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THE LOVING FAMILY By Lotta Drivel NOTES This is my first attempt at writing and I'm learning as I go. There will be further chapters, but don't be in a hurry for more. I'm from the UK, but the story is set in a fictional US town, for reasons I cannot remember. Any error comes from a genuine misunderstanding of US culture. The spelling is UK English, but I assume only a couple of morons will find that a problem. This story includes elements of consensual underage sex and incest. The underage sex is between teenagers and tolerated under appropriate state laws. The incest is between non-blood relations of consenting age. Use your discretion. 1: BEFORE 2 It was hot for September in Blount, North Carolina. Last night's temperature was in the seventies and it was difficult to sleep. The temperature had not subsided and today, Monday, was going to be uncomfortable. The Loving family had sat down to breakfast together for the first time in six months. Alan Brown surveyed the chaos that was escalating in the ramshackle family home. Alan still used the name "Brown" since he refused to take his stepfather's "sissy" surname. Alan was a 17 year old, Caucasian boy with pasty, pimpled skin. He was five-feet-five with a muscular body, honed from the many labour jobs that he could find. He had messy, blond hair that dropped just below his ears and his disjointed nose was from years of fighting. He was acutely aware of his five inch penis but still got his rocks off with girls; usually because he didn't give them a choice. Today he was wearing his usual black T-shirt, dirty, blue jeans and well-worn sneakers. With any luck, his grimy appearance would get him sent home from school, where he was repeating the tenth grade. Alan's stepfather, Marty, launched a plate at a wall mid tirade about the Niggers, Spics, Kikes or whatever. This was Marty's usual conversation and if he wasn't griping about them then he was beating the crap out of them. The tirades were a bore, but Alan did enjoy joining Marty on his "crusades". Marty Loving was a 45 year old, Caucasian man, with grizzled features and a permanent snarl. He was six-feet-three with a lean, muscular body and a dark buzz cut. He had a fat, nine inch penis and large balls, which he regularly flaunted to show everybody "what a real man looked like". Marty never contributed to the household and his only redemption was that he never took money from the family. He kept himself just about solvent doing odd jobs, most of them criminal. He was flush by his standards and had taken some time off "work" to terrorise a local Hispanic family. Alan's mother, Adele, was trying to keep peace but was shouting just nearly as loudly as Marty. She was moving slowly, either from a beating or from what Marty described as romance. Adele Loving, nee Brown, was a 33 year old, Caucasian woman with rosy skin, dotted with freckles. She was five-feet-five with a fat, lumpy body and saggy, melon sized breasts. None of her clothes seemed to fit her properly and she always looked like a balloon ready to burst. She had a cheerless face, deep, green eyes and copper, bobbed hair. Adele worked nights in a local factory to provide a meagre, but steady income. She worked long hours, but never seemed tired and was as a rock for the family. Alan's stepbrother, Jason, was receiving Marty's ire for being such a faggot. Adele was trying to deflect the abuse as usual, but she couldn't stop a spoon from hitting Jason on the forehead. Jason Loving was a 25 year old, Caucasian man with feminine features. He was five-feet-six with a skinny body and a wispy pixie-cut. He wore a gold stud in his ear and had well kept nails. Despite his appearance, Jason was not a faggot in the homosexual sense. Adele and Jason were close and Alan had spied them in action a couple of times. Jason worked in a supermarket and provided some household income, which made Alan feel a bit worthless. The frustration with Jason had caused Alan to slap him about once in a while. Sitting quietly, as usual, with the occasional tears falling from her eyes was Alan's stepsister, Cindy. Cindy Loving was an 18 year old, Caucasian girl with soft features. She was five-feet-six with a 300 pound body and small, saggy breasts. Cindy had a round face with a double chin and blue doe-eyes. Her brown hair hadn't been cut in years and was a mess of split ends. Cindy was naturally shy and self-conscious of her appearance, so didn't go to school and stayed home all day. Regardless of her appearance, Alan liked Cindy. She was easily pleased with the simplest of gifts and her smile could light up a room. Alan decided to leave everyone to the mounting bedlam around him and skip school as well. Before he could leave, Marty gave Alan his usual diatribe and a punch to the side of the head. Outside, Alan decided he needed a fix, so tracked off to the mall where he could always find an easy mark to pick, or lift from a poorly staffed store. 