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THE LOVING FAMILY By Lotta Drivel NOTES This is my first story and although my writing isn't very good, I'm fairly pleased with the characters and plot. The story has gone through a rewrite and this is the final version; I need to get on with my life! The story has a conclusion but is open for future, short story adventures; watch this space! The story also infers a solution to the main protagonist's dilemma and while that is a good storyline, it effectively kills off any future escapades. 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 misunderstanding of US culture. The spelling is UK English purely for my convenience. This story includes elements of underage sex and incest. The underage sex is between consenting 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, even for early 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, Tuesday, was going to be very 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 seventeen year old, Caucasian boy with pasty skin. He didn't stand too tall but had a muscular body, honed from the many labour jobs that he found. He had dirty, blond hair that dropped just below his ears and his disjointed nose was from years of fighting. He had a complex about his small dick 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 had enjoyed joining Marty on his "crusades". Marty Loving was a forty five year old, Caucasian man, with grizzled features and a permanent snarl. He was tall with a large, muscular body and a military 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. Right now, he was well- off by his standards and had taken some time off "work" to terrorise a local Hispanic family. Alan's biological mother, Adele, was trying to keep peace but was shouting nearly as loudly as Marty. She was moving slowly, either from a beating or from what Marty described as "romance". Adele Loving was a thirty three year old woman with rosy skin, dotted with freckles. She had 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 dominated with deep green eyes. 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 twenty five years old, but looked like a teenager with feminine features. He was skinny and his wispy pixie-cut enhanced his femininity. Despite his appearance, Jason was not a faggot in the homosexual sense. Adele and Jason were intimate, as witnessed by Alan on several occasions; much to his disgust. Jason worked in a supermarket and provided some household income, which made Alan feel a bit worthless. If Alan ever became frustrated at home he would normally vent it on Jason by slapping him about a bit. Sitting quietly, as usual, with occasional tears trickling from her eyes, was Alan's stepsister, Cindy. Cindy Loving was an eighteen year old girl with soft features. She weighed about three hundred pounds, with small, saggy breasts and a double chin. Her 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. 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 and skip school as well. Before he could leave, Marty gave Alan his usual diatribe and a punch to the side of the head for good measure. 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 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 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?" Clipboard Man asked. "You mean master," Alan retorted. "I think not," Clipboard Man said, checking Alan's appearance. "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, considering 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," paused Clipboard Man, "why we give out these wishes one at a time." 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 obviously huge, well appointed family home. There were three other people sitting at the table, checking out their bodies, hidden beneath bath robes. There was a fourth, naked person kneeling on the floor. Lana Loving, nee Alan Brown, was a seventeen year old, African- American, pre-op transsexual with flawless mocha skin. She stood five- feet-nine with a trim, athletic body and large breasts. She felt between her legs and found what she knew was a fat, nine inch penis and large balls. 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. 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 reality dawned on her, Lana felt nauseous and faint. Something had gone catastrophically wrong with her wish. "What the fuck happened?" she said 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 was a thirty-three year old, African-American woman who looked like an older version of Lana. Her build and features were identical and they could easily be mistaken for sisters. Adele worked as a hedge fund manager netting a salary in the millions. Just like before, she was providing for the family. She grabbed 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 her previous stepbrother was now his stepfather. Despite the thanks there seemed to be an element of menace in Jason's eyes. Jason Loving was a twenty-five year old man who looked like he could punch through a wall. Jason had a virile face with a square jaw and was topped short, brown hair. He was Six-feet-six with a muscular, solid body and everyone had caught sight of his enormous cock when he checked himself out. Lana actually recognised the last person at the table as his stepsister. It took a few seconds since she was about two hundred 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 to give Lana a warm hug. "Thank you," she said simply. Cindy Loving was an eighteen year old with flawless pink skin. She was five-feet-six with a trim body and large breasts. She 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 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 was a Hispanic, pre-op transsexual with flawless golden skin. She was five-feet-three with a curvy body and large breasts. She was forty-five years old but looked in her mid-thirties. She had a plain, round face with deep piercing eyes and a thick, dark pixie-cut. Her three inch penis was clearly on display. Maria was a Mexican national with valid papers. She understood English perfectly, but could only speak broken sentences. She was also 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. The family got up from the table and surrounded Maria menacingly. 