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IX: Hangovers Maggie remained quiet as she drove Tammy away from Cincher's. She could hear Tammy still sobbing over what had transpired. In her sorrow, Tammy did not notice that the car was not only distancing itself from Cincher's, but from the city Bullchester...and the surrounding suburbs...as a whole. They drove well into the night, and once Maggie ran her car across a large bridge, with Bullchester far behind them, she decided to pull into a hotel. After parking her vehicle, Maggie turned to her distraught passenger. "Come on, hon. We'll stay here for the night." Tammy wiped makeup-stained tears from her face. "Wh-where are we?" "A really nice hotel." Maggie smiled, rubbing the mouse girl's shoulder sympathetically. "We're nowhere near Bullchester, so we should be safe. For tonight, at least." Tammy nodded as she came out of the car and followed Maggie into the hotel lobby. Although the desk clerk gave them both a doubletake over their costumes, they were easily able to acquire a nice enough third floor room. Tammy remained silent, staring forward in an almost catatonic way, as the elevator they stepped into made its ascent. Maggie cast a sympathetic gaze upon her young friend. The concerned tigress attempted a bit of levity to lighten the mood. "Something tells me we're gonna make a bit of a mess in our room's bathtub trying to wash all this makeup off." Fortunately, Tammy managed a smile at this, although she continued to stare forward. When the elevator doors opened, Tammy followed Maggie to the room they were given, and they disappeared behind the door. A plastic 'do not disturb' doorknob sign was on the other side of the hotel room door, and Maggie placed this on the outer doorknob before shutting the door. As Maggie pulled off the latex attachment on her face, Tammy drifted over to the room's single large bed and quietly sat upon it, still lost in her funk. "I'll get us both something more...civilian to wear tomorrow, for the time being," Maggie noted, stepping over to Tammy. "I mean, you don't want to keep walking around looking like a mouse, do you?" Tammy kept staring forward. Maggie settled herself beside the mouse girl on the bed. "You do realize that your mom was not herself, right? Everything she said to you tonight. It was all conditioning. Apparently, they're setting Ruth up for some kind of involvement in the Salon. I found out she's related to Celeste, too, which is probably why she arranged for her to move down to Bullchester in the first place." As there was, once again, no visible reaction to this, Maggie figured that she needed to try and erode some of Tammy's own mental conditioning before she could pursue this line of reasoning any further. Maggie got up and knelt in front of the mouse girl, grasping her shoulders as she looked into her eyes. "I'll be right back." Tammy could hear the sound of a tub faucet running, and soon, hot steam could be seen coming from the bathroom as the mouse girl distressfully sighed out once again. A few minutes later, Maggie came back out and gestured for her young friend to rise. "Come on, hon. On your feet. The water's nice and warm. Let's get you out of that costume." Tammy slowly rose up. As Maggie pulled down the zipper in the back, the mouse girl's mind made a mental leap to those moments when she was still Timmy, and in his younger years, when Ruth would wash and clean him in a bathtub as he sat and played in the water. Tammy remembered Ruth trying to be happy despite bruises that were on her face, no doubt from abuse Brock had inflicted upon her. In all those early years, Timmy was perhaps the sole source of Ruth's happiness. Tammy followed Maggie to the bathtub, and her pale, naked body slowly lowered into the water. After a moment, the mouse-faced girl smiled once again as she relaxed herself. Maggie knelt beside her, outside of the bathtub, and after a moment, she brought a hand to her face to begin peeling off the latex attachment on Tammy's face. Glancing to Tammy's submerged breasts, Maggie saw that they looked a little larger. They were apparently approaching the size of an F-Cup. Tammy brought a hand up to her mouth to remove the mouse-tooth bridge appliance. She then let out another relaxed sigh as she dropped the fake teeth on the bathroom floor outside of the tub. Still smiling, Tammy's half-lidded eyes turned to Maggie's. "You like what you see, don't you?" Maggie had to go with this. She knew that kind of question was provoked by Tammy's conditioning. They wanted her to be sexual in her nature as a feminized male, after all. The tigress nodded. "Yeah. I do." She then went for a washcloth and unwrapped a bar of the room's complimentary soap. "But I want to see the face behind all that makeup, too." Lathering the cloth up, Maggie began washing up Tammy's face as thoroughly as she could. Florian had told Maggie, during his work on her, that the makeup would wash off fairly quickly, so it did not take long for the gray, black, and white colors all over Tammy's face to come off completely, revealing a face far more feminine than the last time Maggie had encountered Timmy. "Rinse, dear," Maggie remarked, smiling. As Tammy did so, Maggie's hands went to her eyes as she took a moment to carefully remove the contact lenses she was wearing. Tammy's wet face turned to Maggie's once again. She had another suggestive smile on her lips. "Y'know...technically, you're in a bathing suit. You could come in with me." Maggie had to giggle at this. "The work Florian did on me was a bit more radical, hon. I don't need a bath. I need a shower." "So? Drain the water, and turn the shower on." Tammy brought her grinning face close to Maggie's. "I'll clean you up myself." Maggie arched an eyebrow. "My, my, my. Haven't you become a flirtatious little minx?" She mused aloud as she opened the stopped- up drain, allowing the water level to begin receding. "Count yourself lucky that I find your suggestion appealing, Tamara." The former boy frowned in confusion. "My name's Tammy." "Not to me, it isn't," Maggie pointedly replied, quickly turning her head back to the bath's occupant. "I prefer Tamara." She then brought her face close to Tammy's, her expression remaining serious. "And I'll expect you to scrub me down completely, from head to toe. Understood?" Tammy couldn't help but feel a thrill over Maggie's dominant nature...and her assertive tone...as she timidly nodded. "Yes, Maggie." Once the water level was low enough, Tammy rose to her feet as Maggie slipped out of the fur-lined bathing suit. Looking at the former boy, the taller woman saw that there was no trace of any visible masculinity left, save for the tiny nub that used to be a male penis. She even had an hourglass figure, as well, justified by the large posterior and her big breasts. No doubt indicative of the slut body Rita wanted Timmy to have, Maggie mused to herself. Once Tammy obeyed Maggie's request to turn the shower head on, she looked up lustfully to Maggie as she stepped into the tub. She then handed Tammy a clean washcloth and the soap bar, which the former boy used to lather up the washcloth as Maggie drenched herself in the spray of hot water, the makeup all over her body already beginning to melt away. A thick lather of suds then washed over Maggie's bare body as Tammy went to work, cleaning off the larger woman's athletic figure as thoroughly as she could as the hot water continued to spray down upon them both. The soapy washcloth went over the black-striped orange body paint coverings upon her upper torso first, making sure she didn't miss a single inch of the area before letting the shower spray rinse it all off. Tammy advised Maggie to close her eyes and hold her breath as she covered the older woman's face in a thick layer of lather. Maggie then stood beneath the shower nozzle to let the stream of water wash the suds away, the body paint coming off with it. Tammy had to discard the paint-stained washcloth, grabbing another clean one to drench in water and then lather up with the soap bar. She then lowered to a knee and began lathering up Maggie's legs, covering them in suds and scrubbing them clean of the body paint as much as she could. Going over her feet, submerged in the thin level of water below, Tammy could not help but look forward to caring for those feet in a manner other than just scrubbing them clean. Maggie smiled as Tammy examined her cleaned-off body, stepping around her slowly in doing so. When Tammy was once again in front of the woman, she took the paint-stained washcloth from the former boy and placed it with the other soiled washcloth. She then rubbed a hand against Tammy's cheek as she stared submissively up at her. "Good work, Tamara." Maggie's lips closed the distance to Tammy's as she softly spoke. "You deserve a reward." Tammy moaned softly as Maggie locked her lips with hers, the taller woman's arms wrapping around the former boy to pull her in as the shower head continued to stream down upon them both. One of Maggie's hands moved down to rub at Tammy's large, wet