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"AF- What are Friends For? The Ballad of Jessica" - By Flyover State. 2021. "Later," Mark said, leaving his friends. Mark and his friends had just finished basketball practice. He'd thrown a towel around his neck, and heavily plopped down into his car, a new Alfa Romeo Giulia. He started the car, cranking the A/C as high as it would go, until he cooled off, and then the Colorado air would be good enough. Mark ran his hands through his damp hair, he was blonde, with blue eyes, and a movie star face. Handsome was an understatement. At 6'3" and naturally mesomorphic, he'd hit the genetic jackpot. Mark's family consisted of his father Mark Jr, known as J.R., his mother Anna, and his sisters, Ally and Sarah. Mark's father, Mark Jr. came from inherited money as a local aristocratic family, and his mother from a similar situation. Mark was the apple of his father's eye; his son, who would carry on his legacy. J.R loved all of his children, but of course his daughters would marry, and lose their maiden names. Mark was 20 and in the local college, of which his family donated. He wouldn't complain about life at all. Young, of money, handsome, the best combination. Youth, what a grand time! Mark arrived at his apartment on campus. It was more of a bachelor pad, as he didn't have any roommates. Staying here was as much of a formality as going to college. He had everything he could want at his place, and it was great entertainment for his guests. It was a great freedom from being around stuffy people in his neighborhood. Maybe one day he'd be old and boring, but that was quite a way off. Mark grabbed a protein shake, and headed for the shower. Feeling fresh, and smelling good, he decided to game for a bit. He checked with some of his pals to see if they were up for a session before dinner and bed, and a few were, so he turned on his PC, and logged in to play for a while. "Bro, I won because I have the most RGB. You see this fuckin mouse!?" he joked. "RGB equals FPS, you know this." His jokes were met with the grumbles of his friends, and then Mark had to sign off to go grab a bite to eat. He went to a Chinese restaurant and ordered chicken and rice - dry. It was the best meal he could get in terms of health, without having to cook it himself. All the protein of the chicken, and the carbs of the rice, but none of the sodium of the sauce. As he returned to the building he ran into his neighbor, who greeted, "Hi, Mark!" "Meghan..." He nodded, and continued to his place. 'Meghan' He thought. Mark's neighbor that had a crush on him. Girls with crushes on Mark were no new thing to him; it'd been that way since he was a kid. Meghan was cute, and she was also sweet and warm, but so were a lot of women. Mark wasn't interested in dating at the moment. He'd come to the conclusion that times were different from his parent's generation. Think you're in love at 20, get a girl knocked up, break up, and suffer financially for the rest of your life, was all Mark could think. "Hey, Mark, what are you doing?" "I've gotta eat, then get to bed. Class in the morning," he answered, annoyed on the inside as the answer was obvious. "Oh, um, okay, sorry," Meghan replied. "What are you apologizing for?" "I, um. Sorry!" He watched as she nervously twirled her hair around her fingers. "Goodnight, Megan," Mark finished, heading into his apartment. Meghan was nice, but a little awkward, she might even make a good girlfriend, if Mark was into that kind of thing, and if she was hotter. Mark began to eat his dinner, and once done it was time to head to bed, almost. He woke his PC, and headed to some sites to check out some videos. Mark liked porn as did most healthy males, his fix was consent non-consent, and humiliation. After watching a number of videos, Mark released into a shirt. The imagery, the sounds, and his imagination fueled his desire. His real life exploits were fueled by his desires. Mark was usually let into most local bars, and while he wasn't looking for a relationship, he definitely picked up a number of women for fun. Mark liked to take drunk women to their place preferably, or they could do it in public, which also turned him on. He especially liked when the woman became coy or bashful, and their protests were the biggest turn on. He loved it most, when a woman's body would betray her. Mark had a fantasy to do this to Meghan, but her crush on him didn't help; she would likely give herself willingly. ### The week had passed, no more classes, no game tomorrow, so it was time for Mark to head to a bar, and have some fun. Perks of a college town; all the bars were in walking distance of the campus. Mark rarely drank, he had to drink once or twice when a woman became convinced that he was just liquoring them up while he stayed sober. Walking into the bar, Mark heard a very drunk, short woman arguing with her friends. The result was the friends leaving her to fend for herself. "Yeah, who needs ya..." she sneered. This woman was an angry drunk. She also looked very young, almost underaged, adding to Mark's thoughts to zero in on her. Mark watched as the woman stood at a table, alone, looking bored. It was time... "Hey, you buying?" Asked the woman. She was cuter than he'd expected, but her attitude, and being a belligerent drunk took any real attractiveness she had away, but she looked like an easy target, so why not? "Who for?" Mark asked, wanting her name. "Me," the woman answered, obliviously. "And, who are you?" "Ryan." "Sure. And I'm Steve," he said, taking Ryan's hand, and rubbing the top of it, gauging her reaction. There was none, so he continued. "Say, Ryan, after we have a drink, you wanna join me and some friends at a party?" "I'll think about it..." "Steve," he finished. He ordered Ryan a drink, and a water for himself. Ryan downed her drink like a pro, but almost immediately excused herself, to be sick in the restroom. Mark waited for her, promptly latching onto her as she passed. "We'll get you somewhere safe. You can sleep it off. Where is home?" Ryan let Mark drive her to her townhome. Mark helped her to her door, after figuring out her keys. Mark figured out where the bedroom was, and led Ryan to it, helping her lay down. Ryan was asleep almost instantly. Mark checked out Ryan's townhome, nothing remarkable, and more importantly, no sign of a man. Ryan was also very clean for a young woman. A lot of people their age had a lot of stuff strewn about their places. 'Wait, we're on the other side of College Circle, this girl's not a student.' With that, Mark checked her wallet, which was pretty masculine. "She's 24? Wow!" He also noticed the smile she wore in her license picture, she did have a pretty smile. Focused back on Ryan, who lay in her bed sprawled out. Mark started to gently remove clothes from Ryan's body. Looking at Ryan in her bra and panties, Mark was amazed. He had no idea her body would be this nice. He had to remove the rest. Ryan's breasts were perfect, with pink nipples, and her privates, a perfect slit, with the slightest of fuzz. He began to touch various places, to test her reactions. Mark was beyond hard. He kissed her neck, her arms, and her stomach. Mark loved the female stomach; even a woman in shape like Ryan, would have that suppleness in their stomach, hard, yet soft. Mark grabbed Ryan's pelvis, reveling in all of her soft, giving skin. Mark breathed hard. He pulled his pants and boxers down, and sprang forth his tool. He had to have her, there was something indescribably sexy about this woman, and he needed her. He began to play with her vulva and clit, and watched as her breath picked up. He went for a finger. "Wait, what? She's a VIRGIN?" Normally this was where he'd grab a condom, but she was a virgin, there was no way she had anything, 'what's the worst that could happen to ME?' thought Mark. Mark used his glans to rub Ryan's clit, with Ryan seeming to get more excited even through her haze of sleep. Mark heard the sloshing of her juices, so he positioned himself, and after some effort, entered her. This was the most amazing vagina he'd ever felt. He began to pump the tight tunnel of Ryan. "Mmmm.." "Mmmmm." Mark watched as Ryan bit her bottom lip, breathing heavily. She was barely aware of herself, but seemed to meet Mark with her own seemingly involuntary thrusts. Mark looked at Ryan's face, her eyes still closed, cute little gasps escaping her slightly open mouth. 'This was one for the ages,' thought Mark. 'This girl was wasted before I had to really spend much on her, she had her own place, lived alone, and she WAS a virgin. She even likes what I'm doing! She CAME!!' Mark groaned, as Ryan's involuntary orgasm clenched his penis, pushing him over the edge inside her. He didn't want to come inside of Ryan, but her vagina literally coaxed it from him. "I would love to do this again, Ryan. But I gotta go," Mark said to the sleeping Ryan. With that, he excused himself. ### Back at home, Mark was relaxing, thinking about what had just happened. It was the best time he'd ever had. That girl must have been repressed. She was a virgin! She was into it. If Mark wasn't turned on by the thrill of non-consent, he'd bet that she would have been a freak had he awakened her. Her body, her vagina, her reactions. It was all so different than when he'd initially seen her; she was a drunk, mean bitch. It also felt good to 'put her in her place.' Mark was hard again, thinking about her. Despite recently having exploded, another round was needed. Thinking more about Ryan, Mark knew where she lived, and thought about somehow trying to meet her under different circumstances. However, she could be more trouble than she was worth, if her personality was anything like he'd seen at first. ### A few weeks had passed since Mark had seen Ryan, and she was but a distant memory to Mark. By now, he'd done similar things to a few more women, nor had Ryan beem the first. Today, he was getting a workout in with his best friend on the campus, Marcus. Mark, and Marcus met when both started college, both being on the football, and baseball teams. Marcus came in on a sports scholarship from New York. The two became bros soon after meeting; both alpha in their own ways. Marcus was from limited means, and very serious when he first arrived, but Mark opened him up with parties, girls, and nights out on the town. Some of their teammates jokingly called them 'Mark y Mark,' much to both of their annoyance at the pure and intentional lameness of the name. "Come on, give me one more! Don't be a bitch!" Mark exhaled loudly. "FFFUUUUUUUUHHH!" "YUUUAH!" he grunted as he completed the final rep. "Hell yeah!" Marcus exclaimed, slapping Mark on the back. Mark proclaimed, "King Kong don't got shit on me!" After the pair celebrated, they got showered, and made plans for later. In the meantime, Mark had to eat, so he went to his favorite Chinese restaurant, ordering his usual. He ate in, and once finished, headed to his car, but he noticed a new store. "Spells R Us?" This was new, it couldn't have been there even yesterday. "I'll check it out, might be a cute girl working." Stepping inside the store, it smelled old, the items looked old, and Mark was on his way to turn around. "Ah, Mark, is it?" "Yeah, wait, did you just say my name?" Mark looked at the old man. He appeared to be wearing a robe, of some kind of strange material. He looked like an average grandpa, thought Mark. "Of course." "I've never seen you," Mark answered. "I guess you're popular." The old man smiled. Mark nodded. "I guess. Well, I think I'll be heading out." "You came all this way, it would be a shame to leave empty handed!" "I'm not interested in anything you're selling, man, sorry." "Maybe this," the old man said, pulling out a vial. "You're a virile young man, right? This can get you all the sex you'd ever want." "Oh, we've got a snake oil salesman?" Mark asked rhetorically. The old man chuckled. "I have a money-back guarantee. If this doesn't work, come right back here after your workout with Marcus tomorrow, I will give you a full refund." "Wait, how do you know ALL of that, who are you?" "I'm a wizard, I know a lot!" the old man said triumphantly. "Only $10, what do you say?" "Okay," Mark sighed. The wizard nodded, completing the transaction. "Take it once you get home." Leaving the weird store and the creepy man behind, Mark spotted a few girls who seemed to be going into the said store. Cute blonde, cute brunette, who were checking him out, and another cute brunette...Ryan! Mark hadn't seen Ryan since that night. She looked totally different than she had at the bar, she was much cuter like this. school. She was dressed in a men's sized L.A Lakers home jersey, with a green fitted t- shirt underneath, skinny blue jeans, and multicolored DC skate shoes. She wore her hair down, and didn't have glasses. He withered at the sight of her, and hurried around the corner, not getting into his car just yet. If she remembered anything, she didn't let on. She'd been so out of it that night, of course she didn't. ### At home, Mark looked at the vial he'd been given by the wizard. Simple glass jar, the liquid had a pink tinge to it, and upon opening it, he found a sweet smell. "Probably water," he said aloud. "It can't hurt." He drank the sip. The drink tasted great, however. It was worth the price on taste alone, thought Mark. After drinking the liquid, Mark got a little woozy, and before blacking out, he knew he'd made a mistake drinking the liquid. "That asshole is..." ### Mark woke up, shaking his head. His hair was in his eyes. Wait, his hair wasn't that long. He looked about, it was daylight. Was this the same day? He remembered feeling woozy, then nothing. He'd been slipped something, but why? He was safely in his apartment, and it wasn't as if anything could have happened...unless it did!? Mark remembered that the old man knew more about Mark than he was comfortable with. Mark picked himself up off the ground, groaning. He felt heavy, but also something else, that he couldn't place. First, he had to check the apartment, to make sure nothing had been taken. Mark semi-groggy, checked about, nothing seemed to be missing. "What the hell was this all about?" Mark asked himself aloud. "My voice..." Mark became aware now. He looked at his hands, small and dainty. The hair that he'd stopped paying attention to, he noticed again. "The fuck?" he asked in a lilting voice. He looked down, seeing a huge set of tits. "I am still toasted," he breathed. Mark went to his bed to lay back down. Maybe he'd go to sleep. But instead of being taken by sleep, or waking up from this dream, he became more aware, more awake. He splashed his face; nothing. He rubbed his face vigorously; nothing. He grabbed a handful of boob flesh on his own chest. "Is this real?" He began to play with them, as he looked in his bathroom mirror, and the woman in the reflection did the same. She could've been Mark's sister. The woman was blonde with blue eyes, like mark, she was tall and fit, but voluptuous. Mark didn't know cup sizes, but this woman had substantial breasts, and they were gravity defying. Her small waist had just the tiniest bit of definition before it flared out to wide hips, with soft thighs. This woman was perfect in Mark's eyes. Mark realized something; he was aroused. When he started to feel his chest, it sent a feeling throughout his body, he became aware of a feeling that he'd had in his crotch since he awoke. The nipples were standing at attention, and they were huge, they were about the size of women who recently had children. Mark had never felt anything like this. He stroked them, and brought his free hand lower to the perfect privates below; puffy lips, the tiniest cleft, and well tucked inner labia; everything was perfect about this woman in Mark's mind. He rubbed himself, and was rewarded with feeling the pleasure that the woman felt. As strange as it was, it didn't seem to matter to Mark, only having an orgasm mattered. After achieving an orgasm, Mark lay on the bed spent. "That was amazing!" he said in his feminine voice. "But, I think this is real..." After recovering, Mark checked his place over again. He looked at his wallet, and everything was as it should've been. "But how am I a woman?" he asked himself. "That old man!" he realized. He'd also finally noticed that a whole day had passed. ### "Hello, young lady," The wizard greeted. "I'm not a lady," Mark answered. Wearing a t-shirt, and basketball shorts cinched as tight as they could go, he most certainly didn't look the part. "I was here yesterday, I am a man, what did you give me? People can't change sex!" "You certainly did!" "Why?" "You'll get all the sex you could ever want!" "But I already get all the sex I could ever want!" Mark exclaimed. "Hmmm. For this to have worked as it did, I might question the willingness of all parties involved?" "What do you mean?" Mark asked, his anger lowering, being replaced with caution. "When you were a man, were all of your partners willing, and consenting?" The wizard didn't allow Mark to answer, "If not, you'll still get all the sex you want, but now, your partners will most definitely be a willing!" "What does that even mean?" "You'll have to figure it out," the wizard answered. "Just change me back." "I can't just change you back, I don't have the ability." "What about my life!? This can't be real!" "You'll have to figure it out," the wizard simply said again. "It's time for my lunch break, so I'll be seeing you!" Mark left the store disheartened. There was something off about this whole situation. It was as though that old man orchestrated this whole thing. But why? And how? He wouldn't be any help, it seemed. All Mark could do was to go home for now, and ponder everything. ### Back at home, finally checking his phone, Mark noticed missed calls, and messages from a few people, notably Marcus. The latest text was about going to lift a bit later. "Shit," he mouthed. What could he do, who could he talk to about this? Marcus was a good guy, but who'd believe him? One could see Mark in this woman, but the actual story was too unbelievable. Aside from Marcus, even his family wouldn't believe him. As Mark thought, this was bad. He had no identity, what could he do? Sooner or later that could come into play, and it would be bad. Mark sat on his couch, again feeling arousal overtake him as he looked at his chest protruding from his shirt. He could see the nipples go from bumps that pushed out slightly, to beacons, all under the shirt, and it turned him on more. "Why am I horny again? I literally just looked my chest, not even naked!?" he wondered, speaking breathily. **KNOCK KNOCK** Mark had forgotten about the texts, and pretty much everything else. "Marcus," he said. "I can't let him see me like this." **KNOCK KNOCK** "Hey, Mark? Are we gonna do this or what, man?" 