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'PRISCILLA' Not the Queen of the Desert. Wesley Family. Maggie Wesley: Widowed mother of Steve, Dave, Rob and Emily. Steve: Oldest son, 23. In the army. Dave: 19. Rob: 17. Emily: 12. Gaines Family. Malcolm Gaines. Husband of Elizabeth, father of Priscilla and James. Elizabeth Gaines. Wife of Malcolm, mother of Priscilla and James. James Gaines. 18 year old. Priscilla Gaines: 12 year old. 1960. A warm Saturday afternoon in Melbourne, Australia. In the Wesley household, Rob Wesley and his best mate Jim Gaines are sitting at the kitchen table. Part One. Saturday. 5 pm. "No!" "Please!" "No, Jim, it can't be done!" "Yes, it can Rob, you talked about it. I heard you." "Oh hell! Me and my big mouth. Look, no, you know Mum would be furious!" "Your mom's away in Scotland with Emily, they won't back for a week! Come on, It'll only be the once. I want to try it!" "Look chum. No. You know this is wrong!" Dave came into the room. "Bloody hell. What's all the shouting about?" Rob turned to him. "Jim knows about mum's spell, he wants to use it." "What? Who told him?" "We did," said Rob. "What? Bollocks!" Jim looked a bit sheepish. "Well, you did, sort of. I heard you both discussing it. Two weeks ago. When I stayed over. I was on the couch and you guys were gabbing. I suppose you thought I was asleep or something." "Mom's going to be so annoyed." Dave rubbed his head while Bob just shook his. "You were discussing about how your mom changed Emily. There was some emergency or something." "That's exactly what it was, an emergency. Emily's life was a stake," retorted Dave. "That spider!" said Rob. "Yep. A flippin' Redback." Jim looked at them both. "Tell me!" Rob looked up. "Emily got bitten and was starting to react, badly. It would have just made an adult sick, but a kid with Emily's condition? It could have killed her. We were miles from anywhere, in the high country. Mum realised if Emily was an adult with an adult's metabolism she'd be safe. So she changed her." "There ya' go," Jim cried. "Emily is her normal self so she was changed back with no problem." "It's something not to be played with, Jim. It isn't a fun game or a toy." Being the older of the two brothers Dave was trying to take charge. "I just want to try it. I want to know what it's like being a seriously big guy! Muscles, really good looking, the works. Just for a bit." Jim was persistent. Rob, looked up. "Well-" Jim took heart, he was weakening. "It'll only be for one night." "You need something that belongs to the person. What have you got," Dave was looking for another loophole or obstacle. "Come to think of it, who have you in mind?" Jim, repeated his sheepish look. "Steve." "You're kidding?" Dave and Rob just stared at him. "Steve? You just want to try 'being' Steven? And he'd say 'Sure,' Go ahead and be me for a day'? Dave started to laugh. "You are nuts. Really." "Steve is overseas for three months with the army. This is just one night. I want to be really tall and strong for a day. Just to feel what it's like. Look at me. I'm not that tall and not exactly a weed but I get picked on, bullied! It'd be nice to be able to be someone who no one would give a hard time to, even for a day." "I suppose it wouldn't hurt, for a day-" Rob's resolve was collapsing. "We don't know where the spell is." Dave had a reply. "It's in the bureau," Jim and Rob both replied. "Hey, have you been snooping in our mom's things?" "No!" Jim wailed again, that's where you said your mom kept it. Rob looked at Dave. Dave looked back. "Oh shit, this isn't going to end up good." "Go on, you better go and get something he wore. On his dresser. He has some of the stuff he left." Dave went in to the study. "I'll get the spell. Remember, whatever you decide to use, pick it up with a handkerchief or something. It must be unsullied." Jim entered Steve's bedroom. He knew what he wanted. Steve's bracelet, a heavy, braided leather one given to him by his father just before he died. It was his most prized possession and hadn't taken it with him in case it got lost. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket he carefully picked it up. It was heavy, the clasp being made of iron. He returned and Dave directed him to set it on a parchment lying on the table top. "Before you start," said Dave, "you better get changed out of those clothes. You're about to get a lot bigger, taller. You could either strangle yourself or at least tear something!" "I have a very baggy T shirt on already, and an extra-large pair of boxers!" He took his pants and shoes off. "All prepared, aren't you?" Asked Rob. "I was just hoping," he replied. "OK. Here goes. You hold the bracelet and read the incantation three times." For a moment he hesitated, Dave leaned over. "You can change your mind you know." "No. I have to," he responded. He looked at the words. "Wait, how do I change back?" "Simple, you recite the same words again, exactly as said, only twice." Jim looked at the words to make sure he had them in his mind. Then he started. 