posterior as they continued to passionately kiss. Maggie could tell, however, that this was the first time the former boy had ever been kissed in this way, as Tammy seemed to be kissing back in an awkward manner. Maggie couldn't help but find this amusing as she lingered her kiss upon Tammy's luscious-looking lips. The larger woman stopped, however, and her hands went to shut the water off. She then gestured for Tammy to step out of the tub. A little surprised at the sudden actions, Tammy slowly and carefully complied. Maggie smirked as her hands went to her hips. "Aren't you going to pat me dry?" "Huh? Oh..." Tammy quickly went for a dry towel, opening it up so Maggie could step into it. "...sorry." "Now I know you were once a boy, so I should tell you how you should dry yourself, now that you consider yourself a female," Maggie explained, picking up one end of the large towel Tammy held. She then demonstrated the dry-patting Maggie had mentioned. "Like this, now. All over my body. You're not finished until I am totally dry. Never rub the towel against my skin. Only men do that kind of thing. Now go on. Try it." Tammy nodded and began dry-patting the larger woman as she had been instructed, going over every inch of her well-toned body once again. Maggie held her arms out to the sides so that Tammy could dry-pat along the lengths of those limbs. Once Maggie was satisfied with Tammy's work, she had the former boy dry herself off in the same manner. The dominant woman then led the former boy to the Hotel room's bed. Tammy turned to Maggie, looking a little confused. "Did you want...me...to take the bed?" Maggie shook her head, smiling. "I want us to get in that bed, seeing as how you've done such a good job of pampering me." She then gestured to the comfortable-looking bed. "You first." Nodding, Tammy crawled on top of the sheets, and then rolled upon them to face Maggie. Her moves were entirely suggestive as she positioned herself, and her eyes were once again half-lidded with a lascivious want. Her smile reflected this as well. Maggie couldn't help but smile back, shaking her head. "They've made you far too voracious. We're gonna have to do something about that. I know what you're thinking, but..." Tammy sighed, looking a little crestfallen. "Okay...another time, then, I guess..." As the former boy's consciousness began to dissolve into a deep sleep, Maggie lingered her gaze upon Tammy's body. Her chest had settled into nicely-formed F-Cups. Maggie knew that the only way she could counter this was to begin a counter-conditioning regimen of her own, and since Tammy looked like she was breathing the slow breaths of a deep sleep, she could begin. The syringe she had with her, in her car, would be step one. The injection...which was empowered primarily with her own angel- resistant blood...would provide the former boy with the same immunity to Celeste's angels that she herself benefited from. Maggie hoped to be able to keep an eye on Tammy as often as she could, but given all that she needed to do to keep up with the Cresswell machinations, she knew that would be difficult. Even for her. The raven-haired woman pulled the covers of the bed over Tammy's naked body. After everything she had been through at the party and with her mother, Tammy was naturally exhausted enough to accept the embrace of a deep sleep. Maggie kept staring at Tammy as she laid there, waiting for a moment in which she was certain the former boy was fully unconscious. After an hour, she was convinced by the sound of Tammy's breathing...and her rapid-eye movement...that Maggie could begin. Quietly, Maggie left the room and began making her way back outside to her car so she could retrieve the syringe, throwing on some light clothing before doing so. * * * "Hello, Celeste," the Mayoress began, taking a somewhat sarcastic tone. "Good party tonight." "Don't get smart-mouthed with me, Julia," Celeste's voice replied. "I hope you plan on sending people out to find Maggie and Tammy. Rita has been bugging me to get on your ass about it." "Well, she's gonna need to go without her playmate for tonight." Julia shrugged as she spoke. "I'll...see what I can do tomorrow." "You had better make an effort, dear," Celeste warned. "I'd hate to think that our new Mayoress cares more about having herself pleasured than doing her job." Oh, NOW it's my job. Julia thought to herself. I thought I was your damn puppet. "If you get any leads, I want to know about it. Otherwise, I might just hand your own prize over to Rita as compensation. Good night, Mayoress." Julia smirked as she heard Celeste disconnect. Fat chance, bitch. After placing the smartphone back on the dresser, Julia sighed irritably. Unlike Rita's prize, Julia knew that the likes of Lenore and Jemima would always be loyal to the Mayoress. Julia's seed, after all, had not only shaped their bodies, but their minds as well. Jemima, however, was more of a business acquisition. Lenore would be all about entertainment. She had already wildly satisfied the crowds at the party with the fan dancing she had been taught to perform at Cincher's, and her body had developed fast enough to hold the gazes of all who stared upon her during her performance. Julia, however, wanted to see just how much more Lenore could develop. Perhaps she could have a body ten times better than the woman Timothy Portnoy became. It could conceivably help Julia get her mind off of the boy that was supposed to be Rita's personal slut. It was admittedly tough for the Mayoress to shake the memory of that shapely young woman. She couldn't help but admit to herself, as she sat upon her bed, that she also wanted Tammy. * * * Fortunately, Maggie was able to remove the headphones from the slumbering former boy without disturbing her deep sleep. She just hoped that Rita's conditioning had not been laid too deeply upon Tammy, or the effort to re-condition her would be a little more difficult. Eventually, Tammy's eyes slowly opened. The pupils of her eyes stared straight ahead. They then moved to the right, to where a casually-clothed Maggie was standing, smiling down at her. Tammy's head slowly moved to face the raven-haired woman, the pupils remaining upon Maggie. "Good morning, sleepy-head," Maggie remarked. "Hi," Tammy quietly responded. "What time is it?" "Oh, 'bout...nine-ish," Maggie replied. Tammy then noticed the large mound of bedsheets below her, at her chest level. Her first thought was that something round had been placed on her chest. But when she pulled the covers down, she exposed a pair of large, naked, F-Cup breasts. And they were hers. Tammy just stared down at them, transfixed. Her hands came up to rub upon them, feeling their firmness. Even as she continued to lay upon the bed. Time for your first test. Maggie thought to herself as she continued to gaze upon Tammy. "Not bad, eh, Timothy?" Tammy's head snapped to Maggie, a distinct frown of confusion on her face. "Huh? Timothy??" Maggie feigned surprise. "That's not your name?" Tammy shook her head, her expression reflecting just how ridiculous that notion was. "My name's Tamara. Don't call me Tammy, either." Maggie nodded, smiling in her relief. Her counter-conditioning had indeed taken hold. "Not a problem, hon. Tammy doesn't suit you, anyway." Tamara shook her head. "Not at all." Maggie's gaze lingered upon the former boy as she brought her torso up and away from the mattress, stretching her arms to the sides with a quiet yawn. Effeminately keeping her smooth, shapely legs together, Tamara swung them to the side of the bed and planted both of her feet on the ground, her large posterior subsequently rising from the bed. Tamara moved in an undeniably and attractively feminine manner, once again reflecting the subliminal reprogramming Maggie had subjected her to as she slept. The hips of her naked body fetchingly swayed as she moved towards a large mirror on top of the room's dresser. As Tamara stared into her own reflected eyes, the events of the previous night came back to her. Particularly, that of how her own mother had found a man she was intending to marry, and to basically change her life in a manner Tamara was definitely not content with. Concern and worry for Ruth manifested in her troubled mind as Maggie stepped up behind her. Maggie wrapped her arms around the former boy's waist. "Penny for your thoughts, sexy?" Tamara lowered her head thoughtfully. "I...I was thinking about mom." The smile on Maggie's lips dissolved. She had to sympathize with Tamara, even though this was not part of the conditioning material Tamara listened to as she slept. This could only mean that Tamara's feelings for her mom were very strong. Maggie felt bad for her feminized friend, and she grasped her shoulder sympathetically. "Yeah...I'm sorry, hon. I can imagine how you must feel." Tamara turned to Maggie with a yearning gaze. "Couldn't we do anything about that, Maggie? I mean...couldn't we try to get her away from those people, at least? I don't care what happens to me...but I want her to be safe, and as far away from Bullchester as