'I want to open the door!' Mark thought, and did. "Hi!" Mark found himself saying. Marcus studied this woman. 'Yo, Mark is showing the hell off with this one!' Marcus thought. Mark usually didn't have women at his place. "Uh, Hi," Marcus greeted, "I'm looking for Mark, we usually go workout right about now," he stated, figuring, 'he must've gotten his workout in.' "Marcus, I'm Candi, and I know all....about you!" Mark, now Candi said in a sultry voice. 'WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING!?!' She thought. This was absolutely insane! "Good, I hope," Marcus replied. "Very good," Candi said, feeling her nipples crinkle, and poke out of her shirt, which Marcus couldn't help but notice. "Mark's not here right now, but I most certainly am!" Candi said, running a finger down Marcus' huge pecs. Looking at his reaction, she continued, "And so are you." "What are you saying?" "What do you think, handsome?" Candi found herself saying in answer. Mentally, she was screaming! 'Marcus, bro, it's ME, MARK!' Instead, she found herself pushing against Marcus. Pulling Marcus in, she closed the door. "What's going on? Are you Mark's girl?" Marcus asked. "Nope. But, girls just wanna have fun. Don't I look fun?" Candi asked with puppy dog eyes. "I think I'm going to get out of here." Mark ripped his shirt off, revealing the most perfect breasts Marcus had ever seen. Marcus stood in awe. Candi rubbed herself against Marcus. "You sure about that?" Mark asked, taking Marcus' huge hands, guiding them to his breasts. At this point, Marcus began rubbing the nipples. This lit a fire in Candi's crotch that needed to be put out. Marcus then sucked on Candi's breasts as he squeezed them together. Candi's hand went down to Marcus' crotch. Candi knew what Marcus' dick looked like, and just knowing made her shiver with desire. Candi also began to think about the chiseled body of Marcus, a black adonis. Candi had to be taken, her body demanded it. "Fuck me hard, baby!" Candi groaned. "Imagine you're putting your black baby in my virginal pussy!" If Candi could commit suicide, she would've, but she couldn't. Marcus pushed at the opening to the most perfect pussy he'd ever seen. She was really a virgin? As he slipped through, it was the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt. The combination of extreme tightness, and wetness, quickly brought Marcus over the edge. However, Candi wasn't done. She grabbed the shrinking, but still huge cock, and did things with her tongue that she didn't know could be done. 'Why? How?' Candi was disgusted with her best friend's dick in her mouth, while also having her best friend's warm semen running out of her pussy. She could do nothing, her body was on autopilot! They finished the second round, and lay about the apartment. "You were as good as I hoped you'd be, handsome." Marcus was drained. He was still in shock. "Where is Mark, and who are you even?" "I'm Candi, and Mark is gone. For good," she replied. Marcus didn't like the sound of this. He didn't feel as though he was thinking completely straight once Candi touched him. He'd turned down women, perhaps not of this caliber, but something was off. He had to get out of there, and fast. "Well, I've still gotta practice, so I'll be heading back." "I'll be here, handsome!" ### "What the hell did I just do?" Candi groaned. "I just fucked my best friend! I practically made him do it!" she said, washing Marcus out of her. Candi was thinking about the situation. Why was this happening? The old man was no help, and this was definitely beyond being a dream. Candi laid around, trying to keep her mind clear. For some reason even her body turned her on, so she did much of nothing. Finally getting hungry, she decided to get her usual. Stepping out of the apartment, Candi ran into Meghan. Meghan did a double-take. A woman coming out of Mark's apartment? She did look like him, though. "Hi!" Meghan greeted. "Oh, Meghan," Candi answered. "You know me?" she asked. "Um, yeah, Mark told me about you. His cute neighbor!" Candi said, smiling. "He said that!?" Meghan asked with excitement. "And I see why," Candi answered. She was looking at Meghan with more lustful eyes than Mark ever did. She had to leave, quickly. Meghan was surely not as pliable as Marcus had been, and as bad as that felt, she didn't want to do this to Meghan. "I've gotta go. Maybe I'll see you around..." she said, voice lingering. "I didn't get your name." "Candi," she returned. In her head, she thought, 'Come on, leave before I try to fuck you!' With that crisis averted, she went back into the apartment and ordered the food. ### About 2 weeks had passed, and Candi had been avoiding anyone who was familiar with Mark. She also wasn't attending to his obligations; school, practice, and the like. She'd been answering some texts, with one or two word answers, but never returned calls. This would hopefully quell wellness checks. Mark's father soon demanded a call. He'd left a message saying that he'd been informed that he'd not been at school. She sat crying, thinking about all the people that were probably concerned, that she couldn't reach out to. This was hell. Everything so far was. Even her own body was hell. Candi read more texts, and even those from Mark's dad now had a worried tone to them. Still, nothing that she could do. Upon trying to order Chinese, she found her credit card denied. She apologized, and she was concerned. She threw on a t-shirt, and jeans, with slides, and got into her car to head to an ATM. She had to fight the arousal of her breasts rubbing against the seatbelt. Arriving at an ATM, she tried a credit cash advance withdrawal, finding it declined. "Great, no money," she sighed, sitting in the car. "My parents probably cut the card. They really think something happened. This gets better by the day." Candi drove back to the apartment. Upon arrival, she noticed police cars at her building. She got out of the car, and headed towards her place. There were officers talking to Meghan. 'What's going on?' Candi wondered. As Candi neared earshot, she heard Meghan say, "Oh, she might know." 'Holy shit, they're looking for me!' With that, she quickly turned around, trying to quickly head out of the building. "Excuse me," the officer called. He'd just noticed her as she turned around. As soon as she was out of the building, she removed the sandals, ran as fast as she could, for blocks, through backyards, and the such, to make sure. Catching her breath behind a house, anger began to rise, followed by despair. If the police were looking for Mark, he'd be nowhere to be found. Meghan had likely put Candi at the scene. Mark's disappearance would look like a crime, and Candi would look like a suspect. Currently, everything was lost; no money, no home, no car, no family, no friends. Candi had to get away from the area. Waiting an hour or so, Candi left for a busier part of town. Regardless, she would stick out, she had model looks, and a perfect figure. She headed downtown, as she could fit in with the crowd. Her big clothes, and disheveled hair would help Candi blend in. ### Waking from a fitful sleep where she'd been leaned upon a doorway, reality came back rushing to Candi's mind. Here she was, homeless, and broke, and worst of all, without a plan. She had to relieve herself. She went further into an alley, and lowered her jeans behind a dumpster. She emptied her bladder. Looking at her perfect legs, and the wide gap made by her spread, Candi began to get turned on. "Are you serious? I can't look at myself without getting horny?" Candi's breathing became heavy, and she pleasured herself, right behind the dumpster. Candi felt absolutely gross; she couldn't clean up after using the restroom, or mastubating, her juices were on her hand, and soon enough she'd smell like everyone else out here, complete with a nasty sheen of filth. Candi went back to her stoop, dejected. Candi began to walk a bit, the boredom of sitting around getting to her. As she walked, a cop slowly passed, and the two met eyes briefly. Candi averted her eyes, got nervous, and hastened her step. As she walked, the cruiser passed her a few times, with the officer glancing her way each time. Finally, as she thought he would, he pulled alongside her. "Ma'am," he greeted, while appraising her. "Can I... help you, officer?" Candi offered, naturally oozing sexuality. The officer wondered about this woman. She was incredibly hot, and he could see how nice her body was, even in her large clothes. Her voice also sounded like honey, not gravelly and gritty. She didn't seem to have some of the issues that women of the street had. Maybe she was brand new. Her looks piqued his interest, nonetheless, so he answered, "What're doing out here?" "I'm looking for some fun," she answered playfully. In her head, she screamed, 'I'm asking to go to jail! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? HOW AM I THIS FUCKING STUPID!' Yet, she could do nothing to stop it. "You're just making this too easy," the officer said, stepping out of his cruiser. Candi cursed this new stupidity she seemed to have. "But, I never said that I'm charging, officer," she answered. The officer stepped behind Candi asking if she minded a pat-down, telling her that they would wait on a female officer. "I want you to do it. Your hands look strong!" she said, as she backed up into him. "Is that your nightstick, or is that your nightstick," Candi laughed. The officer cuffed Candi. "You're not under arrest, yet," he said, placing her in his patrol. He cancelled the female backup, and got in the car, turning off all cameras. Candi felt her breasts being pushed out, and she could look down and see her nipples poke out, and it turned her on greatly, as well as being cuffed helpless. She began to breathe hard, saying, "I need to be fucked, right now!" The officer's pants had a stirring, and he took off. "What's your name, and what's your deal?" "My name's Candi, and I'm just a horny slut," The officer drove to a secluded industrial area, and opened Candi's door, removing her cuffs. "Leave them on..." The officer did as asked. "Put me on my knees and make me worship your cock!" The officer did so. He'd never received such amazing oral. "I want to see that ass of yours, and those tits!" the officer said before he came and lost his motivation. He pulled Candi's shirt up, revealing the most perfect body he'd ever seen. Her small shoulders, toned back, and wide hips, he needed to see the rest. Pulling her pants down, he was greeted by a perfect pussy and great legs, and a perfect heart shaped ass. "You are amazing!" The officer grabbed Candi's hip, and with his other hand, felt her tit, feeling the nipple grow hard. He HAD to have her. "Call me a criminal whore!" Candi said excitedly. The officer could not contain himself. He took a condom out, to which Candi said, "Let me!" The officer moved towards Candi, with her hands still bound, and she placed the condom on him with oral precision. Even that felt great! "Take the long arm of the law, you criminal whore!" The officer laughed as he plowed into the impossible tightness of Candi. Within a minute, he was spent. He gasped, catching his breath. "Jesus, girl." "Hey, I didn't get mine!" Candi whined. She needed to cum. "Sorry babe, us old guys don't have the stamina." "I don't care, spank me, finger me, bite my nipples! Touch me! Please!" "You ARE a freak!" Candi breathed. "I am...." The officer placed Candi in the back seat, fondling her body, finding that he in fact could get it up again. He did want to savor in the things she asked of him, before plunging back in. The officer went in for round two, and found himself doubly spent. "Thank you, sexy!" she said. Buckling his gear, the officer asked, "You're not on dope, are you?" "No, why?" "You don't have any signs. Physical, or mental. So, Candi, was it? What are you really doing out here?" "I don't know, I just got into town, don't really know anyone, or have any money." "And you weren't working?" Candi shook her head. "You need to use that body, and those skills of yours to make some money. You're a pro," he said, not meaning it as a complement, nor an insult. "Just head over to the Brass Ass, and Jake will take care of you," he suggested. "Of course I can't give you a ride back, wouldn't do to have a woman such as yourself seen getting out of a cop car. I'm sure you understand." "I'm not a whore," Candi said defensively. The officer smiled, and responded, "You're a slut." Then he was gone. Candi was turned on from the way he called her a slut, and took off, she felt less than human inside, but she was getting wet, and her nipples were on fire. If someone didn't fuck her soon, she'd die. Before doing anything else, she took a tit out, and stroked a nipple, pulling hard on it. She pulled her other breast to her mouth, and took that nipple in her mouth, biting and sucking on it, she didn't need to do anything else before she came. ### "Is Jake available?" Candi asked a well-muscled man, attending the door at the club. Seeing muscles against his tight shirt was sending impulses to her mind. "And you are?" "Looking for a job, my name is Candi, sexy." "Candi, huh?" This woman, while disheveled, had a great face, and even with the large clothes, her bust could easily be seen. Looked like she could clean up pretty good, the boss was going to like this one. "I'll get him," Candi sat at the bar. She was familiar with this place, and she'd even had some takeout when she was Mark, but it was different this time. "Go upstairs, there's only two doors, and one's the bathroom." Candi did as instructed, and knocked on the door. "Yes?" A tanned man opened the door, and the office looked as sleazy as she imagined it would. The smell of Old Spice permeated the room. The walls were black with white trim, and in addition to the normal office attire, there was a couch, for obvious reasons, she figured. "Why have you come before me looking like something the cat dragged in?" Jake looked her down, finding the same as others who'd appraised her; undeniable hotness despite her attire. "I'm sorry. I don't have any money for clothes," Candi said. "Show me what you're working with," Jake said, expectantly. Candi did as demanded. Jake's eyes said everything. If angels were real, this woman was one. But, surely, a woman this perfect had more means than this? No matter, she was here, and looking for work. If she was a cop, she wouldn't have shown everything. 'Maybe,' he thought. "Let me see your skills," he said, beckoning her with his finger. She took his finger into her mouth, fellating it, and as she did so, again she felt her nipples get rock hard, and send waves of pleasure to her nether region. Without suggestion, she unzipped his pants, and dug her head deep into his crotch, returning with the shaft now visible for her efforts. "My fuckin' god!" she expertly drained him of his seed. "You're working for me." "Um, can I get some, sexy?" Candi panted. Jake exhaled deeply. "It's business time, babe." "I..I literally can't think. Please fuck me!" She took his cock in hand and smacked it against her labia. It grew hard again, and Jake grabbed a handful of tits, and his cock, shoving it into Candi's waiting hole. "These are real?" "Yes, baby all of me is real!" "You're a dream come true," he said as he spurted his second load. ### "So I'll get you set up with a flat, everything's under the table since you don't have papers. Earnings go to the house, to be divvied up as the house sees fit, and since I have to cover your food, board, and supplies, that's coming out." "Okay, sure," Candi agreed. "Thank you, Daddy." Jake petted Candi on the head. "I think we'll get along just fine." ### In no time, Candi was the star of the show. Gorgoeous, Sex crazed, Jake thought. Maybe she hit her head at some point. She wasn't on drugs like most of his employees, and she seemed to have a fire in her eyes. She could be doing so much better in life. She could be getting paid big dollar just to show some skin, yet, here she was, practically begging to have sex with anyone. Customers, even not-so-attractive ones, staff, the girls, anyone! She was a dream come true, and she was so pliable. She did whatever she was told obediently, and a few weeks in, she hadn't tried to make a break, or anything. She was also still penniless. As Jake had to front her many things, it 'required' 100% of her tips, which she seemed to be perfectly fine with. ### Candi danced, and stripped for her audience. Her body was ecstatic to be doing these things, however her mind was still that of Mark. Inside she screamed for this to be over with. On the outside, she moved sexily, with perfect grace. On the inside, she fumed that this piece of shit Jake wasn't paying her. On the outside, she was a perfect little pet for Jake. Candi found that she couldn't find the will to ask about being paid, nor could she formulate a plan to get away from this life. Any time she approached Jake, she'd end up too horny to do anything other than jump on him. Candi had no idea that things would become even worse. Jake said that she would be seeing clients, separately from the club. People could request her for a given amount of time, and she'd have to do whatever they wanted. Mentally, all of this work was tiring, yet her body wanted it. As an escort, she'd naughtily given footjobs at dinner in full restaurants on dates, she'd been bound and gagged, she'd been part of orgies, and gangbangs. Jessica had even played the girlfriend experience. She'd even gotten pierced for a client in his weekend with her. She came hard as the piercing went through her nipple. She ended up sucking the piercer while the client had her from the back. This went on for months and months. Jake was making thousands from Candi, and she wasn't seeing any of it. All she could do was be a good girl, and call him 'Daddy,' even worse, the nickname was at her own behest. During those times that Candi had control of her faculties, she cried a lot. She'd still never had a single dollar to her name. Any money she got was to be spent on something deemed necessary, which she'd done happily. She couldn't save money, she couldn't spend money in other ways, her mind wouldn't let her. "That old bastard!" Candi cursed, he did this to her with his so-called drink! "All the sex I want? What a joke! This stupid body can't let me go for 5 minutes without thinking about sex! I wasn't nearly this horny as a man!" As she stated, she couldn't do much without getting aroused. She never knew what would do it. Seeing some part of her sexy body? Some part of her body rubbing against something? The sight of another? The thought of another? With that thought, she'd inadvertently aroused herself, crying while she masturbated. "This body is a prison," Candi sniffed, as she drifted to sleep, sated. ### As Candi walked to work from her flat, she'd noticed something, someone. It was