'I recite this spell which has been shaped by the Spirit of She who is supreme. I ask for this transformation. Into the vessel I wish to possess.' He repeated it twice. For a few seconds nothing happened, he looked round. "What...." Then he felt a tingling in his skin, like pins and needles. The hairs on his arms started to sit up, like an electric charge was close. He continued to hold the bracelet tightly. The tingles grew in intensity. The parchment seemed to be glowing. He tried to move, he couldn't. He couldn't speak. All he could do was continue to hold the bracelet and look at the parchment. He heard Dave's voice. "You probably can't move, Jim. Don't worry, this is supposed to happen." Everything seemed to fade then cleared again. He could move, he looked up at Rob and Dave. 'Hang on,' his mind was racing, 'I'm looking up at them?! That's wrong. Steve is way taller than them.' He saw the stunned expression on their face. "What? What happened?" He could speak. But his voice seemed strange, lighter and higher? He looked down at his hand touching the bracelet, the bracelet was bigger, heavier. No, wait. It was the same, he raised his hand and stared at it. It was smaller, slender as was his arm. He had shrunk! His T shirt was huge. It draped over him. Like a blanket. "I've .... I'm.... little. I'm a child!" Dave and Rob stared. Mouths agape. "What happened?" "I don't know," replied Rob. "It's....impossible. That shouldn't have happened." "What happened? What went wrong?" "OK. Right." He took a breath. "Are you feeling OK?" He looked closer at him?. "Do you feel anything .....well, anything sort of....strange?" Jim sat for a few moments, the tingles faded. "What happened? Why aren't I bigger? What happened to my hand and arm?" He looked at his hand and arm again. "I'm a kid. Right?" Dave and Rob looked at each other, still shocked, then Dave answered. "Sort of, a bit, well younger." "What happened then?" Jim stopped. "What'th going... Wait. Oh thit. I can't thpeak. I've a lithp?" He jumped up and gathered the huge T shirt round him and raced to the bathroom, as he did so his boxers slid down his legs almost tripping on them. The scream of horror was quite piercing. Rob and Steve followed him. "Oh hell." His wailing was quite pronounced now. "I'm.....not.....I'm not.....Theve. 'Thit, I'm....Prithilla!" Part two. Still Saturday. Rob and Dave just stared at their neighbour's 12 year old daughter, Priscilla, Jim's sister, as she looked at herself in their bathroom mirror. A huge T shirt draped over her like a long white cotton dress, only it wasn't her, it was Jim. "Change me back!" Jim yelled. "Now!" "Could you please lower your voice?" Dave pleaded. "Mate, if that yelling is heard by a neighbour or someone passing they'll think some girl, is in trouble here and call the police or someone." Jim grabbed the edge of the vanity and took a series of deep breaths. "Get me back. Pleathe. Thit, thit! Thith I can't thay anything, thith friggin lithp." "OK. Right. You need to stay calm. We know what to do. Just take it easy Jim." They all went back to the table, Jim sat down and picked the parchment up. "Do I need to hold anything?" "No, just saying the spell twice reverses it," said Dave. Jim proceeded to do so. They waited. They waited a bit longer...they waited for a longer bit. Eventually.... nothing happened. "Oh thit." Jim sat and put his head in his hands, the long hair falling over them. He brushed it away. "Oh thit, thit, thit." Rob couldn't help himself, he snickered. Jim glared at him. "You think thith ith tho funny?" "Well, if you put it like that, it is," Rob smirked. "I mean, It ith!" Jim glared again. "Sorry Jim, really." "What happened?" asked Rob. "Did we do anything different?" "Not that I remember," responded Dave. "Mum gave Emily her sweater to hold. Emily recited the words. She changed into mom and after a while she recovered from the bite. Pretty rapidly as I recall. Emily changed back later that evening." "Maybe that's it? It took a day because Emily was recovering." Dave shook his head. "No, that was just because she was recovering. Jim should have changed back right away." Jim lowered his head onto his arms. "I can't be a girl. I can't." Dave tried to take charge again. "OK. Don't panic, wait. We'll work something out. Maybe it does take a bit longer. Emily is a girl and she just changed into an older...umm....woman. You're a boy, or were. Perhaps it does take a bit longer. And yes they did wait 12 hours so