2: SPELLS R US It was early at the mall and, as usual, Alan was concentrating on staying clear of security when he rounded a corner to find a shop he had never noticed before. The sign read "Spells R Us". It didn't look like a good target to steal from but Alan checked it out anyway. He was right, it was full of cut-price junk but as he rummaged through the cheap imitations and Far-East knockoffs, something caught his eye. It was an enamelled, Middle-Eastern lamp, encrusted with semiprecious stones. It would probably only get Alan a quick fix, but he figured it must be worth something to somebody. He checked out the proprietor, an aged, short, dishevelled man in a tattered bathrobe of some sort. The Old Man was at the till counter pulling rabbits from a hat which, for some reason, didn't seem strange. All of a sudden, the old man pulled a large snake from the hat and struggled to return it, muttering "that's why!" Alan seized his chance and grabbed the lamp ready to make a run, but was instantly cut off by the Old Man who literally appeared out of nowhere. "Can I help you?" The Old Man inquired. "Just looking," Alan replied, replacing the lamp. The Old Man eyed Alan up and down scrutinising his shabby and dirt stained attire. "Hmm," he murmured throatily. Alan wondered if the Old Man had checked a mirror recently. "I see you're interested in the Lamp of Sheikh N'Fakk," the Old Man said, picking up the lamp. "It's a fine item and currently functional, you know." The Old Man deftly shoved the lamp into Alan's hands, who deftly returned it back into the Old Man's hands. "I can't afford it," Alan admitted. "Five bucks," The Old Man said as he shoved the lamp back into Alan's hands. There was a look of victory on the Old Man's face, as if he knew it was an offer Alan couldn't refuse. Alan's hand went to his pants pocket and withdrew a tatty, five dollar bill that he didn't know he had. He didn't get a chance to figure out where the money had come from before the Old Man whipped it away. "Just give it a rub, three wishes, standard caveats," were the Old Man's words as he headed for the till counter. "Three wishes, like hell," thought Alan. "Three hits if I'm lucky." There was nothing to lose so, for amusement, Alan rubbed the lamp. There was an underwhelming puff of smoke and a man with thick-rimmed glasses and a shiny, bald pate appeared. He was dressed in cheap pants, a short sleeved shirt and an obvious clip-on tie. He was holding a clipboard and looked ready to sell insurance. "What is thy wish, oh mister?" The Clipboard Man asked. "You mean master," Alan retorted. "I think not," Clipboard Man said, looking Alan up and down. "Now, keep your wishes to one sentence and be aware that I frown on too many brackets and semi-colons. Also, and I can't emphasise this enough, be as specific as possible. You'll get your wishes one at a time because you may want your next wish to undo the last one." So far, Alan had only seen some very poor parlour tricks and wasn't buying any of them. Still, there was an obvious wish that sprang to mind bearing in mind the breakfast scene earlier. "I wish I was part of the perfect family and that we were well off; except Marty, who should get what he deserves. How's that?" Alan asked, chuckling slightly. "That was... Why we give out these wishes one at a time," replied Clipboard Man. Everything went black. 3: AFTER 2 The Loving family had sat down to breakfast together for the first time in six months. Lana Loving surveyed the serenity that emanated from the large, well appointed family home. There were three other people sitting silently at the table and a fourth was kneeling on the floor. Lana Loving, nee Alan Brown, was a 17 year old, African-American, pre-op transsexual with flawless mocha skin. She was five-feet-nine with a trim, athletic body and fleshy, grapefruit sized breasts. She knew what was between her legs but checked the fat, nine inch penis and large balls anyway. She had a perfect face with sharp eyebrows, dark doe-eyes and long eyelashes. She had high cheeks, a button nose and large, cupid lips. Her dark, glossy curls cascaded to just below his shoulders. She was wearing a pink, "Hello Kitty" T-shirt, white shorts, frilly white socks and white, flat pumps. She wore small, hooped, gold earrings and a gold, tongue-stud. She had manicured, quarter inch fingernails and could taste strawberry lip-gloss. Lana knew she was a student in the twelfth grade, after being put up a year, and would easily get into the University of her choosing. As she came to her senses, Lana felt nauseous and faint. Something had gone catastrophically wrong with her wish. "What the fuck happened?" She asked out loud in a feminine, almost sultry voice. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" "We'll I'm glad it did," said a woman with a refined and authoritarian tone. Lana had never seen the woman before, but she knew instantly it was his transformed mother. Adele Loving, nee Brown, was a 33 year old, African-American woman who looked like a slightly older version of Lana. Her build and features were identical and they could easily be mistaken for sisters. Adele was wearing a red camisole-top, white, tailored pantsuit and white, wedged mules with a three inch heel. She wore small, hooped, gold earrings and a gold, tongue-stud. She wore light make-up and had a graceful air about her. Adele worked as a hedge fund manager netting a salary in the millions. Just like before, she was providing for the family. She was holding the hand of a large man, sitting next to her. "Well done Alan, or should I say Lana?" He quipped. "Marty?" Lana asked, wondering if the man was being sarcastic and a beating was coming. "No, it's Jason, bro. Although, it's actually not bro anymore. Adele and I are married," the man revealed. "That's right, baby. Whatever you did, you did well," Adele added. "Your new father and I can't thank you enough." Lana was stunned that his previous brother was now his father. Despite the thanks there seemed to be an element of menace in Jason's eyes. Jason Loving was a 25 year old, Caucasian man who looked like he could punch through a wall. Jason had blue eyes, a virile face with a square jaw and was topped with a brown buzz-cut. He was Six-feet-six with a muscular, solid body and, despite it being out of sight, everyone knew he had a fat, twelve inch cock and large balls. Jason was wearing a police sergeant's uniform, which enhanced the air of authority his physique already commanded. Lana actually recognised the last person at the table as his stepsister. It took a few seconds since she was about 200 pounds lighter than the last time he saw her. "Cindy?" he asked her. The girl got up from her chair and raced round the table and gave Lana a warm hug. "Thank you," she said simply. Cindy Loving was an 18 year old, Caucasian girl with flawless pink skin. She was five-feet-six with a trim body and fleshy, grapefruit sized breasts. Cindy had a perfect face with sharp eyebrows and blue doe-eyes. She had a button nose, large, cupid lips and her brown, bobbed hair fell to just below her ears. Cindy was wearing a yellow skater-dress, yellow cardigan, white, wide belt and white, wedged pumps with a two inch heel. She wore small, hooped, gold earrings and a gold, tongue-stud. She had manicured, quarter inch fingernails and wore some light make-up. Cindy was a senior in the same class as Lana and was doing well academically. That still left one other person in the room; a rather sorry looking woman, kneeling on the floor with her head bowed. Lana suddenly became aware that it was Marty, or Maria as it was now. Maria Lopez, previously Marty Loving, was a 45 year old, Hispanic, pre- op transsexual with flawless golden skin. She was five-feet-three with a curvy body and fleshy, grapefruit sized breasts. She had a round face with sharp eyebrows, dark doe-eyes and long eyelashes. She had a button nose, large, cupid lips and a thick pixie- cut. Maria was not wearing any clothes except black flip-flops, with a one inch kitten heel. She wore large, hooped, gold earrings, a gold, tongue-stud and had manicured, quarter inch fingernails. Her fat, three inch penis and was clearly visible. Maria was a Mexican national, with a valid visa but no work papers. She understood English perfectly, but could only speak broken sentences. She was a fantastic domestic with a myriad of skills. Evil thoughts occurred as everyone realised she also couldn't refuse an order from a family member and she couldn't touch her penis without permission. Lana, Adele, Jason and Cindy got up from the table and surrounded Maria menacingly. 4: AN UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT Maria, head bowed, was looking furtively at the legs in front of her. Her body language conveyed fear and Lana wondered what the naked shemale was thinking. Maria must have been going over all the years that Marty was such a bastard. All the abuse and violence had caught up in a manner Maria was probably unable to understand. Marty had always thought the violence would lead to a fatal bullet from a rival or he would die in a car explosion after a police chase. Lana surmised that right now, Maria would gladly have taken both of those deaths ten times over. "Look up," Adele commanded. Maria raised her head and her eyes darted about trying to assess the scene. Maria's eyes instinctively closed as Adele spat in her face, ensuring she didn't see the heavy, open-handed slap that struck the side of her face. Maria fell to the floor letting out a short, feminine squeal. As Maria opened her eyes, she saw Adele moving to strike again and scampered away like a frightened dog. Maria found sanctuary behind Lana's legs and felt an uncontrollable urge to sob. Meanwhile, Jason had stopped Adele by pinning her thrashing body against his own. "Stop it!" Lana screamed at Adele. "That's Marty's way, not yours!" "Lana's right," agreed Jason, calming his new spouse. Adele composed herself and sat down at the table. She looked at the cowering, sobbing Maria and smirked with satisfaction. "Stand up, hands behind your head," Lana commanded and helped Maria to rise. "Smacking this bitch around is too easy. I think we need to find different ways to punish her." Maria dutifully obeyed, causing her to thrust out her breasts. Lana fondled the orbs, tweaking the nipples every now and then. From Maria's expression, there was an obvious reaction and it was confirmed by her erect penis. Lana changed position to give Maria a deep lingering kiss and stroked her rigid cock. Maria kissed back hungrily, standing on her toes to reach the bigger shemale's mouth. Lana broke away but continued to massage Maria's