4: MARIA Maria, head bowed, was looking furtively at the legs in front of her. Her body language conveyed fear and everyone wondered what the naked shemale was thinking. Maria was going over all the years that Marty was such a bastard. All the abuse and violence had caught up in a manner she found difficult to understand. Marty had always thought his violence would lead to a fatal bullet from a rival or he would die in a car explosion after a police chase. 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 put her hands behind her head, causing her to thrust out her breasts. Lana fondled the orbs, tweaking the nipples every now and then. From Maria's expression, there was a pleasurable reaction which was confirmed by her erect penis. Lana changed position to give Maria a deep, lingering kiss with her studded tongue and stroke her rigid cock. Maria kissed back hungrily with her own studded tongue, 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 a few minutes, occasionally licking and sucking Maria's nipples. Eventually it was obvious Maria was on the verge of orgasm. "Do you want to cum?" Lana whispered. *SPANISH* "Ooh, yes, please! Please!" Maria screamed, 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 the slowly recovering Maria. *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* "I fell so cultured," Adele added. "Come with me," Lana said grabbing Maria's hand. "Let's see if we can find you something to wear." As Maria trotted along behind, Lana looked over her shoulder, glimpsing her 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 TIME The huge house was tastefully furnished, with expensive looking pictures and numerous pieces of objet d'art. There seemed to be 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 and 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 Maria. 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 fully harden. 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 to Lana's large penis and started stroking slowly. "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 pushed her studded tongue into Lana's mouth, kissing her deeply. Lana kissed back and their studded tongues entwined. They kissed for a while, all the time Cindy gently pumping Lana's cock. 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 tongue. Lana discarded her robe and massaged her breasts, the new sensations causing her cock to throb. 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 an inch 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 her robe 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 several minutes 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. After a while, 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, with Cindy repeating "oh fuck" like a broken record. They collapsed into a tight embrace and savoured the life changing experience. They prised their sticky and sweaty bodies apart and got out of bed. "That was wonderful, but I really need a shower if we're going to school," Cindy said. "Good idea," Lana replied, as Cindy left the room. Lana spied 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 thoughtful of Maria to try to be discreet anyway. She dragged Maria into the bathroom and the two naked shemales showered together. As water cascaded down, they lathered each other and Lana made sure Maria was erect from the attention. "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. As they dried off Maria began to speak. I it was clear that she had been conditioned not to speak out of turn and was in discomfort 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 like the feeling," Lana admitted. "This body is my real concern right now. I hate it, but the feelings I get are so compelling. 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 Lana tightly. Lana excused Maria who rushed off to make breakfast wearing a bathrobe. Lana spent ten minutes doing her hair as if second nature, before finding a white purse. A pink cell phone had over a hundred numbers, mostly belonging to people she had either never heard of, or was only vaguely aware 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 five hundred dollars in various bills. Lana fingered the money thinking what she would have done with such a fortune in her previous incarnation. Lana dressed in plain white underwear and was glad of the support her bra provided. Her breasts provided ample cleavage but were not obscene. Plain white knee shorts and a pink "Hello Kitty" T-shirt follow, finished with frilly white ankle socks and white, flat pumps. Lana left her room and was confronted by her mother and Jason leaving another room. Adele had a glazed expression and it was clear that the couple had consummated their relationship. Adele looked immaculate in a red camisole-top, white pant-suit and white, wedged mules. Jason was wearing a police sergeant's uniform which enhanced the authority his build already conveyed. Cindy joined them, wearing a yellow skater-dress with a white belt, yellow cardigan and white, wedged pumps. 