possible." Maggie nodded, understanding, but she was perplexed at the same time over the gravity of Tamara's request. "I wonder if you're aware of how difficult that would be, Tamara. As much as they tried to condition you, they did do the same to your mom. Their hold on her might even be stronger than the mental hold they had on you." "Maggie...she's my mom," Tamara pleaded. "I can't just leave her like that! I don't know anything about that guy she wants to marry! For all I know, he could turn my mom into some kind of...some kind of prostitute or something! I don't wanna see that happen to her!" "Oh, I don't think Celeste would want to see that happen to her either, dear." As much as Maggie was tempted to share the familial connection Ruth had to Celeste with Tamara, she was wary of how the former boy would react to this. Shocked into confusion, perhaps, or worse. She had to steer clear of this for the time being. "I think Celeste has other, more business-oriented plans for your mother. You, on the other hand? I'm sure they thought of you as needless baggage. Someone to be feminized, and turned over to one of the debutantes to serve as just another of their formerly male sex harlots." Tamara sighed aloud in her irritation. "I told you, I don't care what happens to me. I've got to get her away from those people!" She then stepped up close to Maggie, staring longingly into her eyes. "Please help me, Maggie...I'll do anything. Anything. Whatever you want. Whatever it takes. Please help me get my mom away from those people." Tamara then lowered to her knees, still angling her head up to the taller woman. "I'm begging you." After a moment, Maggie rubbed a hand against Tamara's cheek, and she rubbed her own head against the hand, still looking up at Maggie yearningly. The kneeling former boy's eyes locked with Maggie's. Given the way Tamara looked, it was admittedly hard to refuse her. Such was her feminine body shape that she could easily sway the opinions of most men in the most advantageously submissive fashion. "Anything, eh?" Maggie began, ending the silence. "I might just hold you to that, you know. You're lucky I'm a sucker for a real challenge." Maggie's hand moved to rub at Tamara's hair as she kept looking down at her. "You've got to follow my lead for the obvious reasons, no matter what we do...and more importantly, you have to trust me. No matter what." "I will," Tamara replied. "I promise." Maggie nodded in acknowledgement. "First thing I need to do is to get you a day's worth of clothes. Then we can see about building up a new wardrobe for you. I'm not about to risk going back into Bullchester just to get your clothes." Tamara nodded. "And then?" "And then, we eat," Maggie replied, already envisioning a body type for the milk white-skinned former boy. "Although you're going to eat a little more than I will." Tamara frowned in her puzzlement. "Why?" Maggie just grinned. "You'll see." * * * Maggie and the Portnoys were prominent in the mind of Celeste Richards as she drove over to Bullchester's ever-ominous Fertility Clinic. Petal had sent a request for her to go there via the Speakabout widget, as she had "something to show her". Petal shared no details whatsoever. Celeste could only take a wild guess as to what she was about to be shown, and that could only factor into why the Portnoys...particularly Tammy...was on her mind. Petal had told her where she was. It was a segmented room, separated by a glass wall which convincingly resembled a wall on one side, yet allowed anyone on the opposite side of the wall to see through quite clearly. One half...filled with chairs...was an observation area. The other looked no different from a white examination room in any given hospital. There was a single stool, and a computer unit with a set of cabinets beneath it. Seated upon the stool was a large, pale-skinned woman whose face looked quite old, and Celeste knew that this was one of those cases in which someone's age was deliberately advanced through her special formulas. This woman had a head of short brown hair, and there wasn't a single item of clothing anywhere on her body. Her chest, however, was most prominent. They looked gorged, no doubt with milk. Flanking the dazed-looking woman were two nurses. Celeste couldn't recognize the face, and she turned her head to Petal, frowning in confusion. "Who is that?" Petal smiled ominously. "Remember that stubborn old tailor guy who owned that old clothing place in town that we recently put out of business? Well...I offered him a nice little fortune if he could offer himself for a series of experiments involving youth restoration. He looked skeptical, but I knew the money would win him over." Celeste smirked. "How nice of you." "Well, it's not like I was lying," Petal mused. "I mean, look at him...or rather, her. She looks a little younger now, doesn't she?" "Not by much," Celeste replied, her eyes lingering on the confused- looking former tailor. "Seems you've given her a bit of mass, too. Particularly in her breasts." "That's intentional," Petal noted. "She also never had that kind of milk-white skin as a man." As they watched, the large-breasted tailor's visible demeanor went from confusion to a building sense of irritation, and not even the words the nurses used to try and calm her down was making much of a difference. Petal went to a panel that looked like an intercom and pushed down a lever which opened up a small array of shutters. This allowed sound from the adjoining room to be heard. The words, however, were the logical babbles of protest from the milk white- skinned test subject, and the attempts by the nurses to try and calm her down. "Celeste is here, ladies," Petal spoke loudly through the open shutters. "You may...indulge yourselves." "Huh? Petal? Is that YOU??" The tailor now sounded even more agitated. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE T...to..." Her angry voice weakened as both nurses attached their lips to the fat nipples of the former man's breasts, and they began to suckle from them. The test subject's eyes went wide at first in her evident shock, but the eyelids lowered in the very next moment as the nurses continued to suckle upon her. All the angry tenseness in her body loosened, and her arms now hung down. "Mmmmmh...." was all the former tailor could say as the nurses continued to drink from her. She continued to moan quietly, practically docile as she sat there, incapable of saying any more words of protest, and not being able to lift so much as a finger to prevent the nurses from their deep suckling. The former man then shuddered, and alternated another sound in so doing. "...ooooohhh..." Celeste smiled ominously, seeing the former tailor's predicament. "And that, Madame Celeste, is the considerable advantage that Project Heifer gives us in keeping those we treat with the serum in line," Petal explained. "They are perpetual milk producers. I figure that if we're going to be developing pregnant women here at the clinic, we should have a means of providing their offspring with plenty of milk. Beyond whatever breastfeeding the babies engage in, of course. If you wanted, we could even apply Project Heifer to the pregnant subjects themselves. However you choose to make use of the project, in any case, is ultimately up to you." Celeste, however, maintained her smile for a very different reason. She actually knew in advance about the perks presented by this serum's use, having analyzed it in secret. She knew it would work as it was supposed to, although she had not seen evidence of the effect the suckling was having on the former tailor, who continued to moan and shudder as the nurses kept drinking. A generous dose of this very serum was then injected into the breasts of the former boy...once known as Timmy Portnoy...when she and Rita Noble visited him unannounced at Larry Hanel's office. Celeste feigned curiosity as she spoke. "Is this your first test subject, Petal?" The former boy now called Petal nodded proudly. "It is. Perhaps you can find a way to get the serum into Maggie Katzhoff. Or even Tammy." Celeste deviously grinned. "I already have, Petal...or have you noticed that Tammy's skin looks just as milk-white as your busty lab rat in there? Her breasts are probably just as big now, too." Petal blinked in her surprise. She was hardly alarmed, though. It wasn't the first time, after all, that Celeste had done something without Petal knowing. "Well, I...I suppose you have an edge now on...yes. On Maggie, seeing as how she apparently cares so much for Tammy." "All we have to do is get Tammy away from Maggie," Celeste explained as her eyes returned to Petal's 'lab rat'. "I don't know what Maggie's intentions are for Tammy, but all things considered, it won't matter once we can get someone to drink from her breasts." "I figured I could develop Project Heifer a little further." Petal's eyes also returned to the former tailor as she closed the shutter panel. "Make it possible for subjects to produce milk which could induce feminization in males. All they would have to do is drink it right