throbbing member. "Do you like that?" Lana cooed into Maria's ear. *SPANISH* "Ooh, yes, yes," gasped Maria, her body quivering. Lana continued to manipulate the throbbing penis. Since it was the first cock that she had handled, other than her own, Lana was surprised how expert she was. Lana continued to stroke for five minutes, occasionally licking Maria's nipples. "Do you want to cum?" Lana whispered. *SPANISH* "Ooh, yes, please... Please!" Maria screamed, now standing on her toes and quivering wildly. "Too bad!" Lana shouted and stopped her ministrations with a hard slap to Maria's cock. Maria let out an enormous scream and burst into tears. There was no sympathy for her as everyone laughed at the priceless reaction. Maria bucked her hips humping air in frustration, but could only manage a few drops of pre-cum and definitely no orgasm. "Put your hands down and go and get dressed," Lana told Maria who had recovered slightly from her orgasm denial. *SPANISH* "I have no clothing, Miss Lana," Maria informed her. It was a short Spanish phrase but infinitely more complex than "yes" and "please". The Loving family were all stunned into silence as they realised they understood it perfectly. *SPANISH* "Wow, we speak Spanish!" Cindy remarked. *SPANISH* "How now brown cow." *SPANISH* "This is amazing," Adele added. "Come with me," Lana said grabbing Maria's hand. "Let's see if we can find you something to wear." Maria trotted along behind, her small heels clicking as she walked. Lana looked over her shoulder, glimpsing Maria's still rigid cock, swaying breasts and wobbling butt. The cock tease had turned Lana on and her semi-rigid member swelled even more at the sight of Maria's ample features. "I'll come too," Cindy said and skipped after the shemales. 5: FIRST TIMES The large house was tastefully furnished, with expensive looking pictures and numerous pieces of objet d'art. There seemed more doors leading to rooms in this house than there were doors in the entire street the Loving clan had previously resided. Wide stairs led up to a landing and Maria was dragged into a room that Lana knew was hers. The bedroom was girly and inviting. One wall was filled with floor to ceiling mirrored doors that obviously hid closets. The other walls were pink striped, adorned with various pictures. The carpet, curtains and bedding were pink and various stuffed animals littered the room. A queen size bed dominated the room, with a dresser and a desk also notable. An open door revealed an en-suite bathroom. Lana checked her closets and realised there were probably no clothes in the house to fit the chubby maid. When Lana closed the closet door the reflection revealed Cindy standing directly behind her. Cindy wrapped her arms around Lana and spoke softly from behind. "Lana, do you think I'm pretty?" She asked. Lana presumed that Cindy was coming on to her and this caused her already semi-erect cock to harden some more. Erotic thoughts of Cindy were intense but seemed so wrong. "I think you're beautiful," admitted Lana. "But, you're my sister." Cindy's hand worked its way in Lana's shorts and wrapped itself around the large penis. "I'm you're stepsister and, strictly speaking, I'm also your aunt," Cindy revealed. "Please, I've been horny for over five years and never felt good about myself to do anything. You've always treated me well and right now I owe you so much. I didn't think it would be with a he-girl, but I want you to be my first." Lana turned round and Cindy kissed her passionately on the lips. Lana kissed back and their studded tongues entwined. Cindy undid Lana's shorts which fell to the ground revealing white, lace panties containing the engorged cock. Cindy deftly released the cock and it sprang out rigid, tightly supported by the panties. Cindy sank to her knees and greedily licked the end of the massive phallus. She tried to put it in her untrained mouth, but all she could do was tease the head with her studded tongue. At the same time, Lana had removed her T-shirt and bra, letting her tits move freely. "Cindy, relax, take it slowly," Lana advised, removing her panties. Lana grabbed the back of Cindy's head and slowly guided her penis to Cindy's lips. Cindy opened wide and Lana pushed her cock in at an angle. Cindy took in a couple of inches of the massive tool and ran her tongue over the head. Lana fell back against closet as Cindy tightly grabbed the rest of the shaft. Cindy worked the cock for a few minutes, taking in more and more, all the while Lana was playing with her breasts and grunting quietly. Cindy broke off and headed to the bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in her wake. Lana followed and they fell onto the bed together with Lana on top. Lana pressed down on Cindy and kissed her intensely as they rubbed their bodies together, nipple to nipple. Lana broke off moving down Cindy's body to taste her breasts for a while, before kissing her way down to Cindy's hairless vagina. Lana gently licked at the vulva, instantly finding the clitoris and sending Cindy into spasms. Lana licked at the orifice fervently for a while until Cindy's moans turned into the piercing "Oh God!" of a first orgasm. As Cindy caught her breath, Lana moved up her body to