6: DAY ONE BEGINS Breakfast was pancakes, perfectly made by Maria 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 questionable sex. 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," Adele started, as if remembering something, "I'll be in Charlotte today and I won't be back for dinner." "I'm working a long shift, so I won't be back as well," 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, 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 current 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 allay 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 buzz from a security phone on the kitchen wall. Maria answered it and after an "OK" pressed a button. *SPANISH* "Your limousine is here, Madame," Maria called across the room. "A limo, nice," Adele remarked, locating a purse and a briefcase. "I'll say goodbye then." "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 revealed spacious grounds and a driveway leading to a gate. A Mercedes convertible with the top down seemed to be their ride and Cindy rummaged around in a purse to produce some keys. "I've never driven," she panicked, before her brain sparked into action. "But, I can drive." Cindy politely opened the passenger door for Lana who was 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: AN 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. Everyone knew and accepted who the girls 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 was surprised 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 was embarrassed 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 visibly relieved at the 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. 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. "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 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 freshman. 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 was heard echoing from a stall. Lana pushed open the unlocked door and pulled the emotional 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," he sobbed out. "Who did this?" Lana probed. "Shania, Shania McQueen," he 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 State and he commanded a lot of political power, but very little respect. New knowledge entered Lana's head and she deduced that Adele was nearly as rich, had better connections and Jason could kick anyone's butt. Lana 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 semen 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 Amazing!" 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 laughed. "Did you get the receptionist position?" 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 was taller and too confident to question. 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. The theme is leather and lace." There was an element of insincerity about the invitation and alarm bells were ringing, but Lana thought she had enough time to plan a counteroffensive. "Sounds kinky. Why not, I'd love to" Lana acknowledged. "Bring your sister and your boyfriend," Shania shouted as she left. "Leather and lace? Since when?" One of the posse members could be overheard saying. "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. "Anyway, it sounds like fun if we play it right." Lana exchanged numbers with Kevin before kissing him on the forehead. He was a bit embarrassed by the kiss and 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 handed her a ten dollar bill from his wallet. 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 her presence. "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. "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 can 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 sight 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?" Clipboard Man asked. "We haven't rubbed the lamp," the Old Man informed him. "I've explained the situation and the young lady is 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. "I assume this place isn't going anywhere soon and I still have two wishes?" "The kid's developed some smarts," Clipboard Man quipped. "We'll be here for a while, but don't worry, 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 labelled "Hypno Disk (good for one use)". Inside was a small metallic circle on a thin string. "Thanks, but before I go," Lana started, "Cindy, Adele and Jason are perfect and Marty got was coming, but why am I not perfect?" "You are perfect to somebody, if not to yourself. That's why you need to be specific," Clipboard Man answered. "However, sometimes it doesn't matter. The magic likes to play games." Outside, Lana and Cindy were eating 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 really drastic." "What is it?" Cindy asked eagerly. "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." The next hour was spent in retail therapy using money cards with seemingly inexhaustible funds. 