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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!