kiss her deeply and simultaneously penetrate Cindy's sopping vagina. Cindy bucked as she was entered and almost choked. As she relaxed, Lana started pumping with slow, meaningful thrusts, all the time getting quicker. Lana pulled out and indicated for Cindy to turn over. Cindy rested on her arms with her butt in the air and Lana impaled the vagina again. Lana pumped rhythmically and deep, causing Cindy to let out half-screams with each stroke. Eventually, Lana sensed that Cindy was about to achieve climax and pumped as fast as she could. They both erupted in earth shattering orgasms and cum spewed out of Cindy's filled vagina. All the while Cindy repeating "oh fuck", like a broken record. They collapsed into a tight embrace and savoured what was surely a life changing experience. They prised their sticky and sweaty bodies apart and got out of bed. "That was amazing, but I really need a shower if we're going to school," Cindy said. "Good idea," Lana replied, as Cindy left the room with her clothes. Lana removed her shoes and socks she spying Maria at the end of the room. She had turned her back to the sex show and lowered her head, but the wall of mirrors gave a good view. Lana thought it nice of Maria to try to be discreet anyway. Lana dragged Maria into the bathroom and the two naked shemales showered together. Water cascaded down and as they lathered each other, Lana made sure Maria was erect from the ministrations. "Maria, it's inevitable that you're going to be punished, and punished a lot," said Lana above the noise of the shower. "But, if you're good, there's no reason why you shouldn't be rewarded." Lana pressed up against Maria, forcing her breasts into the maid's face and grabbing the head of her small cock. The midget penis was as hard as it could be and it only took a minute of gentle teasing before Maria shot out a surprisingly large amount of cum. Maria gave out a shriek of ecstasy and much needed relief. It was clear the Maria had been conditioned not to speak out of turn and she seemed in pain when talking freely. *SPANISH* "Miss Lana, I know what has happened to me and why. I feel so stupid now and I wish I had been better to everyone. But, you are being so good and that's not like you," Maria forced out. "I know what you mean, Maria. It's strange, but it seems so natural and I actually feel better for it." Lana admitted. "This body is my real concern right now. I hate it but the feelings I get are so good. I'm dreading what's going to happen when I go out in public." *SPANISH* "I feel safe with you, please protect me," Maria asked, hugging the soaking Lana. After drying off, Lana excused Maria who rushed off to make breakfast wearing a bathrobe in addition to her flip-flops. Lana spent ten minutes doing her hair as if second nature, before redressing and picking up a white purse. A pink cell phone had over 100 numbers, most belonging to people she had never heard of. From a small make up bag, Lana applied some strawberry lip-gloss and sprayed herself with a subtle fragrance. Although she didn't feel like smoking, Lana found some cigarettes and knew that she could smoke socially. "Proper cigarettes, no more butts," Lana thought at the irony of not wanting to smoke. A wallet contained a driver's licence, school pass, several money cards and 500 dollars in various bills. Lana fingered the money thinking what she would have done with such a fortune in her previous incarnation. Lana left her room and was confronted by her mother and Jason leaving another room. Adele was immaculate but Jason's shirt was unbuttoned revealing his smooth, well defined chest. It was clear that everyone in the household had been enjoying themselves. 6: A NEW DAY Breakfast was pancakes, expertly provided by Maria. They were perfectly made and served with a variety of toppings. The obscene amount of bacon that Jason piled on his plate didn't seem amiss with his build. The time was mostly spent in silence. Everyone had all been involved in sex that perhaps shouldn't have happened. If they hadn't previously been mother and stepson, Adele and Jason's episode would have seemed normal. Lana and Cindy's escapade was legal but didn't seem at all moral. "It seems... I'll be in Charlotte today and I won't be back for dinner," Adele seemed to remember. "I'm working a long shift, so I won't be back either," Jason added. "Daddy..." Lana started. Everyone stopped eating at the absurdity of Lana calling Jason by such a term. Lana was particularly embarrassed. "Daddy..." Lana paused again as she found she couldn't help herself. "Daddy, we seem to be pretty well made here, so why do you need to go to work?" "I've always wanted to be a cop. Since I was a little kid. I really am living the dream, so I'm going to make the most it," Jason revealed. "Thanks for the wish." Lana stopped eating as she was reminded of how the situation had come about. She still had two wishes left and could undo everything. Lana saw that everyone had also stopped eating and had guessed what she was thinking. "What are you going to do?" Cindy asked, with trepidation. "I don't know, but I won't change anything if it means hurting any of you," Lana said, trying to reassure everyone's fears. "But, I can't live like