maybe you need longer to recuperate from the change. Oh heck mate, I really don't know! But Emily was pretty exhausted. Anyway, you're here for the weekend, Priscilla and your mom are out for the day, well, until late and you were staying over tonight." He looked at everyone. "We have to chill. Rest, you are stressed so maybe a good night's will help, refresh you, or something, we can try again." "We better get you something to wear, that T shirt is falling off you." He got up and went into Emily's room and returned with a pair of her pyjamas and a dressing gown. Jim looked at the pale blue cotton pants and t shirt top and shrugged. The dressing gown was a different issue. Quilted and pink satin which he, initially, refused to wear but they pointed out it was all they had for a 12 year old girl. "But I'm not a 12 year old...Oh hell, right...I am." Dave made some dinner and they sat round the table eating. Jim was pretty quiet so Rob and Dave kept the conversation flowing. Rob noticed that Jim kept squinting and rubbing his eyes. Rob asked, "What's wrong with your eyes Jim?" "I don't know. I'm having difficulty with them. Really annoying." "A bit fuzzy?" asked Dave. "Yes." He sighed. "That fitth, Prithilla wears glasses! I'll be having the problem till tomorrow." "Tell me," asked Jim, "tell me how your mom got the thpell?" Rob look at Dave. "You tell him, you know more of the story than I do." "OK." He thought for a moment. "When mom was in her early twenties, this was before she met dad, she got into alternative beliefs. She discovered Wiccan, earth mother stuff that I only partially understand. Anyhow, she really got into it and found she was quite attracted by the ideas and their beliefs." "She met an elder in the group who took her under her wing and mentored her, taught her about the healing, the charms, herbal remedies and other, deeper, stuff. We'd probably call it magic. It was all to do with this 'mother earth' and its strength. Also, she learned other, really serious things. One of which was how to take other forms, animals, birds. Once she took another human form, a young man. She told me how she was amazed at the feeling of power and vitality she acquired but the downside was that, in a male form, she lost something. Her sense of mother earth. So she never did it again. Any transformations were only into an animal or bird and the occasional younger woman or girl." "This was the spell she always kept with her. The one she used to change Emily. Actually it was because of this Emily is becoming Wiccan like mom." "Which is why they have both gone to Scotland. There is a huge gathering of followers from all over the world. Emily's being adopted into the creed, faith or whatever you want to call it." "How do you know all that?" asked Rob. "I only heard part of this." "Mom will be telling you everything when you turn eighteen. There is so much more. In fact I shouldn't have told you what I did but we are in an awkward situation. Oh hell, dammit, I should have refused. Now I've let her down." They sat quietly thinking about all this when Dave noticed that Jim was getting very heavy eyed. "I can hardly keep awake!" he said, stifling a yawn. "I guess your young body is acting the way it normally would. Well." He stood up. "I think you might as well go and get your head down my girl... Oops, sorry." Jim almost glared but relented. "Fair enough. I thould go get some thleep." Dave stood up. "Follow me." He instinctually took the young girls hand to lead her and, surprisingly, Jim took it. "You can sleep in Emily's bed, it seems appropriate, considering." He opened the door. "You know where the bathroom is." He returned to the living room and noticed John looking at him. "What?" he asked. Rob lowered his voice. "You didn't notice." "Notice what?" Also lowering his voice. "And why are we talking so quietly?" "You took Jim's hand, like he really was a little girl." "I didn't realise, automatic I guess," Dave said. Rob continued. "The point is, Jim took your hand. Like he was really a young girl." "'Struth." He sat down. "I just reacted like she, er he was Emily I guess. Maybe the change in the body causes a behavioural change too." "But it didn't happen with Emily?" "Yes, but she is a girl anyway. And in her weakened state we maybe didn't notice any changes. Shit, I don't know. I guess we'll see in the morning." Part 3. Sunday Morning. Dave and Robert were up first and preparing breakfast when Jim came in still in the pyjamas and dressing gown. "How did you sleep?" asked Dave. "Like a log. I did my teeth, went to the toilet. Weird." "What was-" He blushed. "Thitting down to pee like a girl? Then I hit the pillow I went out like a light." He sat down at the table and drew his fingers through his dishevelled hair