Ryan, the woman that she...had relations with a while back. She was definitely pregnant. Candi's mind went to Ryan's breasts, they had been upturned pert breasts with pink nipples, now Candi could see the heaviness of them. She imagined how they must look now; dark areola, long rubbery nipples, full with a little sag. Her hips were wider, sexier. Candi's hand absentmindedly went to her own breast. "No! I can't, not now!" she cried out. She had to. She ran as quickly as she could. Her privates were getting moist. "Uhnnng!" She came from simply thinking about Ryan while her legs rubbed together. She cried for the rest of her walk to work, again cursing her body. After a shift, Candi again passed Ryan's townhome. Clearer of mind, she thought about Ryan. The drunk woman she'd met at a bar, and had sex with when she was Mark. She remembered that Ryan was a virgin when she took her. "How long ago was that?" Then it dawned on her. "That's my kid." ### Candi now noticed Ryan more and more as time passed. She watched as Ryan grew with her pregnancy. She seemed to have that 'glow' about her that pregnant women get. There was something different about her now. When Candi first noticed Ryan, she seemed gloomy, but now she would see Ryan cutely smile, and rub her stomach as she left. This sent a dark feeling to Candi's heart. There was something about Ryan; when she saw her with that contentment, she imagined if they had been together with her as Mark, and Ryan looking at him, happy with their relationship, and their coming kid. Realizing that circumstances would now never allow this; she had to try to force it out of her mind. Surely enough, as soon as she got to work, her mind would be filled with the depravity that her body craved. ### Shortly after Ryan gave birth, Candi got enough resolve to knock on her door. She had no plan, but she was at least able to do this much, it was a start. "Um, Hi, Ryan?" she asked with what seemed to be more than a hint of weariness. "Yes, that's me," Ryan answered cautiously, "What are you selling?" "No, no no! Nothing like that. Uh, do you have a baby?" "Why are you asking if I have a baby?" Ryan demanded, closing the door to a slit. "I'm the father." "The what?" Ryan asked. Candi breathed, "Nothing. I'll go. Sorry." "Come in," Ryan ordered. Candi did as told. "My daughter is with her Grandmother. But, I believe you, and I'll tell you why soon." "I'm so sorry I did that to you," Candi apologized. "Why are you a woman now?" Ryan asked, ignoring the apology. "There was some weird shop. I actually saw you go into it as I was leaving. This old guy sold me something, saying I could get all the sex I want. I woke up as a woman the next day." "I believe you. I was once a boy," Ryan stated, looking at the woman. "Although my circumstances were different. Do you know who the SuperBowl MVP was?" "Ty Walsh," Candi answered immediately. "That was me. This is my neighbor's body. She was a childhood friend. We swapped bodies; she said she wanted to try being a man for a week, and would give me money in exchange for the swap. Turned out she wanted her best friend, who was also my girlfriend. I have been stuck as her since I was 17. I have been depressed ever since! Then I found out he got a Ring! Married MY girl! Made MY MILLIONS!" "I didn't know!" "Of course you didn't, idiot. That's also why I had a drinking problem when you met me. But, what you did know, was that I was drunk. I was a virgin. You raped me and got me pregnant," Anger rose from within Ryan. "You knew I was in no position to consent." "I'm sorry," Candi apologized again. "Why did you come here, other than to piss me off?" "I...I felt bad. I walk past here almost everyday, and then I started seeing your belly grow. I knew I made the ultimate mistake." "Why do you walk past here everyday?" "I'm a stripper. I walk to and from work" Ryan was taken aback. "Ever since I was changed, I have a high sex drive, and I'm easily manipulated; I'm being punished for what I did. In my mind, I know these things, but I can't prevent them. I have nothing now." "If you came for sympathy, I have none. My daughter will not know you. You're scum, and are getting what you deserve. Be glad you're not still a man, because had you dare shown your face, you'd be in jail, getting violated. Be thankful that you're a woman now, by the way, use protection unless you want to end up like me." With that, Ryan shut the door. ### A few years had passed since Mark became Candi, and subsequently began to work at the Brass Ass for Jake. In all this time, after all these customers, she still had nothing to show for it. Candi still couldn't speak up to Jake, or get herself out of the situation, and it seemed as though Jake was perfectly fine with that. His meal ticket seemed to be too stupid to strike out on her own, and her 'work ethic' never seemed to decrease. This was a train to ride as long as it could be done. As she arrived at work, she made her greetings, as usual, knowing almost all of her co-workers were jealous of her, and thus hated her. These were not nice women, all they had were their looks, and all they wanted was money, and they used one to get the other. They all felt that Candi was unbeatable competition, they would only be chosen if Candi wasn't available, and somehow that blasted woman seemed to have infinite energy to deal with the men, and her attitude never wavered, she was perfect. How they hated her! Of course they had no idea of the mental, and physical torture that Candi went through every day, nor were they aware how badly Candi was being taken advantage of. Unfortunately, she could only smile and greet them, unable to say anything that was on her mind. Candi walked the floor, and as usual, she had to concentrate on keeping her sex drive in check. She could have sex with everyone in the whole building and not think once about charging them. Only her obedience to Jake kept her somewhat in check. Candi's constant arousal did help her desirability, as her actions seemed sexier, and her nipples were always at attention. Candi spotted a certain man, who looked familiar. It was Marcus! Candi ran up to Marcus, excitedly jumping on his lap. "Marcus!" Internally, she was very happy to see him, but as usual what she thought and what she did were at odds. "You...you were the girl with Mark," he said in recognition. "How do you remember me?" "I would never forget you, handsome!" she said getting up. "We should go to VIP!" she took his hand, leading him to a private room. As Candi closed and locked the door, Marcus asked, "Wait, before anything else, you know that Mark went missing soon after I saw you, right?" He looked hard at her saying, "You also look related to him. Now you're stripping? Who are you, really?" Candi cried, hugging Marcus. Emotions that she couldn't physically display, were now somehow pouring out. "You wouldn't believe who I am, but there is a reason I look like him," she began. "I wish Mark were here right now, nobody wants him back more than me," Candi said, the true meaning hidden behind the words. "It's been so long since I've seen a familiar face, you have no idea how happy it makes me to see you," she said, excitement, and sadness both pouring from her words. "Why are you here? It seems like you don't want to be," Marcus said, reading her. "You could say that my body craves it, and I'm a slave to my body." With that, she sat on his lap, hugging him. "I need you. Please make love to me. You were the first person I ever had sex with, and I want you to be the first that I make love to. No one could ever love me, and I get that, but it would make me happy if you could even pretend that I mean something. Please." Candi smiled, with tears streaking her face. Marcus held Candi. There was something about this woman that he couldn't place. She seemed to know him well, but he had no clue about her. "You have to tell me who you are. Really." She wanted to tell him, and as she thought about doing so, nothing hampered the thoughts to do so. "I'm Mark, or I was Mark." "What are you saying?" "It was..um...magic. This is a punishment for some of the things that I've done as Mark. I've been turned into a horny slut." "You're serious aren't you?" Marcus asked. For some reason, he got it. "Don't I look like me? You've never seen me until then, and Mark is gone. The police were looking for me, and I had to leave everything." "Why would you leave?" "If I stayed, and no one could find Mark, and I'd been placed in my apartment, I would look like a criminal. No one has ever found Mark, because there is no Mark to find." "If this is true, then why are you doing this now?" "I told you, this is a punishment. When we had sex, I was mentally screaming! But this stupid body! I am trapped in my own head most of the time." "You do seem... different right now. Smarter. No offense," Marcus noticed. "What can I do?" "Nothing. No one knows me, I would be a burden. I don't even have I.D. Everyone's moved on, whether they wanted to, or not. I doubt my mind would let me get out from under this asshole." "I'll take you with me," Marcus said with determination. "I'm not worth the trouble. I'm just a stupid slut, this is my lot now." "What about your family?!" Marcus exclaimed. "They don't have any idea where you've been. You've had a memorial that the guys and myself attended!" "And they don't know me. ME! I'm talking to you, but I don't know for how long. What if I see my dad and I want to fuck his brains out? I fucked you! I couldn't help it. I wanted to fuck Meghan. Anybody can get me horny! I think I affect men too. You couldn't control yourself, even though the situation was strange, right?" "I think you're right. There were so many reasons not to do it, but I couldn't stop. What about whoever or whatever did this? Can I go there?" "No, do you want to end up like this?" "I don't know what you did, but you said it's a punishment, right? I haven't done anything.... I hope," Marcus wondered. "That old man could spite you for even trying to help me." Candi shook her head. "I want you to, more than anything. He did this, however he did. I...I'm just glad that I was able to tell you what happened to me. My family won't get their peace, but this is better than nothing." "Mark..." "It's Candi," she softly said. "And I am a woman that no one man could ever love or have. Please, make love to me." "I can't," Marcus said, his mind clear. "I can change that," with that, Candi, put her arms around Marcus' neck. "Please...don't," Marcus said, as his clarity seemed to fade, replaced with desire. "I want this, Marcus. Do you see my nipples?" He looked at the hard points. She then took his hand and rubbed her labia with it, with both hearing the schlicking of wetness. "This happened because of you. My body NEEDS this. I need you." Marcus felt himself wavering. "Candi..." He reached for her perfect breasts, taking one into his mouth, as he fondled the other. "All these men, and you're still the hottest, strongest, and biggest by far," she purred. "I wish I could have your baby." Hearing this made Marcus harder than ever, until it hurt. "I need you, Candi." Marcus softly touched and caressed Candi's body, but their carnal needs took hold, and Marcus plowed Candi as hard as he could. "Oh yes, that's it. I love you, Marcus! Unnngh, ungh, unnnnngh!" "Candi..." Marcus grunted as he blew a huge load into Candi. Candi reached back, running her arm behind his head kissing him. Both proceeded to catch their breath. With Marcus gaining his senses back, he asked, "You can't get pregnant, can you?" "I don't know. I use condoms with customers, you're the only one without. But I feel like the magic would keep it from happening. What kind of mother would I be?" Marcus could say nothing. "By the way, I meant what I said. This was the first time that I wanted to share my body with someone. I'm glad that I got to see you." "In some weird way, I am too." "Are you going to come back and see me?" "No," Marcus stated. He didn't want to see his former friend like this, and their relationship was forever warped. Also, it seemed like Candi was content with things, whether she wanted to be, or not, and he doubted that anything could change that. In fact, she didn't want his help to change back. "I understand," Candi said sadly. "This is a part of the punishment. Just go, and I'll deal with the boss over the payment after you leave." "I don't want you to have trouble. I got it." "No. You're not a transaction to me. That asshole has made thousands, and I haven't seen a dime. He'll survive." Marcus shook his head. "Okay," he stood, getting his things back on, and grabbed Candi's body, holding her by the small of her back. He kissed her on the forehead, telling her "Good luck, Candi." Candi nodded, with tears in her eyes, softly saying, "Good bye, Marcus." ### The following day, walking past Ryan's townhome, the weary Candi saw Ryan who appeared to be moving. She glanced towards Ryan quickly, and averted her eyes. "Hey," Ryan called out. Candi stopped, looking at Ryan, who said, "Yes, you." Candi walked over to Ryan. "You...called me?" her demeanor, frail and mousy. Ryan looked the woman over, she still looked great. "I never got your name," Ryan stated. "Candi," she answered automatically. "Your original name." "Mark. I'm sorry, I feel like I have to answer to...ugh Candi." "Come in." Ryan invited her into the empty home. "As you can see, I'm moving." Candi nodded. "Are you still stripping?" "Yes." "Why?" Ryan asked. "I can't do anything else. I don't KNOW how to do anything else. If I try to recall skills I had as Mark, they get muddled. I'm stuck stupid. And men tell me what to do, and I almost just do it. I want to die!" she began to cry. "Candi," Ryan began. "You did the unthinkable. You raped me, you got me pregnant." "I know, and I'm so sorry," Candi tearfully said. "I've heard that enough in my life," Ryan stated. "I should be glad to see you suffering; being abused, forced to have sex that you don't want. You're literally just a stupid whore, and that's all you are, and all you ever will be." Ryan exhaled, then calmed down. "Bigger than the punishment doled out by that old man, I imagine what you're going through walking to work, knowing the horrors you will be facing until the wee hours of the morning, unable to do anything about it, every single day. I should be sooo happy to witness this, but I'm not. I hate seeing this, even if it's you," Candi looked at Ryan, tears staining her make-up. "I'm going to help you." "What? How?" Candi asked. "I have the medallion that was used to change me. I will not change you back into Mark or a man. You will be a girl or woman, but with a free mind. If you mess this chance up, you don't even want to know what that old man could do, and even I could turn you into a baby, and sell you. Try me," Ryan bluffed, but she knew that Candi probably respected magic, since she'd been subject to it. "Thank you! I don't even care, just no more Candi," she cried, her eyes showing a brightness that hadn't been shown since her transformation. "I think you should be a child." "Huh?" Candi questioned. "Even if I take away your mental quirks, you have no ID. You'll be stripping or worse, because you'll have to work under the table. If you are a child, you have a chance to have identity established and records for yourself, even if a ward of the state. I'll make the choice yours. One choice, no do-overs," Ryan said. "I don't want this life, or even similar. I'll be a kid, I don't care." Not being a literal horny slut would be great at this point, and so would be getting from under Jake. "Okay then, your last choice," Ryan began. "You have a pretty exaggerated shape, if I change you into a child version of yourself, you will be shaped like this when you grow up. Is that fine?" Candi did have a very sexy body, seemingly made for the pleasure of others. Her breasts were gravity defying and huge, her stomach flat, her hips wide, and her butt; perfect half-heart shaped globes. Her face was classically beautiful, she was a true blonde bombshell. "I don't know. Maybe it's the magic, but I like my body. I don't mind if I look like this, I just want to be free of these shackles. Thank you so much, Ryan." Ryan took Candi to a store, where they found a dress made for pre-teens. Hopefully, no one previously tried it on. After buying the dress, and a few other things, they returned to the townhome, where Ryan used the medallion, having Candi wear it after having touched the medallion to the garment. She instructed her to wear it for an hour, to help with mental adjustments. "There," Ryan said, after having Candi take off the medallion, and putting it away. "How do you feel?" "I don't want to have sex! Oh my God, Ryan!" she cried in her new higher pitched voice. Candi found that she wasn't aroused, which she had been in a semi state since her transformation. She hugged Ryan out of pure happiness. Candi was around 10 years old, still very pretty, and just beginning puberty. Of course, she would grow to be the same bombshell she had been before. Candi was also happy not to have breasts, at least for a while. Being a boy would be preferred, but this was better than nothing. "Alright, Candi. We've got to get you to Child Protective Services, so you can get squared away." "Wait. I don't feel tied to that stupid name. I just got angry hearing it!" she said in her new child's voice. "Then what will you call yourself?" Ryan asked. "Whatever you choose," Candi said, looking at Ryan thoughtfully. "Jessica. My middle name. You will remember me, for better or for worse." "Thank you." "Don't thank me, yet," Ryan said seriously. "Your life is still going to be harder than it was originally. You have to survive being a child of the state, no family, no one to love you. You have your work cut out." "I don't care, you saved me from years of torment. I was slapped, beaten, humiliated, and no one had second thoughts about sexually assaulting me. People almost seemed to resent me, as if I were less than human, and the worse I was treated, the stronger my body reacted. I ASKED for people to degrade me, and inside of my head, I wanted nothing farther from that. It won't be harder than that." Ryan softened. "Look, Jessica, When I was Tyler, my father's big tenet was self-responsibility. Maybe to a fault. I've taken responsibility for my part of everything that's got me here." "You didn't deserve any of it." "Maybe. But my point to you is, don't blame others for your situation, and you may just survive." "Understood," she answered solemnly. "I don't know what's going to happen to you when you walk in there. But I hope you make it out a better person." Jessica smiled sadly, as the reality of her situation unfolded in her mind. As Mark, she'd had a comfortable upbringing, was in college, and loved by his family. Spending the last few years as Candi was hell, and she could