this, it's too freaky. I'm a man and I need to get back. Maybe if I was a woman this wouldn't be so bad, but I can't live as a freak." Nobody argued against the unreasonable statement, but their worry was evident. The tension was interrupted by a ring tone from a cell phone that Adele pulled from her bra. The message was brief. "My limo is outside, so I'll say goodbye," Adele said, locating a purse and a briefcase. "I'm making a move too," Jason added, picking up a holdall. The two adults left after kissing Lana and Cindy goodbye, with everyone saying I love you. The room fell silent as Cindy picked at the last of her breakfast. "Really, what are you going to do?" She asked. "I don't know. This is almost perfect, the only problem is me. And, Maria I suppose," Lana contemplated. "Maria?" quizzed Cindy. "I know it sounds strange, but I've created her and I wouldn't want that to happen to me," Lana said. "It's bad enough the way I've turned out." "It's not so bad," Cindy smirked, alluding to their intimate encounter. "You are very beautiful." "I'm going to the mall after school to see what I can do. I won't change anything if I don't get some reassurances about the wishes," Lana concluded. Lana thought that something so serious should be dealt with straight away, but skipping school seemed too obnoxious to her. She looked at a clock which read ten-past-seven. "Let's go to school," she said. Lana and Cindy located some backpacks and were presented with lunchboxes by Maria. Lana kissed Maria goodbye and Cindy begrudgingly followed suit. Stepping out of the house the girls found a Lexus 300 convertible with the top down. Cindy rummaged around in a purse to produce some keys. "I've never driven," she panicked, before searching her brain for a solution. "But, I can drive." Cindy politely opened the passenger door for Lana who seemed embarrassed by the action. Cindy climbed in the car and confidently drove off. The hot day seemed much more bearable when it was spent in style. 7: A REAL EDUCATION After parking Lana and Cindy headed into school. Walking past the myriad of students and staff was unnerving for both of them. Lana knew who a lot of them were, but was unprepared for the cheery greetings she received as her new self. She was very conscious of her cock and found it difficult to look people in the eye, for fear of ridicule. Cindy hadn't been to school for over two years but was coping well with the new faces and cheerful hellos. It seemed that everyone knew and accepted who they were. Finding their adjacent lockers, Lana informed Cindy to unload what she didn't need and take everything she might need, since coming back between classes might not be possible. Lana surprised herself with her diligence, since Alan was probably known for force feeding his homework to a dog. Making their way to the homeroom they were stopped by Principal Weinstein. Lana was pulled aside and expected the usual chastisement or official sanction. "I'm so sorry to inform you that the school board, although sympathetic, have..." the Principal seemed embarrassed by what was to come and averted his eyes. "They have to inform you that right now you will still have to use the boys' room. I'm sorry, change is coming, but they're just not ready yet." Lana was relieved that the expected reprimand had not come and rather surprised by the Principal's compassion. Lana, was reminded of how Alan had punched Mr Weinstein and called him Jew names, but got away with it through spurious technicalities. "That's OK, sir," Lana reassured the Principal, who was relieved at the positive response. "Thank you for telling me." The homeroom was full of seniors that Lana only knew about, since being held back had stopped her getting anywhere near this peer group. Now she had actually essentially skipped ahead two years. Lana cursed herself as she looked at clothing of the young adults. With the "Hello Kitty" T- shirt and frilly socks, Lana looked more seven than seventeen and stood out like a sore thumb. Lana and Cindy took their seats and were immediately approached by a tall, cheerful looking African-American boy they both seemed to know as Wilson. "Hello princesses, you both look ravishing as usual," he rang out before moving in to talk intimately. "Last science... I got problems... Just not getting any of it. Can you beautiful goddesses please help me out? I'm a poet, not an astronaut." Lana and Cindy looked at each other with bewilderment. The over the top compliments were welcome but the request for help from a couple of dumb- asses was bizarre. Suddenly, they both realised how easy the subject matter was. "Sure, but it can't be today. We've got to be somewhere after school," Cindy volunteered. "How about tomorrow, after school. You can come to ours." "Thank you princesses, you've saved my life," Wilson rang out, backing away in exaggerated deference. "I don't think that was a good idea," Lana said worryingly. "This is the best day of my life and I feel I can handle anything," Cindy enthused. "Try to relax and live the moment." Lana and Cindy exchanged a few more pleasantries before Mr Drinkwater, the homeroom teacher, took the register and gave out some banal messages. As the bell rang, everyone piled out