and giggled. "I've got bed hair." Rob discretely glanced at Dave who announced quickly, "OK. After breakfast, we try the spell again. Let's get things back to normal before your mom calls over." The boys had their normal Sunday morning scrambled eggs with bacon on toast and coffee whereas Jim just had cereal with orange juice. "Normally I'd be wolfing what you both had," he said. Dishes cleared they entered the study and laid out the parchment on the table and Jim started to read the spell...then repeated it. But again, nothing. "Oh Hell." "Dammit." "Oh thit." "I'm going to have to ring Mom," said Dave. "We can't leave this for much longer, Jim's folks will be looking for her....sorry, I mean him." Jim started to tear up. "No...I can't remain a girl. You have to help!" "Help who?" The voice came from the door, the three of them jumped at the sound. "You're jumpy, I did knock and the door was open." Rob was the first to speak. "Priscilla! Wow! Hi. We weren't expecting anyone this early." "Well, that I worked that out on my own." She giggled, just like Jim had. She walked to the table. Prim and proper in a lemon summer dress with a matching cardigan. It was well known how old fashioned and conservative Jim and Priscilla's parents were as regards their children's upbringing, although this mainly affected Priscilla. 'Boys will be boys but little girls should be little ladies,' was their motto. Priscilla was a perfect example of it, always dressed in what Mrs Gaines referred to as 'prissy and dainty' dresses or skirts and pretty tops. She reckoned it was more appropriate for both boys and girls to wear what was functional unless they chose to. Ms Gaines would have loved to get her into a pair of jeans and t-shirt and let her run about with her boys and Emily. But Priscilla was a really sweet, good natured kid, she was also very smart and she was always welcome at the Gaines home. She walked daintily round the table and sat down to join them, carefully sweeping her skirt and petticoats under her as she did so. "And who might you be?" she asked sweetly as she took her spectacles out of a purse which, as normal, matched her clothes. She put them on then froze, staring at Jim! "Um...." she gaped. "It'th." One slip. "You're..." She gaped some more. "You look like... Oh my heavenths............" Second slip. It should be obvious that generally Priscilla was very good at avoiding, where possible, any words with a sibilant sound. She had pretty well perfected this and talking to her it would have been mostly possible to be unaware for the most part that she had a lisp, most of the time. Occasionally she slipped. She had just slipped twice. "You're, you can't be. You're the thpitting image." That was three. Jim burst into tears. "I'm thorry, Prithy. It wath all my own idea." "Prithy??" She stared harder, if that was possible. "Only Jameth callth me that." Four and five. "Oh my. You cannot be therious." Six. "Jameth?" Seven. Dave looked at Robert. "Maybe we should go and leave these two to chat for a while." Grabbing their cups they retired to the kitchen and made another coffee before retiring to the garden. "Ok, what happened?" asked Priscilla. Jim explained everything, the spell, how it worked, what he did. And how he couldn't reverse it. He was now, to all intents and purposes, Priscilla's duplicate, a twin, a twin sister. "When will their mother be returning?" She had recovered. "A week." Priscilla sat for a minute, deep in thought. "Right," she said, standing up. "Wait here." She walked out to the garden. "Hi. We have a pretty conundrum, do we not? When will your mother be back?" The boys were impressed at how she did that. "Next weekend." Priscilla nodded. "In effect Jim will be in that form until then? Tell me about the incanta...umm magic?" Dave did most of the talking. Rob was so fascinated that this twelve year spoke like an English professor. "Can I read it?" she asked. "Sure, it's still on the table." They returned to the dining room and Priscilla read it, then she read it again. "What if Jim read it again while wearing an item he, Jim, had owned?" "I'm afraid that won't work." Dave shrugged. Priscilla actually raised an eyebrow at that. "You can't add a new spell on top of another one until the old one is complete. Like, Jim is still in a state created by the original spell, he can't overlap it. Which is what your idea involves. It's a sort of paradox but he needs to return to his former self before another one is commenced." Rob was counting the number of 'S's Dave used. He was being a smart arse. "Then we only have one alternative." Priscilla picked an invisible fleck of something of her cardigan and daintily straightened her dress. Dave and Rob sat politely, waiting. "Mother will be expecting Jim and