from the breast." Celeste, however, was still gazing upon the former tailor, who was continuing to look docile as the nurses continued their drinking. She envisioned seeing Tammy sitting there, lost to whatever incredible feelings the tailor was currently experiencing. "MMmmmmmh..." The former man, lost to the throes of exquisite pleasure, shuddered once again. By now, she didn't want these exquisite sensations to end. "...oooooooohhh..." X: Jelly Gum Drops Tamara's gaze once again lingered upon herself as she stared into the hotel room's full-length mirror. Her smooth hands ran slowly around the feminine curves of her bare, sexy body. She remained quite astonished as to how far removed she now was from the boy she used to be. She dimly remembered how Timothy Portnoy looked in the days before he came to Bullchester. How socially awkward he was. How close he was to his mother compared to his late father. Tamara's gaze returned to her own feminine face, with the attractively pouty lips and the full head of hair, which in its unwashed state looked a little unkempt. As she gazed upon that face, she could certainly see traces of the old Timothy in that face. Or more accurately, a female version of Timothy. Idle slut rubs her nipples. The memory of Rita's voice speaking those words when Timmy was asleep was beginning to re-manifest in Tamara's mind. Her hands moved to the pair of large, F-Cup mammaries in front of her, and she began rubbing at the perky nipples, savoring the tingly sensations the friction gave her as she stepped back towards the hotel bed. Idle slut sucks her middle finger. As one hand continued to rub at a nipple, Tamara brought the middle finger of her other hand to her mouth... "Hey...HEY!!" Two strong hands suddenly grabbed each of Tamara's wrists and pulled her up as a glaring Maggie growled. "Snap OUT of it!!" The voice was enough to bring Tamara out of her daze, although the tingling feeling lingered for about a minute before it dissolved. "Y- yes, Miss." "'Yes, Miss'? Where'd you get THAT from?" Maggie sternly inquired. She then sighed as she released her firm grips on the former boy. "I guess I should have expected that they'd dig their subliminal talons pretty deep into you during the week. Y'know, none of that would have happened if you had a cell phone on you, Tamara." "I was planning to get one with whatever money I could save up," Tamara reasoned, posing in a femininely timid manner. "It's my first job, after all, and payday isn't until next week." A troubling thought then hit her. "Assuming I still have a job, that is." Maggie arched an eyebrow. "Did Larry fire you?" Tamara shook her head, running a free hand through her hair nervously. "Then you still have a job, don't you?" Maggie shrugged, smiling. "Believe me, sweetie. If he wanted you fired, he'd either call you, or tell you right to your face. He prefers the latter, of course." Tamara slowly nodded. "That's a comfort, at least..." An ominous thought then occurred to her. "...but, wait...his offices are in Bullchester. We'd have to go back." "Well, we'll see what Larry has to say about that," Maggie mused. "Maybe he has a backup plan. Or a spare office, or something. We'll talk about that later." She then moved to a full shopping bag she had dropped behind her in her rush to grab Tamara, and placed it on the bed. "For now? Get dressed." Tamara looked into the bags curiously, and then pulled out the articles of clothing inside. What she found was a fashionable, low-cut white satin blouse and a pair of black jeans. Tamara also found a flesh-colored bra with matching panties to go with it, and a pair of gray slip-on loafers. The loafers fit comfortably enough, but the outfit Maggie had gotten for her turned out to be sinfully tight. The blouse, in particular, placed emphasis on her cleavage. But the outfit was at least comfortable enough to move around in. Maggie next worked on Tamara's hair using hair care products she had procured during her shopping trip. She worked on the former boy's hair using a variety of large hair rollers. As Maggie worked, Tamara picked up on an odd, but sweet-smelling scent. "What kind of shampoo is that?" Tamara asked, furrowing her brow curiously.. Maggie had to giggle a bit. "It's not shampoo at all. I'm giving your hair a brand new color. I want you to stand out, after all, for the kind of image I need you to have." Tamara felt the urge to ask more questions, but she kept quiet instead, slowly nodding in acknowledgement as Maggie continued working. Eventually, she stopped her work and then stepped in front of the former boy. "Now we just need to wait for a little bit. I need to make a phone call or two, so just stay here and relax...and Tamara? Don't do that finger-sucking or that nipple-rubbing again. That's the life Rita Noble wanted for you, and you don't want that, do you?" Tamara was a bit hesitant, but she did shake her head. Maggie picked up on this hesitation. "Mmmm. Obviously, you've still got some of Rita's subliminal poison in your head. You've got to try and remember that this is one of the people who want to separate you from your mother. I'm the one that's going to get her away from them. Isn't that what you want?" "You mean, we are gonna be the ones who will get Mom away from them," Tamara emphatically corrected. Maggie smiled. Thankfully, the urge to rebel against Celeste and her Cresswell associates was still very much there. She could hear it in the former boy's voice for sure. "I stand corrected." "So once my hair's ready..." "...we go eat." Maggie finished Tamara's sentence. "And I hope you don't mind fast food, because that needs to be your new thing." Tamara shrugged. "Fine by me. As long as I don't kill myself from one too many Double Cheeseburgers." Maggie giggled again. "I never said you wouldn't be exercising, sweetie. That's also going to be on your to-do list, and you're NOT going to slack off on that. Understood?" "Yes, Mi..." Tamara caught herself and blushed deeply. "...I mean, Maggie." Maggie shook her head as she smirked at the former boy. "You're lucky I like you as much as I do. Believe me...when I'm finished with your little makeover, the last thing you'll want to be is a maid." Tamara's response to that did not come out of her mouth, but was instead held to the privacy of her thoughts. Too bad. The former boy thought to herself. I'll still be your maid anyway. While Maggie was away making her phone calls, Tamara could not help but fidget a bit. She caught the fingers of her hand twiddling near one of the nipples of her breasts, and she tapped at her chin with one of her middle fingers. It got to the point where she needed to rock in place just to try and calm herself as she sat idly in her place. Her eyes slowly closed as she daydreamed angling her head up to a physically attractive man. She puckered up as her phantom lover locked lips with her own. Maggie eventually returned...but when she saw Tamara craning her head up to maintain a kiss with someone who obviously existed in her own heavily-conditioned mind, she did not immediately move in to break the former boy's moment of imaginary passion. She just sighed aloud, knowing full well that Rita's influence would take a little more time to overcome. She was confident, however, that the debutante's influence on Tamara could be permanently broken. * * * "Back home...I'm nobody!" A nerdy, disembodied voice spoke as a large, reptilian beast flew away from the screen, carrying a mostly- naked man and a similarly, partially bare woman on its back. "But here...I'm DEN!" Dennis Blake smiled as he hit the 'pause' button on the remote control of the TV in his bedroom. Of all the sequences in the animated movie Heavy Metal, this was the one portion of the movie he loved the most. When he first saw the film, he became so curious that he wanted to learn more about the segment. This led him to the illustrated works that convinced the creators of the adults-only comic magazine to add it to their daily offerings of adult-oriented comics. Dennis managed to find the original works crafted by the story's creator, Richard Corben. He picked up the follow-ups and sequels. He was completely hooked. This only made repeat viewings of the animated segment in the movie all the more watchable. The idea of a socially-awkward kid becoming a big, bald, muscle-bound tough guy really appealed to him. Although he also seemed to get into the fact that Den got himself into sexual situations during his adventures in so doing. He had an eye for the kinds of bodacious and shapely women Den habitually ran into, virtuous or otherwise. As Dennis was also academically inclined, he was among those kinds of young men who made an effort to hide his less virtuous inclinations. Often was the case where he had to hide his adults-only magazines and publications from the prying eyes of his mother, who was of course less tolerant of such things and would sooner burn such material than see it anywhere inside their home. Dennis had the benefit of a wealthy family, too, and many of his peers would privately observe that the young man was among the privileged of society. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so to speak, and certainly the kind of man who would be assured of employment in his father's business when he was ready and fully educated. Such was the kind of life Dennis would not mind embracing. As he had recently graduated from school, he was that much closer to such a distinction anyway. Although for all his privileges and his benefits, it certainly didn?t make the young man indifferent to the people around him. He was never the bullying sort, nor was he cruel to anyone if they themselves were not mean to him. In fact, Dennis remained as blessedly tolerant and understanding as the nicer people of the world, perhaps because of the lessons he learned through the kinds of stories of adventures he enjoyed growing up, the travails of Den primarily among them. What Dennis was unaware of, however, was that the business he was promised had fallen on hard financial times as of late. Profits suffered, and employment opportunities were few. Harold Blake, however, could not bring himself to admit this to his son despite his wife Carolyn?s constant urging to have a sit-down with Dennis and make the necessary explanations, hard as it might be for Dennis to accept once he heard it. Ironically, Carolyn herself had no desire to open up and reveal these things to her own son, either. She just couldn?t do it. Such was her mindset that it had to be his father since, after all, he was the man behind the business Dennis was to one day inherit. Things had been quiet, though, in the time since Dennis graduated, although the young man remained jobless. His parents outright refused to see their son working in jobs that they believed were beneath their son?s status. Neither one of them had any regret in keeping their son financially stable for as long as he still lived with them, but they both knew he needed to get busy earning money for himself, preferably through the Management position Harold had long promised to him. Dennis sought out the position on the DVD where the animated story of Den would begin again, but he swiftly stopped the player when he heard a knock on the door of his room. Dennis snapped his head towards the door. "Yeah?" "It?s...me, son," a calm, low voice responded. "It?s Daddy. Can I come in, or would you rather watch Den save the world again?" Dennis chuckled. "It?s OK. Come on in." Harold Blake...a slightly balding, middle-aged man with a neatly- trimmed mustache...stepped into his son?s room with a smile on his face as he calmly walked in. "Got a minute? I wanna have a little talk with you." Dennis shrugged, smiling. "Sure, Dad. Want the seat? I?ll sit on the bed." Harold shook his head, raising a hand. "No, that?s OK. Stay where you are." He then settled his posterior on the bed, keeping his eyes on his son. He then let out a thoughtful sigh. "I...came here, first off, to...apologize." Dennis frowned. "For what?" "For not being more open to you," Harry replied. "I know we said a lot of things to you about your future, and...well, there were some things I...I didn?t want to tell you. Or rather, I couldn?t tell you." Dennis blinked as he tried to comprehend what he was being told. "Issss...this about...the business? The one you told me I?d be able to..." Harold cut him off quickly. "Yes, yes. That?s...pretty much it." "Well...I?ve been patient. I?ll keep being patient, if that?s what you want, Dad," Dennis remarked. "You know...whenever you?re ready." Harold smiled. "Well...there?s some things I need to work out before we can get you started down that road. For the moment, though, there?s another opportunity that I think would give you a little, shall we say, on-the-job training. Get you prepared for when I do get things worked out down here." Dennis nodded. "I?m listening." Harold needed to clear the air first, however, on a matter he knew his son was unaware of. "Before I tell you, there?s something else you should know. You remember your Uncle Barry, right?" Dennis nodded again. "Uh-huh." "Well, he?s looking a little...different these days," Harold continued. "He?s not your Uncle anymore. He?s more like...your Aunt." Dennis raised his eyebrows. "He?s a woman now?" Harold nodded. "Now, she?s your Aunt Barbara. She called me today because, well, she wanted to be able to help you out. Turns out there?s a Management position that needs filling, but...there?s a catch. It?s not a local kind of job." "So...I?d need to relocate." "I?m afraid so, son," Harold replied. "Until things are settled down here, at least." Dennis slowly nodded in acknowledgement. "And...where will I need to go?" "The community is called Bullchester," Harold answered. "Your Aunt tells me it?s a really nice place, too. You won?t have to worry about anyone bothering you about being one of those ?rich kids?. She even told me that they?d hold the position for you if you agreed to take it." The young man?s eyes widened in his surprise. "Wow. That?s...awfully nice of them. Almost sounds too good to be true." "So should I call your Aunt back and tell her you?re interested?" Harold asked. His son?s response was not immediate. He also saw a somewhat nervous look form on his son?s face. Harry tilted his head to the side. "What?s wrong?" "Huh? Oh, well...nothing big, just..." Dennis took a moment to find the right words, or rather, the words he hoped would be appropriate. "...well, I?m sure you know that I?ve never really been out there on my own, so to speak." Harry smiled as he rose up from the bed to step over to Dennis. He then gently placed a hand on his son?s shoulder. "You?ve got to leave the cradle sometime, kiddo. I think you can handle it. Especially in a place like Bullchester, if what your Aunt tells me is accurate. She?s willing to set you up someplace near where she lives these days through her contacts until you can find a place of your own. She?ll keep an eye on you, too. Make sure things are okay." Dennis nodded. "Sounds good." "Look at it this way," Harold reasoned, smiling. "This is the moment where you go between worlds, and become Den. Savior of the universe, right?" Dennis chuckled, hearing how silly his father sounded changing his voice when he mentioned Den. "Den?s a warrior, Dad. His life and mine are a bit different." "I disagree!" Harry responded. "Management is not too far removed from being a full-on warrior, you know. Only difference is that there?s no actual weapons involved." Dennis chuckled again, nodding. "Let Aunt Barbara know I?ll take the job." Once again, Harold spoke in a complacently silly tone. "Aw-riiiiight! My man Den!" He raised up his hand. "High-fiiiiive!" His son rolled his eyes. "Okay, Dad. I get it." Harry kept his hand held high. "Hey! Come on! Don?t leave me hangin? here!" Sighing, Dennis rose from his seat, smiling, and gave his father the expected high-five. Harry?s lips then pressed against his son?s forehead. "I?ll let you know when they will need you down there for orientation," Harold remarked. "You might want to think about what you want to take with you when you move down there." Dennis nodded. "Oh, uh...planes, trains, or...?" "I think you?ll need to fly in," Harry replied. "I?ll look that up for you. Your Mom should have dinner ready in a couple of hours too." "Gotcha," Dennis responded. "I?ll be down in a few minutes." Once Harold was out of the room, Dennis listened to the sound of his father?s footsteps going down the stairs of their home, which was in an upscale suburb. Rather than watch the animated segment again, however, Dennis instead went to his expensive computer system and powered it on. Once the system was ready to go, he double-clicked the Speakabout icon, and waited. As his system was a state-of-the-art unit his father had built for him, it did not take long for the program to come up, and the user list to display on the flatscreen monitor. Much to his relief, the name he wanted to engage was online. Two clicks on the name brought up a chat window, and Dennis settled into the seat in front of his computer to begin typing. - HereImDen ?< : Kath? Are you there? - KathWellz ?< : Hi, sweetie! Haven?t heard from you in a while. You okay? - HereImDen ?< : Yeah. Listen...didn?t you say you live in a town called Bullchester? - KathWellz ?< : I do! - KathWellz ?