9: MEXICAN FARE Maria greeted Lana and Cindy, who carried in numerous boxes and bags. It took half-a-dozen trips from the car to completely empty its overflowing cargo. Two glasses of freshly produced lemonade were presented to the girls, who commented on its deliciousness. Maria was told to remove her robe and handed some black, lacy underwear, which she eagerly put on. A black, sleeveless A-line mini- dress came next followed by black, flat thong-toe sandals and finished with gold earrings. A make-up box was given to Maria who went to her room to apply a light coat. Lana and Cindy finished their lemonade and joined Maria in her room, clumsily depositing some of the packages bought for her. Maria stood up, looking feminine and somewhat quite chic in her simple attire. "You look lovely," Cindy said to Maria. *SPANISH* "Thank you Miss Cindy, I feel so much better in these clothes," Maria enthused, "but I cannot cook dinner in such a nice dress. Is there anything suitable?" "Don't be silly, we'll go out for dinner," Lana said. "Good idea, where shall we go? What do you fancy?" Cindy asked. Lana and Cindy looked at each and simultaneously rang out, "Mexican!" Lana and Cindy ran off to change, leaving Maria to put away the new purchases. The girls returned quickly, both dressed similarly to Maria and carrying purses, but Lana in pink and Cindy in turquoise. Maria put a few items in a black purse and Lana gave her one hundred dollars, "just in case". Lana searched the kitchen and found keys to a number of cars, before settling on those for a Range Rover. Sitting in the vehicle, Lana and Cindy decided they should try "Lupita", in the middle of town. Maria whimpered when she heard the selection, since that was where one of Marty's terrorised family members worked. Lana and Cindy both sniggered, as Lana drove off. The restaurant was not the most lavish affair, but was clean and welcoming. For a Monday, it was surprisingly active. Half of the tables were occupied, two of them by Mexican families with children. The ladies were greeted by a stocky Hispanic man with a well-groomed beard. *SPANISH* "May we have a table please, sir," Lana asked. *SPANISH* "Please, lovely ladies, call me Eduardo, not sir. I am here to serve you," he informed. *SPANISH* "Thank you, Eduardo. You have a lovely place," Cindy piped in. *SPANISH* "You both speak excellent Spanish, can we thank this beautiful lady for that?" He asked Maria. Maria was acutely on edge and shuffled about as if trying to find the quickest escape route. Lana nudged her. *SPANISH* "I suppose I am," she admitted. *SPANISH* "Of course you are," Eduardo said kissing the back of Maria's hand. Maria looked like she was about to explode, but the situation diffused as Eduardo ceased his attention and guided everyone to a table. The food was delicious and an adventure, since any Mexican food the ladies had tasted before came out of a microwave. Maria was fed a slow stream of margaritas, while Lana and Cindy drank virgin varieties. As Maria loosened up, she started to freely exchange pleasantries with Eduardo and managed an occasional smile. Maria clammed up completely though when Eduardo jokingly mentioned a date and the change of mood was not lost on him. Eduardo was clearly puzzled by the reaction and backed off. Lana and Maria watched on as Cindy went over to speak to him. Eduardo seemed confused and kept staring back and forth at the table, before Cindy returned. "What did you tell him?" Lana asked. "I told him the truth," Cindy replied. "I said that Maria is a pre-op transsexual and she didn't want to lead him on, for fear of offending him." *SPANISH* "Oh no, please say, you didn't tell him that?" Maria pleaded, just as desert was carried over by a man that Lana and Maria recognised as one of the terrorised family. *SPANISH* "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I'm sorry!" Maria blurted out loudly. The man was extremely confused and at a loss as what to say or do. *SPANISH* "Please forgive my friend, she's had one too many I think," Lana told the man, as Cindy calmed Maria. The man left and the ladies tucked into their desserts. Maria was given another margarita which did the trick of calming her down. They paid the bill, leaving a generous tip and walked over to their vehicle. *SPANISH* "Excuse me, Maria, please," Eduardo called chasing after the group. Maria approached him alone and they exchanged words just out of earshot. It was clear that Maria gave him a telephone number, before Eduardo kissed her tenderly on the cheek. *SPANISH* "Would it be alright if I went on a date with Eduardo?" Maria asked on returning, holding back a smile. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Cindy rattled off. "Way to go, girlfriend." Maria's smile broke through but it was tinged with embarrassment. 10: DAY ONE ENDS Shortly after returning home, the security phone buzzed and Maria opened the gates, before scuttling off to greet Adele. "Where did that bastard get those clothes?" demanded Adele, as she walked into the kitchen and dumped her luggage. She seemed tired and irritable, which were not traits normally associated with her. Adele did not wait for an answer and marched off into the family room where she slumped on a couch. Lana and Adele followed her in and sat down themselves. "Mummy, Maria needs clothes. It's going to look silly if she keeps walking around naked," Lana remarked. "You have no idea how that bastard abused me," Adele sighed. "I mean, he was a shit to everyone, how come you aren't laying into him?" Maria appeared with a drink on a tray and presented it to Adele who looked suspicious. Adele took the drink, a mojito, and sipped it. "That's good and just what I wanted," Adele