only wonder what Mark's family thought, grieving over their son who vanished without a trace. Jessica was now a 10 year old girl who was going to be without family, her life was going to be anything but comfortable. "I will. I know my apology doesn't mean anything to you, but I'm truly sorry." Ryan weakly smiled. Jessica nodded, getting out of the car with a backpack that Ryan purchased for her, just in case. Jessica looked back at Ryan before walking to the building, and sitting next to it, leaning against the building. "I just need time to gather myself, then I'll head in," she told Ryan. Jessica cried silently, thinking about these past few years, and then what she would be facing in the future, until a woman came out from the building, comforting Jessica, and guided her in. ### "Hi, I'm Beth, a social worker with the county. I saw you on camera, and I happened to be doing paperwork late today. You looked pretty distraught, and alone, so of course I had to see what was going on. So, young lady, what is your name?" Beth asked. She looked business-like, but warm. Most definitely kinder than anyone she'd dealt with in the last few years. "Jessica," she answered. "Full name," Beth prodded. "I...don't know," she hadn't gone by a last name since her transformation, and she didn't want to use Mark's. After some thought, she looked similar enough to Mark and his family that if she'd ever used his last name, there could be questions, and of course, something always stopped her when she wanted to reach out to Mark's family and friends. When Beth probed, Jessica answered vaguely. Beth started a file for 'Jessica Doe' and once done, she told Jessica that the two of them would share a hotel room tonight, as nothing could be done in an official capacity, and Beth couldn't bring Jessica home. A child she might be, but Beth had seen it all. She explained that Jessica would receive an examination, and her identity would be verified, and they would proceed from there. As the pair checked into the room, Beth told Jessica to get a shower, and then she would like to speak to her a bit, and she would also order takeout. The first thing that Beth noticed about Jessica was her looks; The child could absolutely be called beautiful. She also looked clean and well cared for, she wasn't emaciated nor looked ill at first glance. She was also well spoken. Sexual assault had come across Beth's mind, young girls like this were prime targets, but that would be found out in the examinations. Was she running away from someone or something? After Jessica was showered, and the two ate, Jessica simply sat in a chair looking out of the window, until Beth suggested that it was time to turn in. "Ms. Beth?" Jessica softly asked. "What is it, sweetheart?" "Um, can I sleep with you? I've been so lonely..." she said. It seemed innocent enough, so Beth agreed. This was also the first clue into Jessica that Beth could see. The pair got in the bed, and Jessica clung to Beth. "Hey, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere." She then asked, "Is there anything you want to talk about?" while lightly rubbing Jessica's head. "I'm sorry. few have ever been nice to me," Jessica started, thinking of Marcus and Ryan. "I know you're just doing your job, but I'm so happy to see someone look like they care." Jessica began to cry. "All these years!" "Jessica, I'm so sorry. Even though this IS my job, I do this because I love this work; I love children. I DO care about you - you're an innocent child, who would ever hate you?" Beth hugged Jessica tightly. "Without children, there is no future." Jessica cried harder. This little bit, this one woman was so different that those she'd been dealing with. Jessica was soon dozed off upon Beth's busom. 'Who did what to this girl?' Beth thought to herself as she looked at the sleeping girl. ### The next day after having a fast food breakfast, Beth and Jessica headed to Beth's job. She had Jessica sit while she completed the file that she started. She again asked Jessica questions on camera; about herself, her past, what she'd been doing, who she was with, and where she was. She was also questioned about the backpack she had, answering that one of those 'very few people that had been nice bought it for her. They finished with prints. Once that was done, Beth got Jessica an examination at a doctor's office. Beth recorded this examination, and Jessica was found to be in perfect health, unharmed, no signs of abuse, and surprisingly to everyone, a virgin. Beth was relieved. Jessica also gave samples of blood, and a swab for identification purposes. With Jessica in the system, Beth told her that hopefully they'd figure out who she was, and if not someone as sweet as her would surely find a home. In the meantime, Jessica would be a ward of the state. Beth didn't consider this often, but she told Jessica that she'd like to keep her until they figured something out. Jessica hugged Beth, the happiest she'd been since being transformed. She promised to be the best kid ever. ### Beth took the necessary steps to ensure that Jessica would be enrolled in school, using an assumed last name of 'Williams' as it was common. She then took the girl shopping for clothes. She'd be reimbursed for anything purchased, but she would've done this regardless. Jessica knew that this woman was a nice lady, but perhaps she was getting too attached to Beth already. She would've cried in joy if Beth could adopt her. When going to the school to enroll, she was tested with 4th grade curriculum, as Jessica appeared around 10 years or so. She was more than proficient as she kept considerable intelligence from Mark. Jessica was so glad that her mind was free, she might have said 2 + 2 was 3 if she had the intelligence of Candi. Jessica was a little needy; she didn't realize it, but the trauma and loneliness from being Candi as well as the medallion causing her to mentally regress to her physical age affected her. This was not an evil deed done by Ryan, as she wanted Jessica to be more comfortable growing up as a young lady. ### Jessica began school shortly after being in Beth's care. The first morning Beth was helping her prepare. "Are you ready?" "Yes ma'am," Jessica replied. "Great!" Beth tied Jessica's hair into a bun, and patted her shoulders, "I know you'll have a great day, you're a wonderful kid." "Thank you, ma'am." "Beth is fine, calling me ma'am makes me seem like a teacher!" Beth laughed, "save that for them, sweetie!" "I will, Ms. Beth." Beth shook her head, chuckling. "So does that!" Jessica was wound a little tight, maybe some time around other kids would help. There was no real way to tell what she had been through. Jessica did seem very grateful and calm, two traits many children her age in similar situations lacked in her experience. "Um, Jessica? I want to make it clear that I'm only an interim. Once we find anything out, we're going to try to have your family become your custodial party, or we will place you for adoption or foster. I'm just letting you know, you may not be with me long, and the school could change as a result." "I...I know," she answered sadly. "I'm sorry, Jessica." "Don't be. This is the life I was given, right?" Beth could only hug Jessica tighter in response. Beth also didn't want to make promises, as she'd seen so many kids failed. The pair straightened themselves up, and headed to school. "Do you want me to walk you in?" "I would love it." The pair walked to the door, with Beth asking Jessica if she had everything, and was ready. Jessica assured her, gave her another hug and headed in. ### Jessica went to her homeroom where she was introduced by her teacher, "Everyone, this is Jessica, she will be joining us for the foreseeable future. Let's treat her well," Jessica stood with her backpack in front of her, looking around the room, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular. "You may sit in any empty spot," With that, Jessica nodded, and decided on a spot in the last row. As she walked, every set of eyes was on her. As Jessica sat, a brunette girl sitting next to her introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Ava." "Hi, Ava." Jessica quietly returned. As she did, most of the students surrounded her, asking questions, and commenting on her beauty. This warmed Jessica up. It was a relief that things were back to a semblance of normalcy. Most of the children in her classes opened right up to Jessica, and she to them. Throughout her classes, she also answered many questions, with correct and detailed answers, causing students and teachers alike to be stunned. This was not to show off, but to prove to herself that she wasn't stupid anymore. As far as Jessica was concerned, this was the best day she'd had in years. Once school let out, Beth asked Jessica about her day, to which Jessica cried. "Hey, whoa, what happened?" she asked with concern. "It was great! This was the best day I can remember in years! Thank you Ms. Beth!" "Awww, that's so good to hear." Beth could see a spark in Jessica that had been missing before. ### A few weeks had passed since Beth took Jessica in, and she was thriving. School was going great, and Jessica was treated well by everyone. She was beautiful and smart, and quickly got over some of the stronger childish, needy traits that had been exacerbated by the medallion. She loved being with Beth, she couldn't ask for a better caretaker, Beth was very motherly, shockingly so for someone that worked for Children's Services, and had no children. At this point, it seemed that life couldn't get better. "Jess?" "Ms. Beth?" she answered. "Well, I want to talk about you, for a moment." Jessica looked apprehensive. "...Okay." "So, we were never able to make headway on your identity. Against known births around your assumed birthday, the statistics bureau has nothing on you, prints, nothing," she sighed, "We are going to make you a ward of the state. In the meantime, we will publicly ask for help finding your family, and you will be officially up for foster or adoption." Jessica sunk. "I want to stay with you." "I'm sorry honey, I told you that this wouldn't be forever. If I could, I would. I can't give you the life you should have." "But, you are giving me better than I deserve!" Jessica exclaimed. "Don't say that, please. Never limit yourself to what you think you deserve." "Please, be my mom!" Jessica cried. Beth cried. ### Jessica's story played on the local news, and she had many, many inquiries. Although one of Beth's co-workers had been put in charge of Jessica, Beth always checked in on her situation. There were many adoption queries made; far more than average for any child. Jessica was aware of this fact, and found it strange, and creepy. Also a high number of people came forward for DNA tests, which also creeped her out. The occurrence of blonde hair and blue eyes was still very uncommon in the American populace, and Jessica was sure that even if that eliminated a high number of people, it still didn't stop them from testing. This brought her to JR, and Anna; Mark's parents. She knew that she still likely had their DNA, but if they decided to get in on the testing, it could actually be a negative and a positive. She'd get her true family back, but with the mysterious disappearance of Mark, and a new unknown 'daughter,' the scrutiny the family would face would be immense. Jessica knew well enough that her parents wouldn't test, because her father especially, would find it a 'wasteful measure of ill result,' or some such saying of his. In the meantime, Jessica was distraught, and created a shell. Whereas Beth was personable, it seemed as if these fosters were doing this solely for benefits. While she and the other children were taken care of, there was an air about that said that they should make their presence known as little as possible. Jessica and the other kids had a sullen attitude most of the time. As her grades began to fail, and she became uncouth, she was bounced around from home to home, and subsequently, school to school. Beth read reports on Jessica, but couldn't do much, as the reports said that everything in the metric guidelines was 'fine', although as Beth knew, 'fine' was up to interpretation. As a quickly developing teen, Jessica was starting to get hit on by boys in her foster homes. She'd had a few fights, after rejecting advances. As dejected as Jessica was at the time, this was made worse by the memories of the things she'd done as Candi. Being touched brought pure rage, and she couldn't control it. Maybe she could go to that old bastard that caused this; maybe those boys could use some tits if they wanted them that bad! ### James, a particular foster father, made Jessica weary at first, then her young mind seemed to take him as normal. He had a wife named Cathy, a larger woman. James could see the neediness in Jessica, and used this to get as close to her as quickly as possible. James would touch Jessica in affirmation when possible, such as when answering something. He'd started out innocently enough, patting her head, rubbing her shoulder, and the girl seemed to love the attention. At times, if James wanted Jessica to move, he would place his hands on her hips to physically move her, or coax her to move. He wanted to get her comfortable with his various touches. As James noticed, Jessica had a large chest. He'd gone into the restroom checking to see if she 'needed soap.' He'd gotten a glance at her whole naked body. 'My god,' he thought to himself. Once she was out of the shower, James asked her, "Jessica, Cathy needs to know your bra size, to buy you a few things. Do you want to show me your bra?" James asked, stroking her shoulder. "Okay, I guess," Jessica answered, lifting up her shirt. James got up, with his hands running up the sides of Jessica's body until he reached the bra. "I'm going to take it off to inspect." "Okay." He removed the thick bra, revealing the breasts of Jessica, and her bare upper torso. He looked at the bra, and asked, "Do you want me to put back on, or do you want to do it?" "Um, if you want to," she whispered. She felt that something wasn't right, but James and his wife took care of her, right? James put the bra back on Jessica, and then grabbed her breasts to adjust them back into the cups. James would wait to see if Jessica acted any differently in the next few days. ### Jessica was in her room at James' and Cathy's place. She was summoned by James. Arriving at James' room, Jessica saw James and Cathy with various clothes. James had a black lacy bra in Jessica's size, and told the girl to put it on. The bra was a much more adult design than any of hers, and it pushed her breasts up. "Is this okay?" Jessica asked, more concerned that Cathy would be present, than James seeing her. "Sure, honey we're girls, right?" Cathy said. Jessica did as told. James spoke up, "Do you want me to test the fitment?" "Okay," Jessica answered. With that, James fully adjusted her breasts, and once done squeezed them together, creating massive cleavage. Jessica didn't seem to mind. "You're growing up, you look more mature now. Do you like it?" "I...yes." "We have some other gifts for you, then," James said as he and his wife handed Jessica more clothes. There were boyshorts, spaghetti tops, tight jeans, and other risque bras and underwear. "Do you want to put them on?" Jessica put on items that were handed to her, with the clingy shirt, and tight jeans showing her womanhood. "Jessica, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" "Really?" Jessica asked, lighting up. "Yes, honey, I wish you were our daughter," James said, putting Jessica on his lap, with his hands on the round of her hip, as Cathy stood idly by. ### James kept himself at the same level for a bit, and he would always make sure to send Jessica out in childish clothes. He began to talk to Jessica more about inappropriate things. Jessica was opening up far more, liking the attention. James even began to kiss Jessica on the lips, and hold her as a man would his woman. "Jessica, do you want to be with us permanently?" "I can?" she asked, brightly. "Yes, if you want to. We have one thing to ask. You know that Cathy and I don't have children, right?" "Yes, sir." "Well, she can't have any. She's got an issue that won't let us. I want to ask you to help us have a kid." "What do you mean?" "You and I will make a baby, and it will be your brother or sister, and we will take care of you and your sibling forever." "...And we get to be a real family that way?" "You betcha, sweetie." Jessica was standing in front of a seated James, who then bent down to hug him, weeping, "Yes...I want that so much," James looked on as Jessica's breasts were almost bursting out of the top. He hugged her, pressing his face into them, to which she didn't care. ### Jessica had been extremely happy since James said that he would make her part of his family. Someone wanted her, and in her mind, remembering what she'd been through as Candi, this time, her body was helping her find actual love and belonging, and she'd be able to do an amazing thing for James and Cathy. She loved them so much, and they were so affectionate to her. James had only treated her with kindness. Jessica liked the subtle things that James would do; the contact, the touching, it wasn't too much, and she thought about how maybe when it was time to make the baby, how nice it would be to do it with a man like James, who wasn't anything like those men that Candi had dealt with, in her mind. ### "Jessica?" James asked. "Yes?" "Are you ready to practice making a baby?" "Yes!" Jessica eagerly answered. James nodded. She was exactly as she needed to be. "Then, show me how pretty you are. I want to imagine how pretty our daughter is going to look." Jessica did as asked. She removed the adult garments that the couple had bought for her, revealing her overdeveloped body. James needed this. He had been grooming this girl, and the plan was coming to fruition. He'd noticed her neediness right away, and he'd been able to use this to convince the girl that she needed him, and he needed her, but she was young enough to be naive, but had the body development of a far more mature woman. It was perfect in James' mind. "James, don't do it!" Cathy suddenly exclaimed, coming into the room. "Cathy, what're you doing?! You were fine with this!" "No, you made me think I was. Please, she's innocent." "Mrs. Cathy, I want to do this. I love you and I love Mr. James," Jessica said, worried that she might lose them. "Look, Jessica, I'm so sorry," Cathy cried. "None of this should be happening to you." "What is this about, Cathy?" James demanded with more than irritation in his voice. "She's fine. We love her, this is how we show it, and she shows her love by giving us a baby." "For what? For you to do this to that child, too? I'm sorry I couldn't be the wife you wanted, and give you the child you