of the room for the first class. Lana and Cindy sat next to each other in Social Studies, exchanging more greetings with other students. Wilson, who sat at the front of the class, returned homework papers from the teacher, giving out positive comments about each one regardless of the grade. "The usual, princesses," he rang as he handed back Lana and Cindy's papers. They both had an "A" despite not understanding a word "they" had written. As they read more, they suddenly understood everything in perfect detail. The rest of the class was spent with the revelation that learning was fun. The next class, Mathematics, was the same experience. As Lana and Cindy passed a row of lockers on their way to Study Hall, they heard a light tapping emanating from one. Lana's previous incarnation kicked in and the combination on the lock was easily defeated. Inside, squashed sideways into the narrow space, was a chubby, young Caucasian boy. The girls helped him out of the locker and he ran crying into the nearest boys' room. "Watch the door," Lana said, handing Cindy her backpack. The bathroom was sterile and sobbing could be heard echoing from a stall. Lana pushed open the unlocked door and pulled the crying child to her, giving a motherly hug. The uneasy boy was obviously aware of what Lana was physically, but the act of kindness overcame his apprehension. "What's your name, baby?" Lana asked. "Kevin," was the simple reply. "Who did this?" Lana probed. "Shania McQueen," Kevin volunteered. The beautiful, rich Shania McQueen was the school bitch who everyone wanted to be with, if only to be on her good side. Her father was a tyrannical, major employer in the area and commanded a lot of political power, but very little respect. A quick calculation entered Lana's head and she deduced that Adele had better connections and Jason could kick anyone's butt. She concluded that Shania was no match for her. It then became apparent that the head of the chubby, five-feet-six Kevin had been resting in Lana's bosom and the hard lump that was digging into her leg was his erection. She looked down at his mop of yellow hair and pulled his head back. Kevin's face was that of a man trying to escape from a boyish confinement. He had cute features but a mature expression. He opened his lips and reached slightly in hope of a response. Lana did not disappoint, kissing him deeply and receiving the same in kind. Lana sank to her knees pulling off Kevin's shorts and underwear as she went. Kevin's fat, six inch cock sprang out straight and rigid, oozing pre-cum. Lana took the boy's cock in her mouth, sucking and licking with a savage ferocity. Kevin's moans and surprisingly, good tasting spunk were turning Lana on. Soon she was as rigid as Kevin. After a few minutes Kevin's pre-cum was getting thicker and more copious. Lana stood and removed her shorts and underwear. She spread her legs wide, and bent at the waist with her hands resting on the floor, as if about to perform a gymnastic move. Her huge penis was pointing at the floor, throbbing wildly. The invitation was irresistible and Kevin plunged his cock into Lana's anus. With all the pre-cum, it slid in easy and expanded as it squeezed in. Kevin pumped quickly resting his hands on the shemale's back. Lana was moaning in ecstasy with the new found sensation of having her arse filled and wondered what could be heard in the corridor. It only took a few minutes for Kevin to shoot his load and the warm feeling of his seed hitting her anus made Lana spasm and cum, shooting streams of spunk onto the bathroom floor. Lana and Kevin cleaned up and redressed, before sharing a passionate, parting kiss. They left the boys' room and Kevin ran off, turning to take a loving look at Lana. "Jeez, are you nuts?" Cindy asked. "Don't turn my best day into a disaster with a suspension." "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Just in me," Lana joked. "It's not funny, it's downright stupid," Cindy came back. "I know, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Not that I tried," Lana admitted. "Was it good?" Cindy asked. "Hell yeah, it was wonderful!" Lana laughed. "It's almost lunch, let's eat outside." Lana and Cindy had eaten their lunches and were watching the world pass by when a distinctive voice could be heard. "How did you get out, you little shit?" The unmistakable tone of Shania McQueen rang out." Lana saw Shania with her posse, harassing Kevin and jerking him around by the arm. "So soon," sighed Lana, before walking over to the commotion, followed by Cindy. Shania McQueen was tall, athletic and beautiful. She had long, blond, straight hair and was impeccably dressed in a Chanel suit. She looked like a clich? from a high school movie. "Leave him alone," Lana said sharply. "Get lost, freak," Shania replied, looking Lana up and down. "Go back to middle school." The Shania posse chuckled quietly. "Did you get the receptionist job?" Lana came back, alluding to Shania's attire and effectively, drawing a line in the sand. "What's this little shit to you anyway?" Shania asked. "He's a good friend, so you better let him go," Lana threatened, cutting short a potentially long confrontation. "I do kickboxing, you know?" Shania sneered. "I do