admitted surprisingly. Maria positioned herself on the floor at Adele's feet and removed her shoes, before expertly massaging her feet. "Oh my god, that's good," Adele cooed throwing back her head. "Oh yeah, keep that up and you're on your way to redemption." The drink and the massaging had changed Adele's mood and she had a look of mischief. Adele ordered Maria to remove her panties and lift her dress up to reveal her penis. Adele manipulated the cock with her toes but paid no attention to Maria, instead focusing of Lana and Cindy's attire. "What have you been up to?" Adele asked the girls while continuing her cock tease. Lana and Cindy related the evening's escapade with Maria in fine detail, revealing the outcome with Eduardo. "So, are you a faggot?" Adele sneered at Maria. *SPANISH* "I don't know, he was so nice and it just seemed polite to go along with the charade," Maria gasped, trying to concentrate through the cock rubbing. "Is Eduardo handsome? Does he make you all horny just thinking about him?" Adele continued. Maria let out an almighty grunt and shot cum all over Adele's feet. Adele pushed her feet to Maria's face, smearing semen over her mouth as she eagerly licked up the mess. "Poor little Maria, you must be so confused," laughed Adele. Maria left to clean up and passed Jason at the door, wearing his uniform. "Hello Daddy, how was your dancing job at the gay bar?" Lana asked, nodding at the uniform. Jason jumped across the room as fast as lightning and Lana leapt out of her seat to escape, but was caught and hoisted in the air. Jason fell onto a couch with Lana face down across his lap. Her dress was pulled up and her panties down ready for a spanking. It wasn't quite what she was expecting, but Lana knew a revenge beating was due from her abused stepbrother. "You need to be taught your place, young lady," Jason warned and brought his large palm down on Lana's butt. The expected sting did not materialise and instead a playful slap stimulated her buttocks sending a little shock through her body. "Have you been a bad girl?" Jason asked, slapping again. "Oh yes, Daddy, I've been really bad," Lana chirped. Much to everybody's amusement, this went on for a couple of minutes before Jason relented, pushing Lana down his legs. He straddled Lana's torso and started tickling her until she was in convulsions. As Jason stood up, Lana realised there had been a hole in her life without a loving father. She also realised how much she loved Jason as a father. Standing up, Lana's dress tented out obscenely, revealing the effect of Jason playfulness. Everyone in the room look embarrassed and Cindy grabbed Lana's hand. "We're going to bed," Cindy announced, dragging Lana out of the room. The girls collapsed onto Lana's bed and kissed deeply, before making love as they had done earlier. 11: WEDNESDAY Lana rose early, disappointed to find that Cindy had left sometime during the night and she felt a little bit empty without her stepsister. After her ablutions, Lana decided to dress more appropriately than the previous day's kindergarten look. After her underwear, she put on beige, twill pants, a white crinkled top with capped sleeves and the white, flat pumps from yesterday. She checked herself in the mirror and thought she looked fine. She couldn't notice her cock in the loose pants under normal conditions. Lana was the first down to breakfast and soon joined by Cindy, who was dressed similar to her but with black pants and shoes. Jason followed in his uniform and Adele in a bathrobe. Maria was pottering in the kitchen, wearing a short black dress and flip-flops. Since it was earlier than yesterday, Maria asked each person individually what they wanted for breakfast. With the orders taken, she scuttled off to prepare the fare. "I'm working from home today," Adele said and the clang of a utensil dropping came from the kitchen. "Mummy, please don't do anything rash with Maria," pleaded Lana. "OK Baby," Adele assured, "I'll try a little bonding, but I'm going to have to vent some anger somewhere today." "Why's that?" Lana enquired. "Are you aware of the injustice our people have suffered over the centuries and the persecution they still endure?" Adele asked passionately. Everyone stared at Adele in disbelief and it took Lana a few seconds to realise what she was trying to convey. "Our people? I've only been black a day and I've been treated rather well," Lana said. "I suppose though, Alan and Marty's history should be a warning. Just remember, Mummy, you'll be spending the day with Maria and not Marty." "You're not black, you're African-American, Baby, get on the bandwagon, I have," Adele rang. "I can't figure why we're like this way though, not that I don't like it." "The man at the mall said the Magic likes to play games," Cindy piped up. "I think the joke is on Lana and you have followed suit." "Anyway, you'll be interested to know the family has made a fifty thousand dollar donation to the North Carolina Racial Healing Coalition," Adele informed, watching everyone's their jaws drop. "Don't panic, it's pocket change. A deep pocket, but just change nonetheless." Maria brought breakfasts to the table and the conversation turned to small-talk. The goodbye kisses of yesterday turned to warm hugs and kisses, and Lana mused that things were perfect; well, almost perfect. School went pretty much the same as the day before, sans Shania McQueen. Lana ran into Kevin and asked him how he was, before embarrassing