me to greet her. One boy and one girl. We can't bring Jim back yet. It will be up to me to create their reality." "And what do you suggest?" Rob asked. "Where have you stored the clothing belonging to Jim?" "No....not that!" Dave and John turned to see Jim staring at them. "What?" Jim, in an uncharacteristic burst of genius realised what Priscilla had in mind. "You can't," he pleaded. "I won't." "Jim, we have no alternative. Mother and father will be waiting for you and I, they will want to view you and I. If they are met with two of me, one will probably be removed to some thpecial plathe they keep people with an odd mental thituation." She grimaced. Rob had lost count by this time. "You can't change back until we have help from their mother," she indicated us. "Logically I have to be you." "No...pleathe." "Oh for the love of Pete. Why not? You have already changed, another one won't hurt. We can revert at the opportune time." "I.....umm.. no. It'll be too weird. I'll feel like I'm lotheing mythelf." "Dear 'big' brother of mine," She smiled and took Jim's hand. "We have no alternative. And think what might happen if it all came to light. Their mother, indeed Dave and Rob too, might get locked up for child abu....or whatever." "Wait, hang on, it wasn't our idea, he insisted," Dave started... Rob just made noises. . "Quiet!" Priscilla stood up. "Follow me and bring the, whatever he was wearing ....hang on, wait! I have a better idea." Priscilla raced out the door, returning with a paper bag. Taking a handkerchief she carefully pulled out a magazine. "Thith ith with him at night," she smiled. "Every night." Jim went bright red. It was a well-worn copy of a 'Playboy' magazine. Dave and Rob smirked. "You dog," before they remembered they were, in effect, talking to two young girls. "I brought your dressing gown as well Jim. I might need it." Jim put his head down in the table. "I don't think thith ith going to go well." "Before I begin. It might be a good idea if you changed. You need to get familiar with wearing a dress." They went into the bedroom, Priscilla returned wearing Jim's dressing gown and sat at the table. After reading the incantation so as to get used to the words and the sequence, she picked the magazine up and recited three times. The change started. Priscilla filled out, hair changing colour, shoulders widening. She grew taller. She was Jim. She smiled. "Oh, heavens. It feels just. so...so...." She laughed. "So! This! Something," she was saying anything with an S. "I feel so strong!" Jim returned. "I couldn't do the zip up, the dress, at the back I mean." He stood quietly, very subdued and very red in the face, wearing Priscilla's dress, Mary-Jane shoes and ankle socks. He held the cardigan in his hand. Priscilla stood up, spun him round and zipped the dress up, then she tied the sash into a neat bow and helped him into the cardigan. Then she handed her spectacles over. "You'll probably need these." She pronounced the sibilant sounds with enthusiasm. "Now turn round." Jim turned while Priscilla smoothed the skirt and the chiffon overlay over his hips and down his legs. "It's like being encased in the dress, isn't it? Mother always made sure they fitted so perfectly. I usually needed assistance." Jim shuddered. "Wait, you forgot the petticoats." Jim shrugged. "I didn't think I needed them." "Nonsense. Mother will expect it, she always expected me to be the perfectly dressed young lady. Now go and put them on, now!" Jim meekly left and returned with them in place. Priscilla helped smooth the skirts again. "OK James." She stopped. "Well, for the time being you are not 'James,' you are now Priscilla and I am James. Right?" He nodded sheepishly. "I never realised how cute I looked." Priscila took a comb out of her purse and smoothed James' hair so it hung properly to his shoulders with the bangs straight across, just over the spectacles. "That dress is just so sweet, very sweet." She was stressing her sibilants again. "OK. As for you two," she looked at Dave and Rob, "until this gets sorted we better not say anything to anyone. Otherwise the shit might hit the fan at a great rate. Is that fair enough?" She smirked again. Jim looked up, fear on his face. "What do you mean, 'Until thith geth thorted. We'll be normal next week." "Yes 'Priscilla,' but this is going to be a long week for you. We just don't know what is going to happen, do we? In the interim, you have a lot to learn about being a twelve year old girl while I have some fun, um...sorry, some experiences, lined up as I discover what it is like being a male." She smiled kindly. "It's OK." She smiled. "It'll just be for a week then you can be your big strong self again. But you are going to have to learn to dress so prettily for mother and father. You should see the dress they have for your thirteenth birthday. When I saw all the layers of lace and chiffon I, to be quite frank, nearly vomited." She burst out laughing. "Sorry." "Now run along home, no, you better walk. Mother hates to see young ladies run. I need to speak to my new chums here." Jim stood up, his petticoats rustling. "Now don't forget to smooth your skirt and take this." Priscilla handed Jim the purse with the spectacles and comb. Jim left, purse over his shoulder, his skirts and petticoats swaying as he walked. Priscilla stood up. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to get dressed in 'my' jeans and T shirt. Could I have a cup of coffee please?" She soon returned, attired in Jim's clothes, obviously enjoying the freedom she now felt in the clothing, the pants and shoes. She picked up the coffee Rob had poured for her and sipped it. "That is quite delicious." She looked at Rob and Dave. "I suppose you haven't really worked out what happened with the spell?" The boys shook their heads in unison, they felt as if they had been run over by a stream roller. "Well, you didn't actually do anything wrong," she began. "It was pure happenstance." "A few days ago I was here with mother, sorry, 'mom.' She and Mrs Gaines were discussing the trip to Scotland. Of course neither of us imagined this trip was all about magic!" "Mrs Gaines was giving mom contact phone numbers for while the she and Emily were away, you know, 'just in case.' But of course, as per normal, mom never missed a chance to bring up her status, daddy's wealth and her opinions on young ladies. I'm afraid she is a complete twat you know." She took another mouthful of coffee and licked her lips. "So yummy. I used to sneak some when she was out, mother didn't approve of so many things for young ladies." She laughed. "So, anyway, I went out into the garden while they were talking and noticed the door from Steven's room was open. You know, I always thought he was quite gorgeous. So big, so manly. Really, I used to get quite moist at night, just thinking about him. Is that naughty?" Dave and Rob just coughed in embarrassment. Here sat their 18 year old male friend Jim talking about their brother Steve in an erotic manner. But the words were also coming from a very precocious, 12 year old girl. This was getting hard to think about. "I looked inside and saw his dresser with the bits and pieces on it, I had go in for a look around. I tried the leather bracelet he usually wore. It almost fell off. But I wrapped it around my wrist and kept it there until mother called me. So I replaced it and went home with her. Next morning we came over again, before Emily and your mother left. I got to wear it again. I loved the combination of the smells, leather and his cologne." "And so, here we are. This morning I came over to get James and met my replacement. After you explained what had happened I immediately worked it out. I really didn't believe in magic, well until today, here I was faced with the proof. James wore Steve's bracelet which had been infused with my aura, my presence, whatever. So Jim became me." She stretched her arms and smiled. "Now I am James. I shall leave home soon and dear, sweet James as Priscilla, will have a pretty life in frills and lace, in my stead." She sipped her coffee. "Mummy, oops.. 'mom' ... will continue to enjoy educating 'her' in the ways of femininity while I shall be off enjoying myself." Dave glowered. "You can't do that to Jim, it's wrong. In any case, when mom gets back she'll sort it out, Jim will recite the incantations and be restored." Priscilla, now Jim, smiled. "Ah....yes. But first of all, I didn't steal his identity he actually took mine, with your help, remember? And secondly, he can't change back." "Why not?" "You're not thinking," the smile appeared. "Remember the spell and how it works?" "Yes, of course, he just has to repeat it twice." She smiled. "Yes, well, he has to repeat it twice, 'exactly' as he said it?" "Yes." She recited it. 'I recite this spell which has been shaped by the Spirit of She who is supreme. I ask for this transformation. Into the vessel I wish to possess.' Dave's jaw dropped, he realised. "Bloody heck!" "Yes. You have got it." She turned to Rob. "Imagine Priscilla, my sweet little sister Priscilla, trying to repeat that exactly as 'he' said it. With all those sibilant sounds? Priscilla, now Jim, spoke with a lisp. "I rethite thith thpell which has been thhaped by the Thpirit... ...Etcetera, etcetera." 'He' drained the cup and stood. "He can never repeat it! I am free from the girly, prissy, oppressive life mother has been inflicting on me. While Jim is now stuck as sweet, pretty Priscilla..............for good and I have you both to thank." The End