wanted. I failed as a person, as a woman, as a wife," Cathy said sadly. "My life doesn't mean anything. If you do this, I will tell, and we will both go away for a long time, maybe forever. You know what happens to people like us." "Cathy..." "Jessica, put your things back on. No, put your school clothes on. I'll take you back to CPS tomorrow. Tell them whatever you want." "But, I don't want to go back. I'll do it. I don't care, I won't say anything! There's nothing wrong with love is there?" Jessica cried in distress. She had no idea what to do, or what was going to happen next. Cathy hugged Jessica, as James left the room. "You're worth more than that. I'm sorry I let him do that to you. It's my fault." "But, I love you guys," "No, you don't. You will know what love is when you feel it, but this isn't it." Both cried. ### Since leaving James and Cathy's, Jessica fell back into depression. Even if the couple wanted her to have a kid for them, they still wanted her. Now, it was back to the shuffle, the unknown, being unloved, unneeded. Jessica became a dark introvert, she dyed her hair jet black, and wore big clothes, almost like 90's grunge. She wanted to separate herself from the 'blonde angel' that everyone thought she was. She hated it, and she hated people. Much as when she was Candi, no one seemed to care about her. It hurt then, it hurt even more now, with her regressed mind. The system had too much on it's plates to give her the attention that she wanted, that she needed. In the beginning, with Beth, it seemed as though this would be doable. However, as Ryan said, life would be hard, and now it was. ### By this time, Jessica was aware of her looks and sexuality, and decided that another change was needed. She now dyed her hair brunette, and decided to dress more mature, similarly to how James used to dress her. She was filling out quickly, she wore tighter things to accentuate her shape. She was 14, with the shape of a grown woman. While being fostered with a particular family, Jessica decided that she would take attention if it wasn't given. "Young lady, it's bed time. You have school tomorrow," Jessica's foster father Eric stated. "And why do you even care?" Jessica snapped. "Just let me do what I want, and you can earn your little check, or whatever, and everyone's happy." "Jess, it's not about that, and you know it. Haven't we been good to you?" "For how long?" Jessica cried, "Everytime I get someone nice, they can't keep me; I get thrown out like I'm fucking trash! Maybe I am trash, I mean it's my fault I'm here. Just, whatever," she said. Eric sighed, he wanted to warn her about the language, but she was obviously deeply hurt. "Look, Jess, Gwen and I would love to have you, but we can't. We try to give as many kids a good surrounding as we can. We know how hard your lives are, we're simply unable to give ourselves to one or two kids." "What... if I give myself to you, Daddy." Eric looked at Jessica with shock. "Excuse me?" Jessica stood in front of Eric, and took her shirt off, revealing her bra, saying, "Well, you can be my Daddy, leave Gwen, and we can be together." "Put your clothes back on, NOW!" Jessica hugged him, rubbing herself against him. He wanted to push off, but if he had, he'd be touching her bare shoulders at minimum. At that moment Eric's wife Gwen came into the kitchen, witnessing the scene. "ERIC?!" "Get her off of me!" he shouted at his wife. "It's not me! I'm not going to touch her to do it!" he exclaimed, hands raised. Gwen moved to grab Jessica off of her husband, wrestling the girl to the ground, who began crying. "Jessica, explain yourself!" she demanded. "Eric tried to fuck me," Jessica replied, getting her shirt back on. "I...can't believe you..." Eric said, disappointment in his voice. "I will watch the video," Gwen said. "I trust my husband, but either way, things are not going to be fine at the end of the day." "I did it," Jessica admitted. "I'm sorry," she sniffed. "I liked it here with you, and every time that happens, it gets taken from me. I thought that if I did this, then maybe I would have a place to belong." "Jessica, we take you in, and this is how you repay us?" Gwen asked, anger rising. "You tried to have sex with my husband," she started, "and then you lied and said it was him that started it!" Gwen was getting angrier by the moment. "You BITCH! You could have ruined his entire life!" "And now, we have to think if doing this is the right thing anymore," Eric interjected sadly. "We will show them the tape, and tonight will be your last night. I'm not going to call the police, but be ready in the morning," Gwen stated firmly. "I'm really sorry about all of this..." Jessica cried. All she knew from being female, was that men's carnal desires could drive them to do sexually deviant things. Eric was a man, a healthy virile one, surely he would have been charmed by Jessica's overdeveloped, nubile form as James had? "You have a lot to think about, and you've given us things to consider as well," Eric said. "You could have effectively ended my life with your little stunt. I am not a vengeful man; for whatever it is, that made you feel that you needed to do this, I'm truly sorry," Eric sighed. "I hope you have a good life, Jessica." Eric's words hurt. The final stinger was the fact that he ended with her whole name. He'd been calling her 'Jess' after she warmed up to him, and he was the best foster father she'd had. She messed this up, big time. "Can we forget that ever happened?" Eric slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Jessica." Eric escorted his saddened, angry wife upstairs to their bedroom, while Jessica stayed in the kitchen. She eventually went to her room, where she laid on the comfortable bed for the last time, cursing herself, and even cursing Ryan! "She should have made me Mark! Nobody loves me!" she cried into her pillow. In her mind this was no better than being Candi; this body was still the same, it was all she had to use to get anywhere. Jessica thought of the possibility of running away, and going to the Brass Ass for work once again. "I have the body," she said to herself, "but still, Jake..." She began having dark thoughts about that man, and his business. With her mind reeling, she didn't get any sleep that night. ### After the incident with her last foster father, Eric. Jessica was moved to a facility, medicated and unable to be fostered or moved until she met certain metrics. Beth was mortified with the report, and the video and visited her. "Jessica?" "Hi, Ms. Beth," she answered, with Beth unsure of her mood. She was medicated, which altered her mental state. Beth hated when they did this to children. "Jessica, what were you thinking?" In Jessica's altered state, she answered truthfully, "If I gave him myself, that he would want me forever." She looked at Beth. "That's all a stupid whore like me has to offer, right? These tits," she hefted them, "and this ass." "Jessica, why would you even see things like that?" "I know men," she answered cynically. "But you are still a virgin, no one has abused you!" Beth returned. She had no idea. The years of stripping, escorting, and the mental abuse and conditioning by James, which she'd never told anyone about. After doing what she'd done to Eric, she would be blamed if anything came up about James. "I didn't think about what could've happened to him. I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid." "You did a stupid thing," Beth said. "You'll be paying for it, but you're not stupid, Jessica. You had the best grades in your class when you were with me, and they got back on track when you were with Gwen and Eric." "But did it matter? I wanted you to be my mom! Then I was ripped away. I wanted Eric and Gwen to adopt me, but I knew it wasn't going to last! I would get shitty fosters that I hate, and hate me!" Jessica exclaimed. "Jessica, I know the system sucks. I'm sorry. I can't fix it, and I can't adopt you." Beth sighed. "Do you know why Gwen and Eric foster?" "No." "Because they lost a toddler daughter to a DUI, and for what they couldn't do for her, they wanted to do for other children." Jessica looked on with tear stained eyes. "Now, they will likely quit doing this. That costs them their calling, and many kids a good placement with a truly well intended family." Jessica rubbed her face, while tears flowed freely. "Oh my God. What can I do? Can I make a statement? Anything!? They were good people! I'm sorry!" she cried. "That's a good idea, Jessica; a start," Beth said, giving a thin smile. ### Later that evening, Jessica wrote a letter of apology to Eric and Gwen, and issued a statement to the court, hopefully convincing the couple that people such as them were needed, and that she'd had a horrible lapse in judgement. Putting the pen down, she cried more. She had a room to herself, so she screamed, "I HATE MYSELF! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!!" She pulled her shirt up, and grabbed her breasts hard, digging into the skin, she pulled at them, and did similar to her privates. She took a marker, and wrote pejoratives on her body, including 'whore' and 'trash.' Finally, she grabbed a pair of scissors, and took some hair into her hands, and *snip*, out came locks of hair. Jessica laid in the bed, having let some steam out. She was breathing calmly, and looking out of the window. Many thoughts ran through her troubled mind. She hated everything, and everyone. The closeness to others, the laughing, talking, playing, having friends; none of these things could happen as long as she was a foster, being moved from home to home. Pondering further she thought about Ryan, the person that caused all of this. She shouldn't have listened to Ryan, being a kid wasn't any better, in fact seemed worse than being an adult. As she saw it, if she had met a good man like Eric, she could have taken him, without any of the issues that were faced when she tried to seduce Eric as a teen. She would be complete, have a good life, be loved, and fulfilled. Better yet, Ryan could have turned Candi back into Mark. Even though Jessica had the experiences of Mark, and Candi, her maturity level, and reasoning abilities matched her physical age. The combination of these factors made things harder to deal with than Jessica could imagine. Finally calm, and thinking again about Ryan, she thought aloud, "It's not her fault. I wouldn't have been Candi if I never mistreated women." From the wizard's words, she knew that punishment was given for that reason, and Ryan was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Ryan tried to help me, and I'm glad I'm not Candi...." she said quivering. "But, I am so lost! I don't know what to do... As Candi, I was compelled to listen to people, and as much I hated everything, I was content. I knew what was coming next." She thought further, and questioned, "But, what was coming next? Sex with gross men, going to my run down place every night, being too horny to control myself, not having anything to show for all the effort?" Gaining clarity, she realized, "I don't know what's coming next, but it doesn't have to be that! I had everything given to me as Mark, but I know the struggle, ever since I've been a woman. I have to deal with it, and make my life mine. I have to be responsible for my own happiness," Jessica said, trying to convince herself. "I'm not stupid. I'm not stupid. I'm not stupid." Still sore from her self-inflicted pain, Jessica got up, and wiped herself off. She used alcohol to get the writing mostly off, but some was still visible, as if it were a statement of the past. She looked in a mirror, her eyes dark, and her hair randomly cut by the scissors. She would get it close cropped, and 'start over,' so to speak. "Okay," Jessica said, forcing a smile to her still beautiful features, "This is me! I'm Jessica, I deserve happiness, and it's nobody's responsibility but mine." ### That fateful night, Jessica had decided that she would live for herself. She figured out that she couldn't rely on others for her own happiness. In her immature mind, it was as if they all didn't care about her, or want her enough to adopt but, Hearing the reasons behind Eric and Gwen's fostering gave Jessica perspective that she was sorely lacking before. It wasn't all about her. Even Ryan, a woman that went through similar loss of self, and that was raped by Mark, even helped Jessica. "I don't know how, but it could be worse.." ### Eric had been the first truly positive male figure in Jessica's life. The foster fathers before him had no interest in the foster children placed with them, then was James who'd almost assaulted her, and all the men before that, were men taking advantage of Candi. Apologizing to Eric initially via a letter, he eventually accepted a call from Jessica. Thankfully, Jessica's apology to the family, and the court, as well as Jessica's pleading, convinced the couple to continue to foster children. Gwen was still not too happy with Jessica's contact of her husband, but it was only by phone, so she relented. ### Beth called Jessica, which wasn't a surprise, as It was her 15th birthday. "Hey, kiddo, Happy Birthday!" "Aww, thank you Ms. Beth!" "Would you like to come over today?" "I'll have to check." "You're covered." "Then please!" Jessica excitedly answered. Soon Beth and Jessica were in Beth's car. The pair hugged. "I'm so glad to see you," Beth said. "Me too!" Jessica said excitedly. "I've got your present at home." Jessica hugged Beth once again. The two made smalltalk about how Jessica was doing, when she noticed that they were heading in another direction. She inquired, to which Beth stated, "I moved," The pair continued, with Jessica wondering what Beth's new place was like. Soon, they arrived. "Wow, this is really nice," Jessica said. "Glad you like it," Beth returned. "So, I bet you're wondering about your present?" "Getting to see you is a present," Jessica said, smiling cheezily. "Well, let's get up the stairs," Beth suggested. The two headed up the stairs, and upon reaching the top, Beth told Jessica to shut her eyes. Beth walked the pair to a door, telling Jessica, "Don't open your eyes yet. I will tell you when you can look." "Okay," Jessica nodded, excitedly. Beth opened the door, and told Jessica to look. Jessica's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Ms...Beth..?" Jessica looked into a well made room, fully furnished, with a white fluffy bed. Above the bed were wooden cut-out letters spelling 'Jessica' in a playful font and pattern. "Wh...what's going on?" Beth smiled. "Look on the bed." Jessica went to the bed, and picked up a piece of paper. Upon studying it, she looked back at Beth, and ran over giving her the biggest hug that she could, while crying tears of joy, like never before. The papers were the decree of adoption. Beth was now Jessica's legal mother, complete with her last name, Martin. Beth had used connections to make the process a little smoother, but everything was nice, tight, and binding. "You're my mom?" she questioned rhetorically. "Mom?!" she cried, hugging Beth again. "I love you so much! Thank you!" Jessica cried ecstatically. "I love you too, Jess." "I wanted this more than anything! But why?" "You know," Beth began, "there was something about you, from the moment I found you sitting outside of the office. I don't know what it was, but something was there, I even brought you to my home," she explained. "But, as I was, I didn't have the capacity to adopt. You wouldn't be the first child that pulled at my heartstrings, that I wish I could have taken home and told them everything would be alright. Even so, I wouldn't have been able to give you, or anyone else the life they deserve, with me being able to give 100% like a mom should. A few recent changes to my life, and here we are." Jessica stood looking at her mom, unable to control these emotions. Her face was red and puffy from all the crying she was doing. "I don't deserve this," Jessica said, thinking about everything that had happened to get her to this place. "Yes, you do, honey," Beth said. "You have to finally let yourself enjoy something good that's happening to you. The past is the past, I won't let you hurt from now on; you're my daughter, and I will protect you." "Mom..." Beth smiled. "So, then, get acquainted with your room, we will get your things from the facility later, and have our first dinner as a family tonight," Beth said smiling. It was surreal. Beth left Jessica to her devices, and Jessica simply fell back onto the soft, plush bed. Her bed. ### Things were finally normal for the first time since Jessica became a woman. She was in high-school, in honors classes, and would be well on her way to the college of her choice, with a full academic scholarship. She was very smart, owing to Mark's education giving her an advantage, but unlike Mark, she needed to leverage her intelligence to get into college. She was determined to do this after the incident with Eric. It was going to be the only way that she didn't end up being like Candi all over again. Knowing at the time that she would grow up to look like Candi, at one point, it was on Jessica's mind to forget everything and use her body to get ahead. At least this time, she wouldn't be too stupid to actually get paid. However, upon further thought, willingly living a similar life to Candi would have been even worse, and it would have gone against everyone who'd ever tried to help her out. Jessica was satisfied with life. She was comfortable with who she was, and she was well liked. Sometimes, people would underestimate her, based on her looks, but she took it as a challenge. Her teachers praised her, and most importantly, Beth couldn't be more proud of her daughter. Beth had seen Jessica grow from that frail kid, to the troubled teen, to this beautiful, well-rounded young woman. ### High school would be finishing soon for Jessica. She was top of her class. Her high school life was similar to Mark's in many ways, but also different. Like Mark, many people were naturally attracted to her presence, and she gained many friends with the same naturally outgoing attitude that Mark had. She'd distanced herself from others back when she was being moved through fosters, as she was afraid of getting attached to anyone, like she had initially done with Beth. Now that she had stability, thanks to Beth, she could shine as she was meant to. There were reminders of her life lost, every so often, such as when she studied abroad in France for a semester. Mark's family vacationed in France, and from that life, Jessica knew a little French, learned mainly for flirting with girls. Then of course there was Mark's family. All these years, and they still had no idea there their son was. Jessica would think about these things for a brief moment, but she had her own life to live, and could not spend too much time dwelling on the past. Relationships