him with another parting peck. Wilson was as charming as usual and went home with the girls, as arranged. After arriving home, they found Maria, safe in the kitchen and Adele out back, relaxing next to a swimming pool. She got up, revealing her glistening, nubile body framed in a revealing, white bikini. Wilson's eyes almost popped out of his head and everyone was sure that "Stacey's Mom" was blaring through his skull. "Whoa, Princesses, you didn't say you had another sister," Wilson rang out, his ever present grin wider than ever. "This is my mom, Adele," Lana said. "Mummy, this is Wilson." "Mom! No way, Princess," Wilson laughed, diverting his attention to Adele. "Pleased to meet you Mrs Loving." "Call me Adele," she said, putting on an oversized T-shirt that probably belonged to Jason. "You haven't killed Maria, I see," Lana whispered to Adele. "No, she helped me relieve my tension in other ways," Adele replied, licking her lips to indicate just how. Lana, Cindy and Wilson settled got down to studying. Wilson was constantly distracted by Adele as she paraded around the house, until presented with Maria's homemade lemonade and cookies. Wilson declared the cookies were the best he'd ever tasted and demolished a dozen in about two minutes. With his appetite sated his concentration improved. Wilson caught up quickly with his science problems and everyone got their homework out of the way. As Wilson started on a fresh batch of cookies he became unusually serious. "Princesses, what's going on with Shania McBitch's party?" He asked. "Her family will be away and she goes a little crazy when left on her own. Really crazy." "I'm not walking away from this," Lana said. "I know she's got something in mind for me, but I intend to turn the tables. I just don't know what she's got planned." "Well, Princesses, everyone talks to Wilson and I sort of know what's planned," he revealed. "Go on," urged Cindy. "Well, Lana is the target, but anyone she turns up with won't be shown any favours," Wilson said, "and, leather and lace means bondage and domination." "That actually sounds nice," Lana admitted, remembering last night's pretend spanking. "Tell me more." "Wow, Princess, you're full of surprises," Wilson said, waving himself as if to cool down. "But, this doesn't just involve tie and tease. Shania stops short of physically marking anyone too much, but the humiliation is over the top and victims end up as party favours. Then, pictures and things are posted all over internet if the victim doesn't comply with Shania's future demands." "I see," Lana contemplated, "but who does her enforcing? She doesn't have the strength to overpower me and I could probably take a few of her lame-ass posse at the same time." "No doing, Wonder Woman," Wilson joked, "half the football team will be there. Bobby Brickman, the captain, is in her pocket and what Billy says, the team do." "What are we going to do," Asked Cindy. "I'm not sure but I'm not backing down," Lana declared. "Wilson, I'm sure I can wrangle an invite for you. Will you come?" "Princesses, I'd love to be your knight in shining armour, but I don't take sides. I like to be neutral and I've already helped you out more than perhaps I should have," Wilson said, averting his eyes. "But otherwise, I'll be there for you if I can." After Wilson was driven home, the family sat down to dinner, followed by a marathon game of Twister. Lana and Cindy went their separate ways at bed time, but during the night Cindy crept into Lana's bed just to embrace. 12: THURSDAY Lana and Cindy awoke to another session of lovemaking. Each new congress resulted in new discoveries and heightened sensations. They joked about the need for only one bedroom before getting ready. Lana wore a floral, long-line tunic, white, cropped leggings and white, slip-on sneakers. She decided that this was a good look, not just because it was comfortable, but because it completely hid her penis. Breakfast was enjoyed with light-hearted banter and Adele even invited Maria to join them. "Are you going to your class tonight?" Adele asked Lana. It took a while for Lana to search her brain for the answer; what class was Adele talking about? It then struck her that it was a pole dancing class. Lana initially rejected the idea of pole dancing as ludicrous, until she started wondering how good she might be. "Yes, I suppose I am," Lana replied, curiosity getting the better of her. "I'll give you a ride," Jason volunteered. Lana and Cindy found school fun and rewarding as usual. Lana was finding it more difficult to enjoy the experience than Cindy, as she was always expecting the reprimands that Alan received. Kevin was obviously avoiding Lana. Shania was pleasant enough but always displayed a hint of malice. She clarified the party was leather and lace, the kinkier the better. A swimming costume might be a good idea, but you had to turn up in costume. There would be plenty of food and drink. The party would start early from half-past-five and there would be no admissions after half- past-six, unless there was a good reason. The weather was hot, but not as much as it had been and lunch was spent outside under the shade of a tree. "Have you thought any more about the party?" Cindy asked. "I've still got this," Lana replied, handing over a small, plastic bag. "Hypno Disk (good for one use)," Cindy read aloud. "Amuse your friends and family with the power of hypnosis. Mesmerise your subject to strut like a chicken, perform