< : Why do you ask? * * * It was late in the night when the girl?s eyes opened. She let out a long and comfortable sigh as her upper body rose up. It seemed like nothing more than a brief nap. She wondered if she should settle back in, but she didn?t feel tired at all now. She felt heavenly as she slid her soft, hairless body off the bed, stepping slowly over to the mirror with a sway in her wide hips to look upon herself. She smiled in satisfaction as she ran her hands along the distinct hourglass shape she had. Licking around her plump, sexy lips, she gave a lewd kiss to the erotic image staring back at her so lustfully. Her hands, tipped with french-cut, pink-painted nails, pulled open the top drawer of her dresser, and she pulled out a one-piece pink latex tube dress. This was one of her favorites, as it had the lowest V-neck in front, and a heart-shaped cutout near the crack of her butt behind her. Stepping into it, she slid it up her soft, hairless legs until the latex ran tightly against her fat upper thighs, and she loved the feel of the latex stretching against her jiggling bubble butt. She then picked up a brush from the top of the dresser and ran it over her full, fluffy head of sinfully teased hair. The style was undeniably wanton in appearance, which was just how she liked it. She next picked up a tube of cherry red lipstick and applied the color to her puffy lips, making sure it was a thick coat so she could easily leave her signature lip-marks on anyone she kissed. Mascara was next, and she began coloring her upper eyelids a shade of pink similar to that of his tube dress. Eyeliner followed, making sure the edges of her eyelids were thickly and stylishly drawn in. A brown pencil was the next item to provide the final touch that was the thin and fetchingly-arched lines serving as her eyebrows. Once pink blush gave the color she wanted to her cheeks, she deemed herself ready, and rose from her seat. The door to her bedroom opened slowly, but the words of protest from the annoying woman who had opened the door went naturally unheeded as she slipped her feet into a pair of pink platform shoes. The upset voice seemed to be crying, but she found the words of vehement protest as typically ridiculous as ever. This was her choice. This was her life, not her mother?s. Smiling lewdly, and giving a mocking smooch towards her crying mother, she swayed her wide hips quite sexily down the stairs, her large boobs delicately bouncing and her butt jiggling as she walked, she went for the front door, unopposed, and opened it. Before she stepped out, she angled her head to her clearly distraught mother. "I?ll be out late, mummy." She let out a cute giggle as she turned her head away from the woman who had given birth to this young woman, who had once been her young son Leon, and Lenore contemptuously slammed the door shut behind her. Julia heard the yelling and the crying prior to Lenore appearing at the front door. Jemima had already begun seeing to the neutralization of her father?s concerns by way of a spraying from one of those aerosol cans, so he ceased to be a threat to Lenore?s progress. No one had been able to get to her mother, however, and Julia made a mental note to herself to have Jemima arrange for a meeting with her. Tonight, however, and after much consideration, the Mayoress had decided on a backup plan. Although it was Julia?s seed that had turned Leon into Lenore, she decided on a different path for her latest creation, rather than keep her as the personal plaything Rita wanted Tammy to become. For now, Julia locked lips with the former boy, and then gestured to the passenger door of the limousine the Mayoress had arrived in. Lenore was quick to pull the door open. Once Julia had settled into her seat within the limo, she gestured for Lenore to step in. Fortunately, she was able to get into the car and pull the door shut just as the front door of the house behind her was angrily thrown open, after which Lenore?s mother, Maris, raced towards the limo. By the time she reached it, the car swiftly sped out of its parking area and raced away, leaving Maris to drop to her knees in despair. "Driver, take us to Rubie?s Mall," Julia instructed as she placed her arm around Lenore. * * * Although in the weeks leading up to the flight Dennis was to take to get to Bullchester, he daydreamed about the kinds of ups and downs he would be going through in moving to a new place on his own, the feelings his parents had about the notion of seeing their son leave home for what may be a very long time were particularly vivid. Carolyn, in particular, wondered if they should move to Bullchester with him. Harry, however, had provided the insight necessary to keep his wife from pushing such a thought any further. As Dennis had basically finished his schooling, Harry had felt that it was time for their son to adapt to the one lesson which would essentially make him more of a man ready to potentially take on the world: independence. It was truly time for them to see the potential Dennis had to get out there and seize the day on his own rather than spend too much of the latter part of his life confined to the nest. As much as it was to Carolyn?s great relief that Harry had finally opened up to their son about the issue she feared he would never share with Dennis out of fear for the young man?s reaction, Carolyn felt particularly impressed by her husband?s wisdom in this matter, and in the end, there was no disputing it. She was in complete agreement. Although there were matters about the business situation which Harry remained silent about. Far more grave matters which, not long after the departure of their only child, would not only result in the dismantling of the business in question, but effectively force poverty...and divorce...unto Harold and Carolyn Blake. And all over a matter of unspoken-of, and highly unwise infidelity on Harry?s part. Harold and Carolyn had given Dennis generous funding to not only cover fees for the flight, but to provide him with quite a bit of spending money to use as he saw fit. It took three bags worth of luggage to contain the stuff Dennis wanted to bring with him, counting both his clothes and other material...such as his collection of Den comics...that he wanted to keep with him in this existence he was to begin in the city of Bullchester. According to his father, Dennis was to meet a woman named Judith upon getting off of the plane and collecting his luggage. Harry also told his son where to meet her. It was, however, on the plane ride itself that the uncertain feelings that came with anxiety began to set in on Dennis. Granted, he was in first class and had a window seat, but it did little to assuage the worries that now plagued the young man?s mind as the flight continued its safe passage across the cloudy skies. Such worries made the light brown-haired young man, who was dressed in a buttoned-up white shirt, black slacks, and a casual-looking black cotton tie, all the more fidgety after acquiring his luggage. He had initially gotten into a knot of worry when he saw that his bags did not show up on the baggage carousel, as a curious family had pulled it off the conveyor thinking it was theirs. Dennis, fortunately, had his bags tagged with his name, so the mix-up was swiftly resolved. Dennis, however, remained a nervous wreck as he continued to roll his large, wheeled bags towards where he was to meet the woman called Judith. His head slowly scanned the surroundings as he continued his stroll, pulling the bags along behind him with a bit of difficulty. Turning a corner in his progress, Dennis almost collided with a stewardess who was hurrying towards her flight gate. This only served to make the young man all the more jumpy as he continued towards his destination. He was already looking forward to collapsing on a comfy bed so he could relax his nerves. As he moved, his eyes locked onto the sight of three young women who walked past him, one of which returned his transfixed stare and grinned, giving him a very suggestive wink. The trio shared the distinction of having sinfully distinct hourglass figures. Firm butts, and large breasts. Not quite as nice as the kinds of women Den typically associated with in his comics-bound adventures, but eye- catching nevertheless. As his head swiveled slowly to take in more of the appearances of this trio of women, he quite embarrassingly stumbled forward a bit, and he could hear the trio of sexy sirens giggling aloud as they watched the short-haired young man?s brief bout of clumsiness. Blushing deeply, Dennis collected the extendable grips of his three large bags and continued walking... ...only to find that he had passed his rendezvous point. Getting a little irritated over the embarrassments he had gone through thus far, he let out a loud sigh and moved to the gate area where he was to meet Judith. For all the surveying Dennis had done upon his arrival, however, there was one direction he had neglected. He had scanned to his left, and to his right. But he never looked up. If he had, he would have seen that the woman he was to meet had already spotted Dennis from an upper-level balcony of the Bullchester airport, and Judith Newlington was highly amused upon seeing the son of yet another married man who engaged in extramarital affairs. The awkwardness of this young man, and his all-too-apparent nervousness, definitely gave the debutante ideas of her own as she silently watched him head towards the appointed rendezvous. Oh yes. Judith thought to herself as she descended down the nearby spiral stairs to the lower level. I know just what to do with this one. The young man?s eyes stayed in one direction, which was straight ahead, so it was easy for Judith to come up behind him. She considered giving him a tap on his shoulder, but she decided on complete silence instead. She really