were a place that Jessica didn't feel comfortable, due to her past. Reliving the moments of Candi's life, and James' grooming in her head made Jessica unable to answer the advances of guys. Many had crushes on her, and thankfully, they understood when she let them down, alluding that past trauma meant she wasn't ready to date. That detail aside, Jessica couldn't ask for more. ### Jessica was going to be graduating with honors, and as top of the class, and with her situation, the school asked if she could make a speech to the graduating class, which she graciously accepted. On the day of graduation, the excitement was more than palpable. All the energy and hopeful youth could be felt. Jessica, dressed in her gown, hat, and black flats, greeted peers, and teachers. Her face and hair were perfectly styled at a salon, with subtle bright hues, and her hair, regrown it's natural blonde, styled straight with a symmetrical part. The ceremony began, with students, and their parents in their designated places. The principal gave his opening welcome, letting everyone know that they were but the latest in a long line of graduates from their school who would go on to do many great things. He also said that they should be proud of their efforts, and hard work. He then thanked the students for being a pleasure to teach, and the parents for being a pleasure to work with. The students came to the podium to receive their diplomas, and shake the hands of the various faculty members, each waving to their families, and having pictures taken. They had a few guests, and students speak about various things, and then they asked Jessica to speak her piece. Jessica went to the podium looking about. All eyes were on her, which was something she was used to, but this was different. She exhaled, cleared her throat, and then began, "Hi, I'm Jessica Martin, and I am supposed to give a speech on overcoming adversity. I..uh, there were some challenges in my life; as some of you know, I was orphaned, and grew up without a family," she heard audible gasps. "It made my teens and pre-teens very difficult. Okay, that might be an understatement. But..." Jessica looked around the room. "I didn't do anything special," she lightly shrugged. "Like any other kid, I had people that cared about me; they just weren't blood related." Jessica scanned for Beth, whom she found in the crowd, and next to her was Eric, an unexpected surprise, looking up at the teen. "I simply didn't want to disappoint them, for the effort and time they gave me; an ungrateful brat, and I wanted to be able to stand on my own two feet. I didn't do anything that any of you guys." She motioned towards the seated students. "Didn't do. We did it." The crowd clapped, and cheered. Jessica ran to Beth and Eric, giving them the biggest hug ever. She had tears welling up, "Thank you so much for being here!" Eric lightly smiled. "I'm happy for you, you look well." "I thought about you so much, I'm so sorry." "It's fine, Jess. This is a special day for you, so focus on that, go mingle with your classmates! So, I'll be heading out now. Congratulations," Eric said, giving Jessica one last hug. Eric had to keep it short and sweet, as a condition to his wife, but he wanted to see this moment, and knew that it would mean a lot to her if he showed up. Jessica was happy, but understood. ### Jessica's first day of college was a few days away. She'd been looking at jobs to work while in school. During high school, Beth gave her an allowance so she could continue to focus as she had been, but could enjoy the little things. Now, it was time to earn her own. She parused job aggregators, finding typical jobs for someone her age, but many of them required flexibility, and seemed more for people who absolutely needed work. Beth suggested that she needed to find a job that would work with her, as her studies were far more important than an unskilled job. Even if she needed to continue to provide, which Jessica promised she wouldn't let happen. The next night, Jessica had gone out with friends to a grille and pub called "Don & Dot's". After parting company, she went to Google to leave a review. She saw an entry in a job site with from 4 to 5 stars rating. She hadn't even thought of working here, they'd come on a recommendation of the food. "Pretty good reviews from college students," she'd read that they had great benefits, great morale, great people, and a wonderful owner. She decided to ask about a position, so she caught her waitress and did so. "Melanie, was it?" She was told that the owner would in-fact be more than happy to see her. Melanie brought Jessica through the swing doors, and through the kitchen, and to the office. "This is Jessica," Melanie said to Ryan. Turning to the prospective employee, she then said "This is Ryan, the owner." "Thank you, Melanie," Ryan said smiling. Ryan looked Jessica over quickly. She was a very pretty blonde, well built, and smartly dressed, and if Ryan had to guess, she was about 18. But she knew, of course, Jessica's age. She stood up to shake Jessica's hand, who wore a surprised gasp on her face. "Hi Jessica. You look like you've seen a ghost," Ryan said. Jessica hugged Ryan, bursting out crying. "Hey, hey," Ryan calmed, "small world, huh?" "Ryan, thank you. Thank you, thank you!" Jessica exclaimed. "So, I take it you're doing well?" Jessica wiped her eyes. "Yeah. I think so." "Well, you came for a job interview, so let's begin," Ryan said, becoming formal. Jessica straightened herself up. "I'm sorry. I didn't think I would ever see you again. I feel so many different things." Ryan smiled. Jessica certainly looked well. "So what are you doing these days?" "I'm just starting college." "What are you taking?" "Women's studies, with a minor in broadcasting. Full scholarship." Ryan clasped her hands. "Very good. So why did you decide here, at Don and Dot's?" "You've got great reviews on job aggregator sites. Many people in college like it here for many reasons. Pay is good, clientele, your incentives, the atmosphere. I was just eating with friends, and I'd agree, and the food was good." Ryan positively shook her head. "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" "I would like to get into my field of study; either directly, or possible go to grad school, if I need to advance my degree to get where I want." Ryan liked what she heard. "A great man once told me, in this business, you learn to read people very quickly. In fact, you have to. I think you'll succeed. I know the path you were placed on was a tough one, you have done amazingly, and you're very beautiful and feminine. You are far more graceful than myself. You've made a great first impression and I am quite impressed with the young lady you've become, Jessica." Ryan gave Jessica a hug. "Thank you, so much." "You're welcome," Ryan finally accepted her thanks. "I will offer you the position. When can you start?" "ASAP." "Sure, Jessica. Were you able to get two forms of ID?" "Yes, I have them." Jessica nodded. "Okay great." There was another knock on the door. "Excuse me." "Hey Mom." It was Ryan's daughter, now aged about 12. She was a developing blonde beauty and also, as tall as her mother at her young age. The girl looked at the stranger, and did a double-take. Jessica had much the same reaction to seeing her. Mark's daughter; Jessica's daughter in a sense. "Oh, Maria. This is our newest member, Jessica." "Hi..." Maria began. Jessica couldn't contain herself and jumped up and hugged a surprised Maria tightly. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. Maria was too shocked to react. "Maria, you might be thinking that Jessica here, looks a lot like you. She's your cousin," Ryan stated. Maria backed off. "No way!!!" she said, excitedly. "It's like a mirror." Jessica looked at Maria, and then Ryan, who nodded. "Yes way!" she exclaimed, bringing her back into the hug. The two girls looked almost like twins. Jessica was based on Mark's original looks, but a very feminine clone of him. Maria looked almost exactly like Jessica, only a bit more pale, from Ryan, she had gray eyes, like Ryan, as opposed to Jessica's blue. Jessica was a very beautiful young woman, and though Ryan was worried about Maria looking like her assailant when she was pregnant, at the very least, he made Maria a very beautiful girl. Maria was crying. "I finally get to meet someone from my Dad's family! Did you know him?" "I..uh, yeah. I met him once. I was a kid," Jessica said, holding Maria. "I...I wish I could've met him, so I could tell him how much I love him," Maria said sadly, through tears. "I'm sure he knows how you feel, and is very proud of you. I know it," Jessica said crying. Ryan looked at the two, trying to keep her own composure. Shakily, she began, "Maria, I'm sorry, um can I have a minute with Jessica? I'm sure she wants to talk to you some more when we're done. Go grab something if you're hungry, we'll be quick." Stepping back slightly, Maria agreed, "Okay, Mom," she said, looking at Jessica, smiling. "It was nice to meet you, Jessica!" "You too, Maria, you're a special girl," Jessica said, wiping her face. Once Maria left, Jessica began to cry harder, and Ryan joined her. "She's so...perfect, and I..I," Jessica stammered. "I didn't get to be part of making her into the beautiful girl that she is." Jessica shook her head slowly, exhaling. "But I guess that's part of taking my responsibility, like you said all those years ago. I missed out on her, and you, and it was hard, dealing with some of the stuff I had to deal with," she said, disgust deep in her voice. "It's all my doing." Jessica then softened. "Despite me, and everything else, you did a great job, Ryan. I'm so sorry. How can I ever make it up?" "Well, she still needs you. You can still have a relationship with her. You're not Mark, you're Jessica, a responsible young woman; her cousin, who I believe has shown me that she can be in my daughter's life." "Thank you, I would love that very much. Thank you for everything." Ryan gave Jessica a hug, saying, "As ironic as it is, thank you, for her. She saved me when I was in a very dark place. I love her so much, and her innocence is special," Ryan said. "Well, then I'll see you Monday, 4PM, come dressed to work; your own pants, we provide the shirts." Jessica nodded. "If you're free now, I'm sure Maria probably wants to continue where you two left off." WIth that, Jessica left the office. She found Maria, sitting next to her, giving her a hug. Maria offered some of her food to Jessica, and the two began talking, and laughing as though they were good friends already. ### Jessica headed home, greeting her Mom, telling her that she found a job, and showed her the rewiews, happy with her choice. Jessica went to her room, laying on her bed, and looked at the ceiling. She thought about Ryan, and Maria. Another thing that would remind her of her past life's mistakes. Ryan was a business owner, and seemed to be doing very well. She could certainly hide any anger that she had about her life's circumstances. Then there was Maria, the daughter given to Ryan by Mark. The young girl looked much like Jessica herself, uncannily so. The young girl seemed to be very happy, no doubt raised well by Ryan. ### "You asked for me?" Jessica inquired of Ryan. "Yes, Jessica. Please close the door, and have a seat. Your 30 day eval," she waved to the chair. Jessica did as told. "That's the official word, but you pass. Jessica, you have impressed me so far. I guess growing up as a girl made it more natural for you?" Jessica looked down. "Actually, it was harder, maybe." Ryan looked surprised. "Um, how to explain..." she sighed. "So, I was a kid, with childlike emotions, but I had the memories of when I was Candi and Mark. Puberty was a mess. One of my foster fathers made me think I loved him, and I was ready to have a kid with him." She shook her head at the memories. "They call it grooming. My body way outgrew my mind." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I did things that caused that old man to punish me with Candi, and you; a woman I harmed, tried to help. I was mad at you for not making me Mark at one time. I cut my hair, and tried to literally rip my breasts off. I tried to come on to a different foster father, hoping he'd want me, maybe get me pregnant, married, like the first one wanted. Who knows what I was thinking? Stupid teen thoughts. As Candi, that's all I knew of men, and as soon as I grew boobs again, men were trying to take advantage of me. I still thought all I had was my body, like Candi," Jessica explained. "But that's when I realized something else; I wasn't Candi, thanks to you. I still had a useful brain," Jessica chuckled. "It was weird, I wasn't Mark, I wasn't Candi...I was me. I came with my own challenges to beat." "Oh my god, that sounds horrible," Ryan cried. "I thought I was saving you from that! For what it's worth, it took a lot not to just take you home with me. I thought it would be better. But now, I don't know. It sounds worse than I can imagine," Ryan responded. "It was the right thing to do. I don't expect things to be handed to me, I'm doing okay, by my own hands. I hated a lot of growing up again, but I had a goal to reach, and people I wanted to show what I could do. You, and my mom for starters." "Your mom?" "Beth, the lady who first spotted me sitting outside the Child Services office." Ryan flashed a memory. "She adopted you?" "She did, when I was 15. And there's Eric, one of the fosters; the man that I came on to. I love him too, but I hurt him badly," Jessica said, her expression getting dark. She told Ryan the details of what happened. "Wow, you really were one confused kid." "But I'm all good now!" Jessica exclaimed. Ryan nodded. Jessica seemed to have a great attitude despite what she'd been through, and it seemed to be much worse than Ryan imagined when she left Jessica at the Children's Services office. Ryan respected Jessica, she'd been through many years of physical and mental torment, and came out a wonderful young lady. She was nice to have around, and she spent a lot of time with Maria whenever she could. "Well, Jessica, I want you to know everyone here likes you, including me." "Awww, thank you so much!" "And, Maria can't stop talking about you. She absolutely adores you." "She's a great kid. I'm thankful that you gave me the opportunity." Ryan smiled. "So, if she ever meets your mom, that's going to be interesting!" "I know right!? What would I even say? She's my twin. That is the reason I'm glad that I kept my body, it makes me feel close to her." "Yeah," Ryan agreed. "Look at us, sitting here, both former men, and we also share a piece of Maria. It would make a pretty wild story." "Difference of our stories is that you didn't deserve anything that happened to you, I did." "Well, I'd say that I've been made whole, in the end," Ryan started, "And like you, my new life gave me people that I would never want to lose. My mom, and my daughter; I wouldn't give them up for the NFL run I would have had as Tyler." Both had another thread shared by them; their mothers were also women that they couldn't have lived without. While both women loved their birth mothers, the mothers given to them by their new lives were people who'd become even more important to who they were now. "I have one thing. Please call me Jess, if you like." Ryan nodded. Jessica asked this of Ryan, because in her life thus far, people that liked her usually shortened her name to Jess when speaking to her, and if they didn't like her, or were mad at her, they called her Jessica. This was an affirmation tactic. She'd know how Ryan felt about her by her called name. "Sure, Jess." ### College life was great. Jessica spent her time around great people. The two-way road of respect was well traveled by Jessica, and her peers alike. Classes were going great, she majored in Women's Studies, for now. Her decision was made by some of the trauma from the past, but she'd been warned by a few people about choosing a 'passion class.' She could change her major if needed. Things were also going well at work, and everyone liked her there as well. Mostly. There were some other waitresses who were jealous of Jessica's looks, and would say snide things, or the like. Ryan addressed the issue, telling the girls that while yes, Jessica was extremely beautiful, so were they. If they would focus on their customers, and not Jessica, then there wouldn't be an issue, as there had been none before Jessica. Jessica did things with her mom when she could as well, but these busy days as a working student, it wasn't often. She made sure to greet her every evening when she got off work, if Beth was still up. If she wasn't, Jessica would always leave a Post-It with a thoughtful message on her mom's door, and it would always be signed, 'I love you so much, Jess!' ### Maria, the daughter of Ryan, and in a way, Jessica's daughter. The younger girl's looks were striking, being a near dead ringer for Jessica, without Jessica's exaggerated shape. She wondered just how Maria would look when she was grown. Jessica sometimes regretted telling Ryan she'd be okay growing into the same hypersexual-featured body as Candi, but the influence that she was under when making that decision meant that she loved her body. If anything, at least not becoming someone different, meant that she still had a bond with Maria, so she took solace in the fact that they looked so similar, it was comforting to at least have that. Since the day that Jessica met Maria, the pair had been inseparable. Jessica spent a lot of time with Maria, taking her out on 'dates,' hanging out, and buying her things. This day, the girls were on their way to try on clothes, and possibly buy a few things. "It's so fun to hang out with you, Jessie! It's like I have a big sister!" "Most certainly look the part," Jessica replied, with a smile. "I tell my friends you're my sister," Maria said, looking at a pic of the two together on her phone. Jessica smiled. "I'm honored." Maria was so perfect to Jessica. Ryan was a great woman to raise this miracle. "So, what do you want to get today?" "We don't have to shop. You buy me too much stuff!" Maria laughed. "I only want to make it up to you," Jessica answered seriously. She could not tell her exactly what she was making up for. "You don't have anything to make up for, Jessie. Just being with you is good enough, you're the best!" Jessica hugged Maria, crying. "I love you, Maria. You make the world seem okay," Jessica said, sniffing. "Aw, Jessie. I love you too, sis." Jessica thanked Ryan that she stayed as a woman. What was detestable in the beginning, was now a good place to be. Infact, it was the only reason that she was able to have a relationship with Maria at all. Jessica would never trade their relationship for anything from Mark's life. ### By this time, Beth had met Maria, and