kick-arsing, myself. I wonder which discipline is better?" Lana wisecracked, staring straight into Shania's eyes. The air was filled with tension, but Lana won the eyeball chicken and Shania threw Kevin aside, storming off with her posse in tow. Shania was only a few steps out when she returned. "Maybe this has gone a little too far," she started. "I'm having a party on Saturday and I'd like you to come." There was an element of insincerity about the invitation and alarm bells were ringing, but Lana thought she had all week to plan a counteroffensive. "Sure why not, I'd love to" Lana acknowledged. "There's a theme, it's shiny clothing. Bring your sister and your boyfriend," Shania shouted as she left. "You just keep trying to ruin my day," Cindy said to Lana with mock anger, as Shania disappeared from view. "You said you could handle anything," Lana replied. "What could possibly go wrong?" Lana exchanged numbers with Kevin before kissing him on the forehead. He looked a bit embarrassed by the kiss and was obviously mindful of the watching crowds. The afternoon classes went the same as the morning classes. Cindy and Lana were well respected for their intellect and popular with the rank and file students they were keen to help out in class. After school, Lana and Cindy sat in their car in silence. "High school is a real rollercoaster," Cindy remarked. "I hope the mall won't be the same. I feel like hurling chunks." "Let's find out," Lana Replied. "Wagons roll." The car pulled out of the school and leisurely made its way to the mall. 8: SPELLS R US, AGAIN Spells R Us was empty save for the old man and a woman dressed like a Las Vegas showgirl. They were playing cards at the till counter and the woman seemed very pleased with herself. "Yay, I win again!" The woman exclaimed as Lana and Cindy approached. The old man looked very annoyed at the woman as he took a ten dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to her. He looked up as Lana and Cindy reached the till. "How may I help you?" He asked, squinting at Lana. "Oh, it's you. Let me guess, something has gone horribly wrong and you want to reverse the wish?" The Showgirl coughed slightly drawing attention to herself. "Of course. This is my assistant, Sharon. Sharon this is..." the old man thought for a second. "Lana and Cindy." "Pleased, to meet you," the Showgirl said as she pirouetted and did a curtsy. "I only want to change myself back and perhaps my father," Lana said, slightly distracted by the Showgirl's performance. "Ha, ha, ha," the Old Man laughed. "No! If you change any part of your wish back then the whole thing reverses. Similarly, if you change any part of the wish differently, like your appearance to something else, then there will be knock-on effects that nobody could predict." "So, I'm stuck like this unless I completely undo the wish or possibly gamble everything away?" Lana asked. "Correctamundo," the Old Man chirped. "You've got smart since yesterday." "Is there anything you can suggest?" Lana enquired. "You're a very beautiful girl, how about dinner?" The Old Man proposed. "Do you like fried chicken?" "I'm not really a girl," Lana informed him. "And, I'm open minded," winked the Old Man. Lana thought the conversation had turned absurd and the Old Man was a creep. Clipboard Man entered through the shop door carrying coffee and a donut. He smiled as he approached the till counter, but as he caught site of Lana his expression changed. "Crap!" He said, putting down the coffee and donut on the till counter. There was an underwhelming puff of smoke. "What is thy wish, oh mister... I mean miss?" "We haven't rubbed the lamp," the Old Man informed him. "I've explained the situation to the young lady and I think we'll be going with the reversal." Cindy let out a whimper. "No, we'll leave it for now. I've got to think hard about this," Lana announced. "This place isn't going anywhere soon and I do still have two wishes, don't I?" "The kid's developed some smarts," Clipboard Man quipped. "We'll be here for a while, but we have branches everywhere," the Old Man informed. "Oh, I believe you're going to a party at the weekend. Take this for free, it's great fun." The Old Man handed Lana a small, plastic bag resembling some cheap gimmick you would find in a joke shop. The bag was labelled "Hypno Disk (good for one use)" and inside was a small metallic circle on a thin string. Lana and Cindy said their goodbyes and went for ice cream. "You kept your promise, thank you" said Cindy. "But you're stuck like that. What are you going to do?" "The man in the shop was right, I did get some smarts," Lana said. "I've already figured out a solution, but it's a bit drastic." "What is it?" Cindy eagerly asked. "I won't say," Lana replied. "When the time is right, I'll let you know, but until then I'm keeping quiet." "No, tell me," pleaded Cindy. "Please, never ask me again," Lana said. "You won't like it, but be assured it will keep the status quo for the rest of the family and I think we'll all be happy in the end." Lana and Cindy finished their ice creams in silence before Lana spoke up. "Well, we're girls at the mall," she announced. "Let's go shopping, sister! I need some retail therapy and Maria needs some stuff."