wanted to surprise him. All he needed to do was to look behind him. And all she needed to do was to keep from giggling in her evident amusement. She couldn?t make a single sound, but that didn?t mean she couldn?t smile as she waited. A few minutes later, Dennis finally backtracked without looking behind him... ...and he was in the midst of turning around when he ran right into Judith, getting a face full of the debutante?s generous, but covered breasts after stumbling into her. "OOOH!" She squealed out, grasping the young man?s shoulders and holding him steady with a firm grip. She made sure his face lingered between the valleys of her chest while feigning surprise. "Oh, jeez...I..I?m so sorry..," Judith heard the young man whine. Judith just giggled as she looked down to Dennis, who craned his own head up to meet her amused expression. "You need to watch where you?re going, kiddo!" "I know...I know..." Dennis sounded entirely guilt-stricken. "...I?m sorry! It?s just...um...it really hasn?t been my kind of day so far..." Again, Judith giggled in her amusement. "Relax, silly. No harm done. I?m supposed to meet someone at this gate." Dennis blinked, getting an eyeful of her own attractive and youthful appearance as he took a step away from her. "Are you...are you Judith?" "Ahhh, so it?s you I?m supposed to meet." The crafty debutante extended a hand. "I?m Judith Newlington. Nice to meet you, Misterrrr...?" The young man grasped Judith?s offered hand with a sweaty one of his own. "Dennis. Dennis Blake. My friends call me ?Den?." Judith nodded, although the feel of the young man?s sweaty hand made her uncomfortable. "Nice to meet you, Den. You?ll be staying with me for a while until we can get you lodgings of your own. The hotels and motels are totally booked, I?m afraid. Fortunately, my home is big enough, and I can give you a guest bedroom for you to use. Hope you don?t mind that." Dennis shook his head, his eyes never leaving Judith?s body. "Not at all. After the kind of day I?ve had so far, I?d be happy enough with just a bed to rest on." Judith slowly stepped in closer as she spoke. "Poor Denny. Your thoughts must be all over the place. Is this your first time going anywhere outside of your home, or the schools you might have attended?" Dennis nodded. "Pretty much. I must seem kind of pathetic to you." "Oh, don?t be such a bubble-head," Judith gently chided. "Everyone?s gotta break out on their own sometime, right? You seem to be at the perfect age to do so. Most people tend to hang around their homes for a nice big chunk of their lives before they decide to relocate and, well, start anew, so to speak. After the fact, they regret having done it so late in their lives." The debutante then placed a hand on the young man?s shoulder, smiling. "But you?re at about the right age where your timing for an initiative like this is impeccable." Den?s eyebrows rose up as his eyes widened. "You think so?" "Oh, I know it, kiddo. Trust me. I?m speaking from experience here," Judith assured, and she couldn?t help but think about the much older woman she used to be prior to her radically rejuvenating experiences at the Butterfly Salon. "Now get your bags together and pull them out to the curb. I?ll bring the car around." Judith then stepped away, and she didn?t have to turn her head back to know that Den?s gaze lingered on her as she moved with lightly swaying hips to her vehicle in the nearby parking lot. Dennis rolled his bags out to the curb and quietly waited. He did not expect Judith to be as attractive as she turned out to be. Her own head of short hair looked quite nice, and went well with her pleasantly youthful face. Her body was particularly eye-catching, and it was Judith...moreso than that trio of younger sirens...who brought Corben?s visuals of attractive women to mind. Although he did notice the presence of a gold wedding ring on the finger of one of Judith?s hands. I?m probably not her type anyway. Dennis thought to himself. Once the very nice-looking...and expensive-looking...vehicle positioned itself in front of Dennis, the young man opened up the car?s back door and went for his first bag. "Hey!" Judith called out, snapping Den?s head back to the debutante. She just looked at him with a smirk as the back trunk of her car clicked open. Blushing, Dennis rolled his bags over to the back of the car as Judith stepped back out to watch the visibly awkward young man go for his first bag... ...only to find that it didn?t fit. It was too wide for the compartment by Den?s initial assessment. He frowned in his initial confusion. Judith had walked over to the trunk, shaking her head. She then grasped the extended handlebar and slid it back down. The bag was now able to fit into the space with room to spare for one more bag. Dennis put a hand to his face in his embarrassment, sighing loudly. "I figured you?d actually be as smart as you look," Judith observed, still smiling in amusement. "Are you always this dim-witted, Den?" The young man now had a flustered expression on his face. "Sorry...like I said, I?m not having the best of..." "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Judith gestured to the remaining two bags. "Keep going. Should be more room there." With a meek smile on his hairless face, Dennis slid down the handlebar and placed the second bag on top of the other. He had to rest it on an angle before he figured the trunk door would be able to close. Looking back to the third bag, and then back to the trunk, he then turned his gaze to Judith and shrugged. "No more room, it looks like." Judith grinned. "That does present an obvious problem, doesn?t it? Maybe we should leave that third bag here?" The debutante tried not to sound too mean, keeping her tone as amused as she could as she spoke, and she hoped she wouldn?t accidentally hurt the young man?s feelings. So far, though, it did not look like he was feeling insulted, but it was likely because of the reason he was bumbling about in the first place: he was obviously attracted to her. Dennis shrugged, smiling meekly. "Put it in the back seat of your car?" "Hmmm, I don?t know." Judith continued to feign uncertainty while masking her amusement. "Do you think it will fit?" Dennis smirked now, and opened the backseat door to place the third bag into a space there. Judith shrugged, maintaining her smile. "Hope there?s nothing valuable in there. We might hit a few bumps on the way over." "No, no." Dennis shook his head as he spoke. "I think that?s the bag with my comics." Judith blinked. "Comics...?" "Well, that?s the reason I?d want my friends to call me ?Den?," Dennis explained. "I?m a fan of that character. Loved him since I saw him in that animated segment in the movie Heavy Metal." Judith struggled to remember. The name sounded familiar. Both the movie, and the character. "Is that the one with the kid who creates something that explodes in his face and takes him to that fantasy world? And he becomes a big, strong, bald guy?" "That?s it! That?s Den," Dennis confirmed. Judith had to giggle at this. "So...you think you?re Den, eh?" "Well...I know I don?t really LOOK like him, but..." "...but, maybe sometime in the future, you?ll develop into a man like him," Judith interjected. Smiling once again in her inescapable amusement, she shook her head once again. "You are one silly little minx." "What?" Dennis looked a little hurt now. "What?s wrong with having an unlikely role model?" Judith shrugged, hoping to defuse the situation quickly. "Nothing! Nothing at all. Role models are good. I just didn?t see you as being anything like that character is all...but then, he did start out looking something like yourself. Before the accident, of course." "And you never know what could happen in the future," Dennis added. "I mean...I do take my vitamins, after all." "Ahhh. Well...that?s always important," Judith observed as Dennis closed the door to the back seats. The debutante did a doubletake when he did this. "Uh...actually, I would prefer it if you sit with your luggage back there. Maybe you can keep it from bouncing around." Dennis was a little surprised at this, but after a moment, he nodded in acknowledgement. "Okay." He took another moment to silently wonder if there was some reason he couldn?t take the empty seat next to Judith, but he figured that there was some reason relating to the woman?s past. Judith was already in front of the driver?s seat as Dennis idled. "C?mon, Deb! Get in and let?s get you settled." The debutante put on some very pleasant-sounding music during the ride, and it had the effect of settling the young man?s nerves a little as he relaxed in the back seat. Within the gentle flow of the music rhythm, Dennis could not pick up on the subtly-infused words that could barely be heard within the pleasant melodies, but the music itself served to ease and deflect any concerns or worries before the young man could dwell upon them, or openly inquire about them. "Doesn?t that sound nice?" Judith calmly remarked, in a particularly soft and suggestive tone of voice, as she continued driving. "Just make a