her family. She too, was taken aback by the resemblance of Maria to her adopted daughter. "Are you related?" she asked. Beth had heard about this girl Maria, her boss' daughter, for a while now, and finally having had a work-related dinner at Don & Dot's and seeing the child, it didn't go without notice, to Beth, nor her co-workers. "I think it's obvious," Jessica said. "Do you want to test?" "No." "Why not?" Beth asked with concern. "Don't you want to know?" "Because it will hurt them to go through this. Maria's father raped Ryan," Jessica explained. "She doesn't know who he is, and she's covered for him, telling Maria that he died in an accident. I don't want to change anything." "We can test just your relation to her. We can be discreet. Please, I won't make it about who your father, or hers is. It'll just show if you share half your genes. Or maybe all of them?" Beth added. "All of them? You think Ryan's my mother?" Jessica asked, knowing this was no possibility. "She would've been old enough," Beth reasoned. "And, half-siblings don't look as close as you two." "If they agree to it, mom." A few days later, Jessica and Maria were swabbed, with Beth telling Maria that it was to help Jessica with finding out info about herself. After a few days, Beth told Jessica that she was in fact related, and weirdly enough, it seemed their relation was half-sisters, having the same DNA from one source, but somehow closer, if that was possible. The reasonable conclusion was half-sisters. "Are you going to tell her?" Beth asked. Jessica of course, knew that she provided half of the DNA to Maria, so this information was nothing new to her, but this would probably be good for Maria to hear. On the other hand, Maria had already been fibbed to about her father, Jessica and her relationship to the girl. ### Jessica and Maria were hanging out in Jessica's room watching streaming services, and Jessica spoke up. "Maria, remember that test we did to find out my past?" "Yeah?" "Well, um, you know, we're actually half-sisters, we have the same father." "Oh my God really!?" Maria jumped up. "That's great!" "Yeah." Jessica smiled, hugging the girl. Maria had the reaction she'd hoped for. It also made sense. Jessica didn't have a biological family, so this mysterious dead man also being her father was a better explanation than the original. Also, as far as Maira knew, Jessica was adopted as well. Because of their looks, it made sense, and it tidied up their story. ### While everything seemed mostly well, there was one person who really didn't like Jessica; Gail, the mother of Ryan. She would see the woman sometimes when she would drop off, or pick up Maria. Jessica was nervous when she first met the woman. She had been over to pick up Maria for an outing, and Ryan introduced the two. Gale did a double-take, but greeted Jessica warmly. The next time she ever saw the woman, she was icy towards Jessica. This would persist for a while. One day, she asked Ryan, while at work, "Um, Ryan, could I ask you something?" "Go ahead." "Your mom, she hates me doesn't she?" Ryan pursed her lips. "I don't know if she hates you, but she knows who you are," Jessica gasped. Ryan explained, "Of course the first thing she noticed was how close you two look, so she asked me if there was something with that, and I told her. I don't keep secrets from my mom, she even knows who I am." Jessica stood with her mouth agape. "I know how you must feel, but this is something that comes along with the territory." "I..I understand," Jessica sighed. "Of course the past will haunt me, no matter what I do." "Look, Jess... don't worry about that. That old Wizard told me a good piece of advice, when I was at my worst, he simply said, 'Just continue to be you.'" "Ryan." Ryan hugged Jessica. "Nobody could ever hate you, Jessica." Beth had once said the same thing, remembering this, Jessica cried on Ryan's bosom. ### As time passed, Jessica was now in her 2nd year of college. She was taking a semester abroad, as she did in highschool. She would be going to Germany. She was excited. Much as with France, she'd been to Germany as Mark on family trips, also like France, this was also going to be a completely different, new experience as Jessica. Jessica told her mother that she'd be out with Maria to celebrate, and that she'd be back later so they could hang out. Jessica was at Ryan's home, to pick up Maria and hang out on the last night before she would fly out. She was certainly surprised the first time she saw Ryan's home, and even more so when Ryan let her in on the fact that Tyler tracked her down, and basically made right for what she'd gone through and lost, due to their swap. She knocked on the door, and it was opened by none other than Gail, Ryan's mother who'd been saved from cancer using the medallion, and giving her a fit lithe body, making her a youthful version of herself in the process. Upon seeing this, she shifted her eyes down, much like she used to do as Candi, greeting, "Ma'am. Um, I'm picking up Maria, I'll go wait in the car." With that she turned around, heading back. "You can come in, Jessica." The young woman did as suggested. "Maria is getting ready. Have a seat." Jessica sat on the couch, and looked at the wall panel TV, which had the Netflix logo bouncing around, so she pulled her phone out, and scrolled, trying to get the feeling of Gail's eyes off of her. "Jessica," Gail said. "Ma'am?" she cautiously asked. "Jessica, I don't hate you." Jessica looked up. "I know that you or old self, whatever, is Maria's father. I also know that when Ryan conceived, it wasn't something she wanted," Jessica looked down, being forced again to remember those horrible things. As she once thought, those things would never go away. "I know, I wish I could take it back," Jessica stammered. Gail inhaled heavily. "Look, I don't want to make you feel bad anymore. But, Ryan had gone through so much at that time," she said, recounting Ryan's story. "Then, you forced yourself on her." Tears were stinging Jessica's eyes. "You know, she almost aborted Maria," Gail stated. "But, Ryan proved her character, and didn't, and then the best thing that could've ever happened to her, did. I think it's a miracle that she didn't kill herself, and I think Maria is to thank for that. To Ryan, Maria made her into a true woman. Ryan is who she is today, because of her. Even though Tyler made things right, Ryan may not have lived long enough to see it." "She is a special girl, and I regret everyday that I can't be there as I should." "And here you are," Gail said. "I don't see that guy in you, despite what I know. Even my first impression of you was a good one. I thought that I should hate you because of what I found out, but I haven't seen a reason to. Ryan thinks highly of you, and of course Maria loves you like no other. When I see you with my granddaughter, there was something there that I can't deny. The bond is there, and it's real. Ryan also said something that made me think; you're not that guy. You went through your own things that made who you are today, so it's not fair to judge you on the actions of a man who is long gone." "I am not Mark, but I must bear the burdens of the things he did. As much as I want to forget, all I have to do is look at Maria, and be reminded of the daughter Mark should be raising, and moreover, the cruel twist that I look exactly like her. I love that we look like twins; it makes me feel closer to her, but I know it's also a slap in the face, and rightfully so," Jessica said, rubbing her neck. "Sounds like you're still dealing with this. But, I want you to know that we're okay, Jessica. I'm sorry." Jessica nodded slowly. "Thank you." Gail looked at the young woman, telling her, "You can go up and let her know you're here," Watching Jessica ascend the stairs, she thought about the girl. Jessica was a girl, through and through. Gail wouldn't have believed the young woman could be anything but this pert college aged girl. There was the fact that she was nearly twins with Maria, and having dealt with the medallion made her question Ryan about the woman. The answer was shocking to say the least. After Gail's surprise, it was replaced by anger, but seeing the sensitive, and kind young woman interact with Maria, it subsided. She could tell that Jessica truly loved Maria, and she felt bad about how she treated Jessica. The pair of Jessica and Maria came down the stairs, looking like sisters. Both gorgeous, shapely blondes. The two were so happy to be in the company of each other, as always. "Bye-bye, Gigi!" Maria said to her grandmother. "You have a good time with Jessica tonight, baby." Maria, who was holding Jessica's hand, looked at the young woman, smiling, saying, "Of course! We always do!" Jessica smiled. Then Gail also said, "Jessica, I probably won't see you before you leave. But, have a safe trip, and good luck out in Germany." "I will," Jessica answered, hugging the woman. "It means a lot to me for you to say that." Tears started to form in Jessica's eyes. "Stop it, you're going to make me cry!" Gail exclaimed, also wiping her face. "Silly girl!" Maria looked at the pair, thinking about something that her mom once told her; sometimes, people cry when they are happy, and this seemed to be one of those moments. ### After college, Jessica began work at a TV network as a news reporter. Her popularity was unmatched, and this was due to her looks. Even as just a small time TV personality, her privacy was heavily invaded. Pictures of her, pictures of Beth and even with Maria popped up. It also resurfaced that the state had been looking to find Jessica's parents years ago. People even went as far as to PhotoShop nudes of her online. Unfortunately, so much scrutiny made it impossible for Jessica to do her job, and keep her sanity. She felt the only thing to do was resign due to the public, and online harassment. Jessica took to online, writing opinion pieces. As her following picked up, she decided to do a podcast that she called "Not a Dumb Blonde's Podcast". These were not live video, but as she grew, and others appeared on her podcast in long form discussion, they became recorded sessions. Her first guest was her mother. As Jessica was in a different situation, she could be candid. Beth and Jessica spoke at length about what it's like working for the agency, stories about particular children, hardships faced by the children, as well as difficulties of the job. The pair also spoke about their relationship, with Jessica telling and confirming information that had come out in the media's prior craze over her. Jessica, lastly talked about her struggles growing up as a foster. After her inaugural long form podcast with her mother, people reached out to come on and speak with her. The people that spoke with Jessica ranged from writers, pundits, tech people, sports figures, online personalities, and many more. Jessica's podcast was very popular, with the woman showing acumen on a wide range of subjects not expected by viewers. The podcast with her mother freed her, in a way. The world knew Jessica Martin as much as she could allow, with the information coming from herself, rather than dug around from random sources, by people that usually had less than good motives. ### One night, Jessica had on a young and upcoming comic named Deane Scott. There was palpable chemistry between the pair during the podcast. At times, fans usually speculated that there was sexual tension between Jessica and a handsome male guest, whether that was true, or not. It became par for the course. This episode was no exception. As Jessica and Deane spoke, she found herself laughing at his jokes, and references. They seemed to agree on a lot of things, and Jessica would unwittingly lean in towards him, twirl her hair, and fluff it, lightly smiling. Deane had a boyish charm, and wasn't afraid to say the things that people felt like they couldn't say anymore. Deane looked good, but maybe not top-tier, while also using self-deprecating jokes at times, which added to his charm. "You know, we're comics, it's what we do!" Deane said, smiling. "If you can't kick back in the audience of a comedy show, when can you?" he asked rhetorically. "Right!," Jessica agreed. "I would love to relax and have some laughs one night. I think we could all use a break." "Then, would you like to come out and see my show this weekend?" Deane asked. "I think you'll have a good time," he added smiling. "Well, when you say it like that." ### "And I want to thank a very special guest at tonight's show, we have podcast extraordinaire, Jessica Martin, of 'Not a Dumb Blonde's Podcast" Deane said, to much applause. Once the show cleared out, Deane met with Jessica at the bar. "I didn't think you'd be waiting around," Deane commented. "Why not?" Deane shrugged. "I just thought, well, doesn't matter, I'm glad you did. So then, did you eat?" "I didn't. I could use a light dinner, how about you?" "I guess we agree on something else then?" The pair decided on dinner, as it was late on a Saturday, Jessica knew just the place. "Welcome to Don & Dot's! I'm Maria, and I'll be serving you tonight!" Deane looked at the young woman, and then to Jessica. Jessica brought Maria into a hug. "She's my sister!" Deane wore his visible surprise, he greeted, "Well, hi, sister! Is there a factory of beautiful ladies around here?" Maria giggled. "I like him already!" Maria was now 18, with model looks, and nearly the same angelic face as Jessica. She was the same height as Jessica, and wore a fit, less voluptuous shape than Jessica. Jessica shook her head, laughing. Maria proceeded to take their orders. Once Maria left the table, Deane asked about her. "You never mentioned her." "I don't want the media coming after her again, she's 18, and needs her privacy. It happened when I tried newscasting, it was the worst." "I completely understand. I guess I'm special, cause I got to meet her." "You're silly," Jessica laughed. "But, what you said, do you mean it?" "I joke about a lot of stuff. But you are a stunning woman, if I must admit." "Awww, thank you, Deane," Jessica responded. "So, did you like the show?" The pair spoke while waiting on their food. Conversation was natural, seeming to pick up where the podcast ended. After they finished their dinner, Deane complimented the restaurant, and took some pictures, posting them on his social media. "Can't expect much at this time of night when you don't need to make a reservation. Don & Dots killed it! And a starving comedian like me doesn't break the bank!" he touted. Putting his phone away, he asked Jessica, "Would you like to get out of here?" "Where to?" she asked. "If there's a good place to have a walk, I'd like that." ### Jessica and Deane stood at the door of her place. "Jessica, I had a great night hanging out." "So, did I," she said, lightly playing with her hair. "We'll have to hang out again, next time I'm in town. The podcast was awesome, and I really thank you for having me on, especially considering who has reached out to do it. Who knows, maybe I'll be *that* regular," Deane smiled lightly, "Nah, I'm kidding, I don't need to steal anymore time from real guests.." "You were a real guest. You had great things to say," Jessica said. "Being famous isn't what makes you interesting, being you, is what makes you interesting." Deane was visibly caught off guard. "I..I guess I'm glad you feel that way. I was nervous as hell, and admittedly, you're a very beautiful woman, beyond what the pictures and videos show, but you have a way of making people feel at ease." "That so? You don't seem nervous." "I guess, because it's you." "That's so sweet. You put me at ease as well. You know, I was thinking that we could continue our conversation, somewhere more comfortable?" "And now, I'm nervous!" ### Jessica showed Deane into her house. They chatted briefly about things, while watching a movie that neither was paying attention to, while having a few drinks. "Deane," Jessica began. "Kiss me," she said huskily. The tension and attraction reached their peak, and Jessica couldn't contain herself. Deane did as demanded. "You are so fuckin' beautiful..." Deane said, holding her shoulders. He went back to kissing her. Jessica removed layers of clothing, with Deane growing more and more excited as more of her perfection was uncovered. Her breasts were the stuff that fantasies were made of, her perfect stomach, the perfectly shaven privates; Deane had never seen such perfection in his life. Jessica ran her fingers through Deane's hair, pushing errant neck length hair behind his ears, laying back. Deane lay back with her, kissing her lower, and lower, until he reached her belly button. He licked, while teasing the inside of her knees. Her nipples crinkled, and her sexy full lips were poutier, her breathing picked up, as he moved closer to that spot. Deane knew why she moved his hair, and he obliged, kissing her swollen puffy labia, until finding her well tucked nubbin, and sucking and flicking it. Jessica grabbed his head, holding him there, as he caressed various parts of her. Jessica couldn't contain herself as the orgasm shook her, Deane felt her clit jerk as she came, and her vagina quiver, it made him more voracious, he dug in further, as she clamped her legs around him, "HNNNNNG!" Jessica moaned uncontrollably. "I can't take it...uhhhhgn." Jessica panted. "Okay..it's too sensitive!" She released her grip on his body, allowing him to move again. Jessica's orgasm was the sexiest thing Deane had ever seen, he was turned on beyond belief. Recovering, Jessica took Deane's cock into her mouth, tasting salty precum. She licked all of the most sensitive areas, blowing on it every so often, which Deane had never felt before. Jessica took Deane's cock and rubbed the tip against her clit, getting herself worked up again, with Deane laying back open mouthed. He felt her grab tightly and position herself right on it. She pushed down a bit, overcoming a bit of resistance. If there was heaven on earth, this was it. Jessica sexily exhaled as her body allowed more and more of Dean into her with each slow thrust. Deane marveled at Jessica's perfect body as she pumped him. He pulled Jessica down to him, kissing her deeply, repeating, "You are so beautiful. I'm the luckiest man in the world right now," he said in heavy breaths. "Hu....hng." "Agh..." The pair climaxed together. Jessica rolled off of Deane, telling him, "Thank you." Deane didn't understand why, and felt that nothing was best said, so he held her close, kissing her forehead. The pair were soon soundly asleep. ### The following morning, Jessica woke late. Next to her was a note from Deane thanking her for the wonderful evening. It was charming, compared to a text. Jessica knew that Deane had a date to make, so this wasn't unexpected. However, she felt a little more down than she thought she would. Nonetheless, they had a