like a diva or dance like a ballerina. Effects last seven days." "Or, turn on Shania instead of me," Lana said. "If I can control Bobby Brickman then I will control the whole football team." "Sounds risky, what if they don't follow orders?" Cindy asked worriedly. "It's a risk I think we'll have to take," sighed Lana. "I wonder if we can get some more disks at the mall? We should try later" "In the meantime we should get some things to wear," Cindy suggested. The rest of lunch was spent giggling while shopping online at fetish fashion sites. After school, Lana and Cindy managed to corner the elusive Kevin in a secluded passage. "Why have you been avoiding me, Kevin?" Lana asked, pressing in close so that the boy's face was in danger of being smothered by her bosom. She reached down and unzipped his fly to massage his cock. "I haven't been avoiding you, I've just, I've just," Kevin repeated, either searching for an excuse or distracted by Lana's fondling. "It's OK to say I embarrass you, Kevin," Lana breathed into the boy's ear. "I understand that you don't want to be associated with the freak. Perhaps, you're afraid of being called gay? You're not gay, Kevin, you haven't done anything that a good hetero wouldn't do to a girl. I wish I was prettier, then you might like me some more." "Oh god no, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Kevin blurted, succumbing to the loaded statement. Kevin's cock was fully turgid and oozing thick pre-cum, ready to burst. "Then there'll be no more avoiding me, will there?" Lana asked, dropping to her knees and engulfing Kevin's cock in her mouth. "You will be coming to the party on Saturday, won't you," Cindy asked Kevin as Lana greedily sucked on his penis. "I can't, my mom probably won't let me," gasped Kevin. "Probably?" Cindy probed. "She doesn't like me going to, oh my god, places with people she doesn't know, oh god," Kevin panted. "We'll see if we can persuade her, shall we?" Cindy proposed. "Wouldn't it be great turning up at Shania's with two sexy girls? You do think I'm sexy, don't you?" That was all Kevin could take and he shot three huge spurts into Lana's mouth. Lana cleaned up and gave Kevin a brief but passionate kiss. The girls drove Kevin home and ascertained that his surname was Carter and he was struggling with math. Kevin's home was in a run of the mill part of town and although it was uninspiring, it was clean and a decent size. Kevin was panicky as he led the girls into his home. They were greeted by an extremely forgettable woman, who looked concerned and slightly angry. "Kevin, where have you been?" She asked, suppressing her ire. "Why didn't you come home with your brother?" "I'm sorry, Mrs Carter, it's our fault," Cindy started. "Kevin was asking us about a math problem and we just got carried way. We mentor Kevin with his math when we can." "Oh, I see," Mrs Carter said, thrown by the reply, "and you are?" "I'm Cindy Loving and this is my sister, Lana," Cindy indicated. Mrs Carter eyed the girls' obviously new clothes and looked out the window at the Mercedes. "You're not Adele Loving's children, are you?" Mrs Carter enquired, revealing Adele had a reputation unknown to the girls. "Why yes, do you know mummy?" Lana replied. "Oh, ah, no," Mrs Carter awkwardly stuttered, clearly wishing she hadn't asked the question. "Thank you for helping Kevin and bringing him home." "It's a pleasure," Lana smiled. "Goodbye Kevin, goodbye Mrs Carter." The girls began to leave but stopped at the front door. "Oh, by the way, Kevin has been invited to Shania McQueen's party on Saturday," Lana informed Mrs Carter. "Is it OK for him to go with us? We'll take good care of him." Lana knew the offer of care was flimsy, but the McQueen name carried a huge amount of weight in the area and refusing the invite could have consequences. "I don't know," said Mrs Carter, the cogs in her head almost audible, "I suppose. Yes. Yes, OK." 13: SPELLS R US, JUST VISITING Spells R Us was empty, save for the Old Man who groaned as the girls entered. "Have you thought long and hard about your next wish?" He bellowed with hands raised, as if he was a mighty wizard about to cast a spell. "No, we're just browsing," Lana said. "Oh, well knock yourself out," the Old Man replied, clearly relieved. The girls spent a few minutes checking through knick-knacks and cheap novelties, before Lana went to speak to the Old Man. "Do you have any more Hypno Disks I can buy?" She asked. "That was the last one," the Old Man said sternly, his tone indicating that Lana shouldn't bother asking again. "Do you have anything else that I might find useful, like w-itching powder, or b-itching powder?" Lana probed. "Wow, that's pure gold!" The Old Man enthused, as he started writing in a pocket book. "Witching and Bitching powder." After the Old Man underlined the entry, he handed Lana a plastic bag containing a long rod with a silver star at the end. It was labelled "Fairy Wand (good for one use)". "I think you've earned that," the Old Man said. Cindy put down a small vial on the counter. It looked like a medicine bottle with a dropper in the cap and was labelled "No. 9". "One thousand dollars, please," the Old Man demanded. "A thousand dollars, that's outrageous," Cindy scoffed. "You don't think I make any money selling magic lamps at five bucks a piece, do you?" The Old Man snapped back. "You either want it or you don't." "Fine," said Cindy handing over a card. The girls left and went for ice cream.