niiiice little mess of your thoughts. Let them alllll scatter out. It will make you feel so much better to let them all go. Let them all scatter. Keeping them all bunched up together...it just seems to hurt your head. Yesss. Let them alllll go. Soooooothe your miiiiind. Feel blissssss. Just relax. Relax yourself. Hurts to think. Just relax. Scatter your thoughts. Scatter...scatter...scatter. Like the sweetest of jelly gum drops. Soooo sweeeet. Soooo lusciousssss. So delicioussss." Den?s eyes were half-lidded by now as he continued to listen to the music, and to Judith?s words. His breathing slowed as he lapsed into a trance. The words within the music, and those of Judith herself, would more easily work their suggestive nature upon the tired young man, effectively putting him on the first step of a path that would radically change his life forever. The feel of a hand tapping against his cheek brought Dennis out of his daze. "Hey! Did you doze off on me?" Judith sighed, feigning irritation. "You said you wanted to relax on a bed, not in my car. Don?t you remember?" "Huh?" Dennis blinked, his eyes wide. "Oh, yeah...sorry, I...I kinda dozed off, I guess." "Wasn?t that what I said?" Judith remarked. "Oh, you?re such a silly ditz! Come on, get out of there." "Right, right..." The young man rubbed his eyes as he slid out of the back seat to stand right in front of the debutante, who just stood there with her arms crossed in front of her. "Bags," she then said. "Huh? OH...yeah, right." The backseat door opened up once more, and Dennis pulled out the piece of luggage there. He then went to the trunk, and turned his head to look expectantly at Judith. The woman blinked. "It?s open." Turning his head back to the trunk door, he swung the lid up, blushing deeply as he pulled out the bags. "Buttoning yourself up in a shirt as tight as that, I have to wonder if you?re not cutting off circulation, Den," Judith wryly remarked. "Know what I mean?" After pulling the last bag out, Dennis shrugged, smiling, as he faced Judith once again. "I need to make a good first impression." Judith arched an eyebrow. "I hope you have something other than what you?re wearing right now in those bags. You know, something a little more...loose-fitting, perhaps?" "Of course I do." Judith nodded. "Such as...?" As much as Dennis had made it a point to remember which bag contained which, he now struggled to try and remember which bag was which as he surveyed his own trio of luggage. "Umm...I...well, I know it?s in one of these bags, but..." "Didn?t you pack these bags in the first place?" Judith incredulously asked. "Yeah, yeah, but..." Dennis rubbed at his forehead, feeling a slight throbbing as he clearly struggled to remember. "...I?m just...I-I?m trying to think..." "Oh, never mind. Let?s just get you settled in." Judith gestured to the confused young man, who followed along behind her... ...but then, she stopped. She didn?t even turn around. "Bags?" "Oh, yeah, right. Sorry." He went back to pull up the handlebars, and then pulled the trio of bags behind him as he hurried over to Judith, who was already at the front door of what looked like a large and particularly wealthy residence. "So! Why did you come out here, Den?" Judith asked as she unlocked, and then opened the door. Again, Dennis struggled to grasp the reason. "Mmmmm..." It finally hit him. "...mmanagement." "Eh? What was that?" Judith turned to Dennis, frowning. "Did you just make a yummy sound?" "Huh? No. I was just answering your..." "I clearly heard you make a yummy sound," Judith interjected, placing her hands on her hips as Dennis stepped into the house. "We just got here, and you already want me to feed you?" Dennis shook his head. "No, I was..." "So you?re not hungry?" Judith then asked. "Well, actually, I..." "The only thing I have right now are jelly gum drops," Judith again interjected. "I keep them in a dish over on the dining room table." Dennis blinked in his unexpected interest. "Y-you do?" The corners of Judith?s lips curled up into a devious smile. "Do you like jelly gum drops, Den?" "Oh, y-yes," Dennis answered. "They?re luscious." Judith frowned. "They?re what?" "I-I mean, delicious!" Dennis could not help but feel very flustered now as he nodded. "Delicious." Judith nodded, feigning an incredulous expression. "Okay. So...let?s get you upstairs. I have a feeling you?ll want to take a little nap. Goddess knows you need it." She gestured to the flustered young man, and he began following her to the stairs. Once again, she stopped. "Bags." She heard him sigh irritably, and she heard him move to the bags to roll them into the house, and he then moved towards the stairs where Judith was waiting. "So...you?re gonna pull all three bags up these narrow stairs at once?" Judith observed. "You expect someone to steal one? We?re the only two people in the house at the moment." Dennis nodded, looking a little hurt. "One at a time then," he then suggested. Judith nodded, grinning. "That sounds like the best way of doing it." She sighed, shaking her head as she began climbing the steps. "Such a ditz," she whispered to herself. Once Dennis had all three bags up on the second floor, becoming more and more fatigued as he went up and down the stairs repeatedly for each bag, Judith stepped in front of him and immediately began loosening his tie. Pulling it off and then tossing it to the side, she next began unbuttoning his shirt. Upon seeing the white undershirt beneath, she pulled that off as well, leaving a surprised Dennis half-naked. "There," Judith remarked. "Feel a little more comfy now? More...focused, maybe?" Dennis shrugged. "I guess so." Judith nodded, and then opened a door leading into a empty, but modestly-sized room with a comfortable-looking bed, a desk, and a six-drawer dresser. There were a couple of mirrored doors which opened to reveal closet space, all of it empty at the moment. On the desk, too, was a saucer full of what looked to be a pile of jelly gum drops in various colors. The room also had a single window which allowed a view of the mansion-like house?s backyard. Dennis could not resist the urge to grab one of the gum drops and toss it in his mouth, chewing upon it and savoring the explosion of thick sweetness. "Did I say this was your room?" Judith warily remarked. Dennis blinked, turning ashamedly to the debutante. Judith then giggled. "I?m joking, you dopey ditz. This is going to be your room. Go ahead and get yourself settled. Then take a nap. I?ll let you know when dinner is ready." "Uh, Judith..." Dennis began speaking just as Judith turned away. She stopped and turned back around. "I...hope you don?t mind my asking, but...are you married?" Judith nodded. "Yes, but my husband is away on a long business trip. He already knows about you, though. I called him before I went to get you Why, Den?" The debutante then stepped up a little closer to the half-naked young man. "Do you like me?" She could feel Dennis begin to shake nervously. "Well...yes, but..." "You?re not the only one who does, but...you have the better chance of anyone else in Bullchester, seeing as how you?re going to be staying with me," Judith cooed. "But...butbut y-yyyou just said you?re marri..." "It?s OK. I know my husband messes with other women," Judith purred. "Don?t you know what ?polyamory? means?" Dennis swallowed hard. "Uh, yes, I...I do know wh...what that means, but..." "But?" Dennis was entirely hesitant as he began to perspire. "J-Judith, I...I?m not that kind of man," Dennis finally managed to blurt out a moment of clarity in the midst of his scattered thoughts. The grey-haired debutante moved back a bit, looking in the sweaty young man?s eyes. "Then...what kind of man are you? Certainly not the Den you say you are." After a moment of uneasy silence, she added, "Well?" "Well, I...I..." Dennis found it strangely hard to focus his thoughts. "...I-I?m a...I..." His head began to throb again. "You?re a what?" Judith asked. "A girl? Is that it, Den? Maybe I should start calling you ?Deb??" "I...I don?t know..." Both hands went to his head now, feeling the throbbing intensify a little. "...oh, god...my head hurts..." "Well then, go on. Get some rest then." Judith then grabbed a handful of the jelly gum drops and gave them to Dennis. "Here. Have some more. I?ll go get dinner ready while you rest." The gray-haired debutante then left Dennis alone in his room. Glancing down at the handful of jelly gum drops, he sighed and put two of them in his mouth. Interestingly enough, the chewy sweetness of the candies lessened the intensity of his headache. Sitting down on the bed, he put two more gum drops into his mouth and began chewing. He let out a giggle over the sugar rush, and then laid back on the bed in his attempt to take a nap. A giddy feeling came over him as he put three more gum drops in his mouth. It never truly occurred to him...at least, until now...that he could enjoy such candies this much. Just as it never occurred to him that the mighty Den would find himself so easily falling victim to Judith Newlington?s uniquely powerful spell.