed into lacy
white handkerchiefs. She placed one in Antwone's little purse, and then
casually walked over to Nate. Taking advantage of his inability to move,
she wiped his tears, smiling at him the whole time. Once finished, she
put the tear stained cloth back in her bag as a souvenir.
"Now before I send you off to your new school, you might need a bit of
practice. I'm going to need all of you to give me your best curtsy!" The
three former men looked at each other with a confused look. Angela
couldn't tell if they were too embarrassed or they simply didn't
understand what she wanted them to do. She quickly typed "curtsy" into
the dictionary application of her phone and gleefully read the
definition aloud for them.
"Curtsy, noun. A formal gesture of greeting and respect made by women in
which the knees are bent, the head slightly bowed, and the skirt held
outwards." She waved her hand: "Like this!" The three former thugs
struggled, trying to resist the magic, but their little bodies
disobeyed. Nate and Marcus, holding their parasol and lacy fan
respectively, bowed sweetly while lifting one side of their skirts with
their free hands. Antwone used both his hands to spread his skirt wide
as he bowed, showing a glimpse of the frills hidden underneath. It was
the sweetest looking, yet most humiliating form of display. Standing
before her the three former young men felt as if they wanted to die in
having to bow before their aggressor, completely powerless to stop the
witch from degrading them completely. Inside them was a boiling mix of
anger, hate, fear and embarrassment, which only powered Angela's magic
further.
'It's time to finish this' she thought walking towards the first former
thug. "So your name is Nate. I suppose it's short for Nathan?" Nathan
meekly nodded yes.
"Well Nathan, you've had your fun. Now that you're all dressed up, it's
time for your inner girl to come out and play!" His eyelids suddenly
felt heavy drooping as he closed his eyes with but a wave of her hand.
She waited, watching in anticipation as her magic went to work on the
former thug's mind. Brashness and aggression made room for compassion
and understanding. Rudeness made way for impeccable politeness.
Rebellious attitudes reshaped into unbridled obedience. Visions of a
life filled with fashion, dancing, homemaking, marriage and motherhood
filled his mind replacing his being as he became a her.
Angela saw the eyelashes of the new girl suddenly lengthen and curl up.
They fluttered prettily as she opened her eyes again. The two others
looked on with dread. What came next shocked them to their inner cores.
"Now little one," said Angela, "when you meet Madam Margaret, your new
principal, you will have to introduce yourself. Please demonstrate how a
proper lady would do it." Marcus and Antwone watched their feminized
running buddy happily perform a curtsy with a smile, and speak in a
sweet, girlish tone.
"Hello Madam Margaret, my name is Natalie Amanda Miller. How do you do?"
She extended a limp-wristed hand to Angela, who gently shook it, seeing
a pretty pearl bracelet appear around the darling little girl's wrist.
Natalie then began spinning her pretty parasol over her head, excited to
go to her new school.
"Excellent!" said Angela approving, clapping after the wonderful
display. "I just know they will adore you!" Natalie blushed at the
compliment. She always tried her best to be the nicest, prettiest little
girl she could be. She wanted to make her parents proud of their little
darling.
Angela walked towards a frightened Marcus who was trying to hide his
face behind his little rose fan. He was still hard to miss in his deep
red, rose studded dress. His hair fell in beautiful curls that would
make most little girls jealous. It was time to make his violent,
bullying ways history.
He spoke softly. "Please... please I am sorry," he said as tears began
to form in his eyes.
"Too late, you and your friends wanted to take my life. Be thankful I am
not taking yours, I am simply changing its course! Don't you think it's
time to let the lovely ni?a inside of you come out?" Shaking his head
no, dark curls swayed to and fro as she waved, forcing his eyes closed.
Marcus' mind dissipated all traces of masculinity, amplifying his
feminine side to the hilt as the magic took hold. A life a crime rapidly
changed to a life of frills.
The new bashful and shy little girl slowly unveiled her pretty face from
behind her fan, which she started waving gently again in a demure,
ladylike manner.
She batted her now longer eyelashes as she took one side of her skirt in
her hand having been told to introduce herself.
Timidly the girl took a single step forward and curtsied. "Mi nombre es
Marcia Isabella Calder?n. Estoy encantada de conocerte, se?orita!" she
said in her native Spanish. She lifted her hand quickly to hide back
behind her fan to suppress her giggles as little earrings formed and
started to dangle prettily.
"Why aren't you the mischievous one, little Marcia!" exclaimed Angela.
"I'm certain you will have a lot of new friends." Marcia giggled again
in response.
Finally turning to Antwone, who had turned out just as beautiful as the
others. He was looking down, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman
he had attempted to rob. Had he known what she capable of... had he
known his life would be so changed...
As with the others he spoke: "I'm sorry for trying to rob you mam'selle.
I..."
"I'm sure you are, but it won't change anything." replied Angela, moving
towards him menacingly smirked appeared.
"Actually... scratch that, YOU will change!" she said with a laugh,
correcting herself.
Antwone looked over at Nate and Marcus... no, Natalie and Marcia. The
two of them looked as though they had escaped from a Disney Princess
backpack.