great time, and Deane was the first guy that really made her feel at ease. She was well above his level, but it didn't matter, he was still cute, charming and real. Of course, when talking to guests, they usually showed some side of themselves that was unknown, making a shadowy personality into a real person, but something was different. Maybe his shy nervousness at the beginning of their taping, how he warmed up to her quickly. Maybe it was that ironically, he wasn't an act. Either way, she hadn't liked a guy like this until now, and it felt good... ...Until she considered the fact that Deane traveled the road, and probably met cute girls all the time that he could charm. However, Jessica was a person, she didn't have to make perfect decisions all of the time. They'd connected and had a great night together, ending in her losing her virginity to a guy she liked. These things happened all the time. ### *BLEURGH* Jessica heaved, holding the toilet bowl. "Oh my God..." This hadn't been the first time this happened. Jessica knew she needed a test. No period, morning sickness; sounded like pregnancy. This was confirmed with a test. Jessica knew what the test would say, but she was beside herself when it was in front of her. "This is a punishment.. I lost my virginity and got pregnant, because of what I did to Ryan!?" she realized. Every time she seemed to be over Mark's past, something had to happen to remind her. She cried for a while, picking herself up to speak to the day's guest. ### Life continued on for Jessica for the next few weeks. Deane texted her every so often, but she'd give short non-committal answers, and eventually stopped responding. Jessica was emotionally drained, and anxious about being pregnant. Deane was nice enough, but he traveled, and could be doing the same thing to anyone else. As far as Jessica was concerned, she deserved this, it had to happen. Jessica had a slight bump by now, and she wore looser fitting clothes to hide it. Those closest to her could tell. One evening, she went to the restaurant to grab dinner, and was wishing Maria a good evening, when Ryan approached her, asking if she could come to the office. "What's up, Jessica?" "Same old, I guess." "No, what's up with you?" Ryan sighed, "I'm just gonna ask this; are you pregnant?" Jessica wore a look of defeat, answering, "Yes..." Ryan thought back to when she told her mother that she was carrying Maria. "I get the feeling that you aren't completely happy about it." "This is a punishment for what I did." "Were you raped?" Ryan asked, concerned. "No..no, I just.. why did it even happen?" "What's the problem?" "I just kinda fell for this guy, and it happened. One time. My first time. You know, just like..." She wanted to say it without saying, but Ryan got it. "Who's the guy?" "Deane Scott, a guest from my podcsat." "Does he know?" "No." "Has he tried to get in contact with you?" "He has, but come on, he's not going to want a baby! He's a guy!" "What makes you say that?" "I know guys!" "You need to tell him. If he was worth your time, then I'm sure he's a good guy," Ryan comforted her. "I can't." Things from Jessica's past as Candi and even Mark were worming their way into her brain. "This is a punishment, and I guess I have to deal with it, just like you said, right?" Jessica asked through tears. "Jess, a baby isn't a punishment. I thought the same thing way back then; maybe I did something for all these things to happen to me. It took me a long time before I convinced myself that wasn't the case." "The difference is, I deserve it." "You don't. Mark deserved punishment, he was changed into Candi, living that life that she was forced to. I know it's hard for you to convince yourself, and probably harder for me to do it, but you have to believe that Mark and Candi are gone. You- Jessica, is who I'm talking to. If you were either of them, we wouldn't be having this talk right now. You wouldn't be a part of Maria's life. The podcast. You've done so much that they wouldn't have." "Thank you," Jessica cried. Ryan's words were beautiful, but Ryan was very empathetic. Ryan was nice, even through the events of her life, which were undeserved. Ryan would say the nicest words, and see the best, despite how bad things were. Jessica remained unconvinced. "Just talk to Deane, let him know ASAP, and talk to your mom. Opening up helped me so much. We're a lot more alike than you think, and you know, we have a LOT in common," Ryan said laughing. "By the way, how far along are you?" "I don't know, I guess 10 weeks." "I'm guessing I'm the first person to know this. So, I'll let you in on something about me; we'll be due around the same time." "No way!" Jessica's gloom was immediately replaced by excitement. She wrapped Ryan up in a hug. "That's amazing!" "Yeah, Justin and I decided that we should do it." Justin was Ryan's fiance. The pair had been dating for a while, and decided to get engaged when Maria was 18. Justin was a handsome man, with a dark, chiseled face, contrasting blue eyes, brown hair, with salt and pepper emerging at the temples, and an amazing body. They met at the gym, and had an instant attraction that became more. As Maria would begin her own adulthood, Ryan decided that she still had the energy and ability to have another child, and the family that she denied herself before. "That's so nice," Jessica said with a content sigh. It sounded great, but Jessica herself wasn't long for the same kind of happiness. ### Jessica was now 6 months pregnant. She'd continued her podcast, and pregnancy. After a guest congratulated her a while back during a faux pas, it was out. There was speculation online as to the father, a few people brought up the flirtiness between Deane and herself, and put the time frame together. Jessica didn't confirm anything, and generally ignored her pregnancy as a topic of discussion, although the facts were quite obvious. After a taping, Jessica being more worn out than usual, retired home early. Thankfully her body was made for nurturing, so her naturally wide hips, and large breasts were suited for child rearing. She didn't seem to get out of shape, for this reason. However, the pregnancy still drained her energy. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* Jessica groggily got up. Who would be coming over at...what time was it? She looked at her phone; 9:00 PM. She opened the door, greeted by Deane. "Jessica. I missed you so much." "Deane?" "Jessica, is the baby mine?" Deane asked without hesitation. "Yes," she answered, looking down. "Jessica...I tried to call you, and text you! I didn't know until I checked out your show! Even now I'm only putting two plus two together." "I know, Deane, I'm so sorry." Jessica grabbed Deane in a tight hug, crying. "I'm so sorry." "It's okay. I'm here now. For you, and our child." The pair remained in a hug, while Deane rubbed Jessica's back lightly. "Our child," Jessica repeated. "But why did you ignore me? I feel like if I called or texted, you might have not opened the door." "It's my past...growing up like I did. I just..looked at this as something else that life was punishing me with. I couldn't explain it. I convinced myself that you wouldn't want this news either." "I'm sorry if I made you think that," Deane apologized. "No, it was in my head." "So, where do we go from here?" Deane asked. "To my next exam, together?" she semi-joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, as Deane found himself laughing lightly, he backed off slightly, grasping Jessica's hands, replying, "I'd love to." Again, they hugged. Then, they kissed... ### While Jessica was beautiful beyond Deane's wildest imagination, the fact that she was pregnant with his child turned him on even more. The glow she had about her, her magnificent chest, if the perfect woman could get more perfect, this was Jessica right now. "Jessica, you're so beautiful," Deane huskily said as the two roughly made out, pushing their way to the couch. As Deane caressed Jessica's body, she removed her shirt, displaying her even larger than usual breasts, with their darker, longer nipples, and her growing belly. "I've been wanting your touch for so long..." Jessica admitted. Deane took Jessica in, he began to kiss her deeply, his kisses moved to various parts of her sensitive body. This was a new level of desire for Jessica, and not unnaturally enhanced. "Oh my God, Deane!" Jessica came hard, almost as soon as his tongue flicked her throbbing clit. Deane sucked the turgid nipples of Jessica, hoping to keep her desire up, "It feels too good!" She came again, as Deane was rewarded with droplets of milk. Jessica grabbed Deane's cock, which was bigger than she'd ever seen it, the veins were thick, the underside engorged, Jessica ran her fingers along the bottom, and it jerked with a mind of its own. Jessica squeezed milk onto it, to Deane's amazement, using it as lube for the cock to slide in between her massive tits. Deane's whole world was his cock, Jessica was incredible. Deane held Jessica's breasts together as he pumped, bringing her nipples together, making her shake with another orgasm. Before he came, he needed to enter her. Jessica lay on her side, with a leg splayed, as Deane kissed from her thigh, making his way to her perfect, swollen vagina. He entered with the tightness of both engorged being the greatest pleasure ever. It took mere moments for Deane to orgasm, with Jessica's tight vagina squeezing him in her own orgasm. Deane breathed heavily, sighing that he didn't last longer. Jessica could tell that he wasn't ready, and she remembered a few tricks to help him back up... ### "Honey, you're doing great!" Deane encouraged. "Just a little further." Jessica looked at Deane, with an exhausted smile, trying to hide the pain of childbirth. Deane rubbed her shoulders, her head, and her hands, trying to comfort her. "One more, nice, hard push, should do it," a nurse said. "Okay....and go!" Jessica squeezed Deane's hand as tight as she could, and gave it her all. "AARRGHHHHHH!!!" After she finished, Deane recoiled from the pain, as everyone was greeted by the cries of a baby. "That was great Jess, you did it," Deane congratulated. "We did it," Jessica corrected. Deane smiled, and kissed Jessica on the forehead, as the staff brought the baby to the parents, placing her in Jessica's arms. Jessica lowered her gown, placing the baby on her chest. "What will she be named?" a nurse asked. "Ryanne," Both parents said simultaneously, looking at one another, laughing. ### Jessica heard a light knock on her hospital room door. "Yes?" Jessica's eyes lit up. "Oh my God, Ryan!" Jessica slowly got up, and hugged the woman. Ryan also looked very tired, from her own birth this day. "How are you doing?" "That's what I wanted to ask you!" "I'm great. She's down, for now." "Are you happy?" "I think I am. I have my perfect little angel, and Deane's been great. I should've listened to you and told him sooner." "It's fine, it all worked out in the end. He ended up being a really good guy, I think you like him for a reason." "Yeah." Jessica smiled. "It'll be good, even if we don't end up together. So, how are you looking forward to doing it again?" "Well, I think it'll be great. I've got a good man this time around, too." ### Jessica was wheeled to the pick-up area of the hospital. Ryan had arranged private transport for both families, as they were discharged within an hour of each other. Jessica got up, and hugged Ryan again, then her fiance Justin, and then went to Deane, giving him a kiss. The bus pulled up, and stopped in front of the discharge area. Ryan and Justin looked knowingly at each other, as the door opened. Deane got on one knee, taking Jessica's hand into his own. "Jessica Martin, you have made me feel like no one else could. You are a beautiful woman inside and out, and the connection that we've had was also like nothing I've ever experienced. It's a connection made even stronger by the new bond we share. We will share the bond made by our daughter, but I want our own bond as well. Annnnd, I never thought I'd knock up a hot successful woman. I mean, I'm punching way up!" he laughed. "Mother of my daughter; Jessica Martin, will you marry me?" Jessica smiled, holding out her hand. "Deane, you made me feel like a little girl; the little happy girl that I never got to be. I would love to see where our bonds take us. I will! With that, the driver stepped out holding the ring. Deane got up, and got the ring, placing it on Jessica's finger, giving her a passionate kiss. ### Jessica and Deane enjoyed the company of one another. Jessica continued her work, and Deane continued to travel to do shows. He made his schedule more sparse to have time with his new family, although Jessica was aware of how comics paid their bills. The pair did not marry right away, as they knew that they hadn't known each other long, so a longer engagement period was agreed upon. The pair were naturals as parents as a team, and they appreciated each other greatly. Deane was well liked by Jessica's social circle, and vice versa. While Deane joked that he was lucky to have a woman as good looking as Jessica, he was well aware of the truth of that statement. That being so, he loved that she was into him for no other reason than she genuinely liked him. He worked this, and fatherhood jokes, into his act, which Jessica would watch with friends and family, whenever he'd get a special. As he would say in his act, "Life's great when you got a beautiful woman, and get this; AND she gives you a kid. Man, let me tell ya, I thought I'd have to already have made it to pull someone like that, let alone be allowed to have sex with her!" Jessica found working a bit difficult during those first few months, when Ryanne was feeding every two hours. She was able to still make it work, with tight timing, and shortening her discussions to right at or under two hours. Like Deane, she mentioned her relationship and new family in conversation, but unlike Deane, who worked it into his act, she was mostly candidly speaking about the experience of being in her first relationship, and how it resulted in a child, and the partnership that was created. Jessica loved playing with her daughter Ryanne, every chance she got. The little girl took after her father, getting his brown hair but her blue eyes. This child, and her father, was what it meant to truly live. Jessica worked hard since those teen years to make sure that she didn't end up like Candi, and now she was ready to enjoy life, and she finally felt like she deserved it. Her life was great; she had a wonderful woman to call 'Mom,' a great fiance with whom to share her life, and their beautiful child, and lovely sister, and the best friends anyone could ask for. Jessica's podcast was doing great financially, and her following was large. She'd gone through the trials of tribulations of being a young kid going through the foster system, and the perils involved, going through a rough puberty where she was unsure of herself, and then getting through school with a high GPA, and college. She earned her place here, and allowed herself to enjoy that fact. ### Jessica stood before Deane, in her perfect white dress. It was frilly, ornate, and very expensive. Her makeup perfectly applied, with classic blue eye shadow, a light blush, and perfect pouty red lips. Her angelic face was perfectly framed by asymmetrical bangs, swept back to the sides of her head, with her long blonde mane flowing mid back in perfect waves. She wore the most gorgeous smile, which melted the hearts of everyone in the room. Deane stood before Jessica, in his black tuxedo, with a pink shirt, and white tie. He wore a 5 o'clock shadow, perfectly edged, and his hair in a neat man bun. Dean began, "Jessica, when I reached out to get a spot on your podcast, I knew that was meeting a beautiful woman, but I had no idea that I would be meeting one of the most important people in my life; the future mother of my daughter, and future Mrs. Scott. With my all, I vow to you that I will be here for you, and our daughter Ryanne, for the rest of my life. You know, I came fully prepared with material, but our love isn't a joke, nor an act. Jessica, you complete me, and I would be lost without your beautiful smile to wake up to every day, or the encouragement you give me everyday. So many things I didn't know about life before I met you, and so much more to find out, together. Today, with you, Jessica as my beautiful wife, we begin our journey together, and no matter where it takes us, we will complete it, as one." Jessica looked to her soon-to-be-husband, "Deane, when I met you three years ago, it was a magical moment. I loved your charm, and you made me feel like the girl I never got to be. You then showed me your true character and have been the greatest, and supportive boyfriend, fiance, and father that I could ever imagine. You make me feel special, as if I'm the only woman in the world. I've loved every moment we've spent together, and I can't wait to spend our lives together; you as my loving, passionate, strong, kind, husband, our beautiful daughter Ryanne, and me as your wife, Mrs. Jessica Scott, and...this little one," she said, making a circle around her stomach. Everyone looked in surprise, and Deane smiled, shaking his head unable to contain his happiness. After the vows were read, the couple were compelled to exchange rings. Jessica glanced around, looking about her guests. She saw Ryan, Ryan's now-husband Justin, Maria, and Gail, looking as beautiful as ever, close to them were Donald and Dorothy, then her mom Beth, and the other guests, some friends and family of Deane, and colleagues of both. Jessica looked down at her and Deane's young daughter Ryanne, the ring bearer, looking the perfect little angel with her bright blue eyes and brunette ringlets crowned by a white tiara, wearing a similarly styled dress to her mother. Ryanne was very young, but she could understand the significance of this moment between her two favorite people. She stood still, holding the pillow with little white boxes on it. Her father kneeled before her, gently opening the box, and removed the ring. He then lightly held the back of her head, saying lightly, "I love you so much, pumpkin, you're going to be the best big sister ever," then kissed her on the forehead. Ryanne stood, with tears coming from her eyes, as her father rose, and faced her mother once again, sliding the ring onto her finger, saying, "I give this ring as a symbol of my love." Jessica then looked to her daughter, who cutely stood on her tippy-toes to present the last ring. She smiled, also touching her child's head, and kissing her. She took the ring, and placed it on Deane's ring finger saying, "I also give this ring as a sign of my love." With the exchange taking place, the officiant announced, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife." ***END***