He had never seen girls dressed like this or behave this way in his
life. His once male friends were now as far removed as possible from the
men they once were. Now he was now about to join them and felt...
...relieved? Why was he feeling like this? All of his inner turmoil had
drained him. He had a sudden realization: after this woman finished
turning him into a little girl, he would no longer have to threaten and
rob others. He would never again have to resort to violence to prove
himself. No more gang wars, drugs, shootings and tragedy. He remembered
this woman said that in this new life, his parents were now happy and
successful... Perhaps by becoming a pretty little girl, he could atone
for his sins and live a happy life as well!
He looked back up at Angela. "Will I be happy as a girl, mam'selle?" he
asked.
The question caught Angela off-guard never having had this outcome
before.
"I am certain that once whatever's left of your manhood dissipate, you
will be far happier than in your previous existence," she replied.
Considering briefly what she had said "...then do what you must."
Angela smiled as Antwone bowed his head in defeat, bent his knees and
held up his skirt submitting to the magic's power mid-curtsy, allowing
his feminine side to emerge, take over. Angela watched in surprise as a
wide, floppy, lace-trimmed hat grew on his head, the long ribbon tying
itself lovingly under his chin. His being rapidly turned from an
aggressive manner into her being as every bit as girlish as the others.
She opened her beautiful, innocent eyes and looked up at a warmly
smiling Angela.
"Introduce yourself like you would with your principal, little one!,"
she instructed her.
The little girl finished her curtsy before doing a little twirl.
"Bonjour Madame Margaret, je m'appelle Antoinette Eliane Montase. Je
suis ravie de vous rencontrer!" she said in African-accented French.
She looked like an angel as she held on to her little purse.
Angela was more than satisfied. Her transformed girls just seemed to get
prettier and lovelier every time. With her phone, she snapped a few
pictures of Natalie, Marcia and Antoinette in adorable poses before
making the call to the school. She had three wonderful new students
waiting for them.
* * *
Two elderly women were walking slow down the street using their canes.
They enjoyed going out for a stroll, even in this poor neighborhood
having had lived in this city for so long... it was such a pity to see
it so run down.
They were just happy to still see children playing in the street,
smiling at them as they ran off, hoping they wouldn't grow up to become
more of these awful gang members who hung around this part of town.
"We should say a prayer for them tomorrow during mass," one said to the
other. "Hopefully the Lord will send someone to put them on the right
path." Her friend agreed with both having faith that one day, the city
would be as beautiful as they had known it back then.
As they turned the corner, a fashionably dressed young woman come out of
a back alley. Both wondered why she was taking such a route; God knows
what kind of criminal element dwelled between these old buildings!
Turning around and with a gesture indicated for someone to join her.
From within the alleyway neither could believe their eyes when out
stepped three of the most beautifully dressed little girls wearing
outfits that reminded them of their bygone youth. It had been so long
since they had seen such enchanting, full-skirted dresses! No little
girl in today's age dressed like this anymore! It was like the girls had
stepped out of a time machine, not an old decrepit alley. Remarkably one
was even holding a little parasol over her head!
Once more both women looked at each other in amazement wanting to see
them up close; surely their eyes were deceiving them as this couldn't be
real.
Approaching, they saw the young woman looking at her phone, speaking to
the little girls, who were talking softly amongst themselves,
complimenting each other on their hair and apparel.
"Your bus should be here very soon, little ladies! Are you excited?"
With excited voices each proclaimed loudly their approval before
breaking out in giggles, covering their mouths with their hands. Coming
up to them the elderly women wasted no time complimenting them on their
beautiful attire.
"And where are you going in such pretty dresses?," one of the women
asked curious.
"We are going to our new school!" said the little girl outfitted in a
long peach dress and darling curls looking beyond lovely as she twirled
her peach parasol.
"Is that so? What kind of school is that?" asked the other her curiosity
growing.
"It is ze finishing school for young girls." replied the adorable little
African-American girl dressed in a flowery frock. "We will learn
everyt'ing to become proper ladies." She added in her thick accent.
Neither women could remember a time where they had seen a girl wear a
hat as adorable as hers. The Hispanic looking girl behind her hid her
face behind a lacy little fan, acting like a cute little Victorian lady.
Her dark red dress was a sight to behold: no parent from this
neighborhood could have afforded, or even dare to outfit their children
so wonderfully.
One of the ladies turned to Angela. "And I suppose you are their
teacher?"
She smirked: "Yes, well... in a way, I suppose."
"What are you doing all the way out here?"
Thinking fast. "Um... field trip? Yes, a field trip. It's important for
a girl... you know, to broaden her horizons and whatnot." Angela stifled
a nervous laugh.
"I see," said the woman gravely. "Well we hope they had a good learning
experience. Being here would certainly give one a different
perspective."
"Oh yes, important life lessons were learned today, I can assure you!"
replied Angela. If that old lady only knew...
"Well I guess we should be on our way," said the other elderly woman.
Saying their goodbye to the girls, each wished them luck at their new
school. Their hearts melted when all three thanked them back kindly,
simultaneously performing delightful curtsies refortifying the idea they
truly did step out of a time machine!
"I made them practice!